August 2007 The American Dream

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Red and Grey pyro shoots from all sides of the entrance ramp, with an amped up rock n roll version of America The Beautiful plays over the PA system. The American Dream Logo Shows over the titantron as well as an announcers voice accompanied.

Voice:
They have traveled long and hard, and now, they face their worst nightmares and greatest challenges, all for the hope of acheiving their American Dream. They will go through Cages of Death, Possibly becoming buried alive, titles are on the line, men will become heroes, and heroes will become legends. The American Dream! Will you take yours?

David Sierra:
Welcome everyone to The American Dream! And bah gawd tonights card is stacked!

Ed Set:
Every title is on the line, and ancient feuds will be laid to rest baby! But first, before we get into our opening bout, we will introduce the new inductions to the Hall of Fame!

We go to the ring, where announcer Eric Cabrera is holding a list in front of him, and prepares to read off the inductions.

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing The XVI Hall of Fame Inductions! From DCW, Xsaint!
From WAF/PCW, WAF World Champion, The Outlaw!
From WAF/PCW, "The Lost Cause" Xero!
From PCW, "The Root of All Evil" Hatework!
From PCW, PCW World Champion, The Ayster!
From XVI and many others, Pig Vomit and Bozo The Clown!
From WCXF and XVI, G-Dawg!
From WCXF and XVI, RKO Reborn!
From WCXF The Punisher!

These are your inductions, and the Hall Of Fame Ceremony will be live, on Friday Night! Congratulations to this class of HOF Inductions!

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

A new segment opens up this time with Corporal Punishment, right before he is about to head to War with XVI’s Cure. On one side of him, is a man with medium length shaggy red hair, shamrock green eyes and a very focused look on his face. A small red scruff under his chin, a green tank top and black pants with green sequins on the sides. To the other side, is a rather attractive looking young woman who could likely be his sister, same hair and eyes, with a shredded collared and bottom knee covering dress, gold anklets below that, and golden bracers on her arms. She looks calm and majestic, as they both look into the camera waiting for their chance.

Corporal Punishment:
Before I head into my last XVI match, I would like to reveal a little secret to all the XVI faithful. A few months back I opened up a Developmental Camp for new young superstars and Indy Darlings looking to make an impact on a bigger stage. Well these two siblings I have here represent the top of my first Class of students. The young man to my right here has shown a toughness and heart that rivals that of any XVI superstar on this roster. And this young lady to my right is the perfect fit, considering she is his Twin Sister, and able to keep him focused on the tasks at hand. I introduce to you the ones who will be taking my place in XVI’s withered halls, “The Pride of Ireland” Roland McGregor, and the woman simply known as Willow! Take it away, make me proud.
The Corporal now makes his way to stage left, getting ready for his epic opening bout against his final opponent, as the other two take over.

Roland McGregor ~*The Pride of Ireland*~
Aye. The names McGregor. I’ll have to admit I’m not too much for introducing meself, but that’s never put a damper on our spirits now has it Willow?

~*Willow*~
Poor Roland, in words he is meek, but its his heart that beats with the strength of ten Dublin Bruisers. Let it be known that Xtreme Vicious Intent has received the luck of the Irish, and the winds of change now favor the New Breed.

Roland McGregor ~*The Pride of Ireland*~
I’m not in it for fame, the fortune or the money lads. I’m a coming for the competition, and the discipline I’ve learned for these wee months will get me where I need to go. Now that my friends, is something worth your notice.

~*Willow*~
I am the dawn, when I rise your journey begins. He is the Dusk, when he falls your time has come.

End Segment

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Stars and Stripes Forever plays over the PA system, red white and blue streamers rain from the rafters as the fans jump to their feet to greet the uber face of XVI, in which Corporal Punishment comes out to a rain of adoration, with an extra large American Flag waving proudly behind his shoulder. Just then, Warheart by Children of Bodom interrupts over the PA system as Corporal Punishment plants the Flag into a slot on the entrance ramp, which explodes a series of green pyro.

Ed ~ Ignacious Porter Freely, Corporal Punishment .. his last match here in XVI.

David ~ He's going against the wrong man if he wants a win.

Corporal Punishment then makes his way down the ramp, hi fiving the fans and climbs into the ring, giving the crowd a stone faced salute, which they return. He enters the ring, staring down Kobra, who was already there.

Eric Cabrera ~ Entering the ring, hailing from Greenbough, Alabama, weighing in at 270 pounds .. in his final match for Xtreme Vicious Intent, Corporal Punishment!

And already in the ring, hailing from parts unknown, weighing in at 289 pounds, Kobra!


- DING DING DING -

David ~ And this match is underway!

Just as the bell rings, Kobra runs at Corporal and grabs him by the throat, nailing a hard chokeslam, with the crowd responded with an "Ohhhhhh!"

Ed ~ Well that's something I've never seen before, starting a match with a chokeslam!

David ~ This Kobra guy doesn't seem to happy with The Corp.

Kobra quickly pulls Corp up, but Punishment nails a hard right hand to Kobra's temple. This only seems to agrivate Kobra more as he kicks Corp in the gut, sticks his head between his legs and lifts him up .. only to send him crashing back down with a powerbomb.

Ed ~ Kobra means business here tonight.

Kobra lifts Corp up once more, but Corp had other plans. He quickly kicks Kobra in the gut and lifts him up for Death Row.

Ed ~ THIS IS IT, HE COULD HAVE IT!

Suddenly, Kobra drops down, pushign Corp into the ropes face first and when he returns, nailing him with a forearm to the back of the head, knocking him to the ground.

David ~ .. or not.

Kobra picks Corp up and whips him into the corner, then nails a running clothesline. He then lifts Corp up onto the turnbuckle and grabs him by the throat, spins around, and drops him, going for the cover.

One ..
Two ..
BREAK!!

David ~ Corp just kicked out after that deadly super-chokeslam!

