Thursday February 26, 2009
[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: Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the OnCenter in Syracuse, New York and to cWo DRIVEN! Joel Nelson here, and with me as always is Robbie Hart. We're three weeks away from the biggest event on our calendar, Cyberslam!
Hart: Which might be our last if Omega has it's way, Joel!
Nelson: Of course. The threat of Omega looms over the entirety of the cWo, and in our main event tonight, we have Andrew Phillips squaring off against "The Greatest Show on Earth" Muru! Sure to be a doozy, isn't it?
Hart: A what? For a college graduate, you say some of the dumbest things!
Nelson: Well excuse me! Also on tap we have Barrett Hawk taking on Mac Johnson, Mad Maddie going up against former women's champion Evette, the big man Ron Wilkins taking on Devon Dice, and former world champion Chris Michaels squaring off against Mike Logan. Let's waste no time taking it down to Donna Dixon for the offical ring introductions.
Dixon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Woodland Park, New Jersey. Mac Johnson!
[No music plays as Mac Johnson walks down to the ring.]
Nelson: Last week Mac Johnson was upset by JJ Carter, trying to redeem himself tonight against Barret Hawk.
Hart: That's right, he lost to a convict, and now he's decided to take on the farmer.
Dixon: And his opponent, was Sulphur, Oklahoma. 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, sporting a cowboy hat, while he clutches the top corners of an American Flag to his wrists, keeping his hands to his shoulders, wrapping the flag around him as he walks down the aisle, taking a hand off his shoulder to wave at the fans as he makes it into the ring. Once in the ring he stands on the second rope, and raises both arms in the air, dropping the American flag with both hands showing a gesture of love.]
Nelson: And everyone loves the good natured Barrett Hawk, who's been having some run ins with Mr. Rich as of late, let's hope things tonight stay on an even keel.
Hart: I love when Mr. Rich is around, he classes up the joint.
DING DING DING
[Barrett Hawk offers a hand shake, and Mac Johnson slaps the hand five in good sportsmanship.]
Nelson: Respectful to all his opponents is Barrett Hawk.
Hart: I didn't think cowbells to the head were all that nice.
[They lock up and Mac easily takes advantage putting Hawk in a headlock.]
Nelson: The massive arms of Johnson around the head of Hawk.
Hart: Ok I'll give you massive, but Wilkins arms are GARGANTUAN!
[Hawk slips out and locks up a body lock from behind and drags Mac to the ground and rolls on top of him for a cover.]
ONE
TWO
[Mac kicks out, Hawk continues the momentum charging the ropes, Mac can't get up in time, Hawk hops over him, Mac to his feet, back comes Hawk, Mac leap frogs him, back again comes Hawk with a high leg lariat, knocking Mac Johnson to the ground.]
Nelson: Wow, what a fast paced match thus far.
Hart: I thought I was watching a tennis match for a minute.
[Hawk quickly tries to pin Mac.]
ONE
TWO
{Mac kicks out via bench pressing Hawk off of him.]
Nelson: Mac Johnson kicks out with authority.
Hart: I would challenge him to a bench off
[Hawk grabs Mac by the head and brings him to his feet. He backs Mac into the corner with chops to the chest.]
Nelson: Hawk with knife edge chops to the chest, they don't look too enjoyable.
Hart: Don't knock it til you've tried it.
[Hawk climbs the second rope and begins to punch the head of Mac Johnson. The crowd counts with every punch.]
ONE
TWO
THREE
Nelson: Big hard country right hands to the head of Mac Johnson
Hart: Hey maybe it'll knock some sense into him.
FOUR
[Mac grabs the legs of Hawk and carries him to the center of the ring where he delivers a spine buster.]
Nelson: Well Mac has had enough of that and just dropped Barrett Hawk like a bad habit.
Hart: Yeah...
Nelson: Yeah?
Hart: I have nothing else to add.
[Mac gets to his feet, bounces off the ropes leaps in the air delivering a high elbow drop across Hawk.]
Nelson: OHHH THE IMPACT! That's gotta be it!
Hart: The ropes are still shaking.
[Mac covers Hawk.]
ONE
TWO
[Hawk kicks out.]
Nelson: And Barrett Hawk is still alive, getting a shoulder up.
[Mac frustrated lifts Hawk up to his feet and throws two left hands to the face and whips him across the ropes. Mac bends down and delivers a back body drop.]
Nelson: And Barrett Hawk went for a ride there.
Hart: Must have reminded him of his days in the old crop duster.
Nelson: I doubt he dusted the crops himself.
Hart: Are you saying he's not capable of flying a plane?
Nelson: No, I'm saying not all farms have crop dusters.
Hart: So, his family was too poor to afford one?
Nelson: No, that's not what I'm saying at all, let's just get back to the action.
Hart: Bah!
[Mac bounces off the ropes and leaps up and comes crashing down to the mat delivering a leg drop on Hawk.]
Nelson: Big leg drop!
Hart: He almost flipped over.
[Mac covers Hawk.]
ONE
TWO
[Hawk kicks out.]
Nelson: And Barrett Hawk just won't quit, Mac Johnson is visibly frustrated.
Hart: He should be, Hector Garcia is taking his sweet little time. [yelling toward the ring.] Hey! Hector! Get with the program, we only get two hours!
[Mac lifts Hawk to his feet, who throws a few forearms to the gut of Mac. Mac doubled over and Hawk delivers a European Uppercut backing Mac into the ropes.]
Nelson: The momentum is shifting here.
[Hawk whips Mac across the ring and it's reversed. Mac ducks down and Hawk stops in his tracks and sets up Mac for a butterfly suplex.]
Nelson: I don't see this working.
Hart: It won't.
[Hawk unable to suplex Mac, decides to switch to a double arm DDT.]
Nelson: And Barrett Hawk showing his awareness, quickly shifting moves without hesitation.
Hart: Hmmm, I'll have to give him that one, well done.
[Hawk covers Mac.]
ONE
TWO
[Mac kicks out.]
Nelson: And Mac Johnson able to kick out
[Hawk lifts Mac to his feet and climbs the second rope.]
Nelson: Hawk going to the second rope, looking for the thesz press.
Hart: Mac still looks like he took one too many hits.
[Hawk leaps and Mac delivers a big boot to the midsection of Barrett Hawk doubling him over. He sets up for a piledriver.]
Nelson: The tides have turned once again, and this looks to be it if Mac can hit the Fraudulent Attempt.
Hart: Barrett Hawk's big old country noggin is going to be sent straight down into the mat, the little pebble is going to be rattling soon.
[Mac struggles to lift Hawk up, Hawk not giving in.]
Nelson: Barrett Hawk fighting with everything left of his being.
Hart: What?
[Mac brings Hawk down, still has his arms around the hunched over Barrett Hawk. Mac catches his breath and puts everything he has into the lift to get Hawk off the ground. Mac over does it and loses his balance and falls on his back.]
Nelson: Oh my! Mac Johnson overcompensated and Barrett Hawk has the leg.
Hart: WOW!
[Hawk has the leg and is sitting on the chest of Mac Johnson.]
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING
["Simple Man" by Lynyrd Skynyrd plays as Barrett Hawk's hand is raised by Hector Garcia. Mac Johnson gets up and begins to kick the bottom rope in disgust.]
Nelson: Unbelievable win by Barrett Hawk
Hart: I'm stunned, the man basically flung Barrett Hawk on top of him. I don't believe it.
Nelson: And Mac Johnson is visibly upset.
Hart: Well who can blame him? That's two weeks in a row where he's lost because of his own strength.
Nelson: Well you also have got to give Barrett Hawk credit, he didn't give in forcing Mac to use all of his strength, then being aware enough to grab the leg, and to take the win against the big man, Mac Johnson.
Hart: You definitely have to give it to Mac Johnson for being so much of an oaf, he can't feel someone grabbing onto their leg for all their worth, as well!
[Money by Pink Floyd hits the arena as Barrett Hawk quickly turns to the entrance ramp.]
Nelson: That is Mr. Rich's music!
Hart: Gee, nothing gets by you!
Nelson: What business does Mr. Rich have out here tonight?
[As the crowd stares at the entrance ramp, Mr. Rich pops up on the video screen. On the low left hand corner, reads Via Satellite.]
Nelson: The slimy rich coward can't even man up and face Hawk in the ring.
[Mr. Rich begins to speak as the crowd begins to boo.]
Mr. Rich: Ladies and Gentleman of the cWo. Most of you know as the legend in this business, Mr. Rich, but tonight, I come to you from my weekend home in Tampa Bay as nothing more then your every day upper class citizen.
Nelson: Give me a break!
[Hawk stares at the screen.]
Mr. Rich: Last week, I attempted to do the honorable thing, and send my deepest apologies to my good friend and confidant, Giant Maxx and yet I was met with the most insincere acceptance, by that low class yellow belly, Barrett Hawk. Is that how they say it in the old west....Anyways, I even tried to convince Barrett Hawk that I would steer clear of Maxx upon his possible return to the cWo.
[The crowd boo's as the the anger in Barrett Hawk begins to build up.]
Mr. Rich: Tonight, I want to deliver my apologies again to Giant Maxx, without the rude interruption by the Angel of the Rodeo Class, Barrett Hawk. I want to clarify again, that I had no clue that Omega was going to be in that ring. I was given a piece of bad intelligence that suggested that Giant Maxx was to be involved in a epic Battle Royal. Had I known he would be met with the cWo's Weapon of Mass Destruction, Omega, I would have marched down the isle and begged Giant Maxx to reconsider entering the ring.....
Nelson: Is he for real?
[Mr. Rich is seen bending down for a moment and when his face comes back into view, he has tears rolling down his eyes.]
Mr. Rich: I did not want that kind of treatment for the big fellow. He had such high dreams. I was even going to let him be my intern and work for me for free and now all of this had to happen....
[Mr. Rich wipes his eyes.]
Mr. Rich: And what really hurts me is that after my heart felt apology last week, I was chased down and almost became the victim of hate crime. The poor hating the wealthy has got to stop, and Barrett Hawk, who is more responsible for what happened to Giant Maxx then I, needs to be stopped.
