Side Effect: March 11th, 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 6 man over the top rope battle royal to kick off the show

R.A.:
Ladies and Gentlemen this match is a over the top rope battle royal, participants will have to leave the match if they are thrown over the top rope and both feet touch the ground

The camera cuts to the ring, the six participents of the match are waiting patiently, Thor, Ritalin, Johnny Kaos, Jason Cane, Versage Flames and Jordan Glass, the arena lights go pretty dim, two lighting bolts strike the stage at the same time the music starts, a few seconds later two 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 as the lights turn back on to normal he starts walking towards the ring. Prozac walks around the edge of the ring and grabs a microphone from R.A.

Prozac:
Now I know I'm not scheduled to be out here but i just wanted a ring side seat for this one because the winner of this match will face me at the upcoming pay per view for my Xtreme Title. Let me let you all know that the winner of this match will be at a match type of my choice... And that match type will be.... announced for next week. All I've got to say for the lucky one who wins tonight is... Good Luck.

Prozac hands the microphone back to R.A. and takes a seat by Ed Set and David Sienna at the announcers table

The 6 men stare each other down for a second until all 6 men start hammering each other with blows to the body and head, Kaos and Ritalin are slugging it out in one corner and Ritalin gets the upper hand and begins beating down on Kaos he throws him into the turnbuckle and beats him in the corner, Kaos blocks a punch and begins his own beat down he manages to get Ritalin’s head over the ropes, Ritalin holds on for his life when out of nowhere Thor hits Kaos with a clothesline to the back of his head sending Ritalin onto the apron and Kaos to the floor

R.A:
Johnny Kaos has been eliminated

Ed Set:
Well he didn’t last very long

David Sienna:
Yep so long buddy, you’ve just blown your chance

Kaos looks enraged and he beats his hands down onto the apron as Ritalin roles in and begins to taunt Kaos from the inside, he is then triple teamed by the remaining four participants and thrown head first over the top rope

R.A:
Ritalin has been eliminated

The four remaining men stare down at the two that have been eliminated, Ritalin and Kaos stare at each other also and Kaos pushes Ritalin who retaliates by laying Kaos out flat on the floor, officials flood the scene as the two men get separated and taken backstage, The four men in the ring turn on each other, Cane and Jordan Glass begin to exchange blows and the same goes for Versage and Cane, they both end up in opposite corners with Cane and Thor sinking into the turnbuckle, Versage and Jordan look at each other before sprinting to the other corners and simultaneously landing dropkicks to the two men in the corners, they then run at each other and lay each other out with clotheslines

Ed Set:
Looks like the two of them both had the same ideas then David I wonder who is going to pull out the victory here

David Sienna:
Well I'm going for my man Thor

EdSet:
Since when has he been your man

David Sienna:
Since he was the first one to stand up, come on Thor

Prozac
Well personally I'm pulling for my buddy Ritalin in this one, we would put on one hell of a match at the PPV

Indeed Thor is on his feet in the ring the rest of the competitors are down when the arena lights go out with a flicker then back on again revealing Damien standing behind Thor, Thor not realising this takes a step back into Damien who then slams a forearm into Thors head sending him crashing to the mat, he then lifts him up by the hair, Thor looks Damien in the eyes looking scared stiff, Damien knees him in the stomach and sets up for the powerbomb, he yanks him up and walks over to the rops sending him over them with a violent crash, Thor writhes in pain on the outside as Damien climbs out the ring and grabs Thor once again by the hair and throws him over the barricade

R.A.:
Thor has been eliminated

Damien walks Thor through the arena by his hair but Thor fights back with elbows to Damiens stomach he grabs a chair from a fan and crashes it over Damiens head knocking him to his knees, he swings violently again but Damien ducks the chair and punches Thor in the mid section, he gets back to his feet and pounds into his head, he picks up the chair Thor used and turns to Thor know on his knees, he swings it at Thor head and connects with a violent shot causing blood to explode from Thors head, Damien drags the limp Thor up the arena steps and into the backstage area as the camera cuts back to the match

Ed Set:
Where the hell are they going, either way Thor is out of this match and there goes your guy Dave

Prozac
Hey that wasn’t Thor's fault Damien interfered in the match

David Sienna:
Yeah I agree with the champ here he was unfairly eliminated

Ed Set:
Dave your such a suck up

Cane and Versage starts pummelling into Jordan Glass and force him to the ropes the two men both run at him but Versage stops half way leaving Cane running at Jordan on his own, he is met with a back body drop and thrown out of the ring

