I could be angry
You know I could be just like you
I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you"
A video package plays. The greatest moments in NLCW Avulsion history are played. NLCW legends are seen for the first time in years mixed with today's current talent: Ethan Andrews, Jason Stylez, Frank Merritt, Alex Taylor, Matt Arren, Shane Perry, Rick Majors, Dazz, Derrick Lambert, Dominic Pericolo, Rob Thorn, Tanya Black, Enigma, Faith, Chris Champion, Dillon Durst, Alex Jay, Sean Galen, Maize, Delfino, Justice, Tyler Scott, Angel Andrews, Chris Logan, Kindred London, Isaac Reynolds, Phil Castle, Scarlett Williams, Ryan Coleman, Souless, and many, many others have their greatest moments shown across the screen for the world to see one more time.
"I could be cold
I could be ruthless
You know I could be just like you
I could be weak
I could be senseless
You know I could be just like you
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you"
We now enter the arena where pyro explodes and the fans are on their feet. "Just Like You" continues to play. Around the arena are giant banners displaying some of the greatest moments in NLCW Avulsion history. The jumbotron continues to play a highlight reel of Avulsion memories.
Suddenly the largest display of pyro in Avulsion history explodes from the ramp. It lasts for nearly two minutes and it brings the crowd's volume to a fever pitch.
I'm alone, so I won't turn out like you
Want me to
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you"
The crowd finally dies down and we are greated by the same two faces that have welcomed up for five years. Sitting in their broadcast postion, dressed in tuxedos to celebrate the event, are Aaron Jennings and Bryan Terwilliger.
Aaron Jennings: Welcome everyone to the Fifth Anniversary of NLCW Avulsion! I'm Aaron Jennings and with me, as he's been for the past five years, is Bryan Terwilliger!
Bryan Terwilliger: Ladies and gentlemen, five years ago the NLCW first aired a program called Avulsion. NO ONE could have predicted the global phenomenon that it would become! But here we are five years later! I'm Bryan Terwilliger and I am looking forward to a fantastic night!
AJ: For the next three hours we are going to showcase some of the greatest matches in Avulsion history!
BT: It's definitely going to be something special! But that's not all, is it?
AJ: Of course not! We are going to announce the Best in Avulsion History Awards here tonight! The great competitors, greatest matches, greatest moments and greatest surprises will all be revealed on this anniversary special!
BT: And I've heard some rumours that we will have some special appearances from a few NLCW legends tonight as well!
AJ: It is going to be quite a show!
BT: Ladies and gentlemen, when we return, we will announce our first Best in Avulsion History Award!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
His body is tilted forward as he sits in a steel folding chair.
The room is in silence... his heavy breathing is all that we can hear.
Scars... stiches... it's all the same with him.
"They wanted me to share my favorite moment. Something that impacted my career so much so... that I was to describe it in complete detail."
He shifts his weight, causing the chair to let out its yelp.
"Plain and simple... I cannot define one moment as my best on this show. I've been through too much. Had battles with too many opponents. Brought hell to the doorstep of every man, and women within the halls of the NLCW."
He wipes the beaded sweat from his brow.
"My experiences on this show were best when it was just "us."
The camera pans out to see Alex Jay sitting to the right side of Dillon.
AJ: Whoa!
As it pans out further... we see Sean Galen, then Chris Logan a slight moment after.
BT: The Saints!
The fans pop at the tease... it means something to them.
"These are the faces of the NLCW. Not Ethan Andrews... Chris Champion. Not Dominic... not Enigma... not Rick Majors. It was through us... that these walls were constructed... and it was through us that they fell."
The four Saints stare intently towards the camera.
"Happy Anniversary."
static
AJ: My God! I never thought we would see those four men in the same room again!
BT: Me neither AJ!
AJ: Well folks, we've already had our first suprise of the night and now we're going to present our first Best in Avulsion History Award!
BT: That's right, these awards were voted on by the fans as well as the staff of No Limits Championship Wrestliing - including the wrestlers themselves!
AJ: So, without further ado, we present to you the Greatest Match in Avulsion History!
The lights in the building dim as the crowd focuses on the jumbotron. A video begins to play..
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THE GREATEST MATCH IN
AVULSION HISTORY:
LW:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match!!Alex Jay VS. Sean Galen VS. Dillon Durst Standard Triple Threat Rules May 5th, 2005 The arena goes dark, as "Payback" by Flaw hits the P.A. as Dillon walks onto the entrance ramp. As the bass riffs end, as as the beat kicks in, Blue and White pyro shoot off into the air. He raises his hands to the air, taking in the the chorus of the boo's given to him from the crowd. LW: Introducing first, from Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing in at 273 pounds, he is "The Legacy" Dillon Durst!! As he walks down the ramp, he nods his head to the beat, as he gives several fans a gleaming glare. He slowly walks up the steel steps, onto the ring apron, and steps through the ropes. He holds hims arms out, and spins slowly. He then hops onto the second turnbuckle, where he points at himself, boasting. The music fades out, as the lights slowly come back on. AJ: Dillon Durst, making his in ring return here tonight. BT: He made his TV return last week and looks to be in phenomenal shape. Sevendust's "Enemy" begins to pump through the speakers out to the sea of fans in the audience. The lights dim and a feint golden light shines from the entrance, Alex's silhouette can be seen as the lights blast back on along with an earth shattering blast of golden pyro. LW: and now, from El Paso, Texas, weighing in at 222 pounds, he is the current American Champion, he is "Prince of Wrestling", Alex Jay!!! Alex makes his way down to the ring in his wrestling gear and long black sleeveless jacket. He slides into the ring and stays in the crouched position, a sick and twisted smirk spreads across his face. AJ: There is the American Champion . . The lights flicker and then go out. The arena's thousands of fans wait in anticipation. A huge explosion goes off in the rafters as pyro explodes on the stage and smoke pours out throughout the crowd. "OOH WAH AH AH AH!!!" LW: Finally, hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 218 pounds and at a height of six foot two: “The Ragin’ Canadian” SEAN GALEN! Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed blasts over the arena's P.A. system as out steps "The Ragin' Canadian" Sean Galen to a enormous crowd reaction of cheers and boos. He walks down the aisle and to the ring apron as he leaps up onto it. He slides between the second and third rope, and walks into the center of the ring. He gets on the turnbuckles and taunts the crowd, flexing and raising up his arms.. AJ: Here comes the former NLCW Cruiserweight Champion! BT: Galen also just recently made a return to the ring . . and all three of these men have been at the top of three different divisions, Galen in the Cruiserweight, Dillon in the TV, and Alex Jay, enjoying his second title reign in the American division. AJ: You can actually feel the emotion here Bryan! BT: This is going to be a match for the ages. Three men: all former champions, former Saints, and former friends ready to battle it out here tonight live on Avulsion! AJ: It's a pay-per-view type feel here right now! The three men circle around the ring as the bell rings. They all start to glance at each other, shifting their weigh back and forth, all three men looking for the perfect way to start the match. AJ: All three men hesitant here. BT: No one wants to make the first mistake here. Finally both Jay and Durst leap at Galen! AJ: Sean Galen turned his back on both men and they're out for revenge here! Durst hits Galen with a flying forearm to the head! As he stumbles backwards Alex Jay hits him with a clothesline, sending him down to the mat! From there Durst drops an elbow. Jay with an elbow now. And now Durst. And now Jay. And now both at once! AJ: Durst and Jay working as a team here, viciously attacking Sean Galen! BT: They may be working as a team right now, but this match is every man for himself! This teamwork won't last! Alex Jay pulls Galen up to his feet now. He now hits him with a DDT, sending him down to the mat! Jay now turns around, only to be sent down to the mat by a clothesline from Dillon Durst! BT: I told you so! Durst now the only man standing. He pulls Sean Galen to his feet, but then sends him back down to the mat with a snap suplex. Durst now mounts Galen and starts unloading on his head with punches. The referee starts to admonish Durst. Durst stands up, but he's suddenly hit by a dropkick by Alex Jay! Alex Jay now grabs Durst and he Irish whips him across the ring. Jay now charges at Durst, but Durst gets his feet up and he kicks Jay in the face. Jay stumbles backward, right into the clutches of Sean Galen who hits him with a German suplex! Galen stands up now, just as Durst runs out of the corner, clotheslining Galen to the mat! Durst now pulls Galen up. Galen blocks a punch and he floors Durst with an elbow to the head! Durst gets back to his feet, but Galen sends him back down to the mat with a DDT! Galen now drops an elbow on Durst and he goes for the cover! BT: Galen with the cover now! AJ: But Alex Jay is heading upstairs! 1...... 2...... Alex Jay comes off of the ropes with a flying headbutt, breaking up the pin! Jay now pulls Galen to his feet and he hits him with a jumping piledriver! Jay with the cover now 1...... 2...... AJ: ALMOST!! Dillon Durst now breaks up the pin! Durst now grabs Alex Jay. He locks him in and delivers a full nelson suplex! Durst now goes for the cover. 1...... 2...... Sean Galen breaks up the pin now! AJ: The action is fast and furious here tonight! Sean Galen now grabs Dillon Durst. Galen kicks him in the gut, sets him up, and delivers a snapping powerbomb! As Galen stands up, Alex Jay runs at him with a clothesline! Galen ducks out of the way! He grabs Jay by the head, but Jay breaks free! Alex Jay now sets Galen up and he delivers the Royal Flush! Alex Jay with a cover now . . 1...... 2...... AJ: Durst breaks it up!! Dillon Durst barely makes it over and he breaks up the pin. Alex Jay pulls Durst up, but Durst kicks him in the stomach! Durst now sets Jay up and he hits him with the Forget Me Not! AJ: That's it! It's over! Dillon Durst turns around, and he walks right into a drop toehold from Galen! Galen now slides over onto Durst's arm and he locks him in Lock Down! Durst struggles in the hold, but Alex Jay breaks it up! Alex Jay pulls Galen up now and he Irish whips him into the corner. Jay runs at Galen, but Galen escapes and Jay hits the corner! Galen now backs up and he runs at Jay, hitting him with The Impulse into the corner! Galen gets to his feet now, only to be grabbed by Dillon Durst! Durst now hits him with a spinebuster slam! Durst now begins to stomp away on Galen. He now pulls Galen to his feet, only to send him back down to the mat with a DDT! Durst now walks over and he pulls Jay to his feet in the corner. Durst sets Jay up on the top turnbuckle and he starts to climb after him! Durst now grabs Jay and he hits him with a superplex from the top rope, onto the body of Sean Galen! AJ: My God! BT: All three men are down now! Wow! The referee starts to count as Durst, Galen, and Jay lay on the mat. Durst slowly starts to get to his feet. He walks over toward Jay and he goes for the cover 1...... 2...... BT: Alex Jay kicks out! AJ: I thought it was over right there! Dillon Durst pulls Alex Jay to his feet now. He sets him up for a suplex. Jay blocks it. Suddenly Sean Galen comes off of the ropes and he hits both men with a flying clothesline! AJ: All three men down AGAIN! Galen now pulls Alex Jay to his feet. He sets him up and suplexes him over his head, over the ropes, and releases him to the outside! AJ: Sean Galen just suplexed Alex Jay over the ropes to the outside! Dillon Durst is on his feet now. Galen and Durst stand in the ring, staring at each other, contemplating their next moves. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation. The two men lock up. Galen hits Durst with a knee to the stomach! He now hits Durst with an elbow to the back of the head. Galen now grabs Durst's head and he hits him with a DDT down to the mat! Galen now stands up, his arms raised in the air. The crowd unleashes their hatred for him. BT: SEAN GALEN, the Wrestling God, is the only man standing here tonight! Galen now walks over to Durst and he pulls him to his feet. Durst breaks free and he grabs Galen around the waist! Durst now hits Galen with a belly-to-belly suplex! AJ: Now Dillon Durst is the only man standing! Durst turns around. Suddenly, leaping over the top rope with a diving elbow come Alex Jay! He strikes Durst in the head, sending him down to the mat! BT: And now it's Alex Jay! Alex Jay walks over toward Sean Galen. Galen kicks him in the chest. He now sets him up and delivers a snapping powerbomb! Galen with the cover now: 1...... 2...... AJ: Dillon Durst saves the match as he breaks up the pin! Durst is on his feet now. He pulls Galen up and he hits him with a snap suplex! Durst now walks toward Alex Jay. He pulls Jay to his feet and elbows him in the face. Durst now clotheslines Jay down to the mat! He turns around just as Sean Galen is getting to his feet. The two men lock up. Durst tries for a suplex, but Galen blocks it! Galen now sends Durst down to the mat with a suplex of his own! AJ: What a back-and-forth match-up here tonight! BT: Did you expect any less? These three men all know each other so well! Galen now is on his feet. Suddenly Alex Jay steps toward him, hitting him in the face with the Final Flash! AJ: That's it! It's over! Before Alex Jay can make the cover, Dillon Durst grabs him from behind and he hits him with a German suplex! Dillon Durst now kneels above Jay and he starts unloading on him with punches. Suddenly, Sean Galen comes up from behind and he hits Durst with a vicious knee to the side of the head! Durst drops to the mat! AJ: I think Galen just hit Durst in the temple! Galen now stands above Durst laughing. He now pulls him to his feet. Durst is lifeless. Galen now grabs him by the hair and he hits him with The Equalizer! BT: BOOM! AJ: That's it! It's over! Sean Galen goes for the cover now 1...... 2...... BT: THE PRINCE IS THERE!! Alex Jay breaks up the pinfall! Alex Jay now pulls Galen to his feet. Jay now hits Galen with a falling reverse DDT! Alex Jay now goes for a cover. 1...... 2...... Sean Galen kicks out! Alex Jay pulls him to his feet now. Galen explodes with a punch to the face! Alex Jay returns the favour! The two men start unloading on other another in the center of the ring! AJ: A slugfest has erupted here! Galen gets the upper hand as he knees Jay in the stomach! He now sets him up and delivers the Tapped Out! AJ: The tapped out! Alex Jay is down! Dillon Durst is STILL motionless! And Sean Galen is going for the cover! 1...... 2...... Dillon Durst somehow manages to slide over and barely break up the pinfall. Sean Galen stands up now. He pulls Durst up and Irish whips him into the corner. Galen now runs at him, attempting The Impulse! Dillon Durst moves out of the way and Sean Galen crashes into the corner! Durst now takes advantage! He grabs Galen and hits him with the Forget Me Not! Dillon Durst goes for the cover now 1...... 2...... AJ: And Alex Jay breaks up the pinfall attempt this time! BT: How did he get there in time!? Alex Jay pulls Dillon Durst to his feet now. Jay goes for a kick to the stomach, but Durst blocks it! He spins Jay around, grabs him from behind, and he hits him with a full nelson suplex! Dillon Durst now walks over towards Galen. Galen hits him with a low blow! AJ: LOW BLOW BY GALEN! BT: HA HA! Galen now grabs Durst and he throws him down to the mat! Galen now locks Durst in the Lock Down! Durst struggles! Galen tightens the hold! Durst is desperately trying to reach the ropes, but to no avail! Galen pulls back, tightening the hold even more! AJ: Dillon Durst is in Lock Down, no where near the ropes, and Alex Jay is laid out, unable to break the hold! BT: I think this could end the match right now! Dillon Durst struggles. The referee asks him if he wants to submit. Dillon screams no! Galen pulls back, causing Durst to scream out! The referee asks him again, again he screams no! Galen is increasing the pressure! Suddenly Alex Jay leaps over and he breaks up the hold! AJ: Alex Jay from out of no where breaks up the Lock Down! BT: Dammit! Sean Galen gets to his feet. Alex Jay lunges at him with the Final Flash! Sean Galen sidesteps it! Galen now grabs Alex Jay and he hits a reverse Russian legsweep! AJ: Insult to Injury! Sean Galen now goes for the cover 1...... 2...... AJ: Dillon Durst leaps at Galen! BT: It's too late! The bell rings! Dillon Durst falls to the mat, dejected! AJ: Durst arrived a split second too late! Sean Galen stands up. He stumbles backwards, leaning against the ropes. LW: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner . . Seeeeeeeeeeean Gaaaaaaaaaaalen!!! The crowd boos and Galen slides through the ropes to the outside. Dillon Durst is slowly getting to his feet. The two men glare at one another. AJ: MY GOD WHAT A MATCH! BT: But look at Durst's eyes. Look at that hatred. Something tells me this isn't over between these men! Sean Galen begins celebrating on the top turnbuckle, playing to the crowd. AJ: Sean Galen is victorious here tonight!! BT: That match is the best I have seen this year so far on Avulsion!!! |
The fans cheer as the lights in the building come back up.
BT: After the match ended I said that was one of the best matches I'd seen that year, and it turns out that it was the greatest match in the history of Avulsion. What an outstanding match!
AJ: And what outstanding competitors! All of three of those men were multi-time champions who would all eventually win the NLCW World Heavyweight Championship. The night the Saints exploded was truly an epic match and a launching pad for the three men involved!
BT: We'll be right back with more of the NLCW Avulsion Fifth Anniversary Special!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
As Avulsion returns, the lights in the building dim as fans go crazy, white lights flashing on and off as tribal drumming begins to fill the confines of the arena, familiarity causing the fans to erupt in raucous cheers for perhaps one of the wrestling world's biggest and best groups of all time.
AJ: Could it be?
BT: I think it is AJ!
The tron shows black and white stock footage of fires raging and consuming all in their path, soldiers marching in step with one another, dead bodies lying perfectly still rotting away on the ground in ditches and a nuclear blast wiping out everything in its wake as if it were sweeping dust under the rug. A heavy guitar riff drills into the minds of those in attendance with the entire stage in darkness, lights flashing from cameras in the crowd and up in the rafters highlighting for milliseconds the fans cheering and beginning to chant early on, some saving their voices for when the revealing would finally happen.
And then it did.
"Chaos A.D. Tanks on the streets Confronting police Bleeding the Plebs Raging crowd Burning cars Bloodshed starts Who'll be alive?"
At the same time as the vocals bark out, a huge explosion rocks the entire stage area, a huge wall of fire engulfing the front of the stage and top of the ramp, dying down as if the black raindrops falling from the rafters were putting out the flames while two men stood next to one another.
BT: Holy shit, IT IS!!
One of the men stands with his back to the ring, arms outstretched either side of him, his long dark hair draped between his shoulder blades as he spins around to face the ramp, looking around him and to his colleague next to him wearing a grey mask with brown hair hanging from a hole in the top onto the zombie-like face of the mask.
AJ: We haven't seen these men together in NLCW for a while.
BT: Somehow even looking at them on the step it's like they haven't missed a step.
The man in the mask pats his chest with a hand and raises it into a fist above him, both men wearing a black t-shirt each with the logo of their legendary group emblazoned across the front. They give each other a brotherly embrace and make their way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans along the way, the masked man rolling under the bottom rope as the long haired male climbs in the traditional way between the ropes after climbing the steel steps. The long haired man stands in the middle of the ring, spinning around with arms outstretched to soak up the glory while his masked comrade stands in the middle of the second rope, balancing and bouncing up and down on it with one fist in the air.
AJ: This reaction from the fans is amazing.
BT: Some say these guys were the blueprint for those who followed in their footsteps and copied their methods, including Anarchy Inc and Projekt Mayhem among others. I'd say anyone who disagrees obviously aren't true wrestling fans.
The two stop posing and grab microphones from Lucinda, who smiles broadly and gets back to her seat at ringside, fans chanting and clapping loudly.
"DAZZ! DAZZ! DAZZ! DAZZ"
"AL-EX TAY-LOR!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "AL-EX TAY-LOR!" *clap clap clapclapclap*
"CHA-OS! CHA-OS! CHA-OS!"
Alex Taylor: Yo bitches, we're back!
The fans go wild while the two men soak up the adulation. After several minutes of sheer exhilirating crowd response, Dazz raises the mic.
Dazz: That's right, the Violent One himself, the Messiah of Metal, two of the greatest wrestlers in history, the duo responsible for revolutionising the tag team style, THE greatest tag team in pro wrestling history and part of THE greatest faction in pro wrestling history and we are ready to rock and if you are too, we salute you.
A massive cheer from the sold out capacity crowd.
Dazz: It sure is good to be back but Alex, something's bothered me for some time now. NLCW.....well something's not been right about it for ages.
Alex Taylor: What, you're not the Undisputed champ? You're not the focus of this place? I'm not kissing your ass for a change to make you look good when we all know I was the better wrestler?
Dazz: Well there's that but this is something different. Where have all the jobbers gone?
Alex Taylor: What?
Dazz: The jobbers, the lesser talents, the ones there to make people like us feel better about ourselves, feed our egos by taking on people less talented than us.
Alex Taylor: I think I know who you mean. Actually I got a list for the production truck to use tonight to help you and everybody else know exactly where they've gone.
The fans cheer as Dazz seems somewhat startled.
Dazz: You mean....
Alex Taylor: Yep.
Dazz: That's why you haven't been around much?
Alex Taylor: Hey someone had to and I couldn't give a fuck to listen to you rambling so I stayed home and studied.
Dazz: There goes your degree in Toxicology.
Alex Taylor: I still smoke an ounce now and then. Anyway, first up....
Everyone turns to the screen and we see Tanya Black as fans boo.
Alex Taylor: Tanya Black, the biggest female jobber NLCW has seen. Last seen holding the Tag Team titles only to walk away when she realised her tag partner wasn't a butch chick like she first thought.
Dazz: How she won Diva of the Year I'll never know.
Alex Taylor: NEXT!
The screen shows a short haired man holding his old mask in the air.
Alex Taylor: Paul York aka Fuel aka Mr Personality.
Dazz: He has one?
Alex Taylor: Nah, he went from grunting shit I couldn't understand to talking about being some sort of fucking saviour, reminded me of your promos only less......enjoyable.
Dazz: Fuel, shame he changed his name and look cause with fuel prices going up, he could've made more money per appearance than he does for winning, which given his pathetic win/loss record...
Alex Taylor: NEXT!
The screen shows a short haired man grinning with a Brazilian flag wrapped around his shoulders to show his pride in his home country.
Dazz: Souless?
Alex Taylor: His fault for fucking off from wrestling. Chaos A.D. member with us, champion, blah blah but where is he now? Running around the rainforests of Brazil in a loincloth calling himself Shoeless.
Dazz: Didn't he always? Got any more?
Alex Taylor: Err, no not really, only a three hour show, the list I made would've gone for over 5 hours.
Dazz: Listen, I got a huge favour to ask. On the next Avulsion, I'm up against our second name on that jobber list, wanna be in my corner?
The fans cheer this proposal, perhaps wanting to prolong the Chaos A.D. experience a little longer, Alex rubbing and scratching the mask's chin in mild humour and sarcasm for a few moments.
Alex Taylor: Fuck it, why not. I'm down.
The audience goes wild and chants for both men as Avulsion cuts to an ad break.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back and what a night it has been so far!
BT: And we're just starting up!
AJ: We have another award to present right now... Ladies and Gentlemen, we proudly present to you, the Award for the Greatest Tag Team in Avulsion History...
The building once again goes dark and the focus turns to the giant screen above the ramp.
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THE GREATEST TAG TEAM
IN
AVULSION HISTORY:
Scenes of some of the other great NLCW tag teams are
shown quickly on the screen, with the image ending on one of Chris
Logan and Bucky Skyler. The crowd cheers.Chris Logan & Bucky Skyler Some of Logan and Skyler's greatest moments are shown and the crowd reacts with every one. |
The lights in the arena come up once again and the crowd celebrates the achievements of the two men who have just been named the Greatest Tag Team in Avulsion History.
AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, there you have it! And what a great tag team those two men were!
BT: They did have their personal differences, but while they were together they dominated the NLCW's tag team division like few have!
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NLCW AVULSION CLASSIC MATCH
AJ: Here
it is, ladies and gentlemen.NLCW Undisputed Championship Rick Majors (c) VS. Sean Galen Standard Rules February 24th, 2008 BT: Rick Majors versus Sean Galen for the Undisputed Championship, one of the most built up matches out there. AJ: It's Saints versus Majors. BT: Majors doesn't stand a chance against The Saints all on his lonesome. The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of static fills the arena. The static continues crackling throughout the speakers. It gets louder. And louder. It starts to break up a bit, becoming more and more disjointed, more and more fractured. Hisses and pops fill the static now, making it almost unbearable to listen to. The static gets louder and louder and louder. It finally reaches a breaking point and stops suddenly. But quickly filling the silence is a burst of guitars. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The drum beat pounds as the guitars get louder. The crowd begins to rise. As the extra guitars kick in on the song, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else. Majors pauses in the entrance way for a moment, looking out towards the crowd. ["I’ll tell you now you can’t win this"] Majors stands at the top of the ramp, soaking in the applause of the crowd. ["'Cause you're way too slow"] Majors then slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him. AJ: Here he is, the man himself. BT: Rick Majors, hall of famer, longest reigning champ in NLCW history. AJ: Goddamn great wrestler. ["I’ll tell you now I’m gonna take this"] Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron, acknoledging their applause. ["Did you come here to watch me, watch me burn!?"] LW: Ladies and gentlemen, weighing in at 202 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is an NLCW Hall of Famer, the longest reigning champion in NLCW history, and current NLCW Undisputed Champion: Rick "The Impact" Majors! He enters the ring, still only lit by the spotlight. He then stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd.. The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, awaiting the start of the match. AJ: I'm not sure if it can get any better than Rick Majors versus Sean Galen. BT: Me, neither. This is the main event...so exciting, too. The lights go out, enveloping the arena in darkness. "King" flashes repeatedly for two seconds before fading. "Change my attempts, good intentions." The beat then picks up, as 10 Years "Wasteland" blasts throughout the arenas p.a. system. Fireworks blast on the stage as Sean Galen step out from behind the curtain, wearing his ring attire underneath a shiny, red hooded vest. His patented SG logo is on the back as he turns to face the tron, spreading his arms out, palms to the ceiling. He then spins real fast, his face somewhat hidden beneath the hood. He soaks in the cheers and boos as he points to the sides of the ramp talking shit, and flashing that patented shit eating grin. He then struts to the ring, sliding in as he reaches the mat. He then walks to the turnbuckle, raising his right arm, his hand in a fist, The Rock-esque. He then jumps down and does a spin in the middle of the ring, again with his arms stretched straight out, plams up, as if soaking in the reaction. He then flips the hood from his head, and takes off the vest, handing the object to the ring announcer before leaning against the turnbuckle. AJ: And here are the two competitors. BT: It looks like one false step could cause them to go all out on eachother at any moment. AJ: They probably would anyway. LW: Ladies and gentlemen, this Undisputed Title Match is scheduled with as a traditonal, one-fall match! Let's begin! Majors and Galen circle the ring, sizing eachother up and waiting to see who makes the first move. Majors steps forward, and Galen steps backward. Galen extends a hand, and Majors circles it a bit, looking to predict if he's pulling any tricks. AJ: Oh, this is so a trick. BT: Majors is going to fall for it, I bet. Majors goes forward to shake Galen's hand cautiously. Big mistake. Galen flips him over with an arm drag and rolls over to give it more momentum, instinctually locking Majors in a wristlock. Majors quickly touches his foot to the rope, and the ref calls a ropebreak. Galen refuses to let go, causing the ref to count. AJ: Let go of Majors! BT: No way he's letting go. "1... 2... 3... 4... Fi-..." Galen releases the hold, picking Majors up and whipping him to the ropes. Galen goes forward to slam him with a Back Body Drop, but Majors stops himself short and dropkicks Galen. BT: Textbook counter. Galen reels back, giving Majors an opportunity to hit him with a chop. Galen holds his shoulder, where the chop hit, and swings a closed-fist punch towards Majors jaw. The ref tells Galen that's a no-no, and Majors takes that time to deliver two chops, each heavy, quick ones to the chest. AJ: Majors is working on those chops. BT: Those chops look like they could crack ribs. Galen reels and bounces off the ropes, going for a clothesline, but Majors catches his arm and swings him into a drop toe hold. Majors spins and locks him into an ankle lock, working on the leg. AJ: Looks like Majors is working on that leg. BT: If he keeps going with that, he could get Galen to tap out. Galen twists a bit, slipping his ankle out of Majors' hands and leaving Majors gripping air. Galen bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Majors as he gets up, causing Majors to stumble back, holding his ribs where he was kicked. Galen runs forward and grabs Majors, throwing him into a running neckbreaker. AJ: Ouch. BT: That's gotta hurt. Majors writhes, grabbing Galen by the ankle and pulling it, tripping him so he falls onto the ground face-first. BT: Quick reflexes by Majors. Bless our souls we go to fight, In Your name we'll kill or die. We confide You'll be with us, Death awaits the chosen one. Kill with no remorse, for you're in the light. Die with no regrets, Army of saints. Why? My conscience cries so loud, I feel so cold inside. Murderer I will be no more In the name of my faith Forgive me! My soul will drift through the dark, I betrayed the army of light. Forgive me! My bare bones will lie in foreign land, The army of saints, The army of saints AJ: No! BT: The Saints! Isaac Reynolds, Chris Logan, and Kelly Rien burst through the curtain, heading to the ring. Galen can't help but smirk as Isaac dives under the ropes and delivers a stiff clothesline to the referee, taking him out cold. Kelly saunters into the ring while Chris follows closely behind, surrounding Majors. Galen quickly stands up and joins The Saints, completely surrounding Majors. AJ: No! No! BT: The Saints have come marching in! All four swing punches, chops, and slaps at Majors, each one sending him slumping into the turnbuckle with more and more force. Galen runs to the opposite turnbuckle, signalling the others out of the way, and charges forward with a big boot, ramming his foot straight into Majors' face. AJ: Merciless. BT: The Saints are walking all over Majors! Majors clutches Logan in desperation and whips him to the ropes, knocking over Reynolds in the process. Majors bounces off the bottom rope and swings his legs forward, landing a swinging ax kick that nails both Kelly Rien and Sean Galen. Logan comes bouncing back and Majors nails him with a back body drop. The crowd starts to chant "holy shit!" and "Rick Majors! Rick Majors!" as he lands The Flash Of Greatness on Isaac. Majors slowly lifts Galen, hitting him with the Pure Excellence. AJ: Oh my god! BT: He's laid out The Saints! Majors raises one arm in the air, the crowd chanting "Majors! Majors!" and cheering frantically. Majors seems to grow faint and fall to one knee, looking like he can't take anymore. AJ: Looks like he used up all his heart and adrenaline right there. BT: Those streinous moves in that quick succession must've worn the hell out of him. Majors and Galen rise at about the same time, Kelly rising within a few seconds. Majors slowly rises, and Galen whips him to the ropes. Kelly catches Majors with a clothesline, sending him to the canvas almost effortlessly. Galen charges forward and goes to kick Majors, but Majors hits his leg with a stiff block, causing it to redirect slightly and kick Kelly right in the thigh. She yelps and steps to the side with an angry glare at Galen. Majors kicks to his feet and elbows Kelly to have her out of the way, and, Galen, quickly reacting, runs to the ropes and attempts to clothesline Majors. AJ: What a merciless battle. Look out, Majors! BT: Go, Galen, go! Galen nearly hits the clothesline, but Majors ducks under it and delivers a hard elbow to the back of Galen's neck. Galen leans forward, and Majors grabs him and whips him to the ropes. AJ: What's Majors got planned? BT: Something that's going to hurt, that's for sure! Majors lands a superkick, and a tooth flies out of Galen's mouth as he stumbles to the ground. Isaac slowly starts to rise, which, luckily, Majors notices, unluckily, a bit too late. Isaac lands two kicks to the spine of Majors, causing him to fall to his knees, fingers clawing at his own hand. Galen smiles as he is lifted by, lifting up Majors and holding him up in a cross position. AJ: No, not like this! It can't end like this! BT: But it is! Logan slowly stands, joining Isaac behind Galen. The ref rolls out of the ring, slowly awakening, but not wanting to stand inbetween the metaphorical Ahab (the many Ahabs in this case) and his whale (Rick Majors in this case.) Galen starts to drop him, but Majors gives him a double ax-handle to the top of the head, causing him to drop down. Majors catches his head, facing down towards the mat, between his legs as he falls, and swings his arms backwards to clock both Isaac and Logan in the face. Majors adjusts Galen a little bit, ready to land the move that could mean the end. AJ: Here it comes! BT: The Major Impact! Majors drives Galen's head into the mat, rolling Galen over as the ref slides into the ring, and placing his knees on Galen's shoulders, arms up in the air as the crowd cheers wildly, chanting "Majors! Majors! Majors!" "1... 2... Three!" Kelly pulls Majors off of Galen, but apparently too late, as the ref signals for the bell. BT: Who won? AJ: Let's see..we're getting the information now, Majors is indeed the winner. BT: Damn, a loss for The Saints. Majors kicks Kelly off. LW: Your winner, and still the NLCW Undisputed Champion, Rick Majors! |
AJ: This has definitely been a special night Bryan, looking back at all of these amazing moments over the last five years has really been special.
BT: It's been amazing, just thinking about all the NLCW has accomplished over the last...
