[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

[Pyro explodes as cameras rush through excited fans in the audience all heavily anticipating tonight's live show. Cameras scan through various fan signs.]

Nelson: We're alive and kicking in Buffalo New York ladies and gentlemen and I am personally excited for tonight's event. This is Joel Nelson alongside longtime colour commentator Robbie Hart and you are watching cWo Driven!

Hart: Well aren't you giddy tonight?

Nelson: In the midst of cWo's trying times tonight's a good night to be optimistic.

Hart: I wouldn't get too optimistic.

Nelson: Well that's what you're here for right? I for one am excited, the cWo faithful in the locker room has seemingly never been more unified than they are now. I'm optimistic that we're more prepared for Omega than we've ever been.

Hart: Last week wasn't without its hiccups. I know Giant Maxx won't be bothering Mr. Rich for some time.

Nelson: No, unfortunately he's the most recent victim of the Omega collective, but perhaps that was the last eye opener the cWo needed to know that it's do or die time. Tonight's main event folks pits Chris Michaels in the lions den against his old rival Nick Dangerous. Last time these two met one on one it was the HotShot who sealed the deal. But will his luck be the same tonight?

[The lights around the arena shut off with the exception of one spotlight focused on the center of the stage. As the beginning bass of The White Stripes “7 Nation Army” begins to play the massive figure of Ronnie “The Grim Reaper” Wilkins walks onto the stage as we hear the introduction from Donna Dixon.]

Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Daytona Beach, Florida, RONNIE WILKINS! And his opponent...

[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: Hailing from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 225 pounds he is TRAVIS.....MONROE!

[At this point both men stand in the ring as we wait the bell to ring for the start of the match.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: Well, last week Ronnie Wilkins was victorious in his debut match up but this week he faces Travis Monroe a wrestler who hasn't really had a chance to make an impact.

Hart: Well one of these men is really going to make an impact here to night. Lets hope this match doesn't go on for ever.

[As we get back to the action we see Wilkins beating on Monroe with stiff shots to the back keeping Monroe on the mat. Wilkins picks Monroe up only to deliver a huge body slam almost knocking the wind out of him. Wilkins then goes for a quick pin. He only gets a two count before Monroe kicks out.]

Hart: It was almost over right there Joel, that would have been an impact if you ask me. Wilkins may even kill Monroe.

Nelson: You know no one wants to see that. Both of these men have a bright future.

[Back in the ring we see Monroe trying to fight back against Wilkins but gets dropped once again with a stiff clubbing shot to the back. Wilkins picks Monroe back up before sending him into the ropes. As he comes back Wilkins lifts Monroe up and power slams him before going for the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE

[The bell then sounds as Donna Dixon makes the announcement for the end of the match.]

Dixon: Here is your winner RONNIE WILKINS!

Hart: That was quick wasn't it Joel?

Nelson: You're telling me!

Hart: When you're that big it doesn't matter how good you are.

Nelson: Wilkins is a bit of a blue chipper but I don't think we can make an accurate measurement of his skills with what we've seen so far, all I can say is he's making waves, that's for sure.

[The camera cuts backstage where we see Jacob Baxter. He is going through his locker possibly looking for something. The camera pans out some and Muru can be seen sneaking into the locker room. He slowly approaches Baxter and stops when he is behind him. He makes a fist like he is going to attack which draws cheers from the crowd in the arena. He thinks better of it and taps Baxter on the shoulder. Baxter turns around and takes a swing which Muru dodges]

Muru: Temper, temper. Don’t tell me one of the big bad members of Omega are scared.

Baxter: D’you think this is fear? It’s a laugh riot to see you trying to play my games on me. That is a sign of fear and lack of confidence in yourself, mate. You’re just like everybody else against Omega, cowards who can’t even group together to put up a decent fight. Maybe you need to take your head out of your arse and see that. Although there won’t be much else to see after I take you out for good.

Muru: That remains to be seen now doesn’t it. I just wanted to remind you that you are in my sights as well. I just plan on destroying you on a level playing field. It will make it that much sweeter.

Baxter: [laughing to himself] Level playing field? As you see, unless you’re with Omega, the odds are always against you. There is no fair way to take us out, yeah? Maybe if you had a little more sac, your threats would matter. Instead you’re scared of the consequences.

Muru: Maybe you are right. I might be a little bit afraid, and there is a chance I won’t get the job done. But I sure as hell am going to try, and I am going to do it my way.

Baxter: Best of the British then with ya, mate…

[Baxter pushes past Muru and begins to walk away with his back turned]

Muru: Hey! If I were you I would look over your shoulder. I can promise you I won’t attack you from behind but I wouldn’t make the same guarantee about the rest of the cWo roster.

[Baxter turns away with a smirk on his face as we head to commercials.]

[The camera focuses on a cork board. In the background, Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven” is heard Suddenly, a picture of Mike Logan gets added on with a wall tack. The camera moves to the right and a picture of the Woman’s title gets tacked on next to it. As the familiar chorus plays, the next thing added to the cork board is of Jen Diamond. Finally, a logo for Cyberslam is tacked on between the picture of the Women’s title and Jen Diamond. The camera pulls away to reveal the incredibly focused face of Chastity McGavin. She stares at the picture for about ten seconds and then moves to the radio. She turns up the Zeppelin classic continues. She then walks over to a weight machine and sets it to a good amount. She sits down on the bench attached to the machine and grabs the bar hanging from above that is connected to a rope. As the song begins to pick up and rock out, she starts lifting the bar up and down. She does not take her eyes off the cork board as she pulls it down again and then lifts it up. Her eyes are intense and her face is determined as her gaze does not move.]

[The scene is backstage where we see the camera panned on Mike Logan's face as he's on a massage table getting a massage as he moans and sighs in relaxation.]

Mike Logan: Tell me Sabrina, how do you do it?

