Side Effect: March 4th, 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.

Ed Set:
Hello everyone and welcome to another exciting edition of XVI Side Effect, as always I'm Ed Set and my partner, David Sienna...David

David Sierra:
You said it Ed, the key word is exciting, and just to prove that look at this next match, a triple threat to kick off the show

The camera cuts to R.A. in the center of the ring,The arena goes black as Suffocate slams the PA. Flames slowly rise from the stage. After a couple of minutes Jason and "The One" slowly rise from the stage. Walking through the flames they slowly make their way to the ring. As they walk down the ramp flames explode from both sides. They stop at the bottom and "The One" unhooks the chain from Jason. Jason then slides in the ring and stands there. He then releases an enraged roar as flames erupt from the ring posts.

R.A.:
Introducing first from San Fransisco, CA, weighing in at 295 lbs...Jason Cane

Ed Set:
Now this entrance is unique

David Sierra:
You mean scary as hell, i think that suits this guys entrance a little more than unique

Jason Cane paces the ring awaiting the first of his two opponents to arrive then the spot light focuses on the entrance near the curtains as rifts from Metallica’s Sad But True flood the arena. As the crescendo rises and the main guitar melody hits a set of gold pyrotechnics go off near the entrance. The curtains stir and none other then Black Jack himself emerges from behind them. The crowd begins to go nuts as Black Jack makes his way to the ring in his black tights with a red spade on the side, his black leather wrestling boots make a clang with each step he executes while walking down the ramp. He makes his way alongside the crowd slapping a few high fives before walking up the steel steps and ducking under the ropes getting inside the ring, he smiles at the crowd and takes off his black shades that cover his eyes and tosses them along with his black wife-beater into the crowd. Black Jack then paces the ring a bit before settling on the second rope and posing for the crowd as four gold pyrotechnics go off from the turnbuckles.

R.A.
...And his opponent from Stamford, CT, weighing in at 300 lbs...Black Jack

Ed Set:
This looks like a volatile situation right here

David Sierra:
Thats right and there is still one more participant to enter this match

Black Jack and Jason Cane stare each other down for a few seconds before the arena goes dark and lights begin to randomly flash around. Saliva's Survival of the Sickest hits and a man dressed in leather pants, black see through tank top, and black sunglasses steps through the curtain. he looks around the arena smiles smugly, and saunters down to the ring. he jumps flat-footed form the floor to the apron and steps through the middle rope. He climbs the turnbuckle and extends his arms out and looks up to the sky as sparks shower from the ceiling

R.A.
...and finally from Memphis, TN, weighing in at 221 lbs...Johnny Kaos

The three men all stand in a corner of the ring not breaking eye contact with each other, the referee calls for the bell and this match is under way

Ed Set:
Here we go ladies and gentlemen were under way

The three men circle each other for a while before Kaos and Cane lock up they jostle for a good position on each other while Black Jack stands back and watches the others, Kaos pushes Cane down but is then met with a strong right hand from Black Jack, Black Jack turns around and lays out Cane with another right hand and then swings for Kaos once again who ducks and grabs Black Jacks arm holding him free to be attacked by Cane, Cane delivers a swift kick to Black Jacks gut, while Kaos keeps hold of his arms

Ed Set:
Look at that there double teaming on him, this isn't a handicap match

David Sierra:
Your right there Ed its not, but this is tactics, if they wear one man down its a simple one on one competition

Cane delivers a number of damaging blows to Black Jacks head and gut before running at the ropes to attempt a clothesline, Black Jack wriggles free at the last minute and Cane ends up nailing Kaos with the clothesline instead, Cane leans over the limp body of aos before turning round to have Black Jack deliver a big boot to Cane and knocks him onto his back, Black Jack quickly attempts the cover...
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Kick out, Cane gets the shoulder up, Kaos then swiftly moves into attacking Black Jack and Cane while there both on the floor with violent kicks to there heads and backs, he stops for a moment to appeal to the crowd who react with violent jeers

Ed Set:
Look at that this guy should concentrate more on the match and less on the crowd, that way he may pick up a win

David Sierra:
A great man once said "Never ignore the fans, if you do you may aswell lose the match anyway" you who said that Ed...Me!

