cWo presents Driven 68!
Live from the Norfolk Scope in Norfolk Virginia
Thursday, Thursday June 11, 2009

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 Greensboro Collosseum in Greensboro, North Carolina 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 “69? Oooh that's nasty!!” “Surely what is said in jest!” and “Last week my sign was written with invisible ink!” The camera then focuses on Joel Nelson, Peter Tiger and Robbie Hart seated at the announce position.]

Nelson: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Driven! We are live at the Greensboro Collosseum in beautiful Greensboro, North Carolina! We've got a great night of wrestling action coming your way, and to help me call all of the action are Peter Tiger, and Robbie Hart. Tonight in our main event fellas, we've got a match between "The Canadian Gigolo" Mike Logan and Mr. Rich. The stipulationg says that if Mike Logan wins the match, he will go onto Glory to face Johnny Serious for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Hart: And on this, the dirtiest of all the Driven's!

Nelson: That may be true. Mr. Rich's physical health constantly fluxuates. So who knows what Mr. Rich we'll be getting here?

Tiger: Well for his own sake, Mr. Rich better come out firing on all cylanders. This night is big for both men, and I'm sure that we're all in agreement that when Mr. Rich is on his game, he can be as successful as anyone. He may not be in contention for the title, but if he comes out on top in tonight's main event, he'll have made a great case for himself to get a shot at Serious and the World Title.

Nelson: Very true. Also on tap we've got a tag team match featuring two men that had a rather interesting end to their match last week at Driven. Of course I'm talking about Chazz Mendel and Muru. Those two team up to take on the in-ring return of the former cWo tag team champions, Victor Emmit and Tito. Two fifths of cWo's resident Rock N Roll band, Face Turn.

Tiger: Thanks to a malfunction with the top turnbuckle as Muru attempted to go to the top rope, Chazz Mendel was able to pick up the victory on the United States champion. Which is a feat in itself, but the underlying story here has to be the mystery man that was at ringside who aparently knew Mendel very well. We don't know who this mystery man is, but hopefully we'll get some answers tonight. I know Muru will want them as much as we do.

Nelson: Indeed. We don't know Muru's condition either. How effective do you think he'll be tonight along with Mendel up against the former tag team champs?

Hart: Well I think that he'll lose! There's no way Muru and Mendel are going to beat Vic and Tito! Their bond as bandmates goes much deeper than the ring. In fact! Every member of Face Turn share the same heartbeat, like a herd of elk!

Tiger: Well they are a tight knit group, as we've seen over the weeks between Notorious JON and Victor Emmit.

Nelson: Also on tap for tonight we'll be seeing Mac Johsnon in action! And finally, Lana Lexington challenges Jen Diamond to an arm wrestling match!

Hart: That'll be a doozy! What is Lana thinking?

Nelson: After the relentless attacks from Jen Diamond, you'd want to do something, anything to gain a mental edge.

Hart: Jen Diamond is a workout machine. Lana Lexington doesn't stand a chance!

Tiger: I have to agree. But you can never underestimate the daughter of Notorious JON!

[It was at that moment the fans caught a glimpse of a man making his way out onto the stage via horseback. “Lord of the Flies” by Lizzy Borden flooded the arena. The man straddled on the stallion has beautiful black hair. He wears glasses with circle lenses. He has a peculiar stance on the horse. He sits tall with a bone staff in hand, a skull placed at the top delivered a symbol of some sort of superiority.]

Nelson: And right off the bat, here comes cWo's latest aquisition!

Tiger: Ladies and gentlemen in case you were wondering who this is it is Damien Xavier Machiavelli. He calls himself the Lord of the Flies. Earlier this evening he came out to an assortment of hatred from the crowd faithful.

Hart: He has some great big cahones, we'll give him that.

[Borden's “Lord of the Flies” continues to play as the crowd delivers their disgust with vociferous chatter. The man sits atop his high horse with a smile. A crown placed above his head and a tattered man-made cape, perhaps designed out of a bed spread, connects from his neck and dangles behind the horse. The hand not holding the bone staff is holding a microphone and he drags it to his lips.]

D.X.M.: I'm shocked. Flabbergasted, to say the least.

[The fans suddenly burst into a chant of “SHUT THE HELL UP!” They continue to do it twice more making it a three stance chant that gives Damien some time to roll his eyes.]

Nelson: I am not sure if Damien understands where he is.

Hart: I believe that's what's going to make him an interesting addition to this promotion.

[Damien adjusts his cape and crown before realizing they've toned down their random verbal abuse.]

D.X.M.: I'm a little disappointed. I thought when my name was scribbled along the proverbial dotted line that I would not have to worry about wrestling against some Chazz Mendel wannabe. I was warned early in my career that these big promotions would come along and sweep me off my feet. They'd suck me up like a sponge and eat my personality dry. They'd drain me of my creativity and lay me to waste with all the other washed-up so-called legends that run around naked to reality. I must have a terrible agent. I told him. I told him. I told him not to put me in the cage with the worlds most talented circus. Yet, here I stand, surrounded by mindless twerps fascinated with excess materialism and beefed up cronies who sucked down hypodermic needles for breakfast.

[The fans are outraged as are the announcers.]

Nelson: Now, now wait a minute. Is there a man dressed as a king on horseback declaring this company a circus?

Tiger: Uh, yeah.

Hart: It is kind of a circus in it's own way, though.

Nelson and Tiger: Shut up, Robbie.

D.X.M.: Oh, yeah, I forgot. You're all so damn loyal to the business. But, what you don't understand is how problematic it really is. How serious people take it. They kill each other for it. They kill themselves because of it. I never did understand why so many people TRY so hard to succeed in something as simple as this business. The art of hand-to-hand physical combat. We put our bodies on the line. We do so, so that people like you, like you at home and around the world, can fill with glee when something amazing happens. You follow our every footsteps. Yet, what you don't know is that we can care less. You're nothing but profit. And, the only thanks you'll get is when I'm standing in that ring, perhaps thirty years from now, with tears rolling down my cheeks, telling you that it was because of you that I was able to make it to the top.

[He pauses for a moment as the fans take time to listen to what he has to say.]

D.X.M.: But, I for one will not be the man who will do that. You see, I'm as ridiculously evil as they come and I'm not afraid to admit it. I'm going to do whatever it takes for me to survive in this business and you'll see that each and every week I take turn in that ring. I've always been the type of person who thinks for himself. Honestly I didn't need help getting to where I'm at today. I didn't need training. I've been an Adonis since birth and I've been able to hold my own against some of the greatest behemoth's this planet has to offer. But, of what relevance is that to you? To this company? Let's get down to brass tacks. In thirty years I won't be standing in that ring crying out to you fans, or to those men backstage. I don't need any of it. I will get to the top of the proverbial ladder on my own. I take pride in striving independently. I don't, and never will trust anybody. I'm smarter that way. I realized early on that this is a dog-eat-dog facility. They don't just bite here. They consume you with one fatal swoop. I won't make that mistake.

[As the fans continue to welcome D.X.M. To cWo with little applause, if any at all, he positions his horse to face the screen above stage.]

D.X.M.: That's why I was able to successfully, and victoriously, place the first flag of the great Machiavelli Empire here in cWo this evening. I defended my families name and integrity by obtaining the first goal for success. I defeated my first opponent in glorious fashion. I never did understand why they send children to do a man's job, but without further adou, please, allow us to recall what happened just moments before the curtain lifted for tonights event...

[The footage was cut due to time restraint but showed D.X.M. making his way to the ring straddled atop a horse, which hopefully does not become tradition. The fans popped for the home-grown talent who stood face-to-face with the Lord of the Flies. Damien took a step back and held out his hand. “Kiss the ring,” Damien said. “Bend down, and kiss my ring,” said the Lord. The local wrestler stared at the referee and then Machiavelli with a look of confusion. Suddenly, Damien jolted toward the wrestler and kicked him in the groin following that with the tear drop suplex. Machiavelli rolled up onto his feet and placed his index finger under his eye. He dragged it slowly down his cheek as if patronizing the young star who had just fallen to the Lord. The footage cuts back to the stage as the fans continue a boo fest.]

D.X.M.: Oh, but wait, we're not done. You didn't get to see the best part!

[The footage of the match returns as Damien rushes over to the fallen star and turns him onto his back. He lies atop the local talent and hooks his leg. The referee falls to the mat and with three slaps of the palm...]

ONE

TWO

THREE

[D.X.M. hurries to his feet as the referee holds his arm up in victory. Yet, the Lord doesn't take too kindly to be touched and he throws the referee off of him. He exits the ring as the footage cuts back to Machiavelli on stage, and still on horseback.]

D.X.M.: I win. Like always. Because I'm a winner, and that's what winners do. We win. That's what I'm here for. I'm here to show every so called man who is behind that curtain that I'm a winner. That I, unlike the rest of you, can do this without making it look difficult. I'm the sultan of simple, baby. It's not hard. I don't give out business cards, but if you want tips, I'll give them to you. Especially after you get fired because I constantly beat you and you have to become a waiter at a restaurant. That'll definitely get you tips.

[He smiles and positions his horse for departure.]

D.X.M.: I hate this place already. It stinks of failures.

Hart: Or that load of horse crap on the stage.

Tiger: Are you talking about the real thing, or Machiavelli?

Nelson: Both.

D.X.M.: However, now that I'm here, I guess it's time to sit back and relax. Although I wanted and desired a challenge, I'll take this as my extra step to get somewhere better. I think we'll do fine together, right?

[The fans let out a much anticipated “YOU SUCK” chant.]

D.X.M.: Oh, let's not get too dramatic. I know you want me to leave so that you can sit and enjoy this crapfest these monkeys fling every week but before I go I must leave you with one little tid-bit of information. It is valuable, critical information.

[He clears his throat.]

D.X.M.: Do you know that rare and vilifying creature in certain films who somehow defeats the good guy or is able to watch the hero crumble before him? He's that one little despot who can somehow do it better than all the rest. He's the amalgamation of tyranny and evil. In case you were wondering? Yes, that's me.

Nelson: Whatever.

D.X.M.: And, if you will excuse me, I've got a lot of work to do.

[“Lord of the Flies” by Lizzy Borden screams once again through the public address system. As D.X.M. makes his exit behind the curtain, on horseback, the fans shake their heads, bewildered by what they just witnessed.]

Nelson: Ladies and gentlemen in case you were just tuning in the “Lord of the Flies,” Damien Xavier Machiavelli, has made his debut here in cWo and in a very...tremendous fashion.

Hart: He's kind of a weirdo.

Tiger: I'm not one to judge, but I might have to agree with that.

