Side Effect Results: 6/5/2007

[Makaveli The Don]

David Sierra gets a hold of his pen and grasps it with as much force as he can. He can't believe what is happening at this very moment. Not too long ago was Jordan Glass another face in the crowd. Now he is Mister Ultimate Assault. How will all these people interact with the man on his way to climbing up the ladder to success?

David Sierra tries to get a hold of himself. He clears his throat, but can't speak. He tries to clear it once again but fails to be able to speak with the force he has had for the past years of commentating. Suddenly, without even clearing his throat, David Sierra naturally speaks out loud...

David Sierra:
My God, Ed! It seems like all hell is about to break lose. Not only have we seen Jihad come out and crown himself the Tag Team Champion along with Dark Halo, someone we never thought he would ever team up with - not in this life time, anyway - but we've also seen the likes of Wolfe and Jordan Glass come out and interrupt Jihad and Dark Halo's celebration!

Ed Set:
Indeed we have, David.

"That's it?" Thinks David, "That's all you have to say?!" David Sierra is surprised of the reaction Ed Set is getting to this historical day in the XVI. "Maybe," he thinks, "Maybe he's speechless." Without making it too noticeable, he examines Ed Set's body language. It looks like all Ed Set is listening to are the four main people in the arena. No wonder! No time to listen to David Sierra... Jihad Sullivan and Dark Halo have far better important things to say.

The camera pans around the arena concentrating on one wrestler to the other. Jihad seems to be growing impatient. He has no time for hearing what Matt Szaban's current status in the XVI is. He has no time for Wolfe bickering about how much of a coward he is. He has no time for Jordan "The Bullet Proof" Glass bragging about his Ultimate Assault victory. His goal here tonight was to celebrate his victory over Matt Szaban and reveal his great Duffel Bag Secret.

Just then, Against All Odds roars through the PA. Black and red pyros begin surrounding the wrestlers so close that even The Great Jihad Sullivan twitches over one of them. Surprisingly, the crowd begin to cheer. Makaveli comes out with no expression with a microphone in hand. He quickly begins to walk down the ramp, ignoring the fact that Jordan Glass was standing right at the top of it. He walks past Wolfe, but then stops. He turns back around and walks back towards Wolfe. Makaveli just stands there, staring at the man. Face to face, both men aren't afraid to pull a punch on one another if necessary. Makaveli continues to stare at Wolfe eye to eye. He raises his microphone near his mouth. Both men are close, in fact, so close that it seems like Makaveli put the microphone in front of Wolfe's mouth rather than his....

Makaveli:
Talk about hypocrites. Last time I saw you, you quit like a little bitch no - a coward - after achieving a loss by Matt Szaban.

The crowd then sorround the arena with "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH's."

David Sierra:
What a huge low blow to Wolfe by Makaveli.

Ed Set:
Indeed.

David Sierra turns over to Ed Set...

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David Sierra:
Ed what the hell is your problem?

Ed Set continues to pay attention to what's happening in the arena...

Wolfe doesn't seem too much affected by Makaveli's comment which is unfortunate for Makaveli. His goal was to humiliate him. Finally, he looks past Wolfe down to the back of the arena where Jordan Glass is standing. Makaveli's serious face turns in to a clueless face. He walks up the ramp and now stands face to face with The Bullet Proof. Once again, he raises his microphone up to his mouth...

Makaveli:
Who the hell are you?

The crowd gasps as Jordan Glass snatches the microphone away from Makaveli. Jordan isn't in a rush to speak, as the microphone is near is leg where his hand is holding it. Both men stare off for a while until Jordan Glass finally raises the microphone near his mouth and...

Makaveli snatches it away from him. No anger is expressed from Makaveli. In fact, he was some what expecting an ass hole-like move from Jordan Glass.[/i]

Makaveli:
No need to tell me who the hell you are. You're that wrestler I signed a couple of months back. You're that wrestler that got lucky enough to have the last slot at Ultimate Assault. Yes, that's exactly who you are... You're that wrestler.

Makaveli smiles as Jordan Glass continues to stare at him with no expression whatsoever. Makaveli breaks the stare-off as he begins to walk down the ramp once again. He slides in the ring, and stares up at Matt Szaban. He gives a smirk and turns over to Dark Halo and Jihad Sullivan. He shakes his head and turns away. He is now standing in the middle of the ring. No specific target, just looking straight at the crowd.

