"Burning Bridges" by K-OS plays as we enter the arena. Pyro explodes and the fans are on their feet.   The camera pans around The Air Canada Centre as a sea of NLCW fans wave their signs and cheer!

Aaron Jennings: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Air Canada Centre in Toronto!  I'm Aaron Jennings with me as always is Bryan Terwilliger!

Bryan Terwilliger: Good evening everyone!  We're so glad you could join us tonight for this NLCW Special Presentation!

AJ: That's right... this is NLCW Eternity!

BT:  And what a card we have for you tonight!

AJ:  Five outstanding matches including the in-ring returns of several NLCW legends!

BT:  Plus we will name a brand new North American Champion!

AJ:  And, in our main event, the Sultan of the Squared Circle, Dominic Pericolo faces off against the NLCW Undisputed World Champion Carmine Vestieri, with the title on the line!

BT:  Oh baby, this is gonna be big!

AJ: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm getting word from backstage that tonight's challenger for the NLCW World Heavyweight Championship, a former two-time World Champion himself in Dominic Pericolo, has finally arrived!

BT: And I assume we-- yeah, yeah, we're going to go have a look.


The cameras do indeed cut to the parking garage of the arena, as cars drive about within it, some still seeking a parking space while others are simply seeking to leave. A single black car is slowly crossing over a speedbump in the garage and making its way towards the camera, eventually pulling around close to the entrance to the arena from the garage. As it comes to a stop, the cameras make their way over to the car, whose back door opens up to reveal the man himself as he begins to step out, a slight smirk on his face. The arena goes nuts at the sight of the NLCW legend, as he says a few words to the driver unheard by the camera before finally stepping out completely and closing the door behind him. Recognizing the camera, Dominic shrugs to himself slightly and starts making his way over, the car now driving off.

At the scene is another "man himself" all his own... Kevin Ryder. Dominic seems less than impressed.

KR: Dominic! Dominic Pericolo! Can I have a few words?

Dominic Pericolo: I-- er... didn't you just have a few words there, Ryder?

KR: What? Uh, no, I...

Dominic Pericolo: Kidding. Alright, what's up? What do you want? I got a match to finish preparations for here, man.

KR: Yes! The match, the... how are you feeling about facing Carmine Vestieri for the third time since your return, especially now that it's for the actual NLCW World Heavyweight Championship? Are you nervous at all? Are you--

Dominic lifts his hand, a chuckle escaping his lips as he lowers and shakes his head. There's a sincere look of amusement on his face at the notion as he lifts his head again to look at Ryder, the chuckling stopping and a sigh now taking its place.

Dominic Pericolo: Yeah... I heard about that, Vestieri and his whole "fear" shtick. Look, Ryder, I've never feared a man in the ring. I've feared a match, feared a circumstance-- hell, you never know true fear in wrestling until you're about to step into the Final Solution match, after all-- but... I don't fear man. Violent A couldn't do it, Sean Galen couldn't do it... hell, the only guy who ever came close was Durst, and that was just a fear for the safety of my family more than anything. To me, Carmine Vestieri is like... he's like Shane Perry lite.

The crowd roars with cheers at the comment, as Kevin Ryder remains patiently silent to allow Dominic's answer to go on. Dominic pauses for a brief moment, crossing his arms and turning slightly to the camera, now looking at the camera rather than Ryder. Suddenly, the interview has turned into something of a promo.

Dominic Pericolo: Look, I figure it's better I just say this to the camera, in the off-chance that somewhere back there, Vestieri's in his locker room, watching this right now. Kid... I've said it before, to cameras and even to myself. You have potential. Shit, kid, you have all the potential in the world to be something great... but that's potential, kid, and it's not realized. You? You got thrust into this position because there was no-one there to stand in your way. Right now? You are Shane Perry lite... you're no-where near the level that man was at in his prime, but I think you can get there one day. Maybe that day is today, maybe your night to shine is tonight. Maybe... maybe our match truly will push you to an entirely new level for you.

Dominic's face grows deathly serious now as he turns, pointing a finger at the camera with a frown on his face.

Dominic Pericolo: But if you think, even for a fleeting second, that that level will ever come close enough to instill even the smallest pangs of fear in my heart, you are so far off-base and so unprepared for tonight's match that I can guaran-fucking-tee you that you will be thrown around that ring like you're Texas Tim with ring rust, do you understand me?

