May 29th, 2007: Highway To Hell

[Makaveli The Don]

Fans are cheering.. Red and Yellow pyros blast all over the arena.... it's time for a Highway To Hell!!



Ed Set~ Welcome folks thank you for ordering the Pay Per View.

David Sierra~ I must admit, Ed, this Pay Per View is very equivalent to WWE's Royal Rumble!

Ed Set~ Better! This is a place for XTreme!

David Sierra~ You got that right!

Stars and Stripes Forever plays over the PA system as a marching band comes from behind the curtains with full attire and enthusiasm. From behind them comes Corporal Punishment with a huge spanning American Flag over his shoulder as he waves it about and salutes creating a short explosion with red white and blue streamers going everywhere. He looks focused as usual with a broad chin and murderously patriotic look on his face. he makes his way to the ring as the Marching band travels around it and comes out from the left and travels back up the ramp as we get one more salute from the Corporal.

Ed Set~ And it looks like we're marching straight to the action here, David.

David Sierra~ Damn right! Here's a man who is well respected since he's debut. He is very under rated among the wrestlers backstage. It's time for this man to explode!

Ed Set~ I've gotta disagree with you, David. Damien Necro is a legend in Japan. It's time for him to become a legend right here in the United States.

The crowd in the arena goes silent. From a sudden, Headstrong by Trapt hits the PA as black and white pyros hit the arena. Damien Necro comes out to the entrance ramp as he walks down towards the ring alongside his manager Robert Duggan. He slides in the ring as Robert Duggan stays at ringside. He glares at Corp, staring him down.

They aproach each other in the middle of the ring, screaming in each others faces. Damien swings at Corp, but he catches it, throwing his arm back and nailing him with a hard right to the temple, sending him down to the mat. Corp jumps on top of him, heavy hitting punches to the face coming constantly.

He stands up, lifting Damien up with him. He swings him into the corner, runs at him, clotheslines him then bull dogs him. He gets up, stomping on Damien. He lifts him up, swings him into the ropes, then hits a big boot on him.

Corporal Punishment then taunts by saluting, then leans over, screaming in Necro's face. Necro quickly reaches up, poking Corp in the eyes. Corp stumbles back, leaning on the ropes. Necro quickly gets up and runs at Corp, trying to clothesline him over the ropes, but he revereses it, sending Damien hard to the mat.

Ed ~ Quick thinking by Corporal Punishment there.

Corp regains his composure, then jumps to the outside of the ring. He picks up Necro, irish-whipping him into the ring post. He walks over, slams his head against it, then rolls him back into the ring at the count of four.

He gets up, dragging Necro to his feet. He kicks him in the gut and picks up, and BAM, All American Grand Slam. He goes for the cover, but stops. He smiles, and gets back to his feet, picking up Necro with him.

He gives him a hard kick to the gut, sticks his head between his legs, flips him up and then .. BAM. Sitdown powerbomb. He smiles again, gets up and walks to the corner. He climbs to the top ropes and ..

LEG DROP! Necro is gasping for air from Corporal's leg being slammed against his throat. Corp goes for the cover ..

One ..
Two ..
Corporal gets off Necro?

Corporal gets up, lifting Damien up with him. He kicks him in the gut, then hoists him up onto his shoulders.

David ~ Torture Rack!

Ed ~ I'm being told that Corporal calls this move Death Row.

The referee looks at Necro's eyes. He turns, waving his arms in the air. The bell rings.

RA ~ The winner of this match, Corporal Punishment!

The scene fades to commercial as Corporal lets Damien drop from his shoulders, and gets his hand raised by the official.

[Makaveli The Don]

Highway To Hell returns from the commercial break and Ed, David and Eric are ready to call and introduce the next match.

Ed:
Welcome back and boy do we have a good match coming up next...

David:
We sure do, its the first ever triple threat elimination last man standing match...

Ed:
Lets head over to Eric Cabrera and get this one started...

As the sirens starts to go off, once the beat drops and huge explosion of pyrotechnics go off and Justin makes his way down to the ring. Lights flashing, he slides into the ring and climbs each turnbuckle, playing off the fans energy.

Eric:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is a triple threat elimination, last man standing match, the rules are simple, if your down for a count of 10 you are eliminated, the last man standing wins. Introducing first, from The Bronx Ney York... Justin "The Answer" Evans...And, from Stoke England, Ticker!

Little Victories by The Horrors hits the P.A. system and the room goes black, Ticker enters from behind the curtain and holds his arms in the air with a cocky smirk on his face. As Tickers hands are raised fire works fire up in a light green colour. The room dims to green and black Ticker begins walking down the ramp with a cocky swagger and look. As Ticker walks down toward the ring yellow lights flash around the ramp in a figure of 8 pattern. Ticker then jump on the ring and enters through the ropes he runs to a turnbuckle and taunts the crowd with his arms outstretched and his hands in the shape of guns. He turns and jumps off the turnbuckle and awaits his next opponent. The two men in the ring stare each other down.

Eric:
And finally, hailing from Calgary Alberta Canada, he is the XVI NextGen champion...Jake Xavier

"Before I forget" by Slipknot plays throughout the arena, and the lights in the arena dim. Jake Xavier walks through the curtain, standing tall, leather jacket on shoulder. He walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans, and shouts at them when being "boo'ed". He slides under the bottom rope, and takes off his leather jacket, throws it into the corner, and then kneels down in the corner with his head down. The two men take advantage of this and begin to beat away at Jake. They then turn on each other and start trading forearm shots back and forth, Ticker soon gets the upper hand and whips J.E. into the ropes, he lowers his head but J.E. scouts it and kicks Ticker the face then follows it up with a clothesline, Jake then charges out of the corner and delivers a bulldog to J.E.

Ed:
Fast start here from the three combatants

Ticker rolls out of the ring as the referee starts to count the other men, Jake stands up on 5 and brings J.E. with him. Ticker climbs the top rope with a steel chair he got from the outside, as Jake throws J.E. over the top rope he turns around to Ticker who throws the chair at him, Jake catches it but is then knocked out by a missile dropkick from Ticker. Jake falls to the ground and so does Ticker the referee begins a count, outside the ring J.E. sets up a table and grabs a steel chair, Ticker gets up at 5 and climbs onto the apron to meet J.E., J.E. also climbs onto the apron and tries to swing the chair at Ticker, Ticker ducks it, and then J.E. is hit with a chair from Jake Xavier, J.E. wobbles on the apron and Ticker grabs his chair, the two men nod to each other and deliver a concerto to J.E. forcing him to fall off the apron and through the table that he had set up.

Ed:
Oh My Gawwwd, J.E. just went crashing through the table and the referee is beginning his count.

