Watch your words

Or your words might drown you

And cure my wounds

And the light will blind you

[The intro starts off with a profile view of Ragonus, as the camera zooms in on his face, and he frowns, before it shows him deliver a brainbuster off the top rope to a hapless opponent who crashes into the mat with a sick impact..]

To truly see well

You must have faith

Oh the righteous they can't wait

[The Panther is shown next, and he looks good. Another clip is shown, from the legendary 5 man eXcess match.. He jumps off the top turnbuckle, taking out a local wrestler with a Doomsday Device, causing Miller to crash into the mat!]

A saving grace

That all we know

Let us pray

Let us hold on

[Spawn.. He looks ripped like always.. it shows him delivering a shot from a kendo stick right to the face of a wrestler..]

I can't breathe

I prefer to find a ceiling

To this hate of mine

[Shauna Soprano, stunning as always as she delivers a missile dropkick to a steel chair, sending it crashing into the face of her opponent.]

I can't win

I can fight no more

I am drowning

And I'm sick inside

[The Grudge has returned to his hardcore roots, and it's shown as his bloody and broken body flies off the tower with a diving elbow drop..]

Push no more

And the day will find you

Speak no truth

And your ways will end you

[Fear has his opponent on a stretcher and his head is sticking out from the bottom rope over the apron.. He jumps off the apron with a guillotine leg drop, causing his opponent to be shot into the ropes..]

You want commitment?

Put on your best suit; get your arms around me

Now we’re going down, down, down

You want commitment?

Put on your best suit; get your arms around me

Now we’re going down, down, down

[ Fear Places an opponent into a crucifix powerbomb position and connects with a DDT in mid move then will hook in a pin. He uses this move in extreme circumstances and always results in a victory!]

It's alright

And you must move on

Though the damage

Has been done

[Kronik, waving goodbye to the NLR crowds...]

Cherish the life

And the ones you hold

Can you change?

Can you go on?

[Leandro, waving goodbye to the NLR crowds...]

I can't breathe

I prefer to find a ceiling

To this hate of mine

[Kyle Bauer, waving goodbye to the NLR crowds...]

I can't win

I can't fight no more

I am drowning

And I'm sick inside

[Troy Knight, MWF and now NLR legend soars through the air with his trademark move, 'The Rump Thump'..]

Push no more

And the day will find you

Speak no truth

And your ways will end you

[Sinn and Helena, the 'Femme Fatales' walk down the ramp, being oogled at by the fans..]

Bang...

[ Spawn walks from one side of the stage to the other, getting the crowd and himself pumped up before Mari Posa leads him down to the ring. ]

It's alright...

[Anarchy has broken loose in the NLR ring, as every feud in the fed has come to the light.. Leandro and Grudge swap punches while an old clip of Douglas and Doomsday battling back and forth is shown.. Troy Knight delivers a spin kick to Fear while Ragonus attacks Spawn from behind..]

...and you must move on...

[Insane Wayne drags his opponent into position before dropping him with a piledriver, nearly snapping his neck..]

...though the damage has been done...

[Sinnocence connects with her Iron Maiden finisher, and begins to wrench on the neck, causing them to black out..]

Cherish the life and the ones you hold...

[And now the new talent is highlighted.. Jesus Jones, boy does he look impressive.. Rigamortis hasn't done much to impress us.. But we're sure he'll come around.. Randy Kamon beats down an opponent in a dark match.. Mike Saint and Chris Griffin are shown, staring at the camera.. Almost scarily.]

...can you change?, can you hold on?...

[ And right before the pyro shoots, you hear the ending of "Sons of Plunder" by Disturbed and NLR Owner J. McGuire speaking. ]

I can't breathe

I prefer to find a ceiling

To this hate of mine

I can't win

I can't fight no more

I am drowning

And I'm sick inside

McGuire: "The new NLR...taking it to the next level every Friday night."

Suddenly as "Sons of Plunder" by Disturbed starts over the loudspeaker, Sully is interrupted. The lights of the arena flicker and from behind the velvet curtains, a young woman appears. Dressed in a mid-length black skirt with a Betty Page t-shirt and knee-high predator boots with her shoulder-length black hair pulled up into odangos. Trailing a few feet behind her, is Bobby Knight. The young boy is dressed in the best little Armani suit that money can buy. He just accompanies her, grinning widely.

McGuire: "Welcome to Friday night Hysteria! Tonight is my second week in command...and we're still holding strong! Now...I just have a few announcements. Some of us have left...some new blood that will soon be green...and most of all, we will see Troy Knight's return to the ring next Friday night! As my loyal GM here, little Mr. Knight has booked his very first match for the NLR. Next week, we will see Troy Knight vs. former NLR star Alex Roma in a one-night only event!! So everyone sit back, relax, and enjoy this week's show!!"

With that...the two disappear in between the black velvet curtains.







{DARK MATCH - Randy Kamon vs. Chris Griffin…winner: Randy Kamon!!}

[The bouncers are stood on the door wearing the typical NLR employee uniform but in much larger sizes than the average worker's. They stand having a quiet conversation clearing two or three of the people to go inside the arena. Out of nowhere comes a monster of a man dressed in a black boilers suit. He has a shaved head and no facial hair at all, including no eyebrows. He approaches the man.]

Bouncer One: Not a regular?

Bouncer Two: And there's no-one else on this nice list we have here.

[ The man grunts and looks down at the floor.]

Bouncer One: Is that meant to threaten me.

[A sick grin spreads across the man's face.]

Bouncer Two: Do you want me to smack that smile off of your face, you prick.

[ The grins grows further wider.]

Man: I'd like to see you try, pimple-puss.

[ Bouncer one places the clipboard down and rolls the sleeves of his NLR bomber jacket up, as does bouncer two.]

Man: Step into my world, gentlemen.

[ He steps back and outstretches his arms, offering them out.]

Bouncer One: You're gonna regret this...

[ He laughs.]

Man: Not nearly as much as you, my friend...

[The bouncers runs at him and goes for a head shot. The man grabs his arms and nearly crushed it in his hands, leaving the bouncer dangling like a fish. The other one runs through and the man raises his foot and nearly takes his head off. He knees the 'dangling fish' in the stomach and then suplexes him onto the concrete leaving him almost out cold. The other man gets up and tries to kick him but he grabs his foot and spins him around. He turns around and is greeted with the man's hand around his throat. He chokeslams and lands him on his knee, almost breaking his back. He wipes his hands on his boiler suit and then walks in through the doors.]

Back at the ring…

Tim Sullivan - We're getting word that there is a mysterious red and black limo in the back. I don't know how relevant this is to anything going on tonight. But it is strange. Do we have a camera back there? ... Ok, according to what I am being told, Ladies and Gentlemen, there are lots of different rumors blowing around backstage. And, I don't want to speculate, so I think we're going to wait and find out exactly who is in the limo and why they are here.

John Pilkington - Maybe we should send Collins back there to investigate.

Tim Sullivan - Knowing our lead NLR interviewer, I'm sure he's on his way. Let's continue on with the show.

Frazier: The next match is scheduled for one fall. First from British Columbia, Canada Panther!

Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N Roses plays as Panther runs to the ring and slides in as the crowd cheers.

JP: Both men needing this win as the new era here in NLR continues.

