"Ladies and Gentlemen�
[ Gutter Rat makes it down to �the 4 towers� and he takes off the chain that he has around his neck, he places it onto the floor on the outside of the ring and rolls in scaring the referee Fred White. ]
Bang, we want it
[ The fans rise out of their seats and cheer loudly as the camera almost glides, scanning up the rampway, catching the small Jimmy Pez making his way out. He stops and turns around to the curtain, holding his hands high and applauding as his "Beast" towers onto the stage� The fans get louder at the sight of El Mexicano Condena, as he holds the Legacy Title, staring at the ring with a savage glare in his bloodshot eyes.. ]
You want commitment?
[ The scene cuts to one of the many hallways in the arena as walking down towards �The 4 Towers� is Jason Storm. Storm looks pumped and prepared, trying to get his mind away from his recent �private� life and onto the Main Event.]
GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):
[ A familiar wrestler enters through the curtains, the one, the only, the very last MWF Television champion, Steven Douglas. Dressed in his usual black leather jacket, black jeans and cowboy boots, the cigarette in his burns as he takes a deep drag then lets the smoke dissipate. With a microphone in his hand, he slowly raises it to his mouth.]
The day that love opened our eyes
[ Darla smiles a sick smile as the man known as Fear appears from the darkness and wraps his arms around his princess... The two blow out the candles in the room and the darkness over comes all...]
Bang, we want it
[ Quick clip, Spawn, Hate, LSD, Derrick Faith, XVR, and Jonathon Woodgate and a few of the newer hires all flash across the screen, ... ]
You want commitment?
[Bauer skips out onto the stage, his energy clearly going through the roof. He rallies the crowd up with a bunch of chants. Bauer throws his arms into the air, screaming for everybody to get up to their feet. Obviously the fans are fickle as they stand right up, screaming and shouting even more. Bauer then runs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and hoping to his feet. He runs towards one of the towers and climbs part way up it, looking into the sea of fans throughout the sold out Orlando arena. The NLR fans are going through the roof, they are already pumped up for the Main Event and Bauer is going to send them into fits.]
You came to see the mobscene
[ A figure lifts his pale right hand and raises it towards the veil. He grabs the fabric and slowly peels it off of his head to His his true identity. There sits a legend of the wrestling industry, The Grudge. His hair is long and black and dreadlocked like it was in his glory-days inside the UWF. His eyes are masked with blood shot patches and black bags underneath. He wears a slight amount of eyeliner as he smile into the camera.]
You want commitment?
[The camera cuts backstage and we see Naz, walking down a corridor. He holds a bag in his hand, the red bag reads "Training" in blue letters and Naz pushes open a door and the camera follows him through. Naz sits down on a bench inside a room, he puts his head in his hands for a moment and then raises them to look up at the wall.]
�ladies and gentlemen, be obscene!
[ Damn near everyone in the arena is cheering for Troy as he strolls out onto the entrance way looking to be in an especially good mood this evening. He begins to casually walk down the ramp, playing to the fans on his way down. ]
GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):
[ The NLR's CEO Marcus Anderson is seen stepping out from behind the curtain. The crowd is still silent. Anderson has a mic in hand and begins to speak.]
Bang,
[ The raven-haired beauty, Sinn, walks down the rampway, looking around the arena with a million-dollar smile on her face. She stops for a moment and licks her lips, staring down at the ring with a look of deviousness on her face. ]
bang.
[ The enigmatic Ragonus, holding high, the NLR Excess title... ]
bang.
[ The Panther walks out, holding his arms up high and staring out from behind a black panther mask.. The small but fiery competitor bounces down the ramp. ]
bang.
[ Tony T smiles as he nears the ring, backing away from the fans hands as he mouths "I know you want this, but you can't have it, baby!" to an attractive young girl in the front row. ]
bang.
[ Then Tempest is seen, stepping out of the smashed Bronco, and walking up the backway looking like something out of a movie... The music ends with our General Manager, "Big" Ed Johnson, in his trademarked cap, holding his ears as his head violently shakes, before violently exploding sending stuff gooped all over the inner glass of your TV screen, and ending on one last, big, ]
BOOM!!!!
[ And in the background, barely audible, is Sullys voice... ]
Sully: No WAY in HELL I'm cleanin' THAT mess up...
We are the thing of shapes to come
Your freedom�s not free and dumb
This Depression is Great
The Deformation Age, they know my name
Waltzing to scum and base and
Married to the pain
Bang, we want it
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn�t your scene
It�s better than a sex scene and it�s
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.
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
Be obscene, be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.
We watched the world end
We have �high� places but we have no friends
The told us sin�s not good but we know it�s great
War-time full-frontal drugs, sex-tank armor plate
Bang, we want it
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn�t your scene
It�s better than a sex scene and it�s
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.
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
GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):
Be obscene, be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.
Be obscene, be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.
I know it isn�t your scene
It�s better than a sex scene and it�s
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.
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
Be obscene, be, be obscene, ah!
Be obscene, be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.
Be obscene, be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.
[After the opening video package, and customary fireworks, the NLR cameras scan through the roaring crowd. Passing slowly along some homemade signs, being held up high by the excited fans.. "THE DEMON KNIGHT IS GOD".. "WoC fears NLR!".. "Leandro's Cellmate!". Unfamiliar music rocks through the crowd, as they cheer the final pyro display before the cameras rest upon the faces of our commentary team. Both John Pilkington and Tim Sullivan look thrilled with the Texan crowd response.. wide smiles all 'round tonight!]
JP: Welcome everybody to NLR's Hysteria!! Kicking off live here from Dallas, Texas!
Sully: I can't believe how loud these fans are, Im gonna need earplugs, JP!
JP: They've got a lot to cheer about, because tonight some great matches are in store!! The finals
of the Legacy Tournament will be taking shape after tonight..
Sully: We also have some new faces set to make appearances, and try to impress "Big" Ed Johnson!
JP: It's going to be huge, Sully..
[Suddenly, both men are cut off mid-speech by a mountainous roar from the crowd.. The first notes of "Cancion Del Mariachi" hits the speakers, and the arena lights go into shades of red, green and white. The music continues to play, the fans standing off their seats now for The Beast.. The cheers get even louder as El Mexicano Condena storms out onto the stage, his scarred face roaring into the sea of fans! A thousand cameras flash, and Leandro towers down the ramp clutching the Legacy Championship with one large hand.. Jimmy Pez, decked out in a pin-striped suit, closely follows his client, beaming that weasel smile.]
JP: Well, this is certainly a surprise.. And a very welcomed one here in Dallas, Texas!
Sully: I don't know why they are cheering this damn Mexican! He's no different than the rest..
JP: That shiny belt says otherwise, Sully..
[The Beast climbs up one of the Four Towers, and lifts his massive, tattooed arms up high in the air! The Legacy Championship drapes down from his clenched fist, as more cameras flash and Leandro roars like the savage animal he is.. The Legacy Champion not toting his usual prison uniform, but instead wears tan slacks, and a half unbuttoned, flowing white silk shirt. Jimmy Pez walks over to retrieve a mic, as Leandro lowers his arms but remains atop the 'buckle. His music fades and Jimmy is quick to address the cheering crowd..]
Jimmy Pez: Well, I bet none of you thought you'd see us here tonight, did ya?
[Jimmy drops the mic, smiling as the fans give a short burst of cheers..]
Jimmy Pez: But you know what? Battle or not, I wasn't going to stand between this fuckin' maniac
and his fans in Dallas, Texas!!
[The crowd cheer and laugh, noticeably loud for the mention of their hometown..]
Jimmy Pez: I know when to admit defeat, and I know when to let The Beast have his way.. Which is exactly why I'm out here tonight. You see, last week "Big" Ed Johnson made the match for Once Upon A Time In Mexico.. He announced the Main Event, the battle that will put Leandro's Legacy Championship on the line. And, I have to say.. I was sceptical.. But the description of that brutal, violent bloodbath that awaits, was nothing but beautiful music to the ears of El Mexicano Condena!!
[Leandro drops down from the turnbuckle, and stares out into the tide of rumbling fans, with an expressionless face. His dark, menacing eyes look down to the blood-stained Championship in his claws, and Jimmy continues..]
Jimmy Pez: The Beast can't wait to get inside that ring, stand before that psychotic steel structure of pain.. And hand The Grudge his third and final defeat against Leandro!
[ The fans go nuts at Pez stating their intentions, and he looks like he is to add some to keep them riled when the lights in the arena begin to flicker... Static fills the Tron Screen, and the fans get deathly silent, as flames errupt from the stage.... The flames shoot high, and the side screens mimic the flames, however shaping form into that of a bright orange pheonix... The bird swirls and bursts, and a voice comes over the P.A. System... ]
"There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix
At this hour reigning there."
...The hour has come for this Phoenix...
...This Phoenix will reign over you, Champion, and leave you within the flame and ash of my awakening...
