Direct Hit IX

The Words LAST WEEK begins flashing across the screen and it shows highlights of last week’s Direct Hit. Highlights from the chaotic episode, We saw all hell break lose, we also found out that Kash is the new co-GM of the East while Silva is out on injury leave, We rap the highlights with the epic move pulled off by Joe Santiago in a winning championship defense. As the highlights speed up an explosion is shown on the screen and a big flashing DIRECT HIT is seen on the screen. The shot then changes to a speeding collage of all of last weeks show highlights and it ends with a Video package of everything that took place last week in fast motion. The highlights continue to quicken in pace until finally they are too fast to even recognize then they stop as the letters 'NLWF' is shown on the screen for a few seconds, before it explodes with a bullet coming through the screen and the words DIRECT HIT flashing on the screen

I'm so fed up with everyone around me
(No one seems to care)
I'm just so far gone and nothing's gonna change
(I'll never be the same)

The shot shows different wrestling signs all around the No Limit arena. From signs like ‘BRENTON CYRUS ISN‘T THE SAVIOR BUT THE DEVIL!” to “WE WANT SILVA” and ‘HEY RICO, WHERE DO YOU GET YOUR STERIODS?’

Its always do this, do that
everything they want to
I don't want to live that way
Every chance they get their always
Pushin me away

There are Red, Green, Blue, and Gold lights spinning from under the Direct Hit stage set follow by a laser impression of the Heavyweight Champion Joe Santiago...

Its never enough
No its never enough
No matter what I say

Its never enough
No its never enough
I'll never be what you want me to be

The shot switches to the skyline of Canton Ohio as multi colored pyro along the stage, runway and the ring all erupts at the same time and balloons and confetti is released into the already roaring crowd. Direct Hit logo is shown on the projection screen and the what we are calling No Limit girl's hit's the stage just as the cage dancers begin to shed there cloths, as do the stage dancers working the NLWF stage poles. The camera pans the crowd and it shows assorted signs the fans brought with them before finally settling in on Joey and Brain staring into the camera, ready to call another weeks ring action. Behind the logo we see the jam packed arena

Joey: Welcome everyone to DIRECT-

Dirty little secret
Dirty little lies.
Say your prayers and comb your hair
Save your soul tonight.

Drift among the faithful
Bury your desires.
Aberrations fill your head
You need a place to hide
And I am...

Do you remember me?
And the kid I used to be?
Do you remember me?

Brenton Cyrus emerges from the backstage area head pointed down as he slowly walks down the ramp

When your world’s come crashing down
I want to relive.
(Your god ain't looking down on me!)

I’m not Jesus,
Jesus wasn’t there!

You confess it all away
But it’s only shit to me
(Your god ain't looking down on me!)

I’m not Jesus,
I will not forgive!

Cyrus enters the ring and climbs to the top rope. He does his Jesus Christ pose as fireworks go of behind him, shaped like a crucifix

No I won’t
No I won’t.

I thought you were a good man
I thought you talked to god.
You hippocratic, messianic, and child abusing-turned-satanic.

Do you remember me?
Do you remember me?
And the kid I used to be?
Do you remember?

Do you remember?

Brenton Cyrus: I would love for each and one of you lose souls to take a look right there. Because Salvation is the theme for tonight, Forget about ‘New Kids Hurting themselves.’ The spotlight is on the most dominating force to ever don a professional wrestling ring. And to futher this statement, I would like to ask are faithful leader Carmine Vestieri to bring his gudio ass out here!

Joey: What the hell is this all about?

Brian: Anything really. Have you not been paying attention as of late? Brenton Cyrus and the rest of Salvation runs shit Joe

Negramaro - Mentre tutto scorre hit’s the PA system as Carmine makes his way to the stage of Direct Hit. He stands there looking down at Brenton Cyrus. He begins to bring the mic to his mouth when Brenton holds up his hand

Brenton Cyrus: I said the ring, so why don’t you show me a little respect and finish the walk down here

Carmine rubs his head before walking down the ramp

Joey: I can’t believe he is doing what Brenton tells him to do

Brian: Joe, I told you since Sil left Carmine lost his backbone

Joey: I think there is something deeper then that Brian

Brian: This coming from a man who wishes Swan Lee would dig deeper into his backside!

Carmine enters the ring and stands face to face with Brenton Cyrus

Brenton Cyrus: You know with this being Easter and all, Don’t think for a second I wouldn’t punt kick you to your own crucifixion!

The crowed begins to boo, as Carmine rises the mic

Carmine: I’m standing here, just like you asked, so instead of insulting everyone’s faith here, why don’t you just tell me what’s on your mind

Brenton Cyrus: What’s on my mind? What’s on my mind? There’s a ton of shit on my mind. For example why the hell is Johnny Styles cleared to wrestle in the East? He signed a contract saying he was done wrestling with his lose at War Games!

Carmine: Simple Really--

Brenton Cyrus: It wasn’t a question Carmine, But here is a question for you why does that screen up there still say Direct Hit!?

Carmine: Because that’s the show’s name

Brenton: Wrong Carmine, because tonight it isn’t all about Direct Hit, tonight its all about Salvation. EVERY FREAKING NIGHT IS about Salvation. So What I want you to do is get on that there mic in your hands and tell the world, what tonights show is called…

Carmine looks conflicted, almost hesitant.

Carmine: Welcome everyone to….to….

Brenton is starting to lose his patience with Carmine.

Brenton: SAY IT DAMN IT!

Carmine: Welcome everyone to…to…

Joey: There you go Carmine, don’t give him shit!

Brenton leans into Carmine and whispers something into his ear, and backs away slowly from Carmine with a smirk on his face

Carmine: WELCOME EVERYONE TO SALVATION!!!

Carmine drops the mic and rolls out of the ring, as Brenton stands in the center of the ring smirking as the Projection screen changes image from Direct Hit to Salvation

Joey: I really can’t believe Carmine Vestieri just change the name of tonight’s Direct Hit to Salvation.

Brian: Really Joey, its done, crying isn’t going to change anything to be blunt. Really there isn’t any difference besides a few new graphics. And a bitch for a General Manager. Gonna start calling Carmine…Carmina if this shit doesn’t stop

Joey: Carmina like Santina

Brian: Who?

