Side Effect: 4/16/2007

[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. The camera skims through the screaming XVI fans as another XVI Side Effect is about to begin, the camera cuts to an excited looking commentary table as Ed Set and David Sierra look into the camera.

Ed Set:
Ladies and gentlemen XVI welcomes you, to another exciting edition of Side Effect, I'm Ed Set and beside me is my partner David Sierra, David...

David Sierra:
Tonight we have a special inter-gender match between the XVI world heavyweight champion Szaban and a woman who is making her debut in XVI tonight that goes by the name of Rachel.

Ed Set:
Also we have a fatal four way to decide the new number one contender for Jordan Glass' Xtreme Title, this match includes "The New Era Icon" David Calaz, "The Immortal" Sat'ha Thor, Corporal Punishment and the former Xtreme champion Prozac.

David Sierra:
But tonight were kicking things off with two debutants to XVI, a singles competition between Guy Dooley and his opponent Damien Necro Dream

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The camera cuts to Eric Cabrera who is standing in the centre of the ring awaiting to announce the next match. The crowd in the arena goes silent. From a sudden, Headstrong by Trapped hits the PA as black and white pyros hit the arena. Damien Necro comes out to the entrance ramp as he walks down towards the ring alongside his manager Robert Duggan. He slides in the ring as Robert Duggan stays at ringside.

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall...Introducing first hailing from New York City, New York and weighing in at 326 lbs..."The Renegade" Damien Necro Dream

Damien paces the ring back and forth awaiting his opponent. Rocky Road to Dublin begins to play as the camera zooms in on the entrance stage. Guy Dooley steps out from behind the black curtains with beer bottle in hand, cigarette in his mouth, and the flag of Ireland in the other hand. He drapes the flag over his shoulder before taking a hit from his cigarette. Then removes it from his mouth so he may take a drink of his beer. Dooley then begins his way down the entrance ramp ignoring the fans finding no need to slap hands or give them a handshake. Taking more puffs of his cigarette and gulps of his beer the entire way down. Guy walks up the steel steps and steps through the ring ropes. Placing the flag of Ireland in the corner and finishing what is left of his beer. Then tosses the bottle to the floor. He looks across the ring at his opponent and swallows his cigarette. He turns to his flag in the corner and prays. Waiting for the bell to ring.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, hailing from Dublin, Ireland and weighing in at 240 lbs...Guy Dooley

The referee does his usual checks on the two wrestlers to make sure they are not hiding anything then calls the two into the middle to of the ring, the referee is seen telling the wrestlers the rules and making motions with his hands, he asks the two men to shake hands and Damien holds out a hand...Guy goes to shake but after a split second pulls away and strokes a hand through his hair, this allows Damien to get a strike in and he lands a forearm shot to Guy's temple knocking Guy back slightly. Guy fights back with a forearm of his own that causes Damien to sway, the two men continue to trade blows until Damien gains the upper hand much to the crowds delight, he throws Guy Dooley into the corner and begins to rain blows down into the head of the Irishman. The referee breaks them up and Damien turns and taunts the fans as they go wild.

Ed Set:
Wow impressive start from "The Renegade" can he keep the pressure up?

Just as Ed finishes his sentence Damien had turned around and was hit by a hard stiff clothesline from Dooley that knocks the big man off his feet. Damien springs back up but is met with another clothesline, he gets up again and this time is lifted up and hit with an air raid siren, Guy rolls over into a cover...
1...
2...
Kickout! Damien gets a shoulder up.

David Sierra:
Your not going to put that man away so easily, look at the size of that guy

Both men get to their feet and stand off at each other, Guy Dooley offers his hand in the air for a test of strength, Damien looks confused and goes to accept the offer but is then kicked in the gut by Guy Dooley who then runs at the ropes and prepares to attack Damien who reverses and throws him over with a back body drop. The crowd is pumped up as Damien Necro taunts the crowd.

