The Duffel Bag...

[The VNB]

Just mere moments after the commercial break ends...

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...

David ~ Fans, Welcome back! It is now time for what most of you have been waiting for! We are now, Just moments away from the entrance of the winner of the mind-blowing "Dream Match", Jihad "The Devil" Sullivan!

Ed ~ I know this is most certainly what I have been waiting for. Perhaps now, We will finally get some answers on just what in the hell transpired at Highway To Hell!

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...

David ~ So, Just what do you think is in that duffel bag?

Ed ~ Why it is money of course, Makaveli paid Jihad to take out Szaban, Simple as that!

Finally, As the smoke, And the lights begin to clear. The man himself, Jihad "The Devil" Sullivan steps to center stage. As the fans in attendance rain down a thunderous amount of "boos" at Jihad, Jihad simply smirks and forgoes his usual entrance, And begins to make his way to the ring. You see, That Jihad is limping badly, And has several bandages across his head due to his battle with Szaban. You also see, That in Jihad's hand... Is the now infamous large red duffel bag.

As Jihad continues to make his way to the ring, Ring announcer Scott Garrett sees him coming, And wisely drops the microphone in the middle of the ring, And then quickly exits the other side of the ring just as Jihad slides under the bottom ring rope...

David ~ Knowing how evil this man is, He may not give us any answers to what we all want to know!

Finally, Once in the ring. Jihad takes the duffel bag and lays it at his feet. And then, Reaching down and picking up the discarded microphone, And then very slowly brings it to his lips and...

Jihad ~ I am very sure, All you fans in attendance now think I am simply out here at this moment to gloat. And do you know what? You would be... Exactly right!

Just as I said it would, The Myth, The Legend of one so called "Champion Of Champion's", Came to a screeching halt tonight at my hands. At this very moment, My best guess is Matthew Szaban is at St. Mary's Hospital in traction.

However, I will give him this much. It was a war, And he did put up a valiant effort. But in the end, My light, My greatness... Simply put, He just could not overcome it. So much for the claim of Jihad Sullivan being too old, Washed up, And over the hill... The point being, I became The XVI World Champion, My 8th World Championship. And thus, I cemented my claim. As being the greatest Professional Wrestler... Of all time.

And then, With a large smirk upon his face...

Jihad ~ And now, Being the man of magnificence that I am. I would like to send a special message out to one Matthew Szaban. Matt, Do you remember about a week ago, When you and I stood toe to toe and I made the comment that from this day forward, I would be known as "The Champion Of Champion's"? Well, You know what? I have decided, You can keep that moniker if you would like. Simply because... I proved one thing at Highway To Hell that can not be disputed. And that one thing is... I am indeed...

THE ALMIGHTY RULER OF ALL!

And the outraged fans continue to boo wildly, Jihad continues to smile...

Jihad ~ And now, I am sure you are all wanting some type of explanation of what transpired last night between the great President Makaveli and myself. So, Here is the deal. All you simpletons... Be sure to listen closely.

As I told you all since day one, I never had any desire to hold The XVI World Championship. I told you all, A win over the great Szaban, It worth more to me than any Championship. So, Myself knowing this was a Title match, And that I would indeed defeat Szaban... I saw an opportunity, And I took full advantage of it.

You see, I went to Mr. Makaveli, And we struck up a very special deal. I would give him, Something he wanted, Where as he would give me something that I wanted. Now.. Are you people following me so far?

After defeating Szaban, I not only relinquished The World Championship to Makaveli. I crowned, The NEW World Champion! That is right fools, None other than the great Makaveli is your XVI World Champion!

And the fans boo madly, Jihad continues...

Jihad ~ And Makaveli... Presented me... With these.

Finally, At long last... Jihad bends down, And slowly unzips the large red duffel bag. And then carefully, Reaching deep within the bad. Jihad then pulls out... Two very large gold Championship Titles, And drapes them both across his shoulders!

Ed ~ What in the hell are those!

David ~ I have no idea... Wait, Ed... My God! Those Titles read... XVI World Tag Team Championship! What in the hell is going on here!?

The smirk now on Jihad's face, Is as large as ever as he pats both Titles...

Jihad ~ And now... You know. You see, I have been a World, Elite, Hardcore, Extreme and dozens of other Champions. However, I have never held a Tag Team Championship... Until now.

Ed ~ Bloody Hell! The VNB is now in possession of The Tag Team Championship?! Then who in the hell is his partner!

Jihad ~ People find it somewhat remarkable that with my long partnership with Michael Gordy, That I have yet to wear Tag Team gold... But that all changes... Now.

Jihad then takes one of the gold titles draped across his shoulder, And holds it out in front of him and continues.

Jihad ~ So I guess, That only leaves one question now, Correct? I guess you would all like to know who my partner is? Well... Truth be told, I have none. Hell, The way I saw it, Who can beat me for these? Tylenol and Advil or whatever the hell their names are? Please... I could defeat both of those pathetic fools blindfolded... But alas, As the rules state, I need to find a partner, And I aim to do just that, At this very moment!

David ~ This, Just keeps getting stranger and stranger...

Jihad ~ Now, Their is only one person that I can even think of, That has the extreme talent to form a tag team with yours truly. And that person is, None other than one half... Of the rightful owners of these Championship Titles.

Ed ~ He cant be talking about...??

Jihad ~ This one person, Led their team... THE DOA! To The XWWA and WCXF Tag Team Championships! This one person, Made The DOA into the most feared Tag Team in the history of Professional Wrestling! And this one person, Did all of these achievements... Singlehanded! Without the help of their "Maggot" of a partner!

That is correct, The person I am speaking of is "The Fallen Angel" herself... The Dark Halo!

David ~ MY GOD! This is huge!

Ed ~ Yeah... I am sure Corpse is just going to love that introduction...

Jihad then takes one off The Championships, And lays it on the ground before him. Then, Looking towards the backstage area...

Jihad ~ Halo, I have been told you are backstage at this very moment. So now, The Ruler Of ALL, Would like to request your presence... You game for that?

Jihad then takes a small step back, Crosses his arms... And waits...

David ~ My God! This is huge! So in essence, Jihad gave up the World Title, For the Tag Team Titles, Which is the only title he has never held!

Ed ~ And now he is calling out The DOA's own Halo, This is huge! But what if she says no! But more importantly, What if she says yes!

Meanwhile, The fans sit in a frenzied state, To see if Halo herself, Makes her appearance....

Reply Halo?

["One Taste" Poison]

|z|.And now you need me more then ever.|z|

|z| Neither to lead, nor to follow. I am a predator now boy, No one controls me.|z|

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...A Twizted Mind Production... [/color]
As i captivate you with my words, my darling child you must read with care.[/color]

...Scene Opens...
As Jihad stands watching the entrance ramp patiently; Silence hits the arena.. No mutter from the crowd.. No ringing from the bell...No thud from the mat... Total.. and complete...silence.

