Side Effect: 3/25/2007

[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.

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

Ed Set: You better believe David, that this night will be huge!

David: We are getting closer and closer to Fools Revenge, and with every waking moment, the tension is getting to the extreme! And don’t forget, tonight, the contenders to the Next Generation Title will be revealed!

Ed Set: The entire face of XVI will be changed once again, as if last week, with VNB new leader Johnny Mental wasn’t enough!

The Entrance Begin with the theme of Slave Labor by Fear Factory who begin to play at the P.A System and we saw some smoke appearing in the stage when the beats begin to rumble. Some flames ( Booker-T Style) Appears in the stage and MC Make this appearance in a Elevators à la Gangrel. He make this way at the ramp and after he stop and did some Kata and we saw some pyro appearing in the stage with the blue and white color ( Kurt Angle Style) after he continue this way to the ring. In the ring he did this own ritual at the four corners with this famous taunts then i mentioning in a top and after he wait after this Opponent.

Steven Parks: The following contest is our opening bout, introducing first, weighing in at an incredible 310lbs. Standing 6’10”, and hailing from Montreal Quebec Canada, he is The Method Cobra!

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

Steven Parks: And his opponent, weighing in at 221lbs. Standing 6’2”, and hailing from Memphis Tennessee, accompanied by Kori, Johnny Kaos!

Ed Set: I cant wait for this one David! The debuting monstrosity of Method Cobra, toe to toe with the singles debuting Johnny Kaos, and take a look as the luscious Kori!

David Sierra: All things considered, I think this one is bound to be a helluva exhibition tonight!

Ding Ding Ding!

Method Cobra licks his lips ready to lay an immense stomping on the much smaller, and much lighter Johnny Kaos, but the man sees no fear from his opponent, as Kaos seems to have this all under control.

Cobra moves in for a collar and elbow tie up, but Kaos quickly moves out of the way and kicks the Method man in the back of the knee, but almost as if possessing the speed of his name, the Cobra quickly launches into a falling lariat onto Kaos, causing an overselling backflip from Johnny.

Ed Set: What is it with these Canadians being so damn quick and huge at the same time?

The Method Cobra looks satisfied with his works, and begins to get up, but is met with a kip up into a standing drop kick to the temple by Johnny Kaos! Method Cobra rolls away and to the outside, and seems to look maliciously at Kori, when Kaos moves in, not allowing her to be touched, he launches himself with an Asai Moonsault onto the Cobra!

Once again, Kaos gets up first and begins trying to put the boots to Method, but he comes up effortlessly and as if swatting a fly, backhands his foe, and when Kaos turns around he gets grabbed by the throat, and Cobra tossing chokeslams him into the apron, and positions his opponent where his body is in the ring with his neck exposed, and goes up on the same level and delevels Kaos with a leg drop across the throat!

Method Cobra now finally gets back into the ring, and toys more with Kaos with a big stalling suplex! The pain is etched on the face of Kaos, who tries to get up quickly and gets caught in a bearhug! Kaos thinks quick, and back up into the corner, while Cobra willingly follows, thinking this is an advantage, but Kaos lauches off the middle turnbuckle and turns it around with a Tornado DDT!

David Sierra: These guys are going back and forth! The size is certainly a plus for Method Cobra, but Johnny Kaos seems to have incredible ring presence as well!

Johnny makes his move quickly while the foe is down, Kaos locks in an STF! Method Cobra isn’t enjoying that hold at all, but Johnny quickly changes it up into a texas cloverleaf! But not even that move holds on for long as Johnny tries to switch it up one more time with a rear naked chokeut Method Cobra is done being toyed with and shows amazing quickness once again and locks in his own sweet dreams! Johnny desperately is trying to get his foot on the ropes, for he is quickly fading, and with the aid of Kori, he is able to wrap his foot around and the referee breaks up the hold.

But Cobra proves his wiliness even as a debuting wrestler and drags Johnny away from the ropes and locks in yet another signature submission, with the Cobra Tail! Method Cobra is putting an immense amount of pressure of the back of Kaos, and looks like his eyes are about to pop out with intensity, when he simply tosses Kaos to the side with a guillotine toss.

Johnny recovers onto his knees as Kori yells at the referee for allowing the submission, Cobra goes over to Kaos and gets walloped below the belt while the referee is distracted! Kaos props himself back up and nails a beautiful looking Dragon Kick! Cobra is still standing, yet stunned, Kaos steps back and winds up with a super kick to the chin! Cobra goes up against the ropes, and comes back and lands a huge running big boot that would make Test jealous! But Kaos is pumping with adrenaline, and despite eating a massive boot, he scrambles up and nails a big enziguri kick to the already aforementioned temple, causing Cobra to stagger, and Johnny goes for a dynamic leap of faith onto the arm and head of Cobra, and locks in the Straight Jacket! He wrenches onto the neck area like a pit bull on the jugular, and Cobra goes down to the mat, but his will refuses to allow him to tap, therefore he opts to pass out to the pain rather than tap out! The referee calls for the bell.

