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(We open in the small office Sam has erected (perverts...) for himself in the Charlotte Arena. Sam has a big chalkboard set up with the words "Operation Brown-Bear" on the board.)

Sam: Okay...you've all been assembled..because I own you.

Arthur: Thanks for the reminder...

Sam: We have to rack our brains to find a way to get the bear back without the Government finding out that we stole him once again.

Tulu: moot point Sam. If this match is televised on PPV...how can they NOT find out?

Sam: That's just it. We have to find a way to steal the bear...but make it look like he came on his own free will!

Shiva: We could say 'please'...

Sam: SHUT UP! Bears don't know english!

HiD: ARRRRRR!

Sam: Well..you're not a bear so we weren't talking about you! *scratches behind Hunter's ears* Look at this poor puppy! Are we going to deny him a chance to beat up a bear? Are we goind to deny the millions....and millions of FWO fans the chance to watch Animals maul each other...without having to turn to FOX? Are we going to deny me the potential to make BILLIONS off this match???

Raskolnikov: YES! I mean...NO!

Sam: Now...whoever comes up withthe best plans gets....25 THOUSAND dollars as a bonus..if the plan works!

Roy: I could possess him.

Sam: no...that creeps me out.

Tulu: *glares at Roy* Wish I had a copy of Tobin's spirit guide or the manual for the recently deceased...

Shiva: We could leave a trail of meat from Wyoming to The MCI center!

Sam: Hmmmm...No. Too far to for him to walk and someone else ight find the meat and eat it...

Raskolnikov: We could dress someone up like a bear and he could wrestle...

Sam: No....no one's 12 feet tall.

Tulu: We could say the Bear pulled a "Sid"...

Sam: No....

Roy: We could pretend to go camping....have ferret lead us to where the bears hang out and kidnap him!

Sam: No...alll bears look alike to me. We'd probably kidnap some pregnant grizzly wih a hernia...

Tulu: we could send Kevin hunter and Siva out there and see which bear has the best fashion sense...

Sam: What the hell????

Tulu: well...after all, OUR bear lived with humans for a month or so. Surely he aquired some sort of taste that makes him stand out from other bears. Look at HiD!

(HiD is lying on the couch, clawed hand in a box of Ho-Ho's while flipping through a copy of "Cat fancy")

Sam: I see your point. But that still wouldn't work.

Shiva: We could write a really lame skit with no real comedy potential because we ran out ofideas because we stayed up to late Saturday night playing "Star Ocean."

Sam: What the hell? None of our skits have comedy potential. You seen our head writer? He's a nut! Suprised he can write something without the words: Mason, Vampire, or bauhaus in it!

Tulu: We could just have the bear show up one day in one of our skits...People buy all the stupid impossible garbage that happens here on a weekly basis...

Sam: No...people like to have the impossible explained. The bear just showing up wouldn't work...

Brown Bear: *sticks his head in* RRRRRR?

Sam: DAMN IT! I said that wouldn't work!

Brown Bear: RRRRR! *leaves*)

Tulu: Sigh...always the hard way, eh Sammy? Oops. No. That's Shiva's way!

Shiva: SHUT UP!

Roy: You could send Shiva and Tulu out to the woods and make them hunt for the bear. Little repetative skits over and over like the WWF does with new guys...

Sam: Say....

Tulu: NO WAY!

Shiva: We are not spending the next two weeks in the woods!

Sam: No...just one day. We'll shoot a bunch of stupid skits...and then we'll show one a day until the day before the card! Big suspense builder...

Tulu: What about Weds' card? How can I be in Wyoming and South Carolina at the same time???

Sam: We'll say you have BT's mystic powers or something. Who cares? People'll buy anything they see on TV!

Roy: HEY! My brand new Uncle Sam America Inc. brand "Do It Yourself Dentist Kit" Came int he mail today! Only 230 bucks!

Tulu: Point taken! Come Shiva...let's go camping!