R.A.:
Jason Cane has been eliminated

The remaining to men stare each other down for a few seconds until Versage charges at Jordan but is met with a clothesline and Versage falls to the mat, Jordan picks up Versage and throws him to the corner lifting his legs up trying to get the elimination, Versage however has other ideas and starts hammering blows down onto the head of Jordan forcing him to let go of Versage, Jordan is knocked back a few meters and is then charged down with a missile dropkick from Versage who had climbed the turnbuckle, Versage grabs Jordan by the head and throws him to the ropes, he runs and hits a clothesline sending Jordan over the top rope, but he hangs on his feet almost touching teh ground, Versage realises this and walks over to the hanging Jordan who brings his legs up and grabs Versage round the head, he uses this position to bring Versage forward and over the top rope causing Versage to hit the floor, Jordan Glass then uses the same technique but this time spins up into teh ring, where he falls to his knees getting his arm raised by the referee

Ed Set:
Glass has done it, Jordan Glass has won the battle royal

Prozac:
Well I gotta give it to him he gave one hell of a fight out there

R.A.:
Versage Flames has been eliminated, your winner and new number one contender for the XVI Xtreme championship...Jordan Glass

Prozac stands to his feet and begins clapping for Jordan Glass who celebrates in the ring as Side Effect cuts to commercials

[Makaveli The Don]

Moments after the commercial break ends. The XVI cameras pan over the sold out arena. We now see the many signs the fans have brought with them to tonights show. Signs such as "Halo, Forget about Jihad and Corpse, Marry me"! Another one that reads "Convict Killed My Mother"! And finally, One that reads "Buy Szaban's hair now for 19.95 on Ebay! As the fans applause grows increasingly louder, The scene pans down to the announcer’s table and David Sierra and Ed Set…

David ~ Fans welcome back to Side Effect! Now, We have just a few moments before our next match begins. So now, We will be giving you some upcoming dates for XVI Side Effect so you fans will know just when we will be coming to your town!

Ed ~ That's right Ed! Now, Coming to Baltimore Maryland on...

But Ed never gets to finish his sentence... As suddenly...

The XVItron lights up with static for 5 seconds... Click... A XVI logo pulses briefly on the screen before it is replaced with a giant VNB logo... Click... The XVItron fades in to The Ruler Of ALL's throne room, Now even more lavishly decorated than ever before. Dozens of female servants in very revealing outfits rush about, Obviously trying to finish something as soon as possible. They pot new flowers, Tie up ribbons and bows, Carrying out food that is placed on an extremely long table already filled to overflowing with delicious-looking food. The red carpet leading up to his throne is being furiously cleaned, And the throne itself has never seen a better day.

Minutes later, All tasks accomplished, The servants take a moment to check and double-check the preparations, Then line up along the red carpet, Equal amounts of them on each side, Lined up spaced perfectly apart. The main doors to the throne room suddenly open, And in walks The Ruler Of ALL himself, Jihad "The Devil" Sullivan, Looking resplendent in his long flowing red cape. Jihad is followed closely by a half-dozen aides. Jihad then proceeds to his throne, And the servants bow deeply before him. Jihad then reaches the throne and turns back towards his minions, And motions with his hand for them all to kneel. They do so, and Jihad sits on his throne, smiling. After a moment, Jihad then nods his head and all the servants stand to their feet, And quickly leave the room.

It is now that you notice, That sitting at the giant dining table in the middle of the room is "The Demolition Man", Michael "Fade" Gordy. Fade sits leaned back in his chair with his feet propped upon the table. A few moments of very odd, And somewhat unlikely silence pass between the two leaders of The VNB. And then finally, Fade looks up from the table to the throne of Jihad and...

Fade ~ Are you sure you want to do this?

Jihad slightly chuckles and then quickly responds...

Jihad ~ Funny... I was just about to ask you the same thing.
The two men then share a somewhat quite and awkward laugh, And then Jihad continues...

Jihad ~ I guess we need to look at it like this... We really don't have a choice in this. Right now, All we need be concerned about is to insure the survival of The VNB. We have covered and recovered every possible angle, Every possible scenario, And every possible chance that this will totally backfire on us. I am totally happy with your choice. And now all we can do is just sit back and watch, And hope for the best.

Fade ~ And if it does backfire on us?

Jihad ~ That is just a chance we have to take. Regrettably, It will soon be out of our hands regardless...

A few more moments of awkward silence passes and then...

Fade ~ Ya know, I realize we came to The XVI for just the one reason. But somehow... This just doesn't feel right. Hell... It just feels wrong.

Jihad slowly nods his head in agreement and...

Jihad ~ I know... It doesn't seem right. But not even the great "Ruler of ALL" and "Demolition Man" can live forever.

And yet again... More silence. And then finally...

Fade ~ What about Halo?