Makaveli:
First off let me go ahead and congratulate Jihad Sullivan for his win over Matt Szaban. As you all know I made this match with the intentions of ripping apart Matt Szaban's career in wrestling...

Suddenly, Makaveli, with force, walks up to Jihad Sullivan.. So unexpected that Jihad Sullivan backs off a little when Makaveli goes face to face with him.[/i]

Makaveli:
Unfortunately, somebody here didn't get the job done, now did he?

Makaveli backs off. Although his anger makes him want to do so much more to Jihad Sullivan, he knows enough not to provoke Jihad...[/i]

Makaveli:
Jihad, you told these people theres no reason left to fight this man standing in this ring anymore.. Why? Because you beat him, didn't you. Is that it? There's nothing left to prove? You're the Great One? Well you can go ahead and convince these people you are great at what you do, Jihad, but let me go ahead and tell you something.. When we made this deal, you made it clear that Matt Szaban will no longer be able to walk in to a ring again. Ever.

Makaveli now looks toward Szaban. He looks up and down at him, then looks back at Jihad..[/i]

Makaveli:
It seems to me that this man is still standing right here in this ring.

Makaveli points to Szaban. Jihad Sullivan looks to the left of him, where Dark Halo is, and then back at Makaveli...[/i]

Makaveli:
Well look who we have here. It's Dark Halo! Jihad, you never told me you'd make her your Tag Team Partner. This.. This amazes me. What happened Halo? Couldn't get Corpse to satisfy you enough any more? Wanted to jump ship and ride with some body more successful than that maggot who used to carry you around every where he went?

Makaveli begins to burst in laughter. Dark Halo looks like she's about to throw a punch at him, but Makaveli backs off. He concentrates on Jihad Sullivan now and clears his throat...

Makaveli:
Ah, Yes... Anyway as it turns out.. you do have a reason to wrestle Matt Szaban again, Jihad. As a matter of fact, it's going to be Jihad Sullivan in one corner and Matt Szaban in the other at King of the Ring... In a Hell in a Cell!

The crowd bursts in cheers. Jihad Sullivan and Matt Szaban smile.. Makaveli now begins to walk a little towards Szaban's direction.

Makaveli:
Matt, I admire your bravery. I really do. You're all bruised up. Hell I bet you feel like you've got nothing to lose. You lost your title.. Don't worry about it. I've got somebody polishing it for me in my office right now. However, since you had the balls to come out here after getting the hell beat out of last week... I'm going to go ahead and give you a reward. The reward is simple. If you manage to beat Jihad Sullivan at King of the Ring, I'll get you to main event the show that will mark XVI as one of the most dominant companies there are against the man that won last week at Ultimate Assault... Jordan Glass for the XVI World Championship Title.

The camera gets a shot of Jordan Glass, who is smiling at the fact that he is guaranteed a shot at the World Title at the American Dream Pay Per View.[/i]

Makaveli:
I don't like you... and I know damn well you don't like me, Matt. But I'm a man of respect. Take advantage of my decision, because decisions like these don't come quite often.

Makaveli drops the microphone as Against All Odds by 2Pac Shakur blares through the PA, as he walks past Wolfe up the ramp. As he's passing by Jordan Glass, he feels a sort of tension coming from the two, and he doesn't like it. He stops in front of him for a second, wondering what could be going through Jordan's head. He then walks toward the black curtains as Jihad and Matt stare at one another knowing that they will both face off yet again in a Hell in a Cell match at the King of the Ring.

David Sierra:
Wow.. what an electrifying start for Side Effect!

Commercial.[/color][/center]

[Makaveli The Don]

Bryan Variety Vs. The Kobra

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen, the following bout is your opening contest! There will be no time limit, and is scheduled for one fall!

Deviled Hands by James A. Johnson plays over the PA system as Kobra “The Cure” makes his way onto the stage. He looks from side to side over the audience, and looks like a man on a mission, dark circles over his eyes, and a determined look of cold hard killer instinct on his face. He jumps up on to the apron and with superior quickness goes under the ropes and gives a cutthroat taunt to the nearest camera and begins warming up for his match.

