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 the Wachovia center 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 “Serious fears De Sheik,” “Chandler Dalmon: Schools Out” and “I left my wife to be here” The camera then focuses on Joel Nelson and Robbie Hart seated at the announce position.]

Nelson: We are live and in living colour in yet another installment of cWo's Driven folks and it doesn't get any better than this! Little over five weeks until Tony Awesome relinquishes his power to you, the fans!

Hart: But Tony Awesome's still our boss today Joel! And tonight he's proven that he doesn't need these peoples' help, he's got everything under control!

Nelson: We got a bang up show top to bottom tonight. New U.S. Champion Muru will be in action tonight.

[A graphic shows on the screen highlighting Muru vs. Thaddeus Walker for the United States Championship.]

Hart: That's right Muru is gonna go up against the one man who still capable of preventing the second World War, Thaddeus Walker! But that's not all, look at our main event!

[A graphic then shows highlighting Chazz Mendel vs. Jacob Baxter.]

Nelson: A Driven first. If memory serves this is a cWo first. Jacob Baxter in our main event locking it up with Chazz Mendel, who's still gotta be feeling the effects of his I quit match against Nick Dangerous.

Hart: That was the past Joel, there's gonna be no excuses when that bell rings.

DING DING DING

Dixon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

["Triumph" by the Wu Tang Clan hits the PA system. Boos are heard as Brother Shabazz makes his entrance, seemingly unmoved by the fans reaction, he holds handcuffs over his head triumphantly as if it's a World Title as he walks down.]

Dixon: Entering the ring first, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, from New Haven Connecticut. Brotherrrrr Shabazz!

Hart: Brother Shabazz playing the role of J.J. Carter tonight.

Nelson: Shabazz had earlier taken it upon himself to do what J.J. Carter couldn't bring himself to do last week, when this happened, take a look.

[We see a clip from earlier today appear on the screen.]

[Mr. Rich sits with his team of security. He sits in his golden wheel chair as he is filing his nails. Brother Shabazz walks up to him.]

Shabazz: We need to talk!

Mr. Rich: Damn right we do. What happened last week was a disgrace. Not only did your boy disregard our little game plan, but he lost like the low class urban loser that he is and he cost some needy children a lot of money!

Shabazz: Listen, you been asking the wrong guy to do your deal bro. Let me handle this thing for ya.

Mr. Rich: What is it with your friend? It's like he looks down upon me or something. Too good to except my generous money. Or is it because I am handicapped? Is that it? Does he look down on people who uses wheels on a chair as mode of transportation. Someone ought to teach that young man a thing or two. Maybe have him sit down in some sort of diversity class or something so that he may understand the challenges I face! And those challenges are not my doing but at the hands of Giant Maxx and that hillbilly hick, Barrett Hawk!

Shabazz: Listen, gimme them cuffs. I know the plan, when I'm through Dwight Yokum and his special friend, brothers be cryin'.

[Mr. Rich stares at one of his guards and then nods his head. The security guard grabs a pair of handcuffs and tosses them over to Brother Shabazz.]

Mr. Rich: I hope you won't let me down Mr. Shabazz!

[Brother Shabazz walks off as we then see Brother Shabazz in the ring awaiting his opponent.]

Hart: I think whatever Rich has planned for Giant Maxx and Barrett Hawk will be carried out in spades tonight.

Nelson: The buzz word that's going around the locker room in regards to Brother Shabazz is loose cannon. He's earned himself a mean streak.

[The introduction to Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Simple Man" plays. Some chatter is heard in the crowd in anticipation of Barrett Hawk. As the intro passes, Barrett Hawk comes out wearing his trademark cowboy hat, Giant Maxx waves around an American flag as the two make their way down the aisle.]

Dixon: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Giant Maxx. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. Raised in Sulphur, Oklahoma. Barreeeeett Hawk!

Hart: And as usual Barrett Hawk looks like he just left a funeral, what is it with him?

Nelson: Hawk's a super serious kind of guy. He knows that he's got Mr. Rich breathing down his neck, while J.J. Carter and Brother Shabazz are motivated by dollar signs. Even more cause for concern tonight, because unlike Carter, I don't think Shabazz' moral integrity is all that strong.

Hart: You wanna talk about integrity? At least when Shabazz says he's gonna do something he does it. About a month ago he told J.J. Carter that he's through sittin' around waiting for something to happen. He wants to move up, he doesn't climb the first wrung of a ladder and say "that's as high as I wanna go." He wants to see the view from the top.

[Hawk enters the ring after throwing his hat to the audience, keeping his eyes on Brother Shabazz, who stands in the ring dangling handcuffs before him.]

Hart: Aren't you curious to know what Mr. Rich's big plan is?

Nelson: I'd be comfortable living the rest of my life never knowing about it.

[Barrett Hawk enters the ring walking up the stairs, Maxx takes a supportive role on the outside of the ring as Hawk's music fades. Before the match is under way referee Aaron Blake pleads with Brother Shabazz to put the handcuffs away. Shabazz stands his ground as he argues back.]

Nelson: We got a bit of a problem here.

Hart: Doesn't Aaron Blake know there's a master plan at work here?

Nelson: These two are supposed to have a match, Mr. Rich's plan can wait!

[Fans cheer as Aaron Blake forcibly takes the handcuffs away from Shabazz and summons Tiffany Tolberg to ringside to take them.]

Hart: Some balls on Aaron Blake!

Nelson: Commendable decision from our esteemed referee.

DING DING DING

Nelson: Here's Brother Shabazz cutting right to the chase and ooh!

[Brother Shabazz immediately charges after Hawk. He goes for a mafia kick, but Hawk sidesteps it.]

Nelson: Not that easy.

[Shabazz turns around to face Hawk, who begins digging into him with right snap jabs.]

Nelson: Hawk with repeated jabs to the face.

[Referee Aaron Blake warns Hawk about closed fists.]

Hart: I think knowing what these two know about each other this is going to simply be a fight.

[Hawk knocks Shabazz down with a discus right.]

Nelson: Ooh!

Hart: Here's what we know. We know Mr. Rich has a master plan for Barrett Hawk and Giant Maxx.

[As Shabazz gets up, Hawk stuns him with a bionic elbow.]

Hart: J.J. Carter doesn't have it in him to carry out the plan and now Brother Shabazz is here to pick up the pieces.

[Two more bionic elbows later Hawk sends Shabazz against the ropes.]

Nelson: Barrett Hawk hits the dropkick. I wonder if that's part of the plan.

Hart: Hey are you getting snippy?

[Brother Shabazz rolls out of the ring.]

Hart: You know this is all for charity!

[Hawk follows after Shabazz to the outside.]

Nelson: Well I'd like to see the numbers Mr. Rich is offering.

