The camera pans, around until it found the ramp, in centre view. The pyro had begun to launch out from the bottom, it large blobs, and exploded, making a fire like explosion, and falls down to the Earth, almost like fireworks. And at this time, the voice of Jake Wells, and Midnight Star became audible. The next match would be underway, in the matter of seconds.

Wells: This next match, will be one to go down in the books. Shaun Cabalar, a man who seems to have a handful of problems, with the new foundation of this company, the Illuminati. But from what I can tell, there isn’t many who have a problem with them. But no one exactly does anything about it, but this man, Shaun actually does. The week before, he went up against Cade Silver, one of it’s members, and lost. But the week before, in the six man match, he came out the winner.

Star: But on that other hand Jake, you have the franchise, Gabriel Logan. Former XWF Futures champion, and in the ranking for Duel, it’s almost like his path was already paved for him. But with all of this going on, he has a big deal with Shaun. Meeting in the ring for the first time, these two icons will class. And it will be a marvel when it goes down. I can’t see who is to win. The Underdog Shaun Cabalar, or everybody’s favorite, Gabriel Logan. Either way, this will go down in the books!

The fans have begun to chatter, and the pyro has already begun to fade down, and into the ground. They grow tired of waiting. And as soon as that happens, Electioneering by Radiohead, blasts over the P.A system. The crowd begins to explode, and now have grown electric, and out from behind the curtains, walks Gabriel Logan, with a determined look on his face. Arms folded neatly over his chest, in a tight little fold. Making way, as Worley steps forward into the center of ring.

Worley: Now, approaching the ring, former XWF Futures Champion, standing at six foot, and one inches, he is, one of the most favorable men in this federation, GAAABBBBEEEE LOOOGGGAAAAN!

By the time the following announcements have been made, Logan is already inside of the ring, and thrusts his arms up into the air, the fans explode, seeing him stand before them all. Logan slowly places his arms loose, by his side, and begins to jock from side, to side. His face contained a calm, cool, and collect look to it. He was dangerous, and he knew it. The funny thing, he knew how great he was, and so did everyone else.

Star: Look at his face, this man is more than ready. He’s on the top of his game on this fresh, XBZ night, and he isn’t going to let anything get by him. This night, is Logan’s night. And he’s going to make sure, he makes himself more known, that he has been right now.

Logan steps down a little bit, and waits in the turnbuckle, as his theme slowly fades out, into the sound of the crowd can once more be heard again. They all fall silent, for a split second, until Like Toy Soldiers, by Eminem blasts over the P.A, yet again, sending the crowd into another fringe. Shaun Cabalar now has begun his walk down the ramp, starting off slowly, but darts towards the ring, and slides in, Logan keeping his glance. And by the time he is in, his first look, is in the turnbuckle, towards Logan, holding the gaze as skin tight, making his skin almost tingle. Feeling their knees buckle under the pressure, Worley announcing.

Worley: And now, in the ring, standing also at six foot, and one inch, he is one of the newest stars in the XWF, holding more than seventy wins in his career, with under six losses, this is, SHHHAAAUUUN CAAABBBAAALLLAAARRR!

The fans pop again, and Cabalar only is to raise one slender arm into the air, and take his appreciation. But a good amount of the crowd is to side away from him, and send a boo. None of which seem to bother Shaun, but before it could even go, the bell sounds. The arm drops, and the man still hold the stare down solemn.

Wells: And that is the sound of the bell, this one is officially under way!

The bell echoes through the arena, and then the crowd almost explodes, watching this match finally start. They stand, opposite from another, Logan now moving from the shade of the corner, placing his hands up into the air, like a fighting stance. Cabalar, has held himself with a slouch, and shown himself up carelessly, with his whole body a bit loose, and wobbly. But Logan, is all about business, and holds his stance tight, and close. But neither of the man have yet dared to take the first blow.

Star: What is all this about? Neither one of the men have decided yet to take the first move. Each of them have decided to play their own strategic role. Cabalar, holding himself in a lazy kind of way, proves to hold himself down, looking to have a plan. While Logan on the other hand, is fired up, and ready for anything he has to offer. Two, very the same styles, but yet so different, getting ready to explode right before out very eyes.

Logan is the first, to make the slightest move. His right foot, moves forward, in between Cabalar’s, and tilts a bit to the side, sweeping at one of Shaun’s leg’s, and with this lazy slouch, sends Shaun into a little bit of a tilt. Logan lunges forward, and slams his forearm, into the side of his head, this puts Cabalar into a little daze, almost making him see stars. Logan steps forward again, and steps to the side, his armpit now next to his head, using his body’s force, to but Shun down to his feet, pulling his arm back, and ties it against his back, almost able to hold it skin tight.

Star: And Logan, is the one to take the first move. He has advanced forward, and issued a strong elbow, and has the agility enough, to take his arm back, and tie it against his spine.

