April 1st: A Fool's Revenge

[Makaveli The Don]

Always by Saliva hits the PA. The fans erupt in to a cheer of roars. Black and white pyros surround all over the arena. The camera focuses on the Cage that is leveled high up in the air. After about a minute, the pyros finally stop going off. Ladies and gentlemen... A Fool's Revenge has just begun!



David Sierra:
WELCOME EVERYBODY AND THANK YOU FOR JOINING US! Tonight we have a very important night as Szaban has TWO back to back matches, one of which is one of THE most important match of the night!

Ed Set:
That's right, folks. Tonight is gonna be a night we will never forget as the first ever Next Generation Champion will be crowned, right here in the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia!

David Sierra:
Right you are, Ed. And let's not waste an time... We have a big night ahead of us!

Ed Set:
We sure do, David.


Eric Cabrera: “This match is a Next Generation Title qualifying match. The winner of this match will move on to compete in the NextGen Title Triple Threat Ladder match later tonight. Introducing first weighing in at 175 pounds from Parts Unknown is Sah’ta Thor!”

Pitch black darkness descends upon the area. Blood and Fire by Type O Negative starts to play as walls of fire line the ramp a hooded figure in black on a black throne with a chained black mastiff sitting on each side of it as a fog starts to cover the arena. The man on throne lets his hood fall back revealing white horns as he sips a mug of blood. The mug comes down and the man smiles revealing a pair of fangs. He stands up then sets the mug on the seat of the throne as a pair of black feathery wings spread. He slowly walks down the ramp as a light rain starts to fall a lightning bolt hitting the center of the ring every few seconds until his feet hit the steps. He slowly steps into the ring in between the second and top ropes. He walks to the center of the ring and then lifts his arms and then drops them as the lights come back up. Unbuttons his black cloak as the wings fold back down and then takes it off the revealing his black clothes and his midnight black hair flowing down his back as he grins. On his waist is strapped a sword that is drawn to reveal a bluish tinted blade. He raises the blade as balls of ice fall on the ring posts. He sheathes the sword and then unstraps his sword belt. Walks to his corner the winged cloak and sword belt handed to bell ringer.

David Sierra:
You can't doubt his focus.

Ed Set:
Of course, you can't. He WANTS that Next Generation Title!

Eric Cabrera.“And his opponent Shadow!”

Several minutes pass before anything happens as there is a delay in Shadow's arrival. Born in a Burial Gown by Cradle of Filth starts playing as total darkness covers the arena and a purple spot flashes the stage as smoke appears in the stage after we saw Shadow make this entrance in all the fog of smoke. He make this way slowly in the ring and when he come at the ramp four flames appears in both side. When he is nears of the ring all become dark again and when he enter the ring and raise both arms in the airs and slamming down like king all the big flames appears around the ring and we saw Shadow doing this taunts of Dominance at the same time he did this evil look and he without his druid’s cloths and the flames disappear.

Thor stands watching this new opponent and smiles circling to the left. Shadow wastes no time in pressing the attack as he charges Thor. Shadow spears Thor and then goes for a quick cover. 1...2...Kick Out!

David Sierra:
Just one second away from going to the finals!

Ed Set:
Nonsense. A Spear can't knock down the Great Thor!

Thor kicks out of the quick cover attempt causing Shadow to step back. This gives Thor a moment to get back to his feet. Shadow moves to clothesline Thor. Thor ducks to the left and then counters with a roundhouse kick to Shadow’s back. Shadow lurches forward as Thor steps back to the ropes.

David Sierra:
I think he's got something up his sleeve, Ed.

Ed Set:
In a match like this one, of course there's gonna be something up any ones sleeve!

David Sierra:
You know, Ed, you are such a smart ass tonight.

Ed Set:
Thank you!

Once at the ropes Thor runs forward with a Clothesline to Shadow’s chest knocking over the top rope to the floor below. Thor slips under the bottom rope pressing the attack on the stunned Shadow. Thor straddles his body and starts raining down blow after blow to his face and upper body.

David Sierra:
Thor here trying to get his chest weak.

Ed Set:
That's a great strategy. Hurting the upper body can decide whether the opponent can get a shoulder up, or even move, during a pin.

Shadow stirs and pushes Thor away and slips back into the ring as the ref counts 8 breaking the ten count. Thor follows him back into the ring to be met by a big boot to the face. Thor falls back stunned and Shadow again goes for the cover. Thor instantly rolls out reversing the pin. 1....2...Shoulder up.

David Sierra:
Close one! Shoulder up.

Shadow manages to get up a shoulder up the pushes Thor away. Thor steps back and climbs the top ropes as Shadow turns towards him. Thor then jumps off the top rope with a swinging neck breaker. Shadow slams down into the mat stunned as Thor again goes for a cover attempt. 1....2....Kick out!

David Sierra:
I seriously thought this match was done, Ed!

Shadow kicks out and Thor moves back as Shadow gets up. Shadow steps back and almost takes Thor’s head off as connects with a running clothesline knocking Thor to the mat stunned. Shadow goes for the pin. 1....2....Shoulders up. He stands him up and gets kicked in the gut, Thor then hits the Spinning Tombstone Pile Driver and goes for the cover…1…2…3

David Sierra:
Thor has done it! He has advanced to the Triple Threat Ladder Match to get that NextGen Title!

Ed Set:
The next question is, David, who will be the next participants? Will Thor get lucky this time?

David Sierra:
We'll see... We'll see.

[Makaveli The Don]

David Sierra:
Well, folks, I am pleased to announce to you the next XVI Pay Per View. Ladies and Gentlemen we've had Valentine's Day Massacre, we are currently undergoing A Fool's Revenge, now it's time for something new. Something that will guarantee the birth of XVI will live on for many months, years, or decades to come. This Pay Per View is about showing appreciation, dedication, and best of all loyalty. I am please to announced to you all... THE AFTERMATH!!



David Sierra:
And what a Pay Per View it's going to be, folks. Don't miss it!

Ed Set:
Hey, David, do you think there's any hint that G-Dawg may very well be hunting for the XVI World Championship Title any time soon?

David Sierra:
I don't know, Ed... But if it is, then Johnny Mental, OR Szaban may very well watch their backs, because G-Dawg has been ending careers left and right this month.

Ed Set:
Yeah, well, enough about the upcoming Pay Per View! Let's get back to the action!

David Sierra:
Indeed, Ed.

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[Makaveli The Don]

David Sierra:
Alright every now its time for the second match of the Next Generation Title tournament! We are loaded with new faces and talent hungry for gold, which is precisely why these matches were put into place!

Ed Set:
And lets not forget, the stipulations are random and ONLY revealed once the superstars hit the ring! The last match was a nice one already, and we are still STACKED when it comes to the amount of hell that will be unleashed tonight!

