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!

[The camera pans around Manchester, NH Verizon Wireless Arena as fireworks go off from the ceiling shooting towards the stage. The stage alights on both sides, then fireworks erupt from both sides of the cWo tron. The camera then focuses on the crowd, highlighting such signs as “CBK +Serious= World War 3,” “Mike Logan Bit off More than he can chew… no, that is not an innuendo!” and “When did Mad Maddie stop sucking?” The camera then focuses on Joel Nelson and Robbie Hart seated at the announce position.]

Nelson: Only a few days away from Warfare and this night will prove to be a huge lead up to that. I am Joel Nelson!

Hart: And I am Robbie Hart! We are all very excited to see CBK strip Johnny Serious of his dignity and therefore his title. But they have to survive through tonight first.

Nelson: Speaking of surviving, we have a HUGE tag team main event. Devon Dice and Muru, top U.S title contenders to team up to face another top contender Jacob Baxter and current U.S champion, Mike Logan.

Hart: You have to wonder how either of these teams will get along moving onto Warfare.

Nelson: That is certainly, these four are facing off in a ladder match this Sunday, so tensions must be high.

Hart: Speaking of high… I am very high on the person competing in our opening match. At Full Throttle, Johnny Vandal didn’t beat one, but two men.

Nelson: Yes, but he has to get through Raymond Jacobson first.

Hart: That isn’t exactly a challenge.

DING DING DING

Dixon: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

[“Hysteria” by Muse hits over the sound system, and Johnny Vandal makes his way out quickly, strutting towards the ring. His music has barely gotten started when he approaches Dixon.]

Dixon: Making his way to the ring, from Phoenix, Arizona...Johnnnny Van...

[Vandal cuts him off and takes the mic.]

Hart: What is this?

Nelson: Looks like Vandal has something to say!

Hart: I'd rather pass. Whining can get old real quick.

Vandal: Alright, I know a lot of you were expecting a match tonight...

[Booing from the crowd.]

Vandal: But that's just not going to happen... I found out last night that my actions and words weren't chosen carefully enough for the cWo, and they thought it should cost me money. A lot of money...

[More booing as Vandal pauses.]

Nelson: Rightfully so, there's still no word on K'Plangs condition!

Hart: His face is probably the same, the doctors just don't know any better. Haha.

Vandal: So if I'm going to be treated improperly because of my actions, then maybe it's best if I don't wrestle at all, until someone higher up decides to be a little more lenient with what I can do.

[Raymond Jacobson walks out, the crowd popping as he comes out. Vandal looks displeased, but does not change his demeanor. Jacobson looks focused and fierce.]

Nelson: Here we go! That's more like it!

Vandal: Listen to me Jacobson, nothing against you or the rest of the so-called talent here in the cWo, but you're just not worth my time. No one is worth my time until something is done about these fines, regardless of what they...

[Jacobson rushes towards the ring, hearing enough of Vandal. Vandal is caught off guard by the quickness and is plowed to the mat. Jacobson begins to pummel Vandal with both fists, the referee seperating him.]

Nelson: And Jacobson gets things going the right way!

Hart: About time! This isn't the time or place to be talking about money, even though I should be getting paid more for this.

[Vandal jumps up, stunned. Jacobson comes at him again and they lock arms. Vandal twists Jacobson around, but he flies off of Vandal, into the ropes, and body slams right into Vandal.]

Nelson: Nice counter by Jacobson to get the upper hand!

[Vandal comes right back up and goes for a right, but Jacobson blocks and kicks Vandal in the stomach and sweeps him to the ground. He grabs ahold of Vandal's legs and locks him into a SHARPSHOOTER!]

Nelson: Oh my! A taste of his own medicine!

Hart: I can't even imagine what that might taste like...

[Vandal screams in pain as he tries to pull himself to the ropes, but he can't make it. He continues to try and grasp them, but they're too far...]

Nelson: This could be a quick one, he's not even close!

[Vandal flexes and dives forward, just grasping the rope. Jacobson waits until the four count to break the hold.]

Hart: Can you imagine Vandal and K'Plang sharing a room for the same thing? Irony.

Nelson: From the looks of things, that could be the case!

[Vandal goes to the corner and Jacobson runs up and closelines him hard. Vandal flops down and receives a CHOP from Jacobson. The crowd is loving it. Another CHOP. And ANOTHER.]

Hart: Is it me, or does Vandal look sunburned?

[Vandal aches at each blow, and finally musters up enough energy to turn Jacobson into the corner. He begins delivering hard rights again and again and finishes with a HIGH CHOP! He moves back and Jacobson turns and hops up, doing quick MOONSAULT onto Vandal.]

Nelson: Jacobson with a big moonsault! What great athleticism! He's going for the pin!

ONE

TWO

[Vandal kicks out.]

Hart: Too close for comfort. Vandal is having some trouble with this one.

[Vandal spits to the side as he fights to stand up. Jacobson picks Vandal back up and kicks him in the stomach and sets him up for a powerbomb. He goes to lift Vandal, who stands up and flips Jacobson. Jacobson comes up and throws a high punch, but Vandal ducks and grabs Jacobson into german suplex. Jacobson grabs his side as Vandal is still recovering.]

Nelson: Vandal is gaining momentum, we'll see if he can continue it!

Hart: Momentum? He's moving slower than Jacobson!

[Jacobson and Vandal both recover at the same time, and Vandal goes off the ropes and closelines him back down. He grabs Jacobson's head and lifts him to his knees for a headbutt, but the force sends him to the corner.]

Nelson: Looks like Vandal might have hurt himself with that one!

[Vandal rubs his head and stares over and Jacobson. He's moving to the opposite corner and Vandal runs and baseball slides into the side of Jacobson. He stands and looks around, almost as if he's winded.]

Nelson: Vandal does not look the same from the first night we saw him, and it's one man less. What gives?

Hart: One hit wonder?

[Vandal brings Jacobson up and DDTs him in place and goes for the pin.]

ONE

TWO

[Jacobson kicks out easily.]

[Vandal stands up and lifts Jacobson to finish him off, but Jacobson slides down Vandal's back. Vandal turns and is met with a heel kick to the face. Jacobson collapes with the last ditch effort as Vandal writhes on the mat.]

