[The show opens with Muru standing proudly in the center of the ring.]

Muru: How is going out there Fort Wayne?

[The crowd cheers]

Muru: Now I know today is Thanksgiving, and that means it is time to reflect on the past year and give thanks. It is also a a time to spend with family and loved ones. I love being a member of the cWo roster but sometimes we are not able to be at home as much as we would like. That being said I wanted to come out here and tell all of you what I am thankful for.

Hart: This should be good...

Nelson: Let him talk Robbie!

Muru: I am thankful that I get to do something I love in the best wrestling company in the world. I am also thankful that I get to do it in front of the best wrestling fans in the world!

[The crowd roars]

Muru: So if I can't be at home with my loved ones, I am glad I can share this day with all of you!

Hart: Give me a break...

Muru: Happy Thanksgiving!

Hart: Well I am thankful it was short!

Tiger: I thought it was a nice way for Muru to show how much he appreciates the fan's support.

Nelson: I agree with you on that Peter.

[Muru goes to exit the ring before stopping himself]

Hart: It looks like I spoke to soon...

Muru: There is just one more thing I want to address while I am out here, and it has to do with the cWo Heavyweight champion, Mike Logan.

[The majority of the fans boo at the mention of his name]

Muru: Last week Logan came out here and ran his mouth and gave a list of everyone he was able to beat. He talked about beating Barrett Hawk, and he talked about beating Johnny Serious. He even talked about he he beat me. I guess that is technically true...

Hart: Technically? The record books state that is happened, there is no technically!

Nelson: Muru didn't lose the match.

Tiger: He didn't win it either...

Nelson: Who's side are you on?

Muru: I came up short at Will of a Warrior, I will be the first to admit that. I was close to winning but Logan came out on top and I give him credit for that. So yes Mike Logan won the match but he didn't beat me. Then again I have never beaten him either. See Mike Logan and I haven't had the chance to face off to many times but one of those times was when I won the US title in a six man ladder match. I won the match but I didn't technically beat Mike Logan...

Hart: Finally some truth from Muru!

Muru: Now I know Mike Logan thinks that there is no one worthy of stepping into the ring with him and of course he would be more than happy to spend Veneration doing other things. But I am going to see what I can do to change his mind. Logan you might be the champion and a damn good wrestler but you are also a coward. If you want to claim that you beat me why don't you step into the ring with me one on one and prove that you are better than I am? You want the cWo to step up and find you a challenger well how about Muru versus Mike Logan at Veneration for the cWo World title?

[The fans cheer at the possibility of the match]

Muru: If you beat me than you can truly say you are the better man. All I am asking is you prove it to me, prove it to these fans, and prove it to yourself. The ball is in your court Mike. Think it over and prove that you are truly worthy of being called the best cWo has to offer.

[Muru drops the microphone and his music begins to play once again]

Nelson: It looks like Muru wants another shot at the title!

Hart: He had his chance and he failed! There should be no second chance.

Tiger: The challenge has been made, we'll see if Mike Logan agrees to the challenge!

[We see Johnny Serious hitting Got Serious'd on Mike Logan which shatters the screen and takes us to ringside. The camera pans around the Allen Country War Memorial Coliseum in Fort Wayne, IL as fireworks go off from the ceiling shooting towards the stage. The stage alights on both sides, when fireworks erupt from both sides of the cWo tron. The camera then focuses on the crowd scanning quickly through excited fans. The camera then focuses on Joel Nelson, Peter Tiger and Robbie Hart seated at the announce position.]

Nelson: This is Joel Nelson alongside Peter Tiger and Robbie hard saying that we're thankful for you joining us tonight! We are here tonight to celebrate a special Thanksgiving installment of Driven.

Tiger: What a perfect accomadation to go with you turkey dinner! This is week two of the Lord of Punishment tournament and you can tell these people here are excited.

Nelson: We're set to see some new faces and some big time matches.

[A graphic highlights Cassie Charisma vs. Mad Maddie for the Women's Championship Contendership.]

Nelson: And a big night for the women of cWo. Both fresh from heated and hardcore battles with the likes of Jen Diamond and Nox Bones, Mad Maddie goes up against Cassie Charisma where the winner will go on to face the Women's Champion.

[A graphic highlights Evette versus Bellatrix Drake in a Women's Championship match.]

Tiger: Who the Women's Champion will be? We'll find out tonight. People say Bellatrix Drake was cheated out of her Title belt at Will of a Warrior, but tonight we find out if she can correct her mistakes this week when Bellatrix Drake accepts her Women's Championship rematch.

[A graphic then highlights a face off between Jacob Baxter and Barrett Hawk.]

Nelson: That should be a classic encounter. We are also scheduled tonight to have a face off between Jacob Baxter and Barrett Hawk, both men will be interviewed simultaneously tonight via satellite, the only way we can get these two together civilly.

[A graphic then highlights J.J. Carter versus Mr. Rich in a Lord of Punishment tournament match.]

Tiger: And the tournament rages on! Lord of Punishment round one, J.J. Carter takes on Mr. Rich, and the winner goes to the semi-finals at Veneration, boys, I can't wait for this!

Dixon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 15-minute time limit. Introducing first, already in the ring, from Fort Wayne, Indiana...HANK McCOY!!

[The crowd applauds mildly as Hank McCoy - young, in perfect physical shape, and wearing generic black tights and boots - raises a fist, his face showing that the hometown boy was maybe expecting something more.]

Dixon: And his opponent, introducing at this time...

[The lights around the arena dim as strobes go on and off by the entrance curtain, coinciding with smoke pouring out across the stage. The opening drum beats of Black Label Society's "We Live No More" cue up over the PA system.]

Dixon: He hails from Boston, Massachusetts...

[The guitars ring in, and then the main riff starts. From behind the curtain steps Cliff Young, his eyes focused down the ramp at the ring.]

Dixon: Standing at 6 feet, 4 inches tall...

[Cliff stops at the top of the ramp, running a taped hand over his wet head, bringing attention to the various scars covering his forehead. Young quickly adjusts the collar of his leather jacket, and then holds his arms up into the air, his hands balled into fists, and bows his head, eyes closed. The vocals enter, and Cliff begins his march to the ring, the same one he's done for the last 20 plus years.]

Dixon: And weighing in at 250 pounds...

[Cliff slaps a few hands at ringside, not once taking his eyes off of the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and rolls to a crouching position before quickly rising to his feet, circling around to face each section of the audience.]

Dixon: ...CLIFF YOUNG!!

["We Live No More" dies down, and Cliff slowly removes his leather jacket, passing it over the top rope to the ringside attendant. He takes a moment to adjust his sole elbowpad, and then backs up into his corner.]

Tiger: I've been reading up on Cliff Young right here.

Nelson: Oh yeah? What did you read?

Tiger: He entered the ring for the first time in 1986, so he's been wrestling longer than most of the boys backstage have been driving.

Hart: Wow. What an old bastard.

DING DING DING

[Cliff cracks his neck from side to side, and then walks to the center of the ring, his hands open and held in front of him at about the bottom of his ribs. Hank takes a few steps out, bouncing from foot to foot, and then extends a fist. He and Cliff bump knuckles, and then circle one another, Cliff's eyes focused on Hank as McCoy chomps away on a piece of gum, a subtle smile on his face.]

Nelson: Hank with the first move as he tries for a double leg takedown, and Cliff steps away. Soccer kick from Young misses, and now Hank rolls to his feet.

Hart: Couldn't this be considered elderly abuse?

[Cliff takes a wild swing at Hank, but McCoy ducks the haymaker. Before he can react, however, Young swoops in with a scoop slam, quickly dropping a knee across the forehead before sitting Hank up, locking on a rear chinlock.]

Tiger: Hank McCoy looks to not be doing so well in these early moments.

Hart: What are you talking about? Don't you know that you always let grandpa think he can beat you? It's the first rule in the book.

Nelson: What book?

Hart: The unwritten book of the ring. If there's an older wrestler in there with you, you let them think they can still hang, and then you show them up.

Tiger: Cliff releases the hold...

[Referee Hector Garcia circles the two as Cliff brings McCoy to his feet, only to send him back down to the mat with a vicious knife-edge chop.]

Fans: WHOOOOO!!!!

Hart: Like that doesn't get old.

[McCoy kips back up to his feet, a bright red handprint on his chest, and then fires off a pair of rights to Cliff's jaw. Garcia warns him to keep his fist open, and then Hank whips Cliff into the ropes. Young rebounds and Hank leapfrogs over him, but Cliff quickly turns around, locking McCoy in a rear waistlock before his feet can even touch the mat.]

Nelson: And with the speed of a cheetah!

[Cliff wastes no time as Hank goes wide-eyed and whips him over, dropping him with a firm release German suplex. The fans pop mildly, and Cliff grabs Hank by his hair, bringing him back to his feet.]

Hart: See, kids, Grandpa's gone senile. It's time to put him in the home, because there's no excuse to not go for a pinfall.

[Young quickly whips McCoy up onto his shoulders, and then plants him with a sickeningly stiff snap powerbomb.]

Nelson: Wildbomb!

Tiger: And you were saying, Robbie?

[Young dives down and hooks McCoy's leg, grinding his forearm into the hometown boy's face.]

ONE

TWO

Hart: HA! And the youthful resilience shines once again as McCoy kicks out.

[Cliff looks on, unsurprised, and just brings Hank back to his feet. He whips him into the ropes, but Hank reverses, sending Cliff into the corner.]

Tiger: Hank follows him in with a DEEP corner clothesline!

Nelson: He grabs Cliff by the hair and pulls him out of the corner...

[Garcia admonishes McCoy for pulling his opponent's hair, but Hank just shrugs it off before landing a pair of forearms to Cliff's jaw, dazing the veteran. He hits the ropes, and connects with a running forearm.]

Nelson: And Cliff's still standing!

[McCoy, confused, shakes his head, and then hits the ropes again, connecting with another running forearm. Cliff glares at him, pointing at the ropes again.]

Cliff: Go ahead! Try it again!

[Hank does as he's told, and this time smacks the sole of his boot across Cliff's face.]

Tiger: Big-time Yakuza kick by Hank McCoy, but Cliff Young is still on his feet!

[Cliff's eyes widen with anger as Hank's squint with fear, and Young points to the ropes again. Some fans in the arena begin stomping their feet and clapping their hands, rallying behind Young.]

Nelson: McCoy with a clothesline, and another, and another!

Hart: How is Cliff Young still standing?!

[Cliff shakes his head, breathing heavy through gritted teeth, and just points his shaking hand towards the ropes again.]

Cliff: One more time! You get ONE...MORE...

[Hank shuts Cliff up with a solid right hook to the cheek, and then hits the ropes, coming back with a diving lariat that sends Cliff down to the mat. McCoy jumps back to his feet, holding his arms up in premature victory.]

Hank: HUH?! WHO'S THE F*CKING MAN, HUH?!

Tiger: Some early celebrating going on there, and Cliff's back up to his feet.

