*** Fireworks explode and the crowd is on their feet as "When Worlds Collide" by Powerman 5000 begins to play. The GTW-a-tron lights up with the images of Brian Blade, SoulKen, and "Superstar" Stevie Graham in various matches during their GTW respective careers. Then, a shot of UOWN leader Brian O'Banion's face, and shots play of XXX and the Saxist, wrecking shop in the ring. Cut back to SoulKen, destroying just about everybody that his crossed his GTW path. Then, we see Blade and Graham again, this time fighting each other. Back to the UOWN... where we see O'Banion convincing the Saxist to join his cause, and later, XXX and Bruce Cornell. Cut back again, to SoulKen winning his shot to be the number one contendor to the GTW title. Then, clips play of both the Graham and Blade losing their respective UOWN title matches to the Saxist. Finally... the final chords of the song play, as we see the Saxist holding the UOWN title high... XXX displaying the GTW title... and Brian O'Banion, laughing an evil laugh in the middle. ***

Brian Papa: Good evening everyone... and welcome... TO GTW RAIDED!!!

*** The crowd is going nuts as we pan the arena... signs are all over the place... "ICE IS A CRYBABY"... "TE IS NO JOKE"... "UOWN 4 LIFE"... and "THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES HERR PROFESSOR"... we see the fireworks explode at the entrance ramp, and then pan over to Brian Papa and Tristan Crocker, dressed in tuxedos at ringside. Crocker, not surprisingly, is wearing a very ratty looking "Dirty Pair" t-shirt underneath his tux jacket. ***

Papa: I'm Brian Papa, alongside... FOR THE LAST TIME... my tag-team partner... Tristan Crocker!!!

Crocker: That's right Papa... truth be told... but yes, I have SOLD the GTW... and this is going to be my LAST show at the announce booth! And... the man I have sold the GTW to... is none other then the man sitting right next to me... BRIAN PAPA!

Papa: That's right folks... and tonight... a NEW ERA in the GTW begins! As...

Crocker: Wait a second Papa... you're not gonna start this show... without allowing me to introduce myself...

Papa: Oh great...

Crocker: It's the man of the hour, so sweet he can't be sour... TRISTAN... I may have sold the farm, but it got too heavy on my arm... I finally shook that rash, but have made a lot of cash... so you know what that means boys... tons and tons of CHICKS... and If I'm lucky, and they're feeling ducky... they'll go ahead and suck my...

*** Papa is silent. ***

Crocker: ... suck my... uhhh... Papa?

Papa: Heh heh heh... go ahead Crock. I'll let you say it this time.

Crocker: Really?

Papa: Really.

Crocker: Alright then... they'll go ahead... and SUCK MY DICK!!! HA HA HA!!!

Papa: Ladies and gentlemen... a class act if I've ever seen one... TRISTAN CROCKER.

Crocker: Thanks Papa... you know... over the last year... you haven't been SO bad.

Papa (obviously choked up): Well Crock... it's a shame to see you go pal... but I know you've got to do what you've got to do... and I've got to do what I've got to do... which is make sure that not only the GTW goes on... but LIVES ON... FOREVER.

*** Papa and Crocker are both silent for a moment. ***

Crocker: Well... we do have a show to do tonight Papa... don't we?

Papa: Indeed we do... and MY OH MY... what a show we have in store. As... tonight folks... not ONE world title... but TWO on the line!

Crocker: NOPE!!! One is a WORLD title Papa... but one is UNIVERSAL!!!

Papa: Indeed, indeed... as first... a little bit later on tonight... we will see the UOWN Universal title put on the line... as the Saxist defends against not only Brian Blade... but also, "Superstar" Stevie Graham!

Crocker: Yeah Papa... but don't forget...

Papa: Give me a break Crock!!! How could I forget??? UOWN owner... Brian O'Banion... being that the UOWN Universal Title DOES belong to him... he is able to make the rules for those title matches as he sees fit... and, he has decided that not only will HE be the special guest referee... but also, the NEWEST member of the UOWN... BOOM... will be a special ringside enforcer! How much higher could the deck be stacked?

Crocker: Hey Papa... all I know... is that Boom has said... he is going to make sure that this match is called right down the middle!