Shiva: Oh....*pouts*

Roy: Oh...I don;t have teeth! This was a rip off!

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(We are LIVE in Charlotte NC! The fans are pumped for what could be one of the biggest FWO cards of all time! A ten Man BR! Two title matches! And well...four filler matches. Okay! One of the most AVERAGE cards in FWO history! But still...it's gonna be keen! One fan holds a sign reading, "BRING BACK BEAR" and has a neat cartoon of it with the bear standing on a pile of corpses. Another fan holds a sign saying, "I lust for Sam!" This fan is quickly beaten and taken away by security...as NO ONE should lust for Sam and enjoy the ability to breath.

Yet a third fan is dressed up as Tiffany lane. Which would be nice..if he wasn;t a 400 lb. Fat trucker. We are then taken to the broadcast area where Roy, Arthur and Raskolnikov sit.

Roy: HI Folks! Welcome to my second ever Sunday Night Sloberknocker! Ummm...Now what do I say?

Arthur: *sigh*

Raskolnikov: Don't worry. We'll carry you through this...

Roy: I'm a ghost. You ca't carry ghosts!

Arthur: Why doesn't anyone understand metaphors in this fed? ARRRRGH! *repeatedly slams his head into the desk* Ow....

Roy: That kind of thing used to hurt when I was alive...

Raskolnikov: Oh shut up!

Roy: Why are you so mean??? Never a kind word to say!

Raskolnikov: I have plenty of kind things to say!

Arthur: This I gotta hear...

Raskolnikov: *ahem* Stalin is keen! Lenin was da' Man! I like every other ghosts better than Roy!

Roy: *bawls*

Arthur: Let's just go to the first match. Sheesh...I'ms tuck with a neurotic Dead Guy and The last die-hard commie.

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Raskie: Hmmm. this match would normally be a main event...but because both men have to wrestle in the BR...we've bumped it to the top of the card to help them out a bit!

Announcer: This match is a Super-Masochistic Death Wish match! It will involve cages of Uncle Sam brand "Second Hand Lab Rats: Fun for the whole family" being placed in a cage on each wrestlers head. As well..both wrestlers will be chained together by one wrist each with a two foot long metal chain...and Charlie the Vietcong torturer will be brandashing a barbed cat O' nine tails on both men during this match!

Raskie: Poor Vietcong! Stupid Americans...

Arthur: Please! Let's NOT have a squabble of the Vietnam War, okay?

Roy: We're at War! We better call GiJoe!

Raskie: They're just an old cartoon!

Roy: OH! My mistake! Let's get Voltron then!

Announcer: Coming to the ring first, without his usual entourage..here is the two time ex-EV champion..Solomon!

(Good pop for the CW. He comes out, covered in animal bites, sores up and down his arms..and his hair apears to have been washed by mud.)

Roy: Hey! A hippie!

Announcer: His opponent...is the current SMDW champion. Weighing in at 285 lbs...from Daytona Beach, FL...this is BlackThorne!

(Fans boos the two time champ. he doesn't seem to care. A man wearing a "Babe Squad Tee shirt" harasses him. BT hits him in the face with the Thorne punch.)

Roy: Was that guy a wrestler???

Raskie: No...but Sam's lawyers'll spin it somehow against that punk. That'll teach him do buy a front row seat!

Arthur: Both men are changed together...and the cage of rats is being set of both men's head! Solomon screams as A rat gets right in his face and decides to taste his nose hairs. BT seems oddly calm..but since he's bene in almost every SMDW match ever..it's understandable!

Raskie: bell rings! Both men lock up, while trying to keep balanced with a cage of heavy rodents on their heads! Charlie whips Solomon in the back... allowing BT to pick him up and slam him to the mat!

Arthur: Elbow drop by BT! He goes to whip Solomon into the ropes...but he forgot both men are chained together...and BT and Solomon end up crashing into each other. The Vietcong nut stands over them laughing and whipping them both, causing welts to grown on their shapely frames!

