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Becoming Fun Again ...

"Ladies and Gentlemen�
We are the thing of shapes to come
Your freedom�s not free and dumb
This Depression is Great
The Deformation Age, they know my name
Waltzing to scum and base and
Married to the pain

[ Tempest, Former MWF Great, former Grudge partner and mentor, in the last match before becomming sidelined with an injury... ]

Bang, we want it
Bang, we want it
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn�t your scene
It�s better than a sex scene and it�s
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.

[ Bloodstayne... The man is a monster, as we saw in the Kendo-Stick Battle Royale at GLADIATOR.... ]

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

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

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

[ Fear, former NLR 4-Towers Champion, looking to get back into the 4-Towers title hunt...]

The day that love opened our eyes
We watched the world end
We have �high� places but we have no friends
The told us sin�s not good but we know it�s great
War-time full-frontal drugs, sex-tank armor plate

[ Taurus Manson, hasn't impressed yet, but when he returns, we expect good things outta him... ]

Bang, we want it
Bang, we want it
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn�t your scene
It�s better than a sex scene and it�s
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.

[ James Anderson, has had a past with the Panther, both are shown clashing in and out of the ring... ]

[ GMS, The Stinger Returneth ... ]

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

[ Corey Gein, #1 contender, eXcess title... He's a monster in a Federation of Monsters... ]

You came to see the mobscene I know it isn�t your scene It�s better than a sex scene and it�s So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.

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

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

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

[ Ragonus... Silent... Deadly... He can break a man in so many ways....]

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

[ Leandro... Former Legacy Champion, how he has changed in the past year, makes a person wonder "Whats Next?"... ]

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...

[ Shauna Soprano, Prophecy, Scotty Heart, Rigamortis, Kory Mathews, Jonny Odell, are all seen in quick clips... ]

Bang...

[ 5 people, To the left, The Grudge, the Excess Champion, and Sinnocence, the 4-Towers Champion... To the right, The NLR Dual-Weilders, Jatt Starr and Triple M, and Standing as cocky as he wants to be in the center Claudio Turbine, the NLR Legacy Champion, All 5 Superstars grip their belts over their right shoulders and pose for the camera, showing at this time, the best in the NLR in their divisions at this moment.. ]

Bang....

[ The Last scene is Mr. SEINC himself, "BIG" Ed Johnson, standing in the ring with Gutter Rat, President Steven Douglas, and Insane Wayne, never before has a corporate stable been put together so effectively... ]

BOOM!!!!

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

"BIG" Ed Johnson: " You ain't seen NOTHING yet"...

[ Gladiator... The NLRs' third Pay-Per-View... A smashing success as far as the buy-rate goes... To those who saw it, thank you... To those who didn't, well screw you... To those who were involved, there's a reason that we offer a decent price on Medical Insurance...

The NLR is a "Gimmick" Federation, and Gladiator proved that in many a manner... From the Romans in the beginning, to the savagry you saw in each and every match that happened after the intro... You've watched the Pay-Per-View that at the end you were almost beside yourself at how some of the matches went, well Gladiator was said to have given one unlucky viewer a brain anuerism...

And now, we bring to you, The aftermath....

We open the show with a long black limosuene pulling into the back, the driver steps out, and runs to the back door, as its opened, you see "BIG" Ed Johnson, President Steven Douglas, Insane Wayne, and Gutter Rat, come pouring out, all three but the Rat Bastard looking elated to be at the show, Gutter Rat never looks amused though, so we'll forgive him... ]

"BIG" Ed Johnson: AHHHH!!! Smell that crisp, clean, Las Vegas air... Boys, Gladiator turned the NLR on its ear, and from what I understand, My Acquisition of PWX has caused QUITE the uproar with PHW, and WMW...

Steven Douglas: So what? Who the hell is WMW? And PHW? Please, Ed, Andrew Kendrick wouldn't know cutting edge if he got shanked by one...

[ The four men walk into the building, and in the back, we see them pass the duo of Bobby and Myles Knight... All three men walk past with snarls on their faces, save for Gutter Rat, who stops, and pats Myles on the head real quickly, before catching up to the others...

The scene opens up inside the arena.. The fans cheer like crazy... even though there�s no matches scheduled tonight they know the NLR always puts out a great product... ]

JP: Welcome everyone to the first ever Matchless Edition of Hysteria!

Sully: Some think we�re crazy by doing this, but I think we�re flat out original.

JP: You got that right! Only a show with stars like Claudio Turbine, Leandro, Sinnocence and Fear could pull a segment only show off!

Sully: ... Yea something like that!

JP: I wonder who�s going to kick this off first�

[Before he can finish his sentence his question is answered as �Firefly� by Breaking Benjamin hits.]

JP: Sorry I asked...

Sully: What do you mean!? He�s the Legacy Champion! The Champ is here.

JP: Copyright infringement!

Sully: Like we've never ripped off anything before...

[Claudio Turbine makes his way out from behind the curtains with a huge smirk on his face and the Legacy Championship held high into the air. A chorus of boo�s comes from the crowd as Claudio nods his head and starts making his way down to the ring.]

JP: That�s right! He cheated his way into the Legacy Championship!

Sully: You�re crazy! He kept the Beast down for the ten count!

[Claudio enters the ring and immediately confetti starts to fall from the rafters.]

JP: Oh come on... the confetti�s going everywhere!

Sully: Yes! This is awesome!

[Confetti continues to fall everywhere in the Arena as the fans continue booing....and with the boos comes millions of balloons. Claudio climbs the turnbuckle post and holds his Legacy Championship high into the air. The fans continue booing him knowing what he did to win that title. The camera pans in on the Legacy Championship, the traditional belt has been changed with Claudio�s own custom design showing the American Flag on the plate. Claudio hops down and grabs a microphone.]

Claudio Turbine: Ladies and Gentlemen... Your New Legacy Champion...CLAUDIOOOOO TURBINE!!

[Claudio smirks and chuckles a bit as the crowd begins to boo, and call for Leandro.]

Claudio Turbine: Please please hold the applause. The Reflection of Perfection has a few things to say...

Sully: Yeah, shut up everyone!

Claudio Turbine: First and foremost... I told you so. I told each and every one of you this would happen and now look at me. I�m the NLR Legacy Champion! I became the youngest champion in the history of the NLR when I beat Leonardo last week! I did everything I said I was going to do and I ripped this out from the hands of the Beast! I traveled to the demon�s lair and I fought a long hard battle against the monster and I walked out the real Gladiator that I am! I�m a Living Legacy!

Sully: It�s true he is.

JP: Oh God..

Claudio Turbine: And I�ve been quoting a famous song lately mainly because it fits this scenario perfectly. Hate it or love it the underdogs on top and I�m gonna shine until my heart stops so go ahead and envy me I�m NLR�s MVP and I ain�t going nowhere so you can get to know me. Ha ha!

Sully: Shakespeare couldn�t even write something that good!

[Claudio walks around the ring kicking balloons out of the way.]

Claudio Turbine: And didn�t I say there was going to be a �Turbine Day Parade�?

[The fans immediately boo knowing what happened that day...]

Claudio Turbine: Oh come on... It wasn�t THAT bad... Roll the clip.

[The camera pans to the NLRtron...The scene opens up on a street corner... all of sudden fans rush the sidewalks and a huge float comes driving by. On the float stands Claudio Turbine holding his Legacy Championship up high for all the fans to see. The camera's flash like crazy at the huge float. Hanging high above Claudio is a massive balloon of himself with his trademark smirk on his face. The fans watch on in awe at... The Turbine Day Parade.

The Float Travels down the street, right behind the float comes another one. This one is covered in black roses, very funeral like... and hanging high above the float is a balloon of the former Legacy Champion...Leandro...his eyes closed and his arms folded over his chest...Riding on that float is a casket.. .symbolizing the death of the Leandro reign and the beginning of the Turbine Era.

Claudio's float comes to a halt and he's shown with a microphone in hand. ]

Claudio Turbine: I told each and every one of you I'd become the new Legacy Champion, but not a single one of you believed me. Not you.

[ He points... ]

Claudio Turbine: Not you!

[ He points again... ]

Claudio Turbine: And not you!! Why'd you come out here today?! Because you want to jump on the band wagon?! Get the hell out of here. There's no freebies. This is MY parade! The Turbine Day Parade! You people are about as phony as all those Red Sox Fans who came out of the wood work when they won the World Series only to return to their damn holes once the White Sox beat them. You're pathetic. You like the champ.

I'm the champ.

Time to like someone else! And why? Because I don't like you. I don't like any of you. You didn't help me win this championship. Your support didn't drive me to the top. I did this my damn self and now you want to cheer me? Screw you. You guys make me sick. I'd tell you to stop screaming "OF Perfection" but you drones wouldn't even understand. You'd do it anyways, and why? Because you want to feel like you're part of the show. You're not. You might spend your damn days saving your pennies just so you can afford a nose bleed seat to see Claudio Turbine perform, but at the end of the day you mean nothing to me. I did this for me, not for you. Go to the local strip bar and pay your respects to the fallen Beast. Don't come and cheer me because your cheers fall on deaf ears. Join the NLR Roster in hating me. Because this is for me. ME! Not for any of you.

[A Massive Eruption of Boo's comes from the crowd. Claudio smirks and adjusts the Legacy Championship on his shoulder. ]

Claudio Turbine: That's more like it. The Reflection of Perfection is here folks. And you know what? How about you just refer to me from here on out as "The Living Legacy" because... Let's face facts people. I am. I did more in three weeks then most have done in their whole careers. People called me a 'rookie' people called me a 'kid'... Well, this rookie came in and did what you guys have been trying to do for five months. He took down the Beast and let the sun shine upon the doors of the NLR once more. Don't think I deserve it? Shut your mouth I do. And don't dare say this is ego talking because if this happened to you you'd be feeling the same way. Don't lie. The Living Legacy hates liars. So enjoy the parade. You're a bunch of sheep anyways...a bunch of smelly sheep. This city smells like shit and I've got a surprise for you.

