Side Effect Card: July 19th

[Makaveli The Don]

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

David Sierra:
Welcome folks to another edition of Side Effect!

Ed Set:
That's right! Tonight is going to be one hell of a night as we witness Jordan Glass go up against a new legend in the XVI!

David Sierra:
Forget that! What about the attack on Matt Szaban?! Who did it?!

Ed Set:
I have no idea, David.. But hopefully we get some answers tonight. But lets get right in to the show. It's Rachel and Justin Evans going at it in a one-on-one match.

David Sierra:
Word on the street is that the loser of this match will not compete at the pay per view! But that's just what I heard. It’s no disqualifications, so let’s take you to the ring.

Eric Cabrera:
The following no disqualifications match scheduled is for one fall. Introducing first…

Sirens go off as "Big Shit Poppin" by T.I. plays. There is an explosion of pyrotechnics and Evans enters the arena. He walks down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope. He then ascends the turnbuckle, feeding off the crowd’s energy.

Eric Cabrera:
From Bronx, New York …weighing in at 240 pounds …Justin Evans!

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.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent …from Orlando, Florida …the Queen of Confrontation …Rachel!

The bell sounds and straight away, Rachel runs at Justin, trying to hit him with a clothesline, however he ducks. He grabs her on the way around and executes the German suplex. Rachel gets up and runs towards him, only to be hit with a spinebuster. She stands again and Jason hits her with a dropkick, knocking her over the top rope and to the outside.

Ed Set:
“The Answer” getting straight down to business tonight.

Whilst on the outside, Rachel looks under the apron. She pulls out a trash can and picks up the lid. Justin leans out of the ring, grabbing hold of her, however she hits him in the head with the lid of the bin. Grabbing hold of him, she pulls Justin out of the ring with her. She then picks up the trash can.

David Sierra:
It’s no disqualifications here. That was legal.

Ed Set:
And not only was it legal, but it was affective.

As Justin gets up, Rachel slams the trash can into his head. She does this again and then for a third time, dinting it and knocking Justin over. Rachel grabs a chair from the crowd and slides it into the ring. She then picks Justin up and slams his head against the ring apron before rolling him into the ring.

David Sierra:
Well, we’re getting the action back inside the squared circle.

Ed Set:
Don’t forget about that chair, David.

Rachel grabs Justin’s head. She struggles, but manages to hit a suplex before rolling into the cover. …1 …2. Justin kicks out. Evans slowly gets up. Rachel tries to pick Justin up into the fireman’s carry, but she is not strong enough. Justin then counters the move, executing the pump handle drop. He covers. …1 …2. Rachel kicks out.

Ed Set:
Kick out from Rachel.

David Sierra:
It’s obvious she was going for that 727, but at 240 pounds, Justin was too heavy to lift.

Justin picks Rachel up. He then raises her into the powerbomb position. He is about to hit the move, but whilst on his shoulders, Rachel begins to hit him in the head with some right hands. She then reverses the powerbomb into a DDT onto the steel chair.

Ed Set:
That had to hurt.

Rachel grabs the chair. Justin gets up and Rachel swings the chair, hitting him in the head and knocking him down. She covers. …1 …2. Evans gets his shoulder up. Rachel then puts the chair up in the middle of the ring. She picks Justin up and hooks his head. She then nails a bulldog onto the steel chair. She then pins Justin. …1 …2 …He kicks out.

Ed Set: How in the hell did he kick out of that?

David Sierra:
A lesser man would be down and out.

With Justin still sprawled out over the chair, Rachel bounces off the ropes. She comes back with an elbow drop, but Justin moves out of the way and Rachel hits the metal seat. She gets up holding her arm and turns around. Justin picks her up in the fireman’s carry. He then nails the Final Answer. He covers. …1 …2 …3.

Eric Cabrera:
Here is your winner... JUSTIN EVANS!

David Sierra:
So much for being good friends! Justin has won it!

[Makaveli The Don]

-The scene pans to an undisclosed location. The blank brick walls might aswell represent a building. We see Bozo the Gay Clown holding a sign that read Take One. He clears his throat.-

Bozo: Scene two, take one of XVI take over.