The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of static fills the arena. The static continues crackling throughout the speakers. It gets louder. And louder. It starts to break up a bit, becoming more and more disjointed, more and more fractured.
AJ: No way!
BT: Why does he always interrupt me!?
Hisses and pops fill the static now, making it almost unbearable to listen to.
The static gets louder and louder and louder. It finally reaches a breaking point and stops suddenly. But quickly filling the silence is a burst of guitars.
The crowd explodes!
A spotlight shines on the entrance.
The drum beat pounds as the guitars get louder.
The crowd begins to rise, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of this historic moment.
As the extra guitars kick in on the song, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else. Majors pauses in the entrance way for a moment, looking out towards the crowd. The crowd is on their feet, cheering the NLCW legend! Majors smiles and he looks out at them, clearly emotionally touched.
["I’ll tell you now you can’t win this"]
Majors stands at the top of the ramp, soaking in the applause of the crowd, smiling.
["'Cause you're way too slow"]
Majors then slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him.
["I’ll tell you now I’m gonna take this"]
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron, acknowledging their applause. He actually seems somewhat humbled by their reaction.
["Did you come here to watch me, watch me burn!?"]
He enters the ring, still only lit by the spotlight. He then stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd.. The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, microphone in hand.
AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, Rick Majors is here!
BT: We haven't seen him in an NLCW ring since his May! He retired!
Majors smiles as the cheers from the crowd die down.
Rick Majors: Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honour. It's an honour to be standing here in this ring. It's an honour standing out in front of you fans. It's an absolute honour that I get the opportunity to come out here, five years later, and thank the NLCW fans for what they have done. That's right, it's the fans. It's the fans that get us to perform. It's the fans that give us that extra push, it's the fans that have allowed NLCW Avulsion to remain on the air for five straight years. So, right now, I want you to give yourselves a hand!
Majors puts the mic down and applauds as the crowd cheers.
Rick Majors: You know, I've been here for most of the important milestones in this company. I was here on the very first Avulsion, I was here when the NLCW produced its first Slamfest, I was here on the 100th edition of Avulsion...
Majors pauses for a moment.
Rick Majors: Considering what happened on that 100th edition, would I be able to ask for a few more security guards out here right now? I really don't feel like having neck surgery once again.
Majors smiles. Additional security guards begin to make their way to the ring.
AJ: If you remember, it was on the 100th episode of Avulsion that Rick Majors was brutally attacked by Dillon Durst.
BT: That was a definite low point for this show.
AJ: That unfortunate moment is playing now, for those who haven't seen it.
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NLCW Avulsion 100th Episode
May 11th, 2006
Rick Majors: That was quite a night! I still remember the first Avulsion, and it still holds a special place in my heart. That was a night where I... Suddenly, there's a disturbance outside of the ring, near the apron. Security seems to be rushing towards the area! Majors stops speaking and he turns towards the commotion!. Suddenly a man wearing a hooded sweatshirt and jeans leaps into the ring! Before Majors can react the man dives at him, taking him down to the mat! AJ: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!? The man has a steel chair in hand! As Majors struggles to get up the man clocks him in the head with the chair! Blood pours down Majors' face as he struggles to get away! Security rushes the ring, but the man wildly swings the chair around, scaring them off! AJ: Is that....!? NO! BT: I think it is! The man looks down at Majors and he removes his hood. AJ: WHAT THE HELL!? BT: DILLON DURST!!!! AJ: DILLON DURST!?!?!?!?!?!? The crowd gasps as Durst smiles evilly. Majors struggles to stand up, but Durst again clocks him with the chair! Durst then drops the chair down to the mat and he pulls the beaten Majors up to his feet. AJ: GET SOME MORE SECURITY OUT HERE! THIS MAN DOES NOT WORK FOR THIS COMPANY!!! BT: GET HIM THE HELL OUT OF THE NLCW RING! Durst sets Majors up now in a double underhook position and he drives him head-first into the chair with a double underhook DDT! AJ: DEAR GOD! A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT ONTO THE CHAIR!!! A MAJOR IMPACT IF YOU WILL ONTO THE CHAIR! BT: THAT WASN'T A MAJOR IMPACT... THAT WAS BROKEN! AND RICK MAJORS IS BROKEN HERE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Again security tries to enter the ring. Durst has his leather belt off now and he swings it, knocking security back. He picks up the chair and swings it, connecting with the shoulder of a security guard! Durst now wraps the belt around his fist and he unloads on the unconscious Majors with right hands, driving the belt buckle into Majors already bloody forehead! AJ: SOMEONE HAS TO STOP THIS! BT: FOR ONCE I AGREE! DILLON DURST SHOULD NOT BE IN THIS BUILDING! TURNCOAT SELLOUT BASTARD! Durst now once again pulls Majors up, only to send him down onto the chair with a Forget Me Not piledriver! AJ: MAJORS' HEAD... MAJORS' INJURED NECK JUST CRASHED DOWN ONTO THAT CHAIR! Durst pulls Majors up and he hits him with a swinging neck breaker! Durst now picks up the chair and he repeatedly swings it at Majors, cracking him over and over again into the upper back and neck! AJ: DURST IS TRYING TO KILL MAJORS HERE! GOING AFTER HIS SURGICALLY REPAIRED NECK AND BACK! Durst stands up and smiles, looking down at Majors. Finally NLCW Security gets some reinforcements and they storm the ring. Local police officers are with them. The officials tackle Durst down to the mat and they drag him from the ring! Outside the ring Durst is handcuffed and lead from the ring as the crowd berates him, tossing garbage at him. AJ: Finally Dillon Durst has been apprehended and forcefully dragged from the ring! He's lucky the crowd can't get to him... or they'd rip that turncoat apart! BT: Forget about that! What about Majors!? He could be very seriously injured! Inside the ring Majors is a bloody mess. He has not moved since the attack. EMTs and medical officials rush into the ring. They immediately begin to stabilize his neck before attempting to transfer him onto a stretcher. BT: As much as I put down Majors on television, you NEVER want to see something like that happen to someone. Rick Majors went through several very serious neck and back surgeries over the past year.... this could be bad. Very bad. AJ: My god he still isn't moving..... we need some more help out here! |
Rick Majors: Thank you for the extra security, but you guys really didn't have to air that, did you?
Majors scowls.
Rick Majors: Anyway, like I was saying, I've been here for many of the great milestones in this company, I've competed in some of the most memorable matches in this company, I've been here through it all. And, incidentally, it's all shown in my new DVD set - RICK MAJORS: THE CORNERSTONE OF THE NLCW, available in stores now.
The crowd cheers as Rick Majors laughs.
Rick Majors: But despite all of those moments, this one is the most special to me. It's the most special because no one thought we would get here. Back in January 2004, when I won the NLCW Cruiserweight Championship on the very first episode of Avulsion, no one thought we would live to see five years. We've had our ups and downs and at every down we've been told that it was over. With every ratings dip they told us it was over, with every poor match they told us it was over, with every group that tried to destroy this company they told us it was over. But it's not. Here we are. We may be a little beaten up, we may be a little bruised, we may have struggled along the way, but here we are!
The crowd cheers as Majors smiles.
Rick Majors: We are the NLCW and this is Avulsion! This is the night where we look all of our doubters in the face and tell them to screw off! This is the night where we show the world exactly what it means to have NO LIMITS! This our time, this is our moment, and it's for all of us! For the wrestlers, the announcers, the crew, the hall of fame, the alumni and the FANS! This is our time to shine!
The cheers from the crowd are getting louder now!
Rick Majors: We are the NLCW! All of us! Every single one of us represents what this company has to offer! Every single one of us worked to get to this point! And we are not going to go quietly! There are problems in this company just like there are problems in this world, but there is nothing large enough that it can kill what we have created on Avulsion!
The crowd explodes!
Rick Majors: Tonight I want you to think back, I want you to think back to people like Chris Champion and Ethan Andrews and Jason Stylez and Dazz and Enigma. I want you to think back to people like Derrick Lambert and Tanya Black and Frank Merritt and Alex Taylor. I want you to remember those like Dillon Durst and Shane Perry and Sean Galen and Alex Jay. I want you to think about all of those people. I want you to think about them and everyone else who has built the foundation of this company, who have helped NLCW Avulsion reach this amazing milestone. I want you to remember.
Majors pauses and he looks around the arena. The crowd is on their feet.
Rick Majors: But I also want you to think about those people backstage today. Those people who continue to come out every week and perform for you. Those people that took the foundation that was built for them and strengthened it. People like Carmine Styles and Clay Krueger and Brandi Wexx and Mask Of William and Delfino. People that represent what the NLCW has become. These people are the new heart and soul of this company and when, in five years from now, we celebrate the 10th Anniversary of Avulsion, these will be some of the names that we look back on with the same admiration we give to all NLCW legends. Of course, I'll be there too.
Majors smiles as the crowd cheers.
Rick Majors: NLCW Avulsion has provided me with so many special memories. I would show some of them to you now, but then there would be no reason for you to but my new DVD set - RICK MAJORS: THE CORNERSTONE OF THE NLCW. It contains many great Avulsion moments and it makes a great gift! Thanks everyone for being here tonight, and I look forward to watching the rest of this amazing show.
"Burn" plays again as Rick Majors puts down the microphone and plays to the crowd.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back on the NLCW Avulsion 5th Anniversary Special and it's time to announce another award.
BT: If you could turn your attention to the jumbotron, we will now show you the winner of the award for the Biggest Surprise in Avulsion History.
The lights go out and the crowd focuses on the screen...
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THE BIGGEST SUPRISE
IN
AVULSION HISTORY:
AJ: Midvalley stands here before us for the
last time! Chris Logan Becomes CEO August 31st 2008 BT: This took too long AJ! Open the back door and give him the boot already! Midvalley stands in the ring as the crowd quietly listens in. Before him is a table standing on all its legs while a box of checked names pile inside. Lifting his microphone Dade Midvalley begins to speak. Dade Midvalley: Ladies and Gentlmen, please join me as we finally figure out just who my replacment will be. In this box before me are the names of those who I think can fill the shoes of Midvalley. I will go through each sheet of paper and down to its last, and this will determine our new leader. Withdrawing the first envlope from the box, Midvalley smiles takes apart the covering. Looking a bit confused, Midvalley clears his throat as if he's seen a ghost! Looking around the arena as several fans shout, "Who is it?" Taking a step back, Midvalley begins to speak. Dade Midvalley: It appears that we have a mistake! No need to worry, I'll just grab another here! Withdrawing another envlope Midvalley once more smiles as the camera zooms for a closer look. The name "Isaac Reynolds" appears across the colorless covering as he continues to speak. Dade Midvalley: From our very own champion! He has picked........... Tearing the covering apart, Midvalley is once again left speechless! Looking over his shoulders, while carefully scanning the crowd, he staggers back! Dade Midvalley: This just can't be! AJ: Just what the hell is going on!? BT: I'm with you. [2Pac *singing in background* 2X] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G AJ: What the hell? BT: Who's this? Midvalley quickly turns his view towards the curtains as the music continues to spit through the P.A system! (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) [2Pac *speaking over background*] Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind of a nigga that get down for theirs Constantly, money over bitches [2Pac *singing in background starts to overlap/repeat*] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah.. [2Pac *speaking over background*] Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! [2Pac] So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her while she hot, and horny, go up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah Chorus: 2Pac [singing] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me [singing] My ambitions as a ridah [singing] Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G [Tupac] (I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah) Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!) That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel Spittin at adversaries envious and after me I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught (Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah Chorus [Tupac] My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck) didn't diminish my powers so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards That's why they tried to set me up Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been) gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside the cry from all your people when they find her Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it Revenge on them niggaz that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah! Chris Logan comes through the curtains as the crowd jeers him! Midvalley looks around as Logan coolly makes his way down the rampway and enters the ring. Circling Midvalley, Logan lifts his microphone as the crowd continues to jeer. AJ: Its Chris Logan! What's he doing out here!? BT: We're about to find out! Chris Logan: Dade Midvalley!............. You have 20 mins! The crowds confused as Logan continues to run his mouth while dropping the microphone down to his side. Quickly pulling back from Midvalley is Logan as he continues. Chris Logan: You guys here don't have a clue do you? If I can have everyone's attention just for a minute..... would you please turn your little troubled and confused heads towards the tron and watch! The tron is in static when suddenly a picture comes to life. The NLCW roster is seen in the office of Midvalleys! Several wrestlers are seen crowding the door while others attempt to hack away with objects around the office. Others watch on from the tv screen as they watch Logan and Midvalley in the ring. The scene is cut by static once more as the crowd begins to jeer. Midvalley turns towards Logan as Logan lifts the microphone and begins to speak. Chris Logan: I've waited far too long for this moment! You have 20 minutes Midvalley to pack your shit and leave this company! I can do whatever the hell I want! I want this man handcuffed and escorted out this building! Trash is tossed into the ring as officers quickly storm down the ramp way and into the ring! The officers handcuff Midvalley as Logan grins while watching. Pulling him away from the ring a tear trickles from the cheek of Midvalley as he drops his head and marches up the ramp way! Chris Logan: Ladies and Gentlemen! You are now looking at the new head figure of No Limits! I couldn't have done this alone! I had someone run the show from the inside! AJ: Now what! BT: This just keeps getting better! Chris Logan: As I step down from this ring, this living legend will enter it once more! Caught off guard, our arena faithful whisper amongst themselves as the flickering lights in the arena switch quickly between full power, and none at all. I tried to stay away... Something kept pulling me back... The harder I fought, the harder it was... One question remains hanging in the balance of eternity... Is this what you want? I said... is this what you fucking want? The crowd begins to grow more and more excited with each second that passes by. The lights, now flickering again, turn a deep shade of red... illuminating the sold out arena seats in a wicked way. Voices begin to whisper among the P.A. system. Footage of chemical warfare now taking over our screen. “It was you!” One screams. “Are you ready for a war!” Another shouts. “Cleanse yourselves... for judgement awaits us all!” The bass coming over the speakers seems to uproot the ground. We all wait... The final voice is heard... ... the voice... of a small child... “Close your eyes... and picture the ones you love.” The crowd becomes unglued! AJ: I don’t believe it! BT: ...... It can’t be.... Black Label Society’s rendition of “No More Tears” rips into our ears. Zakk Wylde’s guitar stinging our ears. “The light in the window is a crack in the sky A stairway to darkness in the blink of an eye A levee of tears to learn she'll never be coming back The man in the dark will bring another attack” All eyes stay focused on the entry way. Anticipation clouding anything else that could possibly matter. And then... after all the months... all the preparation... the wait... is over. “Your momma told you that you're not supposed to talk to strangers Look in the mirror tell me do you think your life's in danger here, yeah... HEEEEYYYYYYY... NO MORE TEARS... NO MORE TEARS... NO MORE TEARS... ... NO MORE TEARS ...” The curtain flies open... his large feet shaking the iron gated flooring. The camera pans up his jeans... over his tattoos... his skull T-Shirt... finally gracing his face. AJ: Dillon... BT: Durst!!! You can barely hear his theme. It’s covered by his name; being chanted over and over. They love him... They hate him... He don’t give a shit... They’re just glad his back... and so is he. “Another day passes as the night closes in The red light goes on to say it's time to begin I see the man around the corner waiting, does he see me? I close my eyes and wait to hear the sound of someone screaming here, yeah... HEEEEYYYYYYY... NO MORE TEARS... NO MORE TEARS... NO MORE TEARS... ... NO MORE TEARS ...” The guitar solo spills itself over the speakers as Durst finally begins to make his way to the ring for the first time in months. He looks good... Not the best... His personal battles carrying weight on his face... The pieces he’s picked up over the years; falling behind him... But he’s here... and for now... that’s all that will matter. To him anyway. Reaching the apron; he slowly slides his fingers across the canvas of the NLCW squared circle. Looking up, and into the eyes of Chris Logan... who stands in the ring. His friend... his enemy... his protégé. He’s proud. He smiles. He laughs as he fumbles his way into the ring. He embraces Logan in the middle of the ring without hesitance. They share a few words. The lighting effects dazzling to the eyes. “So now that it's over can't we just say goodbye? I'd like to move on and make the most of the night Maybe we'll fuck before I leave you this way Your lips are so cold I don't know what else to say I never wanted it to end this way my love my darling Believe me when I say to you in love I think I'm falling here, yeah... HEEEEYYYYYYY... NO MORE TEARS... NO MORE TEARS... NO MORE TEARS... ... NO MORE TEARS ...” Logan hands his old friend his microphone. The music fades, but you wouldn’t know it. The arena cheers and chants overshadow any music that could hope to be heard. His ring presence is strong. He walks the ring... it’s all coming back to him. He feels the ropes. Listens to the chants. Smells the burning aftermath of his pyrotechnics. Yes. He remembers it all. And so glad to have those senses rushing back to him like a stampede. “Miss me?” He says casually into the microphone. His large fingers gracefully holding its thin structure. He turns his attention to the main cameraman, who is steadying himself on the rings' apron. He pulls the mic to his mouth. With eyes closed... he begins to speak. “I’ve done my time.” He says. His voice is raspy and firm. “I’ve sat on the sidelines... fixed my problems... buried some of my hatches, and gonna’ share the rest with everybody who is not standing in this ring.” AJ: He’s pledged allegiance to come back! “Kill or be killed.” He says... gazing off. “It’s kill... or be killed.” The camera softly zooms in on his evil grin. “Draw your lines in the sand, NLCW. And watch as I erase them.” And just as quick as he was back... he was gone. The lights out, the man gone... the remembrance of his presence still looming thick. ''See you next week, faggots." |
AJ: What a moment that was!
BT: Another groundbreaking, unpredictable moment in NLCW history!
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NLCW CLASSIC MATCH
NLCW Women's
Championship
Scarlett Williams
(c) VS. Angel Andrews
Standard Rules
February 11th, 2007
AJ: Well Bryan… we are about to watch the battle that has brewing all week unfold here tonight. The vicious rivalry between two-time women’s champion, Angel Andrews and the reigning Queen of NLCW… Scarlett Williams… BT: This match should be intense. Let’s hope that my girl can pull out again with another win over Andrews. AJ: I don’t know. Scarlett has slipped up a few times this week, I have a feeling that Angel has got her number. LW: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NLCW Women’s Championship! Made of Scars by Stone
Sour starts up. Angel Andrews comes out, she stops at the top of the ramp and looks around at the crowd. Yeah, Cut right into me Angel starts down the ramp, her eyes locked on the ring. She then sprints the rest of the way down the ramp. LW: Introducing first, the challenger, standing in at 5 foot 6 inches at 130 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she is a 2 time NLCW Woman's Champion and still holds the longest title streak . . "Gothic" . . Angel Andrews! This one had it coming AJ: This should be an interesting match, I know that both of these women have huge fan bases… BT: Don’t be an idiot! Former drugged up wrestler… against Scarlett Williams… You just wait until “Lose Control” hit’s the sound system… then you tell me that Angel can match Scarlett… AJ: Must this always be a competition with you?! The crowd goes even wilder, leaping to their feet and screaming as Angel rolls under the bottom rope, and rolls to her feet. She looks around at the crowd and the various signs before her eyes lock on the ramp while her music fade out. The lights to the arena black out completely and instantly the crowd goes ballistic. Suddenly, a red siren light begins to blare loudly throughout the arena as the fans jump to their feet. The red siren has it's moment where it flashes about the arena before... !LET'S GO! The huge beats and mixes to "Lose Control" blast throughout the arena as the lights go into a serious frenzy of motion. Colors of all kinds shimmer and streak across the stage wildly and dance across the arena as an eruption of purple pyro erupts from the stage. And standing behind the pyro, seductively surrounded in smoke is Scarlett Williams. She throws up a number one sign with her index finger in the air and plays to her fans on the stage. Out from behind the curtain, steps Scarlett’s best friend… Cassidy Micheals. The pair stands at the top of the ramp, staring bullets through Angel in the ring. They then strut confidently to the ring at the same time... I've got a cute face The crowd becomes uncontrollable as the volume of approval reaches new heights. Scarlett confidently struts to the beat of the music and obliges the fans who attempt to get her attention. Cassidy stands behind Scarlett the entire way down, not taking her eyes off of Angel. BT: Scarlett has just got even more powerful! Look at Cassidy Micheals! She looks fierce! AJ: Apparently besides Scarlett, Cassidy is the most feared woman in the Hollywood Industry. If I was Angel, I’d be shaking in my ring boots. LW: Making her way to the ring, being accompanied by Cassidy Micheals…she is the NLCW Women's Champion... SCARLETT...WILLIAMS! Scarlett enters the ring smoothly, Cassidy following behind her. She then goes over to the ropes. She places a foot on the bottom rope and takes the top rope with her left hand. She then thrusts up a #1 sign pose as the purple pyro erupts again behind her. Cassidy stands with her arms crossed, posing for the cameras that now are not only focusing on Scarlett. Everybody here Scarlett then let's go of the rope and gives the crowd more to cheer for, as she thrusts her belt above her head as her music fades out... Scarlett in one motion throws her belt to Cassidy on the outside and quickly turns on her heels and tackles Angel in the center of the ring. She claws angrily at the face of Angel before knocking her a few good shots to the face. She then grabs her hair and stands, dragging Andrews towards the corner. In one big motion… Scarlett tosses her up into the corner… and begins to kick at Angel’s ribs with an ample amount of ferocity. BT: I guess Scarlett is a bit miffed at Angel’s antics this week… AJ: She is wailing on her like there is no tomorrow! Scarlett locks her arm around the head of Angel, hops up on the second rope and leaps off with a bulldog that sends Angel back onto mat. Scarlett flips her over and bangs her head into the mat a few times before jumping up to her feet. She walks around garnering some attention from the fans. Angel gets up and meets Scarlet center and begins to slug it out with the champ. Scarlett ends up on the harsher end of exchange, getting forced into the ropes. Angel pulls her off and drops her down with a harsh DDT. Smugly, she kicks over Scarlett upon the layout of the move. 1... 2... Kickout from Scarlett. She then proceeds to stomp away at the champions stomach with angry boots. She then grabs Scarlett’s hair and drags her up to her feet. With a swift elbow to the face, Angel locks her up in a headlock… but Scarlett sends her bounding forward towards the corner. Angel smacks the front of the turnbuckle with her chest, and spins out… only to be met with an oncoming hurricanrana takeover from Scarlett. AJ: The action so far has been all over the place with these two. How brutal can it get? BT: Judging by the fire burning between these two… we’ve only just begun. Angel rolls up swiftly and meets Scarlett up on her feet again, grabbing her head slightly. Scarlett goes to clothesline her down, only to have Angel duck her move. Angel in return nails Scarlett in the stomach with a knee and drops her down with a neck breaker. Once Scarlett’s back nails the mat, Angel continues to attack with a series of hard knee strikes to her back, that repeat over and over again. Cassidy pounds the mat and mouths some curses to Angel from the outside. Angel yells back and even goes over to do something to Micheals, only to have Scarlett trip her down. She takes advantage of this and pounces on the back of Andrews and begins to pound her head, face-first into the mat over and over again. She then grabs her by the chin, and wrenches her back in a painful chin lock. Before Angel becomes a pretzel, she maneuvers out of submission. Scarlett attempts to lock her back up, only to receive a backhand blow from Angel. Scarlett clutches her jaw and collapses onto the mat. Angel, not wasting anytime… jumps up and kicks Scarlett directly in the jaw with a stiff boot. With Scarlett knocked down, she grabs the arm and wrenches it completely behind her back. Scarlett begins to try and gets herself free thanks to her free hand. Only, Angel pulls the move back even farther and almost pops Scarlett’s shoulder out of the socket. She refuses for me to tap. Angel let’s go of her hold, and instead jabs an elbow to Scarlett’s head. Andrews takes Scarlett and leads her to her feet only to kick her right in the crotch area. Snickering to herself, as Scarlett sinks… she sends her arm up with a hard uppercut to her opponents face. Scarlett stumbles back only to receive a rather large clothesline from an oncoming Angel. Scarlett flops down, beaten as Angel looks to put her away. She jumps to the top rope, and awaits for the opportune moment… before jumping off the top rope, she looks for a pretty painful double stomp attack, only to watch Scarlett scramble out of the way at the last minute. Instead of landing on her feet, Angel lands awkwardly, a shooting pain goes up her right leg. She crumples to the mat as Cassidy claps on for Scarlett to get back in the game. 1... 2... Kickout from Angel. BT: Angel could have seriously hurt herself with that fall. Got to be painful to land like that! AJ: Let’s see if Scarlett will capitalize… Scarlett rolls up to her feet and quickly gets a shot in at Angel’s leg. The kick is so forceful that Angel flies back onto the mat after going head over heels! She lands on her neck as Scarlett takes her by the leg and drags her closer to the center. She pulls her up and sends her flying into the ropes, and as she comes back, Scarlett goes up in a handstand and locks her legs around the neck of Angel in a nasty handstand choke out… the devastating original submission the CRIMSON KISS! BT: Crimson Kiss!! AJ: With that hurt leg, I don’t think Angel can handle the weight… BT: She’s going down any second! And with that said, Angel buckles as Scarlett lets her fall to the side, keeping her legs firmly pressed around Angel’s neck. Cassidy is shrieking with approval from the outside as Scarlett grits her teeth in sheer anger, yelling for Angel to give up. And of course, Angel doesn’t give in. The crowd cheers loudly for the champion, who may be able to put Angel away… as it is very noticeable that she is giving out to the submission. Time goes by and Angel has fallen to the side. The ref grabs Angel’s arm and tests it for the count out… and it falls on one… and the same action repeats on two… it’s only on three that Angel somehow doesn’t let go. With whatever strength she can muster, through whatever air she can take in… she manages to push Scarlett’s legs off. Gasping for air, Angel clutches her throat, only to take a direct dropkick to the face from Scarlett. Angel falls back as Scarlett runs the ropes, she does a handspring in the middle of the ring, and backflips… looking for a splash attack, only to hit nothing but mat. AJ: No one is there for Scarlett! Scarlett gets back up, only to take a big time boot to the face from Angel that sends her flopping over the top rope. Scarlett smacks onto the floor with a huge impact as Angel wastes no time going after her, blatantly ignoring the count. She takes Scarlett and grabs her by the neck. She then thrusts her face forward into the barricade wall, before pushing her forward towards the ring post. Scarlett’s face bounces sadistically of the ring post, and looks as if it may have knocked the champion out cold. The ref, somehow concerned for Scarlett… goes down to check on her as Angel watches on with a smirk. Too bad for Angel, she doesn’t notice that Cassidy Micheals has approached her and is now standing directly behind her. The crowd cheers, but Angel misreads the signal… she turns around, and wham! She gets punched directly in the face by Cassidy, who has hit her with such a force that Angel plummets to the ground, nose bleeding and all. AJ: Holy crap! Cassidy just knocked out Angel Andrews?! BT: I love this girl! WHAT A SHOT! Not the one to be outdone, she begins to berate Angel on the ground… nastily sniping at her antics against Scarlett, who has now recovered thanks to the careful eye of the ref… who bizarrely has forgotten to continue counting out Angel & Scarlett. The champion takes her opponent by the tights and tosses her back in the ring, not before winking at her friend who stands smiling behind her. In the ring, Scarlett takes Angel and leads her to the corner. She bounces her head off the turnbuckle before throwing her down to the mat. The high flying diva hops up to the top rope as the crowd flips. She calls for the “FALLEN ANGEL” as Angel stands.. AJ: Scarlett may be able to put Andrews away if she hit’s the Fallen Angel! BT: Come on Scarlett! Scarlett leaps off, and goes to swing to the side, only to feel her back get slammed into the mat with a forceful impact. Angel reversed the hurricanrana into a huge power bomb! Cassidy goes to storm the ring, but the ref forces her away. Angel drops down for the cover as Scarlett lays limply on the mat. 1... 2... 3! NOOOOO! Kickout from Scarlett. Cassidy flips out with the thousands in attendance as Angel looks up at the rafters, asking why she hasn’t put this girl away. Instead of wasting anymore time, she drags the champion over to the corner, she stands, calling for the “DEATH PIN” to a substantial reaction from the crowd. She backflips off the ring post, only to connect with the knees of Scarlett. Both women lay flat out on the mat, trying to catch their breath. Cassidy begins to pound the mat in favor of Scarlett, and the fans oblige with the same sort of reaction. First to her feet is Angel, but Scarlett is not to late to follow. Both women lock up in the center of the ring, and exchange several reversals around each other, until Scarlett ends up behind Angel. Scarlett runs the ropes, looking for a Springboad Bulldog, only to have Angel throw her across the ring. Scarlett stumbles, but doesn’t falter. Both women run at each other, teeth bared and claws out. They meet in the middle in a brutal collision of nails, hair and fists. They collapse onto the mat, each one tearing at the other one with a seriously ferocity of a 100 women cat fighting all at once… BT: Someone pull them apart, Scarlett could lose an eye! AJ: Angel looks to be doing some seriously damage to the champ… BT: Oh no! I just saw Scarlett get some good shots in! This is far from a clear cut victim here! Scarlett manages to kick Angel off of her, but only allows enough time for the both of them to get up. Angel is first with a knee to the gut, followed by a power slam that sends Scarlett back down onto her hurt back. Angel then runs at the corner, and bounces off with a senton that crashes on the abdomen of Scarlett. She drops down for a pin. 1... 2... Kickout form Scarlett! AJ: The champion still holds on! How much more can Angel dish out? BT: Angel may be a beast but Scarlett has the fire… Angel clubs Scarlett in the stomach, before she notes Cassidy Micheals on the ring apron, shouting curse words at her. Having enough of the Hollywood duo, she stalks the new diva in charge, pointing a finger towards her face. But before long, Scarlett pounces up with a roll-up that folds Angel in half! 1... 2... 3! NOOOOOOOO! A quick kick out from Angel. Leaping out of the pin, Angel goes after Scarlett…kicking her knee. She goes to drop Scarlett down with the “ANGEL SLAM” only to have Scarlett send her into the ropes instead. As Angel comes back, she is met with a big time kick to the side of the head from Scarlett! Angel falls to the mat, out cold as Scarlett wastes no time running for the ring post. She jumps up and flips off with… AJ: FEMME FATALE! BT: I think I just saw one of her boobs! I THINK I DID! Scarlett crashes on Angel with a big time crash as Cassidy counts it out with the ref and every fan seated in the arena! 1... 2... ... ... 3! BT: SHE RETAINS! AJ: The champion retains after a long fought battle with he rival, Angel Andrews! LW: Here is your winner... and STILL the NLCW WOMEN'S CHAMPION... SCARLETT WILLIAMS! Scarlett stands and listens to the thunderous cheers she recieves from the fans who love to see her happy. Cassidy Micheals enters the ring, holding the belt in her hands. She passes it over to Scarlett who happily gives her hug before thrusting the belt high above her head, with Cassidy grabbing the other arm and throwing her hands up to even louder cheers. AJ: NLCW better watch out! These two girls look like a feminine force to be reckoned with! Angel slowly gets up and looks at the two women celebrating the win, and is sighted by Cassidy. She nudges Scarlett, who turns around and looks at Angel. With an evil smirk on her face, we can hear Scarlett mouth the words "Who's fake now, bitch..." and watch as Angel looks on in disbelief. |
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NLCW AVULSION CLASSIC MATCH
Enigma VS. Delfino
Standard Rules
October 19th, 2008
We come back from commercial break and the end of Delfino's entrance music has finish playing and he is in the ring. Apparently already introduce as well. Enigmas music begins blasting on the p.a and he starts walking down in his normal fashion. BT: Here comes the man...Wha.WHOA! Luckily for Bryan’s stuttering brain is the fact that Delfino has launched himself over the top rope as soon as Enigma has come close enough to the ring. He sails through the air, eliciting a bit of flash photography for the move, and lands perfectly on the chest of Enigma, bringing him hard to the outside. Delfino pops up but show no real emotion from the move, instead grabbing his opponent by his tight cropped hair and bringing him to the ring. A quick roll into the ring and he goes for the pin just as the bell is sounded. 1... Enigma manages to kick out, somewhat surprised by the quick tempo brought by Defilno. He pushes himself to his feet despite the boots and punches and manages to land a boot right to the midsection of his assailant. Pulling his arm, he roughly whips Delfino into the ropes. He sets up for the back body drop - but does it too quickly. Delfino easily catches him coming back off the ropes with a swinging neck breaker, getting a good roar from the crowd. AJ: Delfino is fired up this evening. BT: Well, you would be too if you were trying to impress someone. Not that he'll be able to do it. Delfino is quick on the follow up, pulling Enigma up in a headlock and wrenching down hard in an attempt to cut off the blood flow. It seems though that the size difference is going to make things hard for the smaller Delfino. Enigma powers out of the headlock, shoving Delfino into the ropes and unloading a powerful lariat which downs his opponent. The crowd reels somewhat at the vicious move, seeing the effects immediately as Delfino struggles to regain his composure. Now its Enigmas turn to keep up with the attack, grabbing Delfino and snap suplexing him without remorse. There's a crack heard as Delfinos’ back snaps against the canvas and he looks hurt for sure. He manages to get back to his feet. Enigma has no problems however and capitalizes on this, getting his dazed and confused opponent ready for a vertibreaker that looks like it crushes his neck. AJ: That was sick! All 243lbs of Enigmas' weight adding to the impact on Delfinos' neck. That's gotta end things. BT: Enigma has always put an ending to things, that’s his job! AJ: Here's the pin! 1... Just about as Enigma kicks out a fraction of a second before things would be over. He gasps for some air, clutching his neck as "Bucky" revels in his damage done. Nevertheless, he wastes no time in following up on things, pulling Delfino to his feet and aiming some powerful rights to the face. This pushes back his opponent, sending him right into the corner, smashing his back and heralding more pain for him. Enigma goes low and shoulder charges right in, hearing a whoosh as the air leaves his opponent's lungs. Sensing this, Enigma repeats the action several times and gets that same satisfying noise each time. Finally he stops and stands up, watching his opponent fall to the mat, heaving and coughing for some air. BT: Enigma is well in control here and it looks like Delfino hasn't got a chance in hell of impressing Dade Midvalley and all the Hardcore fans now! HA! AJ: You might be right but something tells me...wait a minute. Look, down at the aisle! There's a big chorus of cheers as the former Hardcore Champion, Paul York walks down the asile, eager to get a closer look at his trial set. He ignores the people around him, slowly walking to the ring and around to the commentary booth beside it. Delfino looks up from the canvas and sees Paul York. There's a noticeable change as he looks angry that he would come down Paul, for his part looks irritated by the presence of the former champion too, but sees this more as an opportunity. He redoubles his efforts. Paul York has made it to the booth and the camera focused on Bryan makes it seem like his make-a-wish foundation choice has come true. He's barking some orders to staff to get a chair for Paul and is doing his best to make him feel comfortable. AJ: I wasn't expecting... BT: Shut up AJ! God knows our Legend of Hardcore doesn’t want to speak to someone like, you! Is everything okay Mr. York? Paul York: Fine yeah. I decided that I would come take a closer look at my opponent at All Hallows Eve. You know, to see if he can impress me. BT: Oh of course, that makes perfect sense. AJ: Mr. York, I must ask... BT: Sshh! No time for that. Go back to calling the match. Delfino in the ring has managed to get back to his feet and with a roar from the crowd, counters another right that Enigma has chosen to throw. A big boot to the midsection doubles over Enigma, and Delfino flips over him into a winning combination. 1... No dice for Delfino as Enigma powers out of it, cracking his heels on Delfino’s head. He gets up and goes for another wild lariat, but this time Delfino is prepared, side-stepping him and catching in a drop toehold to the mat. He pops up, rejuvenated at the sight of Paul York and runs the ropes before coming back off with a perfect second rope moonsault to the back of Enigma. He bolts up and stares hard at Paul York. Paul York: You know, staring at people outside the ring isn't going to get the job done. He's just wasting his time and looking like everyone else doing this. He's nothing but another chump. AJ: Do you not think that... BT: What did I say Aaron? AJ: Oh forget it. Delfino brings Enigma to his feet and with some impressive strength for his frame, manages to suplex Enigma, the fisherman's variety and holds on for another pin. 1... Enigma powers up with the hand but the crowd can sense that Delfino has kicked it into high gear. He picks up Enigma and sends him running into the ropes. Delfino attempts a hard clothesline but Enigma slips behind, Delfino turns around, Cradle Shock Driver! Delfino is laid out, but also is Enigma who worked on pure adrenaline and desperateness to pull that move off. The ref begins the count. Ref: 1….2….3 BT: Look at this; both men are out, Mr. York! Paul York: Totally unnecessary and pointless. Neither of these men deserve the belts they have around their waste. This match is dying, the last thing NLCW needs at this moment is two weak pathetic fools, lying on the mat doing nothing. I’m gonna save this match. Ref: 7….8….9 The ref finds his body being dragged out hard under the ropes by his legs as his face hits the mat hard. Paul York grabs the steel chair he was sitting in and slides underneath the rope into the ring with it. AJ: I respect Paul York, but he, I don't think he should interfere with such a good contest. BT: He can do what he likes Aaron, he's Paul York. AJ: I think two other men with names, Enigma and Delfino, might dispute you. As Enigma unaware with what is going on crawls over to Deflino and covers with one arm and the side of his head rest on Deflino’s chest. Paul York finds this humors and lays out like he is about to make the count. 1… 2… AJ: What in Christ name is York doing?! I think he has chosen to do things Enigmas way! BT: The official isn’t doing his job, so Mr. York is helping out. People like him get promoted, you know? The three count never comes. Enigma finally realizes this and looks up, to find that Paul York is holding his hand inches above the mat, Enigma desperate tries to make it to his feet as Paul York has an evil grin cross his face. Unfortunately, York is to his feet first, and when Enigma finally stands and turns towards the standing Paul York, he feels steel come down on the top of his head, laying him out cold. Delfino, is awaken by the thud, and the sound of the crowd giving a pop reactions, Delfino tries to make it to his feet and when he see’s Paul York and his hands holding a steel chair high above his head, Delfino could only put his tired hands up to guard, but also faced the inevitable of the crashing of steel to skull. A mix reaction sores through the crowd. AJ: I guess Paul york has just made his choice. He isn't doing this Enigma's way nor the peoples way. He's doing it Paul Yorks Way! BT: This was great. Perfect for marketing! The stuff NLCW is made of! Inside the ring, Enigma lays in blood alongside Delfino, who is also sharing blood; while Paul York seems to be engulfing the atmosphere. AJ: This is just shocking! |
Rikki Lee is shown standing alone holding two Plexy awards, those for Rookie of the Year 2008 and Rising Star 2008, wearing his usual black suit and thin tie plus white dress shirt, his eyes covered by his dark sunglasses. His sideburns look carefully crafted and his brown hair is wiry as always, a stark contrast to the colorful state of the man standing next to him.
