XVI Results July 30th

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Red and grey pyro blast off from all sides of the stage as the camera zooms around the arena, showing enthusiastic fans waiting for the moment they can see their favorite Xtreme Athletes compete. Certain signs are caught in the wayside as we pass the audience such as "We Want Rachel!" "Calaz is a Spazz" and "Kid Jacked my car!". We go to David Sierra and Ed Set to open up the broadcast.

David Sierra:
Hello everyone and welcome to your weekly Side Effect! I am David Sierra and this is Ed Set welcoming you live to Xtreme Vicious Intent!

Ed Set:
And damn Dave what a show we have for you tonight! Steel Cage matches, the identity of the masked man will be revealed to see who took out Szaban, Corporal Punishment has his first ever interview since returning to XVI, Hardcore action and so much more! Lets bring it to the ring!

Revenge by Pantera plays over the PA system as Kobra makes his way to the ring. He looks sharply focused and ready to fuck somebody up for sure! He wastes no time, sliding into the ring, and prepares for his opponent.

Eric Cabrera:
The following contest is your Opening Bout of the evening! Introducing first, weighing in at 289lbs, "The Cure" Kobra!

Sirens go off with a strong beat playing over the Arena, which signals Justin "The Answer" Evans to come out, and slides into the ring, playing up to the fans on each turnbuckle.

But before Eric Cabrera can initiate the entrance, Kobra comes from behind and hits a massive top turnbuckle powerbomb onto the Answer! Kobra then waits for Justin to flip over and get back to his feet, which he is met with a super spear by the Cure! Kobra lifts Justin by the head, but gets a lowblow downstairs! The referee saw the illegal move, and immediately calls for the bell!

Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Cabrera:
And here is your winner by a result of a disqualification, Kobra!

But Justin isn't done yet, as Jordan Evans comes down with the Dynasty and proceeds to put the boots to Kobra. Jordan hits a wicked spinning heel kick to Kobra, and Justin lifts his former opponent up and hits the Final Answer! The Dynasty leave the ring, their point made.

David Sierra:
Well a certainly short but effective way to start off Side Effect!

Ed Set:
The Dynasty, in their first move as a team in XVI, just put a hit out on Kobra and accomplished that much! What else can we expect from this group?

Commercial Break.

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

We now return from commercial break for the long awaited, or perhaps long dreaded, return interview of Corporal Punishment. The scenery is quite bland, and reflects nothing more than two people sitting in Hollywood-esque set chairs in front of a black background with a cherry wood coffee table lain in between the two participants. Ruffled magazines, a large Mr. Coffee espresso maker, and two black coffee mugs next to either person.

On one side, we have the Xtreme Interviewer, ?Razzle Dazzle? Katie King. Complete with pinstriped black slacks under a neon Rainbow T-Shirt, with tassles hanging from the sleeves, and the belt harnesses from her slacks. On the other end, we have Corporal Punishment. Dressed neatly in a blue officers uniform, with several badges of honor probably made from Kinkos, large black combat boots, and a broad chin and chilling gaze that could bring back suppressed memories of your bearded great aunt. Razzle Dazzle leans forward with a widely friendly smile and begins the interview.

?Razzle Dazzle? Katie King:
Corporal Punishment, a man of power and prestige, but the looks of a brain dead spider monkey. Lets get right down to the chase shall we? What really happened to you nearly a month ago? You were out with a supposed broken leg, and are sitting here, no cast, no injury, is it possible that you may have feigned the injury in order to get a leave of absence?

Despite multiple pot shots taken directly at the interviewee, Corporal keeps his composure and answers as diligently as he can.

Corporal Punishment:
Now look Katie, I am horribly sorry that I missed our dinner date 3 weeks ago, and I hope you can understand that I simply couldn?t make it.

?Razzle Dazzle? Katie King:
Oh! Then in that case I take it back.

Corporal Punishment:
Take what back?

?Razzle Dazzle? Katie King:
ANSWER THE QUESTION!

