Chaotic Canadian Confrontations...


JP: Ladies and gentlemen this is the Next Level Revolution and this is Hysteria!

Sully: This week we hope to continue the uprise that we've been going through the last few weeks.

JP: I'm not a big fan, but Anderson has had a positive influence on thigns around here since his return almost a month ago.

Sully: The man is a genius, and you know it!

JP: Well I don't know about that, but I'll give the devil his due. He's set up an impressive card this week, with a massive 7-man tag match.

Sully: Some of the biggest names in the NLR are part of this match, including the returning Fear, the 4T Champion Tempest as well as self-proclaimed Tag Team Champions Kronik. They take on Shauna Soprano, Naz and Kyle Bauer. Essentially team talented versus team ... not to talented.

JP: Easy Sully! We've also got Ragonus, the fightingest Excess Champion in NLR history, putting it all on the line again against the returning Spawn.

Sully: Leandro also seeks to rip apart that arrogent little Panther after his big mouth got him in trouble last week!

JP: And in the main event it's last weeks tag team winners pitted against one and other. Sinn takes on Troy Knight!

Sully: All this as well as "BIG" Ed Johnson making his return, to throw a "WoC Farwell Party"!

JP: We'll get to the action soon, but right now we're crossing over to the locker room of the number one contender...

Sully: This man's a god!

JP: Only to those with no heart...

[ The Grudge sits on a chair in the centre of the barren room. There is no furniture, just tiled walls and one window. His eyes rest upon the screen as he moves his head from side to side, clicking. He closes his eyes and speaks...]

The Grudge: Do not question me... Do not question my decisions. In my life things have always been done for a reason. Out of fucking logic. I possess the intelligence a man like Bauer or Leandro would love to have... I'm instinctive and know a deal that will get me where I want, when I see it. Some people have said I've taken my hate factor to a new level by shaking hands with Anderson... Some people have labelled me as satan himself for sending Naz crashing into the steel chair last week... What do I say? Fuck your opinions... You're not worth a second of my precious time.

[ He wears a black Pantera t-shirt and a pair of combat trousers, camoflage, and black doctor martin boots. In his hand is a beer and in the other is a ready lit ciggerate. He opens his eyelids and continues.]

The Grudge: I've slaved for this company and never recieved an ounce of fucking respect for any fan but when I stick up for some... some immigrant.... I get applauds that even Geldolf at live-aid would have been startled by. It's sickening and it's degrading. I should get respect for giving Leandro his best match and not being driven out of the company after a match that no other man would have survived. Where was my applaud? Where was my encore call? Did I take a bow? Fuck no. I was booed and hissed and you people honestly though I'd do something for your little fucking friend...

[ He laughs, it echoes around the locker room.]

The Grudge: I'm no hero to you people. Your pathetic little eyes were decieved. By siding with Marcus I've made a good move. I know where I'm going. He knows what he's doing and I know what I'm doing. It's partnership that will bring power to this federation as you will never see it. Naz's face being crushed onto steel last week was only the beginning of something that will prosper to an uncontainable power. It was a sneek preview... I can you people now that somewhere along the line Leandro will fall to me now. It's certain now I've got the biggest helping hand you could fucking ask for.

[ He looks down at his leg which looks slight slouched.]

The Grudge: Unfortuently this week I'm not wrestling as my right leg is strained a little. It's from the hardwork I put in week in and week out... So I'll take a well deserved week off. My first since entering this company and I'll watch the show unfold. I'll be keeping my keen eye on a few people inside this company but let me, say thanks to my new found friend and welcome you to MY show... MY FUCKING HYSTERIA!

[ His face reddens as we fade to the entrance video.]


We're not THAT upset that Core has bailed...
cW was a large, friendly dog in a very small room....
And every time it wagged its tail it knocked over a chair....
Bad Dog!! Bad Dog!!
NLR 24/7

LAST WEEK { on PWX: Uprising}

[We cut to Pariah's dressing room, a knock is heard-and Karen walks in holding a belt bag.]

Karen: Hey John, someone just dropped this off, sad it was for you.

[Pariah takes the bag and looks at it. We can't see the logo on it-but Pariah gets a big smile before he takes the contents out. Again-we can't see the belt-but we see Pariah's reaction. He chuckles as the two exit the room. The camera pans down to the bag-and we see a note over the logo. The note reads: "From Ed."]

Solo: What the hell?

[ Scene Faded out... ]

[Scene Fades back in... We cut back to the PWX arena. A distorted riff is heard playing as Fear Factory's "Cyberwaste" kicks in]

Solo: I think we're gonna hear from The Boss!

Alexis Lace: Ladies and Gentlemen-please welcome the Head of the Championship Committee..JP Olesen!

[The fans cheer as JP Olesen appears on the stage-and they chant "PWX". The camera cuts to the ring-where a wreath made out of barbwire is standing on an easle. In the center of the wreath is a WOC Logo. Once this scene appears to the masses-the crowd chants "Fuck You Eddie" over and over. Soon enough-JP gets into the ring-and takes the mic from Alexis-before helping her out of the ring]

Crowd: P W X-P W X-P W X-P W X-P W X

JPO: Ladies and Gentlemen-as some of you may of heard by now, the Constantine family has finally realized they can't run a damned business-because WOC's doors have officially closed!

[The crowd chants "Jules Sucks Dick" over and over]

JPO: Trust me, I know. He offered to suck mine-but I graciously turned his offer down. I don't swing that way Jules!

[The crowd continues the chants-as Mr. Olesen pauses for a moment.]

JPO: Tonight-we are gathered here today -not to mourn the loss of WOC. Wrestlings Only Cause-for WOC was a cancer-than ran through the wrestling world! WOC was a garbage fed if there ever was one! A Company that let some of the worst talents in the world come in and take the titles. A company led by the mentally challenged, a company led by knockoff's, and Brand X wrestlers. No-we're not here to mourn-rather, celebrate the demise of the biggest piece of Corporate Filth since Enron!

[The crowd cheers and chants "Fuck WOC" over and over.]

JPO: WOC was a promotion that held down stars that you will see later tonight, stars like Black Jak, Stars like Chaos, stars like John Pariah-in favor of pushing weak turncoats like Chris West, Joshua Payne, and Zane Ozz!

[The fans cheer as JP is suddenly cut off by the sounds of the amazingly super awesome sounds of Nine Inch Nails "The Hand That Feeds" hits the PA.]

Shawn: What the?

Adam: It's Ed Johnson!

Solo: He's from the NLR!

[The fans chant "NLR" over and over as "BIG" Ed Johnson appears on the stage-carrying a bouqet of dead roses. He climbs into the ring and lays them by the wreath. He then takes a mic from his pocket and looks at JP Olesen.]

"BIG" Ed: Yknow, I don't know why this wreath is made of Barbwire-The Constantines wouldn't know Hardcore if it fucked them in the ass!

JPO: This is true, this is true.

"BIG" Ed: Anyways, you did make one point. WOC didn't know how to use their stars when they had them. That's why I personally saw to it-than a certain belt went BACK to it's rightful owner! A man you will all see later tonight-the true Superior Champion....JOHN PARIAH!

[Pyro explodes as "Solitary Confinement" hits the PA. The crowd errupts as Pariah appears on stage-wearing his ring-attire-and the PWX Hybrid Title around his waist-and holding up the WOC Superior Championship!]

Adam: So that's what was in the bag?!

Shawn: The WOC Title! Jules is gonna be pissed!

Solo: I don't think these three care!

Shawn: I don't think Pariah should be out here-he has to worry about Norcia tonight!

[Pariah slides into the ring and poses on the ropes with the belts-before taking a mic from a stagehand. He slings the Superior Title over his shoulder before speaking]

Pariah: Cleveland!

[The crowd explodes]

Pariah: Now look, I know I got a HUGE match tonight, but do you think I could resist the public decimation of WOC? I think not! I mean after all, Jules offered to suck my dick as well-but I too turned him down. Oddly enough, Villie made the same offer...but not to me. To Jules.

[The crowd explode with "Jules Sucks Dick" chants]

Solo: That..just...hurts my head to think about...

JPO: Alright-in all seriousness, It's sad when a fed closes-well, it is if that fed is worth a damn!

Pariah: See, the minute Constantine fired me, fired Chaos, and fired Black Jak-the ratings went down! The ratings plummeted in fact! WOC didn't have real star power, so they had to rely on a retard, a guy who took his name from a worthless country singer, and the Canadian flea market rip off of The Sandman!

[The crowd chants "West Sold Out"]

"Big" Ed: Hah-now John. I would like to carry this over to Hysteria on Monday. Would you ever so interested in handing me that Superior Title-so I can publically burn it on Hysteria!

[The crowd cheers loudly]

Pariah: You know what Ed-I love that idea....but...I think I'll hold onto it till Monday-and come to Hysteria myself to publically burn WOC to the ground...FOR GOOD!

JPO: Well, then maybe John-you'd like to do the honors tonight too?

[JPO hands him a torch lighter-and points to the wreath. The fans explode as he sets the WOC banner in the center ablaze. The trio watch on as the barbwire catches ablaze as well. The crowd explodes as "Cyberwaste" hits the PA again and Pariah poses on the ropes with the belts. Fade out.]