Papa: Are you kidding me Crock? Boom is going to call the match down the middle when he's got O'Banion to answer to? I doubt that... but... not only does the UOWN have their own Universal title to defend... but another member, the GTW Champion X-Citing Xian Xavier... faces his toughest test yet in the GTW... when he faces the seven foot tall PROPHET OF PAIN... as Brian O'Banion himself called him... BIG DADDY KICKASS... SOULKEN.

Crocker: That's going to be one hell of a match Papa... SoulKen has MANHANDLED everybody in the GTW! He's beaten Stevie Graham, he's beaten the Saxist... and it took a top-rope Sub-Zero onto a frikkin CHAIR from Ice to beat him! I don't think XXX can take him down! I HOPE he can... but I don't THINK he will!

Papa: Well... good to see you're as unbiased as usual Crock... but whether you want it to happen or not... I don't see how XXX can beat SoulKen... UNLESS the rest of the UOWN gets involved... you saw it and I saw it Crock... when SoulKen faced the Saxist a couple of weeks ago... he threw him around like a rag-doll!

Crocker: Well... if you remember Papa... at our LAST Pay Per View... at ICESTORM... The Saxist LOST to XXX... so I don't see how SoulKen defeating the Saxist means he will defeat XXX!

Papa: Well... if anything, it shows what a monster SoulKen is... but folks... before we get to EITHER of those two title matches... we've got a whole hell of a lot more to get to... and it begins...

CALM LIKE A BOMB!!!!

Papa: with a guest commentator!!!

Crocker: What??? On my last night!?

Ben Richmond: Ladies and gentlemen... please welcome, a co-holder of the GTW tag team championship... JACK FROST!!!

*** The crowd jumps to their feet... as the nseven footer makes his way to the ring... to the new music, being KMFDM's "ULTRA." Frost, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a Brian Blade X Hockey Jersey, enters the ring, raises his share of the tag championship high to a huge pop. He then heads out of the ring, grabbing a seat at the announce table... ***

Papa: Well, as we get ready for this next match... where the number one contendors to the tag team championship will be determined, we are joined by a co-holder of that title! Welcome Jack Frost!

Frost: Well... thank you Mr. Papa... Mr. Crocker.

Crocker: Frost.

Papa: Jack Frost... the seven foot monster... with the monstorous brain...

Frost: Ha ha ha... please, Mr. Papa. You musn't. I hate to hear comparisons of my acumen to that of my colleagues. After all... this is an athletic competition in which we are all entwined... not a mental one

Papa: Modestly said, Jack... so, focusing on this match... you've got to have concern here, as the winners of this match will be the next challengers to the GTW Tag Team Championship... which you and Brian Blade hold.

Frost: Well, Mr. Papa, as my good friend Brian is occupied with his Universial title contest scheduled for tonight... I've been chosen as the one to scout out our prospectice opponents.

Papa: Let's get to Ben Richmond... who will announce the rules of this unique contest.

DING DING DING!!!

Ben Richmond: Ladies and gentlemen... this next TAG TEAM TURMOIL MATCH... will determine the number one contendors to the GTW Tag Team Championship! The rules of this match are simple... first, two randomly chosen tag teams will do battle. When the winner of that fall is determined... then the next randomly chosen team will enter the match... and so on and so on, until only a single team remains!

Crocker: Eh? I don't get it.

Frost: Well Mr. Crock---

Papa: Forget it Jack... it's a lost cause.

Richmond: And now... introducing the first team...

IF YA SWALLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW...

WHAT THE ROD...

IS SHOOTIN!!!

*** Big crowd pop as "Tubthumping" by Chumbawumba starts up. ***

Richmond: Introducing first... he hails from Trenton, New Jersey... weighing in at 240 lbs... REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED RODNEY!!!

*** The crowd is on their feet as the Rod makes his way to the ring, wearing his usual red trunks and an "I DO NOT SUCK" t-shirt. ***

Papa: Well... here comes THE ROD... oddly enough, Rodney and his partner were SUPPOSED to be DEFENDING the tag team championship in this match... but after the Rod took the AMAZING 4-D on Slam... well, we had new tag team champions.

Frost: Red Rodney... the GTW competitor with perhaps the biggest heart. I've worked with Mr. Rodney before Mr. Papa... and I know as well as anybody, that this man does not know the meaning of the word "quit".

Crocker: Yeah... and do you know it, Mr. Smarty Pants?