[ Orange-flamed pyros reeupt from the corner ladders, each getting brighter, and higher as they shoot in succession... The last one hits and everything goes black... Jimmy Pez is walking around the ring playing up to the fans like "What 'da Fuck" and Leandro just stands there, looking up at the screen, that stern calm look on his face, as the programming takes us in to commercial...]
JP: Now what the Hell was THAT all about?
Sully: Way to ask the Hardcore Questions John, you'd make one helluva Brodcast journalist...
JP: Now wait just a minute...
Sully: Maybe the next woman to sit beside Regis, here in our pressence, folks...
JP: Hey!!!
[The capacity crowd starts to yell, �'Faint' by Linkin Park�, signals the opening match, as a new NLR hopeull Alex Wright comes down to the ring with his manager, Josh Banks... The fans don't look very impressed as he looks back at them, disdain in his eyes... Then the music dies down, and another beat appears. Underneath the almost pulsating rythem, oriental music begins playing and out from the back comes the other NLR hopefull, Yoshima Yawakazi... He comes out to the ring, enters looking ready to brawl, and just launches himself at Wright. He takes him down and starts pounding on him, as the bell rings... ]
JP: Well at least we know who has been serious about his NLR contract... Yawakazi has been all over NLR programming this week, while there has been no sigh of the mysterious Wright....
Sully: This smug prick Wright deserves everything he gets... Too many of the NLR staff have been slacking as of late, and Johnsons done hiring flunkies like Ed Gein or Lee Watson....
[ Yawakazi is now stomping on Alex... He picks him up, and begins punching Wright continuously in the stomach. The crowd is throwing a fit outside, and Wright begins to fire back a few shots of his own, but he looks a little overmatched... ]
Sully: What the Hell is Alex Wright even doing here? He doesn't look even the slightest prepared for this weeks debut...
JP: Well Sully, maybe Yoshima Yawakazi has heard of how Johnson runs his company, and wants to make a big first impression?
[ Outside the ring, already, Josh Banks grabs a chair and slides into the ring and swings at Yawakazi, who ducks and rolls out of the ring.... The referee begins yelling at him to get out of the ring... Banks looks like he may want to swing it at the referee. Wright has followed to the outside as Yoshima rolls back in the ring with Banks distracted and spins him around, then kicking him in the head, sending him to the floor, and the chair clatters and the referee kicks it aside to the corner... Yoshima looks happy with the interferrance out of the picture, but he turns around into a clothesline from Wright... Yawakazi goes down and Alex Wright begins to roll his manager out of the ring, laughing manically as he does... ]
JP: This is not good. Both men are wanting that contract, and are gonna give it Hell until one man prevails, but hey, at least the chair has been removed...
Sully: What we really need there, Diane Sawyer, is something impressive to happen, both these guys are turning this into a stink-fest, and that WON'T make Johnson happy... They both deserve what they are going to get!
[ The referee is hovering around both men, as Wright takes the rising Yawakazi. down from behind with a choc-block to the knee. ]
JP: Well, Wright certainly took advantage of that situation. He also "Gets it" that this match is for a contract with the roughest federation on the PX Network, Ed Johnsons NLR...
Sully: Both of these guys are deserving of a shot at a contract... Unfortunately, only one of these guys will have that paper at the end of the night...
[ Wright kneels down and begins a series of right hands to the face of Yawakazi. Wright goes to a corner to try and climb the ladder. He turns around only to be met with Yawakazi. following him straight up the ladder.. From Mid-ladder he suplexes Wright to the ground. ]
JP: Well, THAT was certainly impressive...
Sully: I agree, I sure as hell didn't know that Yawakazi. was that agile...
[Yawakazi walks away from the fallen Wright, and heads to the outside, begining to jaw with some kids wearing "fear Fear..." T-shirts in the front row... Wright sneaks up on him, grabbing his arm, and throws him into the ring steps. He picks him up, and walks over to the announce table and hoistd him high into the air, but Yawakazi. rolls in a reversal, DDT'ing Wright through the structure as the Crowd Pops loudly.]
JP: My God!! There goes our announce table!!
Sully: Holy Crap!! Duck, Ahhhhh!!!!
[ The table crumples, as both announcers flee... Yawakazi gets up and throws Wright into the ring at about a 7-count... He hops over the top rope and slowly walks over to the seemingly dead Wright... Back at ringside... Banks is slapping the mat, trying to distract him Yawakazi. picks up Wright, and slams him down on the mat, and goes to mid ladder and performs a moonsault!! He hits it, and goes for the cover, but as the Referee makes the count, Mr Banks get the attention of the Referee and appears to be giving instructions to him... ]
JP: What is Banks up to now?
Sully: Probably telling this stupid Referee how to do his job!
[ With the Referee and distracted, Yawakazi gets to his feet. Banks is arguing with the Referee. He sees the chair in the corner from the earlier match action and while Banks has the Referee distracted, He wallops Wright with the chair, and promptly tosses the chair outside of the ring. Banks sees this and backs off, but its too late, as the damage has been done... And can only watch as Yawakazi casually puts his foot on Wrights chest and the Referee make the count.
1...
JP: YAWAKAZI WINS! We have a new addition to the NLR Roster!!!
Sully: Thanks to a chair, and a blind-ass referee!!
JP: And your point is Sully?
Sully: That next to Oprah, you are the bomb there sweetie pie...
Jackie Frazier: The winner of the match, Yoshima Yawakazi !!!
JP: We gotta take a commercial break folks... Don't go away!!!
Sully: But if you do, bring me back a beer, will ya?
2...
3.... ]
[ The Grudge sits in his locker-room wrapping his hands with black tape ready for his match when there is a knock at the door. His beedy eyes roll up upwards and look at it as he shouts in his obxnoxious voice.]
The Grudge: Come in...
[ The door swings upon and in walks interviewer Jason Collins. The Grudge who is perched upon the blue steel chair looks up at him and smiles.]
The Grudge: What can I do for you Jason?
[ Jason feels welcomed by The Grudge's suspect polite tone.]
Jason Collins: I was wondering if I could get a few question ahead of your match tonight...
[ The Grudge rises from his chair and cracks his fingers]
The Grudge: You wondered eh?
[ The politeness fades as he slowly makes his way to Jason.]
The Grudge: Is your little 'wonder' worth losing your fucking head?
[ Jason backed off a little bit.]
Jason Collins: I'm sorry, I just meant...
The Grudge: You meant what? Meant no to invade my FUCKING private life?
[ Jason backs up against the wall. The Grudge places his hand, now a foot away staring into the interviewers eyes.]
The Grudge: There will be no questions because there is nothing to be answered. People no my intentions but to keep you in the job I'll do you a favor and speak to the fat-guy with the camera, okay?
Jason Collins: Thank you...
[ Jason is still hesitating as The Grudge backs off and sits back down. The camera begins to film him as the door slamming is heard in the background. it is obvious that Jason Collins has ran. He speaks.]
The Grudge: Tonight is no different to any other night that I have experienced in my wrestling career. Sure Ragonus has potential, but don't they all?
[ He waits a second as his question kicks in.]
The Grudge: It seems that every little prick brought in by Anderson has 'potential'. Has talent. But lets re-cap before I give you a phsyical demonstration of what I mean in the ring.
[ The fans boo loudly.]
The Grudge: I have beaten every single fucking 'talent' that has been thrown at me in singles competition. I've considered this heavily as I sat here preparing for my match and my conclusion is, Ragonus will be no different. He's talented, just as the others before him were but he's nothing in the leagues of me and Leandro.
[ There is a loud pop at The Beast's name followed by 'Leandro chants as The Grudge cracks his fingers in anger.]
The Grudge: Tonight, I will show you another reason to believe that after Once Upon A Mexico I will bask in the glory of being the NLR legacy champion and that I will be known as the best wrestler that ever stepped into the squared circle inside this fucking company.
[ He cracks his neck, by tilting his head left to right.]
The Grudge: This one is another dedicated for The Beast. For Leandro. That's right big-guy. I'm sending a message to you and that little fucker Pez once again. I've been sending an awful alot of mesage haven't I?
[ He rubs his hands together.]
The Grudge: It's all in aid of making you see, that your days are numbered. I can give you the exact number if you like Leandro. In twenty days time I will be walking into the arena in Mexico as the under dog and walking out as the Legacy champion. Twenty fucking days leandro, just under three weeks.
[ A smile descends to his face.]
The Grudge: On that night, what I believe is mine will be mine. The result will be the same as the one I achieve tonight. Victory. Victory but on a higher stake because at NLR Once Upon A Mexico it's about the most important thing in this industry. The Legacy Championship.
[ The smile fades.]
The Grudge: Watch tonight as this man aligns his power with his pain...
[ We leave the arena and go back to ringside where JP and Sully are sat ready to commentate.]
JP: Ladies and gentlemen, next up is Tempest Versus Johnathon Woodgate.
Sully: Two debuting stars but we already know what Tempest is like.
JP: He's a talented competitor for sure.
Sully: And a man with morals which can't be said for the rest of the people in this federation..