[Claudio descends into the float as the crowd looks on in confusion... all of a sudden Claudio comes back up with a large fire hose. He aims at the massive crowd of people and removes the nozzle. Immediately water comes bursting out the tip splashing onto the hundreds of fans. Claudio starts laughing as the fans start rushing in the opposite direction...people are shown holding their eyes... soaps in the water. Claudio continues laughing as the float starts back up and the scene fades to ringside where Claudio is shown laughing hysterically in the middle of the ring, his hand on his stomach...]

Claudio Turbine: Oh man... That was classic. Classic stuff. Didn�t see Leonardo doing any of that in his time as champion!

JP: How awful! And to think this man represents us now!

Sully: HAHAHA...

Claudio Turbine: Truth of the matter is this city reeks of something....it reeks of failure. As long as Leonardo inside of it... it reeks. Claudio Turbine is here to balance the scales. I�m the Reflection of Perfection and I�m your Legacy Champion! Deal with it! I�m�

[All of a sudden �Sugar, We�re Going Down� by Fallout Boy hits interrupting the champion.]

JP: Oh Thank God...

[The fans erupt in cheer as Kory Matthews comes out from behind the curtains.]

Kory Matthews: Claudio, Claudio, Claudio...It's rather Ironic isn't it. That you of all people would win gold in a federation of has-beens and never-were's. Congratulations are in order. But isn't also ironic that you are going to lose that some title to the one man who doesn't fit into that never-ending list of losers....ME

[Claudio smirks looking up the ramp way at the former member of the WoC, Kory Matthews.]

Claudio Turbine: Kory... Listen. If I wanted to face a WoC/NLR reject I�d take on John Pariah again. But, I don�t want to do that so why don�t you take yourself to the back where you belong before I get angry.

[Kory brings the microphone back up to his lips.]

Kory Matthews: Claudio, you think you have what it takes? You think you can hold that title against the unstoppable force of The Countdown? You think your little words and clever little insults are going to stop me? You must remember that I was undefeated in singles competition in the WoC. Hell I even took you and your pathetic little friend Lucifer on and if it wasn't for a chair shot from a psycho she-beast. I would have beaten both your asses into a grease spot on the mat.

[Claudio laughs running his hand over his face.]

Claudio Turbine: Kory... If you really feel you have what it takes to run with the likes of the Living Legacy then come down to the ring and face me. But, be warned... I do have a problem with facing people like yourself... Maybe Troy Knight is your kind of opponent.

[Claudio laughs and adjusts his Legacy Championship.]

Claudio Turbine: Besides do you even know what this means? This Legacy Championship isn�t some kind of joke. This is the big leagues now boy. This isn�t your undefeated WoC streak. This is something much more. This is the main event... Something you�ll never be apart of. The fact of the matter is WoC didn�t want ya... you came here... NLR didn�t want ya... you went back... WoC died....and now you�re back here. You jump from ships more then the victims of the Titanic.

[Kory lowers the mic as the building almost shakes from the thousands of "Countdown Clique" members in attendance. Kory takes a step towards the ring and then pauses.]

Claudio Turbine: Figured that much. Go to the back and rethink your plan of attack. I�ll be here when you�re done.

[Kory brings the microphone back up to his lips.]

Kory Matthews: Listen Claudio, don't talk about shit that you know nothing about. I went to the NLR to heighten their ratings, which apparently happened....got you a job didn't it now. Then when the war between NLR and WoC failed I went back to my home. Home, that's something that you wouldn't know about...shall I list your track record oh, egotistical one. 4ww, WoC, NLR, that far outnumbers my number of homes.

Claudio Turbine: Oh, I�m sorry Kory you must be retarded So let me do the math for you. I�ve been in the WoC, the NLR, and the 4ww....I�ve had three homes and so have you! GWA, the 4WW and the WoC...

[Kory drops the mic and walks towards the ring, taking off his Armani coat he slides into the ring and walks right up to Claudio so they are now standing face to face. Kory starts talking some more trash without the mic getting right up into Claudio's face. Claudio smirks and pats his Legacy Championship mouthing to Kory that this would be the closest he�s ever got to it. Kory then shoves Claudio.. Claudio stumbles back and comes back slapping Kory directly across his face. Kory holds his cheek and lands a punch to Claudio...Claudio and Kory start exchanging rights and lefts with one another until finally Kory starts getting the best of him. Kory knocks Claudio back into the ropes and he grabs him by the arm whipping him across the ring... Claudio comes running back and Kory goes for a clohtesline, but Claudio ducks and slides underneath the ropes exiting the ring.... The ring attendant quickly returns the Legacy Championship to him as Kory Matthews hops on the ropes and challenges Claudio to re-enter the ring...Claudio also grabs the microphone Kory was using before.]

Claudio Turbine: Kory! The Countdown has begun, but not until you become Legacy Champion...UNTIL I END YOUR PATHETIC CAREER!

[Claudio drops the mic as �Firefly� By Breaking Benjamin hits... Kory just nods his head.]

JP: Wow, Korey Mathews back in NLR, and it looks like he wants a shot at the Champ...

Sully: Well he's got a long wait, John... Everyone knows that the NLR isn't a place where you can just waltz in and become a Champion almost overnight...

JP: But!!!

Sully: Somethings gouing on John, we're headed there now!!!

[ Backstage in one of the plethora of locker rooms in the Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, the self-proclaimed �Marvelously Undefeatable Tag Team Ever� and new NLR Dual Wielding Champions stand. Jatt Starr is wearing a charcoal gray pinstripe suit, a gold dress shirt and gold print tie, the Tag Team Title over his shoulder. Triple M has his championship belt around his waist as he also sports a black T-shirt reading �Simply Marvelous� on the front and �Fat Chicks Need Not Apply� on the back, black jeans, and black lug sole boots. Both men are clearly agitated. ]

Starr: This is just complete and total disrespect!

Triple M: You�re telling me! After we clearly whooped Kronik�s asses at �Gladiator�, they still have not returned my Hummer!

Starr: I think maybe they didn�t take your Hummer.

Triple M: You said they did!

Starr: Okay, maybe they did, maybe they didn�t. How the hell should I know?

Triple M: Do you understand that my Hummer is still financed?

Starr: There�s more important matters to discuss besides your Hummer! Do you not realize that the entire NLR locker room considers our clear victory over both Kronik and McCoy and Shauna as a fluke?! Do believe that they actually think we are talentless fops?!

Triple M: Surely, you can�t be serious.

Starr: I am serious�.and don�t call me Shirley. Let�s face it, Mario�.we are considered to be second citizens in the NLR!

Triple M: It�s jealousy.

Starr: That�s obvious. You have the Muppet Babies, Fozzey and Gluteus MAK-simus out there whining and complaining and crying to management that they deserve a rematch for these belts. AND THEY GET THEIR REMATCH!

Triple M: They ARE the former champions�.auto thieves�but still former tag team champions.

Starr: That�s not the point! Why go crying to anyone who will listen for a rematch? Why go to management? They are rude, crude, and completely inept in common courtesy! If they wanted a rematch why not ask us? WE�RE THE CHAMPIONS FOR PETE�S SAKE! YOU WANT A MATCH? DEMAND ONE FROM US!

Triple M: They are politicking whiners!

Starr: Without a doubt! You see, the difference between the �Marvelously Undefeatable Tag Team Ever� and Kronik is that when we want something, we take it. We don�t bitch and moan until we get what we want!

Triple M: You are preaching to the choir, Jatt, my man.

Starr: Freaking babies!

Triple M: Babies? We got Whiney and Bitchy Smurf after our titles!

Starr: Oh yeah? Well they might be Smurfs, but I�m Starr-gamel, the baddest man in the land! If they think for one nanosecond that they can take these titles, then they must be on some funky ass mushrooms!

Triple M: They are hallucinating! That�s that!

Starr: Screw this, I�m going out there and telling the NLR what I think about this second-rate roster they have here! Tell Johnny to suit up when he gets back!

[ Starr abruptly leaves the locker room as Triple M stands there.]

JP: Looks like Jatt Star is all about business tonight...

Sully: Well you gotta admit John, that even though many believe Kronik had the titles won, Jatt Starr and Triple M pulled off an upset, and they feel they deserve a little more recognition...

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[ As we return from commercial, Eugiene tugs at his tie as he admires the manipulative situation he has created. He is dressed reasonably smart but all the designer suits could not cover up the creepiness of this man. The Grudge stares, sat on a metal chair with the title outstretched over his jean clad legs. Eugiene spoke, looking at the mirror but referrring to the man we know as the new excess champion.]

Eugiene Mcphee: Tonight's a big night for us, Grudge... It's the start of a special friendship.

[The Grudge sighs and speaks his mind. Eugiene has his job so the blackmail is clear and he can speak freely without any hesitation effect him.]

The Grudge: Despite how much you have me under the fucking thumb, Mcphee... We'll never be friends.

[ Eugiene reddened a little bit and turned around, looking at The Grudge.]

Eugiene Mcphee: You can try and drive me away all you like now, Grudge but at the end of our 'business venture' you will be thanking me for giving me everything you have. A new hope, a new start and a few title reigns.

[ The Grudge laughs, staring at the dainty figure of Eugiene.]

The Grudge: I don't need you for that you greasy jackass.

Eugiene Mcphee: What, so now you've got a shitty third rate title you think you're god's gift? You can't do shit in the real leagues in this company.

[ The Grudge's smile fades and he is tempted to choke Eugiene to death and see his cheeks turn purple. He calms down and raises a very intimidative finger at Mcphee.]

The Grudge: You can say all you want about me but the only reason you have me signing this contract is because your down, dirty and plain low you cunt.

[ The word echoes loudly. The fans obviously don't know what The Grudge is being blackmailed about but cheer for him never the less as he stands his ground with the creepy little man.]

Eugiene Mcphee: Kid, I suggest you think twice about speaking to me like that. Things could get a little 'GREEN' about the place if you carry on.