Frost: Well Mr. Crocker... I couldn't recite Webster's definition for you... but I could say that---

Crocker: Don't worry Frosty... I know what it means. I don't need your accu-weather, or whatever you call it, to fill me in.

Frost: Accu-weather? I believe you mean---

Papa: It's OK Jack... just ignore him. That's what I usually do.

*** Another pop as "HOT" by KRS-One starts up... ***

Richmond: And his partner... from NEW YORK CITY... MAD DOG!!!

*** The crowd is on their feet as Mad Dog walks down to the ring, looking as hard as ever. ***

Papa: And here he comes... HIS ROYAL DRYNESS!!!

Crocker: Oh god...

Frost: A GTW Superstar, if I've ever seen one...

Papa: Indeed... Mad Dog... a THREE TIME former Hardcore champion... and of course, a former GTW Tam Team Champion with the Rod... looking to get another crack at that tag gold here.

Frost: A fine pair of opponents this duo would make... I'll admit, our match at Slam was quite a contest.

Crocker: Oh please... you actually think a team that has RED RODNEY on it would make good opponents? You've got to be kidding me!

Papa: Well... Mad Dog and Rodney a bit unlucky here... they have a LOT of teams to go through if they want a shot at those tag titles... but now... let's see which team they have to go through FIRST.

Richmond: And now... the second team... WARLORD... and BLAZAE!!!

*** The crowd boos as the hardcore duo emerge from the curtain, and stand at the top of the ramp. Mad Dog looks pissed, and yells for his old rivals to bring it on! ***

Papa: Mad Dog having a lot of history with these two! He's ready to take them both on... and HERE THEY COME!!! AND HERE WE GO!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Papa: Blazae slides into the ring and... BAM!!! Mad Dog nails him with an axhandle as he gets to his feet!!! Warlord... trying to step over the top ropes... and... BAM!!! Mad Dog greets him with a hard right hand!!! BAM!!! There's another!

Crocker: Ha!!! Warlord's straddling the top rope!!!

Papa: That he is! Not a good place to be... and... Mad Dog... grabbing the top rope... and... OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!!! Pulling it up and down... that cable is VERY unforgiving on Warlord's... umm... how do I say it properly?

Frost: Well... I guess you could say genetallia, Mr. Papa.

Crocker: Yeah... or use the technical term... BALLS.

Papa: Thanks Crock... Mad Dog now... rears back and... WHAM!!!! Clothesline knocks Warlord to the arena floor! Blazae now back up... as Red Rodney just stands back and watches... BAM!!! Mad Dog kicks Blazae in the gut! Pulls him in and... WHAM!!! ROCK BOTTOM!!! The cover!!!

1... 2...

Papa: And Warlord pulls Mad Dog off of Blazae from the outside!

Crocker: Jesus, the Rod is just standing there with his thumb up his ass!

Papa: That he is... as Mad and Warlord... on the outside... Mad Dog has grabs ahold of Warlord... BAM!!! A right hand!!!

Frost: Mad Dog is quite vengeful, I must say!

Papa: On the inside now... Rodney sees Blazae down... and is siezing the opportunity! He lifts the youngster to his feet... trying to imitate Mad Dog... going for the ROD BOTTOM!!!

Crocker: Give me a break...

Papa: The Rod has Blazae... and... OH!!! Blazae counters with an elbow to the head!!! Pulls Rod in... DDT!!!

1... 2...

Papa: And the Rod kicks out! Meanwhile... on the outside... Mad Dog is dragging Warlord all around the ring... BAM!!! Headfirst into the guardrail! And... BAM!!! Headfirst into the ringpost!!! And... BAM!!! Headfirst into the ringsteps!

Crocker: Jesus! That's like ten concussions right there!

Frost: I'll admit... Mr. Mad Dog DOES have an intense offense.

Papa: Mad Dog now... rolling Warlord into the ring... and... hey... wait a second... Mad Dog grabbing a chair... and THROWING it into the ring!!!

*** Big crowd pop! ***

Crocker: Hey!!! This isn't a hardcore match!

Papa: Mad Dog... grabbing ANOTHER chair... throwing that one into the ring as well! And now... in the ring... Blazae grabbing ahold of one of those chairs... waiting for Mad Dog to get into the ring... but wait!!! From behind... the Rod with a roll-up!!!

