18th february: Valentines Massacre

["One Taste" Poison]

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Pyros surround the ring and quickly lead up to the entrance ramp, bursting in flares as the fans scream out “XVI! XVI! XVI!” Ladies and gentlemen, The Valentines Day Massacre is finally here!

Ozzy Osbourne:
Welcome, folks and thank you for joining us! I’m Ozzy, alongside Lil’ Jon!

Lil’ Jon:
This is history in the making, Ozzy!

Ozzy:
Indeed it is Jon!

The lights dim down a little as the PA sytems turns on blasting Dr. Dre's The Next Episode 2006 over the loudspeakers, the curtains stir and out steps none other than Ashley Dickinson wearing his usual in ring attire which consists of blue jeans and chuck taylors. Ashley walks down to the ring a confidant stride in his step, he checks his hands which are wrapped up in tape. He smiles and then gets into the ring by leaping onto the apron and then gracefully ducking under the ropes. He points up at the sky with one finger and then drops to his knees as an array of blue pyrotechnics go off from the aprons around the ring. Ashley stands up and waits for his opponent in the ring pacing back and forth.

Pyros flare ineffectually, some unknown piece of music blares over the PA, and Ironman walks down the ramp and rolls into the ring.

Both men stand toe to toe mid ring, then Ironman just grin and whips a right slap across Ashley’s jaw, sending him reeling in shock. Face flushed, Ashley spins, sending a full armed slap back at Ironman, knocking the taste out of his mouth. Ironman takes a step back, checking his lip for blood, then lashes out and knocks Ashley to the canvas with a vicious right. Ashley bounces back, and runs into another right hand, and another, and another. Ashley hits the deck again, and Ironman straddles his chest, one hand holding Ashley’s head whilst the other rains blows down onto his skull. Ironman stands up and showboats to the crowd, Imitating drinking a beer. Then his grin turns to shock as he’s pitched forward, a dropkick from Ashley cannoning him into the corner turnbuckle. He rebounds back, and Ashley rolls him up for a quick schoolboy pin.

1..

Ironman rolls through, then launches forward, dropping Ashley with a powerful clothesline.

Lil Jon:
That has got to hurt!

Ozzy:
He’s getting up, though.

Ashley regains his feet, ducking a hasty lariat by Ironman and bouncing off the ropes, only to be caught in a samoan drop! Ashley rolls on the floor as Ironman gets to his feet and grins again, stalking him like a leopard. He picks Ashley up by the head, clubbing a forearm against his skull, then shooting him into the corner, following in with a back elbow. He walks forward, arms raised as he showboats again, while Ashley falls to the floor, his lip split and bloodied from the elbow.

Ashley gets to one knee, and as Ironman returns he drives a forearm into the ribs, then another, then another. Building momentum, Ashley rises to his feet, now driving the forearm into Ironman’s jaw, until he is backed against the ropes. Ashley whips Ironman against the opposite ropes, swinging a high leg clothesline as he comes back…but Ironman ducks, stops and stands ready… Ashley turns around, totally unprepared for what’s coming up next. Ironman gives him the finger, then rakes the eyes in a cheapshot move. He bounces off the ropes as Ashley staggers blind and nails him with a full contact spear!

Lil Jon:
And look at the fans go wild!

Pulling him to his feet, Ironman launches a European uppercut into Ashley’s face, sending him onto tiptoes. He follows up with a kick to the gut, before hoisting him up for a powerslam. Ashley delivers a weak punch, not hard but enough for the distraction, and he slides down Ironman’s back. He prepares himself, shifting weight onto the back foot, and as Ironman he smacks him in the face with a Swiftkick. Before Ironmans hit the ground, Ashleys bounding up the turnbuckles, walking across the rope and bouncing off, landing The Superstar to a colossal pop.

1…

2…

3!!!

Lil Jon:
Ashley did it! He came to destroy Ironman and that’s exactly what he did.

The bell rings and Ashley rolls from the ring, the Ref running out to hold his hand aloft. Groggily, Ironman gets to his knees, the rolls from the ring, shaking his head on the protective mats outside, crawling on hands and knees.

A colossal pop roars around the arena as Gdawg’s music hits, and without flash or flare he makes his way to the ring, shaking his head at the pitiful form of his former partner sprawled on the outside. Quickly he makes his way into the ring, mic in hand as the music fades.

: Gdawg :
You’re pathetic. Of all people, you know why I chose you, Ironman? It’s because you don’t deserve to be in the top spot. You’re the last person I’d see with the XVI World Title. I deserve to be in the top spot. I made an example out of you. Guess what? You lose.