The crowd look from one other.. wanting to speak, but the words just wont come from their soft lips. Time ticks away slowly.. Jihad peering round the crowd, eyes sharply passing from each face to the next. He carefully raises the mic to his rough lips.. as they slowly.. turn blue?.. He takes a deep breath, breathing out as a harsh layer of smoke flows from his mouth. His body covered in goose bumps as the temperature plummets drastically in the arena… The devil looks down at his skin, then back up at the entrance ramp, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. Crowd members peer upon each others puzzled faces, searching for an answer, but alas, finding nothing.

The fans begin to light lighters, as the lights begin to dim themselves.. The technicians going wild, running around the back, trying to fix the problem.. but this chaos has already run its course.. the chaos cannot be avoided this time...

..As the arena sits in total darkness, and unbearable temperatures, the P.A system begins to ring.. Then Suddenly...

...Knock...Knock..Knock...Knock...

The Disciples roar, screaming. As the knocking continues, the crowd stamp their feet along.. Fifty Thousand feet thudding on the hard concrete floor all at the same time.. The arena shakes… quivers and crumbles as the thuds get louder… louder... The thunderous sound blistering through the arena. Jihad stands in the ring, grinning evilly as he watches this marvelous scene unfold before him.

An old man glows on the titan tron, an almost holy light surrounding him as he smiles... His old wrinkly face telling stories of unbelievable triumph, pain and anger. He clears his throat, getting the crowds attention immediately.. They continue stomping their feet as the old man raises his arms. He chuckles speaking.. His voice husky and deep.

†±: Old Man :±†
" And in your hand, you hold her glory… Her child which she made desirable..."

The crowd roar, their feet slowly not stamping anymore. Fifty Thousand eyes glaring at the titan tron painfully searching for The One and Only's silhouette. The old mans eyes are grey.. Clouded. Dismal to the world, but to those few who looked deeper.. They are valiant and aweless... The eyes of a fighter. He smiles letting out a cocky chuckle eyes glaring down the camera lens harshly.. The crowd rendered speechless as this old mans remorseless eyes creeping over their bodies, sending raw shivers down their spines.

†±: Old Man :±†
".. Carrying that gold on her shoulder may not seem like a heavy task, yet the legend which it holds is almost crippling..."

The man chuckles, blinking his eyes slowly.

†±: Old Man :±†
"..The legend of the Creeping death… Of her only glory… Of her fallen partner… These burdens of greatness she must carry, she must hold upright with every blistering step she takes..."
He gently moves his hand over his stubbled chin and down his neck, breathing in heavily through his nose. He shakes his head slowly eyes closing gently.

†±: Old Man :±†
"..The pain thriving throughout her body, stinging!... Oh what a beautiful sadist she has become..."
Opening his eyes slowly, the crowd gasp.. His once grey eyes are now white.. Pure.. Sickening white. He chuckles sinisterly.

†±: Old Man :±†
".. The pain that should be her demise makes her only more stronger! Makes her cunning, fearless, agile, unforgiving… ruthless...."
He stands lifting his arms out straight beside him... slowly backing away.

†±: Old Man :±†
"..The agony which should kill her..."

His face begins to age rapidly… becoming nothing more then skin hanging from the very bone... His eyes stay white, venom swirling in his evil glare. A black cross slowly forms behind him, his arms and legs molded into the cross as he stands, helpless. Some crowd members scream is dismay as others raise the horns high in the air. Jihad watches on….

†±: Old Man :±†
".. makes it all worth while."

He begins to breathe heavily, his chest moving fiercely back and fourth. Looking up towards the black night sky, he drags out a blood curdling scream from deep within, wrenching the guts of each and every crowd member as they watch on, flinching at this very site. The mans body slowly begins to decompose, every second of this terrifying sight being caught on tape... His skin taints to black, slowly falling to the floor like strips of leather... His muscles change to yellow, dropping to the floor slowly... His white eyes roll back into his skull, blood so crimson it almost appears black, oozing from his mouth, dripping down his bones and slowly… drip… drip… dripping to the ground beneath him. As the shell of a once proud man, lay there on the floor slowly fading to dust... A raven’s crow echoes through the arena, ringing through the walls, and ears of the fans. A evil chuckle flows through the arena, as a husky British accent slowly and quietly speaks over the p.a system.

†±:That Voice:±†
"...Make it worth my while Devil..."

The crowd go wild! Drumming their feet on the concrete once more... Millions and Millions of voices chanting 'Knock' in unison. As the center stage erupts into a circles of blazing flames, that roar fiercely... the titan tron fills of images of this single.. Red… Headed… Diva. Her dark eyes full of malevolence and spite as she battles her way through the pitiful excuses of wrestlers. A ravens crow echoes through the arena alarming the tremendous bellow of 'Surfacing' By Slipknot as the millions of fans scream, raising the horns.. As the whole arena from floor to the outstandingly high ceiling clouds with a thick, husky black smoke, the crowd flick on their lighters, still stamping their feet.

Jihad tilts his head to the side slowly, viewing this amazing scene with great interest.

Raising from the pit of flames, eyes glaring evilly over the mass of fans who all cheer to such an amount, it rings in one's ears days later...The One and Only.. Dark HalO. As the flames burn around her, they illuminate her sensual body and face, her eyes piercing into jihads flesh, almost reading his every thought. She clenches her fist tightly, rubbing her thumbs over her bent fingers, feeling every last heartbeat through her veins, keeping her fearless, aggressive and demoniac. She smiles sinisterly, closing her eyes, listening to the cheers, the knocking... and the heart thundering stamping. She smiles evilly, beating her chest three times and throwing the horns up into the air, proudly. A wave of hands shoot up into the air, one after the other, each one holding the horns high into the air. The crowd scream loudly as HalO steps through the flames with her head held high, eyes drilling violently into The Devil. Her long black leather jacket, swings side to side at her feet, covering her intimidating black boots, and alluringly perfect body. As she jumps onto the apron, her eyes drill into jihad before peering round the crowd at her fans. By the expression written all over her face, it is clear what this women wants.. and how she is going to achieve it. Determined, Intelligent and Staggeringly agile, this women has become a name for everyone to both respect and flinch upon it being mentioned.

She climbs into the ring, walking right up to Jihad. HalO raises her eyebrow slowly, a sick grin spreading onto her face. Slowly, she slides the mic from Jihads cold hand, stepping back, eyes never flinching away.

†±:The Queen Of Obscene:±†
"... Do you realize how many laws this must go against? ..."

Jihad raises his eyebrow slightly as HalO continues.

†±:The Queen Of Obscene:±†
"... These people watching at home, the people surrounding us now Jihad… The thought must have never crossed their mind. The idea that The Devil and The fallen angel would be standing in this ring, face to face, without exchanging a single blow..."

She takes a step closer to Jihad, whispering slightly.

†±:The Queen Of Obscene:±†
"... The very concept of two mortal enemies standing face to face in the ring with no hostility in the air seems absurd...."

HalO grins slightly.

†±:The Queen Of Obscene:±†
"... But then to add in the equation of the tag team titles?... To merge the idea of.. us being tag team champions… Jihad, you must yourself even admit it is slight ludicrous...."