Corporal Punishment:
(Flinching) Ah, well, yes. In a way it was a feigned injury. But your only half right. You see, it would look like my leg pulled a Kennedy. The doctors originally thought that my leg was a lot worse than it actually was. In fact my leg was simply dislocated and merely looked broken. But due to my age the physical therapy was a lot more time consuming than say, if I were 12 years younger.

?Razzle Dazzle? Katie King:
A passable answer. But moving on, are you now physically fit to compete? Are you capable of continuing the rigorous schedule that caused you to become injured in the first place?

Corporal Punishment:
My injuries are healed completely. I don?t so much as have headaches or muscle pains anymore. To all my fans though, I would like to thank you for your emails and letters. Although a few of you are straight up son bitches, sending me prescriptions of Viagra and asking if I could autograph your baby at the house show in Phoenix. God Damn people its just gonna be washed off in a couple days anyway, and your sick for trying to turn your new born into a piece of memorabilia. And if anyone even THINKS that I need something to help me get it-

?Razzle Dazzle? Katie King:
What about your plans for the future? Do you plan on settling your differences with the man who allegedly put you out, Sah?ta Thor? Or could a title run be in your future?

Corporal Punishment:
I would be lying through my gritting teeth if I said I am not after the World Title. But so is every other tom dick and harry in this business. But I don?t mind having to bust up a couple heads to get there. As for Thor, he may have held the straw that broke this ornery camels back. But if I were to try to cause him punishment for doing so, I would have to do the same to all the other competitors who attributed to it. Rachel, Calaz, and Bullet Proof too. And quite frankly, I don?t think I have time to beat all their heads in at once.

?Razzle Dazzle? Katie King:
And your immediate future? Do you have an opponent lined up for The American Dream?

Corporal Punishment:
As a matter of act I do. And you?ll never guess who it is.

?Razzle Dazzle? Katie King:
Tell me tell me!

Corporal Punishment:
Alright, but you may be disappointed. You see, there is quite a bit of new talent coming into XVI, and I have a lot of respect for a few of these guys who bust their asses off every night. But busting your ass off isn?t quite enough for XVI. You see, in this house, in this war camp, you have to push yourself to limits that are unfathomable. You have to carry yourself in such a way that not even death could stop you from showing up at the next Side Effect. And I have a certain someone, who I personally am willing to train to adopt this mentality. But I?m not some Rocky Balboa trainer. I will personally beat the shit out of you, and do it over and over and over again, until your afraid to eat unless I may beat it out of you again. So at the American Dream, it will be Corporal Punishment, showing the ropes and going one on one, with ?The? Kobra! That?s right son, your getting a double dose of Punishment though, because its going to be you and I, in a Boot Camp Match! And if you can survive my Training Course, then I can gurantee you will be next in line for greatness in XVI. Heres looking at you, Kid. Dismissed!!!

End Segment.

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

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.

Eric Cabrera ~ Entering the ring first for the Hardcore match, weighing in at 215 pounds and at a height of six foot two .. hailing from Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom .. your NextGen Champion .. TICKER!

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.

Ed ~ Well, that's our NextGen Champ.

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.

Eric Cabrera ~ And entering second, hailing from Parts Unknown, at a weight of 175 pounds and a height of five foot nine .. Sah'ta Thor!

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 turns, looking at Ticker with a sickening grin on his face.

David ~ Thor is scaring me. He's smiling and he's about to enter a Hardcore match!

Ed ~ He's a sick, sick man Dave.

- DING DING DING -

Ed ~ .. and here we go!

Immediatly Thor runs at Ticker, but Ticker leaps over the ropes and lands on his feet. Thor stops at the ropes and glares down at Ticker, then attempts a crossbody from over the ropes, but Ticker runs out of the way, sending Thor to the mat.

Ed ~ Ouch, that had to hurt.

Ticker quickly picks up a steel chair and turns around with it in his hands, only to get a quick drop-kick to the chair, sending it hard into his face, knocking Ticker onto his back, the chair on his chest.

