Joey: Ladies and gentlemen..Welcome to the first edition of W2K..Censored!

Strange music hits. Teh jumbotron comes to life with chaos erupting. Wrestlers brawling all over the place, then suddenly a huge MSN logo drops in and everything changes to butterflies flying peacefully in a meadow.

Trunks: ...My God!

A man in a white suit walks out on to the stage recieving heavy boos from the crowd.

Joey: This must be the MSN representative here in the arena tonight.

Teh man makes his way down to the ring, slowly walks up the ring steps and gets into the ring. A young man wearing a black MSN shirt and a headset quickly gets a microphone into the ring as the music cuts off and the man straightens out his tie before speaking.

"W2K fans.."

He's cut off by massive booing.

"Please, calm yourselves."

They keep booing.

"See this is the reason why this place is in shambles! Because of fans like you! But that's why I'm here. To make W2K a more fan friendly environment. I'm here to make this place pure again."

The MSN representative continues talking, but nothing is heard. His microphone is obviously cut. Silence is all we hear all around the arena. The fans are yelling and standing up, but nothing is heard but a quiet buzz. The cameras start fading, getting darker, until we pick up on a new view. A camera at the top of the arena. Pointing at a man standing in the rafters. A voice is heard coming out of the loud speakers from all around the arena. A muffled voice, obviously sounding a bit distorted. Yet somehow familiar.

"Tyrants come back. Tyrants tell you how to live. Tyrants run things...THE WAY THEY WANT! The tyrants that drove me out have come back to finish what they started. People like Dangerously are of no use. People like Michaels aren't here to help you anymore. People like Kash could care less. So who's hands will the problem be left in?"

The cameras zoom in close enough to see teh man standing there is dressed in all black. With that white and black mask we saw last week. His mouth doesn't move, so could we be listening to a taped recording?

"Who will save you?"

We fade to a commercial break.