cWo presents Driven 43!
Live from the Gill Coliseum at Oregon State University in Corvallis, Oregon!
Thursday November 12, 2008
Thursday November 12, 2008
Intro
The cWo logo is shown and it begins to spin, but instead begins to catch fire. The logo is engulfed in flames and dissappears as Heretic's laughter can be heard. The entire screen erupts in flames revealing the usual Driven intro underneath. Sevendust's "Driven" begins to play as we see clips of the following weeks programs. Christiano is seen pacing to the mocking the fans. Then clips of him beating up on Starkiller and Andrew Phillips is shown. Then Christiano goes up into flames. A quick flash of Captain Magnificent saving a cat from a tree proceeds the mad cow taunting him on the rampway. Captain Magnificent unmasks the Mad Cow at Eye of the Storm, but Mad Cow image flashes on the screen before going up in flames. From ashes, Mr. Rich walks down to the ring with the interns. This is followed by a sad looking Andrew Phillips seeking down sulking being made fun of by Mr. Rich. A depressed looking Andrew Phillips appears in front of a blank screen. I AM DRIVEN appears on the screen but the word DRIVEN gets crossed out in red and replaced with a different word.
I AM DAMNED
The picture switches and Mr. Rich appears in front of the blank screen
I AM cWo
Then the screen goes up in flames again.
Mad Maddie double crossing spearing Brother Shabazz, followed Maddie betraying Estrogen Uprisng by spearing Jen Diamond! This is followed by Maddie getting pinned by Chastity McGavin. Next is Phantasy walking to the ring, followed by her getting V-20'ed by Chastity McGavin. This is followed by Chastity McGavin's entrance with Mary-Joe following her then shots of her various squash matches this is cut with footage of Jen Diamond's history with company and her squash matches over the last few weeks. Their compilation ends with Chastity and Diamond fighting with Mary-Joe in the middle at SITS! Then Chastity screwing Diamond out of the match at EOTS and pulling Jezebel over her. Then the two of them fighting and Mary-Joe getting pushed to the side. AFter that Lana Lexington's first appearance, being introduced by Tony Awesome is shown. But underneath a burst of flames, she is crying in the locker room over her loss. Evette is shown escorting Mr. Rich to the ring, then gaining a pin fall in one of her tag contests, then hitting the "Dirty Little Secret" on Lana. This is followed by her holding up the Women's title. A sad looking Lana Lexington standing next to a Jen Diamond is shown. Driven is once again crossed out.
I AM FLAWED
Flames flash across the screen revealing Evette holding up her Women's title front and center, behind her is the hulking silhoutte of Chastity McGavin.
I AM cWo
Clips of Devon Dice's first matches in the company are shown followed by his world title win and ending with him walking to the ring with an ivory tooth pick in his mouth after his gentlemen's make over. This is followed by clips of Raymond Jacobson hitting the RJA on several of his opponents. Then him making Devon Dice tap out at Eye of the Storm. But then him and JJ Carter shoving eachother back and forth. Next Pason is shown busting through the monumental structuren, then beating up on Thaddeus Walker at Eye of the Storm. Chandler Dalmon's first appearance as a member of BRATS is shown and then his re-birth followed by his alingment with the WGL. Then him pinning Josh Cantrell for the title is featured. Next JJ Carter's storied past is shown. First him battling with Roman, then the Wraith. Then him and Brother Shabazz taking on the Estrogen Uprising. And finally, him pinning Jacobson for a chance to win the United STates title, but then him getting pinned by Dalmon. JJ Carter appears in front of the blank screen.
I AM UNFORGIVEN
The screen then switches to Chandler Dalmon holding the U.S title over his shoulder.
I AM cWo
The screen then gets engulfed in flames once more.
Barret Hawk's first appearances are shown as well as Mike Logan's first match. The two men standing side by side during World War II and then Mike Logan holding a blow up doll with the name "Charlene" on it. This is followed up by Barret beating the living crap out of him. This is followed by several clips of Chris Michaels storied career! His title reigns and battles with Roman are shown. Even moments from his presidency campaign are shown. Then Michaels declaring to Pilchard and Fiasco that he will come back to cWo on his own terms and then his run in on the Driven before SITS! After that shots of Pilchard ridding the fed of Andrew Fiasco! Then Christian Roman's long cWo career is shown, featuring every title run and several matches with the likes of Notorious Jon and Chris Michaels. Next Nick Dangerous's long career is featured. His battles with Ryne Deth, Sean Pason, Cantrell and Serious is seen. Then him attacking Serious at Cyberslam, the several appearance of Pilchard and then Dangerous making his return. This is followed by Chazz Mendel during his title reign and his several pin fall victories over CBK. Him calling out Christian Roman is seen. This is followed by Christian and Michaels standing face to face with Chazz and Dangerous. Christian Roman appears in front of the blank screen.
I AM FORSAKEN
The image changes to Chazz Mendel with a smirk on his face.
I AM cWo
From beneath the flames Johnny Serious is shown holding the World Title which is followed by him holding the United States title. And then him raising his arm in defeat of Nick Dangerous. This is followed by Josh Cantrell's first few matches, then his battle with Nick Dangerous and then him winning the United States title from Jacob Baxter. Next up is Jacob Baxter talking to Tiffany Tolberg, then hitting the hooligan kick on several opponents and then him finally hitting the hooligan kick on Cantrell. The three men are shown in the cell at Eye of the Storm, a battered and bloody mess. The scene ends with CAntrell double crossing Serious and then pinning him. Serious appears before the blank screen.
I AM A TOY
His image changes to that of Josh Cantrell
I AM cWo
Heretic enters the ring with Jen Diamond and Notorious Jon, this then cuts to Heretic crippling Notorious Jon and then him holding down Jen Diamond in the middle of the ring! Then shots of him beating down Muru in an I Quit match at Glory! After that clips of him walking with Andrew Phillips children and then him confronting Phillips on the stage. Then Heretic pinning Phillips in the middle of the ring at SITS, then him holding the title! Heretic appears before the blank screen with the title over his shoulder!
I AM EVERYWHERE
Finally he is seen atop the cell, wacthing Baxter, Cantrell and Serious beating the crap out of eachotherHeretic appears in front of the blank screen again with the title!
I AM cWo
The whole screen gets engulfed with flames as Heretic's laughter is heard once more.
Pryos go off in the Gill Coliseum at Oregon State. The camera pans the crowd, mostly all dressed in college colors. Scattered “Go Beavers!” signs are seen among the usual signs. The camera stops at the announce table, where Joel Nelson sits next to Robbie Hart]
Joel Nelson: Welcome to Oregon State University, home of the Beavers!
[The crowd pops]
Nelson: I’m Joel Nelson, joined as always by the one and only Robbie Hart, and we’ve got a great night of action as we go into this weekend’s Will of the Warrior Pay Per View!
Robbie Hart: The Oregon State Beavers? That’s not exactly a ferocious mascot. I mean, doesn’t drive fear into my heart. Why not a tiger or a lion? Hell, even a Trojan or a Spartan or a Sun Devil?
[The crowd begins to boo]
Nelson: You’re gonna get us chased out of here before the show even starts!
Hart: Kids these days have no manners, Joel! I would never boo anyone when I was their age!
Nelson: Did you even have electricity back then?
Hart: Hey!
Nelson: Let’s get the action started!
Mike Logan vs. Giant Maxx
Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall... introducing first... from “Places Where Men Fear To Tread”... weighing in tonight at 404 pounds... GIANT... MAXX
[The lights dim and fog covers the entrance-way as the P.O.D. remix of “Aww Naw” by Nappy Roots begins to play over the P.A. system where we see Giant Maxx come out to a decent reaction from the fans, tossing a giant stuffed teddy bear into the crowd with Mardi-Gras beads around his neck. Giant Maxx tags hands with all the fans he can get to as he tosses the beads off of his neck to women in the audience, wearing a goofy grin on his face as he dances up the ring steps and climbs into the ring pumping his fists to the crowd as he waits on Mike Logan.]
Nelson: Giant Maxx is certainly quite the physical presence, but don’t let that fool you, he’s really a genuinely nice guy.
Hart: Well, you know what they say, nice guys finish last, and by the looks of Giant Maxx, I don’t see the guy finishing anything besides a turkey sub in his near future.
Dixon: And his opponent... now residing in Intercourse, Pennsylvania... weighing in tonight at 243 pounds... “The Canadian Gigolo”... MIKE... LOGAN!!!
[The lights go out and a strobe effect begins to go off as “The Stroke” by Billy Squire begins to play over the P.A. system as Mike Logan emerges with the blow-up dolls with the names “Chastity” and “Mary-Joe” on them while wearing his black, red, and silver rhinestone robe with a pair of sunglasses on as the fans mercilessly boo Mike Logan’s presence. Logan sets the blow-up dolls up at ringside and begins to dry-hump both of them in full view of the camera as he puts them down and gets on the ring apron, gyrating his hips to the crowd, who begins to boo and even throw garbage at him as he grabs a microphone and steps in the ring with a cocky strut to him.]
Nelson: Our censors might need to be on stand-by because there’s no telling what vile things Mike Logan’s gonna say.
Logan: Cut MY music!
[Mike Logan looks out at Giant Maxx and tries to keep a serious face but openly starts to burst out laughing at him.]
Logan: Is this a joke? You pair me against some fat blob of humanity that probably hasn’t seen his feet since he was a baby? Just what makes you think you can waddle your fat-ass in this ring and grace “The Loga-Conda” with your presence, hmmm?
[Giant Maxx starts to answer, but Logan takes the microphone from him and begins to yell at him some more.]
Logan: You know what, save your breath, hoser. You’re gonna need all the air you can get after I let some air out of that balloon of a body you have.
[Giant Maxx starts to pout at this point.]
Logan: Aww, what’s that matter? Big fat orca can’t take a joke? If you don’t like what I’m saying, then shut me up.
Nelson: Come on, this has gone far enough!
Hart: Well, it’s time someone told Maxx the truth.
[Mike Logan then abruptly slaps the taste out of Giant Maxx’s mouth and starts screaming at him again, except now Maxx’s face has contorted into anger.]
Logan: Do something about it, you fat fu-
[This time, Giant Maxx waffles him with a hard right hand, sending Mike Logan down on the mat.]
Nelson: Way to stand up to him, Maxx! And now, Logan tries to run against the ropes, but bounces off of Maxx’s shoulder. He’s gonna try again, but this tip Maxx caught him with the hip toss and is waffling Logan with a barrage of lefts and rights!
Hart: Well, I’ll be damned, Giant Maxx does have some fight in him after all.
Nelson: Look at Logan, practically begging off right now, but Logan goes up and is tossed to the mat for a scoop slam, followed by a running 400-pound elbow drop from Giant Maxx as Logan is writing in pain on the ground!
Hart: Come on, Logan, get up!
Nelson: Maxx picks him up and has Logan in a Bear-hug, just trying to squeeze the life out of the “Canadian Gigolo”. Logan’s starting to fade, but a desperation rake to the eyes evens things up. Mike Logan now with the Cobra Clutch applied to Giant Maxx and he turns it into a Russian Leg Sweep. Now Logan’s doing his trademark Logan Stomp all over Giant Maxx!