David:
Good night J.E. he isn’t getting up from that one

The other two men continue fighting on the apron, Ticker manages to hit Xavier across the chest with the chair and he falls off the apron, the referee reaches 10 and J.E. is eliminated... Ticker looks down at the champ and dives off looking for a hurricanerana, Xavier moves out the way, and hits Ticker with a chair straight around the head, flattening him out cold.

Ed:
Jake Xavier is sick in the head, that shot could have killed him

David:
But it hasn’t and Jake isn’t finished yet...

Jake picks Ticker up not allowing the ref to finish his count. He goes to Irish whip ticker into the ring post but Ticker reverses it and whips Jake into it, his head violently bounces off it and he begins to bleed heavily. Suddenly Ticker is attacked from Behind by J.E. and he is thrown into the post also, now both of the men still in the match are knocked out cold.

David:
Justin getting a little revenge there...

The referee begins to count, both men lie flat out on the floor, as the ref reaches 5 they begin to stir and on 7 Jake manages to get up bleeding heavily, Ticker follows on the 9 count and they begin to trade blows once more, they make there way around to the announce tables and begin to trade blows once more. Ticker gains the upper hand once more and whips Jake into the apron, he tries to follow up with a clothesline but Jake ducks and he hits the apron hard with his knee, as he goes down Jake tears the top of the announce table.

Ed:
No Jake think about this

David:
Things could become dangerous.

Jake grabs a monitor and as Ticker regains his feet Jake swings it at his head, it connects with the back of his head and knocks Ticker out flat. The ref jumps down out of the ring and instantly calls for the bell...Ticker is out cold.

Eric:
Ladies and Gentlemen your winner and still XVI NextGen champion...Jake Xavier

Ed:
A brutal shot from Jake, and all three of the men in this match must compete later in the Ultimate Assault match.

Jake's hand is raised by the referee as the scene fades into commercials.

[Makaveli The Don]

Eric Cabrera:
The following contest is a fatal four way tag team match! Introducing first, in a combined weight of 485lbs, they hail from The Darkest Reaches of Your Soul, they are Thor and Shadow, the Unholy Legion!

The UnNaturals are already inside the ring When the theme of One winged Angel was heard in a P.A system the light begin to be dark and a spotlight purple begin to light the stage when all the stage are surround by fog and both man make they way when they begin to sing. They continue their way at the ring and when they reach the light come and both man raise both arms in the airs and when they slam 4 flames appears in a corner following of some 4 pyro.

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing next, in a combined weight of 444lbs, they are Ritalin and Prozac, the Meds!

Ritalin and Prozac walk out on stage look at the crowd then they each go to a side of the stage and Ritalin raises both his arms and Prozac Raises one arm and beats his chest with the other. Then they both walk down the ramp while pumping up the crowd by slapping hands or flexing for them then they both slide into the ring and go to two corners and they both get on the middle rope in the corners together and raise there arms.

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing next, weighing in at 225 lbs, from Calgary, Alberta, Jake Xavier!

"Before I forget" by Slipknot plays throughout the arena, and the lights in the arena dim. Jake Xavier walks through the curtain, standing tall, leather jacket on shoulder. He walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans, and shouts at them when being "booed". He slides under the bottom rope, and takes off his leather jacket, throws it into the corner, and then kneels down in the corner with his head down.

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing next, weighing in at 297 lbs, from Shearstown, Newfoundland, Jordan “The Bullet Proof” Glass!

The lights dim, as the bass line of "Miss Murder" rocks the arena. The crowd jump to their feet, some booing, and some cheering. As the bass line ends and the song begins, a shot of white pyrotechnic shaped in an X shoots up into the air, and a single white spotlight shines down on the man standing there. He has on black jeans and black wrestling boots with his black leather trench coat dangling down around his shins. His upper body is very well defined; his pecks and his eight pack are very evident. His black, wavy locks draped down around his shoulders and face, accentuating his grey-black eyes. He runs to the ring with a focused look in his eyes, not even looking at the crowd. He jumps up onto the apron of the ring and goes under the top rope. He removes his trench coat and begins to hop around, awaiting his opponent.

All four teams are finally standing in the ring, staring one another out. Everybody runs into the middle of the ring as a massive brawl breaks out. The referee then signals for the bell to be rung.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ed Set:
These guys didn’t even wait for the bell!

David Sierra:
I think these men are more interested in ripping chunks out of each other and proving who the best tag team in XVI truly is.

Ed Set:
My money’s on Jordan and Xavier…

David Sierra:
Then you’re obviously wasting your money. Everybody knows The Unholy Union are going to take this one, Ed.

Ed Set:
Pssh. Whatever.

The Meds instantly go to work on The UnNaturals. Prozac stomps Xavier in the corner whilst Ritalin chokes Xander with his foot. Suddenly, Jordan wails in and clubbers Ritalin in the back. Jordan grabs Ritalin and executes a textbook German suplex. Jordan grabs Ritalin’s leg and signals for the STF, but Xander comes out of nowhere and rolls up Jordan in a schoolboy.

One…
Two…
Kickout!

Jordan manages to roll out of the schoolboy, where he then trips up Xavier and locks him in the STF. Xavier begins to raise his hand, but luckily Shadow intervenes with a boot to Jordan’s face. Shadow hoists Jordan up and knocks him down to the canvas with a hard felt clothesline.

David Sierra:
I told you, didn’t I? The Unholy Union have got this one in the bag…

Ed Set:
Oh please. That’s his first move of the night!

David Sierra:
Shut up! Have you ever felt a Shadow Clothesline? They’re as brutal as brutal can be. I know my boys have got this match.

Shadow picks Jordan up once again and plants him with a boot to the face, once again sending him back down to the match. Shadow smiles and turns around where he is met by a dropkick from Jake Xavier! Jake Xavier begins cleaning house as he begins to clothesline everybody in sight. Jake Xavier applies a front face lock on Prozac and executes a snap suplex! Thor is next up as Xavier kicks him in the mid-section and applies a front face lock. However, before Jake Xavier can execute his move, Thor elbows him in the head. Jake Xavier releases the face lock and before he has time to blink, Thor picks him up and drops him into a hellacious spinebuster. Thor makes a cover.


One…
Two…
Breakup!

Ritalin manages to breaks up the pin attempt. Ritalin grabs Shadow by the head and lifts him on his face. Ritalin then slaps Shadow hard before hitting him with an Enziguri kick.

Ed Set:
Ouch! That kick must have been heard around the world.

David Sierra:
If The Unholy Union can’t surpass this bout, then you can bet your bottom dollar that The Meds won’t be far behind.

Ed Set:
Meh. The kid got lucky…

Ritalin runs towards the ropes. Jumping onto the top rope, he flies off and hits Shadow with a lionsault. Ritalin then gets on all fours. Prozac sees this and signals for the “Medicated”. He runs off the ropes and before he can perform the move, Thor meets him with a vicious roundhouse kick. Ritalin quickly jumps on his feet. Xander goes for a clotheslines, but Ritalin ducks and kicks Xander, who goes flying over the top rope. Ritalin jumps onto the ropes and executes a perfect springboard cross body onto the outside, landing on Xander.