Steven Parks: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of the match by submission, Johnny Kaos!

David Sierra: What a battle of wills that was Ed! They were giving it all they got in there.

Ed Set: Even in defeat the shear size and menacing look of Method Cobra makes it look like hes ready to strike at a moments notice!

David Sierra: And simply imagine Ed, neither of these two talents used maybe even half of what they have in their arsenals of wrestling and submission maneuvers. I cant wait to see them again!

Cut to commercial.

[Makaveli The Don]

Ed Set:
Folks we are back from that long commercial break.

David Sierra:
Yeah, but it's worth the wait, Ed. Guess what's next? Yet another announcement!

Ed Set:
That's right, David. Two weeks ago Makaveli came on Side Effect announcing the XVI Pay Per View. The week after that, we had a press conference had a Folks, take a look.

The camera zooms in the titantron, as footage from two weeks ago is aired...

Makaveli stands proudly, holding a white looking blanket that is convering the PPV poster...

Makaveli:
I introduce to you... Fool's Revenge!



The video clip fast forwards to last week's Press Conference after Makveli's announcement...

:: Poison ::
The Next Generation Divisonwill have its own title belt – and soon a Next Generation Champion will be born. The NextGen Title is being created as we speak.

The clip fast forwards...

:: Poison ::
You shall soon see exactly who will have the privilege of Wrestling for the prestige of being the Next Generation Champion.

The video clip ends...

Ed Set:
Wow. This is history in the making, David!

David Sierra:
Absolutely!

Suddenly, a 5 second countdown appears on the titantron.

David Sierra:
What is this?!

Ed Set:
It may be the first competitor announced!

The crowd as no clue, either, but they don't hesitate to countdown out loud. Pretty soon, Method Cobra's entrance music hits as he runs down the ring.

David Sierra:
Let us not forget he has a match.

Ed Set:
Is it starting now?

David Sierra:
I was kinda expecting the comp-

Ed Set:
HOLY SHIT!

David Sierra jumps after that huge pyro blasts off the arena.

David Sierra:
Damnit, Ed!

Ed Set:
It's Versage!

Pretty soon, all six men are standing, staring at each other inside the Side Effect ring.

David Sierra:
Wow, Ed. Look at these men.

Ed Set:
All men; Versage, Method Cobra, Thor, Jake Xavier, Ritalin and Johnny Kaos have a chance of becoming the NEW NextGen Champion.

Against All Odds by 2Pac hits the PA.

Ed Set:
Oh, what now?!

David Sierra:
This should be good, Ed.

Ed Set:
When talking about Makaveli, you never know.

David Sierra:
Well, it's not every week we see Makaveli on the show. Have you forgotten last time he came in he made huge changes to the XVI?

Ed Set:
What, Dave? Announce the PPV? A couple of matches? Comment a few about the VNB and DOA situation? Whoop Dee Doo.

David Sierra:
I'd be surprised if you still had a job next week, Ed.

Ed Set:
I tell it like it is. I respect the man, but I just don't like the way he works with the crowd.

David Sierra:
Say no more and nothing bad will happen to you.

Ed Set:
Yeah yeah...

Makaveli, with a microphone at hand, is standing on the entrance ramp with a smirk on his face. He puts the microphone close to his bottom lip, and speaks...

Makaveli:
So.. You all think you could be part of the Next Generation? You all think your worthy of the NextGen Title? Well we'll see just how worthy you are.

Makaveli walks a little more towards the ring.

Makaveli:
There's a reason why it's called the NextGen Title. This Title is not just any other championship thrown out there. This Title proves that you are worthy to be in my company. So... How can you prove it? How can you prove you deserve to hold this title? Simple.. At Fool's Revenge, there will be a mini-tournament. Each match will be a mystery. They won't be announced until two of you five are in the ring at Fool's Revenge. There will be three final competitors, and those competitors will have to go at it that very same night in a Ladder Match! The one who manages to grab that title belt will be worthy of holding the Next Generation Title. Ladies and gentlemen, have a fantastic day. As I leave you with the tournament line-up on the titantron, think about your future. This title revolves around you guys. That's That...

Makaveli's theme music hits the PA as he leaves. The titantron reveals the tournament line-up

Method Cobra vs Thor
Johnny Kaos vs Versage
Jake Xavier vs Ritalin

All men look at one another.

David Sierra:
Ahh man. It's not in their interest to brawl at this moment, Ed.

Ed Set:
Why not?

David Sierra:
They have a long week this week! Not only do some have matches tonight, or have had matches, but they will go up at the Pay Per View with two matches scheduled! Not to mention Two BRUTAL matches.

Ed Set:
Only if they win.

David Sierra:
And that's exactly why they should be keeping their strength until next week.

Ed Set:
Good point.

Coincidentally, one by one, all decide to leave.

