Monday Night

9/15/03
From First Union Arena...

Ben Jackman: You don?t learn do you?

He sends a hard kick right into Thomas? gut, causing him to double over in pain. Jackman then walks a bit down the hall grabbing a steel chair, a look of hatred in his eyes. As Thomas tries to regain strength, Jackman whips the chair at him, the chair making a sickening thud against Thomas? face. Thomas falls to the ground now and Jackman walks right up to him and just starts kicking him mercilessly. Jackman picks up the chair and brings it down repeatedly over the back of Thomas now, nailing his spine over and over and over again. Blood begins to trickle out of Thomas? mouth but Jackman doesn?t quit.

Ben Jackman: Ascension means FUCKING BUSINESS!!!

Thomas tries to get to his feet but Jackman gets right down on him and flips him over onto his back, now he drives fist after fist into Thomas? neck! The fans cannot believe this and asshole chants start up from the ringside area. SHOOT Project security rushes the scene now breaking Ben Jackman away from John Thomas. Jackman however powers through security and goes right back to work on Thomas. He pulls Thomas up to his feet and sets him up for a Blackout Bomb! Security tries to intervene, but Jackman kicks them away. Jackman then drops Thomas on the cold concrete floor planting his face right into the ground! Thomas lays motionless now as Jackman looks at him, breathing heavily.

Ben Jackman: Understood?

And with that, Jackman heads off down the hall, leaving Thomas to be tended to by on coming emergency medical staff.

The sounds of ?Shot Down? by DMX, 50 Cent, and Styles brings the focus back to the ring area. A strobe of lights flash throughout the arena and the Monday Night Big Screen flashes on. We see a candy-apple red Hummer H2 pulls up on 24-inch Sprewell rims. The whole place seems to be vibrating as the truck comes to a stop. The vibrations and loud music stop as both the driver's door and passenger's door swing open. Out of the passenger door comes The Playa, sporting his Oakland Raiders' home jersey, customized to name and number, Slade, #77. He is also sporting a new chain, it reads "TGP". Out of the driver's side, Gangsta steps out dawning the customized away Oakland Raiders' jersey, also with his name and number on the back, Wallace, #76. Gangsta also has his large "G" chain on.

Both men make their way into the arena and backstage. As the two men walk towards the ring area, they turn a corner and someone bumps in between them. Gangsta and The Playa both turn around with grim faces. They look up and notice the man is Mike Dexter. Mike looks at both men and just smirks. Gangsta takes a step towards the man, but The Playa backs him off. Dexter just continues on his way, as Gangsta backs off laughing. The Ghetto Project then pushes past a thick black curtain and step out into the lime light, only to be received by a chorus of boos.

Dutch Harris: Well folks we?re supposed to have us a tag team match right here right now, but the world watched in shock as Ben Jackman YET AGAIN laid out John Thomas? and this puts the SHOOT Project?s resident Detective in a very bad situation.

Eryk Masters: With these two thugs ready to kick in Questian?s face, you?ve got to believe that the so called Answer is back in his locker room hearing the dreaded DUM DUM DUM over and over again.

Dutch Harris: It?s certainly a test for the new superstar, he managed to defeat Gangsta last week, but now it?s a two on one situation, which makes this a whole new battle.

The fans continue to boo as The Ghetto Project struts around, flashing their signs and their golden bling bling. Samantha Coil stands center ring, looking as beautiful as ever.

Samantha Coil: Ladies and Gentlemen tonight?s first contest is set for tag team competition. First on their way to the ring at this time, weighing in at a combined weight of Five Hundred and Five pounds. Here is Gangsta and ?The Playa? Marcus Slade? They are the Ghetto Project!!!

Gangsta and The Playa enter the ring now, busting a move to the beat of their entrance music. The fans boo even louder now, hating the display of cockiness shown by the two members of The Ghetto Project. Their music eventually fades away and is replaced by Joey Deluxe?s ?Undercover.? The fans pop slightly as Mark Questian steps out from behind the back curtain now, receiving some cheering, but being relatively new he doesn?t receive that much fan fare.

Samantha Coil: And their opponents, first making his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds? here is ?The Answer? Mark Questian!

Another small sized pop goes out, and a few fans can even be heard to scream dum dum dum! Questian acknowledges the fans as he raises his hands high up into the air and then brings them down to give a double snapping finger gun, which looks pretty smooth. Questian slowly makes his way up the steel steps and turns back to the entryway now. The crowd goes silent as ?Hey Man Nice Shot? by Filter now starts to play.

Eryk Masters: Questian doesn?t know about Thomas? poor chump.

Dutch Harris: Well his music is playing, but its clearly obvious he isn?t going to be showing up for this match tonight.

Eryk Masters: DUH, Harris? he got destroyed yet again by Ben ?holy shit? Jackman!

The music continues to play for only a few more seconds, but then cuts off, leaving Questian to realize his partner is not going to be showing up. Questian turns his attention to The Ghetto Project now, watching as the two men laugh and taunt him to get into the ring. Referee Zach Dawson motions for Questian to get into the ring and signals for the bell.

Dutch Harris: And this one begins, but Questian seems very hesitant.

Eryk Masters: Yeah he?s Ghetto bait here tonight.

Questian stands now across the ring from Gangsta who looks on with a cocky grin. Questian moves about quickly now as Gangsta comes towards him, dodging his grasp. Finally Questian makes his move lunging at Gangsta?s knee. Gangsta falters slightly and Questian nails a quick short arm clothesline. Gangsta fall to the mat and Questian quickly capitalizes and drops a hard elbow across the throat of Gangsta and makes the first cover of the evening. The referee hits the mat for the count, one two? Gangsta right up to his feet. Questian stays on the offense though bringing Gangsta fully to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. Questian looks to execute a standard dropkick, but Gangsta holds onto the ropes and tag in The Playa. The Playa comes in now and rushes at Questian nailing him with a stiff forearm shot to the jaw. Questian falls into the ropes, his momentum causing him to bounce off of them right into the arms of The Playa. The Playa brings Questian up off the ground and just slams him onto the ground!

Eryk Masters: What a slam by The Playa, and I think The Ghetto Project is going to take Mark Questian to school tonight!

The Playa makes the cover on Questian now and Dawson goes down to make the count. One, Two? Th? no Questian gets the shoulder up. The Playa doesn?t sweat it however and continues to go to work on Questian. He grabs Questian now and swings him into the ropes. Questian comes bouncing back and The Playa goes for a sidekick, but Questian ducks it. The Playa turns around and Questian lands a quick knee to the gut. The Playa slumps over and Questian quickly follows up with a DDT that plants The Playa into the mat. Questian is about to go for the cover, but Gangsta runs into the ring now. Questian gets up to his feet and carries Gangsta?s momentum into a hip toss. Gangsta hits the mat hard, grabbing his back and knee crawling to the corner. Questian turns back to face The Playa now who has made his way into another corner. Questian sizes him up and the fans begin to cheer.

Dutch Harris: Perhaps you spoke too soon, Eryk? the tables have turned in Mark Questian?s favor here!

The Playa gets to his feet and as he turns around, Questian nails a drop kick to his knees. As The Playa slumps, Questian manages to scoop him up and place him upside down against the ring post. He starts to back up and he points to The Playa with enthusiasm.

Eryk Masters: What?s he doing now?

Questian rips off his ?The Answer? Sleeveless T-shirt and continues to point at The Playa.

Mark Questian: DUM DUM FREAKING DUM!!

Some of the fans shout along with him as he runs towards The Playa and lands a double footed seated kick to the face and upper chest! The Playa falls over forward, landing on his face now, his stomach on the mat. Questian quickly gets up to his feet now, only to be turned around by Gangsta. Questian is caught off guard and Gangsta Irish whips into the ropes and follows through with a hard punch into Questian?s gut. Questian slumps over now and Gangsta nails him with a double underhook suplex! Questian hits the mat hard, and referee Zach Dawson regains control of the match, forcing Gangsta out of the ring. With the referee no longer paying attention, The Playa pulls a gold chain out of his pants pocket. Some of the fans catch this, and quickly the word spreads throughout the arena.

Dutch Harris: And what?s Marcus got in his hand? Hey he?s got a gold chain wrapped around his fist!

Eryk Masters: If the ref don?t see it, then it?s not illegal, Dutch! Come on you?ve been in the ring you should know better.

Dutch Harris: Questian slowly getting up, moving into a worse situation as The Playa conceals the weapon.

Eryk Masters: Questian up? here it comes!

Questian slowly regains composure as he gets to his feet and turns around. Gangsta continues to argue with the referee as The Playa winds up to nail Questian. Questian however catches The Playa right out of the corner of his eye. The Playa swings at Questian who quickly ducks down. The Playa swings through, turning his back to Questian, and Questian takes full advantage of it, locking The Playa into a sleeper hold! The fans start to cheer loudly now.

Dutch Harris: Could this be it? He?s got him in the sleeper hold?. And HE DROPS HIM. The Interrogation right there and Mark Questian could take this thing two against one!

Eryk Masters: No The Playa is a tough S.O.B?. Questian is? well DUMB!

Gangsta jumps down off of the apron now as he sees Questian just hit his finisher. The referee turns around to see Questian making the pin, and goes down onto the mat to make the count.

One? Two? Three? NO! CHAIR SHOT breaks up the count! Gangsta nails Questian in the back with a steel chair and referee Zach Dawson gets to his feet to signal for the bell. Gangsta turns around and just nails the referee with the chair taking him out as well. The fans begin to boo as Gangsta continues to beat down on Mark Questian, stomping on him with vicious force.

Dutch Harris: Well this match is over, Mark Questian takes the victory by disqualification, but he?s not going to be able to walk out of here on his own if Gangsta continues this beat down.

Eryk Masters: I LIKE IT!

Dutch Harris: Of course you would?

The Playa gets up to his feet now, still groggy from feeling the effects of The Interrogation. He gets to his feet and grabs Mark Questian by the arms and hoists him up onto his feet and swings him into the ropes, as Questian moves towards the ropes, he falls flat on his face, not having enough energy to even remain on his feet, The Playa stomps his foot as Gangsta goes for another punch. Gangsta lifts Questian up and hoist him on his shoulders. As he is ready to follow through on the Gangsta Slam, the arena goes completely dark.

Cha-chink.

The sound echos like lose chains on the loud speakers.

Cha-chink.

Once again the sound comes in, this time a little louder, and a little more echoed. Until one last chain rattle is heard.

Cha-chink.

BOOM! Pyros shoot from the bottom of the ramp way. The crowd looking down the aisle to an anticipated superstar coming back. With the pyro show the music, "Patiently Waiting", begins fading in. It is Eminem?s segment of the song from the duo between himself and 50 Cent.

You've been patiently waiting
To make it through all the hate
And debatin weither or not
You can even weather the storm
When she lay on the table
They operating to save you
It's like a Angel came to you
Sent from the heavens above.

Eryk Masters: Something going on now? and as always we?re left asking what that something is.

Dutch Harris: The SHOOT Project becoming very well known for random blackouts it seems.

Creeping from behind the curtains now is a figure. The arena is black so this figure, as shadowy as it is, has a neon glow coming from the trunks, with the words, "Shock of Life" clad across what seems to be the waistline. The neon letters bobble up and down for a moment before it starts moving forward.

They think they crazy
But they ain't crazy lets face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain't shit they ain't sayin shit
Spray umh 50 (gun shots)
A to K get in the way
I bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fuckin mayhem

Pyros erupt down the ramp way as the figure, who you should know by now is Mike Dexter... the fans somewhat on their feet cheering, and others... confused on whether to cheer or boo. Dexter climbs the ring steps and walks to the center of the apron, before ducking under the middle rope and into the ring.

