Voice: Four men, defying all odds, have made it here tonight.

(B&W Facial shot of Solomon)

Voice: Four men, risking life and limb to be known as CHAMPION.

(B&W Facial Shot of Adam Agee)

Voice: Four men, all hoping to be proclaimed the best...

(B&W Facial Shot of Big Red Retarded Demented Dentist trucker)

Voice: But when the smoke clears and the bodies are counted...only one man will reign supreme.

(B&W facial shot of Adam Agee.)

("Kill It" By Fight begins and we are given a rapid stream of video feed of the wrestlers in action.)

Voice: Tonight these four men will collide in order to call themselves the first EVER CyberFight champion. All four have traveled different paths and have different styles. One man uses stench and sneak shenanigans.

(Footage of Ferrett jumpin of Triple A's back and clawing at his face.)

Voice: One man uses brains over brawn.

(Footage of Solomon with his EV title on his shoulder)

Voice: One man uses the powers of Hell itself!

(Footage of BRRDDT choke slamming both Miles and Twister)

Voice: And one man uses Attitude and innovation)

(Footage of AAA hitting his Attitude Adjustement on Shamus)

Voice: Tonight...three men go home empty handed and one man goes into the record books! The Finals of the CyberFight tournament...tonight on SUNDAY NIGHT SLOBBERKNOCKER!

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(Pyro goes off and we are live in the Rosemont Horizon in the Windy City itself. The fans are going nuts. One Fan has glued pieces of carpet all over his body and holds a sign saying, "I worship Ferrett!". One holds a sign reading, "Take it off Honey!" And yet another fan wields a trombone and is trying to Play Adam Agee's AC/DC tune on it...much to the chagrin of the fans around him. Then we are shutned over to the commentary booth where Wilbur, Arthur and Raskolnikov sits, ready for action!)

Arthur: Greetings FWO fans across the world! What a night it will be! Two titles will be decided! a tazer on a pole match...and so much more! This could be the biggest card in FWO history!

Raskolnikov: Sorry...I wasn't aware you changed your name to Tony...

Wilbur: Not only wll one man have to wrestle twice in one night to claim the CF title...but BT makes his first SMDW title defense in a match that will take place a few miles from here in Graceland Cemetary! Tres' Gothique!

(Suddenly toccata and Fugue in D minor plays and the lights turn an eerie red.)

Raskolnikov: Speak of the Devil...

Announcer: This first match is a Semifinals CF matchup. Coming to the ring first, accompanied by Paul Barber, hailing from Death Valley, CA...here is THE BIG RED RETARDED DEMENTED DENTIST TRUCKER!

(fans give a big pop for BRRDDT. He makes his way to the entry ramp, flexes his arms and Pyro shoots out from behind him. Paul laughs evily as BRRDDT cocks his head to the side and then jerks his head back, getting the hair out of his face. He enters the ring...raises his arms, then lowers them quickly making eaching of the four ring posts explode with pyro.)

Raskolnikov: Big Red is wasting no time tonight. But will he continue on his path of domination...or will ferrett continue what many call the lucky streak of the decade?

Announcer: And his opponent...from Chicago, IL...(Big POP) weighing in at 250 lbs here is...FERRETT!

("Body Movin" by The Beastie Boys starts up. Ferrett peeks his head from behind the backstage curtain and fans go nuts. He comes out and takes a bow because of his hometown reception. Ferrett walks down the aisle, taking time out to sign a girls stomach with a magic maker. He writes, "HA!" and the continues down to the ring.)

Arthur: it'd be interesting to see Ferrett face AAA again in the final round. They have some unfinished business to attend to.

Wilbur: Both men in the ring. Ferrett berates chubby Paul. BRRDDT tugs on his black glove and stares at the furry wonder. There's the bell!

raskolnikov: Lock up! BRRDDT backs Ferrett into the ropes. ref calls for a break, but BRRDDT with a forearm slap and then a whip into the ropes. ferrett bounces off anf gets a big boot right to the jaw! BRRDDT leaps up into the air and comes crashign down with an elbow to the throat. He sits up and grabs Ferrett by the head. Ferrett with a shoulder to the ribs. Another. BRRDDT with a series of forearms to the back which stops Ferrett cold. Pick up and a scoop slam by Big Red. BRRDDT bounces off the ropes as ferrett gets to his feet! Shoulderblock and ferrett goes through the ropes to the outside. BRRDDT Stands up and then steps over the top rope. He jumps off the apron and grabs ferrett by the head...but Ferrett with a low blow and then a drop toehold sends BRRDDT head first into the guard rail. BRRDDT turns around...and Ferrett plasters him with a chair! BRRDDT reels, and then Ferrett sends the Big Red Retard into the metal steps, knocking them over! Ferrett rolls in the ring as the ref starts his count over! BRRDDT sits up and gets to the apron...but Ferrett with a knee lift to the jaw and BRRDDT falls back to the floor. He sits right up and glares at ferrett and then rolls in under the bottom rope, where Ferrett starts stomping away at his head!