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing first, he hails from Parts Unknown, weighing in at an undetermined weight, standing 5’9”, he is “The” Kobra!

Final Countdown begins to quietly thrum into the stadium. The crowd grows silent to hear the music, once realizing the man behind the music, A majority jump top there feet. The arena begins to resinate with there cheers. There is an explosion at the top of the entrance ramp. Bryan apears from behind the pyro (Almost like Rey Mysterio) As the music picks up, Bryan runs to the apron, and jumps onto the ring side. He grabs the ropes and uses them as leverage to flip into the ring. He taunts to the crowd as he jumps up and down in the ring jabing in the direction of his opponents and waits for the bell.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, he hails from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 220lbs, standing 6’2”, he is “The Shooting Star” Bryan Variety!

David Sierra:
Well folks this is the opening bout after a hellacious Highway to Hell! But now that we have certainly arrived at our destination, with Makaveli as champion and The VNB running wild, what can we expect from these two new comers?

Ed Set:
These two men are out to prove a point for sure Dave. But I think Bryan Variety may have it here tonight, after all, Kobra lasted longer than any other man in the Ultimate Assault, and is bound to be feeling it still mere days after his performance!

Ding Ding Ding!

The Kobra shakes his hand loose as he begins bounding around the ring, causing Bryan Variety to take a few steps to the side as well, Bryan tries to initiate a test of strength, only to have his hand slapped away by Kobra, who circles again a few more times, and then obliges to the hold, as Bryan slips under very proficiently into a hammerlock, which Kobra rolls under and reverses the hold, which The Star flips backwards into another arm lock until Kobra gives him a stiff kick to the chest, causing Bryan to fall back into the ropes, bouncing off and into a powerslam by his opponent!

David Sierra:
A good series of locks, into a stiff strike by Kobra! Lets see how Bryan gets back into this after that power move.

Kobra is relentless as he bounds off the ropes and attempts a knee drop to the throat, but Bryan is able to roll out of the way and performs a leg sweep, causing his opponent to fall back. Bryan Variety rolls over and under and locks in a rolling headlock vise! Kobra is struggling to get out of the hold as Bryan has his hold on tight, until Kobra shows some true power and lifts up his opponent and flips him around into a powerbomb! Kobra holds onto the power move and attempts an early pin.

One…
Tw-Kickout!

Ed Set:
A normal man might already be out due to the high impact of that Power bomb and slam. But Bryan is an XVI competitor, and we sure as hell don’t give up or give in.

Kobra held onto the bomb a little too early as it set off with The Shooting Star flips him over into a fujiwara arm bar! Bryan seems intent on stretching out his opponent, but Kobra grasps onto the bottom ropes with his feet, and Variety allows a clean break. They both get back to their feet, and immediately lock back up jockeying for position. Bryan spins behind his opponent, and tries to lift his opponent off his feet, but Kobra elbows his foe in the temple and pushes him off, only to receive a Savate kick by Mr. Variety who then delivers a powerful roaring elbow, which brings his fellow debuter off his feet and to the mat! Bryan Variety then springboards off the ropes, and attempts a moonsault, when Kobra puts his knees up and locks his opponent into a bow and arrow lock! Bryan is getting stretched out by his enigmatic challenger, who lets go of the hold due to the fact that he has probably caught his breath and is ready to resume more punishment.

David Sierra:
Both these men with extensive arsenals of moves, I am thoroughly impressed!

Bryan gets back up with Kobra, but as he holds his back in pain, he receives a super kick to the chest by the Cure! Kobra holds his hand high into the air with a taunt as if he is charging up for a super punch, and when Superstar gets back up, he gets leveled with a strong right hand! Kobra taunts once more as he prepares for a spear that is bound to break Bryan in half, until Bryan reverses the charge into a drop toe hold into the middle turn buckle. Bryan runs to the other side, and charges at his prone foe and digs two running knees to the back of the head of Kobra!

Ed Set:
Ouch! He’s going to feel that in the morning for sure!

Bryan picks up his opponent, and taunts for a big Overdrive, but Kobra reverses with an Irish Whip, and big boots his challenger in the jaw, sending Bryan reeling, but still standing, as Kobra tries to take him down again with a firemans carry, Bryan uses his wrestling instinct and reverses again into a 3 handled credenza! He goes for a pin fall!

