We head backstage and an EARLIER TODAY sign pops up on the screen. We see PKA and Ash behind a wooden table in the hall ways of the arena. There is a huge sign that says DONATIONS FOR MY TIME SEGMENT HERE .

PKA- C'mon people! Help me out! I need some money to pay for my segment, I know you all love it!

The camera looks into the jar that is for money, but there is only about five cents in pennies in there. A man walks up and drops in some change. PKA looks in to find that he dropped in seventy-five cents.

PKA- What the hell!? Hey damnit, what's your problem? You look like you got money, hey, don't turn away from me! HEY! Get back here!

PKA hits the table hard and everyone looks back as the noise fills the halls.

PKA- WHAT?! Damnit, Ash, this isn't working. I better-

A Man walks up and hands PKA a note.

PKA- What the hell is this?

Man- Its a letter from someone, I was told to give it to you.

The man walks off as PKA opens it up and reads it.

PKA- Its from..Ichabod? What the hell? It says here that he is going to pay for my segment, why though? It says that I have to help him tonight, though. Whassup wit dat?

Ash shrugs her shoulders as PKA looks at her with curiosity. We fade to black. We come back up on Mike D. and Hank at Ringside ready to start the night off.

Hank- Poor PKA may finally have the funds he needs for the segment, but at what cost?

Mike D.- I think we'll find that out later tonight, Hank. We've got a match to get to, Floyd vs. Nester DeFranco!

Hank- Yes its going to be a battle of who's Mania is the strongest, Nestermania or Floydamania!!

Michael D - The Nesterman should have this pretty easily in my view.

Hank - Yeah but who listens to you?

Michael D - Intelligent people of course.

A loud muted guitar riff echoes throughout the arena as the lights dim and the fans all rush the barricade. Finally, Down with the Sickness by Disturbed blasts throughout the arena as none other than the Nesterman himself Nester DeFranco bursts past the curtain in his trademark wrestling gear. He looks from side to side as he points to his Nester-Maniacs in the crowd wearing his shirts and holding up his signs while he heads directly to the ring. He rolls under the ropes and jumps to his feet, climbing up to the second turnbuckle to salute his fans. The camera focuses up close on his face until he looks down at the lens and drops a goober onto it, signaling for his music to end.

Hank - Nester, looking pretty pumped up right now!

Immortal By Adema Plays, and Floyd comes out to a huge reaction. He usually has A Kendo stick in hand and in his other a Cigarete. He slowly walks down the ramp, slapping the fans hands along the way. He gets to the ring and enters. He waits in the corner.

Michael D - Both men waiting and ready, this should be a good one!

The ref calls for the bell as both men come out of the corners and Nester is quick on the attack as he sprints at Floyd knocking him down with a shoulder block. Instead of bouncing off the ropes, he quickly drops an elbow on the back of his neck! Nester gets up and flexes for the crowd and then laughs to himself as he plays with Floyd slapping him on the head a few times. He picks him up but Floyd manages to get a few elbows to the gut sending Nester back. He bounces off the ropes and connects with a flying Crossbody. He gets up and bounces off the ropes and hits a sliding drop kick into the face of The Nesterman! Nester falls back and rolls out of the ring and regains his composure but Floyd bounces off the ropes and leaps over the other side nailing Nester with a suicide dive! The fans in the arena are going crazy as Floyd limps up and gets Nester up with him. He grabs him by the hair and whips him against the steel steps! Nester cringes in pain as Floyd slowly picks him up again. He drags him over towards the barricade and leans him over. Floyd climbs to the ring apron and leaps off but Nester moves and Floyd crashes into the barricade head first!

Hank - Ouch! I think I felt that all the way over here!

Nester takes advantage and picks up Floyd and reverse DDT's him back into the outside area from the barricade! He stands up and regains himself and walks under the ring and grabs a chair! The ref is calling for Nester to put it away but he pays no mind and swings at Floyd but misses and the chair smacks the ground. Nester drops the chair and holds his hands as Floyd gets up and clotheslines him down to the ground. Floyd makes his way to his feet and slides in the ring and then back outside and picks him Nester lining him up to whip him into the steel steps but Nester reverses it and send Floyd instead! Floyd connects with a thud as Nester just smiles. Nester picks him up and tosses him back into the ring and slowly follows behind. Nester stalks Floyd until he barely gets up to his feet. Nester sets Floyd up for The DeFranco Bomb, but Floyd counters it and bounces off the ropes hitting a clothesline knocking Nester down!

Michael D - Floyd needs to take advantage of this situation before Nester gets back up!

Hank - If he has the time, Nester keeps recovering so well!