Roy: Shapely? Are You really Kevin Hunter?

Arthur: NO!

Raskie: Both men get to their feet! Solomon with a boot to the chest! He goes for a hurnacanrana...but As he mounts BT's shoulders...a rat takes a piss right in his eye! Solomon falls off BT's shoulders crying in pain! BT with a series of stomps, then a pick up and an inverted atomic drop on the challenger! Another pick up! Front head lock by BT! he goes for a swinging neckbreaker...but Charlie with a Whip to the back!

Arthur: BT cries out and Solomon manages to reverse it into a Northern Lights bomb! Solomon drops to his knees and grabs one of the rats tails in BT's cage! The rat goes nuts! it squeaks and starts gnawing wildly at the champs Face!

Roy: Poor Ratty! Now Solomon grabs Both of BT's legs and spread them apart! Solomon drops a falling head butt to the groin of the champ! Glad I don't have one of those anymore! Especially with that big metal cage on their heads!

Arthur: Solomon now puts BT on the top Rope! Superplex time...no! BT blocks it and headbutts Solomon. The rats freak out as the cages collide and starts biting, pissing and deficated wildly! Both wrestlers grab their heads! Solomon loses balance and falls out of the ring to the floor...with BT right behind thanks to that chain linking them together!

Sound of rats: SCREECH! SCREECH! SCREECH!

Roy: That's unsettling!

Raskie: Both Wrestlers are down at out. A little rat's paw extends through the cage as it vainly tries to escape. Charlie stands over both men..and he whips them both repeatedly. Blood oozes from both men's backs.

Roy: Shouldn't the match be called off with both men being attacked.

Raskie: No....he's part of the match.

Roy: This is one weird match!

Arthur: BT to his feet first! He yanks Solomon to his feet via the chain./ Solomon grabs his wrist. BT hooks him and..suplex on the floor! Bt goes to pick up Solomon again..but Charlie whips him in he back and BT drops to one knee! Solomon takes adavatage with a spinning leg sweep! Both men back down to the mat!

Roy: I hate Charlie!

Raskie: No wonder Sam hired you!

Arthur: Both men stagger up! BT with a wild fist! Solomon ducks and then dropkicks BT in the back! BT goes flying into the guard rail..and solomon is dragged behind! Note...dropkicks in this match are NOT a good idea!

Raskie: BT hoists Solomon to his feet...HOT SHOT on the guard rail! Dear GOd... a pin attempt! 1...2...thr...pin is broken by Charlie's insane whipping! BT has had enough! He gets up and faces Charlie! Charlie screams something in his native tongue! BT grabs Charlie by the throat...but Solomon from behind with a rollup! 1..2....th..kickout! BT to his feet! Solomon with a kick to the chest and then an X-Factor! BT's rats freak out and start gnawing at his face agaiN!

Roy: Hope none of the rats die. poor little critters!

Arthur: Now Charlie sneers and focuses on ONLY whipping BT! Solomon takes a time out..resting against the guard rail as Charlie beats BT over and over with that whip! BT Reaches out and grabs Charlie's ankle after a minute of senseless beating! He trips Charlie and Chuckie goes flying into Solomon!

Raskie: Both men fall to the ground and the rats in Sol's cage go nucking futs! two play Tug O' War with his lips! BT gets up and grabs Charlie's whip! He strangles Solomon with it, the metal barbs piercing Sol's skin!

Arthur: Sol with a mule kick and then he hoists BT onto his shoulders! Samoan drop onto the metal steps! Cover! 1...2...thre..kickout! Sol gets to his feet swearing! He picks up BT..but Bt with an inside cradle! 1..2..kickout! Sol gets up and grabs the whip! he cracks it into the cage on BT's head... causing the rats to freak out even more and bite the SMDW champion!