Nelson: A great counter, but he isn't capitalizing!

Hart: This could go on forever. Vandal is giving just enough to keep him ahead here.

[Vandal goes to get up and kicks Jacobson. He lifts him up and POWERBOMBS Jacobson hard. He pins.]

ONE

TWO

[Jacobson kicks out again and Vandal is furious. He leaves the ring as the crowd begins to boo.]

Hart: Where... where is he going?

Nelson: I think he's leaving... no, wait...

[Vandal grabs a chair from ring side and brings it into the ring. The referee is arguing with Vandal and won't budge. Vandal lifts the chair and brings it down on the side of the referee. He collapses is pain.]

Nelson: Oh my goodness! What is Vandal thinking?!

Hart: I'm not sure, but I think I like it!

[Jacobson gets to his feet and slowly turns, only to be met with a chairshot to the skull. He falls flat, and Vandal drops the chair. He smiles and brings Jacobson to his feet. The bell rings furiously at an attempt to stop the match.]

Nelson: No...

Hart: Yes!

[Vandal lifts Jacobson and does VANDALISM onto the chair! He comes up slowly and laughs. He goes outside and grabs the mic he had earlier, looking down at Jacobson and the referee.]

[The crowd is booing furiously.]

Vandal: Well... (breathes)... I'll never... (laughs)... I'll never do that again. I'm a little hungover from last night... And I know this is a kids show now, so I won't go into details... but... don't do drugs... When you can become a wrestler and get them for free!

Nelson: Oh my... This...

Hart: Wow.

Vandal: I'm kidding! But... I told you all last show that things will only get worse, and they will. It's not about winning or losing. It's not about following rules and regs, it's about doing what I said I'd do... I gave Jacobson an option, and unfortunately, he declined it. Look at him. He's still not moving. Not a great sign is it folks?

Nelson: Someone needs to do something here, this is horrific.

Hart: Sure... how about you do something then?

Vandal: You want to fine me and give me a slap on the wrist? Sure, do it. FINE BY ME! Hahaha, but let me tell you something, and this is for EVERYONE. I don't care. You want to fight me? Fine. You have to talk to me? Then talk. I'm all ears. But know this... I'm doing things the way I want to do things, and if you think you can change that, then please, try it. Jacobson here has been Vandalized and he had to find out, unfortunately, the hard way. And anyone else, regardless of who you are, will learn the same lesson unless they smarten up and stay out of my way.

Nelson: He's gone out of his mind! What's he doing?

Hart: I knew this guy had lost it! I KNEW IT! Wow.

[Vandal smirks and leaves the ring, the crowd booing him as he does.]

Nelson: Talk about a guy who isn’t gaining any fans. I believe have caught up with a man who already has tons of fans!

Hart: Zack Effron?

Nelson: No, Johnny Serious!

[Johnny Serious pulls up in the parking garage in his SERIOUS White Ford Pick-up Truck. He exits the truck with his title in hand and motions to walk backstage area. As he turns the corner, Andrew Phillips comes out and hits a third ConClusion on Serious. Phillips then kicks Serious in the gut, and then picks him up and places Serious into the BABYKILLER. Phillips releases the hold after about 30 seconds. He picks up a passed out Johnny and tosses him onto an empty pallet. Phillips then walks over grabs the title and lays it down on Serious. Phillips then walks over to an unattended Fork Lift, gets in, starts the engine, drives to the pallet, lifts it up in the air, and drives towards a dumpster. Phillips dumps Serious into the dumpster, gets out of the fork lift and walks away.]

Nelson: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back… I am at a loss for words for what we just saw. It was just heinous!

Hart: I have words for it: CBK JUST TRUMPED SERIOUS ONCE MORE!

Nelson: He didn’t “trump” him, he completed desecrated him. He literally threw him in the trash and the cWo world title went with him.

Hart: A great final strike before Warfare on CBK’s part.

Nelson: I’m sorry but he just went too far.

Hart: He wants to help Serious, there is no way he went too far.

DING DING DING

Dixon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

[Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Simple Man" hits the PA system. A possitive reaction is heard anticipating the entrance of Barrett Hawk, who following the introduction of the music makes his way out. The American Flag clutched to his wrists as he comes out donning his cowboy hat.]

Dixon: First, being accompanied to the ring by Giant Maxx. He weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds. From Sulphur Oklahoma, Barreeeeeett Hawk!

Nelson: Barrett Hawk looking to break a streak of bad luck, he definitely has his work cut out for him tonight.

Hart: This guy's got so many monkeys on his back he should open up a zoo.

Nelson: One thing we can agree on is that Hawk is no stranger to bad luck. In the last month he's gambled his career on Giant Maxx's behavior, he's yet to win a match and now he's had this to deal with last Saturday at Full Throttle.

[We see footage from Full Throttle, where an unsuspecting Barrett Hawk cheers on his friend Giant Maxx during his match against Victor Emmit. Shabazz appears behind Barrett Hawk, turning him around to face Shabazz, as he clubs him with what looks like a sock filled with something dangerous.]

Wilden: What in the world? Hasn't Brother Shabazz done enough damage tonight? Ramon Wade and now Barrett Hawk?

[The footage cuts to Giant Maxx carrying Hawk backstage.]

Nelson: Then out of concern Maxx took his mind out of the match to seek medical attention for his friend Barrett Hawk.

[Cameras return to the ring, where Barrett Hawk jogs his feet preparing for his opponent.]

Hart: And most importantly, moved Victor Emmit up to the finals in the TV Title tournament! Jon's main man! Dr. Feelgood himself!

Nelson: As far as luck goes Victor Emmit is Hawk's polar opposite.

[Then, navy blue lights shine around the arena as the intro to Mark Morrison's "Who's the Mack!" hits the PA system.]

Hart: What's this?

Nelson: I can't say I'm familiar with this music.

[A quick pyro explosion hits as Mac Johnson comes out wearing fight gloves and semi-long wrestling trunks which reach halfway to his knees. Also sporting a Mac Johnson T-shirt, he makes his way down the aisle.]

Dixon: And his opponent, weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds, from West Patterson, New Jersey....Mac Johnnnnnson!

