[Coming back from commercial, the familiar sound of Faith No More's "Midlife Crisis" rings through the arena. The crowd instantly gets into a chorus of boos, before the host of Solitary Confinement even appears.. After a few seconds, Steven Douglas makes his way out onto the ramp, ignoring the jeers nearby. "The Enervator" slowly walks down the ramp, decked out in black pants, black boots and a leather jacket. His mouth looks strange with his usual cigarette absent..]
JP: You know what time it is, don't you, Sully?
Sully: It's time for Solitary Confinement, baby!
JP: I wonder who Douglas has got on tonight..
[Steven Douglas climbs up the steps, and through the ropes. He stares around the stands, with an interested expression, rubbing his unshaven chin, as his music begins to fade. Douglas hears an inaudible chant start up, but gives the fans no chance for more jeers. Quickly bringing a mic up to his face, he speaks in his rough voice]
Steven Douglas: Shut your mouths, Utah.. No ones gives a damn about what you think.
[The crowd erupt in a colossal wave of boos, as Douglas gives the slightest of grins, knowing all too well he has just "gotten over" with the hometown crowd. They hate him, and he wouldn't have it any other way..]
Steven Douglas: Are you done yet? Because Solitary Confinement is just about to begin, and tonight, it's gonna be huge. That's right, my guest this week, is a man who you all know very well.. A man who I've had the pleasure of inflicting pain upon in the past.. A man who probably has the loudest mouth in the entire Next Level Revolution!
[The crowd liven up, as we hear a distant chant for Kyle Bauer start up.. It catches around to most of the Salt Lake City fans, but Steven Douglas just laughs a rough laugh and speaks with a smile]
Steven Douglas: You really think I'd allow that kid on Solitary Confinement? Guess again, assholes!
[The crowd get loud with boos, but are suddenly exploding with cheers as "Cancion Del Mariachi" hits the speakers! The atmosphere becomes one of intensity, as the Spanish guitars play over the PA, exciting the Utah fans.. The common chant of "LEANDRO! LEANDRO!" starts up, as Steven Douglas rests back against the far ropes and watches the ramp. In a matter of seconds, everyones favourite manager, Jimmy Pez, steps out on the ramp with a wide smile. The little sleazeball makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with the ringside fans, and constantly yapping that mouth of his. Douglas shakes his head, as Jimmy poses with a ringside fan, letting them take a photo of Uncle Jimmy. The crowd continue to cheer Pez, as he climbs between the first and second ropes, and keeps that weasel grin on his face. His music fades out, and Steven Douglas is quick to speak up]
Steven Douglas: That's quite an entrance, for a slimey, little bastard like you! Tell me, what are you so damn excited about?
[The crowd jeer Douglas, as Jimmy looks up into the tough face of The Enervator. He holds his own mic up high, speaking in his usual whiny tone..]
Jimmy Pez: Well, my friend, your Uncle Jimmy is just pumped up to be back in Salt Lake City, Utah!!
[Cheap hometown pop.. We all saw it coming. The fans cheer nonetheless. Douglas doesn't seem impressed]
Steven Douglas: Theres nothing special about this shit hole, Jimmy. So lets get onto business.. I got a question about your client's actions last week. The Mexican Convict came out here and almost split Exodus' head in half last week--
Jimmy Pez: Damn skippy, he did! And I guess you wanna know why, huh?
[Douglas gives Jimmy Pez an irritated look, staring down into the eyes of Uncle Jimmy. He speaks in a rough, but calm voice..]
Steven Douglas: Don't ever interrupt me, on my own damn show, you got that? You have to remember you're on Solitary Confinement now.. You follow my damn rules, or else I'm gonna tie you up and make you a human pin-cushion, just like I did back in the MWF! Remember that, Jimmy?
[The crowd boo The Enervator, but he just gives a wicked smile.. Jimmy Pez, for once actually looks lost for words, the energy seemingly drained from him. He stares at Douglas with a hateful expression..]
