MAYHEM
Monday, April 26th, 2010
Atlanta, Georgia
Play by Play: Michael Cole
Color Commentator: Paul Heyman
Ring Announcer: Justin Roberts

Pre-Show Matches
Sheamus def. Eugene via Pin Fall in 2:18
Jack Swagger def. Super Crazy cleanly via Pin Fall in 7:51

Fade up.

Anyone who expected the first ever edition of SGW Mayhem to be less
than spectacular truly does not know Eric Bischoff! The fans are packed
wall to wall, floor to ceiling, and the camera pans wildly all over the
building, giving the viewers at home the full focus of just how big this event
is! Pyro explodes on the stage and all the way down the entrance ramp as a
shower of golden pyrotechnics rain down above the ring, almost completely
obscuring it from view! Paul Heyman and Michael Cole rave on commentary
about how huge this event is in this new landscape of professional wrestling!
As the cameras begin scanning the front row, allowing the rabid fans to
scream into the camera or hold up their signs, we see such huge celebrities
in attendance as GENE SIMMONS of KISS! FREDDIE PRINZE, JR.! ROB
SCHNEIDER! AND MATTHEW FOX! Truly, the first edition of Mayhem is a
star-studded event! The opening video for Mayhem plays out on the large
Golden-Tron at the top of the ramp and as the pyrotechnics display comes
to an end and the video stops, leaving only a giant 'SGW' logo frozen on
the Tron, "Back in Black" by AC/DC hits to a massive pop!

The song plays for several long seconds before finally, the man of the
hour, the man with the power, the very reason every single one of these
people are united here on this evening, the owner of Solid Gold Wrestling,
ERIC BISCHOFF, walks out onto the stage in a black suit with... Holy shit,
TRISH STRATUS, one of the greatest and hottest female competitors in
the history of the sport, on his arm! They stand on the stage for a moment,
soaking in the massive amount of cheers before finally making their way
down the ramp. Bischoff looks out at everyone with that cocky grin he's
known for as Trish reaches out to slap the hands of some of the excited
fans. Trish leaves Bischoff's arm and walks up the ringsteps as Bischoff
makes a lap around the ring, stopping in front of Gene Simmons, pointing at
him with both hands and stating "I LOVE THIS GUY!" before taking a few
steps, getting an unexpected hug from Rob Schneider, and then demanding
that security drag him out! "No touching! No touching!" Bischoff says with a
smile as the star of The Animal is dragged out of the building. Bischoff
finally steps up onto the apron and holds the ropes open for Trish to step
through. Bischoff follows her in and calls for a microphone. He receives one
in very short order. Trish applauds quietly behind him as he stands there,
unable to speak because the reaction is just too massive. Bischoff finally
has to take the dive and try to talk over them, we're on a schedule after
all!

Eric Bischoff: Ladies and gentlemen... WELCOME TO MAYHEM!

The fans pop huge, following up with a loud "THANK YOU, ERIC!" chant.
Bischoff looks out at the fans, nodding along with the chant as though he
knows he's giving them the greatest gift the wrestling world has ever seen.
Bischoff pats his heart before slowly raising the microphone once again and
speaking, that smile never once leaving his face.

Eric Bischoff: See, Shane... That's what we in the business call.. An
entrance!

Another huge pop as Bischoff walks a small circle around the ring, letting all
of the fans know how seriously he's taking the competition, that smile
getting bigger and bigger as he stops to speak again.

Eric Bischoff: I mean, seriously! The Laker Girls!? A bunch of former
strippers dancing to open a wrestling show!? Where'd you lift that idea?!
Oh yeah, from me!

Bischoff shakes his head, disappointed by his competition.

Eric Bischoff: But it's all good. You can have that one for free! After all,
who needs the Laker Girls when I'm standing in the ring with one of the
hottest women in the entire world today, TRISH STRATUS!

Bischoff takes Trish by the hand and guides her in front of him. He spins
her around as the fans start a loud "TRISH!" chant now. He lets go of her
hand and Bischoff very openly checks her out from behind before she steps
to the side of him and he begins to speak again.

Eric Bischoff: Now, you're probably wondering why Trish Stratus is out
here right now other than the obvious reason... She's hot! But the truth is..
The real reason.. Is Eric Bischoff has done it again.. That's right, just like
when I strip-mined Mexico for the luchadors and changed the face of
wrestling in North America forever... I have done it again!

The fans wait in anticipation of what Bischoff is about to announce.

Eric Bischoff: Tonight, you're all going to witness the debut of Solid Gold
Wrestling's very own... CHICKFIGHT DIVISION! That's right, for the very
first time in the history of professional wrestling, a global company is going
to showcase a legitimate all women's division that doesn't focus on pudding!
That doesn't focus on lingerie! That puts the focus on the talents of the
women and shows that they can go just as fast.. And as hard.. As the men!

Big pop.

Eric Bischoff: I've searched the world over for the best female athletes
and I've brought the best of the best, the cream of the crop, to Solid Gold
Wrestling because not only do the Chickfight competitors deserve only the
best... But so do all of you!

"THANK YOU, ERIC!"

Eric Bischoff: I've found the best in America! I've gone to Canada! I've
gone to AUSTRALIA! Even JAPAN! And I have found the best crop of
women athletes this sport has to offer and you're only going to find them
right here.. IN SOLID GOLD WRESTLING!

Trish smiles, applauding behind Bischoff as the fans pop.

Eric Bischoff: That brings me back to Trish.. Why is she here EXACTLY, you
ask? Something as big, something as revolutionary as SGW's Chickfight
Division deserves a woman who is smart... Sexy... And most importantly..
POWERFUL enough to maintain order.. To enforce the rules.. And if
someone gets out of line, someone who can put them right back in!

Bischoff points at Trish Stratus.

Eric Bischoff: Ladies and gentlemen, TRISH STRATUS, your CHICKFIGHT
COMMISSIONER!

Huge pop as Trish steps forward and raises her fist in the air with a big
smile on her face. Trish turns and shakes Bischoff's hand and takes the
microphone from him. "TRISH!" chants fill the arena once again.

Trish Stratus: Eric, I'm honored. This is a role I plan to take very seriously.
To lead a new generation of female athletes is more than I could have ever
asked for.. I plan to use all of my knowledge and experience to make sound
decisions and teach and mold this division into something women all around
the world can be proud of! And tonight, all of you are going to witness the
beginning of the Chickfight Division. Tonight, there will be a twenty woman
battle royal and the last two women standing will face each other on May
30th in a match to determine the first ever SGW Chickfight Champion!

Big pop for that. Trish looks pleased at the reaction her announcement has
gotten. When the fans quiet down a bit, she begins to speak again.

Trish Stratus: Thank you for all of your support! I have to go to the back
now and make sure everything is in place for our big debut but I promise
each and everyone of you, if you give us a chance to show you what we can
do, you will leave tonight one hundred percent.. Stratusfied!

Trish raises her hand in the air, receiving another pop, and hands the
microphone back to Bischoff. Bischoff holds the ropes open for her as she
steps out onto the apron and hops to the floor. Bischoff watches as she
walks to the back with a smile on his face.

Eric Bischoff: I won't lie, I'm Stratusfied already!

He waves as she leaves.

Eric Bischoff: Bye, Trish! Love ya'!

She stops on the stage, turns to blow him a kiss, and then steps through the
curtain. Bischoff stands in the middle of the ring and raises the microphone
to speak again.

Eric Bischoff: Now, if you weren't just totally distracted by her beauty,
you MIGHT have heard her mention a certain date.. Sunday, May 30th..
Now, that's not just any date.. That's the date of Solid Gold Wrestling's...
PAY-PER-VIEW DEBUT!

Huge pop.

Eric Bischoff: The event.. Is called SUPREMACY! Because that is what
we're fighting for! THAT is what we'll have! And believe me, there's
nothing and no one out there... That can take it from us! And it will be at
Supremacy where we crown out first ever Solid Gold Wrestling WORLD
Heavyweight Champion!

Bischoff almost laughs out loud as he continues.

Eric Bischoff: That's right, WORLD Heavyweight Champion! We don't have
to defend our belt in different countries to earn that name! We'll get
there eventually, we're the biggest company in the world right now anyway!
And everyone knows that Solid Gold Wrestling is the only company alive
today that has real WORLD CLASS TALENT!

Eric Bischoff takes a few steps forward, getting fired up.

Eric Bischoff: And that world class talent will collide head to head on May
30th at Supremacy in an eight man, single elimination tournament to crown
the first champ! And there's not going to be any boring qualifiers! There's
not going to be any SEEDING.. Solid Gold Wrestling fans aren't STUPID!
Solid Gold Wrestling fans KNOW who the real stars are! Tonight and on
every show on the way to Supremacy, we're not focusing on who
DESERVES to be in the tournament, we're focusing on giving you, THE
FANS, the best show we possibly can!

"THANK YOU, ERIC!"

Bischoff wanders over to the ropes, leaning on the top rope casually. He
leans into the camera and shoots it a wink.

Eric Bischoff: Seeding? Qualifiers? A ranking system? Hey, Shane.. Bite
me!

A big pop and some laughter. Bischoff backs away from the ropes.

Eric Bischoff: Now, you're probably wondering right now if the eight men
have already been chosen and what I have to say to that is... Yes! And now
you're probably wondering if I'm going to reveal who they are.. And the
answer to that... IS ALSO YES! I've got nothing to hide! I want you guys
ready! I want you pumped! I want you to watch Mayhem every week and
think to yourself.. DAMN, I CAN'T WAIT FOR SUPREMACY!! So, who is
gonna be in the tournament!? Let's see.. What do you guys think about...

Bischoff's voice rises.

Eric Bischoff: JEFF HARDY!!

Huge pop. "HARDY!" chant.

Eric Bischoff: REY MYSTERIO!!

Another big pop.

Eric Bischoff: JEFF... JARRETT!!

Mixed reaction, can't win'em all.

Eric Bischoff: MISTER MONDAY NIGHT!! ROB VAN DAM!!!

Massive pop!

Eric Bischoff: RANDY.. ORTON!!

Another huge pop.

Eric Bischoff: CHRIS JERICHO!!!

Big "Y2J" chant.

Eric Bischoff: MR. ANDERSON!!!

Another mixed reaction. Bischoff shrugs.

Eric Bischoff: AND JOHN CENAAAAAAAA!!!!

Every pop Bischoff has gotten so far is now being rivaled by the amount of
boos that John Cena gets. Bischoff looks shocked, even though that smile
still never leaves his face.

Eric Bischoff: Oh come on, what's wrong with John Cena!?

A huge "HE CAN'T WRESTLE!" chant breaks out.

Eric Bischoff: He's a huge star!

The chant is replaced by boos. Bischoff laughs.

Eric Bischoff: Moving on.. Moving on! I told all of you that Solid Gold
Wrestling has world class wrestlers.. Solid Gold Wrestling is going to be a
company where the stars come to shine their brightest! On the grandest
stage of them all every night! But I'm not just talking about in the ring! I
want huge stars, the biggest stars, all around Solid Gold Wrestling events! I
want the fans to show up and not just get to see the wrestlers in the ring,
I want the fans to see some of the GREATS.. I want guys who may never
step into an SGW ring to compete but can go out there on SGW's behalf
and make an SGW autograph signing as big as an episode of Mayhem! I want
guys who can come out here, exert a little bit of authority, and make a big
event EVEN BIGGER! And who knows, one day, if the circumstances are
right, these guys might just get in the ring and show the world THEY'VE
STILL GOT IT! And what better place to do it than Solid Gold Wrestling!!

A big pop followed by silent anticipation as the fans wait and wonder where
Eric Bischoff is going with this..

Eric Bischoff: That is why I've hired what I'm going to call Solid Gold
Wrestling... Ambassadors! Some of the biggest stars in the history of the
business.. Exclusive to SGW.. And proud to represent SGW here on Mayhem
and at special events.. Everybody, allow me to introduce you to the first
SGW Ambassador.. You may have heard of him..... "ROWDY" RODDY PIPER!!

The fans pop huge as the bagpipes begin playing throughout the arena!
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper steps through the curtain, wearing his 'Hot Rod' t-
shirt, kilt, and leather jacket. The fans stand and applaud as Piper makes his
way to the ring, chewing gum with a big grin on his face. He steps through
the ropes and walks right over to shake Eric Bischoff's hand.

Eric Bischoff: Thanks for comin', Rod!

Roddy Piper snatches the microphone out of Bischoff's hand, wiping the
smile off of his face for the first time all night. The fans pop big as Piper
walks around the ring, a huge grin on his own face, with the microphone in
his hand. Piper continues pacing as he raises the microphone to speak.

