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The signature HBO logo breaks through the static and appears on your screen accompanied by the heavenly choir. But that logo is destroyed when the opening chords of Guns and Roses’ Welcome to the Jungle start up. We see old, new, and newer NLWF footage being played, intermingling with the lyrics of the song. All the images have a red and maroon tint.
Welcome to the jungle
We got fun 'n' games
We got everything you want
Honey we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money honey
We got your disease
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 the jungle
We take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed
But it's the price you pay
And you're a very sexy girl
That's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights
But you won't get them for free
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
I, I wanna hear you scream
Salvation standing above the bodies they have moved through. Rico Sutton dropping Justin Kash with the rough Justice
Welcome to the jungle
It gets worse here everyday
Ya learn ta live like an animal
In the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see
You'll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
But you better not take it from me
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
You know where you are
You're in the jungle baby
You're gonna die
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your shu n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,,n knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your shun n,n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,,n.n, knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
It's gonna bring you down!
The shot switches to the skyline of New York City 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.
The Camera pans around the arena where we see different signs made by the NLWF faithful fans…
‘NLWF: ITS LIKE A ACID TRIP, YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT KIND OF TRIP YOU’LL GET!’
‘Carmine…Are you Drink? You traded Cyrus?’
‘MS FOR DRAG QUEEN OF THE YEAR’
‘WE RIOT IF CARMINE QUITS!’
Joey: Welcome everyone to Direct Hit, and what a crazy week it has been and the show hasn’t even kicked off!
Brian: Cyrus was traded to Legacy after a fall out with Carmine, then we had some sort of blow up during a production meeting last night, and I don’t even know if we have a owner anymore. Direct Hit may be running without any authority.
Joey: Things are starting to look ugly for us Brian
Brain: NLWF is quickly becoming just like the Beatles. I just hope it can be fixed before the ugly break up.
Joey: If not, I hear Kash is a free agent
Brian: That’s like going from a Benz to a Honda
A deep blue haze descends on the arena as the sounds of an organ hover through the air. Suddenly the NLWF-Tron sparks into like and displays what looks to be the screen of a heart monitor, a long blue line running across the immense screen before all of a sudden darting up and down to the sound of each not. Each long note draws out from the PA system and eerily haunts the crowd who begin to wonder what this is.
After several notes a synthesizer kicks in with a more lively collection of beats. The line on the ‘Tron begins shifting wildly to the sounds, following each with a rapid darting motion. After ten seconds a bass line begins to thump through this odd collection of tones, a methodical echoing strumming that accompanies the previous sounds. The crowd tries to hold back its anticipation as nothing and no one appears to them. Suddenly the melancholy, deep voice of Leonard Cohen rumbles through into the arena with words from ‘Woke Up This Morning’.
I woke up this morning, Got myself a gun
Mama always said I'd be The Chosen One.
One in a million, I believe, gotta burn to shine
Born under a bad sign with a blue moon in my eyes.
Still nobody comes out onto the stage and the crowd is getting anxious. The commotion rises and rises but there is still no figure to greet them.
I woke up this morning and all the love had gone
My Papa never told me about right and wrong.
But I'm looking good, baby, I believe that I'm feeling fine
I was born under a bad sign with a blue moon in my eyes.
The blue haze remains in place and every set of eyes in the arena is placed firmly on the stage, waiting in desperation for the person to emerge.
Finally an immense figure strides out onto the stage, Carmine steps out onto the stage
I got a blue moon in my eyes.
Do whatever your soul says
God damn shame about it.
I got a blue moon in my eyes.
Carmine begins to walk down the ramp, he doesn‘t look happy to say the least. Making his way to the ring he turns his head from side to side, looking at the fans who are delighted to see him in the flesh.
I woke up this morning and the world turned upside down
Thing's ain't been the same since the Blues walked into town.
But I'm one in a million, ‘Cause I've got that shotgun shine.
Born under a bad sign with a blue moon in my eyes.
Carmine reaches the ring and climbs onto the apron before stepping through the ropes. In the ring he removes his sunglasses and grabs a mic…
Carmine: To say that I was thrilled to stand here in this ring would be a motherfucking lie. For the first time since I bought Direct Hit, I am ashamed to be standing here. I’m growing tired of showing up every week like a god damn performing monkey just to make you all happy. Im fucking tired of making moves that please all of you, while it does nothing for me other then give me heartburn. That is Why I traded Brenton Cyrus. The Face of NLWF and I shipped his ass right to Legacy!
The crowed erupts with boo’s
Carmine: Really? Because I traded one over feed pompous ass, I am now the bad guy? Only in New York. Only in New York can I be surrounded by bigger faggots then Brenton himself.
The crowed begins a FUCK YOU CARMINE chant
Carmine: Let me ask you all how does it sound to hear your wives…Girlfriends…Mothers screaming on the top of there lungs, begging me to FUCK them!
Joey: I don’t think that’s what they ment…
Carmine: Direct Hit is heading down the shitter and there is no one to blame but everyone on the roster!
With that we watch as the Direct Hit roster make there way down the ramp and begin to fill the ring.