Sully: True this is the time to climb up the ladder as the company takes off in a new direction.

Frazier: And his opponent. From Houston Texas “The God of Hardcore” Spawn!

The lights dim and "God Hates Us All" begins to play over the pa. As the drum rift begins, out walks Spawn's manager, Mari Posa. She struts around in a circle before standing and pointing to the entrance. The drum rift changes and out walks "The God of Hardcore" Spawn. Spawn walks from one side of the stage to the other, getting the crowd and himself pumped up before Mari Posa leads him down to the ring. Spawn places Mari Posa on the ring apron and she opens the ropes while he enters and thenwalks over to the nearby corner and steps up to the middle turnbuckle and throws his fist up into the air. The crowd pops for him and he then hops down for the match.

JP: There goes the bell and here comes the match.

Panther and Spawn square off. Panther and Spawn exchange forearms as each tries to get the advantage. Panther gains the advantage and hits a snap suplex. He runs the ropes to build up momentum and goes for a elbow drop but Spawn rolls out of the way and is back to his feet. They lock up and Spawn hits a standing suplex.

Sully: Spawn back in control and he punches away at the grounded high flyer.

Spawn picks Panther up and hits a couple knife edge chops before landing a massive neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as Spawn starts talking crap to Panther. Panther makes it to his feet and hits a surprise kidney shot. Bouncing off the ropes he hits a cross body block. Panther goes for the pin.

1…Kickout by Spawn! Panther tries to stun the rising Spawn with some forearm shots but Spawn pushes Panther back.

JP: Panther in trouble if he can’t start hitting more than one move at a time on Spawn.

Sully: They are back at it folks.

Spawn nails Panther with some knees to the gut before lifting the high flyer up and hitting a brainbuster driving Panther’s head straight into the mat. Spawn screams for Panther to get up and when he does Spawn hits The Godsmack. The crowd cheers as Spawn wastes no time cinching on the The Silent Scream. Panther tries to fight it but he is in the middle of the ring and has no where to go.

JP: And there is the tap out folks! Sully: Spawn dominated tonight folks. Panther was just destroyed.

Frazier: Ladies and gentlemen your winner by submission Spawn!







[ "Wait and Bleed" rips out through the system and the fans are confused. The system lights up and two words in a blood-red font appears upon the screen. 'The Impaler'. Out of the curtains comes the man the fan's saw earlier. Red fireworks explode as he makes his way down the ramp, beating his chest and raising his arm to the fans. He climbs up the steps and steps over the ropes. He walks to the centre of the ring and stares down at the man and shouts, 'get me a fucking a mic'. The man brings him one. The Impaler stands centre as the lights return and his music fades.]

The Impaler: I stand here, unthreatened and thrawted after walking through the corridors of this company and making my presence felt. The question I have is, are you fucking ready?

[The fans are confused as to who this man is as he paces.]

The Impaler: As you probably can see, I'm a big man and I intend to use my size but I suppose you're all a bit confused. Who the f*ck am I? I'm the newest signing to the NLR. I am THE IMPALER...

[ There is a cheap pop as he stops and raises one hands.]

The Impaler: I've cleared the details up and was meant to be debuting next but fortuently for you I ripped the turf up already and left two of the bouncers broken and bloody in the carpark and now I greet you with my presence and get to show you who I am. If anyone has a problem with me being here they can try and challenge it but I can guarantee it will be the last little challenge they make.

[He lowers the microphone and looks around the arena once more.]

The Impaler: Next week I will debut in a match set by the boss and I will show you then that I have no mercy and that ANY man that tries to stop me will be left in the dust. Whether it be an ass-hat like Claudio Turbine or any other f*cker who wants to dance with this devil. I'm here to bring about a new legacy and let the reputation reflect the name of this place... The 'Next Level'.

[ He walks over to the ropes, and brushes his hand across his bald head.]

The Impaler: Ultimately some people are going to get hurt and some toes are going to get readed on but there will be carnage and believe me, there will be a hell of a lot of blood split. I've got my targets and I've took some names and I'm ready. I'm here, I'm contracted and I'm ready to cause some hurt.

[ He raises his hand, as if mimicking a chokeslam.]

The Impaler: I'm ready to drop victims on their head and next week IT WILL BEGIN. One monster has left and the birth of another has come about. It's time for me to step out of the shadows and destroy all those in my path to the Legacy title.

[He lowers it and stares at the pure size...]

The Impaler: You people thought Leandro did some damage? You're in for a shocker because the reign of terror is coming and star after star will meet their match and be subjected to fate. Fate is the fact that...

[He takes a deep breath and wanders back to the centre, his footsteps heavy and monstrous.]

The Impaler: I...CAN'T....BE....STOPPED...

[He tosses the mic down and beats his chest. He growls, staring up at the ceiling.]

Tim Sullivan - Ok, I'm getting some more information about this mysterious red limo.

[A video camera, now in the back, shows the limo.]

Tim Sullivan - We now have some images, and as you can see, its a blood dark red, with tinted windows, almost black. Unfortunately, that means we can't see who is inside.

John Pilkington - Oh, what the hell does it matter anyways? Like we've never seen a limo in NLR before? I mean, Griffin came in one last week.

Tim Sullivan - But, Griffin here in NLR was a huge story. You need to also hope that tonight there will be another huge signing or something, something. You know?

John Pilkington - Griffin? That's not exciting. What would be exciting is to have, I don't know, someone with World Title experience, someone who could come here and just dominate.

Tim Sullivan - Well, we're sending Jason Collins over right now, and hopefully after we take this break, we'll have some more information on the identity, and the purpose of the people in this red limousine.







Frazier: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is part of the second round of the Legacy Tournament. Introducing first, weighing in at 260 lbs…Mike Saint!!

The arena lights dim as "Nightwish" by Nightwish begins to play over the speakers. Michael Saint appears from behind the black velvet curtains as he starts walking down to the ring, enthusiastically waving at the fans. When he reaches the ring, he climbs in and looks pumped as he waits for Rigamortis.

Frazier: And his opponent, from Sydney, Australia, Rigamortis!!

“Take The Power Back” by Rage Against the Machine starts to play and a green mist surrounds the entrance way. Rigamortis and Purple Starr emerge from the mist from the stage floor, as they start down the ramp pyros go off down the ramp and a red mist starts to surround the ring. Rigamortis and Starr enter the ring with Starr perched upon his shoulder. The lights begin to strobe then cut off. When the lights come back up Rigamortis is standing in the center of the ring with Star still on his shoulders. The music soon fades and Purple Starr leaves the ring as he readies himself for the match.

The bell sounds, and the match is underway. Saint kicks Rigamortis in the head; following up with a fist drop; then climbs to his feet. Saint grabs Rigamortis and applies an arm wrench. Wolverine breaks the hold and rolls to his feet. Rigamortis rushes Saint and takes him off his feet with a short-arm clothesline, following up with a figure four leglock.

Ref asks Saint if he submits; Saint is shaking his head in denial. Rigamortis tightens the hold, Saint screams, but refuses to submit. Rigamortis tightens the hold....Rigamortis breaks the hold. Saint gets quickly to his feet; he tries for a spine buster on Rigamortis, but he avoids it. Rigamortis tries for a gutwrench powerbomb, but Saint dodges the attack.