That man was of course the "Silent Warrior" Delfino, NLCW's reigning Undisputed World, Slamfest and Television champion. His boots are a pristine white, as is the wrist tape adorning the lower portion of his limbs and the back of his hand with a cyan and gold covering that matches the loose fitting pants, the mask covering every part of his skull but the scalp where his long hair is tied back and the long flowing cape attached to his shoulders by elaborately designed pads, looking very regal and sultan-like, the very traditional Asian royalty might be proud of such a piece adorned on a finely crafted, skilled and fearless warrior as himself.
Around his waist and just slightly above the white sash that managed to hang down the back of his legs after being tightly fastened around his torso was the NLCW Undisputed World championship, glinting and gleaming while he held the NLCW Television championship over his right shoulder, the left shoulder adorned by the Slamfest championship he won in 2007.
Rikki Lee: Myself and my client Delfino have only been a part of NLCW since late 2007 but have seen many a great moment in the company since then. We share a great many amazing experiences and memories that will last with us forever but since this is talking about Avulsion, that narrows it slightly.
Rikki Lee: You see, my client had matches started mainly on Avulsion, like the time he first appeared in the rafters during Avulsion and fought with The Punk at that height for many weeks before it culminated in Delfino's first Television championship reign. There was also of course the Nazi Scaffold match, my client's second of the year, against Hardcore Hendrick who made his challenge known during a live Avulsion while my client enjoyed the longest Hardcore championship reign in NLCW history.
Rikki Lee: The one moment though that we agreed was a favorite has to be when Delfino fought and defeated a regular in NLCW's main event scene, a former World champion and a former member of The Saints, a man named Sean Galen because that match happened to be the first match of the Road 2 Slamfest tournament which led to my client defeating another main event champion and former Saints member, Dillon Durst, becoming the new Undisputed World champion in his 12th month in NLCW.
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NLCW AVULSION CLASSIC MATCH
Frank Merritt VS.
Dominic Pericolo
Submission Match
May 4th, 2006
“Now is the time for me to rise to my feet, Wipe your spit from my face, Wipe these tears from my eyes!” Frank storms out from the back, roaring, and the veins in his neck and temples are bulging. Destiny slinks out through the curtain, applauding her man, while he flexes and roars at the top of the entrance ramp. Silver pyro’s explode into the air and the arena is blanketed in darkness, save for a single spotlight which is aimed at Frank. Destiny wraps her arms around Frank from behind before he starts for the ring, taking her hand in his. LW: Coming to the ring at this time... representing Absolution, from Kelso, Washington, weighing in at 318 pounds, he is Frank Merritt!!! Once at ringside, Frank shows his athleticism by leaping up onto the apron from the floor. He holds the ropes open for Destiny, allowing her to enter the ring first; before pushing the top rope down and stepping over it. He flexes and roars again while at the same time, silver pyro’s erupt from the top of all four ring posts. Before exiting the ring, Destiny kisses Frank on the cheek for good luck. BT: Main event, coming up, as Frank Merritt ONCE AGAIN tries to defeat Dominic Pericolo! AJ: Merritt has fallen short on a number of occasions against our number one contender... will tonight be any different? The first of many guitar riffs blast throughout the arena, setting off a series of explosions across the top of the ramp and the rafters, sparks raining down from the rafters and fading as the fans absolutely ERUPT with cheers! "I'm Alive" pumps out over the PA system as smoke from the blast encircles the top of the stage, chants of "DO-MO-NIC!" already sounding all throughout. The rampway seemingly turns into one massive strobe, as the strobe lights flicker at a violent, steady rate of speed, seemingly slowing down time as the smoke crawls across the stage. The shadowed figure of a man within that smoke can be seen slowly advancing through, the lights flickering ever faster and faster until, finally, he steps through the smoke... and all the lights flash back on; the man himself, Dominic Pericolo, standing atop the rampway! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice... To change myself, I'd rather die, Though they will not understand. I won't make the greatest sacrifice... You can't predict where the outcome lies, You'll never take me alive. Dominic Pericolo stands with the smoke behind him, the fans ERUPTING in cheers as he pumps his right fist into the air, letting out a primal scream to the heavens. His eyes are flaring with that intense fire he's known so well for, fixed straight for the ring as he marches down the rampway, holding out his arms to the fans, who gladly reach out to slap hands with him. Pericolo circles the ring, looking into it with a look of determination. AJ: And THERE HE IS! Dominic Pericolo is in the house!! LW: Coming to the ring at this time... from SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA... weighing in at 260 pounds... DOMINIC PERIIIIIICOOOOOOLOOOOO!!!! Dominic continues his way around the ringside area, slapping hands with fans along the way. He completely circles the ring before climbing up the steps and then the turnbuckle, balancing himself on the second turnbuckle on the outside and lifting his arms in the air, receiving an absolutely ENORMOUS "DO-MO-NIC! DO-MO-NIC!" chant from the fans in the process. Carefully, Dominic then steps off the turnbuckle and into the ring, looking back towards the rampway and making a 'cut it' motion, his music stopping after a few moments. However, even without the music... the noise is still incredible, as the fans continue to chant his name. Dominic lifts his head to the high-rise sections of the arena, lifting his arm in the air to point out at them. He then lowers it to circle the lower portions of the arena, his eyes still focused. He then makes his way over to his corner, looking across with a heated glare at Merritt, who smirks at him darkly. AJ: We're just about ready to get things started here... and there's the bell!! The ref calls for the bell, as Pericolo and Merritt start circling one another before finally going to lock up! They vie back and forth, each man looking to seize the early advantage, before Frank Merritt forces Dominic back into the corner. The referee calls for the break, starting his mandatory count... 1... 2... 3... and Merritt backs off with hands in the air... only to then slap Pericolo HARD across the face! AJ: Oh, now come on... Is that really called for? BT: He’s just letting Dominic know who’s boss, Aaron! The two men stare at one another as Merritt lets out another laugh. However, Dominic Pericolo then lunges forwards, grappling Merritt into a collar and elbow tie-up as the go right back to where they started! This time however, Dominic forces his opponent into a side headlock, wrenching on the neck and looking to apply some early damage. Merritt fights back though, delivering some shots to the ribs before then pushing Pericolo off into the ropes and then going for a clothesline on the return! However, Dominic ducks underneath and switches into a waistlock, looking to deliver an early German suplex!! Before he can connect though, Merritt battles back with a series of back elbows, breaking free of Dominic’s grip once again! AJ: Seems both men have one another fairly well scouted... BT: Yeesh, what did you expect? They’ve only wrestled one another a kazillion times over the past few months! Merritt quickly spins around, but is caught with some chops to the chest by Dominic Pericolo, as he backs The Beast against the ropes. Pericolo then whips his opponent off them and goes for a hip toss on the return, yet somehow, Merritt blocks the shot and counters with an abdominal stretch! He quickly locks in the hold and then throws punches at Pericolo’s exposed ribs! BT: Look at Merritt go! He’s taking Pericolo to school! However, Dominic quickly begins fighting back, responding with punches of his own with his free hand, pounding Merritt in the face until the Absolution member is forced to release his grip. He staggers backwards as Dominic pulls himself upright, only to then Merritt charge towards him, looking to follow up! However, Pericolo catches him with a short dropkick to the right knee, catching Merritt off guard and knocking him to the canvas! AJ: You were saying? Pericolo quickly grabs Merritt by the right boot and then focuses a barrage of elbow drops to the exposed knee! He then starts to spin his legs around Merritt’s, looking to apply the figure four leg lock, but The Beast desperately kicks him away with his free boot! Merritt rolls back to his feet as Pericolo rushes over and starts hammering away with some forearms to the side of the head. He edges Merritt into the ropes again before going to whip him off them and then deliver a spinning heel kick on the return... only to have Merritt duck underneath the on-coming shot! BT: HAH! I was saying Merritt was too smart to allow Dominic Pericolo to take the advantage for long! AJ: Well, there’s still a long way of the match to go, which means plenty of time for Frank Merritt to make mistakes of his own! And since when were you baised against Pericolo? BT: I'm not, but I have to admit.. I'm loving Absolution tonight! Pericolo clambers back to his feet right away, but then Merritt comes from behind, clubbing at the small of his back. He then lifts Dominic into the air and slams him backwards with a back drop! The Beast has a smug look on his face again as he rolls back to his feet and proceeds to put the boots to his opponent, now focusing on Dominic’s back. The referee tries to get Merritt to hold up on his assault, but Frank ignores him as he bounces off the ropes to the side and then drops a knee to the back. He repeats this several more times, before finally rolling back to his feet and throwing his arms into the air, only to met by boos! AJ: Fans in full support for Pericolo here tonight... Merritt grabs Pericolo by the hair, dragging him upright and into the corner. Once there, he proceeds to nail Dominic with a series of shoulder tackles to the mid-section before then whipping him off into the corner opposite and then racing after him! However, Merritt runs into a big time boot to the face, knocking him backwards as Pericolo hops up onto the second turnbuckle, looking to connect with a flipping neckbreaker! However, Merritt lunges forwards and cracks Dominic hard in the mid-section with a stiff right. He then hammers away at Dominic, keeping Dominic subdued as Merritt climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and then lifts Pericolo’s legs to the outside of the ropes. AJ: Merritt again having Pericolo scouted... What’s he looking for now? Merritt throws Dominic’s arm over his shoulder as he straightens up, looking to lift his opponent into the air. There’s nothing Dominic can do as Merritt sends Pericolo crashing back down onto the canvas with a superplex!! BT: A superplex! And did you see the way Pericolo landed on his back?! That can’t be good! AJ: Indeed! Pericolo looks to be seriously hurt, and Merritt has got to know that the back is the place to focus his attack! The Beast realizes just that as he drags Dominic back to his feet only to immediately take him over with a snapmare before driving his knee into Pericolo’s back and wrenching back both arms with a surfboard type submission hold! Pericolo screams out in agony, as the ref leans in, asking if he wants to give up, but Dominic refuses! Merritt pulls his arms back even further, applying yet more pressure to the hold, but still, Pericolo refuses to give up. AJ: My God, the sheer determination of Dominic Pericolo! There's a guy who just can't give up! BT: Which is, unfortunately, a horrible thing if you want to have a long career! You can get seriously injured pulling stunts like that! Merritt grows bored of keeping the pressure applied as he finally lets go of Dominic’s arms only to get up and then catch him in the back with a stiff soccer kick! He then grabs Dominic by the hair and leads him back to his feet again, pummeling him against the ropes before finally whipping Dominic off them and then nailing him with a tilt-a-whirl slam on the return, again slamming Pericolo’s back into the canvas! The fans boo as Merritt gets back to his feet, relishing every moment of his dominance as he grabs Pericolo by the hair and leads him upright once again... AJ: Pericolo needs to start breaking out some counters quickly, or else I fear you might be right Brian! Merritt backs his opponent against the ropes again before signaling “one more time” and then whipping Pericolo off them. He scoops Dominic up on the return, looking to deliver a second tilt-a-whirl slam, but somehow, Pericolo breaks free of his grip in mid-air, hooking Merritt by the head as he comes down to deliver a big time DDT from out of no-where!! BT: Shut up Aaron!! Stop giving Pericolo ideas! Both men remain down for a few moments, before almost simultaneously scrambling back to their feet. Merritt quickly goes for a boot to the mid-section, looking to cut Pericolo off in his tracks, but somehow, Dominic grabs hold of his boot! He then takes Merritt over with a dragon screw, keeping hold of his boot as he gets back to his feet and then wraps his leg around Merritt’s... AJ: Could Pericolo be looking for the figure four once again? Not quite, as Dominic instead wrenches Merritt’s leg with a spinning toehold! He does so repeatedly before finally stopping mid-way through and then leaping into the air, crushing Merritt’s legs between his own! The Beast cries out in pain, as Dominic then starts dragging him over towards the ropes and lays Merritt’s right leg on top of the middle one, only to then viciously put the boots to it! BT: Hey!! He can’t get away with doing that! AJ: I’ll agree, that is a very uncharacteristic assault on the part of Dominic Pericolo, but then again, in a submission match you have to focus on a body part to win! Whatever must be done to that part to weaken it, will be done! The referee pulls Dominic off, warning him for using the ropes to his advantage. However, Dominic doesn’t listen, instead grabbing Frank Merritt by the back of his head and dragging him back to his feet. He then shoves his opponent back into the corner and proceeds to unload with even more kicks directed at the knee joint before then whipping Merritt off into the corner opposite and charging after him. However, out of desperation, The Beast attempts to lift Dominic up and over the top rope and out of the ring! Somehow though, Pericolo lands on the ring apron, only to suddenly drop down into ringside. BT: What the hell is he doing? Merritt turns around to see, just as Pericolo reaches back inside the ring, grabbing him by the feet and tripping the Absolution member up! He then yanks on Frank’s legs as hard as he could, ramming him groin-first into the steel ring post as the crowd cheers loudly! Quickly, Pericolo takes the opportunity to entwine his legs with Merritt’s before carefully dropping backwards to lock in a ring post assisted figure four!! AJ: Good Lord! BT: Get Merritt out of there, the ref!! Surely it’s gotta be illegal for Pericolo to use the post to his advantage like that!! Indeed, the referee slides out of the ring to admonish Dominic Pericolo before applying his five count... 1... 2... 3... 4... and Dominic breaks up the hold, allowing Frank Merritt some breathing space. Pericolo clambers back to his feet, holding his back as he tries to shake off the pain, before sliding back into the ring. He then grabs Frank Merritt by the leg and starts to pull him towards the center of the ring, but Merritt desperately fights back with his free leg! BT: Neither of these men are willing to give up! Merritt catches Pericolo with a particularly nasty looking shot to the head, causing him to stagger backwards. Merritt then shakes off the pain in his leg as he pulls himself up, just as Dominic Pericolo charges towards him, hitting a big time clothesline that knocks both men over the top rope and crashing out of the ring! AJ: And now the action is spilling to the outside!! Pericolo and Merritt drag themselves up where The Beast throws a punch, before Pericolo responds with one of his own! Merritt throws another, but is met with another punch in return! This time, Merritt simply rakes Dominic’s eyes, cutting him off entirely as he quickly switches behind Pericolo and then threads Dominic’s arm through his own legs... AJ: It looks as if Merritt’s going for some sort of pump handle maneuver here! BT: And you be sure that if he nails it on the ringside floor, it’s gonna hurt like a bitch too! Indeed, Merritt scoops his opponent into the air, looking to slam him back-first into the floor, yet somehow, Dominic manages to slip over his shoulder and land behind Merritt! He quickly fires off a kick to the side of Merritt’s right leg, stunning The Beast before he can turn around, before this time it’s Pericolo who pulls Merritt into pump handle position before lifting the Absolution member into the air and then driving him onto his out-stretched knee with a backbreaker!! The fans cheer as Merritt clutches his back in agony, whilst Dominic Pericolo takes a moment out next to the ring apron, shaking off the pain his own back. He then drags Merritt up and rolls him back into the ring, before stepping up onto the apron and then leaping into the air. He springboards off the top rope and catches Merritt with a leg drop to the back of the head, as the fans let out another cheer! AJ: Pericolo’s been grounded for the majority of this match thus far, but the risk paid off on that occasion! BT: Merritt needs to fight back soon, once Pericolo gets a run going it's very hard to stop the guy!! Pericolo moves back over to Merritt’s legs and picks up his right one once again! He again wraps his leg around Frank’s, looking to set up for the figure four leg lock, but this time, Merritt reaches up and grabs Dominic by the head, pulling him down into a small package! BT: What the hell... ? This is a submission match, isn’t it? AJ: Indeed it is, Brian, but I think that just goes to show how desperate Frank Merritt is to not be placed in that figure four leg lock! He’s using every counter he knows to stop Pericolo from getting him trapped! The package is broken up almost right away as both men shoot back to their feet, albeit Merritt staying one knee as he tries to shake off the pain in his right leg. This allows Dominic Pericolo to charge towards the ropes just to the side, leaping onto the second one before springboarding back towards Merritt and nailing him with a dropkick to the face, knocking him right back down again! The Beast pulls himself up in the corner as Pericolo charges at him full pelt, crashing into his opponent with a big time body avalanche! He then grabs Merritt as he staggers forwards before tossing him up and clean over his head with a belly to belly suplex! AJ: Fantastic move by Dominic Pericolo there, and it’s now only a matter of time before he finishes Merritt off! BT: What? What the hell makes you think that? AJ: Can’t you feel it? The momentum is all Pericolo’s! Indeed it is as the crowd start a ‘Pericolo’ chant as Dominic heads towards the next corner down and scales it all the way to the top turnbuckle. Meanwhile, Frank Merritt struggles back upright, looking slightly dazed and confused as he staggers about the ring, only to have Dominic Pericolo leap off the turnbuckle onto his shoulders, looking for a hurricanrana! However, Merritt catches him in mid-air, refusing to go over as Pericolo’s body hangs loose and Frank steps his legs in front of Dominic’s arms, trapping them! BT: HAH! Merritt was playing possum!! AJ: And now he’s looking to pancake Dominic Pericolo!! However, before Merritt can do that, Pericolo desperately slams his legs against the sides of his opponent’s head, cutting The Beast off. Dominic then rolls backwards, landing on his feet so that he now stands in standing head scissors position, only to then push upwards and send Merritt over his shoulders with a back body drop like move! However, in doing so, Dominic exerts a large amount of pressure on his back, causing him to fall against the ropes and struggle to fight the pain! AJ: I can’t believe Dominic Pericolo managed to save himself there, but in doing so, he seems to have only done more damage to his already hurt back! Merritt struggles back to his feet, as the fans try to cheer Dominic on and give him the strength to get back in the match. He does just that, pushing himself off the ropes and then nailing Merritt with a stiff boot to the mid-section just as he turns around. Pericolo then pulls him into a standing head scissors, and raises his arms into the air, signaling for the Black Rain! BT: Oh crap... Pericolo sucks in the pain as he reaches down and grabs Merritt by the waist before then flipping him vertical into the air! However, Merritt somehow manages to kick his legs hard enough to throw Dominic off-balance, causing him to drop Merritt back onto his feet! Merritt stands straight up and lands an elbow to the jaw of Dominic, before abruptley ducking down and grabbing his ankles, yanking him off of his feet! Instead of letting go though, Merritt keeps hold of Dominic’s legs before sticking his own between them, closing the gap shut and then turning Pericolo onto his front to apply... BT: The Sharpshooter!! What a counter from Merritt!!! AJ: But look, Pericolo’s close to the ropes! If he can only reach out and grab them!! With the support of the crowd firmly behind him, Dominic attempts to do just that as he crawls towards the nearby ropes, stretching out his hand and getting finger tips to the bottom one... and he gets it! The fans erupt with cheers as the ref instantly calls for the hold to be broken, but Merritt of course takes his sweet time in doing so. When he does let go, he wastes no time in getting Dominic back to his feet... but with a sudden burst of energy, Dominic slips under Merritt's right arm and slaps on the Fade to Black!!! BT: WHAT THE HELL?! AJ: FADE TO BLACK! FADE TO BLACK!!! Merritt is quickly to try and reach the ropes, but Dominic YANKS him back towards the center of the ring! With nowhere to go, Merritt tries to force Dominic back towards the corner... but Dominic actually moves his body back enough to keep the hold locked in, and drops to his knees! This yanks Merritt backwards into a sitting position, where Dominic then SLINGS Merritt to the side. Dominic is up before Frank even realizes what's happened, and quickly grabs Frank by one of his legs. Desperate to reach the ropes before any hold is applied, Frank tries to use his brute strength to force himself away... but Dominic doesn't budge! AJ: Oh my... Dominic looks PISSED! Quickly, Dominic gets Merritt's leg into a standing scissor lock and drops off to the side with it, applying the excruciating Crucifix Kneebar! Merritt roars in pain as the knee threatens to hyperextend in the hold almost instantly, having been worked on heavily during the match! The Beast is literally stuck in the center of the ring! AJ: MERRITT HAS NOWHERE TO GO! He can't escape, Dominic's worn him completely out!! BT: COME ON, FRANK! FIND A RESERVE!! Frank digs deep to try and get into a push-up position and force his way free, but Dominic lets out a scream of effort as he synches in the hold as tight as he can, and we see Frank's face turn purple from all of the pain as he lets out an ungodly roar of pain and slaps his hand on the mat quickly, the ref calling for the bell! The crowd erupts into cheers as Dominic releases the devastating hold and rolls to the side, looking exhausted, as "I'm Alive" blasts over the speakers! AJ: WHAT A MATCH! Someone, get the meds out here for Merritt, I think his knee may have taken some serious damage in there!! BT: The Beast did the only thing he could do, Aaron! If he didn't tap, the damage may have been too horrible for him to recover from-- Dominic had that hold synched in extremily tight!!! There are no times for celebrations however, as Ethan Andrews suddenly storms the ring from the outside! Dominic staggers up to his feet as Andrews charges, steel chair in hand, and attempts to take down the victorious number one contender! Dominic ducks the shot however, only to catch Violent A coming down to the ring from the ramp, and reacts quickly by pivoting around in one smooth motion and NAILING the Decapitation into the steel chair, knocking Andrews right back out of the ring! The fans erupt with cheers as Dominic picks up the steel chair and points it at Violent A as a warning, but A just slides right in! BT: HERE WE GO, AARON!!! Dominic swings the chair straight for A's head, but he ducks under the shot and both men turn around. Instinctively, Dominic throws the chair at A rather than using it to block, and A manages to catch the chair and also, instinctively, drop it to the ground. Both men lock up in a collar-and-elbow as several staff members and security come running down to the ring, both men trying to overpower the other! Finally, it simply breaks down into an all-out brawl, as Dominic and A break the hold and begin exchanging closed fists! The security manage to get into the ring just in time to break up the two, but rather then keep trying to fight each other... they fight the security! The fans erupt in cheers as Dominic and Violent A go all out trying to ward off security officials, before turning their rage right back to each other! AJ: SOMEONE STOP THIS!! Folks, this has degenerated completely here, and we've ran out of time!! We need more security out here now!! BT: Let them solve this now, Aaron! Neither of these men are ready to back down! AJ: That's beside the point, Brian! Either of them could get seriously injured! And here comes more security, folks! We have to go, see you all next week for Avulsion's 100th episode! Thank you all for tuning in, good night!!! The cameras continue to focus on the ongoing brawl in the center of the ring as even more security pours in to help. |
COMMERCIAL BREAK
The camera cuts to a video message with Dazz seated in a black t-shirt staring off to an object or person to one side behind the camera, his long dark hair flowing down his shoulders as his blue eyes twinkle slightly.
Dazz: Five years, five long years of NLCW Avulsion. I've been here from the beginning, the longest serving wrestler still active from way back when and trust me, I've seen and experienced a lot during Avulsion. Titles changing hands, people debuting, people retiring, some quietly having their final match without saying goodbye to fans or friends to avoid the sadness they felt.
I was asked what my favourite moments in NLCW Avulsion history were but it was hard to pick. I've seen many, I've been part of many but the difficulty in choosing and narrowing it down to just one has been an absolute nightmare the last month.
There was my first Avulsion in late January 2004 just after the company first formed and a week after my debut in a PPV championship battle royal against other debuting stars, including Justice. Then there was a time when I returned to NLCW after injury and rest dressed like my brother Jason Stylez, entering the ring and making myself known as the guy who wanted to challenge Isaac Reynolds for the Undisputed World championship. Also the time myself, Jason Stylez and Scotty Ace managed to convince Rick Majors to join the Fallen Angelz, bringing the Cruiserweight championship into the fold where I held the Hardcore title, Jason held the World title and myself and Stylez were both Tag Team champions.
As far as matches there could be that time when my wife and the uncrowned greatest NLCW Diva in history Faith defeated Justice in arguably the greatest one on one singles match between the NLCW Divas in history, a street fight for the Women's championship. Much respect for Justice considering the hatred between us at the time but I still believe Faith should have been inducted into the Hall of Fame alongside her. Any Cruiserweight title match involving Rick Majors was an instant classic on Avulsion, one of those Hardcore title series of matches between Al Thadius and Dark Prophet also caught my attention.
One moment stood out though above all others, an obvious choice since it changed the way NLCW would come to be known, it changed from the old guard who paved the way and headlined when I began to being my generation of wrestler. It allowed me to carry NLCW on my shoulders and be the first test in almost a year for me in having a major company put their trust into me to lead the way. It's been consistently voted one of Avulsion's greatest matches of all time by fans and analysts and one of NLCW's best championship matches in history.
It is of course the night that I challenged Rob Thorn for the NLCW World Heavyweight title just one week after he won it in a ppv main event.
It cuts to footage from that fateful night on March 21st 2004, Lucinda Welch standing inside the ring holding a microphone.
