Side Effect Results: April 23rd

[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, its time once again for XVI side effect...

David Sierra:
and just like last week Ed were kicking things off tonight with two debutants to XVI...Ticker and Justin "The Answer" Evans...and were kicking it off right now...over to you Eric

Eric Cabrera stands in the centre of the ring as the sirens starts to go off, once the beat drops and huge explosion of pyrotechnics go off and Justin makes his way down to the ring. lights flashing, he slides into the ring and climbs each turnbuckle, playing off the fans energy.

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall...introducing first standing in the ring, from The Bronx, New York and weighing in at 240 lbs...JUSTIN "THE ANSWER" EVANS...

Eric Cabrera:
And introducing his Opponent...he hails from Stoke - On - Trent, England he weighs in at 215 lbs...TICKER...

Little Victories by The Horrors hits the P.A. system and the room goes black, Ticker enters from behind the curtain and holds his arms in the air with a cocky smirk on his face. As Tickers hands are raised fire works fire up in a light green colour. The room dims to green and black Ticker begins walking down the ramp with a cocky swagger and look. As Ticker walks down toward the ring yellow lights flash around the ramp in a figure of 8 pattern. Ticker then jumps on the ring and enters through the ropes he runs to a turnbuckle and taunts the crowd with his arms outstretched and his hands in the shape of guns. He turns and jumps off the turnbuckle and stares at his opponent. The referee checks the two men over and motions for the bell.

Ed Set:
And we're off, lets see what these two have to offer us

The two men lock horns in the centre of the ring, Justin gets the upper hand rand delivers a forearm shot to Ticker, who replies with one of his own, they trade blows until Evans bounces off the ropes and hits Ticker with a hard stiff clothesline

David Sierra:
Evans with the weight advantage in this match, obviously too much for Ticker, this one won't last long...

As that is said, Evans parades to the audience and doesn't notice Ticker springing up and nailing him with a spiked DDT. Ticker rolls into the cover
1...
2...
Kickout!...Evans throws Ticker off him, and they both are up on there feet fast, they run at each other but with the same thing in mind, they both crash to the floor after hitting simultaneous clotheslines...the referee initiates a count that reaches 8 before Justin reaches his feet closely followed by Ticker, they trade blows once again, ticker gets the upper hand and lands a dropkick into the chest off Justin, sending him bouncing off the ropes, as he reaches ticker again he gets a kick in the gut and is lifted and hit with a Styles Clash...Ticker rolls over to a pin
1...
2..........
3! Ticker picks up the victory.

Ed Set:
He did it, he won on his debut

Just then as Ticker is celebrating in the ring, Damien Necro's music hits and he appears at the top of the stage holding a microphone...[/color]

Damien Necro:
Now, what do we have here, another debut match...just like mine that I won last week, well seems that everyone is trying to impress the people backstage...more importantly trying to impress the managers. Well the only way i know how to do that is to prove your the best, and I am the best, so I'm coming after you...BOTH of you, at the aftermath, it's gonna be Me, Damien Necro vs. Ticker vs, Justin Evans in a triple threat match...be ready...

Damien drops the microphone and walks off leaving Ticker and the awoken Justin Evans standing in the centre of the ring as XVI cuts to commercials.

[Makaveli The Don]

You screen goes from a commercial about TNA to a bustling arena shot of the XVI show, Side Effect. You can see Ed Set and David Sierra.

David ~ Welcome back to SIDE EFFECT! We just had an amazing opening match between Justin Evans and Ticker. Justin put up a good fight, but Ticker was the winner in the end.

Ed ~ Oh shut the hell up, suck up. You make me sick.

David ~ You either keep you're comments to yourself or I'm gonna - - -

The arena’s lights begin to flash violently from the innocent white, to a sickening shade of purple as its casts itself down upon the awaiting audience below. Mushroomhead – Kill Tomorrow only to seep in over the PA system as a figure appears on top of the ramp way, her hair a messy black, her face as white as any ghost as she holds no emotion upon her fine chiselled cheeks. The crowd mix with boos and cheers as they stand to their feet, acknowledging her as Constance Báthory as she begins to walk down the ramp way slowly toward the ring, ignoring the hands from the fans as they scramble to touch her, to hurt her.

Upon reaching the ring, she walks up the steel steps and slides in between the middle rope, soon only to pass the referee as he watches her take a seat in the middle of the ring, her head bowed down as her legs cross like an innocent child… now awaiting her opponent.