Nelson: He has some strange philosophy behind his persona, yet I'm unsure whether I believe he'll be able to successfully make it to the top of cWo. He certainly has the rhetoric down-pat.

Tiger: The only thing about D.X.M. that may make it in cWo is that he's got a cocky attitude.

Hart: I don't know? If he can sink his full-of-crap teeth into the necks of some of the guys backstage it could make for some interesting confrontations...

Nelson: Speaking of backstage, let's go there now and to Tiffany Tolberg, who's standing by with Detroit Jack Gibson!

[The cameras go backstage to Tiffany Tolberg, who's standing by with "Detroit" Jack Gibson.]

Tolberg: ..Thanks Joel! I'm standing backstage with none other the former Television Champion, "Detroit" Jack Gibson.

[Tolberg turns to Jack.]

Tolberg: Now Jack, last week on Driven, you called out Thaddeus Walker after your pinfall victory over J.J. Carter claiming that you wanted a rematch with Thaddeus Walker for the Television title. Thaddeus responded, displaying his "radio" championship and appealed to the crowd about choosing sides, and a war. Care to respond? What are your thoughts on that?

[Tiffany points the mic at Gibson.]

Gibson: I should have responded right then and there. But you have to admit the circumstances were a little out of the ordinary. A man with a ham radio strapped to his waist? You don't see that kind of stuff where I'm from.

Tolberg: Thaddeus Walker is, unconventional.

Gibson: He is. But he mentioned something I know all about. War. I don't know if he knows, but Detroit is a warzone. Every day growing up was a fight just to make it to the next! It's in my blood! If going to war with Thaddeus Walker is my ticket back to the championship, then let's do the damn thing! Tonight, next week, Glory, it doesn't matter where it is, I'll battle until there's nothing left and take back what belongs to the city of Detroit!

[Gibson glares into the camera for a moment before walking off. Driven heads to it's first commercial break of the evening.]

[Mr. Rich in his golden wheelchair, is rolled into Tony Awesome's office by one of his security guards.]

Awesome: What are you doing in here and why are you still in that chair.

Mr. Rich: This is my means of transportation! Now, listen, I don't think it's right that low class champions can sit there and determine who wrestles in what match.

Awesome: Oh...you must be referring to you're main event match tonight with Mike Logan?

Mr. Rich: Observant, very observant.

Awesome: Well, I like the idea, and the match will take place tonight.

Mr. Rich: I don't think it's right that I have to wrestle tonight. I mean, really, how fair is it that if Mike Logan wins, he gets a World Title shot. What the hell do I get if I win! I might as well just lay down for the guy...

Awesome: I don't think you want to do that.

Mr. Rich: The only other option in my honest opinion is to allow me a World Title shot at Glory if I am victorious over Mike Logan! I mean really, when did Johnny Serious start dictating who gets what title shots around here anyways!

Awesome: You know what? You're right! If you win, you get a World Title shot. But listen to me real careful Mr. Rich. If I ever see you pull a stunt like the one you pulled the last few months, you will never wrestle for cWo again!

[Awesome extends his hand for a hand shake, but Mr. Rich just taps on the arm rest of the wheelchair as a Security Guard turns the chair around and walks Mr. Rich out of the office.]

Nelson: Welcome back to Driven everyone. Before the commercial break, we had the debut of Damien Xavier Machiavelli "The Lord Of The Flies." A man who will no doubt bring an interesting dynamic to the cWo landscape, as well as a man of few words, Detroit Jack Gibson, answering the call from Thaddeus Walker.

Tiger: Walker and Gibson had an impressive bout at Total Control, and let me be the first to say that I'm excited for the potential of a rematch! But is Jack Gibson making the right choice in letting Thaddeus Walker choose the manner at which the Televis.. I mean Radio championship be contested?

Hart: Thaddeus Walker is an innovator! From the Donnybrook to two man hand slap exchange matches! Jack Gibson won't know what hit him.

Nelson: Also, Tony Awesome declared that if Mr. Rich wins in tonight's main event against Mike Logan, he will become the number one contender for the World Title!

Hart: Mr. Rich is a businessman first and foremost! I'm sure if Tony Awesome didn't listen to reason, we'd all be a part of the Mr. Rich Wrestling Organization by next week!

["One Day As A Lion" blasts and John Pilchard leads Mac Johnson to the ring to a chorus of boos.]

Nelson: Well here comes Mac Johnson and John Pilchard fresh off of a cheap victory over ASM.

Hart: Shut up, he won fair and square.

Tiger: ASM suffered a concussion due to a vile chairshot from Mac Johnson, he is out indefinitely.

[Pilchard has a mic. A rabid ASM chant is repeated throughout the arena as Pilchard and Mac Johnson survey the crowd, currently in the ring stands a tall, slender bearded man.]

Pilchard: What you're...

[Pilchard stops, unappreciative of the audience cheering for ASM.]

Pilchard: You're gonna have to chant ASM's name a little louder if you want him to hear you from his hospital bed in Norfolk Virginia.

[Fans stop chanting ASM's name to boo Pilchard as he continues.]

Pilchard: But let's let's stop talking about ancient history so we can talk about what's now and happening. What all of you are about to see is the real Mac Johnson. From day one I said that in a world of Ron Wilkins' and ASM's there is only one king of the jungle and pointed you to this man.

[Pilchard casts his right arm out towards Mac Johnson.]

Pilchard: And tonight...we move on. Tonight we make history, because tonight we debut the Mac Johnson Five Minute Challenge. What is the Mac Johnson Five Minute Challenge? Well it's real simple, as we go town to town, we're giving local talent an opportunity to wrestle Mac Johnson. All they're asked to do is last five minutes, not win, just last. If they can make it, they get this.

[Pilchard holds his clipboard high in the air.]

Pilchard: A cWo contract.

Hart: Wow!

Tiger: That's a pretty big deal!

Pilchard: So ladies and gentlemen let me introduce Mac's opponent, aptly named for a Greensboro native...Jonny Balls.

[Pilchard flairs his right nostril looking a bit perturbed by the name. The man who is presently in the ring raises his arms to a lukewarm reception.]

Tiger: Say what you will about Pilchard but this could be a good opportunity for local independants.

Hart: He's gonna get destroyed!

[Pilchard gets out of the ring, as referee Aaron Blake calls for the bell.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: And the match has started, the clock is displayed on the bottom right of your screens folks.

[Jonny Balls bounces off the ropes and charges Mac with a shoulder block, Mac doesn't budge. He tries again with the same result.]

Tiger: He's going to have to use some high flying moves, that's his game. These aren't going to work.

Hart: Nothing is going to work.

[Balls bounces off the ropes, charges Mac and is sent down to the mat with a big clothesline.]

Nelson: And Mac Johnson nearly took his head off there!

Tiger: He's in trouble, he's got four minutes and twelve seconds to get it together.

Hart: He's not going to get anything together.

[Mac lifts Balls to his feet and whips him across the ring into the corner. Mac charges and lands a big splash.]

Nelson: That will collapse a lung.

[Mac whips Balls across the ring and follows with another splash.]

Nelson: Mac Johnson is on a roll, with another splash.

Tiger: He calls this the Big Mac Attack.

[Mac whips Balls across the ring for a third time and lands another huge splash.]

Hart: I love big macs! And this attack is a thing of beauty!

Nelson: The Big Mac Attack is working as Jonny Balls can barely stand.

Tiger: He's gotta last another 2 minutes and 35 seconds, I don't see it happening.

[Mac lifts Balls up and sets him up in pump handle slam position. He lifts him up and delivers a pump handle powerslam.]

Nelson: That's Mac Five! It's gotta be over!

Hart: Hahaha! Mac Johnson is a beast!

Tiger: Jonny Balls obviously wasn't prepared tonight, Mac Johnson is a big guy.

[Mac covers Balls.]

ONE

TWO

[Mac sits up.]

Nelson: What's he doing? He got off him.

[Mac lifts up Balls and delivers another Mac Five!]

Nelson: Oh this is enough! The kid is out!

Tiger: Mac Johnson clearly sending a message to everyone.

Hart: Yeah the message is you better check yourself before you wreck yourself.

[Mac covers Balls.]

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Dixon: And your winner, Mac Johnson.

Nelson: Well Jonny Balls doesn't last five minutes and doesn't win a cWo contract.

Hart: Did you really expect him to?

Tiger: Well someone needs to put him in his place.

Hart: Why don't you?

[Pilchard gets in the ring with a Mic.]

Pilchard: Ladies and gentlemen your winner. MAC JOHNSON!

[Pilchard drops the mic as he raises Mac's arm in victory.]

[The cameras cut to the parking lot, and to Chazz Mendel walking into the arena. A muffled yet mixed reaction can be heard from the crowd as they see him walk in. Chazz nods to a few members of the crew before he's stopped dead in his tracks by a man leaning up against the wall smoking a cigarette. He's a larger man with a pompadour hair-do, sideburns and a goatee wearing black button up track pants with two stripes down each leg. Chazz attempts to turn quickly, but the man sees him, and quickly throws his cigarette to the ground.]

Man: Chazz!

[Chazz stops, and let's out a long sigh before turning around to face the mystery man.]

Chazz: What are you doing here, Reg? If Dad catches you you're toast!

["Reg" shrugs his shoulders.]

"Reg": Look, what happened with me and Dad happened years ago, bud. I've grown up a lot since then, and it's time for us to be a family again. I got a job and everything!

Chazz: Yeah, I noticed... I gotta get in there.

[Chazz brushes past "Reg," but he keeps up with him.]

"Reg": I'm not gonna get a thank you, am I?

Chazz: Not here, not right now...

[Chazz picks his pace up, but all of a sudden they're stopped dead in their tracks once again by a bassy bellow.]

Voice: ...I thought I told you to never come around us again... JUNIOR!

[Reg Mendel comes bursting into view looking absolutely furious.]

Reg: What the hell do you think you're doing here, JUNIOR?

Reg Jr: Listen Dad, I'm not Junior anymore! It's Reggie.

[Reg throws his hands up sarcastically, his blood pressure rising.]

Reg: Well isn't that special! You're always gonna be Junior to me, pal!

Reg Jr: That's fine, Dad. Look, I came here to tell you I'm sorry. I got my own job now. I put the ring up every night. The pay sucks, but it's honest. And I was just tellin' Chazz here how I want to be a family again by trying to help him out however I can, ya know?

[Reg scoffs.]

Reg: A FAMILY? Show me your card right now.

[Reg Jr. reaches into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. He pulls a business card from it and hands it to Reg Sr. Who gets absolutely livid.]

