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Madison Square Mayhem...

"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

[ Hate, and his brother, Scorpion, two wrestlers with unclear motives within the NLR... Time will tell where their motives are... ]

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.

[ Jatt Starr and Triple M, in their victorious debut last week, on Hysteria... ]

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" ]

[ 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.

[ Claudio Turbine, a man said to be getting a push right to the top... ]

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... ]

[ "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"...

..A Rivalry for The Ages..

..One Mans Last Chance..

[The words fade from our screen, as darkness takes over.. And the sound of "Bombtrack" by Rage Against The Machine, greets our ears. As the bass continues to voice itself, various slow motion close ups of both the Number One Contender, The Grudge, and the Legacy Champion, Leandro, fade in and out.

Taken from clips through the feud that has lasted for months now, both men look as crazed and obsessed as the other. As the song suddenly becomes heavy, and the catchy, distorted riff dominates, flashes of the intense rivalry takes over the screen. Images from their brutal matchups, their focused and crazed battles against one another.. Leandro roaring out to a sea of thousands of loyal fans..

The Grudge slamming The Beast's head against the steel structure they fought inside at Once Upon A Time In Mexico..]

..The Final Battle Is Nigh..

[The last image is of both men, with masks of blood after their last fight.. The Grudge with a look of pure torture on his face.. El Mexicano Condena heaving with a malicious glint in those intense eyes, beneath the layer of crimson blood. The music blasts out, and the images of both men fade to darkness.. Slowly being replaced by the Next Level Revolution logo as we fade to 1st commercial...]

Lucas Knight of the PHW...
All that you are you owe to your parents...
Why don't you send them a penny, and square the account?
NLR 24/7

[Claudio Turbine is shown entering Madison Square Garden with a huge smirk on his face... dark glasses cover his eyes even though the sun isn't out...Jason Collins comes rushing over.]

Collins: Claudio! Claudio! Can I have a moment?

[Claudio stops and removes his glasses placing them over the collar of his shirt... he pats Collins on the shoulder.]

Claudio Turbine: Of course you can.

Collins: Leandro and The Grudge are in the Main Event tonight how do you feel about that?

[Claudio arches his eyebrow, confused that Collins would even ask such a question.]

Claudio Turbine: Are you slow? Have you not seen my promos over this last week. I feel like them being in the main event is just as retarded as your question. They don't belong there. The Grudge especially doesn't belong there. The Grudge doesn't even belong on the card, or the roster for that matter. He's waste of time. Milk Shit to say the least. As for Leandro, he should focus more on finding that spic daughter of his.

[Collins looks at the camera as if appauled he said "spic"]

Collins: Well... [Swallows hard] How do you feel about the w3 stars possibly signing with the NLR? I know your former mentor Eddie B. was there for one night, do you think he'll come?

[Claudio looks at Collins...]

Claudio Turbine: The w3? You think I care about that second rate federation? Really. Didn't it die and then people tried to revive it and who the hell cares, really? Sean Hunter is a piece of trash. The Turbine Sandwhich is better then the Hunt-Cake... Nick Ridicule... He looks like an Abercrombie and Fitch model... whos mother had sex with an inbred goat....Braindead? Yea... his name says it all. And as for Eddie B... my "former mentor" coming to the NLR. I highly doubt it. Last I heard Eddie B. has retired from the business. He's back in his mansion living off the "fad of the land"... but he can't really do that when he's as rich as he is, now can he? It doesn't matter. In the end these w3 rejects can come to the NLR and try their best, but the best contract signing to ever see the NLR is right in front of you Collins. Anything else is second best. I know Sean Hunter will be here tonight. He'll probably do something "shocking" but in the end. I'm one step ahead of him. I always am. He's a rip off version of the Reflection of Perfection... The Hunt-Cake has gone stale.

[Collins kind of laughs...]

Collins: How do you feel about your match tonight? I hear Leandro might be looking for revenge.

Claudio Turbine: Let him come. I'm going to beat Kyle Bauer in the middle of that ring. Send a message to the NLR Roster. Let them know loud and clear that the "Reflection of Perfection" Claudio turbine is for real... and sooner then later I will be the Legacy Champion.

[Collins goes to speak once more, but Claudio places his hand over his face and pushes him away.]

Claudio Turbine: Interview over.

[Claudio laughs and makes his entrance into the arena as the camera pans back to Collins, adjusting his tie as he sighs deeply...]

[ We take you to ringside, in the sold out Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York. The house lights dim as �Remedy� by Seether blares across the arena. The yellow spotlights illuminate the ramp from ringside to the curtain with the final spotlight shining on both Jatt Starr and Triple M raising their arms. Triple M is wearing a red sweatshirt, sneakers, shorts, and a red buff on his head. Next to him is Starr who is decked out in shorts, sneakers, a black tank top, a red buff tied around his arm, and a Boston Red Sox hat, which elicits many boos from the NY crowd as they smugly walk down the ramp. In Starr�s hand he holds a statue which seems to be a replica of some form of relic. Both men enter the ring and each grab a microphone. ]

JP: Oh no! These two again!

Sully: Alright! Marvelously Jattastic! I love these guys!

Starr: Here we are, Mario! JATTISON SQUARE GARDEN! The King of Grapple from the Big Apple is finally being adored by his Starr-Gazers!

The fans begin chanting �RED SOX SUCK!�

Starr: You bet they do! But let�s not get ahead of ourselves here! Last week, the NLR was given just a taste of what the combined powers that Triple M and I possess! Mariownage and Starrdiac Arrests! And I am ordering the peasants in the back to turn off the announcers� microphones! I will not stand for anyone�s so-called insight into my brain!

JP: What? He can�t do----

Triple M: Damn straight, Jatt! But I have to be blunt here, I know these are your people. New Yorkers. Starrgazers, if you will. But, I recently read that two-thirds of all Americans are overweight. It is blatantly clear that that two-thirds of that study was done here in New York!

[ The fans boo Triple M. ]

Triple M: You people eat from too many hot dog stands, too many pretzel stands, too many ice cream stands! Everywhere you look, there�s food being shoved into everyone�s mouths in this city! But, the good news is�.based on the attitude of this crowd�.not all fat people are jolly!

Starr: Santa Clauses these people are not.

Triple M: The sign outside said �NLR Presents Hysteria�.SOLD OUT!� Now I know why! Each of you bought two or three seats for your fat asses!

Starr: Let�s not get into a health debate in my hometown. I, for one, agree with you and I am disgusted at this, but---

Triple M: Manhattan? HAH! More like Fathattan!

Starr: Moving on?

Triple M: Moving on.

Starr: Last week, the world bore witness to the decimation of two solid athletes.

[ The crowd boos mercilessly now. ]

Starr: HEY! THAT KID LOOKED TOUGH! HE WAS ON STEROIDS AND WEIGHT GAINERS AND TESTOSTERONE---

Triple M: AND PCP!

Starr: THAT�S RIGHT! And the woman? She was clearly a threat! She had long nails! She scraped my face! She fought dirty! She must have done time!

Triple M: And not at some Martha Stewart prison either! I think I saw a Hell�s Angel tattoo on her!

Starr: You noticed that too?

Triple M: It was clear as day!

Starr: And after dispatching the two crazed animals last week, one thing became abundantly clear last week!

Triple M: That we rule!

Starr: Besides that.

Triple M: That we rock!

Starr: Besides that.

Triple M: That I am about to open another Marvelburger here in New York City!

Starr: No.

Triple M: Then what?

Starr: That the NLR FEARS us.

Triple M: I thought you were going with something less obvious.

Starr: Sinnocence the probable coke whore�.and I�m not talking about the coke that comes from a bottle, either. Troy Knight�talk about egos!

Triple M: Talk about love handles!

Starr: What are we supposed to make of the �Troy Boy�?

Triple M: I ain�t making nothing with anyone that calls himself the �Troy Boy�.

Starr: And what about the champ? Leonardo?

Triple M: Leandro.

Starr: Leandro�.that;s a stupid name. His parents must have been stoned while giving him that name. No wonder he�s so angry.

Triple M: Did you know there�s a guy that calls himself �Gutter Rat�?

Starr: Are you freaking kidding me?

Triple M: Nope. I saw it on the official website.

Starr: What is this? The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?! Well, granted there�s a Leonardo.

Triple M: Leandro.

Starr: Whatever. Shauna Soprano. She�s got a great butt and a nice set bazongas�.but maybe she should change her name to something more fitting for her personality.

Triple M: The Italian Stallion?

Starr: Careful, that could be copyright infringement. I do hear she�s pretty wild. Not as desperate and with the microscopic standards Sinnocence has, but the similarities are there.

Triple M: Well, if she married that guy over there�.

[ Triple M points to an obese man waving a �Marry Me Shauna� sign. ]

Triple M: She could be called the Dairy Queen.

[ Starr and Triple laugh and high five each other. ]

Starr: Granted, but I was thinking of�.how Shauna is clearly skanky�.so why not call herself Shaun Soporno! Like the movie I saw!

Triple M: You mean the show �The Sopranos�.

Starr: Um�yeah�.that�s what I meant. AND CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FREAKING HELL A �RAGONUS� IS?

Triple M: Maybe it�s a form of a tampon�you know�.rag? No, wait, I think that would be more like �BloodStayne�. Maybe Ragonus is like a gerbil? I don�t know!

Starr: Look we�re getting way off base here�.the bottom line is this�.

Triple M: We OWN the NLR.

Starr: We are the TOP level in the �Next Level Revolution�! There is no next level after us! So prove our point, we are going to choose not two people from the audience to take us down�.to show how confident we are�.we are going to have what I like to a Handicap match! You see, we have given a lot of thought into this week�s display of our superiority and have come up with a theme! You see, because we can Outwit, Outplay, and pretty much Outlast anyone in this business�.we are calling this�.

Triple M: �Starrvivor: Maurako�! And THAT is our Immunity Idol! You beat us, then not only do you win immunity, but we retire!

[ Triple M points to the stone relic replica is Starr�s hand. ]

Starr: Tonight, my partner, the Marvelous One�.Mario Maurako�.aka Rob Cester-Mario! Which sounds like Sister Mario in my opinion, but NOOOOOOO�.you had to be Rob C! Rob Jattsternino has a much better flow to it than----

Triple M: HEY! We went over this yesterday!

Starr: Fine, fine, fine!

Triple M: And my partner will be the Ruler of Jattlantis�.the King of Grapple from the Big Apple�.the Ratings Juggernaut�.Jatt Starr�.aka Rob Starriano�.aka Boston Rob! And our opponents will be��let�s see�.there�s too many people who remind me of Rupert�.damn fatties�.

[ Starr points to the crowd. ]

Starr: HIM!

[ Starr points to an elderly man in the front row of the audience, who is clearly shocked. ]

Triple M: Whoa! I think he needs to change his Depens!

Starr: Come on, gramps! Get up here!

[ The Old Man shakes his head �no�. ]

Starr: I guess he doesn�t want to wrestle us.

Triple M: I think he�s insulting us.

Starr: Insulting us? Wheah is Ambuh when I need huh?

Triple M: Is that Jattanese?

Starr: It�s Bostonian.

Triple M: Same thing.

Starr: Okay�.I�m going to count to three�.if you don�t get in to this ring, I will personally drag you!

[ The crowd is relentless against the duo in the ring, the jeers are explosive. ]

Starr: One��.Twooooooooooooo��

[ The Old Man doesn�t move, aside from his fidgeting with nervousness. ]

Starr: THREE! Triple M get that Jurassic reject into the ring!

[ Triple M exits the ring and walks over to the Old Man. Triple M grabs the Old Man by the head and drags him out of his seat over the ring barrier onto the ring floor. Meanwhile, in the ring, Starr snaps his fingers and says�. ]

Starr: Referee�.Here�.NOW!

[ Triple M knocks the Old Man down with a right hand before picking him up and rolling him into the ring. ]

Starr: You see, I was willing to go with a three-on-two Handicap match, but with this clear disrespect Abe Vigoda here has shown me, I think it�s time for tag team match. And Abe�s partner will be�..

[ Starr, not thinking just picks out someone at random. ]

Starr: YOU!

[ Starr picks out a rather portly man in his twenties wearing a Jack Daniels T-shirt. The Portly Man hops up and down before climbing the barrier. The Portly Man actually falls on his face as he goes over while Starr laughs at him as a referee runs down the aisle. ]

Starr: Drink a little too much of that JD there, fat boy?

[ The Portly Man proceeds to enter the ring. ]

Starr: Turn on the announcers� microphone! The Ruler of Jattlantis wants to hear the sounds of John Pilkington claiming Triple M and I the undisputed vic---

[ Suddenly, the Portly Man rushes Starr from behind, nailing him in the head with a right hand knocking him down. Triple M goes to rush the Portly Man, but the Old Man grabs Triple M�s leg tripping him as the crowd just goes crazy. ]

JP: WE�RE BACK!