Arena goes dark, the words LET THE REVOLUTION BEGIN... flash across the screen in red. Saliva's Survival of the Sickest slams the PA, followed by showers of golden sparks from the top and bottom of the entrance. Standing amidst all the pyro is Johnny Kaos, his back turned toward the crowd and his arms outstreched. Kori James saunters gracefully by him and he turns around and grabs her by the waist. She slides down his body, pauses at his crotch and rises back up. They walk slowly toward the ring hand in hand while the audience shouts an array of coloful comments. Johnny slides into the ring first, slowly rising to his knees. In one swift motion he jumps from his knees to his feet. He holds the second and bottom rope open for Kori, while she walks up the stairs and across the apron. She bends down under the rope and comes up into Johnny's arms. They kiss again. Then Johnny, one arm still around Kori, raises his fist into the air and sparks shower down from above the ring.

Erick Cabrera (Announcer):
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, hailing from Memphis Tennessee, weighing in at 221lbs. Standing 6’2”, being accompanied by Kori James, he is the modern day outlaw, Johnny Kaos!

Ed Set:
C’mon David just give me 5 minutes with Kori!

David Sierra:
Go on Ed, but don’t cry to me once Johnny Kaos sends your ass packing.

As getting away with murder by Papa Roach starts the lights flicker rapidly in beat with the drum base. Vers walks out and glances around at the audience. As the beat pics up he spreads his feet apart and snaps his heels sharply together and holds a salute until the main portion of the music starts up where he sharply ends the salute and the pyrotechnics launch off mutliple shots of red sparks in a diagonal anger. With that fire spurts up in a wave along the ramp as he begins to walk down. His hand reaching out to clasp some of the audince to show his thanks for their support. As he comes to the ramp he glances around and raises his arms up to pump up the crowd. He stares at the ramp then walks over to the side of the ring and manages to jump up and grab the top rope. He pulls his weight completely down on it and launches himself up and over the top rope to land cleanly just as the turnbuckle pyrotechnics launch up into the air. He stands in the middle and gives off another sharp, chrisp military salute to the crowd and his entrance ends.

Erick Cabrera:
And his opponent, from Miami Florida, weighing in at 210lbs, standing 5’10”, he is Versage Flames!

Ed Set:
Whats that, Vers-a-gee?

David Sierra:
No I think that’s Vers-a-gay.

Ed Set:
David! Don’t call him gay!

David Sierra:
Jesus Ed, grow up.

Erick Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen, the special stipulation for this match will be a Two out of Three Finishers Match!

Ding Ding Ding!

David Sierra:
The rules are simple folks, first person to hit 2 finishers wins this one. And they both are about the same size, so I am positive were going to see some good work here!

Johnny Kaos takes the time to give a thumbs up to Kori James before he goes up to Versage Flames and gives him an offensive gesture with the same hand. Versage is unabashed by the movement and continues to stare down his opponent. Kaos gets annoyed by his foes refusal to be intimidated and goes right over and slaps Flames across the face! Versage snaps his head back and responds with a strong knee to the gut and locks in a strong headlock, causing Kaos to quickly shuffle sideways to grab onto the ropes and the referee moves in to break up the count, but Versage doesn’t break clean and DDT’s Kaos face first on the mat!

Ed Set:
Rules and regulations! He should be reprimanded for that!

Flames stands over and snap kicks Johnny in the face, but before he can suffer any punishment Kaos rolls outside. Versage reaches over the rope and gets his throat slammed over the top rope, giving Johnny another opening as he slides back in, and takes a hold of Versage and hits a reverse neckbreaker on his foe, taking him down. But just as lightning quick as ever, he keeps up the punishment and locks in a powerful Keylock on his opponent! Versage quickly counters himself and flips over the Outlaw and locks in a headscissors lock to save himself. Johnny flips around to release the hold and they both come to their feet with Versage getting the upper hand again with a strong UFC style upper cut catching Kaos off guard with some shoot style fighting. He backs Kaos up against the corner and begins slamming down shoot jabs and hooks, and wears down Johnny even further with knees to the solar plexus! Johnny collapses to his knees, and Flames does not stop their as he picks up his opponent into a firemans carry and drops him with the Down in Flames!

Fall 1: Versage Flames!

David Sierra:
Johnny Kaos was absolutely helpless due to that barrage of shoot fighting by Versage! What a combination!

Ed Set:
Those are all real strikes Davey! No fake punching for Versage Flames!

The referee stops the action for a second, but Versage wants to put this one way real fast, but gets caught off guard with an enziguri kick to the head by Kaos! He goes up top, and hits a good bulldog planting Versage! Kaos holds on to his mid section in pain, but then wraps his legs around the waist of Flames, and locks in a nice Dragon Sleeper with scissors! He wrenches back and begins slamming forearms down onto Versages Flames chest! Versage attempts to battle out, and shows incredible strength by lifting Johnny Kaos and slamming his foe into the corner. He snaps a forearm onto Kaos, and turns around but Johnny head butts Versage in order to stun him temporarily and grabs Versages head and lands a big Tornado DDT! Johnny Kaos heads up to the top rope, and hits the 450 Splash! Johnny moves himself from his body, and Versage begins to stir again, and dizzily counters a spear by Kaos and locks in a UFC style reverse armbar, But Kaos counters as well and locks in his Straight Jacket Submission! Versage goes limp as he releases the hold.

Fall 2: Johnny Kaos!

Johnny uses the ropes trying to pull himself up, Versage is tending to his shoulder, as Johnny smells blood he tries to run at Versage again, but that strategy just wont work tonight as he gets flapjacked over the top tope to the outside!

David Sierra:
Both these men know what is at stake here. Every move at this point is causing at least twice the amount of damage it would normally cause.

Ed Set:
Versage was impressive in that first finisher, knocking Kaos out flat, but then the Modern Outlaw came back with a decisive Straight Jacket, the same KO maneuver that took out Method Cobra last week leading up to this great showdown!

Kori James tends to Kaos on the outside, who is resting up against the barricade, when Versage goes to the outside as Kori begs for him to stop, and he seems to listen. As Versage turns away, he quickly snaps back and lands a nice large facewash boot to the side of Johnny Kaos! He gets knocked over and looks to be in extreme pain from Versages shoot arsenal, as Flames rolls him back to ring, and lifts him up and slams him back down with a stalling vertical suplex. Versage knows he has Kaos where he wants him now, and lifts him up, and attempts to go for his second finisher, the Double underhook Chickenwing, but Kaos flips it around and rocks his foe with a dragon kick! Versage gets knocked down, but begins to get right back up, and gets nailed with another super kick to the chin, and Kaos finally grabs his arms, and lifts up a helpless Versage off the mat and lands with the Spinal Tap Vertabreaker! Johnny rolls off of Versage as the referee rings the bell for the finish.

Fall 3: Johnny Kaos!

Erick Cabrera:
And the winner of the match, Johnny Kaos!

David Sierra:
And Johnny Kaos advances to the final round of the tournament, and if he thought this was tiring, the next bout is going to kill him!

Ed Set:
Like him or not, Johnny Kaos still reigns supreme in single competition.

