Side Effect: January 30th, 2007

[Makaveli The Don]

Red and Gray pyros blast off around the ring. After going around the ring, the pyros follow up the entrance ramp and once at the top a huge explosion comes out from the pyros as they go up high up in the air. Ladies and gentlemen, the first ever XVI show has begun! The cameras circle around the XVI crowd holding their signs. “XVI… The NEW Generation for Federations” is seen held by a strange but familiar looking man.

Ozzy Osbourne:
Good fucking evening to you all joining us here today. And let me tell you, it’s going to be an unfor-fucking-gettable show. Isn’t that right, Lil Jon?

Lil John:
YEEEEAAAHHHH!!!!

Ozzy Osbourne:
And incase you’re wondering, Myself and this fucking retarded man here are XVI’s official commentators… Only because they couldn’t afford any better. So fuckin’ deal with it!

Lil John:
WHAAAT!!!

Ozzy Osbourne:
Not you, you fucking dumb shit.

Lil John:
OKAAAAYYY!!

Just then, the crowd stand up as Freeagent’s theme music hits the P.A. He runs towards the ring as the crowd is quiet, not knowing who he is. He raises his arms to get a few pops from the crowd. Josh’s song finally hits the P.A as he slowly walks towards the ring. The crowd boos him as he is purposely giving the crowd some heat. He gets in the ring as the referee rings for the bell.

Ozzy Osbourne:
This, my friends, is going to decide who will be the popular. I don’t think we’ve ever heard their names before, Lil John.

Lil John:
NOOOO!

Both men circle the ring. Josh appears to be jumping up and down trying to warm-up. Suddenly, the arena goes dark and the crowd shouts out the “OOOO’s” in the ring.

Ozzy Osbourne:
Bloody Hell! What the fuck is going on man?

The lights go back on and both men are seen knocked out on the floor. The lights go dim… A man who’s face can’t be recognized is on the titantron.. The background is dark. Trees surround him. His face form looks raises up…

“No one deserves to win that tournament more than me….”

The Titantron cuts back to the beaten up men in the ring. The lights go dark once again, and once they go back, Josh and Freeagent are no longer seen.

[Makaveli The Don]

Ozzy Osbourne:
What the hell was that, Lil John?

Lil John:
I DON’T KNOOOOOW!!!

Just then, the cameras go backstage, as Genocide is seen preparing for his match. Chris Muscles, the XVI interviewer, appears in his locker room.

Chris Muscles:
Pardon me, Genocide, but your match is up next. Being the only match set as a Triple Threat Match, how do you think your odds are in your match?

Genocide stares at him, as if he had an IQ of 25.

Genocide:
I got just as much chances as Josh and Freeagent does, don’t I?

Chris Muscles:
Yeah, but you got two other guys in the same ma-

Genocide:
Never mind that, I got a match to win..

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[Makaveli The Don]

Having not told the production boys what his theme music or pyrotechnic settings were in advance; nor even which clips to show on the highlight reel, Mystery swaggers to the ring, signaling to the crowd, to total silence. A handful of fans cheer and applaud, whilst the rest just sort’ve snicker at the lack of music or hype…

The crowd are equally amused when James Bohne, having also not divulged to the techies what exactly what he wants, pulls back the curtain to no music or pyro. One valiant stagehand sprays the floor with a fire extinguisher in an attempt at mist, but just ends up with powder of James’ boots. The fans laugh it off again, shaking their heads in disbelief at the lack of organization.

They stop laughing, however, when Broken Man blares of the P.A. and Genocide comes out from behind the curtain. He punches his chest walking down, 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, Genocide 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. As he is in the ring, he casually walks around.

Ozzy Osbourne:
Well… that was shit. I bet those two feel like fucking idiots now!