Hart: Well I'm impressed! One week with Pilchard and Mac Johnson's a made man!

Nelson: If Sean Pason's watching I think this new look of Johnson's would definitely grab his attention.

Hart: Sean Pason is probably in a hospital learning how to walk again. Forget Sean Pason, let's talk about Mac Johnson!

[Pilchard hustles a few paces ahead of Johnson, he walks backwards in front of him, taking in the sight of him while applauding his entrance, smiling.]

Hart: I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say Hawk won't be breaking any losing streaks tonight.

Nelson: With over one hundred pounds weight advantage you know Hawk's gonna have to pull out all the stops if he wants to go into Warfare with momentum on his side.

[We hear a muffling of a headset as we see Aaron Blake in the ring preparing both men for the match.]

Nelson: And we're being joined by John Pilchard.

Hart: Talk about extreme makeovers!

DING DING DING

Pilchard: Ha haaaa, makeover's not the word for it Robbie. What you're seeing is who Mac Johnson really is. This isn't an extreme makeover, this is an extreme unveiling.

Nelson: It's a far cry from the "Mac Machine" that's to be sure.

[Barrett Hawk and Mac Johnson stare each other down from seperate corners of the ring.]

Pilchard: Depends on how literally you mean it. Might not be a cartoon character anymore but rest assured he is a machine.

Nelson: Whoa!

[Barrett Hawk electrifies the audience as he charges Mac Johnson with an double leg tackle attempt, but Mac catches him and gets in a defensive stance, locking him in a front face lock.]

Nelson: Hawk throwing caution to the wind, taking the bull by the horns.

Hart: And look at how that's going for him!

Nelson: Oh what's this!

[Mac flips Hawk up onto his shoulder, looking like he's going for a dominator, but when he's rested on Mac's shoulders, Hawk squirms out of it and lands on his feet, leaving both men back to back.]

Pilchard: Could've been the end right there.

[Mac turns to face Hawk, who leaps up on the second rope.]

Nelson: Could've is the key word.

[Mac charges after Hawk, but Hawk leaps from the second rope, over his head towards the center of the ring.]

Nelson: It's cat and mouse now-

Hart: No it isn't! Oomph!

[Mac Johnson charges straight after Hawk as he turns to face him, taking him down with a spear.]

Nelson: What a devastating spear! Though Mac Johnson may have just fallen for a trap.

[Hawk is seen squeezing Mac Johnson with a guillotine choke.]

Nelson: Front face lock applied, it's in Hawk's best intrest not to let this go. If he makes Mac Johnson tap right here then people would really be talking about Mac Johnson wouldn't they?

Pilchard: That's real cute Joel. But Mac Johnson won't quit that easy.

[Mac Johnson gets on his feet while Hawk still applies the choke, using all his strength, he hoists Hawk up to his feet.]

Pilchard: See what I mean?

[Johnson pushes Hawk back first into the turnbuckle, causing Hawk to lose his grip. Johnson attempts to wear Hawk out, continually ramming his shoulder into Hawk's gut.]

Pilchard: Do I need to remind you of my track record? Nick Dangerous, Ryne Deth, Johnny Serious, I make champions, I'm not about to attach my name to someone who's gonna tap in thirty seconds to what did Logan call him? Hayseed? Hah, when was the last time he won a match?

[Mac Johnson pulls back, preparing a giant shoulder thrust, but as he charges forward, Hawk lifts his legs up using the top rope, and sunset flips Johnson.]

Nelson: Hold on!

ONE

Pilchard: No.

[Both men get to their feet.]

Nelson: What a fast paced match up!

[Johnson charges Hawk for a clothesline, but Hawk ducks under it, as the two turn to face each other, Hawk hits a low dropkick to take Johnson down to one knee.]

Nelson: Hawk takes him out by the leg!

[Hawk quickly gets back up to his feet, and dropkicks Mac in the chest, Mac then gets up and stumbles backwards into the ropes.]

Nelson: What's it gonna take to knock the big man down?

[Hawk charges after Johnson again, only to be back body dropped over the top rope. Thankfully Hawk lands his feet on the apron.]

Nelson: Whoooaa, and Hawk is safe!

[Mac walks towards the center of the ring, certain that Hawk's fallen down to the floor.]

Nelson: Johnson's a bit to sure of himself here-lookout!

[With a springboard off the top rope, Hawk goes for a cross body block, but Johnson turns around and is quick enough to catch him in mid air.]

Nelson: Uh oh. Uh oh!

[Johnson then press slams Hawk to the mat.]

Pilchard: And this is where everything changes.

[Johnson stays on Hawk for the pin.]

ONE

TWO

[Hawk kicks out.]

Nelson: Everything almost changed with no going back if Johnson scored the pinfall.

Hart: Oooh! That was close!

[Mac Johnson sits up on his knees, smiling and nodding his head as he surveys the audience.]

Nelson: Mac Johnson with a smile on his face.

Pilchard: That's right, he's smiling, because this match is over now, it's just a matter of Johnson saying when. What we're about to see is what Johnson does to have a good time and that's hurt people.

[Johnson brings Hawk to his feet, and hits him with a forearm, then pushes him back first into the corner.]

Hart: Gotta give Pilchard credit Joel, when he gets behind someone he gets behind him all the way.

Nelson: Well I can't argue that.

Pilchard: You don't even know the half of it. Let me put it in perspective for you.

[Johnson then wraps his right hand on Hawk's throat, as Aaron Blake starts a five count.]

Pilchard: Tony Awesome said I had one month. One entire month to scout the cWo and decide who I would provide my managerial services. Now I could've taken my time.

[Johnson with his hand gripped on Hawk's neck, and his left hand under Hawk's right arm, he hip tosses Hawk halfway across the ring.]

Pilchard: I could have really picked my brain to figure out who would be the best. But one week. One week is all it took. I looked at a few members of the roster.

[Fans boo as Johnson arrogantly spreads his arms out in a wide V, and slowly spins in a circle, welcoming the fans jeers.]

Pilchard: But when I saw Mac Johnson, and got to know Mac Johnson, I didn't need to see anyone else. He's got speed, strength, agility, brains and I have the vision.

