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( The first gladiatorial games were offered in Rome in 264 BCE by sons of Junius Brutus Pera in their father's honor after he had died. Gladiatorial combat became a very popular form of public spectacle very quickly in Rome. Those who offered games began to compete in terms of the numbers of matches offered. Whereas the sons of Brutus Pera offered three matches, a century later, Titus Flamininus offered 74 pairs in games in honor of his father that lasted over three days. Julius Caesar promised 320 matches in funeral games for his daughter, Julia, but the Senate passed legislation limiting the amount of money that could be spent on gladiatorial games to stop him. Thus, during the Republic, gladiatorial combat was associated in Rome with death and elite competition. Such displays provided members of the elite with a vehicle by which to advertise the newest generation in a family which sought to rule Romans.
What gladiators did (indeed what they were trained to do) was kill and die well. These were tasks of extraordinary urgency for Romans. On the one hand, Romans faced daunting mortality rates. They did not have the opportunity to "grow into their deaths" as a matter of course. A Roman at the age of 20 knew he would probably die before he was 30, and he wanted to meet death with honor and dignity. He could observe gladiators do it in the arena. Conversely, as members of a relentlessly militaristic culture, Romans valued the art of killing in a way we simply don't understand. Roman soldiers, moreover, enjoyed a much greater autonomy in their line of battle than Greeks did. In fact, the success of the Roman battle line often depended on the courage of individual soldiers in hand to hand combat. Thus the ability of an ordinary citizen to kill single handedly was a skill that the entire empire depended on to survive.
Gladiatorial games proved immediately and immensely popular within the Roman empire. There are reports, for example, of people in towns where prominent citizens died virtually extorting promises of gladiatorial games from the survivors. Eventually, the emperors had to regulate how much could be spent on gladiatorial performances to prevent members of the elite from bankrupting themselves. As Rome expanded, so did the performance of the games. We have evidence of gladiatorial performances in virtually every part of the Roman empire. The games themselves became a vehicle of the empire. On the one hand, Roman soldiers liked to observe gladidatorial matches. Thus, lanistae (owner/managers of gladiatorial troops) would follow the troops to new quarters and offer matches for entertainment. This could be a highly profitable enterprise and it was not unusual for members of the elite to invest in gladiatorial troupes. Cicero's friend, Atticus, made back his investment in a troupe after two performances. The games themselves provided ways for Rome to demonstrate the power of their empire. The sheer cost of the producing games was stunning. Contests involving animals from distant provinces demonstrated in a material way how far Rome's dominance reached. Inhabitants of towns in lands conquered by the Romans built amphitheaters and sponsored competitions as a way of demonstrating their status. Historians traditionally had a great deal of difficulty accepting that the Greeks, for example, enthusiastically embraced the games, but, in fact, the Greeks loved gladiators. The Greeks were not alone. Mosaics and wall paintings from North Africa and other parts of the empire routinely use depictions of gladiatorial combat for their themes.
There are a number of reasons why gladiatorial combat proved so enthralling for Romans. The arena was a liminal site where fundamental human conflicts were symbolically fought. The gladiator as outlaw confronted the forces of civilization and law. Contestants who specialized in the fighting of animals fought in the guise of bears, leopards and lions - wild and, to folks living then, daunting forces of nature.
Finally, at issue in every gladiatorial contest, was the most basic question of ultimate victory, and ultimate defeat.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we give you...
Gladiator.... )
[ The last PPV, “Once upon a time... In Mexico”, was a smashing success... The bar had been set, and this Pay-Per-View, Gladiator had to top it... It starts in the home of EVERY future NLR show, the Grand Garden Arena, home in the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, Nevada... The arena houses seventeen-thousand, one-hundred, fifty-seven... The arena was patterned after New York's Madison Square Garden. The sight lines are good and the sound is just dandy. Home of the Billboard Music Awards, the groups booked here vary greatly, and it houses a number of sporting events, including championship boxing, ultimate fighting, and rodeos...
And now the NLR... The show begins after the package in a darkened arena... The lights come on near the ramp way, showing us that the arena too, has witnessed the package on the tron... Then action begins to stir upon the entrance ramp... The crowd, silent, now erupts into a frenzy as they can hear the thundering... A video on the tron behind flashing the word Gladiator, as two men, dressed in Roman garb come out and begin to walk to the sides of the entrance ramp... They’re followed by two more, then two more... Over the music, playing something choreographed, and “epic” sounding, The flashing arena tron has the crowd shouting over and over again each time the name flashes, and by the time it dies down, there is roughly a hundred men on the entrance ramp, down the way, and around the NLR 4-Towers ring, all dressed in Roman style uniforms... The crowd is at a fever pitch and then big pyros that have been set strategicly throughout the arena begin sounding off, Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!! Almost like cannon shots.... The fans, NLR fans, absolutely going nuts, are eating the production up... The arena does dark, then the “Gladiators” are spotlighted, and the music cuts off...
Gladiators: For those of us, about to die, We salute you!!!
[ BOOM!!!! The lights come back on, camera panning around to the rabid fans all screaming and making faces at the camera as the Gladiators line up in formation and march in step, out of the arena, save for two... They post themselves as guard at the arena ramp-way entrance, and the cameras take us to our heros in the booth, John Pilkington, and Tim Sullivan.. JP is dressed in a white robe, with a leafed headband, while Sully has taken a different route, with a barbarian-ish styled outfit... ]
JP: Good evening fans, Happy Halloween, and Welcome To Gladiator!!! The NLR has finally come home to Las Vegas, and things around here will NEVER be the same... Every match is of Main Event Quality, and our Gladiators are set to fight, bleed, battle, and die for you, the NLR fans! And with all that, we tie up a few “loose ends” around here, as we move into a New Vision, in Sports Entertainment...
Sully: Sports Entertainment Inc. to be more exact, we’ve been bought out again!! I swear the NLR has been Bought and Sold more times than Leandros’ daughter in Mexico...
JP: Sully!!!
Sully: But tonight, the nagging dramas of the NLR come “full circle”, as we answer the nagging questions and rumors and finally, we should have some questions answered...
JP: We’re starting it off right, with a Kendo-Stick Battle Royale!!! A Gladiator-Style event if I’ve ever seen it!!! Two men are starting in the ring, and every one minute, another is released, until there is one last man standing in that ring, and he will be the Number One Contender for the eXcess Title!!!
Sully: But before the match begins, we have news that somethings happening in the back!!!
[We cut to the parking area where prophecy is seen sitting around on his old piece of shit firebird. Jason Collins steps in front of the camera, and begins talking . . .as interviewers tend to do.]
