[The camera fades in backstage to Johnny Serious with the world title belt on his shoulder. The crowd pops as he's approached by Chris Michaels, looking banged up from Cyberslam.]

Hot Shot: Johnny!

Serious: Good to see you, man

Hot Shot: The doctors told me I shouldn't even be here today, but I couldn't pass on the opportunity to see the new champ!

[He holds out his hand and Serious shakes it.]

Serious: Thanks, Chris.

Hot Shot: Really, you did an amazing thing. You turned it around.

Serious: Coming from you, that means a lot. I appreciate it.

Hot Shot: But there's someone else that wants to congratulate you, too.

[A familiar voice is heard off screen.]

Voice: There he is!

[The crowd pops loudly as Notorious JON walks into the picture.]

Notorious JON: Congratulations, brother!

[The two shake hands as the cameras fade to black, and to the cWo logo as the introduction to Driven starts.]

Well my boss called me up and said to come into work.
I just hung up on that slave-driving jerk.
I'm goin' to Rasslin!
Goin' to Rasslin!

You think I'd rather be sweatin' on the dock?
Or watching somebody use a hammerlock?
I'm goin' to Rasslin!
Goin' to Rasslin!

R-A-S-S-L-I-N That's Rasslin'

I like to watch ASM smash his axe off the corner post
And that Hooligan kick delivered by Jacob Baxter
Johnny Serious and Muru are what I like the most
And the alley opp and aeroplane spin like only Thaddeus Walker can!

Boss called again said it's time and a half if you come in tonight
I just had to laugh
I'm goin' to Rasslin!
Goin' to Rasslin!

R-A-S-S-L-I-N That's Rasslin'

Well my girlfriend called and friend she could be a model for Fredrick's of Hollywood
But she was hassled, really hassled!
Said I could come over early and stay real late
But I told her honey if we got a date we're goin' to rasslin
Goin' to Rasslin!

R-A-S-S-L-I-N That's Rasslin'

As Chazz Mendel when he's really high in flight
Cool as Ice Devon Dice when he's out there struttin'
Big Ronnie Wilkins must be seven foot nine!
I wouldn't miss this for a dozen girls.
I wouldn't miss this if for nothin'

I said Honey I hope you ain't hurt
She said I'm puttin' on my rasslin' shirt
I'm goin to rasslin!
Goin' to Rasslin!

R-A-S-S-L-I-N that's Rasslin!

Well last night I dreamed my life was over
There were golden streets and fields of clover
And the lights, they were dazzlin'.
I looked for ol' Prophet Mohammad at the pearly gates
I found a note that said I won't be too late
I'm goin' to Rasslin'
Goin' to Rasslin!

R-A-S-S-L-I-N that's Rasslin!

There's the gigolo Mike Logan with all his lovely ladies
There's Nick Dangerous with his trademark armbar
And I'll never forget the classic battles of seven years ago!
Two champions Chris Michaels and Notorious JON

Mohammad told me as he let me in
From now on, every Thursday, Karl, we're goin' to rasslin
Goin' to Rasslin!

He spelled it
R-A-S-S-L-I-N that's Rasslin!

Boy if I'd known this was gonna happen I wouldn't have bought these advance tickets!
Hey Mohammad, will all my virgins have a ringside seat?
Is ole' JJ gonna be up here any time soon?
R-A-S-S-L-I-N that's Rasslin!

[Cameras fade in to the Arena at Harbor Yard in Bridgeport, Connecticut. Pyro explodes as cameras rush through excited fans in the audience all heavily anticipating tonight's live show. Cameras scan through various fan signs such as “EMT'S GOT OT @ CS,” “PICKLES,” and "SERIOUS IS THE ALPHA!” The camera finally stops on Joel Nelson and Robbie Hart, who look very excited to call the action.]

Nelson: Ladies and Gentleman, may I be the first to welcome you to a new day here in the Championship Wrestling Organization! I'm Joel Nelson, with me as always is Robbie Hart. Robbie, how about Last Sunday night and Cyberslam?

Hart: Without a doubt, it was a fantastic night! We won the war, baby!

Nelson: Yes indeed! It was an epic night of wrestling action culminating with Johnny Serious finally overcoming the odds, and becoming the World Champion! And did you see Notorious JON is here officially congratulating the new Champ!

Hart: That's something! But the best part is that we get to avoid the unemployment line!

Nelson: You said it, friend. We've got some great wrestling action lined up for you tonight, but before we get to that, we'd like to announce the debut of our brand new syndicated television broadcast airing every Saturday night on the Versus network, cWo: Deep South! On top of seeing all of your favourite cWo superstars every Thursday on Driven, you'll be seeing them again Saturday nights! It's twice the wrestling action you've come to expect from the cWo!

Hart: Hopefully it comes with twice the pay the commentators get, too!

Nelson: Either way, we're very excited for this new show, so remember to set your TiVo's for Saturday night, and cWo: Deep South! Ok Robbie, we've got some great matches scheduled for tonight, many of them Cyberslam remat...

[The lights go our as the Voice of Johnny Serious comes over the sound system and says "Are You SERIOUS." An orange light turns on in the arena as the song "Elevation" by U2 plays. Johnny Serious makes his way out, wearing the cWo World Heavyweight Championship Belt. He has a few bruises on his face.]

Nelson: This kind of interruption I don't mind! Here comes Johnny Serious!!! Listen to this capacity crowd Robbie, every single person on their feet to show their support for the new cWo World Champion!

Hart: He did the near impossible, but like every super hero, he did the dumb thing and let the villain crawl away while we celebrated!

Nelson: Maybe so, but Heretic Got Serious'd.....I mean he Got Serious'd three times, and with that last time, ended what may have been the worst era in cWo history. I don't think he wants any more to do with Johnny Serious.

[Serious enters the ring, goes to a corner, climbs the turnbuckle, unstraps the Championship belt and lifts it in the air to the crowd with a playful cocky smile as the regular house lights come back on.]

Nelson: Was there ever a better moment in the history of the cWo then what transpired at Cyberslam VII, with Johnny's peers coming down ringside and celebrating with him? It's a moment I won't soon forget.

Hart: Yeah, and what's going to happen soon, one of those idiots will beg for a title match!

[Serious grabs a mic]

Crowd: JOHN-NY, JOHN-NY, JOHN-NY, JOHN-NY, JOHN-NY

[Serious stares at the crowd with smiles.]

Nelson: Listen to this crowd Robbie...it's been awhile since a Champion received this kind of reception.

Serious: Thank you so much! Thank you so much.

Crowd: JOHN-NY, JOHN-NY, JOHN-NY, JOHN-NY

Serious: SERIOUSLY, thank you...thank you for the support you have all shown me but more importantly, thank you for never giving up on cWo as a whole!

[The crowd goes crazy.]

Serious: At Cyberslam, cWo was victorious over OMEGA. We took back our show. We took back our website, and with all of your help...

[pointing to the crowd]

Serious:...we took back the cWo WORLD TITLE .....

[Serious lifts the title in the air again as the crowd once again begins to chant his name.]

Crowd: JOHN-NY, JOHN-NY, JOHN-NY

Serious: Now there were a few doubters out there, most notably, Robbie Hart himself....

Crowd:BOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nelson: Busted!

Hart: Hey! I was just keeping it real! Good guys lose all the time!

Serious: ...But today, is a fresh start. It is a fresh start for me, it is a fresh start for the cWo, and damn it, it's a fresh start for everyone....At Cyberslam, several of us if not all of us, went the distance, pulled out all the stops, and took one hell of a beating to make sure that by the end of the night, our fans went home happy!

[Crowd Cheers again]

Serious: And I have to give it to Heretic! He gave me the fight of my life. And he never gave up. He can say all he wants about how he doesn't care, but he gave it his all at Cyberslam as did I.

NelsoN: I can't disagree with you Johnny on that one. Heretic, for good or bad, he fought hard to retain that title.

Serious: You know, when I first came into the cWo, I came with a self proclaimed tag line that I was the Next Best Thing. I was cocky, I was arrogant, but most importantly, I was an asshole!!!!

Hart: Still is!

Serious: But over time, I came to embrace what it meant to wrestle for the cWo. I came to embrace the history of this company. I came to embrace all of you out there, and over time, I gained your forgiveness....but I'm not done fighting for you all! It SERIOUSLY means alot to me to be the cWo World Champion, and to hold the title that other great champions have held.

Hart: Oh give me a barf bag!

Serious: And with that said, I am going to promise you all that this World Title will be defended on more occasions. Forever long that I am the cWo World Champion, I promise you that I will do my best to defend this title as often as I can. Because that is what the cWo needs right now!

[The crowd cheers, but the cheers quickly turn to boos as "Back In The Saddle" by Sabastien Bach. The boos grow louder as Andrew walks out onto the stage, dressed in all black. He slowly makes his way down the ramp.]

Nelson: Oh, now what does he want?

Hart: Besides to rain on Johnny's speech? Maybe he wants to let everyone know how he dwells in the wastelands of the shadows of alienation?

Nelson: Cyberslam wasn't without it's bad moments, Andrew Phillips was taken to the limit by Chris Michaels, and after the match Andrew would return to the ring and powerbomb Chris Michaels onto the steps. We've been told that Chris Michaels will heal with time, but Andrew's actions are no less disturbing and reprehensible. And now he wants to come out and ruin this great moment!

[Andrew climbs the ring steps and slowly steps into the ring. His music cuts and the crowd boos him as he glares intensely at Johnny Serious. Serious shakes his head.]

Serious: Well? You're out here...say what you've got to say, Andrew.

[Andrew continues to glare, but doesn't lift his mic to speak.]

Serious: I get it, Andrew. Without Heretic here, you're SERIOUSLY lost, aren't you? Without someone to pull your strings, it must be really hard to think for yourself.

[Andrew still says nothing.]