Ed Set:
Ritalin believes he can fly!

David Sierra:
Did you just quote R Kelly? How lame is that!

Upon seeing his tag team partner in trouble, Xavier slides outside the ring and begins stomping away at Ritalin. A double team on Ritalin begins. Prozac sees his partner in trouble and exits the ring. A brawl between The Meds and The UnNaturals proceeds as another brawl between The Unholy Union Jordan and Jake Xavier escalates inside the ring. Xavier goes for a big boot on Thor, but he ducks… Shadow goes for a clothesline on Jordan glass, but he ducks too. Thor scoops up Xavier whilst Jordan Glass nails the “Shattering Plummet”. Thor spins around and plants a spinning tombstone piledriver on Xavier… Both Thor and Jordan Glass go for the pinfall at the same time!

Ed Set:
The Meds and The UnNaturals are brawling mid-way on the ramp whilst both men are going for the pinfall!

David Sierra:
Who the hell is the referee counting for!?

The referee drops to he mat and counts.


One…
Two…
Three!!

Both Thor and Jordan Glass both start celebrating, completely oblivious as to what’s going on. Jake Xavier and Shadow are on their feet at this point. Jake Xavier and Jordan get into a dispute over the outcome. Jordan has had enough and he pushes Jake Xavier, which results in the pair brawling all over the ring. This then leads to both Thor and Shadow arguing. Suddenly, Shadows yells “I QUIT!”… Shadow then proceeds to head to the back. Thor follows, still arguing with him.

Ed Set:
What the hell just happened here and what does this mean?

David Sierra:
I have no idea. For once, I am left speechless.

[Makaveli The Don]

You screen flashes white, and then you can see a shot of XVI interviewer Steven Wilbourgh standing there, mic in hand.

Steven ~ Hello, and I am Steven Wilbourgh
here backstage at XVI pay-per-view Highway To Hell. I am waiting for Jord - -

Suddenly, Jordan Glass runs onto camera, out of breath and sweating from the match he just took place in.

Jordan ~ I'm here. What the hell do you want?

Steven looks at Jordan blankly, then begins to speak.

Steven ~ We just witnessed something very unusual in your Fatal Four Way Tag Team match against The Meds, The UnNaturals and The Unholy Legion. You pinned Shadow, but Jake was pinned by Thor at the same time, making it a draw. Afterwards, you and Jake got into a scuffle. What does this mean for you two?

Jordan's nortrils flare.

Jordan ~ What does this mean? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?! THIS MEANS I AM FINISHED WITH THAT IMBISILE. He's cost me too much stress and too much anger. I'm done with the idiot, we're over. Jordan Glass and Jake Xavier are no longer tag team partners, and if that little fuck comes within ten feet of me I'm going to bust his face in.

The Darkness is dead, never to be ressurected. I hope you're happy Jake, you're all alone now. I'm not there to help you anymore. You're all by yourself in the world, with no company. I hope you like lonliness.

Jordan storms away, leaving Steven there by himself.

David ~ Some strong words there by The Bullet Proof.

Ed ~ Well, I guess we won't see any more 'Darkness' in the XVI anymore.

Your screen fades to a commercial as Steven stands there, confused.

[Makaveli The Don]

Your screen is a scene of complete excitement. The crowd exploding with cheers and screams as the camera pans around the large arena. The camera settles on Ed Set and David Sierra.

David ~ Welcome back to XVI's Side Effect, here in the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. What a night we've had so far, isn't that right Ed?

Ed ~ Yeah, but it's nothing compared to what I'm expecting next. It's the Xtreme title match!

David ~ This is going to be one crazy match between Rachel and Calaz for the Xtreme Championship.

Ed ~ Not crazy Dave, XTREME!

Just then, the arena lights cut off. It is pitch black for a couple of seconds, strobe lighting starts to flicker on and off violently as Sorry, Your Not A Winner by Enter Shikari hits. The camera zooms in on the titontron watching the entrance video of David Calaz. When it cuts back to the crowd, showing a spotlight searching around, slowly skimming from one section to another, the spotlight makes its way to the top corner of the arena and stops, revealing the hooded figure known as Calaz, the spotlight follows him down the stairs of the arena while the strobe lighting gives an effect of slow motion almost, he reaches the bottom and hops the barricade, he scuttles up the stairs and quickly hops through the middle and top rope, as he raises up again he throws his arms up and over his head, his hood flies down and droops over the back of his jacket. he then spreads his arms out and walks over to the other side of the ring holding the pose. The strobe lighting dies down as Calaz walks over to the corner awaiting his opponent.

David ~ I always love that guys entrance.

Ed sighs.

Ed ~ We know Dave, we know.

The arena lights dim and a blast of gold pyros go off all along the edges of the ramp. "Smack That" by Akon hits and the crowd cheers. Rachel comes out from behind the curtain and stands atop the stage. She holds her head high, her nose in the air, as if to say, "The best has finally arrived." She stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, surveying the crowd, before heading down with an arrogant stride. Rachel slips in between the ropes and circles the ring, staring down Calaz.

David ~ Looks like there's some real heat between these two.

Ed ~ Yep.

Rachel charges at Calaz, but he rolls out of the way. Rachel rebounds off the ropes and runs back at him but he leaps over her head. She bounces off the ropes again, running back at David, but he hits a running side effect.

David ~ What a show of athletisism by Mr. XVI here tonight folks.

They both get back to their feet and begin to exchange blows. Rachel hits a hard left, Calaz hits a hard right. Then Rachel chops Calaz hard across his chest, hits a hard left, a hard right and then nails a quick clothesline.

She picks up Calaz and they lock up. Calaz spins out of the grapple and snags an armbar out of it, twisting Rachel's arm. Rachel reverses it, twisting Calaz' arm. She turns, putting Calaz' arm on her shoulder, then flips him up and over her.

Rachel pulls Calaz up, irish-whipping him into the turnbuckle. She runs at him, going for a clothesline but he raises up his foot, nailing her hard in the chin, sending her stumbling to the ropes. Calaz runs at her, clotheslining her over the ropes and onto the hard floor beneath.

Ed ~ We forgot to mention before, this is a Falls Count Anywhere match.

Green ~ That means anything can happen!

Ed ~ You don't say!

.. says Ed sarcastically.

Calaz drops down, sliding under the bottom rope, and pulls up Rachel and nails a quick snap suplex. He reaches underneath the ring, pulling out a steel chair. He turns around and, OOF. He gets a quick kick to the gut from Rach, making him drop the chair. She gives him a hard right to the temple, another kick to the gut and nails a DDT.

