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Welcome to Miami where them boys used to touch tourists on a daily basis Duck charges therefore hardly caught cases This is a city full of culture and different races Where all the mami's come fully equipped at young ages With the hurricanes cause even the biggest hurricane couldn't phase us We got a dome for the Heat that put y'all to sleep and we carry hits from night till morning Like Marino strong armin' the game but I'm not retiring till I got a championship ring poppin champagne simple and plain check the map and look where we at the bottom, simple as that I'm bringing it back to the fore-front like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days he's the one that's got these mami's going two ways God bless Uncle Al but knowin him MIA was probably engraved on the tombstone that stands over his grave to this day! So if your visitin our city and your sittin pretty on duce tres or duce fours watch where you park your whip cause they will leave it sittin' on bricks awfully quick "Yeah this is for everbody in Miami" Highlights begin to role as Joe Santiago moonsault off of a balcony through Cyber Punk. Brenton Cyrus punt kicks Joe Santiago. Tapido being hung up on the cross. Welcome to Miami where they Hustle hey And they ride duce tres like everyday Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons Where parties dont stop till the next afternoon Welcome to Miami where they Hustle hey And they ride duce tres like everyday Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons Where parties dont stop till the next afternoon Salvation standing above the bodies they have moved through. Rico Sutton dropping Justin Kash with the rough Justice Westchester and West Miami where the heavy-weighters move to raise their families South Miami always showed me love them boys from the Creek Lee Park and THC knew me before PIT South Miami Heights, Carib Villas South Wood apartments the Square, Goulds, Naranja them boys throw dubs on Bangis Various action shots with wrestlers flying through the air. Cyber Punk going through hell an back to defeat Havoc inside the double cage of hell Brenton Cyrus stride to become the greatest Heavyweight Champion Pitbull M.I.A.M.I. tike to put Miami on the map we on the rise M.I.A.M.I. nigga shat? Welcome to Miami where they hustle hey And they ride duce tres like everyday Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons Where parties dont stop till the next afternoon Welcome to Miami where they hustle hey And they ride duce tres like everyday Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons Where parties dont stop till the next afternoon The shot switches to the skyline of Miami Florida 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, as the NLWF logo becomes the Salvation logo, as it spins it changes with the Direct Hit logo and the 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. 
"ARE YOU READY?!?" 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 the Superman S, that's wrapped equally around the body of SBK. The jolt of electricity from the verse of track sends Stylez 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 Joey: Welcome everyone to Direct Hit, and it looks as though SBK has something to get off his chest Brian: I’m still confused about what we saw last week, and tonight’s main event. I mean we all watched as SBK dropped his partner Jake Stunner with the End Result, and we all figured SBK was the newest member of Salvation, yet here we are, And tonight SBK will face Brenton Cyrus for the Annihilation Championship. Joey: And we heared early in the week, that SBK denies being a member of Salvation Brian: It’s all one bad Soap opera. SBK pulls the mic to his mouth… 
Stylez: What is The SB Reality? SBK smirks Stylez: It's a paradigm shift. See, everyone has it in their heads that the world works in a certain way, that certain people will rise to certain levels and stay there, that everything happens... according to plan. Personally, I think that plan sucks a tremendous amount of balls, if you'll excuse the vulgarity. That's why I like to... shake things up. Not enough to make it all fall down, to drive things into complete anarchy. I don't buy into anarchism, because mankind -- and here, we agree, Cyrus-- mankind needs someone to keep it in check, they need a leader to keep them from devouring one another. Stylez lets his words sink in a little Stylez: Yes, I realize I'm 'channeling The Dark Knight', but even you'll have to admit, it was a fucking awesome movie. And so many aspects of it apply to my own views on things, when I sat down to think about it. And really, quoting the number-one-selling movie in the civilized world? Good business, and keeps you topical. But let's get back on track. Unlike The Joker, however, I don't intend to just tear everything down for the sake of bringing everyone down to the same level. Because all men are not created equal, Cyrus, and you and I are proof of that. We're cut from the same cloth, you and I, no matter how much you'll deny it. We both see ourselves as standing high, oh-so-fucking high above the riff-raff and the mere mortals. Stylez leans on the ropes Stylez: The difference is, I see myself as just more elite than them, by virtue of my blood, my talent, and my intelligence. You, however, have delusions of Godhood, and take it to a different level. Shakes his head Stylez: I'm getting off topic here. I do that sometimes. Bear with me. What is The SB Reality? Quite simple. When you reveal to the frightened masses that things don't always go the way they expect, it breaks their little worldviews, and that creates enough conflict and struggle that the firm of purpose and those with a good sense of business acumen can profit enormously. And when the masses settle down and take a look around, they realize that things have changed. Perhaps in major ways, perhaps in more subtle ones, but they realize it all the same. From one perception of reality to another. That's The SB Reality. Here In NLWF, it's going from the perception of reality that Brenton Cyrus Will be champion until he gets fucking tired of it to The SB Reality that Brenton Cyrus is now just like the rest of us: a mortal man. Stylez gets off the ropes Stylez: Yes, I was a worldwide superstar who knew success and drew the unflinching hatred of the fans everywhere I went. I got the upper hand because before I step into any company, I do my research. I find out who the important people are, and I find out how they operate. But before I square off with them, I have to make sure I'm not going to run into any surprises. If you just charge straight ahead for the ultimate target, you're going to overshoot when they just step aside. So I'd start off slow. Show up, make sure the fans know who the fuck I am, and within less than a minute, I'll have them screaming abuse and calling for my head. Pick some smaller targets to get a feel for what works in the company and what doesn't. Make adjustments, adapt to the situation. Just bide my time, and then, when the time is right, line up the champion in my sights and BANG, they go down and I rise up to take their place. I'm a patient man, Cyrus, really. I can push, push, push for things to happen when they need to happen, but I can also sit back and let the situation change on its own, and take advantage when it's to my best interest. I can wait for an opening to present itself, and I will. I didn't become ridiculously independently wealthy by rushing around and shoving my money into this fund, or that company, or whatever. I did a little of that, sure, because money is only worth something when it's being traded. If you just play in a big mountain of cash, it amounts to nothing unless you do something with it. Otherwise, all you have is a huge pile of paper, which could make for a good bonfire. I was traveling the world, researching various companies, and when I decided to come to NLWF, I paid special attention to the Notables, the people of renown who would make for good later targets, once my initial adjustments and adaptations are made to fit the schema. You, Brenton, are stagnant, however. You've became your own here, never branched out, just stayed here running through the same tired old challengers, the same meat over and over again. You don't pay attention to the world outside the NLWF, because your God complex doesn't stretch out that far. Those outside NLWF were not part of the plan, so they didn't get any of your attention until they stepped into NLWF, and even then, you paid little attention until they are in the same ring as you. Now, granted, maybe it's not quite stagnancy. The same routine has worked for you so far, the same hype, the same attitude, the same stupid sunglasses. Why mess with a winning formula, after all? Anyone that steps up to you is the same: the mere mortal, the substandard animal, the one who sees you as everything they're not. SBK stands in the center of the ring SBK: When my name is on the marquee, the fans will pay