Ed ~ Well Corp is "The Toughest SOB in XVI!"

David ~ He's been put through the ringer tonight, that's for sure.

Kobra slams his hands on the mat, frustrated that he doesn't have the win yet. He stands up, pulling Corp up with him. He irish whips him into the ropes, but when Corp comes back he nails a side-effect, or as he calls it, A Tribute To The Show.

Both men lay down on the mat, not moving. So the referee initiates the count.

One ..
Two ..
Kobra begins to stir, but Corp doesn't ..
Four ..
Five ..
Six ..
Corp rolls over, Kobra is to his knees ..
Eight ..
Kobra is up and he pulls Corp up from his knees, but as he does, Corp nails a hard right.

Kobra returns the favor, nailing a hard right as well. Corp retaliates, slapping Kobra across the face. This aggravates Kobra. He turns and BAM ..

David ~ Superkick, Superkick!

Kobra drops down, going for the pin.

One ..
Two ..
Thr -- BREAK!!

Kobra breaks, nailing uncountable punches to Corp's head and chest. He stands up and walks down to Corp's feet. He grabs his two legs and locks in .. FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!

David ~ My god, Corp is a goner.

Corporal Punishment is slamming his hands on the mat, reaching for the ropes but they are too far out of reach. He tries to flip over, putting the pressure on Kobra, but Kobra has too much stregnth and overpowers Corp. The referee comunicates with Corp. Suddenly, Corp's hand bounces off the ring like a rattlesnakes tail.

Ed ~ He tapped out! I can't believe this!

David ~ I can.

Kobra breaks the hold as the referee calls for the bell. Kobra stands up, hands raised.

Eric Cabrera ~ And the winner of this match, Kobra!

The scene fades out with Kobra celebrating in the ring.

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

The scene fades to the back of the arena where we see a man his face hidden from our cameras by a black fedora hat that sits on a slant over his head. We can see by the designer jeans and shoes that this man can definitely spend money and not be afraid to go bankrupt. Next to him walks a midget wearing a black suit, his brown hair is pulled back in a little ponytail and on his nose rest a pair of black Oakley shades. The pair walks into the arena and is automatically stopped by a security guard, the man dressed in an XVI shirt looks like someone from a mob film on steroids.

The guard looks at the man in the fedora and then at the midget before he speaks, “Hey you guys can’t be here unless you guys have backstage passes.”

The man in the fedora lifts a steady hand to his head and takes the hat off showing his long brown hair which just like the midget’s is tied back in a ponytail, his scruff covered jaw begins to move as he talks, “Hey man, don’t you know who I am?”

The guard looks at the man and thinks for a second, “No I freaking don’t, now if you don’t have backstage passes you can’t get in… I advise you to leave.”

The well dressed man looks at his counterpart and smiles before looking back at the guard, “Look buddy I’m Dustin fucking Reeves! I’m here because I was invited by a certain someone who happens to sign your fucking paycheck, now you’re letting me in and that’s that.”

The guard laughs for a second, “You’re one persistent man, but like I said no pass no go.”

The midget steps up looking up at the guard, “Listen fuck face! You either let us in or I’m taking your ass down!”

The guard laughs and picks the midget up with one hand, “What the hell are you going to do now little man?”

Suddenly the midget dangling from the man’s arm reaches into his jacket and pulls out a weapon. But not just any weapon, this was a foot long, pink, vibrating… dildo. It only takes a second but soon the guard is on the ground holding his eye which was just jabbed with the pink toy of pleasure. The midget’s counterpart begins to laugh and the pair walks off leaving the security guard on the ground. The guard reaches for his walkie talkie and pushes the button to talk, “Code pink code pink!”

A static shrouded voice comes back in over the device, “What the hell is code pink? Did you just make it up?”

The security guard presses the button again, “Yes… well I had to we have a wild midget with a pink dildo on the loose! Get the paramedics here, that little fucker got me in my eye!”

The scene fades to black as the security guard continues to curse loudly.

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Eric Cabrera:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and if for The XVI Next Generation Championship!

But before any actual entrances are shown, don’t you wish you were me by Fozzy plays over the PA System, as Gavin Gyaos, accompanied by Nikki Manx, make their way to the ring. But before entering, they make a left turn and make their way to the announce table. Both Dave and Ed look perplexed at the looks on Gyaos and Manx’s faces, before they physically remove both main announcers from the table! They sit themselves at the AT, and get comfortable.

Gavin Gyaos:
Welcome everyone and let me tell you, its good to be Gyaos. This upcoming contest is between two dimwits who couldn’t fill my shoes if they had twenty pounds of cement going in with them.

Nikki Manx:
That’s right Gyaos. And although we could have easily made these fans their moneys worth with a match twice as good as this one, we simply couldn’t resist giving the fans what they truly wanted-

Gavin Gyaos:
Me! Honestly how could you not put me in a match tonight? Oh yes, that’s because I’m already living the “American” Dream, and they want to show case the average joe, like Justin Evans, getting his fair share. Ho hum what a shame.

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:
Introducing the challenger, he hails from Bronx, New York. Standing 6’4”, weighing in at 240lbs, he is “The Answer” Justin Evans!

Nikki Manx:
If he is the answer, I don’t even want to know the question.

Gavin Gyaos:
I’ll tell you what the question is. Who’s destined to pump my gas? The Answer, Justin Evans.

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 opponent.

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing his opponent, representing Serafin, he hails from Stoke-On-Trent United Kingdom, standing 6’2”, weighing in at 215lbs, He is The Next Generation Champion, Ticker!

Nikki Manx:
What’s the point of this guy anyway? Ticker? What’s that even supposed to stand for?

Gavin Gyaos:
I’m not sure about that one Nikki, but Little Victories describes this punk perfectly. Little Victories every now and then, and then suffering huge losses. When it comes to being able to hang with Gavin Gyaos, this chump isn’t even close.