Sully: And this is just depressing! Maurako and Starr are getting beaten by a fat dude and an old fart!

JP: They�re not looking too impressive against these two. I�m liking it! They deserve it after last week!

[ The Portly Man nails a Big Splash on the back of Starr as the Old Man relentlessly holds onto Triple M�s leg. The Portly Man begins turning over Starr as a man wearing safari gear comes rushing out carrying two torches, nearly dropping them as he comes out from the back. ]

JP: Wait! Jatt Starr might just get pinned by�.I wish I knew his name!

Sully: NO! NO!

[ The Portly Man covers Starr as the ref rushes over to count...
ONE!
TWO!
THR---

The Man dressed in Safari nails the Portly Man in the back with one of the torches! ]

Sully: WHAT A SAVE!

JP: THAT�S A DISQUALIFICATION! THEY BEAT STARR AND TRIPLE M!

[ But before the ref sounds for the bell, Triple M breaks away from the Old Man knocks him down from behind with a clothesline to the back of the head! ]

JP: OH GIVE ME A BREAK! SOMEONE GET A REFEREE DOWN HERE AND DISQUALIFY THESE TWO!

[ Starr grimaces as he gets to his feet, while the Portly Man slowly gets to his feet. Starr picks up the stone idol and nails the Portly Man in the back of the head as Triple M nails the Old Man with a DDT! Suddenly, Triple M begins barking orders at the man in the Safari get up. The Safari Man removes his jungle hat and his shirt, revealing a referee�s shirt underneath it! ]

JP: Oh come on!

Sully: You asked for a referee and you got one! Maurako and Starr have just Outwitted everyone in the arena!

[ Starr, incensed, begins pulling off the Jack Daniels T-shirt off the Portly Man! Starr removes the Portly Man�s belt and then removes the fat man�s shorts revealing tighty whities. Starr begins whipping the Portly Man in the back and ass with the belt while screaming at him! Triple M meanwhile begins kicking the Old Man. ]

JP: Oh that does it! Someone stop this!

Sully: No one is going to stop this! Starr said the NLR FEARS these two!

[ Starr then kicks the Portly Man, with red welts across his back, out of the ring. Starr signals to Triple M. Triple M pulls up the Old Man and spits in his face before nailing him with a low blow! The Safari Man/Referee begins pointing towards the torches screaming something about the Eiffel Tower. Starr rises to the top rope as Triple M pulls the Old Man into the corner. Triple M lifts the Old Man up into a powerbomb position, Starr leaps, and they deliver the sleeperhold drop - powerbomb combination onto the Old Man. ]

Sully: The Starrs Over Maurako! I like that name! I like that move!

JP: I am going to be sick!

Sully: Just puke the other way!

[ Starr and Triple M each place one finger on the Old Man�s chest and the �Referee� counts...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

The �Referee� sounds for the bell and picks up the microphone... ]

�Referee�: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS! �MARVELOUS� MARIO---

[ Triple M and Starr tell him something... ]

�Referee�: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS! ROB CESTER-MARIO AND �BOSTON� ROB STARRIANO!�..AND JOHNNY ELITE!

[ Starr and Triple M look at Elite... ]

Elite: OKAY! JUST ROB CESTER-MARIO AND �BOSTON� ROB STARRIANO!

[ Starr grabs the microphone as Elite picks up the torches, lighting them. The fire lingers a bit. ]

Starr: IN THIS MATCH�.IN THIS �STARRVIVOR: MAURAKO� MATCH�.FIRE EQUALS LIFE! AND YOUR LIFE IS SNUFFED OUT!

[ Starr and Triple M grab the torches, allowing the heat to get the metal around the torch itself. ]

Triple M: Old Geriatric��.FAT ASS OVER THERE�..YOU EACH GOT UNANIMOUS VOTES�.I HATE TO TELL YOU BOTH�..

[ The camera shows the Portly Man lying face down on the floor, blood streaming from the back of his head. ]

JP: What are they going to do here?

Sully: I have an idea.

[ Starr and Triple M blow out the fire and touch the metal on the torches. They pull back their fingers in pain. ]

JP: OH GIVE ME A BREAK! SOMEONE DO SOMETHING! WHOEVER HIRED THESE TWO SHOULD BE FIRED!

[ Starr and Triple M put the torches to the Old Man�s buttocks, who is clearly crying in the ring. ]

JP: OH MY GOD! DID YOU JUST SEE THAT? THESE TWO ARE SADISTS!

Sully: Who cares? These two gave that old guy a memory he can take to the grave!

Starr/Triple M: THE TRIBE HAS SPOKEN!

[ Both men hand Johnny Elite their torches and immediately exit the ring as �Remedy� by Seether blares across the arena and they all make their way out of the ring. ]

We asked why W3 was still aboard the P/X train...
P/X Reps have said that at one time WWW was a great asset...
We simply replied to PX that they were off by two letters...
NLR 24/7

[ We cut to the parking lot where ace correspondent Jason Collins is standing by with one of the newest additions to the NLR, Prophecy . . Who seems to be napping on the hood of his car with his fedora covering his face... ]

Jason- �I�m going to try to get a word with . . .�

Prophecy- �My hat smells like hair and denture cream . . . .Why does my hat smell like denture cream?�

Jason- �I�m not sure, but . . .�

[ Prophecy pushes his hat up, and looks at Jason. ]

Prophecy- �Who the hell are you?�

Jason- �I�m Jason Collins. Lead interviewer with the NLR. I would like to get . . .�

Prophecy- �Listen . . If you�re here asking me inane questions about my goals . . You can forget it . . I don�t have any.�

Jason- �But . . .You must want to be a champion or something. I mean everyone is gunning for something.�

[ Prophecy sits up, and stares down at the little man. ]

Prophecy- � . . .Nope. Why would I need a big chunk of metal hanging from my waste in order to prove that I can fight? I like to let my ability speak for itself in the ring . . .I don�t know how sad and insecure you�d have to be in order to actually NEED a belt to prove you�re good.�

[ Before Jason can say anything Marc Kowaski runs by completely naked being chased by Jen. Prophecy blinks a few times, and then looks over his shoulder as Blizzard comes running up. ]

Prophecy- � . . Uh Blizz . . .Why is Marc naked?�

Blizzard- �He forgot to get dressed this morning. Don�t tell me you didn�t notice.�

Prophecy- �Feh . . .I try not to look directly at him.�

Jason- �*Blink blink* Why?�

Prophecy- � . . . .Because it may cause blindness . . .blindness and the urge to destroy all life as we know it.�

Jason- �That�s . . .forget it I�m leaving! This has been Jason Collins . . .�

Prophecy- �Getting his time wasted.�

Jason- �Having my time wasted!�

[ Fade... ]

[ TAG TEAM MATCH ]
Bones McCoy / Panther Vs. Kronik
Writer-NLR Creative: Alistair McMillan

Jackie Frazier: This match is a Standard Match tag match. On there way to the ring at this time, Panther & Bones!!!

[ �Welcome to the Jungle� hits and the crowd Boo's the NLR�s fastest superstar, Panther sprints toward the ring looking bewildered at the crowd's reaction to him , As he slides into the ring the music cuts off. "Solsbury Hill" by Peter Gabriel hits the speakers, and the crowd give an equally loud disapproval to David 'Bones' McCoy as he makes his entrance. Panther & Bones stand tall together in the middle of the ring trying to get the crowd behind them but the crowd are all over them and they give up and wait for their opponents. ]

Jackie Frazier: ... And their opponents, hailing from Brooklyn, New York...... the team of Kronik.

["Numb" - Linkin Park hits the speakers and the crowd goes crazy for the home town heroes, as the lights dim and a spotlight comes on the rampway. Sozzey and Mak stand atop the ramp way looking towards the ring, the MWF Tag-Team Championship Belts in their midst. They then start making their way down the ramp way and towards the ring. Both walking with a purpose. Both men seem to have their eyes fixed on the ring and the team of Panther and McCoy. Once Mak and Sozzey get to the ring, Mak goes over to the steps and starts to climb. Sozzey slides into the ring through the bottom rope. Mak walks along the ring apron and as he gets to the middle of the ring he hops into it. The lights come on as Sozzey and Mak stand on the left hand side of the ring. Panther and Bones stand on the right side of the ring. Mak and Sozzey both still have expressionless faces. Bones is ready for a fight and Panther is just itching to fly through the air but holds back. Sozzey and Mak at the same time take their leather coats off and simultaneously place them on the top ropes. Mak and Sozzey take off the MwF Tag Team Titles and place them on the ring canvas under the ring ropes. They both then turn to each other, now looking face to face. Mak and Sozzey then begin to smirk.]

Sully: Now we can get to some real action!!

[Mak and Sozzey jump their opponents with vicious clotheslines sending Panther and Bones hard to the mat . As Panther struggles to his feet Sozzey takes the advantage and executes a pumphandle suplex on Panther as Mak and Bones go to the apron. (the bell rings) Panther crawls to the corner and reaches to Bones as Sozzey flexs his muscles to the crowd. Panther tags David McCoy who climbs in the ring and Sozzey punches Bones repeatedly. Sozzey picks up McCoy and executes a spinning backbreaker to David McCoy. Bones struggles to his feet as Sozzey pulls him up by his hair, Bones surprises Sozzey and kicks him in the gut. Sozzey drops to his knees then gets back to his feet. Bones swings at Sozzey who catches him and takes him down with an armdrag takedown. Bones rolls through to the corner and tags in Panther. Panther jumps in and tackles Sozzey and pummels his head. While Sozzey is dazed Panther tags in Bones. Bones knees Sozzey in the gut and forces him back down to one knee. Now Sozzey standing Bones goes to punch him but Sozzey catches his arm shoves it through Bones legs and pump handle slams him to the mat just like he did Panther.]

JP: David McCoy could use some help about now.

[Sozzey brings in Mak for Kronik. Sozzey puts Bones in an leg bar submission as Mak goes upstairs to the top rope and hits a huge splash on Bones from the top rope. ]

Sully: The double team is the key to Tag team wrestling!

[David McCoy struggles to his feet. Mak tags in Sozzey for Kronik keeping both men in the ring for that precious double team time. Sozzey executes a swinging bulldog on Bones driving David McCoy's face into the mat as Mak drives an elbow into the fallen Bones ribs. Sozzey climbs to his feet and tags in Mak. David McCoy out of desperation low blows both members of Kronik as they attempt to double DDT him.

Sully: That's it cheat!! It's the only way to win!

[ Bones locks in a hammerlock on Mak. HATE asks Mak if he quits. ... (AHHHH!) ... Mak is fighting the hold. ... (AHHHH!) ... (AHHHH!) Sozzey kicks Bones in the head forcing the break as Panther slingshots him self in and hits a huge crossbody on Sozzey. ]

JP: David McCoy should have known he wouldn't win the match with that.

[Hate takes control and gets Panther and Sozzey back to their corners as Mak is trying to put Bones away with a choke sleeper. The referee is checking the situation. ... Bones tries to escape. ... Bones is fighting the hold. ... Bones escapes. Mak senses he has Bones where he wants him and goes back to the choke sleeper. HATE is checking the situation. ... Mak tightens the hold. ... Bones is fighting the hold. ... ... Mak breaks the hold. Mak hits David McCoy with a vicious forearm across the bridge of Bones nose, Bones drops down hard to the mat as blood trickles from his nose.]

Sully: I think Mak just broke McCoy's nose with that shot!

[Mak mounts Bones and starts punching away at him as HATE steps in and drags him off to check on Bones.]

JP: HATE gets right in there to make sure Bones wants to continue.

[Mak grabs HATE from behind and throws him off Bones and into the ropes and proceeds to kick at the fallen Bones.]

Sully: Mak is really picking at the Bones!

JP: Oh god I can't believe you just said that!

[HATE grabs Mak and forcefully pushes him off Bones and reminds Mak just who the official is.]

Sully: HATE won't take that from anyone.

[As HATE And Mak argue Bones gets to his feet and clotheslines Mak. Mak quickly gets back up and gets taken down with an arm drag takedown. Bones begins stomping on Mak not letting him get up.]

JP: Panther is chomping at the bit to get in there and is calling out to Bones.

[Mak gets up as McCoy hears Panthers shouts. David McCoy tags Panther. Panther lifts Mak into the air and delivers a body slam to Mak and signals for the Pounce.]

JP: Panther going up stairs and leaping off as Mak reaches his feet oh god wait Mak caught him in mid air!

[Mak walks around the ring holding Panther in his arms then delivers a vicious backbreaker breaking Panther in two almost.]

