Side Effect Results: June 20th, 2007

[Makaveli The Don]

"Babe I will never forget you." A man says as he sits on the edge of his bed looking down at a photo of himself hugging a lady. Apparently, not knowing much of this man or who and what he represents but he holds before him a picture of a loved one. A tear streams down his face as he takes a drink from a brown bag in his hand as he continues to sit on the corner of his bed rocking every so slightly.

"This is a new day for me, the first day of the rest of my life. Nicola, my path has been laid out in front of me now and I must seize that opportunity. It is my time now. You are forever a part of me but I must do what I think is right for me." The man strokes the picture with his fingers tenderly before taking a drink and playing the photo into a bag full of his worldly possessions as he closes the bag smiling on at the photo one last time, he stands up wearing his loose but well worn and dirty jeans and a T-Shirt with the punisher logo on the front of it as he takes a drink and looks out on the window outside to the world as it continues its exsistence, even through the rain, the pain, the hurt the world continues to go on and this man felt it was time for him to do the same, he leans against the window for the first time we see this man grin, an evil and sadistic looking grin at that as he speaks in a tone of optimism and hope. "Well world, it is me versus you once again and well you have thrown a hell of a lot my way in the past you piece of shit but guess what I am still standing, you take my loved one away from me and give me the god damn middle finger. Well I am ready to fight you one more time..." A knocking stops the man short, three small taps at his door, he wasn't sure whether he heard it right but he listens up and again it happens.

...Bang... Bang.... Bang...

The man flinches only for a second as he stares at the door contemplating whether or not the banging at the door, the man or woman behind it is worth ignoring, he does so what he can't see can't hurt him right? It is at that point that ignoring cannot happen not after the third successive knocks on the door.

...Bang...Bang.... Bang...

"Do not try ignore me you piece of shit. I know you are in there. I would of seen you pass me down the corridor you dumb fuck." The voice echoed the other side of the door a voice apparently familiar to our main character as he grunts and walks to the door and pulls it wide open.

"What, What the hell do you want." The man says as he opens the door scaring the guy the other side of it he looks up at him.

"Myst, Why the hell do I even call you that name. I don't know. I don't care. This is my apartment this is my block of flats and you were due off it about fifteen minutes ago." The man says not as angrily as he had done so previously, possibly forgetting how tall and how built this "Myst" was, as he steps back a little. It was pointless going through with the usual mindless threatening bully boy tactics like he would normally do. This Myst looked like he was ready for a fight as he puts his bag on the floor and folds his arms staring at his landlord as his tactic works and he makes him feel increasingly uncomfortable.

"Can I not just have fifteen minutes more." Myst says leaning on the door frame. "Is that too much to ask." he continues to say questioning the landlord who really does not want to argue with Myst not with a man his size. "Is it? I mean have I not lined your pockets with money every day you wanted it so if you don't mind for once I want you to do a favor for me and let me have a further five minutes before I finally leave this hole, this dump once and for all." Myst does not wait for the landlord to answer as he slams the door behind him and grins to himself as he thinks.

"Last Year, I would not of done that."

Myst moves back to the window and looks outside his thoughts are the truth, last year he was wreck a man with nothing to lose because he had already lost it all, a hired henchman for everyone and anyone who wanted him the price alcohol. Now out of nowhere a phone call from a talent scout. At first Myst thought it was a joke he had never thought of himself as talented far from it in fact he was and always had been one of life's long time losers but no the phone call remained at large in his head he remembered it vividly. XVI, Xtreme Vicious Intent they were willing to take a risk on him apparently his work on the streets had helped him make a name for himself and now here he was with an opportunity to make some decent money for himself once and for all and repay the board members of XVI for having faith in him the time was now he felt. Myst does not know what lies in front of him but he knows, Myst just knows that no one will and no one can stop him proving to Nicola that he can make something in his life and his first stop will be by proving himself against the team of Ritalin and Prozac, The Meds on the grandest stage at King of The Ring. Myst smiles a sadistic grin as he speaks whilst punching the window.

"Let the Pain and Suffering Begin"

[Makaveli The Don]

David Sierra ~ Wow. What a way to start Side Effect.

Ed Set ~ Folks, incase you missed it, the newly signed Myst has been assigned a match at King of the Ring.. against The Meds.

David Sierra ~ And speaking of The Meds.. Prozac's Semi-Finals Match is up next!

Eric Cabrera ~ The following match is a .. FIRST BLOOD MATCH!

