[ The NLR Logo flashes the screen... A garbage truck can be seen slowly patroling the parking lot, just outside the arena... The fans are in question untill after backing up near the back entrance, the brakes hiss, and out step Hate and Scorp in AoV coveralls... The fans cheer as Hate walks around to the back, looking as professional as a real garbageman... Once to the back, he reaches into the dumpster bed, and pulls out a big 2X4... He tosses it to Scorp, and reaches back in, and pulls out a bent, busted up, chair, and smiles... The camera pans out a little bit, and Hate looks over at Scorp and says... ]
Hate: Well bro... Tonight's the night... The WOC is set to find out that if they're gonna continue to fill our arena with their trash, that SOMEONE around here is gonna take that trash... Out....
Scorp: I got your back man... That Paradox shows up here tonight, and I swear....
[ WHANG!!! The 2X4 bounces off the bed opening with a sickening thud, as both men chuckle, and walk into the arena, as the Alliance of Violence walks into the show, as the musical intro begins... ]
"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 we take you to a sold out El Paso arena... The NLR cameras scan through the crowd, scanning along the homemade signs, being held up high by the excited fans.. "Grudge, NEW LEGACY CHAMPION"... "I'm Troy Knights' Bitch!!!"... "Bring Back The Midgets!!". The cameras take us to the the faces of the NLR commentary team. Both John Pilkington and Tim Sullivan look especially eager to get tonights show on the road tonight, and it is only amplified by the El Paso crowd... ]
JP: Good evening wrestling fans, and welcome to Hysteria!!! We're just two weeks out from Once Upon A Time In Mexico, and tonight we begin clawing and chewing our way into what will be the biggest event the NLR has had to date!!
Sully: Yeah, those people sniveling about the past will get their chance to snivel about the future, as Johnson has declared the ending reign of the Legacy Champion, and the only question remaining is will The Grudge make it to the PPV...
JP The Grudge suffered a beating, and had what was labeled "Severe" internal injuries last week, as an all out brawl insued when they set forth to officialy signed their contracts, and...
[ The music of Nine Inch Nails "Hand That Feeds" shuts JP up mid sentence, and the fans all boo as he comes down to the ring, lavishing in the fact that his creation, the NEXT LEVEL REVOLUTION has just been informed that their content is being brought into question from the network on which they air... He grabs a mic from a roadie, and is standing in the ring with the mic in one hand-and a briefcase in the other, waiting for the arena to quiet down so he can get the show, HIS show, on the road... ]
BIG Ed Johnson: Ladies and Gentlemen... Over the last week or so... A certain... other... promotion.... Let go SEVERAL of their biggest names.... Tonight... I am very pleased to announce the first-of what will be many new additions to the NLR... A superstar I signed away from the Constantines and their pathetic excuse for a wrestling company! A man whose own company Pro-Wrestling X, with one show, has taken the wrestling world by storm.... Controversy... That's what we like here in the NLR, and I know PWX likes that too! So who knows, one day we could see PWX and NLR taking down 'big daddy' WOC! A superstar that I will be bringing into the fold... Whos' namesake spoke the truth... A man-who in WOC.... Was a true...
PARIAH!
[The fans explode as the arena cuts to black as a low guitar chord can be heard...green lights circle the arena as the song picks up... ]
I don't want to fit in every cliche
[Pyro goes off as Metaphysical's "Solitary Confinement" begins to blare over the PA System]
Bouncing, I feel like bouncing
I don't want to fit in every cliche
[The crowd explodes as Pariah appears on the stage-wearing his usual black pants & a black PWX Logo tanktop.The crowd chants "Pariah" as he walks down the stage.]
You locked me in the room
[Pariah climbs into the ring and poses on the ropes as the song dies out. The crowd chants "Welcome Home!" over and over as he shakes hands with BIG Ed. A small pocket of people chant "You Got Fired"...]
BIG Ed Johnson: Welcome John to NLR-a real wrestling promotion. Now first...we're going to stick it to WOC and sign the official contract right here and now!
[He opens up the briefcase and pulls out the contracts and a pen-handing them to John. He looks them over before signing on the dotted line. He smirks-and then hands the papers back to BIG Ed.]
BIG Ed Johnson: Welcome to the NLR Roster. The floor is yours!
[He hands the mic as he climbs out of the ring. The fans chant "You Got Screwed" as Pariah takes it all in]
Pariah: EL PASO!
[The crowd errupts. Chants of "Pa-Ri-Ah" break out]
Pariah: You know-in this business-everyone wants to be your friend when you're on the top. But when the guys in charge find out an outsider is the top name in their company-they shit on you! And to say the least-during my latter months in WOC-I-along with several others-were shat on!
[The crowd chants "Fuck WOC"]
Pariah: I've said it again and again-this is a business where everyone wants to do a shoot-and by God. Constantine better watch out-cuz this is a fucking shoot! If you got your panties all twisted up by what Chaos said on PWX's show last Friday-then I'd go change the channel Jules-because I'm not pulling any punches this time!
[The crowd continues the "Fuck WOC" Chants - a few chant "Villie Likes Dick"]
Pariah: I know about the threats Jules-I know about the allegations brought on me by you. You got pissed at NLR-because they made your TOP NAME a more lucrative deal. You got pissed because one of your TOP NAMES decided to start a new promotion. Christ-and I think Vince hated competition.
[He pauses briefly-chuckling at his own joke]
Pariah: Ed said it himself-we like Controversy. We like excitement. I mean for having a show named "Anarchy"-you'd think your product we be a bit more exciting. A bit more entertaining. If you truely are 'Wrestlings Only Cause', then shit-I'm in the wrong profession!
[The crowd chants "WOC Sucks" and "Fuck Em Up John, Fuck Em Up"]
Pariah: That's why I've decided to sign with a truely SUPERIOR Promotion. That's why I've gotten the wheel's in motion for the most extreme revolution in the Wrestling World! See-no one cared about WOC-till I went and started PWX-and created the controversy that made WOC the number 1 fed in PX. Honestly Jules-your writing staff must of been taking lessons from a certain 80's star..if ya wheeeellll
[The crowd laughs and chants "Fuck The Fat Man"]
Pariah: You see-wars aren't won behind the keyboard. Revolutions weren't forged by sitting on your ass and pushing your GWA and SCWF 'boys'. They were won, forged, and created by people doing something new! In the coming months-there WILL be a Revolution-between PWX and NLR..and this revolution will take the business by storm-and ensure some of the best wrestling action EVER!