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[Makaveli The Don]

Moving dolly's, ladders, and water jugs line the hallway as XVI lead interviewer Bruce Stevens walks passed the camera man. The camera follows closely behind as Bruce passes by random superstars backstage. Finally Bruce comes to a hault at a door that is marked with a gold star and in blue letters it reads 'Szaban.' Bruce knocks on the door and enters. The camera pans around the room as Szaban stands up and looks at both Bruce and the cameraman as Szaban is obviously on his toes about the up coming back to back matches.

Bruce~
Szaban can we have a quick word?

Szaban once again looks over the two then shakes his head yes.

Szaban~
Yeah not a problem. But we do not have too much time. You know it is about that time Bruce.

Bruce acknowledges Szaban's comment as he walks over to Szaban and the two position themselves in front of the camera.

Bruce~
Okay ladies and gentlemen I am here with The One Champion of Champions Matthew Szaban and we are just minutes before Szaban enters hell and two back to back matches. Szaban tell us how are you feeling right now?

Szaban smiles and then licks his lips as he thinks about how he is feeling deep inside.

Szaban~
You know I would be a liar if I did not say I was a little bit anxious about these matches. Cause I am. This is the only time I will go on record and say that I have an up hill battle. But do not let that stand for anything other than Szaban knowing what he has to go through to get to where he needs to go. Cause I know what it is going to take tonight to be successful and I am going to do just that, or I will leave here tonight in an ambulance as every last ounce of strength and energy will be spent in that ring.

The roar of the crowd can be heard all the way back in the arena as Szaban and Bruce look around hearing the cheers.

Bruce~
Well Szaban do you have any comments for either of your contenders tonight?

Szaban shrugs as he cocks his head a little to the side.

Szaban~
Corporal Punishment I have tried to tell you time and time again to keep your mind in the game and to focus on the task at hand. Well you young soldier, you failed, your mission failed and now you are going to pay for that mistake. Ha you are lucky kid, calling yourself Corporal and everything you should know that when mistakes are made people usually end up in body bags. Kid tonight is not going to be a positive night for you, and tonight there will be no timeout card.

Bruce~
And about Johnny Mental?

Szaban's face becomes stern as his jaw flexes.

Szaban~
Who's that?

With that Szaban moves past Bruce and out of his locker room.

[Makaveli The Don]

'Hollywood Undead' by The Natives blasts over the PA and Ritalin comes bouncing out onto the ramp, arms raised high in the air. He begins to walk down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans as they scream and cheer. He slides into the ring and begins to walk to one of the corners, but his music cuts. He turns, glaring at the top of the ramp.

Just then, 'Before I Forget' by Slipknot plays throughout the arena, and the lights in the arena dim. Jake Xavier walks through the curtain, standing tall, leather jacket on his shoulder. He walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans, and chuckling while looking at Ritalin. He slides under the bottom rope, and takes off his leather jacket, throws it into the corner. He turns, staring at Ritalin, blank faced.

The bell rings, but the two men just stand there, glaring at each other.

Ed ~ What the hell? Will these two retards get moving. I want to see a fight TONIGHT, not next week.

David just looks at Ed with a look of disbelief on his face.

Suddenly Ritalin jumps at Jake, hitting the dead center of his chest with a dropkick. They both scramble back to their feet and grapple in the middle of the ring. They travel the four turnbuckles, still locked in the grapple. Ritalin kicks Jake in the stomach and whips him into an armbar, twisting his arm up behind his back.

Jake fights against the armbar, turning in awkward positions. He breaks the hold and turns, kicking Ritalin in the gut and giving him a hard DDT into the mat. He jumps to his feet while Ritalin holds his head and grabs his legs and applies a sharpshooter.

The crowd begins to stomp, trying to get Ritalin's spirits up. He tries to break the hold, so Jake lets go and begins to stomp the living hell out of Ritalin. Ritalin catches his foot and pushes him away. Jake falls onto his back. Ritalin springboards up onto his feet while Jake stands back up.

Ritalin tries to kick Jake in the gut again, but Jake catches his foot. Jake laughs while Ritalin hops in one spot. Out of nowhere, Ritalin hits Jake with a enzuguri.

David ~ Wow, that had to hurt.

Ed ~ Don't be such a pansie.

As Jake lays there on the mat, holding the back of his head, Ritalin jumps to the top rope, turning around. Jake groggily stands back up, and turns. As he does, Ritalin jumps off the top rope, going for a huricanarana, but Jake jumps out of the way. Ritalin's head bounces off the mat and Jake smiles.

Jake picks Ritalin up off the ground, standing behind him. He wraps his arms around Ritalin's waist and hits a german suplex. He then walks over to where Ritalin lay once again, picks him up, and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. He then picks him up one more time, lifts him above his head and nails him with the brainbuster.

Jake picks up Ritalin again, but this time Ritalin hits Jake with a hard right to the face. Jake hits Ritalin with a returned right to the face. Another right from Ritalin, and another from Jake. Ritalin, Jake, Ritalin, Jake. Suddenly Jake kicks Ritalin in the gut and gives him another DDT.

David ~ Jake Xavier is physically dissecting Ritalin here today.

Ed ~ Ritalin's hit, what, three moves this whole match? A little one sided, don't you think?

Jake smiles widely, picking Ritalin up off the mat AGAIN. He laughs, looking around at the crowd. He turns back to Ritalin, only to be met with a right to the face, then a left to the face, then another right to the face. Jake stumbles backward into the ropes. Ritalin runs at him, attempting to clothesline the man out of the ring, but Jake throws Ritalin over his shoulder, and he lands outside of the ring.

Jake laughs again. He runs and jumps off the top rope, and as Ritalin stands up he gets nailed with a crossbody from Jake. Jake runs into the ring while Ritalin lays there on the ground and jumps to the top ropes.

He leaps off the top ropes, spinning in the air, and landing a Senton bomb on Ritalin. Jake leaps back to his feet, picks up Ritalin and throws him back into the ring. He rolls under the ropes and picks himself and Ritalin up off the ground.

The cycle of right hands to the face starts again, and this time it's ended by Ritalin kicking Jake in the knee, and while he was distracted, bouncing off the ropes and hitting Jake with a raised knee to the face.

Jake lays there with blood dripping out of his mouth as Ritalin chuckles. Ritalin begins to stomp on Jake once again, then climbs up to the top ropes, hopping to hit the huricanarana this time. Jake stands up, groggily one more, and Ritalin leaps again. It was like a replay of last time. Ritalin missed, and his head bounced off the mat.

With blood dripping down his chin and bloody teeth, Jake smiles. He picks Ritalin up off the ground, lifts him up, and nails a hard piledrivier, ramming Ritalin's head down into his torso.

As Ritalin lay still on the ground, Jake climbed to the top of the ropes once again. Ritalin slowly but surely got back to his feet, and when he turned he was met with a tornado DDT.

David ~ It seems like Jake is trying to kill Ritalin from the head down. He's done so much damage to Ritalin's head I'm surprised Ritalin is still able to stand.