Nelson: What is he talking about.
[Barrett Hawk still standing in the ring, looks at the video tron with an angry look.]
Mr. Rich: Thank you, and God Bless the c.W.o
[The Video Tron fades to black as Barrett Hawk is seen kicking the lower rope.]
Hart: That was one of the most beautiful monologues I have ever had the opportunity to hear.
[The camera cuts backstage where Muru is standing alone]
Muru: Last week I was the victim of yet another attack at the hands of Jacob Baxter and to tell the truth I have had enough of it. But I refuse to stoop to his level. Not only that he challenged me to a match at Cyberslam where anything goes. That doesn’t surprise me. To tell you the truth I have expected it. It is just par for the course when it comes to Baxter. I know why that is though,. It is because he always has to have some sort of advantage. He knows that on a level playing field he can’t beat me. So I have a challenge of my own.
[The fans cheer at this proposition]
Muru: We can do it Cyberslam, I have no problem with that. But here is what I propose. Muru versus Jacob Baxter one on one. Here is the kicker though, the regular rules of cWo will apply. No weapons, no sneak attacks, just a straight up wrestling match to see who the best man is. So what’s it going to be Baxter…you up for it? It’s ok take your time and think it over. Meanwhile I will be in the ring tonight fighting Andrew Phillips and proving just how good I am.
[Muru walks away as the fans cheer him]
[cWo Driven comes back from commercial break, and to the announce team of Joel Nelson and Robbie Hart.]
Nelson: Welcome back folks! If you're just tuning in, we've got a lot left in store for you tonight. But in case you missed it, Mr. Rich appeared on the cWotron and offered what he called an apology to Giant Maxx.
Hart: You're trying to say it wasn't heartfelt? You could hear the remorse Mr. Rich had for his actions in his voice!
Nelson: I believe what you heard was sarcasm, Robbie. But I wouldn't know, I'm only a college graduate and all.
Hart: I'll have you know that I have a degree in restaurant management! So take that! You're not the only one who went to college, smart guy!
Nelson: I'm not even going to dignify that with a response, partner. But how about that challenge to Jacob Baxter from Muru? The counter challenge, if you will!
Hart: It's the smartest thing Muru's ever done, honestly.
["Superstar" by Saliva hits the PA and the "HotShot" Chris Michaels comes through the curtain. He's still not getting his usual ovation and seems to be a bit bothered by this.]
Nelson: Here comes Hotshot Chris Michaels! He's not scheduled to be out here until later on tonight!
Hart: Well it'll be good to get the whiney witch portion of the show over and done with quick.
Nelson: Hey! Watch your language!
Hart: What?! I said witch! You know, they have cauldrons and fly on broomsticks. You have really selective hearing, pal.
[Michaels walks in the ring and gives his trademark one fist salute to the fans and takes the mic.]
HotShot: Andrew Phillips, you want to hear from me, you want to know what I've got to say? Get your ass out here then. No more waiting.
Nelson: The HotShot is calling out Andrew Phillips!
["Back In The Saddle" cues on the PA and the crowd boos as Andrew Phillips strolls onto the stage, looking sickened.]
Hart: And like the man that he is, unlike Chris Michaels, it didn't take two weeks for Andrew Phillips to come right out.
Phillips: What do you want old man? I'm done with you, your silence said it all.
Michaels: Okay kid, you done? You've had two weeks to talk uninterrupted, now it is your turn to shut the hell up.
[crowd pops a bit. Phillips looks amused and points to Michaels as if to say "the floor is yours."]
Michaels: For over a decade I've been told that my time is up, that I'm not what I used to be and I keep proving them wrong. Most of the time a boot to the mouth usually shuts them up, but I havent' gotten that chance with you Phillips.
[Cameras pick up Phillips mouthing "any time old man."]
Michaels: Three weeks ago you came out and tried to embarrass me. You left me supposedly speechless in the middle of the ring. Truth be told, I let is slide, what do I have to prove to you, why should I be worried about proving anything to you? Face it kid, when you were begging for a kiss from your prom date, I was winning world titles. When you were getting your driver's license I was selling out arenas, so truth be told I really don't care what you think...or at least I didn't.
Phillips: Yeah right, listen.
Michaels: SHUT UP! Don't start, this is my turn, I just wanted you out here to hear this. You've said enough.
[Phillips looks aggravated now.]
Michaels: So I sat and I lstened and I sat and I listened. Let me tell you Andrew, I give you an A for delivery but a F for originality. I've heard it all before. However, you took it a step further. I've said for years that nothing in this business is personal, it is all business. But you crossed that line.
[Phillips laughs at the reference knowing Michaels means his attack on Dade Davis]
Michaels: You don't have too many real friends in this business, something you'll eventually learn, you have users, like Heretic is doing with you, and you have those who you truly consider your friends. After the show last week and throughout most of this week I got to sit in the hopsital with one of my friends because of you.
[Michaels starts climbing out of the ring and walking up the ramp, Phillips looks confused]
Michaels: You see Andrew, I've decided that this place, this place I helped build, isn't big enough for the both of us.
Hart: He's leaving! Finally! Yes!
[Michaels continues to make it up the ramp and is now standing within feet of Andrew Phillips.]
Michaels: So you think I showed my true colors? You think that through mere words you can destroy my "legacy?"
[Phillips mouths "Hell yes I do."]
Michaels: I'm going to give you just that opportunity. At Cyberslam.
[crowd pops huge]
Phillips: What's the catch?
[Michaels slaps the mic out of Phillips hands as Phillips "bows up."]
Michaels: It is simple. You think you can put an end to the "HotShot" you think you are the one to get rid of me, I'm going to give you that opportunity. On the grandest stage of them all. It's simple, you beat me, I go away, I'm retired, the "HotShot" is done. And you, Andrew Phillps, get to go down in history as the man who put me away for good. You get to fulfill your prophecy.
[Phillips grabs Michaels hand with the mic and pulls it toward him]
Phillips: It will be my pleasure to put you out to pasture, to end your "so called" legacy, to show these people that you are a fraud. You're on.
[Phillips starts walking away]
Michaels: Whoa, whoa, whoa Andrew, not so fast.
[Phillips stops and turns in his tracks]
Michaels: I'm not going to just put my career on the line and get nothing in return, what do you have to offer?
[Phillips looks confused]
Michaels: Oh, I've got it....how about your spot?
[Phillips mouths "my spot?"]
Michaels: Yeah, your spot. Ya see, I figure the only way to take Omega down, once and for all, is to chop it off at the legs and once only the head is remaining, we'll let Mr. Serious take care of that, so you give up your spot in Omega.
[Phillips mouths "no way." ]
Michaels: Oh c'mon. I'm just an old fool, right? This should be no problem for you Phillips. You beat me, I go away, for good. I beat you, you're out of Omega, period.
[Michaels walks towards Phillips and pats him on the back.]
Michaels: Now who's silent?
[Michaels walks to the back and Phillips is now the one standing there speechless. The cameras go backstage to Jason Duran, who's standing by with Chazz Mendel.]
Duran: Joel, Robbie, I'm here with the one and only Chazz Mendel. Chazz, the world has witnessed what you've gone through week after week here on Driven, and through our exclusives at cwo fed dot com. And I have to ask, how are you feeling right now?
[Mendel cracks a bit of a smile.]
Mendel: It's going as good as it can right now, Jason. Dad's finally out of the hospital, he's back at home right now. Personally I'm feeling pretty good. I'm ready to get back in the ring.
Duran: That's good to hear. But thanks to some rather interesting amateur video footage, we saw you have a confrontation with medical staff about your own physical health, insisting you stay away from competition for the forseeable future. Can you comment on your status?
[Chazz chuckles.]
Mendel: Well, we Mendel's are a bit set in our ways, you know that. But, as of right now, I'm going to follow the doctor's rules. I'm going to stay away from active competition. Of course it took a bit of convincing, but sometimes you have to take a step back to take two steps forward.
[Duran nods.]
Mendel: And that's what brings me to tonight. I may not be able to compete, but that doesn't mean I have to stay away. I told Nick Dangerous that I wasn't going to relent, and I won't. My wounds are going to heal, and when they do, he and I will go to war one more time. In the meantime, he and I both know a certain someone who wants to get a piece of "The Weapon," be it tonight, or at Cyberslam.
[Zach Dangerous walks into the shot with a serious look on his face. Chazz throws an arm around his shoulders and points to him with his other hand, smirking.]
Mendel: The one man who knows Nick Dangerous better than anyone. His brother Zach! Together, we're going to put a hurting on you, Nick. Worse than my injured ribs, worse than my concussion, worse than anything you've ever imagined.
[Duran looks a bit shocked.]
Duran: So will this be the last time we see you until after Cyberslam, Chazz? Well, if we make it passed Cyberslam, that is.
[Chazz shrugs his shoulders.]
Mendel: I said I'd play by the rules, Jason. But I can only play them for so long. If Cyberslam is the final night for cWo, and Omega has it's way and the whole thing burns to the ground. Let's just say I'm going to make sure it goes down in a blaze of glory.
[Chazz and Zach walk away from Jason.]
Duran: Joel, Robbie, back to you.
[Cameras go back to the commentary table.]
Nelson: Thank you Jason. How about that "Hotshot" Chris Michaels? Putting his career on the line at Cyberslam against Andrew Phillips?
Hart: Do you think it'd be too much to put up a timer in the bottom corner of the screen so fans of his can see how much time Old Man River's got left in cWo down to the seconds?
Nelson: Yes it would! But could you imagine the ramifications if Michaels wins? Phillips is out of Omega!
Hart: It won't happen, I tell ya! As much as I'd love it to happen, Michaels has to have some kind of death wish that I can't get behind.
Nelson: And now we’re at a part of the show featuring two out of control women.
Hart: How dare you talk like that regarding Evette? She’s the shining glimmer of the women’s division.
Nelson: And that’s why she never fights anyone with honor or actual wrestling ability?
Hart: What judge of wrestling ability are you? She was a champion before!
