Duran:  Welcome to cWo’s Driven! I’m Jason Duran, filling in for Lance Wilden, and I’m joined by the one and only Robbie Hart!

Hart: This is weird.

Duran:  We’ll try to make the best of it, Robbie.  Folks, our Canadian tour continues here in Montreal for another great night of cWo action.  After last week, let’s hope that we have a smoother ride.

Hart:  Of course it’ll be smoother, Jason.  Nothing out of the ordinary has ever happened in Montreal. Ever.

Duran: Well, let’s hope that holds true this week.

Hart:  Yeah, I don’t want another commentary partner out here.

“Yeah I get it you’re an outcast…”

[“The Sound of Madness” by Shinedown roars from the PA as the lights dim and red fog fills the entrance way. “The Product of Hate” Josh Cantrell, dressed to compete steps through the fog to an eruption of cheers but a small chorus of boos as well. The house lights slowly raise as a very determined looking Cantrell makes his way to the ring not acknowledging any reaction from the crowd be it positive or negative. He steps through the ropes and takes a microphone from Donna Dixon who then exits the ring.]

Duran: Josh Cantrell who isn’t scheduled to compete tonight but is dressed for competition has decided to grace us with his presence and I’m thrilled.

Hart: I’m not, I’d rather watch slugs mating on the sidewalk.

Duran: I wouldn’t go that far but I was being sarcastic, I’m no fan of “The Product of Hate” either. This is, however, starting Driven off with a bang!!!!

[Although he can’t hear what Duran and Hart are saying Cantrell walks over to the ropes facing the announcers table and stands there with an annoyed look on his face.]

Cantrell: Shut your traps!

[Boos ring out from the crowd but Josh turns around and throws his hands up.]

Cantrell: I was talking to twiddle dee and twiddle dumb over there, not you people! Geez I’m starting to think y’all are just looking for a reason to boo me. I’m not the bad guy here, when I look over there and see Jason Duran sitting where Lance Wilden has every week since I first stepped into a cWo ring it sickens me just like I’m sure it does all of you. What happened in this ring last week was one of the most distasteful things I’ve ever witnessed and the more I think back on it the more I realize I should have let Lance stab the son of bitch with the screwdriver!

[The boos turn to cheers as Cantrell continues.]

Cantrell: Heretic, you’re a piece of work, I’ll give ya that. Something Lance said last week really struck a nerve too. He said that me and Serious don’t need to serve at the whim of a madman. I don’t know about Johnny boy I think he proved what he’s willing or should I say not willing to do to get that strap off you, but if it means being your puppet for a few weeks in order to get my shot and the chance to take that belt off of you, then pull my strings you damn freak! I hope once all this is said and done and I raise the title in the air that people will forgive me for what I’ll have to do to get there. I’ll go through every person on the roster and if I have to hurt’em just a little bit more than I normally would to prove a point to you then I will. So why don’t we get started? There’s gotta be someone in the back with their thumb up their ass watching the show just waiting on a chance to get a lil’ air time, well here’s that chance.

[Cantrell looks down at Donna Dixon.]

Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is set for one fall, introducing first and already in the ring from Ripley, Ohio, he is “The Product of Hate” JOSH CANTRELLLLLLLL!!!

Duran: I believe Cantrell just issued an open challenge, we’re going to have a match right now! Who’s his opponent going to be?

Hart: For his sake he’d better hope it’s not Zidane Starkiller, you know he holds a win over Cantrell.

[The people in the crowd who were not already standing now rise and look towards the curtain as “Raining Blood” by Slayer hits the PA. Brother Shabazz comes bursting from behind them to a nice ovation from the Canadian crowd. Shabazz raises his fist and screams, “Challenge Accepted!” and charges the ring.]

Dixon: Introducing his opponent from New Haven, CT, BROTHER SHABAZZZZ!!!

[Shabazz slides into the ring and stands just a few feet away from Cantrell and the two then nod their heads at each other and bump fists as the bell sounds.]

DING DING DING

Duran: Looks like this unscheduled matchup is underway.

[Cantrell begins to circle for a collar and elbow tie up but Shabazz wants no part of it and begins throwing quick jabs that knocks Cantrell back.]

Duran: Brother Shabazz being more of a brawler has no desire for a lockup. Cantrell ate a couple of quick jabs and now he throws a few of his own and circles Shabazz who throws a leg kick but Cantrell checks it and then gets drilled with a nice uppercut from Shabazz.

Hart: I hope Cantrell understands that’s not Heretic he’s in there with. After what Heretic put Lance through last week I realized he’ll do anything,

[Cantrell smiles at Shabazz after the uppercut. Josh fakes a flying knee and instead rotates around and staggers Shabazz with a spinning back fist.]

Duran: Shabazz looks wobbly after that spinning back fist from Cantrell and Josh applies a Muay Thai Clinch. Left Knee! Right Knee! Jumping Double Knee! And Shabazz slumps back into the corner.

[Cantrell takes a few steps back and then charges forward with a corner elbow smash that almost send Shabazz over the top rope and to the floor.]

Duran: Cantrell is relentless here in the early goings Robbie.

Hart: He’s not proving anything.

[Cantrell goes for a big splash in the corner but Shabazz slides out of the way and Cantrell smacks his face on the top of the ringpost.]

Duran: Did you see the height Cantrell got! Shabazz was thinking one step ahead and Cantrell collided with the ringpost. Quickly Shabazz slides behind Cantrell, School Boy Roll Up!

ONE

Duran: Cantrell kicks out easily, but Shabazz swings his leg over and has Cantrell in mount!

[Shabazz rains down punches on Cantrell but Cantrell defends well. Shabazz has Cantrell’s right arm and begins locking it up.]

Duran: I believe what he’s looking for here is called an Americana, it’s a very basic yet highly affective Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu move. Cantrell could be in serious trouble here!

Hart: Shabazz is from Connecticut not Brazil!

[Shabazz begins to crank back on the arm lock but Cantrell swings his hips around and places a foot on the rope, referee Aaron Blake forces Shabazz to break the hold.]

Duran: Cantrell is lucky he got to the ropes, he may have bit off more than he can chew with Brother Shabazz. Shabazz looks hungry!

Hart: Well he shouldn’t be, I haven’t seen him leave the catering table all day until he decided to answer Cantrell’s challenge.

[Shabazz is back to his feet and Cantrell pulls himself up with the ropes favoring his right elbow. Josh is able to grab the top rope and pull it down in time to send Shabazz who was looking going for a clothesline over the top and crashing to the floor.]

Duran: Shabazz goes sailing to the floor and Cantrell could use this time to compose himself after being very close to tapping out.

Hart: How great would it have been for Cantrell to make this challenge and then get tapped out!

[Shabazz stands up on the outside, but Cantrell hits the far ropes and sends Shabazz into the security wall with a baseball slide. Cantrell pulls Shabazz to his feet and fires in a few stiff forearm shots to the back.]

Duran: Whew! You can hear those forearms, it sounds like someone is slamming a two by four over Brother Shabazz’s back. LOOK OUT!

[Cantrell grabs Shabazz by the waist band of his pants and places a hand on his shoulder and sends him flying into the steel ring steps. Shabazz is busted open on impact.]

Hart: He’s a bloody mess, didn’t we see enough blood at Eye of the Storm?

Duran: I’m not disagreeing but someone who is a known brawler like Shabazz has a build up of scar tissue so they’re easily cut.

Hart: How do you know all this stuff?

Duran: I’m a well educated black man.

Hart: So was Steve Urkel.

[Cantrell pulls an almost limp Brother Shabazz to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Josh follows him in and begins stomping away at him.]

Duran: Cantrell is in complete control here, I wonder if Heretic is watching?

Hart: I’m sure he has a monitor in the Janitors closet.

[Cantrell bends down to pull Shabazz off the mat but once again Shabazz School Boys him. Cantrell kicks out quickly.]

Duran: Quick pin attempt by Brother Shabazz but Aaaron Blake didn’t even get chance to start his count before Josh Cantrell got the shoulder up. Cantrell wasn’t expecting this kind of fight from Shabazz.

[Shabazz gets to his kness and begins punching Cantrell in the midsection. Finally he stands and the crowd cheers his heart as he stands toe to toe with Josh Cantrell and they begin trading punches.]

Hart: My how times change, usually Cantrell is the one being cheered not his opponent.

Duran: Unfortunately they’re still cheering him too, but Brother Shabazz answered his challenge ready to fight and these two are standing and trading strikes this late into the match. Oh No!

[Cantrell kicks Shabazz in the gut and scoops him up on his shoulders.]
Hart: I’ve seen this too many times.

Duran: He’s looking for DRIVEN BY HATE! If he hits this the valiant effort by Brother Shabazz was all in vain.

[Shabazz wiggles free and nails a neck breaker on Cantrell.]

Duran: Yes! Shabazz makes the cover.

ONE

TWO

Duran: Cantrell kicks out! We were on the verge of a huge upset. Both men are back to their feet and Cantrell looks angry.

Hart: He always looks angry, except when he does that goofy grin.

[Shabazz charges forward with a overhead right hand, but Cantrell ducks and applies a Full Nelson.]

Duran: Full Nelson applied by Cantrell and he lifts Brother Shabazz high into the air and drops him across his knee with a Full Nelson Backbreaker. Shabazz is done, but Cantrell’s not going for the pin.

Hart: He just looked towards the back, I think he’s trying to make a statement to Heretic.

[Cantrell pulls Shabazz to his feet and scoops him up again. He swings his legs out over his head and plants him in the mat with a Uranage.]

Duran: DRIVEN BY HATE! This one is over!

ONE

TWO

Duran: OH MY GOD! Brother Shabazz got a foot on the rope! What started off as what everyone thought would be a one sided match has turned into a Pay Per View quality match!

[Suddenly boos erupt from the crowd as Heretic steps out onto the stage with a microphone. He doesn’t speak, he just laughs manically into it.]

Hart: After what he did to my long time partner last week the sight of him makes me sick.

Duran: That laugh is evil sounding.

[Cantrell looks furiously at a laughing Heretic. He begins to stomp away at Shabazz who is almost motionless.]

Duran: Just Heretic being out here has caused Cantrell to put more force into those stomps than he has anything the whole match. He has to be frustrated that Heretic is laughing at the fact he couldn’t put Shabazz away as easy as he expected.

Hart: That might not even be why Heretic is laughing, he’s a little crazy if you haven’t noticed.

[One more vile stomp right to the face of Shabazz and Cantrell reaches under the arms of Shabazz who can barely stand and Cantrell hoists the dead weight up onto his shoulders. He points at Heretic and plants Shabazz into the mat with another DRIVEN BY HATE.]

Duran: That was sickening the way the back of Brother Shabazz’s head bounced off the mat! No way is he kicking out this time.

Hart: Kicking out? The ring just sunk a little Cantrell dropped him so hard.

ONE

TWO

[Heretic screams into the microphone and Cantrell stops before the referee can bring his arm down a third time.]

Heretic: NOT…GOOD…ENOUGH!

Duran: What is he doing?

Hart: The sick bastard is using Cantrell’s desire for a shot at the belt to cause Cantrell to inflict even more punishment on Brother Shabazz! Damn…

Duran: What?

Hart: I sounded like Wilden for a second.

Duran: Yes, yes you did.

[Again Cantrell pulls the completely lifeless Brother Shabazz to his feet, places him up on his shoulders and drops him with DRIVEN BY HATE! A huge chorus of boos ring out from the crowd.]

Duran: That’s three DRIVEN BY HATE’s! Enough already!

Hart: Now you sound like Lance, but this has to stop.

[Cantrell goes for the pin but again Heretic stops him.]

Heretic: NO! One more…

[Cantrell mouths the words “No way” and pins Shabazz.]

ONE

TWO

THREE

[Heretic just shakes his head as if he’s disappointed and walks backstage dragging the World Title by his side.]

Dixon: The winner of the match…”The Product of Hate” JOSH CANTRELLL!

[Cantrell stands up and looks down at a very beaten up Brother Shabazz and kneels down next to him, he whispers something to him.]

Duran: Well this one is finally over, but what was a great match was tainted by our very scary World Champion.

Hart: Lance is right, if he has that much power and can cause one of the most loved members of the cWo roster to do what Josh Cantrell just did, he’s capable of anything.

[“The Product of Hate” drops his head and walks to the back as “The Sound of Madness” plays and the fans boo him.]

Duran:  It doesn’t look like the fans are too happy with this display from Cantrell.

Hart:  He’s showing that he’s Heretic’s puppet, that’s why! He used to at least pretend he had integrity!

Duran: It’s hard to have integrity around someone like Heretic.

Devon Dice walks into the WGL locker room, Thaddeus Walker and CB Fowler are getting ready for his match with Xyce Pac.]

Walker: Mr. Dice! How did you break quarantine… I mean, what’re you doing here!

Dice: Well, as you can see, I'm on the injured list. I got nothing better to do, Tony Awesome won't let me commentate. So, I figure I'd be ringside for your match with that ungentlemanly Johnny Lugs.

Walker: You're going to be out there with me? In your condition?

[CB tries to whisper to him]

CB Fowler: Don’t touch him, TW!

[Thaddeus reaches into a bag and pulls out a piece of cardboard with string attached to the corners. The cardboard reads "Cripple."]

Walker: Quickly, put this around your next lest someone touch you!

Dice: I'm not a crip...

Walker: It’s for your own good!

[Dice reluctantly puts the sign around his neck, then turns and exits the locker room. Fowler whispers to Walker.]

Fowler: It’s the polio for sure.

Walker: May God have mercy on his soul.

Hart:  The Polio! Oh no!

