Final Rodeo

[The One]

A blue auroa fills the room as the white strobe lights flash rhymatically to "Oh Hell Yeah" by the H-BlockX. The crowd explodes as they hear this old, yet favorable entrance song of the former world champion.

People think they know me
say i'm on a little tight
tell me i go looking for trouble
that im always ready for a fight
but im just an easy going guy
not crosing any line
i'm a caring individual
most all time
most all time?
try alot of the time
it's just that.. it's just that.. it's just that
OH HELL YEAH!!!

the song explodes throughout the arena as Red white and blue pyros shoot off from the top of the ramp and Szaban jumps out from behind the curtains. The crowd sounds off like a canon as he dances on top of the ramp.

His hair is picked out and he has a blue bandanna wrapped around his forehead. He is wearing no shirt, and his black wrestling spandex shorts and black leather boots. Szaban is smiling and pumping his arms up and down trying to get the crowd to get louder and louder as they are chanting his name.

Szaban begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring as he is high fiving every hand that is stretched out for him. He hops up on the ring apron and climbs between the middle and top rop. Szaban stands in the middle of the ring yelling out various things and signaling that something is missing from around his waist. He walks to and climbs up all four turnbuckles as he continues to call for his World Heavy Weight Championship.

He finally gets down and stands in the middle of the ring with all the cheers and chants showering down onto him. He gives them a few more seconds before he calls for a mic. color]

David~
I guess dinner is over let's see what the former champ has to say tonight

the ring announcer tosses a mic to the middle of mat, Szaban stands in the middle of the ring looking around the entire arena as the chants of 'Szaban' are creating almost roaring thunder throughout the entire building, Szaban starts circling his arms and as he does the crowd just gets louder and louder, the camera begins to shake. The chants slowly die down, but then a new 'Champion' chant takes it's place.

Ed~
This is it. This is the finale before everything comes to pass. Put up or shut up.

Szaban smiles as he bends down to pick up the mic, he keeps the mic and his hand lowered to his waist as he continues to acknowledge the crowd and their chants, he finally raises the mic up to his mouth and then lowers it, the crowd cheers and then laughs as they slowly let their chants go, Szaban then raises the mic back up to his lips

David~
I never get tired of seeing this. Everytime he comes out here it is an electrifying show. Szaban is the back bone of a Makaveli company for a long time now.

Ed~
Szaban is just that and more. I have always been a supporter of this man, and I think it is due time that Makaveli himself respects this man

David~
Well haters are going to hate that is just what their job is, so even if he does not change his perspective on the man then it is going to be the samething it has been for three years now.

Ed~
Szaban will take respect if you do not give it to him

Szaban winks to Rachel and Rochelle in the front row.

Szaban~
Jordan Jordan Jordan you know man I thought I was done talking but your hoe ass made all that change.

crowd pops, but Szaban quickly raises his hand to control the reaction

Szaban~
You want to act like a big man in front of my family. You want to threaten me in front of my daughter, and then act like a bumbling idiot because you are afraid of me? Jordan you should know by now that you have gotten lucky twice. One win and one draw but that all is going to change come the end of tonight because you will once and for all see that I am not just as good as I say. But I am as good as they say.

the crowd explodes but once again Szaban controls their reaction and continues to rant about the lack of respect Jordan has given him

Szaban~
You want to act like the world owes you everything just because you have bled a little. Jordan you do not know what it is like to carry a company, you do not know what it is like to headline event after event in five cities in a single week. Jordan you can be as emo as you want. You can be as pathetic as you want pretending to be anything you want. At the end of the day you are still a piece of garbage and a hack.

I have faught the best and lost, I have faught the best and won and Jordan you are not the best. You are just another dime a dozen want to be wrestler who is trying to make a name for himself by beating absolutely nobody. You can be me with one arm, well son that will never happen again. I am going to show you what true greatness is, because I have taken shits tougher than you

the crowd is consumed by the 'Szaban' chants. Szaban lowers the mic and shakes his head up and down as he is smiling with to the reaction of the crowd, the camera pans around the arena showing the extreme reaction of the crowd, the camera returns to Szaban, as the arena once again becomes calm and Szaban raises the mic back up

Szaban~
Jordan you are not going to be the force you tell yourself every morning. Tonight all of your lies are going to be exposed and tonight you will have to man up and face the greatest World Champion that this or any other company has ever had.

I came back not just to win the title. Not just for the fans. And not just to keep the memory of Szaban alive. I came back to make sure, with every ounce of my being that overrated no talent whores like you NEVER win the world title... so Jordan you know what's coming because as I have taken a little time off you have risen to the top. But tonight you get to look over that edge and just like everyone before you... you will get

Szaban tosses the mic to the canvas, as the crowd screams out "Dropped", "Oh Hell Yeah" by the H-BlockX blares through the arena as the crowd bursts into cheers once more, Szaban smiles, and walks down the steel steps, he circles the ring shaking the hands of all the fans that extend themselves to him

Ed~
Tonight is the last stop for this train

David~
I think that he has one last ride in him as Champion

Szaban climbs over the barricade and makes his way through the crowd.

[Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass]

This is a
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.

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|x| Third time's the charm .. |x|

Just then, a pane of glass shatters over the PA's and the crowd go deathly silent. There's a long pause and then, BOOM, pyros explode as the drum solo from "Metalingus" by Alter Bridge rings over speaker system. The lights die when the solo is over .. and as the music comes back in, they come back on and Jordan is in the ring with microphone in hand, ready and dressed for combat. Shirtless with his ripped blue jeans on and his leather boots.

David ~ Oh no, not him again.

Ed ~ I think Jordan's pissed!

He smiles as he looks at Szaban who has just jumped the barricade.

Jordan ~ Szaban, you poor soul. You think I'm scared of your punk ass? Nun-uh. Sorry dude, but you got it all wrong. Personally, and I'm not the only one who thinks this, I think you're scared of me because you know, deep down inside, that I'm going to hurt you so bad you're not going to know what to do with yourself.

David ~ Is Jordan sure he wants to say this stuff to a thirty-nine time champion?

Ed ~ Would he be saying it otherwise?

David ~ Well he has been known to say some pretty stupid stuff.

Ed ~ SHHH, DON'T LET HIM HEAR YOU!

The crowd boos Jordan. He simply shakes it off, then continues.

Jordan ~ I'll threaten you in front of your family, in front of your friends, in front of the President Of The United States, in front of the pope, in front of Osama BinLaden, in front of Jesus Christ himself because I know that deep down inside, you know I'm going to come out on top in this match.

Once again, the crowd boos Jordan. He screams something that isn't audible, then continues.

Jordan ~ I'm not fucking emo and I'm not fucking pretending anything, you son of a bitch. At the end of the day, I may be a hack, but I'll be a hack that whooped your ass for the XVI World Championship. You must take some pretty bad shits .. well, that's explainable. You feel yourself so much shit in the first place that it's double the work when it comes back out.

Ed ~ He's gettin' it rollin'.

David ~ Let's just hope Szaban just doesn't stop the rollin'.

Jordan laughs as, once again, the crowd boos at him.

Jordan ~ You may be the best World Champion ever, but that's only because I have never been a World Champion, and that only fuels me more you little fuck. I am going to win, and I may get dropped, once, twice, three times, four times, five times ..

Jordan stops, but the crowd keeps going, now getting into the feel of his rant.

- .. SIX TIMES, SEVEN TIMES, EIGHT TIMES .. -

David ~ My god, the crowd is changing in his favor.

Ed ~ He knows what he's doing!

Jordan ~ .. but I'll come back stronger every time and I will have those three seconds counted in my favor, Matty. I don't lie, I don't say things I don't mean and I don't put up with your SHIT. I'm NOT a no talent whore, if you want one of those you got to look no further than the mother of your child.

The crowd "OHHHH!" 's at the comment, but Jordan just continues.

Jordan ~ I have talent, and I'm going to use every ounce of it to take you down and put you out because everyone has had enough of you thinking you own everything and everyone, and it's about time someone shut you the fuck up!

The crowd begins to boo him again.

David ~ I'm telling you, he's making a mistake bad-mouthing Szaban like this!

Ed ~ Will you shut up?!

Jordan ~ I am going to do that tonight, Matt. I am going to finally close you mouth and MAYBE this time you'll take your ball and go home because I, and once again, I'm not the only one to think this, am SICK AND FUCKING TIRED of you and you're goddamned "I'm so great, I own the Championship." Jesus, leave us alone. We've suffered enough with all this "Szaban is the best" CRAP.

The crowd boos Jordan louder than ever now.

David ~ This man is going to get killed.

Ed ~ I SAID SHUT UP!

Jordan begins to pace the ring.

Jordan ~ Once you know what Serafin has in store for XVI, you'll leave anyway because you will then KNOW, that you can't win in this company and you can NOT do anymore damage to anyone's careers here. So please, shut up and we can have this damned match.

Ed ~ He wants the match! HE WANTS THE MATCH!

David ~ Alright, we get it. Now it's your turn to shut up.

Jordan ~ When you feel my shoulder SLICE through your ribs tonight, you will know that you have no more chances, no more life here in XVI and I am praying that you will realize that it's about time that you got out of this business and stayed out. Needles prick, knives cut .. but glass scars, Matty. When I scar you, you'll want to lose.

Jordan drops his microphone and his music hits. He smiles at Szaban as he turns and raises his arms, screaming into the camera.

|x| .. and I'll come out on top. |x|

[Fin]

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