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 Time Warner Cable Arena in Charlotte, NC 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 “RIP Michael Jackson” “Rot in Hell Michael Jackson” and “Hey, whatever happened to Farrah Fawcett?” The camera then focuses on Joel Nelson, Peter Tiger and Robbie Hart seated at the announce position.]

Joel Nelson: Welcome to Charlotte, North Carolina! Welcome to cWo Driven!!!!

[The camera pants the audience one more time, then cuts to the announce table, where Joel Nelson, Peter Tiger and Robbie Hart sit.]

Nelson: I’m Joel Nelson, joined as always by Peter Tiger and the one and only Robbie Hart, and we have an explosive night of action for you tonight!

Peter Tiger: Joel, if I may, I’d like to make a brief aside here and acknowledge the passing of a true icon , Michael Jackson. Mr. Jackson was a legendary entertainer, loved the whole world over, and his death impacts every single aspect of the entertainment business, wrestling included!

Nelson: Well said, Peter. Michael Jackson’s music defined a generation. I grew up listening to his music, and there will never be another like him.

Robbie Hart: Spend a lot of time at the Neverland Ranch as a kid, Joel?

Nelson: Robbie! The man just died!

Hart: What’s he ever done for wrestling? How many wrestling titles has he won? Why are we dedicated cWo airtime for this?

Nelson: You’re unbelievable!

Hart: You wanna know who was unbelievable? Farrah Fawcett! I’ll never take that poster down!

Nelson: Well folks, despite the huge losses we’ve had over the last few days, this arena is packed to capacity and these fans are on their feet for a night of cWo action as we move closer to Glory!

Tiger: Glory’s just two weeks away, but so many questions remain un nswered!

Nelson: Well, let’s get started and see if we can get those answers tonight! Take it Donna Dixon!

[The camera cuts from the announce table to a well defined, but slender wrestler standing in the corner.]

Donna Dixon: Introducing first, from right here in Charlotte, North Carolina! Louie Talent!

[Talent raises his arms into the air to a fair ovation from his hometown crowd.]

Dixon: And his opponent...!

[Revolution Mother's "Do Or Die" begins to play over the PA system, which is well recieved by the fans. Detroit Jack Gibson appears on the stage.]

Dixon: Making his way down the aisle, from Detroit, Michigan. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds. "Detroit" JAAAAAAAAAAAAACK GIBSOOOON!

[Gibson makes his way down the aisle, his eyes locked on Louie Talent.]

Nelson: Louie Talent is in for one heck of a fight tonight as he steps into the ring against a man prepared for war against the ever unpredictable Thaddeus Walker, "Detroit" Jack Gibson.

[Gibson walks up the ring steps, and steps through the ropes.]

Tiger: Jack Gibson is as no nonsense as they come. He only knows one direction, and that's forward.

[Louie Talent attempts a friendly handshake, but Gibson merely looks at him.]

Nelson: Well we know where Louie Talent sits in Jack Gibson's book.

Hart: Gibson talks a mean game about knowing where he comes from. But he convieniently forgot that he was Louie Talent two months ago!

[Referee Aaron Blake calls for the opening bell.]

DING DING DING

[Gibson and Talent circle each other before locking up.]

Nelson: And they lock up! Immediately jockying for position.

[Gibson gets low in the tie up and marches Talent into the corner.]

Tiger: Jack Gibson using his power and size advantage to his advantage.

[Gibson breaks the tie up and lands a heavy knife edge chop across the chest, causing Talent to lean against the ropes, one hand clutching his chest.]

Nelson: Oooh! Heavy handed knife edged chop by Detroit Jack!

[Gibson postures Talent up, and comes across with another knife edged chop.]

Nelson: And a second chop puts Louie Talent to his knees!

Tiger: He's sending a message to Thaddeus Walker with those! I sure hope Walker's watching!

[Aaron Blake steps between Gibson and Talent, demanding that Gibson let up.]

Hart: He's getting the radio broadcast, I'm sure.

Nelson: Now Aaron Blake putting a temporary stop to the action, no doubt doing Louie Talent a favor!

Tiger: Take a look at his chest, Joel. It's beet red!

[Gibson complies with Aaron Blake, and takes a step away from Talent.]

Hart: Yeah I bet you're all about staring at a dude's chest, Peter!

Tiger: I'm not even going to respond to that...

[As soon as Aaron Blake moves out of the way, Gibson moves back in on Talent.]

Nelson: Jack Gibson wasting no time getting back down to business as he grabs Louie Talent by the hair, and is literally pulling him to his feet.

[Gibson attempts an Irish whip, but Talent reverses.]

Nelson: Reversal! But wait! Gibson holds onto Talent's arm!

[Gibson yanks on Talent's arm, pulling him in and locking in a Full Nelson.]

Nelson: Jack Gibson with a feat of strength has that Full Nelson locked it! You know what that means!!

[Gibson hoists Talent up into the air, and brings him down with a Full Nelson Slam.]

Tiger: Detroit Muscle!! With authority!!

[The crowd starts to get amped up as Gibson motions for Talent to get to his feet.]

Nelson: Detroit Muscle would have been enough, but Jack Gibson is looking to seal the deal here with a little Detroit Riot, I think!

[Talent starts to slowly get to his feet.]

Tiger: You're totally right!

[Talent is on his feet, dazed. Gibson immediately hooks him and drives down to the mat with the Detroit Riot.]

Nelson: There's the Detroit Riot! That's all she wrote!

[Gibson covers Talent.]

Nelson: Lateral press! The leg is hooked!

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

[Do Or Die starts playing over the PA once again as Gibson gets his hand raised by Aaron Blake.]

Dixon: Here is your winner, "Detroit" JACK GIIIIBSOOOOON!

[Before Detroit Jack can celebrate, “The Maple Leaf Rag” begins to play. Detroit immediately gets to his feet and looks towards the entrance curtain.]

Nelson: Wait a second! We’ve got company!

Tiger: Last week, Jack Gibson said he was ready for a war with Thaddeus Walker, and it looks like we’re going to hear the so called Radio Champion’s response!

[The crowd begins to moo as CB Fowler sets out of the entrance curtain. He turns and raches into the curtain, then wheels out a large, old time radio.]

Nelson: What on earth is that?

Hart: It’s a Radio!!! Ha!

[Detroit Jack shout at CB as the crowd continues to boo. CB begins adjusting knobs on the radio. The radio tunes in, and the muffled voice of Thaddeus Walker can be heard]

Walker: This is Thaddues Walker speaking to you live on the radio waves! All goes well on the front gainst television, and I dare say that we radio stars are beginning to see that victory is within our reach!

[Gibson shouts at the radio. CB snaps back.]

CB: HE can’t hear you, he’s on the genius, ya dope!

Hart: Ha! Detroit got told!

Tiger: This is just absurd! He’s probably broadcasting from the locker room!

Walker: But I heard rumblings from the ivory towers of Detroit, claiming that their man Mr. Jack Gibson wants yet another another chance at the Radio Belt! He claims he’s ready for a war, folks,, so I feel it’s time for our revolution! It’s time for the common man to climb the gates of the hoity toity city of Detroit and show those fat cats that the common man can compete! Mr Gibson, if it’s war you want, then war you shall have! If you are a man of courage, you’ll be there at Glory, the big radiocast, and be ready for a Donnybrook! But this time, moneybags, a fallen sleeve won’t call the match! No no, one gentleman must be unable to stand in order for the match to be called! And if a weapon is to find its way into your fan, so be it! What say you, Jack?

Detroit Jack Gibson: You got it!!!

Walker: If you accept these terms, you will have your own broadcast next week to speak about these terms! And to my fans out there on radio, this is Thaddeus Walker speaking, and if you are listening, you are the revolution!

[The Maple Leaf rag plays again and the crowd continues to boo.]

Nelson: Things just keep getting stranger with Thaddeus Walker, but it appears he’s agteed to face Detroit Jack Gibson!

Tiger: I think Detroit already answered that!

Hart: He answered on Television! He needs to speak to Thaddeus on his own medium!

Tiger: So he needs to find a way to broadcast over the radio next week?

Hart: Exactly!

Nelson: Folks, we’re not even going to try to figure this one out.

[We now head backstage to find Mad Maddie and Shannon Crowley, hanging out by the truck bay as usual. Maddie is smoking a cigarette, while Crowley is holding a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels.]

Maddie: You know, you're not fun.

Crowley: Was I supposed to be?

Maddie: At least with your associate, she smoked and drank. Hung out, hit up all the hot spots and scummiest of dive bars. Beat bitches up. Good times. You're just boring. You're gonna have to do something or you may as well stop following me around.

Crowley: I am here to assist you.

Maddie: I am the goddamn Women's Champion, what do I need any assisting for? Especially from a clueless idiot like you.

Crowley: What about Miss Goddess grant me strength, grant me vengance? Huh?

Maddie: How the hell do you plan on stopping that crazy bitch?

Crowley: I...

Maddie: Do you even know how to fight?

Crowley: Well, I...