Fade to commercials....

[Makaveli The Don]

Ritalin and Prozac walk out on stage, looking at the crowd. They each go to a side of the stage and Ritalin raises both his arms. 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. They both slide into the ring and go to two corners. They both get on the middle rope in the corners together and raise there arms.

Both Jordan and Xavier are already in the ring.

The referee calls for the bell to ring and the match begins with Ritalin starting against Jordan, the two illegal men stand on the outside. Ritalin and Jordan circle each other before locking up in the center of the ring, both men struggle to get the upper hand at first but Jordan manages to catch Ritalin with a kick to the gut which he follows up with a scoop slam, he bounces of the ropes and lands on Ritalin’s mid section with a hard elbow, he then picks him up by the head and drags him to his corner making the tag to Jake, he climbs into the ring and whips Ritalin off the ropes and delivers a dropkick to his chest, forcing him to fall.

David
Jake and Ritalin had some words this week.

Ed
We know this will not be the last time these two will be in the ring together.

Jake picks up Ritalin 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 to kick him in the gut. Ritalin starts fighting out of the corner with lefts and rights to the head and body.Rita9in then hits a spinning back kick, Ritalin begins his crawl towards Prozac who has his arm stretched ready for the tag, Jake manages to get the tag Jordan who quickly runs and grabs Ritalin’s leg as he was just about to make the tag, he drags him back and Ritalin is hopping on one leg, but then Ritalin manages to hit an Enziguri on Jake who lets go of Ritalin and falls to the floor, Ritalin then leaps towards Prozac and makes the tag, Prozac storms into the ring and Jake is back up but is met by a clothesline from Prozac.

David
Prozac is in the ring now.

Ed
You can bet hw wants Jordan in right now.

Prozac lifts up Jake and hits a spinout powerbomb. Prozac then taunts Jordan who jumps in the ring and the two men begin to brawl.

David
A preview fro the PPV right here

Jake is back up and starts hitting Prozac from behind, Ritalin jump in and charges Jake and begins to fight with him. The ref tries to get control but none of the men are listening.

David
We have a fight!

The ref tries again and still they don’t listen and he calls for the bell.

David
The ref could no get control and called the match a draw.

The men continue to brawl, more refs hit the ring but they all get pushed aside. Just then both Prozac and Ritalin hit DDTs on each of the other men. The Meds slide out of the ring and reach under the ring and pull out a table and a bag. Ritalin sets up the table out side of the ring and Prozac pulls matches and lighter fluid out of the bag. In the ring both Jordan and Jake begin to get up. They get up and see Prozac light the table on fire.

David
A message to Jordan

Jordan and Jake stand in the ring looking through the Flames at the smiling Meds

David
Things are heating up but we need to take a break.

[Makaveli The Don]

We come back from commercials and see a filled parking lot. The camera homes in into one lone parking spot that is somehow still empty. A black SUV pulls up and out walks Black Jack. He shuts his door, locks up and heads into the trunk to grab his bags. As he pulls the bag out of the trunk he suddenly flies forward and falls onto the ground. He lifts himself back up but can’t even defend himself. He’s being punched repeatedly by this man who came from nowhere. The camera looks up and there stands G-Dawg with a chain wrapped around his hands. He punches away at Black Jacks forehead, which is busted open now. The trunk is shut back and Black Jack is lifted onto his feet. G-Dawg grabs him by the hair and slams his head into the glass, breaking it and shattering all onto the concrete. Black Jack is beginning to bleed profusely now, and G-Dawg begins to chuckle once more. He kicks away at Black Jack’s body and lifts him up once more. Shards of glass are stuck into his body and G-Dawg delivers and F-Bomb onto the shattered glass.

Officials begin pouring out to the parking lot and pulling G-Dawg away from Black Jack. G-Dawg pushes them all off of him and he merely walks off on his own. He looks back at the madness he has just created, and does nothing but laugh. He looks into the camera and stops everything, the laughter, the smiles, everything.

//G-Dawg\\
You see what happens, there goes another. You don’t mess with G-Dawg, you don’t get in MY way. When you do, this happens. You get taken out, that’s how it goes down. The way I see it, Calaz…you’re lucky. You’re lucky that we’ve only got a week until this pay-per-view, because you…you’re the next one. You’ve simply got time on your side, because had there been one more week left, I don’ think I’d have had anybody left to face for this pay-per-view. So rest up Calaz, pray with all of your might, train, do whatever it is that you think will help you take me out. But regardless of your preparations, regardless of how pumped up you are to finally get your chance to shine…you will be taken down. I will show you what it’s like when you run with the big boys Calaz. You think you’re above that little Next-Gen title, hell you’re not even on that level. You, my boy, you’ve got quite the ego on you. You run about, touting all of this bullshit when in reality…you’re nothing. So get ready boy, because you’re in for the fight…of…your…LIFE!

