Marilyn Manson - If I was your Vampire fills the arena, and on the No Limit tron we see a video montage of Cole Marr. Boos echo throughout the Arena as Cole Marr walks out on the ramp, smiling to the negative reaction. He walks down to the ring casually with a mic in hand, even stopping to spit at a mouthy fan alongside the ramp. He shakes his head in a cocky manner, and then walks the ring steps with a swagger. Through the ropes he enters, and makes his way to the center of the ring as his music silences. His sunglasses are removed and placed in the front pocket of his blue Gino Valentino silk shirt.

Cole Marr: Now is that any way to treat a rising legend?!

Those boos grow even louder, and the chant of "COLE SUCKS!!!" get flowing through the crowd as Cole smiles proudly.

Cole Marr: Oh come on, I know just about every one of you pathetic cretins had my poster hanging on your wall. All I had to show was some gusto, some true machismo for you to rip those posters off, and replace them with a much, much lesser fragment of a woman...Kelly Rien.

The 'COLE SUCKS!!!' chant grows louder, causing Cole to wait momentarily as it slowly drowns out.

Cole Marr: Kelly is one of the most worthless, spineless, anything you can add to less champion I've ever met in my entire life. How many times has Kelly defended that title? Once? Twice maybe? Has she even faced anyone who isn’t related to her in some way? Has she defended the championship against someone who really wants the damn thing? She's made that title into a mockery, a sham of a gold belt if I've ever seen one. Before you lies a man who isn't afraid to put it all on the line when someone has the guts to call me out. I may have not won the Road to Slamfest tournament, I may have never gotten an opportunity for championship gold, but when a competitor called me out, I answered their call and gave them a shot. Why? Because I'm REAL. I'm not some coward who wins a championship and leaves town

More boos shower Cole Marr, who's not smiling so much anymore.

Cole Marr: Go ahead and boo me because you know it's true. Kelly has done something constantly that I've never done, and that's ducked. She's ducked challenges on multiple occasions. The only challenges she ever took up was when it came to fighting her boyfriend who’s a joke in his own right. She's dragged out this reign of hers by avoiding anyone who has the balls to stand up to her and demand what they deserve. Pardon me for being one of the few for calling out the champ for just how chicken she is. I'm sick of it, and that's why every week I aim to make her life a living hell, until I get my shot.

Cole looks right into the camera as a "FIRE MARR CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP" chant gets going

Cole Marr: Dade I want my shot. And until I get my shot, your certainly not going to tell me what to do. I'm not going to follow orders from some little twit who really allows the inmates to run his program. If you won't give me what I deserve, then I’m going to take it. I deserve a shot at the North American Championship Dade.

As soon as he drops Dade’s name, the man himself throws open the curtains, smirking at his employer in the ring. The camera switches to Cole, who's jaw jacking and pointing at Dade inaudibly over his incredibly loud crowed.

Dade: Enough with your crying Cole, I’m getting feed up with it all. Every dick in the back thinks they now how to save NLCW from doom, yet no one does a damn thing but bitch and moan about championship shots, about underperforming, about this and about that

Fans start up a "FIRE COLE!!!" chant, to which he nods, giving them time to chant their heads off. After a good ten seconds of chanting, Dade looks back towards the ring with that evil smirk.

Dade: NO ONE wants to hear you cry and complain like a newborn about why you haven't got a shot yet. In case you haven't heard, it's I who decides who gets a shot at a championship belt, not Kelly, so don't go kicking yourself in the ass there.

Cole Marr: The only ass kicking that's going to go on is me throwing you from pillar to post If I don’t get my shot!!!

Dade: Cole, just shut up for a god damn second. Can you do this? If you can then maybe you’ll hear me announce your North American championship match at Slamfest! The North American Championship Division needs to be more active, and as much as I hate to say it I think you and Kelly can be the ones to save it. So enough with the crying Cole, you got your shot, but I swear to god if you make me look like a dick for booking this match I will end your career you hear me?!

Cole nods, and through the curtains Dade goes.

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AJ:  Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately our scheduled main event, Rick Majors versus Paul York will not take place tonight.

BT:  Obviously York is in no shape to wrestle thanks to the attack by Rick Majors.

AJ:  That was just vicious and.... wait... my god.... we're being told there's a disturbance backstage.

Suddenly we switch to a shot of the backstage area.  We see Rick Majors standing outside Dade Midvalley's office screaming.  In his hand is the bloody steel chair that he used against York earlier tonight.

Rick Majors:  Dade..... Dade.... DADE!!!!!  I'm here Dade!  I'm here!  Don't you have a welcome wagon for me!?  I'm your number one contender!!!  I'm you're former superstar coming back home!!!  I'm the f***ing IMPACT DADE!!!!

Majors slams his fist into Dade's door.