David Sierra:
Could this debut match be a good one for Damien Necro, Ed?

Ed Set:
It sure looks like it!

Damien Necro waits for Guy Dooley to get up.. Once he gets up, and runs towards the ropes!

David Sierra:
What the hell is Damien Necro doing?!

He jumps on the ropes and... THE RENEGADE RUSH! Damien Necro has just applied The Renegade Rush on Guy Dooley!

Ed Set:
MY GOD! What a DEVASTATING 720 Spinning DDT from the top ropes!

David Sierra:
Ed, from what I am hearing in my head phones... he calls it, "The Renegade Rush."

Guy Dooley is knocked out. Damien Necro pins as the referee starts the three count..

"1...
2...
3...!"

Ed Set:
The kid has done it!

Damien Necro stands tall as his first XVI win is celebrated. His manage, Nick Duggan comes out from backstage and congratulates him. He begins to applaud as the cameras come to a commercial.[/color]

[Makaveli The Don]

Your screen goes from a brightly lit arena shot, to a pitch black screen. Across the screen in blood red writing rolls ..



As this writing left your screen, a laugh was heard. You recognized the laugh. It was a very familiar laugh. It was 'his' laugh. You knew now what was happening.

The laughter stopped, and his voice rung out of your television set.

Jordan ~ Ruthlessness is what has become of me. Nothing will stop me now. She is gone .. all gone. Bye bye Sera ..

From what you can hear, Jordan sounds as if he has gone insane. He sounds like a child.

Jordan ~ A hatred is inside of me. I would hate to be my next opponent .. they might not live past the match. I'm a sick man now, XVI. Watch out because I'm here, and I'm not going away.

Suddenly the black background flashes red, then white. Suddenly, you can see Jordan laying on his red leather sofa, decked out in his usual attire. Black leather trench coat, white muscle shirt, blue jeans and black leather boots.

Two things were missing though. Two things you haven't seen him without for a long time. Two things you didn't think you'd see him without ever again. His golden necklace and his golden ring with the deep red ruby. Both were engagement gifts from Seraphina .. and both were gone.

His eyes were shut tight and his face was twisted. One of his hands were pushing back his hair from his face and the other was dangling off the side of the couch, touching the floor.

Jordan ~ What am I going to do? Without her I'm nothing. Without her .. oh my god, what am I going to do ?!

Just then the door to 'the' room swings open, hitting the wall behind it. There, in the doorway, stood Jake Xavier with his infamous leather jacket draped over his shoulder.

He walked into the room, and then noticed Jordan laying on the sofa, next to tears. He rolls his eyes, then speaks.

Jake ~ Come on. Don't let her get you down again. She always does this. She'll be back, you know she will. You have to focus. The number one contender for YOUR belt is being decided and you're here crying a river for some bitch who left you.

Jordan sits up, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Jake.

Jordan ~ Don't you EVER call her a bitch. I don't care if she killed your goddamned mother, don't EVER call her a bitch. Got that?

Jake laughs, plopping down into his red leather chair.

Jake ~ What are you doing, trying to threaten me? You know I'm just trying to help you. Don't jump down my throat man.

Jordan sighs, closes his eyes and gets to his feet. He begins to pace the room.

Jordan ~ Sorry .. I'm just fried man. This whole Seraphina deal has me screwed up in the head.

Jake laughs again, hanging his legs over one of the arms of the chair.

Jake ~ No kidding. Normally you'd be out talking shit about the contenders or something .. you do realize you could be facing Calaz, Thor, Prozac or Corporal Punishment at the pay-per-view?

Jordan spins on his heel, glaring at Jake once more.

Jordan ~ I know, okay?! The only one of those four I haven't beaten yet is Calaz. Just get off my back. Holy fuck man.

Jake raises both his hands, as if to say stop.

Jake ~ Calm down, I was just saying. Man .. she really does have you screwed over, doesn't she?