Backing away from the camera, Dominic turns now, lifting a hand over his shoulder to silence Ryder before he can say anything and simultaneously waving to the camera as he begins his walk, bag slung over his shoulder, towards the entrance of the arena. The last words Dominic utter bring the crowd to their feet, the NLCW legend clearly ready and focused for the battle ahead of him.

Dominic Pericolo: See you in the ring, kid.

Fade to ringside.


Lucinda Welch:  Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall...

The lights go out and The Prophet makes his way down to the ring.

LW:  ... Introducing first: The Prophet!!!

The Prophet enters the ring, lit by a spotlight.

LW:  And 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!!!




The bell rings and the two men square off in the center of the ring.

AJ:  Ladies and gentlemen, we're ready for our first match here tonight.

BT:  The first match on NLCW Eternity!

AJ:  And they lock up!

The two men grapple in the middle of the ring.  Suddenly, Paul York rakes his fingers across The Prophet's eyes.

BT:  Eye rake!

AJ:  Dirty move!

BT:  But it works!

York now clotheslines Prophet down to the mat!  He then stomps on Prophet's chest.  Again. And again.

AJ:  You're right... Paul York is now definitely in control of this match!

York hits leg drop on Prophet.  York pulls the Prophet to his feet.  York grabs him, but Prophet pushes him away.
Prophet now hits York with an inverted atomic drop.

BT:  Not anymore!  The Prophet is fighting back!

Prophet now drives a knee into Paul York's chest.  He then hits him with a DDT, sending him crashing into the mat!
Prophet hits York with an elbow drop now.  Prophet now bends down and he grabs York's head, attempting to pull him off of the mat.  York kicks Prophet in the head.

AJ:  Ouch!

BT:  A kick right to the temple and The Prophet is down!

Paul York is on his feet now.  York stomps Prophet.

AJ: Stomp to the chest!

BT:  That has to take the wind out of the Prophet.  It must be difficult for him to breathe right now.

The Prophet rolls over on the mat.  Paul York drives a knee into his spine.  York now pulls Prophet back to his feet.  He backs him up into the corner. York hits a knee to Prophet's groin!

BT:  OUCH!!!  OUCH!!!

AJ:  A low blow there!  That's just not right!

The Prophet drops to the mat.  The referee immediately begins to admonish Paul York.  The Prophet slowly gets to his feet, using the ropes for leverage.  York is still arguing with the official.  The Prophet is on his feet now.  He walks over towards York.  The referee is in between the two competitors.  Prophet pushes him out of the way and he tackles York to the mat!

AJ:  The Prophet just pushed the referee out of the way!  Things are really falling apart in this match!

Prophet now starts to unload on York with right and left hands!

BT:  Now Prophet is punching York in the face with closed fists!

The referee pulls Prophet off of York.  He now argues with Prophet about the closed fists.

AJ:  These two men are throwing the rulebook out the window here tonight!

BT:  And the referee is understandably not happy about it!

Prophet turns his attention back to his fallen opponent.  He fist drops York on the mat.

BT: Fist drop!

Prophet pulls York to his feet now.  Prophet executes a jumping sidekick on York.

BT:  Prophet follows up with a side kick.

AJ:  Great move!

Prophet rolls onto York connecting with a knee. Prophet pulls York up.  He then hits a piledriver on York.
Prophet moves back to his feet.  He drops a knee into York's spine.  Prophet pulls York up now.  York suddenly shoves him away!  York charges and he hits Prophet with a clothesline!  Prophet quickly bounces back to his feet.  York spears him down to the mat!

AJ:  What a spear!

BT: He almost cut him in half there!

York gets back to his feet.  He pulls Prophet up now.  Prophet swings at him with a hook punch.  York ducks it and he drives his knee into Prophet's chest.  York now sets Prophet up for a powerbomb!  Prophet drops to his knees and he hits Paul York with a low blow!

AJ:  Ooooooooh!!!!!

BT:  Returning the favour!

The referee immediately starts to scream at Prophet, threatening to disqualify him.

AJ:  The referee is enraged, but he's letting this match continue!

Both York and Prophet stagger to their feet now.  York shoves Prophet backwards.  Prophet collides with the referee!  Prophet charges towards York and he grabs him.  He now whips him across the ring!  York is now thrown into the referee!

BT:  Both of these competitors have just collided with the official!

AJ:  They've bent the rules all night and now they have both struck the official!

