Side Effect: August 14th 2007

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

There is no red or gray pyro to open up Side Effect this week. No paning around the crowd to see the creative angst of the fans. Instead, we have Makaveli standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in his hand and his other hand in his pocket. He spins the microphone a few times in his hand before finally begining to speak.

"The Don" Makaveli:
I come out here tonight, because i have a few special announcements that i have to make. Call it a state of the union address, a rant, a royal decree i really dont give a *expletive*. But for now you will shut your mouths and listen to what i have to say!

Pick your reasons, or your excuse. Contractual disputes, bounced pay check, lost in traffic. Point is i regret to tell you folks that we will NOT be having our scheduled Clockwork Orange House of Fun Match tonight. As Ticker and Myst both seem to have entertained the idea of dissapearing for the past couple of weeks. Well due to my Pick Your Poison Match being ruined due to a draw, i have decided that this sunday at The American Dream, the stipulation for Dan "The Dragon" Taylor Vs. Myst will be A Your Fired Match! The winner, becomes number one contender, the loser, will be fired! And in the case of a draw, i will count you both losers!

Now as for Ticker, i dont know whats happened with you over the past two weeks, but your behavior is hardly that of a champion. Ever since you joined those circus freaks you have failed to deliver on your matches! Now your already scheduled for a title defense against Justin Evans, so i cant strip you of your title, but for my sakes i hope you stay silent another week so that The Answer can finally take that title from you!

Now then, due to once again, a few recent inactivities, i have had to make a change in the line up this Sunday. You see, Kid Jack has been a HUGE ratings draw and money maker since joining XVI. So i will give him another chance if he so proves that he is worthy next month. But for now, i will not jeapardize my Main Event! Jordan Glass will face off against his rightful opponent this Sunday, "The Champion of Champions" Szaban!

And finally! I have a bit of a surprise for all of you, once i thoughouly trounce and bury X alive this Sunday, you will be seeing alot more of me. But not just as your XVI Boss. But as a weekly competitor on Side Effect! Thats right monkeys, i think the competition here has gotten a little soft, so what im going to do is spice things up a bit and whip all your lazy asses into shape! Now THAT, is Xtreme!!!!

Once his announcements are finished, the scene fades to commercial.

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Eric Cabrera:
This is your opening bout of the evening! And it scheduled to be a 5 on 1 Gauntlet Match!

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

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing the man who will run the Gauntlet, he hails from Los Angeles, California. Standing 6’6”, weighing in at 285lbs, “The 21st Century Ass Kicking Machine”
X-ecutioner!

David Sierra:
Here we go kicking off Side Effect with the unofficial Debut of The God of Destruction!

Ed Set:
More of, the massacre of X! Hall of Famer or not, the man simply cannot defeat 5 men, one after the other! It cant be done, it just cant be done!

Blue Suede Shoes plays over the PA system as Johnny Rocket comes down to the ring, a look of utter fear and regret on his face for signing up for this match. He tries to play it off cool, but its horribly obvious he’s a dead man.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, standing 6’0”, weighing in at 245lbs, “That 50’s Guy” Johnny Rocket!

Johnny finally makes his way into the ring, and puts out his hand for a handshake to X. X has a wide grin on his face, and goes for the bait, which Rocket pulls back and lets out a fonz like “Eyyy!” and begins to comb his hair into the corner. X doesn’t take that too lightly, runs from behind Johnny and levels him with a running big boot! Rocket crashes right into the middle ring post as X now grabs him by the throat and begins to unload with a strong series of power punches, blood already evidently flying from the mouth of That 50’s Guy. He stumbles from the corner, already out on his feet, while X makes a mockery with a Combing Hair taunt and hits him with an XS Chokeslam Backbreaker! Rocket is completely out cold, while X decides to finish him unmercifully with The Dead End Screamer! He lazily places a hand across the chest of Johnny.

One…
Two…
Three!

Ding!

David Sierra:
Bah Gawd! What Domination!

Ed Set:
He got lucky, he caught Johnny from behind!

If you should die, Die In Winter!
If you should die, Die In Winter!
If you should die,
If you should die,
Die In Winter! Die In Winter!