Jason: “I’m here in the Parking lot with a . . .kinda . . Sorts . . .maybe . . .star here in the NLR . . .Prophecy. Now Mr. Pro . . .”
Prophecy: “Just prophecy . . .no Mr.”
Jason: “Alright . . Prophecy, Why aren’t you in the arena?”
Prophecy: “It’s simple . . . I don’t care to have a dressing room. Hell I wrestle in what I have on, and after tonight I don’t plan on still being around here after my match is over. If the people in the Battle Royal actually fight half as good as they talk then I plan on being in a nice cozy hospital room by . . .oh say . . .Ten Thirty . . .eleven o’clock . . .somewhere around there.”
Jason: “So you think you stand a very good chance?”
Prophecy: “ . . . .You have ears and yet . . . You’re dumb as a post. Does it sound like I think I have a good chance? HELL NO! I’m going to lose . . .big time. I’m going to take several people down with me, but I don’t stand a chance.”
Jason: “You’re going in there thinking you’ll lose?”
Prophecy: “Yup.”
[Prophecy stands up from the hood of his car, and starts walking towards the back entrance to the arena. Jason stops him.]
Jason: “I don’t get you. You come in here a few weeks ago . . .cut a promo in your boxers, and act like none of this matters to you at all? What kind of wrestler are you?”
[Prophecy’s face twists into his trademark sadistic grin as he stares down at Jason.]
Prophecy: “The kind that doesn’t give a shit about life. You’ve had to have interviewed Gein at least once or at least paid attention to one of em. Same general idea . . without the flesh eating. All that matters to me is causing pain to others. Yeah I’m a moron outside of the ring . . I’m just a big fucking joke HA FUCKING HA! Laugh all you want at me . . I could care less . . .When I get in the ring it’s an entirely different story. All that matters to me is that I hurt someone . . .And if I hurt myself in the process . . . .HEY hahaha that’s a bonus. Now if you’ll excuse me Hahaha . . .I’m going to go do my job!”
[Prophecy slowly walks away from Jason as we cut back to another segment... 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.
We cut to the backstage area where the interviewer, Collins, is shown waiting on someone.... A second long stretch limosuine pulls up and the camera pans in on the door. First a leg steps out... Then the whole body. The camera pans up the length of the man's body revealing it to be Claudio Turbine. He smirks widely removing his dark sunglasses from his face. Collins walks over.]
Collins: Claudio! Claudio! ...please don't hurt me.
[Claudio smirks and pats Collins on the chest.]
Claudio Turbine: Not this week Collins. Tonight is the beginning of a new Era in the NLR. I'm going to become the Legacy Champion, and hell, you can talk to me all you want.
Collins: One question... who were you talking to last week about coming here?
Claudio Turbine: Secret Collins. We all have to have our secrets and this one is mine. You'll know when everyone else does. Besides...that's not important right now. What's important is the Turbine Day Parade. Which will happen at ten o'clock tomorrow morning once I'm crowned the new Legacy Champion, and trust me... I will become the new Legacy Champion even if it kills...Leonardo.
Collins: Speaking of that. Are you scared to call him Leandro?
Claudio Turbine: Ha. He doesn't deserve to be called by his real name, besides Leonardo is a great name. It's better then... That name you guys call him. He should be honored. Now, if you'll excuse me I have some phone calls to make.
[Claudio Turbine walks into the arena... Collins looks into the camera.]
Collins: You heard it hear folks. Turbine Day Parade if Claudio can pick up the “ W “ here tonight. Back to you guys at ringside.
[ And here we go...]
Jackie Frazier: The following contest is the Kendo Stick Battle Royale for the Number One Contendership for the NLR eXcess title!!! A number of men have all drawn a number, and will enter the ring in THAT order... The man to draw Number One, please welcome, to the ring, at this time...
[ The lights go off and "Fixation On The Darkness", by Killswitch begins to play.... The lights turn back on and green spotlights begin strolling around the arena. Chaos walks out from behind the curtain to a deafening applause. After pounding on his chest a couple of times and raising his arm with the Kendo Stick in the air in acknowledgement of his fans, he drops his pose and heads down the ramp. Once at ringside, he scales the stairs and strides along the ring apron. After climbing to the second rope, he raises his arms into the air... He poses for the crowd for a few, brief seconds before climbing off the corner and stepping through the ropes into the ring...
The lights are killed again and "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen blasts through the pitch black arena... A lone spotlight shines on the stage and LSD walks out with his long black hair practicly covering his face... He stops half way towards the ring and swings his head back making his ugly expression visible, he grins at the crowd as they erupt in a chorus of boos. He enters the ring and points to Chaos with his stick causing the ring side area to errupt in a "Get It On" chant. As the chants subside, the arena goes back to its normal lighting and both men are, looking hell-bent on giving it a run...
The bell is rung, the timer in the corner begins, :00 the countdown starts, and Gladiator is set to begin!
Chaos charges LSD, looking to connect with a powerfull stick shot, but LSD side-steps the shot, and then when Chaos turns around, LSD rocks him with a shot directly in the forehead... Chaos goes down... From there, LSD drops down, quickly delivers some sick blows to the side of Chaos' head before picking him up, and trying to Irish Whip him to the ropes.... Chaos however, shows his strength advantage by reversing the Irish Whip, sending LSD running off to the ropes instead. When he rebounds, he slams into a gore-style maneuver, and his stick goes fying to the floor... Chaos stans up, wiping the blood from his face, and the fans cheer him. LSD is starting to get to his feet, and Chaos runs to the ropes again and when he rebounds, he tries to nail a Big Boot, but LSD is able to duck under, and keep running. He rebounds off the opposing ropes and then floors the big man with a flying side-kick to the head... Trying to keep his opponent grounded, LSD mounts Chaos and begins to pepper his face with blows from his own stick... The shots have little effect, and Chaos is able to shove LSD off of him. Both men get to their feet at roughly the same time but LSD floors Chaos with a 'KARACK' to the neck by the stick. From there, he roughly pulls Chaos to his feet and then he wraps the stick around Chaos' throat, just before he destroys Chaos with a wrapped neck-breaker...
