Side Effect: February 10th, 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. The 2nd edition of Side Effect has just begun!

Ozzy Osbourne:
Welcome folks to another edition of Side Effect.

Lil’ Jon:
Yes, and we apologize for the short notice move to Saturdays.

Ozzy Osbourne:
No matter, Jon! What matters is that the show is airing now!

Lil’ Jon:
True!

The cameras now give its attention to the ring, as two tables full of beers are seen in it.

Ste Up by Drowning Pool hits the PA as Ironman comes out with a box full of his own beers. The Ironman gets a pop as he raises the box that has Ironweiser printed on it. He gets in the ring and stares at the Bud Light beer cans on his side of the table. He wipes them off with his arm and starts stacking his own cans of Ironweisers on his table while The Next Episode 2005 by Dr. Dre hits the PA with a crowd of boos.

Ozzy Osbourne:
Now remember, folks, last week Ironman came out and he talking to us about him not being able to participate in the tournament. Then Ashley comes out and lets everybody know that if there’s anybody who deserved to be in the tournament, it was him. This leads to Ironman throwing Budweiser-

Lil Jon:
Iornweiser, Ozzy!

Ozzy Osbourne:
Yes, Iornweisers, towards Ashley as he leaves the arena.

Lil Jon:
And shortly after that a beer drinking contest was announced for this week,

Ozzy Osbourne:
Indeed it was, Jon.

Ashley is in the ring on his side of the table. The referee grabs a microphone and speaks.

Referee:
The rules are simple. The first one to drink 10 beers wins. If one of you two decide to attack during the contest, both of you will be disqualified.

The Ironman and Ashley Dickinson nod their head, staring at each other. The referee raises his arm and counts… “One… Two… Three.. Go!

As soon as the referee says Go, Ashley wastes no time to start drinking. The Ironman slowly opens his can of Ironweiser while staring at Ashley. Ashley already has two cans under his belt. Three cans… Four cans… The Ironman is still on his first!

Ozzy Osbourne:
What is Ironman doing, Jon?

Lil’ Jon:
It seems like he’s taking his time!

Ozzy Osbourne:
But why?!

Ashley has already drunk 6 cans and The Ironman has barely drunk one! The Ironman throws the can at Ashley’s table. 7 Cans from Ashley… 8 Cans… Ironman opens his third… The Ironman throws his third can at her table once again. Ashley has finally finished her 10 cans of beers and the bell rings.

Arnold:
Here is your winner, Ashley Dickinson!!

Right when the referee puts his arm high up, the Ironman charges after Ashley, but Ashley had it coming. The Ironman Spears Ashley but Ashley is punching him as he does it. Both men are brawling as the referee rings for the bell and gives the signal for more referees to come out and separate them. Ashley grabs him by the neck and gets the Ironman up. He punches him and throws him to the turnbuckle. He sets the table across from the turnbuckle and grabs the other table and puts it right beside the other table. He gets the Ironman and signals for the Superplex. The crowd boos… He gets him up the turnbuckle, but the Ironman punches Ashley, trying to prevent him from doing anything to him. Ashley seems to get weaker and weaker. The Ironman is starting to get some offense and he’s ready to push him to the tables… suddenly, out of nowhere, Ashley Dickinson superplexes the Ironman throught the tables! The referees start to come in. Ashley gets out of the ring, giving a smirk. The Ironman looks to be knocked out. As Ashley leaves the arena, it goes dark.

Ozzy Osbourne:
What the hell!

Lil’ Jon:
This happened last week!

A voice is heard…

Voice:
No one else deserved to be in that tournament more than me… I trust my client to clean you out at Valentines Massacre… if you can even make it there.

Ozzy:
It’s the same man who knocked out the two wrestlers last week that were in the tournament!

Lil’ Jon:
I think it is!

Ozzy Osbourne:
But who is he?

Lil’ Jon:
No idea, Ozzy!

Voice:
Good luck on your match with my client Ashley. You’ll need it… I’ll be watching.