Jordan covers his face with both of his hands.

Jordan ~ You fucking' think so?

.. he says sarcastically as the scene fades to black, then to commercials.

[Makaveli The Don]

You take another sip of your Ironweiser as XVI Side Effect comes back from commercials. The camera is on David and Ed.

David ~ Wow, what a match we had just now.

Ed laughs.

David ~ What?

Ed ~ Nothing. It's just you're always sucking up to the wrestlers.

He pauses for a second, as if in thought.

Ed ~ .. and now the noobies too. Damien won, Guy lost. What a big deal. WHOOP DEE DOOO.

David is just staring at Ed in disbelief.

Just then, 'Suffocate' by Motograter slams the PA system as through the curtain walks Jason Cane. He pounds his fist into his chest then raises it into the air. As soon as his arm is fully extended four 15 foot tall jets of flame erupt, two on either side of the entrance. Jason then walks down the ramp and to the ring, a look of grim determination etched on his face. He walks up the stairs and steps over the top rope. He walks to the very middle of the ring and stands very still for a moment. Then he rears back and unleashs a primal scream followed flames erupting from each turnbuckle, the heat of which can be felt in he farthest reaches of the arena.

David ~ Wow, what an entrance.

Ed ~ Shut up.

David just stares at Ed with disbelief once again.

Then total darkness covers the whole arena and a purple spotlight on the stage, shining through the thick layer of smoke enveloping the stage. Shadow walks out from behind the curtain into the fog like smoke. He makes this way slowly to the ring. As he walks down the ramp four flames appear in both sides of the stainless steel walkway. When he nears the ring all becomes black again. As he enters the ring and raises both arms in the air. He slams them down as huge spirals of flame appear around the ring. He taunts Jason, trying to show his dominace. He stops taunting, glaring at Jason.

Suddenly Jason lunges at Shadow with a hard right, and nails him in the face. Shadow hits the mat hard, but then gets back to his feet. He runs at Jason, and Jason runs at him. They collide in mid-air, hitting eachother with simultanious clotheslines.

Jason gets back to his feet and meets Shadow with a raised knee to the jaw as he gets back to his feet, sending him onto his back. He starts to viciously kick Shadow in the neck and shoulders.

Shadow catches Jason's foot, pushing him back so he falls onto the ropes. But then Jason flips backwards over the ropes and onto the outside mats.

Shadow rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and picks Jason up off the ground. He irish whips him into the ring post, then runs over, smacking his head off it.

Just then Johnny Kaos runs down the ramp and around the ring, only to be met with a big boot from Shadow. Shadow begins to beat the living hell out of Johnny, punching him and kicking him.

Just then Thor runs down from behind the curtain and down the ramp. He picks Kaos up and throws him over the barrier, then jumps over after him. Johnny gets back to his feet, and he and Thor exchange punches as the move further into the crowd.

Meanwhile, Shadow and Jason are back at it with rights and lefts, sticking in the occasional chop to the chest. Out of nowhere Shadow lunges at Jason, hitting him with a side effect. He lifts Jason up once again and kicks him in the gut, then picks him up for a tombstone piledriver.

As he hits the piledriver the crowd goes "BOOM!" and he goes for the pin.

One ..
Tw -- BREAK!

Shadow gets to his feet, rolls into the ring and climbs to the top ropes. As Jason gets to his feet and turns around .. BAM, he's hit with a flying clothesline. Shadow goes for the pin again.

One ..
Two ..
Th -- BREAK!

You can't hear him, but you can see Shadow scream "DAMNIT!". He gets to his feet, then reaches under the ring, pulling out a sledgehammer. He begins to beat Jason senselessly with the hammer, hitting him in the chest and abdomen.

He throws down the hammer, then lifts Jason up, and irish whipping him at the barrier. It's such a powerful whip that he doesn't just hit the barrier, he goes straight over it. Shadow takes a step over the barrier and lifts Jason up, continuing to punch him in the forehead.