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NLCW AVULSION CLASSIC MATCH
NLCW World Heavyweight Championship
Rob Thorn (c) VS. Dazz
LW: The following contest is for the NLCW World Heavyweight championship! Introducing first the challenger, standing at a height of 6 feet and weighing in at 237lbs, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada......DAZZ!!! "Primal Concrete Sledge" booms throughout the arena and the lights flash on and off repeatedly. Dazz steps out onto the top of the ramp wearing a Chaos A.D. t-shirt and poses at the top of the ramp then makes his way down towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and standing in the center of the ring. Dazz raises his arms straight into the air and looks at the ramp, awaiting the opponent. LW And his opponent, standing in at 5 foot 10 inches and weighing in at 225 pounds, from Fort Wayne, Indiana, he is "The Greatest Wrestler on the Face of the Planet" and the current NLCW World Heavyweight champion.... ROB.....THORN!!! The cameras fade to the NLCW Tron as "Your Disease" by Saliva plays through the arena, as Rob Thorn's video plays, with the world spinning as his tag line comes up as it shows Thorn in Gold lifting his arm in the air as the footage of his matches and stuff plays as the chant of "Thorn" hits the air. Rob Thorn comes walking out in his gold and black wrestling briefs as the fans cheer. Rob Thorn walks down the ramp as pyrographics explodes behind him. Thorn walks up and climbs into the ring as Dazz is in the back corner just watching as Thorn lifts his arm in the air up on the turnbuckle. The bell rings and the match gets under way, both men circling the other and looking focused before locking horns, fans chanting for Thorn early on. AJ: Collar and elbow tie up to begin proceedings, fans behind the new champion. BT: That's because they're idiots, they have no idea how great Dazz really is inside that ring. AJ: And you would know how? BT: It's simple, he made a statement last week by bringing Chaos A.D. back to wrestling and he's got this title match tonight, Jason Stylez was holding him back when they were part of the Fallen Angelz. AJ: Well I do agree that the Fallen Angelz served primarily for Stylez to retain the World title but the strains within the group were obvious when Scotty Ace turned on him to join him and Thorn in last week's huge title main event. The two can't seem to gain an advantage, first the challenger then the champion using every ounce of strength within him to push Dazz backwards, the challenger with his back against the turnbuckle pads as he tries to break free, referee Jim Knox getting between them and beginning his mandatory 5 count. Thorn soon releases his grip and takes a few steps backwards, Dazz watching then walking out of the corner as the two stare at each other, the challenger shooting his mouth but the champion not shy of speaking himself as the two get nose to nose in the middle of the ring, trash talking each other. BT: They're so charismatic, they could talk to a brick wall and have the wall cheering for them. AJ: Nothing charismatic about that closed fist. Fans cheer as Rob Thorn reacts to a slap to the face by driving his right hand into the face of the challenger, Dazz staggering back as the champ proves relentless, blow after blow raining down until Dazz is forced against the ropes, Thorn taking one of his arms and whipping him across the ring to the other side, waiting for him to return before dealing a back body drop that causes the challenger to arch his spine in pain, his body still feeling the effects of the shooting star press wrapped in barbed wire from the top of the Avultron a fortnight ago. BT: Is he even taking this seriously? Fans laugh and cheer as Rob Thorn stands with arms outstretched either side of himself, mocking the challenger before ducking down resting his hands on his thighs, looking ready to deliver the finishing blow already. Dazz gets to his feet with a hand on his back, taking a kick to the stomach and having his head locked under Rob's arm, struggling and managing to free himself and roll out of the ring, fans booing while he leans against the ringside barrier to catch a breath. AJ: Dazz getting away before the Thornbush DDT could connect, smart thinking by the challenger. BT: He didn't honestly think he'd win the match this early did he? AJ: Well the champion made comments earlier alluding to the actions of the Chaos A.D. group last week but this is very much the first big test Dazz has in NLCW. BT: And he'll pass that test, I know talent when I see it and this guy is the future of NLCW, trust me. AJ: If only you were that confidant when picking the future Mrs Terwilliger. How many chances have you had at that so far Bryan? Rob Thorn leaves the ring, breaking up the count of the referee as he follows the challenger to the outside, blindsided by a sudden forearm smash to the forehead and temple, Dazz grabbing the champion and driving his head repeatedly into the barrier while Jim Knox leans through the ropes counting and yelling to bring the fight back into the ring. The challenger instead raises the champ and drops him sternum first across the top of the barrier then rolls under the bottom rope back into the ring, breaking up the count himself before rolling the other way to the floor. BT: Smart thinking there breaking up the ten count. Thorn attempts to get to his feet clutching his chest but takes a basement dropkick to the back of his left knee, taking him down as Dazz taunts the fans in front row and slaps the back of Thorn's head repeatedly, showing no respect to the champion or those supporting him. Grabbing Thorn's arm, he whips him hard into the steel steps, causing them to crash to the floor with a thud almost as loud as the one created when the champion collided shoulder first. Taking a second to line himself up, Dazz follows by running forwards, Thorn still against the steps but blocks whatever Dazz was looking for with a drop toe hold, sending the challenger face first into the steps. The fans go wild as Jim Knox exits the ring and checks on both men, asking again for the fight to continue inside the ring rather than out of it. Thorn complies and steadily drags himself up using the ring apron, climbing into the ring and rising to his feet, still feeling the effects of those blows to the chest and shoulder and trying to get the circulation to those areas. Meanwhile Dazz holds his jaw and realises he is being counted out, pulling himself into the ring using the bottom rope and taking a seat in the corner to recover. Thorn meanwhile, not wishing to give his opponent a breather rushes forwards and slams a knee into the head, crushing the challenger's skull between a turnbuckle pad and Thorn's own knee. AJ: Thunderous, concussion giving blow right there. The champion taking a clearly out of it challenger by the leg and dragging him away from the corner, dropping to his knees with a lateral press. 1.... 2.... The right arm pops up, the anticipation of the win quickly extinguished while Thorn looks at Dazz then at the referee for confirmation, getting two fingers held up in his face as Rob nods, startled as Dazz suddenly reaches up and hooks his head, dragging him down in an impulsive small package. 1.... 2.... BT: How could Thorn kick out of that? AJ: As you said before Bryan, it's just too early to pin Thorn, especially since he may need a little extra distance before a win might be possible. BT: A little extra distance? This is a wrestling match not a marathon. The two athletes rise to their feet with eyes firmly fixed on one another, not wanting to take their gaze off the other in case of a sudden move or pin attempt like the one that just happened. They stand at opposite sides of the ring then cautiously meet in the middle, bringing up their defences and waiting for the moment to strike, both men locking up at the same time, struggling again to gain an advantage until Dazz slams a knee into the midsection, the irish whip into the ropes but he ducks too early, Thorn with a stiff kick to the chest and a dropkick taking the challenger down. The standing elbow drop by Thorn misses as Dazz rolls to his feet and drops an elbow of his own, the champ rolling out of the way and grabs Dazz in the side headlock, taking him down to the canvas. Dazz with his legs wrapped around Thorn's head to aid his escape, locking in the headlock of his own but Thorn with a headscissors of his own on the mat, both men quickly to their feet with a double dropkick that cancels out the other, to their feet again and bouncing on opposite sides of the ring, coming back and both connecting with a double clothesline that hooks both men across the throat and takes them down but just as quickly, Dazz and Thorn with a double kip up and a fighting stance as the fans lap it up and applaud both athletes. AJ: Amazing shows of athleticism by both men here tonight. BT: I never thought I'd say this but maybe Rob Thorn actually is as good as these fans claim. AJ: I honestly can't understand you sometimes. BT: What? One more time circling one another before Dazz lunges, missing whatever he was attempting as the champion plants a boot in his gut and drops him with a Thornbush DDT which drives the fans crazy. AJ: He hits it already, here's the cover, one.....two and....no, just three I can't believe it. BT: These fans seem shocked that someone kicked out of the Thornbush DDT. AJ: So does Thorn himself but he's not resting on his laurels, setting up for something. Rob Thorn stands waiting patiently, watching as Dazz holds his head and shakes it to get rid of the cobwebs, slowly rising to his feet as the champion lurches forwards, extending a leg and connecting with a hard super kick he calls The Thorn Kick, smashing his boot into the jaw of the challenger and taking him down hard but doesn't go for a cover just yet, bouncing off the ropes and coming back with Rolling Thunder, landing back first across Dazz then leaning back for the cover. 1.... 2.... Dazz hooks Thorn by the arm and leg, rolling him onto his shoulders for a pin of his own. 1.... 2.... BT: He nearly had Thorn there, mistake by the champ almost cost him the title he won only 7 days ago. AJ: You're right there Bryan, it could've been a short reign for the veteran right there. BT: I'm always right AJ, Dazz may have said he respects Rob Thorn for being in the main event of a company when he debuted in this business but right now he's showing more ring smarts and toughness than the so called "Greatest Sports Entertainer on the Face of the Planet". The two stand up, Dazz challenging Thorn to give him his best shot, Thorn instead smiling and not stepping into what could be a trap, instead taking his time with the match and pacing around, enraging a clearly impatient Dazz who goes for a punch but is blocked, hit with a right hand from the champ who delivers another which is blocked, Dazz with a quick uppercut to the chin and a martial arts kick of his own that connects with Thorn's temple, instantly taking him down as the challenger hits a standing moonsault. With the champion holding his ribs, Dazz gets to his feet instead of going for the cover, pulling Thorn's legs under his arms and turning the champion over onto his stomach, pulling him into an awkward position so that he is almost upright with his chin on the canvas while the rest of his body is pulled backwards, Dazz jamming his knee into the back of Thorn's neck in this ungodly and painful position. AJ: The Chaoslock on Thorn, my God his spine is almost bent in half the wrong way. BT: This is what it takes to beat somebody like Thorn and Dazz has many ways to beat somebody. AJ: So does Rob Thorn but it'd be a wonder if he managed to deal with the torture he must be going through right now let alone escape. The fans will the champion on as his slides his arms out in front of him, the sheer pain showing through on his face as he struggles to find a way out, Dazz almost down on one knee with all his weight bearing down on the back of the neck while Thorn's spine is pulled and bent. The referee kneels by Thorn and repeatedly asks if he wants to quit but either he's refusing or the unbearable pain is causing him to not hear the question, Thorn crying out and not willing to give in as he struggles to find the ropes but is unable to move anywhere near them. After what seems forever locked in the hold, Dazz finally releases, looking frustrated at the champion for not tapping out as he rolls him over for a cover. 1.... 2.... BT: How the hell could he kick out after that? A clearly angered Dazz straddles the champion and begins laying into him with stiff right hands to the face, the referee warning him about using closed fists and giving him to the count of five to get off Thorn, the challenger doing so at four and rising up, getting into the face of the official to argue his case, Jim Knox pointing to his black and white shirt and letting him know who is in charge of this match, Dazz sighing and turning back to Thorn who has found his knees and jams an elbow into the midsection, doubling the Messiah of Metal over and standing, shoving Dazz between his legs and lifting him for a powerbomb but the challenger with quick punches to the face again, throwing himself back and taking Thorn down with a hurracanrana. The fans boo as the champion is left on his back again for another cover, the referee hitting his hand on the mat........a second time....... AJ: Thorn kicks out! BT: How does he keep doing this? WHY does he keep doing this? AJ: Rob Thorn is not only one of the most charismatic to set foot in this business, he's also one of the most resilient and this is never truer than here tonight. BT: Doesn't he realise that he's just prolonging the pain he'll go through? AJ: He's been in much worse than this and came out unscathed, most of the time with championship gold and I have a feeling tonight on Avulsion will be no different. BT: Not like this, Dazz is setting him up on the turnbuckle for something. Rob Thorn is placed on the top turnbuckle in a seated position, Dazz following him up there and gripping him, attempting what could be a high back superplex but sharp elbows to the face halt him from proceeding, a final blow takes Dazz down to the mat as Thorn rises to his feet on the top rope and launches himself off with a Thornsault, finding only knees to the gut upon impact. The fans boo but the challenger ignores them, rising to his feet and taking one of Thorn's legs, twisting it and setting up for what could be a Figure 4 Leg Lock, the champion placing a foot on his opponent and managing to shove him off, Dazz sent into a turnbuckle as Rob Thorn finds his feet and rushes the challenger, catching him with a hard clothesline in the corner and a running bulldog into the middle of the ring. AJ: Rob Thorn now with an advantage but it looks like he's going to the top rope again, this could be dangerous and may cost him the match if he isn't careful. Thorn on the top turnbuckle, looking out into the crowd before throwing himself off, the Thornton Bomb connecting as the fans cheer him on, a cover now. 1.... 2.... BT: Thank God for that. AJ: Dazz kicking out after the Thornton Bomb, toughness of his own against the sometimes arrogant but always a fan favourite Rob Thorn. BT: That's what I don't get, people like Jason Stylez tell fans they're the best and they get booed but when Rob Thorn does it, everyone loves him. Thorn raises Dazz to his feet and whips him into the ropes, going for a backbreaker but Dazz manages to turn it into a headscissors, taking the champion down with some quick thinking and athleticism. Getting to his feet, Dazz grabs Thorn by the head, lifting him for a powerbomb attempt of his own, the champion slipping away as soon as he gets hoisted onto the shoulders, landing on his feet in front of Dazz and just as quickly dropping him with a Thornbush DDT as the fans explode. AJ: That move is said to be able to hit someone anywhere at any time and my God that was out of nowhere. BT: Don't say it's over. The referee begins his count. 1.... 2.... The count is stopped when Jim Knox notices Dazz has a foot on the bottom rope, halting the count as Thorn wonders what's happening until he's pointed to the ropes, the champion knowing the rules inside the ring and not arguing with the decision. AJ: Dazz among the very few to have escaped the Thornbush DDT. The champion drags the challenger up to his feet and connects with a knife edge chop to the chest, the fans with a loud "WOOOO" with every chop that connects, Dazz clutching at his chest as it turns red due to the blows. Thorn quickly spins him around and hits a back drop then climbs the turnbuckle, waiting for his opponent to rise to his feet, Dazz turning to face Thorn as he flies with a high cross body, connecting and looking to pin instantly but it's rolled through, Da on top and hooking a leg. 1.... 2.... Kickout by the champion as the two men get to their feet, Dazz with a punch right away followed by more blows, connecting with his own knife edge chops until Thorn is backed into a corner, Dazz grabbing the top rope and jumping onto the middle rope, bouncing off it to hit a dropkick to the chest of the champion taking him down to a seated position in the corner. The challenger takes a few steps away then rushes, jumping and hitting the bronco buster before stepping back and posing for the fans, getting nothing but loud boos from Thorn's supporters and just a few cheers from those who were fans of Chaos A.D. over the years or liked the Fallen Angelz that Dazz had been a part of not too long ago. AJ: Could this man's ego be any bigger? He's acting like he's won. BT: See what I mean AJ? He's booed yet if Rob Thorn did the same thing he'd be cheered and hailed a hero. AJ: Dazz going for another bronco buster but I guess Thorn is being hailed a hero right now after that. The replay window opens up and shows Thorn getting his boot up at the last second, Dazz driving his own stomach into it and rolling off in agony clutching at his midsection as Thorn uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, grabbing Dazz by his hair and lifting him once more onto his shoulders, this time no counter as he drives the challenger spine first into the mat. AJ: Devastating powerbomb by the champion, Dazz could be out of it. The champion grabbing one of the legs as Dazz lies not moving in the ring, cocking his leg over the knee and twisting it around so that it's bent with a foot facing the other knee. Thorn looks out as the fans cheer him, giving his trademark smile before grabbing the other leg and dropping to the mat, placing his leg over the prone ankle of the challenger who immediately begins to try and escape. AJ: The Figure Thorn Leg Lock! How long can Dazz survive in this painful move? BT: He's in the centre of the ring too. The sweat pours down Rob Thorn's face as he screams and tries to force Dazz to tap out, the pain etched all over the challenger's face as he struggles, lying back and holding his hands over his eyes in an attempt to block the pain, referee Jim Knox dropping his hand onto the canvas once......twice......Dazz sits up with an agonising roar, bringing his shoulders off the mat and trying to escape the hold but can't, looking around desperately for some kind of advantage to help him get away from the submission but the ropes seem miles away. AJ: Dazz in too much pain, either he'll tap out from the submission or he'll be pinned during this hold. BT: For God sake, get your shoulders off the mat! 1.... 2.... AJ: He must have heard you, that or he wants to win so badly he's willing to bear the pain. BT: He has a plan. Just you watch. AJ: What plan is that? Go through one of wrestling's brightest stars and end the match in unbelievable pain on the losing end? BT: Well at least he won't be tapping out, look. The cameras pick up a shot of Dazz biting down on his fist, his eyes telling the story of how much pain he must be feeling as Thorn continues to put pressure on the legs, leaning back on his palms and watching as the challenger starts rocking from side to side. The fans continue to jibe and boo him while cheering on their hero Thorn but the boos grow louder as somehow Dazz manages to roll onto his hands and knees, the leverage shifting as its now the champion's legs under immense pressure from the submission hold, crying out in pain as the sweat drips onto the canvas while he reaches out with a hand, trying to reach the ropes but too far to use them to break this hold. AJ: The move has been countered and the champion looks to be in deep trouble right now. BT: Rob Thorn could tap out to his own hold. Thorn continuing to reach out, realising he's too far away and planting both hands into the mat underneath him, using every bit of strength inside him to raise himself off the canvas, his arms trembling and giving out as he collapses again, fans chanting his name and willing him on. Another attempt but he can't lift himself as far as he did seconds ago, instead quickly pushing himself onto his side and rolling onto his back, the figure 4 still locked in as Dazz once more feels the effects of the submission, screaming in pain as fans roar their approval. The challenger once again tries not to tap out and glancing around his surroundings quickly, beginning to drag himself backwards as Thorn pushes his legs down hard, gritting his teeth and looking like the pressure he's putting on the challenger's legs is affecting him at the same time. A chorus of boos fills the arena as finally and after a long struggle, Dazz manages to wrap a hand around the bottom rope, the referee having to tell Thorn to release the holding, beginning a count as the champion manages to untangle their legs and lie on his back breathing heavily while Dazz pulls himself under the ropes, literally hugging the bottom rope for protection. AJ: What a struggle that was but it looks like both men might be running on empty right now. Referee Jim Knox checking each man then beginning a long ten count, Thorn rolling towards one side of the ring while Dazz pulls himself onto the apron, both men exhausted and taking their time to rise up off the mat, using the ropes for extra leverage. Both sets of legs look to be wobbling under the weight after such a devastating amount of time locked in one of wrestling's most painful holds, Thorn and Dazz finally able to reach their feet as they lean over the top rope on their respective sides of the ring, Knox signaling that the match is able to continue. The fans seem to forget whose side they're on momentarily and applaud both men for making it to their feet. BT: These fans are on the challenger's side now AJ, finally they see great talent. AJ: Actually I think they're showing respect to both men for this great match we've seen so far, what a back and forth battle. Thorn looks like an infant learning to walk as he tries to keep his balance and stride towards Dazz, slamming a much weaker forearm smash into his face than he maybe intended, wrapping an arm around the head and draping the challenger's arm around his own neck, trying to lift him but getting Dazz no more than an inch off the apron. The second attempts wields similar results but the third finally gets him up and over the top rope, Dazz somehow landing on his feet and dropping Thorn neck first across one of his shoulders in a vicious neckbreaker, both men now down on the canvas. BT: Wow that hangman's neckbreaker could have Thorn down and out, all Dazz has to do is roll over and cover him. AJ: It looks like both men are out otherwise Thorn could easily do the same and win. 1.... 2.... 3.... 4.... Both men rolling onto their stomachs. 6.... 7.... Thorn and Dazz raising themselves into a kneeling position and look at each other, a look of fatigue on both men's faces as they begin to trade weak right hands, the referee stopping his count as the will to win shines through, neither man wanting to give up but both unable to get to their feet so settle for weakly thrown fists to the face while on their knees, fans appreciating this display of courage and toughness. AJ: I'm just amazed that these two purebreds still have something left in the tank. BT: I don't think they do AJ, their punches are getting weaker, now they've just stopped altogether. AJ: Something I never thought I'd see in all my years in this business, two incredible athletes battling hard for the World championship with neither man giving up to the point of exhaustion and even then they're still going at it. Both Rob Thorn and Dazz sit in kneeling positions, staring at each other but unmoving, not wanting to give up and making sure the fans get the match they deserve even if it costs them their energy. They both try to move, slow in their actions as they crawl to different sides of the ring, grabbing the ropes and pulling them down as they drag themselves to their feet on spaghetti legs, almost falling into each other with right hands simultaneously. BT: I have to give them credit, both men want to walk away as World Heavyweight champion. Dazz seems to lean onto the shoulder of the champion, resting against him about to collapse as Thorn weakly gives forearm blows to his opponent's back before gripping him by his long hair, pulling him up to face him then turning both of them around so champion and challenger are back to back, Thorn going for a neckbreaker but Dazz stumbling forward slightly, turning round and pulling Thorn back into an almost reverse DDT situation, wrapping both arms around the champion's chest to keep him standing. Thorn's arms are fourced outwards, unable to move up, down or or bend as Dazz squeezes tightly, driving the air out of him as the champion struggles at first but eventually goes limp. AJ: The Sikth is locked in tight but it looks like Rob Thorn may have passed out here. BT: I certainly hope so but it'd be a disappointment because I want to hear Thorn cry in pain and admit that Dazz is the better man. AJ: It doesn't look like you're sadistic wish will happen, the champion's beginning to stir. Thorn begins to wiggle his hands, trying to motivate himself and show the fans he still has something left, the sold out crowd beginning to chant his name and clap to will him on, Dazz shouting at them to be quiet while he squeezes tighter, the fans overwhelming him with their support for the champion until Dazz turns the submission into a Chaos Factor! AJ: There it is, could we have a brand new champion? BT: Three seconds away from crowning a new World champ AJ, here it comes. 1.... 2.... BT: THR..... AJ: NO! No it isn't three, Thorn kicked out! BT: How did he do that? No one's kicked out of that before. AJ: Rob Thorn managed and my God, he's showing his veteran instincts and will to win right here. BT: This is such an incredible match. AJ: Can't disagree there, this is possibly the most evenly matched contest I've seen in all my years of calling action like this. Rob Thorn and Dazz stand staring at each other one more time, the fans going wild at such an equally matched pairing. They lunge forwards again, throwing right hands wildly, both connecting. The fans cheer wildly when suddenly, Lithium comes running down the ramp with a steel chair in his hand. AJ: Dazz told Chaos A.D. to stay in the locker room so what's Lithium doing? BT: I have no idea, he's going to the ring though to try and help Dazz. Lithium stands in the ring, looking over at Dazz and smiling, giving the thumbs up before charging at Thorn with the chair raised, the World champion sidestepping and causing Lithium to fall through the ropes onto the floor, knocking himself out with the chair. The crowd laughs, as do Thorn and Dazz. After a few moments of smiling and laughing at the surreal event that just happened, Dazz and Thorn continue the fight, taking it to each other, Thorn gaining the upper hand as the fans cheer for their hero. He tosses Dazz into the ropes and hits a vicious back body drop, the spine of the challenger colliding with impact. Thorn lifts Dazz and hits a Thornbush DDT, going for the cover. 1.... 2.... AJ: DAZZ JUST KICKED OUT OF THE THIRD THORNBUSH DDT OF THE MATCH!!! BT: This is one hell of a battle for the biggest prize, the World Heavyweight title. Thorn looks frustrated and raises Dazz, attempting another finisher, Dazz twisting around and ending in his modified standing dragon sleeper, spinning as he drops to the canvas, driving Thorn's face into the mat with the second Chaos Factor of the match. The fans boo as he makes the cover. 1.... 2.... A loud pop goes throughout the crowd as Rob Thorn raises a shoulder in time, the challenger looking pissed off as he starts yelling and grabbing the referee. AJ: Dazz should calm down if he wants to win the title or he'll be disqualified. BT: He's just letting off some steam before he wins the title, that's all. AJ: Well Thorn back to his feet slowly here, spinning Dazz around and...BAH GAWD WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!! BT: Dazz will get through this, he's not out yet. AJ: It looks like he could be with the force of that shot. Thorn with yet another cover, 1....2 and.... BT: HAHAHA!!! AJ: Dazz just managed to raise the right shoulder a hair's breadth from the three count. Thorn wipes the sweat from his forehead and gets back to his feet, standing in a pose that means he's ready to deliver another Thornbush DDT, the fans cheering with anticipation of the move and the victory from the Greatest Sports Entertainer on the Face of the Planet. Dazz gets up, turning to face the champion and taking another kick to the gut, Thorn putting the head of the Chaos A.D. founder under his arm. Dazz hits a northern lights suplex from nowhere, motioning for yet another Chaos Factor, locking it in and dropping, Thorn receiving the third Chaos Factor of the match. BT: Dazz is making a cover, he could win this. AJ: Referee Jim Knox making the count. 1.... 2.... 3!! The fans boo loudly, throwing plastic cups and other objects into the ring immediately after the three count. Lucinda Welch: The winner of this match.....and NEW NLCW World Heavyweight champion.......DAZZ!!! The fans go nuts with rage, jeering as Dazz is handed the World title. |
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AJ: This could quite possibly be the biggest event in the history of this company! It’s not every day a wrestling organisation toasts five years in the business. We will look back at tonight in years to come and it’s one of those special occasions that we’ll be telling our grandkids about!
BT: You’re not wrong, Aaron. There’s a definite buzz around the backstage area too. It’s like a high school reunion back there. NLCW past and present are sat around chilling out! If you have ever been a somebody in this company, you are backstage right now!
AJ: That’s right. We’ve already seen a few legends of the industry out here tonight... who will it be next?
BT: I’m rooting for Texas Tim, Aaron. That’d really make my day!
Suddenly, the lights dim. The crowd picks up with a triumphant roar. They know it’s coming. They can feel it. The darkness lingers for a few seconds. The crowd is kept waiting. All eyes look towards the blackness that engulfs the ramp. The curtain wavers a little in the wind. A green and yellow spotlight suddenly illuminates the place and points directly to the ramp. The overwhelming sound of feet stomping against the arena floor is matched only by the crowd’s insistent clapping. And so... they wait.
They wait...
And they wait...
They wait until...
AJ: NO WAY!
The familiar anthem of DaRude’s ‘Sandstorm’ blurts out over the PA system. Twenty green and yellow fireworks explode violently on the ramp as the crowd jump to their feet. The noise reaches deafening point... and finally, he appears, taking centre stage, rising up on an elevator at the top of the ramp.
Wafting his hair back and raising his hands triumphantly, he smiles out at the crowd as his mind wanders to days gone by. He remembers why he fell in love with this business in the first place. He remembers how that feeling simply can’t be replaced. Inevitably, his name finally scrolls across the NLCW-Tron in bright, golden, glowing letters.
C H R I S C H A M P I O N
AJ: Chris Champion is BACK!
BT: We’ve not seen this guy for what must be approaching a good two years! Good God! NLCW’s prodigal son returns home!
Champion is kitted out in a tuxedo for the occasion. His face looks to have grown a little older with time, as the battle scars take their toll, but he still manages to retain that same beaming smile that was offered to the crowd so many times throughout his career. Carefully, he makes his way around the ring, slapping as many hands as he possibly can do on the way. It seems to take an age but finally he climbs the ring steps and makes his way into the ring. He takes a second to soak up the atmosphere as the crowd continues to chant “CHAMP-EE-ON!” in his direction. Tiny droplets of water begin to form in the corner of his eyes. He shakes his head and brings a microphone to his lips.
Chris Champion: Christ, I promised myself I wouldn’t cry. That lasted long, didn’t it? Jesus...
The chants die down a little but the clapping remains. Champion raises his left hand and tries to quieten the crowd down.
Chris Champion: For all the history we’ve created in this fed, it’s always been about the people involved that have made it truly special. There’s always been this great bond between the roster and the people that pay good money to watch the shows. It’s like a God damn chemical reaction, you know? Guys like me thrive off of the vibes given out in arenas like this one. It’s why I did what I did for so long, regardless of however many injuries I was carrying. This company is great because of you all... and I thank you for that.
AJ: Champ’s pretty emotional in there!
Chris Champion: The last time I came out here in front of you people, I offered you a retirement speech and it really pained me to do so. You see other guys that pretend to retire – only to see them back in here within twelve weeks. That was never going to be the case with me. When I say I’m done, I’m done and that’s it. However, the only reason I said I was done was because I felt I’d accomplished everything I needed to around here. I retired with the World title around my waist. I retired as the guy with most title reigns ever. I retired with quite possibly the best record ever seen in this industry. But, you know, I’m not out here to brag about accomplishments. No. What I really want you to know is that, without all of the guys backstage here standing by my side and being a big part of my life, none of that would have meant shit to me. I’ve beaten the hell out of Sean Galen more times than I’ve had school dinners but the satisfaction of getting a three count over him would have meant nothing if I didn’t respect him as a friend or as a man. I’ve been in there with all the big names that have dwelled in this company. Take Rick Majors, for example, we’ve had some absolute wars and we’ve had some fantastic laughs too; he’s one of the only guys I can beat the hell out of and then drink a beer with afterwards. People like that don’t come around too often. The world is a far too serious place these days. Nobody takes the time to kick back and absorb what the people around them have to say. Well, that’s going to happen right now. A lot of the guys in this place don’t even know they’re born – you simply will not find an atmosphere and team spirit like we have here anywhere else in the wrestling world. Fact.
AJ: He’s right, you know. NLCW has been out on its own for years at the top of the tree.
BT: Well, I don’t like to blow our own trumpet... but, yeah, I agree!
AJ: That’s a lie. You will blow anybody’s trumpet!
Chris Champion: It’s great to see new talent taking over from where the old guys left off too. I turned my TV set on last week to see Dillon Durst usurped by a new kid on the block. The production line keeps churning them out, but the song remains the same. It’s still quality. That’s what really springs to mind when I think about NLCW too. Quality. It’s more or less tattooed across everything we do – from the production of the shows to the talent displayed by the roster. We can’t forget the guys behind the scenes either. Over the years I’ve worked alongside some outstanding fed heads. Each guy bringing new ideas to the table every time. We wouldn’t have been in business for five years unless we’d been doing something right. So, I say to you, fed heads, take a bow. You earned it and you know who you are.
AJ: Champion paying tribute to the unsung heroes of NLCW here. It’s refreshing to see.
Chris Champion: I’m going to give a shout out to a few of my buddies that I think really made my stay in NLCW a memorable one too. Let’s start from the top, eh? Ethan Andrews. The guy oozes class. He was the fulcrum of this company when I came on board and a fearless competitor. He helped lay a tremendous platform for the guys of today and I can honestly say he’s one of the nicest people around. Bucky Skylar. What can I say about Enigma? He’s done the rounds and earned his dues around here. Nothing made me happier than to see him capture the world title. The guy is living proof that hard works pays off and his personality is about as infectious as they come. Dazz. One of the absolute living legends of this company. It’s hard to imagine a time without Dazz – simply because he’s been more or less ever present from the beginning. We’ve had our differences over the years, but there’s always been an underlying respect there. I wish him the best for the future. Chris Logan. I don’t think there’s anyone in NLCW that I’d rather share a beer with! Aside from his homoerotic obsession with his looks, Logan is as clean cut as they come. It’s been an honour working with people of his calibre and I don’t mean in a wrestling sense; I mean, he’s an actual quality person in every way possible.
AJ: Champ’s laying out the compliments tonight!
Chris Champion: Durst and Galen. I’ve bunched these two together because I always considered them peas in a pod. You simply will not find people like this anywhere else. For all the beatings we gave each other, we must have had fifty times more laughs. I treasure these guys like my family and hope the feeling is mutual. Some friendships span further than wrestling and this is definitely the case with these two jokers. Tyler Scott and Isaac Reynolds. You guys are two more than I’d love to share a beer with. They don’t take life too seriously and yet they have given everything to this company throughout their stay here. I was sad to see Isaac saying he was going to move onto pastures new, but I understand his reasoning. At the same time, I’d love to see him back here at some stage... this is your spiritual home, bro, and none of us can escape that.
AJ: Champion never got the chance to square off against Reynolds in a major match.
BT: That would have been one for the ages.
Chris Champion: And, finally, I couldn’t really make a speech about buddies in this industry without mentioning two more names. Rick Majors and Dominic Pericolo. Majors and I go way back. Probably further back than you realise. Rick showed me the ropes in the wrestling world. He had faith in me when a lot of people viewed me as a bumbling rookie. He’s been there through the good times and the bad... and he’s always offered a helping hand when I needed it. I wouldn’t be the man that I am today without his influence. He may think that wrestling is just a game and all he ever did was show me how to play it, but he’s wrong. Rick Majors taught me valuable lessons in life that I’ve carried beyond wrestling. We’ve shared some jokes and some tears, but Christ it has to be said... I love the guy.
BT: Champion’s having a Chris Logan-esque moment!
AJ: Not until he’s spit roasting a acne scarred teenage boy in a portaloo he’s not!
BT: What?! You can’t say that on air!
AJ: Ah, fuck it, this is a one off!
Chris Champion: That leaves me with Pericolo. The Perculator. We’ve had some epic battles throughout the years. We’ve shared some great stories. Our respective careers both came to a halt with that one final match and I think that was totally fitting. In some ways, my wrestling career has always been on a parallel to his. Pericolo was always the bench mark I used to measure my own game and my success. It was this love of competing that spurred me on to become better at this game. My only objective in wrestling was to make sure I was better than Pericolo. Fact. However, the only reason this is true is because I knew that if I was better than him – there would be nobody better than me. At all. Everything I’ve ever achieved can be traced in some way to his influence. But let’s put all the wrestling chit chat to aside... the guy has been there for me so many times down the years. He’s family to me and that’s the highest compliment I can pay to anyone; mainly because we don’t let any old clown in our family!
AJ: Champion once again breaks the record for longest ever on camera interview here...
BT: Yeah, but try telling me you’re not enjoying this, Aaron!
AJ: You do have a point!
Chris Champion: There are literally dozens of other people I could go on to praise for being fantastic people, but the simple fact is that everyone who’s ever stayed here for a prolonged period of time is a great person. We don’t let idiots take over. It’s just not the NLCW way. Standing out here tonight has made me realise how much I actually miss the day to day environment that this company holds dear. I vowed never to return upon retiring only because I’d done it all... maybe there’s still a bit of fuel left in the old tank. I don’t know. I’m not here to tell you guys that I’m going to return to active competition. I’m not. I just want to send a message out, though, to say that if the day ever comes when the NLCW finds itself unable to break someone’s title stranglehold, I’ll be waiting in the wings. I only ever want to face the greatest challenges. That’s the way it’s always been for me. So, if one day a great challenge presents itself to me, I’ll certainly consider it.
AJ: That’s huge news, Bryan.
BT: Champion might NOT be done after all!
AJ: It’s not quite a return speech but... it’s an invitation to treat.
Chris Champion: So, for the final time, thank you to everyone that has made the past five years the happiest of my life. Here’s to hoping we make a tenth anniversary show in another five. In my eyes, we’re the only fed out there that can. And that’s because of the quality that runs so vibrantly through our ranks. Thank you. Goodnight and God bless.
The crowd picks itself up one more time as the clapping resumes once more. A teary eyed Chris Champion stares around the crowd and bows meekly. He bobs through the ring ropes and begins the long stroll back up the ramp. Although his eyes crash against the overbearing sight of
thousands of people, he can’t actually see them.