Raskie: Sol rolls BT back into the ring..and follows in himself! he picks up the champ and goes for the Drawing Board...but Bt reverses it into a belly to belly suplex onto the barbed whip! Sol rolls of...his back blooy and pierced! A rat rips out a chunk of the CW's hair!

Roy: hey...whatever happened to the ASPCA? they still around?

Arthur: They're probably already knockingon Sam's door...

Roy: Good! poor rats...

Raskie: Solomon is placed on the top rope! BT with a jumping savate kick to the jaw! Sol reels and the rats starts clawing wildly at Sol's face and the cage as they try to get out. One rat craps..and the other rats join in!

Arthur: BT goes up top! He sets up Sol....WYLDE BOMB off the top...but on the way down...Solomon reverses it into a hurnacanrana! BT hits hard! Sol with a cover! 1...2...thr..shoulder up!

Roy: That's good right?

Arthur: If you're cheeroing for BT...

Raskie: Sol with a kick to the cage. And more rats doing their thing. geez...I'm already desensitized to that! Way to go Sam! Sol with a swinging neckbreaker and now he hooks the legs...CHECKMATE! That's rather evil, using BT's own tag partner's finishing move on him!

Roy: Think Kev minds that he's ranked so low and Sol is ranked so high?

Arthur: Ref asks BT if he gives...but BT says now! Sol cranks down on BT's legs and lower back! BT can't getto the ropes...so instead he uses his great leg strength to push Sol off! Sol flies into the turnbuckles and smashes his head on the top one! Rats freak out!

Raskie: BT runs at Sol! He goes for a lariat into a bulldog combo...but Sol ducks and BT ends up implaing his groin on the top turnbuckle! Sol goes up top...Inverted brainbuster from up high! WOW! 1...2....three!!!!

Announcer: Here is your winner...and NEW SMDW champion..Solomon!

(Fans cheers. BT is down. Sol is screaming for them to take the cage of his head. Ref takes cages off both men...revealing lots of bites, urin, fecal matter and other ishy stuff some adorns their faces. Sol grabs his title and kisses it)

Raskie: well..glad thats all...HEY! From the back..it's Anastasia! She burts into the ring and starts wailing on BT! Sol turns and looks...shrugs...and leaves with his title.

Roy: HEY! Crss-dresser!

Arthur: No..that's a real woman!

Roy: EW!

raskie: The Babe squad watch fromunder the Sam-O-tron. They snicker as Ana picks up the fallen wrestler and Gorilla presses him over the top...to and through the Spanish Announce table!

Jorge: Porqué el infierno puebla siempre consiga lanzado a través de MI vector! Ésta es discriminación pura y simple! Porqué... tengo mitad de una mente a azotar fuera de mi pene y a alzar con el gato apagado sobre su cara para caer y romper mi vector!

Roy: BOOOO! Wait no...ghosts say YAY, right?

Arthur: Give me strength....

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Raskolnikov: Well..we're getting Jorge a new table...and Ana is gone. Man...Bt has NOT had a good day. Hopefulyl both he and the NEW SMDW champ will be able to compete at 100% in the battle royal. Two other people will be in the BR and another match tonight.

Arthur: That's right Raskolnikov. In fact....that sets us up nicely for this next match!

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Arthur: Ok, folks. 4 wya dance now between some hot up and coming talent in this federation. They may not be main eventers now but these guys have potential.

Announcer: This next match is a 4 way elimination match. Coming to the ring first... from Jacksonville, Mississippi... here is WES BORLAND!

("Counterfeit" by Limp Bizkit starts up as the crowd greets Wes with boos. He looks out across the crowd as Ice Cube follows him to the ring.)

Arthur: You know, Wes and Ice have given up successful careers in music to compete here in the FWO...

Raskolnikov: *snicker*

Arthur: What?

Raskolnikov: Nothing. Continue.

Arthur: Ice is a multi platinum selling rapper and Wes was the guitarist for Lim...