David ~ I'm sorry folks, but we have to take a commercial break. More, when we come back.

Your screen cuts to commercials as Shadow drags Jason out through the doors leader back stage.

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Man In Yellow ~ OXYCLEAN! GET OUT YOUR STAINS FAST!

Your screen shows a white shirt with a huge red spot on it being lowered into a vat of liquid. Your screen changes and the shirt is lifted out, and the red spot is gone.

Man ~ SEE! IT'S GONE! BUY SOME NOW!

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Group Of Kids ~ CH-CH-CH-CHIA!

Your screen showing a sculpture that looks alot like Szaban's head. The screen slowly changes to have more and more moss-looking stuff growing out of its head.

Group Of Kids ~ It's a garden .. ON SZABAN'S HEAD! YAY!

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Your screen shows a street. Two deep sounding screams can be heard. The camera pans .. and it's Shadow and Jason Cane! They're on the street corner, exchanging punches.

David ~ And we're back, and they've fought their way to the street! What a match this is folks.

Suddenly Shadow whips Jason into the street, barely missing an oncoming car.

Ed ~ DAMN! THAT WAS CLOSE!

Jason reaches the other side of the street and runs into a brick wall, then falls onto his back on the side-walk.

Shadow runs across the road and hits Jason with a running elbow drop. He gets to his feet and picks up Jason, kicks him in the gut, then nails the Cerebuss Slam!

Ed ~ How much you wanna bet that stung like a bitch?

You can hear David laughing.

Shadow goes for the cover, and the referee that has been following starts the count.

One ..
Two ..
THREE!!

David ~ And thereeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you have it, Shadow wins!

The scene fades to more commercials as the referee raises Shadows hand and another referee checks on Jason to make sure he isn't dead.

[Makaveli The Don]

Scene opens as Ritalin is walking around backstage he is wearing a white beater with faded blue jeans with his white wraps around his hands and wrists with all white Nike Air force ones also on his shoulder his newly won Next Gen title. As he’s walking he stops at the vending machine to get a snickers bar while he’s waiting for the candy bar to fall out of the machine he looks through the door on the left of the candy machine only to see Jake Xavier working out, Xavier doesn’t yet notice Ritalin but Ritalin just stares at him for a moment before putting on one of his patented devilish smiles and walks in to speak to Xavier.

Walks up behind him and put his arm around Xavier’s shoulder and looks Xavier in the face and smiles.

Ritalin:
What’s up buddy?

Jake sighs and turns to face Ritalin.

Xavier:
What do you want Ritalin?

Looks over by the work out bench to see Xavier’s opened fruit punch Gatorade. He reaches for it and takes a gulp.

Ritalin:
I love Gatorade. It’s just so damned refreshing.

Xavier:
If you don’t mind I need to continue working out.

Ritalin:
Yeah you need to work out as much as possible.

Xavier:
And why is that?

Ritalin:
Oh you didn’t hear? At the upcoming PPV it will be

Ritalin raises his right hand.

Ritalin
TITAN versus

He then raises his left hand.

Ritalin
TITAN, as Ritalin will defend his newly won Next Gen title against none other then….the very person he beat for it… YOU!

Xavier:
Huh……..what kind of match?

Ritalin:
You see its questions like that that make the world go round. I wasn’t aware of this until a short while ago but you see XVI has a little thing that says the Champ gets his choice of match to defend the title in so it will be a……3 stages of hell match! Match number one will be a submission match, number two will be a steel cage match, and match number three…if it goes to that will be a….LADDER MATCH! So like I said work out as much as possible because you’re going to need it.

Ritalin pats Xavier on the back and smiles at him and walks away with Xavier’s Gatorade. Scene fades.

[Makaveli The Don]

Eric Cabrera: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! It is for the Number #1 Contendership to the XVI Xtreme Championship!