[ 'The heart's filthy lesson' by Bowie hits the PA system and the jeers begin instantly as Tempest appears from the curtain. He walks down the ramp, absorbing the jeers and rather enjoying them before sliding into the ring.]
Jackie Frazier: Ladies and gentleman this match is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first from Boston, weighing it at 244llbs, TEMPEST!
[ He awaits his opponent and doesn't live in anticipation as his music is cut and 'One day at a time' hits the PA system.]
Jackie Frazier: Weighing in at 220llbs, from Sydney, Australia... Jonathon Woodgate
[ He appears from behind the curtain and walks down the ramp, his eyes firmly upon Tempest. He slides into the ring and walks past Tempest, nudging him out the way and climbs up the turnbuckles. He just stands there and is greeted largely by jeers. He gets down and the announcer slides out as the music fades and the bell rings. The two opponents stand a few feet apart and pace around each other.]
JP: And this one is under way, it looks to be an interesting match.
Sully: Two men in great shape squaring off in a match that reads 'interesting' all over it.
[ Both men raise there arms and link hands. Wasting no time, Tempest gives a cheap kick to the ribs and Woodgate bends forwards. Tempest looks to end this one quickly as immediately sets up ready for the epicentre.]
JP: Jeez, can he end it now?
Sully: Surely not!
[ As expected Woodgate gets out of it by throwing Tempest over the top of him. Tempest grabs his legs as he lies behind and goes for the roll up. One... Kick out. Tempest pulls Woodage to his feet and whips him against the ropes. As he comes to wards him he sets up and hits the sidewalk slam, crushing him into the mat. Tempest picks him up by his hair again and then suplexes him.]
JP: A fine suplex there.
Sully: Tempest looks to have the upper-hand in this match..
[ Tempest stands looking down on Woodgate as he slowly gets up. Woodgate is on his hands and knees when Tempest kicks him straight in the gut, sending him hurtling over, holding his ribs.]
JP: That was just a cheap shot!
Sully: I think he's hurt him.
[ Tempest pulls him to his feet again and whips him into the corner. Tempest gains leverage by climbing on to the first step of the ladder and hits Woodgate in the face. The referee tries to pull him away but Tempest continues, caushing a split in his forehead. Tempest pulls Woodgate into the fireman position and carries him to the top of the ladder. He sits him on the top as he gets his balance. He sort of hugs Woodgate and peforms a heavy Belly to belly suplex, planting him on the centre of the mat in continuing pain.]
JP: That was some impact.
Sully: I think Woodgate is done.
[ Tempest goes for the cover, one, two... Kick Out! Tempest gets up and begins arguing with the referee about the pace of his count. Woodgate slowly gets up gaining leverage from the ropes. Tempest turns around and is greeted by a boot to the face sending him hurtling over the ropes. Woodgate rolls out and picks him up off of the floor. He cracks his head onto the safety barrier. He holds Tempest by his hair and punches him in the face sending him to the floor. The referee hassle Woodgate to get Tempest back into the ring but Woodgate waves him away and picks Tempest up.]
JP: Both competitors are bleeding.
Sully: They've both got something to prove!
[ Finally Woodgate rolls Tempest into the ring and then rolls in himself. He picks him up and puts him in position for a suplex. Tempest reverses and makes a sort of football challenge sending him to the mat. He pulls Woodgate over and wrenches in the ankle lock.]
JP: That's some submission move.
Sully: Look at Woodgate, he is in agony.
[ Tempest applies pressure as Woodgate tries to crawl towards the ropes. It's no use as Tempest drags him back. Woodgate manages to gain strength and twists himself around peforming a sort of sitting hurricana on Tempest. Woodgate tries to make his way to his feet, holding his ankle as Tempest shakes his head in shock.]
JP: He got out of it!
Sully: Tempest must have had a heart attack.
[ Both men are on their feet and approach each other. Woodgate gets the power and peforms a german suplex, releasing before the initial impact. Tempest sprawls out over the canvas as Woodgate hooks the leg. One, Two, Thr- KICK OUT! Woodgate pulls him to his feet. Woodgate doubles underhooks Tempest and looks around.]
JP: He's going for the Zenith Blow.
Sully: Thanks for coming Tempest.
[ Tempest somehow manages to his head head between Woodgate's legs and lift him over the top, dumping him onto the mat. He gets to his feet and feels it. He follows Woodgate as he crawls to his feet and toe punts him in the stomach. He sets up..]
JP: He's going to hit it!
Sully: Maybe now it'll be over!
[ He hits the Epicentre, sending Woodgate into the Canvas and covers. The referee counts... ONE, TWO, Three. He signals for the bell and it rings.]
JP: He gets it.
Sully: An Impressive Debut!
Jack Frazier: AND YOUR WINNER.... TEMPEST!
[ Tempest rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp to big boo's. He stands at the top of the ramp as Woodgate wakes up. He takes a look, smiling, before walking through the curtains. Commercial Break.]
[We cut to the backstage area where a big commotion can be heard and seen. A group of people are blocking our view. It�s a mixture of security and officials.]
Sully: What is going on here?
JP: I don�t know but whatever it is, the officials are doing their best not to let it disturb the show tonight.
[The camera begins to wedge its way through the crowd until it reaches the cause of the commotion. There we see the two leading lackies of the TCW, Vegas Boy and Blackjack Kid.]
Security guard: I am sorry gentlemen, we can�t allow you two in here.
Vegas: Fuck that, do you know who the fuck we are?
Security guard 2: No need to use such foul language.
Vegas: Foul fucking language?!?! You think that was foul language? This is foul language�
BJKid: Uh no, you done did it now�
Vegas: LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE COCK SMOKING, FRENCH WHORE FUCKING LITTLE SHIT! WE ARE THE SIN CITY SINNERS AND IF WE WANT TO GO THE FUCK INSIDE THAT MOTHER FUCKING BUILDING AND FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF RAGONUS, WE WILL FUCK HIM UP LIKE 6 YEAR OLD AT THE NEVERLAND RANCH! GOT IT?!?!
Security guard 1: Just calm down. We are under strict orders not to allow any of you WoC people in the arena unless it has been cleared by the NLR.
Vegas: We don�t need to clear shit! Ragonus punked us out at Anarchy, now we are going to castrate that turd monkey, make a shake out of his nuts then feed�em to that bitch of�.
[ �ZAAAAAAAAP� Vegas falls down to the ground as one of the security guards finally has enough and stuns him with a stungun.]
BJKid: Shit, dude�..
[They then turn their attention to him. He slowly backs away.]
BJKid: Okay, okay, I am gone�. But not before I do�. THIS!
[With that, he drops his pants and flashes the guards. He quickly pulls them up and takes off like a bat out of hell. They chase after him.]
JP: My god, is that the level of intelligence in the WoC? I realized they were dumb but this is even worse than I thought.
[Before we cut out, we catch a quick glimpse of somebody in a trench coat sneaking by the camera in a very shifty manner. It looks very much like he took advantage of the diversion.]
Sully: WHO WAS THAT?!?!
JP: Relax, probably just some fan trying to sneak into the building�
[Camera Fades... .]
JP: Well, what a night we've already had here on Hysteria, Sully.. I can only imagine what type of carnage is coming up!
Sully: This match is gonna be huge!
JP: Eight men-- sorry, seven men, and one woman--
Sully: One crazy, sexy, hellcat of a woman!
JP: All going at it in a four on four Tag-Team Match!! This should be great..
[As the last words leave John Pilkingtons lips, "Cowboy in Me" by Tim McGraw hits the speakers, and the fans give a huge cheer for the hometown boy. The rumble continues as Derrick Faith walks out, complete with his white cowboy hat, and a confident smile. Walking down the ramp, Faith slaps hands with some eager fans.. Happy to be in his hometown of Dallas, Texas, Faith goes back and forth either side of the ramp, slapping hands.]
Jackie Frazier: Introducing first.. Weighing 235lbs and standing at 6'3".. "Cowboy" Derrick Faith!
[Faith stops in front of the ring, holding his arms up high. He rolls into the ring, as his music fades quickly and is replaced by the classic, timeless intro of "Bohemian Rhapsody". A mixed reaction as relative NLR newcomer, LSD makes his way onto the stage. He stares around the stands with an indifferent expression, before walking down the ramp and joining his tag-team partner inside the ring..]
Jackie Frazier: Weighing 240lbs and standing at 6'0".. LoveSorrowDetermination.. He is LSD!!
[LSD bounces against the ropes, keeping his eyes focused upon the ramp as "Faint" by Linkin Park blares over the PA. The crowd mainly cheers with the arrival of XVR, and the masked wrestler walks out into the spotlight. The many braids from his extravagant mask fly around, as XVR sprints down towards the ring, sliding under the ropes..]
Jackie Frazier: Weighing 222lbs and standing at 6'3".. The Strong Style Samurai.. XVR!!!
[All three men exchange glances, as Derrick Faith holds his hand out for either XVR or LSD to slap. Neither man does, they just give the Cowboy uninterested looks. "Sinner" by Drowning Pool hits the speakers, and The Weapon casually walks out onto the stage. He quickly makes his way towards the ring..]