Ed Set:
Right, OK...anyway back to the match

The time Kaos had spent appealing to the fans had cost him, now Black Jack and Cane were up and working as a team to wear down Kaos, they hit him with numerous shots the the upper body and head before a double suplex, when both men reacj a vertical base Cane turns on Black Jack hitting him with a Spike DDT

Ed Set:
Ouch! did you see how Jack landed on that one, that could be him out for the match, id say Cane has the advantage so far

David Sierra:
I wouldn't be too quick to write off the other two competitors in this on just yet Ed

Kaos sees his chance with Black Jack on the floor and Cane just recovering from delivering the move to attack, he grabs Cane by the hair and lifts him up, he kicks him in the stomach then sets up for the Spinal Tap, he lifts him into the air and stalls for a few seconds before he hits him with the Spinal Tap

Ed Set:
I guess I was wrong look at that he hit the Spinal Tap this one is over

David Sierra:
That move is pure evil, it could cause serious damage

Kaos moves swiftly into the cover...
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Black Jack breaks up the pin just as the referees hand was coming down for the three, Black Jack lifts up Kaos and hits him with a polish hammer, Cane now recovered from the Spinal Tap gets up and hits Black Jack with hard right hands until he reaches the corner, Cane lifts him up and delivers the bound to hell on Black Jack, both men lie on the floor out cold when Kaos sees his chance and executes the Straight Jacket onto Cane

Ed Set:
He has that locked in tight this could choke him clean out

David Sierra:
He is cutting off all the oxygen to Canes head with that choke hold

Cane refuses to tap to the Straight Jacket but his body becomes limp as if he has been knocked out, the referee grabs Canes arms and lifts it up once, there is no reply, he does it again and again no response, before the referee picks up his arm for the third time Black Jack breaks up the submission by stamping on Kaos' head, he gets Kaos up to his feet and quickly hits the Over 21...
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Black Jack picks up the victory and stands above his two fallen foes with the referee raising his arm high into the air, Black Jack has a look of anger on his face as he looks down at the two destroyed men

R.A.:
Your winner by pin fall...Black Jack

Ed Set:
Wow what a match we have just witnessed there and what a hard fought victory Black Jack just earned himself

David Sierra:
I taught that guy everything he knows, stand up and take notice of my work

Ed Set:
You taught that guy nothing, now sit down and stop making an ass of yourself, we will see you for more Side Effect action after the break

The camera shows David Sierra giving a standing ovation to Black Jack with a cheesy smile on his face and Ed Set shaking his head in embarrassment, the camera then pans to Black Jack who has made his way up the ramp and is standing at the top taunting the fans before he disappears behind the curtain and the scene fades to commercials[/color]

[Makaveli The Don]

The scene opens on the announce table after the commercial break has ended, the fans are going wild and Ed Set and David Sienna are sitting together staring straight into the camera

Ed Set:
Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to XVI Side Effect, next up is our first ever tag match

David Sienna:
Thats right XVI's first tag team match since being formed, and these two teams have had some issues lately that have led up to this match

The camera cuts to the ring where R.A. is standing with a microphone in hand

R.A.:
The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Miami, FL, weighing in at 210 lbs...Versage Flames

As the music starts the lights flicker rapidly in beat with the drum base. Versage walks out and glances around at the audience. As the beat picks 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 multiple shots of red sparks in a diagonal angle. With that fire spurts up in a wave along the ramp as he begins to walk down. His hand reaching out to grasp some of the audience 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, crisp military salute to the crowd then paces around the ring awaiting his partner,

R.A.:
...and from parts unknown, weighing in at 175 lbs...Sah'ta Thor

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 time keeper.

Ed Set:
Well there is an odd couple to say the least

David Sienna:
I hope that Thor isn't planning on using that sword any time soon or things could get messy for there opponents

Hollywood Undead by The Natives hits the P.A. system and Ritalin and Prozac walk out on stage look at the crowd then they each go to a side of the stage and Ritalin raises both his arms and Prozac Raises one arm and beats his chest with the other. Then they both walk down the ramp while pumping up the crowd by slapping hands or flexing for them then they both slide into the ring and go to two corners and they both get on the middle rope in the corners together and raise there arms.