[Mac Johnson catches up with Hawk, who's slowly attempting to get back to his feet, but Johnson floors him with a leaping stomp to the head.]

Pilchard: I have a vision that this man will main event Cyberslam Seven, and you Joel probably think of a lot of different things when you think John Pilchard.

[Johnson hits another leaping kick to the head of Barrett Hawk.]

Pilchard: But a liar isn't one of them.

Nelson: Well. We won't get into that now.

Pilchard: No need to embarass yourself, we're live of course.

[Johnson assists Hawk to his feet.]

Nelson: Well one thing I'll agree with you on is that Mac Johnson is really impressing tonight.

[Johnson hits a knee to Hawk's stomache, and takes him down with a side suplex.]

Nelson: Looks like Johnson's looking to wrap this up.

ONE

TWO

Nelson: But Barrett Hawk surely isn't.

[Hawk sits up, looking worn out as he struggles to his feet, Johnson slaps him in the head disrespectfully as he struggles.]

Nelson: That's not necessary.

Hart: It's not unnecessary either!

[Johnson forcefully brings Hawk to his feet, and sends him into the corner with an irish whip.]

Nelson: Mac Johnson with a whip to the corner.

[Mac Johnson follows up a body avalanche.]

Pilchard: Calls this the Mac Attack.

[Mac then shakes his head disapprovingly as he enthusiastically exclaims "oh no no we're not done yet!" before whipping Hawk into the opposite corner. He then charges after Hawk for another body avalanche, but Hawk moves out of the way.]

Nelson: There could be hope for Barrett Hawk yet!

[Hawk crawls away as Johnson is stunned in the corner. He's quick to shake off the cobwebs however as Hawk wills himself to his feet, as Johnson returns on the offensive.]

Pilchard: Not for long.

[As he charges in, Hawk catches him off guard with a drop toe hold knocking him head first into the second turnbuckle.]

Nelson: Hawk is buying himself some time!

Hart: After what he's sustained he's sure quick to act!

Nelson: Hawk's never had a shortage of heart.

[Mac slowly gets to his feet as Hawk does the same, as Mac turns to face him, Hawk hits him with a high leg lariat, the snapping sound of boot hitting face leaves the crowd with a unanimous "ooooh."]

Nelson: That hit its target!

[Mac falls to a seated position, as Hawk again wills himself to his feet. Hawk helps Mac to his feet.]

Nelson: Well Pilchard the tide's taking a turn here, what do you think of Hawk's odds now?

Pilchard: Barrett Hawk is talented I'll give him that. But Mac's got a chip on his shoulder, while the weight of the world is on Hawk's back and I don't think he can carry it for long.

[Hawk attempts to irish whip Mac, but Mac holds his position, refusing to budge. Mac instead whips Hawk, and runs towards the perpendicular ropes. He attempts to shoulder tackle Hawk, but Hawk stops short, and Mac continues into the ropes.]

Nelson: What's this?

[Hawk catches Mac on the way back, and flapjacks him to the mat.]

Nelson: Barrett Hawk with the flapjack! That's three hundred and fifty pounds colliding to the mat! Normally Hawk would hit his opponent with a European uppercut on the way down, but you look at the size of Mac Johnson, I think it'd tear his arm off!

[Hawk rolls Mac Johnson over for a pin.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Almost did it! Pilchard are you sweating?

Pilchard: How can you not with with all these sweaty hogs here in Manchester.

Hart: Someone get this man a bottle of water!

Nelson: Well Hawk is climbing to the top rope, it could be time for the Country Bump, and if it is, then Mac Johnson's gonna have a hard time getting people to talk about him.

[Hawk's plans are foiled as he reaches the top turnbuckle as Mac Johnson begins getting to his feet.]

Pilchard: What's he gonna do, leg drop his feet?

[Mac quickly moves from a squat to a dive as he sees Hawk on the top rope, as he dives out of range, he runs in Aaron Blake, who is pushed into the ropes, knocking Hawk off balance, sommersaulting off the ropes to the mat below.]

Hart: Ouch!

Pilchard: Aaron Blake needs to watch where he's standing!

Nelson: That seemed deliberate if you asked me.

Pilchard: Why would Aaron Blake intentionally walk into the ropes?

Nelson: You know what I'm talking about!

[Mac Johnson seizes the opportunity as he picks him up, and puts him in a pumphandle slam position.]

Pilchard: Well either way Aaron Blake's incompetence worked in Johnson's favor...Mac Five!

[Mac hits a pumphandle powerslam on Barrett Hawk and follows up with a pin.]

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Dixon: The winner of this match by pinfall. Mac Johnsooooon!

Pilchard: This is what I'm talking about. Joel? Robbie? This is exactly what I'm talking about. This is the first day of the rest of cWo's history, this is only the beginning.

Nelson: Mac Johnson had to push Aaron Blake into the ropes to gain this victory!

Pilchard: All Aaron Blake did was get it done quicker! Listen, I'm not out here to argue, let me just remind you, this was just an appetizer, the main course comes this Sunday, and after Warfare, everyone will be talking about Mac Johnson.

[We hear a muffling of the headset as Pilchard leaves the announce table, catching up with Mac Johnson at the stage area.]

Hart: What do you think they're gonna do at Warfare?

Nelson: You never know when John Pilchard's involved, but one thing's for sure, it'll be slimey. Mac Johnson doesn't even have a match at Warfare!

Hart: Maybe they're going to talk to Tony Awesome about that right now!

"Money" by Pink Floyd plays as Mr. Rich comes rolling out in his Gold wheel chair dressed in his business suit. Hawk goes to exit the ring.]

Mr. Rich: Hold it right there Cowboy! I all ready hold you responsible for what that Special Giant did to me and by the way, I have yet to hear your apology.

Nelson: Oh come on. How long is Mr. Rich going to keep this act going?

Hart: Hey...hush hush Joel. This man is seriously hurt and may never wrestle again.

Mr. Rich: Now, I am out here for one reason and one reason only. To introduce you to your opponents for this Sunday night at Warfare. For these two men, I have guaranteed to donate money to their favorite charity, and I, Barrett Hawk, am a man of my word.

Nelson: Yeah right!