You stayin wit me
Don't let me lose you
I'm not tryin to confuse you
When I let loose wit this oozie
And just shoot through you Isuzu
You get the message
Am I gettin through to you
You know it's comin
You motherfuckers dont even know do you...? (Fade out.)

A stick already in hand, Dex paces around the outside of the ring for a moment, leaning back on the ropes stretching out a little. He steps into the center of the SHOOT Project ring, a place that he missed out on this week and last. A chorus of cheering i on him, then again, you do have your not so happy fans to see him. He takes black sunglasses off of his eyes. His gleam focused on the man in front of him, Tyrese Wallace.

Dutch Harris: That's right. You never bump into Mike Dexter backstage and try to start shit.

Eryk Masters: I think Gangsta would have held his own, personally.

Tyrese looks on, almost in complete terror. Along with that terror, he seems confused as what to do. Gangsta points down at Questian, motioning not to hit him, but his opponent. Dexter looks back at Gangsta and just smirks. He then shakes his head side-to-side quite slowly. Dexter lifts the stick and swings, but downward at Questian!

Eryk Masters: What?? Dexter hit Questian?

Dutch Harris: Well, he definitely didn't hit Gangsta, did he?

Mike Dexter begins to beat away at Questian with that stick of his. Gangsta begins to kick away at the motionless man and The Playa motions to someone on the outside. A ringside attendant hands The Playa a bag and The Playa pulls out something from it. Mike Dexter kicks Questian out of the ring and turns to Gangsta. The two men shake hands.

Eryk Masters: Now that's surprising!

Dutch Harris: *rolls eyes* yeah? really surprising?

Dexter turns and shakes hands with The Playa as well. The Playa hands each other the two men in the ring a shirt, and keeping one for himself. All three men put them on, and they reveal "Amerikaz Most Wanted" on the front. All three men slap hands as there is a majority of cheers for the alliance just formed, but the cheers are echoed with a good amount of boos as well. The three men escort themselves out of the ring as "Patiently Waiting" continues on the arena's sound system.

Dutch Harris: Amerikaz Most Wanted?

Eryk Masters: Yeah, dogg! The criminals of SHOOT "is herr".

Dutch Harris: Masters, please, you are white.

The three men celebrate in the ring, while the referee comes to and goes to check on Questian. One by one each member of the newly formed Americaz Most Wanted leaves the ring, each one of them looking at Mark Questian and laughing.

Dutch Harris: Mark Questian remains undefeated thus far in SHOOT Project, but he is also has felt a screw job attack at the hands of Gangsta and this growing goon patrol.

Eryk Masters: Goon patrol, more like guys who are doing what they need to do to get the job done.

Within the inner workings of the First Union Arena? world champion Del Carver walks down the hall, arriving to the arena to a HUGE ovation from the fans at ringside. He?s all smiles with his World title belt slung over his shoulder? but the smile suddenly fades as he looks directly ahead a bit further down the hall.

Del Carver: Well what do we have here??

As the camera pans down the hall, a masked individual is seen standing by a table, drinking a glass of water with one of the ring crewmembers. The fans pick up big time as Carver quickly heads down the hall, coming up behind the masked man.

Del Carver: Looks like we finally meet face to face!

Carver quickly spins the man around, reeling his right arm back as to strike a punch. As the two men come face to face, the masked man suddenly removes his mask before Carver can swing. Carver takes a step back now as he looks into the smiling eyes of one Ed Raymond.

Ed Raymond: Carver, buddy, pal? why such the violent welcome?

Raymond chuckles and looks down at the mask in his hands. He looks at Del then the mask again and shakes his head.

Ed Raymond: Oh I?m sorry; the whole mask thing probably threw you off huh? Got you wondering though, doesn?t it Del? You?re walking into a blind match when you think about it..

Carver grabs Raymond by the collar of the shirt looking directly into his eyes.

Del Carver: What the hell is a little weasel like you doing back here? You tried to ruin my career, you tried to bury me under Raymond Entertainment? you?re simply put? no good.

Raymond pulls away from Carver now, adjusting his shirt, brushing it off a bit as well.

Ed Raymond: Woah, let?s kill the anger here? funny how things come full circle sometimes though, eh Del? (laughs) but don?t worry; I?m only here to do a little hype work for Jason Johnson. After all Under Siege was my first Pay Per View when I came into contact with the SHOOT Project. So here we are, one year later. Like I said, funny how things come full circle sometimes.

Raymond smiles and pats Del on the shoulder. Carver quickly pulls away.

Ed Raymond: So much tension? but I understand, you?ve got a big world title match tonight and only one week removed from the Pay Per View. So I?ll just say this to you Del? good luck. You?ve come so far in a year? in fact I believe you were just getting ready to fight Jeff Cross in a buried alive match around this exact same time? weird?

The fans begin to boo from ringside, knowing full well what Raymond is trying to do to Carver. Carver just looks down at the ground for a moment, takes a deep breath, and then looks back at Raymond smiling.

Del Carver: Good see you again, Ed? now if you?ll excuse me, I have a lot of screaming fans to entertain tonight? something you never REALLY could do.

The fans go absolutely nuts and can be heard screaming from ringside as Del Carver walks past Raymond, completely thwarting his little game. Raymond narrows his eyes, as Carver disappears around a corner. The camera shoots back to ringside.

Dutch Harris: Raymond called here tonight by Jason Johnson? Seems a little fishy to me, but Raymond does have a point, we are just one week from Under Siege, and really it was that Pay Per View one year ago that started a huge main stream turn for SHOOT Project.

Eryk Masters: Indeed indeed, and I was still wrestling back then? oh the memories.

Dutch Harris: Memories are just that though, Eryk, memories. We?ve got the present and the future to focus on tonight, and mainly just who is Del Carver?s opponent. This whole Masked Luchidore thing HAS to be a cover up? I?m not buying it.

Eryk Masters: It does seem odd to me as well, Dutch, and I mean we?ve seen the masked man angle done before; we could be in for a huge surprise or a big disappointment.

Dutch Harris: Well that world title match of course still to come, but we have plenty of exciting action still to get to! Let?s take it to the ring.

?Click Click Boom? by Saliva hits the speakers, and Lonewolf appears on the ramp, greeted by loud boos from the crowd, and appearing ready to go.

Samantha Coil: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 252 pounds?LONEWOLF!!

Eryk Masters: Lonewolf lost last week, and I?m sure he feels he needs to prove himself tonight against Maverick.

Dutch Harris: Well, I?m not sure if that?s even possible?the Heavyweight Luchadore has been training hard the past couple of weeks, and I think he?ll have some surprises for Lonewolf.

Eryk Masters: Well, speak of the devil?

?Frantic? by Metallica hits, and out comes Maverick to a loud face reaction from the crowd, looking very excited.

Samantha Coil: And his opponent, weighing in at 255 pounds?The Heavyweight Luchadore, MAVERICK!!

Eryk Masters: So Dutch, what do you think the outcome of this match will be?

Dutch Harris: Not really sure Eryk, both competitors are tough....so I guess the best thing to do is ask WWMD?

Eryk Masters: What?

Dutch Harris: WWMD? What Would Maverick Do?

Eryk Masters: No....I am serious....who do you think will win?

Dutch Harris: So am I, What Would Maverick Do?

Eryk Masters: Well.....I assume Maverick would want to win....

Dutch Harris: There you go.

Eryk Masters: But you didn't pick anyone!

Dutch: Shhh, the match is starting.

Eryk Masters: Sheesh.

The bell rings, and Maverick begins to circle Lonewolf. Lonewolf, for his part, takes a stance and waits for Maverick?s next move. Maverick charges at Lonewolf, and Lonewolf hooks him and takes him down with an armdrag. Maverick is up immediately, and he kicks Lonewolf in the gut and takes him down with a snapmare! He pounces on the prone Lonewolf and executes a picture perfect Oklahoma roll.

Dutch Harris: We could have a winner already!

Eryk masters: Oh, honestly?

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Kickout. Lonewolf immediately goes on the attack, more pissed because of Maverick?s early attempt at a pin, and begins throwing stiff right hands into Maverick?s face. Maverick stumbles backwards, but when Lonewolf attempts to kick him in the gut, Maverick catches his leg! His counter doesn?t get fully executed, however, because Lonewolf launches his free leg into the air and executes a perfect Enzugiri! Lonewolf goes to the fallen Maverick and locks him into a front face lock, which he wrenches in hard.

Eryk Masters: Lonewolf is playing the safe gameplan. Maverick is going to try a bunch of high risk stuff, so keep him grounded.

Dutch Harris: Safe Gameplan?! Bull jive.

Maverick fights it, and soon Lonewolf releases the hold to begin stomping Maverick down. Maverick finally catches his foot and trips Lonewolf up, bringing Lonewolf down to join him on the mat! Maverick gets up and drops a nice looking senton splash! Maverick rolls over and starts trying to throw punches at Lonewolf?s head, but Lonewolf rakes his eyes. Both men are up, and Lonewolf starts unloading brutal knife edged chops into Maverick?s chest! Lonewolf kicks him in the gut, gives Maverick a vicious European uppercut, and then hoists him up and executes a textbook body slam!

Dutch Harris: Oh the HUMANITY!

Eryk Masters: Lonewolf hitting a series of effective maneuvers, and Maverick has GOT to be feeling that!

Maverick rolls on the mat in pain, and Lonewolf smirks as he starts giving him HARD soccer-style kicks to the ribs! Maverick finally rolls out of the ring and walks around, trying to recuperate. Lonewolf slides out and attempts to hit a clothesline, but Maverick gives him a drop toe hold right into the side of the ring!!

Eryk Masters: Good god! Lonewolf?s face damn near ricocheted off of the apron!!

Lonewolf now rolls around, as he grips his face in pain. Maverick climbs onto the apron, waits for his opportunity, and then hesitantly executes a twisting senton splash!!

Eryk Masters: Maverick showing that he hasn?t been idle the past few weeks! That was beautiful!!

Dutch Harris: And what makes it all the more painful is that a man of Maverick?s size is accomplishing that maneuver! That extra weight has GOT to hurt!

Maverick gets up, takes a bow for the applauding crowd, and then begins laying in stomps to Lonewolf?s body! Lonewolf slowly begins to rise, trying to shrug off the kicks that are still coming at him, and he finally stops Maverick with a hard uppercut! Lonewolf hits him with another stiff punch, backs up a little, and nails Maverick HARD with a Super Kick!!

Eryk Masters: Super kick, and Maverick again has got to be feeling some serious pain!

Dutch Harris: That bastard should be disqualified.

Lonewolf drags Maverick up and rolls him back into the ring. Maverick starts to rise, but Lonewolf runs and nails him with a low dropkick to the head! Maverick still attempts to get up and Lonewolf jumps high in the air and connects with a hard elbowdrop to the back of Maverick?s neck! Maverick is STILL trying to rise?Lonewolf decides to remedy this by trying out a jumping knee drop, but Maverick rolls out of the way and Lonewolf gets nothing but mat!!

Eryk Masters: Maverick is showing resilience that impresses the hell outta me!

Dutch Harris: And if the reaction is any indication, it impresses the fans as well!!

Lonewolf starts to stand up, gripping one of his knees, but Maverick charges at him and connects with a massive spear!! Mavrick picks Lonewolf up and whips him into the ropes, leaps in the air and attempts to execute a hurricanrana, but Lonewolf counters it into a powerbomb!!

Eryk Masters: Beautifully executed counter!!

Dutch Harris: No!!