Lil John:
Certainly would’ve helped if they’d let the backstage crew know what they want…

Finally the bell rings, and Genocide wastes no time picking up where he left off before retirement, pouncing on James and delivering a thundering right cross, sending him sprawling against the ropes. Mystery follows up with a clothesline, sending James to the outside. Mystery grins and turns… walking straight into a spinebuster from Genocide! Genocide begins putting the boots to Mystery and he writhes on the floor, stomping a mudhole and walking it dry. James staggers onto the ring apron, only to be met with a boot from Genocide, hurling him back onto the guardrail in a considerable amount of pain.

Lil John:
Christ! That must’ve hurt…

Ozzy Osbourne:
It’s a fucking steel barrier, it’s not gonna make you feel any fucking better, is it?

Back in the ring, Genocide untangles his leg from the rope, and is quickly rolled up in a school boy by Mystery. One... Genocide kicks out quickly, and gets a side headlock applied for his troubles. Mystery cranks down on the neck, whilst Genocide struggles to his knees. Genocide hurls forward with all his might, breaking the hold, then charging Mystery, taking out his right knee with a chop block. Mystery hits the ground and Genocide stalks him, only to be met with a boot to the face. Mystery regains his feet, then lands a powerful dropkick, hurling Genocide into the corner. Oustide, James tries valiantly to get back into the ring, but is knocked back to the concrete by Mystery’s baseball slide.

Ozzy Osbourne:
Well, James isn’t doing fucking much, is he? Why’s he even here?

Good question. In-ring, Mystery complains to the referee, stating his concern of James’ well being. With the refs back turned as he checks on James, Mystery charges Genocide with a high knee, driving the point right into his throat. Genocide staggers forward, clutching his neck,m whilst Mystery loosens his watch, pulling it down over his knuckles and winding up the haymaker…

Lil John:
Ohhh, watch out! Ref’s not looking, Mystery’s winding up the Final Punchline, he’s trying to end it early!

As Genocide turns, Mystery launches himself, swinging the fateful fist directly for his face…but Genocide ducks it, spins, and levels him with an almighty clothesline! Mystery almost bounces back to his feet from the impact, only to be taken down once more with a running STO. Finally, James has managed to get back in the ring, and throws a weak forearm across the back of genocide, who turns and levels him with another right cross. James bounces off the ring ropes, only to be lifted high across the shoulders of genocide, then hurled burning hammer style over the top rope and onto the solid, cold concrete!

Lil John:
GENODROP OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! JESUS F’ING CHRIST!!!

Ozzy Osbourne:
And that’s the last we’ve seen of HIM… unless he turns up in the obituaries…

Victory within his grasp, Genocide ascends the turnbuckle, waiting and watching as Mystery finally stumbles to his feet. He jumps and launches himself into a shooting star press… straight into the Genodrop! He rolls Mystery away from the ropes and hooks the leg for a tight pin… One, Two… Three!

Ozzy Osbourner:
The little booger has done it!

Lil John:
YEEAH!

Ozzy Osbourne:
What an upset!! What will we see next!?

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[Makaveli The Don]

Ozzy Osbourne:
What a bloody night, Lil Jon!

Lil John:
HELL YEEEAH!!

Ozzy Osbourne:
What the hell is this? It’s fuckin’ Ironman!

Ironman’s music hits the PA as he comes with a beer truck inside the arena. The crowd cheers.

Ozzy Osbourne:
Last time I saw him was in that old Federation!

Lil John:
WCXF!!!

Ozzy:
That’s right, John!

Ironman comes out with what looks like a 12-pack can of beers. He gets in the ring and grabs a microphone. He looks around before raising the microphone as he hears the crowd go wild. Ironman raises the boxe that is covered with a small white blanket.

Ironman:
It’s been a long ass time since I’ve come in a ring. Hell, I was about to gain more weight than I was supposed to. But getting to the bottom line here, I came here for two reasons. Reason number one is, why in the hell wasn’t I entered in the damn tournament for the XVI Title?

The crowd cheer, agreeing with him.

Ironman:
If you think the Ironman deserves a title shot at the pay per view, give me a FUCK YEAH!

Crowd:
FUCK YEAH!!

Lil John:
YEEEAHHHH!!!!