Hart: Atta-way, Mike! Stomp some of that air out of that big tub of lard!
Nelson: Oh, now look at Logan! He’s gyrating his hips to the ladies in the audience, who don’t seem to be the least bit impressed, but he doesn’t see Maxx back up on his feet!
Hart: Turn around, Mike! Turn around!
Nelson: WHAM! Giant Maxx just leveled him with that Axe-Bomber clothesline! Now he runs against the ropes and connects with the running splash! This could be it!
One
TWO
Hart: Whew! Mike Logan somehow found a way to kick out of that!
Nelson: I gotta tell you, I’m more than impressed by the way Giant Maxx has handled himself against someone like Mike Logan.
Hart: I wanna be, I wanna be Like Mike!
Nelson: Sure you do. Maxx is slowly working over Logan and he’s doing a darn good job of it with these stomps to him. Maxx now picks up Mike Logan and has him on his shoulders, but Logan’s hammering away at the temple of the big man and counters with a DDT to Giant Maxx. Both men are slow to get up, but it’s Logan getting to his feet first and Logan’s now firing boxing jabs at Maxx, wobbling the big man before connecting with a discus clothesline, sending him down. Mike’s pulling himself up in the corner and... wait a minute! Chastity is making her way to ring-side with Mary-Joe in tow.
Hart: Looks like we’re gonna get to see some foreplay before the pay-per-view!
Nelson: Chastity just grabbed one of the blow-up dolls and she POPPED it! She popped the blow-up doll and Mike Logan does not look too happy about it. Here comes a charging Giant Maxx toward the corner, but Logan ducks and the big man hits the turnbuckles chest-first, stunning him as Mike Logan grabs him in a neckbreaker and connects a modified “Ego-Stroke”! He’s gonna pin the big man now with his feet on the ropes!
ONE
TWO
THREE
Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen... here is your winner... Mike... LOGAN!!!
Hart: And the Canadian Gigolo escapes with another victory!
Nelson: Well, he may have won, but it doesn’t look like Mary-Joe and Chastity are done with him.
[Chastity and Mary-Joe begin to walk with the deflated blow up doll until they are stopped by Logan with the microphone.]
Logan: Ladies where are you going? Chastity, if you wanted to make me pop, you should have just asked. I say the three of us just cut to the chase and...
[Mary-Joe cuts him off.]
Mary-Joe: No, we are not going to cut to anything. Your harrassment of my client went way too far last week. Chastity is going to be coming for you at...
[Logan's eyebrow raises as she says this and the crowd laughs a little.]
Mary-Joe: I mean she is going to beat you...
[Logan looks even more aroused.]
Logan: Oh please stop. All of this talk of "coming" and "beating" is making me even more excited to get her in the up right position!
[Mary-Joe looks frustrated.]
Mary-Joe: Just grow up, Mike. I personally believe that the only thing you deserve is a restraining order from both of us. Chastity however, wants to face you at Will of the Warrior.
Logan: And I want her face somewhere on me at Will of the Warrior. I know she has been wanting to go one on one with me in the middle of the ring just as much as I have been wanting to go one on two with both of you in the bedroom. So, you have yourself a match.
Mary-Joe: Good...
Logan: Not so fast! I'll face lovely miss McGavin this Sunday, because she is a lady and she has been wanting it for weeks. But there has been something I have been wanting for weeks... actually months. I'll face her in the ring, but if I win, the two of you must spend the night with me in the finest motel room you have ever seen.
[Mary-Joe looks sick while Chastity is enraged and attempts to go after him, but Mary-Joe holds her back.]
Mary-Joe: You have to be crazy to think that she would put her virginity and me, my self respect...
[Logan cuts her off.]
Logan: I'm not talking to you, lady.
[Logan stares directly at Chastity.]
Logan: Chastity, baby, princess. I am talking directly to you. I know you. I know that competition is more than anything to you. I know that kicking my ass is a priority to you right now. You know that you can take me, don't you? Is that not worth putting your "purity" on the line?
[Mary-Joe begins to say something but Chastity holds up her hand to quiet her. Logan nods, knowing he is getting what he wants.]
Logan: If you really think you can defeat me in a match then it wouldn't matter either way.
[Chastity stands there, then nods her head in strong agreement.]
Logan: Great, sweetheart, you are not going to regret the day you made a deal with the Loga-conda. I promise.
[Mary-Joe follows Chastity screaming at her as she walks to the back looking very upset. Logan looks very pleased with what just had happened.]
Nelson: Folks, I’m getting word we have Tiffany Tolberg now standing by backstage for a special interview..
Introducing Elvis
[Tiffany Tolberg stands with a man who clearly does not look for in-ring competition. He's wearing a Hawaiian shirt and what appears to be wrestling briefs. A cigarette hangs out beneath his bushy moustache and he smoothens his comb over whilst looking Tiffany up and down beneath his aviator sunglasses.]
Tiffany Tolberg: I'm here with Elvis Hunt who I am told is a new competitor here in cWo but I'm not so sure that I've got the right guy her-
[The man nods, grabbing Tiffany Tolberg's wrist and drawing the microphone nearer to him.]
Elvis Hunt: Listen in, sweet thang, you gots the right feller here. Ya jus' overwhelmed by the sexuality tha's oozin' from muh pores. Uh-huh. Y'all jus' a li'l confused coz every other felcher breathed meatsack in this here neck o' the woods looks like they been chasin' parked trucks fer a livin'. Uh-huh!
[Elvis Hunt runs a finger around his left nipple as he speaks. Tiffany Tolberg is clearly disgusted by what she is seeing and tries to turn her head away. Hunt reaches out and grabs a hold of her chin, forcing her to look.]
Elvis: Don't be shy. I know jus' lookin' at me is stokin' the fire in yer loins. Aw Hell, girllll. We better call the life guard 'fore somebodeh drowns in yer panties coz you is gushin' so hard!
Nelson: Can you say that on television?
Hart: Elvis Hunt just did. Poor Tiffany can't keep her eyes off of Elvis!
Elvis: You like what ya see, doncha bitch?
[Hunt lets go of her wrist and gyrates his groin around, Tiffany turns away. He comes up behind her and takes a long sniff at her neck. He thrusts toward her with his groin but she dashes out of the way in the nick of time.]
Elvis: Ungh! I'm a conqueror! (thrusting his groin as he grunts) Ungh! I'm a conqueror! I'ma take cWo and push it's ankles behind it's head and f[BLEEP!]k it inta submission. UNGH! YA LIKE THE SEE-DUBYA-OH? UNGH! UNGH! UUUNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH! DOES YA LIKE IT ROUGH?
[Elvis Hunt stalks toward Tolberg, who is desperately looking around for some assistance.]
Elvis: cWo better like it raw coz I don't even spit on it. I'm the Bareback Barbarian, Tiff. Rougher than a turd after chewin' on chicken bones. Look at me Tiffany.
[Tolberg shuts her eyes tight, shaking her head, refusing to look at Elvis Hunt.]
Elvis: LOOK AT ME!
SLAP!
[Elvis delivers a stinging slap that immediately opens her eyes. Her hand presses to her cheek in shock.]
Camerman: HOW CAN YOU SLAP?!!
Elvis: Y'all better get used ta lookin' at this sumbitch befo' yer very eyes, Tiff, coz soon enough there'll be good in this here neck of the woods.
[He motions to his waist. giving a little gyration to his groin.]
Elvis: Coz the King of Kool is all over this bitch like syphillis on a hooker's va-jay-jay lips. The cWo is about to get infected. The Rough Rider is in the house. UNGH!
[One final thrust at Tiffany causes her to drop the microphone and scurry away. Elvis Hunt draws back on his cigarette and blows a plume of smoke at the camera as we cut back to Joel and Robbie]
Nelson: Well that overweight man is Elvis Hunt, cWo's newest competitor.
Hart: He's very charismatic, Nelson. See the way Tiffany Tolberg ran away to get some fresh air?
Nelson: Fresh air? She was clearly disgusted by this man.
Hart: You say "digusted". I say "infatuated". To-MAY-to. To-MAH-to.
Nelson: Either way, Elvis Hunt is one shady character and he's definitely someone who looks like they would do ANYTHING to get ahead in the cWo.
Hart: Get a "head"? I get it, Nelson. You old dog, you.
Nelson: We’ll be right back.
The mission
[We now head backstage to find J.J. Carter, Brother Shabazz, and another man in a green sweatshirt, all wrapping up mats after a prayer session in the locker room. Three copies of the Quran lie on a bench to the left of Carter. Shabazz meanwhile turns around and sees the camera crew which snuck up in the locker room.]
Shabazz: When did you guys come in here?
[Carter now turns to see the crew, the third man keeps paying attention to cleaning up.]
Carter: Ah. You guys are a couple of minutes early, but that is ok. We have finished up with our evening prayers.
Cameraman: [not shown] So, who is the third guy?
Carter: Farid, come over here a second. Farid is a great man, very wise. An Oregon resident himself...
[Farid turns around towards the camera, his sweatshirt showing the logo of rival University of Oregon. The crowd boos.]
Carter: Ah yes, I can hear the people booing off in the distance. It doesn't matter to him. I told him not to wear Ducks clothes in Corvallis, but he doesn't listen. Either way, he is a wise scholar and great man in the kingdom of Allah.
Farid: [in Arabic] Praise be the the merciful Allah, and to the supreme prophet Muhammad may peace be upon him.
Carter: [in English] Praise be the the merciful Allah, and to the supreme prophet Muhammad may peace be upon him.
Shabazz: Ladies and gentlemen, of Oregon and around the world, hear our words. We thank you for helping in the mandate of God. On Tuesday, November 4th, you have spoken. Barack Obama! Obama is our future, he shall lead America to its great destiny!
Farid: Milton, we have things to discuss with you. Jeremiah here was a bit concerned about your path.
Shabazz: Huh?
Farid: The past few weeks, I have been listening to what you have been saying. You have been taking this Obama thing too far.
Shabazz: No. This is God's mandate on earth. The black man shall reign supreme, the white devils will be punished for their sins against Arab and African.
Farid: But all people on the Earth are in the kingdom of Allah, the world is color blind. All peoples of the earth: brown, black, white, red, yellow... they are all Muslims. They all read the same Quran, they all pray towards Mecca.
Carter: Shabazz, hear me out. We have been friends for years, we have suffered a lot, we have seen the same cell blocks in the same prisons. I will be here for you, I will stand up and fight with you... tonight and in the future. I just disagree with your direction, with your guidance, with your thoughts. Barack Obama is a good man, I hope he will be a good leader for America and the world. But what you have made him out to be, the savior of all blacks and a mandate from Allah... that's just too far.
Farid: Have you been listening to Louis?
Shabazz: Farrakhan? Yes, I am a brother standing for the Nation of Islam. I am a freedom fighter for the black race. Obama is a sign from God, and we shall be blessed in the upcoming years. The messiah has spoken!
