"Know Your Enemy" by Green Day plays as we enter the arena. Pyro explodes and the fans are on their feet.   The camera pans around the Nationwide Arena as a sea of NLCW fans wave their signs and cheer as NLCW eXtreme ConsequenceZ begins!


Aaron Jennings: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Aaron Jennings with me as always is Bryan Terwilliger, welcome to eXtreme ConsequenceZ!

Bryan Terwilliger: Good evening everyone!  We have quite the explosive show for you tonight!

AJ: Let's get right to it!

The arena lights fade out as JFK is heard coming through the loudspeakers

[JFK talking]

To a new generation of Americans.

[Nixon talking]

I must put the interest of America first. People have got to know whether or not their president’s a crook. Well I’m not a crook.

[Slaine]

I’m an American

[Charles Manson]

United States of America is the demon of the world.

A huge blast of pyro goes off as Slaine begins his verse

[Verse 1: Slaine]

I’m a product of America, youth psychotic from narcotics
Born consumers and STD’s, yeah I got it
A victim of a media machine, violence and lust
Top to bottom and greedy in between
I’m a menace with big dreams
And no morals to stop me from none
I gotta get mine, that’s why I went and copped me a gun
Police’d put me in a cage if they could lock me in one
These dudes’d kill me out of jealousy, they’d pop me and run
Shit I’m bloodthirsty too, we were raised with foul ways
It’s in everything we watch and listen to nowadays
When the younger kids are way more depraved
With a hunger for beef, some’ll run around the neighbourhood crazed
Land of the free, home of the brave, my world is a morgue
One day I’ll lay alone in a grave, still my dome is enslaved
In the haze of the power I crave
I can’t help it, this is how I was raised

The crowd starts cheering as Drew Graham steps out from the curtains and poses for the fans. He then makes his way down to the ring slapping hands as he does.

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

My synergy’s a conspiracy, I hit the scene like spinning guillotines
Villains creep through your village deep while idiots sleep
I’m awake, dominate, annihilate, I violate
Obliterate, incinerate, exterminate, I’m an American
Murder, hate, violence and war, tyrants galore
Riots and more, a violent uproar, the rise of the poor, we monitor all
Everybody signed at the door
So walk out now or you may never survive at all
We murder capitals, turn hometowns to homicides
TNT tinted Econolines
My take on society’s beyond the fabrications that they prophesized
Colonize through modern lies
Economize and sodomize
Humanity everyday, vanity scrape
Gravity take hold of your sanity, wait
This is not an exercise, this is real life
Salvage your fate, contaminated planet of hate
The children sing a passage of faith
Lavish taste was a trait of Alexander the Great
Savage grace gravitate to mathematics & space
Like Dr. Malachi when the hidden cameras invade
Get shafted and played like the others these cannibals ate - I’m an American

Drew climbs into the ring and walks over to the middle of the ring as the chorus plays.

[Chorus]

[Everlast (excerpt from "America The Beautiful" in the background)]
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea.
[Ill Bill (cut by Lethal)]
I need a blowjob and a pizza
[Ill Bill (repeatedly)]
I’m an American

Drew strips his shirt off and tosses it into the crowd as the music fades out and he waits for his opponent.

The lights go out and the crowd begin to murmur. The lights stay down for another five seconds before anything happens and then the entire stage erupts in a ball of flames....

Luck. Runs. Out.

A figure steps through the flames with his head covered as he starts to walk down the ramp

Crawl from the wreckage one more time
Horrific memory twists the mind
Dark, rugged, cold and hard to turn
Path of destruction, feel it burn
Still life
Incarnation
Still life
Infamy

He ignores the crowd reaction as he slowly makes his way towards the ring

Hallucination
Heresy
Still you run, what's to come?
What's today?

He walks up the ring steps and walks across the ring apron

'Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah
Luck. Runs.

He steps into the ring and climbs onto the second turnbuckle and removes the hood hiding his face to reveal...

You crawl back in
But your luck runs out

1.2.

Luck. Runs. Out.

LW: Weighing in at 265 pounds and hailing from Hull, England. He is Inhumanity Personified. He is Paul York.


AJ:  These two have an incredibly personal rivalry.

BT:  Oh yeah!

York prepares himself in his corner as Graham does the same in his own. The bell rings and the two men meet in the center of the ring.

AJ:  You can feel the anger between these two men.

York quickly hits Graham in the stomach with a thrust kick.  He then runs the ropes.  Graham stands up, and York hits him with a powerful running clothesline! The force sends Graham falling out of the ring, between the ropes, and to the matting on the outside!
 
AJ: WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!
 
BT: Paul York means business tonight!
 
York climbs out onto the apron and waits for Graham to pull himself up. Graham, shaken up, uses the ringside barrier to haul himself up. York dives off the ring apron and catches Graham with an elbow drop to the back of the neck. His legs give way and Graham lies across the barrier. York grabs Graham by the hair and lifts his head up before driving it down onto the barrier. York lifts Graham's head up once again. He slams it down, crushing Graham's nose on the hard barrier. Graham falls to the floor.
 
BT: Ouch!  Vicious!  I love it!
 
With Graham grounded for a few moments, York turns his attention to underneath the ring. He lifts up the apron and searches for a suitable weapon. After a few moments of seeking, he pulls out a steel chair. Graham is on one knee as York stalks him, the chair held high above his head. Graham knows what it coming and, out of desperation, throws a right hand to the stomach of York. York is winded momentarily as Graham hits another punch. Graham then tries to get to a vertical base but his opponent has enough time to slam the chair down across Graham's back.
 
AJ: What a horrific chair shot.
 
BT: And it's only going to get worse. Yes!
 
York drops the chair and lifts Graham to his feet before hauling him up into the air, and dropping him across the barrier.
 
AJ: Paul York really in control here!

York lifts Graham to his feet and whips him, ferociously, towards the steel steps. Graham hits the steps with his knee and he is flung over the steps, handing awkwardly on his face.
 
BT: What a collision!
 
York walks around the steps and lifts Graham to his feet. He captures him before hitting a snap suplex on the padding at ringside.  York now pulls Graham up, only to send him back down with a brainbuster! York hooks the leg to make the cover:
1...
2...
 
AJ: Kick out by Graham.
 
York mounts Graham and starts a flurry of right hands.
 
AJ: Brutal right hands to Graham's forehead!
 
York hauls Graham up before knocking him back down with a right hand hook. Graham hits the floor before York goes rooting for another weapon. He goes underneath the ring before pulling out a kendo stick.
 
BT: This is going to get interesting.
 
York waits for Graham to stumble back up to his feet before driving the kendo stick in the stomach. Graham clutches at his rib in agony as York pulls the kendo stick away. He then raises it high into the air before slamming it down across the back of Graham.

AJ:  My God!

BT:  Paul York is just dominating Drew Graham tonight!