Serious: I know you feel like your going to a funeral, Andrew, but face facts--this is a new age, and a new era in cWo. Omega is dead as dead can be, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it! Now cWo go thrive, without Omega's black cloud, and if you think--

[Serious is cut off when Andrew unleashes and nails him with The ConClusion! The crowd boos as Andrew stands up and stares blankly at Serious.]

Nelson: What was that all about!

Hart: Who knows what Andrew's thinking! I doubt he even knows it.

[Andrew walks over and picks up the cWo World Heavyweight Championship. He throws it over his shoulder and steps out of the ring as Serious tries to recover.]

Nelson: Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Andrew is leaving with the belt!

Hart: Don't yell at me about him!

Nelson: Someone has to stop him! Andrew just gave The ConClusion to Johnny Serious and now he's walking out with that new title belt!

[The crowd boos as Johnny Serious starts to come to his senses, but Andrew is already up the ramp and backstage before Johnny can realize what's happened. Serious slowly gets back to his feet and realizes the belt is missing--he rolls out of the ring and then charges up the ramp after Andrew.]

Nelson: Someone get security to stop Andrew Phillips! This is ridiculous!

Hart: More importantly, someone should tell Phillips that 1987 called!

Nelson: Oh shut up Hart! This is just heinous!

[Motley Crue's "Dr. Feelgood" hits the PA system. The song creates a buzz in the audience as Victor Emmit's name appears on the big screen followed by various clips of Victor Emmit's previous cWo run.]

DING DING DING

Dixon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

[Multi coloured lights shine around the arena as the intro passes. With a burst of energy Victor Emmit jumps out from the entrance way wearing purple sunglasses, a Diamond Head t-shirt, in his purple, green and yellow tie dye wrestling tights, and boots with flairs on them. He paces from left to right surveying the audience as he air guitars the theme song.]

Dixon: Entering the ring, weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds, hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia. Victoooooor Eeeeemmiiiiit!

[Victor Emmit flashes the horns as he strolls down the aisle.]

Nelson: Victor Emmit making his return tonight. He's a former cWo Tag Team Champion. He's tangled with the likes of Chazz Mendel, Andrew Phillips and the returned ASM, he's been around the block.

Hart: Do you smell that?

Nelson: Smell what?

Hart: It smells like a back alley by a high school.

Nelson: I'm not sure I follow.

Hart: C'mon Joel, aren't you fresh out of high school?

Nelson: I'm twenty six years old Robbie!

Hart: I'm talkin' wacky tobacky.

Nelson: We're on TV Robbie.

[Emmit, now in the ring, stands on the second rope as he holds both hands up in the metal horns formation, before stepping back down.]

Dixon: And his opponent, D.B.!

[D.B. is seen on camera striking a victorious pose, clenching his hands together and shaking them to the left and right of his head. Victor Emmit then sees fit to take the mic from Donna Dixon. Victor Emmit waits as his music dies down. He surveys the audience with enthusiasm before speaking.]

Emmit: Hellooooooooooo Bridgeport!

[The crowd pops at Victor Emmit's pandering.]

Emmit: Are you ready to rock?!

[The crowd maintains its excitement.]

Emmit: Are you ready to roll?!

[The crowd continues to cheer.]

Emmit: Are you ready to rock, and, rolllllllllahhh!

Hart: Oh man...

[Fans continue to cheer as Victor puts his hand to his ear.]

Emmit: I can't heeeaaaar you!

[Fans get a little louder.]

Emmit: I still can't hear you!

[Fans increase in volume. Victor's expression of playfulness looks to turn to disappointment.]

Emmit: Come on is that the best you got?

[Crowd enthusiasm lessens but as Emmit becomes further disappointed.]

Emmit: I'm not wrestling tonight. You people have no energy.

Nelson: What?

[The fans start to boo.]

Emmit: I asked for your best and I'm not feelin' it. I can still hear myself breathe.

[Emmit nods his head as he continues.]

Emmit: See 'cause this is how I operate. I either give it all, or nothin' at all, and if you can't give me everything you got, I'm not gonna give you people a thing. Now I'm gonna ask you one last time, are you ready to rock?

[Fans made up their minds as they continue to boo Victor Emmit. Emmit shrugs his shoulders sarcastically as he gently drops the mic to the mat.]

Nelson: So what, he's gonna just walk away?

Hart: He's sold out!

Nelson: This is not the Victor Emmit I remember.

[Referee Aaron Blake gets in Victor's face, wondering what his problem is. Victor again shrugs his shoulders as he's heard saying "I'm not feelin' it." A frustrated D.B. walks up to Victor, he grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around, on instinct Victor delivers a jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick.]

Nelson: Hey what the!?

Hart: Wow this guy's developed an attitude in his time off!

Nelson: What got into him! He used to be a respectful, real happy go lucky kind of guy, this isn't how you make a name for yourself in cWo.

Hart: I don't know Joel, people will remember this.

Nelson: Tony Awesome won't be happy with this that's for sure.

[As fans continue to jeer the returning rocker, "Dr. Feelgood" plays on the PA system once more as Victor makes a calm exit, shrugging off his responsibility as a performer.]

Nelson: Well my apologies to local wrestler D.B. This could have been a big match for the youngster.

Hart: Well maybe next time we come to Bridgeport. If we do come to Bridgeport, this shocking lack of energy might be a deal breaker.

Nelson: There's plenty of energy in this arena!

[Nelson pauses.]

Nelson: I'm being told we've got Tiffany Tolberg backstage with Andrew Phillips! Hopefully she gets to the bottom of this!

[The Camera cuts backstage to Andrew walking quickly towards the parking garage, his bags on one shoulder, the belt on the other. Tiffany Tolberg tries to catch up with him.]

Tiffany: Andrew? Andrew, what are you doing? Why are you taking the cWo World Title?...Andrew please, just a quick question! What is your problem with Johnny Serious? What is this all about!

[Andrew ignores her and walks over to his truck. He opens the dor and tosses his bag and the World Title in. He climbs in and shuts the door just as Johnny Serious run into the frame.]

Serious: Andrew! What are you doing! [Serious pounds on the door]. This isn't a game Andrew!

[Serious tries to open the door as the engine roars to live. The truck backs off and Johnny is forced to let go as the truck spins around and speeds off.]

Serious: Damn it!

Nelson: Andrew has left the arena with the cWo World Championship!

Hart: Jason Duran would have brought security with him! He doesn't mess around!

Nelson: Robbie, now's not the time for snarky commentary! Just when things were starting to look up for cWo, one of the last remnants of Omega commits another crime. Looks like Johnny Serious' war with Omega isn't quite over!

[Driven cuts back to ringside.]

[Lights begin to flash on the entrance way as an unfamiliar entrance theme begins to blast from the PA system. The lights stop and start with the opening lyrics]

“Where are the people that accused me?
The ones who beat me down and bruised me?
They hide just out of sight.
Can’t face me in the light.
They’ll return, but I’ll be stronger”

[Fireflight’s “Unbreakable” kicks into the chorus as from the entrance way emerges Lana Lexington. She struts down the aisle all smiles & waving to the fans.]

Nelson: Tonight feel like a new world to everyone! Especially to Lana Lexington.

Hart: I gotta admit, things do feel a little brighter around here and I can’t blame Lana Lexington for being all peppy tonight.

[Lana climbs into the ring and is handed a microphone. She looks around with a big smile, nodding and acknowledging all the cheers as the music fades]

Lana Lexington: What’s up, Bridgeport!

[Lana stops to listen to the crowd cheer back]

Lexington: Looks like you’re all feeling good tonight. So, am I! Cyberslam last Sunday, we all had a part in making history here and taking cWo back! I’m glad to see everyone in the back and out here looking happier and hopeful. I myself feel like this is a new day! Besides being victorious over Omega, I won my own personal battle last Sunday. This was a battle I fought for months. It wasn’t just a battle against Mad Maddie, but against everyone who discredited me and counted me out. I pulled out a big win on the biggest stage in our industry. You can bet that Lana Lexington is still in this game and I will continue working hard until I get my shot back! Nothing is going to stop me because I know…

AAAAAAAH!
SPLASH!

[The crowd errupts as The most epic entrance video ever plays and "Search and Destroy" by Iggy Pop begins. A wall of pyro goes off int he entrance ramp and when the smoke clears, Notorious JON steps out from behind the entrance curtain with his arms raised, he quickly drops his arms, prompting a flurry of pyrotechnics on either side of the ramp as he quickly walks to the ring. He climbs up onto the apron, puts his back against the ropes and raises his arm again, prompting intensifying the pop]

Nelson: It's Notorious JON!!! The five time World Champ is here!!!

Hart: What's he doing here? I mean, why interrupt Lana?

Nelson: We saw him congratulate Johnny Serious, but now it looks like he has something to say, and the fans seem happy to see him back!

Hart: Well, he had a pretty bad injury. Didn't look like we'd ever see him again.

[Lana sags her shoulders and looks bothered as Notorious JON climbs through the ropes and takes the mic.]

Notorious JON: You hear that, Lana? That's what we in the business call a pop. I'll admit you got a nice little one when you came out. People were like "yaay, she seems like a nice enough girl," and then cheered because you mentioned that we're right here in BRIDGEPORT CONNECTICUT! [the crowd cheers again.] But when you compare your reaction to mine... no way.

Nelson: What's he doing?

Hart: Pointing out that he got a bigger response than she did!

Nelson: Of course he did!

Notorious JON: So I've been on the sidelines for a while, and I've been watching. Well, I've been tivoing. And in between fast forwarding whatshisname and those other clowns, I saw you in action. Now, you have the skills, that's without question. You've got good genetics. But, for months, you dropped the ball again and again and again. I mean, you were on top of the world for a while, then you came crashing down. Look at someone like Jen Diamond, does that ever happen to her? No! She gets the job done. Your win at Cyberslam was nice, but that was all it was.. nice. Where's the flash, Lana? Where's the charisma? Where's the spectacle? Now there are tons of people in cWo who are just ok. And they're fine with being just ok. But not you! Just OK isn't good enough for my daughter!!!

