BB:  Coming up in moments, the storied United States Championship is on the line, as US Champ Hornet defends against current Presidential Champion "Triple X" Sean Stevens.

SB:  Can you BELIEVE what Powers just pulled off?  I have new respect for the man.

BB:  He just planted your BOSS.

SB:  I know, isn't it great?!

BB:  I don't think Merritt would be thrilled to hear you say that.

SB:  You mean we're on the air?  I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT POWERS JUST DID!

BB:  Fans, we've been told that Poison Ivy was attacked backstage during the commercial.  She's being tended to by the paramedics...apparently she suffered some pretty nasty gashes as a result of flying glass.  We'll update you on her condition as soon as we have more information.

SB:  Who's dumb enough to attack the FemiNazi?  At least I only do it verbally.

BB:  No matter what Kevin Powers may have just done, or what may have happened backstage, it can't compare to the horror of the match between Eli Flair and Troy Windham at ANNIVERSARY 2001.  Sick as it was, that match was declared a 'Match of the Year' on some internet fansites.  Since New Year's Eve, Windham has been recuperating from some severe injuries, and we've been wondering, once again, if he would ever step into a CSWA ring again.  Here's are some pretaped comments from Troy.

(CUT TO: Troy Windham, in his hospital bed. His neck is still in a brace and his hands are still in casts-- but they are no longer being held by supports. Troy is up and awake for the first time in weeks.)

TROY: Y'know, it's funny... for everything I've said and done over the years, for all the insults and for all the dastardly deeds, you'd think I'd end up in this place long ago. I mean, I have been in hospitals before... ya'll know how it is in the ring when you give 110 percent night-in, night-out. And I've even been in this very hospital right here in Sweetwater a few times... (Troy chuckles) A scraped up knee from messin' up on my Powel Perolta skateboard... a messed up hand from the time I busted out Karl Mitchell's Camaro Windshield when he was messin' with one of my many girlfriends... But I've never been in a hospital for a time this long. And when you're in a hospital for a long time, when you're unable to get out of your bed, unable to move your neck or your hands more than just a few inches at a time... you can't help but think aboutwhat you've done in your life and where you're going to go.

It seems the entire CSWA has changed since I fell into the blackness of sleep at A2K1. I've seen a replay of the match, and I gotta say... (Troy shakes his head in disbelief.) That was some twisted sh(BLEEP). No way I should have wrestled that match, no way I should have I gone in the same ring with Eli F'n Flair of all people... and there's no way I should be able to walk, write or shake a man's hand again after that match... let alone wrestle. (Troy pauses, letting the melancholy settle in.) A lot of stuff has gone on, and The Epitome has a lot on his mind and a lot he wants to share with ya'll.

First, I know my millions of fans are probably wondering where I stand, where the future lies for The Boy Troy. I've had a few surgeries the past few weeks... surgeries to improve the range in my neck, to repair my thumbs, repair six other fingers that were busted up, my broken wrists, skin grafts... on top of all that, I've also suffered from post-concussion syndrome and trauma from that match. And I've still got a few more times that I've got to go under the knife, and then I can start rehab.

It sounds grim and it sounds bad. The doctors have told me that what my body went through that night... it was like I was in 15 car accidents all at once. It takes a while to get better from all that... but you can be rest assured that Troy Diggiddy is done gonna get better. This kid from a small town in Texas has fought and scrapped his whole life... and I'm not about to give up the fight now. It could take months, it could take years... but all you good fans can go to bed easy tonight knowing that Mr. CSWA will not only once again return to the squared circle... but he's going to return 100 percent healthy. And when he does... well, you can also take note that after what I've been through, I'm never going to take what I've got for granted ever again.

Now, folks want to know what I was thinking in my match, why I didn't quit... the fact is, all my career I've been called a slacker who seeks the easy way out... that I was a coward looking to take short cuts. Well for the umpteenth time in a year, I stood across the ring from Eli Flair, the most intense competitor I've ever known, trapped in a cage. And piece by piece, he tore me apart... just like he said he was going to do. Eli Flair is the man who finally took out Troy Windham. It wasn't Mike Randalls. It wasn't Hornet. It wasn't any of the guys who've promised to do that time and time again my entire career who are no longer in this sport... It was Eli Flair, my oldest rival. It took Eli Flair's attempts to end my life... not the match, not my career, but my LIFE ... it took his attempts to snuff me out for good to finally bring out the best in me. No more running away, no more messing around. I had to fight for my life... and not only did I survive, but I did not say those words that everyone expected me to say... I did not say I quit.

So, Eli Flair... (Troy grimaces as he turns his wrist around slowly, turning it into a thumbs up.) For that I must thank you. I'm not expecting Christmas cards from you and I'm not expecting a birthday present from you either. But I will tell you this... my entire career, I have dismissed you and disrespected you. Eli Flair, that night in Greensboro, you showed me that you are indeed a man on my level, you are indeed a warrior of remarkable determination... and you are indeed worthy of my respect. My war with you is done, Eli... and while I may have lost the battle and I may have lost the ball... I've left our battlefield a changed person.