[There's silence as Logan continues to talk.]

Mike Logan: You know what, mon cherie, you don't have to say a word. Just keep doing what you're doing. If you can tangle with the "Loga-Conda" as good as you give massages, I'll take you places the space shuttle can't even go to, baby...

[Just then, we hear a deep booming voice start to speak as the camera focuses on none other than Sean Pason massaging the shoulders of Mike Logan.]

Sean Pason: I'll make sure she gets the message, Mike...

[Suddenly, Mike jerks around wrapping a towel around him as he starts to turn in Pason's direction.]

Mike Logan: Man, what the f-

[Just then, Pason knocks out Logan with a right hand and walks away from the scene as Mary-Joe and Sabrina walk in to check on him. Mary-Joe recoils in horror seeing her man unconcsious on the floor as Sabrina looks concerned as well.]

Mary-Joe Wolf: I thought you were with him, Sabrina?!

Sabrina Swallows: I, like, went to get some body oil and junk... is he, like, uhmm... gonna be okay?

Mary-Joe Wolf: DOES HE LOOK OKAY TO YOU??? Now go get some help, Sabrina!

[With that, we go back to ringside.]

Hart: What does that idiot think he's doing!

Nelson: That looked like something that's been on Sean Pason's to do list, for quite some time.

Hart: We got enough problems in the cWo to have to worry about angry cage fighters who don't know what a happy ending is!

Nelson: Well thank God he doesn't if that's the case...

Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall!

"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.]

Dixon: Introducing first.. From Seattle Washington... Weighing in 195lbs! The Original LOU V RICTOOOR!

[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, throwing a sly grin to the camera before going to the ring side to grab a microphone. ]

Rictor: Cut the music, I got a few words to say.

[Rictor's music fades and he begins to pace around the ring alittle.]

Rictor: Now! First things first, Dade Davis... You little punk, you have some Damn nerve walking out on our match last week! You could've just laid down and let me pin you, but you had the balls to get counted out you piece of @$#!

[The crowd boo's as Rictor looks out to them.]

Rictor: Shut the hell up! He couldn't take the fact he was losing to THE GREATEST New comer the CWO has seen since it began and he shriveled up into his little shell, he couldn't face the music. And by that, he kept my perfect streak alive, that makes Three and Oh.

[The crowd boo's him more and he just flips them the bird]

Rictor: And this week, heh, this week I plan to stake my name by making my streak climb even higher, now unlike someone in particular... Someone who just so happens to be a new comer like me... and someone who just so happens to be the complete opposite of me... I think you already know who I'm talking about... and if you don't and have been living under a rock lately... I'm talking about Bellatrix Drake... The cream of the loser crop!

[The arena fans begin to boo him even louder as Rictor just brushes them off]

Rictor: Oh you don't believe me, lets just point out some flaws from her match last week shall we?!

[Rictor turns to the titan tron, where scenes of Bellatrix's match against Mad Maddie are being played]

Rictor: First of all, She didn't even acknowledge the fact I was there, Big mistake, what if I had taken her distraction as an advantage to beat her down and end the match right then and there?

[The scene changes to where Bellatrix had Maddie in the submission hold]

Rictor: I pointed this out too last week, Why stop and take a rest, if Bellatrix is as powerful as she boasts to be, she'd have been able to stow away Maddie like it was nothing, Don't believe the hype folks, Drake is all talk and no show. And I could go on and on forever about how Drake is just a slouch... but right now... I have a match to win...

Dixon: “Introducing, His opponent... From Sulphur, Oklahoma, Weighing in at 220lbs... BARRETT HAWK!

[Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Simple Man" hits the P.A. system. Once the song begins to pick up steam Barrett Hawk comes out from the entrance-way, lugging along a rope and cowbell as he walks down the aisle.]

Nelson: Hawk doesn't look to be in a good mood tonight.

Hart: He always seems to drag that cowbell around when he's upset. Do you think he talks to it?

Nelson: I don't think he's out of his mind. I imagine the sound of that bell's been very theraputic to him during his time in cWo.

Hart: I tell ya, bad luck follows Barrett Hawk. Now it's starting to spread around, to Giant Maxx of all people!

[Rictor claps as Hawk enters the ring, microphone still in hand]

Rictor: Well Well Well, Mr Hawk, Another piece of meat for the Original Grinder huh?

Nelson: Will someone get that mic away from him?

[He walks up close to Barrett, giving him a once over]

Rictor: Geeze, they might as well send a child to fight me, It's surprising you even made it out here with such weak looking legs there, Hawk. I mean jesus, why not make it easier on yourself and just lay down for me.

[The crowd boos and Rictor just laughs]

Rictor: Oh man, You think you actually have a chance against me! Don't take it to personally when I beat you Hawk, its just the new way of things around here. Why don't you just lie down...

[Barrett looks at him eye to eye, not showing any intentions of backing down.]

Rictor: Yeah now just down on your back and stay there, just like Forrest Gump last week!

[The mic drops to the mat as Hawk immediately socks Rictor in the mouth, knocking him down and revving up the audience.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: And here we go! Kicking off Barrett vs Lou! I'm surprised the ref didn't start the match right when Hawk got into the ring!

Hart: Stupid Ref! Hawk sucker punched Rictor! Now he's got the advantage!

[Barret gets up and begins to stomp Rictor who's curled up on the mat holding his groin, The ref pushes Hawk back, telling him to back off]

Hart: Come on! Give Lou a chance to get up!

Nelson: I'm not surprised Barrett would be angry after hearing those words from Rictor, making light of what happened to Giant Maxx last week is just tasteless.

[Barret pushes the ref out of the way and continues to stomp him, the ref pushes him back again, But Barret pushes him away again and pics Rictor him, Tossing him into the turnbuckle. Hammering him in the face with a couple shots to the face.]