R.A.:
And the opponents at a combined weight of 444 lbs...The Meds

The referee calls for the bell to ring and the match begins with Prozac starting against Versage, the two illegal men stand on the outside giving last minute advice to there partners

Ed Set:
Here we go our very first tag match is under way

Prozac and Versage circle each other before locking up in the center of the ring, both men struggle to get the upper hand at first but Versage manages to catch Prozac slightly off guard and connects with a kick to the gut which he follows up with a scoop slam, he bounces of the ropes and lands on Prozacs mid section with a hard knee, he then picks up Prozac by the head and drags him to his corner making the tag to Thor, he climbs into the ring and Versage holds Prozac giving a clean shot for Thor which he takes by delivering a hard right hand to Prozac's mid section, the referee calls for Versage to leave the ring and he complies holding his hands up in innocents, Thor whips Prozac off the ropes and delivers a dropkick to his knee, forcing Prozac to fall on his face, In Prozacs corner Ritalin starts banging on the turnbuckle willing the fans to join in and help him cheer on Prozac

Ed Set:
The crowd are really behind the meds tonight Dave

David Sienna:
Yes they are Ed but having the fans behind them wont save you when your flat out with your shoulders on the mat

Ed Set:
Hold on didn't you say that having the fans on your team...ahh forget it

Thor picks up Prozac once again and delivers a few shots to his head before walking him towards his corner and throwing him up against the turnbuckles, he begins a beat down on Prozacs head and the crowd chant along...1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...Thor stops to taunt to the crowd and this allows Prozac to deliver a spin out powerbomb, Prozac begins his crawl towards Ritalin who has his arm stretched ready for the tag, Thor starts to stir and manages to get the tag to Versage who quickly runs and grabs Prozacs leg as he was just about to make the tag, he drags Prozac back who is hopping on one leg, but then Prozac manages to hit an Enziguri on Versage who lets go of Prozac and falls to the floor, Prozac then leaps towards Ritalin and makes the tag, Ritalin storms into the ring and Thor seeing this does the same, but if met by a clothesline from Ritalin who turns and hits another clothesline on Versage then turns again and hits a dropkick to Thor, Ritalin stands up and lets out a huge roar to the fans

Ed Set:
Wow, Dave Ritalin is pumped for this match

David Sienna:
He sure is he just took out both his opponents with ease

Ritalin then picks up Versage who is the legal man and nails him with a face buster, he rolls into the cover...
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No, Thor dived across the ring and broke up the count but he is met by Prozac and a death valley driver as the move is being performed the ref gets in the way and takes a bump from the falling Thor and lays flat out in the ring, Ritalin and Prozac stand tall in the ring as there opponents both roll out under the ropes and begin to make there way up the ramp, Prozac and Ritalin stand by the side of the ring beckoning for them to come back and finish the match but there opponents keep walking to the top of the ramp where they are met by...Damien

Ed Set:
Oh my god, is it him?

David Sienna:
It sure is Ed thats him alright, it's Damien

Ed Set:
Damien is here in XVI, oh what a day for this company

Thor and Versage both stand in fear of Damien who throws a viscous right hand at Versage causing to roll all the way down the ramp, he grabs Thor by the hair and drags him to his fallen partner at the bottom of the ramp, Damien throws Thor back into the ring and begins a beat down of Versage outside the ring, Thor stands up looking at Damien for a second, forgetting about The Meds until he turns round and is nailed with a 4D, the referee comes around and starts to count as Ritalin goes for the pin
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Ed Set:
The Meds have done it, they pick up the win

David Sienna:
Yeah with a little help from Damien

The Meds celebrate in the ring over the limp body of Thor until Damien throws Versage into the ring along with his fallen partner, Damien begins to climb into the ring and The Meds scatter and walk away to the back leaving Thor and Versage both knocked out with Damien, Damien lifts Thor to his feet before crashing him back down again with the Devils Scorn, he then follows it up with the same moves on Versage, the two men are left flat out in the ring with Damien standing above them arms raised and appealing to the fans who are going crazy, the scene slowly fades to commercials

[Makaveli The Don]

After the commercial break, The scene pans down to the announcer’s table and David Sierra and Ed Set…

David Sierra ~ Welcome back fans to Side Effect! Coming up next we have for you a match featuring XVI Superstar Szaban!