Ed ~ Wow. That was freaky.

David ~ WHAT DID I JUST SAY TO YOU GODDAMNIT?!

Ed looks frightened and keeps his mouth shut, waiting for Constance's opponant.

'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 reasing over his shoulder. 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 looks at Constance Báthory as if she is some freak. Then again, she is seated in the middle of the ring with her hands folded.

Suddenly her legs spin out from under her, kicking at Jake's ankles, but somehow Jake manages to leap over the kicks and out of the way. He dives down, hitting her with a elbow to the face, then begins to pound the living hell out of her.

David ~ Does he realize he's hitting a woman?!

Ed doesn't respond.

Daivd ~ What the hell is your problem?

Ed ~ You told me to shut up.

David rolls his eyes, turning back to the match.

Jake gets to his feet, pulling Constance up by her hair. He begins to pound on her with rights and lefts to the head, then kicks her in the gut and gives her a DDT. The crowd boo's him masively but it seems not to bother him anymore.

He gets back to his feet and runs to the turnbuckle, jumping up onto the ropes and bouncing off, hitting a moonsault directly ontop of Constance Báthory. He begins to pound on her head again with hard right hands.

He stands up after the referee had told him to cease, and lifts her up again, irish whipping her into the turnbuckle. No sooner has she hit the turnbuckle then she is hit with a clothsline, then a stunner from Jake. He laughs as he gets to his feet, the crowd still booing. He picks up the dazed Constance and goes to hit her with a right, but she dodges it and kicks him in the gut. She tries to suplex him, but suddenly he elbows her in the face and turns it into a neckbreaker.

He laughs again as he gets to his feet and picks her up. A kick to the gut and ..

David ~ HOLY SHIT, IT'S THE PIPELINE!

Ed ~ Yep.

David rolls his eyes again, continuing to watch the match.

Jake rolls Constance Báthory up.

One ..
Two ..
Three !!

RA ~ Your winner, JAKE XAVI - - -

Jake rips the microphone out of the ring announcers hand and barks at her, and she runs away. He laughs again, raising the microphone to his lips.

Jake ~ See, all women are whimps. Just like the whore I just beat.

Jake laughs.

Jake ~ Sorry, off topic. I'm here to talk about my match at the pay per view against Ritalin.

You stupid fucking bastard, I'm going to rip you to shreads. If I have to I'll rip apart your 'life-partner' Prozac too. Not a problem. I beat this woman, so I should obviously be able to beat the living hell out of two homo's.

Jake laughs again, ignoring the boo's of the crowd.

Jake ~ I'm going to hit the Pipeline on you Ritalin, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it. I don't care if you got the whole damn army behind you, I got one better. I got Jordan Glass. Him and I are unstopable, so watch yourselves bitches. The Darkness WILL engulf you.

He drops the microphone and drops to the mat, rolling out of the ring.

David ~ Strong words there from Jake Xavier, the former XTreme Champion and the current number one contender for that championship.

Ed ~ Yep.

David turns to look at Ed.

David ~ Talk for god's sake! Holy shit you are such an ass!

Ed ~ Yep. Wait .. what did you say?

The scene fades to commercials with Jake walking out behind the curtain.

[Makaveli The Don]

We return from commercial break, 3 lumberjacks are already positioned on either side of the ring beyond the ring entrance. Corporal Punishment looks stone faced as ever, Prozac seems to be absent minded as if this isn’t too important, and Thor has his arms crossed, being the one closest to the announcers table, he has a wicked smile on his face.


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: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a Lumberjack Match! Introducing first, hailing from Stoke On Trent, UK. Standing 6’2”, weighing in at 220lbs. He is the New Era Icon, Mr. XVI David Calaz!

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 arround, staring down Calaz.

Eric Cabrera: And his opponent, he hails from Shearstown, Newfoundland. Weighing in at 297lbs, standing 6’6”, he is your XVI Xtreme Champion, Jordan “Bulllet Proof” Glaaaass!

Ding Ding Ding!

David Sierra: And here we go again Eddie, everytime we get these Xtreme division guys together in matches, you know its going to be intense, and you know its going to be brutal.

Ed Set: What I don’t get is that we are supposed to have 4 people at ringside. Where’s this mystery contestant? Aren’t they supposed to be revealed this week?

David Sierra: Whoever it is, I am sure there are bound to be somewhere lurking in the shadows tonight Ed.