Rick Majors:  Of course you don't have anything Dade!  Of course... of course.... of course you don't!  Why would you!?  WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU!?  You don't F***ING CARE ABOUT US DADE!  YOU DON'T CARE!!!  WE'RE PIECES OF MEAT TO YOU!!!!!  WE'RE F****ING PIECES OF MEAT!!!

Majors now swings the steel chair at the door.  He swings it again.  And again.  And again!  NLCW security rushes over towards Majors.

Rick Majors:  This is what you've created Dade!  Are you happy!?  Are you happy with this!?  I'M YOUR NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!  AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN CONGRATULATED ME!!!

Security guards quickly jump Majors before he can cause any additional damage.  The guards start to drag him away.

Rick Majors:  WHERE'S CHRIS CHAMPION!?  DRINKING CHAMPAGNE!?  EATING CAVIAR!?  MAYBE DADE CARES ABOUT HIM!  I DOUBT IT!!!! I DOUBT IT!!!! OF COURSE HE DOESN'T!!!! CHAMPION'S NOTHING!  HE JUST DOESN'T F***ING GET IT YET!!!!!!

Security drags him away as the show heads to commercial.

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Cameras cut to the backstage hallway, and standing directly in the camera is the broad shoulders, heavy barrel-chest and, of course, the handsome rugged mug of the former NLCW Champion, Carmine Vestieri. He stands tall, eyes on the camera, as he hears the loud boos begin to erupt as the attention of the crowd is turned to the big viewing screen. The Lion smirks a bit as he hears it all through the arena. He nods, understanding the reaction, and waits a moment as it quiets down before beginning

Carmine Vestieri: I’ve begun to think I’m a little under-appreciated around these woods.

Boos erupt once again, making Carmine seem like the Visiting team marching onto the field

Carmine Vestieri: It wasn’t two months ago that I became the uncrowned Prince of Wrestling after I defeated Alex Jay

The crowds boos transition into a pop for Alex Jay only to go back to boos as Carmine keeps talking

Carmine Vestieri: And I stood tall, as the unleashed beast! Last week at the Road to Slamfest tournament, It was decided my match would become a triple threat rather than a one on one affair, just to accommodate Dominic’s fender bender. That’s what’s wrong with NLCW, from Dade to the board there only concerned on feeding the returning stars, and forgetting about the man who has single handily kept this promotion from going under

Feeding the boos, Carmine holds a moment, cocky smirk still on his face as he has his arms crossed across his chest

Carmine Vestieri: You people dont like it, Dade certainly doesn’t like it, all you guys are wondering why, after a few weeks that I joined and ratings started to stabilize, and everybody was loving the way I was handling things, why I had to turn things around and get back to doing what I do best raise fuckin hell. Why? The answer is simple respect. Coming into NLCW, all of a sudden everyone lost sight of who the head honcho was, everyone thought it was a joke, everyone thought I was a joke, hell even after beating Alex Jay, even after becoming NLCW Champion, even after my North American championship, I’m still some sort of a fucking joke. So now I’m just doing what I need to do to erase every ounce of DOUBT that I’m the MAN! That I’m the future of this promotion

This lion is hungry, and has its eyes set on being the king of the pride. The more someone starts to step on my toes and try to make themselves seem like a threat I’ll gladly prove their words empty. Because that’s what I do! You all hear me? Each and everyone on this short roster, sitting back in your locker rooms, do you hear me? I hope so, because I only have one thing to say to you all…

Carmine steps towards the camera

Carmine Vestieri: I’M THE MOTHER FUCKIN ADMIRAL of this fleet

Carmine puts his hands up and salutes, the crowd booing his disrespect as Carmine walks off camera.

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The crowd suddenly goes silent as the lights kill without warning. All eyes face the ramp... and, finally, a euphoric surge of music kicks in as ‘Sandstorm’ by DaRude blasts through the PA system. The fans rise their feet with eager eyes as their newly crowned NLCW World Champion makes his way into view. A roar of expectation echoes around the place as the name “C H R I S C H A M P I O N” flashes across the big screen. Wearing a pair of casual denim jeans and an elegant black blazer, Champion parades the title belt that sits around his waist. He proceeds to slap a few hands on the way down to the ring, climbs through the second rope and raises his hand triumphantly for the army of screaming fans that lie at his mercy. Finally, he calls for a microphone.

Chris Champion: So, it’s that time of the year again, is it? The decorations are well and truly up. The trees are glowing with colourful lights. Little children scurry around handing Christmas lists to their parents. That’s right, folks. We’ve reached December! Congratulations on completing yet another year of life on this Planet!

AJ: Champion’s certainly in a festive spirit today!

Chris Champion: Wait. Wait. Wait. Am I forgetting something though? Maybe I’ve taken one too many knocks to the head. Maybe... just maybe... Christmas isn’t the focal point of December for everyone that sits in this arena. Shit, of course. We’re only two weeks away from SLAMFEST!

