[The cameras cut backstage to the locker room area, and Chazz Mendel. He's acompanied by The Mendel Family members, TheCop Mendel, and The GOK. Chazz is looking nervous, pacing back and forth. Chazz is red in the face.]

TheCop: SIR CHAZZ SIR!

[Chazz stops and looks at The Cop.]

Chazz: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!

TheCop: Just thinking you should relax, SIR! You're going to hyperventilate, SIR!

Chazz: I'm not going to hyperventilate! What do you know about hyperventilating?! You're not making any sense!

ThCop: Sir! If it's the match you're worried about, backup is a quick radio call away, SIR!

[Chazz shakes his head.]

Chazz: I don't NEED backup! I don't need anything! Yeah, Heretic is crazier than a rattlesnake on crack! He's MEANER than a rattlesnake on crack! But you see, I'm a little loony too! I'M like a cobra!

[The Cop, as if a lightbulb suddenly went off on top of his head, reaches into a dufflebag, and he hands Chazz a package with a note attached to it.]

Chazz: The heck is that?

TheCop: Sir, a package, sir! I believe it's from your father!

[Chazz grabs it and starts to read the note aloud.]

Chazz: Son, since you've officially gone of the deep end, I bought you some arm floats. Love, Dad.

[Chazz throws the package aimlessly, The GOK catches the package before it hits him in the face. The Grate One, Kid, crushes the box with the strength and might of ten gorillas.]

Chazz: I'll show him! I'LL SHOW HIM REAL GOOD!!!! SCREW THIS!!!

[Chazz, in a huff and a puff, power walks out of the locker room, slamming the door on his way out. The GOK looks at The Cop and says, "He's crazy!".]

[The cWo logo flashes and spins past the screen, as it spins out of control and hits the camera, we see a crack in the camera as clips of cWo wrestlers spew out of the crack in the screen doing what they do best. Sevendust's "Driven" begins to play as we see clips of the following weeks programs. First a clip of Barret Hawk's first match is shown, followed by the debut of Jezebel, Mike Logan holding a mic after his first match and finally three clips of Raymond Jacobson hitting the RJA on his opponents. Raymond Jacobson appears in front of the blank screen that reads

I AM DRIVEN

The picture switches and Mike Logan now appears in front of the blank screen.

I AM cWo

Footage of JJ's Carter's history in the company shown, followed by Shabazz's first appearance and then them being accompanied to the ring by Mad Maddie. This is followed by Chastity McGavin's entrance with Mary-Joe following her then shots of her various squash matches this is cut with footage of Jen Diamond's history with company and her squash matches over the last few weeks. This ends with Jen Diamond, Mary-Joe Wolf, and Chastity McGavin united on the rampway at Glory. Jen and Chastity appear before the blank screen with Mary-Joe grinning between them.

I AM DRIVEN

The figures in front of the blank screen switches to JJ Carter and Brother Shabazz with Mad Maddie in between them.

I AM cWo

Clips of Devon Dice's first matches in the company are shown followed by his world title win and ending with him walking to the ring with an ivory tooth pick in his mouth after his gentlemen's make over. Then clips of Chandler Dalmon's very first appearance is shown with him offering an opponent a briefcase of money, followed by his battle royal win and then him performing a spear on Raymond Jacobson. Clips of Thaddeus Walker's storied history is shown with his win in the first ever triple threat match, his battles with Devon Dice, him fighting Stephanie Bliss in a wooden cage, him holding a bottle honor and finally him standing united with Devon Dice and Chandler Edsel Dalmon in the middle of the ring as the World Gentlemen League. Thaddeus Walker appers before the blank screen.

I AM DRIVEN

The screen switches to Dice and Dalmon standing next to eachother.

I AM cWo

Next, a clip of Nick Dangerous hitting Johnny Serious over the head with a steel chair at Cyberslam is shown. Followed by John Pilchard confronting Chris Michaels and Anrew Fiasco and then a brief shot of Tony Awesome. Next Johnny Serious playing tug of war with the World title with Nick Dangerous is shown, then his win over Thaddeus Walker for the U.S title, followed by his victory over Mr. Rich at Cyberslam. Footage of Josh Cantrell's first cWo run is shown as well as his matches against Nick Dangerous and Chazz Mendel and then shots of his return and his match with Jacob Baxter. Then clips of Jacob Baxter first few matches in cWo is shown, followed by him confronting a returning Josh Cantrell, and then his U.S Title win. Jacob Baxter appears before the blank screen holding his U.S title.

I AM DRIVEN

The image changes to Josh Cantrell in front of the blank screen.

I AM cWo

Next Chazz Mendel entering the ring being accompanied by Reg is shown, followed by him being accompanied to the ring by The Cop and The GOK. Footage of the matches between himself and Nick Dangerous and Johnny Serious is shown, as well as his cage match against Jack Union and finally him making Andrew Phillips tap at Cyberslam. Clips of Heretic beating the living crap out of Muru and Jen Diamond is shown followed by his entrance to the ring and him hitting the Baby Killer on several opponents. Heretic appears in front of the blank screen.

I AM DRIVEN

His image changes to that of Chazz Mendel.

I AM cWo

This is followed by Andrew Mendel's return to the cWo and his turn on his adopted family, then his Cyberslam entrance. This is followed by him holding the cWo World title. He appears before the blank screen.

I AM DRIVEN

Then a shot of him holding the world title over his shoulder in fron to the blank screen is shown.

I AM cWo

[The camera cuts to the interior of the Birmingham Jefferson Convention Complex in Birmingham, Alabama. We pan the crowd, where screaming fans cheer into the camera and hold up signs reading “Educate us, Chandler,” “Lock up Heretic,” “FCUK Baxter” and finally “What happened to my Zwinky?” The camera cuts to Lance Wilden and Robbie Hart sitting at the announce table.]

Lance Wilden: Welcome to cWo Driven! We’re live in Birmingham and we have a tremendous lineup for you tonight! It’s very much a pay per view atmosphere here tonight, with Slam in the Sand only a few weeks away!

Robbie Hart: Yeah, what gives? We could charge fifty bucks for tonight!

Wilden: But we’re giving it away for free! Not only will we see Mr. Rich facing off against Johnny Serious, not only will we be seeing Barret Hawk face Mike Logan.. we will be seeing four men who have been at each others throats for weeks as Josh Cantrell teams with Raymond Jacobson to face Jacob Baxter and Chandler Edsel Dalmon!

Hart: And you know that wherever Chandler goes, the World Gentleman’s League isn’t far behind!

Wilden: Combined with Jacob Baxters usual bastardly shenanigans, I’m not expecting a very fair fight.

Hart: They don’t NEED to cheat to beat those bums!

Wilden: But that’s just the tip of the iceberg, folks. In our main event tonight, it will be Chazz Mendel squaring of against Heretic! The winner will go on to face Andrew Phillips for the world title and the loser… well, the loser is committed to a metal hospital!

Hart: This may be the most important main event we’ve ever had, Lance! If Chazz wins, Andrew faces a guy who’s insane with vengance, and if Heretic wins.. he faces a guy who’s just insane!

Wilden: The question is, who is Andrew Phillips rooting for in this one?

Hart: He probably hopes they both lose!

Wilden: With all that’s on the line in this match, it will simply be an unprecedented bout in cWo history!

Hart: Can’t we just have the match now?

Wilden: Sorry, we’re gonna have to wait for that one, because in our first bout we will be seeing Dakota Smith, who’s had an impressive beginning in cWo. Earlier tonight, Tiffany Tolberg caught up with the talented young man… let’s see what he had to say.


[Tiffany Tolberg is standing outside the CWO arena. She has a microphone in hand as she seems to be looking for someone! She turns a corner and sees Dakota Smith wearing a black mudvayne Hoodie and black raggedy ripped Jeans. He has a cigarette in his left hand and is taking puffs off it! Tiffany approaches Him and taps him on the shoulder Dakota looks at her and looks her up and down. He smirks and shakes his head. He takes one finale Drag of the cigarette and lets it fill his lungs before blowing it out and flicking his cigarette into the darkness! He looks back at tiffany.]

Smith: Can I help you with something?

[Tiffany takes a deep breath]

Tolberg: Um…Yes Dakota you were scheduled for a promo earlier…You no showed!

Smith: Did I? Must have just skipped my mind. I just got here from a wild hotel party! Living the lifestyle, you know!

Tolberg: Well I was kind of wondering if maybe I could get a interview with you now?

[Dakota ponders this in his mind]

Smith: Uh yeah I guess so if you really want.

Tolberg: ok then well first off Mr. Smith what do you hope to accomplish here in CWO?

Smith: What do you think? Is it not obvious? I am here for what every one else is here for, I am here to win! I am here to get paid! I don’t want to be broke and living on the streets again! I need to get a start on my second dream in life.

Tolberg: Ok…you mentioned this being your second dream am I right? What was your first?

Smith: Music, music was my life! I could think up of chord, notes, rhythms, lyrics, and in general music! I was just one of those guys who you would always here singing or humming some tune! I even had my own band.…. Epic Down fall…. We had a original sound, some called it punk some called it metal…And even some called it techno! But me….I called it dark….Dreaming Dark to be exact! We were awesome….but then the other members got lazy and it soon was our demise! It hurts me to this day to remember it all..

[Tiffany and Dakota both take a deep breath.]

Tolberg: Wow…That sound sad mixed with happy…But then why wrestling?

Smith: Because I am a natural artist! Just as I can put notes together in the studio, I can put together moves in that ring!

Tolberg: Well we have already seen you in two matches and you have dominated!

Smith: Yeah if you want to say that! I have faced two nobodies! And later on tonight I have another match tonight against another god dam "opening act!" I think it is about time that I got more of challenge. I am willing raring to go against cWo's best, not it's groupies and hangers on!

Tolberg: Well, there you have it. A deeper look into this up and comer who looks to impress.

[Dakota Stands up and looks at Tiffany]

Tolberg: What?

[Dakota smirks as he grabs her hand and gently kisses it. He then bows out and walks away with a cocky strut. Tiffany looks on a little shocked, but a little smitten at the same time.]

Hart: Did he hit on Tiffany?

Wilden: She did seem a little taken with him.

Hart: That sexist! I should tell Mary Joe!

Wilden: Well, we saw him confident in that interview, now let’s see how he fares in the ring as he steps into the ring with Dynamite, who is currently in the ring. Let’s get this one started!


[“Take This Life” Starts to blast over the PA system… A couple of seconds past as the fans are mixed with boo’s and cheers! Dakota Smith steps out from the back he smirks as he puts out both of his hands as Sparks drop down on top of him…Dakota Waits a couple of seconds before he starts to Walk to the ring. Dakota Gets half way down the ramp before he points to the ring and smirks he runs toward it.. When he gets to the ring he quickly slides in and goes for the left most corner he climbs up to the middle rope. He looks around before flipping off! Dakota then waits for the bell to ring.]

Hart: I don't believe either one of them deserves a grand entrance.

Wilden: Oh come on, Dakota has been very impressive as of late.

Hart: Like he said though, against no names.

Wilden: Well, either way both men look like they are good to go.

[Ding Ding Ding]

Wilden: And the rock star immediately on Dynamite with hard lefts and rights. Followed by a hesitation dropkick! Dynamite back up just in time to get slammed by a release german suplex! Dakota then plays air guitar.

Hart: Now that is just arrogance! He mocking us with his rock star life style. Some of don't want to go from woman to woman. Some of are happy with the women we have.

Wilden: You don't have anyone!

Hart: I keep a picture of Mary-Joe by my bed.

Wilden: Dakota picks Dynamite back up and lands a lethal brain buster on Dynamite! Dynamite as usual not getting any offense OR defense in!

Hart: That is because Dakota is a glory hog!

Wilden: No, it is because Dynamite sucks! Dakota now with a .... wait...

[Suddenly, a cloaked figure enters the ring and clotheslines Dakota]

Hart: Look who it is!

Wilden: My god, Baboo Yagoo just attacked Dakota Smith... but why?

[Ding Ding Ding]

Wilden: And Baboo is not stopping with the stomping on Dakota!

Hart: So much for the "rock star" lifestyle!

[Yagoo hits a powerbomb on Dakota and then walks out of the ring slowly as the fans boo him.]

Donna Dixon: Here is your winner by Disqulification: Dakota Smith!

Wilden: Dakota is in the middle of the ring looking up set yelling at Yagoo for taking away his chance to impress his fans.

Hart: You mean those women who wait for him backstage!

Wilden: Well, at leat Baboo didn't pee on him!

Hart: Dakota’s not a potted plant, that’s why!


["The Comeback Kid" Andrew Phillips walks into the building and Tiffany comes right up to him.]

Tolberg: Andrew, I'd just like your comments...

Andrew: Let me guess--you want my comments on Heretic.

Tolberg: That's right. Tonight, Chazz Mendel and Heretic are in an Asylum Match for the number one contendership, and by the end of the night, one man will go...

Andrew: Into the looney bin, where both of them belong, right?

Tolberg: Exactly. But my question is this--with all that Heretic's been willing to do as of late, if you have to face him, will you still claim to not be agraid of him?

Andrew: Whoa whoa whoa...claim? I'm not "claiming" anything, Tiffany. I am not afraid of Heretic.

Tolberg: With all due respect, Andrew...this is a man hat might've ended the career of his own best friend, that bloodied and battered Muru...

Andrew: And so what? So what he beat up Notorious JON? So what he took out Muru? I. AM. NOT. AFRAID. It's the only question I keep getting, "are you afraid of Heretic? What about everything he's done?". It's all a mind game Tiffany, all a trick, a ploy. He's trying to get into my head, and I'm not going to let it happen.

Tolberg: But Andrew...

Andrew: But nothing! I have no reason to be afraid of Heretic! Why should I be scared, huh? Why, Tiff? Because...because he seems complete remorseless in every action? Because...because he's...

[Andrew trails off a little bit.]

Andrew: Because he threatened my family? Because...because my kids are having trouble sleeping at night? Because my wife...uh...my wife is up at all hours of the night...waiting for...waiting for him to show up? Because....

[Andrew trails off again.]

Tolberg: Andrew?

Andrew: What kind of man does that, Tiffany? I mean...I'm one thing, but..but attacking my family? Why? I don't...I don't get why, Tiffany...my kids shouldn't be apart of this. That's what he's willing to do...attack my...my family. Do you have any idea what it's like, trying to explain to your daughter, you're three-year-old, why...