"Ladies and Gentlemen�
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

[ Chaos, performing a gore-like move on an unsuspecting opponent, from a previous Hysteria, crumpling the poor bastard almost in two... ]

Bang, we want it
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.

[ Hate, and his twin Scorp, raising a little hell in the ring, shocking even their friends with the long deception of the way things are... ]

You want commitment?
Put on your best suit; get your arms around me
Now we�re going down, down, down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit; get your arms around me
Now we�re going down, down, down

[ Spawn, the Hardcore Icon... He looks ripped as he swings a chair at the camera...]

GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):
Be obscene, be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.

[ Fear, former NLR 4-Towers Champion, looking to get back into the mix, and it appears he's brought a friend...]

The day that love opened our eyes
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

[ John Pariah, one of the most impressive hirings the NLR has made, and soon to be full-fledged business partner... ]

Bang, we want it
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.

[ Naz.... Left a heel, came back a face, and now the NLR will push this man... All the way to the "Next Level" ]

You want commitment?
Put on your best suit; get your arms around me
Now we�re going down, down, down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit; get your arms around me
Now we�re going down, down, down

[ Gutter Rat... You can't see his face, but the mask is no longer, as it lies atop his makeshift crypt... ]

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.

[ LSD has developed quite the following in the NLR.... ]

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.

[ Sozzey... Mak... "Kronik"... If you don't know who the hell these guys are, then you aren't as edjucated in the indy world as you might have thought... ]

You want commitment?
Put on your best suit; get your arms around me
Now we�re going down, down, down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit; get your arms around me
Now we�re going down, down, down

[ "Bones" McCoy... Simply pound for pound the most "Technical" wrestler in the NLR, Brigader General, and Husband of... ]

�ladies and gentlemen, be obscene!
Be obscene, be, be obscene, ah!

[ Sinnocence, Femme Fatale, The best womans wrestler on the PX Network, and better yet, this little devil could smoke half the men... ]

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.

[ Panther, fastest man in the NLR... High Flyer... Death Defyer... One of the more "Pop" givers in the federation... ]

Bang...

[ Troy Knight blows a kiss to the camera Troy Boy, the biggest face the NLR has produced, bar none...... ]

Bang...

[ Kyle Bauer, the one man in the P/X network that No Man can change verbal jabs with... Just ask him, he'll tell you... ]

Bang...

[ The Grudge. The # 1 contender, and probably one of the most ruthless wrestlers in the NLR, and the # 1 contender to the Legacy that Leandro holds tightly around his waist...]

Bang...

[ Three men, To the left, Ragonus, the Excess Champion... To the Right, Tempest, the 4-Towers Champion, and Standing tall in the center Leandro, the NLR Legacy Champion, All three grip their belts over their right shoulders and pose for the camera, showing at this time, the best three men in the NLR in their divisions at this moment.. ]

Bang....

[ CEO Marcus Anderson looking as uppity as only he can on one side, and "Big" Ed Johnson on the other, looking at him not amused... Then Jimmy Pez walks in between them, and as Anderson just stares at the screen, Pez pushes Johnson completely off screen taking his place... ]

BOOM!!!!

[ And in the background, barely audible, is Andersons voice... ]

CEO Marcus Anderson: "Suspended until Further Notice"...


Jack Harley, of WEW thinks he's the answer to what has been missing in Professional Wrestling...
Please... He looks like the guy in a science fiction movie who is the first to see the Creature...
NLR 24/7

JP: Well it�s time folks, it�s time to take it to Excess, both these guys are hardcore to the bone and they will really kick it up a notch here in this Excess title match.

Sully: Without a doubt this one will rock the house.

[�Brick� by Grade 8 hits and Spawn burst through the entranceway, Spawn has brought a chair with him and as he raises it into the air the fans give out a loud pop for him. Spawn walks to the ring slapping hands with fans as he goes and as he slides into the ring the a series of pyros explode from the rafters behind him. Spawn walks over to a corner, leans his chair up against the corner ladder and begins pacing the ring back and forth like a caged animal.]

Jackie Frazier: Introducing first, the challenger. Weighing in tonight at 245 Lbs and hailing from Houston Texas, he is Spawn.

[The crowd pop for Spawn once more as �Brick� fades out, suddenly �Heart of a Champion� hits over the speakers and the crowd is on there feet screaming for the imminent arrival of the Excess champion Ragonus.]

Jackie Frazier: And his opponent weighing in tonight at 240 Lbs and hailing from the Shadows, he is the current and defending NLR Excess champion Ragonus.

[Rags walks slowly through the entrance curtain and just like Spawn he is alone tonight heading to ringside without his manger. The crowd give Rags a sustained standing ovation as he heads to the ring. Smoke has filled the arena to knee deep by the time Rags gets to the ring and he jumps out of it onto the ring apron before vaulting over the top into the rope. Rags and Spawn go face to face and Rags holds his title high as the ref pushes them apart. Rags lowers the belt and passes it to the ref who sends both men to there corners and rings the bell.]

JP: Well that�s the only ref break you will see in this match, its Excess time here and only here at NLR.

Sully: Yeah this is uniquely NLR and these two will tear the roof off this place and use it as a weapon if need be.

[The ref slides out of the ring and in a heartbeat Rags runs at Spawn looking for a tackle takedown, Spawn is quick though and he sidesteps Rags using his own momentum to throw him into the corner ladder. Rags gets up and runs at Spawn once more, Spawn ducks under a clothesline but Rags stops quickly on the other side of Spawn and as Spawn turns to face Rags he is caught with a vicious thrust kick to the face and Spawn goes down hard. Rags wastes no time as he bounces off the ropes and hits a baseball slide into the head of Spawn. Rags jumps straight up and goes to the outside as Spawn is left in a heap near the corner ladder and his chair.]

JP: Ragonus has taken control really quickly here and he looks to be going for some more weapons.

[Rags drags a table out from under the ring and sets it up at ringside before walking over and throwing the ring bell into the ring. Rags follows the bell and gets into the ring, he picks up the bell and climbs a corner ladder with the bell in hand, Spawn begins to stand as Rags measures him from the middle of the ladder. Spawn is on his knees now and Rags takes the leap but as he comes down Spawn turns and in one fluid motion he picks up the chair and nails Rags in mid air with a solid chairshot right to the head of Rags. Both men are down at the moment but there is no ten count because of Excess rules, Spawn is first up and he cracks Rags over the head with the chair to keep him down. Spawn stands and regains his balance fully now, he looks to have fully recovered himself while Rags is dragging himself up Spawns leg, Spawn pushes Rags off now and takes a step back, Rags is on his knees and Spawn readies himself before smashing Rags skull with an absolutely vile chairshot. Spawn jumps on top of Ragonus and the ref slides in for the count.]

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2

[No Rags kicks out at two.]

Sully: That was sick, I don�t think I have ever seen a chair bounce off someone�s skull like that before.

JP: I must admit that was insanely vicious looking, I don�t know if we can get a reply but damn that was sick.

[Spawn gets up now and in a slight show of frustration he questions the ref on the count who pleads only two. Spawn throws the chair down now and he looks over to the ring bell that Ragonus dropped just a short minute or two before. Spawn walks over and picks up the ring bell and once again just as Rags gets up he is knocked back down, this time by the ring bell. Rags goes down hard and a spray of blood shoots into the air ad Ragonus clutches wildly at some invisible hand hold on his way to the mat. Spawn doesn�t go for the cover this time he slides out of the ring and throws the chair Rags got out into the ring, Spawn slides in after the table and sets it up by resting it on the top ropes in the corner. Spawn drags Rags up by his hair near the ropes and whips him into the ropes, on his way back Spawn catches Rags and spins around driving him through the table set up on the top rope with a very painful looking spinebuster, Rags head hits about four rungs of the ladder on the way down and Spawn covers rags quickly but he doesn�t hook the leg.]

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2

[No Rags kicks out.Spawn punches the mat in frustration before hooking the near leg and pinning again, 1 � 2 � No Rags kicks out again. Spawn is visibly frustrated now and he gets up and begins kicking Ragonus in the back of the head over and over again screaming at him all the time �Die damn you just stay down and die�.]

JP: Spawn getting very frustrated here because those were some big shots to the head and Ragonus won�t say die.

Sully: Spawn will have something up his sleeve; never fear I think we will have a new champion here tonight.

JP: Don�t count your chickens before they hatch there Sully, this isn�t over by a long shot and Rags has shown lately he can take a lot of punishment.

[Spawn leans back against the ropes and catches his breath for a second now, unbelievably Ragonus begins to stand dragging himself up on the ropes. Spawn looks disbelieving to say the least and in a moment of pure fury he bounces off the ropes and charges at Rags screaming and looking to clothesline him down again, somehow though Ragonus leapfrogs Spawn and Spawn comes back off the ropes and gets caught with a dropkick right on the button from Ragonus. Spawn is down on the mat now and he looks stunned, Rags jumps up quickly and in a moment of pure adrenaline he drags Spawn up and jumps into the air to spike Spawn with a tornado DDT right onto the earlier discarded chair that leaves Spawns legs pointing skyward for just a second, both men stay down on the mat looking absolutely spent after that.]