Nelson: His daughter?!

Hart: That's what he said!!

Nelson: We knew she was Tony Awesome's neice, but we didn't know she was on THAT side of the family!

Notorious JON: That's right, Lana, I said it! Now you have to accept it! I know you didn't want me to have a hand in anything you do in cWo, but I've sat by long enough and watched you try to branch out on your own. And from what I've seen, I have to say, daughter... I am disappoint! You may not like it, Lanabear..

Lana: Dad! I told you not to call me...

Notorious JON: I'm speaking, young lady! You may not like it, but you're representing your family out here, and your family isn't mediocre, no matter what your mom and that creep she married-

Lana: His name is STEVE!

Notorious JON: I don't care what "Steve" says, you've got MY reputation to uphold, and you're not exactly keeping up with the gold standard! But don't worry, Lanabear, because I'm gonna help you. You and I have the same blood that flows through our veins, and that blood may be white and red blood cells, but there's tons of gold mixed in, and when mixed together, that combination forms the pure greatness that's in both of us! What we need to do is tap that greatness in you. I've been medically cleared to come back, so as of right now, I'm taking you under my wing! I'm gonna help you achieve your family destiny, and it's gonna start tonight!

Lana: Tonight? But-

Notorious JON: I talked to your uncle Tony and tonight you and I are going to face off against some hand picked mystery opponents in a tag team match!

Nelson: Not only is Notorious JON back, but he'll be in action with his daughter TONIGHT!

Hart: I can get behind this, actually.

Nelson: Wait, really?

Hart: Anything that makes Lana Lexington not painful to watch is fine by me!

Notorious JON: Sound good, Lanabear?

[Lana rolls her eyes.]

Lana: Fine. OK. I'll do it.

Notorious JON: Great! OK, now lesson number one!

[He drops the mic. "Search and Destroy" begins to play as Notorious JON poses for the crowd, now bringing on cheers, but a lot of confused silence.]

Nelson: Sounds like the fans are still digesting this one, it's not every day we have a cWo legend reveal one that he has a child in cWo, and then chew said child out in front of the entire world!

Hart: Kids these days don't listen! You need to tell them something in front of the whole world or they don't get it!

[Notorious JON poses for the crowd, bringing on some more cheers, the stops and motions for Lana to pose. She rolls her eyes, but then raises her arms in the air like she just finished a gymnastics set, brining on a nice reaction. Notorious JON shakes his head, then poses again, bending one leg forward and flexing for the crowd, bringing on another set of cheers. He gets out of the stance and then motions for her. She rolls her eyes again, then mimics the stance, bringing on some nice applause. Notorious JON claps for her. Then pats her on the shoulder. Lana looks embarrased as the two of them exit the ring and head to the back.]

Nelson: Well folks, later tonight we'll see these two in action!

[Commercial Break]

[TJ Walker sits at the catering table. He sits in front of a tray of food, with his cellphone next to it on the table. He takes a bite, then looks around the room, where he notices Lou V. Rictor sitting by himself. TJ Walks over to him.]

TJ: Excuse me..

Rictor: What?

TJ: Can you watch my stuff, bro? I just need to run to the can.

[Rictor looks back at the table.]

Rictor: Yeah, no problem/

TJ: Thanks, home skillit, b-r-b!

[As TJ walks away, Rictor gets to his feet and walks over to the table where TJ was sitting. He looks at the cellphone, then picks it up and flips it open.]

Rictor: Hmm....

[A cellphone on a desk in Thaddeus Walker's makeshift parlor vibrates and rings with "Hallelujah." Thaddeus runs over to it and flips it open.]

Thaddeus: Yes, God!

[He listens.]

Thaddeus: A young man in trouble! Questioning his manhood! What, he lost to a DAME?! Why of course, Lord, I'll guide him!

[Thaddeus flips the phone shut and runs out of the room, yelling]

Thaddeus: MIssion from God coming through!! Out of the way!

[The cameras come back from commercial break to the commentary booth.]

Nelson: Ladies and Gentlemen we're back, and if you've just joined us, a crime has been committed.

Hart: Oh stop being so dramatic!

Nelson: Robbie, please. Before the break we saw Andrew Phillips attack the newly crowned champion, Johnny Serious, and steal the coveted cWo World Heavyweight Championship belt. Andrew, in the ultimate act of cowardice, fled the scene without even so much as an explanation. But this commentator is certain that justice will be served, and the right will be wronged before things get, pardon the pun, too SERIOUS.

Hart: Yeah yeah Brokaw.

Nelson: I can't believe you. You've sat here just as long as I have and have seen what I've seen from Heretic and Omega! Heck, even longer! They drove your old broadcast partner over the brink! This doesn't make you the least bit frustrated?

Hart: Well of course, but I'm contractually obligated to be against everything you are for. You haven't noticed that yet?

Nelson: Yeah... yeah that's true... But as they say, the show must go on, and we've got plenty of Cyberslam rematches in store for you all here tonight! The first being a contest between Natalie Mercer and Evette! Let's hand it over to Donna Dixon for the official introductions!

[Suddenly, the Me First and the Gimme Gimme’s cover of “ I believe I can Fly” explodes and Natalie Mercer appears on the rampway. Mercer walks down the rampway somewhat reluctant but then starts high fiving people in the audience! She looks at the ring and then climbs up the steel stairs and hops over the rope as she gets a pretty good ovation.]

Hart: Well, here comes the loser!

Nelson: Hey, she came very close to winning at Cyberslam. She might have won if it wasn’t for Evette cheating!

Hart: She wasn’t cheating! No one can prove that!

Nelson: Except the video footage that had her putting her legs on the ropes.

Hart: She was just doing everyone a favor, she was just trying to end everyone’s bathroom break early, so no one had to see Mercer’s god awful style!

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 a pair of jeans 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 are obviously hate her.]

Nelson: It seems that Evette isn’t dressed for a wrestling match though. She came very close to losing maybe she doesn’t want to chance it!

Hart: Well, she is grabbing the microphone… she might be telling us why!

Evette: Thank you for such a warm welcome....thank you.

Nelson: I tell you, this woman....

Evette: Now, like most of you all, I was surprised to arrive here today to find out that the I was being forced to take part in a CYBERSLAM rematch with that thing over there...yeah, you girl. [pointing to Natalie]

Nelson: ...she is just too much....

Evette: Now I beat you fair and square.

Nelson: Fair and square is not how it happened.

Hart: I witnessed the same match Joel, Evette won an incredible womens match and you need to hush down and let Evette enjoy the moment.

Evette: But for some reason, the former cWo Women's Champion gets no voice or opinion here in this company as to whether I want to take part in such a rematch. So since I am being forced into this rematch, I am doing it with one stipulation. That tonight's match be a Bra and Panties Match!!!!!!!

Hart: Bra and Panties....now this is my kind of match!

[Natalie stares like a dear in headlights.]

Hart: Tell you one thing Joel, no matter who loses this match, every guys will be the winner!

Evette: So tonight, we will find out just what kind of woman you say you are!

[There is a considerable response from the men in the crowd. Mercer does not look very happy with this announcement, but nods and urges Evette to get in the ring.]

Nelson: Well, this match has set us back a year!

Hart: It’s great!

Nelson: It’s demeaning and not what this division is about.

Hart: Hey… someone needs to fill in the T and A and Evette and Natalie are my choice!

Nelson: But Evette is wearing jeans… those got to be a pain to get off.

[Evette slowly walks into the ring as Mercer is prepping herself and doing stretches.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: The two women circle around each other as Natalie was not prepared for this.

Hart: You’d think she would do better here because it is just ripping off clothes!

Nelson: Evette charges and starts working on pulling off Mercer’s top. I think, while a complete novice, she wants to be seen as an up and comer and not just eye candy.

Hart: But she is just eye candy! She just can’t wrestle!

Nelson: Mercer manages to get Evette from pulling at her shirt, but Evette sends her to the ropes. Once Mercer slingshots back, Evette throws her overhead and starts pulling up her shirt again! Mercer manages to pull up Evette from behind her and starts yanking at her shirt.

[Mercer circles behind her and starts to tug on her top. But Evette starts to yank Mercer’s hair. Finally, Evette manages to roll out of the way!]

Hart: Finally, a women’s wrestling match I can get behind!

Nelson: No wonder people think you are a sleeze! Mercer charges but Evette with a spinebuster and yet again goes for the top! Mercer squirms but Evette is too quick and manages to strip the top off her.

[Evette quickly throws the top aside while Mercer lay there in a red bra. Evette quickly goes to the trunks!]

Hart: That is amazing! Probably the best thing I’ve seen from Mercer since her start here.

Nelson: Well, it looks like Evette is looking to end this one early as she begins to tear off Mercer’s bottoms! Again, it needs to be pointed out that Mercer was not expecting this match, so it is taking her by surprise!

Hart: Like that makes a difference, she sucks!

[Right as Robbie says that, Mercer performs the NEGROFLIP and the process pulls off Evette’s top revealing a leopard top!]

Hart: MORE CLEAVAGE!

Nelson: As I was going to say, Mercer is improving quite a bit! She could get her first win tonight. But I’m not sure if there is pride in that first win being in a “fluff” match!

[Evette looks shocked that she was even able to get the top off. An unraged Evette grabs Mercer by the hair and performs a hair toss!]

Nelson: Evette pulls on the trunks again but Mercer kicks her off and then charges with a few slaps, followed by a kick to the gut. Mercer then with an… impressive, if not flawed, double leg takedown. Natalie wastes no time in trying to unbutton Evette’s jeans!

Hart: That is my favorite sentence in the history of cWo!