Joey: Never mind

Marissa Johnson: Are opening match of the night is to determine the number one contender for the Jr. Heavyweight championship, and well be facing Tapido Delevega live next week on Direct Hit TEN!

Crowed gives a decent pop

Marissa Johnson: Introducing first the challenger for tonight’s match, he heals from Philadelphia PA, and weighs in at 210 pounds…HE IS THE FREAK…MASTER OF DISASTER!!!

Hunt you down by Saliva hits the stage as a man walks out as the lights dim to green, MOD walks out flocking his hands in the air and the crowd silences, he walks down slowly, and gesturing his body as he walks into the ring he stands in the middle takes his hat of and throws his hands in the air

Marissa Johnson: Introducing next, healing from New York, New York, and weighing in at 200 pounds…Jienotsu…SWAN LEE!!!

"It's Raining Men" starts to play as several members of the cosplay community comes out dressed as characters from Macross Plus. Swan comes out as his favorite character Ranka Lee as they all have mics in hand singing the song in unison and dancing. Swan motions to for everyone to clap their hands as dances down the ramp with crew in tow. They get into the ring and do a choreographed routine as they rip away his dress revealing gloves and fight shorts. He bows as the all bow together and the entourage leaves.

Brian: Look Joe, its your future anal plug

Joey: …

Brian: and the fruitcake is left speechless!

Both men take their time to measure each other out, circling around the ring, but inching closer towards each other. MOD is the first one to act, as he locks up with Swan Lee, and rolls behind him for a hammerlock. Swan tries to relieve the pressure on his arm dry humping MOD, feeling out for MOD, and when he slaps his right hand on his shoulder, MOD strikes like lightning by grabbing the hand and turning the hammerlock into a headlock. Swan backs into the ropes and shoots MOD off across the ring. He drops to his stomach, and MOD bolts over him. Swan Lee jumps to his feet and bends over, but MOD's reflexes were too much as he answers back with a stiff calf kick to the chest. Wasting no time he immediately hits the stunned Swan Lee with a stiff short-arm clothesline.

The crowd begins to boo MOD. He picks Lee off of the ground and slings him into the corner. Swan Lee hits the turnbuckle chest first and begins to stumble backwards. MOD begins to charge at Lee, but almost out of instinct, Lee throws a back-flip kick nailing MOD right square in the jaw. The crowd goes wild, because no one saw it coming, especially MOD. Swan's slow to his feet, but one step faster than MOD. He runs and hits MOD with a stiff clothesline. Gaining momentum, Swan Lee picks him up and hits three stiff European uppercuts before hitting a Legsweep sit-down Facebuster. He goes for the cover.

One...Two...Th- Kickout.

Swan Lee stays right on top of MOD. He locks in a stiff headlock, and backs Lee up into the corner. He hits him with a stiff backhand chop. The crowd cries "Wooo" Than another. "Wooo" A third one. "Wooo" A fourth one. "Wooo" A fifth one "Wooo", MOD drops to one knee. Swan lifts him back up and lights his chest up with a sixth and final chop. "Wooo" Sensing the match was close to its end, Swan Lee picks up the breathless MOD and sets him up for the Cosplay Comment. He goes for the KO, but he refuses to go up. He tries to throw Swan Lee over his back, but he holds on and rolls through it. He holds his grip, stands up, and tries to hit a German suplex. MOD hooks on to Swan Lee's left leg and refuses to go up once more.

Swan Lee hammers him in the back, than sends him into the ropes. He tries a clothesline, but MOD ducks under it and strikes with a quick full-nelson slam. The crowd rises to their feet, and not failing to disappoint, MOD hits a quick standing shooting star press. He goes for the cover.

One...Two...Thr- Kickout.

Startled, he stands up and backs up into the corner. Lee starts to get to his feet, and MOD charges him. He raises his arms for what looked like a leaping forearm, but Swan Lee hits him with a modified Rainbow Splash! He immediately goes for the cover.

One...Two...Thre- Kickout!!

Looking more furious than shocked, Swan Lee stands up and rakes his thumb across his throat. The crowd stands on it's feet, knowing the end was near. MOD stands up and turns around. Swan Lee throws a kick at him, but MOD catches it! He swings him around and nails the "WSS". The crowd Boos as he goes for the cover.

One...Two...Three

Marissa Johnson: HERE IS YOU WINNER….MASTER OF DISASTER!!!

Brian: It looks like Swan Lee came up limp in the end

Joey: I really hate that joke, every time Swan loses you got a limp joke

Brian: I could of said he blew his load a little to early

Joey: forget it.

Brian: Hey Joe, I think your boyfriend is out of breath, maybe you should hook him up with some mouth to mouth

Joey: Would you knock it off!

We cut backstage where we visit with the NLWF East Chairman, Carmine Vestieri standing in his office looking over some paper work, when Justin Kash walks into his office.

Carmine: You know what Kash, I didn't take them seriously at first, but now I really don't have a choice do I?

Justin Kash: You're falling right into their trap. They want you to stack the deck against them, they want you to take notice of them. That's how they'll tear this company apart. Not that I care about you so much as I do a freaking job.

Carmine: They won't tear this Brand apart. There are too many good people here who won't conform to their chaotic ideals.

Justin Kash: I beg to differ C, if you’re going to combat them, we need to do something drastic quickly.

Carmine: I'm feeding Brenton Cyrus and Chuck to Santiago and Stunner. The only thing that could possibly be worse is if you and I went out there and took them on. But we both know that won't be happening.

Kash: Do we?

Carmine: Don't jerk me around Kash I‘m really not in the mood, not after the night we've just see happen.

Kash: What? Brenton changing the name of the show for the night?

Carmine: No I figured that was gonna happen.

Kash: Swan Lee and MOD nearly killing each other?

Carmine: That would be one thing.

Kash: What are we going to do about that?

Carmine: I think you know

Kash: Jr. Heavyweight championship?

Carmine: Continue.

Kash: King of the Throne.

Carmine: Keep going...Jackass

Kash: ...street fight?

Carmine: Think bigger, think...enclosure.

Kash: Hell in a Cell?

