CITY OF EVIL [3] November 10th 2012

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The No Limit Wrestling Federation City of Evil Pay Per View events begins with Morgan Freeman walking through the empty Sin City arena, before it could be prepared for the event. The remains of City of Evil 2010 remain as he walks down the ramp, looking to see the shattered NLWF logo on the cement. He continues he descent to the ringside area where he walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. He walks to the center of the blood dried and stained canvas where a stool is waiting with a large black book on it. He lifts the book in both hands as he takes a seat on the stool opening the book in front of him.

Morgan Freeman
...An unforseen future nestled somewhere in time...
...Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs...
...Judgment day the second coming arrives...
...Before you see the light...
...YOU MUST DIE...

City of Evil fades away like a dream, behind smoke and blurry eyes, morphing into what it looked like for City of Evil 2009.

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City of Evil : October 26th 2009
Ryan Apollos defeats Brenton Cyrus?

Brenton Cyrus stands in the ring a bloody mess following his loss against Ryan Apollos inside God’s Playground.

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Morgan Freeman
Once upon a time, long ago, a man gave up his most prized possession in hopes he knew what he was doing and that what he was doing was the right thing to do.

Aaron O’Shea
As of, a little over an hour ago, Brenton Cyrus forfeited the World Heavyweight Championship. Therefore Ryan Apollos, you are NOT The World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion.

Aaron O’Shea takes the World Heavyweight Championship out of the hands of Ryan Apollos and walks down the ramp. Ryan Apollos screams and shouts at Aaron O’Shea who ignores him. Aaron O’Shea walks up the steps and enters God’s Playground.

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Morgan Freeman
One Hundred Eighty Four days as World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion, given away in the blink of an eye, in order to open the door for the next era of The Federation.

Aaron O’Shea
So, let me introduce to you all, The NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPION!

Andrew - Who’s the champ?

Tommy - Come on O’Shea, just tell us.

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Morgan Freeman
Brenton Cyrus gave away his most prize possession with the belief he was doing it for the greater good of the No Limit Wrestling Federation..

Aaron O’Shea
COREY CASEY!

Ryan Apollos freaks out at the top of the stage. He grabs Travis C. Casey and clotheslines him. Aaron O’Shea hands Corey Casey the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship.

Andrew - The Prophecy has been revealed!

Tommy - Corey Casey is the new World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion!

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Morgan Freeman
He would learn the hard way, however, that sometimes, things are better left and accepted for just the way they are.

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Things fades away fast on Corey Casey holding the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship as Brenton Cyrus watches on, blood dripping from his skull. They completely vanish and only Morgan Freeman is in the ring. He turns the page as the screen on the City of Evil stage turns on to static. The video clears up and it shows Brenton Cyrus holding a torch in his hand, the top of it with a powerful blue flame that illuminates everything around him, showing videos of NLWF’s past on the cave walls around him. Highlights from NLWF’s debut year in 2009. He extends his hand, holding out the torch as it’s passed from his hand to an unseen figure. The torch is carried off into the cave but the flames dies and goes out completely, sending the City of Evil screen to darkness. Morgan Freeman clears his throat as things begin to haze over and change into how it looked the day of City of Evil 2010. Things around Morgan Freeman begin to come back to life, filling with vibrant colors until you’re back at the event that changed the industry forever.

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City of Evil : October 26th 2010
Bad Company defeats Nick Ridicule?

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Morgan Freeman
The No Limit Wrestling Federation had become a Bad Company, run by Chuck Matthews and the roster united under his lead. Bad Company was used to destroy anyone who didn’t join them, taking out future Immortals and firing them. Nick Ridicule was the last hope for the group of rebellious outlaws as he took on all of Bad Company in a losing effort.

Chuck Matthews
Nick Ridicule, you’re fired! I beat Live or Die AGAIN! Bad Company beats you AGAIN! A group comes in and fails AGAIN! You thought you could dress the dark knights up like cameramen and sneak them in here to save you, but you FAILED AGAIN!

Nick Ridicule pushes up off the mat. Chuck Matthews looks at him.

Chuck Matthews
Come on Nick, I’m willing to bury the hatchet. I’m willing to just move on with things.

Nick Ridicule stands up. He spits his mouthpiece out and smiles, then starts laughing. Chuck Matthews face palms, then dives forward and spears Nick Ridicule.

Chuck Matthews
WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!

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Morgan Freeman
They say he who laughs last, laughs loudest. This was the case for Nick Ridicule.

Chuck Matthews lifts Nick Ridicule to his feet. Chuck Matthews holds the microphone to the face of Nick Ridicule, who lifts his hands up and flips him off.

Nick Ridicule
I’m still standing… You’ll never be able to shut me up… I won!

Chuck Matthews throws Nick Ridicule down to the mat, then looks at Death-Angel and Biggie Mac. He points at them and they walk over and lift Nick Ridicule to his feet.

Chuck Matthews
You’re an idiot. I think Anna deserves some retribution for you ruining her wedding.

Anna Macdonald walks up and slaps Nick Ridicule across the face. The lights in the arena shut off and a spotlight hit’s a wooden cross being lowered down to the ring. The cross lowers down through the hole in the roof of god’s playground, then lowers down to the middle of the ring.

Cornell - YES! This is going to be the storybook ending we’ve all been waiting for!

Chuck Matthews points at Brenton Cyrus, who points back at him. They look at the cross, admiring it, then high five each other. The Dark Knights stand near the ramp unable to get inside. They watch on.

Chuck Matthews
Looks like Bad Company has a little bit extra in store for you Mr. Ridicule! Considering this your big goodbye! Anna, take another shot at him and lets finish this!

Anna Macdonald steps toward Nick Ridicule, then walks past him and steps out of the ring.

Cornell - Guess she has some sort of problem with crucifying people. Oh well, ON WITH IT!

Death-Angel releases Nick Ridicule and takes a step back into the corner. Biggie Mac holds Nick Ridicule up in the middle of the ring near the cross.

Chuck Matthews
What’s going on?

Nick Ridicule kicks the microphone out of Chuck Matthews hands and catches it.

Nick Ridicule
Master plan.

Death-Angel roars and splashes Ruben Ricardo León and Matt Biggars in the corner. Death-Angel grabs TJ Tilli and with one arm he throws him from the ring, to the electric chain link wall.

Cornell - DEATH-ANGEL YOU DIRTY BASTARD!

Chuck Matthews runs at Nick Ridicule but takes a kick to the face from Biggie Mac.

Nick Ridicule
I want you to see who I’ve had working undercover as members or Bad Company! Death-Angel since Seven Sins. Biggie Mac since he started in the NLWF!

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Morgan Freeman
Nick Ridicule sacrificed himself, the World Championship, and the Undisputed Championship, in hopes he knew what he was doing and that what he was doing was the right thing to do.

Chuck Matthews looks at Nick Ridicule and Biggie Mac from down on the mat. Nick Ridicule reaches down and rips the original sin mask off his head. Nick Ridicule puts it on and it immediately begins to soak up the blood from his head. Death- Angel grabs Brenton Cyrus by the throat and choke slams him next to Chuck Matthews. Biggie Mac grabs Chris Matthews and throws him over the ropes into the ring.

Nick Ridicule
I came here to end a war. That’s exactly what I’ve done. This entire thing has been set up to perfection. So many distractions to keep Chuck Matthews occupied. We’re all leaving the company. We’re all leaving this Bad Company to start our own wrestling promotion. Fight the World!

Biggie Mac lifts Chuck Matthews to his feet and hits him with a European uppercut. Death-Angel locks members of Bad Company inside the chambers around the ring, leaving only Chuck Matthews, Brenton Cyrus and Chris Matthews.

Nick Ridicule
We’re taking all the belts with us, all the talent, everyone who doesn’t believe in this Bad Company united bullshit! A bunch of guys who just want to fight against the best in the world each week to see who is the best! Bad Company will be known for one thing and one thing only. The death of the NLWF.

Nick Ridicule lifts Chuck Matthews up for a crucifix power bomb. Death-Angel lights the crucifix on fire and Nick Ridicule throws him down on it. Chuck Matthews hit’s the cross and it goes out.

Cornell - Biggie Mac and Death-Angel are with Nick Ridicule.. They are leaving the NLWF to start a rival promotion, using the best wrestlers NLWF has ever had… Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus are about to be crucified…. Holyfuckingshit the kid had a plan and he just mindfucked the entire universe with it!

Nick Ridicule and Biggie Mac look at each other. They shake hands, then hug in the middle of the ring while Death-Angel pounds wooden stakes into the hands of Chuck Matthews on the cross. Death-Angel lifts the cross up with Chuck Matthews nailed to it. Death-Angel walks over and grabs Brenton Cyrus, then drags him over and begins the nail him to the other side of the cross.

Nick Ridicule
I became the bad guy. I built up a loyal following of people who saw through my charade of being an asshole. Tonight WE have defeated ME, FTW has defeated Bad Company. You destroyed the NLWF, now you have to live with it forever when you see the scars on your hands.

Death-Angel finishes and the cross is lifted with Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus on it. TJ Tilli, Matt Biggars and Ruben Ricardo León try to get out of the chambers but can’t. Nick Ridicule walks up and stands face to face with Chuck Matthews.

Nick Ridicule
It’s like they always say, this is the NLWF, the good guys never win. See ya.

Biggie Mac and Anna Macdonald hug as they watch Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus get lifted on the cross. Biggie Mac and Anna Macdonald sort through all the belts, then hand Nick Ridicule the tag team titles. He lifts his hand up and flips Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus off as they are lifted out of the god’s playground structure.

Cornell - I…. I… I quit.. I have an apology to make.

Tommy Cornell stands up and jumps the guardrail. He runs through the crowd and disappears. Nick Ridicule lifts Chris Matthews and points up. Chris Matthews begs and Nick Ridicule shoves him to Death-Angel who lifts him up, then takes him down with the cliffhanger power bomb. The impact stands Chris Matthews up and Death-Angel punches him to the face. Nick Ridicule and Biggie Mac shake hands again.

Nick Ridicule
Ashley always told me I would make a better leader than the two of you.

Nick Ridicule steps out of the ring, followed by Death-Angel, Biggie Mac and Anna Macdonald. They step out of the chamber and look at Jason Hawk, The Notorious K.I.D, Corey Casey who begin to clap. Nick Ridicule nods his head, then walks past them.

Brandon and Anna Macdonald walk past them and they keep clapping, then follow behind. Nick Ridicule leads everyone up the ramp, then turns around to look at Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus crucified high above god’s playground.

Nick Ridicule
Checkmate.

Nick Ridicule flips them off and everyone joins him. They walk over to the NLWF logo at the top of the stage and Nick Ridicule points at Death-Angel and Corey Casey. They lift the NLWF logo and throw it off the stage, watching it shatter. Nick Ridicule and Brandon Macdonald shake hands again on the stage, then shake hands with Gunther. Corey Casey turns around and is kicked to the balls by Gunther.

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Morgan Freeman
He would learn the hard way, however, that sometimes, things are better left and accepted for just the way they are.

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Brandon Macdonald holds up his championships celebrating with his wife Anna Macdonald as a bloody Nick Ridicule watches behind them, blood dripping down his face. They completely vanish and only Morgan Freeman is in the ring. He closes the book on his lap in front of him and looks over his shoulder as the screen on the City of Evil stage turns on to static. The video clears up and it shows Nick Ridicule holding a torch in his hand, the top of it with a powerful red flame that illuminates everything around him, showing videos of NLWF’s past on the cave walls around him. Showing things that happened in 2010 during the second year of NLWF. He extends his hand, holding out the torch as it’s passed from his hand to an unseen figure. The torch is carried off into the cave but the flame dies and goes out completely, sending the City of Evil screen to darkness. Morgan Freeman smiles and slowly lifts his hands as things begin to haze over and change around him. Everything begins to rumble and he starts to laugh nodding his head in approval.

Things around Morgan Freeman begin to come back to life, filling with vibrant colors until you’re inside the City of Evil arena live and ready for the nights pay per view event. The lights inside the Sin City Arena turn on and doors open allowing the fans to begin filling the venue. Morgan Freeman sits in the center of the clean, brand new ring, watching as the fans start to pack the arena. As many fans fill in the screens turn on to static off the left and one to the right.

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City of Evil : November 10th 2012

The Music begins to pay starting off soft and gently.

The screen to the left begins to illuminate from darkness until Brenton Cyrus is seen with the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship on his shoulder, torch in hand. The flame starts off tiny but as the wind picks up, whistling past him, the blue flame reignited.

The screen to the right begins to illuminate from darkness until Nick Ridicule is seen with the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship on his shoulder, torch in hand. The flame starts off tiny but as the wind picks up, whistling past him, the red flame reignited.

The Music begins to pick up as both men begin to enter the cave, further illuminating the walls around them showing NLWF’s past as they journey further and faster into the cave. The history of the NLWF follows them like a wave behind them as they journey more and more into the cave.

The two meet in the center of the cave, both the left and right side now showing the both of them from different angles. The flames grow even larger and combine together creating a massive explosion that engulfs the two men as it fills the cave with a mix of red and blue fire.

The fire erupts from out of both sides of the cave as the camera pans out to show an NLWF Hall of Immortals mountain with all the faces carved into the rocks. The sky begins to show highlights of the NLWF’s return, playing things from Direct Hit, Legacy, and Fusion from the past week. Highlights of Robbie Hart, London Carter, Jimbo Slice, Sheyanne Successful, Alice Wright, Mark Zout, Anthony King, Death-Angel, Brenton Cyrus, James Shark and Nick Ridicule show in the sky, putting on a show for the stars.

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City of Evil returns with Morgan Freeman still in the center of the ring. The crowd is just about at capacity as he brings a microphone up to his mouth.

Morgan Freeman
...Welcome to the best show on earth...
...Welcome to City of Evil...
...Welcome Back...






Stefan Raab stands, holding a guitar, on a stage inside of the Sin City Arena casino. The fans in attendance and Sin City gamblers gather around as the lights shift so that they’re only on Stefan Raab.

Stefan Raab
Hello and welcome! TO CITY OF EVIL!

Stefan Raab strums his guitar once. The roars of the fans inside the arena can be heard loud inside the casino.

Stefan Raab
I will be your ambassador for The World is Yours World Cup that will take place! When NLWF asked me to be the guy who traveled around the world organizing this massive tournament, I had only one request..

Stefan Raab strums his guitar again.

Stefan Raab
Allow me to rock out at City of Evil!

He rips a quick guitar riff and smiles getting the crowd to cheer.

Stefan Raab
Anyone can make a big announcement, but this announcement is so big, I need to announce it in a big way! I said NLWF I would honored to be the guy who gets this done, but you have to let me tell the people in Las Vegas at City of Evil and you have to let me do it in a Raab Rock Concert!

He strums at his guitar again, this time not stopping as he unleashes a groovy rift that gets the people cheering.

Stefan Raab
Without further adieu, The Raab Rock Concert!

The shot zooms out and the lights turn on, no longer on just Stefan Raab, but on the entire stage full of dancers and flag bearers.



Stefan Raab
Las Vegas, let us take a trip to where evil roams, City of Evil has returned!

Stefan Raab plays his guitar, playing along as he sings into the microphone.

Stefan Raab
Where the men will fight and the women show their might!
But I’m here to talk, well actually rock, about some different days!
Days when the World is Yours!

Stefan Raab stops playing to point out at the crowd packing around the stage in the Sin City casino. He turns around and points at all the flags. He continues to play has he finishes off his 360 spin.

Stefan Raab
Because I’m going round the world! Looking for fighters, boy or girl!
INTERNATIONAL FIGHTERS CUP!
That’s what’s up!
INTERNATIONAL FIGHTERS CUP!
Come on, clap along!

Stefan Raab starts to clap, getting the gather crowd to clap along with him.

Stefan Raab
INTERNATIONAL FIGHTERS CUP!
That’s what’s up!

Stefan Raab stops playing and gets really close to the microphone, looking out at all the people. He stops singing and begins to speak to them, a rumble in the tone of his voice.

Stefan Raab
Tournaments all around the world! People will qualify from everywhere, no matter how big or how small you or your city may be! This is a chance of a lifetime to show you are the best, not in the NLWF!

He picks up where he left off, playing his guitar again as the grand orchestra plays along with him.

Stefan Raab
INTERNATIONAL FIGHTERS CUP!
INTERNATIONAL FIGHTERS CUP!
That’s what’s up!
INTERNATIONAL FIGHTERS CUP!
One dream, one chance of a lifetime, one winner of this, The World is Yours cup and a six figure No Limit Wrestling Federation contract!

Stefan Raab watches as a massive trophy emerges from the stage beside him.



Stefan Raab places his guitar into it’s holder at his other side as he looks at the brilliant trophy.

Stefan Raab
I have a lot of work to do, I have a lot of tournaments to set up! This thing has been years in the making for the NLWF, this time you will not be let down! I’m Stefan Raab and I’m leading the charge of this International Cup, this World Tournament!

Stefan Raab blows kisses to the audience as the clap for him.

Stefan Raab
Thank you! Thank you so much! You are a wonderful audience! Enjoy City of Evil! I know that you will!





Las Vegas, Nevada

Morgan Freeman
And now, The No Limit Wrestling Federation, Ferrari, Nike, and NBA2K13, presents on HBO Pay Per View, CITY OF EVIL!

Red, blue, then purple fireworks explode out of the City of Evil stage made to look like a destroyed, decaying version of Las Vegas. Fire explodes from the stage top then sparks shoot up out of the ramp, showering the crowd. The ring posts shoot up fire that changes color before dying down.

Tommy Cornell: WEEEEEEEEE’RE BAAAAAAACK!

John Greed: It’s feels so good! Good to be back home here in the No Limit Wrestling Federation and here at home in Las Vegas, Nevada!

City of Evil moves out into the crowd, showing the ruckus fans as they fight to get on Pay Per View. The shot shows the best signs out in the audience.

“Came to watch The Federation that’s Uncensored!” “HART RULES VEGAS”
“I’VE GOT A HART ON FOR ROBBIE!”
“Tommy Cornell and John Greed = Hall of Immortal Announcers!”
“No longer Hardcore.. It’s HardCarter!” “FREEDOM FTW!”
“I WAS SNUBBED AS AN IMMORTAL TOO!” “= Havoc!”
“CAME FOR THE SLICE!” “Let the Zombie Invasion begin!”
“MARRY ME MS. WRIGHT!” “Success has a price!”
“MARK ZOUT ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT!”
”ONE NIGHT!“ “ONE KING!” “ONE CAR!”
“TRIPLE CELL IS OVERKILL!”
“RIDICULE vs. SHARK = MATCH OF THE YEAR!”

From the audience, City of Evil moves on to the announcers seated at the middle announcers table ringside. Tommy Cornell and John Greed look at each other, then back at the camera, then at each other again.

Tommy Cornell: IT’S FINALLY HERE! CITY OF EVIL HAS RETURNED!

John Greed: But better yet, the NLWF has returned!

Tommy Cornell: It feels like just yesterday we were part of the group that ruined NLWF in so many ways.

John Greed: I still remember walking out during that disturbing main event. Watching Nick Ridicule take on Bad Company. I like violence as much as the next guy, but only as long as it’s on an even playing field!

Tommy Cornell: It’s all in the past now though! We have a stellar night of NLWF action in store!

John Greed: Things that have been building over the last month, since City of Evil was announce, they will culminate here tonight in a big way!

Tommy Cornell: In the biggest way as this venue is packed from top to bottom, as over 92,000 people are here in attendance to see, “What would happen!?”

John Greed: What would happen if Nick Ridicule in the NLWF fought the unstoppable James Shark who has dominated everywhere he’s been, but he’s never been to the top of the NLWF!

Tommy Cornell: It doesn’t get much closer to the top than fighting Nick Ridicule for the NLWF Champion, a belt we have seen the guy do amazing and vicious things for!

John Greed: He thrives on matches where the NLWF Championship is on the line!

Tommy Cornell: We have so much action sanctioned for City of Evil by the Nevada state athletic commision, lets start off with a fight that the state would not sanction!

John Greed: Da...

Tommy Cornell: DON’T SAY HIS NAME!

John Greed: Oh right, thanks for reminding me!

Tommy Cornell: Robbie Hart comes a family highly recognized in the professional wrestling game! Tonight he makes his unofficial debut here at home against... We’ll call him Alex Danielson!

John Greed: Alex Danielson, very clever Tommy! If we use his name he’ll sue the NLWF! This worm is just trying to get a payday out of the Federation!

City of Evil goes backstage as Alex Danielson walks down the hall. He walks over to an employee and gets close to him.

Alex Danielson
Say my name..

Alex Danielson winks at the guy.

Employee
I don’t know who the hell you are!

The employee walks away from the uncomfortably close Alex Danielson.

Alex Danielson
Liar!

Alex Danielson grabs the cameraman forcing him to continue following.

Alex Danielson
These people will know my name!

Alex Danielson approaches the gorilla position.

Alex Danielson
Hey guys, how’s it going?

Gorilla Position Crew
Do we know you?

Alex Danielson
Uh.. Yeah you do!

The gorilla position crew look at one another as they turn their focus back to setting things up for the show.

Alex Danielson
SAY MY NAME!

Alex Danielson moves in to interfere on the gorilla position crew as City of Evil moves back to the ringside announcers.

John Greed: What an idiot! I can’t wait any longer for Robbie Hart to bitch slap him back to the pile of shit he crawled out of!

Tommy Cornell: I want to take this time to give a shout out to our Spanish announce crew to the left!

John Greed: Hola!

Tommy Cornell: and our international buddies on the right!

John Greed: Konichiwa BITCHES!



Tommy Cornell: You have got to be kidding me..

John Greed: How desperate is this guy!?

Alex Danielson walks out onto the stage and runs to one side. He looks out at the crowd.

Alex Danielson
SAY MY NAME!

“YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!”

Alex Danielson
THAT IS NOT MY NAME!

Alex Danielson runs across the stage to the other side and he looks out at the crowd.

Alex Danielson
SAY MY NAME!

“WE WANT HART!” “WE WANT HART!” “WE WANT HART!”

Alex Danielson
THAT IS NOT MY NAME!

Alex Danielson stomps to the center of the stage.

Alex Danielson
THAT IS NOT MY NAME!

Robbie Hart emerges from the Las Vegas set, stepping out onto the “Welcome to City of Evil” sign. The fans erupted as he flips Alex Danielson off behind his back, high above him. Robbie Hart shakes his finger and steps off, climbing up the Las Vegas statue of liberty replica. Alex Danielson screams at the fans still oblivious to Robbie Hart.

Alex Danielson
STOP CHEERING AND SAY MY NAME!

“TURN AROUND!” “TURN AROUND!” “TURN AROUND!”

Alex Danielson
THAT IS NOT MY NAME!

Tommy Cornell: TURN AROUND!

John Greed: STOP RUNNING YOUR MOUTH AND TURN AROUND!

Robbie Hart holds up his arm mimicking the statue of liberty. He holds his right arm up, hand fully extended, while he holds his left hand over his heart.

Tommy Cornell: Statue of Anarchy, Robbie Hart!

John Greed: Statue of Anarchy, I love it!

Alex Danielson turns around and looks at the Las Vegas set, not seeing Robbie Hart so high above. Robbie Hart gives his nipple a tweak before he jumps from the Statue of Liberty’s head. Robbie Hart keeps his hand high as he soars down at Alex Danielson, coming down with a massive slap across his face, knocking him to the stage floor. Robbie Hart tucks and rolls down the ramp following the impact of the slap.

“HOLY BITCH SLAP!” *clap*clap*clap clap clap*“HOLY BITCH SLAP!”
*clap*clap*clap clap clap*
“HOLY BITCH SLAP!” *clap*clap*clap clap clap*“HOLY BITCH SLAP!”

John Greed: HOLY BITCH SLAP BATMAN!

Tommy Cornell: The Master of the Bitch Slap, slaps a bitch so hard he needs to put baby powder on his bitch slapping hand!

Robbie Hart sits up looking around at the hometown crowd still going insane. The people move as a wave of humanity as they cheer wildly.

“DANNY BITCH SLAPPED!” *clap*clap*clap clap clap* "DANNY BITCH SLAPPED!”
*clap*clap*clap clap clap*
“DANNY BITCH SLAPPED!” *clap*clap*clap clap clap* “DANNY BITCH SLAPPED!”

Tommy Cornell: It seems as though the NLWF faithful here in Vegas have come up with a name for Alex Danielson!

John Greed: You mean Danny Bitch Slapped!

Robbie Hart
Lets get this show on the road!

Robbie Hart looks down at the entrance ramp designed as a road down to the ring. He smirks.

Robbie Hart
TIME TO GO UNSANCTIONED, UNCENSORED, AND UNSTOPPABLE!

Tommy Cornell: This isn’t technically a match, therefore first contact with that bitch slap should mean this match is unofficially underway!

John Greed: ...Uh.. Right!


■ UNSANCTIONED ■

■ ROBBIE HART ■vs■ DAN ALEXANDER ■


Robbie Hart stands up and walks over to Alex Danielson as he stands up, a large red hand print welt gracing the left side of his face. Alex Danielson favors his cheek with on hand as Robbie Hart walks up and slaps him across the other side of his face.

Tommy Cornell: Robbie Hart is slap happy here tonight, he’s got a lot to prove here being from a family full of guys who have competed in this company.

John Greed: He doesn’t look like he’s feeling any pressure, he looks relaxed and like he’s having a great time!

Robbie Hart fakes a slap, getting Alex Danielson to cover his face. Robbie Hart instead kicks Alex Danielson to the face with a front kick. Alex Danielson falls down to the stage floor as Robbie Hart walks over to him. Robbie Hart drags Alex Danielson over to the curb of the Las Vegas stage set, then places his head down on it. Robbie Hart takes a step back, then he runs and swings around a light post, coming down with a stomp down into the head of Alex Danielson.

Tommy Cornell: Curb stomp! We have a referee coming out now, it’ll be his job to make sure Robbie Hart doesn’t kill Alex Danielson here tonight!

John Greed: Because NLWF referees have done such a fine job of of preventing deaths in the past...

Robbie Hart drags Dan Alexander away to the side of the stage. Robbie Hart drops a leg down into the midsection of Alex Danielson, then he wraps his legs up for a figure four leglock.

Tommy Cornell: The Deed has been done, he’s working to break Alex Danielson’s leg in half with that patented figure-4 leglock!

John Greed: He’s got in on tight, not to mention he was able to knock the wind out of Alex Danielson first with the legdrop.

Robbie Hart pulls back on the foot of Alex Danielson, cranking on the hold, forcing him to sit up. Robbie Hart sits up and slaps Alex Danielson across the face with a left slap, then a right slap before leaning back in the figure-4. Alex Danielson lays back trying not to pass out as Robbie Hart cranks on the hold some more.

Tommy Cornell: Ruthless attack here with the submission!

John Greed: If he breaks the leg of Alex Danielson he’ll be able to control this match even more than he already is.

Robbie Hart scoots back as Alex Danielson sits up. Robbie Hart sits up and chops Alex Danielson across the face, then across the chest. Robbie Hart throws himself back cranking on the hold, but also teetering off the edge of the stage, applying an absurd amount of pressure on the figure-4 leglock as he hangs off the stage.

Tommy Cornell: Figure-4 leglock off the stage!

John Greed: I’m not sure i’ve ever seen anything like that!

Robbie Hart does a sit up and he slaps Alex Daniels across the face then falls backwards, moonsaulting both men from a figure-4 off the stage to the cement arena floor. Alex Danielson is launched down face first while Robbie Hart manages to land on his feet, breaking the figure-4 leglock.

John Greed: definitely have never seen that!

Tommy Cornell: Robbie Hart with what I’m going to call a figure-4 legsuplex off the stage!

