We enter the arena where pyro explodes and the fans are on their feet.  "Just Like You" continues to play.  The camera pans around the arena as a sea of NLCW fans wave their signs and cheer as NLCW Avulsion begins


Aaron Jennings: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to NLCW Avulsion!  I'm Aaron Jennings alongside me is  Bryan Terwilliger!

Bryan Terwilliger: Hello fans!  We last saw you at NLCW When Worlds Collide, and what a night that was!

AJ:  You're right about that!  Dominic Pericolo and Drew Graham both retained their titles, Alex Jay and Enigma returned to the NLCW and Kelly Rien is the number one contender for the NLCW North American Championship!

BT:  And we're not slowing down here tonight!  We have part two of our exclusive interview with Rick Majors and Dade Midvalley has a special announcement for us tonight!

AJ:  We've also got the debuts of two new NLCW stars as Donovan St. Thorne and Cole Marr face off inside the ring!

BT:  Plus Alex Jay, Chris Champion and Dominic Pericolo will all be here as well!  And then, in our main event, Gabriel Roken will take on Carmine Vestieri!

AJ:  It's going to be an outstanding night!

A moment of blackness engulfs the arena and forces an eruption of cheers from the fans. All eyes turn to face the curtain, and, as they do, the NYC party mix of DaRude’s ‘Sandstorm’ bursts out over the PA system.

AJ:  And here we go!

The name “C H R I S C H A M P I O N” scrolls across the NLCW-Tron as dozens of green and gold fireworks set off on the ramp. Champion emerges from the back wearing a pair of casual jeans and a white tank top.

AJ: Look’s like Champion is set to come out here on the back of what was one of the most amazing battles he’s endured during his tenure here in NLCW!

BT: He took Pericolo to the limit at When World’s Collide, Aaron. In a match like that, there is no real loser. It was one for the ages.

AJ: What makes it even more amazing is his current bill of health. We’re looking at a man that could very well drop dead at any moment.

Strolling down with a subdued facial expression on his face, Champion paces down the ramp and slaps a few outstretched hands on the way down. The fans continue to go crazy as he meanders around towards the other side of the ring before entering. Standing in the middle of the squared circle, he calls for a microphone with a nod of his head.

Chris Champion: Last week... I...

Chants of “Champ-ee-on! Champ-ee-on!” ring around the arena forcing him to pause for a second. He grins slightly before his face hardens up once more. With a shake of the head, he continues.

Chris Champion: Last week, I failed.

AJ: What?

Chris Champion: That’s right. I failed. I failed to beat Dominic Pericolo and I failed to win back my World title. It’s kind of an odd feeling, too. You know, I’m not really used to losing wrestling matches. It doesn’t get any easier over time. People have made excuses about my illness or whatever, but the truth is that I came up short. Just short, but short nonetheless.

BT: A very frank admission from someone of Champion’s ego.

Chris Champion: But do you know something? I trudged back to that locker room last Sunday night and sat there for a good half an hour without letting a damn soul in. I sat in silent thought about the match. That’s when it hit me. I am still the most dominant wrestler ever to grace this company’s ring. That’s a fact and one that even Pericolo would admit to. However, it’s not my record or the amount of titles that I’ve won that have cemented my legacy here: it’s the fact that I’ve never backed away from a challenge. There are other so-called superstars that have stepped through these very same ropes that now sit in front of their television screens and are content to do so. These guys are ex-world champs and they’re simply scared to get back into the fold because of what it might mean for their reputations. It’s pathetic, you know. At least I had the balls to step back in here and do it again. I took on the very best with a little ring rust but still put on one hell of a show. That’s why I’m different to all of those guys that like to believe that they’ve ever been worth a damn around here. Until you throw yourself into a meat grinder, you never truly know what you’re made of.

AJ: Some strong words from Champion. He’s clearly trying to send a message to someone.

BT: Yeah, but who?

AJ: I don’t even think he has an intended target. That message could have been for one of several former superstars.

Chris Champion: It’s not the past I want to talk about though. It’s the future. Pericolo, last Sunday, you got me. Congratulations. It’s been a long time coming for you and I’m sure your pants were already semen soaked before you got back to the locker room. What you’ve got to remember, though, is that now that I have taken your best, the next time we meet, you’re going to have to raise the bar again if you are to have any chance... and I genuinely don’t think you have it in you. Now, I’m not going to start demanding rematches or anything like that. It’s not in my nature. Midvalley will tell me who I have to beat to get another shot at you and you know damn well that I’ll do it.

AJ: That match could have gone either way last Sunday, Bryan.

BT: I think we both know that Champion is the only guy that is capable of beating Pericolo at the moment, Aaron. The rematch is bound to happen sooner or later.

Chris Champion: Now, though, I kind of find myself at a crossroads. I’m too good to whip guys like Drew Graham for the North American title and I’ve got to re-establish myself in the title pecking order. There are a lot of new names on the scene at the moment too that interest me. They’re probably looking at Chris Champion as a legend on the decline; more of a means to making a name than anything else. Maybe they’re right... but I really, really wouldn’t count on it.

AJ: Neither would I.

BT: Counting Chris Champion out is like counting out Michael Jackson on a school playground with a tub full of lube!

AJ: What? Did that even make sense?

BT: Kinda. In my head, I guess.

Chris Champion: If I have to go through Vestieri again, so be it. If I have to go through a newbie, so be it. Hell, throw Sean fucking Galen in here with me just so I can bounce his head off the ring post for the nostalgic value! I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to do everything in my power to get my rematch with Pericolo – not because I particularly care for the world title, but because I’m a competitor. That’s what I have done all my life. It’s the only thing and I know and, frankly, there is only Pericolo that provides me with any real challenge here. So, don’t start resting on your laurels, Dominic...