Farid: We respectfully disagree with you Milton, and you have a lot to learn about the true meaning of Islam if you want to consider yourself to be one of us.
Carter: All I really care about is our careers here man. Do not lose focus at what we are trying to do. We are trying to become champions, we are trying to become the kings of this industry. Do not let your political beliefs side track you from the mission at hand. Though I do say, whipping Jacobsen was a great idea last week.
Shabazz: I know what I have to do here. I shall not jeopardize our careers. I am a warrior, I will become a champion. I will prove that I am one of the most elite wrestlers in history. Soon, our day will come J.J., you should not ever think otherwise.
Carter: Come on, we got our match coming...
[The Connextion leave the locker room, as Farid walks over and picks up a copy of the Quran to read.]
Striking at the enemy
[The Mac Machine is seen out in the arena parking lot. There are a small group gathered around him as he speaks into a megaphone.]
The Mac Machine: WE ARE SUCCEEDING! WE ARE PUTTING A DENT IN THE USAGE OF ATMS!
[The small crowd cheers.]
The Mac Machine: Keep spreading the word, our purpose is hitting all around the nation. Over the past few weeks we've accomplished more than ever in the entire war. We still have lots of work ahead of us, please do not let your guard down, it's only time before they retaliate. So I have set up a little bit of a show for us today. This is going to send a message to the ATM world. WE CAN GET YOU NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE!
[The Mac Machine points to a crane which is holding an ATM machine high above the ground.]
The Mac Machine: Let the countdown begin.
Crowd and Mac Machine: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!
[The crane releases the ATM and it crashes into a car. Glass and steel all over the parking lot. The Mac Machine gets nervous.]
The Mac Machine: SCATTER!!
[The Mac Machine and the crowd start running out of the area. The camera zooms in the car. The license plate reads "AWESUM1."]
Nelson: Is that?
Hart: It couldn’t be Tony’s car… could it? Maybe it’s a model!
Nelson: I don’t think Tony Awesome will be too thrilled with The Mac Machine later.
Hart: The war between ATMs and Mac Machines has claimed another victim. When will it end, Joel?
Nelson: Hopefully soon.
Hart: For our sake, and the sake of our children, I hope your right. Obama’ll fix it.
Nelson: Well folks, let’s get back to the action! Up next we’ll be seeing two men who absolutely hate each other being forced to team up.
Hart: It’s not fair to Mr. Rich… making him team up with common scum like Barrett Hawk!
Nelson: Fair or not, this will be a tuneup for their match at Will of the Warrior against their recent attackers. Unfortunatly for them, their tuneup comes afainst two men who have been teaming in cWo for a long time now..
Hart: And have a lot of black rage! They WHIPPED a guy last week, Joel!
Nelson: This should be a good one! Take it, Donna Dixon!
Barrett Hawk & Mr. Rich vs. Brother Shabazz & JJ Carter
Dixon: The following contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall!
[Snoop Dogg's "Murder Was The Case" hits the PA system as the fans immediately react with boos. Brother Shabazz and J.J. Carter make their way out of the entrance way, paying no mind to their negative reaction.]
Dixon: Entering the ring first, at a combined weight of three hundred and ninety pounds, the team of Brother Shabazz and J.J. Carter!
Nelson: Fans none too gracious by Carter and Shabazz's presence, and I don't blame them a bit if you ask me.
Hart: These guys have gone loco Joel! Two weeks ago I thought it was just Shabazz who's gone bananas, but last week Shabazz met his match with Carter.
Nelson: Well Carter is nothing if not impressionable. Not always one to dance to the beat of his own drum if you know what I mean.
Hart: You mean he's gay?
Nelson: Heh, oh boy..
[Carter and Shabazz enter the ring as they await their opponents. Once they get settled "Money" by Pink Floyd plays over the loudspeaker, as the steady flow of boos continue to roll in.]
Dixon: And their opponents, first, he weighs in at two hundred and fifty four pounds. Hailing from New York City, Mr. Rich!
Nelson: Well since the downfall of our countries economy it seems like Mr. Rich's stock went down with it because Rich hasn't been doing too well for himself as of late.
Hart: Could be because he hasn't been bringing his smokin' wife to the ring for a while!
Nelson: From the way she acts I'd just as soon figure she's allergic to the ring to be honest.
Hart: Well she could break a nail.
Nelson: Oh that poor thing.
[Mr. Rich enters the ring. "Simple Man" hits the PA system as the spirit of the crowd rises, anticipating Barrett Hawk's arrival with enthusiasm as the intro passes. Hawk then comes out in his wrestling gear, donning his cowboy hat, not looking quite as enthusiastic as the fans cheering for him.]
Dixon: And his tag team partner. He weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds. Hailing from Sulphur, Oklahoma, he is Barreeeeett Hawk!
Hart: Why is Barrett Hawk such a downer?
Nelson: What do you mean?
Hart: Well here you are talking about Mr. Rich being on a downward spiral, but at least he's going down with a smile on his face. Hawk here, well I'll agree he's never been better, you couldn't tell it by the look on his face!
Nelson: Hawk's always been known to wear his emotions on his sleeve. And teaming with a guy like Mr. Rich can't make him feel completely at ease.
[Barrett Hawk rolls into the ring, as he gets to his feet, he tosses his hat aside to the crowd, gesturing with his hand the symbol of love while keeping eye contact on Mr. Rich.]
Nelson: You can tell it's Mr. Rich giving him that uneasy feeling.
[Mr. Rich talks to Barrett Hawk, looking as though he's strategizing with him, oblivious to Barrett Hawk's tepidness. Before Aaron Blake calls for the bell Brother Shabazz appears to have delivered a double sledge to the back of Barrett Hawk, Hawk stumbles forward into Mr. Rich, which pushes him back and outside of the ring between the middle and top rope.]
Hart: Oooh!
DING DING DING
Nelson: Brother Shabazz taking the initiative before the bell even rings! Delivering forearm shots into Hawk's back. I don't know what got into Shabazz but it's making him an intimidating and unpredictable force.
[As Mr. Rich climbs on the apron he applauds Hawk trying to get him back in the game as Shabazz tosses him by the hair into the center of the ring, using Shabazz's body for leverage Hawk pulls himself to his feet and attempts a snap mare, but Shabazz shoves him off.]
Nelson: Hawk into the ropes.
[Shabazz goes for a clothesline.]
Nelson: Dodges a clothesline.
[Hawk goes against the opposite ropes, on the rebound Hawk charges Shabazz, but Shabazz grabs him by the hair and tosses him over the top rope.]
Hart: He's out of there.
[Hawk grabs the top rope with both hands as he lands on the apron.]
Nelson: Not quite! He's up and-
[As Shabazz's back is turned, Hawk leaps up to the top rope trying a springboard attack, but J.J. Carter from his corner shakes the ropes, causing Hawk to tumble down on his head as the crowd lets out an "ooooh."]
Nelson: No!
Hart: That was a bad fall.
Nelson: J.J. Carter carelessly drops Hawk and Hawk's in a bad way here.
[Shabazz quickly covers Hawk for a pin.]
ONE
TWO
Nelson: Kickout at two, hardly two minutes into the match, Hawk's not gonna go that quickly.
Hawk: Quick, but not that quick.
Nelson: Brother Shabazz with a tag.
[J.J. enters the ring to the disapproval of the crowd as he begins sporadically stomping on Barrett Hawk.]
Nelson: It's worth noting that these two once saw eye to eye when the World Gentleman's League were running roughshod in the cWo.
Hart: It's gonna be a while before anyone sees eye to eye with Carter again I'll tell you that.
Nelson: He's an extremist to say the least.
Hart: On the flipside though you might not have a choice, you might get the whip!
[Meanwhile J.J. Carter brings Hawk to his feet, Hawk throws some blind punches to the gut that hardly cause Carter to flinch as Carter places Hawk in a headlock.]
Nelson: Carter with a headlock, smart move after Hawk's potential neck injury he may have after that fall. We could see a match decided with a headlock tonight.
Hart: Billy Headlock would have to get a name change if Carter's the one to do it!
Nelson: Hawk is giving Carter everything he has but Carter really seized the perfect opportunity. It was a nasty, underhanded opportunity but he took it.
[Hawk delivers some forearms into the kidney of J.J. Carter, but it just motivates Carter to squeeze tighter. Hawk uses all of his might to lift Carter in the air.]
Nelson: Come on Hawk!
[The crowd cheers in approval, hoping for a slam when Hawk goes for an atomic whip, but Carter lands on his feet.]
Nelson: Carter free!
[Hawk quickly wraps around Carter from behind with a waistlock, pushing him forward into the ropes, on the rebound Hawk attempts a backwards rolling pin, but Carter clutches the top rope, as Hawk is sent backwards, landing on his back, the whiplash irritates Hawk's neck, as he clutches his neck with his left hand he rolls up to his feet and charges Carter from behind again.]
Nelson: Hawk relentless but he needs to calm down right now. Carter just nailed him in the chin with that back elbow, if Hawk wants to change the momentum he's gonna have to slow down and use a more concentrated offense.
[Carter delivers knees to Barrett's stomache, bringing him more towards the center of the ring.]
Hart: What if the fall gave him a concussion Joel? What if he has no idea where he is?
Nelson: Then Mr. Rich should provide him the luxury of a tag.
[Cameras catch Mr. Rich continuing to cheer his partner, as J.J. Carter places Hawk in a front face lock, looking like he's aiming to suplex Hawk to the mat.]
Hart: Gotta give him some credit for his enthusiasm.
Nelson: I suppose I'll give him that.
[Carter lifts Hawk up for the suplex, but Hawk spins out and lands on his feet behind him.]
Nelson: Hawk escapes a suplex!
[Hawk digs his head under Carter's left arm, wrapping around his waist as he attempts a back suplex, but Carter delivers lightning right hands to his head.]
Nelson: But he's gotta be a little more defensive to get a good offense here!
[Looking in control with another headlock applied, Carter faces Mr. Rich's corner, he begins charging the corner with the headlock applied.]
Nelson: And J.J. Carter with a running bulldog! No wait!
[Hawk shakes out of the headlock at the last minute as he gives Carter a hard push into the corner, Carter lands seated on the seconded turnbuckle, taken back as his chest collides with the top turnbuckle.]
Hart: Carter just got stuck in the corner like a fly in a cobweb!
Nelson: And Hawk just seized the right opportunity and bought him some time to recover and perhaps get the tag!
Hart: Rich looks ready for it!
[Carter slowly collects himself as he gets one foot in the ring. Hawk slowly gets to his feet as Carter gets both feet in.]
Nelson: But did Hawk buy himself quite enough time?
[In a fired up last resort Hawk charges Carter with full steam, ramming his shoulder into Carter's gut so hard that Carter's backside squeezes between the second and top turnbuckle to the approval of the crowd.]
Nelson: Would you look at that!
Hart: He got speared so hard I think he may have had an out of body experience!
Nelson: Hawk's making every move count now!
[Hawk still looks to be collecting himself as he slowly pulls Carter out of the corner, only to hoist him into a seated position on the top turnbuckle.]
Nelson: Now this could seal the deal or break it.