-Bozo skips out the way. The amature camera tilts and swings to two new people. It's Pig Vomit.... but diffrent. Metallic Dragon's paint is of Jihad, wearing overalls with 'VNB' printed on it.. American Warrior, on the other hand, had on a black wig, makeup like a girl and fake rubber breasts over his chest. The two morons even had replicas of the XVI tag team titles! Metallic Dragon spoke in a fake redneck Aaccent.-

(Metallic Dragon) Metallic Jihad: Hear ye, hear ye! I am your Ruler of Ya'll, Metallic G-Hod. I am here to tell all of ya'll in this here company that my big sister Dark Hey-Ho ain't goin' anywhere without these hear tag titles. I'm tha best dang wrestler this sport ever saw. I'm from Atlanta wit my daddy Kevin Sullivan. He did trained me up to be tha best, yes sir.

-Metallic Dragon gives a silly grin and holds his VNB overalls. American Warrior cleared his throat and then spoke in a fake English accent.-

(American Warrior) Dark Hey-Ho: Hello, hello! I am the Queen of unclean, Dark Hey-Ho! My brother and I are the best tag team and I... I CAN'T DO THIS ANYONE! Dragon, I'm wearing fake rubber breasts!

Metallic Dragon: How you think I feel? I'm fuckin' Jihad! I'm a guy who is from the South who thinks he's from the Middle East! Atleast you get a royal slut.

Bozo(off camera) : CUT!

Metallic Dragon: You always do this.

Bozo: I SAID CUT!

American Warrior: Why do I have to wear breasts? Halo doesn't have any?

Metalic Dragon: Uh... good point.

Bozo: CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT! I'm never going to win a Tony now...

[Makaveli The Don]

Side Effect returns from the commercial break, Eric Cabrera is standing in the centre of the ring awaiting to call the next match, Its Time to Dance by Panic! @ the Disco hits and the fans await Bryan Variety, he does not appear though. Suddenly from behind the curtain Bryan Variety appears, but not as normal he comes flying through the curtain and crashes on the floor. From behind the curtain comes The Kobra.

Ed Set:
There he is, making his return to XVI its The Kobra

David Sierra:
And he is wasting no time here, and this match hasn’t even started yet Ed

Kobra throws Bryan down the ramp, as Bryan tumbles Kobra walks leisurely behind him, Kobra grabs Bryans head and slams it into the ring post, and then into the steel steps at ring side. The referee tries to tell Kobra to get in the ring and start the match, but he is ignored by Kobra who continues to smash Bryans head into the steps.

Ed Set;
Someone needs to step in and do something.

David Sierra:
No they don’t let em at it...

The Kobra rolls Bryans now limp body into the ring, the referee rings the bell as Kobra climbs in also he picks up Bryan and sets him up before nailing him with The Snake Eyes... Bryan struggles to keep his breathe as Kobra locks in the rear naked choke hold. Bryan quickly taps out.

Eric Cabrera:
Here is your winner The Kobra

Ed Set:
This one is over...

David Sierra:
You could say it was over before it even started aye Ed?

Ed Set:
Despicable that’s what I say

Kobra stands in the centre of the ring with his arms raised as the scene fades to black.

[Makaveli The Don]

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XVI Side Effect returns from commercial break with not a shot of the ring, or any upcoming contests, there is no David Sierra, Ed Set or even Eric Cabrera. Instead we see many rows upon rows of Soldiers. Ground Troops all training vigorously. Running in place in an incredibly fast pace, suddenly dropping to the ground in an intense array of push ups switching from lifting with the left hand and to the right. 25 times they do this each time as they rise counting ?One Sir! Two Sir! Three Sir! Four Sir!? and so on. They rise from the granite ground they are blistering their hands from, and begin bolting towards the greener side of the field, and climb several rock walls with thick ropes on each end. Some cadets cannot take this much fast paced training d end up either falling off the walls, collapsing on the way to their destination, or convulsing due to seizures. Only those few proud young cadets who are able to make it through the drill realize that effort was in vane. For as soon as they cross over the final wall they are met with a man easily twice their size, with a scar over his eye and primed urban cameo military garb. They all attempt to cross the finish line to their lunch break one by one, The Corporal clotheslines each exhausted cadet. Head Butts, scoop slams, Belly to Belly suplexes, Press Slams. As each hungry private tries to pass, The Corporal viciously brings them down.