Floyd picks him up and whips him into the ropes and catches him in a sidewalk slam! He goes for the cover but Nester kicks out. He lifts him up again and picks him up nailing a huge backbreaker. He goes for the cover once again but Nester manages to get his shoulder up. Floyd looks rather irritated as he stands up and goes to second rope and yells out loud and leaps off for a leg drop but Nester manages to escape at the last second! Both men are slow to their feet as Nester reaches first followed by Floyd. Floyd goes for a huge right hand but it's blocked by Nester who connects with a solid uppercut! He kicks him in the gut and drops him with a powerful DDT! He reaches down and hooks the leg but Floyd manages to get his foot on the bottom rope! Nester shakes his head in disgust and spits on Floyd!

Michael D - What a move by Nester!

Hank - That's not a move? That's a disrespectful and disgusting gesture!

Michael D - Like I said, what a move!

Nester picks up Floyd and smacks him a few time whipping him into the corner. He follows behind but Floyd manages to move causing Nester to spear the turnbuckle! He comes out holding his shoulder as Floyd picks him up and nails him with a stalling vertical suplex! He goes for the cover but Nester kicks out! Floyd gets up and lifts Nester up with him, he turns him around and plants him with a neckbreaker. He goes to the top turnbuckle and climbs it up when Nester gets up and meets him at the top from the other side. They both start making punches when Floyd manages to get Nester dizzy. He then signals to the crowd and goes to set Nester up for the Fallen Angel! He almost has him when Nester counters and back body drops Floyd out into the ring! He falls down hard as Nester regains himself and leaps off nailing The Total Devastation! He hooks the leg as the ref counts the three!

Hank - What a counter by DeFranco who nailed him with The Total Devastation! That was awesome!

Michael D - Very true! I thought Floyd had him with The Fallen Angel, but nice counter by The Nesterman!

Hank - This match coming up right now is for the Brutality Championship!

Michael D - That's right Hank and this one should be just that, Brutal!

Hank - You sure about that smart guy?

Michael D - Shut up Hank.

As Dragula by Rob Zombie begins the lights go out, then a red light shines on the ring and the ring begins to smoke. A fighter is on her knees as Judas makes his descent from the rafters above. As his feet start to touch the ring, his valet stands up and takes his hand, and then he kisses her on the cheek.

Hank - This my friend is a strange individual

Cocky by Kid Rock hits and the 'REAL Nature Boy' Christian Wright walks down the aisle cockily with his bodyguard Bohemoth by his side. Christian struts down the aisle as he makes his way to the ring. Christian slides in and poses on the middle turnbuckle as Bohemoth stands looking menacingly beside him, arms folded. Wright leaps down and pats Bohemoth on the back before doing a little Flair strut.

Michael D - Cocky is just one way to describe this man.

The ref calls for the bell and the match begins. Wright charges at Judas who connects with an elbow to the face. He grabs his head and slams it down on his knees as Wright flies off and rolls out of the ring. Judas slowly follows and grabs him trying to whip him into the steel steps but Wright reverses and sends Judas instead! Judas crashes with a sickening thud as Wright wipes a bit of blood from his lip. He picks him Judas and slams him into the fan barricade and charges at him driving a knee into his stomach. Wright picks him up and drags him over towards the announce table and drives his head down into it. He walks over and picks up the ring bell and lines Judas up. The crowd screams in anticipation as Judas slowly makes it to his feet. He turns around and is leveled with the ring bell! Wright slowly picks him up and throws him into the ring. He slides in behind him and goes for the cover but Judas manages to get his shoulder up.

Hank - How did he get up from that? A ring bell to the head? Judas is busted wide open!

Wright picks up Judas and suplexes him right back down and covers with him a forearm to the throat. Judas kicks out at two. Wright picks him up by the hair and drags him to the corner of the ring and sets him on the top turnbuckle. He slowly follows behind and sets him up for what looks like a superplex! Wright puts a hand out to the crowd as he is about to lift off but Judas blocks it! Wright tries again but once more Judas gets his foot in the way. Judas then elbows Wright in the stomach and flips him over his shoulders sending Wright falling all the way to the outside crashing on the fan barricade! The fans break out into a Holy Sh*t chant as Judas slouches over the turnbuckle as Wright is on the ground gripping his stomach rolling around in pain!

Michael D - Holy crap did you see that? He fell from the turnbuckle all the way to the outside onto the barricade!

Hank - He will be out here for sure! All Judas has to do is get down and cover him!

