June 2007: King of the Ring

[Makaveli The Don]

The scene opens to a glorious display of pyro techniques. They go off above the ring before making their way above the ramp and onto the stage where their is a huge Throne in the centre, Pyro’s explode around it as the fans go wild. The camera switches to Ed Set and David Sierra who have taken their positions at the announce table and look extremely excited.

Ed Set:
Here we go Dave, tonight is the night we have all been waiting for...

David Sierra:
Damn right Ed, tonight we will crown the FIRST EVER, XVI King Of The Ring...

Ed Set:
And that’s not all, we have the NextGen title on the line as the new champion Ticker defends against Rachel

David Sierra:
And let’s not forget we have the much anticipated Jordan Glass vs. Makaveli

Ed Set:
And let’s not forget we have a HUGE main event, its Matthew Szaban vs. Jihad Sullivan II... But first we’re kicking things off with a debut match for a man named Myst we saw a little of this guy last week on Side Effect but now he has to take on not one but two opponents, and not just any opponents, he’s taking on The Meds, lets cross over to Eric and get this one underway.

The camera cuts to Eric Cabrera who stands in the centre of the ring with a microphone held to his mouth. Gently begins to play as the stage area begins to fill up with smoke as the beat begins to kick in and the feing sounds of screams can be heard. Myst crawls in on all fours to the top of the ramping only his shadow to be seen through the fog. The crowd do not know how to react as he pauses at the top and the fog fades around his feet, Myst looks around the crowd when just before the vocals of Corey Taylor kick in he raises his arms as pyros go off behind him as he runs towards the ring, in timing with the tempo of the song. Myst climbs into the ring and looks at the crowd as he begins to take his coat off preparing for the match.

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen, our opening contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a 2 on 1 handicap match. Introducing first from Parts Unknown... Myst!

Hollywood Undead plays and 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:
And introducing his opponents, The Meds...

Myst takes advantage of The Meds entrance by charging into the corner and throwing Ritalin over the top rope and sending him crashing into the barricade. Prozac sees this and jumps down but runs into a clothesline by Myst. He begins to stomp away on Prozac when Ritalin jumps in and clubs Myst on the back, Myst shrugs it off and turns around and grabs Myst by the throat lifting him high into the air and slamming him down onto his knee with a Chokeslam Backbreaker, Ritalin writhes in pain on the floor and rolls out of the ring in pain.

Ed Set:
Devastating move by Myst he is dominating The Meds here...

Prozac gets to his feet but Myst grabs hold of him and slams him down with a Mystifier, Prozac lays flat out on the floor Myst then gets Prozac into a crossface chicken wing and Prozac battles to get out before going limp, the referee checks his hand once, then again, then for a third time before calling for the bell.

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen your winner by Knock Out, Myst!

Myst stands above the KO’d Prozac with his arms raised the camera cuts to Ritalin who is still outside holding his back looking in some serious Pain. Myst leaves the ring and makes his way up the ramp to the back.

Ed Set:
Wow... I’ve never seen The Meds manhandles like that before Dave

David Sierra:
You and me both Ed and it looks like their both in serious trouble as well...

The scene fades to commercials as Medical assistance runs down to the ring attending to The Meds.

[Makaveli The Don]

The scene re-opens on a clip show of before the break, it shows Myst dominating The Meds, then it cuts to a “During the break” segment and it shows paramedics taking away Prozac on a stretcher and helping Ritalin to the back.

Ed Set:
Disturbing images there folks of the destruction left behind by one man. But we must continue, and next up is the NextGen title match between the champion Ticker and Rachel

David Sierra:
I tell you the truth now, she has started to scare the living day lights outta me lately

Ed Set:
Well I don’t think you will have to worry about her antics this week because you’re not in the ring with her, lets go over to Eric and get this underway...

Eric Cabrera stands in the ring ready to call the next match. 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 boos. 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, awaiting her opponent.

EricCabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the XVI NextGen Championship, introducing first from Orlando Florida... “The Queen Of Confrontation” Rachel
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 staring Rachel down.