Maddie: Have you even fought a bitch before? Smack the s**t out of her, beat her like a red headed stepchild?

Crowley: I...

Maddie: You better take a rip of that goddamn whiskey if you know what's good for you. Chug right out the bottle.

Crowley: I usually only drink wine on holidays and...

Maddie: NOW GODDAMN IT!! What kind of Irish woman are you?

[Crowley shrugs off Maddie, then takes a sip of whiskey out of the bottle. She looks disgusted, but Maddie looks like she is about to slap her across the face. So she takes another sip of the bottle, before Maddie grabs the bottle away from her.]

Maddie: Let me show you how this is done.

[Maddie starts drinking heavily from the bottle, then stops after five seconds.]

Maddie: Now stop being amateur and do it, what I just did.

[Maddie hands the bottle of Jack Daniels to Crowley, who just stands there looking at it. Maddie becomes more and more agitated as each second passes.]

Maddie: You suck. Seriously. There's probably about three shots left in that bottle. If there's anything left in there in a half hour, so help me God.

[Maddie throws her cigarette out and walks away, leaving Crowley speechless and clueless holding the bottle of whiskey.]

Dixon: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Making her way out to the ring first, from Manhattan, New York, EVETTEEE....

If You ain't got no money take your broke ass home
You say: If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home!
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flying the first class
Up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' the life
In the fast lane
And I won’t change
By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[Evette makes her way down to the ring, wearing short female shorts with a dollar sign printed on the ass and a GLAMOROUS tee shirt. She steps in the ring through the lower rope, walks to the center of the ring, and gives a smile and waves to the fans who are obviously hate her.]

Hart: Oh how I love this woman!

Nelson: Don't let Mr. Rich hear that....

Dixon: and her opponent, from Wiltshire, England, BELLATRIX DRAKE.....

[The lights in the arena dim as "The Somber Lay" by Eluveitie. begins to play. Bellatrix drake, dressed in a hooded robe, slowly steps into the aisle and strides to the ring, completely focused. She climbs into the ring and takes off her hooded robe, revealing ring attire that resembles celtic battle armor. She kneels and prays to the old Gods before jumping into the air and landing on her feet. ]

Nelson: Bellatrix Drake is a monster compared to the lady like Evette, but no opponent should ever underestimate the former champion, she is as devious as they come!

[Referee Hector Garcia calls for the Bell.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: And this match is under way.

Tiger: The former women's champion has been kind of quiet in the division.

[Evette and Drake stare each other down. Drake moves in for a grapple but Evette places her head under the top rope.]

Hart: Evette can continue doing that right in front of me.

[The ref sends Drake back as Evette puts herself back into the ring. Evette gives a little smirk towards Drake.]

Tiger: Evette taunting her opponent.

[Evette goes to duck under the rope again but before she can, Drake grabs her by the hair and slams her down to the mat.]

Nelson: Bellatrix Drake was not going to play that game for long.

[Drake begins stomping on Evette.. She picks Evette up and Irish whips her against the ropes. On the return, Drake lifts her leg.]

Nelson: Drake with the big boot, sending Evette to the outside.

[Evette stands upa bit woozie, dusts her self off, and decides that she has had enought.]

Nelson: And just like that, Evette is walking away from this match.

Hart: The former champion doesn't need to be in this match.

Nelson: Referee Garcia begins a ten count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Tiger: We know that when Evette has nothing to gain, she will do anything to get herself out of a match.

FOUR

FIVE

Nelson: And now Drake exits the ring, breaking the ten count. And now Garcia will begin a new count.

ONE

TWO

Hart: Watch out Evette!

THREE

FOUR

[Drakes comes running towards Evette, grabs her by the hair, turns Evette around, and hits a hard European upper cut, sending Evette to the ground.]

Tiger: The pure force with that uppercut is just amazing from Drake.

FIVE

SIX

[Drake picks Evette up, and drags her back to the ring.]

SEVEN

EIGHT

[Drake shoves Evette back into the ring and rolls in her self to break the ten count.]

Nelson: Both competitors are back in the ring.

Tiger: You almost get the sense that Drake is not going to let Evette off that easy.

Nelson: Well, These two are total opposites. Drake considers herself a warrior, Evette, a princess.

[Evette gets to her knees and is begging for mercy as Drake comes towards her. As Drake goes to make a move, Evette goes for...]

Nelson: Evette with a low blow....but...

Tiger: Evette screaming in pain,

[Evette holds her arm in agony as Drake gives Evette a smile...]

Hart: Wow...Drake, literally with a crotch of steel!!!!

Tiger: Drake is a warrior, she came prepared...she knows how Evette plays this game.

[Drake picks Evette up and slams her back down with a double handed choke slam! She then goes for a pin.]

ONE

TWO

THR...

Nelson: And no...Drake picks Evette back up and now referee Garcia is giving Drake a warning.....

Tiger: Bellatrix Drake is taking it to Evette hard, like there is something to prove.

[Drake picks Evette up and .....]

Nelson: It's the Virgin Sacrifice!!!!!

Hart: She ought to rename that move, Evette hasn't been a virgin for quite some time now, ask Mr. Rich

Nelson: Drake for the pin....

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Nelson: And Bellatrix Drake wins this match easily, winning it with the Virgin Sacrifice, which is like Evette's Dirty Little Secret...

Tiger: Drake had this match won, but wanted to really stick it to the Maddam Billionaire, Evette.

[Evette quickly rolls out of the ring as several of Mr. Rich's security guards come running down the ring to her aid.

Dixon: The winner of this match, BELLLATRIX DRAKEEEEEEE

["The Somber Lay" by Eluveitie. begins to play. as Drake celebrates in the ring. The crowd suddenly boos as Mad Maddie steps out from the entrance curtain. ]

Nelson: Wait a second, the women’s champion is here!

[Maddie holds out her fists, then flips off Bellatrix, who motions for her to come into the ring.]

Hart: Hah! Bellatrix just got told!

Nelson: Well, Bellatrix Drake is motions for Maddie to more than gesture.

[Suddenly, Shannon Crowley, holding a bottle, slides into the ring. Mad Maddie begins to back down the aisle as Bellatrix turns!]

Nelson Watch out!

[Shannon throws the bottle, but misses Bellatrix! The bottle harmlessly bounces off the turnbuckle, then shatters in the middle of the ring.]

Tiger: Well that certainly didn’t work!

Hart: Run, Shannon!

[Bellatrix stats to move towards Shannon, who quickly slides out of the ring. Bellatrix quickly follows her.]

Nelson: I think Miss Crowley may be in trouble!

[Bellatrix chases Crowley around the ring as Mad Maddie retreats behind the curtain. Bellatrix catches up with Shannon, spins her around and grabs her by the throat.]

Tiger: Uh oh!

Hart: Fetal position, Shannon! Like you do when a bear attacks!

[Bellatrix backs Shannon towards the announce table.]

Nelson: Oh no! She’s not gonna…

[Bellatrix puts both hands on on Shannon’s collarbone and lifts her into the air, then slams her down, shattering the announce table!]

Nelson: Chokebomb!

Tiger: Shannon Crowley’s just been wiped out!!

Hart: My drink was on that table!! You owe me a coke, Bellatrix!

[“The Sober Lay” begins to play again as Bellatrix stands over Crowley, who lies in the wreckage of the announce table. Bellatrix motions around her waist.]

Nelson: We may have just had a casualty in the war between Bellatrix Drake and Mad Maddie!! Medical teams are on their way, and we need to make a commercial break! When we come back, more Driven!

[The show comes back on the air as Joel Nelson, Peter Tiger and Robbie Hart sit at a brand new announce table.]

Nelson: We’re back! Before the break, Samantha Crowley was choke bombed right through out announce table. Well, Miss Crowley was tended to by cWo medical crews, and while she was awake and able to move her toes and fingers, medical crews through it best to take her to a local hospital.

Hart: Trixie’s gonna pay for that!

Tiger: The question is, why did Mad Maddie retreat and let Crowley take the brunt of the punishment?

Hart: Because she’s SMART, Peter!

Nelson: We’re scheduled to go to our next match, but we received some breaking news while Mrs. Crowley was tended to. Peter, do you have some details?

Tiger: Well, Joel, anyone who’s been following cWo recently knows about Face Turn, the band started by Victor Emmit and Notorious JON. Apparantly, they have been recording an album over the past two weeks, and we have just received an audio tape of an incident that happened at a recent recording session. The voices on the tape have been confirmed. Viewers with small children may wish to take them into the other room, as there is very strong lanaguage throughout this tape.

Nelson: Again, as Peter said, we received this tape from an unknown source this morning. Can we roll the tape, please?

[The camera shows a still frame of Notorious JON. The tape begins, and we hear some very soft music playing, and then the voice of Notorious JON.]

Notorious JON: Can you turn the track up please?

[No answer.]

Notorious JON: Hey! Turn the track up!

[No answer.]

Notorious JON: THE TRACK! TURN THE [BLEEP]ING TRACK UP GOD [BLEEP]! WHAT THE [BLEEP]

[The music stops. Notorious JON is shouting loudly at this point.]