Duran:  The hazards of Mr. Walker’s world never cease to amaze me.  The Kaiser, polio, the great depression..

Hart: It was a simpler time, Jason.

Duran:  Well, we just saw Brother Shabazz put up a valiant effort against Josh Cantrell, and now it’s time to see his Connexion partner, JJ Carter, square off against Christiano Drago!

Hart:  Duel of the convicts!

Dixon: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at One hundred and ninety five pounds and hailing from Bridgeport, Connecticut...

Duran: And he'll need all the real preparation he can get before facing this man, JJ Carter!

Hart: I always wanted to see what happened in Prison Yards, Jason... and now's my chance.

["Grasshopper" by Sander van Doorn plays over the arena, and spotlights go around the crowd before appearing on J.J. Carter, as he walks through the crowd and towards the ring.]

Dixon: JJ Carter!

[Carter slides in under the bottom rope and stares off in to the crowd with a steely determination in his eyes, there is a brief pause as the lights go out for Drago's entrance...]

Duran: Carter pumped and ready to take on Drago here tonight...

Hart: I'll say.

"Live by the laws of the Family..."

Duran: Speak of the devil! Almost on cue!

"...Or die by the hands of the Family."

Dixon: And his opponent... weighing in at one hundred and eighty six pounds, and hailing from Milan, Italy...

[Christiano Drago appears at the top of the entrance ramp, ignoring the crowd reaction as he struts down the ramp towards the ring]

Dixon: Christiano Drago!

Duran:  Earlier tonight, Tiffany Tolberg was able to get a word with Christiano Drago.

[The screen splits to show Drago leaning against his locker.]

Drago: Just a match... Just a win... It was just a win, like any other.

[Christiano Drago stands with his head against his locker in the changing rooms as Tiffany Tolberg approaches him with a microphone.]

Tolberg: Mr. Drago, can we get a quick word?

Drago: How quick, I have a match soon you know?

[Drago smiles and quickly tries to shift back in to the calm, cool exterior he prefers to show the world.]

Tolberg: I'll be fast... Christiano, a fortnight ago we witnessed what appeared to be a chink in your ruthless armor after what some people are calling your first REAL win against Captain Magnificent... what are your feelings on that?

[Drago looks mildly offended by the question.]

Drago: Look, first off, Tiffany... a win is a win. Every opponent I've beaten so far has tapped out, fair and square to the Family Motto in the very middle of that ring. Victories don't come much more real than that, do they?

[Drago winces a little as he speaks the last sentence, almost betraying that he doesn't really believe it himself. Tolberg is about to speak again, and as he opens his mouth, Drago cuts him off in an almost acidic manner.]

Drago: As for my feelings on that victory? It's a win against a 'tard in a costume, Tolberg... will you ask me my feelings if I bust up a kid at a special school's Halloween disco next month?

[Drago smiles condescendingly before waving Tolberg out before he gets a change to ask another question.]

Drago: Get the hell out of my changing room, I have a match to get ready for.

[Tolberg leaves sharply looking bemused and as the camera retreats it remains focused on Drago from afar. As soon as it's out of the door Drago, who has turned back to his locker again starts hammering his head off of the closed door...]

Drago: It was just another win!

[Drago repeats it as he bangs his head again on the locked door.  The split screen closes back to the action.]

Duran: Looks like Drago is having some issues getting over his reaction to winning clean a few weeks ago, Robbie...

Hart: Certainly looks a little off tonight, no man in his proper mind prepares for a match by headbutting a locker...

[Drago slides into the ring and bounces off the ropes a few times, putting his hands in imaginary cuffs and mockingly mouthing the word "solidarity" before pounding his chest with his fist. Blake starts to check both men for weapons before they start.]

Duran: Drago trying to antagonize Carter from the start here...

[JJ Carter and Christiano Drago stood in the middle of the ring exchanging what might have been niceties in some other language as the bell rings out to start the battle. Drago broke his cool exterior first as the two convicts start the affair with an exchange of blows. It plays straight in to Carter's hands though as he pummels the smaller Drago to the ropes before whipping him to the opposing side of the ring and hammering him over on to his back with a flying knee.]

Duran: Bad idea to start toe to toe with this brawler, as Drago has no doubt guessed.

Hart: If Drago tries that this fight could well be a prison brawl.

Duran: Drago smartly adapts though, now back on his feet he's wrenching the arm of Carter. Carter lashes elbows out at his face to break free again before earning a kick to the gut and a speedy snap suplex.

[Drago ducks under the immediate retaliation from from Carter before grabbing his neck for a falling neckbreaker and quickly diving on to his body and applying a makeshift Boston Crab working against the squirming legs of Carter in an effort to get it locked in. When he does eventually step over and haul back on his legs, he only gets the chance to straight the muscles once or twice before Carter is able to break free. Carter picks himself up and turns to face Christiano.]

Duran: Quick change of tactics from the off as Drago notices he wasn't going to get anywhere with brawling.

[Drago looks to lock up with Carter, who looks at him doubtfully before hammering him to the face with a closed right face and drilling him back in to the corner. He whips Drago to the opposing corner, following with a running fore-arm shot and then hitting him with a clothesline to the back of the head as he stumbles out of the corner. Carter falls to the mat and gets the first pin of the match.]

ONE

TWO

[Drago gets an arm up and Carter wastes very little time picking him up for a quick body slam. He bounces off the nearest ropes and delivers a running knee drop to the head of Drago who rolls to the outside clutching his face before looking back in angrily through his cradling fingers at Carter.]

Hart: Yikes, that was ruthless from Carter.

Duran: Straight out of the cells, Carter is looking to put Drago to rest already.

ONE

[Drago leans on the apron as Carter tries to goad him back in to the ring. He takes his right hand away from his face and shouts abuse back at his opponent.]

TWO

[Drago storms around the ring to the other side, pushing Duran off his chair and carrying it to the edge of the ring.]

Duran: This is a bit more blatant than we've seen from Drago in the past...

Hart: Yeah, he's gone from the hammer and chisel of bending the rules to the wrecking ball of cheating if he's planning what he seems to be...

[Drago takes the chair to the side of the ring and shouts in "You wanna start a brawl, I'll brawl with this". Drago throws the chair under the ropes and Aaron Blake grabs it before Drago even slides in after it. He pushes it out to the side of the ring and warns Drago about using it. Drago shakes his head as he gets ticked off and is sent back to Carter. Carter starts the exchange off again with a quick right and another to follow before whipping Drago towards the ropes, it's reversed though and as soon as Carter bounces back Drago drop toe holds him to the mat and gets the standing reverse grapevine on his leg.]

Duran: We've seen this before from Drago, this is him warming up to the Family Motto with this submission hold.

Hart: It's reliable and easy to apply, he's stretching out the knee with it and softening Carter up for the submission victory he's got in the past. Although he's wrenching at that knee pretty intensely...

Duran: Did I just hear a pop or was that my imagination? Blake looking for Drago to break the hold as Carter looks to be in a bit of pain...

[Drago finally breaks that grapevine as Blake hauls him off to check on Carter. Carter gets a little help to his feet from Blake who checks he can stand okay. He limps for a few seconds before waving that he'll be okay to Blake and starts to walk pretty normally again. Drago doesn't let up like he should and dropkicks the knee out from under him, he stands up and looks to lock in the family motto as soon as he can, but Carter kicks out with his other leg and sends Drago stumbling back unsteadily, his elbow cracking in to the skull of Aaron Blake as he falls back.]

Duran: Blake just took a hell of a knock as Drago fell backwards there, Drago's checking on him but he looks hurt...

Hart: Drago can't get him up...

Duran: He's looking at the chair though, Robbie. It was only a matter of time!

[As Carter hauls himself up again on to his aching leg; Drago grabs at the chair and looks starts to stalk him with it like a hunter. Carter uses the top rope to stand up and faces away from the ring as he holds on to it. Drago hauls the chair back... but doesn't bring it crashing down on Carter's head like he planned. Drago's face drops and he drops the chair in the middle of the ring. Drago takes a step towards the vulnerable Carter as he turns to face him, Carter lashes out with his sore leg and kicks Drago in the gut, he hauls him up quickly for a Gutwrench powerbomb on to the idle chair in the middle, Carter rolls away clutching his sore leg as Drago lies still on the mat and Blake starts to stir.]

Duran: Wow... Drago didn't cheat...

Hart: It was like he couldn't, Jason! Maybe he can't cheat outright; he can only bend the rules?

Duran: I think it's a bit more than that, Robbie. We all saw him a fortnight ago celebrating after his first clean win... I think he wants to sin clean again!

[Blake stands uneasily as Drago rolls off of the chair and starts to crawl away from the wreckage of the gutwrench powerbomb. Carter is back on his feet and limping a little more after putting pressure on his knee during the powerbomb...]

Duran: Blake sees the chair, but both men look too beaten to be suspicious!

Hart: How often do you see two completely innocent convicts in this kinda situation, Jason?

[Drago stumbles to his feet using the ropes to help him up and turns to face Carter as he waits for him. Carter hammers him in to the corner to little resistance with alternating lefts and rights. The Brawler rears back and looks to ram a shoulder in to Drago but his head meets with a quick kick! Drago stumbles out and lands a european upper cut and Carter falls back on to the mat not far from the corner. Drago stumbles to the corner and starts to climb the ropes, his back to the ring.]

Duran: This is a side to Drago's arsenal we've not seen yet...

Hart: This new honest streak seems to be bringing out a new side to him, Jason!

[Drago steadies himself and looks back, checking that Carter is still down, as he checks though, Carter is already up and behind him, one quick hammer on his back from a big right hand and Carter is maneuvering himself in to position for the Second Story Drop Powerbomb!]

Duran: Carter could have it wrapped up here!

Hart: He's got him ready and... BAM!

Duran: Second Story Powerbomb from JJ Carter! He makes the cover...

ONE

[The crowd count down with Blake who hammers the mat as Drago lies motionless in the pin.]

TWO

[Carter looks up excitedly as the hand falls for a third time...]

THREE!

Duran: Drago suffers his first defeat to the hands of fellow former convict J.J. Carter!

Hart: The cutting edge was gone from Drago's game today, he wasn't his ruthless self and it cost him badly against someone who just doesn't pass up a chance to win!

Dixon: Your winner, J. J. Caaarterrrrr!

[Blake raises Carter's arm as Drago slinks backstage trying to ignore the sound of "Grasshopper" by Sander Van Doorn. He looks furious with himself as he disappears behind the curtain, stopping only to shoot a cursing glance back at the victor.]

Duran:  It’s time for our first break of the evening.  We’ll be right back!

Duran: Well, it looks as if we’re going to get ready for our next match of the –

[Suddenly, “Push it to the Limit” by Paul Engemann begins to play as the fans respond with a mixed chorus of jeers and cheers]

Duran: Isn’t this your hero, Robbie?

Hart: Somebody has to get the job done, Jason!

Duran: Unfortunately, I’ve never had the pleasure of interviewing this caped crusader –

Hart: And you shouldn’t! You’d be coming too close to knowing the truth about the man behind the mask!

[Red, white and blue pyrotechnics fire off at the top of the ramp as the song kicks into high gear. Spotlights roam the arena, finally coming to rest on the top of the ramp as Captain Magnificent appears, striking a pose in front of the smoke. He quickly makes his way down the ramp and into the ring, asking for a mic as he struts pompously around]

Captain Magnificent: People of Canadian, French, and Inuit descent – we were all duped! Eye of the Storm has come and went, but the bad taste of victory is left permanently marked on my tongue!

Duran: The bad taste of victory?

Hart: Don’t you remember, Jason? He was duped – we were all duped!

Captain Magnificent: And now, an imposter has joined the ranks of evil that permeates in this organization. The same evil that threatens to destroy us from within! It has been my task since I have arrived in the cWo to stamp out the forces of evil from wherever they exist, by whatever means necessary – but it has come to my attention that the Mad Cow has broken one of the most sacred oaths of all humankind!

Hart: Which one was it? I wonder!

Captain Magnificent: The oath of a deal between two men!

Duran: Oh come on – he’s a supposed superhero against a super villain; wouldn’t that defy odds for Mad Cow to play by the rules?

Captain Magnificent: And with that said, I challenge – no, I implore the Mad Cow to come out right now and unmask himself for the world! To show his true colors!

[An image of the Mad Cow flashes briefly on the screen, laughing hysterically at Captain Magnificent’s demands]

Mad Cow: A pity. You think that I would still play by the rules, Magnificent? Think again! You are a black mark upon this organization; one that leaves these fans confused and utterly hapless at your apparent noble intentions. You are nothing but a farce – something that has been proven time and time again! When will you ever learn?

Captain Magnificent: When you are brought to justice for your wrongdoings!

Mad Cow: My wrongdoings? What have I ever done besides stand against the likes of you? In fact, it seems to me that I’m the one who’s protecting cWo from YOU!

[As Captain Magnificent begins to protest, Rick Steele charges into the ring from the stands with a baseball bat, behind Captain Magnificent]

Hart: The Mad Cow’s lackey is here!

Duran: I still can’t believe Rick Steele is somehow involved in this!

[Steele slides under the ropes as a confused Captain Magnificent turns around; he ducks under a swing of the baseball bat from Steele, but then is cold clocked as Steele charges at him and hits him with a flying lariat, holding the bat out in front of his face!]

Hart: Oh, the humanity!

Duran: It seems as if the damage is done tonight, folks, but wherever this strange feud is heading, I’m pretty sure myself and a few of the fans out here are not in attendance mentally.

Hart: What are you getting at?

Duran: All I’m saying is that I think a few of us have checked out a long time ago, Robbie!