Eric Cabrera:
And her opponent, from Stoke-on-Trent England, he is the NextGen Champion...Ticker

They circle each other both looking for an opening Rachel goes to tie up but Ticker takes her arm and spins her into a wrist lock, Ticker takes her arm round and locks in a hammerlock, drops her shoulder and gets her into a headlock. Ticker then throws her over with a headlock takedown, they both spring to their feet and stare each other down, Rachel looks quite angry and dives straight back in but Ticker trips her with a drop toe hold. Rachel slams the mat in anger and springs to her feet with an angry look on her face.

David Sierra:
Look here she goes, she’s snapped

Ed Set:
Well know this is either going to go really right or really wrong for her

Rachel tries to tie up again but Ticker kicks her in the stomach and lifts her up dropping her back down with a Styles Clash, he then climbs the top rope and hits a Ticking Bomb on her lifeless body, Ticker rolls up for the pin...
1...
2...
3!

Eric Cabrera:
Here is your winner and STILL, XVI NextGen Champion... Ticker

Ed Set:
Well that just shows that losing your head can be a bad thing aswell, because it makes you lose concentration and in the end the match

David Sierra:
Yep and Rachel doesn’t look so scary flat on her back

Ticker celebrates with his title as he climbs the turnbuckle parading to the fans, the camera focuses on Rachel moving and then back to Ticker as the scene fades to commercials.

[Makaveli The Don]

XVI returns from the commercial break with Eric Cabrera standing in the centre of the ring. Just then, footsteps can be heard over the PA system.

David ~ We know what this means.

Ed ~ Yes we do! Here he comes!

Suddenly, a deep voice that would strike fear into the hearts of the bravest of men rings over the PA's and out over the ocean of people ..

Voice ~ Are you ready?

The crowd recognizes the voice and an explosion of jubilation resounds across the complete building. It reaches the outmost part of the parking lot, and continues out into the busy night.

Once again, the voice rings in their ears.

Voice ~ It has begun.

The footsteps cease. Suddenly, the lights dim, as a pane of glass shatters, sounding throughout the arena. The drum solo from "Metalingus" rocks the arena, then stops .. and an explosion goes off. White pyro's shoot into the air as the crowd jump to their feet, screaming salutations to their icon. A single white spotlight shines down on the man standing there, who is covered in mist and fog, with his beautiful girl at his side. Jordan Glass takes two steps forward, stepping out of the mist, bringing Alyssa Andrews along with him. He is fully decked out in black. His black leather trench coat hangs down around his leather boots. His black jeans have a chain hanging from one of the belt loops and he is wearing a black muscle shirt. His new blonde, wavy locks draped down around his shoulders and face, accentuating his grey-black eyes. He slowly begins to make his way to the ring, looking around at the crowd, walking hand in hand with Alyssa, smiling at her every chance he gets. He slides under the bottom rope, Alyssa walking around the ring and to his corner as he jumps up onto his feet. He walks to the back corner of the ring and removes his trench coat, passes it to Alyssa and fixes his gaze on the curtain at the top of the ramp. He hops around, warming up while waiting for his opponent.

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentleman this contest is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first from St John's, Newfoundland... Jordan “Bullet Proof” Glass!

Ed Set:
Here we go; it’s time for Jordan Glass vs. Makaveli

David Sierra:
And what a match it will be, prepare for destruction...

Ed Set:
As if we haven’t had enough for one night already

The arena turns dark... Against All Odds by 2Pac blares through the PA as Makaveli comes out walking down the entrance ramp. A mix of boos and cheers surround Makaveli as he enters the ring, staring a hole through Jordan Glass with an evil stare.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, from Atalnta, Georgia... The XVI chairman, “The Don” Makaveli!

The bell rings and none of them waste any time in getting their hands on each other, Mak charges straight in and nails Jordan with a forearm that sends him off balance, Mak continues to unleash blow after blow on Jordan backing him up against the ropes, the referee jumps in and separates the two, this creates the opening that Jordan needed, he lunges forward and takes Mak down with a spear, he then begins pummelling fists into the head of the chairman as Mak tries to cover up. Just as before the referee intervenes and pulls Jordan off Mak, Mak springs to his feet and clotheslines Jordan sending them both over the top rope crashing to the floor.

Ed Set:
Wow, their right out in front of us now...