Thor looks down at the position of the chair and a sick grin spreads across his face. He quickly jumps up onto the apron, runs across, leaps onto the turnbuckle, then comes flying off with a legdrop right across Ticker's chest, driving the chair hard into him.

Thor stands up, looking down at the cringing Ticker as he rolls around in pain, arms hugging his chest. Thor smiles evilly and picks up the chair off the ground. He takes a couple steps back, watching Ticker struggle to get up. As he gets to one knee, Thor throws the chair at him. He catches it, and Thor runs at him, giving him a hard Shining Wizard, using the chair to smash Ticker's head.

David ~ My god! That's a new one.

Ed ~ I've never seen that done before, strangely.

Thor walks over to the seemingly knocked-out Ticker and begins to pull him up .. only to get low blowed! Thor falls to his knees, then to his side as Ticker slowly makes his way to his feet. He begins to stumble a bit, but catches himself on the barrier.

Thor begins to stand, but Ticker leaps up onto the barrier, then jumps off with a missle dropkick, hitting Thor in the direct center of his chest. Ticker gets back up, and turns, only to be face to face with Thor.

Thor throws a hard right hand, nailing Ticker in the jaw, but Ticker retaliates with a right of his own, hitting Thor in the jaw as well. This continues for a couple seconds, until Thor ends it with a hard right to the temple, sending Ticker stumbling backward. Thor then runs toward Ticker, jumping up with a hard knee to the face, sending Ticker down onto the mat.

Ed ~ This match is a constant back-and-forth so far.

David ~ Hopefully Thor doesn't try to kill Ticker to get to Calaz too.

Ed ~ He's sick, Dave. I wouldn't put anything past him.

Thor smiles evilly as he drops down to one knee beside the ring and reaches under. When his hand emerges .. it's holding a barb-wire baseball bat!

David ~ Oh my god ..

Ed ~ Told you!

Thor turns back to Ticker, only to see him beginning to stand once more. Thor frowns, then smiles again. He crouches down, awaiting Ticker to rise up. As he does, Thor stands up and raises the bat high above his head and ..

.. the bat connects hard with Ticker, splitting his forehead open widely. Blood shoots from the wound as Ticker starts to collapse, but Thor catches him, then rolls him into the ring, then slides in himself. He stands, looking down at Ticker's unconcious body.

Ed ~ Damnit, that had to hurt.

David ~ We need EMPs, NOW!

He drops down for the cover, hooking both Tickers legs.

David ~ You sick bastard, it's not as if the boy can kick out anyway.

One ..
Two ..
Three!!

Eric Cabrera ~ And the winner of this match is, Thor!

.. and just as those words leave Cabrera's lips, the lights die. Two voices ring out over the PA's simultaniously.

Voices ~ You will pay, you sick fuck .. you will pay.

.. and then the lights come back on. On the ramp stands Calaz and Jordan. Jordan has Ticker slung over his shoulder, as they both look down into the ring and laugh.

David ~ What are they laughing at?

Ed ~ That!

.. Ed says, pointing to the ring. In the middle of the ring, Thor lays, busted open. Blood flows from the slit in his forehead. The scene fades with Thor in the middle of the ring and Calaz and Jordan laughing their asses off at the bloodied man.

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Returning from commercials, Makaveli is standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone on his hand.

David Sierra

Makaveli, the owner is now standing in the middle of the ring, we've heard that the identity of the mysterious man who took out Matt Szaban shall be revealed tonight, folks!

Ed Set

Despite what you and I may think, I think we agree that the attack on Matt Szaban a while ago was completely uncalled for, David Calaz had already won the match, and whoever was under the black mask, simply took Matt Szaban out of the business, probably for good!

David Sierra

We also have no idea who could have done such a thing, I mean, is there really an XVI superstar with reasons to do that? Matt Szaban was a Champion, and we know that a man with gold around his waist is always a target, but why doing that when he's facing David Calaz? Will David Calaz be the next target?