Nelson: If Hawk keeps this up he could get himself disqualified.

[Barret stands back and pulls Rictor in a hard belly to belly suplex! Hawk then goes to the corner, picking up cowbell he had brought into the ring.]

Nelson: No Hawk! Come on!

Hart: I guess we should've known that's what the cowbell was for!

[The ref tries to stop Barrett but again he shrugs him off as he drives the cowbell into the face of Rictor as he gets to his feet.]

DING DING DING

Hart: He just threw the match!

[Barrett swings the cowbell using the rope, and brings it down on Lou's back.]

Hart: He's losing his mind!

Nelson: Barrett Hawk's letting emotions take over.

[Lou V Rictor continues rolling away from Hawk, he gets out of the ring before Hawk can hit him with the cowbell again.]

Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen, as a result of a Disqualification, Here is your Winner! LOU V RICTOR!

[Rictor backs away from the scene, blood trickling down his nose backing up the ramp, holding his right arm up in victory, while nursing his back with the left. He looks at the camera, exclaiming "five and O!".]

Hart: Well at least Rictor isn't taking it personally

[Suddenly, armed with a mic, Mr. Rich takes the stage and begins to speak as Hawk becomes more riled up, and the fans begin to boo.]

Mr. Rich: Put your instrument down Tex. I'm not out here to fight.

[Mr. Rich begins to speak.]

Mr. Rich: I am out here tonight to talk about what happened last week to my good buddy and yours, Giant Maxx.

[The crowd boos as Rich continues.]

Nelson: Please!

Mr. Rich: What Omega did to the poor little fella....excuse me, poor big fellow, was devastating. It was, in my opinion, one of the worst moments in professional wrestling history. And I just want to apologize to Giant Maxx. I honestly, truly believed, that Giant Maxx was to be involved in a Battle Royal Match. I wouldn't have made my promise to him otherwise. Had I known....

[Mr. Rich with a cocky grin on his face.]

Mr. Rich: Had I known that Omega was all ready in that ring, I would have went down to the ring myself to stop Giant Maxx from entering that ring.

Nelson: Not buying it!

Mr. Rich: I wish the best for the little fellow in his speedy recovery!

[Barrett Hawk shakes his head in disapproval as he rolls under the bottom rope, and begins walking sternly up the ramp.]

Mr. Rich: You just watch yourself. I am in mourning mode.

[Hawk doesn't stop, as Rich becomes more restless.]

Nelson: I don't think Barrett Hawk is too concerned about Mr. Rich's feelings tonight!

[Mr. Rich begins to back peddle, and then quickly turns around and runs away as Barrett Hawk quickly follows.]

Nelson: We got a chase!

Hart: What's got into everyone tonight! Sneak attacks! Chases! What's next!

Nelson: We got a commercial break coming up, when we come back we'll find out exactly what's next.

Hart: A commercial? But what about Mr. Rich! Is he gonna be alright?...

[Johnny Serious is walking backstage as a faint cheer from the crowd can be heard. Serious is walking with a purpose when Jason Duran catches up with Serious and walks besides him.]

Duran:Johnny, do you have a quick minute?

Serious: What do you need?

Duran: For starters, what happened last week?

Serious: What happened last week. Let me tell you. The cWo fought back and we fought back hard. Finally, we showed the true spirit of the cWo and exposed Omega for just how weak they can be. The puppeteer has lost his control a bit. Now tonight, Chris Michaels goes one one one with Nick Dangerous but we all know that when Omega is involved, it could be a five on one, so I want to let Chris Michaels know that if anything happens tonight, that I SERIOUSLY have his back!

[Serious stops walking and faces Jason]

Serious: I want to let Omega, especially Heretic, to know, that Last week, It Got SERIOUS, and things are only going to progress. Heretic has desecrated the cWo World Title again. He has made a mockery of the cWo and I tell you Jason, we are not going to sit back and take it anymore. Momentum is shifting. And you can tell Heretic that his final days are approaching!

[Serious begins walking away as Jason Duran just stares into the camera.]

[Heretic stands in front of Nick Dangerous. Who silently stares ahead as Omega's leader talks.]

Heretic: I gave him plenty of time to grow into his place, didn't it?

[Dangerous nods.]

Heretic: I didn't rush him. I focused on the Cantrells, The MIchaels, and I let the seed I planted blossom and mature into what it is today.

[Heretic grins, Nick keeps his intense expression.]

Heretic: But now the time has come, my friend. We've crippled cWo's arms. We've shatted cWo's legs. We've plucked out cWo's eyes, but it's time for the death blow. It's time to attack the heart. And Johnny Serious, just as I planned, has become that heart. So, the time has come to strike at that heart, to destroy it, and watch the other useless parts of the cWo body wither away. Time to pull the trigger.

[Muru is walking backstage. He stops in his tracks and takes a peak over his shoulder. He shakes his head and keeps going. As he walks pass a door, he hears the door open and turns around, cocking his fist back]

Jason Duran: [throws his arms up] Please, no!

[Muru stops short and takes a deep breath realizing his mistake]

Muru: Sorry about that, Jason. I got caught off guard and thought that you were—

[Before Muru can finish his sentence, from behind comes Jacob Baxter with a chair to Muru’s head. He throws Muru into the brick wall and hits him with a flurry of kicks. Jason Duran runs away for help as Baxter continues to stomp on Muru. He then stops, as we hear Muru coughing and groaning in pain. Baxter squats down next to the fallen Muru]

Jacob Baxter: Allo. Did you think telling me you wouldn’t attack me from behind would stop me from doing the same? I told you I play by nobody’s rules except me own. You’ve only proven once again that you are a coward, letting meaningless limitations and rules hold you back. I surely hope you’re proud. Now, as fun as this has been, I still want you in that ring. Let’s call it at Cyberslam and how about we make it a little more fun? Anything goes, good chap. What do you say? [laughs] Well, you can’t say much at the moment. So let’s say you get back to me next week, good? Good.