David Sierra:
And their not stopping to get back into the ring either

Mak takes hold of Jordan and whips him toward the barricade, Jordan reverses and Mak goes back first into the steel barricade. Jordan begins to pummel down on Mak and then stomps on him in the corner of the barricade. Jordan rolls into the ring breaking the referee’s count then roll’s back out again. Jordan walks over to Mak but gets a poke in the eye for his troubles, Mak follows up by grabbing Jordan in a bear hug and ramming his back into the ring post, then turning round and smashing it into the announce table. Mak rolls into the ring breaking the referee’s count when suddenly the lights in the arena go out...

Ed Set:
What the hell is this...

David Sierra:
Damn Makaveli, too busy wrestling and not paying electric bills

Ed Set:
Ladies and Gentlemen we seem to be having some technical difficulti-... woah wait a minute!

The sound of footsteps fills the arena, and a group of children’s voices can be heard...
We warned you...

You didn’t listen...

Now they are here...

Be ready...
Strobe lighting hits the arena and the whole crowd turn to the stage, including Makaveli and the referee, Sorry You’re Not A Winner by Enter Shikari hits and the spotlight searches the crowd just as we have seen before... Calaz stands at the top of the arena, the fans go wild with a mix of cheers and boo’s as Calaz begins to make his way down to the ring, he reaches the barricade but is stopped by the referee, Makaveli stands by the ropes pointing at Calaz and shouting obscenities toward him. With Makaveli’s concentration else wear Jordan Glass slides into the ring with a steel chair in hand. Makaveli spins around only to be levelled by a horrific shot by the chair. Jordan shrows the chair out of the ring and gets down for the cover, Calaz points the referee toward the ring.

Ed Set:
No not like this... a horrific end un-deserving of the match that was expected

The referee counts...
1...
2...
3!
Calaz hops the barricade and throws the referee out of the ring, Calaz and Jordan stand above Makaveli whose face is now covered in blood from the chair shot. The two men stand with their arms held high above the fallen chairman.

Eric Cabrera:
Here is your winner via pinfall Jordan “Bullet Proof” Glass!

Ed Set:
What the hell is going on here

David Sierra:
Well they have both been warning us all the past few weeks and look what has come of us not heeding the warning

Ed Set:
I couldn’t have seen this coming in a million years, these two together, what the hell is going on, we need some help down here for the chairman

The two men leave the ring together and make their way up the ramp laughing at the broken body of Makaveli who lies flat out in the middle of the ring still not moving an inch. EMT’s rush past the newly formed partnership who stand at the top of the ramp looking at the destruction they have caused. The scene fades to black.

[Makaveli The Don]

Makaveli is seen walking towards his office with his face is still covered in blood.. He had refused medical help from the EMTs. As he is about to make his way in to his office, Katie King, the XVI interviewer, goes up to him...

Katie King:
Makaveli can I have a few words with you please? I'd like to know how you feel after what Calaz and Jordan Glass did to you just moments ago.

Makaveli stares in the eyes of Katie King...

Makaveli:
Do you really think they did any effect. Do you see the blood in my face? There has been countless times I've bled like this and I promise you this won't be the last. Jordan Glass... you got what you wanted, but let me remind you, I am the boss of the XVI.. and if you want your career to be in jeopardy, I suggest you mess with me some more. Let me assure you though that you will regret it.

Katie King:
Are you planning on revenge?

Makaveli laughs, looks at the microphone, and speaks...

Makaveli:
Do you think I'm worried about what just happened? Haha you're wrong, Katie. All I'm worried about is if Jihad Sullivan is able to do the job I've asked him to do a month ago.. and that's to finish off Matt Szaban for good. If he doesn't, there will be hell to pay for that man... and for Dark Halo.

With that last statement, Makaveli opens the door to his office and gets inside, shutting the door before Katie could enter. The scene fades to the inside of the arena...

[Makaveli The Don]

We come back from commercials, and we see David Sierra and Ed Set sitting at the XVI announce table.

Ed ~ We are back at XVI's King of the Ring, and we have just seen the formation of possibly one of the most dangerous teams in the history of sports entertainment. Serafin, the team of Jordan 'Bullet Proof' Glass and 'Mister XVI', 'The New Era Icon' David Calaz.