Jackie Frazier: Weighing in 280lbs and standing at 6'6".. He is El arma de la Guerra.. The Weapon!!
[The Weapon barely even gets a chance to climb through the ropes, when "All My Hate" by Korn hits the speakers, and the painted face of Hate appears.. He walks out to a beaming of jeers, but doesnt seem to notice or care. Turning his head from side to side, as he walks slowly down the ramp.. Hate, turns his focus to the men already inside the ring..]
Jackie Frazier: Weighing 250lbs and standing at 5'9".. Hate!!
[Hate slows to a stop, about ten feet from the ring.. Glaring at the four men already between those ropes. A wicked smile creeps across the painted face of Hate, when suddenly the jumpy tune of "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns 'n' Roses soars through the crowd. The fans go crazy with cheers, as the small-framed, lightning quick Panther makes his way down the ramp.. At a quick pace, The Panther joins alongside Hate..]
Jackie Frazier: Weighing 165lbs and standing at 5'6".. The Fastest Man in the NLR.. The Panther!!
["Solsbury Hill" by Peter Gabriel hits the speakers, and the crowd give a loud reaction.. The beautiful face of Sinnocence greets our eyes, alongside her man, David 'Bones' McCoy. The two walk out together, looking ready for battle.. Sinn as violent as she is gorgeous, and Bones' muscles ripped beneath his trademark Singlet..]
Jackie Frazier: Making their way to the ring.. David "Bones" McCoy.. and Sinnocence!
[They meet up with both Hate and The Panther, and the four of them strategise quietly, glancing at the ring. All four men inside the ring start throwing insults, leaning over the ropes, and calling their opponents in. The fans rumble, as 'Cowboy' Derrick Faith tosses his white cowboy hat at them..The referee pushes their team backwards, away from the ropes..]
Sully: Hah! He almost clocked The Panther in the face with his hat!
JP: This match yet to get underway, but something tells me the volcanoes about to blow!
[Moments after JP says this, the entire foursome break from conversation and bolt into the ring! Sliding underneath the ropes, they take their opponents off-guard with the sudden attack, rising to their feet and throwing hordes of fists! The action becomes a blur of violence, as all eight competitors brawl inside the ring, the NLR official unable to get order.. The crowd loving the mayhem, and Sully giggling like a school girl. Hate pairs off with LSD, and clothesline him over the top rope.. Crashing down to the outside as well, leaving only six inside the ring. Both The Weapon and XVR take it to The Panther, clubbing the small man down to the mat, and laying the boots in. The crowd boo relentlessly, as the referee forces them out of the ring. Leaving only Derrick Faith, who is tied up with Bones and Sinn at this point. They overpower Faith, tossing him against the ropes.. He flies back, and Sinnocence nails a perfect Martial Arts kick to the face! Derrick drops down, and Bones smirks at his girls handywork.. The official instructs both Sinn and Bones to leave the ring, and take their place upon the apron]
JP: Looks like the legal men are The Panther and Derrick Faith..
Sully: I've got a good feeling about this match, JP! Already its out of control!
[The referee calls out for the bell to ring, and this match is officially kicked off! The Panther and Derrick Faith are quick to get to their feet, taking steps back towards their respective corners. By now, their teams are mostly assembled.. Waiting on the apron, cheering on their team mates. Faith walks out to the middle of the ring, and holds his arm up signalling a test of strength.. The Panther adjusts his black mask, and cautiously walks over.. Knowing that Faith is considerably larger. Panther reaches his arm up, and the two lock up in a test of strength. The face of Faith tightens as the fans cheer on both men, but it is Derrick Faith who gains the upper hand, overpowering Panther before grabbing his neck in a quick headlock. He holds in the lock, as Panther slaps the arm of Faith.. The Cowboy leans back into the ropes, and tosses The Panther against the opposite ropes. The Fastest Man in the NLR rebounds back, ducks a sloppy clothesline, and takes Faith to the mat with a high cross body! The crowd cheer, as Panther gets to his feet and nails a quick running leg drop to the back of Faiths head.. The Panther rolls away to his corner, and makes the quick tag to Hate..]
JP: Now heres a man whose made his presence known during the week..
Sully: Lets see how he goes against the hometown boy, Derrick Faith!
[Faith gets to his feet, as Hate runs over with a few right hands.. Backing Faith against the ropes, he whips him across the ring, Hate nails a swift kick to the gut, doubling Faith over. Hate attempts a DDT, but Derrick Faith throws some rough clubs into the spine of Hate and nails a modified back suplex. Hate gets up just as Faith makes the tag to XVR! The masked wrestler flies into action, as both men struggle shoulder-to-elbow.. XVR gains the upper hand, sending Hate across the ring, but he rebounds right back with a diving Leg Lariat to the face of XVR! XVR drops to the mat, and Hate goes for the quick cover.. One.. Tw-Kick-Out! Hate peels XVR off the mat, and throws a hard knee into the stomach of the smaller man. Hate calls out to the crowd, "I HATE YOU!" receving a reply of heavy boos, as he executes a perfect Snap Suplex on XVR. Hate rolls up, and walks casually to his corner, tagging the man known as "Bones"..]
JP: Some fast action already, lets see what Bones brings to the table..
Sully: Hopefully hes bringing Sinn to the table, because I've got my plate ready, and my appetites huge!!
JP: Keep your mind on the match, Sully..
[Bones walks towards XVR but is caught unaware with a flurry of martial arts kicks.. McCoy holds his arms up in defence, but the small frame of XVR battles Bones back towards the ropes. XVR chops the chest of Bones, causing a great slap to echo around the stands.. Bone retaliates with his own, getting an even louder reaction from the crowd! The "Woooooo!" is almost defeaning as Bones almost sends XVR to the mat, the second time.. XVR ducks the third attempt though, and hooks in a La Magistral Cradle pinning attempt.. Bones is shocked as the ref slides down.. One.. Two.. Sinnocence making the save! She stomps the back of XVRs head, and he gets up only to be caught by the referee.. He pushes XVR back into the awaiting Bones, who clubs the spine of the masked wrestler.. Bones gives XVR a Hip Toss, peels XVR off the mat, pushing him against the ropes and flings him across the ring. XVR rebounds back with a perfectly timed Shining Wizard that almost shatters the temple of Bones!! The sound of XVRs knee slapping against his skull causes the crowd to rumble.. XVR goes for the cover.. One.. T-Kick-Out!]
JP: Damn, you dont wanna be caught with one of those high knees in a match like this!
Sully: I think I see blood coming out of Bones' ear!
[Of course, Sully is exaggerating.. XVR makes the quick tag to The Weapon and Bones finds himself facing off against yet another masked foe. The Weapon climbs the turnbuckle, while Bones takes his time rising to his feet.. Both Sinnocence and The Panther yell out for him to turn around, but as he does, its already too late.. El Arma De La Guerra flies off the top rope, only to be met with a stunning Enziguri in mid-air by Bones!! The crowd go nuts as the top-rope dive completely backfires, and Bones McCoy earns some more respect.. The Weapon clutches his masked face, while Bones gets to his feet, looking modest at his effective counter attack, and tags in the beautiful Sinnocence. Sinn recieves a heavy applause, climbing through the ropes and squaring up with The Weapon.. They go in for the grapple, locking up together as the ref starts a random count.. But its all over quickly, as The Weapon explodes out of nowhere with some kicks to the mid-section. He nails a few, before bouncing from the ropes and attempting a Super Kick that Sinn easily ducks.. She waits for him to turn and as he does, Sinn throws a high leg up at his face, which he somehow manages to duck, before catching her off-guard with a high-angle T-Bone Suplex!! The crowd cheer for the short bit of chain-wrestling, and both their efforts.. ]
Sully: Whoa!
JP: You dont see action this quick everyday!
[Sinn gets to her feet but is slammed back down with a well-timed Superkick! She remains on the mat for a moment, as The Weapon begins to lock in the Texas Cloverleaf.. He twists her legs around, but out of nowhere Bones flies through the ring and clobbers the back of The Weapons head! El Arma de la Guerra drops to the mat, and the NLR official is quick to force Bones out of the ring.. The Weapon meanwhile makes the tag to LSD, the mysterious newcomer. LSD walks towards Sinn with a malicious smile, as she crawls towards her corner, before grabbing her ankle and pulling her into the centre of the ring.. LSD locks in a Boston Crab, and Sinnocence finds herself screaming out in pain! The crowd get behind Sinn, joining in with her team-mates as they clap her on.. Getting her to struggle closer to their corner. Sinn finds herself crawling, coping through the pain, but its all taken away as LSD brings her back to the centre of the ring! The referee checks on her, and shes fading fast.. When out of nowhere, The Panther climbs up the turnbuckle and leaps across the ring, nailing LSD in the back of the skull with a smooth Missile Dropkick!! The hold is broken, and the referee looks frustrated as all hell..]