JP: See Sully in this environment things can change so quickly, I don�t think Ragonus even planned to hit that chair it just happened that way and now the whole complexion of the match has changed.

Sully: Come on Spawn get up, it�s not over yet.

[Spawn and Ragonus begin to rise at the same time and Spawn is cut open above his left eye now, both men are bleeding profusely and they stand at about the same time, Spawn looks slightly less dazed that Ragonus and he slaps Rags in the face. Spawn slaps Ragonus repeatedly to no response and Spawn screams at Ragonus �That title is coming to me you son of a bitch.� Suddenly something clicked in Ragonus and he blocks the next Spawn slap to the face, Rags grabs Spawn by the back of his head and pulls Spawns head down violently onto his raised knee, over and over again viciously and with great power Ragonus drives his knee into the bloody pulp that was once Spawns face. Ragonus then hits out with a vicious uppercut that sends Spawn to the mat, Spawn is bleeding profusely from his forehead wound and from an obviously broken nose now and Ragonus black GI pants are covered in blood as he screams in a huge adrenaline rush and raises his arms to the crowd.]

Sully: Absolutely bloody vicious.

JP: Wow, I am lost for words at that outburst of pure violence from Ragonus.

[Ragonus knows he has to finish this soon and he goes to work straight away now as he picks Spawn up and nails him with a quick but vicious looking backbreaker, Rags covers 1 � 2 � No Spawn kicks out at two and a half. Ragonus doesn�t fret he just moves on and positions Spawn about three feet out from the corner ladder, Ragonus then climbs to the middle of the ladder and jumps off with a double foot stomp to the head of Spawn. The chair is bent, Spawn is not moving, the chair is coated in blood and the crowd is chanting �Holy shit, holy shit� as Rags recovers himself and moves in for the cover attempt. The ref slides into the ring once more and counts 1 � 2 � No once again somehow Spawn kicks out. Rags begins to look a little frustrated now as he heads to the outside of the ring and sets up a table at ringside, Ragonus slides back into the ring and catches Spawn with an evenflow DDT just as he was beginning to stand. Ragonus looks at Spawn and shakes his head in a little disbelief as the crowd begin to chant �Spawn, Spawn, Spawn� at Ragonus. Ragonus decides he has had enough and he gets to his feet and drags his thumb across his throat, this garners a huge pop but even a few jeers from the now split crowd, Ragonus picks up Spawn and puts him in a front face lock before lifting him up onto the top turnbuckle, Ragonus suddenly spins around to put his back to Spawn and he brings him down off the top with a sick looking Diamond Cutter variation from the top rope.]

Sully: Dangerooouuuussss, look at the angle his neck was on when it his face hit, he may have just severed his spinal cord.

JP: Hell we need medical help after this match.

[Rags looks at the crowd and can�t help but skite a little by giving Spawn the thumbs down before going for the now elementary]

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2

3

[No Spawn somehow manages to kickout at two and nine tenths.]

JP: Oh my god that may be the closest kick out I have ever seen, was that before or after the three.

Sully: The ref has said go on so I guess we continue.

[Ragonus pounds the mat in obvious frustration now and he grabs onto Spawns hair before beginning to climb up the corner ladder, Rags climbs higher and higher dragging Spawn up with him until both men are on top of the ladder, Ragonus hooks Spawn up in a front face lock and tries to Suplex Spawn over too the outside of the ring, somehow Spawn deadweight�s him and holds on, Rags tries again but Spawn holds on once again and in a surreal moment Spawn powers Ragonus up and throws him back first off the ladder in a release spinebuster variation. Ragonus falls a long way to ringside and completely shatters the table at ringside on his way down to the thin rubber matting below. The crowd is going insane now chanting a mixture of �Holy Shit, holy shit�, �Spawn, Spawn, Spawn� and �This is Excess, this is Excess� at the two gladiators in centre stage. Ragonus looks badly hurt at ringside and Spawn is so spent that he falls from the top of the ladder to the ring below.]

JP: What do you say to that, Ragonus is down and out in the ruins of a table at ringside and Spawn is down, bleeding and disorientated at the foot of the ladder. This is Excess at its most extreme.

Sully: As you said before we will need medics out here ASAP, they need to be out here as that bell rings and no later.

[Rags eyes are closed and he is still bleeding badly from his forehead meanwhile in the ring Spawn is beginning to stand with the aid of the ring ropes but he is also bleeding badly and his glassy eyes show he is not fully with us right now. Spawn drops and hits the mat heavily but it seems he meant to as he rolls under the ring ropes and ends up on the outside near Ragonus who is now beginning to show signs of life. Spawn hits Rags in the head with a few less than effective looking rights but Rags still begins to crawl to his feet. Both men are up on spaghetti legs now and they trade weak looking blows as they stagger around ringside, Spawn slaps Ragonus in the face once more and this time Rags goes to his knees, Ragonus hits out and Spawn doubles over in pain as Ragonus fist connects with Spawns crotch. Ragonus struggles up as Spawn hits the ground and he grabs the Excess title and measures Spawn. Ragonus catches his breath as Spawn struggles for breath on the mat, Ragonus makes sure he stays behind Spawn at all times and as Spawn finally gets to his feet Ragonus runs forward and imprints the Excess title onto the back of Spawns skull.]

JP: The champion Ragonus has once again turned the tide with a few moves that would have been illegal in a normal match.

Sully: That just shows that Ragonus has adapted fully to this environment and he takes advantage of it without a second thought.

JP: Very true he has pioneered and developed this Excess style over the course of his reign and as such he has become the master of it.

[Ragonus is still bleeding but Spawn looks completely out now and Ragonus rolls him back into the ring. Ragonus is slow and methodical now as he drags Spawn up and flips him over with a snap Suplex, quickly Rags follows up with two stiff boots to the head of Spawn. Rags goes over to the corner and picks up Spawns bent and bloody chair, he opens the wonky and unstable chair up and sets it up about two feet out from the corner ladder. Rags walks over to the still unmoving Spawn and kicks him in the head a few more times before dragging him up the ladder and into a standing stance on the top rope. Rags hooks Spawn up and tries to Suplex him over but Spawn blocks it and it looks as though history will repeat as Spawn picks Rags up but Spawn suddenly seems to lose all power and Rags lifts him up high and holds him vertical before nailing Spawn down from the top rope with the Killing Stroke onto the open chair.]

JP: Once again I am just speechless.

Sully: This is inhuman but surely now it must be over.

[The camera zooms in on the bent and destroyed chair and then zooms out again to show Ragonus and Spawn lying on the mat in a pool of both there blood. Ragonus is still bleeding from before and Spawn is now bleeding from three wounds, above his eye, from his nose and a brand new cut in his forehead from the Killing Stroke onto the chair. Both men are still until suddenly Ragonus drapes an arm over the unmoving Spawn and the ref slides into the ring.]

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Jackie Frazier: Your winner and still NLR Excess champion, Ragonus.

JP: He has done it, the old hand at Excess Ragonus has continued his reign in an amazing match.

Sully: Well listen to the crowd, they loved it and both guys are getting chants from the crowd right now.

JP: And the medics are doing there work well.

[As Heart of A Champion� plays once more medics rush into the ring and they try to help Ragonus but he refuses help as he stands on very shaky legs and takes the title offered to him by the referee. A medic walks beside Ragonus as he heads to the back but he turns and points to the still form of Spawn and tells the medic to check on him instead.]


Sean Hunter of the W3 the sort of man who'd come and tell you that he'd found himself...
AFTER you'd told him to get lost.
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[ You can almost hear Staying alive being played as we see the dancing feet legs, frame, and then toothy smile of NLRs own Suspended Big Ed Johnson, as he's doing the "Stick-It-To-The-Man" dance down the hallway... Gutter Rat was gone... Hit by a truck, and now hopefully he'd work his magic, and find a way "in" with Sinn... His visit with Shauna Soprano was amazing, Leandro and Pez were rumored to be quibbling, and Pez had not been much of a replacement GM... There was talk at the network that Hysteria was offending some by being to "in your face" creating more people to tune in, and admire this "Labor of love"... Stock was rising, Real Talent was signing, they had just struck a deal with the MGM Grand in Las Vegas... And now, once again, Johnson was on NLR television, things just couldn't get any better...

Johnson was here to throw a party... Not just any party, but a HUGE party... The WOC had lost its sponsorship, and was now off the air... It was a HUGE blow to the ego of one "Mr. Constantine", but hey, in a "Dog-Eat-Dog" world, Johnson felt prowd to be the mongrel with rabies...

He pats a few of the backstage crew on the back, a non-payment form of "Good Job" or "Nice work"... And they just stop and stare as he dances away... He passes a few of the wrestlers in the back talking , and gives them the "Thumbs Up"... And as soon as he's gone, One wrestler in particular, Hate, visiting from an injury suffered a while back, just shakes his head... ]

Hate: What an ass...