The Ironman begins to walk back and forth, getting frustrated at the fact that despite the crowd wanting him to be in the Tournament, he was still not accepted in it. He stops walking and looks straight ahead of where he’s facing.

The Ironman:
Well that’s not the only reason why I came out here. The second reason is the most important. As you all know I debuted in the WCXF and since then I have been in the WCXF ever since it went bankrupt. But that ain’t the point. The point is that over the years I’ve been in there, I got enough money to buy a well-known company that I’ve been trying to buy for a long time.

The Ironman takes the white blanket off the box and a 12-pack can of beers is seen. Instead of Budweiser, it is called “Ironweiser”. The Ironman opens the box and and gets outside of the ring. He looks for a specific person on the front row and gives him the microphone.

The Ironman:
Do you think The Ironman deserved a match in the tournament?

Man:
HELL YEAH!!

Lil John:
YEEEAHH!

The Ironman gives him a can of Ironweiser and looks for another person. He then finds a beautiful woman standing in the front row in the corner. The Ironman walks up to her.

The Ironman:
Do you think The Ironman deserved a match in the tournament?

Woman:
Hecks Yeah!


The Ironman gives her a can of Ironweiser and gets one for himself as well. They both give cheers to each other and start to drink, but just then The Next Episode 2006 by Dr. Dre hits the PA.

Ozzy Osbourne:
It’s Ashley! What the hell is he doing here?

Ashley is seen with a microphone at hand. The Ironman doesn’t stop drinking, but Ashley doesn’t feel like waiting.

Ashley Dickinson:
Boo hoo hoo. You know what? You’re not the only person who wasn’t entered in the tournament. I, Ashley Dickinson deserved to be in that tournament more than anyone in this Federation. You know why? Because I have more guts than anybody else in this company.

The Ironman finishes drinking his can of beer, and kindly takes away the microphone from the lady in the front row.

The Ironman:
You know what, Ashley? I’m not surprised you have guts, seeing as you have the guts to interrupt me.

Ashley begins to walk down the entrance ramp towards The Ironman. But then Ironman seems to be throwing cans of Ironweisers towards Ashley.

Ashley:
Throw one more of those cheap ass cans at me and-!

He starts to run now but The Ironman gets inside the crowd area and walks off before Ashley can get to him. On his way to the exit, he throws Ironweisers to the crowd as Ashley stops running, knowing he won’t be catching up to him..

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[Makaveli The Don]

The lights go out and a spotlight searches the crowd looking for David Calaz he appears from some point in the crowd, while the crowd give him a mixed to good reaction, he makes his way down the stairs of the arena and hops the barricade…

To be met by a charging Lifty McTankard, who throws a hard right elbow to the skull. Staggered, Calaz reels against the barricade, whilst Lifty ascends the three metal steps and catapults himself again at Calaz, this time driving Calaz to his knees with a double axe handle!

Ozzy Osbourne:
That was downright fuckin’ dirty, he didn’t even give him a chance to take off his coat!

Lil John:
Well, this IS no holds barred, y’know…

A flurry of punches from Lifty keeps Calaz off guard, before an attempted whip into the steps. Calaz finally snaps out of it, reversing the whip and hurling Lifty into the cold, hard steel. Lifty lives up to his names as he flies over the steel, allowing Calaz a moment to roll into the ring, recuperate and finally remove his hooded vest. Arms outstretched, he poses to the crowd, before taking off at the ropes, suicide diving over the ropes and taking Lifty to the floor with a titanic crash. Surging to his feet, Calaz grabs Lefty by the scruff of the neck, lifting him to his feet and tries to ram his head into the barricade, which Lefty manages to block with his hands, then elbows Calaz in the gut and drives him forehead first into the railings.