She gets to her feet and pulls Calaz up and sidewalk slams him. He lays on the mat, grimacing. Rachel runs into the ring and leaps up onto the turnbuckle and, in one fluid motion, hits a moonsault. She goes for the cover.

One ..
Tw - - Break!

Rachel slams her hands on the mat, gets to her feet and grabs the chair. Calaz stands up, turns around and SMACK, hard chair shot to the head. He stands there, his eyes slowly glazing over. Before he can fall, Rachel pulls back and delivers a second hard chair shot to his head.

He crumbles to the floor in a pile. Rachel smiles malficiously, dropping the chair and going for the cover.

One ..
Two ..
Th - - BREAK!

Ed ~ Calaz must be running on simply instinct now. His eyes are glassy, he could have had a concussion.

David ~ Wow! People are going to think we're copying WWE now.

Ed ~ THEY BETTER NOT!

Rachel gets up, eyes wide. She turns, screaming at the referee that it was a three count. She gives up after almost thirty seconds, getting up and pulling up Calaz with her.

She irish-whips him into the black barrier, then runs at him and spears him. Spit flies from Calaz' mouth as he coughs loudly. She backs up then begins to deliver a vicious array of punches to the sternum and abdomen. She finishes off with a hard left to his jaw.

Calaz drops to one knee, almost falling over, then sweeps his arm out, nailing Rach in the back of her left knee, sending her to the mat. Calaz gets up, but falls back onto the barrier. Rachel gets up quickly and Calaz rushes at her, leaping into the air and crossbodying her into the apron of the ring.

Calaz falls down, laying unresponsive on the floor and Rachel lays not far from him, arching her back in pain. The referee begins to count.

One ..
Two ..
Three ..
Rachel is to her knees, as is Calaz.
Four ..
Five ..
Six ..
Seven ..
Both competetors are to their feet. Calaz dives at Rachel, nailing a hard clothesline, sending her hard onto her back.

Calaz gets up, stumbling this way and that. He picks up the bent steel chair and smiles blankly. He leans up against the ring post as Rachel stands up slowly. She turns around, Calaz runs and ..

SMASH! He hits her hard in the head with the chair. As she hits the floor he smiles blankly again. He drops the chair, dropping down for the cover.

One ..
Two ..
BREAK!

He sits up, eyes wide. He gets to her feet and grabs the steel chair. He lifts up Rachel's head and places the chair under it.

David ~ Oh no ..

He reaches underneath the ring, pulling out another chair.

Ed ~ Calaz is looking for revenge, and it looks like he might just get it.

He lifts the chair high above his head and ..

SMASH!

Rachel's forehead is broken open, blood running down the side of her head. But Calaz isn't done yet ..

SMASH!

SMASH!

SMASH!

SMASH!

SMASH!

SMASH!

Six more hard shots to her head. Her face is now painted red. He laughs, dropping the bloody chair. He plops down for the cover.

One ..
Two ..
THREE!!

Ed ~ He did it, she won .. but at what price?

David ~ Possibly Rachel Martin's life.

RA ~ You're winner, and NEW Xtreme Champion, The New Era Icon, Mister XVI, David Calaz!

Your screen fades to commercial as the referee calls down EMT's to check on Rachel.

[Makaveli The Don]

Ultimate Assault Match:

A briefcase hangs high above the ring, higher than the highest vertical leap can muster. No man may grasp this prize, until time has decided their fates. Two men will enter into this contest of blood, and every two minutes, another gladiator faces total annihilation. 16 men will enter, 16 is the number, 16 is when the briefcase will be lowered, and if they are not careful, 16 will become crippled. The man who is able to claim this prize, will gain yet another. Even greater than all prizes, a chance to compete for The XVI World Championship, at XVI’s Supercard event, The American Dream!

David Sierra:
Ladies and gentlemen I must say, this has been the most brutal, the most intense-

Ed Set:
The Most Xtreme!!!!!!

David Sierra:
Yes, the most Xtreme Pay Per View to date. And what do you know? We still have a lot more action for you tonight, as we are heading for…The Ultimate Assault!

Ed Set:
Awwwww Yeaaaaah! Let me tell you Dave, I already have the adrenaline pumping through my veins. And if I’m doing this just sitting on my dead ass, imagine the energy coursing through our superstars blood!

David Sierra:
Its going to be one helluva fight night tonight! Now lets not detain you any longer, on to Ultimate Assault!

Eric Cabrera:
Just for a quick overview, the rules of the match are simple. The briefcase will be hung above the ring, beyond reach. Every two minutes, a new superstar will enter the ring, and when all 16 competitors have entered, whoever is left will be able to grab the briefcase from the top of a ladder. Introducing first, our first two competitors!



The music hits the PA system and the arena lights dim. When the songs says "Let the bodies hit the floor" Xander starts flashing on the tron. The song repeats the line and a purple X start pulsing in the middle of the ring. The song repeats the line, I repel down to the ring from the rafters.

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing the number one drawing, he is Xander Lawson!


as the sirens starts to go off,once the beat drops and huge explosion of pyrotechnics go off and Justin makes his way down to the ring.lights flashing,he slides into the ring and climbs each turnbuckle,playing off the fans energy.

Eric Cabrera:
And number two, he is “The Answer” Justin Evans!

Ding Ding Ding!

Both men start out looking each other over, neither seems all too worn out from their previous matches, when they lock up. Xander Lawson gets pushed back by Justin Evans, who just shrugs his shoulders, brushing his opponent off. Xander Lawson gets back into the lock up, except this time kneeing Justin in the gut and hits a Blast Off European Uppercut, sending Evans into the ropes, and catching him with a Russian Leg Sweep, but The Answer rolls up after it and applies a masteful STF! Xander Lawson rolls out of that one, and they both get up, Manhatten Drop by Justin to Xander, and he rallies from the ropes with a devastating dropkick to the chin! Justin taunts once again, and does a cut throat taunt signaling the end. He turns around and gets tackled by Mr. Lawson, as they both stop pulling punches and begin pummeling each other.

Ding Ding Ding!


Rachel comes running down the ring, still battered from her last match, she just looks straight up pissed going into this one, wanting to inflict even more pain upon whoever is in her way.

David Sierra:
She looks like she’s going to murder someone!

Ed Set:
She had a hellacious match with David Calaz, but damn, no one is going to stop her from ripping these two guys apart!

Rachel slides into the ring as Xander receives the first of her wrath, and gets a leaping lariat to the throat! Justin Evans turns around and gets a kneelift to the face as well. Justin Evans staggers, and Rachel hits a tornado DDT on him for good measure! Rachel screams in adrenaline and gives Xander a big splash in the corner, but turns around and gets flattened with a power bomb by The Answer. Rachel holds her back in pain, but her pure hatred gets her fist to pound the mat, and she gets back up! Justin Evans seems freaked, when Xander Lawson comes from behind with a reverse DDT attempt, which becomes reversed into a dragon DDT by Rachel! Justin Evans slides to the outside of the ring, next to the ramp, and tells Rachel she can have at him, as she looks to Xander, and takes one half of the UnNaturals and gives him 727!