Reg: What the hell is THIS?!?! THIS ISN'T A CARD!!! NO SON OF MINE WILL WALK AROUND WITH THIS... THIS... TRASH!!! Where's the foil stamp? This thing isn't even embossed! GOD DAMNIT!!!

[Reg Sr. rips the business card in two and throws it in Junior's face. He starts to storm off, but stops quickly next to Chazz.]

Reg: You have some kind of explaining to do...

[Reg slams his shoulder into Chazz's as he power walks off. The cameras go back to the commetary booth.]

Nelson: As if things couldn't get any weirder in the lives of the Mendel Family. Reg Mendel JUNIOR?

Hart: He's the spittin' image of the old man!

Tiger: I don't know what to make of this, but if I had to guess, I'd wager that Reg Junior had something to do with Muru's mishap in last week's main event.

Nelson: Whether or not Chazz was in on that, though, remains to be seen. Either way, this is an interesting development. We'll have to send someone backstage to make sure Reg's head didn't explode.

[Clutch's "Electric Worry" plays and Devon Dice makes his way down the aisle into the ring to a big crowd pop.]

Nelson: Devon Dice has something on his mind

Tiger: Fans, if you haven't checked it out yet, go check out the cWo exclusives. Devon Dice and Lana Lexington had a little run in and Notorious Jon didn't take too kind to it.

Hart: He shouldn't have, that's his daughter!

[Dice grabs a microphone and begins to speak.]

Dice: First and foremost I want to thank each and everyone of you fans, everyone in attendance, everyone watching at home, thank you for voting me into the US title match. I gave it my all and the better man won, much respect to Muru.

Hart: He didn't show it, guy ignored a handshake.

Nelson: He just went toe to toe with the man, emotions get the better of us sometimes.

Tiger: I couldn't say it better.

Dice: Now there's been something that has been bothering me, just eating me up, and I can't sit by and let it go on. Last week was the breaking point. My Face Turned!

Hart: He's their ROADIE!!!!!

Nelson: Shut up!

Dice: Notorious Jon.... WHAT THE HELL MAN? You show up here, the fans vote you into a World Title match, you didn't even have to earn it. These fans respect what you have done, they gave you a chance that you didn't deserve. You even said it yourself, you were rushed into it against the World Champion. If that was the case, you should've taken yourself out of contention!

Tiger: I have to agree with Dice here.

Hart: He has no idea what he's talking about.

Dice: I'm tired of you using the cWo as a stepping stone to better yourself. You don't give a damn about the fans. Instead your hanging out with sketchy individuals, making horrible music, acting twenty years younger than you are! You need to learn a thing about respect. Sure you've been given all the respect in the world, but you don't know a thing about showing that same respect back to the people who made you! The fans! Without the fans, there is no wrestling. Without the fans, there is no cWo. Without the fans, there is no rock and roll. And without the fans, THERE IS NO NOTORIOUS JON!!!

Nelson: Dice is on a roll!

Hart: He can't talk about the best ever like that!

Tiger: He just did.

[A voice is then heard on the PA system.]

Voice: Whoa now hold on a second bro.

[Victor Emmit emerges from the entrance way in his wrestling gear, also wearing a Face Turn T-shirt, armed with a mic. He slowly walks down the aisle as he speaks.]

Emmit: Stop it, dude, just...stop. You're a tree in the woods man, no one hears ya. Jon's got more important things to do than to waste his voice on a one hit wonder like you.

Dice: A one hit wonder huh?

Emmit: A one hit wonder. Buddy face the facts, you're illegitimate. You're Ashley Simpson. You're Milli Vanilli and you got it all wrong.

[Emmit takes a couple steps on the stage, looks back towards the audience and points out to them.]

Emmit: See Jon? He doesn't need, you people.

[Emmit shakes his head in disapproval as he steps up to the ring apron and enters the ring.]

Emmit: You know you're no different than Chris Michaels. Same old story, same old song and dance. Let me tell you the problem with guys like you. This wrestling thing...it's all you got. God didn't give you anything else, so when someone like me and Jon come around with a little more substance, guys like you, you sit on your high horse like my cWo contract's a life sentence.

[Victor shakes his head.]

Emmit: No no no, the corporation can't contain us. Jon's already earned respect, Jon is here.

[Victor holds his hand up above his head. Then he lowers his hand down below his waist.]

Emmit: You're down here. You know who needs to earn respect around here? Here take a look...

[Victor drops his mic, then unclips his round purple glasses from his t-shirt, and holds it up to Dice's face to see his reflection. Doesn't take long before Devon Dice slaps the glasses down to the floor.]

Hart: Hey!

[Before Victor can go to pick them up, Dice fakes a charge on Victor, that sends Victor rushing out of the ring. Dice laughs as Victor looks on at ringside in a mild shock.]

Dice: Well thank you for coming out Victor, and telling me what my problems are. But you wanna know what your problem is?

[Dice pauses as the audience hangs on to what he has to say.]

Dice: ME!

[Dice stomps on Victor's glasses as fans go wild. Victor becomes enraged, shouting inaudibly at Dice as Clutch's "Electric Worry" hits the PA system.]

Hart: Is he out of his mind? He just broke Victor Emmit's glasses!

Nelson: Devon Dice was making some very astute points before Emmit made his presence felt.

Hart: Well what, was Victor Emmit whistling dixie?

Nelson: One thing's for sure he's got Devon Dice on his bad side, and that could be something to regret later.

[The camera cuts backstage where Tiffany Tolberg is standing with Muru. He is dressed ready to compete tonight has the United States title around his waist. The fans give him a good reaction when they see him]

Tolberg: I am here with the cWo United States champion Muru. Last week we saw you take a hard fall from the top rope when it appeared the turnbuckle accidentally gave way. How are you feeling?

Muru: To be quite honest Tiffany I have felt a lot better. After the show I was taken to the hospital as a precaution. It could have been a lot worse but right now I have a pretty bad concussion. It was recommended I take this week off.

Tolberg: Does this mean the planned tag match for tonight is off?

Muru: Not at all. I worked hard to get to where I am . The match is happening as planned. I need to talk to Chazz Mendel anyway.

Tolberg: Speaking of Mendel what are your thoughts on him possibly being involved with this mystery man?

Muru: I watched the tape of last week’s show and I saw him give the thumbs up. Whoever that man is, he is responsible for what happened. I am not sure if Mendel has anything to do with it, that is what I want to find out. Recently he has been a team player helping cWo in it’s darkest hour, but for most of his run he has been known as “The Villain of the Year”, so I'm not putting anything past him.

Tolberg: What would Mendel gain with you being hurt?

Muru: Like I said I don’t know if he had anything to do with it. I do know this, a win over me last week put him in line for a shot at the United States title. I am sure he is aware of this but I am reserving judgement till I talk to him. Now if you excuse me I have a match to get ready for.

[Muru walks out of the picture as the camera cuts back to the announce booth]

Nelson: It looks like Muru is going to compete tonight against doctor’s orders.

Hart: It just prooves what I have been saying all along. Muru isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

Tiger: I think the big question is, how can Muru trust Mendel tonight? He says he wants to talk to him but it looks like Muru has his doubts.

Nelson: That could be Peter. We will have to wait till later on tonight when Muru and Mendel step into the ring with Face Turn members Victor Emmit and Tito.

[Tiffany Tolberg stands backstage with Jen Diamond.]

Tiffany: I'm here with former US and Women's Champion Jen Diamond. Jen, I've got to ask, what did you think when Lana Lexington challenged you to an armwrestling match?

Diamond: Lana's a scared little girl, plain and simple. She got in over her head. She tried to run to daddy, who's too busy trying to recapture his youth to help, and now she's forced to deal with her problems head on. Look, obviously this isn't what I wanted. I've made Lana tap twice now, and there's nothing I'd love more than to have her tap officially in the center of the ring. But, as I said, she's a scared little girl, and she's gonna try to do whatever it takes to keep me away from her.

Tiffany: I know you pride yourself on training and preperation going into matches, but how do you prepare for something as unorthodox as this?

Diamond: Simple. Like I prepare for everything else, 100%. It's been a while since I armwrestled anyone, but I wanted to find the best competition i could, so I went to bars, gyms, anywhere with an excess of testosterone, and challenged the biggest guys I could find. Needless to say, Tiffany, I'm ready.

Tiffany: But what about Lana's athletic background? She was a very accomplished gymnast at one point.

Diamond: I don't take anything away from her. Look, I know Lana better than anyone else. I practically trained her. I know who she is, I know what she can do. But I know that even with all her abilities, mentally, where it counts, she's not ready for this. You can tell from the last few months, Tiff, she's terrified. She realizes she's a kid playing with adults, she's not ready for the spotlight she's been thrust into, and she's going to try to hide that as long as she can. Tonight, I'm gonna expose her for who she really is.

[Suddenly, Notorious JON steps into the frame, standing across from Jen Diamond.]

Notorious JON: Woah, hold on now... are you really trying to say that my daughter hasn't deserved everythign she's gotten? Are you honestly implying that the only reason she's successful is because of me somehow?

Diamond: Oh, she can't speak for herself?

Notorious JON: She doesn't need to! I shouldn't even be here, I should be resting my vocal chords, but I'm not gonna let you slander my family! After all I've done for you!

Diamond: After what you've done for ME? How about what I did for-

Notorious JON: Look, I'm not here to fight with you, Jen. Lana can fight her own battles, and you'll see that tonight, I just wanted to clear up this crazy misconception that I'm somehow pulling strings and allowing her to coast here! I'm a caring father, but I'd never do that!

Tiffany: But, wasn't it you that got her entered in the Total Control voting? Can you explain why she hasn't had any matches since Warfare?

Notorious JON: You're taking that completely out of context!

Diamond: Out of context? See what I mean, Tiff? He's just-

Notorious JON: Look, this isn't important right now! What's important is that so many faces are going be turned tonight!

[He pulls two small fliers from his back pocket and hands them to Jen and Tiffany]

Notorious JON: Face Turn's gonna rock The Shack in Greensboro TONIGHT, right after Driven! I can get you both on the list, but honestly, we're well worth the price of admission. I garauntee you, when you hear us, you'll turn 360 degrees and buy a ticket!

[He gives them both the metal sign, then walks off. Jen and Tiffany look down at their fliers.]

Tiffany: Do you think I can get a plus one?

["Hysteria" by Muse blasts through the PA system. Johnny Vandal makes his way out, pyrotechnics flaring up as the crowd gives him a strong reaction of hate.]

DING DING DING

Dixon: This match is scheduled for one fall, entering the ring first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five poundssss, Johnny Vandal!

Nelson: This is a match between two guys who need to make a statement. Johnny Vandal continues to impress, but his absurd antics and vicious style are not meshing well so far.