Nelson: McCoy turns around, and Cliff Young catches him with a Rolling Elbow!!

[Cliff grabs the rookie from the side with a standing arm triangle, and then plants him on the mat with a brutal Side Head-and-Arm suplex. Young gets back to his feet, and then drags his thumb across his throat as the fans' applause grows.]

Nelson: Cliff brings McCoy back up to his feet, he's got him up for a vertical suplex...BAM!

[Cliff drops Hank right down onto the canvas, and then looks around the arena, a small smile creeping over his face.]

Hart: Oh, what's grandpa laughing at? Does somebody need to change his Depends?

[Young steps out onto the apron, pointing to the cornerpost.]

Cliff: UP?!

[A warm reply follows as Cliff makes his way to the top turnbuckle, Garcia counting all the while.]

Garcia: 1! 2! C'mon, Cliff, back in the ring! 3!

[Young steadies himself as Hank rises back to his feet, and then takes off, diving out with a missile dropkick towards his younger opponent. McCoy sidesteps, causing Young to crashland into the center of the ring. Hank wastes no time, and drops down for a cover, hooking both of Cliff's legs.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: And Cliff kicks out at 2.

Tiger: Hank with a nice second-wind now...

[McCoy drops a pair of knees into Cliff's forehead, causing him to roll over onto his stomach and try to force himself up to his feet. He arrives at all-four's when Hank runs the ropes, drilling both of his feet into Young's ribcage with a basement dropkick.]

Tiger: He could have broken some ribs right there!

Hart: Can we see that again, please?

[The screen cuts to a stillframe of Hank rebounding off of the ropes as Cliff is on all-four's, and then comes to life, focusing in on the soles of McCoy's boots connecting with the veteran's ribs. Back to real-time, and McCoy has Cliff in a sleeperhold.]

Garcia: Do you give up? Cliff, do you give up?

Hart: And his eyes are glazed over. Just tap out now and save yourself some dignity, pops.

Tiger: That's pretty rude.

[After a few eternal moments, Cliff forces himself to a knee, hooking Hank's closer leg behind the knee. He lifts McCoy up into a side fireman's carry as he rushes to his feet, and then drops him so that his feet land on the mat. In a breath, Young quickly locks Hank in a side waistlock before dumping him head-first on the mat with a Backdrop Suplex, drawing a big pop from the crowd.]

Nelson: And the momentum has changed AGAIN!

[Out of instinct, Hank pops back up to his feet, dropping to a knee before holding his neck, his eyes wincing in pain. Cliff hits the ropes, and returns with a massive lariat that sends McCoy backflipping over himself. Cliff holds up his fists, his eyes wide with rage, and then slowly drags his thumb across his throat.]

Tiger: And this one could be over, folks!

[Young grabs McCoy, practically a living ragdoll after the Backdrop Driver/lariat 1-2 combo, and brings him to his feet with a front facelock, choking what little life is left in him right out. He then quickly drapes his arm over himself and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. Young moves his hand that was holding McCoy's waist and then falls to that side, pushing himself towards Hank's head as he locks on a 3/4 facelock, landing in a semi-seated/leaning back position.]

Hart: OUCH! That...that looked like it could hurt...

Nelson: I hear that he calls that one the False Destiny!

[Cliff quickly drops down atop Hank, hooking his leg as he counts along with Garcia.]

ONE

TWO

THREE!!

DING DING DING

[Cliff quickly gets back to his feet, wiping the few beads of sweat from his brow before Hector Garcia raises his arm up in victory.]

Dixon: The winner of the match, CLIFF YOUNG!!

["We Live No More" cues back up at the start of the first chorus, and Cliff looks directly into the camera, his face growing more intense by the second.]

Nelson: What an impressive debut here in the cWo, and an even more impressive return to the ring for the 23-year veteran.

Hart: I call it luck. It's the holiday season, and this Hank McCoy kid sure does seem like he has a bright future.

[Cliff slides out of the ring, grabbing his leather jacket, and starts immediately unwrapping the tape from his hands as he makes his way towards the curtain.]

[Suddenly, Lamont Washington, in street clothes, walks down the aisle.]

Nelson: Well this is unscheduled, but after getting to know him more , Lamont Dalmon is a very welcome sight around here!

Tiger: This is a good man who's doing great things for a community, Joel.

Hart: Oh get over it! It's just kids! They're not even real people yet!

[Lamont climbs into the ring and Donna Dixon hands him the mic. The crowd gives him a nice ovation before quieting down as he pulls the microphone to his mouth.]

Lamont: Last week, cWo graciously aired an interview that Peter Tiger conducted with me, and you all got a look at what I've been doing since I retired from professional wrestling. I have devoted my life to helping children and giving back to the community. The pillar of a stable and successful society is it's citizens, and every child who enters the Rube Foster Center leaves as a good citizen and a pillar of their community!

[The crowd gives an appreciated pop.]

Nelson: And it seems like cWo fans really appreciate what this man is doing.

Hart: I thought this was a wrestling show!

Tiger: It is!

Hart: Then shut up and wrestle! Puro shows would never allow this!

Nelson: Oh please! You don't even know what that means!

Lamont: It's never been about the money. I've almost depleted every dollar I own to keep the center running, and I'm OK with it. I've given children a safe place to do their homework, play b-ball, and learn about teamwork and respect. I am proud of what we've accomplished, proud of the kids who've turned their lives around and grew into fine young men and women. But, now I stand to lose it all.

Tiger: He touched on this last week, really tough financial times.

Nelson: It's gotta be difficult for him.

Hart: Is he gonna pass around a colleciton plate? If so, he moeny you see me taking from it is my change for all the money I gave earlier!

Lamont: Apparantly, there's a company that's trying to muscle me out. They want the Rube Foster center shut down so they can level the building and build a mall. Well, I did some research into that company, and that's why I'm here. You see, the company that's trying to kick my kids out onto the street, that wants to deprive them of a safe place to play b-ball and do their homework, is run by a cWo wrestler.

Tiger: Really? A cWo wrestler is behind it? I didn't hear about that last week!

Lamont: I can't say I was surprised when I saw the name Thaddeus Walker involved.

Nelson: Thaddeus Walker?!

Hart: He's been dead for 20 years!

Lamont: Throughout his time in cWo, Thaddeus Walker showed himself to be a bigot, plain and simple. He has no respect for minorities, especially African-Americans like myself. And now Thaddeus wants to close down my center. Why? Because he's worried about a bunch of kids from the ghetto making a name for themself? Becoming more? Typical Walker. This man is human trash, and I'm here to confront him... I wanna know what he has against kids. I wanna know what he has against b-ball. I wanna know what he has against community building.

[The broadcast cuts to the production truck where Chet Fowler stands right up against technician and holds a videotape.]

Chet: Play it, Geek!

Technician: It's Betamax! I don't know if we even-

[Chet pulls up a handful of the techician's underwear, giving him a fierce wedgie.]

Chet: Play it!

Technician: Alright, alright!

[Back in the ring, Lamont paces with the microphone.]

Lamont: Get out here and face me like a man, Walker!

[An image of Thad Walker appears on the big screen. He stands in front of the Rube Foster center and is flanked by his fellow Captains of Indusrty, Al-Hassan of Saudi Arabia and Yoshinoya-San. ]

Walker: Ah, Mr. Washington. Sorry I couldn't be there in person, but my associates and I had some business in Chicago. Namely, figuring out if we're gonna put a Bloomies or a Sharper Image where your rec center once stood!

[The crowd boos as Lamont stews in the ring.]

Walker: Now, obviously this is pre-recorded, but my sources told me you were gonna be at Driven, so I knew I had to have a response prepared. Now, knowing people like you, in your [airquotes] "position", there are a few things that you'd say. First, you'd compare me to my ancestor, the great Thaddeus Walker. I don't get what it is, but for some reason a bunch of you cWo clowns like to accuse me of being about a hundred years old, even though I don't look a day over 29! If you wanna bury Thaddeus Walker, if you wanna revise history, go ahead, but anyone who's ever read a history book knows the truth.

Nelson: He's clearly Thaddeus Walker!! I have no idea what goes through this man's mind!

Hart: The truth goes through his mind! Look at the evidence, Joel. Thaddeus Walker had a mustache. Thad Walker has no mustache... end of story.

Tiger: You can shave off a mustache, Robbie!

Hart: I don't know.. I've seen pictures of Thaddeus' moustache and it was epic, I don't think a razor could actually cut it. Of course, those were just pictures, I wasn't alive to see him wrestle.

Nelson: You're just..... ugh.

Walker: I bet you also called me a racist, lame-o. Well, I happen to have several black friends. I love the Cosby's, and I watch the Oprah Winfrey show every day! Best movie last year? The Color Purple! You can ask Leon the elevator man at my condo, or Curtis who shines my shoes at the Wall Street Station, I'm down with the brothers! But I think YOU'RE the racist here, Washington. You constantly talk about this area being infested by gangs, but have you taken a moment to talk to them? I have. In fact, Jose, step over here, will ya?

[Jose, a young latino man steps into frame. He's wearing all blue and is covered from head to toe in tattoos, a blue bandana covers the lower half of his face and he throws gang signs at the camera.]

Joe: CG VATOS POR VIDA, HOMES!

Walker: Jose, would you kindly tell all the folks where you've been for the last four years?

Joe: I told you, homes, I was in Yale.

Walker: See! Yale! An Ivy man!

Tiger: I think he said jail, not yale.

Hart: Racist!!!

Walker: You'd accuse a Yaley like myself of being in a gang?! I think you're racist against successful people, thats what I think, Lamont! Because why else would you run a center for kids where you don't teach them about what it takes to succeed in this exciting new time. It's a dog eat dog world, but what are you teaching kids? B-ball!. Look unless you're Doctor J or Larry Bird, where's B-Ball gonna get them? No classes in real estate? Global finance? My two friends here, they've never played a game of B-Ball in their life, and they're Captains of Industry! Isn't that right, Yoshinoya-San?

Yoshinoya-San: No! No b-barr in hippon.

Walker: And what about you, Prince? Any B-ball in Saudi Arabia?

Prince Al-Hassan: B-ball HAAACK THAAA! [He spits]

Walker: Earth to Lamont, this is the 80s baby... Wall Street is the center of the universe! And greed? Greed is good! Sooner or later, your kids are gonna learn that. You're damaging these kids, Lamont, when they grow up, they won't know where the best resturants are, let alone that they need to tip the Maitre'de to get the best tables... they'll be sitting and waiitng for hours like peons, and end up sitting right near the kitchen! Do they know to tip the hairwash girl as well as the stylist, but not the owner of the salon? Fat chance. They probably can't tell a Claret from a Chenin Blanc! Those are the kids you want to release into society? But I've got a heart, Washington. As much as I want to call in the wrecking crew and have a Benetton standing right where I am, I know these kids mean something to you. So you've got until the end of cWo's next Closed Circuit TV show to come up with three hundred thousand dollars. Two hundred you owe, plus one hundred to top the offer I made on the land. Do that... and the rec center is saved. But if you can't.... well, then I'm gonna be this building's Sledgehammer! Capiche?

