[Backstage, Devon Dice is seen with a steel chair in hand slamming the walls.]

Dice: Where's Dalmon, I've had it up to hear with this garbage!

[Dice bumps into random people.]

Dice: Have you seen him?

Person 1: Sorry.

Dice: How about you?

Person 2: Not recently.

Dice: You?

[A man shrugs his shoulders. Dice passes him by and climbs onto a nearby table.]

Dice: BRING YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW! I PROMISE YOU IT WON'T BE AS BAD IF YOU COME OUT ON YOUR OWN, BUT IF I HAVE TO CONTINUE LOOKING FOR YOU, I AM GOING TO BEAT THE LIVING ::BLEEP:: OUT OF YOU! I ASSURE YOU I DON'T GIVE UP! KEEP HIDING! I WILL FIND YOU!

[Dice swings the chair and releases it at high velocity into the closest wall, almost hitting someone as the camera cuts to the show introduction.]

[The cWo logo appears on the screen and then spins out of control. It spins right into the camera and the scene suddenly turns into the inside of a car. An uknown figure with a helmet opens the door and sits down. The Driver pulls out a set of keys and slowly brings it to the ignition. The keys slam into the ignition. The minute it turns, the beginning guitar riff of Danko Jones “Code of the Road” plays and silver logo that says “Driven” flashes across the screen. As the song picks up, the hand grabs the stick and changes the gears from “Park” to “Drive” and a shot of Sean Pason holding the U.S title is seen on the rearview.]

I live by the code of the road

[First person shots of speeding down a highway is seen as a faded picture of Muru delivering the Muru splash is shown.]

Every single night of my life

[The rearview of the car features Evette dropkicking a chair into the face of Jen Diamond.]

Nobody knows a single place I go

[In the middle of the road stands Devon Dice as the car goes speeding towards him.]

City by city, night after night

[Behind Dice, shots of him sitting down on his throne is shown.]

Been a long time on this lonely road yeah

[The spedometer goes up to 80 as Mike Logan is seen in the reflection gyrating then making out with Mary-Joe Wolf.]

Nothing Comes Easy But It's Worth The Fight

[On the pedometer Jen Diamond entering the cage and then falling from it is shown over the numbers 4 8 15 16 23 42]

If you've seen it once, I've seen it twice before

[Chazz Mendel performs the Fated Circle on the dashboard]

Little By Little, Night After Night

[The first person view races towards Chazz Mendel in the middle of the road.]

You've been waiting for this all of you life yeah

[The car passes by an old time automobile, and Thaddeus Walker handing pipes to kids is seen.]

The time is now to go

[Lana Lexington enters the ring is seen on a “Slow Children” sign

No hesitation, no backing down now

[ Brother Shabazz holds a whip in the middle of the ring on the steering wheel.

So just take it away

[The car races toward Chastity McGavin as shots of giving the V-20 behind her.]

It's about time I take it nice and slow yeah

[The Car passes a stop sign but instead of “STOP,” it says Omega!]

Nothing Comes Easy But It's Worth The Fight

[Chandler Dalmon is seen on the microphone and then beating on Muru on the rampway in the reflection of the Driver’s helmet.]

I say it all the time but then I start to roam yeah

[CBK slams an X-Box over Roman’s head behind a Heretic bobble head in the back seat.]]

Little By Little, Mile After Mile

[Jacob Baxter hits a Hooligan kick on Devon Dice on the open road ahead of him.]

You've been waiting for this all of you life yeah

[On “DANGER” sign along the road, Nick Dangerous hits Chris Michaels with a forearm.]

The time is now to go

[Heretic is seen in the skies above motioning around his waist.]

No hesitation, no backing down now

[The first person view speeds towards five men in the middle of the road. Heretic, Baxter, CBK, Dangerous and the ChED.]

So just take it away

[Fireworks go off as the cameras pan around the East Rutherford crowd. Viewing signs such as "I wanna be Mike Logan," "Time to get SERIOUS," and "Chazz Mendel: Hero of the Year."]

Nelson: It's a raucous crowd here in East Rutherford folks as we are live! Hot off the heels of our first Pay Per View of two thousand nine, Roll the Dice! And well, normally that's a good thing, but tonight I'm not so sure.

[Cameras switch to Joel Nelson and Robbie Hart.]

Hart: We have a new World Champion! And it's the last person on earth cWo needs as its standard bearer Joel!

Nelson: The dark cloud that's been looming over the cWo has started to hail bullets. Last Sunday it seemed cWo just couldn't catch any breaks.

Hart: Even the winners were carted out of the arena like losers!

Nelson: For the most part, but will tonight be an extension of that? Or will the tide turn? I for one am optimistic, albeit cautiously, that the Johnny Serious' and Chazz Mendels of this organization can stand up against it.

Hart: If Chazz Mendel is in any condition to stand, that is.

[Cameras then show Mad Maddie, who currently stands in the ring.]

Nelson: We're gonna start right into the action as Mad Maddie is ready to take on the schooled Natalie Mercer. She defeated her twice and one of those times fractured her wrist.

Hart: Yeah, what makes anyone think this is going to be different.

Nelson: I’m not so sure it is. But you have to respect Natalie’s spirit even if she is being trained by a complete nut.

[Maple Leaf Rag blasts across the P.A Mercer walks down the walkway with Thaddeus flanking her. She is wearing a uniform that covers up every part of her body. The two slide into the ring and stare down Maddie.]

Nelson: Last week we saw Natalie make her in ring return and faced an opponent of Thaddeus’s lackies choosing… which just so happened to be Bellatrix Drake.

Hart: Who killed her!

Nelson: Let’s hope she has better luck with Maddie!

DING DING DING

[Maddie charges but Natalie leapfrogs her! Thaddues, Maddie and even Natalie looks surprised that she performed that.]

Nelson: Wow, we haven’t seen agility like that from Mercer ever. Maybe she has learned something from Thaddeus. Maddie comes charging again and Mercer pulls off the …

Hart: NEGRO FLIP! SHE ALREADY PERFORMED THE NEGRO FLIP! THE DEADLIEST MOVE IN THE WORLD!

[Maddie gets back up and Mercer performs the Negro Flip again as Thaddeus looks very pleased so far. Natalie pulls Maddie back up but Maddie starts hitting her with several punches to the gut.]

Nelson: I think all Mercer did was piss off Maddie because now she is showing her brawling skills. Maddie follows up with a dropkick to Mercer’s skull. Maddie sure looks confident now.

Hart: Wouldn’t you be if you were her? She’s beaten Mercer twice before.

Nelson: Maddie attempts the pin!

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Natalie kicks out of a PIN! For the first time, she kicked out of a pin. Maddie looks shocked. Apparently, Thaddeus’s teaching has paid off. Maddie pulls Mercer back up but she starts hammering her with some pretty effective punches.

Hart: Effective?

Nelson: Effective considering they are coming from Mercer.

Hart: Oh!

Nelson: But she has learned how to speed them up and do them multiple times, so that is progress. But Maddie begins fighting back with punches and then knee attack that puts her back in control. Maddie follows up with a side suplex to Mercer. Again, Maddie thinks that this is going to be enough to put her away.

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Wow! Mercer with another kick out. She seems to be adapting now. But Maddie pulls her back up and looks to be setting up for a back breaker but Mercer gets out of it, bounces off the ropes and performs a small package pin. Whoa!

ONE

TWO

Hart: I didn’t expect that.

Nelson: Neither did I. Maddie gets the shoulder up. Mercer goes off the ropes but gets taken down with a clothesline from Maddie. Mad Maddie follows up with an elbow drop to her chest. Maddie lifts her up and performs a bulldog that sends Mercer back to the mat. She picks Mercer up from the waist and hits a German Suplex, followed by a second one and then finally a third and she keeps it in for a pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Nelson: You can’t say that Natalie wasn’t impressive. She did quite well…

Hart: From what we have seen before. Which isn’t that good.

Dixon: Here is your winner: Mad Maddie!

Hart: You have to admit that Maddie has been on a roll as of late.

[Mercer rolls out of the ring as Thaddeus looks to be very upset with her. Maddie celebrates in the ring as Mercer walks up the ramp with Thaddeus in a huff.]

Hart: Well it's back to the drawing board for Thaddeus Walker and Natalie Mercer now.

Nelson: Indeed it is. Another tough break for Mercer, but it's business as usual in spite of our new World Champion, Heretic.

Hart: Doesn't help that you keep bringing attention to him. It's like the myth of Bloody Mary, you say his name enough times he'll show up and slaughter everything in sight!

Nelson: I'm sorry. It's just like a sprained ankle, I can try to go about my daily business but I'm always gonna feel it.

["Tiger The Lion" starts playing as Chazz Mendel comes walking out onto the stage to the approval of the fans. Chazz, with a smile on his face, walks to the ring with a purpose but with a slight limp.]

Hart: Here's a guy who's feeling more than just a sprained ankle.

Nelson: It's Chazz Mendel! Looking well, rather upbeat, despite the beating he took at the hands of Nick Dangerous after their match at Roll of the Dice.

Hart: I'm surprised he's even here at all! Chazz Mendel was almost "What Happens In Vegas'd!" Short of murdering a hooker and burying her in the desert, of course.

[Chazz walks down the aisle, acknowledging the fans, and slapping hands of the fans.]

Nelson: Umm, I think I understand your analogy, Robbie... Fans, what I think he's trying to say is that despite winning the match, Chazz Mendel was viciously attacked afterwards by Nick Dangerous, leaving him unconcious in the middle of the ring. Like he father three weeks ago, he had to be taken from the ring with the aid of paramedics.