Sully: "Wow! These two are giving it their all!"

JP: "Any bets on the winner? It's a tough call to make."

Mike drives a forearm into the head of Rigamortis, following up with a closed fist and several kicks to Rigamortis’ head. The wrestler climbs to his feet, grabbing Saint and delivering a spine buster. He retaliates with a tackle, pummeling the head of his opponent. Rigamortis shoves Mike Saint away, and climbs to his feet, taking Saint down with a short-arm clothesline, followed by several good kicks to Mike's midsection.

Mike Saint gets up, tackling him, then rising to his feet and dropping a closed fist in Rigamortis' face. Rigamortis tries to roll away, but Saint grabs his head and uses a falling head butt to stun Rigamortis. Saint climbs the ropes.... aims, sets up, and delivers a moonsault; going for the pin. The ref starts the count. 1...... 2.....Rigamortis kicks out.

Sully: "Whoa! Mike Saint nearly had Rigamortis right there."

JP: "Personally, I'm glad it ain't over yet. Would've been too short a match!"

Rigamortis hits Saint with a shoulder tackle, then drops a closed fist and follows up with a stomp for good measure. Saint rolls back to his feet. Saint slaps the face of Rigamortis, then follows up with a punch to the head. Rigamortis lands the Slam Dunk on Saint! Rigamortis drags Saint to the floor; covers him for the pin. The ref begins to count.

1........ 2....... Saint escapes.

Saint punches Rigamortis in the head, following up with a tackle, taking Rigamortis down and pummeling his head. Saint knees Rigamortis and rolls back to his feet, followed by dropping a closed fist into Rigamortis's face. Both men get back to their feet. Rigamortis body slams his opponent, then tries for a leg drop, but Saint rolls away and gets quickly back to his feet. Saint tries for a clothesline on Rigamortis, connects, but inertia sends them both over the top rope and onto the floor. Both wrestlers scramble to their feet. Saint short-arm clotheslines Rigamortis to the floor; Rigamortis stands up, kicking Mike in the back of the leg.

Sully: "This match is good; those two are really going at it!"

Rigamortis side slams Saint; climbing right back to his feet, and stomping Saint's head. Saint stands up; driving a forearm into the head of Rigamortis, followed by a tackle. Saint climbs to his feet, and kicks Rigamortis on the floor.

Rigamortis gets up and tosses Saint out of the ring, following and slamming Saint into the metal guardrail. The ref starts to count out both wrestlers.

1..... 2....... 3....... 4....... The wrestlers fight up onto the ramp; back and forth. Saint lands a piledriver on Rigamortis. Rigamortis gets up and grabs Saint by the back of the neck, slamming his face into the guardrail...... 5....... 6......... the wrestlers return to the ring.

Saint tries for an irish whip into the turnbuckle, but Rigamortis avoids it, instead slamming Saint into the turnbuckle and following up with several punches to Saint's face. Rigamortis yanks Saint out of the corner and Jack-knife power bombs him in the corner as Saint’s head hits all three turnbuckles!

JP: It’s the Catacomb!

Rigamortis covers Saint for the pin; the ref counts. 1........ 2....... 3.....

Frazier: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall, Rigamortis!!"

Sully: "What a hell of a match! Both wrestlers fought with everything they've got."

JP: "Yeah, that one was great. Now, on to the next match of the evening. We’ve got newcomer Trenton Pierce who made his debut last week against Brett Cordova, pulling out a solid victory. He’ll now be facing Kronik member, Sozzey!”

[The scene opens back at ringside with Tim and JP.]

Tim Sullivan - Ok, right now, we have NLR Interviewer Jason Collins is there, and he is going to get an interview with, well - whoever is in the car.

[The scene changes to backstage, where Jason Collins is next to the Limo.]

Jason Collins - Thank you, Tim. We are here in the back. And, something is driving us to find out who is inside the limo. You know, its not everyday that a limo just sits there. No one comes out, no one goes in. And, the windows are tinted completely black. There is obviously something to hide, such as the identity of whomever is inside. So, without further adieu, I'm going to knock on the door and see if I can get an interview with that person, or persons.

[He walks over and knocks on the door. There is no answer.]

JP - Yah, I wouldn't answer my door either.

Tim Sullivan - Now, stop. This is big.

JP - You don't even know who it is.

[He knocks again.]

Jason Collins - Now, there's got to be someone in here. I mean, what is a limo without a passenger.

[Just then, the driver's door open and he walks to the back where Collins stands.]

Driver - Don't knock on the door. There is nothing to see here.

Jason Collins - What do you mean? I just want an interview.

Driver - My client has asked me to shoo you away from the car. You're banging is an annoyance and he is trying to work.

Jason Collins - Work? What could he be doing inside of the limo? Who is he? Seriously, I speak for NLR when I say, I want to know who is in the car.

Driver - Well, I speak for my client when I say,

[He gets right into Collins' face.]

Driver - Get away from the car!

[Collins moves away and the camera backs up as well.]

Driver - Thank you for your compliance.

[The driver walks back to his door and re-enters into the car.]

Jason Collins - Well, I'm Jason Collins, and I have just been pwned. Sorry guys, I did the best I could.

[The scene changes back to ringside.]

Tim Sullivan - Now, who could be in the car? It's going to drive me completely mad.

JP - You know what drives me completely mad?

Tim Sullivan - What's that?

JP - That we're sitting here having a conversation about who is sitting in a car. I mean, you want to play M.A.S.H., too? This is a high school game. Can we pay more attention to some in-ring action, instead of giving air time to a limo?

Tim Sullivan - It's not just a limo. It's about who is inside the limo. Do you know?







JP - *shakes head* Let's go to another match.

Frazier: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is part of the Legacy Title Tournament. Introducing first, from Woodland, New York, Trenton Pierce!

"Now is the time for me to rise to my feet Wipe the spit from my face, wipe these tears from my eyes.."

These four lines whip the crowd into a frenzy.. Most eagerly waiting for the man known as Trent Pierce to walk onto the stage and then to the ring.. As the song hits full force, Trent Pierce walks onto the stage and looks over the crowd.. He stands looking satisfied for several seconds before descending to the ring.. As he gets to the ring he slides under the rope and taunts the crowd before running the ropes and getting set for the match…

He waits there patiently for Sozzey.

Frazier: And his opponent, one half of the NLR Dual Champions, Sozzey!

Kronik’s music begins to play…but no one appears from behind the curtain…a loud groan can be heard through the crowd as suddenly, Sozzey’s music cuts out. Suddenly, “Sons of Plunder” by Disturbed plays over the arena and NLR owner and president, J. McGuire steps out from behind the curtain with a mic in hand. She gives the audience and Trenton a sad smile and raises the mic to her lips.

McGuire: Trenton…I’m sorry to announce that Sozzey has left the NLR…

In the ring, Trenton looks at his boss with a look of disbelief. The crowd utters a gasp of shock.

McGuire: I received the news just minutes ago. So…you win by default, my dear. I’m sorry to say…but we will make it up to you next week, darlin…don’t you worry!

[The shot shows Jason Collins, once again in the backstage.]

Jason Collins - Ok. I'm tired of seeing this red limo back here, and no one knowing anything about it at all. I've gone around, talked to people, and they are confused as all of us, and that's just not right. We're going to go back to the limo and find out who is in the back.