Jihad ~ Whatever comes of this. My mission with her will stay the same. I mean... You have to remember. To do this, We need two. And honestly, I am most pleased with the way things are going now. It has become quite obvious that The Maggot has no intention of wrestling Halo. And with the fact she now sees he is a coward. Along with the fact of he wont be here period. Yes... I am most happy with the way things are going now.

Fade ~ Damn it... This just all feels... So fucking weird. But you are right, It has to be done. So I say... No more waiting. Lets get the ball rolling and get this over with.

Jihad nods his head in agreement once more. And then...

Jihad ~ In all my years of Professional Wresting. In all the federations I have ever been in. I have had to have heard the phrase"Be sure to tune in to our next show for something special" at the very least one hundred times. Actually, I heard it so much, I quickly began getting sick of hearing it. And hardly ever, Did the "something special" actually pan out to indeed be something special. However... This time. If the fans have the least little bit of sense... They will not miss next weeks Side Effect. I promise them... They will witness something that well... Something they would never expect to see. Something that will literally shake The XVI to its very core.

Fade then stands from the dining table. He then pulls a cell phone out of his pocket and...

Fade ~ So true... Well, We came to The XVI with this one purpose. It's time to get it done... Lets get the ball rolling and smack this bitch dead in the face... I am going to call our insider in The XVI Corporate Offices now and tell them to execute plan 666.

Jihad nods his head in approval as Fade then begins to make his way out of The Throne Room while speaking on his cell.

After a moment, The cameras pan back to Jihad who still sits upon his throne. The room is now totally empty as "The Ruler Of ALL" sits with a somewhat concerned but yet very sullen look is upon his face. It is then you here him mumble...

Jihad ~ And it is so... It has finally came to an end.

And then, The XVItron goes black. And the cameras pan back down to the announcers table and Ed and David.

David ~ My God! What the hell was that! What is Plan 666?

Ed ~ I have no bloody idea. But if ever there was an ominous tone to any interview, That was it!

David ~ This has me worried, When it comes to The VNB, You never know what to expect! All of this talk of "It takes two", "It has come to an end" "Your choice" And "Plan 666" has me very on edge to say the least!

Ed ~ Well, I guess all we can do is wait for next week shows. And fans, We have no idea what is going to happen. But it certainly sounds like this is one Side Effect not to be missed!

David ~ That is true. Now fans, We will be right back after these commercial messages!

And on that note, The scene fades to commercials.

[Makaveli The Don]

Ed Set:
And we’re back from commercials, and we’re going to go straight into the action. These guys are two veterans, and this is sure to be a good one. We’ve got Szaban, who has so far only wrestled to a draw with Wolfe last week, then RKO who was the first man in XVI to be a champion, but has since somewhat floundered with a lost to Prozac. Let’s see which one of these men will come out ahead in this one.

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 stands in the center of the ring, cracking his knuckles and waiting for Szaban to make his arrival.

Ed Set:
We haven’t seen RKO since Valentine’s Day Massacre where he lost to Prozac. Do you think that he’s still got it in him to pick up a win here over Szaban?

David Sierra:
I’m honestly not sure. Szaban is one hell of a competitor, and if RKO can get taken down by Prozac, I don’t know if he’ll be able to handle Sza. Either way, we’re about to find out.

“Till I Collapse” by Eminem hits and Szaban slowly walks through the curtains. He stops at the top of the ramp and stares out at the fans, then down into the ring and sees RKO glaring up at him, his hands on his knee’s ready to fight. Szaban slowly trots down the ramp, slapping a few hands on the way down, then immediately slides under the ring and begins to get stomped on by RKO.

RKO gets in a mere few kicks before Szaban rolls out of the ring again and stares up at RKO. He rubs his jaw and looks to the fans to the right of him. He hops up unto the apron and RKO begins to run at him. Szaban ducks down and pulls the top rope down, sending RKO out of the ring. Szaban smirks and walks into the ring. RKO holds his back, obviously hurt from the fall, and quickly gets back up and makes his way into the ring also. Szaban waits in the corner and RKO makes his way towards him. The two lock-up and Szaban pushes RKO down to the ground. RKO flips from his back, then onto his feet, but gets greeted with a nice fore-arm to the face by Szaban before he can do anything. RKO holds his head for a minute, then gets picked up by Szaban and thrown into the ropes. RKO comes back from the ropes and gets hit with a backdrop. He lies there for a minute, and then gets put in a headlock immediately by Szaban. He tries to fight it for a bit, but Szaban has too strong of a grip on him. He slowly begins to make his way to his feet, and he pushes Szaban into the ropes, however, when Szaban comes back he hits RKO with a shoulder block. RKO goes back down once more, and Szaban stands over him and punches at his face.