Hart: Oh I'm sure it's huge.

[Shabazz turns to face Hawk, who hits him with stiff forearm shots.]

Nelson: Well it's not gonna be easy to collect from the looks of things.

[Hawk then whips him to the guard rail towards the corner.]

Nelson: Oooh.

Hart: I said this was gonna be a fight Joel!

[Hawk charges after a stunned Shabazz. Shabazz however finds a way out as he catches Hawk on the way towards him and stunguns him over the rail.]

Hart: And I think Hawk just lost the fight right here!

Nelson: Barrett Hawk just ate the guard rail.

[Cameras see Hawk laying on the floor, clutching his throat as he lets out some coughs.]

Nelson: He's not looking good after that.

Hart: You should know by now that Brother Shabazz is ruthless. He beat up Ramone Wade for looking at him funny. He's gonna do now as he does on the streets.

[Shabazz walks Hawk by the hair towards the ring apron as he rolls him into the ring. He hangs Hawk's upper torso over the apron, and he mashes his forearm against the cheekbone of Barrett Hawk.]

Hart: See look at this! Brother Shabazz isn't a wrestler's wrestler. He's a brawler, a street fighter.

[Shabazz relents as he enters the ring. He positions Barrett Hawk by the ropes, sitting him on his knees as he locks Barrett in a cravate, while pulling his neck down on the middle rope. Aaron Blake counts to five, causing Shabazz to relinquish the hold at the last second.]

Nelson: Yes, Shabazz has a style of his own.

[Shabazz transitions from a squat to a stand, as he looks down on Barrett Hawk. He helps him to his feet.]

Nelson: Problem with that style is that it really skirts the issue between legal and illegal.

[Again, Shabazz places Hawk in a cravate which drapes Hawk's neck over the ropes.]

Hart: Look at this!

Nelson: See and I'm not just talking illegal as far as wrestling holds go, I'm talking illegal according to the law.

Hart: You're relating Brother Shabazz to a common criminal?

[Shabazz relinquishes the hold again before the five. With Barrett leaning his chest against the ropes, Shabazz pulls them back, knocking Hawk to the mat.]

Hart: Do I have to remind you again that all this is for charity?

Nelson: Only Mr. Rich can make me feel guilty seeing money donated to charity.

Hart: Doesn't the end justify the means here?

[Shabazz at his own pace catches up with a recovering Hawk. Hawk quickly gets to his knees, firing right hands into the abdomen of Brother Shabazz. Shabazz is sent back by the force of the punch.]

Nelson: Can't Mr. Rich just give money to charity without all this?

Hart: Mr. Rich is the type who likes a challenge.

[Shabazz attempts to get back in position but Hawk fends him off with another right.]

Nelson: Oh yeah, real admirable of him right?

[Shabazz has enough as he fires back with a hard kick to the head.]

Nelson: There's that care free offense of Brother Shabazz, which can only be classified as violent. It's not poetry in motion, it's just punishment.

Hart: There's no place for showmanship if you wanna be successful. I say good on him.

[Shabazz picks up a downed Hawk to his feet, hitting a brief vertical suplex.]

Nelson: Vertical suplex from Shabazz. Rolls over for a pin.

ONE

Nelson: Just a one count. Brother Shabazz, he's choking him now!

[Fans boo as Aaron Blake comes close to a five count before Shabazz comes to a halt.]

Nelson: Gotta wonder how much of this Aaron Blake is gonna allow.

Hart: He's already pushing his luck with Shabazz taking his handcuffs away, you don't want to spoil his match now!

[Brother Shabazz gets up to his feet, he takes a moment to look down on Hawk, before backing against the ropes.]

Nelson: Shabazz off the ropes. Leg drop across the neck!

Hart: Smart strategy, leave him out of breath, nothing wrong with that.

Nelson: Pin attempt.

ONE

Nelson: Another one.

[Shabazz shakes his head disapprovingly as he gets back to his feet, he meanders towards the corner of the ring, as he begins untying the top turnbuckle pad.]

Nelson: How do you justify this?

Hart: Are we sure he's loosening it or tightening it? He could be doing a very noble thing here!

[Aaron Blake is heard shouting "stop it or I'll disqualify you right now!" Shabazz raises his arms innocently, conceding to Blake, who begins tying the turnbuckle back.]

Nelson: Wait a minute, wh-what now?

[Fans boo as Shabazz digs into his pants and pulls out a fork. He catches up to Hawk, who's crawled out to the apron. Holding his arms over the top rope, he clutches Hawk's head and jabs the fork into his forehead.]

Nelson: Is that a fork?

Hart: It's not Head On that's for sure! Shabazz is digging into Hawk like a fancy steak dinner!

[Fans boo loudly as Hawk screams in pain. Shabazz keeps an eye out for Aaron Blake while taking moments to enjoy his work.]

Nelson: This is just sadistic!

Hart: Sometimes you just gotta do whatever it takes!

[Shabazz throws the fork to the mat as Aaron Blake returns to action. His face shows a look that doesn't trust what Shabazz was doing while he wasn't looking, as he pulls Hawk to his feet.]

Hart: Shabazz will take this back in the ring, don't worry.

Nelson: Shabazz is going for a suplex.

[Shabazz lifts Hawk up, but Hawk is able to land on his feet behind Shabazz and roll him up.]

Nelson: Not quite! Hawk rolls him up!

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Hawk almost surprised us with the victory!

[Shabazz kicks out, forcing Hawk to stumble into the second rope. Hawk collects himself and turns to a recovering Shabazz. He takes him down with a running back elbow.]

Nelson: Hawk's building steam!

[Shabazz gets to his feet, and is taken down again.]

Nelson: Clothesline!

[Shabazz gets to his feet again. He swings at Hawk with a punch.]

Nelson: Shabazz misses a right hand.

[Hawk takes Shabazz down with a back suplex.]

Nelson: Hawk with a suplex!

Hart: Oh no!

[Hawk goes for a pin.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: No! Not gonna be enough!

[Shabazz shows he's still in the game as he pushes Hawk off of him and quickly, yet exhaustedly gets to his feet and backs against the turnbuckle. Hawk charges at him and leaps onto the second ropes. He surveys the audience before coming down on Shabazz with repeated punches.]

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

[Maxx is seen counting along.]

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

[Shabazz then blocks an eighth punch.]

Hart: Not so fast!

[Shabazz pushes Hawk by the chest, and drops him on his back.]

Hart: Hawk got a bit too excited.

[Shabazz charges a recovering Hawk, who catches him on the way, and wraps his arms around his body.]

Nelson: Belly to belly suplex!

[The fans cheer as Shabazz rolls out of the ring and drops between the ring and and the announce booth.]

Hart: He's out here in front of us now!