Ed Set

And it seems Makaveli is about to speak about these past incidents, let's hear what the owner of XVI has to say about those actions.

Makaveli

We all know how things turned out a couple of weeks ago, Matt Szaban was the Champion of Champions and he suffered an aftermatch attack by an unnamed man under a mask, I can't really express how unfortunate and sad these events are for the world of wrestling, and especially, Xtreme Violent Intent... I can't really say how important Matt Szaban was, and still is for us, he's been with us since the very beginning and he was a hard worker even since day one, he would be the first guy who would show up at training sessions and the last one to go, he was very nice to the newcomers and he would often have words of advice to the rising stars, I don't think anyone in the back would contradict me if I say that Matt Szaban was one of the most hardworking people any company would have... Medical reports arrived to my desk this morning and those are not very good... Matt Szaban has a very injured larynx and the doctors are doing their best to prevent unfortunate sad effects like loss of voice or further infections... I think I speak for everyone both at home and right here in the arena when I say that was a despicable and completely uncalled for attack...

David Sierra

The owner seems to be ready to launch an accusation right now, maybe he does know who the man in black is!

Makaveli

Szaban was a hard worker, a role model, and incredible Champion and... I'm damned glad he's gone!

The crowd starts to boo heavily at Makaveli, as he grins

David Sierra

WHAT!?

Ed Set

Whoa... This is... Completely unexpected!

Makaveli

That's right, for months, Szaban has been a huge pain in my ass, he wouldn't do things like I would and if you can't get people to do things the way they are told, then you have a problem in your own business, well, Szaban was one of those people, and I couldn't be happier that he got what he was coming to him! Matt, you know you're watching, don't say I didn't warn you before! I told you that it was for your best interest to do what I told you, and now, look at you! Lying no a bed, not able to even talk, not able to even breathe without it hurting like a bitch, huh?

David Sierra

Wait a minute, does this mean that Makaveli is the man in black?

Ed Set

Get outta here! That can't be... Right?

Makaveli

Before you all jump to conclussions, no, it wasn't me who took Szaban out of action a couple of weeks ago, why get my hands dirty if I could ask someone else to do it for me?

David Sierra

This is getting more and more confusing, so is there someone in the roster who took out Szaban after all?

Makaveli

And these past couple of weeks, all of you have been rotting to know who this man is, is it Jordan Glass? Is it Sah'ta Thor? What about Corporal Punishment? Who truly had reasons to do what I said and took out the "Great Champion" Szaban was? Well, what if I tell you that, this man is someone you all know so well and reckon as a powerful force to be reckoned with, both in wrestling and outside of it? Now, without further ado, please, "Man in Black" come out and join us in this very special night!

Ed Set

Dave, is this really happening? I mean... Makaveli just told the world how he plotted the attack on Szaban and in a few seconds, we'll see the masked man and we will know his identity!

The crowd starts to boo heavily as the masked man walks down the ramp and gets in the ring, as Makaveli is clapping, still with a grin on his face

Makaveli

Now, this is possibly the best investment I've ever done... Even if it was a one on one match between Matt Szaban and this man, I doubt Matt Szaban would have get the upper hand... This man here is the epitome of power, and you all know him as...

In that moment, the man starts to get his mask off, and the crowd gasp in awe, shock and surprise

David Sierra
Oh my God! It can't be!

Ed Set
Oh, come on! Not him! How could he...?

Makaveli

You know him as... X-ECUTIONER!

X-ecutioner takes off the mask completely, his hair falling on his shoulders, as he grins alongside Makaveli

Makaveli

Now, this is an example of what happens if a man does what I tell him to do, this is what happens if someone falls under my influence, even a Hall of Famer like him couldn't resist the power of money and...

X-ecutioner looks displeased at Makaveli's words and simlpy snatches the microphone from him

Ed Set

Uh oh...

David Sierra

I think Makaveli just crossed a line there...