Carmine: Bingo. Tapido and as much as I hate the little fuck, Alex showed me this week that they have what it takes to go to the top. So effectively, there going to be ready to prove themselves and I don‘t care if they kill each other, hell It would be a bonus if Tapido kills Alex, one less Salvation member riding up my ass! So wheather Tapido is Jr Champion or not at King of the Throne we will see them go at it, within the confines of hell in a cell.

Kash: Wand the winner moves up in the rankings?

Carmine: I knew I paid you for a reason.

The camera then cuts with the crowd buzzing about this announcement as we switch to the ring

Joey: Its bout time, Carmine grew a set!

Brian: So no matter what happens these next few weeks Alex and Tapido well settle there difference inside a hell in the cell at King of the Throne!

Joey: Def a can’t miss

Thousand Foot Krutch - Phenomenon blares out over the PA system, as red lights shine out towards the ramp. Cyber Punk walks out from behind the EasTron, and the crowd is on it's feet. The cheers are so loud that it's almost deafening. He stops on the top of the ramp and crosses his arms, a smirk crawling across his face.

Joey: Well partna, looks like were gonna be graced with the presence of Kash’s number one fan

Brian: Are you serious, Kash is out to hurt Cyber Punk

Joey: It was called sarcasm Brian

He walks down to the ring, giving high fives each and every way that he can on the way down. He rolls into the ring and signals for a microphone. As soon as the crowd sees that he's going to speak, they all sit down and become quiet.

Cyber Punk: Alright, as you all know, I'm not one to come out here and run my mouth. I'm the kind of guy who lets his actions do the talking. But there's something that I just have to get off of my chest. See, I was called by Mr. Kash today, yea go figure the fucking Ass monkey of the NLWF has figure out how to use a phone. I was stunned just as all of you. And he informed me of who my foe would be for tonight, and I guess I was supposed to be impressed, or scared but really I can’t. I mean the guy ran around here calling himself Crazerage. And now that he lost the mask and injected a few needles into his ass, I’m supposed to fear him? Yea, I was supposed to fear Kaos back in JWF and I straight murder the kid.

You see Kash has stated that he would be the death of Cyber Punk, what this faggot fails to realize is you can’t kill Cyber Punk. The movement that is Cyber Punk well never be killed. Hell I‘ll be damned if Kash even gets close to scratching my ego!

Crowed cheers for Cyber Punk

Cyber Punk: What are you going to do now Kash, you little power trip isn’t working, what does the face of failer have to offer after I sacrifice Rico Sutton? And Rico, brother, while your sitting back there, I want you to take a second, Let the fear set in, because you haven't beaten anybody worthwhile since your return, been feed feeder talent, Sit back there and let it all sink in Rico, because you've never fought a fair match. Well, tonight things change. Tonight, fear will be struck into the hearts of the wicked, and both of you Kash, and Rico will know.... that there is nothing going to stop me from reaching the top for a second time!

Thousand Foot Krutch - Phenomenon comes back on over the PA as Cyber Punk drops his mic and rolls out of the ring. The crowd goes wild and cheers until his music cuts off of the PA once more.

The camera switches to backstage where we are now in the office of Carmine Vestieri. Seems like he is still a little pissed off about giving Brenton what he wanted at the start of the show, his sour mood is only going to get worse as Alex Mark and Brenton Cyrus walk into the office of Carmine.

Alex Mark: Carmine, just the man I was looking for

Carmine: Really, how hard have you been looking? Did yea miss the sign on the office door that reads ‘CARMINE’ On it?

Alex Mark: Ha, you really should stick with being a GM and leave the comedy to the comedians on the West

Carmine: Alright, so I take it you two have some reason for being here, besides giving me a headache

Brenton Cyrus: You owe us Carmine, Owe us for leaving the people at home locked on Direct Hit and not on Legacy.

Carmine: I though it was the Quenteratino rip off doing that?

Alex: Again, with the jokes

Brenton: Listen Carmine, enough with the tough guy act, you know you need Salvation more then we need you. So instead of acting like your not cool, why don’t you listen to why where here, and why I brought Alex with me

Carmine: Figured you two were joint at the hip

Alex: Enough Carmine, I want my match to be a falls count anywhere

Carmine: You’re out of your mind Alex, after the attack you three dished out last week, why would I sentence my Jr. Heavyweight champion to that same outcome?

Brenton: Do you need to go over why you must? Really Carmine do we?

Carmine looks into the face of Brenton before dropping it down to his desk…

Carmine: Fine. Fall Count Anywhere. But Brenton, let him fight this. I don’t need you and Chuck there.

Brenton: Maybe if I owed you a favor, then maybe I would grant you that. But I don’t owe you jack. So Lets just say Ill think about it!

Alex and Brenton walk out of Carmine’s office, leaving Carmine to slam his head down on to the desk

Joey: An amazing episode of Direct Hit continues with current Jr Heavyweight champion Tapido Delevega, going up against Alex Mark in what is now a Falls Count Anywhere match. I wish Carmine could be the back bone that Silva was. Salvation wouldn’t get away with any of this is he was still here.

Brian: Thank Havoc for that one

No More Sorrow hits as the lights flash red and yellow and Tapido comes down to the ring. He slaps some of the fans hands with the free hand and then he slides into the ring.

Marissa Johnson: Are next match is a Falls Count Anywhere match, introducing first healing from Seville, Spain…He is the Current Jr. Heavyweight Champion…TAPIDO DELEVEGA!

The lights go out, enveloping the arena in darkness. "JR" 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 Alex Mark step out from behind the curtain, wearing his ring attire underneath a shiny, red hooded vest. His patented AM logo is on the back as he turns to face the tron, spreading his arms out, palms to the ceiling. he then spins real fast, his face somewhat hidden beneath the hood.

He soaks in the cheers and boos as he points to the sides of the ramp talking shit, and flashing that patented shit eating grin. He then struts to the ring, sliding in as he reaches the mat. He then walks to the turnbuckle, raising his right arm, his hand in a fist, The Rock-esque. He then jumps down and does a spin in the middle of the ring, again with his arms stretched straight out, plams up, as if soaking in the reaction. He then flips the hood from his head, and takes off the vest, handing the object to the ring announcer before leaning against the turnbuckle.

Marissa Johnson: And his challenge for tonight, he hails from Miami Florida, Making his DEBUT here in NLWF…GIVE IT UP FOR ALEX MARK!!!

