Monday Night: Shut Up and Fight

The opening pyro sequence for SHOOT Project?s Monday Night shoots off, and the cameras pan in closer. Finally, the cameras pan in and meet up with Dutch Harris and Eryk Masters, your commentators for the evening. The two of them look pretty pumped to be here, and the atmosphere for this show is certainly electric.

Eryk Masters: Weeeeellll? here we are, a new SHOOT Project show, a brand new set, and-

?Only the Strong? by FLAW hits the PA system, cutting Eryk Masters off, and the crowd comes to their feet, as the President of the SHOOT Project, Jason Johnson?s entrance video plays on the Project-Tron. Soon, they?re greeted by the fearless leader of the SHOOT Project, Jason Johnson, donned in jeans and a SHOOT Project ?We Bleed the Hard Way? t-shirt. He?s got a clipboard with him, so it obviously means he?s got something to say.

Eryk Masters: Well, this is quite a treat to start the show off with? Jason?s going to christen this pilot broadcast of our new Monday show, I bet?

Dutch Harris: Yeah well? We?ll see what the so called ?Best Mind in the Business? has to say here?

Jason?s in the ring now, embracing the cheers from the fans. He calls for a microphone, and Samantha Coil obliges, dutifully. He motions for his music to be cut, and the young owner of the SHOOT Project puts the microphone to his mouth. Before he can even get a word out, the crowd is deafening with a ?SHOOT? chant. The camera pans around, showing a sold out Cow Palace, much to the delight of the SHOOT Project president. He puts the microphone to his mouth again.

Jason Johnson: So, what?s up?

The crowd cheers, though not as loud as before. Jason nods and smiles, and takes a look at his clipboard.

Jason Johnson: Yeah, I know you all hate seeing my face on this television screen. You?re used to me sitting back in the back, and watching things, and doing that nonsense. Well? That?d be the case tonight, if I didn?t have some important issues to address. So, sit back, and I?ll see if I can?t make this worth your while?

The ?SHOOT? chat is picking up again, filling the viewers ears with the experience of the crowd, and filling Jason?s ears with the sounds of a successful wrestling federation. He puts his hand up, hushing the crowd to a dull roar, and begins to speak again?

Jason Johnson: First item? The SHOOT Project would like to thank Ed Raymond for his hard work and service to the struggle, and all of that good stuff. You?ll be missed, Ed, but not too much.

Jason Johnson: ?

Jason Johnson: Okay, I?m kidding. We?ll miss you Ed. I?ll keep in touch, in case you ever decide to come back on and do that old column of yours, before you got all power hungry and tried to strip me of the SHOOT Project.

Jason smiles, and laughs.

Jason Johnson: Moving on quickly? As much as it sucks to hear this, Oblivion?s top face, Dave Hawkins, is having to take a period of time off. There are some personal issues, and yeah, stuff like that? Now, I know that you, as fans are thinking? ?What?s this going to mean for the Round Robin?? Well, the answer to that is simple, and I?m about to hit two birds with one stone?

Jason Johnson: Cronos Diamante and Del Carver? Well, okay, I know that?s an odd pairing? But check it out? These two guys have been talking to me all week about getting a match together. Del?s going to come out here later and talk to you all, and I think that that?s going to prompt the ?devil? himself to muster up a response, and yeah? So check it out? what it?s going to amount to, is this? Next week?

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And the crowd goes WILD.

Jason Johnson: So I bet you?re thinking now? what does this have to do with the Round Robin? Of course you are? And the answer is simple? Obviously, the winner of that match will be the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Champion. But the loser? the loser will be in line for another opportunity, and that?s the opportunity to take Dave Hawkins? place in the Round Robin. Now, that?s all well and good and it seems like a fun chance at competition, but I figured with the elimination of the separate rosters and the elimination of the two shows, that we should also eliminate the show specific championships?

Jason pauses, for dramatic effect.

Jason Johnson: ?and in the place of those two championships, will be one title belt? one symbol of honor, for Monday Night, and that?s the Monday Night Championship. The winner of your Round Robin will become the newly crowned Monday Night Champion. That champion will be required to defend his belt on a weekly basis, against all comers, much like the Television Championship from WCW.

The fans go wild for this announcement, the prize for the Round Robin winners. The ?SHOOT? chant breaks out again, and Jason has to hush the fans one last time.

Jason Johnson: Now, I know I?ve been out here for WAY longer than I should have been, so let?s get this show on the road, SHOOT Project style.

With that, ?Only the Strong? picks back up on the PA system, and Jason Johnson walks up the ramp, before disappearing from all view.

Eryk Masters: Well, that was certainly inspiring. Leave it to Jason to give us something to sink our teeth into. I?ve always said he had a great mind for this business.

Dutch Harris: Listen to you? suck up. You want a raise or something?

Eryk Masters: Enough from you? It?s time to get this show under way, and we?re going to kick it off with a Hardcore Extravaganza. Sean Boden, Chris Turner, and Brimstone kicking this show off for us, and kicking it off in a way that only those three can.

Dutch Harris: I tell you what, this is certainly going to be a bloody and explosive affair.

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Rage Against the Machine?s ?Take the Power Back? starts up, as the man we once knew as Sean Boden steps through the curtain. He makes a beeline for the ring, but even still we can see a couple of changes in his outward appearance: his suit is once again all black, and he?s scrawled the word ?HATE? in black on his forehead.

Samantha Coil: Now entering the ring, weighing in at?

RAGE pushes her away violently, grabbing the microphone. Coil slides back, afraid of a reprisal.

RAGE: NO! You ignorant fucking swine, play the music you were given if you value your careers!

The song cuts off. In its place, ?Darkest Days,? by Stabbing Westward begins. He speaks over the music.

RAGE: That?s better. With the introduction of the DeathKore title, OutKast being cast out of the championship spot, and the demise of Oblivion and Revolution, Master of the Mat has signified the end of an era... and I begin one tonight. It is an era of pain... an era of violence... an era of RAGE. As I?m sure you can see before you, the techs here are laying down plywood on the canvas. Affixed to this plywood are a number of C4 explosive charges, pressure sensitive, of course. Why? Because I felt this little hardcore match needed a little something extra to make it special... for me, anyway... and just a bit more painful for everyone involved. Surprised, Turner and Brimstone? Don?t worry... Jason?s already agreed to this. Anything for ratings, I guess... it?s just a shame that it has to be at the cost of your well-being... or it would be, if you were worth more than cannon fodder. So without further ado, bring on my little victims.

He throws the microphone back to Coil, and gives her a little sadistic grin. She stands up, composes herself, and does what she?s paid to do.

Samantha Coil: Now entering the ring, weighing in at 265 lbs... Chronic Trauma Chris Turner!

?Get Psycho? by Disturbed runs through the PA, as Turner steps out, sledgehammer in one hand, kendo stick in the other. He looks a little wary of what?s happened in the ring, but he slides in nonetheless. Before anything can go any further, Brimstone hops out from behind the guardrail at ringside, a chair in his hand. He slides in the ring behind RAGE, and plants the chair square on the back of his head. RAGE stumbles, and meets the receiving end of Turner?s kendo stick in the face. He drops to the mat, and the bell rings.

Dutch Harris: That?ll teach him.

Eryk Masters: Assuming it didn?t knock all the memory out of him.

Brimstone lays the chair down on RAGE?s face, and runs to the ropes, dropping a vicious legdrop across it. RAGE rolls over quickly, clutching his face, and Brimstone grabs him, pulling him up by his hair. He?s already bleeding, but he still manages to pull out a low blow, which doubles Brimstone over. Turner cracks the kendo stick across Brimstone?s back, and RAGE drops him with a DDT on the chair. As RAGE gets up, however, Turner swings the sledgehammer. RAGE jumps back, and the hammer misses its mark. Before Turner can react, RAGE springs forward with a spear that knocks him through the ropes and onto the floor.

Eryk Masters: Sean B?

Dutch Harris: Don?t call him that, he won?t like it.

Eryk Masters: Uh... RAGE here is showing surprising resiliency.

Dutch Harris: That?s all you had to say? Here I figured it?d be important.

RAGE turns his attention to Brimstone, but a little too late, as he?s back on his feet. He levels RAGE with a standing clothesline, and drags him back to his feet, lifting him into a brainbuster?BOOM! RAGE?s leg seems to have barely caught a C4 charge, and his pant leg is on fire! He manages to smack out the flames, and Brimstone drops an elbow across his throat. Turner is still on the outside here, but he?s reaching under the ring. He slides a table in, followed by another chair and a ladder. Brimstone sees this, and grabs the chair, setting it up in the ring, followed by the other chair, setting them face to face. RAGE is up on his feet, though, and he springboards off the chairs and catches Brimstone with a tornado DDT! Turner?s back in the ring now, and RAGE has spotted him. He grabs what?s left of the kendo stick, and turning to Turner, swings and misses. Turner grabs him from behind, and lands a high angle German suplex, dropping RAGE right on his shoulders on the ladder! He lands with a clang, and rolls over, motionless. Turner goes for a cover... 1... 2... Brimstone breaks it up!

Eryk Masters: Brimstone was barely up in time to make that save;

Dutch Harris: One has to wonder where the rest of the C4 charges are placed... and whether RAGE knows where they are.

Eryk Masters: A good question, and one I?m sure we?ll find out if you?ll quit your constant yammering.

Dutch Harris: Uh... that?s what I?m paid for.

Turner looks back at Brimstone, not in the least bit happy about him breaking the fall. Turner charges him, and spears him into the corner. Turner Irish whips him out, and reverses it and sends him back into the corner. Brimstone hits hard, and staggers out to meet... nothing. RAGE has gotten up, and drops Turner with a swinging neckbreaker. Brimstone shakes off the cobwebs, and turns to RAGE. RAGE throttles Brimstone with both hands around his throat. Brimstone tries to break the hold, but RAGE isn?t letting go any time soon.

Eryk Masters: That is an illegal hold! Somebody do something!
Dutch Harris: Since when do you care?

Eryk Masters: I don?t, but I figure someone?s gotta be the Scott Richardson of the two of us.

Dutch Harris: Yeah, out of us, I would definitely say you?re the loser. Anyway, it?s a hardcore match, there?s no DQ, so illegal hold or not...

Brimstone?s starting to turn blue, and he sends a couple of punches to RAGE?s face, but they seem to do nothing to him. Brimstone drops to his knees, and RAGE forces him onto his back, without letting go. Turner slams a chair into the back of RAGE?s head, which staggers him a little, but he still doesn?t break the hold. Another shot drops RAGE to the mat, and Brimstone rolls over, coughing.

Dutch Harris: Well, the ref couldn?t do anything, but Turner had no problem breaking that one up.

Turner pulls RAGE to his feet, and slams him back down onto the ladder with a belly-to-back. Once again, RAGE looks motionless, as Turner picks the ladder up, setting it across the two chairs. RAGE is barely crawling to his feet, using the ropes to prop himself up, and Brimstone is doing the same on the other side of the ring. Turner goes after Brimstone, kicking him in the gut, and dropping him headfirst onto the plywood with a piledriver. RAGE charges Turner, with what seems like his last burst of energy, and hits a headscissor that puts Turner down for about 2 seconds. Turner gets back to his feet, and RAGE plants the head of the sledgehammer into his gut. Turner doubles over, and RAGE brings him down with a double underhook suplex?BOOM! The blast, surprisingly, missed the both of them, but was close enough to singe the hair on Turner?s face just a bit. He covers his face, as RAGE turns to Brimstone. Brimstone charges, and RAGE catches him with a backdrop that puts Brimstone onto the ladder! It bends straight in half and both man and tool collapse in a heap!

Dutch Harris: Jesus Christ! He could?ve broken Brimstone?s back there!

Eryk Masters: And I like it!

Dutch Harris: Shut up with that already!

Turner has meanwhile set up the table, and as RAGE turns around, he puts him down with a low blow. One powerbomb later, and RAGE is in a pile of particle board and wood veneer. Turner is quick to cover... 1... 2... and RAGE kicks out! Turner can?t believe it!

Eryk Masters: Turner can?t believe it!

Dutch Harris: Neither can I! RAGE has to have lost at least two pints of blood by now, you?d think he?d have no more power in him!

Eryk Masters: Two pints? You sure about that figure?
Dutch Harris: It?s called hyperbole. Look it up.

