The lights in the Blue Cross Arena dim. Pyrotechnics explode on the stage as D-Generation X’s music hits. The sold-out Rochester crowd erupts. SHAWN MICHAELS and TRIPLE H, looking confident and a little battered, make their way to the ring, soaking in the cheers. They both have microphones and are ready to address the WWE universe.

TRIPLE H: Rochester! (Crowd roars) It feels good to be standing in this ring tonight. It feels even better to be standing in this ring after what we did to those two dinosaurs, Scott Hall and Kevin Nash!

(Crowd cheers loudly. "DX! DX! DX!" chants start.)

SHAWN MICHAELS: You know, Hunter, for weeks, we heard 'em. Running their mouths, talking about the good old days, how they were gonna teach the Heartbreak Kid and The Game a lesson. Well, let me ask you, Rochester... who ended up getting schooled?

(Crowd erupts again.)

TRIPLE H: That’s right! We told everyone that this isn't 1996 anymore. The game has changed. The business has evolved. And D-Generation X is still at the absolute pinnacle! Hall, Nash, you boys brought the fight, I’ll give you that. You brought the cheap shots, the gimmicks, the whole nine yards. But when it came down to it, when the dust settled, it was the Kliq… I mean, it was DX… standing tall!

(Shawn Michaels chuckles knowingly.)

SHAWN MICHAELS: They talked about brotherhood. They talked about the Kliq. But what they forgot is that the most dominant, the most rebellious, and the most damn entertaining faction in the history of this business doesn't wear black and red or black and white anymore. It bleeds green and black!

TRIPLE H: So, to Scott Hall and Kevin Nash, wherever you’re licking your wounds, understand this: You wanted a war, you got one. And like every war D-Generation X has ever fought, we came out on top!

SHAWN MICHAELS: And if you’re not down with that, we’ve got TWO WORDS FOR YA!

TRIPLE H & SHAWN MICHAELS (and the crowd): SUCK IT!

(Their music hits again. They pose for the roaring crowd as the lights transition for the first match.)

MATCH ONE: DR. STEVIE RICHARDS vs. ULTIMO DRAGON for the WWE:RAW Junior Heavyweight Championship

(Dr. Stevie Richards makes his way to the ring, looking intense and focused with the Junior Heavyweight Championship around his shoulder. He’s met with a mixed reaction. Ultimo Dragon follows, a legend, receiving respectful applause.)

BOBBY CRUISE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 220 pounds, The WWE:Raw Junior Heavyweight Champion, DR. STEVIE RICHARDS!

(Richards smirks.)

BOBBY CRUISE: And his opponent, from Nagoya, Japan, weighing in at 183 pounds, the ULTIMO DRAGON!

(The bell rings. Ultimo Dragon uses his quickness and array of kicks to take the early advantage. Richards, however, uses his cunning and brawling style to cut Dragon off. The match is a back-and-forth affair.)

MICHAEL COLE: Classic styles clash here, Coach. The technical wizardry of Ultimo Dragon against the sheer intensity of Stevie Richards.

THE COACH: Richards has that look in his eye, Cole. He’s dangerous.

(Mid-match, Dragon attempts his signature Asai Moonsault, but Richards pulls the referee slightly in the way, causing Dragon to hesitate. Richards capitalizes, hitting a vicious Stevie Kick.)

(Richards covers Ultimo Dragon.)

REFEREE: ONE… TWO… THREE!

(The bell rings.)

CRUISE: Here is your winner and STILL WWE:Raw Junior Heavyweight Champion, DR. STEVIE RICHARDS!

(Richards stands over Dragon, a look of satisfaction on his face. He celebrates briefly before until a face lights up the titan tron.

(The camera cuts backstage. SHAWN SPEARS is pacing angrily in front of a locker. He’s red-faced and muttering to himself. He notices the camera.)

SHAWN SPEARS: (Scoffs) Dr. Stevie Richards? Winner? Are you kidding me? That guy… that lunatic… he’s a menace! He thinks he’s some kind of psychological mastermind. He’s got lucky! He somehow conned his way into that WrestleMania match! People like that don’t deserve success in this business. People who take politic, people who manipulate… it makes me sick. Richards, you got your win tonight. But don’t get comfortable. Some of us still believe in earning our victories. Your time is coming, "Doctor." Count on it.

(Spears storms off, still fuming.)

