Monday Night

Stellar: And, before I leave you for good, I want everyone
to remember the motto of the greatest tag team the universe has ever seen: when you stand next to one of us, you absolutely suck.

Derian perks his head up for a second and whispers something to Stellar, who nods then smiles back at the camera as it slowly fades out...

Stellar: Excellent point, Deej. Anyone who uses a Sharpie to become a "bad guy" needs to come up with their own schtick. After all, anyone who is anyone KNOWS that the bit was stolen from Terrell Owens...

Samantha Coil: Introducing first? at a combined weight of four hundred, eighty-nine pounds? JD Ice and Gangsta!!!

Ice and Gangsta climb into the ring, and both take opposite turnbuckles, as blue and white pyro shoot off.

50 Cent is cut off, and ?Forsaken? by Disturbed hits the PA. Robert Vallant and John Thomas emerge on the ramp together, but opt not to do a pose. The fans are a little more welcome of Vallant and Thomas. Some signs are even seen in the crowd? ?I?m average too!? just to name one, showing that without even realizing it, John Thomas has made a fair impact on the scene.

Samantha Coil: And now? at a combined weight of five hundred pounds? John Thomas and Robert Vallant?

As Coil?s voice trails off, Vallant and Thomas climb into the ring. Thomas stays in the corner, and Vallant takes his spot as the legal man, and first man in the ring.

Eryk Masters : It looks like Ice and Vallant are gonna start this tag team
bout off.

Dutch Harris : Both teams are likely to put on a good display here.

Ice and Vallant lock up. Ice pushes Vallant back a bit, but Vallant pushes
right back. Ice breaks off the contest into a headlock. Ice takes Vallant
over. Vallant rolls him back for a pin.

1...

Dutch Harris : Vallant going for an early win, but got nothing more than a 1
on that.

Eryk Masters : I don't see Ice going down that easily, Dutch.

Dutch Harris : Neither do I, but I think if Vallant keeps that attitude and
keeps going for the pin, Ice and Gangsta are gonna have to be on top of
their game to win.

Vallant rolls over and gets to his feet and gets knocked right back down
with a clothesline by Ice. Vallant gets right back. Ice goes for another
clothesline but gets nothing. Ice turns around and Vallant nails him with a
jab... again... again... Vallant goes for a big hook, but Ice ducks and
whips Vallant to the ropes. Ice heads towards the opposing ropes and leaps
onto the middle rope, spring boarding back, nailing Vallant with a back kick
to the jaw. Vallant hits the mat. As Ice lands, not missing a beat, he
runs up the turnbuckle in his corner, tags Gangsta and leaps off backwards,
catching Vallant right in the throat with an inverted corkscrew leg drop.

Eryk Masters : NOW THAT is what I am talkin about.

Dutch Harris : That was a hell of a move by Ice.

Eryk Masters : And he looked good while doing it. Tell me that man doesn't
deserve his Iron Fist Title rematch.

Dutch Harris : I never said he didn't, but a move doesn't win a match, or
make a man worthy or a title shot.

Gangsta hops over the top ropes and Ice exits the ring. Gangsta wastes no
time locking in a Texas Cloverleaf on a fallen Vallant.

Dutch Harris : Gangsta showing his technical knowledge a bit.

Eryk Masters : And he looks good while doing it.

The ref checks for a submission. Vallant doesn't give. Vallant starts to
crawl towards the ropes. Gangsta struggles to keep his balance, but manages
to pull Vallant back away from the ropes. Thomas calls out to Vallant,
reaching his arm over the ropes for a tag.

Dutch Harris : "Average" Thomas isn't afraid to get in there. He wants in.

Eryk Masters : If he doesn't then he's in the wrong business.

Vallant starts to crawl again, this time not reaching for the ropes, but
reaching for Thomas' hand. Vallant reaches Thomas and makes the tag.
Gangsta quickly drops the hold and spins, nailing Thomas with a stiff
straight punch, dropping him to the mat.

Dutch Harris : Man, the guy wasn't even in the ring.

Eryk Masters : That's why he's called The Illest Nigga.

Gangsta picks Thomas up and whips him hard into the corner as Vallant rolls
out of the ring. Thomas hits the turnbuckle and bouces right back out,
right into the skull of Gangsta.

Eryk Masters : Gangsta just busted Thomas wide the F**K open!!

Dutch Harris : That flying headbutt probably broke Thomas' nose.

Gangsta gets to his feet and shakes off the combwebs. Gangsta picks up
Thomas and sets him in the corner. Gangsta climbs up and starts punching as
the crowd counts along. At 5, Gangsta just starts nailing Thomas with lefts
and rights, so fast the crowd doesn't have a chance in hell of keeping
track. Gangsta climbs down, fists covered in blood, he pulls Thomas out of
the corner and whips him against the ropes. Gangsta goes for a dropkick,
but Thomas holds onto the ropes. Gangsta crashes down to the mat and Thomas
nails him with a running elbow. Thomas goes for a pin.

1..........

2...

Eryk Masters : Gangsta with a kick out. It's gonna take more than a botched
drop kick and an elbow to the gut to keep Gangsta down.

Dutch Harris : Thomas showed that he isn't just some chump in tights. He
knew where he was at and how to keep control of his situation even after
being beaten like a red headed step child by Gangsta. This rookie is
learning quick.

Both men get to their feet at about the same time. Gangsta goes to throw a
punch, but Thomas ducks and takes him over with a fireman's carry. Thomas
locks in an armbar. Gangsta rolls with it and manages to handspring out of
it. Gangsta goes for a clothesline with his free arm, but Thomas lets go,
ducks, and sinches in a back waist lock. Gangsta wastes no time elbowing
Thomas, breaking the hold. Gangsta bounces off the ropes and nails Thomas
with an flying forearm, sending him out onto the apron.

Dutch Harris : A nice exchange by both men, but Gangsta got the upper hand
there.

Eryk Masters : Thomas has taken a beating, but he is still standing to his
credit. But Gangsta has that endurance factor, he's been around the ring,
and he knows how far he can push himself.

Dutch Harris : True, if anything Gangsta can out last the rookie, but they
both have fresh men on the outside.

Thomas gets to his feet as Gangsta charges. Thomas nails Gangsta in the
gut, sending him to one knee. Thomas looks around with a smile on his face,
he leaps up to the top rope going for a spring board, but he has trouble
keeping his balance.

Eryk Masters : Bad move kid. Someone needs to tell him wrestling has been
part of the circus since the early 20th century, that tightrope balance act
is gonna get him hurt.

Gangsta sees Thomas struggling. Gangsta rushes towards Thomas, trying to
knock him off. At the last moment, Thomas just lets himself fall and wraps
his legs around Gangsta's head, trying to hurricanrana him over the top.
Thomas' legs slip, but he keeps his feet locked. Thomas bashes his head on
the corner of the apron, breaking his hold on Gangsta, giving him a hangsman
on the top rope instead of pulling him over.

Dutch Harris : That had to be the UGLIEST hurricanrana I have ever seen!!

Eryk Masters : Yeah. Fugly as all hell. And he landed right on his head
too.

The ref starts a 10 Count.

1..........

2..........

3..........

Eryk Masters : Since when did SHOOT do count outs?

Dutch Harris : Not sure if he's counting him out for being outside the ring
or counting him out because he isn't getting up.

Eryk Masters : Either way, it would suck to the match end this way, but with
all that head trauma the guy has suffered, it might be best for his well
being.

4.........

5.........

Slowly a "Tom-us" chant starts to build. Gangsta looks around with a "WTF"
expression on his face.

6.........

7.........

Gangsta's face changes from "WTF" to "Holy Shit" when he sees a hand raise
up and reach for that bottom rope.

8.........

The other hand raises up and pulls the bloodied, bruised face of John Thomas
into view. Eyes glazed over, he lifts a leg up and places it on the apron,
using the other to shove himself in, breaking the count. Gangsta just
shakes his head in disbelief, a slight smile on his face. Gangsta looks to
Ice, who just shrugs. Gangsta walks over to Thomas and puts his head
between his legs. Thomas collapses. Gangsta looks down, an almost a
worried look on his face. Gangsta turns and walks to the ref. The crowd
breaks out into cheers as Thomas slowly crawls towards Gangsta. Ice yells
at Gangsta, but Gangsta continues talking to the ref. Inch by inch, Thomas
finally crawls his way behind Gangsta and suprises him with a school boy
pin.

1.........

2.......

Dutch Harris : MAN!! After all that, John Thomas had the willpower left to
get back in that ring, and head enough about him to pull one over on
Gangsta.

Eryk Masters : Smart move, wrong brother to pull it on.

Gangsta gets up to his feet as Thomas is on all fours. Gangsta runs forward
and nails Thomas in the gut with a kick. Thomas flips over, coughing his
lungs out. Gangsta lays in a few more kicks to the ribs. Thomas tries in
vain to cover up. Gangsta backs off, saying something to Ice. Thomas
crawls over just inches from making the tag to Vallant. Gangsta rushes over
and nails Vallant off the apron with a drop kick. Gangsta pulls Thomas over
to Ice and tags him in. Both men start stomping away on a battered Thomas
who is stuck in the corner. Vallant slides in the ring and rushes up, body
splashing both men into the corner.

Dutch Harris : This is it. Vallant just gave Thomas the break he needs.
Unless Thomas can get back to his corner and tag Vallant it's only a matter
of time before Ice finishes the battered rookie off.

Eryk Masters : Even still, Gangsta isn't NEARLY as worn as Thomas is, I
don't think Vallant can win this match as it has obviously deteriorated into
a 2 on 1.

The ref escourts Vallant back to his corner and then ushers Gangsta out of
the ring. Ice quickly recovers and whips Thomas into the ropes, hitting the
opposite ropes himself. Vallant hops off the apron and wraps his arms
around Thomas' feet as he hits the ropes, tripping him up. Ice slows his
pace with a disgusted look on his face. Vallant climbs back onto the apron
as the ref repremands him. Ice pushes the ref out of the way and spits in
the face of Vallant. Vallant spits back. Ice rushes at him, but the ref
breaks them up. Thomas gathers himself enough to shove Ice between the
ropes and dive at Vallant, slapping his forearm for the tag, before passing
out.