Robbie Hart takes in the ovation from the crowd as he walks over and delivers a stomp into the back of the head of Alex Danielson. Robbie Hart lifts Alex Danielson to his feet and watches as he crumbles back down grabbing at his right leg.

Tommy Cornell: The Deed did damage!

John Greed: Robbie Hart is like a hitman here tonight, one who was asked to kill his prey very slowly!

Robbie Hart begins to stomp the leg of Alex Danielson, kicking it everywhere he can. He lifts both legs of Alex Danielson, then he delivers a stomp down into his balls.

Robbie Hart
What balls?

Robbie Hart delivers another stomp, then lifts Dan Alexander’s leg over his head, bending it around his own neck, locking in a stretch muffler hold. Robbie Hart walks over carrying Alex Danielson by his leg, letting him dangle down. Robbie Hart approaches the ramp where he launches Alex Danielson leg first on it.

Tommy Cornell: What a way to set the tone for the evening!

John Greed: You’re telling me, this is the perfect way to bring NLWF back on pay per view!

Robbie Hart climbs up to the ramp, then he rolls Alex Danielson with his foot, sending him tumbling down to the ringside area. Robbie Hart runs and jumps off the ramp onto the guardrail where he jumps off and comes landing down with a stomp to the face of Alex Danielson.

Tommy Cornell: Robbie Hart gets so much height on all of his jumps, he’s coming down with high impact on every move!

John Greed: He’s just kind of showing off at this point, putting the world on notice as we witness what he is capable of!

Robbie Hart lifts Alex Danielson into a seated position against the ring steps. Robbie Hart looks at the guardrail and he chuckles as he climbs up the left side. Robbie Hart finds his balance on the guardrail as he begins to run around it, slapping hands with the fans to his left as he begins to circle around the ring.

Tommy Cornell: What is he thinking here?

John Greed: I don’t know but lets just sit back and enjoy it!

Robbie Hart gains speed as he makes it around the ring. He jumps from the guardrail across the announcers tables, gaining even more speed as he hurries by. He slaps hands with the international announcers, then Tommy Cornell and John Greed, before slapping hands with the Spanish announcers.

Tommy Cornell: This is a homecoming party for Robbie Hart and he’s the host!

John Greed: Uncensored and in charge of this match!

Robbie Hart jumps to the time keepers table grabbing the ring bell as he does. He steps back onto the guardrail as he positions the ring bell under his right arm so he can slap hands with his left. Robbie Hart makes his way around the ring as he quickly approaches the entrance ramp guardrail gap. Robbie Hart steps to the edge and jumps off, pulling the ring bell up under his feet, holding it in position with his hands as he soars through the air, coming down with a push dropkick into the face of Alex Danielson against the ring steps.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!” “THAT WAS AWESOME!” “THAT WAS AWESOME!”

Tommy Cornell: He releases the ring bell at the last second, so he could use his feet to really smash it into the face of Alex Danielson!

John Greed: Robbie Hart is at a whole different level here tonight!

Alex Danielson lays motionless against the ring steps, the ring bell and his arms covering his face.

Tommy Cornell: Those steps didn’t budge even an inch!

John Greed: Everything has been reinforced here tonight to prevent Triple Cell from destroying everything!

Robbie Hart lays on the ringside floor holding his back as he landed hard with the dropkick. He gets to his feet as the fans continue to cheer.

Tommy Cornell: This crowd is going to be burnt out by the end of this epic ass whooping!

John Greed: No way, this is only going to get them more fired up for all the other epic action here tonight!

Robbie Hart walks over to Alex Danielson against the ring steps. Robbie Hart stomps his foot into the ring bell, then he takes a step up the ring steps. He delivers another stop down, then takes another step. He delivers another stomp and steps up to the final step. Robbie Hart lands several stomps down from the top stop, dropping down only to use his other leg to lift him back up. Robbie Hart steps up to the part of the small top of the ring steps that connects to the ring post. He steps off onto the apron and walks across.

Tommy Cornell: He stomped a troll hole in the face of Alex Danielson, now he’s walking it dry!

John Greed: We have seen some amazing come backs here in the NLWF over the years, but Robbie Hart may have put an insurmountable ass whooping down on Alex Danielson here tonight!

City of Evil shows Frank and Caleb Hart walk out of the Las Vegas stage set, making their way down to the ring with steel chairs in hand.

Tommy Cornell: Just when you thought things couldn’t possible go worse for Danny Bitch Slapped, here come more Hart’s!

John Greed: Alex Danielson is a man who doesn’t have any Hart, tonight he’s getting more than he can handle!

Caleb Hart throws Robbie Hart his steel chair as he backs up climbing the outside of the turnbuckles. Frank Hart positions Alex Danielson into a seated position against the ring steps, putting the chair in front of his face. Robbie Hart shakes his head then screams something to his father.

Tommy Cornell: Robbie Hart doesn’t want to do it that way.

John Greed: Well it is his uncensored beating after all!

Frank Hart removes the chair from the face of Alex Danielson, revealing that he’s bleeding all over himself. Frank Hart sets up the chair and has a seat at the bottom of the ramp. Caleb Hart walks to the guardrail and screams out to the crowd. Suddenly a trash can comes through the crowd until it’s in the hands of Caleb Hart.

Tommy Cornell: Ask and you shall receive!

John Greed: The Hart Family wants to take out the trash here at City of Evil!

Caleb Hart takes the trash can, putting it over the head and body of Alex Danielson. Robbie Hart steps to the top turnbuckle on the opposite end of the ring. Robbie Hart propels himself bringing the chair behind his back in mid air. He lands with a dropkick smashing and crushing the trash can around the head and body of Alex Danielson, while landing into a seated position on the steel chair.

Tommy Cornell: WHOA!

John Greed: Are my eyes playing tricks on me.. Or did we just see a coast to coast to the outside of the ring.. With Robbie Hart landing perfectly on a chair like it wasn’t a big deal?

Robbie Hart cross his arms as he looks around. He looks over his shoulder at Frank Hart who sits with his mouth agape.

Tommy Cornell: That is exactly what we just witnessed my friend!

John Greed: INCREDIBLE!

Robbie Hart stands up casually and brushes off his shoulders. He grabs the steel chair and throws it to a fan in the crowd who catches it and celebrates with it. Robbie Hart lifts trash can Alex Danielson and rolls him into the ring.

Tommy Cornell: I’m surprised this fight made it into the ring.

John Greed: Now that Trash Can Danny Bitch Slapped has been canned!

Robbie Hart enters the ring slowly followed by Frank and Caleb Hart.

Tommy Cornell: His father and uncle follow him in, they all look like they still have bad intentions on their minds!

John Greed: Worse intentions that what we’ve seen?

Robbie Hart lifts Alex Danielson and gives him a shove, sending him into a super kick from Caleb Hart, denting the trash can even more. Alex Danielson falls backwards down across the knee of Frank Hart.

Tommy Cornell: Hart Backbreaker Version one!

John Greed: We saw this combination of killer moves last night on Fusion!

Frank Hart stands up, wrapping his arm around the trashcan, dropping down with it into his own back. Frank Hart stands up again and jumps with a double knee backstabber on trash can Alex Danielson. Robbie Hart jumps up to the top turnbuckle and stands tall raising his arms up.

Tommy Cornell: I call it the R.I.P your F’N Hart out!

John Greed: All high flyers in the NLWF, eat your heart out!

Robbie Hart jumps turning his back before leaping off the top turnbuckle. Robbie Hart throws himself backwards, performing a corkscrew 450,but instead of landing in the traditional splash, Robbie lands knees first upon to the trash can across the knees of Frank Hart.

Tommy Cornell: DEVASTATION!

John Greed: That is a wicked combo, this fight is all over!

The referee hurries over the battered trash can crushing Alex Danielson inside of it. The referee calls for the bell, holding his hand out to keep The Hart Family away.

[Ding Ding Ding]

Morgan Freeman: And here is your winner, Robbie Hart!

Tommy Cornell: An incredible beating displayed at the hands of Robbie Hart!

John Greed: That it was, Robbie Hart is a force to be reckoned with here in the No Limit Wrestling Federation, it’s in his blood!

Frank and Caleb Hart each lift one of the arms of Robbie Hart as the fans give him a standing ovation.

Tommy Cornell: That was the kind of performance Immortals are made of!

John Greed: Robbie Hart has started his path to immortality in a great way here tonight!

Robbie Hart pulls his arms down and looks down at the trash can smashed Alex Danielson. Robbie Hart tells Frank and Caleb Hart something and they smile and nod. Frank and Caleb Hart drag the trash canned limp body of Alex Danielson out of the ring and lift him overhead carrying him up the ramp as Robbie Hart follows, playing to the crowd.

Tommy Cornell: The Hart Family is taking out the trash!

John Greed: Good riddance, that guy was fucking annoying!

They disappear backstage with Alex Daniels in the can as Robbie Hart stops at the top of the stage. He gets the crowd to cheer again, then he climbs up the Las Vegas stage set, climbing until he’s on top of the Welcome to City of Evil sign again. Robbie Hart turns around and raises his arms up as the crowd showers him in applause.

Tommy Cornell: A fantastic performance here tonight from Robbie Hart, what will the future hold for that man?

John Greed: Great things, I’m sure of it!

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City of Evil goes backstage to London Carter and his pregnant sister Brooklyn Carter as they are entering the Sin City Arena. London Carter has the Freedom Championship over his shoulder and his barbwire baseball bat in hand, a sadistic smile already gracing his face.

Brooklyn Carter
I really wish you wouldn’t carry that thing around with you..

London Carter
But i’m the champion!

London Carter taps the Freedom Championship on his shoulder with the barbwire baseball bat.

Brooklyn Carter
That’s not the thing I was talking about!

London Carter
Oh, so you mean this!

London Carter holds up the barbwire baseball bat in front of his face, studying each of the barbs still stained in red, the unwashed blood of his victims.

Brooklyn Carter
You could have at least cleaned it off..

London Carter smiles, not taking his eyes off his weapon.

London Carter
Does it disturb you? Does it disturb you to know that the father of your child’s blood, is stained on my bat?

He finally breaks his focus from the weapon, looking to his left at his sister as she looks back at him upset, shaking her head as she holds her belly.

London Carter
I warned you all about James Shark and you wouldn’t listen to a damn word I said! Now I have to take matters into my own hands, not just for you sis, but for that baby growing inside of you, the only thing innocent about this entire scenario!

He points the barbwire baseball bat at her belly. She looks at it, then hurries away to throw up in a nearby trash can. She looks as two legs stick up out of the trash can.

Brooklyn Carter
OH MY GOD! Someone is inside!

London Carter joins his sister at her side, looking at the trash can with the legs of Alex Danielson sticking up out of it.

London Carter
Come on, you don’t need to see this..

London Carter takes his sister by her hand and begins to walk away, stopping as they see Robbie Hart standing in front of them, drinking from a water bottle. Robbie Hart and London Carter have a staredown. Broken only as Robbie Hart looks at the Freedom Championship.

Robbie Hart
You know my pop was Freedom Champion back in the day.

London Carter brings the barbwire baseball bat up to his shoulder, leaning it against the Freedom Championship.

London Carter
He’s not anymore.

London Carter escorts his sister away as Robbie Hart watches them leave. He checks out Brooklyn Carter and shrugs, then turns his focus to trash can Alex Danielson.

Robbie Hart
Soooo... Danny Bitch Slapped, this is your last stand... Trash can head stand that is! Allow the Uncensored one to do the honors...? Not that’s not the right word.. Oh Allow the Uncensored on to do the horrors!

Robbie Hart walks over and lifts the trash can up to his shoulder in powerslam position. He walks out of the arena, kicking past the doors of the exit. He walks over to the large garbage dumpsters.

Robbie Hart
This is it, your final resting place!

Robbie Hart uses his free hand to open the garbage dumpster, then he drops Alex Danielson inside of it onto trash. He closes the lid and pulls up the bar locking the lid shit.

Robbie Hart
Danny Bitch Slapped, rest in pieces BEOTCH!



City of Evil returns ringside where a barbwire topped steel cage is set up around the ring. The ropes are wrapped in barbwire and the turnbuckles have been replaced but huge balls of barbwire.

Tommy Cornell: Get ready to take the violence and turn it up a couple more notches!

John Greed: I’ve never been more ready in my life!

The arena grows dark, the bass in the speakers bump before the beat by Wiz drops, Gangbang blares through the speakers, forcing the lights to flicker on and off, silver and black pyro fall from the top as London makes his way from behind the curtain, playing to the crowd, he acknowledges the cheers as he makes his way down the ramp. London Carter holds up the Freedom Championship in one hand and the barbwire baseball in the other as the crowd cheers him on. He walks up the ring steps and enters the ring through the cage door. He watches as the barbwire covered door is closed and locked behind him as he starts to circle around the inside of the ring.

Tommy Cornell: Chris Steel looks terrified, while London Carter seems at home surrounded by such a violent mess of barbwire!

John Greed: Chris Steel is as out of place here as Salads are at McDonald’s!

London Carter hands off the Freedom Championship to the heavily padded referee.

Morgan Freeman: This Match is a Barbwire Massacre, for the NLWF Freedom Championship! Introducing first, the reigning and defending NLWF Freedom Champion, from Brooklyn, New York, standing 5‘10“ and weighing in at 195 pounds. Ladies and Gentlemen give it up for, LONDON CARTER!

The fans cheer wildly as London Carter shakes the cage wall. He swings the barbwire baseball bat, smashing it into the cage wall before turning around to point it at a frightened Chris Steel.

Morgan Freeman: His opponent, the challenger, from Detroit, Michigan, standing 6‘2“ and weighing in at 243 pounds. This is CHRIS STEEL!

Tommy Cornell: MORGAN FREEMAN FTW!

John Greed: Just when you thought NLWF couldn’t possible be more awesome than it was, MORGAN F’N FREEMAN joins the land of no limits!

The referee holds the NLWF Freedom Championship proudly overhead before bringing it back down, calling for the bell.

■ BARBWIRE MASSACRE MATCH ■
NLWF Freedom Championship

■ LONDON CARTER ■vs■ CHRIS STEEL ■

[DING DING DING]

London Carter has a sadistic smile on his face as he looks at Chris Steel who is almost shaking.

Tommy Cornell: Never before have I seen anyone so terrified in a match!

John Greed: Can you blame him, in the short time we’ve seen him, London Carter has done damage!

London Carter tosses the barbwire baseball to Chris Steel and he catches it. London Carter moves in and spears Chris Steel into the cage wall. He pulls his shoulder out of the stomach of Chris Steel, then he grabs the back of his head and runs with him, sending him face first into the cage wall. London Carter watches Chris Steel bounce off the cage wall and fall to the middle of the ring.

Tommy Cornell: He gave Chris Steel a weapon and it still didn’t help!

John Greed: No it did not, London Carter showing he doesn’t need a barbwire baseball bat to whoop ass, but he has one anyway!

London Carter kicks the barbwire baseball bat out of the hands of Chris Steel, sending it to the corner, before he lifts him to his feet. London Carter kicks Chris Steel to the stomach, but he catches his foot following impact. London Carter jumps and brings his other leg up to kick Chris Steel across the face. Chris Steel drops to his knees.

Tommy Cornell: Enziguri!

John Greed: I suggest Chris Steel just stay down and let London Carter win, before he upsets him and has to pay for it!

London Carter lifts him up, immediately into a pumphandle slam, putting him down on the mat. London Carter runs to the corner and steps up the barbwire ball turnbuckles, jumping off with a moonsault down onto Chris Steel. London Carter points at the barbwire baseball bat near the cage door.

Tommy Cornell: Time for the violence to rise!

John Greed: The rules of this match say that you must make your opponent bleed, pin them, then they’ll have a ten second count to either get up and keep fighting or lose!

London Carter walks over to the barbwire baseball bat, picking it up. He watches as Chris Steel starts to move, then he looks over his shoulder with a smile. Chris Steel stands up and moves towards London Carter.

Tommy Cornell: Now Chris Steel is ready to fight!

John Greed: Look at those kicks! I’m impressed!

Chris Steel moves at London Carter throwing a Spin Kick followed by a Heel Kick. Neither strike comes close to London Carter as he maintains his position in the corner. Chris Steel attempts a Superkick following up with Roundhouse kick and High kick! London Carter watches as the foot of Chris Steel comes close his face for the first time. London Carter swings the barbwire baseball back and watches as it gets stuck to the head of Chris Steel, dropping him down to the mat.

Tommy Cornell: NEVER BRING A FOOT TO A BARBWIRE BASEBALL BAT FIGHT!

John Greed: Unless that foot is used to run away, like Chris Steel should have done! Unless you’re me of course! Nick Ridicule has a sick Nick Kick as well!

The barbwire baseball bat lays stuck in the head of Chris Steel down on the mat. London Carter looks at him then at the cage wall. London Carter runs to the corner nearest the door. He steps up the balls of barbwire turnbuckles, then he turns and continues running up the cage wall. London Carter moonsaults off of the cage wall and comes down with a leg drop down onto the barbwire baseball bat on the face of Chris Steel. The fans pop loud roaring as they move from side to side.

Tommy Cornell: WALL WALK MOONSAULT LEG DROP!

John Greed: London Carter hurts himself to not just hurt Chris Steel, but put on a show for Vegas!

London Carter pulls his leg away from the barbwire baseball bat, the barbs gripping to his pants and leg. He stands up holding the back of his leg as he looks down at Chris Steel bleeding profusely down in the center of ring.

Tommy Cornell: He’s drawn first blood!

John Greed: London Carter seems to love blood, it gets him psyched!

London Carter pulls the barbwire baseball bat off of the face of Chris Steel. As he lifts the barbwire baseball it lifts Chris Steel to a seated position. London Carter jumps up holding the end of the barbwire baseball bat, he connects a mushroom stomp to the face of Chris Steel, pulling the weapon away as he connects with two feet to his face.

Tommy Cornell: He got his bat back!

John Greed: In a violent way! I may have just found me new favorite in the NLWF!

London Carter looks at the blood on the barbwire baseball bat with a sadistic smile. He tosses the weapon to the door and watches as it gets caught in the barbwire mess.

Tommy Cornell: He had the freedom to choose what the rules were for the Freedom title during his reign, this is the match he created and he owns in it!

John Greed: That’s the specialty of that Freedom Championship, you always have an advantage as its your match!

London Carter hooks the legs of Chris Steel under his arm. He leans back sending Chris Steel launching into the corner with a slingshot. Chris Steel hits and gets stuck to the barbwire door, the barbwire ring ropes and the barbwire ball turnbuckles. London Carter climbs up Chris Steel in the corner, grabbing onto the cage wall as he uses his feet to push Chris Steel deeper into the barbwire mess. London Carter jumps and connects a double stomp into the back of Chris Still stuck to the barbwire.

“YOU SICK FUCK!” “YOU SICK FUCK!” “YOU SICK FUCK!”

Tommy Cornell: Mushroom stomp out of the corner!

John Greed: Look at Chris Steel tangled in that barbwire wreckage!

London Carter lands another mushroom stomp into the back of Chris Steel, this time rolling off down to the ring.

Tommy Cornell: Another one! This time with a tuck and roll!

John Greed: After the performances he’s put on as Freedom Champion already, I don’t think anyone will want to fight for Freedom!

London Carter climbs up the corner again, pulling Chris Steel up as he does. The barbwire grabs onto Chris Steel as he’s pulled away from it.

Tommy Cornell: The barbwire becomes you!

John Greed: It enters and doesn’t let go without a fight!

London Carter manages to pull Chris Steel up so that they are both standing on the top barbwire ball turnbuckle.

Tommy Cornell: What has he got set up now!?

John Greed: Whatever the fuck he wants!

London Carter slowly hooks the arm of Chris Steel around his head.

Tommy Cornell: Chris Steel is a bloody mess, I can’t even tell how many different wounds he’s bleeding from!

John Greed: Too many!

London Carter lifts Chris Steel up for a suplex, sending him back first into the top of the barbwire rimmed steel cage top as he stands on the top barbwire ball turnbuckle.

Tommy Cornell: London Carter tries to suplex him over the cage wall!

John Greed: I don’t think that’s what he’s doing Tommy, look!

London Carter turns around pulling Chris Steel down with a massive jackhammer from the top turnbuckle down into the center of the ring. London Carter lands on top of Chris Steel.

Tommy Cornell: #Brainwash. GET THAT BITCH TRENDING!

John Greed: Oh you kids and your tweeter!

London Carter stands up and he places his foot on the chest of Chris Steel. As the referee walks over to make the count, London Carter takes the Freedom Championship from him.

-1-2-3-

The referee stands up and asks London Carter to move away from the bloody and battered Chris Steel.

Tommy Cornell: It’s all over, just a ten count remains!

John Greed: Two incredible performances back to back here at City of Evil!

The referee begins his count, the fans in attendance chanting along with him as he does.

“1-2-3-4”

London Carter walks to the door and grabs his barbwire baseball bat off of it.

“6-7”

Tommy Cornell: I think that brainbuster jackhammer from the top rope broke the neck of Chris Steel!

“8”

John Greed: You could count to one hundred ref, it’s not going to make a difference!

“9”

London Carter walks to a corner and climbs up the barbwire ball turnbuckles before climbing up the cage wall.

“10!”

The referee calls for the bell as London Carter celebrates looking over the cage walls out into the sea of humanity making up the crowd.

[Ding Ding Ding]

Morgan Freeman: Here is your victor, still the reigning and defending NLWF Freedom Champion, London Carter!

Tommy Cornell: This match was originally labeled as a battle of the realest. The only thing real was the real beating London Carter put on Chris Steel!

John Greed: The Real Carter has put the No Limit Nation on notice with his dominant win here tonight!

London Carter throws himself over the barbwire and begins to climb down the outside of the cage wall. He jumps off and lands in front of the ramp down on one knee. London Carter throws the Freedom Championship over his shoulder as he stares at the blood splattered barbwire baseball bat.

Tommy Cornell: You can tell already that the path of immortality is going to be paved in gold for some and blood for others!

John Greed: Thank you London Carter for bringing blood and barbwired violence back into the land of no limits!

London Carter makes his way up the entrance ramp, looking out at the crowd. He stops in front of a City of Evil cameraman making sure the show is on him.

London Carter
Barbwire for Freedom! Brooklyn, New York representing! James Shark you’re next, I’m coming for you with a wave of violence that will haunt your nightmares! You don’t have to put the NLWF title on the line, we will fight for Freedom!

Tommy Cornell: London Carter, officially the show opener here tonight, has just challenge James Shark one of the main eventers!

John Greed: Well for those of you painfully unaware of what has transpired over the last month, James Shark was arrested for gay bashing and beating down a friend of London Carter, landing him a six month prison sentence!

London Carter pushes the camera away from him and he continues up the stage. He stops at the top of the stage and raises his Freedom Championship and Barbwire Baseball Bat.


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City of Evil shows a S.W.A.T. team truck arriving at the Sin City Arena followed in the front and back by a police escort. They park in the parking structure, pulling up in front of the entrance doors. The S.W.A.T. truck opens the back door and James Shark is unloaded by three police officers out of the truck.

Tommy Cornell: Speak of the black devil!

John Greed: They are going above and beyond to make sure James Shark doesn’t get away!

James Shark is escorted in the Sin City arena by the S.W.A.T. team and several Las Vegas Police Department officers. They enter cracking jokes as they talk about the beating they put on him at Fusion.

James Shark
Keep talkin haters, I’m taken the NLWF Title back with me tonight!

They continue to escort him into the arena walking past the catering area where James Shark immediately notices Brooklyn Carter. She turns away from the food and looks at him in cuffs and leg shackles..

James Shark
I’mma win the belt for you baby, and give it to you!

James Shark looks at Brooklyn Carter shaking his head as he stops shouting. The police officers look at each other, then at James Shark.

James Shark
What’ll it take to talk to her?

Officer
“You give us your fight purse for your match and you can talk to her before and after the show.”

James Shark
Now and after the show? Fo real?

“Sure, we’ll allow her to see your remains after Ridicule slaughters you!”

The force begins to laugh as James Shark looks down. He nods his head.

James Shark
Yeye, I can do that. I’m not broke like you bitches!

They grab James Shark by the back of his head and neck, then drag him over to the catering area as Brooklyn Carter watches with her hand over her mouth. They release James Shark and step away a few feet, giving them a bit of space.

James Shark
Listen yo, I’m so so...

Before James Shark can say anything else he’s speared down to the ground by London Carter.

Brooklyn Carter
London no!

The police force stands in front of Brooklyn Carter, not allowing her to see what her brother does to her baby daddy. London Carter presses the head of the barbwire baseball bat down into the throat of James Shark, the barbs cutting him under his chin.

London Carter
You aren’t going to say anything else to my sister! Not without me smashing every last tooth in your mouth first! You blew it loser! She’s not going to that hell hole prison you got yourself in! She’s not going to have anything to do with the hell hole that is your life! I have the Freedom in the No Limit Wrestling Federation, to KILL YOU!

London Carter drops down, removing the head of the bat from the throat of James Shark, replacing it with his hand. He chokes James Shark who can’t defend himself due to the cuffs and shackles, though he struggles as his eyes open, looking dead into the eyes of London Carter.

London Carter
Don’t push me that far!

London Carter laughs and kisses James Shark to his cheek. He jumps up to his feet and holds the barbwire baseball bat above his head.

London Carter
Now to take your teeth! THE REAL DENTIST IS IN!

London Carter swings down as hard as he can, but the barbwire baseball bat is pulled from his hands. He stumbles forward from the force, then spins around to go face to face with Nick Ridicule who holds his bat.

Nick Ridicule
We had a deal! I promised you I wouldn’t kill him in the main event, just so that you can! You can’t kill him before I beat him in the main event!

London Carter
Oh come on! I was just going to take a few of his teeth...

Nick Ridicule and London Carter both look at the barbwire baseball bat as it’s held up. London Carter smiles and raises his eyebrows at Nick Ridicule who smirks.

Nick Ridicule
You’ll have your shot.

Nick Ridicule tosses the barbwire baseball bat up and it’s caught by London Carter.

Nick Ridicule
Tonight is much bigger than any one of our personal conflicts. Tonight is about The Federation.

Nick Ridicule notices London Carter staring at the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship on his shoulder. Nick Ridicule looks at the Freedom Championship on the shoulder of London Carter.

Nick Ridicule
Way to set the bar tonight, you’re going to be a great champion.

London Carter looks at Nick Ridicule and nods. He backs away slowly, holding his arms out as if to say, “He’ all yours..” London Carter turns around and begins to whistle as he walks. He grabs the hand of Brooklyn Carter as she tries to look for James Shark past the guards.

London Carter
I’m going to kill you for making my sister cry Shark.

London Carter continues to whistle until he and his sister turn the corner. Nick Ridicule looks down at James Shark who stares up at him, a furious expression on his face. Nick Ridicule extends his hand to help James Shark to his feet, but he shakes his head no. Nick Ridicule reaches down grabbing the chain and cuffs, lifting him to his feet by them instead.

Nick Ridicule
Are you so hard headed and proud that you can’t even see when someone is trying to help you? Or in this case, literally just did help you! I saved Carter from smashing your face in, even though you deserve it!

James Shark
Should have let him hit me!

Nick Ridicule
One day you’ll get it. Maybe I’ll be the one to humble you, but I doubt it at this point. But one day I know you’ll get it and you’ll be truly great someday.

James Shark
I’m truly great right now!

Nick Ridicule
UNTIL YOU’VE GOT THIS!

Nick Ridicule holds up the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship, pushing it against the face of James Shark unable to stop him.

Nick Ridicule
UNTIL YOU HAVE BEEN A MAJOR TITLE HOLDER SIXTEEN FUCKING TIMES! UNTIL YOU HAVE CARRIED A FEDERATION ON YOUR BACK! UNTIL YOU ARE IMMORTALIZED FOR THE THINGS YOU HAVE DONE, NOT FOR YOURSELF, BUT FOR THE FEDERATION TO PROSPER!