[Andrew pauses and gathers himself.]

Tolberg: Andrew, if you don't want to talk...

Andrew: No...no! Ya see, I can't do this, I can't be afraid of Heretic! My family...they need me to be strong. They need me to be the one that's not afraid of Heretic. If Heretic wants me, that's fine, I'll take him on and...the only thing I want...the only thing I want is for them to be safe. For them to not have to worry about Heretic. For it to go back to being about the wrestling, because he can't beat me at that, bar none.

[Andrew slowly walks off as Tiffany looks on confused and we head back to the announce table.]

Wilden: And once again, I'd be remissed if I didn't say...I think Andrew's a little more irked by Heretic than he'd like to let on.

Hart: Well duh! He's a big scaredy cat!

Wilden: I don't know about that, but the cWo World Champion is obviously rather conflicted.

Wilden: Well folks at this time Robbie and I were prepared to see one of the fresher additions to the women's roster Phantasy wrestle her second match in the company but I'm told we have a message from Tony Awesome.

[Cameras switch to the backstage area where Tony Awesome looks sternly into the camera.]

Awesome: cWo fans, I know that the current scheduled event is for Phantasy to take on D.U.I., and there may come a time where we will actually see that match, and I hope that time comes, but right now, there will not be time for that event, because John Pilchard, with funding of Mr. Rich has purchased this time so he could further bring his journalistic exploits to our live programming. So please, enjoy.

Wilden: Who does he think he is to think he's so import-


[Wilden's voice is cut off as the screen fades, to a pretaped segment where we see John Pilchard with a mic in hand once again in front of the gym we've come to learn to be owned by Nick Dangerous.]

Pilchard: Pilchard reporting once again outside the gym which as of the time of this recording, "The" Nick Dangerous himself is in the building behind me, about to send his students away to become stars, and continue training on his own as we count down the days before people have a true reason to shill out money to see him do what he does week to week. But the reason I've requested for this time is to branch out to Johnny Serious.

[Slowly, muted footage of Nick Dangerous vs. Johnny Serious vs. Chazz Mendel.]

Pilchard: Dangerous Engagement couldn't have been any more convenient of a night for Johnny Serious, his first cWo World Title shot, where his only saving grace was being in a triple threat match, knowing he couldn't take Dangerous one on one if his life depended on it. What you're about to see is something that generations upon generations of cWo fans will know as the night that Johnny Serious was responsible for making cWo history.

[Pilchard's voice is slowly muted out as the audio from Dangerous Engagement's main event takes hold.]

Wilden: ...SERIOUS SQUIMS HIS WAY OUT OF THE FIREMAN's CARRY AND.....NICK DANGEROUS JUST GOT SERIOUS'D!!!!!!!!!!! JOHNNY DOWN FOR THE PIN COVER!!!!!

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING, DING, DING]

[The sound of the match drowns out again, as on the screen we see a timer starting from 0:00 counting on the upper corner of the screen, as John Pilchard's voice chimes in again.]



Pilchard: So the world congratulated Johnny Serious on a "hard fought" victory. Johnny Serious got to live out a pipe dream that never should have come to be. But upon his victory the clock began to time how long it would take for Johnny Serious....to make history!

[Pilchard stops talking again as the audio from the PPV once again takes precedence.]

Donna Dixon: Here is your winner, and NEW cWo WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JOOOOHHHNNNNNYYYYY SEEEEERRRRRIIIIIIOOOOOUUUUUUSSSSSSS!

Wilden: And listen to these fans Robbie, they are loud in their support of a new World Champion!!!!!!

Hart: I don't care, SERIOUS IS NOT A TRUE CHAMPION!

Wilden: What do you mean, he pinned the World...excuse me, former World Champion, Nick Dangerous. And now Aaron Blake hands Serious the title and Serious goes to the corner, climbs the turnbuckle, and lifts the title in the air! What a moment for Johnny Serious. Robbie, this is a moment Johnny Serious will never forget!

[Serious steps down and walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and once again lifts the title up in the air to a loud cheering crowd]

Wilden: We have seen history tonight Robbie, and now we have a new Champion, and new possibilities.

[Serious steps down and faces the entrance ramp where we see Chazz Mendel slowly walking backstage and a stunned Nick Dangerous staring back at Serious]


Wilden: And a very happy Johnny Serious lifts the title up in the air and points towards Nick Dangerous.

[Suddenly from behind we see none other than Jack Union clothesline the victorious Johnny Serious from behind, taking him down.]

Wilden: WHAT!

Hart: Hey!

Wilden: What is Union doing!

[Union grasps his hands around the top rope as he begins stomping down on Serious.]

Wilden: Union is laying waste to Johnny Serious! This is uncalled for!

[The fans are booing as Union looks like he's being driven to psychosis at the mere sight of Serious.]

Hart: He's putting the boots to Serious like he's been wanting to do this for a really long time.

Wilden: Well now seems like the right time to do it, I mean Serious just wrestled a hard fought match, Serious just beat Nick Dangerous and Chazz Mendel in one match, pathetic. What a coward.

Hart: Well believe it or not but I've never respected Union more!

Wilden: Get over yourself Robbie, this is ridiculous!

Hart: Get over myself!? I think it's Serious who needs to get over himself, ever since he thought he's better than Nick Dangerous.

Wilden: He just beat Nick Dangerous!


[Union then takes Serious' newly won title, and looks intently into the shimmer of the gold strap, as Serious struggles to his feet. Union then gets into stance as Serious makes it up, and rams the belt into his face.]

Hart: Oooooh!

[Fans boo as Union gets on his hands and knees and talks trash into Serious' ear.]

Wilden: That's enough, you made your point!

[Suddenly Nick Dangerous comes to, as he shakes the cobwebs off and realizes what he had just lost.]

Hart: Come on Nick, get a piece!

Wilden: The damage is done!

[Union gets up and jerks his arm back, only to whip the belt over Serious' back as hard as possible.]

Wilden: That's ENOUGH! Stop it!

[Fans booing intensely, as Dangerous obsesses over Union's beating on Serious, demanding Union to hit him again, Union complies, as Serious' screams in agony.]

Wilden: Somebody stop this already!

[Nick then stops Union after a fourth whip against Serious' back, and whispers something to Union, which prompts Union to lay the belt down on the mat. Pilchard suddenly takes the mic and tries to interrupt the beating.]

John Pilchard: Guys! Enough! That's enough!

[Union ignores Pilchard as he helps a bloody Serious come to his feet, only to take him down with a Union Jack.]

Pilchard: I SAID ENOUGH!

[An irate Union stops as Pilchard enters the ring.]

Hart: Pilchard's a dead man if he thinks he can put a stop to this!


Pilchard: You're taking this way too far!

[Nick then kicks at Serious' side.]

Pilchard: Nick! Stop it! This has gone too far, this has gone from a professional rivalry to bloodshed, Nick, you'll get your shot! Just stop this! You guys beat him half to death!

Wilden: Who would have thought JOHN PILCHARD would have to end up being the voice of reason here?

[Pilchard's look of concern quickly turns into a slight smirk.]

Pilchard: It was a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Union.

[Fans then boo as Pilchard shakes hands with Union.]

Wilden: What the hell?

Pilchard: You stupid people think I didn't think about the slight possibility of my client and my BEST friend Nick Dangerous losing tonight? It's a triple threat match! No title was meant to be contested amongst three men, it's anybody's game and it's not even Nick's fault! It basically came down to two on one, you don't think I can sit idly by when Nick Dangerous, inarguably this industries greatest talent is robbed of his title because Andrew Fiasco doesn't know how to run a wrestling promotion?


[Pilchard lays a kick of his own into Johnny Serious' stomach.]

Pilchard: Well is this what you wanted Fiasco? Was this your vision for cWo's World Championship? For a shrewd businessman such as yourself I'd have figured it would be in your best interest to appoint a WINNER as your World Champion, instead you have a World Champion who lasted all of thirty seconds before he was broken and bloodied in the center of the ring!

Wilden: Someone cut his mic.

Pilchard: Like I said. I saw this coming a mile away, so of course it was in my best interest to find a fix, so I talked to a man who provides answers to questions and solutions to problems in Tony Awesome, and we fixed up something well known as a rematch clause! In the event of Nick Dangerous losing by some BS fluke, Nick has permission to invoke a singles rematch against the then champion, so that's where you come in Serious! Because now's the time I hand the mic to my best friend Nick Dangerous, and ask him when he wants to invoke that rematch clause! This is one hundred percent legally binding! There's nothing Fiasco can do about it! Nothing Fiasco's lawyers can do about it! Nothing Fiasco's god can do about it! So Nick? When do you want it?

[The fans boo intensely as Pilchard hands the mic to Dangerous, who's shaking with anger at the sight of Serious.]

Dangerous: .......

[Dangerous looks at the referee of the triple threat match, who stands on the outside of the ring by the time keeper.]

Dangerous: ....RIGHT. NOW.


[Pilchard claps his hands together in approval as Union exits the ring to take watch on the mat outside, as Nick lays a boot to the face of Serious. Pilchard takes the mic, as cameras see Chazz screaming in disapproval shouting "I wasn't even pinned!"]

Pilchard: Referee! Get in here! And security! Take that Mendel the hell out of here! Timekeep! Ring the bell! Everybody else strap yourself in as we bear witness to the reincarnation of our greatest champion! "The" Nick Dangerous!

[Nick paces around Serious as security drags Chazz Mendel from the arena.]

Wilden: I can't believe this! Of all the conniving things ways we've seen Nick Dangerous weasel out of a building World Champion this has to be the worst!

[Nick Dangerous pins Serious as the referee counts.]

ONE

TWO

Wilden: KICKOUT! KICKOUT! KICKOUT! SERIOUS STILL HAS FIGHT LEFT IN 'IM!

Hart: How much could he possibly have left! Come off it Lance you know he's a goner!


[Nick Dangerous can't believe it. He begins to pace around to get over the shock of Serious kicking out, as Jack Union is shouting at Nick "GET IT OVER WITH!".]

Wilden: The fans in attendance and myself include do NOT wanna see Serious lose this.

[Nick picks Serious up to his feet slowly, and picks him up for a Danger Driver.]

Hart: Well it's about to be tough luck for you Lance!

[Serious struggles out of it and lands on his feet behind Nick Dangerous, and then tries to hit Got Serious'd on Nick Dangerous.]

Wilden: Got Serious'd! NO!

[Nick then spins out of it, and hoists Serious up in the air again, quickly hitting the Danger Driver he originally intended.]

Hart: DANGER DRIVER! DANGER DRIVER! DANGER DRIVER!

[Nick goes for the pin.]

Wilden: God damnit!

ONE

TWO

THREE...



[The clock stops at 5:57, as the clock remains at the upper right corner of the screen, as we fade back to John Pilchard reporting outside of the gym.]

Pilchard: And then, history..was made. Just short of six minutes Johnny, and you got what you've always wanted out of your alliance with Nick Dangerous. You wanted your name in the history books, you wanted to be remembered, and remembered you will be. The shortest cWo title reign in cWo HISTORY.

[Pilchard laughs as he continues.]

Pilchard: Being the hothead you are, you're probably fuming right now, but I want you to relax right now as I get to the point. Johnny, you spent the last couple of months clamouring for a match one on one match against Nick Dangerous. But the fact of the matter is you've already had that match, and it took less than six minutes for Nick to put you away. Do you honestly think making it a street fight is gonna make a difference? Or were you asking Fiasco for it, knowing you weren't going to get it, just trying to look tough? Maybe Andrew Mendel can lend you his title so you can make an even shorter reign this time!..It's never too late to change your mind. This is John Pilchard, signing off...and Johnny, I hope you enjoy losing to Mr. Rich tonight.

[The segment fades out as we return to Lance Wilden and Robbie Hart as they discuss what they just saw.]

Hart: Wow, some top notch journalism from John Pilchard there.

Wilden: Top notch journalism? From the looks of things John Pilchard is trying to convince Johnny Serious to bow out of the match so Nick can have it easy like he always ends up doing!

Hart: Easy? Nothing about Nick's life under Fiasco's rule was easy!

Wilden: I would beg to differ, Robbie. Seems convenient that Pilchard forgot to mention Jack Union jumping Serious from behind before invoking his rematch clause, even though it was right in front of us in that clip!

Hart: Dangerous went through a hell of his own during the triple threat prior, ya know!

Wilden: I'd have rather seen Phantasy take on D.U.I. instead of being subjected to John Pilchard's propaganda.

Hart: Well it's all over, you can grab your toilet paper now.

Wilden: Folks, it’s time for our first commercial break of the evening! We’ll be right back!


[Scene begins with a shot of a grave shown in a deserted graveyard, a looming mysterious hymn is heard in the background. The camera’s view pans around as silence is only heard. Then suddenly these words appear

More than 12 months ago, a man went through a period of dark times spiraling out of control only to lie in his own resting place.

The camera then zooms in on the grave, etched in the dirt reads here lies Sean “Xtreme” Pason.

Suddenly the screen turns blank and then these words are heard

It has taken me over 12 months to reach out of darkness and get back to the surface

Footage of Sean Pason is seen. The camera zooms in as you see Sean “Xtreme” Pason agonizing in pain as he is grabbing his right leg in the ring. Then Sean “Xtreme” Pason is seen being helped by trainers out of the ring.

I took the risks and didn’t care about my actions. I was cocky and abusive in ways that not one could imagine, but now I’ve grown and change.

Alive by P.O.D begins to play in the background as footage of Sean “Xtreme” Pason rehabbing with his injury early on.

Everyday is a new day
I’m thankful for every breath I take
I won’t take it for granted
So I learn from my mistakes
It’s beyond my control, sometimes it’s best to let go
Whatever happens in this lifetime
So I trust in love
You have given me peace of mind

An assortment of clips began playing with Sean “Xtreme” Pason performing leg presses and bench presses.

I feel so alive for the very first time
I can’t deny you
I feel so alive
I feel so alive for the very first time
And I think I can fly

Pason is seen running the ropes and running up what appears to be steps of a high school bleachers as sweat runs from his head, you can see the focus and desire on the face of Pason.

Sunshine upon my face
A new song for me to sing
Tell the world how I feel inside
Even though it might cost me everything
Now that I know this, so beyond, I can’t hold this
I can never turn my back away
Now that I’ve seen you
I can never look away

I now know the mistakes that I have made and I am ready to man up to them. This isn’t Sean “Xtreme” Pason.