X-ecutioner approaches the microphone to his lips

X-ecutioner

Excuse me? Do what YOU tell me to do? I must have real bad memory, Mak, but who was the one pestering and begging me and almost suckin' my dick to help you get rid of Szaban? After 2 months, believe me, anyone would do anything just to shut you up... And yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is I, X-ecutioner, the one who took out the dear and beloved Champion of Champions, the one who crushed his larynx and yes... The one who helped Makaveli, but right now, I'm having second thoughts and regrets and suddenly, the thought of kickin' your ass to Los Angeles and back sounds rather appealing...

The crowd reacts in a mixed fashion, as Makaveli recovers the microphone from X-ecutioner as he places his hands on his hips and waits for an answer from Makaveli

Makaveli

Now, X, don't get me wrong, I asked you to help me, but it was just once! And, don't you dare to bite the hand that feeds you! You know I could make your life a living hell now that you are around and you---

X-ecutioner snatches the microphone from Makaveli again and stares at him, the crowd starts to cheer

X-ecutioner

I have a better idea... You know how all of this people have been marking for a return... MY return... I think I'm going to please them all...

David/Ed

WHOA!

X-ecutioner

You know? I remember a match, back then in WCXF... It was... I don't know... Corpse and you, Buried Alive Match...

David Sierra

This isn't going to end well...

X-ecutioner

I remember your face filled with happiness and joy when you saw me coming out with my baseball bat, and how you were thinking "Phew! I got the match on my pocket now that my man X is out here now!" but, tell me, how's it feels to have cold steel crushing your balls, Mak? And this costing you the match?

Ed Set

He's just mocking the owner now!

X-ecutioner

You know? I just like that concept, burying someone alive and getting rid of it... I like it a lot, now, I do realize that in order for me to get a big ass match like that, and getting you as the opponent, I need to do something "Big" something real awesome, otherwise, I'll get squat from you, so let us remember, 2 times we faced off, and 2 times you failed at life... I wanna go for the third time, but not a normal third... A Buried Alive Match...surely our not afraid of being buried alive are you? Then you will meet me At The American Dream, your last dream, and the last time i ever have to see your face.

The crowd cheers in excitement as X-ecutioner keeps on mouthing things to Makaveli


As Makaveli is about to hold the microphone, X-ecutioner simply drops it, "Dear Loser" hits on the audio system as X-ecutioner leaves the ring and walks backwards to the entrance, pointing at Makaveli

Ed Set

X-ecutioner was revealed as Matt Szaban's attacker! But Makaveli's plans didn't come out as he would have expected those, for he said the wrong words to the wrong person! Will the owner accept the match? What possible outcomes will this lead?

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

XVI returns from the commercial break. Eric Cabrera stands in the centre of the ring awaiting to call the next match. Suddenly, a dark, red light surrounds the arena. The cheers become deafening. After a moment, “All My Life” by Foo Fighters plays. The crowd stand to their feet, beginning a loud “DDT” chant. Wearing a pair of red tights and a black vest bearing the DDT lettering in red, Dan Taylor makes his way out on stage. He walks to one half of the stage and energetically raises his arms. He walks to the opposite side of the stage and does the same. He then begins to walk down the ramp, stopping halfway. He drops to his knees and a range of fireworks explode from the titontron. They finish and Dan stands. He strolls up the ring steps and ascends the turnbuckle from the outside. He raises his arms and the crowd continues to cheer.

Eric Cabrera:
Making his way to the ring, hailing from Manchester England and making his XVI debut… “The DDT Kid” Dan “Dragon” Taylor!

Gently begins to play as the stage area begins to fill up with smoke as the beat begins to kick in and the feint sounds of screams can be heard. Myst crawls in on all fours to the top of the ramping only his shadow to be seen through the fog. The crowd do not know how to react as he pauses at the top and the fog fades around his feet, Myst looks around the crowd when just before the vocals of Corey Taylor kick in he raises his arms as pyros go off behind him as he runs towards the ring, in timing with the tempo of the song. Myst climbs into the ring and looks at the crowd as he begins to take his coat off preparing for the match.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, hailing from Parts Unknown… Myst!