Eryk Masters : That sneaky bastard.

Dutch Harris : Hey, he may not be playing fair, but Thomas hasn't used a
foreign object, hasn't pulled any tights or hair, hasn't put his feet on the
ropes for a pin, and hasn't broken ANY other rule that I know of. He's just
being resourceful.

Eryk Masters : HE'S BEING SNEAKY! And that's not fair.

Dutch Harris : May not be fair, but the fans have gotten behind this upstart
for his sheer will to win, not his tactics or his wrestling ability.

Vallant ducks into the ring and says something to Thomas before walking to
the center of the ring and locking eyes with a pissed of Jake Dominion. Ice
slides in the ring. Vallant and Ice walk round and round, looking each
other up and down, each sizing up the other. Ice fires first, nailing
Vallant, but Vallant fires back. They go back and forth each man tagging
the other with licks. Ice fires off, but Vallant blocks and locks in an arm
bar, which Ice hand springs out of and arm drag twists Vallant to the
ground, then locks in a sitting arm of his own. Vallant struggles a bit,
but gets to his feet, holding Ice down shoulders first to the mat.

1..........

2...

Ice rolls back, sending Vallant through the ropes. Ice gets up and readies
himself. Vallant slides back in only seconds later, but is met with boots
to the head. Ice picks up Vallant and grabs his leg, Dragonscrew
leg-whipping him into the turnbuckle. Ice rushes in leaping for a bronco
buster, but Vallant ducks down. Ice manages to get his feet on the ropes
and not crotch himself on the bottom turnbuckle, but Vallant locks in a full
nelson from behind, pulling Ice away from the ropes, then turns it into a
Tiger suplex for a pin.

1.........

2.....

Dutch Harris : Again Ice kicks out.

Eryk Masters : Both men have a lot of steam in them.

Vallant gets up and reaches for Ice, but gets a low blow instead. Ice wraps
his arm around the head of Vallant.

Dutch and Eryk : CRUNKED UP DDT!!

The fans go nuts as Ice nails his signature DDT. Ice pins Vallant.

1.........

2........

Out of no where, Ice gets nailed in the small of the back with a flying
elbow from John Thomas.

Eryk Masters : Where the hell did that come from. I could have sworn he was
finished and licking his wounds in the corner.

Dutch Harris : I don't see any quit in that guy... at all.

Gangsta rushes in, grabbing Thomas by the hair and whips him off the ropes.
Ice gets up at the same time as Vallant. Gangsta plants a knee into the gut
of Thomas and spins him around. Ice smiles at Vallant as he flatens Thomas
with a Chronic Kick. Vallant is so suprised, he never sees the Gangsta Slam
coming. With both men out, Ice heads to the top rope. Gangsta signals to
him and Ice leaps off, looking for a swanton bomb, but at the last second
over rotating into a 450 splash.

Eryk Masters : Death from the Glaciers. Game over.

Dutch Harris : I believe you are right.

1..........

2..........

3!!!

Samatha Coil : Your winners, J.D. Ice and Gangsta!!

'The Realest Killaz' by 50 Cent & 2Pac blares over the PA as Ice and Gangsta
head to the back celebrating, leaving Vallant and Thomas picking themselves
up.

Chris Turner: FUCK YOU!

Jason Johnson: I don?t know who you were kidding. You didn?t even show up for any of your promo appearances, you didn?t do any of your OTHER appearances. And you think I?m going to let you go out and perform for a SHOOT Project title tonight?

Chris Turner: Those sound like LAME reasons to me, bitch!

Jason Johnson: Lame reasons or not, they?re your own fault. You screwed yourself, Turner. Good work.

Turner slams his fist into the wall.

Chris Turner: I can?t believe you?re doing this to me, Johnson! I?ll remember this!

Jason Johnson: I?m not done yet. This match tonight, it?s cancelled. You and Maverick both didn?t do anything to merit a spot on my television show. So, I tell you what? We?re going to do this again next week. Same stipulations.

Chris Turner: Oh that?s good! That?s good!! I?ll make you regret this decision, assjack!!!

Laughing, Jason Johnson continues?

Jason Johnson: And if you BOTH give me a week like last week, then not ONLY do you forfeit your shot at the DeathKore Championship Turner, but Maverick will be stripped of the title. I don?t pay you all to not show up, and I certainly don?t pay you all to make people totally apathetic to you. So, either shape up or lose all your opportunities, and start from the bottom. Now, GET OUT OF THIS ARENA!!!

The scene fades to the inside of the arena, and Turner leaves, shouting tons of profanities at Jason Johnson.

Eryk Masters: Well? While that thing with Turner was happening, Chaotic Harmony and The Elite made their ways to the ring? This is one of those contests that I?m sure everyone?s eyes are on. They all want to see the next up and coming tag team, to possibly dethrone the Fast and the Furious.

Dutch Harris: Feh, the Fast and the Furious. What a lame name, and what a lame combination. What do they have to show for their tag team reign? Beating the ICONs? Please. Two retards could beat those two clowns. I?m glad they?re gone. But for now, Riley and Swan are the two legal men, and the bell has rung for this contest to begin.

Riley and Swan circle around each other, waiting for the other to make a
move. Swan knowing full well that he has to strike fast, because there is no
way he?ll be able to last long when facing 2 men at the same time. Swan
throws a left roundhouse kick, but Riley ducks it. Swan, however, follows
with a right spin kick to the gut, sending Riley to the mat. Swan?s lack of
submission techniques hurts him right now, as he has to lift Riley up to his
feet, giving Crazy Kid a chance to throw a quick elbow to the face of Swan.
Riley follows up with a whip into the ropes before dropping Swan with a
dropkick as The Green Phoenix comes off the ropes.

Dutch Harris : Without Woodgate here, Swan is gonna be in a bind.

Eryk Masters : ANYONE would be in a bind in a two on one situation.

Riley tags in his tag partner and they double-team Swan with stomps before
Riley leaves the ring. Warren Peace goes for a long-term approach, locking
on a half crab. Swan struggles to get out of the hold and after a short
fight manages to reach the ropes. As Peace releases the hold he kicks Swan
in the head, just because. Peace walks over to his corner, tagging in Jason
Riley.

Dutch Harris : Chaotic Harmony is wearing out Swan fast.

Eryk Masters : I wouldn't count Swan out just yet. He's still got steam
left.

Riley runs into the ropes and knocks Swan down with a spinning heel kick. He
stomps on Swan for a bit before lifting him to his feet. Crazy Kid whips
Swan into the ropes and takes him down with a flying lariat. Riley makes his
way up to the top turnbuckle and jumps down with a senton splash. Swan,
however, has different plans and pulls his knees up, causing Riley to land
on them.

Eryk Masters : Now that's what I'm talking about.

Dutch Harris : Swan is resourceful. I'll give him that.

Swan crawls to his own corner, being used to having Woodgate in there. This
time around, Woodgate isn?t there though and just as Swan realises this,
he?s jumped by Warren Peace. Peace lifts Swan to his feet and instantly
drops him with a DDT. Peace walks over to his own corner and waits for Jason
Riley to reach him so that he can make the tag. Riley does and Peace goes
back into the ring. Swan has pulled himself up with help of the ropes. Swan
throws a kick that catches Peace right in the head, knocking him down and
giving Jonny Swan a chance to rest and recover. Swan decides that he needs
to hurry and lifts Peace to his feet. He knees him in the gut and goes for a
powerbomb. Swan lifts Peace up on the first try, but Peace instantly
reverses into a frankensteiner.

Eryk Masters : Man, Swan just can't catch a break.

Dutch Harris : Things are looking gloom for the Green Phoenix.

At that very moment, Jonathon Woodgate comes running down the aisle with two
chairs in hand. Warren watches as Jonathan runs down. Jonny takes
advantage and shoves Warren into the ref, knocking him out cold. Woodgate
slides a chair in and slides in himself. Jonny goes for the chair, but
Riley is up on the top rope and takes him out with a springboard missle
dropkick. Woodgate clocks Riley as he tries to get to his feet. Warren
gets up and goes for a spear on Woodgate, but Woodgate sidesteps and Warren
spears a chair into the corner.

Eryk Masters : Dutch, business has just picked up.

Dutch Harris : Now did The Elite have this planned? Or was Jonathan at the
right place at JUST the right time?

Jonny Swan and Jonathan Woodgate stand there with smug smiles on both their
faces. Swan pulls out two pairs of handcuffs from his tights. He tosses
one to Woodgate. Swan locks Riley to the top rope as Woodgate does the same
to Peace. Both men chuckle as the look back at the two chairs, still in the
ring. They both go for them at the same time. Jonathon turns and swings,
as does Jonny, and both get their chairs sent right back to them courtesy of
Chaotic Harmony.

Eryk Masters : Won't those two just quit? They are washed up as a tag team
and they are obviously done in this match. They CAN'T win.

Dutch Harris : A sad turn of events this is, The Elite obviously couldn't
take Chaotic Harmony like real men.

Swan licks his now bleeding lip and looks to Woodgate, who is checking
himself. They smile and Swan walks over to the corner and asks for a mic.

Jonny Swan : You see, you had to be difficult. This was gonna be quick and
painful. But now it's gonna be long and painful.

Swan tosses the mic to Woodgate as he picks his chair back up and starts
hammering away on a helpless Jason Riley. Chair shot after chair shot,
Jason Riley soon finds himself on the ground and busted open.

Jonathan Woodgate : Look at yourselves mates. Former SHOOT Project Tag Team
Champions. You aren't even a MATCH for the Down under Destroyer and the
Green Phoenix!! It's only a matter of time before we take those titles for
ourselves.