G-Dawg drops the microphone on the knocked out Ironman, and walks away with a smirk on his face as we cut to a commercial break.

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The crowd goes silent as the titantron is suddenly filled with static. The crowd patiently waits for something to happen their eyes focused on the screen, suddenly a scene comes into view. We see a lockeroom a lone bench is placed in the middle of this room, a pair of black wreslting boots sit on top of the worn down wood. Suddenly a man steps out of the shadows of the darkness of the room, he steps forward a bit to show his huge body however stops short in order to hide his face. There is a chuckle heard in the darkness and then a voice.

"The time has come for the greatest man in this sport to don his wrestling boots once more and become your Icon once again. I have grown sick and tired of sitting and watching as wrestlers stain the word Icon, they truly believe that they are the ones the fans look up to... Well this week there shall be a news flash for all of you, I hope you all are ready, your Icon's return is at hand!"

The man grabs the wrestling boots and steps back into the darkness, then static comes onto the screen again as the crowd looks at each other dumbfounded about who teh man on the screen could be.

["One Taste" Poison]

The sound of the usual crowd chatter after a match can be heard around the arena as we come back from the commercials. They return to silence as the arena is plunged into darkness, twin bolts of lightening strike the stage, sending sparks flying. Music begins to assault the PA as two more flashes of light strike. A spotlight appears on the stage just as Prozac steps out from behind the curtain, he stands beneath the light staring at the ring; his eyes slowly sweep the crowd as he beats on his chest with his hand and yells. The lights return to normal as he makes his way to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and heads for the nearest turnbuckle. Once again his eyes sweep the crowd as he taunts. He climbs down and waits in the corner for his opponent.

Without waiting for his music to hit RKO runs down the ramp. The crowd erupts into cheers as he slides under the bottom rope.

Lil Jon: I see the Champ is wasting no time in getting things started here tonight.

Prozac greets him with a punch to the back. Sending the champ falling onto his stomach. The champ is quick to roll away and climb back to his feet. He stares at Prozac as they circle each other, both men trying to stare the other down. RKO tires of the contest first and dives at Prozac, dragging him to the mat and punching him repeatedly in the head. He jumps up and throws his arms out, taunting above Prozac. He smirks as he kicks the fallen man in the ribs. Prozac rolls onto his side, RKO raises him up by his head. He taunts to the crowd.

Ozzy: “The arrogant sonofa…
Lil Jon: “Hey, he is our champion, you should respect that”
Ozzy: “Hey as long as I don’t have to respect HIM, I’m good”

Prozac pushes his weight into the champ, sending them both running towards the ropes, he whips RKO into them. The champ rebounds and runs straight into a suplex. The Champ hits the mat hard. Prozac rolls out of the ring, retrieving one of the many ladders from ringside. He pushes it under the bottom rope and slides in after it. RKO starts to rise from the mat; Prozac halts him by delivering a couple of swift kicks to the head. He raises the champ and drags him over to the folded ladder. He throws him on top of it and climbs the nearest turnbuckle.

The crowd erupts into a mass of cheers. Prozac stands atop the turnbuckle eyes focused on the champ. RKO shifts slowly, attempting to roll off the ladder. He’s stopped as Prozac connects with a flying forearm drop. He rolls to his side clutching his arm.

Ozzy: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! He’ll be feeling that later”
Lil Jon: He sure will, Looks like Prozac’s hurting from that one too.

Prozac climbs to his feet and reaches the ladder; he looks up and stands it up under the belt. RKO stands and winces as he straightens his now injured back. Prozac turns just in time to be speared away from the ladder. RKO stands and shouts abuse at Prozac. He pulls Prozac into the center of the ring, stopping to push the ladder in between the fallen man and the ropes. He kicks Prozac once more in the ribs, pulling him directly into the middle of the ring. He pulls him into a Boston crab. Prozac screams, stretching his arm out towards the ropes only to find the way blocked by ladder. RKO looks like a man possessed, grinning inanely, and shouting.

Ozzy: “He’s insane hahaha! He’s finally snapped! Ha-ha”
Lil Jon: “The champ showing a…err... intensity we’ve not seen before.”