Steven Douglas: It doesn't take a genius to figure out why your client almost destroyed Exodus' skull last week.. Prove a point, send a message, the same old shit he's been doing for months now. We already knew that, Jimmy.. My real question is this..
[Steven Douglas suddenly turns his expression to one of malice, an evil glint in his eye..]
Steven Douglas: What are you going to do right now? You see, I haven't forgotten what happened a few weeks ago.. The tag-match where your client practically crushed my skull with a viscous chair shot, after forcing The Grudge to submit. Leandro almost broke my neck with that chairshot.. And now, it's time for a little payback, Jimmy!
[Jimmy Pez takes a few steps back, staring up into the face of Douglas with sheer terror! The Enervator cracks his neck to the side, and clenches his fists tightly.. The crowd buzz, as Douglas moves in for the kill.. When suddenly, Jimmy Pez reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small can of pepper spray! He wastes no time in drenching Douglas' eyes with the lethal spray, as The Enervator stumbles backwards, shielding his eyes! The crowd go crazy, as Jimmy Pez lunges forward and kicks Steven Douglas directly in the crown jewels!! The swift nut-shot sends Douglas staight down, his hands moving instantly to his injured package..]
JP: Oh my god!!! Steven Douglas has just been low-blowed by Jimmy Pez!!
Sully: No!! You just don't do that to another man!!
JP: Well, apparently Jimmy Pez does!
[Jimmy looks around the stands, taking in all the laughter and applause, as Douglas remains down and out. He rolls around on the mat, his face scrunched up in an expression of pure agony. Jimmy has no regret for his actions, and even stands over the fallen Douglas, making the sign of wiping his hands.. The fans cheer, as Uncle Jimmy dusts his shoulder off, with that big weasel smile.. When suddenly 'Anarchy' by KMFDM blares over the speakers!]
JP: Uhoh..
Sully: Here comes trouble, JP!
JP: Jimmy Pez needs to get the hell out of there, if he wants to leave Utah with his body still in one piece!
[The crowd get crazy with boos, and Jimmy Pez suddenly turns as white as a ghost. His expression changes to one of pure terror, as he slowly turns around.. Facing the ramp to look upon a man he has no choice but to fear.. The Grudge. The Homicidal Creep walks down the ramp with a sadistic smile creeping upon his face. His blonde dreadlocks flowing back, as he rushes into the ring, sliding under the ropes.. Jimmy Pez holds his hands up begging for mercy, as he steps back towards the far ropes. The Grudge gets to his feet, and narrows his eyes down upon Uncle Jimmy..]
JP: Jimmy Pez needs to be wishing for a miracle right now!
Sully: The question is, will his client answer the call!?
JP: I hope for Pez's health, that he does..
[Jimmy attempts to pepper spray The Grudge, but he slaps the can out of his hand! It flies out of the ring, and Pez's heart drops. He turns to face Grudge once again, pleading for him to back off.. Without much warning, The Grudge lashes out and clobbers Jimmy Pez to the ground! The crowd jeer The Grudge, but he just looks around the stands with a satisfied expression. Jimmy holds his mouth, staying down on the mat. By this time, Douglas gets to his feet and the small manager of The Beast finds himself staring up into the two angry, intimidating faces of both Douglas and Grudge.. Begging for mercy, Pez squints his eyes, preparing for the worst..]
JP: I dont wanna look!
Sully: Ladies and gentlemen, avert your children's eyes.. Jimmy Pez is about to be destroyed!