COMMERCIAL BREAK

(From break, the camera shifts to STEPHANIE MCMAHON’s office. She’s on the phone, looking irate. "STONE COLD" STEVE AUSTIN walks in without knocking, a cooler in hand.)

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: (Into phone) I don’t care what the excuses are, just fix it! (She slams the phone down and glares at Austin.) What do you want, Austin? Can’t you see I’m busy?

STEVE AUSTIN: Well, excuse me, Princess. Looked like you were about to blow a gasket. Figured you could use a cold one. (He cracks open a beer.)

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: What I need is competence! What I need is for people to do their jobs correctly! And speaking of incompetence and unfairness, I am still furious about WrestleMania! Trina Thompson… she was robbed! Absolutely robbed! And you, Austin, you allowed it to happen. You were completely unfair! You should be fired from being the “sheriff!” I don’t need nor do I want a sheriff.

STEVE AUSTIN: (Takes a long swig of beer) What?

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: Don’t “What?” me! Vanessa Kraven got a gift from you; you dragged me from that ring! Trina is a future cornerstone of this Women’s division, and her moment was ruined!

STEVE AUSTIN: (Shrugs) Looked like a fair fight to ol’ Stone Cold. One woman won, one woman lost. That’s how it goes.

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: (Scoffs) Unbelievable. Well, I’m not going to stand for it. Trina Thompson is going to get her rematch. And to make sure there’s a definitive winner, at the next pay-per-view, it’s going to be Trina Thompson versus Vanessa Kraven in a Last Woman Standing Match!

(Austin raises an eyebrow, then lets out a hearty laugh.)

STEVE AUSTIN: A Last Woman Standing Match? Well, alright then! Sounds to me like it’s time to put that feud to bed once and for all! Maybe then Trina can stop her damn whinin’.

(Austin takes another gulp of beer, chuckles, and offers one to Stephanie, who stares daggers at him. He shrugs and walks out, leaving Stephanie fuming.)

MATCH TWO: ROB VAN DAM vs. MARC MERO for the WWE:RAW Intercontinental Championship

("One of a Kind" blares through the arena as ROB VAN DAM makes his energetic entrance, high-fiving fans. The crowd is electric for RVD. "Marvelous" MARC MERO, accompanied by Lex Luger, makes his way out next.)

CRUISE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Battle Creek, Michigan, weighing in at 237 pounds, he is the WWE:Raw Intercontinental Champion, ROB… VAN… DAM!

(Crowd chants "RVD! RVD!")

CRUISE: And his opponent, accompanied by Lex Luger, from Buffalo, New York, weighing in at 235 pounds, "Marvelous" MARC MERO!

(The bell rings. Mero tries to showboat early, but RVD’s unorthodox style quickly overwhelms him. RVD hits a series of signature kicks and Rolling Thunder. Mero gets in some offense with his boxing background, landing some stiff jabs.)

Cole: RVD is just so unique, Coach. You can’t prepare for what he’s going to do next.

Coach: Mero’s got fast hands, though. If he can ground RVD, he’s got a shot. But that’s a big "if."

(RVD fights back, hits a springboard side kick, and then climbs to the top rope. He signals for the Five-Star Frog Splash. Lex tries to distract the referee, but RVD isn’t fazed. He leaps and connects perfectly.)

(RVD covers Mero.)

REFEREE: ONE… TWO… THREE!

(The bell rings.)

Cruise: Here is your winner and STILL WWE:Raw Intercontinental Champion, ROB… VAN… DAM!

(RVD celebrates his victory, the crowd going wild.)

(As RVD celebrates, the titantron flickers and STERLING JAMES KEENAN appears. He looks disheveled and angry.)

STERLING JAMES KEENAN: (Seething) Rob Van Dam… Mr. Monday Night… Mr. Pay-Per-View… Mr. Steal-My-Championship! You think this is over, Van Dam? You think you can just fly around, hit your little froggy splash, and everyone forgets who the real victim is?

(The crowd boos.)

STERLING JAMES KEENAN: I had that championship won in the Mania Rumble Match! I had it in my grasp! And you, with your flashy, undeserved popularity, you screwed me! You cost me everything! But that’s okay, Rob. Enjoy your moment. Bask in their adulation. Because I promise you, I will get my shot. And it will be soon. And when I do, there won’t be any Five-Star Frog Splashes. There will just be the harsh reality that Sterling James Keenan is better than you, and I will take what is rightfully mine and you’ll learn just like everyone else that was in my path that once you are in it, eventually you’ll STAY DOWN.