Roddy Piper: Thanks for comin'!

He laughs loudly.

Roddy Piper: THANKS FOR COMIN'! HAAAAAAAAAA!

He turns, pointing at Bischoff and opening his mouth almost as big as he can
with every word he speaks, spitting everywhere in the process.

Roddy Piper: BISCHOFFFFFFF!! YOU GOT NO IDEA WHAT YOU GOT
YOURSELF INTO NOW WHEN YOU SIGNED "ROWDY" RODDY PIPER,
PAL!!

Bischoff swallows hard, getting legitimately concerned now.

Roddy Piper: I know who you really are, EEEEEEEASY E! And you can sign who
ya' want! You can push who ya' want! You might be able to fool these
people but I KNOOOOOOW who you are, man! You're the savior of the
business!? YOU!? I was there when ya' were gettin' Verne Gagne's coffee!
I was there when ya' killed WCW! And I was watchin' when TNA went
under! I've never liked you, Bischoff! I only signed a contract to be an
SGW--

Quotation fingers from the Hot Rod!

Roddy Piper: --AMBASSADOR because I wanted to be here when ya' showed
your true colors! When ya' started to wear thin like ya' always do.. 'Cause
let me tell ya', man, I'm not here for you! I didn't sign on the dotted line
for YOU, UH-UH! NO WAY!! I'm here for the fans!! And I'm here for the
boys in the back who don't know no better.. Than to trust a sorry sack o'
liiiiiiiiiiies like ERIC BISCHOFF!!

Bischoff and Piper are almost nose to nose as Piper continues screaming in
Bischoff's face. Bischoff is clearly embarrassed at this outburst. Piper is
now risking ruining Bischoff's big night.

Roddy Piper: You thought ya' hired a YES-MAN but all ya' did was pull the
pin on a hand grenade! And if ya' try anything funny with me or with the
boys in the back while I'm around, I'll blow up right in your face!

Piper's face is red and he is shaking with intensity.

Roddy Piper: Kiss my assssssssssss, Bischoff! How do ya' like that?! What
do ya' think o' that, huh!? HAAAAAAAA! RODDY PIPER IS HERE.. And
whether ya' like it or not, HERE TO STAY!

Piper breaks eye contact with Bischoff, wheeling around hard and fast to
address the fans directly.

Roddy Piper: SOLID GOLD WRESTLING!! IT'S TIME TO PAY THE PIPER!!

Massive pop. This is the best Piper has looked in years. He turns around and
shoves the microphone hard into Bischoff's chest. Bischoff looks down at
it, gently takes it from Piper's hand and clears his throat. Piper stares at
Bischoff with that twisted grin and Bischoff unexpectedly responds with
one of his own.

Eric Bischoff: Thanks, Roddy. And folks, THAT is the kind of excitement
and unpredictability you can expect in Solid Gold Wrestling! And speaking of
excitement.. Speaking of unpredictability... Allow me to introduce to you
the next SGW Ambassador.. One of the greatest, most popular superstars
of all time.. A multiple time World Heavyweight Champion.. And the man who
practically created the ATTITUDE ERA....... Everyone get on your feet....
FOR STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN!!!!!!!!

The glass shatters and the roof nearly comes off of the building! Even
Piper applauds as the music plays throughout the arena but as the seconds
tick by, Steve Austin never makes an appearance. The music shuts off and
the fans go quiet before a smattering of boos begins to rise up and spread
throughout the building. Piper grabs Bischoff by the wrist and yanks the
microphone up to his mouth.

Roddy Piper: Wow, Eric, that was exciting AND unpredictable! HA HA!

Bischoff yanks his arm away from Piper and Piper spins around, raising his
fists in the air to a big pop while laughing. Bischoff is furious now, having
been embarrassed twice in a row.

Eric Bischoff: Get your damn hands off of me! Steve Austin wants to no-
show?! He wants to take his ball and go home!? Big surprise! I don't care!
Because my next ambassador is more famous than he'll ever be! He's one
of the biggest stars in history! Not just in wrestling... Ever! Ladies and
gentlemen, who would've thought you'd get something THIS main event
worthy in the opening of the show!? I give you one of the greatest world
champions of all time, the biggest star ever! The LEGEND.. THE ICON..

Bischoff points at the stage.

Eric Bischoff: ..........HULK HOGAN!!!!

"Real American" hits to a massive pop as a GIANT American flag unrolls and
covers up the entire Golden-Tron and most of the stage set-up. Hulk Hogan
emerges from the back wearing black jeans, red sun glasses, a black
bandana, and a classic red and yellow 'Hulkamania' t-shirt. Hulk Hogan
stands on the stage, soaking up the cheers and receives a standing ovation.
Hogan cups his ear and the crowd gets even louder! Hogan goes through all
of his trademark poses before finally making his way down to the ring.
Hogan climbs into the ring and walks to the center of the ring. He goes
through the poses again as the fans start a loud "HULK!" chant. Hogan
finishes up, shakes hands with Bischoff and then sees Piper approaching with
his hand extended. Hogan looks skeptical about shaking hands with his
oldest enemy but offers his own hand as well... Only for Piper to retract it
at the last second to a mixed reaction and then step through the ropes and
out of the ring! Hogan smirks as Piper backs up the ramp laughing with his
arms outstretched like he just won a match. Piper waves off what's going
on in the ring and disappears behind the giant flag and goes to the back.
Bischoff and Hogan do their best to ignore Piper's disrespect.

Eric Bischoff: Ladies and gentlemen.. HULK HOGAN!

Hogan takes the microphone from Bischoff and stands there for a moment,
waiting for the fans to be quiet so that he can speak. Finally, Hogan gets an
opening...

Hulk Hogan: Let me tell ya' somethin', Solid Gold Wrestlin' fans! When the
Hulkster got a phone call from his boy, Easy E, let's just say.. He was a
little skeptical! See, there I was.. Sittin' at home, pumpin' the iron, workin'
out the largest arms in the world and bein' content to do just that for the
rest of my days, man... And here comes, Easy E, my brah, askin' me.. Beggin'
me... Hulkster, dude, I'm startin' a new wrestlin' revolution, man.. And
there can't be a real wrestlin' revolution without the biggest superstar the
business has ever seen, dude! I need you.. I need the Hulkster, man.. We did
it once before with the New World Order.. What say we do it one more
time.. With Solid Gold Wrestlin', brah!

The atmosphere is absolutely electric as Hulk Hogan tells this story.

Hulk Hogan: And what did I say? What could I say, dude?!

Hogan whips off the sun glasses and pitches them to the side.

Hulk Hogan: ....YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

Huge pop. Bischoff applauds behind Hogan as the fans roar. Hogan
continues.

Hulk Hogan: But it didn't quite set in... Somethin' didn't seem right, know
what I'm sayin'? I didn't know if the Hulkster was ready to come back to
the business! I didn't know if the business.. Was ready for the Hulkster to
come back! But when I was walkin' through the back earlier tonight.. When
I laid these red and yellow eyes on all the talent in the locker room.. When
I saw the stars who were ready to step up and rebuild the business in their
image.. It dawned on me, dude! It hit me just right! This ain't just a new
revolution, man.. It's a new beginning! And I wanna be a part of it and I
want all o' you people to be a part of it with me! So, I'm gonna ask you
people, I'm gonna ask guys like Shane McMahon and Ricky Steamboat,
dude, I'm gonna ask the boys in the back.. I'm gonna ask the whole entire
world, man............

A pause.

Hulk Hogan: ...WHAT'CHA GONNA DO, WRESTLIN' WORLD--

Huge pop as Hogan pauses before finishing...

Hulk Hogan: --WHAT'CHA GONNA DO... WHEN HULK HOGAN AND ERIC
BISCHOFF AND SOLID GOLD WRESTLIN'... RUNS WILD ON
YOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!?!?!!

The fans pop huge. Bischoff continues applauding until he takes the
microphone from Hogan, not even appearing to care that Hogan totally
went into business for himself and put himself over the entire company.

Eric Bischoff: Hulk, brother, I couldn't have said it better myself! And
allow me to make one more huge announcement before we get on with the
show, just in case you thought this night couldn't get any BIGGER... The
main event tonight... Is gonna be the biggest one we can possibly give you
when two amazing, star studded tag teams meet in the ring for the very
first time!!

Big pop and then silence as the fans wait for the announcement.

Eric Bischoff: It's gonna be Jeff Hardy and Rob Van Dam!

Huge pop!

Eric Bischoff: Taking on the team of Randy Orton... AND JOHN CENA!

The fans boo Cena loudly. Bischoff can't help but laugh as Hogan nods with
approval behind him. Bischoff raises the microphone and leaves us and the
fans in the arena with one more solid statement that might as well be a
challenge to the competition!

Eric Bischoff: Ladies and gentlemen, THIS.. IS SOLID GOLD WRESTLING!!

Massive pop. Eric Bischoff is coming out with all guns blazing. Roddy Piper,
Trish Stratus, Hulk Hogan, and... Steve Austin!? Where is he? Why would he
no-show the very first event!? Either way, is there anyway the rest of the
show can possibly live up to what we have just witnessed!? Continue tuning
in to find out!

Fade out.

The roar of the fans can still be heard as the cameras go backstage where
Chris Jericho can be seen watching what just transpired on a monitor. The fans pop
huge once they realize that they are actually seeing Chris Jericho and that
he is in Solid Gold Wrestling! Jericho covers his mouth with his hand and
slowly shakes his head from side to side. It appears as though Jericho isn't
happy with something that was revealed during Eric Bischoff's huge
introduction. Jericho removes his hand from his mouth and puts his hands on
his hips. His voice is low and gravelly, his fury is evident.

Chris Jericho: Pathetic.

Chris Jericho turns and walks away from the monitor with purpose in his
step. Jericho walks past a door as he disappears from the frame. There is a
white piece of paper with black text stating 'Parking Lot' next to the door.
The door swings open and MICK FOLEY walks inside with a duffel bag under
his arm and a big smile on his face, looking as homeless as ever. The fans pop
huge once again. Foley doesn't get three steps inside the building before
he's greeted by SGW's number one interviewer, Jeremy Borash!

Mick Foley: J.B.! How's it hangin'? Low, I hope!

Borash laughs off the extremely awkward and inappropriate comment as
Foley stands there with a big grin on his face. Jeremy remains professional
as ever as he addresses the former multi-time world champion.

Jeremy Borash: Mick, as always it is a pleasure to see you but you weren't
advertised for tonight's event. Your presence tonight on Mayhem is something
of a mystery. What is your role in Solid Gold Wrestling? Another of Eric
Bischoff's ambassadors perhaps?

Foley laughs and puts his hand on Borash's shoulder.

Mick Foley: Well, J.B., let's just say that the ink still hasn't dried on the
contract to explain why I wasn't advertised. Or at least that's what I'll
tell myself so I can sleep tonight!

Foley smiles and flashes a thumbs up at the camera.

Mick Foley: As for my role in Solid Gold Wrestling, that's what I'm here to
explain... But not right this second! See, what I have planned for Solid Gold
Wrestling.. Well, it's pretty big and the only way to let everyone in on my
plan is to do it in front of the fans.. Right out there... IN THAT VERY
RING!

Foley and Borash both look around as the fans pop, both of them looking in
awe as though they can actually see the fans from where they're standing
in the backstage area.

Mick Foley: There's something I have to get off my chest. It's
something I've been thinking about for a long time and I've made my
decision and tonight everyone is going to find out what's on the mind of Mrs.
Foley's baby boy! And truth be told, I can't think of a better place to
make this announcement than RIGHT HERE!

He removes his hand from Borash's shoulder and gives the camera a thumbs
up.

Mick Foley: IN ATLANTA, GEORGIA!

Huge pop. Foley looks around with that toothless grin as the fans roar. Even
Borash looks shocked at how loud they get. A huge "FOLEY" chant breaks
out. Foley seems extremely pleased with himself. Something catches his
eye off-camera. Foley's grin gets impossibly bigger.

Mick Foley: Hey! There's my guys! I gotta jet, J.B.!

Foley pats Borash on the back and walks away from him. The camera
follows him as he walks away and we see Mick Foley walk up on Tommy
Dreamer, Jeff Hardy, and Rob Van Dam. The fans pop big when they see
them. All three men look happy to see Foley, shaking his hand and patting
him on the back. The camera settles back on Jeremy Borash who has a smile
on his face.