Ed Set ~ But before that, We have just gotten word that a large stretch limousine just entered backstage. The crew doesn't seem to know who it belongs to.

David Sierra ~ That’s odd. But I guess we will find out soon enough. So anyway, Szaban seems to have an uphill battle tonight as he will be facing a mystery opponent! Do you have any thoughts on that Ed?

But before Ed Set has the chance to answer David Sierra's question. The lights in the arena suddenly dim to a dark shade of red. And the fans in attendance wait in quiet anticipation of what is going to happen next. Suddenly, The backstage curtain parts and out steps, In single file. Approximately twenty very large men, All dressed identical, In long flowing red cloaks...

David Sierra ~ What the hell is this? Ed, What is going on!

Ed Set ~ Hmm, For a change… I have absolutely no clue…

David Sierra ~ Just what do these men think they are doing?

All of the men in the cloaks, Then begin to make their way down to the ringside area and then circle the ring showing no emotion whatsoever... The arena is totally silent, Anxious to see what is going to happen next. And then suddenly, From center stage... The arena is rocked by a single burst of white pyrotechnics as if announcing some sort of arrival!

David Sierra ~ WHAT THE HELL! I know that entrance! It can't be!

Ed Set ~ For once, I am in total agreement! It can't be them!

The arena then explodes as the sounds of Shotgun Messiahs “Violent New Breed” begins to blare over the PA. The arena dims and then lights to a dark shade of red. Camera flashes overtake the arena as a wall of flames immediately flares up near The XVI Jumbo-Tron for several seconds, As the flames begin to die down, You see the silhouette of two men standing behind the flames.

David Sierra ~ I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!

The crowd then explodes when stepping out from the smoke and lights stands a man dressed all in black from head to toe, A man known as “The Ruler of ALL” Jihad “The Devil” Sullivan. Standing to Jihad's right is another man dressed in blue jeans and an old dirty brown trench coat, This man stands looking over the crowd with a huge smirk on his face. This man… "The Demolition Man" Michael "Fade" Gordy

David Sierra ~ OH MY GOD! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! IT’S THE VNB! THE VIOLENT NEW BREED ARE IN XVI!

Ed Set ~ This isn't the first time we have seen Fade here in The XVI. But it is most certainly the first time we have seen The VNB here as a collective unit, This cant be good for The XVI!

Jihad stands glaring down the ramp towards the ring as Fade stares at a scantly dressed woman standing near the ramp. Finally, The VNB then begin to make their way down the ramp and to the ring... Jihad quickly slides under the bottom rope and stands in the middle of the ring with microphone in hand as Fade stands on the top turnbuckle and slowly raises his arms. The fans then quickly go into a chant of “VNB” …

Ed Set ~ This is going to be most interesting!

A few moments pass, And Jihad then makes his way over to Fade, Hands him the microphone, And then returns to his position in the center of the ring. After a few more moments of toying with the fans, Fade finally brings to microphone to his lips and...

Fade ~ XVI! How the hell are ya? So yea, It's been a while since I graced you with my presence. And since I have been absent for a while, I decided I would come out here and give a comment on everything that I missed. Now... First off, There was... Umm... Well... Well anyway, After that, There was that time that... Uh... Hmm.... Well hell, It seems like I haven't missed a damn thing since I have been gone. Well, I mean with the exception of Poison damn near bending over, Touching her toes, And taking it up the ass from one Jimmy "The Mental" Shootingstar. I mean Poison, Baby... What the hell? WHAT THE HELL? Are you so distraught over me kicking your mangy ass to the curb that you now have to hook up with the likes of Joey Superstar? I mean hell... PUH-LEEZE! Listen baby, I tell you what... After tonights show, How about I leave my hotel key and room number with security. And then, You show up at my room around 11ish, Be sure to bring 100 bucks with you. And then, I will give you exactly what you want... Yet another ride on The Fade Express... Now, No need to thank me, I am just a great guy.