[Shabazz is on one hand, on his knees as he nurses his back with his other, then agonizingly sits on his knees as he huffs and puffs, regaining his composure. Then Hawk attempts to leave the ring, but Aaron Blake stands in his way, telling him to stay inside.]

Nelson: Aaron Blake doing his best to keep this match in the ring.

Hart: Hey if Hawk wants to fight Shabazz on his turf let him!

[He argues with Blake as Shabazz is back to his feet, and seen telling Tolberg "give me the cuffs." Tolberg shows reluctance when Shabazz repeats "gimme them cuffs or I'lll whoop ya ass."]

Nelson: Wait just a minute here.

[Shabazz slides back in the ring with the cuffs, as Hawk welcomes him with boots to the back.]

Nelson: I'm not sure of Hawk's seen it, but Brother Shabazz just got his handcuffs back.

Hart: Brother's gotta get paid!

[Hawk aggressively brings Shabazz to his feet, who appears to have dropped his cuffs to the mat, Hawk hits a European uppercut that sends him back into the ropes.]

Nelson: He might be more aware now as Hawk maintains the offense.

[Hawk hits a series of three bionic elbows as Shabazz' arms are hooked to the ropes. Hawk goes for an irish whip.]

Nelson: Irish whip!

[Shabazz and Hawk go against opposite ropes, as Hawk attempts a clothesline.]

Nelson: Clothesline, missed!

[Shabazz hits the other ropes as Hawk stops and turns around, he squats down preparing to catch Shabazz.]

Nelson: He returns, and...

[Shabazz stops in his tracks as he sees what Hawk's going for and turns it down.]

Hart: Good thinkin' Shabazz!

[Hawk doesn't hesitate as he instead takes Shabazz down with a double leg takedown.]

Nelson: Texas Cloverleaf! Texas Cloverleaf! This could be it!

Hart: He does't have it in yet Joel!

[Shabazz squirms and struggles as Hawk attempts to get his legs into place. Shabazz inches his way towards the ropes, and more importantly the handcuffs. He pulls his legs in after getting a hold of the cuffs, slams the cuffs against his head.]

Nelson: Wait a minute!

[Aaron Blake sees enough as he calls for the bell.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: Shabazz just got himself disqualified using those cuffs as a weapon!

[Hawk falls to the mat, as Maxx is seen shaking his head saying "no no no no no!" Shabazz gets to his feet, mounting Hawk and delivering hard right hands.]

Hart: Brother Shabazz is about to give Hawk the beating of a lifetime!

[Maxx enters the ring as he pleads with Brother Shabazz to stop it.]

Hart: What's Maxx doing? Why isn't he doing anything to stop it!

Nelson: I don't think Giant Maxx knows exactly what to do. Last time he behaved irrationally he almost lost his job.

Hart: And he crippled Mr. Rich!

[Shabazz gets up, irritated by Maxx's whining, he gets up and in Maxx's face. Maxx puts his hands together as he pleads "please please please! I'll be you're friend!"]

Hart: Well I don't think what he's doing now is gonna stop anything!

[Shabazz returns to work as he pulls a battered Hawk towards the ropes, and places one handcuff around his wrist.]

Hart: What's the plan Joel?

Nelson: I don't know, what makes you think I would know that?

[Security guards are then seen barrelling down the aisle.]

Nelson: Thankfully I don't think we're gonna get to know.

[Shabazz cuffs Hawk to the second rope, as five security guards are seen in the ring, they take a defensive stance, looking at Brother Shabazz. Tensions ease as they take a more relaxed stance, looking at a worried Giant Maxx, who stands in the center of the ring.]

Hart: What is going on here!

[From the entrance way, we then see a pickup truck slowly backing out, which holds a miniature cage, which stands next to a wheelchair bound Mr. Rich, with a security guard standing behind him.]

Nelson: What the...?

[Maxx looks confused as a concerned yet helpless and worn out Barrett Hawk looks on. Security members and Shabazz crowd around Giant Maxx, trying to restrain him, grabbing his arms and body trying to keep him stead, but suddenly fans cheer as Maxx shoves them all away letting out a loud, aggressive scream.]

Nelson: They're messing with the wrong giant!

[Security members charge Maxx, who sends them all down with right and left hands.]

Nelson: Atta boy Maxx!

Hart: This is crazy!

[Maxx takes Shabazz down with a clothesline, a security guard then jumps on Maxx's back, Maxx struggles around the ring.]

Hart: There's six guys here, I don't think even Maxx can handle all this!

[Then a second security guard jumps on Maxx's back, as he continues to struggle to break free.]

Nelson: There are two men on Maxx's back but he's still standing!

[Maxx reaches back with both arms, and snap mares both guards over the top rope to the outside.]

Nelson: And they're out of there!

[Another security guard charges Maxx, but he back body drops him outside of the ring.]

Nelson: There goes another!

[Two remaining guards start throwing wild right hands to the head of Maxx. Maxx absorbs the damage as he knocks them both down with a double clothesline.]

Nelson: Mr. Rich is gonna need more than this!

[Brother Shabazz then leaps on Maxx's back, wearing him down with hard right hands to the side of the head, Maxx falls on his knees.]

Hart: Brother Shabazz is single handedly taking care of business!

[Shabazz is relentless as he continues digging in with right hands. The rest of the security come back to the scene, overwhelming Maxx with kicks and punches.]

Nelson: This is ridiculous. Of all the nasty things Mr. Rich is responsible for this is the most elaborate scheme I've ever seen.

Hart: If I don't know better I'd say Mr. Rich wants to put Maxx in that cage!

Nelson: What kind of a human being is he?

[Fans boo as Maxx shows little resistance to the assault of the six men in the ring, Hawk reaches out to him desperately but is unable to help.]

Nelson: I can see why J.J. Carter wanted no part of this.

Hart: What does Mr. Rich get out of putting Giant Maxx in a cage anyways?

Nelson: I don't know Robbie but this is going too far.

[Suddenly fans cheer as a purposeful J.J. Carter rushes down the aisle with a chair.]

Nelson: Wait a minute, it's J.J. Carter!

[Mr. Rich looks on concerned as Carter enters the ring, Shabazz and most of the security take notice as they rush out of the ring, except for one guard who continues to stomp away at Maxx. He's late to react as he turns to Carter and gets a chair to the head.]

Hart: Ah!

Nelson: Carter just scored a taste of retribution on the behalf of Barrett Hawk and Giant Maxx. Lord knows what would've happened of J.J. Carter didn't come make the save!

[J.J. Carter tends to both Hawk and Maxx as he then looks on at Brother Shabazz with disdain. Mr. Rich looks on disgustedly at the three in the ring.]

Nelson: We gotta take a break folks.