[The camera cuts backstage. A very drained looking Josh Cantrell walks towards his locker room still covered in sweat from his match with Brother Shabazz when Tiffany Tolberg comes running up to him with a microphone in hand.]

Tolberg: Josh! I need to ask you a question.

[Cantrell turns around snaps at her.]

Cantrell: What? What do you want that can't wait till I'm finished showering? I got a lot on my mind and I feel like I need to wash the evil off me.

Tolberg: Just one question, that's it and then I'll let you go shower.

[Cantrell sighs heavily.]

Cantrell: Ok, what is it?

Tolberg: After your match with Brother Shabazz, and after Heretic went to the back you leaned down and whispered something to Shabazz. What did you say?

[He looks down at the floor and lets out a long breath but remains silent.]

Tolberg; Well?

[He looks at her with his eyes full of remorse.]

Cantrell: Sorry...I told him I was sorry, but I got a feeling I'm gonna be saying that a lot. I gotta go.

[He walks into the locker room shutting the door behind him and leaving a confused looking Tiffany Tolberg standing in the hall as the camera cuts back to ringside.]

Duran:  Josh Cantrell seems disturbed. I don’t think he likes what he did to Shabazz and more than we did.

Hart:  Really? You think?  You know, there’s more to your job than stating the painfully obvious!

Duran:  Alright, let’s move on then.

DING DING DING

[Mr Rich, Evette, The Four Interns and Mike Logan are all standing backstage with Tiffany Tolberg. Evette has her cWo Women's Championship Title]

Tolberg: Ok Mr. Rich. There is just one question I need to ask. Why are you getting involved with Barrett Hawk?

Mr. Rich: Fair question I guess. Why? Well, I am getting older you see. And I don't know how much longer I will have it in me to keep doing what I do so well. And Barrett Hawk is someone who just does not understand this business. Fact of the matter is, he does not understand his own personal business. Whether it's his obvious affair with Lana Lexington, or his rude mistake of trying to attack me in the ring last week when I clearly was not ready, he asked me to be involved. Now quite frankly, I find it a little bothersome that you come out here and question my business with Barrett Hawk and yet you are on a hush hush on what that low class skan....I mean low class woman, Lana Lexinton, was doing out there last week. I find it rather fishy that Lana comes out to help her non lover friend, Barrett Hawk.

Tolberg: And your business with Mike Logan?

Mr. Rich: As I have wandered my eyes over the cWo locker room, I have found one man who may be worthy enough to continue my LEGACY once I am gone. One man who has the true dedication to what it means to winning a match. This man my good friend, Mike Logan!

Logan: No doubt many of you are asking why the "Loga-Conda" and Mr. Rich have decided to join forces. Well, the answer you're looking for is simple, really. Mr. Rich is a legend in this business and he saw in yours truly the same great physical gifts that Mr. Rich posesses. The same legendary drive and determination. Not to mention the same way with the women. I mean, last night I was on Mr. Rich's private yacht and I was putting my John Hancock inside of all the women in Montreal.

Tolberg: What about Barrett-

[Mike Logan then holds a hand up to her face as he begins to speak.]

Logan: Not so fast, sugar-tits! I'm talking so just hold the microphone while I speak, mm-kay?

[The fans can be heard booing as Mike Logan continues.]

Logan: Anyway, as for Hop-Along Hayseed, he wants to put on his brave little tough-guy act, he can. But the fact of the matter is he knows that when Charlene kissed me, her eyes were practically saying "Screw me, Mike! Screw me! I want to try some of your special "yogurt"!". Charlene can deny it all she wants, but she knows she wanted me to kiss her. After all, the "Sexual Intellectual" doesn't take no for an answer. Charlene, I suggest next time I face your boyfriend, that you wear something nice and introduce your little ones to a REAL man! So Barrett, you name the stipulation and time and place, I'll be more than willing to kick your butt once again!

Duran: Well folks, before the break we saw Mr. Rich and Evette along with Mike Logan issuing some strong words directed at Barrett Hawk.

Hart: They had to speak slowly so he understood it.

Duran: Well last week, they spelled it out for him in an attack that was broken up by Lana Lexington.

Hart: She might be as dense as Hawk!  Does she know who she’s messing with?

Duran: We’re just about to find out!

DING DING DING

Dixon: the following match is mixed tag match and is scheduled for one fall. Making their way out to the ring, at a combined weight of three hundred and forty nine pounds, from Manhattan, New York, they are the married couple of Mr. RIIIICCCCHHHH and the cWo Women's Champion, EEEEVVVVEEETTTTEEEEEE

[Pink Floyd's "Money" hits the arena as Mr Rich and Evette make their 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. Evette, is wearing the women's title around her waist, sarcasticaly waving to the fans. 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.]

Hart: Jason, you have to agree with me, this is a tough team to beat. You got money, power, and a fine looking woman.

[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, his traditional American flag not with him tonight as it's replaced with a rope tied to a cowbell in his hands, with a straight to business look on his face.]

Dixon: And the challengers, entering first, from Sulphur Oaklahoma, at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is BARRETTTT HAAAWWKKKKK.

Hart: I guess we know Hawk plans on cheating tonight.

Duran: I don't know what Hawk is planning, but if last week was any indication I don't think wrestling is high on the list of priorities for him right now-and lookout!

[Hawk rushes in the ring, flailing his cowbell in the direction of Evette and Mr. Rich, who clear the ring.]

Hart: He's out of his mind!

Duran: He's got too much on his mind is the problem. He's definitely brought that cowbell and rope along for use as a weapon, perhaps to fend Mr. Rich's interns away if the going gets tough.

[A strobe light flashes from the entrance way as the intro to Justice's "Genesis" hits. As the song kicks in, Lana Lexington bursts out from the entrance jumping up and down, looking excited and ready for her match.]

Dixon: And his partner...

Hart: I think she means girlfriend.

Dixon: Weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, she is LANNNAAA LEEXXXINNNGGGTTTOONNN!

[She climbs on to the apron and faces the crowd with her back to the ropes. She outstretches her arms and does a backflip into the ring and lands in a pose with her feet crossed and her arms outstretched. The fans cheer as she flashes another smile as the music fades, she pats Barrett Hawk on the back as Hawk pays no mind to her, as he salivates for the bell to ring.]

Duran: Lana is ready for just about anything.

Hart: And what about Hawk. He has yet to look his partner in the eye!

Duran: After the allegations made by Mr. Rich and Mike Logan I wouldn't blame him.

Hart: You don't think they're sleeping together do you?

Duran: Are you serious? Do you think Hawk would be this irate over what Logan's done to him and Charlene if he was sleeping with another woman?

Hart: I don't know, what is this, Melrose Place?

Duran: Well it doesn't feel like cWo a lot of the time. Mr. Rich and Evette can't make up their mind on who they want to start the match here.

Hart: They're planning their strategy.

Duran: Garcia's starting to lose his patience.

[Evette and Rich don't seem to be willing to make their minds as Hawk starts to approach Rich. Rich is heard saying "we're not ready yet." Hawk however keeps walking towards Rich and scoop slams him to the mat.]

DING DING DING

Duran: I guess Mr. Rich is going to start the match!

[Mr. Rich up to his feet but is met with another scoop slam by Hawk.]

Duran: And this crowd is getting loud, as Barrett does away with Mr. Rich.

[Mr. Rich gets up as he tries to defend himself with a knife edge chop, but Barrett shrugs it off with a european uppercut.]

Hart: Oh!

Duran: An uppercut to Mr. Rich sends him into the corner!

[Barrett Hawk draws Mr. Rich in and again hits a european uppercut.]

Duran: Must be very theraputic for Barrett Hawk to be getting his hands on someone, just anyone right now!

[A concerned Evette taps on Mr. Rich's shoulder.]

Duran: But Barrett cornered Rich in the wrong corner and Evette scores a tag.

[Hector Garcia gets in between Rich and Barrett as Barrett becomes irate.]

Hart: What's going on here?

Duran: Rules of the bout say that men can only wrestle men, and women can only wrestle women, Hawk must tag Lana in.

[Barrett gives in and gives an awkward tag to Lana Lexington.]

Duran: And here is Lana folks.

Hart: Oh would I love to see Lana and Evette rolling in....well, anything together.

[As Evette and Lana approach each other, Rich quickly clotheslines Lana to the mat.]

Duran: Get him out of there Hector!

Hart: He must not've known the rules.

Duran: A veteran like Rich SHOULD be aware of the rules, Robbie!

[Evette quickly goes for a pin.]

ONE

TWO

Duran: And Lana kicks out.

Hart: I like this stratergy.

Duran: It is a little too much for my taste.

[Evette then applies a headlock on the mat.]

Duran: Evette keeping Lana grounded, I mean if I were her I'd keep that headlock in forever, because I don't think she can go toe to toe with Lexington.

[Lana begins to pump her fist against the mat as she begins to stand up, with the headlock still applied.]

Duran: And Lana getting a burst of energy, standing up to her feet and now sends Evette to the ropes with an irish..uh.

Hart: Irish Whip?

Duran: That's right Robbie.

[Evette hooks her arms on the mat.]

Duran: Evette's not going anywhere.

[Evette leaps and tags Mr. Rich back in.]

Duran: Oh come on...

Hart: She doesn't wanna break one of her beautiful nails Jason!

Duran: That's no excuse.

[Mr. Rich gets in as Hector requests Lana tag Barrett in, which she does.]

Duran: Raucous crowd as Barrett Hawk's on the prowl!

[Barrett enters the ring with fire in his eyes as he rocks Mr. Rich with a running forearm sending Rich to the mat..]

Duran: Ouch, that's gotta hurt!

[Barrett then clotheslines Mr. Rich down again.]

Duran: And a clothesline!

[Barrett brings Rich down a third time with a discus clothesline.]

Duran: And another!

[Mr. Rich gets back up, and Hawk hits him with a Butterfly Suplex]

Hart: Geez, give the man some time to get up.

[Mr. Rich lying on the mat, Hawk goes to the top rope of a neutral corner]

Duran: I think Hawk might be going for the COUNTY BUMP.

Hart: That's COUNTRY BUMP

Duran: Oh, here comes Evette and she pulls the top rope, sending Hawk crotch first on the turnbuckle.

Hart: Hawk needs to avoid her corner, she's dangerous!

Duran: Hawk arguably getting a little ahead of himself.

[Mr. Rich gets up and runs towards the corner, climbs the second turnbuckle and lifts Hawk into a Vertical Suplex position.]

Duran: And Mr. Rich with the Vertical Suplex off the second turnbuckle. And now Mr. Rich grabs the feet and of Barrett Hawk and it is time for the....the submission hold that Mr. Rich does so well.

Hart: You mean the Bad Investment!

Duran: That is right! Bad Investment time. I'm getting the hang of this now Robbie.

[Lana comes in to try and break the hold but the ref push's her back into her corner. Barrett begins to crawl to the ropes and as he gets closer, Evette walks over to the middle of the Apron and uses her feet to pull the bottom rope away from Barett while she is cheering Mr. Rich on.]

Duran: Come on Ref...open your eyes. Evette doing what she does best.

Hart: Cheering on her husband?

Duran: She is doing more then just that Robbie.

[The ref notices Evette and sends her back to her corner as Barrett is now able to grab the rope and break the hold. The ref signals for Mr. Rich to break the hold, and he does, while yelling at the ref.]

Duran: And from behind, Barrett Hawk pulls Mr. Rich down into a pin.

ONE

TWO

Duran: NO!!!! Mr. Rich kicks out just in time.

[Hawk to his feet, a little shaken from the Bad Investment as Mr. Rich quickly jumps to his corner and tags in Evette]

Duran: And Evette is in...but she is shaking her head no to the ref.

Hart: This is not a fair match-up. He better make Hawk tag in Lana....

[Evette gets in the ring and demands Hawk to tag in Lana, meanwhile Hector Garcia does the same.]

Duran: Barrett needs to tag in Lana, there's nothing he can do about it, he has to make that tag for this match to continue!

Hart: He's gonna do something that he's gonna regret later!

Duran: And now, Evette on her knees.

Hart: Boy would I love to be Barrett Hawk right now!

Duran: Barrett slowly walking towards Evette as Evette continues to beg.

[Suddenly, out comes Mike Logan, running to the ring. Hawk takes notice as he immediately grabs for his rope and cowbell in preparation.]

Duran: Here comes Mike Logan and there goes the match!

[Barrett Hawk meets Logan outside of the ring, Logan goes for a strike but Hawk blocks and now Hawk begins to start bashing Logan in the head with the cowbell as the ref calls for the bell.]

DING DING DING

Duran: The match is over but neither Hawk, or the fans seem to care! Logan's getting what he has coming!

[Logan, trying to escape the cowbell, rolls into the ring. Hawk follows Logan in the ring, and goes for Logan again, but Mr. Rich gets in the way.]

Duran: and HAWK STRIKES Mr. RICH WITH THE COWBELL!!!!!!

[And now the 4 INTERNS come running into the ring and all begin to take down Barrett Hawk. Lana Lexington jumps in to try and stop her but is met with a shove by Evette, sending Lana to the outside of the ring.]

Duran: And Evette with her first move of the night, sends Lana to the outside of the ring.

[The INTERNS continue to beat down Barrett Hawk as Logan, getting to his feet, grabs Hawks cowbell and looks on at the interns stomping away at Hawk.]

Duran: Hawk's own plan is looking to backfire here tonight! That's enough!

[The timekeeper rings the bell numerous times trying to restore order, as the interns each grab Hawk, by his legs and arms respectively as they hold him down.]