[Baxter mockingly pats Muru on the shoulder before walking off]

Nelson: Jacob Baxter just showed why he truly is a bastard. Jumping Muru from behind, what a vicious assault...

Hart: He's just as aware of what he is as you are Joel. Did you see what happened before the break, Joel?

Nelson: I don't even wanna think about it.

Hart: Heretic's gonna pull the trigger on Johnny Serious!

Nelson: I think that's a feat easier said than done.

Hart: Serious says he's gonna be out here for the main event, Nick Dangerous is in the main event, might not be a great idea on Johnny's part if you ask me!

Dixon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 300 pounds, from Woodland Park, New Jersey, MAC JOHNSON!

[No music plays as Mac Johnson walks down the aisle to a mixed crowd response.]

Nelson: There's Mac Johnson, he hasn't had the same personality since Omega got to him, but he's proven himself more as a powerhouse in the cWo and he's letting his abilities speak for him.

Hart: I just love Mr. Personality.

Dixon: And his opponent weighing in at 195 pounds, from Bridgeport, Connecticut, JJ CARTER!

["Murder Was The Case" by Snoop Doggy Dogg plays over the arena, and spotlights go around the crowd before appearing on J.J. Carter, as he walks through the crowd and towards the ring. ]

Nelson: JJ Carter, former felon, trying to stray from the race card that his partner Brother Shabazz has been playing.

Hart: He still feels that way, he just doesn't express it. He should listen to NWA's "Express Yourself."

DING DING DING

[Carter and Johnson stare each other down. Carter bounces off the ropes and tries a clothesline that has no effect.]

Nelson: And we're underway, Carter about 100 pounds lighter than Mac Johnson has no affect with that attempt.

[Carter tries again, and again. He bounces off the ropes and catches a big boot to the face, sending him to the canvas. Johnson lifts him to his knees and drops a big forearm across the back.]

Nelson: The massive forearm of Mac Johnson driving into the back of Carter, those can't feel good.

Hart: Well Joel, do you think anvil's feel good crashing onto your back?

[Johnson brings Carter to his feet and applies a bear hug, lifting carter off the ground.]

Nelson: Now Johnson attempting to squeeze the life out of JJ Carter.

Hart: I hope Carter doesn't pop, I don't have the strongest of stomachs.

[Carter tries to squeeze his arms in between his body and Johnson's arms.]

Nelson: Carter trying desperately to break the hold, I can't imagine how his breathing must be.

Hart: I didn't think he was breathing at all.

Nelson: Good chance he isn't

[Carter gives up on prying the hold loose and begins to drop fists into the forehead of Mac Johnson.]

Nelson: Carter with fists of fury now, trying anything to open his airways.

Hart: It may be working...

[Johnson shakes off the punches and and strengthens the hold, squeezing even more.]

Hart: ...or maybe not.

Nelson: Referee Hector Garcia checking in on JJ Carter.

[Garcia sees Carter is okay to continue. Johnson lifts Carter up higher and drives him into the mat.]

Nelson: OH MY! What a huge slam.

Hart: Whatever air was left in JJ Carter's lungs is no more!

[Johnson covers Carter.]

ONE

TWO

[Carter kicks out.]

Nelson: And somehow JJ Carter got a shoulder up.

[Mac unhappy with the count. Lifts Carter up to his feet and whips him across the ring. Mac ducks down awaiting Carter's return, but Carter grabs a hold of the top rope preventing him from bouncing back.]

Nelson: And Carter prevents what appeared was going to be a high fall onto his back.

Hart: Well maybe he should have felt something close to what he did to that guy in the mall.

Nelson: He's done his time, he's been rehabilitated!

Hart: I believe in two eyes for an eye, Joel!

[Johnson stands up and charges JJ Carter holding onto the top rope. Carter falls to the mat and Johnson goes flying to the outside.]

Nelson: And things may be turning in JJ Carter's favor.

Hart: I've never seen such a big man fly so far! A few more feet he would've been in the front row!

[Carter gets to his feet and climbs out onto the apron. Johnson gets to his feet and Carter runs and delivers a missile dropkick sending Johnson back first into the barricade.]

Nelson: And JJ Carter is on the offensive, sending the big man into the barricade!

Hart: I think it shifted a few feet, the people in the front row probably feel like we do now all the time sitting in coach!

[Carter gets up and begins to stomp the shoulder of Mac Johnson. He grabs his head and lifts him to his feet and rolls him into the ring.]

Nelson: I think JJ Carter has Mac hurt here.

Hart: I'd have to agree with you, at least fatigued.

[Carter drags the winded to the corner and begins to drop repeated elbows to the face of Johnson, dropping him down to a knee.]

Nelson: Carter with big elbows to the face of Mac Johnson, he's got him right where he wants him!

Hart: That's right, but this isn't the most favorite position amongst prisoners.

Nelson: Horrible.

[Carter climbs the middle rope and comes crashing down on Johnson with an axe handle smash. Johnson still on a knee]

Nelson: Carter throwing every but the kitchen sink at Johnson. And oh no, do you think he can get it?

Hart: He's crazy for even trying this!

[Carter sits on the top rope, bent over with his hands wrapped around the waist of Mac Johnson. He steps up to the top rope, Johnson steps up to the middle rope.]

Nelson: Can he lift the man 100 pounds heavier and deliver the second story drop?

Hart: NO WAY!!

[Carter goes to lift Johnson, Johnson isn't budging. Carter begins to wobble, Johnson smacks the feet out from Carter and he lands straddling the top turnbuckle!]

Nelson: Oh he was so close! I thought Carter had him.

Hart: You have to be Ron Wilkins to pull off that kind of move.

[Johnson steps down and grabs Carter and military presses him in the air. He holds it for awhile showing off Carter as a trophy to the crowd.]