Ding Ding Ding!


Ticker himself comes out from the back, right behind his rival, Justin Evans, and wallops him in the back of the head with a brick he brought to the ring! Justin Evans lumbers forward, as Ticker begins to savagely beat his opponent to the bloody pulp. Rachel goes to the other outside area, and sets up a table on the outside. She goes to grab Xander Lawson, and sets him up on that table. Ticker sets up a table of his own, but Justin Evans hits him straight between the eyes with the same brick he used earlier! Ticker falls backward, as Justin Evans goes back into the ring, running at Rachel, as she gives him a back body drop, but he balances himself on the ropes, and launches himself into a 450 splash onto Xander Lawson through the table, onto the concrete floor! Both men are out cold from that bump!

Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

David Sierra:
One of many fecal chants to come I am sure!

EMTS are rushing to the scene, and begin to cart off The Answer, and Xander Lawson, as we are met with a new entry!

Ding Ding Ding!


Its Prozac! And he has brought a whole trash can of weapons with him! Prozac has a devilish smile on his face, and as Xander is being carted out, he wacks him over the head with a garbage can lid for good measure! Prozac walks down to the ring as Ticker is trading chops with Rachel, until Rachel hits Ticker with a hard forearm to the face. Prozac throws the garbage can into the ring before trying to enter, and Rachel empties the contents and thwacks Ticker again, this time with the trash can! Prozac hits a shoulder block on Rachel before she can wack him on the apron, and he springboards off the top and spears Rachel! Prozac grabs himself two cookie sheets, and places one under her head, and smacks the other side!

Ed Set:
That’s a Cookie Con-Chair-To!

Ticker gets back up to his feet, dodges a cookie shot by Prozac, sending him into the corner, and Ticker musters up the strength for a Whisper in the Wind!

Ding Ding Ding!



Damien Necro Dream comes out to the ring with a good ovation from the crowd chanting their signature chant for him “D&D! D&D! D&D!”

Damien climbs into the ring and hits a big belly to belly suplex onto Ticker. He picks up Prozac and lands him down with a thunderous head and arms tazzplex! Damien taunts a cut throat symbol, and gets ready for a rear naked choke onto Prozac, when Rachel sneaks around and hits a low blow onto The Renegade! Damien goes down, as Rachel slams a steel chair to his back, and goes up top, and hits a moonsault onto the back of Dream! Rachel gets back up, only to be met with a P-Bomb by Prozac!

Ed Set:
Talk about gratitude!

David Sierra:
Its every fighter for themselves Ed. And Prozac may still be feeling the sting of losing to a girl a month ago.

Prozac picks up Rachel, and wants to finish her off with a PDDT, but Rachel reverses into a northern lights suplex! Rachel tries to get up, but ends up holding her mid section, she has taken a lot of punishment, and simply cant get up. While Ticker goes for a Swanton Bomb onto Necro, who puts his knees up, and everybodies down!

Ding Ding Ding!



Ritalin’s music hits the PA system, but he does not enter from the ramp way. The camera panes all over to try to see the little guy, but until someone screams in horror, they see Ritalin sliding down from the rafters, much like Shawn Michaels, as he tries to grab onto the Breifcase from above before descending to the ring!!!

David Sierra:
The mans insane! The man is totally freakin insane!!!

Ed Set:
Someone forgot to take their Meds today…

But unfortunately for Ritalin, it is a failed attempt, as he becomes released 15 feet from the ring, and ends up crashing to the mat. Rachel, Damien, and Ticker don’t take kindly to the noble attempt however, as they all begin to put the boots to his unconscious body. Prozac grabs a fire extinguisher and blows off all of the other competitors, making room for more EMT’s to make it to the ring. And they begin to carry Ritalin out of the ring, although it does not look like any major injuries have occurred, he still is out cold and being accompanied by Prozac.

Ding Ding Ding!

Drew Steel’s music plays over the PA system, but once again we are left without an entrance man. Until this time, we see a camera backstage with Drew Steel knocked out, and the music reverts to Deviled Hands by James A. Johnson, as The Kobra makes his way to the stage!



The Kobra immediately makes his mark by making Ticker taste a big boot. And takes Damien down with a powerful STO. He turns to Rachel and gets slapped in the face, only to get a monstrous Chokeslam! Kobra picks Damien back up, and attempts a powerbomb, but it is blocked. And Damien begins to battle back against this new foe, as Ticker joins his former rival, they both lift Kobra, and hit him to the mat with a double suplex to the outside onto the table that Ticker set up earlier! Damien and Ticker both get back up, and decide that isn’t a bad idea to do to Rachel as well, and hit a double suplex on the prone Diva onto a garbage can!

David Sierra:
We have a freakin run in entry, and now a temporary alliance of Ticker and Damien? What’s going on?!

Ed Set:
The Ultimate Assault, that’s what!

Ding Ding Ding!



Jake Xavier is nearly forcing himself to be dragged into this match, after being through two matches, it is borderline suicidal for him to be drawn into this match. But he goes under the ropes, and inserts himself in this match, only to be quickly verged upon by Damien and Ticker, who both pound away at the XVI original, and hit a tiger suplex super kick combo. Jake Xavier shows true grit however, and continues to fight his way up, only to get knocked down again with a 720 DDT by The Renegade! Jake is out once more, as Ticker and Damien both revel in their conquest. They are daring for anyone to challenge them, as Kobra is beginning to get back up again, while Rachel and Jake are suffering from earlier injuries.

Ding Ding Ding!





The audience is completely confused, as Prozac and Ritalin are already out of this contest, when the camera looks up and there again is Ritalin on a rafter! Except this time, Prozac is with him! They are bound and determined to cheat their way to victory, even if it means certain death! But instead of grabbing for the prize, they double drop kick Damien and Ticker with incredible force! All four men are writhing in pain now, but the fans are completely ecstatic!

Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Kobra gets back into the ring and hits a neckbreaker on an already prone Rachel. And then takes advantage of the four men being down by delivering a leg drop to each of their throats. Kobra wipes sweat from his brow, and is met with a vicious Pipeline from a desperate Jake Xavier!

Ding Ding Ding!