[Chazz walks up the ring steps, and gingerly steps through the ropes, holding his ribs.]

Hart: And unlike dear ol' dad, Chazz is back for more. Reg always said Chazz was stubborn, but now we know just how stupid he really is!

[Mendel takes the microphone from Donna Dixon as Tiger The Lion slowly fades out.]

Mendel: So... I hope everyone got their money's worth last week, whether you were in the audience witnessing it live, or watching at home. In the Nevada desert last week, I went to War with Nick Dangerous...

[Chazz pauses.]

Nelson: He certainly did. Those two really battled it out.

Mendel: From bell to bell we spoke in the only languages that Nick Dangerous understands, physicality, and violence. Or so I thought...

Hart: What's he talking about?

Mendel: There was a moment, just one shining glorious moment where Nick Dangerous showed side of him that we all thought was long forgotten. Where he showed that he wasn't the remorseless, machinelike "weapon" that he portrayed since returning to cWo. For those who didn't see it, let me direct your attention to the big screen...

[The cWotron comes to life and a clip from the end of the Nick Dangerous vs. Chazz Mendel match from Roll of the Dice is shown.]

[Chazz squirms as much as possible as he wriggles free and onto his feet behind Dangerous.]

Nelson: He's out!

[As Nick turns around, Chazz Mendel jumps up and hooks onto Dangerous' arm.]

Nelson: The Reg Mendel Special!

[The pain quickly shoots through Nick's arm at intolerable levels, as Nick falls to one knee and taps out almost immediately.]

Hart: Nick just tapped out!

Nelson: Are you kidding me!

DING DING DING

[Chazz lets go of the hold, as he lies on the mat, while the fans scream rabidly for Chazz's surprise victory. The tron fades to black, and cameras cut back to Mendel, who's smile has gotten broader.]

Mendel: Did you see it? PAIN. The Reg Mendel Special inflicted PAIN in a so called "weapon." I may have gotten my ass kicked, but when you see that footage, when you see the pain in his face as I put all my weight on his arm and damn ripped it off! ...You saw a MAN. Nothing more... Nothing less... The bumps, the bruises, the bruised ribs... All worth it! Just for that one fleeting moment. Where my dad failed, I succeeded. I got through to Nick Dangerous...

[Mendel is interrupted by "Sympathy for the Devil" and the crowd begins to boo loudly as Heretic steps out from behind the entrance ramp. He's followed closely by Nick Dangerous, who holds Heretic's newly won cWo World Heavyweight Championship belt.]

Heretic: You did WHAT, Chazz?

[Heretic laughs, while Nick continues to stare down Mendel as the two walk towards the ring.]

Heretic: What exactly did you acomplish, Chazz? A win? You don't get it. You, Serious, none of you understand. You embrace the ILLUSION of power, but cannot comprehend what power really is. Power isn't about which column is checked, it transcends winning and losing. You believe you accomplished somthing, but I seem to remember it was YOU, not Nick Dangerous, who was taken out of the ring by EMTs!

[Nick walks over to the corner and begins untying a turnbuckle pad.]

Heretic: It's not winning or losing we care about, Chazz. I didn't tell Nick Dangerous to beat you, I told him to PUNISH you. If you this match was as important to you as you said it was, if you wanted true revenge, you wouldn't have released the hold. Instead, you showed mercy to a man who doesn't have a concept of the word, and he accomplished what he said out to do. History remembers the winners and losers for a war, but the minor victories, the small battles, all are lost in the big picture.. and the big picture is, Chazz, that we did what we set out to do.

[Dangerous pulls the turnbuckle pad off, exposing the solid steel.]

Mendel: I'm still standing, Heretic. The way I see it, I took the bullets out of the gun, and now, I want you alone, without your weapon. Someone needs to take that belt away from you, and it miight as well be me!

[The crowd cheers, Heretic laughs.]

Heretic: Is this about me, Chazz? Or is it about the belt? Is it personal, or about a simple prop? That's all it is, Chazz, a PROP. Another illusion of power. Are you concerned about destroying Omega, or winning a belt? Because Omega cannot be destroyed... unlike some things.

Nelson: Wait a minute...

[Nick pulls the belt off of his shoulder, grabs it by the strap and slams it down hard onto the exposed turnbuckle, chipping some of the gold off of the front plate.]

Hart: He's destroying the World Title!

[Chazz shows immediate concern as Nick begins to slam the title down on the mat.]

Nelson: I can't believe this!

[Chazz looks like he wants to do something about it, but the strength in numbers holds him back. Nick gets down on his knees as he holds the title down, and pries bits and pieces of the title off.]

Hart: The World Title's just about been defaced Joel! This is the second time Heretic's taken liberties with cWo gold!

[Suddenly from the back, Johnny Serious leads a charge as Barrett Hawk, J.J. Carter, Muru, and a pack of security guards come following after.]

Nelson: Help is on the way!

[Chazz Mendel seizes the opportunity as he kicks Nick Dangerous in the head, knocking him down, Heretic makes a run for it, pulling Nick Dangerous out from under the bottom rope, before any of the men can get their hands on Dangerous or Heretic, who make their way out through the jeering audience.]

Hart: It's too little too late Joel. As long as Heretic is World Champion, well...there is no World Champion!

[Mr. Rich is walking backstage alone when Giant Maxx comes running up to him]

Maxx: Hey Thar Mr. Rich! Where'd Mr. Hawk go!

Mr. Rich: Last I saw he's out playing super hero. Listen Forrest, do yourself a favor and leave me alone.

Maxx: Ah sorry 'bout what happen last week. Ah can make it up to you tonight.

Mr. Rich: You hit me with a loaded purse! That was no accident!

Maxx: It was your waffes purse,

Mr. Rich: My what?

Maxx: Yer Waff! You know, That sassy waffe of yers, Evette!

Mr. Rich: It's wife you moron! And don't ever accuse my beautiful wife of ethical misconduct again.

Maxx: Ah sorry! Where is yer waffe tonite?

Mr. Rich: She is so upset at you and your pathetic attempts last week that she chose to not even come to tonight's show. Plus, she hates the stench of New Jersey!

Maxx: Well, ah promise you Mr. Rich, that ah will help you's out tonight, and when ah do, ah can be yer intern, key?

[Mr. Rich moves in a bit closer and grabs Maxx by the shirt]

Mr. Rich: Listen, I am attempting to cut you some slack because you're obviously some kind of low class needy individual, but listen to me. I don't want your help tonight. I am being nice now, but believe me, I can be a real son of a bitch if you know what I mean!

[Mr. Rich lets Maxx go, turns his head quick, wipes off his hands and walks away.]

Maxx: He says he doesn't want my help....but ah bet he needs my help!

[Maxx puts on a smile and slowly follows Mr. Rich]

Hart: How courteous of Mr. Rich not to tear Giant Maxx a new one!

Nelson: As courteous as Mr. Rich is gonna get.

Hart: What kind of baby sitter is Barrett Hawk, I thought he told Maxx to stay out of Mr. Rich's business?

Nelson: Barrett Hawk a bit occupied, folks if you just tuned in, Omega's up to their usual tricks, and before the break had dismantled Heretic's newly won World Championship.

Hart: And the show's just getting started Joel!

[The lights quickly cut out as they return with a blue glow. As "Made Of Scars" begins the lights start to flash to the beat of the song. We see a bright white spotlight shine down on the center of the stage as Travis Monroe walks out. As he stands in the light he holds his arms out to his side with his palms facing up, Monroe looks straight up into the air as a pyro goes off behind him. He slowly lowers his arms and looks dead in front of him as he begins to walk to the ring. Upon reaching the ring he rolls under the ropes slowly and gets to his feet once again looking up to the sky as a spotlight shines down on him. We then begin to hear his introduction.]

Dixon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, he is from Cleveland, Ohio….Traaviisss Monroooooooe!

Nelson: It will be interesting to see how Monroe does now in his first big match as a cWo competitor.

Hart: Why worry about Monroe? Dade Davis is the one with something to prove after that half-assed effort against Heretic.

[The lights dim in the arena as “Can’t Be Saved” by Senses Fail hits and red smoke engulfs the entranceway just before Dade Davis appears in front of the crowd, his arm wrapped heavily. Davis bites his lower lip as the crowd meets him with a very mixed reaction. Davis then begins to make his way to the ring, somewhat gingerly, still showing some effects of his match with Heretic two weeks ago.]

Dixon: And his opponent, he is from Boston, Massachusetts….”The Franchise” Daaaaade Daaaaviiisss!

DING DING DING

Nelson: Monroe wasting no time as he pounds away at the head of Dade Davis before he's even able to get to a lockup. Monroe beats Davis into the corner and starts repeatedly bashing him in the face with his knee. Monroe rears back for another blast to the face, but Davis kicks Monroe's other leg out from under himself and Monroe's face collides with the top turnbuckle!

Hart: Nasty way to start a match, I love it!

Nelson: Davis rolls to his knees and gets to his feet. Monroe, holding his nose but also on his feet, is turned away from the approaching Dade Davis. He turns around just in time to catch a standing clothesline, which takes him right back to the mat!

Hart: Woah! Definatly a clothesline backed by the adrenaline pumping through Dade Davis here in his big match back.

Nelson:...That's just kind corny Robbie.

Hart: What do you want from me? You think I'm making six figures here?