Nelson: JJ Carter is about to be slammed through the mat!

Hart: I can't watch!

[Johnson squats down and launches Carter straight up in the air. Carter comes straight down and grabs the head of Johnson, the force of the falling Carter helping Carter drive the head of Mac Johnson into the mat.]

Nelson: My god! JJ Carter somehow DDT'd Mac Johnson. Johnson is out!

Hart: Wow!!

[Carter flips over Johnson and covers him.]

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

["Murder Was The Case" by Snoop Doggy Dogg plays over the arena as Carter gets to his feet and hand is raised by Hector Garcia.]

Dixon: Here is your winner by pin fall, JJ Carter!

Nelson: Unbelievable turn of events for JJ Carter, somehow able to turn what appeared to be certain injury, into a DDT that got him a win, unbelievable.

Hart: I'm shocked! I didn't think Carter walking out of this match was possible.

Nelson: Well we've been groomed to expect the unexpected when it comes to J.J. Carter. In my estimation I don't think Carter's ever been more focused. Hopefully this win takes him on the road that finally leads him where he wants to be in the cWo.

[Devon Dice is wandering around backstage when he is stopped in his tracks by The ChED. The ChED looks very angry. Dice stares right back at him.]

Dice: Are you ready to accept my invitation for a match yet or this just a casual visit?

Dalmon: You know why I am here.

Dice: Do I? Perhaps you are going to flap your gums again about fate or destiny or karma or how none of that matters because what you did to Tolberg was a mistake. I’m tired of hearing it. All I’m concerned about now is saving cWo from having to listen to another one of your long winded speeches ever again.

[Dice begins to walk away but The ChED just follows him down the hallway.]

Dalmon: Really? Yeah, I’m sure you have cWo’s best interest in mind I am here to talk to you plain and simple about what you did to my stuff last week. You didn’t know it, but by doing that you just proved my point.

Dice: Point?

Dalmon: Going through my stuff and vandalizing property with a clear conscious makes you worse than that waif Tiffany getting in my way. And it is spelled C-O-W-A-R-D!

[Dice stops for a moment to face Chandler.]

Dice: I know how its spelled!

Dalmon: THEN SPELL IT CORRECTLY!

[Dice chuckles a little bit and then turns his back on him again.]

Dalmon: Nobody thinks you are clever or witty or funny by doing that. And you have the nerve to name a computer lab at a school that is BARELY accredited after yourself. Again, that is not funny. There are people in this world who value education and dare not trifle with it.

[Dice pays him no mind as he continues to talk.

Dalmon: And expect you to pay me the two hundred and fifty dollars worth of cigars and scotch you destroyed.

[Dice talks to The ChED without even look back at him this time.]

Dice: Do you ever shut up or do you just go on and on without making a point?

Dalmon: My point is that your actions are what separate the intelligent…

[He points to himself.]

Dalmon: From the Neanderthals.

[He then points to Dice. Dice looks at him and stops for a moment.]

Dice: Talk all you want… I am beginning to think that is the only thing you are really good at. But in the end, I am going to show you why I am the Lord of Punishment!

[The ChED stops for a moment and then bursts into laughter.]

Dalmon: You actually thinks that means something to anyone but yourself? Where has that gotten you? It’s just a label. And apparently it’s a label no one respects!

[With a wide smile on his face Chandler turns around, but Dice pulls him back and lays him out with a stiff punch to the face. The ChED falls backwards as Dice begins to mount him with furious shots to the head. Dice looks very angry as he continues to take it to him. Dice grabs a nearby steel chair and lifts it towards The ChED. As Chandler gets to his feet, he notices Dice with the chair. Dice takes a swing, but Chandler dodges it, and immediately runs away, causing Dice to hit the lockers. The escape frustrates Dice as he slams the chair against the lockers repeatedly, and throws it away.]

Dice: Come on!!!

[Maddie is in the arena parking lot enjoying another smoke. Several feet away, she hears two cWo employees talking and hears Lana Lexington’s name mentioned. She has a surprised look and walks over to the two men]

Mad Maddie: What’s this I hear about that little priss Lana Lexington?

cWo Employee #1: I heard she’s supposed to show up tonight.

Maddie: Hah. I’ll be surprised if she shows her ugly mug here. That b***h is still drowning her misery in Ben & Jerry’s I bet

[From behind, out of nowhere is Lana Lexington with a forearm to Maddie’s back. She DDT’s Maddie onto the concrete and kicks her in the stomach]

Lana Lexington: Did you miss me? Think I could just stand by hearing you run your mouth? I’m back and this is far from over.

[Lana turns around and leaves Maddie there as she walks back into the building. She walks down the hallway and turns into her locker room. The minute she opens the door, clapping as if to commend her can be heard. Before the door closes, Lana looks at the person who is apparently in her room with bewilderment. Once the obviously sarcastic clapping ends Lexington remarks.]

Lexington: What do you want?

[And then the door shuts on the camera before it can get a clear view on the person in her room.]

Nelson: We're back folks, and still all in one piece.

Hart: Are you still feeling as good as you were when the show started Joel?

Nelson: Well we haven't heard anything about the status of Muru after being attacked by Jacob Baxter.

Hart: Or Mr. Rich! The backstage area's become a warzone!

Nelson: It's certainly been a hectic night. We got Chris Michaels taking on Nick Dangerous very shortly.

Hart: And you haven't answered my question...

Nelson: With Johnny Serious at his side, things could definitely be worse.

DING DING DING

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

["Superstar" by Saliva hits the PA as the "HotShot" comes through the curtain. He walks slowly with a look on his face suggesting he's taking this match very seriously.]

Dixon: Entering the ring first, being accompanied to the ring by Johnny Serious. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds. He hails from Roanoke Virginia. Chris Michaels!