The match gets underway with both competitors circling around the ring, being careful not to get too close to the ropes, these Lumberjacks are ruthless, and wont hesitate to get an early advantage before The Aftermath. They do a collar and elbow tie up, which proves to be a bad move for Calaz as the much larger Glass shoves him away and to the mat with authority! Mr. XVI doesn’t take kindly to that and gets in the champs face. Jordan beckons him to try something to knock the big man down, so David tenses up and lets out a war cry before slamming Bullet Proof with a standing clothesline. But no dice, the champion doesn’t budge. He smiles tauntingly at Calaz, and beckons him to try it again. This time, Calaz bounces off the ropes, and looks to be coming for a running clothesline, but scouts that Jordan was going to counter, ducks under Bullet Proofs clothesline, comes back from the other ropes, and spears Jordan to the mat! David then takes the time to face the fans and taunt, slapping his chest in triumph.

Jordan Glass gets back up, and begins stalking Calaz, and captures him in a Full Nelson Lock! Calaz quickly slips through it, ducks under the champs legs, and goes for a dropkick, but Jordan, with the speed of a cat, grabs his opponents legs, and drops to the mat, launching The New Era Icon over the top rope over to Prozacs side! Prozac wastes no time in slamming Davids face into the guard rail, and then on the apron, and then back on the guard rail, until he throws him back into the ring!

Ed Set: That will rattle your brains for sure!

Calaz looks dazed, and it wont help his head trauma any more as Jordan Glass cold cocks him with a clothesline from hell! Jordan goes for a pin.

One…
Two…
Kickout!

David Sierra: And a nearfall onto David Calaz. Lets see where this takes us!

Ed Set: They aren’t in the Xtreme Division for nothing Dave, these guys will probably need to get their heads caved in before they get pinned!

Jordan doesn’t seem to waste too much time over his failed pin attempt, so he begins to go up top! That can only have dangerous consequences for a guy this big! And sure enough, although he seems to have his target locked on with pin point precision, Bullet Proof launches as if he is going for the Flying Clothesline, when Calaz drops to the ground causing Jordan to overshoot his mark! Jordan lands awkwardly on his leg, as he begins to favor it on his way back up, Calaz runs like a desperate rat and locks in a grapevined Ankle Lock on the offending leg! It seems as if Jordan has nowhere to go at all, but he still uses a super long reach to grab onto the bottom rope. Calaz runs at Jordan as if he were to go for a shining wizard, but Glass trips him up and he goes to the outside again through the middle rope, this time for Thor!

Thor looks down on Calaz, who is begging to just let him go into the ring, but Thor shakes his head slowly and grabs David by the head and prepares for a T-Bone suplex through the Spanish announce table, when Corporal Punishment comes from out of nowhere with a big Lariat to Thor! The Corporal begins slugging into Thor, with him fighting back as Calaz weasels his way back into this contest, Prozac is trying to break up the duo, when Corporal sets his bloodshot eyes on Prozac! But just as he does, Thor wacks him in the back with a steel chair and sends him face first into the ringpost! Corporal is down so Thor and Prozac begin to take different sides of the ring.

David Sierra: We already have complete chaos erupting here, these men want at each others throats now!

Ed Set: Too bad these Lumberjerks are going to have to wait til the Pay Per View.

David Sierra: Did you just call them lumberjerks? Nevermind.

Calaz is being grabbed by Jordan by the arm, but before any real damage could be done, Calaz drops him with a snap Side Effect! David quickly regains composure, and goes up top for a Shooting Star Leg Drop! It connects! He covers Jordan,

One…
Two…
Thre-Kickout! Jordan Glass kicks out of that finishing move!

David can’t believe his eyes and grabs Jordan by the hair, lifting him up only for Jordan to drop Mr. XVI with a spinebuster! Jordan Glass then backs up, and sees himself in a corner, and smiles at the fans, Bullet Proof gives the “Get Up” hand signal, and sure enough, Calaz is getting up, already holding his mid section from that spinebuster, he gets dropped with The Shards of Glass! Jordan Glass drops onto his opponent, both tired yet not quite exhausted.

One…
Two…
Three!

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

But his victory is short lived as Corporal Punishment comes into the ring and begins trading stiff blows with Jordan Glass, Thor and Prozac both get in the ring, Thor and Calaz beating the snot out of one another, while Prozac is just trading blows with whoever gets within 3 feet of him, when the lights dim.

Ed Set: Whats going on now?!