[ The Grudge bites his lip as Mcphee walks towards the doorway, stops and looks back.]

Eugiene Mcphee: Now smarten yourself up, the world awaits us... A business deal is to be made.

[ The Grudge rolls his eyes and stands up. He slings his title over his shoulder and begins to walk out of the room as we fade back to the ringside.

The lights in the arena dim down to a low level. As "Only One" by Slipknot starts to blast through the stereo system, a wall of fire shoots up. The wall slowly lowers to about a foot level. One by one, flames form on the ramp. Corey Gein walks out from behind the curtain to the boos of the fans. Gein walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as the fans mock him. He rolls into the ring and hops up. Climbing up the turnbuckle, he holds up the devil horns up in an X and than brings them down. Stepping back, he takes the microphone from the ring announcer. ]

Corey Gein: What the hell did I say last week? I said that I was going to walk into the Kendo Stick Battle Royale and win the damn thing. What did I do? I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I went in there and won. And I know, I can hear it from a mile away, Spawn is going to moan and groan about the double team. Well, face facts dude... thats part of a battle royal. It could have happened to anyone. I'm kinda disappointed that it happened to you.. I wanted to beat your ass some more. But that isn't that big of a concern anymore. Next week is going to be a good week for The UltraViolent Icon. Next week, two other men for the Excess title. Barbed wire ropes. Do you know what that means to me? It means alot. It means that these bitches are going to be seeing what happens when you put Corey Gein in a match like this. This is where I shine.

[ Gein walks around the ring, eyeing people in the crowd. He hops up onto the turnbuckle and sits comfortably. ]

Corey Gein: I went through twenty other men to get my shot at the Excess title. Grudge, do you really think that I'm stressing two people. Do you really believe for a second that I'm worrying about you at all? You beat some cock washer in Ragonus. Fine, you won the belt. But just as soon as you've won that belt, you will be losing it. I actually kind of feel bad for you. I know what it's like to get a belt and lose it the next week. Only difference is.. when I lost mine, it was because of interference. When you lose yours.. its going to be because you've bled too much and I've beaten you too mcuh. You're not a threat to me Grudge. Yes, you have skill, but not enough to get past me.

[ Gein hops down off the top rope and walks around the ring. He laughs softly as he thinks of what to say next. ]

Corey Gein: Spawn.. you know, I've never seen someone so unjustly have such an inflated ego. You've got a good deal of skill, but you inflate yourself to be the greatest the world has ever seen. That was disproven last week when you got ejected from the battle royal. Which is exactly what I said would happen. You're going to come with the same song and dance as last time. You didn't have a damn thing to really say about me. You just made some corny jokes about serial killers. And an infomercial... really man. I know you're trying to be funny, but you're failing miserably. It was just stupid. It will always be stupid. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Spawn, how bout you do something this time that I doubt you will. How about you actually open your mouth and say something about me that actually holds some merit. Spawn, just like last week, I'll make a prediction. I'm predicting that I whip both yours and Grudge's ass and take the Excess title. Thats my prediction for next week. Get used to me whipping your ass, I'm going to be doing it quite often.

[ Gein drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring. He walks back up the ramp to the collective boos of the crowd. ]

JP: You know, I've noticed a kind of tension building in the NLR as of late..

Sully: It's good for business, the bigger the roster, the deeper the pools of blood at the end of the night...

JP: But please, I was having dinner the other night, and practicly witnessed a "certain" NLR superstar on the verge of Choking a waiter for forgetting the extra mayo...

Sully: Hey, for the record, I ALWAYS dip my fries in mayo...

[ Claudio Turbine is shown holding his Legacy Championship on his shoulder when Ed Johnson comes bursting into the room.]

Claudio Turbine: What the hell do you want?

[Ed looks pissed.]

Ed Johnson: You stole that championship away from the rightful champion. You cheated. I�m not going to have a cheater among my ranks!

[Claudio stands up.. .adjusting the Legacy Championship.]

Claudio Turbine: Oh? You�re going to fire me now Ed? Wouldn�t be such a bright idea. The Roster might like it, but your wallet wouldn�t.

[ Ed looks to become even more angry...then he smiles.]

Claudio Turbine: What the hell you smiling about?

Ed Johnson: This was supposed to be an evening about "fun" Claudio, but I�m changing that right now. Tonight you�ll be defending your championship against one of my stars. The PX will love this. Get ready because your match is coming up soon and I do hope you can successfully defend that championship.

Claudio Turbine: You can�t do that!! I just fought Leonardo in a �Last Man Standing Match� I can�t compete for the Legacy Championship this soon!

Ed Johnson: Too Bad. The Roster will love seeing you lose so soon. Good Day.

[Johnson walks out as Claudio clenches his Legacy Championship in his hands watching as Johnson leaves with a dirty look on his face.]

[ He was in her locker room, right where she asked him to be. The phone call a few days back had him excited to say the least, and now, here stood Jonathan Taylor Thomas, lover to Troy Knight...right in the center of Sinnocence's locker room.

And when she opened the door, a wicked grin crossed her face. ]

Sinn: "I didn't think you'd actually show up, Jon..."

JTT: "Hey, I know I shouldn't be here, but I am allowing the wrong head to make my decisions, you just need to assure me that this remains our little secret...what Troy doesn't know doesn't hurt...anyone, any place close where we can have some privacy?"

[ She locked the door behind her and walked over to the hottie, ]

Sinn: "I won't tell anyone...let alone Troy. He's the number one contender for my title...why would I want to piss him off?"

[ Chuckling, Sinn started to unbutton his shirt before moving on to his pants. When he was down to only his boxers, the stripper smiled again. She slipped out of her clothing and pressed against him.]

Sinn: "So, what do you recommend now?"

[ Jon quickly picks his slacks up and retrieves something from his pocket and holds the item up before Sinn's face. It is a Trojan Magnum. ]

JTT: "Hey babe, don't be offended but I need to protect myself, all the Enquirer needs is to hear some whisper about me getting some young lovely pregnant, unless you want to do something super kinky, Troy is always telling me that I am anal...so I may as well be anal...you game Sinn, you ready for some big time kink? I will play the role of the delivery man, bringing the big package to the back door."

[ He flashes his Hollywood smile at her. Sinn mirrored his smile and nodded her head, ]

Sinn: "I am on birth control, silly. But better to be safe than sorry..."

[ As the rest of her clothing was shed, she could feel his eyes roaming her body and she did the same to him. He was ripped, just like she liked them. ]

Sinn: "I'm always ready for a bit of kinkiness...so deliver the package, UPS man."

NLR / PWX ALL SEINC...
SIN CITY: MASSACRE ON 34TH STREET...
TUESDAY, DECEMBER 27TH, CHECK YOUR LOCAL LISTINGS...
NLR 24/7

[ The camera cuts into the backstage area, just beyond the carpark. A limousine slowly rolls up towards the screen, as the crowd rumbles with anticipation. Suddenly, the luxurious car comes to a quick stop and the driver slams his palm down on the horn. We can just see his face shouting in anger, from inside the tinted windows. He makes obscene hand gestures to the person who has stopped him, and the camera swings around to see... The back of a huge man, his arms crossed in front and out of view.. His head hanging down, a large hood shadowing his face.]

Sully: Who the hell is this?

JP: I have no idea...

[The camera swings back to the face of the irrate limo driver, and his expression suddenly drops. He looks as though hes seen as a ghost, instantly pulling his hand off the horn, his eyes wider than ever! And we find out why.. The screen slowly makes its way back, and sees the maniacal, sinful eyes of Leandro staring out from underneath the hood. Wearing his usual black, sleeveless prison uniform, but with the addition of the hood, his face is almost completely shadowed by it.. But Leandro's eyes are instantly recognizable. The crowd goes absolutely nuts for The Beast and start up the popular "Leandro! Leandro!" chant.. The Mexican Convict's massive, tattooed arms are folded over his barrel-like chest, and he stares straight into the eyes of the driver.]

JP: Oh my god! The Beast is in the arena!!

Sully: I didn't think he'd show his face this soon, JP!

JP: Well no one fits the phrase "Never say die" quite as perfectly as Leandro does, Sully!

[Removing his hood, The Beast walks around the limousine, bringing a thin, half-smoked cigar up to his lips and breathes out a stream of smoke. Leandro never takes his eyes off the driver, who has locked every door in the car, and he stops at the side of the limo. El Mexicano Condena drops the cigar to the cold, carpark ground and squashes it with his boot.. Before bringing one enormous fist up, and planting it straight into the side window!]

SMASH!!

[The glass shatters around Leandro's claw, and the driver screams out in panic. He struggles to unlock his door, as he murmers some inaudible words of regret, but finally gets it open. It only takes two seconds for the small driver to bolt away from the scene, but Leandro doesn't bother giving him a second glance. Instead, he latches both of his massive hands onto the side door of the limousine.. The crowd cheer as sweat runs down Leandro's forehead, and he puts all of his power into ripping the door off!]

JP: No! He can't!

Sully: Holy shi--

JP: He's done it!

[After a matter of seconds, Leandro completely tears the door off its hinges and sends it flying back! It crashes loudly behind The Mexican Convict, and Leandro barely acknowledges it.. Instead, he leans forward into the limousine, hearing the distant "Leandro! Leandro!" chants go around the arena.. And emerges with a bottle of tequila in tow! Standing up to his full height, The Beast brings the bottle up to his scarred face and nods his head with a sinful glint in his eyes. Leandro unscrews the top, as the crowd cheer, and he throws back the tequila.. Taking down a good four gulps of his poison of choice. Wiping his mouth, The Beast storms into the arena without a word.]

JP: The Mexican Convict is here and already he's caused enough damn carnage! We just witnessed Leandro tear the door off someone's limousine, with his bare hands! That's something I have NEVER seen another man do!

Sully: I just hope he's not coming out here, JP!

JP: Well, The Beast is in the arena and it looks like he's alone.. Let's see if the former Legacy Champion has some words for us tonight...