Sully: The crowd are really behind Kronik tonight! [Mak goes over and tags in Sozzey as Panther writhes on the mat.]

JP: Panther is in trouble with the fresh man now! The negative crowd reaction has really thrown Bones and Panther off there game I've never seen either man dominated like this!

[Sozzey grabs Panther by the throat and pulls him up to his feet then clotheslines him sending him for a loop.]

Sully: What a clothesline from Sozzey!!

[Sozzey tries to poke Panther in the eyes but Panther blocks it and delivers a kick to the head of Sozzey. Sozzey is up again in seconds and uses a lariat on Panther. Panther struggles back to his feet. Sozzey tries for a atomic drop but Panther flips over the back of him. Sozzey turns fast and drop toe holds Panther to the mat and locks in an arm lock leg lock submission. HATE asks Panther if he quits. ... (AHHHH!) ... Sozzey breaks the hold. Sozzey stalks Panther and as he gets to his feet Sozzey picks his moment and hits him with a back fist. ]

Sully: back fist!

[Sozzey waits for Panther to get back to his feet again then tackles him and pummels his head. Sozzey applies an arm wrench to Panther who grabs the ropes fast and HATE Starts the five count 1...2...3...4... Sozzey breaks the hold.]

Sully: Those idiots better pay attention to HATE!

JP: This is how wrestling should be!

[Sozzey takes a slap to the face from Panther who can barely stand. Sozzey just laughs then bounces Panther off the ropes and face slams him onto the mat. Sozzey points to Bones and gives a cut throat sign as he throws Panther towards Bones, Panther tags in Bones and crawls to the apron.]

Sully: Kronik are dominating this match Bones needs to pull this one back.

[Sozzey charges Bones forcing him back into the corner and starts pounding on him as HATE starts the count 1...2...3...4... Sozzey backs off as HATE Checks on Bones whose nose is now flowing a crimson river. HATE reaches into his pocket and passes something to Bones.]

JP: HATE just passed something to Bones!

Sully: I don't think Bones is all there I think he just took it out of instinct!

[Sozzey gets across the ring and runs over to crush Bones in the corner but is met by a hard right hand to the head which drops Sozzey like a brick.]

JP: Look at his hand he has brass knux on that's not fair!

[Mak is screaming at HATE trying to point out that Bones has Knux on but HATE is not listening as Mak climbs in the ring.]

Sully: The crowd are going livid Kronik had this match in the bag until HATE cheated!

[Mak Charges and hits a double clothesline on Bones and HATE Driving them both down hard and Bones drops the knux which Mak gains control of.]

JP: Mak has the knux this is not good for Bones and Panther.

Sully: Or HATE! Look!

[As HATE gets to his feet Mak drills him hard with the knux and mounts him pounding viciously busting him open and quickly HATES face becomes a crimson mask.]

JP: That's the referee you can't do that!

Sully: Look out here comes Scorp with a steel chair sliding into the ring.

[Scorp charges Mak with the chair but Mak catches it with a big boot driving it back into Scorp's face.]

JP: Scorp just got caught!

[Scorp stumbles around as Mak catches him in his patented MakDown!

Sully: Oh my god he just laid the MakDown on Scorp's ass!

[Mak goes over and starts trying to bring Sozzey round. Panther is back up and struggles up to the top rope. As he signals he is about to fly Mak charges towards him and pushes him off the top rope sending him crashing down with a sick thud to the arena floor as the crowd erupts for Kronik. Mak rolls outside and brings in a table as Sozzey gets to his feet.]

JP: I don't think that tables there for a polite discussion about things do you?

[Bones jumps on Mak before he can set up the table but Mak overpowers him pushing him back into Sozzey who grabs Bones by the hand and swings him towards the ring ropes. As this happens, Mak runs towards the ring ropes on the other side of the ring. As Bones comes back towards Sozzey, he gets lifted into a spine buster position. This is immediately met by Mak running in and clotheslines him. Bones crashes to the ground from the joint force of a clothesline from hell and a vicious spine buster and looks like the match would be over if there was an official.]

Sully: But there's no ref they can't win the match without a ref can they?

[Sozzey helps HATE to his feet as Mak sets up the table in the ring. Sozzey points at the fallen Bones and tells HATE to count as he goes to cover him. HATE starts the count 1...2...3 NO! HATE wont count Bones down! Sozzey looks pissed and grabs HATE in a full nelson and moves beside the table as Mak comes over to pound on him then Sozzey lifts HATE up and full nelson slams him driving him through the table as the crowd goes nuts!!!. He turns around to catch Panther in a huge slam, as an "official" NLR Referee comes sliding into the ring.. He makes the count on the wrong man, and Kroniks music hits the PA system... They retreat with their belts held high, with all the carnage left all around and within the ring...]

Sully: What a match that was and we have some big news coming through our headsets it seems Scorp and HATE's actions have of late pissed off the boss and he is indefinitely suspending both of them! But that's not all !! They will still be under contract and if want paying will have to be...... get this....... Marcus Andersons office juniors!

JP:You mean HATE and Scorpion are going to be glorified tea boys? oh god there not going to be happy but if they want to be paid they have to do as the boss says and no one crosses the boss!

Johnny Karagious from the WEW...
The "Never Will Be" for the company...
He hasn't figured out his own booking team hates him...
They shot his career through the stupid forest, and it didn't miss a tree...
NLR 24/7

[We open instantly into the office of General Manager, Jimmy Pez.. The face of our Champion's manager looks a mix. Partly excited, partly concerned.. A bit on edge. Jimmy takes a seat behind his large desk, moments after checking his vain oil painting of himself that hangs proudly on the back wall. The handsome, chiselled face of Jonny Swan speaks up, as he rests too hands on the desk, opposite Uncle Jimmy]

Jonny Swan: Don't worry, Mr. Pez.. We will find her, and the big man will defeat The Grudge tonight. C'mon.. After everything he's accomplished, after the brutal reign of dominance.. You're not doubting Leandro now, are you?

[Swan raises an eyebrow as he asks, knowing that the proud and ever-confident manager couldn't possibly be doubting his own mighty Leandro. Jimmy is quick to speak up, bringing a lit cigar up to his mouth.]

Jimmy Pez: No, no, no.. No, of course I'm not, Swan. It's just--

[The General Managers words trail off as his eyes are suddenly taken from his personal assistants face, to the doorway. A look of utter disrespect and disgust crosses over Pez's dial..]

Jimmy Pez: What the fuck do you want?

[The camera spins around to find.. Claudio Turbine. The relative newcomer, who has made wave after controversial wave here in the NLR. With a smirk, and a quick size-up of Jonny Swan, Turbine ignores the loud response from the crowd.. And addresses Jimmy Pez]

Claudio Turbine: Relax there, Jimbo.. I hope I'm not interrupting a little lovers quarrel here between yourself and your "personal assistant"!

[The crowd cheer and laugh, as Claudio looks back and forth between both Swan and Pez. Swan lets the comment roll off his back, but Jimmy Pez shakes his head with a confused expression emerging on his face. Slowly, Pez brings the cigar down to the awaiting ashtray, and breathes out smoke as he talks.]

Jimmy Pez: Excuse me? Lovers quarrel? Would you do me a favour, junior.. And tell me exactly who you are?

[Claudio's smile drops, as Jimmy holds up two hands with that confused expression still on his face. He turns to Swan for an answer, but his personal assistant just shrugs his shoulders. Jimmy awaits for a reply, wondering if he should call for security. Claudio steps forward, with a mixed look of irritation and confidence]

Claudio Turbine: Who am I? Who am I?

Jimmy Pez: Jeez kid, is there an echo in here?

Claudio Turbine: I am the man whose destined to be the next Legacy Champion! I am the one whose going to end Leonardo's reign, sooner than later! I am.. The Reflection of..

[The crowd all chant in unison "Perfection!" and Claudio Turbine looks impressed with himself, as he steps right up to Jimmy's desk. The General Manager still looks a bit confused, but suddenly a light bulb flashes in his head, and a wide smile instantly comes across his face]

Jimmy Pez: That's it!! I know who you are, now! You're Jatt Starr!! Hey, where's your buddy, Tripl-

Claudio Turbine: Jatt Starr?!? No, old man, I'm Claudio Turbine! The man who had no trouble throwing your overgrown, shoe-making Mexican down to the canvas last week! Actually, you know what? You'd probably remember me a little better with the Legacy Championship held high over my head.. Yeah, that's probably it.

[Turbine smirks to himself, but Jimmy gives Claudio a surveying look for a few seconds, before speaking loudly]

Jimmy Pez: Nope, sorry Mr. Turbo, I can't say I recognize you.. And I'm gonna have to ask you to skidattle, 'cause as they say 'time is money'.. And right now you're wasting my money, new blood.

[The crowd laugh and cheer, but Claudio just shakes his head, chuckling to himself.. Hardly believing that Jimmy doesn't know him, Claudio looks lost for words as he nears the doorway]

Jimmy Pez: Oh and Mr. Turbo.. I wouldn't go around stating you're the next Legacy Champion, especially when my client is scheduled for a match tonight. The Beast doesn't take too kindly to new kids in need of serious discipline.. And I have a feeling he's gonna be in the arena a little earlier than expected. Keep your eyes open, rook..

[Claudio's face becomes one of complete annoyance. It's no surprise Turbine doesn't like being talked down to, but in this case.. He despises it. Claudio has half a mind to tazer both Swan and Pez right here, right now.. But a cool head prevails, and he storms out of the office. Jonny Swan turns to face his boss, as Pez shoots him a satisfied smile.]

Jimmy Pez: So does that kid even work here or what?

[ EXCESS TITLE MATCH ]
Ragonus Vs. Naz
Writer-NLR Creative: "Big Daddy" Devon

Jackie Frazier: This next match is one fall and is for the NLR Excess Title! Coming to the ring first is the challenger. He hails from New Delhi, India. Standing at 5'11" and weighing in at over 195lbs. Here is "The Bengali Tiger" Naaazzzzz!!!!

[ "Heart of Asia" by Watergate begins to play as out walks Naz. He walks from one side of the stage to the other, asserting his energy as the fans pop for him. He makes his way down the isle as he goes from side to side, slapping five to fans on his way down and stopping to point at the camera to the audience at home. ]

Jackie Frazier: And his opponent. Being accompanied to ring by Rachel Smit. He is the NLR Excess champion. He hails from The Shadows. Standing at 6'2" and weighing in at over 240lbs. Here is Raaaagooooonuuuuussssss.

[ "Heart of a Champion" by Carman begins to play over the pa system as out walks Rachel Smit leading out her man, Ragonus, who comes out to a huge pop from the crowd as she stops to point to the NLR Excess title around his waist before leading him down to the ring. The mysterious champions picks his manager up and places her on the ring apron where she holds the ropes open for him as he steps up and then enters. Rachel Smit enters under the bottom rope as Ragonus walks over takes off the Excess title, walks over to the ropes and holds it up for the crowd. The crowd pays their respects to Ragonus before he hands the title to referee Jeff Quick. Quick shows it to Naz and then holds it up the show that it is on the line. ]

Sully: This is set to be one hell of a contest. You have two fierce and hungry competitors here who are both making their way up the ranks of the NLR roster. I see nothing but big things in the futures of both of these men, no matter who wins.

JP: Well of course it's matter who wins or loses. For one, you have a champion who can't rest for a minute with all of the challengers for that title and then you have a challenger who is seeking to make his mark on both the history books and in the minds of the NLR championship commitee. Both men have alot on the line. it's more than just for a title here Tim.

Sully: So true. So true.

[ Both men are getting set to lock up in the ring when suddenly, 'God hates Us All" by Slayer begins to play over the pa system as the crowd erupts. ]

JP: What's going on here? Is that who I think it is?

Sully: You bet your sweet ass it is.

[ The crowd is going crazy as "The God of Hardcore" Spawn emerges from the back onto the stage. He is wearing his "Twisted Emotions Brand" t-shirt and jeans as he makes his way down the ramp with purpose. Both he and Ragonus lock eyes as the former Excess champion points to Ragonus before making his way over to the announcer's table and putting on a headset. Ragonus stares him down as the bell rings and Naz calls out to Ragonus to get his head back in the match.]

Sully: To what do we owe the pleasure of your company tonight, Spawn.

Spawn: Well Tim. I just came out to check out one of the men that I will be facing next week. The same man that still seems to be holding onto my Excess title.

JP: You mean Ragonus right?

Spawn: No, I mean Anna Nicole Tits over there in his corner. Of course I mean Ragonus. God Tim, where did you dig this idiot up?

JP: Idiot, who are you calling an idio.....

Sully: Well gentlemen, the match is getting under way.