Eryk Masters: Sorry, didn?t know I was dealing with an English teacher here.

Turner is arguing with Kamura now about the count, and RAGE has gotten to his feet once again, chair in hand! Turner doesn?t see him coming, and RAGE flattens him with the chair, Turner dropping to the mat! RAGE sets up the chair, pulling Turner up by the hair. RAGE smiles, and Entropy onto the seat of the chair! Turner goes down hard, and? BOOM! The C4 explodes again, and it looks like it caught Turner?s arm a bit on that one! He?s clutching it in pain, as the fresh gash in his forehead covers his face in blood! Brimstone is starting to stir now, and RAGE slowly but surely makes his way over to him. He?s up, but he?s woozy, and RAGE is behind him... Wrath! RAGE locks on the katahajime, and Brimstone is trying to fight it! RAGE isn?t playing around, though, and he backs up against the ropes, springing himself over and onto the apron... he hooks his legs around, and adds to the leverage! Brimstone is fighting it... no! Brimstone taps!

Dutch Harris: This one is over, and RAGE has proven his ability to hang with the DeathKore contenders!

Eryk Masters: But all three men are in some serious pain now! That match was a horror show of hardcore, and god knows what kinds of injuries they sustained! EMT?s are on their way to the ring now to check on the three men!

?Stillborn? by Black Label Society starts to play, and the fans look up the aisle in anticipation.

Diamond Del Carver steps into the spotlight, and starts to walk down to the ring, taking the time to shake hands with many of the fans who stretch their hands out to him.

Carver is already dressed for his match later in the evening. He is wearing his black boots, jeans, and tonight a sleeveless black Shoot Project T-Shirt, with the silver ?SP? logo on the front. Over his shoulder, Carver carries the highly polished World Heavyweight Championship title belt.

Carver climbs into the ring, and accepts the microphone from Samantha.

The fans are cheering loudly, and Carver smiles and gives the people a thumbs up, before he begins to speak.

Del Carver: ?I don't want to waste anybody's time, but I have something I wanted to say.

You guys know that I have a big match later on tonight, a Tag Team war with myself and OutKast taking on Boyer and Davis.?

The fans cheer as Carver nods, and then continues.

?This is going to be a great fight, and I'm looking forward to it. I'm going to be in the ring with the man who is the Number One Contender to the World Title, in Chris Davis.

Davis, you won the Master of The Mat, and it is my understanding that entitles you to a shot at my belt. I also understand that the contract stipulates that you get your shot at Under Siege, the next Shoot Project Pay Per View.

Great. You won the Master Of The Mat, and you deserve your shot, and you're going to get your shot.

Here's the problem.

I don't want to wait until the next Pay Per View to defend this title. I don't want to spend the next month, or however long it's going to be, fighting in Tag Matches, and Non Title Matches. I want to defend this belt.?

The crowd cheers loudly.

?Thing is, I'm no dummy, Davis. You get the most exposure, more credit, more prestige, and more importantly the most money, by fighting in the Main Event of a Pay Per View. I have no desire to deprive you of that spotlight, or opportunity.

So what I propose, is to defend this title against somebody else, before Under Siege. If I beat them, then you still get your shot. If they beat me, then you still get your World Title Shot, it just won't be against me.

I hope that makes sense to you. Just because you have been named the Number One Contender, I don't want to sit on my ass, waiting for the next Pay Per View.

So that raises a question. Who do I want to fight?

Well, this might sound odd to you, but even though I am World Champion, and even though I am on top of my game, I still have goals. I still have things I am shooting for.

Let me explain.

When I arrived in Shoot Project, I was just a wrestler.

When I beat Rancid for the DOJO Title, I became a force.

When I won the Master Of The Mat, I became a star.

When I beat OutKast, I became a true Champion.

But to me, there is one step I want to take. There is one thing I need to do, and this thing is the hardest of them all.

I don't just want to be a wrestler, or a force to be reckoned with, or even a Champion.

I want to be a LEGEND.?

The fans cheer, and Carver's face remains serious as he continues.

?So how do you become a LEGEND? You have to beat other legends.

I beat Hawkins. I beat OutKast. I beat Kenshin. These men are all legends in their own right, and it was an honor to compete against all of them, and I have nothing but respect for them.

There's one thing though. Those men are not in the Shoot Project Hall Of Fame. Not yet. Some of them deserve to be, but they aren't yet.

But right now in Shoot Project, there is a man who IS in the Shoot Project Hall Of Fame, yet he himself has never been the World Champion.

So if I can beat this man, I can add to my reputation. I can make not only you people, but all the boys in the back see that I am a true champion. A fighting champion, worthy to be mentioned in the same sentence as such champions as OutKast, and The Real Deal.

If I can beat this man, I can take that final step, to becoming a legend myself, or at least start down the road to immorality. If this man can beat me, then he can prove that he still has what it takes, and he can also capture the one prize which has alluded him so far.

This man...

Is Cronos Diamante.?

The fans erupt in cheers, at the thought of Del Carver vs. Cronos Diamante.

?You see Cronos, I want to know if I can beat you. I know that right now, you're busy dealing with some big issue involving Blade Greyson, but I figure you can put that on hold for just one week.

Consider this an honor. How many men can say the World Champion wanted to fight THEM, and not the other way around?

I need to know Cronos. You're a legend. You're a Hall Of Famer. I need to know if I can be the same. I want to be in that Hall Of Fame. I want to be a legend. And the first step on my journey to becoming a legend is by defeating a legend. I need to know if I can beat you.

I just signed the papers backstage with Jason Johnson, Cronos.

One week from tonight. Me and You. Carver vs. Cronos, for the World Heavyweight Championship.

See you then, Diamante.

Destiny awaits us both.?

As the fans cheer, Del Carver hands Samantha the microphone, and his music starts to play again. Del exits the ring, and makes his way up the aisle.

Dutch Harris: Now THAT?s a match I want to see.

Eryk Masters: Del Carver? Cronos Diamante? SHOOT Project WORLD Heavyweight Championship.

Dutch Harris: Next week.

Eryk Masters: Up next, Azraith DeMitri versus Greyson Blade, in the first of many Round Robin matches to crown the Monday Night Champion. And by the way, I love that name for a title. It?s simple, and catchy.

Dutch Harris: That?s true, but what of those stipulations Johnson made on that belt? Every week? Most champions don?t defend but once a month.

Eryk Masters: That?s the beauty of this championship. It makes you work, and if you don?t work, then you?ll lose, and the person who?s better cut out to defend that belt every week, will take your place. But enough of my jibber jabber, let?s roll.

?Shoot Me Again? by Metallica deafens the crowd, as the pre-match bell sounds. Samantha Coil gets on the microphone right away, as the first participant in this match-up starts heading down to the ring.

Samantha Coil: ?The following contest is scheduled for one fall... making his way down to the ring first, Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at two-hundred-sixty-pounds... ?The Fallen One? AZRAITH DEMITRI!!!

Azraith eventually makes his way into the ring, waltzing calmly, collectively, as he appears to be ready to fight here tonight. Then, before Azraith can even fully get into the ring, Hetfield?s vocal chords are interrupted by Disturbed?s ?Fear?. Immediately, making his presence felt out from the Gorilla zone, Greyson Blade starts walking down to the ring.

Samantha Coil: ?And his opponent... from Washington D.C., weighing in at a staggering THREE-HUUUUUNDRED-POUNDS... he is ?The Heartless Bastard?, Greyson Blade!

Upon hearing his name echo through out the arena, Greyson charges towards the ring, as this crowd is certainly ready to go. Then, as soon as Greyson slides himself underneath the ropes, he whips to his, and stands still, staring a hole through Azraith like no other.

Dutch Harris: ?These men are about ready to EXPLODE!?

Eryk Masters: ?I?ll say... and what a match this is going to be... these two have missed their chances to fight each other COUNTLESS times... but all of that ends here, as tonight these two will finally lock horns and decide just WHO is the better man.?

Dutch Harris: ?Well said, you?re not as bad as you look.?

Eryk Masters: ?Thanks... I think.?

The bell sounds, and the match officially gets underway. Greyson and Az walk towards each other, nose to nose, eye to eye... breath to breath. Seeing as though they are the same exact height, they place their foreheads together, while each man stares a hole through the other. Greyson begins pushing Az back though, as Greyson is undoubtedly the bigger and physically stronger of the two. Eventually, Greyson jolts his head forward, which in turn pushes Az back.

Dutch Harris: ?What is this? A couple of mountain goats or something? C?mon! Wrestle already!?

Eryk Masters: ?Haha... goats.?

Az scoffs, laughing to himself, as this crowd watches on carefully. Greyson just asks for Az to come forward and try again, and carefully, Az does. But again, it is Greyson who pushes Az back with great strength. Greyson then raises his hands in the air as if he has the deciding victory in this match, and the crowd showers him with boos and hisses. Az, shrugging his shoulders, leaps forward, and pushes Greyson back and down to the mat with a staggering dropkick to the jaw. The crowd lights up in elation, much to Greyson?s chagrin.

Dutch Harris: ?Greyson MIGHT not want to continue using his power advantage when it comes to fighting Azraith. Azraith is MUCH to smart to fall for the ole brawn ploy...?

Eryk Masters: ?I agree... all it takes is one slip up, and the match could be over for ?The Heartless Bastard?. And at this point in his early SHOOT career, a slip-up, or defeat for that matter, is not the best cup of tea that should be served.

Greyson is up once again, seemingly angry over Az?s stunt that put him on the mat. They lock up, with Greyson putting Az into the headlock. Greyson wrenching it in now, looking to the crowd. Getting booed, Greyson looks on to the crowd, obviously unhappy over the response he?s receiving. Az shoving Greyson into the ropes now, keeping his balance from the tight headlock. Greyson bounces back now, sending Az down to the mat hard with a stiff shoulder block. Flexing to ?The Fallen One?, Greyson cracks his neck, showing Az that he is completely ready to go here tonight.

Dutch Harris: ?Again, Greyson with this power display here tonight.?

Eryk Masters: ?Yeah... Az ain?t no slouch in the power department either... two-hundred-sixty-pounds of unbridled might... it may be forty-pounds lighter than Greyson... but what?s that? A box of juice??

Az now on his feet again, as Greyson looks on, smirking at him. Both men go to tie-up, but Azraith immediately comes from behind, locking his hands around the waist of Blade. Blade now searching for a way out, by reaching underneath and to his left side. Az tries to lift him up for what appears to be a German suplex, but Greyson just elbows him in the jaw, sending him back a little. Az reeling, and now Greyson spots the opportunity. As Greyson lunges with a clothesline, Az ducks, and once again bolts in the waist lock. Az now grunts in a heaving motion, and Greyson is dropped on the back of his neck.

Eryk Masters: ?Beautiful German suplex...textbook.?

Dutch Harris: ?And now the big man?s feeling Az?s quickness.?

Az with the cover, but only manages to get barely a two-count. Rising top his feet, with a handful of Greyson?s hair, Az kicks Greyson in the mid-section. Placing his head in between his legs, Az sets him up for what looks like powerbomb. Az heaves, but Greyson is too strong to let it happen right now. Instead, Greyson lifts Az up for a back body drop, but instead, drives Az into the mat with a sick sounding snap spinebuster, which folds Azraith inside out. Greyson with the cover now, and the referee for this match is right on it.

One!

Two!

Azraith kicks out.

Dutch Harris: ?Greyson almost with the win there, and with the impact of that snap-spinebuster, it?s no wonder Azraith is alive at all, NEVERMIND kicking out!?

Eryk Masters: ?He might?ve hurt his neck though, look at Az, he seems to be hurt.?

All of a sudden, as Azraith holds the back of his neck, the referee checks to see if he is okay. Greyson instantaneously shoves the referee aside, without care for Azraith?s well-fare, and begins kicking him right in the small of the back, adding insult to injury.

Eryk masters: ?I don?t think Greyson cares if Az is hurt or not.?

Dutch Harris: ?Either that or... well... never mind, you?re probably right, there Dutchman.?

Greyson now with Az, as he rises him to his feet. Scooping Az in the air in a side-slam position, he just holds him there for a moment, letting his power soak in. Then, as the audience watches, Greyson slams Az back down on his knee, with a devastating pendulum backbreaker. Now holding his back as well as his neck, Az shakes in pain, as Greyson hooks the leg for the cover.

