Side Effect: April 9th, 2007

[Makaveli The Don]

Red and Gray pyros blast off around the ring. After going around the ring, the pyros follow up the entrance ramp and once at the top a huge explosion comes out from the pyros as they go up high up in the air.

David~
Welcome ladies and gents to XVI Side Effect. This is the big show that is following up the great pay per view A Fool's Revenge.

Ed~
That's right a night in which the new XVI title found a home with Jake Xavier being the first Next Generation Champion.

David~
After fighting through two hard matches he won, and won big to be the first to ever hold the title. G-Dawg who is the number one contender for the XVI World Title beat Calaz in a hard faught match after giving Calaz TWO F-Bombs.

Ed~
Promises of the return of Chris Thantos were heard around the arena. Jordan Glass won the Xtreme title from Prozac as Jordan sent Prozac through a flaming table.

David~
And then we went to the double Main Event, with Szaban...

Just as David started to speak the lights dimmed out. A blue fog fills the arena as fans scream and slowly begin to ignite their 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.

"Till I Collapse" Explodes out of the speakers and the crowd manages to be heard roaring with cheers over the music Szaban makes his way down the ramp to the chorus of cheers and chants
Szaban walks up the metal stairs and through the ropes. Szaban goes to all four turnbuckles as pyros explode behind him. Szaban stands in the middle of the ring looking all around as the fans are going wild and chanting his name. Szaban picks up the mic that is lying at his feet and raises his hand in the air. The crowd falls silent as Szaban looks over them one last time and he raises the mic to his mouth

Szaban~
Guess who?

The crowd roars in cheers in chants but they quickly fade out

Szaban~
Well well well A Fool's Revenge was quite a night was it not? I mean two matches back to back, and well? Two wins back to back, and once again.

Szaban pauses as the crowd gets amped up

Szaban~
Once again the Champion of Champions is holding the biggest prize in the industry. Once again The VnB fails to stop Szaban and Johnny Mental has seemingly seen his last days.

The crowd roars

Szaban~
We have just only started though. All of you know what is coming up, first I am going to have to deal with my not better half being Rachel and whomever she is sleeping with these days. And then I get to take this title and go to the next Pay Per View and face off against one of the few people that I respect in this company, G-Dawg.

''Champion" chants start in the upper sections and like a tidal wave move down through the arena until they are echoing in the back halls.

Szaban~
Well I did not mean to steal your thunder David and Ed, I just felt it was time for me to come out and see these fans and kick this show off right.

Szaban tosses the mic down as his music hits. Szaban walks around outside of the as he is shaking the hands of everyone ring side then he steps up and over the barricade and leaves the ring side area through the fans

David~
Well people there go's your champion high and mighty.

Ed~
And rightfully so. Well we will be right back with our first match on XVI Side Effect.

[Makaveli The Don]

The entrance begin with a total darkness who cover all the arena and a purple spot flash the stage with all the smoke who appears in the stage after we saw Shadow make this entrance in all the fog of smoke. He make this way slowly in the ring and when he come at the ramp four flames appears in both side. When he is nears of the ring all become dark again and when he enter the ring and raise both arms in the airs and slaming down like king all the big flames appears around the ring and we saw Shadow doing this taunts of Dominance ( Muhammed Hassan taunts) at the same time he did this evil look and he without this druids cloths and the flames dissapears. When the light come he waits against this opponents to come.

Eric Cabrera: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Fatal 4 Way contest. Introducing first, hailing from the Dark World, weighing in at 310lbs, Standing 6’10”, he is the King of Darkness, The Maestro of Evil, Shadow!

Arena goes dark, the words LET THE REVOLUTION BEGIN... flash across the screen in red. Saliva's Survival of the Sickest slams the PA, followed by showers of golden sparks from the top and bottom of the entrance. Standing amidst all the pyro is Johnny Kaos, his back turned toward the crowd and his arms outstreched. Kori James saunters gracefully by him and he turns around and grabs her by the waist. She slides down his body, pauses at his crotch and rises back up. They walk slowly toward the ring hand in hand while the audience shouts an array of coloful comments. Johnny slides into the ring first, slowly rising to his knees. In one swift motion he jumps from his knees to his feet. He holds the second and bottom rope open for Kori, while she walks up the stairs and across the apron. She bends down under the rope and comes up into Johnny's arms. They kiss again. Then Johnny, one arm still around Kori, raises his fist into the air and sparks shower down from above the ring.