David Sierra:
Well, Szaban is certainly giving it to RKO right now. I told you he wouldn’t be ready to face somebody like Szaban after a week of being out.

Ed Set:
Well its not like it’s too late for him to comeback, I mean we just started the match not even two minutes ago.

As Ed finishes talking, Szaban is lifting RKO up and hitting a body slam. RKO lies on the ground and gets hit with a leg drop from Szaban. Szaban is starting to get a lot more cheers from the crowd and he smirks as he lifts RKO up and throws him at the ropes. RKO comes back and attempts a clothesline, to get some momentum back, but Szaban ducks it. As RKO turns around, he gets greeted with a super kick from Szaban. Szaban beats on his chest, then grabs RKO by the legs and pulls him into the center of the ring and locks in the sharpshooter on him. RKO begins to scream in pain and the referee is on the ground asking if he gives up. RKO keeps shaking his head, no. Szaban begins to pull RKO closer to the center of the ring as RKO keeps trying to fight it. This goes on for about ten seconds more until RKO finally starts to get some fight back into him. He’s getting close to the ropes and he lunges forward with all of his might and faintly grabs hold of the ropes with one hand, forcing Szaban to let go. Szaban kicks at his leg a bit, and then lifts him up on his shoulders. He motions to the crowd that he’s about to end it, then puts RKO down with a Bostard Drop. The fans go crazy as Szaban makes the cover on RKO.

1…

2…

3!

The referee heads toward Szaban, who is posing on the middle turnbuckle and raises his hand high in the air. The camera quickly takes attention to somebody jumping the barrier. It’s Wolfe, with a chair and he slides under the ropes and Szaban doesn’t even notice him. As the referee drops Szaban’s hand, Sza turns around and ducks before the chair shot can connect with him. Wolfe is spun around and Szaban kicks him quickly in the gut. The two begin to exchange punches and officials are pouring out from the top of the ramp and into the ring to try and break the two up. It takes five men on both of them to restrain them, but their troubles haven’t ended yet. RKO still lies motionless on the ground, and as the officials begin to drag Szaban and Wolfe to the back, G-Dawg makes his way through all of the men and stands over RKO’s body. RKO is seen faintly looking up and seeing G-Dawgs smirking face. He immediately takes his boot high up in the air and stomps right on RKO’s ribs. RKO curls up in pain and G-Dawg just kicks away at his body. More officials are making their way out and G-Dawg rolls out of the ring before they can get to him. He heads over to the time keeper and demands a microphone. They reluctantly hand it over to him and he jumps at the man and he flinches. G-Dawg turns around and stares at RKO who is still lying on the ground.

G-Dawg:
Pick him up. PICK HIM UP!

The officials all slowly lift RKO up onto his feet, he is still groggy from the attack and the Szaban match, but he is faintly able to stand. The officials have to hold him up so he won’t fall back down again, and G-Dawg laughs at that.

G-Dawg: RKO. Son, you are sickening. Look at this, a simple match with a man like Szaban has you worn out and defeated. Hell it took him less than five minutes to take your ass out, that’s pathetic. You used to be somebody that people could actually respect, somebody that was actually worth something in a company, but so much for that. And as I said before, I’m here to get rid of those people; I’m here to get rid of people like you, RKO. So I’m going to go ahead and make this little match, with the approval of Makaveli himself of course. You and me, RKO; one more time, in a match like you’ve never been in before, like you’ve never seen before. It’s going to be you, and me, in a Dawg-Pound match. Now the people here are probably wondering what in god’s name this thing is. Well let me go ahead and explain that to you. It’s going to be the two of us, locked inside a steel cage, and inside of that steel cage, hanging from the top, will be weapons. Bats, chairs, you name it and its there. The winner is the man who lasts through this match. The winner is going to be the man who can get a pin fall victory over the other. And you my friend, you have no choice in this. You’re already signed on for it. And that…is all that G-Dawg has to say…about…that.

[Makaveli The Don]

David Sierra:
And welcome back to Side Effect, folks. As you can see there is a big rectangular shaped object in the ring. What do you think it is, Ed?

Ed Set:
Well, David... Word has gone around that the Pay Per View will be announced right here tonight!

David Sierra:
But by who, Ed?

Ed Set:
Well most likely Poison, David. What kind of question is that?!

David Sierra:
Well, we still have to keep in mind that-

Just then, the crowd erupts in cheers. David Sierra and Ed Set are yelling in to their microphones, making the people at home unable to hear a word they're saying. Ed and David stop but the crowd is still yelling - They can't believe it. It's been a long time since they've seen those thuggish clothes, that bald hair cut, and multiple rings around his fingers. It's evident: Everyone loves to hate him, and hates to love him.