Mr. Rich: So without furuther delay, here are your opponents....

["Murder Was The Case" by Snoop Doggy Dogg plays over the arena, when none other than J.J. Carter makes his way from the entrance way to the stage.]

Nelson: It's J.J. Carter. Why is J.J. Carter working with Mr. Rich!

Hart: It's for Charity, Joel. You should be ashamed of yourself to question Mr. Rich's motives.

[Shabazz comes out, holding the Pan African flag, looking pleased with himself.]

Nelson: And there's Brother Shabazz.

Hart: Last week, J.J. wanted nothing to do with Mr. Rich. Now there he is standing behind Mr. Rich!

Mr. Rich: Can you handle The CONNEXTION!!!!!!!!

[Carter just buries his hands into his face, as Brother Shabazz walks waves the Pan African flag. Shabazz takes the mic from Mr. Rich.]

Shabazz: Yes Mr. Rich, I am very grateful for your donation to the cause.

[Carter is visibly upset as Shabazz continues.]

Shabazz: Come on Carter, we all win in this. We're soldiers in the struggle for justice, and Mr. Rich is willing to help us on our war.

Nelson: Wow, Mr. Rich and the Connextion? That is an…odd pairing.

Hart: It is genius. I just don’t get why JJ is having a problem with it.

Nelson: Maybe because he has a “soul?”

Hart: They donate to charity, how bad can they be?

Nelson: Let’s bring it back to Tiffany Tolberg with U.S title contender, Devon Dice.

[Tiffany Tolberg is backstage with Devon Dice.]

Tolberg: I'm here with Devon Dice, who will be facing three other men for the cWo US title in a ladder match this Sunday. Are you ready?

Dice: Tiffany, I'm ready to go right now. I can't wait until Sunday when my hand is raised and I'm victorious.

Tolberg: You're no stranger to ladder matches, however you're 0 for 2 in the past two years. What makes you so sure this time around?

Dice: I've got something to prove, I am a worthy contender, I'm the Lord of Punishment, this year has been one of my best ever, and it's only just begun!

Tolberg: What about tonight? You team up with one of your opponents to take on Jacob Baxter and Mike Logan.

Dice: Muru is a great athlete, we share a common interest in getting rid of the garbage that pollutes the cWo and tonight we will be able to work together to get the job done. But after tonight, he's just another man rolling the Dice, and this Sunday, like always the house will win!

[Notorious JON follows Jen Diamond as she walks through the hall.]

Jon: So he said he'd do it, right? He'd have the PPV match?

Jen: Yep.

Jon: Well then there's only one thing I need to know... who is it?

[Jen stops and smiles.]

Jen: I can't tell you that.

Jon: Oh come on!

Jen: You told me to find somebody, I found somebody.

Jon: And that somebody is...

Jen: For me to know and you to find out.

Jon: It is Dade? It's Dade, isn't it!

[Jen turns and starts to walk away]

Jon: C'mon Jen! C'Mon!!

[Serious is seen walking backstage. His face has an angry look to it.]

Serious: Anyone seen Phillips! Anyone?

[The camera pans to a few Production assistants who all shake their head no.]

Serious: You see him, you tell him he hasn't SAVED ME YET!

[Serious continues walking and runs into Jason Duran]

Duran: Serious...Can I ask you a few...

Serious: ARE YOU SERIOUS? I'm not in the mood for any questions. What I want is to find that little coward, Andrew Phillips and see what he does when he actually has to face me. This sunday, there are no sneak attacks. It's Phillips and me, one on one, face to face. There's no hitting me while my back is turned. There will be no ConClusions or Babykillers going on. I want Phillips to do his best and try to SAVE ME from the World Title like he has been claiming to do. But I promise you this little Jason. When that bastard does all that he can do and I'm still standing, don't be surprised when Andrew Phillips is the next to say "I just GOT SERIOUS'D"

[Serious storms off as Duran backs up a bit]

Duran: To you guys!

Nelson: Thanks Jason, and by the tone of Serious there, I can tell you that we are going to be instore for an awesome battle of good and evil this Sunday at the Pay Per View.

Hart: Well, Phillips has been embarassing Serious all month long and I am sure that Phillips has one more embarassing moment for Johnny this sunday when Phillips walks away the new cWo World Champion.

Nelson: You never know, but you need to think Serious wants some retribution and maybe he’ll get it at Warfare.

Hart: Speaking of title matches Joel, Warefare will see Chastity McGavin defend her title against the tough as nails Mad Maddie.

Nelson: That is right and we are going to see her get a warm up for her weapons match this Sunday!

Hart: This is going to get violent, Joel!

DING DING DING

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a “weapons match warmup”. Introducing first, NATALIE MERCER!!!

[Mercer is already inside the ring, bouncing up and down geared up for the match.]

Announcer: And her opponent… she is from Waterbury, Connecticut, she is MAD MADDIE!!!

Nelson: This is Mad Maddie’s alleged warmup match for Nuclear Warfare, but my only question is… does she really need practice with weapons?

Hart: We’re talking about Mad Maddie here, of course not.

Nelson: This does look like something that will be completely different for Chastity, but not like it really seems to bother her much.

[Maddie now enters the ring, but not before grabbing a steel chair in the ringside area and tossing it into the ring.]

Nelson: Natalie Mercer is being thrown to the wolves here.

Hart: Or wolf?

Nelson: Either way, Mercer is in serious trouble. For her lack of experience, being thrown in front of Mad Maddie in Maddie’s style of fighting is a serious issue.

[Maddie stands in the middle of the ring, holding the chair. Mercer stands a few feet away, as Maddie hands the chair over to her.]

Nelson: What is she doing?

Maddie: Hit me.

Nelson: What?

Hart: She’s crazy, it’s official.

[Maddie just steps back two feet, and Mercer hits her with the chair. Maddie barely moves.]

Nelson: Uh oh.

[Mercer hits Maddie with the chair again, and once again Maddie barely moves.]

Nelson: I think Natalie is going to pay pretty soon.

[Maddie just slaps the chair out of her hand, then DDT’s her face first into the chair.]

Nelson: This one is over.

Hart: Why is Maddie not going for the pin?