Paul York now pulls Graham up and he throws him into the ring.  York reaches under the ring and pulls out a metal trash can.  He throws it over the ropes and into the ring.  As York enters the ring Graham is staggering to his feet.  York approaches him, and Graham hits him with a punch to the midsection.  Graham backs York up into the corner.  Graham then takes a few steps back and he charges at York with a spear!

AJ:  Paul York moves out of the way!

BT:  I think Drew Graham's shoulder crashed right into the ring post!

York turns back towards Graham now.  He pulls him out of the corner and sets him up.

AJ:  KABOOM!

BT:  Short arm DDT onto the trash can!

AJ:  This could be over!

Paul York gets to his feet now.  He pulls Graham up.

AJ:  Drew Graham is almost lifeless.

BT:  DEAD WEIGHT!

AJ:  THE COVER!

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

AJ:  Paul York wins!

BT:  He's the new number one contender for the Hardcore Title!

AJ:  A dominant victory here tonight!

---

AJ:  Here we go folks, the newcomer Kolby Danvers taking on the veteran, Stacy Jones!

BT:  This is gonna be a good one!

AJ:  Television title on the line!

The two competitors meet each other in the ring.  Soon after, the bell rings.  Stacy Jones smiles and shrugs her shoulders as Kolby Danvers starts to talk smack.   Suddenly, Jones hits Danvers with a HARD smack to the face as the fan respond accordingly.

BT: WOW!  WHAT A SLAP!

AJ: Stacy Jones means business here tonight!

Jones grabs Danvers now and she Irish whips him off of the ropes.  Danvers comes back off of the ropes.  He ducks a clothesline from Jones and responds with a clothesline of his own!

AJ:  Danvers clotheslines Jones down to the mat now!

Danvers then grabs Stacy Jones by the hair. Danvers then tosses Stacy Jones onto the floor near the turn buckle. Danvers then immediately rushes her and hits her with a kick to the face, smashing her jaw up against the lower padding of the turnbuckle. Danvers then picks her off the ground and Irish whips her to the ropes very hard...

AJ: Danvers whips Stacy to the ropes...

BT: DAMN! Stacy just hit the ropes so hard she immediately hit face first onto the ground..

Danvers approaches a laid out Stacy Jones.   Danvers grabs Stacy Jones by the hair, but Stacy Jones, with quick thinking, low blows Danvers, who immediately kneels to the ground.

BT: OH BABY!

AJ: That had to hurt!

BT:  Oh yeah!

Suddenly Stacy gets to her feet.  She quickly bounces back off the near by ropes, and hits Danvers with a drop kick to the face that floors him to the ground. Stacy Jones then gets on top of Danvers's body and starts to unload with a series of forearms.

AJ: Stacy Jones is going haywire on Danvers!!!!!

BT: Jones is definitely in control!

The referee calls for a break.  Jones gets to her feet.  Danvers gets off the ground as Stacy Jones once again bounces off the ropes and slows Danvers down by drop kicking him in his left leg. She does it 3 more times and is successful in slowly Danvers down as he favors his leg...

AJ: Stacy Jones working the leg.

BT:  Smart move, slowing her opponent down.

The fans cheer on Stacy as she takes advantage of Danvers favoring his leg and limping by climbing the nearest turnbuckle...

AJ: STACY JONES IS ABOUT TO FLY!

Stacy Jones then jumps off with a a hurricarrana!  She flips Danvers down to the mat!

BT: Nice move!

AJ: Great move!

Stacy Jones then drops a leg. Jones then climbs the turnbuckle again.

AJ:  Stacy Jones going back upstairs!

BT:  I think she might be pushing her luck here!

Danvers staggers to his feet. Jones jumps off the ropes with a flying crossbody.  Danvers catches her as she flies towards him!  He rolls through with the momentum, slamming Jones down into the mat!

BT: Counter!

AJ:  A great counter!

Danvers picks Stacy off the mat and whips her into the ropes. As she bounces off and comes back, he sets his body, and when she gets to him, he immediately connects with a jumping DDT!   Danvers gets up again, pulls Stacy up by the hair, and hits her with a suplex.

AJ: Danvers is now taking control.

BT: He's working well right now.

Danvers then pulls Jones up.  He then sends her crashing to the mat with a leg sweep DDT.

AJ: Great move!

BT: Jones' head hit the mat hard!

Danvers picks Stacy Jones off the mat again, and he knees her in the stomach.  He then sets her up and hits her with a Half Nelson Gutwrench powerbomb.

AJ: Nice move!

Danvers then sets Jones up for a German suplex.  Jones blocks the move.  She then spins around and locks Danvers up from behind.  She then attempts a German suplex of her own!

AJ: Stacy Jones countering the move!

BT:  And now Danvers is countering the counter!

Danvers spins and locks up Jones from behind once again!  He then sets her up and hits  a German suplex!  Jones his the mat hard!  Danvers now sets her up.

BT: The Photo Finish!

AJ:  He hits it!  A cover!

1.....
2.....

AJ: STACY JONES KICKED OUT!

BT: WOW!

Kolby Danvers is in shock!  He reaches down and pulls Jones up once again.  Jones hits him with a swift kick to the midsection.  All in one movement she sends him down to the mat with a DDT!

AJ:  Stacy Jones with a cover now!

1...
2...

BT:  Kickout by Kolby Danvers!

Both competitors get to their feet!

AJ:  Danvers hits a jumping cutter!

BT:  Out of nowhere!

Kolby Danvers now climbs to the top ropes.  He leaps off of the ropes with a shooting star press!

AJ:  E.O.S!

BT:  Another cover!

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

AJ: Danvers the winner tonight!

BT: We have a new Television Champion!

AJ:  What a match!  These two put on a great show here tonight!

---

As we switch perspectives from our last scene to this new one, the viewer is greeted with... well, an unpleasant sight to say the least. It's Kevin Ryder's smiling mug, frighteningly close to the screen as the camera frantically backpedals away from him in realization of the poorly set zoom for the scene. The previously abysmal crowd reaction to Ryder is however quickly engulfed with a loud and boisterous reaction for the man sitting across from him in the dimly lit interview room: Dominic Pericolo.

Dominic Pericolo: I'm always uncomfortable in these places... gah, does it have to be so dark? I'm about to head out into a spotlight in a few, you want me to go blind or something?

Kevin Ryder: Thank you so much for coming out here tonight, Dominic, it's always a pleasure.

Dominic Pericolo: It's... yeah, okay, sure. Definitely a pleasure, Ryder, though I see you strategically avoided my request for some friggin' light in here, but that's cool. Really.

Kevin Ryder: So, we--

Dominic Pericolo: Okay no seriously can we get some light in here? Please? It's like I'm doing shadow puppet interviews over here.

The lights in the room come up slightly, just enough to give a much more respectable tone to the room. Dominic blinks his eyes a few time to adjust and shakes his head in amusement, looking over at Ryder for a brief moment.

Dominic Pericolo: I gotta ask, man, did you set this up yourself? Does the NLCW even know you're playing around in this backroom? I mean come on, this is a bit... it's a bit shoddy, isn't it?