Nelson: Evette kicks Mercer off and then nails her with a takedown clothesline! Once again she goes for the trunks of Mercer! Those must be easier to get off then a pair of jeans!

Hart: Thank God! So… which one do you think is hotter?

Nelson: That shouldn’t matter, but I think Mercer has the better personality! Unfortunately, Evette looks to be inching those trunks off!

Hart: I think she is wearing a thong.

Nelson: *sigh… Mercer tries to flip Evette off but Evette reverses it and turns it into a Boston Crab!... Uh oh that is not a good position for Mercer!

[With Mercer in crab position, Evette pulls off her wrestling trunks revealing a red thong!]

DING DING DING

Hart: Wow… Mercer has never looked any better!

Donna Dixon: And here is your winner: EVETTE!

[Evette quickly slides out of the ring, leaving an upset unclothed Mercer in the ring. She doesn’t try to cover up but she doesn’t look to be in good spirits.

Nelson: Well, she doesn’t seem embarrassed, but she doesn’t seem happy that she didn’t get the “re-match” she wanted!

Hart: But it was the match I wanted!

[Evette taunts Mercer on the rampway as Natalie looks on while some of the crowd hoots and hollers for the free strip show they just got.]

[Chastity McGavin is seen walking down the hallway with her Women’s title strapped around her waist. Suddenly, Jason Duran runs up to her.]

Duran: Chastity… Chastity… can I have a few words about your title win?

[Chastity looks down at her belt and then looks straight at the camera.]

McGavin: Anytime! Anywhere! Anyone!

[Chastity then walks away with the title around her waist.]

[Suddenly, as we return from backstage, we hear the familiar song of "The Stroke" by Billy Squire begin to play over the P.A. system as Mike Logan emerges from behind the curtain with Mary-Joe Wolf in one arm and Sabrina Swallows following closely behind Mike Logan. Mike Logan struts to the ring more arrogantly than before to loud chorus of boos as he holds his United States title high in the air and cups his hand to his ear as the fans boo him even louder. He then climbs on the ring apron and gyrates his hips and thrusts his pelvis at the crowd before he steps in the ring and takes the microphone from Donna Dixon with Mary-Joe Wolf and Sabrina Swallows to his left side and right side]

Nelson: Ugh, this is almost as sickening of a sight as when Omega held most of the major titles to see Mike Logan with championship gold...

Hart: Oh, come off of it, Nelson! Mike Logan won that belt fair and square...

Nelson: I'm sure Sean Pason would beg to differ.

[Just then, Mike Logan holds the microphone to his mouth and starts to speak, but is interrupted by a chorus of "LO-GAN SUCKS! LO-GAN SUCKS!". Looking mildly irritated, Mike Logan then begins to speak]

Logan: You know, I might take your silly little insults toward me a little more seriously if your welfare checks weren't paying my salary.

[The crowd boos even louder at this point]

Logan: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted... your new United States champion has paid a lot of dues and had to work really hard to earn his title. And you know something? Since I've had to bust my a** to win this belt, I don't think I should have to defend this belt unless I absolutely have to. You see, I've already put in the hard work to win this belt. so why should I risk an injury by ever defending this belt? Why should I give you people the privilege of seeing "The Loga-Conda" in action when I get nothing but disrespect from you people?

[The boos are raining down on Mike Logan at this point]

Logan: You see, Mike Logan has better things to do than defend this title. He'd rather give Mary-Joe Wolf some of his signature "yogurt" because she's hurtin' for a squirtin' right about now, so if you people don't mind, I'm just gonna take my leave now and head back to the...

[Just then, “Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva begins to play throughout the arena. The fans cheer loudly as Muru steps out onto the ramp with a microphone in his hand. He makes his way to the ring and slides in. He raises his hands to the air and the crowd gives its approval as his music dies down]

Logan: Now, now, Muru... let's not be too hasty here. You don't wanna do something you'll regret…

Muru: Don’t worry Mike…I am not going to hurt you. Especially not in front of your lady friends. But I was in the back and I heard you didn’t feel you had to defend the US title. You don’t think its worth getting hurt over? I take offense to that. I have wrestled hurt and beat up for less because the fans deserve it. What I am trying to say is, if you don’t want to defend that belt your carrying or give it the respect it deserves I am more then willing to take it off of your hands. But if you want to hide behind it and are to afraid to face me then we have ourselves another problem. You will be hard pressed to find another man who deserves a title shot more then I do…

[Clutch's "Electric Worry" plays as Devon Dice makes his way onto the stage with a microphone and enters the ring.]

Devon Dice: First off, I'd like to say that you are never a true champion until you successfully defend your title. Your dues and journey to it mean jack! And secondly, I was victorious at Cyberslam over a pretty big name in Chandler Dalmon, which is reason enough for me to get the first crack at the title. And in case you've forgotten, I am the Lord of Punishment! I deserve this shot!

Muru: Well Dice, it looks like we both want a title shot. This is quite a dilemma.

Dice: That it is Moo. But I have no problem sharing the beating of Mike Logan with you. So how about we do a triple threat match right here tonight?

[Logan tries to interrupt]

Muru: That sounds good to me.

Nelson: We are going to have triple threat match for the US title here tonight! Logan went from not wanting to defend the title to having to face two of the best cWo has to offer.

Hart: He hasn’t accepted the challenge Joel, and why should he? Dice and Muru are just trying to steal his spotlight much like they did at Cyberslam when they made there way to the ring to celebrate with Johnny Serious.

Nelson: Didn’t you go to the ring…

Hart: That is different!

[Muru and Dice are talking amongst themselves and Logan finally is able to get a word in]

Logan: You boys done wasting The Canadian Gigolo's time? Well, while I appreciate you two wanting a piece of me... I'm not gonna give these fans the satisfaction of watching their hero get hurt tonight, so I'll tell you what I'll do. Next week, you two battle it out and we'll see who wins because I promise I'll face the winner at the next pay-per-view, Scout's honor, boys! Now if you'll excuse me, Mary-Joe's craving "vanilla sausage", if you catch my drift, so I must take my leave now.

[“The Stroke” by Billy Squire begins to play as Logan exit’s the ring and makes his way to the back with Mary Jo and Sabrina by his side. In the ring Muru and Dice shake hands and nod in agreement about the proposed number one contenders match]

Hart: See I told you we weren’t going to see Logan wrestle tonight. He just outsmarted both Dice and Muru. They wanted a title shot and all they got was a match next week against each other. I love it!

Nelson: But the winner gets to face Logan…

Hart: Yeah but what shape will they be in after giving it their all to get there?

Nelson: That remains to be seen Robbie.

[The Cameras cut back to the announce table.]

Nelson: Folks! Still plenty of action coming your way! And let us remind you about our inaugural broadcast of cWo: Deep South coming to you this Saturday night! Check your local listings for showtimes! But right now Robbie, we've got a real treat for the wrestling fans across the world. We've got the in-ring return of one of my all time favourite wrestlers to watch growing up, Notorious JON! He'll be teaming with his daughter, Lana Lexington to take on two as of yet unnamed opponents! Robbie, I'm excited!

Hart: As much as I want to agree with you, I just can't! He's old! And I'm talking Chris Michaels old! He hung it up a year ago, and he should have stayed hung up! I don't understand it!

Nelson: You're unbelievable.

Dixon: The following contest is set for one fall..

DO
YOU
HEAR
THE
DUKE?!!

[The Duke's theme music begins to play as he struts out from behind the entrance ramp and raises both eyebrows to the crowd. He then turns around and motions, and DUI steps out from behind the curtain.]

Dixon: Introducing first, the team of DUI and The Duke!

[The Duke and DUI step into the ring amid almost no crowd reaction.]

AAAAAAH
SPLASH!

[The most epic entrance video ever plays and "Search and Destroy" by Iggy Pop begins to play and a wall of pyro shoots up in front of the entrance. When the smoke clears, the crowd can't help but cheer as Notorious JON steps out dressed in his ring atire. He wears reflective gold leather pants, and a long gold sleeveless robe. He turns around and points with both thumbs to the silver "NJ" on the back of the robe. He them dramatically points to the curtain as pyros shoot up from both sides of the ramp and Lana Lexington steps out, dressed almost indentically as Notorious JON. She does the same routine he did, turning and pointing out the silver "L" on the back of her robe, then they move towards the ring.]

Nelson: Well this certainly is a big introduction!

Hart: Lana's learning, look at her, she looks better already!

[Notorious JON holds the ropes to Lana can enter, then he enters himself. He stands in the middle of the ring, slides the robe off, and poses and flexes for the crowd.]

Hart: He looks like he's been keeping active.

Nelson: He looks llike he packed on some lean muscle, obviously working out that injured knee had an effect all around.

[NJ motions to Lana, who shakes her head. He motions to her again. She sighs and does the same routine, dropping off the robe and posing. The crowd gives her a nice ovation. Notorious JON shakes his head, unsatisfied with the crowd reaction, then goes to climb out of the ring.]

Nelson: It looks like this one is finally under way, as Lana will start this one off against DUI!

DING DING DING!

[Out of the gate, Lana charges and nails DUI with a dropkick, sending the drunken cop to the canvas! Lana delivers an elbow drop that connects. She goes for another one but DUI rolls out of the way. She uses the ropes to get back to her feet. She gets half way as Lana pulls her up the rest of the way and swings her into the ropes. DUI ducks a clothesline and sends a kick towards Lana, who catches it and yanks DUI towards her. She follows with a clothesline then flows with her motions into a standing moonsault right on DUI! The crowd gives a nice pop for her acrobatics!]

Nelson: Well Lana already on top here, and the crowd's behind her.

Hart: Yeah, but her Dad doesn't look too impressed!