Ed ~ Ritalin, Ritalin, Ritalin. Shut the hell up Dave.

David ~ I'M soon going to kick your ass if you don't shut up.

Jake lifts Ritalin back to his feet and he starts hitting him with rights and lefts to the head, and sticking in the occasional hard chop to his chest. Suddenly, Jake lifts up Ritalin onto his shoulders.

He smiles and then ..

David ~ IT'S THE PIPELINE!

Ed ~ Now THAT is a finisher.

Jake goes for the pin.

1 ..
2 ..
3 !!

Jake gets to his feet and the referee raises his hand.

RA ~ And your winner is, JAKE XAVIER!

David ~ And Jake Xavier moves on in the NextGen tournament.

Ed ~ He deserves it too. That was a mighty fine match.

Your screen cuts a some commercial about how chickens deserve better to be the main feature at KFC.

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[Makaveli The Don]

Once again Bruce Stevens is walking down the back hallway, this time he stops at a black door with the letters 'VNB' in red. Bruce looks around as he is thinking about knocking on the door. As Bruce goes to knock the door is opened as Bruce and the camera man are quickly pulled in with the door slamming hard behind them.

The Morning Star>
What will you be needing?

Bruce Stevens has a nervous look on his face as he looks around at the familiar security guards from the previous edition of Side Effect.

Bruce Stevens>
Sir I was just wondering if you saw the interview with Szaban?

Johnny laughs out loud as the other servants remain silent and still.

The Morning Star>
Interview? Is he still talking? Ha Ha., yes you simple fool I witnessed the one Szaban wasting more and more of my time. Just as he has been doing all week with his clever shows, and pointless rants about how perfect he is.

Johnny Mental stands up from his leather chair that was facing a corner of the room, and he turns to face the poor interviewer.

The Morning Star>
Szaban? You come here to ask me about Szaban, and the things that he says? Szaban is a fool who talks entirely too much and thinks entirely too little. It would be wise of him to leave all that talking in his cute locker room tonight or else he may find himself out of commision with the likes of Convict.

Bruce begins to speak but is quickly cut off by Johnny Mental

The Morning Star>
Mr. Stevens you do know that Szaban being in this match is by my choice and my own doing correct?

Bruce shakes his head very timidly

Bruce Stevens>
Yes Sir

Johnny smiles

The Morning Star>
I am not worried about what this fool thinks is going to happen. Cause I already know, if Szaban only had one match tonight it would have the same results. I gave him a shot at me, and tonight just like everyone else in this forsaken business I am going to put the sickly dog down. And now your time here is done so leave.

Bruce and the camera man are then forced out of the room.

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[Makaveli The Don]

Triple Threat Ladder Match
Next Generation Title

Johnny Kaos Vs. Jake Xavier Vs. Sah’ta Thor!


Eric Cabrera: The following contest is a Ladder Match! The winner of the match will become the Next Generation Champion!

"Before I forget" by Slipknot plays throughout the arena, and the lights in the arena dim. Jake Xavier walks through the curtain, standing tall, leather jacket on shoulder. He walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans, and shouts at them when being "boo'ed". He slides under the bottom rope, and takes off his leather jacket, throws it into the corner, and then kneels down in the corner with his head down.

Eric Cabrera: Introducing first, hailing from Calgary Alberta Canada, weighing in at 225lbs. Standing 5’11”, he is Mr. X, Jake Xavier!

Arena goes dark, the words LET THE REVOLUTION BEGIN... flash across the screen in red. Saliva's Survival of the Sickest slams the PA, followed by showers of golden sparks from the top and bottom of the entrance. Standing amidst all the pyro is Johnny Kaos, his back turned toward the crowd and his arms outstreched. Kori James saunters gracefully by him and he turns around and grabs her by the waist. She slides down his body, pauses at his crotch and rises back up. They walk slowly toward the ring hand in hand while the audience shouts an array of coloful comments. Johnny slides into the ring first, slowly rising to his knees. In one swift motion he jumps from his knees to his feet. He holds the second and bottom rope open for Kori, while she walks up the stairs and across the apron. She bends down under the rope and comes up into Johnny's arms. They kiss again. Then Johnny, one arm still around Kori, raises his fist into the air and sparks shower down from above the ring.

Eric Cabera: And his opponent, weighing in at 221lbs, standing 5’11”, hailing from Memphis Tennessee, he is the Modern Outlaw, Johnny Kaos!

Pitch black darkness descends upon the area. Entrance music starts to play as walls of fire line the ramp a hooded figure in black on a black throne with a chained black mastiff sitting on each side of it as a fog starts to cover the arena. The man on throne lets his hood fall back revealing white horns as he sips a mug of blood. The mug comes down and the man smiles revealing a pair of fangs. He stands up then sets the mug on the seat of the throne as a pair of black feathery wings spread. He slowly walks down the ramp as a light rain starts to fall a lightning bolt hitting the center of the ring every few seconds until his feet hit the steps. He slowly steps into the ring in between the second and top ropes. He walks to the center of the ring and then lifts his arms and then drops them as the lights come back up. Unbuttons his black cloak as the wings fold back down and then takes it off the revealing his black clothes and his midnight black hair flowing down his back as he grins. On his waist is strapped a sword that is drawn to reveal a bluish tinted blade. He raises the blade as balls of ice fall on the ring posts. He sheathes the sword and then unstraps his sword belt. Walks to his corner the winged cloak and sword belt handed to bell ringer.

Eric Cabrera: And finally, weighing in at 175lbs. Standing 5’9”, hailing from Parts Unknown, he is Sah’ta Thor!

David Sierra: I tell you Ed these men have been through hell and back, and are going straight back down the crevice in order to try and reach this grand prize, The Next Gen Title!

Ed Set: I think you mean going up Dave. They gotta climb up to get the belt.

David Sierra: It was a figure of speech Ed.

Ed Set: And a crappy one at that! Lets get under way!

Ding Ding Ding!

Thor wastes no time trying to finish this one fast as he splashes right into Jake Xavier, Johnny Kaos slips under the ropes and already grabs the first ladder and begins to set it up. Xavier reverses the barrage of strikes being laid down upon his by Thor and Suplexes his foe to the outside! Kaos is up the middle of the ladder when Xavier snaps up an enziguri kick to the back of Kaos. This stuns the Outlaw just long enough for Xavier to climb up behind Kaos and grabs him around the waste and drops him hard with a German Suplex!

Thor jumps up onto the apron, and springboards off the top rope and dropkicks the ladder straight into the face of Jake Xavier. Thor gets back up and positions the ladder flat on the ground and goes for the highest impact he can muster with a Cradle Piledriver right onto the steel ladder onto Mr. X! Thor hurt his lower leg with that devastating move as well, but Xavier already looks like hes on dream street. Kaos gets back up and hits a superkick on the chinnny chin chin of Thor! He falls back and Kaos climbs the top rope nearest to Thor, and lands an impressive 450! Kaos holds onto his side though, still hurting from the confrontation with Versage Flames, and rolls out of the ring to be consoled by Kori James. Jake Xavier is wobbling, desperately holding onto the ropes for leverage, as Thor is on the opposite side of the ring pulling himself up as well. They both stare at each other, and run straight into a predictable double clothesline takedown. Both men are out as Kaos is still being tended to by Kori.