[ Naz and Ragonus circle each other in the ring and then lock up. They each jockey for position as Ragonus uses his size advantage to get control and backs Naz into the ropes. Jeff Quick comes over to break them up and Ragonus breaks cleanly. Ragonus backs up and Naz claps at his sportsmanship. The crowd gets behind the two as they circle once again and lock up. This time, Naz looks as if he might get the advantage but Ragonus turns it around and then slams Naz into the corner near the announcers table. Spawn jumps up and starts jawing at Ragonus as Ragonus shifts his attention to Spawn and won't let Naz out of the corner. Naz gets offended that Ragonus doesn't even seem to be taking him seriously and pushes Ragonus back out of the corner with a hard shove to the chest. Ragonus shoves him back and then Naz answers with a big right to the jaw. Ragonus answers back with one of his own and the two are going toes to toe in the middle of the ring trading punches with neither backing down. ]

Spawn: Rags better keep his head in the match before he screws up and loses his title.

JP: Well don't you think that you might be a bit of a distraction to him being out here right now.

Spawn: Me? A distraction? Of course I am a distraction your moron! That's the point of me being out here! Don't you watch wrestling or is this your first ever gig?

[ In the ring, Ragonus has the advantage with the punches and Naz is realing back. Naz reels back against the ropes and is dazed for a moment. Ragonus grabs him and ties to toss him to the other side. Naz is sly as he slides between Ragonus' legs instead and gets behind him with a wrap around as he attempts to lift Ragonus up for a german suplex. Ragonus blocks it and gets behind Naz. Ragonus jerks as he jerks Naz back with a German suplex of his own. Naz flips back and lands on his feet before drop kicking Ragonus' knee from behind and sending Ragonus down to one knee. Naz gets back up and gives Ragonus' knee a kick. Rag's seems hobbled as he cluthes onto his knee before Naz moves in To take down the knee more. ]

Sully: Naz seems to be zeroing in on that leg. This could spell trouble for Ragonus.

JP: Well Rags already looks a bit hobbled as he's trying to protect that knee with very little success.

Spawn: You know waht that is? That's a sign of a weak champion! A shot shot to the knee like that takes him down? Do you know how much blood I would have to lose before I was stumbling like that!? He aint gonna get through this match with thaty title if he don't man up a bit.

[ Naz has Ragonus back against the ropes as he focuses on the knee. Naz kicks Ragonus in the knee and then pulls him down to the mat. Naz tries for a step toe hold but gets pushed back by Ragonus with a strong thrust from both legs. Not to be denied. Naz, returns with a another kick to Ragonus' knee and then tries again for a step over toe hold. This time Ragonus grabs Naz and pulls him forward, sending him through the ropes and to the floor. Naz hits face first and lays on the floor as Rachel Smit yells for Ragonus to get up and take advantage of the situation. Ragonus rolls out of the ring and then limps over to Naz. He picks up Naz by his hair and then rams him shoulder first into the ring post and then gets a running start before tossing him into the ring steps. Naz grimmaces in pain as Rachel Smit barks for Ragonus to stay on him. ]

JP: Well the tide has turned and Ragonus is on the charge right now! He's truly showing the heart of a champion.

Spawn: What!? Are you kidding me? I've seen more hardcore spirit in girl scouts that this guy. He'll have to do a hell of alot more to impress me.

Sully: Well don't look now cause I think that he might have heard you.

[ Ragonus walks over to a nearby camera man who has taken a seat on a folding chair near ringside and pushes him to the side. Ragonus then takes the chair and folds it up before swinging it across Naz's back. WHACK! The chair crashes down and Naz grimmaces in pain. Ragonus swings again. WHACK! Naz is down as Ragonus then takes the chair and places it over Naz's shoulder. Ragonus then hops up onto the ring apron and comes sailing down on chair with a sickening thud. Naz rolls around on the arean floor in pain, hodling his arm. The crowd begins to chant "Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" over and over again after seeing the act that was just perputrated on Naz. ]

Sully: Oh my god, I think that Naz's shoulder might be sperated.

Spawn: Even with one arm, I think that Naz can still take a pussy like Ragonus. He aint nobody special. Shit, I'm ten times the champion that he ever could hope to be.

JP: Well he beat you.

Spawn: That was a fluke. A one time event. We'll see next week just how tought Ragnus really is when he gets back intot he ring with me.

[ Ragonus picks up Naz and first rams him into the ringpost again and then tosses him into the ring. Naz just lays here, holing his shoulder as Ragonus slides in. Spawn stands and jaws at Ragonus again. At first Ragonus' attention is diverted, but he gets back to Naz as he puts his foot down on Naz's throat, choking the Bengali Tiger . Ragonus seems alomst sadistic as Naz is struggling for air. Spawn puts down the headphones and comes over to ringside, yelling into the ring as Ragonus. Ragonus comes over and glares at Spawn before turning to go back. Spawn seems content that Ragonus has backed down, but then Ragonus runs towards the other side ropes as if he is going to attempt a slide or plancha on Spawn, but needs momentum, but as he hits the rings, Naz, pulls down the top rope and Ragonus spills over the top rope and hits the floor. Naz takes a few moments to take a breather as Rachel comes over to check on her man as Spawn returns to his seat at the announcer's table. Ragonus is dazed, but not out as he gets up to his feet. Naz sees Ragonus getting up and get to his feet and runs into the ropes. Naz comes sailing over with a twisting plancha, but Rachel Smit pushes Ragonus out of the way and Naz hits nothing but floor. ]

Spawn: Mother Of god, do you see that? This punk is so weak that he needs his manager to help him sleep walk through this match.

[ Ragonus gets to his feet and shakes off the cobwebs. Rachel Smit coordinates direction and tells Ragonus to finish off Naz while he has the chance. Ragonus picks up Naz and tosses him into the ring. Ragonus slowly climbs in after him. Ragonus picks up Naz and tosses him into the corner. Ragonus stalks Naz and waits before delivering a cutting knife edge chop to Naz. Naz is reeling as he covers his chest. Ragonus pushes him back into the corner and delivers yet another, but this time Naz answers back with skin peeling open hand slap to Ragonus' chest. Ragonus answer back with another knife edge. Naz answers yet again with another open palm slap. Before Ragfonus can answer back, Naz delivers another, and another, and another. Ragonus back pedals up against the ropes, but as Naz moves in for the kill Ragonus drops kicks him in the injured arm. Naz is crippled from the pain as he goes down to his knee. Ragonus pulls Naz up by his hair and throws him back into the corner. Ragonus signals that he about to put an end to the match as he picks up Naz and places him on the top rope. Ragonus steps up as he has Naz in place for the Killign Stroke. As Ragonus goes to lift Naz, Naz fights it and delivers a big right to the face of Ragonus. Ragonus tries to answer back, but Naz pokes him in the eye and then rakes his face. ]

Sully: You have Naz making the comback attempt with desperate yet effective moves here.

Spawn: Oh this is getting on my nerves.

[ Spawn tosses down his headset and grabs his chair as he hops up on the ring apron ans suddenly strikes Naz in the back with the chair. Naz falls almost limp as Spawn hops down and starts making his way up the isle. Ragonus get his wita about him again as he notices that Naz is not fighting back anymore. So Ragonus picks up Naz and crashes him down into the ring the the top rope branbuster known as The Killing Stroke. Ragonus covers Naz as Jeff Quick counts 1...2....3! Ragonus secures the victory as Rachel SMit comes into the ring and tells Ragonus what happened. Ragonus locks eyes with Spawn and Spawn signals to him that he wants to be the one to take the title from Ragonus. Ragonus just stares as Spawn backs his way up the rampway, making title signs as he does so. ]

What the Hell has happened to HCWs' Programming, as of late?
Seems another company has reached rock bottom and is showing signs of starting to dig...
NLR 24/7

"Big" Ed Johnson: Ah Thank You...Thank you... Thank you for coming!

[The camera panned out, and we found Sean Hunter standing there with his eyebrow cocked looking Ed Johnson up and down. And, everyone has heard of Sean Hunter he is the hottest Free Agent on the market. Not even Pete Ebdon has reached the level of talk that Sean has reached. Sean just stood there looking at Ed as he continued on.]

"Big" Ed Johnson: I think...

Sean Hunter: Alright, just...just shut up.

"Big" Ed Johnson: Excuse me??

Sean Hunter: I...said...just...shut...up. We all know too well about your commercials about myself, and it's kind of...ah, fuck it. I love it! I mean all publicity is good publicity. And, you are giving me advertisement.

"Big" Ed Johnson: That wasn't th..

Sean Hunter: Shhh..see unlike your 'main event' I am quality.

"Big" Ed Johnson: Com'on Hunt don't be..

Sean Hunter: What?? So fuckin' truthful?? Shut your mouth, and follow me..

[Ed Johnson isn't sure what to say at this point as the camera quickly fades into...]

[Claudio Turbine is shown in his locker room watching scenes from a PWX event...]

Claudio Turbine: PWX... How... Unoriginal. They're playing off of the defunct WoC like it's a baby sucking on a tit. You guys make me sick to my stomach. John Pariah.. Next week. No Holds Barred Match. I'm going to show you how we did things in the WoC and how we do things here in the NLR. I've made a bigger impact in my two weeks here then you have in your entire career. Eddie B. jobbed to you in the WoC, but Claudio Turbine is going to beat your ass from pillar to post. And at the end of the night I'm going to end your NLR dreams. You can go back to PWX where you beat all those no talented hacks. I've seen the PWX roster and it's a real shame Slayer's on it. Because other then that. Your roster is a disgrace to the wrestling industry. It's like you sign anyone who knocks on your door. Maybe after next week you can go back there with the Grudge. He might be looking for a job. Pariah...I'll see you next week inside an NLR ring. And then after I beat you it'll be Claudio Turbine who holds a funeral for the late John Pariah.. Judas Pariah.. .J-Dogg... whatever your stupid ass is going by this week. I'll see you at the Fleet Center, Boston Mass... One week.

[Claudio looks into the camera.]

Claudio Turbine: I'll show you for the walking flaw you are.

[Claudio smirks as the camera starts to fade out, he gets up, and heads to the ring... ]

Amy Ritter turns us down when we offer her employment?
That's ok, I guess we're better off...
You could throw her in the river and skim ugly for two days....
NLR 24/7

[ STANDARD MATCH ]
Claudio Turbine Vs. Kyle Bauer
Writer(s)- NLR Creative: "Big" Ed Johnson/Johnny Swan.

[The camera pans to the NLRtron and shows the image of a mirror... The words �Reflection of Perfection� quickly come across it before the mirror is shattered into a million pieces and �Firefly� by Breaking Benjamin hits the P.A. system with authority.]

You, my friend, you're a lot like them, But I cut your line and you know I did, Now I'm lost in you, Like I always do and I'd die to win, Cause I'm born to lose

[Claudio Turbine emerges from behind the curtains stepping to the top of the ramp way. He extends his arms out to the side of his body with black and gold sparks coming from the top of the entrance way and shooting up from the bottom of it. The fans erupt in a mixture of boo�s and cheer�s as Claudio mouths the words �Reflection...� and some of the crowd screams back �OF PERFECTION!� as he begins to make his way down the ramp.]

Firefly could you shine your light, Now I love your ways, cause they're just like mine, Now I'm justified, as I fall in line, And it's hard to try, when you're open wide

[Claudio stops at ringside looking inside the ring and then he takes a step back before running forward and leaping up onto the ring apron, not wasting any time he flips over the ropes entering the ring and spinning in a circle with his arms out to the sides... he quickly runs up to the ladder, and climbs it 3/4, and raising his hands into the air before screaming �THE REFLECTION� now the fans are really into it as the majority of them scream back �OF PERFECTION!�..]

Bring me your enemies Lay them before me, and walk away, walk away, walk away. Firefly could you shine your light, Now I love your ways, cause they're just like mine, Now I'm justified, as I fall in line, And it's hard to try, when you're open wide

[Claudio hops down and removes his sunglasses, that surprisingly stayed on his face during the flip and he hands them to the ring attendant. He props himself up on one of the 4-Towers, awaiting his opponent for the night...

"Attack" by 30 Seconds to Mars begins to play to a semi luke-warm pop, but no one appears at the entranceway, as Turbine begins to laugh... He mocks the crowd, as the referee signals something to the staff at ringside... The music is cued again, and yet, nothing.... A Third time, and the referee finally calls for a bell... The announcer, Jackie Frazier, calls the match with the referees decision... ]

Jackie Frazier: The referee has called this match as a result of a count out... The winner of the match, Claudio Turbine!!!

JP: This makes me nauseous... Where is Kyle Bauer?

Sully: We're being taken to the back, where it appears we have that answer John...