Notorious JON: How the [BLEEP] am I supposed to sing if I can’t even hear the [bleeping] music, you dumb mother [BLEEP]! Where the hell did we find this guy, I want to know! Who hired this man?

[Soft sounds of voices, it can’t be made out what they’re saying.]

Notorious JON: Bull[BLEEP]! This guy’s no proffesional! What karaoke booth at the mall is this guy from?

Tito: C’mon man

Notorious JON: NO! NO! WE’RE GONNA DO THIS RIGHT, GOD [BLEEP] DAMMIT!

Nigel: It’s been ten bloody hours, mate!

Notorious JON: NO! SHUT THE [BLEEP] UP, NIGEL! WE’RE HERE UNTIL WE GET THIS RIGHT! IF I CAN’T HEAR THE [BLEEP] MUSIC, THE [BLEEP] VOCALS AREN”T GONNA BE ON KEY!

Tito: Pro Tools.

Notorious JON: What? What was that?

Tito: Pro Tools.

Notorious JON: Pro Tools? I DON’T [BLEEP]ING NEED PRO TOOLS! I HAVE [BLEEP]ING PERFECT PITCH!!

Nigel: [bleep] you do.

Notorious JON: You know what, Nigel? Worry about yourself. You’re the [BLEEP] drummer, OK? YOU’RE THE [BLEEP] DRUMMER! You’re lucky you even get to talk to me!!! And aren’t you supposed to keep time? How the [BLEEP] are you keeping time by going into one [BLEEP]y solo after another?!
Tito: Woah, chill.

Notorious JON: I’m not gonna [BLEEP]ing chill, Tito! I’m not, just like you’re not gonna ever do a smooth baseline! I thought you people all knew how to play bass!

Victor: Hey everyone, let’s just take five.

Notorious JON: I don’t [BLEEP] need five! I don’t need five, Victor! What I need are some bandmates that know how to play their [BLEEP]ing instruments!!! I mean Electirc Mike? Our rhythm guitarist has no [BLEEP] rhythm! And Mr. Fantasy? You know what my [BLEEP] fantasy is? That I had someone in this band who knew how to play a [BLEEP] keyboard! Hell, between Tito’s bass and Fantasy’s keys, we don’t have a record, we’ve got the score to a porno flick!

[Arguing is heard off them microphone.]

Notorious JON: Good! Leave! Get the [BLEEP] out of here, then! Maybe get some music lessons while you’re at it!

[The voices off mic continue to argue.]

Notoriosu JON: Alright, let’s do this [BLEEP] thing. We’re not stoping. Take it from the top.

[No answer.]

Notorious JON: I SAID TAKE IT FROM THE [BLEEP] TOP!

[The music begins to play again. The camera cut back to the announce table.]

Nelson: Well, we apologize for the language. That was some heavy stuff, Peter.

Tiger: Again, we don’t know who it was that sent us that tape, but to us it seems like Notorious JON realty crossed the line in his criticism. That was just an anger fueled tirade directed towards anyone and anybody.

Nelson: And you have to wonder what the relationship is like between the members of Face Turn right now.

Hart; You both make me sick! This is yellow journalism!

Nelson: What?

Hart: There was no reason for us to dignify the leaking of private conversations for the world! I hope you guys are happy with yourselves.

Tiger: Robbie, it’s news everyone wanted to hear.

Hart: Not me! Not anyone with any integrity! Shame on you both!

["One Day As A Lion" hits and John Pilchard, armed with a clipboard in his hand, leads Mac Johnson down to the ring.]

Nelson: Well it appears like we're going to have another Mac Johnson Five Minute Challenge.

Hart: Mac and Pilch are doing a great thing, they give back to the community. Local wrestlers are given a chance to make the big time.

Tiger: I hardly call this giving back to the community. It's more of a way for them to feed their need to bully.

[Pilchard grabs the mic.]

Pilchard: It's another week, it's another Mac Johnson, Five Minute Challenge. This clipboard holds a cWo contract and the rules are simple. Last five minutes with Mac Johnson, you get a cWo contract, you don't have to beat him, you just have to last.

[The crowd boos as John Pilchard paces closer to a short stocky, bald headed African American man, who braces himself for competition.]

Pilchard: Now I'm gonna lay down a disclaimer. Last week I made a mistake when I optimistically referred to this challenge as an "opportunity". I hereby wish to retract that statement.

[Pilchard inches even closer to the man.]

Pilchard: This is no opportunity. When my man Mac Johnson is through with you, there's a chance you may never step foot in a wrestling ring again. There's a chance, that like the rest of these people, you're gonna have to throw your dreams by the wayside, work at Target for minimum wage, where the only challenge left in your life is whether you prefer water or electricity.

Nelson: That's not necessary.

Pilchard: I'm gonna be more generous to you than I was Jonny Balls last week. Do you really wanna do this?

[Pilchard holds the mic to the man's hand.]

Challenger: Ain't no doubt about it.

[Fans cheer the response.]

Pilchard: Don't say I didn't warn you...

[Pilchard looks to the crowd, as he wofts his clipboard in the man's direction.]

Pilchard: Gary Armstrong everybody!

[Fans cheer, as Pilchard makes his exit.

Nelson: Hey, this guy has some size, maybe he can last the full five minutes!

Tiger: At least we have some hope this week.

Hart: Hope is all you have.

DING DING DING

Nelson: We're underway here folks, the clock is located at the bottom right of your screen.

[They tie up and Mac Johnson throws Armstrong into the mat.]

Tiger: Mac Johnson has incredible strength.

Hart: I heard he can bench press a barn.

[Armstrong gets up.]

Tiger: What about you?

Hart: Eh...I don't like to get into it, I'm not a braggart.

Nelson: Thirty seconds in.

[Armstrong ties up with Mac again and begins to drive Mac back.]

Nelson: Look at this, Armstrong showing some strength of his own.

[Mac pushes back he begins pushing Armstrong backwards and releases him, Armstrong stumbles into the corner. Mac follows up with a big splash.]

Hart: Not for long.

Nelson: Big splash by Mac Johnson.

Tiger: The Big Mac Attack in full effect.

[Mac whips Armstrong across the ring and follows with another splash. Mac whips Armstrong back across the ring and follows with a third splash and Armstrong falls to the mat.]

Nelson: With three minutes and twenty five seconds left, it doesn't look good.

Tiger: Not at all.

Hart: Mac Johnson is too good, no one is in his class.

[Mac lifts up Armstrong and puts him in a pump handle position. Lifts him up and delivers a pump handle power slam.]

Nelson: Mac Five!

Hart: Good night!

Tiger: Wait, how come he isn't making the cover, we saw this last week.

Hart: These young'ns gotta pay their dues.

[Mac Johnson runs and springboards off the middle rope and lands a big moonsault.]

Nelson: And this has to be it.

Tiger: A big moonsault.

Hart: That's not a moonsault, Tiger! THAT'S MAC TONIGHT!!!!

[Mac makes the cover.]

ONE

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THREE

DING DING DING

Pilchard; And your winner, Mac Johnson!

Nelson: And Mac Johnson wins in an impressive three minutes and forty seconds.

Tiger: The local talent just didn't get it done tonight, maybe next week.

Hart: Mac is the man, there is no one who can last five minutes with him!

[Muru is in his locker room, a knock is heard at the door.]

Muru: Come in.

[Devon Dice walks in.]

Dice: Hey, you don't have to wrestle tonight. Everyone knows you're a fighting champion. You don't want to do any permanent damage.

Muru: You don't have to worry about me, the cWo deserves a fighting United States Champion and I'm gonna give that to them tonight.

Dice: No one will think less of you.

Muru: Gordon Drysdale already has me on the DL. I have to prove to all those dirt sheet readers that it's not true. I don't have time for this. I'm fine!

[Muru gets up and walks out of his locker room.]

Dice: Moo, Moooooo.

[Backstage, Tiffany Tolberg stands beside Mike Logan, Sabrinsa Swallows, and Mr. Rich in his golden wheelchair.]

Tolberg: Hi guys, I am down here with Mike Logan and Mr. Rich, two men who will face off against Barrett Hawk and cWo World Champion, Johnny Serious. First off, Mr. Rich, why are you still in that wheel chair.

Mr. Rich: Stupid question from a stupid bimbo. This chair is my means for transportation. I mean really, do you ask the pope why he rides in that low class glassy go-cart. I don't think so!

Tolberg: You had a chance last week to win the number one contendershipt....

Mr. Rich: Stop it right there. I know where you are trying to go with that question, and you know what, I am sick of here it it. Sick of hearing it from you, from that fat low class slob Joel Nelson, and all the peasants backstage. I fought my ass off in that match but in the end, Logan, my friend, was able to squeak out the victory. Anyone who says anything else is being ridiculous....as for tonight, I don't remember us requesting this match, but Michael and I have talked long and hard and have agreed to it anyways. I mean really, we are both better people than that hillbilly hick and the paper champion! As for that Hick, he had no business coming down in my Number One contender match. I was well prepared, but then a nasty rumor spilled out that he may be there and threw off my A game. So as far as I am concerned, I believe that little punk owes me an apology!