Eric Cabrera: And his opponent, hailing from Memphis Tennessee, weighing in at 211lbs, standing 6’2”, accompanied by Kori James, he is the Modern Day Outlaw, Johnny Kaos!

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 center 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 center 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 unstraps his sword belt. Walks to his corner the winged cloak and sword belt handed to bell ringer.

Eric Cabrera: And the challenger, hailing from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 175lbs, standing 5’9”, he is Sah’ta Thor!

Lights go pretty dim 2 lighting bolts strike the stage at the same time the music starts, a few seconds later 2 more bolts strike now a spotlight shines down to the middle of the stage, Prozac walks out and stands in the light he waits there for a few seconds and looks at the ring the with one hand he beats on his chest and yells (the lights turn back on to normal) and 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 twice with the other one, then waits in the middle of the ring

Eric Cabrera: And the final participant, hailing from Cornwall New York, weighing in at 234lbs, standing 6’0”. Representing the Meds, he is Prozaaaac!

David Sierra: Most of these men all have something to prove Ed. Shadow has yet to get a victory here at XVI, Johnny Kaos HATES multi way contests, and still is yet to win won, Thor needs to step up and prove he is above the pack, and Prozac needs to put these young grapplers in their places before the Meds become a thing of the past.

Ed Set: They have not had a good stroke of luck as of late, but Jake Xavier is going against Ritalin, and you can bet that Prozac will be watching no matter what happens to him in this match!

Ding Ding Ding!

Shadow wastes no time in going straight for Johnny Kaos with a surprise Running DDT! Shadow quickly gets back up and dispatches Thor with a running big boot. Shadow clotheslines Prozac over the top rope and screams up into the ceiling with a battle cry. Shadow then picks up a prone Johnny Kaos and drops him to the mat with a Hellfire Slam! Thor gets back up and dropsaults Shadow into the ropes. Prozac comes into the ring and spears Thor! Prozac gets up and flips his hair back looking at an entangled Shadow, and jumps off an opposite rope near Shadow and hits him with a springboard Dropkick! Prozac goes for a quick cover over Johnny Kaos.

One…
Two…Kickout! Kaos isn’t done yet.

Prozac goes for a Piledriver onto the Modern Day Outlaw, and lifts him up, but Johnny pulls himself down and gets a backdrop on Prozac. Kaos stalks Thor as he tries to get up, but as he runs for a tackle of his own, Thor reverses, throwing Kaos into the ropes, he bounces off and instead connects onto Prozac with a Tornado DDT! Johnny Kaos goes once again for Thor, who drops Outlaw with a flap jack, but he comes back up holding his stomach. Apparently the impact caused him to get back to his feet. Shadow runs to both men and hits a double leaping drop kick! The sheer size and weight of the fall from Shadow causes the ring to shake as both men go down hard, having the wind knocked right out of them.

Prozac sees his opportunity and lands straight onto Shadows throat with a wicked leg drop from the top rope! Prozac feels the adrenaline and picks up Johnny Kaos and drops him with the PDDT! But amazingly enough, The Outlaw flows over the DDT, and finds himself standing back up and shoots a superkick to the Jaw of Prozac! Thor comes up from behind and hits a release german suplex! Thor then goes after Prozac and signals for a quick end and lands a flip piledriver! Thor was going to go for a pin, but Shadow stops that attempt as well and with a Power Clothesline! Thor keeps on showing the heart of a lion and gets back up, only to walk straight into Shadows own, Chokeslam from the Darkness! Shadow goes for a cover,

One…
Two…
Th-Kickout!

David Sierra: You wont beat Thor that easily!

Ed Set: The almighty thunder god remains solid!

Shadow stands up ominous once more, Johnny Kaos hits him in the back of the head with an enziguri kick, but he remains standing and lifts the Outlaw into a Gorilla Press Slam! Shadow is looking dominant at this point, until Prozac comes up and lands a springboard spear taking the King of Darkness down! Prozac falls to the mat next to Shadow, and Kaos and Thor are getting up on opposite sides of the ring. Both Kaos and Thor charge at each other. Punches are thrown left and right. Kaos is now getting on the offensive side. Thor seems to get weak from the punches. Out of nowhere, Kaos grabs him and BODY SLAMS THOR! Thor is down! Kaos taunts the crowd, but then he feels someone hit him from behind. It's Shadow! Shadow is up! He punches him, sending him towards the turn buckle. Thor gets up. Kaos is resting on that turnbuckle as Shadow and Thor begin to stare at each other.