Entering first, from Cornwall, New York, weighing in at 234 pounds and a height of six feet .. PROOOOOOOOOZAAAAAAAAAAC!

The lights go pretty dim as the Move hits the P.A. A spotlight shines down to the middle of the stage, after a few seconds Prozac walks out and stands in the light. He waits there for a few seconds and looks all over the crowd then stares at the ring. He raises one hand and beats on his chest with the other hand as the lights turn back on to normal he then starts walking towards the ring. Prozac slides into the ring goes to 2 different turnbuckles, where he gets on the 2nd rope raises one arm and beats his chest with the other one.

David ~ Former Xtreme Champ versus current Xtreme Champ.

Ed ~ What a match this is gunna be!

Eric Cabrera ~ And his opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds, at a height of six foot two. Hailing from Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom .. 'The New Era Icon', 'Mr. XVI', YOUR Xtreme Champion .. David CALAAAAAAAAAZ!

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

- DING DING DING -

Calaz smirks, looking at Prozac. Prozac has a blank expression on his face as he stares down Calaz. Calaz begins to walk toward Prozac confidently .. suddenly, BOOM, Prozac nails Calaz with a jumkping shoulder block, sending him to the mat. Prozac quickly elbow drops Calaz, gets up and runs at the ropes, rebounds and hits him with a sliding drop-kick.

Ed ~ Ouch.

David ~ Yeah, that must have hurt. Calaz should learn to not let his guard down.

Ed ~ No, I just pricked my finger on my pencil.

David shakes his head in disgust.

Prozac lifts up Calaz, but he gives a quick poke to Prozac's eyes, then a kick to the gut, then a well hit DDT. Calaz raises back up, bringing Prozac with him. He kicks him in the gut, and hits a snap suplex .. but holds on, twists, gets up and hits another. He then lets go and gets to his feet, taunting the crowd.

David ~ You already made this mistake once David, don't do it again!

Calaz turns back around, and comes nose to nose with Prozac. Calaz goes for a quick left, but Prozac blocks then hits his own hard left, taking Calaz back to the mat. Prozac jumps up onto the top rope and jumps off, going for the leg drop .. but Calaz rolls and Prozac comes down hard on his .. assets.

Ed ~ Wow, that's gunna hurt in the morning.

Prozac sits there on his .. backside, grimacing. Calaz stands behind him, laughing hard. He pulls Prozac up, irish whips him into the corner, clotheslines him hard, making him stumble outward into the centre of the ring, giving Calaz enough time to leap to the top ropes.

Just as Prozac spins around, BAM, he's hit with a 'Over Castle' from the flying "Mr. XVI". Calaz slowly gets to his feet, then pulls Prozac up, who throws a left, connecting with Calaz' jaw. Calaz regains his wits, then throws his own left, hitting Prozac in the temple.

This continues for a couple moments until Prozac gains the upperhand, and hits Calaz hard across the chest with two vicious slaps, then kicks him in the gut so he bends over, then nails a scizzor kick. Calaz hits the mat, holding his neck.

Ed ~ Looks like that one did some damage.

Calaz starts to get up, but Prozac leaps into the air and comes down, planting both his feet in Calaz' back. He laughs, stepping off the cringing Calaz. He then pulls him up to his feet, irish whips him into the corner and runs in, nailing a crossbody.

Prozac backs up, then runs in again, hitting a clothesline. he then attempts and irish whip to the opposite corner, but Calaz reverses, only for the whip to be rversed again and Calaz go slamming into the corner.

Prozac smiles, walking over and lifting Calaz up onto the top-ropes, then following him up there.

David ~ Looks like he's going to go for a superplex.

Prozac sets up for the superplex, but then Calaz pushes him and he falls off the top ropes onto his back, cringing.

Calaz smiles, his eyes vacant. He stands up on the top ropes and ..

Ed and David ~ SPIRAL TAP!

They both scream at the same time. Calaz rolls over, draping his arm over the non-moving Prozac.

One ..
Two ..
THREE!

The referee walks over, holding up Calaz arm as he lays on his back on the ring floor.

Eric Cabrera ~ Your winner, and finalist in the King Of The Ring tournement, David Calaz!

The scene fades as Calaz slowly rolls out of the ring onto his feet and raises his arms in victory.

[Makaveli The Don]

Jake Xavier, Variety and Ticker all stand leaning against the ropes as the referee calls for the bell as Ticker makes a quick spinning wheel kick taking Jake Xavier by surprise as Ticker gets back to his feet Variety hits him with some forearms before whipping him off the rope only before being hit with a flying knifedge chop as he lets out a roar as the fans cheer before making a move to the top only to have Jake Xavier knock the bottom rope and cause Ticker to slip. Jake grabs his head and pulls him off the top rope with a modified chinbreaker, he goes for the cover

1...