The two superstars stand on opposite sides of the ring as the referee signals for the bell. Alex Mark has his eyes intensely focused on Tapido. Delevega is locking eyes with Alex, but he also has to worry about Brenton Cyrus who is at ringside.

The bell sounds and Tapido walks to the center of the ring. Alex seems to have lost interest in the match as he leans back against the turnbuckle, ignoring Delevega. Tapido shouts at Alex and motions for him to meet him in the center of the ring. Alex pretends not to hear and this irritates Tapido. Suddenly, Alex rolls out of the ring and starts to walk off. Tapido slides out of the ring and attempts to cut Alex off, but Alex Mark is expecting this and levels Tapido with a clothesline on his way out of the ring.

Alex begins to drop boots onto Tapido as the member of Salvation smiles. Alex picks Delevega up and throws him into the side apron of the ring. Delevega holds his back in pain. Alex brings TAPIDO to his feet again and throws him over the guardrail and into the crowd. The fans cheer as the action is brought to them. Alex climbs on top of the guardrail and balances before jumping off and missing a flying elbow.

Both competitors are lying on the concrete in the crowd as Tapido slowly gets to his feet. Alex gets to a knee before Tapido brings him to his feet and body slams him back onto the concrete. Tapido is screaming ‘Where is Jazmine’ over and over as he starts to drop boots of his own onto Alex Mark. Tapido brings Lex to his feet and drags him further into the crowd, as an excited Brenton Cyrus and the referee are following the action.

Tapido pushes Alex to the ground and grabs a cup from a fan. Delevega waits as Alex slowly gets to his feet before throwing the drink into his face. Just as Alex is clearing the drink out of his eyes, Tapio blindsides him with a devastating super kick. Alex Mark hits the ground hard. Tapido continues the assault onto Alex by mounting him and dropping fists to his forehead. Opening a small cut under his right eye.

Tapido brings Alex to his feet and pushes him through a door into the backstage area. Lex seems to be trying to walk away from the match, but Tapido follows him and grabs him by the head. Tapido puts Alex into a position for the Spanish Calling card, but Alex pushes away and nails T with an Enzuiguri! Tapido lands face first on the cement. Alex crawls over to The Champion and attempts a pin.

1…2…Kickout!

Alex gets to his feet and wipes some of the blood away from under his eye. The look in Lex’s eye changes as the quickly jumps onto Tapido and locks in a Cobra Clutch! Delevega screams in pain as Lex continues to apply pressure. The referee checks Tapido and asks if he wants to quit, but Delevega refuses. Brenton walks in a circle he finally had enough and backs up Punt kicking Tapido as Alex releases the submission.

Alex smirks then doss the cross figure in the air to Brenton, before he looks around the area and eventually grabs a metal pipe. Alex waits for Tapido to get to his feet and attempts to hit him with the pipe, but T ducks. Tapido throws a right hand at Lex, but Alex is quick to nail him in the gut with the pipe. Tapido backs away, holding his stomach in pain, as Alex raises the pipe above his head and brings it down hard onto the back of Tapido Delevega. Alex drops the weapon and once again goes for the cover.

1….2….Kickout!

Alex seems frustrated as Brenton begins ordering Alex what to do, Lex picks Tapiod up and puts him over his shoulder. Brenton points to the large garage door and Alex runs Tapido into it as the Tapido hits the door and falls the ground.

Alex grabs the handle at the bottom of the garage door and lifts the door open to reveal a ledge leading down the loading dock. Where at the end of the dock is a Wooden cross standing tall out side the Canton Arena! Alex and Brenton brings Tapido to his feet and looks down at the nearly fifteen-foot drop onto the cement. Alex puts Tapido into position for a powerbomb, but Delevega quickly locks is legs around Alex’s neck and applies a triangle choke. Alex is trying to throw Tapido down with the powerbomb, but Delevega has Alex’s neck trapped in this choke. Alex starts to fade as Brenton grabs the head of Tapido and delivers a neck breaker, Alex brings up the limp Delevega and does the unthinkable as he sends Tapido flying off the fifteen-foot drop via powerbomb!

The referee looks down, as Tapido is lying motionless on the cement. The referee leaves the scene and looks for medical help but they can’t attends to Tapido, because Alex and Brenton Cyrus are standing over the broken body of the Jr Heavyweight champion. Brenton demands Alex to drag the body of Tapido Delevega to the wooden cross, Alex without hesitation drags the champion and even hangs him on the corss, but this time they wrap Barbwire around the wrist and feet of Tapdio, Brenton slaps a sign on to the chest of Tapido Delevega…

‘HAPPY EASTER’

Joey: OH MY…Salvation has no respect. On Easter, one of the few holiest days on the regions calendar…I am lost at words

Brian: I’m not sure what to say about Salvation anymore, I mean for them to do something like this…It’s just despicable.

Joey: I would like to send a public apology to the people watching at home, we tried are best to blur the horded image as best as we could

Brian: What are we going to do next week, when we make are debut on HBO. They censor nothing Joey!

The crowd boos heavily as the lights come up and "Trouble" by Cypress Hill starts up. Joe Santiago emerges from the theatrical smoke on the stage, smirking as he slaps the faceplate of the World Championship belt around his waist. He strikes his "Smelling the crowed" pose in time to the double-blast of blinding white pyro behind him, and struts down to the ring, removing the belt as he goes, so he can hold it up in the faces of some of the ringside fans.

One fan leans over to try and take a swing at Santiago, who leans out of the way, and laughs at the fan as two event security guards slide into view to haul the fan away from the barricade. Santiago continues to taunt the fan, who scrambles to try and get past the beefy guards, who keep him back.

Smirking, Joe climbs into the ring and raises the belt as he strikes the pose again, then drops the belt over his shoulder as he picks up a microphone. As his music fades, the booing of the crowd segues neatly into the now-traditional chant:

"Fuck You, Joe!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap.

"Fuck You, Joe!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap.

"Fuck You, Joe!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap.

"Fuck You, Joe!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap.

He soaks in the hatred, and then raises the microphone.

Joe Santiago: Well, shocker of shockers last week, huh, folks? I once again defeated your hero Cyber Punk, now the kid hasn‘t been seen since. I must say the silence of one punk quit is almost to good to be true

He smirks, and pauses, looking around as the crowd begins a new chant.