Ed Set:
Oh no, David. They're a tag team, you know?!

David Sierra:
It's every man for himself.

All of a sudden, Shadow and Thor grab Kaos. They both send him up the turnbuckle. A DOUBLE SUPERPLEX! Kaos is knocked out.

David Sierra:
What the hell!

Prozac gets up and sees what's happening to Kaos. This is his chance to retaliate. He waits for Shadow to turn around to give him a vicious spear. Shadow turns around, but when he charges towards him, an unexpected Thor comes and gives him a HELL OF A Clothesline! Shadow covers Johnny Kaos. Thor covers Prozac.

David Sierra:
What is this?! Both men are covering another opponent! Whose gonna win?!

The referee pins..

ONE! TWO!




THREE!!!!!!!!

Erick Cabrera:
Here are your winners... SHADOW.... AND THOOOOOOOR!!

David Sierra:
WHAT???

Ed Set:
It's a tie between the two men!

David Sierra:
Talk about great partnership.

Both men raise their arms as the show goes to a commercial.

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[Makaveli The Don]

You plop back down into your favorite seat just as your screen comes back from a long line of commercials that you really couldn't care less about.

David ~ Hello, and welcome back to XVI's Side Effect, and what a night we've had so far. We've already seen an amazing Fatal Four-Way match.

Ed ~ Meh, it was alright.

David rolls his eyes.

David ~ Well .. up next we have Jake Xavier's first title defense against his arch nemesis .. well, ever since he's been here .. Ritalin.

Ed ~ Now this should be good.

David laughs as Ritalin comes out onto the stage and raises both of his arms high over his head. He then makes his way down ramp slapping hands with the fans. He slides into the ring, then jumps to his feet. He goes to two different corners and puts one foot on the bottom rope and one the middle and raises his arms. he then jumps down off the ropes and stands in his corner, ready and waiting for Jake.

'Before I Forget' by Slipknot plays throughout the arena, and the lights in the arena dim. Jake Xavier walks through the curtain, standing tall, leather jacket draped over his shoulders. He walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans, and shouts at them when being "boo'ed". He slides under the bottom rope, and takes off his leather jacket, and throws it into the corner. He then turns and glares a Ritalin with a look of pure disdain.

The bell rings but both of them just stand there, un-moving.

David ~ These guys have a real hatred for each other.

Ed ~ You think ?!

David just glares at Ed.

Suddenly Jake runs at Ritalin, taking him to the mat with a clothesline. He then starts to viciously kick his chest and neck. Ritalin catches his foot but Jake jumps and hits a leg drop right across Ritalin's neck.

Jake gets to his feet, then lifts Ritalin up off the mat. Jake runs and bounces off the rope, then jumps into the air, hitting Ritalin witha tornado DDT. He rolls over closer to Ritalin and locks in the STF.

The referee checks on Ritalin, seeing if he's going to tap. Ritalin starts to shake his head, as if he's not going to give-up. The crowd begins to stamp their feet and clap their hands, trying to make it so that Ritalin will be able to break the hold. Jake says something, but you can't hear it. It looked as if he had screamed 'SHUT UP!'

Suddenly Ritalin elbows Jake in the head, and Jake breaks the hold, grasping his forehead. Ritalin gets to his feet and sneaks up behind Jake, hitting a german suplex. He springboards back to his feet, then runs at the ropes and jumps off them, hitting a lionsault.

Ritalin slowly gets back to his feet and tries to life Jake up, but Jake rakes his eyes and then DDT's him. He lifts Ritalin to his feet and RItalin hits him with a hard right to the head. Jake retaliates with a hard left to the head. Ritalin hits Jake once again with a right, and Jake hits him back with a left. This continues for multiple seconds until Ritalin uppercuts Jake, then hits a dropkick straight to his chest.

They both fall hard, Ritalin bended back his arm into an awkward position and screamed as all his weight was put onto it. Jake lays there in the fetal position, protection his chest.

Ed ~ Wow, that didn't look good. His shoulder may be sprained.

Jake begins to get back to his feet and notices Ritalin holding his left shoulder. He smiles, then begins to kick it without remorse. He continues to do this until the referee stops him because he is afraid Ritalin may be injured. He checks his shoulder and decides the match can go on.