Hart: Who's gonna uncuff Barrett Hawk from the ring?...

[The show fades to commercials as Carter is seen calling for help as he looks over a restrained Hawk.]

[Notorious JON stands in Tony Awesome's office. Tony sits behind his desk, looking uneasy.]

Tony "Totally" Awesome: I don't know if I can do that.

Notorious JON: You run cWo! You can do whatever you want! You're the hand that feeds everyone in the locker room, they wouldn't dare cut that hand!

Tony "Totally" Awesome: I mean, I know you have a clause in your contract about title shots, but I don't really think that relates to other people's title shots!

Notorious JON: But who else could possibly contend? I mean, she's proven herself!

Tony "Totally" Awesome: I made it clear that the champions were the ones to pick the possible contenders!

Notorious JON: And who's Maddie gonna pick? Easy competition, right? You and I both know that Lana Lexington is a star! She's the next big thing in women's wrestling!

Tony "Totally" Awesome: Well, she hasn't really...

Notorious JON: Hasn't really what? Succeeded? Beaten anyone? You saw the match at Warfare!! She beat Jen Diamond, the best woman wrestler in history, right there in the center of the ring! Has Evette ever done that? Has Natalie Mercer? Has Bellatrix Drake? Has Cassie Charisma? No! So why should THEY get the chance?

Tony "Totally" Awesome: I'll think about it.

Notorious JON: Think about it? She's your blood. Tony! Your BLOOD!

Tony "Totally" Awesome: Alright. Fine. But I'm not garaunteeing you she'll get the shot, that's the fans' decision, not mine!

Notorious JON: Of course... but really, Tony, this is in the bag. I mean, who do the fans love more than me?...

[Cameras transition from the backstage area, surveying the Philadelphia crowd.]

Hart: Nothing's more precious than a father's love for his daughter.

Nelson: Yeah, real touching. Who's to say Lana Lexington isn't an eligable contender without Jon's help?

Hart: Hmmm well uhh..a...a little extra push couldn't hurt!

[Cameras focus on Hart and Nelson.]

Nelson: Well before we get to the next match folks, during the break cWo staff worked their butts off to uncuff Barrett Hawk from the ring, move a truck backstage, and shoo off Mr. Rich and his thugs.

Hart: And we're just getting started!

[We see footage from before the break, with J.J. Carter's mad dash down the aisle.]

Nelson: One of the more elaborate revenge plots I've seen was being carried out when J.J. Carter thankfully came to the rescue.

Hart: Look at this!...

[We see Carter again nail the security guard with a steel chair.]

Hart: Ooooh!

Nelson: Mr. Rich owes us a serious explanation for this sad display...

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.]

Nelson: This match stemmed from last week’s Full Throttle in a confrontation between Johnny Vandal and Chris Michaels.

Hart: Yeah Joel, Vandal was just trying to talk to Michaels and the primadonna blew him off?

Nelson: Well, we do know that Chris Michaels had a lot on his mind, feeling betrayed by his friend Notorious JON.

Dixon: And his opponent...

[“Superstar” by Saliva hits the PA and the crowd jumps to their feet as the “HotShot” makes heads to the ring.”]

Dixon: From Roanoke, Va, “HotShot” Chris Michaels.

[Michaels heads down the ramp slapping hands.]

Nelson: This will be Michaels first match on Driven since the Driven before Cyberslam.

Hart: He lost then, and I’ll bet you he loses tonight.

[Michaels slides in the ring and gives his trademark one fist salute to the fans. Michaels looks over at the ring at Vandal who looks focused and is showing no emotion on his face.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: This should be a good match and a great test for Michaels in his return.

Hart: How many returns does he get? He was gone for a month, this isn’t a return!

[Michaels and Vandal meet in the center of the ring and Vandal starts mouthing off to Michaels. Michaels hauls off and slaps Vandal in the face.]

Nelson: Well, I think Michaels has shown Vandal that he won’t be intimidated.

[Vandal, holding his jaw, walks back towards Michaels who now floors him with a left hand.]

Hart: CLOSED FISTS!

[Vandal slides to the outside to catch a breather.]

Nelson: I think Vandal has been shown that Chris Michaels certainly isn’t the washed up old man that some people seem to think.

Hart: Bah. Vandal is just getting his thoughts together.

[Vandal slides back into the ring and finally they tie up in a collar and elbow. Vandal puts Michaels in a headlock, but Michaels shoots him off the ropes. Vandal takes Michaels down with a shoulder tackle. Michaels gets up holding his head and Vandal charges at him again, falls flat and Vandal hops over him. Vandal comes off the rope and Michaels goes for a hip toss, but Vandal blocks it and takes him down with a vicious clothesline.]

Nelson: Vandal just took Michaels’ head off.

Hart: Go Johnny, Go!

[Vandal picks Michaels up and hooks both arms.]

Nelson: Double arm suplex, Vandal makes the cover.

ONE

TWO

[Michaels kicks out, but Vandal stays on the offensive picking up Michaels and irish whipping him into the corner.]

Nelson: Vandal playing it smart and staying on the offensive.

[Vandal charges at Michaels, but Michaels hops over and goes for a sunset flip.]

Nelson: Michaels almost has Vandal over, but no, Vandal sits straight down.

[Vandal reaches behind and grabs the ropes.]

Hart: Smart move.

ONE

TWO

[The referee sees Vandal’s hands on the ropes and stops counting. Forcing Vandal to get off of Michaels.]

Vandal: Oh come on!

Nelson: Vandal seems to be frustrated, but goes right back on the offensive pounding Michaels with lefts and rights.

[Michaels is covering up as Vandal pounds away until the referee pulls him off.]

Hart: Oh c’mon, what’s he stopping him for?

[Vandal delivers a couple of stiff kicks to Michaels’ back, the thud reverberating through the entire arena.]

Nelson: ooohhh, that’s gotta hurt.

[Vandal picks Michaels up by the back of the head and delivers a reverse DDT.]

Hart: That’s got to be the end.

[Vandal makes the cover.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: The HotShot just barely kicks out in time.

[Vandal pounds the mat, thinking this match should be over.]

Hart: I realize he’s frustrated, but even I know Michaels isn’t going out this easy.

[Vandal picks Michaels up again but Michaels delivers a blow to the midsection, and another, and another. Michaels hits the ropes to get some momentum, but is met with a spear from Vandal.]

Nelson: Every time it appears we’re going to see one of HotShot’s comebacks, Vandal shuts him down.

[Vandal doesn’t go for the pin this time, but instead picks Michaels right up and delivers a belly to belly suplex.]

Nelson: Vandal is just going to town on Michaels, maybe he was right and he does have the HotShot’s number.

Hart: If the number is “old” that’s his age.