[He pauses for a moment-while the fans chant "PWX" Pariah signs his name to the NLR Brand, as Johnson takes a turn on the mic... ]
BIG Ed Johnson: WOC... Your days are numbered... You see, I'm not concerned with PWX stealing the roster I built, or invading my show, or even stealing my thunder... You cant stop the NLR... WEW couldn't, the financial errors of previous owners couldn't, and even the turning of it's very gradfather couldnt, so I'll be damned if "partnering" up with another federation, not in a merger mind you, but as a seperate company, under ONE BANNER, wouldnt do anything but add the numbers, and turn the tide... See, I called John here the other day with a proposition... Pariah needed an in with the boys from this crappy two-bit network we belong to, and I, well I just wanted to stick it to the boys at WOC again, and next week, I'll do it again... And at Once Upon A Time In Mexico, I'll simply do it again.... I'm going to bring it every week, until the WOC folds over like a hooker that just got punched in the gut by a man with sores on his face...
[ He hands the mic back to Pariah, who seems as eager to stick it to the WOC as the head of his new "Partner" Ed Johnson... ]
Pariah: Just wait till you hear what I got to say on PWX: Adrenaline this week. Trust me Jules-you won't like it! And remember this...if you're not part of the revolution-you're NOTHING! WOC made a mistake in firing me. In firing Black Jak. In firing Chaos. In firing Kory Matthews-and I will be DAMNED sure that this sin will be paid for! I will not be a martyr for the sins of others-but I will be a voice for the crusaders. Victims-Jules. Victims, aren't we all!
[Pariah drops the mic as "Solitary Confinement" reprises. The crowd chants "PWX" over and over before fading into a "NLR" chant. The screen fades out with Pariah posing on the ropes.]
JP: Oh My God!!!!
Sully: Can't we ever just have a relaxing week around here?
I don't want to have to be locked away
I don't want to be here every day
I'm all alone and solitary
I don't want to fit in every cliche
I don't want to have to be locked away
I don't want to be here every day
I'm all alone....
Between the walls you locked me in
Drooling, I'm insane, drooling
I'm left a drooling idiot
I don't want to have to be locked away
I don't want to be here every day
I'm all alone and solitary...
Because I'm not quite like you
You hate me because they do
Transparent, I can see right through you...
[ The lights dim in the arena as "Heart of Asia" by Watergate blasts out over the PA system. A mixture of boo's and cheers goes up from the fans as Naz makes his way out from under the titan-tron and raises his arms, and behind him comes the hottest signed former MWF talent to date, Tempest... They walk down the ramp to the ring, looking out into the crowd, before reaching up and pulling themselves onto the apron. They are planning a strategy as they step through the ropes, before standing in the center of the ring, awaiting their opponents... ]
JP: This will be the second time since agreeing to a match, that Troy Knight and Naz have met in tag-team competition... The last time they were, they never even had the opprotunity to even lock up, let's hope tonight is a different story from the same book, Sully...
Sully: Well, they're in the ring and we are just waiting on their opponents to make their way out now... Naz is back, and he looks as focused as I have seen in a long while.
JP: One half of their opponents, Troy Knight, has been a main stay in the NLR for quite a while, but had slipped from the public view for a while... The folks in the head offices have tried to resurrect one of the great feuds here in this match... Naz and Troy Knight would stop at nothing to destroy each other and lay claim to the other�s final demise...
[ The Arena is rocked as "Larger Than Life" by the Backstreet Boys hits the PA system, strobe lighting begins to illuminate the entranceway. The crowd lets out a loud roar of cheers as Troy Knight and Jason Storm appear at the top of the ramp way. As they proceed to the ring they tag a few fans hands on either side of the ramp way before sprinting towards the ring apron sliding into the legendary 4-Towered ring, each climbing the nearest ladder/buckle and looking deep into the crowd... Tempest and Naz each begin to beat on them before the bell rings and before they turn to the ring... Naz throws Jason Storm over the top rope, and into the guardrail as in the ring, Tempest lays heavy blows into a fallen Troy Knight. The bell rings... ]
JP: A quick start to the action, as the team of Tempest and Naz take an early advantage over their opponents. It is crystal clear that they mean business here tonight...
Sully: Everyone around this joint is so serious, I seriouisly am buying prozac for stocking stuffers for the roster this year...
[ Naz takes to the outside and continues his assault on Jason Storm. Inside the ring Tempest has Troy Knight in the corner, and is delivering a series of shoulder charges to the midsection... He celebrates, and then heads to the far corner. As he charges hard to the corner, Knight pulls himself up on the ladder and flips over Tempest as he jams his shoulder hard into the corner ladder... Naz is distracted by Tempest�s scream of pain and that opening is all it takes for a swift low blow by Storm. He hops up to the ring apron and delivers a bulldog to Naz on the concrete. In the ring Troy Knight has made his way to the far corner away from Tempest. As Tempest rises and turns, Troy hits him with a missile dropkick to the knee. Tempest hits the mat hard, as both his knee and shoulder seem to be separating at the sockets... ]
JP: Tempest taking a beating as Knight use some technical skill against him.
Sully: Well, outside the ring, Naz looks none the better, as Storm has bloodied his face good with the bulldog to the floor... That Storm... Johnson should just fire him... What a troublemaker...
[ Storm heads back into the ring to help out Troy. They both head to the ropes and come off at full speed as Tempest stands up. He ducks and turns around into a returning clothesline, crashing his head hard off the mat... Naz has made his way to the corner and quickly climbs the ladder and delivers a standing, hammer elbow to Troy Knight... He slides back out the side of the ring as Storm picks up Tempest and throws him over the top rope and onto the concrete, right at his partners feet... The two regroup at the count of eight, and at nine, it's Tempest and Jason Storm facing back off in the ring, but Tempest places a boot to the gut... ]
JP: An amazing show of offense by both teams. They are certainly putting up even more than we expected here..
Sully: And I doubt we have seen the end to the carnage as Tempest looks to be setting Jason Storm up for the The Epicentre...