Kevin Ryder: It was short notice and I admit it, I did panic a little... no-one keeps me informed on anything these days, hell they barely use me for anything in the first place. It's... it's lonely, Dominic, it's very lonely.

Dominic Pericolo: Sounds fantastic, I'll bet the pay is wonderful. Hey, listen, uh... they're gonna yell at me if I miss this match, and I'm pretty sure Madison will be disappointed if I don't show. You mind getting to the interview part, or...?

Kevin Ryder: Sure! I--

Dominic Pericolo: I mean, I'm not trying to be a dick here.

Kevin Ryder: I realize--

Dominic Pericolo: It's just that, you know, they need me for this thing.

Kevin Ryder: Yes, it--

Dominic Pericolo: It's a title match. For my title.

Kevin Ryder: ...

Dominic Pericolo: Sorry, I'll let you do your thing.

There's a pause. Ryder glances at Pericolo uncertainly, as the tag and hardcore champion sits idly on the stool he's been provided, drumming his fingers lightly across his knees. Taking a breath and preparing himself, Ryder turns and begins his interview.

Kevin Ryder: So, everyone's been wondering, Dominic... where've you been? What've you been up to? We only ever see you these days for your matches in our events and then poof, you're gone. What gives?

Dominic Pericolo: Figured that'd be the first question you'd fire out. Alright, I'm going to go ahead and address this to everyone watching at home... it's been a hell of a return for me. Between winning two title belts and a shot at any third one of my liking, let's just say I've had to go through a veritable sea of paperwork to ensure I don't run off and pull a Dazz on the company.

Ryder looks visibly uncomfortable at the last line there, glancing around uncertainly as Dominic gives a slight smirk towards his reaction, before waving his hand at the interviewer and looking back over to the camera, as if to directly speak to the people watching on.

Dominic Pericolo: Anyway, the NLCW decided to put me on tour for my big return, so I could do a bit of promoting for the company while getting back in-touch with my fans and hopefully spreading the good name of the NLCW to the uninformed masses. Was one hell of a success and a hell of a good time, getting to meet up with all my fans and doing everything I'd normally do at these gatherings, just on a more constant basis. Still, good things need to come to an end sometime... and so tonight, the NLCW has wrapped up my little national tour for the company and brought me back on TV to start getting my face on the small screen again.

Shrugging, Dominic chuckles at the thought of it all, shaking his head.

Dominic Pericolo: Bit of a strange way to go about phasing me back in, but who am I to complain? It's given me tons of time to spend with my new family.

Kevin Ryder: How is Suki, anyway? Many of us haven't seen her in quite a long time!

Dominic Pericolo: She's doing great, Ryder... she's doing really, really great. Our son, Ehno, is a handful at times, but he's by far the most amazing little person I've ever seen. He and his mother are my biggest source of inspiration and drive right now, I gotta say... they're a huge reason as to why I'm out here tonight, still moving forward with the company to the best of my ability. Fact of the matter is, with all I've done... I've still plenty left to do, and this is my chance to get it all over with before I actually hang up my boots for good next time.

Kevin Ryder: You mean you're still planning on retiring soon?

Dominic Pericolo: Not soon per se, but rather when I'm satisfied. Much as I loved that last match with Champion... I wasn't ready to hang things up for good. Financially, things were good but not good enough to last forever, nevermind the fact that my desire for the ring hadn't yet gone away. It took a lot of planning but hey, most good things do... in any event, here I am tonight, getting ready to defend my Hardcore title.

Kevin Ryder: And what do you think of your opponent, Madison Kave?

Dominic Pericolo: She's a nice girl from what I've heard, and a hell of a determined competitor. From what little I've been exposed to of her, she's definitely impressive... it should be a fun match that sees the both of us giving all we have to hold that title. I gotta admit, I'm not the biggest of hardcore fighters myself, always been more of a physical fighter without needing weapons, but there's a certain skill to excelling in a hardcore match without relying too heavily on the weapons surrounding you. I'm starting to find my groove in the division, although to be honest I'm starting to wonder when I'll ever move forward from it.

Kevin Ryder: Well, with a tag team title and a titleshot from Sultan for any championship of your wish... you definitely have more control over your future in the NLCW's divisions than any other wrestler around right now.

Dominic nods in agreement, knowing the words to be true. For all that was going on, and for all that had yet to actually begin, he had a lot more options than anyone else around right now. Still, another triple-champion likely didn't appeal to the board nearly as much as it may have in the past, even if it was Dominic Pericolo who was holding all the gold.

Dominic Pericolo: I'm waiting more out of respect for my competition in the divisions, and my respect for the fears of the board over the title situation. If I have to, I may go ahead and vacate the hardcore title here in time and try to get a good tournament going, breathe some life back into the division. As it stands, I'm kind-of sitting around waiting for challenges to come around, and there really haven't been all too many. If nothing else, I'm hoping to change that before my time as champion is over.

A small alarm goes off, apparently from Dominic's watch as he glances down at it and sighs, looking back up to Ryder once again and shrugging his shoulders to the interviewer, as if helpless to the circumstances now befalling him.

Dominic Pericolo: Anyway, Ryder, it's been fun, but I have to get moving. Match starts in five... I can't really go out there and fight when I'm sitting around here talking now can I?

Kevin Ryder: But we just--

Dominic Pericolo: Next time book your interviews at least an hour ahead of the match or something, man... you're cutting these things too short for your own good! I get trying to be efficient, but really, it's a bit much. Anyway, to everyone watching on... I'll see you guys out there soon, and I'm ready to give you all one hell of a match, you can trust me on that.

Flashing a thumbs up to the camera crew in front of him, Dominic rises from the stool and leaves the stuttering, stunned Kevin Ryder behind on the set, making his way off-screen to get himself ready for the match at hand. Finally snapping out of his stupor, Ryder sighs and snaps his fingers, a frustrated look on his face.

Kevin Ryder: Damn it, I have got to stop doing this to myself. And to think I'd hoped for a legitimate career in journalism...

And on that particularly sad note, we cut to ringside.

---

"The Edge of Infinity" by Lunatica hits, and Madison Kave appears on the stage, walking towards the ring, to take on her opponent.

There's a long pause. The crowd begins to die down, awaiting what's next... and the arena is eerily quiet except for the murmurs of the crowd.


A massive explosion rocks the rampway as the entire arena is bathed in a golden light, the mixed sounds of cello and piano playing throughout the arena as the beginning of "Viva La Vida (Instrumental Version)" by Coldplay kicks in, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Already slowly picking up in tempo alongside of the music, the crowd begins to chant "DO-MO-NIC! DO-MO-NIC!", sparklers falling from the rafters and down in front of the entrance to the ramp, obscuring it from view.

A figure can now faintly be seen through the falling sparklers, making his way forward until he eventually steps through them, head lowered. The crowd continues their chants, an aura seemingly surrounding the stage as the man simply stands there for a moment, the music still playing, before he lifts himself up completely, standing straight atop the rampway and thrusting an arm into the air.