Judas slowly makes his way off the turnbuckle and rolls outside the ring. He makes his way over to Wright and picks him up sliding him inside and goes for the cover but Wright manages to get his shoulder up before 3! Judas can't believe it and grabs his hair and gets a pissed off look. He slides outside the ring and grabs a Steel Chair and brings it inside. He lines up Wright and as he turns around the chair gets wrapped over his head! Wright falls down busted wide open as Judas slowly makes his way down and goes for the cover but once again Wright kicks out! Judas can't believe it and picks up Wright shouting in his face. Judas grabs the chair and slides it to the center of the ring and lifts up Wright and goes for a DDT but Wright reverses it with a knee to the gut. Wright then plants Judas with a DDT of his own on the chair!

Michael D - What a counter!

Hank - That was incredible!

Wright and Judas are both laid out in the ring, bloodied and bruised. Wright starts showing signs of life first as he manages to crawl to the ropes. He gets himself up, as does Judas as they meet in the center. Judas swings but Wright blocks the punch and kicks him in the gut. He lifts him up and drills him with a Powerbomb! Wright wobbles backwards and bounces off the ropes and flies forward hitting a leg drop across the throat. He goes for the cover but Judas barely breaks the count. Wright picks him up once more and whips him hard into the corner. Judas bounces off stumbling as Wright picks him up in the Call of Nature He twists around and plants him with it on the chair in the center of the ring. He hooks the leg as the ref counts the three!

Hank - And that will do it for this match, Wright winning with the Call of Nature!

Michael D - Very sick there Hank! I liked how he hit it on the chair! No pity!

The arena goes quiet as the camera pans along the entrance way...then My Time hits the PA System as the camera quickly takes shot of the VideoTron as it shows the words 'Grade A' and then flashes and we see the letters 'PKA' flashing. It changes to shots of PKA wrestling at his fast pase. The words continue to flash 'Grade A' -- 'PKA'. PKA walks out from behind the curtain with a black beanie on his head with 'PKA' inprinted on it, some black sunglasses, white tape on his wrists, and some baggy black jeans with a white and red stripes down the side. He walks down the ramp towards the ring. While doing so he grabs onto his left wrist tape and runs his hand on it to adjust it, then doing the same thing with his left hand to his right wrist's tape. PKA stops at the end of the ramp in front of the ring looking out at the crowd, to the left, and right. He walks to the ring and gets on the apron, then climbing the turnbuckle and stopping on the second buckle, he raises his arms directly out at his sides in a crucifix stance. PKA drops his arms to his sides and looks out at the crowd once more, before leap frogging over the ropes and into the ring. He walks to the opposite turnbuckle and climbs up to the second buckle, raising his arms in the crucifix once more and then taking off his sunglasses.

Michael D- PKA looks to be in amazing shape Hank!

Hank- No doubt about that Mike, but let's not forget his opponent, newcomer Shadow Law!

Iron Head by Ozzy and Rob Zombie plays as the lights dim a little. Then the nWo tron reads Shadow Law and starts playing. Shadow Law comes out and walks down the ramp to the ring. Law enters the ring and goes to stand up on the turnbuckle as the music fades out. At first chance, PKA bulldogs him and goes for a pin, not even a one count.

Michael D- PKA trying for the fast way out, but I don't think that strategy's going to do much good here Hank. Law is just too fresh to keep down for the three count.

Hank- Too early. Way too early. PKA's going to have to do more then that if he wants to pick up the win.

Law is quickly to his feet and sends PKA flying to the mat with a standing front face dropkick. He drops down, locking on an armbar. He yanks back PKA's arm, and his effort is met with a satisfying scream. PKA howls in pain as Law clamps the armbar down tighter, slowly mounting up the pressure on his arm and shoulder. The referee waits patiently a few moments, then drops down to check in on PKA. When asked if he wants to submit, PKA shakes his head repeatedly, refusing to tap out. He stretches out his leg, reaching for the rope, almost there...almost there...almost there...PKA's foot catches the edge of the rope and holds on for dear life. The referee hops up, taking notice of this, and begins a count. 1. 2. 3. Law releases the hold, dragging PKA to his feet. He's looking for the hip toss focusing on the already sore shoulder, but PKA isn't about to have that, and sends Shadow Law to the mat with a lethal short arm clothesline.

Michael D- Oh man Hank! Did you see that impact!?

Hank- A quick shift of the tides by PKA. Smart move.

PKA drags Shadow Law to his feet, still woozy, and sends him back to the mat with a quick snap-mare suplex. Law shakes the cobwebs off and hops to his feet, only to go right back to the mat as PKA flings him with an arm drag takedown. Shadow Law springs back up, bounces off the ropes. He soars at PKA with a flying clothesline, and connects. He goes for the cover. 1..2..Kickout by PKA, who quickly rolls Shadow Law into a schoolboy. 1..2..kickout by Shadow Law. Both men quickly to their feet meet in the lockup. Back and forth they go, neither being able to gain an advantage long enough to pull anything off. Law plants his knee into PKA's groin, sending the challenger down to the mat in pain. Shadow Law gets the referee's attention and goes for the pin..