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: Introducing first, weighing in at 220lbs, standing 6’2”. Hailing from Stoke on Trent United Kingdom, he is the New Era Icon, David Calaz!

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 his opponent, weighing in at 234lbs. Standing 6’0”, hailing from Cornwall New York, representing the Meds, Proooooozac!

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, weighing in at 175lbs, standing 5’7”, from Parts Unknown, he is Sah’ta Thoooor!

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.

Eric Cabrera: And the final participant, weighing in at 270lbs, standing 6’4”, hailing from Greensborough Alabama, he is Corporal Punishment!

Ding Ding Ding!

David Sierra: Here we go! No flies on this match Ed, its just going to be four guys, duking it out for the Number One Contender Spot for the Xtreme Title!

Ed Set: Such talent being assembled in one ring really does bring a tear to your eye doesn’t Dave?

David Sierra: I thought you couldn’t cry?

Ed Set: True enough, unfortunately my tears are known to cure cancer.

David Sierra: Oh please! Lets get to the action shall we?

The action starts off immediately with Thor and Prozac charging right for Corporal Punishment. He tries to waylay Thor with a forearm to the back, but Thor dodges to the side and locks in a waist hold trying to tie the Corporal in the corner as Prozac lands in hard shots the back of his head. The Corporal finally double ax handles Thor to his knees, when Calaz sees his opportunity and rides off Thors back into a shining wizard straight to the face of Punishment! He falls over Thor as Prozac rolls over as well to get Punishment in a pinning predicament.

One…
Calaz breaks up the pin!

Calaz picks up Prozac and gives him a big chop to the chest, he begins doing this over and over until Prozac grabs Calaz by the hand, and wags his finger in The New Era Icons face, much to his chagrin. Calaz goes for an infuriated lariat takedown, but Prozac calls the move and delivers a unique back kick around ducking under the blow. Prozac then gets into a ducking stance as Calaz comes back around and gets knocking on the kisser with a dropkick! Calaz goes rolling to the outside of the ring for a breather. Thor comes up from behind Prozac and taps him on the shoulder, Prozac runs forward as if in fear but its just a ruse as he springboards off the ropes and spears right into Thor! Prozac finally drops to his knees and pumps his fists in the air with excitement and adrenaline. He runs to the ropes and looks to go for another move on Thor, but Thor props himself up just in time and jumps up connecting with a high leverage roundhouse kick! Prozac gets back up, still running on momentum until Thor lifts him up and ceremoniously slams him straight back to the mat with a Cradle Piledriver! Thor goes for a pin attempt.

One…
Two…
Corporal Punishment kicks Thor in the back of the head!

Punishment continues to lands forearms on Thor as he lifts his foe up, and comes down on the skull of Thor with a Bionic Elbow. Thor wobbles around stunned, coming right back around towards the Corporal as he lifts him up off the mat and hits a sidewalk slam! Corporal continues to stay on his man, but Calaz prevents a leg drop to the throat with a German Suplex from behind! Calaz then scouts his man and as Corporal gets up again he locks his arms around Corporals head and jumps off the mat with a rumbling Side Effect! Calaz goes for a pin!

One…
Two…
Kickout by The Corporal!

Calaz prepares to go up top, and connects on the Military Man with a Shooting Star Press! Prozac rolls back into action with a mini leaping throwback neckbreaker onto Calaz. Prozac lifts Calaz back up and drops his opponent with a picture perfect backdrop. One of the best in the business. Prozac goes up top, and is looking for his Flying Forearm Smash, but Thor pushes Prozac right off the top rope to the outside of the ring! Thor instead goes up top himself, who knows what hes going for but the Corporal leans against the ropes causing Thor to become crotched on the top turnbuckle. Calaz comes up and prepares to Superplex Thor, but Corporal goes behind and as Calaz comes down with his superplex, Corporal takes him out with a Backcracker! The fans love the spot!