Jonathon tosses the mic aside and begins to pummel Peace much the same way
Jonny had just pummeled Riley. Swan tells Woodgate to back off and the
start switch hitting Peace, knocking a limp Peace's head back and forth.

Throughout the PA system, a double pump bass drum is heard..... and then the
lyrics.

"Feel the hunger.... as it burns inside."

The Elite look around, then to the SHOOTatron.

"Feed the hunger.... if your not to shy."

Dutch Harris : That isn't the theme music for any wrestler I know of.

Eryk Masters : It doesn't matter who it is, they have to go through TWO men
with CHAIRS. Whoever it is, they don't ahve a chance.

The guitar rift plays as the next lyrics are spoken.

"There's no one like you.... as you wonder why."

"There's no one like you.... yet you wonder why."

"Halo"

"Goddess Bone"

The crowd erupts as a man dressed in black with a red backwards baseball hat
hops over the guard rail and slides in. He takes out Jonny Swan with a low
blow, which alerts Woodgate. With Swan down, Woodgate swings. The man
ducks, but shoots his arm inbetween Woodgate's midswing. The man takes a
stride forward and locks his lead hand ontop Woodgate's shoulder. He then
kicks his leg out behind Woodgate's and pulls it back, sweeping Woodgate off
his feet, and slaming him down, neck first. He turns to see Swan with his
chair in mid swing. He drops down flat on his back, barely dodging the
blow. Swan then tries an over head swing, but the man rolls out of the way,
getting to his feet and taking out Swan's legs with a lightning fast sweep.
Woodgate gets to his feet with chair in hand and charges after the man, who
runs towards the ropes, spring boards and turns, nailing the on-coming chair
with a roundhouse, sending it right back into the face of Woodgate, sending
him out of the ring. Swan gets to his feet, obviously steaming, looks for
his chair and finds it in the free hand of a bloodied Warren Peace, who is
now standing next to the man wielding the other chair. Swan thinks better
of attacking and decides to duck out of the ring.

Eryk Masters : They are lucky that The Elite are content with the job they
have done.

Dutch Harris : Who is that... I can't place his face.

The man takes off his hat to reveal chin length hair, with silvery white
bangs, slightly longer.

Eryk Masters : You are shitting me.

Dutch Harris : Is that....

The man picks up the mic.

Alex Grey : Alexander Nicholae Grey. That's all you boys need to know.

Alex drops the mic and shakes Warren's free hand as SHOOT officials pry the
handcuffs off of Peace and Riley. Alex nods to Riley just before ducking
out of the ring and returning through the crowd.

Eryk Masters : Is he under contract?

Dutch Harris : No clue, but security didn't usher him out.

Lonewolf falls to the ground and Ice glances at Scott Richardson momentarily. He grabs the microphone from him and Richardson darts off down the hall. Ice lowers down to a crouching position as he nearly hovers over Lonewolf now.

J.D. Ice: Don't even THINK about playing with MY toy...

Ice smirks as he rises to his feet. He adjusts his steel blue Armani jacket with the sleeves ripped off and then heads off down the hallway passing by some SHOOT Project workers. Ice points further down the hall now, his face still showing that smirk.

J.D. Ice: I just hurt someone back there; maybe you might want to consider helping him.

Ice flat out chuckles as the workers quickly run down the hall, only glancing at Ice for a moment with narrowed eyes. Ice just continues now, leaving the scene? in fact leaving the arena all together.

Dutch Harris: Right? any thoughts on what that was about, Eryk?

Eryk Masters: Damned if I know, I have no clue what is going on with that man.

The flames then burn small holes in the Tron, seemingly, and then scorched across the screen is the name, ?Cade Gonzalez.?

As the music picks up, Cade Gonzalez comes striding through the curtain in baggy khaki pants, and a button down white shirt with blue flames around the bottom. He strides out with his black work boots on, and his bald head gleaming in the light as the lights come back up and the images on the Tron fade.

He carries himself down to the ring with a microphone in hand, gathering unexpected cheers from the fans; the fans that appreciate his death-defying style and his take no crap attitude apparently. He makes it to the ring, ignoring the outstretched hands, and rolls into it slowly. He runs his thumb across his throat, signaling to kill the music.

Cade: Come on, cut it.

The music winds down, and is soon ended. The cheers continue.

Cade: Now look, I didn?t come down here to receive the adulation from you fans. I don?t need, want, or require your admiration. If you cheer for me, good?if you choose not to, I couldn?t care less if you paid me to. What I did come out here to do, however, was give all the boys in the back a warning. See, Cade Gonzalez is back. I?m no longer calling myself ?The Messiah?, I?m going by the name chosen by my family when I first began wrestling. From now on, it?s El Aguila Azul, or the Blue Eagle, Cade Gonzalez. No more prophecies, no more shrines, no more of that psycho-babble bullshit.

The fans cheer, and Cade shrugs.

Cade: See, it?s all about one thing and one thing only essas. It?s about coming out here and winning matches. It?s about the wrestling. The fans aren?t on my list of priorities?I don?t care if I make them happy. I don?t care if I make them hate me. I only care that they react to me?and you all will. Like me or not, pound for pound, I am the absolute best at what I do?and that?s wrestle. I can pull a four star, or better, match out of anybody. The only other thing that matters in this business is winning titles. So starting now, I?m demanding I get what I deserve, and that?s a title shot. So which champion back there has the balls to come out here and accept my challenge? I?m not going to stand out here all night. If I get no responses, I?ll go back there and beat some responses into the champions, any champions?In fact?if I get no responses, I?ll hunt down specifically the winner of the Round Robin tournament?so come on out here.

Cade stands there for a moment, getting no response. He shrugs.

Cade: Fine. Don?t say I didn?t warn you. If I were you essas in the Round Robin, I?d beg the others to pin me?because you don?t want Cade Gonzalez gunning for you, ever.

The fans cheer as Cade drops the mic and rolls out of the ring. ?Rock Star? picks back up on the sound system as Cade makes his way up the ramp, smirking to himself.

Eryk Masters: And here we go? this words between these four were incredible this week. Everyone was talking about this match.

Dutch Harris: But before Masters starts getting too talkative, all four competitors are already in the ring, and we?re off!

The bell sounds and we are underway. Mike Dexter and Dave Marz tie up with a go behind by Marz catching Dexter in a hammerlock. Azraith Demitri and Greyson Blade are going at it with Blade coming off the ropes and leap frog by Demitri. Demitri comes off the opposite side ropes catching Blade with a shoulder tackle tacking him down to the mat with a thud. Back to Dexter and Marz who are exchanging rights and lefts neither man getting a clear cut advantage until Dexter catches Marz with a knee to the midsection followed by double under hook suplex. Dexter goes for the early cover but the referee only can get a 1 count before Marz easily kicks out. Dexter picks up Marz catching him with a belly to belly suplex sending him down to the mat. Demitri hits a fireman?s carry gut buster drop following that up with another pin fall attempt. The referee hops into position and goes for the cover this time Dexter comes out of nowhere breaking up the count at only 2. Dexter and Demitri begin to shove one another then Demitri catches him with a Press Slam Backbreaker. Dexter is down on the mat holding his back and head. Demitri comes off the far side ropes catching a baseball sliding dropkick sending Dexter outside the ring. From behind Marz catches Blade picking him up in the air, but Blade floats over top catching Marz with an Inverted face lock DDT. He floats over on top of Marz, but Marz kicks out quickly before the referee can even begin to start his count. Marz gets back to his feet and shoves Blade in the chest sending him backwards slightly before both men tie up with a take down as both Blade and Marz begin to brawl on the mat. The crowd gets louder noticing Dexter standing up on the top turnbuckle watching the action inside the ring. He watches finally Blade and Marz are back up to their feet, Dexter comes off with an asi moon sault onto Blade and Marz sending all three men down to the mat motionless.

Dutch Harris: I think this is certainly one hell of a match.

Eryk Masters: Indeed it is. I think these 4 men are giving it all they have.

Demitri is slowly making his way to his feet outside the ring shaking out the remaining cobwebs until finally shaking out the remaining cobwebs reaching under the ring apron pulling out a stop sign, then he tosses a kendo stick in as well. Demitri slides under the bottom rope reaching for the kendo stick taking it in hand and he begins to twirl it around watching the three men barely moving much at all. He reaches down picking up Blade sending him into the ropes he winds up and swings the kendo stick like a baseball bat right to the head of Blade busting him wide open. Marz is back up inside the ring he picks up the stop sign tossing it at Dexter following it up with a dropkick to the face sending Dexter down hard busting him open as well. Marz tosses the stop sign to the mat then hooks Dexter's far leg calling for the referee to begin to make the count. The referee makes it only up to 2 before the count is broken up by Blade. Demitri catches Blade from behind with a belly to back suplex onto the stop sign cracking his head on the sign. Demitri picks up Blade and follows it up with a death valley driver onto the stop sign. Demitri notices out of the corner of his eye that Dexter is coming towards him catching him with a crucifix ddt onto the stop sign. Marz from out of nowhere has a chair smashing it right up side the head of Demitri who staggers to one side.

Dutch Harris: What impact look at the chair. It has an imprint of of Demitri?s face.

Eryk Masters: Better him than me.

Marz catches Demitri with a full nelson face slam sending Demitri down hard. Marz goes off the ropes hitting a neck snap on Demitri who holds his neck rolling around on the mat in pain. Marz begins to go over towards Demitri, but is caught with a flying forearm from Dexter sending Marz down hard to the mat and onto the chair still inside the ring. Dexter tosses Marz into the ropes catching him with an ultimate belly to belly suplex with taunt. Dexter reaches down picking up the legs of Marz hooking him in the sharpshooter right in the center of the ring cinching it down tightly. Demitri is back up on his feet clutching a steel chair in hand drilling Dexter in the back of the head knocking him out unconscious. Dexter falls lifelessly to the mat Demitri goes in for the cover Dexter kicks out before the count of 3, but just barely. Demitri is back up picking up Dexter catching him with an Osaka cutter. Demitri gets to his feet, but shockingly Marz is back up catching Demitri in a dragon sleeper taking Demitri down to the mat wrapping his legs around Demitri?s midsection.