Raskolnikov: *snicker*

Arthur: What?!

Raskolnikov: Nothing. Just enjoying the background history.

Roy: What's rap?

Announcer: Next wrestler... from Los Angles, California... here is REBEL X!

("California Love" starts up as Rebel gets a luke warm reception from the crowd. He slides into the ring as various fans slide into the bathroom.)

Arthur: Oddly enough, Wes and Ice are not the only million selling musicians who gave up that business for FWO. Rebel X was a very successful rapper with the late Tupac Shak...

Raskolnikov: *snicker*

Arthur: Will you stop doing that?

Raskolnikov: Sorry. So you, ever heard a Rebel X album?

Arthur: Well... no. But it says in his press release that he has made millions...

Raskolnikov: Uh huh... You don't find it odd that noone's ever heard of him?

Roy: What's rap?

Announcer: From Greenwich, Connecticut... AVENGER!

(Marilyn Manson's "Dope Show" starts up as Avenger is met by a mix of boos and cheers.)

Raskolnikov: What many of you might not realize is that just as our other competitors have had successful careers in the past, Avenger has actually been heard of. Avenger is a former comic book character.

Roy: Wait, isn't an Avenger a comic book character?

Arthur: No. He's a tele-evangelist.

Announcer: And the final competitor... from Denver, Colorado... SCOTTY WILLIAMS!

("Bawitdaba" by Kid Rock starts and Scotty emerges from the back with Joe Williams. He gets a surprisingly good ovation as the two walk down to the ring.)

Raskolnikov: Well?

Arthur: What?

Raskolnikov: Well doesn't Scotty play in a blues band or sing backup for Michael Jackson?

Arthur: No.

Raskolnikov: Wow...

Arthur: But he did recently introduce Kid Rock to a crowd of fans.

Raskolnikov: *sigh*

Roy: What's a Kid Rock?

*DING, DING*

Arthur: And this match starts with Williams going right for Avenger. Scott has history with the Pantheon and he looks to take some frustration out on this Pantheon man. Scott nails him with a quick right and slams him back into the turnbuckle. Now he's throwing fists at Avenger.

Raskolnikov: While he's doing that Wes and Rebel are exchanging blows. Both are knocking each other back but a high knee from Rebel ends that echange. Rebel with the whip into the ropes and nails Wes with a spinning heel kick!

Roy: Hey guys... this Avenger guy is like a foot and a half taller than Scotty Williams. And I don't think he's feeling the punches. And now he just grabbed him and threw him back into the corner! Right hand... Right hand... Now he whips him across the ring...

Arthur: And Scotty nails Rebel! Rebel is more surprised than hurting and he turns towards Scotty... CLOTHESLINE from Avenger! Took both men down hard and sandwiched Rebel underneath Scotty. Avenger grabs Scotty by the head... but Wes is up on the top rope... flying lead scissors takedown on Avenger!

Roy: Now that was cool.

Raskolnikov: Wes turns to Scotty and nails him with a quick dropkick! Scotty back into the corner and Wes following him in. But Scotty dodges out of the way and nails Wes bakc into the corner with a hard right! Scotty working over Wes and Rebel is getting back up to his feet. Scotty with a kick to the gut as Rebel heads towards him and... monkey flips Wes out of the corner! And Wes is coming at Rebel X... And Rebel with a faceslam!

Roy: Rebel with a pin... 1... 2... And Scotty just dropped an elbow down on the back of his head.

Arthur: And Avenger is back to his feet. He sends a kick to Scotty's guts and grabs him by the head. Now he's got Rebel X by the head and... double headbutt! Both men go down hard and Avenger turns to Wes, dragging him to his feet. Avenger has him up in a gorilla press... and he turns him towards that spanish announcer's table!

Jorge: Dios querido, no! No puede usted luchar un emparejamiento sin destruir mi vector?

