"Ladies and Gentlemen�
[ Hate, and his brother, Scorpion, two wrestlers with unclear motives within the NLR... Time will tell where their motives are... ]
Bang, we want it
[ Jatt Starr and Triple M, in their victorious debut last week, on Hysteria... ]
You want commitment?
[ Spawn, the Hardcore Icon... He looks ripped as he swings a chair at the camera...]
GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):
[ 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
[ John Pariah, one of the most impressive hirings the NLR has made, and soon to be full-fledged business partner... ]
Bang, we want it
[ Naz.... Left a heel, came back a face, and now the NLR will push this man... All the way to the "Next Level" ]
You want commitment?
[ 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):
[ 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... ]
You want commitment?
[ "Bones" McCoy... Simply pound for pound the most "Technical" wrestler in the NLR, Brigader General, and Husband of... ]
[ 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):
[ 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"...
[ Assembled in a cleared out room in the back of the arena are the entire Booking Committee of the NLR including Jonny Swan, Mr. Anderson, and Jimmy Pez... Also present is the executive programming consultant of the P/X Network and a couple of flunkie assistants.. ]
Man: So the gist of our meeting here is that the Network is very happy with the ratings you've been garnering as of late... And we want to promote NLR a little more with our programming on the P/X Network... Better hours, better timeslot, more money... If you can continue at the aggressive pace you're taking, we would be willing to continue hosting the show, whether or not the buyout of the NLR takes place... We definately were impressed with the idea of settling in Vegas, and think that will help ratings in that area, what they have now is WEW, of course, and Midwest Wrestling, and quite frankly, you already know....
Marcus Anderson: Well, the new owners have decided already, on a venue.. We're changing the name of the main show after the Pay-Per-View, and Hysteria will jump to Thursday nights... But save the fed-bashing for our commercials, I'm not impressed, what I want to discuss is the numbers, because without them, we might as well follow WOC down the road...
Man: We know we can guarantee a weekly sellout in the MGM Gund Arena.. What about the snagging of higher main-eventers like Sean Hunter or Amy Ritter? With just the Merchandising alone, we could tie in a percentage towards disaster relief , and still bathe in the money we get to charge at the gate...
Jimmy Pez: Uncle Jimmy likes the sound of that... We are looking for a number of ways to help right now, but the acquisition of 'deese two has been slower than we woulda liked to seen...
Man: Well, maybe we can add some special incentives to get a buzz going...
Marcus Anderson: Sean Hunter, that Claudio Turbine rip-off? And Amy Ritter, the Goth queen of prudeness...
Jonny Swan: I think that's Prude queen of Gothness...
Marcus Anderson: Whatever... We don't need them... Part of our appeal is that we don't have them... They want to sign, fine, but under the new ownership, I've been asked to halt all excess attempts at their hirings, because the "New Management" simply thinks we can do better...
Man: And now it's time to tell you the rest of the reason for this meeting.
Jimmy Pez: Rest of the reason?
Marcus Anderson: There's more?
Man: The network is concerned about some of the more violent and racy aspects of your show... In particular the proposed match for the Pay-Per-View, a Kendo Stick Battle Royale seems a bit excessive... And a particular wrestler "missing" since being hit buy a truck, and buried... There's Claudio Turbine running up and down the network halls starting fights with everyone he sees, you have a wrestler with an "alternative" lifestyle bringing his two young impressionable boys backstage, and even Sinnocence was seen topless at Once Upon A Time In Mexico... These incidents worry us...
Marcus Anderson: Look, the Wardrobe Malfunction incident happened on a PPV show. Nothing like that has ever happened on our broadcast programming... The other things, I can look into..
Jimmy Pez: Rest assured we will be on our guard.
Man: I'm afraid it's not quite that simple, Mr. Anderson. I would trust you at your word. But the upper brass at the P/X Network wants to make sure that all moneys are being spent wisely, and as I understand, the General Manager of the NLR is on suspension, with pay?
Marcus Anderson: Johnson... Yes...
Man: Well Ed Johnson has applied, AND been accepted into the fold as the P/X Network Executive Officer as of this morning, and we are reinstating him as an official within your company... He will act as a standards and practices liason. Certain decisions would need to be cleared by him, as he would provide the P/X Network an in house censor.
Jonny Swan: You gotta be kidding!
Jimmy Pez: Inconceivable! Yer outta yer damn mind!
Marcus Anderson: I'm afraid I echo the sentiment of my staff, The NLR will not allow an outside group to handle its affairs. Take our poduct or not.
Man: We understand your desire to control your product Mr. Anderson. But the network has concerns, and Johnson was the most qualified candidate. I will take your comments to the network. We will be in touch. But keep us in the loop on the buy out situation, and if it is a go ahead. I'd like to know what the "new owners" will have in mind, after Gladiator...
[ They leave as the meeting ends.]
We are the thing of shapes to come
Your freedom�s not free and dumb
This Depression is Great
The Deformation Age, they know my name
Waltzing to scum and base and
Married to the pain
Bang, we want it
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn�t your scene
It�s better than a sex scene and it�s
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.
Put on your best suit; get your arms around me
Now we�re going down, down, down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit; get your arms around me
Now we�re going down, down, down
Be obscene, be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.
We watched the world end
We have �high� places but we have no friends
The told us sin�s not good but we know it�s great
War-time full-frontal drugs, sex-tank armor plate
Bang, we want it
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn�t your scene
It�s better than a sex scene and it�s
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.
Put on your best suit; get your arms around me
Now we�re going down, down, down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit; get your arms around me
Now we�re going down, down, down
Be obscene, be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.
Be obscene, be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.
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
�ladies and gentlemen, be obscene!
Be obscene, be, be obscene, ah!
Be obscene, be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.
Be obscene, be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.
[ EXCESS RULES, NON-TITLE FATAL 4-WAY MATCH ]
[ The lights in the arena go out and the NLR-Tron flickers into life... The opening guitar chord is heard. It's soon recognized as "I Won't Back Down" by Tom Petty, and the fans immediately jump to their feet in a frenzy. Every fan is wild as Taurus steps out from the back to, if possible, more cheers. He makes his way to the ring, cracking his neck and fixing his elbow pads. A few of the fans in the entrance way reach their hands out to Taurus who gladly gives them five. When he reaches the ring he pulls himself up onto the ring apron and stands there, looking out to the fans. His expression is blank, but intense, soaking in the cheers of the fans, as he steps in through the ropes. He goes to the farthest turnbuckle and goes to the middle rope, again staring out at the fans. This time, he throws his head back and lets out a roar, pounding his chest. The fans beat their own chests and cheer in response. Finally he hops down, standing in the corner, ready for the match, in the zone.
Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen follows, as LSD comes out to a chorus of boos from his less than stellar performance as of late... "Sober" by Tool follows, but still, the crowd seems unimpressed, and is ready for a squash...
Then an evil, menacing voice laughs maniacally over the PA system, as "Master of Puppets" begins to play. The arena goes black, except for a strange red fog covering the ring and entry way. Just as the drums kick in fully in the tune, Bloodstayne walks out onto the stage with his pinkish red fur coat on, that hangs down to his boots. His eyes, circled with darkness, are opened wide, freaking out some of the nearby fans. There is a mixed reaction as he sticks out his tongue, taunting, and begins to walk down the ramp crouching in a sort of 'ready' position, as if he were ready for anything. ]
Jackie Frazier: "Now entering the ring...weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds..."The Demon" Bloodstayne!!!!!!"
[ Bloodstayne lets out a hair raising grin as evil as Satan himself. He hops up on to the apron, and jumps over the ropes. He gives the announcer a glare and fakes a pounce at him, frightening the announcer to the outside. Bloodstayne runs against the ropes then slides to the other side and pokes his out through the middle as his ponytails falls at the front of his shoulder. He flares his nostrils with an evil motion as he scans the crowd with one really freaky looking blue eye.
He turns around then goes to the top and does another evil look does the cut throat taunt. He then drops down and is in the strange crouching position, waiting for his opponent to arrive and get an ass kicking from this hardcore monster. ]
JP: Folks, welcome to NLR Hysteria, and what is going on? We've had talks of a permanent move, more P/X Support, the Re-instation of "Big" Ed Johnson, and above all else, a buy-out of the company... There's only two weeks until Gladiator, and things are happening so fast, I'm not sure where the rumors begin, and the truth fits in to it all... My co-host, Tim Sullivan has headed home for a family emergency, Sully, just know, our prayers are with you and with your mother... So to start tonights show, all four men are in the ring and we are set to see some truly "Excessive" behavior from the likes of these four men tonight.. This one should be wild. These fatal-four ways are always something special...
[ The bell sounds, the four men each approach the middle of the ring, none of them wanting to be the man who gets caught at a disadvantage. LSD tries to grab a hold of Manson, but he quickly sidesteps the lunging man. LSD is momentarily off balance and Payne tries to take advantage with a shot, but Bloodstayne blocks it and throws a wild haymaker, which Payne ducks.)
JP: All four men being cautious in the opening stages of this one. One wrong move and you're getting double teamed, or worse...
[ Manson and LSD look to lock up. But then they both look at Bloodstayne, then at each other. Bloodstayne flexes his muscles, and sticks out his tounge, and dares them to come on. Payne steps back, a big smile on his face, while Stayne just grins and shrugs his shoulders, inching closer to LSD and Manson. They charge him, but Bloodstayne moves out of the way, and Payne strikes, dropkicking LSD right on his kneecap... LSD drops to one knee and Bloodstayne kicks him in the face, rocking him. LSD, still on one knee, braces himself, trying not to fall over. Manson has hit the ropes, coming back with a full head of steam and nailing Payne with a runaway clothesline, catching him flush in the face. Payne falls on his back, and Manson celebrates taking the man down, only to be caught from behind by Bloodstayne with a clothesline, that propells him to the mat below.. ]
JP: Manson finding out the hard way that you can't leave yourself open for a second in matches like these!
[ LSD has risen, grabbed a hold of Bloodstayne, spins him, and applies an arm wringer, ducking down and kicking him in the face with a back kick. Bloodstayne goes down hard and Payne charges the ropes to get a charging momentum... He hits the ropes, but is tripped at ringside by Manson, who drags him out of the ring, and plants his head with a trash-can lid dug out from under the ring... Inside, LSD has hit Bloodstayne with a superkick... Bloodstaynes' head snaps back as his body hits the mat, LSD grabbing him and placing Bloodstaynes' head between his legs. ]
JP: Here comes Manson!