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 staring down his opponents.

Eric Cabrera:
And the final participant from Newfoundland, Canada… Jordan “Bullet Proof” Glass

Ed Set::
All three men have entered the ring and… there’s the bell and we are under way.

As the bell rings the three men spring in to life, all three looking at each other trying to work out the first movement of another, The stand off continues until Dan and Myst give a little nod to each other and they both start hammering Jordan with clubs to the head and mid section. Jordan tries to cover up as best he can but the numbers game catches up to him in the end and he falls to his knees as the two men now start stamping on his back forcing him onto his stomach. Dan goes down to apply a submission to Glass but Myst looks at Dan and shakes a finger in his face. Dan looks confused by this for a second but is then knocked over by a huge right handed shot from Myst. Dan springs back up but is dropped again with a choke slam backbreaker from Myst, Taylor writhes in pain and Myst gets down to cover him but is interrupted by a sickening kick in the head from Jordan. The crowd boo at the cheap shot from Jordan as he replies with some obscenities.

Ed Set:
Well that’s a sure fire way to get the fans to love you…

David Sierra:
Do I detect a hint of sarcasm there Ed? I hope not or Jordan’s liable to come and kick you in the head also.

Myst looks out cold and Jordan goes for the pin.
1...
2..
Myst gets a hand on the bottom rope a split second before the end, the crowd go wild as Jordan argues his case with the referee. Dan Taylor takes advantage and clotheslines Jordan in the back of the head much to the delight of the fans.

Ed Set:
That certainly shut him up didn’t it…

DDT grabs Jordan’s legs and applies a sharpshooter, Jordan looks close to tapping but manages to hold out until Myst regains his composure by running at the ropes and delivering a huge boot to Taylor’s face knocking him out cold. Myst runs to the rope as Jordan gets to his feet, Myst attempts a clothesline but Jordan scouts it and hits him with a shards of glass and rolls straight into a cover.

1...
2...
3!

Eric Cabrera:
The winner by pinfall… Jordan “Bullet Proof” Glass!

Ed Set:
And as quick as that it’s over completely against the momentum…

David Sierra:
Jordan Glass is a smart fighter he waits and picks his spot.

Jordan stands up arms raised in victory standing over his two fallen foes, as he exits the ring the two in the ring begin to stir and as they stand up they both stare each other down mouthing comments to each other.

Ed Set:
They are both blaming each other for the loss.

David Sierra:
Know one to blame but themselves

DDT pushes Myst who pushes him back, a brawl breaks out and security hit the ring trying to separate the two as XVI cuts to a commercial.

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Samantha Harris:
Samantha Harris reporting for E! News. Move over Beckhams there’s a new star couple making waves. Gavin Gyaos and Nikkie Manx have indeed arrived.

{{A long white stretch Hummer pulls in front of a large building, a solid gold sign on the structure read “Club G.” The screams of women become almost deafening as multiple reporters struggle to get interviews with many Hollywood stars. Tom Cruise and Kate Beckinsale are shown walking down the red carpet, even Jack Nicholson can be seen in the background. The sight of thousands of fans are reflected off the Hummer as rather large muscular man opens the door. The screams of adoring girls grow even louder as black dress shoe graces the red carpet. Gavin Gyaos steps out of the Hummer wearing a black Armani suit. He holds out his hand and helps the lovely Nikkie Manx out whose wearing a matching black Armani dress. The bulbs of multiple camera flashes begin to go off. They are almost blinding. Surrounded by multiple security guards Gavin and Nikkie walk hand in hand down the carpet passing by their adoring fans. Refusing autographs or even a interview. The couple enter “Club G” as the scene goes black. Soon words begin to flash across the screen.}}

…“Icon Of Innovation” …

…”God’s Gift to Greatness”…

…”Manifestation of Magnificence”…

…Gavin Gyaos stars in Xtreme Viscous Intent…

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your Main Event of the evening! And is scheduled to be a Steel Cage Match!