BT:  I think both of those were inadvertant though!

York and Prophet start exchanging punches in the middle of the ring.  The referee gets to his feet and he immediately calls for the bell!

AJ:  The ref has called for the bell!

BT:  What's the result!

Both men continue to brawl as the referee approaches Lucinda Welch.  The bell rings again.  The two men continue to battle.

LW:  Ladies and gentlemen, the result of this match is a double disqualification!  The referee has ruled this match a no contest!

The crowd boos.  Both competitors turn their attention and their anger towards the official.

AJ:  They pushed him all match and the referee had no choice but to throw this match out!

BT:  And no one is happy about it!


The scene now switches.  The Shiz is wandering around backstage, he seems to be on a mission but without proper direction. The Shiz is in full wrestling gear except for the fact that he has a black t-shirt on with the “Eternity” logo printed on the front. He passes a few doors, scanning the plaques on the various doors.

Jamei Wulf

Kolby Danvers

Drew Graham

He shakes his head out of frustration and continues heading down the hollow hallway. There is a small group of backstage technicians, dressed in all black, who seems to be preparing equipment for later on in the show. The Shiz heads over and attempts to gather their attention.

The Shiz: Hey… hey, you guys have a minute?

Technician #1: Oh hey man, what’s going on?

The Shiz: I don’t mean to bother you gentlemen but this arena is crazy and I can’t find anything.

Technician #2: Can’t find your locker room?

The Shiz: [chuckling] No, no… I made sure that was the first thing I learned. I was actually wondering if you fellas would know where I could find someone?

Technician #2: We might be able to point you in the right direction, who are you looking for?

The Shiz: Do you guys know Kelly Rien? She about [holds hand horizontal to his eye level] this tall, blonde, gorgeous—

Technician #3: Oh yeah, we know her alright!

The Shiz: Nice! Do you know where her locker room is? I wanted to drop by and say hi to her, see how she’s been since the last time I saw her.

The three technicians all look at each other with hesitation on their faces.

The Shiz: What’s wrong? You guys don’t know?

Technician #1: Um…

Technician #3: Try that door right over there…

The Shiz looks over his shoulder in the direction he was pointed to. It was Drew Graham’s door, which slightly confused him.

The Shiz: O…kay. Hey thanks guys, don’t work too hard.

He then walks away from the three men who pretend to get back to work but their attention is still on The Shiz who heads over to Drew’s locker room. The Shiz stands in front of the door and slicks his hair back, making sure he is presentable enough before knocking on the door.

The Shiz: [whispering to himself] Hm, they must’ve have forgotten to take down the name when they gave her this room.

After a second or two, the door opens and The Shiz is startled by who actually answered the door. It was not who he had expected as he had never seen this man before.

Drew Graham: Who’re you?

The Shiz: Uh, hi… I’m The Shiz.

Drew Graham: I’ve never heard of you.

The Shiz: Yeah, I’ve kinda been gone for awhile but I am making my return tonight.

Drew Graham: That’s funny ‘cause my opponent is some old-timer, no name asshole who is supposed to make a name for himself at my expense. You kind of fit the mold.

The Shiz: Are you Drew? Drew Graham?

Drew chuckles as he now knows who the man standing outside his locker room is.

Drew Graham: So what’re you doing here, old man? Aren’t you a little far away from the retirement home?

The Shiz: Heh, I’m actually looking for someone, an old friend.

Drew Graham: Is that so? Who might that be?

The Shiz: Her name is Kelly, Kelly Rie—

Drew Graham: Whoa! Let me stop you right there, Miz.

The Shiz: Its Shiz.

Drew Graham: Whatever. Anyway, who ever you think you are looking for, she isn’t here. So do yourself a favor and fuck off. Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you because you’re some veteran here in NLCW cause the next time we meet, I won’t think twice to kick your face in out there in the ring.

Graham then slams the door right in The Shiz’s face who looks to the side and let’s out a slight laugh. He doesn’t understand where all that anger came from but it was apparent that The Shiz was going to have his hands full later on tonight when the two face off.

Inside the locker room, Drew heads back over to the sofa and plops down, distracting Kelly from her magazine. Legs crossed, sitting comfortable on the other end of the sofa, she lifts her eyes from the pages to look over at Drew.

Kelly Rien: Who was that?

Drew Graham: Nobody, don’t worry about it. I’m gunna take care of it.