[ Johnson passes two young boys in the hallway, Bobby and Myles Knight... Johnson stops and rubs Bobbos' head like a good dog, and continues on his way... The camera pans to the two boys, and shows young Bobby scowling a mean pout scowl, and flipping Johnson the bird... Myles slaps him on the back of the head, for he KNOWS that soon, very soon, Johnson will be getting his come-uppins... Myles, the silent of the two, has been studying some "Darker" material as of late, and "theorised" ideas made by Hollywood, novelists, and Roleplaying nerds worldwide... But it was a book that Gutter Rat had found in Mexico, that tipped him off...

Very soon, with info from the book, and one trip back to the trunk in the basement, a midnight crusade filled with twinkies and flashlights, and anger in his soul...

Myles was going to bring HIM back.... Camera fades... ]


What about Saint Xover, from W3? He's the type of man who doesn't leave anything to your imagination,
and leaves even less to your patience....
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Jackie Frazier: This next contest is the '7 Man Handicapped Tag!' Introducing first.. From Brooklyn, New York.. At the combined weight of 555 pounds.. KRONIK!

[The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos as 'Numb' by Linkin Park hits the PA system.. Kronik march down the ramp, mouthing off to the fans who got the lucky close seats. They roll into the ring, and Sozzy flexes as Mak cracks his knuckles.]

Jackie Frazier: Introducing next.. From London, England.. Standing at 6' 4'', weighing in at 245 pounds.. Fear!

[Just as 'Numb' begins to trail off, 'Liberate' by Disturbed hits the PA system.. The arena goes dark, as the crowd begins to boo! The lights snap on suddenly, and Fear is at the top of the ramp, posing! He struts down the ramp, rolling into the ring.]

Jackie Frazier: Hailing from Boston, Massachusets.. Standing at 6' 1'', and weighing in at 244 pounds.. Tempest!

['The Hearts Filthy Lesson (Remix)' by David Bowie hits the PA system, as Tempest walks down to the ring, spitting at a fan who's hand gets too close to him, and mouthing off to the fans. He slides into the ring, as Team Kronik/Fear/Tempest have a talk. They don't get much time as Frazier begins introducing their opponents..]

Jackie Frazier: And their first opponent! From New Delhi, India.. Standing at 5' 11''.. and weighing in at 195 pounds.. Naz!

[The crowd erupts as 'Heart of Asia' hits the PA system, as Naz bounces out onto the stage, to almost the loudest pop of the night! He waves to the fans, before sprinting down to ringside, but deciding it's safer for him NOT to get into the ring. He leans up against the ring post, and grins.]

Jackie Frazier: And his first partner.. from Venice, Italy.. Being accompanied by Nunzio and Guido.. Standing at 6' 6'', and weighing in at 195 pounds.. Shauna.. SOPRANO!

[The sound of a violin playing begins softly, but audibly, it's volume growing. From the entrance ramp comes a pair of tall men, their features hidden by their wide-brimmed hats and trench coats. They look around briefly, and step onto the ramp, throwing back their coats, revealing their Armani suits and Tommy guns, which they raise up, and the distinctive sound of a Tommy barrage blasts through the arena, the lights strobing ferociously.]

JP: Sheesh. They could have a less deafening entrance..

Sully: Shut. Up. It's about to get good.

[After a few seconds of this, the sounds stop, and are replaced by the sound of "Woke Up This Morning" playing. From the darkened entrance comes the 6'6" frame of the Italian Amazon, Shauna Soprano, bedecked out in a Versace original that barely hides her ample charms as she saunters to the ring, a sultry half-smile on her face. Naz decides now to slide into the ring, now that they're covered by Nunzio and Guido, and the ref holds back Fear who's itching to get over there and attack. The twins follow, one holding the ring rope down for her, while the other follows her into the ring. In the center of the ring, she rips off her dress, revealing an Italian flag patterned French-cut leotard. The twin takes the dress and retires to the outside.]

JP: Fear all fired up!

[Naz and Tempest go face to face, trashtalking, but the ref seperates them.]

Frazier: And their final partner.. From St. Louis Missouri! Standing at 5' 4'', and weighing in at 175 pounds.. KYLE BAUER!

[The crowd erupts again, possibly the biggest cheer of the whole show as Kyle Bauer bounces out onto the ramp! He sprints down to the ring, and rolls in. He gets up to mid tower, and stretches his arms to the fans, who cheer at him.. but erupt in boos as Tempest comes up behind him and powerbombs him off mid tower! The bell rings as Kronik and Fear, aswell as Naz and Shauna get on the apron. Kyle barley manages to pry himself off the mat.]

JP: Dirty, dirty move by Tempest.

Sully: Well there is no love loss between him and Bauer!

[Tempest yanks Bauer up from one knee, and tosses him off the ropes.. Kyle ducks the clothesline, comes back off the ropes, and takes down Tempest with a swinging neck breaker!Kyle springs back to his feet, and drops the leg across the throat of Tempest. He then smirks, pulling Tempest to his feet, and going for a snap suplex! Tempest blocks, then picks up Bauer, and drops him hard with a gordbuster! Kyle lies there, holdings his head as Tempest mocks the crowd.]

JP: Wow! What a gordbuster!

Sully: A modified brainbuster, falling forwards so they slam face first into the mat! Brilliant!

[He reaches down to pick Bauer up, but Bauer grabs him, and drops him with a monkey roll. He springs up to his feet, and flies off the ropes and basement dropkicks Tempest right in the mouth!]

JP: Look at the speed!

Sully: An amazing recovery, I must admit..

[Fear has had enough, and gets into the ring, charging Bauer, but Bauer backdrops him over the top rope! Fear soars and lands HARD on the outside, causing the crowd to go nuts!]

JP: Oooh. He'll feel that one in the morning!

[Kyle takes a moment to catch his breath, before kicking Tempest in the midsection.. Then grinning, he runs at the ropes, attempting a springboard back elbow.. Unfortunently, Tempest catches him in mid flight and drops him with a German Suplex! Only he holds on and picks Bauer back up, and drops him again! Kyle scrunches up like an acordian, and Tempest rolls back to his feet, dropping him the third time! Kyle holds the back of his head, as Tempest gets back to his feet grinning. He grabs Bauers leg, and flips him over into a half boston crab, making Bauer squirm twords his tag team partners..]

JP: Brilliant! First the suplexes to wear Bauer out, and now he's trying to make him tap!

Sully: Tempest is one of the best mat wrestlers in the business!

[Bauer struggles and finally kicks Tempest off, sending him flying face first into the mat! Tempest holds his face as Bauer struggles back to his feet.. Bauer tries to kick Tempest.. but it's caught.. Bauer twists, and brings his other foot HARD to the face of Tempest in an enzugiri kick! Kyle struggles over to Naz, and slaps his hand, at the same time Tempest tags in Mak! The two fresh men square up, and then lock up, with Mak gaining the advantadge, and whipping Naz. Naz puts on the brakes though, and whips Mak off the ropes. He comes back into a rana, sending Mak to the mat, Sozzy comes in, with a large swing, but Naz catches him and connects with a flatliner! However Tempest catches Naz with a boot to the section and connects with a sudden and violent DDT into the mat.. The Epicentre! However Kyle comes in with a running knee to the face of Tempest while he's getting back up, cracking his nose and sending him out of the ring.. Fear gets in the ring, but Shauna decks him with a clubbing blow to the back, before throwing him HARD into the tower! Fear stumbles, and turns around right into the foot of Bauer!]

JP: CHAOS IN THE FOUR TOWERS!

Sully: FACE BREAKER!

[Fear topples to the mat like a sack of bricks, as Naz makes the tag to Shauna Soprano! Kyle and Shauna bounce off the ropes, with Bauer clocking Sozzy with a flying forearm, sending him over the top rope, and right onto Tempest, who was trying to get up!]

JP: Tempest was just crushed!

[Shauna takes flight, grabbing Mak in mid air, swinging, and driving him face first into the mat! Kyle has gone back to his post at the tag rope, while Shauna hooks the leg of Mak.. 1.. 2.. Fear managed to break the pin! He then picks up Shauna and connects with a sitout back breaker! Shauna cries out in pain, feeling the full effect of the Martyr.. Kyle takes a step into the ring, but the ref keeps order by telling him to stay at the rope..]

JP: Woah. Denied.

Sully: Shauna is in trouble!

[Mak and Shauna crawl twords the opposite corners, with Shauna tagging in Bauer and Mak tagging in Fear! The crowd erupts, as Bauer and Fear shake hands.. but then Fear latches onto the hand of Bauer, and yanks him forward into a shoulder block! One, two three, shoulder blocks, before whipping the stunned Bauer off the ropes..]

JP: Another dirty trick!

[Bauer leapfrogs over Fear, then bounces off the ropes, going for a Moonsault.. He connects! He lands on Fear, sending both men spilling to the mat! Neither man is getting up imedietly, both obviously exhausted.]

Sully: An Asai Moonsault took down Fear!

JP: Fear didn't see that coming!