[Vandal picks up Michaels again and sets him up for a suplex. He holds Michaels in the air.]

Nelson: A delayed suplex, he’s letting all the blood rush to Michaels head.

[Vandal holds him up for a few more seconds and then drops him on his head for a brain buster.]

Hart: That’s got to be it.

[Vandal starts slapping his right leg signaling for a superkick.]

Nelson: He’s trying to make a statement here, he wants to beat Michaels with his own move.

[Michaels starts to stir a little. Vandal is getting impatient.]

Vandal: GET UP MICHAELS!

[Michaels gets to his hands and knees, but can’t seem to make it all the way up. Vandal throws his hands up in the air and goes over to Michaels. He picks him up by the hair, but Michaels hops up, shoves Vandal away and nails him with a superkick.]

Nelson: He was playing possum!

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Dixon: Here is your winner, the “HotShot” Chris Michaels....

[Superstar plays as Michaels celebrates around the ring.]

Nelson: Vandal dominated this match, but the veteran Chris Michaels pulls it out again.

Hart: Vandal will know better next time!

Nelson: If he doesn't, he ought to. Michaels just showed Johnny Vandal tonight that the more things change, the more they stay the same. It's not the cWo Vandal remembers, but "HotShot" Chris Michaels is still the man.

[Suddenly Motley Crue's "Dr. Feelgood" hits the PA system. Fans boo as Victor Emmit is seen coming down the aisle.]

Nelson: Victor Emmit?

Hart: Victor Emmit! What a pleasant surprise!

Nelson: It's definitely a surprise.

[Emmit enthusiastically makes his way to the ring and once he gets on the apron he holds his hands up to show Michaels he isn’t there to fight. Michaels backs off, looking at him with an angered expression.]

Emmit: Hey brother, relax. You're lookin' at me like you wanna war. I don't wanna war, man. Check this out, alright?

[Victor walks a little closer to Chris Michaels, as he gets comfortable.]

Emmit: I wanna clear a little something up with you. I know last week you said some things, I said some things, it was harsh for everyone involved. But I've been talkin' to the big man over the week, he tells m you're cool. Now I know you're not much for parties these days. I know that while Jon and I are rippin' up karaoke bars you're...driving your kids to school..and probably watching CSI with your wife..

[Victor looks unenthused at the prospects of family life.]

Emmit: But I want us to be cool. I want you to take a step on the wild side.

[Michaels looks at Emmit quizzically.]

Emmit: See Jon and I, we ordered a pizza, Jon's out getting twinkies and made some mix tapes for you and your lady friend Jenny that would make Neil Young blush. It's our way of saying sorry for all this drama. What do you say we go back, you call the wife, say you'll be home a little late, we smoke a peace pipe and start fresh.

[Victor gestures to Michaels to come along with him. Michaels just looks on in disgust.]

Emmit: C'mon, let's do it!

[Michaels shakes his head no.]

Nelson: I think Emmit has his answer.

[Emmit becomes disappointed.]

Emmit: Alright, cool. You don't wanna hang out. I guess I can tell Jon to hold off on buying the geritol.

Hart: Whoa!

[Michaels smiles at Emmit patronizingly as he slaps him in the face. The impact of the slap spins Victor around as he falls to one knee. He looks at Michaels shockingly as Michaels laughs.]

Nelson: How do you like that?

[Emmit gets up quickly and kicks him between the legs. The fans go from cheering to unanimous "ooooohs." Victor stands over a pained HotShot.]

Nelson: Alright that's enough. Victor just responded to a slap with a low blow.

Hart: One upsmanship is the name of Victor Emmit's game!

[Out of nowhere, Johnny Vandal takes the attention as he kicks Victor Emmit in the gut, and hits him with Vandalism.]

Hart: Wait a minute. Victor Emmit just got Vandalized!

Nelson: What the? What's he doing that for?

[Emmit rolls out of the ring, as Johnny Vandal turns his attention to Chris Michaels.]

Hart: I think he's making a statement now, he might have lost the battle but he's not gonna win the war!

Nelson: Vandal's turned his attention to Chris Michaels.

[There's a buzz in the crowd as Vandal stalks over Michaels. Michaels sits up, wincing in pain, as Vandal stares him eye to eye. Michaels takes notice, and looks uneasy as he's obviously feeling the effects of the low blow.]

Hart: He's helping him?

Nelson: That's a relief.

[Fans cheer as Johnny Vandal offers a hand to Michaels to help him up.]

Nelson: Looks like Johnny Vandal's feeling humbled after his match with the old timer, "HotShot" Chris Michaels.

Hart: Didn't take him long to lose his edge huh?

Nelson: Tell that to Victor Emmit. I think Chris Michaels just taught Vandal a valuable lesson tonight...

[We fade to commercials as we see Johnny Vandal and Michaels exchanging a handshake as they reach an understanding.]

Nelson: Welcome back. What we're about to see couldn't be more appropriate given what we've just seen. Just moments after Chris Michaels seemingly humbled the rebel rousing Johnny Vandal, we're about to get a word from both ASM and Ronnie Wilkins. Let's see what Wilkins and ASM had to say earlier this evening.

[Backstage, there are two comfortable looking chairs on the right hand side of the screen each housing a massive body. One holds the huge figure of ASM, and the other one holds the even bigger man known as Ronnie Wilkins. We also see Jason Duran sitting in a chair opposite of the two big men, unsure of the situation in front of him. He clears his throat and the interview begins.]

Jason Duran: So, Ronnie Wilkins…how does it feel to sit here in the same room who ended your unbeaten run in the cWo just short of one week ago?

Ronnie Wilkins: Well I’m obviously not happy about it. I thought I wrestled a good match but ASM was able to pull the win out in the end.

[ASM smirks a little bit and looks at Wilkins, obviously enjoying the fact that he’s sitting next to a man who he’s already beaten.]

Jason Duran: So then why are the two of you sitting here together? ASM put an axe into your Hummer, you brutally attacked him with a chair, and backstage. I don’t think I’m alone in wondering where this sudden…respect is coming from you two.

Ronnie Wilkins: Well I’m going to chalk up some of the things I did over the past month to youthful inexperience and over-excitement. This is kind of a big deal to me and when I was put in a position to really establish myself with a big timer like ASM…I might have gone a little too far.

ASM: I think we both might have taken things a bit too far. I’m sure neither of us regrets them but we aren’t exactly happy with our actions.

Ronnie Wilkins: Which brings us to why we are really both here. There is a person we’re willing to put our differences aside for, and that person is Mac Johnson.

ASM: That little weasel Pilchard stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and now his latest pet-project is in way over his head.

Ronnie Wilkins: And that’s why I wanted to bring you here ASM. I know Mac called you out last week, but I think after what happened last week he needs to go through me to get to you.