Hank- 1...2...th--NO!

Michael D- PKA with the shoulder up at the last second! That was close Hank!

Hank- Very close, Mike.

Law can't believe it! He grabs the referee by the collar, shouting at him about a slow count. PKA crawls up behind Shadow Law and lands a blatant low blow of his own. Shadow Law crumples to the mat, eyes watering. PKA dashes to the ropes. He baseball slides, smashing right into the side of Law's ribs. PKA quickly to his feet drags Law by the hair onto the ropes. Shadow Law lays there in pain, his throat resting against the rope. PKA dashes to the other side of the ring, on the rebound, he slams down hard onto Shadow Law's back, smashing his throat into the rope and effectively knocking the wind out of him. PKA pulls Law to his feet. Irish whip. Shadow Law slams into the turnbuckle, laying there panting and gasping for breath. PKA charges in, Shadow Law leaps at the last second, going for a dropkick. PKA catches himself just in time to grab hold of Law's legs. He pulls Law off the turnbuckle, and drags him to the middle of the ring. He grins just a moment, and hooks Shadow Laws legs together into a figure four leglock. Law howls in pain, trying to keep his shoulders off the mat. PKA clamps on the pressure, and Shadow Law cant help but scream. The referee drops down, checking on Law. Does he want to submit? No. No. Hell no. PKA pounds his fists to the mat in frustration. Shadow Law begins shaking his head back and forth wildly...can he do it? Can he do it? Can he do it? Yes! Shadow Law has just reversed the submission! PKA screams out both from the pain and out of complete shock.

Michael D- Wow! I don't beleive it Hank, he just reversed a figure four!

Hank- Give Shadow Law all the credit in the world Mike, it's definately not often we see that!

PKA pounds the mat this time in pain, trying his hardest to hold out. But slowly, ever so slowly and surely, Law is dragging PKA away from the ropes. The referee drops down to check on PKA, does he want to give up? No! No! PKA screams and pounds the mat, refusing to give up. Finally, Shadow Law simply drops the lock and slides up to his feet. He drags PKA up, and whips him to the turnbuckle. He slides out of the ring, headed right for the ring attendant. He shoves him off and grabs a chair. He goes to climb back int the ring, but the referee is right there keeping him from bringing it in. With the ref distracted, some random fan in a PKA shirt clears the barrier and jumps up on the apron. He pulls a long wire out of his pants and begins to choke PKA!! A few moments of Law trying to get into the ring and the fan working his wire, and PKA is out like a light. The fan drops back and runs up the ramp. Shadow Law see what has happened and drops the chair. He slides into the ring and heads straight for PKA. Dragging him to his feet, Shadow Law sets him up, and connects with the turnbuckle powerbomb!

Michael D- I think this is it Hank!

Hank - I think so too Mike, and I don't like it one bit! What did that fan think he was doing??

Law calls for the Law Breaker, and the crowd shows it's excitment. He's almost set PKA up for the move when PKA reaches into his shorts and grabs the brass knuckles! PKA connects with a solid right hook to the jaw, Shadow Law goes wobbling to the mat, and the referee doesn't even see it! PKA drops down for the pin...1...2...3! PKA hops to his feet, quickly sliding out of the ring

We go backstage where that fan is knocking on an unmarked door. An envelope slides out the crack at the bottom, and the fan takes it. He opens it and counts it, then smiles and walks off.

Mike D.- Uh oh Hank, I think PKA has a secret admirer.

Bring me to Life- Evanesence hits the nWotron as newcomer, Detective Emily Stone, steps out onto the stage to a few boos from the crowd. Mostly though she recieves no major reaction, the fans aren't sure what to make of her yet. She steps into the ring and tests the ropes, still very new to the ring.

Hank- Not much of a reaction from this capacity crowd Mike, I guess they're as uncertain about Emily as we are. I still can't believe Ichabod is under suspicion of murder...

Michael D- It's so obvious Hank, you heard the guy, Ichabod's got his whole family. Emily's just here to prove he did it. And Diedre got in the way, so now she's going to get a taste of how they do things downtown Hank!

The lights go out and there is a fifteen second tense wait. Suddenly, Chop Suey begins to play. Pyros begin to shoot sparks from the left of the stage, building up from sources all the way around to the right until the sparks surround the stage. As soon as the last pyro on the right is lit, the same thing begins to happen from the ceiling around the ring from right to left. Just as the music begins to speed up and the drums kick in, the sparks reach a blinding crescendo and Deidre jumps through the pyros and runs to the ring. She wastes no time and immediately charges at Stone, spearing her into the turnbuckle. She climbs up as the bell rings and goes right to work punching her face, the crowd starting in almost immediately..1...2...3...4...5...6..Stone powers out, planting Diedre to the mat with a powbomb. SHe hooks the leg and goes for the quick pin, the referee drops down...1...2...kickout by Diedre!