Dutch Harris: Demitri looks like he is in a bad way.

Eryk Masters: The more he fights it the harder it will be cinched in.

Blade goes over covering Dexter noticing the other two men are involved with one another and not paying attention to him. The referee gets into position to make the cover and gets a long 2 count before Dexter kicks out. Demitri fighting out of the dragon sleeper he gets to his feet catching Marz with a jawbreaker sending them both down to the mat breathing heavily. Blade irish whips Dexter into the far side ropes, Dexter comes off ducking under the clothesline attempt from Blade. Dexter comes off with a kick to the midsection followed up with Russian leg sweep then he floats over on top of Blade going for the cover the referee hops over both men and begins his count.

1..

2..

3..no

Dutch Harris: That was extremely close.

Blade kicks out right before the referee?s hand hits the mat for the count of 3. Demitri is back up on his feet just waiting and watching as Blade gets up to his feet he is tapped on the shoulder. He turns around catching him in a press slam back breaker sending Blade out and through the ropes. Demitri spins Dexter hitting him with reverse suplex lifting him up into a modified fisherman?s ddt. Demitri signals to the crowd that its time for the end. Demitri picks up Dexter holding him high in the air then he kneels down driving the base of Dexter?s neck and head on to his knee. Demitri then yells to the referee to make the count getting the 1, 2,3!

Greyson Blade is back up, and more importantly, he?s carrying a sledgehammer. He taps the head on the steel steps and then enters the ring.

Eryk Masters: This guy does not look happy.

Dutch Harris: After what has happened this week, can you blame him?

Blade paces around the ring a few moments, and then reaches outside the ring to get a mic. He steps back into the center of the ring and amidst the booing he begins to speak.

Greyson: Not that I?m normally this blunt, but let?s cut the chase right here and right now. Marcus Mirage, get your ass out here ? NOW!

Blade points to the back with the sledgehammer and with that ?Resurrection? by Fear Factory hits, and Marcus Mirage makes his way towards the ring, a look of disgust on his face. Walks to the ring with a purpose, and after he arrives to the ring, he slides inside and walks right up to the Anti-Christ, Superstar. The music stops, and Blade rubs his fingers across his jaw.

Greyson: Marcus, Marcus, Marcus ? it really is good to see you showed up tonight. It always is a pleasure doing business with a man of his word.

Mirage stares hard at Blade, and then goes and gets a mic from the outside.

Mirage: Look Blade, cut the crap alright ? if you have something to say to me here and now, just say it.

Blade walks right up to Mirage, and gets right in his face.

Greyson: Like I said before you so rudely interrupted ? Marcus ? it WAS a pleasure doing business with you, but our deal is at a fucking end. The fact of the matter is you?ve done nothing but fucking hold me bad and make me look like shit. From day one it was me who carried Pure Evil ? because I am Pure Evil. When it was supposed to be US versus Boyer and Cronos ? you never showed your face ? and you left me high and dry. At MOTM you didn?t do a damn thing to help me .. or the week after against Azraith ? and especially not tonight. I?M TIRED OF FUCKING CARRYING YOUR DEAD WEIGHT MARCUS ? YOU?RE NOTHING BUT A USELESS PARASITE, AND I?M FINISHED WITH YOU!

Mirage begins shouting back at him.

Mirage: DON?T YOU FUCKING DARE KID ? DON?T YOU FUCKING DARE. I?M A GODDAMN LEGEND HERE ? WITH MY NAME YOU MADE IT TO MOTM ? YOU GOT THE CHANCE TO BE IN THE SAME RING AS CRONOS AND BOYER ? WITHOUT ME YOU?D BE BEGGING FOR A SPOT ? GIVING FUCKING HANDJOBS FOR THE CHANCE. YOU THINK I?M USELESS ? THEN FUCK YOU KID ? I?LL SHOW YOU HOW USELESS I AM RIGHT NOW!

Marcus tosses off his leather jacket, and drops the mic.

Dutch Harris: Blade has a sledgehammer and Mirage is about to throw down ? HE?S INSANE!

Suddenly, as things are about to explode, ?Shoot Me Again? by Metallica hits, and Azraith DeMitri rushes to the ring, his trenchcoat billowing up as he runs. He slides in the ring, smirking at Greyson ? and points. He looks over at Mirage and nods. Both men begin closing in ?

Eryk Masters: It appears that the man who prides himself on playing the game has been completely outplayed. Even with the sledgehammer he can only take one of them now! Blade is heading for the corner ? trying to get to the ropes. MIRAGE CHARGES!

Mirage charges and ducks the first sledgehammer shot. He knocks it from Blade?s hand, and begins pummeling Blade in the face. And then he notices Blade ? laughing.

Dutch Harris: This kid is sick! He?s laughing, and Azraith has the sledgehammer! He?s right over Blade?s face, and Mirage is screaming at Blade and motioning for DeMitri to finish the job!

Azraith rears back ? and drives the head right into Mirage?s face. Mirage flies back from the blow as blood begins spurting up from the wounds. He clutches and writhes on the mat like a wounded animal as he screams.

Eryk Masters: HOLY SHIT! AZRAITH IS ATTACKING MIRAGE ? BUT WHY?WHY!

Blade leans up and laughs shaking his head as Azraith approaches the wounded man, and then drives the sledgehammer head into his sternum. He scoops him up in his arms, and then delivers a crisp smirking revenge (powerslam into the buckle and then rebounding into a Michinoku Driver). Blade smiles at Azraith who exits the ring, and then slides a chair inside the ring, before going to the mats on the outside and begins pulling them back to expose the concrete.

Dutch Harris: It doesn?t matter why now Eryk ? only that it?s happening. Azraith has those mats moved and now Blade has the chair ? he sets it up, and there?s a high angle chokeslam into the chair! Mirage is done dammit ? he?s done.

Blade isn?t finished however, he pulls Mirage to the buckles, and begins taking him up. The fans look on in horror as they?ve seen this before delivered to Cronos. Blade positions him and ?..

Eryk Masters: NOOOOOOO! HE?S GOING ? HE HIT THE TIGER DRIVER TO THE DAMN CONCRETE FROM THE TOP! Azraith and Blade now on the outside taunting the fallen Mirage ? he?s neck might be broken! Someone get them off him!

Dutch Harris: Here comes the security detail! They?re trying to pull them off Mirage, but both Azraith and Greyson are laying in the boots! Looks like they have both men now headed up the rampway ? and they?re both laughing! This is completely sick ? and more than that ? why did Azraith help The Heartless Bastard ?

Azraith and Greyson stop at the top of the rampway, where Azraith opens up the trenchcoat. He allows it to fall off his shoulders ? revealing a black shirt with red letters ? reading ?Pure Evil.? With that, Blade and DeMitri shake hands ? and head for the back.

?Slow Burn? by David Bowie begins to emanate over the loudpspearks, drawing quite a mixed reaction from the crowd, as Jonny Johnson appears on the ramp.

Samantha Coil: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois? he stands in at six feet, four inches? he weighs in at two hundred, twenty eight pounds? he is the DEFILER, JONNY JOHNSON!!!

Jonny climbs into the ring, and poses for the crowd. Flash bulbs go off, and the music dies down. Johnson moves to his corner and awaits the arrival of X-Calibur.

Replacing the sounds of David Bowie, ?Did My Time? by Korn plays, and X-Calibur walks out, amidst the cheers of the San Jose crowd. He stands atop the ramp, and stretches his arms out to his side.

Samantha Coil: And now, from Lost River, Pennsylvania? standing in at six feet, two inches, and weighing in at two hundred, forty two pounds, he is? X-CALIBUR!!!

Eryk Masters: This?ll be good.

Dutch Harris: Maybe.

We start off, standard collar and elbow tie up. X, the bigger man, forces Jonny into the corner, and referee Neal Keenen gets in to break the two up. X relents, throwing his arms up, and Jonny Johnson quickly gets X with a drop toe hold, driving his face into the bottom turnbuckle. Johnson quickly follows up with a light kick to the back of X?s dome, drawing a slight boo from the crowd. Smugly, Jonny steps away from X, and begins to taunt the crowd, drawing more negative energy from them. X pushes himself up, and brings himself back to a vertical position. He begins to saunter towards the Defiler, who begs off. X grabs ahold of Johnson?s hair, getting a warning from the referee. He holds his right fist in the air, and the crowd cheers. As soon as that happens though, Jonny slips under X?s arm, and out of his grip. He goes behind, and pushes X-Calibur to the rope. He performs a back somersault, and then goes after X, hitting him with a clothesline.

Eryk Masters: Jonny Johnson?s already showing off his creative side.

Dutch Harris: That?s creative? Yeah, okay?

Jonny follows up by bringing X-Calibur back to his feet. Jonny bounces off the ropes, and attempts a bulldog, but instead, X picks him up and drives him down with a sidewalk slam. X covers, and Keenen hits the mat for a two count, before Jonny Johnson kicks out. X shakes off whatever cobwebs he had from the clothesline and gets back up. Johnson is slower to get back up, which serves as an advantage for X. Jonny gets up, to be met with some stiff right hands courtesy of X-Cal. Jonny?s head is rocked, and X continues the assault. Finally, he bodyslams the Defiler, and drops an elbow across Jonny?s windpipe. Jonny gasps out for breath, and X-Calibur covers again.
Eryk Masters: X with a quick cover?

1?

2?

KICKOUT.

Dutch Harris: Jonny with a quick kickout. You know, this is already a pretty fast paced match. I wonder if they can keep this up.

Johnson kicks out with a fair amount of power. X is up now, and Jonny is on his way to a vertical base. X-Cal tries for another right hand, but it gets blocked by Jonny Johnson, who then executes an arm drag. Keeping the arm, Jonny brings X back to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Jonny hits the mat, X runs over him, bounces off the other ropes, in time for Jonny Johnson to pop up and boot X-Calibur in the stomach. X doubles over, and Jonny comes in, delivering a neckbreaker, with a fair amount of snap to it, and he covers.

