Side Effect Results: May 7th

[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.

David Sierra:
Welcome folks to another interesting edition of Side Effect. Folks just last week we've witnessed one of the best matches in XVI yet. We saw a classic match with Szaban and G-Dawg with G-Dawg losing to the World Champion.

Against All Odds blares through the PA as the crowd erupts in boos.

Ed Set:
And Makaveli is not happy, David.

Makaveli walks down the entrance. He seems to have been in a bad mood all week.

David Sierra:
Of course not! He didn't want Szaban to win at The AfterMath. He wanted G-Dawg to take that title away from him.

Makaveli gets in the ring and grabs a microphone. He waits for the crowd to calm down... He raises his arm and speaks...

Makaveli:
Last week was not a good week for me. Last week wasn't a good week for any one back stage. Hell, last week wasn't even a good week for all of you.

He begins to point towards the crowd as the crowd boos.

Makaveli:
At The Aftermath, Szaban was some how able to retain the title against G-Dawg.

The crowd erupts in cheers.

Makaveli:
SHUT UP! I don't know how he did it.. but he pulled through.

David Sierra:
What do you mean you don't know how he did it, Mak?! He's won two back-to-back matches!

Makaveli:
I speak for all of you, and I speak for any one backstage, when I say... Nobody wants Szaban to be the World Champion. Nobody wants him to be the leader of the locker room. Nobody wants him to be the absolutely best in this business. And I couldn't agree more with them. Szaban is nothing but a washed up has-been! He doesn't deserve the world title!

Boos continue...

Makaveli:
It's true! You all just don't realize it. You want to know who's worthy of holding that belt? Jordan Glass! That's who!

Ed Set:
Well Jordan Glass IS wrestling him right here tonight, David. Only time will tell if Jordan Glass can handle The One.

Makaveli:
But I'm not here to talk about Jordan Glass. Yeah, you could say I was here to talk about Szaban... But even more importantly, I was here to talk about some one who is just as important as those two combined! Some one with great class. Some one who has style. Some one who knows how to run a business.... ME!

The crowd's boos grow even louder.

Makaveli:
That's right. Ever since I had WCXF, I've been wanting to throw a punch or two at Szaban. Unfortunately, The Ungrateful Maggot The Corpse had to ruin it for me. Then, after the demise of the WCXF, The XWWA came. Szaban was at the top of his game and so was I. Finally I had a chance to kick his ass all over the ring for the XWWA World Title, but what happens? The fuckin' XWWA COLLAPSES! THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED!

Makaveli walks in circles... Then jumps up and down as if he were warming up for a fight. He stops.

Makaveli:
You all know where I'm headed... Szaban, if you're small peanut brain can figure out it. At HIGHWAY TO HELL... It will be you and I in a No Disqualification match. Anything goes, Szaban. It's time I put every thing aside, and let every one in this arena know and the millions watching at home that Makaveli is the better man. You can keep that title of yours, I don't want it. I can strip it from you whenever I want to and announce myself as champion the very next minute. Too bad I'm not that kind of person. I am all about competition... and YOU Szaban, is my ultimate target. Let the battle begin.

Makaveli drops the microphone as Against All Odds hits the PA. The crowd doesn't know how to react. Can Makaveli still pull matches against the great ones? The cameras go to a commercial with the fans discussing what Makaveli had to say.

[Makaveli The Don]

The leggy blonde wearing a short skirt and a very low cut tank top. She's smiling dumbly and staring off into space. Standing next to her and staring at her with a look of disgust is the XVI Xtreme Champion, Rachel. She is dressed in her ring attire, apparently about to go out for a match, with her belt slung over her shoulder. The girl looks at the camera and looks as though she realizes she's supposed to be doing an interview.

Hi, I'm like, Kelly Smith. And I'm standing here with Raquel the Xtreme Champion and stuff...So, Raquel, like how does it feel to be champion?

Kelly giggles like an idiot.

First of all, dumbass, my name is Rachel. Its Rachel, the Queen of Confrontation, the XVI Champion of Xtreme. Get it right. As far as the XVI Championship goes, it seems that many out there don't believe that I should be carrying this championship. I busted my ass day in and day out for this belt. If I wasn't in the ring, I was in the gym. I slaved, worked, sweated and bled for this belt. I struggled and I triumped over insurmountable odds to rise to the top and yet there are still assholes out there that want to calle me a 'Valley Girl' and tell me that the only reason I claimed the prize is because of my ex husband.