David Sierra: Impact after Impact after Impact! By god these guys are trying to kill each other as fast as possible!

Ed Set: You gotta think Dave, these guys are already exhausted from their battles earlier tonight. They want to get a big win, under quick fashion, and this is how you do it baby!

Johnny finally rolls back into the ring and prepares for his next move, he moves over to Thor, and lifts him up by the chin, and plants him right back down with a standing dropkick! He goes over to Jake Xavier, and picks him up from behind, and slams him head first into the ladder with a german suplex!

Ed Set: Payback is a beyotch!

Kaos then gets up and does his signature cut throat taunt. He sets the the already battered Ladder, and attempts to set it up for another shot at grabbing that beautiful strap, but the middle rungs that hold it together are busted. In frustration Kaos slams the ladder down on Thor, and stomps it onto his mid section.

Johnny begins looking under the ring for a new ladder, and finds one, but before he even has a chance to bring it into the ring, Jake Xavier performs a suicide dive into the barricade through Johnny Kaos!

David Sierra: If Jake Xavier keeps this up hes not going to have a brain left to damage!

Thor slowly begins to get up and decides to put the broken ladder to use, he wedges it into the lower right corner, and places it in tight. He goes to the outside where the other two combatants are and clotheslines Kaos over the barricade. Kori James begins to get involved, forcing Thor to turn around to chase Kori, but Jake stops Thor by attacking him from behind with a strong forearm. He turns Thor around and nails a good Brainbuster onto the floor below! Jake then takes the ladder and puts it in the middle of the ring. Sets it up, and begins to climb, the brain damage really showing here, as Jake is having a damn hard time finding his steps. He takes too slow apparently as Kaos once again returns to the competition and prevents Xavier from going any further with a Cobra Clutch lock! Although he cannot win by submission he can tire out his opponent. But Jake slams back against the very corner with the wedged broken ladder! Kaos relinquishes the hold, and Jake turns around and shoulder thrusts him straight into the steel mesh once again! He finally drops The Modern Outlaw with a DDT. Kori James looks over to Thor and begins to taunt him on the outside, but as she gets too close, Thor grabs her and flattens the beautiful one with a reverse neckbreaker!

Thor goes up to the top rope from the apron, and decides to double stomp Johnny Kaos! And he uses that slight bouncing elevation to hit an impromptu Tornado DDT to Jake Xavier! Thor now begins his own ascent to the championship, this could very well be it. Thor is nearly at the top, but Johnny Kaos is able to find a steel chair, and whams Thor right in the lower leg that was injured before hand from the cradle piledriver! Thor refuses to give, but Kaos slams it against him again and the pain is too much as Thor falls, and yet catches himself on the ropes! Johnny Kaos wont except that either and tosses the chair to Thor and quickly hits a Lights Out Superkick through the chair sending Thor to the outside! Kaos falls to one knee and begins to frantically scramble near the ladder.

David Sierra: These men have been through so much here, the desperation is monting full throttle!

Ed Set: And can you blame them? This is their ultimate opportunity!

Jake Xavier begins climbing on the other side though! They both wearily reach the top, and being trading blows! Each more intense and reddening than the last, when Jake Xavier takes another step above the rung, he lifts up the Modern Outlaw with him, and my god no! He shoots a Belly to Belly suplex, launching Kaos to the outside of the ring through a table, while Xavier crashes to the mat himself! All the men are out once again!

Fans: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Jake Xavier is first to stir once again, Thor is surging for strength, all men simply running on adrenaline now, Thor slips under the ropes to the inside of the ring, Jake Xavier doesn’t even get a chance to climb the ladder again as Thor kicks him in the stomach and lifts him up and lands a Spinning Tombstone Pile driver! Thor now sees what could be his final opportunity, and begins to climb the ladder. The Modern Outlaw, full of extreme hate and determination only brought to you by Xtreme Vicious Intent, he crawls back into the ring and pushes the ladder down again! Thor goes falling, and Johnny Kaos takes the time to climb. The Modern Outlaw is not facing Thor, and yet is so close to the belt he can touch it. but Thor once again rises to the occasion and goes to the top rope, steel chair in hand, and hits a VanTerminator mid air onto the lower back of Johnny Kaos, causing him to fall to the mat, but Thor also landed wrong onto the very chair he used, and becomes docile. Jake Xavier, bleeding and everything, grabs rung by rung, and finally reaches for the title, and unhooks the strap! Jake Xavier has become the first next Generation Champion! He rests his rest on the top of the ladder, burnt out with exhaustion. As the fans go absolutely crazy for these three men!

Fans: That was Awesome! That was Awesome!

Eric Cabrera: Ladies and Gentlemen, your NEW Next Generation Champion, Jake Xavier!

David Sierra: My god what a match. Despite what you may think of either of these three men, you cannot deny the heart, the soul, the passion that was just showcased at Fools Revenge!

Ed Set: Ladies and gentlemen the very personification of Xtreme!

[Makaveli The Don]

David ~ And we are back at March's pay per view, A Fool's Revenge. What a night it has been so far, right Ed?

Ed ~ Yes Dave, it has been quite a night so far. We had three great matches in a tournament for the NextGen championship, and then the NextGen Champion was been crowned in a tripple threat ladder match. Yes, it has been a great pay per view thus far.

David ~ Wow, you had something positive to say. What a surprise.

Ed glares at David, then turns back to the camera.

Ed ~ Up next here, we should have an amazing match up. It's G-Dawg versus Calaz .. in a steel cage.

David ~ What a match this is going to be.

He barely has the words out of his mouth when the arena lights cut off. It is pitch black for a couple of seconds, strobe lighting starts to flicker on and off violently as 'Sorry, Your Not A Winner' by Enter Shikari hits. The camera zooms in on the titantron watching the entrance video of Calaz, when it cuts back to the crowd, showing a spotlight searching around, slowly skimming from one section to another, the spotlight makes its way to the top corner of the arena and stops, revealing the hooded figure known as Calaz, the spotlight follows him down the stairs of the arena while the strobe lighting gives an effect of slow motion almost. He reaches the bottom and hops the barricade, he scuttles up the stairs and onto the ring apron. He goes in through the cage door, between the top and middle ropes. He walks around the ring, avoiding the scattered weapons on the mat. As he raises up again he throws his arms up and over his head, his hood flies down and droops over the back of his jacket. He then spreads his arms out and walks over to the other side of the ring holding the pose, the strobe lighting dies down as Calaz walks over to the corner awaiting his opponent, G-Dawg.

David ~ Quite an entrance there.

Ed ~ Oh stop sucking up.

