[ �Anarky� by Kmfdm welcomes us back from commercial and has the fans in a frenzy. The sold out Corel Center greet The Grudge with an uncharacteristically warm accolade. The Grudge walks out onto the stage and heads down the ramp to the ring, not slowing his pace for a second. The Grudge has an almost worried expression on his face, keeping his head down as he walks down the ramp. His eyes tell a story of deep thought. ]

JP: We�ve seen a different side of The Grudge these past few days Sully!

Sully: Ya, this is certainly not the Grudge we�ve all grown accustomed to.

JP: Well he�s stood up for the fan favorite Naz and his quest to return to the NLR after having been fired by NLR CEO Marcus Anderson.

Sully: It was a move that caught us all off guard and was more than uncharacteristic of him.

JP: I think he finds himself at a cross roads right now. He�s torn between his feelings and his career. Grudge idolizes Naz and has for quite some time. Marcus Anderson has put him in a position where he now has to make a choice that no one should be forced to make.

Sully: I don�t know, I�m still a little sketchy about all of this. Since when does The Grudge have a conscience?

JP: Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news Sullivan, but he is human after all!

Jackie Frazier: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! It is for the Next Level Revolution�s Legacy Championship number one contender�s spot. Weighing in at 6 foot 4, 235 pounds, hailing from Los Angeles, California, he is the Legacy Title number one contender. He is �The Homicidal Creep�; The Grudge.

[ The Grudge reaches the ring and heads directly to the corner. He leans back into one of the Towers and with his head just slightly lifted, The Grudge locks his eyes on the ramp. As the sounds of Kmfdm fade, there is a brief silence to build up the anticipation within the crowd. Moments later, Watergate�s �Heart of Asia� blasts throughout the arena, and the fans explode! ]

JP: The man of the moment here in the NLR folks!

Sully: He�s been making headlines to rival our Legacy Champion for the last few weeks and live here tonight, he gets the chance to return to the big leagues.

JP: He was exiled 13 days ago today, and on this unlucky numbered day, Naz has his last chance! Speaking of Naz, here he comes!

[ Naz slowly walks out onto the stage, his head down as well, paying not attention to the sold out crowd screaming his name. Naz pauses at the top of the ramp. He keeps his head down for a second, before throwing his arms into the air and letting out an invigorating yell. Naz then charges down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope, into the ring. Naz moves to the center of the ring, locking eyes with The Grudge. The two exchange a stare, saying more than words ever could. ]

Jackie Frazier: And in the ring now, weighing in at 5 foot 1, 195 pounds, hailing from New Delhi, India. The �Bengali Tiger�; Naz! If Naz wins this match, he will also earn himself an official Next Level Revolution contract, as per guaranteed by NLR CEO, Marcus Anderson.

JP: And it is now official! These two will duke it out for a shot at Leandro�s title and Naz�s spot here in the NLR!

[ The Grudge walks out of the corner and meets Naz in the center of the ring. The two lock gazes, but don�t say a single word to one and other. Naz extends his hand for a hand shake, never taking his eyes off of The Grudge. The Grudge pauses for a second, knowing that Naz�s hand is extended to him, but he too keeps his eyes fixated on the man in front of him. After much anticipation, The Grudge thrusts his hand forward and briefly, but firmly shakes Naz�s hand before throwing it down and stepping back. The Grudge tilts his neck on either side, cracking it in the process, and Naz nods his head, ready for action. ]

JP: Let�s get it on!

Sully: The wait is over, it�s make or break time!

[ Naz waits for the sound of the bell and jolts towards Grudge when he hears it. Like a sprinter off the line, Naz charges full speed at Grudge, who sees the attack coming and throws his boot into the air, driving his foot into Naz�s stomach. Naz doubles over and Grudge grabs hold of his head with both hands and then quickly jerks it backwards, throwing Naz down to the ground. A hesitant look comes across Grudge�s face as he steps away from Naz who is holding the back of his head, wincing in pain. ]

JP: Uh oh, The Grudge looking hesitant here.

Sully: Thank you Captain Obvious!

[ The Grudge shakes off the hesitation quickly and turns back to Naz, but turns right into a running lariat and gets knocked down to the mat. Naz however does not share that same hesitation, and jumps onto The Grudge quickly and starts rifling off hard right hands. The ref quickly comes over and tries to pry off of The Grudge but the intensity of Naz is threw the roof and he gets in a half dozen more shots before the ref manages to wrap his arm around Naz�s chest and pull him off, not without a throwing down a stiff kick on his way up. ]

Sully: Some thank you!

JP: What?

Sully: Naz sure knows how to show gratitude, doesn�t he? The Grudge comes out, sticks up for him, and then doesn�t even know if he�s willing to go through with this match, and THIS is how he gets thanked.

