DT: Well, folks, it looks as if we’re being joined by John Doe in the ring right now, and these fans are really letting him have it after what he did to Troy Douglas last week. However, Douglas will have his chance at revenge at Russian Roulette, because as Doe announced last week, he and his former mentor will meet in Houston in an inferno match.

DM: John may have bitten off just a little more than he can chew with this one. Douglas was GWE’s only multi-time X-treme Champion, and though Doe’s a firestarter himself, Douglas became famous wrestling in matches like this, starting in his indy career.

MN: Hey, Dough-boy’s smarter than I thought. He pulled the wool over Megatron’s eyes for weeks, and now these idiots DON’T like him? I’ll never understand the public.

DT: Certainly not, Michael. Let’s see what the kid has to say.

[Cut to a shot of Doe in the middle of the ring, microphone in his left hand, his right hand giving the crowd the middle finger. He yells incoherently at several of the booing fans.]

DOE: Shut up, all of you! I SAID SHUT THE **BLEEEEEEEEEEP** UP!!!! I’m tryin’ to make a god damn point here!

Two weeks ago, I came out and showed you all what a damn fool Troy Douglas is. I gave that selfish bastard a look at what’s going to happen in Houston. I beat that little bitch ‘til he bled, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Nothing! Do you hear me, Douglas? NOT...A...GOD...DAMNED...**BLEEEEEEEP**ING...THING!!!! Got it?

VOICE: John, John, John. I think your being a little harsh. I taught you better than that, kid.

[Camera cuts to the EmpireTron, where Troy Douglas sits in his locker room, smiling.]

DOE: Get that damn arrogant smirk off your face, Douglas! Your addressing your better right now! You should be on your damn knees after what I did to you!

DOUGLAS: John, do the nice people a favor and SHUT YOUR DAMN FACE.

[Crowd explodes with cheers.]

DOUGLAS: I congratulate you, John. You got one over on me in Tulsa. Didn’t see it coming, because I thought I could trust you. I actually thought you were beginning to understand what I was trying to help you out with. I was just too damn blind and stupid to see what was going on.

DOE: That’s damn right, Troy! You never knew what was going to-

DOUGLAS: I told you to be QUIET, you snot-nosed little twit. I’m TRYING to make a point here. You see, kid, you came out to that ring two weeks ago and you kicked my ass. You said I never helped you, that I wouldn’t let you come out to my matches, that I didn’t accompany you when you went out and got your fluke win against Benji or when the Dragon handed you your own ass. You said that I didn’t give a damn about you or anybody but myself.

You stupid, arrogant little PRICK.

ALL I cared about was helping you. But, I wasn’t going to do it for you, John. I didn’t want you to be my damn clone. I wanted you to come into your own, to understand who YOU are and what YOU should do. You wanted the easy way out, John. You wanted to steal who I was, and then take my place. You didn’t listen to a damn thing I said, kid, you just wanted all the glory without any of the effort.

Then, you decided that if you could beat me, you could justify it all. So, you went to Ryan, and you got an Inferno Match signed between the two of us. Good move, John. Real “smart” on your part, that one was. Put an extremely angry man with nothing to lose, like myself, in the ring with a blind, egotistic moron, and then throw some fire into the situation.

You just signed your own freaking death warrant.

Oh, and if you want a preview, turn around, you little **BLEEEP**.

[Cut back to the ring, where Douglas stands right behind Doe, a smirk on the Carolinian’s face. He taps Doe on the shoulder, and Doe turns 180 degrees, an incredulous look on his face.]

DT: Douglas was on tape! He’s here in the ring right now!

MN: Duh, we can see that, Burgerboy.

DT: Doe is backing away, pleading for mercy! Douglas backs off and...DOE COMES FLYING AT HIM WITH A PUNCH!!! That little bastard just signed his own death sentence!

DM: That. Was. A. Stupid. Plan.

DT: Douglas comes out from the corner. Doe charges...HUGE CLOTHESLINE BY DOUGLAS!!!! He picks Doe up, irish whips him into the corner...HORNET SPLASH!!!! Douglas goes old-school with a tribute to his hero! He measures Doe up, and NAILS him with a right, then a left, another right hand! Troy Douglas is just wailing away on John Doe! He picks up the limp Doe, goes to the second rope!