[ The camera pans backstage where Kyle Bauer is being loaded into an amulance, he's surrounded by medical staff and security, and upon seeing this, Claudio laughs and prepares to leave the ring... As he does though, The Trons image changes to the visage of one Jimmy Pez... Pez looks down at Turbine, and sets the record straight regarding what obviously was a dirty tactic performed by Turbine, just moments before his match... ]

Jimmy Pez: Look here, you little punk, you think your funny? You think you're so smart? Well Junior, I'll tell you something that maybe you Didn't know... Next week, I'm changing your match with John Pariah.. No longer is it going to be No-Holds-Barred, but instead, we are going to make your match a LUMBERJACK match, which should be quite interesting seeings that at least two-thirds of my roster have you pegged as nothing but an eventual burn-out.. Now, I want you to remove yourself from MY ring, before you get hurt, because after your actions last week, I know for a FACT, that there is someone here tonight that is gathering what he needs to take you out..

[ Claudio makes the motion telling whomever may be planning in the back to "bring it on"... as the show heads to commercial.. ]

Sean Hunter called NLR the dungeon of the PX network.
Honey, Big Ed doesn't want to sign you because you'll bring us to the top of the ratings..
It's because Mistress Sinnocence needs a new whipping boy.
NLR 24/7

[ The scene cuts to the entry area backstage at Madison Square Garden, a big pink limousine pulls up, the Chicago Posse has arrived.Troy Knight climbs out followed by the two Knight children; Bobby and Myles, and then a stunning looking young man gets out of the limo, it is actor Jonathan Taylor Thomas. The camera follows them as they walk down the hall. They stop before a door with a small sign on it that says "Chicago Posse". Troy opens the door and points inside, and the boys enter the room. Troy then speaks to the boys... ]

Troy: "You two stay in here until Jon and I get back"

Bobby; "DAT SUX!"

Troy: "Just calm down Sport, we won't be gone long, I promise"

[ Troy and Jon walk down the hall, Troy's hand fondling Jon's backside as they walk out of sight. As soon as they are out of view the boys emerge from the room and begin down the corridor, they are encountered by someone that they did not expect to see at Hysteria. Upon seeing the wrestling superstar that retreat to their reserved room.. Ed Johnson is seen slightly behind Sean Hunter following him through the halls, and they soon arrive at Leandro's lockeroom.]

Sean Hunter: You see that Johnson??

"Big" Ed Johnson: Uh, yeah?

Sean Hunter: That's a disgrace. Not the door. Not even the faceplate, but the man behind the door. It sickens me. It absolutely sickens me. Do I say this because of his decline of my Pose Down?? Of course not. I knew he would never accept. A losing battle is something he is not comfortable with, but that is what he would have if I were to sign with NLR..

"Big" Ed Johnson: Does that mean you are going to sign with NLR??

Sean Hunter: I didn't say that. I'm pointing out what I see WRONG with your company. And, don't even get me started on that Sean Hunter rip off...a CHEAP one at that. I mean I keep finding more and more things wrong with this company. Why should I sign with you guys??

"Big" Ed Johnson: I've got the perfect reasons! Sean Hunter: Show me..

[Both Sean and Ed made their way down the hall, and Ed opens a door, and Sean peaks his head in and sees some talent.]

Sean Hunter: Who in the hell are they??

"Big" Ed Johnson: Well from left to right. That's Sinnocence, uh okay..so our women's division sucks.

Sean Hunter: And, this interests me for what reason?? I have a wife..

"Big" Ed Johnson: I heard..

Sean Hunter: I don't care what you heard! That's it..just take me to the damn ring.

"Big" Ed Johnson: The ring??

Sean Hunter: The ring..

"Big" Ed Johnson: The ring!

[ We cut back to Troy and Jon enter the room and find the boys who are wide-eyed. Troy senses that something has transpired during his absence and asks ]

Troy: Okay Bobby whats going on?

Bobby: "WEESE SAWED SOMEWUN FAMUS!"

Troy: "You saw someone famous? Who?"

Bobby: "WE SAWED GOSH!"

Troy: "Who the heck is GOSH?"

Bobby: "YOUSE KNOWS GOSH, SHON HUNTOR!"

Troy: "Sean Hunter is here at Hysteria?"

Bobby: "YESH, GOSH IZ HEERS!"

Troy: "Why do you call Sean Hunter GOSH?"

Bobby: "G.O.S.H. STANS FORZ G-RATELY O-VERAHLEE RATID S-HON H-UNTOR

Troy: Where did you get the idea that Sean Hunter is greatly over-rated?"

Bobby: "DATS WUTS YOU SAYED!"

Troy: "Do me a favor son, and keep that to yourself.."

[5.....
4.....
3.....
2.....
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BOOM!

A single blast of pyro shoots off, and Papa Roach's "Not Listening" begins playing as the screen shows sped-up clips of Sean Hunter in action: Hunter posing; a slow-motion clip of Hunter delivering the Decapitator; Hunter ducking a clothesline from Deandre Carter, jumping up, and then hitting the Decapitator; and Hunter then is seen in slow motion leaping from the top rope and hitting Moment of Silence upon the motionless Sean Chandler. The entryway slowly begins to light up as one spotlight after another snaps down on the entrance. As the lights continue to shoot down upon the entryway Sean Hunter steps out into the pure view of everyone in the arena. The lights in the arena begin to gradually return to their original glow as Sean walks down the entrance ramp staring at the fans with his overly confident smile that brings a glow to his face. Sean Hunter then continues down the rampway and throws his arm out to the side acknowledging the fans and showing the crowd his smug grin. Sean Hunter then slowly steps up the ring steps; step after step, walking with such a purpose. As Sean places his foot on the ring apron he immediately follows up by thrusting his opposite leg through the ropes, as he lunges into the ring. Hunter walks to his corner, and he jumps on the top turnbuckle looking throughout the crowd. Sean Hunter then jumps off the turnbuckle and as the music begins to slowly die Sean lays on the turnbuckle and the arrogance that is running through his veins is unmatched anyone, and everyone. As he stands there in the middle of the ring he waits for Ed Johnson to come down, and he slowly is making his way down to the ring. It's not that he fears Sean, but he is worried about what is to come of all of this. Of what is point is of being down at the ring. Finally, he begins to strut down like him ol' self, and no one is really sure what changed his attitude, but as he finally finishes getting in the ring. Sean looks over at him and hands him the mic.]

Sean Hunter: Alright, pudgy you are going to hold this mic. Stay still, and you are going to make damn sure not to move.

"Big" Ed Johnson: I'll have you know that I am the "Head-Writer" of NLR!

Sean Hunter: And, I'm the almighty Cake! So, shut the fuck up. Stay still. Keep that mic at the right heighth, and if you don't move as I move...you'll be put out of your damn misery. Got it, boy??

"Big" Ed Johnson: What the..I ain't no boy!

Sean Hunter: Fine!

[Out of nowhere Ed Johnson gets hit with the Shattered Dreams falling down to the mat! Sean Hunter stands up looking down at him, and he leans down on one knee and turns him over, and lifts the mic upto his lips.]

Sean Hunter: Don't turn into another Baralai. Don't even think about it.

[Standing up completely he looks both ways wth a slight grin on his face.]

Sean Hunter: Everyone wants to know who I am signing with. Who is going to be the company to sign the biggest free agent to ever grace the Projekt Xero system. I mean there are so many companies worthy, well some would say they are worthy of signing me. Which is obviously a lie. But, we have four companies trying to resign me, and we have W3 resurrecting itself. Speaking of which. Come on out here with my title!

[Suddenly we hear the Mexican national anthem, and a little mexican girl is seen walking out with a shirt that says, "The Beast doesn't love his own daughter. Does he love you??" Sean is getting a hoot out of it, and she tries to enter the ring, but Sean shakes his head.]

Sean Hunter: Dirty mexicans aren't allowed in the ring. And, Leandro is an exception. He's got Grudge to be his bitch.

[The little girl looks like she is about to cry, and Sean rips the W3 Franchise Championship from her and he stands up straight. Shaking his head as he walks back to the middle of the ring he hoists the W3 Franchise Championship over his right shoulder.]

Sean Hunter: Does this mean I am signing with NLR, and bringing the W3 Franchise Championship to NLR?? Please. Get real folks. This is not what I would call a great competitive company. And, I have seen the reaction to my presence in the back. A bunch of whining little shits who can't stand that someone might actually be better than them. Scary, I know.

[Sean's sarcasm is duely noted and many of the NLR fans give him a boo, but then there are those who love Sean Hunter. Obviously. So, the reaction is of course mixed between the crowd..]

Sean Hunter: Now, where do I start in reaction to the whole roster hating me?? Well, I understand they fear me. I would too. I mean Claudio is taking my gimmick, and making it look like some second rate job act. Hey, Claudio...get your own fucking gimmick. I'm the one who does things...Perfectly. You're the one who takes my gimmick, and tears it to shreds. Will I get to see a sad ass cake gimmick from you?? Hopefully, you don't try to rip my name. God, I hope so..

[A chuckle is heard coming from Sean. From what we can tell he is thinking about "The Claudio Cake."]

Sean Hunter: But, enough about second rate talent. Grudge, ah fuck...I went right back into second rate talent. Well, Grudge...what can I say?? Why don't you just bend over and take it in the ass again. I'm sure that dirty Mexican, Leandro would be more than glad to walk all over your "welcome" doormat.

[Lowering the mic for a moment, the crowd once again has a mixed reaction to what has just been said, and Sean lets out a sigh..]

Sean Hunter: David "Bones" McCoy. There is a little difference between them and you. I know you. I know more about you than anyone in this company. We've been through our battles haven't we?? I know who you are. You know who I am. But, the world does not know us, and that is something that always leaves them second guessing if they have seen the ultimate. Bones I know there is an unsaid respect between the two of us, but I have to tell you. Things have gone downhill for you, but I'm sure Johnson treats you better than Baralai ever did..

[A snare smile begins to grow across his face.]

Sean Hunter: Scorpion. We go back to W3, and you know...I feel something is unfinished. Ah, fuck it...you ain't worth my time anyway son.

[Sean hadn't ever really cared about Scorp, and the truth was he was never a big concern. And, for good reasons.]

Sean Hunter: And, lastly...Leandro.

[A mixed reaction from the crowd is then heard.]

Sean Hunter: Yeah, I totally agree he is a jobber as well. Maybe we should finally throw the dirty mexican out of NLR and PX. He is an utter disgrace, and challenging second rate talent such as Leandro is kind of sickening if you ask me. I mean he has never gotten a real challenge, and you know...I hope that cheap version of myself, Turbine gets his shot, and beats the living hell out of Leandro. You know I've even had a certain individual come to me about a, well you know...we are going to keep that on the down low for now. Now, why did I come out here again?? Oh, yes...to defame the whole roster. Well, they have done that themselves so my job is done. So, how about I, uh...leave. All you people who just cheered for Leandro just gave me naseau. Oh, and before you boo me. Save it. Because, I don't give a damn. I have warned of how Leandro is a disease to this company, but no one listened to me. He wouldn't help out with a simple Pose Down..what kind of champ is that??

[He said not another word. Sighing he dropped the mic on top of Ed Johnson's chest, and there Sean Hunter's trip around NLR had come to an end. But, would he sign with NLR?? We shall see..]

[ 4-TOWERS TITLE MATCH ]
Sinnocence Vs. Tempest
Writer-NLR Head Creative: "Big" Ed Johnson..

Sully: Well, the match I�ve been waiting for all week is finally here! We get to see who the 4-Towers Champion will be! My moneys on Sinn, as she always knows how to �Get the job done�, if you know what I mean ...

JP: First of all, no, I don�t, and second, ewww.. As Sinnocence got Johnson semi-reinstated to the NLR, the first thing he did was book her into a title bout.. I gues it�s true, Power corrupts...

Sully: And those who have it can send others to the store for a box of milk duds, if they had a craving...

JP: Huh?

Sully: You heard me, I got this one, be a pal, will ya?

JP: We�re on the air, this is live, Hysteria!!!

Sully: And Dammit John, I�m out of Milk Duds!!

JP: ... Sully...

Sully: Milk... Duds... NOW!!!

JP: Fine!!!

[ The lights in the arena dim slightly, as JP leaves the broadcast booth... The starting riffs of twisted transistor by Korn play over the loudspeakers... The raven-haired beauty, Sinn walks down the rampway, looking around the arena with a million-dollar smile on her face, but her eyes are wide and pumped... She enters the ring, and awaits the Champion.. ] The heart's filthy lesson' by Bowie hits the PA system and the jeers begin instantly as Tempest appears from the curtain. He walks down the ramp, absorbing the jeers and rather enjoying them before sliding into the ring.]

Jackie Frazier: Her opponent, from Boston, weighing it at 244llbs, The 4-Towers Champion, TEMPEST!

