Backstage we see Con walking out of the Sons of Disaster locker room, obviously being distracted from his focus for the night. He walks down the corridor, turns a corner until he comes to a locker room... a new one. It reads on the door "Rot; Television Champion", he opens the door, and finds that the lights are on, but no one is home. Actually, the locker room is pretty empty. Con closes the door, and looks back at the camera.

Con: "Y'know Rot, ever since I signed my damn contract here, I had one person that looked out for me. That was you, man. You and me were from IRX, and everyone else was strangers to us. We hung out, we were friends. But now I realize you weren't my friend, man. You were just pulling off some stupid little plan to get yourself further in the game. You walked all over me, you son of a bitch! But tonight, I'm going to walk all over you. Yeah, that's right. I'm going to stomp a fuckin' mudhole in ya, buddy. Sure, you're good. But you pissed me off, Rot. And you should've known through these past two months I'm the wrong mother fucker to piss off. I don't just sit around, and let people make me look like a joke. I stand up, and I fight. So go ahead with your stupid plan, because after tonight, not only will I have your blood on my fists, but I'll be holding that TV title too."

A little voice is heard from off-camera. The voice can only be that of Mark the Midget.

The Midget: "Yeah Con, you get him. I know I know, I'm the last person you expect telling you to beat up Rot. After all, he was like Jesus to me. I followed him around like some nutty zealot, and what do I get for it? I get put in a garbage can, beat up, and then Rot's betrayal. That guy is a zero in my book. Con, you gotta go out there, and show him that he needs to value his friends."

Now we see Big Bad Kowalski walking up to the scene now.

BBK: "Yeah, and you have to get him back for me for the van and the bus. All of us who simply patted him on the back, and supported him. We all took the fall for him. He pushed us in the brunt of destruction, and that's what really pisses me off. There's not a whole lot that grinds my gears, well besides a cold cheeseburger. But after what Rot did, he deserves an ass-kicking. So go out there, and do it. The now defunct STS productions has your back, Con."

This was a fairly short contest which started with huge pace, mainly by Loose Cannon who nailed Michaels with three dropkicks in a row... Michaels would get right back up though to his credit, nailing Cannon with a hip toss. Cannon was not deterred though, driving the heavier Michaels back with stiff right hands to the jaw... Cannon was reversed into an irish whip, bouncing off the ropes before Michaels nailed him with a Belly to Belly Overhead suplex. Michaels slowed the pace down - too much. Taking too much time, Cannon managed a couple of desperation toe kicks to his gut to regain the advantage, hitting Michaels with a superb Russian Leg Sweep before springboading off the middle rope for a Moonsault! The pin collected only a two count though.

Cannon continued the offence, nailing Michaels with a snap suplex and going for his "Fro Pick of Justice" finisher but Michaels managed to deny him the opportunity. Countering into a standard DDT on Loose Cannon. Michaels went up top but Cannon was too clever, playing possum, and quickly scrambled over to Michaels before he could take flight. A couple of stiff shots to the jaw saw Michaels looking jaded, Cannon hooked up his head.. nailing a HUGE Spike-DDT down onto the top of Michaels head! Rob Michaels drooooped to the floor, with Cannon collecting a simple win.

We're backstage in one of the corridors, and Summer Stratus is seen pacing by someone's door. She finally stops pacing, and she knocks on the door. We look at the nametag on the door, and it reads "Jeremy McMillion". The door opens for her, and she steps in. In there is the Jerm, and Rot who is sitting back down in a lounge chair which is off to the side of the office. He adjusts the Television title on his shoulder, and smirks as Summer looks at him.

Jerm: "What would you like, Summer?"

Summer looks back at the Jerm, she isn't looking to seduce him today.

Summer: "I want my match to be for the title. I deserve it, I even helped Rain win the strap. She owes it to me after all."

The Jerm looks like he's contemplating it, or perhaps faking it. Who knows? This is until Rot stands up, and starts circling Summer.

Rot: "I wouldn't commit to that Mr. McMillion. After all... this is the wench that tried so very hard to get in with Dante's crew. And Dante's th enemy, so that would make douchebag here the enemy as well."

Rot looks her up and down, as if he's checking her out. Summer gives him a dirty look, and looks like she's about to slap that mutha fucka!

Rot: "Don't flatter yourself, Summer. I have a wife, and I know for a fact that she didn't try to give Dante Cross head behind a dumpster."