Ozzy Osbourne:
Where’s the fucking blood?! Hardcore my ass…

As if acceding to Ozzy’s request, Lifty scarpers to the ring, searching beneath the apron for some goodies, finally pulling out a toolbox, a table, a cookie tray and a ladder. Quickly he grabs the tray with a gleeful grin, and sneaks up on Calaz, bringing the cookie tray down across the back of his head. Once, twice, the third time Calaz snaps and leaps, the foot slamming into the cookie try, then into the Face of Lifty, who drops like a stone. Angry now, Calaz gets to his feet and begins setting up the fun, first leaning the table against the ring apron, then standing the ladder up. He turns, only to be met with another tray shot from Lifty! Calaz falls back against the ladder, whilst Lifty hefts the toolbox and hurls it at Calaz’s head. Calaz ducks and charges, the toolbox exploding against the ladder in a shower of Spanners and Screwdrivers, whilst Calaz hits a running spear, driving Lifty through the leaning table. Lifty curls up on the floor on a ball, clutching his guts whilst Calaz signals once more to the crowd, before sliding into the ring. With a grin of almost insanity, Calaz runs up the turnbuckles and launches himself onto the ladder, teeters for a nervous second, then lets fly with a Spiral tap, landing on Lifty’s already punished ribs from ten foot in the air. Calaz rolls over and drapes an arm over Lifty whilst the ref counts one, two, three!!!

Ozzy Osbourne:
Calaz advances! Calaz advances!

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[Makaveli The Don]

Two men are seen sitting down on the front row with serious looks on their faces..

Ozzy:
What the hell?? WHat are The VNB doing here?

Lil' John:
To watch the damn show, Ozzy, why else?

Ozzy:
I don't know, Lil' John.. They've been wanting to look for Dark Halo for a long time.

Lil' John:
Ozzy, trust me.. They have no intentions of interfering with the show, at least not this week.

Ozzy:
We'll see, Lil' John.

Lil' John:
OKAAAYY!


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[Ozzy]
”What a fucking amazing match maaan… I mean….”

Ozzy drifts off slowly, looking around the crowd, shaking in his seat. Suddenly his body is shaken to reality…

The bass line bounces throughout the arena as the lights flicker on and "Ballin" blares over the speakers in the arena. As the crowd anticipates the arrival of Omarion they sing along with the chorus, "Ballin" being screamed throughout the place. The bass line continues to pound the speakers and finally, with a slow saunter Omarion makes his way from backstage.

The hood of his fatigue hoody is draped over his head, along with a pair of "stunner" shades covering his eyes. He makes the "Ballin" motion as you hear it over the speakers. His jeans sag low and his white kicks brighten up the floor beneath him. As Omarion reaches the ring apron he stops makes the ballin motion and leaps up on top of the apron and goes through the ropes. As O-D saunters towards the ropes he performs the "Ballin" motion one more time and then leans his back against the ropes, waiting for his opponent.

[Arnie]
”This next match…. The winner will proceed onto the next round OF THE TOURNIMENT TOO!. “

The crowd pop with excitement. Arnie begins to nod his head, the gap between his teeth almost as comical as his accent.

[Arnie]
” The first contender; weighing in at … wait, Is that all?... I could crush him with one hand… “

Arnie laughs to himself, the microphone being clutched tightly in his hand as it hangs limply beside him. He looks up at Omarion and laughs.

From stage light to spot lamp, every light source within the auditorium fades to nothing. Upon the titan tron a storm is brewing, black clouds rolling 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 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. Flicking his limp strands of hair our of his face, he looks up with an evil grin at Omarion… The crowd roaring his name.

Arnie walks over slowly, extending his hand to Johnny…


[Arnie]
” Hello, Howareyou?…. “

Johnny’s eyes don’t move from Omarion. Omarion grins, running towards the Morningstar, however the Morningstar ducks, and Omarion comes bouncing back off the ropes. Johnny almost snaps Omarion in two with a spear as he comes from the rebound. The crowd pop, watching Morningstar walk around his opponent, stalking their every move with great interest.

OD jumps up, trying to connect with a toe kick, but Morningstar reverses it into Japanese arm drag. OD gets up again quickly, both men staring at each other. The crowd roar as they tie up in a test of strength. Johnny grabs hold of OD round the waist, and so easily, hits a float over suplex, slamming OD to the matt hard.