Jeremy Borash: The Hardcore Icon, Mick Foley, in Solid Gold Wrestling!
Catching up with friends now, a huge announcement later.. I know I'm not
just speaking on behalf of myself when I say we are VERY interested in
what he has to say! Let's go to the ring!

Fade.

We go to the ring for the first match of what will come to be known as The
Golden Age of wrestling! The instrumental version of "Drugs" by Lil Kim hits
and Prince Nana steps through the curtain wearing his full ceremonial robe
with a big smile on his face. He immediately begins talking trash to the fans
closest to him, resulting in boos before the men he manages even join him
on the stage! Finally, "The Crown Jewel of the Embassy" Jimmy Rave and
his tag team partner, Sonjay Dutt walk through the curtain and the boos
get even louder as Dutt begins doing the sprinkler for no reason! This even
appears to annoy Jimmy Rave who rolls his eyes upon seeing Dutt executing
the maneuver! Chickfight competitor and Embassy member, Sassy Stephie
emerges from the curtain last, wearing next to nothing and not looking
happy to be there. The Embassy makes its way to ringside where Sonjay
Dutt begins to climb onto the apron before Prince Nana stops him. Dutt
looks confused and Nana grabs Stephie by the arm. He slings her down on
the floor by the apron and makes her position herself on all fours! Jimmy
Rave shows Dutt how it's done by planting his foot firmly on her lower back
and using her as a step to get into the ring! Dutt shrugs his shoulders, climbs
onto her back and actually STANDS ON HER BACK and does the god damn
SPRINKLER! Prince Nana laughs, dancing in place and shouting "HE IS
SPRINKLING! AH-HA!" over and over. Dutt climbs into the ring finally and
Nana is the last to use Stephie's back to climb up before she slowly and
painfully gets up with her arm folded against her lower back and a pained
look on her face. She gets in the ring and joins her teammates as Nana is
calling for a microphone. The fans are clearly not impressed by the
treatment Stephie has received and the boos are so loud that a riot would
almost be believable! Prince Nana receives a microphone much to the fans'
dismay and before he can even speak, a deafening "SHUT THE FUCK *clap
clap, clap-clap-clap*" chant starts up. With a huge smile on his face, he
begins to speak.

Prince Nana: Here'a we go! Eric Bischoff wants'a to start de' show off
RIGHT, YEAH!? Prince Nana tell Eric Bischoff dat if he want de' fame! If
he want de' stars! If he want.. Ha ha.. De' money! If he want ALL O' DAT...
He give de' EM-BAH-SEE a shot!

The fans continue chanting. Nana looks around at them, that smile never
leaving his face. He truly doesn't give a damn what they think. Jimmy Rave is
completely stone faced the entire time.

Prince Nana: He say to Prince Nana.. Why should I trust de' first match in
SGW history wit' a tag team dat I have neva' heard of? I tell Eric Bischoff
exactly why he trust de' first match in SGW history wit' de' Embassy! And
I tell him... Just'a like dis!

Prince Nana reaches into his coat and pulls out a thick wad of cash! Nana
throws it up in the air and begins stomping all around as it falls around him!
Sonjay Dutt picks up a few bills with a smile on his face and stuffs them
down the front of his tights.

Prince Nana: Money talks, my frien'!

There is a long pause as Nana lets the fans have their say. The negative
reaction to Prince Nana is absolutely insane. They almost drown him out as
he begins to speak again.

Prince Nana: Tonight.. De' EM-BAH-SEE makes de' example of one unlucky
tag team! Tonight... De' EM-BAH-SEE sends de' MESSAGE to everyone in
de' back dat wit' money.. Comes MIGHT.. And MIGHT.. Make'a de' RIGHT,
EH!?

Sonjay Dutt has picked up even more money and has put it in his mouth! Dutt
begins doing the sprinkler dance again, spitting money out of his mouth with
each pump as the fans boo!

Prince Nana: So... Let us waste no more TIME! Send dem out! Send out de'
first victims o' de EM-BAH-SEE so dat we may beat dem like'a DOGS and
send dem home wit' deir tails... Between deir legs!

Prince Nana tosses the microphone and begins motioning for whoever
they're facing to bring it on! The fans are waiting in silence as Jimmy Rave
removes his robe and Sassy Stephie gets out of the ring... The wait gets
longer and longer, almost a full minute.. The fans are getting impatient until
a load of pyro starts at the ceiling and flies straight down toward the
entrance ramp before exploding! The fans pop huge as the Golden-Tron
comes to life and flashes up a giant graphic that simply says......

' 3D '

Brother Ray and Brother Devon, Team 3D! They both step out from the
back looking pissed as hell and shaking with intensity! Jimmy Rave and
Sonjay Dutt are both staring at the stage in open mouth shock as Prince
Nana has a total meltdown! Nana removes his ceremonial robe and tosses it
on the ground in shock before snatching it up and diving out of the ring!
Brother Ray and Brother Devon suddenly charge toward the ring to a huge
pop, slide under the bottom rope, and are brawling with Rave and Dutt
before the bell even sounds!

Team 3D versus The Embassy
Referee: Nick Patrick

The tag team format is never even recognized as Team 3D beat the dog
shit out of The Embassy like rented mules! Brother Ray wears out Sonjay
Dutt in one corner while Brother Devon absolutely dismantles Jimmy Rave
with power moves in the middle of the ring! Seconds later, Dutt and Rave
are both discarded outside of the ring! Ray and Devon take the fight
outside, giving Rave and Dutt a tour of the ringside area! Both members of
The Embassy meet the guardrail and the ring steps before they toss them
both back into the ring! Brother Ray is the first back in the ring but Prince
Nana hits Devon from behind with a double axe handle to the back of the
head, putting him on his knees! Nana wails on Devon as Rave and Dutt use
the opportunity to double team Brother Ray! Nana smacks Devon one last
time before turning to the crowd and shouting "HOW DO YOU LIKE'A
DAT, EH!?" But his question is unexpectedly answered when BROTHER
SPIKE jumps the rail and chases Prince Nana up the ramp and to the back!
Prince Nana has been neutralized! Brother Ray begins fighting back and
backdrops Jimmy Rave over the top rope and to the floor! Brother Ray
begins dominating Dutt one on one until Brother Devon slides back into the
ring just in time to hit 3D on Dutt for the three count!

Winners: Team 3D via Pin Fall in 7:02

The fans erupt as Team 3D get to their feet and begin celebrating. Devon
picks up Sonjay Dutt and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor
where he lays unconscious. Sassy Stephie kneels next to him to check on
him. Jimmy Rave begins backing up the ramp with a terrified look on his
face, wanting no more of Team 3D.. But as he backs closer and closer to
the curtain, Brother Spike emerges once again and grabs Rave by the hair
and tights and runs with him back toward the ring and slings him underneath
the bottom rope where Brother Ray catches him by the back of his neck!
Brother Ray calls for a microphone and receives one quickly!

Brother Ray: Devon........

The fans pop.. But not quite big enough.

Brother Ray: ......DEVONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally, the massive pop desired. A sick grin creeps across Ray's face.

Brother Ray: ......GET THE TABLES!!!!!!!!!

Brother Devon immediately dives out of the ring where Brother Spike
already has the ring skirt yanked up. Devon grabs a table and slides it into
the ring. Devon sets up the table before he and Spike each grab ahold of
Jimmy Rave. Brother Ray takes his spot sitting on the top rope as Devon and
Spike lift Rave's struggling form toward him! The fans are going ballistic!
They want to see Jimmy Rave DIE! But before they get him up there, Sassy
Stephie hits the ring and nails a low blow on Spike! The fans boo loudly!
They drop Rave and Rave immediately scrambles out of the ring and runs to
the back in a dead sprint, abandoning Stephie in the ring with all three
members of Team 3D! She tries to back away but Devon catches her, slings
up her on his shoulder and tosses her onto Brother Ray's shoulders! OH MY
GOD, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!! POWER BOMB ON SASSY STEPHIE
THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! The fans pop huge!! Brother Ray and Brother
Devon help Spike to his feet and stand over Sassy Stephie's broken body
with their arms raised in victory! My God, Team 3D is in Solid Gold
Wrestling and they are here to DOMINATE!

Team 3D leaves the ring to the roar of the fans as EMTs rush out to slap a
neckbrace on Stephie and strap her onto a stretcher. The camera only
briefly focuses on the efforts to get her out of the ring before we go to
the back!

The camera focuses on a red curtain. Two large, gold statues stand in front
of the curtain, resembling the famous Oscar statues only slightly different,
perhaps for copyright reasons. The footage is grainy and the annoying sound
of an ancient movie projector can be heard loudly. Suddenly, Goldust rises
into the shot, his head tilted up toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. Goldust
is wearing his trademark robe, covered in feathers. His long blonde wig
flows around his shoulders. Without opening his eyes, he begins to speak in
an almost breathless manner.

Goldust: ...I can feel you SHIVER... In antici--

He takes a deep breath, sucking it in through puckered lips. There is a long
pause before he slowly opens his eyes and cuts them toward the camera.
His voice is a harsh whisper.

Goldust: --pation.

Goldust stares into the camera and curls his upper lip as the camera zooms
in closer and closer until you can see nothing but his eyes. As his eyes stare
right through you, unblinking, text slowly fades into visibility as the screen
behind it goes black.

' A SHATTERED DREAMS PRODUCTION '

The infamous Goldust is coming to Solid Gold Wrestling where he will no
doubt feel right at home. What is going to happen with The Bizarre One
himself finally makes his debut? Who will be the object of his affection and
where will he draw the line in his quest for gold and, more importantly,
attention!? That is, if he draws a line at all! It's a new company with new
rules and Goldust may find himself Forever Unchained!

Fade.

Somewhere outside the building, we see a man in a hoodie, with the hood
pulled over his head, crouching next to a chain link fence, rocking back and
forth with a clenched fist on either side of his head. The man clearly has a
lot on his mind or he's just flat out disturbed. Thick tape peeks out of the
sleeves of his hoodie and is wrapped tightly around his fists. His face isn't
visible to the camera at all, though long, dark, greasy hair can be seen
hanging out of the hood. From the side appears Steven Richards to many,
many boos from the fans inside the arena. The man known to his clients as
Dr. Stevie kneels down next to the man in the hoodie and places his hand on
his shoulder. Stevie turns to the camera and speaks with a compassionate
tone in his voice.

Dr. Stevie: This man has given everything for this sport... For years, he
fought, scraped, and battled his way up from the Canadian independent
scene while his friends and fellow trainees moved on to bigger and better
things... For years more, he destroyed his body in the world of extreme,
only for the bottom to fall out from under him when he achieved the
highest honor of his then-short career...

Stevie looks up into the dark sky and speaks with a certain amount of
sorrow in his voice as he continues.

Dr. Stevie: And then came the era.. Of attitude. Offered the opportunity
of a lifetime, this man came to the aid of his long time friends, gave them
his blood, gave them the world, and when they were finished with him.. He
was cast aside, his talent squandered, his name forgotten in a sea of talent
too deep.. Unceremoniously fired after years of mediocrity, he lost his
wife, lost his family, and thought he would find a new home, a new family,
with a young, upstart company in Florida... And for a while, he did.. But after
reaching his peak far too soon, he was lost once more.. Forgotten.. Until
now.

Stevie removes his hand from the man's shoulder, reaches up, and removes
the hood to reveal the seething face of... RHYNO! The fans in the arena
offer a mixed reaction, though there are clearly more boos than cheers.
Stevie looks into the camera again, gripping Rhyno's shoulder.

Dr. Stevie: With my help, Rhyno will find his place in this world again... With
my help, he will be remembered for what he truly is... A fighter. A killer. A
monster... I've made a promise to Rhyno.. That he will never be lost in the
shuffle as long as we are together. He will never be forgotten again...

Stevie turns to face Rhyno, who is still staring down at the ground.

Dr. Stevie: Is there anything you would like to say, Rhyno? Is there
anything you want the people to know about the new you?

Rhyno shakes his head 'no.' Stevie looks disappointed.

Dr. Stevie: Rhyno.. Please.. For the first time in so long, you have an open
forum to say whatever you want to the fans, the wrestlers, Eric Bischoff..
So many people are ready to listen to you now... As your doctor, I must
insist. Trust me when I say... It is for your own good.

Rhyno continues rocking back and forth and removes his fists from the
sides of his head, though he gets a good grip of his hair on the way down,
ripping most of it free from the roots. He is breathing so hard that spit
flies from his mouth. Without looking at the camera, he speaks.