Smack That by Akon plays over the PA system as Rachel comes running down the ring and dropkicks Corporal in the chin over the top rope, sending Prozac with him. Clotheslines Calaz over the top rope as well, and enziguri kicks Jordan and Thor respectively out of the ring, Rachel has cleaned house!

David Sierra: That’s it?! This is the 6th man for the 6 Way Hellfire House of Fun match?! Bah Gawd that’s Xtreme!

Ed Set: I think you mean 6th woman Davey, you gotta be politically correct around here.

David Sierra: At this point nothing is politically correct Ed. Later on tonight we have Rachel Vs. G-Dawg!

[Makaveli The Don]

R.A: making his way to the ring being escorted by Jason Cane weighing in at 221 pounds he is the Modern Day Outlaw Johnny Chaos.

The 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.
R.A: and weighing in at 175 pounds being escorted by Shadow.....

Blood and Fire by Type O Negative plays and 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.

David: And here we go with a submission match.

Before the bell rings to start the match thor turns to shadow and says something to him and the bell rings and Johnny Chaos charges Thor and clubs him while his back is turned then he begins stomping on Thor. He grabs a handful of thors hair and brings him to his feet but Thor throws his hands up breaking Johnnys hold on him then he begins punch Khaos, after 5 straight rights he kicks Chaos in the gut and hits him with a swinging neck breaker. Thor rises to his feet and runs to the ropes bounces off and hits Kaos with running leg drop then locks in a Guillotine choke.

David: A submission already this could be over quick.

The hold is on for 6 seconds until Kaos gets a hand on the rope and forces Thor to break the hold. Thor grabs Johnny's head to lift him but Kaos hits him with a sit down jaw breaker and while Thor is dazed Khaos hits a running clothesline. As Thor rises to his feet Kaos goes behind him and hits a German Suplex then locks in a sharpshooter.

Ed: This could be trouble for Thor.

After 11 seconds Thor reaches the bottom rope and forces Kaos to break the hold. As Thor rises to his feet Kaos goes for a standing drop kick but Thor takes a step back and Kaos completely misses and crashes to the floor. As Kaos rises to his feet Thor goes for a running clothesline but Kaos ducks under it and as Thor turns around towards Kaos, Johnny hits a superkick then stands up Thor to his feet and punches him in the face but Thor fights back by throwing punches of his own, they exchange punches for a moment until Thor begins throwing punch after punch until he gets the better of Kaos. He then hits Kaos with a roundhouse kick then climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off and hits a diving double footed stomp. Thor rises to his feet and turns to Shadow and shouts something to him but while his back is turned Kaos gets to his feet.

David: I surprised Kaos got up from that.

Shadow shouts a warning causing Thor to turn and catch Kaos with a hand to the neck. Thor slams him into the mat with Chokeslam. While Kaos is still dazed Thor locks in the Inverted STF and cinches it tight as waits for Johnny to tap out. Outside of the ring Shadow is preventing Jason Cane from interfering in the match. As Kaos comes back around he tries to break the submission but Thor has it locked in tight. After resisting the pain for a good thirty seconds Thor cinches the Inverted STF tighter causing Kaos to tap out.

R.A: here is your winner by submission...Sah'ta Thor!

[Makaveli The Don]

Side Effect returns from the commercial break and the camera shows XVI's backstage interviewer Donovon Cartman standing stiff as a board looking directly into the camera. He lets out a nervous smile and looks up to his left...the camera follows and it reveals "The New Era Icon" David Calaz, standing by his side..."Gentleman" Jerry Garcia. The crowd jeer loudly at this site and Calaz smiles down at the quivering man and lets out a cenacle laugh.[/color]

~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
First day on the job?

The man slowly nods and then looks back at the camera, still quivering in fear, he tries to talk but Calaz snatches the microphone away from him and holds it up to his mouth.

~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Ok, every one hear tonight listen to me...

The crowd boo again and Calaz looks around in disgust.

~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
See, Jerry and they wonder why I let Jordan win that match, I didn’t want a win in a place like this. Come on what a shit whole you get me don't you?

Jerry Garcia laughs and smiles back at Calaz nodding his head as the crowd fill the whole arena with boos and angry jeers.

~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Anyway, enough talk about this place, next week, it's "The Aftermath" and I finally get the shot at the thing I deserve the most, the Xtreme title, since XVI started all but 3 to 4 months ago, no one has showed more extreme than me, I'm not called Mr.XVI for nothing. But yet I’ve never had a real chance at this title...until now, and believe me, I am not going to waste this chance, because...