Both men are down, obviously feeling the effects of the match so far. Both men start to rise, and Lonewolf is up first. He steadies himself against the ropes and attempts to catch his breath, and finally Maverick stands up. Both men begin trading punches, and Lonewolf attempts to take control with a knee to Maverick?s gut. Maverick immediately nails a punch to Lonewolf?s kidney area! Lonwolf recoils in pain, grabbing at the small of his back, and Maverick sizes up the situation before launching his body into the air and twisting?Maverick nails a Gamengiri Kick to the side of Lonewolf?s head!!

Dutch Harris: HUGE kick right to the temple of Lonewolf!!

Eryk Masters: Another impressive maneuver from Maverick, who seems to be full of surprises tonight!

Maverick hoists Lonewolf up and nails him with a beautiful Throat Slam Suplex!! Maverick climbs to the top and motions to the crowd. He turns his back to the ring, launches his body into the air and pulls off a moonsault, but Lonewolf gets his knees up!! Both men are hurt, as the knee block hurt Maverick?s ribs but aggravated Lonewolf?s already hurting knees. Lonewolf is still the least hurt of the two, however, and gets up to execute a legdrop to Maverick. Lonewolf drags Maverick up and sinches in a waistlock. Lonewolf hoists Maverick up and brings him down with a BIG release German suplex!! Lonewolf covers?

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Kickout! Lonewolf hoists Maverick up and executes a pinning Northern lights suplex!

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Maverick kicks out!!

Eryk Masters: Lonewolf is throwing everything but the kitchen sink at Maverick, and Maverick will not budge!!

Dutch Harris: He?s actually getting up!!

Maverick slowly props himself up on one knee, and when Lonewolf comes for him, Maverick stops him cold with a punch to the gut! Maverick smacks Lonewolf right in the face and pulls him into a standing fireman?s carry position. Pausing briefly with Lonewolf on his shoulders, Maverick flips forward and drives Lonewolf to the mat with a beautiful modified slam!! Maverick grabs Lonewolf?s arm and twists him into a La Majistral cradle pin!

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Kickout! Lonewolf gets up feeling a sudden burst of energy, and chops Maverick HARD in the throat! Lonewolf sets him up for an Uranage?

Eryk Masters: Lonewolf attempting to nail a Rock bottom?this could set up the Final Encounter!!

Dutch Harris: C?mon Maverick!!

?Maverick drives his elbow into Lonewolf?s head to counter the setup for the Uranage! Maverick nails a swift kick to the midsection, hoists Lonewolf up, and holds him there?holds him?holds him?Maverick brings Lonewolf down with a VICIOUS Sledgehammer Suplex!!

Dutch Harris: Good god, did you see the delay on that?!

Maverick whips Lonewolf into the corner and sets him up?Lonewolf is fighting it, landing sloppy punches to Maverick?s body, but maverick finally clocks Lonewolf in the face with an elbow! Maverick completes the set up and climbs up top?he flips forward?F.U.B.A.R. BOMB~!!! Maverick exhaustedly covers!!

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Samantha Coil: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, via pinfall?The Heavyweight Luchadore, MAAAAAVVERRRRICK!!

Eryk Masters: Certainly an exhaustive match for both parties involved, and a great bout overall.

Dutch Harris: Maverick has certainly shown a greater versatility tonight!!

Maverick hobbles up and raises one arm to a HUGE ovation!!

Eryk Masters: What the hell is Cronos doing here tonight? He's not even booked!

Dutch Harris: I don't know Eryk, but you know it always spells trouble when Diamante shows up. Not to mention the fact that those sick fucks in Ascension like to travel in a pack. Keep your eyes peeled for Pure Evil and Ben Jackman.

Eryk Masters: Don't you mean Samantha should, Dutch? She has more to lose than us. So far they've kept their targetting to competitors and well... nevermind.

Dutch Harris: Exactly!

Methodically, Cronos makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. Diamante's methodical dance of death which exceedingly mortified Sam. The Devil himself advances towards her, grabbing her wrist whilst brutally digging his nails into her flesh. The once smug grin dissolves only to be replaced by a stone face. But his eyes did not fail him, they told more than his grin ever could. Cronos' mesmerizing stare fixates on Sam's quivering eyelids, eyes, and brow. He pulls a microphone up to his lips as her struggling becomes more and more epileptic, her struggles almost non-apparent compared to Diamante's strength albeit.

Cronos Diamante: Hello again, dear Samantha. I trust you've been doing well?

The crowd sensing the questioning look on Samantha's face, coupled with the obvious fear in her eyes, erupt in the loudest chorus of boo's yet. Cronos doing nothing but offering a sneer as a result of the fans' actions.

Cronos Diamante: Me? Oh, I just came out to say hello. See how you're doing. But now that I'm out here I must say, Sam... that look in your eyes is priceless. That fear, that shock of seeing me yet again. You're probably wondering in the back of your mind when security is going to run out and pull me away from you. You see, my dear, you and I, we have something special. And even those fools in the back won't stand in the way of that.

Diamante pulls Samantha closer, Sam literally screaming out for a moment at the sudden jolt causing a slight burning pain on her skin. Cronos laughs, his head leaning down, his nose nuzzling her squirming neck.

Cronos Diamante: I can feel your heart racing Samantha, I can almost see the blood pumping through your veins right now. I don't think I'm going to be content, however, until I see that blood on my hands. To taste it in the back of my throat. You, dear Samantha, you will enjoy this, I assure you.

A dark grin curves Cronos? lips as he suddenly shoves Samantha down into one of the corners quite roughly. With slow, methodical steps he advanced on her, until out of nowhere "Mint" by Nonpoint blared over the speakers.

Eryk Masters: It's Cade Gonzalez! The man who pushed Del Carver to his limits last week is running down the ramp!! He's coming to save Sam again.

Dutch Harris: Or not! Nitwit. They always travel in packs.

Before Cade can even reach the bottom of the ramp, he is leveled with yet another "I fucked your back up" theft by Pure Evil. Jackman then picks the man up and throws him in the ring as if he didn't really care who he was. Just a target.

Cronos Diamante: You thought you could mess with this, Cade? I told you! It's destiny! And you nor this slut can stop it.

Cronos punt kicks Cade square in the nose as he's trying to get up, causing him to fly backward into the ropes and half through. Jackman and Azraith hold Cade up by his arms while Jackman forces his arm in a sleeper manuever around the throat of Cade's.

Cronos Diamante: Kill the son of a bitch. Sam... you're coming with me!

Cronos picks Sam up and drags her out of the ring while Cade is taken to school by the trio of Azraith, Jackman, and Blade. However. When Blade acquires a mic from one of the technician's at ringside, Cronos turns back to the ring with an angered glare in his eyes.

Greyson Blade: You don't get your chance, Cade. Cronos is not for you. He is...

Cronos simply drops Sam behind him and power walks toward the ring once hearing Greyson begin his speech. This of course draws attention from Greyson and he immediately stops his talking to wait for Cronos. Cronos slides under the bottom rope as Samantha Coil disappears into the back, scared out of her mind.

Cronos Diamante: When I say kill the son of a bitch you kill the son of a bitch!!! Greyson I've had it up to here with you. You've already made a mockery out of what I built and I've kept my mouth shut long enough.

Greyson lets go of Cade and Jackman is quick to take his place at Cade's arm. But not before delivering a swift throat punch to Cade. But both Jackman and Azraith watch on, wondering what is about to happen. Greyson pulls the mic up to his mouth but is quickly cut off.

Cronos Diamante: Ah ah ah! Don't even think it. I'm not done with you yet. Quite frankly... you forget your place. And I'm going to put you back where you belong. As for you Azraith... you're no better. You care nothing for what this fool is doing and whats worse is you support him. Pathetic group of fools I put together. And you... Jackman...

Jackman simply reacts with a quick punch to the face and drops Cade from his grasp as the microphone Cronos once held flies up into his hands.

Ben Jackman: You talk too much, partner.

Azraith and Greyson launch in attacking Cronos with a flurry of punches and kicks that pummel him to one knee. But before Cronos can reach his feet again he is picked up and dropped throat first over the top rope.

Ben Jackman: Damn that had to hurt.

Cronos doesn't stay down, however. He's back up again and going after Azraith only to be kicked in the gut and double DDT'ed. And while Cronos is a bit out of his head, he is spoken to by none other than Jackman again.

Ben Jackman: See, here?s the thing, Cronos. We never needed your tired ass. Not for a second. You sat back, and did nothing but point and laugh. Thought you had us under your boot heel? Wrong. You?ve let your recognition go to your head, Cronos. Ascension came together and you were immediately put on a pedestal, by none other than yourself. Well I for one ain?t having that shit. And from the looks of it, Az and Greyson aren?t gonna play the game anymore either.

Az quickly pulls Cronos to his feet as Greyson takes the turnbuckle pad off the turnbuckle. Az then lifts Cronos up and drops him on the metal buckle. Not once, not twice, but three times. Blood pouring from his head like a faucet. Cronos touching his forehead, even more out of it now, and again standing back up to take a beating. The fans silent, not knowing whether to cheer or boo.

Ben Jackman: Whats wrong, Cronos? Not used to seeing your own blood? So here?s the deal, Cronos. You do whatever it is you want to do from now on. Well after they haul you out of here tonight. And when and if you decide to do something about it?don?t. Just stay home, and think about all the times you were somebody. Cause you ain?t shit now. Nothing but a dried up, broken down has-been, that by all accounts was probably a helluva lot closer to a never-was.

Greyson pulls out a pair of brass knucks and repeatedly hits Cronos in the forehead thats already been opened up. Blood covering the entire surface area of the brass knucks and opening Cronos up even more.

Ben Jackman: Christ thats gonna leave a mark!!!

But Cronos does not stay down AGAIN! He is up and going straight for Jackman now. But he is stopped dead in his tracks by an attack from Cade. Cade floors him with a clothesline and begins punching him over and over again. But Cade soon escapes from the ring and runs up the ramp out of fear of being attacked too. And Cronos is up again.

Ben Jackman: Maybe you don?t understand what I?m telling you Cronos. A smart man would stay the fuck down. A smart man would know when to quit. But apparently you?re not anywhere near smart. Not that that suprises me. Well since you don?t know when to quit, how bout I show you.

Jackman spikes the mic into the mat and quickly springs into action, wasting no time at all hoisting Cronos up and planting him dead with a Blackout Bomb '03. Cronos now finally knocked down and out and bleeding a pool around his head.

Ben Jackman: Now stay down, motherfucker. Let's go guys!

RAGE and Jonny tie up in the middle of the ring, but before Swan can even get a tight grasp, RAGE knees him in the mid-section, doubling the slick Australian over. Implementing some stiff successions of clubbing to the upper back of Swan, RAGE then grabs a hold of Jonny?s neck, squeezes, then falls back in DDT form.

Dutch Harris: Wow, I would?ve thought Swan might?ve put up a better offense than this... it?s not even thirty seconds into the match, and Swan hits the mat hard.

Eryk Masters: You know what they say... Australians are good for two things, and two things only... bee-yah, and Crocodile Dundee.

Dutch Harris: Wow... ?they?? I wonder who that could be...

Keeping with the unrelenting offense, RAGE drags Jonny to his feet, not letting him breathe for one single solitary moment. Left. Right. Left. Followed by a stiff boot to the upper thigh, and then finishing the combo with a straight shot to the throat. Swan goes down in a heap, as RAGE begins to smile widely.

Dutch Harris: That was a nasty shot to the throat.

Eryk Masters: Yeah, that?s what she said.

Dutch Harris: (Sighing.) Pervert.

Going to the outside, RAGE immediately starts excavating for, what can only be assumed, a weapon. Digging through until his feet are all that can be seen, Boden finally pulls back, and stands up back outside of the ring, with a long metal chain... shades of what we have seen last week. Some of the audience begins to cheer, starting to notice Sean?s trend in these DeathKore matches. Then, as he looks around the Wachovia arena, RAGE begins to smile.

