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"OUR FAVORITE COLOR-COMMENTATORS!!!"

Just coming back from a commerical break, we are brought to rampside. The King and JR are recapping the events of Erruption.

"Good Ole" JR: Welcome folks, I'm JR and this is my partner Jerry "The King Lawler, and we're inviting you on this evening to NWA wrestling. Folks the encore presentation of the NWA's opening pay-per-view will be held tomorrow night, so if you missed it the first time, make sure you see the encore.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Certainly JR, last night the roof came off in this very arena. We witnessed great matches from Trish Stratus picking up the women's title, to Matt Hardy Version 1.0 becoming the first NWA hardcore champion, and don't forget JR, we also witnessed Team Angle pick up a win over X-Factor to become the NWA's first Tag-team champions.

"Good Ole" JR: Yeah, but not without a little help from Kurt Angle.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Oh you're just jealous that you couldn't be a part of a winning team like Team Angle.

"Good Ole" JR: Yeah, I'm real green with envy. But folks, all this and more happened last night at Erruption, if you missed it, its still not too late to order it on pay-per-view, you can still catch the encore presentation tomorrow night at 8:00.

"GOLDBERG...NOW HE'S BUFF!!!"

Suddenly, the titantron shows a scene backstage, to the surprise of many in the audience, its Goldberg. Through a chorus of chants for Goooooooooldberg...he is seen doing push-ups on with his feet on two chairs positioned properly behind him. He hears a knocking on the door and yells for the person to go away, but the knocking continues. Goldberg gets up off the chairs and steps outside of his locker room only to be met by none other than Mean Gene himself. Goldberg goes to give him a pound, but moves his hand, making Gene look very foolish.

"Mean" Gene Okerlund: Ha Ha, good one Goldberg, it's good to see you back in the business again. I mean I've seen your many faces, and I've even seen you do some things that I wouldn't be too proud of, but I must admit that its good to see you back. (Gene moves in for a hug)

whoa whoa... that's where all the sentimental crap stops Gene. You're right, its good to be back in this business... its DAMN good. I've been sitting at home, resting my bones, and I see people making a mockery of this profession, big and small... I watched some so -called superstars, and officials alike, grab professional wrestling by the throat, shake it from its very foundation, and drive it straight into the ground... I sat at home remembering back in the day when wrestling was something I wasn't ashamed of, when even Hulk Hogan still had Hulkamaniacs, and I look at wrestling now and I knew I had to do something Gene.

"Mean" Gene Okerlund: Well I must admit, wrestling isn't what it used to be, but wrestling today is still good, and wait, Hulk Hogan still has Hulkamaniacs across the globe, in fact I'm a proud member of the Hulka...

Gene, with all due respect...(looking him up and down) if any, I rest my case. You see, not only does Hulk Hogan not have any fans, seeing that Hulkamania is...(getting in Gene's face) DEAD. Not only that, but I'm sure the fans need to see a little more than two dinosaurs come out of retirement to fight for the world title night after night. After all, I think we got the point when Hulk Hogan pinned Fred Flinstone the first time he won it. You see the fans need something new, and I'm here to give them exactly what they need.

"Mean" Gene Okerlund: I'm certainly not denying that the fans need to see you back in the ring again, but surely the lingering question remains, are you ready?

Am I ready? (looking behind him) Do you know who you're talking to Gene. You forget, I was born ready, the question is, are you ready? (Before he can answer) Of course you're not ready. I wouldn't have made my dramatic comeback to the NWA if I wasn't ready to get back in that ring. So who's my opponent in my debut match?

"Mean" Gene Okerlund: Well in one corner, its going to be Da Man, Bill Goldberg, and in the other corner its going to be, former light-heavyweight champion, former European champion, former Hardcore champion, the master of the swanton bomb, creator of Poetry in Motion, the true to life daredevil himself... Jeff Hardy.

(Goldberg falls on the floor laughing, after a few seconds he gets up and begins to speak again.) Man that was funny, yeah so who's my opponent, seriously this time.

"Mean" Gene Okerlund: Jeff Hardy

Alright, for my return they gave me a match against Jeff Hardly.

"Mean" Gene Okerlund: No no... that's Jeff Hardy

Oh I see... Jeff Hardly as in Hardly a wrestler, as in Hardly a man, as in Hardly... no... doesn't stand a chance against me when I make my return on March 7th at my home away from home in Madison Square Garden. Erruption will kick off with a bang, not because Jeff Hardy will start it off, all he has to do is show up, and I'll show him why they call me DA MAN. He really doesn't know, some people have told me I must have gun powder in my shoulders, because people who go down from the spear, DON'T GET BACK UP. Shoot he can bring the Swanton Bomb, nah, you know I think about it, look at what's going on, I mean either Bischoff really doesn't like you Jeff, or maybe if you actually asked for the match, you're either nieve, retarded, or maybe you have a death wish. Maybe you're just really suicidal, I can see you doing not the Swanton Bomb on March 7th, but a Swan dive off the top of the Empire State building. No matter how you slice it, you can either daredevil your ass off that building or daredevil your ass to the ring. Either way you'll die trying. You know if I'm right I heard Gene tell me you were real good at poetry, ist that right Gene, is Jeff good at poetry?

"Mean" Gene Okerlund: No actually I said.

Gene, the key is, you speak when its your turn, or I say so, otherwise, don't interrupt me. So I hear your good at poetry in motion or some crap like that, well you know, I must say I've got respect for a man who writes poetry, so you know, being DA MAN and all, I come prepared, I've got a little bit of poetry of my own... just for you Jeff. Gene give me a beat. (Mean Gene isn't sure as to what he's supposed to do, and just looks at Goldberg really funny.) Man just bang your hands on the wall or something. (Gene is tapping the wall and whistling when Teddy Long walks by.) Hey Teddy we're both down with the Brown, show Gene over here how to bust a beat. (Teddy looks at Goldberg funny then grabs a table and makes a beat.)

yo yo... yo yo
There's this dumb kid named Jeff Hardy
He thought he could bag chicks at a Christmas party
They knew that he was whack
when he tried to mack
he even got wood just staring at her back
but he couldn't handle, too much for him, cuz you know this little homo cought a heart attack.
Man I feel bad for this punk
his wrestling skill stink worse than a skunk
I guess its not his fault... he couldn't handle a budunkadunk
I look into his eyes and I can see the tears
He's thinking now that I'm gonna end his career
I don't blame him, I'm stronger than a bear
But I guess its his fault his momma didn't teach him to fear the spear
Well that's my rhymes
and now I'm out of time
Me against him, I'm about to commit a crime
I can handle that, its just fine
Maybe its his fault he's next in line
He's getting more than he can handle... more than he can chew
I'm more than prepared to beat him death with both of his shoes
He better get ready... ready to lose
I'm like Santa Claus making tru his wish
Cuz come March 7th he'll be at the top of my hitlist.

Goldberg drops the mic and walks away leaving Gene with a perplexed look on his face. Meanwhile, Teddy Long is following and giving him his due props as NWA goes to a commercial break.