XVI! XVI! XVI!

David Sierra: Beautiful tower of doom!

Ed Set: I love it when a multiway match gets heated! You can never go wrong!

Corporal Punishment takes Calaz and locks in an elevated Boston Crab by the legs. Calaz desperately grasps the ropes to safe himself. Forcing the Corporal to break the hold. He wipes the sweat from his eyes and begins yelling at the referee. The Corporal not liking that decision at all. In coming we see Ritalin of the Meds running down the ramp and handing Prozac some sort of brass knuckles. He jumps up on the opposite apron and begins yelling at Corporal, which gets the attention of the referee who begins yelling at Ritalin. And with all this shouting we get Prozac coming into the ring and clocks Corporal clean with e Knuckles! Punishment is dead on his feet, and Prozac connects with a P-Bomb! The referee turns around just in time for the count!

One…
Two…
Three!

Eric Cabrera: And here is your winner, and NEW Number One Contender for the XVI Xtreme Championship, Prooooooozaaaaac!

Prozac and Ritalin cant believe their plan just came to fruition, as the long losing streak finally ends, leading to a rematch with Jordan “Bullet Proof” Glass.

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[Makaveli The Don]

Just then, Against All Odds by 2pac plays over the PA system as your XVI CEO, Makaveli, comes out on stage, and begins to walk down the ramp. Prozac is shaking his head violently, there is no way that Makaveli can screw this up for him. All the other fighters begin to stir, as Makaveli takes a microphone and stares at each individual competitor. And begins to speak.

Makaveli: Congratulations Prozac. You are victorious, and as such are Number One Contender.

Prozac looks even more pleased now than before he won the match.

Makaveli: Buuuuut. I have got to share with you this block buster announcement right now. And for this, I will need the champion himself, come on down here Jordan Glass!

Miss Murder by AFI plays over the PA system as now Jordan “Bullet Proof” Glass comes out to the ring, complete with belt strapped over his shoulder. He seems as interested as the other 4 men. Obviously unaware as well.

Makaveli: Right now, we have 6 men standing in the ring, if you include myself. And At the Aftermath, we will have 6 men standing in this very ring yet again! You 5, as well as a mystery opponent, who will be revealed next week on Side Effect, will all be battling it out for the Xtreme Title!

Neither of the 5 men seem to like this idea, especially not Prozac or Jordan, and especially without knowing who the 6th man is.

Makaveli: But no! My creative genius flows ever brilliantly my friends. For you will meet in the single most hellacious match ever devised in Professional Wrestling. You will meet, in a

Hellfire House of Fun match! Now before you get all excited, let me explain….

The ropes are replaced with chains wrapped in barbed wire. Around the ring is a circular titanium steel cage, much like a hell in a cell when it comes to being able to move outside the ring, yet still be confined in a cage. Layered throughout the outside, under the ring, or even attached to the cage are weapons so vile in nature any normal human would not wield them. Just to name a few:

Sheet Rock pallets
Plexiglass windows and tables
Razor Wire Bats and 2X4’s
Barbed Wire Light Tubes
Indian Straps with thumbtacks glued to them
Lighterfluid doused objects of all kinds, complete with lighter.
And much…much more!

This match will personify Xtreme so well, and so brutally, that you would not be able to tell the difference between this match, and The King of the Death Match Tournaments. Good luck my kiddies, you will certainly need every shred of it offered!

With that, Makaveli leaves as the other 5 stare each other down as we get closer and closer to the epic known as The Aftermath![/center][/color][/i]

[Makaveli The Don]

Side Effect returns from its commercial break and the screaming XVI fans await the next contest, the camera cuts the ring announcer Eric Cabrera who is standing in the centre of the ring.

Eric Cabrere:
This, is our MAAAIIIIIIIIIIINNN EVENT!...it is a special Referee inter-gender match and is scheduled for one fall, introducing first already in the ring and the referee for this contest...G-Dawg and next...hailing from Orlando, Florida and weighing in at 130 lbs...Rachel...