The Jerm stands up now, looking at Summer with an arrogant little smile on his face.

The Jerm: "That's right, Rot. Summer, you don't deserve the title. You're Canadian, and what makes it worse is you tried to be Dante's little groupie. You aren't getting a title shot tonight. In fact, you aren't getting a title shot EVER! If you want to be with Dante so bad, why don't you bury yourself next to him after I'm done with him. Then you, him, and Nikki will all be one happy dysfunctional Canadian family."

Rot shoots his eyes back at the Jerm, and gives him this look like "Did you really just say that?"

The Jerm: "NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE, TRAMP!"

Summer turns around, and walks out of the locker room. She slams the door behind her.

The Jerm: "Don't worry about it. I got a plan for her."

The ladies really showed us how good they really are with this match. As soon as the bell rang Summer and Rain went right after each other, smashing each other's faces in with punches and elbow shots. It looked like it was going to be a slobberknocker until Kit butted in only to get a dropkick and a leg sweep from Rain and Summer. They stood up, realizing they just did some teamwork, and decided that they'd rather rip each other's faces off then do that again. Rain irish whipped Summer into the ropes only to have Summer rebound with a HUUUUGGEEE headscissors! Kit was up now, and went after Summer. Summer forced her into a corner where she set her up on the ropes. It looked as if Summer was about to hit a superplex, but then Rain came out no where, hooked her arms around Summer's waist, and german suplexed her off of the ropes wich caused Summer to superplex Kit Black! The fans went wild as the ring shook like the San Andreas tectonic plates! Rain then went for the pin on Summer, and only got a two count! The two ladies then would get into another brawl until Rain threw Summer into the corner, hit a couple good body punches, and then set her up on the top rope. Rain then grabbed Kit, picked her up on her shoulder, and ran fullspeed towards Summer. Summer couldn't even move as Rain used Kit as a battering ram, basically making Kit spear Summer. Rain still had Kit on her shoulders, flipped her around, and hit the Short Out! Kit was laying in the middle of the ring now on her back. Rain looked at the corner again, and signalled that she wanted to hit another move. She got on top of the turnbuckle, and looked like she was going to hit the Hail Storm when out of no where Summer hits the meanest mid-air dropkick anyone has ever seen! Rain collides into the other corner, and crumbles to the mat. Summer then picked Kit up and hit the Crash 'N' Burn, getting the pin. Rain started to stir, but it was too late as the ref called for the bell as Summer was victorious! Just as Summer stood up to celebrate her win, she hit upside the head with a lead pipe by none other than the Television Champ; Rot! Rot then hit the Mock on Summer.

Kewl: "What the HELL is Rot doing?"

Trunks: "Well if he wants Summer's number he is definitely going about the wrong way of doing so!"

Rot ripped the microphone from Binkle's hand, and grabbed the Championess title. He threw it over to Rain who was standing by now, not looking pleased that she just lost this match, but in turn looks pretty happy that her rival just got dropped like that. Rot raises the microphone up, and points down to Summer.

Rot: "Now don't you feel stupid, Summer? Huh? Don't you feel stupid after weeks and weeks of trying to be Dante's newest groupie acquisition it has come to this. Now you're laying on the mat - bloodied, searching for answers on just why I just did that to you. Well, it won't take you long to connect the dots, but here, I'll give you the pen, the paper, and I'll start it off for you. You made OUR shitlist, Summer. Isn't that right, Rain?"

Kewl: "What the? What is he saying?"

Trunks: "SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO THE MAN, JOEY!"

Rot kneels down, grabs a handful of Summer's hair, and rips her head off the mat.

Rot: "You'll be hearing from the Jerm and us very soon. Until then, find someone else to brown nose."

We're backstage after the crap Rot just pulled on Summer in the ladies triple threat. He's walking with haste down the corridors until someone bumps into him on purpose. It's none other than Tim Torn! Tim looks at Rot, and pushes him.

Tim: "What you did out there wasn't cool."

Rot looks at Tim, puzzled to just who he is. Then he lifts his finger up.

Rot: "I remember who you are now, you're the chump who lost to Alia Starr in APW! Man, I'd hate to be you in public. Listen buddy, I don't know why you're here, maybe you're scrounging for money. But you won't be on my time. So why don't you turn around, and head towards the exit. Besides, who give you a backstage pass, anyway?"

Tim laughs, and steps away from Rot.