to see me. And they'll pay because they hate me and want to see me die. That's why they pay to see me, and that's why they pay to see you, Cyrus. If the fans aren't paying to see you, if they aren't either deliriously happy or ravenously angry at the sight of your face, if they're not paying to buy your merchandise, if they're not buying tickets to the shows, buying the pay-per-views, then you're doing it wrong. There's really no middle ground about it. Either you sell tickets or you don't. You and me, Cyrus, we move the merchandise, the DVDs, the tickets. I just put a little more effort into researching the rabble to find the best way to exploit them, so I can squeeze just a little more out of them. You and me, Cyrus: we sell. Period. You called me out on being an imitator, that I 'have no identity.' And that's the fucking point, isn't it? I adjust and adapt to the situation at hand. One day I could be a sarcastic wise-cracker, the next a smooth and sadistic bastard, and the next a fucking force of nature. It's simple evolutionary theory put in a new twist. I fucking metamorphose into what the situation demands, and no matter what 'identity' I'm using on a given day, I'm still capable of kicking your ass. I am what the ever-changing world demands of me. You want something original from me, Cyrus? Then give me something original back. For this situation, I'm being the warped mirror, a distorted reflection of yourself. You're not a 'God,' Brenton Cyrus. You're not a 'Legend,' Brenton Cyrus, not yet. Maybe in ten, twelve years, you'll have amassed enough experience and maybe even respect to earn the title. But all you've done so far isn't enough, not nearly enough. You're Brenton Cyrus…A rookie of the business. I'm SBK, Johnny Stylez, a ten year veteran of the business. I'm not afraid of a little boy playing GOD. I'm not afraid of a little boy who talks big, makes big promises, and fails to see his reality falling apart. And it's coming, the paradigm shift. The smooth, subtle transition from one reality -- the reality of Brenton Cyrus and Salvation -- to another: SBK and The SB Reality. Apocalyptica - I'm Not Jesus hits as Brenton Cyrus stands on the stage. Sending the crowed into a fury of cheers 
Joey: I guess Brenton Cyrus has heared all he wants from the Hall of Famer SBK Brenton Cyrus: Is that suppose to scare me or something Johnny? The SB Reality? To tell you the truth, I kind of…I kind of feel sorry for you man. You went from headlining, Main eventing, World Champion, to a washed up, old hack, who is still looking to hold on to his prime that has left him years ago. Brian: Tell it like it is Cyrus Brenton Cyrus: it’s the equzlent of staring in a Summer Blockbuster to going to hardcore porn. Granted I’m sure a lot of you SBK fans enjoy your hardcore porn, and you should because if you’re a fan boy of SBK then it’s the closes your going to get to having actual sex. But I’m not about that SB, I’m about reaching to top, being known as the greatest superstar to ever grace a wrestling ring. Like a year ago I was staring in movies, and now Im a triple tear champion. You see tonight I am facing The one who escaped the Retirement home, and you’ll be facing the greatest fucking wrestler to ever lace up a pair of boots. Joey: Oh there’s a big deal. Brian: That is a big deal Joey: I’m sure SB is shaking in his boots, give me a fucking break. SBK: That’s great Brenton, but I don’t think you understand the concept of Stylez with a Z from Styles with a S. This is a new SBK, A new breed unleashed, for the first time in my life I don’t have to listen to people say I weaseled my way into the main event. I don’t have to listen to people say I’m champion because of Joe Santiago. All I have to worry about is kicking ass! And Ill give you an example Brenton, Tonight right here on Direct Hit, not only am I going to expose you, I am going to show the world that Brenton Cyrus can be defeated! Now you listen to me, you snot nose crosskicking fag- Brenton Cyrus: You listen to me, you smug son of a bitch! You don’t have anything left. Your done Johnny. You sucked back in JWF and you suck even more here! You should have just left the game when I defeated you at War Games. At least then you would have had my fucking respect! But I guess everything happens for a reason Stylez Johnny Stylez: Everything happens for a reason? What the fuck are you talking about Cyrus? Brenton Cyrus: What am I talking about? Let me tell you, Destiny Johnny. My destiny . To kill Johnny Stylez FOR GOOD! And then all the excitement, all the expectation of the Z will go down the tube, the history of SBK will be erased and forgotten about. Tonight Johnny, I’m not just going to beat you and win a match, me beating you tonight wont just mean a successful defense, I am going to single handily kill the legend of SBK one…Last…Time! Brian: He’s done it twice before Joey: SBK stands for everything Brenton Cyrus isn’t Brian: Your out of your mind, just because he changes a letter in his name, doesn’t make him any better then he was at War Games The camera switches to the office of Carmine Vestieri who is standing there with Anthony Bennett, who looks to have brought Carmine a gift of sorts… 
Carmine: Listen Tony, if were going to have a meeting we got to get to it, because your match is due up next. And you need to be out there, so Tony… Tony Bennett: Were gonna set this off on the right foot, I know I’ve dropped the ball over the last few weeks. Carmine: Understatement of the century Tony Bennett: Your right…Your right…So I brought you something…I know you love surprises, so here yea go… Bennett pulls out a bag of Burger King Tony Bennett: BK. You like Burger King right? He reaches down again Tony Bennett: If you don’t like that, and you want to wash it down with something…How bout some Remy Martin whiskey. He pulls out the bottle Carmine Vestieri: I’m from Italy, Whiskey isn’t on the drink list Tony Bennett: Ok…That’s fine….because I just happened to have Marsala Dry Florio. I just got it ship in today! And if you don’t like that I got this, a hand crafted blond wig! It’s real hair. Carmine Vestieri: Ok hold on, first of all yes I love Burger King, there my favorite burger. But I’m on a diet because of this job, my blood pressure is through the roof, So your torturing me. And as far as the Booze, the Alcohol, the Wine I can’t start drinking with all these nut cases around here, Ill go out of my mind! And as far as the Wig goes, it looks like something that crewel out of the New York sewers! I’m sick of the Carmella angle, everywhere I go I get asked where is Carmella! Your fucking killing me Tony! Were gonna have a meeting, I’m going to talk and your going to listen. Were gonna talk about your future, I’m all about giving people a chance, lord knows I’ve given more people chances then they deserve. You want a chance to make up for the last few weeks, then go out there and deal with Demetrius Randall. Go out there and welcome the kid to the Direct Hit family. And if you don’t win Tony, your FIRED! Because I have no time for losers, Im after people who can sell Pay Per Views, who can be the future of this brand, and have great matches can you do this? Bennett goes to answer… Carmine Vestieri: It doesn’t matter if you can. You better not lose, if you want to keep your job! A NLWF ref runs into the office. Ref: Bennett, your up… Bennett walks out of the office, with a look of concern on his face. As The lights dim as the open instrumentals to Thug Motivation 101 by Young Jeezy begins to play. There is an eerie silence over the entire crowd and arena. As the beat picks up, the lights start to flash like a strobe light with a bright white color.. Demetrius slowly steps out onto the ramp as the lights turn off again and a waterfall of sparks falls from behind Demetrius. Demetrius stands with a smirk as the crowd stands in awe at the show. The shower of sparks flood down to the end of the entrance ramp and then slowly disintegrate. Demetrius slowly walks down to the ring with a cocky smirk on his face. 
Marissa Johnson: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, standing in at 6 feet 7 inches and weighing 273 pounds…GIVE IT UP FOR DEMETRIUS RANDALL!!!!! Joey: This young kid looks to have a great future here in NLWF. What a great looking wrestler with a great body and a list of moves that would make anyone jealous! I see him kicking the crap out of Tony Bennett easily in this match. Brian: Faggot! If we were to have bet $10 on every match you predicted wrong, I would be about $1,000 ahead right now. Just shut up and call the match okay! "Undisputed" by Ludacris hits the P.A. System and the crowd goes into a frenzy for The Prodigy. Anthony walks past the curtains and walks down the ramp beating his chest then lets out a monstrous roar as he flexes for the fans. He continues to walk down the ramp and pounds fists with fans. When he reaches the end of the ramp Anthony slides into the ring and does his trademarked "Resurrection" pose as he awaits for what's going down. 