Raskolnikov: Not going to happen yet! Rebel X with a sweep of Avenger's legs and Scotty with a running clothesline sends Avenger down to the mat and Wes on top of him! The ref with the count, 1.. 2. nope. Avenger powers out. Rebel pulls Wes up and slams him back into the corner as Scotty makes sure that Avenger stays down. Scotty pounds boot shots into Avenger's head as Rebel hooks Wes up. Belly to belly suplex from Rebel!

Arthur: And Scotty drapes Avenger down across that bottom rope. And he follows that up with a leg down across his neck! Scotty notices Wes go down and pulls him up to his feet as Rebel turns to Avenger. Rebel drops a leg down on Avenger and rolls him into the corner. Scotty with a whip into the far corner and follows that up with a clothesline!

Roy: Mr. X has the Avenger standing up again and is kicking at him but it doesn't look like they're hurting him too bad. Avenger grabs Rebel by the head and whips him back into the corner. He grabs him by the neck and he's choking the little guy! Now he lifts him up and... He threw him over the top rope and onto that table!

Raskolnikov: At least it didn't break.

Jorge: Mi dios, le consigue de mi vector imbécil maldecida dios. Guárdeme fuera de esto!

Arthur: Scotty was watching that trip over the top and looks to blindside Avenger. But he forgot about Wes and he's up top. A whistle from Wes gets Scott's attention and... missile dropkick! Scotty goes down and Wes looks around at Avenger. Avenger turning back to the ring and Wes comes bouncing off the far ropes... SUICIDE DIVE! He rammed himself into Avenger and sent both of them through the ropes and to the table!

Raskolnikov: And they went through Rebel X first.

Roy: OH MY GOD! Three guys just went through a table! That's horrible.

Raskolnikov: Don't worry. Happens all the time. We've kind of been desensitized to it. Noone really cares anymore.

Arthur: Except for Jorge.

Jorge: Juro al dios que la semana próxima voy a traer un cerdo de Guinea con mí a la demostración y si cualquiera de usted maldice los psychos bombeados esteroide pasa a través de mi vector, yo lo empujaré encima de su asno!

Arthur: Scotty is back up on his feet and looking around for his opponents. He finally finds the wreckage and isn't quite sure what to do. Wes has rolled off that pile and goes looking for a weapon. Lucky for him that Ice has a chair ready.

Raskolnikov: Even luckier for Avenger that he is dragging himself up to the ring with Rebel X between him and that chair. Rebel X is finally digging himself out of that pile of humanity he was stuck under and rolls aside. Up on one knee and Wes is coming for him.

Roy: Hey! Rebel dodged the swing and Wes nailed the floor! Rebel lying beside Jorge's chair as Wes lines him up one more time.

Jorge: No del Oh! Incluso no intente y no haga pivotar esa silla en él! Soy la única persona que sabe qué va a suceder?

Raskolnikov: Wes swings... Rebel ducks... Jorge bleeds! Didn't see that one coming, did we?

Roy: Hey, could we get hit by a chair?

Raskolnikov: What do you care? You're intangible.

Roy: Oh yeah. Keep forgetting that.

Arthur: And Wes doesn't see what's coming for him because Rebel X has gotten up to his feet. Wes turns back towards him and... VANDAM...

Raskolnikov: HEY! Ixnay on the rademarke tay. Its a spinning roundhouse kick, sending the chair into his head. We don't need to be sued by a third company.

Arthur: Please. They don't have enough money to call us not to mention sue us. Who would they get? 1-800-LAWYERS?

Roy: Who you talking about?

Raskolnikov: Avenger is back up on the apron and Scotty is watching him. Scotty over to the ropes and... hurricarena! He takes Avenger into the ring and down to the mat!

Arthur: And he turns him over for... The Notorious Ankle Lock!

Raskolnikov: Notorious ankle lock? Don't we already have a notorious guy in FWO?

Arthur: No. He's omnipotent now.