[The Grudge appears out of nowhere, and slides in the ring, making a b-line for the slowly recooperating Bauer.. but is blindsided by a flying forearm from Naz! Naz and Grudge spill out of the ring, with Naz laying fists HARD into the face off Grudge! Meanwhile in the ring, Kyle is standing on the top turn buckle.. Fear tries to get in and backdrop him off.. but Bauer connects with elbows to the face, sending him down to the mat.. As Fear gets up, Kyle comes off with his trademark Whisper In the Wind! The crowd goes nuts as Fear gets clocked by Bauer's leg, again toppling to the mat.]

JP: I love that move!

Sully: Fear has no clue where he is!

[Kyle struggles to get up, as Mak comes into the ring, and runs right at Bauer, dropping him with a shoulder block! Bauer topples backwards, right into range to give Shauna Soprano the tag! She comes in with a right hand to Mak, before she whips him at the ropes. He stumbles right into an inverted atomic drop from Bauer, before he flapjacks him onto the top rope! Mak flips off to the outside..]

JP: Wow! Mak may be hurt!

[Kyle is up to one knee, while in the ring Shauna Soprano throws Fear off the ropes, before Fear reverses the whip, sending Shauna into the ropes.. She vaults up onto The Demon Knight's shoulders, looking for a hurricanrana.. but Fear catches her and drives her into the mat with a powerbomb.. only he holds on and tries to pull her up..]

Sully: She's in trouble!

JP: Sheesh! Take it easy on her!

[Kyle raises his finger to the crowd, running at the ropes.. He springboards, dropkicking the knees out from Fear! Shauna turns it into a standing Hurracanrana.. Tempest slides into the ring, clotheslining Bauer with amazing force. Bauer nearly gets whiplash as he backflips... The ref slides in for the pin on Fear.. 1.. 2.. No! Tempest breaks it up!]

JP: Damn!

Sully: I thought Shauna had it!

[Shauna gets up, and kicks Tempest below the belt right in the center of the ring! His face goes pale as he topples to the mat. Grudge slides in the ring, and argues with the ref that it shouldn't of happened.. The ref tells him to go to the back! Grudge stomps, and turns around.. staring into the angry eyes of Naz! He gives him a boot to the gut before nailing the Vindaloo DDT right in the center of the ring! Grudge connects with sick impact, and rolls to the outside! Bauer goes down to one knee, and signals Naz.. who runs at him, steps up on Bauer's hand and does a Shooting Star Press to the outside! He collides HARD with Kronik, sending both men down! The crowd goes crazy!]

JP: The ref needs to get order in the ring!

Sully: This is utter chaos!

[Shauna pulls the dazed Fear to his feet, and delivers an inverted atomic drop to him, then holds her head down as Bauer delivers a kick to the chin! Shauna then drops it over into a Jacknife Hold Pin! The crowd counts along.. 1.. 2.. 3!]

JP: I don't belleive it!

Sully: What teamwork!

JP: Shauna Soprano gets the pin!

Sully: You have to give the assist to Kyle and Naz though!

[Tempest slowly gets up, but realising he's outnumbered, makes sure to get the hell out of the ring! Kyle laughs slightly.]

Frazier: The winner as a result of a pinfall.. The team of Kyle Bauer, Shauna Soprano, and Naz!

['Woke Up this Morning' hits the PA system for the second time, as the show goes to commercial.]


Amy Ritter Footage Lost!!!! Just "relive" it there, buttercup...
Oh wait, the longest we've known anything stay in her head was simply an hour...
That was a cold....
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"Big" Ed Johnson: What do you MEAN you can't make it!?!

John Pariah: Look, I can't make it to the show... I'm stuck in traffic, so you have to go with plan B...

"Big" Ed Johnson: Dammit!!! Pariah... I NEEDED that Belt, where am I going to get enough WOC crap for the party?

[ Just then, a UPS driver appears, with a box, as Johnson throws his phone down a hallway, shattering it into a dozen pieces... He looks at the driver, then signs the box... The driver leaves, as Johnson reads the bill of laiding... ]

"Big" Ed Johnson: Johnson, you big piece of crap... WE have Pariah stuck in traffic, his ass will be dealt with soon enough, but here is some merchandise for you to remember us by- "C"...

[ Well, at least there WOULD be something to destroy after all.... ]

"Big" Ed Johnson: Not on my night!!! This is MY night!!!

[ Scene fades... ]


NLR would like to welcome WMW to the Projekts....
But we're not sure it's in our best intrest...
We don't wan't to be seen talking to them, they're troublemakers...
Besides, if what we see is true...
They won't be around very long...
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JP: Well, folks this next match should be very interesting indeed..

Sully: Thats right, a true David vs. Goliath matchup if ever there was one! I dont think we've seen a match like this since.. Well.. Well since.. Ever!

JP: Too true, Sully, The Panther really walked into this one, last week on Hysteria..

[A quick recap of last week takes over the screen, as we see exactly what happened during the backstage confrontation between Leandro and The Panther.]

Sully: I don't know what he was thinking approaching the Champion like that! That was like walking right into a cyclone!

JP: Well The Panther sure showed his courage, theres no doubt about that!

Jackie Frazier: The following match is scheduled for one fall..

["Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns 'n' Roses hits the speakers, and the crowd immediately get loud. The catchy tune continues through the crowd, and its not long before the masked face of The Panther bounces out onto the stage! He jumps along to the music, slapping hands with the ringside fans excitedly.. The general reaction is cheers, but some definite jeers can be heard up the back..]

Jackie Frazier: Making his way to the ring first.. From British Columbia, Canada.. Weighing in at 165lbs and standing at 5'6".. He is The Fastest Man in the NLR.. THE PANTHER!!

[The Panther slides under the ropes, and straight away heads to the furthest turnbuckle. He throws both arms into the air, and yells out as the music fades out and all thats left are the expectant cheers.. The crowd begin the now famous "Leandro! Leandro!" chant for their Champion, and within seconds "Cancion Del Mariachi" by Los Lobos, blares over the speakers!]

Jackie Frazier: From Tijuana, Mexico.. Weighing in at 418lbs and standing at 7'2".. He is the NLR Legacy Champion.. LEANDRO!!

[The crowd go crazy as red, white and green shades of light spread over the main stage.. And The Beast towers out, dragging the prestigious Legacy Championship behind him! Leandro focuses those bloodshot eyes on the awaiting Panther, and points one thick finger at him, as he storms down the ramp. The mountainous body of El Mexicano Condena circles the ring, only taking his eyes off The Panther for split seconds, before climbing up the ring apron, and stepping over the top rope. The crowd cheer for The Beast, and The Panther awaits back in his corner for the bell to ring..]

JP: Things aren't looking good for The Panther! Leandro has an incredible height and weight advantage..

Sully: Never underestimate the little fellas, JP!

[The referee calls for the bell, as Leandros music fades, and the crowd buzz.. The Mexican Convict stands tall in the middle of the ring, staring staight into the masked face of his opponent.. His eyes daring the smaller man to make a move. Never one to back down from a challenge, The Panther sizes up Leandro, before edging closer to the Champ. He hesitates for a few moments, before suddenly rushing towards The Beast and laying in some hard punches! He has no chance of reaching the scarred face of Leandro, but that doesn't stop him.. The Panther just pummelling into the stomach and chest of the Legacy Champion, before Leandro latches two massive claws onto the head of Panther and simply launches him across the ring!! The crowd "Ooooooh" with the impact, and The Panther arches his back in pain! Leandro roars at his fallen opponent, daring him to stand..]

JP: Just stay down, Panther!

Sully: You've got more than that, c'mon, take it to the Leandrothal!

[Surprisingly, The Panther quickly bounces to his feet, adjusts his mask, and dives headfirst into the action! He slaps across the chest of Leandro with some knife-edged chops, backing the big man against the ropes.. But when he grabs the arm, and tries to whip The Beast across the ring.. Leandro doesn't even budge! The Panther looks like he's trying to pull a skyscraper down, struggling with the big man, until The Mexican Convict just floors him with a devastating clothesline! The Panther hits the canvas like a sack of bricks, his legs curling over his face with the force.. Leandro drops to his knees, and slams both hands on Panther's shoulders, pinning him to the mat. The official slides into position.. One.. Two-Kick-Out!!]

Sully: Whoa! It was almost all over!

[The Beats keeps his claws on The Panthers shoulders, and lifts the small and agile wrestler up to his feet! The crowd gasp with Leandro's power, but the quick thinking mind of The Panther pushes Leandro's arms off him, punches the Champ in the stomach a few times, and slides under his legs! The Panther bounces off the ropes, as Leandro slowly turns around only to be met with a huge Running Dropkick to the face! The Beast stumbles around, dazed by the impact to his jaw, and uses the ropes to keep him up.. The Panther sees the golden opportunity, scapes the ropes, and flies across the ring, nailing Leandro's chest through the ropes with a perfectly timed 619! The crowd cheer, as El Mexicano Condena stumbles back from the cables, clutching his ribs and wincing with torment. The Panther remains on the outside, trying to keep the fast pace of the match up, as he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and awaits the giant to turn around. Finally, Leandro comes within range, and The Fastest Man in the NLR comes flying off the top-rope with a Diving Cross Body!! The crowd get real loud, as the small frame of Panther comes crashing into Leandro's massive structure.. But he doesn't go down! The eyes of Panther get wide, as The Beast roars out to the crowd, still holding The Panther in perfect Fallaway Slam position..]