The camera pans over the crowd to reveal fans beginning to stand on their feet as "Seven Nation Army" blares over the p.a. Signs in the crowd begin to come up and the fans begin a G-Dawg chant, and when the anticipation is at its height, G-Dawg makes his way through the curtains. He pumps up the crowd by running from one end of ramp to another. He slaps a few hands on his way down then sprints down to the ring and runs around the ring to the cage door, sliding under the bottom rope, jumping up to his feet before he hits any of the weapons. He stands in the center of the ring then stares up at the ceiling. He takes off his shirt and throws it out the door to the floor outside of the ring and poses at each corner, keeping a close eye on Calaz the whole while.

G-Dawg turns back around, looking up and down Calaz, trying to figure out what his first move will be. The referee signals and the bell rings. G-Dawg charges at Calaz, going for a clothesline, but Calaz knee's him in the gut and hits a very hard DDT. G-Dawg stands, regaining his wits, but before he has a chance he is met with a heavy clothesline from Calaz.

Calaz bends over and picks up a fire extinguisher off the mat.

Ed ~ What a cheep ass, using weapons already.

David ~ Hey, it's legal. As long as it's legal, he can do whatever he wants to get the win.

As G-Dawg groggily gets to his feet and turns around, Calaz sprays him in the eyes with the fire extinguisher. Then while G-Dawg his trying to get the stuff out of his eyes, Calaz smacks him in the head with the actual metal container.

G-Dawg hits the mat with a loud thud as Calaz laughs. He drops the extinguisher and picks up and sledgehammer and begins to drill it into G-Dawg's back.

One hit, two hits, three hits, four hits. He continues to punish G-Dawg with the unforgiving hammer until it seems as if he's hit him so much G-Dawg's back is broken.

Calaz turns around as if he's looking for something. He smiles as his eyes land on a ladder. He drops the hammer and walks toward it quickly, picking it up and setting it up. He then turns around again as if he is searching for something. He smiles once more as his eyes land on a table which is leaned against one of the turnbuckles. He walks over and sets the table up as well.

He bends over, picking up a steel chair. He then walks over, lifting up the seemingly unconcious G-Dawg. He grabs the chair with both his hands .. and swings heavily at G-Dawg's head, nailing him right in the face.

G-Dawg hits falls back, hitting the back of his head off the wall of the cage, then hits the mat again. His forehead is now split open and blood is dripping down over his face. His nose and bottom lip are also bleeding from the impact of the solid steel chair.

David ~ Why doesn't Calaz just stop torturing G-Dawg and get out of the cage?

Ed ~ Because he wants to destroy G-Dawg so when he recovers he can't come back and get him.

David just looks at Ed, who is so focused on the match he isn't even blinking.

Calaz picks G-Dawg up off the mat and lays him on the table. He then turns and runs toward the ladder. He climbs the steel ladder and when he reaches the very top, he looks down at G-Dawg and laughs.

He leaps off the top of the ladder, spinning in mid-air, going for a shooting star press, but just seconds before he is about to hit, G-Dawg rolls off the table and onto the mat. Calaz goes through the wooden table, turning the thing into toothpicks. Both men lay there, unmoving. The referee begins to count ..

1 ..
2 ..
3 ..
4 ..
5 ..
.. both men begin to move ..
6 ..
7 ..
.. Calaz is on one knee and G-Dawg is on his hands and knees ..
8 ..
9 ..
.. Both men are back on their feet, and giving eachother rights and lefts to the face and chest, giving it everything they've got.

Suddenly Calaz low-blows G-Dawg, and he falls to his knees. Calaz brings up his knee quickly, nailing Dawg in the jaw. G-Dawg hits the mat once more. Calaz raises his arm as if he's won.

He bends over, grabbing a another ladder and places it on top of Dawg. He then turns and runs up the other ladder, literally, and as he reaches the top, he does a moonsault off the top of it, spinning about twenty feet up into the air and coming down on top of the ladder, crushing Dawg under it. Both men lay on the ground again, Calaz holding his mid-section and G-Dawg seemingly unconcious once more. The referee starts the count again.

1 ..
2 ..
3 ..
4..
.. Calaz gets to his knee's, Dawg's still down ..
5 ..
6 ..
7 ..
.. Calaz is to his feet, but Dawg is STILL down. Calaz turns, and see's Dawg is still out. He smiles, and runs for the wall of the cage. He begins to climb. He keeps looking over his shoulder to make sure Dawg is still down. He's now halfway up, and has stopped looking over his shoulder. He reaches the top, but doesn't go down. He just stands there, with his arms over his head, seemingly celebrating victory.

Just then a sledgehammer nails him in the back of the head. His eyes roll up into his head and he falls backward off the top of the cage. He falls down, down, down and lands on top of the same fire extinguisher he used earlier.

There, standing clear headed for the first time during this whole match, was G-Dawg. He had thrown the sledgehammer resulting in Calaz' plunge. He smiled.

He bends over and with his bloody hands he picks up one half of the broken table. He walks slowly and calmly toward Calaz with the splintered wood in hand. He stops, glaring down at Calaz' cringing body, and begins to hit him with the half of the table which he holds.

Over and over the piece of wood drills into Calaz' upper back and head. After avout fifteen high volicity hits, Dawg drops the even more shattered piece of wood, and picks up a chain which, until this point, has been hidden at the side of the cage. He wraps it around his fist tightly and begins to pound the living hell out of Calaz' head.

After about thirty seconds of this punishment, Dawg lets the bloodied chain drop to the ground and lifts Calaz' up to his feet. He begins to stagger as G-Dawg looks around at the crowd, showing a bloody smile. He turns to Calaz, and the smile fades. Then ..

David ~ F-BOMB FOLKS!

Ed ~ DAMN! That things even better than the Pipeline that Jake Xavier showed us earlier.

David laughs.

Ed ~ What, I'm serious.

David shakes his head.

G-Dawg stands there, looking down at Calaz again. He smiles again, picking Calaz up. He gives him a couple of hard chops to the chest and then picks him up onto his shoulders. Suddenly, he nails the G-Drop on Calaz.

Ed ~ This crazy fuck just nailed BOTH of his finishers right after the other.

David ~ Wow, he's so cool.

Ed looks at David, who has a look on his face like a kid who just got a ice-cream as he looks at G-Dawg.

G-Dawg glances at Calaz, then at the sledge on the ground. He picks up Calaz, then picks up the sledgehammer. He nails Calaz with one hard swing in the gut. Calaz hits the floor, gripping his mid-section.

G-Dawg turns toward the cage door, with the sledge still in hand. When he reaches it he begins to pound on the chain which holds it shut. Sparks jump to the ground outside as he continues to pound on the links.

Suddenly, the chain breaks loose and the door swings open. G-Dawg pitches the sledge at Calaz. It hits him in the shoulder, but Calaz doesn't respond.

G-Dawg chuckles as he steps between the top and middle ropes, and hops to the ground. The referee walks toward him as the bell rings. He raises up G-Dawg's arm up.