Rachel takes a breath, her cheeks pink with fury.

Its pretty obvious to me that these people are ignorant to my ability and my tenacity. I am definitely not a Valley Girl. If that were me, don't you think that I'd like totally talk like this stupid floozy standing next to me? I did not have any help in winning that match. I withstood all the things thrown at me. I climbed the ladder and I'm headed towards rising suns. How can anyone come out and say that Szaban was the reason I was victorious? Where was Szaban during that match? The only interference I saw was from that bimbo Becs...Szaban wasn't anywhere near that ring. So why don't you just get over it, stop whining, and understand that you lost to me. Its not that shameful, I swear. I am going to fulfill my duty to this championship belt. I am going to eat, sleep, and breathe it. This is not a game or a joke. This is mine. And I intend to keep it close to home.

Rachel glares at Kelly Smith and storms off in the direction of the ring...


Eric Cabrera: The following match up is a fatal four way match. Introducing first from Greenbough Alabama weighing in at 270 pounds…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.

Eric Cabrera: Introducing second weighing in at 175 pounds…Sah'ta Thor!

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: Coming to the ring next from Long Beach, California weighing in at 215 pounds…Nero Phoenix!

The arena lights dim and Crawling in the Dark by Hoobastank immediately blares through the PA system as Nero Phoenix is shown walking through the curtain. He stands on the ramp and taunts the crowd before finally strolling down the ramp. As Nero jumps up onto the apron red and blue fireworks fly into the air, making an X symbol. Nero smirks and climbs into the ring where he then climbs onto the nearest turnbuckle and works the crowd some more. Finally, Nero jumps down and stands in the middle of the ring.

Eric Cabrera Introducing next from Orlando, FL weighing in at 130 ponds The Xtream champions…”The Queen of Confrontation” Rachel!

There eyes keeps switching back and fourth to each of their opponents as they wait and figure out what to do, or wait to see who makes the first move. Suddenly they all move together, Corporal locks up with Nero and Rachel locks up with Thor. Thor knees Rachel in the gut and pulls her to the corner where he bashes her head on the top turnbuckle, each hit sounds with loud bangs!

David: Thor is taking some aggression out on Rachel from the Aftermath match.

Nero and Corp push off each other then begin to brawl in the center of the ring. Corp goes for a clothesline but Nero ducts and connects with a spinning clothesline. Nero drags Corp to his feet via a firm grasp of his hair and viciously whips him into the ropes. Nero goes for a clothesline but Corp ducks it, but he is immediately hit with a spear from Thor. Nero wastes no time and attacks Thor hitting a knee to gut, as Thor drops to a knee he is hit with a kick to the head by Nero. Rachel charges into Nero from behind sending him over the ropes falling to the outside.

David: The Xtreme champ showing her viciousness in this match.

Rachel continues her assault by sliding out of the ring, lifting Nero and whipping him into the steel stairs. In the ring Thor goes to lift up Corp But Corp grabs Thor’s legs and trips him. Thor gets to his feet quickly but is met t=with a kick to the mid section which bends him over and lets Corp perform a pile driver on him. Corp covers…1…2 Rachel grabs Corp by the foot and drags him out of the ring breaking the count.

Ed: Smart move there by the champ.

David: This is a non title match but still no one wants the loss.

Rachel scratches at Thor’s eyes sending him dazed and blind. This gives Rachel enough time to hit a bull dog on him. Rachel gets up smiling down at Thor. She stands there to long as she is hit with a baseball slide to the side of the head by Corp.

David: Corp took advantage of the distracted Rachel there.

Ed: I am sure a lot of people want to take advantage of her.

Corporal Punishment slides out of the ring picks Rachel up and rolls her in the ring and followers her in. he carries on the assault of Rachel hitting her with a few kicks to the head, dragging her to her feet and hits Rachel with a scoop slam and swiftly follows up with a sleeper hold. Corp grits his teeth as he tightens the hold. From out of nowhere Nero comes out with a super kick to the face of Corp while he was placed in the sleeper hold. Rachel let's go of the sleeper hold and quickly leaves the ring towards her XTreme Title. Nero quickly pins Corporal Punishment.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

Eric Cabrera: Here is your winner... NERO!

Nero stares at Rachel, who is holding her title, as he walks off...

Commercial

[Makaveli The Don]

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 the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing 6’4”, weighing in at 240lbs, he hails from Bronx, New York, he is “The Answer” Justin Evans!