Dutch Harris: Uh-oh. We?ve all seen this before... Boden... err, RAGE, with that sick, sick, smile.

Eryk Masters: Yeah... not a reassuring thing to see when you?re in a DeathKore environment.

Sliding back into the ring, RAGE grasps onto the long, metal, chain as tightly as he can. Then, as Jonny Swan gets back to his feet, he slowly turns around. Then, before he can blink, Boden rushes forward, and greets Swan with a face full of chain. The sickening thud can be heard around the arena, as Swan goes down like a ton of bricks. Blood instantly begins to pour from Swan?s lacerated nose, as the audience watches in horrific pleasure.

Dutch Harris: Jason might want to start rushing the E.M.T.?s out to the ring soon...

Without delay Boden wraps the chain around his hand, and mounts Swan, while he rests on one knee. Pulling Swan up by the back of his head, RAGE looks down, and smiles. One punch after another, RAGE lays into Swan, making the cut deeper with each stiff shot. The audience continues to gasp in shock, as RAGE lays into the man like he?s a slaughtered cow. Blood flutters all over, as the referee even holds his mouth, gagging from the nasty display of violence. For about a minute and a half, RAGE lays into Swan, who lays lifeless in the middle of the ring. Then, RAGE just stands up, with the chain still wrapped around his hand, as he wipes the blood across his chest, like a badge of honor.

Putting his foot on top of Swan, the referee counts, as the arena goes dead silent.

One.

Two.

Three.

The bell sounds, and RAGE removes his boot from Swan?s sternum.

Dutch Harris: What the HELL did we just watch?

Eryk Masters: I believe we just saw what folks call a complete and utter SQUASH.

Dutch Harris: I?d say so dude, listen to these fans man.

?YOU GOT SQUASHED! YOU GOT SQUASHED! YOU GOT SQUASHED!?

Dutch Harris: And on that note, we must cut to a commercial break.

Eryk Masters: Hopefully it?s to a Dorito?s commercial with that incredibly hot chick.

Lonewolf: What the hell! This can?t be happening! Not to me god damnit! I?m Lonewolf!! I was a top tier guy! I went to fight for OUR country and this is the treatment I get?

Lonewolf kicks a nearby door, his foot going right through it. As he pulls away from the door with rage, the door swings open and from within Declan O?Leary steps out, taking notice to the damage done to his locker room door.

Declan O?Leary: What the feck are you bitchin? about?

The fans pop for Declan?s rather blunt inquiry, but Lonewolf is in no mood.

Lonewolf: Bitching? I?m not bitching, I?m stating my god given right! I belong?

O?Leary immediately cuts in, laughing.

Declan O?Leary: Your god given right? Ye think because ya? sit on yer arse for a long time, that ya? have some god given right? My god given right is telling me that I should kick ya where the sun don?t shine to see if you even have a pair left!

This gets a BIG response from the fans, who cheer and laugh all the same. Lonewolf starts to shake with complete frustration now as he raises his fist to the upcoming superstar.

Lonewolf: THIS is what I?m talking about! I was a Pan American Champion, I beat guys like Enigma on a regular basis, and now I?m dealing with some Irish Puke stain that doesn?t mean one thing in this federation?

He slowly lowers his arm, shaking off his anger and actually smirking at Declan.

Lonewolf: This isn?t worth my time, so go drink your beer and chase leprechauns or whatever it is you do?

Lonewolf turns from Declan, but Declan grabs him on the shoulder and spins him right back around to stare him face to face.

Declan O?Leary: Ya? want to be takin? jabs at me, that?s fine. But I expect ya to back those jabs up with a couple jabs from yer fists, if ya got the guts you little piece of shite!

And the tension mounts at the precise moment, both men moving in standing nose to nose. However just as an all out brawl is about to take place, Ed Raymond rushes out onto the scene coming from further down the hall. He immediately comes between the two men.

Ed Raymond: Woah, hold it there! This isn?t going to go down like this!

Both men look to Raymond now, still fuming.

Ed Raymond: I might not be employed here fully anymore, but I can still recognize a moneymaker when I see one. I?m working hype duty for Jason Johnson, and I see something worth a little hype right here in front of me. You guys want to go at it, you?ll go at it? but not here tonight. Save it for next week, Under Siege. That?s right Lonewolf in one corner and Declan O?Leary in the other corner.

The two men slowly nod their heads in agreement, backing away from each other, but still locking eyes.

Ed Raymond: And Mr. Declan O?Fairy or whatever your name is, since X-Calibur and you have formed some sort of unofficial promise making you the number one contender to the Iron Fist Title, I think I?m going to take this time to make it official. Congratulations Declan, you are the number one contender to the title next to Mr. Pay Per View Eddie E.

Declan nods his head with a slight smile.

Declan O?Leary: And I don?t intend to feck up my chances like this little prick did.

Lonewolf lunges forward again but Raymond holds him off.

Ed Raymond: Wait a minute, Lonewolf? I?m not done. Because I have a lot of money still invested in this place, I want this match to be special. So yeah Declan, you?re the number one contender, but you?ll be defending that slot against Lonewolf at your match at Under Siege? and because I?m in a particularly violent mood tonight after watching everything I?ve seen? it?ll be a boxing match.

Raymond smiles at both men, patting them on the back before taking his leave down the hall. Lonewolf and Declan are left in a stare down as Raymond rounds a corner. There he bumps into Jason Johnson himself.

Jason Johnson: You know, I just caught that little spiel of yours, and I have to say, nice work. I?ll even let that pass through and write up the proper contract for the match.

Raymond rubs his chest with his knuckles, feeling confident and proud.

Ed Raymond: What can I say; it?s what I do best. So about getting my job back?

Johnson chuckles but then immediately shakes his head.

Jason Johnson: Sorry, you do good work, but I don?t trust you. Here?s your pay for this evening?s work, hope you enjoy the Pay Per View.

The fans pop BIG TIME for the owner of SHOOT as he smiles now leaving a very upset Ed Raymond with a check for fifty dollars in his hand.

Ed Raymond: Fifty dollars? son of a bitch?

As the camera goes to the ring, we see Samantha Coil standing in the center spotlight, as the three competitors stand in three separate corners. The sound of ?Seek And Destroy? by Metallica can be heard echoing throughout the arena.

Samantha takes the microphone.

Samantha: ?Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!?

The fans cheer in excitement. The spotlight shines on the far corner.

Samantha: ?Introducing first, hailing from Omaha, Nebraska, he stands 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighs in at 260 pounds?here is: ?The Fallen One? AZRAITH DIMITRI!?

The fans jeer as Azraith DiMitri looks at the crowd with disgust on his face.

Samantha: ?In the corner to his left, hailing from Washington D.C., he stands 6 feet 5 inch tall and weighs 300 pounds?this is: GREYSON BLADE!?

Blade raises his hands over his head to a poor reaction from the crowd.

Samantha: ?And finally?in the far right corner, hailing from Ozone Park New York, standing 6 feet 1 inches tall and weighing 240 pounds?here is: DIE HARD DAVE MARZ!?

The crowd erupts in cheers and ?DIE HARD? chants as Die Hard Dave gives the fans a thumbs up. Samantha exits the ring, and referee Scott Kamura enters and signals for the bell.

Dutch Harris: ?Man, I would not want to be Die Hard Dave in this match. He?s in there against the Tag Team Champions! This is basically a handicap match!?

Eryk Hansen: ?I don?t totally agree. When it comes down to pin time, both of those guys are going to want to get the win.?

The three men approach the center of the ring warily, eyeing each other. Suddenly, Azraith DiMitri flattens Die Hard Dave Marz with a lightening quick boot to the face, catching the fan favorite totally off guard. Marz is stunned by the kick and collapses to the mat.

Azraith DiMitri leaps to the air and follows up with a bone crushing elbow drop. Azraith DiMitri looks to Greyson Blade, and nods. Blade nods back, and runs into the far rope, comes off, and nails the prone Marz with a running leg drop.

Azraith DiMitri pulls the stunned Marz to his feet, and holds him in a standing position. Greyson Blade nails Marz with ANOTHER big boot. Marz?s head snaps back sickly, but Azraith DiMitri holds him upright, and will not let him fall to the mat.

Azraith DiMitri goes behind, and executes a Belly to Back Suplex on the reeling Die Hard Dave Marz. Azraith DiMitri pulls Marz to his feet again, and goes behind, securing his arms. As the fans boo loudly, Greyson Blade starts to bury punches to the midsection of the helpless Die Hard Dave Marz.

Dutch Harris: ?SEE? I told you that Die Hard was on his own! The Champions are working as a team!?

Eryk Masters: ?Just wait until one of them goes for a pin.?

Azraith DiMitri still has Marz?s arms secured behind his back, and Blade continues to slug away at his midriff. Finally, Blade grabs one of Marz?s arms, and Azraith DiMitri secures the other. In unison, both men throw Marz across the ring, into the ropes.

Blade and Azraith DiMitri link arms, to attempt the double clothesline on Marz as he rebounds. Marz comes across, but ducks the double clothesline attempt, rebounds off the ropes again, and nails the shocked Blade and Azraith DiMitri with a FLYING double clothesline of his own!

The fans explode in cheers at Die Hard Dave Marz?s comeback against the odds. Marz executes a standing senton bomb on Blade, who folds up from the impact.

Die Hard Dave Marz kips up, and drops Azraith DiMitri to the mat with a super fast flying spinning heel kick, just as Azraith DiMitri was starting to get up from the clothesline.

Dutch Harris: ?Listen to this crowd, as Marz takes it to Blade and Azraith DiMitri!?

Eryk Masters: ?He?s on fire right now, but the odds are against him!?

Blade is laying on the mat clutching his midsection from the senton splash, and Azraith DiMitri starts to rise from the kick.

Marz scrambles to the apron, and climbs to the top rope, as the fans buzz in anticipation. As Azraith DiMitri stands up, Marz flies off the top rope, and flattens him with a missile drop kick.

Dutch Harris: ?WOW! Marz goes for a cover!?

Eryk Masters: ?One?Two?No. Azraith DiMitri kicks out with authority. He?s too powerful to go down like that. Not used to seeing so much high flying from Die Hard, but he has obviously decided that is the way to beat these guys. He?s really moving around in there!?

Marz gets up, however his back is turned to Blade. As Marz is getting up, Blade nails him right in the kidneys with a brutal punch. Marz doubles over.

Blade scoots around, and hooks up Die Hard Dave Marz. Blade executes a textbook Double Underhook snap suplex. Blade drops onto Marz for a cover?

Dutch Harris: ?Cover by Blade!?

Eryk Masters: ?One?WHOA! Azraith DiMitri just got up and booted Blade in the head to break the count! Blade is pissed! Look at him! I told you! Both members of Pure Evil want this pin!?

Greyson Blade gets off Marz, holding the side of his head where Azraith DiMitri kicked him. Blade angrily shoves Azraith DiMitri with both hands, and appears to be cursing. Azraith DiMitri stumbles backwards, and then looks at Blade, enraged. Azraith DiMitri shoves back.

The fans start to cheer. Azraith DiMitri and Blade stand toe to toe, eye to eye for a moment. Azraith DiMitri fires a right cross at Greyson Blade, which connects solidly. Blade?s head snaps back upon the impact, however he stands his ground. Blade looks back at Azraith DiMitri, and then suddenly fires a left hook, which connects as well, staggering Azraith DiMitri. Azraith DiMitri responds with another cross. Blade replies with a hook. Azraith DiMitri retaliates. So does Blade. Both men start to fire lightening quick, but bone crunching punches at each other, back and forth, give and take. The fans come to their feet as Azraith DiMitri and Blade pound and pummel each other.

Pure Evil are beating the hell out of each other! The fans roar as the Tag Champs punish one another with huge punches, back and forth!