Nelson: Regardless, Evette has her hands full tonight as she takes on Mad Madeline Brown.
Hart: I think she has whiskey with her cereal in the morning, how about you?
If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home
You say: If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home!
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flying the first class
Up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' the life
In the fast lane
And I won’t change
By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy
[Evette makes her way down to the ring, wearing short female shorts with a dollar sign printed on the ass and a GLAMOROUS tee shirt. She steps in the ring through the lower rope, walks to the center of the ring, and gives a smile and waves to the fans who obviously hate her.]
Hart: And here’s the glamorous one herself. Isn’t she great Joel?
Nelson: Yes, and she’s got that infamous big purse now sitting on the top step.
Dixon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from New York, New York… EVETTE!
[pause]
Dixon: And her opponent, from Waterbury, Connecticut… MAD MADDIE!
Nelson: Why did she just announce Maddie? Her music hasn’t even played yet!
[As Evette’s music finally shuts off, Maddie jumps over a guard rail and jumps in the ring. Evette does not even look or notice, as she gets speared from behind.]
Nelson: Oh God, that nearly split her in half!
DING DING DING
Nelson: And this one is under way.
Hart: How dare Maddie do a sneak attack like that!?!
Nelson: And that is something that Evette wouldn’t do?
Hart: Evette is a perfect little angel and a fine competitor.
Nelson: Well, it looks like Maddie is up for a straight fight.
Hart: A bar fight you mean?
Nelson: Well, knowing Maddie she’s probably well trained in bar fighting styles yes. For Evette’s sake, let’s hope she’s been in one before too.
[Evette tries to run and avoid Maddie, then turns and comes with a weak left hand to Maddie. Maddie then just sucker punches her to the right side of the face, and Evette falls into the ropes. Maddie then gets down on her knees, and starts punching Evette… but Evette starts pulling on Maddie’s hair, and rolls over.]
Nelson: Maddie here is trying to make this a bar fight, but Evette is trying to turn things into a catfight!
[The two roll around in the ring pulling on each other for a minute, Evette kicking and screaming as Maddie drives her knee a few times into Evette’s stomach. Evette finally breaks free, then gets on her knees. Maddie a few feet away gets up, sees Evette and rushes towards her. Evette tries to duck out of the way, but gets hit as Maddie does her impersonation of a roundhouse kick.]
Hart: Chuck Norris wouldn’t be proud.
Nelson: That was an interesting move.
[Maddie stomps on Evette’s shoulder a couple times, then kicks her over into the turnbuckle.]
Nelson: Evette is right near that purse of hers, and it looks like she’s about to reach for it now.
Hart: Nothing wrong with having all your accessories nearby to spruce up in a match.
Nelson: You mean that brick used to knock girls out?
Hart: Don’t be silly, it’s just a purse.
[Evette finally reaches her purse, and pulls it right up against the turnbuckle. Maddie meanwhile grabs Evette’s legs and pulls her into the center of the ring. The purse is stuck up against the turnbuckle.]
Nelson: This spells trouble for Evette.
Hart: This animal dragging her out, why can’t the referee stop this?
Nelson: Hector Garcia watches on, and Maddie looks like she means business.
[Maddie gets down on her knees again, and lands a few punches again in Evette’s cheek.]
Hart: Look at her! She’s going to need surgery to fix this damage!
Nelson: Mad Maddie is one tough girl. She knows how to fight, and here is taking it to the blue collar bar room to Evette. She’s probably never seen anything like this before.
Hart: Why not? Evette is high society, unlike this filthy little wretch Maddie.
[Evette finally slaps Maddie across the face, after the third try blocking Maddie’s punches. After a couple more slaps, she breaks free from Maddie and crawls back to her corner.]
Nelson: Uh oh, Evette’s got the purse.
Hart: Finally, time for Maddie to learn her lesson.
[Garcia finally sees Evette holding the purse, and pleads with her to put it down. But she doesn’t. Maddie walks over and takes another furious swing at Evette, but Evette pushes the purse into Maddie’s chest. Garcia does not see the move. Meanwhile at the top of the ramp, Lana Lexington appears from backstage.]
Nelson: Wait a minute! There’s Lana! What’s she doing out here?
Hart: Moral support for the lovely Evette…
Nelson: But Lana doesn’t like Evette either.
[Maddie sees Lana at the top of the ramp, looks in her direction, then sees Evette in the corner of her eye swinging the purse. She ducks down, then rams Evette straight into the turnbuckle. Evette’s arm with the purse bounces off the turnbuckle, and the purse slams into her forehead, then bounces off Maddie’s back and lies on the mat. Evette just slides down the turnbuckle.]
Nelson: Wow, Evette’s out!
[Maddie drags Evette into the center of the ring, then goes for the pin.]
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING
Dixon: Here is your winner, Mad Maddie!
[Lana slowly walks towards ringside, as Hector Garcia raises Maddie’s hand in victory.]
Nelson: Well, that purse came back to haunt Evette.
Hart: Looks like we got another challenge, right here right now.
Nelson: Lana’s now getting into the ring, and staring down Maddie. Maddie’s not the one to refuse a challenge either.
[Maddie gets in Lana’s face, the two in the middle of the ring appear to be no farther apart than a foot.]
Maddie: You want some of me bitch? Well, come on. I’m game.
Nelson: Looks like we’re getting another match right now!
[Suddenly, the lights go down across the arena.]
Hart: What is this?
Nelson: I have no idea!
[After the sounds of static and laughter the beginning riffs of “Killer Clowns from Outer Space” by the Dickies begins to play. A hooded female figure stands underneath the cWo-tron. On the tron is an homage to the Coca-Cola Classic logo but instead it says “Cult Classic.” Once the song slows down the woman pulls off her hood to reveal Stephanie Bliss right as her name flashes on the tron!]
Hart: NO WAY!
Nelson: Stephanie Bliss! Stephanie Bliss is back! We haven’t seen her in an active role in over a year.
[Maddie and Lana look up at the ramp more annoyed than surprised. Bliss pulls off her hooded sweater to reveal her exposed arms.]
Hart: Why does Bliss have diagonal “t’s” on her wrists?
Nelson: I believe those are x’s!
Hart: Oh! Wait! What? Is she one of those?
Nelson: I don’t think it matters what she is to Maddie and Lana. She must be the person who has been running into them over the last few weeks.
Hart: Why is this any of her business?
Nelson: I think we are about to find out.
[Bliss is handed a microphone and waits for the commotion to die down. Maddie and Lana listen intently.]
Bliss: I’ve had a lot of time to reflect recently. Hell, I was forced to, I guess, grow up a bit. Vices I prided myself in had to be thrown out the window due to circumstances. But let’s face it, those vices never made me who I was. I made me who I was! The cigarettes and booze weren’t my identity, they were just decorations. I guess you can say since my departure, I had to take some responsibility not only for myself but for others.
[Lexington interrupts her.]
Lexington: Is there a point to this? You visited me in my locker room last week, what do we have to do with any of this? Why are you even out here?
[Bliss smirks.]
Bliss: That is a very good question. Why am I here? I’ll tell you why: SEQUELS AND REMAKES! One thing I learned in my community College film classes is that I hate sequels and re-makes. There is nothing more annoying than a sub-par sequel being made to cash off the original. Little did I know that cWo has seen it’s fair share of sequels to ME over the last year. I was the original. I think many can agree that WAYYY before you two came about that I was out there fighting men and women and in process opened the door for you two to even have careers. And for every Godfather part 2 and T2 like Bellatrix and Chastity, there are two Dream Masters and Secret of the Oozes.
[Bliss then looks over at Maddie.]
Bliss: Now let us go on to re-makes. They are NEVER good! Did we really need another Psycho? And there is only one Godzilla and he doesn’t fight Mathew Broderick and that French dude that is in everything. Imagine my surprise when I turned into Driven over the Summer and realized that there was a re-make of ME! A young girl who drinks, smokes and cusses. Guess what? She was received the same way the Black Christmas re-hash was! Grating, overly graphic and made no sense to anyone watching. Face it Maddie, you are just a carbon copy of me!
[Maddie and Lana both look very upset as Bliss waits for the crowd to calm down.]
Bliss: So… I was never planning on coming back. I fooled myself that my cWo life was behind me. But then I have to succumb to a sequel and a re-make fighting over which one sucks the least for the last few weeks. Then it “happened.” I realized that I couldn’t stand to see a clone and a goody two shoes bastardize what I helped invent. I wasn’t going to let knock offs steal the spotlight until everyone forgot that they wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me. So that is why I am here! That is why I made it an issue to visit both of the you over the last few weeks. I am here to remind you that there can be tons of re-makes, sequels, pre-quels, trilogies, but there can only be one “Cult Classic!”
[Lana grabs the mic.]
Lexington: Why don’t you come down here or is the only reason you are out to taunt us?
Maddie: Yeah, get your ass down here and I’ll show both of you what a real fighter is.
[Bliss shrugs.]
Bliss: Do you actually think I’m going to back down?
[Bliss begins to walk down the rampway as Maddie baseball slides out of the ring hitting an unsuspecting Lexington. Bliss then tackles Maddie. Lana gets back up and starts throwing punches at Bliss!]
Nelson: All hell breaks loose after Stephanie Bliss made her surprise re-appearance!
Hart: This is none of her business. I don’t get this whatsoever.
[Suddenly, cWo officials and referees pour out of the rampway. They immediately pull a struggling Bliss out of the fray.]
Nelson: They are breaking this up!
Hart: It looks more like they are tearing Bliss away from the other women! Why aren’t they more concerned about Maddie and Lana!
Nelson: Maddie and Lana lay in hits to each other then to a held down Bliss.
[Maddie hits Lexington with a spinning DDT as Bliss gets carted up the rampway.]
Nelson: Maddie gets a cheap shot on a distracted Lexington as apparently Stephanie Bliss is being carted off. I wonder why?
Hart: I have no idea.
[Chandler is seen backstage with CBK and Jacob Baxter looking on as he rummages through his bag in a huff.]
The ChED: Wish me luck gents! I am about to set things right!