AJ: Champ’s tone has taken a serious turn here.

Chris Champion: You know I’m coming for you. You know I’m not done and, in your heart of hearts, you know how this will end.

Dropping the microphone to the floor, Champion begins to retreat to the back as “Sandstorm” breaks through the PA system once more. He paces straight up the ramp and turns ominously for the final time to face the crowd with a solemn facial expression before pushing through the black curtain.

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AJ:  Ladies and gentlemen, we are back on Avulsion and we are ready to see TWO NEW NLCW STARS!

BT:  That's right, it's a double debut match!

The arena lights dim as "If I was your Vampire" begins to play over the PA as and explosion of red erupts the stage, and in the myst we see Cole Marr walk out onto the ramp. Cole tilts his head to the left slightly as he runs his right hand along his head staring in front of him at the crowd. Cole slowly makes his way down the ramp refusing to shake hands with the fans as he makes his way down the ramp climbing into the ring.

LW:  Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, making his NLCW debut, from Covington, Louisiana: COLE MARR!!!

Cole steps through the ropes and walks across the ring until he climbs onto the middle turnbuckle and lowers his head. Cole raises his head up spraying out a colored mist towards the crowd before jumping off the turnbuckle as he turns back towards the ring and waits for the bell.

LW:   And his opponent...

The beginning of “The Undertaker (Renholder Mix)” by Puscifer begins to play as the the arena is bathed in flashing blue lights. The voice of Maynard james Keenan bursts through the sound system.

Thank you for making me
feel like I am guilty.
Making it... easy to...
murder your sweet memory.

As the drum beat for the song kicks in, Donovan appears from the entrance with a smirk. He slaps hands as he walks down to the ring, exchanging words and smiles with crowd. Belly sliding into the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and holds out his arms, motioning to the crowd to cheer louder. As they do so, he grins and jumps down, adjusting his elbow pads and readying himself for the match.

LW:  And his opponent, also making his debut tonight, fighting out of Las Vegas, Nevada: DONOVAN ST. THORNE!!!

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AJ:  Both of these guys look to be in great physical shape.

BT:  I've heard a lot about both of them, and we're looking at two very impressive athletes in the ring about to start their NLCW careers.

The two men slowly meet in the center of the ring as the bell sounds.

AJ:  You think they're feeling any butterflies right now?

BT:  How could they not?  But they need to push past those feelings and compete!  You only get one chance to make a first impression!

They lock up.  Marr slowly backs St. Thorne into the corner.  The referee calls for a break and he gets one.  The two men meet in the center of the ring once again.  They lock up and this time St. Thorne backs Marr into the corner.  Once again, the referee calls for a break.

BT:  They're just feeling each other out right now.

AJ:  Nobody wants to make a mistake in their first match!

BT:  Especially not at the beginning!

They lock up once again.  This time, Donovan St. Thorne gets nailed with an elbow to the face Cole Marr.
Donovan St. Thorne responds by tackling Cole Marr down to the mat!

AJ:  And here we go!

St. Thorne now pulls Marr up.  He drives an elbow into the side of his head.  Marr staggers back into the corner.  St. Thorne charges at him, but he gets hit with a boot to the head.  Marr charges out of the corner with a flying forearm, sending St. Thorne down to the mat!

BT: Great back and forth action now!

Cole Marr gets back to his feet. Cole Marr knifehand chops Donovan St. Thorne right as he gets to his feet.  Thorne stumbles.  Marr approaches him but Donovan St. Thorne hits Cole Marr with the back of his elbow. Thorne now Irish whips Marr across the ring.  Cole Marr rebounds off of the ropes and he hits Donovan St. Thorne with a clothesline!

AJ:  These two are definitely giving this match their all!

Donovan St. Thorne moves back to his feet. Marr grabs him.  St. Thorne hits him with a swift uppercut.  Donovan St. Thorne now executes a running bulldog on Cole Marr driving Cole Marr's face into the mat.

BT:  Neither man has gotten the advantage yet.

Cole Marr climbs to his feet.   St. Thorne approaches him.  Cole Marr gets hit with a kick to the chest.  St. Thorne now drops him with a double arm DDT.  Donovan St. Thorne measures Cole Marr up and drops a closed fist.

AJ:  St. Thorne trying to gain the upper hand now!

Now Donovan St. Thorne standing. Donovan St. Thorne rolls onto Cole Marr connecting with a knee.
Cole Marr gets hit with a diving elbow smash from Donovan St. Thorne.

BT: Follows up with a diving elbow smash.

AJ:  Impressive work now by St. Thorne!

BT:  He may have the advantage in this match now!

Donovan St. Thorne is back on his feet. Donovan St. Thorne hits Cole Marr with a kneedrop.Donovan St. Thorne climbs to his feet. Cole Marr gets hit with a diving elbow smash from Donovan St. Thorne. Donovan St. Thorne stands up. He pulls Marr to his feet.  Suddenly Marr grabs him and drives him into the mat with a spinebuster!

AJ:  SPINEBUSTER!  OUT OF NOWHERE!

BT:  GREAT COUNTER!

Cole Marr slowly gets to his feet.  He pulls Donovan St. Thorne up, but then drops him back down with a tilt-a-while suplex!

BT: And now Cole Marr is in control!

AJ:  What a great performance by these two men so far!