Jihads eyes flicker over HalO, trying to read her. Examining her long crimson hair as it brushes gently against her back, her deadly hazel eyes as they shimmer in the arena lights… that crimson corset, laced perfectly at the front hugging, gripping, accentuating that seductive body… and those black PVC pants which are almost like a second skin.

HalO takes another step closer, Looking up at the devil.

†±:The Queen Of Obscene:±†
"...Your evil Jihad… Your sadistic… You take what you want from whom ever may be in your way... "

HalO grins.

†±:The Queen Of Obscene:±†
"... And im ruthless… A malevolent Machiavellian..."

HalO tilts her head to the side, stepping closer.

†±:The Queen Of Obscene:±†
"...It’d be pure evil expecting two vile souls like ourselves to rule over this federation..."

She whispers, her rich British accent spine tingling in every possible way. Jihad stands… seemingly listening to her every word.

†±:The Queen Of Obscene:±†
"... We would be unstoppable my dear child… We would be feared by even the bravest of men. Those stupid enough to stand before us would tremble themselves into a puddle… their eyes flooding with tears… As they realize they may not even walk away from their fate. "

The crowd roar with these words, slamming their feet hard on the concrete… Jihad grins, chuckling slightly. HalO grins at Jihad, whispering.

†±:The Queen Of Obscene:±†
"... And in your hand, you hold my glory… My child which i made desirable ..."

She smiles evilly.

†±:The Queen Of Obscene:±†
"... Carrying that gold on my shoulder may not seem like a heavy task, yet the legend which it holds is almost crippling..."

Raising her eyebrow, she steps closer to jihad.

†±:The Queen Of Obscene:±†
"..... Oh what a beautiful sadist i have become..."

Grinning, HalO stands in front of Jihad, their bodies so very close to touching..[/b][/center]

[The VNB]

Looking at "The Fallen Angel", From head to toe, Carefully examining every inch, Every curve of her body. Jihad once again, Slowly brings the microphone to his lips once more...

Jihad ~ So tell me my dear, Just how many laws does this go against? Or tell me, Does it really even matter? You know very well, The dogmatic laws of these fools do not apply to us, They do not apply to "The King and Queen" Of The Night...

With microphone still hand, Still with their bodies ever so close. Jihad then slowly reaches out, Towards Halo's face. A lone piece of her crimson hair covers her face, Which Jihad slowly brushes away. Making sure, His hand slightly brushes over her cheek as he does so...

Jihad ~ We would be, Unstoppable. The XVI, Would quake in our shadow. And those that showed the nerve to oppose us, Would be enlightened with a baptism of pain, The likes of which they would never have dreamed possible...

My dear, I guess there is only one question left, That needs to be asked. And that question is... What do you get, When you cross The DOA, With The VNB?

Jihad still looking into Halo's hazel eyes, He suddenly turns... And looks out over the crowd, As if he is awaiting some type of answer... One, That he never receives. The crowd, Is silenced... They seem to be in total shock of what they are witnessing.

And then, Abruptly... Jihad raises one of The Gold Championship's high into the air with his right hand...

And then slowly, Most methodically, Jihad then makes his way to where he is now standing behind "The Falling Angel", Carefully brushing his body against her own as he does so.

Now, With Halo still standing, Looking forward... Jihad then from behind, Pressing against her body, Slowly... Reaches both arms around Halo's waist... And places The XVI Championship in its rightful place, And clasps it tight.

Finally, Making his way to where he once again stands in front of Halo, He again brings the microphone to his lips and...

Jihad ~ I do believe that belongs to you my dear... Oh, And as to my question...

Still looking deep into Halo's eyes... Jihad just simply shrugs...

Jihad ~ Truthfully... I have no idea what you get when you cross The DOA with The VNB. However, I do know this much... Something Wicked This Way Comes...

And then, Finally taking a step back from Halo, Jihad extends his hand and... ?

Jihad ~ And My Fallen Angel?

Reply Halo?

[wolfe]

"The Devil" Jihad Sullivan and "The Queen of Chaos" Dark Halo stand in the ring as the crowd grows anxious waiting for the final agreement that would form the most dominant tag team champion duo in the history of professional wrestling.

"Can you believe this Ed?! Jihad and Halo as the XVI tag team champions. Nobody will be able to stop them!" Exclaims an excited Dave.

Ed is on the edge of his seat as he is intently locked in on the alliance that will undoubtedly open Pandora's Box.

"David I do not like where this is going." Says a very concerned Ed.

Halo shares an evil smirk with Jihad as she raises her mic. But is interupted by a frightening howl.

"No it isn't, is it?!?!" Ed said, as he looks toward the ramp and curtain overlooking anything that could possibly transpire in the ring.

And with that the entire building is taken over by darkness. The crowd screams as the XVItron lights up and a full-moon is shown, which immediately draws boos and deragetory comments towards the one they are about to see. A loud howl is heard as two white wolves slowly make their way to opposite sides of the stage. The wolves sit and stare into the ring, they are sitting and snarling at "The Devil" and "The Queen of Chaos" both have a questioned look upon their face as to what is going on and what business this person may have with them. The crowd begins to start the 'Szaban' chants but as soon as they do they are drowned out by the sounds of rolling thunder. The crowd quiets down as the stage and ramp becomes an instant lightning field, with bolts blasting down every few seconds, four bolts strike the turnbuckles now causing Jihad and Halo to gaze at one another with a sense of bewilderment. The full moon on the XVItron starts pulsing as the new yet familiar blood red words slowly appear then fade away.

Time takes a toll
Life takes a toll
We work and we fight to reach our goals
When we fail where we thought we would stand tall
You must stand up
One will rise back to their feet
A being will not be allowed to fail
The comeback will be made
And this time...
This time the Devil will be smashed by the Hand of God
Let it all begin...

LET US BEGIN WITH THE FULL MOON




The crowd is silenced as they hear the last of the narrative. The Wolves get up and walk to the middle of the stage, the lights are still completely out as a faint red and yellow light illuminates the stage and ramp. A deep thick fog rolls in consuming the arena as loud grown man's scream is heard and is followed by a howling wolf, just then "The Enemy" by Godsmack hits the speaker system like a canon and Wolfe is raised from the middle of the stage. A mixed cheer/boo combination rain down upon him, but seemingly with no affect as Wolfe is facing the moon with his arms streched out ignoring whatever reaction the world has to his presence. Wolfe turns around and glares through his hair that is covering his face. He looks left then right, and proceeds down the walkway. Wolfe stands with his eyes locked on to only Jihad. Wolfe slowly allows his stern look to slide away as his expression turns to a smirk

Ed stands up and excitedly looks down at David, "You don't think that Wolfe is going to join Jihad do you? I mean everyone knows the hatred that they both share for Szaban."

"That can not happen. If this were to become the new VnB we would not have anybody to take them out. The XVI would be held hostage and we are left with no S.W.A.T. team to challenge them." Cries a very worried David.