David Sierra:
This kid has been making some strides in the Next Gen Division, no doubt. With wins over Ticker and The D&D Renegade, Lets find out if he has what it takes to get the job done in a non title match with the champ!

"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 on 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, throws it into the corner, and then kneels down in the corner with his head down.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, standing 5’11”, weighing in at 225lbs, he hails from Calgary, Alberta Canada, he is your Next Generation Champion, “Mr. X” Jake Xavier!

Ed Set:
This guy makes me sick. Whining about how everything is God’s fault. What’s the man got to blame god for? He’s the Next Gen Champ for Christ sake.

David Sierra:
If you actually paid attention to what he was saying Ed, the man is conflicted inside, he’s struggling to find himself, and so he’s obviously got some religious issues.

Ed Set:
He better keep those issues inside then Dave. Because Justin Evans isn’t going to give a damn about his problems.

Ding Ding Ding!

We start off with both men circling around the ring, feigning their hands out to each other, trying to jockey for position, and just as we think they are willing to lock up, Justin Evans slips away and makes a “No Way” symbol with his hands across his throat. Jake is just fine with that as when Justin turns around, he gets met with a nice snap suplex! Justin gets back to his feet quickly, and gets another snap suplex. Once more Mr. Evans gets up and gets hit with a trifecta finishing off the snap suplex! Jake Xavier turns towards the crowd and tells them to “Shut the hell up!” which gets a torrent of boos toward his way.

The Next Gen champ then turns back towards Justin Evans, who back somersaults his way up and begins to do the robot? Jake doesn’t like that gesture, so he runs at The Answer, and gets a dropkick to the chin sending the champ down! Justin Evans continues to taunt, and then goes back to his target, and takes him down with an accidentally sloppy spine buster, and tries to go for a quick pin to cover it up.

One…
Tw-Kickout!

Justin Evans doesn’t end it there though as he locks in an ankle lock to Jake Xavier! He wrenches at the appendage, hoping to get the champ to tap out, and although the pain is great, Jake is able to push his foe off of his foot, but his ankle still is preventing him from immediately getting up. Justin Evans kicks at the ankle several times and even lands a bionic elbow, working over the leg of Jake Xavier. He even goes so far that after slamming his leg down with a knee breaker, he begins to do an offensive taunt.

Justin “The Answer” Evans: What now Jake?! You want an answer? I’m your fucking answer boy! Where’s your god now?

But that is where Justin’s mistake is as he goes for the leg again, trying to add injury to insults here, Jake Xavier pushes him back, raises himself from the corner, and Justin eats boot. Jake Xavier slaps a DDT on him, and now Jake looks furious with blind rage in his eyes. Justin Evans wobbly gets up, and gets lifted up and dropped with a power bomb! Jake screams in emotional pain and picks up his prone opponent once more, and then time switches it up and hits the Pipeline! Justin looks to be out cold from this assault, but Xavier isn’t done yet. He climbs outside the ring, and brings out a Singapore cane! Jake licks his lips wildly as the referee is telling him he better not use that cane, when Jake Xavier snaps and canes the referee! He then begins to take the cane to Justin Evans, as this match is already over via DQ. Security begins to rush to the ring to restore order around here, as Jake Xavier begins to cane himself in the head as well?!

Ed Set:
I told you Dave, I told you this guy is freakin sick!

David Sierra:
He’s caned everybody, including himself!

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match via Disqualification, “The Answer” Justin Evans!

The scene fades away to commercial break as security are being caned left and right until Jake finally escapes his way through the audience.

[Makaveli The Don]

You're screen comes back to a shot of the ring, and there stands The Unholy Legion, consisting of Thor and Shadow. Each one stands there, microphone in hand.

Thor ~ Hello Everyone. I hope you've enjoyed your Side Effect thus far.

The crowd cheers as Thor smiles, showing off his fangs.

Thor ~ Good, good.

Shadow and I are here tonight to talk about one thing .. why WE, the Unholy Legion, are the best tag team in XVI. There is none who can stop us, none who oppose us. None who hold a candle to us.

Shadow smiles now too, lifting his mic to his mouth.

Shadow ~ Yes, we are the surpreme tag team here on this show, and we have been since we came to be. As Thor said, nothing can stop us. We cannot be halted. None will come in the way of our quest for domination. NONE!

Just then, 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 pumpin 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 coners togetherr and raise there arms. They both jump down off the ropes, and grab microphones from the stage hands. They start to stare down Thor and Shadow.

Shadow ~ What the hell do you think you're doing, interupting - - -

Ritalin ~ Shut the hell up.