Sully: Hah! He should've known this match was destined for mayhem from the start!
[Panther is forced outside, but it was well worth it as Sinnocence now lunges towards her corner and makes the hot tag to HATE! The fans actually cheer, as Hate explodes out of his corner and takes LSD down with a stiff clothesline! LSD is back up and taken straight back down with another clothesline! He gets up for the third time, stumbling towards the corner.. and Hate flies towards him at top-speed, jumping high and nailing a Stinger Splash! LSD drops down like a sack of bricks, as Hate continues the momentum, leaping over at the rest of LSDs team mates with another Stinger Spash!! Faith, The Weapon and XVR all fall from the apron, as Hate looks somewhat impressed by his impact.. Hate stares out at the fallen men outside with an evil smirk, and as he turns around to face LSD he is thrown awkwardly with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Hate flips over onto his head, but quickly recovers only to eat some hard fists from LSD! The stiff right hands reel Hate back against the 'buckle, and LSD goes for the whip against the opposite turnbuckle.. But Hate reverses the whip, sending LSD running.. LSD bounces against one of the famed 4 Towers, but as Hate charges at him, LSD catches him of guard with a boot to the gut.. Followed with a fast DDT! Hate taste the canvas, and rolls over as LSD hooks the leg.. One.. Two-Kick-Out!]
Sully: Could've been all over there!
JP: I think all of these warriors have some fight left yet!
[Hate is pulled from the mat, and LSD signals for his Double-Underhook BackBreaker! The crowd give a decent reaction, as LSD hooks the arms.. But Hate easily back-body drops him off! LSD hits the mat hard, and out of nowhere Derrick Faith comes into the ring, clothesline Hate down!! The crowd cheer on the hometown boy, and as the referee attempts to push him out, both The Weapon and XVR fly into the ring and throw some rough boots into Hate! The crowd expode with jeers, as Hate covers his head.. The referee still not noticing anything! Both Bones and Sinnocence decide its enough, as they leap into action and throw fists into the masks of both The Weapon and XVR! Carnage begins to unravel, as punches are being thrown left and right.. And amidst the chaos, the referee finds himself being knocked cold by a missed Dropkick by LSD!]
JP: Here comes the tornado, Sully!
Sully: Yes!! Mayhem here we come!!
[The ring becomes a blur of action as the Texan crowd rumble with cheers! All eight competitors are taking it to eachother, neither one showing any remorse as they attack!! After a few moments of brawling around the ring, Hate sends Derrick Faith flying out of the ring and goes up top.. He ignores the battle below, and instead focuses on the fallen Faith outside.. The crowd gasp in unison as Hate flies off the top and executes a dodgy Moonsault to the outside!! He crumples into the body of Faith and both men stay down as the fans cheer in approval.. Back inside the ring, LSD is making quick work of Sinnocence, sending her outside with a hard clothesline over the ropes. Bones nails The Weapon with his Double-Underhook DDT finisher, the "Warp Driver"! El Arma de la Guerra rolls out of the ring.. A mysterious mist blinds The Panther as XVR wipes the spit from his own masked mouth, before nailing a viscous shot to the throat of Panther!! The small man clutches his neck, and hits the canvas as the crowd cheer the action..]
Sully: XVR introducing The Panther to a little treat called "Game Over"!!
JP: What was that mist?!
Sully: I dont know, but it did the job!!
[The referee looks to be slowly waking, as now Bones McCoy finds himself battling both XVR and LSD! The two one one attack slows him down, and Bones takes a knee as both men boot him to the mat.. Bones struggles to keep himself up, when Hate suddenly slides under the ropes and helps him out! The crowd rumble as Hate roughly grabs XVR from behind in a Crossface Chickenwing!! The trademark move of Hate forces XVR to fall back with him.. The crowd buzz as Hate holds in the submission he likes to call "Misery" long enough for XVR to tap! Even though hes not the legal man, Hate still loves to hear the sound of the hand slamming against the canvas.. Bones is now battling away with LSD, and even attempts the Warp Driver on him!! He hooks in both arms, but amazingly LSD slides out of the move.. and Dropkicks Bones right out of the ring!! Bones hits the referee, just before he tumbles to the mat, just as Hate lets go of XVR, sending him rolling to the outside....]
JP: Wow! I never would've guessed Hate and LSD would still be standing after that mess!!
[ What happens next though, will be seen on dozens of replay shots all over the PX Network, as El Arma de la Guerra slides a chair into the ring, and LSD folds it backwards over the head of Hate... XVR makes it back into the ring... Faith enters as well.... Hate crumples to the ground, the folded chair still hung over his neck, and Team DWF begin circling the ring from the outside, as inside, the other four competetors stand arms raised... ]
JP: This is not fair!!! They're NOT letting the other wrestlers tend to Hate!! He could be seriously injured!!!
[ The lights go out with a few seconds of silence. Suddenly there's an explosion as you hear Limp Bizkit's "My Way" throughout the arena. ]
Sully: Oh My God!!! We're being invaded AGAIN!!! That makes 27 invasions of Hysteria in the past three weeks!!! When will it all end??
[ The smoke machines kick in. Red smoke starts to rise from the entrance way as the extractor fans above turn on and generate a tornado effect in the red smoke. The strobe lights kick in and faintly through the smoke a figure can be seen. The crowd goes wild and starts chanting for "Millan".
"The Scorpion" MC Millan stands in the swirling smoke and slowly as it clears the fans get a close look at him, he is wearing silver boots with martial arts pads on. His black tights have a silver MC down the left side and a blood trickling pattern down the other. His wrists are heavily taped and Millan is wearing a T-shirt saying "No gimmicks needed!". His dyed jet black hair falls to the side and a small black scorpion is tattooed under his left eye. Millan gets down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. The other team begins stomping, and the members of the old DWF, revitalized by the appearance of the final piece of the puzzle rush in, and again, a ring wide battle ensues... The referee is to his knees, as LSD just misses him mid-air, flying out of the ring... Faith is also sent packing... And XVR is double teamed out of the ring as the ref crawls his way back in... XVR is desperately trying to get back in the ring, but at 4 to 3 outside, even the Strong Samauri Style, faulters him as the ref makes it to the mat, but still not seeing MC Milan hit The Weapon with The "Sixth Sense"... The impact of the DDT is monumental, and Hate is rolled on top as the ref makes a feeble slap at the mat... A second.... And finaly, a third... The match is awarded to Sinnocence, Bones McCoy, The Panther, and Hate, as outside the ring, XVR hangs his head, disappointed in the turnout of the match... He, Derrick Faith, and LSD trade a few words, and walk out, leaving The Weapon motionless in the ring, as the DWF Reunion hits full stride... ]
JP: What a great sight, all that talent in the middle of the NLR 4-Towers ring...
Sully: Are you kidding Me? The Weapon wasn't the legal man... This friend of the DWF gang had no business showing up, and a great match was RUINED!! RUINED, I tell you!!!
JP: Jeez Tim, here, have a tissue!!! Folks, Bauer/Stinger, is Next!!!
[ We come back from the onslaught, to 'Attack' by 30 Seconds to Mars reverberating through the entire arena,and the crowd jumps up to their feet, as Kyle Bauer sprints down the
ramp, and gets in the ring.]
JP: Kyle Bauer looking pumped up as always.
Sully: I can't wait to see this match!
['How we Do' by the Game hits the PA system, and the crowd has a mixed
reaction as Gunman Stinger marches down the ramp, rolling into the
ring. Kyle and GMS go nose to chest, but the ref seperates them, and
Jackie Frazier calls stats.]
Jackie Frazier: This match is schedueled for ONE fall! Introducing
first, from St. Louis, Missouri, standing at just 5' 4'', and weighing
in at 175 pounds, 'NLR's King of Extreme'.. Kyle Bauer!
[Kyle Bauer walks over to the ropes and spreads his arms wide and the
crowd pops. Jackie continues calling stats..]
Jackie Frazier: And his opponent, from Hollywood, California..
Standing at just 6' 2'', and weighing in at 275 pounds.. 'The Scorpion
Knight'.. Gun Man Stinger!
[The crowd has a mixed reaction, and the bell rings. Kyle and GMS
square off and go for a test of strength..]
JP: GMS with a definite size advantadge..
Sully: Kyle's so fast though!
[Kyle takes his leg and sweeps it out from under him, and drops in.
The ref slaps the mat once and GMS kicks out. Kyle then kicks him in
the midsection, and drives GMS into the mat face first!]
JP: DDT!
Sully: Don't wet yourself, John.
[GMS rolls around, but slowly works himself up to his feet, and the
two grapple again. GMS delivers a clothesline, landing him on his
back, Kyle springing back to his feet. Gunman whips him off the ropes,
but Kyle leapfrogs over him, and then spins around right into a GMS
STO!]
JP: Ouch!
Sully: STO connects! Kyle's in trouble!
[GMS yanks him up and delivers a really hard clothesline, causing
Bauer to land back on his back.. GMS yanks him up again and connects
with a second.]