[Suddenly, "Cancion Del Mariachi" hits for the second time, and the crowd just blows up with applause!! The music rings through the ears of Douglas and Grudge, who instantly turn their attention from Pez and up towards the ramp.. The crowd cheer wildly as the unmistakable, massive structure of Leandro appears atop the stage, his expression as fierce as ever! El Mexicano Condena is decked out in his usual black prison uniform, the sleeves ripped off, exposing his many tattoos on his huge arms, the Legacy Championship hanging from one hand. The Beast's lion mane of hair is wet with sweat, and his eyes are bloodshot and crazed. He towers down the ramp, but Steven Douglas makes other plans.. He rushes out from the ring, and makes a beeline straight at The Beast! The crowd get loud as both Douglas and Leandro trade furious punches halfway up the ramp, and the music gets cut.. The fans rumble, as the Mexican Convict gains the upper hand, viscously pounding into the face of The Enervator..]
JP: These two men relentlessly battling here tonight!
Sully: This is getting out of control!
[They battle up the ramp, both men exchanging blows, until they are up upon the stage. There Leandro finds himself being rammed back into the stage set, his spine painfully shoved into metal. Douglas punches away into the gut of the big man, bringing him down to a knee.. But Leandro suddenly finds an extra burst of fury, and hammers away on the back of Steven Douglas! The Enervator drops down, but is quickly dragged back up by the scruff of his jacket! The crowd gasp at raw Leandro's strength, and quickly explode in cheers as The Beast throws Douglas onto his shoulders and locks in his trademark submission!!]
JP: The Torure Rack!!
Sully: Good God, no!
[Douglas yells out in pain, as Leandro tightens the hold, roughly bending his foes body in half! The Enervator remains locked in, as El Mexicano Condena stares those intense eyes into the ring, catching the glare of The Grudge.. Both men burn holes through eachother with those viscous stares, until Leandro decides Steven Douglas has had enough.. And takes a couple of steps towards the edge of the stage!]
Sully: He's not!
JP: He's going to kill him!!
Sully: He's done it to Mike Miller before, and that almost sent him into early retirement.. He can't do it to Steven Douglas!!
[The Mexican Convict stands at the edge of the stage, and roars out with the effort it takes to flip The Enervator off his shoulders and send him flying to the concrete floor below! The crowd get as loud as ever, as Douglas finds himself being shot off the shoulders of Leandro, spiralling down some twenty feet..And crashing down hard, out of the cameras view.]
JP: Nooo!! No!
Sully: We need help here, damnit! Get some help down here!!
[Grudge looks up from inside the ring in a state of tremendous shock. Leandro looks down upon the broken mess that is Steven Douglas.. Before turning his gaze to the ring. Jimmy Pez has already snuck out and is making his way to his client, by this stage.. The Homicidal Creep stands there, a vacant look in his eyes, as he cant take his stare from The Beast. The crowd buzz as Leandro simply looks right back, with a psychotically calm stare. A look of peacefulness but insanity. A horde of medics rush out, flooding around Leandros mountainous form, hurrying to help the injured Douglas.. But The Beast doesn't even notice them. He doesn't notice the shouting, jumping up and down, body of his small manager before him, holding his Legacy Championship with two hands.. Just as The Grudge doesn't notice the fans nearby cheering on Leandro and jeering him. Neither man takes in their surroundings, as they stare at one another..]
JP: This is intense, Sully! This rivalry has just been taken to the next level.. A level that the NLR has never even seen before!
[Gruge is unable to shake the shock of Steven Douglas just being tossed to almost certain death by Leandro. The Beast slowly backs away from the medics, and security, walking into the shadows keeping those bloodshot eyes on the number one contender. Leandro disappears as the crowd continue to rumble, and Grudge brings a hand up to his face, running it through his blonde dreadlocks.]
JP: I can't believe this, Sully.. I'm almost lost for words.
Sully: These two men are going to take eachother to the depths of hell, and I personally cant wait to see it!
JP: How can you say that? This is a twisted and sickening feud between Leandro and The Grudge! How many more bodies need to be sacrificed, Sully? Answer me that!
Sully: Calm down, JP.. It's time for a quick break, I'll get you a drink!
9 out of 10 fans prefer the NLR to WOC...
And then there's that one know it all, pompous, ass...
But hey, The WOC can keep that guy...
NLR 24/7