[ Take The Power Back Starts to play and a green mist surrounds the entrance way.Rigamortis and Purple Starr emerge from the mist from the stage floor.As they start down the ramp pyros go off down the ramp and a red mist starts to surround the ring.Rigamortis and Starr enter the ring with Starr perched upon his shoulder.The lights begin to strobe then cut off.When the lights come back up Rigamortis is standing in the center of the ring with Star still on his shoulders.Music cuts, and Rigamortis grabs a mic... ]

Rig; Well here we are Starr the NLR and it seems we came at good time too. So let me introduce myself to you who do not know me. I am The Darkness!!! I am that which you FEAR!!! Now it seems the management here is Losing control and the inmates are trying to run the Asylum. Total chaos right here in the NLR.

I have came here for two reasons. One to finish some unfinished business. Two well lets just watch and see. I have been watching the talent here for a while and I am impressed with what I have seen. So I am going to set the record straight from the beginning. There will be no prejudice against anyone. I am here to kick all your sorry asses and take no prisoners. All of you will feel the fury which I have inside this twisted and demented mind and to make sure that my back is protected I have a friend here who will do what it takes to watch my back.

Meet Starr gentlemen. She is not just my manager but my best friend. I have came a long way to come here and now that I have arrived all who get in the ring with me prepare to go to limits beyond any of your imaginations. SO IT IS WRITTEN!!! SO IT SHALL COME TO PASS!!!

[ Take The Power Back Starts to play as rigamortis and Purple Starr Exit the ring and into the back. A camera picks them up backstage as they walk down the hall. they cut the corner and runs into Fear. The two stare and a smile comes across Rigamortis's face. He walks around Fear and walks towards the exit and turns back and looks at fear and smiles again. Rigamortis and Starr exit the arena laughing as the camera fades to back to the ring...

GO ]

JP: Who the hell is this?

Sully: I think you know as well as I do.

[ The entranceway explodes with red pyro and a figure dressed in a pair of white cargo pants and a white hoody appears on the NLR entranceway. The figure has his hoody pulled low but the crowd pick up quickly on whom the figure is and a �WEW Sucks� chant breaks out in many parts of the crowd. The figure gets midway to the ring and throws back his hood to reveal the number one contender to the WEW World title Johnny Karagious.]

JP: It�s Johnny Karagious; the WEW number one contender is here in NLR.

Sully: Don�t tell me we have signed him somehow?

JP: I doubt it; he was one of the WEW power men at the MWF vs. WEW Conflict even crawling off what many considered to be his death bed to compete. This guy is WEW through and through.

[ JK heads to the ring and without missing a beat rolls into the ring and walks over to the far turnbuckle taking a seat on the top turnbuckle. Karagious quickly produces an NLR microphone from one of his pants pockets and he shapes to speak as the �WEW Sucks� chant gets louder and louder. ]

Karagious: First of all let me say it�s great to have a friendly crowd. And second of all how about you shut up and hear what I have to say before you condemn me?

[ The crowd are still all over Karagious but a few guys in the front row hold up a small hastily made �Devil� sign and JK sports a brief grin as he sees it. ]

Karagious: Now I am a busy man but I felt a brief stopover in NLR was not only warranted but needed. You see as you may or may not know, this past week GMS was crushed by Flashman, Flash treated like some kind of victory, I sat and shook my head in despair. A victory over GMS doesn�t mean shit.

[ The crowd are still all over JK and running down NLR fan favourite GMS did him no favours with the crowd. ]

JP: GMS is a very solid wrestler with a great pedigree both here and in MWF, Karagious has no right to be taking liberties like this in an NLR ring.

Karagious: Now lately I have been very much of the mentality anything Flash can do I can do better. So I intend to come here and do something Flash and NLR management seem incapable of doing, I am going to give the fans what they want and face off one on one with the most talented wrestler in NLR. To be completely honest I am here to pick a fight.

Sully: Is he here for Turbine?

JP: Leandro perhaps?

Karagious: I say right here and now that next week; in an NLR ring I want Sinnocence vs. Johnny Karagious one on one. You are NLRs breakout star in waiting Sinn and I pray to god that next week we will break you out so bad NLR won�t be able to deny you any longer. I hope you are prepared Sinn because next week for one night only not only you but the entire NLR is going to take a step back, breath deep and then be forced to Step the fuck up.

[ Karagious drops the mic and the NLR crowd is on there feet now some yelling support for the match and others agreeing with Johnny K for calling it like it is as �Step Up� blasts over the NLR P.A. system. ]

[ Video Footage]

[The camera shows a reserved parking lot, a white limo drives into the lot. The crowd awes at who could be in that limo. The driver side door slides open, and out pops the driver. The driver decked out in a traditional black suit freshly pressed and cleaned. He makes the long slow walk to the back of the limo, after about half a minute he reaches the back and he opens the rear side door, and out comes none other then James Anderson. He�s wearing a white striped Armani suit, and black shoes. He smiles to the camera and walks on...

From another angle, we can see a Jungle Green Cheetah model car come speeding into the lot, the roof is open and we can clearly see Panther In the driver�s seat, he stops the car and jumps out of it. Panther goes to his trunk and opens it, taking out two kendo sticks, obviously for the battle royal later on, and his duffle bag. He walks towards the locker room, duffle bag across his shoulder and walks towards the entrance to the arena, a few minutes behind James.

James Anderson is walking smugly down the hallway to the locker room, he doesn�t realize Panther is behind him, James reaches the locker room door when all of a sudden *Crack* goes the kendo stick over his head. Panther has struck James Anderson over the head with one of the kendo sticks he�s holding. James is lying on the floor and turns around to see Panther�s masked face grinning.]

James: You son of a�

[*Snap* Panther nails him again with the kendo stick, his duffle bag on the floor.]

Panther: Well, well, look who decided to show up in NLR. Vampmon or should I call you James Anderson now.

[WHACK!!!]

Panther: Did you think I forgot about what you did to me you dirt bag.

[James looks up from the ground, and smirks.]

James: Well look who it his up and walking, how�s the leg Panther.

Panther: Better!

[*Crack* the kendo stick breaks under the force of the blow against James� chest]

Panther: You made one dam mistake, you left me nearly crippled but you didn�t finish the dam job.

[ Panther hoists James up and throws him into a concession stand. Panther walks over to the mess that he�s made and noticing a steel chair folds it up. He slams it over James legs several times and then drops it. James is out cloud on the floor. Trainers, Referees, and EMTS rush the scene. Panther grabs his duffle bag and enters the locker room.

Cut to the backstage hallway, we can see Jason Collins, looking at the camera and standing beside him is none other then Panther]

Jason Collins: I�m standing here beside none other then the self proclaimed Fastest Man in the NLR, Panther.

[Jason turns and faces the masked face of Panther]

Jason Collins: Now Panther I�m here to ask you a question that a lot of fans have on their mind. Panther, generally you�re not known for ambush and beat down tactics, but clearly as we saw last week at Gladiator you didn�t take to kindly to the debut of one, James Anderson. In fact even after your ambush you two fought tooth and nail during the battle royal. Is their bad blood between you two?

Panther: Collins I�m going to answer that question. James and I go back to W3, heck we�ve known each other longer then that, all the way back to the now dead DWF. When DWF closed its doors, there were several of us superstars that jumped over to W3, and forgot about there roots, being blinded by greed, money, and power, I myself joined the W3, but I for one would not be bought out, I remained faithful to my DWF roots. As many of the fans know I had to leave W3 because of an injury, however I think Its time I show exactly how I received that injury. It was during a W3 PPV.

[Video Footage from the W3 PPV]

James: It�s the Panther�s pounce and its over!

Panther covers Brian Hart and the official rushes across. 1..2.� and Hart kicks out of the panthers pounce. What resilience from Brian Hart. Panther is now calling and end to this match as he makes his way to the tope rope. Brian Hart is still on the mat and Panther is now on the top and bounces up and down on the top to gain momentum and suddenly he pulls up. He seems to be holding his calf slightly. Then he falls from the top rope screaming pain holding his calf.

James: Its look he has just pulled up. He can�t go on.

Brian Hart has now made it to his feet and sees Panther on the floor holding his calf and pleading with the official that he can�t carry on. Brian Hart looks confused as he looks at Panther in pain and then looks around at the crowd. He stops to think for a second before he moves over to Panther and helps him up�only to kick him in the gut and lift him high into the air and drive Panther back down to the mat with a vicious power bomb.

James: Hart showing no remorse to Panther!!!

Brian Hart makes the cover and official moves across to make the pin�1�2...3!!!

James: Its over. Brian Hart has won, but what for Panther.

Byrd: He did it for the team. Panther was down and couldn�t continue. Sportsmanship went out the window and Gamesmanship come in.

[We cut back to Panther and Collins]

Panther: As you can see I suffered a torn calf muscle and was forced to leave because of that injury. It wouldn�t have been nearly has bad if it wasn�t for this next scene!

[More Video]

The titantron flickers to life showing the backstage of the W3 Arena, Panther is lying on a stretcher being wheeled along the hallways.

Byrd: there he is Folks, Panther on his way to the hospital.

James: We haven�t had word on how serious his injuries are but we will let you know as soon as we get word.

A small group of paramedics and his fellow tag champion the Scorpion are at his side. Scorp is carrying both of the DWF tag team titles. Scorp is doing his best to reassure Panther that everything is going to be ok, they near the parking lot where the ambulance is waiting. Scorp rushes off ahead and opens the doors. As the doors swing open Scorp is met by a shocking sight, sat in the back of the Ambulance is none other then Vampmon and fellow HELL member and the newest �DWF Traitor� Apocalypse, Scorp�s jaw drops momentarily before he starts to call out to Apoc.

Scorp: What the he�

Before he can finish Apoc drives a huge boot in to the face of Scorp.

Byrd: What on earth?!

James: Apocalypse just floored Scorpion!