Ding Ding Ding!

The match begins with Ticker looking extremely confident in there against Justin Evans. He tries to feint out the challenger, slapping away his forwarding hand in a taunting motion. But Justin Evans in a surprise move rushes straight into Ticker and begins to pound away viciously with rights and lefts to the face and body! Ticker is caught totally off guard as Justin Evans hits a spinebuster out of the corner, flattening the champ! He plays to the crowd as they all cheer, and Justin Evans picks him up and drops him again with a pump handle slam! He goes for a quick pin attempt.

One…
Two…
T-Ticker gets the shoulder up.

Nikki Manx:
The Answer thought he had it there.

Gavin Gyaos:
If he thinks that’s the Answer, he’s gonna fail a lot of pop quizzes during mid terms.

Nikki Manx:
He’s still taking mid terms?

Gavin Gyaos:
Yeah he got held back a few years.

Justin Evans picks up Ticker again, who gouges the eyes of his opponent, scoring enough time for an enziguri kick sending Justin into the same corner they just came out of! Ticker runs towards Evans, and leaps over his opponent with a gorey looking twisting neckbreaker over the top rope, with Ticker landing outside! Ticker gets into Gavin Gyaos face, and goes back inside after talking some trash, taking over a stunned Evans with a nice looking sidewalk slam!

Nikki Manx:
Was he trying to punk you out?

Gavin Gyaos:
Couldn’t tell, I don’t speak douche bag.

Ticker now goes up top, with Justin Evans down from that vicious pair of moves, and Ticker hits a picture perfect Shooting Star Press! Ticker showing he is at a very focused top of his game tonight as he goes for a pin.

One…
Two…
Kickout!

Ticker now grabs Justin Evans by the head, and delivers a loud chop throughout the arena, but Justin punks him right back with a huge left hand leveling the champ! Ticker gets back up, receiving a boot to the mid section, and Justin Evans continues with his high impact offense with a Spinning DDT Faceplant! Justin Evans now going to the top rope of his own, and hits a wicked Moonsault onto the Next Gen Champion!

One…
Two…
Th-Kickout by Ticker this time!

Gavin Gyaos:
You cant be all flare in there and expect to pick up a win, you need at least some form of psychology!

Nikki Manx:
Sorry Gyaos, but he failed that mid term too.

The hard hitting action continues, with Evans picking up Ticker for a powerbomb, but it gets reversed into a hurricanrana by the champ. Justin flips over on his back, and tries to kip up but Ticker catches him off guard with a nasty kick to the back of the head! Ticker lands a mean combo of an Atomic Drop, which he converts into a Backbreaker after the impact! Justin sells the move very well, as Ticker now has control again. The newest member of Serafin looks like his is going for a Styles Clash now, but Evans battles out of the position, and tries to finish off his opponent with a Final Answer, which Ticker moves in only to knee Evans below the belt, and the referee never saw it! Ticker then drops Evans with his own powerbomb, leaving the challenger prone! Ticker goes up top, and looks like he may be going for The Ticking Bomb, but now he’s taking the time to taunt!

Nikki Manx:
Adding insult to injury? Please that’s so played out.

Gavin Gyaos:
Its also his last action he may ever make, take a look.

Ticker now leaps into the air without checking back on Evans condition, who is actually getting to his feet, and leaps into the air, catching Ticker in mid flight and crashes down with a Mid Air Final Answer! Justin Evans now hooks both legs for a count!

One…
Two…
Three!!!

Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Cabrera:
Here is your winner, and NEW Next Generation Champion, “The Answer” Justin Evans!

Justin finally did it, but his celebration is cut short before it even begins as a man in a leather jacket runs down to the ring and wastes no time in coming from behind Justin Evans with a Lung Blower! He looks utterly focused and determined as Justin Evans comes to his knees, not willing to give up until the man executes a Bicycle Kick to the face! Justin Evans is laid out as the man lifts him up again, adding further injury, hits him with a Cobra Clutch Leg Sweep! Gavin Gyaos and Nikki Manx come into the ring, with Nikki holding a microphone, Gyaos and his cohort stand over Evans, looking at each other, and then decide to finish the job. With Gavin putting Evans on his shoulder for a Death Valley Driver, his partner in crime climbs the top ropes, and they connect a double foot stomp Death Valley Driver into double knees! The man is completely destroyed as Gavin Gyaos takes the microphone from his valet.

Gavin Gyaos:
That, ladies and gentlemen, was the Infamous Disaster, this man, ladies and gentlemen, is Leon “Paleboy” Raymer, and we ARE, Ladies And Gentlemen, Infamous By Design! And you know what, screw the politics, screw the suspense, I’m cashing in my XVI Invitational and letting you know how its going to go down! Its going to be Infamous by Design Vs. The Dynasty, the winners are the Number One Contenders for the Tag Team Championship! As for the time? I will let Makaveli decide what’s the best time for that, as for now, you all have just witnessed perfection personified, and that’s a fact! Gyaos out!

And with that, Infamous by Design leave the ring, making an undeniably strong impact.

End Match.

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

David~
Exciting events thus far tonight.

Ed~
And I don't see that excitment dying off anytime soon as we have Pig Vomit and the Outlaws for the World Tag Team Championships

David~
Pig Vomit are some nasty bastards.

Ring Announcer~
Ladies and Gentlemen the following match will be for the XVI World Tag Team Championship. Scheduled for one fall, now coming to the ring first The Outlaws!!

Suffocate slams the pa followed by an explosion of pyro at the top of the ramp. Amidst the sparks stands Outlaw Inc. Johnny with his arm around Kori and Jason right beside him. They walk to the ring slowly, Johnny and Kori hand-in-hand. Jason slides into the ring while Johnny holds the ropes for Kori. Jason scales one turnbuckle, Johnny scales the one across from it and Kori stands at the ropes in between. Another explosion of sparks fall from the ceiling above the ring.