Clips of Sean Pason doing various exercises such as push-ups, sit-ups and pull-ups are shown.

Now that I know you [I could never turn my back away]
Now that I see you [I could never look away]
Now that I know you [I could never turn my back away]
Now that I see you [I believe no matter what they say]

I am Sean Pason and I’m coming back!!!

Sean Pason is seen striking a punching bag with various kicks and punches.

I feel so alive for the very first time
I can’t deny you
I feel so alive
I feel so alive for the very first time
And I think I can fly…

Pason is shown sparring with another wrestler; Pason appears to be dominating the other wrestler as he delivers Redemption on the wrestler.

And I think I can fly….

And I think I can fly….

And I think I can fly….

SEAN PASON RETURNS TO CWO



[The scene is backstage where we see Meghan Conklin, wearing a short blue button-up shirt and some Adidas basketball shorts sitting in a chair with a large bandage on her forehead from Jezebel's vicious attack last week. Suddenly, we see Jezebel saunter into the room wearing a Danzig T-Shirt with baggy black pants with chains on them as she looks at Meghan with a smirk on her face as she silently laughs to herself. Suddenly, Meghan turns around sharply in her direction and begins to speak.]

Meghan Conklin: Har de har har, you made me bleed. You may be laughing now, but I'm the one who's gonna have the last laugh.

[Jezebel raises her eyebrow with her arms crossed as she smirks at Meghan silently.]

Meghan Conklin: You know, you wanted a first blood match and that's nothing I can't handle. But thanks to your little kick to the back of my head knocking me out, I never actually agreed to that match. So, in reality, you just gave me this laceration on my forehead for no valid reason.

[Jezebel's eye begins to twitch and she puts her hands on her hips in absolute seething anger at this point.]

Meghan Conklin: You see, I talked to the cWo management and got them to make a little change to our match because a first blood match would be an unfair advantage for you. I want to beat you without you having to use weapons so I made our match a straight-up one-on-one match to make things a little more even. I hope you don't mind, doll. So get ready for me to give you yet another beating. Buh-bye now!

[Meghan mockingly blows Jezebel a kiss, who kicks a nearby plastic trash-can and begins kicking it multiple times going into a French tirade.]

Jezebel: Rien de Dieu vous, vous foutue chatte Americaine! Je vais vous tuer. Je jure aux dieux que je vais a la foutue MISE A MORT VOUS!!!

[Jezebel then looks back down the hallway with fierce anger in her eyes as she goes down the hallway seething in anger]


[Tiffany Tolberg is standing backstage with Mr. Rich and Evette. Mr. Rich is wearing his usual business suit and Evette a short black mini skirt, and a white tight short sleeved shirt with GLAMOROUS written in sparkled letters]

Tolberg: I am hear with Mr. Rich and Evette. Tonight, Mr. Rich is set for a rematch with Johnny Serious. A rematch from CYBERSLAM VI, where Serious....

Mr. Rich: All right, we get the point. Ask your questions will you?

Tolberg: All right. Why the rematch? Why months later?

Mr. Rich: We all know Tiffany that while Andrew Fiasco was here, he did his best to keep everyone he hated off T.V. and off Driven. I was not booked for several weeks because of Fiasco. If I had been booked awhile ago, I would have asked for my rematch sooner.

Tolberg: Last time you fought Serious, you had a special guest at Cyberslam VI, will we see any suprises tonight?

Mr. Rich: Hmmm, will there be an empty seat? I don't know. If there is, believe me, I hate it that this possible guest has to sit amongst the low class fans in the front row seats.

Tolberg: And what about Serious?

Mr. Rich: What about Serious? He is low class trash as far as I am concerned! Tonight, I will show him a world he has never seen. And whether he is ready or not, he has unestimated my strengths. If you're a betting woman Tiffany, you would bet it all on Mr. Rich!!!!!

Tolberg: Evette, last week, you had your debut match in the cWo against Phantasy. .

Evette: That's right girl I did, and I beat that bitch like I said I was.

Tolberg: You did have to cheat a little bit to win, I mean we all saw your feet on the ropes.

[Evette gives Tiffany a cold stare before walking up to her face to face. She then gives Tiffany a HARD SLAP across the face.]

Evette: Never question the way in which I win my match's.

Tolberg: I'm sorry, but I am just doin....

[Evette put's her finger on Tiffany's mouth]

Evette: Sssshhhh....you have all ready made me mad.

Mr. Rich: Believe me Tiff, you don't want to do that!

Evette: Next week, I'm gonna have to work it off....next week at Driven, it will be you and I, in a match...and we'll see if I cheated bitch!!!!!!

[Evette stares at Tiffany another second and then gives her a light kiss on the cheek, before walking off camera....]

Tolberg: But....I'm not a wrestler....

Mr. Rich: Sorry toots....but your low class a$$ angered my wife...now you have to pay the price!!!!

[Mr. Rich walks off the screen as a stunned Tiffany looks into the camera]

Tolberg: I'm just the interviewer!!!!!!

Hart: Tiffany’s had it rough today! First being molested by Dakota Smith, now this!

Wilden: I agree, Evette was out of line!

Hart: Out of line? Tiffany tried to discredit her hard fought win over Phantasy!

Wilden: Well, Evette has challenged our own Tiffany Tolberg to a match next week at Driven!

Hart: As if Tiffany needed any more face time.

Wilden: It’ll be interesting to see if….


[The lights dim as "Into the Darkness" by Kittie plays as Mary-Joe leads Chastity and Jen Diamond to the ring. Chastity looks upwards towards the ceiling, as if praying to the Goddesses above as Jen stands on the rampway waiting for her to knock it oaff. and then casually walks to the ring. They don't acknowledge those around them. They stop at the bottom of the ramp. Chastity and Diamond hold their arms up in the air strongly as Mary-Joe stands by their side pointing them out.]

Hart: LOOK WHO IT IS!

Wilden: You know, I thought we were going to get a night without an appearance by Mary-Joe Wolf's estrogen uprising but sadly I was wrong.

Hart: Why do you keep speaking ill of my woman?

Wilden: Because she is grating and didn't she ban you on her call list.

Hart: That just proves that you don't know women. When they say no that means yes and when they block your calls that means come to my front door with flowers and Mariachi band playing "Venus!"

Wilden: So that is why I had to bail you out of jail the other night. You know that most people call their family or friends with their one phone call, not their broadcast colleagues.

[Mary-Joe enters the ring as Diamond demands that Dixon hand her the microphone. Jen gives Mary-Joe the mic as Chastity scowls at Robbie Hart and then the rest of the arena.]

Mary-Joe: It seems we have been ignored ag...

[The boos in the arena cut her off as Diamond and Chastity looks offended. Diamond grabs the mic and begins yelling at the fans!]

Diamond: Unless you haven't noticed, the sausage fest in cWo is OVER! So if you can be respectful, sit down and shut up while a lady is speaking!

[The fans boo even louder!]

Hart: How can these fans boo a class act like Mary-Joe Wolf, she is so HOT!... I mean attractive!

Wilden: Perhaps, but her constant shrieking make her less attractive then Baboo Yagoo in the nude!

[Jen hands the mic back to Mary-Joe Wolf. She talks over the crowd.]

Mary-Joe: As I was saying, the women in this company are once AGAIN being ignored by those who think their genitals make them superior! We are being shut out just like Hilary Clinton was shut out of the White House early this year! You men believe that we can just be ignored. You believe that if you pretend we are not here, that we'll eventually leave. You deny that our thats and ideas are just as... hell, more valuable than yours. And once again, two men in particular decided to take the "ignore them and they'll go away" approach! Of course I am talking about the man who my girl Chastity beat: JJ Carter and the man Jen Diamond would've beat if it weren't for interference from one miss Mad Maddie. Even after we took them back 200 hundred years and OWNED them, they still don't give us the respect we have earned from them!

[The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos after the racist comment.]

Mary-Joe: OH SHUT UP YOU SENSITIVE CRYBABIES! I am not going to let your boos stifle my mission any longer! Last week, we put out a challenge for Slam in the Sand. We challenged JJ Carter and Shabazz to a tag team match and we have yet to hear from them! I know for a fact that these two men are AFFRAID! They are affraid to gain a loss to a woman. Let me rephrase that, they are affraid of being beat by a woman AGAIN! Well, we DEMAND that they march their asses down here and explain themselves. They need to full on admite their cowardice to us! They need to reveal the male of the species for what they are: feeble minded power mongers who pray on using and abusing women because they think we are affraid of their "strength!" So we are not going to leave until J.J Carter and Shabazz come down here and explain themselves and accept our challenge for Slam in the Sand!

[Chastity brings in a steel chair and sets it up. Mary-Joe sits down as Jen and Chastity look at the rampway.]

Mary-Joe: Take your time guys we have nothing but time. We'll be here until the show goes off the air if that is what it takes...

[Mad Maddie Brother Shabazz and J.J. Carter walk out to the top of the ramp to no music. Maddie is just standing there holding a microphone, along with Carter.]

Shabazz: Bitch bitch bitch. Is that all you ever do Mary Joe? Seriously, can you just shut the hell up already? Nobody gives a rats ass what you think anymore.

Maddie: Take a look at me, I'm here with two of the fastest rising stars in CWO. You are with a couple of talentless hacks, one of which has been beaten on more times than an actress in a Lifetime movie...

Wilden: Wow...

Carter: Why do we need to explain ourselves there Mary Joe? Why are you trying to act so big and powerful? I've beat Chastity before, I can do it again. And if it wasn't for Maddie here interfering, Shabazz would have beat Diamond. So for your tag match at Slam in the Sand... it's on. Let's finish this, we're going to shut you up once and for good...

[Suddenly, "Crawling" by Linkin Park blasts through the P.A as Tony Awesome stands on the rampway holding a microphone. Mary-Joe, Chastity and Jen look on from in ring, as JJ, Maddie and Shabazz turn to look at him from the bottome of the ramp.]

Wilden: I didn't expect Tony Awesome to be out here right now. In fact, he has been uncharacteristicly quiet as of late.

Hart: He is probably going to tell JJ and his friends to shut up and completely agree with Mary-Joe's point of view.

Wilden: Hopefully that isn't the case!

Awesome: So, at Slam in the Sand, there is going to be a tag team match between Brother Shabazz and JJ Carter Vs. Jen Diamond and Chastity McGavin. That is great! Just brilliant! But something has come to my attention as of late. For the last two months, every Thursday I would go to bed with a headache. I didn't have any idea what caused it, but I'd always seem to go to bed with one. Then last week it donned on me as I was watching the Jen Diamond Vs. Brother Shabazz match and you guys were all going at eachother: the cause of my headaches are you six people. Mostly, it is your guy's managers. And frankly, I think it is unfair for both ladies to avoid any ring action since they are so adamant about their perspective clauses. So tonight, we are going to get a preview of Slam in the Sand. In that very ring, it will be JJ Carter, Brother Shabazz and Mad Maddie Vs. Chastity McGavin, Jen Diamond and ...Mary-Joe Wolf!

Hart: NO!

Wilden: AHAHAHA! This should be the ass kicking of the century!

[The crowd begins to cheer as Jen and Chastity look very upset and Mary-Joe begins screech over the microphone!]

Mary-Joe: YOU CAN'T DO THIS! I'M NOT A WRESTLER!

Awesome: Well, you wanted equality, now you got it! And that match begins now!

[Awesome walks away as JJ Carter, Maddie and Shabazz approach the ring. Chastity immediately makes sure that Mary-Joe is in the corner.]

Wilden: Mary-Joe better hope that she doesn't get tagged in because this has the potential to be messy!

Hart: This is so unfair! Mary-Joe isn't even dressed to wrestle! She is wearing a short skirt!... Wait a minute...

Wilden: Are you realizing something?

Hart: This is the GREATEST booking decision ever made!

[Chastity and Shabazz start out for both teams as the bell rings! The two lock up, Shabazz gains control and throws Chastity to the ropes. Shabazz comes in for a western lariat but Chastity ducks, bounces off the ropes and hits a running shoulder block.]

Wilden: Shabazz and Chastity here starting off fast and furious! Shabazz quickly back up and nails Chastity with a hip toss! Chastity quickly back up and steps out of the way of an attempted standing dropkick. Chastity now with a bicycle kick to the jaw of Shabazz!

Hart: Chastity has skills, but she needs to tag in Mary-Joe so she can DOMINATE!

Wilden: Eager for an upskirt?

Hart: How dare you think that I see women as a piece of meat!

Wilden: Chastity tags in Diamond, but Shabazz is up and nails her with a spinning neck breaker. He picks her and lands a spinning powerbomb on Jen and now Shabazz makes the tag to JJ Carter! Carter in and grabs Jen and is attempting a death valley driver... but Chastity runs back in and sweeps the knees making Carter drop Jen!

Hart: These girls have teamwork on their side. They are a well oiled female machine!

Wilden: Hector Garcia makes sure Chastity goes back to her corner as Jen takes control with a piledriver to Carter! She picks him up and irish whips her to her corner. Jen hits a running handspring elbow in the corner then tags in Chastity. Chastity slaps the chest of chest of Carter once, twice...

Hart: Three times a lady!

Wilden: Chastity making the tag to Mary-Joe!?

Hart: Yes! This is going to be awesome!

Wilden Jen and Chastity hold down Carter as Mary-Joe lays in a hard slap in the face and then a second, then a third and now she is slapping him several times in the face... somebody stop this!

Hart: Don't stop this! She is woman hear her roar!

Wilden: Mary-Joe tags in Chastity lays out Carter with a running yakuza kick to the corner! Now Chastity with a bulldog. BUT now Shabazz is in immediately running dropkick that sends Chastity backwards. Man, these six people just hate eachother!

Hart: I can't see how anyone can hate Mary-Joe!

Wilden: Garcia makes sure that now Shabazz is back in his corner! Carter back up and lays out Chastity with a spinning heel kick! He picks her up and nails her with a backbreaker! Carter tags in Shabazz now! Shabazz lifts Chastity up as JJ springboards off the ropes for a springboard doomsday device that sends Chastity to the mat. Shabazz with the cover!

ONE

TWO

Hart: Yes!