Dutch Harris: ?Well, you called it!?

Eryk Masters: ?Teaming up during a Triple Threat Match NEVER works, because only ONE guy can get the win, and all three guys want it to be THEM. Teamwork will only get you so far, and then it?s every man for himself!?

Azraith DiMitri and Blade continue to pound away at each other. Marz starts to rise to his feet. For a moment, Marz stares blearily at his two opponents, who are brutalizing each other.

Finally, Marz climbs to the outside again, and jumps to the top rope. As flashbulbs pop, Marz vaults himself at BOTH Azraith DiMitri and Blade, and he catches them totally off-guard with a DOUBLE high cross body! All three men come crashing to the mat in one big heap!

Dutch Harris: ?Look at THIS! Marz trying to pin BOTH men at ONCE!?

Eryk Masters: ?HA! Cute, but that got him nowhere! They threw him off, before the ref could even get down for a ONE count! When you cover two men, they can kick you off TWICE as hard, and that?s what they just did!?

Azraith DiMitri and Blade are both battered from their brawl, but for a moment they get to their feet, and seem to forget their differences. Azraith DiMitri drops Marz to the mat with a huge shouldertackle.

Azraith DiMitri and Blade start to stomp away on the fallen Marz, in unison. The Champions are working together as a team again! Marz covers his head, but both men viciously and brutally stomp away at him as he lays prone on the mat.

To escape the joint stomping, Marz weakly rolls onto the apron, and then falls to the floor outside the ring. Blade leans over the top rope to look, and Azraith DiMitri takes advantage.

Azraith DiMitri sneaks up behind Blade, and locks him up, and then fires off a perfect release German Suplex.

Dutch Harris: ?That folded Blade up badly! What impact!?

Eryk Masters: ?You don?t turn your back on Azraith DiMitri man, you just don?t do that. You make ONE small mistake, and he?ll make you pay.?

Azraith DiMitri circles around the stunned Blade, who is still on his back. Azraith DiMitri jumps into the air, and then comes down, dropping a HUGE knee across the chest of Greyson Blade. Blade convulses, as Azraith DiMitri heads to the corner.

Azraith DiMitri climbs to the second rope, and then comes flying off, with a fist drop!

Dutch Harris: ?Cover by Azraith DiMitri!?

Eryk Masters: ?One! Two! Wait! Die Hard Dave Marz just grabbed Azraith DiMitri?s leg from the outside?and he?s pulling him out of the ring! That?s ONE way to break the count!?

Die Hard Dave Marz pulls the surprised Azraith DiMitri to the outside, and nimbly ducks his angry punch attempt. Marz grabs Azraith DiMitri by the wrist, and Irish Whips him, right into the steel post, headfirst! As Azraith DiMitri collapses to the floor, the fans cheer loudly.

Marz rolls back into the ring, just as Greyson Blade is starting to get up. Marz grabs Blade, and attempts a knee lift, but Blade pulls away, and deftly drops Marz with a single leg trip!

Dutch Harris: ?WOW! Check THAT out!?

Eryk Masters: ?This Blade is no slouch, and no dummy either! He managed to back right out of that knee lift attempt, and use the fact that it threw Marz off balance to trip him up! Nicely done!?

Greyson Blade takes advantage, and stomps on the gut of Marz a couple of times. Once he has him softened up, Greyson Blade grabs Marz and starts to lock him up?in the GREYZONE!

Blade has Marz locked in perfectly, dead in the center of the ring. Marz starts to thrash around in great pain, as Blade leans back to add extra strain. The referee drops down to check on Marz. He asks Marz if he wants to give up. Marz grits his teeth and shakes his head, but he is obviously in immense pain.

Outside the ring, Azraith DiMitri starts to stir. He pulls himself to his knees, and leans on the apron from the outside. Azraith DiMitri?s eyes widen, as he sees Blade clamping on his version of the Crossface, dead center of the ring. Azraith DiMitri scrambles to the apron, and climbs back into the ring.

Azraith DiMitri stumbles up behind Blade, and suddenly, NAILS him right in the back of the head?with a big boot.

Dutch Harris: ?OW! That will break the hold!?

Eryk Masters: ?Too bad for Blade, he had that Greyzone locked in!?

Greyson Blade lays on the mat face first, holding the back of his head and neck, where Azraith DiMitri kicked him. Die Hard Dave Marz lays on his back next to him, still in pain from The Greyzone.

Azraith DiMitri looks at both men for a split second, and then drops over Marz for the cover?

Dutch Harris: ?ONE! TWO!?

Eryk Masters: ?NO! NO! Azraith DiMitri was about to get the pin, but Blade reached over at the LAST second and broke it up with a double axe handle across the back of Azraith DiMitri!?

All three men now lay in the ring, soaked with sweat and exhausted. Azraith DiMitri is still shaken up from being driven into the ring post head first, and jarred with the double axehandle, Blade is still reeling from the boot to the head, and Marz is in great pain from the Greyzone.

The referee stands over all three men, and starts to administer the standing 10 count, as the fans count along?

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

FOUR.

FIVE.

All three men start to stir.

SIX.

SEVEN.

Incredibly, all three men roll to different sides of the ring, and start to use the ropes to pull themselves up!

EIGHT.

NINE!

Before the ref can count TEN?all three men have reached their feet!

Azraith DiMitri seems the most alert of the three. Azraith DiMitri staggers over towards Greyson Blade, and starts to lay some brutal knife-edge chops across his chest. Marz is still leaning on the ropes.

Azraith DiMitri gets the upper hand, and hoists Greyson Blade up for a suplex. Flashbulbs pop, as Azraith DiMitri holds Blade in a high vertical position, for what seems like ages. As he does so, Marz stumbles to the outside, and shakily starts to climb the turnbuckles.

Suddenly, Azraith DiMitri steps over to the ropes on the other side of the ring?and RELEASES Blade, head FIRST, OUTSIDE THE RING!

Dutch Harris: ?OH MY GOD!!!?

Eryk Masters: ?DID YOU SEE THAT? Azraith DiMitri had Blade up for a high vertical suplex, but instead of dropping him on the mat, he walked over, and dumped him HEADFIRST over the TOP ROPE! Blade landed RIGHT on top of his HEAD! That was a SICK BUMP?on his OWN partner!!?

As the crowd ?oohs and aahs?, Azraith DiMitri looks over the top rope at the fallen Greyson Blade. He slowly turns around?to see Die Hard Dave Marz standing on the top rope in the opposite corner!

Die Hard Dave flies across the ring, and FLATTENS Azraith DiMitri with a textbook HIGH CROSS BODY?

Dutch Harris: ?WHAM! Just like Superfly Snuka or Ricky Steamboat!?

Eryk Masters: ?Marz just nailed Azraith DiMitri?with a FLYING HIGH CROSS PRESS, into a COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

He GOT HIM!?

The referee grabs Die Hard's arm and hoists it in the air, as his music starts to play, and the fans go wild!

Samantha: ?Ladies and Gentlemen: HERE is your WINNER: DIE HARD DAVE MARZ!?

Marz staggers to his feet, holds his hands over his head for a moment, soaking up the cheers, and then rolls out of the ring and begins to limp up the aisle.

Dutch Harris: ?What a HUGE win for Marz! His winning streak continues!?

Eryk Masters: ?This man wants that Monday Night Title, and he won?t be denied! He?s on a mission!?

Cade Gonzales: DAMN IT!

Cade, donned in bandages after the beating he suffered earlier in the show, throws a referee shirt across the room in anger. He grabs at his side, feeling the pain, but too angry to care at this point in time?

Cade Gonzales: It?s fucking USELESS? Big match and what happens? I?m a FUCKING REF? And then? THEN, I don?t even get to do that because I get a beat down? And who cares? (Shaking his head, trying to calm down) I need a smoke?

Cade goes into his locker and grabs out pack of cigarettes and leaves his locker room. He passes by a few crew members down the hall, and then exits out through a back door. Holding the door open with his foot, he reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a lighter. As he starts lighting up, his attention is drawn to a voice coming from off to the side.

Voice: Spare some change? Spare a blind man some change?

Cade looks over to see a dark skinned man in glasses? Homeless obviously, dressed in rags? Looks over and sees this helpless man? He has a small bag at his feet, probably where he keeps his money, and is holding a sign up in front of his waist?

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Cade peers for a long time? and then tosses some change in the man?s direction before heading back inside.

Decides he doesn?t want a smoke after all?

Dutch Harris: What a match we?ve got coming up, in theory?

Eryk Masters: You know? I?m not so sure? Jonny?s not really Jonny anymore.

?Born to Reign? hits the public address system, and Instant Heat member and former SHOOT Project Champion, the Real Deal walks out to a glorious reaction from the Pennsylvanian crowd. He stands atop the ramp, looking into the crowd and drawing in their cheers. When the lyrics kick in, Real Deal begins a slow walk down the ramp.

Samantha Coil: Introducing first? hailing from Charleston, South Carolina? he stands at six feet, three inches and weighs in at two hundred thirty pounds? he is a former SHOOT Project World Champion and a current member of the SHOOT Project Hall of Fame? he is? THE REAL DEAL!!!

Eryk Masters: He?s so impressive.

Dutch Harris: Well gee Eryk, why don?t you go make out with him?

Real Deal climbs into the ring, and with a smirk, he removes the Instant Heat t-shirt he was wearing, to the delight of the female crowd. He ascends the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd, as ?Slow Burn? by David Bowie takes over Born to Reign, and Jonny Johnson walks out.. The fans aren?t quite sure how to react to this new Jonny Johnson, as he?s clothed in a long white t-shirt and white pants, in addition to the white mask he?s been wearing.. Jonny doesn?t stop at the ramp, and instead walks oddly down to the ring, not so much as trying to elicit any kind of reaction whatsoever.

Dutch Harris: Jonny?s not playing to the crowd? you?re right? he?s different.

Eryk Masters: It?s kind of disheartening.

Samantha Coil: And now? hailing from Chicago, Illinois? standing in at six feet, four inches and weighing in at two hundred twenty-eight pounds? a former SHOOT Project Tag Team Champion? he is ?The DEFILER? Jonny Johnson!!!

Jonny climbs slowly and awkwardly into the ring, and the Real Deal isn?t quite sure what to make of his opponent. Coil is climbing out of the ring, as the bell sounds. Jonny and Real Deal being to circle each other. Real Deal doesn?t seem sure about making any kind of advances, and in light of this, he begins to pose for the crowd, drawing a strong amount of cheers. Behind the mask, you could almost see a smirk on Jonny Johnson?s face as though he knows that his opposition isn?t exactly sure. As a result, Jonny stands still and waits for the Real Deal to cease his posing. Which he does.

Eryk Masters: The old Jonny Johnson wouldn?t have even let that go on. He would have attacked. I think Real Deal even expected him to try.

Dutch Harris: Maybe he was trying to goad him into it.

Finally, Real Deal turns around to look at Jonny. As though he just says ?Forget it,? Real Deal advances on Jonny with a collar and elbow tie up. Immediately, Real Deal takes Johnson into a headlock. Johnson shoves Real Deal off and into the ropes. Real Deal slides under Johnson?s legs, and as a reflex, Real Deal is back on his feet. Jonny Johnson turns around into a big right hand from the Real Deal, and he?s rocked. Real Deal follows this up with two more right punches before grabbing hold of Jonny Johnson?s arms and irish whipping him into the opposite ropes. On the rebound, Real Deal bends down and telegraphs a back body drop, to which the Defiler replies with a kick into Real Deal?s chest. This time, Jonny whips Real Deal into the ropes and chops him down on the rebound.

Eryk Masters: NICE exchange. And Real Deal is down.