[Tolberg gives a stare at Mr. Rich, and then looks at Mike Logan, but before she can speak, Logan interrupts.]

Mike Logan: And Well... well... WELL!!! Once again, it is I, "The Loga-Conda", "The Sexual Intellectual", a damned handsome man, the object of your affection... Mike "Sabrina knows that when I reach her esophagus that I'm hung like Mr. Snuffaluffagus"... LOGAN! And tonight, "The Canadian Gigolo" and Mr. Rich are in that squared circle against "Hop-Along Hay-Seed" Barrett Hawk and Johnny "Don't Take Me" Serious. First off, "Hop-Along", if you can stay away from the sheep long enough since I know Charlene's not been giving you any lately, listen, and listen carefully. To me, you're not even a blip on the radar tonight because "The Loga-Conda" has bigger fish to fry. However, if you mess with "The Canadian Gigolo" and keep me from working my awesome mojo, "The Loga-Conda" will be locked, cocked, and ready to strike! Oh, and by the way... tell Charlene I said hello, will you? Now, onto Johnny Serious... this week, you and the rest of the world will see live and in technicolor what 243 simply stunning and scrumptious pounds of Canadian-built twisted steel & sex appeal can do to you in that ring! You WILL find out why I'm 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 make women everywhere so wet, I could fill Olympic-sized swimming pools and I have so much carnal knowledge, I could open my own chain of schools! So John-boy, prepare to step in that ring and go toe-to-toe with the baddest mo-fo on the planet, a real body-rockin', panty-droppin', commentator-complicator like "The Loga-Conda" because deep down inside, I know you and the rest of this company wants to be like Mike!

[Sabrina then takes the microphone and looks into the camera and starts talking in her California valley girl accent.]

Sabrina Swallows: Uhmm, like... Johnny Serious needs to totally realize that he's like, a total nottie while my Mike's like, a total hottie and junk. And if Johnny and Barrett think they're gonna, like, beat Mr. Rich and Mike, I've got... two words for them... AS IF!

[Sabrina then makes a "talk to the hand" gesture to Tiffany Tolberg as the entourage of Mr. Rich, his bodyguards, Sabrina, and Mike Logan all walk away from the scene.]

DING DING DING

Dixon: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the United States Championship!

[Michael Jackson's "Don't Stop Till You Get Enough" hits the PA system. The introductory riffs play away as the fans boo the eventual arrival of Victor Emmit. Victor's wearing a tye dye robe and a purple headband as he comes out with support of his band mates, Electric Mike, Tito "K-Rock" Barnes, Mr. Fantasy and Nigel St. Claire.]

Dixon: Entering the ring first, the challenger, weighing in at two hundred and twenty four pounds, hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia and being accompanied to the ring by members of Face Turn. Victooor Eeeemmiiiiiit!

[Emmit holds out both hands donning the metal horns, as the band follows after.]

Nelson: cWo fans might already know the story here, but if Muru comes out of this match champion I'll be very impressed.

Tiger: I've heard some seriously troubling stories about the danger of Muru's condition, and if Devon Dice's confrontation with Muru is any indication, Muru should not be competing tonight, let alone defending the United States Championship.

Nelson: He said it himself, he wants to be a defending Champion.

[As they pass the camera, members of Face Turn pose to the camera.]

I think after watching Mike Logan do everything in his power not to defend the Championship, Muru wants to lead by example, but I don't think anyone would blame him for sitting this one out.

Tiger: Well...here we are about to call a United States Championship match, so..

[Up on the cWo tron a picture of the earth is seen. The earth then explodes as pyro and explosions fill the arena. The entrance ramp is filled with smoke as "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva begins to play. Muru then walks out through the fog and makes his way down the ramp with the United States title around his waist. He doesn't look overly enthusiastic as he comes down, clutching the back of his head with his hand as he stares down Victor Emmit.]

Dixon: And the Champion, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds, from Allen Park, Michigan. Muuuuuuuruuuuuuuu!

[Fans cheer as Muru comes down.]

Nelson: Questionable of Tony Awesome to allow this Title defense in the shape Muru's in.

Tiger: Well Victor made the challenge after scoring a pinfall victory on him last week. Muru accepted, nobody really knows how Muru feels but the man himself, it's a tricky decision.

Hart: Besides if Muru wants to make a bad situation worse let him. What a coup for Victor Emmit, win United States gold, then go platinum later!

Nelson: Go platinum...in your dreams..

[Coming down the aisle, Muru finds himself blocked from the ring by Victor's bandmates.]

Nelson: These guys...this is the same display we had last week, this band...what are they trying to intimidate Victor's opponents?

Hart: I'd be intimidated.

Nelson: Of course you would...

Tiger: Funny we don't see Notorious JON out here after what we've heard earlier tonight.

Hart: Peter each week I start to like you less and less. The wheels were just rolling and you gotta rain on Face Turn's parade? What's with you?

Tiger: Hey I was presented with some real juicy information, I'm a journalist much like Jason Duran and Tiffany Tolberg.

Hart: You're a virus, don't you have any compassion? Don't you know how to rock?

[Muru is in the ring as referee Aaron Blake gets between them.]

Tiger: I didn't record the outburst, it was just presented to me.

[Muru makes a point to check the ropes, he's shaking each ring rope to make sure nothing is out of the ordinary.]

Hart: Victor Emmit's a real class act okay? Did you hear what he came out to? He's paying tribute to a legend tonight!

[Muru is checking turnbuckle pads when Victor takes the initiative to hammer on his back with a running sledgehammer. In a panic Blake calls for the bell.]

Nelson: Hey come on!

DING DING DING

Nelson: If it's not enough to wrestle a man post concussion, Victor's getting a head start, real class act right Robbie?

Hart: What's Muru wasting time for!

Tiger: Looks like he was checking the sturdiness of the ring ropes, which you can't blame him for after what he's been through.

[Muru weathers the storm as he turns Victor around, backing him into the corner, fans cheer as he delivers alternating left and right head and body shots.]

Nelson: Look at Muru! The fighting Champion not letting his prior concussion keep him down.

[Victor shields himself as best he can as Muru brings the offense. Muru then pulls Victor in, applying a headlock and pulling him towards the center of the ring.]

Nelson: And a headlock applied by Muru.

Tiger: Victor's shaking and rattling trying to get out of it, but Muru is squeezing tight.

[Muru then takes Victor down with a headlock takedown.]

Nelson: Good headlock takedown by Muru.

[Muru keeps the headlock sunk in as Victor tries to pry himself out. Eventually Victor pulls him off with a leg scissors.]

Nelson: Victor with the leg scissors.

Tiger: It's Victor in control now.

[Victor squeezes hard, as Muru quickly rolls over top Victor with a bridging pin.]

ONE

Tiger: Good escape!

[Victor kicks out, releasing the hold, as both men get to their feet, Victor comes at Muru, but Muru catches him in a headlock again.]

Tiger: Back to the headlock!

[Muru wrenches on the headlock, as Victor pulls back against the ropes.]

Nelson: Victor shakes himself free.

[Victor whips Muru against the ropes. As Muru comes off the ropes he takes Victor down with a shoulder block, which appears to have rattled Muru's head a little.]

Nelson: He takes Victor down with the shoulder block.

[Muru backs against the ropes as Victor rolls over to his chest, Muru hops over him and hits the opposite set, Victor gets up and turns to face Muru. He attempts a leapfrog, when Muru stops in front of him, and kneels on one knee, causing Victor to land with Muru's knee between his legs.]

Tiger: Oh!

Nelson: He got Victor to, well, give himself an atomic drop!

Tiger: That was a good move by Muru.

[Muru then turns Victor around, setting him up for his reverse DDT finisher.]

Nelson: Going for Spilt Milk!

Tiger: Trying to end this early!

[Victor spins around while his head is still locked in by Muru, while Victor's in a front face lock, he pushes Muru backwards into the turnbuckle back first.]

Nelson: In the corner now.

[Victor delivers a high powered, disrespectful slap the the head, loud enough to garner "oooohs" from a nearby portion of the audience.]

Nelson: Just a vile slap to the face of Muru.

Tiger: Looks like that rattled his brain a little!

[Muru is stunned as Victor begins hitting repeated knee lifts to the gut.]

Nelson: Victor's purposefully exploiting Muru's injury and I don't like it. This could have long term repercussions the longer this match goes.

Hart: Victor's just doing what any wrestler would against a guy with more guts than brains like Muru.

Tiger: That's true you know. It keeps coming back to the fact that Muru didn't have to accept this challenge.

[Victor backs away from Muru, delivering martial arts like kicks to Muru's side, topping it off with a spinning back kick to the face.]

Tiger: But I agree with you Joel that the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when a blow comes anywhere close to the head.

[Victor pulls Muru away from the turnbuckle, then leaps onto the second turnbuckle, and springs towards Muru with a double axehandle, but Muru punches him in the gut, sending Victor sommersaulting to the mat.]

