-][-Clash-][- That last thing wasn�t an announcement Taylor. That was a foolish mistake on Scotty�s part. Does he really want to get rid of talent like Jack Harley? He is a fool!

-][-Black-][-Scotty is putting his foot down when he needs to. The guy is keeping control of his company. What�s so wrong with that?

-][-Clash-][- He isn�t keeping control Taylor. He is just being biased. He is trying to keep good talent down.

-][-Black-][- Oh come off it.

-][-Black-][- Can you believe the action that's already gone out here tonight, Paul?

-][-Clash-][- With all the goings on here lately, I don't think I'd be surprised about anything.

[Will you bite the hand that feeds? Will you chew until it bleeds? Will you bite the hand that feeds you? Will you bite the hand that feeds you? Will you bite the hand that feeds you?]

-][-Black-][- What the hell?

-][-Clash-][- Well, I stand corrected, it looks like...

[The fans all pop, until the newly appointed "Assistant" assistant manager, "BIG" Ed Johnson comes out, arms outstretched to the fans, that boo him relentlessly. Looking all smug, he walks over to the announcers booth, while Black and Clash make room for him.]

-][-Black-][- Well, looks like we're being joined at the booth by Ed Johnson. Ed�

-][-Johnson-][-Thank you, thank you, and thank you, Taylor.

[Putting on his headset.]

-][-Clash-][- So, Johnson, shouldn't you be parking cars, or restocking the towels, or scrubbing the shower stalls or something?

-][-Johnson-][-Taylor, you look lovely tonight, as always my dear, and Paul, I am on "official" N.L.R. business. See, Scotty Heart felt a little something was "lacking" at the announce booth, so I graciously volunteered my services to see if I could help. So sit there and call this match, and hopefully for you, you'll still have a job next week, ok? Now let's get this show on the road, we got a match to call.

-][-Clash-][- Well ok then...

[�Our Lady Peace� by Carnival begins to sound out through newly purchased speakers, as Samuel Livingston walks out being booed by the arenas gathering. One over-excited fan is at the rampway guard-rail holding up a sign that reads "Releasing is Unleashing The Mexican Convict", and Livingston walks over, grabs the sign, tears it in half, and pretends to wipe with it, before tossing both halves back into the crowd. He laughs, and plastic beer cups come showering upon him from the crowd. He rolls into the ring and heads to one corner, moments away from quite possibly the biggest match of his career. ]

-][-Jackie Frazier-][- Introducing first, weighing in at 201 lbs... Hailing from London, England... Samuel Livingston!!!

-][-Black-][- Livingston is clearly the underdog in tonight�s match, as he faces what appears to be the two biggest men in the N.L.R.

-][-Clash-][- Clearly an epic of David Vs. Goliath Vs. Goliath, don't you think Johnson?

-][-Johnson-][-Nope�

-][-Clash-][- Well why not?

-][-Johnson-][-The tale involved David beating Goliath, and...

-][-Clash-][- And what?

-][-Johnson-][-Well, I just don't think that Livingston, has the "stones"..

-][-Black-][- Groan.

[The lights dim slightly, and within seconds the bright opening of "Cancion Del Mariachi" invades the speakers of the small, over-packed arena. The Florida fans rise out of their seats and cheer loudly as the camera almost glides, scanning up the rampway, catching the small Jimmy Pez making his way out. He stops and turns around to the curtain, holding his hands high and applauding as his "Beast" towers onto the stage� The fans get louder at the sight of El Mexicano Condena, walking powering down towards the ring. Jimmy Pez closely follows behind, smiling out to the sea of fans cheering for his client. Leandro steps over the top rope, and finds himself over at the far corner, crouching down near one of the famed "4 towers", completely ignoring Livingston, and staring at the entrance way with a savage glare in his bloodshot eyes.]

-][-Black-][- Leandro is all man you guys. I think it's awesome that he's back.