.. says Ritalin, cutting Shadow off.

Ritalin ~ All this shit you're talkin' is worse than when the UnNaturals .. 'rained' it last week. Just shut up, and we got something to say. Rob .. ?

Prozac smiles at Ritalin.

Prozac ~ Thanks Bert.

First of all ..

WHAT THE FUCK?! Everyone knows that The Meds are the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be. We were here first. Early bird gets the worm, or in this case, the win. Take that, biznatch! You all know that - - -

"Party Starter" by Will Smith and Ludacris comes blaring out over the pa system. Xavier Barnes and Xander Lawson walk out on to the stage with mic's in hand. They look around at the crowds, smiling. They walk down the ramp slowly and stop outside the ring, looking inside.

Xavier Barnes ~ You all know what, Prozac? That the UnNaturals are the best? Yes, we all know that. There is no doubt in anyone of these people's minds. They all know deep down inside that you cannot stop US.

Barnes laughs as Lawson raises the mic to his mouth.

Xander Laweson ~ We gave you all diamonds and we gave you shit. Beat that, Meds? How about you, Legion? I don't think so. WE are the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever wi - - -

A gun-shot echoes out into the arena, then a pane of glass shatters. Suddenly, BOOM. 'Dancing Through Sunday' by AFI hits the PA's. Everybodie's confused. The only other tag team is Outlaw, Inc. and as of now, they are inactive within the XVI.

Suddenly, a purple pyrotechnic shoots into the air, and when it dies, there stand Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass and Jake Xavier. They stand there, mic in hand, unmoving. They both smile. Jake raises his mic to his mouth.

Jake ~ C'mon. You all know you don't want to fuck with us. The Darkness will fuck you up so goddamn bad that by the time it's all done, you won't know you're own name.

Jordan ~ I may have just lost my title, so you all think "He's depressed, he's upset." I don't fucking think so. That just makes me all the more vengeful. I'm going to rip everything and anything that gets in my way to shreads. No matter who it is, got that?

Jordan laughs, but suddenly Ritalin speaks up.

Ritalin ~ Got that? GOT THIS!

Ritalin grabs his crotch, laughs, then slaps hands with Prozac.

You see Jakes lips spell out "Son of a bitch." and both Jordan and Jake take off down the ramp like rockets, sending Xander and Xavier into the ring too. All the men are about to attack eachother, until Thor jumps into the middle of the ring, outstretching his arms. He puts the mic to his lips.

Thor ~ Boys, why don't we save all this shit. Why don't we save our anger and bloodlust for another time?

Jordan ~ I have respect for you man, but if you keep up with this bull, Imma pound your fucking face in.

Thor's face twists, he glares at Jordan.

Thor ~ I'm fucking talking, shut up!

Jordan laughs, but stays quiet.

Thor ~ That's right. Now, why don't we save all these feelings for the pay-per-view and why don't we have a Four-Way tag match. Four teams, one ring. What do you say?

As the screen fades, you see all the men smiling, looking to their partners.

[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:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Standing 6’1”, weighing in at 295lbs, he hails from Raleigh, North Carolina, Jason “G-Dawg” 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, giving Becs a thumbs up before the bell.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, standing 6’2”, weighing in at 220lbs, he hails from Stoke On Trent, United Kingdom, he is Mr. XVI “The New Era Icon” David Calaz!

Ding Ding Ding!

David Sierra:
Here we go everyone, welcome to the epitome of the Rubber Match, a win goes to each Calaz and G-Dawg, its time to determine who’s the better man!

Ed Set:
Its not too often you get two great rivals like these two going at each others throats for bragging rights alone. But if Calaz want’s to get back into the Xtreme Division scene, he’s going to have to go through G-Dawg one more time to do it!

G-Dawg wastes no time getting down to business as he charges Calaz right into a corner and begins to wallop onto Calaz with powerful right and left hooks. Calaz is having trouble getting up his guard from the unexpected aggressiveness of his opponent, and gets his clock cleaned by an ear ringer by G-Dawg. Calaz stumbles forward as G-Dawg gets on the second turnbuckle, and drops Calaz with a double ax handle! G-Dawg looks over at Becs, and gives her a thumbs down gesture. He grabs Calaz by the hair, and hits a spinning belly to belly overhead suplex! Calaz sells the move nicely holding his lower back, as G-Dawg begins to stalk his opponent.

David Sierra:
And a nice early advantage for G-Dawg here, but if we know Jason at all, he wont stop until Calaz finds a way to stop him!