As all of the soldiers are lying on their backs in crumpled heaps of broken hearts and empty bellies, we see a smile flash across The Corporals face. A smile only a mother could love after all, as if a mirror was put in front of him surely his look would break it into several pieces. Surely he thought the soldier would be glad that their was no mirror, because otherwise he would probably delight in using the shards to whip them into further shape. The man looks over all of his promising young talents and nods his head in approval after counting the casualties of war. 42.

Corporal Punishment:
Congratulations Privates! You have made a new record for passing my course. And I dare say their were so many of you I may have broken a little bit of a sweat! But not to worry boys, I am not the same ruthless officer I once was. Normally you would only receive Hot Mush for your efforts today. But for you today is special. Today you will dine on Cold Mush!

The young men all groan in despair as they must look forward to an even worse meal and beating than ever before. But The Corporal lets out a cold hearty laugh, one with which would make someone who heard it from afar wonder what kind of diseased Rhino was dying that day. He propped himself back up after spitting a large green phlegm on the side of the grass and spoke again.

Corporal Punishment:
Just pulling your chains Privates! Tonight, we dine on Sirloin Steaks, Grilled Vegetable Medley and Twice Baked Potatoes!

Random Cadet:
Sour Cream?

Corporal Punishment:
Sour Cream, Chives and 3 Cheeses my boy! You have all passed my course with flying colors. Now that you know the rigors of running an obstacle course as well as the feeling of being in a Wrestling Ring, you have earned the right to eat like REAL MEN! Now get up you bunch of maggot stuffing yuppies! You?ve got more work to do after your done eating, and I don?t want to hear a whimper out of any of you! Dismissed!!!

The cadets all begin to slowly make their ways back to the Mess Hall where they will possibly eat the best non home cooked meal they have ever tasted. But before the Corporal goes back to join his newest graduates, he turns to face the cameraman shooting at a side angle of his face, until it meets in the middle, showing a full upper body shot.

Corporal Punishment:
Well Well Well. If it isn?t X.V.I? Well maggots, as even a brain dead lemur can see, I am alive and well. And personally, I have never felt better! Which is good news for some, and bad news for a few others. I leave to tend to my leg and other nagging injuries and what happens? We get an influx of new guys who have already established themselves elsewhere, New Tag Team Titles, and a new faction. I will address all three of these concerns right now. Hey new guys! I don?t care where your from. I don?t care what belts you have under your record, but your in XVI?s house now, and if you think for one second your prestige is going to carry you alone, you can step up into the ring with me, and XVI original, and see what Punishment really feels like! As for the Tag Titles, lets just say that whether your some Unholy Satanists, or Shit Eating Pig Farmers, if anyone has the guts to step up with me, I can gurantee I will have your back against these jobbers. As for this new faction, I cant exactly remember who they are?.Jordan and the Blowfish? Devolution? Emo World Order? Well whatever it is, I?ll make you the J.O.B. Squad if you don?t watch yourselves. Because whether you like it or not, I?m coming to whup some wussies, pound some pussies, and while I?m at it, I?m going to kick your ass! And you can take that to the bank.

Dismissed!!!

[Makaveli The Don]

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is your Champion Vs. Champion Vs. Challenger contest. If the challenger pins The Next Generation Champion, he will join number one contenders Rachel and Justin Evans at the American Dream. If the challenger defeats The Xtreme Champion, he will become number one contender for that title. However, no titles are on the line tonight! It is scheduled for one fall, and there will be no time limit!

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:
Introducing the challenger, weighing in at 175lbs, standing 5’9”, he hails from Parts Unknown, “The Destroyer Unleashed” Sah’taaa Thooooorrrrrr!!!

Ed Set:
One word describes this mans new found attitude, creepy.

David Sierra:
No doubt we have seen our own fair share of gut wrenching scenes from The Destroyer, but sometimes you have to fight dirty to defeat dirty.

Ed Set:
That made no sense whatsoever.

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:
And the first opponent, standing 6’2”, weighing in at 215lbs, he hails from Stoke-On-Trent, United Kingdom. He is your Next Generation Champion, Tiiiiickeeeerrr!

David Sierra:
Our Next Generation champion. This man has all the talent in the world to break out into a higher scene, and tonight is his chance to prove he is the Next Generation.

Ed Set:
Are you kidding? The poor guy is going to be squashed into Roma chili. He better take that Stoke off that Trent and light up real quick to numb the pain!