[ LSD was about to put a hurtin on Bloodstayne when Manson comes flying back in out of nowhere, drilling LSD with a Kendo Stick... LSD goes down with a thud, and as he does, Bloodstayne slips loose of the hold he was in, Manson passing right over him as he crushed LSD with the Kendo Stick.. Bloodstayne grabs the legs of LSD, and rolls him up. ]
JP: A pin out of nowhere! He caught LSD completely by surprise!
[ ONE!
JP: it's going to take more than that to keep LSD down.
[ Bloodstayne looks to go back to work, but Payne is back in the ring with a Kendo Stick of his own, and he comes up behind him, smacking the back of his leg, chop-blocking him... At the same time, Manson nails a shot to the face and Bloodstayne goes down, caught between the two wrestlers... ]
JP: Some inadvertent teamwork there by Manson and Payne... I don't think that was planned, but whether it was or it wasn't, Bloodstayne is down and he is hurt.
[ Stayne has fallen to the mat, and Payne and Manson each grab a hold of one of his legs. Both men put a foot on Bloodstaynes' midsection and leap over, trying to hyper-extend his leg muscles. ]
JP: Both men now seeming to work together to take Bloodstayne apart, and they are using a very sound strategy, if they can ground him, they take away ninety percent of his offense. Bloodstayne is a power wrestler, plain and simple and if he can't stand, he can't fight you.
[ Manson bends down, and picks up Bloodstaynes' legs, signaling for Payne to hit the ropes. He obliges, hitting the ropes, getting ready to attack the helpless Bloodstayne when LSD outta nowhere, drills him with the Kendo Stick, doubling him over... He runs to the corner, running up the ladder post then flying off the ladder, locking Payne in a flying bulldog, landing into the other two men... Payne is curled up in a fetal position holding his face. Manson was laid out on the mat, LSD is rising, and Bloodstayne is up standing over Payne and Manson and arms out at his sides. He drops down on top of Payne for a pin!
ONE!
JP: Payne manages to kickout, and Bloodstayne looks like he's going to try Manson instead!
[ He does, not discouraged afteer Payne's kickout, just dropped down on top of Manson, hooking the leg and going for the pin...
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!! ]
JP: You can't blame Bloodstayne for trying, but Manson was not ready to lose this one, either.
[ Bloodstayne returns to Payne, dragging the man to his feet, but LSD, catches him off guard, wanting to set him up for a piledriver, Bloodstayne responds by countering the move with a back body drop, launching LSD up over the top rope and to the arena floor! ]
JP: Bloodstayne using his power to counter the move!
[ Meanwhile, Manson took hold of Paynes' hair and rips him up to his feet, setting him up for a vertical suplex, holding him in mid-air, letting the blood flow to his head. then drops, rolling on top of him, for the pin!
ONE!
JP: Bloodstayne just cost Tarus Manson this match...
[ Outside the ring, LSD slowly makes his way to his feet, as the referee checked on him. He hops to the apron, and climbs the ladder/buckles perching on top. He looks down at Bloodstayne then takes flight, going for a shooting star press. As he is in mid-flight, Bloodstayne races across the ring, pushing the referee out of his way as he does, and catches LSD in mid-air witrh a spear, crushing him between his massive body and the ladder/post. LSD gets caught in the ladder rungs as a crumpled heap of a body... ]
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
JP: Bloodstayne with a devastating spear on LSD and LSD is caught in the tower!
[ Bloodstayne throws his arms up in the air and roars, signaling the crowd the match is all but over. But Manson takes him down with a welting blow with a Kendo Stick, forcing him to his knees. ]
JP: Bloodstayne was looking to finish this match, but Manson... What is this?!?
[ A duo has come to ringside... It's Hate and Scorpion, and they're both packing Kendo Sticks... They begin attacking Taurus, repeatedly with the sticks... then a slew of other wrestlers come out, all rushing to the ring, all packing sticks as well... There's Bauer, Tempest, Panther, Chaos, and Naz... It's a series of shots, sending men and sticks flying like dominoes, when "Don't You Wish You Were Me" by Fozzy hits the sound system... A figure comes out running to the ring as the melee has hit full stride... Eventually, he is the last to stand in the ring, with tons of melee still ensuing outside the ring, the referee declares a no contest bout, and we prepare for commercials... ]
JP: Folks, I believe that man is James Anderson from the former W3!! He's clearing house!!! Apparantly he's not looking to mince words here, not that it matters, no words will ever speak louder than that action in the NLR....
Taurus Manson Vs. Bloodstayne Vs. LSD Vs. Jason Payne
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!! ]
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!! ]
TWO!!
BROKEN UP BY BLOODSTAYNE!!! ]
[The cameras takes us backstage, inside the office of our General Manager.
The small bodied Jimmy Pez is busy looking over some documents, when there
is a knock at the door.. Raising his eyes up, Uncle Jimmy looks pleased to
see the handsome face of his personal assistant, Jonny Swan. Swan walks into
the office, decked out in a pin-striped suit, and holding a folder in one
silver-ringed hand. Bits of paper are sticking out from the folder in all
directions, and it looks as though Swan's having a hard time keeping it
closed. Without a word, Swan throws the folder onto Pez's desk, making a
loud "SLAP!" as it lands! Jimmy jolts back, shocked by the noise..]
Jonny Swan: There it is right there, Mr. Pez.. Every single sheet in that
folder is a lead, is a possibility of the whereabouts of Leandro's daughter.
And I hate to say this to you, Mr. Pez.. But I personally checked, ran-down
and followed-up every single lead before you.. And the results not good. In
fact.. The result is extremely disappointing.
[All emotion from Jimmy's face drains, as he brings his head down into his
hands. Shaking it silently, Pez lets out a tired sigh. He slowly brings his
face up through his hands, and rests his eyes on his personal assistant.. ]
Jimmy Pez: I don't blame you, Swan. You've done a terrific job so far, I
can't deny that. But I also can't give up the search for Maria--
"I couldn't help but overhear your cry for help, Jimmy"
[Suddenly, both Swan and Pez turn their heads to the open doorway to see..
Troy Knight. The crowd go crazy with cheers for the living legend, who
stands by the door with both arms behind his back. TroyBoy strides into the
room with the grace of a dancer, leaving both hands out of view. He eyes off
Jonny Swan with the hint of subtle attraction, but quickly takes his focus
back towards Jimmy Pez..]
Troy Knight: I have to apologize. Not to you, but to your client. I fell
into the trap of judging a book by it's cover, but I was wrong.. I saw a
side of Leandro that I have never seen before, when my son reached out to
The Beast and nearly scared us all to death in the process! But Leandro
didn't hurt him..
[TroyBoy let his voice trail off, as both Swan and Pez remained silent..
Remembering a couple of days ago, when Leandro and Troy Knight's deaf son,
Myles, made a silent connection. It was a surreal experience, for everyone]
Troy Knight: I can't imagine the pain of losing a child.. So it's for that
reason, that I have pulled a few strings of my own, and come up with this.
[Troy finally brings his hands from behind his back, and tosses a letter
onto Jimmy's desk.. It lands above the folder that Swan had thrown earlier.
There is a moment of silence, before Jimmy reaches forward and starts
opening the envelope..]
Troy Knight: I know some people, who know some people..
[Jimmy reads over the letter, before dropping his hands down from in front
of his face.. He has an expression of awe and appreciation! Staring up at
Knight, Jimmy looks as though hes about to jump the desk and give the living
legend a hug! Probably sensing that, Troy nods his head as if to say "You're
welcome" and quickly heads out of the office. Not without a quick glance
back at the toned body of Jonny Swan, of course..]
Jimmy Pez: Holy shit.. This could be it.
[The cameras fades to the back where Claudio Turbine is shown storming into the Fleet Center... Jason Collins comes rushing over..]
Collins: Claudio! Claudio! May I have a word.
[Collins approachs Claudio and Claudio places his hand on Collins chest shoving him down hard...Claudio enters the Fleet Center.]
Collins: ... Jesus.
[ we clip to another part of the backstage of the sold out Fleet Center in Boston, Massachusetts standing and conspiring are �Marvelous� Mario Maurako and Jatt Starr. Triple M is wearing a black T-shirt, black jeans, and black boots while Starr is sporting a black three button suit, black wingtips, and a tan dress shirt with the top button undone.::::
Starr: This is it, Mario. After two weeks of complete annihilation of our competition now it�s time to step it up to the next level!
Triple M: You mean beat up men in their twenties who are actually in shape? Here in Boston? You have to be joking! You want to know why they call this Beantown? Because of the disgusting release of farts by everyone in this foul smelling city!
Starr: Well, no, what I was trying---
Triple M: You can just tell by all the men in this city what they do with themselves all year long. They go to the Red Sox games, get drunk, complain about the Yankees. Then they go to Patriots games, have tailgating parties, get drunk, watch football, and complain about Tom Brady! I�d say about eighty percent of the Boston male population look like they are on the verge of giving birth to their own livers! And the women aren�t exactly beauty queens if you ask me�.they look like they spend to much time at the Dairy Queen. No wonder the Blizzard is such a hot selling item, that�s a meal for these people! They must---
Starr: MARIO! Focus!
Triple M: I�m just saying---
Starr: Mario!
Triple M: What? I�m just---
Starr: MARIO!
Triple M: They�re all fat.
Starr: MARIO!
Triple M: What?
Starr: Granted, the people of this city are overly obnoxious! The Red Sox win one World Series and they think they have some superior attitude! Well, whenever I�m in this city, it�s always 1986! Let�s Go Mets! But that�s not why we�re here! We�re here to take care of business! We�re here to---
Triple M: Maintain the fact that we are the next level in the �Next Level Revolution�. I know, I know! I heard you.
Starr: So, now, you will be pleased to know that the Ruler of Jattlantis, the King of Grapple from the Big Apple, the Ratings Juggernaut, the Sultan of Sea-Jattle, the Hero of Jattlanta, the Jattlantic City Idol, the Jattanooga Icon, the---
Triple M: Get on with it!
Starr: Right! Anyway, yours truly, the Mackdaddy of MoJo has formulated a plan to make sure we are no longer overlooked! I mean, last week, Jimmy Pez mistook that goon Claudio Turbine for me! What was that about? I�m better looking than Turbine, I�m more talented than Turbine, I�m far more intelligent than that Cro-Magnon reject! After tonight, there will be no more cases of mistaken identity.
Triple M: Did it occur to you that maybe Pez was trying to be funny?