[Lamont looks up at the screen and nods.]

Walker: Now if you'll excuse us, I've got a class of J&B and the new episode of Bossom Buddies waiting for me. Hasta La Vista, baby!

[The screen goes black, leaving Lamont pacing in the ring.]

Tiger: Well, Lamont now knows what he has to do, but the question is, how's he gonna get the money?

Hart: Don't ask me, I gave money to charity last year and got nothing for it.

Tiger: That's the point of charity!

Hart: Well that's stupid. Who's dumb idea was it that we should all give to those less fortunate than us?

Nelson: I think it was Jesus, actually.

Hart: Good thing I worship Moloch, the god of fire, then!

Nelson: Oh boy...we'll be back folks.

Nelson: Welcome back cWo fans. I'm gonna ask those watching to brace themselves now because things are about to get ugly. Tonight I've been assigned the daunting task of mediating a face off between Jacob Baxter and Barrett Hawk. The rivalry between these two has escalated to a point beyond all control and we're about to see if we can resolve this thing via satellite.

[The screen then splits into three, with Barrett Hawk staring deep into the camera on the right side, with Jacob Baxter sitting back not looking to interested on the left.]

Nelson: Joining us now is Barrett Hawk from his home in Sulphur, Oklahoma, and Jacob Baxter from a location he chose not to disclose publically. Thank you for joining us tonight gentlemen...

Baxter: How’s your lil lady been, Barrett?

[Hawk rolls his eyes as he ignores Baxter.]

Nelson: Now, there's no denying at this point there's bad blood between you two, did either of you see it going this far?

Hawk: Joel, from when Jacob Baxter jumped me from behind, I knew that I would have to give him a receipt, I've been in this situation a few times during my stay in cWo, and I know all you can do is hit back. It just turns out I haven't hit Jacob hard enough to make him think twice about messing with me.

[Baxter lets out a light chuckle.]

Nelson: Well that might have changed after last week when you beat Jacob Baxter from pillar to post prior to what was supposed to be his first round in the Lord of Punishment tourname-

[Baxter speaks, cutting off Joel Nelson.]

Baxter: I’m baffled that I’ve been here as long as I’ve been and it seems like no one still has a bleeding idea about what I’m about. See here, if Barrett over here didn’t want me to keep harassing him then maybe he should’ve taken his beating like a man and stayed down. Things would be square. Instead, he couldn’t keep a lid on it. Barrett had to be a proud man and not admit defeat just to save face. And what happened? More utter embarrassment. Now this is just all just for laughs, d’you know what I mean? I get a kick out of pushing Barrett’s buttons.

Hawk: It's fun to you? Didn't look like you were having fun last week-

Baxter: I don’t think it’s your turn to speak yet so you might want to keep your lips shut a little longer, chap.

Hawk: I have no problem beating you up again-

Baxter: Are you deaf or just dumb? I thought I just told you to keep it shut! Perhaps I need to shut it for you?

Nelson: Guys! Guys!

[Both men settle down momentarily.]

Nelson: You guys both might want to save this built up frustration because I can announce that at Veneration, December twentieth you two will be expected to settle this in a Falls Count Anywhere match. Can we expect this volatile relationship between you two to come to an end by then?

Baxter: Things could be over sooner as far as I’m concerned. Y’know, fall count anywhere is quite appropriate, Barrett. There’s a reason I haven’t revealed my whereabouts for this little chat session. I want you to think that I could virtually be anywhere. Perhaps I’m off on holiday back on London, but perhaps I was just right there in your neighborhood, Barrett. What do you think of that, the thought of me just down the block, perhaps even across the street watching and waiting for you to leave the comfort of your home.

Hawk: If you come anywhere near my home it'll be the last thing you ever do.

Baxter: Like I said, I could be anywhere. I may be there, I may not be. But I want you to remember that and think about it. I want to make sure you sit uneasy in the worst discomfort known.

Nelson: I can see this going down a road we don't want to cross. Tony Awesome has already stated in the locker room that he's not gonna have any more of your trouble making as he's suspended you from all cWo arenas on the way to Veneration in Chicago. Whereas Barrett Hawk you'll get a shot of redemption against a man who assisted Jacob Baxter against you weeks ago, Johnny Vandal.

Hawk: That's right. Far as I'm concerned that's just a small victory. My eyes are on that Bastard right there. Just like you, I don't wanna wait 'til Veneration. If you were across the street I'd look at that as a real convenience

Baxter: D’you mind if I just let myself in and beat your sodding arse to a pulp or would you prefer I ring the doorbell first?

Nelson: Baxter!

Baxter: Keep it quiet, Joel or else you’re gonna brass me off too! I’ve got one last thing to say, something that I’m sure Barrett Hawk would like to hear. See, last month was fun and games but last week? My blood officially began to boil. I’ve had enough of taking it easy on the sod. From here I’m not going to be as generous. I think it’s about time Barrett Hawk finally learned that when you get attacked by the Beast of Sydenham, it’d be in your best interest to stay down instead of trying to be a hero.

[Baxter begins taking off his mic.]

Baxter: Pleasure having this chat. Sleep with one eye open, walk with a mirror in front of you, Barrett. Don’t leave your back uncovered.

[Baxter casually walks out of frame.]

Hawk: Don't worry about me, I'll be ready for you no matter where you are.

[Hawk takes off his mic as well as he storms off.]

Nelson: Barrett Hawk wait!

Hart: Well there goes your interview! Way to show who's in control!

Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall… it is a Number One Contenders Match to the Women’s Title… introducing first… from Waterbury, Connecticut… weighing in at 130 pounds… Mad… Maddie!!!

["High Roller" by The Crystal Method begins to play as Mad Maddie makes her way to the ring, not making any eye contact as she climbs in the ring awaiting her opponent.]

Nelson: If I was Mad Maddie, going into this match, I would be more than a little concerned with Cassie Charisma, given the hot-streak she’s been on…

Tiger: Cassie definitely won over her share of fans at “Will Of A Warrior”, but can she defeat Mad Maddie for the Number One Contender spot after that grueling match?

Hart: What everybody wants to forget is that Maddie carried this division for five months on her back and now she’s going to take one step closer to getting back to her rightful place in the cWo Women’s Division…

Dixon: And her opponent… from Blountville, Tennessee… weighing in tonight at 125 pounds… Cassie Charisma!!!

[Blue and white strobe lights start flashing on the cWo stage as "One Step Closer” by Linkin Park begins to play over the P.A. system as we see Cassie Charisma emerge from the curtain with a cheerful smile on her face as she points to all the fans in the audience before making her way to the ring wearing a navy-blue and gold wrestling top with a matching skirt with navy blue wrestling boots and matching kick-pads with matching elbow and knee-pads as well. She tags hands with as many fans as she can possibly get to before jogging to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope. She then climbs to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner and points to all her fans again, encouraging them to cheer for her as she jumps down and walks to a neutral corner and stretches up against the ropes waiting for her opponent as the music dies down.]

Nelson: These fans are going crazy for Cassie Charisma. At “Will Of A Warrior”, she was out to prove that she was not just another pretty face and she did exactly that in one of the bloodiest women’s matches I’ve ever seen anywhere, proving that this girl’s not afraid to bleed.

Tiger: She turned in a star-making performance, but I wonder if she has anything left in the tank for this match?

Hart: All I know is I’d like to do a little double-teaming on her AND her sister… Meee-Owww!!!

[The bell rings as both competitors are circling each other.]

Nelson: There’s the opening bell and we’re underway…

[Cassie stands in the middle of the ring with her hand extended to Maddie who just looks at her for a moment before spitting in her face and yelling “F**k Off, Precious!”.]

Tiger: Whoa! That’s not very sportsmanlike of Maddie…

[Cassie just calmly wipes the spit off of her face as her and Maddie lock up. Maddie locks in a side headlock as Cassie pushes her into the ropes and takes Maddie down with an Armdrag. Maddie charges Cassie again and gets caught with a second Armdrag. Maddie charges a third time and gets met with a Spinning Roundhouse Kick as she rolls to the outside in frustration.]

Hart: Nice girl-on-girl action so far… from what I hear, Cassie’s into that kind of thing…

Nelson: First off, those rumors aren’t true, and second off… if they were, would they really be any of YOUR business?

[Cassie motions to the outside as she claps her hands, getting the fans behind her. She runs against the ropes, but just as she’s about to dive to the outside for her trademark Tope Con Hilo, Maddie walks out of the way, so Cassie puts on the brakes and climbs outside the ring. She then chases Maddie down until Maddie rolls back in the ring first and catches Cassie on the way in with some clubbing elbows to the back.]

Tiger: Good strategy by Maddie to first, make Cassie pump the brakes on her high-risk offensive attack, and then catch her making a rookie mistake.

Hart: It looks like Maddie’s gonna pound the daylights out of Cassie…

[Maddie then grabs Cassie by the hair and tosses her with a hair pull from one end of the ring to the other. Maddie then screams “Get up, you stupid bitch!” at Cassie before punching her right in the kidneys.]

Nelson: Well, Maddie’s never been one to fight under the Marquis of Queensbury rules, so a kidney punch doesn’t surprise me here…

Tiger: Poor Cassie’s really taking a beating right now…

[Maddie then picks Cassie up and motions she’s going for a Bulldog, but Cassie counters with a Backdrop Suplex. After pulling herself up, Cassie then unleashes some stiff Kawada-style kicks on the back of Mad Maddie, literally knocking the wind out of her as Cassie just glares intently at Maddie.]

Hart: Oh man, those kicks give me nightmares!

[Cassie then picks up Maddie and hits a Snap DDT as she goes for the pin.]

Nelson: Snap DDT by Cassie Charisma, could this be it?

ONE

TWO

Tiger: No! Maddie able to get the shoulder up…

[Cassie then does an Irish Whip into the corner and just as she’s about to hit the Shining Wizard in the corner, Maddie punches her HARD in the face, legitimately knocking Cassie out as her head bounces off the canvas.]

Hart: OW! That’s not something you see every day…

Nelson: Fans, I’m afraid Cassie Charisma may be legitimately knocked out here…

[Referee Hector Garcia starts to administer a ten count on Cassie…]

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FOUR

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SIX

SEVEN

[Cassie finally starts to stir and starts to use the ropes to pull herself up, although she is a bit wobbly.]

EIGHT

[Garcia checks Cassie to see if she can continue, but Maddie hits Cassie with a brutal clothesline, taking her down before she picks her up and locks her in position for a Russian Leg Sweep. Maddie then jerks Cassie back really hard on the canvas as Maddie signals “It’s Over!” as she goes for her figure-4 leglock.]

Tiger: That’s the Jack Daniels, and Maddie’s got that move cinched in and Cassie’s nowhere near the ropes!