Wolfe scans the arena, not having the slightest clue of what to make of his upcoming comments. Wolfe see's that the arena contained the most peculiar mix of fans he had ever seen. Wolfe has a very personal realization that he is deep within Szaban territory and knows that everyone here is hoping deep within their hearts that Szaban explodes from behind the curtains weilding a baseball bat and takes the three out. 'Talk about overwhelmed' Wolfe thought. The warmth that was filling his body felt good, but something about the gazing eyes sent chills through his body. He felt like he was witnessing the rebirth of his own being.

"Did he come out here to look around, and to be seen himself or does he have something to say?" David questions.

Wolfe looks into the ring "Jihad tonight you are standing tall, standing cocky and confident moreso than ever before. However tonight I have a message to give to you." He says.

The crowd looks at the three and wonder 'Where is Szaban?' But alas no Champion of Champions will be seen here tonight, and they begin to get that feeling but are apeased as they receive a different message than they thought they would receive.

Wolfe smiles as he looks between the two who would be XVI Champions. "You know it is very strange for me to be standing here delivering the message because of what it means. But I am strong enough to admit when I was wrong and that means that one man was right."

The crowd gets excited as a small "Szaban" chant starts to break out.

"Now Jihad you may have gone to war with Szaban the Champion of Champions, but that is far from over. The battle was won by you, but there is no white flag being raised over his camp and let me tell you 'Devil' the man is coming back for you."

The crowd then explodes into cheers and Wolfe finally acknowledges the reaction as the two white Wolves howl along with the Szaban fan base.

"It's over? Szaban and Wolfe have not been seen near one another since their match ended in a draw, but has the beef been settled?" Questions David.

"That is all there is for you Jihad. You and the harlot that stands by your side can have all the glory and spotlight that you desire. But you have been warned that Szaban is on his way back, his wounds are healing and his bandages are coming off. You delivered the Holy War now Szaban is prepared to not only drop you but deliver the God Hand. Jihad is exactly what you can expect because you are not going to know when or where but soon.. soon Szaban is going to strike and when he does you will be resting on your knees in front of the man who still sits in your throne." Wolfe says as he turns to walk back up the walkway.

"Szaban is healed? Wolfe is his ally? Jihad has an even bigger target on his back? What about Makaveli and the World Championship? So many questions but apparently they will only be answered when Szaban comes back to the ring," David states.

The crowd cheers and starts chanting "Szaban," and a few are howling as Jihad and Halo are left standing in the ring each with frustrated and puzzled looks on their faces.

["One Taste" Poison]

|z|. And you automatically assume about me...|z|

|z|…. That shall be your biggest mistake.|z|

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...A Twizted Mind Production... [/color]

This will only take a moment, however you shall never forget it.[/color]
...Scene Opens...
HalO watches the coward walk away from the statements he has just oozed into the arena. Her eyes burning intensely into his back, almost thinning his skin and setting his soul on fire. She chuckles, grinning slightly with a raised eyebrow. She looks over to Jihad, licking her top lick slightly, then back towards Wolfe raising the mic to her lips. Her voice flowing with such intense passion, her voice spiked with that sultry rich British accent.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…This poor little boy must be lost and confused… "

The grin slowly disappears from HalO’s face as she steps closer to the ropes in front of her. Her hazel, demonic eyes never flinching, not even for a second.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…But, how I question his intentions… "

Moving her long crimson hair over her shoulder, HalO leans on the ropes, watching Wolfe slow his pace.


| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…Surely this child wouldn’t have just come out here… Just with the soul purpose in mind to tell us of Szaban’s… Well… "

HalO gestures her hands towards Jihad, however, never once taking her eyes from the now stationary Wolfe.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…To tell you Jihad, of Szaban’s … comeback, shall we say. "

Wolfe dosen't move from his assumed position at the top of the ramp.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…I admire your courage… Must have taken some balls to get in the ring with The Devil and The Queen of Kaos with pure innocence in mind. "

HalO raises her eyebrow again.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…But… You got a little bit…too cocky there, didn’t you child? "

HalO grins evilly at Wolfe, the Disciples in the arena sitting on the edge of their seat.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…A million thoughts must have been running through your head dear boy, A million thoughts all scattered across your mind. The tense atmosphere which surrounded you, your throat becoming dry… and you, for some reason, almost forgetting to breathe… "

Jihad takes a step forward, eyes flicking from The crowd, to Wolfe. HalO doesn’t flinch. Her eyes never leave Wolfe as she watches his every fidget and every shuffle. Her voice now almost a whisper as she speaks directly to him.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…In the midst of all the chaos child, you seem to have… sealed your fate… "

The disciples begin to light lighters around the arena.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…To you I may just be a harlot… Some ones little whore to do what they please with… "

More lighters fly up, Jihad grinning, chuckling as the scene unfolds.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"… But that just proves how very little you know… "

She grins evilly, her voice now becoming louder.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…I bet even Matthew is sitting at home right now, hand over his face, so fucking embarrassed and shocked for what you have just done… "

HalO takes a step back, her gold shimmering, glowing as the lighters around the arena flood the air. She grins evilly, that sadistic glow in her eyes brighter then it has been in a long time.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…And you thought you were wrong about someone before child … "

Wolfe’s back still disrespecting HalO as he never once chooses to turn to face her. HalO smiles… knowing he has been listening very closely.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…Well.. How about I show you just how ruthless this “Harlot” can be? … "

She raises her eyebrow, her Leather jacket hanging from her shoulders as she looks so desirable in this flame lit arena.



|z|.One you shall never forget..|z| [/b][/center]

[The VNB]

The fans are now in total awe of what they are witnessing. The new formed "Unholy Union" of Jihad Sullivan and The Dark Halo. And now... The now obvious formation of a new tag team power of Wolfe and Szaban. The crowd continues to cheer, As Halo continues to glare at Wolfe.

For the past few moments, Jihad has sat patiently in the background. And then, Finally... He takes a step forward and places his hand on Halo's shoulder as if to tell her to "Calm down". And then, He moves to where is now standing side by side with "The Queen Of Chaos".

And then, His eyes locked on Wolfe, Jihad slowly begins to raise his arm, Palm up, To where it is now straight out in front of him. Upon doing this, A faint chant of "King and Queen" is heard within the crowd. A large smirk comes over Jihad's face as he slowly continues to slowly raise his hand. And the chants continues to grow... Louder, And louder.... And louder.

Still with a large smirk across his face. Jihad then adjusts his Championship Title that rests on his shoulder. And then, Finally... Slowly brings the microphone to his lips.

Jihad ~ Do you hear that? The mob is demanding... That justice be done.

Never taking his eyes off Wolfe, He continues...

Jihad ~ A Harlot? It amazes me how blithering lesser men seemingly become all jealous when they get within reach of a beautiful woman. Tell me.. What will she be next? A whore? A slut? Or perhaps... Perhaps you are just green with envy. That the beautiful woman that stands next to me... Is standing next to me. And not standing next to yourself.

And then, Quickly taking a step forward and to the side to where he is now standing dead in front of Halo...

