Suddenly....bagpipes begin to play throughout the arena and a funeral procession begins to play as Squirrel Master walks slowly to the makeshift graveyard with priest in the arena.

Bob: Bagpipes??? Maroon wasn't scottish..

Fred: Maybe his name was McRoon..

He is wearing a black and white suit straight jacket. George is on his shoulder. They walk up to the mound and stop. Other XOW wrestlers, PsychoSexy, Bruiser, SexySamuel, Dravyn, Smoke, come out also, wearing maroon armbands, bring out the coffin set it on the rails gather around the casket as the music stops.

Squirrel Master: Tonight we finally put the body of Mr. Maroon to rest, George. He was a bright and brilliant man who's potential was cut short by the sudden loss of his life. I never had any matches with or against Maroon in all of our months together, but his disrespect for authority and Rowdy Humpers have done nothing but motivate me in our tenure together, George. It is a shame that a man with as much talent could not be around to display his potential, George. He was an outstanding champ in the XWF he brought life to the WCWF. Our EWA stint was short lived, but he was cut down in his prime here in the XOW, George. I hope that he can find the peace in death as he could not find in life, George. His memory shall be forever cherished.

Fred: BUT MAROON IS NOT DEAD, YOU IDIOT!!!

Bob: I couldn't agree more, Fred. Squirrel Master is Nuckin Futs…

Priest: Eric Daniel Maroon is now in the wrestling ring of our Lord. He is now holding the Championship Belt of The Lord. For there is no better prize in this world. The Lord took this life please use it best to your abilities. For Eric Maroon is a strong soul and shall serve you gratefully. Earth to Earth. Ashes to Ashes. Dust to Dust.

Bob: Quit moving..

Fred: But Maroon was FIRED!! He's not dead. We're wasting time here.

Squirrel Master: Now, George we can show everyone just a little what Maroon meant to us. By this dedication., now George..

Fred: What's going on??

Bob: I havent a clue..

In the corner of the arena a black tarp drops to reveal a maroon basketball jersey that says 'MAROON' and the number '1' on the back. Under the '1' it says 'mWo'.

Fred: Oh dear lord. The idiot retired his jersey..

Squirrel Master: Even though Mr. Maroon was never a true member of the mWo, George. He was there in spirit and will forever be our sixth man. I feel that this jersey, George will keep his spirit alive here in the XOW.

Priest: Now if we can all bow our heads for a moment of silence.

The ring bell starts the '10 Bell Salute'

DING!!!

'Head Like A Hole' by NIN blares the speakers as everyone looks up as Brad and Angi come from behind the curtian.

CROWD: ASSHOLE!!! ASSHOLE!!!

Fred: Whats with these idiots.. Brad and Angi are doing us a favor by stopping this mockery..

Brad: Squirrel Master.. you stupid idiot!! I didn't believe that someone could be as pathetic as you. Maroon is not dead.. As bad as I wish he was, he is not. He is not here in the XOW. I fired his ass and that is the way its going to stay.

Brad walks to the casket

Brad: I refuse to let this circus go on during my show. Maroon is not here. He wouldn't even come close to me after what I did to him.

Fred: He's going to open the casket..

Bob: It shouldn't matter.. No one should be in there..

Brad: Maroon is no more in this casket then I………..

A hush falls on the crowd then a loud roar when a hand extends from the casket and grabs Brads throat.

Bob: Oh my god.. Its…

Fred: Dear Lord. Anyone but him…

Mr. Maroon climbs out of the casket choking Brad with both hands. The crowd starts screaming.

Bob: He's alive.. He's Back.. He's Back!!! Mr. Maroon is back!!!!

Fred: Mr. Maroon was fired.. He shouldn't be here..

Maroon starts hitting on Brad in the chest and then power bombs him in the grave. Maroon then tries to push the casket into the grave.

Fred: He's trying to kill Brad..

Bob: It looks like Angi is trying to stop Maroon..