Now, Before I turn the mic here over to Devil-J, I have one last thing I need to say. And that, That is to... Convict. Dude, Listen up, I got some advice for ya. Now, I am not giving you advice because you like suck or anything. I mean hell, A flying monkey could kick the bejesus out of Jackie Fallingstar. Anyway, I saw first hand how Poison and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star disrespected you. And I want you to know, There is only one way to really handle a fairy like Jamie "The Headcase" Starchild. And that is to walk right up to the fairy bitch, And slap the taste right out of his mouth. Once that happens, I promise you, He will wet his pants, And you will make him your bitch. Much... Like The VNB did.

However Connie, I have to say this. You have NO chance in hell of ever capturing The XVI World Championship away from this guy. Now, Why you may ask... Well I have it on good authority the Jose Starburst is really good friends with President Makaveli... And um, I mean... "REALLY" Good friends. Now, Don't get me wrong... If they want to be fairies and bat for the other team, More power to them. But... Fade Gordy doesn't swing that way, I am not a switch hitter... So before you get your hopes up Mak and Juan Supernova, Nothing is ever... EVER... Going to happen between us. Understand? No Fade Express for you!

Now... I think I have covered just about everything I care to say.

Ed Set ~ I just love this guy!

David ~ Are you kidding me? That guy has to be the most conceited jerk in wrestling history!

Finally... Fade leaps from his position on the turnbuckle, And makes his way to the center of the ring where he then hands the microphone to Jihad Sullivan. The second, That Jihad touches the mic, The "boos" in the arena seem to magnify by ten. Jihad just stands there and grins, As he then brings the mic to his lips and...

Jihad ~ So... This is The XVI. Home of the great Johnny Mental, A man that I have a flawless record against. Home, Of the great Makaveli. A man, That can only wish that he could run a federation even half as well as myself. Home of the great Szaban, A man who tends to leave whatever federation he is in, Just as soon as he catches wind that I have entered the same federation. And lastly, Home of the great Corpse... A man... That I am something like 112 and 0 against. Yes... This most certainly looks like just a "superstar" packed federation...

Fade then leans over to Jihad, And without a microphone in hand, The television cameras still catch him mumbling to Jihad...

Fade ~ Well you can't expect very much from a fed that actually has "RKO" as a champion...

Jihad simply chuckles and continues...

Jihad ~ Yes, Most true... But regardless, I am not here to speak of the lack of any true talent here within The XVI. I am here to speak of a match that will soon be upon us all. A match, I am most certainly looking forward to. Yes, I think you all know the match I speak of... The Corpse, Against "The Fallen Angel" herself, The Dark Halo. Actually, I expected the match to take place at this very Side Effect that we are standing at now. However, I can only assume that "The Maggot" somehow got to Makaveli and had him postpone the match. But no matter... Trust me when I say, The match... It WILL happen.

So tell me Corpse, Have you been losing sleep? When you try to eat something, Do you just vomit it back out moments later? Tell me big man, You wouldn't happen to be... Nervous, Would you? I'll tell you what Corpse, I just couldn't even imagine being in your shoes. About to be shown to the world, That you are nothing more than a fraud, And by someone who you consider to be your own flunky no less... My oh my, That is most embarrassing, Don't you think? You know Corpse, There is... A way out. You could always just pack your bags now, And leave The XVI. Of course, You would still be labeled as a coward. But at least, You wouldn't have to suffer the indignity of having "MY" Angel rip your eyesockets out of your head and then skull fucking you. But either way, It's your choice, The end result will be the same. And that is, I will get exactly what I want.

And one last thing Maggot. I don't exactly trust you, I don't trust you to not try to screw Halo over in this match. Perhaps hire some thug to try to take her out. Perhaps smuggle in a pair of brass knuckles tucked away ever so nicely in your ring attire. So that is why I want to make it clear to you... When this match between you and Halo takes place. I will, Be seated at ringside, Watching the action unfold infront of my very eyes. So until then Maggot, I bid you a most fond farewell.

Ed Set ~ HA! I love this guy to, He is ever better than Fade!

David Sierra ~ Please, The smug bastard. "A fond farewell" my ass...