Wilden: Jen makes the save, but gets speared by Carter! Maddie is now yelling for her to get tagged in! Shabazz gives her the thumbs up and grabs Chastity and brings her to "her" corner. He is grabbing Mary-Joe's arm!

Hart: ASSAULT!

[Shabazz takes Mary-Joes arm and touches it with Chastity's shoulder.]

Wilden: UH OH! Shabazz lifts Mary-Joe over the ropes and sets her down in the middle of the ring. He then smiles and goes to tag in Mad Maddie who salivating at getting a chance at the fear stricken Mary-Joe Wolf! The tag is made and Mad Maddie is in and willing to go!

[Maddie walks out to the center of the ring, and just stands there.]

Wilden: Mary Joe is just standing there pale white in fear. Maddie is going to tear her apart, and this is all good and legal.

Hart: WHY IS NOBODY TAGGING IN TO SAVE MARY JOE!?!?!?!

[Suddenly, Maddie turns around and grabs Brother Shabazz and hits him with a swinging neckbreaker! Maddie turns to Mary-Joe and the two shake hands, then raise each other's hands. The crowd starts booing very loudly.]

Hart: YES!!! Maddie has turned against the thugs!!!

Wilden: What in the hell???

Hart: The ladies of CWO are fighting the man, my gal Mary Joe performs miracles Lance. Haven't you figured this out by now?

Wilden: Carter slides in and starts yelling at Maddie as Maddie screams back.

Maddie: I'm tired of being held back. Tired of my ass getting bitched out by you. I am a woman, I am a human being, I can do what the hell I want without you two jackasses telling me otherwise.

Wilden: And Mad Maddie has completely lost her mind! Carter turns around just in time to get laid out with a bra burner from Chastity McGavin out of nowhere.

Hart: THIS IS GREAT!

[Brother Shabazz is slowly getting to his feet, but Mary-Joe points him out to Maddie and Jen who is getting to her feet. Maddie then knocks Shabazz back down with a spear.

Hart: God Mary Joe is genius!! She got Maddie to turn against her masters the Connextion. I think she made a tag to Carter as well...

Wilden: Chastity and Jen move Carter to the center of the ring as the help Mary-Joe stand up over his chest with her high heel! I GUESS THAT IS A PIN!

ONE

TWO

THREE

[DING DING DING]

Dixon: Your winners: Mary Joe Wolf, Jen Diamond, and Chastity McGavin!!!

Wilden: I don't know what to say! Mad Maddie was so hard up against Mary-Joe and Estrogen Uprising... I can't fathom why she would be joining them!

Hart: She wanted to be part of the winning team. And JJ and Shabazz are not the winning team.

[The four women slide out of the ring as Shabazz and Carter come to yelling at the four of them. They raise their arms in victory as the fans in the arena boo.]

Hart: This is outstanding!

Wilden: Well, JJ Carter and Brother Shabazz have been stabbed in the back by this young woman they seemingly have given opportunity after opportunity to!

Hart: She doesn’t NEED them to help her, Lance! She’s a woman who can do anything!


[Jason Duran looks hesistant as he approaches what looks like a janitor’s closet. He swallows hard and looks at the door.]

Duran: Do I have to do this?

[He obviously doesn’t like the answer. Suddenly, laughter breaks out from behind the door, and cartoon noises can be heard. Duran slowly opens the door to reveal Heretic sitting on the floor watching cartoons on an old portable TV and laughing his head off.]

Duran: Um.. excuse me, Heretic..

[Heretic’s expression suddenly turns into one of pure rage.]

Heretic: WHAT?! I’M WATCHING CHARLIE THE UNICORN!

Duran: Oh… sorry. Should I come back later?

Heretic: NO!

[He pushes the TV across the closet.]

Heretic: Now you’ve RUINED it!

Duran: I was wondering I could get a few words in with you about your match tonight? Why would you agree to this asylum situation?

Heretic: Because, I don’t PLAN ON LOSING. I want to HELP Chazz Mendel, whatever it takes! He’s too stressed and overwhelmed. He needs a BREAK somewhere where they’ll TAKE CARE OF HIM! I’M DOING HIM A FAVOR, JASON!

Duran: But if you don’t care about the world title..

Heretic: Why can’t you all see? This is all a test, a test for ANDY PHILLIPS! And TONIGHT, he has another part of the test! You see, Jason, he has to decide who he wants to FACE. Does he go with Chazz Mendel, the devil he KNOWS… or the devil he DOESN’T KNOW? Andrew thinks this is all about winning and losing, but sometimes… winning isn’t a chance. Tonight, this is a LOSE-LOSE situation… and I await his response. And once Chazz goes BYE BYE to the funny farm, I’m left all alone to play with Andy all I want. I hope he’s ready, because it’s gonna be FUN!

[Heretic’s face goes blank. He flips the TV back to where he can see it, and once again becomes absorbed in the cartoon. Duran takes this opportunity to back slowly out of the room.]




[The scene opens with "The Comeback Kid" Andrew Phillips doing squats in his lockerroom when "The Stud" Alex Kayman walks in. Andrew stops and smiles.]

Andrew: Hey man, what's up?

Alex: Not much man, I uh...got your message, man.

Andrew: Good, good man, how's your bicep doing?

Alex: It's uh...it's good man, doctor's say I should be back in the ring in no time.

Andrew: Good, good, do you think you can hang around? Maybe we can get something, ou know, trade holds...

Alex:...You know, man? I'm not sure...

Andrew: No no no, man, I have to get ready, man.

Alex: ...Can I be honest with you, man?

Andrew: Sure.

Alex: No offense, man, but...are you sure about this thing with Heretic?

Andrew: I know I can outwrestle Heretic. I have to get ready for that match, because come SITS...

Alex: No, man, it's not that. I know...I mean I think you can outwrestle Heretic. But...how are you not freaked man? I mean...a guy like that...the things he's done...

Andrew: No. No, stop where you are. I'm not afraid of Heretic.

Alex: Yeah, but Andrew...

Andrew: But nothing, I don't want to hear it. I can beat Heretic, I can outwrestle him, I can take the mind games. Now come on, alright? No matter who the challenger ends up being at Slam in the Sand, I have to preapred, so if your hear, help my prepare!

Alex: Look, bro...the only point I'm going to make is...maybe you can out wrestle him. The question you need to ask yourself, Andrew...is does Heretic want to out wrestle you? Does he want to be the best wrestler in the world? Or...does he want to hurt people. Does he want to break you physically...and emotionally. Ask yourself that question. You might be scared of the answer.

[Alex Kayman shakes his head and walks out as Andrew sighs heavily, then looks over at the cWo World Heavyweight Championship.]

Hart: Look, he’s SCARED!

Wilden: I don’t know if it’s fear, Robbie.. but something IS bothering him.

Hart: He’s gotta be praying for Chazz Mendel to win tonight, not like he can beat Chazz or anything.

Wilden: He beat him at Glory!

Hart: He climbed a ladder! Big deal!

Wilden: Let’s get back to the action, pp next is Mr. Rich vs Johnny Serious. These two men have a lot of history together. Last time they met each other, it was at Cyberslam VI.

Hart: What a night! Nick Dangerous made an appearence

Wilden: Yeah, suprised Johnny with a chairshot to the back of the head.

Hart: I notice an empty seat in the front row. Do you think Dangerous will make another appearence tonight?


Donna Dixon: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way from New York, New York, he is 6'4", 254 lbs, Mr RIIIICCCCCHHHHH

[Pink Floyd's "Money" hits the arena as Mr Rich makes his way out towards the ring. He stops in the aisle, waving his money around as a dollar sign lights up. He continues to the ring, flashing his money in the fans face and then taking it away. He slowly enters the ring and stands in the center as canons from all four ring posts shoot out fake money with Mr Rich's face on it. ]

Donna Dixon: And his opponent, from Hollywood California, 6'4", 245 lbs, Jooooohhhhnnnnyyyyy Seeeerrrrriiiiioooooyuuuuussssss]

Wilden: These two men evenly matched, though Serious is half the age of Mr. Rich

[The lights go our as the Voice of Johnny Serious comes over the sound system and says "Are You SERIOUS." An orange light turns on in the arena as the song "Elevation" by U2 plays. Johnny Serious makes his way out. He enters the ring, goes to a corner, climbs the turnbuckle and raises his hands to the crowd with a playful cocky smile as the regular house lights come back on.]

DING DING DING

Wilden: And this match is under way as Mr. Rich runs Serious into the corner and delivers a set of ear popping chops to the chest.

Hart: My money is on Mr. Rich tonight....I just have that feeling.

[Mr. Rich continues to deliver the chops, however, SERIOUS mans up and takes the chops. Mr. Rich steps backwards a little bit but...]

Wilden: And Serious with a clothesline to Mr. Rich. Serious now unleashing a ton of stomps to Mr. Rich's chest. You know Robbie, I still wonder why, now, months after Cyberslam, that Mr. Rich wants a rematch.

Hart: what, he is not allowed to ask for a rematch? Serious got his rematch against Baxter, and that.

Wilden: I just smell a rat, that is all I am saying.

[Mr. Rich quickly rolls out of the ring, but to his suprise, Serious follows him right out.]

Wilden: Both men on the outside now. Johnny is not going to allow Mr. Rich a chance to rest. And I am not so sure he wants to keep his eye off of him either.

[Serious grabs the head of Mr. Rich and slams it into the ring post]

Hart: That should be illegal Lance. Serious cheating as usual!

[Serious catch's the eye of the empty chair and stares around for a moment. He goes over to the railing and picks up the empty chair and shakes his head no. He then points the chair at Mr. Rich for a moment as Mr. Rich drops to his knees.]

Wilden: Mr. Rich begging for Mercy. Why did he even ask for this rematch if he wasn't going to wrestle.

[Serious smiles at Mr. Rich before turning his back and handing the chair to Lance Wilden]

Hart: Oh you make me sick. You are supposed to be unbiased!

[As Serious has his back turned, Mr. Rich quickly runs grabs Serious by the head and hits a running bulldog on the steel steps.]

Hart: What a brilliant move by Mr. Rich

Wilden: Wait a minute, earlier, you said Johnny was cheating when he slammed Rich into the ring post.

Hart: Different...that was a ring post, these were the steps. Mr. Rich had no choice, the steps got in his way. Johnny aimed for that ring post.

[Mr. Rich picks Serious up and rolls him into the ring. He then climbs to the top turnbuckle for an elbow drop....]

Wilden:...and Serious to his feet, over to the turnbuckle, and tosses Mr. Rich off the top turnbuckle.

[Serious stands over Mr. Rich and hits a standing leg drop and goes for a pin cover]

ONE

TWO

TH....

Wilden: And Mr. Rich kicks out.

Hart: Mr. Rich obviously in control.

[Serious picks Mr. Rich up to his feet and Irish Whips him into the ropes. As Mr. Rich returns....]

Wilden: Serious hits Rich with a hard clothesline. Serious now picking up Mr. Rich in his arms and appears he is going for the Serious Slam.

[Serious turns around and goes to do the SERIOUS SLAM, but as he releases Mr. Rich, Rich goes flying into the referee.]

Wilden: And Referee Blake has been knocked out. That Slam took out two people with one Slam!

Hart: Only Johnny Serious can ruin his attempt at winning a match by taking out the ref. That action should result in a suspension for Serious.

Wilden: relax Robbie, it was an accident.

[Serious stands over Referee Blake, trying to get him up as....]

Wilden: WHAT THE HELL!!!!

[A group of 3 young men, built like wrestlers run out and slide in the ring. Johnny Serious turns around and is met with a kick to the gut by one of the men. Another men steps in and delivers a DOW JONES]

Wilden: Wait a minute. These are the some of the same men we saw last week, training at the Nick Dangerous school of wrestling.

Hart: Explains a perfect DOW JONES!.

[The men pick Serious up again and....]

Wilden: MY GAWD, another DOW JONES!!!!!

Hart: Done to perfection, Nick Dangerous must be proud!

Wilden: Now one of these stooges have placed Mr. Rich on top of Serious as the other drags the ref over and they quickly leave the ring.

[As the ref comes to, he notices Mr. Rich with a cover on Serious]

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Wilden: What a cheap win. We didn't even get much of a match.

Donna Dixon: Here is your winner, MR.RIIIIICCCCCCHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Wilden: And now the three men enter the ring and help Mr. Rich to his feet.

[Mr. Rich comes up, is talking to the three men as Johnny begins to get to his feet.]

Wilden:...and all three begin to stomp and kick Serious. But wait a minute....SERIOUS BACK TO HIS FEET, HE IS TRYING TO FEND OFF THESE MEN, AND DOING A GOOD JOB OF IT.

[Serious grabs two of the men and head butts them together, following with several punch's to the third guy as the crowd is now cheering.]

Wilden: What is keeping Johnny going?

[Serious sends the third guy to the ropes and as he returns....]

Wilden: SERIOUS SLAM, and the student is down....OH!!!! A LOW BLOW TO SERIOUS BY MR. RICH!!!!!

Hart: Never turn your back on the man, isn't that what you said earlier?

[Serious down to the mat as 9 more students come out running from the back]

Wilden: You have got to be kidding me.

[The 9 men run into the ring and begin stomping on Serious as Mr. Rich is doing all the directing.]

Wilden: What an unfair advantage, and once again, NICK DANGEROUS has his way with Johnny Serious!

Hart: Come on, give Mr. Rich some credit here.

[Johnny Serious continues to take a beating, but in the midst of the beating, cheers can be heard from the crowd]

Hart; What the...

Wilden: It's JOSH CANTRELL, AND HE IS COMING OUT, CHAIR IN HAND!!!!!!!

[Cantrell slides in the ring. He slams the chair over one student's head, and then another as Mr. Rich quickly slides out of the ring. Cantrell continues to swing away, knocking students out of the ring.]

Wilden: And now Cantrell eyeing Mr. Rich as he bends down to help Johnny to his feet...

[Both men are on their feet, Serious a bit off balence, bleeding from the head, but ready for a fight.]

Wilden: I hope Dangerous is watching now!

[As students attempt to climb back in the ring, Cantrell swings away. Serious on the other side, goes to attack students climbing in, but every student backs off, awarding the moral victory to Cantrell and Serious.

Hart: This is just a hint at what Nick Dangerous is capable of Lance, and I love it. I can not wait for Slam In The Sand.