Rhyno: This... This golden age of wrestling... It won't be remembered for
the stars... It won't be remembered for the excitement... Or the joy it
brings to the lives of so many... This golden age of wrestling... It'll only be
remembered for two things.... Blood.... And gore...... Gore....... Gore...

Rhyno ducks his head down further, the fists return to the side of his head.
Stevie pats Rhyno on the back and turns his head to the camera, a sick smile
forming on his face.

Dr. Stevie: See, Rhyno? Was that so hard?

He laughs evilly as the camera pans out and away.

Fade.

There is a close-up of someone lacing up a black wrestling boot. As the
camera pans out and up, we see that the boot belongs to Randy Orton who
is sitting in a folding chair in what looks like an isolated stairwell. Randy
Orton finishes up and stands. He's in his wrestling gear and an 'rKo' t-shirt.
The fans pop huge when they see him. Orton takes a deep breath and
clenches his fists at his sides. Orton is clearly in his own world right now,
psyching himself for his role in the huge main event scheduled for tonight.
As a matter of fact, he's in the zone so deep that he doesn't even notice
when John Cena walks up behind him.. Cena is in his usual shorts and orange
t-shirt with a cap.

John Cena: ...Randy Orton.

Orton stiffens up at the sound of Cena's voice and slowly turns around to
face. The two stand face to face with neither man looking happy to see the
other.

Randy Orton: What do you want, Cena?

John Cena: I need to know that you and me are on the same page tonight.
We got a history, Orton.. And it ain't a good one. Tonight, we're in the
biggest main event of our careers.. Tonight, when we step in the ring, we're
not adding a big moment to a company that's already got forty years worth
of history.. Tonight, we're creating something totally NEW! And I want you
to look me in my eye.. Look me in MY FACE! And tell me when we get in the
ring with Rob Van Dam and Jeff Hardy, two o' the best wrestlers in the
business TODAY.. That you got my back.

Orton shakes his head.

Randy Orton: Sure, whatever.

Orton turns and picks up his duffel bag and places it on the folding chair.
Cena does not look satisfied with Orton's answer and grabs Orton by the
shoulder. Orton turns around almost violently, getting right in Cena's face.

Randy Orton: What the hell is your problem!?

John Cena: That ain't good enough.

Randy Orton: WHAT isn't good enough?!

Cena throws out an exaggerated shrug and imitates Orton's voice.

John Cena: Sure, whatever!

Cena suddenly gets dead serious.

John Cena: I ain't playin' with you. You're either with me or against me
tonight, son, and if you're against me, be a man and tell me right now...
Tonight is too important to the wrestlin' world for you to screw up over a
bunch o' stuff that happened in the past.

Orton smiles disbelievingly.

Randy Orton: You don't get it, do you? I don't care about the past! We're
not friends. So what? We never will be. I don't want to talk strategy with
you. I don't want to talk anything with you.. We're only partners tonight
because we're two of the four top guys that Eric Bischoff wanted in his
huge main event... So all you need to know about me tonight is that I plan to
go in, do what I have to do to win the match.. And move on. If that includes
saving your ass from getting pinned, so be it. Is that good enough for you?

Cena removes his cap and the two go nose to nose. Nothing is said between
the two for several seconds and it looks like a fight could break out at any
moment. Finally, Cena speaks.

John Cena: That's all I needed to hear.

Cena slowly turns, not taking his eyes off of Orton until he absolutely has
to, and walks away. Orton watches Cena leave, clearly still a little pissed
after the altercation. Orton then turns around and almost comes out of his
boots as he comes face to face with... HULK HOGAN! The fans in the arena
pop huge as Hogan stands there, face to face with Orton. Hogan has his
hands on his hips as he stares down at Orton with a stern look on his face.

Hulk Hogan: My turn now.

Randy Orton: You can't be serious.

Hulk Hogan: I don't know how to be anything but, dude. Look at what
you're doin', Orton.. You're changin' clothes in a stairwell when there's a
perfectly good locker room upstairs, man.. That tells me one of two things..
Either you think you're too good to change with the boys.. Or you don't
think you're good enough and I wanna know which one it is right now!

Randy Orton: What I do or don't do is none of your damn business.

Hulk Hogan: Look, dude...

Hogan stops in mid-sentence as Orton stares him down. The two stand
there for a moment before Hogan finally decides to just lay it all out.

Hulk Hogan: Look... You got a reputation as a trouble maker.. You know
that, man, and you and me.. We got our share of personal issues, dude.. And
I know you're probably still sore over how all that turned out--

Orton cuts him off.

Randy Orton: You want to know the real reason why I'm here.

Hogan nods.

Randy Orton: Steve Austin... Roddy Piper... Hulk Hogan... Even Eric
Bischoff... That's a lot of legends under one roof. Legends that count..
Hell, even Trish Stratus counts if you want to get right down to it.

Orton smiles evilly. Hogan doesn't like where this is going.

Randy Orton: I guess it's a good thing that I'm not looking to kill legends
this time around. Instead, for the first time... I'm looking to create one.
The legend of Solid Gold Wrestling.

Hogan looks blown away by what Orton has just said.

Hulk Hogan: Right on.

Hogan offers his hand to shake and Orton accepts it! Randy Orton and Hulk
Hogan SHAKE HANDS to a huge pop. It certainly appears that Randy Orton
has turned over a new leaf and genuinely wants to help Solid Gold
Wrestling as he begins a new chapter in his own career.

Hulk Hogan: Good luck in the main event, dude.

They break the handshake and Hogan turns to walk away. We see Orton
watching Hogan as he leaves and then we follow Hogan out of the stairwell
and back into the arena. Hogan is walking through the backstage area when
he walks past Chris Jericho, who is in his wrestling gear and walking toward
the entrance curtain. Both men stop and take notice of the other. Hogan
looks right at Jericho's face as Jericho looks Hogan up and down with a
cocky grin on his face.

Chris Jericho: Eyes to the ring, old man. This is how it's done.

Without waiting for a response, Jericho walks through the curtain where
his music is playing. Hogan watches Jericho leave with a pissed look on his
face, he shakes his head.

Hulk Hogan: Not cool, brother Jericho dude.

The camera cuts to the ring immediately afterward where we see Chris
Jericho walking down the ramp.. Paul London is waiting in the ring and the
next huge match is about to start!

Paul London versus Chris Jericho
Referee: PJ Drummond

In what will go down as the very first match of the year candidate
produced by Solid Gold Wrestling, Paul London took Chris Jericho to the
limit in an amazing contest. Jericho dominated most of the match with due
to his size and experience but Paul London managed to keep Jericho on his
toes with a flurry of fast paced high flying offense and elaborate pin
attempts. At one point, the match spilled outside after Jericho attempted
to take a breather and Jericho used his resources outside the ring to get a
more decisive advantage. "THIS IS AWESOME" chants fill the building as
London begins firing off everything he's got in an attempt to take down
Jericho. London gets Jericho on the ropes with a series of drop kicks,
flying forearms, and roll-up attempts before putting him on his back for
real with a devastating dropsault! London goes up top for the 450 Splash
but Jericho rolls out of the way! Jericho immediately makes the most of
the opportunity by field goal kicking London right in the ribs, sending him
back to his feet on spaghetti legs and Jericho puts him out of his misery
with a CODEBREAKER for three!

Winner: Chris Jericho via Pin Fall in 14:02

The fans give the match a standing ovation and "THAT WAS AWESOME"
chant. Jericho and London are both laying flat on their backs in the middle
of the ring after that contest.. Both men begin stirring. Jericho gets to his
feet first and leans on the top turnbuckle, resting his forehead against it as
London uses the ropes to get his footing. One rope at a time, London pulls
himself to his feet, much worse for the wear than Jericho is... Jericho calls
for a microphone and taps on it a few times to make sure it works... Jericho
slowly steps out to the middle of the ring to say something before London
staggers out toward him with his hand extended... Jericho lowers the
microphone and looks down at London's hand. The fans are going NUTS!
Jericho raises the microphone.

Chris Jericho: You... You want me to shake your hand?

London nods, his other arm folded across his stomach.. The fans pop huge.
Jericho looks out at the fans, perhaps surprised by that reaction himself.

Chris Jericho: You people think I should shake his hand?

Massive pop. Jericho smiles.

Chris Jericho: Well, Paul London, you're a hell of a talent.. You just gave me
one hell of a match. WE just gave these PEOPLE one HELL of a match! You
want me to shake your hand? I'll do you one better... Get the hell out of
my ring, you eternal rookie, because I've got something to say!

That came so far out of left field that it actually takes the fans a moment
to start booing! London, equally shocked, still stands there with his hand
outstretched for a second before finally retracting it. Jericho chuckles
into the microphone before pacing back and forth.. Referee PJ Drummond
stands between London and Jericho and maneuvers London toward the
ropes where he grudgingly steps through and hops off of the apron.. London
backs up the ramp, cursing Jericho through gritted teeth before he
disappears behind the curtain. Jericho stops pacing and stands in the middle
of the ring as he begins to speak.

Chris Jericho: That was fun, right? Match of the night? Match of the year?
Definitely the match of Paul London's career, though I wouldn't know
because much like all of you, I don't watch Paul London matches.. Paul
London.. What the HELL am I doing in the mid-card wrestling a man whose
claim to fame is waiting on a hot tag from a walking tape worm named
Spanky?

The fans boo. Jericho stares out at them with pain in his eyes.

Chris Jericho: Pathetic.

Jericho hangs his head for a moment.

Chris Jericho: ...Pathetic.

He finally raises his head back up, looking out at the fans again.

Chris Jericho: My name is Chris Jericho... I am a main eventer... I am the
first Undisputed World Champion in the history of this business... I
defeated The Rock and "Stone Cold" Steve Austin in the SAME NIGHT!
And yet... When Eric Bischoff books what he thinks is the biggest main
event POSSIBLE... I get left out. I get cast down to the mid-card with the
Tommy Dreamers and Super Crazies of this god forsaken business to have
a...

Jericho makes quotation fingers and talks in the whiny voice of the
stereotypical internet smart mark.

Chris Jericho: ...Five star match--

And back to his regular voice.

Chris Jericho: --Just because I can.

Jericho's voice fills with even more bitterness.

Chris Jericho: Well, I don't have great matches just because I can.. And I
certainly don't have great matches because I want to entertain all of you.
You people make me sick... I'd even go as far to say that I hate you people..
I have great matches because I am a world champion caliber athlete and
when I look at the men Eric Bischoff chose to wrestle in the main event
tonight... I know why he chose them... And it makes me sick.. He wants to
entertain you... It's YOUR fault that I'm not in the main event tonight... But
that's fine... As much as I hate it, I can wait.. Because Bischoff can do a lot
of things.. But he couldn't deny me a spot in the world title tournament on
May 30th..... Ohhhhh yes.... And on May 30th, all will be right in Solid Gold
Wrestling... And do you know why?

Pause.

Chris Jericho: Because I am better than John Cena...

Huge pop for that. Jericho ignores it.

Chris Jericho: I am better than Rob Van Dam.. I am better than Randy
Orton.. And there is no doubt in my mind, not one bit, that I am better than
that paint soaked, drug addicted, has-been Jeff Hardy!

The fans boo so loudly that the arena appears to shake. Jericho takes two
big steps forward, pointing at himself with his free hand as his voice rises in
anger as he tries to talk over the fans.

Chris Jericho: Parasites, THIS is Solid Gold Wrestling!

"FUCK YOU, JERICHO!" chant! This is getting hardcore!

Chris Jericho: And on May 30th... At Supremacy......

Jericho smiles ear to ear.

Chris Jericho: I will get.. What I am owed.

Jericho lowers his hands to his sides and drops the microphone at his feet.
The fans boo loudly as the camera zooms in on Jericho's face until there's
nothing in the shot but his grinning face. We cut to the back as the fans
boo.

The camera cuts backstage where the fans are greeted by the appearance
of "The King of the Mountain" Jeff Jarrett, pacing back and forth in front
of the SGW interview backdrop with a microphone in his hand. The fans pop
initially upon seeing him but as the cheers dissipate, more than a few jeers
can be heard underneath. Clearly not everyone is happy that Jeff Jarrett
has a spot in the biggest wrestling company in the world today. Jarrett is
wearing black dress pants, a white polo shirt, and sun glasses. With his free
hand, Jarrett reaches up and scratches his chin before stopping in front of
the camera, raising the microphone, and speaking to the viewer. His tone is
deadly serious with almost a hint of sadness, like he doesn't want to be
having this conversation with you.

