[The referee quickly calls for the disqualification after Jack Norman's attack,
but the worst is yet to come. Butch Manson and Dick Douglas enter the ring and 
begin stomping away at David Wright Hubbard's fallen body as the crowd boos. 
Finally, Jack Norman picks David Wright Hubbard up and sends him crashing to 
the mat with a bodyslam, which Butch Manson follows up with a legdrop. The 
crowd boos, and their boos get even louder as Crimson gets to his feet.

Jack Norman picks David Wright Hubbard up again, and this time puts his hand to
his throat, intending to give him a Chokeslam. But before he can do it, much to
his confusion Crimson steps forward, motioning for him to stop. Jack Norman 
hesitates, and Crimson places his own hand on David Wright Hubbard's throat, 
above Jack Norman's. The two big men exchange a glance, then pick David Wright 
Hubbard up and drill him into the mat with a double Chokeslam as the crowd's 
boos increase still further in volume.

But those boos suddenly turn to cheers as the Wrecking Crew, Blade and Rock, 
run out of the backstage area, wielding chairs, followed a few steps behind by 
the Annihilators, who are likewise carrying chairs. Butch Manson, Jack Norman, 
and Dick Douglas immediately think better of this fight and bail out of the 
ring, but Crimson remains inside, and charges the Wrecking Crew as they come 
in, only to take a chair thrust to the midsection from Blade, followed by a 
chairshot to the head from Rock. Crimson staggers back, but doesn't go down... 
until the Annihilators climb to opposite turnbuckles, still carrying chairs, 
and jump off simultaneously, giving him a double flying chairshot to the head. 
Crimson falls hard to the mat, laid out by the double chairshot, and Hell's 
Bikers immediately reach into the ring to grab his wrists and pull him out, 
then begin to help him walk backstage. Meanwhile, David Wright Hubbard has 
pulled himself up inside the ring with some difficulty, and acquired a 
microphone.]

       D.W. Hubbard:  You want a gang fight!? I got one for you, you big dumb 
son of a bitch. Get your three biker boyfriends together, pick up some other 
slob like the One Man Gang, and at Gang Wars, get in the ring so the five of us
can kick your asses!!

[The crowd cheers loudly; halfway up the entrance ramp, Crimson stares vacantly
into the ring for a few minutes, then snaps and tries to run to the ring. It 
takes all that Butch Manson and Jack Norman can do to hold him back, one on 
each arm, as he shouts incoherent insults at David Wright Hubbard, and the show
goes off the air.]