Hart: This doesn't look good at all for Hawk!

[Logan then swings the cowbell up and slams it down on Hawk's back.]

Duran: Oh my g-...Logan just came down hard with that cowbell!

[Logan winds up again as he, Mr. Rich and Evette have a laugh.]

Duran: This is going too far!

Hart: Hawk never should've brought out that weapon!

Duran: And another! Stop it! Does anyone have any boundaries anymore!

[Logan's about to wind up another, when Mr. Rich, with Evette's arms around him stops Logan, and points to a chair wielding Lana Lexington, who looks nervous as she looks on to the crowd.]

Duran: Lexington trying to stop it but what can she do? What could she do to these six men?

Hart: She needs to get her boyfriend out of there!

Duran: Don't talk like that Robbie.

[Logan laughs as he points and shouts "aawww it's Barrett Hawk's giiiiiiirlfrieeeend!"]

Duran: This is just juvenile!

[Mr. Rich easily grabs the chair out of Lana's grip.]

Duran: Leave her alone!

[Logan starts to run his hand into Lana's hair when the fans start to cheer the rushed arrival of Sean Pason.]

Duran: Sean Pason! Sean Pason! Finally someone who can put a stop to this!

[Mr. Rich goes to slam the chair on Pason but Pason kicks the chair out of Mr. Rich's hands, prompting Rich, Logan and Evette to quickly get out of the ring.]

Duran: Whoa!

[Fans go wild as Pason downs one of the interns with a familiar roundhouse kick.]

Duran: Does that ring a bell Robbie!

Hart: Pason's gonna kill Rich's interns with kicks like that!

Duran: And another for the other intern! I wonder if Dangerous is watching!

[Another intern charges Pason, as Pason hits him with an STO.]

Duran: And a takedown! Pason's on fire!

[Pason tells the last intern to bring it on, while the intern looks scared out of his mind. From behind Lana hits him with the Mr. Rich's chair in the back, sending him out of the ring through the middle and top rope.]

Duran: Lana with the chair!

Hart: I think Sean Pason is making too many high profile enemies.

Wilden: But thankfully, Lana Lexington and Barrett Hawk will live to fight another day.

[Pason and a bit of a shocked Lana Lexington try to help Hawk to his feet as all three stare down Mr. Rich, Logan and Evette]

Duran: Mr. Rich wants to get involved....well, so does Sean Pason!!!!!

Hart: I don't know what he's thinking, last week Dangerous, this week Mr. Rich and Mike Logan, what's he gonna do next? Get in Heretic's way?

Duran: He's doing what he thinks is right.

Hart: Don't you think he's getting in too deep here?

Duran: I hope not Robbie, I so hope not.

[The camera focuses on the nameplate on Chazz Mendel’s lockerroom.  A hand reaches out and knocks on the door.  After a few seconds, John Pilchard opens the door with a very surprised look on his face.]

Pilchard:  Hey whatever you’re looking for I think you’re in the wrong place!

[The camera pans to reveal Heretic standing face to face with Pilchard.]

Heretic:  You have NO idea!

[Pilchard gulps.]

Heretic:  I need a favor.

Pilchard:  Oh, well Chazz..

Heretic:  I need a favor from YOU, Johnny.

Pilchard:  Me?! Your b-b-business has nothing to do with me!

Heretic:  Just let me in.

Pilchard:  If…if you insist.

[Pilchard steps aside, letting Heretic in. The door closes behind him.]

Hart:  Be careful, John!

Duran: What could this possibly be about?!

[As Driven goes to commercial break, cameras cut to a room painted completely white. Bright white florescent lights shine from up above, driving all darkness from the room. In the center, sits a pedestal. Upon it, a photograph also framed in white. The figure in the photo is unknown. Zooming in, it is blocked by the "Villain Of The Year" Chazz Mendel. He stands in front of the photograph, looking directly into the camera.]

Mendel: Last week, it was made apparent to me that the events of Eye Of The Storm weren't enough to convince the likes of Christian Roman that I, Chazz Mendel, was right, and that relics of the past, such as Christian Roman, were irrelevant... Stubbornly, he continued his crusade, trying in vain to convince himself that he was nothing more than a false prophet with nothing more than lies for sale.

[A half smile cracks Chazz's serious demeanor.]

Mendel: But it wasn't to be, was it, Christian? We accepted each other's informal challenge to one another at Harbor Station in Saint John, New Brunswick last week, and I proved to you, and hopefully the world, that when I say something, I mean it. That when I said that cWo doesn't need a hero the likes of you, that it was FACT!

[Chazz points to himself.]

Mendel: I am not a liar, Christian Roman. It's true that I've been called many things, and many things have been said about me. It's also true that I've done my fair share of evil deeds. But the one thing I've never done, is lie. I'm standing in a room totally transparent. These white walls that surround me are a symbolic gesture to you, and to the world that I have nothing to hide. Meanwhile you, Christian Roman, shroud yourself in darkness, keeping your secrets to yourself, keeping your true nature hidden from plain sight. But lucky enough for the world, I can see right through you. I can, to the best of my ability, shed some light into the darkness that you surround yourself with and expose the self-serving, always looking out for number one kind of man that I've always known you to be! I can save the cWo. You're cheap, imperfect, Christian. Your weakness lies in the darkness that you surround yourself in. It's where Heretic thrives. The solitary light that you keep with you won't be enough to rid the cWo of the dark. Watch as Josh Cantrell and Johnny Serious try, and fail. Just as you did at Eye Of The Storm against me.

[Chazz turns around and picks the framed picture up, and looks at it.]

Mendel: You know... I've always been a fan of things that are tangible. You know, things I can touch, see, and hear? Things that you can't dispute the reality of. Your father must be disappointed in you, Christian. But then again, it's easy to fail and just say that he forgives you when he may or may not exist in the first place. I don't have that luxury. Tonight isn't the time for a theological debate, though. But as someone who's a believer in all things tangible, my father would be very disappointed in me if I turned out like you. If I pretended to be someone I'm not. Your "father" is behind you, Christian, in spirit, as is mine. But eventually, unlike your father, mine will return. And when he does, you better do some hard praying. When he's behind me, there's nothing that'll get in my way. You will not stop me. I WILL put an end to this ridiculous charade once and for all! And Christian, I will take you TO HELL AND BACK, just to do it.

[Chazz sets the photograph down on the pedistal and walks off. As Driven goes to commercial break, the photo is revealed to be that of REG MENDEL.]

Tolberg: Sean! Sean!

Pason: Hey Tiffany, what’s going on?

Tolberg: Well Sean after what we have seen tonight everybody’s wondering …

Pason: You don’t have to say another word Tiffany, I know what you’re already going to say. Everybody’s wondering what in the world is Sean Pason doing. Last week he gets involved with the situation involving Chris Michaels and Nick Dangerous and now this week I get involved with Mr. Rich and Mike Logan. Is that what your wondering, why?

Tolberg: Yea Sean exactly you’re making quite an impression with some other wrestlers here.

Pason: Well Tiffany some one has to stand up against what’s happening here in Cwo. Now I know mostly everyone’s here is worried about the dark times of Cwo. Heretic has this place fully in his control it seems. And the dark and twisted is running around here wreaking havoc. But everyone seems to forget that Heretic isn’t the only one wreaking havoc around here. There are others who seem to feel that they can get away with anything around here. Well Tiffany I was getting sick and tired of just sitting around and doing nothing. I’m not the guy who just goes with the flow. If I see something wrong I’m going to do whatever I can to make it right. I did it last week and I did it this week. I know I’m probably making a lot enemies around and hell it’s going to happen. But I know there are some guys in the locker room that appreciate what I’m doing and got my back. So I might be making myself a target for others. But they better realize I’m not afraid to fight and I damn well don’t back out of one. So if anyone thinks that I’m just interfering with other people business, then good. It means that I doing something right because I won’t let disrespectful cocky…

Oh Wait! Let me get ready for them to censor me, you guys in the back ready for this. Now as I was saying I wont let disrespectful cocky a**holes run around doing whatever they want for their own pleasure. I have fought way to long to come back here only to see it run like this. So now I’m doing what’s right and I won’t apologize for that. So whatever happens now, just know. That this probably won’t be the last time I get asked why I’m doing this.

[Sean Pason walks away with an intense look on face]

Duran: Strong words from a really tough guy, Robbie.

Hart:  Too tough for his own good!  You don’t get anywhere in this business making powerful enemies!

[Suddenly, the crowd begins to boo as Mary-Joe Wolf walks down the aisle.]

Duran: As you can probably tell we are ready for the second match in the best of five series between Jen Diamond and Chastity. Coming to the ring is neither of the two!

Hart: Yes, she’s my girlfriend!

Duran: Funny, she has never admitted to that! But she is quite the maneuvereal figure right now because she claims to be a neutral, but it’s weird that Chastity has obeyed her since they came here and she is working on her own free will?

Hart: It makes sense!

Duran: What doesn’t make sense is this encounter that happened earlier.

[The picture in picture opens up and reveals Jen Diamond stretching in her locker room. Mary-Joe comes in with a huge smile on her face.]

Mary-Joe: Good morning Jen, you looks good!

[Diamond rolls her eyes.]

Diamond: What do you want?

Mary-Joe: I just want to say congratulations on your win last week!

Diamond: That is a surprise!

[Mary-Joe looks offended.]

Mary-Joe: What are you talking about?

Diamond: I’m talking about your little tool suddenly having a mind of her own!

Mary-Joe: Wait... you don’t think that I sent Chastity after you, do you?

Diamond: Then why are we in this so-called friendly contest?

Mary-Joe: Because you are the two best women athletes probably in the world and this is the best stage to show off those skills. Jen, I promise you that I am a neutral. I wish Chastity luck and I wish you luck.

Diamond: That is the fishy part, why don’t you choose a side?

Mary-Joe: Because women should remain united together. This wasn’t supposed to be a place for Chastity to betray you and I am sorry she did, but I have been talking to her. I swear... I had nothing to do with this!

[Jen nods!]

Diamond: Okay, well there isn’t any proof, but if you are lying to me...

Mary-Joe: I swear to you I’m not!

Diamond: I hope that is the case for your sake!

Mary-Joe: Okay! Good luck out there!

[Mary-Joe walks out of the locker room as Diamond continues to stretch. The picture in picture ends as Mary-Joe takes a seat at ringside.]

Duran: So... she hasn’t been sitting next to you every time she’s been out here. You should be worried!

Hart: I’d just distract her from trying to keep her team together. She’s got some serious issues to mend.

Duran: It won’t happen! Jen Diamond is in the lead with one win and you have to believe that McGavin is going to pull out all of the stops here.

[Dixon stands in the middle of the ring.]

Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is the second in the best of five series and is scheduled for ONE FALL!

[“Physical” by Nine Inch Naiils begins to play as Jen Diamond appears on the rampway!]

Duran: I think Diamond is going into this round with the utmost confidence. She has one win and has been with the company practically since the beginning!

Hart: That means nothing when comparing to a massive aneuver!

Duran: Yes but... NO!

[From behind, Chastity comes running out of the curtain with a steel chair. She slams the chair onto Diamonds back. Jen stumbles forward and Chastity turns it sideways and thrusts the edge into Diamond’s back!]

Duran: As many will remember, last week Chastity worked on Diamond’s back. Although, Diamond won, that was the beginning of the war and now that back is a huge bullseye! It’s heinous!

Hart: It is genius Jason, don’t deny it!

[Chastity throws down the chair and drags Diamond to the ring. The minute they are both in the ring, Chastity stomps on Diamonds back!]

DING DING DING

Duran: Chastity working on Jen’s back as this match is underway after a aneuvereal pre-match attack by Chastity!

Hart: Contreversial because it was so great!

Duran: Chastity picks up Diamond AND SLAMS HER BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! She picks up Diamond once again and slams her back into the turnbuckle again. This really doesn’t seem like something an oversized mute would come up with. This alienating the back must be the work of Mary-Joe!

Hart: You need to give Chastity more credit and you shouldn’t stereotype mutes. They aren’t all dumb!

Duran: Chastity follows up with a spinebuster to Diamond! It seems like everything is a shot to the back! This might just keep Diamond no only out of the match, but might end the series if she breaks it. So much for “friendly” competition right?

Hart: Who says trying to break someone’s back isn’t friendly?

Duran: Chastity with Diamond again this time she is brought down with a appropriately titled backbreaker! Chastity rolls her over for the pin.

ONE

TWO

Duran: That might’ve been it right there had that been any other female!

Hart: But she is just another female! Only Chastity seems to be the only “special one!”

Duran: Looking like a drag queen does not make someone special. As Chastity pulls her up, Diamond begins to fight McGavin with a flurry of shots to the head. Chastity blocks a few, but Diamond sends her backwards. Now Diamond with the lock up and sends Chastity into the ropes. Chastity bounces off and ducks a drop kick attempt and instead hits her with a brutal LUNG BLOWER! Once again, Chastity tries to break Diamond!

Hart: It is working too because Diamond has gotten barely any offense!

Duran: Chastity once again grabs Diamond and irish whips her into the aneuvere! She follows up with a corner yakuza kick to Diamond! After words she uses a shoulder block to slam her into the turnbuckle again! Chastity with another irish whip, but Diamond reverses it and sends Chastity to the turnbuckle! Diamond now with a few kicks to the midsection followed by three slaps to the upperbody. Chastity grabs Diamond and throws her back into the corner and goes for a western lariat. Diamond ducks and a MULE KICK on McGavin to send her into the corner! With Chastity out for a few seconds, Diamond falls backwards holding onto her back.