One!

Two!

Thr... no, Az gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time.

Dutch Harris: ?Greyson is really punishing Az all of a sudden, obviously enjoying every second of it.?

Eryk Masters: ?This match has been in the making for quite some time, Dutch... one?s got to wonder how far each of these men will go to inflict punishment on the other... I don?t think it?s truly about winning... then again, maybe it is.?

Dutch Harris: ?We shall see, Eryk. We shall see.?

Greyson once again lifts Azraith to his feet, only to slam his thick hand across the chest of Azraith.

?WOOO!!!?

As the crowd winces in pain, Az reels back, only to jolt forward like an arrow and headbutt Greyson in the mid-section. Greyson doubles over a little, and now Az, albeit hurting, seizes the opening. Lifting Greyson up on his shoulder in a powerslam position, Az begins running to the turnbuckles, with the three-hundred pound dragging his speed considerably. All of a sudden, he gains one final burst of speed, and gores the big man into the top turnbuckle, gaining a moderate pop from the San Francisco crowd. Holding on to Greyson, Az turns away from the turnbuckle, and pauses for a moment.

Dutch Harris: ?What?s he doing here??

Eryk masters: ?I?m not sure, but this is one display of power on Azraith?s part. This crowd is really eating it up.?

Still holding onto Greyson, he musters up enough strength as he possibly can, and drops down to the mat hard, head first, into a snapping Michinoku Driver. The crowd pops like mad, and Az is collapses right next to Greyson.

Eryk masters: ?Smirking Revenge!?

Dutch Harris: ?Too bad Az can?t capitalize and go for the cover... he may have had this thing won right there...?

Momentarily, the referee checks to see if both men are alright, then after no men show any signs of movement, he begins to administrate the ten count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Dutch Harris: ?Uh-oh... this one?s in danger of ending with a draw... not good for anyone who is elated to finally see this match go down...?

Four!

Five!

Six!

Eryk Masters: ?Azraith sits up! And now he?s rolling onto Greyson, extending an arm!?

Az does so, and the referee drops down right away, to organize a count.

One!

Two!

Thr... NO!!! Greyson kicks out!!!

?OOOOOOOH...?

The crowd, thinking this one was over right there, all show their disdain for Az not having this match won yet. Both men hold the backs of their necks, as each one of them have tried to expose the other?s weak spots during this encounter. Az rises to his feet though, as Greyson manage to get to one knee. Az measures up Greyson, as the crowd assembles behind him. Greyson finally reaches his feet, and Az is there with a dropkick that reels him back into the ropes. Bouncing back off of the ropes, Az uses Greyson?s own momentum, to roll him down to the mat with a small package. The referee is right on the money, as the crowd counts along with him.

One!

Two!

Three!

Dutch Harris: ?He got him!?

Eryk Masters: ?Azraith wins!?

The bell sounds, and these two men just lie in the ring, hurt from the results of this match. Meanwhile, Samantha Coil gets onto the microphone.

Samantha Coil: ?Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match... AZRAITH DEMITRI!

Greyson just sits up, nodding his head, accepting his own defeat here tonight. Then, as Az stares back at him with his arms raised high in the air, Greyson just starts smiling... laughing... almost as if he was expecting what just happened. Azraith just shakes his head, and exits the ring, celebrating his victory as he heads up the ramp.

Dutch Harris: ?Well, Azraith pulls out a sleek win here tonight against the powerhouse that is Greyson Blade. I got to hand it to Az... I didn?t think he had it in him to beat ?The Heartless Bastard?, and he did. Props for sure.

Eryk Masters: ?What was that little glance Az and Greyson shared, though? Greyson just started laughing as Az just raised his arms in victory... I don?t know, but it looked almost as if Greyson was expecting to lose tonight.?

Dutch Harris: ?Who knows, Eryk, but one thing?s for sure, and that?s Monday Night Shut Up and Fight has gone off without a hitch thus far, and there is STILL plenty more to come!

Eryk Masters: That?s right, Dutch. Tonight we also have an Iron Fist championship bout between X-Calibur and Jun Kenshin... a tag team championship match involving The ICONs and the defending champions, the Fast and the Furious.?

Dutch Harris: ?And who can forget our Main Event for tonight involving the world heavyweight champion Del Carver, the former world champion OutKast, the number one contender to the world championship Enigma, and of course, the man whom OutKast has openly admitted into wanting to kill, Erik Boyer.?

Eryk Masters: ?All of this, and much, much more, when we come back!?

The scene then fades to a commercial, as Greyson begins heading up the ramp.

The camera fades to Jason Johnson?s office. He is writing something on a piece of paper, talking on the phone, and watching his show on tv. Just then there is a knock on the door. Jason looks at the door.

Johnson: Come in!

Just then Chronic Trauma Chris Turner slams the door open and stands in front of Jason?s Desk.

Johnson: Yes?

CT: Welcome back to being in charge Fuck Face!

Johnson sighs and then talks into the phone.

Johnson: Ok.. Listen.. I have to let you go. Got a meeting. Alright bye.

He hangs up the phone and stairs at Turner.

Johnson: Is there something you want Turner?

CT: Fuck yeah there is! Why the fuck did you cancel my fucking title match with Maverick and give me that poor excuse of a match AS AN OPENER instead? What the hell kind of bullshit are you trying to pull?

Johnson continues to stare blankly at Turner.

Johnson: Is complaining all you ever do Turner? Maverick went on Vacation this week!

CT: Well you better fucking give me my match next week!

Johnson: Alright alright fine? Now if you don?t mind I have work to ?

CT: I?m not done! I want a special fucking match! I want you to take a safe? Put the belt in the safe, and then hang the key from the rafters, thus needing a ladder to get it! I don?t want ANYONE else able to get MY title, so I want it protected in that fucking safe! You got it?

Johnson: Fine! Anything else?

CT:DON?T Make it an opener!

Johnson: That all?

CT: Yes!

Johnson: Good! Get out!

CT: You got it you stupid fuck!

He begins to leave but then comes back in.

CT: And you better Book Vallant this week? He?s getting pissed!

He storms out of the room slamming the door VERY hard behind him. A couple of pictures fall to the ground. Johnson sighs and then goes back to his work.

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Eryk Masters: Gotta love Chris Turner.

Dutch Harris: Guy certainly gets things done. I wouldn?t recommend talking to our boss like that, however.

Eryk Masters: That?s life. If Jason?s only problems are a couple of disgruntled workers, then he?s doing pretty well for himself. And on that note, the two teams are standing in the ring, awaiting the bell to ring?

Suddenly the arena lights black out. All music is completely cut-off as the only noise filling the arena is the rumble of the stands, and the screams of the fans. Within a few moments, the lights instantly flash back on and we are disturbed by a new image in the ring! All four men are down in the ring, writhing in pain, as three men stand above them, looking down! The Elite have struck! Jonny Swan, Scott Free and Jonothan Woodgate are all looking down onto the four men, smiling to themselves! There is a mixed reaction from the crowd, but extremely loud nonetheless. Suddenly, they throw Chaotic Harmony from the ring, and Free tosses Hawkins against the ropes...Spear! Scott Free nailed the Rules of Engagement perfectly, as Woodgate searches under the apron


Dutch Harris: Whats going on here!?! What are they doing here??

Eryk Masters: This assault on these men is nothing short of an old-fashioned beat down! They do not stand a chance, after that match! This is sick...


Woodgate slides into the ring, and swings a steel chair back, cracking Dave Marz directly over the head with it! The snap echos throughout the arena, as Jonny Swan climbs the turnbuckle calling out to the people! They scream back at him, as he looks down to te fallen Marz...He signals for his finisher, and dives out! Twisting through the air, he hits a perfect Phoenix Flames! Marz rolls out of the ring, holding his chest, as Woodgate swings down again this time on Hawkins! He drops to the ground, as Free applies his version of the Ankle Lock! Hawkins is struggling furiously, as Swan and Woodgate just watch on

Eryk Masters: Somebody stop this! Get security down here, damn it!

Dutch Harris: Wait, hold on! Swan is calling for a mic!

A microphone is tossed to Swan as he walks over to Hawkins, still struggling against the hold! Swan rests one foot upon the head of Dave Hawkins and addresses the crowd

Swan: Who doubted us out there? When you heard the three of us had arrived in SHOOT Project, who said we wouldnt make it? We couldnt compete? None of you. Love us or hate us, you can not deny we are the Absolute Elite of professional wrestling! Look down on this as cowardice if you must, the fact still remains we cannot be defeated by anyone in this federation! I have heard Chaotic Harmony thinks otherwise, so I challenge you right now, son!

Jonny Swan gets close to Hawkins face, and continues, calm and confident

Swan: I challenge you next week, Chaotic Harmony, you make the match, anything you want...And we will defeat you and your boy! Think about it, Peace? Think about it, Riley...Ask yourself if you have the skill and charisma to compete with The Elite!! Don?t let Hawkins and Marz become just another set of VICTIMS!!!

With that, Marz jumps back into the ring but is met with yet ANOTHER chair shot by Jonothan Woodgate! He drops back out of the ring, as 'X' by Xzibit blasts onto the speakers, and both Woodgate and Swan pose on the turnbuckles! Free finally lets go of the Ankle Lock on Hawkins, as he rolls from the ring, clutching his ankle. Free poses on the turnbuckle with his fellow teammates as we fade out...

Eryk Masters: Okay, well? we here at the SHOOT Project? totally condone that kind of violence.

Dutch Harris: It?s just been signed? The Elite versus Chaotic Harmony? next week. That should be quite a match that will display two of the more up and coming tag teams. It should certainly be-

?Slow Burn? by David Bowie hits the PA system, cutting Harris off, and out walks Jonny Johnson, amongst a good amount of cheering, with a couple of boos interspersed. He walks down the aisle, as Samantha Coil steps into the spotlight?

Samantha Coil: Standing in at six feet, four inches tall? weighing in at two hundred, twenty eight pounds? the man known as the Defiler, JONNY JOHNSON!!!

Jonny climbs into the ring, and walks to his side. He climbs the turnbuckle, and poses for that side of the crowd. His music dies away, and he stands ready, awaiting the arrival of Mike Dexter.

?Aerial? by System of a Down occupies the PA system next, signaling the arrival of Mike Dexter. He?s met with a chorus of boos, but he seemingly enjoys the negativity, and even thrives on it.

Samantha Coil: His opponent? standing in at six feet, one inch? weighing in at two hundred, twenty one pounds? he is known as the Hunter? MIKE DEXTER!!!

Dexter climbs into the ring, and doesn?t pose for the crowd, yet the smug look that says ?You?re mine, Johnson? never leaves his face. Jonny?s visage, on the other hand, says ?Just another walk in the park?? apparently a sign of how seriously Jonny Johnson takes Mike Dexter.

Eryk Masters: All right, here we go. Jonny Johnson. Mike Dexter. Who do you think has this one, Dutch?

Dutch Harris: My bet?s with Dexter, all the way. I hate that Jonny Johnson dude. He thinks he?s so cool.

The bell rings, and Jonny and Dexter lock up, middle of the ring. The fans are excited for this bout. Jonny takes Dexter down with a quick arm drag, and keeps ahold of the arm, for extra pressure. Dexter quickly reverses this, and the two return to a vertical base. They lock up once more, and this time, it?s Dexter with the arm drag, taking Jonny down. Instead of holding the arm, Dexter opts to give Jonny a stiff elbow to his face, drawing a ?boo? from the crowd. Dexter looks up, smirking, as the ref gets in his face, admonishing Mike Dexter.

Dutch Harris: This would be the reasoning behind my pick for Mike Dexter. He?s just so mean. I like it.

Eryk Masters: Whoa. You just took my catchphrase. Johnson?s looking rather irritated with Dexter?s last move. You gotta wonder if that damaged his face.

Dutch Harris: I hope it did, that loser.

Jonny?s on his feet now, and Dexter tries for another collar and elbow. Jonny ducks under Dexter, goes behind, and lifts Dexter up, dropping him back down with a backdrop. Dexter writhes in pain, as Jonny continues the attack, laying the boots in. Finally, Dexter grabs a rope, and Scott Kamura makes Jonny back off, much to the digress of Jonny Johnson, and the fans alike. Dexter pulls himself to his feet, and Jonny?s back on him, this time with a big right hand to the face. Dexter?s rocked, and the fans are loud in response. Jonny hits him with a boot to the midsection, and then picks him up in a body slam. Looking at him, Jonny opens his palm, and just slaps Dexter right across the face, drawing a few boos, but still the cheers remain the majority.