But it seems like another war is brewing. Eddy Love, my friend, my fellow Playboy... you know that there is nothing I would not give for you, a man who is a member of my family, a man who I trust like a brother. But I have to tell you and Sweet Melissa, a woman who I admire more than any other... what you did to Eli Flair at A2K1 was uncalled for. Eli Flair took your partner and your brother to the distance... for that alone, he deserves your respect. He does not need to receive a brick to the head... but, Eddy, while I must protest what you did, what's done is done. The war is going to continue between you two and I will not be able to help out... if you're going to win, E-L... it's going to take more than you've ever given in your illustrious career.

But Eddy, I must thank you for the security watching me. This is hard enough as it is, and I surely do not need any distractions from my goal to once again become whole physically. Mark Windham, my blood brother... I know that there is a lot that has happened with us through the years and we both know that there is also a lot more ahead. We come from two different walks of life and that's meant that we've had to butt heads. I know it must tear you up to see me like this... but it tore Eddy up more, which is why HE came to save my life. It was not you who did that... it was Eddy. Mark, I do not know where we stand. That will one day be figured out... but it's going to be settled on MY terms, not yours. When you were busy writing in your diary, I was busy creating a legacy right here in the CSWA. I think I've earned the right to determine when I can figure out our relationship... so please, for my sake, let me be. And one more thing... you tell that girl you're running with now to never put her lips on my cheeks ever again. I don't like her kind and she's only going to bring you trouble... but she does have a good rack, tho.

But while I'm in this hospital bed getting better... I'm going to be keeping my eyes out on a lot of things. One person you can BEST sure I'm going to be watching is the man they call Guns. Guns, a fellow Texan... (Troy shakes his head in utter contempt.) A man who is as embarrassing to this great state as Kenneth Lay is. He's come out here and boasted that he's going to tear the CSWA down brick by brick. Well, I find it curious that the day comes in to try and do that is the day Troy Windham had to leave the league for a little bit. Because, as we know, Guns could not and never has defeated The King. It was only a few years ago... in his hometown of San Antonio, in front of his wife and his kids... that Guns, the man who tried to take this league apart then, was stopped by the one person whose loyalty every questioned, yours truly. I beat him in the middle of the ring and took the CSWA World Title off of him and he quit the league the next day a broken man. Guns may be a name and he may talk big... but deep down inside, he knows that he always has been and always will be a second tier person compared to a real superstar such as yours truly. And I once again predict that I... the man they call Mr. CSWA... is going to be the one to send Guns out of the league... this time forever.

And the title that I won then... the CSWA World Title... it's been a prize I haven't had my eyes on in a long time. Like I said earlier, I left A2K1 a changed man, a man with new priorities... I'd like to be known one day what I've been called several times before... as the best wrestler in the world. Right now, our world champion is a kid by the name of Evan Aho, who can lay the claim to be the best in the world. Well, kid, it's going to be a longways away before I'll be able to wrestle at the elite level that you are currently setting... but if you're still the champ when I come back, you're going to have to defend your title against me... and you're going to find out that the best wrestler in the world is not from the state of Washington... but he's a resident from right down here in the heart of Texas... a place where I'm going to be for a long time until I'm ready to come back... but while I will be here, you will all know that my heart, my body, my soul is wherever the CSWA is. See ya around, folks. (FTB)

BB:  We'll be back with Hornet vs. Triple X!

(CUEUP:  The Rolling Stones 'Paint it Black')

BB:  Whoa, hold on a second.

(Gemini appears at the top of the stage, his face still covered in blood. He glares out at the crowd and strides down to the ring. He grabs a microphone from a technician and rolls into the ring.)

BB:  What's he doing here? I thought he was quitting!

SB:  You know, I joke about Mark Windham being crazy... but this guy's a flat out lunatic.  He oughta be in Green Valley... for life.

(Gemini paces the ring angrily, obviously ordering his thoughts. He stops and glares out at the fans.)

Gemini: Look at this. We got... what, about twenty thousand people here tonight? In San Diego? (Cheering.)

SB:  That's what we call, cheap heat.

Gemini: So that means that about twenty thousand people saw us chokeslam that little skank backstage? Right?

BB:  Apparently he doesn't realize that he wasn't televised.  (Crowd booing at Gemini.)

Gemini: And everybody saw us call out Eli Flair right?  (Booing.)  Well good. Because we have to tell you folks. We're tired. We're tired of fighting for respect. We're tired of chasing after a guy that claims to be the baddest mother on the planet yet seems reluctant to step in the ring. We're tired of hearing about how bad 'Total Elimination' is. Because we don't care if Eli Flair is retired yet again or not. We don't care if we hurt his Ring Bunny. We don't care if any one of you dumbass 
Californicators don't have a clue what the hell we're talking about. We *WILL* have Flairs head. And we *DON'T* care how many people we have to put 
into the hospital to have to do that.

BB:  As this lunatic finishes ranting folks, we're outta here.  We'll be right back.