Jeff Jarrett: Hello, SGW fans... I'm sure most of you know who I am.. If
ya' don't, my name is Jeff Jarrett and in this business, amongst my peers, I
am known as The King of the Mountain... Now, I'm not scheduled to
compete tonight but I requested this interview time be set aside so that I
could address a rumor... That's right, a rumor that was started about me
durin' a rival company's live event over the weekend...

The fans boo the very mention, as vague as it is, of this rival company.

Jeff Jarrett: The owner o' this rival company went out o' his way to
attack me verbally for no reason, insultin' my age and my talent, and went
on to mention that he had replaced me with a few younger, hungrier men..
Well, all I got to say to that is--

Jarrett whips off the sun glasses and jams his finger into the lens of the
camera.

Jeff Jarrett: SCREW YOU, SHANE McMAHON!

The fans pop huge as Jarrett throws subtlety out the window!

Jeff Jarrett: I never signed a contract with your third rate organization
and I wouldn't have if ya' paid me a million damn dollars, you arrogant son
of a bitch! The fact is, Shane, ya' never had the money or the ambition to
make it interestin' for The King o' the Mountain! Eric Bischoff knows how
to get things done! He's takin' the fight to the competition and he's puttin'
opportunities in all the right places... For all the right people!

The fans are unanimously on the side of Jarrett now! Seeing Jarrett get
this much of a positive reaction is absolutely surreal!

Jeff Jarrett: What opportunity would I have gotten by signin' with your
minor league outfit? An opportunity to wrestle Shelton Benjamin? Jimmy
Wang Yang!? Chavo Guerrero!? SCREW CHAVO GUERRERO! If that was the
level o' competition I wanted, I'd have signed with your daddy ten years
ago when WCW went out of business! As a matter o' fact, it fits that your
company's got Velocity in the title because that's where all your talent
came from!

Loud "OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" from the fans! He went there!

Jeff Jarrett: And another thing, thanks for namin' your top belt after me!
Now, when people watch your show on Saturday night, they'll see that belt
and be reminded of me, the REAL King of the Mountain, and they'll
remember that I didn't even bother steppin' on your sinkin' ship and that I
went with another company, the only real wrestlin' company for
competitors of my caliber and that's Solid Gold Wrestlin'... So choke on
THAT, you boy wonder bitch!

The fans are applauding loudly in the building. Jarrett raises the microphone
to say something else but before he can get anything out of his mouth, MVP
storms into the shot wearing a canary yellow three piece suit and sun
glasses. He immediately snatches the microphone out of Jeff Jarrett's
hand and turns to the camera as if Jarrett isn't even standing there.

MVP: Get that camera on me! Keep it on me! I got somethin' to say!

The fans pop for the sudden appearance of MVP.. Jarrett stands behind him
with his arms folded across his chest, looking pissed at how he was just cut
off. MVP holds the microphone up, yelling into it while pointing at the
camera frantically.

MVP: I got a question! I got a question I want answered right now!

Jarrett shakes his head in disgust before putting his hand on MVP's
shoulder and taking a step up. MVP jerks his shoulder free and quickly
removes his sun glasses so that he can stare Jarrett right in the face.

Jeff Jarrett: What's your damn problem, MVP? I wasn't through!

MVP: Oh, you're through.. You're through until I get an answer! And for
future reference, you call me by my NAME... Montel Vontavious PORTER!

Jeff Jarrett: Well, what's your damn question, Montel?!

Montel Vontavious Porter turns and faces the camera, ignoring Jarrett.

Montel Vontavious Porter: I wanna know why.. In a company with
supposedly no limits... There ain't a single black man featured in a prominent
role! Hell, I didn't have a match tonight... I didn't even have scheduled
interview time! I thought after bein' overlooked for YEARS in McMahon-
land, I might at least get a CHANCE to show what I can do with the safety
off here on the first Mayhem but I guess not!

Jarrett steps in and tries to place peace maker.

Jeff Jarrett: Look, Montel.. I understand what it's like to be where you
are. I been held down in the past and then moved on to other companies in
hopes that I'll finally get to showcase what I can really do.. I know from
firsthand experience that Vince McMahon is a cruel master. It's his way or
the highway and when you're slavin' away for three hundred days a year
with little to no appreciation--

Porter cuts him off abruptly.

Montel Vontavious Porter: Wait, what did you just say?

Jarrett looks around, confused.

Jeff Jarrett: What?

Montel Vontavious Porter: Slavin' away? Vince McMahon is my MASTER!?

Jarrett takes a step back.

Jeff Jarrett: Now hold on just a second, MVP--

Montel Vontavious Porter: I told you not to call me that!!

Jeff Jarrett: You know I didn't mean nothin' by that--

BAM! Porter slugs Jarrett right in the face! Jarrett tries to put up a fight
but Porter has the advantage, raining punches down all over him! Porter pulls
Jarrett's shirt over his head and begins pounding him in the back of the
head and lifting knees into his face! SGW referees and security flood the
area and separate the men as Porter yells threats. Jarrett just looks
confused as he's escorted out of area. My God, this couldn't have been
how either of these men saw their SGW careers beginning!!

Chickfight 20-Woman Battle Royal
The Last Two Women Will Face Each Other At Supremacy
For The Vacant Solid Gold Wrestling Chickfight Championship
Cheerleader Melissa, Kellie Skater, Daffney, Madison Rayne, Sarah Stock,
Melanie Cruise, Tenille Tayla, Jessie McKay, Ayako Hamada, Kacey Diamond,
MsChif, LuFisto, Portia Perez, Angelina Love, Taylor Wilde, Nicole
Matthews, Jennifer Blake, Annie Social, Cat Power, Leva Bates
Referee: Bryce Remsburg

This the first look the fans get at the revolutionary Chickfight Division of
Solid Gold Wrestling. The atmosphere in the building during the entrances is
electric as the fans watch with great interest, wondering what talent Eric
Bischoff has acquired from around the world in this attempt to change the
face of women's wrestling.

Once everyone is in the ring, the bell sounds to start the match and the
fans wait to see exactly what is going to happen. Prince Nana is at ringside,
managing "The Diamond in the Rough" Kacey Diamond of his Embassy. Leva
Bates, known for using her ring attire to pay tribute to pop culture icons, is
dressed in a slutty variation of a red shirt from the original Star Trek and
is immediately eliminated from the match by a clothesline from a fired up
LuFisto to a huge pop! The action is quick, stiff, and the eliminations come
rapid fire! Less than a minute after Leva Bates left a stain outside the ring,
Ayako Hamada and Cheerleader Melissa take turns teeing off on Kellie
Skater and dump her over the top rope! MsChif lays out Cat Power with the
Desecrator but makes the mistake of climbing to the middle rope for a ten
-punch on Angelina Love and gets shoved over the top and to the floor by
Madison Rayne! Melanie Cruise and Annie Social work together and put the
hurt on Tenille Tayla but they make the mistake of drawing the ire of
Sarah Stock and Taylor Wilde! Stock and Wilde duck a double clothesline
attempt from Social and Cruise and then eliminate them both with stereo
drop kicks! Stock and Wilde high five before Cheerleader Melissa collides
with Wilde from the side and dumps her over the top rope! Melissa and
Stock begin fighting hard in the corner as the action continues elsewhere.
Jessie McKay briefly gets the better of Daffney and goes for that running
big boot she calls the School Girl Crush but Daffney ducks it, resulting in
Jessie's leg hanging over the top rope and Daffney dumps her over to the
floor! Ayako Hamada ruins Tenille Tayla with a series of spin kicks to the
face and throat before casually tossing her. Portia Perez and Nicole
Matthews, The Canadian Ninjas, double team Angelina Love and manage to
eliminate her without much trouble. In a series that lights the crowd on
fire, LuFisto clotheslines Cat Power out of the ring, backdrops Madison
Rayne over the top rope and to the floor, and KILLS Hamada with the
BURNING HAMMER! LuFisto springs up, pumping her fists and screaming in
victory when Cheerleader Melissa comes from behind and ENDS HER with
the Kudo Driver out of nowhere! Melissa tosses LuFisto and moves on. The
Canadian Ninjas go after the fallen Hamada and try to dump her out but as
they try forcing her over the top rope. Daffney runs up behind them and
dumps all three of them over the top rope but only Portia Perez goes to
the floor! Hamada rolls off of the apron and back into the ring but is still
ruined from the Burning Hammer. Matthews lands on the apron and drills
Daffney with a springboard drop kick! Sarah Stock throws Kacey Diamond
over the top rope but Prince Nana catches her awkwardly and tosses her
back under the bottom rope before her feet touch the floor! As soon as
Diamond is back in the ring, she eliminates Jennifer Blake with a running high
knee! Nicole Matthews and Sarah Stock trade chops and kicks before
Stock rattles Matthews with a hard series of forearms and drives her into
the mat with the Tiger Driver! She immediately rolls Matthews back to her
feet, hooks her for a suplex and suplexes her over the top rope to the
floor! Hamada suddenly comes alive, collides with Stock, sending her to the
apron and almost eliminating her! Hamada grabs Stock by the hair and
begins guiding her toward the ring post but Daffney comes from behind,
spins Hamada around.. DAFF-KNEES! The impact sends Hamada back to her
feet in a daze and Kacey Diamond comes from nowhere to dump her over
the top and to the floor!

The final four of the match are Sarah Stock, Daffney, Cheerleader
Melissa, and Kacey Diamond! Trish Stratus walks out onto the stage to a big
pop to observe the final four in action with her own eyes. Sarah Stock
immediately leaps from the apron and onto the top rope, landing on
Cheerleader Melissa's shoulders! Melissa tries to stabilize herself and
power bomb Stock but Stock maintains control, sending Melissa careening
toward the ropes! Both women tumble over the top rope and land on the
apron! They get their footing and begin trading forearms and chops in order
to knock the other off the apron but before we can see who will win this
battle of wills, Kacey Diamond nails a running forearm on Melissa and sends
her flying off the apron and into the guardrail! Melissa is gone! Diamond
raises her arms in victory, laughing as the fans boo, and Sarah Stock grabs
Kacey from the outside in a guillotine choke as Daffney comes from behind
to grab her legs and dump her over the top rope to the floor! Huge pop!

It's going to be "Dark Angel" Sarah Stock versus Daffney at Supremacy!

Winners: Sarah Stock & Daffney in 15:41

It appears that the first outing of the Chickfight Division is a huge success
as the fans chant "THAT WAS AWESOME" so loudly that the building
shakes. Trish Stratus pumps her fist along with the chant, smiling at the
rousing crowd support. Daffney actually sits on the middle rope, welcoming
Stock into the ring to celebrate their mutual victory. The two stare each
other down for a moment once Stock is in the ring. Though it appears they
have respect for each other, they will still be doing battle at Supremacy to
crown the first ever SGW Chickfight Champion! Daffney offers her hand
and the two shake in the middle of the ring as the fans cheer. Trish Stratus
applauds on the stage. Stock leaves the ring first, backing up the ramp with
her eyes never leaving Daffney. If this match was a preview of what is to
come in the Chickfight Division, then it looks like Eric Bischoff has done
exactly what he set out to do and changed the fans' perception once again!

In Eric Bischoff's office, Jeff Jarrett is sitting in a chair with his shirt
torn. He is holding an ice pack over one of his eyes where Montel
Vontavious Porter let him have it. Eric Bischoff is pacing back and forth in
front of Jarrett, looking furious. Hulk Hogan is standing in the corner of
the office, looking disappointed.. Hogan is the first to speak.

Hulk Hogan: This is bad mojo, dude.

Bischoff stops in front of Jarrett, from his mannerisms, it looks as though
he would strangle Jarrett if he could. He is seething with anger.

Eric Bischoff: How could you, Jeff?!

Jarrett removes the ice pack from his eye, looking at Bischoff in disbelief.

Jeff Jarrett: I didn't mean it the way he took it, Eric!

Bischoff snaps.

Eric Bischoff: It doesn't matter how you meant it! I know things are
different in Tennessee but here, in the REAL WORLD, you can't SAY things
like that.. I'm one episode in and you've already opened me up for one hell
of a lawsuit! Jesus, what am I gonna do?!

Hogan stands silently in the corner, not saying a word. Jarrett presses the
ice pack to his eye again. Bischoff, without hearing a better solution,
decides to solve it himself.

Eric Bischoff: You stay away from MVP, Jeff.

Jeff Jarrett: That ain't his name.

Bischoff almost laughs out loud.

Eric Bischoff: I don't give a damn what his name is, Jeff. I hired him. I'll
call him whatever I want. YOU stay away from him. YOU don't talk to him.
YOU don't even look at him and if we're lucky, this will all blow over
without any further incident!