Hart: There it is! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

Duran: I guess your right! A paced Jen Diamond see’s Chastity coming to and ducks the first attempt at a bicycle kick. Immediately Diamond follows up with a roundhouse kick! Diamond quickly leans on the ropes to rest her back again. Chastity back up and Diamond with a flying cross body that CHASTITY CATCHES! Chastity then positions her into the torture rack! The hold clenched in and you have to wonder if this is the straw that broke the...

Hart: Just say it: the straw that broke the camel’s back!

Duran: The hold clenched in tighter before she drops Diamond backwards onto the mat! The pinning attempt again!

ONE

TWO

Duran: A kick out, but you have to start to believe that the damage is done here! If it wasn’t for the sneak attack, who knows who would be in the lead?

Hart: It’d still be Chastity! Diamond barely won last week.

Duran: Chastity getting frustrated and picks up Diamond again, but Diamond slides out of it and takes Chastity back down to the math with a release German suplex. Diamond holding onto her back as she hits Chastity with a boot to the head. You know a match is personal when a wrestler doesn’t hesitate to slam their boot into their opponents forehead!

Hart: This is supposed to be friendly! Look how upset Mary-Joe is.

Duran: Diamond then with a springboard moonsault onto McGavin. She follows up with the curbstomp aneuver. It can be assumed that Jen has wisened up and is now targeting the cranium of Chastity McGavin. Diamond drags McGavin over to the turnbuckle and slams her head into it. She does it again, but Chastity holds herself with the ropes and elbows Diamond to release her hold. Chastity with an irish whip that sends Diamond to the ropes. Chastity charges, but Diamond ducks down pulling the ropes and Chastity goes flying over the top into the outside.

Hart: That is so devious!

Duran: I don’t think she is done! Diamond running to one side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, launches herself over the top rope and with pin point accuracy nails Chastity in the forehead wth a missile dropkick!

[The arena goes crazy as Aaron Blake begins the count!]

ONE

Duran: Diamond getting to her feet and it looks like she is eyeing the steel chair.

TWO

Hart: She better not, that would be cheating!

THREE

Duran: She grabs it and I think she is looking for revenge now.

FOUR

FIVE

Duran: Jen stumbles towards Chastity BUT WHAT IS THIS?

[Mary-Joe pulls the chair out of her hands and Jen Diamond looks at her very untrusting. A look of fear and maybe guilt come across Mary-Joe’s eyes.]

SIX

Duran: Uh oh!

Hart: She better not lay a hand on my lady!

Mary-Joe: You need to play fair.

SEVEN

Duran: I don’t believe a word Mary-Joe is saying.

[Diamond shakes her head knowing that Mary-Joe doesn’t deserve it. She turns around just in time to get nailed with a standing STO]

Hart: YES! Who knows what would have happened?

EIGHT

Duran: As Chastity drags Diamond underneath the rope, I still don’t trust Mary-Joe. That seemed way to convenient.

Hart: Coincidence!

Duran: Both women back in the ring now and it looks like Diamond has the wind knocked out of her. Chastity lifts her up and this doesn’t look good.

Hart: Prepare for the most powerful move performed by the most powerful woman.

Duran: CHASTITY DELIVERS THE V-20! This is heinous, things might’ve been different had Chastity not have sneaked attack.

Hart: That doesn’t matter to Chastity.

Duran: I know. Chastity with the pin, I hate to admit but this might be over.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Hart: And it is, Jason. The score is now one to one, Chastity is still in the game.

Duran: Thanks to bending the rules.

Hart: She still made it.

[With Diamond out of the ring, Chastity slides out as Mary-Joe applauds with a guilt ridden look on her face.]

Dixon: Here is your winner of the second fall: CHASTITY MCGAVIN!!!

[Jen Diamond looks on as Chastity calmly holds up her fist!]

Hart: Look how conflicted Mary-Joe is.

Duran: I don’t believe that she is concerned at all. Taking the chair from Diamond might have been part of the conspiracy.

Hart: Oh quit being paranoid. Just be happy that Chastity is two wins away from winning this whole thing and now with Diamond’s back exposed, it shouldn’t be too hard

[The camera focuses on Chandler Dalmon reading from fairly old copy of the Oddysey.]

Dalmon: Then Polyphemus ate one of the sailors and then saved two to devour later...

[The camera pans out to reveal him reading to a group of young children with disturbed faces; some are beginning to cry.]

Dalmon: And then ...

[Suddenly, he is stopped by an approaching JJ Carter!]

Carter: DALMON! We need to talk!

[Chandler smiles at the traumatized children.]

Dalmon: Excuse me for a moment!

[Dalmon turns back to JJ Carter.]

Dalmon: JJ buddy, it is wonderful to see you!

[Chandler tries to hug him, but JJ pushes him away!]

Carter: Cut the crap! I deserve a re-match. I think you will agree that I didn't get a fair shot!

Dalmon: I completely agree! But I think you are placing your anger at the wrong person. I played you fair dog...

Carter: Don't call me that.

Dalmon: Remember who you beat out for the title? Do you also remember who has had everything handed to him since the day he arrived here, while you worked your ass off? And do you remember who unfairly interfered in our match cheating you out of a clean win and me out of a clean victory? And finally, do you remember when I baptised you, made you bleed and then took you to hell with me?

[JJ nods and then suddenly stops.]

Carter: What?

[Chandler jumps up.]

Dalmon: WHAT?

[After that awkward moment Chandler continues.]

Dalmon: What I am saying here is that yes, you deserve the title shot, but you shouldn't blame me for taking it from you. That only goes to one man.

Carter: Yes, yes, you are talking about Raymond Jacobson! I need to take care of him too!

Dalmon: Good! GOOD! But since you asked kindly, I'll give you a title shot next week... if I win my match tonight!

Carter: What kind of trick are you pulling here Chandler?

Dalmon: Trick? No, no, no... A trick is something a whore does for money!

[Both him and Carter look behind themselves to see the shocked looks on the face of the children behind them. Chandler looks a little guilty and tries to back peddle.]

Dalmon: Or Cocaine!

[Pleased that he covered his tracks , he turns back to JJ Carter.]

Dalmon: Anyways... if I beat my old buddy Raymond Jacobson, I will give you a title shot! But that is only if I beat him!

Carter: Are you saying?

Dalmon: I'm not going to give away what I mean by a cryptic message, then it wouldn't be a cryptic message chum!

Carter: Yeah, whatever... I'll see you next week!

[JJ walks away as Chandler turns back to the kids.]

Dalmon: What he means is, he'll see me later on in the evening... now back to our story.

[Johnny Serious is standing backstage, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black tee shirt that reads "WE'RE SERIOUSLY cWo!." He begins to speak. He looks as though a little bit of life has been sucked out of him]

Johnny Serious: What happened at Driven last week with Lance Wilden is as much my fault as it is Heretic's. I should have never let someone like Lance get that close to Heretic. I should have known what kind of SERIOUS games Heretic would play. But it has left me with one conclusion. No one is safe and everyone is a target. And now, one week removed, we are without the voice of Lance Wilden. The Voice of Reason for the cWo is gone. That familiar voice that we have all been used to over the years. Gone. And though Lance will soon return, it will not be the same Lance. In the back of Wilden's mind will be shame, will be distrust, will be fear and will be hate.

[Johnny gives out a deep breath]

Johnny Serious: I feel responsible because as a wrestler, I should have known that WILDEN does not belong in the ring. I wasn't even trying to fight Cantrell last week. I was trying to grab that screwdriver and toss it away as a sign to HERETIC that the games stopped there. But once again, his game was played.

[Johnny Serious takes another Breath]

Johnny Serious: Today, we saw another victim of Heretic's games. As Heretic continues to build his monster within Josh Cantrell, Brother Shabazz became the next target. And for no reason at all except that HERETIC just wants to see how far Cantrell is willing to go.

[Another Pause]

Johnny Serious: Cantrell says that he should have let Lance stab Heretic with the screwdriver. Once again, Cantrell is misguided. Lance would be in a far worse state had he stabbed Heretic. Cantrell is willing to break the rules of morality, but I refuse to. I am not playing these games anymore HERETIC. If you want....if you want some of SERIOUS, and you want to play games with me....THEN WHY DON'T WE PLAY THESE GAMES ONE ON ONE....TITLE OR NO TITLE....

[A cWo Production Assistant walks up to Serious]

P.A.: Hey Johnny, you are needed in the ring.

Johnny Serious [A bit confused]: Why?

P.A.: No details. You're just wanted in the ring.

[Johnny Serious looks at the Production Assistant oddly and then walks towards the ring.]

[The crowd erupts in cheers as “Elevation” by U2 plays and Johnny Serious heads to the ring.]

Duran: Fans, we don’t know what’s going on here, but Johnny Serious has been summoned to the ring.

Hart: I have a bad feeling about this.

[Serious climbs into the ring and poses for the crowd, then waits. Suddenly, the crowd begins to boo loudly as “Living in the Sunlight, Loving in the Moonlight” begins to play.]

Hart: That would explain my bad feeling!

Duran: Well, we saw him out here earlier to continue his games with Josh Cantrell, and now he seems to have something planned for Johnny Serious.

[The crowd’s booing intensifies as Heretic steps out from behind the entrance curtain. He’s wearing the black world title around his waist and carrying a black bag. He walks down the aisle, stopping and doing a double take at the commentary booth]

Heretic: WHERE’S LANCE?!

[The crowd continues to boo as he takes the microphone from Donna Dixon at ringside and then slides into the ring.]

Heretic: You know, I have to hand it to Joshua! Did you see? Did you see earlier? He tried to IMPRESS ME! He tried to make me believe that HE was the one I should allow to go To Hell And Back with me! But the one thing Cantrell didn’t realize is that it takes A LOT to impress me! BUT, he did give me an idea! You see, last week none of you lived up to my challenge, you didn’t elimate him, he didn’t eliminate you. In fact, the ONLY ONE who showed any BALLS last week was Lance Wilden!!!!

[The crowd starts a “Lance” chant. Heretic smiles.]

Heretic: That’s nice. I’m sure that brightens his night… his night that he’s spending ALONE IN A ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT, EATING A MICROWAVE DINNER AND CRYING HIMSELF TO SLEEP!

[The crowd immediately begins to boo again. Serious yells “get to the point!”]

Heretic: The point? The point is… the point is that I’m a KIND and GIVING MAN! And I’ve got a GREAT IDEA, thanks to Joshua. YOU, Johnny Serious, need to IMPRESS ME! If you can do that, then YOU get the belt. Sound fair?

[Serious crosses his arms and nods his head.]

Heretic: See, I knew we were on the same page! I knew I could count on you! Consider this a TEST… to pass, all you need to do is ONE SIMPLE THING. CAN YOU DO ONE SIMPLE THING, JOHNNY CAN YOU?

Duran: Remember what simple means in Heretic’s mind..

Hart: Yeah, he probably wants him to destroy the earth or something. Which the LHC convertor will do anyway…. did you hear about that, Jason?

Duran: I have, but this isn’t the time.

Hart: You’re right. And it says a lot about Heretic when bringing up giant black hole creating doomsday device actually lightens the mood.

Heretic: All you need to do, Johnny, is MAKE SOMEONE BLEED. ARE YOU READY?

[Serious looks on, unknowing of what Heretic has in mind.]

Heretic: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY READY? SERIOUSLY? GET IT?! [Heretic laughs loudly, them composes himself.] Think back on the last few months Johnny. There’s always been one man responsible for trampling your hopes and dreams in cWo. This man has at times made your life a living hell. You held the World Title for a short five minutes, and it was ALL BECAUSE OF HIM! This is your test, Johnny… like I said, make a man bleed, prove me to that you’re capable of destroying your arch-enemy!

[“Fanfare for the Common Man” begins to play and the crowd’s reaction is mixed.]

Duran: NICK DANGEROUS? ARE YOU SERIOUS?

Hart: He wants Serious to face Nick Dangerous? I thought he said this was gonna be easy!

[Serious turns and looks towards the entrance ramp, motioning for Dangerous to come to the ring. Suddenly, the crowd boos loudly as John Pilchard steps out from behind the curtain, looking scared to death.]

Duran: Wait a minute, it’s John Pilchard!

Hart: And that’s news? Pilchard’s Nick’s manager! He always comes out with Nick!

[Heretic motions to Pilchard who steps into the ring, shaking. Heretic looks at him and smiles, then looks back at serious.]

Heretic: I need to see that you can act on your impulses, that you can do what your heart tells you to do, that you can succumb to your animal instincts. I’m letting you do what I know you WANT to do, I’m giving you the chance to MAKE PILCHARD BLEED!

[The crowd boos loudly]

Duran: He wants him to face Pilchard?!

Hart: Get out of there, John! Run!

Duran: This is obviously why Heretic sought Pilchard out earlier….

Hart: Yeah, to lead him to slaughter!

Heretic: I’m rooting for you, Johnny. I WANT you to do this, because I know you want it! SO, I’ve brought you some goodies to help you out.

[Heretic opens his bag and reaches into it. First, he pulls out a screwdriver. He jokingly pokes at the air with it, then drops it. Then he pulls out a strip of barbed wire, again dropping it on the mat. Lastly, he pulls out a cheese grater and drops it.]

Hart: He’s arming Johnny Serious!

Duran: Well, despite the thing he’s said about me in the past, and the things he’s done in general, I don’t think anyone wants to see John Pilchard’s face go through a cheese grater!

Hart: There are two people who want to see that, Jason… Heretic and Johnny Serious!!!!!!

[Johnny Serious looks on at a terrified John Pilchard, who takes a deep breath as he looks on at a conflicted Johnny Serious.]