[ Tempest grabs Storm and shoves his head under his arm, to the mixed reaction of the crowd whom he taunts. He goes for the lift, but is countered by a dropkick from Troy Knight, as Storm hoists him up... Clearly winded by using what reserve he had left, Storm falls to the mat, as well and both men are down. Meanwhile Naz has run around and he and and Knight are trading blows to the fans delight... Troy blocks Naz�s kick to the midsection with a leg grab and dragon screws him to the ground. Naz holds his knee in pain, as a loud cracking sound occurs... Storm makes his way to his feet and staggers to the ropes. Tempest does the same on the opposite side of the ring... Storm runs toward Tempest and takes a huge swinging lariat for his head. Tempest ducks and Storm flys by. When he rebounds off the ropes, Naz grabs his legs and Storm hits the mat with a thud, as Naz hops up, seemingly ok... Tempest takes advantage with a stiff elbow drop to the back of the head of Storm. He again signals for his finisher to the crowd. As he turns to mock his opponent, Troy Knight comes with a flying body press from the ladder. Tempest is caught, and is floored... Naz looks pissed, as he hops down, and walks over to the timekeeper, shoving him to the ground, and folds up his chair, before sliding into the ring... Inside the ring, Jason Storm has Tempest in a headlock, but falls to the ground, as Naz buries that chair in his back... The referee signals the DQ for Troy and Storm, as Naz again swings that chair on Storm, and he hits the mat solid...
Troy Knight comes in, firing right past Tempest, and landing on Naz, and the two begin wrestling back and forth, nearby, Tempest picks up the chair, and keeps several officials at ringside, at bay... Troy has gotten the upper hand, and tosses Naz over the top rope, to the floor below, but turns around into a mid-section shot!!! Tempest drops the chair, then DDTs' Knight dead center in the middle of the ring... He exits with JP screaming, Sully laughing, and the camera panning over the fallen winners of the tag match...
JP: Tempest and Naz have victimized Troy Knight and Jason Storm...
Sully: I have the feeling there is going to be hell to pay, once those two wake up, that's for damn sure....
[ Backstage, a group of smart 9 to 11 year olds are walking about the backstage arena, with a fine looking female teacher
accompanying them as the walk past various NLR props. The kids stare and touch at everything they walk past until finally, the few at the front of
the line stop and the teacher looks up. Standing before the kids, with his arms folded and with a large black trench coat of the future, is XVR. Some
of the kids startle at his unexpected appearance. ]
Hot Teacher: Um.. children, I believe this is one of the "wrestlers" as you put it.
Kid 1: Oh yeah it's that samurai dude!
Kid 2: He sucks, he's a jobber!
Kid 1: Jobber, what is that?
Kid 2: I dunno, my dad said it's something from the internet.
XVR: SILENCE INFERIORS!
[ XVR holds his hands out in a fighting pose at the
kids back away instantly, some recoil past the teacher's semi-short skirt.
XVR holds out one hand before him and then speaks.]
XVR: Who be you minors and what is your reason for standing before the man
who stands before you!
Hot Teacher: Well, er. what's his name?
Kid 1: XVR!!! You know..
Hot Teacher: Mr. XVR, we are simply on a field trip from Dallas, we couldn't
get to the show last week so NLR organized us backstage passes to see what
it's like behind the scenes.
XVR: Behind the scenes? Field trip? WHAT ARE YOU? XVR is a Strong Style
Samurai, he is not booked to compete in Hysteria tonight and you want to
know why?
Kid 2: You got your ass kicked by Hate and everyone else last week!
Kid 1: Yeah, you lost!
XVR: NO I DIDN'T! The team lost it for XVR. XVR was the winner of the match
but not in the minds and thoughts of all of you. It was somebody else but
the Strong Style Samurai never fell did he. Therefore, he is UNDEFEATED in
Next Level Revolution combat.
Hot Teacher: That's nice. Kids do you have any questions for Mr. XVR?
XVR: It's XVR woman! Wash your mouth out with acid you imbecile.
Hot Teacher: Hmph.
Kid 2: Hey XVR, I gotta question for ya. Where was the Strong Style Murder
you promised last week and why do you talk funny. Hey and what's with the
mask and the braids and the ponytail. Do your chops really hurt?
XVR: SILENCE! XVR is not going to belittle himself for kindergarteners! XVR
is a true samurai of the strong style sport. He is a legendary icon in the
battlegrounds of the world, through Northeast Asia, Antarctica, Ghana,
Dublin, Tasmania, Albuquerque - EVERYWHERE. XVR is a man of honor! One of
very few here in NLR and one that is fighting to keep it alive against those
who do not have it. Honor do you hear me? I will tell you something ---
[Just as XVR is rambling, the attention of the group
and teacher change to a figure walking past the group. Seeing as everyone is
bored of XVR except for himself, they all point and marvel as the man is
discovered to be Mobius. He stops as the kids surround him and the Teacher
begins to introduce herself.]
Kid 1: Wow it's Mobius!
Kid 2: I love this guy!
Hot Teacher: Ooooohhhh.
Kid 1: Mobius, can I get an autograph?!?
Kid 2: Mobius, you're one of my favourites!
[ Before Mobius can get a word out, XVR walks straight
up to him and pulls his arm, turning him around and standing face to face.
The kids are watching in between the two.]
XVR: Excuse me?
Mobius: Who the hell are you?
[ XVR slaps Mobius in the face and Mobius instantly
retaliates with a right hand but XVR pulls one of the kids in the way and
Mobius recoils his fist. XVR then pushes the kid aside and blindsides
Mobius, chopping away at his chest and back as he tries to fight back. The
kids in the distance are in marvel, they cannot believe what is happening
right in front of them.]
XVR: How dare you!
[ XVR punch rushes Mobius up to a wall and then pulls
him away from it. He slaps Mobius again and then swings him around, throwing
him right through the wall!]
Sully: Holy shit!
[ Mobius' legs dangle out of the foundations in the
wall as XVR dusts off his coat and faces the kids.]
XVR: Mobius. has no. honor.
[ The kids are in absolute shock and silence at what
just happened. None of them say anything and the teacher is just the same.
XVR looks back at Mobius and then at the kids, he goes to hit one of the
kids and they scream in terror as he fakes it and pulls away, laughing
sinisterly as he walks away]
Kid 1: Mobius are you okay???
[ The kids all gape at the hole in the wall as Mobius
pulls himself out of the wall, XVR is nowhere to be seen. ]
Sully: You know what, John... You were hired to work along side such a great talent that it's a wonder to every NLRs fans mind.. There will never be another Tim Sullivan....
JP: You got to be kidding me....