Dominic Pericolo lets a confident roar escape his lungs, fireworks go off the sides of the stage and the waterfall-esque sparklers slow to a stop.

A confident grin flashes across his face as Dominic stands before the fans all-too familiar to him, his arm lowering and his eyes fixing towards the ring, wherein stands his opponent, Tyler Scott. He begins to make his way down to the ring, his stride quick and confident. For the first time in what feels like forever, Dominic Pericolo holds his arms out to the side to slap hands with the ringside fans along the way, and the crowd just keeps on chanting.

"DO-MO NIC! DO-MO-NIC! DO-MO-NIC!"

AJ: Dominic Pericolo retained his Hardcore Title this Sunday.

Circling the ring, Dominic makes his way around it slapping the hands of fans along the way as Lucinda Welch stands in the middle of the ring, a smile on her face as she gives him his introduction.

LW: Coming to the ring at this time, weighing in at 270 pounds... from Sacramento, California... he is the NLCW Hardcore Champion and one half of the NLCW Tag Team Champions... DOOOOOOMIIIIIINIIIIIIIIC PERIIIIIIICOOOOOOLOOOOO!!!!

Making his way up the steel steps, Dominic pauses to stare out at the fans, a look in his eyes showing the gratitude he has for them, the appreciation he holds for all they've done... Dominic simply nods his head and flashes yet another grin. Entering into the ring, Dominic walks across it towards the other corner, climbing up the corner and lifting a fist into the air for the cheering fans. He steps down off the turnbuckle as his music begins to fade, and turns around to face Tyler Scott, who now stands on the opposite end of the ring. Dominic looks over to Lucinda for a moment as she's about to leave the ring and waves at her, that grin still on his face. She smiles and waves back before leaving the ring, the referee coming over to Dominic to check if he's ready. Dominic turns to the ref and holds out his hand, shaking hands with the referee and nodding his head.


AJ:  These two have never faced each other before, but I can see this being a brutal match!

BT:  The NLCW Hardcore Title is on the line... it's going to be vicious!

The referee calls for the bell to start off the match as the two men walk into the middle of the ring.

AJ:  And here we go!

The crowd is intense as the two competitors start out by exchanging right hands back and forth, Pericolo first, then Kave, then Pericolo, then Kave, and finally it appears that Pericolo is getting the upper hand at the start here as he Irish Whips Kave into the corner. Pericolo then comes running toward him and connects with a clubbing blow which stuns Kave momentarily. As Kave staggers out of the corner, Pericolo moves behind her and hooks in a Full Nelson before turning the maneuver into a Full Nelson Slam, and Kave bounces off the mat!

AJ: A great move by Pericolo!

BT: Pericolo is a great technician.

Pericolo reaches down and picks up Kave, hooks in a suplex and connects with a hard snap suplex. Finally Pericolo floats over and begins tossing more punches to Kave’s head as Kave tries to cover up from the assault.  Pericolo then takes a few steps back and waits as Kave is trying to get back up to her feet again, but Pericolo charges in and hits a running knee lift, and now he goes for the pin. The referee counts:
1...
2...
Kickout!

AJ: Madison Kave kicks out!

Kave then rolls out of the ring immediately and begins catching her breath. Pericolo then rolls out of the ring after Kave.  He grabs Kave by the head and slams her into the apron.  And again!  And again!

AJ:  Pericolo is relentless!

Pericolo rolls Kave back into the ring.  Pericolo follows. However, Kave is able to get to her feet first, and now she begins stomping away at Pericolo, kicking him hard in the ribs and in the head!

BT:  Suddenly Kave is in control!

AJ:  She saw the opportunity and she pounced on it!

Kave then starts repeatedly stomping away at Pericolo's spine!

AJ: She not giving up this advantage!

Kave then runs into the ropes and goes for an elbow drop, but Pericolo quickly rolls out of the way and Kave hits the mat! Pericolo then rolls out of the ring and searches under the ring for a weapon as Kave get to her feet and walks back toward the ring ropes waiting for Pericolo. In the meantime, Pericolo pulls out a trash can and Kave sends herself over the ropes with a vaulting body press!  Pericolo gets the trash can up and Kave goes crashing face first into it.

AJ: It looks like that move backfired on Kave.

BT: Pericolo just drove that garbage can into Kave's face!

AJ: Brutal.

BT:  I have a feeling it's going to get worse!

Pericolo drops the can to the mat.

AJ:  Look at that trash can.  It's dented in from Madison Kave's face!

Pericolo now pulls Kave up.  He sends her crashing into the can with a DDT!  Pericolo now pulls her upand Irish whips her into the steel stairs!  Pericolo now throws the trash can right into Madison Kave's face!  He then charges at her and hits the can with a spinning wheel kick, crashing the can into Kave's face!

AJ: BOOM!

Pericolo slowly climbs back up to his feet, kicking the trashcan away. He lifts Kave up and leads her back to the ring, rolling her in and then pulling up the ring apron in search for another weapon. Kave slowly reaches his feet as Pericolo pulls out a chair, standing up with it...

AJ: OH MY GAWD!!!

BT: Pericolo just caught that chair in the face!

Kave slid across the ring and hit the chair, kicking it right into Pericolo's face!

AJ:  Nice move!

Pericolo stumbles back as Kave gets to her feet on the outside!  She then leaps up and hits Pericolo with a hurricanrana!

AJ: Another nice move!

Kave grabs the chair now and she cracks it against Pericolo's spine.  And again.  And again.  And again! 

BT:  Brutal!

Kave finally drops the chair. She then lifts the apron and pulls out an assortment of weapons, sliding a kendo stick, another trashcan filled with items, and cookie sheet into. Kave goes under the ring one more time and she pulls out a table!  She then slides it into the ring. Pericolo slowly gets to his feet.  As Kave turns around Pericolo kicks her in the midsection!  He then drops her with a DDT!

BT: Pericolo with the come-from-behind assault on Kave!

Pericolo smacks Kave's head into the ring apron a few times before rolling her into the ring and following. He stands and makes his way over to Kave, reaching down to lift her up... but Kave pulls him into a small package!

AJ: Small package!

1...
2...
KICKOUT!

BT: And it's not enough to keep Pericolo down!

Pericolo and Kave roll away quickly, stumbling to their feet. Kave picks up a chair and Pericolo lifts the kendo stick, both turning at the same time. Pericolo swings the kendo stick and Kave raises the chair to block it.  Kave then swings the chair, cracking Pericolo in the skull!

AJ: BOOM!

BT: WHAT A SHOT!!!

Pericolo falls to the mat.  He drops the kendo stick as Kave drops the chair and walks towards him.

AJ: Kave on the offensive now.

Kave grabs Pericolo by the back of the neck and pulls him to his feet. Suddenly, Pericolo pushes her arms off and leaps up with a dropkick. Kave stumbles back a step as Pericolo gets to his feet.  Pericolo charges at he hits her with a clotesline. Pericolo then unloads with a strong chop, followed by another. Pericolo goes for a third, however, Kave shoves Pericolo away. Pericolo rolls onto his back and charges in again, this time with a flurry of jabs. Pericolo now pulls Kave out of the corner and he bodyslams her down to the mat!