Jake lifts Ritalin to his feet and lifts Ritalin high above his, then dropping him, nailing a suplex. Jake laughs as Ritalin screams again, holding his shoulder. He lifts Ritalin back to his feet, but Ritalin falls, leaning on the ropes. Jake see's the opportunity and runs, jumping up onto the top ropes.

As Ritalin gets off the ropes and turns, he gets pummeled by Jake with a standing shooting star press. Jake lays there on top of Ritalin and the referee counts.

One ..
Two ..
BREAK!

Jake yells at the referee, frustrated that he didn't get win. He gets to his feet and drags Ritalin up as well. Ritalin suddenly nails Jake in the face with a harsh right hand, then chops him across the chest. He then kicks him in the gut twice and nails him with a face buster.

Ritalin struggles back to his feet, leaning on the ropes while Jake holds his nose, making sure it's not broken. Ritalin drops to the mat and locks in a modified sleeper hold. Jake seems to be becoming limp. Suddenly, he swings his foot back and it hits Ritalin in the back. Ritalin releases the hold.

David ~ What .. the .. hell .. HOW THE FUCK DID HE DO THAT?!

Ed ~ Those damn Canadians, always so big but flexible and speedy at the same time.

They both get to their feet and begin to exchange lefts and rights once again. Suddenly Jake comes out of no where with an uppercut and then lifts Ritalin well above his head, then drops him, hitting the brainbuster.

Jake gets back to his feet, runs at the ropes and bounces off them, then drops to his side, sliding into Ritalin with a sliding dropkick to the gut. Jake jumps back to his feet and lifts up Ritalin, kicks him in the gut and plants him with a quick powerbomb. He gets his legs and locks in the sharpshooter.

The referee checks Ritalin once again, seeing if he is going to tap out. The crowd once again begins to stomp and clap, trying to get Ritalin to break the hold. Ritalin rolls over, forcing Jake to break it.

Both men get to their feet, and begin to exchange punches once more. Jake kicks Ritalin in the shin, then in the back of the thigh and then in the chest, knocking him back onto his back.

David ~ Wow. Jake doesn't seem like the kind of person to use a kicking combination.

Ed ~ Like I said Dave, it's because he's Canadian.

David laughs.

Jake locks in the figure four leg lock. Once again, the crowd begins to chant and stomp and clap. Jake begins to cuss on the crowd, enraged that they won't cheer for him.

Suddenly Ritalin rolls over quickly, once again forcing Jake to break the hold. Jake jumps up and begins to stomp on Ritalin's bad shoulder. Ritalin slowly gets to his feet, only to be met with a hard clothesline, then an elbow drop, then a leg drop, and then another elbow drop.

David ~ Wow, Jake is in overdrive here tonight folks.

Jake pounds on Ritalins shoulder with his two fists as he lays beside him. Ritalin is screaming in pain. Over and over Jake pounds the living shit out of Ritalin's shoulder with hard rights and lefts.

Suddenly Ritalin turns over, nailing Jake with a low blow, which somehow was unseen by the referee.

Ed ~ The ref must've had a blind spot there.

Ritalin pokes Jake in the eyes, then gets to his feet. He climbs to the top ropes and hits a elbow drop on Jake. He remains on top of him for the cover.

One ..
Two ..
Th .. BREAK!

Ritalin begins to shout at the referee. Just then, Seraphina Hayes runs out from behind the curtain. She is wearing a pink leather bathing suit that barely covers ANYTHING and she is dripping wet. She runs down the the ring and jumps up onto the apron. She begins to talk with the referee, who is obviously a straight man, if you get my drift.

Ritalin gives up and turns around and notices that Jake is back to his feet. He then turns back around to run at the ropes, but see's Jordan Glass running at him with a steel chair. Ritalin ducks, and Jordan swings, missing everything. Jordan doesn't know what to do, seeing as Seraphina can't hold the referee's attention much longer. So he jumps over the top rope, hits the floor and rolls under the ring, still holding the chair. Seraphina just stands there, not knowing what to do.

The referee turns around, but he doesn't see anything wrong with the scene. Ritalin takes the opportunity and jumps on Jake, nailing him with a spine buster. He then picks him back up and ..

David ~ BKO!

Ritalin rolls Jake up for the pin.