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... Kid.. Jaaack!

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.

David Sierra:
No one can deny that Kid Jack certainly made an Xtreme debut last week against Jordan Glass. Going strike for strike, move for move with the number one contender! Rumor has it that if Kid Jack keeps up his performance, he might be the one to meet Jordan Glass at the American Dream for the currently Vacant XVI World Title.

Ed Set:
I tell you it has been nerve wracking! Not having a champion to be proud of, or even mention as of late! I feel naked without someone having that belt!

David Sierra:
So you feel naked if someone else is not wearing a belt? Strange.

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 standing alone at the top of the steps, Jaime Reed's absence is notable as Calaz does'nt seem as energetic as he usually does. The spotlight follows him down the stairs of the arena while the strobe lighting gives an effect of slow motion, he reaches the bottom of the stairs and he hops the barricade, Calaz 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, there is almost a sense of anti-climax as Jaime Reed would normally be applauding every movement 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 stares at his opponent.

Ed Set:
I tell you it’s a travesty of justice not being able to see Jaime Reed out here! Thor is going to get his come uppings mark my words!

David Sierra:
Its gotta be hard for Mr. XVI. He has to focus against a certifiable legend in that ring, while somehow putting the image of his valet into the back of his mind.

Eric Cabrera:
And his opponent, weighing in at 221lbs, he hails from Stoke-On-Trent United Kingdom, he is your Xtreme Champion, Mr. XVI The New Era Icon, David Calllaaaazzz!!!

As the cage begins to lower however, with both men ready to start the action, Blood and Fire by Type-O Negative plays over the PA system, as Sah’ta Thor is shown at the center of the stage, with a bound and gagged Jaime Reed being held by his side. He has a vicious grin on his face, as he speaks without a microphone, voice booming over the arena as if from a dark proclamation.

Sah’ta Thor “The Destroyer Unleashed”:
David….Calaz. Mr……XVI. The New Era…..Icon. For these nicknames you certainly don’t show as much vigor and vitality of a man deserving of these names? Well my friend, if you ever truly want to see Jaime Reed back in your arms again, you will face me at the American Dream. It will be Thor Vs. Calaz, Xtreme Title Vs. Manager. In a similar structure your competing in right now….a Cage….Of….Death!!! You don’t like that idea? Then come down here and rescue your pathetic little succubus right now!

But just as Thor has finished his speech, and heads towards the back, the Steel Cage has fully descended, With Calaz gripping the steel mesh screaming at Thor to let her go or he will regret it. But Kid Jack has other plans as he connects with a spinning heel kick to the back of Davids head, causing him to crash into the cage!

Ding Ding Ding!

Kid Jack quickly rebounds back from his flying attack, and jumps off a turnbuckle with a Springboard Bulldog! Mr. XVI is down as Kid Jack leaps up to the top rope, and launches himself into a split legged moonsault, but Calaz gets his knees up! Kid Jack goes flying off the knees as Calaz now scrambles to his feet, and runs towards his opponent, ducking a clothesline, and hits a Springboard Reverse DDT onto Kid Jack! Calaz rolls backwards, and now looks for a standing moonsault, which Kid Jack moves out of the way. Kid Jack then goes for his own standing moonsault, which Calaz rolls away, going for the standing moonsault one more time, which Jack rolls under again and reverses the fall into a La Magistral! But there is no pin attempts in this cage match so it was just to add insult to insult this time around. They both get back to their feet and the fans let out an appreciative applause.

David Sierra:
Man it doesn’t matter who Kid Jack is facing, the action just looks electric no matter what match it is!

Ed Set:
Are you blind? Its obvious that David Calaz is carrying this contest to a blockbuster performance.