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 Calaz and Jaime Reed standing side by side, the spotlight follows them down the stairs of the arena while the strobe lighting gives an effect of slow motion, they reaches the bottom of the stairs and they hop the barricade, Jaime climbs up the stairs and under the bottom rop as Caalz 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, Jaime stands holding her arms out in apreciation of Calaz as 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 scoping his opponent and Jaime climbs out of the ring.

Eric Cabrera:
And the final combatant. Weighing in at 220lbs, standing 6’2”, he hails from Stoke-On-Trent, United Kingdom. Being accompanied to the ring by Jaime Reed, they are one half of Serafin and he is your XVI Xtreme Champion! “The New Era Icon” “Mr. XVI” David Caaaaalaaaazzzz!!!

David Sierra:
Former best friends of Ticker, both of them hold the gold, but Calaz saw the need to stab his friends in the back and join Jordan Glass and Alyssa Andrews for Serafin. In the mean time he screwed Thor out of the King of The Ring, and is riding on the most arrogant high I have ever seen!

Ed Set:
You forget to mention that due to Thor being a sore loser, he has been a thorn in the side of Serafin from the very beginning, I just hope Calaz has the decency to end this now before Thor starts doing more weird voodoo shit.

Ding Ding Ding!

We start right off the bat with Thor launching himself towards Calaz. David tries to match punches in the corner with his rival at first, but Thor quickly takes advantage with superior speed and well timed strikes, its not long before we already have a bleeder with David Calaz draining copper flavored fluid from his nose. Thor finishes the strife with a clothesline snapping Calaz’ head into the turnbuckle. Thor turns around and before he can let out a howl of triumph Ticker caught him right off his game with a well placed dropkick to the chin!

David Sierra:
And there’s the best dropkick in the business by Ticker onto Thor.

Thor spins back onto one knee and wipes his chin, and smiles. Ticker looks genuinely nervous but still slowly taunts Thor to “Bring It”. Thor charges straight at his new target, but Ticker again scouts his man and hits a drop toe hold onto The Destroyer. Thor lands on the middle rope, as Ticker gets a new idea to go for a 619. He runs to the ropes and almost executes the maneuver when Thor grabs The Next Gen champ by both of his legs and locks him in a modified giant swing, until he unceremoniously slingshots him into another turnbuckle. The crowd lets out a big “Ooooohhh!” as Thor spins around trying to shake off the cobwebs when Calaz comes back into things flattening his foe with a spear! Calaz motions the referee over as he goes for a cover.

One…
T-Kickout!

Ed Set:
Not even close! I thought he might of upset Thor right here!

Calaz wipes the blood from his upper lip and applies a well placed High Angle Boston Crab onto Thor! Thor screams in pain from the pressure being put on his lower back region, but then turns it around into a wicked grin of pleasure, even taunting Calaz,

“C’mon you pathetic pissant! Can’t you apply it any harder? I can barely feel it.”

Calaz turns around to slap Thor across the back of the head, which is what Thor wanted as he turns it into a Rising Inverted STF! Calaz looks like his spine is going to snap! Ticker is seen coming from the top rope, as the fans are going crazy over the sickening submission being applied, and Ticker finishes a big spot with a Shooting Star Press onto both of his opponents!

“XVI! XVI! XVI!”

Calaz looks completely contorted, as Thor pushes his body off of him, and grabs Ticker by the throat. He lifts him up for a big chokeslam, but Ticker pulls himself down and counters with a sloppy, yet effective DDT. Ticker goes towards the turnbuckle again, and signals for a missile dropkick. Thor wobbles back to his feet just in time to see Ticker jump into the air once more, and connects with his missile dropkick! But Thor rolls backwards from the impact, back to his feet, and runs straight for Ticker, leaping towards him and hits a Front Flip Piledriver onto the Next Gen Champ! Thor goes for a pin attempt on his prone opponent, when Jaime Reed is distracting the referee on the apron! Thor has a look of pure hatred and rage on his face as he pulls the referee away staring down Jaime Reed, who looks completely terrified. But he switches her look into a devious smile as David Calaz comes from behind and looks to steal one again with a role up! He’s grabbing the tights!

One…
Two…
Thre-Kickout! Thor kicks out!

David Sierra:
Oh thank freakin god!

Ed Set:
Damn! The plan was foolproof!