Sully: The Hell you say... You don't understand what it's like to be so talented and then be seated beside someone like yourself...
JP: Now listen here for a seco...
[ He's stopped by the sounds of "The Hand that feeds" By NIN blasting throughout the arena, as through the curtains, walk the GM BIG Ed Johnson with his enforcer, Mobius... The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos again as he walks out onto the stage and down the ramp smiling from ear to ear. He walks down to the ring and makes his way up the steps as Jackie Frazier announces him... ]
Jackie Frazier: COMING TO THE RING! THE NLR GENERAL MANAGER "BIG" ED JOHNSON!
[
[ BIG Ed gets in the ring and walks around for a moment looking at the sold out crowd... He asks Frazier for the microphone and Frazier hands him it and the music cuts as he lifts the mic to spea... He's standing there with his arms crossed with a grin on his face, Mobius is still reeling from the beating earlier, and drops his head down and looks at Johnson... ]
BIG Ed Johnson: Well Mobius, you seem to have had an unfortunate meeting in the back? Didn't you get the fax about not provoking the other superstars I sent you?
Mobius: Whoa there you little... Just who do you think your talking to?
BIG Ed Johnson: Mobius... I KNOW that I'm talking to someone who works for ME! And anyone that works for ME should watch his mouth!
Mobius: Now listen Johnson, I don't know who you think you are, but you better get out of my face before I have to MAKE you get out of my way...
BIG Ed Johnson: No Mobius... I've had to come to a few terms as of late, and one of them is the fact that you are not "Corporate" material.... The fact is, after watching XVR handle you in the back, Maxx, you're barely NLR material...
[ Johnson drops his mic, and begins to leave, but before he does, he turns around as Mobius is giving him a double "one finger salute"! Johnson walks out of the ring shaking his head as the fans errupt... As "Heart of A Champion" by Carman begins to play, Jackie Frazier begins to announce his opponent for the next match.. ]
Jackie Frazier: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 240 pounds and at a height of 6 foot 2, Ragonus!!
[ The fans cheer as Ragonus strides down the ramp. He has an angry look on his face as he slides in the ring. Jackie Frazier quickly makes way out of the ring, as Mobius comes running at Rags. The Referee signals for the bell as Mobius takes Ragonus down to the mat. Mobius starts pounding away with lefts and rights, letting his fustration do his talking for him... After a couple of cheap punches to the face, he gets up. He taunts and poses for the crowd, then turning his attention back to Ragonus... ]
Mobius: Get the funk up, you Retarded Grey-haired Freak!
[ Mobius indeed, starts to get up, but Mob rains down on him with kicks. Ragonus is now on all fours, and Mobius runs to the ropes, bounces off them, and hits him with a running kick to the ribs... Ragonus screams out in pain, with Mobius once again posing for the fans, who boo his underhanded tactics like the fickle bastards they are... He comes over to Rags and grabs him by the hair... While lifting him up from the mat, Ragonus breaks Mobius' hold and starts to throw punches at him... He backs the former "Enforcer" into the corner and gets on the third ladder rung... ]
JP: What is he gonna do now?
Sully: Hopefully lose his footing and bite it...
[ Ragonus begins to hammer down his right fist on the head of Mobius... The fans count with him, 1... Rags stops abruptly and jumps down from the ladder. He turns to face his opponent, but Mobius falls face down to the mat... Rags gets Mobius back up and puts him against the turnbuckle. He begins to give vicious, knife-edge chops to the chest.. ]
JP: My God!
Sully: Those don't hurt... Ragonus is practicly a broad....
JP: Well why don�t you get in the ring and take a couple of those, and let�s see if you change your mind!
[ Back in the ring, Rags just finishes up his chops to Mobius. He drags him over to the ropes and whips him, but Mobius reverses and throws Rags into the ropes. As he comes back, Mobius jumps up from the canvas, and hits Rags with a clothesline.... ]
JP: Smart move by Mobius...
Sully: Mobius isn't as smart as he thinks he is, or he wouldn't have pissed off the boss...
[ Cutting back to the action, Mobius launches off the ropes and lands a big right fist on the forehead of Ragonus... He finally goes for the pin, but Rags kicks out after a two count from the referee. Mobius tries to argue with him that it was a three count by cornering the ref, still angry... Rags gets up and charges at him... Sensing the attack, Mobius ducks out of the way as Ragonus gives a flying lariat to the referee... ]
JP: Oh My God!!! Ragonus just annihilated the official!
Sully: Medic!!! This is where it gets real interesting!
[ Ragonus, suprised, is knocked to the mat, then Mobius slides out of the ring... He looks under the ring and comes up with a folded chair... With the ref still out, Mobius gets back in the ring and knocks Rags'lights out with a baseball swing... ]
JP: That no good son of a bitch! He just used that chair to knock out Ragonus!
[ Suddenly, the fans begin to errupt... Out from the back comes XVR, who runs down to the ring with a steel chair of his own... He slides in and smacks the chair squarely in the back of Mobius. The sound of steel on flesh is deafening... ]
Sully: Oh my God! What in the hell has that idiot XVR done?
[ After a second shot to the back, XVR gets Mobius up, and then swings the chair hard into his skull. Instantaneously, blood gushes from Mobs' head.. Back in the ring, Rags is getting to his feet, as all of a sudden, �More Human Than Human� by Rob Zombie blasts from the P.A... ]
JP: Ladies and gentlemen! That�s the theme of�
Sully: Could it be?
[ Out comes the NLRs Rat Bastard, Gutter Rat, making his way down to the ring. He slides in the ring with his length of chain, and stands opposite Ragonus, XVR, and Mobius. He runs at XVR, and blasts him with a wrapped fist, sending him down, where he rolls out of the ring... Ragonus grabs him by the shoulder, and whips him around, but Gutter Rat, knocks him down to the mat... Gutter Rat turns his attention back to Mobius. After helping him up, he raises Mobius�s hand in victory., revealing a referees shirt underneath his now torn off denim top... But before the bell is rung, he takes a swing at the ribs of Mobius... Mobius goes down in pain, and Gutter Rat picks up Rags and drops him on top of the former NLR Enforcer, and drops to the count, 1�
"Big" Ed Johnson: And here is your winner by UNBIASED OFFICIATING FROM MY NEW "CORPORATE ENFORCER", Ragonus!!!