The camera pans the crowd.  Excited fans inside the Air Canada Centre impatiently await the next match.

AJ:  Ladies and gentlemen, NLCW Eternity is brought to you by Nintendo: makers of the Nintendo Wii and the Nintendo DSi.

BT:  And also by Rogers Communications: Providing Wireless, Cable TV, Hi-Speed Internet and Home Phone services to Canadians.  Rogers: Innovating for Life.

The camera now focuses on a luxury box in the arena.  Three unknown people dressed in business attire are seated there, alongside various NLCW officials.

BT:  Who are those people?

AJ:  I heard some rumours they might be here...

BT:  What?  Who are they?

AJ:  Those people are the management staff of F1X: Fight One Experience.

BT:  Oohh... okay.  I've heard about them.

AJ:  That's right.  For those at home... well, I guess we should talk about this.

BT:  It's gonna come out sooner or later anyway.

AJ:  Folks, those people are the staff of Fight One Experience.  They want to buy the NLCW.

BT:  It should be obvious to everyone by now that the wrestling world is feeling the effects of the global economic situation.  The NLCW, as an international sports and entertainment company, is somewhat hurting financially.  While the NLCW is still a profitable organization, our shareholders have not seen the sort of dividends they have grown to expect.

AJ:  And that's where F1X comes in.  They're a new company, but they are financially backed by some very strong, very aggressive investors.  They have approached the NLCW with an offer to purchase the company.

BT:  I didn't know that negotiations were so far along, but if they're seated with the Board of Directors tonight, things must be going well.

AJ:  All we have for you right now is speculation ladies and gentlemen, but we've heard that Kevin Ryder is on his way up to their private box to see if he can get some more information.

BT:  Right now, let's go back to Lucinda Welch at ringside.


LW:  Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome NLCW Hall of Famer Rick Majors!!!

The crowd cheers!  

AJ:  Wow... I did not expect him to be here today.

BT:  None of us did AJ.  

AJ:  The last couple of times we have seen Rick Majors have been disturbing to say the least.

BT:  First we saw him come out of nowhere and brutally beat Dillon Durst.

AJ:  It was an absolutely vicious, unprovoked attack.

BT:  But it got worse... and much more disconcerting after that.

AJ:  You're right...

The crowd is getting restless as Majors does not seem to be appearing.

AJ:  I mean, we saw Rick Majors head to the ring, a week after attacking Durst, and he was still covered in Durst's blood.  He hadn't changed his clothing in a week.  And he told us that his wife had been in a car accident.

BT:  And he was very, very emotionally unstable.

AJ:  Definitely.

Finally Majors appears in the entrance way.  His clothing is dirty and tattered.  His hair is unkempt.  His beard is patchy and dirty.  He takes a few steps forward.  He has a visible limp.  Majors walks forward and stops.  He looks out at the crowd.

AJ:  It's almost as if he's confused Bryan.

BT:  Something is definitely wrong.

The crowd is almost silent as Rick Majors enters the ring.  Lucinda smiles at him.  He stares at her.

AJ:  There's a blank look in his eyes.  He's looking at Lucinda but it's almost as if he's looking through her.

Lucinda smiles again.  Majors does not react.  Suddenly, he shoves her down to the mat!  The crowd gasps!

AJ:  Oh come on!  Rick Majors just shoved Lucinda Welch down to the mat!

BT:  What's going on here!?

The crowd starts to boo as Majors leans down and picks up the mic from Lucinda's feet.  She starts to stand up and he swings his leg at her, barely missing her head.  Lucinda slides out of the ring in fear.  Majors starts to speak.

Rick Majors: So...

The crowd boos.

Rick Majors: So...

Majors circles the ring.  He then goes and sits down in the corner.  He drops the mic to the mat with a thud.  Majors now places his head in his hands and looks down.

AJ:  It's almost as if he's falling apart right in front of us.

Majors picks up the mic.  He is still looking down as he lifts the mic up to his mouth.  He is heard breathing heavily into the mic.  Finally he starts to speak.

Rick Majors:  So... this is NLCW Eternity.  This is what everyone has been talking about.  This is what everyone has been asking me about.

Majors slowly gets to his feet.  He starts to circle around the ring rapidly as he talks.

