Hybrid Championship Wrestling

We see Josh Mathews backstage with Fusion commentator and the man who had interviewed Hulk Hogan, Steve Corino.

Mathews: Steve, I just wanted to get a comment on what we saw before Fusion tonight.

Corino: Josh, there are three sides to this story. There is Foley's side...and there is the right side, Hogan's side. I believe that Hogan spoke nothing but the truth, his legitimate concerns and frustrations coming out in our interview. I believe every word he said. And so should you.

Corino walks off without letting Mathews speak.

(Hart sees Hogan's interview on Fusion. He takes a moment to compose himself. He takes a deep breath and smiles)

Hart: Hulk Hogan is the single greatest human being in HCW history...oh yes he is. I'm not mad at him at all. I've never been happier because this means that Hogan saw what I saw. He saw the NWO as a horrible thing destroying this company especially my own life. They didn't deserve to exist anymore.

You see Hulk. I see clearly in front of me. I blame you for nothing. You and I saw what mattered. The NWO needed to die and Mick Foley is an absolute worthless piece of crap because of it. Mick was responsible for everything that happened. I'm even happier now that I put the dagger into the NWO. You are a great man, Hulk. You were a good man and people don't see it. People are too blind to see what's good for the company and what's good for other wrestlers. You made the right move. I made the right move. We are the true heroes of HCW whether people won't admit it or not.
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(Heenan is with Vader backstage)

Heenan: This war with Umaga is just heating up! You want to keep poking the Mastodon Armando!? You'll regret everything once Vader gets his hands on both you and Umaga!

Teddy Long walks up to Foley's office and finds a surly Titan standing at the door with his arms crossed.

Titan: He wants to be left alone.

Teddy Long: He will talk to me playa. Now step aside.

Titan doesn't budge.

Long: Keep every one else out if you want playa, but I am the Voice of the Board of Directors. He will see me.

Just then the door opens to show Foley look out to see what the commotion is.

IC: Let him in Titan. No one else. Let me know if Coach or Angle or even Jr stops by.

Titan nods and steps aside. Teddy Long goes into the office and the door snaps shut, not letting a camera in.

A few hours later The New Nation of Domination stops at the door. Titan refuses to let them in.

Rock: You do know that I can move you if I need to right?

Titan: Look, he needs time. Teddy has been in there with him for hours. Let him be for now. When he is ready, I am sure he will find you.

Burke: Alright, Alright. We get it. Come Rock lets go.

As they turn, Renee Young walks up to them for an interview.

RY: Congrats on your win the other night guys!

Burke: We appreciate all that Renee, but now is not a good time.

RY: No problem I am here to see if you have any words about the words Hogan said about nWo before Fusion aired. So, being both Former members of the team, what is on your minds at this time?

Rock: A lot is on our minds. Most of all, I would like to deliver the mother of all Rock Bottoms to that Jabroni Hulk Hogan!

Burke: Yeah, it seems that he and Bret Hart have their heads up their butts a lot further than we thought. Bret Hart is sitting there all giddy and happy and forgetting that it's me that he is defending his Global Title against. He forgets that before he got his hands on that Gold he faced me twice on Fusion and both times I won. I got his number and at Ladder Wars, that belt is leaving with the Pope.

RY: But what about Hogan's words against nWo?

Rock: Look, its safe to say that we are not happy. At all. But I think Mick would appreciate it if we kept our mouths shut until we have spoken with him about it. No point in throwing tinder on an already roaring fire, you know?

Burke: I will say this though, despite what the old orange overgrown oompa loompa says, despite our pasts, we were good for nWo. We were its strength. Mick saw and still sees the good in people, and that is what he saw in us, or he would not have had us in the team at all.

Rock: That is all we should say for now.  Renee, see you later.

Burlke and Hogan walk off as Titan and Renee exchange looks.

Angle pulls his phone and calls a number.

Angle: Steve... Who gave you the order to go do that interview? I don't remember me giving you any approval about it...