Starr: By insulting Turbine by mistaking him for me?
Triple M: Yeah.
Starr: And what does that tell you? It tells me that it�s clear that the NLR does not take me�does not take us seriously. What are we jokes? Well, we�ll see who is laughing after tonight! Right now, as we speak, Johnny Elite is out doing some reconnaissance work.
Triple M: You sent Johnny Elite to do recon work?
Starr: Yeah.
Triple M: What are you, insane or something? Johnny Elite is the posterboy for A.D.D.! He�ll be too busy finding the Eiffel Tower! What do you have him doing?!
Starr: Trust me, a monkey could this job!
Triple M: And Johnny is less intelligent than a monkey.
Starr: Okay, this is so easy, not even a�.um�.WILL YOU JUST TRUST ME?
Triple M: You HATE Johnny! Why would you send him out on job?
Starr: Because he was annoying me. But regardless, in a matter of moments he will be contacting me with some very important information that will send my plan into motion.
Triple M: And what is this plan?
Starr: When Elite calls my cell phone, all will be explained.
[ Starr pulls out a silver cell phone from his pocket... ]
Triple M: Is the cell phone on?
Starr: Of course it is! See the green light here?
Triple M: Not yours! HIS!
Starr: Well, no.
Triple M: Let�s go.
Starr: What? Where?
Triple M: We have to find Johnny.
Starr: I know where he is.
Triple M: And right now, I�ll bet you anything he�s just pushing buttons at random on the phone you gave him trying to turn it on.
[ Starr begins laughing but then notices the look on Triple M�s face. ]
Starr: Wait. You�re serious aren�t you?
Triple M: Yeah.
Starr: Oh crap.
[ Triple M and Starr proceed to exit the locker room. ]
Triple M: So what�s this plan?
Starr: Well, it WAS for Johnny to stake out the�..
[ The scene ends as Starr closes the door to the locker room. ]
[ TAG TEAM MATCH ]
Jackie Frazier: "Ladies and gentlemen, coming to the ring from Columbus Oh, and weighing in at 170 pounds... Brigadier General, David �Bones� McCoy!!!
[The crowd comes to its feet as Solsbury Hill by Peter Gabriel begins to blast over the P.A. System. Red, White, and Blue pyro suddenly light up the top of the ramp as Bones McCoy steps through the curtain dressed in his USMC singlet. Pausing at the top of the ramp with his hands on his hips, he surveys the crowd and, with a nod of his head, begins walking down the aisle. Trading high-fives with the fans as he makes his way down to ringside, jumping up onto the apron and heading into the ring.
Climbing to the top turnbuckle in his corner, Bones once again surveys the crowd, pointing out at any signs that might catch his eye before raising both arms up over his head. As the crowd pops again, he jumps down off the turnbuckle and turns to face his opponent, a look of intensity in his eyes as Frazier calls his partner out...]
Jackie Frazier: And his partner......
[ The sound of a violin playing begins softly, but audibly, it�s volume growing. From the entrance ramp comes a pair of tall men, their features hidden by their wide-brimmed hats and trench coats. They look around briefly, and step onto the ramp, throwing back their coats, revealing their Armani suits and Tommy guns, which they raise up, and the distinctive sound of a Tommy barrage blasts through the arena, the lights strobing ferociously. ]
Jackie Frazier: From Venice, Italy... Shauna Soprano!!!
[ After a few seconds of this, the sounds stop, and are replaced by the sound of "Woke Up This Morning" playing. From the darkened entrance comes the 6'6" frame of the Italian Amazon, Shauna Soprano, bedecked out in a Versace original that barely hides her ample charms as she saunters to the ring, a sultry half-smile on her face. The twins follow, one holding the ring rope down for her, while the other follows her into the ring. In the center of the ring, she rips off her dress, revealing an Italian flag patterned French-cut leotard. The twin takes the dress and retires to the outside. ]
Jackie Frazier: And their opponents....
[The lights dim slightly as the pounding sound of "Numb" - Linkin Park begins to pound over the PA system. With a jerk of the curtains Mak emerges first from behind the sheen of black satin followed by Sozzey. The crowd erupts in mixed cheers and boos, as the two stand at the top of the rampway for a moment, holding high, the MWF Championship belts... The two begin to stalk down the rampway, reaching the ring the two split to opposite corners, stepping up the steel steps and pausing at the turnbuckle ladders. Sozzey goes up first, stepping to the second rung and raising up fully, bucking his shoulders once as his muscles tense up, growling a low, deep guteral primal roar out that echoes through with the mix of music as a triune of pyrotechnics explode at the top of the ladders and along the sides of the rampway... Mak steps up as well, Leaning forward a bit to glance about the crowd as the explosions die down... Sozzey steps up and over, landing in the ring as Mak steps back down, then through the ropes. Sopranos stooges meanwhile are stalking back and forth along the outside of the ring like caged animals, growling to
Jackie Frazier: They are the current MWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.... Mak and Sozzey...... KRONIK!!!
JP: All four men are in the ring and I�m really looking foward to this match... It should be a�
[ Suddenly, �The Hand That Feeds� by Nine Inch Nails comes over the PA system, and out from the back comes �Big� Ed Johnson, smiling real big, and wearing a P/X Network shirt... He makes his way to the ringside area, and looks at the ring. He goes over to the announcers table, sits down, and grabs a headset... ]
JP: Fans, we�ve just been joined by Ed Johnson for some reason.
"Big" Ed Johnson: For some reason, Pilkington? I�ll give you a reason.. I�m here to do guest commentary on this match... The Network has suspicions about those old ratty MWF titles that Kronik keep bringing to the ring, and Kronik are on a collision course with destiny... So I�m out here for the Network on a scouting mission. Plus, I like to use the power I have since my reinstation... It pisses off Marcus Anderson.
JP: This isn�t a game, Johnson... The bell has sounded, and we are under way...
"Big" Ed Johnson: Good, I can�t wait to see this.
[ Sozzey and McCoy slowly approach each other in the center of the ring, their hands up in the air, looking to lock up. They creep closer and closer together, locking hands together and jockeying for position. Sozzey pulls McCoy down and drapes his leg over hiss arm, causing McCoy to release his grip. Sozzey holds on to Bones' wrist, and performs and arm wringer, and another, follwed by an elbow smash to the arm, dropping Bones McCoy to his knees... Sozzey then leaps into the air, and thunders a shoulder hammer down on the Brigadier General... ]
JP: Nice arm-ringer by Sozzey...
"Big" Ed Johnson: Excuse me?
JP: Well, it was- And whatever your opinion is, Sozzey has Bones McCoy wrapped up in the middle of that ring and it does not look like he is letting go of that hold anytime soon.
[ And he does keep the hold locked on, as he slowly shimmies over to his corner. He reaches out with his free hand and tags in Mak, who climbs up on the ladder and leaps into the ring, driving a knee across the midsection of the trapped McCoy... ]
JP: Great double team wrestling by Kronik.. They ARE the real deal, and as we saw a long time ago, if you make one mistake, these guys will capitalize on it.
[ Mak grabs a hold of McCoy and whips him to the ropes. He rebounds off the ropes and comes charging back, and Mak jumps up in the air and hits McCoy square in the mouth with a perfect standing dropkick. McCoy goes down hard and Mak hits the ropes, executing a powerfull looking axe handle drop on the side, and with the wind knocked out of Bones, Mak goes for the pin... ]
JP: we have an early cover by Maclean!
[ ONE!
JP: Strong kick out.. McCoy still has a lot of fight left in him, but you have to give Mak points for trying.
"Big" Ed Johnson: Mak knew he didn�t have a Marine softened up enough, but he was doing two things there. He was making McCoy expend energy by kicking out and he was hoping he�d catch him bu surprise and get lucky with the pin. Even though he probably wouldn�t have gotten the pin, it was a smart move by Kronik..
JP: Did I just hear Ed Johnson say something good about someone?
"Big" Ed Johnson: I have plenty of good things to say about the "talented" members of the NLR....
[Mak stays on the offensive, throwing a series of forearms at the head of McCoy and backing him into the corner where Sozzey is standing. McCoy fires back, and starts to rock Mak, but Sozzey reaches out and grabs a hold of McCoys� hand as he rears back for another punch. Mak takes the opportunity to hit a quickly delivered European uppercut, snapping McCoys� head back and making him fall back into the laddered corner. Mak reaches out and tags Sozzey, who leaps into the ring and the two grab a hold of McCoy, double Irish whipping him to the ropes. They go for a double clothesline, But Bones ducks unerneath it and keeps running. Kronik turns around, and the Marine catches them both with a flying clothesline, sending both men to the mat, and the crowd goes into an uproar... ]
JP: Nice move by McCoy and he needs to make the tag here! He is making his way to his corner!
[ McCoy is inching his way closer and closer to his corner, crawling on his hands and knees, but Sozzey gets up and races over to him, dropping a elbow on his head and stopping him in his tracks. Sozzey takes a hold of McCoy and delivers an overhead release belly to belly suplex, sending McCoy crashing to the mat back towards the unfriendly corner, Sozzey is back waiting in... Sozzey tags Mak and Mak starts to climb the turnbuckle. Meanwhile Sozzey irish whips McCoy to the ropes once again, but this time he reaches out and makes a blind tag to Soprano. As McCoy rebounds off the ropes, Sozzey grabs a hold of him, and lifts him up while Mak leaps off the ladder post and hits an elbow drop, buckling McCoy in half backwards... ]
JP: Oh My God!!! One Helluva double team! He�s going for the pin!
[ Sozzey jumps on top of the fallen McCoy, but the referee just pats him on the back, trying to tell him Bones had made a tag and is no longer the legal man. Sozzey gets up and looks towards the opponents corner, but Soprano is already charging towards him, almost taking his head off with a vicious wrap-around clothesline.. ]
"Big" Ed Johnson: Kronik will come back from this.. That�s what makes them so dangerous... Years of teaming together have made them able to communicate almost telepathically...
[ Sozzey tries to get back up, but he falls back down to the mat. Not knowing the clothesline was coming, he had no time to brace for the impact and it took a lot of out of him. Soprano stays on top of him, slamming his head to the mat over and over, while McCoy makes it over to his corner... ]
JP: I don�t think Sozzey even knows his own name after that clothesline...
"Big" Ed Johnson: That's right John, you DON'T think... That�s because you aren�t a wrestler... It is drilled into your head from day one that you better keep your bearings, no matter what.