The only thing his eyes can see are memories.
And happy memories, at that.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
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THE MOST MEMORABLE
MOMENT IN
AVULSION HISTORY:
Anarchy Inc. Takes Over Avulsion April 22nd 2007 AJ: Hello and welcome to NLCW Sunday Night Avulsion! I am Aaron Jennings. He is Brian Terwillinger. The lights to the stadium begin to flicker as a bolt of lightening strikes from the ceiling to the rampway giving it a firing glow. The crowd is startled as they jump in place. AJ: This could mean only one thing…. BT: The N.L.C.W World Champion has arrived! Suddenly light drops of drizzle come dripping from the ceiling as the sound of the wind explodes over the P.A system. Faceless figures slowly push forward passed the curtains, covered in black robes and hoods; they slowly come to halt as they stand in a hunch. They begin to sing in choir form as Chris Logan unhurriedly makes his way through the curtains. AJ: He’s come a long way BT! BT: I just can’t believe it. Chris Logan stands tall, covered in a black robe as the hood drips over his face. Chris Logan slowly makes his way down the rampway as he then slowly walks up the steel steps and enters the ring. The lights dim for several seconds as the arena gains full view; the faceless figures have vanished into the dark as Chris Logan drops his hood back to the jeers. Chris Logan calls for the microphone as the timekeeper quickly jolts up the steel steps and hands Logan the microphone. Chris snatches it from his hands as he shrugs his shoulders with a grin across his face as he pauses and scans across the arena. Leveling the microphone he begins to speak. Chris Logan: Someone get that CEO, Dominic Pericolo out here right now! Cause Chris Logan wants his N.L.C.W World Championship belt! Chris Logan drops the microphone to his side as the crowd continues to jeer. BT: He wants his title belt AJ! AJ: I’m sure he does! Dominic Pericolo strolls through the curtains as the crowd goes ape shit to his appearance. Dressed in a black three-piece suit he strolls down the rampway with the N.L.C.W folded to his arm and a microphone on the other hand. Dominic Pericolo smiles to crowd as he slowly makes his way up the steel steps and into the ring. BT: Let’s see what our CEO has to say here. AJ: This is such a great moment. Dominic Pericolo takes a long pause to the crowd as they chat his name. Leveling the microphone he begins his speech. Dominic Pericolo: First off Chris Logan I would like to congratulate you on your victory on FallOut! Second I’ve got something that belongs to you! Dominic Pericolo drops the microphone to his side as he hands Chris Logan his title. Chris snatches the title as he gazes into it’s gold and jewels. Dominic Pericolo puts his hand out to congratulate Chris but Chris just stares at his hand. Chris drops his jaw and begins to speak. Chris Logan: I’ve got what I wanted now get the hell out of my ring! Dominic Pericolo: Whoa. What a second. Don't you dare speak to me like... Chris Logan: Dominic. You wouldn't want to upset your World Heavyweight Champion would you. That's not good talent relations. Now, leave! I've got something to say. Chris snatches Dominic’s microphone as he tosses it out of the ring. Pericolo seems to want to take action, but decides against it. A disappointed look is seen on Dominic’s face as he slowly makes his way out of the ring. AJ: Oh come on! BT: I can’t believe it. Chris watches as Dominic makes his way up the rampway and through the curtains. The jeers begin to die down as Logan begins to speak. Chris Logan: It’s been a long time coming! I mean who would of thought that Chris Logan would become World Champion? I mean through all the crap I had to endure in the N.L.C.W, it’s enough to drive a man insane. Many have said that this was going to be my year and damnit it is! AJ: It sure is BT! BT: He’s an unappreciative son of a bitch! Chris Logan: It’s been a struggle. I had to scratch and claw my way since day one. Since the start of my career in the L.C.W, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I had to out shine, out take image wise, I had to take everything from other L.C.W and N.L.C.W superstars. The years spent watching others shine on the stage I was only dreaming about. Though I continued to fight my way through the ranks, I often found myself walking astray. Leaving the company, having other fucking superstars dirtying my name. AJ: It’s been rough for Chris Logan. BT: I never would of thought the higher-ups would give him a title shot after everything he’s done. Chris Logan: I haven’t done anything on my own though. In this business you have many that’ll be there to stab you in the back and I managed to pick my comrades wisely. From the start of it all I had Dillon Durst and Sean Galen behind me. We became the biggest three names this company has ever signed. Even when we walked out of the N.L.C.W, they wanted more and thus why I am still here. Time and time again we proved to the world just what we’re all about. We have held this place down for years now. AJ: You can’t take that away. BT: The Saints started it all for Logan. Chris Logan: They took me along for the ride. I watched Sean Galen dominate on his world title run. He taught me how to run a company. Right after Sean Galen, Dillon Durst came to the scene and picked off where Galen had left off. I’ve spent the last two years watching both men climb and take the biggest prize the N.L.C.W had to offer. I watched both men run with the gold. They left their mark, they engraved their names and now it was passed on to me. Now I’m going to do just that! AJ: That can’t be good damnit. BT: What does he have planned? Chris Logan: There was one thing both men wanted me to do. They both wanted me to complete the circle. Three of the greatest Saints carrying, getting a feel of the world title, and it’s happened! I’ve completed the task at hand. One that took me two years to complete. AJ: This was a long time coming. BT: He’s finished what Sean Galen and Dillon Durst started. Chris Logan: I’ve watched my mentors carry out their legacy. I’ve watched them lead this company. Now, I’m going to lead the N.L.C.W through the name of Anarchy Incorporated. I’m the leader of this company. I’m going to steer it towards the right direction, a direction it was meant to head towards and that’s right into a fucking brick wall! As world champion… there is no place for the weak! Those who don’t recognize what I’m carrying… those who don’t carry the name of the Inc will go along for the ride! Cause as for me… I’M YOUR NEW WORLD CHAMPION! AND I HAVE ANARCHY INC BEHIND ME! AJ: What does he mean by all of this? BT: The world champ and the Inc have something in store for the N.L.C.W? Chris Logan: At FallOut I had to step in the ring with two former Saints. I had to step in the ring with a close friend of mine in Sean Galen. He pushed me to my limits! Sean Galen where ever you are my brother I just want to thank you for everything you’ve done and know that you will never be forgotten! I promise you that! AJ: Close friends they are. BT: They have done it all together. Chris Logan: But, this is a special occasion and since it is I want Dillon Durst out here. The man has taken me under his wing and has shaped and formed me into a top player…. Into a world champion. He is my mentor… he is the sultan of sultans and the greatest man to ever hold the World title! AJ: Some words of respect coming from the Champion, Brian. BT: Indeed they are, Aaron. These two men haven't left one anothers side since Chris Logan became a member of No Limits! I've heard th.... "30/30 - 150" rips onto the PA system, as the fans all hit their feet. Horrid chants aiming toward the man who, at this time, is pealing the curtains apart... stepping onto the Steel entrance. AJ: Dillon Durst is in the building, Brian! BT: And he's not alone! Revolver and Valentine are arm in arm with 'the Legacy of all Wrestling'... boasting broad smiles, which seem to be eating their faces. The music picks up, as the three have made their way into the ring. Camera flashes begin to light up the arena as Chris and Dillon share and embrace in the center of the ring. Pulling back, Dillon mouths a few encouraging words to Chris, followed by a slap on the shoulder. Durst takes the title from the hands of Chris, and snaps it firmly in place around the waist of its new owner, "The Son of Insanity." AJ: I can't watch this! BT: Anarchy Incorporated have NLCW's crown jewel! Revolver and Valentine now embrace the new Champion... each hold one his arms into the air. Conducting a slow spin, Chris gives the arena a magnificant photo opportunity, where once again, camera flashes fill out the dark arena. The music cuts off, and is easily replaced by the jeers of the audience. Only a few positive chants for Anarchy can be heard over the masses at hand. Durst grabs a mic from the ringside assistant, and trys his best to cut throught the hated chants of his name. Dillon: Chris... Dillon looks towards his stablemate, and friend for the first time as champion. Dillon: Welcome to the (beep)ing club! This escalades the hissing crowd to an all time high. Logan can do nothing be chuckle at the reaction from the crowd. Dillon: Let me first say, congratulations my friend... you've earned your spot on top of the mountain. AJ: It's hard to go against those words... love him or hate him... Chris Logan has went through hell for the title belt. Dillon: Now... for the question that's on the minds of all... what is your first order of business as world heavyweight champion Chris. Dillon jerks the mic into the face of Chris, trying is best to mock Kevin Ryder. Chris laughs a bit, and begins to pace the ring. Chris: Well, Dillon .... first thing is first... Chris slides in behind Revolver, and Dillon grabs the hand of Valentine. AJ: Give me a break... this is public broadcasting! A few whistles heap up in the arena... but we suddenly hear static! BT: Holy... Chris drills Revolver with the Hangover... as Dillon lands The Solution on Valentine. The crowd is going ape shit... as both girls lay helpless inside of the ring. Dillon and Chris both spring to their feet, laughing histically. AJ: That's just sick! You see what these men are all about, Brian! BT: Yes... and I love it! Debris litter the arena... as Durst and Logan fall to their knees laughing... high fiving... and acting like 4 year old kids who haven't taken their daily meds. Chris grabs the torn mic from the mat, and begins pounding on it. Chris: This thing on? It... is it? Yes? (laughing) Val... Rev... what can I say? There is only room in Anarchy for one Bitch! The arena engulfs itself in darkness, and Ashlee Simpson's voice comes across the sound system on the track "I Am Me". As the beat of the song picks up quickly, the lights in the arena go crazy with a mix of red, violet, and fuchsia. Kelly emerges as the word "skin" just escapes the the speakers, and a bright white light, in the mix of colors, stands out, and focus' on the curvaceous figure of Kelly Rien. Making her way to the top of the ramp, Kelly looks ahead to Dillon and Chris awaiting her in the ring. As she descends the ramp, Kelly smirks slightly as she glances around the arena, absorbing the shock from the fans. As she gets closer to the apron, Kelly jumps up onto it with her left knee, letting her right leg dangle between the apron and the floor. Whipping her head around, getting her flowing blonde hair partially in her face, Kelly lifts her right leg up on to the apron and brings herself into a standing position. Before entering, she puts her back to the ring and glances up the ramp and to her sides, taking in the outrageous amounts of "boo's" from the fans. Turning around, Kelly ducks into the ring through the middle and bottom ropes, and struts around the ring before heading over to Dillon and Chris, taking the mic from them. Kelly Rien: Thanks Dillon, Chris. You know, it's really no wonder to me why I'm here. You are obviously trying to organize the most elite group of wrestlers, and it just wouldn't be complete without me. AJ: No Damnit! BT: YES AJ! Kelly tilts the mic away from her head, and glances around the crowd as they erupt into a sea of disapproval. The reaction doesn't phase Kelly, and she continues. Kelly Rien: You see, I'm not only the most dominant woman in the NLCW, but, pretty soon, I'll be the biggest star anyone has ever seen. You see, for me, success is not an option, it's a way of life, and I pride myself on being an extremely successful woman. AJ: Kelly has sold her soul to the damn devil in Anarchy! BT: She’s done it in style AJ! She looks behind her to Dillon and Chris, who nod in approval. Walking around them, Kelly stares at the two men before her, and comes face-to-face with Dillon before opening her mouth again. Kelly Rien: Dillon, honestly, it was no surprise when you approached me to be apart of this amazing and talented group. And with me now apart of it, we will undoubtedly become the most powerful force in the history of the NLCW, without a doubt. Chris has some gold around his waist, and I can guarantee that before long, there will be some around mine. AJ: DAMNIT! BT: They continue to grow BT! Kelly drops the microphone as the three make their way through the ropes. The crowd continues to jeer as Dillon Durst, Chris Logan, and Kelly Rien make their way up the rampway and through the curtains. ______________________________________________ Thomas stomps over to Griffin where he lies on the mat and drags him up to his feet by the hair. Thomas takes a quick thumb to the eye before Griffin drives a knee into his gut. In the blink of an eye, Chris Griffin takes John Thomas over with a Fisherman’s Suplex and Bob Watson slides into position. The crowd counts along as Bob counts three. AJ: Chris Griffin wins it with a fisherman’s suplex! BT: Thomas can’t believe it! AJ: Where’s Frank going? BT: Into the ring it looks like! Frank jumps Thomas from behind with an unexpected Steamroller which sends Thomas flying like a ragdoll. Griffin rolls out of the ring to avoid any of Frank’s unwarranted wrath but Thomas is still in there. Frank drag’s John’s limp body to the center of the ring and then proceeds to lock in the Blunt Wrap. BT: John’s out of it! AJ: He can’t even fight back! Frank refuses to release the hold even when Bob Watson has called for security. Other officials hit the ring as well and Frank still refuses to release the hold until "Relentless" by Strapping Young Lad erupts from the speakers. Dazz races out from the back and slides into the ring with a barbedwire wrapped baseball bat which clears the ring of everyone, including Frank. BT: Frank looks pissed! Dazz drops the bat and falls to his knees at the side of his friend and stablemate and doesn’t see Frank side back in behind him. Frank scoops up the bat just as Dazz realizes that danger is upon him. Dazz turns in time to take the blow across the forehead rather than the back of his head. Blood spurts from the open wound at Dazz’s hairline and Frank brings the bat down a second time, this time across the exposed ribs. He tosses the bat aside before rubbing his hand across Dazz’s crimson mask and then spears it across his own face, wearing the blood of Dazz as if it was some form of war paint. BT: Frank has lost it! AJ: And Dazz is paying for it! Frank leaves the ring, taking the bat with him, while medics tend to both members of Havok Rising who remain unmoving in the ring. ________________________________________________ Dillon Durst leads his troops down the corridor backstage, along with the newest addition, Isaac Reynolds. The stable members are all congratulating the newest member on a good decision. Durst leads the partying group into their lush locker room and all the members take their seats on the leather couches. Dillon Durst: Men. Today is a good day. Today we add to Anarchy Incorporated with the Television Champion, Isaac Reynolds! Welcome to our clique, Isaac. Its good to have ‘The Reality’ on board. You know why? Because Anarchy is the reality of NLCW. Isaac Reynolds: Hell yeah! Dillon Durst: Now. Men. Our work is not done tonight. I want more Anarchy! I want more gold! Look at the men is this room. We have the Hardcore Champion – Mike. We have the Television Champion – Isaac. And, of course, we have the World fucking Champion – Chris Logan. Anarchy is holding gold. But not enough. I want us to own all the fucking gold! So, Frank … Michael … Sean. I want to see you guys hold gold. I want every single man in this room wearing a title. You are going to make it happen. You are all going to wreak Anarchy! The members of Anarchy agree with resounding cheers for their leaders words. Dillon Durst: Now, here’s what is going to happen... ________________________________________________ Tyler slides into the ring under the bottom and jumps to his feet. Edward’s, wondering what the fuss is, turns to see Scott. Michael charges to cut Tyler Scott but Scott waits for him to come closer before hitting a brutal S.T.O. After dropping Edwards on the back of his head, he jumps back up to meet Frank Merritt. Merritt swings a right punch but Scott blocks it. Scott then hits a head butt to Merritt with dazes both men. Scott then follows up with numerous forearm smashes to the face before whipping Anarchy’s pitbull across the ring. Frank hits the ropes and returns, only to be met with a standing dropkick flush to the face. The impact sends Merritt stumbling backward and through the ropes to ringside. AJ: Tyler Scott is cleaning house! Michael Edwards, stunned from the S.T.O, staggers to his feet. He turns to see Tyler Scott stalking him. He swings a kick towards Scott but Tyler catches his foot in front of his chest. Tyler then spins and takes Michael to the canvas. Holding onto the foot, Tyler looks to lock in the reverse heel lock. AJ: Heel lock! He’s going to lock it in! NO! Before Tyler can fully gaining a grip on Edward’s foot, Frank Merritt reaches into the ring and hauls Edwards towards him. He drags him from Scott’s grip just in time. Scott, angered, jumps to his feet and shouts abuse over the top rope. Frank Merritt throws it straight back from the bottom of the ramp. AJ: What the hell! Frank Merritt allows a sick looking smile to creep onto his face. AJ: What the hell! It was set up! It’s a damn set up! Tylers turn and is levelled. AJ: Holy Hell! Standing above Tyler Scott is Sean Ryken, wielding the infamous crowbar that Dillon Durst used on so many occasions. Scott, sparked out, lies on the canvas as Ryken looks down on him. Frank calls for Ryken to leave and he does so. All three members return backstage, content with their work. AJ: This was a damn master plan! Dillon Durst mapped this all out! He knew Tyler Scott would help Remi Bonneau! He set up a damn ambush! BT: Anarchy is running wild! ________________________________________________________ Crystal slowly gets to her feet as she begins to stomp away on the beaten Isaac. Isaac slowly rolls to his stomach as he pushes up and gets to his feet. Crystal connects with a firing right hand as Isaac leans back from its impact. Crystal goes for another shot but its block as Isaac drills his knee into the stomach of Crystal. Isaac reels Crystal in as he sets her up for a Basic/Stalling Vertical Suplex! Isaac lifts Crystal high into the air as he keeps her there for several seconds. Blood rushes to her head as Isaac pulls Crystal down as she crashes onto the mat! Isaac stands on his knees as he begins to grin. Looking over towards Anarchy he spots the Inc tossing their popcorn on AJ as Isaac slowly gets to his feet. Lifting Crystal from the mat Isaac whips her into the corner as he then connects with a huge running corner splash! AJ: What a shot! BT: I hope she's dead! Crystal staggers forth as Isaac quickly bounces off the ropes for a shoulder tackle but Crystal quickly manages to roll across the ring as Isaac crashes onto the mat. Isaac grows with much frustration now as he gets to his feet but Crystal is there to take control with a drop kick to the back of Isaac. Staggering forth now as Crystal jumps onto the back of Isaac in a sleeper holder, she begins to put pressure as Isaac slowly gets to one knee. Crystal looks over to the official as he checks on Isaac. Isaac slowly gets to his feet as he crashes onto the turnbuckle where Crystal is pancaked! Isaac whips Crystal to the opposite corner but reels her back as he then connects with "The Realiser!" With a sick looking spear Isaac hooks the leg, "ONE........ TWO....... THREE!" IT'S OVER! LW: Here is your winner, and still NLCW Television Champion...Isaac Reynolds! All of Anarchy get to their feet and clap as Isaac grabs his TV title makes his was through the ropes to the outside. AJ: DAMNIT! BT: YES! Isaacs theme song blares through the P.A as they all make their way up the rampway and through the curtains. |
AJ: Anarchy Inc. was definitely a powerful force and their takeover of NLCW Avulsion has been voted the Most Memorable Moment in Avulsion history.
BT: And it wasn't even just one moment... Anarchy Inc. was a dominant force over this show for MONTHS.
AJ: You're right about that Bryan!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
As the show returns we head backstage where Rick Majors is walking down a hallway towards the catering table. He turns a corner and bumps into... Chris Champion! The crowd cheers! The two men smile and shake hands!
Chris Champion: Rick! It's been a while! How's it going?
Rick Majors: Good, good. Retired, married, living in the suburbs, all that boring stuff. You know how it is.
Chris Champion: True, true. Good to see you Rick!
Rick Majors: Same here man. Nice speech out there Champ.
Chris Champion: I do what I can. Yours wasn't so bad either.
The two old friends laugh as they walk down the hallway together, sharing some laughs and a few old stories.
AJ: Rick Majors and Chris Champion reminiscing about old times backstage!
BT: Argh. It''s just so sweet. I'm getting a tooth ache!
Back at ringside, slowy the lights dim as the fans cheer the video screen showing highlights of Tanya Black wrestling.
Buddy you're a boy Make a big noise playin' in the street Gonna be a big man some day You got blood on your face, ya big disgrace Kicking your can all over the place We will, we will rock you (ha ha) We will, we will rock you (C'mon)
At that moment the lights come on in a flash and standing onstage is Tanya Black looking out across the arena. The fans give off a mixed reaction as the music keeps playing her walk to the ring slow but steady, no uncertainity in her body language.
Keep the beat up, why, I'm gonna turn your heat up Gonna get you on the floor, gonna burn your feet up, ah Rockin' you, like I've never rocked you before Like the way I do, got your screaming for more We're causin' utter devastation When we're stepping to the place And better believe that you can see We're gonna rock and never stop And here we go again Hit you with the flow again Kick it up the second time around We’ll bring it on again - shout it out
Tanya: That's enough. Cut My Music!
With that the song ends as Tanya climbs into the ring dancing around and looking pleased with herself.
Tanya: This is the 5th Anniversary of NLCW Avulsion! That means that THE premier Diva had to show up! I am a two-time Diva of the Year winner and the most decorated Diva in NLCW History! For three years I was here making history on Avulsion. I got my ass kicked and I kicked ass.
The fans cheering at the reminders of her many battles over the year, Tanya indulges them for a minute.
Tanya: I also witnessed a lot of other great battles so tonight even though I left with some bad feelings from the front office, and even though I missed the first couple years of Avulsion I HAD to return and let everyone know that I still consider it an honor to have spent 3 years adding to that wonderful history and hopefully I'll be back for a ten-year anniversary show. Now I'm going to the back to find some cake, some wine, and Chris Champion who's watching my date for me so we can celebrate ALL NIGHT LONG!
With that Tanya Black leaves as her music plays the fans cheering as she shakes hands with the fans and bows in respect to the ring where she shed so much blood, sweat, and tears.
AJ: Now let's take look at a classic Tanya Black match.
BT: This one was brutal!
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NLCW CLASSIC MATCH
Blood Money
Challenge
Tanya Black VS.
Kindred London
Hanging Match
February 2nd, 2006
LW: The following contest is an old time hanging match!! AJ: I been dreading this all day. BT: Tanya wanted it, so Kindred is providing. You Don't Know Me At All by Lillian Garcia plays as the video screen springs to life showing the words Tanya Black and footage of Tanya wrestling while the main lights dim and a spotlight appears on the stage. Emerging from the curtain Tanya smiles and points at the fans with one hand as she carries the briefcase in the other. LW: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, she is "The People's Choice, she is Tanya Black!!! Walking down to the ring with the spotlight staying on her Tanya Black shakes hands with the fans who are cheering for her and some chanting her name. Eventually Tanya Black climbs through the ropes and stops in the middle of the ring. Tanya Black points to the heavens as the lights come back on. Holding the briefcase of money above her head the fans chant "Blood Money" before Tanya then hands it off to the referee. Climbing the nearest turnbuckle Tanya urges the fans to start getting louder. Each turnbuckle and thus section of the audience in turn gets this ritual as the fans reach a frenzied level of cheering. Finally Tanya Black turns her focus to the ring and her match. AJ: Tanya’s lost it, Brian. BT: Tell me something I don’t already know! AJ: My penis curves to the left…. BT: Ooohh-kay…..moving on…here comes the Canadian/American Champion! "I'm Gunnin' For Ya...." Seconds past.... If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now) 'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah) I'm just a Soul Survivor.... Kindred London then appears on the entrance ramp. . as the blue lights dim down all the way. A big white spotlight falls on London . . as it tracks his every move. London begins dancing a bit before mid-way on the ramp. London smacks some of the fans hands as they jump up and down excitedly in approval. He finally gets to the ring apron. LW: Introducing first, residing in Atlanta, Georgia,... weighing in at 223 pounds, the "Innovata Of Xtreme",.....Kindred London!! .....Tonight I can't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah) First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy) Road Trip ya--I'm trafficking in the white Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah) He grabs the top rope as he steps up,...he then hops over the top of the rope . . and lands on his feet. While Tanya begins to climb the eight foot ladder set up in the center of the ring, London claps a bit before turning to one of the near turnbuckles as he stands high almighty on the second turnbuckle with the belt raised above his head. He hops backward onto his feet and turns to take a dropkick to the face from off of the eight foot ladder set up in the ring. AJ: Lambert is at ringside, Brian. BT: They are tag partners, after all. The champ is on his feet and arm drags Tanya to the mat. She kips up to her feet and charges at the champ but ends up repeating what just happened and is arm dragged to the mat. Miss Black bails to the outside to catch her breath while London raises his hands above his head in victory. Lambert is on the apron and motions London over to the ropes for a conference. Referee Dave Youngman orders Lambert off the apron and Tanya slips back into the ring. Lambert drops back to the floor and the match is back in progress. AJ: Here we go again. Tanya jaws at London and the two lock up and London, who for once has the size advantage, tosses Tanya across the ring. Tanya crash lands on her left hip and rolls into the bottom rope. London instantly regrets his actions and approaches Tanya, hands pressed together while apologizing. Tanya uses Kindred’s conscience against him and drops him to his knees with a low blow. AJ: Nut Shot!!!! BT: And it’s perfectly legal, Aaron! Lambert leaps onto the apron while Miss Black climbs back to her feet. London is on his side, rolled into a ball and coughing while Lambert screams at Tanya. Miss Black points at Derrick and starts to tell him to get off the apron as she approaches him. Tanya grabs the top rope and uses it to slingshot Lambert into the ring. D-Lam is instantly on his feet when he is caught with a right hook to the jaw, staggering him backwards and into the corner. Tanya drives him completely into the corner with a dropkick to the sternum. Tanya charges in with a shoulder block to Lambert’s midsection, driving the air out of him. Tanya climbs onto the second rope, forgetting all about the American/Canadian Champion, and starts raining down right hands to the dome of Lambert. After the third blow, London saves his partner with a double sledge to the small of Tanya’s back. London lifts Tanya onto his shoulders and falls backwards with an Electric Chair drop. Lambert drops onto the mat and rolls under the bottom rope before remaining on the floor at ringside, dazed. Meanwhile, in the ring, London starts climbing the eight foot ladder before connecting with a guillotine leg drop from eight feet in the air. London pulls her to her feet before sending her into the ropes. On the rebound, he plants her face into the ladder steps with a drop-toe hold. Tanya rolls onto her back before continuing onto her stomach, holding her face, while drops of blood fall to the mat. She spits out a tooth while a bead of blood hangs from her bottom lip. Her forehead is cut just above the bridge of her nose connecting her eyebrows. AJ: London just busted her open! BT: Both Kindred and the referee are checking on her. AJ: She got a tooth knocked out man! From her seated position in front of Kindred, Tanya shows that she is able to compete by planting a finger into the eye of her opponent. Kindred back peddles, clawing at his face, thus allowing Tanya to make it back to her feet. From behind she takes him down again with a kick to the groin from behind. She is admonished by Dave Youngman but ignores the ref to take to the outside. She fishes under the ring and produces a fire extinguisher and a table, which she sets up outside the ring. Lambert tries to ambush her from behind but is caught, himself, from behind, by Frank Merritt. AJ: THE MONSTER IS AT RINGSIDE!!!! BT: WHY?! AJ: I don’t know but Merritt just flattened him with a Yakuza Kick to the back of the head! Tanya grabs a chair from a fan at ringside and enters the ring with both it and the fire extinguisher. London limps towards his opponent while outside the ring; Frank presses Lambert over his head before tossing him onto and through the table previously set up by Miss Black. The table explodes into splinters, showering a few of the fans with pieces of pressboard, before Frank stomps on the back of Lamberts head. AJ: Paybacks are a bitch! Inside the ring, Tanya tried to blind her opponent with the extinguisher but London avoided it by somersaulting forward and chop blocks Tanya’s left knee from the front. Tanya hits the canvas hard, shrieking in pain while clutching her leg in pain. London is back on his feet when he notices Frank outside the ring. Frank grins and points at London before pointing at Lambert, who hasn’t moved from the rubble that is the remains of the table. London’s head swivels in the direction of his partner and his jaw drops when he sees what has happened. London points at Frank and demands that Absolution’s Monster come back to the ring but he continues through the curtain and into the back. BT: London has gone to the outside to check on his partner. AJ: London may have injured her leg! Kindred rolls back into the ring and immediately stomps on the side of Tanya’s head. He pulls her up to her feet and locks her head between his thighs before hooking her arms behind her back. He lifts her up to a vertical position before dropping to his knees and driving her skull into the mat. BT: Tiger Driver! AJ: That was sick! London rolls out of the ring before throwing the apron back to scrounge under the ring. The fans are torn, unsure as to whether they should cheer or boo him as he pulls a long, imposing ladder out from under the ring. He slides it in under the bottom rope before ascending the turnbuckle. He takes a moment to size up Miss Black from his perch on the top rope before taking flight, twisting in mid-flight, and drives an elbow into the side of Tanya’s skull with a twisting senton elbow drop. The impact of the move keeps him grounded for a moment. BT: What a move! AJ: Lambert is trying to pull himself up; I bet he thinks he’s at a bus stop in Cleveland! BT: Do you think before you speak? AJ: Sometimes…… London slowly climbs to his feet before lazily making his way over to the taller ladder. It takes him a moment to get it set up; he almost drops it in the process, but succeeds in his quest to set up the fifteen foot ladder under the noose suspended above the ring. London drops a knee into the side her head, keeping her grounded, before leaping onto the second rope and asking the fans if they want Miss Black to be put “Out of Order?” They approve with a loud roar and London responds with a nod. Kindred drops back to the apron and stalks the downed Tanya Black. AJ: He’s pulling her to her feet, Brian. BT: He’s got her on his shoulders! AJ: But she slid off his shoulders in front of him – BT: And just planted him with the Party Crasher! The vibrations in the ring, stemming from the Asai ddt, causes the Ladder to topple. Fresh blood flows from the gash on her brow as she lies on her back, staring at the lights. Lambert has pulled himself to his feet and is pounding on the mat trying to rally his partner. London rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself up and onto his hands and knees while Tanya wipes some of the blood from her brow and licks a taste from off of her fingertips. Kindred summons strength from somewhere deep inside and forces himself to get to his feet. London stumbles towards her before pulling her up to her feet. In a flash, London drives the top of her skull into the mat with a ddt before pulling her up to her feet while he climbs to his. Kindred plants a knee just under her ribcage before reaching through her legs and grabbing her wrist. He hoists her up to his shoulders with a pump-handle lift and starts to climb the ladder. AJ: Kindred is looking to end it! BT: The whole premise of this match is wrong! This isn’t wrestling!!! And I will not commentate on the rest of it! The sound of Brian’s headset hitting the table is heard as he leaves the ringside area. AJ: My broadcast partner has just left! I agree, this chick needs help, but I’m not about to leave my duties to commentate on this match! Kindred has made it to the top of the ladder and has placed Tanya in the seated position on the top of said ladder. Tanya starts to fight back with a forearm shiv that nearly knocks him off of the ladder. Kindred hangs on and responds with a headbutt, busting her nose and drawing another shriek of pain as her nose begins to spew crimson fluid across her cleavage. Kindred reaches above her and yanks the noose around her neck. Just as she starts to realize her predicament and reaches up to pull the noose off, Kindred jumps backwards and kicks the ladder over, causing Tanya to drop a foot before the slack in the rope is pulled taught and her body is violently brought to a screeching halt. AJ: This is wrong on so many levels….. The ref signals for the bell and Kindred is scrambling to get the ladder set up. He flies up it and lifts her up, keeping her dead weight off of the rope as she has passed out. He struggles with the knot before carefully bringing her to the mat. The medics are already in the ring and push him aside, taking over from there. Lambert is in the ring and hands London his belt before they head to the back together. |
COMMERCIAL BREAK
As the show returns we are once again backstage. Rick Majors and Chris Champion are still at the catering table, swapping old stories and laughing.
Chris Champion: Ha ha ha! Classic! Hey, remember that time you convinced us it would be better to drive all night to our next show rather than try and find a hotel at 3am!?
Rick Majors: Oh yeah! And then you fell asleep driving and we almost ended up in a ditch!
Chris Champion: I'm shocked that we even lived through that trip!
The two start laughing again. Suddenly the laughter stops and they both turn to the left as someone walks up to the catering table. There is an awkward moment of silence as Champion and Majors are unsure how to respond. The camera pans over and you can see the third man is Ryan Coleman. The crowd explodes. The three men stare at one another for several moments. Finally the tension is broken as all three men smile and shake hands!
Rick Majors: Ryan Coleman! My God! I never thought I'd see you again!
Ryan Coleman: Rick Majors and Chris Champion! Fancy seeing you two old men around here!
All three men laugh again and they start talking rapidly to one another. Suddenly someone taps on Rick Majors' shoulder. Champion and Coleman immediately realise who it is. Majors senses their uncomfortable nature and turns around slowly. Suddenly he is standing face-to-face with Derrick Lambert. The crowd cheers again.
AJ: Wow!
BT: Derrick Lambert is here!
Majors seems stunned. He then reaches his hand out and shakes Lambert's! Champion and Coleman do the same!
Rick Majors: Well look at this... Higher Authority is back together!
Ryan Coleman: If only Ty Jones and Havoc were here to see this.
Chris Champion: Who!?
All four men laugh at the mention of the former Higher Authority members who have apparently fallen off of the face of the earth.