Nelson: But still Muru overcomes.

[Victor sits up, clutching his gut, as Muru quickly picks him up to his feet, Muru pulls him up by the hair, sets him up, and slams him with a snap suplex.]

Nelson: Textbook suplex.

Tiger: Look at Muru though!

[Muru floats over for a pin.]

ONE

Nelson: Kickout.

Tiger: Even in an offensive move it looks like Muru is doing damage to himself.

[Muru brings Victor Emmit to his feet.]

Tiger: It's obvious why he went for Spilt Millk early in this match, because he almost has to rely on that out of nowhere aspect just to thrive in this match, the longer it goes, the worse it is for Muru.

[Muru whips Emmit to the ropes and goes for a back body drop, but Emmit leaps over him with a sunset flip.]

Nelson: Hang on.

ONE

TWO

[Muru reverses the pin, sitting on Victor's chest.]

ONE

TWO

[Victor kicks out, rolling backwards and hooking Muru in a jacknife pin.]

ONE

TWO

[Muru tucks Victor's head in, and pins him in a sunset flip like pinning maneuver.]

ONE

TWO

[Victor kicks out, as both men get to their feet as quick as possible.]

Tiger: What a rush!

[Muru goes for a right hand, when Victor blocks it, steps behind Muru and tries for a backslide pin.]

Tiger: Trying for another pin!

ONE

TWO

Tiger: Kickout!

Nelson: Impressive game of hold-counter hold.

Tiger: Could've gone either way in a blink of an eye.

[Both men rise to their feet, when Victor floors Muru with a spinning roundhouse kick with an impact so hard Victor almost trips to the mat, but stumbles into the top rope to keep his balance.]

Nelson: Oh no!

Tiger: What, impact!

[Victor takes a moment to realize the opportunity that's presented itself. He quickly leaps on Muru with a lateral press.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: He kicks out! And quite frankly I'm conflicted.

Tiger: Me too Joel, is it good news or bad news that he kicks out?

Nelson: There's no immediate answer there. It doesn't strike me as a good thing.

[Muru turns to his stomache, clutching his head with both hands as Victor climbs ontop of him, and delivers forearms to the back of the head.]

Nelson: Victor isn't skirting the issue anymore, he's going right for that head.

[After a few forearm shots, Victor picks Muru up to his knees, and drags him over to the corner, he presses his head against the second turnbuckle, when he gets to his feet, clutches the top ropes, and presses his boot against the back of Muru's head.]

Tiger: Victor just squeezing that head.

Nelson: How must Muru be feeling right now?

Hart: Probably feeling like he's been asked a really hard math problem.

[Aaron Blake counts to four when Victor releases the pressure on Muru. He picks Muru up to his feet, and slams his head against the turnbuckle, Muru looks in a daze as he leans against the corner chest first. Victor paces around the ring, gesturing a belt around his waist as the fans boo.]

Nelson: Victor believes he has this won, and we have no reason to disagree.

Tiger: Muru is sweating and groggy, this is as hard to watch as we imagined it would be.

Nelson: It's clear that Muru made a mistake coming out here tonight.

[Victor grabs Muru by the head, and throws him backwards, Muru lands hard on the back of his head.]

Nelson: Ugh...definitely hard to watch.

Hart: He should stay down!

[Victor goes for the pin.]

ONE

TWO

Tiger: He kicks out instead.

Hart: He's literally and figuratively out of his mind!

[Muru sits up, reaching his arms out slowly, as his eyes look heavy. Victor slaps him in the head a few times shouting "Helloooooo! Is there any buddy in there!". He then delivers a front kick to the head to bring Muru back down.]

Nelson: Another stiff kick. Muru's condition brought this match the a screeching halt.

[Victor goes for the pin.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: And yet he kicks out.

[Victor looks frustrated as Muru looks half dead.]

Tiger: It wouldn't be out of the question to see a ref stoppage here.

[Victor slaps his right knee, as he backs away from Muru, gesturing to him to get up.]

Hart: He's lighting up for a little TNT!

Tiger: Now this could have long term effects!

[Fans boo as Victor looks determined to hit his finishing roundhouse kick on Muru. Muru sits up again, patting the mat around him, still looking unaware of where he is.]

Nelson: For the love of God don't get up Muru!

Hart: He's getting up, and Emmit's gonna knock him into the next century!

[As Muru looks to be getting to his feet, Victor makes his start towards him, when Devon Dice rushes into the ring by surprise, and tackles Victor to the floor.]

Hart: What the!

Nelson: It's Devon Dice! Devon Dice standing up for Muru!

Hart: He's ruining a Title match!

[Dice mounts right hands to the head of Victor Emmit as Aaron Blake calls for the bell.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: Dice must have been having as hard a time watching this as we did.

[Fans cheer as Dice continues pounding on Victor, Tito however pulls Victor by the arm, and is able to bring him to safety.]

Tiger: I can't say I'm disappointed. If Victor hit TNT who knows what shape Muru would be in, Muru's a great Champion and this is no way to see him lose the Title.

Hart: The way I see it Muru accepted it, he should have to face the consequences!

Nelson: I think your priorities are misguided if you think this match should have continued, Muru's a human being with a roof to keep over his head.

[Victor backs away with Face Turn behind him. Victor looks outraged as Devon Dice leans over the top rope, shouting angrily at Victor.]

Dixon: The winner of this match is a result of a disqualification, Victooor Eeemmiiiiit!

[Fans boo.]

Dixon: However the Title cannot change hands on a disqualification, so the United States Champion is still, Muuuuuuruuuuu!

[Fans cheer as Devon Dice tends to the woozy Muru, while he keeps a watchful eye on Victor Emmit and Face Turn.]

Nelson: Well Muru dodged a bullet tonight, but if he doesn't need medical attention now, he ought to rest a while before he tries this again.

[Then on screen we see the backstage area, where Barrett Hawk is seen walking backstage, donning a cowboy hat, hauling his familiar Texas bullrope with him and an American flag draped over his shoulder.]

Nelson: And there he is, Barrett Hawk, who will be tagging up with the World Heavyweight Champion Johnny Serious, to take on the team of Mike Logan and Mr. Rich. And that's coming up right after the commercial break...

[Quickly after Nelson finishes speaking we hear the voice of Jason Duran, who speaks as he enters the frame.]

Duran: Barrett!

[Hawk stops in his tracks, as he pays his attention to Duran.]

Duran: I can't help but notice you entering Tony Awesome's office earlier today, can I ask you what it was about?

Hawk: What was I in Tony Awesome's office for...well let me tell ya. It was about Glory, Mr. Duran...it was about resolution between Mr. Rich and I in the only way appropriate. It was about me gettin' Mr. Rich, in a steel cage...

[Hawk tips his hat to Jason Duran, as he continues to walk towards the arena, as we fade to commercials.]

DING DING DING

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

[The lights dim and turn a cherry shade of red as "The Stroke" by Billy Squire begins to play over the P.A. system as we see "The Canadian Gigolo" Mike Logan emerges 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. Behind him is dressed to compete Mr. Rich and his wife Evette.]

Benson: Entering first, at a combined weight of four hundred and ninety seven pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by Evette and Sabrina Swallows. Mr. Rich and Mike Loooooogaaaaan!

[Fans boo as they make their way down the aisle.]

Nelson: Mr. Rich and Mike Logan making their way down to the ring and I have to wonder if Mr. Rich just heard the announcement made before the break.

Tiger: It's official, Mr. Rich meets his maker, Barrett Hawk in a steel cage at Glory!

Hart: You think Mr. Rich sweats Barrett Hawk? Let me ask you, has Barrett Hawk even ever beat Mr. Rich? What does Mr. Rich have to be worried about?

Nelson: He's gotta worry abotu a Simple Man from Oklahoma giving Mr. Rich what he's had coming for a long time.

Hart: I don't get you Joel!

Nelson: To the surprise of no one!

[Then, the intro kicks up for Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Simple Man." As the intro passes we see Barrett Hawk emerge from the entrance way, donning a cowboy hat, with the American flag draped over his right shoulder, holding his trademark Texas Bullrope with a cowbell linked to it.]

Benson: And their opponents, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Sulphur, Oklahoma. Barreeeeeeett Hawk!

[Fans cheer as Hawk looks sternly into the ring towards Mike Logan and more specifically Mr. Rich.]

Nelson: Little over one week from now we might see Barrett Hawk finally putting this thing with Mr. Rich behind him and I say good for him. You can't go on like these two have without things getting ugly.

Tiger: And things will get ugly at Glory no doubt about it. Can you imagine the things Hawk is gonna do to Mr. Rich in that cage?

Nelson: That's probably swirling in Hawk's mind right now. This match tonight is just a formality.

Tiger: Just a formality? Tonight Hawk could get his hands on Mr. Rich, he won't have to wait for Glory!

[Barrett Hawk climbs on the apron, Mike Logan defiantly talks trash to Hawk, seemingly on Mr. Rich's behalf, as Rich remains silent. Hawk enters the ring, and shoos the two out of the ring swinging in cowbell.]