[ Mak comes in the ring, but is headed off by McCoy... Mak is whipped to the ladder/buckles and Bones follows him in with an aouble-armed clothesline, sandwhiching Mak between his force and the ladder... Mak staggers out of the corner and McCoy hits the ropes, taking Mak down with a bulldog... He runs over to Shauna and Sozzey, and they lift him up off the mat again and hit a double suplex, as Shauna holds on with the bridge for the pin, as McCoy is ordered to his corner before the count can begin... Finally, it does...
JP: I thought that was the match! And apparantly so did Soprano! She has a famously short temper and she�s showing it right now, yelling at the referee.
[ Soprano takes a hold of Sozzey and throws him to the ropes, hitting the opposite ropes herself. As she hits the ropes however, Mak hits her from the outside with a knee lift to the back.... She stops in her tracks, momentarily stunned from the attack, and then turns around and grabs Mak. She rears back with a right hand, ready to deck him, but Sozzey has come bouncing back off the ropes and hits her from behind, sending her over the top rope and crashing to the floor... Mak drops down off the apron and takes a hold of the Soprano and sends her crashing to the ring steps head first! She falls to the ground, holding her head in pain... And before any more damage can be done, Sopranos mooks are circleing the corner, to protect their boss... ]
JP: This fight has just moved to the outside!!
"Big" Ed Johnson: Don�t worry, John... None of these guys want a piece of me.
JP: I think they are too worried fighting each other right now to be worried about who the guest commentator is right now, Ed.
[ Mak takes charge, and runs over and is blindsided by goon number one with a forarm smash. Goon two then grabs a hold of Mak and goes for a DDT on the concrete floor, but Sozzey is out to lend a hand, and Mak is able to counter with a back body drop, sending Goon # 2 flying over the guardrail and crashing into the crowd! Sozzey then jumps up onto the guardrail and flies off of it, crashing on top of Goon # 2 with a flying body press, sending the fans scattering! ]
JP: We have chaos right now in this Tag team match! The refeee needs to gain some semblance of control here!
[ Soprano was still holding onto her head after the impact with the steps, and Mak grabs her by the hair, hooking her in a piledriver position. He points in the ring up at Bones and lifts Soprano up, but Shauna kicks her legs and comes back down on her feet. She then wraps her arms around Maks' waist and runs forward, driving him into the guardrail! ]
JP: Mak hesitated with that piledriver attempt and it cost him!
[ Soprano is back in the ring now, wanting to make the tag... Her hand is up to her head... She pulls her hand away and sees the blood on her hand, caused by head crashing into steel ringside steps, and she snaps.. She makes the tag to McCoy and they hoist Mak up, and Bones hold him in a front suplex position, holding him in mid-air as Soprano goes up the ladder and takes off, hitting the suspended Mak with a high cross body block! All three go crashing to the mat, McCoy finishing the suplex as Shauna hits the cross body into the pin!
JP: Isn�t there a rule as to how many times you can make the save? I�d complain to the referee.
"Big" Ed Johnson: Well, Sozzey is a professional... He�s not complaining to the referee, he�s keeping the assault up on the duo of McCoy and Soprano. That�s the advantage of teaming together week in and week out... Bones and Soprano are both great wrestlers, but they only tag together sporadically. Mak and Sozzey are in that ring, as a team, every week and they are reaping the benefits of that right now!
[ Sozzey body slams McCoy on the mat and hits the ropes, leaping up into the air and coming crashing into Soprano with a clothesline of epic proportions... He helps Mak to his feet, but McCoy has had enough... He meets Sozzeu with a quick armbar, knocking him down with a shoulder block... He grabs Mak and bats their heads together... Mak falls to the mat, but Sozzey slumps and falls through the ropes, and hits the ground hard, the sound of the thud echoing through the arena as he hits back first on the arena floor... The referee forces McCoy out of the ring... The referee misses the raking of Sopranos eyes, Mak staggers to his feet, and hits Shauna with a boot to the gut, doubling her over... He then grabs her in and points to the sky with his free arm before hooking her wriggling body, and nailing a Powerbomb!! He body twitches spasmaticly as a split second before, she was crashing down almost through the ring! ]
JP: What an amazing sequence!
[ The referee goes to make the count...
ONE!
Jackie Frazier: The winners of this match..... and STILL MWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, KRONIK!!!
JP: I�ll tell you what, Soprano and McCoy may have lost this match, but they really showed me something here tonight. If they stick together it�s only a matter of time before they wear tag team gold! They make a cute couple...
[ Kronik escapes up the ramp with their coveted titles as Sopranos goons have hopped into the ring, and Bones is pointing at them from the ropes as Kronik laughs and holds the gold high as we break to commercial... ]
[ The corridors backstage in the Fleet Center. Exiting their locker room carrying their tag team titles are Kronik, Sozzey and Mak. They begin talking with each other, nothing incredibly audible, they begin walking towards a thin, wiry man in his twenties wearing black jeans, white sneakers, and a �No Fat Chicks� T-shirt talking into a cell phone, obviously this man would be Johnny Elite...]
Elite: Hello? HELLO? Stupid cell phones! HELLO? JATT? JATT? ARE YOU THERE?
Mak: What the hell is this?
Elite: THEY�RE TALKING TO ME JATT! WHAT SHOULD I DO? HELLO? ANYONE THERE? HELL---
Sozzey: The phone has to be turned on for you to---
[ Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, Mak is taken down with a clothesline by Triple M. Sozzey turns and sees an oncoming Starr, and nails him with a Decapitator! Starr is out. Triple M turns towards Sozzey and kicks him in the groin, but Mak has gotten to his feet. Mak charges looking for a big boot on Triple M, but Triple M ducks and Mak connects with Johnny Elite. Mak and Triple M begin to exchange blows in the corridor. Sozzey is slowly getting to his feet as Mak takes Triple M to the ground. Triple M and Mak are rolling on the floor each one getting their punches in. Sozzey, clearly infuriated, picks up a steel chair which was folded up and laying against the wall. Starr slowly pulls himself up, clearly dazed. Starr rises and nails Sozzey with a forearm, which does nothing to him. Sozzey quickly turns, and Starr�s eyes grow wide. Sozzey raises the chair up as Starr reaches into is pocket, just as Sozzey is about to bring down the chair, Starr sprays a can of mace into his face!
Sozzey drops the chair, blinded, and screaming. Starr picks up the chair and cracks him in the head with it! Sozzey drops to the floor, holding his eyes and head. Starr, still suffering from the effects from the Decapitator kicks Mak, and begins stomping on him. Triple M and Starr begin to dominate Mak until Elite shouts, with blood pouring from his nose... ]
Elite: I GOT THEM! LET�S GO! HURRY!
[ Starr and Triple M turn to see Elite has picked up the Tag Team Titles and has them over his shoulder... ]
Starr: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU�RE GOING TO GET BLOOD ALL OVER THEM!
Elite: What?
[ Starr takes a moment to spit on the fallen Mak as Triple M pulls away towards Elite grabbing one of the titles... ]
Starr: You two just got Mariowned! And you two just suffered a Starrdiac Arrest! The Tribe Has Spoken!
[ Starr walks over to Elite and grabs the other Tag Team Title belt... ]
Starr: WE�RE UNDEFEATABLE!
Triple M: WE�RE MARVELOUS!
Elite: WE�RE THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
Starr: What do you mean �we�?
Elite: Well��we� meaning you of---THE EIFFEL TOWER!
[ Elite points over to a light fixture... ]
Starr: Come on�.come on�.
[ Mak slowly rises, while Sozzey is on the floor still, his eyes burning, still blinded... ]
Starr: MOVE! MOVE!
[ Starr, Elite, and Triple M run down the corridor with the MWF tag team titles, high fiving each other as Mak looks over at his partner then down the hall as the scene ends.. cuts back to the 4-Towers ring... The lights dim, and �Why don�t you ask me what it feels like to be a Freak!� plays over the speakers.. Echo�s through the arena as �Demon Speeding� by Rob Zombie begins to blare through the speakers. Prophecy appears in the entranceway with his head bowed, and his arms held out to his sides. He slowly raises his head, and give the crowd a sadistic grin as he starts to walk down the aisle. He lowers his arms, and breaks into a run. Prophecy slides under the bottom rope, and hops to his feet. As prophecy walks to the center of the ring we can all pretty much tell what the crowd I thinking . . .�Who let the homeless guy into the building?� Prophecy stops in the middle of the ring, and takes a mic out from his back pocket. ]
JP: �I think this is one of the newest member of the NLR . . Prophecy... For those who don't remember, he was the homeless guy who was sleeping on the hood of his car last week..
Prophecy: That was exactly the reception I figured I�d get. See . . .No one knows who the hell I am. Well allow me to start with a name . . .My name is Prophecy, and I�m a professional asshole. Please note . . .I am a professional asshole . . .I do NOT take it in the ass professionally . . Just in case anyone was thinking of using that as a really cheap cut down. So why am I out here? Well last week I stayed outside partially asleep on the hood of my car. And after Hysteria was over. I drove over to a friends house who tapes anything that involves people getting punched repeatedly. I watched Hysteria, and I gotta say . . .The amount of ego that can fit in one place is astonishing. So yeah I watched as Claudio came out . . .repeatedly . . .Sean hunter did his thing . . .and then I fell asleep until the 4 towers title match . . When my bruddah woke me up, and told me I had to leave the room so he could watch Sinn�s match again.
As I was watching ego fest . . .I thought . . .That doesn�t look to hard. I could come out here and talk about how great I am, and I could make fun of everyone in the back. I could say I can Kick Leandro�s ass . . .that don�t make it true, but I could say it. So I decided that since everyone else was coming out here and talking about greatness . . .that I would do the exact opposite...
That's right... I�m going to tell you all . . .exactly what I�m not. I�m not Claudio. I�m not Sean Hunter. I�m not Leandro, Ragonus, or Grudge. I�m not Troy. I�m not Bones, Shauna Soprano, Pariah, or Panther either. I�m sure as hell not Sinnocence . . .This is largely because I have a cock, and no titties . . .It�s a sad fact of life that I�ve learned to live with. I�m not here to make an impact. I�m probably not going to be someone to ever set foot into the Main event spotlight, and Ya know what? That�s fine with me!�
JP: �At least he�s honest about things.�
Prophecy: �What I am . . .is a person that just doesn�t have a reason to care. I�m here to hurt people . . .win or lose I�m going to cause as much damage as humanly possible. Do I expect to be cheered for this? No. Do I expect to be respected . . .No. That�s up to all of you. Tonight you�ll see what I�m all about when I face The Flame a little later . . . If you�re going to judge me . . .do it then. Cause what I do in the ring speaks volumes more than I even could verbally. You want to cheer me . . .You wanna show respect . . .Go right ahead. You want to boo the hell out of me? that�s fine to . . .It doesn�t change my job. I�m here to hurt people . . .and to make all of you scream �Holy Shit!� on a weekly basis.�
A lot of people are Hardcore . . .extreme . . .they use little words like that to describe what they do.
