The dust from the World Championship match dust had settled, but backstage in the Meadowlands, an ever constant struggle continued…as it has for the past ten years.

CSWA staffworkers stood outside Chad Merritt’s door listening to the heated argument, the screaming, the obscenities. As soon as Mike Randalls’ Unified Title unveiling had gone off the air, he immediately walked straight towards Merritt’s office. Why wait for the guillotine to drop on your head? Another of Randalls’ genius mantras on how to live, apparently.

Luckily for both men, Poison Ivy knew that Randalls wouldn’t waste time in finding Merritt. After all if you listened closely when the Unified Title dropped in on PRIMETIME – you would’ve heard Merritt’s brain pop in anger…Ivy arrived five minutes before Randalls in anticipation of this moment.

“YOU CAN’T SET YOUR OWN RULES HERE!”

“I’ve told you I WON’T play by yours! And if you can’t accept that, FIRE me.”

“IF I COULD, I WOULD RIGHT NOW!”

At that moment, Merritt’s door busted open – with Poison Ivy pushing Mike Randalls out of the room. Merritt walked out red-faced and fuming, “Get back in here, we’re not done!”

Ivy turned around with a pleading expression on her face, “Chad, let me just talk to him…I think I can get through to him better…maybe smooth this out, you’re just a little sh—“

“There’s nothing to talk about, Aho signed a contract.”

“Mike, just shut it for a second.”

Merritt took a deep, venomous breath…”Fine, talk to him. I’ve tried to get through to him for ten years about the rules of this company, don’t think YOU’LL do any better. But whatever game you're up to, Mike, you've got until CSWA15 to end it. After that, no more.”

Merritt walked back inside his office, slamming the door. He couldn’t fire Mike Randalls... not yet. But as that door shut he vowed to himself to make sure he wouldn’t be here much longer.

BB: That's all she wrote, folks, thanks for--

hail mary full of grace the lord is with thee blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb jesus holy mary mother of god pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death amen

SB: What's--?

BB: Eli Flair is headed back to ringside! What's he doing?

"No virgin me, for I have sinned. I've sold my soul for sex and gin"

SB: Didn't we have enough of this guy tonight?

BB: One match? That's no more than usual, Sammy.

"Go call a priest, all meek and mild, and tell him 'Mary is no more a child'"

BB: Eli has retrieved a microphone from Rhubarb, and he's pacing the ring to a huge ovation!

ELI: Two in a row, aye?

(Cheers from the fans)

ELI: Y'might be bracin' yourselves for when the other shoe drops, but trust me... it ain't.

SB: What's he talking about?

ELI: The CSWA... is back.

BB: Indeed it is, Sammy!

"Love is a flame that can't be tamed... and though you're its willing prey, my darling... we are not the ones to blame..."

SB: Uh- oh.

BB: Mark Windham is on his way to the ring, and you can bet he's got some choice words for both Eli Flair and Poison Ivy.

SB: Too bad Feminazi didn't stick.

ELI (to Windham): Bring it, freakboy.

BB: I don't think he had to say it - Windham is still moving. WINDHAM SLID INTO THE RING AND THEY'RE FIGHTING IT OUT! These fans are going crazy!

SB: Damnitt! She's back!

BB: Ivy has returned, and she's wielding two Singapore Canes! CANE TO WINDHAM'S KNEE! She just tossed one to Eli, and they're switch- hitting!

SB: This is...

BB: Windham was blindsided by Ivy, and he's completely defenseless! Shot after shot, they're showing no mercy!

SB: An impartial person might say he deserves it. But does anyone?

BB: Eli with the microphone again?

ELI: You've had this comin' since Anaheim.... b****.

BB: Windham is down--

(The lights suddenly flicker... and fade)

SB: DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!

(Suddenly, the lights return. The fans are all more or less in their places, Eli Flair and Poison Ivy are both on the outside in the middle of the aisle looking around haphazardly, and Windham is slumped in the corner--)

BB: You're a little disturbed.

SB: THAT is a little disturbed.

(CUTTO: the ring, where Windham is staring, blankly, at two smoking bodybags in front of him. Outside, Eli and Ivy look just as confused at the incident... FTB)