Winter by Wumpscut creeps into the arena as “The Emo King” Chris Cross slinks from the back. He has a sick and twisted look on his face, as if he is actually mordibly looking forward to the beating he is going to receive.

Eric Cabrera:
The next opponent, standing 5’11”, weighing in at 205lbs, Chris Cross!

Cross begins to look back and forth once he gets into the ring. Licking his lips, and itching the several scars marred across his face and body. X actually looks slightly amused with this new character, and tries to put his hand on his shoulder, until Chris Cross bats his hand away in a vicious manner and spits green mist into his face!

David Sierra:
Wow! He had him tricked the whole time!

X is slightly blinded from the tricky tactic, as Chris Cross now pounces on his foe and begins wailing away on the face and scratching at the chest and throat of X! X wobbles around with the crazed Emo King on his back, and then finally drops Cross by grabbing his hair and slamming him forward! X connects with a high elevated Finishing Leg Drop, and proceeds to lock in a Triangle Hold! Chris Cross lops back and forth as if trying to kip up out of the hold, but X is much more heavier and able to hold fast the hold. Finally, Chris Cross simply goes limp without tapping from the hold, impressive enough, until X tells the referee not to ring the bell, and releases the virtually dead Cross. He lifts up Cross and nails him with the X-Driver, and finishes him off too with a Dead End Screamer.

One…
Two…
Three!

Ding!

David Sierra:
Two down, 3 to go!

Ed Set:
This isn’t fair! Get these guys out here faster!

Makaveli seems to hear Ed, as one after the other, Fuel by Metallica and Otherside by Red Hot Chili Peppers, with Pro-Pain and Ryan Myers run down the ramp in order to double team X.

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing next, we have Pro-Pain and “The Alpha Male” Ryan Myers!

First up, we have Ryan run up against X and gets dropped with a Tilt A Whirl Backbreaker! He rolls out of the way, but X took a little too long getting up and gets slammed with a huge Lariat! X lands on his head due to the impact of The Pro of Pain. And Ryan begins kicking at the mid section of X, while Propain levels him again and again with several forearms to the back.

Ed Set:
That’s a lot more like it!

Pro-Pain lifts him up and puts him into the corner with Myers. They both throw X into the corner turnbuckle as Ryan goes for a big splash, but X lifts up a big boot to The Alpha Male! X runs with a spinning motion with a SleeperBomb onto Ryan Myers. Pro-Pain tries to stop the momentum this time, but X stops him short with a massive Ultimate God Pressure! X quickly pins Pro-Pain to stop the semi giant from causing any more harm.

One…
Two…
Three!

Ding!

X then turns towards Ryan Myers, who is groveling in the corner, as X makes a Calling Taunt, and runs straight for him, but The Alpha Male moves out of the way, as X stops too! Ryan goes for a strike, but X reverses the punch into The Genocide Cutter! Ryan is flattened as X now makes his fourth pin.

One…
Two…
Three!

Ding!

David Sierra:
One after the other men are being decimated here!

Ed Set:
Who on earth does Makaveli has left worthy to crush X?

Deadly Sinners by 3 Inches of Blood now blare over the PA System as the Russian Giant now slowly marches down to the ring. Even taller and heavier than X, he is his largest and final opponent.

Eric Cabrera:
And finally, he hails from Moscow, Russia. Standing 6’8”, weighing in at 350lbs, Joseph Isaac “The Krishnikov” Von Koskovitch!

Ed Set:
That name gives me a headache.

Joseph Koskovitch now stands toe to toe with X. Only slightly taller, he still laughs a deep and haughty laugh over his obvious size advantage his has. X smirks and goes for a strike, which is caught by the meaty fist of Koskovitch. He goes again with his other hand, and that becomes caught as well. Joseph laughs tauntingly once more and now begins to press down on X, crushing the prideful Hall of Famer under his immense strength. The advantage doesn’t last long however as X maneuvers out of it by putting his leg over one of his hands breaking the hold, ducking under a large clothesline, he pulls the Massive Russian towards him and gets a Manhatten Drop onto his final opponent. Temporarily stunning the Giant long enough to pull off an amazing spot with a Belly To Belly Body Slam!