Derrick Lambert: I wouldn't miss this night boys, you know that!
Rick Majors: You know, I've been watching this show and you know what I saw tonight? They have Anarchy Inc... you know Anarchy Inc, right Derrick?
Champion and Majors give Lambert a dirty look. Lambert, a former Anarchy Inc. member, shrugs his shoulders.
Rick Majors: Anyway, they have Anarchy Inc. an AWARD for "Taking over Avulsion." I mean, who the hell votes for these awards?
Ryan Coleman: The fans, staff, wrestlers and alumni of No Limits Championship Wrestling.
Majors gives Coleman a look and then smiles.
Rick Majors: Thanks Ryan. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that we took over this show LONG BEFORE Anarchy Inc. was even an idea.
Chris Champion: You're right Rick. Do you think the production team could play that video?
All four men turn to face the camera man, as if speaking directly to the production team.
Ryan Coleman: It's okay... we'll wait.
Derrick Lambert: Did you find it yet?
The four men wait, hoping that the video will be played soon. After a brief delay the video starts to play.
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Higher Authority Avulsion
July 18th, 2004
Busta Rhymes featuring Ozzy Osbourne’s “This Means War (Iron Man Remix) is heard over a black screen. Then highlights of last’s nights 1NE Main Event are shown. Ty Jones is shown eliminating Matt Arren. Derrick Lambert is seen eliminating Dazz. Ty Jones is shown eliminating Ed Gesumaria. Derrick Lambert is shown eliminating Enigma. Lambert is then shown hitting Jason Stylez with a chair. Rick Majors is shown hitting Stylez with the “Major Impact.” He is shown hitting Stylez with a second “Major Impact!” Rick Majors is then shown eliminating Jason Stylez, gaining control of the NLCW. Jason Stylez is then shown being escorted from the ring, as Majors yells at him: “Get him out of here! This is Higher Authority’s ring now! You do NOT BELONG HERE!” Higher Authority is then shown celebrating. The screen goes back. One line, in white, is then shown on the screen: “The Reign of Higher Authority has Begun.” ”This Means War” continues to play: “Take a look inside, You can’t run and you can’t hide. If you cross my path, I'll make sure you feel my wrath. Give and you receive Cherish every breath you breathe Strangers on the wall Those who betray all must fall.” The six members of Higher Authority are shown on the screen as it fades to black. Then, the new Higher Authority Presents NLCW Avulsion logo is shown. POD’s “Boom” is heard as the new Avulsion intro is shown, prominently featuring Higher Authority members. Purple fireworks explode throughout the arena as Avulsion hits the air. The fans are on their feet, cheering. Suddenly “This Means War” is heard again, and the crowd starts to boo. The lights inside the arena start to flash off and on rapidly. Suddenly a light purple spotlight shines on the arena entrance way as the lights continue to flash off and on. As Busta Rhymes shouts “THIS MEANS WAR!” Higher Authority walks out through the entrance, en mass. The crowd erupts in boos. As the drum beat kicks in, Higher Authority walks down the ramp, as the crowd boos and chants very impolite things at them. Rick Majors, Derrick Lambert, Havoc, Ty Jones, and Ryan Coleman stand outside of the ring and they look out at the crowd. This gains even larger boos from the audience. Someone throws some garbage at them. The five men smile. They then enter the ring one-by-one. Rick Majors picks up a mic. MAJORS: Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to welcome you to NLCW Avulsion, a HIGHER AUTHORITY PRESENTATION! The crowd boos. MAJORS: I, of course, am your new NLCW President, Rick Majors! Now, tonight we have a lot of important business to take care of, so I would like to start that right away. First of all, I would like to introduce everyone to the new NLCW Board of Directors, as appointed by myself, NLCW President. We have, to my right, the Vice President of the NLCW, Derrick Lambert. We have, to my left, the new NLCW Treasurer, Ty Jones. I would also like to introduce you to the new NLCW talent relations officer, Havoc and the new NLCW director of marketing, Ryan Coleman. Now, moving on to our next piece of business…” 'Feel so numb' by Rob Zombie kicks in emphatically as the crowd rise to their feet, knowing what is to follow. There's a slight delay but finally Chris Champion appears from the black curtain as a 'Prepare to be Educated!' slogan flashes across the screen. Green and red fireworks explode on the ramp in an 'X' formation as Chris Champion stares around at the crowd out of disgust. In turn, they boo in response as he proceeds to trot down the aisle. He carefully makes his way around the ring before climbing the ring steps and ducking under the second rope. Champion then proceeds to give the crowd a quick twirl before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and raising both hands above his head and posing accordingly. Higher Authority smiles and they all shake hands with Chris Champion. MAJORS: “Now I know what you are thinking, Chris Champion is suspended. But, as President of the NLCW, I am lifting that suspension effective immediately! And along with that, I would like to introduce you to the new NLCW human relations officer, Chris Champion!” The crowd boos as Majors continues to speak. MAJORS: “Now, those of you watching at home may have noticed that there is currently no commentary during this show. Well, that is because we have fired those old, inadequate commentators who loved to insult Higher Authority so much. We have also fired lovely young Lucinda Welch, since she was pretty much useless as well. So now I would like to introduce you to your new commentators Ed Miles and Howard Jones! And your new ring announcer is Jason Riff!” The crowd boos even more as the three newest NLCW employees step through the curtain. Jason Riff walks down to ringside and he has a seat while Miles and Jones take their seats at the commentary table. MILES: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to NLCW Avulsion, brought to you by Higher Authority! I'm Ed Miles.” JONES: “And I'm Howard "Super Powered" Jones, the best damn commentator the world has ever seen!” MILES: “You know what? I did miss that! Well, we’re back! Thanks Rick!” JONES: “Speaking of Rick, Rick’s still speaking!’” MAJORS: “So now that we have our new administration and our new announcers, we can start the show!” LAMBERT: “And what a show it will be! Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we will show the world that Higher Authority knows how to put on a show! This episode of Avulsion will be greater than ANYTHING the old administration has ever done! How’s this for exciting? Tonight EVERY NLCW TITLE will be on the line!” The fans cheer despite their hatred for Higher Authority! LAMBERT: “In addition, myself, Rick Majors, Ty Jones, and Havoc will all be in action as well! Every member of Higher Authority would be competing tonight but, you see, Ryan Coleman was injured last night by Ed Gesumaria, so he will not be competing. And, of course, Chris Champion has not competed in two weeks, so he is not in proper ring shape right now, so he will not be competing.” MAJORS: “But to make up for that, Derrick Lambert and myself will be wrestling TWICE, in singles matches AND the Center of Attention will defend our titles tonight! But I know what you are all wondering: Who will Rick Majors be facing one-on-one? Well, last week we saw The Lokian return to the NLCW, courtesy of Higher Authority’s negotiating talents. So, even though I said he would never get the chance again, tonight The Lokian will receive a shot at MY Cruiserweight Championship! The crowd cheers at the matches lined up tonight, but the cheers soon turn to boos. MAJORS: “But that is enough talk, on to the show! Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you enjoy the first of many Higher Authority presentations of Avulsion!” The crowd boos as Higher Authority leaves the ring. _______________________________________________ Majors and The Lokian lock up. The Lokian grabs Majors and he Irish whips him across the ropes. The Lokian misses with a clothesline and Majors rebounds off the ropes. He goes for a clothesline of his own but The Lokian ducks it. The Lokian then hits Majors with a drop kick to the head! The crowd explodes! The Lokian then drops an elbow onto Majors! He then pulls Majors up and he Irish whips him into the corner! The Lokian charges at Majors and he hits him with a clothesline in the corner! The Lokian then throws Majors out of the ring! MILES: “The Lokian on fire right off the bat!” JONES: “Ummm… remember, Majors has wrestled once already tonight!” The Lokian follows Majors out of the ring. He pulls him up to his feet and he rams Majors head into the ringpost. He then throws Majors back into the ring! The Lokian returns to the ring and he goes after Majors, who is retreating now! The Lokian grabs him and he pulls him up, only to send him back down with a DDT! The Lokian then climbs to the top ropes! He faces away from Majors and he then leaps off of the ropes with a corkscrew moonsault! The Lokian then goes for the cover: 1…… 2…… Kick out by Majors! MILES: “WOW! What a move by The Lokian!” JONES: “AHEM! What about the great kickout by Majors?” The Lokian pulls Majors up to his feet again. The Lokian then sets Majors up for a suplex, but Majors blocks it! He then hits the Lokian with a suplex of his own! Both men are down now! JONES: “Nice move by the champ! GO RICK!” MILES: “But can Majors capitalize!?” Surprisingly, The Lokian is up to his feet first. He walks over to Majors, but Majors hits him with a chop block, taking his knee out! Majors then gets to his feet. He grabs The Lokian’s leg and drops an elbow right on The Lokian’s knee! From there Majors pulls The Lokian over to the ropes. He sets the Lokian’s leg up on the ropes and then drops an elbow on The Lokian’s knee! Majors then does the same thing again! The Lokian lays on the mat, holding his knee! MILES: “Majors really working on the knee here!” JONES: “He’s a smart man that Rick Majors!” MILES: “Oh SHUT UP! I mean, yeah, he’s our boss and he got us these jobs, but come on! Enough is enough!” Majors now pulls The Lokian up and he hits him with a DDT down to the mat. Majors then goes back to the Lokian’s knee, stomping on it. Majors then turns around and he hits “The Flash of Greatness” onto The Lokian! He then goes for the cover: 1…… 2…… The Lokian kicks out! Majors then pulls The Lokian up to his feet. The Lokian suddenly elbows Majors in the face! He then drops down and he hits Majors with a spinning leg sweep, knocking Majors off of his feet! The Lokian then hobbles over to the corner. He tries to climb the ropes, but his leg gives out on him! JONES: “SEE! Majors work on The Lokian’s knee paid off! The Lokian can’t use those high flying moves now!” MILES: “Yes, I see that…” Majors then stands up. He walks over towards The Lokian, but The Lokian leaps up and he kicks Majors in the head with his uninjured leg! The Lokian then stands up and he drops an elbow on Majors! He then pulls Majors up to his feet and he Irish whips him off of the ropes. Majors comes off of the ropes with a crossbody, but the Lokian drop kicks Majors in midair! The Lokian is holding his knee now and hobbling around, trying to get some feeling back into it. JONES: “The Lokian in control, but that knee is still bothering him!” The Lokian shakes the pain in his knee off and he hobbles over towards Majors who is just standing up. The Lokian grabs him and DDTs him down to the mat! The Lokian then goes for the cover: 1…… 2…… Kickout by Majors! MILES: “That was close!” JONES: “A little too close!” The Lokian stands up once again. He waits for Majors to get to his feet. As Majors does The Lokian hits him with a hurrananrana! The Lokian rolls through and he grabs Majors’ legs for the pin! 1……. 2…… JONES: “Kickout by Majors AGAIN!” Majors is still out on the mat. The Lokian drops and elbow on him again. He then climbs to the top rope! MILES: “Oh my! This could end it!” JONES: “NO! Rick! Move!” The Lokian leaps off of the ropes with a 450 splash! It connects! JONES: “Oh No!” MILES: “The force as knocked The Lokian down as well, and he’s not covering Majors! Both men are out on their backs!” JONES: “Come on Rick!” The referee starts to count: 1…… 2…… 3……. 4…… The Lokian is up! JONES: “NO!” MILES: “The Lokian is on his knees! All he has to do is get over to Majors and pin him” Suddenly Derrick Lambert runs down to the ring! The crowd erupts in boos! MILES: “DAMMIT! Get him out of here! The Lokian had that match won!” Lambert runs into the ring. The Lokian, still on his knees, looks at him in shock! Suddenly Lambert drops an elbow on Rick Majors! MILES: “WHAT!? Has Lambert turned on Majors!?” JONES: “NO! What is going on here!?” The referee calls for the bell. JASON RIFF: “Ladies and gentlemen, due to outside interference, your winner by disqualification, and STILL NLCW Cruiserweight Champion: Rick Majors!” Lambert smiles and he turns to The Lokian! He then pulls him up and hits him with a “Taste of Insanity!” He then throws The Lokian out of the ring! Lambert then helps Majors up to his feet! MILES: “What a scam! Lambert hasn’t turned on Majors, he just wanted to get The Lokian disqualified so Majors would win the match!” JONES: “Genius!” As Lambert helps Majors up, Ryan Coleman, Chris Champion, Ty Jones, and Havoc walk down to the ring. They grab Majors’ and Lambert’s titles and hand then to them. |
Rick Majors: That was a pretty good night. And nice job not showing the end.
Chris Champion: Yeah, no one wants to see that part.
Ryan Coleman: So why are we all just standing around!? We need to party Higher Authority style!
Derrick Lambert: Where are we gonna find the midgets at this hour!?
The four men laugh and walk off as NLCW Avulsion heads to commericial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a landmark night for NLCW Avulsion here tonight!
BT: And it's time to announce another Best in Avulsion History Award!
AJ: It's time to present the award for the Greatest Faction in Avulsion History.
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THE GREATEST FACTION
IN
AVULSION HISTORY:
A video package highlighting the history of The
Saints is now shown. Some of the Saints greatest hits are
shown, as the members of the Greatest Faction in Avulsion History are
shown beating opponents, winning titles, and making names for
themselves in the NLCW.The Saints Maize, Alex Jay, Isaac Reynolds, Sean Galen, Chris Logan, Enigma, Dillon Durst and others are show as the history of the Saints unfolds on the screen. The video package ends with the four men we saw at the opening of the show: Durst, Galen, Jay and Logan. They laugh as the promo ends. |
AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, different incarnations of the Saints have ruled this company for years.
BT: And they are ruling the awards here tonight.
AJ: Your right, a member of the Saints has been involved in every single award that has been presented.
BT: And if THAT does not show exactly how dominant this faction has been, I don't know what does.
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NLCW AVULSION CLASSIC MATCH
NLCW American Championship Souless VS. Mark Ray (c) Ladder Match May 30th, 2004 NLCW officials are seen carrying a ladder down the aisle. They place it in the aisle and walk away as the crowd cheers. AJ: Well, you know what that means! Right now the NLCW American Championship will be on the line! BT: I can’t wait for this match! I love ladder matches! AJ: Yeah, I’m sure that’s why they booked it, because YOU love ladder matches! BT: Hey, can’t I even make a comment without you getting all rude with me? A spotlight focuses on the ring, showing the skyhook that the NLCW American Championship will soon hang from. Suddenly the lights go out in the arena. An “S” appears on the NLCW Tron and orange lights on each side of the ramp start flashing all the way up to the top. An explosion of fireworks goes off, and “Seek 'n' Strike” by Soulfly hits over the PA system. All of the arena is flashing orange as Souless steps out on the stage. He walks down the ramp way, passed the ladder in the aisle, and jumps onto the ring apron. He flips himself over the top rope, and stares at the entrance ramp, awaiting Mark Ray’s arrival. AJ: Souless sure looks ready for this match! BT: He’ll have to be, ladder matches are dangerous! LW: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a Ladder Match for the NLCW American Championship! The crowd cheers. LW: Introducing first, currently in the ring, the challenger, weighing in at 218 pounds and at a height of six foot two, from Rio De Janiero, Brazil, SOULESS! The crowd boos and Souless is introduced. Souless continues to stare up the ramp. AJ: This man is INTENSE! Suddenly, a "1 to 3" countdown opens on the big screen. As soon as it's over the huge pyro explodes on the stage and "King of my world" by Saliva booms in the arena. "The Punisher" Mark Ray appears backward. He quickly spins around and stop to face the crowd. He walks down the ramp, passed the ladder. He ignores all the people and just makes a little "Shoo" cocky move with his hand. He slowly climbs the steel steps and walk on the edge of the ring. He spins and lets him fall on the rope. He looks in the crowd and just smiles when he sees a insult written on a sign. Mark Ray passes between the ropes and gets in the ring to taunt but all he receives is a enormous amount of heel heat. AJ: Well, the crowd sure doesn’t seem to like Mark Ray either. BT: Did you expect otherwise? LW: And his opponent, he is the NLCW American Champion: weighing in at 244 pounds and at a height of six feet tall, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, he is “The Punisher” Mark Ray! AJ: Conspicuous by her absence is Jade, Mark Ray’s manager. BT: I heard that Ray wanted to go at it alone on this one. The crowd boos again as Ray stands in the ring. They however start to cheer as the referee takes the NLCW American Title away from Mark Ray. He holds it up to the crowd and then straps it on to the skyhook. The crowd cheers as the belt is raised into the rafters. Both men watch the title rise up. The bell rings and the men shift their attention towards each other. AJ: These two men look so intense! BT: I bet you’re going to say “intense” at least two or three more times this match. AJ: Shush. Watch the damn match. The two men meet in the middle of the ring. Mark Ray points to the belt above the ring and motions towards his waist. Souless just stares at him. Ray smiles and he suddenly slaps Souless across the face! AJ: Ouch! This is gonna get rough! BT: And INTENSE! AJ: *Sigh* Souless glares at Ray, who smiles at him with a cocky look on his face. Ray chuckles and attempts another slap. Souless grabs his hand in midair. The crowd “ooohs.” Souless then elbows Ray in the face, sending him reeling. Still holding onto Ray’s arm, Souless elbows him in the head again. BT: Souless is not going to put up with the cocky attitude of Mark Ray! Souless then wrenches Ray’s arm. He then drives a forearm into Ray’s elbow. Ray falls to the mat in pain. Souless kicks Ray in the ribs. He then pulls him up from the mat. Souless Irish whips Ray across the ring. Ray hits the turnbuckle. Souless charges at him, but Ray ducks out of the way and Souless hits the turnbuckle hard. Souless stumbles out of the corner, and Ray hits him with a dropkick to the back of the head. Souless falls to the mat, near the ropes. Ray kicks Souless in the ribs, and Souless rolls to the outside. As Souless starts to stand up Ray runs off of the opposing ropes towards Souless. He then leaps over the ropes to the outside! Ray hits Souless with a flying crossbody! BT: Wow! AJ: What a move! Mark Ray stands up. He looks at the crowd with a cocky look on his face, as they continue to boo him. Ray then walks passed Souless and over towards the aisle. He walks over and picks up the ladder. Ray smiles and he folds the ladder and walks towards the ring. Ray slides the ladder into the ring and smiles. He turns to face the crowd, smiling still. Ray starts to taunt a member of the audience. Slowly Souless slides into the ring. AJ: As Mark Ray is taunting the crowd, Souless has gotten back into the ring! Ray turns around to face the ring. Suddenly Souless hits the ladder with a baseball slide, sending it crashing right into Mark Ray! AJ: I think that might teach Mark Ray to act so cocky! BT: I doubt it. Souless then slides out of the ring. He kicks Mark Ray. He then picks up the ladder and slams it down on Ray’s chest. Souless then slides the ladder into the ring himself. Souless enters the ring as well. He then stands up and pulls the ladder over towards the center of the ring. He then starts to set it up in the middle of the ring. Slowly Mark Ray starts to get up on the outside. AJ: Can Souless make it up the ladder before Ray gets in the ring? BT: I doubt the match will end this easily! Souless sets up the ladder, as Mark Ray slides into the ring. Souless sees this and he turns his attention towards Ray. AJ: Smart move by Souless, Ray would have stopped him for sure. Souless walks over towards Ray as he is starting to stand up. As Souless gets closer Ray hits him with a low blow! AJ: OUCH! BT: Hey, everything is fair in this match! Souless doubles over in pain. Ray gets to his feet and he hits Souless with a DDT. Ray then smiles and he walks over towards the ladder. He folds the ladder up and places it down on the mat beside Souless. BT: This won’t be good. AJ: What sick thing is Mark Ray planning here? Mark Ray pulls Souless up from the mat. He then sets him up in a double underhook position above the ladder. AJ: NO! He’s not going to try the Shotgun on the ladder!? BT: I think he is! Ray smiles and delivers a double underhook piledriver onto the ladder! AJ: OH MY GOD! Ray smiles, but he does not let go of the double underhook. He then stands up again, still holding Souless in position. AJ: No! He can’t do this again! Ray drives Souless’ face into the ladder one more time with a piledriver! BT: The Shotgun! AJ: That caused a concussion for sure! Ray stands up, smiling. A “Holy Sh*t” chant breaks out in the crowd. Ray looks down at Souless’ lifeless body and he kicks him off of the ladder. Souless rolls over, his face covered in blood. BT: That’s it! Souless is knocked out cold! Now all Mark Ray has to do is climb the ladder and take his title down. AJ: I believe you there. Ray smiles and he picks up the ladder. As he lifts it up blood is dripping off of it, onto the mat below. AJ: That’s a sick sight right there. BT: It sure is. Ray walks over towards the center of the ring with the ladder. He sets it up and starts to climb. AJ: He’s starting to climb and Souless hasn’t moved yet! BT: I told you, it’s over! Mark Ray is about halfway up the ladder. On the mat Souless slowly starts to move. AJ: How is Souless even moving after that!? BT: I’m not sure, but he won’t make it in time! Mark Ray continues to climb the ladder. He is two steps away from the top. He reaches up to grab the belt, but he can’t quite reach it. AJ: Ray’s gonna need to climb higher! BT: Ray could stop and recite a speech up there, Souless is NOT getting up! Ray climbs the final two steps. He stands on the top of the ladder reaching up for the title. Suddenly, Souless rolls into the ladder, shaking it! AJ: He might not be able to get up, but he just rolled into the ladder! Mark Ray is having trouble staying balanced! The ladder shakes as Souless rolls into it again! Suddenly, it starts to fall! The ladder collapses, crashing right on top of Souless! Mark Ray falls with the ladder, falling OVER the ropes to the floor outside! AJ: OH MY GOD!!! Mark Ray just fell over ten feet to the outside floor! BT: And Souless was just CRUSHED by that ladder! AJ: Complete anarchy out here! The crowd breaks into its second “Holy Sh*t” chant of the night as both men lay on the mat. Souless starts to stir first. He pushes the ladder off of his body and crawls onto his hands and knees. Blood is dripping down his face, onto the mat. AJ: Souless is getting up, but what a mess he is. BT: I’m impressed he’s not still knocked out. Mark Ray has started to stir on the outside. Souless crawls over to the ropes and he uses them to stand up. AJ: Souless is on his feet! Souless slowly walks over towards the ladder and he picks it up. He leans it against the ropes, holding onto it to keep himself standing. BT: He’s standing, but barely. Souless then starts to drag the ladder towards the center of the ring. He sets it up. Mark Ray has started to stand up on the outside. Souless starts to climb the ladder. Mark Ray manages to stand up and he pulls himself into the ring slowly. AJ: Mark Ray is in the ring now, but Souless is already halfway up the ladder! Mark Ray is struggling to stand up, and Souless is only a step away from the top. Suddenly, Souless turns away from the title. He is standing with his back facing the ladder. AJ: Why did he stop climbing? Where is he looking? Mark Ray is on his feet now. Suddenly Souless leaps from the ladder! He catches Mark Ray’s head and he hits him with a flying DDT! AJ: OH MY!!! WHAT A MOVE! BT: AMAZING skill and timing there by Souless! Yet another “Holy Sh*t” chant starts as both men lay on the mat once again. AJ: A simply spectacular move, but was it worth it? BT: You’re right. Souless was near the top of the ladder, be probably could have grabbed the title before Mark Ray could stop him. AJ: Exactly! BT: Maybe all the blood loss got to him. The only thing let standing in the ring is the ladder. The blood on it is drying, but the pool around Souless’ face is not. Slowly Souless starts to move again. He gets up to his knees. He once again uses the ropes to get to his feet. AJ: How does he keep standing up? Souless walks over to Mark Ray, who is also trying to stand up. Souless then sets him up for a powerbomb! AJ: Retribution for the Shotgun earlier? BT: I don’t think Souless can do anything more vicious than that Shotgun. AJ: That flying DDT was close. BT: It sure was. Suddenly, Mark Ray drops to his knees and he hits Souless with another low blow! He then stands up and he hits Souless with a Brainbuster DDT! AJ: OUCH! Ray then slowly gets back up to his feet, and he stumbles over towards the ladder. BT: Souless’ flying DDT from earlier could end up costing him the match is Ray can grab the title here! Ray walks over and he starts to climb the ladder. Souless is now starting to stand once again. Ray is a few steps up the ladder when Souless starts to stand up. Souless drags himself over to the ladder and he starts to climb! AJ: It could be a race here! But Mark Ray has a headstart! BT: But Souless is a few inches taller! Both men keep climbing. Mark Ray is a step from the top, and Souless is two rungs behind. Souless then punches Mark Ray in the chest from across the top of the ladder! Souless then climbs up a step and he grabs Mark Ray in a headlock! AJ: No! He won’t! BT: Could we see The Downstroy here!? Souless then drops off of the ladder, pulling Mark Ray down with him! The two men crash on the mat, Souless hitting Ray with a DDT! The ladder falls with them. “Holy Sh*ts” fill the arena again! AJ: HOLY SHI… BT: WOW! AJ: The Downstroy from the top of the ladder! We’ve seen it all here now! Souless slowly gets to his feet, his face still covered in blood. He then sets up the ladder. Souless starts to climb. AJ: Crimson mask and all, Souless is on his way to the title. Mark Ray rolls over on the mat. He kicks the ladder with his foot from the mat. AJ: Mark Ray can’t stand, but he’s trying to kick the ladder over! BT: Similar strategy worked for Souless earlier! The ladder starts to shake as Mark Ray kicks it, but Souless is a step from the top. He reaches up, and grabs the title, but he can’t get it loose! Mark Ray kicks the ladder again, and it falls over! AJ: Mark Ray has knocked the ladder over! BT: But Souless is still hanging onto the belt! Mark Ray slowly sits up, pushing himself back towards the rope for support. He slowly starts to struggle to his feet. Souless is still hanging from the title, unable to get it down! Mark Ray is on his feet! He picks up the ladder! BT: MARK RAY IS UP! HE’S GOT THE LADDER! Ray grabs the ladder by the bottom and he stands underneath Souless! He then uses all his might to push the ladder up, throwing at Souless! Ray collapses from the effort, as the ladder smashes into Souless! AJ: Mark Ray just hit Souless with the ladder and he collapsed! The force of the ladder knocks Souless down from the skyhook, right on top of the ladder! BT: SOULESS GOES DOWN! AJ: HE’S GOT THE TITLE WITH HIM! SOULESS WINS THE MATCH! Souless lays on top of the ladder, clutching the title to his chest! All he can do is breathe deeply and bleed as “Seek 'n' Strike” plays throughout the arena! LW: And the winner of this match and NEW NLCW American Champion: SOULESS! AJ: SIMPLY AMAZING! Both men lay on the mat, exhausted from the match. The crowd stands on its feet and roars its approval for the effort the two men put in tonight. BT: What a match! AJ: Listen to the crowd! Both these men were booed when they walked in, and now listen to the cheers. BT: The crowd may not like these guys, but they respect what they did in that ring tonight! Slowly Souless manages to get to his feet, using the ropes. He stands, covered in blood, holding the NLCW American Championship as the referee raises his arm in victory. |
AJ: We've have had some great matches on Avulsion, haven't we Bryan?
BT: We definitely have, and that match was one of the best.
AJ: It was the first ladder match in Avulsion history and it definitely set the bar high for future matches!
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NLCW AVULSION CLASSIC MATCH
AJ: Fans,
coming up next, the Tag Team Championship is on the line, as the Saints
battle . . . EACH OTHER!
LW: The following contest is scheduled for
one fall and is for the NLCW Tag Team Championships!