Nick Ridicule shakes his head violently, pulling the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship back onto his shoulder, bringing his face close to the face on James Shark.

Nick Ridicule
You are not great. You are nothing but someone on the path of greatness. Someone with a chance, an opportunity for greatness. Don’t be someone who claims greatness, be someone who shows it!

Nick Ridicule and James Shark have a stare down as the shot circles around them, the entire S.W.A.T and police force watching on enthralled. Nick Ridicule smirks as he slowly pulls his face away.

Nick Ridicule
Don’t worry sweetheart, I don’t roll like Carter, I’m not gonna kiss you! Except for with my fists and feet.

Nick Ridicule winks at James Shark then he turns his back on him and walks away.

James Shark
I’m taking that strap!

Nick Ridicule ignores James Shark.

Nick Ridicule
Some elbows.. Knees... I’m going to throw you around a bit.. probably...

Nick Ridicule turns the corner out of sight. The shot shows James Shark as the S.W.A.T and police force surround him getting closer and closer. He closes his eyes and drops his head with a sigh as City of Evil moves to ringside.

Tommy Cornell: How fitting would it be to have a No Limit Wrestling Federation Champion who is in prison?

John Greed: Why would that be fitting?

Tommy Cornell: Well it would be ironic! Considering NLWF was lawless for so many years!

John Greed: Very true.

Sammy Flawless and Jacob Knight stand in the ring. I Walk Alone by Saliva plays in the arena as Jimbo Slice comes out wearing his Slice #69 49ers Jersey. He walks to the center of the stage and tears his jersey in half as firework sparks shoot at either side of him.

Tommy Cornell: I hope we don’t get sued because of Jimbo Slice!

John Greed: You think he’s pulling a Danny The Trash Man Bitch Slapped?

Jimbo Slice walks down the ramp the fans starting to turn on him with boos. Jimbo Slice walks over to the guardrail and grabs a sign from a fans hand then rips it up. He continues ringside where he grabs the “CAME FOR THE SLICE!” sign and holds it up for the audience to see. He brings it down and holds it out for the fan, then pulls it back as he tries to grab it. Jimbo Slice rips the sign up in front of the fan, then he uses the pieces to wipe his ass.

Tommy Cornell: Wow, Jimbo Slice is a bit of a douchebag!

John Greed: HAHAHA! Oh that is great!

Jimbo Slice throws the sign pieces at the fan letting the rain down on him as he laughs. The fan jumps the guardrail and Jimbo Slice stomps him out until security comes.

John Greed: I haven’t seen someone taunt a fan into an beat down since we used to do it back in the day!

Tommy Cornell: ONCE YOU CROSS THAT GUARDRAIL YOU’RE IN THE LAND OF NO LIMITS!

John Greed: I promise you that guy will not be a Jimbo Slice fan the next time we come to Vegas!

Tommy Cornell: He also wont be here the next time we come to Vegas! But welcome to the wall of shame backstage!

Jimbo Slice waves goodbye as the fan is escorted out of City of Evil, out of the Sin City arena. Before Jimbo Slice can enter the ring, he watches as a man makes his way down the ramp, bag of popcorn in one hand a glass of wine in the other.

Tommy Cornell: Why does this guy look so familiar?

John Greed: Hmmm.. I’m pretty good with face, but I don’t really know.

He walks past Jimbo Slice and motions for him to follow. He does cautiously as the man walks over to the announcers table, joining the side of Tommy Cornell. He places his wine down on the table and grabs the microphone.

Tommy Cornell: Oh, It’s..

John Greed: STEVEN ANGEL!

Tommy Cornell: Aw fucker, beat me to it!

John Greed: SCORE! One to zero buddy!

Steven Angel
What a show, what a show! Who knows what will happen next, am I right?

Steven Angel steps up onto the International announcing table looking out into the mess of fans in the audience.

Steven Angel
Like Steven Angel making his return to the No Limit Wrestling Federation right here tonight at City of Evil, against a man who defeated Dave Zombie on Direct Hit, Sammy Flawless!

Steven Angel jumps down from the table and lands in front of Jimbo Slice.

Steven Angel
So what do you say Jimbo? How about we split this match into two!?

Jimbo Slice nods then he slides into the ring. Sammy Flawless exits the ring as Jacob Knight shrugs and prepares for battle.

Morgan Freeman: Where else, but the No Limit Wrestling Federation, can you find excitement such as this around every corner? This triple threat match has now been split, into two singles matches. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada! Standing 6'8“ and weighing in at 365 Pounds, Jacob Knight!

The hometown crowd cheers for Jacob Knight as Jimbo Slice screams at them to shut up.

Morgan Freeman: his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia. Standing 6‘6“ and weighing in at 275 pounds, “The Animal All-Star” Jimbo Slice!

The fans boo as Jimbo Slice flexes, admiring his own physique. He points out at them, then he smacks his ass.

Tommy Cornell: Thank you for being a No Limit Wrestling Federation fan Morgan Freeman!

John Greed: He makes everything even more amazing than it already is!

Tommy Cornell: He is going to get SO many freckles for City of Evil!

John Greed: SOUTH PARK FTW!

Tommy Cornell: Two very large heavyweights about to go at it!

John Greed: I hope this isn’t a boring match, Steven Angel may have the right idea, popcorn break!




■ JACOB KNIGHT ■vs■ JIMBO SLICE ■

[DING DING DING]

Jimbo Slice runs and tackles Jacob Knight as he steps at him. Jimbo Slice jumps up to his feet and begins to shake the top rope violently as he’s jacked up from the impact.

Tommy Cornell: SUED!

John Greed: He’s a former football star Tommy, that tackle has to have been one of the hardest in the NLWF, especially now that he’s not restricted by so much padding.

Jimbo Slice stops shaking the rope and he lifts Jacob Knight to his feet watching the rope still moving up and down. Jimbo Slice runs Jacob Knight to the nonshaking ropes then he ducks down and allows him to jump over on the rebound. Jacob Knight hits the shaking rope and it launches him into Jimbo Slice as he stands up, he catches him and lifts him higher before spinebustering him down into the mat.

Tommy Cornell: Wow, he took what would have just been a boring ass power move and he made it devastating and entertaining!

John Greed: Coming from the background Jimbo Slice does, his style is going to be unlike any we’ve seen!

Jimbo Slice bounces back to his feet from the force of the spinebuster. He stares down at Jacob Knight and roars at him.

Tommy Cornell: I love watching these new styles, that’s one of the things that makes NLWF matches so unique.

John Greed: Everyone has something they’re bringing and with no limits, any style can succeed!

Jimbo Slice lifts a limp Jacob Knight up to his knees.

Tommy Cornell: It’s so many different elements in each match that just makes for a show like no other!

John Greed: Jimbo Slice setting up a powerbomb here.

Jimbo Slice puts the head of Jacob Knight between his legs and he lifts him up for a powerbomb. Jimbo Slice runs and he powerbombs Jacob Knight into the corner. He lifts Jacob Knight and runs across the ring powerbombing him into the next corner. Jimbo Slice lifts him out of the corner and spins around before cross the ring running diagonally to powerbomb him into a third corner. Jimbo Slice lifts him out of the corner and runs across the ring and powerbombs him into the fourth and final corner.

Tommy Cornell: Jacob Knight playing the role of The Silent One here tonight!

John Greed: IF HE DIES HE DIES!

Jimbo Slice walks to the center of the ring. He begins to spin around in the center of the ring getting the crowd to count each time he spins around.

Tommy Cornell: How many times is he going to spin him!?

John Greed: ELEVEN!

Jimbo Slice jumps with Jacob Knight still spinning around as he brings him down with a sit down powerbomb. The head of Jimbo Slice circles around and stops as he shakes it out. The rerferee drops down and makes the count.

-1-2-3-

The referee calls for the bell.

Morgan Freeman: Here is your winner, Jimbo Slice..

Jimbo Slice stands up with a stagger still dizzy from the powerbomb. He raises his arm, pulling it away from the referee refusing to let him touch him. Jimbo Slice looks out at Sammy Flawless, then at Steven Angel.

Tommy Cornell: So many great pay per view debuts here tonight!

John Greed: The future of the NLWF is a bright one!

Steven Angel claps his hands, as the rest of the place boos.He eats a handful of popcorn and slides into the ring. then motions for Sammy Flawless to bring it on. Sammy Flawless stands leaned against the guardrail with his arms cross. He steps forward and slides into the ring. Jimbo Slice flexes in the center of the ring, posing as the fans boo, some of them throwing drinks at him. He dodges the beverages as he leaves the ring, walking over to the announcers table. He knuckle bumps Morgan Freeman as he stands up.

Morgan Freeman: The following match, is an impromptu revenge match. Introducing first, from Miami, Florida. Standing 6‘1“ and weighing in at 215 pounds, Sammy Flawless.

Sammy Flawless points at the leg of Steven Angel. He shakes his head with a smirk as he drops down to sit in his corner.

Morgan Freeman: His opponent, from Coventry, England. Standing 5‘9“ and weighing in at 230 pounds, Steven Angel.

Steven Angel pulls himself up out of the corner and he raises his arms into the air.

Steven Angel
I’m going to show Dave Zombie how it’s done!

Before the referee can call for the bell, beat it by fall out boy hits the sound system getting the attention of everyone as they look to the stage. Matt Gray comes out onto the stage in a suit followed by The Crown Jewels of England.

Tommy Cornell: THE GRAY WOLF! Matt Gray and his classy crew, the Crown Jewels of England.

John Greed: Did you join them or something?

Tommy Cornell: NO! ...ok... Yeah, I did! I am a Crown Jewel of England after all!

John Greed: I wonder if that’s why they are coming out, to recruit Steven Angel?

Matt Gray gives a double thumbs up to Steven Angel in the ring as he walks around it followed by his group. They walk past the announcers tables.

Matt Gray
How’s it going, Mr. Cornell?

Tommy Cornell
See that, a gentlemen also greets a gentlemen using his surname, CLASS! Going great Mr. Gray!

Matt Gray jumps the guardrail and has a seat in the first row in an empty section behind the announcers. His team joins him jumping the guardrail, quickly filling up the section. Matt Gray stands up and turns around, he waves at the crowd giving him a nice reaction of cheers and clapping before he sits down again and gets comfortable.

Tommy Cornell: It looks at though we will be joined by Crown Jewels of England personal announcer, Christopher King!

Christopher King has a seat next to Tommy Cornell. He places the spare headset on.

Christopher King: Pleasure being here tonight with you gentlemen... Even you Greedy..

John Greed: I hope you’re not going to announce this match with us..

The referee calls for the bell.




■ SAMMY FLAWLESS ■vs■ STEVEN ANGEL ■

[DING DING DING]

Steven Angel grabs his bag of popcorn. He takes one and tosses it up, then he catches it in his mouth.

Tommy Cornell: Impressive!

Christopher King: The Crown Jewels of England have their eyes set on Steven Angel, former two time Undisputed Champion here in NLWF!

John Greed: Scouting him because he can catch popcorn in his mouth? Or because he had two reigns that didn’t last a day!?

Sammy Flawless points to the bag of popcorn, then to his mouth. Steven Angel nods then reaches into his bag. Sammy Flawless prepares as Steven Angel throws an entire handful of popcorn up. Sammy Flawless looks up frantically as he watches all the popcorn. Steven Angel moves in and shoves the bag into his mouth backing him up into the corner.

Tommy Cornell: Tricky guy that Steven Angel!

Christopher King: Played Sammy Flawless for a fool! Much like you Greed!

John Greed: Which one of is is dressed like king? Who is really the fool?

Steven Angel shoves the bag into the mouth of Sammy Flawless then he belly to belly suplexes out of the corner. As Sammy Flawless gets up spitting the bag out, Steven Angel runs out of the corner and connects a neckbreaker, jumping into a cover following up.

-1-2-3

Steven Angel pulls Sammy Flawless off the mat, not letting the referee finish his count.

Tommy Cornell: First near fall of the night and it’s because Steven Angel isn’t done!

Christopher King: Leave it to Steven Angel to pass on a victory in order to inflict more damage!

John Greed: That’s my line!

Steven Angel locks Sammy Flawless in an ankle lock but he’s close enough to the ropes to grab on quickly. Steven Angel throws the leg of Sammy Flawless up to the ropes, forcing him into a headstand so he can kick him to the face with a soccer kick. Steven Angel lifts Sammy Flawless up into a German Suplex in one swift motion, throwing him across the ring, landing on the back of his head and neck.

Tommy Cornell: Steven Angel has always been a vicious guy inside that ring, but he’s added a showman like charisma that I don’t remember him having.

Christopher King: You have to keep in mind how young Steven Angel was back when he was part of the NLWF, he and everyone else has grown so much since then!

John Greed: You have to evolve and add things to your game or you get left behind!

Steven Angel drops down and begins to do pressups as he waits for Sammy Flawless. Steven Angel continues and he stands up at the same time as Sammy Flawless. Steven Angel shoves Sammy Flawless into the ropes and catches him with a spinning backbreaker on the rebound. Steven Angel stands up pointing at the corner as he walks to it.

Tommy Cornell: He is showing Sammy Flawless and Dave Zombie up in this match!

Christopher King: This is a message to that freak Dave Zombie, that Steven Angel is the man in charge, in control!

John Greed: What in the hell are you even talking about?

Steven Angel climbs to the top turnbuckle as he motions with his hands out to the crowd getting them louder and louder as he waits motioning. He raises his arms pointing up then he jumps and comes down with a crushing flying elbow drop down into the jaw, neck, and chest of Sammy Flawless. Steven Angel lays back on Sammy Flawless placing his hands behind his head as with the nonchalant cover.

-1-2-3

Steven Angel stands up breaking the cover, getting the referee to warn him.

Tommy Cornell: He’s not doing anything wrong!

Christopher King: True, if he doesn’t want to get the cover, the referee can’t stop him!

John Greed: But he should be working always to finish the fight, not keep it going!

Steven Angel slowly lifts Sammy Flawless to his feet. Steven Angel grabs the head of Sammy Flawless and reverse sweeps him, making sure that his face is the first part of his body that hits the mat.

Tommy Cornell: Touched by an Angel!

Christopher King: Show us on this doll where the Angel touched you Sammy Flawless!

John Greed: Oh dear god!

Steven Angel pins Sammy Flawless, putting his foot on his face.

-1-2-3-

The referee calls for the bell and Steven Angel drops down to lock in a figure four leglock until Sammy Flawless begins to tap out. The referee jumps in to pull Steven Angel away.

[Ding Ding Ding]

Morgan Freeman: Your winner of this impromptu match, Steven Angel!

Steven Angel breaks the hold and steps away to the corner of the ring followed in by the referee.

Tommy Cornell: An impressive victory by a crown jewel of england in the making!

Christopher King: He would be a welcomed addition to a group that’s on the rise with a leader who has been NLWF champion! Adding a former Undisputed Champion would be a delight!

John Greed: Delightful, now leave, the match is over and we can’t have you throwing off our commentary!

Matt Gray stands up and is handed a microphone from Christopher King.

Matt Gray
Very impressive Steven Angel my friend. As you may or may not know, I have a group currently on Direct Hit, in negotiation with Legacy, called the Crown Jewels of England! I made an offer to someone on the roster on Direct Hit, but she hasn’t gotten back to me. Tonight, I’m offering you a spot in the group. I’ll give you a week to consider my offer.

Steven Angel nods as he looks at Matt Gray. His focus shifts to Jimbo Slice who has his arms crossed as he doesn’t look impressed. He yawns and Steven Angel slides out of the ring. Steven Angel bumps chest to chest with Jimbo Slice who gives him a shove.

Tommy Cornell: Looks like these two are about to get it on!

Christopher King: Steven Angel could fight another ten guys if he wanted to!

John Greed: They might as well fight, turn what would have been a triple threat, into a tournament.

Steven Angel grabs his glass of wine from the announcers table and he splashes the rest into the face of Jimbo Slice who reaches out and grabs him by his throat. Steven Angel breaks the wine glass over the head of Jimbo Slice as he throat tosses him over the announcers table into Christopher King, then over the guardrail at the feet of The Crown Jewels of England.

Tommy Cornell: He sliced slice!

Christopher King: Awww... damn... Gr.. help...

John Greed: That’s exactly what you deserve! Thank you Jimbo!

Matt Gray stands up checking on Steven Angel, but the man who emerges from the arena floor at his feet is Dave Zombie, masked and angry he stands up with a roar.

Tommy Cornell: HOLY SHIT! He scared the hell out of me!

John Greed: Steven Angel seems to have transformed into Dave Zombie!

Dave Zombie steps over the guardrail and passes by the announcers. He passes right by Jimbo Slice who has his fists up ready to fight. Dave Zombie enters the ring and grabs Sammy Flawless by his throat, lifting him to his feet.

Tommy Cornell: It’s as if his scuffle with Jimbo Slice was just forgotten!

John Greed: He’s after revenge on Sammy Flawless!

Dave Zombie lifts Sammy Flawless up high into the air then brings him down with a huge chokeslam. Dave Zombie drags Sammy Flawless by his arm to the corner of the ring, then lifts him up for a piledriver. Dave Zombie steps to the middle turnbuckle, then he jumps off and spikes Sammy Flawless onto the top of his head.

Tommy Cornell: A SICK PILEDRIVER!

John Greed: Now what’s he doing?

Dave Zombie steps up to the middle turnbuckle but before he can jump of, he’s shoved by Jimbo Slice. Dave Zombie falls over the ropes down to the ringside floor as Jimbo Slice walks past him and makes his way up the ramp.

Tommy Cornell: Not only did Jimbo Slice piss off Steven Angel, but his pissed off Dave Zombie as well!

John Greed: You don't want either of those psychos pissed off at you, but to have both of them pissed off in the same body, he'll do anything to get at Jimbo Slice!

Dave Zombie rips his mask off and he stands up as Steven Angel, looking at the mask, then at Jimbo Slice as he backs up the ramp.

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Backstage Nick Ridicule stands by the gorilla position chatting up the gorilla position crew, making them laugh. He turns around and watches as Alice Wright walks toward him. He looks over at Sheyanne Successful waiting at the bottom of the steps that lead to the curtain. She waves at Nick Ridicule, then flips Alice Wright off as she gets close to him. Alice Wright smiles and looks at Nick Ridicule.

Nick Ridicule
I just wanted to wish you the best out there. I wont be in your corner, but just remember what we practiced and you’ll do amazing! Stick to the gameplan, be Alice Wright out there and all will go right.

Alice Wright
Thank you so much for letting me train with you over the last month, it’s really meant a lot. I’m still so nervous though.

Nick Ridicule
If it makes you feel any better, I’ll be right here the entire match. It’ll be just like the first day we met. Only this time it’ll be in front of almost one hundred thousand people.

Nick Ridicule winks at Alice Wright as she smiles nervously. Nick Ridicule moves in close to Alice Wright. She closes her eyes and moves in close to him but they both of their faces grabbed by Alison Williams. They are pushed back and she looks at them, pissed off.

Alison Williams
What in the hells were you two thinking attacking Boo Bear and I on Fusion!?

Nick Ridicule goes to say something but Alison Williams grabs his lips.

Alison Williams
Shut up, k?

Alice Wright tries to say something but Alison Williams grabs her lips as well.

Alison Williams
You don’t have the right to say anything at all! Who the hell do you think you are? Nobody, that’s who! But that’ll change if you can beat Sheyanne Successful, because I’m going to defend the Women’s World Wrestling Championship against the winner!

She lets go of their lips, then she rolls her eyes.

Alison Williams
Also, stop being such virgins and just fuck and get it over with!

She snaps her fingers and turns around to walk away. She walks off as Nick Ridicule and Alice Wright look at each other.

Nick Ridicule
Told you we could sucker her into giving you a shot at the title.

Alice Wright
Now to earn it!

Nick Ridicule
That’a girl!

Alice Wright walks to the bottom of the steps as Sheyanne Successful makes her way out past the curtain.

Tommy Cornell: This match was already highly anticipated having built up really great hype and publicity over the last month.

John Greed: Now it’s even bigger, its a #1 Contenders match!

Sheyanne Successful walks out onto the stage as I Dont Like -Kanye West Remix plays in the arena. She makes her way down to the ring, rolling her ankle on the way down, but she no sells it and keeps walking. She smacks her ass at a fan in the audience before she enters the ring under the bottom rope, rubbing herself on the ring mat before she stands up.

Tommy Cornell: Something oddly sexy about her.

John Greed: That’s because you love crazy girls!

Swagger Jacker - Cher Lloyd hits and the fans get on there feet cheering for the little Wild Child and underdog Alice Wright as she heads out from the back wearing her usual unique entrance attire getting these people excited as she heads out from the back with a smile on her face and some pep in her step. Heading down the ramp with that grin she high fives a few of the fans along the way heading to the other side to show them some love as well before walking around the ring to the side jumping up onto the ring apron.

Walking along the ropes she looks out at the fans with a grin before using the ropes to propel herself over them heading straight to the top rope where she jumps up throwing both of her arms high into the air, before jumping back down getting ready for action.

Tommy Cornell: We had the privilege of training with Ms. Wright and Mr. Ridicule in England, two incredibly gifted talents in the NLWF!

John Greed: We tortured them as much as we could, but in the end it was them who were able to break us down! Great fun!

Morgan Freeman: The following contest is now a number one contenders match for the Women’s World Wrestling Championship! Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York. Standing 5‘ and weighing in at 90 pounds, Sheyanne Successful!

Sheyanne Successful throws her hands up and she walks over to blow Morgan Freeman a kiss. He catches the kiss and places it in his chest pocket.

Morgan Freeman: Her opponent, from Bromsgrove, Worcestershire, UK. Standing 5‘1“ and weighing in at 105 pounds. Alice Wright!

Alice Wright smiles as she looks around at all the people cheering her on, pointing at signs with her name, waving to the fan. the referee brings the ladies to the center of the ring, then she calls for the bell.

Tommy Cornell: Female referee, lets see how she does..

John Greed: I bet she sure can make a sandwich!



Women's World Wrestling Championship #1 Contenders Match
■ SHEYANNE SUCCESSFUL ■vs■ ALICE WRIGHT ■

[DING DING DING]

Sheyanne Successful and Alice Wright step chest to chest in the middle of the ring. The fans stand up and cheer the ladies as they have an intense stare down. Sheyanne Successful drops down out of sight and comes up with a double leg takedown on Alice Wright.

Tommy Cornell: For the first time tonight, we see what the women can do inside the no limit ring.

John Greed: Big moment in NLWF history right here.

Sheyanne Successful controls Alice Wright on the mat, landing overhand punches down into her head until she grabs her wrist stopping the strikes. Sheyanne Successful gets her shoulders down on the mat and the referee drops down.

-1-2-

Alice Wright bridges out of the pinfall, then she kicks her legs up and ends up on top of Sheyanne Successful. Alice Wright lands two forearm strikes down into her face, then she pins her with her forearm in her neck.

-1-2-

Sheyanne Successful wrestles out of the pinfall with a sweep getting both girls to their feet. Sheyanne Successful arm drags Alice Wright but she flips through it and lands on her feet. Sheyanne Successful pulls Alice Wright into a clothesline however and she drops down for a pin.

-1-2-

Alice Wright kicks out.

Tommy Cornell: Alice Wright with a nice counter, but she eats a powerful clothesline because of it!

John Greed: I am loving all these matches here tonight, a wide range of everything you could ever ask for and so much more!

Sheyanne Successful lifts Alice Wright up off the mat and she connects the arm drag this time. Alice Wright lands and rolls up to her feet, keeping her momentum going, running to the ropes. She rebounds with a handspring back elbow into Sheyanne Successful who connects a dropkick to her back, sending her forward through the ropes to the ring apron.

Tommy Cornell: Alice Wright is doing a fantastic job of fighting past all these moves, but Sheyanne Successful is two steps ahead of her to start this match off.

John Greed: She seems to have a counter to the counter.

Sheyanne Successful runs and baseball slide dropkicks the feet of Alice Wright on the apron as she stands up. Alice Wright goes straight down and hits the apron chin first, falling back to the ringside floor near the entrance ramp.

Tommy Cornell: What she doesn’t want though is for Sheyanne Successful to get a big advantage!

John Greed: She can’t afford that, she has to do anything it takes to fight back now.

Sheyanne Successful taunts the audience as Alice Wright fights up to her feet on the outside. Sheyanne Successful notices and leans on the ropes motioning for her to get up.

Tommy Cornell: Sheyanne Successful is confident!

John Greed: That’s the first rule of the team confidence gym, gotta be confident!

Alice Wright stands up using the ring apron. Sheyanne Successful runs across the ring and throws another baseball slide. Alice Wright is ready for it as she lifts the ring apron and lets Sheyanne Successful get caught up in it.

Tommy Cornell: Alice Wright with a counter Sheyanne Successful can’t counter!

John Greed: She’s caught by the ring skirt, smooth move!

Alice Wright attacks with a flurry of punches into the face of Sheyanne Successful, landing lefts and rights. She steps back and throws a Nick Kick hitting Sheyanne Successful to the face, dropping he down under the ring skirt. Alice Wright gives a thumbs up as she leans against the ring apron again. The referee begins his count.

Tommy Cornell: These two young ladies have the chance of a lifetime here tonight.

John Greed: Very true, this has got to be the biggest moment of their lives and we are all witnessing it unfold!

“1-2”

Alice Wright stomps the ring skirt then she moves it off of Sheyanne Successful.

“3”

She lifts her to the feet and is pushed away. Sheyanne Successful dives forward for a takedown but Alice Wright jumps up and backwards onto the ring steps. Sheyanne Successful dives head first into the steps as Alice Wright watches, standing above.

“4-5”

Tommy Cornell: Now it’s Alice who counters a counter attempt!

John Greed: Sheyanne Successful hit those steps with a lot of force, she could be out cold!

“6”

Alice Wright reaches down and grabs the hair of Sheyanne Successful lifting her to her feet. Alice Wright jumps from the ring steps and wraps her legs around the head of Sheyanne Successful, spinning her down and around.

“7”

Tommy Cornell: Diving hurricanrana from Alice Wright!

John Greed: She has to get back into the ring though!

“8”

Alice Wright stands up and runs to the ring diving in with a slide.

“9”

Alice Wright rolls out of the ring and shakes her head.

Tommy Cornell: Not like that she says!

John Greed: She doesn’t want the biggest moment of her life to be tarnished.

Alice Wright reaches down and grabs Sheyanne Successful, lifting her to her feet.

Tommy Cornell: She wants to beat Sheyanne Successful in the ring or be beat by her there, but she refuses to leave questions unanswered with a count out.

John Greed: One classy competitor.

Alice Wright rolls Sheyanne Successful into the ring, then follows her in with a pinfall, hooking both legs.

-1-2-3

Sheyanne Successful manages to kick her legs out of the grasp of Alice Wright as she shoots her shoulder off the canvas.

Tommy Cornell: From the violence we started the show with, to whatever it was we witnessed with Jimbo Slice, Dave Zombie and Steven Angel, to the grace we are watching right now!

John Greed: A buffet of awesomeness delivered all you can eat style by the NLWF!

Alice Wright locks a body scissors on Sheyanne Successful, wrapping her legs around her. She squeezes her legs tight forcing Sheyanne Successful to let out a screen as she gasps for air unable to refill her lungs. Sheyanne Successful rolls to her hands and knees with Alice Wright wrapped around her on her back. Alice Wright leans forward and pushes up on the mat, then uses her body to smash Sheyanne Successful down face first into the mat the leg scissors still applied tight.

Tommy Cornell: Brilliant technique there to attack while applying the hold!