The Outlaws are in the middle of the ring awaiting the arrival of their opponets.

Ring Announcer~
And their opponets Piiiigg Voooomit.

The arena's lights turn puke green. Suddenly a pig's head rests on the XVItrone and then the sound of vomit is heard, and that cues in "Blood Pigs" by Otep. Out from the back prances Bozo the Gay Clown with no sign of Warrior or Dragon.

David~
Where are those two sick clowns it seems to be just Bozo the Gay Clown on the way to the ring.

Ed~
Well maybe he is going to be representing Warrior and Dragon tonight, we all know he likes things kinky

David~
Nice Ed.. real nice.

Bozo enters the ring and starts to blow kisses at Johnny Kaos and winks over at Jason Cane. Both Outlaws try to ignore Bozo but before long Bozo has attached himself to Cane's leg and begins to ride it like a wild horse. Johnny runs over to the struggling Cane who is trying to get Bozo unattached from his leg. Kaos grabs Bozo by by the chest hair and rips him off of his partners leg. The Outlaws make sure that one another is alright then they begin to stalk Bozo who by now is cowering in the ring corner.

All of a sudden and from nowhere Pig Vomit jumps into the ring with two buckets of vomit and slam the buckets upside down onto the Outlaws' heads covering them in vomit. Warrior bangs Jason and Johnny's head together while to bucket is still covering there faces. The Outlaws both fall to the ground as Dragon body splashes the two.

Ed~
Oh my god! That is just disgusting

David~
I think I am going to vomit Ed.

Bozo crawls out of the ring as he looks on to his teamates trash the competition. Dragon and Warrior start to taunt their sickend opponets as the crowd gets riled up. Warrior rolls out of the ring and begins to fish around. The referee argues with Dragon that the match has not started and Dragon tells him to ring that bell. Dragon hears the bell ring as he licks a little bit of the vomit off of his arm.

Dragon stands one on two against the Outlaws. As the three men stare each other down Johnny Kaos is once again covered in vomit. Johnny drops to his back and rolls out of the ring trying to clean himself off. Jason Cane attacks Dragon who backs down and just covers himself up. Warrior slides into the ring and grabs Jason from behind and whips him into the ropes, on the bounce back Pig Vomit both strike Cane in the midsection.

Ed~
Already?!?

David~
This is not good

Warrior does a spinning heel kick as Dragon does a high leg sweep.

David~
There it was it's the Vomitory

Dragon and Warrior both sit on Cane's chest as the referee drops in to start the count

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3...


DING DING DING!!!

Ed~
Well love em or hate em!

David~
We've got new World Tag Team Champions!

Ring Announcer~
Ladies and Gentlemen the winners of this bout and NEEEEEW Tag Team Champions of the WOOOOOOOOORLD Pig vomit!!!

Dragon and Warrior grab their belts and both climb up opposing turnbuckles raising the belts high. Bozo comes back into the ring and places his head on the still down Jason Cane.

Ed~
That's just too disturbing

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

The camera pans around the ring at the monstrous structure surrounding the ring. A fifteen foot high black steel cage with a variety of weaponry hanging from it. Some of the arsenal spotted were a steel chair, table, and other classics. A plank of wood lays across the top of the cage adding even more possibilities. Standing in the middle of this diabolic creation, Eric Cabrera.

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the Cage of Death! This match is scheduled for one fall to a finish were there must be a winner. And it is for both the XVI Xtreme Championship and Jaime Reed! Introducing first the challenger from Parts of Unknown. Weighing in tonight at 175 pounds, “The Immortal” Sah’ta 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 thought the cage doors and 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 outside the door.

Eric Cabrera:
And the champion from Stoke-on-Trent, UK. Weighing in tonight at 220 pounds, he is the current XVI Xtreme Champion. “The New Era Icon” David Calaz!

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 standing alone at the top of the steps, Jaime Reed's absence is notable as Calaz doesn’t seem as energetic as he usually does. The spotlight follows him down the stairs of the arena while the strobe lighting gives an effect of slow motion, he reaches the bottom of the stairs and he hops the barricade, Calaz scuttles up the stairs and through the cage door, 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, there is almost a sense of anti-climax as Jaime Reed would normally be applauding every movement 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 awaiting his opponent.

Ding…
Ding…
Ding…

Both men immediately go nose to nose with one another, each man yelling at the other. Suddenly David Calaz slaps Sah’ta Thor across the face. Thor backs up a few steps holding his jaw as Calaz stands there with a cocky grin. Sah’ta then responds with a slap of his across David’s face. New Era Icon slowly rubs his jaw before locking eyes with The Immortal. The two explode on each suddenly each man grabbing a fistful of the others hair. Then start delivering straight right fist to his opponent’s forehead. Each connecting with vicious shots, the two battle to a stand still. Until David Calaz delivers a head butt that stuns Sah’ta Thor. David begins chopping away on Sah’ta repeatedly each blow echoing a loud thud. Calaz then grabs Thor by the head and slams him face first into the cage. But he isn’t done as he continues to slam his face multiple times into the steel. Immortal One drops to his hands and knees as Mr. XVI looks to Xtreme early. David Calaz pulls down a hanging trash can. Sah’ta manages to look up off his knees to see Calaz bend the can around his head with a sick thud. Thor collapses to the mat and makes the first pin attempt of the match.

…1
…2
…kick out

Ed Set:
Things have gotten quite ugly very quickly in this…I am actually speechless as I gaze upon this structure.

David Sierra:
What did you suspect, Ed!? David Calaz is fighting for more than just his championship but his precious manager. While Sah’ta Thor is looking for the redemption after all these months of being screwed. These very men may in fact kill each other.