Arthur: Ferrett with a a knee to the face and then a headlock. Ferett with a swinging neckbreaker and then a knee drop to the forehead. Ferrett gets BRRDDT to his feet and snap suplexes him back down to the canvas. BRRDDT sits right up and snaps his neck back before getting to his feet! Ferrett with a boot to the chest and then an irish whip intot he neutral corner. Ferrett follows it up with a clothesline and BRRDDT crumples to the mat. Ferrett sits on BRRDDT's back and hooks on a camel cluth! Ferrett sticks his index fingers in BRRDDT's mask for extra leverage. Ref asks BRRDDT if he gives up..but BRRDDT can't talk without his voice thing. Ferrett cranks on BRRDDT's neck and upper back. That's gotta hurt. Wait...Paul's pulling something out of his jacket! It....it's an URN! Paul Smiles and holds it over his head! BRRDDT pushes up off the mat with ferrett on his back! BRRDDT gets to his feet as Ferrett scrambles to keep from falling to the mat and turns the camel clutch into a sleeper. BRRDDT with two elbows to the breadbasket! Then BRRDDT flying mares FErrett to the mat! Ferrett gets to his feet, but BRRDDT grabs him by the throat and holds him in the air.

Wilbur: Ref warns Big Red about choking and then BRRDDT hurtles Ferrett to the mat. BRRDDT grabs his glove and pulls on it then kicks Ferrett in the forehead. BRRDDT hoists Ferrett onto his shoulder and hits him with a big shoulder breaker! Cover! 1..2....thr...kickout! Ferrett is whipped into the ropes amd a big back body drop..but Ferrett hooks the head of BRRDDT on the way up and reverses the move into a a whirlwind DDT! BRRDDT hits the mat hard! Ferrett gets BRRDDT to his feet and stuns him with an uppercut. Ferrett with a go-behind and then hits the Big man with a German Suplex! 1...2...t..kickout! BRRDDT sits up...but gets a low dropkick to the face from Ferrett. Ferrett drops three elbows to the chets in sucession and makes a cover! 1..2...kickout! Ferrett hurtles the retard into the ropes and catches him with a power slam on the rebound! Ferrett hooks the legs! 1...2...th..kickout! Ferrett stomps at BRRDDT's head and mounts the top rope. Elbow drop from up high...but Paul raises that urn and BRRDDT sits up! BRRDDT gets to his feet and picks up Ferrett...inverted atomic drop! he grabs Ferrett in a front headlock and then DDT's Ferrett intot he mat! Cover! 1...2...thr...Ferrett gets his foot on the ropes!

Arthur: BRRDDT gets the hair out of his face and picks Ferrett up! He grabs Ferrett by the throat and lifts him into the air! Ferrett's legs kick wildly and he kicks BRRDDT right in the eye! BRRDDT Drops him and bends over and Ferrett takes advantage with a bulldog! Ferrett then climbs up top! BRRDDT sits up and gets to his feet, but Ferrett with a flying clothesline! 1...2...thre...kickout! Ferrett with a stomachbreaker and then he bounces off the ropes and splashes the Retard! BRRDDT sits up, but Ferrett with a baseball slide, knocking him back down! Ferett with a pick up and a sign to the fans! Jabrone killer...but as Ferrett goes for it, BRRDDT blocks it! Ferrett with an elbow to the spine and he tries again. BRRDDT is hosted up..but He comes back down! ferrett tries a thrid time, but Big Red wraps his right hands around ferrett's throat and starts choking! Pick up and...CHOKE SLAM! Ferrett is down! BRRDDT picks up Ferrett one more time and... Brimstone Driver! 1...2...3!!!

Announcer: Here is your winner....THE BIG RED RETARDED DEMENTED DENTIST TRUCKER!