JP: Sullivan, you know as well as Grudge does that this means the world to Naz. Grudge shouldn�t have expected Naz to not bring an intensity of this level. He needs a contract and The Grudge is the only thing in his way.

[ The ref releases his grip on Naz, Naz quickly runs back to Grudge, who was almost back on his feet, and forces him into one of the corners with another fury of punches. Grudge posts up a defense by trying to block the punches with his arms, but to no avail. Once again the ref gets into Naz�s face trying to pull him apart. ]

JP: Naz has better watch himself, I understand the need for intensity here tonight, but he doesn�t want to get himself disqualified.

Sully: Get him out of there ref, come on do your job!

[ Before the ref is forced to pull apart Naz, the Grudge throws up his arms and grabs hold of Naz by the neck. Using his distinct size advantage, Grudge spins himself out of the corner and places Naz in his place. Grudge the cocks back and delivers a straight punch square to the middle of Naz�s face, busting his nose open! Blood starts pouring from Naz�s nose and the ref rushes over and scolds Grudge! ]

JP: This thing is erupting in to a street fight!

[ Naz�s eyes water and he is visibly trying to collect himself, but this time Grudge will not give him enough time to do so. Grudge takes a run towards Naz and once he reaches the corner throws up his knee and drives it into Naz�s chest. Nax bounces back onto the ladder and then out of the corner. He stumbles near the center of the ring. He doesn�t get far though, as Grudge reaches out grabbing Naz by the head once again, this time from behind. Grudge then sits himself down onto the mat, keeping a firm grip on Naz, thus slamming the back of his head down onto the mat. The Gurdge slips overtop of Naz and hooks his leg. ]

Sully: Busted nose and all, Naz is fading quick here!

JP: Hook of the leg �

[ The ref drops down � 1 � 2� no! Naz kicks out and pushes the Grudge off of his chest. Naz sits up and check the blood leaking from his nose, as he does so, The Grudge gets to his feet. Grudge walks over to Naz and pulls him to his feet. Grudge then pushes Naz against the ropes, but his attempt is reversed by Naz who whips himself around shifting the momentum and sending Grudge across the ring. The Grudge bounces off the ropes and comes back at Naz who jumps up into the air and hits a big missile drop kick onto Grudge, knocking him to the mat. Naz moves over to Grudge�s leg and locks him into a single leg boston crab. Grudge screams out in pain as Naz sits down onto Grudge�s back, firmly gripping his knee and lower quad. ]

JP: And just like that Naz has taken control of this match.

[ The ref checks on Grudge as he reaches out for the ropes but they are simply out of his reach. Grudge stretches out and is mere millimeters from the ropes when Naz repositions himself and drags Grudge to the center of the ring. A look of frustration and pain, combine across Grudge�s face before he screams loudly and extends his legs forcefully launching Naz off of his back, and half way across the ring. ]

Sully: Did you see that?

JP: An impressive display of strength from Grudge there! He isn�t the number one contender for no reason.

[ Grudge struggles to his knees, holding the attacked leg. Knowing what�s on the line, Naz waists little time, and gets right back on the attack, or at least he tries. Naz rushes Grudge again and bear hugs him, then tries to quickly throw the Grudge over his head, looking for a belly to back suplex, but Grudge�s size difference as well as ring awareness prove to be too much. Grudge grabs the top rope on his way up, which stops him from going anywhere. The ref moves over and tells Naz to break the hold, because Grudge has the ropes, but Naz, again, pays no attention and violently pulls Grudge backwards once again, catching him off guard this time, and succeeds in his suplex. As the Grudge gets lifted into the air his arms go up and accidentally hit the ref in the head, sending him flying as well. The Grudge lands hard on the back of his head on one side of the ring and the ref lands in a heap on the other. ]

Sully: Look at that cheater! Again he ignores the ref, and now he causes the Grudge to knock him down! He�s going to cheat his way into the NLR!

JP: The ref is down, anything goes now!

[ Naz is a little disoriented, the match taking its tolls, but he manages to stagger to his feet with the aid of the ropes, surveying the damage. Suddenly, the sounds of �Natural Life� come blasting through the arena and everyone in attendance shifts their attention from the ring to the stage, instinctively booing in the process. Seconds later Marcus Anderson walks out in front of the crowd looking infuriated. He has a mic in hand and as he walks down the ramp he address Naz who stares a hole through Anderson with the rage burning in his eyes. ]

Marcus Anderson: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on just a minute here. Naz if you think that I will stand by and watch as you cheat your way to an NLR contract and a Legacy Title number one contenders spot, you�ve got another thing coming.