The lights go out as purple and blue lights start to
flicker at the entrance and ramp. Smoke starts to billow around the
entrance as a voice speaks "IN A WORLD OF FALLEN ANGELZ, I'M CONSIDERED
A SAINT" as "Heartache Every Moment" by H.I.M. hits and Enigma and
Blair walk through the smoke and stands there till raining pyro falls
down behind him. He walks down the ramp and leaps up onto the ring
apron in one jump. They climb the top rope and climbs it and does a
moonsault off of it and lands on his feet.NLCW Tag Team Championship Enigma & Blair VS. Chris Logan & Dillon Durst (c) Standard Tag Team Rules September 8th, 2005 LW: Introducing first, from B.C. New Jersey, he is the reigning NLCW Cruiserweight Champion, Enigma and Blair!!!!! He runs over to a corner and climbs it and throws his arms in the air as the wave of camera flashes cover him. He jumps down and runs over to the opposite side and does the same thing. He jumps down and removes his coat and hands it to the ringside person and sits on the top rope waiting. AJ: Enigma and Blair, tagging for the first time ever here The lights dim and the crowd rumbles with anticipation as the eerie beginning notes of "The Remix" signal the coming of Chris Logan. Spotlights float around the crowd until pyro erupts simultaneously with the song, driving the fans into a frenzy as Logan's name is chanted with dislike. LW: and their opponents, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, and Baltimore, Maryland, they are the NLCW Tag Team Champions, they are Chris Logan and Dillon Durst!!! Chris Logan makes his way through the curtains behind him walks Dillon Durst, With him he holds the Canadian flag tied to a Kendo stick. Chris Logan makes his way down the ramp way and slowly walks up the steel steps and slowly walks down the apron then pauses when reaching the middle. Logan begins to wave the flag. The building rumbles with dislike as they slowly enters the ring and walks towards a corner where he drops the flag. The official approaches Logan and checks him for any illegal weapons. AJ: Why is Logan calling Blair to the ring! BT: I guess it's going to be Blair and Logan who are going to start this match off! It's going to be great to see Logan back in action. AJ: He's more of an asshole since the last time we've seen him. Enigma makes his way to the corner as Durst pats Logan on the shoulder. Logan begins to smile as he locks up with Blair. Blair tries her best to shove Logan to the corner but Logan tosses her across the ring! Blair crashes to the mat and rolls back to her feet and charges Logan but Logan connects with a drop toe hold then quickly gets to his feet and begins to smile. Blair gets frustrated and slowly gets to her feet. The two then begin to circle the ring and they lock up. Blair quickly drills her knee into the gut of Logan. A surprising blow has Logan staggering back. "SMACK!" Blair follows with a smack across the face that can be heard to the parking lot! Logan staggers back, Blair cocks her hand back once more for another slap but Logan ducks underneath and grabs a hand full of hair and pulls down on it dropping Blair to the mat! Logan still holding the side of his face from the smack, the official gets in Logan's face but Logan shoves the official and picks Blair up to her feet and whips her to the ropes. As Blair bounces off the ropes, Enigma pats her on the shoulder making him the legal man! AJ: No more smiles for Logan! Enigma leaps over the top rope and the two begin to exchange blows! Enigma the quicker wrestler goes to work on Logan as he quickly whips him to the ropes. Logan bounces off the ropes and nails a running shoulder take down. Blair extends her hand. She stares Logan down, Logan blows her a kiss and begins to kick Enigma across the ribs! Logan lifts Enigma up to his feet but Enigma breaks free and kicks Logan in the gut. Logan staggers back and gets a fist across the skull! Enigma begins to drill his elbow to the temple of Chris Logan. Logan quickly staggers to his corner, Durst smacks Logan on the back and quickly enters the ring. Durst quickly gets to work and takes Enigma down with a huge clothesline. Durst quickly makes his way towards Blair but Enigma quickly gets to his feet and clotheslines Durst to the back of the head! Enigma quickly lifts Durst to his feet and nails a snap suplex but Enigma doesn't release the hold just yet. Enigma goes for another but Durst takes his cheap shots to the ribs and breaks the hold. Enigma staggers back as Durst goes for another clothesline but Enigma ducks underneath and quickly spins Durst around and gets in position for a Hurricanrana and connects! AJ: Enigma is unstoppable tonight! BT: I'm kinda worried for Logan and Durst! Enigma slowly gets to his feet and looks towards Logan. Logan spits but misses Enigma! As Enigma charges Logan, Logan drops off the apron and staggers back. Enigma climbs the ropes and calls Logan in but Logan stands outside and smiles. Enigma slowly turns around and spots the official checking up on Durst. Logan then finds the opportunity and grabs Enigma by the boots and takes him down to the ground then reels his jewels to the ring post! Logan's name is chanted with hate but it only makes Logan smile. Blair quickly gets into the ring and bounces off the ropes and hits Logan with a baseball slide! Logan goes crashing onto the barricade! The crowd goes ape shit for Blair as Logan grabs his head in pain. Durst slowly gets to his feet and finds the opportunity to take advantage over Blair. Durst shoves the official. Enigma slowly gets to his feet. Durst spins Blair around, 360, "CRACK!" ENIGMA NEARLY TAKES DURST'S HEAD OFF WITH THE DEVASTATING SUPERKICK! The crowd begins to chant, "ENIGMA!......... ENIGMA!........ ENIGMA!" AJ: He's pulling out all the stops here. He has to worry about Blair! BT: Is Durst and Logan ok? AJ: Shut up! Blair gets to her corner as Logan slowly gets to his feet and climbs the apron. Enigma slowly lifts Durst up to his feet and whips him to the ropes but Durst reverses the Irish whip. Enigma bounces off the ropes only to be taken down by Logan who drills his knee to the back of Enigma! Enigma drops on both knees. Durst tags Logan. Logan leaps over the top rope and lifts Enigma and kicks him in the gut and sets him up for a Belly to Belly! Enigma delivers a head butt but Logan lifts Enigma high over his head for the Belly to Belly suplex! Blood runs down Logan nose. The official quickly checks on Logan. Logan grabs the official by his white shirt and wipes the blood then shoves the official. Logan kicks Enigma across the face and begins to shout, "GET UP!" Logan lifts Enigma up to his feet and chops him to the corner. Logan lifts Enigma up the top turnbuckle and slowly looks over to Blair and gives her a little wink then climbs up after. Blair quickly makes her way into the ring and charges towards Logan, "CRACK!" Durst takes Blair down with a dangerous clothesline! Logan sets Enigma up for T-bone Suplex! BOTH MEN GO FLYING ACROSS THE RING AND BOTH MEN GO CRASHING ONTO THE MAT! AJ: I must say that no one can execute that better then Logan! BT: Will that be enough? Logan quickly hooks, the leg, "ONE.... TWO..... NO!" Enigma kicks out! Durst extends his arm as Logan rolls across the ring and tags Durst. Logan quickly picks Enigma up to his feet and ties Enigma's arms onto the top rope. Durst nods at Logan. LOGAN AND DURST NAIL A DOUBLE SUPERKICK! The crowd goes ape shit as Enigma goes half way over the top rope but comes back down due to being tied down. Blood rushes down his lip as Logan makes his way to his corner. Durst walks over to Enigma and smacks the tied down Enigma across the face! Blair extends her arm as Enigma tries to break free but can't. Durst quickly bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Enigma breaks free and grabs Durst by the back of the head and tosses him to the outside. Enigma rolls across the ring holding his face in pain and tags in Blair. The crowd goes ape shit for Blair as he quickly climbs the turnbuckle. Logan quickly makes his way into the ring but the official pushes Logan back. Blair slowly turns her body around and catches air and nails a huge drop kick taking Logan down to the mat! AJ: Something we haven't seen from Blair all night! BT: GET UP LOGAN! Durst slowly gets to his feet and rolls into the ring. Chris Logan rolls out the ring grabbing his head in pain. Blair begins to work on Durst with thundering stomps across the back area. Blair lifts Durst to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Blair charges Durst and goes for a clothesline but Durst doesn't even move. Suddenly Logan makes his way into the scene and spins Blair around, "SMACK!" LOGAN SMACKS BLAIR! Blair turns around dazed, "BROKEN!" DURST NAILS THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT! Blair's head bounces off the mat as the arena boos Logan and Durst. Logan spits out to the crowd as he makes his way back to the corner. Durst drops to his knees and hooks the leg, "ONE..... TWO.... THRE!" NO! Enigma breaks up the cover! Enigma lifts Durst to his feet and nails a drop kick to the front of the face. Durst goes staggering back into the corner. Enigma charges towards Durst and gets an elbow to the skull! Enigma staggers back. Durst goes for a clothesline but Enigma ducks underneath, Durst turns around and is lifted in a Death Valley Driver position! As the official checks on Blair Logan quickly charges towards Enigma but with Durst on his shoulders manages to kick Logan away. Logan staggers back but quickly reaches into his tights! Logan then blinds Enigma with a hand full of powder! AJ: Are you serious? This bastard is cheating his way to a victory! BT: This show would be great if we had more people like Logan! Enigma drops Durst to the mat and staggers back. Throwing his hands all across the air the official leaves his position with Blair and shoves Logan to his corner. Durst slowly gets to his feet as Logan reaches out for a tag. Durst slowly crawls over to Logan and makes the tag. Enigma stands in the middle of the ring swinging his hands. The official looks confused and looks towards Logan. Logan shouts, "I don't know what happened!" Logan slowly sneaks behind Enigma and calls for "The Hangover!" Logan has it applied! Logan goes for the belly to back but somehow Enigma manages to flip over! Enigma lands on two feet and now is able to see. Logan slowly turns around, "CRACKED RIBS!" Enigma counters with an earthquaking SPEAR! Logan screams in pain as Enigma slowly gets to his feet and hooks the leg, "ONE......... TWO........ THRE!" Durst breaks the cover! The hurt Blair rolls to the outside and now it's a two on one! AJ: I thought Enigma had it! BT: I agree! Durst makes his way to his corner as Logan slowly rolls to his stomach and slowly lifts himself up. Enigma slowly gets to his feet and picks Logan up and quickly whips him to the ropes. Logan bounces off the ropes, "CRACK!" Enigma nails a running enzguri! Logan is stopped dead in his tracks and is laid out! Enigma slowly gets to his feet and quickly lifts Logan to his feet. Enigma tosses Logan to his corner and begins to work on Logan with lighting quick jabs then catches Durst several times across the temple! Enigma is heated. Suddenly Logan rams his finger into the eyes of Enigma! Enigma staggers back. Logan sets Enigma for the Standing Suplex! Logan has Enigma high into the air! Blood begins to rush to his head. Logan then drops and brings Enigma down along with him! Both men are laid out. Logan slowly places his arm into the air. It slowly drips onto the chest of Enigma, "ONE........... TWO........... THRE!" NO! Enigma kicks out! Durst is seen grabbing his head and Logan's eyes open wide to the surprise! Logan walks over to Durst and tag him in. Durst lifts Enigma up and sends him into the ropes and catches him for a tilt a whirl but Enigma lands on his feet and quickly nails Durst with a sto. AJ: Both me are down. BT: How much more can Enigma stand in this match? As Enigma stands in the ring, fighting Dillion, the Avulsion tron sparks to life. The face of The Vampyre Lestat is right up in the camera, blocking the view of anything around him. An odd music fills the air around him as he taps on the glass. Lestat: Hey Bucky…. Lestat looks to his right, then back to the camera. Lestat: Damn it Buck, pay attention when I’m talking to you, you don’t want to miss this. Lestat pauses a moment, allowing Enigma enough time to look at the screen. Lestat: Now, I told you a few days ago that you started something you weren’t going to be able to finish didn’t I? Well I’ve got a surprise for you Buck. No, it’s not Jase’s bear. It’s something better than that. Matter of fact, it was easier than it ever has been in the past. Lestat nods to the camera. Lestat: Yeah, it’s not the first time I’ve done this Buck. But for you it may be the first time. You see, I’m right here in your neck of the woods. And all around me, the sounds you hear are coming from some local carnival or fair, or whatever you want to call it. Something about me that you should know…I like carnivals Buck. Matter of fact, there’s not much of a better place in the world. The lights, the sounds, the rides, the shows… this is entertainment! But you see, I don’t like coming alone. Since Kat’s still in Texas getting ready for her match, and Dru’s still in the recovery process, I didn’t have much of a choice but to go out and find me someone to hang out with here tonight. So Buck….I’d like you to meet a new friend of mine…. Lestat stands up, the camera seeing the lights and buzzers behind him, and a small boy with his back turned. Lestat taps him on the shoulder and Jase turns around waving. Jase: Hi Daddy! Lestat is nothing but teeth as he grins to the camera with his hand on Jase’s shoulder. Lestat: You see Buck….I’ve told you this wasn’t a game you wanted to play with me. I told you that you wouldn’t beat me at it. I’ve become the best at what I do, and that is wage a war inside my opponent’s head. I don’t care what happens physically, whether I pin you or not….my win will be inside your head, forever. But for right now, I’d like to have some fun. So what I did was buy me and Jase here a couple of tickets for the House of Horror’s. Looks scary don’t it Jase? Jase shakes his head no as Lestat takes him by the hand and starts walking towards the ticket taker. He hands the man both tickets and he lets Lestat and Jase enter. The camera zooms up on the entrance as both disappear through the doors. A few moments go by and a scream is heard. Jase comes running out of the ride, a very visible wet spot between his legs as he runs away. Lestat comes out of the door, holding his hand over his mouth. He is bent over in a fit of laughter as he looks into the camera. The feed goes to static. AJ: What the hell was Lestat doing with Enigma's son Jase? BT: Who knows but its caught Enigma's attention. Just then Logan knees Enigma in the back and sends him onto the ring apron and then Blair from behind jumps on Logan's back and starts to try and choke him down to his knees but Logan flips her over hard and she slowly gets back to her feet and stumbles backwards into Logan who locks her in a tazzmission and then flips her over and nails a suplex and lets go of it. AJ: Oh my god. He just nailed the Highlight on a woman. BT: Blair's holding her stomach and ribs. Logan's done the damage here but why did he do it to his own friends woman? Logan stands over her and smiles as the crowd is in shock of what just happened. He turns around to nailed by Enigma with a flying clothesline off the ropes and sends Logan out of the ring. Durst gets up as Enigma stands up and Enigma turns around to be lifted onto Durst's shoulders and he swings Enigma who lands on his feet and nails a reverse ddt on Durst and both men are down. Amerie comes running down the ramp and slides into the ring and walks over to Blair and checks on her. Enigma forces himself up and into the corner as Amerie continues to check on Blair she stands up and turns to check on Durst but walks into Enigma who kicks her in the stomach and nails her with the "FAD" and the fans erupt. AJ: JESUS CHRIST that son of a bitch. He just nailed Amerie with the Fallen Angel Driver. BT: I'm getting confused to why the Saints are all attacking one another here. It went from a clean match to a war. No one's safe amongst the Saints. Durst stands up and Enigma runs at him and Durst backflips him over the top rope but Enigma lands on the ring apron as Durst stumbles away from the ropes as Blair gets to her feet and as Logan stands up on the ring apron and leaps over the top rope and catches Blair in a sunset flip as Enigma leaps from the ropes and catches Durst with a sunset flip himself and the ref looks at both pinfalls and counts. AJ: WAIT WHAT THE HELL IS HE COUNTING FOR?? BT: WHOA!!! 1..................... 2............................. 3..................................... The ref calls for the bell but looks at both Enigma and Logan and is confused on whom to declare the winner. AJ: He counted both Blair's and Dillon's shoulders down for the three but neither Logan nor Enigma are on the same team? BT: This is gonna be hard for the ref. I'd hate to be him right now in the ring. LW: The winners of the match......................... Just then "The Stroke" by Bill Squire hits and out walks James Rockingwell. He looks mad and has a mic. He lifts the mic to his mouth. JLR: Ok since there was two pinfalls in this match normally I'd let this match continue but I had an epiphany. For the first time in NLCW history the tag titles will change hands like this and this is the ONLY time it will happen. So let me set the record straight. The winners and NEW NLCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS CHRIS LOGAN AND ENIGMA!!!!!!!!!!! AJ: WHOAAAAAAAAAA!!!! WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!!!! BT: We got somewhat new tag team champions here tonight. Enigma whose checking on Blair with the EMT's looks at Rockingwell as the ref hands him one half of the tag titles and the other half to Logan whose checking on Amerie with Durst. Durst looks at Enigma and Logan and shakes his head as he leaves the ring and picks Amerie up and leaves through the curtain. Enigma and Logan look at one another and shake their heads at one another and leave the ring as Enigma walks with EMT's as they get Blair out of the arena. AJ: Fans, we'll be back. |
COMMERCIAL BREAK
AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of you for watching, not just tonight but for the last five years. You are why we do this. You are the reason NLCW Avulsion has become the success that it has.
BT: Watching these classic matches and hearing these legendary wrestlers come out and share their Avulsion memories has definitely been special.
AJ: We still have two more awards to annouce here tonight, the Greatest Male and Female Wrestlers in Avulsion History.
BT: And we have some more classic matches to show you. The next match we have to show you isn't just one match, it's a series of matches.
AJ: Violent A and Phil Castle battled in a Best of Five Series, with the NLCW World Heavyweight Championship on the line, and those five matches were some of the greatest matches this company has ever seen.
BT: Here are the highlights of those five outstanding matches!
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NLCW CLASSIC
NLCW World Heavyweight Championship Phil Castle VS. Violent A Best-of-Five Series ________________________________________________ February 10th, 2005 - Match One ________________________________________________ AJ: Ladies and Gentlemen, on Sunday Phil Castle got himself disqualified in his match with Violent A! BT: Come on! Castle had that match won! AJ: Then he shouldn't have used that low blow! Regardless, both men were upset with that decision on Sunday and so they both agreed to an NLCW first, a best of five series for the NLCW Heavyweight Championship! BT: Each of the first four matches will have a 30 minute time limit and if necessary the final match will take place at NLCW Bloodbath! AJ: The first man to win three matches will be named NLCW Heavyweight Champion! .............................................................................. Castle pulls Violent A up once again. Violent A struggles now! He reaches back and hits Castle with an elbow to the head! Violent A then hits another elbow! He now breaks free! Violent A spins around and he hits Phil Castle with a German suplex of his own! AJ: Violent A with a German suplex of his own now! BT: Both men are down now! The crowd is on their feet cheering now. Phil Castle gets to his feet first. He pulls Violent A to his feet. Suddenly Violent A rolls Castle up! AJ: A roll-up! BT: NO! 1....... 2....... 3! AJ: YES! BT: NO! AJ: Violent A wins round one! LW: Here is your winner of match one: VIOLENT A! AJ: What a match! BT: And that's just the first of five possible matches! ________________________________________________ March 17th, 2005 - Match Two ________________________________________________ BT: Top rope belly-to-belly! Violent A blocks the move! He now shoves Castle down to the mat! Violent A now stands up on the ropes. He now turns around to face the crowd. AJ: Violent and blocked it and now he looks like he's going for a moonsault! Violent A leaps off of the ropes with a moonsault! BT: Nobody's home! Castle rolled out of the way! Castle quickly slides on top of Violent A, hooking the leg and grabbing the tight! AJ: He's got the tights! BT: What!? Where!? 1...... 2...... 3! AJ: DAMMIT! ROBBERY! BT: Yes! YES! LW: Here is your winner of match two: PHIL CASTLE! AJ: He had the tights! BT: I saw nothing! It's all tied up now! ________________________________________________ February 24th, 2005 - Match Three ________________________________________________ Violent A now pulls Castle up. He now drags Castle over towards the side of the ramp. Violent A now sets Castle up for the Black Rain! AJ: NO! BT: HE CAN'T DO THIS! Violent A leaps off the the ramp, dragging Castle behind him! Violent A delivers the Black Rain off of the side of the stage, onto the floor over six feet below! AJ: OH MY GOD!!! "HOLY SH-T!" "HOLY SH-T!" "HOLY SH-T!" "HOLY SH-T!" "HOLY SH-T!" "HOLY SH-T!" BT: That's it! They're both dead! AJ: Neither man is moving here! BT: And the match still hasn't even started yet! ................................................................................................ Castle slowly gets to his feet! The EMTs rush at him, but Castle shoves them away! The crowd is exploding! Violent A turns around to see Castle in pursuit! Castle reaches up and he pulls off his neck brace! BT: WHAT!?!?!? Violent A starts to walk back towards Castle now! The two men meet up and they start punching each other! AJ: HOW ARE THEY DOING THIS!? Violent A gets the upper hand and he elbows Castle in the head! He now wearily grabs Castle and starts to drag him towards the ring! AJ: They're heading to the ring!?!? BT: How is this happening!? Why is this happening!? Stop them before they kill themselves! Both men are slowly making their way down to the ring, Violent A dragging Castle most of the way! They finally end up at ringside! Violent A throws Castle into the ring and he follows him in! Violent A collapses. Both men are knocked out on the mat as the bell rings! ................................................................................................ Violent A stands up and he walks over towards Castle. He now sets him up for another Black Rain! AJ: NO! BT: This will kill him! Castle blocks the move! He now grabs Violent A's head and rolls him up! AJ: A ROLL UP! 1....... 2....... 3! AJ: HOW DID HE DO THAT!? BT: YES! YESSSSS! LW: Here is your winner of match three: PHIL CASTLE! AJ: My God that was insane! Both men are down on the mat once again. The EMTs now rush into the ring. They return the brace to Castle's neck and bring in two stretchers for the competitors. AJ: That was completely crazy! BT: Those two men gave everything they had in that match! And they'll meet again next week! The EMTs quickly strap both men to stretchers and they begin to take them out of the ring. ________________________________________________ March 3rd, 2005 - Match Four ________________________________________________ Phil Castle charges at Violent A now! Violent A kicks Castle in the chest and he attempts the Black Rain once again! Castle blocks it and he hits Violent A with a back body drop! Castle turns around as Violent A gets to his feet. Castle grabs him and delivers a German suplex! Castle bridges himself into a pinning situation! 1...... 2...... 3! BT: YES! YES! YES!!!!! The referee calls for the bell as Phil Castle quickly slides out of the ring. Castle grabs the NLCW Heavyweight Championship and he holds it above his head! AJ: Oh my God ladies and gentlemen! BT: Let me say it! PHIL CASTLE IS YOUR NEW NLCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Lucinda Welch enters the ring with a microphone in her hand. The crowd is booing and jeering at Castle. Castle returns to the ring, holding the title on his shoulder. Violent A is sitting on the mat angrily. AJ: This series will NOT go to match five! BT: That's right! Phil Castle has defeated Violent A here tonight, winning the series three-to-one and winning the NLCW Heavyweight Championship! The referee stands beside Lucinda as she announces the winner: LW: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of match four: VIOLENT A! The series is now tied at two-a-piece! AJ: WHAT!? YES! BT: WHAT THE HELL!? NO WAY! CASTLE JUST PINNED VIOLENT A IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!! Phil Castle throws the title down to the mat! He charges at the referee and Lucinda, screaming at them! Suddenly a slow motion reverse angle replay appears on the screen: Castle turns around as Violent A gets to his feet. Castle grabs him and delivers a German suplex! Castle bridges himself into a pinning situation! Violent A twists himself, getting a shoulder up! Castle's shoulders are both down, in clear view of the referee! AJ: OHHHHH! As you can see right there, BOTH of Phil Castle's shoulders are down, while only ONE of Violent A's is down! Phil Castle was being pinned there, NOT Violent A! BT: NO! But... NO! Castle won! AJ: No he didn't! Violent A won fair and square! That angle we just saw was exactly what the referee saw, Phil Castle's shoulders were on the mat! Back to live action, Phil Castle now grabs Lucinda, setting her up for The End! AJ: NO! Violent A grabs Castle from behind! He now kicks him in the chest and delivers the Black Rain! The crowd explodes! AJ: VIOLENT A WINS! THE SERIES IS TIED! BT: But it's not over yet! The deciding match will take place next Sunday! ________________________________________________ MARCH 20th, 2005 - Match Five ________________________________________________ Violent A grabs his championship and he slides out of the ring, holding the title in the air! The crowd is on their feet chanting his name as Avulsion goes off the air! Violent A pulls Phil Castle to his feet now. He sets him up for another Black Rain! Phil Castle blocks it and he hits Violent A with a back body drop! As both men stand up Castle hits Violent A with a running diamond cutter! BT: A CUT ABOVE THE REST! Both men are down now. Phil Castle now drapes his arm over Violent A: 1...... 2...... AJ: VIOLENT A KICKED OUT! BT: WHAT!? NO WAY!!! Phil Castle stands up now. He pulls Violent A to his feet. Castle sets Violent A up for a suplex. Violent A blocks it! He now Irish whips Castle across the ring! As Phil Castle comes back Violent A attempts the Hatchet Execution! Phil Castle ducks it! He now hits Violent A with a dropkick! Phil Castle now pulls Violent A up, hitting with a snapmare takedown! Phil Castle now dropkicks Violent A in the head! AJ: Castle back in charge now! Phil Castle now sets Violent A up for a Northern Lights DDT! AJ: THE END! Violent A blocks it! He breaks free and hits Castle with a clothesline! Violent A now grabs Castle around the throat as he stands up! Violent A with a chokeslam now! Violent A now goes for the cover: 1...... 2...... AJ: And Phil Castle kicks out now! Violent A pulls Phil Castle up now. Suddenly Castle leaps up and hits Violent A with A Cut Above The Rest! BT: YES! YES! Phil Castle goes for the cover now: 1....... 2...... AJ: VIOLENT A KICKS OUT AGAIN! BT: HOW IN THE HELL!? Phil Castle pulls Violent A up now. Violent A hits Castle with a kick to the mid-section! He now sets him up for The Black Rain! Phil Castle with a back body drop! Castle now runs at Violent A! AJ: He got all of it now! BT: A CUT ABOVE THE REST! Phil Castle now goes for the cover: 1...... 2...... 3! BT: YES! YES!!!!! AJ: PHIL CASTLE HAS DONE IT! LW: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of match five and therefore winner of a series by a score of three-to-two, the new NLCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: PHIL CASTLE! BT: YES! GO PHIL! The referee enters the ring with the title. Castle grabs the title and he falls to his knees! Tears run down Castle's face as he clutches the NLCW Heavyweight Championship to his chest! AJ: PHIL CASTLE IS THE NEW NLCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! BT: WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A SERIES! Castle gets to his feet now. He clutches the title to his chest. Violent A is on his feet now, about to leave the ring. Phil Castle walks over to him. The two men stare at each other. AJ: This might not be over here! Phil Castle sneers and he sticks out his right hand. Violent A looks down at it. He begrudgingly accepts and shakes Phil Castle's hand. Violent A then turns and leaves the ring. AJ: What a great show of respect there! And don't get me wrong, these two are not friends, but they DO respect one another! BT: And we should ALL respect Phil Castle! Phil Castle wipes the tears from his eyes and he looks up towards the ceiling. Castle now raises the title above his head to a mixed reaction from the crowd. AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, what a hellish night we have had! Thank you for watching! We'll see you Thursday on Avulsion! BT: With our NEW NLCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION PHIL CASTLE! Good night! Castle clutches the title to his chest once again as the credits begin to roll. |
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NLCW AVULSION CLASSIC MATCH
Ethan Andrews VS. Sean Galen Standard Rules February 17th, 2005 The
scene focuses on Lucinda in the ring.. The crowd boos as Dillon Durst comes down the ramp, a bulky brace on his right knee and his Television Title in hand. He approaches the ring and holds his hands up as the referee yells at him some. Meanwhile in the ring, Andrews and Galen have gotten back up, but Andrews is the quicker, getting to his opponent first and driving him into the ground with a spear. He opens up from the full mount position with right hands and then stands back up and delivers a hard kick to the midsection of the prone Galen. AJ: Ethan back on the offense here.. and come on Dillon... BT: What? AJ: Heading over to Gothic Angel.. come on stay the hell away from her. BT: She can defend herself Aaron. Durst walks up to Gothic Angel and starts to put his hand on her. But she turns around and delivers a hard forearm to his face, drawing loud cheers. Durst puts his title belt on the ground and then runs right at Gothic Angel. She dodges around the ring steps, but Durst keeps pace... before he is sent into the announcer's table by a baseball slide by Andrews. AJ: THERE WE GO! Ethan coming to the aid of his woman.. Ethan pulls himself up and stands just inside the ring. He leans over and makes sure Angel is ok and then continues to yell at Durst. But he does so for too long... AJ: Andrews still giving Durst the business.. and Galen up now! Look out! BT: HA HA! Galen spins Ethan around and then drills him with The Equalizer. He scoots Ethan away from the ropes and hooks both legs. The referee drops into position and delivers the count. AJ: God no! The Equalizer! And now the cover! 1.... 2.... THREE! Dammit! BT: Got him! Sean finally gets his vindication! LW: Here is your winner.. Sean Galen! AJ: Thanks to Dillon Durst that is.. Durst finally gets back to his senses and comes to celebrate with Sean. The two embrace in the ring and then look to add more punishment to Andrews who has gotten up and is on his knees wondering what the hell just happened. But The Saints don't get a chance as the crowd comes to life. A man wielding Durst's Television Title comes into the ring and drills Dillon with the belt and then lays out Galen. AJ: Souless! Where the hell did he come from?! BT: Right from behind us! Came through the crowd! Get him out of there! Souless picks up Galen and tosses him into the ropes and then jams his skull into the mat with the Downstroy. Meanwhile the crowd continues to go crazy as Andrews sends Durst into the mat with the Northern Lights OUT. AJ: Right on the gold! Durst has paid for his interference in this match! BT: This just isn't right! AJ: You're correct there... Ethan should never have lost this match. The members of Absolution get back together and Gothic Angel checks on Ethan who assures her he is ok. Andrews delivers one more kick, this one to the rib cage of Sean Galen before the faces exit the ring to fanfare. AJ: And while Sean Galen picks up the win here this evening.. he certainly does not look like a winner. BT: A "W" is a "W"... what happens after the match is inconsequential. AJ: I guarantee this whole thing is not over. Not by a long shot. |
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NLCW AVULSION CLASSIC MATCH
NLCW American
Championship
Isaac Reynolds (c)
VS. Rick Majors
Standard Rules
May 3rd, 2008
The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of static
fills the arena. The static continues crackling throughout the
speakers. It gets louder. And louder. It starts to break up a bit,
becoming more and more disjointed, more and more fractured. Hisses and
pops fill the static now, making it almost unbearable to listen to. The
static gets louder and louder and louder. It finally reaches a breaking
point and stops suddenly. But quickly filling the silence is a burst of
guitars. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The drum beat pounds as
the guitars get louder. The crowd begins to rise. As the extra guitars
kick in on the song, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the
spotlight directly on him and no one else. Majors pauses in the
entrance way for a moment, looking out towards the crowd.["I’ll tell you now you can’t win this"] Majors stands at the top of the ramp, soaking in the applause of the crowd. ["'Cause you're way too slow"] Majors then slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him. ["I’ll tell you now I’m gonna take this"] Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron, acknowledging their applause. ["Did you come here to watch me, watch me burn!?"] LW: Ladies and gentlemen, weighing in at 206 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is an NLCW Hall of Famer and the longest reigning champion in NLCW history: Rick "The Impact" Majors! He enters the ring, still only lit by the spotlight. He then stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd.. The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, awaiting his opponent. AJ: This is one of the biggest matches with have seen on Avulsion in a long time. BT: And not just because of the record on the line but because we have one of the biggest names in wrestling and also one of the fastest rising names in wrestling going at it. The lights in the arena dim down to a hazy dark blue that shrouds the fans. The crowd goes goes almost silent with the shock but then In The End by Linkin Park hits and the video of 'The Reality' Isaac Reynolds lights up the arena. As the first monotone notes of the music burst out the crowd begin their boos and jeers to show their distain for the member of Anarchy Inc even before he has walked out onto the stage. It starts with One thing, I dont know why It doesnt even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme To explain due time All I know Through the chorus of boos the music still blares out and 'The Reality' Isaac Reynolds emerges onto the stage with great arrogance in his stride. Holding the American title over his shoulder and allowing the tail of his Black leather trench coat to sway slightly he poises himself and takes in the animocity from the crowd. Time is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings Watch it count down till the end of the day Clock ticks life away Its so unreal You didnt look out below, Watch the time go right out the window Tryn to hold on Didnt even know, I wasted it all Just to watch you go Finally the massive figure of Reynolds begins his walk down the ramp. Looking at the fans through his Sunglasses and the thick blue haze Isaac seems to ignore ever scream and insult from the fans and walks straight to the ring. I kept everything inside And even though I tried It all fell apart What its meant to be Will, eventually be, A memory of a time, Isaac walks up the steel ring steps and onto the apron. Stepping through the ropes he continues to ignore the jeering fans. In the ring he scales one of the turnbuckles and raises his American Title to them as if to taunt every single fan. When I tried so hard and got so far But in the end, it doesnt even matter... I had to fall, to loose it all... But in the end, it doesnt even matter... Isaac gets down off the turnbuckles and turns to the referee, handing over his title and taking off his trench coat and sunglasses before handing them over aswell. Isaac stays in the ring and does some mild stretching as his music quietens and the lights return to normal. The referee walks over to Rick Majors and shows him the title before handing it out of the ring. AJ: This is the culmination of a 42 week marathon title reign for Isaac Reynolds, he has the chance to surpass the record of Longest Title Reign by beating its current holder, Rick Majors. BT: For Rick Majors this is a chance to take something valued from The Saints and defend his own record. The referee checks that both of the competitors are ready and finally signals for the bell. Reynolds, eager to finish the match before it has even started, strides out of his corner towards Majors and immediately lashes out with a clothesline. Majors has enough presence about him to duck and rush forward under the arm of the American Champion. Reynolds turns on the spot and throws a right handed haymaker at Majors’ head but again Majors dodges the blow. In a rabid rage, Reynolds continues to throw shots and is desperate to knock Majors to the mat but cant as Majors ducks and dodges until Reynolds gives up. AJ: The speed of Majors is too much for Reynolds. BT: Reynolds didn’t look too slow. Seeing an opportunity to finally attack, Majors fires a low kick into the knee of Reynolds who is stopped in his tracks. Majors enthusiastically hammers another couple of low kicks into the left knee of Reynolds who falls down to one knee. Majors turns and hits the ropes before rebounding towards Reynolds. ‘The Impact’ lifts a leg and aims it at the head of his opponent but Reynolds reaches out and grabs hold of it. Reacting quickly Majors throws himself up and lands a wicked Enziguri kick to the back of Reynolds’ head. AJ: Great improvisation from Majors. With Reynolds down on a knee again, Majors returns to the ropes and rebounds with a dropkick straight into the face of Isaac who falls to the mat. Majors pins almost straight away. One… Two… Kick Out! ‘The Reality’ pushes out of the pin and pushes himself back to his feet, shaking off the blow to his face Majors is already up though and lashes a knife edge chop across the chest of the giant. Majors follows up with another and another, pushing him back onto the ropes. Majors grips an arm and tries to whip his opponent across the ring but he cannot move the immense figure of Reynolds. Reynolds lands a clubbing blow to the side of Majors’ head and regains his composure as Rick is sent reeling across the ring. Majors recovers from the blow and rushes at Reynolds but the big man is prepared and lifts the lighter man into the air before turning and driving his back, neck and head into the mat with an Arn Anderson-esque Spinebuster. BT: That must be hell on Major’s surgically repaired back. AJ: He’s withstood a lot more than that before, I hope he can this time. Reynolds doesn’t pin but instead looks to inflict more damage on the fragile spine of Majors. Reynolds grabs the head of Majors and pulls him up to his feet. The American Champion then raises a powerful knee straight up into the gut of Majors who is almost lifted off the mat with the impact. Reynolds then whips Majors across the ring and lunges forward with a standing clothesline. Majors has some awareness though and latches onto the flailing arm and jumping onto the back of Reynolds with a crucifix. Majors manages to throw Reynolds backwards and to the mat with a crucifix pin. One… Two… Kick Out! Reynolds manages to push out of the pin and both men rush back to their feet. The American Champion is the first to attack and unleashes a boot into the gut of Majors. Reynolds then turns Majors around and grabs him around the waist before lifting him high into the air with an attempted back drop, possibly looking to hit an elevated Rock Bottom. Majors manages to roll backwards and out of the move, landing on his feet behind the big man. Majors takes an unconventionally brutal route of smashing a collection of forearms into the neck of Reynolds, severely stunning him. With Reynolds weakened, Majors jumps and launches a Spinning Heel Kick straight into the neck of Reynolds who collapses to the mat. Majors pins quickly. AJ: Centre Of Attention! One… Two…. THR….NO!!! AJ: Majors has the momentum in this match. BT: Momentum means shit, you can win a match in a second. Majors gets to his knees and stays there for a second. Reynolds stirs and begins to push himself up to his feet as Majors gets up and begins to scout his opponent. As Reynolds finally gets to his feet he is confronted by Majors who grabs his hand and tries to whip him across the ring. Reynolds reverses and manages to throw Majors across the ring instead. On the rebound, Reynolds slams a boot into the stomach of Majors before turning him around. Reynolds then ducks slightly and lifts Majors onto his shoulders in a inverted Fireman’s Carry. AJ: Is this the Wave of Youth? Instead of going for the Reverse DVD Brainbuster, Reynolds throws Majors into the air and jumps himself. Reynolds places both of his knees into the back of Majors before plummeting to the mat with a sickening backbreaker that almost snaps Majors in half. BT: No, it’s a Burning Backbreaker! Majors lays on the mat clutching hi back in pain as Reynolds rolls him onto his back and pins. One… Two… THREE… NO!!! Rick Majors just gets a shoulder off the mat in time as Reynolds sends a murderous look at the referee. Refocusing, Reynolds gets to his feet but immediately attacks. Standing over Majors he reaches under his arms and then up behind the head of his opponent, locking in a Full Nelson. Reynolds then squats into a Camel Clutch position, pushing Majors’ back into the mat and lifting his neck, adding immense pressure on both areas. AJ: A Full Nelson Camel Clutch! I don’t know if Majors can survive this! Reynolds keeps the pressure on as the referee moves to check on Majors. The referee asks for a submission but Majors is too resilient to give up yet. The pain is evident on the face of Majors as the struggles to break free. Reynolds’ arms are just too powerful to break and it seems as if Majors may have to tap. BT: This is the end for Majors, I can feel it! Indeed it is hard to see how Majors can survive but out of desperation he risks injury by pushing his arm back even further to the point where he can reach the face of Reynolds and rakes at his face in desperation. Getting caught in the eyes, Reynolds releases the hold and reels backward holding his face in pain. AJ: Out of desperation Majors found an improvised way of escape. BT: So when he does it it’s good improvisation but for Reynolds it would be cheating. Majors clutches his neck in agony but still pushes his way to his feet as Reynolds shakes off the haze in his eyes. Majors goes on the attack and nails a roundhouse kick to the rids of Reynolds who falls against the ropes. Majors continues to hit kicks that impact the rib of Reynolds heavily and wind him badly. The ferocious kicks seem to have weakened Reynolds considerably and Majors rushes at the opposite ropes. Reynolds, out of exasperation throws himself forward with a Yakuza Kick but Majors ducks and evades the shot. Before Reynolds can turn around Majors grabs his arms from behind and twists him around before driving his head into the mat with a brutal Unprettier. AJ: Pure Excellence! Majors does not pin right away, instead he stands and positions himself correctly before throwing himself backward with a standing moonsault straight across the back of Reynolds. AJ: And The Flash Of Greatness! Majors pins and hooks the leg for extra leverage. One… Two… THREE…. NO!!! BT: Reynolds is still holding out! AJ: Both of these men are or have been champions, I wouldn’t expect either to give up easily. Majors pulls himself up, still struggling with his back and neck. Reynolds is less speedy in his recovery and needs to use the ropes to haul himself up. By this time Majors is already on him and lashes a chop across his chest. As Majors tries to pulls Reynolds away from the ropes however, Reynolds reaches up and rakes his massive hand across his opponents face. Majors stumbles away towards the referee in one of the corners as Reynolds scouts him. AJ: He had no reason to do that! BT: He had every reason, he wants to win! Suddenly Reynolds pounds into the mat with a charge forward and ducks his head. Slamming like a car into the fragile body of Majors with a huge spear, Reynolds also thrusts him straight back into the referee who is splattered into the turnbuckles and crumbles to the mat in a heap. AJ: The Realiser! Reynolds just took out both Majors and the referee! Reynolds gets to his feet and sees both his opponent and he referee on the mat and concocts something in his head. Reynolds walks to the ropes and climbs to the outside of the ring. Once outside, Reynolds walks over to the timekeeper’s table and grabs his American Title. AJ: What the hell is he going to do with that! BT: He’s making sure its safe. AJ: Like hell he is! Reynolds rolls back into the ring and gets back to his feet. Holding the title he begins to scout Majors as he tries to get to his feet. Holding onto the ropes, Majors pulls himself wearily to his feet but doesn’t turn around immediately. Finally Majors turns and is faced by the onrushing Reynolds and a 10 pound metal plate. Using only his instincts and reflexes Majors fires a super fast Superkick straight at the charging Reynolds and connects with the title belt, pushing it straight into the face of Reynolds. The American Championship flies out of the ring and to the floor as Reynolds is stunned. AJ: That’s what happens when you try and cheat! Majors lands a boot to the gut of Reynolds and hooks up both of his opponents arms. Using every ounce of strength left in his bones and muscles, Majors hauls the 300lbs Reynolds into the air before driving him into the mat head first with a Double Underhook High Angle DDT. AJ: THE MAJOR IMPACT!!! Majors rolls Reynolds over and pins him tiredly. The referee comes around slowly and raises his head to see Majors pinning and crawls across the mat. Finally he begins to count. One… Two… THREE!!! LW: The Winner…and NEW NLCW American Champion…RICK MAJORS!!! AJ: He did it! Rick Majors is the new American Champion and has stopped Isaac Reynolds from achieving his much sought record. The American Title is handed to Rick Majors who holds it tight and gets to his feet. The veteran superstar rises to a cacophony of applause and cheers from the sold out crowd and lifts the title in celebration to yet more praise. |
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AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, we're now going to announce our award for Greatest Female Wrestler in Avulsion History.