[Collins starts walking as the camera follows. He gets to the car and immediately knocks on the door. The driver once again jumps out and goes up to him.]

Driver - Now, I will not tell you again.

Jason Collins - Hey, I have a job to do, and that is to provide information to the fans and the roster and the staff of NLR.

Driver - If you know what is good for you, you will take your camera and go back and interview whoever is your champion.

Jason Collins - Hah! We don't have a champion. Instead, we have a red limo back here and I will not leave until I get the information I want.

[Just then the window rolls down slightly. Inside, all the camera can see is black.]

Driver - What do you want me to do boss.

Voice - I'll talk to him. What's your name, kid?

Jason Collins - My name is Jason Collins, and I am the lead interviewer of NLR. If you don't mind, I have a few questions for you. First one is, who are you?

Voice - Frankly, I don't feel it necessary to answer any of your questions. You're out of line, son. This is not part of your job. You're job is to follow what the boss tells you to do, and you and a bunch of the other guys in the back have been running without a leader for too long.

Jason Collins - That's not true. We have Joyce McGuire as our owner now, and my job is to interview.

Voice - Very well. However, my job is not to answer your questions. What I can do for you, though, is give you an opportunity to save your job. Get me Tim Sullivan.

Jason Collins - What?

Voice - Get me Tim Sullivan. I didn't stutter. I want Tim Sullivan in the exact place you are standing in 5 minutes.

Jason Collins - I want answers. My job is to be the interviewer.

Voice - No. Getting Tim Sullivan is your job now. Get him now.

[The driver walks up to Jason, which forces him to back up.]

Jason Collins - Ok, I can do that. But I want an interview when I get back.

Voice - Done.







Jackie Frazier: This next match is for one fall and it a second round match in the Legacy Championship Tournament.

"Solsbury Hill" by Peter Gabriel begins to play on the loud speaker.

Jackie Frazier: Coming to the ring first. He is the current Next Level Revolution Four Towers champion. Hailing from Columbus Ohio. Here is David "BONES" McCooooyyyyy!!!!!!!!!

Bones McCoy comes walking down the isle with various cheers coming from the crowd. Bones takes the 4-Towers title from around his waist and walking over to the corner to await his opponent.

Jackie Frazier: And his opponent.

"Cancion del Mariachi" begins to play over the PA system.

Jackie Frazier: He is the former NLR Legacy champion. He hails from Tijuana, Mexico. Here is "El Mexicano Cordena"...Leeeaaaannndroooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Mexican Convict comes out to a huge pop from the crowd. The big man makes his way down the isle as his imposing figure casts a shadow down on the isle along his path. He gets down to the ring and stares down Bones McCoy, who is standing in the ring. Bones motions for him to bring it as the big man adjusts his shoulder pads.

Tim: This should be one hell of a match as you have the current Four Tower champion versus a man who seemed upstopable as the Legacy champion. That is, until he was dethroned by Claudio Turbine.

John: I know, Leandro hasn't been the same since then. That's just how much of an impact Turbine has made since his NLR debut. And not to take anything away from Leandro, but you have to wonder if it's a good idea for Bones McCoy to be taunting Leandro like that before the match.

Tim: Well Bones is a master of head games, so this might be a tactic to get Leandro mad enough to make a mistake.

McCoy taunts Leandro even further and even holds the ropes open for him. A look of rage comes over the convict’s face as he reaches up and grabs the ropes. Bones McCoy backs up as the seven foot monster pulls himself up onto the ring apron and then steps over the top rope. Ever the opportunist, Bones comes in and barrels forearms into Leandro's back. Leandro pushes Bones to the mat. Bones gets up and tries it again as Leandro only has one leg over the top rope. Bones barrels more forearms into Leandro to get a jump on the big man. Leandro grabs Bones by his singlet as he is phased just a little.

John: Well it looks like McCoy's plan failed.

Tim: Well don't be so quick to judge John. Leandro looks like he's trying to get his bearings.

Tim is right as Leandro is shaking off the cobwebs of the early attack while trying to get over the ropes. He pushes Bones down. Ever vigilant, Bones rolls up and races into the ropes. Just as Leandro has gotten his other leg over the top rope, Bones chop blocks him. Leandro goes down. Leandro holds his leg as Bones gets up and zeros in on it. Bones grabs the leg and immediately drops an elbow down on it. Bones gets up and drops another elbow down on the knee. Bones gets back up to his feet, holding on to the leg and drops a third elbow drop down on Leandro's knee. Bones then wrenches back on the knee as Leandro grimaces in pain. The ref checks Leandro to see if he gives. Leandro screams no.

John: Tell me it can not be this easy. Leandro can't go out like this.

Tim: Well if Bones keep this onslaught going, it very well could be.

McCoy is relentless as he wrenches back on the knee even further. Leandro reaches out and grabs the ropes and the ref tells McCoy to break the hold. McCoy gets up but refuses to break the hold as he pulls Leandro into the middle of the ring. Bones drops another elbow down on Leandro's knee and wrenches back with the hold again. Bones has it locked in good as he leans back. Leandro is in pain as he leans back to try to alleviate the pain a little. His shoulders are on the mat as the ref counts 1...2...Leandro sits up. Bones pulls back with the hold again as the ref checks Leandro to see if he wants to give up. Leandro leans back to relieve the pressure again. His shoulder are on the mat as the ref counts 1...Leandro sits right up. He seems to be digging for something as he reaches out for Bones and grabs his face. Leandro rakes McCoy's eye as McCoy breaks the hold.

Tim: Well that's one way to get out of a hold like that.

Bones is fazed but will not be denied as he rolls out of the way, but holds onto Leandro's leg. Only being able to half see, Bones goes for a figure four on Leandro. As he wraps the leg, the rakes eye still bothers him and he pauses too long as the big man gets his other leg up and kicks Bones in the face. Bones is fazed but won't let the leg go as Leandro kicks him in the face again. Bones is loopy but still has not leg go as his sheer will and determination kicks in and he is still going for the figure four, slowly but surely. As he grabs Leandro's other leg, Leandro uses his might and pushes Bones back. Bones releases and stumbles back hard into the corner. Bones seems dazed as he leans back in the corner.

John: Well Leandro has McCoy at a vulnerable point right now, but Tim, I don't think that he will be able to capitalize on it.

Tim: Well McCoy took a lot out of Leandro by working on that knee. He's a crafty wrestler who knows that before he can get into his game plan that he has to top down the tall tree called Leandro.

John: Well put Tim. Well put.

Bones is is the corner as Leandro gets to his feet. He's a little wobbly with the one leg but the crowd cheers him on. Leandro hobbles over and hits Bones with a massive side elbow. Leandro backs up and hits Bones with yet another. Bones is rocked back as Leandro backs up and leans him back into the corner. Leandro hits Bones across the chest with a massive chop to the chest. Bones almost doubles over from the pain.

John: Oh my god, did you hear the impact from that chop?

Tim: It was so loud that I think that they heard it in China.

Leandro picks Bones up again and delivers yet another chop to his chest. Bones grimaces as the crowd pops from each chop. Leandro grabs Bones and sends him tothe opposite corner. Leandro gears up, but is still hobbled by the knee that Bones was working on earlier and gingerly runs to the same corner for a splash. Bones turns at the last second and Leandro is met by a solid elbow to the jaw. Leandro staggers back a couple of steps as Bones steps up the second turnbuckle. He comes fying off with a flying cross body. Leandro catches him in midair.