Cole Marr with a belly-to-belly suplex now. He now covers Donovan St. Thorne:
1....
2.....

AJ:  And a kickout!

Cole Marr  pulls St. Thorne up now.  He sets him up for a powerslam but Donovan St. Thorne drops down behind Cole Marr!  He now quickly rolls him up for a cover:
1....
2....

AJ:  And now Cole Marr kicks out!

Donovan St. Thorne slowly stands up.  He now pulls Marr up, only to send him back down with a suplex!  St. Thorne sets Marr up now and he hits a full nelson facebuster!  Donovan St. Thorne with an elbow drop from the second turnbuckle now. Donovan St. Thorne gets up. He pulls Marr up,  Marr shoves him away.  Cole Marr hits a clothesline on Donovan St. Thorne sending him to the mat. Donovan St. Thorne slowly gets to his feet.  Marr sends him back down with another clothesline.  Marr now heads to the top ropes!

AJ:  Marr's going upstairs!

BT:  What's he gonna do!?

AJ:  A 360 Shooting Star Press!

BT:  BUT NOBODY'S HOME!

St. Thorne rolls out of the way and Cole Marr hits the mat hard!

AJ:  He calls that "Lust."

BT:  Whatever he calls it, he missed his target!

Donovan St. Thorne slowly gets to his feet.  He picks up Cole Marr and delivers a neckbreaker.
Donovan St. Thorne executes a corkscrew legdrop on Cole Marr.   He goes for a cover:
1....
2....

AJ:  And Cole Marr kicks out!

BT:  This is not over yet!

Donovan St. Thorne is up again. Donovan St. Thorne with a falling splash on Cole Marr. Donovan St. Thorne now climbs to the top rope.

AJ:  Jumping knee drop!

BT:  A cover!

1....
2....

AJ:  COLE MARR KICKS OUT AGAIN!

St. Thorne pulls Marr up now.  He lifts him up into a body press slam, and then drops him down into a cutter!

AJ:  THE BLACKOUT!  THAT'S WHAT HE CALLS THE BLACKOUT!

BT:  AND THE COVER!

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

AJ: We've got ourselves a winner!

LW:  Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match: DONOVAN ST. THORNE!

St. Thorne raises his arms in the air in celebration.

AJ:  A victory for Donovan St. Thorne!

BT:  Wow.  These two men fought in their very first NLCW match tonight, and they definitely put on a show.

AJ:  You're right about that.  If they are the future of the NLCW, then the future is very, very bright!

BT:  What a match!

The scene cuts to backstage where Carmine Vestieri is making his way around. Carmine looks around beneath his shades, and is still ambushed by Joseph Witt, who seems to be hell bent on popping up when he least expects it.

Joseph Witt: Carmine Vestieri? Carmine? ... CV...?

Carmine continues walking

Joseph Witt: Can I get a word Carmine….please

Carmine stops in his tracks, smiling slightly. Witt takes the opportunity to quicken his pace and get himself lodged into frame.

Joseph Witt: Carmine, you walked out of When World’s Collide the way you said you would; your head held high and Jackson’s career in the trash. What do you have to say to the doubters?

Carmine pauses.

Carmine: What do I have to say? I hope all your kids're born f-beep-in' retarded.

Joseph Witt: Well... okay. But what about Alex Jay, I mean…Holy shit, The Prince and you…What're your thoughts on Alex?

Carmine: My thought's are my own, but I will give you this. I’m currently looking for the self proclaimed Prince of Wrestling, because the way things ended at WWC, left a sour taste in my mouth. I've got a score to settle…

Joseph Witt: To be honest, Alex Jay has shown himself to be an imposing figure, and he's worked his ass off to get to where he is...

Carmine, visibly annoyed by the lack of a proper response, cuts Witt off.

Carmine Vestieri: Spare me the details. I don't want to know. All I know, Witt, is that I’m on a mission. The mission is simple, but effective. Do you know what that mission is?

Witt: Well--

Carmine: Rhetorical question. The mission is simple, Witt. The mission, is for me to not only prove that I’m the best in the business--hell, the world--but also to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that everyone buying into Alex Jay as this prince have been misguided, because you’re looking at the prince of wrestling, you’re looking at the prince of No Limit Championship Wrestling. My mission is to prove that Alex Jay is nothing more than a retired superstar. He doesn’t want to enter a ring. He may want the people to see him as some old school savior, but really he’s a jealous old man who feels threaten by my quick rise. And that's why he's the man you see today. I'm going to break the illusion, Witt. I’m going to dispell the image that Alex built for himself, I will prove by the end of the night that Alex Jay is nothing more than a fleeting thought. A fleeting whim that has gone and passed the world by. He's nothing, Witt, and I'm going to show you that the future... the future is everything. And the future, Witt is the man who stands before you.

Carmine Vestieri, the one TRUE Prince of Wrestling

Carmine quickly walks off frame, leaving Witt looking perturbed.

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AJ:  Well folks, on our last episode of Avulsion we aired the first part of Joseph Wiit's exclusive interview with Rick Majors.

BT:  Majors has been acting very strangely in the last few months, and this interview hopes to shed some light on the situation.

AJ:  In the second and final part of the interview Rick Majors talks about Dillon Durst, his health and his future.

BT:  So, without futher ado, he's the second part of that interview.

The scene switches to NLCW studios in Toronto, Ontario.  The date "AUGUST 20th, 2009" is shown on the screen.  Again there are two chairs in the middle of the studio.  Two bright spotlights shine on them. Joseph Witt sits in one and Rick Majors sits in the other.