Marissa Johnson: Here is our next competitor in this Standard Rules Match, from Huston Texas, standing in at 6 feet 1 inch and 255 pounds, GIVE IT UP FOR ANTHONY BENNETT!!!!! Joey: Bennett just came off a sound loss last week, and I think he is still hurting and will lose to D’Randall Brian: There you go again Joey! Just because someone loses last week doesn’t mean they automatically lose this week. Bennett should be pumped up and ready to go this week. Just shut up and call the match okay! D’Rand and Tony Bennett stare each other down. Just as the bell rings, D’Rand unleashes a flurry of quick kicks and punches. Tony blocks one after another but becomes overwhelmed by Randall’s quickness. D’Rand continues his assault, backing Bennett into the ropes, and delivers a huge roundhouse kick. It sends Tony over the top and to the floor below. Randall looks down at Bennett as the referee starts the count. Tony slams his hands angrily against the floor and stands up. He slides back into the ring and Randall readies himself. Bennett rushes toward Randall but finds himself down after a hip toss. He repeats his strategy and D’Rand slams him against the mat with a judo throw. Randall does not allow Tony to go on the offensive, instead he locks him into a Sprawling Guillotine Choke. He tightens the hold and Tony slowly begins to lose consciousness, but Randall knees him continuously to keep him awake. He squirms helplessly to break the hold but to no avail. Finally, he no longer struggles. Randall raises him up to his feet and executes DXR! He pins Bennett immediately upon impact. ONE. TWO.. THREE… Marissa Johnson: Here is your winner…DEMETRIUS RANDALL!!! Joey: Ha, I was right, Demetrius won this match with ease. Brain: Dude, he was facing Bennett, my three year old daughter could run circles around Bennett Joey: And lets not forget what Carmine told Bennett, if he lost he would be fired Brain: At least with today’s economy status, he wont be the only one in the unemployment line Joey: You always manage to bring out the best in people Brain: What can I say it’s a gift Tails is seen standing around the backstage area. Tails: Where the hell is my rematch? I mean we all know whats going to happen with Cyber Punk, the guys gonna pull a Joe Santiago, become champion only to flake from then on out! This isn’t right. Fucking blows if you ask me. And to top it off, I’m adopted? What kind of shit is that? How the fuck can SBK throw that out there for the whole world to know. Tails looks up the hall and begins yelling Tails: This is just great, what the fuck do you want? Here to rub it in? Haha SBK isn’t my brother. I have a match with you later tonight, don’t make me madder then I already am! The camera spots Alex Mark walking towards Tails Alex: Listen, I know what your going through. I mean your adopted, talk about having to work through your emotions, and I know we’ve got ourselves a match tonight. And I know we’ve had are problems in the past. I mean you weren’t a welcome guess in the Mark house. Tails: Blacklisted is more like it Alex: Well, the more I’ve been thinking about it, the more I feel bad. I mean we had are moments back in the day. We use to be Uncle and nephew. Tails: Yea we were, so what? Alex: Well I was going through the attic the other day, and look what I found. I found these pictures. Check it out… Alex holds up a picture for Tails to see, but what Tails doesn’t see is the message written on the back of the picture. I SUCK SB’S DICK FOR KICKS Tails: That’s when I first became NLWF Heavyweight Champion Alex: There’s more, check em out. Tails holds up the next picture and again another message MY NEPHEW IS TEN TIMES BETTER THEN ME Tails: Here we are right after I became JWF Tag-Team champion Alex: Don’t these just cheer you up? Tails: Fuck yea they do Alex: Listen, Ill see you out there tonight Tails: Bet your ass you will He holds up another picture… KASH AND MYSELF ARE CLOSET LOVERS! Tails: These are fucking great He holds up another picture NO BULLSHIT, I SWOLLED HIS LOAD Tails: Talk about memories. He holds up the last photo I HAVE NO TESTICLES! Tails: That kid, isn’t such a bad seed after all. He turns the photo over… Tails: What the fuck? He reads all the back of the pictures… Tails: That little fuck! Joey: Tails has been embarrassed by Alex Mark Brain: Ah man, that was classic! Marissa Johnson: Are next match is to determine the number one contender for the No Limit Championship. Introducing first weighing in at 245 pounds, representing Philadelphia…GIVE IT UP FOR FRANK HART!!! The entire arena is black as Reborn starts playing. As the music plays, fire and smoke erupts from the sides of the entrance way signaling the arrival of Frank Hart. He walks out towards the ring where he breaths in the smoke before sliding in the ring 
Marissa Johnson: Introducing next, weighing in at 200 pounds, give it up for JASPER RAYNE!!! 'Are You Afraid' is heard around the arena. as the keys of a piano begins to play. After the first break the lights dim and power down like there is a power outage. and the spotlight shins on the entrance where we see Jasper Rayn, playing the piano. As the question is heard again "Are you Afraid?" before Jasper stands up away from the piano and begins he walk down the steel ramp. the words "Only Afraid of Losing!" is heard before Jasper rolls into the ring.. 
The bell rings and the two powerhouses meet in the middle of the ring. It seems that both competitors are trying to decide on a strategy, seeing as how both of them usually tower over their competition. Hart checks Jasper in the chest and smirks at him. Jasper charges at him in a rage and takes him to the ground, hammering away with solid lefts and rights. He leaps back up to his feet, and delivers three solid elbow drops, one right after the other. He brushes off his shoulder and signals for Hart to stand up. Frank Hart is a little slow to his feet, but when he does get there, Jasper charges and hits him with an avalanche splash, sending him backwards into the corner. Rayne then charges the corner and attempts a huge running splash, but Hart steps out of the way. He turns around and immediately starts pummeling the stunned Jasper Rayne with stiff right hand punches. He than braces the second rope and hits Jasper's midsection with a series of stiff shoulder blocks, driving all the wind out of him. He backs up enough for Jasper to stagger out of the corner and hits him with a huge spinning spine buster. He goes for the cover. One... Two- Kickout. He picks Jasper up and tosses him towards the ropes. Rayne comes back and hits a desperation big boot, connecting square on Hart's jaw. He picks him up off of the mat and applies a bear hug, trying to regain his composure and regain control of the match. Frank Hart wriggles around, desperately trying to get out of the hold. He hits Jasper in the shoulders with two stiff double elbows. Rayne refuses to break the hold, Frank hits him again. Then a third time. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Frank Hart breaks free and tries to start an offense but Jasper delivers three lightning fast shin kicks to the leg and stops him in his tracks. Jasper Rayne runs off of the ropes and looks for a clothesline, but Frank catches him, and with a scream of intensity, he launches him halfway across the ring with an overhead belly to belly supplex. Frank Hart leaps to his feet and flexes his muscles, screaming with adrenaline at his downed opponent. He charges at Jasper, but at the very last second, Jasper bends over and catches Frank with a flowing Samoan drop. He immediately tries to capitalize and goes for the cover. One... Tw- Kickout. He picks up Hart and begins backing him up towards the ropes with a vicious series of chops and head butts. He tries to send Frank across the ring, but he senses it and at the last second reverses the Irish whip. Not giving him any time to recover, Frank follows him across the ring and nearly turns him inside out with an incredibly stiff short arm clothesline. Sensing the end is near, he leans over and signals Jasper to stand up. When the staggered Jasper gets to his feet, Frank picks him up for the DVD Moment but when he spins Jasper around he lands on his