Jihad ~ But whatever your reasons are, Make no mistake about it. You ever threaten her, Or disrespect her again. I would have absolutely have no problem whatsoever with ripping your eye balls out of their sockets, And skull fucking you right here in this very ring...

And now, With that happily being said. I now have a question for you... That question being, Just who in the bloody hell are you?

And then, Moving to the side and taking a step back to where he is once again standing next to Halo. He looks her up and down, And then simply shrugs...

Jihad ~ I have no idea who you are, Never heard of you. But perhaps, While Halo and myself were busy head lining card after card, Participating in Main Event after Main Event. You were busy participating in the dark matches, The ones that no one whatsoever even gives a damn about...

As the fans continue to cheer, Awaiting an explosion any moment between the three superstars, Jihad continues...

Jihad ~ Now, Seeing that I have no idea who you are. Could you at least tell me, Why you are even here? Are you Szaban's little messenger boy? Well if you are, Your message makes no sense whatsoever. I mean, Are you here to intimidate us? Scare us? Well personally, I find you pathetic. No... Actually I find you hysterical.

You are here, Announcing this new tag team of you and Szaban, Are going to defeat us? The Unholy Union? Well let me ask you... Just where is your partner?

And then once again, With a very large smirk across his face...

Jihad ~ Oh yes... That is right. He is at the hospital now eating his meals through a straw after I handed him his own ass on a silver platter. Listen to me closely whoever you are. I am in no mood for this. Szaban does not belong in the same ring with someone the caliber of Halo and Myself. And you... You most certainly don't. Belive me when I tell you, You and Szaban, Would have no hope against us. Unless of course, You are wishing to join Mattthew in traction?

And then, Once again stepping forward and to the side to where he is once again standing in front of Halo...

Jihad ~ Now... Go away little messenger boy... Run... Scat... Be gone before I take a step to the side, And let Halo rip you a new ass. And by the way, When you see Szaban... Tell him his get well card is in the mail.

The fans reaction is one of disbelief as Jihad continues to glare at Wolfe awaiting some type of response...

Replies?

[wolfe]

Wolfe begins to laugh as he stands at the top of the rampway. "Tag team partner? Ha I think not, I have stood by Szaban as a tag team champion before and it is something that neither one of us are wanting to do atleast with one another."

"You see I am Szaban's cousin and I have held only one match here in the XVI and that match was enough, everything was resolved and nothing was left to fight out. But Szaban can not be here tonight to tell you that he is still ready for what you promised him, because he is still standing and he is still walking around. You made wild accusations that you would end his career and life, leave a man crushed and lost all of which have proven to be untrue. Jihad you are not the man you claim to be. Jihad is not the great Ruler of All nor is he a Champion of Champions. Jihad is a coward and that is all he has ever been." Wolfe says with a smile

David squirms in his chair as he feels Wolfe has signed his own death warrent with those words. "Wolfe would be wise to choose his next words wisely or Jihad may make good on his other promise in regards to his eye cavities."

"You do not have any need to have heard of me Sullivan, because there is nothing for you to know. But you continue to make bold face lies and continue to believe that you have the backing of the VnB, but if that were true they might not be questioning you as much as they have lately. Maybe your so-called troops have found a new leader, a proud man who they respect because he respects them. That's right Jihad you and your entire universe is controlled by the hands of one man who has played a game with you for seven years. A World Title is not Szaban's life, a loss in a match to you is not humiliating to someone who has nothing left to prove. Remember when playing chess it is sometimes needed to sacrifice the Queen in order to save the King and win the war." Wolfe can be seen smirking as he is attempting not to gloat as he knows what is instore for the Tag Team Champion Jihad.

"A game? So this whole time Szaban has been leading Jihad into something? Szaban has predicted what and how Jihad would react and now Wolfe is here to relay the message for the dethroned Champion." Ed states.

Wolfe looks over the crowd and reads all of the signs asking about Szaban, and claiming Szaban to still be the XVI Champion. "I am going to make this extremely simple for you Jihad, since I know you tend to get confused and turn your confusion into lies so let me give it to you straight. June 20th 2007 King of the Ring is the XVI's biggest Pay Per View all year. Szaban is challenging you and the owner of this company to a handicap Hell in the Cell World Title Match. The man who get's the pin fall will be World Champion, and if Szaban loses he will never compete for the World Title AGAIN!!!"

The crowd's breath gets taken away with the shock of this challenge.

Wolfe looks around and shakes his head as he holds one hand up, "now wait that is not all, Szaban will also officially put up his title of 'Champion of Champions' up for you and reliquish it to you if your team wins."

The crowd begins to boo as they fear this challenge will be accepted and would lead to Szaban never again holding the XVI World Title.

["One Taste" Poison]

|z|. What’s that I can hear?...|z|

|z|…. Some ones still talking..|z|

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...A Twizted Mind Production... [/color]

This will only take a moment, however you shall never forget it.[/color]
HalO glares up at Wolfe, a confused expression on her face.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…Excuse me, But did I fucking miss something?… "

The crowd cheer.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…From what I understand child, From what I saw … "

HalO raises her eyebrow, looking over at Jihad.


| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…This man did every last thing he said he would… "

She grins evilly, eyes hitting Wolfe.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"… He beat Szaban. Jihad became the champion. Szaban can’t be here himself tonight, which.. surely, Would mean he’s afraid, too hurt to show up… or he’s clearly not as bothered about this as you seem to be. "

HalO chuckles slightly.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…Your giving me the impression here boy, that you’re a little sour about losing to a man, which Jihad beat with such ease.. "

She stops, putting her hands on her hips as she glares up at Wolfe. The crowd seemingly agreeing with this dark beauty.

Wolfe goes to speak, but HalO cuts him off.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"… Wait, wait… Before you fill my head with more bullshit, let me finish… "

She walks closer to the ropes in front of her.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…This man has beaten them all. He’s always come out on top. He’s had every title you can imagine…. He will face anyone with passion in his heart and the pin in sight… "

Jihad nods, stepping towards HalO, standing by her side.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…People like you have stepped up so many damn times in these federations, talking shit to one of the greats, thinking because we’ve been around so much longer then you, that we must be past it. That there must be nothing left inside of our ticking hearts for us to throw into this match. No possible way you can lose… "

She grins evilly, whispering.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…Yet… the people like you constantly get dropped, and people like us, still rule over you all… "

The crowd scream loudly, throwing the horns high up in the air.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"… So next time boy, you think about coming down here, and running shit like you should be respected in front of my face… "

HalO’s voice is now louder. She shakes her head, looking down at the Wolfe with complete disgust plastered across her beautiful face.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"… Next time you come down here and flood the air around me with such lies … "

She grins evilly, biting her lip slightly.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"… Next time you even speak near me, my child … "

HalO Stands on the bottom rope, leaning over the top rope, whispering.

| ±†± | ..Dark HalO.. | ±†± |
"…Bienvenido al Infierno… "

And the crowd erupts into such chaotic screams. How long these fans have been waiting to hear those words spoken once more.



|z|.But not for long..|z| [/b][/center]

[The VNB]

The fans in attendance, Continue to boo madly, Shocked beyond belief at the proposal of "The Hell In A Cell" match up... Jihad however, Just stands, With his arms folded in front of him, Staring at Halo... With a very huge, Satisfied smile across his face.