[ASM looks at Wilkins quizzically and doesn’t respond right away.]

Ronnie Wilkins: What do you say let me get the first crack at him and prove that he’s not in our league and then we can finish this thing the right way!

[ASM smiles a little bit before responding.]

ASM: Fine, you take him on next week at Driven but if you can’t take care of business, then mark my words Mac Johnson…you’ll be seeing me soon after and it won’t end well for you.

[The scene fades out as ASM gets up from his chair and walks out of the room and Wilkins cracks his knuckles, smiling to himself.]

Nelson: You heard it here first folks. Ronnie Wilkins against Mac Johnson next week on Driven!

Hart: Wilkins doesn't know who he's messing with!..

DING DING DING

Dixon: The following contest is for the United States Championship and is set for one fall! Introducing first, the Challenger, from Brooklyn New York and weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds.. here is THADDEEUUUUS WAAAAALKKKEEERR!

["The Mapple Leaf Rag" begins to play and the crowd boos as Thaddeus Walker steps out from the entrance curtain alone. He looks determained, and forgoes his usual fanfare, only clutching an envelope to his heart.]

Nelson: Well, it looks like Thaddeus is focused tonight!

Hart: We saw it earlier, he recieved a letter that touched him..

[We then see footage from earlier today. Thaddeus Walker sits in a leather chair in his makeshift palor. His eyes look watery as he reads a peice of paper that he holds in his hands. The door opens and CB Fowler enters.]

CB: TW! You ready for tonight? It's time to take back the American Territories!

[Thaddeus dabs his eyes.]

Thaddeus: Of course. Of course. Sorry, CB... I've just been touched by this letter.

CB: A letter?

Thaddeus: A simple American wrote to me with a tragic tale of heartbreak and deciet. I cannot let his injustice stand, CB!

CB: Well, take it out on Muru!

Thaddeus: I fear that it is not the Japanese, such as my opponent tonight, that are responsible for such a grevious offense, CB, but we as Americans all are!

CB: Not followin' you..

Thaddeus: Tonight isn't the appropriate time! CB, I'll need you to book us passage to Full Throttle! It shall be a long ocean voyage for sure, but must adress this personally!

[We return to action as Thaddeus walks around the ring.]

Hart: Look, he can't even put it down!

[Thaddeus hands the envelope to the time keeper.]

Thaddeus: Guard this with your very life!

[Thaddeus slides into the ring, and begins doing old timey calistenics to warm up.]

Nelson: Muru made an open challenge to anyone looking for a United States title shot and Thaddeus Walker answered the call.

Hart: A fitting opponent if you ask me Joel. Let’s not forget that Thaddeus Walker was once champion of all the American territories!

[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 with the United States title around his waist]

Dixon: And his opponent from Allen Park, Michigan and weighing two hundred and twenty-five pounds…the cWo United States Champion…MuuuuRuuuu!!!!!

[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: The fans really showing their support for Muru. He is one of the fan favorites and it’s easy to see why. I think the fans can relate to him.

Hart: I agree with you.

Nelson: You do?

Hart: Of course not Joel!

DING DING DING

[The match is underway and the two men lock up. Walker takes the early advantage with a headlock and is really applying the pressure. Muru is trying to get free but Thaddeus is relentless with the hold]

Nelson: Muru is trying to break free of the grasp of Thaddeus Walker and is driving elbows to his midsection. He gets free and he comes off the ropes looking to hit a flying forearm. Thaddeus is able to dodge it and goes right back to the headlock.

Hart: That is one way to keep Muru grounded.

[As Thaddeus continues to apply pressure Muru once again goes back to the elbows to break the hold. This time when he breaks free he applies a headlock of his own]

Nelson: Muru giving Thaddeus Walker a taste of his own elixir.

Hart: Thaddeus isn’t going to stand for this!

[Thaddeus is fighting off the hold but Muru uses the headlock to hit a bulldog which drives Walker’s face into the mat. Muru then climbs to the outside apron and slingshots himself over the top and hit’s a leg drop to the back of Walker’s head]

Nelson: Thaddeus getting back to his feet and Muru uses a front face lock to keep control. Walker uses a strong right hand to break free. He then connects with a straight right hand to the jaw of Muru. Muru is reeling and Walker continues with quick jabs.

Hart: Knock him out Thaddeus!

[One last hard right drops Muru to the mat. Thaddeus with a lateral press]

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Nelson: Muru is able to get his shoulder up! He looks a little dazed but Muru still has some fight left in him.

Hart: Hopefully not much though. Muru has been champion long enough.

[Thaddeus locks in an arm bar putting pressure on the shoulder and elbow of Muru. Muru counters out of it and gets behind Thaddeus Walker and bring him to the mat by grabbing both of his legs. Muru then hits an elbow to the back of Walker. He follows that up another]

Nelson: Muru is heading to the middle rope now and we could see some of the high flying he is capable of. Thaddeus is making his way to his feet.

Hart: Watch out Thaddeus!

[Walker turns around and Muru leaps from the ropes. He catches Thaddeus in a tornado DDT and drives him to the mat. Walker is sprawled out on the mat and Muru is heading to the top rope]

Nelson: This could be it! We might see a Muru Splash here…

Hart: Not so fast Joel. Thaddeus is making his way to his feet and stumbles into the ropes!

Nelson: Muru falls from the top rope and lands on the mat hard. This could be the advantage Walker needed.

Hart: He doesn’t need an advantage against Muru!

[Thaddeus pulls Muru into the center of the ring and applies a single leg crab which has Muru visibly in pain after his top rope fall]

Nelson: Walker applies pressure to the leg and back of Muru now and Muru is doing all he can to make it to the ropes.

Hart: It is nice to see that during a time when swine flu is running rampant Thaddeus walker is bringing old school back with the Polio Leglock.

Nelson: That is an awful thing to saw Robbie!

[Muru is still fighting for the ropes but when he gets close Thaddeus pulls him back into the center of the ring. Muru is doing all he can to get free and he is able to break free by rolling through the legs of Walker. Muru pops to his feet and hit’s a quick sit down jawbreaker that leaves both men on the mat]

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Nelson: Both men are pulling themselves to their feet as the referee makes his count…

FIVE

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Nelson: Muru to his feet first but is in a bit of pain. Thaddeus Walker is close behind though. The two men lock up again and Thaddeus with a hammerlock.

Hart: Keep him under control Thaddeus, you are so close!

[Muru tries to counter with an elbow again but Walker is dodging them. Muru then stomps on the foot of Walker breaking the hold. Free once more Muru uses a Russian leg sweep on Walker and then waits for him to get to his feet. He springboards off the middle rope and connects him a knee to the face of Walker. He goes for the cover and hooks the leg]

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Nelson: Muru was so close there Robbie. From the look on his face you would have thought he had it. He is shocked.