Tim: Uh oh. McCoy looks to be in trouble here.

Leandro turns and drops McCoy face first onto the turnbuckle. McCoy seems dazed a little but snaps back to reality as the big man wraps one of his massive hands around his throat Leandro goes to lift Bones up for a chokeslam, but Bones grabs the ring ropes in the corner and refuses to let go, no matter how much the big man tries to life him. A look of rage comes across Leandro's face as he gets frustrated and just wraps his other hand around McCoy's throat. The ref calls for Leandro to break the hold. Leandro refuses. The ref counts 1...2....3...4...5, but Leandro won't break the hold. The ref tries to get in and break the hold as you can see the life being choked out of McCoy. McCoy begins to go down as he is now on his knees. The ref is looking Leandro in the face and telling him if he doesn't break the hold immediately, then he is goign to disqualify him. A desperate McCoy takes advantage of the ref being distracted and delivers a low blow to Leandro that makes the big man break the hold.

John: The great equalizer.

Tim: I don't see anything great about it, but it did make Leandro break that death grip that he had on Bones.

Leandro is doubled over as the ref wonders what just happened. He questions Bones, as Bones gets up, trying to regain his breath. Bones ignores the ref as he takes Leandro and shoves him into the corner. Bones then starts delivering punch after punch into the face of the big man. The ref warns Bones as Leandro is dazed. Bones takes the big man's leg and drapes it over the top rope. Bones the wrenches back on the leg, using the rope for extra leverage to do further damage to Leandro's leg. The ref tells Bones to break it as he seems in a rage with how intensely he is wrenching on the leg. The ref counts 1...2....3...4.. Bones break the hold. Bones grabs Leandro's leg and does the same thing again as he wrenched back. The ref counts 1....2....3....4.... Bones break the hold again before the counts.

John: McCoy seems to really be going after that leg.

Tim: Well if he can immobilize Leandro, then he will take away the more than a foot of height difference and take away many of the power moves that are in Leandro's arsenal. It's a pretty smart move if you ask me.

The ref reads Bones the riot act, but he ignore him as he turns and hits Leandro with a huge right that leaves the big man shaky. Bones then steps between the ropes and out to the ring apron as he grabs Leandro's leg and then jumps to the floor, pulling Leandro's leg down. The impact is so hard that Leandro's leg snaps back over the top rope and the big man lays on the mat, screaming in pain. Bones doesn't miss a step as he reaches into the ring from outside and grabs the injured leg of Leandro. He pulls Leandro over to the corner and positions the knee evenly against the ring post. McCoy rears back with the leg.

John: Oh no. Tell me he's not going to do what I think he's going to do.

Tim: Yup, he's going to do it.

Bones slams Leandro's knee into the ring post. Leandro is in pain as he scoots back from the corner to prevent Bones from repeating the move. Leandro is grimacing as he backs away from the corner. Bones slides into the ring and is like a junkyard dog the way that he attacks Leandro's leg. Bones begins to stomp the bum leg over and over again as Leandro struggles to protects it. The smaller McCoy is in complete control as he pounces on Leandro and delivers rights to the face of the big man, leaving him laid out.

John: Tim, I hate to say it, but I thought I'd never see the day when Bones McCoy would be dominating Leandro.

Tim: Well you can't count Leandro down and out, but he surely does look in trouble. Especially seeing as how you really can't tell how much damage was done to that knee.

John: So true Tim. So true.

Back in the ring, Bones, is up and has an intense look on his face as he picks up the big man. Leandro is barely able to stand on the knee as Bones backs him in to the ropes. Bones tosses Leandro to the other side, but hold on and jerks Leandro back into his direction and delivers a short drop kick to Leandro's knee. Leandro crumbles to the mat in extreme pain, holding his knee as McCoy moves around and grabs his knee. McCoy has Leandro's leg and is going for a half crab as Leandro fights it by scooting back. Bones puts an end to his movement with a kick to the back of Leandro's knee. Leandro is stunned by the pain as McCoy gets him into position and turns him over.

Tim: This could be it John. Leandro won't be able to outlast this submission move.

John: I think you might be right. Only goes to show you that it's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.

In the ring, Bones has the half crab cinched in as Leandro lays on the mat. He screams in pain as Bones is leaning back as far as he can. The ref checks Leandro to see if he wants to give up. Leandro shakes his head no and Bones cups the knee cap to add more pressure to the hold. Leandro yells out in pain as the ref asks the big man if he gives. Leandro shakes his head no as the crowd gets behind Leandro. Leandro feeds off of their energy and he starts to crawl towards the ropes. His determination is so intense that McCoy can barely hold on to the half crab and decides to counter Leandro's drive by turning the hold into an STF.

John: I was sure that Leandro was going to be able to get out of this, but it seems like it's all a matter of time now.

McCoy pulls back on the hold to add more pressure as Leandro screams out in intense pain. McCoy yells for the ref to ask Leandro if he submits. Leandro says no. McCoy yanks back on the hold even more and tells the ref to ask Leandro again. The ref questions the big man but he still says he won't give up as the crowd gets behind him. The start to chant Leandro's name over and over again as the beg man digs deep and gets the drive to push himself up. Leandro begins to crawl towards the ropes in a push up position, with McCoy still having the hold on. McCoy can't cinch back to stop Leandro as the big man is almost to the ropes. Leandro's fingers are almost there as McCoy can't hold Leandro back any longer. McCoy releases the hold and then hammers down elbows into the big man's back.

John: Leandro was so close. Close enough to where he could taste it.

Tim: Well it looks like he just tasted some hard justice from McCoy. But let's see if McCoy can follow up on it.

Bones is furious as he picks up Leandro and backs him up against the ropes. After a couple of stiff knees to the gut, McCoy attempts to send the big man to the other side. LEandro reverses and sends McCoy into the ropes instead. On the rebound, Leandro catches Bones and swings him as if he is going for a sidewalk slam, but slams McCoy down on his knee instead. Both men are down as Bones is stunned and Leandro is down from the impact to his knee. The ref counts 1......2.......3.......4.......5........6.......7.....8......Bones begins to stir....9.....Leandro is stirring as Bones gets to his hands and knees and Leandro gets to the ropes and uses them to get to his feet.

John: For a minute there, I thought we might have a both men counted down.

Leandro is to his feet but is using the ropes for balance as McCoy is up and comes at Leandro with an attack. McCoy throws a punch at Leandro, but it's blocked and Leandro hits him with a huge punch. McCoy reels but goes for another punch as Leandro blocks that and delivers another huge right to McCoy's face. McCoy staggers as Leandro hits him with right after right after right. Leandro then winds up and hits McCoy with a right so big that he goes down to the mat hard. Leandro can feel the momentum swinging as he moves in with a noticeable limp. Leandro picks up McCoy and puts his hand around McCoy’s throat. He has a death grip in place with one hand as the ref tries to get him to break it. Leandro plays to the crowd as he lifts McCoy up in the air. McCoy kicks wildly and accidentally kicks the ref in the face. The momentum works as Leandro's knee can't take the added movement and buckles. On the way down, Leandro catches Leandro with a massive DDT. Leandro is down as McCoy covers him.