One…
Two…
Thr-Kobras foot is on the ropes again!

Kobra was unable to kickout, but used superior ring presence anyway, as Kobra attempts to get back into this thing, Bryan will have nothing of it, reversing a lariat into a half nelson backbreaker! Bryan heads to the top rope, and lands a Shooting Star Press! The referee gets into the position as Bryan hooks the leg firmly.

One…
Two…
Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Cabrera:
And here is your winner, “The Shooting Star” Bryan Variety!

David Sierra:
What a contest between these two superb competitors! In the end The Superstar got the better, but take nothing away from either of these men, I expect to see much more pure wrestling from both of these new comers!

Ed Set:
Welcome to XVI!

[Makaveli The Don]

David Sierra:
Folks, thanks for joining us today. Now as you all know, every King of the Ring as to have a King of the Ring tournament.

Ed Set:
Of course! That's how we find out who is the King of the Ring!

David Sierra:
That's right, Ed. Keep in mind folks that not all of the super stars are added to this tournament. They are randomly hand picked by the staff. It is just the luck of the draw.

Ed Set:
Enough blabbering, David! We want to see the First round bracket!

The tournament bracket is now seen on the titantron...[/i]



David Sierra:
It's gonna be one hell of a fight. Only one man can become the King of the Ring and one of these eight men will be it!


The camera now pans backstage where Jake Xavier, the NextGen Champion is seen.



Jake Xavier is staring from a television set backstage, looking at the bracket the XVI has posted up to the fans at home and the crowf watching the titantron. He skims for his name.. But doesn't seem to see it.

Jake Xavier:
What the hell?! The NextGen Champion isn't even included in the King of the Ring Tournament! What kind of Tournament is that?!

Jake Xavier turns off the TV. He doesn't get it.. He's an XVI Champion, but things havn't gone his way lately. It seems like somebody has been listening to his conversation, as Ticker is breathing on his shoulder from behind. Jake Xavier turns around...

Jake Xavier:
What the hell are you doing here?

Ticker smiles...

Ticker:
I know why you wern't inserted in to the King of the Ring.

Jake Xavier stares at Ticker.. could he possibly have something to do with it?

Ticker:
You see, Jake. Both of us havn't had the time alone in the ring much... And at King of the Ring I requested a one-on-one regular 'ol Singles Match for that NextGen Championship.

Jake Xavier:
But.. you are in the King of the Ring tournament!

Ticker:
I also requested to be in the King of the Ring Tournament... and vowed to fulfill both responsibilities if I am in the Finals.

Jake Xavier:
Then why the hell wasnt I included!?

Ticker:
I told them you'd have your hands full with defending your title.

Jake Xavier is fustrated. He grits his teeth.

Jake Xavier:
Get the hell out of my locker room.

Ticker laughs, and leaves his locker room...

Commercial.[/center]

[Makaveli The Don]

Side Effect returns from the commercial break Eric Cabrera is standing in the centre of the ring waiting to call the next match. 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:
Ladies and Gentlemen this contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first hailing from Greenbough Alabama... Corporal Punishment!

Ed Set:
Corp seems pretty banged up after Highway from Hell

David Sierra:
Let’s see if it affects his performance

The arena lights dim and a blast of gold pyros go off all along the edges of the ramp. "Smack That" by Akon hits and the crowd boos. Rachel comes out from behind the curtain and stands atop the stage. She holds her head high, her nose in the air, as if to say, "The best has finally arrived." She stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, surveying the crowd, before heading down with an arrogant stride. Rachel slips in between the ropes and circles the ring, staring at the Corporal.

Ed Set:
Here comes Rachel and look at the state of her as well

David Sierra:
All of tonight’s competitors that appeared at Highway To Hell are going to be in a mess it was a hellacious night

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, hailing from Orlando, Flaorida, "The Queen Of Confrontation" Rachel!

The referee rings the bell and the two circle each other, they lock up and Corp pushes Rachel away with ease then motions for her to try again, she obliges but once again Corp manages to push her away much to the delight of the fans. Rachel stares at him for a while, she gets up and asks for a test of strength Corp raises an arm but Rachel delivers a thumb to the eye of Punishment who grabs his face in pain, Rachel delivers a kick to Corp then follows up with a club to the back knocking Corp to his knee's, Rachel bounces of the ropes but on return Corp delivers a huge clothesline sending Rachel crashing to the canvas hard on her head.