Jarrett shrugs.

Jeff Jarrett: Whatever. Fine, Eric. If that's what ya' want.

Someone clears their throat off camera. Jarrett, Hogan, and Bischoff all
turn their heads in the direction of the person responsible and the camera
follows their gaze as quick as it can to reveal "Rowdy" Roddy Piper standing
in the doorway. Bischoff shakes his head in disgust. Piper walks inside with a
huge grin on his face.

Roddy Piper: Biiiiiiiischoff! Have ya' already forgot what I told ya'!?

Eric Bischoff: I try to forget I hired you.

Piper laughs out loud, getting closer and closer to Bischoff.

Roddy Piper: HAAAAAAAA! I ain't just here to promote Solid Gold
Wrestlin', Bischoff! I ain't here to be just another legend on the payroll,
no way, pal! I'm here to make sure you do right by the business... The fans...
And the boys in the back! And ya' know what I think, Bischoff!? YOUUUU
KNOW WHAT I THIIIINK!? The kid's right! There AIN'T enough color on
this show!

Piper and Bischoff stare each other down for a moment before Piper
continues in a slightly less exaggerated tone.

Roddy Piper: And ignorin' it.. Ain't gonna fix it!

Bischoff answers through gritted teeth.

Eric Bischoff: Then what do you suggest I do, Piper? Enlighten me. Please.

Roddy Piper: You do what you failed to do tonight, Bischoff! You give the
man a chance! Thaaaaaat's all he wants, Eric! It ain't a race thing! It ain't a
color thing! It's a maaaaaaan wantin' his duuuuuuuue thing! Ya' got a big
world title tournament comin' up on the 30th of May... Give Porter a chance
to earn a spot on the card!

Bischoff scoffs.

Eric Bischoff: All the spots in the tournament are filled!

Roddy Piper: Ah, yeah, that's right.. All the spots are filled! Well, shucks, I
guess I'll just go let Porter know that no one gives a damn about the
horrible injustices that have taken place tonight... Maybe I can help the guy
out somehow... Give him the number to a good lawyer--

Eric Bischoff: DAMMIT, PIPER!! What do you want me to do!? I can't just
replace the men in the tournament! They signed contracts to compete that
night!

Piper shrugs and looks down at Jarrett, who is still holding the ice pack to
his eye. The fans in the arena begin buzzing, wondering what's going to
happen as they pick up on what Piper is suggesting with his gaze. Bischoff
looks down at Jarrett as well. Bischoff smiles.

Eric Bischoff: You know, that's not a half bad idea.. Next week, it's gonna
be Jeff Jarrett in a match with MVP--

Piper cocks an eyebrow, Bischoff catches himself.

Eric Bischoff: -- Montel Vontavious Porter.. And the winner of the match
will go on to Supremacy to compete in the world title tournament!

Jarrett stands up and tosses the ice pack against the wall.

Jeff Jarrett: Now hold on just a damn minute!

Bischoff spins around, pointing at Jarrett.

Eric Bischoff: Sit the hell down, Jeff! You got yourself into this and if you
want out of it.. Dammit, you're gonna have to FIGHT FOR IT!

Roddy Piper: HAAAAAAAA! This is what I'm talkin' about!

Jarrett begins pacing around the room, furious now. Bischoff looks like
he's turning something over in his head, another idea perhaps.

Eric Bischoff: This match has the potential to be really messy.. I mean,
Porter is really upset, he's got a lot of aggression he needs to work out..
Jeff is gonna fight like an animal--

Jeff Jarrett: You're damn right I am! I ain't losin' my shot at the title!

Bischoff rolls his eyes at the interruption and continues.

Eric Bischoff: What I'm saying is... I'm gonna make this match NO
DISQUALIFICATION!! And since a match of this magnitude needs someone
who will go above and beyond to maintain order, Piper, you're gonna be the
SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE!

The fans pop huge as Piper laughs and rubs his hands together. Jarrett
looks furious but there's nothing he can do about it! Next week on
Mayhem, it's going to be Jeff Jarrett versus Montel Vontavious Porter in a
No Disqualification Match for a tournament spot at Supremacy on May
30th! And "Rowdy" Roddy Piper will be the special guest referee!

The fans in the arena are still cheering over the decision just made in the
back when the sound of a car crash is heard loudly over the speaker
system, signalling the arrival of Mick Foley! It's time for his big
announcement! Mick Foley staggers out from the back in his jogging pants,
Cactus Jack t-shirt, and red flannel vest. He walks down the ramp with his
fist raised and a big smile on his face. He climbs awkwardly into the ring as
the fans chant his name. Foley takes the microphone from Justin Roberts
and takes a spot in the center of the ring. Foley uses his free hand to flip
his hair back out of his face. The "FOLEY" chants remain loud and
consistent. Out of respect, the fans let the reaction die down a bit so that
he can talk.

Mick Foley: Boy... It sure is good to be back... Right here.. IN ATLANTA,
GEORGIA!

So much for silence. The fans blow the roof off of the place! Foley gives
everyone a thumbs up and then runs a lap around the ring, pumping his fist as
the fans chant his name! Foley jogs back to his spot and breathes hard into
the microphone for a moment. He finally is able to speak again between
gasps for breath.

Mick Foley: I... I guess maybe... I should get on with the huge
announcement.. Before I give myself.. A heart attack!

Foley staggers over to the ropes and leans on the top rope to balance
himself. Still breathing hard into the microphone he continues to speak.

Mick Foley: Most of you are probably wondering.. Just what I've got to
say.. I mean, after all the time we've spent together, there's not much I
can say.. That you haven't heard! Am I right?

Big pop.. Foley continues.

Mick Foley: I've made a lot of big announcements in my career... Most of
those involve something that.. Quite frankly.. Probably should have
happened a long time ago.. My retirement!

The fans boo the idea that Mick Foley would ever leave wrestling. Foley
acts flattered by the response, his toothless smile stretched across his
face.

Mick Foley: Oh come on! You don't mean that! Even I know I'm way past
the expiration date on my career! But even though I know that.. And even if
you won't say it, you all know it, too... I'm not out here tonight to announce
another retirement!

Huge pop. Foley looks out at the fans, truly appreciating that response.

Mick Foley: I'm here to announce... Well.. The opposite actually!

The fans pop again. Foley begins to back away from the ropes, standing on
his own two feet. Foley flips the hair out of his face again and begins to
speak once more.

Mick Foley: I'm here to announce--

Foley is cut off in mid-sentence, first by someone else's entrance music
and then by the boos of the fans as Jack Swagger walks out onto the stage
in a three piece suit with a microphone in his hand. Swagger walks slowly
toward the ring, keeping his eyes on Foley the entire time, paying no
attention to the fans who jeer him. As he walks up the steps and walks
across the apron, he begins speaking.

Jack Swagger: Mick.... Foley? In ETH-GW?

Swagger smirks as the fans boo. Foley slowly paces back and forth, his
good mood gone down the drain. As Foley looks upon the larger, more
intimdating Swagger, Foley looks positively grim.

Jack Swagger: Theriouthly?

Foley uses his index finger to dig in his ear, ensuring that he truly is hearing
Swagger correctly. Swagger motions for Justin Roberts to come over and
hold the ropes open for him. The fans boo as he does and Swagger steps
through them and into the ring.

Jack Swagger: I'll thay it again.... Theriouthly?!

The boos get even louder. Swagger stands only a few feet away from
Foley, towering over him. Foley looks up at Swagger, all the humor from
before is gone.

Jack Swagger: When Bithoff told me Eth-GW wath gonna be all about
thtar power, I didn't think he meant thtarth that burned out ten year'th
ago!

The fans begin a loud "ASSHOLE!" chant. Swagger bites his bottom lip to
try and contain his anger. Foley smiles, nodding along with the chant and
quickly raising his microphone while Swagger is silenced.

Mick Foley: I don't know if you're hearing is as bad as your speech
impediment but in case it is, that's ten thousand fans-- CALLING YOU AN
ASSHOLE!

Huge pop! Swagger looks around, furious. He's only been cutting a promo
for the last minute and sweat is rolling down his face. Swagger yells into his
own microphone.

Jack Swagger: That'th not funny, Foley!

Foley shrugs, looking around at the fans with a confused look on his face.

Mick Foley: I... Wasn't telling a joke. They actually ARE--

Foley throws up the thumbs-up.

Mick Foley: -- CALLING YOU AN ASSHOLE!

Another HUGE pop. Swagger is getting visibly frustrated now. He begins
yelling into the microphone as the positive reaction for Foley degenerates
into booing once more.

Jack Swagger: That'th enough of your game'th, Mick! You thaid you had an
announthment!? Well, I'm CANTHELLING that announthment! ETH-GW is
about thtars! Bithoff thaid tho himthelf! Tho get out of the ring, Foley,
becauth your thtar burned out a long time ago and the fanth are ready for
a new breed of thtar! Thay hello to Jack Thwagger, the firtht wave of
real, new Tholid Gold Talent!

The fans boo loudly. Foley looks around at the fans, throwing his head from
side to side as though he's looking to them for answers. Finally, he gives
them one.

Mick Foley: After listening to what you've gotta say, Jack... All I have to
say in response is.... THUFFERIN' THUCKATASH, DO YOU EVER THUT
THE HELL UP!?

The fans pop huge. Swagger is clearly humiliated, he begins trying to talk
over the roar of the fans as Foley grins right in his face!

Jack Swagger: I don't talk like that! Thtop making fun of me! THTOP IT!!

Foley cuts him off.

Mick Foley: The man's right, folks! We all really should show him some
respect! As a matter of fact, we should all chant his name! Show him how
much you appreciate him!

Foley begins running a lap around the ring, yelling into the microphone.

Mick Foley: THWAGGER! THWAGGER! THWAGGER!

The fans join in, chanting "THWAGGER" along with him. Foley stops, gasping
hard into the microphone as Swagger stands still, his face red with anger.

Mick Foley: On second thought, scratch that.. I think all of you had it right
the first time.. Well, almost.. Jack, I just want to warn you.. You're about
to have ten thousand fans... Calling you an ATH-HOLE!!

Huge pop, followed by a HUGE "ATH-HOLE" chant! Jack Swagger slowly
raises the microphone as though he's going to speak but then thinks better
of it, lowers the microphone and drops it at his feet. Swagger turns to step
through the ropes as Foley turns his back to lead the chant some more but
then Swagger thinks better of it, charges behind him and nails him in the
back of the head with a running axe handle! Foley goes down to his knees
and Swagger drags him into the middle of the ring by his hair! He hooks him
around the waist....... SWAGGER BOMB!!! Swagger mounts Foley and begins
punching him in the head, pulling his head by his hair and smacking him right in
the forehead! The fans boo loudly and some still cling to the ATH-HOLE
chant. Swagger rolls out of the ring and yanks the chair out from under the
time keeper! He slides it into the ring and goes inside.. He picks the chair up
and looms over Foley who is trying to stand but is having trouble doing so on
spaghetti legs..... Swagger raises the chair and--

BOBBY LASHLEY HITS THE RING!

The fans pop huge as Lashley charges down to ringside and slides into the
ring! Swagger swings the chair at him and Lashley PUNCHES IT out of his
hands! Swagger is shocked! Lashley kicks him in the gut and goes for the
DOMINATOR but Swagger slips out of it and slides out of the ring! The
fans boo and chant "PUSSY!" at Swagger who backs up the ramp with wide,
surprised eyes! Lashley walks over, picks up the chair and throws it halfway
up the ramp! It literally lands right in front of Swagger's feet! Lashley
motions for Swagger to come get some more but Swagger waves him off
and goes to the back! Lashley walks over and helps Foley up to his feet..
The fans cheer loudly as Lashley raises Foley's arm.. Foley points at
Lashley, drawing a big pop.. Bobby Lashley is in Solid Gold Wrestling! The
star power in this company keeps getting more and more impressive! But
Mick Foley never got to make his big announcement! What did he have to
say!?

The fans pop huge as the cameras go backstage and catch Rob Van Dam and
Jeff Hardy talking. Both men are in their wrestling gear. Van Dam is
wearing an 'RVD - 4:20' t-shirt and Hardy's face is painted black and white.
Dueling "HARDY!" and "R-V-D!" chants erupt throughout the building. Hardy
and Van Dam both hear the chants and look around, seeming amused by the
huge reaction. Van Dam shrugs his shoulders.

Rob Van Dam: Dude, they love us!

Hardy nods and smacks Van Dam in the chest with the back of his hand,
getting his attention.