Jihad ~ And lastly, I have one last thing to speak upon. And this, Goes to my precious Dark Angel herself... Halo, My dear. I know you have a lot on your plate at the moment. I know you have many decisions to make. However dear, The time is fading, And I expected to hear from you long before now. I want to be clear with you, You are my chosen one. However, If I must, I will begin my search elsewhere. To be honest with you my love, I already have that superstar in mind. Someone who is MORE than capable of leading The VNB for many years to come. So my dear, Time... Is of the essence. But perhaps... As soon as you beat the living hell out of your mentor, Your decision... Will be made all that much easier. So until then my dear... Ill be waiting.

And on that note, Jihad drops the microphone in the middle of the ring. And then, Abruptly, Fade and Jihad both slide under the bottom ring rope. And then flanked by The VNB Minions, Just as quickly as they arrived, Jihad and Fade then make their way back up the ramp, And make their way backstage. Finally... The XVI Cameras then pan back the announcers table...

David Sierra ~ MY GOD! That was intense! But what do you make of Jihad saying he is looking for someone to lead The VNB for the years to come? Do you think Jihad is looking for someone to replace him as the leader of The VNB?

Ed Set ~ With Jihad, You never can tell. But what I want to know is this, Just who is this other superstar that Jihad is speaking of?

David Sierra ~ I have no idea. But what worries me is this. Jihad is known as such a master manipulator. What if this other superstar, Is already Jihad's handpicked replacement. And all this with Halo, Is just Jihad trying to get Halo to trust him, So The VNB could then put her out of commission for good!

Ed Set ~ With Jihad, You can never tell. But anyway, I surly can't wait to see how this all plays out! But now fans, We are running short on time, We will be right back after this commercial break!

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[Makaveli The Don]

The camera pans the arena showing the screaming fans on there feet, the camera then cuts to Ed Set and David Sienna as they await the next match

Ed Set:
Well Dave here we go its time for our next match

David Sierra:
Well we know its going to feature Szaban but he is facing a mystery opponent, I mean how are you supposed to prepare for a match like this

Ed Set:
Well I guess your not, you just gotta get to the gym pump some iron and hope for the best


The Camera cuts to the ring where R.A. is standing ready to introduce the competitors for the next match, Till I Collapse by Eminem hits the P.A. system and Szaban jumps from behind the curtain and makes his way down to the ring stopping every now and then appealing to the fans and slapping there hands
R.A.:
This next match is scheduled for one fall introducing first from Worcester, MS, weighing in at 221 lbs...Szaban


Szaban climbs up the ring steps and into the ring, he waits in the corner for his mystery opponent to arrive, Enemy by Tool hits the P.A. system and Wolfe steps out from behind the curtain, unlike Szaban he does not stop to appeal to the audience he walks straight down the ramp and waits at the bottom to be introduced
Ed Set:
Wow, Szabans mystery opponent is Wolfe, this is going to be a tough match for him

R.A.:
...and his opponent from Boston, MS, weighing in at 210 lbs...Wolfe


Szaban stands in his corner motionless as Wolfe climbs into the ring, the referee calls the two men over and they get into each others faces as the referee goes through the rules of the match, he then tells the men to go back to there corners and motions for the bell to be rang
David Sienna:
Well there goes the bell, this match is going to be a good one


Both men go to lock up in the center of the ring but Szaban delivers a swift kick to the gut and then follows up with a thigh to Wolfe's head causing him to fall onto all fours, Szaban kicks away at the back of Wolfe but Wolfe manages to battle through the blows and rises to a vertical basis with Szaban still delivering blows to his mid section and upper body, Szaban swings a wild fist and Wolfe blocks it and swings with a right hand of his own knocking Szaban off balance, Wolfe then follows this up with a samoan drop
Ed Set:
Wow, it doesn't look like Wolfe came to play today he’s completely focused

David Sierra:
Yes, but remember this was a mystery opponent for Szaban and he hasn't prepared at all


Ed Set:
I see your point but don't go making excuses for him

Wolfe lifts him and locks in a full nelson. He has it locked for about 20 seconds before Szaban begins to elbow him in the side of the head, forcing him to loosen the grip. Szaban turns around and lays Wolfe out with a short are clothesline. Now Szaban stomps on Wolfe

David:
Now Szaban’s on the attack.