feet! Jasper tries a stiff roundhouse kick, but Hart ducks under it and hits him in the gut with a kick of his own. He hooks him in for a supplex and holds him up in the air for a solid fifteen seconds before dropping him down into the DVD MOMENT!!! The ref slides down for the count. One... Two... Three! Marissa Johnson: Here is your winner, and the next contender for the No Limit Championship…FRANK HART!!! Joey: Frank Hart bounces back from his championship lose last week, and now has himself a future No Limit Championship match! Brain: Its good to see at least one member of the Heart Attacks moving up the ladder Joey: Hey, Tails still can bounce back Brian: Dude, Tails career has fallen faster then Jake The Snake Roberts The shot switches back stage as we watch Ramirez Silva strut his way into the arena, and walks straight up to Brenton Cyrus Silva: Ah, if it isn’t the star I help create Brenton Cyrus: No one created me Silva: Really? Because if I remember right, you were nothing more then a Wizney star when I recruited you Brenton Cyrus: Who are you kidding Silva, you recruited me because you saw a star. A rich star at that Silva: What I saw was a chance to recruit my own Mike Miz. Former TV star turned wrestler. That is what I saw when I offered you a contract Brenton Cyrus: It must piss you off. Watching a kid, a young kid not even 20 years old lean your promotion Silva: Not really, what pisses me off is Carmine allowing your head to over grow. If I was running this show, you wouldn’t even hold the tag-team championship, never mind the Heavyweight and Annihilation championship. Brenton Cyrus: If you were running this show, Ill be working for Kash Silva: That would really have done wonders for your career. Face it Brenton, the only reason you’re a icon here, is because Carmine spoon feed you. Now were gonna see just how good you really are. Because Carmine isn’t running the show anymore. I AM! And I‘m not a fan of Salvation. Not by a long shot Silva walks off leaving Cyrus with a pissed off look on his face. As Alex comes up from behind Cyrus 
Alex: What’s his problem? Brenton: WE ARE! Brenton walks off with Chuck. Joey: Looks like Silva is back Brain: He has to realize Salvation is the bread runner of NLWF. He can’t attempt to take out the only group that has carried Direct Hit back from the dead Joey: If I was Silva, I would watch what I say to Cyrus, we’ve seen just how great Brenton plays with officials in the past. Marissa Johnson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… Yo left, yo left, yo left right left Yo left, yo left, yo left right left Yo left, yo left, yo left right left Yo left, yo left, yo left right left You see Tails coming out matching with the chorus, but once he gets all the way out the curtains, he stands there for two seconds, looks at all the fans, he see’s some of them are booing towards him, so he flips all them off. Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel em Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing them Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them And I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem. Tails starts getting hyped up right around now, he start to jump up and down. Than he runs to one side of the stage screams at the crowd…’I CANT HEAR YOU!’, than he runs to the other side of the stage and dose the same thing. Subliminal thoughts when I'm stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin is just not real enough. The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners. Your coming with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us. You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up. For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a f**k. Tails now starts walking down the ramp to the ring, giving some of his fans high fives. When he gets to the ring he jumps onto the edge of the ring, and goes under the top rope. He still all hyped up in the ring, you can tell he’s ready for a match. Tails goes to a turnbuckle, looks around once last time, than he listen to his theme song and waits for his opponent…. Until the roof The roof comes off Until my legs give out from underneath me I will not fall I will stand tall Feels like no one could beat me. 
Marissa Johnson: From The Bloody Bean…Boston Mass, GIVE IT UP FOR TAILS! Joey: I can honestly say, Tails seems like he is dragging to the ring. doesn’t have that fire there Brian: He got a push, he wasn’t ready for. Now he’s a worthless jobber 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: Introducing the Undisputed North American Champion…GIVE IT UP FOR ALEX…YOUNGBLOOD…MARK!!! Tails staggers to his feet as Alex hops onto the top rope and connects with a flying body press. The fans start cheering for Alex as he runs towards the ropes and quickly connects with a flipping leg drop to Tails throat. Youngblood raises Tails up to a sitting position and runs towards the ropes, then connects to Tails face with a dropkick. The fans instantly give a huge pop in approval of Alex’s performance. Tails slowly gets up as Alex runs towards the ropes again and immediately brings himself back into the match with a clothesline out of desperation. Tails gets back onto his feet and raises Alex over his head for a power slam, but then throws Youngblood straight out onto the ringside floor. The fans look on in shock as Tails sports an angry and crazed look on his face and slides out of the ring. Tails raises Alex Mark up and gives him a couple of rights before picking him up and giving him a bearhug, but shortly after charging with him still locked in the hold straight into the ring post. Alex screams out in pain as Tails goes over and grabs a chair from the timekeeper’s table. He heads over and raises the chair, but The Ref gets out of the ring and over to him in time to grab the chair away from him, shaking his head and saying that he won’t allow it. Tails eyes flare up with fury and he heads towards the Ref to argue with him, but Alex recovers in time to connect with a leg trip, then sends Tails into the steel steps with a bulldog. Alex keeps one of his arms on his back, fighting through the pain and kicks the head of Tails while he attempts to get up from the floor. He raises Tails up and connects with a Brainbuster on the steel steps, getting a shocked reaction from the entire arena. Youngblood tosses a motionless Tails back into the ring and climbs up on the turnbuckle. He goes for a moonsault off the top rope, taking his time, but Tails immediately moves out of the way, having Alex connects with nothing but mat. Tails stumbles back onto his feet and picks Alex up, setting him up for No World for Tomorrow. Midway through the move, Alex Mark recovers and slips out, countering with an impressive tornado DDT, soon going for the cover after, and only getting a two count in return. Alex picks him up and sends a blow in his direction, and Tails returns the favor. They both exchange hard blows to each other as they are trying to catch their breath at the same time. Alex then ducks from one of Tails blows and kicks him in the knee. He then goes to connect with a clothesline, but Tails ducks the attempt and immediately grabs onto Alex tights into a school boy… 1 – 2 – Kickout by Alex Mark!! Tails then gets pissed and pushes Ref as they start to argue, which The Ref informs him that if he does it again, he will be disqualified. He slides out of the ring and grabs the chair from ringside, sliding it back in. The ref tries to grab the chair from him, but before Tails can let it go, Alex gets a hold of him and connects with the Insult to injury! He immediately rushes over to a passed out Tails and goes for the cover… ONE TWO THREE Marissa Johnson: The Winner of this match…AND STILL UNDISPUTED NORTH AMREICAN CHAMPION….ALEX MARK!!! Joey: Tails loses another match, and Alex Mark stays perfect Brian: Fuck Tails, were witnessing a era with these Salvation boys. Alex immediately slides out of the ring and heads straight to the back, celebrating on his way out. Holding up his Undisputed North American Championship title ‘Got yourself a Gun’ hit’s the PA system as Carmine Vestieri makes his way to the ring. He slides into the ring and pulls a mic from his back pocket. 