Hart: How do you think Michaels feels right about now?

Nelson: Well he looks great. He's got an equalizer by his side, he's a former World Champion.

Hart: Well not only is tonight Michaels' first chance to show that his win against Nick Dangerous wasn't a fluke, but it's his first match since putting the World Title in Heretic's destructive hands. You don't think that weighs on a man's conscience at all?

[He takes the steps into the ring and mounts the second turnbuckle to give a one fist salute.]

Nelson: Well what do you suggest he do? Lie down? Give up? Not everyone thinks like you Robbie!

Hart: Relax, will ya? I'm just trying to get you thinking.

[In the midst of Robbie and Joel's conversation, Arch Enemy's "Demoniality" hits the PA system. Fans boo as Nick Dangerous makes his way out from the entrance way.]

Benson: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds. Hailing from Edmonton, Alberta Canada, Nick Daaaangerouuuus!

[Cameras catch Chris Michaels jogging his feet as he awaits the arrival of Nick Dangerous.]

Nelson: If the environment remains controlled we could be in for one hell of a main event tonight.

Hart: That's a tall order Joel. When was the last show that hasn't ended in warfare?

Nelson: Oh gosh...hard to recall...

Hart: And think about this. Muru's out. Lord knows where Barrett Hawk is. We haven't seen Chazz Mendel at all, Chris Michaels and Johnny Serious' numbers are dwindling!

Nelson: If you check out cwo fed dot com you'll find that Chazz Mendel is in Albuquerque with his father.

Hart: Well that's good to know!

Nelson: The odds might be stacked, but if Nick Dangerous is as "dangerous" as he believes himself to be he shouldn't need those odds now shouldn't he?

Hart: Well....don't be surprised..that's all I'm saying.

[Dangerous gets in the ring as the music dies down. Referee Johnny Williams stands between the two competitors, when before he can call for the bell, he's caught off guard by the sight of Andrew Phillips sitting in a darkened lockerroom, talking directly into the camera, which seems to be on a tripod.]

Andrew: Two weeks ago, I went out and explained to the world what "HotShot" Chris Michaels was. I left him quiet, looking like a damn fool in the center of this very ring. And when I told you all the truth....you booed me. You treated it as though I was telling some filthy, disgusting lie. Well I ask you this--if what I said what a lie...why hasn't Chris Michaels stepped forward and denied it?

[Andrew pauses for a moment. He shakes his head.]

Andrew: I called him a pawn and a patsy, a miserable loser, I called him old and I called him worthless. But last week, did the former World Heavyweight Champion confront me? Did he come looking for me? Did he seek to prove that he's still the same, good old HotShot, that he still had that fire in his belly? Maybe my memory is faulty...but Chris Michaels has not said one...single...word...

[Andrew cracks his neck and sighs.]

Andrew: Michaels has not attacked me. He has not confronted me. Chris Michaels has not confronted me because he knows...deep down in places he doesn't like to talk about in mixed company...that I am right. You want to know why he's starting trouble with that pissant Dade Davis? Dade Davis, the man who came to "save" the cWo, who claimed he WAS cWo, the very same man who walked out a match last week because he couldn't hack it, THAT Dade Davis. Chis Michaels would rather start trouble with Dade Davis because Dade Davis was the only man in cWo that was of lower worth than he is.

[Andrew looks down at his hands.]

Andrew: Chris Michaels, I gave you every opportunity to be a man. You could've attacked me,you could've claimed I was wrong and a fool and a puppet, but you didn't. And by doing nothing Chris, you did everything. You did absolutely everything I needed to prove to all the people, struggling with that little seed of doubt in their brains that I was right. The again...maybe these people are right. Maybe I am a slanderer, maybe I'm a liar. But you know how that old saying. Don't ya Chris? "If you tell a lie enough times...it comes true."

[Andrew sighs heavily, then leans forward in his chair.]

Andrew: This countries history was built on the back of lies. You tell enough lies...a cherry tree here, a "midnight ride" there...and sooner or later, everyone begins to think it's true. And soon enough, you become stronger and more powerful than you could ever imagine. History remembers the victors...and I will be victorious. Chris Michaels...I will drag your name through the muck and the mire. I will tell all these people what I think of you. That's the great thing about you Chris--I don't have to through one punch to hurt you. I don't have to swing a chair...or break you in half. Your inaction sealed your fate, friend. All I needed was that little seed of doubt to blossom and those peoples heads, Chris. I'm going to destroy you in the way that'll hurt you most...I'm going to destroy your legacy.

[Andrew cracks a tiny smile.]

Andrew: After all...it's all you have left. You don't have the World Championship...you don't have the never ending, unwavering support of these fans. You've got no friends, no family, and you've got no time...all you have left is the memories. Chris...I will taint those memories. I will obliterate every championship win...every Hall of Fame worthy accolade. Whether it's a lie or the truth, at the end of the day, it won't matter. When I'm finished...all you'll have is your name. Your God given name, and the knowledge that you'll never...ever...have the chance to be great again. And I won't have to throw one single punch.

[Andrew stares at the camera.]

Andrew: Unless you come after me Chris. Unless you have the guts to stand up for what you believe in. Because hey...at least Dade Davis did.

[Andrew picks up the camera. He pans and tilts it down and we see Dade Davis sprawled out on the ground in a pool of his own blood.]

Andrew: And even though he failed...he still has his dignity. Do you have any dignity left Chris? Do ya...punk?

[Dade Davis begins to move around a little bit and we can hear Andrew sigh as he turns the camera back on himself.]

Andrew: It appears that our friend Dade is still trying to prove himself. If you'll excuse me for a moment...

[Andrew sets the camera back on it's tripod. We see Andrew grab the steel chair he was sitting on and folds it up.]

Andrew: [singing] Rock-a-bye Dadey, sprawled on the floor, when his skull breaks, imagine the horror...