Sully: Talk about your worst ever backfires! What's gonna happen here!!

JP: I dont know, but it looks like The Panther got way more than he bargained for!

[Leandro storms around the ring, easily keeping Panther in his grips, before tossing the small body of his opponent in the air and holding him above his head in Military Press position! The crowd cheer wildly, as The Beast's tattooed arms shake, holding The Panther above his head for a few seconds, before tossing him down to the canvas hard!! The Fastest Man in the NLR rolls around on the mat, holding his aching body.. But Leandro doesn't stop there. Without warning, he reaches two massive hands down and drags The Panther to his feet, only for a moment, before executing a back-breaking Spine Buster! Leandro drops down for the cover, letting his long black mane of hair cover that scarred face.. One.. Two..Th-Kick-Out!!]

Sully: He's still alive!!

JP: The Panther needs a miracle to get out of this one alive, boys and girls!

[Leandro almost seems happy that he gets to continue the brutal display of rage, instantly getting to his feet and shouting at The Panther in Spanish.. The Panther takes a while to get to his knees, obviously feeling the effects badly. The referee rushes over and checks on The Panther, making sure everything is all right, but The Panther pushes him away and uses the ropes to stand up.. Within seconds, however, The Mexican Convict towers over and lazily clutches the back of Panther's head.. The Panther tries to fight the big man off, but Leandro casually swats away his attempts, and latches a furious claw around the little guys throat! He chokes the Panther, before lifting him high into the air.. Holding him up there for a few seconds, and absolutely drilling him hard into the canvas!! The Panther rolls around on the mat, before Leandro peels his body from the floor.. The Beast whips the little man against the ropes, Panther ducks a clothesline, and flies up onto the shoulders of Leandro!! He punches into the skull of The Legacy Champion, hoping to finally topple this giant and the crowd are cheering him on! Leandro steps back towards the turnbuckle, as Panther keeps laying in the fists.. Before latching both his hands on The Panthers pants, stepping forward and just driving The Panther into the mat with a viscous Powerbomb!! The impact forces the crowd to "Ooooh" but the second time Leandro brings Panther back up, and delivers a second Powerbomb just makes the fans wince in unison..]

JP: This has gotta stop, Sully..

Sully: I dont think theres much left in this one, let me tell you! The Champion just looks obsessed with causing damage! I dont even think he cares about making the pinfall!

[The crowd cheer on the destruction, but it quickly turns into very vocal jeers as the body of The Panther doesn't seem to be moving much at all. The official makes his way over to The Panther once again, but Leandro beats him to it.. Throwing his arms around the already fallen and limp body of The Panther, raising him high up into the air, and just planting him back down with a brutally executed Convict Suicide!! The Beast stands up from the wreckage, and roars like a wild animal, tearing the upper half of his blackened prison uniform to shreds.. The NLR official rushes over to the aid of the unmoving Panther, and almost instantly calls out for the bell! The crowd give a confused buzz, as the match ending bell rings through the arena, and Leandro darts his bloodshot eyes towards his fallen opponent..]

Jackie Frazier: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been called to an end due to Knock Out.. Here is your winner.. Leandro!!

[The fans mostly cheer for The Mexican Convict, and just as his music starts back up, Leandro slowly walks towards The Panther and the referee, who is now yelling out for the medical team. Without thinking, The Beast just tosses the NLR official through the ropes with absolute ease, and finds himself mounting the broken body of The Panther! Huge, tattooed arms fly back and forth, as Leandro lays some rage-filled fists into his fallen opponent and the final bell rings through repeatedly.. A team of security guards rush down to the ring, as The Beast raises his head and stares at them like a caged monster..]

JP: Here they come!

Sully: Hopefully he won't hurt them too much!

JP: Won't hurt them?

Sully: You heard me!

[The security guards bolt between the ropes, swarming inside the squared circle as Leandro gets to his feet and prepares for the beatdown.. The crowd begin the "Leandro! Leandro!" chant again, and cheer on their Legacy Champion! The first two security guards are easily taken down by The Beast, but its the next four.. Five. Six.. That cause him trouble. For a few moments, it looks as though Leandro is going to be taken out, but suddenly the fury takes over El Mexicano Condena and he just lets loose on the guards! Clotheslining every single man that steps near him, almost decapitating them with his concrete-pillar like arms.. Once all of the security team are on their backs, clutching their heads in pain, Leandro paces the ring like a crazed, rabid animal.. Daring anyone else to come out and further feed his rage.]

JP: I can't believe this, Leandro is just insane!

Sully: Nothings changed, JP! This is the same unpredictable and psychotic Beast from day one!

[Suddenly, the small manager of Leandro, and General Manager of Hysteria rushes out onto the stage! The crowd cheer Jimmy Pez, but he looks concerned.. As he shuffles down the ramp, The Beast turns his gaze to Jimmy, and it doesn't look all that friendly. Pez stops in his tracks, suddenly thinking what he is going to do.. knowing damn well that Leandro could tear his body in half as soon as he steps inside that ring. Jimmy keeps his eyes on those bloodshot ones of Leandro, as he tries desperately to read the expression of his client. Is it safe to enter the ring? All of a sudden, the arena lights completely black out and all that's left are camera flashes and the noise of the excited crowd!]

JP: What the hell?!

Sully: Where'd everyone go!?

[After a few moments, the arena lights come back on.. And standing across the ring from Leandro, complete with a steel baseball bat in tow, is the number one contender.. The Grudge! The crowd get real loud with heavy jeers, but The Beast hasn't seen him yet.. The Mexican Convict busies himself with staring at the empty spot on the ramp, where his manager was just standing moments ago. Jimmy is nowhere to be seen, and the Grudge has a malicious glint in his eyes. After a matter of seconds, it appears that Leandro is going to turn around, but something catches him off guard.. On the speakers, from the stage, the recording of a child crying can be heard.. A young girl. Her whimpers are surely joined by tears streaming down those youthful cheeks.. The sound of a child in misery. Leandro's entire body tenses up, as his eyes get wide and completely furious! He stares up to the stage, absolutely mesmerized by the sound of his girls cry.. And it gives The Grudge the perfect opportunity to get close enough.. Close enough to take the Legacy Champion down!]

Sully: It's time for some payback, Leandro!!

JP: The Grudge looks hellbent on bringing The Beast to his knees!!

[It only takes one swing to the side of the head, to topple the giant. Leandro crumples against the canvas, instantly bringing his claws up to the searing pain running through his skull. His eyes wince, and the torture spreads through his entire body as The Grudge brings the steel baseball bat down again and again! The Homicidal Creep lays down about six shots to the body of the Legacy Champion, listening to the jeering fans the whole time.. The Grudge tosses the steel bat to the side of the ring, and stands up from the fallen Leandro. The crowd get crazy with boos, but The Grudge gives a wicked smile, not taking his eyes off the pained Leandro.. As he backs up against the ropes, and quickly averts his eyes to the Legacy Championship at ringside. He stares at the prestigious leather strap, as we head to commercial..]

JP: I can't believe what we have just witnessed, folks.. This is pure carnage..

Sully: We've gotta get this all cleaned up, before the next match, JP!

JP: Don't go anywhere, fans.. We'll be back after this..


If ignorance is bliss,
why aren't there more happy people in the NLCW?
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[The Grudge is seen walking in the back after his vicious attack on the Legacy Champion Leandro. He walks confidently as he enters his locker room. The lights are off...He reaches for the switch clicking it up and then down, but nothing comes of it.]

Grudge: What the hell?

[The Grudge continues flicking the switch when a shadow comes from behind him, he quickly turns around, but is struck down with a shot to the head with a kendo stick. The Grudge falls onto the floor and the man raises the kendo stick high into the air bringing it down across the Grudge's face.]

JP: What's going on back there?!

[The man tosses the kendo stick to the ground and goes over to the light switch punching above it causing the light to turn on revealing the man to be none other then WoC Allstar "The Reflection of Perfection" Claudio Turbine.]

Claudio Turbine: Heh..perfection.

JP: This isn't happy days!

[Claudio's calm and collective look turns cold as he turns to the Grudge who's pushing himself up to his feet. Claudio rushes over and places his foot on the Grudge's head kicking him back down.]

Claudio Turbine: You son of a bitch you stole my idea! You took out Leandro before I could and that is NOT cool my friend. You're pathetic in every sense of the word, y'know that? Why do you think Anderson signed me!? You're no number one contender. You're not even worthy to be in a match for the Legacy Championship... but then again neither is that freak Leandro. That's why I'm here. You want to know what a Legacy is... pay close attention, because the Reflection of Perfection has signed with the NLR...

[Claudio kicks The Grudge in his rib cage.]

Claudio Turbine: And I could of said all this in the ring, but no... you had to go all Sammy Sosa on the champ. Beat me to the punch. That's ok... because I'm going to beat you to the Legacy Championship. No longer will the PX think this place is a walking joke. Your champion does he even have his green card? That freak looks like the guy from the Longest Yard... and you? Well... Let's just say your mother doesn't even love your face....