Carmine Vestieri: Last week, I invited Justin Kash to Direct hit. I wanted him to come out here and stand inside my ring, and face me like a motherfucking man. Instead of acting like none of this is happening. And is he here? Is Kash in the house tonight? Carmine waits for any reaction to Kash being in the Miami building Carmine Vestieri: Just what I thought. Justin Kash isn’t here. He once again proves to the world that he has no balls. But the fact that Kash isn’t here doesn’t bother me, I could give a flying fuck if Justin Kash was in the house. What pisses me off is that the cocksucker is acting as if nothing happened. I watched Legacy last week and he had nothing to say. Nothing to say about the picture. He said nothing! The crowed boos at Kash Carmine Vestieri: I’m starting to think that maybe, just maybe he took this match hoping it would give some credit to Legacy, and doesn’t fully want to part take in the match it self. Well Kash I can promise you I am not doing this for raintings, I can promise you that come Guilty as Charged, I am fully prepared to murder you. Why else would I make the bout a unsanctioned match? I can beat you until you can’t walk and there isn’t jack shit you can do about it. You’re going to be staring inside the barrel of a loaded gun and you’re not gonna know what to do. Justin Kash is a lone wolf in a jungle he’s never been in. He’s moving through the branches and the grass and he hears a rustle in the bushes. He turns his head, slightly, to make himself feel like he’s alone but he’s not. He continues walking and from out of nowhere he falls to the ground dead. The king of the jungle rips the flesh from the side of his neck and chews on it viciously. The king of Promoters will have destroyed his prey. Tell me the reason you’ve returned to Legacy Kash? Because I have no idea why you returned. Maybe its because Havoc needs a little ‘Push’ Maybe its because you love getting ragged on. Hell Orlando could host a whole talk show bashing Justin Kash and it would be the most entertaining piece of TV since the days of Sopranos. The crowed buzzes at Carmine’s comments Carmine: This isn’t playtime anymore Kash. I‘m out to finish you. Just like I aim to finish that sad brand you call Legacy. And there is nothing you can do to stop me. I’m invincible. And at Guilty as Charged, you’re going to be feeding fish to a shark. What are you going to do when your bleeding from every spot on your body and there is no one there to stop the bleeding? What are you going to do when you’re lying in a crumbled mess and no one will be there to help you? You’re going to do nothing. You’re going to stay down like everyone else and when people ask you what happened you’re only going to be able to say one name. CARMINE VESTIERI! Carmine smirks…As the crowed seems somewhat disappointed at the no showing of Kash Carmine: And for everyone here who is as disappointed as I am at Kash stiffing us tonight, I can promise you that next week at the Hall of Fame show, Kash will be in the house. And we will have are face to face meeting… Carmine drops the mic as Got Myself a gun hit’s the PA system. Joey: Does he ever think maybe Kash is to busy working on Legacy to bother with this bullshit Brian: Busy? The fucker aired a intro that took up three fourths of his air time. Joey: True….Up next we have Chuck Matthews defending his No Limit Championship against Jake Stunner, the number one contender for the Heavyweight Championship… Brain: Stunner Sucks more cock then Justin Kash! Marissa Johnson: Are next bout is for the No Limit Championship! "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: Introducing first the challenger…JAKE STUNNER!!! Burn Halo’s “Save Me” blasts through the speakers and Chuck Matthews bursts through the curtains, pointing to the fans. He heads to the ring, and stops halfway down the ramp. He raises his hands, forming two Cornas. Fireworks go off on the stage. Chuck then races to the ring, sliding in on his belly, and holding the position until Lauren Taylor makes her way in. Chuck gets up on one of the turnbuckles and repeats his rock gesture to the fans. He repeats this on a different turnbuckle before hopping down, and pacing the middle of the ring, waiting for the match to begin. 
Marissa Johnson: And introducing next, the No Limit Champion himself…GIVE IT UP FOR CHUCK MATTHEWS!!! The bell rings as Chuck faces Jake, and the two lock up, Jake attempting to go around for the wristlock, but Chuck easily breaks it, leans back and hooks an arm around Jake's head, and brings him over and down hard in a high-impact headlock takeover. Jake gamely gets back up, charging off the ropes, but runs into a sambo-style kick from the Champion that almost knocks him clean out of the ring. Jake Stunner stalls on the outside, clutching the back of his head and his chest, and backs up as Chuck Matthews comes out after him. He unleashes a quick torrent of chops to the chest, the crowd whooping after each one, and manages to drive Chuck back. Jake backs up to get a head of steam as he charges, looking for a running knee lift, but Chuck sidesteps him, taking him over with a huge hip toss into the ring steps. Jake looks hurt after the move, clutching his knee, which took a huge hit from the throw. Chuck Matthews grabs him by the throat, lifting him to his feet, then tossing him under the bottom rope. Jake limps to his feet, and is promptly taken down when Chuck delivers a huge chop-block to the back of that bad knee. Jake lets out a cry of pain as he collapses, but continues to try and battle back, clutching at Chuck’s leg and trying to chop at his thigh, but Chuck just reaches down and pulls him to his feet. Jake lands a wild European Uppercut that briefly staggers the champion, then turns and lands a Back flip Kick. It staggers Chuck and Jake then runs to the ropes, limping heavily on his bad left knee. As he charges in for a running high knee, Chuck Matthews simply catches him, using his raw power to lift Jake Stunner up, then brings him crashing down hard in a shin breaker over his knee. Jake lets out a louder cry of pain, then promptly gets snared by Chuck, who drops him with the Hollywood Impact. He makes the cover 1... 2... 3. Marissa Johnson: Here is your winner…AND STILL NO LIMIT CHAMPION…CHUCK MATTHEWS!!! The referee stands to raise Chuck’s hand in victory, and Chuck holds up the No Limit Championship, sending the crowed into a roar of cheers! The referee, meanwhile, kneels to check on Jake Stunner, who is still cradling his knee, clearly in intense pain. EMTs come to check on him But they are cleared out of the ring by Brenton Cyrus and Alex Mark. Brenton stomps the number one contender, as Alex reaches under the ring for something. Joey: Enough is Enough. Jake Stunner, can’t even defend himself and here are these Vultures picking away at him! Brian: There finishing a job they should have finished last month. You act as if Jake Stunner is a valuable roster member. Guy sucks more cock then Justin Kash and Swan Lee put togther! Joey: Thanks for the disturbing image Brian Alex rolls a pillared looking thing, that has been cut in half. He places it in the center of the ring, as Chuck drags the lifeless body of Jake Stunner to the Sacrifice podium. Alex rolls out the ring and grabs a Steel Chair and hands it to Cyrus. Chuck lays Jake’s head on the column, as Cyrus holds the chair above his head, he then gets a sick and twisted look on his face as he drives the chair down on to the head of Jake Stunner, causing an explosion of blood to splatter! Joey: OH MY GOD! THEY JUST SACRAFICED JAKE STUNNER! Brain: Shit…Look at the blood poor out of the head of Jake Stunner. Chuck Matthews grabs a sledgehammer. And cocks it over his head as Brenton Cyrus demands him to deliver the blow on to the head of Jake Stunner. And he does just that, splitting Jakes head wide open! Alex grabs a ball bat and looks to ass the finishing touches, but doesn’t get the chance as Joe Santiago comes running to the ring carrying a twoXfour covered in barb wire. The three members of Salvation slide out of dodge and make there way up the ramp, watching Joe Santiago. The former champion begins jawing Cyrus, before turning around and driving the barbwire covered wood into the head of Jake Stunner! Joey: WHAT THE HELL IS SANTIAGO DOING? Brian: Look at the faces of Salvation, they don’t understand it anymore then we do! Santiago grabs a mic Santiago: You fucked me over Jake! I gave you the keys to become something fucking special. I gave you the name Thriller. You were supposed to carry my legacy, you were supposed to build on to the prestige that comes with being named the Thriller. You ruined it all, you ruined something that was supposed to be fucking EPIC! Brenton Cyrus inches his way closer to the ring… Joe Santiago: You can whip that smirk from your face Brenton. Because I’ve found your replacement for Guilty as Charge, a man I should have named the Thriller from the jump. Brenton Cyrus, at Guilty as Charged you will defend your championship against my replacement…And really the only man worthy enough to be named the Thriller…MEXICAN SAMURAI!!! 
Joey: And Mexican Samurai will be facing off against Brenton Cyrus for the Heavyweight Championship at Guilty as Charged! Brain: And for the second time, there is a new Thriller on the Direct Hit roster! Joey: Question is, how ready will Mexican Samurai be, after the injuries he suffered last week at the hands of Rico Sutton? Backstage, Jazmine Ortiz is standing with Rico Sutton. Rico’s hands are tapped and he is in full ring gear, ready to take on The Iceman, Keith Cunningham which happens to be are next bout of the night. 