(Keenan’s shows his knuckles with the tattoo of those words as the image fades from the screen as RVD looks on, unfazed.)

COMMERCIAL BREAK

(A pre-taped video package plays. SCOTT HALL and KEVIN NASH are sitting in what looks like a rehab facility, both looking a bit banged up, Nash with his arm in a sling, Hall with ice on his knee.)

SCOTT HALL: (With a slight grimace) Hey yo. So, the Kliq… well, the OG’s… we took a bit of a beating. DX, you got us. This time.

KEVIN NASH: Yeah, yeah, big shocker. They couldn’t get it done on their own, but they finally managed to squeak one out. But let’s be honest, we ain’t exactly spring chickens anymore. These old injuries, they tend to flare up. My shoulder’s jacked, Scott’s knee is barking…

SCOTT HALL: So, we’re gonna do what any smart, seasoned veterans would do. We’re gonna take a little break. Nurse these injuries. Get back to 100%. But don’t get it twisted, D-Generation X. This ain’t over. Not by a long shot.

KEVIN NASH: Especially you, kid. Syxx-Pac. We saw you out there, palling around with your old buddies. How much money did it take? How many 8-balls was it worth to you? Shawn pretends to be a god-fearing man but we both know he watched your "One Night" video several nights a week. We think Hunter doesn't want another one made, so you got paid. You think we forgot about you turning your back on us? You think we forgot about everything? We got long memories, Pac. Real long.

SCOTT HALL: So, enjoy it while it lasts, DX. Because The Outsiders… we’ll be back. And when we are, it’s gonna be… (He struggles to do the hand gesture with his iced knee) …too sweet. Just… just give me a minute.

(Nash chuckles and shakes his head. The video ends.)

COMMERICAL BREAK

MATCH THREE: DIAMOND DALLAS PAGE vs. TOMMY DREAMER (Non-Title Match)

("Self High Five" plays as DIAMOND DALLAS PAGE makes his entrance to a huge ovation. He’s all smiles, slapping hands with the fans. TOMMY DREAMER comes out next, the hardcore icon, also getting a strong, respectful reaction.)

Cruise: The following contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Point Pleasant, New Jersey, weighing in at 253 pounds, DIAMOND DALLAS PAGE!

(Crowd chants "DDP! DDP!")

Cruise: And his opponent, from Yonkers, New York, weighing in at 245 pounds, "The Innovator of Violence" TOMMY DREAMER!

(The bell rings. Both men shake hands out of respect. The match is a hard-hitting affair. Dreamer brings the hardcore intensity, while DDP uses his veteran savvy and resilience.)

Cole: You gotta respect both these guys, Coach. DDP, a multi-time Champion, still going strong. And Tommy Dreamer, the heart and soul of hardcore.

Coach: DDP looks like he’s on a mission, though. Ever since he kicked Raven out of WWE:Raw, he’s been a new man.

(Dreamer goes for a table under the ring, but DDP cuts him off. They brawl on the outside briefly. Back in the ring, Dreamer hits a DDT, but DDP kicks out at two. DDP rallies, hits a Discus Clothesline, and signals for the Diamond Cutter. Dreamer pushes him off, but DDP ducks a clothesline and hits the Diamond Cutter out of nowhere!)

(DDP covers Dreamer.)

REFEREE: ONE… TWO… THREE!

(The bell rings.)

Cruise: Here is your winner, DIAMOND DALLAS PAGE!

(DDP helps Dreamer up, and they share a nod of respect. Dreamer exits, leaving DDP in the ring. DDP grabs a microphone.)

DDP: WOOO! Rochester, how you feelin’?! (Crowd cheers) You know, for a long time, there was a dark cloud hanging over my head. A bird of prey, if you will. That bird’s name was Raven! He tried to make my life a living hell! But guess what? I ran Raven right out of the WWE! (Crowd pops) And now, with that poison gone, DDP is feeling GOOD! I’m feeling POSITIVE! And I’m on a track, a one-way track, to the Heavyweight Championship! BANG!

(DDP throws up the Diamond Cutter sign as his music plays. The crowd is fully behind him.)