[Claudio goes to the door turning to the fallen Grudge.]

Claudio Turbine: Pay close attention boy. I'm gonna show you how it's done... and you can do one of three things... Hear me, Cheer me, or fear me for I am the Reflection...

[Claudio walks out the room, and as if the NLR fans have followed Claudio's career they yell "OF PERFECTION!"]


We stopped to watch the first of UFAs' PX Programming.
Now we know why some animals eat their own children.
NLR 24/7.

Sully : John it�s the time we�ve all been waiting for .. it�s time to Sinn!

JP: The NLR�s First Lady has a daunting task ahead of her as she steps into the main event spotlight. Sharing that spot light with her tonight is a professional wrestling guru, Troy Knight.

Sully: He is one lucky man! Not that he even appreciates what�s been given to him. You know, I never thought I would say this, but I wish I was Troy tonight!

[ As Sully complains about not being in Troy�s shoes, he is cut off by the sounds of Sinn! Sinnocence�s music comes blasting through the arena sending the crowd into a fit of joy. The luscious, voluptuous and down right hot Sinn walks out onto the stage instantly sending all the red blooded males in the crowd into a state of heavy breathing ]

Sully: This standing ovation has just doubled in the arena.

JP: What are you �. Oh! That is disgusting and totally unnecessary!

Sully: But also totally true!

[ Sinn walks down the ramp as seductive as ever and in no time reaches the ring. As she does she slowly walks up the ring steps and onto the apron. She swings one leg over the second rope and then bends over it to get into the ring, giving the fans behind her an eye full. Sinn smiles devilishly as she enters the ring. Sinn walks over to the far ropes and leans up against them, staring at the entrance way patiently. ]

Jackie Frazier: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring first, she is the Next Level Revolution�s First Lady, weighing in at 5 foot 7, 150 pounds, she is Sinnocence!

JP: Looks like she isn�t even the least bit bothered by the idea of facing someone like Troy Knight in the ring.

Sully: Sinn is a woman, but she is one hell of a woman! This girl can kick some serious ass!

JP: That is correct; I certainly hope that Troy doesn�t let his ego get in his way here tonight.

[ Sinn continues to stand in the ring patiently, when he music dies down and the crowd settles. There is a few seconds of quiet in the arena, before we hear the sounds of Troy Knight�s music. The anticipation is building exponentially with every passing second and as the sounds of �Larger Than Life� fill the void of silence, the pause is taken over by screaming fans. Troy Knight jogs out onto the ramp, visibly pumped for the Canadian crowd. He begins to walk down the ramp, his sights set on the ring, but half way down give a devious look to either side of the crowd before cracking a huge smile and stopping in his tracks. Troy then spontaneously starts gyrating for the fans who love every second of it. ]

Sully: Could have done without that!

JP: But not the crowd, they�re loving it!

Jackie Frazier: Making his way down to the ring next, weighing in at 6 foot 2, 220 pounds, he is TroyBoy, Troy Knight!

[ Troy smirks egotistically at the mention of his name and continues down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. Troy then hops up to his feet and jumps up and down in the middle of the ring. He locks eyes with Sinn who simply flashes him a patronising smile. The ref shouts something to the both of them before he throws his arm out starting the match. ]

JP: Here we go!

[ Troy stops his pre-match warm up and steps towards Sinn. Sinn pushes herself off the ropes and confronts Troy. The two of them meet in the center of the ring and stare eye to eye, Sinn looking up into Troy�s. Troy shakes his head at Sinn who keeps that same grin on her face. She keeps it there only for a second though before she launches up a hard right hand, connecting it with the jaw of Troy Knight. Knight staggers back and almost falls to the mat, but manages to regain his balance by grabbing hold of the top rope. ]

JP: Whoa! She almost took his head off with that shot

Sully: She�s sending a strong message to Troy with that punch, she is not here to play!

[ Troy rubs his chin and checks his lip with his tongue, visibly caught off guard by the strike. However he keeps an arrogant smirk on his face, which frustrates Sinn. She charges at Troy and drives her knee into Troy�s stomach, sending him flying over her knee and crashing down to the mat. Troy bounces off the mat and is quick to his feet, but as he turns around he is met with a springboard elbow from Sinn, who jumped off the second ropes towards Troy. Troy takes the elbow in the face and drops to the mat hard. Sinn quickly rushes over and hooks Troy�s leg. The ref then drops and starts to count � 1 � kick out! Troy throws Sinn off of him and bounces quickly to his feet, still a little dazed from the elbow, and he stumbles into the corner.]

JP: I thought this might happen, I don�t think Troy realised just how good Sinn is!

Sully: He wouldn�t, to be honest most people watched Sinn the first time because of how hot she is. But when you watch her, you realise just how dangerous she is in the ring. Problem with Troy is, he isn�t interested in Sinn � in that way.

JP: You may be right Sully.

[ Sinn waists no time, seeing Troy stunned in the corner. She runs over to the corner and does a hand-stand, wrapping her legs around Troy�s neck, looking for a hurricanrana. With her hands on the mat Sinn jolts her legs downward, but Troy doesn�t budge. He grabs a firm hold of the top rope, preventing Sinn from being able to execute the move. Troy then removes his hands and quickly lifts Sinn up off the mat and onto his shoulders. Sinn starts dropping punches down onto Troy�s forehead furiously but Troy then throws her off his shoulder and down to the mat with a jackknife powerbomb. Sinn clutches her back in pain, and Troy checks his forehead, now looking annoyed with the persistence of Sinn, but still having an air of hesitation about him. ]

JP: Troy is really not into this match, he�s going to have to get over Sinn being a girl if he�s going to have any chance of winning this match.

Sully: Look at his face after that powerbomb, he�s disgusted in himself for doing what he had to do.

[ Troy looks down at Sinn and goes for the cover, but Sinn reaches up and school boy�s Troy. The ref quickly starts the count � 1 � 2 � kick out. Troy manages to unravel himself from the move and rolls onto his feet and then stands up. Sinn has also gotten to her feet at this point. Sinn moves towards Troy and the two lock up. After a few moments of struggling between the two, Troy manages to get the upper hand. Troy spins Sinn around, while at the same time locking his hands around her waist. Sinn stops with her back to Troy�s stomach, and an evil smile comes across her face. Sinn starts to slowly and sexually swing her hips in a circle, grinding her �assets� on Troy�s loins. Troy�s face drops with disgust and he pushes Sinn away, breaking his hold. Sinn turns around and winks arrogantly at Troy who is angry with himself for falling for Sinn�s trick. ]

JP: Sinn playing mind games here with Troy.

Sully: He is throwing away opportunities that any other man on earth would kill their own mother for! I can�t believe this.

[ Troy closes his eyes and sighs in disappointment in himself, he opens them to see Sinn charging at him, by nothing more than reflex Troy drops to the mat and hits Sinnocence with a drop toe hold, sending her falling into the corner turnbuckle. She connects her face with the second turnbuckle and turns her self over, leaning in the corner, holding her face in pain. ]

Sully: Her beautiful face, that monster!

[ Troy then looks at Sinn in the corner and then to the crowd , who jump into a frenzy knowing that TroyBoy is thinking. The roars of the crowd are enough to convince Troy sprints towards Sinn and leaps towards her, spinning himself in mid-air, connecting with a modified Rump Thump! The crowd blows up in cheers, as Troy�s posterior connects with Sinn�s face, smashing her head back into corner. Troy bounces out of the corner, pumping his fists at the shift of momentum. Troy plays to the crowd for a second and as he does, Sinn crawls out from the corner, her face hidden by her long black hair. Disoriented, Sinn isn�t even sure where she is, she simply doesn�t want another shot like the one she just received. Seeing, Sinn near the center of the ring, a devilish smirk appears on Troy�s face. ]

Sully: You maniac, leave her alone.

JP: We�ve seen this look before Sully, I think Troy is going to whip out the most recent addition to his arsenal.

Sully: Don�t use the words Troy, whip out, and arse in the same sentence � ever again!

[ Troy hops over Sinn who is still down in the middle of the ring, her head buried in her arms. Troy makes his way over to the corner, and in a single leap jumps up onto the top rope, and leans against the tower waiting for Sinn to get up. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation, hoping to see the newest Troy Knight move, the Immaculate Connection. Sinn, stars to pull herself to her feet, and has her back to Troy, she runs her hand through her hair taking it out of her face, always with her back to Troy. ]

Sully: Whoa! Look at that!

[ Sinn finally turns around and with a glazed look on her face, and Troy�s face drops even lower. He sees a huge red stain under Sinn�s nose and running over her mouth. Blood covers the beauty�s face and Troy doesn�t know how to react. ]

JP: Dear lord, Sinn is busted wide open here! She�s bleeding heavily from the nose, look at the blood on her face and on the canvas, this is insane!