Michael D- That was so close Hank, I think that referee must be stupid or something. Emily had this in the bag!

Hank- If you say so Mike.

Both ladies are quickly to their feet, trading punches. Diedre lands a slap across Emily's cheek that echoes through the arena. Stone shouts in anger and lands a mean right hook to Diedre's jaw, sending her stumbling backward and falling on her ass. Diedre looks up in suprise, not expecting that kind of raw power from a woman Emily's size. Stone drags Diedre by her hair, pulling her to her feet. Diedre lands an elbow to the gut, stalling. Emily lets out a slight gasp, but irish whips Diedre right into the turnbuckle. Diedre's face lights up with pain as her back smacks into the padded turnbuckles, still in very bad condition after the assult last week by Mr. Black. Stone moves in, landing a knife edge chop across Diedre's chest, she goes for another but Diedre plants her boot right into Emily's face, sending her staggering back.

Michael D- Ohhh that's gotta hurt Hank! Can Diedre do that? Can't she be disqualified for something like that?

Hank- She most certainly can Mike, unless you want to go up there and tell her different. And in that case, be my guest. I just hope your insurace is paid up.

She charges out of the corner, nailing a clothesline that sends detecitve Stone solidly to the mat. Diedre on the rebound connects with the elbow drop right across Emily's sternum. She drags Stone back to her feet, and sets her up for a powerbomb. Stone counters, back body dropping diedre to the mat. She rolls around on the ground holding her back, her face twisted with pain. This fact does not go unnoticed by Stone, who gets a devious grin on her face. She kicks Diedre, right in the small of the back over and over, until finally she drops down for the pin...1...2...Diedre's foot on the ropes!

Hank- Another close call for Diedre, she's really taking a big risk taking this newcomer on while still injured from the vicious attack by that heartless bastard Mr. Black last week.

Michael D- She's just like Ichabod Hank, always rushing into a fight without even taking a second to think about what could happen to her. This is going to cost her sooner or later Hank.

And then, as if on cue, something stirs in the middle of the crowd. The fans slowly are parted as someone comes running down to the ring, hopping over the barricade. It's Rose! She grabs Michael D, shoving him out of his chair and folding it up. Emily looks down to see Rose grab the chair, and quickly backs up, ready to fight. Rose slides into the ring with the chair, just as Diedre's getting to her feet. The referee moves up, trying to block her, but she simply shoves him out of the way.

Michael D- Rose!? What's she doing out here Hank?

Hank- I don't know Mike, but it can't be good.

Diedre looks at Rose with a puzzled look, as if to say 'What are you doing here?'. Her answer is simple. The chair swings, smashing right down onto Diedre's head. She crumples to the mat immediately, and Rose laughs maniacally. Diedre tries to force herself up, but Rose raises the chair high overhead and slams the chair down across her back with a horrible thud. Emily Stone stares blankly, shrugs, and then joins in the attack, planing kicks right into the small of her back. Rose raises the chair up a second time, and brings it crashing back down against Diedre's back with a sickening thud. The referee calls fpr the bell, disqualifying Emily Stone, who ignores his shouts to get away from Diedre. She drags Diedre up, and nails the Stone Cutter, sending her right back to the mat. Rose drags Diedre up, and plants her with a powerbomb. Diedre's face contorsts in indescribeable pain, but she simply grits her teeth, not making a single scream. Rose pulls Diedre back up to her feet, Emily grabs the chair, takes up a spot behind her, and swings! WHACK! The sound echoes across the arena as Diedre breaks her silence, screaming out in pain as she crumples to the mat. A swarm of officials rush into the ring, seperating Rose and Stone from the fallen Diedre. Rose ducks under the ropes, and takes off, dissappearing into the crowd. Emily Stone follows suit, taking into the crowd in the opposite direction just as Ichabod and Brian graves and PKA!! race down the ramp headed for the ring. A crew of Emt's follows close behind them, and Diedre is taken away from the ring on a stretcher. We cut backstage where she is put into a waiting ambulance, which speeds off into the night, errily repeating last weeks horrible attack.

Hank- My God...if Diedre wasn't out of action before, she is now, no thanks to Rose and Emily Stone. Damn them!

Michael D- I don't get it Hank...why did Rose do that?

Hank- I'm not sure myself Mike, but I'm willing to bet we'll find out in the coming week. Folks, we'll keep you updated on Diedre's condition as soon as we hear anything. But I think we know the debt that PKA owed Ichabod now... watching out for Deidre!