Jeff Hardy: They can sense it, Rob.. They can sense the change in the air!
They know that tonight, history is bein' made and with no boundaries, no
politics, nothin' holdin' us back, Solid Gold Wrestlin' is a blank canvas just
waitin' on us to paint our masterpiece!

Van Dam smiles and pats Hardy on the shoulder.

Rob Van Dam: That's deep, bro.

Van Dam turns to the camera that has been filming them this whole time.

Rob Van Dam: And you know what? It's true. People are saying that Solid
Gold Wrestling is all about new beginnings and that's cool. That's REAL cool
because a new beginning means a level playing field and a level playing field
means big opportunities for the boys... And bigger matches for the fans!

Rob Van Dam smiles as the fans pop. Jeff Hardy leans in close to the
camera.

Jeff Hardy: And it don't get no bigger than Jeff Hardy climbin' the ladder
in one night on May 30th to become the first ever Solid Gold Wrestling
World Heavyweight Champion!

The fans pop huge as Hardy mugs for the camera. Van Dam almost laughs
out loud, talking to Hardy as he continues to play to the fans in the arena.

Rob Van Dam: Well, I don't know about THAT... You're a great competitor,
Jeff, and we've had some wars.. You've won some, I've won most--

Hardy looks like he can't believe Van Dam just said that. Van Dam smiles.

Rob Van Dam: I've won SOME.. I'd say we're about even.. You know what?
Forget about it, dude, we've got a big match tonight, it's the main event,
and it's a doozy, I'm tellin' ya'.. We need to focus on that and, Jeff, if we
cross paths in the tournament on May 30th, may the best man win!

Jeff Hardy: May the best man win, bro.

They shake hands to a huge pop. That huge pop, however, quickly turns to
boos as John Cena walks into the shot. Van Dam and Hardy both flinch at
the sound of the boos. Cena just smiles. Van Dam cracks a smile of his own
and points at nothing in particular with his thumb.

Rob Van Dam: Dude, they fuckin' hate you!

Cena shrugs.

John Cena: I just wanted to tell you guys good luck tonight and may the
best team win. Let's give'em a show, aiight?

Cena shakes hands with Van Dam and Hardy to a mixed reaction.

Rob Van Dam: Totally, dude.

John Cena: See you guys out there.

The camera follows John Cena as he turns and walks away. He's only a
short distance away when he is approached by Chris Jericho. Cena stares
down at Jericho, who has a smug look on his face. Cena finally breaks the
silence.

John Cena: Nice promo earlier.

Jericho takes a step back and looks Cena up and down. Jericho scratches
his chin and cracks a sinister smile.

Chris Jericho: You know... I just noticed something.. You're not so big
and intimidating without the WWE machine behind you. Isn't that weird?

Jericho chuckles.

Chris Jericho: I'll see you around, Cena.

Jericho walks past Cena, bumping him shoulder to shoulder on purpose as he
does. John Cena doesn't even turn to watch Jericho leave, he just stares
straight ahead, trembling with anger.

Already in the ring for the next contest is Tommy Dreamer. Dreamer is
wearing his usual track pants and an 'ECW' t-shirt, even though both
versions that company are long dead. He stands in the corner, pumping his
fist to a small "ECW!" chant on his side of the ring. Suddenly, the small
chant turns into a lot of boos as Dreamer's scheduled opponent, Ted
Dibiase, walks through the curtain in a three piece suit and a black cape
with a red interior. Underneath Dibiase's arm is the Million Dollar
Championship and in his hand is a microphone. Dibiase stands on the stage as
Dreamer looks on with a confused look on his face. Dibiase looks out into
the fans and shakes his head.

Ted Dibiase: You people didn't really think I was going to step in the ring
with Tommy Dreamer did you?

Dreamer looks surprised, "WHAT?!" he says loud enough to be picked up on
camera.

Ted Dibiase: It appears that you people, as well as the match makers
apparently, are not familiar with who I am.. So, please.... Allow me to
introduce myself... My name is Ted Dibiase.. And I am a man of wealth and
taste!

A loud "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" chant begins. Dreamer claps along with it,
smiling. Dibiase offers a smug nod, acknowledging the chant as it gets
louder and louder.

Ted Dibiase: That means I'm not in Solid Gold Wrestling for the money... I
HAVE MONEY! And THAT means I don't have to waste my time moving up
the ranks.. I don't have to start at the bottom with so-called men like
Tommy Dreamer! I'm here for competition.. I'm here for what I was denied
in my previous place of employment... A world championship!

Dibiase smirks.

Ted Dibiase: Now, tell me... And I'm being dead serious.. Am I going to earn
a world championship by beating Tommy Dreamer? The answer is no and
since time is money, I'm not wasting either in a dead end match with a guy
who doesn't know when to call it quits... But don't worry, Dreamer, you're
going to get a match tonight. I know you need the money and I wouldn't
dare deprive you of a valuable payday.

Dreamer is seething mad, clenching his fists in front of him, huffing and
puffing visibly as Dibiase paces back and forth on the stage before speaking
again.

Ted Dibiase: See, I'm new to this millionaire thing... When the money
became available to me, I did with it what I think a lot of men in my position
would.. I went out and I bought a MASTERPIECE I could call my own!

No one seems to get the reference until the lights dim and the spotlight
hits on the stage as "The Masterpiece" Chris Masters walks out in his
wrestling tights and a glittery cape. He slings off the cape as he flexes and
poses next to Dibiase. Dibiase and Masters walks side by side down to the
ring as the fans boo and as they get close to the ring apron, Tommy
Dreamer slides out of the ring and immediately begins throwing punches on
Masters! He throws Masters into the ring and follows him in! The referee
calls for the bell!

Chris Masters versus Tommy Dreamer
Referee: Brian Hebner

Dreamer rolls in as Masters is getting to his feet and quickly gives up his
advantage by trying to trade blows with the larger, more intimidating
Masterpiece. Masters clubs Dreamer down, smashes him with a Polish
Hammer and finishes him off in no time with the unbreakable Masterlock!

Winner: Chris Masters via Submission in 3:21

Masters refuses to let go of the hold until he lifts Dreamer straight up and
plants him right on his head with the Masterlock Slam! Ted Dibiase climbs
into the ring and looks down at Dreamer with a cocky smile on his face. He
reaches into his jacket ad removes a thick wad of cash. He peels off a
single one hundred dollar bill and stuffs it into Tommy Dreamer's mouth.
The fans boo as Masters holds open the ropes for Dibiase to step out.
Dibiase and Masters walk up the ramp, paying no more mind to what's going
on in the ring as the fans rip Dibiase a new one.. In the ring, Dreamer rolls
over on his side, coughing up the one hundred dollar bill as Brian Hebner
checks on him. Dibiase stops in front of the curtain to take one more look
out at the fans, smiling as he does so.

SGW interviewer, Rebecca Bayless, is backstage in front of the interview
backdrop with a microphone in her hand. She's standing by with the two
winners of the Chickfight Division Battle Royal, the two women who will
meet on May 30th to determine the first ever SGW Chickfight Champion!
On one side of her is "Dark Angel" Sarah Stock, still in her ring gear, and
on the other side of her is Daffney, also in her ring gear with an "I
SCREAM" t-shirt on.. The fans in the building pop upon seeing them after
the amazing performance that was put on earlier in the night.. Bayless
begins the interview.

Rebecca Bayless: Hi, everyone! Rebecca Bayless here and I'm standing next
to the women who will do battle on May 30th at SGW's first pay-per-view
event, Supremacy, to find out who will be the first SGW Chickfight
Champion! Daffney and "Dark Angel" Sarah Stock!

Stock pounds her fist into her open palm, looking ready to go right NOW.

Rebecca Bayless: Girls, we've been allowed to set aside this time for each
one of you to tell us why you think you deserve to be the first Chickfight
Champion!

Bayless turns her attention to Stock. Stock puts her hands on her hips,
looking down at the microphone, appearing to mentally prep herself for this
as she would a match.

Rebecca Bayless: Sarah Stock, would you like to go first?

Stock takes the microphone out of Bayless' hand and turns to face the
camera. The intensity of Sarah Stock shows through in her voice and
mannerisms just as it does in the ring.

Sarah Stock: First, let me say that it is an honor to have been chosen by
Eric Bischoff for this revolutionary new division.. Why do I deserve to be
the first Chickfight Champion? I don't want to brag.. But I feel like this
division was created for me. Eric Bischoff wanted to sign the best female
athletes in the world--

She points at herself with her free hand.

Sarah Stock: --He found her.

The fans pop for that one.

Sarah Stock: I trained for years in Canada and Mexico and became an
international sensation years before I turned heads by signing with TNA! If
I could describe myself in one word, it would be EXPLOSIVE! There's only
one thing I haven't done with my career yet and that is win a women's
world championship in a global company and I plan to correct that in Solid
Gold Wrestling! If you thought what you saw in that battle royal tonight
was amazing, you haven't seen anything yet!

The fans are reacting loudly to Stock, having gotten a good grip on what
she's all about from her brief promo. She turns to Daffney, however, and
decides to make one last comment, which sounds more like a threat.

Sarah Stock: ..YOU haven't seen anything yet.

THAT gets a bit of a mixed reaction. Bayless looks nervous as she takes
the microphone from Stock. Daffney is staring a hole through Stock as
Bayless flashes a nervous smile and speaks.

Rebecca Bayless: Um, wow.. Daffney? Your turn.

Daffney takes the microphone from Bayless and looks down at it for a
second before loudly clearing her throat, raising it, and speaking in an
extremely sarcastic tone.

Daffney: Why do I think I deserve the belt? That's a tough one, Becky...
What have I done with my career that could POSSIBLY compare with Miss
Sarah Stock over there?

Daffney looks down and scratches her head, acting confused.

Daffney: Well, the only real belt I've ever held was some crummy old
Cruiserweight title and I had to defend that against MEN, so that doesn't
give me much experience with girl belts... And... Let's see... Crap, I made my
PRO DEBUT in a company called WCW, there might be a few articles on the
internet about it if you're unfamiliar, so I never got that indy seasoning
before the big bad mainstream folk got their hands on me--

Stock pushes Bayless back against the backdrop, keeping her hand planted
firmly on Bayless' chest as though she's holding her in place. Stock puts her
other hand on top of the microphone, cutting Daffney off. Daffney smirks
and glances down at the microphone before looking up, right in Stock's
eyes. Stock removes the microphone from Daffney's hand and then shoves
Bayless behind her. Bayless looks upset that she's been handled in such a
manner and departs the scene, looking to be on the verge of tears. Stock
and Daffney get face to face. Stock raises the microphone, holding it to
the side of her mouth because she and Daffney are so near touching that
the microphone won't fit between them.

Sarah Stock: Jokes. You like jokes, huh? That's great, because me? I like
to laugh. As a matter of fact, Daffney, I'm going to have a hard time trying
not to laugh when I'm kicking that ignorant smile off of your FACE.

The fans "OHHHH!" as Daffney gets a serious look on her face.

Sarah Stock: Your attempt to make me look like some self-important indy
-queen does nothing but expose you for the insecure, bitter never-was--

Daffney takes a big step forward, bumping Stock back a step. Stock
doesn't miss a beat, finishing her sentence to a loud round of boos.

Sarah Stock: --that you are.

Stock then takes a step forward, pushing Daffney back a step.

Sarah Stock: I'm not disrespecting you because of your mainstream
background.. We were both Knockouts once. You held a man's championship
and you defended it successfully against men. Congratulations. Not
everyone can claim something like that. I applaud you for getting as far as
you have with as little as you have to offer--

Daffney opens her mouth to interject but Stock cuts her off.

Sarah Stock: --BUT I do have a problem with how you carry yourself. For
years, you have treated this business like a joke. Everything is about having
a laugh to you and let's face it, your best years are behind you. Way behind
you. You only got signed to TNA because of your connection to Eric
Bischoff and that's the only reason you're standing here right now. I'm
here because I am one of the best, if not THE best, in the business today..
I fought and scraped and bled to make it as far as I have... And I'm not
going to stand here and be insulted by an overpaid comedy act--

BAM! Daffney pushes Stock against the wall, burying her forearm in
Stock's neck. The microphone goes flying out of Stock's hand. Daffney
begins yelling in Stock's face, the microphone isn't even needed.

Daffney: --COMEDY ACT!?

She jars Stock's head against the wall, continuing to choke her with her
forearm. Stock strains hard against her, the look on her face saying that
something ugly will happen if Daffney lets her go.