As Scorp hit�s the floor The Paramedics scatter and Vampmon grabs a hold of the stretcher and starts wheeling it forwards, running towards Scorp. The stretcher slams in to Scorp pinning his head against the bumper of the stretcher, Panthers body sores thru the air towards Apoc who catches him and throws him in to the ambulance James wall with a fall away slam. Panther screams out in agony.

Byrd: this is sick!!

Vamp throws the stretcher aside and pulls Scorp to his feet. Scorpion fights back with a flurry of right hands, Apoc crashes in to Scorp with a huge spread drilling him in to the ground. Vamp drags Scorp up and sets him up for a power bomb, Vamp hoists Scorp in to the air and together Vampmon And Apoc hit a double sit out power bomb on to the concrete floor of the parking lot.

Byrd: Oh my god!!

James: The Scorpion Was just sent all the way to hell! I hope there�s room in that ambulance for two Byrd!

Byrd: you just don�t have any compassion do you James?

James: Oh shut up Byrd!!

Vamp and Apoc climb to their feet, they sadistically stare at the carnage marveling at their handy work. They make their way over to the back of the ambulance where Panther is still writhing in pain, they laughs and Vamp scoops up both of the DWF tag team titles. He proudly hands one to Apocalypse and both of them walk away.

[Back to Panther and Collins again]

Panther: You see that, he took months off my career. Well now I�m going to repay the favor. In a couple weeks I have an opening match against James Anderson. Now I�ve heard that he�s taking some time off. Well Vamp or James you better be well rested, because what I did at Gladiator is just a small sample of what I have in store for you, you son of a bitch. This cat is ready to rumble but more importantly I�m ready to POUNCE!!!

[Panther walks away leaving a slightly stunned Collins ]

JP: Man, we thought GLADIATOR brought out some bad blood, it looks like its set to continue...

Sully: It's the NEW Era of the NLR!!!!

JP: Let's hope that we get a moment to catch our breath..

Sully: I don't think that plan is or ever has been in the works, John...

[ The scene shifts to the rear door of the arena.....and as the camera zooms slowly in on it, it opens up to allow a uniformed man in....David McCoy! The crowd pops at the sight, still not as warm on him as the W3 and DWF fans were, but it is obvious he is gaining in popularity. After nodding to some of the NLR techs and workers, he turns the corner and stops short....directly ahead of him, the new couple of Sinn and Fear are talking, and they both turn towards him at the same time.

Fear stops and looks at Bones, saying nothing at first but smiles at him and shows a sign of respect by saluting him. ]

Fear: "Good evening Sir."

[ McCoy, who is in his "C" uniform of blue pants, khaki shirt, belt, and tie, grins back and offers a short salute of his own. "Fear...um...." He looks at the ground, obviously a little uncomfortable. ]

McCoy: "I know you were hunting for Jada, and I know it bothered you that those two individuals came for her...but they were not soldiers under my command, nor were they part of anything that I had ordered to be done. They were...under orders of a mutual acquaintance of Jada's and mine....and I'm sorry about their actions."

[ Fear smirks and just shakes his head... ]

Fear: "You mean dumb and dumber? No big deal Bones... I had a feeling you weren't involved with that. So no hard feelings my friend."

[ He smiled and offered his hand in a sign of respect and friendship...The crowd popped slightly as they waited to see if Bones would accept the handshake. McCoy nodded, and shook his hand, the crowd roaring their approval. He then shook his head. ]

McCoy: "Listen.....and, well....um....

[ The older man looks down at the ground again...] McCoy: I know that you both have your demons to fight...and Jada...

[ He nodded at her, and she gave him a sweet, sad smile... ]

McCoy: Jada explained that you two have similar ones. You can help her find her way better than I can, because you two are more alike....at least, that's how she explained it to me. So....I understand, and I want you two to win your battles...together."

[ He looked up at the taller man and smiled.]

McCoy: "It's what an old Marine would want, and if I truly love Jada, I have no other choice than to allow her to live as she wants....even.....even if it's without me. Take good care of her, my friend....she is awesome."

[ Fear smiled and looked at Sinn who smiled as well... ]

Fear: "Yes she is something else...And I am gonna try and help her fight these demons the best I can and you have my word that I will not let anything happen to her my friend.."

McCoy: "That's all I could expect."

[ Jada stepped to him, and he hugged her chastely...then, the Brigadier General nodded again at Fear. ]

McCoy: "Thanks..."

[ With that, he looked at them both one last time, then turned and walked away. Fear looked at the image of Bones walking away and he smiled knowing he had his blessing... He looked at Jada and just smiled... ]

Fear: "How about some hot cocoa?"

[ Sinn smirked and nodded her head as the two walked away as the scene faded out. ]

Want to know what happened on UFA programming this week?
Well, if you caught last weeks show, you're in luck...
For once again, it's same 'ol, same 'ol...
NLR 24/7

[ Heavens a lie by Lacuna Coil begins to play over the pa system as the crowd has no clue who this is�But at the first site of the trademarked leather trench coat and white hair sends the crowd to a fever pitch as Fear appears on the ramp looking out to the crowd� He smirks as he slaps a few of their hands as he makes his way to the ring and is handed a microphone� ]

Fear: Well look where we are at! If it�s not LAS VEGAS NEVADA! *crowd erupts into cheers* My home away from home so to speak� Well seeing how NLR has decided to make my home their new home you know I had to come speak to MY people!

It would seem that things really didn�t go my way last week� I mean first I give a match of the ages against the legend known as Troy Knight, but fell up short� Now I hold no ill will towards him as Troy Boy is an icon, a man among the boys so to speak; so to lose to him is an honor�But to makes matters go from meh to down right fucked up, those assholes known as Sports Entertainment Inc want to make their little impact by attacking Sinn! Now Troy and I saw this in the back and had to try and save her� It didn�t work as we all now know�. So with that being said, Ed Johnson, I know you�re backstage all happy about what you did at Gladiator last week� But know this, you�ve made an enemy out of the white haired demon and I�m not someone you want as an enemy.

I shall make you and all your SEINC buddies pay for your crimes� That includes you too PWX! I hope you are listening, You are guilty via association and like it or not, one by one you all will fall to me� PWX, Insane Wayne, Gutter Rat, Steven Douglas, then I shall come for you Johnson�Oh yeah I�m leaving your fat ass for last! You were the one who runs SEINC, you were the mastermind for what occurred and for that I shall allow you to watch as I destroy every last one of your boys�Then as the paranoia of when is he coming for me finally kicks in� when you can�t sleep for fear of me appearing in your dreams! When you can�t walk out at night for fear that I�m lurking in the shadows� THEN OH THEN I SHALL TAKE YOU OUT!

[ The crowd erupt in a chorus of cheers at the NLR�s undisputed enigma�He just smirks and stops speaking when he sees his twisted emotions brother Spawn appear on the ramp and make his way down to ringside, sliding into the ring� ]

Spawn: Wow those are strong words brother� Fear, you and I we go way back� We have been running buddies since you were announced as the NLR�s four towers champion� We are Twisted Emotions family�

Fear: Spawn, bro� Stop the bullshit� Stop the acting, it never was your strong suit� I for one am sick and tired of having you riding my coat tails� this was never about you and me Spawn� It was all about what can I, do for Spawn� WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP SPAWN GARNER SUCCESS! Well sorry buddy but the ride stops�.

[ CRACK! Fear connects with a sick superkick right into Spawn�s skull knocking him out! Fear drops down to one knee and hovers over the fallen body of his former Twisted Emotions Brother�. ]

Fear: HERE! CONSIDER THIS THE END OF TWISTED EMOTIONS! For now on you�re on your own! I don�t need you Spawn�. I won�t be dragged down the darkness any longer by people like you and that bitch Darla! I have changed�. I have a mission and that mission starts next week�

[ Heaven�s a lie begins to play as the crowd are still on their feet for the white haired demon� He smirks as he drops the microphone on his former ally as the scene continues as Fear leaves, and Spawn is taken from ringside by officials�

Suddenly 'Anarchy' cranks out over the PA System and The Grudge makes his way out to the ring dressed in a pair of black jeans and a fitted black vest. Trailing behind him is Eugiene Mcphee. He walks down not looking back as his new manager scans the arena, getting to grips with it.]

JP: I don't who this man is or what he has against the excess champ...All I know is he's a deceptive little man.

Sully: In my opinion it's a smart business move JP.

JP: That's because you're just as self-centered

Sully: Probably

[ The Grudge rolls into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckles in the near right corner, raising his title to the crowd who cheer loudly. He points at it and shouts 'I went through hell and back' and there is more of a pop. He holds it up with two hands before slinging it over his shoulder and jumping off the top rope. Eugiene has gone around to the other side of the ring and collects two microphone. He climbs up the steps and climbs over the top rope. He stands central and hands one microphone to The Grudge who stares at him.]

Eugiene Mcphee: Ladies and Gents', welcome to a new era. An era where The Grudge will have some form of support to lead him away from his downfall and helping his aspiring ambitions become the acts of a legend...

[ 'Grudge, Grudge' echoes loudly from the fans. He stands still staring into the eyes of Mcphee who watches him carefully. He reached into his jacket and pulled a clipboard with two pieces of paper attached and pen resting under the clip.]

Eugiene Mcphee: Tonight, The Grudge and I make a business deal complete. Due to me being a very, shall we say, persuasive man... The Grudge has decided to let me take care of his business. The paperwork, the promotions and the planning...

[ They know by Grudge's face, he being held by some unmentioned information. The smile on Eugiene's face tell them he is not a good man. The crowd boo him as he struts around the ring, keeping his eyes on The Grudge.]

Eugiene Mcphee: Now, young sir... If you'd like to ink the sheets...We can get this business deal over and done with.

JP: This man's holding something back...

Sully: I want to hear it, yet I don't. It's funny seeing people tortured.

JP: It wouldn't be so funny if it was you...

Sully: And? It's not me so I'll revel in it's humor.

[ The Grudge slowly raises his mic and speaks...]

The Grudge: Sadly... I can't do that...