Sully: Hopefully, after this night folks, we will have a respectful 4-Towers Champion!

[Both Tempest and Sinn start to pace around the ring for a few moments before finally locking up in an elbow tie-up... Tempest gets the advantage locking Sinn in a headlock. He then sends her to the ropes, she bounces off them and runs towards the former head of the Master Plan, who is ducking down ready to execute a back body drop.. Sinn unleashes with a vicious kick to the chest.. Tempest crashes to the canvas, and Sinn, like a woman possesed, quickly goes to work... She starts stomping on Tempests' chest and then pulls him up to his feet and hits him with a stiff kick to the groin and then gets behind, for a German Suplex... She manages, and quickly goes for a cover, but only gets a two count.. She gets up, and argues with the referee as Tempest starts to get back to his feet.. As Tempest turns around to face her, Sinnocence levels him with a superkick to the throat. ]

Sully: Oh my god, she nearly knocked his head off with that kick.. She�s going for the cover...one.....two........no The Champion got his shoulder up. But Sinn, you're bleeding!!

[ Sinns nose HAS mysteriously started to trickle, as she gets back to her feet, and starts to climb one of the towers... She reaches the top and waits as Tempest starts to stagger back to a vertical base. Tempest has his back to the action, as Sinn now leaps off hitting him with an off the tower Bulldog.. She then pulls him back up and sends him to the corner hard... Sinn charges in after him, but Tempest manages to get his boot up and slams it into the face of Sinn, smearing the blood across her once pure and beautiful face... Tempest now pulls Sinn to her feet and sends her to the ropes, executing a Body Press as she returns... Tempest now, goes for a cover but only gets a two count... He gets up, in the groove, Sinn is now frustrated at the turn-around, and starts arguing with the referee again... ]

Sully: C'mon Sinn, quit concentrating on the referee, you need to focus on Tempest!! I don't know what to say here folks, it looks like Sinn is completely out of sorts. Oh I wish JP were here, he'd know what was going on... Where is that guy when you need him.. Tempest has made it back to his feet, and My darling Sinn is STILL having a disagreement with the referee.

[ Tempest has decided he's heard enough bitching for one night, takes matters into his own hands.. He comes over, and hits Sinn with a clubbing blow to the back of the neck and then executes a modified Neck Breaker... Sinn slumps down to the canvas and Tempest drops for the cover.... BUT Sinn somehow kicks out. Tempest now turns 'his' attention to the referee stating that it was three and Sinnocence goes behind, and pulls him to the floor in a roll up.
ONE.....
TWO....
Tempest manages to kick out. Sinn throws a few more punches before rolling off him and standing up. Tempest rises to his feet and Sinn Irish whips him into the ropes... Upon his return, she slaps him in a sleeper hold! Tempest's arms swing wildly as he tries to escape, but Sinn has the lock on tightly... Slowly and gradually, Tempest begins to slow down more and more until he drops to one knee and is limp in the vixens arms. The referee drops down to his knee and grabs one of the Champions limp arms. He raises it up and it drops lifelessly straight back down.. He raises his arm and calls out..
One!
The ref grabs Tempests' arm again and lifts it up.. He lets go and it falls down for a second time..
Two!
The ref picks up his arm again and lifts it up.. He drops it for a third time and it starts to fall, but somehow Tempest catches himself and keeps his arm up. Sinns eyes grow very wide as the fans start cheering him on. He starts to stand up with Sinn doing everything she can to keep him down.. Tempest strengthens up and takes advantage and flips Sinn over him to the ground... Before she can even get herself up, Tempest puts her in a Bostan Crab keeping her on her stomach, as he arches making her scream... Several seconds pass, with no "give up".. The crowd rises to their feet and start to get loud. He picks her up, slamming her to the ground again, and goes for the cover... The referee sees it and slides over to make the count.
One....
two......
Kickout by Sinn!!! Tempest is in shock and he starts to jaw with the referee. The crowd is going absolutely crazy as Sinn makes it to her feet, and walks up behind him, and locks on the Iron Maiden... Tempest fights back, trying to stay on his feet, but is tripped up, and goes down Sinn staying on for the ride! The Modified full body choke hold lasts for several seconds, before the bell sounds, DING DING DING! ]

Sully: She did it!!! New Champion!! New Champion!!!

JP: What'd I miss?

[ As Sullys Partner in crime returns sporting milk duds, Sinn has risen in the ring, jumping to her feet as she is handed the 4-Towers Title! The crowd is going crazy as she holds the title high in the air and then looks back down at the battered Tempest! She draws back, spitting on him in the center of the ring, then hops out of the ring, illiciting some negative vibes from the Garden crowd.. ]

Sully: And then she wrapped him up, and choked him out!

[ Break to commercial.... ]

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[ LAST LEGACY TITLE MATCH ]
Leandro Vs. The Grudge
Writer-NLR Creative: Mr. Constantine

[The Grudge enters his locker room. Pumped for his match for the Legacy Title when he comes across another large basket...he sighs deeply, knowing it could be another fruitbasket from Claudio Turbine...he walks over to it and looks inside...nothing appears to be inside of it until the camera pans down revealing a paper laying inside... The Grudge picks up the card on the basket.]

The Grudge: "I know you didn't like the fruit basket last week, so I've sent over something that might peak your interest... Take a good look at it, you'll be needing it once I'm finished with you. Sincerely.. Claudio Turbine....The Reflection...

[The Grudge looks down further on the card... where it big bold letters it says "OF PERFECTION!"...The Grudge crumbles the card and tosses it to the floor before reaching inside and pulling out the paper that Claudio sent inside the basket... The camera pans in on it revealing it to be an application for McDonalds....The Grudge growls under his breath as the camera fades to ringside.]

Sully: HA HA! Oh man that's hilarious.

JP: It's uncalled for. The Grudge is a talented entertainer.

Sully: Yea, he is an entertainer... he can practice entertaining the people in the waiting line at lunch time! Ha!

Here lies the WEW.. Reigning supreme at number two...
We'd ask Ben Harlum "Who's your Daddy?"
But we're told it could have been one od 'several' people...
Kinda makes us wish we had Mrs Harlums number...
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Sully: Waited all night for this one! Leandro vs. The Grudge!

JP: Yup. Legacy Championship on the line and it could quite possibly The Grudge�s last shot..

Sully: Who talks like you? Really?

JP: Educated people.

[" Helter Skelter" rings out of the PA system as the crowd erupt into a mass of boos. He walks from the beneath the curtain and stands on the top of the ramp looking a little angry a quite vicious]

Jackie Frazer: Weighing in at 23llbs, he is the number one contender, The Grudge.

["You suck" cheers erupt as he paces down the ramp shrugging is shoulders off. He finally slips into the ring and runs up the turnbuckles. He points to his waist and the fan's chant 'Leandro'. He smirks and gets down off of the rope.]

JP: There he is the number one contender! I don�t know who to get behind in this bout.

Sully: Well.. That shouldn�t be a problem... The Grudge wants it. He needs it.

JP: But no one has been able to knock Leandro down from the top of his mountain.

Sully: Yea... well an experienced hiker can.

[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 Grudge for split seconds, before climbing up the ring apron, and stepping over the top rope. The crowd cheer for The Beast, and The Grudge awaits back in his corner for the bell to ring..]

JP: Here we go Legacy Championship on the line!

[ �YOU MY FRIEND, YOU�RE A LOT LIKE THEM!� ]

Sully :What the hell?!

[�Firefly� by Breaking Benjamin hits the P.A. system with authority as the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos. The camera pans to the top of the ramp way where �The Reflection of Perfection� Claudio Turbine comes walking out from behind the curtains. He points in the ring at Leandro and The Grudge... before bringing a microphone up to his mouth with his other hand...]

Claudio Turbine: Don�t worry idiots. I�m not here to cause any altercations..

[Claudio starts walking down the ramp.]

Claudio Turbine: I�m actually interested in this match.... did I just say that? I feel like this has to be better then listening to Troy Knight�s stories...

[Claudio smirks and walks around the ring.]

Claudio Turbine: Milk Shit and Leonardo! A match for the ages!....and by ages I mean children who are under twelve that don�t know what entertainment is yet.

[Claudio walks over to the announcers booth.]

JP: I guess Claudio�s gonna hang with us for awhile.

Sully: Yes!

Claudio Turbine: I know we got into it earlier on and had to be separated, but come on we all knew what would of happened. I would of kicked your ass!... But... that�s the past...Make your beaner daughter proud Leonardo.

JP: Uncalled for!

[Leandro�s eyes fill with rage as he goes to exit the ring to get Claudio but from behind comes the Grudge slamming his forearm into his back. Leandro doesn�t even budge... instead he turns around and wraps his hand around The Grudge�s neck starting to choke the life out of him. The Grudge quickly brings his foot up into the right knee cap of Leandro knocking him backwards. The bell sounds finally starting this match as Claudio is heard putting on his headset.]

Claudio Turbine: Good evening gentlemen.

JP and Sully: Hello Claudio.

Claudio Turbine: Fine match we have here.

Sully: Would be better if you were in it.

Claudio Turbine: That�s what I�m saying!

JP: Oh God...here we go.

[Grudge continues kicking away at Leandro�s right knee cap trying to take it out from under him early, but Leandro won�t be easily taken care of as he places his hand on Grudge�s chest and shoves him down onto his backside. Leandro holds his right knee as Grudge quickly gets back up to his feet this time running and dropping both feet into the Grudge�s knee cap. The Grudge drops down to one knee as The Grudge smirks and gets back up to his feet running against the ropes and quickly coming back, but before he can even think of getting another move off Leandro pops up and catches him, lifting him high into the air and shifting his body to the side slamming him down with a massive spinebuster. The ring shakes on the collision as Leandro quickly gets up to his feet and goes over to the Grudge�s head placing his massive boot down across the Grudge�s neck. Leandro starts choking the Grudge once again as the Grudge�s eyes go wide. The Grudge grabs at Leandro�s foot trying to release the hold as the referee even gets in on it. Pleading with Leandro to break the hold. Leandro ignores the calls as the referee takes matters into his own hands reaching down and trying to pull Leandro�s foot off of the Grudge. Leandro takes offense to the Referee�s advances and released the choke, but he then begins to stalk the referee.]

Claudio Turbine: Get him Leonardo! Beat up the Referee! Leonardo Smash!

Sully: Leonardo want fries with that! [He laughs.] That was the best.

Claudio Turbine: Well, thank you very much.

JP: We have a match to call!

Claudio Turbine: Is that what you call this?

Sully: Burn.

[The referee reminds Leandro that he�s the authority figure in this match, but Leandro doesn�t seem to care as he grasps the referee by his shirt and lifts him up off of the canvas... Leandro looks up at the referee as The Grudge comes from behind diving his shoulder into the back of Leandro�s right knee. Leandro drops the referee and begins to fall to the canvas himself, but before he can The Grudge aligns himself in front of Leandro so that when Leandro drops low enough the Grudge hooks his head and plants him down with a DDT. Leandro�s head slams against the canvas as The Grudge rises to his feet quickly not trying to waste any time in this match. The Grudge slides out of the ring and grabs Leandro by his legs pulling him towards the steel turnbuckle post. Leandro tries to fight back, but the Grudge keeps his grip on the massive ankles of Leandro. The Grudge quickly yanks both of Leandro�s legs outwards placing them on each side of the steel post. Leandro is pulling in an uncompromising position low blowing himself on the steel .Leandro�s hands quickly go to his lower region.] Claudio Turbine: Good thing he already had his hell spawn! Otherwise that would of ended future Leonardos!

Sully: I love this guy JP, don�t you?

JP: Yea... he�s to die for.

Sully: Whoa. I didn�t say get all gay on me.

Claudio Turbine: Yea JP... jesus.

[The Grudge holds Leandro�s right leg in his hands and pulls it out from the other one before slamming it back against the steel post. Leandro quickly sits up trying to pull his leg out from between the steel post. But the Grudge quickly grabs his right leg again repeating the process of slamming his leg against the post. Leandro�s knee wraps around the steel post as Leandro winces in pain. The Grudge grabs both of Leandro�s legs, but Leandro�s eyes go wide with anger once more as he brings his legs in quickly pulling the Grudge with them. The Grudge slams face first into the steel turnbuckle post as Leandro kicks his legs back out sending the Grudge flying back into the guard rail. Fans starts slapping the Grudge doing anything to touch him as Leandro pulls his legs out from the turnbuckle post. Leandro quickly slides out of the ring, walking over to the Grudge, but he shows a sign of a limp. The Grudge�s attacks might of been successful after all. Leandro makes it over to the Grudge who�s starting to get up to his feet, but before he can stand Leandro slams his fist into The Grudge�s cheek. The Grudge�s head is shown sent flying in the opposite direction, spit spewing from his mouth as Leandro grabs the Grudge by his hair yanking him out from the guard rail. The Grudge stumbles in Leandro�s grasp as Leandro spins the Grudge around and slams him forehead first into the top of the guard rail. The fans go nuts at this action in front of them as Leandro spins the Grudge around once again and grabs him by his right arm nailing him with an irish whip... but the Grudge isn�t sent into the opposite direction. The Grudge is sent straight forward where he collides chest/face first with the turnbuckle post once more. Instead of falling back though the Grudge drops to his knee leaning up against the turnbuckle post. Leandro quickly brings his foot up and kicks The Grudge in the back of his head causing it to slam once more against the turnbuckle post. The camera pans around the action to the Grudge... his face busted wide open as Leandro rolls into the ring and back out.]