[ Anderson reaches the bottom of the ramp and stares up at Naz from the outside. Naz looks back at him from inside the ring, still overwhelmed with hatred. The ref has started to stir as well, confused with what�s going on, he too needs to take a second to reassess the situation, but something is amiss. ]

Marcus Anderson: When will you�re ridiculously under-developed brain, wrap it�s self around the concept that you are not going to win this battle? I am the puppet master around here and people like you work for me! You make me money, you work when I tell you to work and you endure what ever hellish things I put you through! You weren�t content with simply going away when you know damn well that I had justifiable means to fire your ass! Instead you put up this big fuss and pull a temper tantrum like a two year old.

[ The crowd is now almost drowning out Anderson�s voice with their jeers directed at the NLR�s CEO. He isn�t phased though and continues his rip into Naz. ]

Marcus Anderson: I will give you credit though, you have found that fire that I was looking for. I see in you now shades of what I sought when I first brought you to the NLR. There is only one problem now though; I don�t know how long you�ll keep it up. So that means that, I�m going to make it my personal goal to fuel that fire of yours Naz! I�m going to personally make sure that the rage seeping from your every orifice right now, continues to pour until you�ve got nothing left!

[ Naz stands in the ring looking about ready to leap over the ropes and rip into Marcus Anderson, but before he does, Anderson continues. ]

Marcus Anderson: This is far from over for you Naz! You wanted to make my life miserable by pestering me for the last few weeks, well now it�s pay back time. Because like I said, if you thought you could fuck with me and get away with it, you�ve got another thing coming! That �other� thing .. . is standing right behind you!

[ Naz�s angered expression is taken over by a look of confusion. Naz turns around to see what in the hell Anderson is talking about only to be met with a thunderous chair shot to the skull! Naz�s forehead explodes red, matching his nose, and he drops like a sac of bricks to the mat below. Blood quickly flows onto the canvas as we then see the chair tossed to the mat beside Naz and then Naz getting pulled to his feet, by The Grudge! Marcus Anderson is now making his way into the ring, with a huge grin on his face, with the ref looking on in confusion. He has no choice but to call for the bell, disqualifying The Grudge for his use of the chair. Anderson snarls an angry look at his direction, but returns his attention back to the Grudge as he watches Naz get hoisted above Grudge�s head. Anderons smiles a sadistic smile as he watches Grudge send Naz freefalling to the mat only to quickly spin it into a devastating Grudge Killer, onto the steel chair! ]

JP: What the hell is going on?

Sully: I TOLD YOU!

[ Naz�s face collides with the chair and he stays down in a heap, not moving. The crowd is going ballistic at this point, showering The Grudge and Marcus Anderson with jeers. The two men stand over the motionless Naz with contempt. ]

Jackie Frazier: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by disqualification, and NEW number one cont- �

[ Marcus Anderson realizes what Jackie is about to say and cuts her off before she can finish the announcement. ]

Marcus Anderson: Thank you Mrs. Frazier, but that�s quite enough out of you tonight!

[ Marcus Anderson receives a loud �ASS HOLE� chant for his interruption, but he pays no attention to it. ]

Marcus Anderson: Naz, congratulations, you won the match! As promised you earned yourself a legitimate contract here in the Next Level Revolution! However, I regret to inform you that because you won this match via disqualification, I cannot in good conscience forfeit to you, our good friend Grudge�s number one contender�s spot! It�s like winning a title match kiddo, if you win by DQ, you don�t get the title!

[ Grudge laughs and yells out inaudible profanities to the crowd as he listens to Marcus Anderson defend his title shot. ]

Marcus Anderson: Welcome back Naz, you�ll wish you hadn�t � I�ll make damn sure of that!

[ Marcus throws his mic down to the ground and the sounds of �Anarky� by Kmfdm come on throughout the arena. The Grudge moves overtop of Naz and stares down at him sadistically. Marcus Anderson then grabs hold of his hand and raises his arm into the air. Grudge keeps his eyes fixated on Naz, who still hasn�t moved. ]

JP: This is disgusting! It was all a diabolical set up by that dastardly Marcus Anderson!

Sully: I think you need to lay off the Batman John, it�s getting a little out of hand.

JP: The Grudge played Naz for a fool. Sticking up for him, putting himself on the line, it was all a ruse!

Sully: And a brilliantly executed one at that!

JP: There is no need for this, Naz has not merited this kind of treatment. Sully: Well that�s your opinion and you can keep it for yourself. As for the rest of us, we will relish in watching our show end in style! With Naz out like a light and our next Legacy Champions with his arms raised and title shot intact!

JP: Highway robbery I tell you, it�s highway robbery!

Sully: For Sir Whines-A-Lot, I�m Sully, this is the NLR, have a great week! Good Night!

[ Fade to black for another week. ]