(The camera cuts backstage to GOLDBERG. He’s pacing like a caged animal, sweat glistening on his forehead.)

GOLDBERG: (Growling) For weeks, I’ve been hearing whispers. For weeks, I’ve been feeling eyes on my back. They say there’s a new monster in the WWE. They say there’s someone who can match my intensity, my power. Well, I’m not hard to find! I know who’s next… I’m waiting for who’s next! So, if you’ve got the guts…

(Suddenly, from off-screen, UMAGA storms into the frame and brutally drives his thumb into Goldberg’s throat – the Samoan Spike! Goldberg gasps and clutches his throat, collapsing to his knees. Umaga lets out a primal roar and then, with immense power, grabs Goldberg and hurls him THROUGH a nearby flimsy backstage wall. Plaster and wood explode everywhere. Umaga stands over the hole in the wall, beating his chest, as officials rush in to check on Goldberg.)

COMMERCIAL BREAK

MATCH FOUR: SID VICIOUS vs. LEX LUGER

(Sid Vicious’s menacing music hits. SID stalks to the ring, eyes wide, looking completely unhinged. The crowd gives him a mixed but loud reaction. Lex Luger’s heroic theme plays, and "The Total Package" LEX LUGER emerges, looking in incredible shape, posing for the fans.)

Cruise: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from anywhere he damn well pleases, weighing in at 317 pounds, SID!

Cruise: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 270 pounds, "The Total Package" LEX LUGER!

(The bell rings. The two powerhouses immediately lock up. It’s a stalemate. They trade massive shoulder blocks. Sid gains the advantage with clubbing blows, backing Luger into the corner. Luger fights back with a series of clotheslines.)

Cole: This is a bona fide clash of the titans, Coach! Two of the most powerful men in the history of this sport!

Coach: Sid looks crazier than a pet coon tonight! Luger better watch out!

(Luger gets Sid up for the Torture Rack. The crowd is going insane. Suddenly, THE BIG SHOW’s music hits! The 7-foot giant storms down the ramp, looking furious.)

(Big Show slides into the ring and immediately Chokeslams Lex Luger, breaking the Torture Rack. Sid stares at Big Show, then grins maniacally and attacks him. Big Show quickly overpowers Sid and delivers a massive Chokeslam to him as well!)

(The bell rings repeatedly. The referee calls for the bell, ruling it a no-contest.)

Cruise: This match has been ruled a no-contest!

(Big Show stands tall over both fallen legends, roaring. He grabs a microphone.)

BIG SHOW: For too long, I’ve been overlooked! For too long, people have forgotten who the most dominant giant in this industry is! You want power? You want destruction? You’re looking at it! Sid! Luger! Anyone else in that locker room! I am a WMD, and I’m back to claim what’s mine!

(Big Show throws down the mic and leaves the ring, a path of destruction behind him.)

COMMERCIAL BREAK

(The camera cuts backstage again. Chaos. The NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION UMAGA is on an absolute rampage. He’s throwing catering tables, smashing equipment. Security guards try to intervene, but Umaga easily tosses them aside like ragdolls. He shoves down a production agent and continues his path of destruction through the backstage corridors. Umaga lets out another terrifying roar as he disappears around a corner, leaving carnage in his wake.)

MATCH FIVE: SUMIE SAKAI vs. LOONEY LANE

(Sumie Sakai, the Joshi legend, makes her entrance to respectful applause. Looney Lane, a more eccentric and unpredictable wrestler, follows.)

Cruise: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Yokohama, Japan, weighing in at 128 pounds, SUMIE SAKAI!

Cruise: And her opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 135 pounds, LOONEY LANE!

(The bell rings. Lane tries some bizarre mind games early, but Sakai, the veteran, is unfazed. Sakai uses her technical prowess and stiff kicks to control the match. Lane gets in a few surprising offensive moves, showing flashes of unorthodox brilliance.)

Cole: Sumie Sakai is just so fundamentally sound. A true professional.

Coach: Looney Lane is… well, she’s Looney, alright! But you can’t take your eyes off her. That's why PJ Black has his eyes on her.

Cole: Also, why he's not in any title picture right now.

Coach: When you have hotness like her on your arm, does it matter?

Cole: Yes Coach, yes it does.

(Sakai eventually wears Lane down, hitting a fisherman’s buster followed by a top rope splash.)

(Sakai covers Lane.)