Raskolnikov: Then shouldn't he have known someone would steal his nickname?

Roy: Hey, cool. Avenger is screaming and hitting the mat.

Arthur: He taps out! And we're down to three guys!

Raskolnikov: Avenger rolling out of the ring as Rebel X rolls in. Scotty turns towards him and sidekick! Scotty is down and Rebel with a kick to his head. Rebel springs up to the top rope and... REBELLION!

Arthur: Rebel makes the pin, 1... 2... kickout! Wes is back in the ring and is met with a dropkick from Rebel X! Rebel sees both men rising to their feet and goes up top. He's perched up on the top rope and waiting for Scotty and Wes to get up. And he leaps off... and double DDT! He grabbed their heads and dropped right back into that.

Roy: And Rebel is rolling to his feet and looking at those guys. But hey, that guy Ice Tea is up in the ring and has a chair! He nails Rebel X with it!

Raskolnikov: Not more of that black on black crime...

Roy: That can't be fair.

Raskolnikov: Doesn't matter. The ref was checking Scotty and Wes and didn't see it.

Arthur: And now Wes is up on his knees and drops down across Rebel! 1.. 2.. 3! Rebel X is out of this matchup. Its down to two men.

Raskolnikov: And neither one of them is on their feet. But they're getting there. Pulling their selves up on the ropes.

Roy: Hey, its like Rocky.

Raskolnikov: You're dead. When did you get a chance to watch Rocky?

Roy: I'm a member of Blockbuster.

Arthur: Both men are back up on their feet and looking to take each other down. Lockup and Scotty with a hiptoss. Wes is back up to his feet but Scotty with an irish whip. Wes comes off the ropes and gets lifted up and into a powerbomb! Scotty with the cover, 1.. 2.. kickout!

Raskolnikov: Scotty drags Wes back up to his feet and shoves him into the corner. A few shots from Scotty and he signals to the crowd for the end. Williams lifts Wes up to the top turnbuckle and goes to hook him up. But here comes Ice with a chair!

Roy: But he just got hit by the other Williams guy! They're fighting with each other on the floor and the white dude just ripped the chair away from the black dude and clobbered him!

Arthur: Black vs white? That's bound to get us in trouble.

Raskolnikov: Maybe. But that whole thing distracted Scott enough to get him in trouble. Wes knocked Scotty off his perch and... tornado ddt! Pollution!

Arthur: And Wes decides to make sure that Scotty won't be getting up. He's heading up top and lines Scotty up... The Leech!

Raskolnikov: Nope! Scotty rolled away just in time and Wes nailed all mat.

Roy: I bet his ass hurts.

Arthur: Scotty up on his feet and grabs Wes. Here it comes... Total Meltdown! Scotty goes for the cover, 1.. 2.. Ice breaks to hold!

Raskolnikov: He's still hurting from that chair shot but he was able to grab hold of Scotty's foot and drag him off Wes. And here comes Joe to get Ice off of his brother. Scotty to his feet and yelling at Ice.

Roy: I don't think he hears him. He's getting his head slammed into the railing.

Arthur: And Wes is back up and catches Scotty distracted! DDT! Wes quickly up to the top rope and... The Leech!

Raskolnikov: He actually connected that time and hooks up Scott's leg. 1.. 2.. 3!

Announcer: The winner of this elimination match... WES BORLAND!

Arthur: Joe ran to the ring to his brother's aide as Wes slid away. Wes is helping Ice to his feet and celebrating his way to the back as Scotty is none too happy.

Raskolnikov: And look. Jorge is back on his feet.

Jorge: No puedo creer que me golpean. Todo lo que lo hago es se sienta en mi silla y termino encima de conseguir golpeado por una silla porque estos retrasos muertos de hambre atención sienten una necesidad de incluir " extremo " en sus aplicaciones y después de necesitar recoger una arma para moverla hacia atrás para arriba.

Raskolnikov: Amen. Go to part 2!