AJ: Now Pericolo in charge once again!

Pericolo rolls back to his feet again this time charging in with a vertical splash. Kave stumbles out and Pericolo quickly capitalizes with a bulldog. Back to his feet, Pericolo snaps off a leg drop to the back of Kave’s neck. Pericolo drags Kave parallel toward the ropes and drops an elbow before backing up. Pericolo charges toward his opponent, stepping onto Kave’s back before leaping off onto the top rope. Pericolo back flips off, spinning around a half turn and driving his back onto Kave’s back before rolling off.

AJ: Beautiful Corkscrew Moonsault Senton by Pericolo!

Pericolo stands up. He pulls up the table and sets it up in the corner.  He the pulls Kave to her feet.  He tries to Irish whip her into the table!  Kave blocks it.  Kave then drops Pericolo to the mat with a clothesline!  Kave then picks up the trash can.  Pericolo stands up.  Kave swings the can.  Pericolo dodges it!  He then hits the can with a Yazuka kick, sending it crashing to Kave's face!

BT: Nice move!

AJ: Oh yeah!

Pericolo then pulls Kave up.  Kave has the kendo stick in her hand!  As Pericolo grabs her she cracks him in the head with the kendo stick!

BT:  What a back-and-forth match!

Kave then moves in as Pericolo rises up, kicking him in the gut as he attempts to stand. Kave quickly hooks Pericolo in a front facelock and she drives him down to the mat with a snap suplex!

AJ: Snap suplex by Kave!

Kave pulls Pericolo to his feet and snaps off an Irish whip. Pericolo counters with a hammerlock. Kave reverses into a hammerlock of his own. Pericolo throws back an elbow, stunning Kave before another breaks the hold. Pericolo leaps up and throws out a boot, flipping back with a kick to Kave’s head. Kave stumbles back as Pericolo reaches over for a chair. Kave moves back in, kicking Pericolo’s leg out from under him. Pericolo collapses to the mat.  Kave grabs the chair.  She swings it at Pericolo.  He slides out of the way and connects with a forearm to Kave's stomach!

AJ: Desperation counter by Pericolo!

Kave drops the chair and stumbles back.  Pericolo stands up and picks up the chair in both hands.  He then drives it into Kave’s chest. Kave stumbles back into the corner as Pericolo swings the chair once again.  The chairshot connects and Kave drops to the mat!

AJ: A vicious chairshot!

Pericolo drops the chair onto Kave's face as she lays on the mat.  He then drops an elbow onto the chair, crushing Kave below.  He then stands up and drops a leg.

AJ: Madison Kave is being crushed under that chair!

BT: She could be unconscious!

Pericolo quickly goes for the cover:
1...
2...

AJ:  Three... wait! NO! Somehow, Kave KICKS OUT!!

Frustrated, Pericolo pulls Kave up with him and signals for the end quickly, whipping Kave off towards the ropes! Off the rebound, however, Kave comes barreling in and drives Pericolo to the mat with a diving clothesline! Kave rolls through to her feet and spins around, watching as Pericolo stands and quickly delivering a boot to the gut, applying a standing headscissors and then SPIKING Pericolo onto the chair with a piledriver!

AJ: Pericolo's head just crashed into the chair!

BT: And his neck could be broken!

Kave pulls herself back up, looking to regain control as he yanks Pericolo up off the mat and stomps him several times in the gut, driving the wind out of him! He then quickly wraps his arm around Pericolo's neck but Pericolo shoves her away!  Kave charges in quickly, but Pericolo steps to the side and...

AJ: DECAPITATION!

BT: OUT OF NOWHERE!

The cover:
1...
2...
3!!

AJ: Pericolo WINS! WHAT a match!!

BT:  Madison Kave put in a great effort!

AJ:  Definitely.  That match could have gone either way!

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Three Six Mafia’s ‘Who run it’ plays throughout the arena and the lights strobe red, white and green around the entrance way as Carmine Styles is risen up from the bottom of the stage. Once he is fully on the stage Red, White and Green pyro shot up right in front of him as he walks out. Wearing his custom Blue Italian soccer shirt and the Italian flag hanging from the front of his pants. He looks out into the crowd, surveying the masses, before stepping out into the aisle way and throws his arms out (ala Orton). At which point pyro’s shoot off all the way down the ramp. Once he’s at ringside Carmine wastes no time getting into the ring. Where he climbs the turnbuckle standing on the middle rope at the far post and poses with his arms up just as he did at the top of the entranceway.

A deep blue haze descends on the arena as the sounds of an organ hover through the air. Suddenly the NLCW-Tron sparks into like and displays what looks to be the screen of a heart monitor, a long blue line running across the immense screen before all of a sudden darting up and down to the sound of each not. Each long note draws out from the PA system and eerily haunts the crowd who begin to wonder what this is.

After several notes a synthesizer kicks in with a more lively collection of beats. The line on the ‘Tron begins shifting wildly to the sounds, following each with a rapid darting motion. After ten seconds a bass line begins to thump through this odd collection of tones, a methodical echoing strumming that accompanies the previous sounds. The crowd tries to hold back its anticipation as nothing and no one appears to them. Suddenly the melancholy, deep voice of Leonard Cohen rumbles through into the arena with words from ‘Woke Up This Morning’.

I woke up this morning, Got myself a gun,
Mama always said I'd be The Chosen One.
One in a million, I believe, gotta burn to shine,
Born under a bad sign with a blue moon in my eyes.

Still nobody comes out onto the stage and the crowd is getting anxious. The commotion rises and rises but there is still no figure to greet them.

I woke up this morning and all the love had gone,
My Papa never told me about right and wrong.
But I'm looking good, baby, I believe that I'm feeling fine,,
I was born under a bad sign with a blue moon in my eyes.

The blue haze remains in place and every set of eyes in the arena is placed firmly on the stage, waiting in desperation for the person to emerge.

Finally an immense figure strides out onto the stage, draped in a long black leather trench coat. With his eyes shrouded by a pair of blackened sunglasses he stares at the crowd and then down to the ring. Unmistakably, this is ‘The Reality’ Isaac Reynolds.

I got a blue moon in my eyes.
Do whatever your soul says,
God damn shame about it.
I got a blue moon in my eyes.

Reynolds begins to walk down the ramp, his coat tails gliding behind him. He has a smirk written across his face as he stares into the crowd who are cheering him wildly. Making his way to the ring he turns his head from side to side, looking at the fans who are delighted to see him in the flesh.

LW: Introducing… ‘THE REALITY’ ISAAC REYNOLDS!!!

I woke up this morning and the world turned upside down,
Thing's ain't been the same since the Blues walked into town.
But I'm one in a million, ‘Cause I've got that shotgun shine.
Born under a bad sign with a blue moon in my eyes.