[ Shrugs ]
Prophecy: That�s not me either . . .I�m a person comprised entirely of broken dreams and memories that I�m not sure are true . . .I�m a person who feeds off of chaos . . .who enjoys the sight of blood . . .and revels in pain. I�m not a role model . . .I�m not a nice person . . .
[ Shrugs ]
Prophecy: "I�m just a sadistic asshole . . .
For everyone in the back . . .Who wants to know more about me . . .to find a weakness . . .Who may even think I�m possibly a threat . . .Just keep reminding yourself
[ Prophecy gets a sadistic grin on his face.. ]
Prophecy: "I�m nothing special!�
JP: "He admits he�s nothing! but we�ll see later tonight when Prophecy has his Debut match against The Flame!�
[ Demon speeding Echo�s through the arena again as Prophecy makes his way to the back. The crowd still isn�t quite sure how to react to him, but a few people have begin a small �Prophecy� Chant. Camera clips to the back, where "Big" Ed Johnson is shown walking... He seems unusually happy with himself as he runs into a member of the road crew.]
Ed Johnson: What? You want a slap too? Get the hell out of my sight!
[The Road Member quickly runs off... Ed Johnson laughs and continues walking... his smile quickly drops though as he stops in his tracks and looks forward... Claudio Turbine is shown leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest.]
Claudio Turbine: What? Looks like you've seen a ghost.
Ed Johnson: Don't do even put a hand on me.
Claudio Turbine: Why not? You put your hand on me...
Ed Johnson: That...That...That was different!
Claudio Turbine: You're right. I was handcuffed. Now I'm not.
[Claudio pushes himself off the wall and walks over to Ed Johnson.]
Claudio Turbine: See... I don't take too kindly to pieces of fat shit like yourself slapping me on national television.
Ed Johnson: You watch your tone...
Claudio Turbine: Fine be that way....
[Claudio picks up a cup of scolding hot coffee off the table the Road Member was at.]
Claudio Turbine: I find myself tired lately. Nothing that a nice cup o' joe won't help...
[Claudio brings the cup up to his lips and sips some... he immediately spits it out... the coffee landing on Ed Johnson's face.]
Claudio Turbine: God damn that's hot!
Ed Johnson: OW MY FACE!
[Ed Johnson holds his face in pain as Claudio appears to be surprised.]
Claudio Turbine: I'm so sorry let me help you...
[Claudio starts wiping the coffee off of Johnson when he immediately pulls Johnson by his belt pulling his pants outwards... he pours the hot coffee inside Johnson's pants... Johnson screams as the hot coffee consumes his crotch and he quickly runs off... Claudio smirks and brushes his hands together.]
Claudio Turbine: Heh... perfect.
[ We fade to commercial... ]
[After commercial the camera pans around the audience showing the packed crowd at the The Fleet Center. The lights cut out and everybody for some reason feels the need to scream. Lightning appears on the NLRTron and you can here the cackle. Words fade in on the NLRtron. ]
On the screan: CLAUDIO...
[The words fade out and lightning is seen on the screen again and you hear the cackle. Another set of words come on.]
On the screen: IM COMING FROM W3 TO GET YOU...
[Lightning continues to happen as these words fade out. A third set appears.]
On the screen: I AM THE CHAMP.
[These fade out and again the lightning hits. An evil laugh is heard as the lights come back on. The crowd looks to the entrance but no one appears.]
JP: Folks, I'm not sure who that was, or what that was about, it's become "Mob-Rules" here tonight though, and it looks like the NLR may just implode before we get to next week, and Gladiator...
[We open backstage into an undisclosed locker room. The hanging ceiling
light flickers, and the noise of a tap dripping slowly but constantly, can
be heard. Leaving us in momentary darkness every couple of seconds, the
light keeps flickering as the camera scans across the tiled room.. Until
resting upon the massive, tattooed body of El Mexicano Condena leaning back
against a wall. The crowd get real loud, and the famous "Leandro! Leandro!"
chant arises. His long, blackened hair hangs around his face.. And both of
those crazed eyes are closed, his head facing up towards the ceiling. He
mutters a prayer in Spanish to himself, but it's barely audible..]
CRACK!!
[Without any hint, or any warning, The Beast threw one enormous elbow back
into the wall behind him! The loud cracking of tiles breaking, and cement
being damaged echoed around the room. Particles fall to the floor, and
Leandro continues his silent prayer, not bothered by the fresh cut upon his
tattooed elbow. The blood begins to slowly drop to the floor below, when
suddenly The Mexican Convict lashes out again]
CRACK!!
[Even more bits of the wall fall this time, and we see rich crimson blood
smeared on the surface. Leandro still doesn't open his eyes, as he keeps his
head leaning back against the wall. Suddenly, just as The Beast finishes his
prayer and makes the sign of the Holy Trinity.. He feels something heavy
press against his thighs. Leandro tears his eyes open, and looks down to see
the innocent face of a child. The deaf son of Troy Knight stands before
Leandro, struggling with the weight of something in his hands. The light in
the room flickers on, and we see what he's holding up for The Beast.. The
gleaming white leather, the blood-stained gold.. The Legacy Championship is
in the small hands of Myles Knight.]
[Without any words spoken, Leandro reaches down two massive claws.. And
carefully takes hold of the belt, taking the weight off the child's weak
arms. Myles stares up into Leandro's intense eyes, showing no sliver of
fear.. And El Mexicano Condena looks down into the face of the young boy,
wishing he could hold his own child. Leandro brings the Legacy Championship
up on his shoulder, and silently thanks Myles Knight for being brave enough
to make the connection with this feared, monstrous animal.. The cameras fades back to the ring...
[ STANDARD MATCH ]
Jackie Frazier: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall has a 30 minute time limit!!! Introducing first: From Los Angeles, California� Standing at and Weighing in at 272lbs� Here is The PROPHECYYYYYY!!!!!!
[ The lights dim, and �Why don�t you ask me what it feels like to be a Freak!� Echo�s through the arena as �Demon Speeding� by Rob Zombie begins to blare through the speakers. Prophecy appears in the entranceway with his head bowed, and his arms held out to his sides. He slowly raises his head, and give the crowd a sadistic grin as he starts to walk down the aisle. He lowers his arms, and breaks into a run. Prophecy slides under the bottom rope, and hops to his feet. Then he backs off into a corner, and takes his black fedora off, and waits for the match to start. ]
Jackie Frazier: And his opponent: From Parts unknown� The Flaaammmeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!
[ The arena goes dark as Cheap Trick's The Flame plays (orchestral arrangement).. A Loud Bright Pyro fireball explodes over ring, and
"POOF"
The Flame appears in ring.... ]
JP: Folks, I'm joined here by none other than one of the sons of the Legendary Troy Knight! Bobby, I understand that you'll be calling this match tonight with me, welcome aboard.
Bobby Knight: Fanx JayPee!!
JP: No problem there, kiddo.. Looks like the match is starting...
[ The bell rings as The Flame throws a fury of punches at The Prophecy. He then kicks him and grabs Prophecy and gives him a Side Russian Leg Sweep. He the grabs Prophecy's legs and tries to go for a Scorpion Deathlock, but Prophecy kicks Flame in the face. Prophecy gets off the ground and throws a fury of punches his own. He goes for a Roundhouse Kick, but The Flame ducks and gives Roberts a sweep. The Flame once again tries to get The Prophecy in a Scorpion Deathlock. He almost turns him over, but The Prophecy kicks him in the stomach, The Prophecy then rolls under The Flame, gets up and brings him down with a Cobra Clutch Slam. ]
JP: Prophecy looking to take an early advantage in this one
Bobby Knight: But remumbur JayPee, 'Da match has onlee been going on fo a few momunts...
JP: Right you are, Bobbo...
[ The Prophecy then gives The Flame an Elbow Drop, gets up and gives him another one. He bounces off the ropes and points at his elbow. The crowd cheers as The Prophecy drops a third Elbow Drop, right on The Flame chest. The Prophecy goes for a pin.
Referee Fred White counts 1...2. ]
Bobby Knight: 'Da Flame kickded out!!
JP: But Prophecy is still in charge!
[ The Prophecy looks at the ref and tells him that it should have been a 3 count. He continues to argue, then right when he turns around The Flame kicks him in the stomach and gives him a Snap Suplex. ]
Bobby Knight: See JayPee... I kno whud I'm doun here.. 'Da Flame is makin a turn..
JP: It's called a "comeback" Bobbo...
Bobby Knight: Fank youz JayPee, fo dat wunduful insite, now can we go back too call'n 'da ackshun?
JP: [ Sighs ]
1...2...3...4
They still are on the ground, but both have signs of moving.
5...6...7...8!
They both get up off the ground, The Prophecy a little quicker, but The Flame still gets The Prophecy into a Snapmare and then puts him into a sleeper. The Prophecy moves his arm around a little bit then The Flame tightens up on the hold. Fred White grabs The Prophecy hand and raises it in the air. 1) The Prophecy hand falls to the ground, The Flame has a grin on his face and tightens up a little more. 2) The Prophecy hand falls once more, as The Flame screams "Victory is Mine!" 3) The Prophecy hand almost falls to the ground until he raises it. He starts to stand up on the ground, and elbow The Flame in the ribs, but The Flame clubs The Prophecy in the back of the neck as The Prophecy falls right back to the ground. The Flame still has The Prophecy in the sleeper hold. Fred White Once again lifts The Prophecy hand up in the air. 1) The Prophecy hand stays up in the air, he gets up off the ground and elbows The Flame a few more times in the ribs. The Prophecy then throws The Flame against the ropes and.... ]
JP: Roundhouse kick right to the neck of The Flame!
Bobby Knight: He's not vewy Polushed, and his ring wurk luks sloppy.. He's gunna hurd sumone out dere..