The scene fades…

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[Makaveli The Don]

[Ozzy]
”Welcome back to side effect….”

[R.A]
”The following battle is scheduled for one fall… It is a 6 man Xtreme battle royal…”

The crowd ‘oo’ with anticipation. Already seen in the ring are Mystery, Justin Sane and Omarion. They warm up, anxious for their opponents to make an entrance.

[R.A]
”Introducing weighing in at 250lbs… Damien Gein…”


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. He glares at the men before him, eyes judging their every last breath with great arrogance. 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 mouths “You’re mine” to the other men watching him, a cut throat motioning for the music to stop.

[R.A]
” And His opponent… Weighing in at 225lbs… The Real Knockout, RKO. “

Mix of flashing colored lights as RKO enters to My Time, lets out a roar on the stage and a spotlight shines on him, strolls down in a focused way to ringside, climbs turnbuckle, stretches his arms out ala triple h on the turnbuckle and then does a stare down with his opponents.

[R.A]
” And the final person to enter this ring… weighing in at 234lbs, Prozac! “

Lights go pretty dim 2 lighting bolts strike the stage at the same time the music starts, a few seconds later 2 more bolts strike now 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, eyes never leaving his opponents. Prozac slides into the ring goes to 2 different turnbuckles, where he gets on the 2nd rope raises one arm and beats his chest twice with the other one, turning his head slowly, a grin perched across his face.


The Bell Rings.

All the men in the ring, circle each other slowly. Mystery grins, sitting on the top turnbuckle, watching everyone else choose who they will fight. Justin Sane and RKO tie up in a test of strength, each one growling intimidating the other. Prozac and Damien grin to each other, sizing each other up with the eyes. Quickly, Prozac runs to Damien, but suddenly changes path, driving straight towards Mystery, running up the ropes and clothes lining him straight to the floor outside… Then as quick as a hiccup, he leaps off backwards, performing a spectacular moon Sault onto all the men into the ring. Mystery stands outside the ring in pure shock at that fact he’d already been eliminated, even though he was clearly the biggest man in the ring. The officials usher him away, making sure he doesn’t create any drama as all the men in the ring lay on the floor.

[R.A]
” Mystery has been eliminated. 5 men remain. “

Prozac is the first to his feet, smiling down at the carnage he has just caused… however, his smile doesn’t last long. Damien takes hold of Prozac’s ankle, pulling it from underneath him, making his face crash hard into the matt. The crowd hiss. Damien jumps to his feet, climbing mounting his opponent’s body, punching hard in the face, over and over again. Justin sane crawls over to the rope, pulling himself up slowly. He got a knee to the head as Prozac took that suicidal dive from the turnbuckle and now as a result, his nose was bleeding. He pressed his hand to his face, then pulled it back, glaring down at his own blood. He looked up slowly… His eyes locking hard onto RKO’s who was running straight for him! RKO clotheslines him clean over the top rope, Justin having no time what-so-ever to even think, let alone reverse it.

[R.A]
” Justin Sane has been eliminated. 4 men remain. “


Suddenly Omarion appears from no where. He’s been standing outside the ring watching the whole time. He grabs hold of Damien, who has just climbed to his feet, pulling him up by his hair and tossing him over the top rope. Prozac rushes towards O, German suplexing him halfway across the ring.

[R.A]
” Damien Gein has been eliminated. 3 men remain. “

RKO picks up O as Prozac begins to approach. Double teaming him, they both throw punches, followed by a long, stinging and painful low blow. Keeled over, O groans in pain as both men try to push him over the top rope… Prozac on the left has hold of O’s tights, trying with all his might to take him out of the match… RKO on the right pushing his torso, before finally, O gives up and drops to the floor outside with a thud.

[R.A]
” Omarion has been eliminated… Only 2 men remain. “

RKO grins looking down at O as he has a tantrum on the outside. Slowly he turns, only to be met with the charging Prozac. Thinking quickly however, RKO ducks, flipping Prozac over his back and sends him crashing to onto O, sending him out of the match and knocking O clean out.

