[ Backstage, Image Johnson is headed down the hall, with the Championess title, when she runs into Terri Lamin, who grins. Image's eyes narrow: ]

Image: "What do you want?"

Terri: "I thought I made that clear already... But, right now, I just wanted you to see me, face to face."

Image: "And why is that?"

Terri: "So later, you can't say that I attacked you from behind as an excuse for gettin' your ass whupped."

[ Image immediately takes a swing, not giving Terri a chance to "attack" her. Terri ducks it, and pops back up quick, snatching the arm Image swung with, and whips her around hard, so her back hits the wall. Terri comes at her, but Image dives forward and knocks Terri Lamin back, and down, with a quick clothesline. Image rips Terri off the floor, and with a fistful of her hair, she spins and slings Terri to the opposite side of the hall. She grabs the back of Terri's pants+shirt and runs her forward, tossing her on a table, and she slides across it, flipping over the edge and tipping the table over as she tried to stop herself. Image shakes her head as she moves toward Terri, who is still moving, and right at the very last second Terri Lamin jumps up and jabs Image right in the middle of her face, and she reels. Terri Lamin gives herself a moment to rest, waiting. Image checks for blood, but there's not any. Terri gets ready, expecting Image to come back at her, and she does- but then she stops, smirks, and points behind Terri, to something just off-camera. Terri whirls around, and has no other choice but to catch the chair that just got tossed to/at her, even though she knows whats about to hap- BLAM! Terri EATS that chair when Amber FREAKIN' Michaels superkicks the bajeezus out of it!! Amber stumbles back alittle, catching herself on the wall and she takes her chair back, holding the legs with both hands, and looks down at Terri, while Image is laughing so hard, she's holding her belly. Amber's head snaps in Image's direction, and instantly she stops laughing, but only has time to flinch before Amber swings the chair at her, too! Image braces as best she can for the blow........... but it doesn't come, Amber stops, just an inch or two from her head, and she grins at Image. ]

Amber: "Just kidding."

[ Image exhales, glad she didnt get blasted by a chair...... but then Amber's boot blasts Image's stomach! Image doubles over, and Amber wastes no time, grabbing her hair and pulls her head back, bringing her knee up, and Image's head down to smash her face, and does it a second time for good measure. Now, she takes Image's pants and shirt, just as Image had done Terri, but instead of a table, she runs the top of Image's head straight into the nearest wall, and Image drops down to both knees, slipping dizzily down the wall. Amber picks up the Championess title, and admires it for a second, smiling. Image has shaken out the cobwebs, and is pulling herself up on the wall. She turns around, and takes a second to steady herself, but then she's ready to stomp Amber's brains all over the floor, and she takes a step forward- WHAM! Image drops like a rock! Amber LEAPT forward and blasted her in the nose with the Championess title! Amber hits the floor too, and rolls, but gets right back up. She cradles the Championess title in one arm, almost as you would a baby, and pulls something from her pocket. She pulls the cap off with her teeth, and twists the piece in her hand; its a tube of red lipstick, and with this lipstick, Amber signs her own first name across the Championess title. She throws it down between the two bodies as she walks past Image and Terri, and walks away dusting off her hands, quite pleased that she just wiped out two of the biggest competitors in the womens divison. ]

Amber: "Hm, not so tough now, are ya ladies?"

[ Amber disappears around a corner... as Summer Stratus and Chanel Marshall walk around just after her. They stop their talk dead cold. ]

Summer: "Oh, look at this."

Chanel: "Little miss Rental."

Summer: "How will she ever make it to her car?"

Chanel: "How about we help her?"

Summer: "It would be the right thing to do, after all."

Chanel: "Definately!"

[ Fade... Before the beginning even flashes on and the music for RAGE blasts, we fade from black into white, and slowly on the face of one Jeremy McMillion. He's smiling, looking to the side, until the boos from the arena can be heard, and he turns to the camera, dead on look. ]

The Jerm: "Well hello, San Antonio!"

[ Most people would get a cheap pop here, but he only gets boos and a few middle fingers thrown at the Jumbotron. ]

The Jerm: "I know all of you are expecting a huge announcment from me, like I've taken over the company, taking the carpet from right under Hamid Ismaili's feet and once again one upped him for the one millionth time but rather I'm here to tell you that while this whole resurrection thing is cute, I'm from the MSN::WA now. I'm big time. I've come back to San Antonio here today to let you guys see what real talent REALLY is. That's why I've made a small challenge to Hamid-"

[ He looks over, and Hamid comes into the picture, steaming, but Jerm just continues to smile. ]

The Jerm: "- and he accepted, jus tlike he'll accept defeat here later tonight."