Dutch Harris: Well, it would appear as though Jonny hasn?t lost a step. Real Deal seems sort of lost at this point. He doesn?t really know what to make of Jonny.

From there, Jonny hits an elbow across the neck of the Real Deal. He?s back up, and does it one more time, before grabbing Real Deal by the hair, and leading him to his feet. He drives a forearm into Real Deal?s skull, knocking Josh Johnson a bit on the silly side. Speedily, the Defiler picks Real Deal up into a vertical suplex, and drops him down with emphasis on the neck and upper back. Turning Real Deal over, Jonny applies a rear chinlock, grounding the Real Deal and putting some extra torque on the previously injured neck.

Eryk Masters: Way to keep the guy grounded. You know he?s had neck problems, so capitalize on that, and put him down. Very smart.

Dutch Harris: I think I?d liken this to Jonny not wanting to have to take any kind of unnecessary risks.

Eryk Masters: You may be right about that.

Not wanting to stay in the hold for too long, Real Deal makes his way to the ropes, and the referee comes over and breaks the hold after a 5 count. The ref pulls Jonny off of Real Deal, allowing Real Deal enough time to get back to his feet, and shake off the cobwebs. They begin to circle each other again, and another collar and elbow tie-up follows. This time, Real Deal takes the advantage. He breaks the collar and elbow tie up, and instead knife edge chops Jonny Johnson. Jonny goes down like he?s been shot, an obvious after effect of the burns that he has been saddled with. Noting this, Real Deal picks him back up, and chops him one more time, sending Jonny back to the mat.

Eryk Masters: Jonny?s skin just must be tender from the burns. Real Deal sees this now, and is taking advantage of it.

Dutch Harris: It?s a good move. But I know he won?t be counting on that.

Then, Real Deal applies the same rear chinlock that Johnson applied earlier, but Jonny is crying out in pain. Thankfully, the Defiler was close enough to the ropes to break the hold before any real damage happened. Not sure if he actually really hurt Jonny or not, Real Deal backs off as soon as the rope break is called. Not wanting to give any more of a mental edge than has already been accomplished, Real Deal allows Jonny to give up, but quickly takes him down with a stiff clothesline. Picking Jonny up, Real Deal begins a series of snap suplexes. Each suplex has more force than the one before it, and when he?s done after three, Jonny is down on the mat, breathing heavily. Once again, Real Deal lifts Jonny up via his hair and this time, he throws him over his head, in an overhead belly to belly suplex. Real Deal rolls over and covers Jonny Johnson.

1?

2?

KICKOUT.

Eryk Masters: And Jonny?s resiliency hasn?t gone ANYWHERE. That was a MEAN belly to belly suplex.

Dutch Harris: That?s good to see? I?m actually sort of worried about Jonny?s health in there, you know?

Eryk Masters: Yeah, I do. I think we?re all worried. Real Deal included.

The Defiler kicks out, which causes a shrug of frustration on the part of the Real Deal. Picking Johnson up by the hair, Real Deal body slams him, and runs to bounce off of the ropes. He jumps to the second rope, and floats off with a beautiful moonsault. He covers again, for the two count once more. Real Deal pounds his fists into the mat, and brings Jonny to his feet once more. He lifts him up for another body slam, but Jonny goes behind, and turns the move into a neckbreaker. Jonny covers, and Real Deal kicks out at two this time.

Dutch Harris: Again with the neck? Very good strategy by Jonny Johnson. Unfortunately, Real Deal wasn?t worn down enough.

Eryk Masters: Real Deal?s name has been made on not giving up and being completely determined. One has to believe that that?s the case here.

Immediately, the two are both back up, Real Deal holding his neck a little. Jonny and Real Deal lock up. Jonny whips Real Deal into the turnbuckle, and Real Deal?s back hits with a thud. He?s stunned in the corner as Jonny Johnson runs full force and hits Real Deal with a clothesline that sends the former World Champion to the mat. Jonny follows up with a mean dropkick to Real Deal?s face, and Real Deal is now back first on the canvas.

Dutch Harris: THAT will certainly put you down and wear you out if you weren?t already on the way there.

Eryk Masters: I agree with that, and as much as I like Real Deal, I also like dropkicks to the face.

Jonny grabs Real Deal?s hair and brings him to his feet. Real Deal is still dazed. Jonny sets Real Deal up against the top turnbuckle. With Real Deal?s back to the Defiler, Jonny charges in an attempted spear into Real Deal?s back. Fortunately, Real Deal moves out of the way, and Jonny hits the post. He flies back and onto the mat, writhing in pain. Seeing this, Real Deal goes to work on Jonny?s left arm. He drives his knees repeatedly into the shoulder of the Defiler, furthering the pain. He drops down and locks in an armbar. Jonny?s inching towards the ropes, and screaming out in pain.

Eryk Masters: Real Deal?s REALLY working that shoulder now. He?s wrenching HARD in that armbar. DAMN.

Dutch Harris: Jonny may just need to tap here. That armbar hurts, and if you?re stretching burned skin? well, I?d go ahead and say that it hurts that much more. Very good work by the Real Deal here, as he continues to wrench the arm.

After a period of about thirty seconds, Jonny Johnson reaches the ropes, and the referee breaks the armbar up. At this point, Jonny is holding his left arm. Real Deal analyzes his opponent, and Jonny charges. Real Deal ducks, and pivots? Jonny bounces off the ropes, and Real Deal hits him with a very fast heel kick. Jonny goes down in a heap, and Real Deal is right back on the arm. He picks Jonny back up, and performs a shoulder breaker. Jonny is on his back, grasping his left arm, obviously in a great deal of pain. The crowd is wild as this technical match continues. Real Deal moves Jonny into a seated position and applies a buffalo sleeper.

Dutch Harris: AGAIN with that left arm. Jonny?s arm has got to be nearly dead at this point.

Eryk Masters: And Josh is doing a VERY smart thing here. He?s immobilizing that arm, and making three of Jonny?s four signatures, including the Demoralization Process, that much weaker. If Jonny?s left arm is weak, how will he utilize the holds he needs to get those moves off?

Jonny is close to powering out. The hold is getting increasingly loose, and the crowd is starting to get behind Jonny Johnson. Almost as quickly as the hold was applied, Jonny somehow manages to hit a lowblow on the Real Deal, causing those cheers to become boos instantly. Real Deal?s doubled over, and Jonny reaches over Real Deal?s back, applying a cross faced chickenwing.

Dutch Harris: And it?s gutcheck time for the Real Deal. We?re about to find out if all of that work on Jonny?s arm paid off, or if it was all for naught.

Eryk Masters: I hear you on that one, Dutch. Real Deal doesn?t look to be fading too much, and with the crowd starting to get behind him, one has to wonder?

Real Deal appears to be wearing down, and the crowd now starts to chant his name. Jonny cinches the hold in, but Real Deal?s not saying die yet. Using his free right arm, Real Deal reaches up, grabs Jonny around the head and then twists his body, using the momentum to maneuver Jonny into a reverse DDT predicament. Again capitalizing on the momentum, Real Deal whips Jonny 180 degrees into his version of the Roll of the Dice, better known to the fans as the ART OF THE DEAL ?03. And the crowd goes NUTS.

Eryk Masters: YES!!

Dutch Harris: That was a BRILLIANT counter to the Demoralization Process. The similarity of the two moves was just enough that Real Deal could power out and then turn it into a roll of the dice of his own!!!

Real Deal covers?

1?

2?

3!!!

Eryk Masters: WHAT a match. You have to believe that there was some luck at work there. You just HAVE to believe that.

Dutch Harris: I don?t know? Real Deal worked that arm HARD. I think that despite the low blow, and the first part of the Demoralization Process, the fact that Jonny?s arm was weak cost him.

Real Deal rolls off of Jonny as the crowd cheers. The referee comes over and lifts his arm, as ?Born to Reign? plays over the PA.

Dutch Harris: There is a true warrior, Eryk? A hard earned victory tonight for The Real Deal, and as for Jonny? I just don?t know? Where does he go fro?

Dutch stops talking, his attention drawn toward the ring where Jonny Johnson is banging his fist VIOLENTLY into the mat? Slamming his fists in frustration? Pounding HARDER and HARDER and HARDER? GLARING at the Real Deal? Shaking his head? He stands up? slowly? SHOUTING at the Real Deal now?

The DEFILER: (off mic) NO! GODDAMNIT JOSH! FUCK YOU!!!! DON?T FUCKING WALK AWAY! TURN AROUND!!! YOU TURN AROUND NOW!

Dutch Harris: What the HELL is Jonny doing? He can?t really want seconds, can he?

Eryk Masters: I have no idea what is going through that man?s mind, Dutch?

Jonny shouts louder and louder at the Real Deal, screaming almost? Until Josh finally stops and turns around? Stops and turns around to see? to see a? a smiling face?

He nods at the Real Deal now? his anger seemingly gone at the snap of a finger? or in this case, the giving of attention? Jonny nods his head and motions for a microphone, eyes never ONCE leaving Real Deal.

Dutch Harris: I don?t fucking understand this? Jonny can barely move? And? (Frustrated) It just boggles my mind? Really FUCKING boggles it, Eryk? What are you DOING, Jonny?

Eryk Masters: You gotta calm down, Dutch? I have a feeling we?ll find out.

One of the ring attendants finally gets Jonny a microphone? The Defiler nods and mouths ?thank you?, still looking out at Josh who peers back at the edge of the entranceway.

The DEFILER: No, Josh? (Shaking his head) NO way? NO! (Calm, but a very strange intensity) NO JOSH! UH UH! NOPE! (Seemingly lost) This wasn?t it for you, man? Heh? No way in HELL? No way in HEAVEN? No way in ANYTHING. This was? This was? (Breathing slowly, keeping himself collected) This was just part of something MUCH bigger? Something? Something that YOU put in motion? YEAH, JOSH! (Pointing) YEAH! You? You just put the final touches on the war? You just fucking PUT THE FINAL TOUCHES ON THE END OF SHOOT PROJECT AS WE KNOW IT! (Laughing) And you?re not going to stop it either, are you bro?

Josh shrugs his shoulders and looks back in UTTER confusion, looking into the crazed eyes of a man who at one point he thought was Jonny Johnson.

The DEFILER: Don?t Josh. Don?t look at me like that. Like you?ve looked at all countless victims of Instant Heat? (Crowd pops at the mention of Instant Heat) Yeah? You like that, huh? INSTANT HEAT! (POP AGAIN) Heh? yeah, Josh? Don?t look at me like you do to all the others? All the others that spew out nonsense? Spew out crap that you KNOW is just? is just something to keep them alive? Something to keep their dignity in tact? THIS ISN?T ABOUT DIGNITY, JOSH!

Everyone seems a bit uneasy, including The Real Deal.

The DEFILER: You don?t understand? Just like no one here does? Cause you? Cause they? CAN?T UNDERSTAND. (Looking genuinely concerned) You don?t know what I know, Josh, but it wouldn?t matter, buddy. It wouldn?t matter because what I KNOW can NEVER be changed? IT?S THE IRREVERSIBLE DESTINY OF THIS ORGANIZATION! But Josh? I tried? (Serious, composed, compassionate) I tried, Josh? But it really didn?t matter? (Sighing) Didn?t matter because it COULDN?T matter, baby? (looking down to the ground) And now? Now the rest has to go down?

Josh continues to look at Jonny with the kind of eyes that say ?What the fuck??

The DEFILER: The rest, Josh? (Still looking down) Which is why? Heh? (Looking back up, staring Real Deal directly in the eye) Next week, Josh? At UNDER SIEGE? Next week, Josh, it will be a rematch? (Fans CHEER) And in this rematch, Josh, it will be YOUR PRIDE on the line AGAINST MY VERY LIVELIHOOD!

