Transcript from Turning Point (by Rob Boor)

Voodoo Kin Mafia's music hits and they come out dressed as DX. With Kip, sporting a crucifix around his neck as Shawn Michaels, and BG has a wig and a sledgehammer, with a false nose as Triple H, of the WWE. They get into the ring as the fans chant "DX Sucks". BG (As HHH) grabs a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home via television, boys and girls, LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLETS GET READY TO STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!"

Some cheesy music hits and 4 guys come out dancing around in green outfits as WWE's Spirit Squad. They run into the ring and "DX" whip them off the ropes and don't even hit them, all they do is the DX crotch chop and the guys fall over. They clear the ring except one and Kip starts to tune up the band when BG stops him.

"I got a better idea. Let's get ready for the fat oily guy!!!!!!!!!"

A big fat guy comes out and strips to a thong, rubbing oil on himself, to immitate the skit that DX did with Vince Mcmahon and a male stripper. The guy comes in the ring and he superkicks the remaining Spirit Squad member.

"I think you killed him with that!"

They then send the fat dude on his way as BG continues to talk.

"You see, sometimes in our business, people have trouble differentiating between parody and reality TV. Now what you just saw was parody and what's next is reality TV."

BG and Kip rip the masks and wigs off. They also refer to DX as their real names - Triple H (Paul Levesque, with a silent S) and Shawn Michaels (Michael Hickenbottom).

"You see, I ain't Paul Levesque, surprise surprise! And you damn sure, he ain't Michael Hickenbottom. You see, I'm B Gizzle and he's Kip James, and by God, we're VKM."

The fans start chanting VKM.

"You see, at first, we were having a good time. You see, we took these parodies as just good humour. But apparently, somewhere along the line, you had a drastic change of heart, Vinnie Mac. You see, an official member of your administration as you like to call him, I refer to him as the offensive co-ordinator (Jim Ross). You see, he said Vince Mcmahon, you don't give a damn what old Slick Willy and B Gizzle were doing down there at TNA. But that's when the drastic change of heart came. You see, we caught wind that you wanted us to stop doing what we were doing. Well that sounds a little familliar, don't it? Cause it's the same damn thing we wanted. Now then, maybe you can remember back, when we were employed by you and you ordered us, you ordered us to drive to CNN Center to find billionaire Ted, maybe you remember that one. Then you had us drive to a WCW house show on the back of a stinkin land of air surface missile, that I think you bought illegally from the Iranians, we should actually look into that. And then, magically by a computer-generated airplane and some bullcrap smoke, you made us write 'WCW Sucks' right over the WCW headquarters. So, oh my God, if you're gonna sue us for a parody, I guess this is the one to do it for."

The fans chant Screw You Vince!

"Vince Mcmahon, we were having a good time and you came along, as usual, and spoiled all the fun. So here's where we get to talk about your big brass cajonés that you always like to brag about. You see, we're gonna lay it all the table and we're issue right now, what I like to call, the million dollar challenge. Let me re-iterate, Vince Mcmahon. The million dollar challenge. You see, you've got nothing to lose for this one Vinnie Mac, so we're really gonna test how big they are. We're offering you, we've got what the Bean Towners, and the upper administrations here at Total Nonstop Action and they know how we feel personally and so by God, unlike you ever did, they're supporting us! Let's get back to the million dollar challenge. You see, Vince, we got a problem. You want us to stop and we want you to stop. Every week, you are chopping at the very foundation, of the dynasty, of the legacy that we were damn sure a major part of. So, we have got a proposition that is legitimate and a proposition that you cannot refuse. You see, it don't matter if it's in your house, it don't matter if it's in our house, it don't matter if it's in the hot damn out-house! We will put up one million dollars, one million dollars, these two son of a bitches right here....verse your two boys! Anywhere......"

The crowd goes nuts so BG stops to milk it for a few seconds.

"Oh no, hit me with this one, you see, this ain't a damn wrestling match. Oh no, hell no! No angles, no spots, no finish, just men verse you two pussies! Vince Mcmahon, let's see how big your balls are! You accept our challenge, or you prove to the world that you're just a gutless piece of shit!"