David Calaz puts the boots to Sah’ta Thor forcing his up against the cage side. Calaz then bouncing off the far ropes baseball slides Thor into the cage wall. David drags him out from under the bottom rope and turns his attention back to warped trash can. He places it in the middle of the ring before looking to suplex Sah’ta on top of it. But the Immortal One fights back with fists to the ribs forcing the Xtreme Champion to stall. Just then Sah’ta Thor takes Calaz up and suplex him into the cage. A few weapons drop off the side as David collapses to the mat hitting the ropes on his way down. But Thor wasn’t done as he started to scrap New Era Icon’s face back and forth against the cage. Even digging his nails into the champion’s head showing no remorse. Sah’ta Thor then grabs a chair that fell off the cage side using it to choke David Calaz. David rolls around on his stomach gasping for much needed oxygen. Just then Thor takes the chair and slams it across Calaz’s back. Not once or twice but three times in a row. Mr. XVI screams in pain clenching his back as the Immortal One seems satisfies and makes his first pinfall.

…1
…2
…kick out

Sah’ta Thor seems sadistically pleased at the fact David Calaz actually kicked out. Thor takes the chair placing it in between the top and middle turnbuckle pads. Placing the boots to Calaz before attempting to whip him into the placed chair. But David reverses it looking to whip Sah’ta this time but yet again its reversed. Calaz is sent into the turnbuckle but manages to springboard off the middle performing a cross body. Immortal One catches him in mid-air with a dropkick to the ribs, quickly grabs Mr. XVI by the head and trunks then drives him head first into the sandwich chair! It forms around the champ’s head as falls over onto his back. Sah’ta Thor places the deformed chair over David Calaz before ascending the turnbuckle. Before he could even place his footing Calaz throws the chair and it connects with Sah’ta’s face. Thor is left stranded on the top rope. David takes another weapon that fell of the cage siding, a fluorescent light tube. Xtreme Champion lives up to his name as he break it over the Destroyer’s head. Glass and fumes go flying as Thor collapses to the mat below. David Calaz leans back against the ropes catching his breathe.

David Sierra:
This match is definitely looking like not to be for the faint at heart. Calaz swinging for the fences and connecting with a light tube.

Ed Set:
Shards of glass cutting deep into the skull of Thor. For all we know he could be out at this very moment.

The blood begins to trickle from Sah’ta Thor’s forehead, the light tube doing its job in cutting the challenger open. David Calaz sees this and gets on top of Thor beginning to drive right hands into the wound trying to open it up even more. Calaz then drags Sah’ta to his feet managing to snap of a DDT. David then drapes himself over the Immortal One and hooks the far leg.

…1
…2
…near fall


A visibly frustrated Xtreme Champion leaves Sah’ta Thor laying on the mat wearing a crimson mask at this point. David Calaz turns his attention to a small five foot ladder removing it from the cage siding. Calaz lays it on horizontally on the mat before looking back over at his challenger. David places Thor betweens his legs in attempt to power bomb him on the ladder. Sah’ta drops to his knees delivering a low blow. Thor then takes the champion delivering a front Russian legs sweep on the ladder. David Calaz’s head connecting with the steel. Sah’ta Thor takes a few breathes before rolling his opponent over showing the champion has now been busted open as well. Immortal One makes the cover.

…1
…2
..thr..kick out!

Thor looks to cause even more damage as he starts putting the boots across the open cut of David Calaz. Sah’ta takes the New Era Icon setting him against the bottom turnbuckle pad then leans the ladder on him. The bloodied challenger then grabs the chair of his mat and taking a Hark Aron like swing connecting with the ladder sending it into the champion. The ladder shakes and falls over from the impact as Calaz topples over on his side. Thor makes another pin attempt.

…1
…2
..thre..kick out!

Immortal One now has started to show frustrated on his blood covered face. Sah’ta Thor gasps for air thinking of more ways to cause pain. He places David Calaz on the top turnbuckle delivering a few left hands. The blood flying off David’s face as he remains dazed on the top rope. Thor removes a black bag from the cage wall and begin pouring a hellacious mixture of thumbtacks and shards of glass. Sah’ta then goes back after Calaz preparing to superplex him off and on the tacks and glass. But Mr. XVI battles back with multiple lefts and right to the body. David Calaz then takes Sah’ta Thor lifting him position for a piledriver. David leaps off the middle rope driving Sah’ta into the tacks and glass with a middle ropes piledriver! The fans immediately start screaming, “Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” Thor rolls around the ring tacks visibly seen in his head. Calaz brushes off what he can of the glass and thumbtacks stuck to his backside. As he quickly scrambles to pin Sah’ta Thor.

…1
…2
..thre..kick out!

David Sierra:
OH MY GOD!!! What will these two men not do to each other to secure this victory.

Ed Set:
I’m speechless…David…speechless.

The blood red face of the Xtreme Champion shouts and hollers in disbelief. Calaz slams his fist on the mat in pure anger as he quickly goes back after Thor. Takes his head and viciously slamming the back of it against the cage wall multiple times then tosses him back down the mat. David rips a baseball bat off the cage then takes it to Sah’ta back. Each shot forcing the Immortal One to recoil in great pain. New Era Icon like a man possessed refuses to stop for what could be thought as forever. Finally, David Calaz drops the bat but doesn’t make a pin. The champion’s eye spots a table hanging on the far side of the cage. Slowly Calaz walks across the blood covered mat towards it. David pulls down the table and manages to set it up as Thor is able to get to both knees. Mr. XVI goes back after Immortal One but gets a few shots to the rib cage. David Calaz returns the favor with shots to the top of Sah’ta Thor’s head. But Thor doesn’t quit as he fights to his feet with more punches. Soon both men are standing off again each connecting with stiff punches. Neither of them losing nor gaining around. In desperation Calaz throws a standing yakuza kick but Sah’ta ducks. Each man turns around taking the other out with a clothesline.