Jazmine Ortiz: Rico Sutton, for almost a three months now it has been your mission to become Heavyweight Champion so that the landscape would reflect your personal preference. Will tonight finally be the night that you move in that direction? Rico Sutton: Jazmine, you ignorant little slut, you really don't know what's on the line in this match. No surprise, you have the intelligence of the average NLWF fan, so I don't expect you to know anything at all. I'll be courteous and explain it to you Jazmine Jazmine Ortiz: Thank you. Rico Sutton: I'm using this match to show the world why It should be me, facing Brenton Cyrus at Guilty as Charged, not Mexican Samurai. Everyone saw me lay him out last week. Jazmine: But it's been your goal for so long, how can you just say that? I don't want to see NLWF under your rule, but at the same time, all of that work was for nothing? Rico Sutton: Of course it wasn't. It was all leading towards tonight. When I dismantle Cunningham in front of all his fans, when I make him beg for mercy and forgiveness, the world will see that I am truly superior and my way of doing this will be more widely accepted. Jazmine: So you'll have your own foolish believers on your hands? Or would these be true believers? Rico Sutton: They'll follow me because I know best, Jaz. There is nothing foolish in wanting to be the top dog, after proving time after time that I am just that. Carmine better be taking notice, because I will not rest until I get my shot. And no one will be safe! Rico stares at Jazmine for a moment before nailing her with a hard forearm that sends Jazmine back into a monitor. She falls to the ground in a heap, with the monitor falling and smashing beside her. Rico Sutton: NO ONE! Marissa Johnson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from London England, weighing in at 230lbs., THE ICEMAN…KEITH CUNNINGHAM! 
The crowd is going crazy with mixed reactions but mostly cheers as the lights start glowing and flashing white and red while "Blow" by LAtreyu starts bursting through the speakers. A tall dark figure wearing a White and Blue hooded tee shirt slowly makes his way up through the stage via stage lift as a strong white light glows from under him, showing him as a silhouette to the crowd. The figure has his head down and slowly looks up before turning around into the limelight and brushing the hood off his head, revealing it to be the Iceman, Keith Cunningham. Keith then looks around at the crowd with a stone cold stare on his face as he looks around at the fans in the arena. He then goes to the center of the ramp and cocks his head up in the air as if smelling fresh blood, causing red pyro to go off behind him. He then starts his way down the ramp and continues to stare dead into the ring with intensity that no one can read from his face as some of the fans try to get him to shake their hand. Getting himself into his business stature, he starts staring around with an evil statuesque glare, getting more and more fired up before charging straight to the ring. Sliding halfway through the ring, he lands in the center on his knees, the stare completely glued on his face as he pans the crowd. The Iceman then gets up and stands at the center of the ring as the crowd continues to cheer and slightly jeer for the massive monster. Slowly, his head turns towards the stage as he awaits his opponent, not moving an inch as he waits. 
Marissa Johnson: And his opponent from San Juan Puerto Rico, weighing in at 285 lbs., representing ROUGH JUSTICE…RICO SUTTON!!! Rico takes his time coming out from behind the EasTron, really giving the crowd time to build momentum. When he finally does hit the stage, everyone in the crowd is on their feet with boos, and it gets so loud that you can barely hear yourself think. Rico uses the crowd like fuel to a fire, and begins to get pumped up. He shouts "RICO" out to the crowd and the crowd responds in the same way. He rolls into the ring and leaps up onto the second rope in a random corner and crosses his arms, giving the crowd a photo opportunity before the match starts. Ding, Ding, Ding! The match gets going straight from the get-go, as Keith charges Rico before he can make it through the ropes. He catches Rico with a European Uppercut, then pulls him back to his feet and delivers another, rocking Rico back against the ropes, opening him for a third. As Keith cocks his arm for a fourth, Rico catches his arm and turns him into a backbreaker. This buys Rico the time to collect his wits, He hits the rising Iceman with a kick to the face, then a quick DDT for a near-fall. Keith breaks loose of a front face-lock and hits an Enziguri, then a Russian leg sweep. Keith plants Rico with an inverted DDT for a two-count, then ties Rico into the Anaconda Vise. Rico bucks and struggles against the hold, finally managing to bend his body to bring his knee up to strike Keith in the head several times, breaking the grip. Rico rolls back to a crouch, snaring The Iceman’s head as he stands, hooking a leg and delivering a fisherman's supplex, bridging back for a two-count. Rico doesn't let go of the face-lock, however, popping his hips to roll both himself and his victim to their feet, set for another supplex, but instead Rico plants Cunningham with a spinning neck breaker. Rico nips back to his feet, pumps his fist, and cups his hands around his mouth, shouting, "It's just that--" "EEE-ZAY!" Rico looks at the dazed Iceman, then points to the turnbuckle. The crowd boos as the monster Rico Sutton climbs to the top, then leaps with a Big Splash! --only to hit Iceman’s knees! Rico clutches his injured stomach as he bounces back from the move, leaving him open to a late release German supplex from Cunningham, who goes for another cover, only to get a two-count before Rico gets his foot on the ropes. He argues with the referee, while Rico rolls out of the ring. The Iceman delivers a baseball slide, driving Rico into the barricade. Keith lifts him up and drops him ribs-first on the barrier, continuing to target the midsection that got hit by that countered splash. He rolls him onto the apron, apparently setting him up for a legdrop, he takes his run up. He leaps into the air, but hits nothing but the apron itself as he comes down, Rico sliding backwards into the ring to evade it. Sutton grabs Keith by the head, pulling him through the ropes, hanging him over the middle rope. He drops Cunningham with an elevated DDT, once again rolling over to pull himself and his victim upright, hooking The Iceman’s arms, and delivering a facebuster, but only for a two-count. Rico pulls him to his feet and drags him over to the ropes draping his neck over the rope and choking him with it. He breaks before the count of three, then runs off the ropes, leaping into the air and planting his feet into Cunningham’s back, springing back to land on his feet as the Iceman clutches his throat. Rico hooks him for a snap DDT, holding on and hooking the arms, scissoring his legs around the midsection as he applies a guillotine choke. Keith Cunningham, however, manages to get his feet under him after a few moments, hammering Rico in the side with several forearms, leveraging him onto his shoulders, then dropping him with a Stone Cold Stunner. He once more goes for a cover, but only gets two before Rico gets a shoulder up. Frustrated, Cunningham pulls him up, swinging with a heavy lariat, but Rico ducks under, hooking him from behind for the Rough Justice but Cunningham instead floats over behind him, landing a spinning back elbow to Rico’s head, then hooking him up for and delivering the Preztel Neck Drop. Both men lay on the mat for a few seconds as Keith gathers his wits, Rico temporarily out from the Pretzel Neck Drop. Keith begins to rise. Cunningham has his foot on Rico’s head. Keith lifts his foot but Rico grabs his foot and with brute strength whips Keith down to the matt. Keith gets to his feet as Rico runs up and stuns Keith Cunningham with a forearm to the back of the head, staggering him foreward. Rico then lined Keith up and drops him with the Rough Justice! ONE TWO THREE Ding, Ding, Ding! Marissa Johnson: Here is your winner, RICO SUTTON!!! Joey: What a match! Brian: Had me on the edge on my seat, and let me tell you that is not a easy task Joey: Really? You would think your fat ass is always hanging off the edge… Brian: That was so funny, I almost forgot you have people feeding you lines We Watch as Silva looks to be heading to his office, but he doesn’t make it as he is nailed with a Re-Awakening! Cyrus stands over Siva looking down at the Owner of NLWF. Brenton Cyrus: YOU CREATED ME? Cyrus grabs the head of Silva and begins nailing him with blow after blow Brenton Cyrus: NO ONE MADE ME! DO YOU HEAR ME! Another blow, connects with Silva’s noses causing a pool of blood to spill out Brenton Cyrus: I OWN NLWF…NOT YOU… Brenton Backs away from Silva, who is rolling around the floor Brenton Cyrus: You had to open your mouth, You had to stand in my way. Had to give yourself camera time, using my FACE! Out of everyone here, I though you would understand what Salvation is trying to do…. Silva gets on his knees, as Cyrus cocks back and nails Silva with a deadly Punt Kick, knocking out the owner Brenton Cyrus: Guess I was wrong… Cyrus walks off to head for the ring, as EMT’s rush to a KO’ed Ramirez Silva… Joey: We are just coming off one on one Match and now moving on to the main event of the night for the Annihilation championship Brian: That’s right Joe, a match up between Brenton Cyrus and Johnny Stylez and it all comes down to this…the annihilation Championship Joey: Only time will tell is right, but right now, it’s time to get our next match up on the way as Marissa Johnson is standing ringside. Marissa Johnson stands in the middle of the ring with mic in hand Marissa Johnson: The following match is a standard match for one fall. "ARE YOU READY?!?" Marissa Johnson: Introducing first, the challenger…He is a member of the Pro Wrestling Hall of Fame…GIVE IT UP FOR JOHNNY STYLEZ! The words blare over the speakers as a loud drum and guitar sequence blast as Let it Rock hit’s the PA. The lights shine a blue and white color and smoke starts to appear on the stage. Blue waterfall pyro falls from the entrance ramp as a platform rises from the ground. On the platform is Johnny Styles, dressed in his blue and white spat Tights and a blue and his new trade mark tee-shirt a blue and white Superman 'S' on the chest. With Sam right behind him with a matching tube top and a pretty short skirt. Stylez eyes dart forward as he moves his hands to make a 'S' and Sam rubs his chest as the falling pyro turns white as he steps off the platform. The crowd gives him mixed reactions but he doesn’t seem fazed by it. He looks around slowly before making his way down the entrance ramp. Styles reaches the bottom of the entrance ramp and looks around. Fans boo him and shout things at him but Johnny Styles eyes glare at all of them. Samantha leaps on the apron, and falls into a split position, Styles measure the glories view before sliding under her legs to enter the ring. Stylez leans back a bit as he waits for the match to begin. 