Joseph Witt:  Obviously Rick, you are under a great deal of emotional stress, and that is entirely understandable, but how does lashing out at people help?

Rick Majors:  What are you, an idiot?  I mean... I mean... I mean.... I've lived... I've lived my whole life the right way... I've been honest, I've been.... I've been kind to others... yes, yes... I was a bit of a rebel in my youth... and... and I've made mistakes, but who hasn't?  And what did I F***ING GET FOR IT!?  WHAT!?  I got a broken neck, a knee... a knee that barely... that barely bends.... I've got a shoulder that.... that.... that can't move right.... I MEAN LOOK!

Majors lift his left arm up at a 90 degree angle.

Rick Majors:  THIS IS AS FAR AS I CAN LIFT MY ARM!!!  I'm... I'm... I'm.... I'm 38 years old..... I'm 38 years old and I'm a freakin' cripple!  And then... then.... then.... THEN TO MAKE THINGS WORSE.... just to get that little extra F*** YOU from the universe..... then... then this........... then........ then my wife gets hit by a drunk driver and I'm... I'm.... I'm left with nothing...... everything... everything..... everything has been taken from me..... I did nothing wrong and everything has been taken from me.  WHY DO YOU THINK I LASHED OUT JOSEPH!?  WHY!?!?!?

Joseph Witt:  Okay, but why Dillon Durst?

Rick Majors:  Why Dillon Durst?  WHY DILLON DURST!?  Do you know nothing about me?  Were you not paying attention when Dillon Durst... when.... when... when he broke into my home and threatened by wife?  When he ran me off the road with his car?  When he hit me in the neck with a lead pipe and sent me back to a hospital room?  Were you... were you... were you NOT WATCHING!?  IT WAS ON F***ING NATIONAL TELEVISION JOSEPH!!!!  So when I saw.... when I saw my life ruined.... when I saw that my life was in shambles and Dillon Durst... Dillon Durst... a man who has never done anything the right way... I saw him win awards and receive praise around the world.... he was being celebrated while I sat in a hospital praying for my wife's survival..... does that seem fair to you?  And that's why I attacked Dillon Durst.  Because he f***ing deserved it.

Joseph Witt:  But why then... why were you seen with him weeks later?  Why did he save you from Midvalley's security?  Why have you been looking for him for weeks?

Rick Majors:  That's a good... that's a good... that's the first good question you asked me today.  You see... you see... you know where I am in life... I'm at the bottom... the bottom... I'm alone... I'm.... I'm nothing... I have no one... no one.... and Dillon Durst.... you see, he knew that.  He could see it... he could see it in my eyes.  He could see the pain and the confusion and the desperation... and he.... he knows how to handle that.... Dillon Durst knows what it's like to have an evil living inside of you... he knows what it's like to give up on fitting into to society and embrace the joy you get from destroying it.... Dillon Durst... Dillon Durst helped me.... he helped me... he was there.... He was there.... he was there when no one... when no one was there..... Sadly, sadly, sadly.... sadly he was the only one that was there.....

Joseph Witt:  And where is he now?

Rick Majors:  You think I f***ing know!?  You see.... Dillon Durst.... Dillon Durst.... you can't, you can't, you can't trust Dillon Durst.... He... he.... he... he said he would help me... and he did... but then.... then... then when I needed him the most he left.... poof..... gone.  Gone.  Gone.  Gone into thin air.  He saw my broken, battered, tormented soul lying on the floor in front of him and he left.  I should have expected that, right?  I mean... I mean... I mean, this is Dillon Durst we're talking about here.  He's... he's.... he's only in life for himself.... I should have known... I should have known..... I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!!!

Joseph Witt:  So what now Rick?

Rick Majors:  Look at me.  Look at me.  Look into my eyes..... look into  my erratic eyes, twitching around the room.... twitching and desperately looking for help..... listen to my... my... my... my speech.... I can barely... barely frame a sentence.  My clothes... my hair.... my body.... look at the mess I have become.  LOOK AT ME DAMMIT!!!  Look at me and tell me if you think this is what a man who is control of his future looks like!  You ask me... you ask me... you ask me "what now?"  WHAT NOW!?  I don't f***ing know what now!  My wife... my wife... my wife could die tomorrow.  Hell, I could die tomorrow... or I could kill tomorrow..... tomorrow... tomorrow.... there is no tomorrow..... not for me..... there's only.... there's only.... there's only today........

And with that Rick Majors starts to stand up.

Joseph Witt:  Rick... Rick... Rick, thank you for this interview today and I wish you...

Before Joseph Witt can even finish, Rick Majors has thrown his mic to the ground and he is on his way out of the studio.

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AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, last Sunday's When Worlds Collide was quite possibly one of the most monumental NLCW pay-per-views of the year and, undoubtedly, stands out with some of the best held matches in quite some time.

BT: But perhaps no match had a greater reception than the main event, a match that everyone knew was going to be special the moment it was first conceived: the returning Chris Champion took on his close friend and long-time rival, the NLCW Heavyweight Champion... Dominic Pericolo.

AJ: It was an amazing match that stayed intense throughout, both men easily scouting each other's moves and staying on the offensive until the very end, but it was Dominic Pericolo who scored a decisive victory after Champion managed to kick out of his first finisher attempt, but could not do it a second time after Dominic countered the Final Examination into the End of Existence.

BT: It was a hellacious match that left both men with a trip to the hospital to treat their injuries, but the injuries themselves weren't enough to keep them from showing their respects after the match had concluded.