[ The Prophecy then gets off the ground staggering around, The Prophecy then runs off the ropes, and right when The Flame gets up...he nails him with a Running Clothesline. The Prophecy hops right back up filled with energy. he raises up his hands, and the audience stands up and starts to chant. "Prophecy! Prophecy! Prophecy!" The camera zooms onto a poster that says, " The Prophecy looks good in Gold." The camera then goes back to the ring where you see The Prophecy climb the ladder buckles. The Flame gets up quick and runs up on the lower rungs and tosses off The Prophecy with a Armdrag to Armbar. ]
Bobby Knight: 'Diis is bad for Da Pwophecy, 'da Flame gots him in an Awmbar
JP: You're right Bobby, but it looks like The Flame can't hold The Prophecy in that for much longer.
[ The Flame pulls back on The Prophecy arm, you can hear The Prophecy scream from the pain. The Flame then starts punching The Prophecy in the ribs while holding him in that Armbar. The ref Fred White then tells The Flame to let go, but he doesn't. ]
JP: He has had The Prophecy in that Armbar for about 2 minutes now!
Bobby Knight: I am suwpwised dat guy hasn't tappded out!!
[ The crowd stands up and starts to chant "Lets go Prophecy, Lets Go! (stomp, stomp)"Finally The Prophecy stands up and throws The Flame into the ropes, The Flame leaps over The Prophecy and runs to the other, The Flame then goes for a Clothesline. The Prophecy ducks, and hits The Flame with a Superkick! ]
JP: SUPERKICK! THIS ONE IS OVER!!
Bobby Knight: Don't be too shure..
[ The Prophecy then falls to the ground, he slowly rolls over and covers The Flame. The crowd counts with the ref on the pin.
1...2........ ]
JP: Unbelievable! He kicked out! HE KICKED OUT!
Bobby Knight: Sumbody has to take cuntrol of 'dis match. It's lik a tenis game, back and fordth.
[ The ref starts a count.
1...2...3...4....5
Still no sign from either of the wrestlers, they lie motionless on the ground.
6...7...8...9...
They both finally get up, they both stagger around, but The Flame staggers longer than The Prophecy. The Prophecy charges at The Flame but he ducks, and The Prophecy knocks out the ref with a Spinning Wheel Kick. The Flame just falls back down. The Prophecy looks down at the referee, then slides out of the ring. He fetches a chair from ringside and slides back in as The Flame gets to his feet! The Prophecy swings the chair at The Flame, but he ducks! The Flame kicks The Prophecy in the gut and The Prophecy drops the chair. The Flame DDT's The Prophecy to the mat, and grabs him by the legs as the referee slowly gets to his feet! Chris sets up The Prophecy for a Scorpion Deathlock and rolls him onto his back, locking in the move! The Prophecy screams out in pain, but the referee notices the chair. He forces The Flame to release the hold! ]
JP: The ref thinks that The Flame used the chair on The Prophecy!
Bobby Knight: DAT's Out-Wageous!! He Woodn't Do Dat!!! Stoopid Refuree!!!
[ The Flame begins to argue with the referee, as The Prophecy pulls himself to his feet. The Flame turns around straight into a kick to the gut, followed by a swinging impaler DDT!!! The Prophecy covers The Flame!
1�..
The Prophecy wins the match! He begins celebrating his debut match victory, while SOMEONE at ringside is undoubtedly not happy with the outcome..]
JP: He was definately the smarter man in this match...
Bobby Knight: He was luckee, 'dats all 'da Flame is a legund!!!
JP: Huh, what was that?
Bobby Knight: Dat refuree iz Stoopid!! I hupe he gets Fyrud!!
JP: Ladies and gentlemen, to say the least, it�s been a bit odd doing this myself, but although my friend and colleague Tim Sullivan is out tonight, it�s still been one hell of a show. Up next is a special one, one that doesn�t come around too often folks. We have Claudio Turbine, a kid with an ego the size of Texas, but with a lot of talent as well. His opponent is the always tricky Pariah, who will definitely not go down without a fight. These two superstars will go at it with the entire NLR roster surrounding them. That extra factor of the outside interference changes both men�s gameplans, so it�ll be interesting to see how they adjust to the conditions.
[The NLR wrestlers begin piling down the ramp, giving allies respectful nods and enemies the evil eye. The mixture of hooligans, main eventers, pushovers...to many to name actually, surround the ring as they await the arrival of Turbine and Pariah.]
JP: I don�t feel that it�s safe having all of those volatile wrestlers mixed together, but hey, ratings are ratings.
[As "Solitary Confinement" by Metaphysical plays, Pariah makes his way from the back to the stage, with purple and white lights flashing. As fog rises, covering everyone in the arena, Pariah doesn�t rush down to the ring, instead slowly walking down the ramp, trying to avoid the other wrestlers. The wrestlers based at the ring part, and Pariah slides in the ring, heading to the turnbuckle where he shows off for the crowd. The audience clearly seem to back Pariah, giving him immense cheers.]
JP: Looks like Pariah is the crowd favorite tonight, but then again, with an opponent like Claudio Turbine, that�s not very surprising.
[The camera pans to the NLRtron and shows the image ofa 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 at the various wrestlers surrounding it. After, 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 turnbuckle leaping on top of it 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 the turnbuckle staring at his opponent. After a long staredown, he jumps off the turnbuckle and lands on the ring mat, getting ready to start the fight.]
JP: It's that time folks, two men enter, one...
["One Day Remains" by Alter Bridge plays throughout the arena, and a familiar face is shown on the NLRtron.]
JP: No way! No way! How did Johnson get him back?
["The Enervator" Steven Douglas walks from behind the curtain, and is met with an excess of cheers. Fans, out of respect and awe, get to their feet, clapping and cheering for the wrestling legend. Douglas, wearing his classic cowboy boots, black pants and a black jacket, stands at the base of the ramp. He pulls out a black comb and combs back his also jet black hair, tossing the comb into the crowd afterward. He makes his way to the announcers booth, where he is met with a handshake by J.P., who was clapping with the crowd before. As Douglas puts on a headset, making sure it doesn't ruin his hair, he sits in what would be Sully's chair.]
JP: What a shocker, ladies and gentlemen the legend Steven Douglas is with us tonight.
Steven Douglas: Actually, it's not the legend, it's "The Enervator", but you know what they say, flattery will get you everywhere.
JP: With your arrival here, we've almost forgotten about the match, so we'll get back with you, Steven, in a second.
[The wrestlers are stunned, too, both the ones inside and outside of the ring. The referee calls for the bell, and the match starts. Words inaudible to the audience are spoken by the two bitter enemies. Turbine spits in the face of the Pariah. Pariahallows the spittle to run down his face and smiles a crooked grin. Turbine does his best to wipe it off with a punch that rocks the PWX owner... And another... Turbine backs Pariah into a corner and unleashes a series of chops that burst blood vessels on the chest of Pariah... ]
JP: So much for any possibilty of a wrestling match. These two are gonna kill each other.
Steven Douglas: Well, I know Turbine has bad intentions in his heart for Pariah over past WOC issues..
[ Outside, the wrestlers snap out of their gaze, and pay close attention to what's going on inside the ring. Turbine and Pariah lock up, with Turbine putting Pariah into a headlock. John Pariah connects with a few backhanded punches to Turbine's gut, but Claudio Turbine manages to let go of the hold, instead pushing Pariah away then charging at him with a vicious clothesline, sending Pariah to the mat hard.]
JP: Ouch, powerful clothesline by Turbine. So Steven...why the hell are you here?
Steven Douglas: Let's just say I have a personal vested interested in the company.
JP: Care to elaborate?
Steven Douglas: You'll figure out what I mean, in time.
[Turbing grabs Pariah by his long hair, picking him up to his feet then tossing him into the corner. As Claudio approaches the corner, he taunts some of the wrestlers outside the ring, getting them riled up. Turbine lands a clubbing elbow into the chest of Pariah, then slaps him around until Pariah rolls to the middle of the ring. Claudio starts kicking Pariah, daring him to get to his feet. As Turbine approaches John, Pariah grabs Claudio's legs, tripping him.]
JP: That's an example of Turbine's ego getting in his way, instead of sticking it to Pariah. Speaking of such, you still "sticking it" to the man like you used to? I hope so, you were such a great wrestler when you were.
Steven Douglas: Hey JP, I think you have a little brown on your nose.
[As JP, missing the joke entirely, begins rubbing his nose on his shirt sleeve, Pariah grabs the legs of Turbine and pulls him near the ropes. Pariah jumps over and on top of the rope, bouncing off another and landing on top of Turbine, 1...2...kickout by Turbine. As Pariah gets to his feet, he grabs Claudio to his, afterward tossing him over the rope. As Turbine flys through the air, he crashes onto the mat outside the ring, holding his ribs as he lays. Numerous wrestlers begin kicking Turbine, with Claudio unable to block most of them. Ragonous lifts Turbine to his feet and rolls him back into the ring, where Pariah goes for another pin fall, 1...2...kickout.]
JP: It's obvious that Pariah wants to end this quickly, and it's also clear that the wrestlers at ringside are going to play a huge part in this match.
Steven Douglas: It's all about dealing with the pressure, I'm interested to see which one of these two wrestlers will collapse and which will thrive.
JP: You know all about high pressure matches. Do you remember the night you had your Television title match and won? Huge pressure!
Steven Douglas: Can we get JP a mirror? He obviously doesn't see that brown spot.
[Pariah lifts Turbine to his feet, but Claudio rakes the eyes of John, sending him flailing backwards. Claudio Turbing charges after Pariah, spearing him to the mat then hitting him with an array of elbows and punches. Turbine, in a rage, begins pounding Pariah's head against the mat, bouncing it as if it was a basketball. After the referee tells Claudio to stop, Turbine lifts Pariah to his feet and locks in a suplex, lifting Pariah and holding him high into the air for, what seems like, forever. Once all the blood that could rushes to John Pariah's head, Turbine drops him hard, sending him crashing onto the unforgiving mat. Pariah holds his back in pain as Turbine goes for a pin fall, 1...2...kickout at two. Turbine gets to his feet and begins kicking Pariah, keeping him lying on the mat. Claudio Turbine then goes to the nearest corner ladder, going slow enough to be safe, but fast enough to make the move work.]
JP: Claudio Turbine going for a rare top rope move. We've seen Turbine really control matches on the mat even though his finishing move is an aerial move, so seeing him go up top is a welcomed surprise. The question is, will it pay off.
Steven Douglas: It won't, he's being too cautious.
JP: Are you sure?
Steven Douglas: Trust me, I've been doing this long enough to know.