John: Well it looks like McCoy may get the win here.

Tim: Well yeah, except for one problem. The ref got kicked in the face and is down!

John: Oh no. Wait, somebody is coming down the isle, I think it's another ref.

McCoy is wondering why nobody is counting but kept Leandro covered as somebody slides into the ring and begins to count. 1.....2.....3! McCoy wins! He gets to his feet but wait, the person who counted isn't a ref. It's Jesus Jones! McCoy turns towards the ref only to be met by a kick to the gut. Jones then underhooks him and delivers the Jackasser! McCoy is down as Jones pulls Leandro onto McCoy and then slide out of the ring. Leandro is covering McCoy but there is still no ref to count. Jones is goes around and shakes the ref to bring him around and points to Leandro covering McCoy. The ref crawls over as ones makes his way to the back and then counts One...Two....Thr....No McCoy kicks out!

John: it looks like Jesus's plan was thwarted!

Tim: yeah, he underestimated Leandro.

Jones is furious and can't believe it as Leandro comes around and sees McCoy laying there. He picks up McCoy. Leandro still is shaking off cobwebs as he puts McCoy between his legs. Leandro lifts McCoy up for a powerbomb when McCoy suddenly flips through and lands on is feet. Leandro turns and is met by a kick to the knee. McCoy then executes the Warp Driver! Leandro is down as Bones hooks the leg and covers. The ref counts 1.....2......3! McCoy wins! Jesus is livid momentarily as Bones looks towards the wrestler who tried to make him lose. Jesus then cracks a smile as McCoy rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the isle after Jones. Jones' smile turns to a look of fear as he scrambles to the back. McCoy gives chase, holding his head.







The Pepsi Arena explodes as 'Helter Skelter' by The Beatles hits the PA system!]

Frazier: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is for the Excess Championship.. The winner also advances in the Legacy Title tournament! Introducing first, From Detroit, Michigan.. The Champion.. The Grudge!

[The Grudge finally appears at the top of the ramp, holding his hands high to the fans, who cheer back.. He struts down the ramp, title on his shoulder, before rolling into the ring.. The ref relieves him of the belt and begins checking him for weapons as 'Falling Away from Me' by Korn hits the PA..]

Frazier: And the challenger.. From the Shadows.. Ragonus!

[Ragonus appears on the top of the ramp, stopping.. Peering around for a second, he spots The Grudge in the ring, and narrows his eyes.. He shakes his head, before sprinting down the ramp, and sliding into the ring..]

JP: Talk about your dirty looks!

Sully: Yeah.. Sheesh..

[The bell rings as the two square off and then grapple in the center of the ring.. Ragonus gains early advantage, and pushes the Grudge into the corner.. He draws back for a chop, but Grudge ducks under..]

JP: The Grudge is more experienced than Ragonus, he knows the ring like the back of his hand!

Sully: Well you never know how well Grudge knows about anything..

[Grudge now has Rags in the corner, and slaps him across the face playfully.. Ragonus's blood boils and he swings hard, a major clothesline scores to Grudge, sending him onto the back of his neck..]

JP: OUCH!

Sully: Holy shit!

[Ragonus looks down, and frowns before hooking the outside leg.. 1.. 2.. No! He slaps the mat in frustration, as Grudge begins to try and recover, Ragonus clubs down on him.. He drags Grudge to his feet, and then levels him with a hard back chop!]

JP: Here we go again..

Sully: More chops? You think he'd be chopped out after last week!

[Grudge rolls to his feet, and blocks a chop attempt, delivering a boot to the midsection.. He bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a high knee to the side of Ragonus's head, nearly turning him inside out! Grudge then mounts him and begins to unleash punch after punch into the face of Ragonus!]

JP: That knee hurt!

Sully: Grudge may've knocked his opponent right out!

[Grudge gets up after a few seconds, watching as Ragonus crawls twords the ropes.. He stomps on Ragonus's back, keeping him down. He puts his foot on the back of Ragonus, turns to the nearest camera man, and poses, a cheesy grin on his face.. Ragonus finally reaches the ropes..]

JP: Grudge is more than a little cocky!

Sully: Maybe that clothesline knocked a few of his screws loose!

JP: If there were any left..

[Ragonus drags himself up, but Grudge is ready, and Ragonus turns right into the waiting hands of Grudge who drops him with the Baldo Bomb! The arena goes "OH!" all at once, as Grudge rolls to his feet again, spitting on the lifeless carcass of Ragonus, before pulling him to his feet..]

JP: Ragonus is still recovering from that knee!

Sully: Sheesh.. Grudge thinks he's got this one won already!

[Grudge goes for a scoop slam, but Ragonus slides backwards off his shoulder.. Grudge spins and Ragonus lays back chops into his chest.. 1.. 2.. 3.. Grudge is getting backed into the corner again.. But he ducks, and spears Ragonus into the mat.. He sits on the mat afterwards for a second, holding his chest..]

JP: Those back chops HAVE to hurt..

Sully: I can't fathom what that has to feel like!

[Grudge drags Ragonus up, and delivers forearm shots to his face, bringing him near the ropes.. He then drags back and goes for a clothesline, but Ragonus's self preservation instinct kicks in, and he ducks, before ducking down..]

JP: What's Ragonus doing?

Sully: Perhaps he's got cramps?

[He back tosses Grudge over the top rope! Grudge spills to the outside with a thickening thud, and Ragonus drops to his knees, before going to face down on the mat..]

JP: Holy shit!

Sully: Grudge landed hard! But Ragonus doesn't have anything left over to follow up!

[Grudge holds his head, having no clue what just happened.. Ragonus has pulled himself up, and runs across the ring.. Bouncing off the ropes.. and he comes back out with a suicide dive right into Grudge who had just gotten up! The impact sends Grudge down hard, and Ragonus hits the padded concrete and rolls!]

JP: Simply amazing!

Sully: How'd he muster enough for that?

JP: Grudge in a world of trouble..

[The ref looks anxiously to the outside, seeing neither Rags nor Grudge moving.. Finally after a few seconds Ragonus stumbles up, wheeling around, disoriented.. Grudge has reached the barrier and begins to pull himself up..]

JP: Ragonus may've hurt himself doing that!

Sully: These guys just don't care about what happens to them!

[Ragonus spins, finally stabilized, right into the foot of Grudge! He goes down to his knees, and Grudge grins.. He gets up on the apron, and as Ragonus gets up, dives off with a double axe handle! He throws the limp Ragonus in the ring..]

JP: Grudge in control! Finish him off, Grudgey!

[Grudge goes to whip Ragonus but Ragonus somehow hits the brakes, and whips Grudge the other direction.. He goes down, looking for another back toss, but Grudge sees it coming and halts and delivers a toe kick to Ragonus's face! Ragonus stumbles about, as Grudge drops him with a swinging neckbreaker!]

JP: Grudge is merciless!

Sully: One of these men are going to be seriously hurt by the end of this match!

JP: If not both!

[Ragonus writhes on the mat, over by the ropes.. Grudge walks over, picks him up like he's going for a suplex.. and then drops him onto the top rope! The crowd winces as Rags hits the top rope ribs first, and flips onto his back.. Grudge wastes no time, and hooks the leg.. 1.. 2.. No!]