David Sierra:
Unbelievable!

Ed Set:
Somebody stop this monster!

X then props himself up as Joseph is no longer smiling and instead it is replaced with an unsatisfactory grimace. Joseph tries to grab X into a bearhug, but X hits him with a earringer and drops the giant again with an X-Rage! Joseph rolls around and tries to raise back to his feet, until X completes a Strength Taunt in order to garner energy from the fans, and counters a huge running boot with The Ultimate God Pressure! X goes for the final pin!

One…
Two...
Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

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

X stands in the middle of the ring, holding his ribs in pain from all that heavy lifting, backing up into the corner and drawing in all the fan reaction, riding high on his new momentum in his Buried Alive Match at The American Dream!

End Match

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Eric Cabrera:
And now is time for you’re the XVI Verbal Debate between “The Answer” Justin Evans and Gavin Gyaos!

Both contestants are already standing in the ring, The Answer with his trademark street clothing line, and Gyaos with his own fashion wardrobe as well. They are standing behind respective podiums, as we get ready for the line of questioning.

1) Both
What were you feeling last week during the match?

Gavin Gyaos:
Simply to put it confidence. Was there any doubt in my mind that I was going to lose? Was there any doubt in Nikki’s mind or those fan’s mind? Off course not. Confidence is what made me a one of the world’s biggest celebrities, a multi-millionaire, and not only a Grammy but Oscar winner as well. And confidence won me the match last week. Everyone in that ring saw me as the true threat. They resorted to double and even triple teaming. Evans, though you may not emit it even went so low to use dirty tactics. Putting your hands on Nikki Manx, how dare you even call yourself a gentleman. But nonetheless it was I, Gavin Gyaos who single handedly not only eliminated Eric Stuart but Justin Evans. Just like I promised in the end my hand was raised in victory. My confidence was rewarded with the sweet feeling of success. Proving once again that it is truly Good to be Gyaos. Remember that’s the catchphrase.

“The Answer” Justin Evans:
Aggrvation becauseI let a golden oppritiunty slip away,or get stolen away which everyou'd like to see it.But optimistic about the payback.

2) Gavin Gyaos
How has life been different in XVI than from Hollywood?

Gavin Gyaos:
Isn’t that blatantly obvious? Gaze out into the crowd and just look what I have been forced to surround myself. Nothing more than bottom feeding, inbred, trailer trash. Constantly staring at me and Nikkie with their crossed eyes and constantly flashing their toothless grins. Then there is your kind Justin Evans, hood rats and gangsters. Who enter the building flapping your big mouths without any consent for decency. A complete nuisance to modern society as a whole. The utter filth of America fill these seats every night and I for one can not stand for it. Me and Nikkie are part of the beautiful damn it! We mingle with the biggest celebrities. Lindsey Lohan, Michael Vick, and even Sir Paul McCartney. XVI is a step beneath for all I care. But one thing does remain true…my career continues to be nothing more than a success. And judging by the talent I see in the back everyday things will be staying the same.

3) Justin Evans
How has life been different in XVI than from the Streets?
Well asyou know this isn't my first rodeo.Being in the wrestling business in general is a a little different.Like the streets theres usually someone who wants to whoop my ass.difference is I get paid alot more.-chuckle- no but seriously the fans does it for me,nothing like having thousands of people cheering you on,you dont get that in the hood.

4) Both
What are your thoughts on Homeland Security?

Gavin Gyaos:
Our government spends minutes, hours, days, months, and even years over this. Wasting away thousands and even millions of dollars. Slaving away writing bills, laws, and amendments. The constant battle of voting and editing. So that we may not “offend” anyone. Well to hell with all that. Why continue to write hundreds of documents when the truth can simply fit on a post it not. GET OUT! And for all I care stay the hell out. Just because you’ve utterly ruined your country doesn’t mean you can sneak into ours and do the same. Bottom line you should all be given only three choices. Get Out! Stay Out! Or go to Canada! But don’t tread on us.

“The Answer” Justin Evans:
Not a big politcal type of person,but i Do support our troops,don't really agree with why they're out there or with the dumbass Dubya that sent them out there.but I do support the troops themselves,probably would be out theremyself if I wasn't here.