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"All my Hate" by Korn blasts across the PA as the lights fade to purple. Moments later, Hate steps out onto the stage, drawing a steady round of applause. His face paint is glowing under the light using UV Body Paint. He, lets out a war cry and then he rushes to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope... After sliding under the bottom rope, Hate is to his feet and like a flash and he catches the unsuspecting LSD offguard with a welting shot to the back... LSD quickly turns around, but is hit from behind by Chaos, slamming up between his legs with with a Chaos-sized Forearm... Hate tries to weaken LSD with Forarm Shots but Chaos blocks one of the shots and then sends Hate falling to the ground with a Headbutt, then taking away his stick... Chaos pulls Hate up and then delivers another Headbutt which falls Hate like a tree in the woods... Chaos, simply pulls Hate to his feet once more, and looks to deliver a devastating Knife-Edged Chop but the speedy LSD rushes under and runs to the ropes, sling-shoting himself off of the second rope looking to take down Chaos with a Springboard Cross-Body Block... Chaos merely catches him in mid-air. With thoughts of eliminating LSD, Chaos starts walking to the ropes that are the closest by him only to see Hate fly off the nearby ladder taking Chaos off of his feet with a Clothesline. Both LSD and Hate get to thier feet at the same time, but instead of fighting each other, they help each other and double team Chaos. They both start hammering away at thier fallen adversary with the Kendo sticks, as he tries to cover and protect himself from the blows, but they can only get in a few good shots before the clock reaches zero.
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The lights of the arena dim, and "Don't You Wish You Were Me" by Fozzy blasts over the arena's sound system, within seconds; James Anderson appears on stage... A spot-light shines only on him, as he starts to make his way to the ring, before he slowly climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes and into the ring to unleash Kendo-Stick hell! Hate is the first to greet Anderson as he launches himself into the man, but is in turn, blindsided by an LSD-Stick attack. The blindside attack causes Hate to fall into the corner so now Anderson and LSD feverishly pound on The Gladiator with repeating boots, while across the ring, Chaos remains in shock. The awe-factor soon wears off however, and Hate is able to stop momentum against him by beheading LSD with a Short-Arm Clothesline. Just as he floors his adversary, Chaos comes from behind, and hoists his adversary into the air and then slams him hard onto the canvas with a Military Press Slam. Chaos pulls LSD to his feet to pound on him some more at the same time James Anderson grabs ahold of Hate to do the same. Chaos looks to plant LSD with a Bodyslam but the agile LSD uses the momentum behind the move to land on his feet. From there, he runs to the corner, scales the ladder, and then leaps, looking to nail a Corkscrew Moonsault. The mighty Chaos catches his airborne adversary in mid-flight and then before he loses his grip, destroys LSD with a Snap Powerbomb. Chaos drags a groggy LSD to his feet for the final time, and then hoists him over his head... Chaos actually presses LSD a good three times before finally holding him up as high as he can, so he can send LSD over the top rope to the floor... LSD is eliminated and just in time because it's time for entrant number five.
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"Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns N’ Roses starts and the crowd goes absolutely bananas! They strain their necks to get their first view of the "fastest man in the NLR" Unfortunatley, no one comes out into view. His absence upsets the crowd but it seemingly infuriates James Anderson... He stands staring at the entrance way, wondering where Panther is... Little does he know, but Panther has entered the ring from behind, and he drops his stick, and charges, squishing Anderson between his frame and the corner ladder with a Running Corner Splash. Panther keeps Anderson trapped in the corner and proceeds to perform several chops, inciting several "Whoos' " in unison with the chops in the corner... Meanwhile, Chaos is in a bad way at the hands of Hate... He takes down Chaos with a Spinning Back Elbow and now he Whacks away at the back of the head of Chaos with some severe axe-like swings... Chaos tries to stand, then gets to his feet but before he can mount any offense, Panther knocks both men off balance as he barrels through to the ropes after his Irish Whip attempt on Hate was reversed. When he rebounds, Hate plants his feet and then reches in to scoop up Panther, but Panther runs up his leg, his chest, and delivers a quick side kick to the head!!! Hate staggers backward a few steps, as the crowd feverishly chants "HO-LY-SHIT... HO-LY-SHIT..." Anderson swings a stick to the back of Panther, then begins climbing the ladder closest to him... In the time it takes for Anderson to climb to the top rope, Chaos manages to ground Hate with a Piledriver. After balancing himself on the ladder, Anderson leaps back, and looks to crush Panther, but Panther rolls out of the way at the last second and James Anderson becomes very familiar with the NLR canvas... Across the ring, Hate has gotten to his vertical base with the aid of the ropes and Chaos stands on his own will. With everything he has, Hate grabs a stick and KA-RACK, and Chaos goes over the top rope backwards to the floor, eliminating Chaos... Unfortunatley for him though, the Panther comes flying in with a dropkick, and sends momentum sends Hate over the top rope to the floor too, eliminating Hate from competition. Now Hate and Chaos continue thier fight outside the ring, and Anderson and Panther continue thier battle inside the ring until the arena lights dim as
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The hearts filthy lesion(remix)by David Bowie blasts through the sound system with fireworks exploding around the entryway comes Tempest, making his way down to the ring... After sidestepping the ringside brawl where Chaos is choking Hate with a Camera Cord, Tempest slides into the ring and jumps to his feet ready to shine... Anderson takes Panther down with a Side-Walk Slam and when he gets to his feet, Tempest swings low with his stick taking Anderson off his feet... To keep him grounded, Panther quickly runs to the ropes, jumps onto the second rope and leaps off, landing across the chest of Anderson with a Springboard Moonsault. The crowd is steady with thier favorite "TEMP-EST... TEMP-EST..." chant, feeding him with raw energy. He decides to throw caution to the wind and perform for his fans, so he climbs the corner ladder and when he reaches the top, he launches himself into the air and goes for an elbow drop... Anderson sits right up just in time though and Tempest lands on the the bare canvas. Anderson gets to his feet and pulls Tempest to his. He then wraps one of the errant sticks around the throat of Tempest, looking to slow him down with... Tempest foils his plans however by catching Anderson off guard, and flips him... Anderson lands on his feet, letting go of his hold, and begins to stagger forward a few steps right just long enough for Panther to move in and dole out some quick chops! The crowd goes nuts at the sight of Panther in charge, but the clock has reached zero once more, and the next competitor is set to enter...
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The lights go out. It's all black in the arena and then you hear “Why don’t you ask me what it feels like to be a Freak!” Echoing through the arena as “Demon Speeding” by Rob Zombie begins to blare through the speakers. Prophecy appears in the entranceway with his head bowed, and his arms held out to his sides. He slowly raises his head, and give the crowd a sadistic grin as he starts to walk down the aisle. He lowers his arms, and breaks into a run. Prophecy slides under the bottom rope, and hops to his feet. He cracks Tempest in the back of the head with a shot heard throughout the arena...