Hart: What's he gonna do? Was falling off the top rope once not enough for him?
Nelson: Whatever he does from there, if he hits it, could be the deciding blow.
[Hawk climbs up to the second rope, as he prepares for a superplex.]
Nelson: Can he do it!
[Carter defends himself with right hands to the gut of Hawk.]
Hart: He's screwed.
Nelson: Carter was dealt some damage but not enough from the looks of it.
[Carter pulls himself from Hawk's grip as he headbutts him off the second rope.]
Nelson: Carter's shifted the momentum back in his hands. Disappointed as I am I'm sure glad we don't have to hear Shabazz shoot his mouth.
Hart: But this new attitude, Joel. It could be a game changer for the careers of these guys.
[The fans boo as Carter remains on the top rope, stalking over Hawk as he slowly rises to his feet.]
Nelson: This new attitude is bringing an uncharacteristic side out of Carter as he's going high risk!
[Hawk gets to his feet as Carter prepares a leap, but before he does, Rich pushes him from behind, as Carter instead falls crotch first on the top rope next to the turnbuckle.]
Hart: Ooooh it wasn't worth it! Nothing's worth that!
[Hawk on instinct dives for a tag as he tags in Mr. Rich.]
Hart: Mr. Rich accepted a tag!
[An outraged Brother Shabazz attempts to enter the ring as referee Aaron Blake switches his attention over to him.]
Nelson: Mr. Rich seizing the opportunity now.
[Mr. Rich gets in the ring and the fans cheer as he shakes the top rope up and down, applying further pressure to Carter's nether regions.]
Nelson: Mr. Rich clearly applying what he's learned from amateur wrestling here.
Hart: Of course!
[Mr. Rich then chops Carter in the chest, sending him falling from the top rope to the mat.]
Nelson: And a fierce knife edge chop brings Carter down.
[Still in the ring, a finally recovered Barrett Hawk puts an end to Brother Shabazz's distraction with a running high leg lariat.]
Nelson: And Hawk's back in the picture! This could be bad for Carter and Shabazz!
[Shabazz rolls out of the ring after the attack as Mr. Rich picks up J.J. Carter from the mat.]
Nelson: And Rich with a small package!
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING
Nelson: Questionable of a win as it was Mr. Rich and Barrett Hawk pull off an upset victory!
["Money" hits the PA system as Mr. Rich quickly gets up and raises his arms in victory, as Hawk is barely given time to react when Shabazz trips him from the outside of the ring by pulling his feet, and climbs in the ring to begin mounting punches on Hawk. Aaron Blake tries to pull Shabazz off of Hawk, but Shabazz doesn't go anywhere as he continues his assault, "Money" is quickly shut down as Mr. Rich exits the ring, the fans boo loudly as Rich takes his leave.]
Nelson: Shabazz being a sore loser here! Get off of him the match is over!
Hart: Well he has a good reason to be upset I'd say!
Nelson: This isn't the way to air your problems out!
[The fans mood changes quickly as Mr. Rich re-enters the ring with a steel chair in hand, causing Shabazz to roll out of the ring.]
Nelson: Did I just see what I think I saw?
Hart: I think Mr. Rich just turned over a new leaf!
Nelson: Mr. Rich just..did the right thing..
Hart: Well if you think about it, Rich needs to keep Hawk in good condition because they got a fight coming up this sunday.
[Cameras see an irate Shabazz back away from the ring without his cohort, as Mr. Rich pulls Hawk up to his feet, to the bewilderment of Barrett Hawk.]
Nelson: That's right, it's Barrett Hawk and Mr. Rich against Honest Griffin and his assailant friend Jenna.
Hart: Yeah because no one wants to lose to a girl.
Nelson: I think it's about more than that, especially with Black Hand involved, this Sunday is about survival for these two!
The gameplan
[The cameras cut backstage to Jason Duran, who's standing next to The Mendel Family. Reg, in his trademark suit, and Chazz dressed to wrestle, wearing the United States title belt around his waist.]
Duran: Joel, Robbie, I'm backstage with the first family of cWo, the Mendels. Tonight, Chazz, you have a match against Raymond Jacobson, but before we talk about that, I'd like to ask you about Christian Roman, and the strong words he had for you last week about your United States Title, and of course, Will of A Warrior.
[Chazz looks at Duran, but Reg grabs the microphone and points it at himself.]
Reg: Hey! Don't get ahead of yourself with the questions. We're focused on tonight. Christian Roman isn't tonight, is he? I've had Chazz focused on tonight's match, and that match only!
Duran: Alright, so Raymond Jacobson. He was in the United States title hunt before Chazz became champion at To Hell and Back.
Reg: And?
Duran: Annnd I was wondering what sort of game plan you two have in store for Jacobson.
Reg: Game plan? The only game plan my son has is dominance, and victory. If this Jacobson fella you're talking about was worth a damn, he'd have taken the belt like my son did. But he didn't. He isn't half the wrestler Chazz is, ya hear me? Chazz was World Champion before, and if he plays ball with me, and doesn't screw around like he's done before, I'm gonna bring him back there. It all starts tonight!
Duran: Chazz, if I may, after tonight, are you going to answer to Christian Roman?
[Chazz scoffs.]
Chazz: The only many I answer to is standing beside me. I kind of have to, you know? But as far as Christian Roman's concerned, we've only got a few days before Will of A Warrior, and the time for talking is over. I've preached to the masses, and I've brought every shred of evidence I could to light. But I've come to just one realization. Actions speak louder than words. [Chazz looks directly into the camera.] And at Will of a Warrior, Christian... You better do some hard praying. Light a candle, do whatever the hell it is that you do. But just know that this time, MY WILL BE DONE.
[Chazz walks off followed closely by Reg.]
Wanting What's Right
[Jason Duran is backstage standing next to Lana Lexington dressed in street clothes. She stares off beyond Duran with her hands on her hips as Jason Duran begins to speak]
Jason Duran: I’m joined backstage with Lana Lexington. Lana, we know you have this week off, after a string of matches that must have been frustrating for you. With Will of the Warrior coming up this Sunday, what are your plans for your business with Jen Diamond and Evette?
[Lana pauses for a moment and shakes her head before she begins to speak]
Lana Lexington: My plans are clear, Jen Diamond neither beat nor defeat me last week. Evette thought she could outsmart the two of us, prancing her street walking keester out there to distract us! Something tells me, she’s only made things worse for her.
[A puzzled Duran interjects]
Duran: What do you mean?
Lexington: I know Jen Diamond isn’t pleased either, and I may have to visit Uncle Tony…[sighs] “Totally” Awesome…to make sure this mess is all sorted out for the greater good of everyone! This isn’t me using my clout to get my way. This is me making a demand for things to be fair and I think he’ll see things my way. I have the will of a warrior, it’s a will that’s kept me going through all the mud and dirt I’ve been dragged through since I came here. It’s a will that keeps my spirit strong and fighting. It’s a will that Evette or even Jen Diamond could break if they wanted to! I’m gonna get my shot and Evette’s time of Lexi-cution will come on Sunday! I’ll leave her laying on her ass and crying…
[Lana nods her head and immediately walks off and down the hallway as we cut back to Joel and Robbie.]
Nelson: We’re back, and it’s time to dive right back into the cWo action, as the US Champion squares off in a non-title match with Raymond Jacobson!
Hart: It might be Jacobson he’s in the ring with, but you know he’s thinking about Roman! Look for him to send a message tonight!
Nelson: I’m sure Raymond Jacobson is looking to send a message as well, and this should be a good one!
Non-title match
Chazz Mendel vs. Raymond Jacobson
Chazz Mendel vs. Raymond Jacobson
[The lights in the arena quickly cut to black as we begin to hear the sound of “Image Of The Invisible” by Thrice. The lights begin to flash along with the beat of the music with a blue and purple tint. As the lyrics kick in we begin to listen as we watch Jacobson walk out on the stage. As Jacobson walks down the ramp he slaps the hands of the fans as he passes by. As he gets to the bottom of the ramp we see him singing along with the music.]
We all were lost now we are found
No one can stop us or slow us down
We are the named and we are known
We know that we’ll never walk alone
We’re more than static and dial tone
We are the image of the invisible
We’re emblematic of the unknown
We are the image of the invisible
So raise the banner, bend back your bows
We are the image of the invisible
Remove the cancer, take back your souls
We are the image of the invisible
Hart: Wow, Raymond Jacobson really loves his entrance music, doesn’t he?
Nelson: Can’t say I blame him. It’s catchy, and it appeals to his target demographic.
Hart: Oh yeah, THOSE people…
[Jacobson continues to make his way around the ring still singing along slapping the hands of the fans at ringside. Once he returns to the end of the ramp way he runs and slides under the bottom ropes before getting to his feet and walking over to a corner and looking out to the fans through his sunglasses. A smirk once again crosses his face as he takes off his glasses and throws them out to the crowd. Jacobson jumps off the ropes twisting and performing a summersault from the second rope getting up to a knee as the fans cheer. Jacobson gets to his feet and awaits the introduction.]
Dixon: And his opponent! He hails from the STEEL City of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.. weighing 231 pounds, he is “YOUR NEW DRUG OF CHOICE” RAYMOND…...JACOBSON!
[As the music and video cut out Jacobson uses the ropes to stretch.]
Nelson: After a stunning display of aerial acrobatics, Raymond Jacobson is ready for his opponent, Chazz Mendel.
Hart: Stunning aerial display? He failed! He landed on his face, and then got up to a knee! REAL high flyers, like Chazz Mendel for example, would have landed on their feet like they’re supposed to.
Nelson: Maybe so, but it didn’t stop the fans from enjoying it!
[The crowds starts to boo as the introduction to “Tiger the Lion” by The Tragically Hip floats out the PA system. Gord Downie’s voice croons over the music.]
“This is Tiger The Lion…”
“Give me the knuckles of Frisco…”
“If there’s danger in the language, Gentlemen…”
“I suggest no further use of the two way radio…”
[The song kicks in and Chazz Mendel walks out onto the stage with his father, Reg, in tow.]
Dixon: Making his way to the ring accompanied by Reg Mendel, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds… He is the cWo United States Champion. The Villian of the Year…. CHAAAAAAAAZZ MENDEL!!!
[The Mendels make their way to ringside, with Chazz sliding in under the bottom rope while Reg applauds his son.]
Nelson: Earlier tonight, Chazz Mendel said that he was going to send a message to Christian Roman. One has to wonder if Raymond Jacobson is going to be a part of that message, or will he be delivering it later since we’ll be seeing Christian Roman facing Tripp Whipwreck in tonight’s main event?
[Chazz takes the US Title from around his waist, and hands it to his father. Reg starts to make his way to the commentators table.]
Hart: Being the good friend of the Mendel’s that I am, I’m privy to certain information. And I have been assured by Reg himself that Chazz is focused on the task at hand, and if he isn’t, and I’m quoting, “Or so help me…” aaaand I can’t really repeat the rest.
[The referee checks Chazz’s boots and kneepads for foreign objects.]
Nelson: Well, we have the Mendel family patriarch sitting with us now for a little commentary. Reg, good evening.