[glow=LimeGreen,2,300]...That's, How It's Done...[/glow]

Calaz slams the microphone into Donovan’s chest, he grasps it hard and watches Calaz and Jerry walk past him slowly, both with evil smiles on there faces. Donavon’s face follows them down the corridor and then looks back at the camera holding the microphone to his mouth.

~ Donovon Cartman ~
Strong words from the self proclaimed "Mr.XVI", "The New Era Icon" David Calaz everybody, lets see if he can follow up his claims at..."The Aftermath" see you all there

Donovan nods his head and the scene fades into a commercial break.

[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 the following contest is scheduling for one fall, introducing first, weighing in at 295lbs, standing 6’1”, and hailing from Raleigh North Carolina, he is “G-Dawg” Jason Golden!

Smack That by Akon plays over the PA system as Rachel makes her way down the stage, Haltertop with a midriff cut (looks like a sports bra), shorts, and knee high wrestling boots. All black with pink lining near the seams. She hi fives a few fans on the way, knowing that she has her work cut out for her tonight.

David Sierra: This whole night is out of wack, first we get Rachel, the Queen of Controversy, to be added to the 6 Way Hellfire House of Fun match, and now she’s got to face off against an angry gang banger in the main event!

Ed Set: Sure enough she has proven to steal the show tonight on Side Effect, lets see how this plays out.

Eric Cabrera: And his opponent, she hails from Orlando Florida, weighing in at a petite 130lbs, standing 5’3”, she is The Queen of Confrontation, Rachel!

Ding Ding Ding!

David Sierra: This is so much of a mismatch its not even funny, and don’t think for a second that G-Dawg is going to hold back!

Ed Set: A mans gotta keep his bitches in place Dave.

David Sierra: Did you just say Bitches? Can you say that on TV?

Ed Set: I don’t know, but it sounds cool. Bitches.

David Sierra: We are so getting sued.

Rachel, showing absolutely no fear in the face of adversity, walks straight up to the mammoth G-Dawg and slaps his across the face! Without missing a step, G-Dawg grabs her around the waste and chucks her with an overhead belly to belly suplex! The girl is no cupcake though as she gets right back up, holding her back a little, but still daring G-Dawg to come get her!

Ed Set: Is she crazy? Or just tough as nail!

David Sierra: I think it’s a little bit of both Ed!

G-Dawg runs at her looking to take her pretty little head off, but she ducks and counters with a drop toe hold! His face smacks against the ropes, as he stumbles back, she runs off the ropes for extra momentum and slams him down with a bulldog! She goes for a quick cover.

One…
Two…
Kickout!

But G-Dawg tosses her off with authority, and when she tries to come back at him, with her unrelenting assault, G-Dawg catches her with a high impact Backbreaker! G-Dawg looks down on his fallen foe, and feels no sympathy, for however she may be outside the ring, once you step inside with a Main Eventer you can’t take any crap. He lands a stiff elbow drop right above her chest, and plants himself for a pinfall himself.

One…
Two…Kickout!

Rachel spins out of his range, and snaps him to the canvas with a DDT. G-Dawg keeps up the pressure as well though, getting up, and gets rocked with a clothesline by Rachel! G-Dawg has had enough and grabs her by the hair, and positions her for a powerbomb that looks to put the Queen away, when the screen begins to flicker, as it shows Szaban with the Word Title plain in view. He seems to be polishing, no sound, but a text appears on the screen asking G-Dawg “Don’t you wish you had this?” G-Dawg is fuming with anger when Rachel slips under him with a tight small package, the referee administers the count,

One…
Two…
Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Cabrera: And here is your winner, Rachel!

David Sierra: I don’t believe it! Two weeks, two world class competitors, and Rachel has beat em both!

Ed Set: There is no question that this girl is one tough cookie, but one has to wonder how she will fair once she has to face 5 men in the Hellfire House of Fun match, no mind games, no cheap roll ups, just simply pure Hell!

David Sierra: We will see you all next week, and remember, if you want your hardcore fix, theirs nothing like Xtreme Vicious Intent!!!!!

[Makaveli The Don]

XVI returns from the commercial break and Eric Cabrera is standing in the centre of the ring awaiting the next match, Hollywood Undead by The Natives hits the P.A. system as Ritalin and Prozac walk out on stage look at the crowd then they each go to a side of the stage and Ritalin raises both his arms and Prozac Raises one arm and beats his chest with the other. Then they both walk down the ramp while pumping up the crowd by slapping hands or flexing for them then they both slide into the ring and go to two corners and they both get on the middle rope in the corners together and raise there arms.