Calaz falls backwards as Thor gets back up. Mr. XVI tries to go for a ShellShock to finish Thor for good, but The Destroyer reverses the hold with a quick spin and delivers a Snap Front Flip Piledriver on Calaz! Thor roars in approval and lifts up his opponents broken heap, and puts him down once again with a Spinning Tombstone Piledriver! Calaz is completely laid out flat, but Thor refuses to be done even now, as he climbs the top rope, and signals for a Shooting Star Leg Drop.

Ed Set:
If you steal that finisher your going to pay big time buddy!

David Sierra:
I’d be more concerned about Calaz right now!

But Jaime Reed comes on the apron again and is screaming at Thor to stop right this instant. Thor looks down on the voluptuous escort to the New Era Icon, and decides to get down from the ropes. But what’s this?! Thor grabs Jaime Reed by the hair! The referee is trying to stop him, but Ticker crawls over to The Xtreme Champ and puts an arm over Calaz, so the referee has to count.

One…
Two…
Three!!!

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner, The Next Generation Champion, Ticker!!!

But as Ticker is having his hand raised by the referee, Thor has been dragging Jaime Reed kicking and screaming up the rampway!

David Sierra:
I cant believe it, Ticker has picked up the win!

Ed Set:
Forget about the match, Sah’ta Thor is abducting Jaime Reed!

David Sierra:
I shudder to think of the things that are in Jaime Reeds very near future!

Ed Set:
Get up Calaz get up!

But there is no assistance, as Ticker has a look of absolute disbelief on his face, as we get one last shot of Thors twisted smile as he walks away with the true prize.

End Match.

[Makaveli The Don]

All of a sudden, the lights go out. The crowd are whispering, wondering what is going to happen. Then, a dark, red light surrounds the arena and the titantron screen begins to flicker. It then airs a small, video package.

Ed Set:
What’s going on?

David Sierra:
I have no idea, Ed.

…X…

…V…

…I…

…Get Ready For A New Era…

…Entering The Ring…

…The One, The Only, Mr. Wrestling…

…D…

…D…

…T…

…The DDT Kid…

…is Coming!

Dan “Dragon” Taylor.

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The screen then shows an image of Dan with a smile on his face. Some of the crowd are familiar with his work and begin to cheer while others look on in wonder.

David Sierra:
Oh my God!

Ed Set:
I can’t believe it. Dan Taylor… here!

David Sierra:
Indeed he is! Well, folks.. I have been told about an update of who the man in black was. Unfortunately, we will not be able to find out any answers tonight, but the man in black has promised us that he will come clean in this very ring next week on Side Effect!

Ed Set:
Who the hell is that guy?!

David Sierra:
My bet is Makaveli!

Ed Set:
The boss? He wouldn't do that..

David Sierra:
Poison?

Ed Set:
Haha.. you're funny.

[Makaveli The Don]

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

Remedy by Cold begins to play. The curtain parts ways, and as the fans erupt in boos, Kid Jack makes his way onto the stage looks around. He makes his way to the top of the ramp. He turns around stepping backwards onto the ramp pointing at the fans, he spins around slowly.

Eric Cabrera:
Making his way to the ring, from Houston, Texas, he weighs in at 230 pounds, standing 6’2”, he is “The King of Xtreme” Kid Jack!!!!

Kid Jack stops on the ramp and looks around, disgusted at the fans. He then walks to the bottom of the steps, staring down the fans. Kid Jack quickly runs up the steps and hops onto the apron. He grabs the top rope with one hand and turns walking across, facing out to the ramp. He looks around to the fans with a mean look on his face for a second and then takes his hand from the rope slowly raising them up. He then enters the ring and looks around him, awaiting his opponent.

A large group of smarkish fans rise to their feet for the debut of one of their favorite performers. Naturally it would seem as if this group has followed Kid Jack all over the world to watch his matches, as they cheer on “Kid Jack! Kid Jack! Kid Jack!”

Just then, footsteps can be heard over the PA system.

David ~ We know what this means.

Ed ~ Yes we do! Here he comes!

Suddenly, a deep voice that would strike fear into the hearts of the bravest of men rings over the PA's and out over the ocean of people ..

Voice ~ Are you ready?

The crowd recognizes the voice and an explosion of jubilation resounds across the complete building. It reaches the outmost part of the parking lot, and continues out into the busy night.