JP: No way!

Sully: Somehow he had enough to kick out!

[Grudge glares at the ref, before dragging Ragonus over to the corner.. He sets him on the top rope, grinning maliciously..]

JP: I don't trust Grudge! Especially when he's grinning like that!

Sully: We've seen that look before!

[He looks to go a superplex.. perhaps a top rope DDT or brainbuster, but Ragonus blocks, and tosses Grudge to the mat! Grudge lies motionlessly on the mat, and Ragonus looks around.. The crowd cheers him on..]

JP: We could have a 2-Time Excess Champion here!

Sully: Don't predict title changes in the NLR!

[Ragonus leaps off the top rope, landing one of his knees on the forehead of Grudge! Ragonus rolls around, obviously in pain after having hit his other knee on the mat, and Grudge writhes for a second, before possibly blacking out!]

JP: If Ragonus could hook the leg, he'd have the title!

Sully: But he can't even stand!

JP: Both men are down and out!

['Grudge!' chants have started up, as he rolls around, searching for the bottom rope for help.. Ragonus has dragged himself to his feet thanks to the top rope, but stands wobbly, putting his weight on his one good knee..]

JP: Ragonus and Grudge are very weak!

Sully: This could be the turning point in this match up!

JP: It's been very even so far, but one of these men could find an advantage, right here!

[Grudge has pulled himself to his feet, and wheels around, just as Ragonus launches forward, using his good leg to nail a superkick right on the chin of Grudge! Sweat flies everywhere, but Ragonus doesn't stay standing either as his knee buckles and he goes down like a sack of potatoes!]

JP: WHAT A KICK!

Sully: Ragonus really put himself out there, let's see if he can follow up!

[Ragonus crawls, draping his arms over the body of Grudge.. 1.. 2... 3! No! Grudge got his foot on the bottom rope! Ragonus can't believe it! The arena has gone absolutely nuts!]

JP: No way!

Sully: Grudge managed to stay alive somehow!

[Ragonus begins arguing with the ref, stating that it was a 3 count.. But the ref stands his ground! As the argument goes on, Grudge is pulling himself weakly to his feet, propping himself up against the ropes..]

JP: Ragonus better turn around!

Sully: Look out, Rags!

JP: Poetic Justice!

Sully: Hah! Grudge just outdid Ragonus!

[1.. 2... Ragonus gets his hand on the bottom rope! Grudge swears loudly, audible for the fans at ringside to hear it. He looks around..]

JP: So neither one of these men can get enough momentum to put each other away!

Sully: These two men are the very reason why NLR is so popular! You can never predict what's going to happen.

[Ragonus is slowly getting up, but looks like the walking dead, and Grudge kicks him in the midsection, dragging him towards the center of the ring.. He hooks both arms, shouting, before driving Ragonus face first into the mat with The Grudge Ender! Ragonus twitches for a few seconds, before lying perfectly still..]

JP: That's gotta be it!

Sully: Something had to give!

[Grudge wipes his forehead with his arm, before hooking the leg.. 1.. 2.. No way in hell! Ragonus kicks out! Grudge stares in disbelief, before deciding to climb up to the top.. He's tired though, so it takes a while, and by the time he's ready to jump, Ragonus is up, and clubs him down with a forearm shot.. Ragonus stands up on the second rope, lifting him up, looking for the super brainbuster.. but he can't hold on and it just turns into a sloppy superplex.. Unfortunately, Grudge hits hard, and holds his neck, rolling around on the mat.. Ragonus crawls over.. 1.. 2.. 3!]







We see Ragonus walking through the hallway with Rachel each one carrying one of the Dual Wielding Championship belts. After a moment Jason Collins sees them and runs up to the couple.

JC: Excuse me. Ragonus. May I have a moment?

Ragonus: As long as you ask the right questions.

JC: Okay. Do you have any doubt about this long awaited rematch with Grudge for the Excess Title? I mean you two about destroyed each other last time.

Ragonus: Grudge did me a favor at Gladiator. He reminded me what I first came to this business to do.

JC: What is that?

Ragonus: Kill Careers.

JC: I see. Well it seems you found that out right when you destroyed Sozzey last week. You even got some of his partner Mak.

Ragonus: Yes. And where are they now?

JC: Nowhere. Gone.

Rachel: Yep. So we took these as a prize.

Rachel holds up the belts and Jason Collins looks at her a bit confused.

JC: Wait....Are you claiming yourselves the new Dual Wielding Champions?

Ragonus: Why not?

JC: Um. YOu didn't win the titles?

Rachel giggles a bit as Ragonus starts to look at Jason with rising anger in his eyes.

Rachel: Jason who held the belts before?

JC: Kronik.

Rachel: Who beat down Kronik so badly that they are no longer in NLR?

JC: Ragonus of course. We were just talking about that.

Rachel: So clearly Rags-chan has a claim to the belts. Don't worry though. There won't be any controversy. Next week these belts and the Excess Championship will be taken care of like only he can.

JC: What does that mean?

Ragonus: As I said I am going to do Grudge a favor. I am going to show him what has been unleashed on NLR.

With that Ragonus leaves Rachel a step behind as Jason Collins looks at them a bit relieved he didn't get hurt.







We return from commercial to find Claudio Turbine standing in the squared circle surrounded by a bunch a ladders with the referee at his side. He looks around anxiously, waiting for J. McGuire to come out and announce his opponent. “Sons of Plunder” by Disturbed hit’s the speakers and the owner of the NLR appears. She raises a black microphone to her lips with a sick grin on her face.

McGuire: Now that the poor dear has had time to recover…Claudio…your mystery opponent is…SINNOCENCE!

The crowd cheers at the mention of the first lady of NLR and she runs down the apron as “Twisted Transistor” by Korn plays over the PA. Turbine smirks and readies himself for her assault, but as she goes to jump into the ring, Sinn stops suddenly and pulls a kali stick from under the ring.

JP: She’s got a weapon!! McGuire, stop her!

The owner of NLR does nothing as she watches the match with a grin on her face. The former Legacy champ gets into a defensive stance and readies himself for her attack. Sinn jumps into the ring, the ref sees the kali stick and jumps over to the ropes to prevent her from entering the ring, but he gets wacked solidly with the weapon and falls to the mat. With the grace of a cat, the stripper jumps over the top rope and pounces on Claudio. He quickly jumps to the side and goes to grab the kali stick from the crazed stripper.

Sully: What the hell is wrong with Sinn? She’s knocked out the ref and now she’s gunning for Claudio!

JP: Why doesn’t the president do something?!

Sully: Because she’s too busy enjoying the show, it seems!

Turbine successfully gets the stick away from Sinn and grabs her, throwing the small woman out of the ring. She lands hard on the steel steps, cutting a nice gash on the back of her head. Jada gets to her feet after a few seconds, wobbly as best. She growls at the still smirking Claudio in the ring and jumps up onto the apron, pushing all of the ladders down onto him in a domino effect. He tries to get out of the way, but to no avail, becomes stuck in a couple of the ladders.

McGuire shakes her head and exits the ring area. Sinn follows soon after her, leaving a confused Turbine in the middle of the ring with an unconscious referee.

JP: What the hell is this?

Sully: I haven’t a clue…but it looks like Sinn’s heading backstage for some more blood.