2..

...Variety drops an elbow and breaks the count.

David Sierra: Jake Xavier nearly kept the title.

Ed Set: No Jake Xavier WILL keep the title. Mark my Word David.

Jake Xavier looks up at Variety as Variety points at Ticker and shakes his head only for Xavier to push him against the ropes and dropping him to the floor with a toe hold as Variety face smashes off the mat he quickly rolls out of the ring as Ticker jumps to his feet. Xavier scouts it and punches him only to find them blocked and Ticker begins with some kicks to the shin before going for one higher as Xavier catches his foot he follows through with an enziguri he quickly makes the cover. The referee begins the count

1...

2..

David Sierra: A new champion!

Variety pulls Ticker out of the ring and hits a clothesline sending Ticker spinning in the air and crashing to the mat as the fans boo. Variety slides back into the ring and goes to cover Jake Xavier but instead Xavier rolls him up. The referee makes the count

1...


2..

Ed Set: Xavier has kept the title!

No! Variety breaks the roll up and startled he moves to the corner of the ring as Jake Xavier runs at him he ducks and moves out of the way and Xavier crushes his shoulder against the turnbuckle. Ticker slides into the ring as he sets Variety up in a headlock as Xavier climbs to his feet and goes for a clothesline on Ticker he ducks it and pushes Variety out of the ring as he follows through on Xavier with a standing dropkick. The fans cheer.

David Sierra: This match is so back and forward I can barely keep up!

Ed Set: This is what we thrive on David fast, high octane matches. Its the XVI way.

Ticker jumps around the ring as a Ticker chant begins he tells Xavier to get up as Xavier is just about to get up Jake spots Ticker pumped up and slides out of the ring near Variety as the two look at each other they begin plotting to work on Ticker but Ticker has other plans as he jumps to the top rope and launches himself straight into a Swanton Bomb on the two men below as they fall over. Ticker pulls himself up and drags Xavier back into the ring with him and he sets Xavier up for the Styles Clash the crowd cheer as he makes the pin.

1...


2...



David Sierra: No more talk. No more chat this is it. Done and dusted we have a new champion.

Ed Set: No it can't be Xavier lift your shoulder.

Variety climbs to the apron but its too late. 3! We have a new champion!

Eric Cabrera: The winner of this match and new XVI Next Gen Champion Ticker!

[Makaveli The Don]

Side Effect returns from the commercial break, a 15 foot high steel cage is being lowered over the ring slowly. The arena lights dim and a blast of gold pyros go off all along the edges of the ramp. "Smack That" by Akon hits and the crowd boos. Rachel comes out from behind the curtain and stands atop the stage. She holds her head high, her nose in the air, as if to say, "The best has finally arrived." She stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, surveying the crowd, before heading down with an arrogant stride. Rachel slips in between the ropes and circles the ring, awaiting her opponent.

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a King Of The Ring tournament Semi-Final match and will be contested inside a steel cage, the winner will be declared by pinfall, submission or if both of their feet touch the outside floor before their opponents. Introducing first, from Orlando Florida, Rachel

Ed Set:
Here we go a semi-final match with the winner advancing to the King Of The Ring pay per view to decide who the first ever King Of The Ring will be

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 centre of the ring every few seconds until his feet hit the steps. He slowly steps into the ring in between the second and top ropes. He walks to the centre 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 un-straps his sword belt. Walks to his corner the winged cloak and sword belt handed to bell ringer.

Eric Cabrera:
And here opponent, hailing from an unknown location he is “The Immortal” Sah’ta Thor...

The bell sounds and the match gets underway, the two competitors waste no time in locking up and jostling for position over each other. Thor gets the upper hand and backs Rachel to the ropes, he tries to smash Rachel’s head into the steel but she blocks it and delivers an elbow to the chest, then another and then a third Thor lies on the ropes as Rachel charges at the ropes on the other side, sending herself back in Thor’s direction her arm outstretched looking to take Thor’s head off. Thor ducks and delivers a flapjack to Rachel sending her head into the cage wall.