Rick Majors:  For the last week.... for the last week... that's.... that's all I heard.  For the last week people have been coming up to me... they've been asking me... Rick... Rick, what do you think about NLCW Eternity.  It's... it's....it's the first time the NLCW has done something like this.  A special presentation.  What do you think?

Majors stops walking suddenly.

Rick Majors:  I don't fucking care about it.

AJ:  We apologize.

BT:  That's just not necessary.

Rick Majors:  My wife is lying in a hospital bed right now.  She can't speak... she.... she can't eat... she's in a... she's in a...  She was hit by a fucking drunk driver!!!

Majors starts to pace once again.

Rick Majors:  And you think I care about the Goddamn NLCW!?  You think that matters to me?  You think... you think... you really think.... I gave my life to this company!  I could have had kids... I could have spent the last five years at home with my wife... and instead I was here, in this fucking filthy ring, breaking my fucking neck for this place... And why!?  WHY!?  WWWHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY!?

Majors falls to his knees in the ring.  He is breathing very heavily.  He then starts to speak again, much softer this time.

Rick Majors:  I gave up my life... I gave it up...  Look at me!  Look at who I am!?  This is... this is... LOOK AT ME.  This is... this is... pain.  This is pain.  This is my pain.  This is her pain.  She's in a fucking hospital bed... she's.... and.... I'm... I don't... I don't.... I don't know.

Majors drops the mic to the mat.  He rolls out of the ring and walks back up the ramp.  The crowd is nearly silent.


The lights go out, enveloping the arena in darkness. "King" flashes repeatedly for two seconds before fading.

"OOOH WAH AH AH AH!!!"

The opening to "Down With the Sickness" begins before being chopped in to 50 Cent's "Many Men", 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.

LW:  Introducing first, from Orange County California: SEAN GALEN!!!

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.

LW:  And his opponent...

"I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Fundamental differing"

The soft opening riffs of "Schism" by Tool rip the air. A brief quiet, from both the crowd and the music. Quick synth rips appear soon - followed by a guitar imitating the unique sounds.

Slowly, cautiously, out steps Wulf, beams of laser light floating about the entrance way as he cracks his knuckles, his trenchcoat swaying as he walked down the ramp.

"Point the finger, blame the other
Watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together
Rediscover communication"

He slides into the ring, slowly standing up and allowing his trenchcoat to slink off his shoulders as he slowly approaches the ropes.

"The poetry
That comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance"

He looks out to the crowd, slowly taking off his pure black t-shirt, leaving him standing in the ring with his tattooed chest and jeans his only clothing.

LW: ... from Manhattan, New York, the Punk: JAMEI WULF!!!


The bell rings.  Both men circle each other in the ring.  They lock up.  Wulf pushes Galen backwards.  Galen backs into the corner.  The referee calls for a clean break and he gets one.  

AJ:  Clean break.

BT:  They're circling each other once again... feeling each other out.

They lock up once again.  This time Galen slides out of the lock up and he darts behind Wulf.  Wulf turns to face him.  Galen smiles.  The two men circle once again.

BT:  Once again...

AJ:  Both men seem a little tentative here.

BT:  This is a big match and a big show... neither man wants to make a mistake.

They circle once again.  This time Wulf drives his knee into Galen's chest.  Galen bends over and Wulf drives the point of his elbow into the back of Galen's head.  Galen drops to the mat.  Wulf pulls him back to his feet.  Galen breaks free and he hits Wulf with a forearm to the face.  Galen now runs off of the ropes and he hits Wulf with a flying crossbody!  

AJ:  Nice move!

Galen gets to his feet and he kicks Wulf in the stomach. Galen now pull Wulf back to his feet. Suddenly, Wulf gets back into the match with a jumping neck snap on Galen.

BT:  Good counter!

Jamei Wulf pulls Galen up now.  He backs him into the corner and drives an elbow into the side of Sean Galen's head.  Wulf now pulls Galen out of the corner.  Suddenly, Galen takes Wulf down with a knee to the stomach.  Galen now drives Wulf down to the mat with a DDT.  

AJ:  Sean Galen takes Jamei Wulf down with a DDT.

Galen pulls Wulf to his feet now.  He sets him up for a suplex.  Wulf blocks it.  Wulf now uses a cradle suplex on Galen.

BT:  Another counter!  What a back-and-forth match!

Wulf executes a corkscrew legdrop on Galen.

AJ: Corkscrew legdrop!