CBK: You are finally going to put an end to Dice?
The ChED: Indeed! I am going to show him that the pen is mighter than the sword! I am going to fight him with the deadliest weapon this side of Nick Dangerous: Education!
Baxter: What the bloody hell are you going on about?
[The ChED pulls out a few books and sets them down.]
The ChED: Driven has been a show of bad morals and even worse grammar. Before we pull the plug on this comatose patient known as cWo, I am going to make sure the people learn something before it ends.
[The ChED grabs a few of his big books and walks away from his Omega colleagues. Andrew just grimaces and takes a deep breath.]
Andrew: That guy is getting on the wrong side of my last nerve...
Baxter: I hear that...so mate, what are you going to be doing about "Hotshot", huh? Going to finally put the old man out of his misery?
[Andrew looks at Jacob Baxter and takes a deep breath, then leaves without saying anything. Baxter looks on shaking his head.]
Nelson: Andrew Phillips? Silent? Michaels should put him in his place more often!
Hart: Oh be quiet!
[Evette stumbles backstage being held up by two aides while holding her face. Natalie is in the back reading an old 1920’s book about grooming and looking pretty. Natalie throws the book down and approaches Evette with concern.]
Mercer: Are you okay?
[Evette pushes the backstage employees off her and looks at Mercer with great contempt.]
Evette: How dare you mock me? And honey, you might as well put that book down because you will never be half the woman that I am.
Mercer: I was just…
Evette: You were making fun of me for losing to that mut!
Mercer: No, but now that you mention it, I do think it is about time that your cheating has caught up with you.
[Evette looks at her enraged!]
Evette: Nothing caught up with me! I was going to my purse because Maddie needed a breath mint. I was trying to be nice.
[Mercer helps a woozy Evette to her feet and looks at her forehead.]
Mercer: I don’t think a purse can leave a welt that big!
[Evette pushes her off and steps back woozy.]
Evette: SHUT UP! I am not going to be lectured by a loser!
[Evette walks away holding her head in pain. The cameras go to Joel and Robbie.]
Nelson: Welcome back folks. I have to say, this is a relatively tame night compared to these passed few months.
Hart: Yeah, a little too tame... A little TOO quiet...
Nelson: I have a bad feeling about it too, Robbie. But the show must go on regardless of our feeling about it. Hopefully it's nothing more than our imaginations.
Hart: Hopefully!
[The camera goes backstage to Bellatrix Drake's Dressing room door, it opens rather quickly and out of the smallest crack humanly possible, comes Lou V Rictor, with a bag in hand, he gives a quick look both left and right and runs away quickly]Hart: Wait a second? What was Rictor doing in Bellatrix Drake's dressing room?
Wilden: Who knows! We'll find out next!
[commercial]
Wilden: Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome back to driven, right now, I'm not entirely sure what to call it but in the ring we've got Lou Rictor, who's apparently got his own little show going.
[The Camera changes to the ring where Rictor is standing, two large cardboard standees of himself standing besides each other and two chairs in front of him. A large grin on his face]
Rictor: Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome one and all to the greatest half time show on earth... Welcome to Rock Talk, With Lou V Rictor...
[The crowd boo's and he just laughs]
Rictor: In todays day and age, it must be hard with your feeble minds to follow every little thing going on in the CWO and even on Driven. So this is why I've started this little talk show of my own, to sort of... Help the D minus fans of the CWO...
[The crowd boo's him even louder, some even throwing cups of beer at him.]
Rictor: So for my first show, I'd like to introduce you all to a very very good friend of mine... Bellatrix Drake!
[ 'The Somber lay' by Eluveitie hits the speakers and the crowd goes wild, the song plays for a bit but nothing happens]
Rictor: Damnit, She missed her cue, I would expect this from someone so green. Alright let try this again... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! BELLATRIX DRAKE!
['The Somber Lay' hits the speakers again, but second verse, same as the last, nothing happens]
Rictor: Goddamnit, I guess I'll have to back there and remind her slow ass...
[As Rictor goes to step out of the ring, 'The Somber Lay' hits one more time, except this time only a picture of Bellatrix's face with a pair of lips that obviously weren't heres covering her original lips]
Rictor: Well Geeze, nice of you to show up, Everyone! Bellatrix Drake!
[Rictor laughs as the rest of the arena boo's him]
Rictor: Well Bellatrix why not tell us a bit about yourself, your work in pretty mysterious ways.
[Bellatrix goes to speak, but its almost drowned out by the large amount of boo's- but over the boo's you can hear what is obviously not Bellatrix's voice, its a very manly deep voice]
Bellatrix Impersonator: Well I grew up in the south, livin' with mah two cusins' and their aunty.
Rictor: Really thats very interesting so you learned a lot while living there
Bellatrix Impersonator: I learned to hate the north, for winnin' the great war, and I also learned how to dodge getting drafted.
[The crowd boos even louder and Rictor finally turns to give them a sort of 'please shut up' sort of look]
Rictor: Well obviously a woman of your intelligence would know how to dodge a lot of things, Drafts, oppertunities, men...
[The impersonator bellatrix all the while is making silly motions with her lips]
Rictor: Well Bellatrix I'm sorry you couldn't be here tonight with us in person so we could all bask in your C minus intelligence.
Bellatrix: I'm sorry I couldn't have been there to dumb down the northerners even more.
Rictor: Yes, we're all sad.
[The Picture went of screen and Rictor turned to the bag that he had brought out with him]
Rictor: Well, We didn't really learn much from all that, so lets have a look at what she's got here in this bag... That I just so happened to find... lieing around...with Bellatrix's Name written all over it...
[Obviously the nametag was crudely put on there by a piece of ripped paper and a pen]
Rictor: Lets have a look see.
[He opens the bag and begins to sift through some of the things... the first thing he pulls out, dangling from his thumb and index finger]
Rictor: Are these...Oh..Man..
[Holding in his hands is a very worn pair of granny panties]
Rictor: Oh...God.. I'm sorry, I threw up in my mouth a bit...
[He drops them on the ring mat and begins to sift alittle more through the bag, again coming up, something dangling between his thumb and index finger]
Rictor: Well, this would explain why she walks funny
[In his hands was a bottle of half used “Foot Fungus and other sores” Cream]
Rictor: I mean, I'm not one to judge.. but... other sores...seriously?
[Again he drops that on the ground and turns around]
Rictor: Ah the coup to gra.
[He turns back around and pulls out a leather gimp mask, with zippers for the eyes and mouth]
Rictor: Geeze, I knew about these, I just didn't think there was anyone who was actually willing to wear one...
[He looked at it for a second, then put it on his head and unzipped the mouth, but left the eyes unzipped]
Rictor: You know I could get used to this, actually, with the eyes left closed like this I don't have to see all your ugly faces
[The camera turns to he stage Where Bellatrix Drake has made her entrance, silently of course]
Rictor: I think the best part about this is I won't have to look at Bellatrix's ugly fungus infested man face anymore!
[The crowd begins to cheer as Bellatrix walks up the steel steps]
Rictor: Ahh See you all know what I mean now! I'm glad you agree, I was starting to think you guys loved Amazon women.
[Bellatrix walks up right behind him, the crowd is going wild]
Rictor: Man and to think I thought you were all Dumb, I better take this off, its starting to smell like old cheese.
[Rictor takes off the mask and turns around, bumping right into Bellatrix's face, he jumps back a bit, running into the ropes. Bellatrix catches him with a running knee, then give him a DDT!]
Nelson: Looks like Bellatrix has seen enough!!
Hart: That's gotta be embarassing!
[Bellatrix slides out of the ring as Rictor gets to his feet, furious. He shouts at her and slams his hands on the ropes in frustration. Bellatrix walks down the ramp, a smile slowly appearing on her face.]
Nelson: And now officially on a winning streak, we have Ron “The Grim Reaper” Wilkins coming to us all the way from Daytona Beach, Florida.
[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 professional wrestling scene for the first time]
Hart: The difference is he’s going up against Devon Dice tonight, a very well established superstar here in the cWo tonight. I get the feeling his rawness as a professional wrestler could be extremely exposed tonight against a veteran like him.
Nelson: But you can’t teach the size and strength of a man like Wilkins and we’ve seen that cover up any mistakes he’s made so far in his short career.
[Wilkins begins stretching his muscles out and limbering up in the ring as he awaits his opponent. Clutch's "Electric Worry" plays as Devon Dice emerges from the curtain with his arms raised. The crowd cheers as Dice walks to the ring staring at the mountain of a man looking down at him in the middle of the ring].
Nelson: I don’t think it matters who you are, walking into the ring against a man the size of The Grim Reaper has got to be immensely intimidating and it looks like Wilkins is flexing his muscles right in front of Dice to further that point.
Hart: Now those are some pipes! Let’s get this thing started!
[The bell rings and Dice backs away, moving around towards the ropes and trying to keep out of the much larger mans reach. Wilkins smiles and charges towards Dice who immediately unleashes a ferocious punch to Wilkins’ face. The Grim Reaper stumbles backwards holding his nose for a second before he shakes his head and refocuses on his target.]
Nelson: Dice appears to be content with staying out of this monsters reach and picking and choosing his spots to inflict some damage on this man.
Hart: Something Ramone Wade and Travis Monroe might have wanted to try.
[Wilkins charges Dice once again looking to tackle him but instead is met with a low dropkick to the thigh. Wilkins howls out in pain and hops backwards on one foot clutching his wounded limb.]
Nelson: And it looks like Dice already found his opening! He sprints across the ring and knocks this huge man off his feet with a clothesline across his chest!
Hart: Keep him grounded, that’s the best way to finish this kid off!
Nelson: And Devon Dice is unleashing a barrage of punches to the gigantic head of Ron Wilkins not giving him a second to recollect himself.
[Finally Wilkins gets an arm free and clubs Devon Dice in the side of his head with a forearm that sends him toppling off his torso. Wilkins rolls away quickly and gets to his feet as Dice does the same shaking his head slightly to rid himself of the effects of the club to the skull.]
Hart: And now Devon Dice is bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet like a bouncer, looks like he’s confident enough to think he’s got this young man figured out.