Morningstar looks around the crowd, grinning viciously as Omarion lays on the matt, clutching his back. Johnny rushes over to him, stomping him in his chest, repeating the same move over and over, applying pressure to OD’s upper body with his constant thuds. Morningstar walks away slowly, raising his hands in the air.

OD quickly jumps to his feet, spitting onto the matt, rushing towards his opponent. Grabbing hold of his waist, he flips him into a back body breaker, the crowd gritting their teeth with anticipation as these two titans battle it out. OD carries on the beat down, dragging Johnny to his feet by his hair, before delivering a traumatizing power bomb!

Morningstar murmurs, looking up towards the ceiling. OD Taunts Johnny’s fans just to rub it in a bit more. He flaunts over to where his opponent lays, lifting him once more by his hair, kicking him in the midsection, before whipping him across the ring into the turnbuckle in the corner.

Johnny stands slightly dazed, trying to catch his breath obviously. OD runs towards him, but Johnny quickly side steps, causing a head on collision between OD and the top turn buckle. OD stumbles around the matt, now Johnny decides to capitalize. Climbing to the outside, he jumps up on the top rope as the crowd scream. Finally they get to see it… The 720 DDT! The crowd gasp at this sensational move, as OD’s head hits the matt with a thunderous bang. The referee begins to count the pin, after picking up his jaw from that last move.

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[Arnie]
” Hello, This is Arnold again. Your winner is… Johnny Mental…. “

Johnny stands in the ring, looking down at OD, before looking around the crowd and celebrating as we cut to a commercial break.

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[Makaveli The Don]

The VNB are seen whispering to each other, and finally stand up and leave...

Ozzy Osbourne:
Where are they going?

Lil' John:
They got stuff to do!

Ozzy:
Like what?

Lil John:
Ozzy, you ask too many questions.

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[Ozzy]
”You join us back in the XVI arena, you cunts, to witness a true spectacle.. In sports enterta--- SSHHAARROOOONN!! The fucking script.. I can’t read it!”

Standing in the ring, microphone in hand is the one and only Arnold Schwarzenegger. With a cheesy grin plastered across his face, he reads from the card which he has in his hand.

[Arnie]
”This next match…. The winner will proceed onto the next round OF THE TOURNIMENT!. “

The crowd pop with excitement. Arnie begins to nod his head, the gap between his teeth almost as comical as his accent.

[Arnie]
” The first contender; weighing in at a puny 250lbs and a PATHETIC HEIGHT OF 6’4’’…. “

Superbeast grimly seeps into life, slowly suffocating the once dormant PA system cruelly as the furious beats begin to burn its acidity into the delicate ears of the awaiting audience, their eyes filled with both shock and hatred, knowing what or whom was to come next.. their sickening face perched cruelly in the back of their minds, as their blood pumps their thicken disgust to their heart.
Crimson red pyros erupt into a frenzy of life, as the harsh beating of the song pounds into formidable sound… starting up from the large stage… down toward the prominent ring below… a black silhouette only to appear from behind the stage.
An air of arrogance suffocate their presence -Cleary seen as a man- as a vulgar grin spreads innocently across his beaten lips, his darkened eyes remaining empty and cruel as they slowly flicker from each member of the jeering audience… their hate and fear feeding his growing ego satisfyingly.


The camera begins to move in closer as he take a drag of the helpless cigarette which remains entrapped by is masculine index finger and thumb… he smiles as it comes to a stop only inches away.. his face only to lean forward in certain angst as he releases the decaying smoke… blinding the once piercing lens as the smoke spirals off into a slow death… Damien now only to make his was solemnly down the ramp… eating the tensed air as any starved child would to sweets.
His long muscular legs haul him slowly down the rampway, taking note of all the sickened faces that watch him saunter by… few remaining quiet… afraid to anger him whilst the others shouted their insults, and threatened his existence. He just laughs, and continues on his journey before reaching ring side and grabbing the middle rope in his large hands as he swings back then lifts his long legs up swiftly… now sliding into the ring quickly as he forward flips to his feet… now dusting himself off as though the dirt wasn’t good enough for him. Crying boos continue to flood his ears as his poisoned lips remain smothered by his vulgar grin which grew all but a few spaces more as he motions for a mic, a cut throat motioning for the music to stop as he catches it in his right hand… his emptied eyes looking mischievously upon the crowd dearly as silence befalls the arena.