After a moment of this, Jihad just simply hangs his head, And with his right hand rubs his forehead as if he has some type of migraine. After a moment, He then raises his head and slowly turns to look at Halo. And then, With a somewhat disturbed tone...

Jihad ~ Thank you my dear, You summed it up so very well... Now, Do you see what I have to put up with? This is a damn near an every day occurrence for me. Just how many times do I have to proof myself to these inbred fools?

And then, Once again turning to face up the ramp. Jihad opens his mouth to begin to speak... But no words come out. And once again, Jihad just shakes his head, And then once again lowers his head and rubs his temples...

David ~ What in the hell is wrong with him?

Ed ~ Well he is pissed of course! Wolfe is screwing up his and Halo's victory celebration for becoming The Tag Team Champions!

And then finally, Jihad once again raises his head, And looks up towards the ramp in Wolfe's direction.

Jihad ~ At first, I found you simply pathetic. Pathetic gave way to hysterical... Now, I find you nothing more than annoying. Like a tiny little gnat buzzing around my head.

And then suddenly, Taking The XVI Tag Team Championship off his shoulder, And letting it drop to the canvas below. Jihad makes his way to the ring ropes next to Halo, And then continues...

Jihad ~ So, You seem to think you have all the answers, So here is few questions for you. How... Tell me how, You find The Almighty Ruler Of ALL, To be a coward? And just for arguments sake, Let us say that I am.

Well, Me being a coward, Just what in the hell does that make Szaban? Go ahead... Tell me, I am waiting. You say that I make wild accusations, Ok... Tell me one, Just one is all I am asking for. I told the world, I would defeat Szaban easily... And that, Is exactly what I did. I told you all, I would become XVI's new World Champion, And again... I held true to my word. I told you all... I would end the career of one Matthew Szaban... And again, I don't see him here, Do you? Obviously... I hurt the boy pretty damn bad, Or we would be here listening to him yammer on, Instead of yourself.

A coward... I... Am a coward? And again, I ask you... What does that make Szaban. The sorrowful fool is too much of a coward, To even come out here and challenge me himself. He has to send his little message boy... Do you know what that tells me, It tells me what I have always known. Matthew Szaban, Is petrified of "The Devil". And he is proving that statement by leaps and bounds...

So in other words, The whole "Jihad is a coward" line... It's ludicrous, Come up with another line, That one only make you look more foolish.

Now, Looking out over the crowd for a moment, Receiving massive amount of boos. Jihad then once again turns his to face Halo and...

Jihad ~ My dear, I am so sorry for this. This is most certainly not what I had planned. But I promise you, Let me rid myself of this imbecile, And I will more than make up for it.

And then once again turning, Jihad again faces up the ramp and towards Wolfe...

Jihad ~ And then, You come out here, Interrupting us, The great icons that we are... And you have no bargaining chips, Whatsoever. What makes you even think, I have a desire to hold The XVI World Championship? I mean, Didn't I just give it up? I have no need for it, I have already proven beyond a shadow of doubt, I am... Indeed the greatest.

And as far as another match with Szaban, Let me ask you... Why? What would that prove? I have already defeated him, I have already proven I am his superior. And as far as this match, Hell... I don't even need to be in it. Not only can Szaban not defeat me, He cant defeat Makaveli. So what would be the point. Does he want us both to beat the hell out of him?

And as far as him and his "I will never go for a World Title again" statement... Who cares! Certainly not I! When and if ever I decided I want to be World Champion again, I will just take the Title from whoever has it, Simple as that!

You see, You just don't get it. I have defeated Szaban, I have proved, I am the greatest. And on top of that, I have no interest in The World Championship. Right now... I have exactly "who"... And what, I want.

So, If by now, You still don't understand what I am saying. Friend... You are doing nothing more, Than waiting my valuable time. Understand? Tell Matthew to find himself a partner. I don't care if it is Answer, Rachel... Hell, I don't care if it is you. Tell him to then come and challenge "The King and Queen" of the night... Tell him to come and challenge this "Unholy Union". And then tell him, To tell the hospital to make a special reservation for him. Perhaps a room with a view. Because I promise you, That is exactly where we will send him once again. You have no idea, The literal hell the two of us, Finally standing together... Can put you, Szaban, And this federation through. You thought The DOA were bad, You thought The VNB were bad. Let me tell ya... You ain't seen bad yet, But it's comin'...

And then once again turning back to Halo.

Jihad ~ Again my dear, Forgive me for the interruption.

Replies anyone?

[Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass]

| And now it's my time to shine .. |

It was his time. The King and Queen had assembled and were heading into living hell against the Champion of Champions, and he was on the sidelines.

He had watched patiently up until now, but no longer. It was his time to step in and fight for what was his ..

.. the glory.

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The lights dim, as a pane of glass shatters, sounding throughout the arena. The fans know it, the King and Queen know it, but Wolfe is clueless. That would be his downfall. 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, some booing, some cheering. A single white spotlight shines down on the man standing there, who is covered in mist and fog. He takes two steps forward, stepping out of the mist. 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, wavy locks draped down around his shoulders and face, accentuating his grey-black eyes. His arms down by his sides, a microphone gripped loosely in his right hand.

He smiles, staring down on The Devil and The Fallen Angel, finally united as one. It was a sight to be seen. They were stood there, side by side, standing tall and proud of what they were. The 'Unholy Union', The 'King and Queen Of The Night'. They were the XVI Tag Champions, and they were one hell of a force to be reckoned with.

But then, his gaze shifted to Wolfe. He smirked, staring down on the man who claimed so much but had so little proof. Maybe everything he said was true, but more than likely it was all lies. We'll just have to see now, won't we?

He slowly brought the microphone up to his lips, taking in the full effect of the moment. The screaming fans, the filtered air, the rush of being there on stage in front of millions to see.

Now was his time to shine ..

Jordan ~ You all make fool's of yourself, do you know that?

The crowd goes into a state of shock. Did Jordan Glass just call The Ruler of ALL, The Devil, Jihad Sullivan and The Fallen Angel Dark HalO fools? If a pin was dropped, it would have been heard throughout the full arena.

Jordan ~ You do realize that in two months, none of this will mean anything. For, in two months, at The American Dream, I, Jordan 'Bullet Proof' Glass will use my Ultimate Assault win and defeat whomever it is that holds the XVI World Champion. Then, I will be at the top here in this federation and it will be I who makes the calls.

All three of the superstars look on at Jordan as he speaks, none of them showing any realization of his words on their faces.

Jordan ~ Jihad, I would like to congratulate you on your win at Highway to Hell, and I would also like to congratulate both you and HalO in becoming the Tag Team Champions.

Jihad nods in recognition.