[Maddie just stands over in a corner of the ring, as Mercer barely moves. She signals for a microphone, and is tossed one.]

Maddie: This is supposed to be a warm up for Chastity? One hit and she’s down. Chastity is a lot better than this. Bring out contestant number two!

[Some music plays over the arena, and another woman walks out from backstage.]

Maddie: Alright, now this is a better fight.

[The crowd cheers a little bit.]

Announcer: From Nashua, New Hampshire…

[The crowd cheers a bit.]

Announcer: Tina LaRoche!

Maddie: Tina here is some bitch I found at a bar two hours ago. Rather than beat her down at some random hole, I dragged her here. Two vs. one, let’s see how they do.

Nelson: Wow, Maddie is asking for a handicap match now.

Hart: She’s lost it.

[Tina looks under the ring, to find a garbage can full of weapons. She throws it in the ring, and Maddie grabs a kendo stick.]

Maddie: You ready for this? You ran your mouth off, let’s see what you got.

Nelson: What did this Tina girl get herself into?

[Tina charges after Maddie and tries to spear her, but she gets the kendo stick cracked over her head.]

Nelson: To all the viewers out there in cities where we may stop in, if you see Mad Maddie and she drags you to the show… don’t do it.

[Tina rolls over, and chops Maddie in the back of her knee. Maddie finally falls over. But then Maddie rolls over and starts punching Tina in the face repeatedly.]
Hart: Maddie is a psychotic woman, that’s for sure. We’d say she has a problem, except I think she’s more than comfortable with it.

Nelson: And now these two ladies are just rolling around the ring, trading punches with each other.

Hart: What’s that bag right near Maddie though?

Nelson: Uh oh. Maddie’s got a hold of it.

[Tina gets up off the mat, and kicks Maddie in the leg a couple times. But Maddie slips on a pair of brass knuckles.]

Nelson: Looks like the local woman here is about to get a pounding.

[Natalie Mercer gets up finally, and picks up the chair also.]

Nelson: This did not work the first two times, how is it going to now?

Hart: Can’t blame her for trying?

Nelson: Natalie runs over to the ropes…

Hart: Looks like it’s time for the Negro Flip!

Nelson: But Maddie is nowhere near her…

[Maddie rushes over, grabbing a 2x4 in the process. Tina turns around, as she gets cracked in the back with the 2x4. Natalie meanwhile springboards off the ropes, and gets hit mid-flip by the 2x4.]

Nelson: What?!?

Hart: She’s dead. Maddie killed her.

Nelson: Natalie Mercer just landed face first into the mat, after Mad Maddie just swung a 2x4 right into the chair she was holding.

[Maddie now goes for the cover on Mercer, after turning her over on her back.]

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Dixon: Your winner, Mad Maddie!

[Maddie rolls over and grabs the microphone again.]

Maddie: You two were pathetic. Looks like Chastity is the only one around here I’ll have a good fight with.

[Maddie exits the ring, leaving Tina and Natalie rolling around in the ring.]

[Driven transitions into deep in the tunnels of the arena. It doesn’t take long before we find out who’s about to take center stage in this portion of the show. Ron Wilkins comes storming around the corner, shouldering an employee out of his way and with a very angry look on his face.]

Wilkins: ASM! I’M COMING FOR YOU!

Nelson: That yell just scared the poop out of me…not quite sure ASM feels the same.

Hart: No, especially when it seems like he’s got this young mans number.

Nelson: Except for that cheap shot with the chair last week!

[Wilkins rounds one more corner and comes to a door with ASM’s poster hanging from it. A smile comes across his face and with one massive foot he sends the door flying off of it’s hinges.]

Wilkins: Where are you ASM!?!?

Nelson: Wilkins does not look happy.

Hart: And ASM doesn’t look like he’s anywhere to be found!

[The camera man pans around the empty room and comes to set on Wilkins face and shows us ASM standing right behind him. The cheers heard from the arena appear to alert Wilkins to this fact and he turns around and shoves ASM before he even has a chance to react.]

Nelson: Gotta admit, he’s not showing any fear for ASM!

Hart: He’s over seven feet tall! He shouldn’t be afraid of anyone.

[ASM wags his finger at Wilkins face and taunts him further.]

ASM: You shouldn’t have done that little boy.

[This sends Wilkins over the edge and he comes flying at ASM sending the two of them spilling into the hall. Massive fists begin flying all over the place just looking for an area to land.]

Nelson: It’s impossible to tell who’s getting the upper hand here! We have equipment flying everywhere and nearly 700lbs. of men taking out weeks of frustration on each other!

Hart: Who the hell is going to break this up?

[Wilkins clears enough room between the two of them to get some momentum going and he tackles ASM towards a wall lined with vending machines. The two giants crash into it and ASM winds up stuck with half off his body lodged in the machine.]

Hart: Not a good time to get stuck like that!

Nelson: And Wilkins looks like a shark just about to finish his prey.

[ASM swings his arms desperately trying to grab onto Wilkins but the Grim Reaper uses his superior reach and delivers a light slap to ASM’s cheek.]

Wilkins: I might be young and new to this game ASM, but I’m the future of the cWo! I’m the pre-eminent big man in all of professional wrestling! And it looks like you are just too stupid to learn that the easy way!

[Wilkins unloads with a thunderous haymaker to the jaw of ASM sending blood and spit flying onto the walls next to the machine. He spots a broken piece of wood lying on the ground from the beginning of the fray and picks it up, tossing it back and forth in his hands.]

Wilkins: This is just the beginning here ASM. I’m gonna run you out of the cWo…mark my words.

Hart: I’m not sure I like this side of Ronnie Wilkins! It’s going to give me nightmares!

[He slams the piece of lumber into ASM’s temple, splintering the several inch thick plank and then smiles as ASM’s body goes limp.

Nelson: This is a new side of Ronnie Wilkins, I have to say that I didn’t think he had that in him.

[Wilkins smiles to himself and then walks away from the carnage he caused laughing to himself.]

Hart: Well we probably need to take a break so someone can use the jaws of life to get ASM’s big ass out of that vending machine.

Nelson: Yes we’ll be right back!