BT: Oooh boy! Ladies!
Once again the lights dim and the crowd focuses on the jumbotron.
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THE
GREATEST FEMALE WRESTLER IN AVULSION HISTORY
ANGEL ANDREWS Some of Angel Andrews greatest moments are shown. Angel Andrews is one of the most successful women in the history of the NLCW. She was an icon in the industry and her membership in Absolution made her one of the most powerful people in the company. |
The crowd cheers as Angel Andrews career is shown on the screen.
AJ: Now let's take a look at a classic Angel Andrews match.
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NLCW CLASSIC MATCH
Angel Andrews VS.
Tanya Black
Standard Rules
October 20th, 2005
LW:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall . .
"Outta Your Head" by Aerosmith plays as the video screen springs to life showing the words Tanya Black and footage of Tanya wrestling while the main lights dim and black light envelopes the stage. Emerging from the curtain Tanya dances for the fans a bit before tossing her hands in the air right as the main lights turn back on. LW: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, she is "The People's Choice, she is Tanya Black!!! Walking down to the ring Tanya Black shakes hands with the fans who are cheering for her and some chanting her name. BT: There she is, The Psycho Blonde. AJ: She has been a huge acquisition for the NLCW. Chris Champion has an amazing scouting team, scouring the country looking to bolster the NLCW ranks, and Tanya Black is the very first product of that effort. Eventually Tanya Black climbs through the ropes and points to the heavens before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and waves to the fans bringing them to their feet. She does this for each turnbuckle in turn so each section of the crowd gets equal attention from the young wrestler. Finally Tanya Black turns her focus to the ring and her match. AJ: She loves her fans. BT: and I love her. AJ: Here comes a obviously, a future NLCW Hall of Famer, she's a legend already in the NLCW, and at 25 years old, she's going to have a long and very successful career here in No Limits Championship Wrestling. LW: . . and her opponent . . THERE'S ABOUT TO BE A WHAT?? . . . GIRLFIIIGHT! The crowd pops loudly. BT: BAH GAWD!! AJ: Listen to this ovation here!! BT: The fans really love this beautiful young woman. Brooke Valentine's "Girlfight" kicks up and Gothic Angel comes into view in her attire. AJ: I can barely hear you Bryan!! BT: Well in that case . . you're a douchebag. AJ: What? BT: Nothing. Her ring attire is form fitting and black in color, made of spandex and revealing her tone mid drift as well as some of her cleavage. She wears elbows pads that have a Dark Angel on them that is in various shades of grey. LW: . . . standing in at 5 foot 6 inches at 130 pounds, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, she is a 2 time NLCW Woman's Champion and still holds the longest title streak . . "Gothic" . . Angel Andrews! She walks with a determined look on her face as she moves to the ring. Once she reaches the ring she climbs up onto the apron and slips between the top and middle rope. Angel slips into the ring, slowly looking over the crowd. AJ: Ladies and Gentlemen, these two young women are going to put on a clinic here . . this is going to be the rookie sensation against the legend. BT: Tanya is relatively new to this business, but very highly skilled, we'll have to see if that hurts her against someone so experienced as Angel. AJ: We'll have to see if Angel's distractions at home effect her tonight too. BT: I would think after her recent home activities she would be tired, not distracted. Both girls begin to finish their stretches before the match. AJ: Enough, you know that Angel would never do anything like that. BT: No, I don't know that and I'm surprised you would . . did she turn you down? AJ: You're an idiot . . and it looks like Referee Greg Fenderson is getting ready to get this one underway. Fenderson finishes the pat down on both ladies and then calls for the bell. AJ: and this match is officially underway here. The girls immediately begin circling the ring. BT: Both these ladies have exhibited a similar style. They like to throw big punches, like to incorporate a lot of technical moves as well. Angel and Tanya step forward and lock up in a collar and elbow. They immediately begin fighting for leverage. AJ: Angel has also been known to go the air every once in a while. Angel and Tanya continue to battle for the upper hand in the collar and elbow. AJ: Both of these women very evenly matched, both about 5' 6" with very similar weight they are . . Angel begins to drive Tanya back toward the corner. She drives her back hard and grips the second rope and begins to drive her shoulder into the midsection of the rookie. Angel pulls up and cocks her fist back then pops Tanya in the chin with a straight right hand. BT: OOOH!! Tanya grabs her mouth, and Greg Fenderson warns her about the closed fist. Angel nods to him and as he turns around, she follows it up with another. BT: HA! Referee didn't see it!! Angel grabs Tanya by the wrist and whips her across the ring. Angel runs in and follows it up with a big clothesline in the corner. Tanya stumbles out of the corner, and Angel runs behind her, and DROPS HER with a big bulldog!! AJ: BIG BULLDOG!! Angel covers . . AJ: LATERAL PRESS . . HOOKS THE LEG Fenderson counts . . 1 . . 2 . . Tanya gets the shoulder up. BT: Tanya gets out!! Angel grabs her by the head and begins to lead her up to her feet. She smokes her with a european style uppercut . . Tanya falls back into the ropes. Angel chops her across the chest . . then whips her across the ring. She bounces off the ropes and comes running in, Angel goes for the clothesline . . Tanya ducks it . . Tanya bounces off the ropes again, Angel leapfrogs her . . Tanya bounces off again . . AJ: What an exchange!! Angel goes for another leapfrog, but Tanya hops up and goes for a flying shoulderblock!! AJ: MID AIR COLLISION!! Tanya turns Angel over, and covers . . 1 . . 2 . . Angel kicks out!! The fans get to their feet and begin clapping!! AJ: What a match!! BT: and this crowd is appreciating it!! Tanya begins to get to her feet first. AJ: Angel and Tanya have not disappointed, these two are genuine competitors and the entire NLCW is proud of them here tonight. Angel begins to follow Tanya to her feet and Tanya locks Angel up in a front face lock. Tanya reaches down and hooks up Angel's leg . . Tanya pops over and BOOM . . hits her with a Fisherman's Suplex . . She holds the bridge . . 1 . . 2 . . Angel kicks out. AJ: Kicks out of the Fisher-woman's Suplex!! Tanya helps to draw Angel of her feet again and begins to set her up . . SWINGING NECKBREAKER!! AJ: Hard crash!! Tanya brings Angel back to her feet. and begins to whip her across but Angel reverses . . Angel whips Tanya across the ring and then follows her with a clothesline which causes Tanya to slump down into the corner. AJ: This is the epitome of an excellent give and take battle. Angel pulls her adversary up by the hair as she taunts her for a few seconds before charging towards the other side of the ring whilst holding onto Tanya’s hair. Suddenly, Angel slams Tanya with a bulldog. BT: Start rolling around on the floor girls! AJ: Calm yourself Brian, I hate it when you do this Angel lift’s Tanya to her feet once again only to a slap to the face. Tanya then charges at Angel knocking her into the ropes. She then begins to choke Angel on the bottom rope as the referee begins to enforce a 5 count as he yells for Tanya to stop. AJ: Tanya looking pretty aggressive here. Finally, Tanya manages to restrain herself as the referee puts himself between the two women. Angel manages to pull herself up using the ropes and tries to take a breather in the corner. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Tanya has begun to charge at full speed! Angel drops to the floor as Tanya sends a shoulder straight through the turnbuckle and into the ring post. BT: I still think women shouldn’t be allowed to wrestle! Just stand there in bra’s and panties. AJ: That shoulder charge looks to be causing problems for Tanya. This could be the turning point right here! Tanya clutches her shoulder before she’s caught off guard with an inside cradle from behind. 1…2…3! No!! It’s a very late two count and one that Angel begins to take up with the referee as she once again allows Tanya time to pick herself up. Angel nails Tanya with an axe handle to the back before tossing her into the air courtesy of a neat belly to back suplex. Angel goes for the cover . . 1 . . 2. . AJ: KICK OUT!! Angel nods triumphantly as she races over to the turnbuckle and begins her ascent to the top. AJ: Angel going high risk here. Angel flies off the top and goes for a big splash. Tanya rolls out of the way and Angel eats canvas!! BT: Nothing but mat!! Tanya nips up off the mat and quickly begins stomping at Angel. She grabs her by the hair and picks her up off the mat. She drags her to the corner and begins to rub her face into the top turnbuckle. Tanya picks her up and drops her up on the top turnbuckle. Angel locks her feet and Tanya pushes her down. AJ: Into the tree of woe!! Tanya begins to kick at the midsection and face of Angel. Angel slumps down, and Tanya drags her into the middle of the ring. Tanya jumps over her and runs at the ropes . . she jumps . . ASAI MOONSAULT!! . . Tanya goes for the cover . . 1 . . 2 . . Angel kicks out. BT: Still fight left in her yet!! Tanya throws her hand in the air, and the crowd reacts. She picks up Angel, and lifts her onto her shoulders . . AJ: Here we go!! . . Tanya NAILS Angel with a kick to abdomen . . then locks her up in a front face lock . . AJ: Running for the corner . . Tanya runs to the corner and nails her with a TORNADO DDT!! . . Tanya laughs as she gets back to her feet and begins to climb the turnbuckle . . BT: I've heard about this move . . it's crazy!! Tanya jumps off . . but Angel catches her . . and SLAMS her down with a big powerslam!! AJ: Angel caught her in mid air and nailed her with the Death Slam!! BT: Death Slam into the Cover!! Angel hits the lateral press . . 1 . . 2 . . AJ: Kickout!! Angel follows with another, hooking the far leg this time . . 1 . . 2. . BT: Another kickout!! Angel stands up and shakes her head. Then looks at the turnbuckle. She sways her hips a little and then climbs the turnbuckle. She leaps off . . AJ: Backflip!! BT: Into the death pin!! She covers 1 . . 2 . . 3 . . The bell rings!! AJ: That's it!! BT: It's over and so is Tanya's win streak!! LW: Here is your winner, Angel Andrews!!! Angel throws her arms in the air and begins celebrating! AJ: Angel looked great here tonight! BT: She has been off for a little while from in ring competition, but apparently has remained in excellent condition, from her favorite exercise . . if you know what I am sayin. AJ: Enough you. |
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NLCW CLASSIC MATCH
Jason Stylez VS.
Ryan Coleman
Standard Rules
August 29th, 2004
W: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! “Bring Me To Life” By Evanescence Starts Pounding Through The Arena Speakers. As Soon As The Chorus Starts R-Money Comes Out Onto The Stage Wearing A R-Money Merchandise Shirt, P. Miller Jeans, Black Lugz Boots And With His Signature Grey Fossil Watch And Grey Oakleys On He Then. Throws His Arms Up In The Air And The Crowd Goes Nuts He Then Starts Strutting Down The Ramp And Slides In The Ring And Climbs On Of The Turnbuckles And Takes His Oakleys And Throws Them Into The Crowd Making Them Go Nuts He Then Hops Down And Poses In The Middle Of The Ring And Then A Couple Blast Of Pyro Go Off As He Stands Against The Ropes Waiting For The Match To Begin. LW: Introducing first, weighing in at 285 pounds and at a height of six foot two, representing Higher Authority, R-Money: RYAN COLEMAN! AJ:
Higher Authority’s Ryan Coleman, one of the quickest rising stars here
in the NLCW! Thunder begins to roll as "Dead Bodies Everywhere" by KoRn begins to slowly play. When the main cord hits lightning strikes the stage as pyrotechnics explodes as Jason Stylez comes walking out of the back in his wrestling gear and his new t-shirt, "Respect...Revered......FEARED!". Jason Stylez smiles as the fans boo. Jason shows a #1 on his left hand as he walks down the ramp. Jason walks up the steel steps and down the apron. Jason climbs the turnbuckle and throws a #1 on his finger in the air as he leans back. Stylez spews watch and slaps it as he shows another #1 on his finger as he smiles. A huge spotlight shines down on him as the rest of the arena is dark. Stylez drops down and climbs into the ring as he takes his shirt off and throws it on the outside as the cameras cut back to Lucinda. LW: And his opponent, weighing in at 235 pounds and at a height of six foot three, from Longview, Texas: JASON STYLEZ! AJ: Jason
Stylez returning to the NLCW recently… AJ:
Kickout by Coleman! 1…… AJ: It’s
over! Stylez takes it! |
COMMERCIAL BREAK
AJ: Ladies and Gentlemen, coming up on the NLCW Avulsion 5th Anniversary . . .
SURVIVOR . . . . . . . . . SURVIVOR . . . .
AJ: What the?
The opening riffs of Disturbed's "Ten Thousand Fists" begins to pump the arena. The entire crowd rises to their feet and begins to pump their fists in unison.
AJ: COULD IT BE?
BT: IT IS!!!
Ethan storms through the curtain, with one fist in the air and his fans in attendance mimic him. He runs to one side of the entrance ramp and plays to the crowd, then runs to the opposite side and does the same.
AJ: This crowd is going nuts for the NLCW Hall of Famer.
Ethan runs to the other side of the stage and revels in their ovation as well. Before walking down the entrance ramp slapping hands with the fans the whole way down. Ethan leans into the crowd who begin to pat him on the back and hold their fingers up in number ones as Rikki begins the introduction.
Rikki Lee: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, multi-time NLCW Tag Team Champion, former Hardcore Champion, former World . . Heavyweight . . Champion . . . NLCW Hall of Famer . . . "The Franchise" Ethan . . . Andrews!!!!
Ethan begins to leave and a young woman leans over the guardrail and steals a kiss on the cheek from him. He smirks as he begins tom walk closer to the ring.
BT: Even after retirement, he's still an egomaniac.
Ethan rolls into the ring and revels in the ovation yet again. He accepts the microphone from Rikki and walks around the ring waiting for the crowd to die down.
Ethan Andrews: Thank you . . . . . .
The crowd continues to cheer and go nuts.
Ethan Andrews: Thanks . .
Ethan continues to wait as the crowd finally starts to die down.
Ethan Andrews: You know I couldn't miss the 5th Anniversary of Avulsion.
The crowd pops as Ethan laughs.
Ethan Andrews: After all, it was in this very ring that I captured my first championship in the NLCW, the Tag Team Championship . . which I later captured two more times. I headlined Slamfest, and was the longest reigning NLCW World Heavyweight Champion of the James Rockingwell era.
The crowd cheers.
Ethan Andrews: It was a great career and . .
THIS IS THE YEAR . . . WHERE HOPE FAILS YOU . .
AJ: Uh oh . .
BT: These two have had a tumultuous relationship over the last few years . .
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning for a few moments before the sound of marching feet emerges from behind them. Corey Taylor begins his rhetoric while the arena is draped in darkness.
The test subjects run the experiments And the bastard you know, is the hero you hate But cohesion is possible if we try Theres no reason, theres no lesson No time like the present, I'm telling you right now What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose Except your soul... Just listen!
A cacophony of guitars and drums kick in and the arena explodes into light. Frank is standing on the entrance ramp with a murderous glare pointed directly at Ethan.
I fight for the unconventional My right, and its unconditional I can only, be as real as I can
Frank has begun his trek to the ring, his glare still trained on the ring and Ethan. He hits the ring a leaps onto the apron in a single bound.
We-we are the new diabolic We-we are the bitter bucolic If I have to give my life you can have it We-we are the pulse of the maggots
He stands motionless in his corner, quivering with rage, as he is thrown a microphone.
BT: This thing is a powder keg here Aaron.
Frank lifts the microphone while the crowd boos at him. Ethan looks indifferent about the interruption.
Frank Merritt: Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the NLCW . . . Someone takes the trash back into the ring . .
The crowd boos.
Frank Merritt: . . you know Ethan, you and I have never really seen eye to eye about anything . . but you and I both know . . . you don't have it anymore . .
Ethan laughs and sarcastically nods at Frank.
Frank Merritt: . . and even if you did . . you still could never beat me . .
Ethan smirks at Frank and continues laughing . . but Frank has a death stare locked on Ethan . . Ethan looks around out into the crowd. Then slowly begins removing his trenchcoat as the crowd ovates!
AJ: Here we go!
Ethan drops his coat and *SMACK* slaps Frank right in the mouth. Frank smirks then hauls off and unloads a right hand into the side of Ethan's head. Ethan returns the closed fist and Frank retaliates. Frank begins to get the better of the exchange.
BT: Frank backing Ethan into the ropes!!
Frank bounces Ethan off the opposite ropes and goes for a clothesline . . Ethan ducks it . . bounces off the near side . . LOU THESZ PRESS!! Ethan begins unloading fists into Frank.
AJ: Picture perfect Lou Thesz Press!!
Ethan pops up and gets off Frank. Frank immediately gets up and goes for a big boot, which Ethan slides out of the way. Ethan locks up Frank, Belly to Belly Suplex!!
BT: Human Suplex Machine still has it!!
Frank is back up immediately as is Ethan. Ethan runs at Frank but Frank slips outta the way. Ethan bounces off the ropes and Frank spears him . . SPINEBUSTER!!
AJ: I think the ring actually moved on that one!!
Frank rips off his t-shirt and begins to pick up Ethan . . Ethan breaks the hold and starts throwing haymakers at Frank. Ethan backs Frank into the corner . . Ethan backs off and runs in . . FRANK GETS THE BOOT UP!! . . Ethan is reeling as Frank steps over to Ethan . . he starts setting him up . . Ethan reverses!!
AJ: He's going for the Northern Lights Out!!!!
Frank reverses . . . BLUNT TRAUMA!!!
BT: OH MY GAWD!!!
Ethan is down in the ring as Frank gets up and leans on the ropes, holding his head. Ethan isn't getting up at Frank begins to chuckle as he exits the ring.
AJ: Frank and Ethan renewed pleasentries and Frank has destroyed the legend here tonight!
Frank spits on a fan as he's walking back up the ramp.
BT: Ethan Andrews has been wrecked here tonight by the monster!!
Frank gives the crowd the finger as he disappears into the back.
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NLCW
AVULSION CLASSIC MATCH
Ethan Andrews VS.
Frank Merritt
Standard Rules
November 19th, 2006
LW: Ladies and gentlemen, the following
contest is scheduled for one fall . . and is a Road to Slamfest
semifinal matchup!!!
Frank storms out from the back, roaring, and the veins
in his neck and temples are bulging. Destiny slinks out through the
curtain, applauding her man, while he flexes and roars at the top of
the entrance ramp. .................................... AJ: Fans, while you were gone, Ethan Andrews
has been attempting to keep Frank on the mat, but he hasn't been
completely successful!
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NLCW AVULSION CLASSIC MATCH
NLCW Television
Championship
Tyler Scott VS.
Delfino
February 24th, 2008
W: The following contest is a Quarter-Final match in the Sultan of the Sqaured Circle Tournament... and is also for the NLCW Television Championship! AJ: This match has been given a new added dimension with the inclusion of the Television Championship. This match is gonna get even more intense now with two prizes on offer. LW: First, in the ring, the current and defending Television Champion... Delfino. Delfino and his loyal
manager Rikki Lee are already in the ring awaiting the beginning of
this Quarter Final of the Sultan of the Squared Circle tournament. The
masked superstar remains silent as Lee mutters motivational words into
his ears. |
COMMERCIAL BREAK
AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, this amazing night is coming to a close.
BT: So many outstanding matches have taken place on Avulsion, haven't they?
AJ: They really have. I can't believe the quality of the classic matches we've seen tonight, and that's just a small sample of what we've seen over the last five years.
BT: We could have added another few hours to this special and still been short on time!
AJ: But now it's time for our final award. The award for Greatest Male Superstar in Avulsion History.
BT: Please take a look at the jumbotron.
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THE GREATEST MALE
SUPERSTAR IN AVULSION HISTORY
DILLON DURST
Dillon Durst is a multi-time champion who has succeeded at every level in the NLCW. Despite leaving the NLCW for a brief period and returning with an intent to destroy it, Dillon Durst has been a key part of the growth of NLCW Avulsion. His involvement with the Saints and Anarchy Inc. made him one of the most powerful men in the wrestling business. He has defeated many of the best in this business and his presence is still felt in the NLCW today. |
The fans applaud Durst, not because they personally like him, but because they respect what he has done for the NLCW and for Avulsion.
AJ: Dillon Durst continues his dominance over this show.
BT: Let's take a look at a couple classic Dillon Durst matches.
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NLCW AVULSION CLASSIC MATCH
NLCW Television
Championship
Dillon Durst (c)
VS. Ethan Andrews
Standard Rules
February 3rd, 2005
LW: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the NLCW World Television Championship. The crowd pops. LW: Introducing first . . . . The arena goes dark, as "Payback" by Flaw hits the P.A. as Dillon walks onto the entrance ramp. As the bass riffs end, as as the beat kicks in, Blue and White pyro shoot off into the air. He raises his hands to the air, taking in the the chorus of the boo's given to him from the crowd. LW: , , , from As he walks down the ramp, he nods his head to the beat, as he gives several fans a gleaming glare. He slowly walks up the steel steps, onto the ring apron, and steps through the ropes. He holds his arms out, and spins slowly. He then hops onto the second turnbuckle, where he points at himself, boasting. The music fades out, as the lights slowly come back on. AJ: Dillon defending the NLCW Television Championship here against Ethan Andrews. The feed goes back down to Lucinda in the ring... LW: . . and his opponent . . . . {NO TALKING, WHEN I . . . WANT YOU TO LISTEN . . } Scott Thompson's screaming vocals pierce the arena as Ethan Andrews appears at the top of the entranceway as the ripping guitar riffs of Finger Eleven's "Sad Exchange" continue to pound the arena. BT: Some think it is long overdue. From behind him, his legal advisor, Carrie Taylor comes up and is clapping for the Untouchable one. LW: . . . from Toronto, Ontario, weighing in at 267 lbs, accompanied to the ring by his legal advisor, Carrie Taylor, he is UNTOUCHABLE, he is ETHAN . . . . ANDREWS!!!!! They slowly walk to the ring . . . Ethan enters the ring, holding the ropes open for Carrie . . . he runs and jumps onto the second turnbuckle, relishing in the fan's ovation he slowly turns and stares down Durst from his perched position. AJ: The bell should be ringing here any moment. Ethan and Durst begin to circle the ring. The bell rings and they step forward locking up. Durst drives Andrews into the corner. Durst hits a few knife edge chops. Then whips him across the ring . . CRACK . . he hits the turnbuckle with a thud. Then Ethan stumbles out of the corner. Durst then drives out of his corner, and hits Ethan with a chopblock takedown. AJ: Taking out Ethan's knees. Andrews quickly gets up and throw his arms out to play to the fans, mix reactions are heard and minor "Absolution" chants start. Andrews then stalks Dillon Durst, as Durst slowly climb back on his feet. Andrews then knees Durst in the stomach, bending him down, and whips him into the adjacent set of ropes. Durst bounces off the ropes and as he comes back hit quickly hits Andrews with a powerful clothesline. AJ: That clothesline made Andrews go down hard!! BT: There is a lesson to learn here kids and that is "never step infront of an oncoming 8 wheeler". Dillon Durst picks Andrews off the mat and whips him to the ropes. Andrews bounces off, and as he comes back off he is meet with a devastating Tilt awhirl Slam by Dillon Durst. AJ: Dillon goes for the early pin, 1....... AJ: Andrews gets the shoulder up Dillon Durst has a look of disappointment on his face and he gets back on his feet. He picks Andrews up once again but Andrews start hitting Durst with left and right jabs in the side. AJ: Right and Left jabs into the ribs of Dillon Durst and this crowd goes wild! Andrews is gaining back the momentum. BT: What did you suspect from a member of Absolution? Andrews then starts throwing haymakers to the jaw of Dillon Durst, knocking him into the corner. Suddenly, Andrews goes wild with random punches of fury to the body of Durst's as the fans start standing out of their seats cheering. Soon, Andrews ends the array of punches with a knee to Durst's stomach. Andrews then climbs on top of Durst and starts punching him in the head as the fans count each punch. 1..2..3..4...5...6...7...8..9.. Andrews then stalls for the last punch, but suddenly Dillon Durst gains some strength and powerbombs the hell out of him! AJ: Dillon Durst showing his incredible power with that powerbomb! Dillon Durst has a look of rage in his face and one has to wonder what that means for Andrews. BT: I'll tell you what it means, it means the number one contender will be bloodied before this match is over, that's what it means. Dillon Durst starts to stomp the dog shit out of Andrews' stomach. Dursts then picks Andrews up by the hair and toss him to the other side of the rings. Durst starts to measure the groggy Andrews, waiting for him to fully stand on his feet. Dillon then runs toward him and flips Andrews over the ropes with a big boot. The impact seems to shake the foundation of the arena. Dillon Durst is meet by a whole lot of boos, so he goes to the opposite ropes and starts trash talking a lot of fans. AJ: Still on the outside. here The referee starts the 10 count for Andrews as Dillon Durst still argues with the fans. (1)...Andrews is still laid out while the fans starts throwing trash at him..(2) Andrews slowly makes his way to his feet and Dillon Durst starts throw the trash back at the fans. The referee stops the 10 count to go and tell Durst that he can't throw stuff at the fans, but being paranoid, Durst thinks it is Andrews and hits the referee with one hell of a diskus clothesline! AJ: DILLON DURST JUST LAID OUT THE REF BECAUSE HE THOUGHT IT WAS ANDREWS WHO WAS WALKING BEHIND HIM! OH MY GOD THAT REF HAS TO BE DOWN FOR A WHILE! BT: (laughs) Now that's entertainment people, that is dramatic irony if I ever saw it! And these fans seems to love these incidents. Dillon Durst walks backward, seeing what he had done and he backs right into Andrews, who stands there looking up in the eyes of Durst. Durst hits Andrews with a couple of left and rights to the jaw of Andrews, but they are to no effect. Andrews then puts his hands on Durst's neck and chokes him to his knees. AJ: Just look at the strength of Andrews, bringing the larger Dillon Durst to his knees! Andrews then knees Durst in the face and quickly puts Durst's head between his legs in a powerbomb/pile driver position. AJ: There is no way Andrews is going to pull this off, no way! BT: Well, don't act like you haven't seen it done by him before! Andrews quickly lifts Durst in the air and drops him with a powerbomb that explodes in unison with the roar of the fans! AJ: JESUS CHRIST IN HOLY NAZARETH, DID WE JUST SEE THAT! DID YOU SEE THAT?! BT: I saw it, these fans saw it, and Dillon Durst felt it! Andrews picks Durst up, kick him in the stomach, and then runs himself into the ropes. Andrews bounces off the ropes and hooks Durst up and delivers the Death Valley Driver!!. Ethan goes for the pin . . 1 . . 2 . . Durst kicks out . . Ethan then picks him up, and throws him into the corner against the turnbuckle. AJ: That was devastating! And we all knows what comes next... BT: Yes, the end! (laughs) Andrews lifts Dillon Durst up to the top rope, puts him in a head lock, stands him up, and climbs up, he sets him up . . BIG SUPERPLEX!! and the fans go crazy as Andrews goes for the pin. The fans chant 1.............2.................3........., but there is no referee around. AJ: Andrews had the match won, but Durst had hit the referee earlier and he is still out. Andrews grabs the ref and begins to smack him around. The ref begins to come to, and Ethan returns to Durst. Ethan attempts to pick him up, but Durst grabs the tights. AJ: SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP!! 1 . . 2 . . Ethan kicks out. Then pops up and stomps at Durst. Ethan grabs him by his head and picks him up again. Ethan sets him up, NORTHERN LIGHTS OUT!! BT: BIG IMPLANT DDT!! Ethan covers . . 1 . . 2 . . Durst puts his foot on the rope but the ref doesn't see it . . 3 . . AJ: Andrews has won it!! BT: NEW CHAMP!! NEW CHAMP!! LW: Here is your winner and NEEEEEW NLCW Television Champion, Ethan Andrews!! Ethan grabs the title from the ref and holds the title up high . . but instead of his music . . The Stroke begins to play. {NOW EVERYBODY! HAVE YOU HEARD?! IF YOU'RE IN THE GAME, THEN THE STROKE'S THE WORD!} Rockingwell, in dress casual as usual, walks to the top of the ramp and pulls out a mic. BT: What's he doing out here? JLR: Cut the music, Cut the music . . I saw that debacle that just happened in the back and I can't in good conscience allow a championship to change hands like that. Ethan begins to get pissed off as the ref takes the title back away from him. JLR: Therefore, this match must continue . . RING THE BELL! Before the bell can ring, Durst grabs the TV title out of the hands of the referee and runs at Ethan, nailing him in the back of the head. The entire crowd begins to boo and hiss at him. BT: IT WAS A GREAT MOVE!! LW: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner . . and still NLCW Television Champion . . "The Legacy" Dillon Durst!! Durst grabs the strap and jumps onto the second turnbuckle, raising it high above his head!! AJ: What a screwjob!! BT: What are you talking about!? Durst had an opportunity, he took it! |
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NLCW CLASSIC MATCH
Dillon Durst VS.
Isaac Reynolds
Standard Rules
December 16th, 2007
LW:
Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
From Reno, Nevada he is “The Reality” Isaac Reynolds!
AJ:
What a match here tonight. Dillon Durst taking on Isaac Reynolds. |
AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of everyone in No Limits Championship Wrestling, I would like to thank you for watching us, not only today but for the last five years.
BT: We're looking forward to the next five.
AJ: Good night everyone!