Andersons confidence fades as he realizes that Prophecy and Panther are staring him down... Prophecy looks at Panther, who looks at Prophecy, then back... Anderson asks which guy would like to be first, It looks as if Prophecy is about to take the challenge, but Panther attacks him from behind as he slams his Forearm across the back of Andersons' head. Tempest is about to get to his feet, but Prophecy leaps up and takes him down with a Hurracanrana. Panther charges the dazed Anderson but Anderson floors him with a Bulldog Lariat.... He quickly mounts his masked nemesis, and peppers his face with a flurry of punches while Prophecy pulls a groggy Tempest to his feet, only to toss him across the ring... He starts to head over to where he threw Tempest, but instead, Anderson grabs him, and whips Prophecy into the corner ladder... He then returns his attention to Panther, delivering another devastating stick blow to the speedster. He drops to his knees, and begins to deliver a flurry of fist to head meetings... The shots have effect, but then Panther gets to his feet and starts feeding shots to Anderson as well. Anderson starts to feel the shots, but then Tempest gets to his feet and starts deliver shots to both men as well... But then Prophecy is back, stick swinin', and Tempest goes down... Panther suddenly runs to the ropes and when he rebounds, he Clothesline's Prophecy, causing him to stagger closer to the ropes. Tempest rises and follows suit, only when he rebounds off the ropes, he slams into Prophecy with a Shoulder Tackle. Prophecy is teetering, there is no way to save himself, but as he falls over the ropes, he holds on, and it causes Tempest to fall over the top rope to the floor, bringing the fans into an uproar....
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An evil, menacing voice laughs maniacally over the PA system, as "Master of Puppets" begins to play. The arena goes black, except for a strange red fog covering the ring and entry way. Just as the drums kick in fully in the tune, Bloodstayne walks out onto the stage with his pinkish red fur coat on, that hangs down to his boots. His eyes, circled with darkness, are opened wide, freaking out some of the nearby fans. There is a mixed reaction as he sticks out his tongue, taunting, and begins to walk down the ramp crouching in a sort of 'ready' position, as if he were ready for anything. He hops up on to the apron, and jumps over the ropes. He flares his nostrils with an evil motion as he scans the crowd with one really freaky looking blue eye, picking his spot and when he's made his choice, he charges Panther, only to have Prophecy stop his advance... The shot sends Bloodstayne reeling and Anderson catches him off guard with a well swung stick blow, sending Bloodstayne falling into the corner. Anderson moves in, and stomps on Bloodstayne and while he does, Prophecy and panther talk in the opposite corner... Anderson pulls Bloodstayne to his feet, and Irish Whip's Bloodstayne to the corner but Panther has leapt up to the ladder and then lunges back at Bloodstayne, taking him down with a Springboard Cross-Body Block. Following him, Prophecy takes to the ladder, looking to keep Bloodstayne grounded, but Anderson stops him by coming across his mid-section with the stick, right in mid-air. Panther gets cracked and Anderson grabs him by the back of the head, and sends him from the ring... Panther hold on to the rope, but Anderson smashes one hand with the stick, then goes for the other, but Panther gets out of the way, and the stick bounces back, hitting Anderson in the head... He looks dazed, and Bloodstayne comes up from behind, and hoists him over and to the floor... Panther is laughing and Anderson walks over and pulls him to the floor, eliminating him as well.... Both get to thier feet and then stare at each other, both remembering their past. They don't take long to recollect however as they begin trading blows up the isleway... In the ring, Bloodstayne gets Prophecy in a Headlock but Prophecy shoves the big man to the ropes. He rebounds and then leaps over Stayne, who rebounds again, this time, Prophecy follows up by planting Stayne with a Double-Arm DDT, but the first notes of the entrance music for the now entering ninth competitor causes him to stop in his tracks...
An opening guitar chord is heard. It's soon recognized as "I Won't Back Down" by Tom Petty, and the fans immediately jump to their feet in a frenzy. Every fan is wild as Taurus steps out from the back to, if possible, more cheers. He makes his way to the ring, cracking his neck and fixing his elbow pads. A few of the fans in the entrance way reach their hands out to Taurus who gladly gives them five. When he reaches the ring he pulls himself up onto the ring apron and stands there, looking out to the fans. His expression is blank, but intense, soaking in the cheers of the fans, as he steps in through the ropes, ready to let loose, in the "zone" He enters the ring, and Prophecy charges, only to be booted in the gut and then to be taken down with a Vertical Suplex. Bloodstayne makes the next move as he tries to take down Manson with a Kendo shot. Manson simply plants him with an Atomic Facebutser. He gets
back to his feet, he takes a huge step back and before Manson can recover from his move, Prophecy takes him out with a stick shot that sprays the front row with blood... The fans go nuts, and Bloodstayne gets up once more, and Prophecy moves in. He starts to deliver some impressive blows to the side of Bloostaynes head, but when he goes for the final blow, Bloodstayne applies a Bear Hug to Prophecy. Bloodstayne violently thrashes Prophecy around like a ragdoll before releasing him and letting him fall to the mat. As he stands lone and proud, he combs the bodies to find a stick... He moves over to Manson and without a second thought, destroys a stick... He walks over to the ropes and then tosses Manson to the floor like a javelin, eliminating him. When he starts to turn back to the action, another competitor in the melee is set to enter!
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It's Spawn!!! But he's not alone, The camera splits to show that at the entrance way thetre is a commotion and Gein hits him from behind, then rolls him down the rampway... Not to be undone in the other screen, just near the entrance way, several guys toss their numbers, and begin fighting out to the arena... All hell breaks loose at the rampway... Gein has come out, and bashes , and tosses him towards the ring... Pouring out behind him, come Naz, Jason Payne, Scorpion, Yoshima Yawakuzi, GMS, Jason Storm, XVR and The Weapon, all firing at each other with the sticks, and all headed to the ring....
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The blip camera timer fast forwards to relevate the change in order, and you can almost hear the camera crew yelling "Jesus Christ"!! as the next 9 men all pour out to the ring... The fans take note that XVR and the Weapon are not the same two guys that left, they're bigger, and the costumes don't fit quite right... They all pour to ringside, as in the ring, Prophecy manages to avoid an Irish Whip, by grabbing the top rope, and as Bloodstayne lunges forward, Prophecy flips him up and over to the floor below...