Calaz begins to get back up, as G-Dawg lays a nice forearm smash to his lower back, and prepares for a big back suplex, but Calaz lands on his feet, and dropkicks G-Dawg in between the shoulder blades, knocking him forward. Calaz finds himself against a corner again, as G-Dawg charges once again going for a running shoulder thrust, but Calaz moves out of the way! G-Dawg crashes right into the ring post. Calaz showing an immense amount of strength, hits a Burning Hammer on G-Dawg! He quickly tries to go for a cover.

One…
Two…
Kickout!

Ed Set:
Damn this is fast paced action! Lets go Calaz, you got the gangster down!

Calaz begins trying to put the puts to G-Dawg. But even Mr. XVI’s feet cant keep the man down, as G-Dawg grabs Calaz by the throat and hits a stalling brain buster on Calaz! Talk about strength! G-Dawg turns towards the crowd and poses mightily. He goes to the top rope, and hits a big frog splash onto Calaz! He hooks the leg!

One…
Two…
Th-Kickout!

G-Dawg, looking to keep the pressure on, lands The New Era Icon onto his knee with a backbreaker. G-Dawg then locks in a Sharpshooter! Calaz screams in pain, desperately trying to find a way out, but G-Dawg drags him to the center of the ring, and is looking for a submission victory, but Becs is on the apron, screaming at G-Dawg to stop! G-Dawg releases the hold, and goes after Becs, who drops him over the top rope with a chin breaker! G-Dawg stumbles backward, towards a recovering Calaz, who out of desperation and hits a Yurange Suplex onto G-Dawg, followed up right into an Anaconda Vice! Calaz is pulling back hard onto his foe, and then lifts up G-Dawg, Vice still in tact, and jumps off the turnbuckle into a reverse tornado DDT with the Vice still locked in! G-Dawg quickly taps because it seems like he has dislocated his elbow, but Calaz isn’t letting go! G-Dawg ends up passed out due to shock as Calaz is sending a message tonight to the Xtreme Division! It takes several security guards and referees to break the hold as they all are trying to carry G-Dawg away on a stretcher, as Calaz looks over his works with pride.

Eric Cabrera:
And your winner of the match, as a result of a Submission, David Calaz!

David Sierra:
What a despicable act by David Calaz, G-Dawg could be out for a long time with that elbow injury.

Ed Set:
Its survival of the fittest Dave. And Calaz knew that if he was going to get anywhere in XVI, he would need to win the rubber match with G-Dawg, by any means necessary!

[Makaveli The Don]

XVI is back from the commercial break, the camera pans over a screaming arena of fans slowly reaching the announce table where Ed and David sit.

Ed Set:
Welcome back to Side Effect, It's now time for our final contest of the evening

David Sierra:
Yes it is and what a great match it will be, it’s a non-title match between the XVI champ Szaban and the former Xtreme champ Jordan Glass

Ed Set:
Lets get this underway then, over to you Eric

Eric Cabrera stands in the centre of the ring when the lights dim, as the bass line of "Miss Murder" rocks the arena. The crowd jump to their feet, some booing, and 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, awaiting his opponent.

Eric Cabrera:
Making his way to the ring, hailing from Shearstown, Newfound and weighing in at 297 lbs...Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass

Till I Collapse by Eminem hits and the crowd erupts, Szaban appears from behind the curtain and begins his walk to the ring, he climbs up the steel steps and hops into the ring holding up the XVI world heavyweight championship.

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

Eric Cabrera leaves the ring and the bell sounds, the two men circle each other in the ring both looking for an opening, Jordan reaches over but its blocked by the champ who reaches into a collar and elbow tie up. They both jostle for an opening; Szaban grabs Glass into a side headlock. Jordan struggles for a while until managing to throw Szaban to the ropes, as he rebounds Jordan jumps over the champ who carries on running, Jordan this time goes to the floor and as the champ goes to jump him he stamps to feet into Jordan’s back.

Ed Set:
Clever move there by the champ

Szaban capitalizes by moving into an armbar, Jordan squirms with pain as the ref asks him if he wants to quit, Jordan shakes his head profusely and manages to get a foot onto the bottom rope forcing the champ to release the hold. Szaban does so and backs off from Jordan who springs up to his feet then charges at the champ with a clothesline knocking him over the ropes and Jordan follows. Both men crash onto the matting below and lay motionless, the referee begins a 10 count as the two men get to there feet and begin to beat each other down with forearm shots, Jordan Glass whips Szaban into the steel steps and sends him flying over them, as the referee reaches 8 in his count Jordan rolls into the ring and then back out again forcing the referee to restart the count.