Dutch Harris: What disrespect. Doesn?t this Johnson guy know who he?s messing with? That?s Mike Dexter out there, Defiler. You know better than to play a game like that.

Eryk Masters: Well, he IS the Defiler, you know?. That?s kinda what he?s supposed to do?

Dutch Harris: Shut up. I?ll have none of your logic.

Eryk Masters: You won?t have any logic, period.

Jonny?s posing for the crowd now, something that is much to the delight of the females in the audience. He turns around to see Dexter up on his feet, and rushing at him, taking him over the top rope with a clothesline. Both are dazed briefly on the floor as they get back to their feet. Dexter grabs Jonny?s hair, and rams his head into the barrier on the outside, eliciting a not-so-positive reaction from the San Francisco crowd. Dexter smirks, and does this once more, before letting Jonny slump to the floor. Dexter turns around like he?s about to walk off, but then he turns back around, and breaks into a run, and kicks Jonny in the ribs.

Eryk Masters: Okay, Dexter?s trying to play Jonny?s own game. And so far, it appears to be working, I have to give the man credit where it?s due, that?s for sure.

Dutch Harris: That?s right you will, you smarmy bitch. YOU GO GET HIM MIKE!!

Dexter laughs at Jonny Johnson, the Defiler. The Hunter picks Johnson up and rolls him back into the ring, but takes his time getting back into the ring himself. Dexter finally climbs into the ring, and Jonny Johnson is to one knee. Dexter walks over, looking down at Jonny, and this time, he slaps Jonny in the face. He picks Jonny up by the hair again, and whips him into the ropes. Jonny bounces off, only to find himself on the receiving end of a kitchen sink. Jonny goes down in a heap, and Dexter follows up, locking in a rear chinlock on Jonny Johnson, wearing his neck down. The fans are now chanting ?Defiler? and Jonny?s doing his best to crawl to the ropes, and break this hold.

Eryk Masters: Well folks, I for one did not see Dexter having Jonny in such a bad way as this?

Dutch Harris: I did. Dexter rules. Jonny doesn?t rule. Dexter kicks ass. Jonny doesn?t. It?s that simple. Why this is a surprise to you-

Eryk Masters: Dexter?s got some smirk on his face?

Instead of letting Jonny get to the rope, Dexter just slams Jonny?s face into the mat, and gets off of him. Circling, he picks Jonny up again, and wraps him with a bearhug, which quickly becomes an overhead belly to belly suplex. Jonny lands with a thud, and the fans are taken aback, as Jonny?s body appears to be limp. Dexter?s circling Jonny again, and goes to pick him up once more, but this time, he?s met with a low-blow, courtesy of the Defiler. This sudden change of momentum is met with the loud screams of the fans in the crowd, as they wholeheartedly approve.

Eryk Masters: HA. Who rules now, Harris?!

Dutch Harris: That was CHEAP, and YOU KNOW IT. STOP ACTING LIKE THIS IS SOME BIG MOMENTUM CHANGE.

Dexter?s doubled over, and the Defiler is back to his feet. Jonny backs to the ropes, and bounces off, nailing Mike Dexter with a swinging neckbreaker. Jonny follows that up quickly, with an elbow drop right across the chest of Mike Dexter, and just for good measure, he hits another. At this point, the crowd is going crazy. Jonny grabs Dexter by the hair, and brings him to his feet, shoving him back to the ropes, and he executes an irish whip. As Dexter bounces off, Jonny hits him with a flying elbow. Dexter goes down, and Johnson pops back up. Dexter tries to get to his feet, but viciously, Jonny kicks Dexter in the ribs, a payback from earlier in the match.

Dutch Harris: Dexter, please don?t make me eat my words? please?

Eryk Masters: Jonny?s on the way back, methinks. I think he?s going to regain some control.

Dexter?s down on the ground, breathing heavily. Jonny moves over to him, and gets in his face, taunting him. He picks the weary Dexter up and sends him into the opposite turnbuckle. He follows in with a lariat, for safe measures. From here, he begins to knife edge Dexter?s chest, getting that ?WOOO!? from the crowd that that move always gets. Dexter?s chest is beet red at this point. Jonny lifts him up onto the turnbuckle, and follows him up. He wraps him in a front facelock, usually the sign of a superplex, however, Dexter punches Jonny in the side, forcing him to break the hold. Jonny?s dazed, as Dexter shoves him off the turnbuckle, and onto the mat. Dexter stands on the top rope, and attempts a splash. Jonny, still not wanting to say die, puts his knees up as Dexter comes crashing down.

Dutch Harris: CRAP! STOP THAT!

Jonny rolls over for a cover?

1!!!

2!!!

KICKOUT!

Dutch Harris: Okay, good? Dexter?s not done yet? Thank goodness. Jonny, you suck. Why don?t you just LOSE already?

Eryk Masters: My broadcast colleague has what I like to call? blatant fanboyism. It?s really quite sad, when you think about it.

Dexter kicks out at the last second, and both men are down and winded. Jonny is to his feet first, with Dexter not far behind. Dexter is up, and he throws a few right hands in Jonny?s direction. Jonny takes the blows, and is dazed. Dexter whips him into the ropes, but Jonny reverses, whipping Dexter. Dexter bounces back, and Jonny gives him a back body drop. Dexter hits hard, and clutches his back after the impact. Jonny heads to the top rope, and signals for what he calls the Encore. Jonny flies, and connects with the leg drop from off the top, but can?t make the cover.

Dutch Harris: HA! That?s what you get! Waste all your energy on a stupid Leg Drop, and you can?t even make a cover. LOSER!

Eryk Masters: Screw you, Harris. You know if he?d made that cover, he would have won the match. And Jonny winning this contest? Oh yeah? I LIKE IT!

Dutch Harris: You can?t prove ANYTHING. Dexter would have kicked out.

Scott Kamura begins the mandatory ten count, the warning that the fight will be deemed a no-contest. After a five count, both men begin to stir, Jonny a little more alert than Dexter. Jonny goes over to Dexter, boots him in the midsection, and hits him with a stiff DDT. After that, Jonny lifts Dexter to his feet again, and whips him into the ropes. This time, it?s Dexter with the reversal out of desperation, as he nails Jonny with a MEAN looking clothesline. Jonny?s head rocks back, and Mike Dexter collapses to one knee. Dexter makes a weak cover.

1!!!

2!!!

KICKOUT!!

Dutch Harris: Dexter needs to wake up in there. Those weak covers certainly won?t win him any matches, much less any new friends.

Eryk Masters: Whoa, I think you were just negative towards the object of your creepy fanboyism. What?s with that?

Dutch Harris: Shut up. Logic Eryk. I?ll have none of it.

Eryk Masters: With the logic again?

Jonny gets his foot on the rope, and Scott Kamura calls for a two count. This irritates Mike Dexter a bit, as he figured he had Jonny out with that clothesline. Jonny?s in the ropes now, and Dexter?s arguing with the referee. Dexter turns around and grabs Jonny. He lifts him up, attempting the Dexellent Driver, but Jonny reverses, going over Dexter?s back. Jonny locks in the chickenwing, and the Demoralization Process has begun.

Dutch Harris: NO!!!

Eryk Masters: THE DEMORALIZATION PROCESS!!!!!!

Dexter?s fading, and Jonny, with barely the energy to execute the rest of the maneuver, hits the final part of the Demoralization Process. The crowd goes NUTS, as Jonny appears to breathe a sigh of relief, and makes the cover. Dexter?s out cold, as Scott Kamura goes down for the count.

1!!!

2!!!

3!!!

Eryk Masters: And THIS ONE IS OVER!!! Jonny Johnson is your winner!!!

Scott Kamura raises the downed Jonny Johnson?s hand, and Samantha Coil does her thing?

Samantha Coil: Your winner? ?The Defiler? Jonny Johnson!

Eryk Masters: THAT was quite a match!

?Slow Burn? plays, as Jonny Johnson leaves the ringside to exit to the back. He?s getting a good reaction from the fans, as he vanishes behind the curtain.

Eryk Masters: We?re moving right along here, with what has been an action packed night of SHOOT Project wrestling! Up next, you?re going to see quite a display. X-Calibur versus Jun Kenshin, for the Iron Fist Championship.

Dutch Harris: That?s right, and with that, here comes the Perfector himself? Jun Kenshin.

?All My Life? by The Foo Fighters starts to play, as the fans rush to their feet in anticipation, and look up the aisle. Jun Kenshin steps into the spotlight, and sprints down the aisle, ignoring the fans. Kenshin gracefully leaps to the apron, and then vaults over the top rope into the ring. Ignoring the loud boos and jeers from the fans, the man known as The Perfector heads to the far corner and limbers up.

The sound of The Foo Fighters fades, and after a moment, ?Did My Time? by koRn starts to play. The fans erupt into ear splitting cheers, as X-Calibur emerges into the spotlight, wearing the Shoot Project Iron Fist Championship securely around his waist.

X-Calibur slaps hands with the many fans who are reaching out to him, and then slowly makes his way into the ring. As the Iron Fist Champion's music fades out, he removes his title belt, folds it up, and hands it to the referee, who holds it high above his head to signify a title match. The bell rings three times to get the fans' attention, as Samantha steps into the spotlight in the center of the ring.

Samantha: ?Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for a 45 minute time limit, and is for the SHOOT PROJECT IRON FIST CHAMPIONSHIP!?

The fans cheer loudly in anticipation, as Samantha gestures towards Jun Kenshin.

Samantha: ?Introducing first, the CHALLENGER! Hailing from Tokyo, Japan he stands 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighed in at 235 pounds, this is ?The Perfector,? JUN KENSHIN!?

Kenshin stares directly at X-Calibur, and cracks his knuckles, as the fans boo loudly. Kenshin's face is expressionless. Samantha points towards X-Calibur.

Samantha: ?His opponent is the reigning and defending Shoot Project IRON FIST Champion! Hailing from Philadelphia, he stands 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighs 242 pounds, this is X-CALIBUR!?

The fans erupt in cheers, and a loud chant of ?X! X! X!? breaks out as X-Calibur raises both arms over his head and smiles. Samantha exits the ring, and the arena lights go down.

The bell rings, and the two competitors face off. X-Calibur swings a huge roundhouse at Kenshin, who ducks, and performs a swinging leg sweep. This knocks X-Calibur off his feet, and he lands on the mat, flat on his back. Kenshin leaps into the air, and comes sailing down towards X-Calibur with a flying elbow smash, but X-Cailbur rolls out of the way. Kenshin hits the mat, crashing down on his elbow, and X-Calibur grabs The Perfector's legs, and catapults him back up. Kenshin is shot upwards, and then hits the mat face first, and lays still.

The referee stands over Kenshin and starts to issue a standing ten count.

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Kenshin slowly gets to his feet, and bends over, as if he is hurt. X-Calibur starts to advance on him, but Kenshin reaches up suddenly, as he was playing possum, and grabs X-Calibur by the arm, flinging him through the air in a deep arm drag.

Eryk Masters: ?What a quick start here! The bell barely rings, and X-Calibur knocks Kenshin to the mat with a slingshot, but then The Perfector gets a deep arm drag!?

Dutch Harris: ?Shades of Ricky Steamboat there by Kenshin. Nice comeback.?

X-Calibur flies through the air in a perfect arc, and lands on the mat. Kenshin keeps the X-Man's arm hooked after the arm drag, and locks in a sitting arm bar. X-Calibur attempts to get up, but is held in a laying position by Kenshin, who has him secured almost at the top of his shoulder. X-Calibur rolls to the left, and rolls to the right, but he is unable to break the armbar. Finally, X-Calibur rolls back into a ball, and then KIPS UP, breaking the arm hold by Kenshin.

X-Calibur spins around, and as Kenshin starts to get up, X-Calibur reaches out, grabs him by the wrist, and then yanks him upwards into a powerful shortarm clothesline. Kenshin folds up in mid-air, and then hits the mat. X-Calibur hits a brutal stomp to the forehead of The Perfector, and then back off, and motions for the referee to administer a count.

The referee raises his hands, and starts to count...