"Punk's Sti~ill Better!"

"Punk's Sti~ill Better!"

"Punk's Sti~ill Better!"

Joe Santiago: Hey, I guess we'll never know, huh? You ask me, I think Cyber Punk just burned out. See, this is what happens when you shoot to the top too soon and don't know how to handle all the attention of the media blitz, all the appearances you have to make as a champion, all the pressure of being the guy carrying the company on your back. He'll claim otherwise, claim that he's "done everything there is to do" or some bullshit like that, but in the end, here's the way it'll look in the history books:

He raises his hands as if picturing it before his eyes.

Joe Santiago: "Cyber Punk goes from World champion to Jobber in a months time." That's what it's gonna look like to the fans twenty years from now. You'll barely be a footnote in the wrestling history books! A career that lasted only a couple of years. Like a shooting star: bright and brilliant, but gone in a flash. Me, I'll have a whole chapter in the history books by the time I'm done. I'm twelve years into my career, and I'm still in the prime of my life, still in top condition, and whether you like me or -- more likely -- you hate me, you always remember me.

He shifts the belt on his shoulder and smirks a little bit.

Joe Santiago: But enough about Cyber Punk. Last week, we learned who gets to face me come King of the Throne in London England. Four men have been named, four men are being given the chance of a lifetime, four men about to have there dreams crush by One Man…ME!

He shakes his head.

Joe Santiago: This is gonna be a cakewalk. My only threat would have to be Brenton and all he happens to be is the latest flavor of quasi-manipulator types which have been a staple in this industry since the days of Kevin Sullivan, Jake Roberts, and Raven. No matter what you do, that's all you're ever going to be, is another Raven clone, another kid who was probably some yuppie preppie type. Then suddenly you discover the movie "Fight Club" and you start reading Chuck Palahniuk, Friedrich Nietzsche, start listening to Simple Plan and My Chemical Romance, and now you wanna be some broody revolutionary, shake things up and break down society or whatever you ultimate Salvation message is.

He turns his head and spits to the side.

Joe Santiago: Every single person who has qualified for the King of the Throne are nothing more then a bad joke. Salvation is nothing more then a bad joke. Brenton, Why the fuck do you deserve to face me in London? Because you defeated Johnny Styles? News flash I did that before it was the cool thing to do. I If you can't give me a good, solid reason for why your revolution should take off, then you pack your bags, get the fuck out of my company, and why don't you go looking for someone who gives a damn.

Joe Santiago leans over the ropes, dangling the championship over the top rope.

Joe Santiago: You won't kill No Limit Wrestling. If NLWF can survive the near deat hinjury of its founder, if it can survive all the upheaval in GMs it went through these past month, and if it can survive the championship reign of a little bitch like Havoc -- it’s gonna survive your little 'salvation revolution.' I didn't climb to the top of this company to see some little pissant like you try to tear it down.

Before he can go on, the EasTron lights up and "Apocalyptica - I'm Not Jesus" plays. The crowd wakes up, with even more booing as Brenton Cyrus walks out.

Brenton Cyrus: I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but hear my name being dropped from your crusty mouth

Joe Santiago: Well, will wonders never cease? Ladies and gents, please welcome my next victim Brenton Cyrus!

The crowd again gives Brenton a round of boos.

Brenton Cyrus: Huh, you got some sort of Ego there champ, I would be full of shit if I said I wasn’t going to be thrilled being the one to pop it.

Joe Santiago: A lot have tried, but none have succeeded. And I can promise you that you well fall on that list of failed attempts.

Brenton Cyrus: Hold that though for a second, because the only promise that is going to be made here tonight, is the one where I promise to leave King of the Throne as NLWF Champion. Scratch that, I guarantee I well leave King of the Throne as the NLWF Heavyweight champion

Joe Santiago looks a bit irritated.

Joe Santiago: You may have Carmine as your prison bitch that even he can’t help you win King of the Throne

Brenton Cyrus: I don’t need Carmine to beat you and the other three men in the ring. I am a fucking God if you haven’t notice. And it’s not just a tag-name. I fully have the power to end your career if I feel the need to. I have more power then you have ever had Joe. More then you once had in JWF. There isn’t anything that can deny me my birth right to be the leader of this brand. Definitely not a escapee of the Miami Retirement home

Joe Santiago: The sad thing about that there statement is, that I bet you sat in the back for about three hours looking for a good joke, a good pun and came up with a old man joke. Weak just like you. Brenton your only career high other then Wizney movies is defeating Johnny Styles. And the fucking sad part to that is you didn’t even defeat him. Alex did. So Im standing here looking at you, trying to figure out what makes you a threat to my championship, and other then the taboo tattoos you done there really is nothing.

Brenton Cyrus: Have you ever seen Johnny Styles as broke as I made him at War Games?

Joe Santiago: Sure, when I was banging Jada in JWF.

The crowed gives a big booing reaction

Brenton Cyrus: All I’m trying to say Joe, is that you really should be careful about who you push. Because everyone has a weak spot. Everyone has something they would die to protect, even you Joe.

Brenton smirks as Apocalyptical - I'm Not Jesus begins playing as he leaves and as the camera feed fades out on Joe Santiago standing in the ring, seething with fury.

Joey: What do you think he meant by that comment Brian?

Brian: I have no idea, but if I was Joe I would look to hire security around any of his love ones.

Joey: See that’s the idea I had, but there are three other men in the King of the Throne match, and getting into the head of one, isn’t going to do jack against the other three

Brian: Lets not forget about Rico Sutton who has nothing that can be used against him. Guy is already a broke soul.

Joey: Rico Sutton could easily be the wild card of the match

The arena goes to pitch blackness. A heavy base thunders through the arena as bright white lights start flashing at the entrance. A lone guitar strum begins while the audience sits in darkness once more. As the base powers its way through the arena a magnificent beam of Red light erupts from the stage, traveling straight up into the rafters. As the intro plays through and the classical instruments start trickling their way in, a sudden base exhales. Sprinkles of Red light then start fluttering their way down from the rafters while the podium starts rising from the stage. When it finally completes its ascension, and the beam fades, what we now see before us is Cyber Punk, standing tall on a podium.