JP: Gunman Stinger has kept Bauer grounded..
Sully: Smart move!
[Kyle however kicks GMS in the chest to knock him away, and then
bounces off the ropes, swinging around, and driving him into the mat
with a Swinging DDT! Bauer springs up, dragging GMS to his feet and
attempting to drive him face first into the mat with a Flat Liner.
Gunman stops on a dime, and reverses it into a face first Novicane.]
JP: Ouch!
Sully: That hurt!
[Gunman stands up and shouts to the crowd who only boos back. He turns
around right into a small package. 1.. 2.. No!]
Sully: Close one!
JP: Gunman barely kicked out!
[Gunman throws Bauer off the ropes, who goes for a moonsault, sending
Gunman diving out of the way, Bauer lands on his feet though, and runs
at GMS, his mind racing at all the things he could do, and he springs
off the second rope, dropkicking Gunman Stinger in the chest.]
JP: What speed!
[Kyle runs into the corner, doing a handstand, then a carthwheel,
going for a flying back elbow, but GMS grabs him out of mid air and
guillotines him off the top rope to the entire crowd going crazy with
jeers! Bauer holds his throat, and Gunman pulls him up and delivers a
Belly to Belly suplex, sending Bauer flying across the ring!]
Sully: Haha, Bauer's high flying but not in the way he wanted!
JP: GMS in control!
[Kyle tries to pry his back off the mat, and Gunman picks him back up,
and goes for a stalling suplex, keeping it up in the air for a good
minute, letting the blood rush to his head.. before dropping it into a
brainbuster!]
JP: He's really using the size advantadge!
Sully: Again, smart.
[GMS pulls him up, and snap mares him to the mat, locking in a
sleeper. The crowd begins to slap the rails, trying to get behind him,
Kyle working up to a vertical base. He elbows GMS in the midsection
once.. twice.. thrice.. then throws him off the ropes.. but GMS nails
him with a shoulder block, sending Bauer to the mat. Kyle springs up,
and points in one direction. GMS retorts and points in the other
direction. Kyle shoves him and shouts 'NO, YOU GO!'. GMS finally
obliges, and comes off the rope and both men stalemate with a shoulder
block.]
JP: That was all about pride, there. Neither man was going to let
themselves be knocked down.
[Gunman whips Bauer twords the ladder, and Bauer runs up the ladder,
doing a backflip and landing on his feet. He pauses for a moment, the
crowd cheering.. Gunman spins around, right into a super kick! Kyle
dives down, hooking the leg.. 1.. 2.. No!]
JP: He nearly stole the win with the Face Breaker there.
Sully: He's fast, alright.
[Gunman holds his chin, and Kyle yanks him up.. Gunman rakes the eyes,
causing Kyle to stumble away.]
Sully: Ah, the good ol' eye rake, works every time.
JP: Yep. Every time.
[GMS then grabs Bauer and drops him with an atomic drop. Kyle rolls
around on the ground, holding his head, and GMS picks him and holds
him up with a stalling vertical again..]
JP: He can hold him up as much as he wants!
Sully: Kyle's in a bad way early in this match, GMS really knows about
using that size advantadge..
[He finally drops him with another violent brainbuster, as Gunman then
brings him to his feet, sweeps his legs out from under him, the ref
slides into the pin attempt.. 1... 2.. No! Kyle gets up, and Gunman
sweeps out the leg again! 1.. 2... No! However Gunman grabs the leg
and brings it around in a half boston crab..]
JP: Nice move, if he can't pin Bauer here, he'll try to make him tap..
Sully: He can't tap, not now!
[Gunman really pulls back on the leg, and Kyle squirms twords the
ropes slowly.. He almost gets there, but Gunman pulls him back in the
center of the ring.. Kyle brings his other foot up to kick GMS in the
solar plexus, knocking the air from him! GMS lies face down on the
mat, gasping for air.]
JP: Creative, I must admit..
[The ref reprimands Bauer, thinking it was a low blow, Kyle saying it
was clean, the ref almost doesn't belleive him, but GMS cuts them off,
throwing Bauer to the mat violently. Kyle holds the back of his head,
and Gunman places him up on the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd. He
scales to the second rope, trying to lift him up for a backdrop, but
Kyle fights, elbowing him in the face, causing GMS to topple off. Kyle
stands to his feet, but the hurt leg gives out, split-legging him on
the top rope again. Gunman goes for it a second time, Kyle blocking a
second time, Gunman falling down to the mat again..]
JP: Kyle's in a bad position..
Sully: That leg is hurt!
[Kyle musters the strength to pull himself up, and twists in the air,
coming down with Whisper in the Wind to a standing Gunman! The crowd
explodes!]
JP: GMS went high risk and paid for it!
Sully: That was an awesome corkscrew legdrop, I must admit.
[Kyle pulls himself over and hooks the leg.. 1... 2... No! Kyle holds
his head in the hands, not comprehending that Gunman could possibly
kick out of the high flying manuever. He limps over to the turnbuckle,
scaling to the fourth or fifth rung.. Gunman slowly gets up, and Kyle
dives off, looking for the Incapacitator! However Gunman evades his
grip, causing Bauer to lands on his hurt leg! He holds his leg, but
low blows Gunman, just out of the ref's sight!]
JP: That always works too!
Sully: His leg is hurt, though.
[GMS crumples to one knee, and Kyle charges forward, slamming his good
knee right into the face of GMS! The crowd goes insane right away,
recognising the manuever!]
JP: Shining Wizard!
Sully: Everyone loves that move! Everyone!
JP: Well.. Except Gunman, that is.
[Kyle balances on the top of a tower carefully, makes a cross, then
dives off with a 720 corkscrew senton, connecting with GMS! He hooks
the leg..]
JP: 1.. 2.. 3!
[JP is right, the ref calls the bell as Kyle rolls away, holding his ribs, and one step away, from winning the tournament completely... ]
[We open up to the interview area backstage. The lighting has been set up. It looks like somebody is about to cut a promo. A person in a headset can be seen walking by the camera. He stops at the far left.]
Person: We�re ready, Ragonus.
[A few seconds pass and Excess Champion, Ragonus makes his way to the interview area. He has the championship flung over his shoulder.]
Person: Ten seconds, Ragonus�.
[Just as he says this, somebody else catches Ragonus� attention from off camera. The figure slowly makes its way on camera. The person is rather large but covered up by the trench coat.]
Ragonus: Average�.
Trench coat: Bite me, Ragonus!
[That�s all it takes to get Ragonus going. He lunges at the guy in the trench coat, decking him with a vicious right hook. He stands over him and yanks off the trench coat to reveal�. JoJo Moose, another TCW lackey. He doesn�t get the time realize he has been duped. BAM!!! This time the real �Little� Joey Average fly�s across the screen with his Dark Championship, leveling Ragonus. He grabs Ragonus by the head, spins him around and fires him into the backdrop, which crashes to the ground along with Ragonus. Joey grabs Ragonus and hoists him up in a vertical suplex then backs him into the hard wall. Ragonus slumps down to the ground. Joey grabs the microphone that was knocked to the ground during all the action.]
Joey: Unlike you Ragonus, I have no honor, just a mad hankering for getting revenge. You screw me, I screw you even harder�
[An incredibly intense moment is stopped for Joey to realize what he just said. He shakes it off and gets back to being Mr. Intensity.]
Joey: This is not about the WoC and NLR anymore, this ain�t even about the TCW, this is about you and me! You wanted to throw around challenges like used toilet paper, fine. Consider this one accepted!
[He walks over and grabs the Excess Championship. He reaches into his trademark over-alls and pulls out a can of blue spray paint.]
Joey: This is a token of my appreciation for what you did at Anarchy�.
[With that, he sprays �TCW� on the championship belt. He then tosses it on Ragonus and walks off camera.]
Jackie Frazier: This match is schedueled for one fall, making his way
to the ring right now, from Los Angeles, California, standing at 6'
4'', and weighing in at 235 pounds, The Grudge!
['Anarchy' by kmfdm blares on the PA, and every fan stands up and
starts to boo! Grudge comes out onto the ramp, and marches his way
down to the ring..]
JP: It seems like everyone hates Grudge!
Sully: I really can't blame them..
Jackie Frazier: And his opponent..
[The crowd stays up, and cheers as 'Heart of a Champion' by Carman
hits the PA system..]
Jackie Frazier: from the Shadows, our 'NLR eXcess Champion', standing
at 6' 2'', weighing in at 240 pounds.. Ragonus!
[Ragonus appears on the stage, still a tad wobbly from the previous attack, he runs down into the ring, dropping his new TCW belt as he rolls into the squared circle as the bell rings.. Grudge doesn't let Rags up
and begins to stomp on him. ]
JP: Cheap!
Sully: But smart, he's not letting Ragonus get up!
[Rags and Grudge grapple, with Ragonus gaining advantadge and tossing
him to the mat with a scoop slam. Grudge pries himself up from the
mat, eyes closed in pain. Ragonus then
draws his foot back and kicks him HARD in the back, at the base of his
neck. Grudge cries out, and the crowd pops.]