5) Both
Any last words to your Debate Opponent?

Gavin Gyaos:
In fact I do have a message for Justin Evans. But I am not going to lower myself to his standards. Using language and name calling that would even be considered beneath a 4th graders vocabulary. I will not be “spitting jive” or “dissing on yo moma.” Instead I am going to end my debate with some dignity and actual intellect. Quoting one of music’s greatest artist and no I don’t mean Tupac. Justin, let me leave you with the words of Bob Dylan, “You better start swimming. Or you'll sink like a stone. For the times they are a changing.”

“The Answer” Justin Evans:
Paybacks a bitch.

After the debate, both men are surprisingly civil in exiting the ring and heading towards the back as we see a wide grin on Gyaos, while a look of pained frustration with Justin Evans.

Commercial Break.

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Eric Cabrera:
The following contest is scheduled for One Fall! There will be no outside interference! And is for No Holds Barred!

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

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing first, he hails from Greenbough Alabama. Standing 6’4” and weighing in at 270lbs, Corporaaaaaalll Puuunishment!!!

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

David ~ We know what this means.

Ed ~ Yes we do! Here he comes!

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

Voice ~ Are you ready?

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

Once again, the voice rings in their ears.

Voice ~ It has begun.

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

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, he hails from St. Johns Newfoundland. Standing 6’4”, 231bs, Jordaaaan “Bullet Proof” Glaaaasss!

David Sierra:
Boy oh boy do these guys have history! They look more focused than ever, and I wonder what could possibly happen?

Ed Set:
Its going to be brutal Dave. These two have wanted at each others throats with no outside influence for a long long time, and we finally get to see it on Side Effect!

Ding Ding Ding!

Both men circle the ring, Corporal shakes his hands lose, having a large sneer on his face, as if trying to bulldog intimidate his opponent, but Jordan Glass feigns a lock up and backs away back to his corner, looking at The Corporal through his piercing blue orbs. Punishment lets a smile show across his face, as he is willing to be patient for this one to get under way. But the fans obviously aren’t as they are clamoring for The Corporal.

Kill Him Corp! Kill Him Corp! Kill Him Corp!

Ignacious acknowledges the fans, and this time successfully locks in a test of strength! The Corporal is able to back Jordan into the corner, the referee asks for them to back up, which is looks as if Corp may give him a clean break, but then snaps onto Mister Ultimate Assault with a series of powerful knees to the gut! He then finishes off the brutal combo with repeating head butts, knocking Bullet Proof silly! The referee finally pulls Corp off of the Number One Contender, while Jordan Glass rolls under the ropes to recover from the hard headed Corporal Of Punishment. Ignacious follows suit, but that is just what Bullet Proof wanted as he approaches, Jordan nails him in the mouth with a back elbow! Corporal backs away as Jordan now hits a German Suplex locking from behind! The fans let out a gasp as Corporal landed viciously on his neck.

But Jordan isn’t done yet, to further accentuate his new move set of spot monkey proportions, he stands on the apron with his back to Iggy. He then jumps on the second rope onto the 3rd and in a moment that could be frozen in time launches and connects into a Double Jump Moonsault onto his opponent!

Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

David Sierra:
Bah Gawd that was pure suicide!

Ed Set:
I prefer to call it Xtreme!!!

Jordan Glass is the first to rise to his feet, holding his neck and back with a brief massage. He then grabs Corp by the back of the neck, and throws his opponent towards the steel ring steps, but no! Corp reverses sending Bullet Proof crashing up and over the ring steps! Corporal then does the impossible. He runs! He runs and jumps over the ring steps hitting a HUGE snap lariat onto Bullet Proof, sending his foe flipping ONTO the guard rail stomach first! The Corporal now stands on the apron, looking to get some payback, and goes for a leg drop towards the back of a prone Jordan Glass, who moves at the last second forcing Corp to land on his surgically repaired leg!