John Greed: You can tell Alice Wright has been well trained, but Sheyanne Successful knew the position to get into the alleviate the pressure of the body scissors!

Alice Wright smashes Sheyanne Successful down into the mat again, but this time she fights back rolling to the ropes, using them to start to get up. Sheyanne Successful manages to pull herself up to her feet but Alice Wright breaks the body scissors then sends her face first into the corner. Alice Wright runs following her in, then she jumps and drives duel knees into her back watching as she crumbles down in the corner.

Tommy Cornell: What a match we are seeing here, and to think I thought this would be a snoozer!

John Greed: NO SUCH THING IN THE LAND OF NO LIMITS! It’s all good! It’s all gravy!

Alice Wright lifts Sheyanne Successful up in the corner, then she climbs the turnbuckles standing over her. Alice Wright begins to pound punches into the head of Sheyanne Successful getting the crowd to chant along with each shot.

“1” “2” “3” “4”

Tommy Cornell: FIVE, SIX, SEVEN!

John Greed: EIGHT, NINE, TEN!

Alice Wright jumps and spins around so she’s sitting on the shoulders of Sheyanne Successful. She leans forward holding her arms out to the side before rolling to grab the legs of Sheyanne Successful for a pin.

-1-2-3

Sheyanne Successful breaks out of the cover somehow and Alice Wright looks at the referee shocked.

Tommy Cornell: Beautifully executed victory roll from Alice Wright, but Sheyanne Successful shows her resilience!

John Greed: I thought it was all over for sure, but someway, somehow she kicks out!

Alice Wright nods her head at the referee as she stands up. Sheyanne Successful stands up and turns around into a spin kick that drops her back down from Alice Wright. Sheyanne Successful bounces back up quickly though staggered. She holds up her fists but can’t do anything as Alice Wright lands a vicious bicycle kick to her face, dropping her again.

Tommy Cornell: oh man, what force on that kick!

John Greed: We worked a lot of kicks, she’s such a natural at it!

Alice Wright walks to the corner grabbing the top ropes. She pulls herself up to the top turnbuckle with one leap and she looks down at Sheyanne Successful measuring her up. Alice Wright jumps off with a frog splash, landing on Sheyanne Successful with an impact that bounces her legs up. Alice Wright handstands up to her feet walking to the other corner.

Tommy Cornell: Great force on that frog splash, now she’s going up for some more.

John Greed: She might as well, the move practically guided her into the next one!

Alice Wright pulls herself up to the top turnbuckle and she turns around. Sheyanne Successful begins to stand up holding her stomach and back. She turns around as she stands only to watch Alice Wright flip off the top turnbuckle. She catches Sheyanne Successful with a dragonrana flipping her down for a pin.

-1-2-3

Tommy Cornell: IT’S ALL OVER!

John Greed: Not yet, Sheyanne Successful rolled through!

Sheyanne Successful rolls back until she has Alice Wright set up between her legs. Sheyanne Successful pulls her out and attempts a guillotine choke but Alice Wright is quick to push through trying to get away.

Tommy Cornell: She tried that unsuccessful escape, a guillotine choke no one has ever escaped from!

John Greed: Alice Wright had it well scouted though and she gets away.

Alice Wright runs to the ropes hand in hand with Sheyanne Successful. She springboards off the ropes and attempts a cross body but Sheyanne Successful ducks. Alice Wright lands on her feet behind Sheyanne Successful but is pulled in for a clothesline. Alice Wright ducks the clothesline matrixing out of the way.

Tommy Cornell: They’re still hand in hand!

John Greed: This is insane!

Alice Wright one hand handstands and throws her feet around the head of Sheyanne Successful who pushes the away sending her up to her feet again. Sheyanne Successful holds her hand still and pulls her in for a guillotine choke. Alice Wright keylocks her arm down behind her back before she can lock it in, taking her to the ground where she locks in the anaconda crossface, using the hand that she still holds onto.

“THIS IS AWESOME!” “THIS IS AWESOME!” “THIS IS AWESOME!”

Tommy Cornell: These ladies have raised an already highly lifted bar for City of Evil!

John Greed: They are putting on a stellar match!

Alice Wright pulls back with the anaconda crossface trying to force the tap out but Sheyanne Successful refuses to do so. Sheyanne Successful begins to get up, Alice Wright refusing to break the hold as she’s lifted.

Tommy Cornell: Still fighting! You have to love the spirit these women are showing!

John Greed: You have to love everything about all of this!

Sheyanne Successful stands up, jolting to her feet, launching Alice Wright moonsaulting back out of the hold, down into the mat. Both ladies hit the canvas.

Tommy Cornell: WOW!

John Greed: That’s one way to escape that submission, as unorthodox as it was.

Both women lay looking up at the arena lights, they slowly begin to crawl on the mat as the fans in the Sin City arena stand up and begin to clap and cheer. Fans whistle as they applaud the valiant effort of both women in the match.

Tommy Cornell: Even we are standing, this has been a real treat!

John Greed: Win or lose, these two have helped bring womens wrestling back on the map!

Sheyanne Successful is first to stand up, soon followed by Alice Wright. Sheyanne Successful grabs the hair of Alice Wright, then hooks her arm and armdrag throws her across the ring. Alice Wright lands on her feet and runs to the corner then jumps spinning around with a cross body as she makes it to the top turnbuckle. Sheyanne Successful drops down to a knee and lets Alice Wright fall down on it gut first.

Tommy Cornell: Oh! What a back and forth, counter after counter match!

John Greed: These girls are fighting for so much, I just realized they may win the fight of the night bonus for this performance!

Sheyanne Successful rolls Alice Wright up for a pin.

-1-2-3

Alice Wright kicks out, breaking out of the pin as she holds her stomach.

Tommy Cornell: Close one, catching Alice Wright off guard.

John Greed: It was a big counter that almost ended this match.

Sheyanne Successful lifts Alice Wright up from behind then drops down with a school boy cover.

-1-2

Alice Wright kicks out and they both stand quickly.

Tommy Cornell: The speed of the match is picking up again.

John Greed: It sure is.

Alice Wright throws a spin kick but Sheyanne Successful ducks underneath it and rolls Alice Wright up with a school boy again, this time grabbing at the pants for leverage.

-1-2-3

Alice Wright kicks out hooking the arm of Sheyanne Successful as she does, setting up the anaconda crossface again.

Tommy Cornell: She’s going for it again, this time I don’t believe Sheyanne Successful will escape!

John Greed: She doesn’t have the head yet!

Sheyanne Successful rolls through, escaping before the hold could be locked in. They both stand up and Sheyanne Successful jumps with a dropkick that sends Alice Wright back into the corner. Sheyanne Successful runs at Alice Wright and dives in with a shoulder, but Alice Wright lifts her feet up to lay across the top ropes and turnbuckles. Sheyanne Successful dives through the turnbuckles and tackles the ring pipe shoulder first killing her momentum.

Tommy Cornell: Alice Wright pulling a Johnny Styles as she rests like a hammock!

John Greed: That arm of Sheyanne Successful is hanging limp, she may have dislocated her shoulder!

Alice Wright backflips off the ropes and turnbuckle to the ring apron. She grabs the dangling arm of Sheyanne Successful and holds it in her hands.

Tommy Cornell: This is a crucial moment in everyones career! That moment where you have to kill a wounded animal!

John Greed: Holy shit this is so intense, does Alice Wright have a killer instinct or will she fold unable to hurt an already hurt person even further!?

Alice Wright looks around at the crowd as an evil smirk graces her face. She runs and smashes the arm of Sheyanne Successful into the ring post, releasing it so that she can swing around the post and deliver a double kick to her face, sending her shooting out of the corner.

Tommy Cornell: SHE’S GOT IT!

John Greed: And a lot of it!

Alice Wright lands on the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle.

Tommy Cornell: She’s like a piranha who tastes blood in the water!

John Greed: The fans here respect her for going for it!

Alice Wright walks the top rope like a tightrope then jumps at the center and comes down into the ring with a Springboard Seated Senton down onto the arm of Sheyanne Successful.

Tommy Cornell: Vicious!

John Greed: We’ve just found the next Womens World title challenger!

Alice Wright pins Sheyanne Successful.

-1-2-3-

Tommy Cornell: It’s all over! Alice Wright...

John Greed: Alice Wright didn’t win this match yet!

The referee points to the foot of Sheyanne Successful on the bottom rope.

Tommy Cornell: I didn’t even notice that, good catch by the referee!

John Greed: What resilience on display from Sheyanne Successful!

Alice Wright looks at the referee then at the foot on the bottom rope. She sits on the mat and runs her hands through her hair.

Tommy Cornell: Don’t lose your cool and make a mistake, you’ve still got her in this bad position where her only hope is putting her foot on a rope!

John Greed: That’s a very good and true point, we’ve seen wrestlers get angry when they’re winning or frustrated, instead of just continuing what got you there!

Alice Wright stands up and claps her hands as she walks over to Sheyanne Successful and is pulled down into a small package.

-1-2-3

Alice Wright kicks rolling so that she has the pin on Sheyanne Successful in the small package.

-1-2-3

Tommy Cornell: Sexy lady ball of pinfall!

John Greed: This is close as they roll around the ring!

They both kick out and get up. Sheyanne Successful stands while Alice Wright handstands and catches her head with her feet. Alice Wright sends Sheyanne Successful down to the mat with a Handstand Headscissors Takedown.

Tommy Cornell: Twisty from Alice Wright, twisting the world of Sheyanne Successful!

John Greed: She’s up though and going for the ropes.

Sheyanne Successful keeps with the momentum of the move and rolls to her feet, then runs to the ropes rebounding at Alice Wright.

Tommy Cornell: Her arm is still dangling, if she wants to fight back in this match, she’ll first have to relocate that shoulder into its right spot!

John Greed: Shouldn’t the ref do that or at least stop the match so it can be taken care of?

Alice Wright turns around and hits the ropes herself, jumping into them, springboarding at Sheyanne Successful with a thesz press, taking her down in the center of the ring. Alice Wright lands punches from the mount position.

Tommy Cornell: Anytime you think it’ll go one way, it goes the other!

John Greed: What a thrill ride this match is!

Alice Wright shifts from the mount into an armbar on the hurt right arm of Sheyanne Successful. Alice Wright hyper extends the arm of of Sheyanne Successful but she struggles and manages to rolls back and start to stand up.

Tommy Cornell: Great transition from mounted punches to armbar, that entire sequence of moves was fantastic!

John Greed: This match has been an entire sequence of excellence! These ladies are putting the men to shame inside the squared circle!

Sheyanne Successful stands up completely and Alice Wright releases the arm, instead wrapping her feet around her head to take her down with a headscissors.

Tommy Cornell: Can’t finish with the armbar so she moves to the next move.

John Greed: I’m surprised she couldn’t finish with that armbar!

Both women stand up and it’s Alice Wright who arm drags Sheyanne Successful down by her good arm. She’s back to her feet fast and but she’s arm dragged back down as Alice Wright is ready for her.

Tommy Cornell: She can’t even stop those arm drags with her defenseless arm!

John Greed: She can just take them and fight back up.

Sheyanne Successful stands up cautious of running into another armdrag. Alice Wright throws a bicycle kick that catches her to the chest pushing her back into the corner.

Tommy Cornell: With the arms of Sheyanne Successful low to stop an armdrag, and the other because it’s dead, Alice Wright goes high and lands big!

John Greed: I’m surprised she didn’t throw it to her face, but Alice Wright is the one in there and not me!

Alice Wright runs in and connects double knees into the chest of Sheyanne Successful in the corner holding them in position.

Tommy Cornell: That’s probably why she threw the kick tot he chest, setting up the combination of moves!

John Greed: I love this Federation!

Alice Wright hooks the head of Sheyanne Successful then kicks out of the corner spinning around with a wicked snap Tornado DDT instantly transitioning it into the Anaconda Crossface as they roll on impact!

Tommy Cornell: AMAZING!

John Greed: The set up to that was perfect, really top level stuff, world class skill!

Alice Wright pulls back on the Anaconda Crossface in the dead center of the ring. Sheyanne Successful holds up her good hand but can’t fight it at all and is forced to tap out before any more damage can be done. The referee grabs at the hands of Alice Wright as she breaks the hold.

[Ding Ding Ding]

Morgan Freeman: Give it up, for the amazing performance we all just witnessed.

The fans cheer and clap along with Morgan Freeman, soon enough the entire arena is going wild.

Morgan Freeman: Here is your winner, the number one contender of the Women’s World Wrestling Championship, Alice Wright!

Alice Wright puts her face into her hands on her knees, overwhelmed by emotion.

Tommy Cornell: What an amazing moment for that young lady!

John Greed: Tears of joy as she’s just realized one dream of many that are going to come true over the course of the next year and the rest of her life!

“ALICE AWESOME!” “ALICE AWESOME!” “ALICE AWESOME!”

Alice Wright stands up and walks over to the referee and Sheyanne Successful to check on her fallen opponent. Alice Wright helps Sheyanne Successful to her feet and hugs her. Sheyanne Successful helps her over to the ropes with the doctors as they hold her injured arm.

Tommy Cornell: Skillful, classy, beautiful, and now close to the top of the world in her division in NLWF!

John Greed: Extremely classy, I don’t remember a match ever in NLWF history where the winner gave a shit about the loser, unless it was to further a beating!

Using her good arm, Sheyanne Successful lifts the arm of Alice Wright, raising it high for the fans to cheer her. Alice Wright lifts the middle rope as Sheyanne Successful steps out onto the ring apron.

Tommy Cornell: Biggest win of her life and she’s helping the girl she had to beat.

Matt Gray
What an amazing and entertaining performance! Give those gals another hand! Alice Wright, you’re on your way to being the Women’s World Champion, but you didn’t respond to my offer from Direct Hit. I know you’ve been distracted with your big match and... Nick Ridicule.

A look of disgust crosses the face of Matt Gray who has to shake it off.

Matt Gray
I have been patient because of that, but every deal has an expiration date. I want you, not only to be a member, but to be the Crown Jewel of England itself! Join us, your fellow countrymen and we can watch out for each other in style as we rise to the very top, like the cream of the crop that we are!

Matt Gray sits down in his chair clapping his hands together gently as he and Alice Wright stare at each other from long distance. Alice Wright slides out of the ring and walks over to the guardrail to a man that she hugs tight.

Tommy Cornell: Her Daddy was here to watch her big moment!

John Greed: That’s so sweet!

Alice Wright looks over at Matt Gray again, then she turns around and begins he walk up the ramp, stopping the slap hands with the fans.


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City of Evil moves to the gorilla position where Nick Ridicule is watching on with a smile on his face. He stands up prepared to great Alice Wright as she walks past the curtain. A knife is placed into the throat of Nick Ridicule and the smile is removed from his face.

Nick Ridicule
At least have the balls to look me in the eyes if you’re going to cut me or try to kill me.

“If I was going to kill you, I would have done it.”

The eyes of Nick Ridicule open wide as the familiar voice sends a shiver through his entire body. Slowly Nick Ridicule turns around to look at The Mexican Samurai, still holding the knife into his throat.

The Mexican Samurai
Like seeing a ghost, is it not?

Nick Ridicule nods, his mouth slightly agape as he looks at the ragged Mexican Samurai.

The Mexican Samurai
We have a lot of catching up to do, you and I. How you walk with me, talk with me.

Nick Ridicule
I’m waiting for...

The Mexican Samurai presses the knife deeper into the neck of Nick Ridicule starting to cut him with it.

The Mexican Samurai
I think it would be best if you walked with me. I would hate to splatter these gorilla position geeks with your blood!

Nick Ridicule nods as The Mexican Samurai walks with him in front of him. Nick Ridicule looks over his shoulder.

The Mexican Samurai
Keep your eyes ahead of you!

Nick Ridicule sighs as he turns his head back, being lead off until they are out of camera view. Sheyanne Successful is helped by, by referees and doctors. Alice Wright emerges from behind the curtain and runs down the steps.

Alice Wright
Did you see me? It was like.. Like... Nothing I’ve ever even dreamed before out there tonight!

Alice Wright makes it to the bottom of the steps, looking around.

Alice Wright
Nick?

Alice Wright continues to look around, walking over to the gorilla position.

Alice Wright
Nick?

She looks down pouting her excitement draining fast. She sits down in the would be Nick Ridicule chair and crosses her arms.

Alice Wright
He probably just went to the bathroom.. He’ll be back.. I’ll just wait here for him.. I hope he saw my match..

City of Evil moves to ringside where Madison Monroe Fenty stands in the center of the ring. She has a microphone in hand as she waits for the fans to simmer down with the noise.

Madison Monroe Fenty
I have a proposition for Loca Rocsi, so why don’t you come down here like you would have to anyway!

Loca Rocsi emerges from behind the curtain, ready to fight. She walks down the ramp and slides into the ring, then walks up to Madison Monroe Fenty.

Madison Monroe Fenty
I know you had your, heart, set on this match making your big return to the NLWF and all. But it’s not going to happen. Not here, not in front of these low lives in Las Vegas! Pure scum comes from this place, such as your little boyfriend, Robbie Hart!

Loca Rocsi snatches the microphone out of the hand of Madison Monroe Fenty as she tries to continue talking.

Loca Rocsi
I have had enough of you bitch! Just say what you need to say, what you came to say, so I can do, what that “scum” you speak of likes to do. BITCH SLAP YOU INTO NEXT WEEK!

Loca Rocsi shoves the microphone in the chest of Madison Monroe Fenty pushing her back.

Tommy Cornell: This is going to be great, if it’s half as good as the last ladies match, it’ll still be great!

John Greed: I’m not so sure, it seems Madison is trying to get out of this match, lets listen.

Madison Monroe Fenty
What I was trying to say, before you so rudely interrupted me, was that I was walking around backstage and I met a man. I met a strong and powerful Puerto Rican man! He told me that I shouldn’t settle for less than what I deserve, and Ya Leader deserves to be in a fight for a prize!

Madison Monroe Fenty walks to the ropes and leans against them.

Madison Monroe Fenty
That’s why tonight, we are not fighting in protest! I want the opportunity my brother got when he signed on with the NLWF, I want to be in a prize fight against you Loca Rocsi! Just not here tonight! At Legends of the Fall, so we both have a decent amount of time to prepare.

Loca Rocsi nods her head as she steps forward, extending her hand out. Madison Monroe Fenty extends the microphone out to her, but is slapped to the face instead. The impact of the slap sends Madison Monroe Fenty falling out of the ring. She begins to back up the ramp holding her face as she makes her exit.

Tommy Cornell: I would have enjoyed watching them fight here tonight, but It’ll be work the wait come Legends of the Fall!

John Greed: A great rivalry developing fast between these two!

Loca Rocsi waves goodbye to Madison Monroe Fenty as she climbs up to the middle turnbuckle. She turns around and lifts her ring attire, showing off her ass as she moons Madison Monroe Fenty at the top of the stage. She shakes her head disgusted then turns and passes the curtain as Loca Rocsi continues to shake it for the fans who cheer her.


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City of Evil shows Matt Gray and the rest of his Crown Jewels of England sitting in the front row behind the announcers, enjoy the show. Loca Rocsi makes her way out of the ring and up the ramp where she’s passed by Ashten Cross wheeling Kaylee Hunter in her wheelchair and leg cast down to the ramp.

Tommy Cornell: This one all started at the Brenton Cyrus Birthday Bash.

John Greed: Now with the addition of the fast rising Mark Zout, this match is sure to be a barn burner.

Ashten Cross parks the wheelchair near the announcers tables. He slides into the ring and watches as V.I.P makes his way out.

Tommy Cornell: V.I.P hasn’t been seen or heard from since he took a bullet for James Shark that night!

John Greed: Can you blame him for keeping a low profile? His one outing and he almost dies!

Mark Zout emerges from behind Matt Gray, removing a hat, sunglasses and trench coat from off of him.

Tommy Cornell: Now we’re just waiting for this nuisance known as Mark Zout.

John Greed: Not a fan?

Mark Zout begins to mock Matt Gray behind his back, getting the crowd around him to laugh. Mark Zout lifts his chair up and begins to move it back and forth. He pulls it back and prepares to give it a swing, but he stops himself. He places the chair down and starts to count the members of the group with his index finger.

Tommy Cornell: Where is this guy?

John Greed: Maybe he no showed, intimidated by V.I.P and Ashten... HAHAHA I couldn’t say that with a straight face.

The lights in the arena are are killed, leaving our vision reduced to strobing black lights and green beams searching through the audience in time with the melody of the track. The lights hit Mark Zout standing behind Matt Gray, holding an entire tray of beverages above him. Matt Gray looks up as Mark Zout flips the tray over spilling all the drinks all over him.

Tommy Cornell: What in the hell!?

John Greed: He just beer bathed Matt Gray football couch style!

Mark Zout uses the tray to smash over the head of Alex Anderson as he stands up. Mark Zout throws the tray at Chris Coleman then he lifts his chair in hands. He swings it connecting a chair shot into the head of Landon Brown, dropping him down.

Tommy Cornell: Mark Zout is going after the crown jewels, he had better not come after me!

John Greed: Zout has snapped like a loose cannon!

Mark Zout throws his chair and it’s caught by Josh Williams. Mark Zout jumps over the chairs with a dropkick into the chair, sending it in the face of Josh Williams as he lands and sits in Matt Gray’s seat. Mark Zout stands up and shoves Shane Hunter into Marcus Donovan watching them both hit the guardrail back of the head first.

Morgan Freeman: The following contest is a triple threat match, under basic, one fall to a finish triple threat rules. Introducing first, standing 6‘2“ ad weighing in at 220 pounds, Ashten Cross!

Ashten Cross watches as Mark Zout jumps the guardrail. He walks over the Kaylee Hunter and plants a kiss on her hand before sliding into the ring.

Morgan Freeman: his opponents, first standing 6‘2“ and weighing in at 222 pounds, V.I.P!

Ashten Cross warns Mark Zout to stay away from Kaylee Hunter, but he’s ignored. Mark Zout takes the center of the ring and puts his arm at his sides, posing like a superhero.

Morgan Freeman: their opponent, standing 5‘10“ and weighing in at 192 pounds, Mark Zout!

Mark Zout looks around at the crowd soaking in all the cheers.

Tommy Cornell: Look at these people mark out for Mark Zout! I don’t get it!

John Greed: He’s got that something special that comes around once in awhile! If he doesn’t blow it, he could be someone to be remembered in NLWF!

The referee calls for the bell.




■ ASHTEN CROSS ■vs■ V.I.P ■vs■ MARK ZOUT ■

[DING DING DING]

Mark Zout drops down as both Ashten Cross and V.I.P rush him in the middle of the ring. They run into each other and Mark Zout kips back up to his feet, motioning at the both of them to bring it on.

Tommy Cornell: Just something about him that I just don’t get!

John Greed: Maybe you’ll be able to get what he can do in the ring.

Mark Zout lands a moonsault dropkick on V.I.P sending him off to the ropes as he lands on his feet. Mark Zout jumps and flips with a monkey dropkick rolling forward at the rebounding V.I.P with a snap northern lights suplex, sending him into Ashten Cross taking both men down out to the ring apron.

Tommy Cornell: What an absurd display of moves!

John Greed: Absurd? The guy is the dropkick master! The dropkick messiah!

Mark Zout runs and springboards out of the corner with a triangle dropkick to the face of Ashten Cross, sending him flying off the apron back first into the guardrail ringside. Mark Zout jumps off the face of Ashten Cross and he dropkicks V.I.P as well to his chest, sending him flying off the apron back first to the guardrail. Mark Zout propels off the face of V.I.P and manages to jump to the other top turnbuckle, grabbing on to gain his balance.

Tommy Cornell: WHOA!

John Greed: You see! That was like skipping a rock on the water, only it was a dropkick and this is wrestling!

Mark Zout stands upright at the top turnbuckle, his back turned to his opponents as he looks down at Kaylee Hunter looking up at him from her wheelchair. He waves at her but she tries to ignore him looking away as she blushes.

Tommy Cornell: Zout has game, but is he game enough to win this match that was booked almost an entire month before he was even added to it?

John Greed: That’s a good point, he’s had the least amount of time to prepare. That also means he’s had the least amount of time to worry about it.

Mark Zout climbs down from the turnbuckles and drops to the ringside floor near Kaylee Hunter. He begins to flirt around with her a bit, then he looks over to see his opponents starting to move near the guardrail.

Tommy Cornell: Get laid on your own time, you’re getting paid for NLWF time now!

John Greed: Good point, but he seems to be killing two birds with one stone.

Mark Zout reaches down and pulls away the ringside padding to show the Sin City arena cement floor. Mark Zout grabs Ashten Cross and hooks his head. He lifts him up high for a suplex, then brings him straight down with a brainbuster onto the exposed arena floor.

Tommy Cornell: If he takes out her boyfriend and trainer, she’ll have to fall for him!

John Greed: I wouldn’t be surprised, I’ll tell you that.

Tommy Cornell: What a sickening brainbuster that was, compacting him down onto himself and the exposed floor!

John Greed: He calls that the Space Needle, with good reason.

Mark Zout hits V.I.P with a forearm then an elbow to the face as he steps in. Mark Zout sets V.I.P up for a suplex then he lifts him up and takes a couple of steps with him. Mark Zout brings V.I.P down into the corner guardrail, then he dumps him over letting him fall into the audience.

Tommy Cornell: He didn’t want V.I.P to feel left out, so he took him to the top of the Space Needle as well!

John Greed: Took him to the top and threw him off head first!

Mark Zout reaches down grabbing Ashten Cross. He runs and throws him into the ring, rolling him inside. Mark Zout slides in and gets the cover.

-1-2-

Before the referee counts the three, he sees the foot of Ashten Cross on the rope, Kaylee Hunter nearby with a guilty look on her face.

Tommy Cornell: Kaylee Hunter placed his foot on the bottom rope, giving her man another chance to get into this contest.

John Greed: She wheels her own crippled ass to make the save from what surely would have been a Mark Zout victory!

Mark Zout stands up and looks over the ropes down at Kaylee Hunter. He shakes his head at her, then he looks to see Matt Gray and the rest of the Crown Jewels of England starting to regain composure.

Tommy Cornell: HE’S FUCKED NOW!

John Greed: He was able to take them all out once already, albeit by sneak attack..

Mark Zout turns his focus back to Ashten Cross.

Tommy Cornell: He realizes he needs to hurry up and finish things before Matt Gray kicks his ass!

John Greed: I don’t think he’s afraid of Matt Gray.

Mark Zout lifts Ashten Cross to his feet in the center of the ring as he sets him up and connects the Argentine Windmill Cravate Cutter bouncing him from the impact.

Tommy Cornell: I’ll be real, the guy has a solid move set.

John Greed: You just refuse to like him because of Matt Gray! Biased!

Mark Zout drops down to pin Ashten Cross, but he notice V.I.P making his way over the guardrail. Mark Zout stands up and waits for him.

Tommy Cornell: PIN ASHTEN CROSS! You’ve got him beat you idiot!

John Greed: Have faith, Mark Zout knows what he’s doing!

V.I.P stands up ringside then he slides into the ring. Mark Zout lifts Ashten Cross and dro toeholds him at V.I.P.

John Greed: Calls that the Emerald City Downs!

Tommy Cornell: You’re such a smark for this guy!

V.I.P catches AShten Cross between his legs and he jumps with him connect the flip piledriver.

Tommy Cornell: VERY IMPRESSIVE PILEDRIVER with an assist from Mark Zout!

John Greed: What a great set up to finish off Asthen Cross for sure!

V.I.P stands up and walks right into a Fireman's carry, quickly Swinging into a Cravate Cutter from Mark Zout. Mark Zout pins both V.I.P and Ashten Cross with a bridge pin holding one leg each.

-1-2-3-

The referee calls for the bell.

[Ding Ding Ding]

Morgan Freeman: Here is your winner, Mark Zout!