Pretty big pop from the crowd, and Josh?s interest perks up.

The DEFILER: Yeah? If you win, Josh? I leave SHOOT FOREVER? I give up the ONLY thing I have left? But, Real Deal, bro? If I win? If The DEFILER is victorious? You give up your pride, Josh, and you walk down to the ring the following Monday Night, and you PUBLICALLY DENOUNCE each and EVERY accomplishment that you and Instant Heat came across? And you tell the people? You TELL EVERYONE OUT HERE? In the back? Tell them the details behind your every heroic conquest? Tell them everything, Josh, and publicly thank ME for helping make it happen.

The fans boo EXTREMELY loudly now and a ?BULLSHIT? chant begins to pick up.

Dutch Harris: Couldn?t have said it any better myself.

On the ramp, Josh simply smirks and shakes his head, ?no?, and then starts to move backward as if about to exit.

The DEFILER: (Giving a smirk of his own) You have too much pride to walk away Josh? Too much pride to say no to me. (Shrugging) Because if you say no? If you say no to me right now, then you, in essence, are telling EVERY SINGLE MAN, WOMAN, and CHILD that a part of you is afraid. That a small part of you fears dealing with YOUR circumstances for defeat? (Smiling) And then, Josh, that fear will become a weakness? A constant reminder to the WORLD that, while you?re certainly ?still pretty good?, you AREN?T the? ?Real Deal?.

This comment draws an ?OOOH? from the crowd, as Real Deal seems to be generally perturbed now? Everyone watches Josh, though, wondering what his answer will be.

The DEFILER: (Sincerely) I?m alone in this world, Josh? So finish me off once and for all and have your stupid pride.

Real Deal looks at Jonny with the eyes of a killer, and after a pause, nods his head? Nods his head YES to a HUGE pop.

The DEFILER: (Smiling and nodding his head) And it starts, Josh. You didn?t fucking fail to come through? (Laughing a bit) Hope is illusion, Real Deal.

Real Deal simply points back at Jonny and glares, mouthing back something in response? while Jonny remains silent, nodding his head.

Dutch Harris: Wow, Eryk? Wow.

As the camera goes to the ring, the sound of ?Fistful Of Steel? by Rage Against The Machine is heard over the sound system. X-Calibur has just entered the ring and is standing on the top turnbuckle, holding his Iron Fist Title Belt over his head to the cheers of the fans. Samantha steps into the spotlight?

Samantha: ?Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is a Tag Team contest, scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first, in the corner to my right, hailing from Philadelphia Pennsylvania, he stands 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighs in at 242 pounds. This is your Shoot Project IRON FIST CHAMPION: X-CALIBUR!?

X-Calibur soaks in the ovation from the crowd. His music slowly dies down, and ?As One? by The Dropkick Murphys starts to play?

Samantha: ?And now, his partner! Hailing from Boston Massachusetts, standing 5 feet 11 inches, tall, he weighs in at 176 pounds: Here is ?Celtic Thunder??DECLAN O?LEARY!?

The fans cheer as Declan O?Leary emerges from the back and makes his way down the aisle, taking the time to exchange hi-fives with the fans as he does. Thomas leaps over the top rope and stands next to X-Calibur in the corner.

The sound of his music slowly fades out, and is replaced by 'I Just Want to Love U (Give It 2 Me)' by Jay Z. The fans immediately start to boo loudly, as the spotlight hits the head of the runway.

Samantha: ?And now, their opponents! Firstly, hailing from Manchester, England, he stands 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighs in at 245 pounds, this is the man who claims he ?Brings The Buy Rate??MR. PPV?EDDIE E!?

Eddie E makes his way into the aisle with much pomp and circumstance. Before starting to walk to the ring, he looks around at the fans, and then shakes his head and rolls his eyes in disgust. Mr. PPV starts to slowly swagger down the aisle, yelling at security to keep the fans away from him. Finally, Eddie gets into the ring, and holds his arms in the air to a chorus of jeers. His music fades, and ?AEnema" by Tool starts to play.

Samantha: ?His partner is from Tampa Florida, stands 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighed in at 283 pounds. This is ?The KING OF The Iron Fist? Ben Jackman!?
Ben Jackman emerges from the back and quickly stalks to the ring, his face like stone. Jackman ignores the hostile reaction from the fans and climbs into the ring as Samantha quickly exits, the referee enters, and the bell rings to start the match.

Eryk Masters: ?Jackman looks like he is all business tonight.?

Dutch Harris: ?You know, Jackman has been on a mission lately. He has been kicking everybody?s ass, stepping on everybody?s toes, and he doesn?t seem to care WHO he pisses off.?

As soon as the bell rings, Jackman and Mr. PPV look at each other, nod, and then charge at Celtic Thunder and X-Calibur. Mr. PPV and Ben Jackman both whip their opponents into the ropes. X-Calibur and Thomas come off the ropes at the same time, and both get tossed high into the air in a double back body drop, as the fans voice their displeasure by booing loudly.

The two superstars toss Declan O?Leary over the top rope, and then double whip X-Calibur into the ropes, and nail him with a brutal double shoulder tackle, driving him into the mat. X-Calibur hits the mat, and Jackman immediately hoists him back up, and then snaps him back in a quick snap suplex!

Mr. PPV heads to his corner, as Declan O?Leary kneels outside the ring, trying to gather himself after being thrown over the top rope. Jackman continues to work on the Iron Fist Champion. Just as X starts to get up, Jackman hurls him back again with a Northern Lights Suplex! X-Calibur gamely gets to his feet, only to be met by Jackman again, this time with a Slingshot Suplex, and this time Jackman floats over for the cover?

Eryk Masters: ?COVER! One! Two! NO!?

Dutch Harris: ?People tend to forget that despite the fact he is known as a pugilist, Jackman is also a master of the Suplex?and he?s showing that here.?

Jackman looks at Celtic Thunder, who has climbed to the apron, and smirks. At O?Leary looks on enraged, Jackman gives him the finger! Declan charges into the ring!

The referee orders Declan O?Leary out to the ring apron, which gives Mr. PPV and Ben Jackman a chance to execute another double team maneuver. Ben Jackman hoists the stunned X-Calibur up, and holds him in a Full Nelson position. Mr. PPV pulls a pair of brass knuckles out of his tights?and smashes the Iron Fist Champion right in the THROAT, as the fans gasp in shock and horror! X-Calibur?s hands fly to his throat, as he turns red in the face, and starts to kick frantically trying to breathe. Jackman grinds his boot over the neck of X-Calibur, and then casually heads to the apron, leaving Eddie E. in the ring with the Iron Fist Champion.

Mr. PPV pulls the wounded X-Calibur to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. X-Calibur comes off, and Mr. PPV throws a clothesline, but, X-Calibur ducks, and leaps to his corner, making the tag out to Celtic Thunder!

The fans erupt at the hot tag to Declan O?Leary. Declan leaps over the top rope, and squares off with Mr. PPV. The two men start to lock up in the center of the ring, in a test of strength, but at the last minute, Eddie kicks Celtic Thunder right in the groin, as the fans groan in sympathy.

Eryk Masters: ?OUCH! That hurts just looking at it!?

Dutch Harris: ?Ha Ha Ha! Mr. PPV never met a rule he wouldn?t break, and an advantage he wouldn?t take!?

Mr. PPV starts to viciously stomp at the head of Declan O'Leary, rocking him. Eddie rakes his fingers across the eyes of the man known as Celtic Thunder, and then starts slapping him in the face repeatedly. Finally, Mr. PPV locks Declan O?Leary up and executes a crushing side suplex. Eddie E. drops down for the cover?

One!

Two!

But Declan O?Leary gamely kicks out before the three count!

Mr. PPV pulls Declan O?Leary to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. Declan O?Leary flies across the ring, hits the ropes, and then rebounds off, and catches Mr. PPV right in the midsection with a SPEAR!

The air is driven right out of Eddie E., and he hits the mat. Declan O?Leary springs to his feet, and sees X-Calibur reaching across for the tag, so he tags in X-Calibur. Mr. PPV rolls over, and tags in Ben Jackman!

The two men meet in the middle of the ring at the same time. Ben Jackman starts to fire rapid shots at the Iron Fist Champion, hammering him right in the face with repeated punches from his taped left hand.

X-Calibur hits the canvas at full speed like a ton of bricks, stunned. Ben Jackman pulls him up again, deftly reaches around, locks him up, and then plants him into the mat with a double underhook piledriver!

Eryk: ?Man, X-Calibur and O?Leary are in big trouble here??

Dutch: ?There?s two problems here. First, X is used to teaming up with The Real Deal, not O?Leary, so I bet that is screwing up his timing. Second, Jackman is PISSED, and is wrestling like a man possessed!?

After hitting the double underhook piledriver, Ben Jackman drops down for the cover?

ONE!

TWO!

Declan O?Leary rushes in, and breaks the count with a boot to the back of Ben Jackman. Celtic Thunder then turns his back, and heads back to his corner after breaking the count. Mr. PPV rushes into the ring, and charges at Declan O?Leary. Eddie reaches over, grabs Declan O?Leary by the shoulder, and spins him around?Declan O?Leary comes face to face with Mr. PPV?who NAILS him his patented Inverted Hammerlock DDT: SMELL THE BUY RATE! As the fans boo loudly, Mr. PPV throws Declan O?Leary out of the ring, and theatrically wipes his hands together as if he had been handling garbage!

As X-Calibur still lays stunned on the mat, Ben Jackman applies a standing head scissors and grabs the Iron Fist Champion around the waist. Jackman lifts X-Calibur up so he is over his shoulder, places both his arms under the arms of the champion and then extends his arms out as far as he can...the fans continue to boo loudly as Jackman has the Iron Fist Champion set up?Jackman pulls down, flipping X-Calibur?s body over so he is falling face first towards the mat?and on the way down, Jackman hooks X-Calibur's head in a front face lock and falls to the mat, driving the champion head first into the mat at full speed, with a sickeningly violent impact!
Eryk Masters: ?BLACKOUT BOMB 03! WHAT IMPACT! Jackman goes for the cover??

Dutch Harris: ?ONE! TWO! THREE! That?s IT! Nobody is going to get up after the Blackout Bomb?I don?t care if you?re the Iron Fist Champion or not! So much for home field advantage! This was X-Calibur?s home crowd, but it didn?t do him any good! He just got clobbered by Ben Jackman!?

X-Calibur lays flat on his back in the middle of the ring, unconscious as Declan O?Leary starts to stir outside the ring, and gets to his hands and knees, shaking his head. The sound of Tool starts to blast from the sound system, as Ben Jackman reaches over the top rope, and yells something at Samantha.

Samantha shakes her head fearfully, but Jackman yells it again. Samantha reluctantly hands Ben Jackman X-Calibur?s Iron Fist Title Belt! Jackman holds the belt high over his head, and then points at himself.

As the fans continue to jeer, Jackman slowly lays the belt over the face of the unconscious X-Calibur!

Samantha: ?Ladies and Gentlemen, HERE are your WINNERS: Ben Jackman, and Eddie E!?

The announcers show a replay of the amazing powerbomb by Ben Jackman, as Declan O?Leary crawls into the ring to check on X-Calibur, and Eddie E. and Jackman solemnly shake hands and head up the aisle, still ignoring

It?s ?Stillborn? by Black Label Society, and the crowd POPS HUGE! An INCREDIBLE OVATION for the world heavyweight champion, and Del enters just as pumped up! He busts through the curtains, and holds his title HIGH into the air, and the fans respond with ANOTHER GIGANTIC POP! Pacing at the top of the ramp way he moves back and forth between both sides, pointing at fans, shouting! He finally makes his way down the aisle, bumping a few fists and just generally showing these fans all the respect in the world!