[She pulls DUI to her feet and gives her a chop across the chest, and another. She grabs DUI and flings her hard into the turnbuckle! Lana jumps up, pulling herself up on DUI, and executes a perfect monkey flip, sending DUI crashing into the center of the ring! Lana comes off the ropes and leaps for a running splash, but DUI is able to get her knee up! Lana crumbles to the ground, holding her stomach. Notorious JON pounds the turnbuckle in frustration!]

Hart: See, another rookie mistake!

Nelson; I'll admit she does seem to make quite a few mistakes in there.

[DUI crawls to the corner and tags The Duke. As the Duke enters the ring, he's sent down hard by a huge running lariat from Notorious JON!]

Nelson: This is not an intergender match, remember, so the members of opposite genders can't face each other.

Hart: Look at you Mr. Biology. "Genders."

Nelson: What?

Hart: Just say girls fight girls guys fight guys! We don't need a Joel Nelson the Science Guy explaination!

[As The Duke gets to his feet, the crowd cheers and flashbulbs go off as Notorious JON over-dramatically awaits him.]

Nelson: Well, the fans are acknowledging this huge moment in cWo. In fact, I've never called one of his matches, this is huge for me!

Hart: Suck up!

[The Duke gets to his feet and the two lock up. The Duke stuns Notorious JON with a head butt, then bounces off the ropes, but it caught amd thrown to the mat with a hiptoss!! He gets to his feet and charges again, only to be caught with another hiptoss! The Duke is quickly back to his feet. He bounces off the ropes again, Notorious JON drops onto his stomach and the Duke jumps over him. The Duke bounces off the other ropes, Notorious JON jumps to his feet and gives the Duke a big boot! The Duke drops and Notorious JON points to the crowd, bringing on cheers, then points to Lana!]

Hart: He's showing his daughter how it's done!

[Notorious JON pulls the Duke to his feet, then grabs his arm and twists it. The Duke winces and bengs over as Notorious JON motions to the crowd again, then delivers a huge forearm strike to the back of the Duke, dropping him to his knees! He bounces off the ropes and delivers a running axehandle on The Duke, sending him down. He motions to the crowd again, then lifts The Duke up and drives him down with a scoop slam! He pulls the Duke up and gives him another scoop slam! He plays to the crowd again, getting them riled up as he bounces off the ropes and misses with a running legdrop as The Duke rolls out of the way!]

Nelson: And The Duke is just able to roll out of the way there! He made the same mistake Lana did!

Hart: Yeah but he's earned the right to make mistakes!

[Both men get to their feet and exchange chops to the chest. Notorious JON connects with a big forearm strike that staggers The Duke. He whips The Duke hard into the corner, then climbs up and starts hammering him with punches as the crowd counts along.]

ONE

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THREE

FOUR

FIVE

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SEVEN

[He climbs down. The Duke staggers out of the corner, then falls on his face! Notorious JON goes to pull him up, but the Duke catches him with a back elbow to the face. Notorious JON covers his face and lets go of The Duke, allowing him to bounce off the ropes and nail a facebuster that sends both men down.]

Nelson: Well, desperation worked for The Duke here, and both men need to tag in their partners here!

[Lana and DUI both stretch and hold out their hands as Notorious JON and The Duke roll onto their knees. Lana pounds the rope, getting the crowd to cheer in support as Notorious JON gets to his feet and begins to stagger to her. In desperation, The Duke charges him and slides head first into the back of his knee. Notorious JON quickly jumps to his feet and starts screaming at The Duke.]

NJ: DON'T GO AFTER MY GOD DAMN KNEE!!!

[The Duke stands up and puts out his hands, apologetic, but Notorious JON is furious and keeps yelling at him.]

Nelson: Looks like Notorious JON is still cautious of his injured knee.

Hartl: You think?

Nelson: I don't think The Duke meant to try to injure him, it was just in the heat of the fight!

Hart: The Duke will do anything to win, Joel, we've seen that through his long and storied career!

[Notorious JON continues to scream at The Duke, then shoves him hard. The Duke shoves back, and Notorious JON answers with a huge close fisted punch that catches The Duke right on the chin. The Duke drops, and Notorious JON climbs onto him, hammering away with closed fists!]

Nelson: Uh oh, this one's gotten out of hand.. those are closed fists right to the unprotected face of The Duke!

[Referee Aaron Blank tries to pull NJ off, but NJ just shoves him off. Lana and DUI quickly run into the ring and both grab his arms, trying to seperate him from The Duke, who's now bleeding from the nose.]

Nelson: The Duke looks to have a broken nose, and the referee is just gonna have to stop this one.

DING DING DING

[Lana is finally able to pull Notorious JON over and off of The Duke. He gets back to his feet and continues to jaw at the injured Duke, who holds his hands over his nose.]

Notorious JON: Not my knee, not my f*cking knee!!

[He turns and storms out of the ring. Lana, embarassed and shocked, stands in the middle of the ring. She then drops to her knees and attends to The Duke.]

Nelson: Well, this was not the re-debut I think Notorious JON wanted.

Hart: He was on the sidelines for a year! I'm ashamed of the Duke! He let all the hundreds.. and HUNDREDS of his fans down with that cheap shot!

Nelson: Whether he tried to do it intentionally or not doesn't take away from the fact that I don't think Lana learned much from this match tonight.

Hart: Give it time, she will!

[Commercial Break]

[The camera focuses on The ChED in his locker room slamming his gym bag over the bench. He begins to talk without even looking at the camera!]

The ChED: I know what you are expecting! You are all expecting me to just blow off my loss as a fluke. Your expecting me to say something eccentric that’ll be worth a laugh. You are expecting me to be all smiles like I usually I am. Well, I am done smiling. I am just pissed off all to hell now!

[He looks at the camera with a strict face!]

The ChED: All I ever wanted was to enlighten the masses. I just wanted to educate you and the rest of the cWo roster. And for the longest time, you all rejected it. That was no problem, I knew it was going to be a struggle. But, I just got tired! Tired of reaching out and being treated as the joke of cWo. I was the joke while we had a grown man prancing around as a cow! That is ridiculous. I was the misfit… I was the one that didn’t belong.

[He goes back to putting things in his bag.]

The ChED: Then I thought the problem was this company, so I joined with people I thought had the same goals I did. We were dedicated to bring down this company. But you know what? They didn’t listen either. They didn’t hear what I had to say. They treated me just like everyone else. NOTHINIG CHANGED! Nobody gave me the respect I deserved there either. I was just told I didn’t belong and I didn’t fit in with their plans when it was the other way around. I WAS JUST TOO DEEP FOR THEM! This is the reason why Dice beat me. Had I not been tied down to expectations of a failed cause, I would have won. And once more, I couldn’t go anywhere without SOMEONE, either Omega, fans, critics, or anyone telling me who or what I should be! Like my destiny is a democracy! I never asked for anyone’s bad advice, so I don’t know why people felt it was their job to make who they thought I should be!

[He then takes a towel and throws it down ontop of his bag.]

The ChED: Now I hear that Muru and Devon Dice feel it’s “their time.” They feel that exploiting my downfall will get them to the big time. I tried saving everyone from that fate. I tried saving everyone from a cWo where those two were on top. But you know what… you deserve all deserve eachother. You all deserve Devon Dice and Muru as your champions and heroes. God knows you don’t deserve me.

[He zips up the bag and then looks right into the camera.]

The ChED: So… I’m done. I gave this place the best year of my life and all it did was suck the life out me! There is no more happy go lucky Chandler Edsel Dalmon! cWo, it’s roster and it’s fans took that away from me. Why be at a place where I am not happy or making a difference? Or better yet, making differences but not getting any credit for it? You want me to quit… fine I quit! I’m throwing in the towel, crushing my little cup with a hole in it, and taking my ball and going home. I am going to collect all of those past checks this place owes me then go home and collect more every week either until my contract expires or until Tony Awesome fires my ass. So enjoy the cWo! Please enjoy the cWo you earned! Enjoy long prattling pompus spiels from CBK! Enjoy the self deprecating and self loathing Muru! Enjoy cheering on women who are only special because they are women! And please oh please enjoy hearing “Are you Serious!” three hundred times a damn show because God knows we are not already tired of it and now that he is champion. And Finally I hope you enjoy choking on your own ignorance.

[Chandler takes his gym bag and thows it over his shoulder and walks away as the cameras fade to the announce team.]

Nelson: Ladies and Gentleman, welcome back to Driven. Those were some rather poignant words coming from Chandler Edsel Dalmon.

Hart: They sure were.

Nelson: Whether or not I agree with those statements are another matter.

Hart: And I will reserve judgement until you figure it out so I can disagree!

Nelson: I figured as much... But next up, we've got a battle of the big men! Ron Wilkins is taking on Mac Johnson. Now Robbie, these two have had made some quick history here in cWo. At Cyberslam they fell victim to Thaddeus Walker via a beatdown by a returning ASM. Wilkins has never been beaten in singles competition. And Mac Johnson has shown quite a mean streak since shedding his skin if you will, ridding himself of the mac machine moniker. Who do you have coming out of this one?

Hart: Well to be perfectly honest, I like the big guy!

Nelson: Who? Wilkins or Johnson? They're both mammoths of men.

Hart: Eh, it'll be a tough call, so I'll keep it vague until just the right moment.

Nelson: Alright! Let's go down to Donna Dixon and the offical ring introductions!

Dixon: The next contest is a triple threat match. Introducing first, weighing in at 300 pounds from Woodland Park, New Jersey. Mac Johnson!

[No music plays as Mac Johnson walks to the ring in generic black tights.]

Hart: First the man trying to break a losing streak from the state famous for producing losers, we’ve got Mac Johnson walking to his date with the fraud from Florida!

Dixon: Introducing next, weighing in at over 400 pounds, from Daytona Beach, Florida. Ron "The Grim Reaper" Wilkins!

[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 out to the ring flexing his muscles.]

Nelson: That is an impressive physique however he got it. I think ASM will be finding he picked himself one hell of a fight with either of these men.