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Kenshin starts to get up, and X-Calibur grabs him by the back of the head, and RAMS his knee into Kenshin's face with a brutal kneelift. Kenshin snaps backwards, and hits the mat holding his face with both hands. X-Calibur wastes no time, and reaches down, cinches Kenshin up, and hoists him into the air is suplex position.

Eryk Masters: ?Sharp kneelift and now the champion has Kenshin up for a high vertical suplex...?

Dutch Harris: ?Looks like X-Calibur is holding him there for a minute. That is really smart, because the blood will rush straight to his head, and that will make it even harder for him to get up afterwards.?

For a moment, X-Calibur holds Kenshin in the air, upside down in position for a suplex, as the fans cheer and flashbulbs pop. Suddenly, instead of dropping Kenshin down onto his back, X-Calibur drops down, and rams him cranium first into the mat with a brainbuster.

The fans gasp in shock as Kenshin's body folds up, and then goes limp on the mat. The referee stands over Kenshin and starts to issue a standing ten count.

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At the eight and a half count, Kenshin slowly gets to his feet, holding the back of his head and neck tenderly. X-Calibur cusses, and charges at Kenshin. Amazingly, Kenshin leapfrogs over the charging X-Calibur, who rebounds, comes off the ropes, and is met with a high flying spinning leg kick to the face by Kenshin!

Eryk Masters: ?Just when you think X-Calibur is cruising to a victory, Kenshin comes back with that martial arts type kick!?

Dutch Harris: ?Nicely done by Kenshin, but now he needs to capitalize on it.?

X-Calibur goes down, and Kenshin goes to work. The Perfector grabs X-Calibur's right leg, and drops an elbow smash across his knee. Kenshin gets up, grabs X-Calibur's leg, and repeats the move. Kenshin grabs X-Calibur's leg again, and looks as if he is going to try and drop another elbow on X-Calibur's leg, but X-Calibur rears back with his left leg, and boots Kenshin right in the face.

Kenshin falls back, and places both hands over his face. X-Calibur lies a few feet away from him, and is now holding his right knee with an expression of pain on his face. The referee looks at both men, and then starts to administer the standing 10 count to both.

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Right after the referee makes the count of seven, both men start to stir, and get to their feet. Kenshin is still rubbing his jaw, and X-Calibur looks to be favoring his right leg. The two men lock up. X-Calibur shoves Kenshin off, and then slaps on a tight headlock, and grinds it in.

Eryk Masters: ?I thought we might have a double count out there for a moment, but the champion is back in control now.?

Dutch Harris: ?X-Calibur is smart. Kenshin did some damage to his knee, so he slows the match down with this headlock, giving himself some time to recover.?

Kenshin throws some weak looking rabbit punches to the sides of X-Calibur, trying to get him to break the headlock, but they are ineffective, and the Iron Fist Champion keeps the crushing hold slapped on.

Kenshin changes his strategy, and plants his feet solidly on the mat, and then tries shoving X-Calibur into the ropes. The X-Man does not budge, and determinedly keeps the side headlock locked on. The fans clap and stomp impatiently as X-Calibur keeps Kenshin locked up in the vice like hold.

Kenshin plants his feet spread apart again, and steadies himself, and then with a big effort, lifts X-Calibur off the mat, while X-Calibur keeps the side headlock on! Kenshin falls backwards, sending X-Calibur onto the back of his head in a nicely executed back suplex! As soon both men hit the mat, X-Calibur releases the headlock because of the impact from back suplex. Kenshin gets to his feet, and yells at the referee to start the count. The referee compliantly starts to administer the standing 10 count...

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At the count of six, X-Cailbur starts to get up, and Kenshin scoots behind him, and slaps on a rear waistlock, and then fires the Iron Fist Champion back in another back suplex. Kenshin keeps the waistlock locked on, and looks to be setting up for some rolling German suplexes.

Eryk Masters: ?What a great escape from the headlock for Kenshin!?

Dutch Harris: ?Looks like he's going to try to follow up with the Rolling Germans now.?

X-Calibur starts to struggle and fight the rear waistlock, and fires an elbow back which stings Kenshin right upside the head. Kenshin begins to loosen the rear waistlock again, and again X-Calibur fires back another elbow, which catches The Perfector in the temple.

Kenshin releases the waistlock and stumbles backwards a little, and X-Calibur takes advantage, spins around, and flattens Kenshin with a lariat. The crowd cheers at the quick impact of the clothesline from X-Calibur. X-Calibur grabs Kenshin by the back of the head and starts to pull his to his feet.

Kenshin fires a quick uppercut to the midsection of X-Calibur, catching him off guard and knocking the wind out of him. Kenshin jumps back, and executes a lightening quick flying spin kick, which catches X-Calibur squarely on the jaw, and knocks him backwards.

Kenshin grabs the Iron Fist Champion by the back of the head, and runs with him, throwing him over the top rope. As flashbulbs go off and the crowd cheers loudly, X-Calibur sails over the top rope and lands on the floor on the outside.

Eryk Masters: ?Here we go! Things are really starting to heat up now!?

Dutch Harris: ?I get the feeling this match is about to get a little rough.?

Kenshin nimbly vaults himself over the top rope, and lands on top of the prone champion with a legdrop, all the way from inside the ring to the outside! The fans gasp at the athleticism shown by the challenger.

Kenshin gets up slowly, since the flight over the top rope and impact onto the concrete took a toll on him as well. Kenshin pulls X-Calibur to his feet by the back of the head, and stands him up. Kenshin grabs X-Calibur by the wrist, and whips him towards the steel ring post.

X-Calibur reverses! X-Calibur plants his feet, and reverses the whip, sending Kenshin crashing into the steel ringpost head first! The fans gasp at the sick sound of Kenshin's skull smacking off the steel, and the challenger stumbles backwards, holding his head, stunned.

As the referee stands in the ring ordering the two fighters back into the ring, X-Calibur grabs Kenshin by the back of the head, and runs with him along the outside. At the last minute, X-Calibur slips behind Kenshin, and shoves him head first into a second ringpost head first! Kenshin bounces back from the impact, and before he can even gather his scrambled wits, X-Calibur is on him again, one hand holding Kenshin by the back of the neck, one hand on his back, shoving him forward.

X-Calibur runs full speed, pushing Kenshin in front of him, and again he propels the challenger head first, into the third ring post! Kenshin falls backwards, and lands flat on his back! Kenshin's forehead has now been busted open, and there is a steady stream of blood running from his hairline, down his face.

The referee is stomping up and down inside the ring, reaching over the ropes, yelling orders at X-Calibur to get the match back into the ring. X-Calibur nods, and pulls Kenshin to his feet. For a moment, it looks as if X-Calibur is about to roll Kenshin back into the ring, but then he suddenly stops short, grabs Kenshin by the wrist, and quickly Irish whips him into the fourth ringpost!

CRACK!

Kenshin's skull collides with the steel ringpost at full speed, and he falls flat onto his back, out like a light. The fans are on their feet, as the Iron Fist Champion has now rammed his challenger's skull into all four steel ringposts!

Eryk Masters: ?OH MY LORD! I don't think I've ever seen that before. X-Calibur just rammed Kenshin's head into not one, not two, not even three, but all four ringposts!?

Dutch Harris: ?That was unreal! Kenshin was like a pinball out there, slamming around. He's busted open, he's dazed, and he has nobody to blame but himself! He's the one who took the match out there!?

X-Calibur pulls Kenshin to his feet, and quickly smacks his head off the steel steps for good measure. X-Calibur finally rolls Kenshin into the ring, and follows.

Kenshin lays on the mat lifeless and bloody. X-Calibur stands over The Pefector, and pulls him to his feet. X-Calibur X-TERMINATION!!!

The fans are deafening as X-Calibur raises his arms over his head, and backs off, allowing the referee to make the standing ten count.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

TEN!

Eryk Masters: ?He got him! X-Calibur got him!?

Dutch Harris: ?Kenshin got in some half decent shots, but in the end X-Calibur was too much for him. Big win for the Iron Fist Champion!?

Jun Kenshin remains motionless, and the referee grabs X-Calibur by the wrist, and hoists his arm into the air in victory, as his theme song starts to play, and the fans give him a rousing ovation.

Samantha: ?Ladies and Gentlemen, at a time of 16 minutes and 23 seconds, here is your WINNER, and STILL the Shoot Project IRON FIST CHAMPION: X-CALIBUR!?

X-Calibur accepts the belt from the referee and raises it over his head to the adulation of the capacity crowd. X-Calibur walks to the corner, climbs the turnbuckles, and holds the belt high.

The referee drops to one knee to check on Kenshin, who is slowly starting to stir. X-Calibur looks as if he is going to roll under the bottom rope and leave... but after gazing at the referee, who is checking on Kenshin, he decides otherwise.

Eryk Masters: ?Well, X-Calibur certainly has a huge win under his belt here tonight, and I certainly don?t remember anybody else on this roster EVER getting such a decisive victory over Kenshin all of the time I have been a part of SHOOT.?

Dutch Harris: ?Simply put, X-Calibur was the man tonight... and judging from the way he talks, and the way he walks, I don?t think he?ll be letting go of that championship all too soon...hold on a sec, what is X-Calibur up to??

As Dutch says this, X walks up to the referee, and shoves him away from Kenshin. He reels into the ropes, and uses them to stay on his feet. Looking at X, he asks him what he is doing. Then, after raising a fist, the referee decides to back off, and exit the ring before he gets hi block knocked off.

Eryk Masters: ?Now... I?m not sure this is called for. What else could X possibly want from Kenshin? He earned a very tight victory here tonight... he has his belt... what more could he want?

Dutch Harris: ?You know, now that I think of it... rumor has it that X was none too happy over the fact that Kenshin put in zero effort towards his promo work... along with many other people who did the same. Maybe this could be the result of that frustration... and in a way... who can blame him?

Eryk Masters: ?Good point, Dutch.?

As X-Calibur stands in the middle of the ring, victorious, holding the Iron Fist championship he?s gracefully defended here tonight... he motions over to Samantha Coil, and she begins to step up into the ring. Handing X the mic, she walks back out of the ring, as some of male attendees in the crowd whistle for her.

X-Calibur: Cut my music...

The music doesn?t stop, and after about eight seconds, X says it again.

X-Calibur: CUT...MY...MUSIC.

Dutch Harris: ?Uh-oh...?

Eryk Masters: ?That tone doesn?t sound all too friendly...?

Korn?s slammin? chords cease immediately, as X stands in the middle of the ring, breathing heavily, obviously pumped from his BEYOND DECISIVE victory against Jun Kenshin here tonight. Suddenly, as the boisterous crowd starts calm down some, anxiously awaiting whatever X has to say.

X-Calibur: I asked you to try, motherfucker. I asked you to TRY, and you didn?t even have the common decency to give me that. Quite frankly... YOU DISGUST ME...

The crowd pops, as X-Calibur looks down at the fallen Tokyo born warrior.

X-Calibur: ...you don?t deserve to ever fight me again, you worthless son of a bitch. You don?t deserve to fight me... you don?t deserve to be in the same ring as me... and you don?t even deserve to hold my fucking jock. *Pop* You?re cannon fodder... CANNON FODDER... you give guys like Ryan Hayles and Beorn a bad fucking name, douchebag.

X looks down at Kenshin, who seems to be rising to his feet.

X-Calibur: You hear me, motherfucker? Can you hear a WORD that I am saying, or are your brains too scrambled from the ass whipping I just gave to you? Either or... get the fuck up motherfucker, we ain?t done yet. Oh are we SO not fucking done, motherfucker...

The crowd absolutely ROARS, as X says this.

Eryk Masters: ?Oh boy... THIS ONE AIN?T OVER!?

Dutch Harris: ?Oh man... don?t do something you?re going to live to regret X...?

As soon as X says this, he grabs Kenshin by the hair, and drops the microphone. This crowd turns into a popping frenzy, as X-Calibur drops his belt as well. The gold emblem lays belly up, as it shimmers from some of the arena lighting and camera flashes. Then, as he pulls up on Kenshin, he turns him around, and kicks him in the gut. Then, wrapping his arm and shoulder around Kenshin?s neck, he drops down with bullet like quickness, nailing an X-Terminator across the belt. The crack can be heard as clear as a bell, as this arena rises to their feet roaring for the intensity that is our Iron Fist champion. Meanwhile, Kenshin appears to be knocked out as he just lays there, motionless, with his face buried on X-Calibur?s gold plate of his Iron Fist championship.