["Elevation" plays as Cantrell and Serious shake each other's hands. Mr. Rich and crew make their way back up to the ramp, some holding their heads from chair shots by Cantrell. In the ring, Cantrell and Serious talk while the crowd gives a loud cheer for both men. They both exit the ring]

Wilden: Not that result I was expecting, but tonight, for the first time, we have an idea that this is not just a match between SERIOUS and DANGEROUS at Slam in the Sand. THIS IS A WAR!!!!!!!

Hart: Mr. Rich finally scores a pin fall on Johnny Serious.

Wilden: A cheap victory!

Hart: A win is a win Lance, so stop being a negative Nancy!


[Backstage Tiffany Tolberg stands next to Jacob Baxter. Baxter eyes Tiffany up and down as Tiffany tries to ignore it. The FCUK title rests on Baxter’s shoulder]

Tiffany Tolberg: I’m standing next to Fighting Champion of the United Kingdom, Jacob Baxter.

[Baxter looks towards the camera and gives a wave.]

Baxter: Allo. [looks back at Tiffany] And an allo to you too, Tiffany!

Tolberg: Are you phased at all or worried by last week’s loss to J.J. Carter?

Baxter: Tiffany, why so professional? We haven’t seen in other in weeks. You and I, we go back to my first weeks here. We’re like good ol’ comrades, me and you! Notice anything different?

[Baxter smiles and motions his head towards the belt.]

Tolberg: Yes, I’m aware. And no offense, I’m just here to do my job.

Baxter: You know I’ve…too easy. Never you mind. How dare you question my confidence after last week’s bout with J.J. Carter! I can’t really consider it a defeat if I’ve still got this belt, yea? And I expected cheating tactics out of Carter. I figured his whole posse would have made a cameo. But ol’ Joshy? I didn’t think the prat had it in him! Well played! Guess hate can drive a man beyond his limits. After all, I don’t think anybody would call your act last week very admirable. He knows what he wants and clearly, the lad will do all he can. He’s got more fight in him than Johnny Serious ever showed.

Tolberg: Does this mean you’re ready to give Josh Cantrell a shot at your title?

Baxter: Now let’s not go rushing to the bedroom after the first date here, Tiffany! Just because the man has got my attention, by no means equates to the fact that he’s worthy to face me. I’ve merely just acknowledged his attempts. Of course, Cantrell will be happy that I’ve obliged to sign up for this little tag competition later tonight against him and Raymond Jacobson. If Jacobson plays his cards right, maybe he could have a shot of this someday. His odds are better than Joshy right now, I’d say.

Tolberg: We’ve seen you in singles action many times, but this is the first time we’ll see you in a tag team situation. What is your affiliation with the World Gentlemen’s League and more specifically Chandler Edsel Dalmon?

Baxter: Frankly, they could throw me in there with The Grate One Kid or Cop Mendel and there wouldn’t be a problem. The WGL seem like standup gentlemen. A little quirky, but still standup and Dalmon…

[Suddenly, a pillar of smoke flies by Baxter as he waves it away from him as Tiffany coughs.]

Baxter: Bloody hell? What...

[Chandler Dalmon steps into the scene smoking on a pipe while wearing his silk WGL shirt. He has another WGL over his shoulder and has a book in his hand. He takes the pipe out of his mouth and looks at excitedly at Baxter!]

Dalmon: You are going to call me a ponce right? Please, call me a ponce, that would be PRICELESS!

Baxter: Bugger off you prat!

[Chandler shrugs!]

Dalmon: I guess that will do!

[Chandler looks at Tifanny]

Dalmon: Mrs. Tolberg, I bid you good morrow!

[Baxter scowls as Chandler gives Tiffany a warm hug]

Baxter: You best not be mocking...

[Chandler looks sincerely offended while looking at the belt on Baxter's shoulder.]

Dalmon: Mocking you? I wouldn't even think about it. I am trying to build an undying bond between the two of us. I am getting inside your head, I am being a "bastard!" I suggest you do the same because I know Raymond Jacobsen, I trained him every move he knows. That is knowledge that you don't have that only I can provide you.

Baxter: I don't think you have anything that you can provide with other than showing me how to grow that nancy boy beard.

Dalmon: Ah, there is that gruff British facade that you are trying to put on, but by the end of the night we will be in the pub chasing back ale and talking about the classics.

Baxter: The classics?

Dalmon: You know, Milton, Wilde, Wolfstencraft! Literature that most Americans, especially the likes of Raymond Jacobson and Josh Cantrell, can't even comprehend due to their small working class brain. But you and me... Me from the University of Phoenix and you from Oxford. There is nothing that can stop us, we are a force of brain and brawn and...

[Baxter interrupts him, very annoyed...]

Baxter: “We” are two people paired up with a common goal of making quick business of a combined enemy in Joshy and Jacobson. “We” are two fighters who both have blood running through our veins. But that is where our similarities end. Don’t get all arse over elbow thinking this is beyond that, yea?

Tolberg: What else does Cantrell have to prove to you to be worthy of a shot?

Baxter: He needs to work three times as harder as every other competitor. The man’s been in a virtual slump since coming back to cWo. How is that worthy of anything at this point? He’s starting to show that fire and that drive, but I expect more of him. If he wants to challenge me for this title...

[Baxter points to title. All the while, Chandler nods in agreement and also points to the title. Slowly he starts to slide the title off Baxter’s shoulder. Baxter doesn’t really notice as he talks]

Baxter: …I want to see more out of him. I’ve heard the comparisons between us, but I don’t see it. Show me who Josh Cantrell really is. Prove to me all the stories I’ve heard. I’m not going to go up against some wash-up. That match would take the piss! It would be a sad event, frankly. I want to…oy!

[Baxter notices his belt missing and turns to see Chandler sporting it around his waist]

Dalmon: Looks good doesn't it?

Baxter: What the bloody hell do you think you are doing?

Dalmon: We are partners now! Partners share everything: It is how a society is supposed to run! You’re a champion, I'm a champion! I'm a genius... you "could be one someday."

Baxter: You’re making me quite aggro, d’you know? Just give me the bleeding belt! This is a one night only thing. Get that into you’re noggin!

[A disappointed Chandler takes off the belt and hands it back to Baxter.]

Dalmon: I don't know how you think we are supposed win a match with that attitude, but luckily, I am not just another competitor... we are not just any other team. We are the team that will walk into that ring against trailer park trash and a man who thinks I am his arch rival in Cantrell and Jacobson and we will walk out united as one! Step by step, arm by arm, hand in hand! Donna Dixon will announce our names: "Big Smarty" Chandler Edsel Dalmon and "Fourxx" Jacob Baxter, THE WORLD GENTLEMEN LEAGUE!

[Jacob snatches his belt away from a smiling Chandler.]

Baxter: For the last time, I am not apart of your little choirboy brigade.

[Chandler smiles and puts the monogrammed WGL shirt above the FCUK title.]

Dalmon: You are now! I understand that this is a really big thing for you being new to the company and all. I also know that this is probably the biggest honor you have received in cWo so far. But we have chose YOU to be our fourth member because you show "potential" and I think you will go far.

[A very menacing looking Baxter snarls at a smiling Dalmon who is none the wiser to the fact that he could very well get his ass kicked. Thaddeus Walker walks into the frame.]

Thaddeus: Let me inform you of this, brethen!

Dalmon: Yes..

Thaddeus: That’s it, honestly.

Dalmon: I think we’ve got him, Hollywoodland, I think we’ve got the new man we’re looking for!

Thaddeus: Not so fast, sport! I ain’t sharin’ the ring with no limey! They can’t be trusted!

Dalmon: But… But…

Thaddeus: Exactly! We saved their butts in the big one, dubya dubya eye! That should be all we give those tea sippin palookas!

Dalmon: Indeed.

Thaddeus: Quite.

[They each run a hand through their facial hair as we cut back to Lance and Robbie.]

Hart: Thaddeus has spoken! Unfortunatly, Jacob Baxter’s dream of joining the WGL isn’t possible.

Wilden: I don’t think he really was too anxious to join, Robbie.

Hart: Who wouldn’t want to join?!

Wilden: Let’s get back to the action. We’ve seen these two newcomers on a collision course for several weeks, and last week the situation escalated. That brings us to right now, as we see Barrett Hawk stand up against Mike Logan!

Hart: Hah! The ladies man vs. the hayseed!


Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall...

[Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Simple Man" hits the P.A. system. Once the song begins to pick up steam Barrett Hawk comes out from the entrance-way, sporting a cowboy hat, while he clutches the top corners of an American Flag to his wrists, keeping his hands to his shoulders, wrapping the flag around him as he walks down the aisle, taking a hand off his shoulder to wave at the fans as he makes it into the ring.

Hart: Now I can't wrap my head around this. This guy has a girlfriend at home, who compared the women Logan hangs out with looks like a real hellbeast-

Wilden: Robbie!

Hart: Let me finish! Now Logan gives him a slice of paradise and he's not interested? What does this woman have that Logan's doesn't? Name one thing!

Wilden: A personality, I'd imagine.

Hart: Logan's friends have bubbly...round, bouncy personalities!

Dixon: First, in the ring right now, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Sulphur, Oklahoma, he is Barreeeeeeeeeett....Hawk!

[Once in the ring he stands on the second rope, and raises both arms in the air, dropping the American flag with both hands showing a gesture of love.]

Wilden: I think what Hawk's special lady does for him goes beyond physical attraction.

Hart: So you admit she's a horse?

Wilden: You know what, let's not talk about this, let's talk about the fact that Barrett Hawk has proven himself to be a heck of a card in the ring, albeit a bit inexperienced, he held up a surprising fight in the ring against Chazz Mendel last week.

[The lights dim and turn a cherry shade of red as "The Stroke" by Billy Squire begins to play over the P.A. system as we see "The Canadian Gigolo" Mike Logan emerge from behind the curtain wearing a long sleeveless black and red rhinestone robe with red and black short wrestling trunks plus sunglasses. He then looks out at the fans with a smirk before gyrating his hips as the fans immediately begin to boo loudly upon his arrival. Mike then smirks at the fans and begins to strut in a very arrogant and cocky manner toward the ring, when two scantily clad women rush up and take his arms as he strolls down.]

Dixon: And his opponent, he weighs two hundred and forty three pounds, from Hamilton, Ontario Canada, he is Miiiiiiiike, Loooooogaaaaaaan!

Hart: Do you think Barrett will be able to concentrate knowing he'll never get a chance with women of that caliber again?

Wilden: I think he's quite content with the decisions he's made so far in this company. Men with dignity and pride in themselves seem hard to come by these days in cWo.

Hart: I don't think there's a lot of people with more pride in themselves than Mike Logan.

[Mike then struts to the middle of the ring and begins to do a pose, flexing his muscles as red pyro shoots out from the turnbuckles. Still smirking at the fans and their disdain, the women remove Mike's robe, as they then wrap each arm of the robe around their shoulders, and walk towards Barrett Hawk, as they look to be sharing a few words with the Simple Man. Barrett holds his hands out and asks them to settle themselves.]

Hart: Looks like Barrett's getting one last shot!

Wilden: This is ridiculous. Logan said that he was gonna stop this!

Hart: Why's it making you so upset? Wishin' it was you getting that kind of attention?

DING DING DING

Hart: See Wilden? Mike Logan's a man of his word, he wasn't offering his women to Barrett this time, he was only distracting him so he could pop him in the mouth!

Wilden: How noble...here's a pin.

ONE

Wilden: Kickout, we've already seen that it's gonna take a whole lot more than that to keep Barrett Hawk down. Logan now with a rear chinlock on Mr. Hawk.

Hart: Barrett looks thrown for a loop after that hard right hand Lance.

Wilden: Yeah, whatever. That's nothing to Logan's credit.

Hart: I don't know how you could misconstrue a man simply trying to help a man into being such a dastardly deed.

Wilden: What about Barrett having a girlfriend don't you understand?

Hart: Well there's always a chance to upgrade!

[Meanwhile Barrett begins mounting a comeback as he makes it to his knees and begins delivering elbows to Logan's gut to the approval of the fans.]

Wilden: Barrett getting back in good standing here, both men on their feet,

[Hawk frees himself from the chinlock, but as Barrett tries to rush away from Logan, Mike grabs a handful of Barrett's hair and slams him headfirst into the turnbuckle.]

Wilden: Logan back in control, as he is now choking his opponent!

Hart: Yeah! That's the way to do it!

Wilden: Stopping at Hector Garcia's four count, now kicking away at the Simple Man.

Hart: Oh yeah, and what an original nickname, I wonder where he got that from.

[Hector Garcia puts himself between Barrett and Logan as he shouts at Logan to get Hawk out of the corner.]

Hart: I got a title for him, how about, Simple To Beat Man? Ha!

Wilden: I'd tell you not to quit your day job Robbie, but I really want you to quit your day job. As Logan is wasting time by not complying with the referees orders here.

Hart: Hector's not even giving him a chance to! He should stop getting in the way of the action!

[Logan's nods his head reluctantly vowing to play by the rules as he slowly approaches Hawk once again. But as he comes near Barrett greets him with a european uppercut.]

Wilden: What a fierce european uppercut from Barrett Hawk!

Hart: And what's a redneck think he is trying to do anything european?

Wilden: Regardless, Barrett's delivering them in bulk right now as he's starting to get his groove back.

[Barrett goes for another uppercut, but Logan spins out of the way, and goes behind Barrett with a backslide pin.]

Wilden: Logan responds with a backslide, here's the pin!

ONE

Wilden: Kickout again at one!

[As both men get up Logan quickly charges Barrett Hawk.]

Wilden: And a running forearm from Logan sends Barrett Hawk over the top rope!

Hart: Barrett's getting dominated tonight!

Wilden: Being outside of the ring won't do any favors for him either, where Barrett lost all momentum in his match last week.

[As Barrett lies on the mat the two women who came in with Logan crouch down and tend to him.]

Wilden: The referee ought to send these women out of the arena here.

Hart: They're just trying to encourage the guy!

[One of the women rubs her hand down Barrett's chest when Barrett quickly pushes his hand against her shoulder, knocking her on her backside, when the other woman quickly tends to the other, now looking outraged by Barrett.]

Hart: He just hit a woman!

[Barrett looks almost guilty after laying a hand on her when before he has too much time to think gets hit by Mike Logan's baseball slide.]

Hart: That'll show him!

Wilden: Get those two out of here!