Nelson: Davis grabs the reeling Monroe by the head and pulls him to his feet. He kicks Monroe in the stomach and takes him down to the mat. He allows Monroe to crawl to his knees, but is a little too over cocky in his approach. Monroe gives Davis a double leg takedown out of nowhere and dives down after his opponent with a flurry of fists.

Hart: Great strategy by Monroe, he is a gifted technician and could take a big advantage early if he keeps the veteran on his back,

Nelson: Davis is scraping at the ground, trying to gain every inch toward the ropes. He manages to pull himself within a few inches, then dives out to grab the bottom rope.

Hart: But still a short-lived advantage.

Nelson: Monroe breaks his hold over Davis and rolls back to his feet. Dade uses the ropes to try to haul himself back to his feet, but Monroe moves back a few steps and tries for a diving drop kick, but Davis saw it coming! Davis Drops down, pulling the middle rope with him, but the agility of Monroe shouldn’t be underestimated. He lands on his feet on the outside. He turns to get back in the ring, but Davis bashes him over the head with his forearm as he bends over the middle rope.

Hart: A great pairing of these two wrestlers, they seem to complement each other so well I don't have any complaints. Or at least any major ones…yet.

Nelson: Davis hits Monroe with another forearm, and Monroe tries to fight back by attempting to drag Davis out of the ring. Monroe grabs on to Davis’ head and jerks him outward as hard as he can, but the rope not only holds Davis back from falling, it snaps him backward and Davis is sent reeling across the ring to stumble to one knee.

Hart: Monroe not wasting any time is back in the ring. He pulls Davis to his feet and throws him into the ropes. Davis comes back and Monroe attempts a belly to back suplex, which Davis turns himself to the side, catches his footing and gives Monroe a Belly to back of his own!

Nelson: Davis moves in for a pin.

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Monroe manages to get a shoulder up. Davis gets to his feet and catches his breath before pulling Monroe up with him. Monroe punches Davis in the stomach, who retaliates with a shot to the back. Monroe fights his way up and the two then exchange face shots. Monroe backs Davis up a bit, just enough to duck under the next shot and grab Davis from behind to execute a big backcracker!

Hart: Wow! Unexpected impact move from Monroe. I’m not sure, but Dade Davis seems to be in la-la land tonight, seems like he has something else on his mind.

Nelson: But Davis also has a lot of resilience. Speaking of resilience, Davis is right back to his knees! But he's breathing hard, and having trouble getting his bearings. It doesn't look like Monroe's going to give him enough time. Monroe pulls Davis to his feet and throws him into the ropes again. He runs quickly to the other side of the ring, and uses the ropes to propel himself with a clothesline.

Hart: Good move, but a stupid one. If Monroe missed that, Dade would have capitalized.

Nelson: Regardless, he did connect and he's looking to make a pin.

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Davis kicks out just in time! Monroe looks enraged! He grabs up Davis forcefully and guides him to the corner. Looks like he’s going for a tornado DDT, but Dade pushes out. Davis with a kick to the gut and now looks to ram his shoulder into the abdomen of Monroe, but Travis catches his head, holds on tight and drops Davis with a DDT.

Hart: This time Davis made the mistake.

Nelson: Always the critic.

Hart: Hey, it's my job, now do yours.

Nelson: Davis is still on the mat, half-heartedly clawing at anything he can use to hoist himself up, Monroe pulls Davis into the middle of the ring to attempt a pinfall.

ONE

TWO

Hart: Davis somehow manages the strength to take everything he's gone through and still move on!

Nelson: Monroe's extremely aggravated now. He moves to the top rope to try to finish off whatever resilience Davis may still have. Monroe dives off, looking to connect with an elbow, but Davis rolls out of the way!

Hart: He just lost his whole advantage, what was he thinking? Idiots, both of them!

Nelson: Davis slowly make it to his feet and moves to Monroe just in time to grab him by the head before he got to his feet, and whips him into the corner. Davis picks Monroe up as he comes flying back at him, and he hits A Sidewalk Slam!

Hart: But when Monroe went down, Davis did too. Make the cover Davis! You've got it over with!

Nelson: He pulls with all of his strength and lays a single arm over Monroe.

ONE

TWO

Nelson: What does it take to pin either of these men?

Hart: Both men struggle to find some way to stand up again, the ref makes a count to 8 before Monroe makes it to one knee, while Davis is still on hands and knees looking frustrated. Both men make it to their feet and meet up in the ring with punches back and forth!

Nelson: Davis manages to sneak in a kick to the stomach and reaches out to grab Monroe, but Monroe is the faster of the two and pulls Davis's arm behind his back. Wait a minute! Monroe lets go of the arm and sets Davis in a full nelson, he front Russian leg sweeps Davis!

Hart: What a move there, he's got Davis down.

Nelson: Monroe now looking to lock in the submission finisher of his…..

Hart: Rollup!

Nelson: Dade sneaks in with the small package.

ONE

TWO

Nelson: He's got the tights.

Hart: Cheat to win!

Nelson: The referee caught Davis holding the tights and he stopped counting. Davis has his hand up, He thinks he won.

Hart: He did!

Nelson: And now the referee is explaining what is going on and Davis is irate. Davis arguing with the referee and Monroe is back up.

Hart: He looks pissed!

Nelson: Monroe up from behind and he punts Davis in the back of the head with that big boot. Dade Davis goes down like a sack of potatoes. And now Travis Monroe is locking in that Monroe Murder Stretch.

Hart: Stupid Dade Davis, not paying attention to his opponent.

Nelson: Monroe has that bridging double chicken wing locked in, but it’s purely cosmetic, Dade Davis is out cold from that boot to the head. The referee is holding up Davis’ arm to check.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Nelson: He’s got nothing, no movement, this is over.

DING DING DING

Nelson: Travis Monroe does it! A huge win for Monroe!

Dixon: Here is your winner, Travis Monroe!

Nelson: And Dade Davis is just a heap in the ring, way too distracted tonight for whatever reason to counteract a motivated Travis Monroe.

[The camera's go backstage where New CWO Superstar “The Original” Lou Rictor stands, with his back to the camera, Jason Duran, CWO Journalist, comes up beside him, microphone in hand.]

Duran: Lou V Rictor, Last week you debuted here on driven and beat El Rapper, this week your going up againt the 350 pound Mac Johnson... How do you feel going into this match tonight?

[Lou turns around and takes a quick sip from his water bottle, he reaches up and takes off his shutter shades.]

Lou: Well, how do I feel? How do I feel... I feel pretty good actually, while Mac Johnson may weigh in at about 150 pounds more than me, that just means he's got a lot more I can hit to take him down, its like the old saying goes, the bigger they are, the harder they fall... So when I get a chance to drop that B**** on his head, I'm gonna capitalize on it, Just like every other opportunity I'll get in the CWO...however unlike some people...

[Lou looks off to the side. The camera pans around to the left and Lou walks up right beside Bellatrix, who was just passing by.]

Lou: Hey Baby, You know if You want to, I could show you a thing or two to take down Jen in the ring next time.

[She just growls and shrugs him off. Lou laughs.]

Lou: Fiesty Girl, I like that... I'm gonna have to put a smile on her face... Among other things.

[He grins and turns to walk away.]

[The camera pans to backstage where Chastity in her locker room watching the television while doing push ups. She watches intently as the final match of the best of five series is playing on the screen. She watches as Jen Diamond slaps on the “Sweet Dreams” and Chastity doesn’t get her arm up. She starts working out faster as she watches her doing the same thing in the match at Driven 50 for the Womens title. Then the tape switches to her failing to deliver the V-20 multiple times. She stops in place and looks up to a poster on the wall. The scene fades as she stares at the Cyberslam poster.]

Nelson: They say actions speak louder than words and it couldn't ring more true for Ms. McGavin. She wants that womens title.

Hart: Well so do several other women Joel.

Nelson: It's definitely a hot division in the cWo.

Hart: Oh, you're telling me!

DING DING DING

Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for ONE FALL!

[No music plays as Mac Johnson heads out to the ring, wearing a pair of tight fitting wrestling shorts and black wrestling boots.]

Dixon: In the ring, from West Paterson, New Jersey...Weighing in at 350 pounds... MAC JOHNSON!

[a small pop is heard from the crowd]

Nelson: Looks like Johnson may be getting a small following now.

Hart: .While that may be true, his opponent is coming off a big win from El Rapper, and already has a fansite dedicated to him!

Nelson: Oh, Yes, I've seen it, Your one of the Administrators on his message boards.

Hart: Administrator? I made the damn site!

Work it, make it, do it, Makes us harder, better, faster, stronger!

[The electronic voice rings of the speakers as all the lights dim down in the Arena. Dark Purple spotlights shine down on the center of the stage as "Stronger" by Kanye West begins to kick into full gear.]

[Slowly up from the center stage, a coming up through a bit of smoke, wearing a pair of glow in the dark "Shutter Shades" and a black sport jacket with flashing LED lines across the chest and arms. "The Original" Lou V Rictor, stands center stage after rising up slowly through the smoke.]

Now that don't kill me,
Can only make me stronger.
I need you to hurry up now
'Cause I can't wait much longer.

[He begins to walk down the ramp, slapping some fans hands before rolling under the bottom rope, he hops up and walks around the ring alittle. He pulls off his coat and hangs it on the ring ropes, now only in a black muscle shirt with "Stronger" written in graffiti looking text.]