Tim: "Hamid did... when he gave me a contract here. That's right, I'm an employee of W2K now. And what you did out there to Summer, and what you and the Jerm have been doing lately, that shit isn't going to fly anymore. I'm going to make sure of it, myself. But why don't you go worry about your match tonight, after all, Con is going to shove his foot so far up your ass you'll be flossin' with his Nikes."

"Go To Sleep" by Eminem starts bumping over the speakers, and soon enough Dante is seen exiting the backstage area. He stands up on the stage holding the Ugly Stick. His face is absolutely devoid of emotion, the man is insane in the membrane! He walks down the ramp as the fans boo the ever living crapola out of him. Some of the more vocal fans try to get at the Hardcore Canuck, but nothing affects him. Like a true BA. He gets to the steel steps, and moves into the ring.

Binkle: "Introducing first; hailing from Ottawa, Onatario, Canada... He is the Hardcore Canuck... DANTE CROSS!"

Just as Dante is about to climb the turnbuckle, The Jerm gets on the jumbotron. The fans boo, and Dante doesn't look too happy either. In fact, he looks like he wants to commit homocide right about now. Looks like this narrator is quitting his job after tonight!

Jerm: "Hello Dante, how's the girlfriend... or what's left of her! HAHAH! But in all seriousness, it looks like both of your opponents aren't here. NED's out getting much deserved vacation time, and Sef is probably drunk in an alley somewhere. I don't care. He'll be off until further notice. Now I know Dante needs to take some of his aggressions out on me, and I can just send Rot down there to beat up on him, but Rot just had a very long and grueling match. So we can't do that, because that wouldn't be fair for anyone. But I do have someone that is willing to play lemming, and well I don't care if he's willing or not. Send him out!"

"Spit" by Sepultra hits over the speakers, and the fans erupt! Latino Diablo walks out from behind the curtains, and looks out to the fans. Then he looks in the ring, and that's where he doesn't look too enthused to wrestle.

Jerm: "And Cross, don't even THINK about coming out here, or you'll be sent sent in a cardboard box to a funeral home. Oops, sorry again, Dante. Hahaha"

The jumboTron cuts out, and Latino Diablo is almost down to the ring now. Dante looks even more pissed now after the Jerm's comments, oh and it could be that L-D is about to enter the ring. Just as L-D rolls into the ring, Dante goes right after him, slamming his boots into the back of his head with no remorse whatsoever. The ref rings the bell, as Dante lifts L-D up, throws him into the ropes, and then hits him with a huge leg lariat on his way back. Dante brings L-D back up to his feet after drilling him in the face with vicious fists. He throws LD into the corner, runs after him, and hits a HUGE front dropkick on him.

Kewl: "After a cheapshot, Dante is dominating this match and his ex-faction mate."

Trunks: "Diablo is getting what he deserves."

Dante stands up, and lifts L-D up onto the top rope. It looks like he's setting him up for the Game Time from up top, but L-D fights back! L-D punches at Dante's mid-section, and hits him square in the jaw causing him to fall off the ropes! Dante hits the mat, gets back up, and sees L-D flying off of the top rope. Dante has no time at all to reverse the cross-body splash from Diablo. He hits the mat hard, and Diablo goes for a pin. Not wanting this match to go on much longer. He gets a one count, and Dante is already up to his feet.

Kewl: "Dante is in a seething rage! He looks like he's about to snap Diablo's head off!"

Trunks: "DO IT DANTE! DO IT!"

L-D looks up at Dante, and doesn't even see Dante's knee zooming straight for his face. The knee connects hard with L-D's jaw, and he falls back. But Dante catches him, sets him up, and hits the Canadian Destroyer! L-D's head smacks the canvas, and he slumps to the mat. Dante stands up, looks down, and shakes his head.

Kewl: "What? C'MON DANTE! PIN HIM!"

Dante rolls out of the ring, grabs the Ugly Stick off of the Timekeeper's table, and then rolls back into the ring. He stands up, walks over to L-D, and waits for him to stand up. L-D grabs a hold of Dante's shorts, trying to pull himself up, and Dante just stands there with nothing but the thirst for blood in his eyes. L-D is to his knees now, suddenly Dante steps back, and SLAMS the Ugly Stick upside L-D's head! Diablo starts to fall back, and here comes more shots. WHAM! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! BAM! BAMBOOZLE! Dante hits L-D over and over and over again as the ref rings the bell over and over again.

Kewl: "STOP IT DANTE! STOP!"