Hart: Cassie may have to tap if she doesn’t want to have a broken leg…

[Cassie continues to try and thrash about, fighting the pain. She then rests on her back for a couple of moments as Garcia makes the count.]

Nelson: Cassie’s in trouble here!

ONE

TWO

[Cassie gets her shoulder up off the canvas as she tries to fight the move some more.]

Tiger: I don’t think after this girl’s last few matches, anyone can ever question her toughness again!

[On the outside of the ring, we get a shot of Cassie’s sister, Carrie, pounding the canvas cheering her sister on as Cassie slowly fights her way to turn the move over, now leaving Maddie in the precarious position while Carrie is cheering.]

Hart: How did Cassie do that?

Nelson: It looks like Maddie’s submission move might backfire here!

[Maddie screams in pain as she slowly inches toward the ropes before grabbing them. Both females use the ropes to pull themselves up to their feet and as Maddie inches toward Cassie, she gets caught with a desperation Step-Up Enzuigiri to the back of the head of Maddie as both women are down.]

Tiger: Cassie used a desperation move there, but it may have taken everything out of her too, just to hit that move!

Hart: Both of these girls are out like a light…

[Referee Hector Garcia starts his ten count…]

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THREE

FOUR

FIVE

[Both women start to slowly stir on the canvas.]

SIX

SEVEN

[Maddie’s amazing up to her feet first as Cassie struggles to get to her feet.]

EIGHT

[Maddie stands crouched waiting for a chance to strike as she moves toward Cassie, but gets caught with a Charisma Cutter almost out of nowhere as Cassie quickly hooks the leg.]

Nelson: CHARISMA CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE! How did Cassie do that?

Tiger: She’s got Maddie hooked!

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Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen… here is your winner… and the NEW… number one contender to the Women’s Title… CASSIE… CHARISMA!!!

[As “One Step Closer” by Linkin Park begins to play over the P.A. system, Cassie holds the back of her head as she falls in her sister, Carrie’s arms, as the two sisters embrace in a congratulatory hug as Carrie helps her sister to the back.]

Hart: Cassie Charisma is like a Timex watch, she takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’!

Nelson: THIS, fans, is a textbook example of what a champion is truly made of… Cassie Charisma was in dire straits, but she somehow, some-way, found a way to defeat Mad Maddie and is now the new number one contender…

Nelson: Welcome back to Driven. Earlier today Muru started the show letting the fans know what he's thankful for, but he wasn't done there, also a challenge was made for a singles opportunity against Mike Logan for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Tiger: We learned over the break that Mike Logan will not be able to answer the challenge tonight, as he's had some travelling snafus that will keep him from making it to tonight's event.

[A graphic displays highlighting Mike Logan answering Muru's challenge.]

Tiger: So next week we're going to hear from the World Champion, will he accept the challenge? Will Muru get his singles opportunity?

Nelson: I have my assumptions what his answer will be, but I hope to be surprised next week, if anyone deserves that singles opportunity it's Muru who is undoubtedly at the top of his game...

Tiger: And if you're wondering why the ring looks like Wayne Campbell's basement rode the Delorian to the year two thousand nine it's because it's time Notorious JON to "hang" with Victor Emmit.

[Motley Crue's "Dr. Feelgood" is playing over the loudspeaker as Victor Emmit, wearing a "Face Turn" T-shirt, blue jeans and brown sunglasses sits miserably on the vintage sofa that sits in the ring, with Tito Barnes standing in the ring looking distraught. Also part of the set is a tube TV that sits on a TV stand, a coffee table that stands between Victor and the TV with a stack of anonymous records laying on top with two microphones. Tito has a microphone in his hand as he begins to speak.]

Tito: Okay. Cut the music! Cut that stuff out right now!

[Fans boo as the music quickly fades out.]

Tito: It might look like there's a party in this ring, but this ain't no party. Notorious JON. Get'cho ass out here right now, we about to sort out some serious stuff right here!

[Tito lowers the mic, as off mic he shouts "come on!"]

"AAAAAAHHHH....."

[The most epic entrance video ever plays and "Search and Destroy" by Iggy Pop begins to play as Notorious JON steps out from behind the entrance curtain with his arms raised. The crowd cheers loudly as he quickly drops his arms, prompting a flurry of pyrotechnics on either side of the ramp as he calmly walks to the ring.]

Tiger: Well ask and ye shall receive! Tito very bluntly called out Notorious JON and here he is.

Nelson: And there's no telling what the end result of this is gonna be.

Hart: I brought tissues for this specific segment!

Nelson: Oh brother. Maybe you should take the headset off until this is over.

Hart: That's not happening, if I cry we all cry together, this could be the last time we ever see Face Turn in the same ring!

[Jon enters the ring stepping over the top rope.]

Nelson: Have you even heard a single song of theirs?

Hart: No, and now I may never get that chance!

Tito: Okay now turn off the music. Turn that stuff off.

[Notorious JON's music fades as Tito begins to speak.]

Tito: If it isn't the big bad Notorious JON.

[Fans cheer as Tito pauses.]

Tito: Look at'choo. Bet'cha real proud of yourself ain't ya?

[Light cheers from the fans again as Jon shrugs his shoulders.]

Tito: Comin' round here...pretendin' to be somethin' you're not...startin' a band with us and leavin' us like we're a couple of jive clowns. The hell's wrong wit'choo man? Look what you did to my boy, man!

[Cameras focus on Victor Emmit, who's sitting on the sofa in his glasses, still pouting.]

Tito: He ain't talkin' no more 'cause of you. He barely eatin'. He just sits there, all sad and stuff. He's like a human Enya record-

[Notorious JON picks up one of the microphones on the coffee table as he interrupts Tito Barnes.]

Notorious JON: So this is what you brought me out here for, huh? Look, I know as well as anyone that Victor's hurting. I've seen him. I've tried to call him. He's taking it hard, but what am I supposed to do about it?

Tito: I don't know man, but you gotta make this right!

Notorious JON: I don't think you're understanding what's been happening, Tito. When I first started hanging out with you and Victor, I was in a wierd place. I was coming back from the worst injury of my life, brought on by my former best friend, had to deal with constant questions as to whether I could still do it, whether I still fit in cWo, and to make things worse, who's already here as a wrestler? My daughter! The daughter I barely know, all grown up. Do you know what that does to a man, Tito? It made me think that the days behind me were starting to outnumber the number of days still to come. I guess you can call it a midlife crisis. I needed to feel young again, I got the camaro, smoked a lot of weed, and yes, let my boyhood rockstar fantasies take over. I was cool with it being a hobby, but Victor, he was determained to turn this into our livlihood, he was desperate for us to form a band and live that rockstar life that we both always wanted. But at Will of the Warrior, Devon Dice showed my my place was right here in the cWo ring.

[Fans cheer as Jon continues.]

Notorious JON: And look, we had some fun. I think we did some great stuff, I really do. But the fact is, that's not who we are... and I think Victor needs to realize that. We're not rockstars, we're professional wrestlers, and that's what we'll always be. It's not the world's fault the albumn was a flop, it's not because all the music execs are stupid. Dio wasn't trying to put us down when he gave us advice, it was legit... we don't belong out there with professional musicians. We never could have been what Victor wanted us to be.

Nelson: Well there's a lethal dose of reality right there.

[Victor continues to show no emotion as Tito gets a little closer to Jon.]

Tito: That might be what you think. But see Victor and I? We stick up for each other. The way I see it I should kick your ass right here-

[Tito is then cut off by Victor Emmit.]

Emmit: Don't sweat it Tito.

[Tito looks at Victor with a wide eyed look of surprise as he continues.]

Emmit: Don't sweat it. Because I finally understand you, man. Yeah, I get your whole deal. Tito, we don't need him around anymore. Just let him go.

[Tito slowly backs up, shrugging his shoulders to Victor, not sure what to think.]

Emmit: In fact, before you leave, why don't you take some of my records with you.

[Victor begins carelessly slapping his records in his general direction, some sliding on the table, some falling to the mat.]

Emmit: Huh? Why don't you take my shades.

[Emmit throws his shades at Jon, hitting his chest.]

Emmit: Why don't you take my couch!

[Emmit gets up as he flips his sofa backwards.]

Nelson: This is like a bad breakup...

Emmit: See because I know now what you're all about. It's like the B.T.O. song says, you're lookin' out for number one. These flakes don't get it, but they will eventually. They bring their Notorious JON signs, they buy their action figures and t-shirts, you have them in the palm of your hand now, but eventually just like Tito and me, once they've given you everything they have, you'll turn around on them too won't you? 'Cause that's what you do isn't it? You just take until there's nothing left and move on don't you? Well how about you take this too.

[Victor drops his mic, and takes off his Face Turn shirt and throws it at Notorious JON, who catches it. Victor then gestures to Tito to leave as the fans boo.]

Hart: [Sniff...] I can't handle all this emotion guys!

Nelson: Oh save the dramatics for Victor Emmit, who's sounding more like a jealous ex-boyfriend than a cWo wrestler.

Hart: Well how would you feel if your best friend turned his back on you?

Nelson: Best friend, get out of here, they only knew each other for a few months!

Hart: Friendship can be a spontaneous thing!

Nelson: You don't think Victor Emmit and Tito Barnes were just using Jon for his star power?

Hart: What kind of a monster would do that? That's Jon's game, not Victor Emmit's!

[As Tito and Victor just about walk out of the arena, when Notorious JON speaks.]

Notorious JON: Hey guys!

Nelson: W-wait a minute!

[Victor and Tito stop as they turn to look at Jon.]

Notorious JON: Before you go, there's one last thing I want you to see!

[Jon then rips the Face Turn shirt as Victor and Tito watch on, shaking their heads in disapproval as Tito retorts.]

Tito: Alright that's it. You couldn't just leave us alone could ya?

Nelson: What?

Tito: Someone's gotta send you a message. Tonight I'm gonna do what I should've done to start with. Tonight I'm gonna kick ya ass!

Notorious JON: For your sake, I hope your wrestling is better than your bass playing, because tonight I'll be happy to show you what I do best!

Hart: Oh no!

[Fans cheer as Notorious JON drops the mic. Victor and Tito make their exit as Notorious JON holds his arms up to the crowd.]

Nelson: There you have it folks! Notorious JON and Tito Barnes get physical!

Hart: This is terrible!

Tiger: Robbie Hart's like a kid in a broken home right now. He's gonna need some psychiatric help after tonight.

DING DING DING

Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

[A set of power chords echo throughout the arena until "Deliverance" by Corrosion of Conformity blasts throughout every speaker available. Flashing on the CWO's tron are a set of words.

ONE

MAN

STAMPEDE]

Dixon: First, making his cWo debut… being accompanied to the ring by Fenton Woods… from West Memphis, Arkansas, weighing in at 378 pounds… WARREN SPADE!

[Red and gold strobe lights flash throughout the building and just as the song finishes up its first verse, out comes Fenton Woods, making a mock bow to the jeering crowd. Dressed in rather unconventional managerial attire in a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt that reads “speak into the mic” pointed down at… well, his microphone. Behind him, the curtains part as the mammoth form of Warren Spade stares out, cracking his tremendous neck and hands, readying for competition.