The cameras return to the arena as we get set for the main event. We can see four poles standing up on each corner of the ring with two flags on each pole for both competitors as we are set to witness the nWo's first ever superman match. Special Delivery lights up the sound system in the arena as the beginning intro plays. The softer music is starting to get louder when a few beats hit in and blue pyros shoot down from the top of the rafters leaving only a small gap as the Extreme Legend Brian Graves walks through to a large pop. The beats really begin to kick in as the song blares throughout the building and Brian Graves walks down the rampway with his Television title over his shoulder. Brian walks in between the pyros as the fans start cheering like crazy. BG with a cocky grin on his face, slides down into the ring, goes to the top left turnbuckle and flashes 'The Shocker' to the capacity crowd. He hops down and smirks at the crowd as he awaits his opponent while his music dies down after handing the ref his title belt.

Hank- BG very well could be the future of the nWo Mike.

Mike D- 'Might' is the key word there Hank. Last week the world was shocked when Rammer upset Dick Gazinya for the world title. Right now Rammer has made some people take his claims seriously that he's the nWo's future.

Hank- Well we'll find out because it's the world champ getting a television title shot tonight.

Fight Music by D12 hits the sound system in the arena. The crowd burst out in cheers and applause while pyro is shooting off in all directions. The brand new nWo champion Rammer makes his appearance coming out from behind the curtain with his title belt strapped around his waist. On his way down to the ring he high fives a few of the fans. When he gets to the ring he slides underneath the bottom rope and hops up onto the turnbuckle. Rammer showboats for the fans by doing a backflip off the top of one of the turnbuckles. He gets back into his corner as he unstraps his belt and hands it to the ref. The ref hands the world title to the timekeeper as a cord drops from the ceiling. The ref holds up the Television title for the crowd to see before he straps it on the cord. The cord raises a good twenty five feet as both competitors watch it rise to the ceiling.

Mike D- This is tonights big one. I think we're gonna see some great action. Hey wait a minute...

Walk by Pantera plays to everyones surprise as the former champ steps out on the rampway in a custom made tan Armani suit. Dick glares down to the ring as both Rammer and Brian Graves look concerned. Dick nonchalantly heads down the rampway as he circles the ring. Both competitors keep a close eye on Dick as he makes his way over to the commentary table.

Hank- It looks like we have an unexpected guest that will be joining us.

Dick puts on a headset before taking a seat. Brian Graves points to Dick as he stands up and removes his headset. Dick walks over to the apron where BG and himself begin to argue back and forth. Rammer wasting no time, tries to take advantage of the situation. He climbs up the far turnbuckle and shimmies up the pole, grabbing his first flag. He quickly hops down as Dick continues to keep BG distracted. Rammer heads up the other far turnbuckle as he looks for his second flag. Dick begins to mock BG, then spits in his face. He laughs and takes a couple steps back as BG rushes out of the ring. The ref rushes out also getting in between the two as he points to the ring. BG turns to see Rammer hopping down from the turnbuckle with his second flag in hand. BG slides into the ring as Rammer waits for him motioning for him to bring it. Rammer lands a clothesline and another. BG up again but, finds himself caught into an armdrag followed by an arm wrench. Rammer yanks back on his arm as he holds him to the mat.

Mike D- Now what was that all about Dick?

Hank- Yeah really, you don't have any reason to be out here let alone distracting these guys.

Dick- Why don't you shut up Hank? I'm Dick Gazinya...my dad owns this place! Your paycheck crosses my old mans desk so shut your mouth. I can do whatever I please cause I'm 'Slick' Dick Gazinya...where have you been?

Hank- Well uhh...

Dick- Shut up 'Dick-weed' and call the match!

Rammer locks in an arm bar as he forces BG to stay on the mat. BG fights but, Rammer just tightens up. Finally he lets off and drops a couple knees into the small of BG's back. Rammer to the ropes nails a missile dropkick to BG as he attempts to get up. Back to the arm bar but, BG able to work his way out of it this time. He yanks on Rammers hair and tosses him to the ropes. Rammer comes back only to get caught with an overhead belly to back suplex. BG jumps up and gives Rammer another. Brian looks over to the commentators table and points to Dick. Dick just smiles and opens up his arms.

Dick- You got all you can handle in there with you right now!

Mike D- You must be pretty upset over the fact that Rammer took the championship from you last week.

Hank- Don't forget that BG was instrumental in that title change.

Dick- Look, Rammer can have his moment in the spotlight. I told him that I was going to make him a star and look...he's headlining one week later. He hasn't even gotten a swelled ego like BG did when I put him over. The problem with BG is that he will let any win goto his head. You remember that Hank!