Wulf pulls Galen back to his feet.  Galen gets hit with a back heel kick. Wulf rolls onto Galen connecting with a knee.
Wulf executes a swinging bulldog on Galen driving Galen's face into the mat!

BT:  Jamei Wulf taking over this match now.

Wulf is up again. Galen slowly gets back to his feet. Wulf hits a fallaway slam on Galen.   Wulf pulls Galen back up.  He Irish whips him across the ring, and clotheslines him down when Galen rebounds off of the ropes.  Wulf pulls Galen to his feet.  Suddenly Galen kicks Wulf in the chest!  Wulf doubles over.  Galen nails Wulf with a double underhook suplex.

AJ: Sudden move by Galen.

BT:  He needed to do something.  Wulf was dominating him.

Galen gets back to his feet.  Galen drops an elbow onto Wulf.  He then pulls Wulf up.  Wulf suddenly drives his shoulder into Galen's jaw, snapping his head back.  Galen is stunned and he staggers backwards.  Wulf runs at him and he takes him down to the mat with a spear!

AJ:  BOOM!

Wulf gets back to his feet. As Galen struggles to get to his feet, he's hit wth a dropkick to the face!

AJ:  All or Nothing!!!

BT:  That had to hurt!

Jamei Wulf climbs to the top ropes now.  He leaps off!

AJ:  SCHISM!!!

BT:  WOW!!!

AJ:  IT CONNECTS!

BT:  A COVER!

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

AJ:  It's over!

Jamei Wulf raises his arms in the air as his theme music begins to play.

LW:  Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match: JAMEI WULF!!!


Kevin Ryder is seen standing outside the door to a private box.

KR:  Good evening everyone.  I hope you're enjoying tonight's show.  I'm standing outside the private box where the NLCW Board of Directors is meeting with the Executive Staff of Fight One Experience.  I am going to try and find out exactly what they are talking about tonight.

Kevin Ryder turns and knocks on the door.  There is no response.  He turns the knob and pushes the door open.  As he walks into the room he is met by security.

Security:  I'm sorry sir, this is a private meeting.

KR:  I'm here with NLCW TV.  We're live on the air right now.  I'd just like to get a word from the NLCW Board of Directors.

Security:  You can't do that.

KR:  The NLCW fans deserve to know if the future of the company is solid.

Security:  I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

KR:  Just a quick comment!  That's it!

The security guard is soon joined by another guard.  The two guards forcefully back Ryder up and escort him from the room.  The door slams shut in Kevin Ryder's face.


AJ: Well... this is gonna be interesting.

BT: That's right AJ.... The return of Sugar Shane Perry

The familiar thudding introduction of ‘Galvanise’ by Chemical Brothers announces the arrival of Tyler Scott. The man himself walks out from backstage to a mixed reaction from the NLCW crowd.

LW: Introducing first, currently residing in Detroit, Michigan, he weighs in tonight at 230 pounds, he is a former LCW Double Champion, he is Tyler Scott!!!

He heads to the ring, staying his usual focused self. He climbs into the ring and walks to the centre of the ring where he stares intensely into the crowd before beginning his few warm up moves, awaiting the start of the upcoming contest.

AJ: Tyler Scott hasn't aged well since we last saw him.

BT: Jesus, someone throw a towel over that mug.

The pyrotechnics go off with '#1’ by Nelly blasting through the PA system. Then Sugar Shane Perry appears from the curtain with the fans erupting in cheers as he jumps up and down on the stage to fire himself up.

LW: From the Gold Coast of Australia, he weighs in tonight at 216 pounds, he is The Mack Daddy Of Sugar Smacking. . . . . He is The Master Of The Sugaverse. . . . . He is Mister NLCW. . . . . He is The Wonder From Down Under. . . . . "SUGAR" SHANE PERRY!!!

Then he walks down the ramp, raising his arms up and down trying to pump up the crowd. Then he enters the ring, climbs a corner and raises  his arms in the air with the fans cheering and chanting his name. Then he jumps down and stretches until the match begins.


AJ:  Shane Perry and Tyler Scott... I never thought I'd see these two face off in the NLCW again.

BT:  Me neither AJ.

The official cant stand his ground and rolls across the ring as both men charge to the center of the ring. Both men exchange punches, lighting each others faces with the sudden impact. The crowd stand on their feet cheering these two gladiators as Tyler Scott slows Perry down with several elbows to the temple. Shane Perry staggers back then holds his ground, he follows with a high kick to the jaw as Tyler is thrown off his feet into a daze.