Joey: What the hell is going on?
Brian: Looks as if Carmine isn‘t the only one dissapointed
Carmine: Whats this a walk out? A strike, whats next Jeff Angel going to come out asking for equal rights for jobbers?
Cyber Punk stands in the middle and grabs a mic
Cyber Punk: You need to get off your high horse Carmine. You playing with are lives, are families.
Carmine: Really so you believe I’m talking out of term. That Direct Hit is just peachey. That are ratings this week wont be the worse in the history of NLWF. Please stop me if there is anything I’ve said that isn’t true Punk
Cyber Punk: You pointing out shit that should be delt with behind doors. Your parading around like a damn school kid. You talk about Cyrus’ ego growing out of control maybe you should take a long look at yourself.
Carmine: This coming from someone who shows up once a month? Tell me Punk, what have you been doing to keep NLWF alive? To Keep Direct Hit alive? What have you done for all your co-workers who stand behind you? How have you put food on there families tables? Because If Im not mistaken, your currently on Jobber status.
Cyber Punk: I was here from Jump Street! I headlined every main event, I defeated Johnny Styles just to get a buzz around this place. I sacrificed EVERYTHING to get this place off the ground. I haven’t been home in months!
Carmine: So you want to go home? You miss the family, the dog the house. How about I make it easier for you Punk. Because ladies and gentlemen tonight will be the last time you see Cyber Punk in a NLWF ring. Because after tonight’s contract match CYBER PUNK IS FIRED!!!
Joey: Holy Shit, Carmine just fired Cyber Punk!
Brian: Did I tell you how much I enjoy Carmine as are boss
Carmine: Anyone else have anything to say…Come on know, we all hear the bullshit backstage lets air it all out
Out of the blue Johnny Electric stands in the front
Carmine: Save the bullshit and Join Cyber Punk on the unemployment line. Because your fired!
Joey: There goes another
Brian: Dude its Johnny Electric, I though he died like two months ago
Just then Mujeres in the club hits as Jessica Vestieri steps out on to the stage. She doesn’t look please. In fact she looks disgusted at her husband. The roster clears a path so she can stand front and center
Jessica Vestieri: Carmine…take a deep breath and think about what you are doing
Carmine Vestieri: What the hell are you doing out here?
Jessica: I’m out here to stop you from destroying something you created. Your letting this argument with Mexican Samurai and Brenton Cyrus cloud your judgment. They mean nothing. There not even on this brand anymore. But your still allowing them to run your life. To get into your head. And your taking it out of everyone who have done nothing but stand behind you
Carmine: Who the hell do you think you are?
Jessica: Excuse me?!
Carmine: Allow me to repeat the question, I now its kind of hard to listen when you have my cock in your mouth. Who the hell do you think you are?
Jessica: …
Carmine: Shut the fuck up. You’re my wife that is the only thing you are. You have NO POWER! Your only clam to fame is being my wife. The whole reason your standing on that stage is because you know how to work a motherfucking dick.
Jessica: Really, that’s how you think of me?
Carmine: Jess, turn your bubble ass and head back to the office before you make me do something I may regert later on
Jessica: What, your going to fire your own wife?
Carmine: If it push it
Jessica: Well guess what you can’t fire me. Because Sil made me a share holder of Direct Hit. I wasn’t the only one who saw a change for the worse in you Carmine.
Carmine: Even the slut down on hookers point have job titles, so what makes you any special?
Jessica: You just insulted someone who has just as much power as yourself.
The crowed erupts
Jessica: And the next time you try to fire someone who works for me, you better be ready for a lawsuit. And by the way, I want a divorce!
Mujeres in the Club hits as Jessica stands tall with the Direct Hit roster behind her, as Carmine is erupting in a rage.
Joey: We just witness a marriage break right in front of are eyes!
Brian: We just witness Carmine getting his balls cut off!
Marissa Johnson: Are opening match of the night is for one fall, and is a triple threat match. Introducing first…GIVE IT UP FOR TALIA STYLES!
Talia's music plays she walks out on stage spins around then skips down the ramp, then jumps ont he ring and enters taking a bow in the center of the ring.
Marissa Johnson: And introducing next, give it up for Tantrum!
Stronger by Kanye West hits the arena speakers, the crowd cheer as Tantrum walks through the entrance curtain. Tantrum walks down the ramp giving some of the fans some high fives, they start to chant his name. Tantrum then enters the ring and waits for his opponent.
Marissa Johnson: Introducing last…Already in the ring, give it up for DASH STAR!
The match began with Dash Star charging at both Talia and Tantrum. Both Tantrum and Styles ducked under a double clothesline attempt from Star and hit the ropes. Star turned and was nailed with a double running dropkick from Styles and Tantrum. Star went down and Styles covered.
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Tanturm pulled Styles off and she stood up. She went for a kick to his groin but Tantrum caught her boot, spun her around and dropped her with a clothesline. As Styles went down, Dash got back up. He advanced on Tantrum and went to hit him with a forearm shot to the back of the head but Tantrum hit him with a mule kick that staggered him backwards. Tantrum turned and charged, running at Dash. He then leaped in the air and nailed Dash with a Superman forearm that took him over the top rope to the outside of the ring.