1... 2...

Papa: And Blazae kicks out!!! The Rod up... Blazae up as well... the Rod comes off the ropes... CLOTHESLINE!!! Blazae's back down!!! And... Rodney turns around... OH!!! WARLORD OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A BIG BOOT!!!

1... 2...

Papa: And Mad Dog breaks up the count!

Crocker: Jesus Papa... isn't this a TAG match???

Papa: The referee having a hard time gaining order here Crock, I'll admit...

Frost: Actually Mr. Papa... from what I was told... this match is to be fought under "Texas Tornado" style rules... meaning no tags are nessacary.

Papa: Well... thanks Jack... that sure does explain things. As right now... Mad Dog... sees Blazae groggily getting to his feet... charges from behind... WHAM!!! MAD DOG WITH A BULLDOG!!!

Crocker: Dammit!

Papa: Mad Dog has been ALL offense here... as...

Mad Dog: WHY???

Papa: Uh oh...

Crowd: CAUSE IT'S DRY!!!

Papa: Mad Dog ready to finish these guys off!!! He's pulling Blazae to his feet... onto his shoulders and... NO!!! Warlord pulls Blazae off!!! Blazae... falls to the mat... grabs one of those steel chairs... and... wait second Rodney has another... meanwhile... Warlord... throws Mad Dog into the ropes... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!! Both men down!!!

Crocker: Cripes!

Frost: Mad Dog has been controlling this match, I'd say... but Warlord is looking quite impressive as well.

Papa: Well neither looking impressive right now, as they both lay on their backs... and... wait... Rodney and Blazae both up, with chairs... they charge one another and... WHAM!!! DOUBLE CHAIRSHOTS!!!

Crocker: Ouch!

Papa: And... referee Bob Chesnut calling for the bell!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Richmond: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... the referee has ruled... that BOTH of these teams have been disqualified!!!

Crocker: What!?

Papa: Wow! That's gotta be a first!

Frost: Indeed.

Papa: Mad Dog... on his feet... obviously mad here... and... uh oh...

Mad Dog: WHY???

Crowd: CAUSE IT'S DRY!!!

Papa: Mad Dog... lifting Warlord onto his shoulders... and... look out... BAM!!! DRY WELL!!!

Crocker: Dammit! I hate that move!

Papa: Mad Dog... now... sees Blazae getting to his feet... and... OH NO!!! ANOTHER DRY WELL!!!!

Crocker: Crap!!! Get that idiot out of here! He's been eliminated!

Papa: Red Rodney now... getting to his feet... putting his hand onto Mad Dog's shoulder... and... WOAH!!! MAD DOG SPINS AROUND!!! Kicks his own partner in the gut... onto his shoulders... and... BAM!!! DRY WELL!!!

*** The crowd is going nuts as Mad Dog has pretty much flipped the hell out. ***

Papa: Geeze... Mad Dog is CRAZY!!! But... he has also been eliminated from this match... and it's time for our next two teams to get out here...

*** Boos as Corporate Empires theme plays... ***

Richmond: Introducing next... representing Corporate Empires... THOMAS STONFAN... and HOMICYDE!!!

Papa: Well... CE's representitives making their way out to the ring... this faction certainly unpopular... and we will see their in-ring leader... Erebus... go at it with Ice later tonight...

*** Cut to a shot of Mr. X's office backstage... where the head of CE watches his proteges make their way to the ring! ***

Papa: And there is Mr. X!!! Going to keep a keen eye on his team's performance here... as he has said he's grown tired of their failures... and both have some SERIOUS job security issues!

Crocker: I hope he doesn't fire them Papa! They do try, after all!

Papa: Well... they try, sure... but their results have always come up short... but let's see how they do here... against...

*** Crowd pops mildly as "Blue" by Eifel 65 begins to play. ***

Papa: Oh great...

Richmond: Introducing next... the nBo!!!

*** The crowd laughs as the Kid and the Blue Monster make their way to the ring... wearing their nBo t-shirts, but without their destroyed cardboard cut-outs. ***

Papa: Well... the nBo is down to just two...

Crocker: Hopefully we can get rid of these two as well.

Frost: Mr. Papa... I'll admit, I find the nBo quite humorous. Their numerous attempts to gain acceptance by the fans, it's reminiscent of a classic tragedy.