Prozac tries to roll, twisting his own spine with each movement. He tries to move his feet, managing to pull one of them free, he kicks RKO hard, connecting with his face. The champ stumbles forward clutching his face, Prozac rolls clumsily to his feet. He leans back into the ropes as RKO turns, blood pouring from a bust lip. Prozac dropkicks him, sending him once again to the mat. Prozac seizes the moment and pushes the ladder back into place. Slowly he begins to climb it. His fingers brush the gold as RKO climbs to his feet, he licks his lips, and he stares at the ladder. Spitting blood onto the mat and throwing himself full force forward. Prozac reaches the clasp holding the belt above the ring; he pulls the belt off the loop just as RKO charges the ladder, sending the new champ flying.

Prozac’s music hits “The winner and new champion…..PROZAC!”

The bell rings signaling the end of the match, Prozac lay on the safety mat outside the ring clutching his belt. RKO rolls out of the ring, not happy with losing. He pushes the ring announcer out of the way as he’s raising the Prozac’s arm. He stands over Prozac, staring hard into the new champs face, his eyes burning brightly as blood drips down his chin. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. He moves away slightly, and then runs at the champ kicking him repeatedly. Officials rush forward pulling him away and dragging him up the ramp. Prozac is helped to his feet by a few others; he pushes them away and shakily raises his belt. The crowd bursts into a mass of cheers

Ozzy: “SEE! Told you he was insane.”
Lil Jon: “You’d be insane too if you lost your title like that.”
Ozzy: “Can you forget your man crush and just admit that the guy is nuttier than….”
Lil Jon: “ENOUGH! “

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R.A. The following match up is scheduled for one fall. It is the number one contenders match for the world title. Introducing first weighing in at 220 pounds, from Fulton, New York… Genocide!

"Broken Man" by Submersed hit the P.A. a few seconds later Genocide comes out and from behind the curtain and has mostly boos from the crowd. He starts walking down the ramp as his pyro's go off in tune. He continues to walk down the ramp, pointing at random people in the crowd. As he reaches the ring, he puts one fist up by his chin, his other a little lower, and he rotates counter clockwise as he jumps up on the apron, he walks up a little on the apron, saying some things to people in the crowd, then he backs up, and enters the ring. He then walk around the Ring waiting for his opponent

R.A: Introducing his opponent, weighing in at 283 pounds, from Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom… He is David Calaz!

When your heart stops beating by Plus 44 starts playing. The lights go out and a spotlight searches the crowd looking for Calaz he appears in the crowd, while the crowd give him some cheers he makes his way down the stairs of the arena and hops the barricade, he climbs the stairs stands on the outside of the apron bends over and upon coming up flings his hood back to reveal his face, he then climbs into the ring and has a stare down with Genocide.

The bell rings and they are about to lock up but Calaz kicks Genocide in the guy. Calaz begins to drive fore arms into the back of the bent over Genocide. Genocide hits his knees and Calaz bounces off the ropes but Genocide is back up fast and dropkick the charging Calaz. They both get to there feet quickly. Again Calaz runs at Genocide only to be hip tossed but he is back to his feet as quick as he went down. Genocide now attempts to charge with a clothesline just to be back dropped out of the ring.

Ozzy: Match is going at a fast pass right now.

Lil Jon: They both want that shot at the title.

Genocide gets back to his feet and Calaz springs himself over the ropes and lands a cross body on Genocide. Calaz with out wasting any time picks Genocide up and attempts to throw him into the barricade but he is counted and gets thrown into it himself.

Ref: 1

Genocide now starts to nail Calaz with right hands and doesn’t stop will Calaz is laying on the ground.

Genocide backs away and waits for Calaz to get to his feet. As soon as he does Genocide clotheslines him over the barricade and into the crowd.

Red: 2

Ozzy: Genocide might win might win by count out which I’m sure he wont mind.

Genocide rolls in the ring as he sees Calaz getting up.

Ref: 3

Calaz climbs out of the fan area and then slides back into the ring but starts getting kicked in the back still on the ground. Genocide lifts Calaz and chops him in the chest. Calaz responds by chopping Genocide back. The two men then beat on each other with chops; the chops then become punches to the face. Genocide throws a punch but Calaz ducks under it and get behind Genocide and hits a back drop. Calaz pick Genocide back up and hits another backdrop. Calaz Then goes and climbs to the top rope.

Ozzy: He’s gonna fly.

Genocide gets to his feet and turns around to see Calaz jump from the ropes and nail him with a flying clothesline. Calaz gets to his feet smiling and stares down at Genocide. He then lifts him up and performs a backbreaker on Genocide. Calaz again goes to the top rope He goes for the Spiral Tap but Genocide rolls out of the ring and Calaz crashes to the ground. Both men are down and the crowd starts to clap.

Ozzy: Both men are down; it’s anybody’s game now.