Tiger: Lookout!

Hart: Hey why don't you wait until the bell's rung pal!

Tiger: That bullrope won't be legal if the bell rings!

Hart: Well, tell him that, I already know the rules.

Nelson: Do you?

Hart: Well, the important ones...

[Then, the lights go out 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.]

Benson: And his tag team partner, making his way down to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, from Hollywood, California. Johnnyyyyyy Seeeeeeriouuuuus!

[An enthusiastic Johnny Serious comes down the aisle to much adulation.]

Nelson: And the crowd has come alive! Johnny Serious coming down.

Hart: Wasn't so enthusiastic last week! He fell for Mike Logan's plan hook, line and sinker!

Nelson: With World Heavyweight gold in the picture who could've expected Mr. Rich to be so cooperative.

Hart: He's a man you can trust!

Nelson: I wouldn't trust him even if he paid me to.

Hart: Well I think that's more your problem than it is Mr. Rich.

[Serious slides into the ring, Hawk remains in a defensive stance as he looks down to his opponents, a more relaxed Johnny Serious puts his arm around Hawk, and gestures to Logan and Rich to come into the ring.]

Nelson: Johnny Serious, saying let's get this show on the road!

Hart: He's gonna have to wait. He might be World Champion but Mr. Rich could still afford to buy him, he can't tell Mr. Rich what to do!

[Serious then settles Barrett Hawk into a corner, taking the bullrope away from him and setting it down at ringside. Mr. Rich and Logan are seen entering the ring, as Mr. Rich points to Hawk and talks trash. Hawk seems intent to stay in the ring as he walks towards the center, pointing at Mr. Rich.]

Nelson: Pretty clear why Hawk is out here tonight.

Tiger: He wants a preview of Glory!

[Mr. Rich shakes his head as he takes to the apron, Johnny Williams calls for the bell.]

DING DING DING

Nelson: Mr. Rich, not so enthusiastic, it's gonna be Mike Logan and Barrett Hawk starting this out.

[Both men approach each other slowly, but Hawk then quickly catches Logan off guard with a kick to the stomache. He follows up with three quick snap jabs.]

Nelson: Oh! Right handed jabs by Hawk.

[Hawk grabs Logan by the head, and shoves him head first into a neutral turnbuckle.]

Nelson: Into the corner.

[Hawk then kicks Logan in the gut, then again grabs him by the head, and rushes him head first into the opposite neutral corner.]

Nelson: From one corner to another!

[Hawk then kicks Logan on the stomache, then follows up with a knife edge chop.]

Hart: No!

Tiger: A hard chop!

[Logan leans forward, clutching his chest, but Hawk quickly presses him up against the corner again, hitting another knife edge chop.]

Nelson: Oh!

Hart: Stop it!

[Logan belts out a scream as Hawk hits him with yet another chop.]

Hart: Stop!

[Hawk whips Logan into the opposite corner.]

Nelson: Logan again sent from corner to corner.

Tiger: You know I think Barrett Hawk takes a personal pride inflicting punishment on both Logan and Rich!

[The whiplash of the whip sends Logan stumbling away from the corner, towards Hawk, who then sets him up, and quickly slams him with a vertical suplex.]

Hart: Well that's an unhealthy way to live don't you think?

Nelson: Call it what you will, but these are two men who are complete opposites.

Tiger: H-here's the pin!

[While pinning Logan, Hawk looks to Mr. Rich.]

ONE

Nelson: He kicks out.

Tiger: But I think he's using Logan as a means to lure Mr. Rich out to the ring.

Nelson: That's a keen observation.

[Hawk picks Logan back up to his feet.]

Nelson: He scored a measure of retribution on Mr. Rich last week when he saved Johnny Serious in a two on one attack.

[Hawk goes for an irish whip, but Logan reverses.]

Nelson: Reverse of the whip!

[Hawk hits the ropes, on the rebound, Logan hits the mat, as Hawk leaps over him.]

Nelson: Wait a minute!

[As Hawk hits the other rope, Mr. Rich drives a knee into Hawk's back, Hawk takes a moment to drink the pain in, but not long after he lunges at Mr. Rich, who drops down to the floor.]

Nelson: If Mr. Rich wants action he should tag in!

[Hawk turns around to an oncoming Mike Logan, slowly approaching with a double sledge attempt. Barrett Hawk takes down with a quick running double forearm block.]

Tiger: Hawk, however is back right where he left off.

Nelson: Hawk now a little unsure of...hold on!

[Hawk paces quickly around Logan's downed body, looking conflicted when he suddenly charges for Mr. Rich, and clutches him by the head with both hands.]

Tiger: He's going for Mr. Rich!

Nelson: Indeed he is! He's not gonna wait any longer!

[Mr. Rich forces Hawk's hands off him as he drops to the floor, fans cheer as Hawk exits the ring.]

Hart: He's not the legal man, Hawk can't be doing that!

[Mr. Rich puts out his hands pleading with Hawk, slowly backing away from him, when Mike Logan is back in the game, hitting a double sledge from the apron.]

Tiger: I don't think he should be doing that! He's in trouble now!

[Johnny Serious distracts Johnny Williams, as he attempts to cross the ring to help his partner in trouble on the outside.]

Nelson: Hawk in an unenviable position. If I were Johnny Williams I'd turn my back to Serious before I would troublemakers like Mike Logan and Mr. Rich.

[Logan picks Hawk up from the floor, and locks both of his arms in place, so Mr. Rich can deliver alternating left and right hands to Hawk, as the fans boo.]

Nelson: It's two on one now!

Hart: Don't look so surprised! It's a tag team match!

Tiger: Johnny Serious not helping Hawk's case right now keeping Williams' attention.

[Mr. Rich tops it off with three quick chops, as Williams sees what's going on and immediately reprimands both of them. Mr. Rich innocently raises his hands as Logan rolls Hawk back in the ring.]'

Tiger: Experience might win over this match for Mr. Rich and Mike Logan, being that these are two guys who know each other well now-

Nelson: Lookout!

[As Logan brings Hawk to his feet, Hawk comes up with a hard European uppercut which stuns Logan, only momentarily as Logan hits four repeated knee lifts and takes him down with a neckbreaker.]

Nelson: Comeback cut short by Mike Logan.

Tiger: Pin attempt.

ONE

Nelson: Almost two, one and seven eights, maybe.

Tiger: As I was saying, Johnny Serious and Barrett Hawk, they're great competitors but I don't know how acquainted they are with each other and in a tag team match it's important to be on the same page.

[Mike Logan kneels on one knee, as he clutches Hawk's head, and delivers hard right hands. Johnny Williams warns against it as he begins a five count.]

Nelson: You were talking earlier about Barrett Hawk perhaps enjoying taking his stress out on guys like Mike Logan and Mr. Rich...

[At a long four count Mike Logan releases Hawk, as he takes a moment to exchange glances with Mr. Rich.]

Nelson: I think on the contrary, Mike Logan and Mr. Rich enjoy it the other way around just as much. The storied rivalry between Logan and Hawk is one that many cWo fans remember.

[Mike Logan drags Hawk to his teams corner. Logan picks Hawk up, and presses his shoulder against his stomache, pressing him into the corner. Mr. Rich taps Logan's back.]

Tiger: Tag is made!

[Mike Logan continues to force Hawk in the corner with his shoulder, as Mr. Rich enters the ring, Williams begins another count.]

Nelson: Teamwork from Logan and Mr. Rich.

[Mr. Rich throws right hands at the exposed head of Barrett Hawk, as Johnny Williams gets between him and Hawk at a count of four, to pry Logan off of him.]

Nelson: Williams being a bit lenient here.

Tiger: I don't think he's going to be so lenient for long.

[Mr. Rich then begins choking Hawk, as Williams keeps his eyes on an exitting Logan.]

Nelson: This is just getting ridiculous!

[Williams then pries Mr. Rich off of Hawk. Hawk falls to his knees, coughing as Mr. Rich argues with Williams.]

Nelson: Looks like you're right Peter, referee Johnny Williams is definitely starting to show some agitation.

[Hawk is crouched in the corner as Mr. Rich gets back to work, bringing him up to his feet. He pulls him towards the center of the ring, and hoists him up for a side backbreaker.]

Nelson: Backbreaker! From Mr. Rich.

[Rich goes for the pin.]

Tiger: Could that be all?

ONE

TWO

Tiger: Two! Two count.

[Mr. Rich gets back up to his feet while Hawk nurses his back.]

Hart: Step by step they're getting closer to victory!

[Mr. Rich backs into the ropes, and comes back to Hawk with a knee drop attempt.]

Nelson: Hawk rolls out of harms way as Mr. Rich misses the knee drop!

[Fans cheer as Mr. Rich rolls towards Mike Logan, as Barrett Hawk makes a crawl for Serious.]

Nelson: Barrett Hawk saved himself but he has to make a tag to have a fighting chance.

Hart: Mike Logan is in!