David Sierra:
It's Makaveli! The other half of the owner of this Federation, Ed!

Ed Set:
Fuck me, David! I can't believe this shit! Who ever thought Makaveli would be coming out tonight on Side Effect?!

David Sierra:
I had a small feeling in my gut, but I didn't think it would ever happen tonight, Ed!

As Against All Odds is blaring through the PA, the crowd is cheering. He hasn't changed a bit since they last saw him. He's still wearing the same 'ol street clothes, which is awkward for a boss to wear. Makaveli continues walking down the entrance ramp with his familiar looking cocky self and climbs up the ring stairs. He gets inside the ring and looks around for the crowd. They begin to chant, "Mak! Mak! Mak! Mak! Mak!" Makaveli continues to give that cocky smile, as if he were expecting all of these cheers from the get-go. He asks the employees at ring side for a microphone and gets it in no-time. Heobserves the microphone as if he's never seen one before. It's just been too long...

Makaveli:
You know, I've gotta admit I'm pretty damned surprised you bastards are cheering for me tonight. It was for your own good, too, because if by any chance I came out that entrance in a good mood to coming in this ring in a bad mood, I myself wouldn't be making the PPV announcement.

The crowd is quiet for many reasons. One, they don't want to get the co-owner mad. Two, they don't know how to react to Makaveli's possible disrespect to the people Live Makaveli would have done if he wouldn't have announced the Pay Per View name.

Makaveli walks towards the big rectangular-shaped posted covered with a white blanket over it. He puts his hand on the top of it and smiles.

Makaveli:
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you...

After a long pause by Makaveli, he bursts out laughing.

Makaveli:
Do you really think I came all the way out here from the XVI Head Quarters just to announce the Pay Per View? FUCK NO! I came here because I wanted to adress some issues.

A small number of boos are heard in the arena - they want to see that PPV Poster already, damnit!

Makaveli:
First and least, I would like to take care of this Damien situation. As we all know, this 'monster' as many like to call him has been interfering in matches that are none of his business. Coincidentally, they all have to do with the big man Thor. So what I've decided to do is settle this once and for all. I hereby announce yet another match at the Pay Per View! Damien will go on to face against Thor! Now Damien you listen to me closely. You have the choice of putting down any match you want - ANY match. But here's the catch... If I see you laying one finger in a match that doesn't involve you... then YOU'RE FIRED!

The crowd erupts in cheers. It seems they like the way Makaveli does business. He begins to walk back and forth, smiling...

Makaveli:
Well, now that we've got that out of the way... How you doing there Halo? Didn't think you'd be working under my roof again, did ya? Well times havn't changed since WCXF and I'm going to go ahead and tell you now.. I'm absolutely ENJOYING the way VNB is destryong the DOA. For years I've been looking for someone who can make the DOA look miserable, and here I am witnessing the worst thing the DOA has gone through. Folks, I'm glad to say that after the beginnings of April... DOA will be NO MORE.

Makaveli makes an even bigger smile. The crowd switches from cheering, to booing. Who can understand Makaveli?

Makaveli:
OH SHUT UP! You guys know how much I hate DOA. You all should know that they are falling apart... Just DEAL WITH IT!

With boos still heard, Makaveli applauds.

Makaveli:
I thank you, Fade. And I also thank you, Jihad.

Makaveli walks towards the covered poster. Finally, what we've all been waiting.

Makaveli:
Well now. Now that I've finished what I've got to say... I will announce the XVI's next Pay Per View. I would like to share with you that this Pay Per View is dedicated to those who love... REVENGE. It's dedicated to anybody who thinks that they could feel a lot better about themselves with Revenge. Convict I just want to let you know that I'm talking to ya. Ha ha. Anyway, it's not just about Revenge... It's about those fools who CHOOSE Revenge. Those fools who think Revenge is the best option, but fail. Ladies and Gentlemen... I introduce to you...



FOOL'S REVENGE!

Makaveli drops the microphone, and leaves the ring, walking backwards on the entrance ramp with a smirk on his face. The camera zooms in to the poster as the show goes in to commercials.

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[Makaveli The Don]

R.A.: Our next match is a hardcore match. Introducing first from Raleigh, NC weight in at 295 pounds he is G-Dawggggg!

The camera pans over the crowd to reveal fans beginning to stand on their feet as "Seven Nation Army" blares over the p.a. Signs in the crowd begin to come up and the fans begin a G-Dawg chant, then not long after G-Dawg makes his way through the curtains. He pumps up the crowd by running from one end of ramp to another. He slaps a few hands on his way down the ramp then sprints to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He stands in the center of the ring then stares up at the ceiling. He takes off his shirt and throws it on the floor outside of the ring and poses on each turnbuckle, then waits anxiously for his opponent to arrive.