Claudio Turbine: Hey we all seen the promos. The Grudge loves to bleed!

Sully: True Story.

JP: I�m sure he loves it by his own hands... but that had to hurt.

Claudio Turbine: Come on... im sure that felt like nothing. His face is ugly anyways. He must go through the day with a constant pain... of ugliness!

[Sully and Claudio could be heard high-fiving.]

JP: Can we be professional!?

[Leandro walks over to the Grudge grabbing him by his hair and pulling him off of the turnbuckle post. Leandro spins the Grudge around and tosses him underneath the bottom rope back into the ring. Leandro climbs up to the ring apron and steps over the top ropes re-entering the ring himself. The Grudge rolls towards the center of the ring trying to get back up to his feet. Leandro watches eagerly waiting to strike once more. The Grudge gets to a standing position and swings.. At nothing. Leandro watches as the Grudge swings at the air through blood covered eyes... The Grudge brings his hands up to his feet wiping the blood from his eyes.. He sees Leandro charging and The Grudge at the last second side steps and wraps his hand around the back of Leandro�s neck tossing him over the top ropes to the outside using his momentum against him. Leandro slams against the outside mat, his body hits with such an impact he�s sent rolling into the side of the announcers table.]

JP: Grudge sent Leandro right out here in front of us!!

Sully: What gave it away?

Claudio Turbine: The four hundred pounder shaking the table? He�s inconsiderate!

[The Grudge rolls out of the ring and kicks Leandro in the side of his head making sure he stays down. The Grudge starts clearing off the announcers table.]

JP: Wait a minute! No!

Sully: Oh man...

[The Grudge looks at Claudio and starts jacking his jaw. Claudio smirks and waves his hands.]

Claudio Turbine: I�m right here pal.

[The Grudge walks around the carnage that is Leandro and gets right in Claudio�s face.]

Claudio Turbine: You�re milk shit!

[The Grudge laughs it off and goes to swing bringing his hand backwards, but he hasn�t seen the rising Leandro. Before The Grudge can swing forward Leandro comes behind him and grabs him by the back of his neck yanking him backwards. The Grudge turns around and tries to swing at Leandro, but Leandro catches his fist in his bare hand and starts squeezing. The Grudge drops to one knee as Leandro places his foot on his chest kicking him down to his back.]

Claudio Turbine: He�s lucky Leonardo attacked when he did otherwise I would of kicked his Milk Shit ass.

Sully: Ha ha!

[Leandro reaches down and picks The Grudge up by his head. The Grudge stumbles around trying to regain his balance as Leandro grabs him by his arm and goes to irish whip him once more, but the Grudge plants his feet down trying to hold his ground. Leandro instead yanks The Grudge towards him going for a short arm clothesline, but the Grudge manages to duck in time to miss the huge arm coming his way. The Grudge finds himself behind Leandro and he quickly drops sending his shoulder into the back of Leandro�s knee again. The Beast stumbles forward and falls in a leaning position against the announcers table. His chest rests on top of it as his legs hang... The Grudge comes over to Leandro and starts slamming the back of his elbow on top of the back of Leandro�s neck making sure he doesn�t move sooner then he can pull off another move. The Grudge looks to the top ropes...]

JP: He can�t be serious... Can�t be...

[The Grudge rolls into the ropes... he climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle.. He wipes the blood from his face and the fans grow silent to see what the Grudge is going to do next. The Grudge rises into a standing position about to jump from the turnbuckle post, but as soon as he jumps the Beast comes too and quickly turns around nailing the flying Grudge with such a devastating clothesline that The Grudge�s body does a flip before slamming against the canvas. The fans rise from their seats chanting �Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!�]

Claudio Turbine: Jesus Christ...

JP: Scared Claudio!? Scared of the Beast�s power!?

Claudio Turbine: Not likely... I�m an experience high flyer... Grudge is an experience crack head he didn�t know how to turn that around.

Sully: True Story

JP: Why the hell do you keep saying that?

[The camera pans in on the Grudge. His leg twitching uncontrollably after the huge clothesline. Leandro is shown leaning against the canvas trying to regain his strength.... The Grudge tries to push himself up to his feet so Leandro places himself behind him. The Grudge gets up to his feet with one hand on his head trying to figure out where he is as Leandro hooks his arms around The Grudge before tossing him spine first into the ring apron. The Grudge holds his lower back in pain as Leandro goes for a massive big boot aiming for the Grudge�s head, but the Grudge quickly moves out of dodge and Leandro�s leg becomes wrapped within the bottom rope. Leandro tries to pull his leg out from the rope as the Grudge begins kicking away at Leandro�s extended leg. Leandro winces in pain and brings his elbow back nailing the Grudge in the temple knocking him backwards, but the Grudge keeps his momentum and runs drop kicking both his feet into Leandro�s extended leg bringing it out from under him. Leandro lands hard on his back, one leg still extended upwards wrapped in the bottom rope from the big boot.. The Grudge takes a few steps back before charging forward and dropping his knee down across Leandro�s face. Leandro winces in pain trying to yank his foot free. Grudge gets up to his feet and feeds off the roars from the crowd as he turns and executes a perfect leg drop across Leandro�s neck. The Grudge gets up to his feet rolling into the ring, and then back out. The referee tries to control the match.]

Claudio Turbine: The Grudge looks pretty good. Now I know he can beat up a one legged man.

Sully: Wasn�t doing too good with a man with two.

Claudio Turbine: Exactly. He needs to be in handicapped matches... and im not talking about one on two...

JP: You�re horrible.

Claudio Turbine: That�s what they tell me.

Sully: True Story.

JP: ..........

[Leandro finally pulls his foot free with a loud growl. The Grudge watches and Leandro tries to get up to his feet but the Grudge tries to keep him down by boot after boot. But, The Beast is too taken over by emotion as he gets to his feet. The Grudge still tries knocking him back down, now throwing punch after punch, but Leandro holds his ground. Leandro places both of his hands around the Grudge�s neck and lifts him off of the floor. The Grudge nails Leandro with a headbutt, but before Leandro drops the Grudge he tosses him... The Grudge is sent flying back first into the turnbuckle post. The Grudge drops down and stumbles outwards as Leandro charges and nails him in the face with a massive big boot.]

JP: At first you don�t succeed try and try again!

Claudio Turbine: Do you always say corny shit like this?

Sully: True Story.

JP: STOP WITH THE TRUE STORY!

Sully: Why?! It is!

[Leandro picks up the Grudge by his blood stained hair... The camera pans in on the Grudge�s face... his once pale skin now covered in a crimson mask. Leandro then knocks the Grudge back down with chop to his throat. Leandro turns around and grabs the steel steps taking them away from the ring and placing them down on the floor as if they weighed a pound. Leandro goes over to the Grudge and lifts him up to his feet trying to apply a suplex on him, but every time Leandro goes for the lift The Grudge hooks his leg around Leandro�s holding his ground. Leandro becomes angry quick and slams his forearm down across The Grudge�s back dropping him down to one knee. As Leandro goes to pick the Grudge back up The Grudge brings his arm up between Leandro�s legs... low blowing him. The referee�s in a position where he can�t make out what the Grudge just did so he gets away with it. Leandro crouches down holding himself as The Grudge backs up and charges forward jumping over Leandro, hooking the back of his neck, and sending him down with a huge neckbreaker. Leandro�s back comes down across the top of the steel steps that he had just set up. The two stars lay out of it on the outside floor. The Grudge starts to show signs of life first... but unfortunately for him Leandro starts to as well. The two make it into standing positions and The Grudge quickly slides back into the ring. Leandro crawls back in as well, but before he can stand the Grudge starts stomping down on his back trying to keep him grounded. But Leandro�s not going to have this as he reaches out and catches one of the Grudge�s feet yanking it out from under him and knocking the number one contender onto his ass. Leandro gets up to his feet and raises his arm high into the air signaling for the choke slam...The Grudge uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. The blood flowing from his forehead like rain now as he turns and walks right into Leandro�s massive hand. Leandro signals for the beginning of the end lifting the Grudge up into the air going for a chokeslam, but The Grudge wraps his legs around Leandro�s arm and applies an arm bar from mid-air. Leandro tries to shake The Grudge off, but The Grudge rips and tears at Leandro�s arm trying to get him to release the hold on his neck. Leandro winces in pain starting to drop from the intensity of the arm-bar submission. Before Leandro drops though he uses his strength to lift his arm up and place it over the top ropes... The Grudge now hangs on the outside of the ring with the arm-bar applied to Leandro who�s inside the ring. The referee starts commanding The Grudge to release the hold since Leandro�s clearly on the ropes...]

Claudio Turbine: Now... if he releases the hold he�ll more then likely fall on his head... Super!

Sully: Should be interesting.

JP: He has to break the hold though!

[The Grudge releases his legs from Leandro�s arm and manages to position his feet on the ring apron. Leandro pulls his arm back into the ring, but before he can back up the Grudge grabs him by the top of his head and yanks him neck first on top of the top ropes... Leandro sling shots off of the top ropes and onto his back as the Grudge points to his temple saying how smart he is. The Grudge rolls back into the ring and pins Leandro, hooking his leg.]

1...

2...

Leandro kicks out.]

Claudio Turbine: Close one... now why wasn�t I surprised The Bit�east kicked out from a move like that?

Sully: Because if he didn�t he�d suck.

Claudio Turbine: True Story

JP: I hate both of you.

[Claudio and Sully are heard high-fiving again....The Grudge slides out of the ring and goes over to the time keeper screaming at him to get up and he does. The Grudge proceeds to fold up the steel chair the time keeper was sitting in and sliding back into the ring with it.]

Claudio Turbine: It�s always good to cheat..

Sully: Yea it is.

JP:...NO IT�S NOT! JESUS! Mr. Anderson get me some new help please!

[The Grudge holds the chair high waiting for Leandro to get up, but before he can swing the referee snatches it out of his hands.. The Grudge turns around and gets in the referee�s face as the referee tosses the chair to the outside... The Grudge screams in the Referee�s face, but before he can do anything to the ref, Leandro comes behind and rolls the Grudge up.

1...!!

2...!!

Before the three can be made the Grudge kicks out. Leandro gets up to his feet and walks around The Grudge, who now is beginning to slowly make it up to his feet. Blood dripping from his face down onto the ring...]

JP: The Grudge�s blood has stained the Legacy Championship again!

Claudio Turbine: Better have the Championship tested for HIV then because The Grudge doesn�t look like a healthy man.

Sully: [Laughs]

[The Grudge turns towards Leandro and Leandro grabs him by his arm tossing him into the turnbuckle post. Leandro then proceeds to plant his hands down on the top rope and bring his foot up placing it against the Grudge�s neck choking him against the turnbuckle post... again. The Grudge tries to release the hold, but Leandro is just too strong. The referee comes over and yanks Leandro�s leg down. Leandro�s eyes seem to go red as he turns towards the referee... The referee backs up and Leandro stalks him... The referee quickly rolls out of the ring as Leandro looks at him on the outside. Leandro turns back toward The Grudge and the Grudge kicks him directly between the legs before nailing him with the Grudge Ender! The fans rise from their seats as The Grudge pins Leandro where he lays... The referee does the count.

1...!!!!

Claudio Turbine: No way!

[ 2...!!!!!!! ]

JP: New Champion!!!