[ Troy stands atop the turnbuckle, hesitant of what to do, and this opens a big enough window of opportunity for Sinn to run to the turnbuckle and quickly hit the inside of Troy�s calves, sweeping his legs out from under him. Troy quickly drops down and receives the unforgiving turnbuckle in an area enough to cripple even the toughest giant. Troy�s face tells the story of his loins, but we don�t get a long look because Sinn quickly grabs a hand full of Troy�s hair, pulling him off the top rope. Troy slides off the turnbuckle clutching his groin in an insubordinate amount of pain. Sinn pulls his near the center of the ring and then spontaneously spins around and delivers a stiff kick to the back of Troy�s knees, which drops him down to them on the mat. ]

JP: Troy has lost control of this match and I don� like the way it looks for him!

Sully: Uh oh � man I wish I was Troy right now, look at this!

[ Sinn moves herself behind Troy and then wraps her body around Troy�s locking him in a pretzel like modified full body choke, nicknamed by Sinn herself as the Iron Maiden. The crowd is shocked to see Sinn throw herself down to the mat and then wrap her legs around Troy�s waist. Troy yells in pain and Sinn�s gorgeous legs can be seen flexing in an attempt to squeeze the life out of Troy Knight. But Knight resists and doesn�t give in as the ref check on him. Sinn keeps the move locked in for a good twenty seconds and Troy is still resisting the move, as well as slowly crawling towards the ropes. ]

JP: Can he make it to the ropes!

Sully: I just don�t know if those smooth legs have enough strength to go it done here. I mean, they�d get it done for me, but Troy�s not into that kind of thing.

[ Troy has no inched very close to the ropes, but with Sinn wrenching his neck, he is having trouble seeing it. Troy�s arm is flailing as he tries to hit the ropes and Sinn catches on, realising she needs to do something if she hopes to win this match. In a sinful move, Sinn loosens the grip with her legs ever so slightly, and with the ref checking on Troy, she slides them down to Troy�s crotch and then tightens her grip once again. This time however, her heels are conveniently positioned over Troy�s groin. As she begins to flex her legs her heels dig into Troy�s genitals and he has no choice but to immediately tap out! The ref sees the tap and calls for the bell! ]

JP: My god, Sinn has just defeated a former MwF World Champion! This is huge!

Sully: Yay, Sinn!

Jackie Frazier: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match via submission, Sinnocence!

[ Sinn quickly unwraps her legs and lets go of the hold. Troy rolls under the ropes and falls to the outside on all fours, clutching his most tender of parts. Sinn struggles to get to her feet, but with the help of the ref she manages to stand up. She holds the back of her head in pain as the ref raises her hand in victory, and the crowd is on their feet. ]

JP: Folks I can�t believe we just saw Sinn beat the legendary Troy Knight, to top off this always entertaining edition of NLR�s Hysteria!

Sully: We�re almost out of time, but now we head backstage where �BIG� Ed Johnson is waiting to kick off his �WoC Farewell Party�, stick around we�ll be right back!


Ladies and Gentlemen...if you're going to the W3...
I just want to inform you that Sean Hunter and Krystal broke up.
Krystal found God...
And Sean found out it wasn't him.
NLR 24/7

[We open up inside of the NLR Ring. �Big� Ed Johnson is shown standing in the center with a smirk on his face. Around the ring are flowers upon flowers and one huge reef in the corner with the WoC logo on it... The fans boo loudly at this distastefulness, but some even cheer as �Big� Ed Johnson walks around the ring looking at the flowers...]

�Big� Ed Johnson: I�m glad you all could make it here tonight, because tonight we�re paying our respects to the late WoC. If the ring crew could bring out what I asked them too.

[The camera pans up to the entrance way showing the ring crew wheeling out a casket... The casket is a normal casket, but it has the WoC logo on the top of it. They make it to the ring and each one of them grabs a part of the casket sliding it underneath the bottom ropes. They then proceed to enter the ring and bring the item they where wheeling it with into the ring propping the casket up to waist level.]

JP: I�m not sure I agree wit this..

Sully: You don�t have to!

�Big� Ed Johnson: Thanks guys... and now that we have the casket here.. Why don�t we just open it?

[�Big� Ed Johnson goes over to the casket and opens it up. He reaches inside pulling out the �Superstardom�, �Beyond Redemption�, and �Rivalry� DVD�s...]

�Big� Ed Johnson: There DVD Library, pretty small eh? Let me just call this a collection. I heard all three go for about ten bucks now. How sad.

[�Big� Ed Johnson throws the DVD�s into the crowd and proceeds going back into the casket, this time pulling out the program from the last Anarchy ever.]

�Big� Ed Johnson: Was this supposed to be the come back show? No wonder they died a week later...

[�Big� Ed Johnson tosses that into the crowd as well... he reaches into the casket one more time, but is interrupted by �Bury Your Head� by Saosin.]

JP: You know what that is!?

Sully: What?!

[�Big� Ed Johnson stares up the ramp way when all of a sudden Mr. Constantine emerges... he stands at the top of the ramp way.]

JP: It�s Anarchy�s theme!

�Big� Ed Johnson: Oh look who it is... a special guest! Come on down..

[Mr. Constantine smirks and walks down the ramp... He enters the ring and looks into the casket then at �Big� Ed... He walks over to �Big� Ed...]

�Big� Ed Johnson: What an honor. We have the dead here to visit�

[Mr. Constantine snatches the mic out of �Big� Ed Johnson�s hands...]

Mr. Constantine: Listen here you piece of shit. I�ve watched you long enough and I�m sick of it. You think you�re almighty sitting in your office thinking of things to do next. With your stupid commercials and your retarded let downs. You make me sick to my stomach. You mean nothing to me and I�m here to put an end to this...

[�Big� Ed Johnson walks around the ring and grabs another mic from the ring attendant.]

�Big� Ed Johnson: Now you listen here you�re in my house now. There�s an army of guys back there ready to come out here and stop whatever you plan on doing. You don�t belong here. Isn�t there an unemployment line somewhere with your name on it?

Mr. Constantine: Funny stuff. No wonder you need the WoC to beat up on for ratings, your own material sucks! The WoC was awesome programming. It was everything NLR wasn�t. I don�t care if it�s dead, because you keep up the way you run things here and you�ll be as dead as the damn WoC. Now I advise you to get all this shit out of the ring..

�Big� Ed Johnson: Or?

Mr. Constantine: Or I�ll do it myself...

�Big� Ed Johnson: I�d like to see you try.

[Mr. Constantine starts throwing flowers out of the ring when �Big� Ed Johnson grabs him by his shoulder and spins him around.]

�Big� Ed Johnson: Throw another one of the flowers and I�m having security escort you out...

[Mr. Constantine smirks and tosses yet another set out of the ring.]

�Big� Ed Johnson: You asked for it... Security!

Sully: About time!

[The security guards come out from the entrance way walking down the ramp and entering the ring... the guards surround both �Big� Ed Johnson and Mr. Constantine...]

�Big� Ed Johnson: What are you waiting for?! Get him out of here!

[The Guards go to grab Mr. Constantine and he puts his hands up.]

Mr. Constantine: I�ll leave on my own damn it!

�Big� Ed Johnson: Then go!

Mr. Constantine: Before I do go though... I�d love to see you at Eklipsed...

�Big� Ed Johnson: Excuse me? You�re not a PX fed anymore you can�t participate in that.

Mr. Constantine: I have permission from Devon James himself...a six man tag match. NLR v. WoC... One final hurrah what do you say?

�Big� Ed Johnson: We�ll be there to put the final nail in the coffin... literally.

Mr. Constantine: Y�know... these guards kind of remind me of soldiers...

�Big� Ed Johnson: Soldiers?

Mr. Constantine: Yea... look at them... Soldiers...

[The Guards back away from Mr. Constantine and turn circling �Big� Ed Johnson...]

�Big� Ed Johnson: What the hell are you idiots doing!?

Mr. Constantine: Being soldiers...

[The Guards start removing there helmets....One by one there revealed to be Joshua Payne, Kory Matthews, El Guerrero Catorceno, J Stevenson, and Eddie B....�Big� Ed Johnson tries to back up only to back up into Payne�s chest]

�Big� Ed Johnson: So I heard you guys are in the market for jobs... I�d like to offer

[Before he can even finish his sentence Eddie B. leaps and catches him with a superkick to the jaw knocking �Big� Ed down.]

Mr. Constantine: Thank God...Pick him up.

[The WoC Allstars pick up �Big� Ed and Mr. Constantine comes and grabs him by the back of his neck running and tossing him over the top ropes to the outside..]

Mr. Constantine: The WoC is gone, but we�re not forgotten. There�s a little bit of WoC in every one of you and every one of them in the back. The WoC played a huge part in the evolution of the PX and we took those ratings and rankings by the throat and we squeezed and squeezed until we became everything the PX had to offer. We were the most elite of the elite 8 and no matter who replaces us they�ll never be us. That void will always be there...ALWAYS! The WoC isn�t dead because it�ll live on within our hearts and souls... and at Eklipised it�ll live on to haunt �Big� Ed Johnson when my stars defeat his stars... Long Live The WoC!!

[Mr. Constantine drops the mic as �Bury your head� by Saosin hits once more and the WoC Allstars grab the casket and lift it up throwing it out of the ring to the ground nearly landing on �Big� Ed Johnson. The WoC stars then pick up Mr. Constantine now holding him high into the air as we fade to black and off the air. ] 1

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