G-Dawg walks off through the double doors of the parking lot and heads through the hallways as the scene fades out and the fans are heard cheering for G-Dawg, in anticipation of the match-up that will occur in merely one week.

[Makaveli The Don]

XVI comes back from the commercial break as the camera focuses on Ed and Dave

Ed Set:
Now ladies and gentlemen be prepared, put the young ones to bed or shut their eyes because this one is gonna get nasty

David Sienna:
Damn right Ed, its time for the hardcore match between Versage Flames and Calaz who seems to have adopted a slightly new take on life as of late

Ed Set:
Well lets take you straight to the action

The camera cuts to R.A. standing in the center of the ring

R.A.:
The next match is a hardcore match…introducing first Versage Flames!

As the music starts the lights flicker rapidly in beat with the drum base. Vers 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 anger. With that fire spurts up in a wave along the ramp as he begins to walk down. His hand reaching out to clasp some of the 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, chrisp military salute to the crowd and his entrance ends.

R.A:
Introducing his opponent…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 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 the corner looking at his opponent

They lock up and soon after Calaz manges to get Versage into headlock and punches him whilst holding him by the head. Versage tries to break the punches but Calaz absorbs the blows and hits him with an elbow to the back of the head. Calaz then hits a DDT. He jumps back up and begins to stomp into the midsection of Versage. Versage moves close to the ropes. Calaz uses the ropes to put the boot into the throat of Versage and the fans boo! Calaz taunts them and shouts at them telling them to quieten down.

Calaz brings Versage up and goes to whip him off the ropes bunching back at him though Versage bounces off the ropes and hit a running dropkick on Calaz. They are both up pretty fast but as soon as they are up Versage swiftly hits a snap suplex. Versage hooks the leg...1...2..kickout.

Ed Set:
Almost a 3 count there for Versage

David Sienna:
Almost doesn't put a W in your column though does it

Versage stands up and waits as Calaz uses the ropes to get up only to be clotheslined over the top to the outside Versage follows over the ropes and both men lie out on the floor. The crowd cheer as Versage finds himself back to his feet first. Calaz climbs back to his feet as the two men begin to exchange blows on the outside only for Versage to get the upper hand as he hit a nice uppercut that stuns Calaz long enough to slam his face into the corner post that sends Calaz to his knees. While on his knees he hits a low blow and follows it up with a DDT. Once Calaz is to his feet he reaches under the ring and pulls out a trash can lid and throws it in the ring. He then pulls out a chair and raises it above his head and whips it down smashing Versage in the back. Calaz then drops the chair and lifts up Versage, he then rolls Versage into the ring and slides in after him.

Ed Set:
Calaz has something evil on his mind here Dave

David Sienna:
Ha I love it, someones gonna get hurt here

Versage gets to his feet and Calaz picks up the trash can lid he slowly walks over to Versage and swing it at his head, he ducks it and hits Calaz in the throat knocking the lid from his hands. Versage stands up and grabs the trash can lid, he swings it at Calaz's head who dunks it and then kicks Versage in the stomach forcing him to drop the lid on the floor, Versage falls to his knees and Calaz picks up the chair and violently swings it at Versages head, he connects with a a vicious chair shot to the school, Versage falls motionless to the floor, blood covers his face as Calaz drags the trash can over to his head, he places Versage's top half into the trash can, he points to the top rope and the crowd boo once again.

Ed Set:
No he cant do that, just pin him and get it over with for gods sake, your gonna kill him, someone get down here to help out

Calaz slowly climbs to the top rope and holds his arms up as the crowd boo, Calaz seems to be feeding of the boos as he hits a massive Shooting Star Leg Drop crushing the trash can and Versage's head as well, Calaz moves into the cover
1..
2..
3!
The referee hold Calaz's hand up as a chorus of boos rain down from the stands as Calaz stands in the center of the ring taunting them.

Ed Set:
Ladies and gentlemen we have just seen a pure act of evil, somebody get out here and help that poor man in the ring

David Sienna:
I love Calaz's new attitude, look out XVI we have a changed man on the roster

By this time Calaz has made his way to the top of the ramp as medical officials rush to the ring to attend to Versage, he stands at the top of the ramp and taunts the fans as defining boos shower him, he disappears behind the curtain and the camera focuses on the limp Versage as XVI cuts to commercials.[/color][/i]

[Makaveli The Don]

Enemy by Tool is being played over the PA system as we open up from commercial with a freshly injured Wolfe sitting in a wheel chair, his just broken leg from last week propped up so that he is putting as little pressure on it as possible. He has a sour look on his face, and a mic on his lap. He takes it in his hand, and surveys the crowd, who give him a warm reception.

David Sierra: Welcome back everyone and prepare to take a backseat for a wild ride that is sure to be the rest of this night! Right now we will be hearing from Wolfe, who seems to have a few things on his mind.

Ed Set: I still find it extremely unnerving of the fact that this guy got his leg broke last week by his opponent at Fools Revenge, and yet he is back here after only a week! He cant be 100% David.