REFEREE: ONE… TWO… THREE!

(The bell rings.)

Cruise: Here is your winner, SUMIE SAKAI!

(Sakai helps Lane in an attempt to show of sportsmanship but Lane pushes Sakai down before leaving with PJ Black carrying her from the ring.)

COMMERCIAL BREAK

(The arena lights dim. A single spotlight hits the ramp. "Electrifying" hits the PA system, and the Blue Cross Arena absolutely explodes! THE ROCK, dressed immaculately, makes his signature charismatic entrance, slowly walking down the ramp, soaking it all in. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone.)

THE ROCK: (Pauses as the "Rocky! Rocky!" chants thunder) Rochester… (Crowd erupts again) Finally… The Rock… has come back… to Rochester!

(Another huge pop.)

THE ROCK: Now, The Rock knows there’s a lot of chatter. The Rock knows what’s being said on the internets, in the locker room, by all the jabronis out there. They’re saying, "Rock, you didn’t win the World Heavyweight Championship. Rock, you came up short. John Cena is a better actor than you." (The Rock smirks) And you know what? They’re right, except that last part, we know he can’t touch me there. The Rock stands before the millions… (And millions!)… of The Rock’s fans, a man who did not achieve his goal.

(A respectful silence falls over the crowd, mixed with some supportive cheers.)

THE ROCK: But let The Rock tell you something. Disappointment? Sure, a little. But defeat? The Rock doesn’t know the meaning of the word. This isn’t the end of The Rock’s quest for championship gold. This isn’t The Rock saying goodbye. This is just… a little pause. You see, Hollywood is calling. The Brahma Bull has another blockbuster to film, another mountain to conquer in a different kind of jungle.

(Some good-natured boos mixed with cheers.)

THE ROCK: So, The Rock has to step away for a little bit. Just a little bit! But let The Rock be crystal clear: The Rock is NOT leaving professional wrestling! This is not goodbye forever, this is just goodbye for now! The Rock will be back! And The Rock guarantees you, every single one of you, that when The Rock returns, he will once again climb that mountain, he will once again stand in this ring, and he WILL become the new Heavyweight Champion! IF YA SMELLLLLLLL… WHAT THE ROCK… IS COOKIN’!

(The Rock’s music hits. He poses on all four turnbuckles, the crowd cheering wildly. He gives a final salute to the fans before making his exit.)

COMMERCIAL BREAK

MATCH SIX: HAMADA vs. JEMMA PALMER

(Ayako Hamada makes her entrance, looking fierce and ready. Jemma Palmer, a newer talent, follows, looking determined.)

Cruise: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 140 pounds, HAMADA!

Cruise: And her opponent, from Manchester, England, weighing in at 130 pounds, JEMMA PALMER!

(The bell rings. Hamada immediately takes control with her aggressive, Lucha-infused style. She hits a series of stiff kicks and suplexes. Palmer shows resilience, getting in some offense with quick roll-ups and dropkicks.)

Cole: Hamada is just relentless. Non-stop action.

Coach: Palmer’s got heart, but Hamada is on another level tonight.

(Hamada hits the AP Cross, a devastating sit-out Michinoku Driver II, for the decisive pinfall.)

REFEREE: ONE… TWO… THREE!

(The bell rings.)

Cruise: Here is your winner, HAMADA!

(Hamada stands tall, looking dominant after her victory.)

Cole: I just got word in my headset that next week, Hamada will take on Sakai in a number one contendership match!

Coach: Wow, that should make every puroesu fan cream.

Cole: Don't ever say "cream" again.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

(The camera cuts to the DX locker room. SHAWN MICHAELS and TRIPLE H are icing down from their earlier promo, looking pleased. X-PAC enters, looking thoughtful.)

X-PAC: Yo! Great stuff out there earlier, guys. Hall and Nash, they still talk a big game, huh?

TRIPLE H: (Chuckles) They always did. But like we said, talk is cheap.

SHAWN MICHAELS: We backed it up, kid. Just like old times.

X-PAC: Yeah, about old times… and new times. I was thinking. You guys are obviously still at the top of your game, individually, as a unit… But you know what else DX was always good at? Stirring up trouble in all divisions.

TRIPLE H: (Raises an eyebrow) Where you going with this, Pac?

X-PAC: The Tag Team division. Think about it. The three of us… DX… going after the Tag Team Titles. Can you imagine the chaos? Can you imagine the fun? We could turn that whole scene upside down, DX style!