[Turbine positions himself on the top rope, then leaps off, letting his elbow fly in front of him. Unfortunately, Pariah manages to roll out of the way, so when Turbine finishes the move, he lands on the mat, rolling around as he holds his elbow in pain. Both men don't seem to want to move, however Turbine is still the first to get to his feet. Turbine grabs Pariah and stands him up, connecting with blow after blow to the chin. As Pariah falls back onto the ropes, Turbine runs backwards then charges forward, clotheslining Pariah over the ropes. Fortunately for Pariah, he lands on the giant broad shoulders of The MWF Tag-Team Champions. They don't even flinch, as Pariah lands on them, but instead grab Pariah, then toss him so hard that not only does he re-enter the ring, but he knocks over Turbine in the process.]
JP: In a match like this, go with what works. But when you got Lumberjacks outside the ring you can't really gameplan for a normal match.
[ Pariah manages a weak Dragon Sleeper, and Claudio struggles, trying desperately to reach the ropes. He gets to his feet but Pariah sends him over in a reverse suplex. Turbine comes right down on his left knee. He screams in pain. Pariah wrenches on the leg and pulls it over to the ropes. He sets it on the bottom rope and drops his full weight on it. A scream from the Turbine. Pariah bends down to pick the man up, but catches an eyerake. He staggers back to the corner blinded. Claudio gets to his feet and limps over. He begins stomping a mudhole in Pariah. He pulls him up by the hair and delivers lefts and rights. Pariah is stunned. ]
JP: The complexion of this match turned on a dime there. Judas John Pariah had a mudhole stomped in him and Turbine was fixing to walk it dry. It just goes to show you that in wrestling anything is possible.
Steven Douglas: Anything but you coming up with an original comment. You've been using the same old tired cliches for years.
JP: You know, I wonder what the Legacy Champion thinks of all this?
Steven Douglas: Yeah, where IS the big Chulo?
JP: Speaking of Leandro, Steven...
Steven Douglas: Everytime I come around all I hear is, "When's the Leandro/Douglas match going to be?". Listen, if it happens, it happens, if it doesn't, then it doesn't. No skin off my cock if it does or doesn't.
JP: You can't say that on television!
Steven Douglas: Tell that to someone who cares, man.
[ Turbine quickly gets back to his feet and begins stomping on Pariah, not before staring at a man he'd thought he'd have beaten already.. . Turbine is obviously frustrated and ready to end this match, so as he lifts Pariah to his feet this time, he prepares to end the match. He tosses Pariah against the ropes, but as Pariah comes around he ducks the oncoming clothesline, and instead comes back with a spinning wheel kick of his own. Both men are down and seemingly out, with the heel of Pariah catching Turbine right in the eye. The crowd begins cheering in unison, trying to will the wrestlers back to their feet. Slowly, both men creep to the ropes, trying to pull themselves up to their feet. Pariah gets to the second rope and collapses, starting all over from the first rope, while Turbine is at his feet, resting on the top rope. Pariah finally gets to his feet, and as the two men go to meet in the middle of the ring, Turbine connects with a surprise clothesline, leveling Pariah. Not wasting anytime at all, Turbine goes to the top of the ladder, and effectively, hitting The Perfect Drop. He goes for the pin, 1...2...3!!!
The sounds of "Firefly" fill the arena, as Claudio Turbine leans back
against the ropes, holding one arm up in victory. The crowd give him a mixed
but loud reaction, as Turbine makes his way up to the top turnbuckle, slaps
his chest twice and points out to his fans. A smile creeps across his face,
but it suddenly drops as his music cuts out.. Only to be replaced by
"Cancion Del Mariachi"!! The music of The Beast rings through The Fleet
Center and every single person gets to their feet, cheering wildly for their
Champion! The massive Leandro bursts out onto the stage, roaring savagely to
his fans, as he storms down the ramp staring daggers into Claudio Turbine!
The Reflection of Perfection hastily jumps down from the turnbuckle, and
gives El Mexicano Condena a mixed look of anger and alarm. He stands his
ground, as the decision to fight or bail races through his head, staring at
the oncoming Leandro..]
JP: We wondered where Leandro was during this match, and now we've got our
answer! But is Turbine going to stick around for the beatdown?!
Steven Douglas: Someones going to be dishing up the beatdown, alright, but I'm not so sure its Turbine!
[The Beast climbs up the ring apron, and wastes no time in stepping over the
top rope.. But as he does, Claudio Turbine slides out underneath the bottom
rope, opposite Leandro. The Mexican Convict towers over to the other side,
but Turbine makes his way around ringside and backtracks up the ramp, with a
smug smile on his face. The crowd boo loudly, but the whole time Claudio
ignores them and taps the side of his head, telling Leandro that Claudio's
the clever one.]
JP: What a yellow-belly--
Steven Douglas: What a genius! Leandro's outnumbered!
[The Beast whips his head around, as Claudio laughs to himself.. A good
number of the lumberjacks have now entered the ring, all looking to take
down The Legacy Champion! The crowd wonder in confusion as to whats going
on, but the answer is in Claudio's actions.. One hand tapping the side of
his head, the other making the old Ted Dibiase 'money' sign.]
JP: That son of a bitch saw this coming, and paid these men to take down
Leandro!
Steven Douglas: Say it with me, JP.. Pure genius!
[Turbine waves goodbye to Leandro, laughing as he walks through the curtain.
Meanwhile, El Mexicano Condena prepares for a fight, constantly tearing his
eyes to every angle.. The many NLR roster members begin to circle Leandro,
all of them looking not too eager to make the first move.. The Beast roars
out wildly, and suddenly lashes out to the nearest man, who just happens to
be LSD! He lifts LSD up by his throat, and tosses him back into the
turnbuckle as the crowd cheer on loudly! Leandro rips around and starts
throwing wild clotheslines every way, knocking down a couple of others.. A
few of the men try to dodge Leandro's huge, tattooed fists.. But it all
becomes too much for The Beast when he is blindsided and taken down by all
men.]
Steven Douglas: Good times, Good times... I can't wait to see what happens, and
I'll have to speak to Turbine about what the new NLR brass expect of him...
JP: How would YOU know what the...
Steven Douglas: Shut it, Can't you see I'm kinda enjoying this with a tear in my eye?
[The men continue to pummel the fallen giant, as the crowd boo incessantly..
Suddenly, "Larger Than Life" by Backstreet Boys blares over the speakers,
and the fans go insane!! The noise is as loud as ever, as Troy Knight
sprints down the ramp, with a serious look on his face.. Diving into action,
Knight tears the NLR superstars off Leandro, and makes quick work
clotheslining a few over the top-rope! At this point, Ragonus makes his way
into the ring, and joins Knight and Leandro in cleaning house of the
lumberjacks! The crowd get real loud, as all three men clear the entire
ring, and stand tall alongside each other.. Ragonus looking as committed to
battle as anyone could be, Troy Knight daring the lumberjacks to come back
in for some more, and The Legacy Champion heaving that huge body with a fury
like no other.]
JP: Yes!! We have never seen someone come to the aid of The Beast like that
before!! And these fans are just eating this up..
Steven Douglas: Management isn't going to like this... 1st, his stupid kid callin a match, and then this?
I bet we see see some bad Knights ahead for Troy Boy...
JP: Well, I cant say I saw this alliance coming together like this, this is
just amazing! And they look extremely ready for their match, which is coming
up right after this quick commercial!
[ MAIN EVENT ]
Jackie Frazier: The following Six-Man Tag match goes by elimination rules! Introducing first! From Los Angeles, California! The Grudge!
[ 'Anarchy' by kmfdm hits the PA system as Grudge comes out from behind the curtain, marching his way down to the ring, before rolling in under the bottom rope. He stands up and climbs up to mid tower, mouthing off to the fans as they boo him.]
Jackie Frazier: And his partners.. Fear and Spawn!
['Liberate' by Disturbed hits the PA system as the crowd explodes with boos as Fear and Spawn strut down to the ring, Spawn spitting at a ringside fan, causing him to withdraw. They both roll into the ring.. Grudge and Twisted Emotions have a last minute pow-wow, but they all snap around as one very familliar song hits the PA..]
JP: HERE HE COMES! THE LEGEND!
Jackie Frazier: Introducing their first opponent.. Troy Knight!
[Yep.. It's 'Larger than Life'! Troy comes out onto the stage, and taunts to the crowd before running down to the ring.. as he goes to slide in, her nearly gets stomped on by Fear, causing him to withdraw..]
Jackie Frazier: His first partner.. Ragonus!
[The crowd erupts as 'Heart of a Champion' by Carmen hits the PA system.. The fightingest Excess Champion in the history of the NLR appears at the top of the ramp, as he and Troy both decide to slide into the ring at the same time.. Unfortunently, this doesn't scare off Twisted Emotions who jump Ragonus, pummeling him..]
JP: Just pure chaos!
[Frazier has abandoned his post, as Troy Knight goes to pull Fear off Rags, but Fear delivers him a low blow to the Knight family jewels, dropping him to his knees. Troy is discarded from the ring, as the ref tries to get order.. Leandro comes down the ramp to his theme of 'Cancion De Mariachi' as the fans cheer.. Leandro walks out to the cheer of the crowd, but right behind him, the Tron show us this... Claudio is shown on the phone...]
Claudio Turbine: So you will be at Gladiator?
[Claudio smirks..]
Claudio Turbine: Great. I need someone to help even the damn odds. Everyone here hates me. It's like they dont know what talent is.... God you should see this place. I'm trying my best to help make it better, but my best isn't cutting it. There's still a bunch of people wrestling here that think a sleeper hold means some form of pill... Yea I know! Pariah was my opponent tonight... I heard he was gay.
[The sound of laughter erupts from the reciever]
Claudio Turbine: Yea had an affair with a cameraman. Very interesting stuff... Gay to the core. I didn't know the NLR became Queer Eye for John Pariah. They need to do something about him. Make it like the military used to be. No gays allowed... but you will be there right?
[The sound of reassurance comes from the reciever.]
Claudio Turbine: Excellent... If I don't see you before my match you know where to find me. He'll get whats coming to him.
[Claudio clicks the phone off and smirks wickedly as he walks off.]
JP: Who is it!? I want to know
[ Camera clips to Jimmy Pez is shown sitting at his desk reading a magazine with his feet proped up on top when all of a sudden an axe comes crashing through the top of the table nearly cutting Pez's feet in half. He quickly looks up out raged and begins to stand up, but someone pushes him back down.]