Marissa Johnson: Are next bout is the Kash’s pick match. Introducing first he is the former Heavyweight Champion…GIVE IT UP FOR CYBER PUNK!!!

Cyber Punk look down upon the audience as they then begin to slowly strut his way down the ramp. A few fans near ringside try to touch the man. He makes his way into the ring. Punk now makes his way over to the far turnbuckle and climbs it as he merely stands. The crowd reaches a fevered pitch as flashing lights consume the ring, the fans taking their pictures of the King of New School. After a few moments he steps down from the turnbuckle, leans through the ropes as the music fades out.

Joey: I wonder who Kash’s pick is?

Brian: Looks like were about to find out Joe

Kash’s theme hits as Justin Kash makes his way onto the ramp.

Justin Kash: Cyber Punk I told you that I would make you my personal mission. That I would not rest until you could no longer compete in that ring. And I believe I found the best man for the job. This man carries no remorse for anyone. This man is a mofo beast. Ladies and gents my pick for Cyber Punk this week is none other then RICO SUTTON!!!

Joey: Holy shit!

Brian: Kash isn’t fucking around is he Joe?

Joey: Not at all, if he’s picking Rico Sutton then he is looking to hurt Cyber Punk

Brian: What the hell is his problem with Punk anyways?

Joey: Jealousy maybe?

The lights dim, the opening riff plays, the fog machine goes down and some of Rico's greatest hits play on the big screen until the drums come in, lights blast back on, and Rico storms out with a devious smile on his face. If the crowd's pissed at him, he'll smile and eat it up as if they're cheering him. Eventually he'll roll under the bottom rope, and begins shaking the ropes with such intensity

Rico and Punk stand facing each other, both looking for some hidden secret about their opposite—something that might eventually help them get this victory. Punk goes for a traditional tie up, but Rico simply stands back and looks at Punk, obviously laughing behind his mask. Punk becomes angered by Rico's pleasant yet ominous look, and he goes for a right hand on Rico. Sutton catches it in mid air and tilts his head to one side, still staring at Punk. Cyber Punk throws his other hand at Rough Justice, but Rico catches it again.

Cyber Punk looks at Rico Sutton with anger, trying to figure him out. Suddenly, Rico throws his head and slams it into Punk’s face, immediately drawing blood. Cyber Punk falls to his knees and grabs his nose, trying to wipe off some of the gushing blood, but at this moment, Rico chooses to strike. Rico runs off the ropes and charges in at Cyber Punk, pounding his boot into Punk’s injured face. Cyber Punk falls to the ground, trying to get away from Rico's onslaught, but Rico has already climbed the ropes, ad he jumps off with a big leg drop, still going to work on Punk's face.

Rico Sutton goes for a cover, possibly on impulse, but Cyber Punk kicks out after two. Rico immediately stands and brings up Punk with him. He throws Punk off the ropes and catches him with a cross body, but Punk rolls through and stands up with Rico in a cross body catch. He lifts Rico over his head and sends him crashing back down to the mat. Some offense fires up Cyber Punk and he runs off the ropes, blood still flying from his nose, with a lariat that turns Rico Sutton inside out.

Cyber Punk stands again with momentum, bringing up Rico with him. He drills a few big punches on him and sends him off the ropes, lifting up his knee and slamming into Rico's gut. He looks down at Rico and mounts him, throwing devastating punches, elbows and jabs. Rico doesn't even try to cover up, and instead slams his fist into Cyber Punk's unprotected nose. Punk stumbles backwards, clawing at his face, and Rico runs off the ropes with strong lariat. Rico quickly stands back up and drops a knee across Punk's injured face, furthering the damage.

Rico picks up Punk and sends him off the ropes, but Punk ducks and spins Rico around into a Snapmare supplex! Cyber Punk hooks the leg and bridges, but Punk kicks out just before three. Cyber Punk sets up Rico and locks in a brutal, body stretching Cobra Clutch, but Cyber Punk pauses a minute to reach for his nose in pain, and Rico slips out of the hold, dropping Punk with a standing dropkick. Punk falls to the mat and Rico covers again, but Cyber Punk rolls his shoulder off the mat and the referee calls for two. Rico Sutton sprints and springboards off the ropes, spinning in mid air and hitting the groggy, but standing, Cyber Punk with a drop kick, however, Punk catches Rico's legs in mid air and turns him into the Ankle Lock!

Rico, while showing no signs of pain, begins to wear down, and his movements become less animated. Cyber Punk falls down and wraps his legs around Rico Sutton, furthering the agony Rico is in. Suddenly, with a burst of adrenaline, Rico turns his body around and smashes tow brutal kicks into Cyber Punk’s devastated face! Punk immediately releases the hold and scratches at his face in pure agony. Rico quickly stands as Punk leans on the rope for assistance. He sees Rico standing and charges at him with a DDT, but Rico ducks and turns, kicking Punk and planting him with the Rough Justice!!!

Rico Sutton covers and gets the three count

Marissa Johnson: here is your winner…RICO SUTTON!!!

Justin Kash rushes into the ring to congratulate Rico Sutton, Rico pulls his arm away from Kash. Justin shrugs it off and begins yelling into the face of Cyber Punk, he even slaps the hurt Punk. Rico grabs the back of Justin Kash’s head and drops him with the Rough Justice!

Joey: Rico Sutton just dropped Justin Kash with the Rough Justice!!!

Brian: What a ungrateful son of a bitch!

Joey: Say what?

Brian: Kash cleary gave Rico a big chance here to impress everyone by going against the former champion Cyber Punk. And what does he do in return? He sends are co-GM into lala land!

We return to the ring and suddenly the lights turn off. The audience is wondering what is going on, looking around in wonderment. Joey and Brian are just as clueless. Softly, different comments begin to be heard through out the arena

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt. You want to win things and I am at a club where we have the players to do that.

I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right, and stand with him while he is right, and part with him when he goes wrong.

As the sayings slowly fades away and silence consumes the entire arena once again, people are still mind boggled. But then a single person’s voice-- that of a male-- is heard, her voice very new. Still in the dark, his words echo around the arena

In a battle all you need to make you fight is a little hot blood and the knowledge that it's more dangerous to lose than to win. Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorius triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

The EasTron turns on. It reveals Anthony Bennett backstage with a microphone in his right hand, the fans cheering loudly and chanting the newbie’s name. He opens his eyes and takes a moment to bask in their love and appreciation, a smile crossing his face as he says one last thing.