R.A.: His opponent from Cornwall, NY weight in at 234 pounds he is your Xtream champion he is Prozaccccc!

Lights go pretty dim as “Move” hits the P.A. two lighting bolts strike the stage at the same time 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 as the lights turn back on to normal he then starts walking towards the ring. 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, then waits in the corner.

Ed: Non title match here.

David: This should still bee a great match up

The bell sounds. Both men go to lock up, Prozac Knees G-Dawg in the stomach. He hooks his head and nails a vertical suplex. They quickly get up and Prozac grabs G-Dawg again then nails a belly to belly suplex. Prozac goes to lift G-Dawg but half way up G-Dawg uses his shoulder and pushes Prozac all the way into a corner, he then hits a furious uppercut following that up with a chop to the chest, then he starts laying into Prozac with lefts and rights. He then turns around and hooks Prozac’s head and runs out of the corner and plants Prozac’s face into the mat with a bulldog.

David: Strong beginning for both men.

Ed: You have to think what would this do for G-Dawg if he can beat the Xtreame champ in a hardcore match.

G-Dawg waits and Prozac quickly makes it to his feet near the ropes. G-Dawg runs at Prozac and clotheslines him over the top rope. G-Dawg pumps up the crowd as Prozac quickly gets to his feet once more. Prozac looks in the ring then he walks over to the announcers table grabs a steel chair and tosses it in the ring, he grabs another chair and throws that one in as well, then he grabs a thirds and slides in the ring with it.

David: Prozac threw two chairs in the ring and took another one in with him.

Ed: Prozac is not right in the head you know that.

In the ring before Prozac is fully in G=Dawg picks up on of the chairs that Prozac threw in. Prozac is up and both men stare at each other. Prozac throws his chair at G-Dawg but he bats it away with his chair but Prozac was running right behind his flying chair and clotheslines G-Dawg to the ground making him drop his chair.

David: Clever move by the champ.

Prozac grabs one of the chairs on the ground and waits for G-Dawg to get to his feet before he nails him in the guy with the chair, then raises it above his head and cracks it over the back of the bent over G-Dawg. Prozac now lifts him and hooks the head and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, he keeps the head locked and stands up with G-Dawg and nails another swinging neckbreaker he again holds it and stands up again doing a third neckbreaker before letting go. Prozac goes for the pin…1…2.kickout.

David: Wasn’t enough to end it but that move has done it’s damage.

Prozac lifts him and hooks the head again but this time bring him over to the chair, Prozac attempt a swinging neckbreaker but G-Dawg counters it with a backslide pin…1…2kickout.

David: Nice counter.

Ed: Wasn’t nice enough

Prozac quick to his feet starts stomping on him and goes to lift him but once up G-Dawg comes out swinging with some right, he hits a uppercut that spins Prozac around. G=Dawg sees a great opening and hits a germen suplex. G-Dawg grabs a chair and starts winding up, Prozac gets to his feet and gets smashed in the head with the chair, Prozac leans on the ropes then drops and rolls out of the ring. G-Dawg rolls out after him and hits Prozac in the head again with the chair laying him out. G-Dawg goes for the cover…1…2.kickout. G-Dawg grabs his chairs and stomp on Prozac a couple of times before rolling in the ring. About a minute later Prozac is under the ring and pulls out a chair with barbed wire on it.

David: What is that?

Ed: It’s a bared wire steel chair

David: G-Dawg didn’t see him get it.

G-Dawg see Prozac getting to his feet and head over near the ropes, he reaches out and grabs Prozac’s head but Prozac swings backwards over his head and smacks G-Dawg with the barb wire steel chair. Prozac wipes the blood of his face before slowly sliding into the ring. Prozac is up in the ring and helps G-Dawg top his feet. He scoop slams G-Dawg to the mat then places the barb wire steel chair on his chest. He then slowly climbs the ropes.

David: What’s he doing now?

Ed: I think he’s looks for the kill.

By the time he is up G-Dawg is up with the barb wire chair in his hands. He walks near the corner and smashes Prozac in the head sending him flying to the outside falling off the ropes.
David: Oh my god

Ed: The champion is out.

David: There is no way he didn’t get hurt bad from that.

G-Dawg slides out of the ring with the chair and lays it down. He lifts the blood Prozac and nail the F-Bomb on the bar wire steel chair

David: The F-Bomb on the barbed wire steel chair it’s over.

He goes for the cover

…1


…2



…3!!

David: G-Dawg has done it! He has beaten the XTreme Champ!

Ed:
Keep in mind, David, this wasn't for the Title.

David:
These men put their bodies on the line.. did you see Proac get slammed by that barb wired chair?!