Sully: Wow, if he can do that good of a job as referee, just think what's gonna be involved with Leandro and The Grudge!!!
JP: It certainly seems to be a sign of things to come... Gutter Rat has returned.....
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3!!! As Big Ed Johnson comes out from the back, taking over Jackie Fraziers job... ]
[ The sound of gunfire echoes throughout the arena, as the music signifies the arrival of Gunman Stinger to El Paso.... He steps out and stops at the top of the ramp.
Jackie Frazier: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing first, from Hollywood California, weighing in at 276 pounds and at a height of six foot two: Gunman Stinger!
[ Stinger starts down the ramp towards the ring, rolling his shoulders and popping his neck all the way down. He then gets in the ring and slowly turns around, looking over the crowd as he waits. ]
JP: This is going to be a great match! Two young, hungry guys facing off against each other here!
[ Cowboy in me blares throughout the arena but noone appears in the entrance way.... Gunman Stinger stares in disbelif as no opponent comes... The music cues a second time... A third.... Still no sign of Derrick Faith.... But the Tron changes to the back, where we see a young Asian mans smiling face... He bows to the camera, and it pans back to, of all things, a fricken WEW shirt... Panning back farther, we notice that Faith is down and out at his feet.... Stinger stares in disbelif as the man, his student, his pupil, his friend is staring at him, not from WEW, but from the very back of the NLR arena... ]
Heero Suzuki Lee: Master... When I joined WEW, I joined to be tested, I joined WEW because I knew that I wanted to be something like you were in the MWF and now I am feeling the same thing you did when you were wrestling week in and week out. But it never stopped you because you always pushed yourself to the limit where you were at your best. At your Pay-Per-View, I will be seeing if I got what it takes to stand with the best of them... To you, Gunman Stinger...
[ Gunman Stinger exits the ring in a hurry, as Lee kicks the fallen Faith, then runs as security can be seen coming around the corner.... ]
JP: Heero Suzuki Lee, sending a message...
Sully: Well, it sure would be nice to see a NLR program with a few more NLR wrestlers, Christ almighty, it's become a madhouse around here, with all the invasioning going on...
Slowly I will bring the name Dragonblade Knight into the mix and slowly the shadow of GMS faded away from many people mind and now it is time to show everyone who is the Raigeki Soldier really is. When People chant my name, it shall bring my power level to its ultimate level that it has ever been because as long as the fans support me in the match I shall never lose... See you, Master... In Mexico...
[As we come back from commercial, the crowd notices something. Their attention is drawn to a section of the crowd. It's clear something is going on. A few seconds later and we see WoC Dark Champion, Joey Average, hoping over the guardrail. By his side is Vegas Boy. The two men are greeting with alot of jeers from the crowd. Both men slide in the ring. They keep looking around, expecting to be tackled by security or something of that nature. Vegas grabs the mic from the ring announcer and chases him out of the ring.]
Vegas: You turd monkeys need to shaddup and listen!
[Jeers from the crowd.]
Vegas: The mother fu*king Dark Champion has something to say so listen the fu*k up!
[Louder jeers.]
Vegas: I SAID SHUT UP BEFORE I COME OUT THERE FU*K THE LIVING SHIT OUTTA EACH AND�.
[The crowd, laughing hysterically at the threats from the 150 lbs monster, is silenced for a moment as Joey Average grabs the mic from Vegas.]
Joey: You shut up, you schmuck! Now I don�t have a lot of time because the bigwigs here in the NLR are going out of their way to keep us away from Hysteria. So before they run out here with their bug spray and scrotum zappers�.
[Scrotum zappers?]
Joey: I�ll say what I have to say. Ragonus, I showed your sorry ass last week that looks can be deceiving. While you are all about honor and respect and shit, I am all about the three B�s�. Booze, Bongs and Beatings!
[A small pop from the crowd, especially the stoner and drunken types.]
Joey: You wanted this fight so badly? You got the damn fight. It�s gonna be �Little� Joey Average, the WoC Dark Champion versus Ragonus, the NLR�.
[Vegas whispers something in his ear.]
Joey: Ahh yes, it�s Ragonus� The TCW Excess Champion!
[A loud chorus of jeers rings out.]
Joey: You interrupted the crowning of the TCW Grand Master Champion of the Universe; you took away our champion so I did the next best thing� I made you our champion when put the TCW colors on that title of yours last week!
[Even more jeers.]
Joey: So, you want me and I want you�.
Vegas: Dude�.
[Laughs.]
Joey: Shut up, dingus. We are gonna fight so why the hell should we wait? Who knows when we will get a chance to dance? Why not do it, oh I don�t know�. This week on Anarchy?!?!
[A scattering of boos, from fans who want to see the match happen on Hysteria, and cheers, from fans who are just happy to see the match happen. Suddenly Heart of a Champion by Carman plays as out steps not Ragonus but his wife and manager Rachel Smit. She smiles to the crowd as she stands on the entrance ramp.]
Rachel: Look Average I am really not used to do this sort of thing but maybe if you WoC pests had better timing you would have seen Ragonus has had a very important match already here tonight so he doesn't have time to answer you himself. However rest assured at Anarchy there will be a NLR invasion. See I figure what better way to show Ragonus could wipe the floor with you then if his training partner, who isn't even a trained wrestler mind you, took our your personal mook.
Average: Vegas versus the next best thing to Ragonus. Sounds good. So who is this guy?
Rachel: ME!
Vegas: Wait I ain't fighting a girl.
Rachel: But aren't I the same girl that helped punk you guys out two weeks ago on your own show?
Vegas: That's right. You are on woman!
[With that Rachel smiles as she walks to the back NLR security rushing past her as they get ready to "escort" the TCW out of the building. ]
[The NLR-A-Tron shows a backstage hallway, before two men brawl just
past the camera! Kyle Bauer is really beating on Steven Douglas, and
he grins slightly, before whipping Douglas hard into the wall. Douglas
hits Bauer in the gut whenever he goes to pick him up, and hits him on
the back of the neck as the two go back and forth through the hallway.
Kyle Bauer goes to whip Douglas, but brings him back and Drop-Toe
Holds him face first into the wall!]
JP: We need security!
Sully: Douglas may need a new nose!
[Kyle drags him to his feet, as He punches Douglas in the face again
on his broken nose. The camera follows at the two near a door, as Kyle
slams him into the door, causing it to swing open.]
JP: Security to the Parking Lot!