Hart: We’re still not sure what the situation is with that or who the intended target of that attack was but I don’t care as long as I get to see some chemically enhanced mayhem.

[Nelson looks like he’s about to reply but the ring shakes as Wilkins and Mac collide with each other in the center of it. Mac gets a quick advantage by ducking under Wilkins arm and using his feet to trip Wilkins forward. Wilkins rolls forward, shrugging Mac off his shoulders in the process, gets to his feet and rushes Mac tackling him to the ground.]

Hart: And what looks like some actual wrestling skill here in a big man match!

[Mac bench presses Wilkins off to the side and the two men instantly rise to their feet again and begin circling each other ready to attack.]

Nelson: We’ve got two men with experience wrestling each other the last two weeks trying to find some kind of opening now that there isn’t much they don’t know about each other.

[Wilkins suddenly drops to a knee, slides in on Mac before he can react and lifts him up over his shoulder but before he can bring him down in a slam Mac delivers a blow to the side of his opponents head causing Wilkins to drop him to his feet. Mac charges in on Wilkins who barely side steps a clothesline and as Mac comes back off the ropes Wilkins delivers a boot to the face of Mac that drops him instantly.]

Nelson: And these two are doing simple but effective damage to each other in the ring!

Hart: Simple damage for simple men!

[Mac doesn’t let it phase him as he swings his arms in a hammer punch and chops Wilkins legs out from under him. Wilkins crashes to the mat and Mac pounces on him pressing his forearm against Wilkins neck causing him to flail around on his back.]

Nelson: These two men are really going at it here! Looks like Wilkins has regained the upper hand as he bench presses Mac off of him and rushes back to his feet! These two aren’t pulling any punches tonight!

[The two behemoths rush into each other but this time Mac ducks under Wilkins’ arms, spins behind him, and delivers a massive German Suplex!]

Hart: And it looks like Mac Johnson might have knocked the wind out of himself bringing down this four hundred-pounder with that German Suplex!

Nelson: Both of these men are slightly shaken up but are getting back to their feet quickly!

[The two men circle each other once again and begin trading blows to the head in the center of the ring. After several exchanges both men stagger back before refocusing their energies on each other.]

Hart: It really seems like Wilkins strength is being neutralized by Mac Johnson here. He can’t simply overwhelm this man like he did his first few opponents.

Nelson: You simply can’t discount his pure size though. That’s one of those things you just can’t teach!

Hart: It’s something you sure could buy though!

[Wilkins moves in quickly and delivers a backhand chop to Johnson’s chest before lifting him off his feet in a crushing bear hug.]

Nelson: Wilkins is looking to squeeze the life out of Mac Johnson and finish the fight right here!

Hart: Mac Johnson is flailing his arms and legs in the middle of the ring as all the breath is being pushed right out of him! I don’t see anyway out of this!

[Oxygen deprivation turns to desperation as Mac Johnson starts driving his elbow into The Grim Reapers temple, forcing the action towards the ropes where he is finally able to hook his ankle around them.]

Hart: And Wilkins shows his frustration by driving Mac Johnson into the mat!

[Wilkins delivers a quick kick to the ribs of Mac before dragging him up to his feet by his throat and then delivers a thunderous chokeslam inside the ring.]

Nelson: That’s got to be it right there! Wilkins smiles and looks like he’s about to go for the cover…

[With the action still going on in the ring, the lights begin to dim. “Coming Undone” by Korn begins to crank throughout the arena.]

Hart: Not again!

[ASM appears at the top of the ramp staring down Wilkins with microphone in hand.]

ASM: I’ve had just about enough of this pathetic match. I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing interrupting you’re match at CyberSlam and once again this week? It’s simple really. I tuned into Driven a few weeks back and saw this joke walking around dominating smaller guys thinking he owned the place. WILKINS!!! Your little run of terror has just hit a snag.

[The fans erupt and begin to chant A-S-M, A-S-M.]

Nelson: It sounds like the fans want to see the two big men go at it.

Hart: I don’t think we have a ring big enough for these two galoots.

Nelson: Better not let them hear you talk like that.

Hart: …..Forgot I was still on air….

ASM: CyberSlam……haha….that was just the beginning for you. You don’t have any idea as to what extent I will go. Ask anyone who knows anything about me.

Hart: Ain’t that the truth. He runs around with an ax half the time! We’re going to have to install metal detectors in order to keep my mind at ease now that he’s back.

ASM: I can tell you idolize me, Wilkins. I can see it in your eyes. But, I’m not about to let just another big idiot run around here and TRY to act like me. This is MY organization to terrorize. I’ve put “giants” down before and if you got the stones, I’ll do it again.

[Wilkins shakes his head in agreement.]

Nelson: It looks like Wilkins is game.

Hart: Well, you don’t see many 400 pounders who will shy away from a fight. I don’t think he really knows what he’s getting himself into, though.

[ASM begins to laugh sadistically. He smiles at Wilkins and gives him a wink. With that, Wilkins climbs out of the ring and charges up the ramp to meet ASM face to face.]

Nelson: Wilkins is rushing up the ramp to meet ASM as the referee begins his ten-count and Mac Johnson begins to stir in the ring!

Hart: This idiot is going to lose a match because he can’t keep his focus on one opponent!

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[Wilkins and ASM come face-to-face at the top of the ramp and begin jawing back and forth. Wilkins thrusts both arms out as hard as he can and shoves ASM who stumbles backwards before looking at Wilkins with a smile on his face.]

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SIX

Hart: ASM looks like he was just itching for that and this thing is about to explode!

[The two giants begin trading blows at the top of the ramp as the referee’s count reaches ten and the bell rings and Mac Johnson is declared the winner by count out.]

Nelson: Wilkins is looking back at the ring in disbelief and you have to wonder if this young wrestler even knew if that was a rule!

Hart: He might’ve just made a fatal mistake by turning his back on that psycho he’s sharing the stage with!

[ASM spins The Grim Reaper around delivers a boot to the stomach and plants him head first on the steel of the stage with a vicious DDT.]

Nelson: ASM just knocked Ron Wilkins out cold and now he’s standing over him laughing!

Hart: I told you the big guy would win! ASM just cleaned Ron Wilkins out! He was my pick all along!

Nelson: Somehow I doubt that!

Hart: You, and everybody else in the world! But I know my gut! And she never lies!

[ASM walks off as cameras go backstage.]

[Backstage we see Barrett Hawk, crouched down towards the floor as he laces up his boots, another set of feet appear on the screen, as Hawk finishes tying up he stands to face the man standing in front of him. We see Giant Maxx wearing an unbuttoned tuxedo.]

Hawk: Maxx! Brother am I happy to see you.

Maxx: HAWK!

[Maxx gives Hawk a giant hug. Hawk responds with a nice pat on the back before he starts to look pained by the tight grip of Maxx.]

Hawk: Maxx..Maxx! Take it easy buddy, you're killin' me!

[Maxx relinquishes the hold.]

Maxx: Ah'm sorry... just happy to see ya, Hawk!

Hawk: Nothin' to be sorry about. What're you all dressed up for?

Maxx: Ah'm a' workin' fer Mr. Rich!

[Hawk laughs.]

Hawk: No you're not.

Maxx: No, no, no... Ah am! Ah won da battle royal... so ah'm workin' fer Mr. Rich now like he promised me!

Hawk: No Maxx.

Maxx: YES! I won fair and square!

Hawk: Maxx, stop it, sit down.

Maxx: But I won the-

Hawk: Sit down Maxx.

[Hawk puts his hands on Maxx's shoulders, sitting him down on a bench.]

Hawk: Now I'm tellin' you for the last time. Mr. Rich ain't your friend.

Maxx: B-b-but he told me-

Hawk: No Maxx, listen. There was no battle royal. See Rich knew those men were dangerous. He wanted them to hurt you.

Maxx: But why?

Hawk: I dunno Maxx.

Maxx: What did I do to him? I gotta make it better!

Hawk: You done nothin' wrong Maxx. Absolutely nothin', wrong you hear me?

[Maxx becomes irate. Gradually building to heavy nostril breathing as his lip quivers.]

Hawk: Maxx? Maxx...my God you look like you're about to kill somebody.

[Maxx doesn't respond. He just breathes heavily and looks entranced.]

Hawk: I want you to stay back here. I'm gonna go out there Maxx and I'm gonna make him sorry, I swear to you. But no matter what happens. You stay right, here. You got that?

[Maxx just continues to stare.]

Hawk: MAXX. Are you stay here?

[Maxx begrudgingly nods his head.]

Hawk: I'm gonna go. When I come back you'll feel a whole lot better.

[Hawk walks out of the room as Driven heads to it's final commercial break.]

[Commercial Break]

DING DING DING

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

[Lynyrd Skynyd's "Simple Man" begins to play on the PA system as the fans cheer in anticipation of Barrett Hawk. The intro passes as Hawk makes a solemn pace down the aisle.]

Benson: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. Hailing from Sulphur, Oklahoma. Barreeeeeett Hawk!

[Fans cheer as Hawk continues down the aisle, slapping hands with select fans along the way.]

Nelson: This match, another in tonight's series of Cyberslam rematches as Mr. Hawk is scheduled to face off against Mr. Rich.

Hart: Hawk looks like he just watched Schindler's List! He's about to blubber like a baby!

Nelson: Hawk definitely looks like something's weighing on his conscience.

[Hawk enters the ring using the steel steps.]

Nelson: It had to be emotionally troubling for Hawk to look at Giant Maxx, who's almost become something like a son to him and say "the man you think is your friend wants to hurt you."

[Takes to his corner, gesturing his love to the audience as he awaits his opponent. Then Pink Floyd's "Money" hits the PA system. Fans boo the expected arrival of Mr. Rich. As the intro passes Mr. Rich makes his way out arm in arm with Evette, who's wearing the same blue jeans and t-shirt from her bra and panties match against Natalie Mercer.]