Angle: At least, that's a better response than "He gave me money to do it"...

But you could at least have shown better judgement, Steve... Especially with those comments you've just made after the interview... Remember that you must stay objective outside of the commentary booth at all time. The next time it happens, you'll immediately be suspended without pay.

Just be careful and keep doing your excellent job as color commentator, okay?

Angle: I'll see you in Germany, then.

Angle closes his phone and goes to Foley's office, hoping to catch a word with him although he figures that Foley must be nowhere near a mood to talk.

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Bryan is recovering from what happened at the start of Fusion.

Bryan: All that stuff from the Ministry can be scary... I will need to be careful from now on... But I still don't have an opponent yet for Ladder Wars...


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The Golden Generation is on their private jet on their way to Germany, where the next Fusion show will be.

HHH: Fusion wasn't a perfect night but at least, the guy who cost us perfection on that night once again got reminded of who's playing the Game here...

Shield, don't get on your high horses because you've won a match with the help of Randy Orton... It just proves that you are afraid of what will happen when we'll have your contractual rematch for the Synergy Tag Team Titles. We won't be content of beating you again... We'll put an end to the Hounds of Justice...

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Jacobs sees Shamrock's message while backstage and laughs it off.

Jacobs: Oh Shamrock, don't you get it? You can't beat us, even if we weren't at ringside. You lost because we are better than you. And any of us can beat you in any situation. We are better than you, Shamrock...and we always will be.

Shamrock: Well, Jimmy... If you want to prove that, just step forward and enter my playground... But wait, I already know the answer to that question. But you ain't booking anything for Collision and I ain't either.

Coach, just give me any member of S.C.U.M. in a true one-on-one match so that I can prove to them that last week was a mistake and that their fate is no longer in their hands...

We are in the 02 World Arena in Berlin, Germany for Collision. The Germans are excited as hell for the upcoming show. Every individual in the building has certain predictions, expectations, and aspirations.  Some are excited to see The Shield, others want to see The Steiners.  Of course there's The Rock, Bret Hart, and obviously... the HCW Champion: JEFF HARDY!  It's a good time to be an HCW fanatic, enthusiast, follower, member, or occasional viewer.  All is good; good is all.  When then suddenly... out of absolutely nowhere, with no forewarning whatsoever...



The fans lose their stuff.  Not because MVP was ever a big deal in HCW (because he wasn't) but because it was just very shocking to have him show up out of nowhere.  Just like that he walks past the curtain wearing a very nice suit, and makes his way into the ring.  He grabs himself a microphone and addresses the German crowd who greet him with a very generous pop.

MVP:Oh hell yeah! Hell yeah! Yo, Germans how we doin' up in here? We good? Y'all havin' a good time?  Y'all enjoying y'allselves?

The fans respond positively like "ja, ja, ja, ja."

MVP: Yo, I gotta say it feels good to be in Germany!

FANS: Ja, ja, ja, ja! We liebe you, man.

MVP: Yo... I got so many Hitler jokes right now.

Wait what?  Did he just say that?  In the blink of an eye the entire arena falls silent, gasp, $#!+ their pants, and boo the hell out of MVP.

MVP: Oh... that's my bad, y'all.  Is that a sensitive subject?  Did I do wrong in mentioning it?  Am I a tasteless b@stard for that?  I sincerely do apologize from the bottom of my heart.  Seriously, my bad...  please don't put me in a gas chamber, I beg of you!

Woah!  This is so wrong.  The fans look disgusted.  They paid money for this?

MVP: Hahaha.  That's my bad, yo.  That last one slipped accidentally.  My mouth just ran off by itself, I'm sorry.  It happen sometimes.  No, but changing topics a lil' bit... wazzup Germs?  How are Jew guys?

The fans boo endlessly.  A portion of the crowd even stand the hell up and get out of the arena.  This is insulting.