Hart: Walker is a man among men. Muru needs to realize that this match isn’t going to end well for him.

Nelson: Will you ever give Muru the credit he deserves or will he have to win a world title?

Hart: Impossible!

[Muru pulls Walker to his feet and tries to send him off the ropes but has no luck. Thaddeus reverses it and whips Muru into the ropes instead. Thaddeus tries to take his head off but Muru ducks and goes for a crucifix]

Nelson: Muru is looking for a pin attempt but Walker is having done of it. Thaddeus Walker just countered and has Muru up on his shoulders.

Hart: I don’t think this is what Muru had in mind when he went for that maneuver.

Nelson: That goes without saying…

[Thaddeus starts spinning around Muru on his shoulders]

Hart: Spruce Goose!

Nelson: Walker lets Muru fall to the mat but looks a little dizzy himself. He starts climbing the top rope…

Hart: No! Pin him…you have the match won!

[Thaddeus Walker and gets to the top. He looks down at Muru and leaps with an elbow drop]

Nelson: He misses! Walker misses with the Distinguished Gentlemen’s Elbow! Muru was too quick and rolled out of the way and now he is to his feet behind Walker.

Hart: Turn around Thaddeus!

Nelson: I don’t think he knows where Muru is at…

[Walker gets to his feet and Muru grabs him in an inverted face lock. He drives Walker back to the mat with his version of the scorpion death drop]

Nelson: Muru has just hit Spilt Milk on Thaddeus Walker! But he isn’t going for the pin. He is climbing to the top instead. I don’t understand this Robbie.

Hart: This is Muru, there is no logic to his thinking.

[Muru stands on the top rope as the crowd cheers in anticipation. He leaps and hit’s the Muru Splash on Walker]

Nelson: A Muru Splash! This one could be over…

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DING DING DING

Nelson: Muru has done it. He has won his first title defense against former champion Thaddeus Walker.

Hart: He got lucky.

Dixon: The winner of this match and STILL cWo United States Champion…MuuuuRuuuu!!!!

Nelson: Love him or hate him Muru picks up an impressive win here tonight.

Hart: I told you it was lucky, and I hate him.

Nelson: I know you do Robbie.

[Muru exit’s the ring and makes his way up the ramp title in hand as his fans cheer]

[Tiffany Tolberg stands backstage with Johnny Serious. Serious is wearing his "Say it....I Just Got Serious'd" Tee Shirt with the World Title draped over his shoulder.]

Tolberg: I'm here with cWo World Champion Johnny Serious, who had been given the week off yet still came to the show anyways. Why is that?

Serious: As World Champion I must lead by example. I may not be wrestling today but I am here because I am apart of the cWo team that puts out a show like Driven and Full Throttle. And no matter the schedule, I should be here just as every other person that puts this show together has to be here, whether it be the boys in the truck, the talent in the locker room, or the men and women who break their ass so that people have a show to watch tonight.

Tolberg: I know you have been asked this all the time, but what are your plans as World Champion?

Serious: Well, I am here tonight on a second mission. To let people know that I am looking to defend this World Title next week at Driven and that I will take on anyone willing. Also, there is a big show coming up in several weeks and I plan on doing some scouting because if I should make it to that show as World Champion, I will need to defend the title. And whether it be Chazz Mendel, Jacob Baxter, Mike Logan, ASM, Muru, or anyone else, it won't matter. Someone will need to say they GOT SERIOUS'd. So tonight, the official search begins!!!!!!!

Tolberg: Well thank you Johnny!

Serious: The pleasure was all mine Tiffy!

[Serious walks off as Tiffany begins to blush a bit.]

Tolberg: Back to you Joel and Robbie.

Hart: Tiffy....Tiffy...I want to vomit.

Nelson: A little friendly flirting by the World Champion.

Hart: Sexual Harassment is more like it.

Nelson: Calm down....

DING DING DING

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

[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.]

Benson: Introducing first, hailing from Sydenham, London, England. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, JACOB "THE BASTAAAAAAARRRRRD" BAXTERRRR!!

Nelson: Well we're back folks...and well, no more commercial breaks or distractions to come. This first time singles meeting between Jacob Baxter and Chazz Mendel is to go uninterrupted.

[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 Baxter is in the ring. I don't think there's a happy bone in his body.

Hart: He's English, Joel. It always rains there... I wouldn't be a happy camper either growing up in that.

Nelson: The man definitely wrestles with a chip on his shoulder. And he's got one heck of a test tonight in Chazz Mendel.

[The crowds starts to cheer as the introduction to "Tiger the Lion" by The Tragically Hip floats out of the PA system. Gord Downie's voice croons over the music.]

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

[The song kicks in and Chazz Mendel walks out onto the stage to a great ovation.]

Benson: His opponent! From Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada! He weighs in at two hundred and twelve pounds! CHAAAZZ MEEEENDEL!!!

[Mendel makes his way down the aisle. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, he pops up and faces Baxter before turning, jumping on the second turnbuckle to salute them.]

Nelson: Chazz Mendel is looking fired up! We saw him last week in the main event against chandler Edsel Dalmon where he was a Fated Circle away from scoring the pinfall, but The ChED rolled out, and ran away.

Hart: Well that's one way to look at it. But for the real scoop, The ChED did not run away! He was buying Chazz some time, obviously!

Nelson: Regardless of what he was doing, we can rest assured in knowing that Jacob Baxter will not be running from anything. We're ready to go with this main event of the evening as Johnny Williams, our senior referee calls for the opening bell!

DING DING DING

[Mendel and Baxter circle the ring then shoot in on each other quickly, they lock up.]

Nelson: Collar and elbow tie-up!

[Baxter backs Mendel back into the corner.]

Nelson: Baxter using his size advantage against Mendel, backing him into the corner now.

[Baxter breaks the tie up, and delivers a lightning quick elbow to Mendel's head.]

Nelson: And "The Bastard" with a hard elbow to the sie of the head.

Hart: Nothing flagrant about that one!

[Baxter brings Mendel out of the corner and throws one of Mendel's arms over his head. Baxter lifts Chazz for a suplex, but Chazz squirms halfway over and lands on his feet.]

Nelson: Reversal by Mendel!

[Chazz hooks Baxter around the waist, and runs him toward the ropes. Baxter hits the ropes and holds onto them as Chazz rolls back. Chazz charges in on Baxter, but Baxter lays back quickly, still holding the top rope, sending Chazz crashing to the outside.]

Nelson: And Chazz goes to the outside. Baxter using Mendel's own momentum against him, sending him to the arena floor!

Hart: Chazz Mendel better think twice before doing that again!