The other side of the ring, GMS walking past the area where The Weapon destroys Jason Payne with a Spinebuster after catching him in mid-air... The Bengali Tiger makes his way over to where Gein and Spawn are going at it. Yoshima swings a stick, and it comes across the mid-section of XVR with a but before he can follow up, the XVR clone shoves him aside and plants GMS with a Classic Snap DDT.... He mounts GMS and begins to slams his fist into the man's forehead but Yoshima springs off of the ropes and slams into the face of XVR with a Dropkick. Across the ring, Payne has been tossed out of the ring like a missle, thanks to Spawn and Prophecy, and they're working on Scorpion now, and he is forced out as well.... The Weapon pulls Naz to his feet and takes a swing at him, but Naz blocks, doubles him over with a Toe Kick and then takes The Weapon down with a Reverse Neckbreaker... He pulls himself to his feet, but then KA-RACK!! WHACK!! KRACK!! WHACK!! Yoshima sends him flying from the ring with several well placed kendo shots... GMS comes flying across the ring, he hits the ropes, upon his return, Gein is there to toss him over the top, but Stinger lands on the apron, that is until Spawn hits him with a sickening Kendo THAK!!! Sending him to the floor below....
We're down to Spawn, Gein, Prophecy, Yoshima, XVR, and Naz now.... The crowd is heavily cheering as all stand apart, clutching sticks, and ready to move in... The cheers turn to jeers when the XVR wannabe comes in first, and lays out Naz, but Prophecy tells the others to hold on a minute. He points out that Naz is laid out and that this is the perfect set-up... Sold... XVR climbs up to mid ladder, and then slowly stands straight up, turning around. He calls out to the crowd to rally them behind him and he turns his attention back to the match just in time to watch as Prophecy shoves him off, to the floor. XVR is eliminated...
His smile quickly disappears when Spawn slams him into the corner ladder with a Stinger Splash. From there, Spawn quickly springs into the air once more and then he sends Prophecy flying half-way across the ring with a Monkey Toss. Yoshima darts to the ropes looking to put the final touches on Naz, and he manages to toss him over to the floor... Then we notice the timer...
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Jason Storm comes out to a chorus off boos from the crowd... He motions for them to "Fuck Off" and hops up to the ring, However, Spawn rebounds from the opposite side... Storm wracks his ribs, and then enters the ropes... In the ring, Gein lets out a roar of determination before he pulls Yawakuzi up and hoists him over his shoulder. He then charges towards the ropes, looking to eliminate him. When he nears the ropes, Yoshima rolls off of his shoulder and shoves... But Gein is able to wrap his feet around Storms head and bring him over the top rope with him via Head-Scissors. Storm crashes into the ground, getting eliminated, but with his cat-like reflexes, Yoshima was able to grab the top rope and save himself from falling to the floor as well!! At the other side of the ring, Gein has grabbed Spawn, and is trying to hoist him over, Prophecy comes over and helps hoist, and They have Spawn up... Up... Up.... And...
Over!!!
Spawn hits the ground, and looks PISSED about the double team effort... He slams the mat... Prophecy and Gein begin trading blows, and Yoshima is climbing one of the Towers from the outside... A figure suddenly appears from a parting crowd and jumps over the guardrail. The man races to Yoshima and shoves security away... The timer has gone off again, bringing out Ryan Mc'Knight... He is running toward the the ring and at that very moment, Yoshima is shoved off the ladder by a man that EVERYONE would least expect to be on NLR TV, the FORMER owner, Scotty Heart!!! The eliminated Yawakuzi lands off the ladder, and on Mc'Knight keeping him from temporarily entering the ring... Inside, Prophecy and Gein have each grabbed sticks, and are beating the HELL out of each other... The man from ringside, Scotty Heart, is being escorted by NLR staff to the back, and Prophecy whips Gein into the ropes... Gein reverses though, and reaches up and pulls down the top rope to hoist himself up... Prophecy tumbles out of the squared circle to awkwardly land on the padded floor as the timer reaches final,
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"My Sacrifice" by creed plays, drawing everyones attention, as a man not "officially" seen in the NLR before steps out as the timer disolves showing this man, Insane Wayne, the Mystery man, as the final competitor... He walks out to a Thunderous booing/ovation, this legend returned, and all the NLR fans will know him as the one time president of the M.W.F., the founding federation that begat NLR... Fireworks explode throughout the arena, and a thick fog lingers around the tron as the Hardcore Legend Insane Wayne paces from the thick smoke heading down to the ring with a purpose. He reaches the ring quickly circling it with the crowd booing deafeningly, He just laughs and continues to walk around the ring, He finally walks up the steps and leaps over the top rope into the ring, and we're down to the final three... Mc'Knight, Gein, and Insane Wayne... Mc'Knight runs in swinging on Wayne, but he's stopped by Gein... Wayne and Gein begin welting Mc'Knight up with the sticks, and then turn to each other.. Mc'Knight has grabbed a stick, and while the two men begin pummelling each other, he plays up his earlier injuries... Gein is on the losing end of the blow trading, and rolls out of the ring... Wayne turns around, and is smacked by Mc'Knight dropping him... Once... Up... Twice... Up... A Third.... The crowd cheers as McKnight is on fire... He picks Wayne up, and walks him over to the ropes, and attempts to toss him over... Gein has snuck in from behind.... A lowblow with a stick, and Mc'Knight is ripe, Gein tosses him over, and then stands back, looking at Insane Wayne... Wayne, still rocked from the earlier smashing from Mc'Knight finally realizes that there is olny one man who stands in his way of winning the number one contendership.... Both men charge each other and then lock up in the center of the ring. Gein is able to slap a Side Headlock on Wayne but he simply reverses by planting Gein with a Back Suplex. Both men get to their feet at the same time and lock up once more. This time Wayne swats Corey Geins arms aside and then catches him in the stomach with a Pump Kick. From there, he starts hitting Gein with Left Jabs and Right Hooks before he goes to Irish Whip his opponent to the ropes, but Gein reverses and sends Wayne to the ropes instead. When he rebounds, Gein floors him with a Kendo drop. Gein gets to his feet and then runs to the ropes, landing across the forehead with a Knee Drop off the rebound. Looking to put the finishing touches on his opponent, Gein pulls Wayne to his feet, but Wayne swats Geins arms away and then he winds up, looking to floor the Reject with a Discuss Punch. Gein simply ducks under the shot, and the force he put behind the punch attempt sends Wayne into a spin, allowing Gein to sneak in and apply a sleeper... Wayne struggles but then he starts to fade. He stumbles around like a drunk dog on a leash, looking to grab onto the ropes. But then, he quickly sits down and breaks the hold with a Jaw Breaker. Gein staggers back a couple of steps.
As Gein tries to shake off the grogginess, Wayne sees his window of opportunity to eliminate him with a running clothesline... As he hits the ropes, Gein releases a power swing that, snaps the Kendo Stick, against Waynes ribs and the crowd goes silent... Wayne drops to his knees, but Gein grabs him up and hoists him up, up, and...