Lil Jon: Calaz tried to finish it but wasn’t able to hit the move

Ozzy: Who knows it Genocide might have even been able to kick out if Calaz hit it.

Lil Jon: We will never know now.

Both men slowly get to there feet. Genocide charges Calaz and hits him with a running STO. He doesn’t stop his new found momentum and hits Calaz with a clothesline when he gets up. He lifts Calaz and uses a snap suplex to put him down again. Calaz gets to his feet looking in a daze and turns to face Genocide just to get scoop slammed back to the mat. Again Calaz is rising up and Genocide gets behind him and waits. He sees an opening and nails Calaz with a full nelson suplex. Genocide goes for the pin

Ref: 1…2…kickout

Calaz rolls over near the ropes and uses them to help himself up. Genocide still on the attack grabs Calaz by the arm and neck and pulls him to the middle of the ring where he DDTs him to the mat once more. Genocide then mounts Calaz and starts raining down lefts and rights on his face. When he finally stops he stands up also lifting Calaz. He Irish whips Calaz into the corner. Genocide runs at Calaz but Calaz moves and Genocide slams into the corner. Geoncide backs up from the corner and Calaz is waiting for him. Calaz grabs Genocide from the back and lifts him into a Vertbreaker. He nails it
and goes for the pin.

Lil Jon: He hit it this could be over.

Ref: 1…2…3

The bell rings and the crowd cheers as Calaz music hits. Calaz gets up holding his head and has his hand raised by the referee.

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Ring Announcer:” This next match is a ‘Loser becomes a Slave’ match. Introducing first, weighing in at 245lbs, scaling in at a 6’2’’…

The Demolition man… Fade Gordy!”

Abruptly, The arena is rocked by one single burst of white pyrotechnics. The capacity crowd suddenly leap to their feet sending out a flood of boos, Full well knowing the arrival of The VNB is now is site. The house lights dim as a huge green spotlight shines down from the rafters onto the entrance way. Suddenly, The sounds of Def-Leppard's "Demolition Man" flood over the crowd as a huge white light shines brightly from the entrance way. Finally, You see the silhouette of a man, Draped in a long brown trenchcoat, Step out from the lights and smoke. Slowly, Fade then begins to raise his right arm into the air. A faint chant of "VNB" can be heard over the music. Quickly, Fade begins to pump his fist in the air and the chant of "VNB" continues to grow and grow, Increasing louder and louder. Finally, With a large smirk now upon his face, Fade then begins to slowly make his way to the ring.

His grin is cocky and arrogant as he treads closer to the ring before him. Sliding into the ring, he glares up at the titan tron, awaiting for the arrival of The Queen.

Fade turns his head slowly, eyes hitting someone sitting in the front row. The crowd scream VNB louder, as the malicious face of “The Devil” appears upon the titan tron.

Ozzy: Well, Looks like Jihad wanted to witness this himself.

Lil Jon: Sure does man, I mean, I would too. This was originally his match… He should have HalO by his side right now!

Fade sits on the top turnbuckle, the grin never leaving his chiseled face as he waits…

…and waits…

The crowd look from one other.. wanting to speak, but the words just wont come from their soft lips. Time ticks away slowly.. the ring announcer peering round the crowd, eyes sharply passing from each face to the next. She carefully raises the mic to her luscious lips.. as they slowly.. turn blue?.. She takes a deep breath, breathing out as a harsh layer of smoke flows from her mouth. Her body covered in goose bumps as the temperature plummets drastically in the arena. Crowd members peer upon each others puzzled faces, searching for an answer, but alas, finding nothing.

The fans begin to light lighters, as the lights begin to dim themselves.. The technicians going wild, running around the back, trying to fix the problem.. but this chaos has already run its course.. the chaos cannot be avoided this time...

..As the arena sits in total darkness, and unbearable tempertatures, the P.A system begins to ring.. Then Suddenly...

...Knock...Knock..Knock...Knock...

The Disciples roar, screaming. As the knocking continues, the crowd stamp their feet along.. Fifty Thousand feet thudding on the hard concrete floor all at the same time.. The arena shakes. Quivers... and crumbles as the thuds get louder. Louder... The thunderous sound blistering through the arena.

An old man glows on the titan tron, an almost holy light surrounding him as he smiles... His old wrinkly face telling stories of unbelievable triumph, pain and anger. He clears his throat, getting the crowds attention immediately.. They continue stomping their feet as the old man raises his arms. He chuckles speaking.. His voice husky and deep.