David ~ Both these men have adopted a new 'in your face' attitude, and I think it was apparent that these two were getting closer, but I don't think anyone anticipated them teaming up like this.

Ed ~ Jordan just won his match, whether it was by cheating or not, but now it's time for Calaz to have his match, the King of the Ring final match, against Thor.

Pitch black darkness descends upon the area. Entrance music starts to play as walls of fire line the ramp a hooded figure in black on a black throne with a chained black mastiff sitting on each side of it as a fog starts to cover the arena. The man on throne lets his hood fall back revealing white horns as he sips a mug of blood. The mug comes down and the man smiles revealing a pair of fangs. He stands up then sets the mug on the seat of the throne as a pair of black feathery wings spread. He slowly walks down the ramp as a light rain starts to fall a lightning bolt hitting the center of the ring every few seconds until his feet hit the steps. He slowly steps into the ring in between the second and top ropes. He walks to the center of the ring and then lifts his arms and then drops them as the lights come back up. Unbuttons his black cloak as the wings fold back down and then takes it off the revealing his black clothes and his midnight black hair flowing down his back as he grins. On his waist is strapped a sword that is drawn to reveal a bluish tinted blade. He raises the blade as balls of ice fall on the ring posts. He sheathes the sword and then unstraps his sword belt. Walks to his corner the winged cloak and sword belt handed to bell ringer.

David ~ What a .. unique .. individual.

Ed ~ Just go ahead and call him a freak.

The Arena lights cut of, 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 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 Calaz and Jaime Reed standing side by side, the spotlight follows them down the stairs of the arena while the strobe lighting gives an effect of slow motion, they reaches the bottom of the stairs and they hop the barricade, Jaime climbs up the stairs and under the bottom rop as Caalz 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, holding up the title belt that was around his waist just moments before, his hood flies down and droops over the back of his jacket, Jaime stands holding her arms out in apreciation of Calaz as 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, glaring at Thor and Jaime climbs out of the ring. He drops his title over the side of the ring, it hits the floor.

David ~ Two extremely extreme superstars, ready to rip eachother to pieces for the King of the Ring title.

- DING DING DING! -

Ed ~ Here we go!

Calaz and Thor begin to circle eachother, staring each other down. They begin to move in, then lock up. Calaz comes out with an arm bar, but Thor reverses into his own arm bar, but Calaz then reverses and puts Thor to the mat with an arm bar takedown.

Thor leaps back to his feet, but is knocked back down by a clothesline. Calaz spins around, but gets a punch to the back of the knee, sending him down to the mat as well. Both men get back to their feet and run at each other, forming a double clothesline, sending both men into the air, and hard down onto their backs.

Ed ~ This match is equal for both competetors so far.

David ~ Yeah, but how long will that last?

They slowly make their way back up, Thor pulling himself up on the ropes. Calaz runs at Thor, clotheslining him over the ropes, but Thor grabs onto Calaz, pulling him over the ropes and onto the floor with him.

Thor somehow lands on his feet as Calaz lands hard on his back. Thor laughs, pulling up Calaz, who is cringing from landing on his back. Thor gives him two hard rights to the head, then irish whips Calaz at the steel stairs, but it's reversed and Thor goes head first through the stairs.

David ~ Ouch, that had to do some damage to Thor's head and neck.

Ed ~ Yeah, but is it enough damage to enable Calaz to capitalize?

Calaz holds his back for a moment, then realizes the referee's count is already at six. He quickly raises up Thor and attempts to hit his head off the ringpost, but Thor catches himself, then smacks Calaz' head off the ringpost instead, then rolls him into the ring. He then rolls in himself, breaking the referee's count.

Thor raises up, as does Calaz. They begin to trade blows to the head. The trade off is ended when Calaz delivers a hard slap to Thor's chest, then pushes him onto the ropes. Thor bounces off, coming back at Calaz, and he catches him, nailing a side effect.

Ed ~ Great show of planning there by Calaz. He is either very quick on his feet or he has watched has studied Thor, picking out things that he isn't used to.

David ~ Either way, Calaz is showing he's a force to be reckoned with, with or without his friend from Serafin.