Reynolds reaches the ring and climbs onto the apron before stepping through the ropes. In the ring he removes his sunglasses and his trenchcoat, handing them over to the referee before performing some last minute stretches.


The two men glare at one another.  Reynolds then charges in to go for a lock up, which Vestieri ducks, leaving Reynolds having to turn around. A hard kick smacks into Reynolds's exposed ribs...once...twice...three times.

AJ: That's some high impact on those kicks!

BT:  Vestieri starting this match off with some fast action!

Reynolds returns the kicks, hitting Vestieri with strong, thunderous blows to the stomach. A stern throat thrust into Reynolds and Vestieri quickly grabs the arm of Reynolds and Irish whips him against the ropes. Vestieri then follows him in and nails him with a spinning heel kick, sending Reynolds crashing down.  Vestieri now pauses, waiting as Reynolds picks himself up.

AJ: Vestieri flying around the ring here, now slowing up, preying on Reynolds. This is not a good start for Reynolds, not be any means!

BT: Vestieri seems in top form tonight!

Reynolds stands and Vestieri charges him and spears him down to the mat!  The spea is swiftly followed by mounted punches to the head, over and over again. Reynolds attempts to cover up but it is futile. Vestieri then grabs him by the neck and hauls him back up... Reynolds fights back with some punches, and goes to fire off Vestieri at the ropes, but Vestieri reverses it, short arming Reynolds into him before executing a strong Belly-To-Back suplex.

AJ: Vestieri in control here!

BT: He's overwhelming the big man right now!

AJ:  I'm surprised.

Reynolds slowly gets to his feet.  He then kicks Vestieri in the stomach, causing him to double over. Reynolds backs up and charges at Vestieri. He clotheslines Vestieri down to the mat!

AJ: Reynolds mounting a comeback!

BT:  He's too powerful to be overwhelmed for long!

Reynolds now heads outside and he picks up the ladder!

AJ:  The ladder is in play now folks!

BT:  Isaac Reynolds has slid the ladder into the ring!

As Isaac Reynolds re-enters the ring, Vestieri flies at him, hitting him with a flying crossbody!  Vestieri now picks up the ladder!  As Reynolds gets to his feet, Vestieri drives the ladder into his stomach! Vestier now sets the ladder up.

AJ: Vestieri is setting up the ladder!

BT: He's trying to end this match quickly!

Reynolds gets to his feet.  Before Vestieri can climb the ladder, Reynolds hits him with a double axehandle to the spine!  Reynolds now grabs Vestieri by the head and he slams him into the ladder face first!  Vestieri and the ladder both crash to the mat!

AJ: WOW!

BT:  Isaac Reynolds possesses such brutal power.  This is going to be tough for Vestieri.

Reynolds pulls Vestieri to his feet, and he sets him up for a powerbomb! 

AJ: NO!!!

Isaac Reynolds powerbombs Carmine Vestieri onto the ladder!

BT: MY GOD!

AJ: His back could be broken!

BT:  That was brutal!

Reynolds shoves Vestieri off of the ladder.  He now pulls the ladder up.  Reynolds sets the ladder up in the center of the ring.  Vestieri still has not moved.  Isaac Reynolds starts to climb the ladder.

AJ:  Vestieri is out cold and Reynolds is now climbing the ladder.

BT:  Reynolds is almost at the top of the ladder!

Reynolds reaches up for the title.  Suddenly Vestieri leaps forwards, sending the ladder crashing down to the mat!  Isaac Reynolds collapses down to the mat as well!

AJ:  How did Vestieri get up in time!?

BT:  Both men are down now.

Slowly the two competitors get back to their feet again.  Reynolds approaches Vestieri.  Vestieri hits him with a Enziguri!

AJ: Nice move!

BT: Vestieri is so fast!

Vestieri pulls Reynolds to his feet. Reynolds responds with a shove which sends Vestieri against the ropes.  Reynolds steps back and rushes at Vestieri, who uses presence of mind to use Reynolds's momentum to toss him over the top rope.

AJ:  Isaac Reynolds is tossed to the outside!

Vestieri shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and then runs in one direction, bounces off the ropes, comes back and hits a baseball slide on Reynolds, who falls against the crowd barrier. Vestieri hauls himself up and steps away, before running at the ropes and leaping over the top one with a huge suicide dive on Reynolds against the barrier!!!

AJ: OH MY GOD!!

BT: He just took it to the air like SUPERMAN!

After a good ammount of time, Vestieri picks himself up and then grabs at Reynolds and whips him hard into the ring steps, sending them crashing apart.

AJ: Vestieri just brutalizing Reynolds now!

Vestieri then drags Reynolds over to the guardrail and slams his head against it. Then again.  And again!  Vestieri now clotheslines Reynolds down to the mat!  He the drops a leg!  Vestieri then picks up Reynolds and slams him onto the ring apron! Vestieri punches at Reynolds a number of times before moving back to the ring.  Vestieri sets the ladder up.  He then starts to climb.

AJ:  Vestieri going for the title now!

BT:  Isaac Reynolds is back on his feet though!

Reynolds slides into the ring!  He suddenly grabs the ladder and lifts it up!  Vestieri is on the ladder as Reynolds runs with it!  Isaac Reynolds then throws the ladder out of the ring!

AJ:  MY GOD!

BT:  WHAT POWER!

The crowd cheers as Isaac Reynolds leaves the ring.  He pulls Vestieri up and he hits a T-bone suplex onto the ladder!  Isaac Reynolds picks up the ladder now and he slides it into the ring.  Isaac Reynolds sets the ladder up now!  Carmine Vestieri is out on the outside!  Reynolds now starts to climb!  Vestieri is on his feet.  Vestieri dives into the ring, knocking the ladder over!  Isaac Reynolds collapses to the mat!

AJ:  This is brutal!

Vestieri slowly struggles to get to his feet.  He uses the ropes to stand up.  vestier now climbs up to the top rope!

AJ:  What is he doing!?

BT:  This could be bad!

Vestieri watches and sees Reynolds is not moving. With a deep breath, Vestieri leaps off the top.

AJ: Here he goes!

Vestieri flies off of the ropes and he hits a 450 splash!

BT:  What a move!

Isaac Reynolds is out on the mat.  Vestieri slowly starts to stir.  He picks up the ladder and he balances it in the corner.  Vestieri pulls Reynolds up and he Irish whips him into the ladder!  Reynolds' spine crashes into the steel!  Vestieri now charges at him and leaps!  Reynolds catches him! 

AJ:  This looks bad for Vestieri!

Isaac Reynolds steps out of the corner, still holding Vestieri.  He then turns, sets Vestieri up and drives him into the ladder with a powerslam!

AJ:  BRUTAL!!!

BT:  MY GOD!!!