DM: Yup, I was right. Doe made a BAD decision with this fight.

DT: Douglas underhooks...END OF THE ROAD!!! He planted him with it!

[Douglas turns Doe onto his back, then picks up the discarded microphone.]

DOUGLAS: That was just “check”, kid. Come Russian Roulette in Houston, you’ll find out just how bad “checkmate” is. Told ya it was a bad idea not to listen to me. There are more surprises to come, John, many more.

[CUE UP: “Kashmir” Led Zeppelin, as Douglas tosses the mic on the prone man’s chest, wipes off his jacket, and walks back up the ramp.]

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is set for one fall

[CUE UP: "'Til I Collapse" by Eminem. Cross steps from behind the curtains, and heads straight for the ring, ignoring the calls of some of the fans for high-fives and other gratuities. His eyes are deeply focused as he steps through the ropes, flexing his leg]

TONY FATORA: Weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, and hailing from Los Angeles, California... CCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

DT: You've got to wonder what state Cross' knee is going to be in as he goes up against a man who's certainly no slouch in the ring in Steve Savoy.

[CUE UP: "Watching the Wheels" by John Lennon. Steve Savoy walks out to a mixed reaction, playing it up to the fans on his way to the ring. ]

TONY FATORA: His opponent, weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds, he hails from Orlando, Florida... SSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEE...SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

DT: These men have met before, and it was Savoy, then wrestling as 'The Phenom' Shawn Hart who came out on top. If the war of words these two had leading up to tonight is anything to go by, this should be an explosive match. Savoy with some trash talking, and Cross is taking exception, opening up with a barrage of right hands.

DM: Looking at Cross in the back earlier and on his way to the ring he looked to be favouring his knee, so this is what I'd expect. He'll look to end this match as early as possible, and the shortarm clothesline there is a good move to use in that case, not using too much of your own energy to pull it off.

DT: Cross picking Savoy up quickly, and he slams him down hard, stomping away now as Savoy tries to cover up. Cross is normally intense but I don't think Savoy expected this level of intensity.

MN: It's wounded animal syndrome. Back one into the corner and they come out knowing they have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

DT: Savoy rolls over to the ropes, dropping to the outside as referee Bryan Weatherby holds Cross back. The fans getting behind Cross here, who's yelling at Savoy to get back into the ring.

DM: This is smart from Savoy. It throws Cross off his rhythm and gives Savoy a chance to rethink his strategy.

DT: Savoy getting back into the ring, but gets taken down hard with a clothesline there. Cross now picking up the smaller man, and I can't believe the intensity here. A hard Irish whip into the corner and Cross has Savoy at his mercy here in the early going.

MN: Not very Christian work from Cross, but it's effective. Big splash from the bigger man, followed up with a snap suplex there.

DM: Savoy's holding his back, trying to get away from Cross by backing across the ring. A hard shot there from Cross, knocking Savoy back down.

DT: Nice shot there, elbow to the gut as Cross bent down to pick the smaller man up. Savoy now taking Cross down and punching the knee like an animal, trying to slow him down. A hard stomp, and a knee drop into a leg lock, and Cross really looks in pain there.

DM: It looks like Savoy might've been playing Cross, looking for an opening before taking advantage of it. That leg-lock's going to take a lot out of Cross and may even make him submit if it's held on long enough. I can tell you from experience that knee injuries can take a long time to recover from. Sometimes you never do.

DT: Savoy stretching the knee there, as Cross tries to kick him off.

DM: Notice how Steve's now turning Cross over? Locking both legs like that in almost a figure four with Cross on his belly, placing his own leg in between now. Very painful move.

MN: Ouch. Dropping back like that just adds to it, huh?

DT: If Cross can't mount some form of offence soon, it may be all she wrote. Cross trying to fight his way to the ropes.

DM: That's about the only way he'll be able to break this hold, as Savoy's got both his legs trapped and he's just applying more and more pressure.

DT: Cross inching to the ropes... he makes it, but the damage has to have taken it's toll. We're not too far into this match and already Savoy has a huge advantage.

DM: And he'll look to use it. A quick kick to the gut and russian leg sweep takes Cross back down, and Savoy's straight back onto that knee, but Cross manages to free himself by going to the ropes again. The ref's forcing the break, making Savoy stay back as Cross gets up. It's fair on Cross, but it breaks down Savoy's rhythm, which has been incredibly focused on the knee.