AJ: Online correspondent Joseph Witt was at the hospital upon their arrival, and while Champion was not able to take any interviews at the time, Dominic Pericolo was there and, though groggy and in pain, was still somewhat alert when Witt came around. We go now to Joseph Witt with more on the interview.

The scene changes to a backdrop of the NLCW's logo with a screenshot of their website faded out behind it, and NLCW-Online columnist Joseph Witt standing in front of it. There's a delay before he responds, microphone in-hand.

JW: Thanks Aaron. As you all know, NLCW-Online was busy covering the event live from the arena, and after the match we'd hoped that both Champion and Dominic would be available to share their thoughts on the match. Of course, it's been years since their last match... we weren't prepared for the type-of brutality witnessed out there in the ring.

AJ: Those two always make sure to give it their all against each other... very rarely does a match between them end with both men left able to function until quite some time after.

JW: Yes, well, we found that out the hard way. Thankfully, I was able to locate the hospital where both men were located, but because of ongoing complications with Champion's condition, I was only able to speak with Dominic who, to his credit, was doing much better than I'd thought he would be. Both men are quick healers, but the damage from the match was clearly showing during the interview. I'd like to now roll the tape, and show the fans what Dominic had to say about the night's events.

There's another pause, the screen fades and flickers for a moment before cameras roll again and we're taken inside of a hospital room, where Dominic Pericolo is propped up in his bed with the gash on the side of his face freshly stitched up and covered. He appears to be in a decent amount of pain and his eyes are half opened, but he's smirking all the while and his world title is sitting on the table beside him. Joseph Witt is sitting on the opposite end of the bed and, when getting confirmation that the camera is rolling, begins his interview.

JW: Thank you for your time, Dominic... I know you're in a great deal of pain right now, but it's certainly impressive that you're able to still communicate with us about what went down.

Dominic Pericolo: Yeah, it's... it's not a problem, just... understand if I don't have much to say.

JW: Of course, you shouldn't stretch the wound too much, I encourage short answers actually... makes it easier for our internet fans to read in the transcripts!

Dominic Pericolo: Ha, haha... yeah, that's true. Alright then, so... what's up?

Dominic winces, reaching tenderly towards his cheek but stopping himself from touching it, knowing it would only make the pain worse. Joseph seems concerned for a moment, but Dominic waves the concern off and encourages Joseph to continue, adjusting himself in the bed once again.

JW: Alright... well, the first question that comes to mind is: how are you feeling, champ? You've just defeated your long-time friend and rival, Chris Champion, in what was a clean-cut victory for the first time in your NLCW career!

Dominic Pericolo: I'm relieved, really... not for the sake of beating him, or keeping my... keeping my title, but really... I'm relieved I kept him from this burden.

JW: Burden? The burden of the championship, you mean?

Dominic Pericolo: Yeah, it... I want him focused on healing... I want him at 100% next time, none of this dying crap... he'll make it, he... he can make it now.

JW: Still holding out hope for Champion's recovery... you're a persistent man, Dominic, but you're filled with hope, and that's an admirable trait.

Dominic Pericolo: Ha, well... I try.

JW: So where's your family tonight, anyway? We're generally used to seeing your wife Suki and son Ehno in-tow with you to these events... your family's became something of a staple around the shows. The staff seems very protective of them.

These comments bring a smile to Dominic's face, though he winces through it due to the pain in his cheek. He adjusts himself again and sighs, looking out the window in the room and over the city outside.

Dominic Pericolo: Suki, she... she's on her way. Ehno's with a babysitter and trusted friend of ours, and she... she's coming to check up on me. I've already asked for next week off to spend with my family, NLCW... they're allowing it for the sake of my recovery.

JW: So you won't be around next week for Avulsion?

Dominic Pericolo: That's what this interview is for, man... I want there to be something for the fans, and I've booked some signings during the week to try and see as many of them as I can, but... I need that chunk of the week for my famliy, and that's what I'm going for.

JW: It's understandable, you went through hell in that match. Now, there are rumblings in the back that there might be a plan for your next opponent... is there anyone in the NLCW right now that you'd be willing to take on to defend your title against?

Dominic Pericolo: Ha, well... right now, I think another match with Champ might be a bit soon for the both of us. I'm sure he'd be willing just as I, but... there's only so much the two of us can do to each other before we run empty. With Champ's shot through and with Carmine's rematch having already happened, I... well, the challenger scene's looking pretty vacant.

JW: Any wrestlers you'd like to face right now, though?

Dominic Pericolo: Well, Alex Jay's back... I never did get a proper one on one with him. Buck's back but he's got his panties in a twist over Graham and Kelly right now... it's great to see so much young blood rising from the bottom of the ranks right now but no-one in particular is standing out just yet, really. Uh... but, in the end, I guess it's all up to the NLCW right now. They've got the power to make that decision, but...

He chuckles softly, turning to Joseph and motioning back around to his title belt, a grin on his face.

Dominic Pericolo: I might not look it, but I'm already itching to defend that thing again. I... that title means a lot to me, the NLCW... it means a lot to me. I go out there to fight for everything I stand for in this company and I really feel like I can help bring this company forward with that title. We just need to keep the challenger scene fresh and not riddled with the same contenders all the time... that's what's important.

JW: Alright, well... thank you for your time, Dominic. I can tell you're getting a bit tired from the talking, I'm sure that wound on your cheek isn't feeling all too good right now either...

Dominic Pericolo: I've felt better, yes. Champion really got me good with that right hand out there tonight.

JW: But if the ending wasn't indicative enough, you definitely gave him his own few shots back.