[R.A]
” Prozac has been eliminated… And Your winner is… RKO! “

Prozac stands up, looking up at RKO, shaking his head.

Ozzy:
RKO is the new XTreme Champion!

RKO is celebrating, but Bert, half of The Dems, is seen coming from the crowd and gets Prozac up. Without RKO knowing, Prozac grabs the XTreme Title belt and gets in the ring. Bert is still outside of the ring, waiting for Prozac to make a move. RKO turns around and BAM! Prozac hits him with his own title. Bert gets in the ring and both men are kicking and punching the bleeding RKO.

Ozzy Osbourne:
Prozac has just sent a message. He wants the title and he wants it bad.

Lil Jon:
Folks we have just received word…

Ozzy Osbourne:
..Someone stop this!...

Lil Jon:
…It seems that a match between RKO and Prozac are set to have a match next week at Valentines Day Massacre!

*Commercial*

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[Makaveli The Don]

The crowd cheers awaiting their next match, suddenly the PA system is hit with "Walk" by Pantera, the crowd goes crazy some of them booing and others shouting as Convict steps out from behind the curtains and slowly makes his way to the ring. There's no flashy pyros or videos playing in the background, nothing, Convict is souly focused on his match a scowl on his face. He gets to the ring and goes up the steel steps stepping inside looking around and then rests his back against the rope facing the entrance ramp awaiting his opponent.

The PA system begins to blast, "Broken Man" by Submersed as Genocide steps out from behind the curtains making his way down to the ring beating his chest with his fist as pyros go off in tune with it. As he continues to walk he stops his chest beating and begins to point at a few people in the crowd who are screaming his name, as he reaches the ring he pauses near the apron and poses for the crowd, one fist up under his jaw, and his other one a little bit lower, he jumps up onto the apron rotating, landing he walks up and down the apron for a bit screaming words that we can't make out at the crowd, he back up a little bit back into the middle of teh aporn and ducks beneath the ropes getting into te ring. He looks at Convict and walks around the ring a bit peering into Convicts dead eyes.

The referee signals for the bell as the match starts, Convict and Genocide begin to circle each other their eyes locked together as if by an invisible force. Finally they stop and tie up in the middle of the ring. Genocide gets the upper hand by kicking Convict in the abdomen and then whips Convict into the corner running in after him and delivering a quick clothesline that has Convict looking a bit dazed. Genocide smiles and continues on his offensive, he quickly grapples Convict and takes him into the middle of the ring before delivering a quick snap suplex. Convict holds his back in pain and lets out a sharp yelp after he connects with the canvas. Genocide still doesn't let up and quickly lifts Convict up yet again swinging behind him and delivering a quick german suplex. Genocide has his smile still on his face as he goes for the pin and the referee quickly drops down for the count. 1...2... Convict kicks out cleanly, Genocide stands up and shakes his head, he grabs a fistfull of Convict's hair and yanks him up from the ground setting up for a DDT, Convict pulls a reversal instead executing a fishermans suplex with a bridge as the referee drops dow yet again. 1... Genocide kicks out the pin quickly having no suffered much damage in the match so far.

Convict now goes on the offensive, he lifts Genocide up and begins to deliver right hands to his head pushing him back against the ropes using his body and strength. Convict quickly irish whips Genocide from one side of the ring into the other Genocide bouncing off the ropes as Convict runs at him going for the clothesline, Genocide being smaller ducks under the move with relative ease and then bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Convict in his knees sending him to the canvas, Genocide takes the opening he himself created to quickly begins to stomp on Convicts midsection trying to get all the air out of Convict's lungs to render him useless for a few minutes. Convict however catches Genocide's foot before he can even land the second stomp and pushes his foot upwards sending genocide toppling to the canvas yet again. Convict stands up slowly drawing in a few breaths and then turns to Genocide who scrambles to his feet and runs at Convict a scowl on his face and revenge in his eyes, he goes for a clothesline, but Convict is thinking the same thing and both men connect with each other using the same move sending each other down to the canvas.