Szaban lifts Wolfe and scoop slams him to the ground and starts stomping again
He lifts Wolfe up and hits him with a European Uppercut, Wolfe fires back with on of his won. Szaban with a chop to the chest which is rewarded with one right back. Szaban bends down fast and sweeps Wolfe off his feet then gets on him in a mount and stars smashing rights at his face. Wolfe rolls over on top of Szaban and begins to his him the same treatment

David:
Each man fighting back.

Szaban pushes Wolfe off then rolls backwards and get to his feet runs towards Wolfe but is caught by a hurricanrana. Wolfe backs away a few steps and waits till Szaban is to his feet then runs at him and jumps to perform a tornado DDT. He quickly puts on an ankle lock.

David:
An ankle lock will Szaban tap.

Szaban rises in pain jumping around trying to free himself. The hold is on tight and Szaban reaches for the ropes with all he’s got. Refusing to tap Szaban pulls himself closer to the ropes and grabs on to them. The red tells Wolfe to let go and the hold is broken after about 30 seconds.

Ed:
He made the ropes.

David:
Amazing effort by Szaban.

Wolfe back away again. Szaban slowly gets to his feet using the ropes; he turns to a charging Wolfe but cuts him off with a superkick.

David:
Oh my God that echoed all over the arena.

Szaban goes for the cover…1…2…shoulder up. Szaban lifts Wolfe up and attempts to swing him into the ropes but Wolfe counters and whips Szaban. Szaban holds on to the ropes and Wolfe runs at him, Szaban bends over and back body drops him out of the ting. Szaban wasting little time climbs to the top rope. Wolfe makes it to his feet and turns and Szaban launches himself off and connects with a crossbody. The crowd is on there feet for that.

Ed:
Wow bog risk by Szaban

David:
But it paid of and left destruction on the floor.

They both lay on the floor and attempt to get up. The ref makes it to 6 by the time they are both on there feet. Wolfe grabs Szaban’s head and slams it in the barricade, Szaban fights back with some straight rights. The Ref is at 8. Wolfe clotheslines Szaban over the barricade but he also flips over to. The Ref is at 9, they both make it to their feet. The Ref counts 10 and signals for the bell. The two men continue brawling through the corwd as the crowd begins to shout "Szaban! Szaban! Szaban!"

Ed Set:
Holy shit! Can you believe these two!? They didn't even care the outcome of the match!

David Sierra:
And don't think for a second these two men are going at it for the last time, Ed. I have just received word that these two will be going at it in a Falls Count Anywhere Match at the net Pay Per View that hasn't even been announced yet!

Ed Set:
Are you serious?!

David Sierra:
Hell yes!

[Commercial]

[Makaveli The Don]

R.A.: It is now time for the main event. This match is for one fall, introducing first from San Quinton weighing in at 285 pounds he is Convictttt!

Walk by Pantera hits the P.A. and Convict walks out from the back and head straight to the ring, one in the ring he wiat in a corner.

R.A.: And his opponent from the UK, weighing in at 255 pounds he is Calazzzz!

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 titontron 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 quickly hops through the middle and top rope, 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 corner staring at his Convict.

The bell sounds and the two men lock up. They fight for control of one another for a little while, but that is broken up when Convict knees Calaz in the stomach, forcing him to release his hold and bend over. Convict starts pounding rights into Calaz’s, sending him to the mat. He stomps on Calaz a few times before hitting a elbow drop, across Calaz’s chest Pain right in the back. He goes for the quick cover, hooking the leg. The referee counts…1Calaz quickly kicks out!

David Sierra: Convict won’t win that easy.

Ed Set: I don’t know if he really wanted to, he most likely wants to hurt Calaz as much as he can.

Convict lifts Calaz up. Calaz immediately when he gets to his feet hits a nice uppercut dazing Convict for a second, Calazthe hits a great looking dropkick. Calz quickly stands right back up and runs across the ring, giving Convict time to get up as he bounces off the ropes, soon hitting Convict with a crossbody. From there, Calaz hooks both legs. The referee counts…1..kick out. Calaz bounces off the ropes once again, this time going for a clothesline, but Convict ducks. On the way back around, Convict hits Calaz with a back body drop. He pulls Calaz up and Irish whips him into the corner. From there, he punches him. After some big punches, he whips Calaz into the other corner running right behind him to crush Calaz in between the corner and himself.