[ The fans cheer loudy as The Grudge takes a deep breath. Eugiene becomes a little red.]

Eugiene Mcphee: Well sadly I'll have to tell everyone your little secret.

[The Grudge steps forward trying to intimidate Mcphee.]

The Grudge: I'd hate to make this scene a whole lot more red.

JP: Fairplay, he's standing his ground.

Sully: And Mcphee's gonna tell us.

Eugiene Mcphee: And I'd hate to make this situation a whole lot more green.

[ With that Grudge kicks him in the gut and hits The Grudge Ender, the fluent Double Arm DDT, sending him into the mat face first. The Grudge picks his title and a mic up and speaks whilst looking down on the motionless body of Mcphee.]

The Grudge: Noone fucking blackmails me you little prick.

[' Helter Skelter' hits once more and The Grudge climbs the ropes and raises his arms and title in the air. He looks back at Mcphee with some regret before pacing out the ring and up the ramp. He stops by the curtain and raises his title once more for a cheer before walking through the curtains.... The camera cuts to�Big� Ed Johnson is shown sitting at his desk going through some paper work when all of a sudden the door swings open and Claudio Turbine enters, fuming mad.]

Claudio Turbine: Who the hell is my opponent?!

[Ed puts the papers down and looks up smiling.]

Claudio Turbine: I�ll smack that smile right off your face you son of a bit�

Ed Johnson: NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME!

[Ed rises from his seat.]

Ed Johnson: You�re the Legacy Champion and that means you represent the NLR. The way you�ve acted lately starting fights with everyone you see. The damn ego. I�m sick of it. And I�m going to make sure you get your share of a beat down tonight. You want to know who your opponent is? Let�s just say you�re in for the payneful truth. Now get the hell out of my office.

[Claudio glares... but then wonders if his opponent could be... no it couldn�t... He looks dumbfounded, but begins to leave, Johnson continues searching through papers�The door opens as he keeps his head down still looking at the papers� ]

Johnson: Don�t people knock around here!?

[ A soft giggle and Ed looks up at the four foot nine frame of the temptress Darla Price dressed in a leather halter top and matching mini skirt and knee high red leather boots�She smirks at Ed who gulps at the image of her� ]

Darla: What�s wrong Ed? Cat got your tongue?

Johnson: Oh no, miss Price� Just wondering why you�re not out bothering lover boy Fear.

[ Darla laughs a small evil laugh before walking towards Ed and placing her hand across his shoulder blade running her fingers across his business suit�]

Darla: Silly Ed� Didn�t you hear? He and I are no more� I�m a free woman. And it would seem if you have a small problem dealing with him� After all he has made a promise to get back at you for what happened to Sinn at the pay per view last week�

Ed: What can he do? He�s but one man Miss. Price and well I have Insane Wayne and Gutter Rat on my side!

Darla: Don�t doubt a man like Fear when he�s in this type of mood� He has the power to draw others to him via his words� He already has Rage, Sinn, and from what we saw earlier tonight, he could even get Bones on his side as well� And let�s not forget that little flamer Troy Knight!

Ed: So what do you propose Miss. Price?

Darla: A little business relationship� You help me; I help you get rid of him before he finds others to rebel against you and Sports Entertainment Inc�

Ed: And if I say no?

Darla: Ed� No one says no to Darla Price�

[ She placed her arms around his shoulders and started to massage them and slowly licked his neck� She stopped before he could get too worked up and slowly turned back towards the exit� Her ass being shown off perfectly through the leather mini-skirt�She turned around and looked at Ed who just sat back in his chair� ]

Darla: Think about it Ed� I�ll want an answer next week love�

[ She blows him a kiss as she walks out the office as the scene fades back to the arena�

An evil cackle is heard throughout the arena as the lights darken and the ever-loudening drum beats of Marilyn Manson's "The Beautiful People" play over the loudspeakers at a deafening volume. The Jumbo-tron lights up with images of gothic writing and freakish people. ]

I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong

The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It's all relative to the size of your steeple
You can't see the forest for the trees
You can't smell your own shit on your knees

[ The words "FEMME FATALES" flash across the tron several times before the lights come back on and it also flashes the words, "Kill Yourself, Inc." ]

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean

The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they eat most
The horrible people, the horrible people It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away

[ The arena strobe lights begin to flicker and the Jumbotron shows various clips of Helena and Jada. Helena brutally fighting David "Bones" McCoy, Jada winning the DWF People's Championship from Deathstroke, and Helena and Jada tag-teaming against W3�s women wrestlers. ]

The beautiful people
The beautiful people (aahh)
The beautiful people
The beautiful people (aahh)

[ After an agonizing wait, Jada Kaine and Helena Kreuz finally appear on the apron dressed to kill. Jada begins to saunter down the apron, followed by her best friend, Helena Kreuz. They wave to the crowd and occasionally shake hands with some of the fans...the referee in the ring holds the ropes open for the two deadly beauties as they enter the ring. As the crowd cheers for their beloved Sinn, she takes a microphone from a crew member and puts it to her luscious lips. ]

Sinn - �My beloved fans...tonight is a very special night. Tonight is the night the most sadistic woman in wrestling today makes her debut in the NLR. Helena Kreuz!!�

[ The wild fans let loose a barrage of cat calls and wolf whistles to the two beauties. They both grin wildly and kiss, getting a larger reaction from the crowd. Sinn hands the microphone to Helena. ]

Helena - �Guten Tag, mein Freunds...tonight is a special night indeed. Tonight is also the reunion of the most powerful and seductive pairing in wrestling today...the Femme Fatales...�

Jada - �So be prepared, men of the NLR. Hell hath no fury like a Femme scorned...and you all know who I�m talking about. In a few days, our beloved GM will recieve a special present. �Big: Ed Johnson knows what I�m talking about, so gather your lucky charms, my love. You�re going to need them.�

[ Helena nods in response to Jada as she hands both microphones back to the crew member. They wave and smile widely to the crowd as they exit the ring, The Beautiful People hits the speakers again. Camera clicks to Backstage, where Jason Collins catches up with Eugiene Mcphee who is slightly ruffled and looking very angry. The young interview approaches him with his mic and hand and stops him as he is about to reach his car.]

Jason Collins: Mr Mcphee, How do you feel about events earlier tonight?

[ Eugiene's face rouges and he pulls Collins by his tie...]

Eugiene Mcphee: HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I FEEL YOU LITTLE PRICK? I HAD MY DIGNITY STOLEN BY THAT LITTLE PRAT ABOUT QUARTER OF AN HOUR AGO!

[ Collins takes a step back and Eugiene calms down, infact a smile comes to his face]

Eugiene Mcphee: But rest assure my friend... Everything will even out when I make the boy see sense during the week and offer him the ultimatum with security present next week on Hysteria... Jason Collins: What do you mean?

[ Eugiene's smile widens.]

Eugiene Mcphee: He'll have his career at hand and it'll be do or die...

[ With that Eugiene walks off leaving Jason Collins standing, shrugging as we return to ringside.]

JP: What a night we've already had here, ladies and gentlemen.

Sully: You're not wrong, JP--

[Suddenly, our commentators voices are cut off by the sounds of "Cancion Del Mariachi" by Los Lobos! The crowd go ballistic with cheers, standing off their seats instantly! Shades of red, green and white scan over the entrance ramp and camera-bulbs flash through the crowd.. The Mexican Convict tears out onto the entrance ramp, full of an energy like we've never seen before! He roars out ferociously to the crowd, storming from side to side and getting the fans riled up.. The missing Legacy Championship doesn't seem as noticeable with the energy that Leandro is radiating tonight.]

JP: Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the first Legacy Champion..

Sully: He ain't worthy of the term 'Champion' any more, JP! That's reserved for Claudio Turbine now!

[Leandro towers down the ramp, slapping his right hand against his chest real hard and roaring loudly! The Beast walks around the outside of the ring, as the ringside fans reach out and try to touch Leandro.. He soon finds his massive body climbing up the steel steps, and easily stepping over the top rope. Once inside the ring, El Mexicano Condena paces around staring into the sea of cheering fans. We hear the "Leandro! Leandro!" chant circulate it's way around the arena, and The Beast stops in his tracks and listens. Leandro's music fades and within twenty seconds the chants change from "Leandro!" to "You're OUR Champ!". This threatens a smile on that scarred face, but instead Leandro heads over to the ropes and reaches a huge, tattooed arm down for a microphone]

JP: The Beast is about to speak, folks.. In the ten months that I have witnessed Leandro wreak pure havoc on this federation, brought almost every man to their knees.. I have never seen El Mexicano Condena address the crowd!

Sully: Oh c'mon.. Pull your head from his ass, JP!

JP: I'm just paying the man his due respect, Sully.. You should to!

[Leandro stares around the crowd a little more, waiting for the cheers to settle down.. Before he brings the mic up to his lips, speaks in a rough voice, with a thick Mexican accent.. And breaks his silence once and for all..]

Leandro: Always a Convict. Always a Beast. Siempre. And right now, I've been stripped back to the core.. Which is right where El Mexicano Condena needs to be.

[The crowd rumble, as Leandro drops the mic down to his chest, and glances to the right. After a second or two, he brings it back up and continues..]

Leandro: No piece of shit, Judas manager.. No legacy to uphold.. And no damn Championship. I've been stripped of the weight, and felt the spit of those corporate fuckers slide down these scars.. [Pointing to his own face] They thought they could take everything away from me, thought that they could put The Beast to sleep.. But this Mexican Convict isn't going to rest, not tonight. No esta noche, mis amigos..

[The crowd buzz with Leandro's words, as he builds up energy.. The fury boiling in his deep, booming voice..]

Leandro: Family.. Championships.. Trust.. No matter how much they steal from me.. There's something that they can never take. Something that runs thick through these veins, always has and always will.. Pure rage. The extras were never of importance, and they all know that. So watch your back, muchachos.. Because El Mexicano Condena will never stop until you're all feeling the torture of this rage! And you'll hear these wild fans cheer The Beast on, as your blood sprays across my chest..