Nelson: Tag is made to Mike Logan, is Hawk gonna make it?

[Mike Logan smiles arrogantly at Serious as he pokes his index fingers into the eyes of Hawk, while splitting his mouth open with his middle fingers, bringing Hawk to his feet.]

Tiger: Couldn't make it.

Nelson: Logan has him in his grip now..

[Bringing Hawk to his feet, he then places him in a dragon sleeper like position as he continues to look at Johnny Serious.]

Tiger: Look at this!

[Mike Logan slams Hawk to the mat, with a dangerous looking reverse suplex.]

Tiger: What a move!

Nelson: Reverse suplex by Mike Logan will surely take the wind out of Hawk's sails, whatever it is he had left.

[Mike Logan scooches towards a downed Barrett Hawk, he makes adjustments, placing Hawk in a cross legged STF.]

Nelson: Mike Logan with a modified STF

Tiger: It's really obvious that Mike Logan's intentions tonight are to make a statement. He's not wrestling for the audience tonight, Johnny Serious is his audience. He's showing Johnny Serious what awaits him at Glory.

Nelson: Mike Logan's a very accomplished wrestler, former United States Champion, defeating Sean Pason which is no small feat. He's very good at what he does, and accreditting him that much is very hard for me to do with how disrespectful he is.

Tiger: Barrett Hawk is gonna need to find a way out of this one, he's trapped, Mike Logan and Mr. Rich's team work is really doing its damage. They've really done a good job keeping each other fresh, Mr. Rich gets hurt, he tags out, Mike Logan gets tired, he tags out, Barrett Hawk has not had that luxury and it's really gonna sting.

Hart: Not a lot of places for him to go.

Tiger: He's so far from the ropes he's gonna have to be creative to get out of this one.

Hart: Tapping out would be a great escape!

[Johnny Serious has enough as he rushes into the ring and boots Mike Logan in the head.]

Hart: Hey!

Nelson: Johnny Serious sick of waiting!

[Logan releases the hold as Williams focuses his attention on getting Johnny Serious back at ringside, when Mr. Rich enters the ring, he pulls Logan by the ankle into his team's corner, as he takes center stage.]

Nelson: Mr. Rich again showing that to him the rules of the match are merely a suggestion.

Hart: Hey if Williams doesn't wanna pay attention, make him pay for it!

[Mr. Rich holds Hawk down for a pin, as Williams continues to argue with Serious in the corner.]

Nelson: Johnny Serious has seen what transpired in the ring and he's trying hard to make Williams understand.

Tiger: I feel for him, officiating Mike Logan and Mr. Rich is not a referee's dream, and Johnny Serious can vouch after last week.

[Mr. Rich then, out of frustration turns Williams around, and tells him to pay attention. Williams takes his attention back to the match, as Mr. Rich turns to a recovering Hawk, he bends over to pick him up, when Hawk clutches him in a small package pin.]

Nelson: Look at this!

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Hawk almost stole it!

Hart: Stole it is right!

[Hawk sits up, as Mr. Rich immediately recovers after the two count, and kicks Hawk back to the mat. Aggressively, Mr. Rich circles around Hawk, kicking him from different angles.]

Tiger: Mr. Rich in a panic to save face. He was almost caught with his pants down so to speak.

[Mr. Rich covers Hawk for the pin.]

ONE

Tiger: Count of one.

[Mr. Rich sits up on his knees a bit frustrated, he clutches Hawk's hair, and releases a very brief, quick spurt of right hands to the head, before picking him back up to his feet slowly.]

Nelson: Frustration is starting to show on Mr. Rich's team, as much as it is frustrating for Johnny Serious to be on the bench for so long.

[Mr. Rich kicks Hawk in the gut, and places Hawk's head between his legs.]

Tiger: This could be the exclamation point.

Nelson: Could be a pile driver attempt.

[Hawk holds down with all his weight, refusing to allow Rich to hoist him up.]

Tiger: Hawk's trying his best to stay grounded...

[After a struggle, Hawk lifts Rich up with a back body drop.]

Nelson: Back body drop!

[The crowd gets behind Hawk, who drops to his hands and knees, Rich slowly gets up, nursing his lower back, as Hawk gets up as well. Approaching Hawk, Rich is caught off guard as he rises up with a knife edge chop that downs him.]

Nelson: Hawk with a big chop!

Hart: Get up!

[Rich gets up to his feet, to be taken down by a right hand.]

Nelson: Wild right hand!

[Rich falls down, gets up again, as Hawk stuns him with a right snap jab.]

Nelson: Barrett Hawk is cookin' up now!

[Hawk continually stuns Mr. Rich with methodical right snap jabs, as Mr. Rich enters a daze. The rights back him against the ropes, as Hawk then whips him to the opposite end.]

Nelson: Hawk with a whip.

[Hawk goes for a back body drop, but is met with a kick to the shoulder by Mr. Rich.]

Hart: Yeah!

[Rich goes for a clothesline to follow up, but Hawk wraps around him and slams him to the mat with a sleeper hold drop.]

Nelson: What a move!

Tiger: Innovative and effective.

[Both men find themselves down and out.]

Nelson: Hawk gave it all he got despite the damage done.

Hart: With thanks to Johnny Serious' interruption, who knows this match could have been over if he didn't get illegally involved!

Nelson: He's fighting fire with fire, both Johnny Serious and Mike Logan begging for a tag.

Tiger: Our Glory preview would come full circle if we see Johnny Serious and Mike Logan clash here tonight!

Nelson: Well the race is on! And.....

[Mr. Rich makes a tag to Mike Logan. He rushes to the ring and grabs Hawk by the ankle, preventing him from making the tag.]

Tiger: Mr. Rich and Logan are just all over Hawk here tonight!

[Hawk out of desperation, climbs up to one foot. He hops on his one foot as Logan taunts him.]

Tiger: Owww!

Nelson: Enziguri!

[Mike Logan collapses to the mat, as Hawk lies several feet from Serious.]

Tiger: He's gotta make that tag!

[Evette and Sabrina Swallows both get on the apron and complain, as Williams appears distracted.]

Nelson: Tag is made! Serious is in!

[The crowd goes wild as Serious rushes into the ring. A recovered Mike Logan is sent back to the mat with a right hand.]

Nelson: A right hand to the number one contender!

[Logan gets up, and is brought back down again with another right. Serious then rushes over the Mr. Rich with a right hand to drop him to the floor.]

Nelson: And one for Mr. Rich!

[Serious turns attention to Mike Logan, with a clothesline. With the momentum, Serious rushes against the ropes, when on the rebound, Williams, doing away with the distraction of Evette and Swallows, commands Serious to stop before he gets ahead of himself.]

Nelson: Wait a minute.

Tiger: Williams didn't see the tag!

Hart: Haha!

Tiger: He's shooing him out of the ring?

Nelson: More distractions from Mike and Mr. Rich's camp! This is getting out of control!

[Hawk is resting on the apron on his back, when Mike Logan is quick to go to him and drag him towards the center of the ring.]

Nelson: The tag was made, we saw it ourselves, the fans saw it!

Hart: The referee has to see it!

[Mike Logan sits Hawk up as a frustrated Serious takes his spot on the apron.]

Nelson: Well this stinks!

[Mike Logan applies a cobra clutch on Hawk.]

Nelson: Logan shooting that look at Johnny Serious. He's loving every second of this.

[With the cobra clutch applied, Logan rises to his feet, bringing Hawk up with him. He continues to look at Serious, Serious is seen shooting his mouth back at Logan.]

Hart: Mike Logan's definitely proving himself tonight!

[Logan jerks Hawk to the mat with a cobra clutch Russian legsweep.]

Nelson: Legsweep from Logan, who alongside Mr. Rich, is playing this match like a piece of clay.

Hart: Could be it right here!

[Logan goes for a pin.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Hawk kicks out.

Hart: Really doing damage to Hawk's big comeback last week huh?

Tiger: His momentum definitely isn't what it was minutes ago.

[Mike Logan gets to his feet. He puts his hands behind his head as he gyrates his hips, looking to Johnny Serious.]

Nelson: Oh that's real appropriate.

Hart: He's dedicating this one to Johnny Serious. Could be time for the Ego Stroke!

Nelson: Fans in attendance clamouring for Johnny Serious, as I'm sure folks at home are as well.

[Logan brings an exhausted Hawk up, places him in a suplex position, and sits him on the top rope. He keeps Hawk's head locked in, as he prepares for his trademark finishing neckbreaker.]

Tiger: Looks like things could be over real soon.

Nelson: No not yet! Hawk's struggling!

[Hawk with all his might, tries to pull out of the hold, the strength of his pull gives Logan no choice but to climb up to the second rope. Hawk adjusts himself to stand on the second rope as well, as Logan delivers a forearm.]

Nelson: We got a fight on the second rope!

[Hawk fights back with a knife edge chop.]

Nelson: A chop from Barrett Hawk!

Tiger: They're trading blows!

[The two exchange forearms, but Logan breaks from the pattern, placing Hawk in a front facelock and hammering forearms against his back.]