Eliminated!!!
Corey Gein steps back and looks around as he is announced the winner of the 2005 Gladiator Kendo Stick Battle Royale... He then sinks to his knees overwhelmed with fatigue, supposed happiness and disbelief. He takes a few moments to let this all sink in and then he slowly gets to his vertical base. Wayne though sneaks back in, and swings a stick upward crotching Gein, dropping him... The Smile slowly returns to Waynes face as he grabs Gein, tossing him out of the ring, and he raises the stick, and pounds his chest a couple of times before raising his stick in the air in acknowledgement of all three of his fans and his accomplishment here tonight.... Corey Gein has won the 2005 Gladiaror Rumble... He is the #1 Contender for the NLR eXcess Title, but Wayne is back, and it appears with a purpose.... We return to our boys at ringside, calling the night, as Gein go down in history as the winner of tonights opening match... ]
JP: What a match!!! I've never seen anything ANYTHING like it...
Sully: Corey Gein will be getting a title shot real soon, as soon as he recovers from that blow by Wayne....
JP: No doubt.... Folks, if you thought that the LAST match was sickening, this next match is the reason why... This match is NOT going to be for the weak of heart...
Sully: Jason Storm has returned, Scotty Heart has come back to the federation he created, and Insane Wayne? It’s the first match into Gladiator, and already I have more questions, what the HELL is going on?
Jackie Frazier: This match is for the Excess title and will be fought under Excess rules. Introducing first, hailing from the shadows he weighs in tonight at 240lbs, he is the current reigning and defending Excess champion, Ragonus.
[ “Heart of a Champion” hits and Rags makes his way out from the back slowly, the crowd is going off for the fighting Excess champion and the Excess title is resting across Rags bare shoulder, he looks very focussed as he heads to the ring. Rags steps up the ring steps and into the ring, he raises his arms centre ring and streamers fall from the ceiling as pyro explodes on the entranceway. ]
Jackie Frazier: And the challenger hailing from Los Angeles California and weighing in tonight at 235 lbs, he is the number one contender to the Excess title, the Homicidal Creep, The Grudge.
[ “Anarchy” hits and the Grudge walks out through the curtain, Grudge looks equally as focused as Rags and he is sporting a kendo stack as he paces to the ring. Grudge rolls into the ring and stares across at Rags who looks at Grudge impassively as though daring him to intimidate him. The ref grabs the Excess title and signals for the bell to ring, the bell rings and neither man moves. ]
JP: Intensity personified here.
[ Both men star at each other impassively but the crowd is absolutely electric as these two giants of NLR face each other down ready for battle. Suddenly a can hits the mat and as though a spell was broken both men charge forward, Rags hits out with a front kick but Grudge hits his shin hard with the kendo stick the kendo stick obliterates into a hundred pieces as it hits Rags shin and Rags lashes out with a vicious right hook that knocks Grudge to the mat. Rags lays into Grudge with a vicious series of kicks to the head and ribs of Grudge, Grudge covers up trying to minimise the damage. Rags drags Grudge to his feet and hits him very quickly with a kick to the gut, Rags hooks Grudge up looking for a DDT but Grudge suddenly powers out hitting Rags with a northern lights bridging suplex, the ref slides in…
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Sully: Very good work by Grudge there, it shows he is always thinking and always ready to hit that all important big reversal.
JP: Yeah but what about that kendo stick shot. Seems all that Martial arts training is paying off here for Rags.
[ Both men get up and ready to fight very quickly but neither man moves in, both men are crouched low and seem to be pulling back. Suddenly both men roll to the outside and it would seem it is weapons collecting time. Grudge throws two chairs from ringside into the ring and Rags goes under the ring to get a table that he slides into the ring. Grudge and Rags look at one another from opposite sides of ringside and suddenly both men slide back into the ring, Grudge kicks a chair to Rags and picks up one of his own. Both men are wielding chairs now and both move forward, a brief chair battle starts until Grudge kicks Rags in the gut and hammers him across the top of the skull with a sick chair shot. Rags crumples and Grudge sees his chance, Grudge drags Rags over to the corner ladder and ties his legs up in the rungs leaving Rags tied in a tree of woe. Rags looks badly dazed from the chair shot and Grudge sits a chair on Rags face as he heads to the top of the ladder, Grudge reaches the top and the crowd is rabid with fans screaming at him not to do it. Grudge jumps and lands full force with a double foot stomp onto the chair on top of Rags face. The thud is sickening and the crowd go absolutely insane as Grudge pulls the chair away from Rags face and the bloody mess of his face is revealed. ]
JP: Oh my god, that was sick, this may be over already.
Sully: Best move ever period.
[ Grudge is soaking up the crowd’s displeasure now as Rags slides limply from his entanglement in the corner ladder. Grudge walks over to the limp form of Rags and he shakes his head slowly as though not quite believe it was this easy, he falls to his knees and rests over the limp form of Rags for the pin…
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Sully: What the hell, I thought he was out, how the hell did he kick out of that.
JP: Out, he looked dead, look at all that blood. I can’t believe this.
[ Grudge looks down at Rags in surprise but after perhaps a second of staring at the bloody form he realises it couldn’t be that easy anyway. Grudge leaves the still unmoving form of Rags and goes to set up the table that was brought into the ring before. Grudge sets the table up in the centre of the ring and he looks back at Rags laying in the corner, Rags trademark grey hair is almost completely blood red now and the excess blood is running freely down his chest. His eye socket looks crushed and god knows what damage he has sustained to the eye itself. Grudge doesn’t look in the slightest bit worried for Rags as he drags him to his feet and whips him face first into the ladder, Rags hits hard but he manages to keep his footing as he holds onto the ladder. Grudge follows Rags into the corner and Rags tries to elbow Grudge in the face but Grudge well and truly has the upper hand and a few shots to the face stop Rags from resisting. Grudge begins to climb the ladder and with a handful of Rags hair he drags him up too, soon both men have feet on the top rope and Grudge is looking to throw Rags off the top with some kind of superplex variation. ]
JP: Both men in big danger here.
[ Grudge has his back to the ring and he looks to be setting up for a huge superplex here but suddenly Rags hits a vicious knee to the groin of Grudge and Grudge hangs onto the ladder for dear life. Suddenly Rags leans down low and hooks Grudge up in a powerbomb position. Grudge knows he is in big trouble and he begins landing blow after blow to the face of Rags but Rags won’t be stopped as he suddenly powers up like a weightlifter jumping through the air and power bombing Grudge from the top through the table in centre ring. Both men hit hard and the table just disintegrates on impact leaving both men unmoving in a pile of metal legs and woodchips. ]
Sully: Oh my god, can you believe that.