One ..
Two ..
THREE!!

Ritalin gets to his feet and rolls out of the ring, eying the drenched Seraphina. He smiles devilishly as he picks up his newly owned NextGen title belt.

RA ~ Your winner, and new NextGen Champion, RITALIN!

Your screen cuts to commercials with Ritalin walking up the ramp, smiling at Jordan and Seraphina who are in the ring, trying to wake Jake up.

[Makaveli The Don]

In a pitch black room the sound rustling can be heard slightly. A flash of light is quickly seen and dies down. Just as fast as it came. A single red dot is all that can be seen. The dot seemingly floats around in the darkness. Grey smoke appears the thick black. It lingers in the air, the smell of cigarretes starts to become noticeable. Soon there is the sound of foot steps within the dark. The red dot of light going along with the steps. Lights come on revealing Guy Dooley has turned on the switch. The myserious red light, the end of his cigarrete bud. He blows a puff of smoke before walking back towards the camera. Dooley pulls up a black, metal chair and takes a seat. From a near cooler removing a cold bottle of beer. Removing the cap with his mouth and taking a long drink from it. Guy places the beer near his feet. Taking another large hit from his cigarrete then exhaling some more smoke. Guy Dooley lets straight at the camera as a scowl comes over his face.

Guy Dooley: For almost two decades...20 long years. Day in and day out, week in and week out, month in and month out, I have laced up these old boots. Walked between those black curtains. Whether it be 20 people, 200, or even 2,000 it doesn't give a damn. I worked my ass off! Sweating, bleeding, and sacrificing my life to entertain those fans. Wrestling is a sport, a tradition, its a religion! But leave it to America...leave it to those yankee bastards to screw the whole lot of things. Turning wrestling into a disgraceful, shameful, and nothing more than a bloody joke! So I am strapping on these boots one last time...because I will be damned if I sit on my ass and watch this bull shit continue! I am coming to XVI and going to give all you poor bastards a stiff history lesson. If your suspecting 450 splashes, front-flip piledrivers, or dives to the outside...than your damn wrong! I am coming to crack skulls, break noses, put people in hospital beds, and end some damn careers. Just like the good ol' days. I am Ireland's Favorite Bastard Son...Guy Dooley...

He chuckles in his chair. It soons turn into large, bellowing laughter. Guy Dooley picks up his beer from the ground. Swallowing the last of it in one large gulp. Most of the beer spilling down the sides of his mouth. Then takes the bottle and throwing against the wall, shattering into pieces. Dooley takes one last hit of his cigarrete before putting it out in his palm. Guy doesn't show any sign of pain once so ever. He then takes what's left of the cigarrete and tosses it into his mouth. Then swallows it hold. Guy Dooley then gets up out the chair, pushing it over. Dooley approaches the camera and with a swift punch knoking it to the ground. We are taken to a ground level view of Guy's locker room floor. The last sight we see is him winding up before placing his boot into the lens of the camera.

[Makaveli The Don]

R.A. The next match is a non title match for one fall. Introducing first…weighing in at 270 pounds, he is from Greenbough Alabama he is…Corporeal Punishment!

Stars and Stripes Forever plays over the PA system as a marching band comes from behind the curtains with full attire and enthusiasm. From behind them comes Corporeal Punishment with a huge spanning American Flag over his shoulder as he waves it about and salutes creating a short explosion with red white and blue streamers going everywhere. He looks focused as usual with a broad chin and murderously patriotic look on his face. He makes his way to the ring as the Marching band travels around it and comes out from the left and travels back up the ramp as we get one more salute from the Corporeal.

R.A. And his opponent weighing in at 297 pounds, he’s from Shearstown, Newfoundland and he is the current Xtream Champion he is…Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass

The lights dim, as the bass line of "Miss Murder" rocks the arena. The crowd jump to their feet, some booing, some cheering. As the bass line ends and the song begins, a shot of white pyrotechnic shaped in an X shoots up into the air, and a single white spotlight shines down on the man standing there. He has on black jeans and black wrestling boots with his black leather trench coat dangling down around his shins. His upper body is very well defined; his pecks and his eight pack are very evident. His black, wavy locks draped down around his shoulders and face, accentuating his grey-black eyes. He runs to the ring with a focused look in his eyes, not even looking at the crowd. He jumps up onto the apron of the ring and goes under the top rope. He removes his trench coat and begins to hop around, waiting.