Ed:
Sure did!

G-Dawg celebrates in pain as the cameras go to commercial.

[Makaveli The Don]

:: Announcer ::
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s now time for our main event. This tag team main event is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Stamford, Conneticut, this is BLACK JACK!

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.

:: Announcer ::
And his partner, from San Quentin… “The Beast” CONVICT!

No smoke, no video package, Convict comes out to the ring his sole focus on kicking his opponents ass in.

:: Announcer ::
Now their opponents. Introducing first, from Stoke On Trent, United Kingdom… “The New Era Icon”, DAVID CALAZ!

The Arena lights cut of, it is pitch black for a couple of seconds, strobe lighting starts to flicker on and off violently as Sorry, Your Not A Winner by Enter Shikari hits, The camera zooms in on the titantron watching the entrance video of Calaz, when it cuts back to the crowd, showing a spotlight searching around, slowly skimming from one section to another, the spotlight makes its way to the top corner of the arena and stops, revealing the hooded figure known as Calaz, the spotlight follows him down the stairs of the arena while the strobe lighting gives an effect of slow motion almost, he reaches the bottom and hops the barricade. He swiftly moves to the entrance ramp and 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 backwards a few steps. The strobes stop as he awaits his partner…

:: Announcer ::
And his partner, Hailing from Cardiff, Wales, he is the XVI World Heavyweight Champion… “The MorningStar” JOHNNY MENTAL!!!


From stagelight to spotlamp, every light source within the auditorium fades to nothing. Upon the titantron a storm is brewing, black clouds roling and rumbling with thunder. suddenly the coulds part, allozing the view of an azure sky, with one lone star twinkling; the last star of the morning. In full Chorus, Machine Head's "From The Day" blares forth with a mighty blast of pure white pyrotechnic. From behind the two immense vulcans, stalks XVI Heavyweight champion The MorningStar, resplendant as alway in his black and red garb, now bedecked with his World Championship Title. Taking to his heels he tears down the ramp, sliding beneath the ropes with barely a pause, Calaz flying into the ring with him, and before the bell has sounded they’ve leapt on their opponents.

::Ed Set ::
Looks like they’re not wasting any time here!

:: David Sierra ::
Well there’s a lot of bad blood in this match, Ed…

And so it would seem as Mental pounces on Convict, wading in with huge right hands, whilst Convict returns the brutal blows and Calaz turns his attention to Blackjack. With stiff forearms Calaz backs BJ into the corner, fending off his retaliatons. Quickly he hoists BJ to the second turnbuckle, but a boot from BJ sends Calaz reeling. BJ stands up, preparing for a high risk move, But Calaz snaps off a blind Pele Kick, sending BJ off balance! BJ stumbles and falls over the rope, landing on the apron and rolling to his feet on the concrete. Bounding to his feet, Calaz runs to help Mental, smacking Convict in the back of the head with an elbow. Together Mental and Calaz hit Convict with a double dropkick, sending him rolling out of the ring beside his partner. Calaz and Mental grin at each other, then take off in unison, bouncing off the opposite rope and, as one, clearing the top rope, Mental with somersault plancha and Calaz with a variation of his Spinal Tap.

::Ed Set ::
Whoa! High risk early on, Dave!

:: David Sierra ::
It’s what these two do best, Ed… did you see the height on that?!

Getting groggily to their feet, Mental and Calaz pick up Convict between them and roll him into the ring, leaving BJ still out on the floor. Calaz slides in after him as Mental waits up on the apron, watching his partner. Quickly Calaz mounts Convict, raining punches on him before picking him up by the hair and pushing him into the corner. He attempts an irish whip, but the stronger Convict reverses, then charges Calaz, almost taking his head off with a tight clothesline a split second after he hits the turnbuckle. Calaz collapses to his knees from the sudden impact whilst Convict composes himself, grinning evilly at Mental. Furious, Mental attempts to enter the ring, snarling at Convict but get stopped by the ref. Grinning at the distraction, Convict kicks Calaz between the legs in a blatant low blow, then bounces from the ropes, leveling a Yakuza Kick into the side of Calaz’s head! He attempts a nonchalant pin on the prone Calaz.

1..

2…

Calaz raises a right shoulder violently, the temporary shock worn off.

::Ed Set ::
Convict should be careful with those covers, remember Calaz got the three against him last week!

:: David Sierra ::
That was an upset Ed, and you know it! Things will be different THIS time!