Nero Phoenix comes from the back, and is carrying his own ladder with him, even though we aren’t even close, and sets it up onto the outside. Nero seems to be having trouble setting it up, but gets it none the less. He climbs to the very top, and taunts to the crowd, getting ready for a sick bump of his own, and he goes flying towards the ring, when Jake once again comes out of nowhere and snaps Neros head with a Singapore cane! Nero falls back from the momentum, toppling over the top rope, and dropping to the floor, completely out. EMTs are now making their way back to the ring, thoroughly pissed at Prozac and Ritalin, but drag off the bodies of Nero Phoenix and Rachel. Obviously incapable of competing even further. They contemplate taking Jake Xavier too, but he refuses service. So they leave him to his own devices.

David Sierra:
I don’t know how wise this is for him to refuse to be tended to, but Jake Xavier has always been a few fries short of a happy meal anyway.

Ding Ding Ding!



Sah’ta Thor comes from behind the curtain, and looks like he’s had a special dosage of roids himself, not because he looks buffer, but because he looks like a complete psycho. He runs down towards the ring, and proceeds to take out the garbage of bodies so to speak. Picking up Ticker and giving him a Spinning Tombstone on a Steel Chair! He then takes a motionless Ritalin, and gives him a front flip piledriver! Sah’ta Thor now removes a turnbuckle padding, and picks up Damien Necro and gives him a running shoulder block into the exposed turnbuckle! EMTs, possibly the most used word in this match, rush to the ring, and take out Damien, Ritalin, and Ticker. Leaving now only Thor, Jake, Prozac and Kobra. Speaking of which, when Thor was finally done destroying bodies, Jake Xavier gave him an Ace Crusher just to stop his momentum.

Ding Ding Ding!



“Mr. XVI” David Calaz finally makes his way down to the ring. Not in any better shape than Rachel, but still bound and determined to win a presence in this match. He joins the fray, and proceeds to hit a roaring elbow at The Kobra, and meets face to face with Jake Xavier. Calaz removes his hoodie, and the proceed to stare off. Chops are met left and right, reddening their chests to crimson, until Calaz hits a field goal kick to Jake Xavier! Mr. XVI tries to pick up Thor, and is met with a chin breaker. Thor bounces off the ropes, and gets back body dropped by the New Era Icon to the outside! Kobra takes advantage of Calaz taking the cobwebs out, and hits him with the Snake Bite! He has that submission finally locked in tight, choking out Calaz, when Jake Xavier takes a steel chair and lays out The Kobra flat, releasing the hold.

Ding Ding Ding!



“The King of Darkness” Shadow, finally makes his way down the stage. Lighting strikes the ramp as he crosses it, and he is right in front of the ring, as Thor tries to pull himself up with his tag team partner, but Shadow brushes him aside and throws his tag partner into the barricade! Thor has a temporary look of pain on his face, but then a smile, as they both realize it is every man for himself. Shadow goes into the ring and grabs the steel chair from Jake, and levels the contender with the same weapon! Jake wobbly is still standing, as Shadow drops the weapon and performs the Chokeslam From Darkness onto his foe, through the chair! Shadow rolls his eyes into the back of his head, and hits an elbow drop to the sternum of Calaz. Shadow then gets back up, and receives a running spear by Prozac! Prozac is back into this thing as he begins to lay vicious punches into the temple of Shadow.

Ding Ding Ding!



Xavier Barnes makes his way to the ring, and immediately receives a running shoulder tackle by Thor into the other side of the barricade! Thor grabs steel pipe from under the ring, and smacks Xavier right across the face! Mr. Barnes ends up being completely out, as Thor takes the edge of the pipe, and drills it into the back of Xaviers head. And that is it for the UnNaturals. Thor goes into the ring, hits a steel pipe lariat onto the throat of Kobra! There goes Kobra too. From behind Thor receives a german suplex by Prozac, who follows up with a PDDT! Shadow now gets back up, and Calaz teams up with Jake Xavier, and hits a german suplex of their own, with Shadow rolling out of it, and getting speared by Calaz through the ropes!

Ding Ding Ding!



Corporal Punishment comes from the backstage area with a large American Flag over his shoulder. He salutes the crowd and makes his way to the ring as EMTs are now carrying out Xavier Barnes and Kobra. The superstar star count now is Corporal Punishment, Jake Xavier, David Calaz, Shadow, Thor, and Prozac.

Corporal comes up to the apron and gets knocked off the apron by Prozac. Corporal looks murderously at his foe, and sees Calaz coming for him and breaks the wodden flag pole over Davids skull! Corporal then slides under the ropes and meets Prozac face to face and they pull no punches in slamming fists into each others flanks and noses. Corporal has the power advantage and ends up clotheslining Prozac over the top ropes. Corporal turns around and gets a big head butt by Jake Xavier. Corporal reels back and Jake climbs the turnbuckle and rains down punches onto Punishment. Jake turns around and gets a running boot by Shadow, who now finds it his time to stare down Corporal Punishment. They both trade huge blows, with Corporal trying for a sloppy clothesline on him too, but Shadow dodges with Thor coming from behind, they both perform a La Bonsoir onto Corporal Punishment!

Ding Ding Ding! The Final Entrant!



David Sierra:
Its Jordan Glass! Bullet Proof was randomly selected as the final entrant! *True Statement*

Jordan Glass comes rushing down to the ring, as the briefcase has now been lowered within reaching distance. And Jordan takes Jake Xavier, and finally decides to unleash some frustration and hits a devastating half nelson backbreaker onto Jake Xavier, folding him backwards like an accordion. Jordan then turns towards both Thor and Shadow, and gives them the Shards of Glass at the same time! Jordan now lifts up Shadow, and with a tremendous show of strength, powerbombs him to the outside! Shadow and Jake are now forcibly carted off. The count now is left to Jordan, Corporal, Thor, Prozac, and Calaz.

Prozac gets back into the ring with a ladder and slams the steel structure to the back of Bullet Proof. Prozac now sets up the ladder, with most men down, and begins to make a climb. Corporal Punishment comes from the side and shoves the ladder down, knocking Prozac into the ropes, which luckily breaks his fall. Prozac then runs right up to Corporal and hits a running enziguri! Corporal lands a huge forearm to his back, and hits the All American Slam! Corporal now is up to the climb, and is joined by Thor, they begin trading blows near the top, teetering on the edge of bump city, when Thor spits a green mist into Corporals eyes! Jordan grabs the Corp from behind, and hits a last ride powerbomb to the outside! Corporal looks like he is broken in half, and becomes carted out of the building as well. Jordan then goes for sick bump number two, as Thor has his hands on the briefcase, Jordan grabs him and hits the Final Descent, off the top of the ladder! Jordan took out Thor!

Holy Shit! XVI! Holy Shit! XVI!