Both men get back to their feet, Calaz first, but Thor manages to get in a quick poke to the eyes, stunning Calaz, then kicks him in the gut and hits a fast DDT. Thor gets up, and runs to the corner, climbing up. He jumps off, going for a flying headbutt, but at the last second, Calaz rolls out of the way.

Thor comes down hard on his head and begins to thrash around the ring, holding his head. Calaz gets to his feet, laughing at Thor. Suddenly, Jordan Glass runs down the ramp, jumping up onto the ring apron, yelling to the referee. The ref walks over, distracted.

David ~ What in the blue hell is Jordan doing?

Ed ~ Helping his stable member, it would seem!

Calaz realizes the opertunity, drops down and slides out of the ring, grabbing his belt. He slides back in, Thor is to his feet. Thor runs at him, he doesn't see the belt until it connects with his forehead, busting him open and sending him to the mat.

Ed ~ AHA! Calaz is one smart son of a bitch!

David ~ Yeah, a cheating son of a bitch.

Ed ~ Whatever, he's won anyway.

Calaz quickly throws his belt over the ropes, then covers Thor, who is seemingly unconcious, and then calls out to the referee. He turns, seeing the cover and drops down, starting the count.

One ..
Two ..
Three!!

Ed ~ He's done it! By God, he's done it.

David ~ He may be a cheating bastard, but David Calaz has won the King of the Ring tournement. He's now not only the Xtreme Champion of XVI, he is also ..

Eric Cabrera ~ YOUR KING OF THE RING, DAVID CALAAAAZZZ!

Jordan slides into the ring, running into Calaz, embracing him as he holds his trophy in one hand and his title in the other. Jaime stands by his side, applauding him. Jordan raises his hand. The scene fades with Serafin in the middle of the ring.

David ~ This faction seems to be dominating King of the Ring.

[Makaveli The Don]

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! And will be contested in a Hell In A Cell Match! Their will be no time limit!

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.
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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~
Here we go it is time for all the talking to end

Ed~
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~
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 along with Rachel.

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing first, he hails from Worcester, Massachusetts. Standing 6’2”, weighing in at 221lbs, he is “The Champion of Champions’ Szaaaaaaabaaaaaannn!

David Sierra:
This man has been screwed at virtually every opportunity for the greater part of two months.

Ed Set:
More like his entire Career! First he had to deal with his family in Wolfe, then he had to do two matches in one night against Corporal Punishment and Johnny Mental, then was distracted by his Ex Wife Rachel while trying to fight G-Dawg, and then Makaveli finally dethrones him with the help of Jihad Sullivan, as well as multiple screw jobs involving Jordan Glass!

David Sierra:
That is an extensive rap sheet Ed, but to make matters worse for Szaban, the riskiest of all stipulations are set up for this match. If Szaban wins, he gets a title shot at The American Dream, but if he loses, he will never wrestle again!

Ed Set:
And with Jihad having a clean win over Szaban, you know the mind games are already well in place for this match!

Suddenly, The XVI-Tron comes to life with a most gruesome scene...

The scene opens at dusk, In a small clearing surrounded by tall trees. The place is tranquil, Quiet, And peaceful.

The sounds of rapid breathing. People are running through the trees, Frantic. Screams and shrieks of horror are heard all around.

As the camera enters the clearing, Three tall, Burnt crosses stand at the far end.

Three people have been affixed to crosses. They writhe in pain, Beaten, And bloodied beyond all recognition.

Next to the three crosses is a man working on a long piece of lumber. The sweat is glistening off his brow as he works next to a camp fire. His power is unworldly. He stops for a only a moment, And looks up at the remnants of the three crosses.

The crosses have now been set ablaze along with those attached to them. More screams. More pain. Wailing in the trees is a small boy. His eyes are waterfalls. His face is horror incarnate.

The eyes of Hell look up at the camera...

And then suddenly, Without warning...

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 alongside Dark Halo. As the fans in attendance rain down a thunderous amount of "boos" at both Jihad and Dark Halo.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia and resides from the VNB Compound. Standing 6’2”, and weighing in at 245lbs. He is “The Devil”, “The Ruler of All”, and is one half of the XVI Tag Team Champions, Jiiiiiihhhaaaad Suuuulliiiiivaaaannn!