BG hammering away. He nails a European uppercut and whips Rammer to the turnbuckle but, Rammer ducks underneath and begins to nail knife edge chop after knife edge chop. BG falls back into the corner as Rammer stomps him. He heads to the opposite turnbuckle to go for the third flag but, changes his mind and runs back with a bronco buster. The crowd goes crazy as Rammer heads back to the opposite turnbuckle and begins to climb the turnbuckle. BG regains his senses and struggles to his feet as Rammer shimmies up the pole. BG runs over and grabs Rammer throwing him across the ring. Rammer frantically jerks on the mat and hold his back as BG climbs up the turnbuckle, then shimmies up the pole grabbing his flag to a nice crowd response. BG waits for Rammer to get up and nails a running knee. He picks him off the mat, sets him up and lands the 'Degenerator' as the crowd jump to their feet. BG heads up the turnbuckle and shimmies up the pole. He grabs flag number two as he hops down to the tunrbuckle and looks around at the crowd from up above. He leaps down onto Rammer with the 'Flight of Fate' but, Rammer moves out of the way.

Mike D- It's basically tied up right now with both mem in possession of two flags. Two more to go and then it's time to get out the ladder!

Hank- No doubt about it Mike. These fans in Detroit are getting treated to a classic...

Dick- A classic? To be a classic Hank you need two things! First, you need drama...second you need Dick! I'm here for one reason and one reason only Hank...I want to make it perfectly clear that I want Brian Graves one on one! I want to end this once and for all at Target Locked!

Mike D- There has actually been talk about the nWo promoting a fatal four-way TLC match to main event Target Locked! We're talking about Rammer versus BG versus Cheapshots versus Dick!

Dick- Well if it comes down to that, I won't have a problem taking back my nWo championship. Quite frankly all that is going to do is help BG by putting off his confrontation with Dick...and we all know how the 'Dick-Heads' are looking foward to BG confronting Dick...aren't they?

Dick laughs as BG and Rammer both struggle to their feet. They both get up about the same time as a slugfest ensues. Rammer getting the upperhand, he slugs BG as he spins around and falls onto the middle rope. Rammer signals and runs to the ropes nailing the '619' to a tremendous reaction from the crowd. Rammer with the 'rolling thunder' then heads up to the third turnbuckle. He shimmies up and grabs flag number three as he leaps off from the turnbuckle with a hurricanrana. He pounds away at BG's face then heads for the last turnbuckle. BG not staying down for long, stays right on Rammers trail. He climbs up the turnbuckle behind Rammer and nails a back suplex OFF THE TOP ROPE!

Hank- Oh my God!

Dick- C'mon Hank...that's not that impressive.

BG up to his feet climbs up the turnbuckle. He slowly shimmies up the pole and claims flag number three. He looks down at Rammer and raises his arms in the air before jumping down with a 450 splash. Rammer lifts the legs as BG hits them hard. He archs his back and holds himself in pain as Rammer rolls over to the ropes. Rammer pulls himself up slowly, rope by rope as he sees BG in a heap of pain. He creeps up on him and quickly locks on the 'Crazy Eights' while BG screams out in pain.

Mike D- There's not much the ref can do. This match isn't going to be won on a submission.

Dick- It's a good thing, I think I just heard BG say 'I give up'...that's no surprise.

Hank- Would you stop? I didn't hear any such thing!

Dick raises his hand as if he were rearing back getting ready to backhand Hank. He laughs when Hank covers his face as he slaps him in the back of the head. Meanwhile in the ring Rammer still has the 'Crazy Eights' locked in tight. BG begins to fade as he beocmes immobile. Rammer sensing he has it won, lets go and climbs up to grab flag number four. He does so to a great crowd response as the crowd all stand to their feet. Rammer seeing that BG is still immobile goes out of the ring in search of a ladder. He looks under the apron as he fumbles through some junk. He shakes his head and walks around to the other side of the ring. He lifts the apron and shows a look of relief as he pulls out a twenty foot ladder. He picks it up and slides it underneath the bottom ropes as he waits for a moment to catch his breath. BG looks up seeing Rammer letting his gaurd down. He pulls from within to force himself up and run full speed with a missile dropkick into the ladder. The ladder crashes into Rammers face as he falls to the mat outside. BG lays on the mat face down as he pushes himself up. He heads to the last turnbuckle but, instead of grabbing the flag looks out to the fallen Rammer. All of a sudden Dick yanks off his headset. He runs over pushing BG off the turnbuckle causing him to come crashing down to the outside of the ring. He stomps him in the face a few times then taunts the crowd as he makes his way back over to the commentary table.

Hank- What was that for? Can't you let these guys have their match without getting involved?