Reg: What is this? The zebra isn’t gonna check the other guy?
Nelson: Well, in Raymond Jacobson’s defense, Chazz Mendel has a history of using foreign objects to gain an advantage.
Hart: Lies! For the record, I never said a thing about em! The only weapons I see are the guns he calls biceps! Yeah! Chazz is great.
[Robbie laughs nervously.]
Reg: What’re you trying to do, pal? Butter me up? I ain’t one of those queers! If this is your way of asking me out on a date, I’ll punch your damn lights out!
Hart: Sorry, Reg…
[Referee Aaron Blake calls for the bell.]
DING DING DING
[Both men come out of their corners and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Chazz quickly takes the advantage, spinning Jacobson around and getting in a waistlock.]
Nelson: Chazz Mendel with the early advantage with that rear waistlock. Jacobson is looking for the elbow, but Chazz wisely keeps his head out of harms way.
[Jacobson puts a leg around Chazz’s and takes him down with a drop toe hold, then immediately floats over and locks in a reverse headlock.]
Nelson: Great chain wrestling early on by Raymond Jacobson with that drop toe hold to headlock combination.
Hart: Eh, it wasn’t that great.
[Jacobson starts to wrench in the reverse headlock, bringing Chazz to his feet. Jacobson quickly rolls Chazz up into a small package.]
Nelson: Small package!
ONE
TWO
[Chazz kicks out.]
Nelson: Kickout at two!
Hart: That was barely two! More like one and a half!
Reg: If that! I’m not liking this. If I gotta get in there so help me…
Hart: Easy Reg!
Reg: I didn’t know we were on a first name basis!
Hart: Uhh, I mean easy Mr. Mendel. Your son probably has everything under control.
[Jacobson and Mendel both get up at the same time, but Jacobson is quick to apply the reverse headlock again.]
Nelson: Raymond Jacobson is really working the neck of the United States Champion with that reverse headlock.
[Chazz runs Jacobson into the corner.]
Nelson: And with a burst of energy Chazz Mendel slams Raymond Jacobson back first into the corner. The shoulder of Mendel driving into Jacobson’s midsection.
Reg: Atta boy!
[Chazz grabs the middle rope and slams his shoulder into Jacobson’s midsection again.]
Nelson: Oooh! And another vicious shoulder to the midsection by the US champ. You can hear the air leaving Jacobson’s lungs after each of those shots.
[Chazz turns and takes a step toward the middle of the ring before charging in again but Jacobson gets his foot up in time and .]
Nelson: Chazz went to the well one too many times and paid for it with that boot to the face!
Reg: Damnit!
[Jacobson steps through the ropes, onto the apron as Chazz stumbles in the ring, holding his jaw.]
Nelson: Raymond Jacobson is going to go high risk!
[Jacobson springboards to the top rope as Chazz turns to face him. Chazz grabs Jacobson as he’s about to springboard, and powerslams him to the mat.]
Nelson: Wow! Chazz shifts the momentum completely in his favor with that powerslam! Jacobson isn’t known for his high flying ability, being a technical wrestler, but when you’re going against a man like Chazz Mendel, you have to take risks to succeed.
Hart: Yeah, too bad he failed! Ha Ha! Uh, I mean. Good thing he failed, right Mr. Mendel?
Reg: Of course it was. No son of mine would lose t.
[Chazz goes for a pin.]
Nelson: Lateral press! Chazz has the leg hooked!
ONE
TWO
[Jacobson kicks out.]
Nelson: Jacobson kicks out at two as well.
Reg: And just what the hell was that? I was in the middle of a sentence!
Nelson: I was hired to call the action, and action is what I’m calling.
Reg: Well alright then. You go get em.
Nelson: Thank you.
[Chazz grabs a handful of Jacobson’s hair as he tries to get up. Chazz throws him into the ropes chest first, throwing a forearm to the lower back as Jacobson comes off the ropes.]
Nelson: Chazz is keeping his advantage by laying a forearm shot to Raymond Jacobson’s lower back and spine.
[Chazz spins Jacobson around and attempts a suplex, which is reversed.]
Nelson: Quick reversal now.
[Jacobson lands a stiff left kick to Chazz’s right leg, and another quick kick to Chazz’s left leg before sending Chazz into the ropes.]
Nelson: Jacobson’s in control omentarily with that Irish whip.
[Jacobson telegraphs a headlock, and Chazz hooks him and takes him down with a snap suplex.]
Nelson: Snap suplex by The Villain of the Year! Chazz still has the hold locked in, bringing Ray Jacobson back to his feet.]
[Chazz lets go, but immediately wraps his arms around Jacobson, locking his hands behind Jacobson’s back.]
Nelson: Picture perfect Northern Lights Suplex by Chazz Mendel! Look at that bridge!
ONE
TWO
[Jacobson kicks out.]
Nelson: And Your “new drug of choice” kicks out after a two count!
Reg: Is THAT what that peckerwood calls himself? No wonder Chazz can’t beat him, that kid’s riding the white pony!
Hart: That has to be it! There’s no way he could last this long against Chazz Mendel without being on SOMETHING!
[Chazz brings Jacobson to his feet. But is met with a punch to the midsection.]
Nelson: I’m fairly certain that there’s no way Jacobson could be in the ring right now, not with the strict policy the cWo has on illegal drug use.
[Jacobson irish whips Chazz again.]
Hart: Maybe so. But you did say that he needed to take extra risks. That sounds like risky business to me!
Reg: Ahh shut up! You two nag worse than a couple of old bags. My son is losing… AGAIN.
[Chazz rebounds off the ropes. Jacobson sends Chazz high into the air.]
Nelson: Flapjack by Jacobson!
[Chazz catches Jacobson on the way down with a Dangerous DDT!]
Nelson: Did you just see THAT?!?! Chazz Mendel just planted Raymond Jacobson on his head with a Dangerous DDT out of that flapjack! Jacobson stood a little too close, and when he tried to shove Mendel down, Chazz made him pay by hooking him and dropping him with that Dangerous DDT! That has to be all she wrote!
Reg: That’s the way, Chazz! Now pin him, damnit! Get over there and cover him! Go!
[Chazz looks in the direction of the commentary table, then quickly covers Jacobson.]
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING
Dixon: Here is your winner, The cWo United States Champion, CHAAAAAZZ MENDEL!!
[Referee Aaron Blake raises Chazz’s hand in victory as Tiger The Lion kicks in. Reg applauding is picked up from his headset.]
Reg: Nobody can stop my kid, you hear me? Nobody!
[Reg takes off his headset and grabs the US title, heading for the ring.]
Nelson: Well it appears that Reg Mendel is happy for his son for once. If only omentarily.
Hart: As he should be! Chazz just did what all Mendels do, WIN.
[Reg steps into the ring, and immediately shoos the referee away. Reg holds his son’s hand in the air, and holds the US Title in the air with the other, much to the chagrin of the fans.]
Nelson: Well, we’ll see what happens heading into Will of a Warrior, where, earlier tonight, the United States Champion made it offical that he would be defending his belt against Christian Roman.
Hart: Roman has no chance! He should give up while the giving’s good! A Mendel on a winning streak like Chazz is on, he’ll be unstoppable come Will of A Warrior!
The WGL Explodes!
Thaddeus Walker sits backstage listening to the radio and puffing on a pipe. Suddenly, The ChED enters the room in a hurry. He looks at Thaddeus and frowns.]
The ChED: I was told there was a sale on Frisbees!
[ChED holds up a paper reading “For sale: those flying plastic saucers you so enjoy]
The ChED: You lied to me!
[Thaddeus stands up and puts his pipe down.]
Thaddeus Walker: With good reason, my good man. It appears there has been a misunderstanding...
[The ChED sighs.]
The ChED: Don't make this harder than it has to be...
[Devon Dice enters the room and then looks confused, but then angry.]
Devon Dice: You guys!? I was told that my certification as a Hall of Famer came through here.
Thaddeus: Good... you are both finally here.
[The three stare eachother down Mexican stand off style.]
Dice: Because you tricked us, just like the two of you tricked me into joining your crusade.
The ChED: I didn't even care enough about you to want you on any crusade.
[Thaddeus puts his hands on both of their shoulders, both men turn away.]
Thaddeus: There has been a misunderstanding here boys. That is why I created a way to help fellas mend their problems with each other. Feelings are for women, but I felt we could clear the air in what I have called “an intervention”
The ChED: We don't need an intervention. You just need to understand that the World Gentlemen League is no more.
Dice: Yes, just realize that it is dead and buried.
Walker: Applesauce! The World Gentlemen League still exists... It exists in the heart of every child smoking a cigarette for the first time, it exists in mind of every dame who can’t cook dinner fast enough, and it exits in feet of the negros when they tap dance. I will be a Gentlemen until the remainder of my days.
Dice: I'm leaving, this is ridiculous.
The ChED: I need to go get advice from Chazz, an actual friend!
[Thaddeus gets in the way.]
Thaddeus: That is it, fellas! You’re acting more like palookas than gentlemen!
[Thaddeus looks at Dice.]
Thaddeus: You are hereby ejected from the World Gentleman League, Robit!
[He then looks over at Chandler.]
Thaddeus: You, Scholar, you are to be put on probation. The only way to get off probation is to go into the deep dark jungles of Africa to find a rare Dodo egg and then...
[The ChED walks away with Dice following him.]
The ChED: Fine by me! Have a good life.
[Dice stops The ChED from leaving.]
Dice: No, I'm not letting either of you leaving without getting paid back for the months of mine you wasted.
The ChED: I am way beyond both of you.
[The ChED all of sudden gets smacked with Thaddeus's glove. Dice turns back around to get hit by the glove as well.]
Thaddeus: That is it for both of you. I challenge both of you to a duel. Years ago, I created a match where three men enter and only one leaves the winner. I must adopt that match again, but I will combine it with another one of my creations... the Donnybrook.
Dice: If we are doing this, I want a say in this as well. I want the chance to defeat both of you. I demand that it be an elimination match.
The ChED: Those are both re-hashes of old ideas, you guys really aren't original are you? It is up to me to add to this match to make it interesting and worthy of mine and the people's time. To be able to pin an opponent, the pinner must have touched all four corners of the ring.
Thaddeus: What? Those are Totally Nonsensical Actions!
The ChED: Too deep for you?
Thaddeus: Nothing is too deep for Thaddeus Horatio Walker! Then it is set! Since the three of us are like three sticks of dynamite just waiting to go off, I shall name this match "The WGL Explode" match.
Dice: Fine! I'll you guys on Sunday!
[Devon Dice leaves the room.]
The ChED: I can't wait to rid myself of both of you.
[Chandler then leaves the room as well, leaving Thaddeus alone with himself.]
Walker: Scallywags!
[As the show comes back on the air, the crowd is cheering as “Superstar by Salivia plays on the speakers.]
The ChED vs. “The Hot Shot” Chris Michaels
Nelson: We’re back, and we’re gonna get right into it, as “The Hot Shot” Chris Michaels is on his way to the ring!
[“HotShot” Chris Michaels comes from behind the curtain and the crowd goes nuts.]