Anthony Bennett: And the Illest Kid On The Block has signed to the East!

Their cheering grows louder than before. Slowly all the lights come back on in the arena and the fans begin chanting “Welcome New Guy! Welcome New Guy!”

Brian: Corney, but at least it was good to see a new face around these woods

Joey: At least it wasn’t another Salvation segment, those guys are really pushing my nerves

Brian: Then your really going to love are main event.

Marissa Johnson: It is time for are Main event of the night!

The crowed pops with the upcoming match

Marissa Johnson: And it is for the Universal Tag-Team Championships…Introducing first the challengers, representing Salvation…Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus!!!

Dirty little secret
Dirty little lies.
Say your prayers and comb your hair
Save your soul tonight.

Drift among the faithful
Bury your desires.
Aberrations fill your head
You need a place to hide
And I am...

Do you remember me?
And the kid I used to be?
Do you remember me?

Brenton Cyrus and Chuck Matthews emerges from the backstage area head pointed down as he slowly walks down the ramp

When your world’s come crashing down
I want to relive.
(Your god ain't looking down on me!)

I’m not Jesus
Jesus wasn’t there!

You confess it all away
But it’s only shit to me
(Your god ain't looking down on me!)

I’m not Jesus
I will not forgive!

Cyrus enters the ring and climbs to the top rope He does his Jesus Christ pose as fireworks go of behind him, shaped like a crucifix

No I won’t!
No I won’t.

I thought you were a good man
I thought you talked to god.
You hippocratic, messianic, and child abusing-turned-satanic.

Do you remember me?
Do you remember me?
And the kid I used to be?
Do you remember?

Do you remember?

Marissa Johnson: Introducing next, he is one half of the NLWF Universal Tag Team champions…GIVE IT UP FOR JAKE STUNNER!!!

"Wherein Lies Continue" begins to pump over the Public Address system. The lights begin to flicker along to the drum pattern of the song, then the entire building goes dark. When "Thou Shalt Not" is growled, all the lights come back on and a bright white explosion of pyro shoots off from the titantron and Jake Stunner walks out from behind the curtain and stands in the middle of the stage. He basks in the reaction of the fans, whether good or bad, and closes his eyes and takes a deep, relaxing breath. He then he begins to walk towards the ring, stopping intermittently to slap hands with the crowd on either side of the walkway. He jogs up the ring stairs and climbs onto the top turnbuckle and faces the center of the ring and stands up with his arms outstretched, soaking in the crowd's excitement and emotion. He jumps from the turnbuckle and tosses his beanie into the crowd. He hands his glasses to the announcer and takes off his dog tag and clutches it in both hands and kisses it and then hands it to the announcer. He then goes to one of the corners and squats down against it and awaits his opponent/stares down his opponent.

Marissa Johnson: And introducing next, he is One Half of the Universal Tag Team champions, and also the current World Heavyweight Champion…He is the Darkest Burning Star…JOE SANTIAGO!!!

Pyros explode in such force of gold and white as the smoke arises from the entrance ramp. The image behind the smoke screen is the representation of Puerto Rico on a flag, that's wrapped equally around the body of Joe Santiago. The jolt of electricity from the verse of track sends Joe into a shadow boxing mode before spreading his arms out like a cross quickly before yanking them down as he jumps up and down in excitement.

The bandana around his forehead that he sports, he tosses it into the crowd before rushing to the ring and sliding in with a few rolls. Popping up, he celebrates in the corner, standing up on the second ropes, pointing his index finger up in the air. Dropping back down, he moves around the ring, loosening up before his opponent makes their way out.

The tag belts are lifted up as the ref stands between the two teams, watching the belt up. As soon as its in the right spot, the ref calls for the bell, and backs away. The two teams charge at each other, Joe going for Cyrus, and Jake going for Chuck. Joe tackles down Cyrus, and begins brawling with him, as Jake and Chuck begin exchanging punches. Chuck dodges a right and kicks Jake between the legs. He then bounces off of the closest ropes, and nails him with a bulldog. On the other side of the ring, Joe has gotten the upper hand, and is now sitting on Cyrus, raining down the punches. Cyrus manages to dodge a punch, and hits Joe with a headbutt. Chuck then comes up behind Joe with a chair in hand, and slams him in the head with it! Joe falls off Cyrus, as Chuck begins stomping him. A cut appears on Joe's head, were Chuck had hit him with the chair, and blood begins pouring out of it.

Joey: My oh my, Joe Santiago appears to be busted open only minutes into this TLC match!

Cyrus gets up and brushes himself off, before telling Chuck to get a ladder from outside. Chuck accepts, and hands Cyrus the chair. Jake slowly begins to get to his feet, and Cyrus sees. Cyrus rushes at Jake, the chair raised, but Jake kicks him in the midsection, knocking the air out of him. Cyrus backs away, holding his stomach in pain. Jake takes advantage of this, and grabs the chair from him. Jake hits Cyrus in the side with the chair, and then guillotines him on it! Cyrus falls back, clutching his throat just as Chuck slides in the ring, holding a ladder folded up in his hands. As Chuck charges at him, Jake throws away the chair, and ducks under the ladder. He grabs Chuck's leg, and flapjack's him onto the top rope! The ladder falls to the outside, as both men fall to the ground. Joe is back up, and so is Jake. Joe nods at Jake, and they both slide out the ring. They both grab table's positioned on the outside, fold them up, and bring them into the ring. Joe and Jake set up their respective tables, as they glance at the grounded Salvation.

Joey: Jake and Santiago are looking to finish off Salvation now!

Brian: I don’t get it, why wouldn’t they just climb the ladder?

Joey: Because they are going to make sure Salvation cant stop them getting the titles unhooked, Brian.

Brian: No shit.

Joe and Jake place each member of Salvation on a table, and climb the closest turnbuckle to each of the table's. Joe aims for Cyrus, and Jake aims for Chuck. But Cyrus suddenly rolls off of his table, and grabs Joe's leg, causing him to straddle the turnbuckle! Jake leaps the turnbuckle in a moonsault, but Chuck is already up, and nails him with a dropkick in mid air! Jake falls just inches away from the table, as Cyrus lifts Joe up to his feet on the top turnbuckle! Cyrus stands behind Joe, and lifts him up into a back suplex, but at the last second, he turns it into a downward clothesline, driving him and Joe through a pair of double stacked table's on the opposite side of the ring! Re-Awakening!