Jordan ~ But you see .. now it's my turn to be in the spotlight. Since I got here, I have worked my way through this whole company's roster. I have beaten almost every single one of the superstars here in XVI, and I deserve MY recognition. I am one of the best wrestlers to step foot inside the squared circle, and that has been made apparent these past four months.

The crowd is loving the energy Jordan is emulating. They're eating it up like a fat kid with chocolate cake.

Jordan ~ I am Mister Ultimate Assault, and there is nothing Wolfe, Szaban or even Makaveli can do about it. I won that match fair and square and I deserve some respect around here. It's time for the world to realize, it's the coming of the 'Bullet Proof' era, and I'm not laying down and letting that go.

Jordan starts to continue, but HalO cuts him off, raising a finger notingly. She raises the microphone to her sultry lips and ..

The Dark HalO ~ Excuse me dear boy.. I realize that you may have won the Ultimate Assault match.. and I do congratulate you on that.. but at which point did you think that that would mean that you could come out here and dictate to me?.. or for that matter, when did you get the illusion that it affects me in any possible way, shape or form?

Jordan smiles at HalO.

Jordan ~ I wouldn't expect any less of an objection from you, miss.

The crowd erupts, noting Jordan's respect for HalO.

Jordan ~ In no way, HalO, did I mean to dictate what you do. I do not dictate what anyone in this company does .. yet. What is about to come to pass will effect the very face of this company. It will effect every last person who is associated with XVI, and even more so, the roster which XVI holds.

The crowds quiets down, awaiting the on-coming onslaught of explanation that was about to spill from the moist lips of the Bullet Proof, Mister Ultimate Assault, Jordan Glass.

Jordan ~ You see, I went through that match. I beat them all to that briefcase. I have that briefcase, I own that briefcase. That briefcase is MINE. I beat all those people, in ONE match. Can anyone of you say that you beat all the people within XVI in one match? No, you can't.

On top of that, I've already beaten Matt Szaban, and I do realize that you, King, also did, but you have nothing left to prove, as you have stated many a time before. I do. I have plenty left to prove. I have left to prove that I can be a World Champion. I have left to prove that I can be a Tag Team Champion, but mind you that won't be anytime soon.

I'm just saying that once I'm done what I'm doing, the face of Xtreme Vicious Intent will never be the same.

So, miss Queen, does that answer your question?

The crowd explodes with 'BULL-ET-PROOF' chants. Jordan smiles as he looks down on The Dark HalO as she stands beside her King, looking for approval .. she's smiling evilly back at him, her eyes locked with his.

| .. so you can back right the fuck off. |

Replies anyone?

[The One]

The crowd is growing anxious as the four superstars battle back and forth with their ego's and personal feelings. The crowd chants for one and then the other as it all circles back and fourth. Each individual is drawing their own attention between the remarks being thrown back at one another. The crowd is focused in on the swinging conversation as the XVItron lights up and..

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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


SZABAN

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.

Ed~
Here we are we go from the Unholy Union celebrating being tag team champions to the return of Wolfe, to Bullet coming out here and saying he is the man moving to the top and now we have the arrival of the man between all the questions and statements..

David~
It's Szaban! Apparently he is not as bedridden or beaten down as Jihad would like to think. Tonight is a night filled with alot of allegations more so than on most nights but now hopefully they will get answered.

The blue lights flicker as the stage lights up and a blue mist fills the arena

Ed~
Szaban was just barely on the wrong side of possibly the greatest match of all times, but he was on the losing side nevertheless.

David~
Szaban put up a great fight that night but he could not overcome himself and therefore the Devil was able to slip in the Holy War and that was all she wrote for Szaban verus Jihad and a new Champion was crowned.

Jihad and Halo look around as they are awaiting the arrival of Szaban. Wolfe has a nervous look on his as he knows that he sent a mixed message partly not from Szaban's mouth. And Jordan simply stands firm as he feels there is nothing left to say or prove to a man without the World Title and a man he has already beaten.

Ed~
Well let's see what he has to say because here comes the MAN!!!

"Till I Collapse" Explodes out of the speakers and the crowd manages to be heard roaring with cheers over the music and Szaban steps out from behind the curtains. Szaban smirks and looks over the crowd and then looks over at Wolfe and laughs as he shakes his head. Szaban continues down the ramp passing Jordan and enters the ring. Szaban climbs up all four turnbuckles and poses. He final steps down and moves to the middle of the ring where he picks up a microphone.

Szaban~
Oh my oh my so many people so little time. Well let's start with family. Wolfe I appreciate what you tried to do I really do, but I believe you got a few words mixed up in there and really came off the wrong way.

Szaban has his back to Jihad and Halo as he is leaning on the ropes facing Wolfe who just stands silently as Szaban speaks to him.

Szaban~
Our beef was squashed and we have gone and done what was needed to be a family again, but I do not need help informing certain people that they recieved a gift from me. But once again Wolfe thank you for the attempt and thank you for the words you used in desrcibing the tag team champions... cause let's face it, it is pretty much a joke. But now I move on to you.

The crowd pops as Szaban points to Jordan and begins to suck his teeth as he waves his finger.

Szaban~
tsk tsk tsk You have already beaten me Jordan? Ha that is a laugh riot. The match was a draw and then the man who has been in the business of screwing me since he is afraid of me came out ordered the fight to continue and you beat a one armed man. As far as I am concerned that match counts almost as much as the match where I was screwed against Rachel. Which is funny to me all three of my loses had some outside influence on them that helped lead to my losing the match. And all three of them happend to be due to the result of a pathetic owner who couldn't run his own bath water.

But whatever I am only getting off topic. Jordan your win over me was a joke and I assure you the next time you step into a ring with me you will know what it is like to be faced with a true legend not pretender... which brings me to the last and least important person out here

The crowd screams and cheers as Szaban turns around to face Jihad who is already within an arms reach of the former Champion. The two men stand toe to toe as Szaban smirks licking his lips.

Szaban~
You are a joke Jihad, you really are. You win the World Title having struck some deal with Makaveli for the World Tag Team Championship Belts, titles that you never earned before in your career. You know why that is? Because you are not a man to be trusted and I believe Trish will agree to that. We all know that as soon as she no longer serves your purpose you will drop Halo cold.

But honestly I do not care about either of your career plans with one another. I merely came out here to correct one thing that my cousin got wrong. I am not putting the fact that I will never be World Champion on the line

Ed~
Thank goodness!

Szaban~
I am putting my professional wrestling career on the line!

the entire arena bursts into boos as they hate what they have just heard

David~
Oh my God?! His he serious? Like he will be gone from the XVI ring if he loses?

[The VNB]

Ed ~ Bloody hell! This is huge, No... Its bigger than huge! Its like... REALLY huge!

The fans in attendance continue boo madly. Shocked beyond all belief at the bombshell announcement that Szaban just now dropped. Meanwhile the intensity in the arena is so thick that you cant help but notice that XVI Security has now made their way from backstage and are now surrounding the ring expecting the worst.