Champion and challenger crawl to their own respective side of the cage. Both of them pulling a single fluorescent light tube from the walling. They meet again in the center David taking a wild swing but missing as Sah’ta ducks. Thor breaks the tube over Calaz’s back sending shards into his back as the fumes spread. David drops his tube and falls to both knees this proving to be costly. Thor grabs the light tube but before he could use it David Calaz spits his own blood into Sah’ta Thor’s eyes. Forcing him to drop the tube as it shatters hitting the ground. Blood begins to run down Calaz’s back as he delivers the Here It Is Driver!

…1
…2
…thre..kick out!

Sah’ta Thor’s refusal to quit is beginning to get to David Calaz’s head. As he pounds the mat even more in anger and frustration. David whips Thor into the ropes but Sah’ta responds with a roaring elbow staggering Calaz. Immortal One connects with more elbows to bloodied head of Mr. XVI forcing him against the ropes. Xtreme champion is forced to use the ropes to even keep himself up on his feet. Thor lifts David on his shoulders walking over to the forgotten trashcan. Then proceeds to drop the New Era Icon head first on it with a death valley driver! The fans begin to shout, “This is Awesome! This is Awesome! This is Awesome!” Sah’ta Thor manages to drape a single arm over David’s chest.

…1
…2
..thre..near fall!

Ed Set:
Neither man refuses to quit! My god the humanity!

David Sierra:
I would be surprised if the winner had to damn near kill his opponent to walk out a champion. This is borderline sadistic.

Thor wipes the blood and hair from his face before stumbling over to the far cage wall. Adding a barbwire baseball bat to his arsenal. A sadistic look comes over Sah’ta as begins to measure David Calaz. Immortal One takes his swing but Calaz with a look of sure terror manages to duck underneath. Quickly David continues through as he begins to scale the cage wall in attempt to escape. Sah’ta Thor throws down his weaponry and chases after him. Xtreme Champion finds himself on the small sliver of wood in between the two cage walls. He scurries to the farthest side but looks down to see a fifteen foot plummet onto concrete flooring. David Calaz turns the corner only to see Sah’ta waiting for him on the other side. Both men lock eyes knowing this feud will end up here for one of them.

Ed Set:
There’s nowhere left for either man to go!

David Sierra:
They are fifteen feet above the ground! Nowhere left to run! Nowhere left to hide!

Each man charges to the middle of the plank meeting his opponent in the middle. Fans watch as both men battle above the ring in a violent exchange of left and right fist. Soon Thor delivers a head butt which Calaz returns. These two now begin going back and forth with the head butts. They teeter on the edge of fate multiple times as the crowd waits for that very moment. But David has had enough and attempts a kick to the mid-section but Thor catches it! Sah’ta then picks New Era Icon up in position for a tombstone piledriver. Immortal One looks over the edge of the plank seeing the table fifteen feet at the bottom. The fans screaming, “Do It! Do It! Do It!” Sah’ta Thor takes the most important steps of his XVI career as he walks offs sending both men plummeting fifteen feet. Thor drives David Calaz through the table with a tombstone piledriver! Fans are screaming, “HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK!” Table debris cover the ring as its amazing how the ring is still intact. Calaz lies on the matt twitching in pain as his blood continues to pour down on the mat. Thor lies in the debris managing to fall on top of David as the referee makes the count.

…1
…2
…3!

Eric Cabrera:
YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH AND NEW XTREME CHAMPION! SAH’TA THOR!

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is your Scheduled, Buried Alive Match!

Indeed the cameras look around the arena and notice to the right of the entrance ramp sits the ominous looking pile of dirt and compost that will be used to bury one of these competitors alive. A lift is also placed there so that the superstar may have easier access to burying his foe.

Against all Odds plays over the PA system as Makaveli comes out, wearing his signature Thug Like attire. He looks weary, but in a way, fearless at the same time. He climbs into the ring, and prepares for the fight of his life. After all, every scheme he has come up with has fallen short against his current opponent.

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing first, the Owner of XVI. He hails from Atlanta, Georgia. Standing 5’8”, and weighing in at 325lbs, “The Don” Makaveli!

As "Dear Loser" hits on the audio system, the lights dim to almost complete darkness, smoke comes out from the entrance, as X-ecutioner appears with one knee and both palms on the floor, as the guitar part blasts on the audio system, a great explosion makes the lights flick furiously as X-ecutioner stands up, walking to ringside, once there, X-ecutioner stops, extending both hans to his sides with his palms facing up, fire comes out from the four turnbuckles, X-ecutioner waits for a moment and then slides under the bottom rope, getting in the ring, X-ecutioner turns around and gets in the middle of the ring, opening his arms again, another set of pyros explode on the rafters, as X-ecutioner gets ready for the match.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, He hails from Los Angeles, California. Standing 6’6”, weighing in at 285lbs, X-ecutioner!

David Sierra:
The man has bulldozed through 5 men in the past month to get to Makaveli, 6 if you count taking out Szaban!

Ed Set:
But he’s definitely going to be biting more than he can chew tonight, There’s no way X is burying the XVI owner, and then leaving us! Then we wont have anything left!

David Sierra:
Besides Serafin.

Ed Set:
Don’t go there!

Ding Ding Ding!

The match is underway, as X immediately tries to go for the big power blows of his fists, but Makaveli scouts it early and locks in a Collar and Elbow tie up, and tries to take a chunk out of X’s ear! X immediately throws him away, and Makaveli continues to try to go after him like a battle cat but gets floored with a Big Boot! Makaveli begins to crawl away, as X now approaches his target, but The Don was feigning and gives him a lowblow! X is hurt now, as the Dons cheap tactics have gained him a momentary advantage. He grabs X’s head and spins around with a nicely timed Tornado DDT!

David Sierra:
I guess you gotta do what you gotta do to take down X!