Hart: Well, old man Michaels thinks that he can go wherever he wants, whenever he wants. Sadly, after all these years, no one has thought to tell him no. Maybe he’s decided against wresting the Ched tonight, that’d be the best move he’s made in years.
Nelson: Well, after two weeks of attacks at the hands of his friend Muru, maybe Michaels is finally going to show some life.
[Michaels makes his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans. He gets in the ring and takes the mic from Mic.]
Hart: Wake me up when this is over, he’s got a habit of going long.
HotShot: Ya know, I’ve been in this business a lot of years.
Hart: A WHOLE LOT!
HotShot: And maybe I’m just losing touch with some of the young guys today, but when I was coming up in this business, if you wanted to fight someone you just came out and challenged them to a fight. You slapped them in the face and put up your fists. When it was all over, you figured out who the better man was and you went on to the next town and did it again. It doesn’t seem to be like that anymore. Now, you get smashed over the head with a chair, or hit in the head with a baseball bat. And it’s all without warning.
Hart: Oh boo hoo Michaels.
HotShot: Muru, I wanted to help you. You and I have traveled up and down these roads together for a lot of years. I know you, I know your family and I know what kind of guy you are…or used to be. You used to be a stand up guy, a guy I knew I could go to battle with. But something changed in you kid. Something’s different. I decided I was going to try to see through it and try to help you battle whatever these demons are, but you shoved my hand away. No problem. But then Muru, you decided to take it a step further, you decided to try to make an example out of me, you beat me in the head and THEN you challenged me to a match. *laughs* What do ya figure, the old man’s just gonna go away? You should know better than that kid. I’m the “HotShot” Chris Michaels, I’ve beat them all! When you were a kid watching me on TV, I was the guy fighting Notorious JON [huge crowd pop], Christian Roman, Mavis, Chris Cypher [massive pop], Dade Davis [pop turns to boos.] The guy that did this to you, Heretic…I was here when he was carrying Jon’s bags! I was the guy filling these arenas, and you think you can take ME out? Nuh uh, I don’t think so kid.
Nelson: I think Michaels has had enough of Muru.
HotShot: So Brian, yeah, I’m gonna call you Brian, you want to try to take the “HotShot” down, you want to try to put me out to pasture? You want to try your luck at Will of the Warrior? No problem kid. You’re on. And Chandler Dalmon....Ched, whatever the hell you're calling yourself. You don't know what you've gotten yourself into pal, I'm the "HotShot" Chris Michaels, still one of the biggest names in this business, and tonight, you get to find out why!
[Michaels drops the mic as “Superstar” begins to play again and Michaels starts pandering to the crowd.]
Nelson: It’s official, Michaels vs. Muru for the first time in history!
Hart: Good for Muru, I hope he finally shuts Michaels up once and for all.
The lights in the arena dim as only light in the middle of the ramp shows as "Princes of the Universe" by Queen screams over the P.A and a figure begins to elevate from beneath the rampway.]
Here we are, born to be kings
We're the princes of the universe
Here we belong, fighting to survive
In a world with the darkest powers
[The song picks up as the figure hits ground level the lights go up and a smiling Chandler Edsel Dalmon, The ChED stands on the rampway as fireworks shoot out from the ceiling and hit the sides of the rampway around him. Then pyro shoots out from all sides of the cWo tron. Finally doves fly out.
Hey...
And here we are
We're the princes of the universe
Here we belong, fighting for survival
We've got to be the rulers of your world
[Chandler raises his arms in front of the cWo tron as the words "Champion of the People" flashes on it. He walks to each side of the walkway and says "your welcome" to his onlookers.]
Oh!
I am immortal
I have inside me blood of kings [Yeah, yeah!]
I have no rival
No man can be my equal
Take me to the future of new earth
[The ChED climbs up the steel steps and lifts his arm out to his fans as he is booed. He hops up onto the turnbuckle and raises his arms up to the air as fireworks shoot off from the rafters. He jumps into the middle of the ring.]
Born to be kings, princes of the universe
Fighting and free, got your world in my hand
I'm here for your love and I'll make my stand
We were born to be princes of the universe
No man could understand
My power is in my own hand
[Chandler goes on his knees and raises his arms out again with a wide smile on his face. He stands back up and then mouths the words "My pleasure" to his fans.]
Nelson: As The ChED is being booed Chris Michaels does not look very impressed with Dalmon's entrance.
Hart: It looks like "The Champion of the People" is going to give us some insight.
Nelson: Just great!
[Chandler paces around the ring with the microphone while not looking at his opponent.]
The ChED: My people, apparently I am a very busy man. Not only do I fight for you... even though you chose the wrong President... anyone with a brain can tell you that Ralph Nader was the right choice! But still I fight! Ontop of that I have a match this coming Sunday against my former associates, Devon Dice and Thaddeus Walker. One is old school cWo... the other is just oldschool. Yes, that is right former world champion Devon Dice... although no one remembers that glorious month and Thaddeus Walker, a deluded fool. For you my friends, I rid the cWo of these men. Speaking of old...
[Chandler turns towards Chris Michaels.]
The ChED: That brings me to you would be Mr. President! I know you... hell, I watched you and admired you when I was in High School. You might have been the reason I randomly had the idea of getting into this business despite being rich enough not to need to. Let's face facts though, you are old. You are an old man with old thoughts and old opinions. I know that you aren't impressed by me. I saw your face when you looked at my overly elaborate entrance. I'm sure you cringe when you hear me talk. Is that a sign that I am not up to old cWo standards? No, it is a sign you are not up to NEW cWo standards. And I don't mean the "The returning cWo from almost two years ago. I mean the new cWo under great names such as Chazz Mendel and Chandler Edsel Dalmon, THE CHED... So I suggest that you take your...
[The ChED doesn't finish his statment as he walks right into a superkick from Chris Michaels as the microphone slides out of his hand.]
DING DING DING
Nelson: This one is off to a postive start as Chris Michaels got tired of listening to that pompus ass talk. Michaels hammers in the shots to The ChED's face. Michaels now with a scoop slam to Dalmon. Michaels off the ropes and hits a leg drop on Dalmon.
Hart: I'm upset because he didn't let The ChED finish his thoughts.
Nelson: I doubt there was much there. I also doubt this match is going to go much longer. Michaels attemps another irish whip but Chandler reverses and sends Michaels to the ropes. He follows up with a running knee lift to the Hot Shot! Chandler, on his knees, looks impressed with himself. Chandler grabbing the legs and setting up Michaels. MICHAELS GETS CATAPULTED TO THE FAR TURNBUCKLE. Michaels collides face first.
Hart: I should be safe to say that that is going to leave a mark.
Nelson: The ChED with a huge corner splash to Michaels. He follows up with a fisherman suplex. Chandler with the pin.
ONE
TWO
Nelson: As expected Michaels gets the kick out. Chandler pulls him back up but Michaels fights back with several rights and lefts and then a Russian Leg Sweep to The ChED. The Hotshot follows up with a fist drop.
Hart: Man that is week offense!
Nelson: No weaker than when Chandler would call out his moves. Michaels tries to lock in the sharpshooter as Chandler twists back and forth... but what is this?
[Suddenly, Muru appears with a baseball walking down towards the ring. Michaels drops the hold and goes to yell at Muru.]
Hart: Michaels better keep his eye on the ball here rather than argue with Muru.
Nelson: As cliche as it might sound, Muru shouldn't be out here. Michaels turns back towards his opponent... but gets irish whips to the turnbuckle by the ChED. And Chandler quickly follows up running express he calls the Exclamation point.
Hart: He has been busting out the beautiful moves lately. It is clearly the new equivalent of literature.
Nelson: Chandler with the pinfall.
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING
Dixon: Here is your winner....
Nelson: Dixon is cut off as Chandler continues to beat down on the chest of Chris Michaels. Muru slides into the ring with his baseball bat... this looks like trouble.
Hart: This looks like art!
[Chandler holds Chris up by the arms as Muru holds up the bat. Chandler urges him to "hit him... do it for the people." Muru hesitates for a few seconds until Devon Dice comes running down the rampway.]
Nelson: It looks like the calvary has arrived in the form of Devon Dice wiht a steel chair. Chandler and Muru scatter as he comes to Chris Michaels aid. The two men stand in the middle of the ring as The ChED and Moo head for higher ground!
Hart: Dice ruins everything! First the WGL, now artistry by ChED and Muru!
Celebration interrupted
[Mr. Rich is sitting backstage celebrating with the Interns over his recent tag team win when EVETTE comes storming in as the Interns quickly stop what they are doing as if they were doing something wrong.]
Evette: This is utter bull -
Mr. Rich: Whoa....whoa...calm down babe....
Evette: Sorry...let me get my composure a little bit....
[Evette stands, puts her hand on her face]
INTERN 3 - Talk about PMS!
Evette: Get OUT! Alright, just GET OUT and DON'T COME BACK IN TONIGHT.
[Intern 3 puts his head down and walks towards the door. He stops, looks up at Evette who nods her head. Intern 3 then continues to walk out.]
Mr. Rich: All right! What's the matter. We are supposed to be celebrating my victorious win tonight!
Evette: I just came from Tony's office.
Mr. Rich: Yeah!
[Evette begins to tear]
Evette: He said that since both Jen Diamond and Lana Lexington were counted out that they both will be considered the number one contender!
[Evette now begins to sob]
Evette: And now I HAVE TO FACE BOTH OF THEM AT WILL OF A WARRIOR!!!!!!!!!!!
[Mr. Rich just looks on in utter suprise]
Evette: What kind of mean man makes a woman, a glamorous woman, the only true woman of the cWo, wrestle 2 people at once. That is so unfair!!!!!!!!
Mr. Rich: Listen...you will go in at Will of a Warrior as Women's Champion and you will walk out Women's Champion. We people of upper class always get our way....
[Mr. Rich wipes away her tears and then grabs her face and begins kissing Evette.]
Evette: Thanks hunny! Those two sloths, I mean girls will never know what hits them!!!!!
[Evette and Mr. Rich look at each other as the camera cuts back to Lance and Robbie.]
Nelson: How about that?! A huge announcement for Will of the Warrior!
Hart: That’s not fair! This is only because Lana’s Tony Awesome’s neice!
Nelson: Why don’t you go to his office and call him on his nepotism, then?
Hart: I don’t have to, he knows what he did!
The Big Announcement
[“The Sound of Madness” by Shinedown blares from the fans attention is drawn to the ramp where “The Product of Hate” Josh Cantrell is greeted by a reaction that is a perfect split of boos and cheers. Both of Cantrell's fists are tapped and in one hand he carries a burlap bag full of something and in the other a bucket filled with a milky white substance with a metal tray under the one arm. A very focused looking Cantrell marches towards the ring.]
Nelson: This is it, we are moments away from finding out what it is Josh Cantrell has planned for Heretic at Will of a Warrior.
Hart: I'm still in shock that Heretic accepted without even knowing the stipulation.
[Cantrell slides the three items into the ring and then rolls into the ring himself. He places the items in the corner of the ring and takes a microphone from a stage hand. He walks to the center of the ring and looks over at the items then out at the crowd as the music dies down.]