Hart: Logan has the advantage.

[Logan looks to be bracing himself for a neckbreaker.]

Hart: Oh no!

Nelson: Oooh!

Tiger: Nice escape!

[Logan goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Hawk grips the top rope, refusing to go, as Logan is sent to the mat on his own.]

Nelson: Bad landing for Mike Logan.

Hart: If he hit that it would have been over!

Nelson: I can't argue that, but that's why Hawk found a way out.

Tiger: Lookout!

[Hawk follows up with a second rope elbow drop.]

Nelson: And a big time elbow!

Hart: Aaah!

[Hawk goes for the pin.]

Nelson: This is it!

ONE

TWO

Hart: Yes!

Nelson: Logan kicks out! To the relief of Sabrina Swallows and Evette. Now a tag is essential. Hawk was smart to try for a pin, but it's now or never, he has to get out of there.

Tiger: Serious wants it, he wants it bad.

[Hawk makes an exhausted crawl towards Johnny Serious, as Mike Logan is down and out.]

Tiger: He's got as good a chance to make it as he ever did...

[Logan comes to in time to see Hawk on his way to Serious, he jumps at him with a quick double axehandle, but with one final lunge Hawk makes the tag.]

Nelson: Yes! Hawk makes an undisputable tag!

Tiger: Serious is in!

[A wide eyed Logan gets to his feet putting his hands out in surrender to Serious, who shakes his head in disapproval, kicking Logan in the gut multiple times, backing him against the ropes.]

Nelson: Serious with the whip.

[After hitting the ropes, Serious charges at Logan and downs him with a back elbow.]

Nelson: Takes Logan down!

[Mr. Rich rushes into the ring and after Serious, to suffer the same fate.]

Nelson: Now Mr. Rich wants some!

[Serious rushes against the ropes as both men recover.]

Nelson: Serious with a double clothesline!

Tiger: This is great!

[As both men get up, Serious hits a Manhattan drop on Mike Logan, then scoop slams Mr. Rich to the mat. Mr. Rich rolls out of the ring, as Serious then goes for his finishing move on Mike Logan.]

Hart: No no no!

Nelson: Got Serious'd!

Tiger: Not quite!...

[Logan shakes out of the hold and quickly exits the ring alongside Mr. Rich. Serious takes stance in the ring, urging Logan to get back in there.]

Nelson: Serious has them frazzled! They don't know how to approach our World Champion. How do you stump cWo's finest?

[Logan throws his arms in the air, washing his hands of the whole match as Logan and Rich make their way up the ramp.]

Tiger: Looks like they don't have an answer for that, they're walking out!

Nelson: What cowards!

Hart: Why waste their spirit? This isn't Glory? There's no Championship Titles on the the line!

Nelson: Well so much for making an impression!

[Johnny Williams begins a ten count.]

ONE

[Slowly, Logan and Rich walk away, looking at the jeering audience, and firing back with words of their own.]

TWO

Nelson: This can't be how our main event is gonna end...

THREE

[Serious shakes his head as he exits the ring. Logan and Rich's backs are turned to him as he exits and makes chase.]

Nelson: Serious is gonna let them know it won't be that easy!

[Serious throws a running axehandle at Mr. Rich, knocking him over on his hands and knees, as he grabs Logan by the hair and rushes him back to the ring.]

Nelson: There's no way out for Mike Logan!

[Fans go wild as Logan's rolled into the ring. Logan piles on Serious as he follows in, attempting to put him in a facelock to keep him grounded, while throwing left hands under his head, but Serious gets to his feet, and fires back with rights of his own.]

Nelson: They're slugging it out!

[Mike Logan begins to look stunned, as Serious begins throwing hard concentrated right hands to his head.]

Tiger: Looks like Serious is on the winning end of it!

[As he's stunned, Serious runs against the ropes, as he returns to Logan, Logan has a hold of Johnny Williams, holding him as a shield.]

Nelson: What does Logan think he's doing?

[Serious hesitates at the sight, when he then turns to see a charging Mr. Rich.]

Nelson: Lookout!

[Serious out of instinct hits a drop toe hold on Rich, knocking him into the referee, and pushing the ref out between the first and second rope.]

Tiger: Uh oh!

Hart: Big mistake!

Nelson: The referee is down.

[Mr. Rich then advantageously piles on Johnny Serious, as Mike Logan stomps on available parts of Johnny Serious.]

Tiger: They're in Mike Logan and Mr. Rich's comfort zone now.

Nelson: Mike Logan stomping away at Johnny Serious.

Tiger: Wait, there's Barrett Hawk!

[Barrett Hawk turns Mike Logan around and delivers a snap jab.]

Nelson: Barrett Hawk attempting a save.

[Mr. Rich takes notice as Hawk hits another snap jab on Logan, Rich rushes to the scene, and receives a jab of his own.]

Nelson: Hawk alternating between Rich and Logan with repeated jabs!

[He then takes both men down with a discus double clothesline.]

Nelson: Takes them both down.

[As Mr. Rich attempts a recovery, Hawk remains on the offensive, as Serious gets back up and fends off Logan with right hands. Hawk and Serious back their respective Glory opponents into different corners and climb up on them.]

Hart: Oh! I can't watch!

[Both men deliver hard right hands in syncronization with the audience counting.]

ONE

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THREE

FOUR

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NINE

TEN

Nelson: Fans supporting their favorites as Mike Logan and Mr. Rich seem to be losing control of this match.

Tiger: L-lookout! Watch this!

[Both men then irish whip their opponents into each other.]

Tiger: Ooh!

[Mr. Rich and Logan fall to the mat, as Mr. Rich then rolls out of the ring, Barrett Hawk follows after. The two exchange blows on the outside as Johnny Serious stalks a recovering Mike Logan.]

Nelson: Johnny Serious looks like he has big plans!

[Mike Logan gets up, meanwhile cameras catch a short glimpse of Mr. Rich reversing a whip, throwing Hawk into the steel stairs. Serious kicks Mike Logan in the gut.]

Nelson: Got Serious'd!

Hart: No!

[Mike Logan elbows Serious in the chest, stopping the move, he then kicks Serious in the gut, and hooks him for a DDT.]

Nelson: Sex-Drive! No!

[Serious spins out of it, with a lock on Mike Logan's wrist, he whips him into the ropes, on the rebound Serious grabs him by the throat.]

Nelson: SERIOUS Choke Slam!

Hart: Oh no! No no no no no!

[Serious covers Mike Logan.]

Tiger: Going for the pin, but there's no referee to count it!

[Serious gets up, and looks over the ropes at the referee, he assesses the situation as he goes back to Logan, gesturing the end for him as he shouts "let's get SERIOUS!" The crowd continues to go wild for Serious, as he brings Logan to his feet.]

Nelson: You heard the man!

Tiger: This doesn't look good though Joel!

[Serious prepares for Got Serious'd, when Mr. Rich is in the ring with a chair, Serious casts Mike Logan aside to prepare for him, when Hawk is seen following after, Mr. Rich reaches back to swing, but Hawk grabs the chair from behind and turns him around.]

Nelson: Hawk just saved Serious! NO!

[Hawk swings the at Mr. Rich, but Rich ducks it, as Serious takes the hit.]

Hart: Hahahaha!

[Hawk looks shocked by the mistake, when Mr. Rich hits him with a low blow and throws him out of the ring.]

Hart: Well folks, thank you for watching Driven! This one's over!

[Mike Logan, a little out of it, picks Johnny Serious up and hooks him in a face lock.]

Nelson: Hawk's hatred for Mr. Rich might have cost his team the match.

[He hoists Serious' legs on the ropes, as he slams him down with his finishing neckbreaker.]

Nelson: Ego-Stroke!

[Mr. Rich rolls Johnny Williams into the ring, who looks somewhat revived.]

Hart: This is it!

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

["The Stroke" hits the PA system.]

Nelson: Mr. Rich and Mike Logan somehow found a way out of this one.

Hart: Mike Logan just pinned the cWo World Champion!

Benson: The winner of this match by pinfall. Mr. Rich and Mike Loooooogaaaaan!

Tiger: Despite the means, this is an impressive victory no matter what. Mike Logan is gonna have something to talk about all week.

Nelson: Big time victory for Mr. Rich and Mike Logan.

Tiger: Mike Logan is on a hot streak!

[Mike Logan and Mr. Rich are celebrating their way up the ramp with Evette and Sabrina Swallows, as a gasping Barrett Hawk crawls towards an unconscious Johnny Serious.]

Hart: If this is a preview of Glory in less then two weeks, we're looking at the new World Heavyweight Champion!

Tiger: This match should be a real eye opener for Johnny Serious. Mike Logan is as slick as they come, and Johnny Serious isn't gonna have to just prepare for Mike Logan the competitor, but Mike Logan, the scheming shortcuts as well. He's not afraid to bend the rules and these two guys are the best at it.

Nelson: Well we'll have to find out next week if these two can keep up the momentum. Tune in next week folks, in the last Driven before Glory!...