Once again, the voice rings in their ears.

Voice ~ It has begun.

The footsteps cease. Suddenly, 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, screaming salutations to their icon. A single white spotlight shines down on the man standing there, who is covered in mist and fog, with his beautiful girl at his side. Jordan Glass takes two steps forward, stepping out of the mist, bringing Alyssa Andrews along with him. 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, walking hand in hand with Alyssa, smiling at her every chance he gets. He slides under the bottom rope, Alyssa walking around the ring and to his corner as he jumps up onto his feet. He walks to the back corner of the ring and removes his trench coat, passes it to Alyssa and fixes his gaze on the curtain at the top of the ramp. He hops around, warming up while looking over his opponent.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, he hails from St Johns, New Foundland. He stands 6’6”, weighing in at 279lbs, he is “Mister Ultimate Assault” Jordaaaannnn “Bullet Proof” Glaaaaass!!!

Ding Ding Ding!

At the jump of the bell, both men waste no time with taunts. They crash right into each other with heavy blows ricocheting back and forth while the fans eat it up right away with loud reactions of Oohs and Aahs and Woohs. The instant heat from these two gentlemen has created an interactive vacuum pulling all bystanders into it with rallying chants behind each man. Jordan Glass begins getting an advantage over Kid Jack, and is about to back the man into a corner when Kid Jack uses his ring savvy with a spinning heel kick knocking back Mister Ultimate Assault! Kid Jack recovers quickly and springboards off the middle turnbuckle and levels Jordan Glass with a Bulldog! Kid Jack is showing lightning quickness like no other opponent to Jordan before him and launches up with a Split Legged Moonsault from the top rope to Jordan Glass, but wait, Bullet Proof got the knees up! He quickly rises to his feet and clobbers Kid Jack with a clothesline from hell!

David Sierra:
The action is going by so fast and furious its hard to commentate!

Ed Set:
You just did…

Kid Jack rolls out of the impact and wraps Jordans head around for a Tornado DDT, but Jordan Hangs on tight to his opponent and is about to flatten Kid Jack with a Side Effect, which Kid Jack further expands into a reversed STO into a Koji Clutch! Jordans look of surprise on his face is only surpassed by his look of frustration and shock to being outwitted. He powers out and shoves Kid Jack over, who tries to regain momentum with a Hurricanrana, but becomes reversed by Bullet Proof with a Sitout Powerbomb! Jordan tries to go for a pin but Kid Jack clips him in the temples with his heels, breaking before a one count. Jordan delivers a huge right hand across the face of Kid Jack, causing the man to stagger, but he whips right back with a haymaker of his own! They start all over again with back and forth strikes, cutting their cheeks and noses with the power of such strikes!

Ed Set:
Jesus Christ man they are going to tear each other apart!

David Sierra:
Fight Night Boxing eat your heart out! Those punches much sting so much to the point that you feel like a thousand dragonflies just bit your face!

Kid Jack this time is getting the upper hand in the street fighting, and kicks Jordan Glass in the mid section, and tries for a double underhook Backbreaker, Which Jordan turns around attempting a Twist of Fate, which Kid Jack battles of with stiff strikes to the mid section and twirls around and connects with a bone shattering Superkick to the chin of Jordan Glass, sending his opponent over the top rope to the outside! Jordan leans against the barricade as Kid Jack springs off the ropes and lands a suicide Plancha towards his foe, which Jordan catches, but both men fly over the barricade anyway! The referee is begging the men to get back into the ring, but they don’t seem to hear him, or care. As they continue to brawl all the way up through the crowd, biting, raking, punching, kicking, bleeding. The referee has no choice but to call for the bell.

Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has ruled this contest a Double Countout!

The fans boo heavily, going so far as to throw masses of trash into the ring in protest of the ending, but it still hasn’t stopped, as Jordan Glass and Kid Jack are well into the back, still locked in a bitter war of blood.

David Sierra:
Never in my life have I seen a non Hardcore Match degrade into such Xtreme Measures!

Ed Set:
But I guess that concludes this edition of Side Effect doesn’t it Dave?

David Sierra:
I suppose it does! Tune in next week everyone, and don’t be discouraged. With egos like that, we are bound to get a straight fall out of one of them one of these days! Good Night Everybody!

End Match.