David Sierra: ouch that looked painful.

Ed Set: Like I said before he just wants to hurt him

Convict Irish-whips him in to the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but Calaz ducks. Convict turns around and is hit by a dropkick. As Convict is getting up, Calaz bounces off the ropes. He then nails a bulldog. The crowd begins to cheer as he heads to the top rope.

David Sierra: Looking to fly

Convict gets up. He turns around and Calaz leaps off the top with a crossbody, Convict ducks and Calaz hits the ground hard.

David Sierra: He missed, this gives Convict an opening

Ed Set: And Convict will make the best of it.

Convict smiles and lifts up Calaz and chokeslams him to the mat. He lifts up Calaz again and this time picks him up on his shoulders. Calaz wiggles and is able to break free falling behind Convict then rolling him up...

1…2…3!!!

Ed Set:
WHAT THE HELL!?

David Sierra:
The kid has done it! He has pulled an upset here tonight, folks.

Ed Set:
I can't believe it!

Convict gets on his knees, not knowing what the hell just happened. Calaz is celebrating as the referee raises his arms. All of a sudden, from behind, Convict attacks Calaz. He slams his knees with his arm as if it were a hammer and gets his down on the mat. He starts to stomp on his back as Calaz is screaming in pain.

Ed Set:
Somebody get this mad man off of him!

Convict is ontop of him repeatedly giving him punches.

As the beat down continues, and the blood of Calaz flows across the mat, the lights in the auditorium drop to merciful darkness, to a buzz from the crowd. Who is it? What’s going on? Upon the titantron, dark thunderclouds begin to boil, and a rumble of thunder echoes around the arena. The feedback begins to scream from the P.A system, followed by the clouds on screen parting, showing a crisp clear dawn with one single, blinding star blaring out its defiance. Suddenly the crowd are on their feet cheering as the opening strains of Machine Heads “From This Day” tear through the P.A. A colossal roar and two towering, blinding vulcans of red fire soar from the ramp, seeming to scorch the very sky itself, causing eyes to water and heads to turn. Through the green and purple after-images, a lone figure is seen stood between the dwindling pillars. Clad in ring attire and trenchcoat, The MorningStar stands proud, and the noise of the crowd redoubles.

In ring, Convict finally stops the brutality on the prone Calaz, and turns to the ramp, leaning on the ropes and staring at the XVI World Heavyweight Champion, Johnny Mental. Mental just raises a hand, and at the signal the music stop, leaving only the baying over the crowd. Mental basks in this for a few seconds more, then whips his hand back down, mic in hand.

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
A week is a long time, Convict. One week it’s taken me, a week of contemplative silence as I run this through my head over and over, wondering what your motives are. Is it because I put you away? Because I denied you the title? Or maybe because it’s because I’ve taken little miss Poison away from you, eh Beast?

The crowd chuckle at that, and at convicts face. The internet being what it is nowadays, one office leak has lead to thousands of Dirt-sheet websites broadcasting the knowledge. Mental flashes a rare grin and winks at the fans nearest him, before his face resumes its grim attitude once more.

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
Either way, Beast, you’re walking a fine fucking line right about now. If it were up to me, I’d have signed that contract there and then at Side Effect… and if it wasn’t for one very special man, I’d have let you win your little games. But after a week I can see exactly what you’re doing, Beast. I’ve told you before I don’t play games, and there’s no tune of yours that I’ll dance to. You want me that badly? You want this belt and Poison that badly? Then it’s on my terms, not yours! You want me at the Pay Per View? Then we do it MY WAY!

Now I’m going to leave you with a warning, and I’ll write it in big fucking letters so even YOU can understand it; stop what you’re doing right now. I know what I am, but I know what you want me to be. I’m him no longer, and never willingly will become so again. But you, Convict, you seem to WANT to bring back The Destroyer. For your own safety, your own well being… gods above, your very LIFE, stop it right now. These are the words of The Morningstar, Convict…

Heed them well.

The screen fades as Side Effect goes off the air.....

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