Makaveli now revels in his current conquest, and goes for a lionsault from the ropes, but X gets the knees up! X comes back to his feet and nails Makaveli straight in the kisser with a running knee to the face! Makaveli now goes down, as X measures him. And when The Don gets back up, he gets floored again with a Polish Hammer! X now has control, and decides to use it effectively by going outside, and grabbing a steal chair! He comes back into the ring, but before he can execute the move, Makaveli gives him a thumb to the eye! X loses the chair, but grabs The Don by the throat, and delivers a nasty Chokeslam onto the chair!

Ed Set:
He’s going to feel that in the morning!

X now is already looking to finish the boss, but coming down the ramp, it’s the Hands of God! Tetsujin and Janochen! Tetsujin distracts X up on the apron, but before he can get grabbed, Janochen grabs X from behind and levels him with a full nelson slam! Tetsujin jumps over the top rope and hits a stalling elbow drop to his chest as well! As Janochen now begins to pummel X in the corner, Tetsujin grabs another chair, and they both take chairs and deliver a devastating Con-Chair-To to X! With Makaveli now getting back up, all three men begin to drag the seemingly lifeless X to the grave site. Janochen tosses the man into the hole, as Tetsujin now looks to control the lift. But Makaveli says no! He says he wants to do it.

David Sierra:
This is sick! A triple team assault on X, with The Don revealing his new body guards. This is sickening. He said he had a surprise for us all, but I never expected this!

But as Tetsujin is getting out of the lift, neither he nor Makaveli sees that Janochen is no where to be found. Makaveli doesn’t take any notice, but Tetsujin looks into the hole, and before he can scream anything, he gets dragged down their too! X is creeping up the left side away from cameras view, as well as the view of Makaveli! X climbs up, and there is a brief struggle from the seating of the lift, and we here 3 distinct clankings of skull on metal, and Makaveli drops down into the hole as well! X-ecutioner wastes no time, and pulls the trigger! Mounds of dirt fall all over the place, and Makaveli becomes buried with his henchman! X-ecutioner has done it!

Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Cabrera:
And here is your winner, X-ecutioner!

David Sierra:
How the hell? Makaveli has just been buried alive!

Ed Set:
That sneaky bastard! He just buried our owner!

David Sierra:
What are we to do now Ed?

Ed Set:
I guess sit back and watch the main event doofus brains!

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is your Main Event of The Evening! And is for the Xtreme Vicious Intent World Championship!

Ed Set:
Here we go Davey Boy! This match in itself has been building up for months!

David Sierra:
It was originally scheduled to be Kid Jack in the ring tonight, but a reverse decision has now tied Szaban into the mix! I would say this is a rubber match, but neither of these guys truly have an honest to god victory over the other! Its going to be chaos!

Ed Set:
Xtreeeeeeme Chaos!!!

Just then, footsteps can be heard over the PA system. The footsteps continue to grow louder and louder, as if they were getting closer. 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 black locks drape 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:
Introducing first, representing Serafin, he hails from St. Johns, New Foundland. Standing 6’4”, weighing in at 234lbs, he earned this opportunity by winning the Ultimate Assault Match, He is Jordaaaan “Bullet Proof” Glaaasssss!!!

Ed Set:
One word comes to mind for this man, The Best.

David Sierra:
That’s two words….

Ed Set:
Point is the mans got twelve wins, six draws, zero losses. The only known undefeated man in XVI! And with a powerful faction like Serafin behind him, Szaban stands no chance.

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~
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.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, he hails from Worcester, Massachusetts. Standing 6’2”, weighing in at 221lbs. He earned this opportunity by defeating Jihad Sullivan in a Hell in a Cell. He is “The Champion of Champions” Szzzzaaabaaaannnn!!!

Ed Set:
And this man right here is a no good cheat! First he’s supposed to be sidelined with a career ending injury, and then he comes back, and takes Kid Jacks spot as the second challenger for the title, it aint fair Dave.

David Sierra:
But I am sure damn glad he is back! Szaban single handedly in the last two weeks decimated Serafin and has given the fans hope that they are not unstoppable, I hope he shuts Jordans mouth once and for all, giving glory back to that title!

Ding Ding Ding!

The action already starts heavy hitting as Szaban is sliding in the ring Jordan jumps him with heavy forearms to the back of the neck, Szaban pushes Glass out of the way and hits a nice superkick to the jaw as Jordan tries to advance on him again. Szaban bounces off the ropes, which Jordan ducks, coming back around Jordan leap frogs his foe, once again coming Jordan tries to monkey flip Szaban, who lands on his feet and keeps going! And when he gets back around again he gets leveled by Jordan Glass with a Shining Wizard Kick!

Ed Set:
Ouch! Jordan takes charge of that impressive running exchange.

David Sierra:
Doesn’t matter if your 150lbs or 300lbs, if they scrape their shin across your face, your going to feel it bad!

Jordan now taunts towards the audience, some cheer for the sake of the spot, but others boo heavily at the Serafin leader. With Szaban down Jordan Glass goes for more impressive moves going for a standing shooting star press, but Szaban gets the knees up! Bullet Proof ricochets away into the corner holding his mid section, as Szaban now regains himself, and hits a stalling dropkick to the face of Jordan Glass! He rolls around in pain as now Szaban taunts towards the audience, getting as big a pop as ever.

David Sierra:
Already we are seeing some impressive spots here, I wonder how its going to end up?

Szaban picks up Jordan Glass by the hair, and stares right into his blue orblike eyes, and tells him “You are Going to get Dropped!” and goes for a Russian Leg Sweep, but Jordans determination escapes the hold with Szabans back to Glass, which he takes full advantage of lifting him into a Burning Hammer position! The fans are going “Whoaaa” up until the big drop but Szaban wiggles out again! He tries to get Jordan with a DDT, but Jordan once again scouting the move spins around, his an atomic drop, which stuns his opponent long enough so that he lifts up the Burning Hammer, runs to the other side of the ring and runs up the second turnbuckle before finally crushing his opponent with a massive Middle Rope Burning Hammer! He goes for a cover on Szaban.