Tiger: WHAT A BEAST! Mac Johnson is a very blessed physical specimen in his own right, but look at the size of this man!

Nelson: That’s six-foot eight and close to four-hundred pounds! We saw that impressive video package last week, but tonight, we now get a look up close and personal with the beast himself.

[Pushing down the ropes, Warren steps over them with ease as he raises both hands into the air, taking in the hatred from the fans. He goes to his corner and prepares himself for the match ahead. Standing across from him in the ring is a much smaller, but well-built man a bald head, blue eyes and pure white tights and boots. ]

Dixon: And his opponent, from Fort Wayne, Indiana, weighing in at 205 pounds… CHARLIE XAVIER!

[The newcomer nods and gives a salute to the respectable crowd before turning his attention to the giant standing before him. The One-Man Stampede appears to be completely unfazed by his opponent, merely looking ahead to the task. The bell rings to get the action underway…]

“WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!”

The crowd murmurs when the manager for Warren Spade enters the ring. Fenton Woods shoves the referee out of view, despite the zebra’s protests. Smirking out to the crowd, the Allen County War Memorial Coliseum jeers the manager, holding a mic in hand (not the one on his pants)]

Woods: Okay, I’ve had it. Warren tried to talk me out of this, but I will no longer buy into any of this BS. This is a farce and the quote-unquote ‘brass’ of the Championship Wrestling Organization have their collective thumbs logged right in their poopers if they think that this is good enough for us!

Hart: Wow! He’s got a mouth on him!

Tiger: What is he going on about?

Nelson: They’ve been signed to cWo for a week and they’re ALREADY making demands?

[The cocksure manager pushes through the jeering crowd and continues.]

Woods: This is a downright insult! Who the hell do does Warren Spade look like? Pfft, Conrad Shaw? Nah, this is REAL talent! This man is a walking ATM for both ourselves and for this company. Nobody pays to see the ‘wrestlers’ play grab-ass with one another, they want to see death, destruction, mayhem, blood and all that cool stuff! Warren Spade brings it all… IN spades, might I add!

[Pacing around the ring, he continues his tirade amidst the jeering.]

Woods: He’s officially now the biggest man on this roster and you give him Professor X over here instead of a REAL challenge? Pfft. Eff. That. So here’s what we’re gonna do. Me and Warren… are gonna pack up our things… head to the back… and we’re gonna get the first plane out of… where are we… Eerie, Indiana or some mess?

[Laughing at his own horrible joke, Fenton Woods lets the crowd rain down the hatred before he turns his attention to Charlie Xavier. Nodding, he lets out a hearty chuckle.]

Woods: Ahhh, I’m just playin’, Charlie. You’re dead.

[And with those words, a HUGE Clothesline From the One-Man Stampede knocks him right on his ass! Fenton shrugs and gives the crowd a “who, me?” smirk before exiting the ring.]

Nelson: That was just a blatant set-up! Whether or not Fenton Woods’ claims were true, Warren just bum rushed this kid for no good reason!

[Charlie tries to get back up and makes it to the corner where Warren Spade is already on the offensive. Running at the kid full-bore, Charlie just BARELY ducks out of harm’s way, leaving him to crash into the turnbuckle! Spade turns around and is greeted with a series of Knife-Edge Chops that seem to only enrage the beast rather than inflict damage on him.

Taking another course of action, he goes low and tries to chop the big man’s legs out from under him with a series of kicks right to the leg. The elbows and the strikes keep flying, but a swift Double-Leg over-the-shoulder takeover deposits Charlie Xavier right into the nearest corner!]

Hart: Well, this kid’s dead.

Nelson: Warren Spade is just too overwhelming!

Tiger: OOOOOH! What a chop! That open-handed chop from the One-Man Stampede just did him away!

[Charlie has the wind knocked out of him, but Warren Spade isn’t done yet. The giant plows right into him with a series of knee strikes to the gut before carrying him into the center of the ring. Looking out to the crowd, he lifts him high into the air with a Military Press.]

Hart: What strength! And not a good landing, either! Spade just doing whatever he pleases, just dumping him to the mat.

[Sure enough, Charlie Xavier eats a whole lot of mat as he clutches his body in pain. Spade backs up a step and delivers a straight kick to the rib cage that sends him flying right into the ropes. Looking out to Fenton Woods for encouragement, the mouthy manager gives him a humbs down as Spade proceeds to step across his chest.

Using the ropes for extra leverage, Warren puts all 378 pounds across the chest of his much smaller opponent, listening to his groans and screams underneath him. The referee begins the mandatory five-count, to which Warren backs off at four and a half. Waiting for Xavier to get up, the One-Man Stampede finally gets impatient and pulls him upwards and onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry before falling straight backwards into a Samoan Drop.]

Hart: Get the spatula, it’s done, kids! Charlie Xavier doesn’t have a chance!

Tiger: Can you believe the strength of this man? Charlie Xavier is in great physical shape, but he looks like a dwarf compared to this beast!

Nelson: Uh-oh, what’s he got planned here?

[Spade backs up to the nearest corner while the young Indiana native has been effectively pancaked into the mat. Holding onto his pained rib cage, he doesn’t get up fast enough for Warren Spade to like, so he picks up the kid and whips him to the ropes. Bouncing off the adjacent side, Spade SHOOTS the kid with a Shoulder Block that sends him flying right into the ropes at a sickening angle.]

Nelson: WHAT A SHOT! Have you ever seen such power being buried into a Shoulder Block in your career?

Hart: The One-Man Stampede calls that the Trample and there’s no getting up from that! He shot that punk into the sky!

[Dragging the carcass mid-ring, Spade kneels down and makes a rather lax cover, but one could essentially count to ten thousand in this situation. It was done.]

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THREE

Dixon: Here is your winner… WARREN SPADE!

[The One-Man Stampede stands coldly over the body of young Charlie Xavier while looking out to the crowd. For the first time in the few minutes, a sickening smile etches across the face of the giant as Fenton Woods climbs into the ring to greet his charge. The referee tries to grab him by the hands, but Fenton slaps him away like an immature child.]

Nelson: Clearly, this Fenton Woods has no humility whatsoever.

[Raising his own charge’s hand, Fenton turns his eyes down on the fallen body of the regional talent, laughing boisterously in his face.]

Woods: YOU GOT BEAT, SUCKA! AHAHAHA!

[Spade climbs over the ropes and hops out with Fenton Woods in tow. The two look on at their handiwork before heading to the back.]

Hart: Let this be a lesson to the roster… if you get in the way of the One-Man Stampede, you WILL get trampled!

Tiger: That little gem notwithstanding, Warren Spade will certainly be a force to be reckoned with. Folks, stay tuned, we’ve still got lots more on this edition of Driven! Stay tuned!

Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Chazz Meeeeendel!

Hart: What!

["Tiger the Lion" hits the PA system as fans cheer the upcoming arrival of a cWo favorite.]

"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..."

[As the intro passes Chazz Mendel arrives from the entrance way in street clothes, using crutches to make his way down the aisle.]

Tiger: I thought for a moment that we'd see a one hundred percent healthy Chazz Mendel tonight!

Hart: Heh, well! Guess not! Haha!

Nelson: He said last week that he had a couple more weeks of therapy and recuperation, but here he is still in crutches tonight.

Tiger: He looks in good spirits regardless, I don't think we'll be hearing any sudden bad news. How great would it be if we were to see Chazz Mendel in action at Veneration this month?

Nelson: That would be a real treat to the cWo fans. It feels like it's been all too long since we've seen Chazz Mendel at his high flying best.

Tiger: One has to wonder if we'll ever see Chazz Mendel in the same light, let's face facts here. He's dealing with an injured leg right now, and I've heard through the grapevine that he still has back problems stemming from his wars with Nick Dangerous.

Hart: He's an arthritis problem away from yelling at everyone telling people to get off his lawn!

[Chazz Mendel hobbles up the staircase to make his way into the ring.]

Nelson: No one truly knows how fit Chazz is right now but the man himself, but I'm optimistic about Chazz's future in cWo. If we get Chazz Mendel at his best once he's again cleared to wrestle, Mike Logan will have to be very careful...

[Chazz takes the microphone that's handed to him from Donna Dixon, as his music fades.]

Mendel: If there's one thing about the cWo fans, is that they know how to make a man feel welcome!

[The fans start to cheer again, causing Mendel to pause and give the fans a thumbs up.]

Mendel: I'll be honest, I'm out here tonight because I'm homesick. This ring is my home, and I just had to find a way out here. And for a man on crutches to get this kind of reception, I can't wait to come back! Which I was told, just might be at VENERATION!

[Chazz Mendel is cut off by "One Day As A Lion", as a smiling Mac Johnson and John Pilchard make their way out.]

Nelson: Oh what is this about!

Hart: Mac Johnson must be as annoyed by Chazz Mendel's pandering as I am! Yuck!

Tiger: Chazz Mendel is simply out here laying the groundwork for his comeback. You can tell he's chomping at the bit to get back in action.

Hart: Well he might have just worn out his welcome, with Mac Johnson out here he might add a few months to Chazz Mendel's injury!

Nelson: There's no call for that whatsoever. There's no call for John Pilchard and Mac Johnson to even be out here!

[Pilchard is armed with a microphone as he and Mac Johnson take center stage staring down Chazz Mendel.]

Pilchard: Did you hear that everyone? How inspirational, Chazz Mendel "might" come back at Veneration!

[Chazz rolls his eyes as he spins his right wrist and hand, gesturing to Pilchard to wrap this up.]

Pilchard: I'm sure all these people here love having you out here spouting open ended verbal garbage but Mac Johnson and I were sitting backstage and we couldn't stomach another word!

[Mac laughs as John Pilchard looks Chazz up and down, then shakes his head disapprovingly.]

Pilchard: My how the mighty have fallen...there was a time where I thought you were somebody. I mean, you used to be a World Champion, remember that?...in fact...

[Pilchard points to the audience.]

Pilchard: Do any of you even remember that Chazz Mendel used to be World Champion?

[Fans cheer as Chazz nods his head in appreciation.]

Nelson: I certainly remember.

Pilchard: Do you remember that Mac?

[Mac jokingly shrugs his shoulders.]

Pilchard: There was a time when people thought you were the best in this business. But as Father time passes by, the more it seems like you were just in the right place at the right time. You're cWo's Cuba Gooding Jr.!

Hart: Haha!

Pilchard: Do you realize that as soon as Johnny Vandal split your leg like he was making a wish, these people moved on just like that. They moved on to the next goody two shoes suck up. They moved on to guys like Muru and Johnny Serious. You're yesterdays news and you don't even know it.

[Pilchard snaps his finger.]

Pilchard: But let me tell you something that's current, something that's today. Mac Johnson.

[Pilchard steps back as he presents Mac Johnson to Chazz Mendel. Fans boo as he continues.]