RA ~ And your winner is, Jason "G-Dawg" Golden!

David ~ WHAT A MATCH! That was more of a 'All Hell Breaks Loose' match then a cage match.

Ed ~ Yeah, but now we got some crap commercials. We'll be right back here at A Fool's Revenge.

The screen cuts to some commercial about how WWE WrestleMania 23 .. what a joke. A Fool's Revenge PWNS WresleMania 23.

[Makaveli The Don]

A deep voice begins to speak, the screen is black, and then begins to fade into a highlight reel of certain maneuvers being done by a man of great skill, finesse, and intensity.

Voice: He is a loose cannon.

The video shows picture perfect German and T-Bone Suplexes done to a variety of big men and small fighters.

Voice: The epitome of Extreme.

High impact Superkicks, a Shortarm Clothesline that flips the opposing wrestler on his face, another picture perfect head and arms tazzplex.

Voice: Feared, respected, avoided, hated, envied.

Hard planting Top Rope DDTs, as well as Implant DDTS, one even onto a solid pane of glass and light tubes.

Voice: Submissions perfected, improving upon the very styles of Greco Roman, Puroresu and Catch as Catch Can Wrestling skills.

Painful stretches ranging from the crossface chicken wing, and guillotine chokes.

Voice: Blunt Force Trauma Chris Thantos.

Finishing maneuvers including the Turnkey punch to the throat and the Onward Downward Spiral, shown over and over in multiple situations and matches.

Chris Thantos is shown posing in front of a camera with an upper body close up.

Chris Thantos: Don’t taket it personal, just get used to it.

The End.

[Makaveli The Don]

David Sierra:
I've been waiting for this match all week, Ed.

Ed Set:
I've been waiting for this one all month!

David Sierra:
Folks, get ready... It's Prozac and Jordan Glass going at it in a Tables of HELL Match.

The lights dim, as the bass line of "Miss Murder" rocks the arena. The crowd jump to their feet, some booing, and some cheering. As the bass line ends and the song begins, a shot of white pyrotechnic shaped in an X shoots up into the air, and a single white spotlight shines down on the man standing there. He has on black jeans and black wrestling boots with his black leather trench coat dangling down around his shins. His upper body is very well defined; his pecks and his eight pack are very evident. His black, wavy locks draped down around his shoulders and face, accentuating his grey-black eyes. He runs to the ring with a focused look in his eyes, not even looking at the crowd. He jumps up onto the apron of the ring and goes under the top rope. He removes his trench coat and begins to hop around, awaiting his opponent.

David Sierra:
He knows, Ed, He knows that he is about to witness the true meaning of pain.

The crowd barely has time to settle before. The lights go dim, two lighting bolts strike the stage at the same time the music starts, a few seconds later two more bolts strike. A spotlight shines down to the middle of the stage, Prozac walks out and stands in the light he waits there for a few seconds and looks at the ring the with one hand he beats on his chest and yells (the lights turn back on to normal) and starts walking towards the ring. Prozac slides into the ring, his gaze fixed on his opponent.

The bell rings to signal the start of the match, both men circle each other. Glass lunges forward toward Prozac, missing as Prozac sidesteps. He takes the chance and kicks Glass in the stomach winding him. He throws glass into the ropes, knocking him down with a vicious clothesline. Glass rolls out of the ring slowly. He lands on his feet and walks around the corner of the ring. Prozac rolls out and follows him. Glass turns quickly as Prozac charges and body slams him onto the floor. He wastes little time in raising him to his feet and sending him running into the ring post. He catches him on each rebound and drives his head back into the post.

David Sierra:
And look at the crowd! they're all heated up!

Ed Set:
I hear them, David. I hear them.

The crowd chant in time with each hit. Glass stops when he reaches ten and leaves Prozac lying on the ground while he sets up a couple of tables. He throws Prozac into the ring and slides a table under the bottom rope. He climbs in only to be greeted by a stiff punch to the face. Both men exchange punches before locking up, neither gaining an advantage, Prozac delivers a swift kick to the gut winding Glass. He executes a snap suplex, leaving Glass in the ring .

Ed Set:
Glass laid out in the ring now, rolling out of it.

He rolls out of the ring and looks back at glass. Glass lay on his back eyes closed. Prozac smirks and starts assembling tables, piling them atop each other in a mini pyramid. He stacks 6 before sliding one into the ring and rolling in after it. He sets it up on the turnbuckle and moves over to glass. He grabs him by his neck raising; he delivers a quick punch to his head before whipping him in the direction of the table. He hits it hard his back smashing into the wood. A collective groan goes up from the crowd.

Prozac charges the table, head bent ready to spear his opponent through. Glass moves at the last minute causing Prozac to crash through the table in a shower of wood and splinters. Glass seizes the moment by rolling out of the ring. He grabs a can of glass, a lighter, and a table. Throwing all three into the ring as he finds them. He climbs into the ring and sets up the table. Kicking Prozac a few times as he passes him. He watched the fallen man as he pours gas over the wooden surface and lights it. The table ablaze, glass drops the can and matches and charges at Prozac. He drops an elbow onto the mans chest a few times before pulling him to he feet and sending him running into the turnbuckle. He runs at him crushing him into the corner. He turns to look at the flaming table and then tables outside. He rolls out of the ring and lights the pyramid on fire.

Prozac seems to have gotten a second wind. He climbs to his feet and baseball slides glass as he turns towards the ring. Prozac pulls up glass by his hair and hits him with PDDT. He throws him into the ring, rolling in behind him. He looks towards the flaming table, then back towards the flaming pyramid. He throws Glass towards the turnbuckle nearest the table inferno outside and climbs up pulling Glass with him.

Both men stand atop the turnbuckle, Prozac punches glass in the head in sync with the crowd counting. He raises his arm on ten and shouts to the crowd. He stands Glass up, both men balancing on the turnbuckle and ropes.

Glass punches Prozac and lifts him almost vertically, sending him crashing down into the blazing table inferno.

The bell rings signaling the end of the match as Glass drops into the ring off the turnbuckle.

Eric Cabrera:
Your winner and New Champion, Jordan Glass

David Sierra:
JORDAN HAS DONE IT! JORDAN IS THE NEW XTREME CHAMPION!!

Ed Set:
I saw that coming!!

David Sierra:
No, you didn't! Now give me those five bucks you owe me!

Glass is helped to his feet by officials as EMT’s rush to help Prozac. He rolls out of the rin and walks slowly up the ramp, a brunette runs out from behind the curtain wearing a tight black strap shirt and a pair oh straight leg navy blue jeans. She jumps into Glass’s arms, hugging him. She raises his arm before letting him rest some of his weight on her and helping him out

[Makaveli The Don]

A Fool's Revenge returns from the commercial break and the camera is fixed on Ed Set and David Sierra, Ed is sitting taken aback, looking slightly out of breath when he starts to speak.

Ed Set:
Well ladies and gentlemen what a show we have had so far, I can't believe this...