MVP: Hey don't leave, y'all.  It's all in good spirits.  Come on, chill.  No seriously... I'm back!

Nobody cares.

MVP: My name is Montel Vontavious Porter, otherwise known as MVP, and I am the Best in the World At What I-- oh hold up... that ain't my thing, huh?  Oh, I remember now... My name is MVP and I'm Comin'!

Nah, for years I've been sayin' "I'm Comin'" but I ain't comin', I'm already here, mo'fos!  Okay, let's get down to business, why am I here?  I could stand here in front of y'all and say that I'm here to save y'all from the boring product that HCW produces nowadays.  I could also say that I'm here to tear up the competition, kick ass and take names.  I could even say that I'm here to kick ass and chew bubblegum but I'm all out of bubblegum.  I could say those things, but I won't.  Truth be told I'm just here, in Berlin, to concentrate.  See, I haven't been able to concentrate for a while and I heard that in Germany y'all got camps for that, huh?  Get it?

The crowd is furious! MVP is having the time of his life!

Man, it's fun to mess with you Nazis!

The fans hate this jerk!  We see security struggling with some pissed off fans.  MVP laughs but suddenly drops the smile when...



The crowd pops.  Another surprise.  The World's Strongest Man makes his way down the ramp and into the ring, mic in hand.

MVP: Oh $#!+.  Mark Henry to what do I owe this, uh, pleasure?

WSM: Shut the hell up, b!tch!

Oh hell nawww!  It's about to go down and the fans know it.

WSM: Heads up, dawg.  You talkin' a whole bunch of sh!t that I ain't tryin' to hear, punk.  Matter of fact, ain't nobody trynna hear that sh!t!

MVP: Nah dawg, you don't understand--

WSM: I said shut up, b!tch!  Hey lil' stupid, don't make me lose it, dawg.  You ain't want none.  Trust me.

MVP: Hey, no disrespect intended brother--

WSM: I ain't your brotha, punk.  You want what with me?  I'm gon' tell you one time don't f*ck with me!  Get back, 'cause I ain't got nothing to lose, I'm having a bad day don't make me take it out on you.  See, you're back, good for you.  But guess who's back as well too similarly the same.  The World's Strongest Man, G.

MVP: Hey, that's cool man, but--

WSM: But nothin'! Shut up 'fore I split your wig.  Man, I don't want to do that.  I'm just trynna have a good time and enjoy my jack, sit back and watch the beautiful German women get drunk as hell so I can wake up in the mornin' wit' a story to tell.  I know it's been a little while since I've been in the house but now I'm here and you wanna stand around runnin' your mouth?  I can't hear nothin' your spittin' or sayin' so wazzup?  Can't you see we in Berlin, man shut the f*ck up!

The fans pop huge.  About time MVP shut his mouth.  He looks like he wants to cry.  The tension is tensely tense as is Tensai was intense with an immense sixth sense under pretense of offense, hence, it's common sense.  What?  Point being these two large black men, one twice as large as the other, are eye to eye about to throw down.  Then everything boils over...

WSM: And you know what?  Enough with the Nazi jokes... they make me führerious!

Both men break out laughing and the crowd realizes they're working together.... ugh.

WSM: I couldn't contain my laughter, dawg.  I'm sorry.  I got more, though.  Ready?

MVP: Yeah, go ahead.

WSM: Three jews walk into a bar... just kidding, it was a gas chamber!  Hahahaha!  Nah, real life though (Ghetto Lesson #1- the phrase "real life" is an expression used to convey that you are about to speak about very serious matters, you're welcome HCW) how much did the holla cost?  Hehehe... get it?

Both men laugh like fools.

MVP: A'ight dawg.  Enough, enough... let's head to the back 'fore these Germs gas the hell out of us.  'Fore we leave though, I'll say this... The World's Strongest Man, Mark Henry and The Most Valuable Player, MVP are here... and we're here to stay.  Like it or not, y'all are gon' have to get used to it.

Both despicable men head off to the back.