Nelson: Wilkins doesn’t like that! He’s inching towards Dice who makes what could be a fatal mistake and backs himself into the corner!
Hart: And here comes the Grim Reaper looking like a shark about to finish off it’s prey!
[Wilkins rushes in with a quickness not expected from a man his size and even though Dice gets his hands out to defend himself he crushes him into the turnbuckle. Before he can fall to the mat Ronnie grabs him and whips him against the far ropes.]
Nelson: Dice comes back off the ropes with some serious speed and launches himself in a cross body block!
Hart: But Wilkins catches him in his arms and turns it into a punishing Fallaway Slam! This massive man just sent a 225lb. superstar flying through the air like he was nothing!
[Wilkins rolls to his feet and walks over to Dice ready to pick him up off the mat by the sides of the head but Devon Dice counters it into a chinbreaker which sends Wilkins bouncing backwards to ropes and Dice rises quickly to clothesline The Grim Reaper over the top rope and to the outside of the ring.]
Nelson: Looks like that quick veteran thinking is giving Devon Dice the time he needs to shake the cobwebs out from that Fallaway Slam.
Hart: He’s not gonna have too much time, Wilkins is already on his feet and he looks less than happy with the way this match is going.
Nelson: Sounds like you’re right, Wilkins storms the ring and before Dice can prepare himself he is met with a flurry of massive fists all over his body! Lefts and rights to the head and ribs that are lifting Devon Dice off his feet at times!
Hart: And finished off with a massive clothesline! Ronnie Wilkins just sent Devon Dice crashing into the canvas with severe authority.
Nelson: And now the big man is taking control of this match, he drags Devon Dice up from the mat only to flatten him with a monstrous headbutt!
[Wilkins continues his assault on Devon Dice, dragging him to his feet before hoisting him up in the air and beginning to squeeze the life out of him with a bearhug. Dice flails his arms as his 400lb. opponent pushes every last ounce of oxygen out of him and in desperation he captures Wilkins’ head under his arm.]
Hart: Is he gonna do what I think he’s gonna do?
Nelson: He is! Somehow Devon Dice just countered that bear hug by kicking his legs out as hard as he can and delivering a Tornado DDT driving the seven footer into the canvas skull first!
Hart: I’m still not sure who came off worse there though! Both of these men are down on the mat in obvious pain!
[It takes several moments but both men struggle back up to their feet and stare at each other from a few feet away.]
Hart: What the hell is Devon Dice doing? It looks like he’s inviting Ron Wilkins to tie up with him!
Nelson: You’d think he was the one who just got dropped on his head! There can’t be any question about who the stronger man is in that ring, what is he trying to prove?
Hart: The two men lock arms and there’s a shock…Wilkins tosses Dice onto the mat like he was barely there!
Nelson: But Dice is already back on his feet and is inviting Wilkins in for another go!
[The Grim Reaper smiles and lunges in for another tie up but his smaller opponent ducks underneath his arms, hooks one of his arms around his chest and sends him crashing to the mat with an STO-type maneuver.]
Nelson: Oh my! I don’t think Wilkins was expecting that at all!
Hart: And I don’t think any of us were expecting this, what is Chandler Dalmon doing here?
[The ChED appears on the stage holding a dictionary. Devon Dice adds kicks to the stomach of Wilkins, as The ChED begins to speak into the mic reciting from the dictionary.]
The ChED: COWARD! C-O-W-A-RD!
Nelson: Is he really doing this?
Hart: He is educating Devon Dice and the audience.
[Dice turns towards The ChED very angered.]
The ChED: “One who shows ignoble fear in the face of danger or fear.” In the form of a sentence: Devon Dice does not know how to spell Coward.
[Dice tries to ignore The ChED as he whips Wilkins into the corner and follows up with a few punches.]
The ChED: “Illiterate.” I-L-L-I-T-E-R-A-T-E!
[The ChED paces around the rampway as Wilkins tries to slam Dice down but Dice lands on his feet and goes for a half-thought through clothesline.]
Hart: Dice better keep his head in the game or he is going to lose to the new guy.
Nelson: He wouldn’t if The ChED would just get off the stage!
The ChED: “Unable to read and write.” OR “Marked by inferiority to an expected standard of familiarity with language and literature.” OR “Ignorant of the fundamentals of a given art or branch of knowledge”
[Devon Dice manages a double arm DDT, but Wilkins is quickly back up.]
The ChED: Now in the form of a sentence: “Devon Dice’s years of growing up in the trailer park has left him illiterate!”
[In the ring, The Dice turns back from the ChED and hits dropkick to Wilkins followed by an STO!]
Nelson: Dice is doing a good job shaking The ChED off.]
The ChED: “Irrelevant!” I-R-R-E-L-E-V-A-N-T! “Not relevant; not applicable or pertinent; not bearing upon or serving to support; foreign; extraneous;”
[Devon Dice turns towards The ChED again.]
Hart: I didn’t even know that was a word. I have learned more in the last minute than I have learned in journalism school.
The ChED: In the form of a sentence. “Devon Dice is the one wrestler who can make the prestigious title of ‘Lord of Punishment’ completely irrelevant!”
[Dice flips out and begins screaming at The ChED as if he is going to walk right up there.]
Nelson: Uh-oh! I think that set Dice off!
Hart: It might have, but if I were him I’d turn around!
[Wilkins turns Dice around and hits a huge uppercut to the jaw! The ChED smiles and walks backstage very pleased with himself.]
Nelson: And now Wilkins is laying into his already dazed partner with lefts and rights hammering him into a corner!
Hart: It can not feel good taking fists that size to the head! I’d be tapping out right now!
[Wilkins sees that Dice has been sufficiently dazed and smiles before closing one of his huge hands around his opponents throat.]
Hart: And it looks like Devon Dice is about to go for one hell of a ride.
Nelson: I think you’re right, looks like Wilkins is about to show us a new move in his arsenal, and he sends Devon Dice into the mat with a vicious chokeslam!
[It doesn’t appear one was enough for the self-proclaimed Grim Reaper as he doesn’t let go of his opponents throat and instead drags him up in the air again before releasing him with a second chokeslam.]
Hart: Now that was an impact! No way Devon Dice kicks out of that one!
Nelson: Wilkins makes the cover on his opponent and…
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Hart: Ronnie Wilkins has one his third match in a row! It doesn’t appear that anyone in this federation has the power to match up with him, who is going to beat this kid?
[The scene cuts to commercial as we see the massive figure of Ron Wilkins making his way back to the locker room.]
[We then see the backstage area, which is mostly quiet, as the cameraman slowly walks down the halls, looking at every closed door and down every other corridor as he passes by.]
Cameraman: I'm in the backstage area of the OnCenter Complex. You could find yourself in the middle of a desert and find more life and spirit than you'd find here. Everyone holed up in their offices, their locker rooms, scared to leave the room unless they have to. The cWo is beaten down, scared, and soon they won't have to be. Soon the cWo will-
Voice: Alright, that's enough...
[The camera turns around, to see Johnny Serious looking frustratedly at the cameraman.]
Cameraman: Johnny Serious! Get out of here! I'm just doing my job!
Serious: SERIOUSLY man, I got a real job for you!
[Commercial Break.]
Nelson: We're back ladies and gentlemen.
Hart: And if you just tuned in, Johnny Serious is doing dirty business with cameramen now!
Nelson: I don't know what Johnny Serious has in mind tonight but...
[Suddenly the fans come alive as they see Johnny Serious pushing none other than John Pilchard out from the entrance way, holding his arms out towards Serious as he backs away from him, trying to keep his distance.]
Nelson: John Pilchard? He's the one who's been making bad situations worse with that camera?
Hart: Doesn't surprise me.
Nelson: That snake.
[Pilchard rolls under the bottom rope, once in the ring he stands up. Biting his lower lip, he stands in the ring and accepts whatever Serious is about to bring to him. Serious follows him in the ring, requesting a microphone.]
Hart: What do you think Johnny Serious is gonna do?
Nelson: I wouldn't be upset if he gave John Pilchard a real eye opener if you know what I mean.
[Serious, armed with a microphone looks at Pilchard and begins to speak.]
Serious: Who the hell do you think you are and how stupid must you realky be?
[Pilchard shrugs his shoulders shaking his head and speaking inaudibly as Serious continues.]
Serious: I am so disgusted by you and you antics. Why must you get yourself in other people's business. Why must you get pleasure out of kicking people when they're down. You spread the fear among those most fearful. And you make light of cwo's darkest days!
[Pilchard pulls the mic towards his mouth while the mic remains in Johnny's hand. He gives Serious a look of concern as he defends himself.]
Pilchard: Johnny, relax will ya? What threat am I? Heh, I'm not your problem.
Serious: You're right! You're not my problem. You're everybodies problem, from the locjer room to the fans, you have been a problem to anyone you come in contact with. I thought that when I spared your sorry ass months ago that you would change, but I was wrong, and to be honest with you....I've had enough!
[The fans cheer in support of Serious.]
Pilchard: Had enough of me? Johnny, come on. I'm not assaulting women. I'm not strangling old men. I'm not strapping people down and wailing steel against their heads. I'm just doing my job.
Serious: It may be your job, but the way you go about it is despicable!
Pilchard: What's the point of all this? Is this why I'm out here? Is this why you pushed me around backstage? Is this why you're bullying a man about half your size? To give me a performance appraisal? Johnny, come on. I'm a journalist.
Serious: You're a spineless guttersnipe...no...you're a SERIOUS down right piece of sh*t!
Nelson: Whoa!
[The fans cheer loudly as Serious continues.]
Hart: This is live tv! He can't use that kind of language!
Serious: The reason you're out here is because you may be of use. You appear to be in close contact with Heretic and I happen to come across some SERIOUS words he uttered last week. I heard Heretic talk about "pulling the trigger," taking me out. First, I want Heretic to take his balls out of Omega's hands and perform the deed himself. Second, I want Heretic to know I'm done watching my back everywhere I go, I knows Heretic's weapon is aimed at me, I just want to know when.