JP: Ouch!
[Ragonus stays on Grudge, locking in a sleeper. Grudge slowly works to
a vertical base, and then throws Ragonus off the ropes. He comes back
into an arm drag, then Grudge locks
in a cross arm breaker, and yanks back on the arm as hard as he can.
Ragonus cries out, unable to break free!]
JP: Cross arm breaker!
Sully: Don't tap, Ragonus!
JP: He might not have a choice!
[Ragonus somehow gets his foot on the bottom rope, and Grudge breaks
the hold immedietly, and both spring up to a stalemate. The crowd
cheers both men on, but Ragonus is
holding the right arm on which all that pressure was applied. Grudge,
seeing the opportunity boots him in the midsection, then grinning to a
jeering crowd.. DRIVES Ragonus into the
mat head first!]
JP: Snap DDT!
Sully: Ouch!
[Ragonus holds his head, and Grudge pulls him up, boots him in the
midsection, and drops him with a second Snap DDT!]
JP: Yee-ouch!
Sully: A second DDT!
[Ragonus's forehead is now busted open, and Grudge is in control, as
he whips Ragonus off, Rags jumping over him with a runnning leapfrog,
spinning around, and delivering a
Yakuza kick to Grudge! He drops an elbow drop to Grudge, and then
drags him up to his feet, but then Grudge screams, running forward and
connecting with a clothesline that causes
Ragonus to do a backflip, and send him rolling out of the ring.]
JP: WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!
Sully: HOLY SHIT!
JP: A major league momentum shift there, he put all he had into that
clothesline.
Sully: Ragonus may be injured..
[Grudge is lieing face down on the mat, and the ref has started a
count for Ragonus who still lies outside the ring, holding his throat.
At about six, Ragonus pulls himself in using the
bottom rope.]
JP: Ragonus is still in this one after all!
[Grudge is up at about the same time, and the two do another test of
strength, Grudge gaining advantadge this time, and delivering a
clothesline. Ragonus gets up, and gets taken
down with a second clothesline. Ragonus, even slower this time gets
up, ducking a third clothesline, kicking Grudge in the midsection..]
JP: Ragonus has a chance!
Sully: Grudge got too predictable!
[Ragonus bounces off the ropes, going for a tilt-a-whirl headscissor..
Rags then goes right into a crippler cross face though! The crowd
cheers, the high flying manuever almost putting
Grudge away right away. He pulls back as hard as he can, tugging back..]
JP: Great move!
Sully: Tap! Tap damn you!
[Grudge rolls over, trying to lose Rags, but he keeps it locked in,
pulling on the head, and then grapevining the body.. Grudge rolls over
again, this time getting his flailing arm on the
bottom rope.]
JP: Damn!
[Ragonus breaks the hold, and Grudge rolls around holding his throat.
Ragonus yanks him up, and runs at him, going for a running knee.. and
it connects, completely bending Grudge
over his knee! Grudge holds his ribs now, Ragonus in obvious control..
Ragonus grabs him, continuing to work on the neck with a front neck
lock he calls 'Time Out' and keeps the hold
on. Working his way over to the tower, he set Grudge split legged on
the top rope, and lets go, taunting to the crowd.]
JP: Grudge in trouble!
Sully: Rags going to the high rent district!
[He grabs him, going for 'The Killing Stroke', but Grudge punches him
in the ribs. Ragonus punches back, and then lifts him up, dropping him
on his head from the top rope! The crowd goes insane!]
JP: NO WAY IN HELL!
Sully: He hit it! Oh my god! He hit The Killing Stroke! Grudge may
need medical attention!
[Ragonus landed on his hurt arm though, and can't get the pin as he
rolls around, holding his shoulder. Grudge is lieing on the mat,
obviously out cold, the ref is beginning a double
knock out count, as Ragonus is holding his arm, but slowly working his
way up. Ragonus gets up at nine, then hooks the leg..]
JP: This is it!
Sully: Grudge's doomed!
[1.. 2.. No! Grudge got his foot on the bottom rope, and the crowd
goes 'Oh!' all at once. They all expected it to be over right away.
Ragonus looks at the ref in disbelief.]
JP: He didn't get it!
Sully: Stay on him Ragonus!
[Ragonus must've heard Sully, because he drags up Grudge, and throws
him off the ropes, who comes back into a drop-toe hold. Someone jumps
the barrier, while Grudge slowly
gets up slowly.. Ragonus runs at him, going for a flying forearm,
Grudge ducks.. Mobius grabs Ragonus's head and guillotines it off the
top rope! The ref didn't see it! Ragonus holds
his throat while Grudge schoolboy's Rags, putting his feet on the top rope!]
JP: Not this way!
Sully: Mobius? Why?!
[1.. 2.. 3! Grudge rolls out of the ring, getting out of there as
quickly as possible. Ragonus slowly gets up, getting his belt from the
referee..]
Jackie Frazier: Your winner as a result of pin fall, The Grudge!
['Anarchy' by Kmfdm hits the PA system. It's cut off though, as Mobius
slides in the ring, staring down Ragonus, who says 'Man, what the
hell?!' just audible enough for the ring-side
microphones to pick him up. Mobius delivers a right hand, then two, as
an exhausted Ragonus can't fight back. He then delivers a powerbomb
right in the center of the ring.. He takes
the belt Ragonus dropped, grinning to the crowd..]
JP: No!
Sully: Ragonus earned that belt!
[Ragonus gets up slowly, only to be clocked smack dab in the face with
the belt! His nose crushes, spurting blood as he topples over, holding
his face. The crowd is jeering, but
Mobius poses over Ragonus, before placing him on the top rope..]
JP: No way. This is just wrong.
Sully: Don't do it, Moe!
[The crowd boos as Mobius delivers a Black Drop DDT right into the
mat, Ragonus coliding with the mat with sick impact. Ragonus looks
dead, as Mobius takes the belt, sliding out of the ring as someone
slides out from under the ring, chair in hand...]
JP: Damnit, must there be all these sneak attacks this week?
[The second assailant is Kyle Bauer, who lets out a battle cry loud
enough for Mobius to turn around right into the chair shot! SMASH!
Mobius crumples, as Kyle drops the chair.. The crowd cheers loudly, as
Kyle smirks, walking up the ramp.]
JP: We're going to need a commercial break to clean this all up, folks.
Sully: Just shocking!
[We come back from commercial to find the 4 Towers ring set up for business. Red carpet flocks the canvas on which the roster battles upon, and a table is set up in the centre of the ring. Their are a couple of chairs set up on either side of the table, and a single piece of paper taking the spotlight. The crowd rumble slightly awaiting the unknown..]
JP: Well, after that exhausting Main Event fans, I think its safe to say theirs only one thing left on
the cards tonight!
Sully: The match signing, baby! The match signing!
JP: Thats right, the Main Event for Once Upon A Time In Mexico needs both mens signatures.. That contract on the table explains everything, all the pain and blood that may fall inside that barbaric cage!
Sully: And saves our asses from a lawsuite if one of these guys doesn't make it out alive!
JP: The A-Grade law advice from Tim Sullivan on hand again tonight, fans..
Sully: Hey, it saved me from that hooker scandal back in '98--
JP: And back to the show!
[The crowd get loud with jeers as "The Hand That Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails hits the PA system and "Big" Ed Johnson walks smugly out. He makes his way down the ramp, ignoring the boos from the ringside fans.. Not even looking at the many fingers being held only feet from his face. Johnson climbs between the ropes, and stands at the table, putting his hands firmly behind his back. Johnson waits for his music to die down, as he turns his gaze to the entrance ramp.. "Anarchy" by
Kmfdm blares over the speakers, and the crowd get real loud..]
JP: Your number one contender, fans..
Sully: Your NEXT Legacy Champion, sounds more accurate!
[The Grudge walks out onto the stage, staring around the stands with a cold malice in his eyes. He slowly walks down the ramp, catching the eyes of Ed Johnson who has his hands up clapping.. Johnson has a wicked smile on his face, as The Grudge gets to the ring steps..]
Jackie Frazier: From Los Angeles, California.. He is the number one contender for the Legacy Championship.. THE GRUDGE!!
[The crowd get even louder with jeers, as Grudge climbs atop the turnbuckle and holds his fists up high. The Homicidal Creep runs his hands around his waist, signalling the Legacy Championship.. Ed Johnson continues applauding The Grudge, but when he drops down from the 'buckle, he barely even acknowledges Johnson. Grudge slouches into one of the awaiting seats, stares up the ramp, and holds his hands up shouting "Bring him out, c'mon!"]
JP: Be careful what you wish for, is all I have to say..
Sully: No one asked you, JP!
[Suddenly, the arena go crazy at the sound of "Cancion Del Mariachi"! For the second time tonight, the lively Spanish music brings the fans to their feet, cheering for their Champion. Leandro powers out onto the stage, his eyes already locked upon those of The Grudge.. The Beast wastes no time in walking down towards the ring, letting his leather belt drag on the ramp..]