Pilchard: You come out here and you talk and talk, I might do this, I might do that, well let me tell you what will happen! Next week my man Mac Johnson is gonna beat Devon Dice, then at Veneration he's gonna win the Lord of Punishment tournament to become the United States Champion. And Mac and I are personally inviting you to to come down here next week, sit down at ringside right over there and watch the true best in cWo looks like.

Nelson: That's subjective.

Hart: Subjective to you, John Pilchard's making a lot of sense right now!

Mendel: So let me get this straight... You, expect me, to honestly believe that Mac Johnson is the best in cWo? The cream of the crop?

Pilchard: There's not a single doubt in my mind.

Mendel: Ok, so if there's no doubt, then please enlighten us! What the hell has he done to deserve that?

Nelson: That's a good question!

Pilchard: It's not about what Mac Johnson's done, it's about what he's going to do next week.

Mendel: I don't know if you can remember or not, but I'm a former World Champion AND United States Champion! Maybe my brain is a little scrambled from the wars I've been in in this very ring but I can't seem to remember Mac Johnson for anything other than having a manager who got his pants pulled down in the middle of the ring in front of thousands of people!

Pilchard: Oh shut up! Shut up!...

[Mac Johnson then takes the microphone from Pilchard.]

Johnson: Pilch, relax. He doesn't have a clue. That's right Chazz, you don't have a clue. Not everybody can see what's going on clearly, so I'll help you out. Mac Johnson is the best thing the cWo has going for itself. I am Mac Johnson and I am the ish, and if you don't believe it....then you better start paying attention!

[Mac Johnson then kicks Chazz Mendel in the bad leg, Chazz collapses to the mat as fans begin to boo. Pilchard laughs as he enthusiastically shouts "yeah! Yeah!"]

Nelson: Oh wait just a damn minute!

[Chazz inches himself away from Mac, who slowly walks towards him.]

Hart: I told you Mac was gonna add a few extra months to Chazz's vacation!

Nelson: Alright Mac you made your point!

[Fans begin to cheer as Johnny Serious rushes down the aisle.]

Tiger: Don't look now, it's Johnny Serious!

Nelson: Johnny Serious making the save!

[John Pilchard taps Mac on the back as he points out the arrival of Johnny Serious. The two then backpedal out of the ring and escape through the crowd.]

Nelson: And the "best thing going" in cWo today just got chased out of the ring by a healthy and able Johnny Serious!

Hart: Well that's because his issues aren't with Johnny Serious! This is between Chazz and Mac Johnson!

Nelson: Well I for one would like to see if Mac Johnson and John Pilchard would be this brave if Chazz Mendel were one hundred percent.

Hart: Hey, we don't even know if Chazz will ever be one hundred percent!

[Hart laughs.]

Nelson: Mac Johnson better hope not...

Dixon: The following contest is set for one fall, introducing first, the Challenger, from Wiltshire, England.. here is 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.]

[Donna Dixon: And her opponent...

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.]

Dixon: From Manhattan New York, here is your cWo Women’s Champion… EVETTE!

[Evette slides into the ring, where she’s immediately attacked by Bellatrix Drake]

DING DING DING

Nelson: This one’s underway! Huge forearm shots by the challenger!

[Drake grabs Evette by the throat and shoves her hard in the corner, then follows through with a running knee strike, then another, then another! Evette staggers out of the corner and walks right into a huge lariat by Bellatrix that sends her down!]

Nelson: Bellatrix Drake taking the early advantage here.

Tiger: I don't think Evette quite knows what to make of Miss Drake.

[Bellatrix pulls Evette up, grabbing a handfull of hair, and tosses her across the ring. The referee jaws at Bellatrix for the hair pulling, but she ignores him, going back to her opponent. She pulls Evette to her feet, then grabs her by the shoulders, near her neck, and lifts her in the air in a two handed choke, then slams her HARD into the canvas!]

Hart: Don’t hurt her!

Tiger: It looks like Bellatrix Drake is showing new mercy on the new Women’s Champion right now/

[Bellatrix pulls Evette up and sets her up for a powerbomb, she lifts, but Evette is able to reverse it into a facebuster!]

Nelson: Big counter by Evette!

Tiger: Nobody seems to ever give Evette credit for her in ring abilities, but she is a very skilled competitior!

Hart: See, I’m not crazy!

[Bellatrix gets to her feet, but is greeted by a sit-out jawbreaker. Evette with momentum. Bellatrix slowly gets to her feet, where Evette grabs her arms, then bounces off the ropes with a sprinboard armdrag!]

Nelson: Evette taking control of this one now.

Tiger: Well, Evette’s realized it’s going to take more than slapping and scratching to win this one, and she’s brought her arsenal!

[Evette nails the larger Drake with a european uppercut that staggers her back, then gives her a chop across the midsection. Evette runs off the ropes and hits a cross body block that sends Bellatrix down, and Evette makes the cover]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: And Bellatrix powers out!

[Bellatrix slowly gets to her feet. Evette charges and goes for a running bulldog, but Bellatrix is ready and turns it into backbreaker.]

Nelson: Ooow, Evette tried that one too many times, and Bellatrix makes her pay! The cover...

ONE

TWO

THREE

Nelson: NO! Evette just got her shoulder up.

[A frustrated Bellatrix pulls Evette back up and sends her into the ropes. Bellatrix goes for a lariat and misses. Evette bounces off the ropes and goes for a crossbody, but Bellatrix is able to sidestep, sending Evette crashing hard into Sean Easton!]

Nelson: And now the Referee is down!

[Bellatrix grabs a handful of Evette’s hair and pulls her up, then throws he hard face first into the turnbuckle, Bellatrix then plows into the back of Evette with a running avalanche, then backs up and does another one. Evettte spins around then takes a few steps out of the corner and plants herself face first into the mat.]

Nelson: Evette looks to be in some trouble now.

[Bellatrix closes her eyes and points to the sky, then once again pulls Evette up by the hair and pulls her between her legs.]

Nelson: Here is comes! She’s got her in position for the virgin sacrifice!

Hart: Evette had the move first and now this copycat thinks she can put her out with it?

[As Bellatrix goes to lift Evette, suddenly the crowd boos as Nox Bones runs down the aisle and slides into the ring.]

Nelson: Wait a second, we’ve got company!

Tiger: What the hell is Nox Bones doing here?

[Nox charges and hits Bellatrix with a running forearm to the back of the head, causing her to let go of Evette. She then grabs Bellatrix, sets her up and slams her down haed with Pretty Persecution!]

Nelson: And Nox Bones has just wiped out Bellatrix Drake!!!

Tiger: I wonder what this is about, Joel?

Nelson: You can be that Nox Bones can’t be happy that Bellatrix was given this rematch, maybe she felt she was next in line.

[As both Evette and Bellatrix lay in the ring, Nox slides out. Sean Easton begins to come to his senses. As he stirs, Evette gets to her feet and, noting the prone Bellatrix Drake, puts one foot on her chest and poses for the crowd.]

Nelson: Oh come on! Not like this!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

DING DING DING

Dixon: Here is your winner and still cWo Women’s Champion…. Evette!

[Sean Easton raises the arm of Evette, who is quick to shove him away.]

Nelson: Well, Evette retains thanks to Nox Bones.

Tiger: I hope whatever Nox Bones’ plan was, she’s prepared for the wrath of Bellatrix Drake to come down on her.

Benson: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is part of the first round for the PATH OF KINGS TOURNAMENT...making his way out to the ring first, from Manhattan, New York, at 254 lbs, MR. RIIICCCCHHHHH!!!!!!

[Pink Floyd's "Money" hits the arena as Mr Rich and Evette make there way out towards the ring. He stops in the aisle, waving his money around as a dollar sign lights up. ]

Nelson: And Evette, the cWo Women's Champion is not wearing her Title belt.

[They continue to the ring, Mr Rich 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. Evette, with her purse in one hand and the other pointing at her husband, backs up into a corner and exits the ring.]

Tiger: Whenever these two are at ringside together, you know that your entering in a handicapped battle!

Nelson: Well, J.J. Carter is a tough brawler, he should be able to handle what Mr. Rich and Evette have to offer.

Hart: I would love to see what Evette has to offer me!

Benson: And his challenger, from Bridgeport, Connecticut, at 195 lbs, J.J. CARRTTTEEERRRR!!!!!!

["Murder Was The Case" by Snoop Doggy Dogg plays over the arena, and spotlights go around the crowd before appearing on J.J. Carter, as he walks through the crowd and towards the ring.]

Nelson: Mr. Rich has the size advantage...

Tiger: But Carter has the youth advantage...

Hart: Youth means nothing, give me the experience Mr. Rich has any day!

[Carter enters the ring as the crowd give him a huge cheer. Mr. Rich takes one look at Carter, wipes his own forehead with his fingers and flicks it at Carter.]

Hart: My money is on the Money man himself, Mr. Rich.

Nelson: Of course it is!

DING DING DING

Nelson: And this match is under way.

[Carter and Mr. Rich circle each other in the ring and then both move in for a grapple.]

Tiger: Both men trying to show off their strength, but it is J.J. Carter who win the battle.

[Carter throws Mr. Rich into the corner. Carter quickly runs towards Rich in the corner with an elbow to the face.]

Hart: All ready a minute in the match and J.J. resorts to his cheating ways.

Nelson: An elbow to the face is not a tactic one would call cheating.

Hart: It is in my book!

[Carter unleashes several open hands to the face.]

Hart: That ref ought to make sure those hands aren't closed!

[Carter Irish Whips Mr. Rich into the opposite corner.]

Nelson: And now Carter slowly walks towards and look at Mr. Rich, dropping to his knees, begging for mercy!

[Carter looks at the crowd for approval and goes to grab Mr. Rich but...]

Nelson: Mr. Rich with the low blow right to J.J. Carter!

Tiger: Mr. Rich is known for these low blow maneuvers! He has made a career with the Low Blow.

[Mr. Rich gets to his feet and points to his head to the crowd as the crowd begins to boo. Mr. Rich then tosses Carter into the corner and delivers a set of hard chops to the chest of J.J. Carter.]

Nelson: And Mr. Rich pulls Carter to the center of the ring and lifts him in that Vertical Suplex stand...

Tiger: And even at 52, Mr. Rich still has the strength to lift his opponents in that position.

[Mr. Rich drops Carter with Vertical Suplex. Mr. Rich quickly gets to his feet and backs up to a corner.]

Nelson: Mr. Rich runs and hits the knee drop and now for the pin cover.

ONE

TW...

Nelson: And Carter kicks out.

[Mr. Rich quick to his feet, quickly rubs the heel of his wrestling boot over the forehead of J.J. Carter.]

Tiger: These two men differ in so many ways. Mr. Rich more of the technical wrestler, J.J. Carter more of the brawler type, but Mr. Rich is stepping up his game a bit.

[Mr. Rich picks Carter up and Irish Whips him into another corner.]