Ed Set:
A fast paced start to this match up and Rachel looks in major pain already

David Sierra:
You don’t know how that feels until you actually get in their and do it, and trust me from experience it hurts like hell, steel doesn’t pull punches I tell ya

Rachel falls to the outside of the ring, she gains her feet but Thor grabs her hair and flips her inside the ring, he stamps away of her upper body and her head as she tries to cover up on the floor. She crawls into the corner but Thor doesn’t let up he continues to stomp and as he head drops he presses his foot into her chin causing her head to rub into the steel cage wall. Thor lets go and taunts the crowd, Rachel rolls around on the floor in pain, a trickle of blood flowing from a re-opened wound on her head. Thor walks over to her and grabs her by the hair, she hits Thor with a low blow and Thor drops to the floor also. Rachel now with time on her side stands up looking quite unbalanced, she looks up at the cage and begins her climb, she barely gets a few feet off the ground and Thor is up clubbing her back with forearms, she kicks Thor in the head and he stumbles backwards, she then propels herself from the cage wall and delivers a missile dropkick to Thor knocking him off his feet once again. Almost instantaneously Rachel is back up and she is dragging Thor to the wall of the cage, she places her foot on the back of his head and presses it so his head rubs against the cage. Rachel gets off his head and runs at the ropes on her return she jumps down and dropkicks Thor in the back sending him skidding into the cage once again.

David Sierra:
Great tactics by Rachel, wear him down until he can’t stand no more

Rachel turns away and begins to climb up the cage, the blood flowing down her face makes her lethargic and woozy, she takes her time climbing the cage, Thor notices the danger and gets to his feet, he begins to climb the cage as Rachel is nearly at the top. She slowly throws a leg over the top and Thor manages to grab the other before she can do the same with that one, Thor pulls himself to the top of the cage and the two begin to trade blows from on top of the steel.

Ed Set:
This could get really ugly for one of these people, look how high they are

Thor swings a huge right hand but Rachel ducks it, she then pushes Thor and he falls, crashing onto the mat below squirming in pain then lying motionless in the centre of the ring, Rachel stares down at him, then down at the floor. She stands up on top of the cage and looks at the fans with a crazy look in her eyes.

David Sierra:
There’s that look again, she flipping Ed

She stares at Thor one more time over her shoulder then launches herself into a Vixen Flip from on top of the cage, Thor lies motionless until the very last minute he manages to get his knees up into the stomach of Rachel, he springs to his feet and lifts her upside down dropping her with a spinning Tombstone piledriver, he swiftly moves into the cover and the ref jumps across the ring to make the count...
1...
2...
3!

Ed Set:
It’s over Thor advances to the finals

David Sierra:
What a match, what an absolute 5 star rated match we just witnessed here tonight

The referee raises Thor’s hand as EMT’s rush to the ring to attend to Rachel, Thor climbs to the top of the cage holding his back and ribs as he sits on top of the cage holding his arms in the air.

Ed Set:
A hard fought victory by Thor but we got to give Rachel her dues, she may have just put her life on the line for that, she could have broken ribs for all we know

David Sierra:
It was a stupid idea, she could have climbed outta the cage and won the damn match but she had to go and do that, I’m glad Thor won, if I was still wrestling I know what I would have done in that situation and it wasn’t what that little tart did right there

Ed Set:
Ok Dave I think you should calm down and take a rest through this next commercial break... Side Effect will be right back

The scene fades to black as Thor sits on top of the cage with his arms raised high into the air.

[Makaveli The Don]

We return from commercial break with Corporal Punishment, already standing in the middle of the ring with a pair of steel crutches, no doubt titanium steel in order to resist bending due to the considerable bulk they carry. A heavily caste and bandaged leg is to his left, obviously showing what has happened due to Thors relentless attack last week. Corporal Punishment is handed a microphone by Eric Cabrera as he prepares to speak.

David Sierra:
What could The Corporal be doing out here Ed? He didnt advance to the semi finals, and isnt even booked this week for a match.

Ed Set:
Well quite frankly even if he did advance he looks to be in no shape to be competing tonight against anyone!

The Corporal finally brings the microphone up to his lips, with the lower lip quivering a little bit, and the eyes look like they are already moist from previous encounters within himself.


Corporal Punishment:
As the man known specifically as Corporal Punishment, i have prided myself knowing that i never back down and never quit. I took great pride in refusing doctors orders, refusing managers orders, hell refusing my own boss, Makavelis orders and competing in some of the most brutal contests a man could ever face.

David Sierra:
You damn right!