[Baxter steps through the ropes, onto the apron. Chazz is starting to get to his feet.]

Nelson: He took a nasty spill, but is getting up. He better watch it!

[As Chazz gets to his feet, Baxter jumps off the apron and knocks Chazz back to the mat with an axehandle smash.]

Nelson: Because that was going to happen!

[Baxter immediately starts to peel the mat up off the floor.]

Nelson: Come on!

[Johnny Williams jumps out of the ring and starts to argue with Baxter, telling him to get back into the ring, Baxter shrugs him off.]

Baxter: SOD OFF!

[Baxter pushes Williams out of the way and grabs Chazz by the hair and puts him in the powerbomb position.]

Nelson: Oh no! He can't do this!

[Johnny Williams interrupts Baxter once again, only to be shoved away.]

Nelson: Baxter is going to powerbomb Chazz Mendel onto the exposed concrete!

[Baxter wraps his arms around Chazz, but Chazz powers him up and over!]

Nelson: And Chazz just saved himself!

Hart: If it wasn't for that meddling Johnny Williams!

[Chazz nurses his back as he immediately hits his knees. Baxter is on the mat holding his back as well.]

Nelson: He was calling it by the book like he's supposed to, and it gave Chazz enough time to recover, and quite possibly save his career! Johnny Williams is counting both men out.

ONE

[Chazz gets to his feet, and turns to Baxter, who's also getting to a vertical base.]

TWO

Nelson: Both men are up now.

[Chazz quickly lands a knee to the stomach.]

THREE

Nelson: And it's Chazz acting first with the knee!

[Chazz grabs Baxter and rolls him back into the ring.]

Nelson: The count out has stop as both men are now back in the ring.

Hart: First he helps Chazz, then he tries to count Jacob Baxter out! This isn't fair at all.

[Chazz stomps Baxter while he's down before taking off to the ropes.]

Nelson: Chazz is off and running!

[Mendel rebounds off the ropes, and jumps for the legdrop.]

Nelson: Legdrop!

[Baxter rolls out of the way causing Chazz to land hard on the mat.]

Nelson: Called it too soon! Jacob Baxter just rolled out of the way of that one!

Hart: Nothing funny about falling flat on your behind! Wait... I take that back!

[Baxter pops to his feet and knocks Chazz onto his back with a front dropkick.]

Nelson: That had to hurt! Chazz's head just bounced off of the mat after being dropkicked by "The Bastard!"

[Baxter stays on top of Mendel by grinding his forearm into Mendel's face.]

Nelson: Jacob Baxter just inflicting all sorts of punishment grinding his forearm into the face of Chazz Mendel.

[Johnny Williams starts to get on Baxter's case once again, telling him to stop using the forearm. Williams immediately starts to count to five.]

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FOUR

[Baxter relents, and Chazz immediately clutches his face.]

Nelson: And Jacob Baxter finally stops!

[Baxter says something to Johnny Williams, but Williams points at him while grabbing his referee shirt.]

Nelson: Referee Johnny Williams and Jacob Baxter are having their differences tonight.

Hart: Oh you think? I'm surprised Jacob Baxter hasn't popped that do gooder Johnny Williams right in the kisser by now. It's beyond me.

[Baxter grabs Mendel by the hair and starts to bring him to his feet.]

Nelson: Johnny Williams will forever be a man of integrity! A true man of the cloth, if you will, the black and white striped cloth!

[Baxter slams a forearm into Mendel's head before sending him into the ropes with an Irish whip.]

Hart: It also makes you blind as a bat and incapabale of making the right calls. As we've seen already!

[Chazz rebounds off the ropes, Baxter attempts a hiptoss, but Chazz flips out of it.]

Nelson: Chazz Mendel with a unique counter!

[Baxter attempts a clothesline, but Mendel ducks and moves behind him, hooking the waist and taking him over with a german suplex.]

Nelson: German Suplex! Chazz with a perfect bridge!

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[Baxter kicks out.]

Nelson: "The Bastard" kicks out at two, and he does not look happy about it!

[Baxter gets to his feet quickly dodging a clothesline attempt by Chazz. Baxter fires back with a spinning back fist. He connects, and sends Chazz stumbling into the center of the ring.]

Nelson: Wow! Jacob Baxter just rang Chazz's bell with one hell of a vicious looking spinning back fist! He's on wobbly legs!

[Baxter gets a running start, looking for the Hooligan kick.]

Nelson: Hooligan kick!

[Chazz sidesteps Baxter's kick at the last second. Baxter spins, and Chazz drops him with a Dangerous DDT.]

Nelson: Dangerous DDT! Just when I was about to count Chazz Mendel out! Here comes the Dangerous DDT! Jacob Baxter is down!

[Suddenly, the cameras switch from the ring to catch Chandler Edsel Dalmon running down to ringside.]

Nelson: What's he doing out here?

Hart: Evening the odds, maybe?

[The ChED is grabs a hold of the middle rope, about to climb in, but backs off once he see Chazz ready for the fight.]

Nelson: Please! But look at him now. Chazz Mendel is ready for him, and he wants no part of it! Just like last week, he's backing off!

[Chazz walks over to the ropes, daring The ChED to get in. The ChED smirks as Mendel sits on the middle rope, offering to let him in.]

Hart: Chazz is awful cocky. Doesn't he know who he's dealing with?

[ChED says something to Chazz, then points to his head, signifying he's smarter than Mendel.]

Nelson: What do you mean by that?

[Chazz waves ChED off, then turns to Baxter, and is immediately nailed with a Hooligan Kick!]

Nelson: Hooligan Kick by Jacob Baxter! Chazz is on dream street!

Hart: Look at him! He's out on his feet!

[Baxter hooks Chazz into a half nelson, then picks him up and slams him down back first across the knee.]

Nelson: The bastardizer! That's all she wrote!

[Baxter covers Mendel.]

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DING DING DING

["F***in in the Bushes" starts playing again as Jacob Baxter stands over Mendel triumphantly. The ChED looks on, smiling ear to ear and clapping in approval.]

Benson: The winner of this match, JACOB "THE BASTARD" BAXTER!!!

[Johnny Williams goes to raise Baxter's hand, but Baxter motions to hit him.]

Nelson: And Jacob Baxter gets the huge win against Chazz Mendel here tonight, and Chandler Dalmon couldn't be happier!

Hart: It's a small measure of revenge for The ChED, Joel.

[The ChED is shown nodding his head in approval saying "now you know how it feels, just a little bit!"]

Nelson: Dalmon is certainly relishing in this moment, isn't he?

Hart: I would be too! Especially after what Chazz did to The ChED.

Nelson: But he didn't... Oh nevermind! Folks, we're out of time!

[The cameras fade to black with The ChED looking on at the defeated Chazz Mendel.]