Both men are layed out in the ring, Genocide begins to stir and crawls his way over to the ropes pulling himself up as Convict sits up and shakes the cobwebs out of his head. Genocide turns to convict and then runs at him yet again executing a tornado DDT that sends Convict back down to the canvas. Genocide wuickly decides to go for the covering hooking Convict's leg as the referee drops down for the count. 1...2... thr... NO! Convict kicks out yet again, Genocide gets up and begins to yell at the referee his face turning red with frustration. He grab Convict by the hair and slips behind him and executes a quick bulldog, he turns Convict over onto his back and drags him to the center of the ring. Genocide quickly runs over to the ropes climbing them, he quickly jumps off executing a picture perfect frog-splash onto Convict. He goes for the pin yet again as the referee drops down for the pin, 1...2...thr... NO! Convict kicks out yet again! Genocide quickly climbs off of Convict and faces the referee getting in his face pushing him into a corner and screaming that the count was way too slow.

Convict laying on the ground takes the time that Genocide is waisting and catches his breath and his strength, he stand up unknown to Genocide and quickly capitalizes on the situation by running up behind Genocide and turning him around delivering a deadly headbutt to his face and then before Genocide can slump to the ground in pain, Convict executes a quick belly to belly suplex that sends Genocide to the canvas in even more pain. Convict smiles as Genocide holds his nose and quickly picks him up he quickly sets Genocide up for a powerbomb and executes it sending Genocide to the canvas yet again, Convict capitalizes yet again and flips off Genocide as he lifts him up and steps behind him quickly he runs and bounces off the ropes bringing Genocide down with... The Death Sentence!!! Genocide tries to wildly get out of the hold but he fails miserably he yells in pain as the referee looks on ready for Genocide to tap, Genocide finally does and Convict lets go of the hold as the bell is rung to end the match.

Ozzy Osbourne:
Holy shit! Convict goes to the finals!!

Lil Jon:
Hell yes! Look at Genocide!

Genocide is pounding on the mat of the ring. He can't believe it. He starts to yell: I deserve to be in the Finals!

The scene fades to commercials.

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[Makaveli The Don]

Ozzy Osbourne:
Ladies and gentlemen, in case you haven't noticed, there has been an altercation between Dark Halo and The VNB. We are receiving word that the VNB have proposed an offer for her, but challenged one of them to a match. The loser is to be the winner's slave. Almost as if they've been brain washed, actually. Another great match that is set to be taking place at the PPV.

Lil Jon:
Ozzy, why don't we let them know what matches we got lined up at Valentines Day Massacre.

Ozzy Osbourne:
Well, we have Ashley vs The Ironman. This is going to be a good one, Jon. Ever since these two stepped in the XVI ring, they've been having problems.

Lil Jon:
Let's not forget that Ashley Dickison is someone's clent. He was sent to destroy The Ironman. But who is it?

Ozzy Osbourne:
We'll find out at the PPV, I guess. Next up is The new XTreme Champion RKO going up against Prozac in a LADDER Match!

Lil' Jon:
It looks like this isn't the end for both of these men as they continue fighting for the belt! I just hope Bert doesn't end up interfering!

Ozzy Osbourne:
Me neither, Jon. As mentioned, we also have Fade vs Dark Halo in a Be my Slave match.

Lil' Jon:
I think Jihad was too scared to fight Dark Halo. Fade had to step up.

Ozzy Osbourne:
Think what you want, Jon, but Jihad just isn't ready to come out of retirement. Last but not least, we have Finalist Convict going up against the next finalist who is going to be announced after the match coming up next!

Lil Jon:
Who do you think will win this main event's match, Ozzy? Calaz or Johnny Mental?

Ozzy Osbourne:
I don't know Jon... But this will be a huge match that will decide the fate of the XVI.

Lil Jon:
No doubt.

Ozzy Osbourne:
Well, no time to waste... Let's get ready for the main event.

Lil Jon:
I cant wait!