Pilchard: Well that's a tall order.
Serious: Damn right...and you're going to tell me NOW!
Pilchard: Even if I knew, why should I tell you?
Serious: Because things are about to get REAL SERIOUS, REAL FAST for you and. You're going to see the side of Johnny that should have thrown Heretic off the top of that cage real soon!
[The camera zooms in on John Pilchard's face, expressing fear of what Serious will do if he's not satisfied.]
Hart: That's a good reason.
[Pilchard holds his hands out, saying "whoa whoa whoa whoa..." Serious closes in on Pilchard as he backs against the corner.]
Hart: What if he's telling the truth Joel?
[Pilchard cowers in the corner as Serious towers over him.]
Serious: I'm not playing games...I want answers NOW!
[Pilchard, looking concerned takes the mic from Serious. He slowly holds the mic to his mouth as he takes a deep gulp.]
Pilchard: .........I'm not gonna tell you anything.
[Pilchard digs his shoulder into Serious' chest, pushing him back.]
Pilchard: Back off of me! I'm not telling you anything! And I don't have to! I'm calling your bluff right now, you're not gonna hit me tonight, no matter what I do or say.
[Fans boo as Pilchard shows a newfound confidence.]
Pilchard: Because you're a "good guy" Johnny. Your "morals" and your "integrity" won't let you lay a finger on me, and it's the exact same reason why you can't stop Omega. It's the same reason cWo is going to die.
[Pilchard stands tall with conviction as he continues.]
Pilchard: cWo is gonna die because you can't save it on your own terms. Don't you remember Johnny? A few months ago Heretic gave you a chance to gut me like a fish, and you couldn't do it. Neither you or Chazz Mendel can do it, hell, you couldn't even stand aside and let Nick Dangerous do it! And you're trying to scare me? Heretic's watching this right now and I can guarantee he's laughing his head off.
The only person who knew what it took to stop Heretic and was willing to do it was Josh Cantrell, and it drove him insane. If you want to stop Heretic, you're not gonna do it by beating me up. If you had any of the qualities a man needs to stop Omega you'd have done it by now, it's almost been a year Johnny! And things are worse than they've ever been!
[Serious looks increasingly frustrated while Pilchard speaks.]
Pilchard: Don't worry Johnny. Just let me pass, let me go. When this is all over, and my book on the death of the cWo gets published, I'll make sure that it's clear that it wasn't ENTIRELY your fault-hey!
[Serious quickly grabs Pilchard by the collar of his shirt.]
Nelson: Enough is enough out of John Pilchard.
Hart: He might have a point Joel!
[Serious grits his teeth as he looks Pilchard in the eyes, giving him a few words.]
Nelson: Oh John Pilchard's a horse's ass!
[Serious then hooks Pilchard up for "Got Serious'd," but finds himself face to face with Nick Dangerous.]
Nelson: It's Nick Dangerous!
[Dangerous knocks Serious to the mat with a roaring elbow.]
Nelson: No!
[Pilchard falls to the mat, looking admirably at Dangerous, Dangerous exchanges a mean glance back which prompts Pilchard to run away.]
Hart: This it Joel! The knife in the heart of cWo!
[Serious sits against the first turnbuckle as Nick delivers hard boots to the chest.]
Nelson: Dangerous wailing away on Johnny Serious similar to the beating he gave Chris Michaels last week!
[Dangerous then picks Serious up to his feet, and quickly snaps him back with a t-bone suplex.]
Nelson: Exploder suplex from Dangerous.
Hart: Dangerous is doing what he meant to do last week! Heretic pulled the trigger! This is it!
[Dangerous looks down on Serious, who nurses his back, as the fans protest. Nick sits by Serious and places him in a Dangerous Armbar.]
Nelson: Wait a minute! It's Zach Dangerous and Chazz Mendel!
[Chazz nurses his back, injured still from the beating at Roll the Dice, he stops at ringside as Zach enters the ring.]
Nelson: Zach's been waiting for this for a long time!
[Dangerous notices the pair's arrival, getting up from the mat as he prepares for a fight. Zach enters the ring and climbs onto Dangerous, hooking his legs around his waist and delivering repeated forearms into the head.]
Nelson: A unique attack from Zach Dangerous! He's really taking it to him!
[Nick wraps his arms around Zach's body, and tosses him backwards with an overhead belly to belly suplex.]
Nelson: No!
[Chazz Mendel then feels obliged to enter the ring following Zach's plight, Nick turns around as Chazz charges after him, but has no time to react as Chazz takes him down with a running back elbow.]
Hart: Chazz should get out of there!
Nelson: Chazz going against doctor's orders here.
[Nick gets up, as Chazz downs him again with another back elbow.]
Nelson: So far so good!
[As Dangerous gets back up to his feet, Chazz kicks him in the head, as Nick stands up, Chazz delivers a front kick to his chest, and follows up with a spinning wheel kick.]
Hart: Man..
Nelson: He's on fire!
[Dangerous is stunned, but yet slowly rises to his feet, he makes it up before a sore Chazz Mendel can, as Nick rushes towards him him.]
Hart: You can tell he's not in shape for this!
[Nick delivers three repeated knees to the gut. Nick grabs Chazz by the head and tights, as he tosses him to the mat, once down Chazz slides on the mat, and his back collides with the ring post.]
Nelson: No!
Hart: That back's never gonna heal!
[Serious then gets back in the fight with a right hand stunning Dangerous.]
Nelson: Serious with a right hand!
[Serious continues throwing rights to the face of Dangerous, Dangerous retaliates with a right hand of his own, but Serious dodges it. Nick spins facing away from Serious, and meets Zach, who takes him down with a spinning leg scissors.]
Nelson: Yes! Zach Dangerous and Serious are working together to get him the hell out of here!
[Dangerous gets up again, he charges after Zach, but Serious steps in between and takes him down with a drop toe hold.]
Nelson: Drop toe hold!
[Zach follows up, kicking Dangerous in the ribs.]
Hart: Oooh!
Nelson: Sickening kick.
[Dangerous is winded as he clutches his stomach. Zach then climbs on top of him and mounts punches to the head.]
Hart: I don't think Heretic's gonna be happy about this!
Nelson: John Pilchard definitely caught a lucky break I'll tell you that.
[Nick pushes Zach off of him and rolls out of the ring. He hobbles backwards, clutching his gut as he backs away. Fans go wild as Serious challenges Nick to come back to the ring.]
Nelson: Contrary to what Pilchard says, Serious just fended off another attack from Dangerous, and he did it his way...
[The scene begins with Chastity jogging up a long flight of stairs and then to her entrance for her first match in cWo standing next to Mary-Joe Wolf.]
McGavin: It began…
[The next is of her doing pull ups on a bar outdoors. This then shifts to her pinning JJ Carter.]
McGavin: Leading to this moment…
[She is doing bench presses as her eliminating women in a battle royal is shown followed by her showing in the gauntlet for the Women’s.]
McGavin: But…
[She lays punches and kicks to a punching bag as scenes from all five of her matches with Jen Diamond is shown and her eventually losing.]
McGavin: to prepare for it…
[The scene shifts to McGavin looking at a Cyberslam logo.]
McGavin: need to tie up…
[Shots of Mike Logan’s several wins on her is shown followed by Mary-Joe Wolf betraying her and laying her out with a brief case.]
McGavin: a…
[Finally, shots of her trying to hit the V-20 on Mike Logan once, twice and a third time. Then him hitting her with a steel chair and dragging her off over his shoulder.]
McGavin: LOOSE END
[The scene ends on a picture of Mike Logan and a marker marking off his face. The picture is right next to the Cyberslam logo. The scene fades with a close up on Chastity’s eyes. Once again, we return to the commetary table.]
Nelson: Chastity McGavin is a woman on a mission. I've never seen anyone so focused, man or woman
Hart: You said it. She's a machine!
Nelson: Indeed she is. Next up is one of featured matches for the evening, Mike Logan squaring off against "Hotshot" Chris Michaels. Both men have a lot on the line heading into Cyberslam. Mike Logan has an opportunity to become the cWo United States Champion when he takes on the current champion, Sean Pason. And we saw the challenge laid down earlier by Chris Michaels, where if he loses, his career is over.
Dixon:Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Hamilton, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at 243 pounds... "The Canadian Gigolo"... MIKE... LOGAN!!!
[The lights dim and turn a cherry shade of red as "The Stroke" by Billy Squire begins to play over the P.A. system as we see "The Canadian Gigolo" Mike Logan emerge from behind the curtain wearing a long sleeveless black and red rhinestone robe with red and black short wrestling trunks plus sunglasses and accompanied by Sabrina Swallows and Mary-Joe Wolf to each side of him. He then looks out at the fans with a smirk before gyrating his hips as the fans immediately begin to boo loudly upon his arrival while his female groupies swoon at his hip gyrations. Mike then smirks at the fans and begins to strut in a very arrogant and cocky manner toward the ring with a woman in each arm. He then spots a camera and flexes a bicep for the camera before kissing it and resuming his walk to the ring. He stops to occasionally look out at the crowd with a brash smile on his face. He finally makes his way up the ring steps and walks along the apron before pausing and gyrating his hips again to more boos before he flicks the sunglasses into the crowd. He then struts to the middle of the ring and begins to do a pose, flexing his muscles as red pyro shoots out from the turnbuckles. Still smirking at the fans and their disdain, Mike removes his robe and gyrates his hips some more before thrusting his pelvis at the crowd to more boos and then runs against the ropes briefly before he heads to the corner and leans up against the turnbuckles awaiting his opponent as the music dies down and his groupies are rubbing him down.]
Nelson: Mike Logan is a greasy individual.
Hart: That's it? Big time college degree, and all you can call Mike Logan is greasy? I know what that tone is, it's jealousy! You're green with envy!
Nelson: No, I think I'm going to be sick. Mike Logan, Sabrina Swallows, and Mary-Joe Wolf are just disgusting together. And to think Mary-Joe used to be a woman of integrity.
Hart: Well when you've dated the pinnacle of masculinity, ME, there's nowhere to go but down.