Dominic Pericolo: Ha, yeah... I guess I did.

Joseph reaches over his hand and Dominic does the same, the two shaking as Joseph smiles at him.

JW: Thank you for your time again, Dominic... it's been a pleasure, and the fans will be sure to thank you.

Dominic Pericolo: Hey man, not a problem... always happy to answer some questions, those fans mean the world to me, too.

JW: Glad to hear it. You're a hell of a champion, Dominic... and you definitely proved that tonight.

The video soon fades shortly after, Joseph setting the mic down and shaking Dominic's hand once again before it fades out, and we then fade back to ringside.

AJ: Thank you, Joseph... that was a fantastic interview, and the NLCW would like to send a fond greeting to the Pericolo family back at their home. We're missing you tonight, you guys... but we know you're watching and we can't wait to have you back again.

BT: I should hope Dominic's watching! From what we've heard so far tonight... Midvalley's about to drop a bombshell of an announcement here, and there's no guessing what that entails for our champion!

AJ: Tonight is definitely a night of interest for Dominic... you can bet he and his family are at home right now watching, and waiting to see exactly where this next month for Dominic is going to go. We'll be right back after a word from our sponsors, folks... stay tuned!

And, after a panning shot of the packed crowd for Avulsion, signs scattered about the arena... we fade to commercials.

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AJ:  Ladies and gentlemen, we're back here on Avulsion and it's time for Dade Midvalley's big announcement!

BT:  I wonder what he's going to say!

Dade Midvalley, the CEO and public representative of the Board of Directors, is now standing in the entrance way.

Dade Midvalley:  Good evening everyone, and thank you for watching.  I hope you're enjoying the show.

The crowd cheers.

DM:  That's good to hear!  Now, as you've probably heard, I'm here tonight to make an announcement.  I'm here to make an announcement regarding the NLCW's next pay-per-view HaVoK.  Now, as you obviously know, Dominic Pericolo is the reigning NLCW Undisputed World Champion and Drew Graham is the NLCW North American Champion.  Both men retained their titles at When Worlds Collide.  Also at When Worlds Collide, you saw Kelly Rien become number one contender for the North American Title.  That means, regardless of their personal relationship, at NLCW HaVoK, Drew Graham will defend his championship against Kelly Rien!

The crowd cheers once again!

DM:  Of course, that is not my announcement.  My announcement pertains to the NLCW Undisputed World Championship.  As things currently stand, we do not have a clear number one contender for that championship.  Many people can stake claim to that title.  Chris Champion was narrowly defeated on Sunday and he deserves a rematch.  Carmine Vestieri and Bucky Skyler, the previous two champions, also deserve shots.  And then there are numerous other competitors that have impressed me in the last little while.  However, there is no single person that deserves the shot more than any other.

AJ:  What is he getting at?

DM:  So my announcement today is a solution to that problem.  At NLCW HaVoK you will see Dominic Pericolo defend his championship....... in a CHAOTIC CAGE!

AJ:  WHAT!?

BT:  A CHAOTIC CAGE!?  Is that....?

The crowd cheers.

DM:  Only once in NLCW history have we seen a Chaotic Cage match, and that was in LCW, back in 2006.  No Limits Championship Wrestling has hosted the event, but we have never actually participated in it.  Now what is the Chaotic Cage?  For those who have not seen the match before, it goes like this: The ring is surrounded by an enclosed steel cage.  Six men are entered in the match.  They are randomly numbered just prior to the match.  The first two men start the match.   Every five minutes another randomly selected man will enter. Once all six men have entered the match, eliminations can begin.  Until every competitor is in the match, no falls will be counted.  Once all six men are in the match eliminations can take place by pinfall or submission. The match ends when only one man is left standing, and that man will be the NLCW Undisputed World Champion.

AJ:  This is HUGE!

BT:  Incredibly huge!

DM:  But who will be in this match?  This is where it gets interesting.  Other than Dominic Pericolo, there are no guaranteed entrants.  ANYONE IN WRESTLING CAN QUALIFY.   That's right, anyone.  It doesn't matter if you're a current NLCW star, a past star or someone who has just stepped foot in the company.  It doesn't matter if you've never participated in the NLCW before.  We will be holding qualifying matches over the next two weeks on Avulsion, and anyone who wants a match just has to come to my office or give me a call and ask.  A shot at the NLCW Undisputed World Championship is on the line.

AJ:  Wow.  Just wow.

BT:  I did not expect that announcement at all!

With that, Midvalley leaves the entrance way as the crowd is buzzing.

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As we come back from the break, Gabriel Roken is already in the ring.

AJ:  Welcome back folks, and it's time for our main event.

LW:  Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts: GABRIEL ROKEN!

Roken raises his arm in the air.

BT:  You guys didn't see it, but his entrance seems really familiar.

AJ:  You're right... it's a shame it wasn't on TV.

BT:  Maybe that's why it wasn't on TV.

AJ:  That's ridiculous!

Three Six Mafia’s ‘Who run it’ plays throughout the arena and the lights strobe red, white and green around the entrance way as Carmine Styles is risen up from the bottom of the stage. Once he is fully on the stage Red, White and Green pyro shot up right in front of him as he walks out. Wearing his custom Blue Italian soccer shirt and the Italian flag hanging from the front of his pants.

LW:  And his opponent, from Sacramento, California: CARMINE VESTIERI!!!