Eryk Masters: ?OH MY GOD!!! WHAT IMPACT!!!?

?X-Cal, X-Cal, X-Cal?

Dutch Harris: ?Listen to this crowd! That was SICKENING to watch... and this crowd is absolutely LOVING IT!?

This entire arena engulfs in a ?X-Cal? chant, as X-Calibur rises to his feet pacing back and forth, his face entrenched with anger. Then, in a moment?s instance, X reaches down and picks up the microphone.

X-Calibur: SHIT... that was fucking fun...

Looking down at Kenshin?s face bleeding all over his belt, he sighs.

X-Calibur: GET YOUR BLOODY FACE OFF MY FUCKING BELT YOU NO TALENT SON OF A BITCH!

Immediately, X reaches down, and yanks the belt from underneath Kenshin?s face by the leather strap. Kenshin?s face just hits the mat, as X holds the championship up high, with Kenshin?s blood smeared all over the Iron Fist emblem.

Then, standing there, wearing the crimson covered belt like a warrior?s badge of honor, X-Calibur starts to smile.

X-Calibur: You know what? I need to get something off my chest here tonight... and to do so, I?m going to need two of the best friends honor can buy to come down here, and stand with me in the ring. So, without any further ado... OutKast, come on down brother... come on fucking down.

Dutch Harris: ?What could this be, I wonder??

Eryk Masters: ?I?m not sure, Dutch, but I can be sure that he?s talking about OutKast... and... The Real Deal??

Dutch Harris: ?No way... I heard Josh was still injured and down from his match with Enigma several weeks ago. It CAN?T be Josh.?

As X says this, the crowd lights up, looking towards the entrance ramp, waiting for OutKast to come through. Then, all of a sudden, ?BETTER. THAN. YOU.? appears on the Monday Night big screen, and the instrumental song ?Signal To Noise? begins to flare up, deafening this San Francisco crowd.

?Out-Kast! Out-Kast! Out-Kast!?

Dutch Harris: ?And here comes the former world heavyweight champion!?

Within seconds, OutKast can be seen walking out from behind the curtains, making his way down to the ring, not taking his attention off of X-Calibur for one second. Walking up the steel steps, and going between the middle and top rope, OutKast acknowledges the crowd with a arm high in the air, and a head nodding up and down, beating his chest with his other arm. Then, after the crowd marks like maniacs, the song dies down, and OutKast stops and stands in the middle of the ring.

Pacing back and forth, looking down at the mat, and taking a long hard look at an unconscious Kenshin who is NOT starting to come to whatsoever, OutKast scratches his chin, wondering what X has to say.

X-Calibur: And that?s not all folks... ladies and gentlemen...

The audience sits in anticipation, as X points to the Monday Night Big Screen.

X-Calibur: ... THE REAL DEAL!!!

Dutch Harris: ?THE REAL DEAL!!!?

Eryk Masters: ?THE REAL DEAL!!!?

The crowd immediately roars, as ?1Stp Klsr? by Linkin Park, Jonathan Davis, and the Dust Brothers begins blasting through out the PA system. The Real Deal, former two-time SHOOT champion, and SHOOT hall of fame inductee, appears from the back with crutches, and a bad ass smile. He quickly acknowledges the crowd with some waves and a swarm of nodding. Then, he hops his way down to the ring, quickly becoming a real pro with the crutches. Subsequently, as soon as he makes his way just beside the ring, he slides the crutches into the ring, then rolling in right after them. Kast makes his way to Real Deal, and then helps him to his feet, as well as handing him his crutches.

?REAL DEAL! REAL DEAL! REAL DEAL!?

With Real Deal on his feet once again, and Kast making his way towards X.... all three men just look at Kenshin, and then each other, and then at this San Francisco house.

Dutch Harris: ?I gotta tell you, it?s GOOD to see Real Deal back...?

Eryk Masters: ?Yeah, even if he isn?t back one-hundred percent, at least he?s back in some way shape or form.?

Moments transpire, and this crowd eventually simmers down some, allowing X-Calibur to finally get on with what he wants to say.

X-Calibur: You know... I want to set the record straight with something. This, right here? This is not a stable... this is not a GROUP. This is a bond. A bond between men... between friends... between brothers. We are the walls of this federation. The walls that keep everyone in bounds, and when someone tries to step out, we will always be there for them to slam their faces into. We are IT. The MEN of this place that MAKE the fucking ratings... federation fuel... enthusiasm... WHATEVER... fucking GROW. We are the guys, like us or not, who do what we say we?re going to do, when we want to do it. We don?t do what anyone says, because our abilities, and our mind bending influence, tell people otherwise. Simply put, we?re the fucking GODS that every other misanthropist motherfucker fucking WORSHIPS.

Realizing what he is about to say may have some controversy attached to its wing, he cocks his head. Then looking on out, at the sign that says ?Instant Heat> Cynicism?, X nods, and decides to continue on anyway.

X-Calibur: The Real Deal- a former two-time world heavyweight champion, who has been here longer, and consistently than MOST. A legendary hall of famer, who through out his career, has defeated one uphill battle after another. Being the brother of the greatest mind in this game since Vincent K. McMahon... the blood of greatness just runs in his veins. This is THE REAL DEAL, and there is no denying this.

The crowd, albeit stunned with the amount of intensity flowing from X?s mouth, marks in appreciation.

X-Calibur: OutKast- the man who has the longest reigning SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Championship title reign in federation history. The man that solidified his status up on the pedestal of prominence and self worth by beating EVERYONE who was thrown, and everyone that volunteered to get into his face. This man, at every corner, beat the competition, and no man can deny this. NO man can deny the ability that this man possesses, and for eight long months, this man PROVED just that. This is OUTKAST, and there is no denying it.

Again, the crowd roars, as X continues on.

X-Calibur: And me? I came here with the sole purpose of proving to myself that I can fucking go here just as hard as ANYWHERE else I've ever been. People have looked down on me, they've spat on me, they've dogged me, but the fact of the matter is this. I have taken this place by fucking STORM! I NEVER needed a big entrance back. I NEVER needed a hype video. I NEVER needed piped in chants of my fucking name. I...

Beats hand on chest.

X-Calibur: ...am X-CALIBUR...and there's absolutely NO FUCKING DENYING THAT.

The crowd has tipped the marking scales, as the decibel level in The Cow Palace has reached an all time high.

X-Calibur: We ARE the motherfuckers who make shit happen around here. The Beautiful People? Dead. Raymond Entertainment? Dead. Anarchy One? Who the fuck cares anymore. Every single stable/faction/what-have-you that has come to the lime light ever since I have been here, has been out lasted, out bested, and out CLASSED in every fucking way imaginable. Every other FUCKING idea that has ever been brought out from the dust closet, has represented a mere illusion... an illusion of the success in which WE fucking establish. And for the people who believe we?re just blowing smoke out of our asses... do one thing, and one thing alone...

X looks around the arena, looking at the packed house, nodding his head, soaking in the reception he and his brothers are getting like a wet sponge.

X-Calibur: PROVE...US...WRONG.

As the camera scans the noisy crowd in the San Francisco Cow Palace, Mozart's ?Requiem? begins to play. The fans immediately begin to boo loudly, as they look to the head of the runway.

Samantha: ?Ladies and Gentlemen, this next contest is a LADDER MATCH, and is for the SHOOT PROJECT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!?

The camera scans up above the ring, where the two Tag Team Championship Belts hang from a hook. Below them, are two ten feet ladders.

Samantha: ?Now making their way to the ring are the CHALLENGERS! At a combined weight of 517 pounds, here are Rocky Stellar and Derian Jayde: THE ICONS!?

Stellar and Jayde start to walk to the ring, a look of smug confidence on both of their faces. The Icons ignore the jeers of the crowd as they climb into the ring, as their operatic music slowly fades.

The Rock Remix of ?It's All About the Benjamins? by P. Diddy and The Family starts to play, and the fans leap to their feet. The spotlight heads back to the aisle, and Ben Jackman and Benjamin Biggs emerge to a huge ovation. Ben Jackman slowly walks down the middle of the runway, his face expressionless, and Benjamin Biggs takes the time to exchange hi-fives with as many of the fans as he can as he makes his way to the ring.

Samantha: ?And now, their opponents! At a combined weight of 458 pounds, here are Ben Jackman and Benjamin Biggs, your Shoot Project Tag Team Champions: THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS!?

Jackman and Biggs storm into the ring, and charge at the Icons. Ben Jackman starts to pound away at the face of Rocky Stellar, and Benjamin Biggs flies through the air and flattens Derian Jayde with a flying spin kick. The fans are on their feet, as Benjamin Biggs now scrambles up one of the ladders, but rather than reaching for the belts, vaults himself off, and spirals through the air in a 450 Splash, heading right towards Derian Jayde! At the last minute, Jayde moves, and Biggs crashes to the mat.

Eryk Masters: ?WHOA! Here we go!?

Dutch Harris: ?These two teams not wasting any time mixing it up! A lot of unfinished business here from the Pay Per View, and bad blood from all the trash talking this week!?

Eryk Masters: ?Ben Jackman firing that patented trip hammer left hand of his, and Biggs going for the high flying moves?but he MISSES!?

Dutch Harris: ?You?re not going to be able to sneak anything past Derian Jayde. He wrote the book on sneaky!?

Ben Jackman now has Rocky Stellar backed into the corner and he continues to mercilessly pound away at him with a closed left fist, right to the forehead. Rocky Stellar has slumped down in the corner, with his hands over his head, trying to protect himself.

Derian Jayde stands up, and looks at the incapacitated Benjamin Biggs, who is still laying on the mat after his missed high risk manoeuvre. Jade then sees that Jackman is hammering Stellar, and grabs one of the ladders and folds it up. Jade holds the folded up ladder over his head, and then throws it at Jackman. The ladder hits Ben Jackman right in the square of the back, and Jackman collapses, clutching his back with both hands, as the fans chant ?Holy Shit.?

Both Jackman and Stellar are now collapsed near the corner with one of the ladders on top of them, so Jayde heads for the other ladder and starts to climb. Benjamin Biggs looks up and sees that Jayde is starting to ascend the ladder, so he quickly pulls himself to his feet. It is obvious that Biggs is still a little shaken up from missing the 450 Splash from the top of the ladder, but he still scrambles out to the apron, and climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Eryk Masters: ?Oh man?what the HELL is Biggs doing now? This kid is insane!?

Dutch Harris: ?This match is barely five minutes in and it already looks like a train wreck.?

Jayde is about halfway up the ladder when he looks across and sees Benjamin Biggs standing on the top turnbuckle, smiling. Biggs flies half way across the ring, and springboard dropkicks the ladder with Jayde! Jayde screams, as the ladder topples backwards and he and Biggs both crash to the mat.

Meanwhile in the other corner, Ben Jackman gets to his feet, and angrily throws the ladder aside. Jackman helps Biggs to his feet, and then the two men hook up the stunned Derian Jayde, and hoist him high into the air. As the fans cheer, The Fast And The Furious hold Jayde above them in a double suplex, and then release him. Jayde comes crashing to the mat.

Jackman and Biggs turn around, only to find Rocky Stellar facing them, holding a ladder, folded up horizontally across his chest. Stellar charges, and double clotheslines both men with the ladder! Jackman and Biggs hit the mat and land next to Derian Jayde.

Eryk Masters: ?What an outstanding move by Rocky Stellar!?

Dutch Harris: ?He just used that ladder as the ultimate weapon, clotheslining two guys with it.?

Rocky Stellar sets up the ladder he just used as a weapon, and starts to climb up, towards the title belts. Ben Jackman lifts his head, and while he is still lying flat on his back, kicks the ladder. The ladder wobbles. Rocky looks down, and starts to shake his head comically. Jackman kicks again, harder this time, and the ladder topples over.

Rocky Stellar flies through the air, as the ladder falls over, and bounces off the ropes. Stellar sails right over the top rope, and crashes to the floor on the outside of the ring. The fans are in shock, and once again start to chant ?Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!?