Hart: If you're afraid to get in the ring with the chance of getting hurt, then this business isn't for you.

Tiger: True, but Vandal has to know when to draw the line. He's ended careers and put people out for weeks, and he just wrestled his first PPV! I do think things will change though, especially with a competitor like JJ Carter.

["Murder Was The Case" by Snoop Dogg hits and J.J. Carter makes his way out, staring down Johnny Vandal in the ring.]

Dixon: And his opponent. Weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds, J. J. CARTERRRRRR!

Nelson: Neither one of these guys can like each other too much, but Carter needs to stay on his toes for this match.

Hart: Pfft, please.

DING DING DING

[J.J. Carter and Johnny Vandal square off, each cautious of the other.]

Nelson: Should be an interesting match, J.J. has great tactics and style while Vandal is more of an abusive, play it by ear kind of guy.

Hart: Interesting? Neither one is doing much of anything.

Tiger: J.J. is sizing up the fairly bigger Vandal. He'd be best keeping this match on feet.

[Vandal swings at Carter, but Carter ducks and spins, landing a closeline on Vandal. Vandal pops up and adjusts himself.]

Nelson: Carter showing early on that he's not afraid of a fight!

Hart: He'll only anger the beast.

[Vandal laughs and locks up with Carter. He swings his weight forward and slams Carter to the mat.]

[Carter stands and they lock up again. Vandal uses his weight to again slam Carter down. Carter pops up and circles Vandal.]

Tiger: Vandal is showing some dominance early, but I don't think it has phased Carter the least.

[Vandal and Carter lock up, but Carter moves back and elbows Vandal. Vandal flies back and Carter slides behind, bringing in Vandal for a GERMAN SUPLEX.]

Nelson: Carter just let go and Vandal went flying from that huge German Suplex!

Hart: You only see that kind of air at a diving board.

[Vandal peels himself off the mat, but Carter sends a kick to the back of his knee. Carter comes up and puts Vandal in a headlock. Vandal struggles, but stands up quickly, Carter still applying the lock.]

Tiger: Vandal could be in trouble here. Like we saw at Total Control, the more you wear on Vandal, the easier it can be.

Hart: That's what she said.

Nelson: Robbie, please.

[Vandal runs forward to the turnbuckle and launches himself backwards on top of Carter. Carter hits his head hard and Vandal turns quickly, trying to lock in the Sharpshooter.]

Tiger: Vandal is going for his patented SHARPSHOOTER! If he can lock it in, he's in good shape, because they're smack dab in the middle.

[Vandal continues to lean forward to gain leverage, but Carter grabs his neck and wraps his arms around as if attempting a reverse for a pin.]

Nelson: Carter holding on to Vandal on his neck, is that a modified sleeper hold?

Hart: Looks like a "Hope I don't let go or I'm screwed" move to me.

Tiger: In any case, Carter can't sway himself back to flip Vandal into a rolled pin. This could be a stalemate.

[Vandal tries to push Carter off, but his grip stays strong. Vandal drops the legs and stands, but Carter uses the momentum and swings Vandal into a rolling DDT!]

Nelson: A HUGE DDT BY J.J. CARTER!

Tiger: Here's the pin, what a reversal!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--

Nelson: OH! Not yet!

[Vandal barely kicks out and crawls to the ropes, clutching his neck. Carter comes up and kicks his knee out from under him. He picks Vandal up and lands a VERTICAL SUPLEX.]

Nelson: I heard that one. Great movement by J.J. Carter to not let Vandal rest easy!

[Carter crosses to the ropes, runs back, and lands a elbow on Vandal, who was slowly getting up. He rolls Vandal up.]

Tiger: The pin again!

ONE!

TW--

[Vandal flings his arm up and Carter grabs the wrist, twisting it behind his back. He lifts Vandal slowly using the pressure of the hold and spins him around for a huge SPINEBUSTER!]

Tiger: What a spinebuster! Carter has this is cruise control!

Hart: J.J. Carter had this match covered before he even came out here tonight. He knows what to do.

[Carter fails to pin Vandal and decides to wait for him to get up. Vandal is having trouble. The crowd gets a reaction for some reason. Johnny Vandal pulls on the referee who looks confused. Brother Shabazz comes out of nowhere and slides into the ring.]

Nelson: That's Shabazz?! What's he doing here?

Tiger: Shabazz is currently facing criminal charges, I don't know what he's doing...

[J.J. Carter walks forward to interrupt Vandal, but Brother Shabazz turns him and lands a huge YOUTH MOVEMENT!]

Nelson: WOW! What was that about?!

[Brother Shabazz pauses and stares down at Carter and leaves as Vandal continues to yell and point at his chest. The referee is confused as Vandal stops the charades and walks over to Carter.]

Tiger: Wow, Johnny Vandal using the interference as a means to a win? Low...

Hart: You do what you gotta do. He saw it coming and adapted. Can you blame him?

[Vandal gets ahold of Carter and sets him up.]

Nelson: This is such a lack of respect and conscience I can't even watch. Carter was betrayed and beaten and now Vandal, with his sick sense of humor is going to do this?

[Vandal lands Vandalism on Carter and he stands up smiling.]

Tiger: The fans don't like either wrestler, but still, enough is enough, and that's unneccessary.

[Vandal takes the pin.]

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

DING DING DING!

[Vandal smiles and stands, only to see Damien Xavier Machiavelli standing at the entrance ramp.]

Dixon: Here is your winnerrr, J...

[Vandal smacks the mic out of the announcer's hand and picks it up, but when he turns, DXM is no longer there.]

Nelson: Was that newcomer Damien Xavier Machiavelli just now?

Tiger: I think so, and Johnny Vandal looks confused...

[We now head backstage to find Mad Maddie and another woman, hanging out by a truck bay. Maddie is smoking a cigarette, while the woman is holding a bottle of Jack Daniels.]

Hart: [not pictured] Great, these her again. Who is the new drinking buddy?

Maddie: Hey, there's your camera.

Woman: Oh. Hello there everyone. [waves her right hand towards the camera] To make a long story short, my name is Shannon Crowley and I am Mary Joe Wolf's cousin. Together we are 'Wolf and Crowley', the management duo which leads superstars. Mary Joe had a rather bad personal meltdown and she's stepped away from the wrestling industry for a while. So now I'm in her place, finally getting my big break. I have spent some time the last couple weeks becoming friends with Maddie, and I like what I see in her.

[She pauses as she turns around to give a thumbs up to Maddie. Shannon takes another sip of whiskey, and Maddie takes another drag of her cigarette.]

Crowley: When you're the top level like me and my cousin, you can pretty much do whatever you want. Like decide who is worthy and not worthy to be a champion. My cousin found Mad Maddie, and she's a true fighter. Maddie is the definition of a warrior. She's strong, independent, and difficult to put down. She's the best person in this industry I've worked with. And this Bellatrix Drake clown, what is she going to do? She gets down and prays, she needs a higher power. But I'm sorry, no higher power - whatever it is - will save you Trixie. No higher power gives a damn about some wrestling match and two women beating the snot out of each other. So why don't you join reality here in America, 2009?

Maddie: She was probably born a man too.

Nelson: [not pictured] Wow...

Crowley: Hey, I wouldn't be surprised.

[pauses again]

Crowley: So yeah, I know a lot of people in this company don't like Mad Maddie. Think she's crazy and a joke, that she needs to go away. But take a look at where she is. She's the champion. Me and my cousin only align ourselves with the best of the best. Just know we - Madeline Brown, Shannon Crowley - are the future of the cWo women's division.

Maddie: And nobody in this division is going to stop us. Not Trixie, not Cassie Charisma, not Lana Lexington or Evette or any other bitch in the back. If any you bitches think you can dethrone the Queen, you better think again. And soon, I will prove it to this Bellatrix Drake - just you wait and see.

[Maddie takes one more drag of her cigarette, before flicking it away and walking into the arena.]

[Heavy weight plates slam together in a dark room. The only source of bright light is a small lamp against the wall of the gym at the arena in Greensboro. The camera moves towards the light as the weights continue to slam together. As the camera moves, a female voice can be heard muttering in Gaelic between each loud clang.]

Voice: Ni ceart go cur le cheile!

[CLANG!]

Voice: Tá mé ar buille!

[CLANG. The voice changes to english.]

Voice: Goddess, grant me strength!

[CLANG!]

Voice: Grant me vengance.

[The camera turns, now lookign directly at the lamp, which illuminated a large poster of Mad Maddie. The camera holds, then pans out as Bellatrix Drake approaches the picture. Bellatrix stares at the poster for a few seconds, inhaling and exhaling anrgily, nostrills flaring. She then turns her back and goes back to the gym equipment. The camera focuses on the poster, then goes back to the announce team.]

Nelson: Mad Maddie is everything that's on Bellatrix Drake's mind.

Hart: And how about that Shannon Crowley! I'd like to this current installment of Driven her, baby! OH YEAH!

Nelson and Tiger: Gross!

Nelson: Well folks, up next is a grudge match of sorts, but not in the way we're used to. Jen Diamond has been on a mission to get her hands on Lana Lexington recently, and last week, when finally confronted, Lana seemed to give in to Jen's demands, only to turn around and announce that she wanted an arm wrestlng match with the former Women's Champion.

Tiger: But, if Jen Diamond is able to win this contest, she'll get the shot she so desperately wants at Lana!

Hart: And that's a BIG if! Lana's a tremendous athlete!

Tiger: Well, not to take anything away from Ms. Lexington, but she's no Jen Diamond.

Nelson: Exactly, Peter. Jen Diamond has to have the advantage in this one. This is someone who's gone up against the best of cWo's best competitors, women AND men, and has had success.

Hart: This isn't a wrestling match! She's out of her element!

Nelson: She also has a significant size advantage on Lana!

Hart: Lana has better genes!

[Donna Dixon stands in the ring in front of a small circular padded table and two stools. ]

Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is an arm wrestling match, and will be overseen by cWo senior official Johnny Williams.

[Johnny Williams gives a wave to the crowd.]

Dixon: Introducing first, from Boca Raton Florida, here is JEEEN DIAAMOND!

[The crowd cheers and "Physical" by NIN begins to play as of pyros shoot up from either side as the ramp and Jen Diamond confidently strides to the ring. She climbs up onto the apron, climbs into the ring, then flexes for the crowd.]

Nelson: And Lana's the one with good genetics, Robbie?

Hart: Just stop! You have her on your myspace! I saw it on your laptop, you look at her profile but you never message her!

Nelson: You have my laptop?

Hart: I'm gonna message her one day and tell her you like her!