David Sierra: As far as I know this is all hearsay Ed. You nor I ever even saw this “attack” I don’t think anyone did.

Ed Set: That’s how sneaky this Szaban guy really is. Lets hear what the Wolfe man has to say.

Wolfe is finally ready to speak as he begins to talk, almost weakly with wincing pains.

Wolfe: Last week…I got attacked by a sick and twisted individual. I am a mere 20 years old, my entire career to look ahead of me, and here this psycho comes out and breaks my leg. Entirely unprovoked I might add! All this was, was a conspiracy from that jealous punk because he knows that if got ahold of him one on one, I would school his ass worse than a drill instructor!

David Sierra: Give me a break, where is the proof here?

Ed Set: Are you blind Davey Boy? Look at the man in the wheel chair for a second.

Wolfe: (With a wicked smile across his face) Speaking of which, I have found a man who will be my official replacement for my match at Fools Revenge against Szaban. A man of integrity, a man of honor, one who will not simply stand idly by while the inmates run the asylum. My replacement, is none other than, Corporal Punishment!

Stars and Stripes Forever plays over the PA system as the Corporal himself comes from behind the curtain, clad in knee length combat boots, and cameo pants and flak jacket. A viser covering his hair with a pair of black shades over his eyes, he seems all business with a look equally annoyed and intimidating as Wolfes. He is handed the mic by Wolfe.

Corporal Punishment: You heard exactly right. I, Corporal Punishment am the prime choice, the preferred arsenal of pain. Szaban! You may be wondering why I am chosen. You may think there is no personal vendetta, that I have nothing to gain from this encounter. Negative! Any and all competitors who are put in front of my are MY personal vendetta! For your gross sidestepping of the law, breaking the leg of a great competitor, and halting the rise of one of XVI’s top stars, will not go unpunished! You will soon feel what it is like to suffer the ultimate Punishment. Dismissed!

Corporal Punishment proceeds to wheel Wolfe out from the stage and back to the backstage area.

David Sierra: Well this is one Xtreme Development! Corporal Punishment will square off against Szaban, falls count anywhere, at Fools Revenge!

Ed Set: I think this match just got a whole lot more interesting. What more developments can we possibly expect tonight?!

Cut to commercial.

[Makaveli The Don]

Ed Set:
Welcome back to Side Effect, folks. This one is sure to be one for the books, we’ve got two great competitors going head to head in a pay-per-view quality match-up. Szaban…and Convict going one on one and it’s happening right now!

“Till I Collapse” by Eminem blares over the p.a and Szaban makes his way through the curtains. Fans begin to cheer as he pounds his chest from the top of the ramp and stares into the crowds faces. He smirks and makes his way down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way. He slides under the ropes and takes off his shirt, throwing it towards the announcers table. He stares up the ramp and waits for his opponent to make his way down to the ring.

David Sierra:
Szaban has been doing quite a bit around here. He took out RKO already, had a nice draw with Wolfe and since then those two have been at their throats. Convicts been on a role of his own lately too, I mean hell he’s got the champion next week at A Fool’s Revenge! It’s safe to say that Convict can hold his own here.

“Walk” by Pantera hits and the fans begin to boo. The familiar riffs are blaring over the p.a and Convict walks through the curtains with a sneer on his face. He cracks his knuckles and neck, then makes his way slowly down the ramp. He goes to start up the stairs and notices Szaban beginning to charge, and decides against it. He waits on the outside, biding his time until he makes his way to the ring. He stretches a bit, then taunts Szaban and the crowd before finally sliding under the ropes and making his way immediately up to his feet.

Szaban and Convict begin with a stare-down. The men are giving looks that kill and the crowd is egging it on, waiting for the two to erupt and finally attack each other. Convict makes the first move and the two men lock up. Neither can get the advantage and both back out at the same time. They both go into their respective corners and Szaban puts his hands on his knees. Convict chuckles a bit and Szaban rushes forward. Convict side-steps him and Szaban goes crashing into the corner. He loses his breath and Convict goes for a quick roll-up, but barely gets a two count. He waits for Szaban to get back up and then gives him a bit of his own medicine by delivering a big shoulder block. Szaban lies on the ground, only to be lifted by Convict who throws a few lefts and rights at him. Szaban blocks a few punches and begins to get in some offense of his own. He punches Convict into a corner, whips him into the corner and rushes at him with a clothesline. Convict has the wind knocked out of him and doesn’t get any help when Szaban begins to kick at his ribs. Convict rolls out of the ring and catches his breath before Szaban dives out of the ring and lands right on top of Convict.

Ed Set:
What a match so far, it’s merely minutes in and these guys are seriously throwing out all of the stops. This one is bound to be a fantastic match by the end.