Arnie extends his hand towards Damien; who returns the gesture by just glaring at Arnie. Arnie smiles politely.

[Arnie]
” Hello, Howareyou?…. “

Damien raises his eyebrow, mouthing to Arnie to just “get the fuck on with it.” Arnie shakes his head, speaking into the mic again.

[Arnie]
” You lack discipline! …. “

Laughing at this strange display of ring announcing, Damien begins to warm up, eyes never leaving the entrance ramp. Arnie scowls, getting angry. He begins to raise his fist, but gets told in his ear piece to carry on. Gritting his teeth, he does…

[Arnie]
” This Idiots opponent…. Weighing 285lbs and towering over this sonofabitch at…… 6’4’’… “

The thundering riff of “Walk” By Pantera slams over the P.A system, shaking the speakers and the crowd to their very core. Boo’s erupt from the crowd as no video, or pyros hit to welcome this beast. With determined eyes, Convict steps out from behind the black curtain, a camel, non-filtered cigarette hanging limply from his mouth as he walks towards the ring, taking off his long, black leather coat as he does so. Damien stands in the ring, watching, a smug grin perched onto his handsomely chiseled face.

As the two men’s eyes lock, the cage slowly lowers. They take a second to glare at the steel which surrounds them, becoming their prison for as long as they stay inside this squared circle.

Then, once again, they turn their attentions to each other.

Convict circles Damien, eyeing up the competition. Shaking his head, obviously displeased with what he has been put up against. Damien laughs again, rushing towards his opponent and holding him in a test of strength.

The crowd watch on in anticipation, eyes glued to these two seemingly well matched opponents. The cigarette still hanging loosely from Convicts mouth as he grins evilly, pushing Damien away, making him stumble backwards. Convict laughs sadistically, walking around the ring… Damien, obviously annoyed with Convicts cockiness and that he just made him look like a fool, rushes towards him again. With pure grace, Damien wraps his arms around Convicts waist and flicks him with ease into a snap suplex. The crowd pop again nicely.

[lil’ jon]
”OOOKKAYY-YAH!. “

Convict gets to his feet quickly, smiling at Damien with vicious intensions written all over his face. Damien nods, letting Convict know that they are pretty evenly matched. Shaking his head, Convict throws his cigarette onto the canvas…. Before quickly rushing towards Damien, hitting him hard with the Lou thesz press, followed smoothly by mounted punches. Convict stands up, pulling Damien with him by his shirt, before ramming his head hard into the unforgiving steal. The crowd winces at the agony this must have caused. Convict loves the reaction… and does it again. Continuously he beats the handsome Damien into the steal, wanting to mutilate such a pretty thing.

Convict grins, stepping back to admire his handy work. Damien, slumped over in the corner, bleeding profusely from his forward, looks up at the beast, blood dripping into his eyes… Then slowly, a sick smile begins to spread onto his face.

Convict, however, doesn’t seem fazed. Almost like he was hoping this would happen. Convict cracks his neck and his knuckles as Damien slowly begins to drag himself to his feet. Convict grins, gesturing for Damien to take a shot at him.

Damien spits some blood out onto the mat, wiping his mouth on the band of his hand… then grins, seeing his own crimson spread across his skin. Looking up, their eyes meet once more.

Damien runs again to Convict, flattening him with a clothesline. Both men face to face again as Convict springs to his feet, however once again Damien drops him with a clothesline; Convict obviously refusing to give up. A grin for a grin, as both men stand their eyeing each other up.

Damien spits on the canvas once more, driving his foot hard into the mid section of Convict. Reeling over, Damien pushes convicts head between his legs, before lifting him up into an electric chair drop position and dropping him down hard against the unforgiving canvas below them.