Eryk Masters: Wow. That was a QUICK neckbreaker. X?s neck has GOT to be hurting after that one.

1?

2?

KICKOUT.

Dutch Harris: Oh come on . You had to know X would kick out of that. It?s X, and he?s Jonny. Simple as that.

X kicks out, with a little less power than one would expect. He?s winded from the neckbreaker and the last series of moves. Jonny on the other hand, is back to his feet. As X is getting to one knee and then back to his feet, Jonny runs to opposite rope, and executes a picture perfect moonsault from the second rope. However, X catches him, and brings him down, hard, onto his back. And both men are down. Neal Keenen has quickly started the mandatory count, but X is already back to one knee when the count hits three. X goes over and picks Jonny up by the hair again, but Johnson being the resilient man that he is, begins to hit X with lefts and rights to the gut, knocking X-Calibur from his gameplan. Jonny hits a quick European uppercut, and X?s head rocks back. From there, Jonny boots X in the stomach, and DDTs him flat onto the mat, with what could almost be considered a bit of a spike.

Dutch Harris: OUCH. Even for Jonny Johnson, that?s a VICIOUS move. Just?

Eryk Masters: Ouch?

Dutch Harris: Yeah, ouch. Just ouch.

The crowd goes ?Oooo? as Jonny Johnson begins to climb to the top rope, looking to perform a high risk maneuver. He takes a page out of the Macho Man?s book, and comes flying off the turnbuckle with a beautiful elbow drop. Not stopping there, he gets X to his feet, and whips him into the corner. Jonny follows X-Calibur in, and hits him with a clothesline. Not wanting X to move, Jonny begins to knife edge X-Calibur in the corner, drawing the industry standard ?WOO!? from the crowd. Jonny?s soon had his fill of that, and he lets X slump down in the corner, while he poses on the second turnbuckle, over the dazed X-Calibur.

Eryk Masters: Heh, X is in a bad way right now. He needs to snap out of it, or he?s going to be beaten, and beaten soundly. Very soundly.

Dutch Harris: You?re kidding yourself. He won?t be beaten soundly. Not at all. He?s X-Calibur.

However, Jonny quickly finds himself in a bad way, as X gets up, and pulls Jonny down into a hard sitout powerbomb. X holds him for the cover.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE- KICKOUT.

Dutch Harris: I think I?m hyperventilating. How the hell did Jonny kick out of that?

Eryk Masters: I think it?s because he?s awesome.

Dutch Harris: I hear you like men?

Jonny BARELY kicks out of that desperation move, and now both men are hurt. X has the benefit of the ring ropes, as he uses them for leverage, to get back to his feet. He sees Jonny still down, and goes over to pick him up. He grabs ahold of his hair, and brings him to his feet. Not thinking twice, X goes for the X-Terminator, only to have Jonny Johnson push X away, back into that corner. With one knife edge chop, Jonny is back to his senses sort of. Using his upper body strength, he lifts X-Calibur to the top turnbuckle. Once X gets seated on the turnbuckle, Jonny follows him, keeping X dazed by driving forearms into X-Calibur?s head.

Eryk Masters: Jonny is just getting MEAN here. Those forearms into the face? Just mean.

Dutch Harris: And I DON?T LIKE IT!

Eryk Masters: You know I hate you, right?

X is now seated on the top turnbuckle, and Jonny is driving forearms into his head like a crazy man. Finally, Johnson wraps a front facelock and brings X down with a NASTY DDT from the top rope. X looks like he?s legitimately out cold, and Johnson goes to the top once again, using his adrenaline to get to that point. He comes off the turnbuckle with the Encore, his leg drop from the top. X?s body convulses on impact, and Johnson goes for the cover.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE-NOOOO!!!

Eryk Masters: JEEZ, X is CRAZY. HOW is he kicking out?

Dutch Harris: Well? it?s called? not being beaten.

Eryk Masters: Yet.

X, with whatever presence of mind he has left, puts a foot on the rope, causing Neal Keenen to stop the count. This frustrates Jonny Johnson, who gets into Neal Keenen?s face, and the crowd boos furiously. Jonny picks up X, and talks some trash to him, right before whipping him into the ropes. X comes off, and Jonny comes off with a flying elbow, which not only sounds like he broke his jaw, but it rocks X and sends him to the ground. Jonny is unrelenting, as he picks X back up, and shouts out ?You should be LOVING me for this!? Quickly, Jonny has X doubled over once more, as he chooses to take X?s head off once more, with a spinning heel kick. Spit flies from X?s mouth, but Jonny shows signs of not being finished yet.

Dutch Harris: GOD that was MEAN. A VICIOUS spinning heel kick, and X looks like he?s seeing stars.

Eryk Masters: I think you?re starting to come over to the darkside.

Dutch Harris: Shut up.

He smirks, almost callously, and picks X up once more. This time, he locks on the chickenwing, but instead of holding it like normal, he just follows through with a quick roll of the dice, and completes the Demoralization Process. X is down for the count, and Jonny covers, as the crowd boos.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Dutch Harris: X-Calibur and Jonny Johnson had a hell of a battle here tonight.

Eryk Masters: They certainly did that.

Dutch Harris: Hold on a minute, what?s going on? the crowd is reacting like they see something we don?t.

Eryk Masters: I think that?s Lonewolf coming over the railing and into the ring!!

Dutch Harris: X doesn?t look like he knows what is happening! He is still groggy from the match with Jonny.

Dutch Harris: Hold on a second, Lonewolf is sliding into the ring what is he going to do now?

Eryk Masters: Turn around X, come on turn around!!

Dutch Harris: The crowd is definitely trying to help X, but he is to out of it right now to understand what?s going on.

Eryk Masters: Lonewolf walks up behind X standing there for a few moments then he taps X on the shoulder.

Dutch Harris: X looks like he is going to slowly turn around. Oh, damn Lonewolf caught him in the gut with a kick then hits him with the Code Blue!!!

Eryk Masters: I can?t help but wonder if X is even conscious after that impact.

Dutch Harris: Lonewolf is walking out towards the ringside table reaching for the Iron Fist title and a microphone.

Eryk Masters: What is he going to do now? Steal the Iron Fist title?

Dutch Harris: Who knows what Lonewolf is thinking right now.

Lonewolf looks at the belt in his hand then places it over his shoulder. He brings the mic up to his mouth which brings a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Lonewolf: X-Calibur you had a heck of a battle out here tonight. But, you see you forgot one thing I am going to tell you this I watch your every move. Just lying in wait for that time when I will make you realize that underestimating me will be the biggest mistake you?ll ever make in your entire career.

Lonewolf takes the Iron Fist Title holds it in his hands stares at it for a moment then continues.

Lonewolf: X-Calibur I could steal this title tonight and you couldn?t do anything at all about it since your out like a light. But, something I?m not is a thief. I hold in my hands the thing you hold most dear. You see it won?t be long now until I leave you tired, bloody and beaten and belt less. So X remember the way you feel right now because it will be much of the same when we meet once more. Then you?ll be saying I told you so.

Lonewolf takes the belt and lays it across the fallen body of X-Calibur then spits on him followed by placing his foot on his chest playing to the crowd. Lonewolf dodges a few of the trash that is thrown into the ring. Leaving a pile of trash around his feet.

Jonny Johnson is back in the ring?

Eryk Masters: What the hell is he still doing here?

Dutch Harris: I have no idea?

Johnson begins to circle around X?s fallen body. He?s looking, and he smiles. He makes an expression as though he?s just gotten an idea. A moment of inspiration, if you will. He looks at X, almost sadly, and then digs into his pocket?

Dutch Harris: What?s he got in his pocket?

Eryk Masters: Maybe we?ll find out, if you shut up.

Dutch Harris: I don?t know.. I don?t think I like this.

From his pocket, Jonny Johnson pulls? a black Sharpie ?. The crowd BOOS FURIOUSLY at Jonny?s mock, and then they boo louder even more, when Johnson pulls the cap off.

Eryk Masters: HA! I LIKE IT!

Dutch Harris: Oh no?

Johnson proceeds to sign X-Calibur.

Cronos Diamante: I have Del exactly where I want him. He can't beat me. I poured my heart into this. I want that Championship too bad. I deserve it!

Cronos breaks his stare of fire from the mirror and picks up the duffle bag he took home with him when he was honorably discharged from the ARMY.

Eryk Masters: The fuck does Cronos have that ugly duffle bag with him for? I've never seen him carry that thing around with him in my life.

Cronos quickly, as if it were second nature, begins pulling articles of clothing out of the bag and placing them in neat little rows on the couch in his locker room. Classified in pants, shirts, socks and delicates. That is until he found what he was looking for.

Dutch Harris: I'll tell you why, you nitwit. Because that man hasn't given a shit until now. Back when SHOOT was young and still in the underground scene, he carried that everywhere. And he wore THOSE!

Cronos pulls on his Olive BDU's, standard ARMY camoflauge and sits down in a chair placed directly in the middle of the room. He pulls his slightly modified combat boots with him and quickly puts them on, tying them up quickly.

Eryk Masters: So if you're so smart Dutch then what's the story on those combat boots? Why does he have three crosses on each boot heel?

Cronos stands from the chair, bringing a couple fingers to the scar over his eyes, given by Mirage, as he stares at his war torn body.

Dutch Harris: The two little crucifixes stand for the times he crucified OutKast and Shaolin. The bigger one, I don't know. Nobody knows but Cronos. What I do know is Carver is going to kick his wannabe Devil ass all over the place. Guy should open up his own church and worship himself with how often he calls himself the Devil.

Cronos grins at the Crow tatoo staring him right in the face. He takes one last look in the mirror and hears the voice of another man in his locker room, even though he doesn't seem too concerned.

Man's Voice: You and I have worked too hard for you to not take this one over the top, Mario. Go out there and take it to Del like you've taken it to anybody in your life. You have it in you to win. Bring the De...