AJ:  Wow!  What an intense start to this match!

Scott slowly gets to his feet as Shane tosses him into the corner. Charging full speed Perry eats the bottom boot as he then staggers back. Quickly leaping onto the second turnbuckle Scott launches for a bulldog as Shane displays his strenght to the crowd. Carrying Scott, Sugar Shane chucks Scott onto the top turnbuckle. Tylers legs gets caught onto the top turnbuckle as he then drips backwards.

AJ: This doesn't look good for Tyler.

Sugar Shane slides across the ring for a baseball slide when suddenly Tyler picks himslf up as he then grabs the skull of Sugar Shane as the crowd hears the thundering blow his knee delievers as he frence kisses the steel post. Now into submission Sugar grabs onto the bottom rope as the offical breaks the hold. Quickly staggering to his feet is Sugar Shane as Tyler crawls to the top turnbuckle and unties his foot. Taking off Tyler connects with a flying side kick to the jaw.

BT: Cover him damnit, Hurry!

Tyler slides across the ring for a cover when suddenly Shane rolls Tyler as the officle drops to his knee ONE....TWO.....T NO! Tyler kicks out as both men quickly get to their as they begin to exchange blows. Tyler bounces off the ropes when suddenly is taken off his feet by a clothesline as both men fall to the outside! Shane lifts Tyler to his feet as he then lifts his off his feet for the inverted atomic drop, Shane follows it with a high drop kick to the chest as he slides across the floor.

AJ: Jesus look at them go. I'd rather see this in the ring cause both men are being counted out here.

BT: The referee's count is at five!

Shane lifts Tyler to his feet when suddenly Scott drills his shoulder onto the stomach of Shane. Staggering back is Shane as Tyler charges and ducks the clothesline. Cocking back both men crash onto the rampway.

AJ:  SEVEN!  This is going to be a countout!

BT:  Idiots.

The referee counts to ten and he calls for the bell. The crowd boos. Both men continue to brawl as staff members pick them apart.

BT: Well that was quick.

AJ:  That's a definite shame.

BT:  We were all looking forward to this one.

NLCW officials rush out and they break up the brawl.

LW:  Ladies and gentlemen, the result of this match is a DOUBLE COUNT OUT.


We once again head backstage.  Kevin Ryder is now seen standing in front of Dade Midvalley's office.

KR:  Folks, I've finally gotten somewhere.  Public Representative for the NLCW Board of Directors, Dade Midvalley, has agreed to speak with me regarding the NLCW/F1X negotiations.

Kevin Ryder opens the door and he walks into Midvalley's office.  Midvalley is seated behind his desk.

DM:  Thank you Kevin.  Ladies and gentlemen, I have chosen to speak with you tonight regarding some rumours that have been spreading throughout the wrestling world over the last few weeks.  Let me assure you that not only is the NLCW a financially stable company, but it is a profitable one.  Yes, there has been some dissention from some shareholders regarding the latest dividends, but that is perfectly normal and something that should be expected during these difficult economic times.  It is also true that the Executive Staff of F1X are in attendance tonight and that they have expressed interest in acquiring the NLCW.  However, their presence tonight is nothing more than a cordial visit.  The NLCW is an independent organization and it will remain that way.  The NLCW is not for sale.

KR:  With all due respect sir, I have been speaking to various members of the board off camera and many of them have told me that they are very interested in the proposal that F1X presented tonight. In fact, I've heard from very credible sources that the NLCW could be sold some time this month.

DM:  Kevin, not only am I the public representative of the Board of Directors, but I am also the most senior member of the board.  Regardless of what some junior board members may be saying, the NLCW is not for sale.  In fact, just to avoid any possible public confusion, I will personally attend the next F1X event and tell their executive staff the exact same thing I have told you here tonight: That the NLCW is not - NOT - for sale.

With that Midvalley turns his back on Kevin Ryder.  Ryder exits his office and the door shuts behind him.


AJ:  Is the future of the NLCW in doubt?  Dade Midvalley says no.

BT:  I hope he's right.

Suddenly there is a disturbance at ringside. Out of nowhere Rick Majors appears in the crowd.  NLCW security rushes over, concerned as to what Majors might do.

AJ:  What's going on here?  What is he doing in the crowd?