Hart: No one's forcing Barrett to pay attention to them!

[Logan picks up Barrett and rolls him back into the ring as he quickly pins him.]

ONE

TWO

Wilden: Kickout from Hawk. Those women are giving Logan a mental edge on this one.

Hart: He's just playing the game Lance! He's a pro!

[Mike Logan then drops a leg on Hawk.]

Wilden: And a leg drop from Mike Logan.

Hart: Very nice!

[Mike Logan follows up with another leg drop.]

Hart: Pin him now, Mike!

[Mike gets up, and begins gyrating his hips to the dismay of the fans.]

Wilden: This man is a bit too much in love with himself.

[Mike leaps up for another leg drop.]

Wilden: And in a bit over his head as he missed that third leg drop!

[Mike sorely tries getting to his feet but before he can get up all the way Barrett locks him in a small package.]

Wilden: Small package!

ONE

TWO

[Both men get to their feet, Mike Logan a little before Barrett. Mike Logan charges Barrett, but as Barrett responds, Mike sidesteps and changes his mind.]

Hart: Smart thinkin' by Logan!

Wilden: Hawk may have been going for that flapjack-european uppercut maneuver.

[Logan tries to catch Barrett off guard with a second charge.]

Wilden: Nevermind! Barrett with a high impact belly to belly suplex! Here's the pin!

ONE

TWO

Wilden: Kickout! But look at Barrett! Barrett acting fast, he's trying to lock in his Texas Cloverleaf! He's going for it! Can he...can he.....

[Suddenly a surprise appearance is made by Thaddeus Walker, and Chandler Dalmon take out Barrett from behind with a rush of boots.]

Wilden: Come on! That could have been it for Mike Logan!

Hart: Not anymore! He lives to fight another day!

Wilden: What does the WGL want with Barrett Hawk, this was none of their business!

DING DING DING

Hart: Everyone's business is WGL's business.

Wilden: This is senseless!

Hart: When Thaddeus introduced the concept of groups of two to three people working together in this business I learned to expect the unexpected, Lance!

[WGL relents a little on their assault as Thaddeus Walker is heard telling Chandler “do that move I taught ya.”]

Hart: What're we gonna see here?

[Chandler Dalmon puts Barrett's head between his legs, and hoists him up in the air, slamming him down with a powerbomb.]

Hart: What in god's name?

Wilden: You're starting to see how terrible this is?

Hart: I've just been awestruck by that move? So powerful! Barrett came bombing down!

Wilden: You mean, like a powerbomb?

Hart: Powerbomb! Yes! That's perfect! This is like wrestling's alley-oop!

Wilden: I can't believe you're so amused by this.

Hart: This is extreme, don't you see?

[Suddenly we see Devon Dice coming down with a smile on his face and a bucket of paint with him.]

Wilden: Not the paint.

Hart: Yes! The paint! The WGL battlecry!

Wilden: Someone's gotta stop this.

[Hector Garcia bickers with the WGL ordering them to stop, but Chandler puts him in position for a powerbomb.]

Wilden: Oh come on!

Hart: Power....bomb! He just got bombed!

Wilden: That's enough Robbie!

[The fans boo as Dice opens the can of paint.]

Hart: Tell the world who you are guys!

[With brush in hand, Dice paints the WGL logo on Barrett Hawk's back, as the WGL appreciate their own work, Logan gets up from his feet, slapping the chests of the WGL and celebrating with them.]

Hart: Is Logan gonna join the WGL?

[An unimpressed Dice hits Logan with a low blow, to a mild pop of the crowd.]

Wilden: What?

Hart: They're so unpredictable!

[Chandler then hits a powerbomb on him as well.]

Hart: They're really making use of that new weapon of theirs!

Wilden: It's not a new weapon!

Hart: I can't believe they did it to Logan! They should be on the same page!

Wilden: I don't think the WGL can be considered even in the same universe as anyone else on this planet.

Hart: Dice is painting on his back as well! What a statement! This is total chaos!

Wilden: The more enemies they make you gotta imagine the more this is gonna bite them in the ass in the end.

Hart: Who's gonna even have the balls to stand up to the WGL?

Wilden: Does Raymond Jacobson ring a bell?

Hart: Pff, and the goon squad?

[Thaddeus Walker holds up his talking stick as Barret and Logan are sprawled outside the ring after their brutal attack. Thaddeus quickly hands Dice the microphone.]

Dice: HI THERE!

[He then hands the stick back to Thaddeus who looks on with a huge smile on his face.]

Walker: Pardon me kind sirs, but we have gentlemen business to take care of. And of course, this does not include either one of you. We would never do business with a prospector and a dirty drugstore cowboy. No, these men aren't gentlemen at all; they don't hit the sixes. That is why we are out here: to correct that devious mistake. As a matter of fact, ever since we have formed, we haven't come across any other man who matched gentlemen standards. That is why we have searched every nook and cranny of this world, looking for a nifty fella to join our ranks, someone who we can be proud to call an official member of the WGL. And finally, we have found that darb!

Hart: Did you hear that? A new member of the WGL unveiled tonight!

Wilden: I can't say I am very excited about this.

Walker: The only thing we had to do was make a promise to him and he would agree to be the newest stud in our stable. We had to take the WGL oath not to mention his old lady what crashed her fliver! I bring to you the fourth fellow who get a wiggle on with the WGL! Please welcome Johnny Lugs, but you can just refer to him as "Xyce Pac!"

Wilden: What the heck is an Xyce Pac! I'm not sure if he is exactly pronouncing that right.

Hart: Don't correct "Hollywoodland!"

[Chandler grabs the talking stick real quickly to explain a few things.]

Dalmon: My friend here, means the word "Ice!" You see what he did was replace the "I" with a "Y" and added an "X" to the beginning!

[He hands the stick back to Thaddeus!]

Walker: Thank you scholar. Folks please welcome: Johnny Lugs.

[The lights go down as a deep voice speaks over the P.A.]

Narrator: THE ICEMAN COMETH!

[The rampway is engulfed with blue light. But there seems to be something blocking the entrance curtain.]

Hart: What is that Lance?

Wilden: It looks like a gigantic block of ice! But what would a block of...

[Suddenly, the block of ice bursts open as the man formerly known as John Lugo walks out dressed in a blue and silver costume as it sounds of a monstorous pop, a deafening crowd reaction are heard. But when the camera focuses on the audience they are not doing anything. They just look more or less confused.]

Hart: He is back, John Lugo is back! He is back! He is back as Johnny Lugs! Listen to the ovation!

Wilden: Robbie... it sounds like this reaction is piped in!

Hart: How can that be? He just busted through a block of ice! That was amazing!

Wilden: Yeah, just like his amazing feud with Johnny Serious a little over a year ago.

[Johnny Lugs slowly walks into the ring as the mist from the rampway dies down. He shakes hands with "That Devious Fellow" first, then "Big Smarty," and finally "Hollywoodland." Thaddeus hands him the microphone as the piped in reaction ends and the real one begins with a chorus of boos. Lugs looks around!]

Xyce Pac- EVERYBODY CHILL!

[The crowd continues to give him a negative reaction, but he calmly waits for this responcse to die down. Once it is a little silent, he begins to speak.]

Xyce Pac: My name is Lugo; learn it well, for it's the chilling sound of your doom!

Wilden: Well, you can say he has a flare for the dramatics at least. But let's hope that is all he has to say!

Hart: Nope, not on your life, he is making his grand return, he needs to get more in. He needs to express himself!

Xyce Pac: Can you feel it coming? The icy cold of space. At 30,000 feet your heartwill freeze and beat no more!

Wilden: What is he talking about?

Hart: He is talking about what he is going to do to the the cWo!

[The crowd continues to boo as Xyce Pac smiles!]

Xyce Pac: Your emotions make you weak. That is why this day is mine. Stay cool!

Hart: Truer words were never spoken!

Wilden: This is insane! He is thirty one, he is too old to be making a comeback!

[Johnny Lugs hands the microphone back to Thaddeus.]

Walker: See, this gent is hard boiled. There is no mistake that he is the ideal...

[Suddenly, something above catches Thaddeus's eyes.]

Walker: Wait, what is that in the rafters!

[The camera tries to focus on something up above but cannot get a clear shot!]

Walker: Someone shine a candle up there!

Wilden: What is he going on about? What can possibly be up in the rafters?

Hart: The Kaiser? ... Again?

[The light shines up to reveal a figure in the rafters.]

Walker: By god, I can't believe it!

[The figure in the rafters is wearing a "WGL" shirt and is wearing "black face!"]

Hart: Is that who I think it is?

Wilden: Who would that be, it is just a guy in...

Walker: It's my old arch rival, Sean Pason! Even my old arch rival knows where to put his allegiance now! Although being a lesser man of color, he knows the side that is the cats pajamas. Make his appearance being a warning for all. When you are a member of the World Gentlemen League, you are a remainder for the rest of your years like Xyce Pac and apparently Sean Pason!

Wilden: That isn't Sean Pason. That’s just CB Fowler in blackface!

Hart: Oh be quiet! That is Sean Pason and you know it!

[Dalmon takes the microphone as Thaddeus, Dice and Johnny Lugs huddle in next to him for a pose!]

Dalmon: And you don't agree with the above statement, I have seven words for you: Stephen King shouldn't count as American Literature.

[Maple Leaf Rag plays as the four members of the WGL leave the ring together. Thaddeus leads the way as he is followed directly by Dice, then Lugs and finally Chandler Dalmon!]

Hart: Well folks, it is obvious that tonight is the greatest night in wrestling history! The return of Johnny Lugs and Sean Pason claiming his allegiances to the WGL. This will go down as a classic.

Wilden: It just might but not for the WGL's little skit. That man In the rafters doesn't even look like Pason he is just wearing...

Hart: A WGL shirt because he is their newest member! Pretty spiffy if you ask me!

Wilden: This won't last forever. None of Thaddeus' plans ever do.

Hart: Sure they do!

Wilden: Name one!

Hart: Um…

Wilden: We’ve got a mess to clean up in the ring, folks, so we’re going to take a quick commercial break. When we come back, it’s one of our featured bouts!




[Backstage we see Jason Duran looking to the camera standing next to an upset looking Barrett Hawk who looks like he's fresh out of the shower, as he has a towel resting on his shoulders, shirtless, while wearing blue jeans.]

Duran: I'm backstage in the locker room of the Jefferson Convention Complex where I gotta say Barrett, you really got your ass kicked!

Barrett: Yeah, you can say that again. I'm man enough to admit when I get my ass kicked, it happened last week and it happened again this week. But the difference bein' I don't have it in me to stomache it this week. Beat me in the confines of a wrestling match, that's all well and good, I'll own up. Beat me up in a match you have no place bein' in, well Mr. Duran that's a different story all together. Y'know my Momma always told me that a good quality in a man is to be humble, and that's a rule I've abided by my whole entire life, but lately it's been real hard to be humble in a place where the ones I love are disrespected, and I find myself trying to wash paint off my back at the end of my matches. WGL. Mike Logan. I'm trying real hard to do good on what Momma taught me, but so far it's trying more on my patience than the road which brought me here. This was s'posed to be a place where people let wrestlin' determine the better man, I came here to make a name for myself doing what the middle initial in cWo implies we all should be doin', but I ain't seen a lot of it so far. So WGL, I'm gonna put Mike Logan on the back burner, and I'm gonna put my attention to you. I'm not like you, I'm not gonna jump you in a match when you ain't lookin', no, I'm gonna do it the way we s'posed to be doin' it. I want one of you, any of you, in the ring next week, one on one, no run ins, no strings attached, man to man, wrestling. If any of you got any guts I expect to see my name on the marquee next to any one of yours.

[Barrett walks away from the camera as Duran takes center view.]

Duran: There you have it folks, the challenge has been laid out. Personally I think Barrett's getting in way over his head, messing with the WGL?

[Cameras switch over to the fans in the arena.]

Wilden: I respect Barrett Hawk for dealing with his issues in the cWo through wrestling, but he might be a little naive to expect to fight just one member of the WGL.

Hart: Naive isn't the word for it. Dumb. Dumb's the word for it.

Wilden: Well if there's one thing Barrett and I have in common, it's hope, I hope that WGL have the balls to take Barrett on his challenge and do it clean. But I'm skeptical.

Hart: Of course they do, they’re GENTLEMEN

Wilden: Folks, coming up next is a tag match that will see the teaming of two teams that have never been teamed together. The fastest rising star Raymond Jacobson is teaming with the fan favorite Josh Cantrell to take on their enemies, the annoyingly intellegent Chandler Edsel Dalmon and the man who currently holds what we call the U.S title in his posession, Jacob "The Bastard" Baxter. This should be explosive to say the least.

Hart: Explosive, more like a slaughter. You have the sheer intellect of "Big Smarty" and the power of the "The Bastard," there is no way that boring Raymond Jacobson and overrated Josh Cantrell can beat them.


[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 await the introduction.]

Donna Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Pitsburgh, P.A, weighing in at 231 pounds, he is "Your New Drug of Choice" RAYMOND JACOBSON!

Wilden: And listen to the fans clamoring for this young man! He has gained a strong fan base in a very short amount of time. And clearly looks to be moving up by making friends with people like Josh Cantrell!

Hart: But unfortunately, he has been getting beat on for the past few weeks by The World Gentlemen League! Plus, all of this fan fare was created by his mentor: Chandler Edsel Dalmon!

Wilden: Whatever you say!

[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. Once he gets in the ring he slaps hands with Jacobson and they both wait for their opponents to enter the ring!]

Donna Dixon: And his partner, hailing from Ripley, Ohio, , weighing in at 248 pounds: "The Product of Hate" Josh Cantrell"

Wilden: Quite the reaction that Cantrell is gettting from the crowd here. It also looks like him and Jacobson will be on the same page tonight.

Hart: Still, they are no match for Baxter and Dalmon. They are the Dream Team!

[The lights dim and the rampway lights with flashing pink and blue colors. The stage looks incredibly retro as "Welcome to the Jungle" by Richard Cheese begins to play across the arena. Once the song picks up, Chandler Dalmon appears on the rampway wearing a courdaroy jacket and a fadora! The minute he steps onto the rampway, fireworks shoot off from the ceiling to both sides of the ramp. As the fireworks blaze from one side of the ramp to the other on each side, Chandler rolls his and chuckles. Then fireworks come blasting from the cWo tron as a banner that says "Chandler Dalmon is here" unfolds to each side. And finally doves fly from the top of the cWo-tron as Chandler looks up cracking up! He looks at the fans and goes "Did you see that? That was so elaborate! That's hilarious!" Chandler continues to strut down the walkway. The minute he slides into the ring, fireworks shoot from all the ring posts and then a barrage of fireworks erupt from the scaffolding above him!]

