[We come back from the break inside the arena, where the Legacy Champion is still inside the ring.. He is pacing back and forth like a caged bull, his massive body heaving. Those bloodshot eyes are staring up the ramp, as he awaits his oncoming battle against Mike Miller..]
JP: Well, ladies and gentlemen.. What we just witnessed was brutal.
Sully: I don't know if Leandro was sending a message to The Grudge, or just clearing the ring early for his match!
JP: You just can't guess what is going through this maniacs head.. Check it out..
[A quick clip from before the break is shown, displaying the violent beatdown and the handcuffing. It then shows what happened "during the break" as we see a medical team come down to help both The Grudge and Fear out of the arena, and see the short manager of Leandro, Jimmy Pez confidently making his way to ringside.. Suddenly, "Last Resort" by Papa Roach blares over the speakers, and the crowd stand up to boo! Leandro stops pacing and narrows those darkened eyes, muttering in Spanish to himself.. Mike Miller walks out onto the stage with a mic in hand, and an amused expression. He stares around the crowd, ignoring the many boos as he speaks..]
Mike Miller: Cut my damn music.. Im gonna make this real quick so it can through to your thick skull, and hopefully through to these brain-dead Seattle fans!
[The crowd erupt in boos, giving him hell for the cheap hometown dig..]
Mike Miller: Well, you're all cheering this Mexican piece of trash.. When you know that I am clearly going to beat Leandro, right here tonight. I don't care whether you cheer me, or whether you cheer this overgrown freak-show!
[The crowd once again go crazy, this time cheering for the Legacy Champion.. We hear the "Leandro! Leandro!" chant starting up, and catching on all around the arena. Miller stops for a moment listening to the roaring chant..He begins walking down the ramp, bringing the mic to his face as he does]
Mike Miller: I don't care about heading back to the hospital, Leandro.. Because you're coming with me this time. It's me and you, face to face.. Nowhere for you to run, nowhere for you to hide. And sooner or later I'm coming back for round 2, Leandro.. Except that night I'm gonna be taking this away from you too.
[Mike Miller stops now, staring down at the fallen Legacy Championship.. Still where The Beast left it when he came to deliver the Grudge/Fear attack. Mike Miller eyes off the glorious belt, as the fans go ahead with the boos.. Mike Miller brings the mic to his face again, slowly looking up to his opponent.]
Mike Miller: Are you read--
[Suddenly, the massive frame of El Mexicano Condena rushes forward! Miller jumps back about five feet, dropping the mic to the ground with wide eyes! He cautiously stares at The Beast, who has halted himself.. purposely. The crowd give a loud cheer, as Mike Miller tries hard not to look slightly humiliated.. Frustration sweeps over his face, as he shakes his head.. The Beast just stares back with a smirk daring to cross his lips. It barely does, but the fans don't care.. They cheer Leandro's perfectly timed flinch. Laughing at Millers reaction..]
JP: Can I see a streak of yellow down that mans back?
Sully: What are you talking about? Mike Millers one of the toughest guys here! He's not afraid of Leandro!
JP: Sure thing, Sully..
[The Beast latches his two claws upon the ropes, bending the top one down as he lets out a savage roar! Staring those bloodshot eyes into Mike Miller, daring him to enter the battleground.. Miller looks from side to side, listening to the heavy cheers for the Legacy Champion with annoyance. He turns back to Leandro, with a serious expression.. As though he is hyping himself up inside that head. El Mexicano Condena steps back from the ropes and crouches down, awaiting Mike Miller to enter.. The two men stare each other down as Miller goes up the ring steps and climbs into the ring. He steps through the ropes and Leandro steps up into his face. The men talk back and forth as the ref calls for the bell. The bell sounds and Leandro takes the brunt of a punch from Miller. He stakes a few steps back and regains his footing. A flicker eminates in the Champions eyes, and he offers his jaw up for Miller again. Miller looks confused and throws another punch. He lays it into The Beast, but Leandro shakes it off and laughs. Miller gets very angry and throws another punch. He misses this time and El Mexicano Condena takes the arm. Millers momentum carries him into a full nelson and Leandro turns it into a full nelson bomb. ]
JP: That one could do irreparable harm to the spine.
Sully: If you’re a friggin’ little girl. Miller is not a kindergartener so he’s good to go.
[ Miller lies down on the mat and holds his back. Leandro kicks him and Miller lies flat. A grin spreads across his face. Leandro walks over and begins rocking the Tower corner from its stationary position. He's hit from behind by a running clothesline, smashing him into the ladder, which breaks at the bottom. Miller closes the ladder and steps up a few rungs. As he climbs up the steps, the ladder loses balance, as planed, and it crashes down on Leandros ribs. ]
JP: What an innovative maneuver. Incredible.
Sully: The tower is broken, this is gonna get as ugly as the Legacy Champion!!
[ Miller climbs back up to his feet and pulls the ladder off of Leandro. The Champion slowly climbs up to his feet and Miller grabs a handful of hair. He grabs The Mexicans' head and slams him to the mat with a DDT. He sits up and looks down at Leandro, while Pez is hopping around slapping the mat. Miller starts to shake his head in disapproval and rolls out of the ring and begins to shuffle around under the ring. He pulls out a chair at the ref’s count of 4 and slides back into the ring. Leandro is on his knees and sees the chair in Millers' hands. Looking for an easy way out tosses the chair to Leandro. The Champion looks very confused as he grabs hold of the chair and stands. Miller looks him in the eye and yells ‘HIT ME’!! The fans roar in approval as Leandro reels back but then stops, thinking over the DQ that is set to follow.. The referee has gone to the ringside and is signaling for Jackie Frazier after getting a message on his ear piece. ]
Jackie Frazier: Ladies and Gentlemen, by orders of General Manager "Big" Ed Johnson this match is now a No Disqualification Match!