He looks out into the crowd, surveying the masses, before stepping out into the aisle way and throws his arms out (ala Orton). At which point pyro’s shoot off all the way down the ramp. Once he’s at ringside Carmine wastes no time getting into the ring. Where he climbs the turnbuckle standing on the middle rope at the far post and poses with his arms up just as he did at the top of the entranceway.

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The bell rings as the competitors face off in the center of the ring.  They lock up.   Gabriel Roken executes a pumphandle suplex on Carmine Vestieri. Carmine Vestieri gets to his feet.  He blocks a punch from Roken.  He now executes a front suplex.Vestieri now with an elbow drop.

AJ:  Vestieri in charge in the early going!

Carmine Vestieri pulls Gabriel Roken to his feet.  Roken hits him with a backward kick to the stomach.  He then clotheslines Vestieri down to the mat.

AJ:  Spoke too soon.

Gabriel Roken measures Carmine Vestieri up and drops a closed fist. Gabriel Roken is up again. Carmine Vestieri moves back to his feet.  They lock up.  Carmine Vestieri executes a spinning DDT, planting Gabriel Roken's head in the mat.

BT: What a spinning DDT!!

Vestieri goes for a cover:
1....
2...

AJ:  Not yet!  Kickout!

Carmine Vestieri is up again. Carmine Vestieri runs and leg drops Gabriel Roken.

AJ: Nice leg drop!

Carmine Vestieri applies an arm wrench to Gabriel Roken.   Gabriel Roken rakes the face of Carmine Vestieri in attempt to make a come back.

AJ: Face rake by Gabriel Roken.

BT:  That's one way to get back in a match!

Gabriel Roken with a suplex on Carmine Vestieri, sending him down to the mat. Gabriel Roken gets up.
Gabriel Roken executes a corkscrew legdrop on Carmine Vestieri. Gabriel Roken stands up.   He drops an elbow and then goes for a cover:
1....
2....

AJ:  Kickout by Vestieri!

Gabriel Roken hits Carmine Vestieri with a rolling elbow smash to the face. Vestieri slowly gets to his feet.  Roken approaches him.  Vestieri hits him with a dropkick! Carmine Vestieri is up again. Carmine Vestieri executes a springboard bulldog, slamming Gabriel Roken's head onto the mat.  Now Carmine Vestieri standing.

BT:  Carmine taking care of business now!

Carmine Vestieri piledrives Gabriel Roken into the mat. Carmine Vestieri with a leg drop, followed by a knee drop, followed by an elbow drop! Gabriel Roken is rolling on the mat in pain.  Carmine Vestieri gets back to his feet.
Vestieri sets him up now!

AJ:  CRASH AND BURN!

BT:  Roken on the outside now!

Vestieri leaps over the ropes, hitting Roken with a suicide dive!

AJ:  What a move!

Vestieri throws Roken back into the ring now.  He climbs to the top ropes.

BT:  SHOOTING LION!

AJ:  A cover?  Nope... not yet.... he's setting Roken up.

Vestieri locks Roken into a sharpshooter!

BT:  LION'S BITE!  It's locked in!

The referee asks Roken.  He struggles.  He struggles.  And he taps out!

AJ:  It's over!

BT: Carmine Vestieri has won the match!

LW: The winner of this match, Carmine Vestieri!!!

Carmine rolls off the matt, and stands in the center of the ring where he asks for a mic cutting the music.

Carmine: Alex….Alex….Alex….Lets cut the cat and mouse bullshit, and why don’t you bring your candy ass out here right now!!!

He leans on the ropes for a brief second

Carmine: Really, you’re not gonna come out here? You’re willing to disappoint all these dumbasses who believe in your every move?

WORKITMAKEITDOITMAKESUSHARDER...BETTER...FASTER...STRONGER

Now now now that that don't kill me, can only make me stronger, I need you to hurry up now, cause I can't wait much longer, I know I got to be right now, cause I can't get much wronger, man I been waitin all night now...

THAT'S HOW LONG I BEEN ON YA!

The opening lines of Kanye West's "Stronger" begin to pump through the speakers and the fans arise to their feet as the lights go dim. Neon blue lights begin to flash on the stage as Alex steps out wearing his trademark shades, cutting Carmine off mid sentence. He extends his hands to the crowd, nodding his head in approval of the fans appreciation.

AJ: You asked for it Carmine, now you better be ready because here comes ALEX JAY!!!

Alex extends his arms and spins, soaking in the reaction from the fans, playing to the crowd as he walks his way down to the ring. Alex slaps hands with a few avid fans before he slides into the ring and stands in front of Carmine. Alex smirks and slaps his chest sending the crowed into a uproar and pissing off Carmine that much more.

Carmine: Ladies and gents, it's The one and only Prince of Wrestling Alex Jay! Give him a round of applause, I mean who knows how long he’ll stick around this time...

And just like that, the cheering from the crowd instantly switches back to boos as Carmine smiles.

So, there's a lot of questions people have for you, no doubt, like, what in the blue hell made you step into my victory last Sunday night?

Alex picks up a second microphone raises it to speak, but before he gets even one syllable out, Carmine cuts him off.

Carmine: Oh, wait, I'm sure they're probably also wanting to know why your even still here? Do you think these people enjoy being teased? Look at em Alex, all of them have their hopes high, just waiting till you disappoint them

The crowd boos the disrespect by Carmine, and Alex glances at the audience, knowing how angry they are at this man. Raising his hands, he waves them and encourages their boos to grow louder, a "Carmine sucks!" chant beginning in one section and spreading throughout the entire crowd. Alex giggles and faces him, bringing the mic up to his lips.