Duran: He's not actually thinking about this is he?

Hart: If Josh Cantrell isn't gonna be the man to face Heretic, this might be Serious' only hope of being the guy!

Duran: But on his own terms, not Heretic's. This is sadistic.

[Pilchard trembles, when in a hasty decision Pilchard makes a mad dash towards Heretic and steals the mic from him. Pilchard gets on his knees and holds his left hand out to Serious in a plea for mercy as he speaks into the mic in his right hand.]

Pilchard: No no no no no no wait. Wait! Wait a minute! Johnny, you have NO reason to do this, there is no good god damn reason you should lay a single finger on me let alone harm me! I have no qualms with you! You and I are even! We're square! I don't want anything to do with Heretic, you or any of this!

[A mixed reaction is given to Pilchard's plea as Pilchard's eyes water as Serious continues looking down on him.]

Pilchard: Forget about Nick Dangerous! Forget about the title! He's trying to make you something you're not! He's trying to turn you into him, you're better than this! You're better than this Johnny! You're so high above this!

[Serious looks disgusted with the entire situation, as the sight of John Pilchard looks to have awaken a frustration inside of him as his fists clench.]

Pilchard: Johnny, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! If I could go back and do it again I wouldn't! I wouldn't invoke that rematch clause! I wouldn't bring Nick Dangerous to Cyberslam! I wouldn't have brought the interns! I'd do it all different!

[As Serious becomes even more frustrated as Pilchard reminisces, another voice is heard on the PA system.]

Voice: Save the apologies for someone who deserves it John.

[Fans boo as an irate Nick Dangerous comes out.]

Dangerous: You should be applauding Johnny Serious for being able to walk on his own two feet after the last time I got in the ring with him!

[Serious looks like he's trying really hard to keep his composure as Nick strolls down to the ring.]

Dangerous: Don't waste your breath on another apology to Johnny Serious. Heretic, I've spent the last two months mowing down everything that's gotten in my way. I've hurt people. I've hurt a lot of people. And you're giving away a title shot for something as simple as breaking John Pilchard? Well since Johnny Serious here doesn't have the sack, I'm gonna have to do it myself.

Duran: WHAT!

Hart: Did I hear what I think I heard?

[Nick stops at ringside as even Johnny Serious is puzzled by what Nick's just said, as Nick continues looking sternly into the ring, John Pilchard let's out a whimpering "oooohhh noooo" as he hides his head in his arms and buries his head in the mat.]

Dangerous: And you can stick your barbed wire, your cheese grater and your screw driver back to where you got it from because I don't need a weapon to do it. I am the weapon.

[Nick drops the mic as he slides into the ring, immediately Johnny Serious gets in the way, shouting "what are you doing!" Nick responds saying "what are YOU doing?" Nick immediately pushes Serious out of the way, Serious pauses to assess the situation, when Nick grabs Pilchard by the back of the shirt and swings him into the corner of the ring, fans give a loud, mixed reaction, as Pilchard leans backwards into the bottom turnbuckle.]

Hart: I can't believe what I'm seeing.

Duran: This is almost surreal to watch.

[Tears stream down Pilchard's face as he holds his hands out screaming "YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS! WHAT IF HE'S LYING!" As Heretic just seems to get a mild kick out of the situation. Out of nowhere Johnny Serious turns Nick around and the two instantly start trading blows.]

Hart: And Serious is defending John Pilchard, what the hell is this, bizarro world?

Duran: Someone had to stop this before it went too far and now it's Slam in the Sand all over again!

Hart: I don't know what to say Jason!

Duran: We got ourselves a fight on our hands, and a much more fair fight!

[As the two relentlessly trade blows, out of nowhere a concerned Chazz Mendel grabs Nick by the feet from outside of the ring and pulls him out with. Chazz immediately gets in Nick's face as he shouts "what are you thinking! Have you completely LOST YOUR MIND!?" Nick ignores Chazz as he tries to get back in the ring, but Chazz gets on his knees and grabs Nick by the legs.]

Duran: Nick had one hundred percent intent on crippling John Pilchard here and I am almost at a loss for words myself Robbie.

Hart: Heretic's driving everyone to new lows!

[Serious pats on Pilchard's shoulder and points out to the crowd as Pilchard takes Serious' gesture as a call to get out, Pilchard runs as fast as he can out of the arena through the fans, as Nick sees that as a reason to leave himself, immediately walking angrilly up the ramp, with Chazz shaking his head in disappointment.]

Duran: Things seemed to have settled out here.

Hart: And Chazz Mendel of all people playing peacekeeper as well!

Duran: Like I said. It's just surreal...

[Heretic then gets his mic back which Pilchard left in the ring, and also picks up the screwdriver, pointing it at Serious.]

Heretic: WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU? I GAVE YOU ONE SIMPLE TASK! IT’S THE EASIEST THING IN THE WORLD, LOOK!

[Heretic grabs the cheese grater off of the mat and rubs it quickly across his own cheek, drawing blood.]

Heretic: THAT’S ALL YOU HAD TO DO!!!

[Serious states down Heretic as he walks to the ropes and slides out of the ring.]

Heretic: YOU WON’T GET ANOTHER CHANCE AT THIS! YOU BLEW IT!

[Serious walks down the aisle slowly, trying to fight back his anger.]

Heretic: You FAILED, Serious! You lost your shot! I’M NOT IMPRESSED!!!

[Heretic drops the mic as he begins to pace back to the backstage area. Johnny Serious looks on at him, awestruck in his own right and overwhelmed by the scene that just transpired.]

Duran: Well, Johnny Serious again takes the high road, but this may have cost him another opportunity to face Heretic.

Hart: Best decision Serious ever made! Look at that maniac, Jason… would YOU wanna face him?

Duran: If it meant I could beat up Pilchard? Hmm….

Hart: Jason!

Duran: Serious looks like he's having just as hard a time absorbing all this as most of us ought to be. We still have a pay per view without a number one contender, and I don't know how low is low enough for Heretic to see a viable contender.

Hart: Just thinking about it is eating me up inside. What's gonna be left of cWo when Heretic's finally had his fun?

Duran: We’re gonna have to think about that while we take another brief commercial break...

[Darkness shrouds the arena as a very familiar voice begins to read slowly, pouring over every word as if it was their last spoken, pulsating the consonants as the vowels lucidly roll off his tongue]

“Isaiah 56:10 His watchmen are blind: they are all ignorant, they are all dumb dogs, they cannot bark; sleeping, lying down, loving to slumber.”

“1 Timothy 5:13 And withal they learn to be idle, wandering about from house to house; and not only idle, but tattlers also and busybodies, speaking things which they ought not.”

“Proverbs 20:4 The sluggard will not plow by reason of the cold; therefore shall he beg in harvest, and have nothing.”

Ephesians 6:12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.

[As the last words roll off, static on the screen forms to display a tattered poster of Chazz Mendel holding the World Title; switch to a torn t-shirt proclaiming “Villain of the Year”; switch to a cross hanging, forming the centerpiece of a barren wall. A voice protrudes the silence as a solitary light looms over head]

“Who are you, Chazz Mendel? Who are you? You might not be a liar, Chazz Mendel, but that doesn’t mean you’re not a host of other painted identities, carved to fit your face.

“Isaiah 56:10 His watchmen are blind: they are all ignorant, they are all dumb dogs, they cannot bark; sleeping, lying down, loving to slumber.”

“You think that the light declares your innocence, Chazz Mendel. The whiteness of your walls. The transparency that exists makes you clear to all those view you. But that just makes it all the more simpler to see you for what you’re not. For what you claim to be. That transparency you surround yourself with opens you up for the world to see. It allows me to see right through you and delve into the past of a man who isn’t all that he’s hyped up to be.”

“1 Timothy 5:13 And withal they learn to be idle, wandering about from house to house; and not only idle, but tattlers also and busybodies, speaking things which they ought not.”

“You look for a source of inspiration. A tangible source, as you so mentioned. You need to be able to reach out and touch. And feel. You need to be comforted by the sensation that derives from caressing your hand over a surface or object. You need to know that your existence means something; that everything is real. You need that touch from your father; a tangible prod along a beaten path that you’ve been down before. I know that one father may not be proud of what I’ve done in my life, Chazz Mendel, but I know that another Father doesn’t look the other way when my name is mentioned.”

“Proverbs 20:4 The sluggard will not plow by reason of the cold; therefore shall he beg in harvest, and have nothing.”

“Darkness surrounds me; I hold my secrets to myself: do you really want to know what I know? But through darkness comes light, Chazz Mendel. You preach this yourself; albeit ignorantly, but you do. You know that through this darkness there is light at the end of the tunnel. You’ve seen it with your own eyes. But it’s a different light than the one that I’m searching for. Your light awards you an opportunity; my light awards me a greater calling. You can say what you will about me, Chazz Mendel, but when the dawn comes, I will be there alone, not with you, not with Johnny Serious, not with Josh Cantrell, nor with Heretic. I will stand alone.”

“Proverbs 24:30-32 I went by the field of the slothful, and by the vineyard of the man void of understanding; And, lo, it was all grown over with thorns, and nettles had covered the face thereof, and the stone wall thereof was broken down. Then I saw, and considered it well: I looked upon it, and received instruction.”

“I’ve been to Hell and Back, Chazz Mendel. I have no quarrel going again.”

[Static forms once again as a brief shot of the cross encapsulates the arena]

Hart:  What the hell was that?!

Duran: It was Christian Roman, and he had some words for Chazz Mendel!

Hart:   And really, that’s the sane guy? Heretic’s the crazy one?

Duran:  He’s a man of faith, Robbie. At least he stands for something.

Hart:  Heretic stands for something, Jason. Nothing counts as something!

Duran: After months of anticipation, we are about to see a match that we haven't seen since Glory: Raymond Jacobson Vs. Chandler Dalmon one on one. Alot has changed between these two men since then. Chandler is riding off a pretty big winning streak. Raymond on the other hand is coming off a huge victory over Devon Dice!

Hart: But you are forgetting that is making this match different then the last time they faced. This time it is for Chandler's United States title.

Duran: That is right, you gotta believe that Jacobson has even more inspiration to overcome Chandler again. Remember he won the last singles match they had.

Hart: But don't forget the elephant in the room: JJ Carter!

Duran: That is right, some may say that Raymond Jacobson cost JJ Carter the title at Eye of the Storm.

Hart: Some may say? EVERYONE knows that Jacobson screwed Carter.

Duran: It could be possible he was trying to help!

Hart: Bull!

Dixon: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the cWo United States Championship. Introducing first, the challenger...

[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 "Image Of The Invisible" by Thrice. 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.]

Dixon: Weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds and hailing from Pittsburgh P.A: RAYMOND JACOBSON!

Hart: Does he look a little paranoid to you?

Duran: No, he looks prepared!

Hart: Prepared for JJ Carter to get some payback!

Duran: We should remind the fans that it seems that Chandler is trying to manipulate both JJ Carter and Raymond Jacobson.

Hart: And it's working!

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 and holding up his United States title then slinging it over his shoulder! 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 hailing from maybe Delaware, but probably New York, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is your cWo United States Champion: CHANDLER EDSEL DALMON!!!

Again, he cracks up at up at the parody of the "big wrestler" entrance that he sets up for himself. He takes off his hat and fadora and holds his United States title in front of Jacobson.]

Duran: And Chandler already with the taunting and teasing.

Hart: He is just reminding Jacobson of what he doesn't have.

[Chandler hands Aaron Blake the title and smiles at Raymond.]

DING DING DING

Duran: Raymond already out of the gates with shots to the cranium of Chandler Dalmon. Dalmon blocking but Raymond keeps persisiting. Jacobson showing early in that he wants this! He follows up with an irish whip that sends Chandler into the ropes. Jacobson telegraphs but Chandler stops right in front of Raymond and points behind him.

[While pointing and lookingn behind him, Chandler says "Hey JJ!" Raymond looks behind him, once he turns back around Chandler yells out "Boot to the head" and slams his boot into Raymod's cranium!]

Hart: And Chandler is doing what I think he does best: turning the momentum of the match around!

Duran: It is still early on Lance... wait... who is that?

Hart: Isn't it obvious?

[JJ Carter walks down the rampway, staring at both men with a passion. Chandler turns and smiles and waves at Carter. Jacobson then notices Carter too!]

Duran: With JJ Carter surveying the match, Chandler bounces off the ropes and hits a swinging neck breaker on Jacobson.

Hart: I have a feeling that we are going to see JJ and JAcobson team up on Chandler now.

Duran: Yeah... I don't think that is going to happen. If anything, JJ is out here to distract both men. Chandler goes for the pinfall now.

ONE

TWO

Duran: Chandler knows it is going to take more than that. He should know Jacobson by the back of his hand now. He pulls Jacobson up, but gets hit with several quick elbow strikes to his head. Jacobson, fighting back, hits Chandler with a step up enziguri! Chandler on his knees just in time to get welcome by missile dropsault to the back of the head. JJ just continues to watch these two men go at it.

Hart: Wait... did he just grab Chandler's belt off the table? That thief!

Duran: I can't really justify that, but you gotta admit it looks good around his waist. JJ yells to Jacobson to look at his gold. Jacobson foolishly looks over and yells at Carter. The minute he turns around, Chandler locks up, over powers him and sends him to the ropes. As Chandler runs the ropes, he stops when he noticed JJ wearing his title. When he turns around Raymond hits him with a guillotine backbreaker! RAymond with the pinfall!

ONE

TWO

Hart: YES! Can you imagine Raymond Jacobson wtih the gold?