Hart: And the in ring psychology of Mr. Rich shows again, just working on that lower back. Carter just doesn't have it in him to beat a classy guy such as Mr. Rich!

[Mr. Rich runs towards Carter with a clothesline in the corner but...]

Nelson: And Carter steps away...

[Carter Pulls Mr. Rich in and hits a Belly to Back Suplex.]

Tiger: Well, you knew Carter wouldn't stay down for long.

Nelson: And now Carter goes for the pin!

ONE

TWO

THR...

[Evette pushes the rope towards Mr. Rich and Mr. Rich grabs a hold of it.]

Nelson: You got to be kidding me.

[Referee Garcia, not noticing Evette, sees Mr. Rich's hand on the rope and breaks the count.]

Tiger: It was only time before Evette would get herself involved in this match.

Hart: She must have tripped and accidentally pushed the rope towards Mr. Rich!

[Carter gets up, gives Evette a nasty look and then leans on the ropes while stomping on the back of Mr. Rich!]

Tiger: Carter has done his homework. Mr. Rich has been known to have chronic back problems and it is J.J. who is using some scouting reports to mold his method of attack.

[Mr.Rich slowly rolls out of the ring, but Carter quickly follows. Carter grabs Mr. Rich, lifts him up to his feet, and Irish Whips him into the steel barricade. ]

Nelson: This is Carter's domain, the outside of the ring. And Hector Garcia begins his count.

ONE

[Evette goes to sneak up behind Carter, but Carter quickly turns around and Evette begins to back pedal.]

TWO

Nelson: One can only imagine what Evette was up to.

[Carter then walks over to Mr. Rich grabs him by the head and slams it into the ring post.]

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

[Carter tosses Mr. Rich back in ring and goes for a pin.]

ONE

TWO

THRE...

Nelson: And somehow, Mr. Rich kicks out!

[Carter gets back to his feet and once again, begins to stomp on Mr. Rich.]

Nelson: Carter not letting up on Mr. Rich.

Tiger: Well, he knows that if given time, Mr. Rich will find a way to win this match.

Hart: And I still believe Mr. Rich will win. Carter is too dumb to win this match.

[Carter picks Mr. Rich up and Irish Whips him against the ropes.]

Nelson: I think Mr. Rich being out of action for so long may keep him from being ready for this kind of tournament!

[Mr. Rich bounces off the ropes and on his way back, Carter lifts Mr. Rich in the air and ...]

Nelson: Carter with the SpineBuster and this one may be over soon.

Hart: I can't believe this...I put all my money on Mr. Rich to win this tournament!

[Carter pulls Mr. Rich back to his feet, hooks his arms and spins Mr. Rich around.]

Nelson: And Carter just hit the YOUTH MOVEMENT on Mr. Rich...no Pun intended of course!

[Evette stands on the apron and goes to enter the ring as Referee Garcia notices and walks over to prevent her from coming into the ring.]

Tiger: And Carter goes for the pin but referee Garcia isn't there.

[The fans all count with Carter...ONE, TWO THREE]

Nelson: And now Carter realizes that he hasn't won and looks up to see Evette standing on the Apron.

[Carter stands up and begins yelling at Evette while trying to get the refs attention. ]

Tiger: Mr. Rich is starting to come too...

[Evette is seen kicking her purse into the center of the ring where Mr. Rich is.]

Nelson: What the hell is Evette up to...did you see that?

[Mr. Rich gets to his knees, a bit out of whack. He picks up the purse and and gets to his feet.]

Nelson: You have got to be kidding me!

[Out comes Mad Maddie running down to ringside.]

Hart: What is she doing down here?

Nelson: Restoring the balance of power there Robbie!

[Evette spots Mad Maddie and hops down to the floor. At that moment, J.J. Carter turns around as Mr. Rich swings the purse and hits Carter straight in the head with the purse. He then quickly throws it to the opposite side of the ring without Referee Garcia seeing anything.]

Nelson: I don't believe this at all. Just when you think Mr. Rich can't get any worse, he does something new to find ways to disgust me!

Hart: What...Carter tried to steal Evette's purse like the thief he is and Mr. Rich, protecting his wife, used self defense.

[Mad Maddie begins to chase Evette around the ring. Evette runs back up the entrance ramp and exits the area as Mad Maddie follows close behind. Inside the ring, Mr. Rich sees a knocked out Carter and walks over to the feet.]

Nelson: And now adding insult to injury, Mr. Rich places the unconscious J.J. Carter in the BAD INVESTMENT.

[And the ref checks out Carter to see if he submits, however, Carter is unconscious.]

Nelson: And Referee Garcia is calling for the bell.

DING DING DING

[Garcia whispers in Benson's ear.]

Benson: Ladies and gentleman, your winner by a knock out, MR RIIIICCCHHHHH!!!!!!!

Nelson: Cheap win for Mr. Rich yet he now advances to the next round of the tournament and J.J. Carter, who should have gone on, is now out.

["Money" By Pink Floyd plays as Mr Rich exits the ring. He quietly picks up Evette's purse while walking up the entrance ramp.]

Tiger: Carter hit the Spinebuster, and then hit the YOUTH MOVEMENT and should have had the pin, however, Evette, in her usual way, stepped up her game, and caused Carter this match.

Nelson: It's the same purse that got Evette her Women's Champion...more like the same BRICK in purse!

Hart: Hey, fact is, Carter could not get the job done. Plain and simple, he is what Mr. Rich has always said he was....a low class peasant!

Tiger: "The fact is", that Mr. Rich is going to face the charismatic Caleb Knox at Veneration in the semi finals. "The fact is" that Mr. Rich and Caleb Knox both have a considerable shot at Devon Dice's United States Title and the Lord of Punishment crown!

Nelson: We got more cWo action coming your way as Notorious JON competes in tonight's surprise main event against Tito Barnes!

Tiger: When was the last time we saw Notorious JON compete on Driven?

Nelson: We all know the man's track record, he has nothing to prove but he always proves to the cWo that he's always got more surprises. And no one could be more pleasantly surprised than the cWo fans when Notorious JON told his ex-band mates Victor Emmit and Tito Barnes to stick it. Let's take it backstage to Jason Duran for more!

[The crowd cheers as Jason Duran stands next to Notorious JON.]

Duran: The man I'm standing here with needs no introduction, but tonight he's left us with a few qustions. What's going through your mind right now as you prepare to step into the ring with a former bandmate?

Notorious JON: This is nothing new for me, Jason. In fact, the more I think about it, I'm always in this position. Whenever I start a friendship or an alliance, it always ends with us squaring off. I mean, think back to the beginning, all the teams I've been a part of, all the friends I've had. Heretic, Roman.. now Victor and Tito, it just never seems to work out. Now why is that, Jason? Is it like Victor and Tito think, that my ego is too much to spread around?

Duran: I don't know, I guess it could be...

Notorious JON: That was pretty much a rhetorical qustion, Jay.

Duran: Oh.

[NJ takes the mic from Duran and steps in front of him, blocking him out of the shot.]

Notorious JON: Personally, I just think I pick the wrong friends. I mean, maybe I've got a big ego, but I've also got a big name, and they're all happy to latch on to that, aren't they? And what do I get from it? I get my knee ripped apart and a year of recovery! I get pulled out of the business I love so I can embarass myself in a business I don't belong in. You know what the funny thing is, Jason? Through all the years, the one guy who's always been there for me is a guy I've treated like crap since he first came to cWo. I've disrespected this guy time after time, said he wasn't good enough to have anything to do with me. downplayed his career, but for some reason, Devon Dice has believed in me through it all. Devon's a great competitior and I don't think he'd ever admit this, but part of me thinks he was more interested in getting the best out of me at Will of the Warrior than he was with defending his belt. And let's not forget the cWo fans, Jason. I've treated these people like garbage from day one, but they always seem to forgive and forget, they always give me the benefit of the doubt, they show me love, even when I don't show it back. Well, all that's gotta change. I should have learned my lesson after Heretic, but now it's Victor that's shown me it's time I open my eyes and see people for who they really are. Devon Dice can watch my back any day, and you can be damn sure I'll watch his.

[The crowd cheers as Notorious JON hands the mic back to Jason and walks away.]

Nelson: It's Notorious JON against Tito Barnes, next!

DING DING DING

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

[The most epic entrance video ever plays and "Search and Destroy" by Iggy Pop begins to play as Notorious JON steps out from behind the entrance curtain with his arms raised. The crowd cheers loudly as he quickly drops his arms, prompting a flurry of pyrotechnics on either side of the ramp as he walks to the ring.]

Benson: Entering the ring first, he weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds. Hailing from Hollywood, California. Notoriouuuuuus Joooooon!

Nelson: And it's time for our main event as a man reborn, Notorious JON is set to take on Victor Emmit's right hand man Tito Barnes and though Victor and Tito have denounced this man as a band member and a friend, these fans are proud to take him back.

Hart: Ah I don't know why you defend him. Victor Emmit is right, right now he's all smiles, right now he's a man of the people, but it's only a matter of time Joel before he turns his back on them again, how many times do we have to go through this!

Nelson: Notorious JON has never been shy to controversy. But deep down Notorious JON has always had a desire to entertain these people. No one has a more storied history in the cWo than this man.

Hart: That's history that we should draw example from. I'd like to see all these people beat him to the punch, turn their backs on Notorious JON just like he turned his back on Face Turn!

[Notorious JON climbs up to the apron. He puts his back against the ropes and raises his arm again, prompting intensifying the adulation from the crowd. He then climbs into the ring and jumps onto the second turnbuckle, soaking in more cheers.]

Hart: He's got this Fort Wayne crowd swindled but I see right through him! I'm smarter than that!...

[Motley Crue's "Dr. Feelgood" hits the PA system. Tito Barnes makes his entrance, walking steadily holding the metal horns up with arms raised above his head.]

Benson: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Victor Emmit. He weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds, hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia. Titoooooo Barnes!

[Tito makes his entrance talking inaudible trash all the way down as Victor Emmit slowly follows, keeping eye contact with Victor Emmit.]

Hart: Notorious JON is in a world of trouble tonight. Tito Barnes is a man who is often seen in the background but tonight he leads the pack. Tonight he makes history when he pins Notorious JON's shoulders to the mat, he's young and aggressive, he's got a lot of pep tonight and for good reason. This is personal!

Nelson: You seem to be coping with the end of Face Turn better than you were earlier.

Hart: This isn't about Face Turn anymore, Notorious JON sold out! Whatever punishment Tito Barnes gives him isn't good enough!

[At ringside Tito talks into the camera, he points at Notorious JON saying "I gon' kick that man's ass!" before he Tito enters the ring.]

Nelson: Tito Barnes is definitely fired up tonight.

Hart: You're darn right he's fired up, and with good reason!

Tiger: And so are you!

Hart: Oh I'm steaming hot right now!

DING DING DING

Hart: Here we go, Jon's gonna get it!

[Tito charges Jon, as the two engage in a collar and elbow tie up.]