Alex Jay: Listen, Carmine before you get your tanning bra in a bunch, I really only came out here tonight to apologize for what happened at When Worlds Collide.

Carmine: Get the fuck out of here Alex, what’s the hidden agenda?

Alex Jay: Hey, slap happy, there is no agenda. I came out here to man up and apologize for letting my emotions get the better of me, you know I've never been a fan of Jackson, I mean I DID have a score to settle, but there's no "Hidden Agenda." It is as simple as a straightforward apology.

Carmine: What if I don’t accept your apology Alex? Then what? Are you telling me now that, all you came here to do is apologize, but what happens if say I dropped you dead center with the Last Shot?

Naturally, this gets another chorus of boos, and another "Carmine sucks!" chant.

Alex Jay: If you’re asking me if I would just stand idle while you attempt to attack me, the answer is no, King cat shit. But if you’re asking me, would I easily turn and walk out this arena satisfied with my apology whether you accept it or not, then Yea…

Carmine: King cat shit? Maybe you don’t know who I am, I don't think we were formally introduced, cocktits. I am Carmine Vestieri The Lion, Elite of the Industry, and YOUR former Undisputed and North American Champion. Nice to make your acquaintance.

Alex looks at him, no sign of anger from his words. Simply, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, waving his hand with the microphone, encouraging the chants and boos to grow louder. He's about to say something, but when he tries to interrupt him, Alex interrupts him by shoving his hand up to his face, and flicking his nose with two fingers. The fans laugh

Alex Jay: My, oh my, it seems like we've got ourselves a loudmouth here, ladies and gentlemen. Not only that, but he profusely inflates his ego and coughs up empty words, proclaiming this and that aimlessly. 'I'm Carmine Vestieri, Professional Idiot! ' Yes, you are a FORMER champion, yes you ARE a FORMER North American Champion, both championships you lost on your first defense.

The fans cheer in agreement

Carmine: Okay, okay, what is this? A roost? I thought you came out here to apologize?

The crowd boos as Alex reacts, and he is standing in front of him. He points to his boots, to his tights

Carmine: You see this, do you see my ring gear, do you understand what it means? It means I’m still a wrestling. It means that I still have an active contract. It means that between you and me, I call the shots. I don't have to PROVE anything. I can wrestle any sort of style you care to name, and I can beat anyone at their own game, but if they wanna take down the tyrant, they gotta step into the tyrant's house, and once they do that, their ass is mine! And you, Old timer, can't do a damn thing to stop me!

Alex doesn't back down from Carmine stepping up to him. Rather he brings the mic up to his lips with a confident, fearless smile on his face.

Alex Jay: Is that so? You think it's all about you, don't you? You're so vain. You may be tough, but you're not unstoppable. You may act big, but that's only because you're compensating for something else. You believe that you know everything there is to know about this sport and the wrestlers that participate in it. Deep down, you don't know a thing, and you especially don't have a clue who you're talking to, Carmine. Let’s be honest with ourselves your track record with NLCW Originals hasn’t been so great

"ALEX…ALEX!" chants begin, accompanied by three-beat claps, as the crowd roar with loud cheers, supporting him all the way. At this, Carmine scowls, then turns and looks toward the time keeper.

Carmine: You’re right Alex, I don’t have a stellar record against icons of this game, but if you think you’re better than them, well brother you've got another thing coming. Matter of fact, here it comes now!

THUMP!

He suddenly clocks Alex square in the head with his microphone. Alex didn't expect the shot, and neither did the fans, his body falling down to the mat. The fans boo loudly, some of them trying to encourage Alex to get up and fight. Alex cradles his head with his hands and looks at him from the corner of his eye, kicking his left knee and causing him to stumble. Quickly, Alex rolls out of the ring, mumbling at the uneasy landing on the black padding, and shaking his head.

Alex Jay: I told you, I wasn’t going to turn the other cheek

Alex quietly lifts the apron and looks under the ring, looking for something... but what?

Carmine: You little fuck, let's get something straight: I am the prince of wrestling NOT YOU, I have the KINGDOM to do whatever the fuck I want, and more to the point, this is MY show, and what *I* say GOES! And I say, I'm not done with you yet, hero...

He leans through the ropes, grabbing at Alex’s neck. He only manages to handle a few strands of his hair before letting go, a sudden force driving against his face and knocking him down on the mat.

Alex Jay: OBJECTION

The fans' cheer as they witness another steel chair in Alex's hands. He stands up and sets up the chair, stepping onto it and taking a bow for the surprise performance. He turns around and faces the ring, pointing at Carmine.

Alex Jay: You should have just accepted the apology

Leaping off the chair, he grabs hold of the top rope with his hands and bounces on the second rope, jumping onto the top rope with balance and attempting a high-risk move. But to everyone's surprise, Carmine proves he's tougher than he looks, as he leaps into the air catching Alex with the Last Shot. The crowd groans as her body flips over in mid-air.

Carmine: And you should have stayed home...

The crowd is booing like crazy, even moreso when they see Carmine roll out the ring and grabbing a champagne bottle and upend it, brandishing it like a club, the bubbly spilling all over the ring. He beckons for Alex to stand up, while the crowd is begging him not to.

When he does stand up and turn around, Carmine is waiting.

SMASH!

The bottle shatters over Alex’s head, spilling the remainder of the champagne all over him as he goes down.

Seething, Carmine grabs his fallen microphone, and stands over Alex Jay.

Carmine: WELCOME TO MY KINGDOM, BITCH!

He drops the microphone and raises his arms high, as his music hits, and the crowd jeers and chants, "Carmine sucks!"