[Backstage, Tiffany Tolberg addresses the cWo audience with an enthusiastic Victor Emmit donning an akubra hat, purple round sunglasses, wearing a plaid overshirt, and a black AC/DC shirt underneath.]

Tolberg: Three days from tonight Andrew Phillips challenges Johnny Serious at Warfare for the World Heavyweight Championship, but that's not the only title up for grabs. Also in contention is the revived Television Title in a triple threat match between "Detroit" Jack Gibson, Sledge Rockwell, and this man, Victor Emmit. Victor, many cWo fans have been wondering, what's got into you?

Emmit: Gonna have to be specific blue eyes.

Tolberg: You've refused to wrestle at live events, taking cheap shots to advance in the tournament.

Emmit: What you see now is what I've always been sister, it's the perception that's different. You see times are a changin' around here, what is isn't, what isn't is, you know what I mean?

[Tolberg looks puzzled as she shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head.]

Tolberg: I uhh..

Emmit: Let me put things in perspective, I'm more than a professional wrestler, I'm a visionary, I'm an artiste, man, hahah...and y'know...like all these critics...I'll just say I know how Neil Young feels like, I know how Eddie Vedder feels like. You might not like my new stuff but hey! I'm Victor Emmit, love me, hate me, but you can't change me.

[Then "Detroit" Jack Gibson struts into the screen with the Deep South Title over his shoulder clapping his hands.]

Emmit: Heyyyy alright, this is what I'm talking about. Standing O's baby.

Gibson: I was just passing by when I overheard you talking, and I just had to interrupt to tell you that I like what I hear. So much in fact, that I want you to have this...

[Gibson takes the title from his shoulder and places it over Victor's.]

Emmit: The Deep South Wrestling Championship..

Gibson: You got it. I just figured you'd like to hang onto it, since I'll be the Television Champ come Warfare.

[Emmit takes off his glasses, smirking at the remark.]

Emmit: Well brother I appreciate the gesture. But we got a couple problems. One...

[Emmit dangles the title in the air, before dropping it.]

Emmit: No one likes the south. Second, the TV title's mine baby mine!

Voice: What about me?

Emmit and Gibson: What about you?

[Emmit and Gibson look at each other discontently, as a smiling, fresh from competition Mac Johnson and John Pilchard appear.]

Pilchard: We've been telling the world that after Warfare everyone would be talking about Mac Johnson.

Mac: Fellas, you need to quit your bickering over this title. Pilch has all the connections, and we're thinking of entering the TV Title tournament. Of course if this happens it's a lock, I'd win. I am THAT good!

[Gibson shakes his finger at the three men in front of him.]

Gibson: Is that right? If you wanted a shot so bad you'd have gotten in line just like everybody else. But hey, let me clue you in on a little something so you don't get upset when it rolls around. Once Warfare comes and goes, the only thing folks'll be talking about is the title coming back to Detroit!

[Jack Gibson storms off in a huff. Johnson and Pilchard smile as he walks away, while Victor crosses his arm and shakes his head in disagreement.]

Nelson: Welcome back, we have taken all of our commercial breaks and ready for the main event.

Hart: You mean the last Driven Main Event leading towards Warfare?

Nelson: Yes, U.S Champion Mike Logan is teaming up with challenger Jacob Baxter to take on the two other challengers, Muru and Devon Dice. Remember on Sunday, all these men will be facing off against eachother in a ladder match.

Dixon: The next match is a tag team match-up scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds, from Atlantic City, New Jersey, DEVON DICE!!

[Clutch's "Electric Worry" plays as the crowd erupts in cheers. Devon Dice makes his way onto the stage, and down into the ring.]

Nelson: Devon Dice is ready to go, last week we saw the Dice of old. Cool, calm, and collected, sticking it to Mike Logan.

Hart: Mike Logan and Jacob Baxter are going to teach both Muru and Dice a lesson tonight.

Dice: And his partner, weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds, from Allen Park, Michigan, MURU!

[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. 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]

Nelson: Muru, a huge fan favorite, gives it his all every single time he steps foot in a cWo ring.

Hart: Too bad that effort is meaningless when you lose.

Dixon: And their opponents, introducing first, weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds, from Syndenham, London, England, JACOB BAXTER!

[The lights in the arena dim. White lights begin to flash in throughout the arena as the intro to Oasis' "F***in' in the Bushes" plays. As the song kicks in Jacob Baxter emerges from behind the curtain. He walks down the entrance way exchanging disgusted glances with both sides of the crowd, stopping at the end of entrance way to glance at the ring. He walks up to the apron and reaches for the top rope to hoist himself up. Baxter climbs into the ring and walks around exchanging looks with the audience and his lukewarm welcome. ]

Nelson: Jacob "The Bastard" Baxter is one tough son of a gun, I can't say I like the guy, but can't knock his toughness.

Hart: He's a rather genuine gent, a little rough around the edges, but he grows on you.

Dixon: And his partner, weighing in at two hundred forty three pounds, from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, the current cWo United States Champion, MIKE LOGAN!

["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 Mary-Joe Wolf and Sabrina Swallows to each side of him. Logan doesn't look to be in a smiling mood as he stares straight down the ring as he makes his way out.]

Nelson: Listen to the rain of boos he is getting, he is seriously one of the most hated superstars in cWo, and I don't blame the fans one bit, Mike Logan is a jerk!

Hart: These fans really don't know talent, this is a man that should be revered.

DING DING DING

Nelson: And there's the bell it's going to be Devon Dice and Jacob Baxter starting this one.

[Baxter and Dice circle each other.]

Nelson: A little game of cat and mouse here, who's going to make the first move.

[Dice lunges in and Baxter steps aside. Baxter charges Dice and Dice takes him to the ground with an arm drag. Baxter to his feet and another arm drag by Dice. Dice bounces off the ropes and knocks Baxter to the outside with a dropkick as he gets to his feet.]

Nelson: Wow, Devon Dice on fire here! The Bastard is on the outside now.

Hart: No need to worry, Dice will tire himself out.

[Baxter hops back on the apron and Dice allows him in the ring. They lock up and Dice backs him into the corner. Breaks the tie up and delivers a big chop to the chest.]

Nelson: Big chop by Dice, those will leave welts.

Hart: Those don't affect Baxter, he's used to it.