[ 3---- ]

[Leandro gets his foot on the bottom rope knowing his position in the ring. The Grudge pounds his fist into the canvas as the referee breaks the three count. The Grudge gets up to his feet and grabs Leandro by his leg placing it on the bottom rope... He places his foot down on top of it and jumps up into the air slamming his body down across Leandro�s extended knee. Leandro winces in pain once more, this knee being the knee the Grudge worked on earlier in the match. The Grudge reaches down and places Leandro�s leg back on the ropes repeating the same thing once more as Leandro cries out in pain. The Grudge pulls Leandro out from the ropes and towards the center of the ring where he runs back first against the ropes coming back and jumping high into the air going for an elbow drop, but Leandro rolls out of the way and The Grudge collides elbow first into the canvas. The Grudge holds his elbow in pain as Leandro gets up to his feet, now definitely hopping on one leg...The Grudge gets up to his feet and charges at Leandro managing to pull off a clothesline, but Leandro maintains his ground. The Grudge runs back and nails Leandro with another clothesline, only knocking the Beast back, but not down... The Grudge sighs deeply and goes for it once more, but Leandro catches the Grudge and plays off of his momentum nailing him with a huge sidewalk slam shaking the ring�s foundation. The referee looks on in shock as Leandro gets up to his feet and stalks the Grudge once more, who begins pushing himself back up to his... Leandro comes behind the Grudge going for the Convict Suicide... The Referee stands in front of the Grudge and Leandro and the Grudge reaches out grabbing the referee and pulling him towards the two... while he does this he takes away the referee�s view and sends his leg flying back between Leandro�s legs nailing him with a low blow for the fourth time in this match... The fans boo now seeing this illegal move down numerous times as Leandro stumbles backwards and The Grudge turns around letting the Referee go and nailing Leandro with a running knee lift.]

Claudio Turbine: Four low blows. Wow... is there anything this man CAN�T do!?

Sully: Ha ha... he�s amazing. Note the sarcasm.

JP: While I might not agree with the Grudges choice of moves, he is a very talented athlete.

Claudio Turbine: Yea he�s special. Excuse me a moment..

[Claudio is heard placing his headset down as he walks around ringside...The Grudge watches him while Leandro stays down. Claudio pulls out a pen from his pocket and goes to a fan in the front row. He yells "Free Autographs"...immediately dozens of fans rush over to Claudio as he begins signing their things.]

Sully: What a guy Free Autographs!

JP: During the Main Event! He's trying to take the focus off of the match and on to him... what an asshole!

[Security tries to maintain the crazy fans as Claudio continues signing things. The Grudge points to Claudio and screams at the referee who shrugs his shoulders not being able to do anything...The Grudge mounts on top of Leandro and starts bringing his fist down across the Beast�s face. Leandro tries to get his massive arms up to block the shots, but as soon as he does The Grudge gets both of his thumbs into Leandro�s eyes. Leandro gets his hand up shoving The Grudge off of him, but The Grudge quickly remounts the Beast trying not to miss a step as he brings his fist up one final time and slams it so hard against Leandro�s face, that now Leandro is showing signs of blood shed. The Grudge, happy with himself, gets off of Leandro and taunts the crowd waving his hands in front of his waist. The Fans who aren't paying attention to Claudio boo the Grudge and the ones who are dont' even notice... Claudio goes back to the booth.]

JP: I don�t know if I�d be doing all that...taunting the crowd. He should of stayed on him.

Claudio Turbine: Why not? The Grudge is clearly pretending he�s me!

Sully: Yea. Claudio is gonna beat Leandro for the title not Grudge.

JP: Oh brother.

[The Grudge screams at Leandro to get up, but before Leandro can even move The Grudge goes over to his legs and lifts them up going for a figure-four leg lock, but before he can lock the move in Leandro kicks The Grudge in his ass sending him forward knocking him into the referee and the turnbuckle. The referee drops into a sitting position as the Grudge looks down at him and turns around noticing the rising Leandro. Leandro lunges at the Grudge and the Grudge quickly slides out of the ring. Leandro growls and exits the ring stalking The Grudge who is shown picking up the steel chair the referee tossed out of the ring moments ago. Leandro doesn�t notice the Grudge wielding a weapon so he comes behind him and at that very moment the Grudge turns around and nails Leandro over the head with the steel chair. Leandro stumbles backwards and The Grudge proceeds to slam the tip of the steel chair into Leandro�s stomach. Leandro exhales sharply, all the breath inside his body being forced out with that very move. Leandro heels forward holding his stomach as the Grudge brings the steel chair down across his back sending him down to the floor.]

JP: OH COME ON!

Sully: What can The Grudge do!? He saw an opportunity and he took it.

Claudio Turbine: Very true. He did....

JP: True Story.

[Sully and Claudio�s heads both turn towards JP...]

JP: What?

[The Grudge tosses the chair down to the floor and reaches down picking up Leandro�s lifeless body... he tries to move all the dead weight back into the ring, struggling with himself because of the massive size of Leandro. The Grudge finally manages to get Leandro�s body onto the ring apron pushing him underneath the bottom rope back into the ring. The Grudge rolls into the ring and pins Leandro, but not only that but he places his own feet on the ropes trying to have added pressure to his pin... The referee groggily crawls over to the two.]

Claudio Turbine: Ha ha! The Grudge is gonna steal this one!

JP: It�s not fair!

[The referee does the count...

1...!!! ]

Sully : Leandro is about to lose!

[ 2...!!! ]

Claudio Turbine: They�re both losers in the end.

3..........

LEANDRO MANAGES TO KICK OUT!!]

JP: WHAT THE HELL! THE CHAMP IS STILL IN IT!

Sully: What a freak..

Claudio Turbine: I could kick out from that...

[The camera pans to the Grudge�s face. His eyes wide in shock as he takes his feet down off the ropes. The Grudge gets up and starts to lose his temper screaming at Leandro to get up... Leandro gets up to his feet and the Grudge charges going for a clothesline. Leandro ducks underneath the attack and wraps his arms around the back of the Grudge quickly lifting him up due to his momentum and slamming him down with the Convict Suicide. The fans come off of their seats as Leandro pins The Grudge.

1..!!
2....!!
3.....!!!! ]

Jackie Frazier: Here is your winner...AND STILL NLR LEGACY CHAMPION...LEANDRO!!!!!!!

Claudio Turbine: Good for him. But we all knew the Grudge couldn�t hang with Leonardo.

JP: His name is Leandro! And he successfully defended his title in one hell of a match!

Claudio Turbine: Tomato Tamoto... same shit. Whatever I�m bored now.

[Claudio slams his head set down on the table while back in the ring the referee hands Leandro the Legacy Championship, who snatches it away and roars out into the sea of cheering fans... ... Claudio hops up onto the ring apron with a microphone in hand.]

Claudio Turbine: Hey you stupid bitch look this way.

[Leandro snaps his head around, staring those crazed bloodshot eyes in the direction of Claudio�s voice.]

Claudio Turbine: Congratulations. You beat the Grudge. How do you feel? No wait let me answer that for you... You feel great right? I wouldn�t... watching this match was like watching a grown ass man beat down a child. That�s what this felt like. You should of beat the Grudge. He has no talent he has no right being in the Main Event. He�s not in your league... but then again you�re not in mine either. But sooner then later we�ll meet in this ring and you see the Grudge? That�ll be you...

[Leandro's heard enough as he drops the Legacy Championship, and lunges two massive trunk-like arms forward! Clutching around the throat of Claudio, Leandro makes easy work of flipping Turbine up high and over the ropes! The crowd buzz as Claudio slams hard against the canvas.]

Sully: What the hell! Leave him alone!

[Claudio gets up to his feet but is met with a massive right fist from The Beast! Crashing against the mat, Claudio holds his lip as he instinctively gets to his feet once more. Leandro goes for another huge right hook, but Claudio ducks and drop kicks Leandro in the back of his right knee proving he was watching the match the whole time... Leandro leans forward and Claudio calls out for the 21:13, bouncing against the ropes! The fans rise out of their seats as Claudio runs forward, only to be completely take off his feat by a sudden Clothesline that almost decapitates Turbine! The crowd "Ooooh!" as Claudio does a semi-flip, landing on his neck awkardly.]

JP: Now, that's how you get it done!

Sully: No! Get up, Claudio!

[Leandro storms around the ring, looking as menacing and volatile as ever! He slams both claws over the top rope, and roars out to the crowd, who cheer back! The Beast turns his attention back to Claudio Turbine who by this stage is slowly getting to his feet.. Leandro stalks him, like a lion stalks his prey.. Before wrapping both arms around the back of Turbine in a reverse bear-hug! The crowd get extremely loud, as Claudio's eyes get wide and he tries desperately to struggle out.. But its too late! El Mexicano Condena brings him high in the air, before crushing him forward into the canvas!!]

JP: The Convict Suicide!! Now THAT'S why Leandro's The Legacy Champion, Sully!!

Sully: This isn't over!

JP: You took the words right out of my mouth.

[Leandro leaves the broken form of Claudio to linger in the pain, while he steps over the top rope.. And climbs down the apron, before searching underneath! The crowd begin the popular "LEANDRO! LEANDRO!" chant, and The Mexican Convict wastes no time emerging with a table! Setting it up on the outside with a sinful glint in his eye, The Beast rolls back into the ring and tears Claudio from the mat.]

JP: I've got a feeling things are about to get a lot worse for Claudio Turbine!

[Turbine throws some punches into Leandro as he rises, but the Champ shrugs them off and just roars in the face of Claudio, before delivering his own brutal fists. Claudio gets sent reeling back against the ropes, but its only seconds before Leandro clutches both claws around him.. And lifts Claudio Turbine high up above his head! Turbine kicks and screams, but The Legacy Champion holds him up there, unforgiving as he stares down at the awaiting table.]

Sully: Nooo!!

[After a few seconds of holding Turbine up there, the Beast listens to the cheering fans and decides its time.. Without a thought, Leandro easily tosses the much smaller frame of Claudio high and far over the top ropes.. Millions of cameras flash as his body comes crashing down through the wood, in a spectacular fashion! The "Holy Shit" chant takes over the crowd, as the cheer wildly in amazement! Leandro stares down upon the wreckage, with no emotion passing over that scarred face]

JP: Well, he got exactly what he deserved, if you ask me, Sully!

Sully: No one asked you, JP! This is a damn shame!

JP: No, this is poetic justice at its best!!

[Suddenly, "The Hand That Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails blasts over the speakers, as the crowd get whipped up into a frenzy of boos. Leandro tears his head around, to stare those intense eyes up the ramp. After a few seconds, "Big" Ed Johnson walks out onto the ramp, full of purpose. Holding his neck, from Sean Hunters earlier attack, the fans KNOW that The Beast is about to pay... He stares down at the ring, with a look of irritation.. Before turning back to the curtain, and screaming "Arrest that creep!!" ]

JP: Whats the meaning of this?

[About a dozen or so security guards come storming down the ramp, as the crowd get even louder with jeers... And The Legacy Champion gears up. preparing for another battle, heaving with fury and roaring for the police to enter his ring! The policemen however, swarm around the ring, and approach the barely conscious body of Claudio Turbine! Leandro drops his guard, and stares in confusion.]

Sully: What?! No! Arrest Leonardo! Hes the damn convict!!

[The police men drag Claudio to his feet, and immediately lock the handcuffs on him! The crowd buzz at this, but Turbine looks to be barely even able to stand... The load of police men escort Turbine up the ramp, as El Mexicano Condena does nothing but watch on and enjoy the show.. With a stunned look on his scarred face, Leandro doesn't take his eyes off the action. When the police drag Turbine past Ed Johnson, he suddenly stops them... Bellowing into the mic with an anger that impresses even Leandro, Johnson addresses Turbine.]

"BIG" Ed Johnson: No-One trashes MY car and gets away with it you smug, self-centered little Prick!!! Gentlemen, get this piece of trash out of MY show!!!

[With that, Johnson lunges forward and slaps the face of Claudio Turbine much to the surprise of everyone! Johnson shakes with anger, as he continues to yell abuse at the dazed and confused Turbine.. Who is having trouble keeping his eyes open by now, and the police hold the angered Ed Johnson back. ]

JP: I can't believe this turn of events, this is crazy!!

Sully: This is wrong, on so many levels!

[The police drag Turbine out of the arena, as we hear... Yes, you guessed it. That familiar but addictive chant.. "Nah nah... Nah nah nah nah... Hey hey hey... Good bye!!" The crowd chant along for a good few minutes, as Claudio is being dragged out of the arena in handcuffs.. So quickly the forget their loyalty to "The Reflection" as Ed Johnson smiles an evil smile, conducting the crowd as they continue to sing! Johnson looks down the ramp, and stares at the Legacy Champion.. Who almost shows a hint of cracking a smile. The Beast nods his head at Johnson, and reaches down picking up the blood-stained Legacy Championship... Leandro throws it over his shoulder, and stares out into the sea of cheering/singing fans, as the NLR logo appears at the bottom corner]

JP: That's all we've got time for this week, fans! Tune in next week to see the backlash of these intense actions at Hysteria! Im John Pilkington!

Sully: And I'm pissed off! Goodnight, jerks...

[ The show fades into commercials, of whom and what, we�re really not aware... Go outside, get some air, play with the dog... Lifes to short to keep paying such attention to this idiot box...

Fin.. ]

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