Ed Set:
One word describes this guy, spooky as hell!

David Sierra:
That’s three.

Ed Set:
Point is, the man is insane, but he’s too damn good to have any sanity beat back into him! When you can defeat Szaban one on one, imagine what he will do in a hell in a cell, and then who will stop him?!

David Sierra:
Pray Ed. Pray to God that Szaban can pull it off one more time tonight, and prove once and for all that he CAN defeat the Violent New Breed.

Against All Odds by 2Pac hits the PA. David and Ed Set are surprised.. What the hell could Makaveli be doing here? Makaveli comes out with a microphone in hand, and places it under his mouth and speaks...

Makaveli:
I'm sick of all these intereferences tonight. First Calaz screws my match over, then Jordan Glass screws Thor out of the King of the Ring Finals! By God I am not gonna let the Main Event match end like that either! Rachel, Dark Halo... you are both banned from ring side.. and if you decide to come out to help in any way, YOU'RE FIRED!

Dark Halo speaks to Jihad for a while, and Jihad gives her the OK to go backstage.. Rachel is a bit annoyed by the decision. She walks up the entrance ramp and when she is next to Makaveli, she snatches his microphone...

Rachel:
You know, maybe it would be WORTH being fired!!

The crowd give out a big "OOHHH!" as Rachel heads backstage. Makaveli's music hits one last time as he heads backstage.

Ding Ding Ding!

The Cell slowly becomes lowered as both men stare each other down in the middle of the ring. Jihad seems to be perfectly calm with a stare that could turn average men to stone. And Jihad looks like he is ready to burst into a thousand flames of vengeance, with hair wetted down over his eyes, Jihad seems to look away in disgust before decking Szaban across the face with a strong right hand! Szaban steps to the side a little bit, but stares right back into the face of his bitter rival, and decks him with one too! Before you know it, both men are walloping each other with stinging fists to each of their temples, with Szaban increasing the power of his punches with more and more impact with every new strike, causing Jihad to stumble back with the fans immediately erupting in support for the former champion, as he goes faster and faster once Jihad drops his hands!

David Sierra:
The cage isn’t even fully lowered yet and they both are delivering temple strikes with Xtreme Fashion!

Ed Set:
Only the very best Dave, only the very best!

Szaban finally lets out a battle cry as he charges for a short arm clothesline, until Jihad ducks under and pulls the top rope, sending the Champion of Champions to the outside. Jihad follows as Szaban favors an elbow he had struck on the way down, as Jihad kicks him straight in the head. The Devil now drags Szaban a little ways away from the ring, and begins to choke him out, as the cell now begins to really get close to the end, Jihad is now shown as placing Szabans head where his throat will be directly under the cage!

David Sierra:
Hell no! He’s going to try to strangle Szaban with the lowering Cell!

Ed Set:
Holy Freakin Shiite Muslims!

But Szaban is able to stretch his foot up and connects with a heel kick in between Jihads eyes, Szaban gets back to his feet and slams Jihad into the apron. The Cell has now fully been lowered, and the fans take a huge sigh of relief. Szaban takes first initiative and grabs Jihad by the hair and whips him straight into the cell. Szaban then slams his head again, and a 3rd time for good measure!

David Sierra:
Szaban is out for blood here, relentlessly smashing Jihads head into the metal grating!

Ed Set:
And he better keep it up! You know that Jihad wont hesitate for a second to do the same!

And it seems that Ed spoke too soon as Jihad back chops Szaban right into the throat and then slams his head into the grating as well. But instead of doing it multiple times he scraps his head like a cheese grater against the mesh of steel! Jihad is screaming taunts into Szabans ear, such as “Your Nothing! Bleed! Bleed!” and then tosses the ex champ to the side. Jihad raises his arms to his chest as if gathering energy from the negative reactions from the crowd, and he goes back inside the ring, taunting Szaban to join him once again. Of course, he doesn’t have to think twice as Szaban slides into the ring and immediately gets met with a throat thrust.

Ed Set:
As bad as the scene seems right now, we cannot afford to have Szaban give up. Keep going Champ!