Sully: Shush. I'm enjoying seeing Douglas gets whats his!
[Kyle then connects with a running knee to the ribs of Douglas, before
hitting him multiple times on the back of his neck and at the base of
his spine, but Douglas grabs him and rams him into a wall, both men
going down to one knee.]
JP: Ouch!
Sully: That had to have hurt.
[Kyle grabs him and delivers an upper cut, sending Douglas reeling.
The camera pans at the two continue to brawl in the parking lot,
showing a nearby garbage truck. Kyle grabs Douglas's head, and puts
his head under his jaw and snaps backwards, nearly breaking Douglas's
jaw!]
JP: That may've knocked Douglas out!
Sully: Yeah, well it's not every day you take this kind of punishment!
[Kyle then grabs Douglas's arm, and begins to kick him in the ribs,
sending Douglas rolling away. Kyle then drags him to his feet, and
whips him into the side of the garbage truck. Douglas stumbles
incoherently into an impaler DDT style move, driving Douglas into the
concrete, grating his face on the rough ground.]
JP: When will this madness end?
Sully: End? This is the NLR! It'll never end!
[Kyle drags a bloodied incoherent Douglas up, and slams the older
wrestlers head off the side of the Garbage truck, Before rolling him
in, taking a moment to get his breath.]
Kyle Bauer: You know, we have something we do with trash like you!
JP: Don't do it!
[Kyle presses the button on the rear end of the truck, as the crowd
goes insane!]
Sully: He did it!
JP: Someone get an ambulance!
[Kyle stumbles back through the door, grinning to the camera, as Scorpion
hops out the front of the truck, noticing the smunching noise being made.]
Scorpion: Hey!!!
[ He stops the masher, but gets a really queasy look on his face when he peers into the back... ]
['Welcome To the Jungle' by Guns N' Roses hits the PA System, as
Panther springs from behind the curtain, spinning, and then pointing
out into the crowd. The crowd cheers for him as he sprints down the
ramp, sliding into the ring, and going up to midtower, raising his
hands to the crowd. They cheer back, but all that cheering turns to
jeers upon hearing 'Liberate' by Disturbed hit the PA system.]
Jackie Frazier: His opponent.. the 4-Towers Champion! 'The Demon Knight'.. Fear!
[Fear grins, walking on the stage, before turning around, and pointing
to Payne as she comes out from the curtain. She poses with Fear,
giving him a peck on the cheek, before both go down to the ring. Fear
gets in the ring, and the bell rings as the two go to grappling right
away.]
JP: Fear looks set!
Sully: For another victory!
[He pushes Panther into the corner, and slaps him on the face
playfully, grinning. The crowd jeers, and Panther kicks him in the
midsection, scaling to midtower, tugging on the arm of Fear, going for
an early Tornado DDT!]
JP: Panther is going high risk here!
Sully: Do it!
[Fear picks him up and guillotines him off the top rope. Panther holds
his throat, and Fear grins. He picks him up, holding him up in the
air..]
JP: What a show of power! Fear usually can't go on the power game, but
here he's free to!
Sully: Yeah!
[He drops him skull first into the mat with a stalling brainbuster.
Panther holds his head, and Fear stands up, grinning. He then picks up
Panther, and tugs hard, whipping Panther hard at the tower. Panther
connects with it, and flies through the middle ropes to the outside,
holding his head.]
JP: Ouch!
Sully: Panther is in a bad way in the opening minutes of the match!
[Panther struggles in the ring on his stomach, but Fear keeps him down
with stomps to the back and neck. He then picks up Panther and places
him on the top rope, signalling to the crowd that he's going to end
it! He picks him up, going for a superplex.. Panther fights his way
out, causing Fear to go crashing to the mat.. He goes to get up but
Panther comes off the top rope with a flying headscissor! The roof
comes off the El Paso Arena! Fear lies on the ground, nearly dead from
the high risk move.]
JP: Major league headscissor there!
Sully: But it will take more then that to beat Fear!
[Panther runs at Fear, taking him down with another headscissor
takedown. Fear holds his head, as Panther bounces off the ropes,
dropping a leg across the neck of Fear. He then slides in, hooking the
leg.. 1.. 2.. No! Fear kicks out!]
JP: A lot of hard hitting moves fast!
Sully: Not enough to put away Fear, though.
[Panther picks him up, before DDTing him hard into the mat. He seems
to be in complete control.. He bounces off the ropes, going for a
springboard moonsault, but Fear catches him and drops him with a
Tombstone Piledriver! The crowd goes silent as Panther lies spread
eagle on the mat.]
JP: HOLY SHIT!
Sully: No way did he just tombstone him out of mid air!
JP: That's got to be it!
[Fear hooks the leg.. 1.. 2.. Panther's arm is touching the rope!]
JP: He's still alive!
Sully: Somehow! Some way! He just wormed out of a tombstone piledriver!
[Fear can't belleive it.. The ref can't belleive it. The crowd can't
belleive it! The entire arena can't belleive it! Fear shakes his head
at Panther, picking him up, and tossing him off the ropes.. Panther
with a high leapfrog, he turns around and kicks Fear in the chest,
once, twice.. Fear catches his leg and sends him violently to the mat
with a dragon screw leg whip!]
JP: Every time Panther gets some momentum, Fear shuts it down!
Sully: He'll have to try harder!
[Fear puts his head inbetween Panther's legs, and pulls him straight
up, and goes for a powerbomb, but Panther realises what's hapepning,
and lays a few right hands straight into the nose of Fear, causing his
legs to go out, and Panther to land on his chest, knocking the air
from his lungs! Panther drags him up, connecting with a Diamond
Cutter! He stays on him with some stomps, then a dropsault, landing on
Fear with the splash! 1.. 2.. No! Fear STILL kicks out. Panther seems
very frustrated.]
JP: Theres got to be a way he can do it!
Sully: You never know!
[Panther drags Fear over to the corner, making sure he's clear of the
ropes, then scales to mid tower, making the claw taunt! The crowd goes
beserk!]
JP: It's time for the panther pounce!
[Panther unfortunetly, wasn't expecting Fear to get up, and he climbs
up, laying a few right hands into the skull of Panther.. He then
connects with a twist of fate off the ladder! The crowd goes silent at
another rough bump taken by Panther, as he lies there, holding his
neck. Fear hooks the leg.. 1.. 2.. 3.. Yeah. This one is over.]