David Calaz is now desperately climbing the ladder. Rung by painful rung, it seems as if Calaz is going to make destiny happen tonight with a win in the Ultimate Assault, when we now see Prozac springboard off the ropes with a drop kick knocking the ladder down, but Calaz is still holding onto the briefcase! Calaz is just moments away from winning this match, when Prozac takes a steel chair, and delivers a vicious crack heard throughout the arena into Davids legs, forcing him to concede and drop to the mat below. Prozac drops the chair, and now resets up the ladder. Thor goes for a running knee on Prozac. And goes for the ladder on his own, but Prozac grabs Thors leg, and they both exchange blows into an all out slugfest on the mat, trying to take the other one out of the equation. Thor tosses Prozac out of the ring, and is met with a second Shards of Glass by Jordan Glass! Jordan now takes this opportunity and climbs to the top of the ladder, but he seems to have another object in his back pocket. Prozac performs his last springboard, and perfectly balances onto the ladder, when the nature of the item is revealed to be an ice pick, as Jordan jabs Prozac in the side of the neck causing him to fall to the side! Jordan now unhooks the briefcase, and falls to the ground, victorious at last!

Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match, Jordan “Bullet Proof” Glass!!!

David Sierra:
Bah Gawd, what a contest! Sick Bump after bump after bump, their was no end to it even nearing the end!

Ed Set:
And now, Jordan Glass will be facing either World Champion Szaban for real this time, or the challenger and leader of the VNB, Jihad Sullivan, at the American Dream! That match was totally, Xtremeeeee!

David Sierra:
You can say that again.

Ed Set:
This match, was totally, Xtremeeee!

David Sierra:
Don’t leave us yet folks, we still got the Main Event World Title match, to see who Jordan is going to face one on one!

[Makaveli The Don]

Main Event: No DQ for the XVI World Championship

Szaban Vs. Jihad!

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for One Fall, and is a No Disqualification match! This bout is for the Xtreme Vicious Intent Championship of the World!


One single burst of white pyrotechnics rocks the arena to its very core...
The arena then explodes as the sounds of Shotgun Messiah's “Jihad” begins to blare over the PA. The arena dims and then lights to a unmistakable dark shade of red. Camera flashes overtake the arena as a wall of flames immediately flares up near The XVI Jumbo-Tron for several seconds. As the flames begin to die down, You see the silhouette of a man standing behind the flames...
Finally, As the smoke, And the lights begin to clear. The man himself, Jihad "The Devil" Sullivan steps to center stage. As the fans in attendance rain down a thunderous amount of "boos" at Jihad, Jihad simply smirks and forgoes his usual entrance, And begins to quickly make his way to the ring...

Eric Cabrera:
And introducing the challenger, weighing in at 235lbs, standing 6’4”, he hails from West Virginia, he is the Leader of the Violent New Breed, Jihaaaad Sullivaaaaan!

David Sierra:
This man is a true master of the mind games, he has been every where and ever place taunting Szaban, luring in the champ, making him sweat, no man is capable of resisting his fire.

Ed Set:
Szaban has been a true champion however, never backing down, never resisting this match. He knows that in order to truly solidify his reign, he must take down the VNB.

David Sierra:
What’s this, objective commentary from Ed?

Ed Set:
Fine, Szaban is gonna lose. You happy?

David Sierra:
I was…



The crowd grows and grows in volume as it is all broken and silented momentarily by the sound and the words of

T.
R.
U.
E.
C.
H.
A.
M.
P.

that appears across the XVItron, The crowd explodes into '"Szaban" chants as they are awaiting the entrance of the Champion of Champions Szaban


.S..Z..A..B..A..N.


appears across the screen The crowd screams and cheers as the name apears on the XVItron, The arena is entire blacked out but then a lighter is lit then another one, and at first it seems one by one, but suddenly the entire arena is lit up by thousands of individual lighters. The beginning part of Eminem's "Till I Collapse"; blares throughout the PA system and the blue neon lights slowly illuminate the arena

'Cause sometimes you feel tired,
feel weak, and when you feel weak,
you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you,
you gotta find that inner strength
and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter,
no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.


David Sierra:
Here we go it is time for all the talking to end

Ed Set:
The Champion of Champions is definitely going to put on a clinic tonight.

The blue lights flicker as the crowd is growing more and more pro-Szaban.

Ed Set:
I am always amazed at how one person can have the whole world bow at his feet

"Till I Collapse" Explodes out of the speakers and the crowd manages to be heard roaring with cheers over the music. The crowd explodes into 'Szaban' Chants as he makes his way down the ring.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, weighing in at 221lbs, standing 6’2”, he hails from Worcester, Massachusetts, he is your Xtreme Vicious Intent Champion of the Wooooooorrrld, Szaaaaabaaannnn!

Ding Ding Ding!

Both men stare each other down, slowly circling around the ring, as if preparing for a swordsmen’s dual. The referee lifts the title high above his head, showing it to all sides of the audience. But even the title isn’t of the fans concern now, as they are all stomping they’re feet, chanting “Szaban! Szaban! Szaban!” Both men nod at each other, and prepare to begin.

David Sierra:
These fans are electric! They are solidly behind the champ, and are desperately looking for a show down, and for Szaban to kick the shit out of the VNB!

Ed Set:
You what they say Dave, if Szaban can’t do this, no one can. Szaban is XVI’s, and possibly the Worlds last hope of preventing a dark resurrection. But can he pull out the stops? Lets cut the crap and get it on!

They lock up, a powerful jockeying for position, when Jihad throws Szaban towards the turnbuckle. The champ crashes into the padding, and looks towards Jihad as if he is unreal. Jihad simply beckons for Szaban once more, and he obliges with fury. They lock up again, and switch positions in a circle, until Jihad tosses the champion again this time hard to the mat. Szaban looks up at his so far dominant foe, and shakes off the cobwebs, this time charging at Jihad, pushing his opponent into the corner, as they continually reverse leverage, until Szaban finally tosses Jihad to the side skidding across the canvas! And the fans are going wild once again!

Szaban! Szaban! Szaban!

Szaban wipes sweat from his brow, as Jihad certainly does not like this show of disrespect, and now is raising his hand for a test of strength. Szaban begins to oblige, when Jihad kicks him in the sternum! The fans boos resonate within the arena, as Jihad wraps up Szaban in an arm wrench, and delivers a powerful elbow across the shoulder, sending Szaban once again down to his knees! Jihad adds insult to injury with a stiff kick straight to the face of the champion!

David Sierra:
Jihad with an early advantage here, catching Szaban off guard.

Ed Set:
Good, slow pace to start off the match, but you have to wonder if Jihad really has Szabans number here!

Jihad lifts Szaban by the hair, and proceeds with a vicous head butt, knocking Z against the ropes. Jihad attempts a running clothesline, but Szaban is able to launch the challenger over his head and onto the arena floor! Szaban looks to both sides of the arena as Jihad is getting up, and launches himself with a vertical body press onto Sullivan! Szaban wastes no time after the impact, and rolls his opponent back into the ring.

David Sierra:
Notice how the champion did not abuse the No DQ stipulation and just simply rolled Jihad back into the match.