[ WHANG!! Leandro delivers a shot that knocks Miller down to a knee. He shakes his head a few times and slowly climbs back up to his feet. He shakes his head again in an attempt to shake out the cobwebs. He again looks at Leandro in the eye and tells him to do it again. The Beast obliges and again pulls the chair back and lambastes Miller with it. This shot knocks Miller back and he falls to the mat. The crowd rallies as Leandro shakes his head in disbelief as he moves over the top of the fallen Miller. He takes the legs of the chair in his hands and puts the top of the backrest against Millers' throat. Milke begins to writhe under the crushing pressure of the chair against his throat. ]
JP: Come on. This is just too far.
Sully: The dumb-ass gave him the opportunity. You cannot fault Leandro for taking it.
JP: That Leandro is just a monster, no two ways about it.
[ Seeing his movement slow down and stop, The Champion relinquishes the hold and begins to taunt Miller. He slaps him in the face and pulls him to his feet. Miller fires back a blind European uppercut. Leandro falls back and hits the ropes. He attempts to get his balance back and shakes off the effect of the last shot and goes back to the offensive. ]
Sully: What the hell is this guy made out of?
JP: He is apparently not human.
[ Leandro looks at Miller and shakes his head while a wicked smile spreads across his face. Miller looks freaked out and bails out of the ring. Leandro follows but is caught in a trap, as Miller changes direction and locks him in position for a German Suplex and nails it to perfection. It's enough to stun the Champ. Miller looks at him and pulls him to his feet. He hits him in the low stomach and Leandro bends over. With that, Miller rolls back into the ring, and begins finishing unhooking the broken tower. He hops off the apron, ladder in hand, and comes around drilling the Champion. For the first time in just about ever, Leandro looks laid out and Miller sets the ladder back up on the floor. Miller walks Leandro up to the announcers table and lays him on top of it. ]
JP: I don’t like this. Not one bit.
Sully: For once I agree with you. Let’s get out of here.
[ The announcers scatter away from the table as Miller looks up at the ladder and climbs it to near the top. He motions to the still Leandro on the table. He pauses for a few seconds and leaps off the ladder with an elbow. He slams down on top of The Mexican Convict and the table gives way to the combined weight of the two men. Miller slowly crawls away from the tattered pile and gets to the ring apron. Leandro clutches his ribs and rolls on the floor. Miller, grabbing his midsection, crawls into the ring and waves on a chorus of boos from the crowd. The announcers make their way back to the headsets and slip them back on. ]
JP: My god that was insane.
Sully: It was beautiful. A complete disregard for humanity.
[ Miller exits the ring, going back to the ladder, and slowly gains rung after rung but Leandro has risen, and grasps the ladder. With a big shove, he topples Miller off the ladder, and Mike falls onto the ring steps. Mike Miller performs a spill that causes the arena to go completely silent. Leandro walks over and makes a cover as the referee slaps the three. ]
JP: Another win for the Beast!.
SullY: Nice guys are supposed to finish last John. This is a travesty!
[ Leandro and Jimmy Pez celebrate their in-ring success when suddenly the lights go out and 'Deep' by Nine Inch Nails blares out of the speakers. The Grudge walks out of the tron to large boo's after his win earlier in the night against Fear. He's wearing a black pair of jeans and a black t-shirt with 'NLR' written on it. His long black dreadlocks hang unbearingly as usual. He walks onto the stage with a microphone already in his hand and raises it to his mouth.]
The Grudge: Nice job, champ. It's good to see that you can take worthless curtain jerkers out when you're champion. Do you remember Leandro? They guy you near enough disabled in MwF, and the guy you handcuffed to that idiot Fear tonight.
[ Leandro and Johnny Pez smerk slightly staring at The Grudge as he continues speaking.]
The Grudge: You keep those god damn smerks on your face because they ain't going to be there for long. Oh no, my friends. I won the match, before you stuck your nose into my business, and I will be your number one contender.
[ Leandro shurgs as if he doesn't actually care.]
The Grudge: Take heed champ because the false lilying I did in MWF has disappeared and now I'm out for vengeance for what you did to me when you took my xtreme championship in MwF but more importantly I'm out to take your god damn title away.
[ Leandro offers him out but The Grudge ignores it.]
The Grudge: Oh no, it's not as simple as that Leandro. I'm not going to come down to that ring yet. I want it to be me and you one and one inside the ring but not tonight, not even next week... Soon I will set a date as I have Anderson and that bastard Johnson at my feet and when the time comes...
[ He lowers the microphone and takes a deep pause. He then raises it.]
The Grudge: I'll take you out, take your title and then leave your little bitch to clean up the mess.
[ He points to Jimmy Pez as the two of the men become very flustered and angry.]
The Grudge: For now goodnight, but not for long. You'll be hearing from me alot more over the next few weeks you fool... Keep your eyes open because who knows where the ringleader of the shadows will be...
[ He drops the microphone and his music hits once again as the two men in the ring get angry and he starts to walk out. ]
The Grudge: One last thing there Champ. Never turn your back on a guy that puts up as much a fight as Miller did this week.
[ Karack!!! Pez goes down via a chair shot and begins twitching on the mat. Another shot takes Leandro to his knees, before a crotch kick by Miller who tosses the chair to the mat, and exits the ring, notably upset about his loss this week. The camera pans back, ending with Leandro's pulsating bloody face as the show goes to it's last commercial break. ]