JP: Sheesh.. I'm shocked..
Sully: That had to have permanantly injured Panther..
[The crowd cheers as an EMT comes down, placing Panther on the
stretcher.. but Fear was just wating for that, throwing both medical
workers from the ring.. then taking the board and placing it so
Panther's head sticks out from the bottom rope, leaving that neck
open.. then he gets up on the apron and drops a leg onto Panther's
throat! The crowd jeers as the stretcher snaps up, into the ropes,
causing it to slingshot back down. Panther is holding his neck,
bleeding from the mouth.]
JP: Dear god! Someone stop Fear!
[Panther is in bad shape as Fear grabs him again, placing the
stretcher up against the tower.. then runs in with a clothesline,
knocking the daylights out of Panther. He lies face down on the mat,
as 'Liberate' by Disturbed plays through the arena, as Fear and Payne
head back up the ramp to the loudest jeers of the whole show!]
Jackie Frazier: Ladies and Gentlemen, The following match is the Main Event...
At the combined weight of 1000 pounds, Hate, Sinnocence, and
Bones McCoy!
[The crowd all stands up to their feet to boo at once, as 'All my
Hate' by Korn hits the PA system, as Hate, Sinnocence, and Bones all
makes their way down to the ring, all congregating in the center of
the ring, having a last minute strategy talk. They all snap around at
once as 'Cancion Del Mariachi' by Los Lobos and Antonio Banderas hits
the PA system. The jeers quickly turn to cheers..]
JP: Folks, this was not slated to be the main event, however, Steven Douglas has been rushed to a nearby hospital...
Sully: Yeah, I bet THAT's gonna be sanitary....
Jackie Frazier: And their opponent, Standing at 7' 2'', weighing in at 418
pounds.. The Legacy Champion.. LEANDRO!
[Leandro and Jimmy Pez emerge from the curtain, marching down to the
ring. Leandro slides in the ring, as the bell sounds, and quickly Hate
and Bones do a double clothesline to knock the big man down, and all
three begin stomping on Leandro, but the ref gets some order in the
ring, telling Bones and Sinn to go to the corner. They agree, and
Leandro stands up to full height, staring down at Hate.]
JP: I don't envy Hate right now!
Sully: No one in the arena does!
[Leandro clasps his hand around the throat of Hate and picks him up,
letting out a battle cry and throwing him to the mat with massive
choke slam! Leandro then picks him up to his feet, and tosses him off
the ropes. Hate comes back into a back toss, sending him soaring
through the air. Hate lands, and sits up, eyes open wide in pain.]
JP: It'd take more then these three to beat Leandro!
[Leandro then stares down at Hate, but Sinn, having had enough, begins
to distract the ref. Bones comes through the middle rope, as Hate
delivers a low blow to the beast, both men then begin pummeling
Leandro. Jimmy Pez begins squaking for the ref to turn around, and he
turns around to watch as Leandro grabs both Hate and Bones and knocks
their head together with deadly force!]
Sully: Ouch!
JP: None of them stand a chance!
[Leandro then grabs Bones and throws him into the corner, then begins
to deliver chops and right hands, but Hate, ever thinking, comes up
from behind, using a school boy, and putting his feet on the top
rope.. 1... 2.. No! Leandro powers out. Leandro then begins to deliver
right hands to Hate, before picking him up from behind, going near the
ropes, and tossing him over the top! Hate lands with the sound of
flesh meeting the padded concrete, as he tries to pry himself up, as
the crowd goes nuts! Bones comes into the ring, and tries to combat
Leandro, only for Leandro to take him down with a clothesline, pick up
the lighter McCoy, and toss him over the top rope too! He lands on
Hate, before rolling into the barrier.]
JP: Legacy Champion in big control!
Sully: I'm telling you, he can't be stopped!
[Of course, Leandro in his blind rage, doesn' see Sinnocence coming
off the top rope with a dropkick, which sends Leandro through the
middle ropes and outside of the ring. She then grins to the crowd,
going over to the ropes, doing a slingshot tope over the top rope,
landing on Leandro, taking him down again!]
JP: Out of all the people in this match, you wouldn't expect Sinn to
be the one to change the pace of this match!
[Hate and Bones are now up, and all three of them form a link, and
whip Leandro at the ring post! Leandro colides, and stumbles off,
leaning on the barrier for support.]
JP: A triple team whip! This is just what they needed!
Sully: You never know what Leandro is going to do though, and that
didn't even take him down!
[Hate picks up Leandro and smashes his head off the barrier, before
rolling him into the ring. He picks up Leandro, who drops him with a
clothesline. He then roars to the crowd, who cheers back. He places
Hate between his legs, Powerbombing him.. Before picking him back up
and dropping him again on the back of his neck! Hate squirms twords
his corner, Leandro allowing him to make the HOT HOT HOT tag to Bones,
who comes in swinging. A few right hands to Leandro, before whipping
him across the ring. Leandro comes back into a hip toss, before Bones
locks in an arm bar. Leandro roars, unable to free the hold, and Jimmy
Pez begins slapping the ring with his hands.. the crowd slowly gets
behind Leandro as he works his way up, breaking the arm bar, and
connecting with a huge big boot to the face of Bones!]
JP: Leandro broke the arm bar!
[Leandro then drags Bones up, and Jimmy Pez begins shouting 'Kill him!
Kill him!' audible enough for the ring side microphones to hear.
Leandro then locks the arms of the smaller man, and begins to bash him
with headbuts, the crowd counting along.. one.. two... three.. four..
five.. Bones is busted open.. six.. seven.. eight.. nine.. ten! He
finally releases, and Bones topples to the mat. Leandro reaches up
with his hand, whiping Bones' blood off his forehead. Sinn and Hate
look on in sheer horror as Leandro places Bones on the top rope, and
then throws him half way across the ring!]
JP: Bones in a really bad way, here..
Sully: With Pez in Leandro's corner, he's unstoppable!
[Leandro drags him to his feet, and holds him up in the air with a
stalling suplex, blood running from Bones' forehead, dripping to the
mat.. Luckily, Hate comes in and boots Leandro in the midsection, and
Bones, out of pure desperation, turns it into a swinging vertical DDT,
landing Leandro on the top of his head! Leandro nearly folds in half.]
JP: Dear god!
Sully: That could've broken Leandro's neck or compressed his spine..
or something!
[Leandro looks to be.. for the first time in his carreer, unconcious.