Dutch Harris: LISTEN TO THESE PEOPLE RESPOND! Del Carver is HERE, folks, and you are watching THE REIGN OF HONOR!

Del makes his way into the ring and hoists the title up once again, posing amidst a sea of flashing lights!

Dutch Harris: And what an incredible reign it has been thus far, Eryk. He defeated OutKast, arguably the greatest performer in modern history, and has not slowed down EVER since. However, tonight, he faces perhaps his? Well his most ?interesting? opponent to date as he goes toe to toe with? The Masked Luchadore.

Eryk Masters: (Laughing) And old Del is not unfamiliar with the masked man, mystery opponent, Dutch. In fact, Del?s FIRST reign as world champion was ended by such an opposition about a year ago now, and in all honesty, if you?re going to beat Carver, this is the best way to go about it.

Dutch Harris: What? How do you figure, Eryk?

Eryk Masters: Del?s a fiery guy, and if you can get into his head? Who knows what kind of stupid ?hardcore? bullshit you can get the champ to try. I mean, Dutch, let?s not kid ourselves? Del isn?t exactly a technical phenom, nor the ?sharpest? knife in the drawer. He?s an old man who runs on adrenaline, and I think that if anyone is going to end this ?Reign of Honor?, it?ll be the MASKED LUCHADORE.

Dutch Harris: You?re kidding, right? Of all the great talent here in SHOOT, you think it?s The Masked Luchadore that has the best chance? Eryk? that?s retarded.

Eryk Masters: Hey man? Just don?t say I didn?t tell you so when OUR NEW SHOOT Champion is hailing from MEXICO and wears a MASK!

Dutch Harris: At any rate, folks? we?re just?

Suddenly the cameras cut backstage, the footage airing to those watching at home as well as over the SHOOT-Tron to those watching in the arena.

Dutch Harris: Huh? What the hell?

The Masked Luchadore is just outside his locker room handing several dollar bills to Miguel, his manager. Miguel counts through the bills and then nods his head at the Masked Luchadore.

Miguel: Dude? fifty? You SAID SEVENTY-FIVE?

The Masked Luchadore: Man, shut the fuck up. You want me to? (Suddenly looking up and seeing the camera) Whoa? Hey! Get this shit out of the way, man? JESUS! (Shouting at Miguel) You did this, didn?t you? (Shaking his head, pushing the camera man down.) YOU SON OF A BITCH!

The cameraman is down and we see only their feet?

Dutch Harris: What?s going on?!

Eryk Masters: I don?t know, but? But did the Masked Luchadore look awfully a lot like?

The Masked Luchadore (Voice): Boys, teach this motherfucker a lesson!

The cameraman struggles to get up, which makes the footage shaky and out of focus? However, there are sounds of a scuffle?

The Masked Luchadore: (Clearing his throat) Now? time to ba-ring honor to the MEH-HICO!

Three men walk away from the scene? The camera doesn?t focus quickly enough to catch who, but the Masked Luchadore was not alone.

Back to the ring now, and Del Carver, watches on, shaking his head, seeming to have a better understanding of what is happening. He waves toward the curtain, gesturing that ?The Masked Luchadore? get his ass out here now!

Dutch Harris: Eryk, what in fuck did we just see? Was that? I mean, I don?t want to speculate, but was that? Was that Chris Davis?!

Eryk Masters: You couldn?t really tell, Dutch? The voice was muffled, but? Oh man it sure as hell seemed like it.

Before either man can speculate further, the sounds of ?REALLY CLICH? SPANISH MUSIC? blare throughout the arena. The fans respond with mild apathy, though a few boos for this ?Mexican Legend?. No one really seems to be able to pin point EXACTLY who this man is, but one thing is for sure? HE IS NOT A FRIGGIN LUCHADORE!

The man stands in at probably? Well at LEAST six foot-five or six and looks to weigh close to 270 pounds! He sports a long sleeved GREEN wrestling shirt and tights, and a JEWELED GREEN MASK? and? well doesn?t even look all that professional either? Like he just made this costume last night.

He parades down the ring, though, slapping hands with a very confused crowd, looking toward Del in the ring, pointing and nodding his head.

Dutch Harris: This is fishy, Eryk? Does he look like an ?esteemed? Mexican Luchadore to you?

Eryk Masters: I don?t like to judge a book by its cover, but no? And I?m pretty sure that you?d be hard pressed to find the name ?Escorpio? in any of the record books.

The Masked Luchadore hops up on to the apron, as if to ?sport his Luchadore qualities?, and looks straight ahead and Del Carver. However, Del has HAD ENOUGH and charges past Scott Kamura, knocking The Masked Luchadore off the mat! The crowd pops, and Del Carver continues to onslaught!

Dutch Harris: Carver looks like he wants to KILL this guy!

Carver goes out of the ring and follows a back pedaling Masked Luchadore? Carver is unrelenting and sends an ARRANT kick STRAIGHT into the Masked Luchadore?s, masked face! The Masked Luchadore grabs at his face, in obvious pain, and Carver leans over and picks him up! Carver throws a couple more STIFF AS FUCK right hands, showing ?Escoprio? that he?s in no mood to ?wrestle? This is going to be a beating.

Del tosses The Masked Luchadore back into the ring, and methodically follows behind, trash talking and taunting the entire time! The crowd loves it though, suddenly very much into the contest! The Masked Luchadore, is a daze seems to be waving toward the back, but Carver ignores it and kicks the struggling Luchadore in the face ONE MORE TIME! Carver then drops down and mounts The Luchadore, throwing PUNCH AFTER PUNCH AFTER PUNCH!

Dutch Harris: CARVER IS KILLING HIM! OH MY GOD!

Eryk Masters: I LIKE IT!

Carver then grabs the Luchadore by the back of his mask and begins slamming his head into the canvas over and over and OVER and OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN! OH JESUS CHRIST! AGAIN AND AGAIN, until he stops and looks out to the crowd, who again POP MASSIVE!

The champ picks the Luchadore up and WHIPS him into the ropes, following with a HORRENDOUS clothesline! The Luchadore falls down HARD and Carver SHOUTS OUT TO THE FANS!

Dutch Harris: Carver motioning to the outside? and? (noticing something) What the hell does the Masked Luchadore keep waving at?

Eryk Masters: I noticed that too, Dutch. He looks like he?s calling for someone.

Back in the ring, well out of it, Del is looking around the ring area, checking under the apron? Before apparently finding what he was looking for! The fans ARE UP IN ARMS, as Del raises a ROLL OF BARBED WIRE UP ABOVE HIS HEAD!

Eryk Masters: BARBED WIRE, DUTCH! I REAAALLLLY LIKE IT!

Dutch Harris: Del with the barbed wire, and if there isn?t a man who knows how to us it better!

Carver begins furiously wrapping the barbed wire around his fists, signaling that a TOKOYO KISS may be on the way! However, the fans, jumping up and down, suddenly stop and look toward the aisle way, and begin to BOO PRETTY DAMN LOUD!

Dutch Harris: NO! That?s? that?s? That?s CHRISTIAN AND ANGEL!

Eryk Masters: Why the hell? OH MY GOD? NO? It can?t?

Dutch Harris: This might turn out ugly, Eryk!

Angel and Christian begin to storm toward Carver, but YOUR world champion is MORE READY THAN EVER! Angel charges first, but Del absolutely CLOBBERS HIM WITH A TOKOYO KISS!!! HUGE POP!!! Christian attacking now! DEL SWINGS, Christian ducks, but in one motion DEL TURNS AROUND AND LANDS A TEXAS TORNADO TOKOYO KISS!!!! HUUUUUUUGGGGEEEE POP!!! OH MY GOD!!! Christian is down!!! Angel is down!!! DEL IS ON FIRE!!!

Dutch Harris: LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!!!!

Del throws the barbed wire on top of the fallen bodies and looks back into the ring, watching an absolutely FRIGHTENED Masked Luchadore try to get to his feet! Del slides back into the ring and FLIES at his opponent! However, somehow, someway, the Masked Luchadore ducks out of the way! Del moves past and as he turns around and tries to gain his balance, The Masked Luchadore lands a boot into the midsection! He then moves around and locks in both of Del?s arm, turning him around!

Dutch Harris: ABYSS!!! GOD NO! THE ABYSS!!!

Eryk Masters: That can only mean ONE THING!

The Masked Luchadore taunts the crowd and tries to drop the Abyss! BUT DEL PUSHES OUT!!! The Masked Luchadore flies into the ropes and on the way back GETS LOCKED INTO A SLEEPER! Not for long though! Carver repositions his hands into? A FULL NELSON! The other arm around The Luchadore?s waist!!! THE CROWD IS PUMPED AS HELL!!! HERE IT COMES!

Del spins and torques back, ABOSLUTELY SHATTERING THE SKULL of the Masked Luchadore with his DIAMOND DEATH DROP!

Dutch Harris: ACCEDEMIC!

Kamura is down for the count, the fans SCREAMING, JUMPING, and COUNTING ALONG!

?ONE!!!?

?TWO!!!?

?THREE!!!?

Dutch Harris: ENIGMA?S LAST MINUTE PLANS WERE FOILED! OH MY GOD!

Eryk Masters: WOW! You have to wonder if Del will make it TWO this Sunday, Dutch? It?ll be tough to call though? It?s possible that in trying to get in Del?s head, Enigma failed to come up with a decent game plan? At any rate, you have to imagine that this Sunday both of those men will be rea?

Dutch Harris: (Interrupting Masters) DEL?S NOT DONE!!! LOOK!

In the ring, Del has the Masked Luchadore pressed into the corner of the ring, holding him up by the throat. He glares at him? glares a hole right through him.

Del Carver: You son of a bitch, Chris! You goddamn son of a bitch!

He slaps The Masked Luchadore in the face and then GRABS at the mask to a HUGE POP! He tears it off and SLAMS IT VIOLENTLY TO THE GROUND! The Luchadore grabs at his face, trying to hide, but it?s too little too late! Del rears back and LEVELS him! The Luchadore is down? And we see that?

Huh?

Del looks down at the fallen body of the Masked Luchadore and sees that?

Eryk Masters: (Shocked) The Masked Luchadore was? a? masked luchadore?

"Now if that isn't a Kodak moment I don't know what one is"

It?s the smiling face of ENIGMA? Chris Davis, in street clothes? sitting in a chair at what looks to be his home. He smiles and then laughs, while Del Carver shakes his head, mouthing the words? ?You son of a bitch.? The crowd BOOS BIG TIME? MASSIVE HEAT on Enigma? who just laughs.

Enigma: That "what the fuck is this all about" look on your face, man that's priceless. Hehe!

Close your mouth Del, you're gonna let flies in. (smirks) Can ya fucking believe it Del? A real live Masked Luchadore? That's why you got a SHOOT project television. I mean I wondered all week who this cat was. Between you and me Del, I thought it was me for awhile too.

But then I remembered... (Slaps forehead)...I'm suspended. And I promised to J.J.... not that one... the other one, that I wouldn't do anything bad until the 28th and we all know that I am an honorable man who keeps his word at all costs. (takes a sip from his glass)

So yeah...listen up there cowboy...real nice job on Pepe there...real impressive.... real nail biter.

The fans continue to boo, as Del continues to shout toward the image of Davis on the SHOOT-Tron.

Enigma: Less than 7 days Del.

Less than 7 days and I'm coming for that which has eluded me for FAR too long. All you gotta do is keep me from it.

Think you can do it?

I don't...

Oh this is gonna be SO exciting.

Under Siege, the 28th, I'll see you there cowboy?

Bye now.

The SHOOT Project logo and copyright information pops up at the bottom of the screen, as the scene fades on Enigma laughing and Del glaring.