*Commercial*

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[marktate]

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

R.A: The following battle is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Tournament match! This will be a Hardcore Rules match! Introducing first, weighing in at 215 pounds, and from Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdoms… He is "The MorningStar" Johnny Mental!

“When your heart stops beating” by Plus 44 plays throughout the arena, as the lights go out. A spotlight searches the crowd looking for David Calaz, and 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. Calaz climbs the stairs, stands on the outside of the apron bends over and upon coming up flings his hood back to reveal his face, he then climbs into the ring, surveying Johnny.

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

Both men play off to the crowds as the referee makes sure both men are prepared to begin. Both men nod their head, trying to remain there focus on their opponent.

Ozzy: Here we ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening. Of course, it is to determine the final place in the tournament finals, which will take place at Valentine’s Day Massacre.

Lil Jon: And what a perfect match for these two, a No Disqualifications match, with no count outs and no limits.

The bell rings, and Both competitors circle each other as the Mental chants start early. But there is also a few Calaz chants mixed in as well. Mental and Calaz lock up in the middle of the ring each jacking for position. Calaz with the clear strength advantage pushes the opponent back into the turnbuckle. The ref calls for the clean break. David Calaz steps away and slicks his hair back before give Mental the one finger salute. Boos erupt and Johnny rushes out of the turnbuckle and the two men lock up again. But Calaz shoves Mental right back into the turnbuckle. David Calaz puts a smile on his face. Mental gets immediately back to his feet, charging the challenger. Calaz goes for a clothesline but Johnny is able to duck and locks his hands around Calaz's waste. David tries breaking Mental's grip but gets taken to the mat and Mental starts to ride Calaz. Johnny Mental then catches Calaz with a quick Oklahoma roll up!

...1
...2
..thr...kickout!

David Calaz stumbles to his feet realizing he was less than a second away from losing at the semi finals of the tournament. A infuriated Calaz goes right after Johnny but gets caught in a drop toehold. Mental goes down on all fours stalking Calaz. Calaz rolls over to the ropes using them to get back to a vertical base. Calaz was angry before but now he his furious! David in a blind rage charges Johnny but gets a stiff boot to the mid-section followed by a perfectplex!

...1
...2
...thre...near fall!

Ozzy: David Calaz needs to calm down. He's letting Johnny Mental get the better of him. There has already been two close calls for David Calaz and this match has just been begun.

Lil Jon: What do you expect!? Johnny Mental is making a joke out of this tournament! Using these old timers move. It's the new millennium, maybe Mental needs a good wake up call.

Calaz is back to his feet and is tired of Mental’s games. Calaz calls for a test of strength. Johnny Mental agrees and the two men lock up in a test of strength. It's even for a while but Calaz's strength is too much for Mental. David manages to push Johnny back down the mat. Johnny Mental shows his incredible flexibility arching his back using his neck muscles to staying above the mat. The fans begin to rally behind him, and Calaz screams for them to shut up. Mental uses the fans cheers to fight back and get back to a standing vertical base. Johnny still knows he can’t out power Calaz so he proceeds to bite his nose! Calaz breaks the test of strength shoving Mental off him. David clutches his nose turning his back to Johnny Mental. Mental takes the advantage delivering a school boy roll up!

...1
...2
..thre..another kickout!

Calaz quickly rolls out of the ring, and picks up a steel chair from ringside. He closes it and throws it back into the ring. Calaz isn’t done though, as he quickly lifts up the ring apron and pulls out a table. Calaz, still trying to gain his breath, sets the table up on the outside and then looks back underneath the ring. This time, he pulls out a lead pipe! Calaz smiles and rolls back in the ring, wear Johnny Mental is still crawling on his hands and knees. Calaz drops the weapon and walks over to his opponent, grabbing him by the hair and trying to lift him back to his feet. Mental though, reaches his feet, turns around and clocks Calaz with a massive right fist. Calaz falls to the mat, hard. Mental removes something around his knuckles, which appear to be brass knuckles.