Benson: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and fifty four pounds, he hails from New York City. Mr. Rich!

[Mr. Rich looks down the aisle at Barrett Hawk with a smile on his face.]

Nelson: He certainly looking proud of himself.

[Mr. Rich casts his left arm to the side, as he provides the right of way to Mike Logan, Sabrina Swallows and Mary-Joe Wolf, who make their way out to the stage as boos intensify.]

Nelson: That would explain the smile on his face.

Hart: I can explain it. Evette, and lots of money.

Nelson: If I were as cowardly as Mr. Rich was last Sunday no amount of money or women in the world would bring my esteem back.

[Mr. Rich rolls under the bottom rope and takes his stand as he looks across the ring to Barrett Hawk.]

Nelson: For those who missed Cyberslam, in the midst of action Mr. Rich wanted the match over so badly he would pull Hawk on top of him, trying to get himself pinned!

Hart: Maybe Rich should come here and tell you how to do your job!

Nelson: I get enough of that from Pilchard.

[Fans are abuzz as referee Johnny Williams calls for the bell.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: Here we go. Mr. Rich still sporting a big grin on his face. Heaven knows what's going on in there.

Hart: It's confidence.

Nelson: I'd like to know what he has planned.

[Mr. Rich grins as he meets Barrett Hawk in the middle of the ring, they stare each other in the eyes.]

Nelson: Mr. Rich just laughing in his face, just a disrespectful attitude.

Hart: Just relax Robbie!

[Barrett Hawk slaps Mr. Rich in the face, quickly removing the smile. Mr. Rich tries swinging a right hand in retalliation, but Barrett ducks and responds with a right of his own which floors him.]

Nelson: Hawk starting off with a bang with a wild right hand!

[Hawk mounts Mr. Rich, delivering further right hands. Rich shields himself as much as he can.]

Nelson: And the rights just keep coming!

[Hawk then starts swinging lefts and rights as the crowd goes wild.]

Hart: That's a fifty year old man!

Nelson: Well he behaves like a twelve year old.

[Johnny Williams counts to four when Hawk gets up to his feet, he pulls his hands towards his chest as he shouts "GET UP!"]

Nelson: This isn't just a Cyberslam rematch but a Cyberslam flashback!

[Mr. Rich gets to his feet, as Hawk takes him down with a right hand.]

Hart: Look at those fists Williams!

[As Mr. Rich gets back ot his feet, Barrett Hawk drives a bionic elbow into the top of his head, with his left hand he holds Rich's head in place as he delivers three more, Rich falls down and rolls out of the ring.]

Nelson: Rich needs a breather after that, perhaps he's biting off more than he can chew.

Hart: No way. No way, Mr. Rich asked for this match for a reason. This is to teach Barrett Hawk some respect and I know Mr. Rich will change Hawk's tune by the end of this match.

[Mr. Rich confers with his friend Mike Logan.]

Nelson: Maybe if Rich's goons do something about it.

Hart: Hey Mr. Rich is a very accomplished wrestler!

[Hawk then rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, as Mr. Rich and Mike Logan both stop as they brace themselves for his attack. Barrett aggressively shoves Logan by the chest, sending Logan backwards and tumbling over the guard rail.]

Hart: Hey!

Nelson: Mr. Rich getting singled out!

[Rich begs off Barrett Hawk, pleading for some sympathy but Hawk kicks Rich in the gut.]

Nelson: Hawk looking to take this back in the ring.

[Hawk rolls Rich into the ring. Mr. Rich rolls in and gets up to his knees, grabbing Johnny Williams' shirt by the collar, directing his attention away from Hawk.]

Nelson: Wait a minute.

[As Hawk follows after Rich in the ring, Mike Logan quickly grabs Hawk by the tights and throws him back first into the steel steps.]

Nelson: Come on! Mike Logan just pushed Hawk into the steel steps behind referee Johnny Williams' back!

[Mr. Rich rolls under the bottom rope again, as Mike Logan tries to look innocent. Williams bickers with Logan trying to figure out what happened while Mr. Rich throws Hawk back into the ring.]

Hart: Come on Robbie, you mess with a United States Champion of course you're gonna get backlash, it's pride.

Nelson: I think Mike Logan was just looking for a reason.

Hart: There's no way you're blaming Logan, he was pushed!

[Mr. Rich wedges Hawk's arm behind his back in a seated position, placing him in a seated hammerlock.]

Nelson: Put yourself in Hawk's shoes. Some of cWo's finest crooks surrounding the ring, Mike Logan, Mary-Joe Wolf, Evette.

Hart: Supporting their friend Mr. Rich!

Nelson: This whole thing just stinks.

Hart: C'mon Robbie! Johnny Serious defeated Heretic, Omega's finished, cWo lives on, and we're watching a Cyberslam match on free TV! Lighten up!

[In a struggle, Hawk reaches behind himself with his left arm, trying to push Rich off his back.]

Nelson: Well Hawk is trapped in a hammerlock.

Hart: R-A-S-S-L-I-N this is wrestling Joel.

Nelson: Wrestling one oh one. Just a shame how we got to this point.

[With his feet on the ground, and his left arm reached behind Rich's neck, Barrett Hawk squats himself up to a standing position as he snap mares Rich to the ground.]

Nelson: Barrett Hawk escapes!

[Mr. Rich gets back to his feet, as Hawk gets to his, and he greets Mr. Rich with a dropkick.]

Nelson: And a dropkick to Mr. Rich!

[Mr. rich backs into the turnbuckles as Hawk gets back to his feet, with a hand on his back momentarily nursing through the pain.]

Nelson: He's cornered.

[Hawk charges after Rich, who catches Barrett Hawk off guard with a shoulder block.]

Hart: Get 'em Rich!

[Rich follows up with an elbow drop, but Hawk rolls out of the way.]

Nelson: Misses the elbow.

[Hawk gets to his knees as Rich attempts to get to his feet as quick as possible. Hawk sweeps his feet using his arms, and grabs him by the feet.]

Nelson: Texas Cloverleaf! He's going for it!

Hart: There's no way he's making Rich tap tonight! He's got a lesson to learn! Rich has the ropes!

[Rich grips the ropes as tightly as he can.]

Hart: Hang on Rich! Hang on! Nooo!

[Fans are rampant as Barrett Hawk pulls Rich a couple steps away from the ropes.]

Nelson: This could be it!

Hart: He only pulled him a slight crawl away!

Nelson: A slight but painful crawl.

Hart: You're so close! Just pull!

Nelson: Easier said than done Robbie, you can see the pain in Rich's eyes, maybe now he's regretting what he's done.

Hart: He's got nothing to regret, he's apologized! More than what we've gotten from Hawk!

Nelson: He's got nothing to be sorry for.

[Rich begins crawling towards the ropes, as Mike Logan is seen pushing the rope towards Rich.]

Nelson: Come on now Logan's pushing the rope!

Hart: And Rich is gonna grab it!

[Rich catches a loose grip of the rope when Johnny Williams takes notice of Logan pushing it, he kicks the bottom rope, flinging Logan's arm off as Rich loses grip.]

Nelson: Yes! Johnny Williams isn't gonna stand for this foul play.

[Hawk is about to pull Rich back towards the middle of the ring when he sees Evette enter, Hawk releases Rich as he prepares to fend off Evette, who runs back out of the ring in fear belting out a loud scream.]

Nelson: There's four people at ringside that Hawk has to be weary of!

[Evette's scream brings Johnny Williams' attention to the commotion between her and Hawk. Logan grabs Rich by the arms and pulls him to the outside.]

Hart: Mind games Joel!

Nelson: This is beyond mind games, this is blatant interference! Rich is safe now as it's becoming all the more clear why Rich really asked for this rematch.

Hart: Oh save your double standards for someone who cares!

[Mike Logan with Johnny Williams' eyes on him shouts words of support to Mr. Rich.]

Hart: You know Mr. Rich makes a mistake that gets Giant Maxx hurt, that's too bad but Mr. Rich owned up to it and look at this

Nelson: Look out!

[Hawk leaps over the top rope with a cross body on top of a recovering Mr. Rich and Mike Logan.]

Hart: Look! Don't you see Hawk's rupturing a family unit!

Nelson: Family unit?

Hart: Can't you see how much these guys care for each other?

Nelson: Oh stop.

[Hawk helps Mr. Rich to his feet, before rolling him back in the ring.]

Nelson: Despite the odds Hawk is refusing to back down.

[Rich struggles to his knees, exhaustedly holding out his arms and pleading for mercy.]

Hart: Rich you don't need to apologize any more than you already have!

Nelson: There's a difference between apologizing and begging.

[Hawk digs for Mr. Rich's legs. He takes them as he tries again for a Texas Cloverleaf.]

Nelson: Hawk not wasting any time getting back to where he left off!

[Rich squirms and struggles, as he manages to bends his legs and bring Hawk closer in, pulling him in for a small package pin.]

Nelson: Resourceful pin by Mr. Rich!

ONE

Nelson: Hawk kicks out!

[Barrett Hawk gets back up to his feet, as he awaits Mr. Rich's recovery.]

Nelson: Barrett Hawk now seemingly found an inspiration.

Hart: What's he gonna do?

[Rich slowly gets to his feet, as Hawk leaps up.]

Nelson: You see that?

Hart: Oh man, I heard that!

Nelson: Barrett Hawk with a big time leg lariat!

[Mr. Rich falls down on his back. Hawk gets on top of him for the pin.]

Nelson: Here it is!

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Rich kicks out.

Hart: Phew...close one.

[Hawk sits up on his knees, he grabs Mr. Rich by the head, as he assists him to his feet.]

Nelson: Hawk lets Rich up only to bring him down, scoop slam.

Hart: Oh no...