One…
Two…
Thre-Kickout!

Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

David Sierra:
Somehow Somehow Somehow! Szaban kicks out!

Ed Set:
Watch it Dave, we’re not in Philadelphia.

David Sierra:
Where are we by the way?

Ed Set:
Good point…I’ll shut up now.

Jordan Glass, the referee, and the fans watching at home simply cannot believe how Szaban was able to kick out of the massive spot! Jordan Glass decides to use the injured neck to his advantage now, and locks in a Camel Clutch submission! Szaban perks up into life with pain spread across his eyes and brow, frantically telling the referee he is not tapping! Jordan Glass tries to move the hold a little more towards the middle of the ring, which ends up being his downfall because of the released pressure of the move Szaban rolls under his legs and out of the tangles mesh of body parts we see Szaban emerging with a Sharpshooter! Jordan holds himself up with his hands. Making the hold look like its wrenching his lower back even further, but this position gives him a chance to crawl over to the ropes and get the rope break! Which Szaban cleanly releases.

David Sierra:
Great back and forth action here, I am already satisfied with this match!

Ed Set:
Don’t get too comfortable Dave, we might have more to come!

Now with both men back to their feet, the fans are clapping their hands in appreciation.

This is Awesome! This is Awesome! This is Awesome!

They circle each other, and Jordan tries to go for a backside waistlock, Szaban goes around with one of his own, and we have a whirlibird going on here with both men trying to gain a position, which Jordan finally gains control with a quick snap German Suplex onto Szaban. He gets back up and delivers a headscissors to Bullet Proof, who shoulder rolls the fall again and they lock up! Jordan takes down his opponent again with an arm drag holding on into an arm bar, Szaban takes him down with a head scissors again, they both kip up, and Szaban lands a neckbreaker, which Jordan holds onto his head, and lifts both competitors back up! And hits a BP Drop on Szaban! That could be it! Jordan hooks the leg for another cover.

One…
Two…
Thr-Kickout!!

Ed Set:
Jesus what does a guy have to do in order to beat Szaban around here!

Jordan Glass now sits back up, and begins punking Szaban with slaps to the head. The fans are trying to will him back into the match, as Jordan pushes him into a corner getting ready for the Spinal Fragments.

Szaban! Szaban! Szaban! XVI! XVI! XVI!

Jordan props up his helpless foe up on the top rope, and gets ready to launch into the air with his target, but just as he leaps off the top rope for the Spinal Fragments, Szaban rolls over his head and hits a sick looking reverse neckbreaker! Jordan falls in a heap to the mat, as Szaban holds his back thighs due to the landing, but it must have been well worth it to the fans!

Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

David Sierra:
Great wrestling, great spots, great emotions, and great reactions! This is what XVI stands for!

Ed Set:
I thought it was 16…

David Sierra:
Just…shut up.

Both men now are struggling to get up, Szaban gets up first, with Jordan Glass trailing behind him, obviously hurt tremendously from the impact of that neckbreaker. Szaban has even more brutal plans for Jordan Glass, as he props him up the turnbuckle for another high impact offense. But as Szaban looks for a superplex, Jordan Glass seems to be fighting back with desperation fists! He holds onto Szaban, and it looks as if he is going to hit The Spinal Fragments to the outside! And bah gawd they launch into the air outside the ring and crash and burn and just about die from that AMAZING impact!!! Both challengers are completely broken and battered on the outside, the referee has no choice but to count to 10, and that’s all she wrote!

Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen, the official has informed me, that due to both competitors unable to continue the match, this contest is A DRAW!

Ed Set:
What?! No smurfin way!

David Sierra:
That’s my line! A Draw?! Damnit it all these fans paid to see a clean finish for once between these two! How in the hell are we EVER going to get a definitive champion!

But just then, the referee is whispering something in Cabreras ear, and he makes the following announcement.

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has informed me that this match WILL CONTINUE! Until we have a definitive winner!

David Sierra:
Holy mother of god!

Ed Set:
Can they even continue at this rate?!

During all this commotion, the challengers have both been able to get up, albeit very slowly. Before an immediate brawl starts out, they both decide to just roll into the ring to finish this once and for all. Both men have Xtreme hate in their eyes, and want to finish the other once and for all.

It starts off with a generic uninspired brawling, both trying to get the other off his feet with heavy blows, but then Szaban performs the proverbial, i-block-your-punch-you-dont-block-mine routine, and begins backing Jordan up into the corner. The Stamina of these two men is frightening. Jordan tries to regain the momentum with a lariat, but Szaban grabs his arm and a handful of hair and slams the back of Bulllet Proofs head against his knee! He brings him back up, and lifts up Jordan Glass for the Full Moon! But wait, Jordan Glass tucks under and rolls them both into an Inside Cradle! Both shoulders are down as the referee tries to determine what to do, and does the only thing he can and counts.

One...
Two...
Three!!!

Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Cabrera, as well as the entire world, seems utterly stunned, another Draw? What does this mean? The referee shakes his head in embarrassment and whispers again into Cabreras ear, Cabrera looks confused but makes the announcement anyway.

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies...and gentlemen. The referee has informed me that due to neither competitor being able to finish the other in a satisfactory manner, i have been informed to make this decision.

The Winner of The Match, AND NEEEEW XVI World Heavyweight Champion!

















Jordan "Bullet Proof Glass!








AND Szaban!!!!!


David Sierra:
What the holy mother of fuck!!!!!!!

Ed Set:
Impossible!!!!!

Eric Cabrera:
Both men are now to be considered, Co-Holders of the World Championship!

David Sierra:
That is huge!!!!

Ed Set:
That is Xtreme!!!

David Sierra:
Bah gawd what an unpredictable, what an amazing, what an Xtreme Decision! This will change the face of XVI forever! How so? Tune in to Side Effect to find out! Good Night Everybody!

End Show.

[Makaveli The Don]