Matt Gray leads the Crown Jewels of England over the guardrail and into the ring. Mark Zout rolls out of the ring avoiding the angry group.

Tommy Cornell: Mark Zout narrowly avoids Matt Gray and his pack of Gray wolves!

John Greed: What a great victory for Mark Zout! So many bright futures, so many paths to immortality beginning here at the City of Evil!

Mark Zout grabs the wheelchair of Kaylee Hunter and he wheels her off up the ramp. He stops at the top of the stage, spinning her around as they give one last look at Matt Gray and the Crown Jewels of England in the ring with the fallen opponents of Mark Zout.

Tommy Cornell: Mark Zout just became Mr. Steal Your Girlfriend!

John Greed: I think she’ll be better off with a winner like Mark Zout, instead of a supreme loser like Ashten Cross!

Mark Zout wheels Kaylee Hunter away to the backstage area.


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Matt Gray followed by the rest of the Crown Jewels of England exit the ring and rush up the ramp in pursuit of Mark Zout. The shot fades and City of Evil shows Max Adamson backstage watching the pay per view action on a screen. He turns around and realizes The Notorious K.I.D and Shadow Demon are standing behind him. He looks at the two men surprised, then he smiles at them.

Max Adamson
The Notorious K.I.D and Shadow Demon! Two of Australia’s finest imports in the NLWF! You two have have inspired me and many other Australians like me to go for your dreams, whatever they may be!

The Notorious K.I.D
FUCK YEAH!

Shadow Demon
That’s why we are here, KID and I were talking and we want to watch your back here as you get comfortable in the NLWF.

Max Adamson smirks, then smiles, then laughs.

Max Adamson
You think I need your help?

Max Adamson shakes his head.

Max Adamson
One day I’ll be placed beside the two of you in the Hall of Immortals and when that day comes i’ll be able to say that I did things on my very own! I’ll also recall my first NLWF experience, here at City of Evil, telling the two of you that The Thunder from Down Under, the Australian Champion, Mr. Australia, the Incredible Hunk, the Australian Phenom, the catalyst of controversy, ME Max Adamson, doesn’t need help from some washed up, used up, former flory hounds such as the two of you!

Max Adamson looks at The Notorious K.I.D then at Shadow Demon, neither of them look happy at all about being disrespected by the newcomer as he walks past them. The Notorious K.I.D and Shadow Demon look at each other.

Shadow Demon
He’ll be dead in a month!

The Notorious K.I.D
Fuck... Yeah...

City of Evil moves away from the Hall of Immortal Australians back to the Las Vegas stage set. The Ferrari F12 Berlinetta drives out next to the stage with a large crown on top of it like a bow. The car parks next to the stage as the Ferrari representatives walk out from behind the curtain holding a Ferrari F12 Berlinetta trophy plaque.

Luca Colajanni
The night has finally arrived and the prize will be on the line!

Fernando Alonso
Yes, yes. It is a big night for Ferrari, teaming up with the best combat sport on the planet!

Luca Colajanni
A few days ago we gave the prize away and offered a man a sponsorship with Ferrari, because he’s made believers out of us!

Cody Taylor and Spitta Andretti stand in the ring complaining to the referee.

Fernando Alonso
That’s right, we met a true King, born that way, and realized he was the man we wanted to be representing us in this Federation.

The lights grow dark, smoke fills the air surrounding the ramp and the vehicle, the beat drops and then stops, the crowd erupts into cheers, Anthony King emerges from inside the Ferrari F12 Berlinetta as the music cues back up, Niggas In Paris by Jay Z/Kanye West blasts through the arena speakers, Anthony taunts the crowd, hyping them up, jumping up and down playing to the crowd, he runs down the ramp sliding in the ring standing there.

Tommy Cornell: Just gave him the damn car!

John Greed: That’s some real confidence, giving a guy the prize before it’s even his!

Anthony King looks at Spitta Andretti, then at Cody Taylor looking unimpressed.

Morgan Freeman: The following contest is a No Limit Wrestling Federation Prize Fight for the rights to a Ferrari F12 Berlinetta and sponsorship from the company. The rules will be that of a Three Kings Three Way Dance match. Introducing first, from Brookyn New York. Standing 6‘3“ and weighing in at 245 pounds, “The Submission Tapout King” Cody Taylor!

Cody Taylor steps to the middle of the ring and he slams his fist down into his hand as he looks at his opponents.

Morgan Freeman: his first opponent, from Bronx, New York. Standing 6‘2“ and weighing in at 225 pounds, “King” Spitta Andretti!

Spitta Andretti takes the center of the ring as Cody Taylor backs into his corner. Spitta Andretti holds his arms out to the side and takes in the boos from the crowd.

Morgan Freeman: Their opponents, the final challenger, from West Hollywood, Calfornia. Standing 6‘1“ and weighing in at 191 pounds, “The Silent Killa” Anthony King!

“ONE TRUE KING!” “ONE TRUE KING!” “ONE TRUE KING!”

Anthony King takes the center of the ring as he takes in the chants from the audience. He points toward the car near the stage, then he points at himself then to the audience still chanting. The referee calls for the bell.



Prize Fight of the Night
Ferrari F12 Berlinetta
■ THREE KINGS MATCH ■

■ CODY TAYLOR ■vs■ SPITTA ANDRETTI ■vs■ ANTHONY KING ■

[DING DING DING]

Anthony King maintains his position in the center of the ring as the match starts and a smile takes his face.

Tommy Cornell: This is a clash of styles like only the NLWF can deliver!

John Greed: We should go over the rules of the match for those of you that don’t know.

Anthony King watches as Spitta Andretti approaches cautiously motioning for the two of them to go after Cody Taylor.

Tommy Cornell: Losers can’t keep King in their name, which is awkward for Antony King, because it actually is his name!

John Greed: I like how it will be under Three Way Dance rules instead of Triple Threat rules, the key difference being the eliminations.

Anthony King shakes his head no and Spitta Andretti moves over to Cody Taylor offering up the same deal. Cody Taylor shakes his head no and Spitta Andretti turns around into a right hand that drops him from Anthony King.

Tommy Cornell: No DQ, No Count Out, the first strike has been landed!

John Greed: A crisp jaw rocking right hook from Anthony King!

Spitta Andretti stands up and is this time jabbed to the face by Anthony King sending him staggering into Cody Taylor as he lands a jab. Spitta Andretti staggers around again this time getting hit a high kick from Anthony King. Spitta Andretti holds his jaw as he turns around into Cody Taylor who lands a big boot, spinning him around into a super kick from Anthony King.

Tommy Cornell: That kick that comes from your nightmares! It comes from out of nowhere!

John Greed: The finale comes early for Spitta Andretti, just like when he’s in the sack with a lady!

Cody Taylor lifts the arm of Anthony King, celebrating, pandering to the audience. Anthony King pulls his arm down and hits Cody Taylor with an axe kick to the top of his head, knocking him straight down into a cradle DDT.

“ONE TRUE KING!” “ONE TRUE KING!” “ONE TRUE KING!”

Tommy Cornell: These fans are right, as is Anthony King!

John Greed: Anthony King realizes that if he doesn’t win and do it big, he’ll lose everything he’s already received!

Anthony King nods to the crowd as he starts to lift both Cody Taylor and Spitta Andretti up at the same time. He brings the both of them in close, wrapping his arms around the bodies of both men before snapping back with a belly to belly to belly to back suplex on the two of them.

Tommy Cornell: Anthony King takes out two wanksters with one throw!

John Greed: Why beat them down one at a time, when you can beat them both down at the same time?

Anthony King stands up as the crowd continues to cheer him on. The referee makes the count as Cody Taylor landed on top of Spitta Andretti.

-1-2-

Anthony King rolls both men over and locks them both in a camel clutch, piling them up, pulling both their heads back.

Tommy Cornell: Duel camel clutch!

John Greed: He could have let Cody Taylor get that pin, making this a one on one match, but I bet he wants to eliminate the both of them!

Anthony King cranks on the camel clutch, then he places his foot on the back of Spitta Andretti, releasing the camel clutch as he pushes down with his foot, sending both men down into the mat as he steps on them walking away.

Tommy Cornell: Anthony King is showing exactly why those representative goofs from Ferrari have already invested in him!

John Greed: They backed a winner and that is what King is doing! WINNING!

Anthony King watches as Spitta Andretti is the first to get up to his knees behind Cody Taylor who gets to his hands and knees so the two of them are in the doggy style position. Anthony King laughs and shakes his head then he shoots himself off to the ropes and rebounds. Anthony King jumps up onto the back of Cody Taylor then connects a knee to the head of Spitta Andretti.

Tommy Cornell: SHINING WIZARD!

John Greed: Shining King! He’s outshining here tonight so much that it’s got Carver Ocean jealous backstage!

Anthony King stands up and walks to Cody Taylor, lifting him into a T-Bone suplex that launches him across the ring. Cody Taylor bounces back up to his feet as he hits the mat with a lot of impact. He staggers to the ropes and rebounds into Anthony King who lifts him up high then brings him down with a sit out spinebuster.

Tommy Cornell: Honestly, I figured these guys would just take advantage of the no DQ stip and turn this into a street fight!

John Greed: Considering where they come from, so did I, but Anthony King is showing a lot of skill, techniques and a blend of different styles.

Anthony King stands up holding the legs of Cody Taylor. He sets him up and spins him over locking in the Sharpshooter.

Tommy Cornell: Shoota locked on! The way he leans back, a leans back, he wants to break Cody Taylor’s back!

John Greed: Speed, power, submissions, King’s road, what a blend of different styles packaged into one King!

Anthony King continues to crank on the hold as Cody Taylor can’t move or budge even an inch. Spitta Andretti begins to stand up and Anthony King watches him, loosening up the shoota slightly.

Tommy Cornell: Great ring awareness as well as he immediately notice Spitta, before he can even think to get involved again!

John Greed: So much style from King, but his opponents are showing a style they seemed to have perfected. The style of getting beaten!

Spitta Andretti pulls himself up to the middle turnbuckle and he turns around. Anthony King cranks on the shoot, pretending not to have just watched Spitta Andretti set up.

Tommy Cornell: He’s playing possum!

John Greed: If a possum could stand up while locking in a sharpshooter on another animal.. A weasel.

Spitta Andretti leaps from the middle turnbuckle looking for a flying European uppercut but Anthony King is ready for him, dropping the legs of Cody Taylor so he can throw a superkick into his face. Spitta Andretti leaps right into the kick and snaps back down to the mat from the force.

Tommy Cornell: Now that was a Finale!

John Greed: He knocked all of Spitta’s teeth out.. EVEN THE GOLD ONES!

Anthony King stands up throwing his hands up before he beats at his chest with his fists like King Kong.

Tommy Cornell: KING KONG AINT GOT SHIT ON ANTHONY KING!

John Greed: HAHAHA! That should be a t-shirt! It’s so true, I would pick Anthony King over King Kong any day!

Anthony King leans across the top rope as the fans start to chant again.

“ONE TRUE KING!” “ONE TRUE KING!” “ONE TRUE KING!”

Anthony King holds up one finger, lifting it high above.

Tommy Cornell: I can’t wait to see all the guys who were so impressive here tonight, clash against each other!

John Greed: That’s for sure, you mix any of our winners against each other and it will instantly bea high profile match!

Anthony King brings his finger down as he slowly turns around, pointing it at Cody Taylor as he stands, limping on both legs. Cody Taylor turns around into a superkick to his face, making him back flip from the force of the foot.

Tommy Cornell: That wasn’t The Finale, that was The Finally, as in finally this one is over!

John Greed: Spit and Cody Teabag have been beheaded by the one true King here tonight!

Anthony King surveys the damage he’s done.

Tommy Cornell: Flawless victory so far, I don’t think he’s even been touched in this match!

John Greed: That’s because he hasn’t! King is a do damage, while avoiding damage kind of guy!

Anthony King drags Spitta Andretti to the center of the ring next to Cody Taylor.

Tommy Cornell: He’s going to pin them both!

John Greed: Two eliminations at once!

Anthony King pins both Spitta Andretti and Cody Taylor, hooking one leg each.

-1-2-3-

Anthony King stands up before the referee counts the pin.

Tommy Cornell: I think he thought of something else!

John Greed: What else could he do to them? They’re already knocked the fuck out!

Anthony King rolls Spitta Andretti on top of Cody Taylor, then he lifts the four legs.

Tommy Cornell: You don’t think..

John Greed: Oh yes, I do!

Anthony King smirks as he steps his legs through and wraps the legs around each other. He kicks his free leg over and manages to spin both Spitta Andretti and Cody Taylor over into a sharpshooter.

Tommy Cornell: DUEL SHOOTA!

John Greed: That’s a double barrel shotgun like Shoota!

Anthony King uses both hands to pull back on the mess of legs in front of him, leaning back, applying a lot of pressure as he breaks them in half. Spitta Andretti taps out quick before his arm goes limp as he’s on the bottom with Cody Taylor on top of him and Anthony King on top of them both pulling back.

Tommy Cornell: That’s one!

John Greed: ONE TRUE! KING!

Anthony King doesn’t break the hold until Cody Taylor begins to tap out as well. Anthony King gives another crank as he releases and holds his arms up.

[Ding Ding Ding]

Morgan Freeman: Here is your winner of this the Prize Fight, owner of a brand new Ferrari F12 Berlinetta and now officially sponsored by Ferrari, he is the sole King in the No Limit Wrestling Federation, “The Silent Killa” Anthony King!

“ONE TRUE KING!” “ONE TRUE KING!” “ONE TRUE KING!”

The Ferrari representatives make it down to the ringside area, walking up the steps before entering the ring. They approach Anthony King as he looks at his fallen opponents at his feet. They hand Anthony King the Ferrari F12 Berlinetta trophy plaque and pose with him as people take pictures in the audience and from ringside for magazines and other news outlets.



“ONE TRUE KING!” “ONE TRUE KING!” “ONE TRUE KING!”

Tommy Cornell: What a brilliant performance here tonight, another flawless victory!

John Greed: We are seeing who is at the NLWF level and who is not!

The Ferrari guys have microphones in hand.

Luca Colajanni
Congratulations to the newest member of the Ferrari family!

Fernando Alonso
Yes, yes! What a very amazing display of what it is we’re looking for! Right now though, the floor is all yours!

They hand the microphone to Anthony King as he holds the plaque in one hand.

Anthony King
I just want to...

Before Anthony King can say anything else. The lights in the jarring anticipating arena, switch instantly to black. And the beat drops to Kanye West's I wish you would, followed by a countdown

"One ... Two ... There coming for you ... Three ... Four ...Better lock your door ... Five ... Six ... Hide your bitch!"

The beat picks up and a black and white strobe light takes over the entire arena. A highlight package of Robbie Hart begins to play on the screen, in a pulse-sating way. The motion in the crowd resembles that of a "wave" but its hard to make it out with the strobe light ... as the crowd all rise to their feet, directing all eyes to the entry way as Robbie Hart emerges from on top of the “Welcome to City of Evil” sign.

Tommy Cornell: The Uncensored One has interrupted The One True King!

John Greed: Ohhhhhhh this should be good! We saw King superkick both Robbie’s uncle and father this week!

Robbie Hart sits down on the sign and brings a microphone to his mouth.

Robbie Hart
City of Evil, Las Vegas, you didn’t think you had seen the last of me here tonight, did you?

“FUCK NO!” “FUCK NO!” “FUCK NO!” “FUCK NO!”

Robbie Hart
I didn’t think so, because here I am again!

Robbie Hart begins to climb down the stage set until he’s down on the stage. He looks at the Ferrari F12 Berlinetta off to stage right as he slowly makes his way toward it.

Tommy Cornell: Uh oh... I’ve got a bad feeling already.

John Greed: That comes with knowing Robbie Hart is going to do whatever the hell he wants to do, whenever the hell he wants to do it!

Robbie Hart
Remember when I told you on last night on Fusion, that you made the biggest mistake of your life?

Robbie Hart jumps off the stage, landing in front of the vehicle. Robbie Hart removes duel spray paint cans from his pockets as he starts to shake them. He sprays the front of the hood of the cart, marking it with an Anarchy style A.

Tommy Cornell: OH NO HE DID NOT!

John Greed: Yes he did and Anthony King looks like he’s going to explode!

Robbie Hart laughs as he looks down at his handy work, reaching into his pocket for something else. Anthony King pushes past the Ferrari Representatives, then has to fight past the media on his way up the ramp. Robbie Hart pulls out a book of matches setting them on fire before throwing them down onto the painted A. The A bursts into flames as Robbie Hart steps back.

Tommy Cornell: Oh shit! He just set his art work on fire!

John Greed: I didn’t know it worked like that, but just look at that!

Anthony King stops on the ramp as he looks on shocked at the hood of his brand new car on fire. Anthony King freezes as he watches the flames, then he turns his focus to Robbie Hart as he throws a fire extinguiser at the car, sending it crashing through the windshield.

Tommy Cornell: Maybe he thought that’s how it works..

John Greed: Doubtful!

Robbie Hart
OH THE IRONY!

Anthony King jumps from the ramp and chases Robbie Hart away sending him hurrying off into the crowd. Anthony King grabs another fire extinguisher as he hurries over and sprays the hood of his car. Slowly her turns and watches Robbie Hart standing in the crowd with a smile on his face.

Anthony King
You just made the biggest mistake of your life!

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City of Evil moves backstage to a man listing off all of his accomplishments to the Divas of Direct Hit and the Ladies of Legacy. Some rolls their eyes, some yawn, some escape realizing the man doesn’t even notice as he goes on listing all the belts he’s held.

???
MEF Hardcore Champion x 1,MEF World Champion x 1,PWS Tag Team Champion x 3 with Wifebeater,PWS World Champion x 1,MDI Hardcore Champion x 2,MDI Tag Team Champion x 2 with Z Barr,MDI World Champion x 3,TAC International Champion x 1,TAC Tag Team Champion x 5 with Mr Kashmere,TAC Cruiserweight Champion x 4,TAC World Champion x2,UKW Tag Team Champion x 3 with Chad Donovan. UKW Underground Champion x 2,UKW TV Champion x 1,UKW World Champion x 1,WwW Tag Champion x 1 with Fear,WwW Deathmatch Champion x 1,WwW World Champion x 1,CWW TV Champion x 2,CWW Tag Team Champion x 3 with Sean O'Haire,CWW World Champion x 3,WWH Tag Team Champion x 2 with Fear,WWH TV Champion x 2,WWH World Champion x1,RCWF Tag Team Champion x 1 with Jay Willson,RCWF Hardcore Champion x 1,RCWF World Champion x 1,SGW World Champion x 1! Wow that was a long list! That’s over fifty title reigns. So its pretty safe to assume, yeah I am a pretty big deal.

He looks at the only girl remaining after his rundown and smiles at her. She rolls her eyes at him and walks away.

???
Must be blinded by all my talent and accolades!

Carver Ocean approaches the man.

Carver Ocean
I couldn’t help overhearing your title reigns.

???
Eavesdropping? I see how it is, you’re so impressed by how amazing my career has been that you just couldn’t help but listen.

Carver Ocean shakes his head.

Carver Ocean
No, you’re standing in the middle of the hangout area, screaming, pretty much forcing everyone to hear your long list of shit! Fifty reigns and not one is worth even a penny here in the land of no limits! Who the hell are you anyway?

James Betterman
When it comes to you and I, I’m the better man! James Betterman to be precise.

Carver Ocean
You may be the better man, but I am a man who outshines all!

James Betterman
Me being the better man outshines your outshining!

Carver Ocean
My outshining, outshines your being a Betterman!

James Betterman
Does not!

Carver Ocean
Does too!

James Betterman
Well why don’t you show me what a champion is made of.. How many title reigns have you had?

Carver Ocean looks to the ground.

Carver Ocean
...none.

James Betterman
Oh, I get it now. You’re just jealous of the better man! It’s ok, I’ve seen your kind everywhere I have been champion!

Carver Ocean
After tonight, after I’m World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion, my one reign with outshine all fifty of yours! I’ll tell you what though, my first title defense, it will be against you!

Carver Ocean goes to walk away, then he comes back and gets in the face of James Betterman.

Carver Ocean
OUTSHINED!

James Betterman
Just remember the better man will always be the one who won!

City of Evil fades into a highlight video showing the long and fabled rivalry between Brenton Cyrus and Death-Angel, showing all kinds of action from their matches on Legacy as Conflict by Disturbed plays. All of the unclean, unfinished matches they had show until finally it shows Death-Angel defeating Brenton Cyrus at Resurrection of Respect. The song dies out as the video cuts to Death-Angel standing outside the locker room of Brenton Cyrus. Death-Angel lifts his hand to knocked, then he punches the door breaking it down off its hinges.

Death-Angel
The time has come my brother!

Brenton Cyrus stands prepared with the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship on his shoulder, Alison Williams in front of him.

Brenton Cyrus
I hope you’re ready to die and not come back.

Death-Angel
Don’t make promises you can’t keep, I’ve been waiting for that for years now!

Death-Angel ducks down and enters the office, barely fitting past the door.

Death-Angel
But why do you want to kill me? I thought we had set all of this up so that we could kill Carver Ocean, then settle our rivalry one on one.

Brenton Cyrus looks at Death-Angel confused. Alison Williams stares at Death-Angel tears in her eyes.

Alison Williams
YOU TOOK OUR DAUGHTER YOU BITCH! You also blew up his mansion, but our daughter! You put her is so much danger!

Death-Angel tilts his head to the side.

Death-Angel
I don’t know what you are talking about. I do not have your daughter, nor did I blow up your mansion!

Brenton Cyrus steps up to Death-Angel.

Brenton Cyrus
I saw you emerge from my mansion as I was getting driven off by police!

Death-Angel nods.

Death-Angel
You saw me emerge from a flaming mansion, so that I wouldn’t be blown up. I only went back inside to get your daughter Claire, but she wasn’t in her crib.

Brenton Cyrus rolls his eyes and he shakes his head.

Brenton Cyrus
I never once thought you were the kind of guy to stoop so low as to lie to our faces!

Death-Angel
You know that I don’t lie and would take credit for any explosion I caused!

Brenton Cyrus
That’s true...

Alison Williams drops to the ground and wraps herself around the leg of Brenton Cyrus.

Alison Williams
oh my god our baby is dead!

Brenton Cyrus closes his eyes and shakes his head denying the idea.

Brenton Cyrus
Don’t say that!

Alison Williams jumps up to her feet holding the arm of Brenton Cyrus now.

Alison Williams
We thought Death-Angel had her the entire time, but she’s dead, someone blew her up!

Everyone looks down sad, as if to mourn Claire Williams-Cyrus.

Death-Angel
I am every sorry to let you down, but we can still remove Carver Ocean!

Brenton Cyrus
You think he took Claire?

Alison Williams
NO! I think our daughter is gone!

Death-Angel
You never know, anything is possible, he may have her..

Brenton Cyrus turns his attention to Alison Williams.

Brenton Cyrus
No matter what happens tonight, do not leave this room!

City of Evil moves to ringside where the triple cell structure is set up, towering around and over the ring. Carver Ocean makes his way out as I’mma Shine by Youngblood plays. He walks down the ramp, looking at Triple Cell with an uneasy look on his face as he enters. Carver Ocean enters the cell and walks around the steel cage surrounded ring. He looks up and can see level after level of the triple cell structure. He enters the ring entering through the cage door.

Tommy Cornell: That is it Carver Ocean, the place you die!

John Greed: It turned out that the gun Carver Ocean had at the BDay Bash wasn’t fired, so not only do we not know what happened to Claire or the mansion, but we don’t even know who the shooter was!

Death-Angel makes his way out from under the ring. He stares past the cage at Carver Ocean, then he walks over to the cage door. He enters the ring and pulls the door closed by the barbwire on it.

Tommy Cornell: We are horrible detectives, but we are really great and sitting back, watching as things reveal themselves to us!

John Greed: That is true, but how in the hell did Death-Angel get under the ring, when we just saw him backstage? You think he has tunnels and passage ways leading around all the arenas or something?

The dubstep remix of I Never Wanted by As I lay Dying begins to play in the arena as Brenton Cyrus emerges from an elevator coming up through the center of the stage. He steps out and does the God Pose getting the fans to stand up and cheer as sparks rain down on him from high above. Brenton Cyrus makes his way down the ramp and doesn’t stop there as he continues walking into the cell. He walks over to the cage door and enters the ring. The door is shut behind him and it’s locked.

Tommy Cornell: As you can see, this thing is three Hell in a Cells stacked on top of each other, the first cell is 30 feet tall on its own, with two 20 foot cells on top of it. Inside the first cell, surrounding the ring is the barbwire cage.

John Greed: In the second level you will have to watch out for traps in the floor, as some of the cage pieces aren’t locked into place. This match is one huge death trap to say the least..

The referee wraps the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship around the belt loop, then he watches as it’s lift up out of the cage, through a hole in the cell roof. It continues to lift, elevating into the third cell as it’s lifted all the way up to the roof.

Morgan Freeman: This is the Triple Cell match for the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship! Introducing first, from Des Moines, Iowa. Standing 6‘3“ and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the reigning and defending World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion, Brenton Cyrus!

Brenton Cyrus stands motionless in the corner as he stares across the ring at Carver Ocean.

Morgan Freeman: his opponents, introducing first, he is the challenger, standing 9‘ and weighing in at 600 pounds, Death-Angel!

Death-Angel shakes the cage sending the crowd into a rumble as they begin to stomp their feet into the ground.

Morgan Freeman: their opponent, he is the challenger, from Wheeling, West Virginia. Standing 6‘2“ and weighing in at 200 pounds, Carver Ocean!

Carver Ocean holds his arms out to the side as he takes in all the boos.

“CYRUS IS GONNA KILL YOU!” “DEATH-ANGEL WILL KILL YOU!”
“CYRUS IS GONNA KILL YOU!” “DEATH-ANGEL WILL KILL YOU!”

Tommy Cornell: Who here is ready for someting sinister?

John Greed: IAM! IAM! ME! ME! ME!

The referee looks around and calls for the bell.


World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship


■ BRENTON CYRUS ■vs■ DEATH-ANGEL ■vs■ CARVER OCEAN ■


[DING DING DING]

Carver Ocean spins around and climbs up the turnbuckles. He starts to climb the cage but stops as he makes it to the barbwire lining the top.

Tommy Cornell: So much room, yet no escape!

John Greed: That isn’t like the cages inside the other cells, that cage doesn’t connect with the cell roof!

Brenton Cyrus and Death-Angel run to the corner and begin to climb up. They grabs Carver Ocean as he kicks at them, trying to keep them away. Carver Ocean kicks Brenton Cyrus low to the balls, then uses his foot to send him down to the ring mat.

Tommy Cornell: No rules in this match, you just have to escape with the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship!

John Greed: Way easier said than done, in order to get the title, you must climb over seventy feet above the arena floor to the roof of this destructive structure!

Carver Ocean is grabbed by his throat by the mighty hand of Death-Angel. He forces him face first into the top of the cage, pushing his head into the barbwire. Carver Ocean double kicks Death-Angel to his face and he falls straight down, nutting himself on the top rope.

Tommy Cornell: Ball shots to both Brenton Cyrus and Death-Angel!

John Greed: Death-Angel is hurt bad stuck on that rope!

Carver Ocean steps off the cage wall to the top turnbuckle. He jumps off and connects a blockbuster on Death-Angel, flipping, grabbing his head, taking him off the top rope with it down to the mat.

Tommy Cornell: Who the hell would have anticipated this?!

John Greed: Carver Ocean is doing really great to start this thing off, we may be in the process of biggest upset of all time!

Carver Ocean stands up and kicks Death-Angel down to his face as he watches Brenton Cyrus start to get to his feet, favoring his balls.

Tommy Cornell: Could we be on the verge of the Outshining era in NLWF?