[ Hamid steps in front of him. ]

Hamid: "So there will be an eight man elimination main event tonight, with the participants added as the night goes on. Anyone from anywhere ie eligible, and it might... just... be... you."

[ The camera fades to black as Jerm and Hamid stand on either side of the camera, and turn to each other. We then fade into RAGE's video package, as "Anthem fo the Year 2000" plays, and the cameras scan in pictures of the crowd and their signs... and we stop at Eddie Macklin and Johnny Askin. ]

Macklin: "HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE night tonight, fans!"

Askin: "The proposed eight man elimination main event- we have no idea who we're gonna see doing battle for Hamid and Jeremy tonight. it could very well be ANYONE..."

Macklin: "We have hints that Kutter Flash is guaranteed to be on Hamid's team, obviously a great coup for the wacky Iraqi himself. But who would Jerm have?"

Askin: "I'm suspecting some MSN:WA members, myself. Speaking of, FWA's JT Kash said he WILL be in attendance tonight. Christian Michaels has matched his ante, and raised him an asskicking."

Macklin: "Definately a powder keg waiting to explode this night. And, we have the contract signing between Kutter Flash and WallStreet scheduled. Talk about explosion!"

Askin: "You've got to seriously ask yourself, who you gree with here. GT Network backs big name stars, and WallStreet is definatley that. But the hardcore fans may back Kutter Flash, seeing as he wants to defend the faith, so to speak."

Macklin: "Indeed, things are fuzzy here in W2K, but we have so many new faces with Johnny Fame and Jon Reed, Bryan Williams, Sean Locke, Tim Torn, and so many others. Not to mention older names like Nevyrmorr on the roster, Terri Lamin Dangerously, Ace Hart, and the man who makes his redebut here TONIGHT... Nic E Dangerously!"

Askin: "The ICWA World Heavyweight Champion... pfft. I have to agree with James McKnight on this situation, the ICWA is done and buried, and it's time to piss on the grave and move on."

Macklin: "They have alot of great stars!"

Askin: "Who are now *W2K* stars, if you catch my drift. And here's one, already in the ring, with a mic and dressed to wrestle."

Macklin: He doesn't look too happy..."

Askin: "Would you be if you're trying to raise your stock and you get KILLA B?"

David Van Dam: "Last week, I demanded a challenge, but did I get it? No. I got Killa B. So this week, I better get a REAL challenge. So W2K, who do you have for me this week? Send him out!"

[ DVD drops the microphone and turns to look at the ramp, ready and waiting. ]

Eddie: "Who will it be this week?

[ DVD doesn't have to wait long as "A Country Boy Can Survive" hits the speaker system and out walks Nuckin Futts, and he's dressed to wrestle. DVD throws his hands up as Nuckin comes running down the ramp and slides into the ring. DVD doesn't let Nuckin' stand up, and drives a knee into his side. He pulls Nuckin' up and nails him with a closed fist as the bell rings to start the match. DVD whips Nuckin across the ring into the ropes, Nuckin comes running back and DVD catches him around the waist and sends him flying through the air with an overhead belly to belly suplex. ]

Eddie: "David Van Dam isn't here to play games, and Nuckin is learning that first hand."

[ DVD wraps his hand in Nuckin's hair, pulling him to his feet. He slams his forearm into Nuckin's face, before grabbing Nuckin and tossing him over head with a T-Bone Suplex. DVD runs against the ropes and leaps into the air, dropping his kneedown on the face of Nuckin'. Nuckin holds his face and rolls in pain as DVD pulls him up and rocks him with European Uppercut. Nuckin falls against the ropes and comes bouncing back. DVD lifts him up in a Fireman's Carry and the swings him into a Diamond Cutter, successfully hitting his Last Chance. He rolls Nuckin over and makes the cover. One, Two, Three. The bell rings. ]

Eddie: "Damn... David Van Dam with a quick and decisive victory over Nuckin' Futts."

Askin: "Alot of people might be surprised. But, I guarantee, I wasn't."

[ Backstage, we see Damo in a locker room, with his boot off. Tyna Hilton storms in. ]

Tyna: "DAMO!"

Damo: "Tyna... what are you doing here..."

[ His eyes shift, but hers are locked right on him. ]

Tyna: "I heard you were injured..."

Damo: "'Tis a stubbed toe, I'll live, I can even wrestle still."

Tyna: "Oh, damo, you're such a man. You probably have a broken leg, and you're jus tplaying it off to make me not worry."

Damo: ".... no, it's really not all that bad. Uh, I gotta go. Now. Match soon, you know?"

Tyna: "I'll CATCH you later..."

[ Damo hilkes his boot on, and heads out, and ducks into NED's locker room before Tyan can see. ]

Damo: "Psycho stalkers... ewww."