He now begins to favor it trying to crawl away from the scene, but Jordan looks under the ring and brings out a steel chair, and throws it onto the questionable limb! A loud clang is heard as the chair ricochets off the ring post after bouncing off the leg of Ignacious. Jordan finally picks up his opponent and throws him inside the ring. Corporal still seems to be having trouble getting up, but as Jordan Glass crawls inside to taunt his current advantage, Iggy low blows Bullet Proof! He stands up on his two feet, it was a feint injury!

David Sierra:
For a second there I thought Corporal was really in trouble!

Ed Set:
The man was playing possum! What a jerk!

Corporal Punishment then grabs Jordan by the throat, lifting him up with one hand, and nails a Chokeslam Backbreaker! The Corporal goes for a pin attempt.

One…
Two…
Thr-Kickout!

Punishment doesn’t let up, despite the failed pin attempt, and drags Jordan back to the middle of the ring by the hair, and tries to nail his Tribute to the Show, but wait! Bullet Proof stops the bullet, and reverses into his own Side Effect! Both men go down!

XVI! XVI! XVI!

Jordan Glass now lays on his stomach, as if waiting for Corporal to get up first. Stalking him RKO style, The Corporal stumbles to his feet, holding his head in pain, but its about to be in even more pain as he turns around and becomes nailed with a C-4 by Jordan Glass! Flipping Yuranage Slam! Jordan now goes for a pin attempt!

One…
Two…
Thre-Kickout!

David Sierra:
My goodness these men are taking a beating!

Ed Set:
Neither has used a finisher though, so at any time these guys can still go down!

Ed once again speaks too soon for his own good as Jordan Glass now almost psychotically taunts in the corner for Punishment to rise once more. He wants to finish this once and for all, and sure enough Corporal takes the bait, and as he turns around we see Jordan going for The Shards of Glass! But Nooooo! Corporal dodges that massive bullet and rams Jordan Glass straight into the corner ring post! Corporal Punishment pulls him out from the impact, and turns him around and lands the All American Slam! He hooks the leg for a pin!

One…
Two…
Thre-KICKOUT!!!

Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

David Sierra:
No smurfin way! He kicked out of the All American Slam!

Ed Set:
What can the Corporal do now?

But the Savvy ring veteran knows what the fans are looking for, as he raises up his index finger! Signalling he wants to do it one more time! He lifts up a prone Jordan Glass, and looks to finish the Undefeated Original once and for all, and lifts him up for the All American Slam, but Jordan buckles under! He drops back down to his feet, and uses an insane amount of strength to lift up the Corporal and hits a devastating BP-Drop! Corporal crunches under the pressure, and unfolds into a mess of a man as Jordan now grabs a leg and stays in that position for a pin!

One…
Two…
Three!!!

Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Cabrera:
And here is your winner, Jordan “Bullet Proof” Glass!!!!

David Sierra:
Damnit! The Corporal was so close to! But still, that had to be his most impressive performance to date!

Ed Set:
Its just as the rest of Serafin said Dave, Corporal cant cut it in XVI. He just will never win!

David Sierra:
Oh will you stop!

Jordan Glass is in the ring celebrating his final win before heading into The American Dream, as Corporal Punishment rises to his feet, and begins to leave the ring. But Jordan turns around and stops The Corporal, and seems to be asking him something. Ignacious is nodding his head, as Bullet Proof brings out his hand, and The Corporal takes it! They are shaking hands!

David Sierra:
Now that right there is class act Ed. Something you should try doing once in a while!

Ed Set:
What does this mean? I am so totally lost right now!

David Sierra:
Well we got to cut to commercial, as we head into our final match, and our main event of the evening!

Commercial Break

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen, now is the time for your Main Event of The Evening! It is scheduled for Two out of Three Falls!

The Arena lights cut of, it is pitch black for a couple of seconds, strobe lighting starts to flicker on and off violently as Sorry, Your Not A Winner by Enter Shikari hits, The camera zooms in on the titontron watching the entrance video of Calaz, when it cuts back to the crowd, showing a spotlight searching around, slowly skimming from one section to another, the spotlight makes its way to the top corner of the arena and stops, revealing Calaz standing alone at the top of the steps, Jaime Reed's absence is notable as Calaz does'nt seem as energetic as he usually does. The spotlight follows him down the stairs of the arena while the strobe lighting gives an effect of slow motion, he reaches the bottom of the stairs and he hops the barricade, Calaz scuttles up the stairs and 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, there is almost a sense of anti-climax as Jaime Reed would normally be applauding every movement of Calaz as he then spreads his arms out and walks over to the other side of the ring holding the pose, the strobe lighting dies down as Calaz walks over to the corner awaiting his opponent.