["Superstar" by Saliva hits the PA as the "HotShot" comes through the curtain. He walks slowly down the ramp with a big smile on his face. He takes the steps into the ring and mounts the second turnbuckle to give a one fist salute.]
Dixon; And his opponent. He is from Roanoke, Virginia...The HotShot....Chris Michaels!
DING DING DING
Nelson: And we're underway,
[They lock up and Mike Logan is gaining control of Michaels pushing him back. Mike Logan now with a headlock, across the ropes goes Mike Logan, shoulderblock! Michaels hits the mat. ]
Hart: Weak.
Nelson: Oh give me a break.
[Michaels back on his feet, a fist to the midsection of Mike Logan, Fireman's carry and Michaels has Mike Logan on the ground in a headlock. Really wrenching hard is Michaels. Now lifts Mike Logan to his feet and whips him into the corner. Michaels charges and a big boot to the face of Michaels. OH WHAT A CLOTHESLINE BY Mike Logan! Mike Logan goes for the pin. ]
One...
Two...
Kickout!
Hart: Mike Logan Get it done already!
Nelson: He’s not letting up.
[Mike Logan with an elbow drop across the sternum of Michaels. And he gets up, off the rope and another elbow drop. Mike Logan reluctantly climbs the top rope. ELBOW DROP! NOO! Michaels MOVED! Mike Logan on his feet holding his elbow, Michaels off the ropes flying lariat! Michaels goes for the pin. ]
One...
Two...
Three NOO! KICKOUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
Nelson: I thought we had a victory for a second.
Hart: Well you thought wrong.
Nelson: Michaels up on his feet and lifts Mike Logan.
[Body slam, off the ropes, fist drop. Michaels pumping up the crowd now as he's calling for Why Me?! Michaels sets him up but Logan elbows Michaels in the head and hits the former champion with a jawbreaker! Michaels is down and "the Canadian Gigilo" is headed to the middle rope and he comes crashing down with a fist drop. Mike Logan going for the cover. ]
One...
two...
Th...No, Michaels kicks out!
Hart: THAT WASN'T THREE! C’mon Logan
Nelson: Michaels KICKED OUT I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Neither can Mike Logan. Michaels is down cold. Mike Logan is going to snap.
Hart: Michaels needs to stay down and go away, why wait until Cyberslam?.
Nelson: Because that’s not his style Robbie and you know that.
[ Logan turns back to Michaels who has made it to his knees. Mike Logan walking over, and low blow by Michaels. Now on his feet, Michaels with fists to the face of Mike Logan. ]
Hart: Michaels should be DQ'd!
Nelson: He's just doing what he needs to, just like Logan would.
[Michaels whips Mike Logan across the ropes; Michaels ducks the clothesline, Logan comes back with a big knee lift sending Hot Shot down! Logan is waiting for Michaels to get to his knees now. Michaels starting up and Logan nails him with that a big clothesline! Logan looks exhausted and slow to make the cover. He finally does!]
One....
two....
Thre....MICHAELS KICKS OUT!
Hart: How?!
Nelson: This is unbelievable.
Hart: He only kicked out because he wants to be beaten more.
Nelson: Logan is in disbelief! He begins to stomp on Chris Michaels. He goes for another pin.
One...
two....
kickout!
Hart: Will this man not die?
Nelson: Michaels slowing pulling himself up on the ropes and Logan is up behind him, a kick to the head!
Hart: Yes! Yes.
Nelson: Logan goes for the pin again!
One…
Two…
No, Michaels kicks out yet again!
Hart: The old man’s got a little confidence I supposed from telling off Phillips earlier in the night.
Nelson: Logan has picked Michaels up and points to the apron at Mary Joe.
[Mary Joe steps on the apron and the referee heads over to tell her to get down. As he heads that way Logan nails Michaels with a mule kick to the groin]
Nelson: Oh no.
Hart: Oh yes!
Nelson: That might just spell the end for Michaels.
Hart: I think Logan has other ideas.
[Logan heads over to the turnbuckle and begins untying it. The referee heads over to stop him and then Sabrina jumps on the apron. ]
Nelson: Michaels is just outnumbered.
[Logan picks up Michaels and gives him a “snake eyes” on the exposed turnbuckle.]
Hart: Pin him!
Nelson: What’s this?
[The crowd starts to pop as Sean Pason runs down the ramp and jumps on the apron. The referee heads over to try to remove Pason and Pason tries to point out to the ref what Logan’s been doing.]
Nelson: I think Sean Pason is trying to let the official know what’s been going on.
[Logan walks over to Pason and tries to push him off the apron, Pason stands his ground and Logan takes a big swing. Pason ducks and pushes Logan into a waiting Chris Michaels who delivers a superkick out of desperation]
Hart: Oh no!
Nelson: Michaels nailed him!
One
Two
Three…
Dixon: Here is your winner, the “HotShot” Chris Michaels!
Hart: Chris Michaels may have won this match, but Mike Logan looks absolutely livid with Sean Pason right now!
Nelson: Logan's up and holding his jaw, but he starts toward Pason, only to get cold-cocked with another right hand from Pason!
Hart: Now Mary-Joe and Sabrina are here to save him from further damage as Pason walks away like the punk he is...
Nelson: Punk? Pason has every right to hit someone like Mike Logan!
[Pason throws his hands in the air on top of the stage and let's out a loud howl, which is echoed by the fans in the OnCenter.]
[Backstage we see Barrett Hawk in street clothes, he seems to be packing his bags when Jason Duran approaches him with a microphone.]
Duran: Mr. Hawk, can I have a word?
Hawk: I'll tell ya anything you want, long as ya know I ain't in the best o' moods.
Duran: How's Giant Maxx after the vicious chairshot Andrew Phillips gave him two weeks ago?
Hawk: Let me tell you somethin' about Giant Maxx. Y'know he might be a little less developed than most people his age but he never meant any harm to no one. What Rich did to him, you might as well've taken him to the zoo and dumped him in the lion's den. Ain't no use getting angry at Omega, they know what they are. Mr. Rich ain't got no idea what he's brought on to his self.
[Hawk looks straight into the camera, with a passion in his eyes as he continues speaking softly.]
Hawk: Mr. Rich...there's gonna come a time where you have to come back to work. When that time comes, I'll be right here to tell you what time it is...
[The cameras fade to black, and to commercial break.]
Nelson: Welcome back to Driven everyone, we're almost ready for our main event of the evening!
Hart: Time for the doozy, Joel! Let's get doozified!
Nelson: Shut up Hart! Let's go down to Mic Benson for the official ring introductions for tonight's main event!
DING DING DING
Benson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is our MAIN EVENT!
[Up on the cWo tron a picture of the earth is seen. The earth then explodes as pyro and explosions fill the arena. The entrance ramp is filled with smoke as "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva begins to play. Muru then walks out through the fog and makes his way down the ramp.]
Benson: Introducing first, fron Allen Park, Michigan, weighing in at 225 pounds, MMUURRRRRUUUUUUUU!!
[Along the way to the ring he slaps the hands of a few fans and the he slides into the ring. He then raises his hands to the air as the crowd cheers. The cheers quickly turn to boos though as the intro to "Back In The Saddle" by Aerosmith cues on the PA. As the main riff cues in, fireworks explode out of the ramp. A shower of fireworks comes down over the entrance way and "The Comeback Kid" strolls out onto the stage.]
Benson: And his opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, "THE COMEBACK KID", AANNNDDDRREEEWWW PHILLIPS!
[As the main riff cues in, fireworks explode out of the ramp. A shower of fireworks comes down over the entrance way and "The Comeback Kid" strolls out onto the stage. He stares blankly ahead as he makes his way down the ramp. He climbs up on the apron and into the ring, the stands in he center of the ring and raises his arms in the air. He then turns his attention to Muru.]
DING DING DING
Nelson: And we're off with our main event! "The Comeback Kid" Andrew Phillips versus Muru, there's some history here folks as Andrew and Muru slowly circle one another, collar and elbow tie-up center of the ring. And it's Muru with the arm drag first, Andrew back to his feet but it's Muru with a straight right shot! Andrew staggers back into the ropes and it's Muru with the irish whip into the parallel set, Andrew comes off and gets hit with a big time back elbow! Muru starting off fast and furious here tonight!
Hart: Let's just hope he's not too fast and too furious, otherwise he might stall before he makes the quarter mile!
Nelson:...Uh, yeah....at any rate, CBK clutching at his face as gets back to his feet again and it Muru with a kick to the stomach, and then another straight right hand! CBK literally against the ropes here, and it's Muru with a stiff European uppercut! Muru not playing around right now as he tries to irish whip Andrew again, Andrew with the reversal, but Muru springboards off the ropes with a cross body block! And Muru has the cover, but CBK able to kick out after one! Muru is totally fired up as CBK tries to shake the the cobwebs, back to his feet, but again it's Muru on the attack with a forearm, whips Andrew into the ropes and...and Andrew hangs on and rolls out of the ring! Muru has been on the attack since the get go, I don't think CBK has his head in the game here!
Hart: Obviously not, usually CBK is the aggressor this early in the match, but clearly he's distracted!
Nelson: Perhaps Michaels standing up for himself has Andrew off his game a little bit. He hasn't exactly answered Michaels challenge!
Hart: I'm sure Andrew has a plan for Michaels, he just isn't going to share it with the world yet.
Nelson: And now we see Muru, hit the ropes, gonna look to DIVE OUTSIDE...but Andrew moves out of the way, but Muru catches himself! Muru able to manuever on to the ring apron, Andrew hasn't seen him, and now Andrew turns around, and it's Muru with the asai moonsault...but Andrew caught him!
Hart: Nice!!
Nelson: Great show of strength and balance by CBK, and now the Andrew with evil attentions, looking to ram Muru right into the post...but Muru wriggles off his shoulders, and shoves CBK right into the post! Andrew's skull colliding with steel as he stumbles around and gets caught with a clothesline from Muru! CBK hasn't even gotten a little out of the gate here tonight!
Hart: Maybe your right, maybe he does have Chris Michaels on the bran!