(Fans have a mixed reaction. BRRDDT stands over the limp body of Ferrett while the lights go dim and red.)

Wilbur: Someone just jumps over the guard rail..and he's in the ring! It's Adam Agee! BRRDDT turns around after Adam taps him on the shoulder..and Adam Pastes him with a chair! BRRDDT goes down and Adam drapes the chair on him. Bounces off the ropes...lionsault onto the chair and BRRDDT! Adam scoots out of the ring and runs while Paul goes into the ring and checks on BRRDDT!

Arthur: Well...BRRDDT is going on to the finals. And It looks like Adam is trying to make sure that if he goes on..he'll have a distinct advantage.

Wilbur: But Adam's gotta get by Solomon first. Imagine if Solomon got TWO titles! That'd be odd. One for brains and one for brawn!
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Arthur Dent: Wow, that last match was...hey, what's going on here?

(The arena once again goes dark and "Ironman" plays throughout the arena.Growling noises are made on the aisleway, and the trio of commentators put down their headsets so the viewing audience can't hear them cursing at Tommy Dobbs who is chugging his way down the aisle. To their surprise, he walks right by them and begins to proceed to the Spanish announcer's table. The masked surfer wearing a white bedsheet is also seen following him, and together they kick the Spanish crew out of the table. The trio of announcers roll their eyes, continuing to announce. They are unaware that Tommy Dobbs has arranged for the technician crew to switch which table broadcasts to which country.]

Tommy: I bet Spain is going to get the worst commentary that ever happened since...well...ever. It's a shame I have to be stuck with some dimwitted beach bum like you to do this broadcast. And what's even more of a shame is that I have to pay some fee to that owner guy for saying Kane in this federation. That really pisses me off. Can you believe that they threatened to tear gas me if I ever stepped foot in another FWO event again?

Caped Dude: No way! Like, how cool is that man?

Tommy: Not very actually...you moron. What's next on...(He picks up the schedule in front of him.) Oh great, a mid-card match! What the hell is this all about?! If I'm going to sneak into this, you'd think they'd at least start the main event early or something. Man, this is the pits. I need a beer. Hey beer vendor! Chug your fat behind over and start serving an ODB fan some ol'dirty beer! My throat has been alcohol free the past hour...and tell that hot dog guy next to you that I'm pretty hungry too.

CD: Well, while he's like, mingling with the fans, let's get to that ring dude in the striped shirt where he'll like, talk about the dudes in the next match. Hey Tommy, remember that like, show the Jeffersons where that bald dude called the fat dude a zebra? You think he was a ref...they kinda look like them. (Tommy throws his hot dog tray at him as he devours one of the hot dogs.) Alright, chill man. Mellow out like my main dude...or something like that.

Ring Announcer: The following match-up is set for a 15 minute time limit. Announcing first, he hails from parts unknown. Weighing in at three hundred ten pounds and standing at six feet, seven inches, he is Carnage!

["Freak on a Leash" by Korn plays throughout the arena as the large man attired in total red and black steps out from behind the curtain. The crowd has pretty much a mixed reaction to him as he makes his way down the aisle. The masked man than ducks under the second rope and starts growling to the crowd to gain intimidation. They don't buy it as some fans start throwing some empty bottles in the ring. The referee clears it away, trying to avoid the huge man in the ring. The ring announcer backs off a little to announce his opponent.]

Ring Announcer: And now his opponent. Hailing from Muffler, South Dakota, he weighs in at two hundred seventy-six pounds, standing at six feet, four inches, he is Fender Bender!

[The instrumentals of Guns N' Roses blares over the arena as "Welcome to the Jungle" plays. An old jalopy chugs through the curtains as the crowd approves of whoever is in it. It glides down the aisle as Carnage starts getting impatient in the ring. The car bumps against the ring, sending down the front bumper and a hubcap. Rod Rage comes out of the driver's seat and walks around the car, opening what is left of a passenger's door to let out Fender Bender. He gets out and bashes his head against the car a little while, which really ticks off Carnage. Rod Rage than climbs into the driver's seat and tries to drive up the aisle. He gets about half-way there. Fender Bender gets into the ring as the transmittion of the car starts to die.]

Tommy: What kind of freak is that? Who would ever drive some stupid piece of crap like that.

CD: Your girlfriend.