They both look each other over, Calaz with a charmingly mad hatter type look on his face, and Kid Jack just brushing it off with a cool gaze. They lock up, and Mr. XVI locks in a side headlock, but Kid Jack delivers some stiff elbows to the side, and reverses the hold into a back body drop. Kid Jack then grabs onto Calaz, and flips him around with a wheelbarrow facebuster, which Calaz is able to somehow scout over and reverse into a Yuranage Suplex! From then on he locks in an Anaconda Vice! Kid Jack is desperately trying to escape the ultra painful arm and neck lock, and contorts the rest of his body in order to lock Calaz into a head scissors! Calaz kip ups out of it and once again the fans let out an appreciate applause.

Ed Set:
Calaz almost had him there! I would say he’s doing a great job of focusing on his opponent, and not thinking too much about Thor.

David Sierra:
That’s what you gotta do. You have to focus on the task at hand, and handle with your other laundry on another day. But what about that Cage of Death Challenge? That’s going to be a huge title defense if Calaz chooses to accept!

They lock up once again, but Calaz wont let technical skills be involved in this exchange as he knees Kid Jack right where the sun don’t shine! He doubles over as Calaz spins around and crushes his opponent with a Burning Hammer! Kid Jack is folded up like an accordion from that grapple. As The New Era Icon takes his opponent up, Kid Jack hits a few well placed forearm shots to get out of this predicament, holding his head after forcing Calaz to release, he runs towards the ropes but stalled too long as Calaz catches him with a ShellShock Reversal! Kid Jack is laid out from that attack, as Calaz now begins to climb the cage. But naturally, once he gets to the top, he feels the adrenaline from the crowd, and looks like he is going to finish off Kid Jack once and for all!

Ed Set:
No damnit! Get your ass out of the cage! Rachel did this same damn thing a few weeks ago! Get out of there!

But David obviously doesn’t hear Ed, as he takes a huge Leap of Faith from the top of the cage, but NOOO! Kid Jack moved out of the damn way! Calaz crashes into the mat, totally broken from his failed drop. Kid Jack begins to crawl towards the cage door, as the referee opens up. It looks as if Kid Jack is going to pick up the win. But wait! A man in a black hooded cloak climbs over the barricade, and rams the referee into the ring steps! Kid Jack’s head is poking out of the cage, but the cloaked one takes the cage and viciously slams it against the skull of Kid Jack! He climbs into the ring, and takes Kid Jack down with a…Styles Clash?! He removes the hood and it is revealed to be, Ticker!

David Sierra:
No!!! It cant be! Ticker is the new member of Serafin? The Next Gen Champion joining the enemy? No smurfin way!

Ticker then leads Calaz out the cage door, as the bell is rung for his victory.

Eric Cabrera:
And here is your winner, David Calaz!!!

Ed Set:
Holy Shiite Muslims! That is Xtreme!

David Sierra:
It’s a travesty of justice is what it is! This makes me sick, and if Jordan Glass wins the belt against his opponent at the American Dream, that means Serafin will have all the freakin gold!

But as Ticker and David Calaz are both trying to go up the ramp way, Corporal Punishment and Sah’ta Thor are stalking them from behind! Warpath is behind Serafin! They bump into their backs and slowly turn themselves around, and before they can run The Corporal and Thor begin to lay waste to the would be winners. But just as they are causing complete anarchy, here comes Jordan Glass! He comes down and wallops the Corporal with a huge lariat, as Thor becomes double teamed by Ticker and Calaz, suddenly, the camera panes over to the Steel Cage, where Kid Jack is at the very top! And with a horrifyingly devastating leap of faith, he crashes into all three members of Serafin!!!

David Sierra:
Bah Gawd!!!!!!!!!!!! That was fucking Xtreme!!!!!!

Ed Set:
Jesus tap dancing Christ! All of these men are in a heap of blood, bones and carnage! What does this mean for Next Week on Side Effect?!!!

David Sierra:
We’ll have to see you all there! Good Night Everybody!

End Show. Thats a Rap Everybody! Great Work!