-][-Clash-][- And our own crack commentator "BIG" Ed Johnson had a chance meeting with him earlier this week, and

-][-Johnson-][-It was a MISTAKE. Jeez Clash, how many times have I got to apologise for the error, I call the guy, and my tires get slashed. I send the guy a letter, and now my pommeranian is missing. I'd meet him face to face, but lord only knows what he'd do with my dear mother, she's in a nursing home for petes' sake.

-][-Jackie Frazier-][- His opponent, weighing in at 418lbs ... From Tijuana, Mexico ... He is the El Mexicano Condena, being accompanied to the ring by Jimmy Pez, Leandro!!!

[And then Weird Al Yankovics "Eat It" begins to play, the fans erupt into a chorus of "Holy Shit" as Eric "Fatty" Kessler walks out accompanied by his manager "Jessica Alba" fresh off her successful run in the movie Sin City. As the man/mountain lumbers to the arena, it appears that Jessica is the one getting most of the attention from the crowd. The cameras pans back to the broadcast booth as Johnson and Clash are staring like wolves, jaws on the booth, and Taylor Black not noticing...]

-][-Black-][- Oh my god!! I knew Heart was pouring through the money here lately, but HER? [She turns to see her companions and gets this disgusted look on her face, and shakes her head with disgust...]

-][-Black-][- Men...

-][-Jackie Frazier-][-The final opponent, weighing in at 810 lbs. and standing at a height of a colossal 8' 11��, making his N.L.R. debut, he is Eric Kessler!!

[In a move that is completely suprising, Livingston goes right after Kessler as he comes over the top rope, as the bell rings. He begins a series of overhand punches and chops. He hits a chop into the chest of Kessler keeping him straddled over that top rope, but no other effect seems to be taking place. The massive Kessler grabs Kessler with a big, meaty hand, and shoves Livingston down to the mat. Leandro hasn't left the corner, and is just watching the two men rather intently, as Kessler finally makes it fully into the ring. Livingston, back on his feet, goes flying back in, at the behemoth who laughs, and tosses Livingston into the ropes, as he comes flying back, he hits Kessler with a dropkick, that doesn't even budge the fat bastard. Kessler grabs Livingston as he rises, and tosses him through the ropes, and to the floor below, where Jessica kicks him in the gut, and blows a kiss to the crowd. Kessler turns around and meets Leandro mid-ring, and a nose to nose stare-off ensues.]

-][-Black-][- Kessler had the weight advantage here, and he's staring down the "second" biggest man in the N.L.R. Paul.

-][-Clash-][- Yeah, but look at the look on Leandros' face, Taylor. He looks like he's ready for some sort of homicidal rage, tonight.

-][-Johnson-][-Mom, if you're watching this tonight, be sure your door stays locked, an' I'll check on you in the morning.

[And Kessler butts his head right up against that of Leandro and the two are pushing heads like a couple of big horn rams. Kessler smiles, but Leandro doesn't change his expression. Then out of the blue, Leandro pulls back and fires off an elbow, then another, and a third. He grabs Kesslers arm, and tries to Irish whip him, but the mountainous man won't budge. He jerks again, and nothing. Then Kessler pulls back and whips Leandro into the ropes. El Mexicano Condena flies off those ropes, and comes back hard with a clothesline that barely rocks the big man. Leandro runs cross ring, and lands a second, and Kessler takes a step back. ]

-][-Clash-][- Wow!! Leandro starting to rock the big man!!

-][-Johnson-][-In my opinion, pound for pound, Leandro is the cream of the crop, and being the second biggest man here, that speaks volumes. I predict that He'll be National Champion in no time, and...

-][-Clash-][- You sure you're just not kissing up?

-][-Black-][- I guess I can always just call the match myself while you guys continue to compare your �egos�.