Nelson: You better not!

Tiger: Gentlemen, please, can we focus?

Nelson: Sorry folks. I apologize for that.

Hart: See, the guy from the B show is more professional than you!

Tiger: Jen Diamond now looking over that table, and she certainly looks confident about her chances tonight.

Dixon: And her opponent, from Boston, Massachucets, here is LANA LEXINGTON!

[Lights flash in tune with Fireflight's "Unbreakable" as the intro begins. As the song kicks in, Lana Lexington bursts out from the entrance way jumping up and down, looking excited and ready. She is welcomed by boos from the fans, but acknowledges them with a wave and smile as she makes her way to the ring. Lana climbs on to the apron and faces the crowd with her back to the ropes. She outstretches her arms and does a backflip into the ring and lands in a pose with her feet crossed and her arms outstretched. The fans boo as she flashes another smile as the music fades]

Nelson: Well the fans are all over Lana, but she doesn't seem to notice!

Hart: She's from a family of showmen! She knows they boo because they love her!

[Lana looks over Jen Diamond, trying to keep her confident appearence, but swallows hard,. Johnny Williams motions both women over, and they face each other, with Williams in the middle.]

Williams: Alright, ladies, keep it clean and legal! I'm tough but I'm fair. I don't want any forgein substances on your hands, no digging in with your fingernails, no stepping on feet. Your elbow may only go one inch off of the elbow pad when you go over the top, otherwise I will restart the match. Am I understood?

[Both women nod, and continue to stare each other down.]

Williams: Take your positions!

Nelson: Senior Referee Johnny Williams making sure that both competitors understand the rules.

Hart: It's arm wrestling! How hard is it to understand?

Tiger: Competitive armwrestling is actually a very successful sport.

Hart: So is competative eating, proving that people are idiots and will watch anything! Won't you idiots? I dare you to change the channel, dummy.

Nelson: Robbie!

[Jen and Lana sit down on the stools across from each other. Jen smiles as she puts her elbow in the elbow pad and holds her arm out, waiting for Lana to lock up. Lana quickly gets to her feet.]

Nelson: Oh come on!

Tiger: Lana seems to be stalling here!

[Lana motions for Johnny Wililams, then points to Jen]

Lana: Check her hand! She's got something on her hand!

[The crowd boos as Johnny Wiliams walks over to Jen Diamond. Jen holds out both hands as Williams looks them over, then steps away, satisfied.]

Williams: She's clean!

Nelson: Well, Lana tried to catch Jen cheating there.

Tiger: And it didn't work! Lana may actually have to go through with this!

[Lana sits back down. Jen holds out her arm again. Lana hesistantly extends her arm, putting her elbow on the pad. She goes to lock up with Jen, but suddenly gets back to her feet. The crowd boos again.]

Nelson: Oh come on!

Tiger: What now!

Lana: I'm left handed!! We need to do this left handed!

[The crowd boos again. Jen rolls her eyes.]

Hart: Let her use her dominant hand! Come on, what's so bad about that?

Nelson: She couldn't have mentioned this before the match?

[Jen argily flips the elbow pad to her left elbow and slams her left arm down on it. ]

Nelson: I think Jen's about to really lose it here.

[Lana continues to jaw at Williams, who turns her around and sits her down onto the stool, bringing on some cheers.]

Hart: He can't put his hands on her, that old coot!

Nelson: His job is to keep this contest going, and that's exactly what he's doing!

[Lana faces Jen, puts her elbow on the pad, goes to lock hands but again quickly moves her arm away. Frutrated, Johnny Williams pulls a leather strap out of his pocket. Lana stands up again, backing away.]

Nelson: Well, Williams is going to tie their hands together to finally get htis one going!

Tiger: Again, the senior referee showing what he's doing!

Lana: You can't do this! Do you know who my-

Williams: Young lady, SIT DOWN!

[The crowd cheers as Williams points firmly at the chair. Lana sinks, then sits back down. She puts her arm ont he pat and locks hands with Jen. Johnny Williams then ties the leather strap around their arms and moves away. He then chops the air with a hand.]

Williams: GO!

Nelson: And we're underway!

[The crowd cheers. Jen Diamond smiles as Lana grimaces, putting all her strenght into it. Jen's arm moves slightly, but Jen continues to smiles at Lana.]

Tiger: Jen Diamond just toying with Lana Lexington right now.

Hart: But Jen's arm is moving! Lana's winning!

[Lana continues to strain, then raises her arm slightly, trying to get an angle on Jen. She pushes Jen's arm closes and closer backwards towards the padding. Jen gives a fake look of concern, then her expression goes blank and her arm begins to push Lana's backwards.]

Nelson: I think she just got serious!

[Jen continues to inch Lana's arm backwards towards the mat. Lana strains and grimaces, trying to provide resistance.]

Hart: Come on, Lana! Remember who's blood flows through your veins!

[Lana's expression goes blank as Jen slams her arm into the mat. Johnny Williams raises his arm and the bell rings.]

DING DING DING

Dixon: Here is your winner, Jen Diamond!

[The crowd cheers and Jen raises her free arm and Williams un-latches her from Lana.]

Nelson: Jen Diamond's done it, and now Lana Lexington can no longer hide! She's got to give her a match!

[Jen stands up and poses when suddenly Lana grabs her arm and drops to the ground in pain.]

Nelson: Wait a second, what's this!

Hart: Oh no, Lana's hurt!

Tiger: What? She was fine a second ago!

Nelson: How could she possibly have gotten injured!

[Lana sits on the mat holding her arm and giving over-dramatic pained expressions. Suddenly, two cWo medical staffers run towards the ring.]

Nelson: I believe that's the fastest I've ever seen cWo's medical team out here.

Hart: They're the best in the business!

Tiger: Something's fishy here, guys. This is all a little too convienient. Lana has to give Jen a match, and now she's suddenly injured?

Hart: She had her arm slammed into a table! She probably shattered all the bones!

Nelson: I doubt that!

[Jen Diamond throws her hands up in frustration and storms out of the ring as Mecial personell continue to check on Lana's arm.]

Nelson: I have a feeling we haven't seen the end of this. This was all too suspicious.

Hart: You're paranoid, Joel! Plenty of people get injured in armwrestling matches!

Nelson: Name one.

Hart: I knew some guy once who did! Excuse me for not remembering the name of everyone I've ever met!

[The crowd boos as the medics help Lana to the back. She still grimaces and clutches her arm.]

Tiger: I'm curious to see where she takes this next, Joel.

Nelson: Me too, Peter, but I doubt it's going to get any less frustrating for Jen Diamond.

Nelson: Welcome back to Driven, folks, we still have quality wrestling action for you tonight including our main event of the evening, "The Canadian Gigolo" Mike Logan versus Mr. Rich, the winner goes on to Glory to face Johnny Serious for the cWo World Heavyweight Championship.

Tiger: Yes indeed! But before that, we've got some great tag team action pairing Chazz Mendel and Muru, who from as we've seen tonight, are in a sticky situation with the presence of none other than Reg Mendel Junior who is, judging from the Mendel Family Patriarch's reaction, is of the illigitimate variety.

Nelson: We'll have to see what impact, if at all, they have on this match as Chazz and United States Champion Muru take on Face Turn members and former Tag Team Champions, Victor Emmit and Tito Barnes! Let's send it down to Donna Dixon and the official ring introductions!

DING DING DING

Dixon: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

[Notorious JON's "God Gave Notorious JON To You" hits the PA system. As the intro passes, one big pyro burst shoots from the stage area to the roof, when members of cWo band Face Turn come out of the entrance way. Victor Emmit and Tito "K-Rock" Barnes lead the pack as Electric Mike, Nigel St. Claire and Mr. Fantasy follow behind.]

Dixon: Entering the ring first, being accompanied by Face Turn, at a combined weight of four hundred and ninety nine pounds. Victoooor Emmit and Titoooooooo Barnes!

[Victor looks in a bit of a sour mood as Tito puts his arm around his shoulder and tries to console him.]

Tiger: Victor doesn't look his usual happy go lucky self coming out here.

Hart: Not after what Devon Dice did to him!

Nelson: Let's take a look at what occured between the two earlier tonight.

[We revert to footage from earlier in the show, where Victor is holding his hand up above his head. Then he lowers his hand down below his waist.]

Emmit: You're down here. You know who needs to earn respect around here? Here take a look...

[Victor drops his mic, then unclips his round purple glasses from his t-shirt, and holds it up to Dice's face to see his reflection. Doesn't take long before Devon Dice slaps the glasses down to the floor.]

Hart: Hey!

[Before Victor can go to pick them up, Dice fakes a charge on Victor, that sends Victor rushing out of the ring. Dice laughs as Victor looks on at ringside in a mild shock.]

Dice: Well thank you for coming out Victor, and telling me what my problems are. But you wanna know what your problem is?

[Dice pauses as the audience hangs on to what he has to say.]

Dice: ME!

[Dice stomps on Victor's glasses as fans go wild. Victor becomes enraged, shouting inaudibly at Dice as Clutch's "Electric Worry" hits the PA system. We return to action to see Tito still attempting to cheer Victor up, who shakes his head in disappointment.]

Hart: Is that the state of affairs in cWo now? Victor tries to drum up a conversation and Devon Dice steps on his sunglasses?

Nelson: All I can say is I understand Devon Dice's frustration, as a longstanding cWo fan it's hard to watch Notorious JON embarass himself...

[Then, "Tiger the Lion" hits the PA system.]

"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 from the entrance way.]

Dixon: And their opponents, first weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds. Hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia. Chazz Meeeeendeeeeel!

[Fans cheer as Chazz Mendel continues down the aisle, he feeds off the energy of the crowd.]

Hart: Seems a good mood for a guy who almost got away with murder last week.

Nelson: That would seem out of character for the Chazz Mendel we see today.

Hart: Oh yeah? Out of character for the Villain of the Year?

Nelson: I know if you asked me a few months ago I'd buy into the accusations but, Chazz has shown us he's got a fighting spirit to be proud of, I don't think he'd want to tarnish that.

Hart: Yeah that's what he wants you to think. You saw his brother, his accomplice Reggie Mendel, giving him the thumbs up. You can't ignore what's right in front of you! That man's got so many tricks that he has to wear layers just to have the sleeves for them!

Nelson: You're being ridiculous.

Hart: I'm just providing the facts!

[Chazz slows down as he comes closer the members of Face Turn who wait on the outside of the ring, Electric Mike picks out the Face Turn logo on his chest shouting "Face Turn baby!" Chazz passes by him, when Nigel St. Claire gets in his face. Chazz shifts around him and rolls under the bottom rope. He takes his place in the corner opposite Victor and Tito. 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]

Dixon: And weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds, from Allen Park Michigan, he is the cWo United States champion…Muuuruuu!