David Sierra:
...and we haven't finished yet we know have Corporal Punishment vs. Szaban, keep in mind this is the first of two matches for Szaban tonight...

Ed Set:
That's right he still has a match against "The Ruler of All" the XVI World Heavywight Champion "The Morning Star" Johnny Mental, so lets get this thing underway

The camera cuts to the ring announcer Erick Cabrera who is standing in the centre of the ring microphone in hand ready to introduce the competitors of the next match. Stars and Stripes Forever plays over the PA system as a marching band comes from behind the curtains with full attire and enthusiasm.

Erick Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Greenbough, Alabama, Corperal Punishment.

From behind them comes Corporeal Punishment with a huge spanning American Flag over his shoulder as he waves it about and salutes creating a short explosion with red white and blue streamers going everywhere. He looks focused as usual with a broad chin and murderously patriotic look on his face. he makes his way to the ring as the Marching band travels around it and comes out from the left and travels back up the ramp as we get one more salute from the Corporal.

It's a Fight by 36 Mafia hits the P.A. system and Szaban springs from behind the curtain holding his hands up high...

Erick Cabrera:
...And his opponent hailing from Worcester, Massachusetts...Szaban

The crowd go wild as Szaban makes his way to the ring but is met half way up the ramp by Punishment, the corperal grabs Szaban by the hair and drags him toward the ring, he slams his head into the steal steps, then again, he attempts ait a third time but Szaban blocks it and elbows Punishment in the stomach before ramming his head into the steel.

Ed Set:
Corperal Punishment had the upper hand there but that last shot from Szaban...

David Sierra:
...and this match hasn't officially started yet, both men have not entered the ring

The two men trade punches on the outside, Szaban goes for an irish whip toward the turnbuckle post but is reversed by the Corperal reverses and instead Szaban goes head first into the post. The camera zooms in onto Szabans head and a small cut has formed above his eye and it begins to ooze blood. Punishment picks up Szabans limp body and rolls him into the ring, he slowly follows behind him and the referee is able to ring the bell.

David Sierra:
Finally this match is under way

Corperal Punishment rolls on top of the limp Szaban and goes into the cover...
1.
2..
Kickout! Szaban gets the shoulder up in the nick of time, much to the surprise of the Corperal who stands up fast and stats stomping into Szaban, Szaban crawls to the ropes, the cut on his head getting worse by the second as Punishment lays into Szaban with kicks, Punishment utilises the referees full 5 count before breaking away from Szaban and allowing him a breather. Almost instantly after though Corperal Punishment begins to walk back to Szaban but is met with a leg trip as Szaban jumps to his feet much to the delight of the fans.

Ed Set:
He did it, He's back up, come on Szaban you can do it

David Sierra:
You're supposed to be impartial you ass hole now sit down

Szaban swings a right hand then a left then another right connecting with all three, he drags Punishment up and throws him in the corner, he begins to pummel him with right hands as the crowd chant along with him. Szaban climbs down from Punishment and the Corperal starts a drowsy walk toward Szaban who throws him over his shoulder with a back body drop, He turns to the fallen Corperal and gets him in the Penis of Death.

Ed Set:
There it is, the P.O.D. he’s got it locked in

David Sierra:
And there is no where to go for Punishment he may aswell tap out now...

And as if on cue Corperal Punishment's hand starts to slap the mat as the pain has become to much for him, Szabans music plays and the referee holds up his hand

Ed Set:
Well he did it he managed to beat Corperal Punishment...

David Sierra:
Well now comes a tougher challenge for him because he has another match right now

Ed Set:
The champion Johnny Mental and that match is coming up after the...

As Ed is speaking, from stagelight to spotlamp, every light source within the auditorium fades to nothing. Upon the titantron a storm is brewing, black clouds roling and rumbling with thunder. Suddenly the clouds part, allozing 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 vulcans, 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 cheers him.

Ed Set:
I've just received word from the back and this match will start right now and we will be staying with it until the end, no commercial breaks

Mental charges toward Szaban but is caught out with a drop toe hold, Mental looks at the bloody Szaban and points his finger at him acknowledging that he had been out maneuvered. Mental stands to his feet once again and the two men lock up, they jostle for position until Mental manages to get a kick into the mid section of Szaban, Mental rebounds off the ropes and hits a dropkick to Szabans knees, the floored Szaban is quickly pounced upon by Johnny Mental who gets him in an elevated Texas clover leaf

Ed Set:
This could be it, Szaban could tap out right here and lose his chance at championship gold...

David Sierra:
Look at the pressure being applied into this move by Johnny Mental, he looks more determined than ever to win this match

Ed Set:
...But wait what’s this...No don't let this happen

Johnny Mental keeps the pressure applied but making their way down the ramp is Jihad of th VNB, Jihad however stays at the top of the ramp and stares at the ring. Johnny Mental releases the hold in an act of confusion. Szaban recovers and he manages to get to his feet, as the champ turns around he is hit with Bostard Drop from the almost lifeless Szaban, both men lie on the floor barely moving

Ed Set:
Bostard Drop, Bostard Drop, Now cover him Szaban, win that title

David Sierra:
Get up champ are you just gonna let him do that

The referee reaches a count of 6 when Szaban begins to stir, lying in his own bloody mess he begins to crawl over to the champ and throws an arm over him, the referee begins his count...
1..
2..............................
KICK OUT!!!

Ed Set:
No! That's an outrage, Szaban had the champion pinned, we should have a new XVI champion!

David Sierra:
You forget, Ed, Johnny is just THAT DAMN GOOD!

Both men begin to get to their feet and start to trade blows in the centre of the ring, Johnny Mental gets the upper hand and knocks Szaban down with a swinging neckbreaker, he makes his way to the apron and begins to talk with Jihad as Szaban gets up, Johnny springs up to the top rope looking for the 720 DDT, he dives at Szaban but is caught by a super kick, Szaban rolls over as the referee comes out
1..

2...


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.....

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3!

Szaban picks up the win, his limp body rolls off Mental as the referee collects the championship and hands it to the struggling Szaban, sitting in a bloody mess in the corner Szaban is given the title and with what seems to be his only amount of strength he hoists the title into the air appealing to the fans.

Erick Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pin fall and Neeeeeeeeeeew XVI World Heavyweight Champion...Szaban!

Ed Set:
Yes, he did it Szaban did it, he overcame all odds to pull out a brilliant victory over the now former champion Johnny Mental...and just look at Jihad.

Jihad stares at the former champ who is lying motionless in the center of the ring, Jihad shakes his head and walks behind the curtain, leaving Szaban who has found his feet and Mental who is still looking blankly up to the ceiling.

Ed Set:
We have a new champion, what a week this has been, what a Pay Per View, we will see you next week at Side Effect

The last scene of the evening shows Szaban standing in the center of the ring above the former champion, confetti falls from the ceiling and the bloody, battered and bruised champion holds his newly won title high as the scene fades to black.[/color]