David: This should be a great match.

Ed: Jordan fresh off his win in a brutal match with Prozac that won him the gold.

They lock up then not long after Corporeal Punishment hits glass with a European uppercut knocking him down. He then stomps on Glass three times then lifts him to his feet, runs and bounces off the ropes to hit a clothesline but glass ducks under it and kicks punishment in the gut and hits a piledriver. Climbs the turnbuckle and waits for punishment to get up. When Punishment gets up Glass jumps off for a flying clothesline and hits him. Glass then stomps out Punishment about four times then lifts him to his feet. Punishment threw Jordan’s hands off of him and hits him with right and left straight punches. Then bounces off the ropes and hits a clothesline.

David Sierra:
Devastating clothesline by Jordan Glass.

Ed Set:
This is exactly why he's the XTreme Champion. This is exactly why he beat Prozac. Whenever Jordan Glass has a chance to attack, BAM. He takes it. No matter what is in his way.

Punishment bounces off the ropes and hits glass with a running leg drop. Punishment then lifts glass up to his feet and goes for a suplex but glass reverses it into a suplex of his own. Then Glass climbs the turnbuckle and hits punishment with a senton. Glass then jumps and goes for a standing knee drop on punishment but punishment rolls out of the way then gets up and rushes glass and nails him with a running big boot.

David Sierra:
Can Jordan Glass capitalize?

Ed Set:
Of course he can, David. He's Bullet Proof!

Corporal Punishment goes up the the turnbuckle. He raises his arms, but when he looks down he sees that he Jordan Turtle is quickly crawling towards his direction. Jordan quickly gets up and punches him. Corporal, still on top of the turnbuckle, seems to have an affect on the strong punches by Jordan Turtle. Jordan Glass grabs him and NAILS HIM WITH A FINAL DESCENT!

David Sierra:
OH MY GOD!

Ed Set:
He's only known to do that off a ladder! What a rare move Jordan Glass has just made!

Corporal Punishment is on the mat looking up at the ceiling. Jordan Glass pins.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

David Sierra:
Jordan Glass has done it once again, Ed.

Ed Set:
What a great run for Jordan. There's no telling what he'll do next.

Jordan Glass holds up his Title, on his way backstage.

[Makaveli The Don]

The arena goes dark and blurry images begin flashing across the XVI-tron.

IN A WORLD OF DESTRUCTION, WAR, AND DECEIT...

THERE ARE THOSE WHO STAND FOR WHAT IS RIGHT...

THERE ARE THOSE WHO TRY TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE...

THEN THERE ARE THOSE WHO JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK!!!

Survival of the Sickest by Saliva slams the PA system followed by a huge explosion at the top of the ramp. Johnny Kaos, Jason Cane, and Kori James (still wearing a neck brace) walk through the curtain, standing beneath the dazzling display of pyrotechnics. With Johnny in the lead, the trio slowly walk to the ring. Johnny slides under the bottom rope as Jason steps over the top. Johnny then holds the second rope up allowing Kori to enter the ring. Johnny climbs the nearest turnbuckle while Jason climbs the adjacent one. With Kori standing at the ropes between them, Johnny and Jason raise their fists into the air, while another explosion of pyro, this time above the ring, rocks the arena.

Johnny and Jason jump off the turnbuckles and Johnny reaches for a microphone. Standing in the center of the ring, arm around Kori, the "Modern Day Outlaw" begins to speak.

Alright, cut the damn music.

The music stops playing and Johnny continues.

Now I promised everyone that I had a surprise in store for those delusional idiots, Thor and Shadow, and I am here to deliver.

Johnny pauses for dramatic effect as the crowd murmurs in anticipation.

As you all know, Outlaw Inc. had a private meeting with XVI chairman Makaveli this past week and we have come to an agreement.

Johnny pauses again and the crowd's excitement is reaching a fever pitch.

For what you did to Kori at A Fool's Revenge, and just because we don't like either of you, we demanded a match with you at XVI's next pay-per-view, the Aftermath.And as always, what Outlaw Inc. wants, Outlaw Inc. gets.But, there is one little thing, the match type has yet to be decided.

Johnny stops for a moment, sharing knowing smiles with Kori and Jason.

So, in the spirit of fairness, Makaveli and I came up with a series of matches to take place in the weeks leading up to Aftermath. Whoever wins the most of these matches will be able to choose the match type for the tag match at the PPV.