[Muru then walks out through the fog and makes his way down the ramp with the United States title around his waist. He's not so enthusiastic as he comes down the aisle.]

Hart: See Muru's smart, he doesn't buy what Chazz Mendel is selling.

Nelson: That's not it at all.

Tiger: Muru also opted not to cast judgment until we know more.

Nelson: It's only fair. Besides guys, this isn't Days of our Lives. They're grown men, let them work it out.

[Before he gets to the ring, he's confronted by the band as Chazz was, with Nigel getting in Muru's face talking trash. Muru rolls his eyes as he ignores them and climbs up on the apron, entering the ring.]

Tiger: These guys really pack an attitude!

Nelson: They don't look like guys who would wanna pick fights with cWo wrestlers. They look a little out of their element here.

[Victor looks to be the decided first man in the match, while Muru seems to volunteer his spot to Chazz. Referee Hector Garcia calls for the bell.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: But regardless I think we're ready to go here. It's gonna be Victor Emmit and Chazz Mendel starting this off.

Hart: Victor's gonna use his anger here tonight. Chazz won't know what's coming!

[The two approach one another.]

Nelson: They lock up.

[Chazz quickly goes behind Victor with a hammerlock.]

Nelson: Hammerlock applied.

[Victor goes behind Chazz with a hammerlock reversal.]

Nelson: Reversed.

[Chazz then reverses the hammerlock, with a fireman's carry.]

Nelson: Chazz takes him down!

[Victor rushes to his feet, when Chazz places him in a headlock on his way up. Quickly Victor backs against the ropes and shoots him off.]

Nelson: Victor pushes Chazz off.

[On the rebound, Victor tries to meet him with a front dropkick, but Chazz hooks the ropes, stopping him from advancing towards it, Victor collapses to the mat.]

Nelson: Unanswered dropkick.

[Chazz rolls in with a jacknife pin.]

Nelson: Look at this!

ONE

[Victor kicks out, both men quickly get to their feet, Victor goes for a quick spinning roundhouse kick, but Chazz ducks it and nails him with a dropkick, that sends Victor stumbling back and falling in a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle in his team's corner.]

Tiger: I like this guys!

Nelson: You and I both!

[As Victor rests, looking on at Chazz frustrated, Chazz creeps near him, ringing his thumbs index fingers together over his eyes, imitating him in his purple sunglasses.]

Hart: Hey what the!?

Tiger: Chazz is dominating him physically and mentally!

Hart: What a jerk!

[Victor pulls himself to his feet. Tito offers up a tag, but Victor is heard saying "I got this."]

Nelson: Victor not taking the opportunity to tag out.

Hart: Oh we're just getting started!

[Victor Emmit charges after Chazz, to the approval of the fans Chazz responds with a drop toe hold.]

Hart: No!

[Chazz floats over and attempts a grounded headlock, but Victor crawls backwards and out of it.]

Tiger: It's like Tom and Jerry in there!

[Both men get back up, when Chazz meets Victor with a knife edge chop.]

Hart: Owww!

Nelson: Hard knife edge chop!

[Chazz follows up with a forearm.]

Nelson: He's really taking it to him!

[Chazz follows up with another knife edge chop.]

Tiger: Great chops! Great chops...

[Out of desperation Victor fires back with three repeated kicks to the gut. He then digs both thumbs into his eyes.]

Nelson: The catch as catch can portion of the match has come to a screeching halt.

[Chazz goes for a hard right punch, but Victor side steps, and takes Chazz down in a big way with a cobra clutch backbreaker.]

Hart: That'll even the odds!

Tiger: I'll say!

[Chazz lies on the mat as Victor takes a brief moment to collect himself.]

Hart: This is it! It's already over!

[Victor goes for a pin.]

ONE

Nelson: Almost two.

[Victor Emmit, with a tug of the hair sits Chazz Mendel up, he looks to Tito and is heard asking "you want in?"]

Hart: Remember when these two used to be friends?

Nelson: I remember there was a time where it seemed Victor Emmit had his head on straight.

[Victor pulls Chazz Mendel up to his feet, and kicks him in the gut. He follows up by wrenching on his arm.]

Nelson: Hard to believe there was a time fans thought Emmit was a positive influence on Chazz Mendel.

[Victor with the arm wrenched, delivers a knee lift to the gut of Chazz Mendel.]

Hart: Who's to say he wouldn't be a good influence now?

[Victor then takes Chazz down with a one armed snapmare followed by a hard kick to the spine.]

Hart: Oooh look at that!

Nelson: Maybe it's because he shows the maturity of a juvenile delinquent?

Hart: Oh well I'm sure he's well endowed.

Nelson: That's not what I mean!

[While in a seated position, Victor places Chazz in a half nelson and drags him over to Tito. Tito slaps Victor on the back.]

Nelson: Tito now the legal man.

[Victor lays on Chazz with a chinlock, as Tito enters the ring. He starts laying boots into the chest of Mendel.]

Tiger: Good teamwork.

Nelson: It's so far so good for Victor Emmit and Tito.

Hart: You mean Face Turn.

Nelson: Face Turn, sure...

[At a count of four Victor releases Chazz and exits the ring. Tito takes control grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet.]

Hart: Time to see if Tito still has it!

Tiger: A former Tag Team Champion, I wouldn't doubt he's got skills.

Hart: And he's jacked! Look at this!

[Tito hoists Chazz over his shoulder, and tosses him towards the middle of the ring with a body slam.]

Tiger: Not a lot of people can make a body slam look that big!

Hart: That's what I'm talking about!

[Tito rushes over to him with a pin.]

ONE

TWO

Hart: Got a two!

Nelson: United States Champion Muru desperate for that tag.

[Tito gets back to his feet.]

Tiger: Gotta wonder if it's wise for Muru to even get in there.

[Tito goes against the ropes, on the rebound he drops down on Chazz with an elbow drop.]

Nelson: Big time elbow drop on Mendel.

[Chazz is worn out as Tito sits him up, he's gripping his hair with his left hand, as he gestures to Muru, daring him to come into the ring, before dropping a hammering elbow between Chazz's neck and shoulder, he repeats the action methodically.]

Hart: Chazz is getting beaten up and down! It's nearing a point of no return!

Nelson: The physically impressive Tito is really posing a serious threat.

[Tito then places Chazz in a dragon sleeper.]

Tiger: If you can fault Tito for anything right now it might be in his cohesiveness with Victor Emmit, Emmit created an opening with that backbreaker, with this inverted facelock it's working the neck, it's still an effective hold no less.

Nelson: You make a good point. But I don't think anyone exactly envies him right now either way.

Tiger: Oh no, for sure. But you know, I still hear through the grapevine that Chazz's back is still bugging him since his epic rivalry with Nick Dangerous.

Nelson: I have no trouble believing that.

[A concerned Muru enters the ring beyond Garcia's knowledge, and hits a stern kick against the back of Tito's head.]

Hart: Hey!

Nelson: I think Muru was starting to see the writing on the wall there.

Hart: I think we all did!

[Tito takes a moment to complain to Hector Garcia.]

Hart: Keep your eyes on the prize K-Rock!

[Tito turns to a sitting Chazz Mendel, who tries to recuperate. Tito bends over to get a grip on his head, when Chazz pulls him in for a small package pin.]

Nelson: Hold on!

ONE

TWO

Hart: What! Woosh!

Tiger: Close!

[Tito gets up and quickly boots Chazz in the head.]

Hart: Oh man, kick him again! He really asked for it there!

[Tito then pulls Chazz by the arms towards Victor, and slaps hands with him.]

Hart: Tag is made!

[Tito picks Chazz up, and hits him with a backbreaker. He keeps his back rested on Tito's knee as Victor hits the top rope.]

Tiger: Not lookin' good for Chazz!

[Victor plays a little air guitar, before preparing for the jump, he leaps off for a leg drop.]

Nelson: He moved!

Hart: Oh no!

Tiger: Nothing but mat! Nothing but mat!

[Victor turns over to his chest, nursing his lower back, as Chazz attempts to crawl away from the two, but Tito grabs him by the ankle.]

Nelson: Chazz wants to make that tag!

Hart: Tito doesn't want him to!

Nelson: Tito's not the legal man!

[Hector Garcia threatens disqualification as Tito attempts to take liberties with Mendel, Tito plays innocent as he puts his hands up and exits the ring, Chazz gingerly crawls towards an anxious Muru, as a pained Victor slowly chases after.]

Tiger: Is he gonna make it? Can he make the tag?

Hart: Come on Victor! Get up! You can stop him!

[Chazz comes close, but Victor grabs him by the ankle. Victor then rises to his feet.]

Hart: Yes!

[Chazz with all he has climbs up to one foot, and faces Victor.]

Nelson: Enziguri!

[Fans cheer as Victor falls to one knee, stunned, as Chazz makes a tag.]

Nelson: And a tag!

[Muru enters the ring excitedly, serving a right hand to Victor to take him down.]

Nelson: Muru takes down Victor!

[Victor gets up, as Muru takes him down with another right.]

Tiger: He's feeding off this Greensboro crowd!

[Victor once again is up, as Muru delivers a kick to the gut, and followed by a Manhattan drop.]

Nelson: Inverted atomic drop!

[Victor is stunned but still standing, as Muru then goes for what looks like a scoop slam, but he lands Victor on his feet.]

Tiger: Going for Spilt Milk!

[Tito takes exception as he enters the ring, he charges after Muru, but Muru hits him with a kick to the gut, and hooks him in for a DDT.]

Tiger: He's going for a double whammy!

[Tito reverse the attempt, pushing him backwards towards the ropes, causing him to release Victor, as the two fall out between the middle and top rope.]

Nelson: Tito's not even the legal man, get him out of there!

[Both men rise to their feet on the outside, Muru floors him with a right hand.]

Tiger: But Muru's bringing it!

[Members of the band then rush Muru.]

Nelson: Hold on...

[Muru delivers right hands to each approaching member of the band.]

Hart: What is he doing!

[All of Face Turn is lying on the mat as Muru goes back into the ring to a slowly recovering Victor Emmit.]

Hart: I can't believe the nerve! First Devon Dice and now Muru disrespecting Face Turn!

Nelson: You get what you give Robbie.

[Muru kicks Victor in the chest as he's bent over trying to get up, and takes him down with a discus punch that sends Victor sommersaulting to the mat.]

Hart: Watch those rights Garcia!

Tiger: That was a knockout blow!

[Muru goes down for a cover.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Kickout at two.