Ed Set:
Smart move by Jordan Glass there Dave

David Sierra:
Damn right, Szaban isn't used to this environment whereas Jordan being a former Xtreme champ is in his element outside of the ring

Jordan picks up Szaban and hoists him over one shoulder, he drops his head onto the announce table and Szaban’s head bounces back violently. Jordan rolls into the ring once again and then back out to stop the referees count. As he rolls out Szaban delivers a right hand to Jordan, followed by a left, then another right before following up with a clothesline. Jordan falls to the floor and Szaban rolls back into the ring, Jordan follows as the referee reaches 9 in his count, as Jordan stands up Szaban meets him with a super kick which echoes through the whole arena. Szaban moves in for the cover...
1...
2...
Kickout! Jordan gets his left shoulder up. Szaban can't believe that Jordan kicked out of the move as he picks up his exhausted opponent. The champ throws Glass into the corner and climbs up to the second rope, he begins raining blows down onto the head, he reaches 9 and stops to taunt the crowd, this leaves him open and Jordan hits a sitting powerbomb to the champ and Jordan moves into the cover...
1...
2...
Kickout! Szaban kicks out last second, Jordan gets angry and begins to stiff punch Szaban in his head, the referee stops this and pulls Jordan off the champ.

Ed Set:
Hey, hey he can't do that; it's a DQ right there

David Sierra:
Don't be such a turd, this is wrestling not a gay pride event

Jordan steps back from the champ only allowing him time to regain his feet, as Glass charges towards Szaban he dodges and takes Jordan down with a drop toe hold, Jordan’s head whiplashes off the bottom turnbuckle and both men lay flat out in the ring. The referee begins a count; Jordan manages to get up by the count of 8 and stomps away at Szaban. He lifts him up and walks toward the ropes, Jordan gets the champion into a belly to belly suplex position but Szaban reverses into one of his own sending Jordan over the top rope and down onto the floor. Szaban looks to the top rope and the crowd go wild. He slowly climbs up the turnbuckle and leaps off driving his elbow into the chest of Glass. Both men lie flat out on the floor.

Ed Set:
OH MAAH GAAAAWD, Szaban flies once again

The referee stands on the apron looking amazed, he begins a ten count, the two men don't seem to stir as he reaches the 10, the referee calls for the bell and shouts Eric Cabrera over.

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that because of the double count out...this match will result in a tie!

Against All Odds slams the P.A. system and Makaveli swaggers out from behind the curtain he stands at the top of the ramp and watches as the two men climb back into the ring, Makaveli smiles as the music dies down.

Makaveli:
Szaban...come on, seriously do you really think your gonna get outta this match so easily, please, these people came here to see a winner and that’s what there gonna get. So, me being the boss and all, I am going to overrule the referee's decision and demands this match to continue...but hold on there’s one more thing Szaban hold out your arms, because one of them will be tied behind your back.

Ed Set:
No, that down right dirty cheat, what’s his problem with the champ anyway?

Makaveli:
Oh and Szaban if your new friends Rachel, or anyone else in the back decides to interfere in this match then, THEY WILL BE FIRED!

Makaveli strolls back behind the curtain as a security guy runs from the back and ties Szaban’s arm behind his back. As he finishes Jordan Glass runs straight at him and plows him to the floor, he begins stomping on the champion as the crowd roar with a chorus of boo's. Jordan props Szaban up into the corner and measures him up with elbow and right hand shots. Szaban dizzily swaggers forward and tries to punch out at Glass who cockily dodges the efforts made. Jordan nails Szaban with a clothesline and makes his way to the corner, he wills Szaban to get up and as he does he hits him with the shards of glass. Jordan rolls over for the pin...
1...
2...
3! Jordan Glass wins it, The crowd boo as his music plays and the referee raises Jordan’s arm. EMT's run to the ring to untie Szaban and check on him.

Ed Set:
Well Makaveli really screwed Szaban outta this one

David Sierra:
I'd remember who you’re talking about he's your boss remember

Ed Set:
He may be all of our boss but I'm sure Szaban won't care next week when he gets his hands on him, so tune in and find out next week...on Side Effect

The Camera shows Szaban looking up to the ramp where Makaveli has re-emerged and has his arms folded with a smug smile on his face. The scene fades to black at the end of the show.