Jackie Frazier: From Tijuana, Mexico.. The NLR Legacy Champion.. LEANDRO!!
[El Mexicano Condena makes it hard for Jimmy Pez to keep up, as he quickly gets to the ring, his bloodshot eyes still locked on the unblinking Grudge. Both men look ready to tear eachother apart, and Ed Johnson, sensing this, points to the chair opposite Grudge and yells at Leandro to "Take a seat!" Leandro completely ignores the small frame of Johnson, tosses his Championship on the table and holds both fists up in the air, roaring into the face of The Grudge!! The crowd go nuts as Leandro's carnivorous teeth and savage roar cause The Grudge to flinch back.. He quickly regains his composure however, and The Beast drops his tattooed arms down. Ed Johnson grabs a mic and speaks furiously, as Leandro's music fades out..]
Ed Johnson: All right, Leandro, take a damn seat! We're going to get this done right, so sit yourself down before I lose my temper!
[Leandro finally glares into the face of Johnson, hatred filling those crazed eyes. Jimmy Pez sneaks underneath the colossal arms of his client, peeping his head up and speaking into his own mic..]
Jimmy Pez: Actually, Ed.. I'll take the seat. As his manager, I think its best I read over this contract before anyone.
[Ed Johnson shoots Jimmy Pez a quick glare, despising the smart-ass mouth of Jimmy's. Its not long before Pez drops into the seat, tears the contract off the table, and places his feet up onto it! The crowd cheer Jimmy as he casually pulls out some reading glasses from his pocket, leaving his feet propped up in front of both The Grudge and Johnson. Suddenly, Johnson roughly shoves Jimmy's feet off the table and spits into his mic..]
Ed Johnson: Show me some damn respect, Pez! Just read the contract, explain it to your thick-skulled, half-wit client in Spanish and get him to mark an X on the fuckin dotted line!
[Jimmy stands up abruptly, but its only to stop The Beast from ripping the face off Ed Johnson! He slams both hands against the massive chest of Leandro, trying desperately to hold him back.. The Mexican Convict turns away, and paces his side of the ring like a maniacal caged bull. The Grudge just laughs a sinister laugh, observing the scene with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Leandro catches his eye, and stops in his tracks.. The two stare-off as Jimmy Pez quickly reads over the contract.. We hear a distant "LEANDRO! LEANDRO! chant catch on to the entire arena.. The Grudge ignores them, and Johnson cuts through the chant.]
Ed Johnson: Hurry it up, Pez.. These damn Texans need to get back home to screw around with their mothers cousins daughter! In other words their half-sisters!
[The crowd get real loud with jeers as Jimmy Pez ignores Ed Johnsons comment, and places the contract upon the table.. He hands Leandro a pen, and awaits his client to sign his dotted line. The Beast's eyes flash with insanity, as we all know he'd much rather plunge the pen deeply into the left ear of The Grudge. Lucky hes got Jimmy, who guides his eyes down to the contract.. The Mexican Convict signs the paper, and takes a few steps back.. His towering form looking down upon The Homicidal Creep. Ed Johnson speaks into his mic with a satisfied grin..]
Ed Johnson: Now, Grudge, if you need to take a moment to read--
[The Grudge keeps staring into the fierce eyes of Leandro, not even looking down to the contract, as he signs his name at the bottom. The crowd buzz, as without even a glance, The Grudge pushes the pen and paper away.]
Ed Johnson: Ok.. It's official! At Once Upon A Time in Mexico--
[Suddenly, The Grudge stands up and rips the mic out of Ed Johnsons hand! A look of shock and confusion passes over Johnsons face, as Grudge speaks into his mic with a calm voice.]
The Grudge: I have something I need to say to Leandro, right now. Not really a statement.. More of a warning!
[The crowd boo The Grudge loudly, as he stares deep into the crazed eyes of The Champion]
The Grudge: The time has come, Leandro.. It's only a matter of nights now before your Championship becomes MY Championship. That Sunday night will mark the end of your reign as Legacy Champion in the NLR.. And the beginning of The Grudge's era as the King of this mountain! You will find yourself lying defeated in your own pool of blood, unable to move or even completely understand what has befallen The Beast..
[The Grudge moves around the table as he speaks menacingly, his eyes still locked up on The Mexican Convicts. Leandro furrows his brow, his blood boiling with every small step The Grudge takes closer.. Jimmy and Johnson look from one man to the other, not sure what to do.. Not sure what might happen]
The Grudge: Enjoy your time as Legacy Champion, while you still can, Leandro.. Because I have come back stronger and more ready for battle than I've ever been before! Last time you caused me damage that I will never overcome.. This time I return the favour. I have aligned my power with my pain.. And a devastating defeat is all that awaits you now, Leandro!
[With that, The Grudge drops the mic to the mat and the crowd gets louder than ever! Both Leandro and The Homicidal Creep mutter words under their breath, as Grudge nears within feet of The Beast.. The tension in the air becomes almost unbearable, as The Grudge stands only inches from Leandro, staring up into his scarred face! Suddenly, The Grudge swings with a wild right fist and connects into the jaw of The Beast!! Leandro looks shocked but even more infuriated as he takes a step back from the impact.. Grudge looks crestfallen as his punch has not knocked Leandro down, and lunges onto The Legacy Champion throwing crazy right and left hooks into him! The Beast retaliates with his own punches and the brawl ensues!!]
JP: The volcano has erupted at last!!
Sully: Hit the deck, fans! Hit the damn deck!!
[Both Leandro and The Grudge roll around the ring, as the crowd explode with excitement! Both Jimmy and Johnson shout at the two, but know that their is little they can do now.. Both of these men are intent on murdering the other, and its gonna take a hell of a lot of men to tear them apart! Leandro shoves The Grudge off him, and both men now get to their knees, still struggling to belt into eachother.. A horde of security guards storm to the ring, as both The Grudge and Leandro are now brawling against the far turnbuckle. Dozens of security guards swamp the two men, and the ring becomes a blur of bold, yellow shirts.. Most of them try to contain The Beast, but find themselves falling victim to the attack! The crowd get real loud as both Leandro and Grudge turn the tide on the security guards, taking out as many as possible! El Mexicano Condena tosses a handful of them outside the ring, while The Grudge is doing the same on the other side! Finally, its only the two of them left inside the ring.. And they clash like two viscous animals!]
JP: Holy Hell!! I've never seen two men do this before!!
Sully: They've take out our entire security team, for the sole purpose of getting to eachother!!
JP: This rivalry is becoming more insane, more violent with every week!
[Both Leandro and The Grudge battle, throwing fists into eachother rapidly.. Until, The Beast takes Grudge down with a brutal clothesline! The Homicidal Creep looks dazed as Leandro tears him from the mat, roaring to the crowd, and places The Grudge's head between his legs.. Without hesitation, The Mexican Convict pulls The Grudge up in perfect Powerbomb position, turns around, and absolutely destroys the table with the body of the number one contender! The table splits in two under the force, and shards of wood fly everywhere! But Leandro hasn't let go of The Grudge's pants.. Still holding onto the body of his nemesis, The Beast uses his powerful arms to wrench Grudge's body back up.. And staggers blindly towards the ropes!]
JP: No!! God damn it, somebody stop him already!!
Sully: This is surely going to end the career of The Grudge!!
[El Mexicano Condena rushes forward now, literally throwing The Grudge off his shoulders, and over the top rope! Powerbombing him from his seven foot height, down to the cold, hard concrete outside! The Grudge lands with a sickening smack against the floor, his entire body crushing with the force! The crowd give a "Ooooooh!" in unison, before quickly starting up the "Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" chant..]
JP: My sentiments exactly! Get some help down here!
Sully: What has possessed this Beast? He's a cold-blooded killer, and The Grudge is suffering because
this whack-job isn't still behind bars! Screw security, get the police out here!
[The Legacy Champion stares down with intense, bloodshot eyes upon the wreckage. The Grudge's eyes are closed, and his body unmoving.. The crumpled heap that is the number one contender looks as lifeless as those who accommodate a morgue. The crowd mostly cheer for The Beast, but there is a fair amount that are genuinely worried for The Grudge's health.. The landing was brutal, and a quick replay reminds us. Leandro slowly walks back from the ropes, and his gaze finds the startled faces of both Ed Johnson and Jimmy Pez, who are now outside the ring. Johnson screams out for medics, as Jimmy Pez can only look at his client with a mixed expression. His face tells two stories.. Ones impressed. The other is absolutely scared beyond belief, for his and everyone else's safety. El Mexicano Condena looks from his manager to the Legacy Championship on the red carpet below him.. The Beast crouches down, and picks it up with one hand. Looking into the blood stains that both he and Gutter Rat left on the prestigious white-leather belt.. The final shot of Hysteria is of the medical team rushing to help The Grudge, and Leandro's emotionless face reflected in the gold and crimson plate of the Legacy Championship.]
JP: I'm lost for words, Sully..