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing first, representing Serafin, he hails from Stoke-On-Trent United Kingdom. Standing 6’2”, weighing in at 220lbs, “The New Era Icon” David Calaz!

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

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

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


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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, he will face Jordan Glass at the American Dream. He hails from Worcester Massachusetts. Standing 6’2”, weighing in at 221lbs, “The Champion of Champions” Szaban!!!

Ding Ding Ding!

These two waste no time finally getting at each other, although Calaz does look in disbelief at the very fact that he must face this man again. Szaban has nothing but vengeance in his eyes, as they get a collar and elbow lock up. Szaban gets a slight advantage, whipping Calaz into the ropes. But when Calaz comes back he takes the challenger down with a should block. Szaban spins right back up and looks for one of his own, but Calaz tries running at him, which Szaban leap frogs over and performs a reverse Dropsault on The Icon! Taken by surprise is David Calaz as he gets back up holding his chest, Szaban shrugs his shoulders and looks straight across at his opponent as if whats next.

They jockey for position once more, as this time Calaz takes the advantage, and tries to end a fall early with a Yuranage Suplex, connecting and he tries to lock in an Anaconda Vice, which Szaban rolls out of scouting the combo again, and hits a dropkick to the chin of Calaz!

David Sierra:
Szaban looking to be in top shape tonight, despite what happened to him three weeks ago!

Ed Set:
Calaz will get him back just you wait and see!

Calaz gets really frustrated now, and runs at Szaban, Z tries to counter with a drop toe hold, but Calaz rolls through it and levels him with a standing Clothesline. Szaban rises back up, in time to get caught with a Springboard Reverse DDT! Calaz isn’t done with his onslaught yet though, as he climbs the turnbuckle, and waits for Szaban, launching into an Overcastle, but Szaban catches him! He quickly snaps the high risk move into a Bostard Drop! Leveling Mr. XVI! He goes for a cover!


One…
Two…
Three!

Eric Cabrera:
Fall 1: Szaban!

The fans go crazy as the first fall is scored by the hero. He lifts up Calaz, and looks to play with him a little bit with some slaps, but Calaz hits him upside the head with an enziguri kick! Szaban seems a little stunned at that, but before he could even retaliate Calaz hits him with a Double Underhook Piledriver! Calaz, now desperate to even up the score, goes for a pin.

One…
Two…
T-Kickout!

David Calaz is really fuming now, as he begins to kick away at Szaban on his way up. Calaz quickly catches him, trying to take Z down and keep him down by connecting with a Side Effect. Calaz then uses that momentum instead to lock in the Anaconda Vice! He’s trying to make Szaban tap out! But Z elbows his way out, and they both rise to their feet again. Calaz tries to strike Szaban, who reverses to connect with a Russian Leg Sweep, but that hold too is reversed, but Calaz who now tries to get Szaban into a Shellshocker, which becomes reversed again as the returning hero locks in The P.O.D.! They drop to the mat with Calaz on top of Z, as the referee counts with Szaban unaware.

One…
Two…
Three!

Eric Cabrera:
Fall 2: David Calaz!

But shortly after the second fall Calaz goes limp from the vicious hold, and the referee performs double duty and call for the bell!

Eric Cabrera:
Fall 3 By Submission: And here is your Winner, Szaaabbaaannnn!!!

Szaban quickly lets go of the hold and stands proud, still full of adrenaline from that fight, he grabs a microphone.

Szaban:
Jordan Glass! Come this Sunday, you will know what its like when you get Dropped!

David Sierra:
Hallelujah a win for XVI!

Ed Set:
Maybe Serafin aren’t so unstoppable after all? That would make me a happy man!

David Sierra:
Well everyone, these feuds and more will come to a climax at The American Dream! Order it on Pay Per View and see what Xtreme is all about! Good Night!

End Show.