Szaban begins to make his way up to his feet at around the same time Convict does. The two deliver punches back and forth once more, until Convict grabs Szaban by his hair and slams his face into the ring apron twice. He then whips him into the barrier and kicks him in the gut a few times. Szaban is now leaning against the barrier and Convict comes rushing at him with a knee to the face. Luckily, Szaban avoids it be rolling out of the way just in time and Convict is left on the ground holding his knee. The referee is at eight when Szaban rolls in and out of the ring to re-set his time. Convict slowly makes his way up, and begins to limp while Szaban wastes no time taking advantage of this injury and kicks his knee right out from under him. Convict falls back onto the concrete and begins to scream out in pain as Szaban steps on his knee. He grabs Convict’s leg and pulls up as hard as he can, leaving him screaming in agony as he awaits Szaban letting go, knowing that it’s going to have to happen due to the count out rule. Just like he expected, Szaban is forced to let go, and he does the same roll in and out tactic that he used before. But this time when Szaban goes to grab his leg, Convict kicks as hard as he can, and he just so happens to his Szaban right in his boys.

David Sierra:
Ooooh that has GOT to hurt. He’s going to be feeling that in the morning. Man, Ed you were right this is turning out to be a damn good match.

Szaban falls to his knees, giving Convict some time to lift himself back up. He gives Szaban a swift kick to his face, causing him to spit up blood and what looks to be a fragment of his tooth. Convict grabs Szaban by the arms and pulls him up then delivers a curb stomp to him, sending his face hard into the concrete. Convict rolls into the ring and awaits Szaban to do the same. Szaban of course, makes his way up to his feet around the seven count, and slowly rolls back into the ring. Convict starts to kick away at Szaban who is trying his best to merely make it to his feet, but its useless due to Convict just relentlessly attacking him. He begins to lift Szaban up and gives him a big body slam onto him. He runs against the ropes and jumps high into the air and delivers a leg drop onto Szabans neck. Blood is coming from his mouth heavily now, and it’s slowly making its way down his chin. Convict lifts Szaban up and whips him into the corner. He slowly walks over and begins to punch away at Szaban once, twice, three times, four, five, six, seven times. When he gets to eight the referee begins to pull him away, and Convict shoves him off. Szaban tries to pull himself out of the corner, but Convict shoves him right back into it. He lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle and delivers a few more punches just in case he comes back to. Convict stands up on the second rope and taunts the crowd, then delivers a super plex to Szaban, who unfortunately lands right on top of the referee.

Ed Set:
damn it, Szaban just took out the referee, leaving Convict wide open to do whatever the hell he pleases. But wait…what the hell is this?!

As the words leave Ed’s mouth, men begin to pour out from the crowd, just loads of them coming from what seems to be nowhere. All of them are wearing bright orange jumpsuits and all of them have numbers on their backs. The convicts all take to the ring and Convict is backed into the corner where he previously had Szaban. He realizes he is trapped there and tries to make his way out of the ring, but they begin to surround him. He tries to plow through them, but they all hold up their hands and he falls to the ground. The circle then begins to close in and hard stomps are heard delivered onto Convict’s body. Convict’s cries are faintly heard and the convicts notice the referee beginning to make his way up to his feet. Then just like they came, they all suddenly flee and are nowhere to be seen. Szaban makes his way up and just sees a bloodied Convict lying on the ground as the referee makes his count.

David Sierra:
Damnit, I think we know who’s behind this here. Mental, it’s Mental giving Convict a feeling of what it’s like. He’s beating Convict at his own game!

Ed Set:
What makes you so sure?

Szaban slowly drags Convict into the ring and with all of the power that he has left in him, lifts Convict onto his shoulders. He motions to the crowd for what is next and they go wild as Szaban drops Convict with the Bostard Drop. He slowly just lies on top of Convict and the referee makes the three count. Szaban pulls himself up, and the referee raises his hand high.

Suddenly, From this Day by Machine Head blares through the arena as Johnny Mental unexpectedly comes through the curtains, applauding Szaban...

Johnny Mental:
Bravo, bravo. How does it feel to beat the number one contender, Szaban?

Szaban, trying to keep himself together, stares over to Johnny Mental with no emotion shown whatsoever.

Johnny Mental:
It feels good doesn't it? In fact, you're not the only one who's beaten that piece of trash.

The crowd boos at Johnny Mental's comment...

Johnny Mental:
I didn't come here to insult anybody. I came here to propose something to Szaban.

The crowd's boos die down, as they listen to whatever The MorningStar has to say to Szaban.

Johnny Mental:
Szaban, do the math. I've beaten The Beast, You've beaten The Beast. What good will it do for a number one contender to wrestle for MY XVI World Championship if he's been beat by YOU, someone who isn't even near being number one contender yet. Even with some in-ring rust, you still manage to beat Convict. Unbelievable.

Ed Set:
Johnny's right!

David Sierra:
Now now, David, let us not forget Convict was attacked during the match.

Szaban likes where this is going...

Johnny Mental:
Let me ask you something, Szaban. How good would it feel to be the number one contender? How good would it feel to replace Convict next Sunday at Fool's Revenge?