Josh Cantrell: At Will of Warrior the black cloud that has been hanging over cWo for months will be stained blood red. You can only push someone so far before they break and last week Heretic drove me to my breaking point. So we're gonna have a match I swore I'd never compete in again.
Nelson: Oh my god I know what it is! I saw a video of Cantrell and a Japanese wrestler in a Taipei Deathmatch it was one of the most bloody brutal matches I've ever witnessed.
Hart: What the hell is it? Sounds like something off a buffet.
[Cantrell walks over to the corner and picks up the tray, the bag, and the bucket and begins pouring the contents of the bag into the tray. The crowd explodes as he pours the shards of broken glass out of the bag and into the tray.]
Josh Cantrell: It's called a Taipei Deathmatch. I know some of ya might already know but I'm sure most of you are wondering exactly what a Taipei Deathmatch is. This is basically it, me and Heretic are gonna tape our hands up nice and tight, pour some broken glass in a tray then dip our hands in glue and roll them in the glass. Then we beat the hell out of each other and the first person who can't answer a TEN count wins, we'll both be a bloody mess and probably spend the night in the hospital but Heretic's reign will come to an end because he pushed and pushed until he finally found someone just crazy enough to do things he wouldn't even dare to do to another human being.
[Josh dips his hand in the bucket and then rolls it in the glass, after a few seconds to allow for drying Cantrell thrusts his right fist into the air and the arena lights glistened off the broken glass so much the people in the cheap seats were well aware as to what it was.]
Nelson: Just look at that, that will rip a mans flesh!
Hart: I think that's the point.
[“Living in the sunlight, Loving in the Moonlight” begins to play and the crowd boos loudly as Heretic steps out from behind the entrace curtain. He holds a microphone in one hand, a glass bottle in the other and wears the blackened World Title over his shoulder.]
Nelson: And here’s the world champ, and hopefully after Sunday we’ll finally see that black paint cleaned off of our world title!
Hart: It’ll have some pools of red on it, that’s for sure.
Heretic: Joshua, Joshua, Joshua. I have to say, I am IMPRESSED. When you said you had something new in store for me, I expected to be DISAPPOINTED like I constantly am with everyone around here. I expected something like a cage. Or a ladder. Or a leather strap… something I’ve done a million times. But THIS… this is OUTSTANDING!
[Heretic laughs, hoping up and down with excitement.]
Nelson: He’s EXCITED to have his flesh cut open!
Hart: And you expected something else?
Heretic: So I’ve never been through a, what do you call this, TaiPei Deathmatch, but do you think that makes me ANY less dangerous? What impresses me, Josh, is that you’re willing to give me a REAL CHALLENGE.. but what still disappoints me, Josh, is that you’re still so DAMN CONFIDENT! You have NO IDEA WHAT I’M CAPABLE OF! Broken Glass? I LOVE GLASS!
[Heretic quickly smashes the glass bottle over his head. He laughs as blood begins to trickle from his scalp and forehead down to his face.]
Nelson: My God!
Hart: Who would do that?!!
Heretic: This may be YOUR match, Joshua, but it’s MY world we’re entering! We’ll bleed, Josh.. I’ll bleed, you’ll bleed, and at the end of the night… only one of us will be standing. Maybe one of us will never be stand again. Are you ready to do what it takes, Josh? Because make no mistake, I’m going into Will of the Warrior with one purpose, and one purpose only.. to LITERALLY SHOW EVERYONE WHAT YOU’RE MADE OF!
[Heretic laughs, then wipes some of the blood off of his face.]
Heretic: I’ll see you Sunday, Josh. It’s gonna be FUN!
[“Living in the sunlight, loving in the moonlight” plays and the crowd begins to boo loudly as Heretic laughs and Josh Cantrell once again holds up his glass covered fist.]
Nelson: What a match this will be!
Hart: Think of the children!
Nelson: Good point. Will of the Warrior will now feature what will undoubtedly be one of the most brutal, bloody matches we have ever witnessed. If you have small children, we strongly advise you put them to bed before the world title match!
Hart: Or prepare for years of therapy!
Nelson: It’s time for our final commercial break of the evening. When we come back, it’s our Main Event! Stay tuned!
Will of a Weapon
[A commercial for Will of a Warrior plays, which starts with low quality footage from local news stations in Edmonton Alberta with reporters outside in front of Nick Dangerous' gym.]Male reporter #1: Parents of teenagers and young adults led an uproar this morning when they learned of-
Female reporter #1: Questional teaching practises.
Male reporter #2: The dreams, and bodies of many men being crushed.
Male reporter #3: Police entered this building earlier today with a court ordered cease and desist.
Female reporter #1: Doctors have said that the student will never walk again.
Male reporter #2: Known for his work in the ring, will step in the ring next week against one, Sean Pason.
Hart: How can you not feel threatened when this man's coming down the aisle?
[The clips wrap up as the screen goes black. "Demoniality" by Arch Enemy begins playing as clips of Nick Dangerous tossing students around in the ring, placing them in various submission holds, hitting wrestling moves, chops, forearms and uppercuts as audio from episodes of Driven and Pay Per Views play along with the music.]
Dangerous: Dangerous: 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.
[Stock footage plays of sweaty Nick Dangerous doing squats, lifting weights, and running.]
Pilchard: Every part of his body is a Weapon. Approach him from every angle and he has a way of hurting you.
Nelson: He's upped his game to the umpth degree.
Hart: Nick Dangerous has become a weapon. Every orifice every part of his body he uses to dismantle. Dangerous in every sense of the word.
[Clips play of Nick Dangerous hitting his trademark polish hammer on Sean Pason, Chris Michaels, Chazz Mendel and Christian Roman. A clip of Nick Dangerous looking to Chris Michaels shouting "I'm gonna kill 'im! And there's nothing you can do about it!" plays, followed by clips of Chazz Mendel pleading with Nick Dangerous not to go on with a proposed match from an earlier episode of Driven. A shot also plays of John Pilchard pleading "you don't have to do this!" As Nick draws nearer to cash in on Heretic's ultimatum.]
Dangerous: 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.
[Clips play of Dangerous slapping Sean Pason, chasing Mr. Rich's interns out of the ring and out of his way, standing with a smirk on his face as Christian Roman restrains Chris Michaels from getting physical with Nick Dangerous.]
Hart: DANGEROUS ARMBAR! DANGEROUS ARMBAR!
Wilden: Nick has unleashed!
Pilchard: That armbar is unpredictable Lance, sooner or later he's gonna get trapped.
[Clips play of Dangerous with a tight Dangerous Armbar on the likes of Christian Roman, J.J. Carter, Raymond Jacobson, Johnny Serious, and Chris Michaels.]
Nelson: Go in against him with a smile on your face and he'll eat you alive, show any signs of weakness then he's a man possessed.
Pilchard: Nick is more than a “professional wrestler,” he's a tactician, he's a strategist, he's a weapon.
Wilden: He's shown a ruthlessness that I never expected-biting, digging his elbows into bone.
[We see clips of Nick Dangerous biting Johnny Serious' trapezius muscle, biting J.J. Carter's hand, biting Roman's forehead, biting Serious' nose, pounding his elbows into Raymond Jacobson's arm.]
Wilden: Nick is like a loose animal, showing no restraint!
Nelson: This doesn't look good no! No!
[A quick shot of Dangerous throwing stairs at Johnny Serious plays, when the stairs hit the floor, the amplified sound of stairs hitting guardrail is echoed as the music dies out and the screen goes black and no sound is heard, after a short pause, a quick shot plays of Nick Dangerous in a black room, letting out an echoed and amplified primal scream, as we see text providing information on Will of a Warrior while a narrator speaks.]
Narrator: Nick Dangerous comes for Sean Pason at Will of a Warrior live...this Sunday...
Christian Roman vs. Tripp Whipwreck
[Driven comes back on the air with cWo senior announcer Mic Benson standing in the ring.]Mic Benson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is your final contest of the evening!
[The arena goes black and then "Make Them Suffer" by Cannibal Corpse starts to play, you hear "SUFFFFEEERRRRR!!!!!"]
Benson: Introducing first and making his way to the ring from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at two-hundred and sixty pounds, he is TRIPP WHIPWRRECCKKK!
[Tripp comes walking down the aisle way as red lights flash. Tripp taunts the crowd as he walks down to the ring sliding in underneath the bottom rope then walking towards his corner, awaiting his adversary]
Nelson: And as we saw earlier, folks – this man right here has been tasked with crippling Christian Roman by whatever means necessary.
Hart: Do you see him? He looks like he can look at a person and cripple them!
Nelson: Tripp’s making an awfully big leap here in the cWo in just a matter of weeks, hopefully he’s up to the challenge against the experienced ring general in Christian Roman!
Hart: We see it all the time, Joel – upset city!
Donna Benson: And his opponent!
[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: Making his way to the ring from Belfast, Northern Ireland, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-four pounds, he is CHRRRISTIAAAAN ROOOMAAAN!
Nelson: Christian Roman – all business, as per usual!
Hart: I wonder if he ever smiles anymore! If he ever has any fun! He used to be such a fun loving lad, and then this Jesus came into his life and ruined him!
Nelson: He takes life seriously; he takes his faith seriously – he sees what’s happening here in the cWo as a greater indication for what’s happening in the world!
But my lips could only say; I'm not your son so why have you forsaken me?
There's a hole in my heart but it just makes me unholy
Crucified that night and I walked away with alter-egos
Like the prison priest who preaches his dead and buried gospel
While my faith is in ruins my duty still breathes strong
I'm a parrot in a cage just saying prayers to belong to a textbook
Of my crying, lying, dying history; a textbook
Of my crying, lying, dying history; a textbook
Of my crying; a textbook
Of my lying; a textbook
Of my dying; a textbook
Of my history.
[Christian slides into the ring, pacing back and forth to a raucous crowd approval as Aaron Blake splits both men and then calls for the bell]
DING DING DING
Nelson: And both men go after one another immediately out of the gate!
Hart: Look at that Whipwreck guy – this is his shot! He’s firing away on all cylinders already!
Nelson: Tripp Whipwreck is wildly throwing haymakers in every direction, hoping that one takes Christian Roman down to the canvas – and he connects!
Hart: Christian didn’t see that one coming!
Nelson: Whipwreck jumps right on top of the downed Christian Roman, throwing lefts and rights at his face as Aaron Blake immediately gets involved, trying to pull him off of Christian Roman!
Hart: What for? This is well within the bounds of rules!
Nelson: It doesn’t look like Tripp Whipwreck is bent on adhering to those rules, however!
[Christian covers his face with his arms as Whipwreck shoves Aaron Blake out of the way, continuing to pummel away at Christian. After a few more shots, Whipwreck seems to tire a bit, standing up and walking over the body of Christian Roman, giving a mouthful to Aaron Blake on his way up]
Nelson: At any moment I feel that this match could descend into pure chaos – especially with this man in the ring!