[We see Andrew raise the chair above his head, but just as he begins to bring the chair down, the picture goes snowy and all that's heard is the smack of the chair.]

Nelson: ...Oh my God...

[Cameras return to ringside, where Chris Michaels is left speechless. Serious consoles him at ringside, standing on the apron as he talks to him. Cameras catch him saying "don't worry about this match, let me worry about Nick Dangerous, go find Dade."]

Nelson: Folks I just don't have the words.

[Michaels looks shaken up, but aware of his surroundings enough to hear Serious. He politely nods his head as he turns around.

Nelson: Wait a minute-no!

[As he turns he finds himself sidelined by a running forearm from Nick Dangerous knocking him down.]

DING DING DING

Hart: That's the bell!

Nelson: You gotta be kidding me.

[Nick stares down Johnny Serious, who looks at Nick from the apron in disgust. Dangerous pays no mind as he begins stomping down on Chris Michaels.]

Nelson: He just watched one of his best friends get the life beat out of him, you can't expect him to wrestle here!

Hart: Well go to Johnny Williams and explain it, he saw the same thing the rest of us did.

[Dangerous picks Chris Michaels up by the head, once on his feet, Nick delivers a hard european uppercut to send Michaels to the corner.]

Nelson: Nick not even giving Michaels the time to process what's just happened.

[Dangerous begins laying boots into Chris Michaels' midsection.]

Hart: I'm not the biggest Dade Davis fan in the world. But nobody deserves what he got there.

Nelson: You could be Dade Davis' worst enemy and you wouldn't wish that on him.

[Weakened and backed into the corner still, Nick begins delivering repeated forearms to Michaels' head.]

Nelson: He watches first hand as his friend is just brutalized, and now he's getting a taste of it himself, this is disgusting.

[Cameras show Serious watching in concern from ringside as Nick continues pummelling away on Michaels head.]

Nelson: Alright that's enough! Stop it!

[Dangerous takes a break from the forearm shots, making eye contact with Johnny Serious once again.]

Hart: The numbers at Johnny Serious' side continue to dwindle, if this keeps up HotShot won't be of any use. You heard what Heretic said earlier tonight. Who's gonna stop Nick from getting Johnny Serious next?

Nelson: I don't know Robbie. I just don't know.

[Nick picks Michaels up, as looks at Serious, and cuts his thumb across his neck. He then proceeds to powerfully irish whip Michaels to the opposite corner.]

Nelson: Lookout! No! What a collision!

[Michaels falls to his chest after his back collides with the turnbuckle.]

Hart: Michaels has to forget the last five minutes even happened if he wants to leave the arena with his head.

[Dangerous paces himself towards Michaels, Michaels, on his hands and knees attempts to get up, but Nick delivers a kick to his ribs.]

Nelson: Oh gosh. It's gotta be impossible for him to forget what he's just seen.

Hart: Or use it to his advantage, he's gotta do something Joel!

[Michaels crawls towards the turnbuckle, before Nick kicks him in the back of the head. Michaels turns over on his back as he looks dizzy, resting on the first turnbuckle pad. Dangerous then begins scraping his boot against the face of Michaels.]

Nelson: I don't know what Michaels can do.

Hart: Well sitting there getting your face peeled off isn't gonna quell the storm.

[Dangerous runs to the opposite ropes. Upon return he delivers one final big boot to the face.]

Nelson: No!

[Michaels rolls around, to find himself leaning over the first rope facing the entrance way, bobbing back and forth against the rope with his arms limp.]

Hart: He's got nothing. Absolutely nothing.

[Suddenly boos erupt as Andrew Phillips, wearing a bloody t-shirt rubs his hands together, gesturing a job well done as he laughs, and makes his way down the aisle. He draws the ire of Johnny Serious as he approaches ringside.]

Nelson: Well there he is, that coward.

Hart: Heretic's really done a number on the way CBK does business let me tell you.

Nelson: It's hard to imagine this man has a family. What could they be thinking of him now?

Hart: It's best they don't know this side of him. I hope they don't.

[CBK gets in Chris Michaels' face, rubbing the bloody t-shirt on his head shouting "say hi to Dade HotShot! Say hi!" Johnny Serious implores Phillips to back off.]

Nelson: Disgusting behavior from Andrew Phillips. He should be ashamed of yourself.

[Chris Michaels awakens as he grips his hands on Andrew's shirt.]

Nelson: Wait a minute!

[Dangerous then delivers a hard front kick to the back of Michaels' head.]

Nelson: Damnit!

[Dangerous then leans over the rope on top of Michaels and begins biting his forehead.]

Nelson: Come on, that's not necessary!

[Michaels lets out a loud scream as Nick bites down hard, milking it to a four count.]

Nelson: I mean the least Dangerous can do is follow the rules under these circumstances.

Hart: If you're Omega there are no rules.

[Nick then grabs Michaels by the ankle, and pulls him towards the center of the ring. He pauses for a moment again to look at Serious, before attempting to apply his now trademark inverted Texas Cloverleaf.]

Nelson: Nick Dangerous going for that submission hold, but Chris Michaels finds himself reawakened!

[Michaels kicks himself out of the hold, sending a foot to Dangerous' chest, causing him to lose his grip. Nick bends over to pick him up by the foot, but this time Michaels sends a foot to the head.]

Hart: It's like a bad dream for Michaels right now!

[Dangerous shakes off the cobwebs off as he draws closer to a recovering Michaels. Nick places him in a half nelson once he makes it to his hands and knees.]

Nelson: Half nelson applied, Michaels able to buy some time but with the condition he's in, not enough.

[Nick helps Michaels to his feet while the half nelson is applied, delivering knees into his gut on the way up.]

Nelson: Lookout!

[Dangerous slams Michaels in a bad way with a half nelson suplex.]