Tommy: But I don't have a girlfriend...(Caped Dude smiles at his little joke)...hey! You stupid punk! Just shut up! Besides, we have to watch this moron with the car probably try to intimidate everyone by banging his head on some steel thing.

CD: I dunno dude, he seems kinda cool. Well, Fender Bender is like, looking at that...car I guess if we had to call it something. Rod Rage comes out and shrugs as he flips open the hood. Boy, I love managers, they like, do the craziest things sometimes. Get out of a car...dude, that's hilarious man.

Tommy: Whatever you little punk. I personally like a few managers here...and I'd like them to do crazy things like...whoa! And Carnage doesn't want to wait for Fender Bender to get ready. He connects with a clothesline to the back of the neck of Fender Bender and he is down on the mat already. Carnage connects with a few boots to the midsection...and now the ref finally calls for the bell. Carnage obviously the smarter one here, going for the early advantage instead of trying to dent steel with a hollow object. Carnage picks him up by the head and lariats him. Wow, I guess this Carnage fellow is pretty good...for a fat guy. If he's gonna win, it's gonna be because of his weight, not because of some stupid costume a superhero used to wear.

CD: Excuse me...super villian, Carnage was like, a villian man. He shot out like, projec...err...he shot stuff out of his costume or something.

Tommy: If that happens now I'm leaving. Well, Carnage has Fender Bender on his stomach and has his left leg up, and comes down with a kick to the hamstring. Fender Bender holds his leg in pain, but Carnage straightens it out and does the move again. And the big man is definitely in control of this match-up so far. Picking him up by the head again, he tosses him into the ropes and the dummy hits the turnbuckle hard. Carnage swings massive punches to the gut as the ref starts the count. Fender is down on the mat as the punches convert to kicks to the stomach now. Now...now Carnage addresses the crowd, trying to get them on his side. Watch the match you moron! Don't let this idiot recover!

CD: Well, like, the comic dude is picking him up again and sends him into the opposite corner I think. And...what a huge splash from the big like, three hundred pound dude. And he catches Fender in a powerslam as he tries to stumble his way back to the middle. Fender is holding his back as Carnage runs the ropes...and now a vertical splash! Carnage yells at the crowd as the dude on the mat is just out in pain. Carnage splashes on top of the dude and stays for the pin. 1...2...thr...no, a kickout barely by the car dude. Carnage seems pretty mad about the count and starts yelling at the zebra in the ring. This gives time for Fender to get up again, and he goes for a chop block...but Carnage lands on top of Fender's back!

Tommy: The moron's plan backfired! What a maroon...and that count before was slow.

CD: Whatever dude. Carnage is growling through the mask as he picks up the hurt Fender and throws him against the ropes. Fender ducks a clothesline, and...he's caught by a huge boot to the...well...sternum I guess. I don't think that Carnage dude got enough height for a boot to the face. Either way, the dude is down and like, in pain. Carnage starts to climb the ropes! Oh man, this could be like, lethal man! Three hundred pounds of pure gluttony! He goes for a leg drop and...Fender Bender like, moves!

Tommy: He moved right out of the ring! The moron fell out! Ha, what a maroon. He's lying outside as Carnage is jumping around the ring in pain. Obviously he has to be in better condition than Fender Bender...he didn't waste the whole entrance banging his head on some piece of junk...which is still only midway up the ramp you know. Well, Carnage seemed to recover a bit and has spotted that moron outside the ring, holding his leg. He steps under the ropes and is waiting on the outside canvas for Fender to turn around. Waiting...waiting... ... ...just do it already! What the hell is Fender doing, is he really that hurt? Now Carnage sees his advantage. He starts taunting the injured Fender Bender from behind his back. See how cool Carnage is? He could just do stuff like this and like...

CD: Fender just turned and blasted the like, taunting dude in the stomach! What a huge blow! Now Fender slips the big guy under him and like, Carnage is riding on the shoulders of the car dude! Fender starts walking around...wobbly...and...a front-face powerbomb! Right onto that cement stuff outside the ring!

Tommy: No way, this can't happen! Get up Carnage, get up...no, don't get up! Don't get up!

