["Dragula" by Rob Zombie begins to play again, startling all 3, but they eventually laugh it off and continue to taunt the crowd.]

JP: Mind Games, that's all it is. They're not here.

[Tempest is about to get out of the ring when suddenly the lights turn off. By this time, the first chorus has begun, which prompts silver pyro to make a "X" on the staging area. On the next Bass Drum Beat, the lights come back on, and standing on the rampway is a bandaged and bruised WEW World Champion, Microphone in hand.]

Sully: He's Here!

JP: He's tresspassing, damnit! Security!

Sully: Wait, just see what he has to say first.

JP: No, Damnit, get his ass out of the arena, and send him back to the cheap, low budget federation he came from!

Tivelli: Greetings, Tempest. Enigma. Hobo. Welcome to a taste of your own medicine. Last week, you insulted me, you insulted my championship, and you insulted my company. So I decided to take a plane to your little television show to see what the fuss is all about. Let me ask you this, if the MWF is so superior, why did Flashman and Chris Michaels defeat your federation not once, but twice? And to be honest, since I've defeated Flashman and Michaels, I'm sure that If we set the right place and the right time, I could easily defeat any MWF Wrestler in the back, or even you three amateurs in the ring. So why don't you come down here and finish the fight you started?

JP: Yes! Hit him! Knock him out, damnit!

[Tempest calls for a microphone, which is thrown to him by Peter Santos.]

Tempest: Mister Truth, you should know by now that fighting 3 on 1 is not our style.

Tivelli: Well I could always bring some friends for a fight.

Tempest: So you want a war? Well you've got a war. But where was your army, your friends, when you were getting attacked and humiliated by us last Thursday? What about now? You're all alone, in a MWF Arena full of people who would love to rip you apart. Where's your army? Where's your backup?

[The crowd begin to stir and begin to boo as the camera picks up 3 men running through the crowd. They leap over the security guardrail as the crowd's jeering gets louder.]

Sully: Wait a second, they're..Hitman..

JP: ColdFire..

Sully: And M-Unit! WEW Stars!

JP: Turn around!!

[By this time, the three WEW Monsters are slowly getting into the ring.]

Tivelli: Well If I was you three, I'd watch my back.

[As if on cue, the three WEW men attack Tempest, Hobo and Enigma with Chairs, as the crowd chant "MWF! MWF!" and "WEW Sucks!" as CT just laughs at the opposite reaction to last Thursday.]

JP: Somebody, Rat, Wayne, Walker, get the roster out here!

[The crowd's reaction changes almost immediately as Doomsday and Thunder Bull leads a combination of MWF Faces and Heels out to counter this attack by WEW.]

Sully: Here they come!

JP: Yes! Go MWF! Thunder Bull and Doomsday are acting together for this!

[The roster chase CT, Hitman, ColdFire & M-Unit out of the ringside area. The 4 WEW Wrestlers run our through the crowd]

Sully: The Battlelines have been drawn! This is War, and no company will ever be the same again!

[A Camera catches up with the 4 as they run onto the streets, where Prez Harlum is waiting for them next to a WEW Limo, which drives into the distance as we go to commercials.]

---Commercial Break---

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