Ozzy: Johnny Mental has just K.O’d Calaz with a pair of Brass knuckles! And it is just as legal as a clothesline in this match. After Calaz went and grabbed a bunch of weapons, he was still outdone by Mental.

Lil Jon: A cheap shot to put him in a clear momentum lead. Of course, Mental couldn’t compare with Calaz technically, so he had to cheat sooner or later.\

Mental goes for the cover, but Calaz just gets the shoulder up before 3. Johnny rolls out of the ring, and sets up another table, beside the first one. He rolls back in the ring, where Calaz is using the ropes to stand back up. Mental grabs Calaz from the back of his neck, and pulls him into the middle of the ring. Johnny lifts him up for a suplex, but Calaz is able to fall backwards, landing on his feet, and reversing it into a neck breaker on Mental! Both men are back down, but Calaz is soon back alive, and crawling towards the steel chair. Blood continues seeping through the cut on his forehead, but it only motivates Calaz to push on. Both Calaz and the chair are soon back up, both stalking Mental, who slowly starts getting back up. As soon as Mental reaches his feet, he turns around to face his opponent, and is levelled by a hard chair shot!

Ozzy: The sound of that impact rang throughout the entire arena!

Lil Jon: I think it’s safe to say both men will be feeling the effects of this match. And after the last shot, both men will also lose a lot of blood.

Indeed, Johnny Mental is now busted wide open. Calaz makes the cover, but Mental is able to get the shoulder up somehow. Calaz slams the mat with his fists in anger, before getting back up. He lifts Mental back up with him, and lights him up with a knife edged chop. The crowd woos along with the chops, but Mental quickly puts an end to it, nailing Calaz with an enziguri out of no where! The crowd is cheering out loud again, as both men collapse to the ground, tired and hurt. Quickly however, Johnny is able to nip back up to his feet, before Calaz even has a chance to get to his knees. Mental stalks him from behind, waiting for Calaz to turn around. Finally, Calaz complies and turns around to face Mental. Johnny, delivers a stern kick to the gut of Calaz, and then delivers the Double Underhook Crucifix bomb to sit out pin. The crowd goes insane by the Cerebral Shock!

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell rings, and “From this day” by Machine Head starts up again. Mental has his hand raised by the referee, Mental can barely stand.

R.A: Here is your winner.. “The Morningstar” Johnny Mental!

Mental clutches his lower back, blood still dripping down his face, but a look of happiness spread across his lips. Calaz is slowly getting back up, the referee lifting him back to his feet. Both superstars look each other in the face, and Mental extends his hand out to Calaz. Calaz looks around, and then opens his fist, looking to shake the victors hand. However, before both men can shake, Calaz is taken down hard with the same lead pipe brought in by Calaz- by Genocide! Mental rolls out harms way, and Genocide continues the attack on Calaz, pressing his boots to the back of Calaz’s head.

Ozzy: Johnny Mental moves on in the tournament, but what the hell is Genocide doing out here, and attacking Calaz for?

Lil Jon: I guess he’s still sore about losing his own match..

Genocide grabs a microphone from R.A and clubs Calaz once more in the back of the head with it. He then laughs slightly before raising it to his lips.

Genocide: I find it funny how pathetic garbage like Johnny Mental can find there way into the finals of the tournament, while the true talent like myself, is left out in the cold. Heh.. Even poor Calaz couldn’t even make it to the finals. Well that figures, considering your not even half as talented as a headless chicken. You hear me boy? See, maybe I’ve been too nice to folks around here.. I need someone to make an example out of, and I think it’s safe to say, you might be the only competition left that’s worth my time. So Davey, if you think you can find a way to get your ass back up in time.. How about you come and seek a little payback on me at the pay per view? It’s safe to say you blew your big chance moments ago, and I’m the best there is in this company. I’m gonna prove to management that there is no one here more worthy of main eventing. Deal with it!

Genocide drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring. Blood continues pouring out of David’s head, with the referee signalling for help. XVI goes off the air..