Johnny points to Jason Cane and smiles.

Next week, right here on Side Effect, it will be my man, Jason Cane, versus that over-sized bitch, Shadow in a falls-count-anywhere match.

Jason rubs his hands together, a look of sheer blood lust in his eyes.

Then, the following week, it will be I, the "Modern Day Outlaw" against the woman-beating jackass, Thor in a submission match.

All three smile, knowing this to be Johnny's specialty.

Then, on the third and final week, it will be the always lovely Kori James against that ugly little whore who follows Shadow around, whatever her name is in a bra and panties match.

The entire male populace in the crowd cheers at this, while Johnny and Jason admire Kori's "assets".

And, like I said before, whichever team wins two or more of those three matches gets to choose the stipulation for Aftermath. But we all know who that's gonna be don't we?

The crowd starts booing as Johnny drops the mic, he, Jason, and Kori all laughing. They exit the ring as Saliva's Survival of the Sickest plays again.

[Makaveli The Don]

The camera pans over the crowd to reveal fans beginning to stand on their feet as "Seven Nation Army" blares over the p.a. Signs in the crowd begin to come up and the fans begin a G-Dawg chant, and when the anticipation is at its height, G-Dawg makes his way through the curtains. He pumps up the crowd by running from one end of ramp to another. He slaps a few hands on his way down then sprints down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He stands in the center of the ring then stares up at the ceiling. He takes off his shirt and throws it on the floor outside of the ring and poses on each turnbuckle, then waits anxiously for his opponent to arrive.

Eric Cabrera: Ladies and Gentlemen this is your Main Event! Introducing first, hailing from Raleigh North Carolina, weighing 295lbs, standing 6’1”, he is G-Dawg, Jason Golden!

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 the hooded figure known as Calaz, the spotlight follows him down the stairs of the arena while the strobe lighting gives an effect of slow motion almost, he reaches the bottom and hops the barricade, he 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, 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: And his opponent, hailing from Stoke-On-Trent, United Kingdom. Weighing in at 268lbs. And standing 6’2”. He is the New Era Icon, David Calaz!

David Sierra: Welcome everyone and here with us in the announce table in your world Champ, Szaban!

Ed Set: What an honor it is to be sitting next to you sir.

Szaban: You want a napkin Ed?

Ed Set: What for?

Szaban: You got a stain on your nose, kinda brown.

Ding Ding Ding!

The action gets off to a huge start with G-Dawg running straight for Calaz who seems to obliviously still be looking at G-Dawg as if he was still in the corner, and gets caught in a precarious predicament with a release belly to belly suplex sending Calaz all the way across the ring! G-Dawg stays on his opponent and follows up with a big snap suplex! He rolls around and goes for a quick pin.

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Szaban: No way G-Dawg thinks hes going to get a win over Calaz like that, no way.

David Sierra: What are your thoughts on G-Dawg as a possible opponent for you at the Aftermath?

Ed Set: Hes not done yet! You might wanna hold that question!

G-Dawg continues the high impact punishment with a backbreaker! He lifts him up from the backbreaker position and goes for another but Calaz reverses with an armdrag. He wastes no time allowing G-Dawg to continue his relentless assault and lands a Side Effect! Calaz goes up to the top rope, and hits a Swanton Bomb! G-Dawg grabs onto Calaz’ knees and chin and bridges him into a Bow And Arrow lock! But he switches it up and locks on a Boston Crab! G-Dawg is right in front of the announce table facing as Calaz is far away from grabbing ropes on his side, Szaban stands up from the table and takes off his headset, and smirks at G-Dawg. Who becomes quickly frustrated with the fact that Szaban wont acknowledge his dominance, and releases the hold to yell at the Champ. When Calaz catches him off guard with a low blow! He rolls up the Gangster, and puts his feet on the ropes! The referee doesn’t see.

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Eric Cabrera: And your winner, David Calaz!

David Sierra: I don’t believe it! Szaban screwed G-Dawg!

Ed Set: Szaban didn’t do anything, G-Dawg didn’t have to relinquish the hold.

David Sierra: We will just have to tune in next week to see how this quickly escalating feud develops! Good night everyone!

The show begins to fade to black as we close up on G-Dawg staring violently at Szaban with murder in his eyes. Tune in next week to see his next move!