[Dice climbs the top rope and begins to throw punches to the head of Baxter.]

Nelson: Big left hands from Dice!

Hart: He's really going all out here.

[Dice hops off the ropes, backs up as Baxter stumbles out from the corner. Dice charges Baxter and is met by a spinning back fist to the face.]

Nelson: And Jacob Baxter with a spinning back fist out of left field, knocking Dice back.

Hart: The boy good!

[Baxter grabs Dice from the head and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He turns Dice around and delivers a big European uppercut.]

Nelson: Tables have turned here as Baxter is taking it to Dice.

Hart: It's about time.

[Baxter wraps his arms around Dice and delivers an overhead belly to belly suplex. He pins him]

Nelson: Belly to belly suplex, Baxter the pin.

ONE

TWO

[Dice kicks out.]

Nelson: Two count.

Hart: I'm good, not enough punishment has been dished out.

[Baxter lifts Dice to his feet and walks him over to his corner. He tags in Mike Logan. The two begin to double team Dice in the corner.]

Nelson: Oh ref do something here! This isn't fair!

Hart: Not fair? It's teamwork! This is a tag team match!

[Muru enters the ring and is cut off by the referee, as Logan and Baxter continue to stomp Dice as Muru is lead back to his corner.]

Nelson: Muru trying to plead his case, and he has a legit beef.

Hart: Boo Hoo! Deal with it you big baby!

[Muru leaves the ring and the ref breaks up the double team.]

Nelson: And finally some order is restored here.

[Logan lifts Dice up to his feet and sets him up for a suplex. He lifts and slams Dice down.]

Nelson: Mike Logan displaying some power with a big stalling suplex.

Hart: He really is an Adonis.

[Logan flips Dice over and locks in a reverse chin lock.]

Nelson: Logan has Dice in a bad way here

Hart: Dice has been in a bad way all match.

[Logan releases the hold and brings Dice to his feet. Dice stomps the foot of Logan and delivers a punch to the gut.]

Nelson: Dice fighting back now!

Hart: He'll have to do more than that!

[Dice grabs the doubled over Logan and delivers a Hard Eight!]

Nelson: Hard Eight! Hard Eight! This one could be over.

Hart: Yeah, maybe if Dice could make the pin, but he seems to be out of it!

[Dice begins to crawl towards his corner. Logan begins to move a little towards his.]

Nelson: Dice trying to make the tag.

Hart: Muru looks like he really has to pee.

[Logan approaches his corner and reaches for Baxter. He makes the tag.]

Nelson: And Logan makes the tag!

[Baxter charges towards Dice, and Dice makes the tag to Muru. Baxter backs off as Muru springs to the top rope and delivers a cross body.]

Nelson: Crossbody by Muru! He's amped up!

Hart: Get it together!

[Logan to his feet and is knocked to the outside by a charging Muru.]

Nelson: Muru, letting loose of everyone!

Hart: Someone stop this please, let's go!

[Muru focuses on Baxter and delivers a drop kick. Baxter hits the mat and bounces to his feet. He charges Muru, who delivers a kick to the mid section and slams him down with a DDT.]

Nelson: He means business here tonight, this man giving it all tonight, just days before the big ladder match at Nuclear Warfare this Sunday!

Hart: Muru and Dice will be sorry they got themselves involved.

[Muru rolls Baxter over and pins him.]

ONE

TWO

[Logan runs in to break the count.]

Nelson: And they breathe life with help from Mike Logan, I think it would've been over there.

Hart: Please, Jacob Baxter is tougher than nails.

[Muru lifts Baxter up, whips him across the ring, he springboards off the middle rope and lands a moonsault.]

Nelson: High flying maneuver from Muru. This may be it!

[Muru holds onto for a pin.]

ONE

TWO

[Baxter kicks out.]

Nelson: Another two count, just can't put this one away.

Hart: They're not going to put it away, Joel.

[Muru lifts Baxter to his feet again, Baxter rakes the eyes of Muru, sending him back. Muru takes a swing at the approach Baxter, who sidesteps it and locks in a half nelson!]

Nelson: Muru is in bad shape, this could be the Bastardizer!

Hart: What did I tell you, Joel?

[Baxter lifts Muru up, who tags Dice with his left hand before he comes crashing down across the knee of Baxter.]

Nelson: The Bastardizer!

Hart: Count it, this one is over!

[Dice enters the ring.]

Nelson: Wait a minute! I think Muru tagged Dice, which means Muru can not be pinned! Way to think outside of the box.

Hart: NOOOO!

[Dice stares down Baxter and the two begin to throw haymakers at each other. ]

Nelson: And we got a slug fest in the center of the ring!

[Dice ducks a right hand and sets up a Hard Eight!]

Nelson: Dice has Baxter! This could be it!

Hart: Come on, Baxter! Do something!

[Baxter elbows the side of Dice's head, loosening the hold and locks in a half nelson and lifts Dice up and slams him across his knee.]

Nelson: Bastardizer again!

Hart: Hahahaha, I love it!

[Baxter kneels to the ground about to pin Dice. Mike Logan reaches over and slaps Baxter on the shoulder, making himself the legal man. Baxter stands up confused as Logan enters the ring and lays across Dice.]

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Dixon: And here are your winners, Jacob Baxter and Mike Logan!

Nelson: Mike Logan barely wrestled tonight and he gets credit with the victory! What a weasel!

Hart: He kept himself fresh, there's a huge four man ladder match this Sunday with the US title on the line, he needs to stay rested, Kudos!

[Baxter gets in the face of Logan and shoves him. Logan shoves him back.]

Nelson: This doesn't look good, all hell is about to break loose.

[Baxter tackles Logan and begins to throw punches, the two rolling around on the ground.]

Nelson: I can't tell who has the upper hand.

Hart: They are going at it, I can't wait for Sunday!

[Dice and Muru hop onto the pile and all four men just swinging for the fences, rolling around in a dog pile.]

Nelson: Dog pile in the center of the ring, I can't tell who's hitting who, this is nuts.

[cWo officials rush to the ring and separate the melee.]

Nelson: And finally order is restored.

Hart: Yeah save yourselves for Sunday when it counts!