DT: Savoy now charging in, and he's had enough stalling from the ref... back body drop to the outside!! Cross with a beautiful counter there, buying himself some time as Savoy went crashing back first onto the padding surrounding the ring.

DM: Cross doing the wise thing, not giving Savoy too long to recover. As hurt as he is Cross knows he can't let up on Savoy for a second. A back suplex there, and Savoy's folded up near the steps.

MN: Definitely un-Christian.

DT: I think faith is the last thing on Cross' mind, as he rolls Savoy back into the ring. Cross now with a swinging neckbreaker to Savoy, holding the knee as he gets to his feet.

DM: Cross still on the offensive though, taking Savoy down with a belly to belly suplex. Cover and a quick kick out. Cross might have to break out something big to put Savoy away, and it’ll have to be soon to take away any opportunity for Savoy to do further damage to the knee.

DT: Cross now sends Savoy into the corner, following up with a clothesline. Savoy looks in trouble here as Cross whips him across the ring again. Reversal there by Savoy, who charges in with a splash. Savoy mounting the corner, punching away on Cross. Four, five... six...

MN: He can still count, folks.

DT: Eight... nine... and Cross gets his hand in the way, pushing Savoy back down. Back and forth action here from both these amazing competitors. Cross is stalking the smaller man, who tries fighting back with a right hand, blocked by Cross. Kick to the gut... GOLGOTHA!! HE’S SETTING HIM UP FOR GOLGOTHA!!

DM: NO!! HIS KNEE BUCKLED AS HE STARTED LIFTING HIM!!

MN: Savoy on top, hooking the leg.

DT: One...

Two...

THREE!!! Steve Savoy picks up the victory after Cross’ knee just gave out on him!!!

TONY FATORA: Th’ winner of the match, SSSSSTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVEEEEE... SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYY!!!

DT: What an unlucky break for Cross! It looked like he was going to put Savoy away, but in the end the bad knee just caught up with him.

DM: Don't take anything away from either guy here, Dave Thomas. Cross is easily a main event contender and Savoy is likewise. This could've ended differently if Cross were a hundred percent... or maybe not.

MN: FLIP-FLOPPER!

DM: Bad Mike! No biscuit!

MN: Meep-

[Cut to the ramp. As Cross pads hobblingly towards the curtain, it suddenly parts... revealing Dis, who stares blankly down at Cross. The two men stare at each other.]

DT: Uh-oh.

DM: This is bad.

DT: Dis moving a little closer to Cross... Cross is on his guard, but he's clearly in no condition to fight off an attack with his knee in this kind of shape...

MN: Is Dis gonna hit him?!

DM: Dis is gonna kill him.

MN: Literally?!

DM: No, dumbass -

DT: DIS COCKING HIS FIST -

[CROWD: *ROARS AND CHEERS DEAFENINGLY!!!*]

DT: AND LINDSAY TROY COMES FLYING THROUGH THE CURTAIN! SPINS DIS AROUND! JAB TO THE FACE! ANOTHER! DIS SLUGS HER BACK! TROY CLOCKS DIS IN THE FACE! DIS! TROY! IT'S AN ALL-OUT SLUGFEST BETWEEN DIS AND LINDSAY TROY!!!

DM: TROY! What a woman, coming out to make sure Dis didn't jump her friend!

MN: KILL HIM, LINDSAY! KILL HIM!

DT: TROY TACKLES DIS TO THE RAMP AND HAMMERS AWAY AT HIM - NOW TRYING TO PULL OF THE MASK! NO - DIS LEVERS HER OFF! THEY'RE BOTH UP AND HAMMERING AWAY!

MN: Cross is just STANDING THERE!

DT: I don't think Cross knows what to think of all this - BUT TROY'S JUST KICKED DIS IN THE GUT!!! SETTING UP FOR THE FINAL JUDGMENT - DIS SLIPS OUT, DUCKS BETWEEN HER LEGS, AND ESCAPES THROUGH THE CROWD!

DM: Look at him go!

[Cut to a shot of Dis fleeing among the fans, then a shot of Troy's face; she mouths the words, 'This isn't over.' Cut then to a commercial for Rightwing Nutjob brand mixed nuts, endorsed by the United States government.]