We come back from commercial to find Sinn walking quickly through the backstage area...a long circular stick in her hand. A kali stick. Blood runs freely down her face from an open wound on her head as she looks for her next enemy. So many men in this federation...so little time. It was bad enough when Rags decided he was going to put her out of her misery...so now, she decided to get them before they could get her. Even if her next target was the most friendly and devoted man on the roster...her ex-husband, David McCoy. She spots him walking quietly towards his locker room that he now shares with Helena...the mother of his child.

She grins wickedly and hides the stick from his sight, changing her expression to one of pain, "David..."

McCoy looks up, and frowns. "My Lord, Jada....what happened? Come in...Come on...let me get you something for that. Do you need the medical guy over here?" His concern in obvious, even as the crowd tries to let him in on what she is obviously planning.

She keeps the stick behind her back and staggers toward him, an evil glint hidden deep in her green eyes. Sinn looks up at her ex-husband and manages to choke out a few pained words, "Claudio....McGuire had me be his mystery opponent...the bastard came after me with a steel pipe..."

"Dammit....come on in."

 

He leads her into his dressing room, and sits her down, reaching behind him for a towel. "Here....daggone it, that guy is asking for it. What's the matter now? This McGuire woman put you in a match with Turbine? And he jumped you for that? I wonder why..."

 

He turns to look for a bottle of water, which he grabs and hands her.

"Fucking bitch...both of them." She takes the water with her free hand and downs a healthy portion of the bottle . "David...I think I'm going to..."

 

The raven-haired beauty collapses to her knees, dropping the stick behind her. There was a better way to take down the Brigadier General...

"Going to do what?" He asks with a concerned voice, and he looks at her. "What do you need?"

"Come here...please...I need help to stand." She pleads to him.

He comes to her side and offers her some help, and gently helps her up. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

In a move as quick as a blink, Sinn jumps on McCoy and locks him into the Iron Maiden. She grins wickedly, the blood still running down her face. The General struggles, but the stripper holds him securely, cutting off any chance of escape.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" he cries, but the leglock is too strong, and though he tries to counter, he was totally unprepared, and he gradually starts to fade towards unconsciousness. As he struggles, a look of confusion and betrayal highlights his face. The camera fades from the wickedly grinning face of Sinnocence to the limousine in the garage area.







[The scene opens up at ring side. Tim Sullivan is standing as Jason Collins talks to him.]

JP - Well, somebody is special. Guys, we're on the air.

Tim Sullivan - This is important. It sounds like the person in the limo wants to talk to me. But, why me, Jason?

Jason Collins - I don't know. He wouldn't grant me an interview. Said he wanted to talk to you first.

Tim Sullivan - Well, JP - you take the reigns. I'm going to find out who this guy is.

 

[The scene changes to the limo. Tim Sullivan walks up to it, where the Driver stands.]

Tim Sullivan - What's going on?

Driver - Don't look at me.

[He points to the limo and the window rolls down again slightly.]

Tim Sullivan - You wanted to see me?

Voice - Yes, thank you for your quickness. I have a message for you to take back to the ring for me.

Tim Sullivan - Ok, and who are you?

Voice - Who I am is not important. What is important, however is not crossing my patience. Now, I've sat in the back for the entire show, and one thing that has crossed my patience already is the lack of importance this company has made its most prestige title.

Tim Sullivan - What do you mean?

Voice - This whole tournament is boring me. Now, I'm an outsider. So, I don't know everyone on this roster, but I wrote down a few names. Its pretty apparent who the rising stars are in NLR. And, that's why, next week, I want to see Spawn, Saint/Mortis, Trenton Peirce and Rags all in a 4-way elimination match. The winner will be crowned the first Legacy Champion in 2006, the year of a new era.

Tim Sullivan - What about Bones McCoy. Don't you think he has earned his shot at the title as well?

Voice - Bones has a lot of potential. He's got a definite future here. However, he already holds a title here, and as far as I'm concerned, what we need to do is focus on building, not putting all of our gold on one or two people. That's what builds ego-driven men. And, looking at who held the Legacy title last, an ego-driven man is the last thing we need here. So, Bones is out. I see greater things with it being a 4 way, anyways.

Tim Sullivan - Well, it sounds like a great idea, but - why are you telling me?

Voice - Because you have a direct connection to the people. And the people whom have stood by this company, even when its ownership stepped down, its biggest mouths walked out, and the actual show content became unwatchable, those people are who we should be focused on. Its about pushing the product, not the egos in the back. And, I want you to tell the people that this year is about them.

Tim Sullivan - Ok. That's all great and stuff, but - again, me telling them this does nothing, if they do not know who you are?

Voice - Oh, but it will mean something. It will mean someone in the back actually gives a damn about the future of this company. It will mean that, instead of boring tournaments, we're going to start to put a little more effort into our product. Furthermore, it will mean that there are going to be a lot of changes starting next week. At that point, you will find out who I am. But for now, just know that if you don't follow through, you'll be fired by the end of the night.

Tim Sullivan - Fired?

Voice - Fired. *clears throat* So, I hope to see you next week.

Tim Sullivan - Totally understand. You'll definitely see me next week.

[The window raises as Sullivan walks back to ringside.]

JP - Woah, what a huge main event for next week. But, who was in the car? All this talk, and now this, now I'm interested. Now I want to know who it is. I mean, it has to be someone with power, could it be Douglas or Ed Johnson making a return? Those guys had power, real strength. Or, is it another outsider? Maybe its Tralfaz or Joey Falcone. God, I hope they didn't sign those two guys, cause all they do is drive feds into the ground.

[Tim Sullivan gets to the stage with a mic.]

JP - Let's here what ol' Tim has to say.

Tim Sullivan - Everyone, we have reached the end of the show, normally, we'd wish you all a good night. However, tonight is a little different. I know my time is short, but I just got a very important message backstage. In that message, I was told that this year, 2006, will be the year of you, the fans.

[Cheers.]

Tim Sullivan - Not only that, but we are starting the new year off right, next week on Hysteria. The Legacy Tournament will end next week as Spawn, Saint/Mortis, Trenton Pierce and Rags will all compete in a 4-way elimination match to crown the new Legacy Champion.

[Cheers.]

Tim Sullivan - And that next week, the person who sent me with this message, the person who has been in the Limo all night, backstage, will reveal himself, and it sounds like he has a lot of power here in NLR. Please, join us next week on Hysteria. Not only will we crown a new Legacy Champion, but we will announce a new leader for 2006. Thank you, and good night.

JP - Yes, thank you and stay tuned for your local nightly news.

Jason Collins - Wait a second, I was supposed to get my interview.

[The camera cuts back to Jason who is next to the limo.]

Jason Collins - I was promised an interview and I plan on getting this before this limo leaves.

[He knocks on the door. Just then, the door opens, but before the camera can get a view of the person inside, NLR Owner J. McGuire stands next to the door.]

J McGuire - Thank you, Jason for opening my door. I will remember that when we review your performance. But, if you don't mind, I have some business I have to take care of.

[She gets into the limo and closes the door.]

Jason Collins - What? Did you get a shot of who was inside?

Camera Guy - No, I couldn't she got in the way.

Jason Collins - No!

[The scene ends as the limo pulls away. Hysteria fades to black.]

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