Marissa Johnson: And his opponent…He is the Annihilation Champion, The Heavyweight Champion, and the Tag-Team Champion…GIVE IT UP FOR THE LORD OF SALVATION…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 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? 
Phil Right is calling the action as SBK immediately begins action of his own with hard pounds to the back of Cyrus Joey: Maybe not the smartest way to enter a match up but guess Cyrus was eager to get it on! Brian: Yes he was, but nevertheless, SBK gains early control in this match up Stylez lifts Cyrus using a fist full of hair and forces him towards the rope before performing an Irish Whip. Cyrus bounces off the other end of the ropes. SBK goes for the Big Boot early but Brenton dodges the hit by running under it, bounces off the ropes once again, SBK turns and faces Cyrus and CYRUS WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE PUTS SBK TO THE MAT! Stylez hits the mat hard as Cyrus quickly reacts and jumps on top of SBK and lands furious punches one after another! Joey: There goes Kohut! I told you this won’t last long Brian: Cyrus continues to land punches to the face of SBK after laying him out with a flying clothesline, and were in business folks! Johnny Stylez using the fresh strength he has and throws Cyrus off of him and immediately gets up on his feet, and so does Brenton Cyrus. Both men now lock up near center ring playing test the strength as apparently, SBK shoves him towards the corner of the ring. Johnny delivers a hard blow to the chest of Cyrus and boy is it heard SLAP! Joey: That slap was so hard and loud, Cyrus’ gonna feel it till next Christmas! SLAP! Brian: And another one special delivered by SB himself. SB Irish whips Cyrus which sends him flying towards the opposing turnbuckle with brutal force! Now SBK quickly makes his way with a sprint towards Cyrus with a running clothesline, but Brenton gets the hell out a dodge and some how escapes the ring by rolling out under the bottom rope. Joey: That’s good strategy by Cyrus there and a smart move. He’s giving himself a little bit of room and analyzing what he needs to do. Brian: You call it analyzing, I call it chicken shit if you want my personal opinion. Now SB walks towards where Cyrus is, and Brenton grabs the ankles of SB, pulling him causing Stylez to land flat on his back and Cyrus pulls him out and now both men are out of the ring Joey: And without wasting anytime, The Ref begins the ten count ONE…….. While the referee has began his ten count, Cyrus begins taking over as he picks up SB from the safety mat and delivers a couple of hard kicks to the groin area! TWO……. With SB not taking to kindly to those blows, it seems as though he doesn’t have much of a choice at the moment while Cyrus grabs SB by this right arm AND NOW TOSSES HIM INTO THE STEEL STAIRCASE! THREE…… Brenton Cyrus immediately rolls underneath the bottom rope, than rolls back out to restart the mandatory referee ten count... Joey: Now Cyrus who shows no mercy whatsoever is now standing over Johnny Styles and begins delivering vicious kicks to the back of this man’s head! ONE…….. Brian: Anymore of these kicks and Cyrus is going to give this man a concussion! Cyrus backs off of SB to catch a quick breather. Afterwards, he picks up Stylez and tosses him back inside the ring under the bottom rope... Joey: Well there you go Bri, were back inside the ring where Cyrus can finish him off once and for all! Brian: Your very observant Joe, meanwhile, Cyrus slides back in underneath the bottom rope and goes for the quick cover! ONE……………………….. SBK kicks out fairly easy. I wouldn’t expect Stylez to lay down and give up that easily with an big opportunity looking ahead. Meanwhile, Cyrus gets on top of SB and begins to pummel him with punches to his face once again, as he did earlier in the match up. The referee quickly warns Cyrus to back off, and so he does. Now Cyrus is heading towards the ring post and looks to be climbing to the top but wait! Stylez out of nowhere sits up and gets back on his feet. SBK makes his way towards Cyrus who doesn’t realizes this. Cyrus finally turns around at the top turnbuckle, finally recognizing the challenger but its too late as SBK uses the leverage to his advantage and tosses Cyrus over his head and onto the middle of the ring leaving a loud sounding thud! Fans react with a loud cheer Joey: Now the tides had suddenly turned and here comes SBK. SBK walks towards Cyrus and picks him up off the mat with one hand and begins backing Cyrus to the ropes and once again, another Irish whip as Cyrus bounces off the ropes and SBK delivers a resounding Big Boot to the grill of the champion. Now Johnny Stylez is on fire as it appears and he makes his way towards the corner turnbuckle and begins to climb to the top. Cyrus now making some movement and begins to get back on his feet but isn’t aware of the whereabouts of SBK. Cyrus, who now gets back on his feet but is stammering across the ring now faces in the direction of SBK, and Johnny Styles delivers a flying lariat knocking Brenton Cyrus back to where he came from! Joey: SBK must really want the Annihilation Championship and he is showing it. Brian: Now what would give you that idea! Stylez gives the sign as he raises his arm for the End Result awaiting his prey as Cyrus slowly gets back on his feet. Again, Cyrus unaware of where SBK is and there he goes and Johnny Stylez has his hands wrapped around Cyrus but wait a second, Brenton Cyrus just delivered a harsh kick below the waist and apparently, the referee didn’t see it and now both men are down on the mat. SBK is clutching his groin in pain while Cyrus is now laying on his back taking some deep breaths! The referee is taking a look at both of these men as he begins a ten count ONE……… Joey: DAMN IT…THIS CANT END IN A DRAW!!! TWO……… THREE…… Brian: Well I think Cyrus is starting to get back on his feet! FOUR…….... The referee waves off the count as Cyrus gets to his feet first as he stumbles backwards towards the corner ring post. Brenton, once again, trying for whatever he is intending on doing by climbing the top rope. This time however, he keeps a better eye on SBK who still remains flat on his back on the mat, and Cyrus, who now rises above the ring by standing on the top rope and jumps with whatever energy he had left and delivers a flog splash directly on top of the body of SBK. Joey: Talk about a desperate move by Cyrus! And the fact that he looked to be out of it was able to turn it back around very quickly. Brian: And speaking of quickly, Cyrus now goes for the cover ONE…………………………………. TWO…….. SBK gets his shoulders up after a long two count and Cyrus is eyeing the referee. He gets back on his feet and grabs Stylez once again by the hair and pulls him up. Now Cyrus delivers another stiff kick to the upper groin area, wraps his arm around the neck of SBK and delivers a swift DDT driving his opponents head straight into the mat. Cyrus, once again goes for another cover and the ref makes a count... ONE………………………………. TWO……………………… TH…... Joey: And once again, SB gets a shoulder up and Cyrus can’t believe it. Cyrus picks up SB off the mat Brian: Yea, Cyrus is starting to show a little frustration because he can’t keep SBK down. Brenton Cyrus who is in full control tosses SBK into the corner ring post and begins to deliver stiff kicks to the groin area which knocks SB down on his ass. Now Cyrus picks up his opponent and