[He takes off his shades and tosses them into the crowd, looking Johnson up and down, a grin plastered across his face]

Hart: There's my name Rictor! I partied with him after Driven last week! He is a damn comedian!

Nelson: Oh, he does Stand-Up?

Hart: Hell no! This man is crazy though, he's got some crazy parlor tricks that got us some killer free drinks!

DING DING DING

[The match starts off with Johnson as he locks up with Rictor quickly in the middle of the ring, Rictor goes for a side head lock, but Mac Johnson, with ease, picks Rictor up into a modified belly to back Suplex]

Nelson: Johnson, obviously not playing with Rictor Tonight.

Hart: Mac Johnson is all business when it comes to the ring.

[Rictor holds his head alittle as he picks himself up off the mat, Johnson however grabs him by the back of the neck and tosses him into the turnbuckle. Rictor Yelps in pain as Johnson backs up a bit.]

Nelson: Uh-oh! What was Johnson got planned?!

[Mac Johnson runs his foot across the ramp like a bull and lets out a beastly roar as he charges at Lou, Mac drops down low and hits Lou with a hard spear right in the gut, which almost splits him right in half]

Hart: Oh God! What a brutal spear!

Nelson: Rictor's ribs could be broken after that!

[Mac backs up again as Lou holds his gut, coughing a bit, Mac goes for another charge, but Lou rolls out of the way and pushes Mac right into the Ring post!]

Hart: Hah! Always on the Ball that Rictor!

Nelson: From what we've seen, Mac Johnson may not be taken out so easily.

[Mac pulls out of the ring post with a furious face, he rubs his shoulder alittle bit then charges at Rictor once again, this time Lou leap frogs over him, Mac turns around quickly, but Lou ducks under him, the third time around, goes for another run, but stops just as soon as Lou is about to duck under him and kicks him hard in the gut!]

Nelson: Mac Johnson has had enough of this game of keep away!

Hart: I wouldn't be surprised, having someone dodge you like that could get VERY Annoying.

[Lou keels over on all fours, holding his gut now, the 350 pound Mac Johnson, not having any sort of break, grabs Lou's arms and pulls him into a half nelson! Lou tries to break free but Johnson just heaves him back into a rough Half Nelson Slam!]

Nelson: Rictor is just getting the TAR beat out him tonight, I cannot see him getting up after that hard Half Nelson!

[Mac goes down for the pin, not even hooking a leg]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: He kicks out!

[Mac just shakes his head and pulls Lou up, he tosses him into the top right turnbuckle and begins to hammer away at his gut with a couple rights to the gut, Johnson grins as Lou keels over a bit more. Johnson gloats a bit by backing up, doing a bit of a pose then coming back with a hard knife edge chop!]

Hart: Come on Rictor! Fight back!

Nelson: You gotta admire his dexterity, I can't imagine going up against someone who weighs about 150 pounds more than me!

[Mac backs up again, gloats a bit more and comes back, but before he could strike Lou one more time, Rictor flicks his index finger up and pokes him right in the eye!]

Hart: Haha! There we go! Blind him!

[Rictor takes this chance to crawl up the turnbuckle a bit, but Johnson recovers quickly, and goes to pull him down, Rictor however pulls him into a front headlock, and performs a very rough looking top rope-swinging DDT!]

Nelson: Rictor, gets alittle bit of leverage here! Lets see if he can capitalize!!

Hart: Lets go Rictor! Show us some wrestling Parlor tricks!!

[Rictor picks himself up and backs up, bouncing off the ropes opposite and coming back with a hard Leg Drop!]

Hart: There we go! Rictor's got this match in the bag, Johnson hasn't even got a clue!

Nelson: I'm surprised, normally you'd be swooning over the bad guy in the match, and thats obviously Mac Johnson...

Hart: Shut yo, mouth!

[Rictor grins, still holding his gut alittle, he picks Johnson up, he ducks under Mac Johnsons Shoulder and tries to pick him up for the “Shades”, but Johnson doesn't budge, instead he begins to throw a couple elbows to the back of Rictor's head!]

Nelson: And now that leverage is gone!

[Johnson laughs as he picks Rictor up over his head into a Military press, he drops him down behind him from about 6 feet up.]

Hart: Aww! Come on!! What did Rictor ever do to Johnson to make him want to beat on him so bad!

Nelson: Maybe Johnson is the kind of guy that doesn't like Rictor's type?

Hart: RACIST!

[Johnson grabs Rictors arm, wanting to work away at him so he's nothing less than a shell when his finished, and pulls him into a tight Arm Bar! Lou Yells out in pain as Johnson reefs on his arm!]

Hart: Oh no! Arm Bars are next to impossible to get out of when your locked in!

Nelson: Hey leave the play by play to me!

Hart: I'm just showing my concern!

[Lou reaches around for a rope somewhere, about to use the rules against Johnson he finally manages, after a bunch of feeling around, to get a hold of the bottom rope and hold onto it for dear life!]

The Ref: Alright Johnson, Break the hold!

[Johnson continues to pull on the arm bar but the ref yells at him more to let go!]

Nelson: I don't think Mac Johnson gives a damn if the ref will disqualify him right here! He just wants to demolish Rictor!

Hart: But why! Whats his motivation! God I hate guys who do whatever they want!

Nelson: ..I...Wait...What!?

[The Ref then pulls Johnson off of Rictor, or atleast tries before Johnson lets go by himself and begins to yell at the ref, telling him he was in the right.]

Nelson: Probably not the best idea to get into a shouting match with a ref!

[While Johnson is distracted however, Lou quickly moves up and pulls him into a roll-up school boy!]

Hart: YEAH! GO RICTOR!!

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[Lou grabs the ropes for leverage, so Johnson has no way of getting out!]

THREE

DING! DING! DING!!

[Lou rolls out of the ring quickly, falling against the barricade on the outside as he laughs, holding his gut with his other arm raised!]

Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen! HERE IS YOUR WINNER! LOU V RICTOOOORRRR!

Nelson: Lou V. Rictor definitely stole that one. The way Mac Johnson's been he may have had it coming.

Hart: Ah Joel you should know by now sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do to get ahead in this business.

[Backstage, Tiffany Tolberg stands next to The ChED who looks very pleased with himself.]

Tolberg: I am here with Omega member, Chandler Edsel Dalmon. Last Sunday you and Jacob Baxter narrowly defeated Muru and Devon Dice. Is it safe to say that Omega is done with them?

The ChED: It is more than safe to say, it is a done deal! Omega did what it needed to do and I am finished with it. Quite frankly, it was fun babysitting the mid-cards because an example needed to be made to ANYONE who wants to play hero, anyone who wants to be a part of this war. Devon Dice, Muru, JJ Carter, and Shabazz were all part of that example. Now, it is time for me to move onto bigger and better things now that the kids have been put to bed.

Tolberg: But Devon Dice still claims that you “owe” him a match. He has yet to face you one on one.

The ChED: Like I said, I am done dealing with the lowest common denominator. Let me put it this way. I believe in manifest destiny! I believe that our paths have been laid out for us and while we do have free will, things happen for a reason. The universe has a way of course-correcting itself Tiffany. If something supposed to happen, it happens, if something is not supposed to happen, it just does not happen, no matter how hard one individual tries to fight destiny. The history of the world is like the history of cWo. It all works in a loop. Civilizations were built and fell. Dynasties conquered. Same story! Different subjects. cWo is destined to fall! It happened many times before and we are at the verge of it falling again. Heretic, Dangerous, CBK, Baxter and yours truly. We were DESTINED to be the angels of death. In the same vein, Dice has been wanting to face me for seemingly MONTHS now in a one on one contest. But, it never happened did it? No matter how much he wanted it. It didn’t happen. If we were meant to face off, I would have beaten Muru in the Lord of Punishment tournament. If we were meant to face off, last Sunday would not have been a tag match. Face it, it just isn’t in the card…

[Suddenly, he spies something out of the corner of his eye and ducks out of the way as Devon Dice barely misses him with the chair. Tiffany runs off camera as The ChED kicks Dice in the gut forcing him to drop the chair. The ChED goes for a neckbreaker but Dice pushes him out of the way. Dice starts throwing lefts and rights at the ChED and irish whips him into the set in the background. As the set goes down around them Dice continues to hit him with lefts and rights. Dice lifts him up and performs a dropkick on him. Dice goes for a Russian leg sweep but The ChED battle out of it with elbows to Dice. But Dice fights back with more punches to his face and chest. Dice then goes for the Hard Eight, but Chandler reverses it and SCOOPSLAMS Dice through some of the props. The ChED picks up the chair and smiles as Devon Dice comes to. The ChED lifts the chair up.]

The ChED: It just isn’t written in the stars, friend.

[Right as The ChED brings the chair down, Devon Dice ducks out of the way. But The ChED hits something! He looks down to see a very unconscious Tiffany Tolberg on the concrete floor.]

Nelson: NO!

Hart: Oh man this isn't good!

[Suddenly, security and officials run to her aid. The ChED looks shocked and stupified. Several people are shouting at him but he pays no attention.]

The ChED: But… she…

[He looks down at Dice, who immediately tends to Tiffany Tolberg. He can’t believe what he is seeing.]

The ChED: I didn’t mean to… I was…

[Security pulls a stunned ChED away as he just looks sick.]

Hart: I can’t believe what we are seeing. This is…

Nelson: It’s not right! The ChED just attacked Tiffany Tolberg with a steel chair. I really hope it was an accident.