BT:  He's clearly mentally unstable.  I'm not sure why he was invited to this special tonight in his condition.  He needs medically attention.

Suddenly Majors dodges security and he leaps over the guardrail!  He runs into the ring.  Lucinda leaps out of the way in fear.  He slides out of the ring on the other side.  Majors now grabs a steel chair and he starts swinging it erratically.  

AJ:  What's going on?  What's Majors doing?

BT:  That's just dangerous... he's swinging that chair around and someone could get hurt.

Majors now leaps on top of the timekeeper's table.  He grabs a microphone and turns it on.

Rick Majors:  All I've heard... I've heard... I went backstage today and all I've heard are whispers... whispers... they say I'm crazy....  LOOK AT ME.... they say I'm crazy.... you think... you think... you think I don't know that?  Look at me.  I'm here... and I'm not here.... I'm not here...  I'm not right and I... I don't know... I don't know... WHY?  I don't know... LOOK AT ME!!!  I'm....

Suddenly Majors' mic is cut off.  He realises what has happened and he angrily throws the mic at one of the security guards.  The guards approach him now.  He swings the chair he's holding, trying to keep them at bay.  A guard rushes at him.  Majors cracks him in the head with a chair.  Majors now leaps off of the table and he approaches the announce team.

AJ:  What the....!?

Suddenly Rick Majors swings the chair and he hits Aaron Jennings in the side of the head with it!  Bryan Terwilliger throws down his headset and he rushes at Majors.  Security gets in between the two men.  Majors throws the chair into the face of one of the guards.  He then turns and he punches another guard in the face.

???: ENOUGH!!!

Dade Midvalley appears in the entrance way.  

Dade Midvalley:  ENOUGH!!!  I already have enough on my plate... I don't need this!  I gave you a chance.  I invited you to our show.  You've done a lot for this company, but this is ridiculous.   I let you come out here.  I let you speak your mind and look what you did!  I've had enough.

Majors doesn't even look at Midvalley.  He's more concerned with avoiding security.  Suddenly, Midvalley signals backstage and more security guards rush out.  They charge down to the ring.  Majors is still battling with the other security.  The reinforcements approach him and he ignores them.  Suddenly one of the guards hits Majors in the back with his club.  Majors stumbles.  Two more guards leap on Majors and they tackle him down to the floor.  Another one of the security team grabs Majors' hands and he locks him in handcuffs.  The security staff pull Majors to his feet and then drag him away from the ring.  Majors is kicking and screaming as he's dragged away.

BT:  Can you... can you hear me?  Hello?

The security staff  have to pause to restrain Majors further as they drag him up the ramp.  One guardr places leg shackles on him.  Three of the security guards head back towards their fallen colleagues.

BT:  AJ?  AJ... are you okay?  We're gonna need some medical help out here please!  Medical help!?

EMTs and medical personnel arrive. The guards assist them in helping those that have been injured.  Majors is dragged up the ramp by the remaining member of the security staff.  Suddenly there is another disturbance in the crowd.  

BT:  What is going on now!?  Get Majors out of here!

Suddenly someone jumps the guardrail!  

BT:  WHAT!?  WHO'S THAT!?

The man charges at the guard holding Majors.

BT:  It's Durst!  It's Durst!  DILLON DURST IS HERE!!!

Durst suddenly leaps at the security guard from behind!  He tackles him down to the floor!  Durst now slams the guard's head into the ramp, knocking him out!

BT:  DILLON DURST JUST ASSAULTED A SECURITY GUARD!  WHAT IS HE EVEN DOING HERE!?

Durst now stands up and he looks over at Majors.  Rick Majors is lying on the ramp locked in hand cuffs and leg shackles.

BT:  Oh no... this could be bad.  Dillon Durst has Rick Majors helpless.  He will want to pay him back for that attack from two months ago.

Security is on their way, rushing back towards Durst and Majors.  Suddenly Durst reaches into the fallen guard's belt.  He grabs a key!  He then unlocks Rick Majors' cuffs and shackles!

BT:  Dillon Durst just freed Rick Majors!?

Durst pulls Majors to his feet as the guards approach.  Durst then turns and leaps the guardrail.  Majors pauses for a moment and then follows him.  The two wrestlers rush through the crowd, trying to avoid security.

BT:  WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?  RICK MAJORS AND DILLON DURST JUST RAN FROM SECURITY!?  THIS IS INSANE!!!