Szaban's doesn't need to think twice... He smiles.

Johnny Mental:
Szaban, as Ruler of ALL, and as the XVI World Champion, I DEMAND you be the new number one contender.

Johnny Mental gives off a smirk. The crowd is cheering, and Szaban is able to nod.

David Sierra:
But why?!

Ed Set:
No idea, David. Wouldn't that be a good thing for Johnny? Having Convict lose on Side Effect? That means Johnny has more confidence if he goes up against Convict on Sunday.

David Sierra:
There's gotta be a reason behind this!

Johnny Mental:
Match Accepted, then! I'll see you at Fool's Revenge!

Szaban falls to his knees. He can't believe what's happening. One second he's wrestling Convict, the next he's number one contender. Johnny Mental drops the microphone, but then thinks. He picks it back up...

Johnny Mental:
Oh, and don't forget you have a match against Corporal Punishment early that night as well. Good luck.

David Sierra:
That bastard! Is this why he's chosen Szaban?

Ed Set:
I don't know, David, but it doesn't seem to bother Szaban.[/center]

[Makaveli The Don]

Ed: Ladies and Gentlemen we have had an interesting night to say the least. And now it is time for the Main Event

David: Johnny Mental versus G-Dawg I can't Wait, and I don't think I will have to.

The camera pans over the crowd to reveal fans beginning to stand on their feet as "Seven Nation Army" blares over the p.a. Signs in the crowd begin to come up and the fans begin a G-Dawg chant, and when the anticipation is at its height, G-Dawg makes his way through the curtains. He pumps up the crowd by running from one end of ramp to another. He slaps a few hands on his way down then sprints down to the ring and runs up the stairs into the steel cage that is assembled around the ring. 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 corner of the cage, then waits anxiously for his opponent to arrive.

Then...

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 vulcans, stalks The MorningStar, resplendent as alway in his black and red garb. taking to his heels he tears down the ramp, and climbs up and over the cage. A quick hop and a jump, and he's on the second rope of the nearest turnbuckle, signaling to those who cheers him. Then a chorus of boos engulfs the crowd as twenty security guards in lines of ten file out from the back wearing black and red VNB shirts.

Ed: Now what in the hell is this?

David: Come on Ed, can't you see? This is security, just to make sure nothing happens.

Ed: Nothing happens? To who?

The VnB security guards line-up outside of the cage five on each side. Johnny Mental smiles at a glaring G-Dawg. The irate crowd let's the VnB know what they think about their tactics. The referee closes the cage door and sounds for the bell.

Mental circles G-Dawg, eying up the competition. Shaking his head, obviously displeased with what he has been put up against. Mental laughs again, rushing towards his opponent and holding him in a test of strength.

G-Dawg gets Mental down on one knee which gets a huge reaction from the crowd. G-Dawg releases the hold and drop kicks Mental in the stomach. He gets up and celebrates the blow as Mental is holding his mid-section and looks very shocked.

Ed: Good job G-Dawg but don't let up.

David: Definitely not, this is Johnny Mental in the ring not RkO you have to stay on top of your game. Now look Mental is back on his feet and he does not look pleased.

Mental is standing by the ropes starring at G-Dawg with vicious intentions written all over his face. G-Dawg winks at Mental telling him that he will not back down, and that he is not going to be intimidated by a name. The two meet in the middle of the ring and G-Dawg is whipped into the ropes and quickly met by a Mental clothesline which bounces G-Dawgs head off of the cage. The crowd winces at the agony this must have caused. Johnny smiles as he starts to think of all the things he can now do to G-Dawg.

David: This is what I was waiting for.

Ed: This does not look good for G-Dawg.

G-Dawg is slowly getting back to his feet, but Mental is quickly right back on top with a drop kick to the knees. G-Dawg drops down to his knee and Mental grabs him by the head lifting him to his feet. G-Dawg throws a few punches at Mental which causes him to stagger back. G-Dawg makes a desperation diving blow to Mental but Johnny side steps him and delivers a reverse DDT. G-Dawg lies on the ground holding his head in pain and agony. Johnny looks at the cage door then up to the top of the cage and he begins his climb to the top. Johnny reaches the top as G-Dawg is standing on his feet.

Ed: What is going to happen now?

David: G-Dawg has to act now, or this might be over already.

G-Dawg charges toward the cage wall and Mental attempts a suicide flip which barely misses G-Dawg. Mental is lying face down on the mat and G-Dawg is resting on his knees trying to catch his breath. Johnny and G-Dawg both make their way to their feet, never taking their eyes off of one another. Mental charges G-Dawg in rage and ends up getting whipped into the ropes, he bounces off of the ropes and meets G-Dawg's over the head belly to belly suplex. G-Dawg quickly gets to his feet and follows up on Johnny, lifting him up and slamming him back down with a back breaker. The crowd starts getting into the match and G-Dawg begins to feed off of the emotion. He runs into the rope and drives his elbow into the sternum of Mental.