[A third rocking clothesline and the big man stumbles back into the corner, dazed. Leandro mounts the second ropes, straddling him, and begins delivering some elbows, but is hit from behind by a returning Livingston. The reaction is enough to stun Leandro, and Kessler shoves him to the mat. He stumbles out of the corner in a hurry, causing the ring to shake. He grabs Livingston by the arm and drags him into a thunderous clothesline then walks over to Leandro, stomping him in the guts for good measure. At ringside, Jessica applauds him. Kessler turns around, and picks up Livingston, and delivers a closed fist that sends him back to the mat, hard. However, he's met by the big Mexican Convict, and a shoulder block that sends him backward into the ropes, and it ties his arms, effectively pinning him into the side of the ring. As the referee runs over, and Jessica Alba hops up onto the apron to help untie the giant, and show us a panty shot in the process, Leandro walks over to Livingston, hoists him up, and delivers a military press. Livingston rolls out of the ring in pain, and Leandro runs back over to Kessler. Jessica hops back off the apron, but Leandro pretty much ignores her and hoists the legs of Kessler up, like he's wanting to flip him out of the ring, but at 800 lbs., even the mighty Leandro struggles. It prompts the ropes to separate, and Eric is free, he shoves Leandro with his boot, and stands, stretching both arms, to regain the blood flow. Leandro charges in, yet falls down to a big boot, and "Fatty" attempts an elbow drop, the big Mexican rolls out of the way. Kessler rises, and attempts a second elbow drop, but Leandro rolls away once again. ]

-][-Black-][- That's what we call the cat and mouse. Leandro is just leading him on.

[Livingston, back in the ring, charges and jumps up on the back of Kessler, holding on with one arm, and sends three quick elbows to the side of "Fattys" face, then throws his right fist into the middle of Eric�s' skull causing the big man to stumble backwards crashing Samuel in between Kessler and the turnbuckles. ]

-][-Johnson-][-Well, that took about 6 months off his career there.

-][-Clash-][- That's about the smartest thing you've said all night.

[Leandro back to his feet and he charges towards the corner and hits a big clothesline onto Kessler and in effect, Livingston. Leandro throws a big right to the stomach, and then punches him again, but Kessler holds on to his footing with the help of the corner buckles, and will not go down.]

-][-Black-][- This match is picking up quickly; it should only be a matter of minutes until we see a winner.

[Livingston is still sandwiched between fatty and the buckles, and he's flailing to get out. Kessler comes out of the corner, and whips Leandro into the opposite corner. He follows in with a thunderous avalanche, but hits nothing but buckle, knocking the wind out of him as the Mexican moves out of the way. Kessler stumbles back, and Leandro grabs him by the arm, and shoots him back into the corner where Livingston is trying to stand. He's crumpled underneath the massive girth of Kessler, as it appears on camera that Livingston�s head is almost engulfed by the massive ass of Eric Kessler. "Fatty" stumbles back out of the corner into a waiting Leandro, who uses the propelled movement to lift him up...]

-][-Johnson-][-OH MY GOD!!!

-][-Black-][- Leandro just hoisted Kessler into the air, and slammed him to the mat with a powerslam!

-][-Clash-][- It was because of the forward momentum, but he did it nonetheless!

-][-Johnson-][-But it looks like it took a hell of alot out of him, he may have injured his back!

[He does look like it may have taken some out of him, but Kessler is on his back, and Leandro drops on top of him going for the pin: 1�2�. 3!]

-][-Johnson-][-What an intelligent man! Leandro saw the opening, saw that he had the big man down and took advantage of it! Genius, pure genius!

-][-Jackie Frazier-][-The winner of the match, El Mexicano Condena, he is... Leandro!!!

-][-Clash-][- What a great effort by Leandro Jimmy Pez is ecstatic!

-][-Black-][- But guys look, there appears to be something wrong with Livingston!!!

[And there is, as EMTs rush down to the ring, and they put him on a rollaway stretcher.]

-][-Black-][- We've got to go to an interval, but we'll update you upon our return.

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