Ben Jackman stands up, and grabs the other ladder, setting it up. Jackman starts to climb the ladder slowly and deliberately. Derian Jayde climbs to his feet, and delivers a brutal stomp to the midsection of Benjamin Biggs, ensuring that he will stay down. Jayde walks up behind Jackman, and fires his forearm, catching Jackman with a low blow. The crowd groans in sympathy for Jackman, who folds up and falls from the ladder, hitting the canvas with a thud.

Eryk Masters: ?Well, no matter how tough you are, that move will stop you.?

Dutch Harris: ?Derian Jayde will use every dirty trick in the book to beat you. Hell, when it comes to dirty tricks, the Icons WROTE the book!?

Eryk Masters: ?They remind me of The MadMen in that way!?

Dutch Harris: ?What a compliment to them!?

Jayde pulls Ben Jackman to his feet, and viciously rakes his eyes. Jackman's hands defensively go to his face, and Jayde buries a knee to Jackman's midsection, doubling him over again. Derian Jayde follows up with a sharp kneelift, which sends Jackman crashing back to the canvas.

Jayde folds the ladder up, and then places the top step across the throat of Ben Jackman, and pushes down hard, driving the steel right into Jackman's windpipe. Jackman kicks his legs frantically, as the pressure from Derian Jayde pushing the ladder into his windpipe is intense. Jayde continues to bear down, driving the massive steel ladder right into the neck of Ben Jackman.

Rocky Stellar lays motionless on the outside. He has not moved since falling all the way from the ladder to the outside of the ring. Benjamin Biggs begins to stir, and sees Jayde trying to choke the life out of his partner with the folded ladder. Biggs pulls himself to his feet, and comes up behind Jayde, who is so fixated on choking Jackman with the ladder, he does not appear to see Biggs coming.

Eryk Masters: ?This is sick! Jayde is choking the life out of Jackman with that ladder! The Icons are using these ladders as weapons! Unreal!?

Dutch Harris: ?Look out though, here comes Biggs??

Benjamin Biggs executes a breathtaking flying wheel kick, catching Derian Jayde right in the back of the head. Jayde immediately release the choke hold with the ladder on Jackman, and flies a few feet away where he lands awkwardly. Biggs drops to one knee to check on Jackman, who has both hands across his throat.

Jayde lays a few feet away as Biggs checks on Jackman. Jackman can be seen speaking to The Lyger Kid, so it obvious he is okay, just suffering from a serious lack of air. Slowly, behind The Fast and The Furious, Rocky Stellar can be seen, slowly climbing back into the ring. He has a chair with him.

WHAM!

Rocky Stellar sneaks up behind Biggs, and waffles him with a huge chair shot. Biggs hits the mat, both his hands cradling his head in agony. Jackman starts to get up.

WHAM!

Rocky Stellar smashes Ben Jackman right over the head, just as he is starting to get up. Rocky Stellar sets up the ladder which his partner had been using to choke Jackman, and the Stellar One slowly starts to climb the ladder towards the top.

Dutch Harris: ?Rocky Stellar is an amazing athlete. After that unbelievable bump he took, all the way to the outside of the ring, here he is, about to win this match!?

Eryk Masters: ?Here he is, scrambling Jackman and Biggs? brains with a steel chair!?

Still holding his head, Benjamin Biggs starts to get up to try and stop Stellar. Derian Jayde is also up now, and before Biggs can do anything, Jayde cuts him off, and starts to pound away at his already battered cranium, with precision punches. Biggs fires back some weak looking shots of his own, and Biggs and Jayde start to brawl.

Ben Jackman opens his eyes, and sees Rocky Stellar about half way up the ladder. Jackman pulls himself to his feet, and starts to climb the same ladder after Stellar, but on the other side. Stellar sees Jackman coming, and scrambles the rest of the way to the top, reaching frantically for the belts.

Jackman makes it to the top of the ladder, on the other side. As Jackman is about chest high with the top of the ladder, he reaches across, and grabs the front of Stellar?s tights with his right hand. Jackman cocks his patented left hand into a fist, and fires it at Stellar?s midsection, while at the same time pulling Rocky towards him with his right hand.

BAM!

The impact of Jackman?s huge left hand shot to the midsection knocks all the wind out of Stellar, and he doubles over. Jackman climbs the rest of the way to the top of the ladder.

Eryk Masters: ?WOW! The power of the punch from Ben Jackman!?

Dutch Harris: ?Nobody throws a better punch in Shoot Project. Nobody! What the HELL is he doing now??

As flashbulbs pop all over the arena, Ben Jackman applies a head scissors to Rocky Stellar, and grabs him around the waist, while bracing them both on the top. Jackman carefully lifts Stellar up so he is over his shoulder.

While the ladder rocks back and forth crazily, and Jayde and Biggs continue to duke it out below, Jackman places both his arms under the arms of Stellar and extends them out as far as he can. Jackman pulls down Stellar?s arms and upper body, flipping him over, so Stellar is face towards the mat.

Jackman jumps.

On the way down, Jackman hooks Stellar?s head in a front face lock and falls to the mat, driving Stellar head first into the mat.

Eryk Masters: ?HOLY CRAP! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??

Dutch Harris: ?That my friend, is Ben Jackman?s new variation on the Blackout Bomb, although I didn?t expect to see it off the top of a LADDER!?

The fans erupt in a deafening chorus of ?HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!? Some fans in the front row start chanting??You killed Rocky! (Clap Clap ClapClapClap) You killed Rocky! (Clap Clap ClapClapClap)?

Derian Jayde stops brawling with Benjamin Biggs long enough to gape at the amazing move Ben Jackman just executed from the top of the ladder. This give Biggs all the chance he needs.

Benjamin Biggs grabs the shocked Derian Jayde in a front face lock, and then leaps into the air and spins around madly, and finally spikes Jayde head first into the mat, with his patented tornado DDT known as ?Spanking The Monkey.?

Eryk Masters: ?That?s one of Benjamin Biggs? finishing moves!?

Dutch Harris: ?This could be it??

Ben Jackman slowly climbs the ladder again, reaches up, and with one smooth and quick tug, yanks down both Tag Team Title Belts as the fans blow the roof off the Cow Palace.

The bell rings, and The Rock Remix of ?It's All About the Benjamins? by P. Diddy and The Family starts to play again.

Samantha: ?Ladies and Gentlemen, HERE are your WINNERS?and STILL SHOOT PROJECT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Benjamin Biggs, and Ben Jackman?THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS!?

Ben Jackman slides down the ladder, and smiles, tossing one of the belts to Biggs. Each man goes to the opposite corner, and holds their title belt over their head as the fans roar their approval and their music blares.

Rocky Stellar and Derian Jayde start to stir, as The Fast And The Furious exchange a hi-five mid ring, and then slowly exit and head up the aisle with their belts over their shoulders.

As an EMT rushes to check on The Icons, the announcers show an instant replay of Ben Jackman?s new Powerbomb Variation from the top of the ladder.

Thus far the very first Monday Night: Shut Up and Fight has gone off without a hitch. Up to this point we've seen interesting matches, interesting segments and flat out interesting people involved in both of the afore mentioned. However. Dutch Harris, Monday Night Commentator, has decided to stand up from the announce booth and walk off into the back.

Eryk Masters: Dutch... where you goin'? Dutch! HEY DUTCH! Awww screw it. I'm taking time off too. I'm gonna sit back and watch whoever is coming out next. If this person even comes out.

Meanwhile, in the Gorilla Press area we see a technical man with a clipboard apparently looking for somebody frantically. His concern on this mysterious segment he'd been given, last minute, by Jason Johnson.

Clipboard Guy: Ok, where are you? Man... I wish I knew where this mysterious person was. Maybe I should go find Jason. The Tag Team Championship match just finished up and...

Out of the shadows, a man steps behind the clipboard guy. He obviously doesn't see or hear him as he throws his hands up in the air in exasperation. Obviously he's given up. But when he's turned around he runs flat into the massive man before him. As he falls backward, the man with cat like ability swiftly moves to catch him.

Mysterious Man: Shall we?

The man's demenour being oh so familiar causes the clipboad technician to simply trust what the man says and look past the hooded sweatshirt he's wearing. The two men reach the curtain just as Ben Jackman and Benjamin Biggs are walking through the entrance way. Benjamin takes a moment to look at the hooded man but quickly dismisses his existance as he has just won the World Titles but Ben Jackman is a whole new story. He watches the man in front of him, knowing full well who he is. He pats the man on the back and winks before leaving.

Mysterious Man: Here, I want you to play this. Darkness throughout the arena. Let fifteen seconds pass and bring out the lasers. Thirty seconds bring the lasers to the ring and have them miss me at all cost. On my signal turn the lights on, fella.

As the Icons walk through the curtain obviously a bit grumpy from the loss, our clipboard technician has finally caught on to who it is that's standing there with him. He does as instructed and plays the music he's given. "5th Sympothy" by Beethoven plays throughout the arena.

Clipboard Technician: Is <i>he</i> back?

The man looks over to the clipboard technician and simply chuckles, not telling him a thing. He walks through the curtain to a confused crowd. Just as the fifteen second mark hits, he's moving down the ramp so the lasers hit him in the back slightly. This, of course, causes some of the crowd to erupt in cheers simply out of seeing somebody. At thirty seconds the lasers begin hitting the ring everywhere only slightly revealing someone is standing there in the ring.

Mysterious Man: Oooooo freaaaaaaaky!!!!

The lights suddenly go on and an eruption of cheers blindly come through out of seeing a man in the ring with a hooded sweatshirt on. The better vision revealing it to be an ARMY sweatshirt. Out of the pouch, he brings a mic to his lips and begins to speak. The voice to this mystery man so familiar.

Mysterious Man: I bet you're all wondering who I am, aren't you? And some of you already know. I can hear the buzz in the crowd. I can hear the questions. I can SMELL the anticipation. Well I won't keep you waiting any longer, kids.

The man stuffs the mic in his pocket and pulls the ARMY sweatshirt up over his head and the entire arena erupts with cheers as they see the one and only Cronos Diamante standing right in the middle of the ring. Cronos holds up the ARMY sweatshirt and throws it out to the crowd with a more angered tone than anything and pulls the mic up to his lips again.

Cronos Diamante: Quiet down, you fools.

The fans become quite confused at the tone he's taken and for the first time in history, a crowd is silenced by a wrestler in the squared circle. After Cronos' ordeal they figured he was actually some good person and the tone he's taking now doesn't reflect that.

Cronos Diamante: Awww, whats the matter? Did wittle Isabella cloud your judgement of me? HA! You fools actually thought I was some decent human being deep down, didn't you? Now I could sit here and tell you the whole elaborate scheme but why waste my breath? And more importantly why ruin the suspense. So all of you out there... sit down, shut up and listen. You might just learn something here tonight. Well, highly doubtful... but we can dream can't we?

Cronos grins that maniacal grin he's famous for and listens to the chorus of boo's being sent his way. Boo's of betrayal. He takes a big whiff and lets out a deep exhale as if he were taking in all the negative energy to fuel him and his speech upcoming.

Cronos Diamante: Yeah, yeah... SHAAAAADUP! It doesn't matter that I betrayed you gullable pricks. Because deep down inside I was only trying to be nice to see if I could do it and more importantly... to prove a point. Know what that point is? Point is... no matter how much you fools try to say you don't love me, you do. Whether it be love me or love to hate me. I OWN you people!!! You boo me and hate me when I'm the bad guy. You look at me and you see the worst. You point at me as you talk to little Tommy and Sally about how I'm the type of person that causes World problems like World War II. Heil Hitler! Hahahaha. As if you fools don't do a good enough problem all by your lonesome, making problems for this world and yourselves. You people make me SICK! Especially when you rally behind me when I'm supposedly broken and torn apart, when my supposed baby is stolen, when my life is upside down. You fools forget that I might be fucking you in the ass and lying about everything along the way for some desired selfish end. I AM the DEVIL afterall. Why support a sonofabitch just because his life is in distress? Once that's over he'll stab you in the back anyway. So sit there and feel betrayed, fools. Do it. And while you do so... I'll be moving right along!

The boo's not only come louder now but Cronos is the vitim of Pepsi and Coke products being thrown his way, popcorn buckets, nacho containers, etc.. Although nothing makes it anywhere near him. And because of such a reaction, he stands in the middle of the ring grining evily.

Cronos Diamante: Del Carver!!!