Papa: Well... we might be about ready to see a tragedy here... as... OH!!! Thomas Stonfan rocks the Kid with a spear!!! The Monster in... going after Homicyde...

Frost: Impressive move by Mr. Stonfan.

Papa: Homicyde and the Blue Monster trading shots... meanwhile... Thomas Stonfan has the Kid... BAM!!!! DDT!!! And the cover!

1... 2...

Papa: And the Kid kicks out! Stonfan... lifting him up... and... OH!!! The Kid with a shot to the face! Spins and... WHAM!!! High kick to the side of Stonfan's head!

*** The crowd laughs as the Kid waves his arms like a certain WWE superstar. ***

Crocker: God... I hate this guy.

Papa: The Kid... off the ropes... HIGH SPINKIC--- NO!!! Homicyde with a SHARP Karate Kick!!! The Kid is down... but... the Monster rolls up Homicyde from behind!!!

1... 2...

Papa: And Homicyde kicks out!

Crocker: God... who the hell booked this match?

Papa: Umm... no comment. The Monster now... coming off the ropes... BIG SPLASH ON HOMICYD--- NO! Homicyde rolls out of the way! The Monster up... turns around... right into Homicyde's hands!!! BAM!!! Implant DDT!!!

1... 2... 3!!!

Papa: And the nBo has been eliminated!

Crocker: Thank god... closer to getting this crap over with.

Frost: Mr. Homicyde proving his resourcefulness...

Papa: And now... the next team...

*** Crowd boos as Blacklight and Hazavu make their way to the ring... ***

Papa: Oh my...

Crocker: Wow... it just gets better and better, doesn't it?

Papa: The Big Friggin Deal and his tag partner on their way out... Hazavu, a former GTW Hardcore champion... slides into the ring, and WHAM!!! Nails Stonfan with a chop!

Crocker: Ouch!

Frost: I think Mr. Stonfan's chest is going to look a bit pinker after that...

Papa: Homicyde charges at Hazavu... NO!!! Hazavu ducks... puts Homicyde in a waistlock...

Crocker: More like a WASTE-lock in this match!

Papa: And... BAM!!! Hazavu with the German suplex!!! Meanwhile... Blacklight on the top rope... uh oh... here it comes... 3 1/2 STAR FROG SPLASH!!!

Crocker: Christ...

Papa: NO!!! HOMICYDE PUT UP HIS KNEES!!!! Blacklight bounces off... Stonfan... from the top rope... REVERSE BUFF BLOCKBUSTER!!! The OLD Nightmare! Hazavu now... kicked in the gut... Stonfan... powerbomb... into a styles clash!!! The NEW Nightmare!!!

1... 2... 3!!!

Papa: And Stonfan and Homicyde get another one!

Crocker: Good... closer and closer to the end of this...

*** Shot backstage... of Mr. X and some CE employees, applauding the progress of their team. ***

Frost: I'll admit... Stonfan and Homicyde are looking quite impressive here.

Papa: Well... let's see who they are facing next...

Richmond: Introducing next... Uriel and Azriel... THE DARK COVENANT!!!

*** Crowd pops as the two giants make their way to the ring. ***

Papa: Well... I think CE's run is going to end here... these two are HUGE.

Frost: Well... Mr. Papa, although I'm definately larger then most of my peers... I would like to interject that size does not always matter in a wrestling ring.

Crocker: Yeah, or as Papa hopes, in the bedroom!

Papa: Very funny Crock... as Azriel and Uriel make their way down... wait a second... Homicyde and Stonfan... these guys are getting excited... they both exit the ring... and charge their opponents!

Crocker: Please! Count them BOTH out!

Papa: And they are going at it on the entrance ramp! The referee... counting... and... wait a second... Uriel... dragging Homicyde back to the ring... and... rolling him inside... and now... entering himself... this could be it right here... Uriel his hand wrapped around Homicyde's neck... the referee still yelling at Azriel and Stonfan to come back to the ring... and... Uriel lifting Homicyde for the chokesla--- NO!!! HOMICYDE KICKS HIM WITH A LOWBLOW!!!

Crocker: Heh.

Papa: Homicyde... ANOTHER Implant DDT!!! Cover!!!

1... 2... 3!!!