Daffney: I.. HAVE HAD MY KNEE.. SURGICALLY REBUILT!! I'VE BEEN
SCARRED.. SCARRED FOREVER FROM HARDCORE MATCHES!! I SPENT
TWO YEARS HAVING STEVIE RICHARDS!! STEVIE RICHARDS FOR
GOD'S SAKE, PUMP ME FULL OF CRAZY AND FORCE ME TO DO HIS
BIDDING!!

BAM! She smacks Stock's head against the wall again, making sure she
understands what she's gotten herself into. Stock's hands grip Daffney's
forearms so hard that her fingers turn white.

Daffney: But I came back from the knee injury! I wore the scars like
badges of honor! And I got away from Stevie Richards and his.. His.. CULT!!
If anybody deserves to walk to the ring with a smile.. It's me.

She releases Stock and takes a step back. Stock gasps for air and stares
at Daffney with a look that could kill. Stock is almost doubled over, gently
rubbing her throat. Daffney stares down at her, a disgusted look on her
face.

Daffney: But don't you EVER.. Call me a comedy act.

Before another word can be said, Trish Stratus walks into the shot to a
huge pop. She doesn't look pleased at all with what she has just witnessed.
Sarah Stock straightens up to greet her, not willing to look weak in front
of her.

Trish Stratus: Hopefully that's out of your system, ladies.

She looks from Stock to Daffney and gets no disagreement from them.

Trish Stratus: You both did great tonight and I look forward to seeing you
face off at Supremacy but the Chickfight Division is about respect and
making people stand up and take notice.. This--

She motions all around them, bringing attention to their physical
altercation.

Trish Stratus: --All of this.. Isn't going to work out. So, next week, you
two are going to work out your problems as a tag team in a match with
Portia Perez and Nicole Matthews.. The Canadian Ninjas!

Stock and Daffney look at each other and then back at Trish. Neither of
them look pleased with this development at all. Trish points behind her with
her thumb.

Trish Stratus: You're both dismissed.

Stock and Daffney grudgingly walk past Trish and off of the interview set.
The camera zooms in on Trish as she turns and watches them leave. Just as
it looks like we're preparing to cut to the ring, a voice from off-camera is
heard.

Kacey Diamond: Injustice! J'exige la décision sois renversé! On m'a
injustement éliminé du royal de bataille! Elle devrait être moi, Kacey
Diamond, dans l'allumette de titre!

Kacey Diamond storms into the shot, still in her wrestling gear, only now
with a flowing white robe and a tiara. She continues raving at Trish who
clearly has no idea what Kacey is saying.

Kacey Diamond: Dites-moi pourquoi vous permettez à ceci de se produire,
Trish Stratus!

Trish quickly loses patience.

Trish Stratus: Hold up! English, please!

Kacey Diamond looks around, a look of confusion and anger upon her face.
Ignoring Trish's order, she continues to rave like a complete psycho.

Kacey Diamond: J'exige le respect! Je vous exige m'insère dans l'allumette
de titre à la suprématie! Faites-lui la droite, Trish Stratus! Rendez-la
droite!

Trish Stratus: No, seriously. What the HELL are you saying?

Another voice from off-camera.

Prince Nana: What she is saying, Trish Stratus--

Prince Nana walks into the shot, rubbing his hands together. He looks Trish
up and down and licks his lips. Trish looks disgusted by the perverted glare
that he gives her.

Prince Nana: What'a she DEMANDS... Is simply WHAT.. She is owed!

Nana's voice rises and he points at Trish with wide eyes.

Prince Nana: And'a you KNOW what she is owed, AH!?

Trish crosses her arms across her chest, listening but not interested in
what he has to say. Kacey Diamond stands with her hands on her hips,
listening to everything that is said though she has no idea what they're
saying.

Prince Nana: De' gold! De' money! An' sweet, sweet SHRIMP COCKTAILS!
Of which'a tonight... She was ROBBED! Robbed like de' thief in de' night! Is
it not bad enough, Trish Stratus, dat my Sassy Stephie is in de' hospital
after what 'dose vile brothers from de' different mothers did to her!?
Who shall Jimmy Rave and Sonjay Dutt lay with for 'dere pleasure tonight!?
Now my Diamond in de' Rough must be unhappy as well!?

He continues pointing right in her face.

Prince Nana: Criminal! What happen tonight is CRIMINAL, Trish Stratus! You
guarantee STRATUSFACTION for everyone tonight and DIS is what
happen!? Kacey Diamond was unfairly eliminated!

Trish raises an eyebrow.

Trish Stratus: What do you want me to do?

Prince Nana: Ha ha... What do I want you to do!? Dat is a long, long list o'
tings I can not mention on live television, yeah!? But I will start wit' de'
matter at hand... What you can do, Trish Stratus, is put Kacey Diamond, de'
Diamond in de' Rough, yeah!? In de' match for de' Chickfight Championship!

Trish knew that is what he wanted. She takes a step toward him.

Trish Stratus: I watched the match.. I saw how she was eliminated and
there is no controversy. I will not put an undeserving competitor in a title
match with two women who played by the rules to earn the opportunity.

A menacing smile creeps across Nana's face. Kacey Diamond looks unhappy,
sensing that this conversation hasn't gone the way she and Nana intended.
He leans in and whispers something into her ear. She whispers something
back to him. Nana turns back to Trish.

Prince Nana: You are making a big mistake, you know this, ah!?

Trish mans up on him unexpectedly.

Trish Stratus: What's French for "too damn bad" ?

Nana chuckles and takes Kacey Diamond by the arm.

Prince Nana: You will come to regret dis decision. I promise you dat.

Nana and Diamond walk away as the camera zooms in on Trish Stratus'
face. She's only one day in and is already receiving threats from angered
competitors! We go to the ring for the main event!

Main Event - Tag Team Challenge
John Cena & Randy Orton versus Rob Van Dam & Jeff Hardy
Referee: Nick Patrick

With all four men in the ring, the fans are on their feet and the electricity
can be felt in the air. This is truly the big match feel that Eric Bischoff
promised but if the fans thought Eric Bischoff would leave it at that, they
truly still have no idea what Eric Bischoff is all about! "Back in Black" hits
before the bell rings and the fans pop as Eric Bischoff walks out onto the
stage. He announces right then and there that this match needs a little
something extra to put it over the top. He dismisses Nick Patrick from his
duties and announces that tonight, this main event is going to have a special
guest referee!

Special Guest Referee: Hulk Hogan

The fans go nuts as Hogan stomps down to the ring in a red and yellow
striped, sleeveless referee shirt! Bischoff joins Heyman and Cole at
ringside for commentary duties. All four men shake hands and the match
begins. It is fast paced and full of excitement. The fans are responding to
every move and very clearly take the side of Van Dam and Hardy over Cena
and Orton. Hogan calls the match right down the middle as Cena and Orton
dominate, isolating Hardy in their corner. Orton and Cena strangely work
very well together like a well oiled machine. However, a minor
miscommunication leads to Hardy making the hot tag! Van Dam deals out big
moves left and right, keeping both men off their feet. Jeff Hardy gets
himself back together and tackles Orton out of the ring. Orton and Hardy
brawl around ringside as Van Dam and Cena tear the house down in the ring.
Hogan is so concerned with Van Dam and Cena that he never sees a thing
when a fan in a Rey Mysterio mask whips out a lead pipe, leans over the
guardrail, and bashes it over Randy Orton's head! Orton goes down in a
heap with blood pouring out of the back of his head and the man unmasks to
reveal........

MISTER ANDERSON!

What the hell is he doing here!? Why did he attack Randy Orton!? The fans
pop huge as Anderson grins down at Orton's fallen body.. And Hardy goes
after Anderson! Anderson manages to slip away into the audience and
Hardy gives up the chase, returning to the ring just as Van Dam rattles Cena
with a wheel barrow kick that puts him flat on his back. Van Dam hits
ROLLING THUNDER and drags Cena into place as Hardy climbs to the top
turnbuckle.... SWANTON BOMB!!!! Cena takes all of it! Hardy rolls out of
the way as Van Dam makes the cover! There's no one to make the save!
Hogan makes the count! One! Two! Three!

Winners: Jeff Hardy & Rob Van Dam via Pin Fall in 19:02

The roof comes off of the place as Van Dam and Hardy begin celebrating.
Hogan raises both of their arms in an image that will no doubt make every
wrestling headline in the world! John Cena uses the ropes to pull himself to
his feet, clearly rattled after taking that series of moves.... He staggers
behind the celebrating trio and forces Hogan's hands down, pulling down
the hands of Hardy and Van Dam in the process. The fans erupt in boos.
Hogan, Van Dam, and Hardy look surprised as Cena stares them down,
barely able to stand... Cena looks like this loss has truly rattled him... But he
slowly extends his hand, drawing applause and then a big pop as Van Dam
accepts the handshake, followed by Hardy. EMTs rush down to ringside and
begin checking on Orton, who hasn't moved since the attack from
Anderson.

With Hogan, Cena, Van Dam, and Hardy still in the ring, Eric Bischoff climbs
into the ring with a microphone in his hand. He stands amongst the SGW
competitors and raises the microphone with a very excited look on his face.

Eric Bischoff: I've said it once.. And dammit, after watching that match,
I'm DYING to say it again......... Ladies and gentlemen... THIS... IS SOLID
GOLD WRESTLING!!!!!!

Huge pop and then--

THE GLASS SHATTERS!

"Stone Cold" Steve Austin's music hits to a massive pop! HE'S HERE!!
STONE COLD IS HERE! Bischoff looks confused, not expecting this at all.
The music plays for several long seconds and Austin never walks through
the curtain.. But suddenly, a rumbling sound is heard! The rumbling continues
and..... THE AUSTIN 3:16 MONSTER TRUCK rolls around the stage, the
engine roaring so loud it almost drowns out the fans! The door swings open
and "Stone Cold" Steve Austin climbs out of the driver's seat and onto the
hood where he removes a beer from his back pocket, pops it open, and
pours it all over himself! The fans loudly chant "AUSTIN! AUSTIN!" as he
climbs down and step onto the stage before storming down the ramp with
purpose in his step. Austin rolls under the bottom rope and gets back to his
feet.. He is greeted by a smiling Bischoff and without even a second
thought, he punches Bischoff right in the balls and keeps walking! Hogan
walks over to check on Bischoff as Austin immediately hops to the middle
rope and calls for a beer! He receives one, pops it open and pours it all over
his face and shirt! Austin calls for another one.. And another one.. And a
third! A fourth! Austin is holding four beer cans as he hops down from the
middle rope! He pitches one to Van Dam, Hardy, and Cena.. He calls for one
last beer and stands behind Hogan, who is still kneeling next to the downed
Bischoff.. Hogan realizes something is up by the crowd reaction and slowly
stands and turns around. He sees Austin staring him down with the two
beers in his hands and Hogan suddenly grabs his referee shirt by the collar
and RIPS IT APART! Austin doesn't doesn't flinch at all! He tosses one of
the beers to Hogan..... And Hogan just lets it bounce off of his chest! The
fans actually boo Hogan for not taking part! Austin smirks, pops open his
beer and pours it all over himself.. Austin finishes it up, throws the can aside
and smiles with a huge amount of foam all over his goatee! Austin shrugs......
KICK WHAM STUNNER ON HULK HOGAN!!! The fans pop huge as Hogan
lands next to Bischoff and doesn't move!! Austin calls for another beer,
receives it, and then picks up Bischoff's microphone... Hardy, Cena, and Van
Dam look on with amused looks on their faces as Austin paces around the
ring with a beer in one hand and a microphone in the other.... Austin clears
his throat loudly in the microphone...

Steve Austin: If ya' wanna see Solid Gold Wrestlin' take over the wrestlin'
world, give me a HELL YEAH!

" HELL YEAH! "

Steve Austin: I SAID.. IF YA' WANNA SEE SOLID GOLD WRESTLIN'
TAKE OVER THE WRESTLIN' WORLD.... GIMME A HELL YEAH!!

" HELL YEAH!!! "

Steve Austin: OHHHHHHHHH HELLLLLLLLLLLL YEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!!

Austin throws down the microphone and pops open the beer.. Hardy, Van
Dam, and Cena all pop open theirs and the four men begin pouring their beer
all over themselves! Austin stops to turn and pour his beer all over Hogan
and Bischoff, slinging the can up and down, getting beer EVERYWHERE!
Austin turns and calls for even more beer as the fans go nuts.

The show comes to a close as Austin deals out the beer. Why did Austin no
-show early in the event and what will Bischoff and Hogan do about being
assaulted by him!? There are so many questions that beg to be answered!
The only way to find out is to tune in next week!

Fade.