Ed Set:
Hard landing for Rachel, and she is already banged up

David Sierra:
Clotheslines are good for no one but one that hard could really do some damage

Corp capitalises and goes for the cover...
1...
2...
Kickout!

Just as the referees hand was about to touch for the three count Rachel's shoulder flies off the mat, Corporal Punishment lifts her up and easily hoists her onto his shoulder, he charges toward the turnbuckle but Rachel slides off his back and slams him into it he stumbles back and Rachel hits a back suplex following with a quick cover...
1...
Corp throws Rachel off quickly and they both stand up into a stand off.

Ed Set:
A little fast paced action there and now look at them at a stalemate

They lock up. Corp applies a side headlock and Rachel whips him off the ropes diving down infront of him, Corp jumps over her and Rachel hops up trying to jump over Corp but he stops running and catches her in a sitting powerbomb once again slamming her hard into the mat and staying down for the cover...
1...
2...
Kickout!

Corp slaps the mat wondering how Rachel got out of the pin, he rolls up and tries to bring Rachel up with him, Rachel delivers a shot to the body then another and another, forcing Corp back to the ropes, she doesn’t stop and continues raining blows down onto Corporal, she gets shots in wherever she can hit on his body his head arms or legs.

Ed Set:
A relentless beating from Rachel

David Sierra:
She's snapped she has gone crazy

Rachel hammers Corporal then hits a heavy clothesline, Corporal Punishment springs back up out of instinct Rachel lifts him up and plants him with the 727, she then looks out to the crowd with an insane look, she climbs the top rope and hits the vixen flip on a motionless Corp

Ed Set:
Exclamation point from Rachel

David Sierra:
She has well and truly lost her mind here tonight

She rolls into the cover...
1...
2...
3!

Rachel picks up the win and slides out of the ring still with the same insane look on her face but looking happy at the destruction she has caused at the same time. She makes her way up the ramp as Corp lays motionless in the ring and the scene fades to black.

[Makaveli The Don]

Explosions of cheers erupt all around the arena as the scene of XVI's Side Effect. The camera pans around, showing signs such as 'Take Your Meds!' and 'The King and Queen Unite.' The camera settles in on Ed Set and David Sierra, and Ed seems mighty jumpy.

David ~ Welcome back to XVI's Side Eff - - -

.. but he's cut off by Ed letting out a high pitched scream.

David ~ What in the name of God are you doing?

Ed ~ RACHEL! She .. she scared me.

David places his head in his hands, ashamed of Ed.

David ~ It was a match you idiot, it's not like she's actually gone crazy. She just got a little too far into the match.

Ed screams again.

David ~ WILL YOU SHUT UP!

Once again, he screams.

David ~ WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SCREAMING ABOUT NOW?!

Ed slides away from David.

Ed ~ You're scaring me Dave .. stop it.

David sighs.

RA ~ Entering the ring first, at a height of six foot two and two hundred and twenty pounds, hailing from Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom. He is YOUR Xtreme Champion, Mr. XVI, The New Era Icon, David CALAZ!

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 opponents.

RA ~ Entering the ring second, at a height of five foot nine and a hundred and seventy five pounds, here from parts unknown, 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. He eyes Calaz, but then looks up the ramp awaiting Prozac's entrance ..

.. but no music hits. The two men in the ring, and the offical for that matter, are totally confused.

David ~ Where in the hell is he? He's got a damned match to be in here!

Ed ~ Yeah, that's right. I agree Dave, one hundred percent.

.. Ed says shakily.

As the crowd waits for the last man in the match, and one of their favorites, the XVItron comes on and Prozac stands there smiling. He doesn’t look prepared for the match but the crowd is cheering.

Prozac ~ Hello all you lovely people.

Calaz and Thor look on confused as why their opponent is on the tron and not in the ring.

Prozac ~ I bet you’re wondering why I am not on my way to the ring right now. Well the answer to that is simple…I just don’t like Calaz and Thor, I think they swing a certain way that I’m just not into, and I don’t want either of them trying to catch a feel in this match.