†±: Old Man :±†
"... The piercing eyes of thousands of judges, all glaring upon soft flesh, ripping it apart mentally. This is an unstable emotional state. To judge one being before they even have a chance to open their mouth, make the first move or change your mind… Everybody does it, come on! However, a few people spring to mind when it comes to not giving a damn about these expressed opinions which blurt from careless mouths continuously. "

The crowd roar, their feet slowly not stamping anymore. Fifty Thousand eyes glaring at the titan tron painfully searching for answers to who this person is. The old mans eyes are grey.. Clouded. Dismal to the world, but to those few who looked deeper.. They are valiant and aweless... The eyes of a fighter. He smiles letting out a cocky chuckle eyes glaring down the camera lens harshly.. The crowd rendered speechless as this old mans remorseless eyes creeping over their bodies, sending raw shivers down their spines.

†±: Old Man :±†
".. They’ve been driven to the point of unforgiving. Driven to careless actions and wreck less intent with no consideration of the other parties feelings..."

The man chuckles, blinking his eyes slowly.

†±: Old Man :±†
".. They know caring for people will only leave you open to emotional attacks.."

He gently moves his hand over his stubbled chin and down his neck, breathing in heavily through his nose. He shakes his head slowly eyes closing gently.

†±: Old Man :±†
"… Only those who have remained true to them, they will have a slight glimmer of remorse for… but… only a slight glimmer..."

Opening his eyes slowly, the crowd gasp.. His once grey eyes are now white.. Pure.. Sickening white. He chuckles sinisterly.

†±: Old Man :±†
” But soon that glimmer can fade into nothingness! The caring will fade into oblivion… Fading into confusion… Fade into the Past… You shall become victim to her sinister ways and her truly evil actions..."

He stands lifting his arms out straight beside him... slowly backing away.

†±: Old Man :±†
"..Fade… Into nothingness…. In the eyes of a she-devil, you are nothing more then a play toy… "

His face begins to age rapidly... becoming nothing more then skin hanging from the very bone... His eyes stay white; venom swirling in his evil glare. A black cross slowly forms behind him, his arms and legs molded into the cross as he stands, helpless. 'In a heartbeat' slams over the P.A system and rings through the crowd.

†±: Old Man :±†
".. Fade---...."

He begins to breathe heavily, his chest moving fiercely back and fourth. Looking up towards the black night sky, he drags out a blood curdling scream from deep within, wrenching the guts of each and every crowd member as they watch on, flinching at this very site. The mans body slowly begins to decompose, every second of this terrifying sight being caught on tape... His skin taints to black, slowly falling to the floor like strips of leather... His muscles change to yellow, dropping to the floor slowly... His white eyes roll back into his skull, blood so crimson it almost appears black, oozing from his mouth, dripping down his bones and slowly... drip... drip… dripping to the ground beneath him. As the shell of a once proud man, lay there on the floor slowly fading to dust... A raven’s crow echoes through the arena, ringing through the walls, and ears of the fans. An evil chuckle flows through the arena, as a rich British accent slowly and quietly speaks over the p.a system.

†±:That Voice:±†
"… Bienvenido Al Infierno..."

The crowd go wild! drumming their feet on the concrete once more.. Millions and Millions of voice chanting 'Knock' in unison. As the center stage erupts into a circles of blazing flames, that roar fiercely.. The titantron fills of images of this single.. red.. headed.. diva. Her dark eyes full of malevolence and spite as she battles her way through the pitiful excuses of wrestlers. A ravens crow echoes through the arena alarming the tremendous bellow of 'Surfacing' By Slipknot as the millions of fans scream, raising the horns.. As the whole arena from floor to the outstandingly high ceiling clouds with a thick, husky black smoke, the crowds flick on their lighters, still stamping their feet. Raises from the pit of flames, eyes glaring evilly over the mass of fans who all cheer to such an amount, it rings in one's ears days later...The One and Only.. Dark HalO. As the flames burn around her, they illuminate her sensual body and face, her eyes piercing into the flesh of Fade Gordy, who sits in the ring… grinning like a Cheshire cat. She clenches her fist tightly, rubbing her thumbs over her bent fingers, feeling every last heartbeat through her veins, keeping her fearless, aggressive and demoniac. She smiles sinisterly, closing her eyes, listening to the cheers, the knocking... and the heart thundering stamping. She smiles evilly, beating her chest three times and throwing the horns up into the air, proudly. A wave of hands shoot up into the air, one after the other, each one holding the horns high into the air. The crowd scream loudly as HalO steps through the flames with her head held high. Her long black leather jacket, swings side to side at her feet, covering her intimidating black boots, and her tight leather clothing. As she jumps onto the apron and scales the turnbuckle, she raises the horns to the crowd… Then slowly turns to Fade. By the expression written all over her face, it is clear what this women wants.. and how she is going to achieve it. Determined, Intelligent and Staggeringly agile, this women has become a name for everyone to both respect and flinch upon it being mentioned. Jumping from the top turnbuckle, she lands in the ring, on her feet like a cat. Instantly, these two rivals meet each other in the center of the ring, eyes locked onto the others.

