The End...for now (Kayn simon if he wants to)

[Keith Wyle]

As Kayn's music plays and he is announced as the winner, Keith minds run rampant....

:. Damn I don't believe I lost again, this is un-freakin-believable, well nothing left but.:

Keith grabs a mic from one of the stage hands...

"Kayn, Kayn wait up"

Keith spoke in a different tone, not the brash cocky one that everyone knew but the one he used everywhere else but in front of the fans and cameras. Keith rolled into the ring and stopped just in front of Kayn, he extends his hand.....

"No tricks, no finishers just a hand and respect"

[Kayn]

*Kayn stood for a few seconds, looked at Keith’s extended hand, then looked around at the crowd. Last time this happened he ended up on his back looking at the ceiling. He was totally drained from the match so couldn’t really defend himself if Keith pulled something like that again. However, since he did win the match, that meant that Keith had even more taken out of him.*

“That was a damn fine match, I knew you had it in you. Good luck on your qualifying match next week.”

*Kayn shook Keith’s hand. Never taking his eyes off Keith, he then raised Keith’s hand as if he had won the match, then applauded and rolled out of the ring. He got to the top of the ramp and while Keith was still in the middle of the ring, he bowed to the crowd, then he gave Keith a “thumbs up” and walked behind the curtain, leaving Keith in the ring with a microphone in hand.*

[Keith Wyle]

"Well now that I done got that out the way"

Keith says as he looks up the ramp as if Simon is standing there....

"Simon fierhart I may not be the great fighter you are, I might not have the answer to your lifelong question. But I do have the drive to come out here next week and bring the fight to ya".

Keith then turns towards the camera in the ring looking straight into it....

"So be prepared Keith Wyle is coming for ya and I may not win but will I damn sure show you I have what it takes to hang on your level"

With that Keith leaves the ring and up the ramp with crowd not knowing how to respond....

(End, unless Simon would like to say a few scornful remarks)

[simon]

Out of nowhere, Simon appears on the stage. He stands motionless. His arms folded across his chest. He speaks not a word. He mere stands, stareing at Wyle, in whom paused midway up the ramp. His forehead bandaged from the blow he'd taken earlier from Thanatos. He gives the slightest of nods to Keith. Almost to signify that his next battle would be the one that truly will define his status in XWA. Tonight, he lost a hard fought match that just as easily could have gone either way. next week, he faces one of the world's greatest fighters, with a chance to be XWA Champion hang in the balance. The title really meant nothing to Simon. It was the idea BEHIND the title that mattered.

Simon then walks off backstage. There was business of his own to tend to...