Nelson: Barrett Hawk is gonna fly!

[Cameras catch Mike Logan stamping his feet shouting "NO! NO!"]

Hart: I'm with Logan! Ohh this is no good!

Nelson: I think Hawk's putting a stamp on this match, I think we're gonna see the country bump!

[Hawk gets on the top rope, when Mary-Joe gets on the apron and clings to Hawk's right foot.]

Nelson: Oh get them out of here!

[Johnny Williams argues with Mary-Joe as she screams and holds tight to Hawk's foot.]

Nelson: They've been a nuissance this whole entire match and it's time to get rid of them!

[Johnny Williams then points to the back as he shouts "you're out of here!"]

Nelson: You had to expect Williams to make this call!

[Sabrina Swallows then stands on the apron next to Mary-Joe in protest. She bickers back to Williams who then points to the back again, and shouts "get out!" As the fans go wild.]

Nelson: He should be getting rid of all of them!

Hart: Hold on a second!

[Hawk leaps up off the top rope.]

Nelson: No!

[The Country Bump goes unanswered as Rich moves out of the way at the last second.]

Hart: Fast moving by Mr. Rich!

Nelson: Well he certainly was given enough time to recuperate. If anyone's gonna play possum it's Mr. Rich.

[Johnny Williams' is seen outside of the ring as he shouts at Mary-Joe and Sabrina Swallows, making sure they leave ringside. Meanwhile Mike Logan passes his U.S. Title to Mr. Rich.]

Nelson: Oh no...

[Mr. Rich slowly gets up, looking secretive as Hawk gets to his feet, not fully concentrated as he nurses his lower back.]

Nelson: Johnny Williams again disTRACTED! No!

[Mr. Rich nails Hawk between the eyes with the U.S. Championship.]

Hart: It's over.

Nelson: It's a damn circus!

[An exhausted Mr. Rich lays down with an arm over Hawk's chest, after throwing the U.S. Championship aside. Sabrina Swallows and Mary-Joe are long gone as Williams gets back in the ring.]

Hart: This is it!

ONE

TWO

Hart: What!

Nelson: Hawk kicks out!

Hart: He's gotta be out of steam.

Nelson: Both men must be reaching the end of their ropes. With Evette and Mike Logan still at ringside the end result remains suspect.

Hart: You give Mr. Rich no credit what so ever!

[Mr. Rich climbs to his hands and knees, breathing heavily as he struggles to his feet.]

Nelson: Hawk definitely got it good, he's only now showing signs of life.

[Hawk struggles to push himself off the mat, an exhausted Mr. Rich walks over towards him and helps him to a standing position. He hits a hard knife edge chop.]

Hart: That'll wake him up!

Nelson: If it doesn't I don't know what will.

[Mr. Rich hits another knife edge chop.]

Hart: How about that, hah.

[Mr. Rich pushes Hawk back first against the ropes, on the rebound whips him to the opposite ropes.]

Nelson: Wait, Barrett Hawk reverses the whip!

[Rich goes against the ropes, as Hawk goes for seemingly a back body drop but Rich kicks him in the chest.]

Hart: Ooh.

[Rich charges after Hawk, but Hawk catches him, hoisting him high in the air and hits his trademark flapjack european uppercut.]

Nelson: Oooh!

[Rich lands on his feet only momentarily before falling down.]

Nelson: Rich just fell down like a tree!

Hart: This isn't good!

[Hawk leaps down on Rich with a lateral press.]

Nelson: This could very well be it!

ONE

TWO

Nelson: What!

[Mike Logan pulls Hawk by the ankle, pulling him out of the ring, Johnny Williams calls for the bell.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: There goes the match! Like it was any surprise!

Hart: This isn't about the win, this was about the message.

Nelson: The message here is Mr. Rich can't overcome a riled up Barrett Hawk even with his goon squad!

[Mike Logan stomps on Hawk repeatedly on the outside of the ring.]

Hart: I think that's a little presumptuous.

[Logan picks up Hawk by the tights and head, and rams him head first into the steel steps.]

Nelson: My god.

[Mike Logan helps Hawk up. He rolls him into the ring.]

Nelson: Mike Logan is doing Rich's handy work, laying waste to his old rival.

Hart: Mike Logan and Barrett Hawk will be at odds until they're six feet under.

[Logan stomps away at Hawk as Johnny Williams pleads with him to let up. Logan then places his foot against Hawk's neck.]

Nelson: Hawk needs help here or things are gonna get real ugly.

[Evette is in the ring tending to Mr. Rich, helping him to his feet as Logan continues to choke Hawk.]

Hart: Well the only friend Hawk seems to have is Giant Maxx, and he was told to stay back, if he was smart he should have made an exception.

[Mr. Rich then undoes Evette's belt, he slides it out of place and grips both ends of it as he catches up with Logan, smiling.]

Nelson: And there's that arrogant smile! I hope he doesn't plan on using that belt as a weapon.

[Logan pulls Hawk towards the center of the ring, pinning his legs down as Mr. Rich braces himself.]

Nelson: Hey! It's Giant Maxx! He's coming out after all!

Hart: Does that guy listen to anyone?

[Logan and Rich take notice of Maxx who rushes out still wearing his tuxedo suit. Rich casts Evette aside as the two get in a defensive stance.]

Nelson: Everyone has their limits, someone had to do something!

[Maxx slides in the ring as Logan and Rich stomp on his back, Maxx shrugs it off as he goes to his feet, Rich and Logan hammer blows over Maxx's shoulder and chest, when the two grab his arms and attempt a double irish whip.]

Nelson: Uh uh uh, Maxx isn't going anywhere!

[Maxx tugs on Logan's arm and one handedly tosses him over the top rope.]

Nelson: Logan's out of there!

[Giant Maxx then hits Rich with an overhead chop.]

Nelson: Maxx downs Rich with a chop!

[Rich rolls on the mat belting out a blood curdling scream.]

Nelson: Rich in a world of pain!

[Giant Maxx without sympathy picks Rich back up, and hits him with another overhead chop, Rich lets out another loud scream, backing into the turnbuckle. He digs a knee into Rich's chest.]

Hart: Oh man Rich just got squashed!

[From behind, Mike Logan hangs on Maxx's back with a rear naked choke.]

Hart: It's nap time for little Maxwell!

[Maxx swings his arms to an fro, as Logan clings on to him for dear life. Maxx decides on falling back, sandwiching Logan between canvas and Maxx.]

Hart: Now Logan got squashed!

[Maxx brings his attention back to Mr. Rich. He puts both hands around his neck.]

Hart: Ah! He's choking him!

Nelson: You know Maxx might have lost control.

Hart: Damn right he's lost control! He's out of his mind! He's a threat to society!

[Evette takes notice of the dangerous situation as she tries prying Maxx's arms off of Rich.]

Hart: What bravery shown by Evette.

[Maxx becomes unglued as he takes his hands off Rich, then wraps his right hand around the neck of Evette.]

Nelson: Oh no, oh no hold on a minute.

Hart: This is getting out of hand Joel!

[Maxx's grip is broken by Barrett Hawk, who verbally disciplines Maxx inaudibly.]

Hart: Looks like Daddy's gonna give his by a spanking in front of a live audience.

Nelson: Now's not a time for jokes.

Hart: Ah! Not even Hawk is safe!

[Maxx downs Hawk with an Asiatic Spike.]

Nelson: Maxx is breaking down emotionally and mentally right before our eyes.

Hart: He's chemically inbalanced! He's gonna kill us all!

[Cameras catch Rich exhausted as he sits halfway up the ramp taking joy out of Hawk's plight.]

Nelson: And Rich just laughs at all this, Maxx's hands were around his own wife's neck!

[Maxx's eyes return to the sight of Mr. Rich as he makes chase.]

Hart: He's not smilin' anymore! Get out of there Rich!

[Rich, near petrified is unable to get on his feet, as he uses his arms to pull himself backwards away from Maxx, who charges after him full throttle.]

Hart: Even you gotta be worried for Mr. Rich here!

Nelson: The way Maxx's closes are torn up you'd think Bruce Banner just mutated into the Incredible Hulk, folks this is surreal.

[Fans cheer as Maxx catches up with Rich by the stage area, Rich gets to his knees, again begging for mercy, as Maxx pulls him up by the head, and drops him with a headbutt.]

Hart: Oh no!

[Security members make an appearance from the entrance way, inching their way towards Maxx from behind.]

Hart: Finally we have some help!

[Maxx takes notice of security as he stomps his feet in their direction, spreading them out and creating distance between them and Maxx, as they attempt to cool him off by talking him down.]

Hart: Well, not a lot of help...

[Maxx methodically paces back to Mr. Rich.]

Nelson: What's he gonna do?...

[The fans gasp as Maxx picks Mr. Rich up in a gorilla press slam position.]

Hart: Oohh no. Nooo noo noo..

[A recovered Barrett Hawk catches up with security, several paces away from Maxx as he's heard shouting "MAXX! MAXX! PUT HIM DOWN! PUT HIM DOWN RIGHT NOW."]

Nelson: Even Hawk, for as much as he hates Mr. Rich does not want to see this happening.

[Maxx sustains the gorilla press position as Hawk continues to convince Maxx to let him go. Evette and Logan stand behind Hawk as Maxx looks conflicted and physically exhausting himself trying to calm down. He freaks out as he tosses Rich forward.]

Nelson: NO!

[Rich's body flies forward he lands on a pile of spare wood that looks to have been spare material from the announce table, and electrical wires. Evette screams violently out of concern as Logan looks over the stage. Maxx looks down on Mr. Rich with fury as Hawk looks down with his hands on his head, aware that Maxx just made a huge mistake. EMTs rush to the scene as Evette continues to scream, there's a chill in the audience as Evette cries over the chest of an unconscious Mr. Rich. The show fades out as EMTs frantically crowd around Rich to check for vital signs.]