An electrified scream of expectation brings the arena to life.

Chris Champion: That’s right. We’re standing just a few short weeks away from the biggest event on the wrestling calendar. Slamfest is the showcase of the true superstars of this industry. Over the years, we’ve seen some titanic struggles... and of those struggles, I’d like to talk about one in particular. I’m pretty sure you know where I’m going with this.

AJ: Rick Majors anyone?

BT: I’d guess so!

Chris Champion: During my stay in NLCW, I’ve battled against the very best that this company has had to offer. Not only that, but I’ve never legitimately lost one of these wars. You check the records if you don’t believe me: my win/loss ratio against the likes of Dominic Pericolo, Dillon Durst and Sean Galen is second to none. I am the one man that has beat them all and holds the upper hand over every single hall of famer to step foot in this ring. Well, that is, all except for one. Rick Majors. Last time we faced off at Slamfest, I dropped the ball and lost on the biggest stage of them all. To date, it’s my only loss at Slamfest... but in two weeks I get to correct all of this.

AJ: Champion really sees this as his final test. He’s done everything else here in the company: the only thing he has not done is beat Rick Majors at Slamfest.

Chris Champion: Now, for everything that I and Rick have been through, this is about professional pride. After successfully taking my revenge on Pericolo and the loss I suffered at his hands a few short months ago, this is more of the same. I couldn’t have hoped for a better opponent for Slamfest. Majors was always the guy I wanted to face. My loss against him is the only flaw in my career... and it’s something that I plan on eradicating.

AJ: It’s true. Champion has an overbearing winning record against all of the top superstars here. He’s consistently delivered on the big stage.

BT: And his only blip was against Rick Majors.

Chris Champion: Last time we went at it, Rick, there were distractions that took my focus away from wrestling. I lost. I lost fair and square, but everyone knows that there was mitigating circumstances behind that loss. This time it’s going to be a little different, Rick. So far, you’ve managed to wade your way through a paper thin field in the Road to Slamfest tournament: your only real rival, Pericolo, had to withdraw. Does that make you a legitimate number one contender then? Sure. But only because of a lack of a better option.

BT: Double C laying down a few strong words here!

Chris Champion: In two weeks, Rick, you’re going to be facing a man on the cusp. Our lives have changed so dramatically since our last battle. We’re both staring at a bleak outcome: two ghosts with no real future on this planet. I’ve struggled on over the past few months to bring some pride back to this company. The only real thing keeping me alive is the fear that once I step aside that NLCW will actually curl up and die. I can’t let that happen. I’m doing this on will power alone. Similarly, you seem to be a man that’s stared death in the face for a long time too, Rick. I sympathise with your situation. I really do. Along with Pericolo, you’ve been my best friend in the business since pretty much the get go. You helped build the dominant force that I have become, but the truth is that I surpassed anything you could ever wish to become long ago. The entire world knows that in order for you to stand any sort of chance in this match, you’re going to have to raise your game well beyond anything we’ve ever seen before from you. That’s going to be a tall order too given your current circumstances and the ring rust that has no doubt set in.

AJ: Majors has been inactive for a long time prior to R2S! Champion may have a point about ring rust.

Chris Champion: I’ve accepted that this is more than likely going to be my final appearance at a Slamfest event. I haven’t got another year left in me, that’s for sure. That’s why I’m going to make sure I do everything to remove this blip from my record. Beating Rick Majors would cement my status as the undisputed king of this company: he’s the only legend I have fallen to. Now, as you all know, I’m a man of fierce motivation and drive. So, believe me, when I tell you all that I won’t be cutting any corners with this one. I’m one hundred percent committed to taking my revenge on Majors even if it kills me.

AJ: It might do just that, you know.

BT: I don’t even want to think about it, Aaron. It’s horrifying enough thinking that one day we’re going to have to face up to a future without Champion.

Chris Champion: Rick, we’ve walked down this road before. We both know where it leads to. The world will get to see two broken men battle it out in Slamfest’s main event. It all seems very fitting; as if we’re heading towards some sort of closure. Dead men walking. That’s how they’re going to bill this one. The question is who has enough left in the gas tank and enough desire to see this one through? I guess we’ll find out at Slamfest. Bring everything you’ve got Rick because I sure as hell intend on doing so – even if they have to cart me out of that arena in a body bag.

Slamming the microphone to the floor, Champion retreats out of the ring and makes towards the backstage area as ‘Sandstorm’ picks up once again. He nods with a look of determination towards the fans before disappearing behind the black curtain.

AJ: That was a very ‘all-or-nothing’ speech from Champion, Bryan.

BT: Yeah. It kind of makes you wonder whether he knows something about his condition that we don’t.

AJ: I guess we’re going to find out at Slamfest...