[Dice looks over at ChED with even more hatred than he had before. The ChED just looks confused and dumbfounded as a stretcher is brought in. He walks away with a sick look. She gets loaded onto the stretcher as several people try to lift it up.]

Nelson: We have known The ChED to be a lot of things. He has been a self righteous prick and an all around conniving ring technician. I have NEVER seen him do anything this devious. Beating on Dice is one thing but he just laid out a woman.

Hart: It had to be a mistake.

Nelson: The look on The ChED’s face says it all. Could we be seeing a more human side to him?

[Officials and paramedics start carting the stretcher to the Ambulance with Dice leading the way.]

[The scene is the locker room where we see Sabrina Swallows giving Mike Logan a pre-match back massage as we then hear Mike Logan moaning as if he's enjoying his massage as he starts to speak to Sabrina.]

Logan: Sooo... Sabrina... have you ever wanted to join the "Mile High Club"?

[Sabrina looks excited yet a bit nervous as well as she begins to speak while chewing her bubble gum.]

Swallows: Uhmm, like... do I have to take a drug test and fill out an application and junk like that for the job?

[Mike Logan simply laughs out loud shaking his head but before he can answer, Mary-Joe Wolf walks into the room and Mike Logan turns his attention to her.]

Logan: Hey baby, you know, if you want a massage too, I'm sure Sabrina wouldn't mind massaging you too...

Mary-Joe Wolf: Sabrina, can you excuse Mike and me for a moment? I need to talk to him alone.

[Mary-Joe tosses Sabrina a roll of hundred dollar bills.]

Mary-Joe Wolf: Now go buy yourself something nice, mm-kay?

Swallows: Like, thank you!

[Sabrina leaves the room as Mary-Joe starts to speak to Mike.]

Mary-Joe Wolf: Mike, sweetie, you're not mad at me over what happened in Vegas, are you?

Logan: Mad? Nah, I figure I'll let the mental-midget parade around with his belt a little longer. You know what they say, Mary-Joe, what happens in Vegas... stays in Vegas!

Mary-Joe Wolf: So... you're not upset with me?

Logan: No, baby-doll... I can't stay mad at you. Whatever would give you that thought?

[Mary-Joe looks at Mike with concern as she begins to speak.]

Mary-Joe Wolf: Well, you've spent two hours getting a massage from Sabrina, so I didn't know if you were angry with me or not...

Logan: Baby, baby, baby... it was JUST a massage. Nothing more than that. You knew when we hired Sabrina that she was a masseuse. I always require two hours of massage time before I can even prepare for a match, I thought you knew that.

Mary-Joe Wolf: Well, I didn't know...

Mike Logan: Look, don't worry at all about Sabrina, you're my girl, Mary-Joe. Not her. What do you say we play a game of "Find the trouser snake"?

Mary-Joe Wolf: Sounds lovely...

[With that, the camera cuts back to ringside before we see anything more than the two of them kissing.]

Hart: You think I should tell Mary Joe the bad news?

Nelson: Don't go digging up that skeleton again Robbie.

Hart: I'm only human!

Nelson: Onto important matters folks, Omega's chaotic reign over cWo continues as moments ago, adding onto the fact that Nick Dangerous and Heretic have destroyed our World Championship, the conniving Chandler Edsel Dalmon wiped Tiffany Tolberg out with a steel chair.

Hart: Though to be fair, it was by accident.

Nelson: Accident or not, it's not as though his intentions were noble at the start. Chandler could have done nothing tonight and he'd still be a snake.

Hart: What can you do Joel? We rolled the dice with Omega last Sunday and the house lost, the ball's in their court.

Nelson: Heading into the biggest Pay Per View of the year, things couldn't be worse in cWo.

["Superstar" by Saliva hits the PA and "HotShot" Chris Michaels comes through the curtain. The audience reaction is a little mixed--the camera pans to a sign in the crowd that reads "Michaels doomed cWo".]

Hart: And here comes the man we can thank for that almost exclusively.

Nelson: Chris Michaels gave everything he had in that match, he put his heart and soul into it...

Hart: And lost! He handed the cWo World Championship back to Heretic, and if Omega has anything say about it, that loss will be the catalyst to destroy cWo. He tapped out in the middle of the ring, and when he tapped out, cWo tapped out. Trust me when I say Michaels don't deserve half of the few cheers he's getting tonight!

Nelson: Well I don't agree with that--

Hart: Then you're a moron, Joel! Thanks for nothing, "NotShot"!

[Michaels slowly walks out wearing jeans and a black sportcoat with a Virginia Tech hat. He forgoes his usual theatrics and walks down the ramp and uses the steps to get in the ring. As opposed to doing his trademark one fist salute, he simply walks over and asks for a mic. As he raises the mic, a few more boos come from the crowd.]

Michaels: I'm not proud of what happened at Roll of the Dice. Quite the opposite actually. On Sunday, I, uh...I let cWo's fans down and most importantly, I let the cWo as a whole down. When I...when I tapped out, I put the belt back in the control of Heretic, and into the hands of Omega. I gave it my all, and my all wasn't enough...Omega has the upper hand. A man admits when he's done something wrong...and I wronged each and every one of you, and the boys in the back, and I apologize.

[Another mixed reaction comes from the crowd, and Michaels sighs.]

Michaels: What matters was that I was the champion and I was one of cWo's few hopes. Serious got his part of the job done, and Dice and Muru put their all into their match. But the responsibility rested on me to bring home the big win and...and I didn't.

[The camera pans to a kid in a HotShot t-shirt, then cuts to someone giving him the thumbs down and booing him.]

Michaels: I've thought long and hard about where to go from here. I look back on the last month, I look back at history and I've decided that there is only one thing I can do.

Hart: He's retiring! It's about time.

Nelson: Stop it Robbie.

Michaels: Right here tonight, in front of all of you I'm going to do what makes sense.

Hart: He's really doing it Joel! Good riddance to bad rubbish!

[Michaels looks down at the ground and then looks directly into the camera, looking as serious as a heart attack.]

Michaels: Tonight, I will right the wrongs of Omega and Heretic. Tonight I will be invoking my rematch clause, and tonight I will bring back what's left of the cWo World Championship back home to the cWo, I will stop this before it gets any worse, and I--

["Back In The Saddle" cues on the PA and the crowd boos as Andrew Phillips strolls onto the stage, looking sickened.]

Nelson: Oh, and what's this now?

Hart: Apparently he has something to say.

Nelson: I was hoping Serious shut him up at Roll of the Dice...

Hart: Let's not forget, CBK had the last word in that match when it was all said and done.

Nelson: Indeed he did. Ultimately even though CBK lost, they all walked out the victors, unfortunately for the rest of us.

[Andrew let's his music die down a bit before he tries to speak, and soaks up the crowd boos for a moment. He then turns to Chris Michaels and shakes his head.]

Andrew: You...are an old...stupid fool.

Michaels: What was that?

Andrew: You don't understand...your place. You operate under the assumption that you were the World Heavyweight Champion...because you were good. You were the World Heavyweight Champion...because Heretic made you world champion.

Michaels: Wait a minute, he...

Andrew: Heretic laid out Serious...your destiny was chosen for you. You stubborn old mule...did you actually think you still had "it"? That you could be the savior of this place? Make no mistake, old man...you could never save this place. cWo has been doomed from the start...but even if it could be saved, you could never save this place, Christopher. You weren't a World Champion, you were a pawn, a placeholder, an effing patsy. [The crowd begins to boo.] We used you, Chris. Of all the sheep in cWo, you were the one that was the easiest to slaughter. You were a tired old fool who we knew wouldn't put up a fight. HotShot...how does it feel? How does it feel to know that you were nothing until we made you something. And now that we've taken away the one thing you held most dear...you're f*BEEP!*ing worthless again.

Michaels: Wait a second, I've heard all this before, but you--

Andrew: You will get no rematch Chris. Certainly not tonight, no, tonight is too glorious a night for you to spoil it. You won't get a rematch ever. Even if you did, you'd fail. That's what you are, you senile old bastard. You're a failure. We were counting on you failing. Look at your championship reign. All you did was fail upwards, Chris. But mark my words...you will get no more hand outs. We won't hand you a nice little championship that you can tack onto your allegedly legendary career resume. Omega is DONE with "HotShot" Chis Michaels. You are no longer worth our time. Learn your place, Christopher, amongst the hasbeens and neverweres. The quicker you learn that lesson, the quicker you'll learn you need to hang up your boots, and take a long, extend vacation. You'll be much...much...happier.

[Andrew drops his mic and leaves. Chris Michaels looks dumbfounded and goes to speak, but doesn't manage to say anything.]

Hart: ...Well, that was...interesting.

Nelson: Andrew didn't speak very long, but his words carried some weight. Did...did he just completely dismiss Chris Michaels here tonight?

Hart: Apparently!

Nelson: Folks, we gotta go to commercial...we'll be back.

[In the same hospital where last week's Driven saw Nick Dangerous standing bedside to an unsuspecting Reg Mendel, we see the brother of Nick Dangerous, who saved Reg standing next to Chazz's pained father, looking to the camera.]

Dangerous: I didn't want it to come to this. Nick, there was a time where I considered you my brother, but that was so long ago it's hard to remember that time ever existed. When you left the family for life in America, Dad couldn't have been prouder, I couldn't have been prouder. When you made it to cWo, he was out of his mind, talking to his friends, talking to me about big brother's crowning achievement. But you changed. Things changed.

[He pauses as he chokes up inside a little as he becomes reflective on the past.]