Cronos swiftly turns around to the man behind him, sitting on the one side of the couch out of the camera's view.

Cronos Diamante: No. No Devil's, no God's, no Saints, no Demons, no Angels. You do what you are, man. And I'm no Devil. I may not be the most likeable person out there but I'm sick of running with the Devil moniker. Taurus called me that when I made him cry and it stuck. But he's not here anymore. Therefore... That's gone.

Eryk Masters: Who the hell is that in the locker room with him?

Man's Voice: But, Mario...

Dutch Harris: I don't know but it sounds familiar. It's probably some gay lover of his. Cronos is one sick puppy, ya know?

Cronos Diamante: But nothing! I didn't call myself the Devil once this week. And do you know why? Because I'm not a Devil. There are only men in this business being who they are. And I'm a brutal asshole. Nothing more. Now if you'll excuse me. It's time to do what I am and take that title from Del.

Cronos storms out of his locker room, on his way to the Gorilla Press area when he runs into two men that earlier on took a hell of a beating to Marcus Mirage. Greyson Blade and Azraith. Greyson and Cronos lock eyes but soon after grin at one another and a pat on the back Cronos is given from one Greyson Blade.

Greyson Blade: Good luck, Cronos. You won't need it but a formality is a given. You do look battle ready afterall.

Greyson grins as he pats both men on the back and storms by them, not even angered that he ran into the man that stole his child.

Eryk Masters: What the fuck was that about? Greyson stole Cronos' child. He hurt him and put him in the hospital. And he didn't even get mad? Something is not right with this picture. And I like it!

Dutch Harris: Who cares what you like? What I like is Del Carver vs. Cronos Diamante being right now. Nobody cares about Cronos' side dealings, Eryk. They only care about seeing him get the putty knocked out of him.

Eryk Masters: The putty? Hahaha. You crack me up, Dutch. You really do.

The arena is buzzing with excitement as the fans await the Main Event. Samantha waits patiently in the middle of the ring with the microphone, as a spotlight swings across the crowd.

?Crashing Around You? by Machine Head breaks the silence. The fans turn and look towards the runway, as Cronos Diamante steps into the spotlight, and calmly starts to walk to the ring. Cronos looks calm and focused, and has no visible expression, with a stone-faced demeanour. The reaction of the fans towards Cronos is decidedly mixed, there are quite a few boos, although there are some cheers out of respect for the Hall Of Famer. Cronos calmly walks down the aisle, and climbs into the ring, as his music continues to play. Cronos heads to the corner, and does some light stretches, waiting patiently.

?Stillborn? by Black Label Society cuts in, as the fans cheer. The spotlight slowly sweeps the crowd, and stops in the upper deck, where Diamond Del Carver stands amongst a crowd of his fans. Del is wearing a plain white sleeveless T-Shirt, and has the Shoot Project World Heavyweight Championship Title Belt around his waist. Del is otherwise decked out in his usual attire.

Del starts to make his way through the capacity crowd, exchanging hi-fives with many of the people who reach out to him. Many of the fans slap Carver on the back, as he snakes through the crowd, and works his way down towards the security barrier. As ?Stillborn? continues to play, Del leaps over the crowd barrier and rolls into the ring. Del removes his Belt, and holds it high over his head to the cheers of the fans. Cronos remains still in his corner, and stares a hole through Carver, who slings the belt over his shoulder and takes his place in the opposite corner.

Carver's music fades, and the bell rings three times slowly to get the attention of the rabid crowd. The spotlight hits Samantha.

Samantha: ?Ladies and Gentlemen: THIS is your MAIN EVENT for the evening, and is for the SHOOT PROJECT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!?

The fans cheer loudly...

Samantha: ?Introducing in the corner to my left, the CHALLENGER! Hailing from The Bronx, New York, he stands 6 feet 3 inches tall, and weighs 287 pounds. He is a inductee into the Shoot Project HALL OF FAME...this is CRONOS ?THE DEVIL? DIAMANTE!?

Cronos continues to stare directly at Del Carver with a deadly glare, and does not acknowledge the announcement of his name.

Samantha: ?His opponent in the corner to my right, is the current reigning and defending Shoot Project World Heavyweight Champion! Hailing from Jackson, Mississippi he stands 6 feet tall and weighs 245 pounds, this is ?The Hardcore Outlaw? DIAMOND DEL CARVER!?

Carver grins and raises his arm over his head, as the fans cheer.

Samantha: ?And NOW, introducing the SPECIAL REFEREE for this match!?

"Anxiety" by The Black Eyed Peas hits the arena.

The fans respond with their usual chorus of boos as Christopher Davis makes his way to the ring. Davis is dressed in the standard striped referee shirt, black shorts and boots, and strides to the ring seemingly without a care in the world.

Both Cronos and Del Carver stare at the man known simply as Enigma, as he plays up to the crowd. He hops on the ring apron and looks to either side of him at the sneering crowd. Finally he raises both of his arms to the side and smirks at the response.

Finally he enters the ring.

Eryk Masters: ?Well it appears that our referee has "finally" made it into the ring.?

Dutch Harris: ?Well you know that Enigma is all about the entrance. It appears that he has a little something to say as well.?

As Dutch points out, Enigma stands in the middle of the ring and takes the microphone from Samantha.

Enigma: ?If I could have both of you gentlemen in the center of the ring please.?

Both Cronos and Del Carver hesitate, as Enigma beckons them. However after a moment, both men make their way to the center of the ring.

Enigma: ?Now, listen gentlemen I want a clean contest here. I'm not gonna stand for any shenanigans out of either of you.?

Enigma turns towards Del Carver.

Enigma: ?I especially got my eye on you Carver. Any sign of that "special" glove of yours and this match is over.?

The fans erupt into boos, and Enigma holds his hand out. Del stares at Enigma for a long moment, and then finally shrugs, and reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and pulls out his black glove, wrapped in barbed wire. Enigma takes the glove carefully, and throws it over the top rope to the outside, where the time keeper carefully picks it up, and places it on the table.

Del Carver glares at Enigma, who shakes it off and continues to speak.

Enigma: ?And as for those oh so famous "ref" bumps that seem to happen far too frequently, well we're not having any of that shit either. I'm telling you boys, anything out of the ordinary goes down here tonight and I'll stop this match and disqualify the both of you. Understand??

No one moves or says anything.

Enigma: ?Maybe you didn't hear me...I said...Do you both UNDERSTAND??

Cronos and Carver only nod.

Dutch Harris: ?Man, the tension inside that ring is tremendous.?

Eryk Masters: ?Yes it is. Cronos and Carver have gone at each other tooth and nail this week. Then you throw in Enigma and this one has the makings of a classic. I gotta say...?

Dutch Harris: ?No...you really don't have to say it.?

Enigma: ?Alright Del boy, if you'll just hand that belt over...much like you'll be doing at Under Siege IF you survive tonight, we can get this under way.?

Del Carver continues to glare at Enigma as he slowly removes the SHOOT World title from over his shoulder. Enigma reaches out to take the belt.

Del Carver: ?Enjoy this. It's the closest you're ever going to come to touching this belt.?

The smirk that was once on the face of Enigma is gone. He glares at Del Carver himself. Growing more irritated by the moment Cronos interjects.

Cronos: ?If you boys wanna have a fucking pissing contest, do it on your own time. Right now I got a title to win. So let's get this shit started.?

Enigma takes the belt from Carver and raises it above his head. He then hands it to Samantha, who exits the ring and takes her seat at ringside. Enigma calls for the bell.

Dutch Harris: ?Here we go ladies and gentlemen...?

Cronos leaps into the air, with a spinning roundhouse kick. Del Carver tries to turn, but is caught by surprise, and the kick catches him right in the left shoulder. Carver hits the mat. Del starts to get up, but Cronos circles around in front of him, and plants a lightening quick kick right into Carver's left shoulder.

Del Carver had been trying to get up, but when Cronos connected with his kick, Carver could no longer support his weight and crashed face first to the mat. Cronos picks his spot, measures Carver off, and starts to brutally stomp as hard as he can on Carver's shoulder. Del Carver tries to crawl away, but the Hall Of Famer is relentless as he repeatedly drives his foot right into the muscle of the champion's left shoulder.

Finally, Cronos stops kicking, and backs up. He circles behind Del Carver, and slaps on a rear waistlock, as if he is about to execute a German Suplex. Diamante hoists Carver into the air, however instead of firing him backwards in a suplex, he throws his off to the side, in an amateur wrestling take down, landing Carver right on top of his left shoulder...again.

Dutch Harris: ?I had no idea that Cronos knew amateur wrestling takedowns!?

Eryk Masters: ?I guess Diamante is just FULL of surprises!?

Carver screams in pain, as Cronos releases the waistlock, and circles behind the champion again. Del slowly starts to get to his feet, and Cronos immediately slaps on the waistlock, and repeats the same combination takedown beal throw, landing Carver on his left shoulder again.

As Del Carver lies on his front, kicking his legs in pain, Cronos deftly floats over, and applies a front face lock. Cronos bears down hard, grinding the hold in with all of his might. Del Carver is lying on his face, and Cronos is crouched over top of him, with the solid facelock slapped on.

As the fans clap their hands and stomp their feet, Cronos keeps the facelock on, but pushes his lower body up into the air, and then comes crashing down, knee first, right on Carver's left shoulder. Even though Del Carver is being held face down, you can hear his muffled scream from the pain in his shoulder.

Dutch Harris: ?Man, you get a 280 pound guy driving his knee into your shoulder?you?re going to feel it brother!?

Eryk Masters: ?Cronos is showing the world why he is a submission master right now??

Cronos keeps the facelock on tight, and once again vaults his lower body into the air, driving his knee directly into Carver's left shoulder. Del Carver struggles against the wear down hold, and manages to get to his knees. With a sudden burst of strength, Carver leaps to his feet, which automatically vaults Cronos over his back, in a Northern Lights style back body drop.