Nelson: It appears so as Muru grabs CBK by the legs and drags him across the floor...what's Muru doing here.
Hart: Something risky and dumb, I'm guessing.
Nelson: Muru steps into the ring to break the count, and now he's on the apron, and he comes off with the moonsault onto CBK! The height on that was incredible, no assistance from the ropes as Muru gets back to his feet and plays to this electrified crowd!
Hart: Oh, oh, look, he hurt himself!
Nelson: It does look like he's favoring his stomach a little, but after that move it should be expected. and all the while the ref is counting, Muru quickly picks CBK up and tosses him into the ring. Muru now back up on the apron, waiting for CBK to get back to his feet, Andrew slowly makes his way up, and now Muru's going to springboard off the top rope...but Andrew catches him again! Andrew got Muru up on his shoulders, and now he drops him with he rolling samoan drop!! And now we see Muru clutching at the stomach again!
Hart: I told you he hurt himself.
Nelson: Muru might've hurt his ribs off that moonsault outside, and Andrew didn't make it any better after that manuever. The Comeback Kid gets back to his feet, as does Muru, and Andrew with the straight right hand right to gut, and another, and another! And now Andrew burying the knee into the the stomach of Muru, this is where Andrew is so dangerous, when he finds a body part he can pick apart!
Hart: CBK's getting back on his game now, and that's when he can really hurt someone!
Nelson: A lot of history between these two men, it was Muru who beat Andrew for the now defunct cWo Television Championship after CBK handed himself that title, but that was then and this is now, and right now Muru is trying to fight back with the right hands to CBK, Muru hits the ropes and charges forward, but it's Andrew with the overhead belly-to-belly suplex!! And Andrew not wasting any time, we see Muru trying to roll o his stomach but CBK locks his arms around Muru, almost like he's got a bearhug going from the gutwrench suplex position.
Hart: Do you think Chris Michaels wrestles this smart? I mean, say what you will but Andrew and Omega, you can't doubt Andrew skill here.
Nelson: And no one would discount his skill, but it's slightly over shadowed by his desire to destroy everything some many know and love, including Muru! And you can Andrew really leaning his body into Muru's, trying to squeeze as much as the air and energy out of the high flyer as he possibly can. And you can see Muru struggling to get back to that vertical base, the one place Muru does not want to be right now is on the mat, he wants to be in the air and on the offense, and we can see Muru now throwing shots into the stomach of CBK, trying to fight out, but Andrew takes his right back down with the gutwrench suplex! And now CBK with the cover...
ONE
TWO
NO! Muru manages to kick and rolls back to his stomach, but that may have been a tactical error on his part as CBK again goes to that gutwrench bearhug manuever.
Hart: He's got Muru panicking here, his ribs are hurting, that rush of energy he had to start with is gone, Andrew is pressing his advantage and wrestling with his head. The old Andrew would've blown this advantage by now!
Nelson: Are you admiring him? Are you actually admiring him?
Hart: I'm admiring his intellect, not his intention!
Nelson: Well Muru is not out of this match yet as we see Muru trying to twist out and break that grip Andrew has on his stomach and it looks like he'll be able to, and Muru able to it out! But Andrew wraps his arms around the waist again! I can't lie Robbie, he's being very impressive, but these people are willing Muru on as he tries to get back to his feet, you can see the intensity on Andrew's face, but Muru with the elbows to the head, trying to break off the attack here, Andrew's hanging on, but Muru able to get him with the jawbreaker! Andrew let's go of the hold as Muru slowly back to his feet, but you can see he's breathing heavy, that move took a lot out of him, but Muru is not one to ive up as Andrew charges him with a clothes, Muru able to duck it though and hits the ropes, Andrew turns around and gets kicked with the spinning wheel kick!
Hart: But you see what that does to Muru, landing on his back like that just jacks his insides all up.
Nelson: Muru can't even capitalize on that manuever, he's just clutching at that stomach, but Muru is not backing down as Andrew gets back to his feet, and now Muru hooks him up and takes him back down with the russian leg sweep! And again you can see the pain etched on Muru's face, but he's able to make the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
TH...NO! No good on that one as Muru struggles back to his feet. He hauls Andrew up, but Andrew with the elbow right to the gut! Muru cries out, but he FLOORS Andrew with a clothesline! Muru reached down deep to pull that clothesline out, and now Muru's going outside to the ring apron! This is not smart!
Hart: See, he's feeding off these people! That'll be the end of him!
Nelson: Muru is looking to springboard off those ropes, but wait, Andrew Phillips charges and it's a spear!! Andrew spears Muru right through the ropes and into the barricade!
Hart: You see! This is what Andrew is talking about! These fans will be the death of wrestlers and cWo alike at this rate!
Nelson: Will you quit doomsaying! And now Andrew rolls back into the room and he's just going to let the ref count Muru out here!
Hart: Of course, he's done, no use giving Muru an excuse to try and cheap shot his way to victory!
NelsonL Muru would cheap shot his way to anything! The referee starts the count now as Muru is barely moving on the outside.
ONE
TWO
Nelson: And wouldn't it be just like Omega don't win a match on a count out!
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
Hart: Wins or losses don't matter to them, all they care about is hurting people!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Nelson: And it's Muru now, he has to clutch the ring apron just to make it back to his feet!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TE...
Nelson: And Muru just barely makes it back in! And now it's Andrew, right back on the attack, hauls Muru up, has him in that gutwrench position, going try and lift him for the powerbomb...but Muru reverses!! Muru reverses with he hurricanrana, pinning prediciment on Andrew Phillips!!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE...NO! Andrew just barely manages to kick out! Both men rolling to their feet, Andrew charges with a clothesline, Muru able to duck it and hit the ropes, and he takes Andrew down with the leg lariat!! Muru's going to try his hardest to pull this one out, bad ribs and all as Andrew gets back to his feet, so much pain etched on Muru's face as he kicks Andrew in the gut, sets him up for the DDT, Andrew though reverses and watch out WATCH OUT, CBK goes for the ConClusion! Muru though, able to block, he sets Andrew up and DROPS HIM WITH SPILT MILK!!
Hart: Good going, Muru! ...Oh my God, did I just root for him?
Nelson: Indeed you did, but We can see Muru here can't capitalize again! Every time he lands on his back it must knock he wind out of him Muru is rolling away from Andrew here!
Hart: Come on, dum-dum! Roll the other way!
Nelson: Muru's in so much pain right now, but he finally gets the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEENO! NO! Andrew kicks out!!
Hart: Great job there Muru! Way to bungle things up for the rest of us!
Nelson: Muru almost had Andrew there, but those ribs have to be killing him, one of them might be broken as both of them slowly crawl back to their feet. And it's Muru with the right hand, and another, and another, but CBK buries the knee into the stomach! And now it's Andrew with the knife edge chop, Andrew hits the ropes but it's Muru with the boot to the stomach, going to go for the DDT here, but CBK able to reverse and Andrew's going to go for the ConClusion again! Muru able to shove him off and he tries to lift Andrew up foir a death valley driver, but Andrew wriggles off, trying for The BitchBreaker now, Muru with the elbown to the stomach and Muru able to get the DDT now!!
Hart: Cover him! Cover...what is he doing!
Nelson: Muru looks like he's going to try and put him away with the final shot!!
Hart: Come on, just cover him! Put him away, Muru!
Nelson: And Muru's going to try and muster up just that extra bit of stenth, that extra mile! Andrew appears to be out cold as Muru struggles to make it up top!! This next manuever could make or break Muru!
Hart: Probably more break than ake!
Nelson: Muru is perched up on that top rope! And it's Muru with the MURUSPLASH...BUT ANDREW GETS HIS KNEES UP!! Right into the mid-section, Muru, screams out in pain and grabs at that stomach!! Muru up on his feet, clutching his stomach! And now CBK sneaks up from behind, he hooks Muru up and DRILLS HIM WITH THE BITCHBREAKER!!
Hart: Game over, man! Game over!!
Nelson: Andrew with the cover, hooks the legs!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Nelson: It's all over!!
DING DING DING!!
Donna Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, "THE COMEBACK KID" ANDREW PHILLIPS!!
Hart: Way to go with that lost, Muru!
Nelson: Muru has nothing to be ashamed of, he gave his all in this match and...oh wait, what is this!
[The crowd begins to boo as Jacob Baxter walks down the aisle carrying his trusty chair. CBK stomps on Muru's stomach for good measure as Baxter slides into the ring.]
Nelson: And now it looks like it's time for another Omega mugging!
[Andrew hauls Muru back to his feet as Baxter struts up to him with a smug smile on his face.]
Hart: Looks like Muru's going to get "Daded" here tonight!
Nelson: God I hope not, someone needs to stop these two before they get out of hand though!
[Baxter raises the chair, readying for the shot, but he crowd begins to cheer. Andrew points, but it's too little too late as "HotShot" Chris Michaels slides into the ring. Baxter swings the chair wildly at him, but Michaels ducks it and kicks Baxter in the stomach! Baxter drops the chair and doubles over as Muru struggles to get free of Andrew's clutches and Michaels picks up the chair...]
Hart: Oohhh boy! Can he do it!
Nelson: Will Michaels hit Baxter here! He looks like he's getting ready to hit a home run right now! It would teach Omega a listen or two! And Michaels is going to bring that chair down...but Andrew shoves Baxter out of the way AND GETS WALLOPED WITH A CHAIR SHOT!! And Andrew collaspes in a heap as Michaels smiles big and bright! And Muru goes right after Baxter, but Baxter is able to roll out of the ring and pull Andrew out with him! Andrew just took that bullet that was meant for Baxter!
Hart: Wait...did...did Omega just lose a battle?
Nelson: I don't think lost so much as on this exchange they were outplayed. But for now, for one night, we can end on a somewhat happy note! For my broadcast partner Robbie Hart, I'm Joel Nelson, goodnight from Syracuse!
[Michaels helps Muru back to his feet as Baxter helps Andrew up the ramp, telling him "next week we'll get 'em, mate! Next week they're dead!" The cWo copyright information is displayed and the show fades to back.
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