Ed Set:
That may be a mistake on Szabans part, but both of these men have put forth that they will not be abusing the rules in this match, they want to prove who the better man is without any outside factors!

Szaban now delivering some stiff elbows to Jihad on his way up, but Jihad delivers a powerful European uppercut on his way to his feet. Szaban reels backward, and when he comes back gets a short arm backbreaker by Jihad! The VNB leader now lifts up Szaban, and drops him down with an elevated Vertical Suplex. Jihad has firm control, as Szaban is having a hard time trying to predict what Jihads next move is going to be. Jihad takes Szaban and attempts an Implant DDT, but Szaban pulls himself down from the lift up, grabbing Jihads arm and delivers a great technical arm drag to his opponent! Jihad comes back up but gets a judo takedown rolled into a P.O.D. with scissors! Jihad rolls out of the deadly hold and out of frustration chokeslams Szaban to the mat on his way up!

David Sierra:
Szaban had a moment of control there, but Jihad got right back into the thick of things!

Jihad flips his head back in anger, looking down upon his fallen adversary, and instead of lifting him up decides to deliver a stiff leg drop to his foe! Szaban flips back up after the painful drop, and delivers a knife edge chop to Jihad! Jihad goes for one of his own and gets yet another one, reeling the challenger! Jihad tries once more only to get another one, and this time, they are in rapid succession, here we go as the fans mark out for a series of Kobashi Chops! Szaban runs to the ropes hoping to capture some more momentum, when he gets planted by Jihad with a spinebuster!

Ed Set:
I think he may have just busted his spine!

David Sierra:
No shit.

Jihad now grabs one of Szabans legs and inserts a crude yet effective leaning half crab! Jihad has the hold tightly locked, until Szaban spins around with a double leg scissors to the body, rolling up Jihad with a pin!


One…
Two…
Kickout!

Szaban and Jihad both get back to their feet, Jihad with a spinning lariat becomes ducked by Szaban, who stops in mid run as Jihad turns around he meets boot with a super kick! Szaban flips over Jihad with a legged bridge!

One…
Kickout!

Szaban now going for a scissors kick, which Jihad dodges behind and kicks Szabans leg out from under him! As Szaban attempts to get up, Jihad shows him how its done with a running boot to the face! Jihad drops down for a pin.

One…
Two…Kickout!

Jihad now begins really pounding into Szabans face with hard lefts, and gets back up only to kick the champion in the face and walk it dry. Jihad then waits for Szaban, who woozily gets up from that barrage, and receives a polish hammer from the challenger! Jihad picks up Szaban again, and connects with a running powerbomb! Jihad now going for a second pin.

One…
Two…
Thr-Kickout!

David Sierra:
Szaban is not going to give up!

Ed Set:
And the more he resists, the angrier Jihad gets!

Jihad now lands another thunderous body slam, and just as the situation seems hopeless, and the beatdown seems endless, Szaban is shown standing upright! He has a look of utter vengeance on his face, as he delivers a body slam of his own onto Jihad! Jihad gets back up, not done yet, but might as well be after a hard spike DDT by Szaban, in which the champ kip ups and roars towards the fans!

XVI! Szaban! Szaban! XVI!

Jihad now is having a hard time getting up with which Szaban tries going for the Bostard Drop, until Jihad reverses into a deadly looking back cracker, but Szaban now rolls over and locks in Jihads head and delivers Full Moon! Jihad looks laid out flat while Szaban goes for a cover!

One…
Two…
Thre-The referee sees his foot on the ropes!

The crowd now begins crying bloody murder with chants such as

Kill The Ref! That was 3! Kill The Ref! That Was 3!

Szaban takes in a deep breath, and picks Jihad up with him. Szaban irish whips him into the ropes, misses with a boot of his own, which Jihad uses to deliver a big knee lift to the champ. Jihad knees Szaban in the gut, and now goes for the Holy War, but Szaban counters, spinning Jihad around and hits him with a coconut crusher! He runs towards the ropes and this time finally connects with a front dropkick! Jihad is in trouble, stumbling off the ropes, and Szaban finally lifts him onto his shoulders, and hits the Bostard Drop! Szaban now covers Jihad as the referee goes for the cover!

One…
Two…
Thre-No! Jihad kicked out!

The fans are borderline rioting now, throwing trash into the ring due to what they see as questionable officiating, as Szaban rolls off his opponent, and goes for the top rope, hoping to finish his foe once and for all, he leaps off the top rope, and Jihad counters with a flyswatter! Szaban looks like his head hit the mat pretty hard on that one.

David Sierra:
So close! So freaking close!

Ed Set:
I think we have a new champion here Dave!

Jihad now lifts up a prone Szaban, and delivers an easy Holy War! Jihad now goes for the cover, with his elbow over the throat of the dazed champion.

One…
Two…
Thre-Kickout!

David Sierra:
Bah Gawd! Szaban just kicked out of the Holy War!

Ed Set:
He cant do that, that’s not legal!

Jihad is now throwing an absolute hissy fit now, screaming at the referee with all of his phlegm. Szaban is shown getting up, and when Jihad turns around Szaban strikes a roaring elbow! Jihad comes back, and Szaban hits him with another super kick, and now, looks to deliver his last Bostard Drop, but Jihad wiggles behind him, and lifts Szaban into an Osaka Street Cutter, but Szaban still gets on his feet, but seems dead on them anyway, as Jihad delivers a Holy War with authority!

One…
Two…
Three!!!

Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest, and The New XVI World Champion, Jihaaaad Suuuullivaaaan!

David Sierra:
This isn’t right, this is a travesty of justice!

Ed Set:
They fought with everything they had, and in the end, I suppose the mind games of Jihad leading up to this match were just too much for the champ. Makaveli has finally dethroned Szaban!

David Sierra:
The only question is, if Szaban lost to Jihad, who in the world is going to be able to defeat The VNB? We are royally screwed!

Just then, Against All Odds plays over the PA system, as the XVI owner Makaveli comes out carrying some sort of Duffel Bag. He climbs into the ring, and looks approvingly at Jihad, who now has the title belt over his shoulder.

David Sierra:
What’s in that duffel bag?

Ed Set:
Its money Dave, how else could he of paid off the VNB?

But then, as Makaveli hands the bag to the new champion, Jihad removes the title, and hands it to Makaveli.

David Sierra:
What the hell? This is like some sort of power exchange? Jihad never wanted the title, he wanted whatever was in that bag!

Ed Set:
Does this mean Makaveli is the new champion? Either way, I think Jihad may just have become a very richer man.

David Sierra:
I don’t know if that’s money Ed, but this dark alliance makes me sick. Szaban didn’t deserve this, and for all of our sakes, I hope he has a rematch clause, until next time, tune in to Side Effect everybody, its sure to be an unforgettable night!