Smack That by Akon hits the P.A. system and Rachel appears from behind the curtain she makes her way down to the ring taunting and appealing to the fans, she climbs up the stairs and through the middle and bottom rope, she makes her way to the corner as G-Dawg checks her over. 'Till I collapse by Eminem hits and the crowd go wild as Szaban steps out from behind the curtain, his championship thrown over one shoulder he begins his slow march toward the ring, he climbs up the stars of the ring and through the ropes holding his championship aloft as he raises back up.

Eric Cabrera:
And her opponent weighing in at 221 lbs...hailing from Worcester Massachusetts, The XVI World Heavyweight Champion...Szaban

G-Dawg begins to check Szaban over but before he finishes Rachel flies across the ring and starts slapping him continuously, Szaban covers up as Rachel turns her slaps into forearm smashes and rains them down into Szabans back, G-Dawg steps between the two and breaks it up, he pushes Rachel back but Szaban comes flying at her with a clothesline, Rachel falls to the floor and Szaban begins to lay staright fists into her head, G-Dawg once again steps in and pulls Szaban off, G-Dawg warns Szaban about punching with a closed fist and the two men square up to each other.

Ed Set:
I don't know what Szaban's problem is, G-Dawg has called this straight down the middle so far

David Sierra:
There could be fireworks between these two right here

Szaban turns away from G-Dawg and is met with a stiff kick to the gut from Rachel, she follows up with a DDT and Szaban is lay flat on the mat, Rachel goes to climb the top rope, she makes it to the top but Szaban has sprung to his feet and has now grabbed her and threw her from the top rope and crashing down into the mat, the two opponents lie flat out on the mat, G-Dawg begins a slow count, 1..2..3..4..5..6, the two stir and begin to climb to there feet..7..8..9, Szaban is up and he lifts Rachel up and slams her down with a scoop slam Rachel springs to her feet but is lifted straight away into an F-bomb position.

David Sierra:
Here we go F-Bomb time

Ed Set:
If this connects this match is over

Szaban walks around the ring parading to the fans Rachel struggles on top of his shoulders, she some how manages to wriggle free and drop down behind the champ, as he turns round Rachel lifts him onto her shoulders and slams him down with a 727

Ed Set:
727...727, wow what a reversal by Rachel, but wait what’s this...

Szanban springs back to his feet out of pure instict and flies at Rachel with a clothesline knocking her down, both are flat out on the floor, G-Dawg begins a count again 1..2..3..4..5...6..7...8..9, Szaban and Rachel use each other to climb to there feet, Rachel manages to Irish whip Szaban toward the path of G-Dawg who ducks to get out of the way, pulling the top rope down with him sending Szaban flying over and crashing to the outside.

Ed Set:
No! I thought he was going to call this one straight, and now look what the hell is he doing!

In the ring Rachel stands by G-Dawg as he begins to count Szaban out missing a number out each time, 1..3..5...7..9, Szaban who has got up by now has realised what G-Dawg was doing, he goes to slide into the ring quickly but G-Dawg finishes the 10 count and calls for the bell, Szaban stands up in the centre of the ring as Rachel leaves and the two men left square up to each other, they start exchanging words and shouting at each other.

Ed Set:
This could potentially be an extremely volatile situation.

Szaban and G-Dawg still in the center of the ring continue shouting at each other, G-dawg pushes Szaban away and Szaban reacts with a forearm, the two men begin scrapping in the ring, security charge the ring and seperate the two angry men, they carry on shouting at each other as security holds them back, Szaban manages to break free much to the crowds delight and he charges at G-Dawg pouncing over the security guards and hitting down hard on G-Dawgs head, Security come again and manage to seperate the two, this struggle continues as XVI goes off air and the scene fades to black