John Greed: This thing just started, once he has the World Title in hand, I’ll give him more credit.

Brenton Cyrus turns around as Carver Ocean jolts at him with both knees, pulling him down into a codebreaker. Brenton Cyrus bounces off of his knees and falls through the ropes against the cage.

Tommy Cornell: SHINE! SHINE!

John Greed: You have got to be kidding me!

Carver Ocean jumps up to his feet and throws his hands up.

Tommy Cornell: He can’t even believe it!

John Greed: For someone so confident and cocky, he really looks surprised.

Carver Ocean runs and baseball slide dropkicks Brenton Cyrus against the cage wall. Carver Ocean stands up as Death-Angel gets to his feet behind him.

Tommy Cornell: This is where he gets his lights turned off!

John Greed: Can’t shine if he’s knocked out!

Death-Angel clenches his fist begging Carver Ocean to turn around.

Tommy Cornell: KABLOOSKIE COMING!

John Greed: He’s going to hit him so hard he’ll think he was back at War Games!

Carver Ocean turns around and begins to spray Death-Angel to the face as the throws the punch. Carver Ocean narrowly avoids it as he watches it soar past his face at top speed. He continues to spray the now blinded Death-Angel.

Tommy Cornell: HE’S GOT BEAR MACE!

John Greed: That may work on a little ol bear, but Death-Angel puts even the grizzlies to shame!

Death-Angel turns around and swings wildly at Carver Ocean who is able to duck as he finishes off his can, the last few sprays shooting out. Death-Angel runs forward into the cage wall bouncing off, spinning around throwing a wild punch that doesn’t come close to anything, but sends him stagger to the corner.

Tommy Cornell: Carver Ocean has come into this match with a gameplan that is working so far!

John Greed: He called out anyone who would fight him, before City of Evil was even officially announced and not a single person stepped up. He took things into his own hands, now he is in the co main event fighting two of the greatest of all time with the World Title up for grabs!

Death-Angel swings wildly again, this time landing the KABLOOSKIE punch to the barbwire door, sending it flying away into the cell wall.

Tommy Cornell: He just helped Carver Ocean out some more!

John Greed: He gave him an exit!

Carver Ocean drops down and crawls through the legs of Death-Angel, exiting through the cage door, falling to the ringside floor. He quickly stands up and reaches to grab the head of Death-Angel, pulling him across the rope.

Tommy Cornell: Hangman sends Death-Angel staggering back into the ring!

John Greed: While Carver Ocean is on his way up!

Carver Ocean climbs the outside of the steel cage wall. He makes it to the top of the wall stopping at the barbwire. He throws himself off of the cage wall and grabs onto the cell wall on the other side of him. He keeps climbing, on his way toward the corner of the cell one roof.

Tommy Cornell: BC is up and he’s aware Carver Ocean is on the move!

John Greed: This isn’t at all what I was expecting in this match!

Brenton Cyrus runs and shoves a staggering Death-Angel into the corner. He quickly steps out to the apron between the ropes and cage wall, then he begins to climb up the corner, lifting Death-Angel with him as he does. Brenton Cyrus smashes the head of Death-Angel into the corner of the cage, watching as he gets stuck to the barbwire lining.

Tommy Cornell: We thought BC would go for Carver, but instead he’s on the attack..

John Greed: Guess the deal they made has gone to shit!

Brenton Cyrus jumps up to the back of Death-Angel as he stands on the top turnbuckle leaned into the corner of the cage. Brenton Cyrus manages to stand up, surfing on the back of Death-Angel as he looks to the outside of the cage to see Carver Ocean push up a section of the cell one roof to make his way into cell two.

Tommy Cornell: BC watches as Carver Ocean makes his way into cell two, standing on the roof of cell one!

John Greed: What the hell is Cyrus thinking though letting him get away?

Brenton Cyrus runs up the back of Death-Angel then leaps off his shoulders as he flies through the air at the cell. He grabs onto the cell, his feet missing though, dangling as he holds on tight. He finds his footing and climbs up, entering into cell two behind Carve r Ocean.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!” “THAT WAS AWESOME!”

Tommy Cornell: Brenton Cyrus catches Carver Ocean faster than we expected!

John Greed: He’s got him now and Carver Ocean has no idea he’s right behind him.

Brenton Cyrus clubs Carver Ocean to the back of his head, then he grabs him and throws him face first into the corner pipe of the steel cage in the center of cell two. Brenton Cyrus swings the cage two door open and lets it hit Carver Ocean to the face, knocking him back down to the cell roof floor rolling over himself.

Tommy Cornell: He’s got him now, enough of the bullshit, it’s time for some BC!

John Greed: It was only a matter of time, now things are starting to turn into the way we expected them to be!

Brenton Cyrus lifts Carver Ocean up off the cage floor, then he sends him face first into the cell two wall. Carver Ocean bounces back at Brenton Cyrus rebounding off the wall into a back body drop that sends him crashing through one of the cage in the middle walls. Carver Ocean lands on top of it, releasing a scream as he sits up.

Tommy Cornell: Bounces off the cell, then puts him through the cage wall!

John Greed: This cage is like a puzzle from the sick and sadistic skull of Death-Angel! So many traps, obstacles, and who knows what else!

Brenton Cyrus steps onto the cage wall and he reaches down to grab Carver Ocean by his face, pressing his thumbs into his eyes. Brenton Cyrus lifts Carver Ocean up to his feet, then he lifts him up into a fireman’s carry position. Brenton Cyrus walks out of cage two through the opening made by the missing wall, then he approaches the cell.

Tommy Cornell: Evil intentions in the mind of Brenton Cyrus here!

John Greed: Here and always from what we’ve seen when he is in that ring!

Brenton Cyrus throws Carver Ocean up in front of him and brings him down face first into his knee. Brenton Cyrus grabs the back of Carver Oceans head as he throws him face first into the cell wall following impact.

Tommy Cornell: Vicious, Vicious Betrayal from Brenton Cyrus on Carver Ocean!

John Greed: He’s got him hurt badly, he should looked to get going toward the title!

Death-Angel pulls himself up out of the corner, climbing up until he’s out of it, standing at the corner of the steel cage around the ring. Death-Angel reaches up but is tall enough to grab onto the cell one roof.

Tommy Cornell: First time Death-Angel has ever been too short to do something!

John Greed: I hope he’s not thinking of jumping...

Death-Angel looks at the cell wall from where he stands. He walks along the wall, stepping on the barbwire, smashing it down under his weight. Death-Angel leaps from the cage wall but doesn’t get much height or distance, barreling straight down.

Tommy Cornell: HOLY SHIT!

John Greed: WHAT THE FUCK IS HE THINKING!?

Death-Angel crashes down into the cell door and bursts through from the impact rolling out of the cell near the ramp.

Tommy Cornell: Is he dead?

John Greed: Is he ever?

Brenton Cyrus lifts Carver Ocean to his feet, revealing that he’s been busted wide open, a large gash on his forehead seeping blood all over him. Brenton Cyrus grabs Carver Ocean by his throat and he presses him against the cell wall, choking the life out of him.

Tommy Cornell: This is the ruthless Brenton Cyrus of old!

John Greed: He’s looking better than ever here tonight!

Brenton Cyrus pulls Carver Ocean away from the cell wall. He lifts him up for a chokeslam and drives him down onto his knee for a backbreaker. Brenton Cyrus stands grabbing Carver Ocean by the back of his head as he runs with him, sending him face first into a cell wall. The wall gives way and swings open with Carver Ocean hanging on for dear life.

Tommy Cornell: Trap wall!

John Greed: Carver Ocean is hanging 30 feet above our audience!

The wall swings until it hits the cell, Carver Ocean still holding onto it with all he has. Brenton Cyrus sticks his head out, looking to the ring at Carver Ocean hanging on. He stands in the missing area and looks out at the crowd, then does his God Pose, getting a great ovation.

Tommy Cornell: These guys still have forty feet to climb to get to the top!

John Greed: It only takes one to make the climb, then he still has to make it down with the World Title!

Brenton Cyrus reaches for Carver Ocean but he’s too far away. Brenton Cyrus turns around and begins to climb up the inner cage wall.

Tommy Cornell: Smart, having seen some of the cell walls give way, he climbs the inner cage so at least he doesn’t fall out of the cell completely.

John Greed: I really had no idea what to expect, considering the first and only time we had this match, it was crazy, but this is turning into a really legendary contest!

Death-Angel stands up and shakes the cobwebs away. He walks to the cell and begins to climb the outside of it slowly. Brenton Cyrus continues to climb up the cage wall, pushing through a trap section, letting it fall down the cell one roof. He hangs on with one arm, bring his other arm up to grabs a study section of cage.

Tommy Cornell: He’s very cautious as he climbs, knowing that unknown dangers lurk looking to take him out!

John Greed: That one almost got him!

Carver Ocean begins to climb as he looks down to see Death-Angel gaining on him, moving around the front of the cell, to the side that he’s on.

Tommy Cornell: Two climb the outside of the structure as one man climbs on the inside!

John Greed: The outside guys may have an advantage, though Brenton Cyrus is higher than them. They have a direct shot at making it to the roof!

Brenton Cyrus makes it to the roof of cell two, but as he pushes up on in, no trap doors open for him to enter cell three.

Tommy Cornell: He’s stuck!

John Greed: This structure is a mindfuck in and of itself, no twist needed or necessary!

Carver Ocean violently begins to kick at the portion of cell wall that gave way on him, now above it as Death-Angel makes his way closer and closer.

Tommy Cornell: He’s gaining on him and once he gets him, I bet he’ll toss him off!

John Greed: I don’t doubt that!

Carver Ocean manages to kick the wall off sending it falling straight down at Death-Angel. With one hand Death-Angel reaches up and catches the cage wall, preventing it from taking him out or crashing down on the fans. Death-Angel throws the cell wall up sending back where it came, through the gap that it left.

Tommy Cornell: Death-Angel is a hero!

John Greed: Saved himself, saved the people down below, and he saved NLWF from getting sued had that cell wall crushed said people!

Death-Angel hurries climbing faster as Carver Ocean stares down, watching what transpired. Brenton Cyrus grabs onto the cell two roof, grabbing the support beam. He goes to climb across it but the beam gives way sending him swinging into the cell wall.

Tommy Cornell: Another trap prevails!

John Greed: But he held on, at least he’s where he needs to be now!

Brenton Cyrus climbs the beam, then he steps off onto the cell wall into the corner. He pushes up the roof door and climbs into cell three, laying down on the cell roof floor of cell two, having just escaped.

Tommy Cornell: That was a very close call, but he’s made it to the final cell! He just has to escape the cell to the roof of it and go for the World title.

John Greed: You keep forgetting the part where he has to go all the way through the triple cell again with the World Title!

Carver Ocean makes it to the outside of Cell three, looking in at Brenton Cyrus.

Tommy Cornell: Carver Ocean is going to pass him by and make it to the roof!

John Greed: Not if Death-Angel can help it!

Death-Angel catches Carver Ocean, grabbing him by his leg as he continues to climb. Death-Angel climbs until he’s side by side with Carver Ocean on the outside of cell three. Death-Angel grabs Carver Ocean by the back of his neck, then he shoves him into the cell wall, sending him crashing through it on his way down to the cell two roof inside of cell three, landing a few feet away from Brenton Cyrus.

Tommy Cornell: The insanely strong Death-Angel shoves Carver Ocean through the cage wall!

John Greed: He made it look easy and I don’t even think it was a trap wall!

Brenton Cyrus sits up and watches as Death-Angel steps to the opening he created using Carver Ocean. He begins to climb down into cell three.

Tommy Cornell: Instead of going to the top, Death-Angel is going in!

John Greed: No one knows this structure better than Death-Angel, he designed the damn thing and was buried under it during the only match is was used!

Death-Angel approaches as Brenton Cyrus gets to his feet. They look at each other, then down at Carver Ocean as he drips blood trying to get up.

Tommy Cornell: Now they are going to stick to the plan!

John Greed: Team up, eliminate Ocean, fight each other!

Death-Angel and Brenton Cyrus team up to lift the cage wall with Carver Ocean laid out on it. Death-Angel and Brenton Cyrus lifts the cage wall, sending Carver Ocean launching off into the cell three wall. He falls back down quickly landing on the cell wall, bouncing on it on impact as it’s still held by Death-Angel and Brenton Cyrus.

Tommy Cornell: Such innovation in all these matches here tonight!

John Greed: So many things that we’ve never seen or even imagined possible until you witnessed it here at City of Evil!

Death-Angel and Brenton Cyrus run with the cage wall, then smash it into the cell three wall sandwiching Carver Ocean between the two. Brenton Cyrus holds the wall in position, keeping Carver Ocean trapped between as Death-Angel backs away.

Tommy Cornell: This wont be good for Ocean!

John Greed: Nothing is ever good when you’re a Ocean!

Death-Angel runs and splashes Carver Ocean against the walls, then he holds it in position as Brenton Cyrus walks over. He jumps and delivers a dropkick to the back of Carver Ocean between the cages.

Brenton Cyrus
Did you take my daughter!?

Tommy Cornell: It’s interrogation time!

John Greed: If he’s guilty he’ll crack!

Brenton Cyrus jumps and dropkicks the cage wall into Carver Ocean again.

Brenton Cyrus
Did you take my daughter!?

Carver Ocean
NOOOOOO!

Death-Angel and Brenton Cyrus let the cage wall fall with Carver Ocean falling back on top of it.

Tommy Cornell: He says he didn’t do it.

John Greed: But now that means they don’t need him alive for any reason!

Brenton Cyrus slowly lifts Carver Ocean up, then he lifts him to his shoulders in a torture rack.

Tommy Cornell: You’re right, and it looks like they don’t plan on leaving him alive for any reason!

John Greed: Nice knowing you Carver... NOT!

Brenton Cyrus throws Carver Ocean over his head down into a knee to the back of his skull and neck, keeping him standing long enough for Death-Angel to punch him to the face.

Tommy Cornell: KILLER KABLOOSKIE COMBO!

John Greed: Inverted Vicious Betrayal right into the Kablooskie KO punch!

Brenton Cyrus walks over and begins to climb the cell three wall. Death-Angel lifts Carver Ocean up to his feet, then up to his shoulders and he climbs with him following Brenton Cyrus.

Tommy Cornell: Looks like they’re taking this party to the roof!

John Greed: They are going to be seventy feet above City of Evil, up in the lights!

Brenton Cyrus emerges from cell three crawling up to the roof.

Tommy Cornell: The World Championship is finally in sight!

John Greed: This match is NLWF’s Mount Everest!

Brenton Cyrus stands and watches as Death-Angel crawls onto the roof with Carver Ocean on his back. Brenton Cyrus runs and punt kicks Death-Angel to his skull, sending him falling down limp on the triple cell roof.

Tommy Cornell: OH! That wasn’t the vicious betrayal, yet it was!

John Greed: No teams in this match, Re-Awakening from Brenton Cyrus to the skull of Death-Angel to remind him of that!

Brenton Cyrus shrugs then turns it into his God Pose as he looks over his shoulder at the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship.

Tommy Cornell: What is he waiting for? Grab the title and climb down the outside of the cage!

John Greed: I agree, sure you conquered the mountain, but you have to get the hell out of there!

Brenton Cyrus walks slowly over the triple cell roof, following the beams, avoiding stepping on the all cage parts.

Tommy Cornell: He doesn’t want to fall back to the beginning after making it so far.

John Greed: Can’t blame him for that.

Brenton Cyrus makes it over and grabs the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship. He looks down at the hole it hangs over going all the way down to the ring. He removes the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship and holds it in his hands in front of him.

Tommy Cornell: He’s got the gold!

John Greed: Now he needs an escape plan, some way out!

Death-Angel gets up to his feet with Carver Ocean still on his back. He walks toward Brenton Cyrus, then he drops Carver Ocean down and whips him at him. Brenton Cyrus avoids Carver Ocean, sliding the belt loop around his neck as he gives him a shove to the back.

Tommy Cornell: He hung him!

John Greed: WOW!

Carver Ocean swings by the rope over the hole in the roof, then he swings back kicking his legs at Death-Angel who punches him to the face, freeing him from the belt loops.

Tommy Cornell: KABLOOSKIE!

John Greed: This match is a great time to have cheap seat tickets, they have a great view of what’s going on!

Death-Angel reaches down and grabs Carver Ocean by his throat. He lifts him straight up for a chokeslam the he drops him down through the hole, watching as he falls into cell three, landing next to the hole. He bounces to the right and falls down to cell two this time continuing his descent into cell one where he lands in the center of the ring with a sickening thud.

“HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!”

Tommy Cornell: CARVER OCEAN HAS BEEN SENT FROM TOP TO BOTTOM

John Greed: GOOD GOD!

Tommy Cornell: Probably not the right time to say it.. but thank god for reinforced ring gear here tonight!

John Greed: Never a bad time to thank god for NLWF my friend!

Death-Angel tries to stand up as his arm dangles down into cell three hanging from the hole as he stares down. Brenton Cyrus is on the attack though as he locks in a crossface. Death-Angel stands up with Brenton Cyrus, then brings him down with a side slam down into the roof.

Tommy Cornell: Brenton Cyrus has dropped the World Title!

John Greed: It’s time for them to do what they said and fight now that Carver Ocean has been destroyed!

Death-Angel stands up with the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship in hands. He lifts Brenton Cyrus to his feet but is taken down face first into the belt and the cage roof with a cutter out of nowhere.

Tommy Cornell: Epiphany from Brenton Cyrus to take Death-Angel down now!

John Greed: What a night! What a fucking night!

Death-Angel and Brenton Cyrus both start to stand up at the same time. Brenton Cyrus grabs the throat of Death-Angel as he stands up. Death-Angel gets up off his knees and Brenton Cyrus is barely able to reach his throat. Death-Angel grabs Brenton Cyrus by his throat instead and lifts him for a chokeslam but he pushes away and lands a dropkick.

Tommy Cornell: Chokeslam countered with a dropkick into the face of the mighty Death-Angel!

John Greed: These guys are still on the roof fighting, one of them has got to escape with the World title!

Brenton Cyrus grabs the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship as he runs at Death-Angel. He swings the belt at him but takes a punch to the face as Death-Angel springs up to his feet.

Tommy Cornell: KABLOOSKIE!

John Greed: We are going to have a new World Champion here tonight!

Death-Angel takes the World Championship out of the hands of Brenton Cyrus. He tries to hang on, even knocked out, but Death-Angel gets the belt away from him.

Tommy Cornell: I have to agree with you Greed, we are looking at the next World Champion!

John Greed: Lucky he wont be Freedom Champion, we would have to see a Triple Cell every title defense!

Death-Angel holds up the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship as he walks to the edge. He begins to climb down the side of the cell with the belt on his shoulder.

Tommy Cornell: Brenton Cyrus, even delirious, is trying his very best to sit up!

John Greed: He knows he doesn’t have the belt, which means Death-Angel is escaping with it!

Brenton Cyrus rolls over and starts to crawl. He gets to his feet and walks with a stagger as he begins to climb down the side of the cage after Death-Angel.

Tommy Cornell: This is a race for the World!

John Greed: Brenton Cyrus much faster is catching up quick!

Death-Angel makes it down to the cell two outside wall as Brenton Cyrus climbs down cell three.

Tommy Cornell: He’s moving really fast for a guy who got punched to the face!

John Greed: Brenton Cyrus has been separated from the World title before at this event, he doesn’t want history repeating!

Death-Angel stops at the missing cell wall piece that Carver Ocean swung out on earlier in the match. Death-Angel looks up to see Brenton Cyrus swing down with a double kick to his chest,sending him falling backwards with the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship.

Tommy Cornell: BC tried to grab the title from his hands, but it all happened so fast!

Death-Angel falls to the cell one roof and crashes through it falling straight down to the ringside floor, landing in front of the cell one door.

John Greed: BRENTON CYRUS HELPED HIM!

Tommy Cornell: He’s hurt badly though!

John Greed: Yeah, but the no sell master is only a few feet from crawling out with the World title!

Brenton Cyrus stands where Death-Angel stood, looking down at him laying motionless so close to the exit. Brenton Cyrus drops down and starts to climb down again.

Tommy Cornell: This is going to be a photo finish, Death-Angel is starting to move again!

John Greed: You’re right, Cyrus is on his way down while Angel is on his way out!

Death-Angel leans against the ring steps with the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship on his lap.

Tommy Cornell: He’s gotta move though, he’s gotta make a break for it!

John Greed: He just dropped a good forty feet! The only thing that broke his fall was that ten feet down he hit the roof, but then that gave way and down he went!

Brenton Cyrus falls for a trap as a portion of cage pulls out in his hand. He hangs from a little over the top of cell one by one hand as he feet dangle beneath him and his body starts to spin. Brenton Cyrus is forced to let go of his grip and he comes falling down backwards down into the audience.

Tommy Cornell: OH NO! On his way down he fell for a trick and down goes Cyrus!

John Greed: He took out a good section of fans and chairs!

Death-Angel extends his arm reaching for the open cell door. He leans forward and starts to crawl using his one arm to move closers, the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship in hand as he moves close to the door with it.

Tommy Cornell: All he has to do is cross the threshold out of hell and he’ll have the entire World!

John Greed: He’s just a few reaches away!

Death-Angel pushes his hand and the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship into the ringside floor as he makes it to right in front of the cell door, almost out completely. Death-Angel pushes up with his arm then he dives forward dropping out of the cell door.

John Greed: HE DID IT!

Brenton Cyrus comes running out of the audience with a punt kick to the skull of Death-Angel, snatching the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship from his hand as he passes him by and drops to the floor. Death-Angel hits the ground, halfway out of the cell, empty handed.

[Ding Ding Ding]



Morgan Freeman: Here is your winner of triple cell, still the World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion, Brenton Cyrus!

Tommy Cornell: NO! So close! As he was dropping out of the cell he was robbed in the blink of an eye!

John Greed: That was one of the closest finishes we’ve ever seen! But the rule does say you have to touch the ground and as Death-Angel was on his way out he hadn’t hit the ground yet!

Brenton Cyrus stands up using the outside of the cell to get to his feet. He raises the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship in his hand as he looks at the laid out Death-Angel at the doorway.

Tommy Cornell: We have seen everything and more here at City of Evil!

John Greed: Could be the greatest show of all time, no shit.

Brenton Cyrus starts to back up the ramp placing the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship around his waist.


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City of Evil returns quickly with the lights shutting off inside the arena. They turn back on to reveal Brenton Cyrus standing in the middle of the ring, once again surrounded by the Triple Cell, Carver Ocean and Death-Angel both gone. He spins around into a chair shot directly to his head.

Tommy Cornell: IT’S THE MEXICAN FUCKING SAMURAI!

John Greed: What the hell is he doing? He’s just laid out the World Champion and owner of the NLWF!

The Mexican Samurai lays the chair down and lifts Brenton Cyrus up under his arm. Blood begins to drip down to the chair as The Mexican Samurai lifts Brenton Cyrus up for a suplex. The Mexican Samurai spins and brings Brenton Cyrus straight down with a brainbuster down onto the chair. The impact sits Brenton Cyrus up.

Tommy Cornell: Mexican Maelstrom!

John Greed: A vicious attack by The Mexican Samurai who is back from the dead here at City of Evil!

The Mexican Samurai grabs the steel chair and puts it in a seated position. He lifts Brenton Cyrus to his feet again under his arm.

Tommy Cornell: Another one?

John Greed: Why is he doing this? I thought his problem was with Nick Ridicule!

The Mexican Samurai lifts Brenton Cyrus not even bothering spin as he drops him down instantaneously onto the open chair. Brenton Cyrus lays laid out on the chair, his neck over bent back over the seat.

Tommy Cornell: Brenton Cyrus fights in Triple Cell for about an hour and this is what he gets for it!

John Greed: The Mexican Samurai has made his return in a big way tonight.

The Mexican Samurai exits the cage, then he exits the cell. The Mexican Samurai jumps the guardrail and vanishes into the sea of people.

Tommy Cornell: WHERE IS SECURITY AT!? He’s not employed to the NLWF, get him out of there!

John Greed: We need medics out here for Brenton Cyrus, he’s hurt bad!





The Strike Back Bells begin to blare throughout the Sin City arena getting the crowd to stand up as the song begins and Johnny Styles makes his way onto the stage, then down the ramp.

Tommy Cornell: Just when we thought things couldn’t be worse here for Brenton Cyrus.

John Greed: What’s he coming out for?

Johnny Styles enters the cell, then he enters the cage and walks over to the bloody Brenton Cyrus, standing over him.

Johnny Styles
I heard you made a challenge for me here tonight, is that right?

Tommy Cornell: What kind of delusional world does he live in?

John Greed: I don’t know, I haven’t any idea what he’s talking about!

Johnny Styles
You did say you wanted to fight the man who took your daughter?

An evil and sinister smile crosses the face of Johnny Styles.

“HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!”

Johnny Styles
You said you wanted to fight the man who blew up your mansion?

The smile on the face of Johnny Styles grows wider as he raises an eyebrow.

“HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!”

Johnny Styles
The person who aimed to gun you down?

“HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!”

Tommy Cornell: OH DEAR GOD! Oh no! This can’t be happening!

John Greed: I think I just solved the mystery Tommy!

Johnny Styles
You want to fight this man so bad, you’re willing to put the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship on the line, isn’t that right?

Tommy Cornell: Wait a damn second, is he saying what we all think he’s saying?

John Greed: He is!

Johnny Styles removes his trench coat to reveal his ring gear. Johnny Styles points at the referee and orders him to ring the bell.

Tommy Cornell: This can’t be happening!

John Greed: It is! My mind is blown!

The referee reluctantly calls for the bell as Johnny Styles grabs him by his throat.



World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship


■ BRENTON CYRUS ■vs■ JOHNNY STYLES ■


[DING DING DING]

Johnny Styles
I have definitely never felt this goooooood!

Tommy Cornell: He’s just going to take the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship and walk away with it!?

John Greed: Who can stop him? He played Brenton Cyrus!

Johnny Styles walks over and grabs the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship from near Brenton Cyrus still laid out on the chair. Johnny Styles bring the microphone to his mouth again.

Johnny Styles
You’re not looking so good, BC!

Johnny Styles laughs and goes to walk away but his foot is grabbed by Brenton Cyrus.

Tommy Cornell: HE’S NOT DEAD YET!

John Greed: BC is a guy who doesn’t know when to stay down!

Johnny Styles stomps Brenton Cyrus down into the chair, then he lifts him to his feet quickly and smashes him to the face with the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship. Brenton Cyrus staggers back into the cage wall and rebounds into Johnny Styles as he attempts another belt shot. Brenton Cyrus reverses it, taking the belt from the hands of Johnny Styles as he makes his out out of the cage door.

Tommy Cornell: GO CYRUS GO!

John Greed: HE’S GOING TO ESCAPE!

Johnny Styles dives through the ropes and tackles Brenton Cyrus to the ringside floor as he reaches out with the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship.

Tommy Cornell: Now he knows how Death-Angel felt!

John Greed: Oh cruel irony!

Johnny Styles lifts Brenton Cyrus to his feet and smashes him to the face with the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship. The cut on his head begins to pour out like a faucet of blood streaming down his head to his chest.

Tommy Cornell: Brenton Cyrus can’t even see what he’s doing as the crimson mask of blood graces his face!

John Greed: He made it out of Triple Cell without a cut, but the aftermath has taken its toll on him!

Johnny Styles hits Brenton Cyrus with the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship again, then he drops the belt and runs him full speed into the cell wall sending him crashing through it. Brenton Cyrus rolls off the cage wall and lands on the Spanish announcers table.

Tommy Cornell: He escaped, just not with the belt..

John Greed: He’s close to us and Johnny Styles is coming after him!