[As if on cue, the crowd instantly starts the "Leandro! Leandro!" chant back up.. The Mexican Convict gives them a few moments, pacing around the ring like a caged lion.. Before continuing on in his thick Mexican accent]

Leandro: Mark my words. I will take everything back.. I will have no mercy, and leave no equal standing. Don't believe me.. then fucking try me! Tiente sino..

[With that, Leandro tosses the mic to the side and listens to the crowd cheer wildly! "Cancion Del Mariachi" blares over the speakers again, and The Beast throws two massive fists down onto the top rope.. Leandro roars out into the crowd, before storming around the ring, staring those bloodshot eyes around the arena.]

JP: The Beast has spoken!

Sully: You know, I think I liked him better when he wasn't running off at the mouth like all these other guys!

JP: He was screwed out of a manager, his title...

[ Leandro walks back through the rampway, and several seconds pass, the crowd anxiously awaits what they are about to witness next. Suddenly, �Remedy� by Seether blares across the arena as the lights dim and the spotlights illuminate up the ramp until they finally shine on one member of the Dual Wielding Champions, Jatt Starr who is raising the championship belt in the air before he smugly makes his way down the ramp. The crowd is decidedly mixed with some cheers and some jeers. Starr walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. Starr grabs a microphone, the music fades, the house lights come back up. ]

Starr: You see, there is a lot of talk backstage in reference to �Gladiator�! Everyone in the back is talking about Claudio Turbine, and to an extent, deservedly so. Congrats to him on being the Legacy Champion. But let�s look at the facts people, Claudio Turbine needed the help of Mr. Constantine in order to defeat Leonardo DiCrapio! Let�s face it, if it were the Ruler of Jattlantis, Leonardo would not have even shown up to the match! But Turbine�.Turbine used an illegal force to defeat Leonardo! And he is all anyone is talking about! The magazines, the papers, there was even a feature on �Extra!�! There was a clip of it on VH-1�s �Best Week Ever�! What is that about?! Triple M and I took on four other people and came out doing what we said we were going to do and become the NLR�S DUAL WIELDING CHAMPIONS! IN OUR DEBUT MATCH HERE!

[ Starr paces in the ring a moment. ]

Starr: WE WERE VICTORIOUS�..CLEANLY! NO HELP FROM ANYONE ELSE! AND YET, WE ARE TREATED AS SECOND CITIZENS IN THE NLR! THIS IS PATHETIC!

[ Starr looks out at the crowd. ]

Starr: But let�s hold off on the pathetic bumbling that passes for social skills the NLR has and let�s discuss something we all are aware of! Recently, Project Xero advised that if the NLR wishes to leave we can do so. Good news for the Inept Seven left as they will no longer have to compete with a federation that has the Ratings Juggernaut, the Sultan of SeaJattle, the Mackdaddy of MoJo, the Jattlantic City Icon, the Hero of Jattanooga, the Idol of Jattlanta, the Rising Starr of the NLR, the King of Grapple from the Big Apple, the Baron of Boca Jatton, the Jattlantic Champion himself, the Ruler of Jattlantis! Apparently, I am also the Man whose Starr-Power makes the so-called Elite Other Seven COWER! While I, personally, have no ill-will personally to anyone involved with PX, I am not all shocked at their comments. Business is business after all. But think about is, of course PX passive aggressively wants the NLR out�..they know that the elite flock here�.in other words myself. If they don� want us, screw them! Loyalty in life is like loyalty on �Survivor�, you hold on to those who are loyal to you. And PX, the NLR was loyal to you and you treat it like you don�t care! So be it! I could care less about you too! May you crash and burn.

[ Starr paces a moment before continuing. ]

Starr: With that being said, allow me to continue on the social retardedness that the NLR possesses! All I have heard about the �Marvelously Undefeatable Tag Team� is how we should have lost the match! At how our victory was a freaking fluke! At how we barely edged out our competition! Ever since I debuted in the HOW, I busted my hump to become the best! I am two time World Champion, I have proven myself time and time again that I am what I say that I am�.The King of Grapple from the Big Apple. Never before have I felt so disrespected by a locker room in my life! Not one person back there�.NOT ONE�.has congratulated Triple M or myself on our victory! All I hear is bitching and moaning�.mainly from the FORMER champions�.the Muppet Babies�.Sozzey and Mak. Bitching to Ed Johnson and anyone else who would listen at how they were screwed out of their titles! Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, BITCH! Well, your complaining got you a rematch for these titles next week, I hope you are happy! But look at me Sozzey and Mak�.say what you want, the bottomline is�you are not in my league, you�ll never be in my league, and come next week�..you will still suffer defeat. My recommendation to you? Go back home and suck on your mommies� teets. You claimed before that WE fear YOU? It seems to be the other way around there Muppet Babies! It is YOU that should fear----

[ Suddenly, �Numb� by Linkin Park blares across the arena signifying the imminent presence of Mak and Sozzey otherwise known as Kronik. Starr looks darn near soiling himself as he looks up towards the entrance ramp. Starr begins pacing nervously when suddenly the emerge! Triple M and Johnny Elite wearing an inflated suit showing muscles and blue hair. Starr begins to laugh hysterically as the clowned up Elite and Triple M make their way down the aisle. Triple M (who has a nametag that reads Sozzey in backward letters) trips over the bottom rope as he enters the ring and Elite (who has a nametag reading �Mack�, a clear misspelling) trips over Triple M. ]

Starr: Oh this is just great ladies and gentlemen! Let me introduce to you, the FORMER NLR Dual Wielding Champions�..KRONIK!

[ Triple M and Elite rise up and they run around the ring flexing their �muscles�. ]

Starr: Listen up you two poster boys for A.D.D.! You are in the ring with the Ruler of Jattlantis! You better walk away before I bitch slap you both into unconsciousness like I did at �Gladiator�!

[ Suddenly, Triple M/Sozzey grabs the microphone. ]

Triple M/Sozzey (in a goofy voice): HOLD UP THERE JATT STARR! Mak and I know you are better looking and more talented than we are�.but we are not above crying until we get what we want! Our mommies said we are special and we should be treated as such!

Elite/Mak: YEAH!

Triple M/Sozzey: So what if we still sleep in mommies� rooms with nightlights on! So what if we wet our beds!

Elite/Mak: Wow, Mario, you still wet---

Triple M/Mak: Mario?! WHERE?!

[ Triple M/Sozzey feigns fear as Starr grabs the microphone back and approaches Elite. ]

Starr: Are you blind or just stupid �MAK�? MARIO IS NOT HERE! IT�S YOU, MAK�.ME�.AND SOZZEY!

Elite/Mak: OH! OHHHHHH! RIGHT! YEAH!

[ Triple M/Sozzey immediately reaches outside the ring and is handed a microphone of his own. ]

Triple M/Sozzey: WHEW! I got worried there! I almost peed my spandex! But if he did come out here! I would have cried and complained and then I would kick his ass!

Starr: With what?

Triple M/Sozzey: With what? Look at us! We might LOOK like genetic freaks of nature with the intelligence of a rock but�.um�.we�re�.um�.

Elite/Mak: KRONIK!

Triple M/Sozzey: YEAH! KRONIK! YOU SHOULD FEAR US, JATT! While you and Triple M are the elite of the NLR, we have something you don�t have!

Starr: And what�s that?

Triple M/Sozzey: STEROIDS! AND LOTS OF STEROIDS!

[ Triple M/Sozzey and Elite/Mak begin flexing again. ]

Starr: Hey, I�m going to say this once, and only once�.Steroids are dangerous!

Triple M/Sozzey: DANGEROUS? HAH! Dangerous, Shmangerous! So what if we have microscopic penises! WE�RE KRONIK! BARRY BONDS, MARK McGWIRE, AND JOSE CANSECO AIN�T GOT NOTHING ON US!

[ Elite/Mak and Triple M/Sozzey begin flexing melodramatically again.]

Triple M/Sozzey: BEWARE THE ROID RAGE!

Starr: What? The steroids getting you aggressive? You want to take a shot at me?! Is that it?!

Triple M/Sozzey: No man, it�s these damn hemorrhoids, Mak you�ll need to apply the Preparation H when get in the locker room!

Starr: Listen up, Papa Smurf, you got what you wanted�.a rematch for the Dual Wielding Championship and the outcome will be no different than �Gladiator�. You will end up just like most of these people in Las Vegas�. LOSERS!

Triple M/Sozzey: Oh yeah? Then I�ll just cry until I get another match with you! What do you think of that?

Starr: I think you�re delusional, Sozzey.

Triple M/Sozzey: Well, thank you!

Starr: See you next week!

[ Suddenly Seether blares across the arena as Starr exit�s the ring smiling smugly while Triple M (who is doing his best to contain his laughter, once again flexes to the crowd as the scene ends. A few more moments pass before that time of the night... "The Hand That Feeds" blares over the speakers, as SEINC, Ed Johnson, Steven Douglas, Insane Wayne, and Gutter Rat come out to a chorus of boos from the crowd... The fans witnessed a betrayl at Gladiator, and little do they know, but things are only about to get worse, for those who have been giving Johnson greif in the NLR... As they enter the ring, Johnson grabs a mic..., let the tyrade begin... ]

"BIG" Ed Johnson: Good evening Las Vegas... I wanted to address a few things as we start the dawn of a new era in the NLR... Not one of Greed, or Politics, or Petty, Petty, Squabbles in the locker room by guys who do not like where We, as a company, are taking the show.... Now I'd like to send a message to the roster, and because it's kind of the "in" thing to do to break what you, the fans call "Kayfaybe", I'm going to say this... If you are not happy here in the NLR, this is your one shot, your one chance, your one moment to define yourself, in stepping out here, in the middle of this ring...

So I can Fire you Personally...

[ The fans boo loudly... Douglas laughs, Wayne clasps his hands together and nods with a smirk, while Gutter Rat stands silent....]