Dangerous: It was the best thing I'd ever seen, the look on his face when you finally made it. But if I could go back in time and take it away from him knowing what was to come, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Nick, you knew Dad's been sick for two years, and knowing that you haven't taken a pay check in six months, the least you could have done was lend some of that money to help him.

[He becomes increasingly frustrated.]

Dangerous: Nick, I can't let this go on any more! Look at Reg! Look what you did to this innocent man. I have been sitting back and letting all of this happen for too long. I kept defending you Nick, and telling all our friends and family that you would change, and it's just embarassing now. Is this how you want to be remembered, Nick? Beating up Dads friends? I don't know what has gotten in to Nick Dangerous, but this is not how the Dangerous family does business. We settle it in the ring with active competitors. We don't attack the elderly in their sleep. Is that what you do now? I've apologized to Reg on the behalf of myself and my Father and I swear to you that I will make sure you have a chance to say your sorries on a bed in the same hospital as Dad. I'm Zach Dangerous, and I'm coming for you.

Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following tag team match is set for one fall... introducing first... at a combined weight of 400 pounds... Brother Shabazz and JJ Carter... the Connexcion!!!

[“Murder Was The Case” by Snoop Dogg begins to play as JJ Carter and Brother Shabazz make their way through the crowd on their way to the ring.]

Nelson: Fans, this certainly is a big opportunity for the Connexcion tonight against the team of Mr. Rich and his young protege, Mike Logan. Personally, I hope Logan and Mr. Rich get what they have coming to them!

Hart: Don’t be silly... these two don’t stand a chance against the well-oiled machine of Mike Logan and Mr. Rich!

Dixon: And their opponents... at a combined weight of 477 pounds... this the team of Mr. Rich and Mike... Logan!!!

[“Money” by Pink Floyd begins to play as Mr. Rich and Mike Logan strut arrogantly down to the ring, with Logan being accompanied by Mary-Joe Wolf and Sabrina Swallows following behind him. Rich and Logan make their way to the ring and both arrogantly pose as money shoots out of the turnbuckles as Mr. Rich and Mike Logan start yelling at the Connexion.]

Nelson: Carter and Shabazz certainly not taking too kindly to the remarks of Mr. Rich and Mike Logan and as the bell rings, we have Mr. Rich and JJ Carter starting off the match. Both men circle one another with JJ Carter trying to lock up, but Mr. Rich a bit hesitant to do so as he postures to the fans. Carter though, like a vulture stalking it’s prey, kicks Mr. Rich in the back of the knee and strikes him with a DDT. Carter goes off the ropes and springboards off the middle rope with a Moonsault attempt, but lands on his feet as Mr. Richa nd Mike Logan, like the cowards they are retreat to the outside to talk strategy.

Hart: They’re not being cowards, they’re being smart wrestlers. Don’t want to over-exert yourself in that ring.

Nelson: Oh, like you’re the professor of wrestling 101! Rich and Logan don’t get a break for long as Carter and Shabazz hit twin suicide dives to the outside, knocking Mr. Rich and Mike Logan to the ground. Carter now drags Mr. Rich back in the ring as Shabazz races to the corner for the tag. Shabazz comes in and hits a picture-perfect vertical suplex there. He now whips Mr. Rich into the ropes and hits the vicious Spinebuster and goes for the first pin-fall attempt of the match.

ONE

TWO

Hart: Ha! Mr. Rich is too strong to stay down that easily!

Nelson: And now Mike Logan tries to rush the ring and the referee is focused on him as Mr. Rich gives Shabazz a low-blow! It figures he can’t do anything legal to shift momentum back into his favor! And look at the smile on Mike Logan’s face, knowing what he just did!

Hart: Why the hate on Mike Logan and Mr. Rich? Is it their fault they don’t operate under the rules?

Nelson: Yes it is, Robbie!

Hart: Well, have YOU ever wrestled before?

Nelson: Well, no, but...

Hart: Then SHUT UP!

Nelson: Point taken and now Mr. Rich with a body slam followed by a running knee drop to the head before tagging in “The Canadian Gigolo”, Mike Logan. Logan sizes up Shabazz and hits the Belly to Belly Suplex. Now he’s doing his patented Logan Stomp just stomping away on poor Brother Shabazz here. Now Logan goes to the second rope and MISSES the splash! Shabazz finds his way to JJ Carter and makes the tag. Carter comes in off the top rope and hits Logan with an ax-handle smash, ringing the bell of the self-proclaimed “Loga-Conda”.

Hart: No, no, no!!! Get up, Mike!

Nelson: JJ now follows it up with a German Suplex into a pin attempt.

ONE

TWO

Hart: Mr. Rich comes in to break up the three count, being the consumate ring general that he is!

Nelson: Right, ring general... Rich seems to be staying in the ring for an extra moment as Mike Logan rakes the eyes of JJ Carter and goes to lock in a Sleeper hold. Logan has it locked in pretty well, but Carter counters with a Belly to Back Suplex and both men are down! Now it becomes a race to see who can get to their corner first... and it looks like Carter tagged in Shabazz first and Logan tagged Mr. Rich in. Shabazz comes in like a house of fire with a running clothesline to Mr. Rich followed by another one and now he drop-kicks Mike Logan over the top rope and onto the arena floor! Mr. Rich is in a bad way here and it looks like Shabazz has got Mr. Rich in the corner and is doing some of Mr. Rich’s patented-chops to add humiliation.

Hart: He can’t do that! What a shot in the mouth!

Nelson: But wait a minute, here comes Giant Maxx lumbering to ring-side and Shabazz doesn’t see him lined up in a three-point, stance behind him until it’s too late and Giant Maxx has just managed to squash Brother Shabazz, the referee, and Mr. Rich all in one fell-swoop!

Hart: Is the only reason he’s employed because it would violate the Americans with Disabilities Act to fire him?

Nelson: Lay off, Hart... the poor guy, albeit a bit mis-guided, was only trying to help. Now Mike Logan, who was in the corner, is yelling at poor Giant Maxx.

Logan: Way to go, Corky! You just cost us the match!

Giant Maxx: But... mah name’s not Corky... it’s Maxx...

Logan: Just get out of here, you dumb tub of lard!

Hart: Oh jeez, now Maxx is running away crying...

Nelson: Well, I can’t blame him after Mike Logan had the audacity to talk to him like that! The referee’s come to and Shabazz has an arm over Mr. Rich, but the referee’s motioning a tag was made! Shabazz is coming to and is in disbelief over this!

Hart: That had to be a VERY lucky break that Mike Logan apparently made a blind tag!

Nelson: And now, Mike Logan comes into the ring and goes for a running forearm, but gets speared by JJ Carter! Carter quickly running back to the corner, pounding the turnbuckles to get Brother Shabazz’s attention as he makes the tag! Now Carter coming in like a man possessed with a running elbow strike to Mike Logan’s face, knocking him for a loop as he shoves him into the corner as he and Shabazz are calling for the Second Story Drop as Mr. Rich is still down! But wait a minute, what’s Sabrina Swallows doing on the apron?

Hart: Giving me an up-skirt shot of her?

Nelson: She’s barely legal, for God’s sake... and now, with the referee distracted, Mary-Joe Wolf has a bottle of perfume and sprays it in the eyes of Brother Shabazz and JJ Carter! Shabazz falls to the arena floor and now Mike Logan hoists up JJ Carter in the vertical suplex position and follows it up with a Neckbreaker and there’s the Ego-Stroke!

Hart: Make the count, ref!

ONE

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THREE

Donna Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen, here are your winners... the team of Mr. Rich and Mike Logan!!!

Nelson: This is absolute crap! There’s no way those two would have won if it wasn’t for those two skanks!

Hart: Now that’s no way to talk about Mary-Joe!

Nelson: I don’t care! The fact remains that Mike Logan and Mr. Rich STOLE a win here tonight! I think I’m gonna be sick!

Hart: Now it looks like Mike Logan’s got a microphone and this could be interesting...

Nelson: I sure hope Standards and Practices aren’t watching...

Logan: Thank you all for the support... you know what they say. Two women are always better than one!

[The fans boo loudly as Mr. Rich starts to come to his feet.]

Logan: Now then... there’s the subject of the United States Title held by that mental midget, Sean Pason...

[The fans cheer hearing his name.]

Logan: Which further proves why people from New Jersey are the poster children for birth-control!

[The fans boo even louder hearing this...]

Nelson: Can we PLEASE shut his microphone off?

Logan: Anyway, after Pason, by a fluke, managed to defeat the “Loga-Conda”... I’ve been chomping at the bits to put that charity case out of his misery once and for all! It’s time for Mike Logan to show the world that he truly is the standard for which all men are held to. Which is why at the February pay-per-view, I want a rematch, Pason! If you’ve got any man-hood to you what-so-ever... you’ll accept my challenge, because you know that I will beat you like a dog in that ring and I WILL take the United States belt away from a country that treats this great sport like a joke and bring it back home to Canada, where fans truly appreciate wrestling, unlike you fat American slobs! So, Pason, what’s it gonna be? Are you a man... or are you a mouse? I expect an answer by next week!

[Mike Logan tosses the microphone down as he and Mr. Rich leave with Mary-Joe Wolf kissing and Sabrina Swallows wiping him off with a towel.]

Nelson: It's been a tough night so far ladies and gentlemen, and we're about to get ready for the night's main event. So far the World Championship has been destroyed, Tiffany Tolberg hospitalized, we'll keep you posted on her condition as we await some kind of update. We're preparing for our main event of the evening, which may bring us some silver lining in all this chaos.