Dixon: And their opponents, hailing from New York, but not claiming residence because it is cliche, so from... uh Delaware, weighing in at 240 pounds: Chandler Edsel Dalmon!

Hart: I cannot get enough of that HUGE entrance! It is so ...

Wilden: Costly?

Hart: No, I was going to say

Wilden: Overated?

Hart: No... I mean I forgot... but it is cool. It is well deserving a man of his calibre. He has highest honors, a victory over Jacobson...

Wilden:... No, he doesn't.

Hart: and he is a member of the WGL! He is on top of the world!

[The lights in the arena dim. White lights begin to flash in throughout the arena as the intro to Oasis' "F***in' in the Bushes" plays. As the song kicks in Jacob Baxter emerges from behind the curtain carrying his FCUK belt. He walks down the entrance way exchanging disgusted glances with both sides of the crowd, stopping at the end of entrance way to glance at the ring. He walks up to the apron and reaches for the top rope to hoist himself up. Baxter climbs into the ring and walks around exchanging looks with the audience and his lukewarm welcome.]

Dixon: And his partner, from Sydenham, London, England, weighing in at 16.5 stone, he is the FCUK Champion, Jacob "The Bastard" Baxter!

Wilden: Well, this man certainly has a beef with Cantrell, but can he also take on Jacobson as well. Another good question is can he tolerate Chandler longer than a minute so they can win the match.

Hart: What do you mean tolerate? Chandler is a Sociology Major, he knows how to keep friends.

Wilden: Well Robbie all four men are in the ring and it looks like The Product of Hate will start things off for his team and he’s point to “The Bastard” Jacob Baxter! Cantrell wants to start this huge tag team match off right by getting a piece of the US Champion.

Hart: That’s FCUK, how many times do we have to tell you.

Wilden: I refuse to acknowledge the defacing of a historic championship. Baxter gets in the ring and Dalmon steps out onto the apron. The Bastard walks towards Cantrell who’s foaming at the mouth for the bell to ring.

DING DING DING

Wilden: There we go and Cantrell charges forward to initiate a tie up, Baxter sidesteps and kicks Cantrell in the back of the knee taking him off his feet and Baxter tags out to Chandler Dalmon!

Hart: Ha! Baxter out smarted Cantrell and here comes Big Smarty to make things worse for the mental midget.

Wilden: Cantrell is back up just in time to see Baxter get out of the ring and Dalmon step in. Baxter points to his temple indicating to Cantrell that he’d just been outsmarted and Cantrell takes his frustration out on Dalmon by turning him inside out with a huge clothesline. The Product of Hate yanks the WGL member back to his feet and applies a Full Nelson then plants Chandler across his knee with a Backbreaker.

Hart: You should just make a recording of the word “Backbreaker” and constantly hit play during Cantrell’s matches because that’s all he does.

Wilden: It’s not all he does but he certainly does favor weakening the back of his opponents. I believe that’s what he plans on continuing to do here as well because he;s applying a Single Leg Crab to Dalmon and places his knee in the lower back. Dalmon reaches out for Baxter but Cantrell pulls him close enough to his corner to reach out and tag Raymond Jacobson with the Crab still locked in. Jacobson bounces off the ropes and hits a rolling leg drop to the back of the head of Chandler Dalmon while he remains locked in Cantrell’s Single Leg Crab. Cantrell releases the hold and Referee Hector Garcia is forcing Cantrell out of the ring after the nice display of team work.

Hart: The supposed good guys are cheating! You haven’t seen Jacob Baxter and Chandler Dalmon in the ring at the same time have you?

Wilden: Not yet, and the way things are looking if Chandler Dalmon doesn’t get the tag soon we may not even see anything more than the farce that started this one off out of Jacob Baxter. Jacobson yanks Dalmon to his feet and pushes him into the corner. Raymond climbs up and begins laying punches into the forehead of the former BRAT.

Hart: Shhhh! Big Smarty doesn’t want to dwell on the past.

[Wilden and the crowd counts along with each punch Jacobson throws.]

Wilden: One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…TEN!!! Dalmon staggers out of the corner and flops face first to the mat. The crowd is solidly behind Jacobson! And he lets them know it as he hops up on the second turnbuckle to soak in the cheers. Jacob Baxter tries to get into the ring but Garcia stops him. Jacobson hops down off the turnbuckle and Dalmon us up on one knee. OUCH! Thumb to the eye of Raymond Jacobson. The referee was distracted with Jacob Baxter and Chandler Dalmon capitalized. Jacobson holds his eye and Dalmon gets to his feet. He hooks the head of a blinded Raymond Jacobson and snaps him over with a beautiful vertical suplex. Dalmon tags out to the Baxter.

Hart: Here we go, now the tide is turning.

Wilden: Baxter is behind Jacobson and waits for him to stand. HOOLIGAN KICK!!! Baxter almost took Jacobson’s head off with that! Jacobson gets yanked to his feet and tossed to the neutral corner and Baxter opens up with vicious chops to the exposed chest then follows that up with forearm strikes, then more chops, he’s beating the hell out of this kid.

Hart: It’s a Violence Party Lance!

Wilden: Baxter takes a step back and allows Jacobson to wobble out of the corner… right into and Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. MY GOD!!! Baxter just tossed Jacobson from one corner and he landed upside down in the opposite corner. That was incredible, they’ll be showing highlights of that for years to come. Raymond falls forward and lands on his stomach. Baxter really feeling it now as he grabs Jacobson by the throat and pulls him back to his feet. The Bastard pulls Jacobson eye to eye with him and just smiles then bounces the back of his head off the mat with an STO.

Hart: The FCUK is killing Raymond Jacobson, so much for his rising star The Beast is making sure his star burns out.

Wilden: Chandler Dalmon now calling for the tag.

[Baxter looks over at Dalmon and smiles.]

Jacob Baxter: I’m not done yet mate, you’ll get your turn.

Wilden: Doesn’t look like Baxter wants out of the ring as quickly as he did when Cantrell was in there. Baxter stomps away at Jacobson and Jacobson shows he has a little fight left and up kicks at the Champion. Baxter kicks his leg away then stomps him right in the gut. Baxter rolls Jacobson over and places him into a sitting position then applies a Half Nelson. He pulls Raymond to his feet with the Half Nelson. He could be going for the Bastardizer here… no Half Nelson Suplex. Baxter finally tags out to Chandler Dalmon.

Hart: Finally, some class is about to enter this match!

Wilden: If that is what you want to call it. Chandler entering in with a sly smile on his face. Chandler with a leg drop, he calls it, to the chest of Raymond Jacobson! He continues by picking Raymond and hitting a scoop slam, he calls that one too, on his former partner.

Hart: I'm glad Chandler provides his fans the courtesy of calling out what moves he is performing!

Wilden: Chandler making a pin! Here's hoping he'd finally have a pinfall victory over Jacobson!

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Wilden: Broken up by Cantrell! Garcia arguing with Cantrell then Chandler in explaining the consequences of cheating to Cantrell! Chandler turns around and picks up Jacobson and irish whips him into the turnbuckle in his corner. He makes the tag to the FCUK champion! It looks like "The Bastard" and "Big Smarty" are starting to work together on the same page. Both men grab each side of Jacobson and hits a side russian leg sweep as Chandler calls it out! Chandler now back in his corner as Baxter grabs Jacobson and nails him with an over the head belly to belly!

Hart: I don't think this one is going to last much longer if Jacobson doesn't get to the tag and even then, the team of "Bastard Brains" look too strong.

Wilden: Is that what you are calling them?

Hart: They are my favorite tag team.

Wilden: I seriously doubt we'll be seeing these men tag together in the near future. Jacobson lifted up again.... BUT OUT OF NOWHERE A REVERSE DDT FROM JACOBSON! It even looks like it knocked the wind out of Baxter. Both men hit the mat hard Chandler has his arm out ready for the tag as does Cantrell. Both men are crawling to their corners very slowly!

Hart: Come on Bastard get the tag to "Big Smarty!"

Wilden: Jacobsen makes the tag... as does Jacob. And once again, Chandler is facing an enraged Cantrell. I think he wanted "The Bastard" instead. And a spinning back fist to Chandler as the arena is going crazy! This is followed by a spine buster to Dalmon by Cantrell! Cantrell picks Dalmon back up, but look at this, Dalmon is fighting back with lefts and rights. Cantrell with an irish whip to Dalmon. Dalmon off the ropes and dodges a flying knee attack. Chandler with a neck breaker to Cantrell. And Chandler now applauds himself in the middle of the ring. Chandler then clinches in sharp shooter as he winks at Jacobson!

Hart: Well, you do know that Chandler is a strong style machine!

Wilden: Chandler trying to make Cantrell submit, but Cantrell isn't letting go! But Chandler just applies the pressure... and now what is he doing?

Hart: It sounds like... he is ... explaining the song Mrs. American Pie while he has the submission hold in!

Dalmon: So, it's about the 60's but more importantly the down that Buddy Holly and Big Boppers Plane went down and then goes onto all the big events in that ...

Wilden: AND DALMON IS INTERUPTED BY CANTRELL GRABBING THE ROPES!

Hart: But you gotta admit that was an interesting analyzation.

Wilden: Yeah, he'd be great if he were in the classroom, but he is in an actual wrestling match and it looks like Baxter is scolding him for that. And a distracted Chandler notices too late as Cantrell makes the tag to Jacobson. "Your New Drug of Choice" is out of the gate and nails Chandler with a tornado DDT right as he turns around! Jacobson follows up with a Guillotine backbreaker!

Hart: That isn't fair, Chandler didn't see him coming!

Wilden: Jacobson now with a flapjack to Chandler! Man, these two are on fire now! Can we call them "Drug of Hate?"

Hart: No, that is just stupid!

Wilden: Jacobson grabs Chandler and hits a VIOLENT STREAM! That could possibly be the beginning of the end for Chandler if he can't get to Baxter on time Jacobson with a tag to Cantrell. And Cantrell stalking Chandler while looking at Baxter!

Hart: Cantrell better not be thinking of cheating here!

Wilden: Cantrell with a chickenwing backbreaker to Dalmon! He picks up the WGL member again and it looks like he is going for the 5150... this one is almost over if this is hit!

Hart: That would be terrible!

Wilden: NO! Baxter in and breaks the finisher with another hooligan kick! He isn't even the legal man! Before Garcia can stop him, Jacobson is out of his corner, but Baxter intercepts him with a leg lariat!

Hart: HA! Genius on Baxter's part!

Wilden: Chandler up and notices a dazed Cantrell and picks him up and delivers a bridging cradle suplex to Cantrell after screaming it to the fans! NO! Dalmon makes the cover!

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Ding Ding Ding

Wilden: Cantrell once again on the losing end thanks to Jacob the Baxter!

Hart: Hey! Dalmon was pretty impressive there too!

Wilden: I agree, they worked well together, but they worked well by bending the rules!

Hart: Why would a man of high honors cheat?

[Chandler and Baxter are quickly out of the ring as an enraged Jacobson and Cantrell look on enraged.]

Donna Dixon: Here are your winners: The team of Chandler Edsel Dalmon and Jacob "The Bastard" Baxter!

[Chandler grabs the FCUK from the announce desk and holds it over his head in victory. Jacob quickly snatches it back from him. Chandler argues a little that he earned his part of the title. Jacob just walks off as Chandler follows from behind.]

Hart: I'm not sure who that title looks better on: Chandler or Jacob Baxter.

Wilden: I think that title would look better in the trash! Either way, it looks like the issues between these four men are far from over!

[Jacobson and Cantrell look on from the ring as Jacob and Chandler look back at their angered opponents!]

Wilden: Folks, we’re gonna take another quick commercial break! When we come back, it’s our MAIN EVENT!

Hart: Someone’s going over the cuckoo’s nest!



Wilden: We’re back! Our last night of the evening is a huge one! Since Glory, Chazz Mendel and Heretic have seemingly been gunning for cWo’s world champion, Andrew Phillips. Chazz Mendel believes he should get a rematch, and Heretic.. well, Heretic just seems to want to create chaos in the life of Andrew Mendel.

Hart: Chaos? He just was babysitting Andrew’s kids, and the guy freaked out! He was teaching him a lesson in parenting!

Wilden: Nonetheless, the two will be competing here for the shot at Andrew Phillips at Slam in the Sand. But as an added incentive, the loser of this match will be committed!

Hart: I can’t believe they’d agree to that!

Wilden: Both of these men haven’t seen action since Glory, so you’d have to wonder if there’ll be any ring rust.

Hart: Ring rust? These guys are professionals!

Wilden: Enough speculation! Let’s see what happens! Take it, Donna Dixon!


Donna Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada! CHAAAAAAZZ MENDEL!!!

[The crowd lets out a mix of cheers and boos as "Tiger the Lion" by The Tragically Hip hits the PA system. Gord Downie's voice croons over the music.]

"This is Tiger The Lion..."
"Give me the knuckles of Frisco..."
"If there's danger in the language, Gentlemen..."
"I suggest no further use of the two way radio..."

[The song kicks in and Chazz Mendel walks out onto the stage. Chazz walks out, as though on a mission. Chazz walks down the aisle and slides into the ring under the bottom rope.]

Wilden: Alright, Chazz Mendel is in the ring now for this one on one contest we're told is going to be called an "Asylum" match! I'm not quite sure on the logistics of it, Robbie, but one can just imagine what we're about to witness in our main event tonight.

Hart: Too true! But we know what's on the line! The winner gets to go on to Slam in the Sand to face the World Champion, Andrew Phillips, while the loser gets hauled off to the Asylum! It's figurative, Lance! That's what I figure. I'm not even sure! These guys are both certifiable, especially Heretic!

Wilden: Indeed he is!

Donna Dixon: ...And his opponent! From New York, New York, HERRRRRRRETIC!!!

[“Living In The Sunlight, Loving in the Moonlight" begins to play and the crowd boos loudly as Heretic steps out from behind the entrance curtain. With a scowl on his face, he makes his way to the ring.]