[Muru begins picking Victor up to his feet. He hooks him for a suplex.]

Tiger: He's gonna lift him up!

[Muru lifts Victor for a vertical suplex, but there becomes a sense of struggle in Muru in keeping him up. Muru drops Victor, who lands on his feet in fron t of him.]

Nelson: What the?

[Victor hesitates in confusion, as he sees Muru shake his head quickly, looking woozy. He leaps up and hits a jumping side kick. The snap of the kick brings a collective "ooooh" out of the crowd. Muru slowly collapses to the mat.]

Tiger: That didn't look good Joel.

Nelson: That didn't look good at all.

[Victor goes for a pin.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Instinctively Muru kicks out.

Tiger: I don't know if he should be in there though.

[Victor picks Muru up to his feet.]

Nelson: No neither do I.

Hart: Well he had a concussion, surely Muru of all people knew he shouldnt be in there!

[Victor then has Muru in an arm wrench.]

Nelson: Muru perhaps too prideful. Oh!

[Victor takes Muru down with an armwrench crescent kick.]

Tiger: Keeps going for that head!

[A concerned Chazz Mendel attempts to get in the ring, grabbing the attention of Hector Garcia, who struggles with him to keep him in his corner.]

Hart: You know Chazz is feeling guilty, this is all his fault!

Tiger: There's definitely a concern on Chazz's part here.

[Victor slaps his own hand aggressively, giving the impression a tag was made as Tito and Victor quickly swap spots. Tito quickly stomps on the head of a recovering Muru.]

Hart: Look at these guys working the system!

Nelson: Yeah way to work the system to take care of a man dealing with a concussion!

[Chazz Mendel relents, seeing his protest isn't changing anything, as Tito sits Muru up, and slams his head backwards against the mat.]

Nelson: If I were Hector I'd allow a change of partner right here, Muru's obviously in bad shape.

Hart: You can't go easy on the guy just because he doesn't know any better!

[Tito picks up Muru's head and again slams it down.]

Nelson: This is getting hard to watch.

[Tito goes for a pin.]

ONE

TWO

Hart: He's kicking out! You can't blame Tito! You can't blame Face Turn!

[Victor requests a tag, as Tito complies.]

Nelson: Victor back in now.

[Victor rushes in, dropping a leg drop over the head of Muru.]

Nelson: Quick leg drop...

[Victor rolls Muru on his back towards the center of the ring. He looks to Tito, pointing the sign of the devil in his direction, he then looks to the other members of Face Turn, and with both hands holds out the same gesture, as they return it, while the fans boo.]

Hart: What a tight knit group!

[Victor backs into the ropes. On the rebound he performs a phantom Angus Young guitar hop towards Muru, jumps up in the air, strumming his air guitar like Pete Townshend, before attempting a knee drop on the head of the United States Champion.]

Nelson: That knee just missed it's target.

Tiger: Muru rolled out at the last second!

Nelson: Thank goodness.

Tiger: He's gotta make that tag!

Hart: He's hardly even alive!

[Muru doesn't make it far when Victor catches up and grips him by the head. Fans boo as he laughs at Chazz Mendel and slowly brings him to his feet.]

Nelson: The look on Victor's face suggests he's far too proud of himself.

[Victor then clutches Muru's head for a DDT, he continues to look at Chazz Mendel.]

Hart: This is it! This will do the trick!

[Before Victor can drop Muru on his head, Chazz springboards off the top rope and hits a clothesline.]

Hart: What!

Nelson: Chazz couldn't stand by and watch this!

[Tito then attempts to enter the ring as Hector Garcia struggles to maintain control of the match. Chazz greets Tito with a kick to the shoulder, stunning him.]

Hart: Disqualify him Garcia!

[Chazz then pushes a recovered Victor against the ropes and whips him to the opposite end, on the rebound, Chazz knocks him down with a big back body drop.]

Tiger: Good hangtime on that back body drop!

[Tito then enters the ring, he meets Chazz with a kick to the stomache.]

Hart: All hell has broken loose!

[Tito sets him up for a powerbomb, he spirals with Chazz hoisted on his shoulders.]

Nelson: Tito with a spinning powerbomb-no!

Tiger: Hurricanrana!

[The hurricanrana sends Tito outside between the second and third rope. Chazz then kicks a recovering Victor Emmit in the stomache.]

Nelson: DANGEROUS DDT!

Hart: No! That's enough! Disqualify him!

[Hector confronts Chazz, who seems to have his eyes on Tito on the outside, Chazz goes against the ropes, and on the rebound hits a suicide dive on the big man.]

Nelson: Chazz might have completely turned this match around! At the risk of his own health!

Tiger: Well Chazz and Tito are down on the outside, Muru and Victor down on the inside, it's anyone's game right now.

[Muru turns Victor around and lays an arm on his chest.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Yes!

Hart: No Joel! Just a two!

[Muru slams his hand on the mat as he sits himself up on his knees. He looks to the crowd who cheer in support. He gets up to his feet as he looks to be headed for the turnbuckle. He puts one foot on the second rope, when he hesitates, staring down the three disgruntled band members.]

Tiger: He's wasting time!

[Suddenly Chazz is back in the scene again, as he rushes from the apron to ringside with a sommersault flip landing on top of all three members of the band.]

Tiger: Chazz Mendel is a one man wrecking crew!

[Chazz's move gives Muru a confidence to climb up to the top, but it's too late, as before he can climb up, Victor pulls him back down by the foot.]

Tiger: Wait a minute...

[Muru's back on the mat, as Victor clutches him in a waist lock. He looks to be attempting a german suplex, but Muru clutches the top ropes for support.]

Tiger: Looks like a suplex attempt.

[Victor delivers clubbing forearms to the back of Muru's head.]

Tiger: Back on the head!

[Muru becomes a little woozy, as Victor again tries for a german suplex, but this time Muru grabs the turnbuckle pad, which provides some resistance, but is somewhat easily ripped off the corner.]

Hart: The ring's coming apart!

[The turnbuckle pad flies across the ring...Suddenly Victor Emmit pushes Muru head first into the corner.]

Nelson: No!

[Victor rolls him up backwards with a backwards rolling pin, Hector looking conflicted in the heat of the moment, counts the pin.]

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Hart: Haha! Yes!

Nelson: Wait just a damn minute!

["God Gave Notorious JON To You" plays on the PA system as fans boo the result.]

Nelson: Something's not right here!

Dixon: The winner of this match by pinfall, Victor Emmit and Tito!

Hart: Enough of your horror stories Joel, this is a huge win for Victor Emmit!

Nelson: How often do you see turnbuckle pads just rip off like that!

[Tito helps Victor to his feet, as the band is down and out on the outside alongside Chazz Mendel. Meanwhile Muru is also out on the inside of the ring.]

Hart: You can't pin this on Face Turn.

Nelson: Questionable of Hector Garcia to not call it a disqualification.

Hart: It was an accident! How about congratulations to Victor Emmit and Tito on this collosal victory!

Nelson: I'd like to see this when Muru's one hundred percent personally.

Hart: I wish I could get as much done in a day as Victor Emmit. Comes around here telling Devon Dice how it is, coming out here to wrestle a former and current United States Champion, and he's gonna be at the Shack later tonight with the first ever live performance of Face Turn! Isn't that great?

Nelson: I'm overjoyed.

Hart: Do you think they're gonna play any new stuff? Or old stuff?

Nelson: I don't think they have any "stuff" in the first place, new or old...but now folks I'm being informed that Tiffany Tolberg is backstage with World Champion Johnny Serious, Tiffany?

[Tiffany Tolberg is alone when Johnny Serious walks into the picture as the crowd can be heard cheering in the background. Serious has the World Title draped over his shoulder.]

Tolberg: I am here with the cWo World Champion, Johnny Serious. Johnny, tonight, Mike Logan and Mr. Rich face off in the main event, and news tonight, Tony Awesome has made this into a number one contender's match, winner to face you at Glory. What are your thoughts?

Serious: To be honest with you, it really doesn't matter who I face at Glory. Both men are in need of a SERIOUS ass kicking and I will be happy to be the one that supplies it!

Tolberg: Will you be watching the main event match tonight?

Serious: Are you SERIOUS?

[Tolberg has a confused look on her face.]

Serious: Oh, I'll be watching that match tonight, REAL CLOSE. I trust neither one of these cowards. I know men like Mike Logan, hell, I was men like Mike Logan. When I first came here to the cWo I was just like him. I ran around these hallways thinking I was better then everyone and I believed it to, which was my weakness. And Mr. Rich, well, at that time, he was my manager. He let me get involved with people like Nick Dangerous. But what Mr. Rich doesn't realize is that I know his games better then anyone here in the cWo! And I know that either one of these men, these "Friends", Mike Logan and Mr. Rich would sell each other out in a heartbeat to get what they want. I know it because I was a part of that years ago. So yeah, I will be watching this main event REAL CLOSE Tiffany! And I will tell you this, that whether it be Mr. Rich or Mike Logan and his big mouth, I will be ready at GLORY!So my best advise to both of these men tonight...Watch out for each others lady, whether it be Evette or Sabrina Swallows, because I can almost guarantee that these two will try to get involved some how. So tonight, LET'S GET SERIOUS!!!!!!!!

[Johnny walks off screen as Tiffany looks into the camera.]

Toldberg: You heard him boys....Let's Get Serious!

Nelson: We have to cut away one last time! Our main event of the evening is coming up next!!!

Nelson: Well, there’s definitely been some very fierce words said tonight building up to tonight’s main-event between Mr. Rich and Mike Logan and the winner will face Johnny Serious at Glory for the cWo World Heavyweight Title. Honestly, I’m not sure anyone wins in this bout given who we’re dealing with.

Tiger: These are certainly two of the most cunning individuals on the cWo roster and this match definitely will see it’s fair share of short-cuts being taken.

Hart: Personally, I wouldn’t mind seeing either one of these guys get the title shot because these two are clearly the most deserving of the title that we have on the roster.

Nelson: Well, just to safe-guard against any shenanigans these two might come up with, we’ve got Johnny Serious as the guest referee tonight to make sure these fans get their money’s worth.

Tiger: Johnny Serious definitely doesn’t want to see Mike Logan or Mr. Rich use a short-cut to win the title shot, so this is a smart move by the front-office.

Hart: Personally, I think Serious should have kept his nose out of this one, but let’s go to the ring for introductions!

Donna Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening. The following contest is set for one fall and is for a shot at the cWo World Heavyweight Title! Introducing first, tonight’s special guest referee, from Hollywood, California… he is YOUR cWo… WORLD. HEAVYWEIGHT. CHAMPION… JOHNNY… SERIOUS!!!