climbs up to the second rope and begins pummeling him with shots to the face Crowd Chants: ONE…….TWO……THREE……FOUR……FIVE…..SIX……SEVEN……EIGHT…… But SBK who uses all the strength shoves Cyrus off of him, Brenton comes right back up and back into the same corner and once again, climbs the second turnbuckle Crowd Chants: ONE…….TWO…….THREE…….FOUR…….FIVE…….SIX This time, only six shots before SB once again, uses all of his strength to free himself as Cyrus is pushed to the mat. Now Cyrus gets back on his feet, but out of nowhere, SB makes his way to Cyrus and attempts a running clothesline, but Brenton ducks. Now both competitors facing toe to toe begin exchanging blows with one another however, Brenton wins the exchange and goes for an irish whip but to no avail as SBK reverses the maneuver and sends Cyrus bouncing off the ropes. SBK goes for the clothesline, but Cyrus ducks underneath. Now Cyrus using momentum bounces off the ropes once again but the return this time isn’t as successful as SB delivers a stiff Super Kick to the jaw of Cyrus, who hit’s the mat and rolls out of the ring and kneels down appearing to be in pain SBK bounces off the rope and runs towards Cyrus Joey: No, no, no…Not this SBK showing no fear jumps on the top rope and does a moonsault directly onto Cyrus and now both men are laid out on the safety mat. Joey: Well now both men are down and the referee has once again started the ten count. ONE……… Brian: I swear that move had to knock the wind out of Cyrus! TWO……… Joey: Apparently it did, because SB is the first to get back up. THREE……… SBK, after getting himself back together picks up his opponent and tosses him back inside the ring under the bottom rope. SBK pulls himself up and using his height steps over the top rope to re-enter the ring. Now Cyrus is slowly getting back on his feet and SBK is aware. SBK not wasting anytime picks up the momentum, bounces off the ropes, takes aim at Cyrus AND DELIVERS A THUNDEROUS RUNNING DDT! Cyrus slowly gets back up on his feet, and stumbles into the hands of SBK. Stylez goes for the End Result, but Cyrus out of nowhere, fights it off with vicious elbows to the back of SBK’s head. Now Brenton reverses the tables…. Joey: REAWAKING!! WHERE IN THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM! Brian: I tell you where that came from. It’s called facing a brick wall and doing whatever you have to do to break it down! Joey: Now Cyrus finally goes for the pin and this may be it folks! ONE………………………… TWO………………………….. THR…... No, SBK kicks out just in the knick of time! Now Cyrus shows more frustration, this time as he gets up and gets into the face of the Referee. SBK immediately sits up and gets back on his feet! Stylez makes his way to Cyrus and Brenton finally turns his attention back on his opponent. Johnny going for another Super Kick to his opponent face… Joey: OH MY GOD! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! Brian: Me either! What do we do now! Cyrus, who saw the Kick coming dodges the maneuver and SBK inadvertently lands one square into the face of the ref. And now the ref is out cold and this match up may briefly turn into a street fight! Brian: Maybe that’s what we needed anyway…A good old fashion street fight! SBK checks on the referee, he then turns his attention back to Cyrus, and Brenton makes a run towards his opponent and clotheslines him over the top rope, right in front of our announce table. Cyrus, now exits the ring and now where is he going. Joey: Wait a minute. This is going to be a street fight! SBK sits up and gets back on his feet Brian: Street fight my ass, Cyrus has just grabbed the steel chair from the ring announcer and his making his way back towards SBK. Watch out! Cyrus had just taken a swing at SBK, but Stylez dodges the hit. Cyrus will re-cock and take another shot Joey: HOLY SHIT! SBK USED HIS FIST AND PUNCHED THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF CYRUS, AND LISTEN TO THE CROWD! Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! Joey: Now look at the anger of SBK. Stylez picks up the chair and tosses it into the ring...after tossing the chair he just used on Cyrus into the ring, he now picks up a battered Champion and tosses him back into the ring. SB follows by sliding under the ropes. His attention is now on that chair as he grabs it and re-positions it in the dead center of the ring. Joey: THESE TWO ARE STABLE MATES!!! Brian: Salvation or not, the bad blood is still there, and SB is looking to squash this…literally! Joey: SB better be careful, because if that referee happens to regain consciousness and see’s him do what he’s about to do, he will be disqualified! Brian: Yes your right about that, but so far the referee is still out and in never-never land. SB is awaiting his prey as Cyrus slowly gets back up and on his feet. SB is now signaling for the End Result. Brenton is now back on his feet. Cyrus turns around and SBK delivers a kick to the sternum and now has Cyrus up, and the lord of Salvation is going for the ride! Joey: END RESULT!!! SB JUST DELIVERED THE END RESULT RIGHT ON TOP OF THAT STEEL CHAIR AND CYRUS MUST BE BROKEN INTO PIECES! SBK removes the chair from underneath Cyrus and tosses it outside of the ring Joey: SB goes for the pin…but the referee is still out for the count. Come on! Can we get another referee out here! Brian: Apparently, we don’t have any more. Must be on a lunch break or something! Joey: SBK now releases the pin and attends the aid of the referee who is still out to lunch. Brenton Cyrus is seen moving, but rolls on his stomach and lays there for a few more moments Joey: And after a little shaking of his shoulders, looks like the referee has been awoken from his unconscious state. But wait a minute, what the hell is Cyrus up to there? Why is he on his stomach reaching into his pants—Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t really want to know. Brian: He’s just making sure his family treasure is still intact. That’s…. Joey: Family Treasure my ass! Cyrus has just pulled out a pair of Brass Knuckles which had had hidden underneath his belt all along. Now this is absurd! SB returns his attention back Cyrus as he sees him slumped over on his knees. Stylez now grabs the hair of Cyrus, but Brenton DELIVERS A VICIOUS LOW BLOW AND SBK IS STUNNED! Brenton Cyrus is now back on his feet with brass knuckles on his right hand. SB turns and faces Cyrus and Brenton goes for the Knock Out punch, but SB ducks it and turns himself around only to get drop with the Re-Awakening! Referee slowly kneels to the mat and makes a count... ONE…………. TWO……. THREE!!!! Joey: Simply unbelievable! Brenton Cyrus was brought to his limit and pulled out the epic victory over SBK! I can’t believe what I just saw! Brian: There is no one in this arena, Joe that can say Brenton Cyrus hasn’t been tested. Because tonight, he was brought to the edge and won. Brenton Cyrus just had his crowning match here tonight! Marissa Johnson: And the winner of this match…AND STILL ANNIHILATION CHAMPION….BRENTON CYRUS!!! Joey: Cyrus did it! He lived through the End Result on top of a steel chair and is with out a doubt the main attraction of the NLWF! Brian: What a fucking night Joey. Joey: Really hate to see it end, but were out of time. Be sure to tune in next week for the very special Hall of Fame show in dedication to Joe Santiago. Brian: Long over due Joey: Good night folks 
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