Ring Announcer: “His opponent, weighing in this morning at 124lbs and a height of 5’6’’…

The Queen of Kaos: Dark HalO!”

The crowd roar excitedly, their feet still drumming on the floor. HalO grins at Fade, Biting her bottom lip seductively, as she raises her arm into the air… playing to the crowd.

Jihad watches on at ringside, grinning also.

The bell rings…

Fade and HalO slowly circle each other, eyes never flinching for a second. Their mouths move, conversing with one and other… Suddenly an evil smirk sets in on both of their faces, as they tie up for a test of strength.

Fade pulls on HalO’s hair as she bites her lip hard, kicking Fade hard in the mid-section. He clutches his stomach as HalO lifts his head slowly, her hands placed gently underneath his chin. She lifts his face to eye level with her, grinning evilly as she pecks his lips….

The crowd gasp…

Now would it be over the pure shock of HalO actually kissing Fade? Or more due to the fact blood is slowly trickling from Fades mouth?

Fade struggles as HalO holds him in the embrace. Finally, he pushes her back, making her fall on her behind, sitting up and grinning at him. Fade presses the back of his hand to his lip, seeing the blood. He Looks over to the ref, then Jihad, screaming. “That Bitch just bit me!”

HalO smiles, standing up, blood smeared across her beautiful face. Slowly and seductively, she licks her lips, much to the dismay of her opponent.

Taking HalO by the waist, Fade quickly throws her back to the matt with a float over suplex. HalO gets up quickly, charging at Fade. Fade just grins, knowing obviously, he has her overpowered. However, HalO pounces, mounting Fade, repeatedly punching him in the Head. Fade, almost seems to be enjoying it, not putting up much of a fight at all. HalO stops, seeing this as she looks down at Fade. She glances over to Jihad… The back to Fade, raking his eyes viciously. Fade curses HalO, pushing her off him with ease. He turns his back, holding his face in his hands. HalO jumps to her feet again, rushing towards Fade, smashing her shoulder into his legs, knocking him down to his knees. She takes a handful of his hair, before slamming his face hard into the matt. Lifting his head up again, she whispers in his ear… “I’m going to fuck up that pretty little face of yours.”

Quickly, fade takes hold of halo’s long red hair, wrapping it around his hand. He climbs to his feet slowly, grinning at her, before spinning her into a tilt-a-whirl back breaker. Fade slides out of the ring, pulling halo along by her ankles. He smashes her hard into the apron a few times, making sure to hit the ring post on the outside, dragging her around by her hair. HalO takes hold of Fades wrist, trying to ease up the pressure. Fade drags her to his tag team partner who sits in the front row. Slamming her head into the barricades in front of Jihad, Fade lifts the head of a now bloodied HalO. Jihad watches HalO’s expression, leaning forward, whispering to her… “You should have just taken me up on my offer little one. “

Fade laughs. HalO grins slowly, moving her bloodied hair out of her face. Looking up at Jihad, a vulgar grin spread across her face, she reaches behind her… gripping Fade’s crown and jewels in her hand, squeezing tightly. Fade let’s go as he winces in pain, HalO slowly turning around to face him. She grins, pressing him against the apron, pressing her body hard against his as she squeezes harder. “You dragged me around… Now it’s my turn!”

Fade’s eyes grow with fear, shaking his head. His whole empire lies within the object which HalO is slowly squeezing the life out of. Fade tries to speak but can’t… Much to the amusement of HalO. The ref on the inside can only watch in pity.

HalO Pulls fade forward with a sharp jilt. He winces in pain again. Letting for, she Irish whips him into the barricade in front of Jihad. Fade stands, knees bent, as he holds onto his fortune. HalO grins, watching Jihad, placing her hands on Fades shoulder… She shouts to the crowd. “FUCK ‘EM ALL!” The crowd roar. One, Two, Three, Four… HalO drives her knee hard into Fade’s jewels, over and over as the crowd count along with her. When she gets to ten, the crowd roar. When she gets to ten, she lets go… When she gets to ten, Fade drops to the floor.