Joey: OH MY GOD! Cyrus nailed Joe with the Re-Awakening thought two tables!

Brian: He looked like he enjoyed doing it too!

Joey: Can we just leave Brenton's sexuality out of this?

Chuck walks over to the turnbuckle Cyrus leaped off and looks down in amazement at the broken bodies of Brenton Cyrus and Joe Santiago. Jake slowly gets to his feet, and as sneakily as he can, slides to the outside and grabs a ladder. He folds it up and slides it halfway inside the ring, but as he does, Chuck turns around, runs up to the ladder, and jumps on it! Causing the ladder to flip up in a sea-saw motions, and hit Jake hard in the jaw! Jake staggers to the crod barrier, clutching his chin, as Chuck pulls the ladder inside the ring. He quickly positions it in the centre of the ring. He begins climbing it urgently, as soon as he is at the top, Jake rolls into the ring. Jake walks up to Chuck, and clubs him in the back. Chuck lets go of the titles, as Jake crawls up the ladder with him. They begin trading punches, and Jake grabs Chuck's head and slams it into the ladder rung. Chuck sways unsteadily, and Jake grabs him, and nails him with a Russian leg sweep off of the ladder!

Joey: Jake Stunner just manages to keep Chuck from winning the match for Salvation there, but how long can he keep it up?

On the outside, Cyrus slowly begins to move, grabbing onto the ring apron. He slowly pulls himself up to his feet. He glances down at the body of Joe Santiago, and grins. Joe slowly begins to crawl to his knees, as Cyrus backs away, preparing to punt him in the head! The crowd boo, almost in horror, as Joe gets to his knees. But suddenly, out of nowere, Jake Stunned flies over the ropes, and collects Brenton Cyrus with a crossbody, to cheers from the crowd! Jake slowly gets up, and helps Joe to his feet. Jake grabs a nearby ladder, folds it, and slides in the ring with it. Joe manages to slide in too, and Jake sets up the ladder next to the one Chuck set up. Jake begins to climb it, and Joe climbs the other ladder. Both men climb slowly, Joe a little bit slowler than Jake. Jake gets to the top of his ladder, just as Chuck gets to his feet! Chuck pushes on the ladder, and sends Jake flying to the outside, crashing through a table!

Joey: And Stunner takes a fall!

Brian: Now I bet Chuck enjoyed THAT!

The ladder comes to rest of the far ropes, as Joe Santiago reaches the top of his ladder! Chuck grabs the bent over ladder, and straightens it up. He begins climbing it, as Joe reaches for the belt! Chuck nails Joe with a hard right to the stomach, causing him to let go of the belts. Chuck then hits him with a left, and Joe fires back with a right! Both the men begin trading punches, as unknown to them, Brenton Cyrus sneaks in the ring. As he does, Joe gains the advantage, and nails Chuck right in the face with a right! Chuck staggers, and holds onto his nose, as Joe lays both hands on the belts, he is about to pull them down when Cyrus pushes over his ladder! But Joe holds onto the belts! Cyrus stares on in amazment, as Joe hangs from the tag team belts. Cyrus is about to grab him, but Chuck shakes his head. Chuck prepares himself, and leaps off his ladder, and nails Joe with the Mattews Spear in mid air!! Chuck and Joe crash down in a heap, as Cyrus stares in amazement again and the crowd erupts in chants of: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Joey: HOLY SHIT INDEED!!

Brian: Do you need to be so squeamish all the time?

Joey: CHUCK MATTEWS JUST SPEARED JOE SANTIAGO IN MID AIR!!

Brian: And?

Cyrus snaps out of it, and sets up the ladder Joe used to be on. He begins to climb it slowly, feeling the effects of the match. Cyrus slowly, slowly gets to the top, as the crowd erupt in boo's. Cyrus leans over the ladder and grins, before reaching up and grabbing onto the tag titles. He begins to tug on them, as Jake Stunner climbs in the ring! Jake has a chair in hand, and climbs up the ladder as quickly as he can. Cyrus almost has unhooked the belts, when Jake nails him in the head with the chair! Jake climbs up, and reaches for the belts as Cyrus sways dangerously on the side of the ladder. Jake has half of the titles in one hand, and the chair in the other, as Cyrus sways back onto the ladder, and nails him with a right, and then a left. Jake now sways off the side of the ladder, and Cyrus takes advantage. Cyrus grabs the chair out of Jake's hand and hits him right between the eyes with it! Jake begins bleeding as Cyrus throws the chair away. Cyrus grabs Jake by the arm, and swings him, arm drag style, off of the ladder! Jake flips in mid air and crashes through the table he had set up earlier!

Joey: Come on, someone stop Cyrus...Anyone!

Cyrus then grins again, and reaches up to the titles. Chuck joins him on the ladder, and they both pull down a title each! The crowd erupts in boo's, as Salvation hold up their titles on the ladder.

Joey: Goddamn it!

Brian: Calm down man, they won it fair and square, Carmine didn‘t even have to screw anyone this time around

Joey: For the first time this year.

Just then recent pick up Jeff Angel rushes down the ramp looking to get him some of Salvation but gets dropped from behind by Alex Mark. Brenton Cyrus rolls out the ring to join on the attack of Jeff Angel. Alex gets Jeff up and tosses him to Brenton who drops Brenton with the Re-Awakening on to the steel ramp! Chuck is looking to get him some, but before he gets out of the ring we watch as another new kid Chad Vargas jumps over the guard railing and slides into the ring Chuck turns around to see why the crowed is cheering and Chad levels the No Limit Champion with a deadly Guitar shot!

Joey: That’s Chad Vargas! He just laid out the No Limit Champion!

Chad holds up the No Limit championship in the center of the ring, before dropping it and rolling out of harms way as Salvation slides into the ring.

Joey: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Brain: I guess the new kids are hurting each other, aye Joe

Joey: I guess so…Were out of time folks, well see you next week as Direct Hit TEN airs live on HBO!

Brian: Good night everyone!