David ~ What could possibly happen next! In just the last few moments, We have seen the much anticipated alliance of Jihad and Halo finally take place. New Tag Team Champions, The entrance of Wolfe, A Hell In The Cell Match proposed, Jordan's declaration, And the return and then a possible retirement announcement from Szaban! What could possibly happen text!

Meanwhile back in the ring, You see that Jihad has begun pacing back and forth with a totally disgusted look upon his face. And showing a total lack of respect, Turning his back to Szaban several times in the process! After a moment, Jihad finally stops the pacing, And bends over and picks up his half of The XVI Tag Championship from the canvas and again places it across his shoulder. Then, Turning to face Halo, Jihad yet again brings the microphone to his lip and...

Jihad ~ So it would appear my dear, You and I have just entered The Twilight Zone or something likewise. Now, Perhaps I have just missed it. But being the brilliant woman you are, Could you please tell just what in the hell ANY of this has to do with us?

Quickly turning, Jihad quickly brushes past Szaban, Never once bothering to even look in his direction. Jihad instead quickly makes his way to the side ring ropes, And glares up the ramp at Jordan. And then, Giving Jordan a very sarcastic clap of his hands...

Jihad ~ So Mister Ultimate Assault, Its nice to see that after all these years you have finally decided to grow some testicles and come out here and play with the big boys. And I will give you this much, You are a hell of a talent, And you do deserve some recognition. But boy... Don't go getting ahead of yourself...

You say The Devil is making a fool of himself... No Jordan, I think not. As I have said, At least twenty times in the last ten minutes, I have no interest in The World Championship. And if you are lucky enough to capture said World Title in two months. Well then Jordan congratulations and more power to you. And if there ever comes a time, That myself or the beautiful woman behind me decides we want that Championship. Then we will do what we do best... We will simply come, And take it from you. Halo and I both know we could easily do that, And ever more so... So do you.

Now, Moving on to the comment that soon it will be "YOU" making the calls here in The XVI.

Jihad hangs his head for a moment and begins to laugh...

Jihad ~ Damn boy, Just what have you been smoking? Obviously you have been spending too much time in the tanning bed and the lights have fried you brain. That, Or perhaps you have spent too much time with Szaban and you are starting to share his delusions... Jordan... Listen closely... The only way you will ever "call the shots" here in The XVI, Is when Halo and I say you can... Or Halo and myself are just simply... Dead. Comprehend what I am saying boy? Its not going to happen... You are a great talent, But trust me... You aren't that great.

So in short Jordan, Let me recommend to you that you simply stay out of "The Unholy Union's" way. If you do so, I am sure you will thrive here in The XVI and enjoy a most prosperous career. Otherwise... We will embarrass you, And even more so... We will hurt you. Everyone is entitled to one mistake Jordan, And you just made yours. Don't be foolish enough to make another.

Then turning a half turn and looking as if he is done with Jordan. Jihad then quickly spins back around and...

Jihad ~ Oh yes Jordan, One last thing... Concerning your remarks to Halo. I could easily make my way up the ramp right now, Rip your spleen out of your body, And eat it in front of you. But I thought... Why bother. I know you wont make that mistake again, Now will you? I mean, You and I both well know that Halo is more than capable of bringing her sweet ass up that ramp herself. And in the process, Slice off your newly grown testicles, And then hang them from her Christmas Tree. So in other words Jordan, I suggest you change your tone with her... NOW. Before she puts a boot up your ass that you are going to need surgically removed...

Finally, Jihad once again turns and makes his way back to where Halo is standing, Looking at her and smiling...

Jihad ~ Ready to go my dear?

And abruptly, Jihad begins to make his way to the opposite side ring ropes. However, He then abruptly turns, And again showing a total lack of respect, He looks at Szaban and...

Jihad ~ What? You are still here?

As the fans continue to rain down massive amounts of boos at Jihad. He just simply grins, And continues...

Jihad ~ So... Before I go any further, I have a very important question for you...

How's your head buddy boy?

And with that remark, The boos in the arena increase by ten fold...

Jihad ~ Damn... Looks like you just got ran over by a steamroller. No.... That's right, Now I remember, You just got your ass kicked by yours truly. Tell me, Did you enjoy your hospital stay?

You know Matthew, I don't even know where to start with you. I guess it should be with your most ludicrous statement, But damn... You just made so many of them...

And then turning once again to look at Halo. Jihad just simply smiles, As he slowly looks her body up and down. Careful... To look over every single curve. Then, Slightly moving his head to look over his shoulder to look back at Szaban...

Jihad ~ You actually believe, That I would just "drop" such an amazing talent, Such a beautiful woman cold... Then my friend, You are even more foolish than I once thought...

Again, Jihad just hangs and shakes his head in a very negative manner, And then just shrugs...

Jihad ~ For the life me of Matthew, I don't know how many other ways I can say it. I have no interest in The World Championship. If I did, It would still be draped here across my shoulder taking The Tag Titles place. You say I am a coward, Yet just twenty-four hours ago, I beat you within an inch of your miserable life. You say I am ducking you, And yet I stand here telling you to find yourself a partner and I would be more than happy to pummel your face into hamburger once again.

I mean please, Tell me... What more can I do here?

And then, You give off this big "bombshell" announcement of your impending retirement. Matthew, I couldn't possibly care less! Stay, Retire, I don't care either way! Listen to me and try to understand, You... Are nothing to me. If I were to defeat you, Yet again... It would mean nothing to me. It would hold no purpose for me, It would not further my legend. All it would be, Is just another meaningless win... For The Ruler Of ALL.

Szaban, I have already proved it, You can not defeat me. What is wrong with you? Do you have "Corpse" syndrome or something? After I defeat you for say, The tenth time, Will you still go around saying "Jihad Sullivan can not defeat me"? My God you make me sick...

Pausing for a moment to collect himself. Jihad once again continues.

Szaban ~ These cute little mind games you are trying to play with me Matt. Trying so desperately to catch me and reel me in. My friend, They don't work on me... Hell, I am the creator of mind games. So, You can use words like coward, Liar, Scared of you as much as you like. You can bring up Trish's name, You can even say I will leave Halo cold. But the fact is, You cant bait me... So stop trying, Your just waisting my time.

Now...

I realize, I have no choice in this matter. If Makaveli decides this match you asked for will take place, Then that is that. And if I do indeed have no choice but to compete in this match. Well... Once again, I will win The XVI World Championship. And this time... I will end your career for good. But as of now, As of this moment... I WILL NOT be in such a meaningless match unless forced to be. I will instead, Be at The Pay Per View. Defending my half of The World Tag Team Championship, With this woman to my right...

Now, If you...

And looking up the ramp at the still standing Jordan...

Jihad ~ AND YOU... Have nothing else to whine and complain about... Halo and I, Are desperately late for other engagements...

Meanwhile, At the announcer's table... Ed has now left his seat and appears to be jumping up and down...

Ed ~ SOMEONE HIT SOMEONE!

And in the ring... The Superstars all continue to glare at one another...

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[Makaveli The Don]

I will reply... But my role play will be on Side Effect. One hell of a thread guys. Good job. .