HalO rolls back into the ring, looking down on Fade, grinning. Jihad shakes his head, climbing over the barricades to see if Fade is Okay to continue. The Queen wipes the floor from her Face, looking down at the VNB beneath her. Raising the horns in the air, she races over to the other side of the ring, Irish whipping to the other side of the ring, then performing an amazing 450 Splash… Also known as... “Flamin’ HalO”. Quickly, Jihad pushes fade out of the way, taking all the impact himself. HalO lies on the concrete, her body pulsating with adrenaline.

Fade looks at what just happened, unsure why his tag partner just knocked him to the ground. Then he realizes. He jumps up, hobbling towards HalO, picking up her limp body, slamming her head first into the apron.

Then, he grins evilly…

Grabbing HalO around her waist, he steps forward, making sure his back faces the ring apron… a few feet in front of it. Elbowing HalO in the head a few times, to make sure this move will definitely take place… Fade grins at something in the crowd…. Well… Some one. Standing where Jihad was sat, is The Corpse.

His evil glare piercing into Fade as Fade grins sinisterly. Gordy slowly begins to stroke HalO’s long red hair, firing up the king. The Corpse rushes to the barricade, ready to climb over, before Jihad quickly steps up and restrains him.

Fade keeps his eyes locked onto HalO’s tag team partner… as he delivers a snap belly to belly suplex… A.K.A “The Fade Away”… HalO’s back cracking against apron. She bites her lip hard, not wanting to give the VNB the satisfaction of her pain.

The Corpse pushes Jihad, trying to help out his tag team partner, however the VNB fans which surround him, restrain him also. The D.O.A fans on the other side of the arena are not happy at all. They stamp their feet on the concrete, trying to fire up HalO, swearing at Fade and Jihad.

Fade drags her into the ring carelessly, watching the action in the crowd as he does so. There must be at least 20 people on top of him now, all restraining him down from running into the ring. Fade shouts loudly “Make sure he sees this!”

Fade slaps on an unforgiving dragon sleeper on HalO, driving waves of pain into her back. Fade glares at The Corpse as he does, making sure he sees every last ounce of pain that is running through his Queen right now. The blood seeping from her head, wincing in pain, wanting so hard not to scream. The crowds fall into an uncomfortable silence. Corpse struggles more, knowing Fade is not planning on letting go anytime soon and that halo will never tap out.

Fade smiles evilly, stopping finally, a sigh of relief flowing through out the arena. He stands up, dragging halo up by her hair as she can barely stand. He hits the fade away on her again… Picking her up, he does it again.

HalO now lies on the matt, breathing fast, her eyes closed. Fade looks up at Corpse as he drapes himself over Halos motionless body, grinning at his triumph…

the shocked ref begins to count..
1…
2…
…….
..3..

The D.O.A crowd boo with hatred as Fade stands up. Jihad grins at the Corpse, slowly walking away from him, leaving the VNB crowd slowly climbing off of him. Fade picks up the motionless HalO, throwing her over his shoulder as he winks at the Corpse, leaving the ring. Jihad follows behind.

Corpse finally breaks free, climbing over the barricade, rushing into the back, trying to see if he can find his queen.


Commercial Break.

["One Taste" Poison]

The crowd begins to grow impatient as they await the main event

From stage light to spot lamp, every light source within the auditorium fades to nothing. Upon the titantron a storm is brewing, black clouds rolling and rumbling with thunder. Suddenly the clouds part, allowing the view of an azure sky, with one lone star twinkling; the last star of the morning. In full Chorus, Machine Head's "From the Day" blares forth with a mighty blast of pure white pyrotechnic. From behind the two immense Vulcan’s, stalks The Morningstar, resplendent as always in his black and red garb. Taking to his heels he tears down the ramp, sliding beneath the ropes with barely a pause. A quick hop and a jump, and he's on the second rope of the nearest turnbuckle, signalling to those who cheer him. He jumps down and stands in a corner watching the ramp.

Lil’ jon: Well it’s been a while since we’ve witnessed intensity like this in Mental. Just look at his face, look at his eyes. He’s like a man possessed
Announcer1: And that shocks you? Look around you there all insane in this place.

“Walk” by Pantera begins to blast over the PA inciting a few of the braver souls in the crowd to attempt to sing along. Convict appears at the top of the ramp, he stares at Mental as he makes his way to the ring. As always he seems focused purely on his opponent. He slides under the bottom rope, quickly jumping to his feet.