Corporal Punishment:
But sometimes, even stubborn old son bitches like myself have to face facts. I cannot keep pushing myself like this. This broken freakin leg i have now, is testament to the fact that i never gave in, and i paid for it. I got 3rd degree burns on my own flesh in the Hellfire House of Fun! I had my head nearly decapitated by Damien Necro Dream due to excessive Lariats! I fell off ladders multiple times in the Ultimate Assault! I was manhandled by a woman on 3 consecutive matches. And now, i recieve my leg broken by a man i hold in high regard and respect, in Sah'ta Thor.

Random Fan in the Front Row:
We love you Corp!

Corporal Punishment:
*Laughing * Thank you. But honestly, this grueling schedule, and at my age, had taken a toll that i am told is irreversible on my body. I may never walk straight again. But you know what? I am not going to whine about it. I am going to congratulate the man who finally was able to end my perserverance. The man who finally stopped the Punishment, was none other than Thor.

The fans boo viciously at the mention of this, perhaps not at Thor himself, but at the very action that was taken.

Corporal Punishment:
All things happen for a reason, and i know Thor is going to build off of my defeat, i know that Thor is going to mention this victory for months to come and i hope he does! Any wrestler who is tough enough to take me down and out of the roster indefinately has my backing and support. But i come here for a differant message. One that must be said in order to preserve the integrity of Xtreme Vicious Intent.


Ed Set:
What could he be talking about?


Corporal Punishment:
There is a storm coming people. If by crowning Jihad and Dark Halo your tag team champions wasnt enough of a warning, let me spell it out for you. There is a dark force that has been looming over XVI for quite some time. But none of you young guns are realizing this. All of you seem to be concerned with if yourselves and your damn individual opportunities. Well let me tell you maggots something else, you better straighten your asses up and get ready to face this new force! This new entity that is preparing to dawn on XVI is not interested in you joining their side. They have no wishes of sparing you simply because your another "bad guy"! It doesnt matter your the cocky new kid on the block with the Xtreme Title around your waist, or the Man of Variety who likes to get a good laugh out of people. This new force is going to tear you all a new ass hole and shove pipelinng through it! So you may all want to be the cool new badass villain in the locker room, but when the time comes, you are not going to be ready, you are not going to survive. So its your choice maggots, wise up and fight for you right to perform in this squared circle, or there aint gonna be another Side Effect there aint going to be no new PPV's, because next thing you know, your going to be just like good Ol' Corp, and be on the disabled list. Dismissed!!!

With that Corporal Punishment throws down the microphone and hobbles his way to the back, for possibly the last time.


David Sierra:
Powerful words from the Xtreme Armed Force. I hope we see this guy back soon, its a damn shame he's going to be gone.


Ed Set:
I actually think i know what hes talking about Dave! But to make sure, we are just going to have to tune in each and every week to find out!

Cut to Commercial.

[Makaveli The Don]

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is Your XVI Main Event! It is scheduled for one fall, there will be no time limit!

Just then, footsteps can be heard over the PA system.

David ~ We know what this means.

Ed ~ Yes we do! Here he comes!

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

Voice ~ Are you ready?

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

Once again, the voice rings in their ears.

Voice ~ It has begun.

The footsteps cease. Suddenly, the lights dim, as a pane of glass shatters, sounding throughout the arena. The drum solo from "Metalingus" rocks the arena, then stops .. and an explosion goes off. White pyro's shoot into the air as the crowd jump to their feet, screaming salutations to their icon. A single white spotlight shines down on the man standing there, who is covered in mist and fog. 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 new blonde, wavy locks draped down around his shoulders and face, accentuating his grey-black eyes. He slowly begins to make his way to the ring, looking around at the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope and jumps up onto his feet. He walks to the back corner of the ring and removes his trench coat, passes it to a stage hand and fixes his gaze on the curtain at the top of the ramp. He hops around, warming up while waiting for his opponent.

David Sierra:
Well here is Mr. Ultimate Assault himself. He has been on a permanent high as of late, and I am sure he wont be showing Szaban any respect during this bout.

Ed Set:
And why should he? Bullet Proof has already beat this guy once, there is no way he is going to take this guy seriously.

David Sierra:
You seem to forget that it was a draw the first time around, except Makaveli had other ideas, and I am sure that Makaveli has no regrets over screwing Szaban around every corner.

he 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.

Just then, Makavelis Music hits the PA System with both competitors looking out towards the ramp, indeed the Don himself walks down the ramp way, giving both Szaban and Jordan Glass dirty looks of pure hatred, but instead of interrupting the proceedings, he makes his way to the announce tables, and sits opposite of David and Ed, not even on the same table.