JP: That’s what Excess is all about, huge risks and huge rewards. Wait isn’t Rags in a pinning position there?
Sully: I think he is.
[ Rags is on top of Grudge and the ref slides into make the count…
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JP: Neither man has the strength to kick out Rags simply slipped off of Grudge.
[ Grudges chest is covered in a pool of blood now and the ring mat has puddles of blood all around it from Rags head wound. Rags is still bleeding profusely and his eye looks to be hanging out of its socket a little as he stares skyward unblinking and unmoving. Grudge is beginning to move now but it is little more than convulsions as his leg twitches and his chest heaves trying to suck in air, his eyes are moving but he looks badly hurt from the huge top rope power bomb he took. Rags rolls over now and as he begins to stand the blood pours from his eye socket like blood from a tap, it splashes off the mat sickeningly but Rags is the first man woozily to his feet. Rags reaches down in an effort to drag Grudge to his feet but he overbalances and lands on his chest, Rags drags himself up on the ropes and this time just rests against the ropes waiting for Grudge to stand. Grudge slowly drags himself to the ropes now and Rags yells at him as he pulls himself up on the ropes, both men look at one another through hate filled eyes as they stare at each other from mere feet away.
Both men scream now and with seemingly superhuman efforts they both charge forward, Rags lashes out with a straight kick to the gut that sends Grudges reeling and Rags takes advantage running onto Grudge with some momentum and hooking him up for a vicious tornado DDT. Rags gets up seemingly running on adrenaline now and he places a chair directly over the face of the unmoving Grudge. Rags doesn’t go the top rope though, he bounces off of the ropes and lands a huge backsplash onto the chair, Grudge flails wildly after the impact and as the chair slides off his face the damage to his nose is very obvious for all to see. His nose is lopsided and streaming blood, Grudges blood is darker than Rags and as it meets on the mat the two mix to form a very dark red colour. ]
JP: Oh my god, this may go down as the most brutal match in NLR history. I tell you right now Grudges nose is broken and Rags may never see out of that eye again.
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Sully: Listen to this crowd, they came to see a fight, they came to see blood and they came to see violence, this match has it all.
[ As most of the crowd eat it up a few people can be seen very clearly heading for the exit, it would seem the violence and bloodletting is too much for some. Rags looks down at the profusely bleeding Grudge and he looks pleased with himself as he scrapes his boot across Grudges nose and causes him a lot of obvious pain. Rags looks down at the growing puddle of blood around Grudge before picking up one of the previously discarded chairs in the ring. Rags stands behind Grudge with the chair and measures him as he begin to get to his knees. Grudge is on his knees and Rags stands behind him with the chair raised, Rags inverts the chair so the steel piping around the edge will hit first and as Grudges head rolls back to see what is going on Rags brings the chair down with a sickening thud. The chair sinks into Grudges skull and as breath explodes from his nose blood flies in all directions from both his nose and the new gushing cut the chair shot has opened in Grudges head. The blood even splashes up and puts a new darker coat of blood all over Rags face, Rags throws down the chair and with a look of pain on his face he crumples to his knees and begins clutching at his smashed eye socket. ]
JP: Well it seems pain has finally overtaken Ragonus here.
Sully: I want to know how they are still walking, look at all that blood. Grudges head and nose are gushing and Rags eye seems to be just dangling there, it looks like its resting on his cheek, this is bloody sick.
[ Rags touches his eye socket and screams in pain, he looks down at the unmoving Grudge and slowly he makes his way over to him. Rags seems to just fall onto Grudge for the pin…
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JP: To be honest I was almost hoping he would stay down and let this one end but he kicked out.
Sully: …
[ Rags raises his head seemingly unable to comprehend the match is still going, he screams in frustration and begins to push himself up off of the Homicidal Creep. Rags manages to get to his feet shakily, he has obviously lost a lot of blood and that is making him very unsteady. Rags walks over to the ring ropes and half steps half falls through them before beginning to walk to the back. Grudge is beginning to stand and wipe some blood from his face as Rags stands at the top of the ramp with a mic in hand; his voice is slurred but very definite.]
Ragonus: This is bullshit; we wanted a street fight so let’s take this to the streets. Follow me if you have the balls Grudge.
JP: Wow, someone get a camera backstage set up, it seems we are going to go backstage with this.
[ Grudges face is coated in blood and his hair is a solid sickening red as he looks down the entranceramp at the Rags who is heading backstage, Grudges doesn’t even hesitate as he also half steps half falls through the ropes and follows Rags backstage. Grudge looks a little steadier than Rags and after a few seconds he is walking through the curtain and we switch to a backstage camera. Grudges treks backstage following a voice screaming for him to bring it on and take this to a true Excess. Grudge pushes his way through a set of heavy double doors and there is the blood coated form of Rags standing tall and breathing heavily waiting on Grudge outside of the arena. There are fans beginning to crowd around and a couple of NLR security guys set up a real quick barricade as the two men stare each other down again. Rags charges forward and lashes out with that front kick again but Grudge reacts too quickly and he grabs Rags leg picking him up and nailing him carrying him a few feet before slamming him down on an equipment box. Rags arms spread out in a crucifix type pose and slides slowly off of the box as Grudges lays into him with vicious punches to the chest and stomach area. ]
JP: Oh someone is going to get irreversibly hurt soon; I am actually hoping someone just stays down soon
Sully: Yeah I agree, a career may be ended in a situation like this. Look there are EMT’s watching on already.
JP: Yeah I believe they were put on stand by after Rags face was crushed in the opening minutes of this match.
[ Rags slides completely off of the box and Grudge isn’t shy about laying into Rags on the ground as he kicks at the eye area of Rags face, Rags starts to fight his way up but and Grudge seems to get an idea. Grudge walks over to a parked car a few feet away and kicks two solid metal wheel covers off of the car, he heads back to Rags and as Rags stands Grudge sandwiches his head between the two wheel covers. Rags falls to the ground once more and Grudge reaches down trying to drag him to his feet but Rags is too covered in blood and he slips back down onto the floor with a wet smacking sort of sound. Grudge grabs Rags by the hair now and drags him with him as he walks around the backstage area; every few feet Grudge slams Rags head into something until they come to some scaffolding where building work is being done. ]
JP: Oh god, nothing good can come of this.
Sully: I agree for once, we don’t want to see a death here tonight.