The bell rings signally the start of the match, the official takes a step away from the two men as they stare at each other. Mental laughs a little before kicking Convict in the stomach. He sends the man flying into the ropes. Convict is thrown back towards Mental and connects with a vicious clothesline. He shakes his arm and jumps at mental, driving his fist repeatedly into the mans head. The crowd count to ten in sync with the punches. The ref signals for Convict to stop, Convict jumps up raising mental with him by his hair. He punches him in the head and sets him up the power bomb. He raises Mental up ready to slam him back to the mat. Mental punches him repeatedly in the head. Convict stumbles forward attempting to throw Mental from his shoulders. Mental executes a hurricanrana sending convict to the mat. He steps over the fallen man moving towards his head. He raises him slightly locking on a Dragon Sleeper. Mental’s eyes blaze as clearly enjoys the other mans pain. Convict shouts out as the holds increased, he punches up with his free arm trying to hit Mental and break the hold.

Lil jon: A desperation move by Convict
Ozzy: Hell id be desperate too it I had my head in some guys pit

Convict manages to connect with the side of Mental’s head. He breaks the hold giving Convict time to roll away. Mental stalks the other man following him across the ring as he rolls. He kicks him hard in the ribs. He goes to kick him again but Convict grabs his foot. He twists it and pulls towards him causing Mental to crash down to the mat. Convict seizes the moment; he dives at Mental driving his fists into his head with a fury not yet witnessed by the crowd tonight. The ref steps in telling the man to stop, he complies, moving mental over and locking in a sharpshooter. Almost instantly Mental manages to reach the ropes forcing Convict to break the hold. Mental rolls onto his back, Convict moves in and goes to lock in the sharpshooter again only to be greeted by a kick to the face from Mental. Mental climbs to his feet slowly, his eyes never leaving convict. He seems to have gotten his second wind as he charges at Convict, throwing all his weight into him. He pulls him down to the mat, wrapping his hands around the mans neck he chokes him. The ref interferes and makes him stop, Mental pulls convict up with him as he stands. He holds the man by his head, He shouts to the crowd before pulling off the Cerebral Shock. Convict crashing the mat hard, the ref slides and begins the count

1…
2….

Convict kicks out, yet it seems that’s all his has the energy to do.

Lil Jon: Impossible, I thought Mental had this thing all wrapped up

Mental raises him from the mat sending him running groggily into the ropes. He flies back towards Mental and counters with DDT.

Lil jon: Incredible, both men are down
Ozzy: I’m glad I didn’t bet on this match….oh…wait

Both men start to move at the same time, they each reach the ropes and pull themselves to there feet. They stare at each other a moment, each seemingly weighing up the other, Convict is first to act, running at Mental and punching hard. Mental counters and both men trade punches. Convict out of nowhere head buts Mental, Mental clutches his nose. Giving Convict time to throw him into the ropes. Mental bounces back catching convict with kick to the head. Convict hits the mat. Mental raises him up, pulling him to the center of the ring, he sends him running into the rope. He raises Convict up and slams him back with the fisherman suplex. Wasting no time he pins.

1…..
2…….
3…….

The bell rings signaling the end of the match. The ref Raises Mentals arm as his music hits

Lil jon: Well they seemed quite well matched…..that said, the best man won
Ozzy: *Choking sobbing noises*
Lil Jon: are you okay?…..How much did you lose?

Convict stands, holding his head as he glares at the man who has just beaten him. Johnny looks back at him before being presented with the title. Convict laughs to himself evilly sliding out of the ring as Johnny celebrates. As Convict walks up the ramp, hanging his head, an evil grin still spread across his lips, his eyes flick up…

Standing before him, arms folded across her chest, cleavage showing in her tight business suit… The Forgotten virus, Poison. Convict raises his eyebrow, a vulgar grin spread across his face. Poison laughs slightly, walking down the ramp, eyes not even passing over Convict, walking past him, their shoulders clashing. Convict turns around confused.

Mak slowly walks down to the ring also. Both the owners slide into the ring and shake hands with their first ever world champion. Mak and Johnny exchange words as Poison looks over to Convict. A sinister expression spread across her face as she slowly raises The prince of insanity’s arm in triumph..

The scene slowly fades to black on the owners congratulating their champion.

The End.

Disclaimer: The XVI would like to thank Every single person who roleplayed for making the first PPV an amazing event and giving us some pure gold to work with. I would also like to give a special thanks to Mak, Rix and Johnny for writing the matches which will be remembered. I very much appreciate it. xXx