Hart: It could also make things worse.

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

Nelson: Looks like we're gonna hear from Johnny Serious before we see to our main event. Serious led the pack to the ring earlier today in the midst of Omega's destruction of the World Heavyweight Championship.

Hart: Which was a bit too little too late.

Nelson: Be that as it may, Serious must have a lot on his mind.

[Serious grabs a mic as the crowd is going wild.]

Serious: They said cWo was dead! They were wrong! They predicted a night of Omega victories! They were wrong! They think by Heretic winning the World Title and destroying it that it's the Beginning of the End! They are SERIOUSLY wrong!

Crowd: Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny!

Serious: So let them have their stupid little victory parties or whatever they want. It doesn't matter because in the whole scheme of things, Omega didn't really win anything at al last night and nor will they tonight!

[Serious paces around the ring as he continues.]

Serious: I look at what happened at Roll The Dice last sunday and I think it is safe to say that Heretic and Omega underestimated the spirit of the cWo. No one layed down for anyone. And though the title was lost, I think everyone in the back should give Chris Michaels the credit he deserves. He fought his ass off to hold onto that title. He took a hell of a beating and in the end, came up just a bit short. I know some, like Robbie Hart down there with the stupid little headsets on would call Michaels a failure.

Hart: How does he know what I'm thinking?

Serious: But Michaels is far from a failure. He won the world title against four men, and he successfully defended that title. And though he lost to Heretic last week, I am not about to stand up here and question his will or the sacrifices he made holding onto that title. And how about Nick Dangerous and Andrew Phillips. I will admit that I was wrong about Andrew Phillips. I thought there was a man in need of proper direction but I was SERIOUSLY mistaken. But mark my words, that will NOT HAPPEN AGAIN! In our match, I saw a bit of that old Andrew Phillips, the one who beat Chazz Mendel, but his loyalty to Heretic is strong, and there is no use in trying persuade him to change his thinking! And I promise you all standing in front of me, I will not let Phillips actions after our match go unnoticed.

[The crowd cheers.]

Serious: I want everyone in Omega to listen up. Battle lines have been drawn! Several months ago I had a match against Nick Dangerous where I did everything I could to beat him and I did. I beat him senseless! It was one of the most brutal matches I have ever been a part of. Since then, I have vowed that it would take a lot to get me to that point. I have been challenged several times. To hurt Evette, to Powerbomb Heretic off of the cage, to hurt that little weasel, Jon Pilchard, and each time, my better judgement prevented me from sinking to the depths of Heretic. I apologized to all the fans who witnessed my match against Nick Dangerous but I refused to promise people that it would never happen again. I just said I would try to contain my survival instincts. Well folks, I must warn you. There are reasons why I made no such promise. And I am not about to play Omega's little mind games, but what I can tell you, is that for OMEGA, IT's ABOUT TO GET SERIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[The crowd cheers as U2's ELEVATION plays as Johnny Serious begins to exit the ring.]

Nelson: We knew Robbie that there was only so much that Omega can do before people really begin to fight back and I think we may have seen Johnny's breaking point. If we see the Johnny Serious that stepped into the ring with Nick Dangerous at Slam in the Sand, then this last stand from Johnny Serious will prove to be an effective one. We're gonna take one last commercial break and when we come back? It's Chazz Mendel versus Heretic.

Nelson: We're back folks and we have an update on Tiffany Tolberg, she has in fact suffered a concussion due to the unspeakable actions of Chandler Edsel Dalmon in the backstage area, who was attacked by Devon Dice, and things escalated to a point where Chandler had swung a chair, which had instead nailed Tolberg square in the head.

Hart: Which is despicable no matter how you slice it.

DING DING DING

Benson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And is our maaaaaain event!

["Tiger the Lion" by The Tragically Hip hits the PA system. Gord Downie's voice croons over the music.]

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

[The song kicks in and Chazz Mendel comes out to much fanfare. Chazz Mendel puts theatrics aside as he strides down to the ring ready for anything.]

Benson: Entering the ring first, he weighs in at two hundred and twelve pounds, hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia. Chazz Meeeeendeeeeeel!

Nelson: To fit the beat of Johnny Serious' drum, Chazz Mendel might quell the storm before it erupts tonight as he's set to face Heretic, bad back and all.

Hart: Bad back and all Joel? The condition of Chazz's back pretty much seals his fate wouldn't you think?

Nelson: Maybe so. Sometimes the heart will bring you to depths the body wouldn't ordinarily go.

Hart: Inspirational as that may sound, I'm a realist Joel.

[Cameras show Johnny Serious looking in the ring at Chazz Mendel nodding his head in approval.]

Nelson: With Johnny Serious still at ringside, Chazz Mendel can at least have assurance that this stays between Heretic and Chazz Mendel.

["Sympathy For The Devil" begins to play from the PA system. Fans boo as Heretic comes out from the entrance way as the intro passes. Following Heretic comes Nick Dangerous.]

Benson: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Nick Dangerous. He weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds, and hails from New York, New York. He is the World Heavyweight Champion, Heeeereeetiiiic!

Nelson: Seems unnecessary to introduce him as the World Champion. He denounced that title in my estimation when he and Dangerous voluntarily destroyed it in the center of the ring.

Hart: I think the best idea for Tony Awesome would be to let the Championship be vacant until we can make sure Heretic is gone and never comes back.

Nelson: If that's even a possibility.

Hart: That's exactly my point.

[Heretic, with a smile on his face enters the ring, while Nick Dangerous and Johnny Serious stare each other down on the outside of the ring. Chazz Mendel and Heretic stare each other down as well, when Heretic begins raising his clenched fist.]

Nelson: Things are about to get under way folks. Let's cross our fingers for Chazz Mendel tonight.

Hart: Screw crossing fingers, I might be a praying man tonight!

[Heretic's smile grows wider as he reveals in his hand to Chazz Mendel a chunk of gold, previously attached to the World Heavyweight Championship. Chazz Mendel slaps it out of his hand as he begins digging forearms into the head of Heretic. Johnny Williams quickly calls for the bell.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: Heretic on the receiving end at the expense of a bad joke. Chazz Mendel all over Heretic as the match is just getting started! Shoots Heretic into the ropes.

[Heretic hooks his arms on the top rope, stopping the momentum as Chazz Mendel falls on his back following a missed dropkick.]

Nelson: Heretic leaves Chazz no choice but to fall on his injured back.

[Chazz, determined to remain in the fight, immediately, albeit slowly returns to his feet as Heretic wanders toward Chazz Mendel at a comfortable pace, which is forced to quicken as Chazz Mendel hits a leaping hurricanrana.]

Nelson: Chazz Mendel casting the pain in his back aside with a hurricanrana!

[Chazz Mendel, sees Heretic as he attempts to get to his feet, and immediately boots him back down with a kick to the head.]

Nelson: Mendel, bringing the fight!

[Heretic falls down and rolls out of the ring. Johnny Serious is seen shaking his head exclaiming "no, no, no!" as he walks toward Heretic. Before catching up to him, Nick Dangerous gets in Serious' face.]

Hart: Things are about to escalate Robbie!

Nelson: Are Nick Dangerous and Johnny Serious gonna go at it right here?

[Heretic hoists himself onto the apron, as Nick begins to back away. Heretic and Chazz Mendel stare each other down, as Chazz Mendel gives Heretic some space to reenter the ring. As Heretic enters, Chazz Mendel kicks Heretic in the shoulder.]

Hart: Oooh!

[Heretic is stunned, as Chazz Mendel follows up, dropping a leg drop on the back of Heretic's neck, bringing him fully into the ring.]

Nelson: Chazz Mendel, no stranger to fair play, using it to his advantage as he remains on the offensive.

[Heretic attempts to get up, but Chazz Mendel again remains offensive, kicking him in the ribs.]

Hart: Wow.

Nelson: Mendel is really laying it into our false World Champion.

Hart: He said he disarmed the Weapon, and he's gonna kill the killer. Chazz Mendel has never been shy to do whatever it takes to send a message.

Nelson: Fans are loving it thus far.

[Chazz helps a winded Heretic to his feet, when Heretic quickly grabs Chazz by the head with both hands and digs his thumbs into Chazz's eyes. Chazz lets out a blood curdling scream.]

Nelson: Oh no..

[Williams becomes concerned as Heretic digs into his eyes, Williams gets in between the two, separating Heretic from Chazz Mendel but not before the damage is done.]

Nelson: Heretic showing Mendel that no matter how low you can go, Heretic can go even lower.

[Heretic laughs sadistically as Chazz Mendel blindly swings for the fences, Heretic dodges two haymakers, and throws a straight right jab into Mendel's jaw, backing him into a corner.]

Nelson: Heretic with the advantage now.

[Heretic swings a kick into the stomache of Chazz Mendel. Then, follows up as he jumps on the first rope, holds Chazz's head aside as he digs elbows into the trapezius muscle of Chazz Mendel.]

Nelson: Oh come on now!

Hart: Heretic's going for the jugular!

[Heretic climbs off Chazz after a count to four, then getting in the face of Johnny Williams shouting "oh and just what are you gonna do? Huh?" Williams quickly backs away from Heretic, putting out his hands, trying to create distance between the two.]

Hart: It seems unnecessary for Friday the Thirteenth to be hitting theatres when we already have Heretic. I'm not sure Jason Vorhees would even know what to do with him!