Szaban falls against the ropes, which prompts Jihad to come off of him with a Stunner! But Szaban is still standing, seemingly out on his feet once again, which makes The Devil go for a Floatover Suplex, which he stays for a pin attempt.

One…
Two…
Kickout!

The fans sigh once again as Jihad grabs Szaban by the hair once again, and gets him up for a Pile Driver, but Szaban reverses into a back body drop at the last minute, causing the fans to erupt in cheers once again! Szaban catches Jihad off guard again with a Dropkick, and then wraps him up with a Russian Leg Sweep, into The P.O.D.! Jihad is stuck into the P.O.D., as there is no rope breaks, but the wily veteran elbows Szaban in the side of the head, and releases the hold. The fans are still in a frenzy hoping that Szaban is able to keep the momentum, which he delivers with a neckbreaker! As The Ruler of All is holding the back of his neck, Szaban grabs him by the back of the neck and throws him to the outside where Jihad crashes into the side of the cell. Szaban then climbs outside himself, and kicks down the Door to the outside. Szaban then turns around and gets a big boot from Jihad forcing him outside the Hell in A Cell anyway. Jihad then grabs Szaban by the throat, who is leaning against the barricade, and slaps Szaban across the chest as sweaty mist flies in all directions as the crowd lets out a large “Woooh!”

David Sierra:
What could Jihad want to do way up to the top of the cell? There’s no rhyme nor reason for that!

Ed Set:
You also notice that once again, despite the availability of weapons, both of these men would rather one up another with their natural pralice than use foul objects to complete the mission!

But as Jihad is climbing the cell, Szaban grabs onto his pants, and pulls him with excessive force into the barricade! Then both men begin racing up the cell, and they both reach the top, as the fans all look up in awe upon both men, their lives hanging by the balance with such tremendous effort. Both men do an exact repeat of the beginning as they start to punish each other with no holds barred type bare knuckle brawling, causing blood and spit and sweat to cascade off of their noses and cheeks, with blood streaking down in droves, one fanatic fan sums up the morbid feelings of this moment.

VNB Fanatic:
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood makes the Grass Grow!!!

David Sierra:
What the fuck was that?!

Ed Set:
I don’t know Dave, but it certainly makes me feel sick just thinking about it, and watching these two maul each other into oblivion!

Szaban Ending:

In the end, both men grow tired of their fists as Jihad attempts a decapitating lariat, but Szaban reverses the strike, holding onto the arm, and reversing it into a Full Moon through the Damn center of the Cell!!! The fans all scream in horror at the sudden plummet of the two superstars, as they then transition into chants:

Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! XVI! XVI! XVI!

Both men lay motionless on the mat, until Szaban drapes an arm over the shoulders of a fallen Jihad!

One…
Two…
Thr-Kickout!!!

Ed Set:
No Smurfin Way!

David Sierra:
Jihad is too strong! He cant be stopped!

The fans cannot believe it, and Szaban cannot either, as he weakly lifts up Jihad, and props him on his shoulders, Jihad is still out from the fall, and drops him with a Bostard Drop! Szaban goes for the cover once again.

One…
Two…
Thre-Kickout! Again Jihad refusing to quit!

Szaban is looking like a man possessed now, as Jihad attempts to crawl away from the action, while Szaban lifts up the VNB Legend once more, as Jihad seems to have suffered some sort of back injury, which would explain his helplessness, as Szaban delivers yet another devastating Bostard Drop! This time, causing the champion of champions to collapse on his fallen foe, and the referee administers the count once again.

One…
Two…
Three!!!

Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Cabrera:
Here is your winner, Szzzzaaaaabaaaannnnn!!!!

David Sierra:
He did it! He actually did it! Szaban becomes victorious in the Cell, and bah gawd, we have witnessed Xtreme!

Ed Set:
I am still in utter shock as Jihad was able to pull off not one, but two near falls against a relentless onslaught from Szaban!

David Sierra:
Thank God Ed! And now we get to see Szaban Vs. Jordan Glass at the American Dream, but for more updates on this current situation, your gonna have to tune in to Side Effect this week, for your weekly dose of Xtreme! Good Night Everybody!