Bones struggles, only able to crawl over to his corner, and makes the
tag to the only fresh member of his team.. Sinnocence. She comes in,
and begins to pick away at the remainder of the Beast, with stomps and
elbow drops, Leandro is slowly working his way to his feet, before
Sinn stomps on the back of his head. The 'Leandro' chants start up,
but it's not enough to get the Beast up to his feet. Leandro is up to
one knee, Sinn, grinning, runs at the ropes, does a handstand, bounces
off the ropes and slingshots back with a flying elbow into the skull
of Leandro! Leandro goes down again.]
JP: Wow, I've never seen Leandro in this sort of rut before, something
may be seriously wrong!
Sully: You never know!
[Sinn then struts over to the corner, and tags in Hate, who comes in
to pick up the pieces. Thrusting Leandro between his legs, he lets out
a war cry, and then drags Leandro up, and connects with a modified
running powerbomb/piledriver!]
Sully: Medic!
JP: Look at the strength of Hate!
[Hate topples down to one knee, holding his back, as Leandro is
reeling. Bones is still lying in the corner, bleeding, and Sinn is the
only able member of the team. Struggling to his feet, holding his
back, he hooks the leg of Leandro..]
JP: It can't be!
Sully: It just might..
[1.. 2.. NO! The crowd erupts as Leandro kicks out! Hate begins to
argue with the ref, and the crowd is still cheering... ]
[Leandro pushes McCoy and Sinnocence to the canvas. He heads toward Hate and nails him with a massive clothes line spilling Hate to the floor outside the ring.]
J.P.: Hate to the floor.
Sully: What the?
[Suddenly from the backstage area Paradox from the WoC runs down carrying a baseball bat.]
J.P.: Its Paradox!
Sully: She isn't supposed to be here.
[As Leandro continues his assult on Sinnocence and McCoy, Paradox runs down to the ring, as Hate gets to his feet he is met with a baseball bat to the ribs.]
J.P.: She is trying to take Hate out!
Sully: Hate has taken Paradox out of her last two matches here recently at Boiling Point and this past Thursday at Anarchy.
[Hate falls to a knee as Paradox brings another blow of the bat to the lower back of Hate.]
J.P.: Get security out here!
[Security runs down just as Paradox is about to take a shot to the melon of Hate. They grab the bat from her just in time.]
Sully: Get her ass outta here!
[Hate is coming to his feet as Paradox escapes the grasp of NLR security and runs and knees Hate in the grapefruit. Hate hits his knees. Paradox runs through the crowd and out the arena. Leandro slowly
gets up, holding his head. Hate doesn't see him. Hate turns around,
eyes as wide as half-dollar pieces as Leandro picks him up, does a
standing switch to get behind him, and picks him up in a reverse bear
hug, squeezing the life from him.. Leandro drops him with the Convict
Suicide! Sinn comes in, but Leandro grabs her, and throws her from the
ring without effort. Bones kicks Leandro in solar plexus though,
sending the air from his lungs, and connects with the Warp Driver!]
JP: This is just chaos!
Sully: Leandro gets a second finishing move!
JP: But the legal man is Hate, and Hate looks dead!
Sully: You know, I bet Hate really HATES Leandro. Eh?
JP: Nothing.
Sully: Eh??
JP: Stop it.
[Thank god, the announcers are interrupted with Bones placing the arm
of Hate over Leandro.. 1... 2... No! Leandro gets the shoulder up! The
crowd looks on in amazement, as Leandro sits up, and stares at
Bones..]
JP: Uh oh..
Sully: He's US Military, Leandro! You can't hurt him!
JP: Leandro could care less about Military, it could take an army to stop him!
[Leandro, with a sick glint in his eyes, grabs the injured Bones, and
then holds him waaay up in the air, before dropping him, guillotining
his throat off the top turnbuckle! The crowd goes insane as Bones
rolls out of the ring, holding his neck. Leandro turns around to a
boot to the midsection from Hate, and then he goes to deliver the
running piledriver again, trying to hoist Leandro up.. but fails. His
back gives out, and Leandro powers up, and then DROPS him with an
Alabama Slam! He hooks the leg..]
JP: That's GOT to be it..
[1.. 2.. 3, just as Sinn slides in the ring to try and break it up.
Leandro roars to the crowd, but Sinn has a chair, and smacks it
against the face of Leandro. Leandro stumbles, going down to one knee.
She hits him with it again, and this time Hate is getting up, he takes
the chair and really CLOCKS Leandro with it! The crowd is booing, as
now the team of Bones, Hate, and Sinn continue to pummel him.. The
bell has ringed multiple times.. but to no avail.]
JP: This needs to stop!
Sully: They have the Legacy Champion where they want him!
[Suddenly, Kyle Bauer slides into the ring, and taps Hate on the
shoulder.. he turns around right into a super kick! Hate goes down
like a sack of bricks, and Bones comes charging. Kyle quickly dodges
his charge, and then connects with a dropsault, sending Bones out of
the ring. Kyle then turns and does the same to Sinn sending her out of
the ring. Jimmy Pez gets the Legacy Title from the ref as Leandro
slowly gets up, staring at Bauer.]
JP: Uh... Oh..
[Kyle then shakes his head, grinning at Leandro. He rolls out of the
ring, and marches his way up the ramp.]
JP: Something tells me that's an alliance that WONT last
[ The end of the night, Johnson is in his office, across the table from two men in suits... He looks really upset... ]
"Big" Ed Johnson: You're kidding me, right?
Man 1: Mr. Johnson, I never kid... As I was saying... Because of the "content" of your programming has been called into question, the WOC has asked the PX Network to pull tonights tapings for a strict review before allowing it to air...
"Big" Ed Johnson: So this was all Jules' doing? Well, sir... You can call Jules and tell him to kiss my ass... You can tell those morons at the PX to...
Man 2: Look pal, we have the tape, we're going... We're not telling anyone anything, we work for the PX, not you, so in effect, you can kiss OUR collective ass... Now, if you play it straight, you will be allowed to actually air your show, after a very lengthy examination of the content of this show...
"Big" Ed Johnson: It's supposed to air TONIGHT!!!!
Man 2: Well, we've been instructed to tell you that if you can walk the line, that Wednesday is the earliest that Hysteria can be shown....
"Big" Ed Johnson: They Wouldn't DARE!!!!
[ Show goes off the air.... ]