Cabalar stumbles around a little bit, and slides his right foot around, tripping Logan, but in this process, takes himself down, but Gabe doesn’t let go of the hold, but now holds him down against the mat, pulling out a good arm bar, and the ref now drops down, watching Shaun, who now seems to be in a little bit of pain, but apparently not ready to tap out yet.

Star: This battle how now started out on technical terms, but through all these series of moves, Logan is still out ahead, squeezing on that arm with a good force. It’s not bothering Cabalar right now, but with the strength that Gabe has, he’s libel to make him tap out early.

Logan drops the arm, and rolls him up into a cradle, with a good amount of speed. The ref moves over, and is ready to make the cover…1….2…KICKOUT. The early pin, was kicked out early, and now Cabalar has already gotten to his feet first, and clotheslines Logan down to his feet, slamming his elbow down onto his chest, holding down the shoulders, and makes the pin, Cabalar over Logan…1…2….Almost a three, and a good kick-out.

Star: Cabalar takes the advantage, and is now taken to the pin, and almost takes a third count, but still, he’s up. Both of these men have already made a pin, but neither of which have been for the final count.

Logan slowly gets to his knees, Cabalar runs off of the ropes, and aims at a perfect angle, and grabs his head, jamming it hard into the mat, with a slight bounce, hitting with a good DDT. But not letting go of the head lock, he turns around, still with the hold, and like a multiple German suplex, but does the same with a DDT, hitting it three times, giving Logan a slight feel of fan, going for a pin again….1….2……KICKOUT!

Wells: And then goes Cabalar for another pin, but yet again he falls short for a two count. Each one of these men are wanting to put this match behind them fast, but it’s going to take a little bit of work, and that little bit of work, is going to take a lot. But I see something going on here….Logan isn’t putting all he has into it, or even trying his best, he’s keeping his strength neutral…and holding his power, and keeping his pace, while Cabalar, on the other hand is being a bit aggressive. But with this going on, Logan Is going to have him in time, if he is able to hold out.

Cabalar is back to his feet, while Logan has taken his time, following by what he had in his mind. Logan stands, and Shaun gives him his room. Logan is looking a little light headed, and feeling a little weak, while Cabalar was in perfect condition, but was slowly running out of stamina, already breaking out a good sweat, and breathing pretty damn hard.

Star: And here we go back down into the classic stare-down. Both men are feeling signs of weaknesses, but in their own way. But so far, it’s looked to be a good match. Both of the men are practically equal, but soon one will take themselves ahead, and win this match. Whichever has the best stamina in order to hold out, will take this match. Cabalar is tired, and Logan is beat down.

Cabalar lunges forward, and head-butts Logan, making him stumble a little more, and then sends the corner of his boot, into Logan’s knee cap, putting him down on one side. Cabalar goes to the arm, and tugs on it hard, pulling on Logan. And the time his head, and body was to reach Shaun, he had his arm up, and nailed him hard for a clothesline, putting him instantly onto the mat. Cabalar doesn’t go for the pin, but picks up Logan again, and dives under, landing a hard spinebuster, that plants him in the center of the ring, this time, still not going for the pin, but lifts him again, and lands another spine buster, and rolls over, taking his head into a headlock.

Star: Cabalar is still on his aggressive side, and doesn’t slack down, letting Logan feel pain every second he can. But every inch further he goes, Logan is back up, with the same speed, holding his same stance.

Cabalar is breathing harder, and slowly starting to ease down, each move is less impacted, but Logan is up with the same speed, and holding himself the same way, not showing any sign of pain. But inside, he was throbbing, but he didn’t allow that to slow him down. The time was now, and he was ready to take Shaun for all he had, ready to show him what all he had to offer. He stepped forward, and slammed his fist into Shaun’s chin, putting him down with one hit, him resting tired like. The fans explode, and from behind the curtains, walks Dr. Evil, who has now approached the ring.

Wells: What the hell? It’s Dr. Evil!! I wander what the hell he’s doing out here, right in the middle of the match.

Cabalar is out, and Logan wears a sadistic smile on his face, by the time Evil has made his way up onto the apron, and looks over at Logan, holding his thumb up forward, and grins slowly, turning the thumb upside down, and begun to yell and the downed body.

Evil: Cabalar, you have already wasted enough of my time, and you know what? I think that has came to a stop. I’m not going to let you do it anymore, for my boy here is going to end your little career…Logan, show him no mercy.

Logan picks him up, and slams his foot into his groin, and nails him with an X-Factor, and rolls over for the pin…1….2….3!! The bell sounds, as Worley comes into the ring.

Worley: And here is your winner, GAAABBBBEEE LOOOGGGAAAN!

Worley is pushed aside, and Evil tosses Logan a chair, where he now has begun to introduce the raw steel, into his face, until red covered the blue colored chair…