Maroon stands up and grabs Angi by the neck

Bob: Good Lord!!! He's attacking Angi…

Maroon slams Angi down and applies an armbar while pushing his knee in the back of Angi. Angi cries out in pain. Brad climbs out of the grave and sees Angi at Maroon's mercy. Brad starts running towards the two.

Maroon: Hold it right there you sorry son of a bitch!!!……… That's right.. Not another step or I'll snap her arm off..

Brad: Ok, Ma…ma…maroon what do you want??

Maroon: What do I want?!?!? What do I f[beep]ing want??? You should damn well know what I want you f[beep]ing bastard.. You took everything from me.. And Im going to take what you hold most dear from you… Right now if you take another goddamn step!!!!!

Brad: Ok, Maroon.. what do you want.. Just don't do anything stupid.. I'll do what you want… Just name it..

Maroon: Just name it huh?? Name it?? You know that your word is bulls[beep]t.. I wouldn't trust you even if I did have your chick like this… Not another goddamn step I said or Ill break this bitches arm off..

Brad: Easy now… what is it you want…Tell me.. Ill get it for you anything..

Maroon: I like that.. I like the fact that your basically pissing your pants to pamper me.. That's what I want… But you know what I want.. I want my contract back…

Brad: You know that there are better ways to do that then this..

Maroon: Im not finished… I want my contract back.. and I want my f[beep]ing life back again.. I lost too much jumping through your hoops and being the pawn in your goddamn game..Who the hell are you to play god.. Who the hell are you to decide my fate??

Brad: Fine.. that's fine.. just let Angi go…

Maroon: I'm still not finished…. I also want you Brad… I want you so bad that Im attacking this helpless chick.. I want you this Sunday… Im so pent up with rage right now that Ive waited this long.. I could wait 48 more hours… I want you at the PPV…

Brad: Ok.. good.. Ill face you at the PPV.. we'll have a match…

Maroon: Not good enough…. Im also tired of your running.. Im tired of your f[beep]ing games.. I get to the ring and I realize that Im facing two, three, four guys before I get to you… No nope.. Aint going to happen you son of a bitch.. You've run from me for the past month.. But not anymore… I want you in a steel cage match.. I beat you.. I get my contract.. you get me.. You will be rid of me for good..

Brad: Ok done… just let her go…

Maroon: One more thing.. You cost me my 'X-Treme Belt' I want another one..

Brad: Fine.. you can get a title shot after the PPV.. Whoever wins on Sunday..

Maroon: No, I don't want that one.. I want yours.. You took what was mine.. I want to take what you have.. I win.. I get my contract.. I get that IC Belt.. And I start rebuilding myself again..

Brad: Anything else…

Maroon: No.. I think Ive said all Ive needed to say.. You don't lay a hand on me until the PPV.. no one you care about will get hurt..You screw me.. I swear.. everything that your black heart holds dear in the world will suddenly stop breathing..

Maroon lets go of Angi and stands up. Brad runs to Angi as Maroon back away, with a smile on his face Bob: It looks like we have our IC Title match at 'To The X-Treme'…

Fred: But look at what he did to get it.. That Mr. Maroon is a punk.. He shouldn't even be here….

Two gun shots followed by 'Misrilu' blares through the speakers as Maroon raises his arms and the crowd cheers as he walks past Angi and Brad, a passed out Squirrel Master, George, a Priest and the other wrestlers.

Bob: Folks, we need to take a commercial break...

Bob: I can't believe what we just witnessed. Mr. Maroon has reurned to XOW and he almost killed Brad in the process.

Fred: He not all the way back yet!! He still has to beat Brad on Sunday! If everyone remembers back in the WCWF, Brad was at one time the World Champ!! Maroon will have his work cut out for him. Brad is a smart man, he just might have a surprise or two for Maroon come Sunday.

Bob: If you mean The Genlemen's Club, Fred...Well they've alreay got their hands full with that Triple Threat Tag Title Match. Besides, did you see the hate in Maroon's eyes when he walked past Brad.