Wilden: Heretic's on his way to the ring, and I think it's safe to say that by the look on Heretic's face, we're in for one hell of a fight between these two!

Hart: No, duh! And besides, I've only seen Heretic smile two times! One time when he splattered Muru's face all over Philadelphia at Glory, and the second was when he accepted this match with Chazz Mendel!

Wilden: I've seen him smile plenty of times.

Hart: Yeah, sadistically! And I think those weren't smiles so much as odd twitches, anyway.

Wilden: Well, no matter what they are, the man responsible for them is in the ring now, and he and Chazz Mendel are staring each other down as Senior Referee Johnny Williams calls for the opening bell!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Wilden: Here we go folks! Looks like we've got ourselves an old fashioned Texas staredown going on between these two! They're circling the ring, getting closer and closer! They're nose to nose now, neither man blinking! Heretic pushes Chazz! Chazz reels back, Heretic with a clothesline that's ducked by The Villain Of The Year! Chazz Mendel is off the ropes, Heretic hits the mat, with Chazz running over him. Chazz springboards off the ropes with a back elbow, taking Heretic off his feet! Both men are up quickly though, but it's Chazz staying on the offensive with a kick to the stomach, and a spinning neckbreaker! Textbook neckbreaker by Mendel! Chazz quickly follows it up with an elbow, but he misses! Heretic dodged, and now tries for an elbow of his own, and that elbow misses! Neither man wants to stay down, they don't want the other to gain any sort of advantage, and you can't blame them!

Hart: Sure can't, Lance!

Wilden: They're both back to a vertical base, and a collar and elbow tie up! They're jockying for position, and it's Heretic that comes away with the advantage after a knee to the stomach. Irish whip by Heretic, Chazz rebounds off the ropes, Heretic with a back body drop attempt that's leapfrogged by Mendel! Great athleticism! He rebounds, running at Heretic and taking him off his feet with a spinning wheel kick! Chazz Mendel is hitting high gear here as he lands a quick legdrop! And the first pinfall of the match!

One!

Kickout! Heretic kicks out after just one! A good effort, but you know that's not going to be enough! Chazz has Heretic now, and he picks him up and Irish whips him into the corner! Chazz follows in closely but he pays for it! Heretic nailed him with a boot right to the kisser! Chazz stumbling back, and is taken off his feet by a fierce clotheline by Heretic! Heretic now grinding his forearm into Chazz's face, trying to inflict as much damage as possible! Now he's dropping hammer blows! Johnny Williams is trying to get Heretic off of Chazz just as much as Chazz is! Williams starts the manditory Five count!

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And Heretic stops! He was a moment away from being disqualified by Senior Referee Johnny Williams!

Hart: I don't get that! He counted to five, Heretic should be disqualified! It's like a manditory six second count to disqualification! Stupid! Just stupid!

Wilden: Maybe you're right! But Johnny Williams is letting this match continue, and much to the chagrin of a lot of people, Chazz Mendel included, the decision is his to make! Chazz is holding his face, he's got to be in some pain after being pummled by Heretic!

Hart: Some pain? Yeesh! He's gotta be in tons of it! Those weren't love taps!

Wilden: Indeed they weren't! Heretic's getting a stern warning from Johnny Williams about those hammerblows, but Heretic isn't listening! He's heading right for Chazz, who's using the ropes to get back to his feet! Heretic punches at Chazz's head, Chazz is reeling! And Heretic with an uppercut that sends Chazz through the ropes to the outside! Again Johnny Williams with a warning for Heretic! That's two in as many moments! Chazz is starting to get to his feet on the outside, he's favoring his jaw, trying to work out the pain. Heretic shoves Johnny Williams out of his way and he takes off to the ropes! Heretic comes running and Suicide Dive! Heretic sends Chazz Mendel crashing back first into the security barrier with that suicide dive! Heretic just threw caution to the wind and took to the air! Chazz is down, and Heretic is on his knees, and he's smiling and laughing at Chazz Mendel right now!

Hart: Well, that makes three times!

Wilden: Thanks for keeping score, Robbie! Heretic picks Chazz up by the hair and puts him up on the security barrier and lays in a stiff chop to the chest! And another! And another! Chazz Mendel's chest turning a bright shade of red with each brutal chop! And Mendel with a forearm shot! Chop by Heretic! Forearm by Mendel! And a second! Now Chazz throws Heretic up on the security barrier and puts everything he has into a chop! And the crowd cheers Mendel on as that one really hurt Heretic!

Hart: Wait, did they just?

Wilden: I can't believe my ears either, Robbie! The fans are starting to get behind Chazz Mendel in this one as he grabs Heretic and throws him into the ringpost! Johnny Williams is hanging out of the ring trying to get the two combatants back inside! They're not interested in what he has to say, so Johnny Williams finally starts to count them out!

ONE

Wilden: Mendel walks Heretic over to the steel ring steps. [Two!] What's he going to do now? Chazz looks at some fans near the steps and he points at the steps. [Three!] The fans cheer and beg Chazz to smash Heretic's head into them! Chazz grabs Heretic by the hair and slams his head into, NO! Heretic put his hands up and blocked it! [Four!] Elbow to the stomach by Heretic! And it's Heretic slamming Chazz's head off the steel steps! [Five!] Chazz is on dream street as he stumbles around the steps and falls to the floor! [Six!] Heretic picks Chazz up and he rolls The Villain Of The Year into the ring, breaking the count!

Hart: See, that's what you get when you listen to the fans! You get your head smacked against some metal steps!

Wilden: Heretic with a lateral press on Mendel! Johnny Williams counts!

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THR..KICKOUT! Chazz Mendel kicks out! He's not giving up so easily! Both men are letting it all hang out, they're beating each other to a pulp! They're putting it all on the line!

Hart: They're putting more than everything on the line, Lance! There's a world championship match, and a trip to the nearest mental institution on the line for both of them! My money is still on Chazz, if only because Heretic needs to head to the looney bin more!

Wilden: I can't say that I disagree with you on that one, Robbie. Heretic, over the passed few months, has shown us a mean streak that we didn't think a man could have! And now that man has Chazz Mendel up to his feet with a handful of hair! Heretic with a clothesline! No! It was ducked by Mendel! Mendel tries to run to the ropes, but Heretic yanks on Chazz's hair, taking him down to the mat! Chazz is on his knees, and Heretic kicks The Villain Of The Year in the chest! You could hear the air just leave Mendel's lungs with that shot! Chazz goes limp, but Heretic still has the hair! He will not relent! Heretic brings Chazz up to his feet again, but this time he plants Mendel with a belly to belly suplex! Heretic covers!

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Kickout! Chazz Mendel kicks out! There's a lot of fight in him, that's for sure. You know The Comeback Kid, and World Champion, Andrew Phillips has to be biting his fingernails in anticipation of the winner of this match!

Hart: Yeah right! I'm just surprised that Heretic didn't rip Chazz's hair right off his head! The nutjob would have probably put it on his face like a beard if he did!

Wilden: I wouldn't put it passed him, Robbie. Heretic has Chazz up by the hair again! I think he's trying to pull it out, honestly! Chazz still doesn't look to have his wits about him when Heretic levels him with a clothesline! Chazz is on the mat, and Heretic still hasn't let go of his hair! What is wrong with this man?! Heretic brings him up again, This time Chazz ducks the clothesline and brings Heretic down with a neckbreaker!!! Desperation counter by The One And Only, Chazz Mendel! Chazz rolls away from Heretic, and finally has gotten himself free from Heretic's vicelike grip on his hair! Chazz is regaining his composure, and he's rubbing the top of his head! Can't say I blame him!

Hart: He needs to stop that rubbing nonsense and capitalize! He's got Heretic down, damnit! Come on, Chazz! Go! Put that lunatic in his place! The crazy house!!

Wilden: Heretic's back on his feet, and he and Chazz meet in the middle of the ring! The two start to engage blows! Lefts from Chazz are met with rights by Heretic! Chazz with the knee to the stomach, doubling Heretic over! Chazz with a kick to the chest! Chazz with a clothesline, NO! Heretic ducks, but Chazz takes off to the ropes! Chazz quickening the pace here, as he ducks a clothesline attempt from Heretic and heads to the other side of the ring. Chazz rebounds off the ropes, and Heretic plants him with a POWERSLAM!! Mendel didn't see it coming! Heretic used Chazz's momentum against him and planted him to the mat! Heretic with another cover!

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TH-Kickout! That was almost three! Heretic is smelling blood here, you can be sure of that!

Hart: What did I tell you! If only Reg were here, he would have told Chazz to finish this! But I suppose this is just some of that tough love Reg loves so much.

Wilden: Chazz knew what he was getting into when he got himself involved with Heretic in the first place! Reg only did what any responsible parent would do, and warn his child of the dangers that were ahead. Chazz didn't listen, and he was just a second away from losing his shot at regaining the world title from Andrew Phillips, and his freedom!

Hart: You can never take a man's freedom! Didn't you see that movie?!?

Wilden: Huh?

Hart: You know! The one with the dude with the sword... Freeedooooooooom! Ring a bell?

Wilden: No! We don't have time for this! We have a match going on! Like I was saying, Heretic, like a great white shark, has to be smelling the blood in the water! He's taken Chazz Mendel almost to the limit here in the main event! But let's not sell Mendel short, he's put up a valiant effort as well! Heretic is in firm control at the moment. He has Mendel backed into the corner, and his laying in a series of stiff looking rights and lefts! He's working the body and the head, going back and forth between the two! Now Heretic Irish whips Chazz across the ring to the adjacent turnbuckle! Chazz slams back first into the turnbuckle! Heretic charges in, BOOT TO THE FACE! Chazz Mendel counters with a boot to the face! Heretic stumbles back, but he charges back in with a spear, and Mendel dives out of the way leaving Heretic nothing but ringpost to slam into!! Mendel is laying on the mat, and Heretic is wrapped around the ringpost! Mendel is slowly getting to his feet! The crowd is behind him for the first time in the history of the world, I think! Heretic is starting to move as well! Both men are on their feet! Both men are trading blows, this time Heretic takes the advantage with a thumb to the eye! Chazz goes to one knee, and Heretic gets a quick warning from referee Johnny Williams about the thumb to the eye! He took the crowd right out of this with that cheap shot! Heretic goes in on Chazz, but Chazz with a small package!

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Kickout! Heretic kicks out! Both men are up to their feet quickly with their second or third respected winds! Heretic with a punch, it's blocked by Chazz! Chazz knocks Heretic off his feet with a fierce European Uppercut! Chazz heads to the top rope! Heretic starts to get to his feet, and Chazz takes Heretic down with a missile dropkick! This capacity crowd is firmly behind Chazz Mendel now! Wow, that is weird to say but golly, they are behind him! Chazz puts a few kicks into Heretic, and positions him near the ropes! He's calling for it! Yes! He's calling for the Fated Circle! Chazz climbs the ropes! He leaps! HERETIC MOVES!! Heretic just gets out of the way as Chazz came flying down from the top rope with his signature Shooting Star Press! Mendel landed chest first on the mat! He's gasping for air, the wind knocked out of him for the second time in this match! He's trying to get to his feet, Heretic is behind him! Chazz turns around, throws a punch, Heretic counters! BABY KILLER! Heretic brings Chazz to the mat and locks in his signature crossface!

Hart: NO! Come on Chazz! You can get out of this! You can do it!!

Wilden: He might be able to, Robbie! They are close to the ropes, but I'm not sure they're close enough for Chazz to catch the bottom rope! And it doesn't help that Heretic is yanking back with all of his might! He's screaming at Chazz now! Chazz is trying to fight, though! Trying to inch his way to the ropes! He reaches out! No! He's still too far away! Heretic still screaming at Chazz, wanting to make him tap out! Chazz yells out in pain now! He tries to reach for the ropes one last time!

Hart: Oh god! I can't watch!!!!!

Wilden: No! He can't reach them! Wait! He's tapping!!! I can't believe this! Chazz Mendel is giving up! He's tapping out!!! Johnny Williams is calling for the bell!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Donna Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, via submission, HERETIC!

[“Living In The Sunlight, Loving in the Moonlight" begins to play and the crowd boos. Aaron Blake raises Heretic's arm in victory, but he quickly breaks the grip Blake has on it. A broad smile crosses Heretic's face as he spots four large men in white coats come walking down to the ring, one of them holding a straight jacket.]

Wilden: Wow! They weren't kidding! Here come the men from the institution!

Hart: This isn't right! Where's Reg!?!? He has to put a stop to this!!

[Heretic starts to chuckle as the four men enter the ring and surround the downed Mendel. They start to put the jacket on, but Chazz starts coming to his senses, trying to fight them off. Watching Chazz try in vain to get free causes Heretic to start laughing maniacally.]

Wilden: This is disgusting! Heretic's just laughing it up like it's some big joke!

Hart: Well it is to him! The man doesn't have a sympathetic bone in his body for anyone but himself, and I bet saying that is a stretch!

[The men get the straight jacket on Chazz finally, though he's still struggling, pleading with the four men. The cameras pick him up, screaming "HE'S THE ONE YOU WANT!! I'M NOT CRAZY!!! I WAS FAKING!! I SWEAR!!!" at the top of his lungs. Heretic holds his stomach, he's laughing so hard as Chazz starts to drag his feet.]

Wilden: I don't even know what to say here, Robbie...

Hart: Me either... This is hard to watch.

[Suddenly, Reg Mendel comes walking out onto the stage just as the four men drag Chazz onto it. He looks down at his son with a concerned look on his face. Chazz starts pleading with his father. The cameras pick up "I'm ok, dad! Seriously! Tell them they got the wrong guy! I'm good! I swear! Please!?" Reg looks at his son and shakes his head no, before stepping out of the way of the four men and his son. Chazz starts yelling unitelligably as he's dragged off. ]

Wliden: It’s been decided! Chazz Mendel won’t get his rematch but instead, we have a very real threat in Heretic.

Hart: Andrew Phillips better be paying attention!

Wilden: I’m sure the World Champ is paying close attention, Robbie.

Hart: He better be!

Wilden: Folks, what a night this has been! We’re out of time! For Robbie Hart, I’m Lance Wilden, and we’ll see you next week for more cWo Driven!

[The cameras go back to the ring, and to Heretic, still laughing, red in the face as the copyright information appears on the screen and the cameras fade to black.]