David: I can not believe this, come on Johnny get up.

Ed: What are you talking about. G-Dawg is fighting one hell of a match and he is showing that in no way would he ever let Johnny Mental walk over him.

G-Dawg walks over to Mental and slaps the back of his head a few times and yells down at Mental "Who's intimidated now?!?" The crowd is roaring and G-Dawg is on fire as he begins to stomp a limp Johnny Mental. G-Dawg stands Mental up. Mental standing groggy can barely hold his balance as he is kicked in the stomach and has his head placed in between G-Dawgs legs. G-Dawg flips Mental up into the air for a Power bomb and sends Mental crashing down to the mat.

David: OH MY GOD HE IS DEAD!!

Ed: Shut up will you. G-Dawg is really in charge now and should probably start thinking about making his way out of the cage.

David: Well I do not know if that is too safe either. But hey maybe those guards will just walk him to the back

Ed: Yeah I am sure.

G-Dawg shouts out "Welcome to the Dawg house, bitch!" As he points to the sky. G-Dawg once again lifts Johnny Mental to his feet and places him on his shoulders.

Ed: This is going to be the G-Drop.

G-Dawg walks around the ring and finally when in the middle of the ring slams down Mental with a Death Valley Driver.

David: Oh god no.

Ed: Yes!! Now G-Dawg get the hell out of there.

G-Dawg looks at the cage door and starts to make his way over to it as two of the VnB security guards stand firmly on the other side. G-Dawg's eyes grow big as he starts looking around. The crowd begins to shower the VnB with boos as G-Dawg is so close to winning this match.

Ed: Come on now, what in the hell?!?! Let the damn man out of the cage.

David: What are you yelling about Ed they are just trying to help him open the door.

Ed: Oh really so that is why they are standing there with an angry look on their face.

G-Dawg quickly runs to the other side of the cage and climbs up the cage. The VnB guards stand near the bottom of the cage as G-Dawg is standing at the top looking over them. G-Dawg shakes his head and dives off.

Ed: ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!

David: Brilliant!!

Two of the VnB guards caught G-Dawg in mid air never allowing him to reach the ground. G-Dawg is fighting and struggling to be free from their grasp, but they take the blows and carry him back to the cage door. Another VnB guard opens the door and they toss G-Dawg back into the ring. They place a chain with a pad lock on the door. G-Dawg looks around not realizing that Johnny Mental is back on his feet and awaiting G-Dawg to turn around. G-Dawg turns around and is met by a hellacious kick to the stomach.

Ed: I can't believe this!

David: You have to admit this was all genius planning on part of the Ruler of All.

Mental jumps from the apron to the rope and back around with a tornado DDT.

David: Raven's Call!!! It was The Raven's Call!!

Ed: Damnit this just is not fair. G-Dawg had the man beat. G-Dawg was the winner but those damn VnB Security Guards!!!

Mental catches his breath as the arena fills the air with boos and disappointing chants. Mental gives a sinister laugh as he ascends the cage wall. Mental reaches the top of the cage attempts to cross over, but just then the crowd explodes with cheers and chants as G-Dawg is pulling down on Mental's hanging leg. G-Dawg holds on to Mental who is attempting to pull free and climb down the edge of the cage. G-Dawg and Mental are both sitting on top of the cage exchanging blows with one another.

David: They have to be careful now. A winner will be decided if one of them falls. But it all depends on which way they fall.

Ed: Oh my this is it right here both men are standing on their feet on top of that cage. That fall is not going to be very forgiving.

G-Dawg elbows Mental who falls down but manages to hang on. G-Dawg starts climbing down the cage but once again is held up by the VnB security guards.

Ed: Damn them!! Let the man win, he has shown he is the better man damn it!!

Mental falls off of the cage and knocks G-Dawg out of the hands of the VnB guards. G-Dawg and Mental are both lying on the ground with G-Dawg partially on top of Mental. The referee calls for the bell.

David: Who won?

Ed: Yeah who the hell won?

The ref runs over to Johnny Mental and raises his hand as he pushes G-Dawg off of him.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen the Winner of this match as declared by our head Referee Johnny Mental!!

The crowd boos as Machine Head's "From The Day" plays and Mental makes his way to the back holding his mid section. The VnB Guards begin to stomp G-Dawg and beat on him relentlessly.

Ed: Oh come on, stop it! You already got what you wanted. You cheated the man out of a vic...

David: LOOK!!

Szaban wielding a baseball bat comes firing out from the back past Mental and slamming home run hits off of all the VnB Security Guards. The VnB hightail it out of the arena through the stage, and the crowd as Szaban lifts a beaten and bruised G-Dawg to his feet.

David Sierra:
MY GOD!

Ed Set:
Szaban has just signed his death. Come Fool's Revenge, there will be nothing left of him.

David Sierra:
What a show! WHAT A SHOW!

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