[Heretic then sets his sights on Chazz Mendel again, jumping on the first rope, and delivering more elbows to the trapezius.]

Nelson: More of those vicious elbows! That's enough!

[Chazz Mendel out of desperation walks forward and drops Heretic into a manhattan drop.]

Nelson: Mendel hits back with an inverted atomic drop!

[Chazz falls back, nearly seated against the second turnbuckle, he pulls on the top ropes to bring himself to his feet, he lifts his legs off the mat with support of the top ropes, clenching his legs around Heretic's head, attempting another hurricanrana, but Heretic lifts his legs off, and throws them over the top rope, sending Chazz over, landing on the apron with his back facing Heretic.]

Nelson: Uh oh.

[Heretic clenches hes hands around Chazz's neck, as he falls down and releases, slingshotting Chazz's back over the ropes and pushing him off the apron, colliding head first into the guard rail.]

Hart: That's no good.

Nelson: Chazz is down and out, that looked really bad as Heretic just threw Chazz out of the ring, with help of the ring ropes.

Hart: The ring was Heretic's sling shot and Chazz Mendel was the projectile!

[Chazz lies on the mat outside in agony, as Nick inches up towards Chazz Mendel. Meanwhile Johnny Serious paces his way towards Chazz Mendel, causing the two to stare each other down once more.]

Hart: I get this feeling that chaos is just around the corner.

Nelson: It's been the mood of the entire night Robbie.

[Williams begins a ten count after Heretic exits the ring after Chazz, resuming the action between Nick Dangerous and Johnny Serious.]

Nelson: Nick Dangerous' presence adds an element of uncertainty, that's one thing you can be sure of.

[Heretic helps Chazz Mendel to his feet, grabbing him by the head, and wrecklessly throws Chazz's head backwards into the guard rail.]

ONE

Nelson: Heretic's offense is sickening, just sickening. Him and Nick Dangerous are two different sides of the same coin, where Nick Dangerous will dismantle a body with his grappling and submission knowhow, Heretic will scratch, claw, and tear into his opponents with sheer violence, no finesse, just pure violence.

TWO

[Heretic then picks Chazz up again, throwing him back first into the ring apron, before rolling him into the ring.]

THREE

Nelson: Thankfully this is getting back into the ring.

[Dangerous and Serious back into opposite sides of the ring as the match continues. With Chazz Mendel on his stomache, Heretic begins pulling back on the chin of Chazz Mendel, arching his back underneath the bottom rope as Williams immediately starts a five count.]

Hart: That ring and its surroundings are Heretic's weapon for this match it seems.

[Heretic stops at four, before pulling Chazz away by the foot towards the center of the ring. He then begins slowly picking him up to his feet.]

Nelson: Normally when someones opponent is in a state like Chazz Mendel they'd be focused on the victory. Heretic on the other hand is just looking to dish out more damage.

Hart: You know Heretic's loving this right now.

[Heretic digs his nails into the chest of Chazz Mendel, and scratches them downwards over his chest.]

Nelson: Oohh, just vicious.

[Heretic then pulls Chazz Mendel in as he knees him in the stomache. Then, he hooks Mendel's arm over his neck, preparing for a vertical suplex.]

Nelson: Heretic maintains his advantage with a vertical suplex.

[Heretic goes for the pin.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Kickout at two.

[As he kicks out, Heretic laughs, slapping the face of Chazz Mendel repeatedly with lefts and rights.]

Nelson: Look at him, just loving this.

Hart: I'm telling you, Jason Vorhees has nothing on Heretic. Jason is just a character in a movie, Heretic is very real.

[Heretic, on his feet, backs into the ropes. On the rebound he leaps up for a knee drop.]

Nelson: Chazz just avoided a very real knee drop!

[Heretic embraces the pain as he stands on his knee, looking over a recovering Chazz Mendel, Heretic gets on his feet, as he goes for a boot to the head of Chazz Mendel, who stands on his knees. Chazz sidesteps the boot.]

Nelson: Could this be the turnaround?

[Chazz Mendel gets up as Heretic turns around, Chazz drops a low dropkick to the right knee of Heretic, as Heretic again falls to his knees.]

Nelson: Basement dropkick from Chazz Mendel!

[Chazz gets up again, as Heretic does the same.]

Nelson: Keep it up Chazz!

[Heretic goes in for a clothesline, which Chazz dodges, as Heretic turns to face Chazz, he gets hit with a step up enziguri.]

Nelson: And an enziguri for good measure!

Hart: This is great!

Nelson: But the jury is still out of Chazz Mendel can come out the victor.

[Heretic falls backwards into the turnbuckle, as Chazz Mendel slowly brings himself to his feet. As Heretic remains stunned, Chazz buries his shoulder deep into the gut of Heretic with a charging shoulder tackle.]

Nelson: Ooooh! Chazz Mendel nearly impaled Heretic!

Hart: That wore me out just watching!

[Chazz then lifts Heretic up with all his might, to the top rope.]

Nelson: This could be a big time equalizer for Chazz Mendel!

Hart: Could be a big time mistake if he screws it up too!

[Chazz lays in a slap to Heretic's face as he sits him atop the turnbuckle.]

Nelson: Ouch! And a slap to show Heretic what he thinks of him.

[Chazz begins climbing up after him as the crowd rallies behind Chazz, Johnny Serious claps along with the audience in support.]

Nelson: Drop him like a bad habit Chazz!

[Chazz aggressively drives forearms into the head of Heretic, who looks to be showing signs of exhaustion, blow after blow.]

Hart: He's feelin' it!

Nelson: I'll be damned if Heretic gets out of this one!

[Chazz looks Heretic in the worn out eyes, shouting to him "you're DEAD!" as he leaps up and takes him down and out with a top rope hurricanrana.]

Nelson: BIG TIME air there folks! Heretic hits the mat with a sickening thud!

[On impact Heretic rolls onto his chest and slides backwards towards the corner of the ring, nursing his back.]

Hart: Did you hear him before he hit the move?

Nelson: Chazz definitely passionate in his cause to quote unquote, "kill the killer" of his father Reg.

[Referee Johnny Williams begins counting to a knock out as both Heretic and Chazz lie on the mat.]

ONE

Hart: That move definitely served as an equalizer. But Joel, we're talking about a man who's wrestled on glass, I'm not sure we're gonna find resolution with Omega in the confines of a singles match.

TWO

Nelson: cWo needs a shot of adrenaline, and Chazz Mendel beating Heretic tonight would be exactly that in my eyes.

THREE

Nelson: These fans need this so they can go home tonight sure that cWo will be in East Rutherford again someday. Selfishly, I need this Robbie.

FOUR

Nelson: It might not be the nail in Omega's coffin, but it sure as hell wouldn't go ignored!

FIVE

[Chazz Mendel begins getting to his feet, nursing his back. Heretic shows signs of life as well.]

Nelson: The match continues as Johnny Williams stops the count, you got him right where you need him Chazz!

[As Heretic gets to his knees, Chazz walks toward him. As he draws near, Heretic quickly gets up and drop toe holds Chazz Mendel into the second turnbuckle.]

Nelson: No!

[As Chazz is stunned, Heretic quickly picks Chazz off the turnbuckle and lays his head down on the mat, pushing his shoulder into the turnbuckle post under the first turnbuckle.]

Nelson: What's Heretic doing?

[Heretic presses Chazz's head against the turnbuckle when Nick Dangerous, from the outside, sandwiches Chazz Mendel's head between boot and steel. Booting Chazz's head against the turnbuckle post.]

Nelson: Wait a minute-no!

Hart: So much for hoping Joel!

DING DING DING

Hart: Tiffany Tolberg might not be the only one with a concussion after tonight!

[Serious immediately rushes in the ring as the fans react either enthusiastically for Serious or disappointedly in the downfall of Chazz Mendel, mixed as Serious climbs on the back of Heretic, delivering hammer blows to the spine when Nick Dangerous enters the ring immediately after.]

Nelson: It's Serious taking on Heretic and Dangerous with two to one odds!

Hart: Serious should just get out of there and plan before getting back at it with Omega!

[Heretic gets out of Serious' grasp as Nick applies a front face lock.]

Nelson: Nick Dangerous with a guillotine choke, reminding me of the beating delivered to Reg Mendel all over again!

[Heretic sizes Johnny Serious up, to deliver repeated kicks to the gut of Johnny Serious.]

Hart: Serious should've just got out of there! Those kicks look brutal.

Nelson: Chazz Mendel is out completely. Johnny Serious in a bad way, we could see some internal bleeding from those kicks.

Hart: This is the first week of Heretic's reign as World Champion. Five more weeks until Cyberslam. I'm not sure we're gonna make it Joel.

[Suddenly from the backstage area, Devon Dice, Muru, Barrett Hawk, J.J. Carter, and Chris Michaels make a dash for the ring.]

Nelson: cWo coming together before things get any worse!

[Dangerous and Heretic exit the ring, just like the beginning of the show, escaping through the audience. On the way out, Heretic picks up the remaining shard of the World Heavyweight Championship, dangling it in front of himself as he backs away, laughing at the cWo as Nick stands at his side.]

Hart: Well help came through again, but once again it might be too little too late.

Nelson: cWo's bravest are weakening physically Robbie, but seemingly more unified than ever. Hopefully this awareness makes cWo a safer habitat next week when we're live in Newark, New Jersey...

[The show comes to a close with a fading shot of Hawk and Carter looking after Chazz Mendel, while Muru, Dice and Michaels look after a coughing and wheezing Johnny Serious.]