Duran: Couldn't be any worse than Chandler with it. Jacobson lifts up Chandler again, but is taken by surprise by JJ Carter now on the apron swinging the title over the ropes. Raymond begins to yell at Carter, but from behind, Chandler rolls up Raymond.

ONE

TWO

Hart: NO! He had that one.

Duran: I don't think so. Chandler picks up Jacobson and yells "running powerbomb" and performs it on Jacobson! Chandler with another pin... but using the ropes for leverage!

ONE

TWO

Duran: NO! JJ actually helps JAcobson by pulling Chandler's legs off the ropes. Chandler looks over and starts yelling at JJ, who wasn't seen by the referee. Raymond Jacobson comes back with a hook DDT. Raymond points to his eyes and then to points to JJ. JJ just nods at him!

Hart: It's idiotic for these two men to be fighting. Whether it is one on one or more, Chandler is always going out on top. He is the puppet master right now!

Duran: Jacobson scoops up Dalmon and brings him down with a release dragon suplex! He follows up with a fist drop to the chest of Chandler. Jacobson hooks Dalmon's leg and the count begins again!

ONE

TWO

Duran: Chandler kicks as JJ jumps up onto the apron. Jacobson irish whips Chandler into the ropes inadvertently knocking Carter off the aprong.

Hart: I don't think that is a good idea. I wouldn't want to upset an ex convinct.

Duran: Jacobson ducks Chandler. Chandler bounces off and hits a roundhouse kick to Jacobson. BUT a pissed over JJ Carter slides into the ring and slams the UNITED STATES TITLE OVER CHANDLER'S HEAD!

[The bell rings as JJ Carter stands over Chandler and Jacobson begins to come to and realize what just happened. Chandler begins fighting but realized what just happened as Donna Dixon picks up the microphone.]

Dixon: Here is your winner by Disqualification: Raymond Jacobson!

Hart: That isn't fair!

Duran: I believe that is very opponent.

Dixon: Here is your reigning champion: Chandler Edsel Dalmon!

[Chandler slides out of the ring as Jacobson gets up just hearing what Dixon said!]

Duran: Bad stuff is going to happen as a pissed off JJ Carter attacks. Jacobson and Carter are trading blows now! And it doesn't seem like any official can stop them.

Hart: How can they? These men hate eachother!

Duran: I was hoping they would have found equal ground by now! But it doesn't seem like that is going to happen. And it seems like Chandler is enjoying IT!

[As officials hit the ring to break the two up, Chandler is at the side with the title over his shoulder. Sitting down he laughs and applauds both me who are beating each other down as the officials try to hold them back from each other.]

Duran: I think things just escalated between both men and Chandler manipulated them into it. I hope they understand that this is a misunderstanding.

[Before going to break, about ten officials try to pull the men off each other as the scene]

Duran: It doesn’t look like this one is even close to over!  We’ve got to take our final commercial break of the evening! When we come back, it’s time for our main event!

[The show returns to senior announcer Mic Benson standing in the ring.]

DING DING DING

Benson: The following Eye of the Storm rematch is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

Duran: This should be something to see!

[Suddenly, the arena turns pitch black and and over the loudspeakers, starting off quickly, are the riffs from Protest the Hero's "Heretics and Killers"]

They called me the man with the blood of Christ

HONESTYYYY

But tonight I drink with heathens and the finest blasphemies
In wine there's truth but in silence there's surrender
A screaming for the silence in stunned suspicious terror

[Smoke billows at the top of the ramp, forcing people to shield their eyes from the potency]

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

[As the smoke begins to clear, Christian pushes through the remaining shield and quickly moves towards the ring, with camera focusing on his back, littered with images of Christ and other religious icons.]

Benson: Entering the ring first, weighing in at two hundred and thirty four pounds. He hails from Belfast Ireland. Christiaaaaaan Roooooomaaaaaaan!

Duran: The eyes tell the story. Christian Roman's at his wits end with the troublemakers of cWo. We all are. All of us with some shred of decency, even you're becoming a bit disillusioned by it Hart.

Hart: You mean there’s a chance people find me indecent?

Duran: All I'm saying is you're not always sharing the popular opinion of the cWo fans. I myself used to draw myself closer to the people who would be in the opposite corner of this man. But not anymore, before Heretic's stock rose in the cWo, there was a grey area between black and white, and an argument could be made for either side, it's getting harder to defend some of the terrible people in cWo and the things they're doing...

[Once Christian Roman is settled in the ring, Saliva's "Superstar" hits the PA system. Fans cheer as Chris Michaels comes down to the ring, not as excited as his normal self.]

Benson: And his partner, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Roanoke Virginia. Chris Michaaaels!

[Michaels continues his way down the ring as Duran and Hart continue their conversation.]

Duran: Well there's a story to Michaels' involvement to this match Robbie. Let's take a look at what happened earlier today.

[Picture in picture shows HotShot in mid conversation in Tony "Totally" Awesome's office.]

HotShot: Listen Tony, you need to replace me. I’m not ready for this again.

Tony "Totally" Awesome: Since when Chris? I mean I realized you said you ended up being a little overmatched, but come on, this isn’t the Chris Michaels I know, not the one my brother told me about. I thought you were training.

HotShot: I am Tony, but it isn’t going to happen overnight. I can’t let Roman down like this again. You need to replace me with someone.

[Tony lowers his head.]

Tony "Totally" Awesome: I can’t Chris, they’ve got me by the balls and they’re not going to stop until they get what they want. I can’t replace you man. You’ve just got to go out there and be the HotShot of old.

HotShot: Damn it, what’s with you people and talking like that. I know that this isn’t going to work out real well for Roman. He’s not listening to me, he believes in me, and now you’re not listening to me.

Tony "Totally" Awesome: Awesome: I’m sorry Chris.

HotShot: Me too, me too. Damn it, you guys just aren’t getting it.

[Awesome pats Michaels on the shoulder and walks out of the room. We return to Michaels in the ring as he and Roman seem quite distant from each other while standing side by side, as they await their opponents.]

Duran: It seems as if Michaels did everything he could to get out of this match Robbie, he feels like he’ll be letting people down again. These are complicated times, and it seems a lot of people are trying to be more than just wrestlers to bring cWo back to its former glory.

Hart: Michaels seems to prefer sitting back and staying out of it.

["Fanfare for the Common Man" hits the PA system as the fans boo the introduction of Nick Dangerous.]

Benson: And their opponents...

[Nick Dangerous starts coming out with Chazz Mendel slowly following behind him.]

Benson: At a combined weight of four hundred and fifty seven pounds. Nick Dangerous and Chaaaaazz Meeeeendel!

[Fans boo as Nick continues down the ramp, Chazz Mendel stares at Roman as Roman returns the glance. Michaels stares down Nick Dangerous as Dangerous appears to be in his own world as he normally is.]

Duran: This is scheduled as a tag team match but rest assured there are four individual agendas here tonight.

Hart: After Nick Dangerous almost volunteered himself to cripple John Pilchard there's no way we're going to see the relationship between Chazz Mendel and Nick Dangerous make any more strides..

Duran: Nick Dangerous and Chazz Mendel are hardly recognizable without John Pilchard out here.

Hart: Do you think we'll ever see him again?

Duran: Lord knows where John Pilchard's head is at after being around Heretic for however long he's been with him.

[Nick Dangerous makes it in the ring as he stretches and prepares. Chazz stands at the corner behind him, as Michaels takes his corner, Christian Roman starts drawing closer to Chazz Mendel but Nick gets up and gets in his face. Roman tries to sidestep Dangerous, but Dangerous remains in Roman's face. Cameras catch Chazz shouting "looks like you have bigger problems to worry about right now."]

Duran: There's no question Dangerous and Roman are ready to go here.

[Aaron Blake gets between Dangerous and Roman as Roman backs into his corner.]

Duran: Bit of a surreal vibe around the arena after the things we've seen today. cWo fans we appreciate every one of you for sticking with us through these hard times.

DING DING DING

[As the bell rings Christian makes a sprint towards Nick Dangerous and takes him down to the mat with a spear.]

Duran: WOW! Roman speared Nick Dangerous down to the mat, catching him off guard!

Hart: Catching Nick Dangerous off guard?

Duran: Happened last week!

[Nick covers himself as Roman attempts to dig forearms into his head.]

Duran: This is match has a much different feel to Eye of the Storm already!

[Nick pushes Christian Roman off with a right palm to the chest, as Roman falls to a seated position, Nick rolls to his hands and knees trying to get to his feet, but Roman pounces on him and starts wrapping forearms around his temple.]

Duran: Roman wailing on Dangerous with some clubbing blows!

Hart: I can't believe the aggressiveness from Roman!

[Nick tries throwing elbows back to the ribcage of Christian Roman but Roman keeps slugging Nick across the face.]

Duran: This is just an all out fight, not a wrestling match.

Hart: The second fist fight Nick's taken part in today.

Duran: We thought the melee with Johnny Serious was heated.

[Nick is able to get to his knees while Roman assaults Nick from behind, Nick gets to his feet with a fired up Roman piggybacked on his back. Nick runs to the corner and slams back first into the turnbuckle.]

Duran: Oooh! What a desperate move from Dangerous. Effective but you can feel how badly he had to get out of Roman's grasp. You gotta wonder if Sean Pason is watching this.

Hart: If I were Pason I'd be hiding in a bomb shelter.

[Nick walks away from Roman, shaking his head trying to get his act together. He turns around to face Roman, and Roman tackles him down with another spear.]

Duran: Roman spears Nick Dangerous down again!

[Fans go wild as Aaron Blake gets fed up with close fisted punches being snuck in on Dangerous as Aaron Blake grips his arms around Roman and pulls him off of Dangerous.]

Duran: Blake's had enough.

Hart: I don't think there's anything Blake can do to contain the flared up tempers inside everyone in this match Jason!

[As Roman complies with the referees demands he steps off, as Nick Dangerous gets to his feet, Nick shoves Aaron Blake aside as he sneaks in a quick right hand by Roman's eye.]

Hart: What a haymaker!

Duran: Striking a blow to Roman's face, that was a well placed right hand.

[Roman's a bit hazy after that as Nick looks like he's been through a war already with his eyes glazed.]

Hart: Oooh, and a knife edge chop to Christian Roman!

[Christian becomes hell bent as he beckons to Dangerous to give him another.]

Hart: Has he lost his mind?

Duran: Ask and ye shall receive! Nick with another chop!

[Roman's in serious pain after another chop as he begs for another.]

Hart: He's getting some sick pleasure out of this!

[Roman asks for another, and Nick winds his arm back going for another haymaker, but Roman blocks it.]

Duran: Not so fast!

[As Roman goes to strike with his free hand, Nick blocks it himself and underhooks both arms of Christian Roman, digging headbutts into Christian Roman's chest.]

Duran: This isn't good!

[Nick continuously wears Roman out with multiple headbutts being driven into his chest, as Roman leans backwards into the turnbuckle definitely feeling the effects, Nick paces away from Roman as he starts to take off his wrestling tanktop.]

Duran: Nick's getting caught up in his work now.

[Nick comes back to Roman with his wrestling tanktop balled up in his left hand, Nick wraps his right arm around Roman's head and proceeds to bite him.]

Duran: Nick is biting him! He's biting on the nose of Christian Roman!

Hart: He's a sadistic animal Jason! You have no idea.

[Nick wraps his tanktop around Roman's neck as Blake starts a five count.]

Duran: Nick now resorting to choking!

[Nick grips the tanktop and pulls at it to toss Roman aside and onto his back.]

Duran: And just tosses him aside!

[Nick tags Chazz Mendel in as he places Christian Roman in a dragon sleeper, Chazz Mendel runs against the opposite ropes and dropkicks Roman in the chest.]

Duran: Well it looks like Nick Dangerous and Chazz Mendel have picked their spot and are damaging the chest of Christian Roman.

Hart: It's gotta be hard for Chazz to even cooperate with Nick Dangerous.

Duran: Hold that thought!

[Chazz goes for a pin.]

ONE

TWO

Duran: Only two!

Hart: Like I was saying, I can't believe we're even seeing teamwork from Dangerous and Mendel right now.

[As Chazz Mendel picks up Christian Roman, Roman becomes revitalized as he brings down Mendel with a double leg takedown.]

Duran: I'm sorry Robbie but Roman is still fighting!

[Roman obviously showing fatigue as he throws punches with all the spirit he can.]

Duran: Hitting Chazz Mendel with everything he has!

[Chazz slaps a fist away as he jabs Christian Roman in the throat with two thumbs, and Roman rolls off Chazz and clutches his throat, kicking his feet to the ground.]

Duran: A cheap shot from Chazz Mendel!

[Chazz stays on Roman as he applies a rear chinlock.]

Duran: Chazz Mendel with the hold now. Looking like he's trying to tear Roman's head off. A mutual hatred between these two spawned from two completely different outlooks on the way cWo shoud be.

Hart: I don't think you're gonna hear from anyone in the cWo but Heretic that cWo is the way it should be. But Christian Roman and Chazz Mendel have two very distinct ideas of what's right and wrong about cWo that there's no way to settle the dispute anywhere but in the ring, and oh boy can you feel the tension Jason.

Duran: I feel it and it's scary. I've never seen so many people in cWo so overcome with hatred for one another than right now. This match in and of itself is hardly scratching the surface. Roman showing signs of life now!

[Roman moves his arms up and down as he tries to force his way up, slowly making it to his feet.]

Duran: Can he get out of the hold?

[Roman gets to his feet, he reaches behind him and snapmares Chazz Mendel forward. Chazz Mendel gets up to his feet as he quickly charges Roman, who stops him with a fierce uppercut.]