The crowd is conjoined in laughter, but Thor and Calaz don’t seem to find Prozac’s comment funny as they begin to mouth off to the tron.

Prozac ~ But the other reason is I was unable to make it to the arena tonight, but, BUT I promise I will make it up to all the fans. I never let you guys down, I will be training non stop for the King of the Ring.

The crowd is insane with cheer with the news the Prozac will be in the King of the Ring.

Prozac ~ So I am sorry to my fans that I was unable to be there tonight, and for Calaz and Thor…try not to enjoy touching each other for ten minutes, no one wants to see the two of you getting your jolly off in the ring. And one last thing before I go, you two better remember to take your meds.

With the last comment and a quick wink from Prozac the tron fades to black leaving the crowd cheering and laughing, and Thro and Calaz shaking their heads in the ring.

The referee shrugs, then waves for the bell to be rung.

David ~ Well, it looks like Prozac has just taken himself out of this match.

Ed ~ That's right Dave.

.. replies Ed nervously.

David ~ Oh shut up.

- DING DING DING -

The two men begin to circle each other, walking around the ring. Calaz signals for the lock-up, and Thor moves in. The two men lock up, and Calaz comes out of the lock-up in a headlock from Thor. Thor runs at the ropes, jumping up and boucning off them, then turning around in mid-air, hitting a bull-dog.

As both men get back to their feet, they begin to trade punches. Thor hits a left, Calaz hits a right. Thor hits a right, Calaz hits a left. It seems pretty evenly matched until ..

BOOM, Thor delivers a deafening smack to the chest, sending Calaz onto the ropes. Thor runs at him, clotheslining him over the ropes and to the mat below.

Ed ~ Thor not doing too bad in this match-up so far.

Just as Calaz starts to get to his feet, Thor leaps over the top rope and comes flying down on top of Calaz, both men hitting the ground hard.

Thor gets to his feet as the referee starts to count, pulling Calaz up with him.

One ..
Two ..
Thor irish-whips Calaz onto the black barrier, then runs at him and clotheslines him over it, sending him into the crowd. He follows him over the barrier.
Five ..
Six ..
After a couple of quick punches, Thor throws Calaz over the barrier and quickly jumps over himself. He then picks up Calaz and throws him back into the ring, and then rolls in himself as the referee counts nine.

David ~ Close call there. Both men almost got counted out.

Thor gets up, pulling Calaz up aswell but Calaz delivers a swift kick to the gut, then delivers a hard spinkick to Thor's face, planting him to the mat.

Calaz runs to the turnbuckle, leaping up onto the top ropes. He then, in one fluid motion, bounds off the ropes and spins in mid-air, nailing a hard moon-sault on Thor. He gets up slowly, then walks away, holding his stomach. Thor begins to get up, but Calaz runs at him with a clothesline ..

.. but he misses, nailing the referee, laying him out flat onto the mat. Calaz then spins, and ducks under a punch from Thor. Thor spins under the momentum from his punch, and Calaz grabs around his neck and drops, delivering an Edgecution.

Thor lays on his back, not moving as Calaz stands up. He looks at THor laying there, then at the referee laying there. An evil grin spreads across his face. He laughs a little, then drops down and rolls out of the ring. Wasting no time he runs over, grabbing the ring bell.

He turns to go back into the ring, but Thor is standing right there. He swings at Thor with the bell, but Thor ducks and as soon as he spins back around Thor delivers a hard kick to the gut, then nails a DDT.

Thor checks to see if the referee is still down, but he is getting back to his feet so he grabs the bell, lays it back on the table then drags Calaz to his feet.

Then, out of nowhere, Thor picks Calaz up off the ground by his two thighs and runs at the metal ring post.

- DONGGGGG -

Calaz' back smashes against the ringpost as he lets out a cry of pure agony. Thor laughs as he drops him onto the canvas then begins to pummel him with hard stomps to the upper and lower back.

The ref is now back up so Thor picks up Calaz and hurls him back into the ring. He slides in himself, then gets to his feet and pulls Calaz up with him. He gives him a quick snap suplex, then gets up and runs to the corner, jumping up onto the top ropes.

Just as Calaz gets to his feet, Thor jumps off the top rope and nails a tornado DDT to Calaz. He then changes positions and locks in an inverted STF.