Isaac Reynolds now pulls the ladder out from under Vestieri.  He sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring.  Reynolds starts to climb.  Vestieri reaches up and he grabs Reynolds' ankle!  Reynolds kicks him free.  Vestieri grabs him again.  Reynolds kicks him away again.  Vestieri is on his knees now.  He grabs Reynolds' leg and pulls him down!  Both men are on their feet now.  Reynolds swings at Vestieri.  Vestieir ducks.  He then leaps up and hits Reynolds with a spinning heel kick!  Reynolds falls backwards, knocking the ladder over!

BT:  These two are just destroying each other here tonight!

vestieri now sets the ladder up once again.  He starts to climb.  As he reaches the halfway point, he notices that Reynolds is on his feet.  Vestieri quickly turns around and he leaps off of the ladder!  He grabs Reynolds by the head and drives him down to the mat with a hurricanrana!

AJ:  GREAT MOVE!

Vestieri gets to his feet once again.  He now starts to climb the ladder.  Isaac Reynolds gets to his feet.  Reynolds drives his forearm into Vestieri's spine.  Reynolds pulls Vestieri off of the ladder.  He then sets Vestieri up and drives him down to the mat with a DDT!  Reynolds starts to climb now!  Vestieri gets to his feet!  He quickly starts to climb the other side of the ladder! 

AJ:  Both men are climbing!

The two competitors meet at the top of the ladder!  Vestieri throws a punch.  Then Reynolds.  Then Vestieri.  Then Reynolds.  Then Reynolds again.  Vestieri is staggered!  Reynolds reaches up! 

BT:  His hand is on the title!  He just needs to pull it down!

Vestieri regains his balance and he drives an elbow into Reynolds' stomach.  Reynolds doubles over.  Vestieri reaches up for the title now.  Reynolds reaches up as well!

AJ:  BOTH MEN ARE HOLDING THE AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP!

BT:  ONLY ONE MAN CAN WIN!  WHO WILL IT BE!?

Reynolds pulls on the title.  It stays attached.  Vestieri elbows Reynolds once again.  Vestieri now takes another step up the ladder.  He reaches up with both hands and grabs the title!

AJ:  Vestieri has it!

Isaac Reynolds now drives his shoulder into Vestieri's stomach!

AJ:  Vestieri is still holding the title!

BT:  But he can't get it loose!

Reynolds drives his shoulder into Vestieri's stomach again!  Vestieri releases the title!  Reynolds grabs it now! Vestieri grabs it once again!

AJ:  BOTH MEN ARE HOLDING THE BELT!?

BT:  THIS IS INSANE!

While holding the title, Reynolds now throws all of his weight forward!  The ladder leans and falls!  Vestieri falls off of the ladder, over the ropes and through the announce table!  Reynolds falls to the mat...

AJ:  Carmine Vestieri has just destroyed our table!

BT:  But... but... YES!  ISAAC REYNOLDS HAS THE TITLE!

AJ:  ISAAC REYNOLDS WINS!

BT:  COULD IT HAVE BEEN ANY CLOSER!?

Isaac Reynolds lays on the mat holding the title as the crowd rises to its feet in cheers.

AJ:  My God what a match!

Suddenly, the thudding sounds of the Chemical Brothers echoes out of the public announce system. The familiar but not instantly pinpointed theme song strikes the audience for a suspenseful moment. As realisation hit every person in the arena, Isaac Reynolds rises to his feet to swings around towards the stage.

AJ: Is that…?

With all eyes on the stage, a rippling excitement flows across the fans. Suddenly, the man they are waiting for appear from behind the curtain.

AJ: It is… It’s Tyler Scott

BT: What the hell is he doing here?

Tyler Scott hobbles gingerly out into the centre of the ring, taking in the cheers and applause from the crowd, seemingly nearly overwhelmed by the experience he thought he wouldn’t have the opportunity to feel again.

AJ: Tyler Scott is back! He made an appearance nearly a month ago when he came out at the end of another Isaac Reynolds match.

BT: Why is he here? What does he want? He can hardly walk.

Looking down the ramp, Tyler Scott once again focuses on Reynolds. He begins to stumble forward, limping with both legs. He back is hunched over and his legs are dead stiff. Waddling forward, he struggles to keep back the pain of walking. Shooting pains in his lower back are evident on his grimacing face.

In the ring, Isaac Reynolds looks at Tyler Scott slowly making his way to the ring and holds his ground.

AJ: Tyler Scott has been in hospital for over nearly 3 months. He made his last competitive in the Sultan of the Squared Circle Tournament. His only visitor in hospital was Isaac Reynolds.

BT: That doesn’t explain why the cripple is here tonight.

Tyler gets to the ring steps, which he eyes with a slight fear. Taking a deep breath, he hauls his right leg up onto the first tread. It is evident that the climb up the steps is hard and agonising for the injured superstar, but he pushes himself onto the ring apron. He carefully enters the ring and steps up to Isaac Reynolds. There is no hostility, but a certain competitive nature in the air. Tyler Scott asks for a microphone.

Tyler Scott: Fuck me it’s good to be back

The crowd cheer his arrival

Tyler Scott: I will be brutally honest here, that walk to the ring nearly killed me. That walk to the ring has taken 8 long weeks of rehab and physiotherapy. That walk has taken blood and sweat out of me. However, it is all worth to be here now in front of you, Isaac Reynolds.

Isaac Reynolds raises his eyebrows in intrigue.

Tyler Scott: Isaac, you were the only person to visit me in hospital. None of my family, none of my friends, none of the other NLCW superstars or staff dropped by to see how I was. It was only you Isaac. I don’t even know you that well, yet you were the only person to come to Detroit to see me. And, I have to ask myself why. Why would you do that Isaac? Is it because you wanted to laugh and mock me as I laid there with a fractured back? Is it because you wanted to see a NLCW superstar dying out in the shadows? What was it Isaac?

Isaac Reynolds: I did not come to see you to mock you, Tyler. I did not come to watch you burn out. I went to see you because I did not want to see you give up. You are a part of NLCW. You are NLCW through and through. You are a true competitor and NLCW needs more people like you, Tyler.

Tyler Scott: Me and you are alike Isaac. Not in many ways. Certainly not in looks. I mean, you’re built like a brick shithouse and I am far more easy on the eye. But Isaac, we are both wrestlers. We are competitors. We are both winners. We are not like these other pretenders. We are not fighters. We are not thugs. We are the last true wrestlers. And that is why I am back. Isaac Reynolds, I want to face you. Just me and you. Man against man. A true wrestling match. I am back to give these fans one more dose of Tyler Scott and I would like nothing better than the face the one man who could give the world a show-stopping match. What do you say?

Tyler Scott holds out his hand.

Isaac Reynolds: I would love to.

Isaac shakes Tyler Scott’s hand in the ring. The respect is evident, but both men have a glint of competitive nature in their eyes, knowing that a true opponent in waiting for them.

---

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.

This is the year where hope fails you
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 scanning the crowd.