Trunks: "Damn, das a spicy meatball-uh!"

Binkle: "Here is your winner due to disqualification... LATINO DIABLO!"

Backstage we see Ryan Cain shadow-boxing, getting ready for a pretty big night. He is determined to kick the living crap out of the nightmare that has been plaguing his mind for the past couple of months. He's ready to mash Phantom and Exodus into the mat, and walk out as the victor. Then maybe after that he can finally get a decent night's rest. Entering stage right is Haywire, he has the Impact title around his waist. He has a smile on his face, he's about as determined as Ryan is.

Haywire: "Hey champ, I can see your ready for tonight."

Ryan stops, grabs a towel, and throws it oer his shoulder. He lifts the W2K Championship title up, and rests it on his shoulder.

Ryan: "Same to you, champ. Let's go out there and show these two gothic prags how it's done. After all these two have done, they deserve it. Hopefully that priest comes down to the ring too, so we can shove his foot back down his mouth."

Haywire: "That priest thinks he one-upped me this week after he talked down on the Jackal. But he should already know not to ever count me out of a battle of wits. Let's make his drones pay his dues."

This match started off with Haywire against Phantom. Haywire was showing Phantom how he really is a student of the game as he took Phantom down with every chance he could. Phantom would go for a clothesline only to have Haywire duck under, and hit a huge spinning wheel kick when he turned around. Haywire continued to show up Phantom until Phantom got a tag into Exodus. Exodus looked strong coming into the match, as he tagged Haywire with vicious rights and lefts. Haywire tried battling back only to get an elbow to the eye from Exodus which turned into Exodus piledriving him into the mat. Exodus then lifted Haywire back up, threw him against the ropes, and hit a huge powerslam. Then started to slam countless fist after fist into his forehead. This was until the ref butted in, and told Exodus to cool it. Exodus sent Haywire into his corner, and tagged in Phantom. Phantom picked Haywire up with a military press, and dropped him into Exodus' knee. Haywire clutched his ribs, but didn't have time to breathe as Phantom scooped Haywire up. Phantom picked Haywire up again, and had him on his shoulders looking to hit a running slam, but somehow Haywire slipped off and tagged in Ryan. As soon as Ryan got in he took it to Phantom, hitting a couple chops, then connecting with a floatover DDT. Ryan kept up, putting Phantom into a leg lock. Phantom would then get to the ropes, stand up to see Exodus charging after Ryan. Exodus slamming Ryan upside the head with a clubby axe-handle type move. Ryan rolled over... right into his corner, and Exodus grabs him. But what Exodus didn't notice as he wanted to kill Ryan right then and there was Haywire tagging himself in. Ryan rolled out of the ring, and Exodus followed after him. In the ring Haywire was battling with Phantom. Phantom tossed him into the corner, was going to hit a big clothesline, but Haywire ducked out of the way! Suddenly Sean Hunter is running down the ramp! Haywire steps back a little, as Phantom has his eyes glued to Sean. Sean steps up onto the apron, and looks like he's going to swing, but then points behind Phantom. Phantom turned around only to get hit with the Hydro Shot. Phantom would then crumble to the mat, as Haywire pinned him getting the 1 2 3.

Kewl: "He did it! Haywire won the match, and beat Phantom and Exodus!"

Trunks: "With the help of Douchecake!"

Exodus had just slid into the ring, realizing Haywire had just pulled a fast one on him. Haywire turned around, being caught off-guard, and walks right into Exodus slamming his knee into his gut. Haywire doubles over, and Exodus lifts him up into the air Razors Edge powerbomb style, only to drop him with a vicious sitdown piledriver! Exodus stands up, and looks over at Sean who hops off the apron. Ryan rolls back into the ring, and looks like he's about to Zero Kick Exodus' head off until his feet are ripped from under him. Dante is seen pulling him out of the ring, and clobbering him!

Kewl: "What the Hell is going on here?"

Trunks: "Dante is taking care of business! EVERYDAY!"

Suddenly "Megadef" by Styles of Beyond hits over the speakers, and the Jerm acompanied by Rot steps out onto the stage. The Jerm lifts the microphone he had in his hand up.

Jerm: "WHOA! WHOA! Sean, just what the Hell do you think you're doing? After your actions here tonight, you are suspended for two weeks!"

The fans give a resignating boo as Phantom is finally stirring in the ring.

Jerm: "Security, get this place cleaned up! Oh and, rough Dante and Ryan up a little bit, will you?"