CD: Fender now has a like, chair and he's winding it up...and bam! Right across the back of the skull of the fat dude! Oh my gosh! Carnage is back down and Fender gets on top of him for the pin...hey, the zebra isn't counting the pin...what the heck dude? If this is because they're outside the ring I'm like, totally gonna flip out man. This was like, hardcore rules or something, right? (Tommy, in the middle of chugging a beer, shakes his head.) Oh...well...like, I guess that explains it. Fender gets off of him and picks him up. He sends the dude face first into the canvas and Carnage is like, pretty much out of it. Fender Bender like, rolls into the rin and starts for the top rope. He's up and signals for the crowd to get with it...and a like, beautiful elbow to the scrotum or sternum or whatever man. Rod Rage yells a like, appreciation thingy over from under the hood of the car. And here comes Fender to like, compliment him I guess.

Tommy: He's not going to compliment him, he's picking up a hubcap! Hey ref, stop this nonsense! Seriously man, this is crazy. The ref is out and now he's telling that blockhead to put it down. Man, he must've inhaled too many gas fumes today. You don't do that in this match...The hardcore match isn't until later! And then the winner of that takes on Ferrett! Fender Bender will also be at the Pay-Per-View...if he doesn't get fired from arguing with the zebr...err...ref. Now Carnage is somewhat back up. He shakes his head and than looks around. He probably doesn't know where he is. Upp, he sees Fender Bender now. He charges up the aisle and a huge flying shoulder tackle from the three hundred pounder.

CD: Whoa...

Tommy: You damn right whoa, and now Fender Bender is out on the aisle. Oh great, the ref got knocked out now...this is gonna be pleasant. Carnage doesn't see it though and he whips Fender down the aisle and back...no, Fender's leg is too hurt to make it all the way. He rolls down to the ring and than stops. Carnage looks mad and quickly gets down there. He picks him up and...a military press through the ropes! Fender is stirring in the ring but Carnage grabs a leg and starts dragging it down the apron. He than smashes the inner leg into the pole! He keeps doing this and the moron is screaming in pain! Carnage than gets in the ring and puts Fender in a grapevine! Now Fender is desperately going for the ropes but the three-hundred pounder just has too much over him. Fender is desperately trying to tap out...and Carnage is wondering why the bell isn't ringing...and now he sees the ref knocked out...uh-oh.

CD: Wow, I haven't seen a grin that wide on someone like...for a long time or something. What's that spoot so happy about? He's heading out of the ring...oh I get it. Now that the ref is knocked out, like, the dude can go outside without getting counted out. It's kinda like when you're sick from school or something but like, not really and...

Tommy: Hey, he's going near those other announcers. Look at Arthur Dent piss his pants over that...what a maroon he is. Now Carnage grabs the top of it and throws it in the ring. He starts heading ba...no, he keeps scounging this area for stuff. Hey, he's coming over here.

CD: Dude, I'm thinking autograph time man.

Tommy: Give him a few seconds and he'll sign it with Fender's blood. This guy is crazy! He's throwing in every chair he sees...and now he throws in a table! Man what else...hey, that's my beer! Oh, now he heads in the ring after taking the booze. I hate this guy now. He gets back into the ring and Fender Bender is...he hits a spear on the big guy! Beer is all over the place! What the hell man, I paid good money for that stuff! Now Fender might have a chance at this match. He grabs a chair and swings it at Carnage...and a hit! Good, hit the bastard! Beat him down! Show what happens when you take my beer!

CD: The Fender dude puts down the bent chair and like, throws him into the ropes. He than connects with a hiptoss onto the top of that announcer thingy that Arthur was screaming about or something. He picks up the top and smashes it over the head of Carnage! The Carnage dude is down on one knee now, and Fender picks up like...another chair I guess. He opens it and sets it in the middle of the ring. What's the dude gonna do now?

Tommy: Murder him hopefully. He picks Carnage up by his head and sets him up in a vertical suplex...and no, Carnage flips it over and performs a face slam right onto the chair! Oh man, Fender is busted open! He has to have some type of concussion right now. And now Carnage points to the crowd and laughs about it...what a sadistic individual. First stealing my booze and now this. He sets up the table in the middle of the ring and puts a bunch of chairs under it. Now he sets up two on top of it. What the hell is this guy going to do? He picks up Fender Bender and puts him...wait...Maximum Carnage through two chairs on top of a table...and he landed on chairs soaked in beer! What the hell, we have our graveyard thing later tonight! People don't want to watch the same stuff over again.