I fight for the unconventional
My right, and its unconditional
I can only, be as real as I can
The disadvantage is
I never knew the plan
This isn't just the way to be a martyr
I can't, walk alone any longer
I fight, for the ones who can't fight
And if I lose, at least I tried

Frank has begun his trek to the ring, his glare now trained on the ring until he is at ringside when he then leaps onto the apron in a single bound.

LW: Standing at six-foot four, weighing three hundred and twenty-two pounds, the Monster, FFFRRRRRAAAANNNNKKKKK MMMMMEEEERRRRIIITTTTT!

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 waits for the match to begin.

BT: Frank Merritt is back!

AJ: And he doesn't look happy!

BT:  Is he ever happy?

AJ:  Good point.

The arena lights flicker then the arena goes dark. Purple lights hit the main area of the stage as smoke billows up towards it as voices can be heard.

"ENIGMA, READY TO DIE?"

"I WAS BORN READY MOTHERF*CKER"

Yo, yo, yo,
It's the feast of the blood resin,
Unleash the beast within,
I walk around, with the strength of a hundred men,
You best to run before I count to ten,
Blood drippin from my canine, like a fountain pen,
It seems I've been asleep for a thousand years,
The way my water change it bring me a thousand tears,
Prince of darkness, they walk through the rays of light,
To this beat a vampire, I'm the prototype,
The shape shifting mirror image flash photo type,
To everlasting original red blood-o-type

Enigma makes his way from behind the curtain, the black & purple trench coat he's wearing almost glistens in the lights that flicker on and off in the arena. He makes his way down the ramp and up the steps as Lucinda makes her announcement.

Try to use my name, that's fatal,
Try to claim my fame, (for)that's fatal,
About to brave the pain, that's fatal,
Bite through your jugular vein, that's fatal,

LW: From West Palm Beach, California....I give to you "THE ENIGMA", BUCKY SKYLER!!!!!!

Bucky walks towards the ring and walks up the ring steps as he walks across the ring apron and grabs the top rope and looks out to the masses who are booing him and the wave of flashes that are engulfing him. He pulls himself up onto the second rope and raises his arms to his sides as he takes in the boo's. He then leaps over the top rope and walks to the center of the ring as he then runs up towards the ropes and leans on them as he berates the fans.


The bell sounds and both men circle each other. They lunge forward into a lockup before Frank shows his power advantage by throwing Enigma away like a ragdoll. The challenger laughs as Enigma makes it back to his feet, complaining the whole time that Frank pulled his hair. His complaint falls on deaf ears and he turns his attention back to the match. He circles Frank who has moved into the center of the ring before rushing in to lock up.

AJ: Enigma’s slipped behind Frank!

BT: German suplex to the big man!

Frank gets folded in half and he immediately rolls out of the ring to regroup. Enigma leans over the top rope, spitting his insults in an attempt to bait him back into the ring. Frank holds the back of his head with his left hand while flipping Enigma off with his right.

BT: No respect from Frank Merritt

AJ: Did you expect anything different?

BT: Not really….that’s part of his charm.

After making the referee force Enigma back, Frank climbs the rings steps and enters through the ropes before cracking his knuckles. Enigma rushes past the referee and catches Frank by surprise with a hard right to the jaw, staggering the monster back into the turnbuckles. Enigma starts to light Frank up with repeated knife edge chops but Frank brings that to a halt with a thumb to the eye. He follows the thumb up by taking two handfuls of hair and throwing Enigma onto his back.

Frank ignores the warning from the ref and proceeds to stand on Enigma’s throat, choking the Champ with a smile on his face. At the count of four, Frank removes his foot and poses for the crowd. They boo as he flexes and Enigma rolls onto his hands and knees, still coughing from the choke hold. Frank reaches down and pulls him up with a handful of hair. This time, however, he receives the thumb to the eye. Enigma sprints to the far ropes and rebounds, catching his challenger in the side of the head with a running knee. Frank drops down to one knee and falls on the second rope while Enigma once again hits the far ropes. He slides under the bottom rope, lands on his feet, and connects with a hard uppercut to the chin of the Monster.

AJ: Enigma isn’t going to just let Frank walk over him, he’s going to give him one Hell of a fight!

BT: Frank is fresh, Aaron! How many matches has Enigma had recently? Frank has been living the good life out in L.A.!

Enigma crawls in under the bottom rope before hooking the leg and getting a two count. Enigma climbs to his feet and brings Frank up with him before driving a knee into the big man’s gut. He then locks in a headlock and drives the top of Frank’s skull into the mat with a DDT. The crowd pops as Enigma climbs to the top rope and takes flight, land a picture perfect elbow drop into the sternum of his opponent, and the crowd once again explodes.

AJ: This could be it!

BT: It’s going to take more than that to keep Frank down!

Enigma exits through the ropes to the outside of the ring and proceeds to throw the apron back. He pulls out a table and begins to set it up while inside the ring, the Monster begins to stir back to life. Before climbing back into the ring, Enigma first points at the table and then at Frank, drawing more cheers from the crowd. He slides in under the bottom rope and drives a boot into the Monsters ribs.

He pulls Frank to his feet and proceeds to set him up for a suplex and has his attempt blocked. Frank delivers a snap suplex of his own before tossing the Champ outside the ring. Once outside, Frank whips Enigma into the ring steps, sending them spilling across the floor. He grins as he stalks Enigma while the referee continues his count. Frank pulls Enigma up to his feet before sending him back inside the ring.

BT: Frank looks to have the upper hand here! Enigma isn’t moving too quickly and Frank’s already back inside.

Frank pulls Enigma up by the throat before sending him into the nearby turnbuckle. He charges in but Enigma moves and the Monster nearly shifts the ring with the impact of his shoulder and the turnbuckle. Enigma begins clubbing Frank from behind before choking him on the top rope. The referee steps in to try and pull the Champ off but is shoved aside. Frank takes advantage of the distraction by throwing an elbow that connects with Enigma’s jaw and sends him staggering.

Frank stays on the champ with repeated axe handle smashes to the back of the Champ, ultimately driving him into the mat. When the referee attempts to pull Frank off, he is once again shoved to the side and signals for the bell.

AJ: I think Frank has been disqualified!

BT:  WHAT!?

Frank turns his attention to the conversation taking place between the referee and the ring announcer. Enigma attacks from behind and plants Frank with the Pain Thrilla!

LW:  Due to both competitors attacking the official, this match has been ruled NO CONTEST!

AJ:  WHAT!?

BT:  WHAT!?!?!?

The crowd erupts into boo’s while Enigma forces the ref back into a corner. With Frank down on the mat, Drew Graham races out from the back with Carmine Vestieri on his heels. The two slide into the ring and lay into Enigma, causing the referee to get crushed in the corner. Drew lifts Enigma up for a back drop when Carmine grabs Enigma’s head and they drop in unison. The backdrop neckbreaker combo puts Enigma down for good and the two focus on helping Frank to his feet.

BT: Looks like Frank has made some friends already!

AJ: We already knew Drew was working with him but now Carmine?!

With Slipknot roaring throughout the arena, Frank exits the ring with his two associates at his side.