Del Carver spins around, lifts his right arm, leaps into the air, and lands an elbow smash across the chest of Cronos Diamante. Carver lays across the chest of the challenger for the cover.

Enigma drops down, and delivers a one count, at which point Cronos kicks out powerfully.

Dutch Harris: ?That count seemed fairly normal. Not too fast, not too slow.?

Eryk Masters: ?I don't think Enigma really cares who wins this match. He knows that whoever it is, he gets his shot in the Main Event of the next Pay Per View. His spot is secure, one way or the other.?

Cronos and Carver both get to their feet at the same time. Cronos reaches out, and grabs Carver by the wrist, and then pulls him in towards him, and drives his own shoulder right into Del Carver's left shoulder...with a short arm shoulder tackle!

Del Carver collapses to the mat, cradling his left shoulder with his right hand. Cronos backs off, and once again starts to lay sharp, swift, repeated kicks into the left shoulder of Del Carver. Carver tries to roll away, but Cronos stays on him.

Cronos steps over Carver with his right foot, blocking Carver and preventing him from rolling any further away, and then with his left foot, he starts to stomp on Carver's left shoulder. Cronos reaches out with his arms, and uses the ropes to steady himself as he repeatedly stamps his foot onto Carver's left shoulder.

Dutch Harris: ?This is brutal violence. Cronos obviously has a game plan, and he is executing it step by brutal step??

Eryk Masters: ?Yeah, and our special guest referee doesn?t look like he is in a big hurry to break it up.?

Finally, Enigma walks up to Cronos, and says something to him. Cronos ignores him, and continues to stomp Carver's shoulder. Enigma says something again, and again Cronos ignores him, continuing his assault. Enigma grabs Cronos' arms, and wrenches them from the top rope, as the fans erupt!

Cronos turn on Enigma, his eyes crazed. For a moment, he just stands there, staring at Enigma. Finally, he shouts something at Davis, however Enigma just smirks and taps the Shoot Project logo on his striped referee shirt. Cronos shakes his head in anger, and turns towards Carver again.

Del Carver is slowly starting to get his feet. Cronos comes up behind him, and grabs Del's right arm. Cronos twists Del's right arm behind him in a standard hammerlock position. Cronos then braces himself behind Carver, and runs, pushing both himself and Del Carver full speed towards the corner turnbuckles.

WHAM!

Dutch Harris: ?Cronos Diamante is like some evil twisted chess master in there??

Eryk Masters: ?Good analogy. He just unfolds his strategy, one crippling move at a time.?

Del Carver collides with the turnbuckles, hitting them left shoulder first. Cronos releases the hammerlock, as Carver screams in pain, and hits the mat again. Cronos stands over Carver, who is now lying on his back. Cronos reaches down, and grabs Del's left wrist. Cronos then places his foot across Del's chest, and pulls upwards as hard as he can on Carver's left arm!

Carver rears his back and screams in agony, shaking his head from the pain, and kicking his legs. Cronos pulls on Carver's left arm with all of his might, continuing to brace himself with his foot across Carver's chest. Cronos leans back as far as he can, stretching Carver's arm out. Del Carver thrashes around violently, trying his best to hang on. In desperation, he reaches out with his free right arm, and grabs the bottom rope. Cronos does not release the hold.

Enigma looks at Carver screaming in pain, as Cronos continues to wrench his left arm and pull back. Enigma shakes his head and laughs, but orders Cronos to break the hold. Cronos shakes his head no. Enigma stops laughing, and points his finger directly into the face of the challenger. Cronos finally complies, and releases Carver.

Dutch Harris: ?Good Lord! If Carver doesn?t have a separated shoulder, I?d be very surprised.?

Eryk Masters: ?If he doesn?t yet, I?m sure Cronos will be more than happy to keep at it until he does??

Carver is laying in a heap, cradling his left shoulder. Cronos grabs Carver by the ankle, and drags him about a third of the way into the middle of the ring, and then stomps on Carver's left shoulder once. Cronos slowly heads to the outside, and up to the top rope.

Cronos measures Carver off, who remains immobile in the ring, and then flies off the top rope, and lands a precision knee drop right across Carver's left shoulder, all the way from the top rope! The fans gasp in shock, as Carver goes through a small convulsion of pain.

Cronos nimbly rolls through, and gets to his feet, and then heads back outside, and to the top again. Cronos leaps from the top again, and is in position to drop another knee, but Carver rolls out of the way!

Dutch Harris: ?Del Carver finally gets something going his way!?

Eryk Masters: ?I think Cronos may have got a bit overconfident there. You?re not going to fool Carver twice with the same move.?

Cronos lands full speed on the mat, knee first! Cronos cusses loudly, and both his hands go to his knee. Carver just lays on his side for a moment, but then slowly struggles to his feet. Del Carver's left arm hangs grotesquely from his side, limp and useless. Carver looks at Cronos, who is starting to get up.

Del Carver rears back, and boots Cronos right in the face with the bottom of his boot. Cronos flies backwards, and Carver leaps into the air, and lands a leg drop across chest of Cronos, and lays over him for the cover.

Enigma drops down for the cover...

One!

Two!

Cronos calmly walks behind Carver, and looks at him carefully. Cronos pulls Carver to his feet by the left arm, and then raises his right hand over his head in a flat edge, and then swiftly and violently chops down across Carver's left shoulder. Del Carver yells in pain, as Cronos again lifts his hand over his head, and chops downward across Carver's shoulder with all his strength. Del Carver falls to his knees in pain, his head hanging.

Dutch Harris: ?More Martial Arts Mastery from Cronos Diamante. Swift and brutal knife edge chops right into Carver?s left shoulder.?

Eryk Masters: ?I have to tell you, Cronos looks real sharp tonight, on his game, better than he has in some time, you can tell the Hall Of Famer is focused, and giving this his best.?

Cronos positions himself behind Carver, by sticking the base of his knee into the champion's spine, and throwing his right arm in a loop over Carver's right shoulder. With his left hand, Cronos forms a ?claw? like poise, and then clamps his hand down right over Del's left shoulder, and digs his fingers right into the pressure points as hard as he can!

Once again, Del Carver screams in agony. Cronos Diamante is holding Del Carver in a sitting position now, and is firmly digging his fingertips into the now bruised shoulder muscles of the champion, using an obvious crippling martial arts submission technique. Del Carver places his free arm over the side of his head, and screams in agony as Cronos sadistically applies intense pressure to the muscles and tendons in Carver's left shoulder.

Enigma slowly saunters over to the two fighters, and drops to one knee in front of Carver. With a huge smirk on his face, Enigma asks Carver if he wants to give up. Carver shakes his head to signify he does not. Carver's head drops down, and it looks as if he may have passed out from the pain. Enigma lifts Carver's arm up, holds it aloft, and then releases it.

It drops once.

Enigma grabs Carver's wrist, and lifts his arm up again, and it falls again. The fans are on their feet, knowing that if Carver's arm drops one more time, Cronos will be declared the winner.

Dutch Harris: ?This could be it! This could be it!?

Eryk Masters: ?If his arm falls one more time?we have a new champion!?

Enigma lifts Carver's arm up, and releases it. Del's arm drops a few inches, but then stays aloft, as the fans erupt. As Cronos bears down as hard as he can, Del slowly struggles to his feet, reaches back, and then throws Cronos into the air with a high hiptoss, breaking the nerve hold.

Cronos hits the mat, and scrambles to his feet, only to be plowed down by a massive clothesline from Carver, with his good arm. Del Carver reaches down, and grabs Cronos by the arm, pulling him to his feet. As Cronos gets up, he fires one of legs up in a graceful savate kick, flooring the champion.

Cronos hoists Del Carver up, and holds him in position for a body slam, but then drops him, left shoulder first across his knee, in a picture perfect shoulder breaker. Carver bounces up upon impact and then hits the mat.

Cronos comes up behind Carver and secures his left arm in a hammerlock, and then with a swift motion, jerks Carver into the air. As the fans cheer in excitement, and flashbulbs pop, Cronos Diamante holds Del Carver over his head, in a firm hammerlock, twisting Carver's battered left shoulder with incredible torque.

Carver screams in almost unbrearable pain, and Enigma stands next to him, asking if he wants to submit. Carver shakes his head. Cronos yells at Enigma to ask again. Enigma gives Cronos a dirty look, and then asks Carver again. Once again the World Champion shakes his head no. Frustrated, Cronos releases Carver and drives him to the mat, face first.

Dutch Harris: ?Oh man! When was the last time you saw a flying hammerlock??

Eryk Masters: ?In Shoot? I don?t think I have seen one! Cronos seems to know every crippling move in the book, and he seems to have invented a few along the way too.?

Cronos grabs Carver's left wrist, and pulls him to his feet. In a swift, sudden motion, Cronos leaps over the top rope, while still holding onto Carver's left arm! Carver's arm grotesquely snaps over the rope, as Cronos lands on the outside! Carver falls backwards, and lies in the ring, holding his arm. Cronos grabs Carver by the ankle, and pulls him out of the ring.

While Carver slumps to the concrete floor, Cronos picks up a steel chair, steadies himself, and swings it at Carver, nailing him across his injured left shoulder. Cronos rears back to hit Carver again, but from above him, inside the ring, Enigma grabs the chair and pulls it out of his hands, as the crowd roars. Enigma opens the chair, and sits down in the ring, waving at Cronos!

Outside the ring, Del Carver stumbles around blindly, holding his left shoulder in pain. Cronos stands behind Del Carver, and then runs, propelling Del Carver shoulder first into the ring post! Carver bounces off the post and collapses to the floor, clutching his shoulder in agony, once again.

Dutch Harris: ?You know, I was going to say that taking Del Carver outside the ring was a big mistake on Cronos Diamante?s part, but so far, it?s working out to the challenger?s advantage!?

Eryk Masters: ?You know what Dutch? I think Cronos was getting a bit frustrated that Carver wouldn?t stay down from all that vicious work on his shoulder.?