Papa: I don't believe it!!! Corporate Empries... they are kicking ass here!!!

Crocker: All I know is... we're one step closer to this one being over...

Papa: Closer then one step Crock... here comes the last team!!!

*** Big pop as the MI2 theme starts up... and out walks TREVOR LONGLY AND HERR PROFESSOR!!! ***

Papa: And here they come!!! Both of these men will be RETIRING after this match! These guys are former tag team champions!

Crocker: Retiring? But what if they win Papa? Will they get the title shots?

Frost: I can speak for Brian when I say we would be HONORED to defend our titles against these two men.

Papa: Well... all four men in the ring! Here we go!!! Longly pairing off with Homicyde... and Herr Professor with Stonfan... and... BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!!! Delivering the right hands to CE in opposite corners!

Crocker: Please, end this match, please!

Papa: And... Herr Professor and Longly... calling to each other... opposite irish whips... and... WOAH!! Stonfan leaps over Homicyde!!!! Charges to Longly... OH!!! Longly sidesteps the spear!!!! And... Herr Professor... with a droptoehold to Homicyde... into an STF!!!

Crocker: TAP!!! TAP!!! End this PLEASE!!!

Papa: Longly now... lifting Stonfan... and... suplex coming up... NO!!! Stonfan slips out!!! From behind... REVERSE FACEBUSTER!!!

Crocker: Ouch!

Papa: And... Homicyde... charges to Konrad... BIG BOOT!!!

*** Crowd boos as CE has taken control... ***

Papa: CE... I can't believe this folks... but they might actually win this thing!

*** A shot of CE in their office, celebrating... all save for Mr. X, who is still silently watching the match on a monitor. ***

Papa: Stonfan and Homicyde... prepping Konrad for a tandem Suplex... BAM!!! There it is!!! And now... they send Longly into the ropes... BAM!!! Double clothesline!!!

Frost: Corporate Empires... I'm envious of their stamina, after already beating three teams.

Papa: And now... CE looking to finish it off here... Stonfan... and Homicyde... have Herr Prof in position for a double powerbomb... and... wait a second... from behind... Longly... WHAM!!! DOUBLE BULLDOG!!!

Crocker: What!?

Papa: Longly takes them both down... and... now... Kornard grabs Stonfan... pulls him up with a waistlock... Longly has Homicyde up as well... Kornrad... GERMAN SUPLEX WITH A BRIDGE!!! And... at the same time... Longly with a TIGER DRIVER!!! The ref counts!!!

1... 2... 3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

*** Big pop!!! ***

Papa: And... they've done it!!! In their last match... Kornad and Longly win it!

*** Cut back to the CE office... where all are silent... save for Mr. X, who is throwing things all around the room. ***

Papa: Well... Mr. X a little disapointed in his employees... but to be honest... I wouldn't be!!! These guys have done NOTHING for months... and tonight have come out here and beat THREE teams!!! There's nothing for them to be ashamed of!

Crocker: Yeah... but SECOND PLACE... isn't good enough for Mr. X! Trust me!

Frost: Well gentlemen... I must discuss strategy with Brian... so I must retire at this time.

Crocker: What? You're retiring too Frost?

Papa: Crock you idiot, he means he's leaving.

Crocker: Like I understand half of the things this braniac says Papa...

Papa: Well folks... Herr Professor and Konrad looking impressive here... the last time we'll see them in a GTW ring, unfortunately... but folks... certainly not our last match tonight... we've got a TON more to go... and we'll be right back with the Showcase title on the line!!!

*** Fade out... the the parking lot outside... where a limosuine rolls up... and the door swings open... ***

Papa: Oh great... the UOWN is here!

*** The crowd boos... as Brian O'Banion steps out first, fixing his jacket... next comes Boom... who slams the limo door behind him... ***

Crocker: Where's the rest?

*** The door swings open again, and out steps a VERY pissed looking Bruce Cornell, holding his hand... and walking briskly right towards Boom. Obviously, Boom slammed the door shut onto Cornell's hand. Cornell's rage is cut short, as XXX grabs him from behind... and he and the Saxist step out of the limo, trying to calm Cornell own. O'Banion looks a bit weary, while Boom doesn't even notice, going on and on about the old days in the UOWN federation... the Saxist mouths "I'm going to kill him" to O'Banion and we fade out... ***

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