(Shawn Michaels and Triple H look at each other. A slow grin spreads across Shawn’s face. Triple H starts to smirk.)

SHAWN MICHAELS: (Nodding) Tag Team gold, huh? It’s been a while.

TRIPLE H: (Grinning broadly) You know what, Pac? I think… I think we are interested. I think we can definitely do it… (He looks at Shawn, who nods) …DX Style!

(All three of them do the DX chop.)

X-PAC: Alright! Let’s do it!

(They share a laugh as the scene fades.)

COMMERCIAL BREAK

MAIN EVENT: GOLDBERG vs. CHAVO GUERRERO JR.

(Chavo Guerrero Jr.’s music hits. He makes his way to the ring, looking serious and focused, ready for a fight despite the size difference. Then, Goldberg’s iconic music blasts through the arena. GOLDBERG marches to the ring, no pyro, just pure intensity. He still looks furious from the earlier attack, clutching his throat occasionally but looking otherwise undeterred.)

Cruise: The following is your main event of the evening! Scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from El Paso, Texas, weighing in at 205 pounds, CHAVO GUERRERO JR.!

(A smattering of boos and some respectful applause.)

Cruise: And his opponent… from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 285 pounds… GOOOOOLDBERG!

(The crowd roars as Goldberg paces the ring.)

(The bell rings. Chavo tries to use his speed and intelligence, going for Goldberg’s legs. He manages a few quick strikes, but Goldberg absorbs them. Goldberg catches Chavo with a thunderous clothesline.)

Cole: Chavo is fearless, you have to give him that. But he’s in there with a wounded animal tonight!

Coach: Goldberg looks like he wants to destroy someone, and Chavo’s the unlucky guy in the ring with him. After the attack by Umaga earlier, it’s insane that Goldberg is even out here!

(Goldberg dominates Chavo with pure power. Gorilla Press Slam. Chavo tries to fight back, even attempting the Three Amigos, but Goldberg powers out after one suplex. Goldberg hits a massive Spear!)

(The crowd is on its feet. Goldberg signals for the Jackhammer. He hoists Chavo up and slams him down decisively.)

(Goldberg covers Chavo.)

REFEREE: ONE… TWO… THREE!

(The bell rings.)

Cruise: Here is your winner, GOOOOOLDBERG!

(Goldberg’s music plays, but he immediately grabs a microphone, his voice hoarse but filled with rage.)

GOLDBERG: (Screaming) UMAGA! GET YOUR COWARDLY ASS OUT HERE! YOU WANT A FIGHT? YOU WANT TO ATTACK ME FROM BEHIND? COME FACE ME LIKE A MAN! UMAGA! YOU ARE NOT NEXT, YOU ARE RIGHT NOW!!!!

(Goldberg throws down the mic. He paces the ring, looking towards the entrance ramp. Suddenly, a horde of WWE security guards' rushes down to the ring, forming a line between Goldberg and the ramp.)

BRUCE PRICHARD: (at the ring entrance with a microphone, trying to be calm): Goldberg, stand down! We need you to calm down! Save this for the ring! You'll get your shot at the next PPV!

(Goldberg glares at the security and Prichard. On the titantron, UMAGA, is shown walking purposefully from the backstage area towards the arena.)

GOLDBERG: (Ignoring security) HE’S COMING!

(Umaga’s music hits. He appears on the ramp, looking like a savage and charges towards the ring. Security tries to intercept him on the ramp, but Umaga plows through them, sending bodies flying.)

(Goldberg has had enough. He starts attacking the security guards in the ring, easily overpowering them. He clears a path just as Umaga hits ringside and starts brawling with the remaining security there.)

(Both Goldberg and Umaga are laying waste to the security detail. They are throwing guards out of the ring, over the barricade. The crowd is absolutely unglued, a chaotic scene unfolding.)

(Goldberg and Umaga finally lock eyes amidst the carnage. They both roar and start to move towards each other in the center of the ring, tossing the last few security guards aside like dolls. They are inches apart, ready to collide in a monstrous brawl…)

(The screen suddenly cuts to black. The "WWE" logo appears.)

Voice of Michael Cole: MY GOD! Goldberg and Umaga are about to explode! We’re out of time! What a chaotic ending to Raw!

END SHOW