Cronos Diamante is relentless, and he pulls Carver to his feet, and grabs him by the wrist, Irish Whipping Carver shoulder first towards the next steel ring post.

Carver reverses!

SMACK! Cronos runs full speed into the ring post, skull first! Cronos stumbles backwards, and an enraged Carver leaps forward, grabs Cronos by the back of the head, and forcibly rams his head against the post a second time!

Cronos is dazed, and Carver goes around front of him, and with his right arm, hiptosses Cronos right over the security barrier?into the crowd! The fans scramble out of the way frantically, as Carver leaps over the barrier himself, and goes after Cronos.

The fans in the first few rows have scattered in all directions, so Carver grabs Cronos by the back of the head, and shoves him violently. Cronos careens into the chairs, knocking them every which way. As the mobile camera follows behind, Diamond Del Carver can be seen cussing like a madman, and going after Cronos. Del Carver grabs a chair, folds it up, and THROWS it at Cronos!

WHAM!

The chair hits Cronos in the head, and he staggers even further back into the crowd. Carver grabs another chair, folds it up, and throws it at Cronos!

WHAM!

The second chair connects, as Cronos Diamante reels around in the crowd like a drunken man. Carver is right behind him, and quickly catches up. Carver makes a fist with his left hand, and rears back to clobber Cronos, but then screams in pain, and drops his left arm limply to his side! Carver instead balls his right hand up, and pounds the staggered Cronos with a closed fist.

Dutch Harris: ?Welcome to Del Carver?s home! The outside of the ring! Population: Cronos!?

Eryk Masters: ?Carver is acting like Bruiser Brody out there, throwing chairs around like a nut?but you saw, he couldn?t even use his left arm, that?s how bad Cronos hurt him!?

As Cronos stumbles backwards, Carver lifts up his left foot, and boots Cronos right in the face. Cronos starts to fall, but with a painful yell, Carver grabs the challenger, and hoists him over head. The fans erupt, as Carver violently bodyslams Cronos onto the concrete floor in the crowd!

Luckily, the mobile camera is right there with Carver and Cronos, so that all the fans at home can see the action. In the arena, the signal is being sent to the ?Jumbotron? message board high above the entranceway, so the fans in attendance can see what is happening.

Back in the ring, Enigma is watching Carver and Cronos brawl way out in the crowd, almost out of sight. Enigma shakes his head and smirks, and then reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a copy the new Shoot Project Newsletter ?Off The Cuff? by Ed Hansen! Enigma puts his feet up on the middle rope, leans back in the chair, and starts to read!

Dutch Harris: ?HAHAHAHA! This is hilarious! I guess Enigma is going to let this go!?

Eryk Masters: ?BRILLIANT! Why wouldn?t he? He has to face either one of these guys, and it?s obvious he doesn?t give a shit about either one, so why will he care if they kill each other? This is great! Hey! As long as they are out there, bring me back some nachos!?

Out in the crowd, Carver and Cronos are now trading punches back and forth. Carver continues to hammer Cronos in the face with his right hand, however now Cronos has began to answer back with wicked knife edge chops across the chest of Carver. The two men are brawling wildly through the crowd, back and forth, as the fans flee out of the way, and security and the camera man scramble after them.

Finally, the two fighters reach the snack bar area, right next to the stairs which lead to the upper level of stands. Carver reaches over, and grabs a large Coke off the counter, and hurls it at Cronos! The drink splatters all over the face of Cronos! Enraged, Cronos grabs a young man who is walking by selling a tray of nachos. Cronos wrenches the tray of nachos out of the boy?s hands, and hurls it at Carver! The tray explodes into Carver?s face, salsa, cheese, and nachos flying everywhere. Carver is blinded.

Cronos picks up the tray, and turns it sideways, and then drives it into Carver?s left shoulder. Carver screams in pain, and stumbles away from Cronos, staggering up the stairs, heading for the second level. Del Carver has both hands over his face, and is frantically trying to clear the cheese and salsa out of his eyes. Del Carver makes it to the landing, right above the snack bar, where the next flight of stairs starts to get to the next level.

Dutch Harris: ?Still want those nachos??

Eryk Masters: ?Nah, after seeing them smeared all over Carver, I think I?ll pass. Where the hell is Carver going? Up stairs??

Cronos catches up with Carver, and rams the steel tray into his shoulder again. Carver screams in pain. Cronos looks around wildly, and then grins evilly. Cronos locks Carver up, and then hip tosses him right over the railing?through the ROOF of the snack bar!

Dutch Harris: ?HOLY FUCKING SHIT!?

Eryk Masters: ?WHAT THE HELL????

With a deafening CRASH, Del Carver falls right through the roof of the concession stand, and lands amidst the drinks and food, dust, food and debris flying everywhere! The fans erupt in a massive cheer of ?HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!? In the ring, Enigma looks up from his newsletter, rolls his eyes, and then goes back to reading.

As the camera tries to get a good shot of Del Carver, who is laying amidst the wreckage of the snack bar, Cronos calmly walks down the stairs and heads towards him. A few helpful fans have helped Del to his feet. There is a huge gash opened on his forehead, and Carver is bleeding liberally down onto his white shirt. Carver stumbles out of the wrecked concession stand, and stands in the crowd, disoriented and dazed.

Dutch Harris: ?That was insane! Diamond Del Carver was just thrown by Cronos off the landing, through the roof of the snack bar! I can honestly say I have never seen anything like that in my entire career.?

Eryk Masters: ?Me either. Although, they should make Carver pay for all that food he wrecked.?

Cronos reaches the area where Del is standing uneasily, wobbling, and dripping blood. For a moment, Cronos just stares at Carver with the tight evil grin on his feet. It looks as if Carver is out on his feet. Cronos holds his hand up?and then suddenly and unexplainably throws a massive FIREBALL at Del Carver!

Carver goes down, in a heap as the amazing and massive fireball hits him directly in the face! The fans scream, as Carver lays on the ground, now with both hands over his face, his legs kicking in pain. Cronos calmly pulls Carver to his feet, and holds him by the back of the head.

The huge crowd of fans part like the Red Sea, as Cronos drags the bloody and semi conscious Del Carver back towards the ringside area. Meanwhile, on the Jumbotron and Television broadcast, a replay of the massive fireball is shown, and the fans once again break out in a deafening ?HOLY SHIT? chant.

Dutch Harris: ?Well, now we know why they call Cronos THE DEVIL!?

Eryk Masters: ?I?ll say. He is one evil, sick, twisted individual, and he is putting Del Carver through HELL, with fire included!?

Cronos has now dragged Del Carver back to the ringside area, and throws him over the security barrier to the concrete outside the ring. Cronos jumps over the barrier, and easily rolls Carver back into the ring. Enigma looks up, yawns theatrically, and gets up. The Number One Contender rolls his newsletter up and sticks it in his back pocket, and then folds the chair up and kicks it outside the ring.

Cronos stands over the bloody and beaten Del Carver, and slowly looks around him, as the fans boo. Cronos leaves the champion in a bloody heap, and walks over to the corner. Cronos grabs the top turnbuckle pad, and violently rips it off, exposing the steel underneath.

Cronos tosses the pad outside the ring, and walks back over to Carver. Cronos pulls Carver to his feet, and sets him up?

Del Carver is still dripping blood, and there is a blackened soot mark around his eyes from Cronos? fireball. Cronos places one hand on Del Carver?s right wrist, and then spins around to whip Del into the exposed steel, left shoulder first.

At the last possible second, Del plants his right foot, and reverses!

Cronos spins forward, and smashes into the exposed steel, face first! Cronos? head snaps back, a spray of blood flying into the air from his forehead! Del Carver throws at rear waistlock on Cronos, and then fires him back in a German Suplex, but then keeps rolling over to that he is sitting on top of Cronos? legs! Cronos is kicking frantically, but Del Carver is sitting on top of him with all of his weight!

Enigma drops down for the cover?

One!

Two!

THREE!

Dutch Harris: ?MY GAWD! Del Carver just smacked Cronos Diamante?s head off that exposed steel and rolled him up in a German Suplex cradle! What a quick move!?

Eryk Masters: ?Del Carver pulled that win out by an inch. An INCH!?

As the fans explode and leap to their feet, the bell rings and Carver?s theme music erupts. Cronos immediately fires his legs forward, shooting Del Carver off of him. Carver collapses on the mat, bloody, beat up, burnt, and exhausted. Cronos leaps to his feet, enraged. Samantha reaches up, and hands Enigma the World Title Belt.

Samantha: ?Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL SHOOT PROJECT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: DIAMOND DEL CARVER!?

As Cronos looks on with an expression of rage and amazement on his face, Enigma helps Del Carver to his feet. Carver stands there unsteadily, dripping blood, as Enigma stares at the World Title Belt for a moment?then he rears back and RAMS it right into Carver?s face!

Carver goes down like a shot, and Enigma lays the belt over Carver?s face, and then begins stomping it into his already bloody head. Cronos starts to walk towards the two men?when suddenly the crowd erupts!

DIE HARD DAVE MARZ slides under the bottom rope, brandishing a steel chair! Marz swings the chair at Enigma, who ducks out of the way, and easily rolls out of the ring. Enigma points at Carver and laughs, and then coolly walks up the aisle. Marz faces off with Diamante, who stares an enraged hole through Die Hard and Diamond Del. Diamante shakes his head contemptuously, and slides out of the ring, shaking his head in disgust. All the way up the aisle, Cronos is muttering curses and shaking his head as he disappears into the back.

The camera goes back to the ring, where Del Carver lays unconscious, with his World Title Belt across his chest, bloody and beaten. Die Hard Dave Marz drops down to one knee and sees to Carver, patting him on the back.

Dutch Harris: ?There?s the winner?if you can call it that.?

Eryk Masters: ?Diamond Del Carver got a first hand tour of hell tonight, courtesy of The Devil himself! Del may have one that battle, but it looks like Cronos won the war!?

The scene fades?