Hart: He landed almost right on his neck there!

[Nick gets up on his knees, looking to CBK, who takes enjoyment in Chris Michaels' predicament. He gestures something to Dangerous, pointing to the corner and pounding his fist against his palm.]

Nelson: Heaven only knows what Andrew Phillips wants to see happen next.

[Dangerous begins helping a near limp Chris Micahels to his feet.]

Nelson: Michaels is damn near helpless here.

[Dangerous hoists Michaels up, and scoop slams him down.]

Nelson: Dangerous with the scoop slam.

[Dangerous walks over to the corner, as he begins climbing the turnbuckle.]

Hart: Nick Dangerous going to the top rope?

Nelson: I don't know what he could be thinking here.

[Dangerous braces himself, before jumping off and going for a top rope headbutt.]

Nelson: And off the top. Yes!

[Fans erupt as Michaels is able to roll out of the way in time.]

Nelson: That'll buy him some time!

Hart: Will it buy him enough time is the question.

Nelson: These fans here in Buffalo can only hope.

[Dangerous presses his chest off the mat, shaking his head rapidly, trying to wake himself up, as Michaels lies down on his back, breathing heavily.]

Nelson: He just needs to will himself up and do whatever it takes.

Hart: I don't think he can, even still..

[Dangerous manages to get to his knees, he moves towards Michaels, picking him up by the head.]

Nelson: It wouldn't be the first time Michaels surprised me if he does.

[Once brought to his feet, Michaels slaps Nick's hands away, and catches him off guard with a superkick.]

Hart: What!

Nelson: Do you believe in miracles Robbie!

[Nick remains on his feet as his eyes roll to the back of his head, while Chris Michaels groggily backs against the ropes, and on the rebound, exhaustedly falls forward into Dangerous, as gravity takes its course, the two fall over, with Michaels on top of Dangerous.]

Nelson: You can't be serious!

ONE

TWO

Nelson: No!

Hart: That barely made it to two!

Nelson: That had to be all instinct from Nick Dangerous.

[Phillips and Serious both show complete interest in the result of the match as they lean on the canvas. Dangerous and Michaels show signs of life as they begin getting to their feet. Nick makes it to his hands and knees, using the ropes for support, as Michaels is a little quicker, as he stalks over Dangerous. Phillips then gets on the apron in an attempt to get Nick's attention.]

Nelson: Wait a minute.

Hart: Michaels wants to finish him off!

Nelson: And what's more, Phillips is getting his slithery self back into the picture here.

[Nick looks at Phillips, who tells Nick to look behind him.]

Nelson: Here it comes!

[Michaels goes for another superkick as Nick turns around, but Nick instinctively dodges it.]

Nelson: No!

[Michaels stumbles close to Phillips. Chris then grips his hands on the collar of Phillips shirt, who struggles to resist.]

Hart: Michaels better look out!

[Nick immediately hits the opposite ropes, as Phillips powerfully shoves Michaels away from him, Michaels turns around as Nick hits him.]

Nelson: And there's the Dangerous Kick!

[As Michaels is floored, Andrew Phillips then frustratedly begins searching under the ring apron for something. Meanwhile in the ring Nick grabs Michaels' feet, and begins hooking in the inverted Texas Cloverleaf.]

Nelson: Bad news for Chris Michaels. Nick has the inverted Texas Cloverleaf applied...

Hart: Tough break for Michaels. This has to be one of his worst nights since coming back to cWo.

[Meanwhile cameras show Johnny Serious rushing to Phillips, who emerges from the apron with a steel chair, quickly, Serious kicks Andrew in the gut and takes the chair from him, ramming it into his ribs.]

Hart: Johnny Serious is letting loose!

Nelson: Serious has seen enough out of Omega for one night!

[Serious enters the ring, armed with a chair. Nick takes notice, letting go of Michaels, and immediately slapping the chair out of Serious' hands.]

Hart: Uh oh!

[Serious retalliates with a kick to the gut as Johnny Williams calls for the bell.]

DING DING DING

[Serious and Dangerous trade blows, right hands back and forth.]

Hart: It's that time of the night where the dial is turned to eleven and insanity takes hold of the cWo!

Nelson: Serious and Dangerous are slugging it out!

[Dangerous tries to catch Johnny off guard with a quick discus polish hammer, but Serious ducks it.]

Nelson: Serious dodges the polish hammer!

[Dangerous turns to face Serious, who takes Nick down with a clothesline.]

Nelson: Clothesline to Nick Dangerous!

[Dangerous gets up, as Serious takes him down again, the crowd roars in approval, as he takes him down with another.]

Nelson: He's on fire!

[Dangerous gets up again, charging after Serious, who takes him down with a back body drop.]

Nelson: Yes!

[Serious then picks up the chair again, as Dangerous gets up, Serious takes a big swing.]

Nelson: And the chair? No!

[Dangerous is saved by Andrew Phillips, who trips him by the feet from the outside of the ring and pulls him out. Dangerous, still willing to fight, attempts pushing through Phillips to get some more, but Andrew physically restrains him.]

Nelson: Johnny Serious, described by Heretic himself as the heart of cWo just saved Chris Michaels from leaving the arena on a stretcher with his friend Dade Davis.

Hart: Not if Dangerous gets his way, look at him!

[Dangerous violently wants a piece of Serious, as Phillips continues to restrain him, pushing him up the entrance way.]

Nelson: Heretic told Dangerous it's time to pull the trigger, Serious is in the center of the ring telling him to pull the trigger, but it doesn't look like it's in the cards tonight!

Hart: There are still over three weeks until Cyberslam though, Serious has a long way to go.

Nelson: Well he's survived months of Heretic's own personal brand of hell. If anyone can make it to Cyberslam, it's Johnny Serious...

[Driven fades to black with a shot of Serious gesturing to Dangerous to get back in the ring and fight.]