[ Grudge looks up at the scaffolding and all at once his intentions become clear, he hooks Rags up in a front face lock and suplexes him over with a snap suplex, once again the blood on Rags and Grudges bodies cause them both to hit the concrete with a wet slapping sound. Rags grabs at his back in agony as Grudge stands and finds the ladder up the scaffolding, Grudge climbs high until he is in the second level of scaffolding. Grudge looks down on Rags who is beginning to move, Rags is laying in a litter of discarded tools and building equipment, Grudge jumps looking for a splash of some kind and Rags stands and grabs up the nearest thing he can use as a weapon. Rags sweeps up the nail gun in one swift movement and he looks to hit Grudge with it on the way down but Grudge finds his mark and the nail gun goes off as both men collapse into a heap. Grudge no sooner hits the ground than he pops back up and is clutching at his shoulder as blood streams from under his hand. ]
Sully: Jesus Christ he shot him with a nail gun
JP: What the bloody hell, no way.
[ Rags sits up painfully and he looks incredulously at the Grudge seemingly shocked at what has just happened, Grudge moves his hand and a very large nail is sticking out of his shoulder. Grudge sinks to his knees and pulls at the nail removing it from the flesh of his shoulder. Both men stand now and Grudge finally moves his hand off his shoulder as he prepares for what surely has to be the last rally of these two icons of NLR hardcore. The fans that are watching are in absolute raptures at the hardcore nature and the pace this bloody and brutal match has been fought. Both men are dripping blood, most of it has dried up now but there is still the odd bit of blood and sweat is mixing with blood forming a light red blood look to waterfall down there chests. Both men charge forward and Grudge ducks low spearing Rags into the side of a parked SUV, the door on the SUV crumples a little under the impact and Grudge wastes no time rolling Ragonus up onto the bonnet of the SUV. Grudge pulls himself up onto the bonnet as well and he drags Rags with him up over the windscreen and on to the top of the SUV roof. ]
JP: Oh here we go; I can see the end coming here.
Sully: Yeah its looking Like Grudge is setting up for something big and neither of these guys are as fresh as they were fifteen minutes ago.
[ Grudge pulls Rags to his feet and puts him in a front face lock, Grudge lifts Rags into the air and he looks to be going for a Grudge Killer, Grudge holds him up high until Rags flails his legs and manages to get himself back to a standing base. Rags knees Grudge in the gut twice and turns around lifting Grudge this time Grudge fights back though and he fights his way back down to his feet and he knees Rags in the gut twice before breaking the face lock and grabbing Rags arms up in a bunch behind his back… ]
JP: Oh no, Grudge has got him.
[ Grudge jumps into the air and cameras flash as he hits the Grudge Ender from the roof of the SUV onto the bonnet of the SUV. Blood spatters as Ragonus eye is made to bleed anew, a river of blood flows down the bonnet and both men slide slowly down the bonnet after impact. A great streak of blood is left on the SUV and both men collapse unmoving on the concrete below, Grudge has landed on top and the ref gets down and checks the shoulders…
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Jackie Frazier: Your winner of the match, and NEW NLR Excess champion, The Grudge.
JP: I can’t believe it; I can’t believe this entire match. That was insane.
Sully: Forget the aftermath get these guys some EMTs.
JP: Here they come; both guys are going to need a lot of help here.
[ Grudge and Rags both lay in an unmoving heap as the referee stands by with the Excess title but not getting in the way of the EMT’s We cut to an ad for Hysteria... And as we return.... Claudio Turbine is shown in his locker room on his cell phone.]
Claudio Turbine: Stuck in traffic? What do you mean you're stuck in traffic?! I need you here! It's almost time for my match... Are you going to be able to make it or not?
[Silence... then the sound of someone talking is heard.]
Claudio Turbine: You asshole. I thought you were really stuck in traffic. Don't mess around with me like that this is my big night. I'm going to beat Leonardo in the a Last Man Standing match and become the new Legacy Champion, you know that! Don't f*ck around. So you'll be here in a ten minutes?
[More talking.]
Claudio Turbine: Did you get her? It only matters if you got her...
[The sound of assurance comes from the reciever.]
Claudio Turbine: Thank God. It's time to start a Revolution in the NLR. Let's take this federation to the Next Level and not the shithole it's been stuck in for the last five months.
[Claudio flips his phone closed and he flashes a smile before going back to ringside.]
JP: Who was it?
Sully: The new Owner?
JP: Some think it MAY be Mr. Constantine...
Sully: The guy we Ran out of business? Not Likely....
[ Backstage in the arena in one of the locker rooms, Jatt Starr sits polishing the MWF Tag Team Championship belt in his possession. Starr is wearing a white robe with a large blue drape across his shoulder and a laurel wreath headpiece. Suddenly, the door opens to the locker room and Starr rises. ]
Starr: All hail Marvelous Aurelius!
[ Triple M enters with his Tag Team Title over his shoulder, wearing a similar Roman costume the only difference being a purple drape instead of a blue one.. ]
Triple M: All hail Titus Starrdronicus!
Starr: HAIL!
Triple M: HAIL!
Starr: How fitting, Marvelous, that we are here in Las Vegas, where the losers roam like zombies, shocked and dejected at how they lost their entire savings on hookers and slot machines!
Triple M: Let’s not forget it’s also home to hundreds of All-You-Can-Eat restaurants. And judging from the people I saw entering the building tonight, I thought those establishments would be out of business by now! I’ll tell you what, when they go to one of those establishments, they really eat all they can eat….and more!
Starr: Very true! But that’s not what we should be focusing on! We should be focused on retaining these titles and proving to the Muppet Babies, Gluteus Mak-simus and Fozzy that they were never worthy enough to wear the gold. To prove to Shauna Soprano and David “Bones” McCoy that we are the Most Marvelously Undefeatable Tag Team this industry has ever seen!
Triple M: And then we celebrate!
Starr: After our victory tonight, Mario…the plans are already made…Marvelous Aurelius and Titus Starrdronicus will be having the biggest….the most Jattastic and Jattacular….
Triple M: …Don‘t forget marvelous!
Starr: ….Marvelous toga party Caesar’s Palace has ever seen! After we bring the pain to our challengers tonight, all four of them, we’ll be sipping champagne! And oh how the champagne will flow like the blood of Kronik will tonight!
Triple M: This is going to be bigger than ANY “Survivor” party!
Starr: Without a doubt!
Triple M: Our in-ring debut will be---
Voice: HEY GUYS!
[ Triple M and Starr turn to find Johnny Elite wearing a leotard.]
Elite: I would have been here sooner, but I saw the Eiffel Tower in the hallway and I just had to---
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