Johnny Styles climbs out of the cell and begins to climb up it. He looks over his shoulder at the bloody Brenton Cyrus bleeding all over the Spanish announcers table as he starts to climb higher. Johnny Styles makes it so he would be standing on the roof of cell one if cell two wasn’t stacked on.

Tommy Cornell: He’s not going to jump is he?

John Greed: He didn’t climb up there for the view!

Johnny Styles comes falling down with an elbow driven down into the heard of Brenton Cyrus sending both men crashing through the Spanish announcers table.

Tommy Cornell: Johnny Styles soars thirty feet to bury an elbow, like a stake into the heart of Brenton Cyrus!

John Greed: No he’s no selling!

Johnny Styles jumps up to his feet and screams out at the audience, that at the announcers. He takes the headset off of John Greed and puts it on.

Johnny Styles
Now to become the new World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion!

Johnny Styles throws the headset off of his head as he walks over and climbs back into the cell. Johnny Styles jumps down into the cell and walks to the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship picking it up. He walks to the door of the cell looking at it the doorway. He proudly places the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship on his shoulder as he steps out of the cell. The referee is forced to call for the bell.

[DING DING DING]

Morgan Freeman: Here is your winner of Triple Cell, The New World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion, Johnny Styles!

Johnny Styles makes his way up the ramp with the title flung over his shoulder, hanging down his back for the world to see.

“WE WERE MIND FUCKED!” “WE WERE MIND FUCKED!”


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City of Evil shows Johnny Styles emerge backstage with the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship now wrapped around his waist. He rubs it with his hands, as he makes his way to the locker room of of Brenton Cyrus, kicking the door in.

Johnny Styles
HERE’S JOHNNY!

Johnny Styles looks into the locker room at Alison Williams who watches on the television screen having watched everything that transpired. Johnny Styles enters the locker room and slams the door behind him as Alison Williams screams. City of Evil moves back to ringside as Triple Cell is lifted slowly back to the top of the arena. Brenton Cyrus pushes medics away from his as he sits on on he wreckage of the announcers table.

Tommy Cornell: The never say die, die hard spirit of Brenton Cyrus is like no other!

John Greed: The guy is truly amazing, one of a kind, tonight just didn’t go the way anyone could have ever expected!

Tommy Cornell: It’s obvious we’re at City of Evil, because my mind is hurting from having been blown too many times already!

John Greed: How are we supposed to call a main event that’s mind blowing, with our minds already blown out!?

Brenton Cyrus manages to stand up, blood still pooling out of the wound on his head. Brenton Cyrus staggers forward shoving one medic as he uses another to stay up. He shoves him away as well as he moves along the guardrail on his way toward the ramp. Brenton Cyrus pushes away and begins to stagger jog up the ramp. He falls down to the ramp and blood pours from his head. He rolls off the ramp and runs to the side of the stage, pushing past the curtain.
City of Evil switches to the locker room of Brenton Cyrus as the door opens and Johnny Styles steps out. He looks over his shoulder to see Brenton Cyrus staggering toward him. Johnny Styles tosses the belt over his shoulder, letting it hang down his back as he walks away. Brenton Cyrus leans against the wall of the Sin City arena hallway, leaving a trail of blood from his head with each step.

Alison Williams emerges from the locker room with a knife in her hand. She drops it as she sees Brenton Cyrus getting closer.

Alison Williams
Oh my god, are you ok?

Alison Williams puts her arm around Brenton Cyrus, not caring as he bleeds on her.

Brenton Cyrus
What... was.. he doing?

Alison Williams
He told me that he’s kept Claire safe, that he’s nothing like you, just giving you a taste of your own medicine. He said he’ll give her back to us unharmed at Legends of the Fall.

Brenton Cyrus
Just.. like that?

Alison Williams
I guess so, but she’s alive and safe, he showed my a picture.

Brenton Cyrus pushes off the wall and begins to speed walk, limping and staggering every few steps.

Alison Williams
Where are you going?

Brenton Cyrus
Stay in the room!

Brenton Cyrus follows Johnny Styles as he pushes past the exit doors at the end of the hall. Brenton Cyrus runs as fast as he’s able to.

Brenton Cyrus
STYLES!

City of Evil follows Brenton Cyrus as he pushes past the exit doors only to see Johnny Styles get driven off as he hangs the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship out the window.

Johnny Styles
I NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD!

Brenton Cyrus watches the car drive off, unable to do anything about it. He turns around and jumps at the last second as the ford limousine pulls up. He rolls onto the hood and is launched down to the parking lot floor as it stops, slamming the brakes. City of Evil shows and bloody Brenton Cyrus laid out on the parking lot floor, pools of blood forming around his head, rippling with each breath he takes as he stares shocked with his eyes open.

The sound of the limousine door opening is heard, followed by footsteps getting closer and closer. Brenton Cyrus looks up and for the first time, a look of fear fills his face. A cigar comes crashing down near his head, going out as it hits his blood, sending up one last puff of smoke. He closes his eyes slowly and the ripples stop on the pool of blood as he holds his breath. A foot comes down and smashes into the head of Brenton Cyrus as City of Evil cuts to static.

City of Evil moves to Nick Ridicule as he walks down the hallway. He watches as Alice Wright emerges from the womens locker room area.

Nick Ridicule
Hey, the main event is next but I had to take care of some things after your match.

Alice Wright nods her head as she tries to walk past him. Nick Ridicule takes a step back looking at Alice Wright but she doesn’t look back at him.

Nick Ridicule
Are you alright?

Alice Wright
I have to go.

Nick Ridicule
Go where? Aren’t you going to watch my match?

Alice Wright
I don’t know, I’ll catch it on pay per view, but I have plans, I have to leave.

Alice Wright moves past Nick Ridicule and she hurries away.

Nick Ridicule
Well, Congratulations on the win...

Nick Ridicule holds his arms out, then turns around as he runs into Brandon Macdonald.

Brandon Macdonald
I met someone tonight.

Nick Ridicule
I’m sure you and your little Canadian pecker will have a nice time, I have bigger things I need to take care of.

Brandon Macdonald
I didn’t meet a woman. I met a mat.

Nick Ridicule
Whatever floats your boat!

Brandon Macdonald
That’s not what we’re talking about here. This man will soon be a very powerful friend in the No Limit Wrestling Federation. A guy who will be able to make things happen!

Nick Ridicule
Is that a fact?

Nick Ridicule and Brandon Macdonald smirk at each other as they have a stare down.

Brandon Macdonald
This friend of mine will be able to get me a job with the No Limit Wrestling Federation, once I’m not hurt anymore. I may not get the Immortal Contract that I deserve, thanks to you, but my accomplishments speak for themselves. Thanks to you, I have unfinished business here in the NLWF! I will be an Immortal the way that I know I deserve to be!

Nick Ridicule
Immortals make the company, The Federation greater, they don’t kill it.

Brandon Macdonald
How is it you got in then?

Brandon Macdonald turns his back on Nick Ridicule and doesn’t move.

Brandon Macdonald
You going to take another cheap shot at me? Like you did on Fusion?

Brandon Macdonald turns around slowly.

Brandon Macdonald
Didn’t think so!

Brandon Macdonald turns to walk away, but then he turns again to catch Nick Ridicule with his fist up.

Brandon Macdonald
By the way.. This friend of mine made me the special guest referee and enforcer for the main event here tonight! I’ll see you out there.

Brandon Macdonald turns and walks away this time leaving Nick Ridicule with his fist up. His middle finger shoots up as he flips Brandon Macdonald off sending City of Evil to ringside.

Tommy Cornell: I can’t handle anymore Greedy! My mind has been turned to mush! I’m shocked, bewildered, flabbergasted, besmirched, and any other words you can think of to describe your own feelings of mindblowingness!

John Greed: Just one more match Tommy! No tricks, no master plans, no mind games, no twists! Just two of the best set to fight in a rubber match now that they are both at the very top of the game!



James Shark is shown being escorted by the force of law. As they make it to the bottom of the steps then unshackle him removing the cuffs from his hands. He walks up the steps and stands at the top.

300 Violin Orchestra begins to play on the P.A System. The fans begin to roar with cheers, only some boos could be heard. James Shark walks out of the curtains nodding his head. He's wearing his usual entrance attire, a hooded sweater with the hood over a cap. As he walks down the ramp, he sticks up both of his arms middle fingers up in the air.

The fans react booing louder, but he continues to have his middle fingers pointed at every single one of them. He then slides into the ring, bouncing off the ropes and throwing his cap to the audience before removing his sweater and hanging it on the ring ropes.

Tommy Cornell: This is the kind of thing great main events are made of, two guys who have such mixed fan bases, years in the making for this huge third encounter!

John Greed: We have seen it all tonight, yet we will still see something we have never seen before! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!?



Nick Ridicule emerges from backstage with the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship in hand. He looks at the Championship as he steps to the center of the stage. He holds his arms up and fire shoots out of the stage next to him. He begins to walk down the ramp fire shooting to his left and right with each step he takes as he makes his way down to the ring. Nick Ridicule jumps up to the apron and climbs the turnbuckles throwing the Championship up high into the air. He takes in the boos from the crowd as he turns his focus to James Shark. Nick Ridicule jumps down into the ring with a smile on his face as he takes his corner.

Morgan Freeman: The following is the main event of the evening and it is for the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida. Standing 6'4“ and weighing in at 222 pounds, he is the reigning and defending No Limit Wrestling Federation Champion, Nick Ridicule!

Nick Ridicule talks to himself in the corner as he stares across the ring at James Shark. He kisses the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship then hands it to referee Brandon Macdonald. He tries to pull the belt away but he grips on not allowing him to take it. Brandon Macdonald rips the NLWF Championship out of the hands of Nick Ridicule as he steps to the center of the ring.

Morgan Freeman: His opponent, the challenger, from Brooklyn, New York! Standing 6‘ and weighing in at 190 pounds, James Shark!

James Shark shadow boxes out of his corner to the center of the ring. He stares at the NLWF Championship as he hits it with his glove.

Tommy Cornell: A lot of people have asked me this week about the gloves James Shark and Nick Ridicule wear during matches. NLWF has a punch scale that everyone has to hit prior to an event, if you rank a certain level your hands are considered deadly weapons and you have to wear gloves according to how hard you hit.

John Greed: I never knew that, but it makes sense now.

Tommy Cornell: For James Shark he chose to use bigger gloves that cover his fingers because they make his hands even bigger and he knows he wont need to use his individual fingers much.

John Greed: Unlike Ridicule who will, so he uses the open gloves. So much detail!

Referee Brandon Macdonald calls for the bell as he hands the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship off to Morgan Freeman.



Guest Referee and Enforcer: Brandon Macdonald
No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship


■ NICK RIDICULE ■vs■ JAMES SHARK ■
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[DING DING DING]

Nick Ridicule and James Shark come out of their corners throwing feeler punches at each other. Nick Ridicule jabs James Shark as he keeps him away, circling around away from the power punches of James Shark. Nick Ridicule jolts in with a straight right hand to the jaw of James Shark, following up with a leg kick as he leans out of the way of the hooking counter punches.

Tommy Cornell: This has big time fight written all over it! All other promoters eat your hearts out!

John Greed: This is a big time money match up!

Nick Ridicule hits the ropes and drops down to a knee avoiding the hooks of James Shark as he lands a straight right to the stomach of James Shark, knocking the wind out of him. James Shark backs up to the ropes as he covers his body up trying to take in some oxygen. Nick Ridicule rushes in landing a stepping knee to his body before he hits the ropes. James Shark stays on his feet as he rebounds off the ropes with an overhand right hook that finds the cheek of Nick Ridicule, staggering him across the ring to the ropes.

Tommy Cornell: It’s Nick Ridicule who strikes first with the first serious damage blow, taking the wind from James Shark!

John Greed: But James Shark fires back hurt and lands a mean right hook!

Nick Ridicule comes back with a push kick to the knee of James Shark, then he steps in and lands a jab, uppercut, exit left hook combination before taking a few steps back to avoid the counter punching. Nick Ridicule lands a leg kick as James Shark moves it, then he hits him with a jumping side kick. James Shark comes back with two left hooks, one of them grazing the jaw of Nick Ridicule before he avoids the other.

Tommy Cornell: Nick Ridicule mixing up his strikes nicely as James Shark only throws fists of stone!

John Greed: Ridicule has accused James Shark of being one dimensional in the ring, he’ll need to prove otherwise if he wants to be successful!

Nick Ridicule lands a push kick to the chest of James Shark, sending him into the ropes. He rebounds off and Nick Ridicule catches him with Nick Kick to the face. James Shark stays on his feet as he quickly stumbles along the ropes into the corner.

Tommy Cornell: Nick Kick connects, but James Shark does not go down!

John Greed: Neither man has gone down so far, it’s all about pride, neither man wants to have to say the other guy dropped him!

Nick Ridicule is quickly to bully James Shark in the corner, coming in with a back elbow into his face as he tries to cover up. James Shark shoves Nick Ridicule away from him, but he’s all over him hitting him with a four punch combination to the body, before bring a left hook, right cross to his head, snapping his head back as he’s trapped in the corner.

Tommy Cornell: James Shark needs to get out of there or he’ll be destroyed!

John Greed: Ridicule will be happy to bully him into the corner to beat him up! James Shark will have a hard time landing big power strikes stuck in the corner.

Nick Ridicule moves in, pushing his forearm into the throat of James Shark as she shoves him back into the corner. Brandon Macdonald walks over and begins to count as Nick Ridicule is choking James Shark while he’s in the ropes. Nick Ridicule breaks away with an uppercut that lands on James Shark, lifting him back into the corner.

Tommy Cornell: Like it or not, this is a great strategy to wear James Shark down by leaning on him, doing damage while preventing damage!

John Greed: Great strategy, but not very fun for the people who just wanted to see a cock fight brawl!

Nick Ridicule steps in hitting James Shark with an elbow to the face as he pushes his forearm into his throat again getting Brandon Macdonald to make the count. Nick Ridicule is pulled away by Brandon Macdonald this time as he’s had enough.

Tommy Cornell: That’s what an enforcer does!

John Greed: Now they’ll resume this fight in the center of the ring!

Nick Ridicule steps towards James Shark and avoids a clothesline. Nick Ridicule turns around and ducks under a spinning back fist from James Shark, countering with a spinning back kick. James Shark bends forward as he has the wind knocked out of him again. Nick Ridicule steps in with a knee lift to his face, sending him stumbling back, but he doesn’t fall.

Tommy Cornell: Nerves could be playing a factor for James Shark so far here, also the fact that he’s been locked up in prison the last couple of weeks.

John Greed: No more good life for Sharky, he’s serving HARD TIME!

Nick Ridicule runs and connects a power clothesline to the head of James Shark sending him over the ropes. James Shark hits the apron face first after flipping backwards of the ropes. He staggers back into the guardrail, barely staying up as he leans against it. Nick Ridicule steps out to the ring apron then runs and jumps off with a flying Nick Kick catching James Shark to the side of his head and face, sending him over the guardrail. Nick Ridicule lands seated on the guardrail as the crowd watches on amazed.

Tommy Cornell: James Shark is starting to get dragged out into the deep waters of the NLWF!

John Greed: Nick Ridicule loves to drown people in those deep waters!

Nick Ridicule reaches over the guardrail grabbing James Shark as he sits on fans laps. He turns James Shark around and leans him back over the guardrail. Nick Ridicule begins to pound his fist into the heart of James Shark several times before stepping away with a neckbreaker, bringing him over the guardrail down into the ringside floor.

Tommy Cornell: He’s starting to unload on him, the momentum has shifted toward Nick Ridicule in a big way here!

John Greed: So far Nick Ridicule is showing that everything he has said is true!

Nick Ridicule stands up lifting James Shark to his feet. Nick Ridicule whips James Shark as hard as he can toward the ring steps. Brandon Macdonald slides out of the ring and redirects James Shark before he can hit the steps, sending him inside the ring instead.

Tommy Cornell: Oh come on!

John Greed: He wants this to be a fair fight, technically all referees should be more forceful with the rules. Instead of a ten count, he gets them back into the ring!

Nick Ridicule stares at Brandon Macdonald and the two go back and forth with verbal jabs. Nick Ridicule slides into the ring as James Shark stands up. Nick Ridicule pulls James Shark backwards down onto his knee, letting him bounce up so he can dropkick him to the back of his head. James Shark stumbles forward refusing to go down, instead dropping through the ropes to stand on the ring apron.

Tommy Cornell: He will not let Nick Ridicule drop him with any strikes!

John Greed: His pride is that strong, it’s keeping him up!

Nick Ridicule hits the ropes as Brandon Macdonald climbs up to the ring apron and it sends him launching off into the guardrail. Nick Ridicule charges across the ring full speed and he leaps at James Shark, hitting him to the face with a flying knee as he clears the ropes and lands on the ring apron. James Shark goes flying off the ring apron, clearing the guardrail as he lands on some fans in the audience, taking out a row of chairs.

Tommy Cornell: Flying knee, he grabs the ropes as he connects so that he himself doesn’t go flying off like James Shark!

John Greed: I don’t even think he realized he took out Brandon Macdonald on the other side of the ring.

Nick Ridicule stands on the ring apron, pure evil on his face as he stares looking through his brow as James Shark begins to move in the crowd.

Tommy Cornell: Is he waiting for him?

John Greed: Seems that way, Nick must believe he can fly! He must believe he can touch the sky! I’m sure he thinks about it every night and day! Spread his wings and fly away!

James Shark stands up and off the people and chairs he took out. He turns around as Nick Ridicule bounces on the bottom rope, then the middle rope, then the top rope, fully springing himself up high into the air, fully extending his arms out behind him as he curls his legs back and puffs out his chest. Nick Ridicule soars down almost jumping over James Shark as he comes down with the cross body taking him and several more chairs out as the fans moved away. A group surrounds the fallen fighters.

“HOLY NICK!” “HOLY NICK!” “HOLY NICK!”

Tommy Cornell: RIDICULOUS CROSS BODY BLOCK! He must have went up fifteen feet in the air before clearing the guardrail on his way back down!

John Greed: HE BELIEVES HE CAN SOAR! HIS FATHER WALKED OUT AS WORLD CHAMPION THROUGH THE TRIPLE CELL DOOOOOOOR! HE BELIEVES HE CAN FLY!

Nick Ridicule kicks chairs away from him as he looks around pissed off. He stands up and walks over to James Shark slapping him as hard as he can to the back of his head.

Tommy Cornell: Ridicule is pissed he almost missed that move, he almost just soared right over the top! That would have been hilarious!

John Greed: He’s not known for high flying, but the guy is known for being able to do it all!

Nick Ridicule throws James Shark stomach first into the guardrail as he climbs over to the ringside area. Nick Ridicule hooks the head of James Shark for a suplex, then he lifts him up. James Shark begins the punch Nick Ridicule to the face while hanging upside down in the suplex position. Nick Ridicule drops James Shark forward, back down stomach first into the guardrail.

Tommy Cornell: Front suplex down across that guardrail!

John Greed: It’s clear the strategy of Nick Ridicule is to work the body! Hurt without getting hurt.

Nick Ridicule lifts James Shark up again and walks back with him this time. Nick Ridicule suplex James Shark into the ring ropes, then launches him forward with a front suplex, sending him crashing stomach first across the guardrail faster this time.

Tommy Cornell: This time a splingshot front suplex across the protective railing!

John Greed: He’s doing some serious internal damage, not the strategy I envisioned at all when breaking this match down!

Nick Ridicule walks over and hooks the head of James Shark again, lifting him up for a suplex. Nick Ridicule walks with James Shark high overhead. He walks up the ring steps with James Shark, then he steps off onto the ring apron, walking to the middle.

Tommy Cornell: Could this be a third!?

John Greed: These are insane, but this one will take the cake!

Nick Ridicule jumps from the ring apron with a front suplex sending James Shark down into the guardrail rib first.

Tommy Cornell: Never in all my days have I seen three suplexes connected in succession so sinisterly vicious!

John Greed: Just the first one could have injured James Shark badly, the other two guaranteed injury!

Nick Ridicule hooks the head of James Shark and pulls him straight down to the ringside floor with a DDT.

Tommy Cornell: He wants to leave no doubt who the best man is here tonight, he has total control here!

John Greed: He’s really starting to dominate this one!

Nick Ridicule stands up dragging James Shark over towards the wrecked Spanish announcers table. He walks over and begins to clear off the announcers table.

Tommy Cornell: Hey that’s our stuff!

John Greed: Just get him into the ring, get Brandon up, and get out of here with the NLWF title!

Nick Ridicule walks over and begins to clear the international announcers table as well.

Tommy Cornell: He’s going to powerbomb him from table to table, I just know it!

John Greed: I bet you’re right!

Nick Ridicule lifts James Shark to his feet and rolls him onto the announcers table. Nick Ridicule climbs up onto the announcers table and he looks out at all the people watching intensely.

Tommy Cornell: Here it comes!

John Greed: He’s going to powerbomb him for sure!

Nick Ridicule sets James Shark up for a powerbomb, the he quickly lifts him onto to be bashed to the skull with a TV monitor. James Shark falls back down and back body drops Nick Ridicule over his head crashing down on top of the international announcers table which doesn’t break. James Shark falls down on top of the announcers table holding his stomach and ribs.

Tommy Cornell: James Shark counters breaking my monitor over the head of Nick Ridicule, before he sent him over head down to the other announcers table!

John Greed: You should have let Nick Ridicule clear off your monitor when he was clearing things, why would you put it back?

Nick Ridicule lays on the international announcers table, blood starting to form in one spot on his forehead. James Shark pushes his gloves into the table as he starts to stand up.

Tommy Cornell: Can James Shark fight back in this high profile match?

John Greed: Biggest match of his life!

Jakes Shark gets to his feet then drops down with an elbow down into the face of Nick Ridicule on the other announcers table.

Tommy Cornell: James Shark is still fighting!

John Greed: Shark has drawn blood in the water!

James Shark lifts Nick Ridicule up to his feet, getting punched to the body as he does. James Shark hooks Nick Ridicule’s arm and head, then he leans back and T-Bone exploder suplexes him from table to table.

Tommy Cornell: Nick Ridicule bounces off our announcers table!

John Greed: These things don’t break unless you jump from thirty feet apparently!

Nick Ridicule bounces off the table and his momentum takes him over the broken Spanish announcers table before he flips over the timekeepers station.

Tommy Cornell: He almost tackled Morgan Freeman!

John Greed: Luckily he has the reflexes of a cat or a ninja, did you see how fast he avoided him?

James Shark stands up with broken monitor in hand. He runs across the announcers tables them he jumps off leaping with the monitor held by both gloves. James Shark smashes the monitor into the head of Nick Ridicule as he leans over and out of the timekeepers station.

Tommy Cornell: He hits him with my monitor again!

John Greed: He’s opened that cut up even more.

James Shark takes the NLWF Championship from the timekeepers area and he raises it up. He hands the belt to Morgan Freeman as he grabs Nick Ridicule holding his head up position. James Shark begins throwing a rapid flurry of punches into the face of Nick Ridicule as he head bounces back and forth.

Tommy Cornell: He’s using his head as speed bag!

John Greed: I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many punches land so fast before!

James Shark finishes with a big left hook that sends Nick Ridicule flipping over the timekeepers table, back to the ringside area. Brandon Macdonald stands up with a limp against the guardrail, an angry look on his face.

Tommy Cornell: The refereenforcer is up!

John Greed: Haha well done “The Refereenforcer” Brandon Macdonald!

James Shark throws Nick Ridicule into the ring, sending him sliding in as he follows.

Tommy Cornell: Back to the actual match.

John Greed: Yup the refereenforcer is awake!

Nick Ridicule stands up throwing a Nick Kick but it’s missed. James Shark uses the opening to step in with a jab, following up with a left hook, right hook combo into a head kick, all of the strikes landing into the bloody head of Nick Ridicule, sending mists of blood into the air with each landed shot.

Tommy Cornell: Despite taking those big power shots, he’s still standing!

John Greed: Bloody, but standing!

Nick Ridicule smiles, his mouthpiece showing through the blood covering his face to read “FUCK YOU!”

Tommy Cornell: Always the defiant one!

John Greed: Rebel monster!

James Shark moves in infuriated by Nick Ridicule. James Shark jolts at Nick Ridicule with a jab snapping his head back, following in with a spinning back fist that lands as well. Nick Ridicule follows the blood mist staggering along with it into the corner of the ring.

Tommy Cornell: James Shark has got things flowing now, despite the slow start!

John Greed: I was worried this would turn into a slaughter, but now it’s about even!

Brandon Macdonald enters the ring and leans in the corner watching the action once more. James Shark attacks Nick Ridicule as he’s trapped in the corner, changing levels as he attacks the body and the head trying to land as clean as he can.

Tommy Cornell: He’s starting to light him up!

John Greed: He’s all over him!

Nick Ridicule staggers along the ropes leaning and turning his head as the punches come at him nonstop. James Shark lands a straight right turning the head of Nick Ridicule. He follows up with a left hook that’s taken on the gloves of Nick Ridicule as he runs out of rope and backs into another corner.

Tommy Cornell: James Shark is a man dragged into the deep waters, only to find blood!

John Greed: He’s a man possessed, only he knows how much damage was done to his body, he may be pushing hard for a finish because he’s hurt.

James Shark hits Nick Ridicule with straight punches into his arms, then he throws hooks around the arms of Nick Ridicule who has to lean back to avoid them. Nick Ridicule staggers on the ropes again avoiding James Shark as he chases him with punches, some landing, some missing.

Tommy Cornell: He wont give him even a slight break, wont give him any space at all!

John Greed: If Ridicule can create space he can use it to land big, if Shark constantly attacks he forces him to defend himself only!

Nick Ridicule makes it into the corner and throws his knee into the body of James Shark, taking an uppercut to the chin as he does. Nick Ridicule falls back into the corner and James Shark unloads with nothing but hooks as he covers himself up.

Tommy Cornell: Why isn’t Brandon Macdonald pulling James Shark off of Nick Ridicule?

John Greed: Well, Nick does seem to scramble away before he would have a chance to do so.

Nick Ridicule lands a right and left hook to the body of James Shark as he takes the same combo of punches to the face. Nick Ridicule staggers on the rope toward the corner with Brandon Macdonald standing in it. James Shark throws a head kick as Nick Ridicule backs away and his foot smashes into his face.

Tommy Cornell: HEAD KICK! He got him so used to the punching that he left himself open!

John Greed: He’s hurt him with that too!

Nick Ridicule staggers in the corner as Brandon Macdonald moves away. Brandon Macdonald grabs James Shark and doesn’t allow him to continue his attack. Nick Ridicule stands up in the corner and he flips James Shark off, infuriating him making him try to fight past Brandon Macdonald.

Tommy Cornell: Nicely done by Nick, giving himself a few seconds of rest as James Shark struggles with the referee!

John Greed: James Shark should just break away.

James Shark stops struggle and backs away holding his gloves up. Brandon Macdonald turns around and James Shark runs past him jumping with a superman punch at Nick Ridicule. He lands into the jaw of Nick Ridicule knocking him through the ropes to the ring apron.

Tommy Cornell: Swag Out!

John Greed: If only he could have kept him in the ring!

James Shark lifts Nick Ridicule to his feet on the apron, locking him in a Muay Thai Clinch. James Shark pulls the head of Nick Ridicule down to the middle rope where he hits him with a left knee to the face, then a right knee to the face. Nick Ridicule stands up wobbly and James Shark lands a straight right into his face as hard as he can, falling through the ropes as he does. Nick Ridicule spins around and falls straight down doing a face plant in front of the announcers table.

Tommy Cornell: He may have knocked Nick Ridicule out!

John Greed: A totally unguarded punch straight to the face will do that to you!

Brandon Macdonald tries to keeps James Shark from leaving the ring, but he shoved down to his ass.