"BIG" Ed Johnson: That's right... I'm sick of you... All of you, your petty whinings, your policys on wanting to change the rules I set, and various attempts to do nothing but make this show, your own personal vial of poison... Bullshit!!! Bullshit, and I don't have to take this anymore... Guys like "Troy Knight", popping off at every chance he gets about his little sexual oreintation... Or Fear, with his obvious weakness in regards to what happened in this very ring at Gladiator when I turned my back on the biggest cess-pool the NLR has hired since we opened the doors...

Keep your tounge in your mouth Fear, she whored me, she'll whore you too... You don't want to cross the boss... Otherwise, We'll be seeing you in January, when WEW picks up your contract at Conflict....

[ The arena, 17000 + all begin the AssHole chant... ]

"BIG" Ed Johnson: And we have the Former Legacy Champion, Leandro, shouting Idle threats and tearing the doors off of cars, proving that he's just as sore a loser as he would be if he had grown up to be the feild cropper his "papa"had raised him to be....

I'm watching you... SEINC is watching you... I hired Steven Douglas to be my eyes, as he has my vision, on where this show needs to be, I hired In-Sane Wayne, a man who knows better than all, the art of screwing over and humiliating those who deserve it... I hired Gutter Rat, who has beaten more men, than any other in our roster, to show those who WILL NOT comply, and I expect them to do this job... I'm tired... So tired.... You people with all your nit-picking, and jealous quips, and crap... I don't care... You can either do the job, or get the hell out of my company... It's that simple, I don't have time to babysit any more, I have a Corporation to run... These men have a Corporation to run...

And while I'm at it...

�Ohhhhhh....ohhh....ohhhh....�

[ The audience quiets down at the sound of a woman moaning coming across the screen. The Tron suddenly comes to life with the image of what appears to be a bedroom door. The NLR owner falls silent in the middle of the ring to watch the events unfold on the screen with a look of pure disbelief on his face. ]

"BIG" Ed Johnson: That's my... That's my place!!!

[ Sounds of laughter and small moans come from the inside of the room, now telling the audience there is not one, but two people in Johnson�s bedroom. The camera person slowly opens the door to reveal the room, torn asunder. The occupants having a marathon love-making session inside could have cared less. ]

�Oh God...Liam...harder!�

[ The female voice lets out a sharp moan as the camera pans across the ruined room to finally settle on the bed. They are covered by Johnson�s comforter, but it is apparent someone is watching them....namely, the entire NLR audience. After a few moments the covers get whipped back to reveal the chiseled upper body of Fear and the soft curves of Sinnocence curling up beside him. The two laugh as the camera zooms to the stripper�s perspiring form. ]

Sinn: �Ed....I must say, my love, you have the most comfortable bed...this is the best idea I�ve had in a while.�

[ Back in the ring, Johnson had become furious. His fists ball up, the nails digging into the soft flesh of his palms. ]

"BIG" Ed Johnson: �WHAT IN THE HELL???�

Sinn: �Eddie.....shush for a moment...I�m going to leave you a little present.�

[ She reaches over to the floor by the side of the bed and holds up a pair of black lacy hipster panties. ]

Sinn: �These are for you, lover....Liam took them off of me with his teeth....I hope you enjoy!�

[ As she waves the panties to the camera, the scene fades from the Tron... Johnson starts hopping around like a mad hatter, and shouts at his crew to go end the evening romp... Revenge is a dish best served cold, and tonight, Sinn proved that by making it all so sizzly hot... Next week, she won't be so smug, next week, the fans get a taste of what the new era is all about... ]

Next Week...
NLR Hysteria...
All Hell Breaks loose...
NLR 24/7

Jackie Frazier: This 'Legacy Title' Last Man Standing match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first.. from Los Angeles, California! Standing at 6' 6'', and weighing in at 240 pounds.. He is the Legacy Champion...! Claudiooooooo Tuuuurbine!

[The camera pans to the NLRtron and shows the image of a mirror... The words �Reflection of Perfection� scan across the mirror and then the image of Claudio Turbine is shown before the mirror shatters into a million pieces. �Firefly� by Breaking Benjamin hit�s the air waves 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 leaps from behind the curtain and lands on the top of the ramp way, he smirks. 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 camera pans down to his waist revealing the Legacy Championship.. He pats the gold and the fans erupt in a mixture of boo�s and cheer�s as Claudio mouths the words �Reflection...� and some of the crowd screams back �OF PERFECTION!� as he begins to make his way down the ramp.]

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

[Claudio stops at ringside looking inside the ring and then he takes a step back before running forward and leaping up onto the ring apron, not wasting any time he flips over the ropes entering the ring and spinning in a circle with his arms out to the sides... he quickly runs up to the turnbuckle leaping on top of it. He bows his head down and slowly raises it, pointing to the fans with one hand as he slowly rises into a standing position on the turnbuckle post...He smirks and slaps his hands across his chest three times before slowly extending his arms out to the side screaming �THE REFLECTION� now the fans are really into it as the majority of them scream back �OF PERFECTION!�...Claudio removes his Legacy Championship from around his waist and holds it high into the air with one hand, pointing to himself with his other mouthing off as the flashes in the arena go off like crazy.....]

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 hands the Legacy Championship to the referee, but not without hesitating first... The referee takes the title and Claudio goes over to the time keeper demanding a microphone..]

Claudio Turbine: Alright! So who is it?! Who is this mystery opponent?! I don�t care! Is it Joshua Payne?!

[The crowd grows silent...the fans chant for �Joshua Payne� and Claudio looks around the Arena wondering who�s about to come out from behind that curtain when all of a sudden �Sober� by Tool hits... Claudio immediately starts laughing.]

Jackie Frazier: And his opponent....Standing at six feet tall weighing 240 lbs...he is the challenger...JASON PAYNE!

[Payne comes rushing down the ramp way and sliding into the ring, before he can even stand Claudio levels him with a hard clothesline. Payne�s head bounces off the canvas as Claudio gets to his feet and extends his arms out to the side with a huge smile on his face...]

JP: God Damnit!

Sully: Ha ha! I wonder if Claudio and Johnson had this planned all along!

[Claudio reaches down and yanks Payne up to his feet by his hair. Payne goes to swing at Claudio and Claudio backs up dodging the attempt, he quickly brings his foot up kicking Payne in the sternum causing him to heel over to which Claudio quickly responds by grabbing him by his tights and rushing him into the steel turnbuckle post. Payne screams out holding his shoulder as Claudio takes a few steps back before running and drop kicking Payne in his ass causing his shoulder to be slammed into the unforgiving steel once more.]

JP: Oh come on!!

Sully: He�s a fighting champion! He didn�t even know who his opponent was!

[The referee forces Claudio back as Payne removes himself from between the ring ropes... Payne starts rubbing his shoulder trying to get some feeling into it when Claudio shoves the ref aside and rushes towards Payne shoving him against the turnbuckle post. Payne leans against the post and Claudio grabs the ropes uses them to keep himself balanced as he starts ramming his own shoulder into the stomach of Payne. Once...Twice...Three times before Claudio backs up away from Payne, but before Payne can do anything Claudio front flips and then charges his shoulder back into Payne�s stomach. Payne drops into a sitting position against the ropes as Claudio climbs the turnbuckle post he�s sitting under and screams �REFLECTION�...but the crowd remains silent.. Claudio laughs and waves them off leaping down and planting both of his feet into Payne�s chest.]

JP: This is a damn mugging! Come on Payne!

Sully: He�s the champ for a reason JP!

[Claudio reaches down and lifts Payne up... Payne nails Claudio with a hard right hook knocking him back catching him off guard. Claudio tries to come back with a punch of his own, but Payne blocks it and nails Claudio again... and again... and again knocking Claudio back against the ropes. Payne then grabs Claudio and whips him across the ring... Claudio bounces off the ropes and Payne tries to nail him with a clothesline, but Claudio ducks underneath the attack and bounces off the other side...when Payne turns to face Claudio... Claudio leaps and catches him with �The Suffering!� the fans rise out of there seats at this high impact move....]

Sully: You see that!!

JP: The human body isn�t meant to move like that!

[Claudio sits and points to his temple...and he reaches back rolling Payne onto his back and pinning him.]

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

[The bell sounds...]

Jackie Frazier: Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and still NLR Legacy Champion....CLAUDIO TUUUUUUURBINE!

[�Firefly� by Breaking Benjamin hits as Claudio stands and the referee raises his arm into the air. Claudio yanks his arm back and grabs his Legacy Championship holding it high for the fans to see. Ed Johnson appears on the NLRtron, still seething at the gills about Sinns earlier display... And what was set up with Turbune to be a slaughter, has just become one step closer to the "Next Level"... ]

Ed Johnson: Jason Payne... YOU�RE FIRED!!

[He laughs as Claudio Turbine turns and looks down at the fallen Payne pointing and laughing at him as well.]

JP: Those son of a bitches...

Sully: Watch your mouth!

[Payne starts to get to his feet as the fans cheer for him. Claudio Turbine is still in the ring laughing at the unemployed Payne... Payne gets to his feet and the referee tries to help him stand, but he refuses help... He turns and BAM!! Claudio levels him with the Legacy Championship...]

Sully: Ha ha! Atleast he got a Legacy Championship Match before he was fired!

JP: He never had a chance. Claudio kicked him in the back of his head and he was dazed for the rest of the match this is awful!

[Claudio stares down at the fallen Payne... Blood pouring from his forehead as Claudio slaps his hand across his chest and screams �The Reflection of Perfection!�....�Firefly� re-hits as Claudio climbs to the top turnbuckle and raises the Legacy Championship high into the air...]

JP: That�s all the time we have for you tonight folks....Another sad night in the NLR. .

Sully: You�re crazy! With Claudio around things have never been better!

JP: We�ll see you next week when we return to a full night of match ups...

Sully: Over and out!

JP: What?

Sully: It�s how we�ll end shows!

JP: ...

Sully: Over and out!

[The camera pans back to Claudio Turbine standing high above the ring with the Legacy Championship above his head... End show.]

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