Hart: Here we go baby! Put him in a headlock, start throwing haymakers!

[Notorious JON uses his superior size to push Tito Barnes on his back.]

Hart: What was that!

[Tito sits up on his knees, frustrated that Jon got the upper hand.]

Nelson: Notorious JON showing that size pays off.

Tiger: What's more impressive is that Tito's not exactly a lightweight.

[Tito gets to his feet as he and Jon slowly circle each other.]

Tiger: Notorious JON just threw down about two hundred and fifty pounds of one angry guy.

[Tito and Jon lock horns again, this time Tito rakes the eyes. Tito kicks Jon in the gut, then wraps his hands around the throat of Jon, pushing him back into the corner with a choke.]

Nelson: Well I was gonna say that they were gonna test each others wills again but it looks like Tito has other plans.

[Tito stops the choke at a count of four, when he then begins hitting repeated right hand shots to the gut of Notorious JON.]

Hart: We're not looking at your average wrestling match. Tito Barnes is here with a vendetta! I think we're gonna see a side of him we've never seen before!

[Tito hits a big knee lift, before irish whipping Jon towards the other corner.]

Tiger: So far that's exactly what we're getting, we've already seen an edge from Tito at "Hanging with Victor Emmit". And we're seeing it NOW!

[Tito compresses Jon's chest with a running clothesline. He then pulls Jon towards the center of the ring, and scoops slams him to the mat.]

Nelson: And there's a body slam.

[Tito goes for a pinfall.]

ONE

Nelson: Almost two.

Tiger: You're not gonna see a lot of people body slam a guy like Notorious JON that way.

[Notorious JON sits up, as Tito gets to his feet. Tito slaps him in the head a couple times as he shouts "come on Jon! I thought you was bad! You ain't bad!" Fans boo as he delivers a stiff boot to the face to knock Jon back down on his back.]

Hart: Oh! Jon's gonna think twice about the way he treats his friends when this one's over!

[Tito assists Jon up to his feet, clubbing his forearm against his back. Jon stands up, stretching out his back as he slowly paces away from Tito in pain. Tito follows after delivering more forearms to the back.]

Tiger: It's all Tito so far.

[Jon walks to the corner, with a final forearm shot to the back, Jon spins and backs himself into the turnbuckle. Tito follows up with offensive shoulders to the gut.]

Nelson: Tito ramming his shoulder into the stomach of Jon, really showing so far that he's not just a sidekick. He's a big powerhouse of a man.

Tiger: He's a rock 'n' roll bulldozer.

[As Tito goes for another shoulder butt, Jon gets a knee up, stiffing Tito in the head.]

Hart: Oh no!

[Tito stands up, clutching his head, when Jon delivers a series of right hands, backing Tito away from him.]

Nelson: Looks like Jon found a way out!

[Tito is stunned by the rights, as Jon then goes against the ropes and attempts a shoulder block, but the two have a stalemate in the center of the ring. Jon runs against the ropes again.]

Hart: Ha!

Nelson: The two big men collide!

Tiger: You guys better hold on to something, oh!

[Jon hits Tito with another shoulder block, Tito wabbles backwards but stays on his feet.]

Nelson: Almost brought the big man down!

[Jon goes against the ropes, but Tito charges after him and takes him down with a jumping shoulder block.]

Hart: Look at that power!

[Tito goes for a pin.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Could be it-and no! Jon kicks out!

Hart: Barely!

[Jon kicks out. Tito looks up at referee Johnny Williams as he slaps the back of his right hand into the palm of his left, shouting "come on man can you count!?".]

Hart: You tell him Tito! He was just seconds away from beating a future hall of famer!

Nelson: Almost never cuts it in this business.

[Tito digs into Notorious JON with a few kicks. Jon rolls onto his stomach, as Tito then drapes his neck over the bottom rope, placing a foot on the back of Jon, choking him.]

Nelson: Tito Barnes now with an illegal choke!

Hart: Illegal, legal, it's all subjective Joel.

[Tito relinquishes the choke, and immediately buries his knee into the back of Notorious JON.]

Hart: I told you going into this that it would be a different kind of match. Tito's getting even!

[Jon rolls away from Tito, towards the center of the ring. Tito runs against the ropes and hits an elbow drop down into the back of Jon on the rebound.]

Tiger: It looks like Tito is really squaring in on Jon's back.

[Tito rolls Jon over attempting another pin.]

ONE

TWO

Nelson: And another nearfall.

[Tito then sits Notorious JON up, grabbing him by the wrists and digging his knee into Jon's back with a surfboard stretch.]

Nelson: Mexican surfboard applied.

Hart: Let's take a second to just admire Tito Barnes tonight, he made the challenge tonight. When Notorious JON turned his back on Emmit and Barnes, he thought he would just be able to move on and forget about it. He didn't dream that there would be repercussions, he didn't think he'd be out here tonight getting his back split like a turkey leg!

Nelson: Well let's not forget that Tito made the challenge, and Notorious JON accepted it without hesitation. I'll give you that Jon might not have foreseen the challenge Tito would bring, but Jon accepted this challenge just as easily as Tito made it.

[Tito continuously shouts at Johnny Williams to ask Jon if he gives up.]

Tiger: Gotta believe that Victor Emmit is thankful for Tito Barnes tonight. For all we know if it weren't for Tito, Victor Emmit might still be sitting on top of that scaffolding in Indianapolis!

Hart: Is Notorious JON gonna give up right here?

[Jon begins shaking his arms desperately as the fans chant Jon's name in support.]

Tiger: He's really fighting that urge to submit right now. It would be so easy to just say the words "I give up" just to not feel that pain anymore but Jon refuses.

Nelson: And right now he's looking to do something about it!

[To the dismay of Tito Barnes, Jon begins to climb up to his feet.]

Tiger: Through sheer will and determination Notorious JON is breaking free!

[Jon overpowers Tito, as he manages to get to his feet, and slowly turns the tables. Jon faces the back of Tito, when he hits a quick back suplex.]

Nelson: And Jon with the suplex!

[Fans cheer as both men lay down on the mat, as Jon agonizingly climbs on Tito for the pin.]

Nelson: Here it is!

ONE

TWO

Nelson: Tito kicks out!

Hart: Hoo! Woo! That was too close!

[Both Tito and Jon slowly begin to get up to their feet.]

Nelson: Notorious JON scores a nearfall and that suplex was big time equalizer in this contest.

Tiger: But will it be enough at this stage of the game?

[As both men get up, Notorious JON hits Tito with a right hand.]

Nelson: So far so good as Jon hits a hard right hand!

[Tito responds with a right of his own.]

Tiger: It's a clash of the titans!

[Both men trade sluggish blows back and forth. Tito hits Jon with a staggering blow that sends him into the ropes.]

Hart: Yeah! Get him!

[On the rebound, Jon clotheslines Tito to the mat. He immediately drops down with a lateral press.]

Hart: Oh no!

ONE

TWO

Hart: Aah! Ooh!

Nelson: Notorious JON is bringing it now!

[Jon gets up to his feet, as a beaten up Tito Barnes slowly recovers, Jon paces around the ring as he slaps his hands together, signifying that he's ready to wrap this up. Victor becomes animated as he climbs on the apron and gets the referees attention.]

Nelson: I guess it was only a matter of time before Victor Emmit stuck his nose in this huh?

[Victor and the referee argue, but Jon has no patience for it. He grabs Victor and hiptosses him over the top.]

Hart: What is he doing!

Nelson: It looks like Jon is taking care of a future problem!

[A recovered Tito Barnes then kicks Jon in the stomach.]

Hart: He should worry about one thing at a time! Look at this!

[Tito lifts Jon over his shoulder for his finishing running powerslam.]

Hart: Tito's about to end it!

[Jon slides out of Tito's grip, landing on his feet behind Tito.]

Nelson: Uh oh!

[Jon turns Tito around, then lifts him over his shoulders.]

Hart: Oh my god! No!

[Jon hits his finishing Go 2 Sleep" on Tito Barnes.]

Nelson: That's a Wrap!

[Tito collapses to the mat as Jon goes for a pin.]

ONE

TWO

[Victor breaks up the count.]

Nelson: Wait a minute!

DING DING DING

[The bell is rung as Victor begins kicking away on the victorious Notorious JON.]

Nelson: Well I think this match was set in stone as a win for Notorious JON but Victor Emmit just spoiled the party.

Hart: Excuse me if I don't sympathize for the ultimate party pooper!

[Johnny Williams implores Victor Emmit to take it easy, but Victor pays no mind as he continues his assault.]

Hart: Victor had to be thinking about this through this entire match!

Tiger: One has to wonder if both Tito and Victor knew it would come down to this before the match even started.

[Victor goes down and starts choking Notorious JON on the mat as fans boo wildly.]

Hart: It's never easy losing a friend! This is simply Victor's way of moving on!

Nelson: If Victor wanted to move on he would move on! This is about revenge!

[Jon is down and out as Victor shakes up Tito, trying to get him up from the mat. Tito shows signs of life as Victor resumes stomping on the body of Notorious JON. Tito recovers slowly to his feet as he backs Victor off of Jon, then begins picking him up to his feet. Tito moves Jon over to the corner as he begins kicking into the stomach of Jon.]

Nelson: This has escalated to a two on one attack and Peter I think you're right, I think this was premeditated. Jon is worn out from his match, I think win lose or draw it was gonna come to this!

[Victor moves out of the ring as Tito continues to throw kicks at Jon. Jon then catches a kick from Tito, and buries an elbow into his upper leg.]

Nelson: Wait a minute, Jon's fighting back!

[Jon fires back with right and left hands to Tito.]

Nelson: A series of rights and lefts!

[Jon whips Tito against the ropes, and hits him with a big boot.]

Nelson: Tito's down!

[The fans cheer, but only momentarily, as when Jon turns around, he finds himself smashed in the head by Victor Emmit using a boom box.]

Nelson: My God what is Victor Emmit thinking!

[Jon falls to the mat as the radio is dropped next to him. Victor slides his hands through his hair, moving the hair out of his face as he looks down on the fallen Notorious JON.]

Nelson: He just broke a radio over the head of Notorious JON!

Tiger: That was disturbing to watch Joel.

Nelson: There's no way you're gonna tell me that wasn't premeditated! Where did that radio come from!

[Devon Dice then comes rushing down the aisle with a steel chair.]

Nelson: It's Devon Dice! Devon Dice coming to the aid of his long time friend Notorious JON!

[Victor and Tito take notice as they rush out of the ring and out through the fans.]

Nelson: And they're getting the hell out of there! We gotta get help for Jon out here.

Tiger: You can see bits of and pieces of the radio thrown out over the canvas. Jon is down and out. This is an unfortunate turn of events guys.

Nelson: If there was any question about the relationship between Notorious JON and his former band mates look no further than this disgusting display, there's no way Jon's gonna let those clowns get away with this.

Hart: This is one Thanksgiving that Jon will never forget!

[The show comes to a close with a fading shot of Dice calling for help.]