The crowd erupts in cheers and begin chanting Del's name. Cronos doesn't become angered, however. He merely stands there until they stop the chanting... picking his teeth with a tooth pick!?!? Showing them all disrespect yet again.

Cronos Diamante: I was perfectly content living out my days with my Diamond Company, not having to come back and show my true colors, but Jason called me a day back telling me you came to him about a match with me. So I was called. Papers were signed today apprently and here we are. Are you sure you want this, fella? You go and beat OutKast, Hawkins, and Kenshin and you think you're big shit now? OutKast I can imagine you'd want to brag about, not even I have been so fortunate as to beat him yet. But, Delroy... you dont mind if I call you Delroy, do you? 'Course not. Delroy... OutKast only loses when he LETS you win.

Cronos pauses as he slowly makes his way over to the top rope, jumping up there to lay upon the ropes as if he were in a hammock.

Cronos Diamante: That's right, Delroy. You didn't beat, OutKast. He let you win. As for Hawkins... big deal, I've beaten him. Kenshin? Who the fuck is Kenshin? Some pathetic fool that had to have Vincent Mallows bring out the worst in him? Hell, he came from WPW. And what is that? It's like the French ARMY, Carver. And as such, anybody who came from said French ARMY is irrelevant. I see as usual your sense of reality is warped. Legends, hmph. More like Hawkins the fossil, Kenshin the never will be, and OutKast the man who let you win. And you think you can come after me after you've beaten these men? Circumstances shaky at best. Look pedro, I hate to burst your bubble, but...

Cronos immediately begins laughing at the sign he see's before him. A lady down in the first row with a "Bring back Rancid" sign.

Cronos Diamante: Oh man. That is funny. What the fuck is wrong with you, ya stupid cunt? Rancid? Come on. We don't have to bring back Rancid, ya little hood rat. Look no further than your pussy and that awful smell. Gaw-damn thats some rancid shit. You know... speaking of Rancid. Del, you say you became a force when you beat Rancid? Then a star at Master of the Mat? Then a Champion by beating OutKast? Naw kid, you're wrong. You became a force by winning Master of the Mat and a champion by beating Kastro. Now you want to be a legend so you look to me. As I was saying, pedro... hate to burst your bubble but you came to the wrong man. I'm the deal breaker, the asshole, the man with no moral grounding. Legends at least have principles. I don't. I'm the man you love to hate. I... Aww fuck it... I'll let you sign your death certificate.

Cronos exits the ring and stops right before the rampway extends upward. He looks to the ring and out to the crowd.

Cronos Diamante: Delroy Carver. I'll meet you next week in that ring, in front of a crowd just like this and I will be taking that World Title off your hands indefinately. And there's nothing you can do about that. You picked the wrong man to make you famous. You should have stuck with OutKast, kid... he's a helluva lot nicer than I am. And as my good friend Prometheus says... Toodles!

Cronos took the detour to the side of the ramp to get to the back and began leaving. However, the fans began grabbing out at him, flipping him off. Cronos simply took a step back with a laugh on his face and threw a few carefully placed kicks to the men that flipped him off, knocking them out. EMT's rushing to their aide. With that, Cronos disappears.

?U Don?t Know? hits as Erik Boyer walks out from the back. The fans boo, some cheer, but Boyer is oblivious to it all. He walks to the ring and then slides in under the bottom rope. He glares at the fans, but chooses not to deal with them. He shakes his head, smirking, when suddenly, ?Anxiety? by Black Eyed Peas and Papa Roach slams the airwaves. The fans boo massively, however, as it?s the theme for this man: 2003 Master of the Mat Champion Chris Davis?Enigma. He walks to the ring and ignores the fans himself. He walks up the ring steps and then steps into the ring through the middle rope. He holds his hand out to Boyer, who blatantly ignores him.

Dave Evans: Trouble in paradise?

Eryk Masters: It seems that way, but, man they?re the heels. They HAVE to act mean?even to each other.

Suddenly, ?Signal To Noise (Instrumental)? hits and OutKast races from the back. The fans don?t even have time to pop. He slides into the ring and then charges Boyer, the fans loving every moment of it. Enigma, though, starts to kick on OutKast, startling him. OutKast rolls away from Boyer and Enigma and gets to his feet. He starts to punch at Enigma, who punches back. The two men go back and forth, back and forth. Then, Boyer spears OutKast to the ground just as ?Stillborn? by the Black Label Society hits. The fans?fucking?lose it. Del charges the ring and slides in, kicking Boyer hard in the face off of OutKast. Enigma backs away, grinning ear to ear that his opponent for Under Siege has arrived. The bell rings.

Dave Evans: FINALLY?we are underway!

Del stands in front of OutKast, who continues to look at Boyer. Carver motions for OutKast to get out and let him start against Boyer, who almost seems to egg on OutKast by smirking. Del points to Boyer, who stops looking at OutKast, and turns to Carver. Carver?s index finger is replaced by his middle, and the fans erupt. Boyer and Carver charge one another and tie up, both men trying to jerk the other to the ground. Suddenly, Enigma comes in, Boyer shoves Carver away from him, and Enigma nails a clothesline to Carver, sending him down to the mat. Boyer immediately sprawls onto Carver and punches away, the fans booing Boyer. He jolts up, angry that the fans are booing him. Suddenly, Carver hits a drop toe hold, amazing considering it?s Carver doing it. The fans cheer as Carver crawls over on top of Boyer and wails away at him. He gets up and points to OutKast, the fans erupting into cheers. He holds his hand high to tag in the over eager OutKast, but Boyer springs over to the other side and tags in Enigma JUST as OutKast gets tagged in. The fans shower down on boos as OutKast points at Boyer, cursing.

Eryk Masters: I guess every dog has his day?too bad this bitch doesn?t get his tonight, huh?

Dave Evans: The match is young yet, Eryk.

Enigma and OutKast circle one another, and then the two lock up. OutKast ducks under Enigma, but Enigma hits him in the head with an elbow. OutKast backs up, stunned. Enigma then locks back up with OutKast and attempts a duck under himself, only to have OutKast sprawl over on top of him and wrap his arm around Enigma?s neck, and hitting a swinging neckbreaker, the fans popping. Enigma slides back away from OutKast, a little stunned that OutKast managed to hit such a move so fast.

Dave Evans: It?d appear OutKast?s been doing nothing but training for his war with Boyer. He?s even learned a few new moves along the way.

Enigma looks at Boyer, who merely watches the event transpire before him. OutKast motions for Enigma to tag Boyer in, but Enigma gets to his feet, ready for one more go-round. Enigma gets up, and shoves OutKast as hard as he can, and OutKast stumbles back onto his ass. Enigma bounces off the ropes and nails a dropkick to OutKast?s face, putting him down to the mat. He then takes the time to slap Carver across the face, prompting Carver to step into the ring. The referee gets in the way of that, and as Carver yells for the referee to get out of the way, Boyer steps in with Enigma. The two men stand over OutKast, kicking and stomping on him. They both lift OutKast up and throw him to the ropes. As he comes back, they each grab him, lifting him high, and slamming him back down HARD with a spine buster. Carver forcibly turns the referee?s head to see the events behind him, but Boyer has already slid from the ring and Enigma hooks OutKast?s leg. Carver?s eyes go wide as saucers as the referee slides into position.

1?

2?

KICKOUT!

OutKast thrusts up as hard as he can to get Enigma off of him.

Dave Evans: Amazing!

Enigma pulls OutKast to his feet and hooks him up for a Northern Lights suplex, but OutKast gains his wits just long enough to his the Kastfall Part 1!!! The fans erupt as OutKast turns over to his back and turns his head to Carver, who is banging on the turnbuckle. OutKast starts to slide over to Carver, at the same time, Enigma starts to slide to Boyer. However, they?re much closer to Enigma?s side as Enigma tags in Boyer, who grins.

Eryk Masters: HELL YEAH!!!

Dave Evans: OutKast is out on his feet, Eryk, this is pathetic!

Boyer starts to kick on OutKast?s weakened body, flipping off Carver. He stomps on OutKast hard and then lifts OutKast up and hits a body slam. He then snaps off a fast leg drop on OutKast. He gets up and immediately punches Carver as hard as he can. Carver, though, has had enough. He reaches under the ring and withdraws a chair, the fans erupting into cheers. He slides into the ring and charges at Boyer, but the referee grabs the chair from Carver, the fans booing. Meanwhile, Enigma steps back into the ring and grabs the chair himself, but Boyer slaps it from Enigma?s hand. Enigma seems a bit confused by it, but Boyer points to OutKast and motions for a powerbomb or piledriver. Enigma nods, grinning ear to ear, and then steps back out. Boyer picks OutKast up and hooks up for?

Dave Evans: He?s going for a Southie!

He hooks the leg, but OutKast comes to his senses long enough to elbow Boyer in the ear, causing Boyer to back off. OutKast sees the chair, and kicks Boyer in the stomach. He lifts him high in the air for a vertical suplex, but holds him long enough to see where the chair is?and NAILS a brainbuster! Boyer?s body collapses to the mat as OutKast gets over to Boyer?s body and hooks the leg, the referee sliding into position.

1?

2?

Enigma steps out and kicks OutKast HARD in the head, breaking the pin. The fans boo HARD as Enigma shrugs, not understanding the hatred the fans have for him. He smirks and then steps out of the ring himself. OutKast, at this point, pulls himself off of Boyer, and then walks over to Carver, tagging him.

Eryk Masters: Wow?I guess Kast?s rage isn?t so heated?

OutKast then charges over to Boyer and kicks him from the ring, following him out, Carver a bit confused. Enigma, though, charges in and punches Carver from behind. OutKast starts to punch Boyer HARD in the face, over and over again. Boyer lies below OutKast, who straddles Boyer?s weakened body, and then OutKast grabs Boyer by the ears, his teeth grit. He then headbutts Boyer HARD?again?and again?and again?AND AGAIN?.AND AGAIN?and ONE FINAL TIME. Boyer?s head falls back to the concrete floor, his blood all over his face. His blood, also all over OutKast?s face. The fans, hungry for blood, erupt. However, the boos are a bit prevalent.

Dave Evans: That bloodlust of OutKast?s may have just cost him some fans?

Enigma turns and sees OutKast sliding back into the ring. The referee yells at OutKast, who shoves the referee out of the way and walks over to Enigma. However, Carver motions for OutKast to move. He does, grinning. Enigma turns his head and is FLATTENED with a right hook. Carver and OutKast put the boots to Enigma, who rolls from the ring. He sees Boyer?s bloodied visage, and then throws his hands up in the air, shaking his head no. Enigma turns and begins to walk up the entrance ramp.

Dave Evans: Enigma is?LEAVING?!

Carver calls for Enigma to get back in the ring, but Enigma laughs at Carver, and then disappears in the back. Carver looks down at the out Boyer, and then to OutKast, who slinks to the outside himself.
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Dave Evans: Wait a sec?okay?Boyer and Carver are the legal men here, right?

Eryk Masters: Yep.

Dave Evans: Boyer?s in trouble here?no doubt about it.

OutKast picks Boyer up and slings him into the ring. Carver paces around the bleeding Boyer, and then shakes his head. He looks to OutKast, who is standing next to a camera. What he says is caught by that camera.

OutKast: I drew first blood! Round one belongs to ME!

OutKast himself starts to slink back to the back now, as Carver kneels down and then hooks Boyer?s leg, the referee sliding into position?1??2??.3!!

Dave Evans: That was elementary?

The medics charge past OutKast, who laughs loudly and somewhat sadistically triumphantly. Carver grabs his belt and then walks over to OutKast as Boyer is being tended to. The two men look at one another, and Carver shakes his head.

Del Carver: Goddamn, man?

Carver walks past OutKast, who continues to watch Boyer being taken care of by the medics. He turns slowly as ?Stillborn? picks up, and then he follows his tag partner out of the arena.

Dave Evans: Good God. Boyer?s in need of some stitches or something?OutKast headbutted him until he bled. And it?s a sad day when even DEL CARVER is shocked by someone?s sick thirst for someone else?s blood.

Eryk Masters: What can I say but?I LIKE IT!

Dave Evans: I do, too, Eryk! Enigma left Boyer to die out here tonight, Carver didn?t get his chance at Enigma, and OutKast took the first round against Boyer in what can only be called a blood feud! We are out of time! Thanks for watching! We?ll see you next week!!