Still grinning, Convict Lifts Calaz as easily as a child, hoisting him onto his shoulder and walking to his corner, tagging in his finally with it partner, Blackjack. Convict slams Calaz to the ground hard, and BJ drops a quick legdrop, before locking in a side head lock. He cranks hard on Calaz’s neck, squeezing with his biceps. Calaz struggles and surges to his feet, BJ refusing to break the hold. A punch to the gut and Calaz shoves BJ off, then puts in a low dropkick as BJ runs back, sending him spinning to the ground. Convict shouts to the ref that it was an unfair move and begins arguing as Calaz rolls to his corner and tags in Mental. Mental quickly steps through the ropes and launches himself at BJ… only to be intercepted by the ref! Distracted by Convict, the ref didn’t see that tag, and Mental is sent back, furious and complaining to his corner. Still grinning at the champ, Convict steps into the ring, slapping his hands together for a tag sound then grabs Calaz by the hair.

::Ed Set ::
Come on ref, Mental should be in there!

:: David Sierra ::
Ref didn’t see it, Ed, can’t be helped. Convict’s sure getting inside the head of Mental…

Back in the ring, Convict drags Calaz by the hair to the centre of the ring, then levels a foot on the back of his head, smashing it into the canvas to an “OOOOH” from the crowd. Calaz holds his face while Convict again picks him up by the head. Calaz shows he still has some fight left in him with a quick punch to the gut, then another, then swings up with a European uppercut. Convict backs off a step and Calaz runs, charging at Convict the baseball sliding between his legs, seeking to use his speed to confuse Convict. Quickly he slides to his knees, grabs convict by the thigh and rolling him into a quick school boy…

1..

2…

Convict rolls through, gathers his feet, then dives on Calaz in a Lou Thesz press, unleashing a barrage of punches into his face.

::Ed Set ::
Almost Déjà vu there, Dave! Calaz was one second away!

:: David Sierra ::
Convict isn’t going to fall for that again, Ed. And now he’s right back in the driving seat!

::Ed Set ::
How much more can The NEW Era Icon take?!

Convict again picks up Calaz, cinching in a tight armbar before tagging in Blackjack again, who levels a kick into Calaz’s ribs, then hoists him and slams him with a gut wrench powerbomb. He places a foot on Calaz’s sprawled body for a cocky pin…

1..

2…

Calaz again shows his tenacity and determination by rolling a shoulder up. BJ frowns and picks him up roughly, this time readying himself for a powerbomb. He lifts Calaz up onto his shoulders, but is greeted by a huge right hand from Calaz, followed by a right, then Calaz falls backwards, legs locked around BJ’s neck in a hurricanrana. Calaz uses the momentum to roll back over BJ, hand slapping against the straining fingers of Mental. Finally legal, Mental bounces over the top rope, feet cannoning into BJ, sending him back to the canvas. Seeing Mental finally in the ring, Convict explodes from his corner, rushing at Mental. Mental ducks the swing, then hits Convict with a step up enziguri. Convict stumbles from the blow to the head and Mental pops to his feet, adrenalin high, then floors Convict with a standing Cartwheel kick. Mental leaps to his feet and roars, the crowd screaming back in appreciation. BJ finally gets up and rushes Mental, only to be met with a swift kick to the gut, then is planted back on the floor as Mental takes his legs with a roundhouse sweep, simultaneously as the recovering Calaz lets rip with a flying leg lariat.

Mental flashes a signal to Calaz, who nods and takes to the ropes once more, Using Mental’s cupped hands as a springboard and flying into the air, landing the biggest suicide dive seen in XVI square on Convict. Back in ring, Mental stuns BJ with a jaw breaker, then leaps the ropes to the apron, signaling to his Children. BJ groggily gets to his feet and staggers to Mental. Mental heaves a leg over the rope, knee connecting with BJ’s jaw and sending him spinning again, then motions for Calaz to fly once more. Calaz grins and scampers up the turnbuckle and Mental leaps, twisting into The Ravens Call!

:: Ed Set ::
Ravens Call! That’s it all over, Dave!

:: David Sierra ::
NO! COME ON BLACK JACK, GET UP!!!

But that’s not all. Before Mental has barely rolled away, Calaz has taken to the air, landing a perfect Shooting Star Legdrop on BJ. Mental dives across the ring, not allowing Convict back into the ring, whilst Calaz rolls over BJ with his last ounce of strength…

1..

2…

3!!!

:: Ed Set ::
That’s all she wrote, folks! Some amazing high flying work was just TOO MUCH for Black Jack!

:: David Sierra ::
And Convict ain’t very fucking happy, Ed…

Mental grabs the dazed Calaz and pulls him from the ring, slapping him on the back and throwing an arm around his shoulders in congratulations. N ring, Convict proceeds to stoop over the fallen Blackjack and begins beating seven bells out of him, until blood is pouring from every orifice. With a dripping red fist, Convict finally turns away from BJ and watches the champion and partner celebrate on the ramp… and grins…