Mike D- It's really no different than last week when BG interfered costing Dick his match...and the title!

Dick- A man of reason...do you see that Hank? You 'dick' with Dick...you get 'Dicked'...that's all there is to it!

Rammer gets up to his feet as he rams BG into the steel steps. He runs up onto the barracade and leaps off with a flying forearm onto BG. Then he slides into the ring and grabs the ladder. Rammer sets it up in the middle of the ring and slowly starts to climb it. BG back up climbs the turnbuckle from the outside. He leaps off with a dropkick, kicking the ladder out from underneath Rammer. Rammer falls off onto the ropes as his leg gets caught and he hangs upside down, unable to get out.

Mike D- Oh no! This doesn't look good for our nWo champion!

BG back up heads to the turnbuckle. He climbs up and slowly shimmies up the pole grabbing the last flag. He falls down unintentially to the mat as he lays there while the ref tries to unhook Rammers leg from the ropes. Dick again takes off his headset and walks over to the timekeepers table. He grabs the ring bell and slides into the ring while the ref is still preoccupied.

Hank- Dirty Dick is at it again Mike!

Mike D- BG won't have any chance of winning if Dick nails him with that!

Dick waits for BG to get to his feet. Slowly BG stands up and turns around only to get clobbered with the ring bell busting him completely wide open. Blood gushes from his face as the crowd boos Dick who gives the crowd a 'Whooo' for effect. He gets down onto the mat and begins to talk trash into BG's face before spitting on him and sliding out of the ring. Dick paces back and forth on the outside as the ref finally breaks Rammer free from the tangled mess. Rammer limping, heads into the ring where he sees BG layed up all bloodied. He looks to the ref and then to Dick. The ref shakes his head as if he has completely lost control. Rammer reaches over the top rope and grabs Dick by the head, dragging him up onto the apron. Dick fights it and drops Rammer across the top rope, sending him to the mat as Dick gets cocky in front of the crowd. The ref begins to yell at Dick as he argues, distracting the ref. Dick continues as if this is some sort of game. Meanwhile Rammer makes it to his feet and begins to climb the ladder once more. He makes it halfway up as BG gets up covered in blood. The two struggle their way to the top as they slug it out right beneath the Television title which is dangling from the cord. Rammer out of nowhere suplexes BG off the top of the ladder as both men lay out cold on the mat. Dick makes his way back over to the commentating table.

Hank- Who are you trying to help? It's like your going after both of them.

Dick- Well it would look that way now wouldn't it Hank? You know...I've about had it with you!

Dick back hands Hank causing him to fall out of his chair. He begins to strangle the commentator as the referee comes outside to try to break up the melee. All the while both BG and Rammer lay motionless inside the ring. Dick punches the referee as now both Hank and the ref lay on the ground outside of the ring. Dick smiles as he grabs a chair and slides into the ring, standing over top both men.

Mike D- What will 'Slick' Dick do next?

Dick holds up the chair as he tests the crowds response as to who he should hit. It doesn't matter as Dick has already predecided. He bashes Rammer over the back then drops the chair to the mat. He lifts Rammer up and plants him face first on the chair with the 'Grand Finale' busting him wide open as well. Dick smirks as he turns to BG. He grabs BG and pulls him to his feet. In a strange twist of events, Dick pushes BG onto the ladder and continues to push him up step by step. BG half unconcious, begins to move up on his own as all he can see is the Television title dangling above him as blood trickles down into his eyes. He reaches up snagging the belt as he falls off the ladder, crashing down on the mat as he clutches his Television championship. The ref orders the match to come to an end as 'Special Deliver' begins to play.

Mike D- A successful title defense by BG but at what cost? There is karnage everywhere!

Dick backs himself up the rampway as he taunts the crowd who throw paper cups and garbage at him. The former champ soaks up the heat as he smiles and spits on a fan who flips him off. He turns around and heads to the back but, stops before reaching the curtain. He looks over the capacity crowd as he heads back to the ring.

Mike D- Oh no...what is he gonna do now? They've all had enough!

Dick slides into the ring as he snags BG's Television title up out of his grasp. He puts it under his arm as he heads out of the ring and up the ramp to a huge amount of heel heat for stealing the belt.

Mike D- He can't do that!

BG slowly looks up, face covered with blood as he sees Dick on top of the ramp with his belt. Dick points to BG, then to himself before pointing to the belt as smirks and dissappears behind the curtain.

Mike D- There is going to be hell to pay for Dick's actions! Something has got to give and Target Locked isn't too far off in the future. Join us next week folks for a special edition of Random Ruffhouse!

The show goes off the air to a view of Rammer and BG laying in the ring all bloodied and beaten.