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen this match is a 2 vs. 1 handicap match in the ring weighing at a combined weight of 444 lbs...The Meds

Ed Set:
Well here are The Meds were just waiting on the champ now

"Till I Collapse" By Eminem hits and Szaban emerges from behind the curtain carrying his title, the crowd go wild as he stares down at the meds who are willing him to get into the ring, Szaban obliges and sprints down the ramp sliding into the ring, he is met with continuing stomps from the tag team, they both pick up the champ and whip him off the ropes looking for the 4D, Prozac bows his head but is stiffly met with a boot to the face from Szaban who then leaps over him and lams Ritilin hard with a clothesline

Ed Set:
Both respective parties hitting it off from the go here but it looks like Szaban has the advantage so far...

David Sierra:
How can he have an advantage, the numbers will catch up to him sooner or later

And as predicted by David, The Meds start there onslaught on the champ, Szaban had gone to follow up on his clothesline but Prozac had recovered and picked him up into a backdrop, Ritilin also gets up and begins delivering boots into the fallen champion, Szaban scuttles to the corner and tries to cover up but the two men are too overpowering for him, in the end the referee breaks it up as Prozac leaves to his corner.

Ed Set:
Its about time the ref did something to stop it...

David Sierra:
I told you, its the numbers game, One man can't take on two

Ritilin backs off the champion and parades around the ring to the fans, he turns back to Szaban who charges from the corner with a huge clothesline leaving the two men flat out on the mat, Ritilin crawls towards his corner and reaches for Prozac, Prozac reaches back and the tag is made, Szaban struggles to regain his feet as he stands in the corner Prozac charges at him and slams him hard with a turnbuckle clothesline knocking Szaban down and out. Prozac piles on the pressure by applying a dragon sleeper, Szaban writhes in pain as Prozac doesn’t let up on the pressure, Szaban dangles a leg out toward the ropes, he cant reach, his body starts to go limp, you can feel the energy being drained out of him slowly.

David Sierra:
Say good night to your beloved champion he is out for the count now

The fans start to bang there feet and clap there hands as Szabans limp body is nestled under the arm of Prozac, Prozac screams and applies more pressure, the referee checks Szabans wrist, once it falls to the floor, the crowd still screaming, he checks again, the limp arm slaps the floor again, he lifts it up a third time, but Szaban springs to life and stops his arm from hitting the floor, Prozac looks on in astonishment as Szaban begins standing up, he elbows Prozac in the stomach and sends him to the ropes, landing a back body drop but then falling to the floor himself.

Ed Set:
What a fighting champion we have here folks...oh no wait what the hell is this...no it cant be?

Suddenly sliding into the ring is G-Dawg who nails Szaban in the back on the head with an elbow drop, causing the referee to ring the bell

Ed Set:
No G-Dawg...why?

Eric Cabrera:
The winner of this match due to disqualification...Szaban

G- Dawg begins a beat down of Szaban, The Meds leave ringside and return to the back as G-Dawg stands over the fallen Szaban holding his hands in the air, G-Dawg tries to lift the champ but gets low blowed out of desperation, G-Dawg falls to his knees and Szaban follows up with a stiff kick to the chest, G-Dawg lies flat out on his back, Szaban turns out of the ring and throws up the apron.

Ed Set:
This doesn’t look good for G-Dawg, I can tell you that

Szaban is searching for something under the ring, G-Dawg however climbs out to meet him, he hammers the back of Szabans head with a clenched fist and watches Szaban go flying to the floor, G-Dawg reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a ladder. He sets it up beside the announce tables and whips Szaban toward the steel steps, it is reversed and Szaban sends G-Dawg crashing into the steps, Szaban quickly lifts him up and after a few blows to the head he places him on the announce table. Szaban slowly stares up at the ladder and begins his slow climb to the top.

Ed Set:
No Szaban think this through!

As that is said Szaban dives from the top and drives his elbow through the chest of G-Dawg and through the announce table.

Ed Set:
OH MY GAAAAWD!, Oh my god, Szaban just risked life and limb to destroy G-Dawg, what does this leave for the aftermath...were gonna need some help out here!

Medical staff are seen attending to the two men as Ed Set and David Sierra stand in shock looking up at the ladder then down again at the two men, the scene fades and Side Effect ends.[/color]