Hart: As if Christian Roman wasn’t asking for it! Or better yet, as if he was never the harbinger for chaos! I seem to remember Christian setting the ring on fire back in the old days of cWo!
Nelson: That was OMEGA, Robbie – and that was on the first show! Christian wasn’t a part of the company then!
Hart: What a night that was!
[Tripp walks back towards Christian and goes to pull him up, but Christian drives a shoulder into his stomach, bounces off the ropes and delivers a devastating clothesline, taking Tripp Whipwreck off his feet!]
Nelson: And Christian takes down Tripp Whipwreck with a massive clothesline!
Hart: Damn near took his head off with that one! I don’t think that guy would notice though!
Nelson: Christian gathers Tripp Whipwreck to his feet and tosses him into a corner, immediately lunging at him with a HUGE chop across his chest that can be heard throughout the arena!
Hart: I always wonder what those feel like, Joel – when I hear that sound – I’m glad I don’t know!
Nelson: You’re telling me! Lance Wilden had a lot of courage going into the ring there – I wouldn’t ever dream of it!
[Christian arches back and delivers another massive chop across Tripp Whipwreck’s chest, leaving a highly visible red mark. After a few seconds of contemplating his next move, Christian swiftly delivers an elbow to the side of Tripp Whipwreck’s head, knocking him down on the seat of his pants in the corner]
Nelson: Tripp Whipwreck in a rather precarious situation right now –
Hart: Reminiscent of those glory days for Christian – he’d make something of this moment right now if it was a few years ago!
Nelson: Those days are long gone and over with, Robbie!
Hart: A man can’t remember the past? What do you think I am?
Nelson: I’m not going to answer that – Christian drives a knee into the face of Tripp Whipwreck and then pulls him to his feet, blasting his face into the turnbuckle once more for good measure and then he takes him to the canvas a quick side Russian leg sweep!
Hart: He’s quickly taking control – do something fast, Tripp!
Nelson: Too late there, Robbie! Christian hooks the leg – this one might be over already!
ONE
TWO
NO!
Hart: It’s going to take more than that to fell this hardcore legend!
Nelson: I think Christian was working more towards the surprise factor!
[Frustrated, Christian pulls Tripp to his feet and sends him into the ropes, lifting him into the air and driving him back to the canvas with a spinebuster! Christian shoots himself off the ropes, driving a hard elbow into the sternum of Tripp Whipwreck immediately thereafter as well!]
Nelson: He’s hooking the leg once more!
Hart: Doesn’t he get it?
Nelson: He’s just trying to make short work of Whipwreck!
ONE
TWO
NO!
[Christian begrudgingly pulls Tripp to his feet and shoots him into the ropes, dropping his head for a back body drop. Unfortunately for him, Tripp rockets off the ropes and delivers a HUGE knee to the face of Christian Roman, springing him upward and into direct line with a GIANT dropkick!]
Nelson: Christian just flew through the air on that one – he wasn’t expecting that!
Hart: I think that Tripp Whipwreck character surprised everyone with that move, Joel – look at the guy in the front row’s face!
Nelson: Tripp’s in a bit of control right now as Christian staggers backwards and rests on the ropes – Whipwreck charges at him for a clothesline – and both men topple over the ropes to outside the ring!
Hart: Tripp Whipwreck – putting his body on the line for a good cause!
Nelson: Both men seem to be down for the count right now; Aaron Blake is pacing back and forth back in the ring, and he’s started the double count out!
ONE
[Tripp shudders as Christian rolls over, using the steel railing as support to get to his feet]
TWO
THREE
[Christian delivers a well-aimed boot to the back of Whipwreck’s head, sending Tripp back to the floor. Christian drags him to his feet and slams his head into the ring apron and then throws him into the steel railing!]
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
[Christian rolls into the ring, and then back out once more resetting the count as Whipwreck staggers to his feet]
Nelson: These men want to continue the punishment outside the ring!
Hart: I don’t know who’s more insane; Tripp Whipwreck for his obvious mental problems, or Christian Roman, for wanting to play into Whipwreck’s hands!
ONE
TWO
[Whipwreck takes a swing at Christian, who ducks underneath and hits a drop toe hold into the ring apron!]
Nelson: That had to hurt – I don’t care how much pain one can tolerate!
Hart: I think I just saw him spit out a tooth!
Nelson: I wasn’t sure that Whipwreck had any more teeth after his raucous career.
THREE
FOUR
[Whipwreck grabs his face in obvious discomfort as Christian spins him around and delivers a strong European uppercut! He slides Whipwreck back into the ring and follows suit, immediately beginning to stomp away at the back and legs of Tripp Whipwreck!]
Nelson: Christian Roman is relentless right now – all of that pent up anger against Chazz Mendel and Heretic is coming to a head right now!
Hart: Which shows you what kind of man he really is! Who would do such a thing to an innocent man like Tripp Whipwreck?
Nelson: I wouldn’t call him innocent, Robbie. Especially after he was tasked by Chazz Mendel to do whatever was necessary to eliminate Christian Roman!
Hart: He’s just the messenger! You’re not supposed to shoot the messenger!
Nelson: Nevertheless, Christian is piling on the punishment right now – he pulls Tripp Whipwreck to his feet and shoots him into the ropes – Tripp ducks under a clothesline, and another! And then he runs Christian Roman over with a shoulder block!
Hart: Look at that!
[Stunned, Christian reels backwards as Tripp grabs him, belly to belly, and delivers a hard suplex that takes both men down to the canvas!]
Nelson: Belly to belly suplex – and now both men are feeling it!
Hart: He’s going for the upset, Joel!
Nelson: Whipwreck drops on top of Christian Roman – Aaron Blake with the count!
ONE
TWO
NO!
Nelson: Whipwreck starts driving elbows into the face of Christian Roman – doing anything to render him lifeless! And now he’s working for the pinfall once more!
ONE
TWO
NO!
Nelson: Both men have failed at securing a victory here in the early goings – both men refuse to quit!
[Whipwreck pulls Christian to his feet and pins him against the ropes, delivering a HUGE chop across his chest as retribution from earlier in the match. However, Christian responds with a fast punch to the midsection, breaking up the monotony, but Tripp reverses with a headbutt – sending Christian through the ropes and on to the apron!]
Nelson: Christian showed a bit of life there – but it was all for naught!
Hart: Well look at the size of that guy’s head, Joel – that’s like getting hit with a wrecking ball!
Nelson: Christian looks a bit dazed as he hangs on to the ropes – Tripp hangs over, pulling Christian upright – he locks his arms around his waist and lifts him into the air – MY GOD! BRAINBUSTER BACK INTO THE RING!
Hart: If this doesn’t do the trick I don’t think anything will!
Nelson: Whipwreck hooks the leg – we might have an upset!
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THR-NO!
Nelson: Christian somehow managed to get his shoulder up at the last possible second!
Hart: Look at Whipwreck’s face – I don’t think he can believe it!
Nelson: He seems to have met his match in terms of resiliency, that’s for sure!
[Whipwreck quickly pulls Christian to his feet and shoots him into the ropes, feeding him with a boot to the stomach and a swinging neckbreaker! Not finished, however, Whipwreck sprints through the ropes and hits the turnbuckle, climbing to the top in daring fashion]
Nelson: This isn’t looking good for Christian Roman!
Hart: The last few minutes haven’t looked good for him either, Joel1
Nelson: But this is just the icing on the cake! He’s going for his patented moonsault!
Hart: I can’t bear to watch – but I don’t think he can either!
[Tripp dives off the top of the turnbuckle – but Christian rolls out of the way!]
Nelson: He missed! Christian moved!
Hart: Christian knew that was coming – he laid there in wait for the poor guy!
Nelson: Hang on a second – what’s going on here! Chazz Mendel is making his way down to the ring!
Hart: Finally! Someone civilized!
[Chazz saunters out at the top of the ramp to a loud chorus of boos. He slowly makes his way down the ramp with the US Title on his shoulder as action continues in the ring. He stops at the base of the ring, putting his hands on the apron as Christian backs Whipwreck into a corner and then drops him to the canvas with a hangman’s neckbreaker!]
Nelson: I don’t think he’s seen Chazz Mendel yet!
Hart: Well, bully for him! Why doesn’t he come over and sit down?
Nelson: Hang on – Christian’s spotted him! But so has Aaron Blake!
[Christian mouths something to Chazz Mendel, then continues to assault Tripp Whipwreck unmercifully]
Nelson: Christian is taking out all of his frustration on Whipwreck!
Hart: That’s not fair!
Nelson: Every time Christian delivers a painful blow to Whipwreck’s face, he glances at Chazz Mendel!
Hart: Chazz is enjoying it too!
Nelson: Tripp Whipwreck was just a pawn – a pawn that didn’t quite pan out the way Chazz wanted him too!
[Christian glances back towards Chazz and mouths something again before spinning Whipwreck around and lifting him into the air]
Nelson: Pains of Martyrdom!
Hart: No – not again!
[Christian points at Chazz as Chazz laughs, throwing his arms up in the air as Christian pulls a broken Tripp Whipwreck to his feet, delivering ANOTHER Pains of Martyrdom!]
Nelson: This is too much now – Chazz is calling for it! He wants Christian to break him!
Hart: Just end this!
Nelson: Christian seems to have heard you; he hooks the leg on Tripp Whipwreck, never once taking his eyes off Chazz Mendel!
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DING DING DING
Benson: Here is your winner…CHRRISSTIAAAAN ROOMAAAN!
Nelson: And now the fireworks have begun!
[Chazz slides into the ring immediately after Donna’s call, prompting Christian to meet him halfway, taking him down to the canvas with a spear!]
Nelson: Spear on the United States champion!
Hart: This can’t be good – do something Chazz! Where is Reg?
Nelson: Both men are trading blows now! They’re throwing fists back and forth at one another – if this is any indication for what’s going to happen Sunday night, then it’s going to be a massive shedding of blood!
Hart: But Chazz Mendel DOESN’T bleed!
[Both men continue to trade blows as Chazz gains the upper hand; he backs Christian against the ropes and goes to shoot him off, but Christian reverses it with a boot to the stomach – he throws Chazz between his legs!]
Nelson: Everybody knows what’s coming – the fans are calling for it!
Hart: What is he doing out here!
Nelson: No – this can’t be! Why is he here? What purpose is he serving?
[The cheers immediately turn to an intense reaction of boos as Heretic steps out on to the ramp. The shift in reaction grabs Christian’s attention, and he turns to stare at Heretic, the man he’s been chasing for a better part of three months. Distracted, Christian is upended by Chazz.]
Nelson: No – this isn’t right at all!
[Chazz grabs the US Title as Christian gathers his senses, looking wildly at Heretic, only to be met with a shot from the US Title, right to his face!]
Nelson: Damnit all!
Hart: Retribution!
Nelson: Chazz is getting out of the ring – he’s had enough! Folks, we’re out of time – but we’ll see you on Sunday night for Will of a Warrior – I’m Joel Nelson, and for Robbie Hart, have a good night!
[Christian rolls over with his hand on the bottom rope, staring up at Heretic who turns and shakes his head as Chazz holds the US Title up for all to see halfway up the ramp]
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