Slowly convict climbs to his feet, and the two tie up once more. Convict this time, returning the favor by kicking Damien in the mid-section… However this time, getting him into the power bomb position… and throwing him, back first, against the steel caging. An “Oooo” rings out through the crowd as Damien hits the matt hard, arching his back in pain.

Convict walks over to Damien slowly, looking down at his frame with sheer disgust. Damien lay their, clutching his head in his hands, his face buried deep into the canvas. Unknown to him, that’s right where Convict wants him. “The Shank” is the only word to describe the sickening move which Convict then pulled onto him. Damien’s face hits the canvas with a thud, leaving a crimson puddle where it made contact. Spitting on his body, Convict begins to walk away, walking to the opposite side of the cage and slowly begins to climb.

Damien looks up through stray stands of blood, seeing Convict so close to winning… too tired to stand, he crawls across the matt, grabbing hold of the ropes which Convict is standing on and begins to shake them… Convict looses his footing, falling with a jolt, the rope catching him… between his legs. Damien smiles, falling against the ropes, looking around the ring, ever planning his next move.

Convict slowly begins to stir after hitting the floor with a thud. Damien crawls over to him, raking his eyes viciously as he thinks. He crawls to one of the sides of the cage, taking a hand full of the steal, ripping a small hole in the cage. Leaning against the ropes, breathing heavily, Damien watches Convict. He quickly pulls the steel to a straight shape, placing it between his index and middle finger. Grinning maliciously, He begins to scratch, scrape and dig at Convicts forehead!

The blood is amazing, oozing, seeping, dripping onto the matt as the sharp metal cuts into his soft, tender flesh. Convict grits his teeth, getting extremely angry.

Damien, after pleasing himself with the amount of blood he just splattered across the ring, throws the piece of metal out of the cage, following up with his equally vicious move “The Omen”. Both men scream, Damien applying pressure, Convict going faint with blood loss.

The pressure gets tighter, As Damien sees the title almost in his hands….

But then slowly, Convict begins to stir… His hand holding onto the ropes as his body rocks slowly… Miraculously, he gets to one leg… Then two, standing up fully straight, whilst Damien still has “ The Omen” locked in on him. Woozy, Convict begins to stumble…. Shaking his head, he squints his eyes, trying to search through the blood. Quickly, and insanely, He charges towards the metal cage door, slamming the head of Damien into it. Again and Again, over and over, yet Damien won’t let go of the hold!

Harder and harder, to the point where the padlock and chain have both snapped in half and the referee is the only person holding the door closed. Convict lets out an aggravated scream, Grabbing hold of Damien by his throat. Damien, obviously being chocked, Lets the grip loosen… allowing Convict to get free.

With such a staggering force, Convict slams Damien’s body hard onto the matt, the crash ringing through the ears of each crowd member. Damien holds his chest, winded it may seem by the impact. Convict cracks his neck again, wiping the blood off of his head with the back of his hand. With an evil laugh, Convict escapes through the door, eyes never leaving the bloodied Damien. The ring bells as Convict is celebrating.

Suddenly, the crowd sees Calaz come from behind of Convict and hits him with a chair! Convict is down. Calaz raises the chair high up shouting the belt is his but it turns to silent. He's been punched by Genocide in the back. Genocide is attacking Cala with kicks and right hands. Johnny Mental then comes in the scene and starts to hit Genocide. Convict is on his knees now realizing what is happening. He can't get up.

Ozzy Osbourne:
They all want the title, John!

All men start to brawl right outside the cage. Johnny Mental slams Genocide on the cage. Calaz, with that chair he had, slams it on to Johnny Mental. He realizes the Convict is on his knees. He raises the chair, aiming to hit him on the head, but for some reason he drops it. Convict gave him a low blow! Calaz falls on the floor, putting his hands over his groin area. The crowd is yelling. Convict seems confused. After a few second on his knees.. he finally lands face first on the floor as the show fades to black...

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