Tommy Cornell: He’s lucky he doesn’t get disqualified for that!

John Greed: It wasn’t that bad, heat of the moment!

James Shark leaves the ring and tries to lift a motionless Nick Ridicule up.

Tommy Cornell: Dead weight, he is out cold!

John Greed: We would have a new NLWF Champion if they were just in the ring!

James Shark lifts Nick Ridicule up and rolls him into the ring. He follows him in and covers him. Brandon Macdonald stands firm then he drops down and makes the count.

-1-2-3-

Brandon Macdonald calls for the bell, but as he does he sees the foot of Nick Ridicule on the rope and he calls it off pointing at the foot.

Tommy Cornell: That sneaky Nick, too close to the ropes!

John Greed: Such a simple mistake from James Shark and it cost him that pinfall!

James Shark drags Nick Ridicule to the center of the ring and he pins him.

-1-2-3

Nick Ridicule is able to kick out, smiling to show the “FUCK YOU” on the mouthpiece. Blood continues to run down his face and drip on the mat.

Tommy Cornell: James Shark can’t believe it, but it was his own fault!

John Greed: First the punch sent him out of the ring to safety, then the ropes, it all gave Nick Ridicule enough time to find himself and kick out!

James Shark lifts Nick Ridicule to his feet and he connects a left then a right uppercut following up with a clothesline. Nick Ridicule drops down and springs back up as James Shark continues to hit him, landing a left hook and right hook followed by another clothesline.

Tommy Cornell: No Sell Nick is back at City of Evil!

John Greed: We have seen this before, the second tank, the reserves, he’s coming back again!

Nick Ridicule hurries back up to his feet staggered. James Shark moves at him with a straight left and right cross combo, topping it off with a left hook that sends Nick Ridicule off to the ropes. Nick Ridicule rebounds with a Nick Kick that catches James Shark to his face sending him back into the ropes.

Tommy Cornell: For those who wanted that slugfest, here you go!

John Greed: They are throwing down now, going blow for blow!

James Shark rebounds back with a double leg takedown, lifting Nick Ridicule up before planting him down on his back. James Shark lands right hooks as he presses his left hand into the throat of Nick Ridicule.

Tommy Cornell: Holy shit, did James Shark just go for a takedown?

John Greed: He landed a takedown!

James Shark continues to land punch after punch until he lifts his arm and Nick Ridicule lifts his legs locking in a triangle choke. James Shark lands two more right hooks but realizes they aren’t going to get Nick Ridicule to release the hold as he begins to choke the life out of him.

Tommy Cornell: James Shark got caught in the submission!

John Greed: I thought it may be a big mistake taking this to the ground!

James Shark stands up and lifts Nick Ridicule up high overhead before bringing him down with a powerbomb. Nick Ridicule doesn’t break the triangle, instead he’s lifted again and powerbombed down again, still refusing to release the submission.

Tommy Cornell: It could be the mistake the costs him everything!

John Greed: Old school James Shark with those powerbombs, he used to let people put him in submissions just so he could powerbomb them, but he was much larger back then and he also didn’t have an injured midsection.

James Shark starts to fade in the hold as Brandon Macdonald gets in close to examine things. James Shark comes back to life lifting Nick Ridicule up before bringing him down with a sitdown powerbomb, using his legs to escape the submission as both competitors lay down on the mat.

Tommy Cornell: That was a close one!

John Greed: He was almost out of it! You have to wonder how drained James Shark is from everything he’s taken! You also have to wonder how punch drunk and delirious Nick Ridicule is from all the head shots!

Brandon Macdonald has no choice but to count both competitors down on the mat.

“1-2-3-4!”

Tommy Cornell: Already halfway into the count and neither man has moved!

John Greed: Is this what would happen? A double knock out?

“5-6-7!”

James Shark rolls over and throws his arm over the chest of Nick Ridicule. Brandon Macdonald drops down to make the count.

-1-2-3

Nick Ridicule kicks out and uses the force from getting his shoulder up to go for the anaconda crossface. James Shark rolls forward and both men stand up.

Tommy Cornell: So close!

John Greed: This was totally worth a month of build up! Best show ever!

James Shark lands a right hand to the head of Nick Ridicule as he lands a left into his body returning the favor. James Shark kicks Nick Ridicule to the gut and he uppercuts him back into a standing position. Nick Ridicule avoids a straight right and lands a looping left hook into the mouth of James Shark.

Tommy Cornell: Back and forth we go, who will drop, nobody knows!

John Greed: I’m saying neither will drop!

James Shark comes back with a right cross and a left uppercut, but heavy strikes landing hard.

Tommy Cornell: How much can they take?

John Greed: We may witness the first ever standing knock out, where one of them is knocked out but still on his feet!

Nick Ridicule spits a mist of blood at James Shark and he jumps through it with a straight left. James Shark comes back with a right hook, but he leaves his body open for a right hook as well from Nick Ridicule.

Tommy Cornell: You almost just want one of these guys to go down so you don’t have to see him take anymore damage just for being so damn proud!

John Greed: These are two of the proudest men in the industry, i n the federation! Plus the NLWF title and all the bragging rights from the first two matches are on the line!

James Shark shoves Nick Ridicule away to the ropes after he lands a knee into his body. Nick Ridicule rebounds into a big boot from James Shark, following up with a left hook that send him off into the ropes again.

Tommy Cornell: So much for only using his fists!

John Greed: We’ve seen him do whatever it takes, but his main weapons are those hands of stone!

Nick Ridicule rebounds into a left hook right hook and is sent off to the ropes again. Nick Ridicule rebounds into a spinning back kick from James Shark, catching him totally off guard as he runs into it.

Tommy Cornell: No one saw that coming from James Shark!

John Greed: I didn’t even know he could do that!

As Nick Ridicule is crouched over, James Shark smashes him to the face with an uppercut, then locks him in a muay thai clinch. James Shark pulls him face first into both of his knees as he jumps up, then he sends him off to the ropes again.

Tommy Cornell: James Shark is pushing to finish!

John Greed: He’s go his right hand cocked back and ready to unload!

Nick Ridicule rebounds as James Shark throws the superman punch at him. Nick Ridicule jumps up driving his knee into the body of James Shark in mid air. James Shark blasts him to the face with the superman punch, bending him backwards from the force as they come down. Nick Ridicule throws up his foot and catches James Shark to the face with it. Both men hit the mat on their back out cold, motionless!

Tommy Cornell: SWAG OUT!

John Greed: BICYCLE NICK KICK!

The fans go dead silent.

Tommy Cornell: What? That was clearly the Swag out! He knocked Nick Ridicule the fuck out!

John Greed: No, that was a Bicycle Nick Kick, didn’t you see the knee then the perfect front kick to his face!

The replay shows as both men land their massive strikes on each other, both landing all impact in mid air before crashing down.

Tommy Cornell: DOUBLE KNOCK OUT!

John Greed: That was amazing! The each went for the moves at the same time, they both landed the moves at the same time!

Brandon Macdonald surveys the damage as he throws his hand up.

“1-2-3-4!”

Tommy Cornell: The force from the knee, helped with the swag out, the force from the swag out, helped with the Nick kick!

John Greed: I’ve seen car crashes on the highway that had happier endings than that collision!

“5-6-7!”

Tommy Cornell: Get up, I can't imagine this ending unfinished!

John Greed: They would have to have a rematch!

“8-9!”

Tommy Cornell: It’s all over, this match is going to end in a draw!

John Greed: It can’t end like this, please not like this!

As Brandon Macdonald throws his hands up Nick Ridicule kips up and locks in The Force Face Claw stopping the count. Nick Ridicule staggers toward him and lands a Nick Kick into his face, dropping him.

Tommy Cornell: WHOA! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!

John Greed: A Kip up to Nick Kick! This match isn’t going anywhere!

Nick Ridicule leans over the top rope looking out into the crowd as they roar and cheer the wild match. Nick Ridicule gives a shrugs and a smirk, his head painted red with blood.

Tommy Cornell: We are past the hour mark in this great contest between NLWF Champion Nick Ridicule and challenger James Shark!

John Greed: James Shark is on a six month winning streak, damn near a nine month winning streak before that! The guy just doesn’t lose!

Nick Ridicule watches as James Shark begins to get up, holding his jaw.

Tommy Cornell: He’s got him stalked and measured up!

John Greed: For what though?

Nick Ridicule grabs James Shark by his head as he stands up, pulling him backward into a dragon sleeper hold.

Tommy Cornell: Lockout!

John Greed: He’s choking the life out of James Shark!

James Shark throws punches into the face of Nick Ridicule until he lifts him for a reverse suplex. Nick Ridicule drops James Shark across his shoulders into fireman’s carry position. James Shark holds on to the top rope, not allowing Nick Ridicule to bring him to the center of the ring.

Tommy Cornell: Great transition there!

John Greed: But James Shark is holding on, refusing to be taken to the middle of the ring for anything!

Nick Ridicule lifts James Shark sending him flying over the top rope down to the ringside floor.

Tommy Cornell: Death Valley Driver over the ropes!

John Greed: James Shark hit the ringside floor with not a thing to break his fall!

Nick Ridicule looks down at James Shark as he holds his stomach and back. Nick Ridicule walks to the center of the ring and looks at Brandon Macdonald laying on the ring apron. Nick Ridicule runs over an baseball slide dropkicks Brandon Macdonald to the back, sending him to the ringside floor, opposite James Shark.

Tommy Cornell: What the hell is Shark doing in front of us?

John Greed: I have no idea, it looks like he’s trying to get his gloves off.

Nick Ridicule looks at James Shark as he starts to get up,backing to the ring apron slowly. James Shark drops down to the right, then he starts to get to his feet again. Nick Ridicule begins to stomp his foot motioning for James Shark to hurry up and turn around.

Tommy Cornell: NICK DON’T DO IT!

John Greed: HE’S GOT THE...

Nick Ridicule runs across the ring and dives over the top rope clearing it as he soars at James Shark who throws the ring steps at him. The steps smashes into the stomach of Nick Ridicule as he tackles the down to the ringside floor landing hard on top of them.

Tommy Cornell: Nick Ridicule went for it all and got the steps!

John Greed: Compliments of Cotton the Clown with that one, launching the ring steps at a diving Nick Ridicule!

James Shark lifts Nick Ridicule and rolls him into the ring.

Tommy Cornell: He’s got those gloves off, his hands are free to use.

John Greed: Gloves or no gloves, they both have advantages, right now, Shark needs his hands!

James Shark lifts the ring steps, then slides them into the ring behind Nick Ridicule.

Tommy Cornell: Usually we see Nick Ridicule as the one who likes to use the ring steps.

John Greed: That’s right, for his weapon finisher, The Stairway to Hell!

James Shark drops down and reaches under the ring, soon after pulling out a table.

Tommy Cornell: Wait.. Is James Shark setting up The Stairway to Hell?

John Greed: He’s getting all the familiar ingredients!

James Shark reaches under the ring again and pulls out a tank of gasoline.

Tommy Cornell: HE IS!

John Greed: This could be the final mistake he makes, why would you set up Nick Ridicule’s weapon for him!?

James Shark enters the ring with the tank of gasoline. He leaves it in the corner as he grabs the table and sets it up in the corner, so it lays the long side diagonal. He lifts the ring steps and walks over, placing them on top of the table.

Tommy Cornell: He’s got it almost complete!

John Greed: It’s been such a long time since we’ve seen this!

James Shark grabs the gasoline and begins to pour it all over the steps and the table, letting it soak the weapons.

Tommy Cornell: Now he’s just gotta set that bitch ablaze!

John Greed: and powerbomb Nick Ridicule through it.

James Shark walks over and lifts Nick Ridicule to his feet, getting tripped as his legs are pulled out from under him. Nick Ridicule hooks the legs of James Shark and he leans back with a slingshot. James Shark lands on the middle turnbuckle, not letting himself hit.

Tommy Cornell: I see what you mean about it being a mistake!

John Greed: He’s going to pay for setting that up!

Nick Ridicule clubs James Shark to his back, then pulls his legs up again, sending him face first down into the top of the ring post. James Shark lays on the top turnbuckle as Nick Ridicule slowly looks over his shoulder at the stairway to hell.

Tommy Cornell: He’s got everything right where he wants it!

John Greed: The mistake that costs James Shark everything!

Nick Ridicule reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lighter, setting the table and the ring steps on fire. He steps back and admires the flames, then he turns and walks to James Shark in the corner.

Tommy Cornell: Here it comes! The Stairway to Hell has been unleashed!

John Greed: He’s going to send him side by side with the devil on a first class trip to pain and hell!

Nick Ridicule pulls James Shark off the ring post and out of the corner, setting him up for the crucifix powerbomb. He holds James Shark by his arms in the crucifix position, then he runs with him and launches him. Nick Ridicule watches ahead but James Shark slips out of the powerbomb.

Tommy Cornell: He escaped!

John Greed: Whoa! Didn’t see that coming.

Nick Ridicule turns around and James Shark lifts him with a one arm spinebuster, throwing him down onto the steps and the table inferno, putting it on on impact.

Tommy Cornell: JAMES SHARK SENDS NICK RIDICULE DOWN THE STAIRWAY TO HELL!

John Greed: It wont be the biggest mistake of his life, it’ll be the biggest move of his life!

James Shark kneels down on one knee as he stares at the laid out Nick Ridicule down on steps and broken table.

“HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!”

Tommy Cornell: This crowd is burnt out as are we!

John Greed: So are the two main event fighters her for City of Evil!

James Shark pulls Nick Ridicule to the center of the ring, dragging him by his leg.

Tommy Cornell: We are going to have a new NLWF Champion!

John Greed: No we are not, NO REFEREE!

James Shark kicks the stairs and broken table out of the ring, then he rolls out and lifts Brandon Macdonald up as he comes to.

Tommy Cornell: NEW NLWF CHAMPION!

John Greed: BMac is up, James Shark is ready to win this thing!

James Shark slides into the ring followed in by Brandon Macdonald. James Shark pins Nick Ridicule, hooking both legs.

-1-2-3-


Tommy Cornell: NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION!

John Greed: JAMES... NO! NO! HE KICKED OUT!

Nick Ridicule holds shoulder up having kicked out.

Tommy Cornell: He kicked out of his own stairway to hell!

John Greed: Maybe if he would have powerbombed him the result would have been different.. Amazing.

James Shark looks at Brandon Macdonald in shock. He shakes his head and holds up two fingers.

Tommy Cornell: It was a two, what can you do but move on and try for a three still!

John Greed: Or a knock out, or anything else, just keep going for the win!

James Shark lifts Nick Ridicule to his feet but he’s shoved off into the ropes. James Shark rebounds and ducks under a Nick Kick running past him gaining more speed. James Shark hits the ropes and rebounds with a flying knee. Nick Ridicule catches James Shark and lifts him up and down with a powerbomb.

Tommy Cornell: What a counter!

John Greed: James Shark jumped up right into that powerbomb!

Nick Ridicule pins James Shark hooking both legs. Brandon Macdonald reluctantly makes the count.

-1-2-3

James Shark manages to throw his shoulder up off the mat.

Tommy Cornell: A two count only off the nice counter!

John Greed: How is he fighting back? How is either man fighting back after everything they both have been through!

Nick Ridicule stands up, pulling James Shark up to his feet by his arm. Nick Ridicule pulls James Shark into a fireman’s carry and jumps bringing him down with a Death Valley Driver in the middle of the ring.

Tommy Cornell: The Round Lottery, a move made famous.. by our new World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion, Johnny Styles, father of Nick Ridicule.

John Greed: Father and Son could be World and NLWF champions by the end of night!

Nick Ridicule pins James Shark hooking the far leg.

-1-2-3

Tommy Cornell: Father and son champions!

John Greed: Not yet anyway!

James Shark gets his shoulder up and Nick Ridicule transitions into the anaconda crossface, locking it on. He pulls back on the hold screaming as blood runs down his arms from his head.

Tommy Cornell: Anaconda Crossface!

John Greed: Middle of the ring, James Shark is done for!

Nick Ridicule cranks back with t anaconda crossface moving forward and back.

Tommy Cornell: He’s gotta tap out!

John Greed: Live to fight another day!

Nick Ridicule throws a knee to the face of James Shark as he’s trapped in the anaconda crossface. He lands another knee, then he pulls back on the hold again.

Tommy Cornell: He’s going for the knock out and the submission!

John Greed: He’s doing whatever it takes to end this epic match!

Nick Ridicule stands up with James Shark in the anaconda vice. He slips under and lifts James Shark up to his shoulders in fireman’s carry position. Nick Ridicule spins James Shark down and drops him head first down into the mat with a tombstone piledriver!

Tommy Cornell: Death Valley Tombstone Piledriver!

John Greed: THE END RESULT! Perfect move to finish this match off!

Nick Ridicule crosses the arms of James Shark over his chest as he pins him.

-1-2-3-



Tommy Cornell: Someway, somehow, against all odds...

John Greed: HE KICKED OUT!

Nick Ridicule transitions back into the anaconda crossface pulling back.

Tommy Cornell: If he can’t pin him, he’ll try to make him submit again!

John Greed: How is he hanging in their?

Nick Ridicule lands another knee to the face of James Shark from the anaconda crossface. James Shark doesn’t move at all as Nick Ridicule pulls him back.

[DING DING DING]



Nick Ridicule breaks the hold and raises his arms up from the mat.

Tommy Cornell: I didn’t see him tap.. What’s going on?

John Greed: Brandon Macdonald didn’t call for the bell either, something is wrong.

Mogan Freeman: I have no choice, but to rule this contest a ninety minute draw!

Tommy Cornell: Ninety minute draw? Have they really been fighting for an hour and a half?

John Greed: They really have!

Mogan Freeman: The NLWF rulebook states that any one on one match, be it title or non title, can not surpass a ninety minute time limit..

Tommy Cornell: Morgan Freeman knows his shit, I didn’t even know that!

John Greed: Me neither, but this match can’t end this way, especially since Nick has him locked in the submission!

Mogan Freeman: The rules do say, however, that if both men agree, a sudden death match can be booked immediatelly.

Tommy Cornell: SUDDEN DEATH! YES! DO THAT!

John Greed: Nick Ridicule can just walk away as the NLWF Champion, he doesn’t have to do sudden death, but I sure hope he does!

James Shark sits up in the corner looking at Brandon Macdonald nodding his head.

Tommy Cornell: James Shark has agreed to Sudden Death!

John Greed: Will Nick Ridicule, the defending champion?

Nick Ridicule looks at the NLWF Championship in his hand. He tosses it to Brandon Macdonald and motions for James Shark to bring it on. James Shark pulls himself up out of the corner, holding his ribs.

Mogan Freeman: The following is a Sudden Death follow up for the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship!

Brandon Macdonald calls for the bell, restarting the match.



SUDDEN DEATH
Guest Referee and Enforcer: Brandon Macdonald
No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship


■ NICK RIDICULE ■vs■ JAMES SHARK ■


[DING DING DING]

Tommy Cornell: This could be the mistake that costs Nick Ridicule!

John Greed: Very true! He could have walked away!

James Shark launches himself up out of the corner with a superman punch aimed at the face of Nick Ridicule. He jumps up into the air with a bicycle kick and catches him to his face before he can land the superman punch.

Tommy Cornell: DOWN GOES SHARK!

John Greed: Make or break kinda move! It broke him!

Nick Ridicule is quick to lift James Shark up into powerbomb position. He lifts James Shark up into the crucifix powerbomb, then he sends him into the corner.

Tommy Cornell: Crucifix powerbomb into the corner!

John Greed: James Shark has nothing left!

Nick Ridicule lifts James Shark up to sit on the top turnbuckle, then he follows him up, lifting him onto his shoulders. Nick Ridicule stands on the top turnbuckle and throws James Shark off sending him crashing down into the middle of the ring with the death valley driver.

Tommy Cornell: Nick Ridicule throws him from his shoulders down into the ring.

John Greed: He didn’t jump with him like we’re used to seeing in that move.

Nick Ridicule jumps with a shooting star press, landing a double stomp to the stomach of James Shark as he comes down. Nick Ridicule follows up instantly wrapping up the legs of James Shark as he pulls his head back.

Tommy Cornell: Ridiculous Death Lock!

John Greed: He’ll break him in half, especially after all the damage he’s done!

James Shark tries to pull the hands of Nick Ridicule off of his face, but the grip is too tight. James Shark goes limp as Nick Ridicule continues to lean back standing James Shark on his knees as he bends him backwards.

Tommy Cornell: Shark is out! He’s out!

John Greed: But he hasn’t tapped!

Brandon Macdonald checks the arm of James Shark, lifting it only to let it fall down limp. He lifts it again letting it fall back down. Nick Ridicule screams as he pulls back some more. Brandon Macdonald lifts the arm of James Shark and holds it up for a second, then he drops it and it falls limp. Brandon Macdonald calls for the bell.

[DING DING DING]



Tommy Cornell: What a match!

John Greed: What a night!

Morgan Freeman: Here is your winner, in Sudden Death, He is still the No Limit Wrestling Federation Champion, Nick Ridicule!

Nick Ridicule takes the NLWF Championship from Brandon Macdonald as he hands it off to him. Brandon Macdonald drops down and checks on James Shark. Nick Ridicule holds up the NLWF Champions getting booed by the fans.

Tommy Cornell: An amazing performance, going over ninety minutes to retain the NLWF title!

John Greed: That was City of Evil, the greatest mindfuck of an event you’ll even witness! Thank god it’s over.. Goodnight!

Nick Ridicule exits the ring with NLWF Championship in hand as he walks up the ramp.

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City of Evil returns as Nick Ridicule stops at the stage, turning around to look down at the ring. Odd noises begin to play throughout the arena until the main riff begins to play.





Nick Ridicule holds his arms out to the side as he slowly turns his back and watches as Ramirez Silva makes his way out from behind the curtain, walking up to him at the middle of the stage.

Tommy Cornell: NO WAY! NO WAY! NO WAY!

John Greed: HOLYFUCKINGSHITTHEBOSSISBACK!

Ramirez Silva places his arm around Nick Ridicule hugging him then he looks down the ramp to the ring. He holds his arms out as Nick Ridicule gives the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship to Ramirez Silva, placing the belt on his shoulder before he walks away and steps backstage.

Tommy Cornell: The owner and founder of the No Limit Wrestling Federation is back! He’s here and I can’t believe my eyes! It was June of 2009 that Brenton Cyrus chased him out of his own company to takeover!

John Greed: Now Ramirez Silva is back, he has the NLWF Title and is working with Nick Ridicule!

Ramirez Silva with cigar in mouth raises the No Limit Wrestling Federation up over his head with both hands as his music begins to fade away, as does City of Evil.

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Tell the world I’ll survive
Tell the world I’m alive

City of Evil returns as Ramirez Silva attempts to leave, stopping as the lights dim down to a darkgreen color as the slow intro begins to play and smoke fills the entrance stage.

I want you to know
All is blacked out but continues to grow
I need you to see
Nothing can change unless you believe
I won’t let it go
I’ll stick to the plan
Now we’re deep in the throws

I won’t let it go
I’ll fight til the end
And then you will know

Jason Hawk rises up through the smoke. He wears a green jacket with white wings on its back and a green hood covers his face. The fans cheer but Jason places a finger before his mouth and calmly shushes the crowd. The crowd dies down and as Jason Hawk walks over to Ramirez Silva.

Tommy Cornell: Jason Hawk is back on NLWF Pay Per View, but what is he doing here, interrupting the massive return of Ramirez Silva!?

John Greed: I’m not sure, but he has a microphone so he may tell us!

Jason Hawk
City of Evil!

“JASON HAWK!” “WELCOME BACK!” “JASON HAWK!”
“WELCOME BACK!”
“JASON HAWK!” “WELCOME BACK!” “JASON HAWK!”

Jason Hawk
What a show! Yet it’s still not over!

Jason Hawk and Ramirez Silva stare at each other. Jason Hawk breaks his stare down with Ramirez Silva as he looks at the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship with the name Nick Ridicule on the plate.

Jason Hawk
That’s actually why I am here guy I don’t know.

Tommy Cornell: Jason Hawk is from a different era of NLWF, he never even met Ramirez Silva..

John Greed: This is like old school meets the next generation meets the modern era all at once!

Jason Hawk
Before NLWF was shut down, I defeated Nick Ridicule at War Games, for the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship!

Jason Hawk looks at the belt on the shoulder of Ramirez Silva.

Jason Hawk
Not that belt!

Jason Hawk throws off his green jacket to reveal he’s wearing a suit and he has the modern No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship on his shoulder.

Jason Hawk
That belt is an imposter! You sir are an imposter owner! and I AM THE NO LIMIT WRESTLING FEDERATION CHAMPION!



The fans erupt at the news as Jason Hawk raises the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship up in one hand. The cigar drops from the mouth of Ramirez Silva as he stares at Jason Hawk in disbelief. Jason Hawk winks at Ramirez Silva as he passes him by.

Jason Hawk
BEAT THAT!

City of Evil ends with Jason Hawk walking away from Ramirez Silva who can only watch shocked.

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City of Evil comes back with Ramirez Silva grabbing the microphone.

Ramirez Silva
You want to play games with me little man? You’re messing with the best! I’ll bury you Hawk! I’m going to start right now, by stripping you of the No...



Tommy Cornell: OH GOOD GOD ALL MIGHTY YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!!

John Greed: This can’t be right!

Bert Hales emerges from behind the curtain as Ramirez Silva’s mouth drops open. Bert Hales walks up to him and puts his arm around him much to his displeasure. Ramirez Silva begins to shake his head no as Bert Hales shakes his head yes.

Bert Hales
You’re not stripping Jason Hawk of a single thing! For those of you who don’t know, I am Bert Hale, I ran Legacy a few shows but stepped away following the death of my longtime partner. Upon my resignation from Legacy, I sat down with my good buddy Ramirez Silva here, and we signed a good five hundred or so open contracts for all kinds of different things. You remember that Sil?

Ramirez Silva closes his eyes looking down as Bert Hales keeps his arm wrapped around him.

Bert Hales
Oh yeah bitch, you remember! Well guess what!? My patience has finally paid off! Years later, here I am with all my contracts still! Guess what else? They all last forever, with no expirations dates, which means they are all still valid!

Tommy Cornell: This is a mind blowing twist, on top of a massive twist, that’s inside of a big twist, that comes from a twist in and of itself!

John Greed: MY MIND! MY MIND!

Bert Hales
You can’t strip Jason Hawk of his title because he’s already signed two of my contracts! Brandon Macdonald was the guest referee in that match, because he signed one of my contracts! Jason Hawk is set to defend his NLWF Championship against Nick Ridicule, for your NLWF Championship, at Ultimate Glory!

Tommy Cornell: Ridicule versus Hawk to determine an undisputed NLWF Champion at Ultimate Glory!

John Greed: This is the most shocking Pay Per View television I have ever witnessed!

Bert Hales
As for Legends of the Fall, we are going to have ourselves some civil warfare! A five on five match inside the Pyramid Cage with Brandon Macdonald as the enforcer and referee once again! It will be Jason Hawk, Alison Williams, Brenton Cyrus, Mark Zout, and Anthony King on one team against Nick Ridicule, Alice Wright, Johnny Styles, Matt Gray and Robbie Hart! In NLWF first ever Chess Match!

Bert Hales hands Ramirez Silva a contract.

Bert Hales
Trust me, I’ve got the papers to support my bookings!

Bert Hales walks away as Ramirez Silva begins to scream.

Tommy Cornell: You have got to check out Direct Hit on Tuesday because of Veterans Day, Legacy on Wednesday and Fusion Friday as NLWF goes to Hawaii for a much needed vacation after having our minds blown away!

John Greed: So many answers, yet still so many questions! NLWF is back and it is better than ever!

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