Hart: Ouch!

Duran: Wow, you see a gob of spit from Mendel's mouth as that uppercut hit the spot!

[Roman goes against the ropes, but as he backs against them Nick hangs off the top rope, lowering the rope so Roman flips backwards overtop of it.]

Duran: Wait a minute!

[Roman lants on his feet as the fans cheer him going tit for tat outside of the ring with Nick Dangerous.]

Duran: Roman is still fighting! I've never seen him so inspired!

[Nick Dangerous quickly and aggressively pushes Roman backwards, Roman's back collides with the steel steps. In a refusal to back down, Roman gets to his feet and paces forwards away from the steps, when Nick back body drops him on the mat outside.]

Duran: Not a good landing for Christian Roman.

Hart: That might be enough to take the wind out of his sails.

[Nick picks Roman up and throws him in the ring as Aaron Blake tries to reprimand Nick Dangerous for his actions.]

Duran: Chazz Mendel back in the game thanks to Nick Dangerous. And he pins him!

ONE

TWO

Duran: He kicks out!

[Cameras catch Michaels gripping the top rope tightly with hints of guilt seen in his eyes.]

Hart: Is Chris Michaels even gonna get involved?

Duran: You can tell how out of place he feels. No one can change that but Michaels, he needs to dig deep and find some way to keep up with this new cWo.

[Chazz Mendel gets to his feet as he paces around an exhausted Christian Roman.]

Duran: Chazz now getting comfortable in his own pace after Nick Dangerous stepped in.

Hart: And what I was trying to say earlier is how surprised I am at Nick Dangerous and Chazz Mendel working as a unit, despite Nick Dangerous' determination to tear apart the man who brought Dangerous so far up the ranks in cWo to begin with, not to mention the man who's become almost the best friend Chazz Mendel has in cWo.

Duran: Only friend might be the proper word.

[As Roman attempts to get up, Chazz boots him in the face once he reaches a seated position.]

Duran: Oooh, what a brutal kick. But Robbie, one thing that's always stood out with Chazz Mendel and Nick Dangerous is their large egos, which breeds an incomparable need to win every match they have no matter what it takes. Which is almost admirable until you see the levels they resort to, to get that win.

Hart: Well right now it's practically two on one.

[Chazz Mendel squares in on Roman as Roman tries to get to his hands and knees with a kick to the stomache, and a strong quarter nelson to pin Roman.]

Duran: Just a rough kick there.

Hart: Here's the pin!

ONE

TWO

Duran: Still not gonna do it.

[Chazz Mendel starts picking up Christian Roman.]

Hart: I don't know what else Roman can do at this point.

Duran: It's like he said earlier, he's been to hell and back, and it's no problem for him to go back again.

Hart: This is almost beyond hell.

[Chazz, with Roman on his feet, scoop slams Roman.]

Duran: And Chazz slams Roman back down.

[Chazz then performs a lionsault.]

Duran: And a moonsault to Roman!

ONE

TWO

Duran: Still not gonna be enough!

Hart: It's like a higher power is helping Roman out just like whatever dark spirits have kept Heretic alive this long.

Duran: Are you rooting for Roman? Hart?

[Chazz Mendel sits up as he looks like he's got full confidence in himself now.]

Hart: I'm representing Lance Wilden tonight Jason. I'm not gonna support anything responsible for his mental condition!

Duran: Well at least some good can come of all this. But right now Roman needs something good to get him back in the game here.

[Chazz stands as he bends down over Roman, shouting at him, cameras can hear him say "they're all cheering for you! Be the hero! Be the hero Christian!" when he's suddenly interrupted with a swift boot to the top of the head, knocking Chazz into a seated position.]

Duran: Roman taking advantage of Chazz's cockiness in a big way! Both men are down, but are they out?

Hart: That was a hard, stiff kick, I don't know if Chazz even knows where he is!

[Chris Michaels' guilt overcomes him as he throws his hand into the ring and stamps his feet.]

Hart: Roman needs to make a tag bad.

Duran: Doesn't matter of Michaels isn't the man he used to be, he's still a man, he's still got heart, if he believes in himself he can do this!

[Roman crawls over towards Michaels, as Chazz crawls towards Nick Dangerous.]

Duran: Both men going for the tag!

[Fans cheer loudly as Roman climbs over..]

Duran: Roman with the tag to Michaels!

[Chazz then tags in Dangerous.]

Duran: And Dangerous is in as well!

Hart: Uh oh.

[Dangerous enters the ring, with the same expression on his face as usual, a look of focus as he walks down towards an uncertain Chris Michaels. Upon catching up with him Nick Dangerous sends a message quick with a slap to the face of the HotShot.]

Duran: Just disrespectful...The same kind of disrespect that prompted Sean Pason to knock his head off last week.

[Nick stares a hole through Michaels as Michaels struggles to make eye contact, looking defeated as he looks to the fans.]

Duran: Don't just stand there Michaels! There's an arena full of fans who want to see the man deep down inside!

[As Chris looks at all the fans he starts to rattle, looking like he's about had it with Nick Dangerous' disrespect, as he slaps Nick Dangerous back.]

Duran: There's the payback!

[Nick looks caught off guard with that slap, but before long Michaels slaps him again.]

Duran: And there's a tip!

[Michaels gets wound up as he slaps him again, and again, continuously as Nick starts to back away.]

Duran: He's slapping the hell out of him!

[Nick backs against the ropes and quickly bounces back, as Michaels brings him down with a back elbow.]

Duran: That's a lot more offense than Michaels got at Eye of the Storm!

[Michaels rushes Chazz Mendel and knocks him off the apron with a forearm.]

Duran: And something for Mendel!

[Michaels then delivers hard right hands to Nick Dangerous, backing him against the ropes again and whipping him off.]

Duran: And an irish whip to Dangerous. Dangerous comes back...

[Michaels brings Nick down with a hiptoss.]

Duran: Slams him to the mat!

[Nick holds his left hand to his back as he gets to his feet, but Michaels knife edge chops him back down.]

Duran: And a stunning chop!

[Nick gets back up, as Michaels sets him up for a vertical suplex. He hoists Nick up.]

Duran: Reversal!

[Nick spins out and lands on his feet behind Michaels as he puts him in a waistlock.]

Duran: Dangerous going for a suplex!

[Michaels hooks his leg behind Nick's stopping a german suplex attempt, and wraps around Nick with a waistlock of his own.]

Duran: No!

[Michaels pushes Dangerous towards the ropes, attempting to roll him up on a rebound but Nick clutches the top rope, sending Michaels rolling backwards and getting back to his feet, he tries to charge Dangerous again, but Nick connects a big boot to his face.]

Duran: And there's a boot to Michaels' jaw!

[Michaels stumbles back as Nick charges after him and brings him down with a discus polish hammer.]

Duran: And what a strike to bring down the HotShot! He pins him!

ONE

TWO

Duran: Out of nowhere but only a two.

[Nick sits Chris Michaels up, and hammerlocks Michaels' arm to his back, and wraps his right arm around his neck for a chinlock, and pulls Michaels to Chazz Mendel, Chazz tags Nick on the back, when Nick wrenches Michaels' arm.]

Duran: Tags Chazz Mendel in now.

[With his arm wrenched Nick shouts "KICK IT" at Chazz Mendel, and with all his strength he punts Michaels' arm.]

Duran: My god what a kick.

[Michaels' screams in pain, as Nick shouts "AGAIN."]

Duran: No that's enough.

Hart: Not for them it isn't!

Duran: Michaels with another kick to Chazz Mendel's arm!

Hart: Jeez..

[Nick shouts "AGAIN" but Aaron Blake puts himself in front of Chazz as he tells Nick to leave the ring, even Nick understands he's pushing it as he takes his hands off and rolls to his corner.]

Duran: Nick is out of there thankfully, and Chazz continuing where the two of them left off.

Hart: I don't know what Chazz and Dangerous presently think of each other but there's some good tag team work by the two of them.

Duran: That's a hard statement to argue.

[Chazz wrenches Chris' arm again as he lifts him to his feet, and while clutching his arm also places Michaels in a front face lock. He pulls him towards an empty corner, and leaps off the second rope, hitting a tornado single arm DDT.]

Duran: And a modified tornado DDT to HotShot!

Hart: Squaring on the arm there Jason.

Duran: After that vicious double team it only makes sense. And Chazz Mendel with an armbar.

[Chazz places Michaels in a short arm scissors as Blake gets in position to see if Michaels will submit.]

Duran: This could be it for HotShot. He made a giant step forward standing up for himself against Chazz and Dangerous but the odds caught up to him. Christian Roman rallying the crowd in support of HotShot Chris Michaels but will that be enough?

Hart: We can only hope. Whatever will bring cWo closer to normalcy.

Duran: I have a feeling we're a long ways away from that but a win for Michaels would be a good start at redemption.

Hart: He's kicking and fighting and trying to find those ropes, but Mendel has him well centered Jason.

Duran: He's fumbling for a way out, but Chazz is starting to hit his confident stride again.

Hart: That could be a benefit and a detriment, he's already got too comfortable before and Roman knocked his lights out.

Duran: It's difficult to call it a detriment now.

[Running out of options, Michaels tries to roll backwards to his feet, which he does successfully but Chazz keeps the scissors applied.]

Duran: Michaels looking for another way out.

Hart: Which could be even more strenuous on that arm!

Duran: It might be a necessary sacrifice, he's on his knees, he just needs to pull out!

[Sensing Mendel's grasp is too much, Michaels screams in agony as he hoists Chazz up in the air, lifting him up while in the short arm scissors.]

Duran: What strength!

[Michaels then drops him backwards with an electric chair drop.]

Duran: And just drops him! Something really gave Michaels a much needed feeling of rebirth tonight! Critics and cynics were left unimpressed with a win on Lord Crazy last week but Michaels wins tonight and he'll never have to deal with critics again!

Hart: You got that right.

Duran: And here's the pin!

ONE

TWO

Duran: Still just two!

[Michaels struggles to his feet, as Mendel struggles to his.]

Duran: The game will go to the first man to his feet now.

[Michaels then delivers a pained right handed punch to the face of Chazz Mendel.]

Duran: Michaels casts the first stone!

[Chazz responds with a right hand of his own.]

Duran: They're trading blows!

[Michaels again with a right hand, as he shakes the pain out afterward. Chazz retaliates with a kick.]

Duran: Michaels caught Chazz by the leg!

[Michaels spins Chazz around, Chazz spins a full three-sixty, and receives a superkick once he faces Michaels.]

Duran: SUPERKICK!

Hart: Wow. Michaels is definitely back!

[Michaels collapses to the mat, falling on his hands and knees as Chazz is out of it.]

Duran: Just get on him and get that three count!

Hart: He's just a pin away.

Duran: Come on Michaels!

[Michaels gets up on his knees as he strikes his arm back, and lunges towards a ready willing and able Christian Roman with a tag.]

Duran: He tags in Roman!

[Roman jumps on Chazz for the pin.]

Duran: Here it is!

ONE

TWO

[Nick is then in the ring as he breaks the count, hammering away on Christian Roman's back.]

Duran: Of course Dangerous won't allow them to win it.

[Roman powers to his feet as Nick and Roman trade blows back and forth, Nick overcomes Roman with stiff knife edge chops, sending Roman into the ropes, Nick goes for an irish whip.]

Duran: Roman with an irish whip reversal!

[Nick goes into the ropes as Roman chases after him, and clotheslines him over the ropes as the crowd goes wild.]

Duran: And Nick's out of there!

[Roman turns around and stamps his feet as he eagerly anticipates Chazz Mendel's recovery, he slowly gets to his feet, and Christian greets him with a kick to the stomache.]

Duran: He has him right where he wants him!

[Roman lifts him up for his finishing crucifix powerbomb.]

Duran: The Pains of Martyrdom!

[A relentless Nick Dangerous re-enters the ring, as he rushes against the ropes in front of Roman, Roman drops Chazz instead of slamming him in anticipation of Nick Dangerous, but Nick's too fast as he connects his strike on Roman.]

Hart: Dangerous Kick on Roman!

Duran: God damn!

[Christian falls back first on top of Chazz Mendel as Nick keeps a recovered Chris Michaels busy in a front face lock.]

Duran: Roman on top of Mendel!

ONE

TWO

[Chazz reverses the pin out of nowhere into a crucifix pin.]

Duran: NO!

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

["Tiger the Lion" hits the PA system as the fans boo the surprise victory.]

Duran: I can't believe it!

Hart: They were so close Jason!

[Nick quickly rolls out of the ring and walks away up the ring apron, Chazz Mendel exits the ring between the ring and the announce booth as he leans back against the announcers table. Michaels puts his hands on his head and looks on in shock.]

Benson: The winners of this match by pinfall. Chazz Mendel and Nick Daaaangerouuuus!

Hart: They gave it everything they had but Chazz Mendel and Nick Dangerous pulled it out again!

Duran: But this time the taste of victory isn't so sweet. In my opinion they got lucky this time.

Hart: Be that as it may they're still the winners.

Duran: True enough. I can only hope Chris Michaels doesn't beat himself up over this.

[Chazz Mendel starts laughing as a disappointed Chris Michaels helps bring Christian Roman to consciousness. Meanwhile Nick Dangerous is long gone, as Roman sits up, disappointed as well as he looks on at Chazz Mendel who can do nothing but laugh as Roman and Michaels come up short again.]

Duran: We're out of time this week with another unhappy ending, but hopefully..hopefully, cWo fans there's a light at the end of this dark and desolate tunnel. Please join us in the fight next week...

[The show closes at the fading sight of Chazz Mendel laughing over his victory.]