The ref rushes to see Calaz' face. He's wincing, grimacing.

After about thirty seconds of the hold, Calaz begins to scream like crazy and taps out. The referee screams at Thor to break the hold, but he holds it for four seconds, then releases just before the five.

The referee signals for the bell, then raises Thor's hand.

RA ~ And your winner, Sah'ta THOOOOOOOOORRRR!

The scene fades to a commercial as the referee checks on Calaz to see if he's alright.

[Makaveli The Don]

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your Main Event of the evening! It is scheduled for one fall, and there will be no time limit!

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 jump 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 awaits his opponent.

Eric Cabrera:
Introducing first, standing 6’2”, weighing in at 215lbs, he hails from Stoke-On-Trent, United Kingdom. He is Ticker!

Ed Set:
This man has signed a death warrant. Being in a match with Jordan Glass? Ticker is being fed to this man!

David Sierra:
That’s what people would like to think Ed, but I think Ticker has a time bomb inside of him ready to explode in a fury of main event status, we’re just going to have to see if this match is enough to catapult him to that level.

The lights dim, as a pane of glass shatters, sounding throughout the arena. The drum solo from"Metalingus" rocks the arena, then stops .. and an explosion goes off. White pyro's shoot into the air as the crowd jump to their feet, some booing, some cheering. A single white spotlight shines down on the man standing there, who is covered in mist and fog. He takes two steps forward, stepping out of the mist. He is fully decked out in black. His black leather trench coat hangs down around his leather boots. His black jeans have a chain hanging from one of the belt loops and he is wearing a black muscle shirt. His black, wavy locks draped down around his shoulders and face, accentuating his grey-black eyes. He slowly begins to make his way to the ring, looking around at the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope and jumps up onto his feet. He walks to the back corner of the ring and jumps up onto the turnbuckle, taunting the crowd with his arms raised high. He hops down and takes off his trench coat, passing it to an XVI offical outside of the ring. He begins to hop around, staring at his opponent.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, standing 6’6”, weighing in at 297lbs, he hails from St. Johns, Newfoundland, he is “Mister Ultimate Assault” Jordan “Bullet Proof” Glass!

Ed Set:
I do not see how you can possibly believe that Ticker is going to last 30 seconds Dave. Jordan has beaten the best and Ticker is a newcomer, there is no comparison.

David Sierra:
There’s no denying Jordan Glass’s credentials Ed, but Ticker wouldn’t still be here if he didn’t have that Xtreme Streak needed to succeed here in XVI!

Ding Ding Ding!

The match starts off with Jordan looking very quizzically at his target. He rolls his eyes and decides he’s going to make this quick, and attempts a lazy lock up, but Ticker spins behind him and kicks from under Jordan’s leg! Jordan turns around and attempts a clothesline and gets wrapped up into an enziguri! Ticker is pacing himself, obviously very anxious about his first main event, but Jordan just seems to be getting angrier. But that doesn’t stop Ticker who goes for a standing drop kick, which becomes caught by Mister Ultimate Assault! He begins spinning the newcomer around and drops him with a Giant Swing. Ticker is holding his lower back in pain, but Jordan doesn’t let up and performs a running kick to the chest of Ticker. Jordan taunts towards the crowd obviously not taking this challenge seriously.

Ed Set:
Alright Ticker had his fun at first, but now Jordan is going to take this punk to school big time!

Jordan Glass now lifts up Ticker, who is now holding his chest for breath, when he gets dropped now putting pressure on his head with a DDT. Bullet Proof brushes off his shoulder and lifts up his opponent again and into a stalling suplex, holding the move for a good 7 seconds, before planting the challenger onto the mat once more. Jordan goes for a pin without hooking a leg.

One…
Two…
Th-Kickout!

The fans erupt into cheers for Ticker, as Jordan just looks irritated and picks up his prone target and delivers a Twist of Fate. Mister Ultimate Assault then lifts up the superstar once more and now locks in a tight Full Nelson Lock. Ticker is struggling with all his might to not pass out to the hold, as the referee is on Tickers side checking to see if he gives in, which Ticker takes advantage of with a low blow to where the referee doesn’t see it! The fans are now really hot behind Ticker as Jordan releases the hold, as Ticker is desperate for momentum.