Claudio Turbine: Don't get up you worthless piece of shit. You said you don't know who I am well now it's time we properly meet. I'm Claudio Turbine.. The Reflection of Perfection... the next Legacy Champion whether you like it or not.. I'm--
Jimmy Pez: Kid... You're gonna pay for this. I'm not Ed Johnson you can't destory my stuff and get away with it. I'll have---
[Claudio lifts Pez out from his chair and slams him against the wall.]
Claudio Turbine: STOP. TALKING. You send a message to the Beast for me...
[Claudio reaches to Pez's desk and lifts up his lit cigar... he brings it up to Pez's face as Pez looks on horrified... the camera pans to the outside of Pez's office where the sound of him screaming can be heard... moments later Claudio comes walking out of the office with a cigar of his own in his lips as the camera pans back inside showing the General Manager with his head down on top of his smashed desk... The Beast looks completely outraged, as Turbine has just put a thumpin on his
manager! Without a second thought, Leandro abandons his team and heads up the ramp at a quick pace.. He keeps his
bloodshot eyes on the images on the NLR Titantron, ignoring the shouting
from Troy Knight, Ragonus and every fan to come back. The Beast storms up
onto the stage, heaving with rage as he thinks of what Claudio Turbine has
done to Pez..]
JP: I can't believe this!
[Suddenly, Leandro completely stops in his tracks. Only a foot or so away
from stepping through the curtain, its as if something inside the head of El
Mexicano Condena has just switched on. He backtracks, bringing his face to
stare up into the massive NLR Titantron.. But instead of running to his rescue, instead of
leaving his team mates to finish the match.. Leandro whips his head around,
and stares those insane eyes back towards the ring! The crowd get real loud
with cheers for the Legacy Champion, and The Beast storms back down the
ramp, completely ignoring what's going on backstage!]
JP: What?! Leandro has left Jimmy Pez at the mercy of the Number One
Contender! He's returning to the ring!! After everything thats gone on,
Leandro doesn't even care for the health of his own manager!!
[ Leandro slides in the ring, tossing Spawn from the ring.. Fear comes after him, and he gets backdropped over the top rope..]
JP: Leandro clearing the ring!
[The bell finally rings as Leandro picks up Grudge and throws him over the top rope! He lands HARD on Spawn and Fear, causing them all to go crashing to the floor.. The ref tells Leandro to go outside the ring, as the true legal man, Ragonus gets back up to one knee..]
JP: Ragonus is hurt!
[In rolls Spawn as Ragonus and Spawn lock up in the center of the ring, jocking for position.. Spawn pushes Rags into the corner, and delivers a hard knee to his chest!]
JP: Ouch!
[Spawn tries to pick him up onto his shoulders, but Rags slides off.. Much to the crowd's relief.. and then delivers a dropkick to the back of the knee to Spawn.. Then Ragonus comes up behind Spawn and delivers a hard back suplex, landing him on the back of his head.. Grudge is back in the ring.. Leandro steps in causing Grudge to go back to his corner..]
JP: Finally.. some order..
[Ragonus struggles up to his feet, picking up Spawn.. He whips him off the ropes, and Spawn comes back into a shoulder block, knocking Rags down. He then runs, this time Rags leapfrogs over him, then as he turns, catches him with an arm drag, sending Spawn into the mat. Spawn gets back up and catches him in a bearhug...]
JP: Trouble for Ragonus..
[And then Ragonus is launched halfway across the ring with an overhead Belly-to-Belly suplex! Ragonus crashes and burns.. Spawn pulls Ragonus to his feet, tucking him between his legs.. and going for a powerbomb!]
JP: Major trouble!
[Rags thankfully delivers a couple right hands and then comes over with a headscissor takedown, causing Spawn to crash face first into the tower, as Rags and Spawn both struggles twords the opposite sides of the ring..]
JP: Who will get there first?!
[Rags tags in Troy Knight, and Spawn tags in Fear.. The crowd erupts as Fear and Troy lock up, and go for a test of strength.. Fear raises his knee, catching Troy in the mouth, and then delivers a european uppercut! He then snaps him over, and kicks him HARD in the base of the spine. Troy rolls onto his back, and rolls away from Fear.. As Fear comes over, Troy grabs him and does a half monkey roll, guillotining Fear on the second rope..]
JP: And theres the true skill of Troy Knight!
[Troy Knight sprints at the ropes, comes back and goes for a gun packet, and Fear drops off the rope, causing Knight to get caught split legged on the middle rope!]
JP: Ooh. I felt that one.
[Fear then does a baseball slide, causing Troy to get knocked out of the ring, and land on his face. Fear goes out after him.. He picks him up and slams his face off the apron of the ring. Fear then whips Troy HARD into the Barrier, before rolling him into the ring.. Troy has no clue where he is.. Fear attempts to whip him off the ropes.. and the crowd explodes as Troy stops on a dime, holding onto the arm of Fear, hooking a leg with his own, and delivering a La Magistral DDT! Fear's head crashes off the canvas, his neck nearly breaking.]
JP: Get an ambulance!
[Troy whips Fear into the corner.. He collides hard, but manages to tag in Spawn who sprints into the ring and attempts to clothesline Troy.. he ducks, and Spawn spins around right into the Heaven Sent! Troy hooks the leg.. 1.. 2.. 3!]
JP: What impact!
Frazier: Spawn has been ELIMINATED!
[Fear slides into the ring and picks on the exhausted Troy with a few stomps.. He drops down to one knee, locking in a front neck lock..]
JP: Troy Knight in Trouble!
[Troy scoops out the legs of Fear, and then goes to lock in a half boston crab, but Grudge comes in and clotheslines the living hell out of him, causing Troy to break the attempted hold..Troy and Fear are both slowly getting up.. Both men go to tag fresh men in, with Ragonus and Grudge coming in.. Grudge tries to take a swing at Ragonus, but Ragonus gets behind him and does a high release German suplex, making it look like Grudge just compressed his spine! The crowd goes 'Oh!' all at once, as Grudge is dragged to his feet..]
JP: Look out, Grudge!
[Grudge receives a pair of knuckle punches right to the eye, causing him to stumble away.. He turns right into a DDT from Ragonus, who lets out a Battle Cry, pulling Grudge over to the corner.. He goes up to mid tower and attempts a knee drop to the face of Grudge from mid tower, but Grudge rolls out of the way! Ragonus rolls around holding his knee as Grudge scales the tower.. And comes off the top with a Legdrop, landing his leg on the back of Ragonus's head, driving him face first into the mat! He then pulls him over into a cradle pin.. 1.. 2.. 3!]
JP: Ragonus went from controlling the match to getting pinned in a matter of seconds!
Frazier: Ragonus has been eliminated!
[Leandro finally gets in the action as the crowd cheers.. He grabs Grudge around the neck and throws him halfway across the ring! Fear comes in with an attempted clothesline.. He crashes into the beast.. and does nothing. Then Leandro whips Fear off the ropes, and he comes back hard into a big boot!]
JP: Ouch!
[Grudge low blows Leandro, and then bounces off the ropes, doing a snap mare throwback driving him hard into the mat! He hooks the leg.. 1... 2... No! The Beast powers out! Grudge pulls him up, delivering two high knees.. He tries a third, but Leandro catches it, and delivers a leg capture suplex! Grudge rockets across the ring into the mat hard, as 'You fucking murderer!' and 'Leandro!' chants start up.]
JP: Grudge is in trouble!
[Troy is chomping at the bit, yelling for the tag, so Leandro makes his way over and tags him in, causing the crowd to cheer! He comes in, delivering a low blow kick to Grudge.. Grudge rolls over to the corner, and Fear slaps him on the elbow.. As he comes in, he nails Troy Knight with a clothesline, sending him to the ground, gasping for air..]
JP: Troy Knight is in trouble!
[Troy goes to whip Fear, but Fear slows down and reverses it, sending Troy Knight slamming right into the Grudge! Fear takes advantadge and picks up the stumbling knight and drops him with a powerslam. He taunts to the crowd like he just won the match singlehandedly, but Knight is already up, and takes advantadge, coming from behind with a leg lariat, causing Fear to tumble to the mat.. Troy slowly starts to scale the tower.. but Fear comes up behind and tries to do a Twist of Fate!]
JP: Not from up there! You'll kill him!
[Troy howerver, as Fear twists, shoves Fear causing him to topple off, guilotining his throat on the top rope... A Troy Knight moonsault later.. and 1.. .2.. 3!]
Frazier: Fear has been eliminated!
JP: Amazing moonsault!
[Grudge comes sprinting into the ring and connects with a knee to the midsection causing Troy to flip onto his back, holding him ribs.. He picks him up and goes for the Grudge Killer! He connects, nearly breaking the neck of the already hurt Knight! Grudge hooks the leg as the crowd gasps.. 1.. 2.. 3!]
JP: How quick was that?! Sheesh!
Frazier: Troy Knight has been Eliminated!
Shauna Soprano / Bones McCoy Vs. Kronik
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!! ]
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!! ]
ONE!
TWO!!
BROKEN UP BY SOZZEY!!! ]
SOZZEYS PULLED HIM DOWN TO THE FLOOR!!
THREE!!!
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Sources stated he was taking some time off to find himself...
Boy, will "he" be disappointed when he does...
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Prophecy Vs. The Flame
2��.
3!!!!
We should be more about wrestling, and less about Shock and awe?
Tell you what amy, we watched w3 fall while you were in control...
It was about as much fun as chewing burlap on a muggy day.
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Johnny: I'm in here mom, playing with my new spring arm NLR action figures..
[The announcer randomly pops out of the closet.]
Announcer: That�s right mom, thanks to the spring arm NLR action figures, Play-Time can once again be fun! Lets see what "Big" Ed Johnson can do!
[The scene switches over to the kitchen where a bunch of crappy Fall apart WEW action figures are put in a microwave. Johnny switches up the spring arm action and has "Big" Ed set the microwave on �Popcorn.� they begin hissing and popping as they cant take the heat... ]
Announcer: Look how he "Flames" the competition...
Mom: Johnny!!!
Johnny: You�ve got to outlast, outthink, and outproduce the competition. And if that doesn't work, find a bigger hole for the bodies.. That�s what "Big" Ed told me to do.
Announcer: This and many other exciting products can be purchased at the NLR SHOPZONE!
Johnny: Kick-Ass!!
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Leandro / Troy Knight / Ragonus Vs. The Grudge / Spawn / Fear