[he lights go our as the Voice of Johnny Serious comes over the sound system and says "Are You SERIOUS." An orange light turns on in the arena as the song "Elevation" by U2 plays. Johnny Serious makes his way out, wearing the cWo World Heavyweight Championship Belt. He enters the ring, goes to a corner, climbs the turnbuckle, unstraps the Championship belt and lifts it in the air to the crowd with a playful cocky smile as the regular house lights come back on.]

Donna Dixon: And introducing the first contestant, from New York City, weighing in at 254 pounds… MR. RICH!!!

[ink Floyd's "Money" hits the arena as Mr Rich makes his way out towards the ring. He stops in the aisle, waving his money around as a dollar sign lights up. He continues to the ring, flashing his money in the fans face and then taking it away. He slowly enters the ring and stands in the center as canons from all four ring posts shoot out fake money with Mr Rich's face on it. ]

Hart: And Mr. Rich, making his way to the ring now. I’m sure this isn’t how he pictured getting a World Title opportunity.

Donna Dixon: And his opponent… from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada… weighing in at 243 pounds… he is “The Loga-Conda”… MIKE… LOGAN!!!

[he lights dim and turn a cherry shade of red as "The Stroke" by Billy Squire begins to play over the P.A. system as we see "The Canadian Gigolo" Mike Logan emerge from behind the curtain wearing a long sleeveless black and red rhinestone robe with red and black short wrestling trunks plus sunglasses and Sabrina Swallows to the left of him. He then looks out at the fans with a smirk before gyrating his hips as the fans immediately begin to boo loudly upon his arrival while Sabrina swoons at his hip gyrations.]

Nelson: Mike Logan had some rather interesting words in an interview conducted earlier tonight by Tiffany Tolberg. Let's take a look at the footage!

[The screen goes into picture in picture. On the small screen, the scene is backstage where we see Mike Logan decked out in his ring gear with Sabrina Swallows by his side as Tiffany Tolberg stands beside the “Loga-Conda”, waiting to interview him.]

Tiffany Tolberg: I’m here with the self-proclaimed “Loga-conda” Mike…

[Sabrina Swallows makes a talk to the hand gesture to Tiffany and takes the microphone and begins to speak.]

Sabrina Swallows: Self-proclaimed? Uhmm, like… AS IF! Now get out of here, you fake-breated slut and like, let my man speak and junk…

[Mike Logan smirks into the camera and begins to speak.]

Mike Logan: Well, well, WELL… once again, Mike “Tiffany said that she was celibate yet she did me for the hell of it” Logan… stands here before a sold-out crowd full of trailer-park trash and is thrust into a situation by a champion threatened by the oozing machismo and over-whelming sex appeal of an athlete that is truly the real deal. So he pits “The Loga-Conda” against his friend and mentor, Mr. Rich just so he can get under the skin of “The Canadian Gigolo”. You see, what Mr. Rich doesn’t realize is that tonight, he’s against 243 simply scrumptious and stunning pounds of Canadian-built twisted steel and sex appeal. I am the reflection of perfection, the number one selection. I am the women’s pet, the men’s regret. What you see… is what you get. And what you don’t see… is better yet. I’ve been known to make backs crack, livers quiver, and while the rest of the cWo locker room is laughing and joking, I’m in the ring cooking and smoking! I’m the body-rockin’, panty-droppin’, slammin’ and jammin’ superstar that goes “Wham! Bam! Thank You Ma’am” and leaves the rest of the boys saying to themselves… “Daaaaamn” when they step in the ring with “The Loga-Conda”. And tonight, Mr. Rich will be no exception as I cement my “Loga-cy” toward being the next cWo World. Heaveyweight. Champion! See you in that ring, daddy-o!

[The picture in picture flashes away as Mike removes his robe and gyrates his hips some more before thrusting his pelvis at the crowd to more boos and then runs against the ropes briefly before he heads to the corner and leans up against the turnbuckles awaiting his opponent as the music dies down and Sabrina is rubbing him down.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: Well, here we go and it looks like both men are sizing one another up right now.

Tiger: Both men look a bit hesitant to lock up, though.

Hart: Well, would you want to fight your best friend?

[Logan and Rich circle each other and then act like their about to lock up when Mr. Rich backs up and struts around the ring as Mike Logan just nods his head.]

Nelson: Oh, come on! Don’t tell me they’re not gonna fight each other!

Tiger: With these two, who knows what kind of plans they have.

[Logan and Rich then look at each other and go to lock up again and they finally lock up this time and Mr. Rich straps on a headlock on Mike Logan.]

Hart: Mr. Rich with his headlock of doom!

Nelson: Now Logan whips him into the ropes and takes him down with a Hip Toss followed by a Standing Dropkick! What elevation there by “The Loga-Conda”!

[Mr. Rich pitches a fit on the canvas as Mike Logan smirks at him while Serious is telling Mr. Rich to get up.]

Tiger: Looks like Mr. Rich is getting more of a battle than he really bargained for.

Hart: How dare Mike Logan lay his hands on Mr. Rich! Some friend he is.

[Mr. Rich finally gets back to his feet as he and Mike Logan lock up again, this time, with Logan pushing him backwards and then gyrating his hips afterwards.]

Nelson: It looks like these two are more interested in posturing than actually wrestling.

Tiger: Well, you have to expect stuff like this with these two.

Hart: Are you kidding? This is the most exciting action I’ve ever seen!

[They go for a lock-up one more time, but this time, Mike Logan locks in a Sleeper-hold but it’s countered into a Back Suplex by Mr. Rich.]

Nelson: Nice counter there by Mr. Rich, who seems to be an expert at playing possum!

Tiger: This truly is the Spy Vs. Spy we figured this would be as Mike Logan and Mr. Rich are literally playing a game of mental chess.

Hart: I can’t stand to see two pals fighting each other!

[Mike Logan struggles to his feet as Mr. Rich levels him with some knife-edge chops that sting the chest of Logan as he rolls to the outside and Sabrina kisses the chest of Mike Logan and blows on it before Logan returns to the ring.]

Nelson: This is just getting borderline ridiculous! These two are pretty much having a limp-wristed slap-fight!

Tiger: I still think these are just mind games to mess with one another.

[Mike Logan then gets back to his feet in the ring as Johnny Serious tells him and Mr. Rich to start fighting. Reluctantly, Mike Logan and Mr. Rich lock up once more with this time, Mr. Rich body slamming Logan and dropping an elbow drop on him for good measure. Mr. Rich then scratches the back of Mike Logan, who looks absolutely irate at this point.]

Hart: Uh oh! I don’t think that was planned!

Nelson: And now they finally realize what they’re fighting for as Mike Logan gets back up to his feet and slaps the taste out of Mr. Rich!

Tiger: Now we’ve got a bit of a stare-down here and this doesn’t bode well for their friend-ship!

Hart: You guys are too good of friends, don’t let Johnny Serious come between you!

[Mike Logan then acts like he’s gonna walk off, then spins around with a stiff discus clothesline to Mr. Rich. Shortly following that, he delivers a Cobra Clutch Russian Leg Sweep with authority as he glares at Mr. Rich.]

Nelson: It looks like Mike Logan’s tossed friend-ship aside to win a shot at the World Title! Could we be seeing a new leaf to Mike Logan?

Tiger: It certainly appears that way at the moment.

Hart: DAMN YOU, MIKE LOGAN! How could you do this?

[Mike Logan then gets up and delivers the Logan Stomp with authority.]

Nelson: My goodness, he’s stomping down on Mr. Rich harder than I’ve ever seen him do the Logan Stomp before.

Tiger: I’m completely shocked at this turn of events.

Hart: You’re shocked while I’m disgusted!

[Mike Logan then picks up Mr. Rich and tosses him by the hair over the top rope and on the way down, Mr. Rich starts clutching at his “injured” leg.]

Nelson: Uh oh, this can’t be good! Normally, I’d be skeptical, but it looked like Mr. Rich landed awkwardly on his leg legitimately.

Tiger: If this ends in a count-out, this probably isn’t the way Mike Logan or these fans wanted to see a title shot awarded.

Hart: See what Johnny Serious has done?

Nelson: And now Johnny Serious, albeit warily, is forced to start a ten count.

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Tiger: Mr. Rich is still showing no signs of getting back up to his feet.

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[Mr. Rich is still clutching his injured leg as Mike Logan looks absolutely disgusted with this scene.]

Hart: I hope Johnny Serious is happy with himself!

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Ten!!!

Nelson: Not like this!

[Mike Logan looks very disappointed and remorseful as Mr. Rich belatedly pries himself into the ring holding his leg as Johnny Serious has already reluctantly called for the bell and Mike Logan kicks the ropes in disgust.]

Donna Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen… the winner… and new number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship… Mike Logan!!!

Tiger: Normally, Mike Logan would be celebrating, but I think this win came at a cost.

Hart: Yeah, he just lost his best friend in the process!

[Mike Logan is immediately apologetic to Mr. Rich, who pulls himself up and keeps himself elevated, using the ropes as Logan and Rich are arguing rather heatedly.]

Nelson: Well, this win definitely has come at a steep price for Mike Logan…

[In the middle of the argument, Sabrina corners Johnny Serious and starts screaming in his face.]

Tiger: What on earth is Sabrina Swallows doing in that ring?

Hart: I’m amazed she remembered how to get to the ring as the girl’s not exactly bright…

[Sabrina then goes to slap Johnny Serious who catches her wrist and wags a finger at her, only to get jumped by Mike Logan and a “recovered” Mr. Rich.]

Nelson: It was a set-up! It was a damned set-up! Mike Logan and Mr. Rich hood-winked Johnny Serious and played him like a fiddle!

Tiger: What did you expect from these two? Can’t say I’m surprised!

Hart: HA! I knew these two had a plan!

[Now Mr. Rich’s body-guards join in the fracas as Sabrina is laughing at Johnny Serious as the four-on-one beat-down continues.]

Nelson: Somebody please, if you hear me in the back, PLEASE come out here and help Johnny Serious!

Tiger: This is not a good situation for the champion to be in…

Hart: This is GREAT!

[Suddenly, the crowd erupts as Barrett Hawk bolts to the ring with a bull-rope in hand as Mr. Rich and Mike Logan along with Sabrina and the body-guards duck to the outside of the ring as Barrett exchanges harsh words with the entourage on the outside of the ring.]

Nelson: Thank GOD for Barrett Hawk!

Tiger: Barrett definitely scared off those guys quickly!

Hart: I can’t wait to see how this unfolds next week!

[The credits appear on the bottom of the screen as cWo Driven fades to black.]