David Sierra:
C’mon kid you can do this!

Ticker then runs against the ropes, but Jordan gets up a knee, but even then Ticker rolls around the leg and hooks it up with a cradle pin!

One…
Kickout!

Ed Set:
No chance in hell!

Jordan then slaps his hand to the mat and runs at Ticker, who smoothly counters into a side walk slam! The fans are on their feet for Ticker, who takes the Number One Contender and plants him with a backbreaker! Ticker now capitalizes into an STF! Ticker is stretching back Jordans massive frame, as the fans are erupting into feverous chants.

Tap Out! Tap Out! Tap Out!

But Jordan doesn’t tap, and uses his superior power to reach into the ropes, causing a rope break. Ticker does not give up here, as he has the Goliath reeling, as Jordan goes for a spinebuster Ticker reverses into a Twisting Neck Breaker. Ticker now runs to the top rope, and with incredible speed flips off the top into a Shooting Star Press! He goes for the cover again!

One…
Two…
Kickout!

The fans are exploding now, they want to see an upset.

That was Three! That Was Three! The Ref is Blind!

Ed Set:
This can’t be happening! Ticker is not supposed to be in control!

David Sierra:
You can bet your ass it’s happening, C’mon Ticker lets finish it!

Ticker now gets back up and attempts an Atomic Drop, but Jordan is able to gather his wits to fight the move and elbows Ticker in the face. He falls back and isn’t able to recover in time before Jordan punishes him with a Clothesline From Hell! Jordan brushes his hair back and we can see an extremely pissed off Contender at the fight this kid is putting up. Jordan kicks Ticker into the gut and delivers a spike piledriver, drilling the challenger into the mat with immense force. Jordan then lifts up his opponent and drills him down again with The Shattering Plummet!

Ed Set:
That is all right there folks, Ticker is gone!

One…
Two…
Thre-Kickout!

The fans erupt from their seats once more in approval for the challenger, with Jordan Glass looking like he’s about to murder someone, it would seem as if Ticker was his target as he wastes no more time going up to the top rope and connects his massive frame onto the mid section of Ticker with a Swanton Bomb! He hooks the leg with a backwards pin.

One…
Two…
Thre –Kickout again!

David Sierra:
So much heart! So much fight! So much passion! Bah Gawd he wont stay down!

Ed Set:
Where is this energy coming from?!

David Sierra:
It’s the fans Ed! The 3rd man always makes a difference, but Ticker seems to be able to feed off of them perpetually!

Jordan now begins to waylay his foe with strong lefts and rights, forcing the referee to break up the onslaught of the closed fists. Ticker is allowed to get up into the corner, but Jordan runs straight for him with a splash, but Ticker moves out of the damn way! Bullet Proof goes crashing into the ring post, as Ticker charges up and plants his opponent with a DDT. Ticker then climbs the ropes, and delivers a picture perfect missile dropkick to the chin of Jordan Glass! Jordan is really feeling the pain now as Ticker is really feeling the adrenaline, and he hits a knee lift and goes for the Styles Clash! But wait, no! Jordan Glass delivers a low blow to Ticker while holding himself down, and he taunts to the crowd as Ticker is trying to regain his footing, while Jordan Glass runs right into him with the Shards of Glass! The fans don’t like this one bit as Jordan hooks the leg as the referee gets into position for the count.

Jordan Sucks! Jordan Sucks!

One…

Ed Set:
Shards of Glass, there is no way I am believing he is kicking out of the Shards of Glass!

Two…

David Sierra:
C’mon kid you can do this!

Three!!!

Ding Ding Ding!

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

The fans all explode the roof off the joint with showers of boos rained down upon the Number One Contender, but he doesn’t heed them one bit as he slides under the ropes, satisfied with his victory and victory alone, he walks to the back. But as he leaves we see Ticker getting back up to the feet with help from the ropes, as the fans now redirect their heel heat to the newest force to be reckoned with on the block, Ticker!

David Sierra:
He may have lost the match, but I will be damned if Jordan didn’t have to pull out every trick in the book to beat him! I think management should be keeping an eye on this talented young athlete, because he truly is, a Champion in the Making. See you guys next week, for you daily dose of Xtreme!!!