Ed Set:
What are you doing sitting way over their boss?

Makaveli:
Dave, Ed, you two are no longer needed for tonight. Feel free to take the night off.

David Sierra:
What the hel-*Headsets become turned off as the premier announcers are escorted from the building*.

And now, as if the contest couldn’t be interrupted any further, The Unholy Union theme plays over the PA system as the Tag Team Champions, Dark Halo and Jihad Sullivan, make their ways down to the ring, both smug with arrogance. They ignore the competitors in the ring, and turn towards the announce table, and don a pair of headsets.

Makaveli:
Welcome to the show champs, glad to see you joining me on the broadcast team. Horribly sorry for the way I acted towards you Jihad, I hope tonight can be the beginning of a more healthy relationship between the three of us.

Jihad Sullivan:
No hard feelings at all my friend. We realize that sometimes business must come before pleasure, but I assure you, Szaban will be feeling no pleasure come King of the Ring.

Dark Halo:
Just keep in mind my dear child, it is not wise to cross the Unholy Union, we hold sway that one such as yourself could not imagine.

Ding Ding Ding!

With all of the entrances finished, Szaban and Jordan both reach the center of the ring, staring each other down, both hoping to show their dominance going into the upcoming pay per view.

The match begins with both men jockeying for positions from a collar and elbow tie up. Szaban gets a slight advantage, tucking under Jordans arm into a hammerlock. Jordan slaps his shoulder to the left, and then feints to the left with a wraparound wrist lock that Szaban did not see coming. The Crowd lets out an appreciative Oooh, to the technical counter. Szaban rolls over the wrist lock and tosses Jordan to the side with a Judo Throw. Jordan rolls back to the stance as they jockey for position again, this time with Jordan getting a headlock takedown over the former champ, and locks in an interesting Key Lock. Szaban reaches the ropes and a rope break is indeed insured as they both must break up and return to position once more.

Jihad Sullivan:
They call this wrestling? Obviously they fail to realize the finer points of true psychology.

Dark Halo:
Indeed they both seem totally unprepared for their upcoming tasks, wouldn’t you say Makaveli?

Makaveli:
I have no doubts that these fools have no chance, this match is just a simple way for them to wear each other out.

Szaban and Jordan circle once again, they lock up once more, Jordan tries to go behind again, but a wise counter by Szaban connects an elbow to Jordans temple. He falls back, and Szaban takes advantage with a picture perfect Dropkick to the chest. The fans clap appreciatively as Szaban scoops up a rising Jordan with a body slam. Jordan tries to get up once again, and is actually able to scout a move as he reverses a hip toss into one of his own! Szaban comes back towards him and gets a roaring elbow of his reversed into a sit down powerbomb! Jordan stays down for what he hopes to be a quick win.

One…
Two-Kickout!

Jordan tries to flip Szaban off, who rolls over and delivers another dropkick, this time to the chin of Jordan while he was sitting. Szaban goes to the top rope, and hits a flying elbow drop! The ring shakes with the impact as Szaban goes for a pin of his own.

One…
Tw-Kickout!

Szaban grabs Jordan by the hair, and drops him with an inverted atomic drop. Jordan is able to counter a running kick with a drop toe hold, and turns it into an ankle lock! Jordan pulls his opponent to the middle of the ring, and continues to put pressure on the hold.

Makaveli:
What’s more pathetic, the application of that lock, or the fact that Szaban can’t get out of it?

Dark Halo:
Both are equally dismal.

Jihad Sullivan:
Indeed, if it wasn’t my respect for a halfway decent show I would have ended this myself minutes ago.

Makaveli, as if getting some idea from Jihads words, begins to take off his head set. Just as Szaban is able to toss Jordan out from the ankle lock, Jordan runs towards the Champion of Champions with a Shards of Glass to try to end him quickly, but Szaban is able to reverse the spear by lifting his knees! Jordan stumbles back as Makaveli now comes into the ring with a short arm lariat to take down his King of the Ring opponent! Makaveli starts stomping on Jordan Glass as he stomps him out the ring. Makaveli gets out of the ring as Jordan Glass gets up and both start brawling. Matt Szaban looks at both men as the referee calls for the bell. Matt turns his attention to Jihad, who is seen walking towards the ring. Meanwhile, Mak and Jordan Glass brawl their way to the backstage area as Jihad gets in the ring. Both Jihad and Matt Szaban stare each other in the eye, so close that their noses are almost touching. The XVI logo appears at the bottom as the show goes off air.....