CD: Now he gets on the ropes and starts pointing to the crowd with like, that pride stuff...man, that was incredible. He could like, surf to Australia, Fender dude isn't about to get up anytime soon. Carnage goes over outside to wake up the ref. He's outside and walking over and...hey, that Rod dude is trying to keep the ref near the car. Ha, this is cool! I love what those cooky managers do to get attention...it's like, crazy.

Tommy: Well that cooky manager is about to get his cooky ass kicked by a crazy Carnage. Carnage shoves the referee out of the way and heads for the manager who was working under the hood. He slams down the hood and pins Rod on the hood. He raises his hand and...and...and puts it down. What's happening?

CD: That like, piece of junk car is rolling down the aisle! Carnage leaves Rod on the front hood as he starts to back up from it. The car is like, gaining speed and the fat dude is chugging to the ring. He jumps and...he falls down! He gets up and tries to climb the ropes...but the car hits him instead. He is pinned between the car and the ring! Dude, his back must hurt man. Rod gets up from the hood and stands on it, mocking the wrestler.Man, I love what those cooky little dudes will do for attention. I mean, look at him...dancing on the car...its crazy!

Tommy: But Carnage is pushing up against the car and somehow moving it. He gets out from the pin and jumps onto the apron, facing Rod and holding his lower back. He has some evil look in his eyes from under that mask...man what I wouldn't give for a beer right now. I can't believe he took that damn pitcher. I really...whoa! A boot to the face of Rod out of no where! Rod smashes the back of his head against the...well...whatever you would call pieces of glass taped together and glued into the chassis. Carnage taunts him a bit as he holds his lower back. He turns around to head back to Fend...oh my gosh! Fender Bender cracked my beer pitcher overCarnage's head and sends him into Rod and through the windshield! They're both dead now...I could've gotten a free refill with that thing...death to them both!

CD: Fender Bender now like, jumps down and brings along a chair. He leans it where the windshield would be and he starts pushing the car up the ramp. He reaches the top and...he lets it go! It's coming down quickly to the ring and...bam! Right into the side of the ring! And that dude goes flying right into the chair! Whoa, I wonder if the Fender dude knew that was going to happen...

Tommy: I wonder how much of an idiot you are.

CD: Okay...well anyway, Fender Bender is staggering along the aisle. He takes out the fat dude through the windshield and rolls him back into the ring. He scoops him up and hits a fallaway slam. He starts climbing the ropes...and this might be dangerous or something. The ref is starting to wake to. Oh, that's good. And now...

Arthur Dent: ...climbing the top rope folks. This is the man that is hopefully going to meet the big Venom at the next Pay-Per-View...if he comes out of this match healthy. He signals the crowd. He comes down with...yes, Crash Course onto the chest of Carnage, and this one is over folks! Here comes the ref...one...two...three! It's over people, and what a great match we saw here today.

Wilbur: Would've been better if we didn't have to hear this communist's theories of why they should inbreed hot wrestling superstars with that thing that does the Wednesday night shows. That was just truly disgusting! I swear, we're going to have lawsuits up to our ears for what you said about women's secondary sex characteristics...as well as werewolves too. Oh man, if this isn't turning out to be the most awful night.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via Crash Course, he is Fender Bender!

[Rod staggers in with a bleeding forehead and raises the hand of the smiling Fender Bender. He starts shaking violently though and than rushes to the car where he smashes his head against the hood once more. Rod and Fender Bender help push the totalled car up the ramp as "Welcome to the Jungle" plays once again throughout the arena. Carnage awakens from his pinfall and looks around, holding his chest a bit. With a large growl of agony, he bounces back up and begins to chase the duo back behind the curtain. Fender Bender pops open the hood and pulls out a part. As Carnage runs at him, he swings it and connects with his head at full speed.]

Wilbur: It doesn't look like this one is over yet folks. Here comes security to...uh-oh...behind security is some huge guy. Is that, yes, it's Venom scheduled to meet Fender Bender at the next Pay-Per-View.

Arthur: He pushes his way through the crowd and grabs the neck of Fender Bender! He chucks him in through the open windshield of the car and pushes the car back down to the ramp! A wheel comes off and it swerves, going off the 10 foot ramp! Oh man, we need paramedics out here...oh wait, Fender Bender staggers up holding up a seat belt! What a maroon that guy is...and Venom tries to jump down but security is threatening him with firearms now.

Wilbur: They're forcing Carnage and Venom to the back now..and what a great match. But both men may be in too bad of shape to pull of a win at the PPV in one week.

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Go to part 2!