Tantrum then got Talia Styles back up and shot her into the corner. As soon as her back hit the buckles, Tantrum darted in with a Corner Splash! Styles, stunned by the splash, staggered out of the corner. Tantrum then ran, hit a springboard and took Styles down with a moonsault. As Talia Styles went down, Tantrum pointed at her. The crowd cheered for him so he waited for her to rise and as soon as she did, he nailed her with his Tantrumfied! Talia Styles crumbled to the mat and Tantrum covered Styles
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Marissa Johnson: Here is your winner…TANTRUM!
Joey: Tantrum wins his debut here on Direct Hit
Brain: ZzZzZzZzz
Joey: What the duece, wake up Brian!
Brian: What…huh…I was just having the weirdest dream I was being tortured by the government, but instead of waterboarding I was forced to watch a Tantrum match!
Joey: Im afraid that wasn’t a dream
Brian: What…Ah fuck…
The camera pans on in to the office of Carmine and Jessica
Carmine: What was all that about Jess?
Jessica: You’ve gone over the deep end love, And I would love to be able to pull you back to reality, but its to late. Your hell bent on making everyone’s life horrible and its sad really.
Carmine: What ever happened to for better or worse?
Jessica: That went out the window when you compared me to a hoe working the strip
Carmine: Do you remember where you were when I found your ass? You should be honored I compared you to a hoe.
Jessica: And with that this conversation is over. Just understand Carmine, I’m serious about having a share. And Im also going to be around…A LOT…And if I get to make your life hell, that’s a bonus.
She walks out of the lockeroom, Carmine grabs his desk and throws it against the wall.
Carmine: Guess its fucking true, you cant turn a hoe into a housewife!
Joey: This really isn’t the greatest week for Carmine
Brian: When it rains it pours
Marissa Johnson: Are next bout was supposed to be for the Proving Grounds championship, but since Aaron O’Shea was traded, this match carries no reward other then a Victory. With that introducing first…Give it up for TYLER LUCAS!!!
The lights start to flicker as Love Me or Hate Me by Lil Wayne comes over the PA system. The lights go completely out and when they come back on Tyler Lucas is standing at the top of the entrance ramp. He stands there for a second and then slowly makes his way to the ring.
Marissa Johnson: Introducing next give it up for Marcus Donovan!
Marcus Donovan emerges from the curtain his his arms raised. He urges to crowd to rise to their feet and, with a few claps of his hands, breaks into a excited job down the ramp. He jumps from one side to the other, slapping the hands of the fans reaching out to him. He leaps up onto the apron, then climbs up the nearest corner onto the top turnbuckle. He outstretches his arms to the sides, letting everyone in the arena see him, before jumping down into the ring. There he looks up the ramp, awaiting his opponent / stares at his opponent on the other side of the ring. He uses the ropes to assist in his last moment stretches as his music dies down.
The match began with an infuriated Marcus taking his anger out on Tyler Lucas, with a clothesline. Marcus, sporting a bandage across his forehead, then got Lucas back up and shot him into the corner. As he charged in, he nailed the rookie with a running roundhouse kick to the side of the head that put him down. Marcus then got Lucas back up and as Lucas attempted a right hand, Marcus got behind him and dropped him with a sleeper slam. Louie Fox dropped to his big ol' belly and then made the count.
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Marcus Lucas kicked out and many audience members are shocked. They slowly start to cheer for him willing him on. Marcus gets Lucas up but out of nowhere, Lucas catches Marcus and nails him with an insane STO backbreaker. He gets Marcus up and shoots him into the corner, but Marcus grabs the corner and jumps. Tyler Lucas charges in and catches Marcus' feet, then immediately tosses him backwards with a wheelbarrow supplex. Marcus hits the mat with a thud and the crowd roars. Lucas calls to them and then flips off Marcus. Donovan slowly starts to rise and when he does, Tyler Lucas charges in, taking him down with a swinging neck breaker. Donovan goes down hard and Tyler covers.
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Marcus just barely kicks out and the crowd all sigh in disappointment collectively. Tyler Lucas then gets Marcus Donavan back up and calls to the crowd. He nails Marcus with a right hook punch then yells. He then nails Marcus with a left hook punch and yells. Tyler then goes to take Marcus down with a side Russian leg sweep but Marcus counters it into a flattening STO. Marcus then Tyler
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Tyler just kicks out and the crowd cheers. Marcus then gets Tyler back up and goes for the Trapeze Driver but Tyler shoves him into the ropes and then flattens him with the Flight of Fear. He leaves it in a pin and Fox counts
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Marissa Johnson: Here is your winner, TYLER LUCAS!!!
Joey: Im telling you Brian, I’m impressed with Tyler Lucas
Brian: I’ll be impressed when he actually promotes his matches. No show victories are trash if you ask me
Joey: I wasn’t asking you
Direct Hit cuts backstage to see Philip Troy the host of NLWF Radio, which is set up backstage with Chuck Matthews and we see Chuck is sitting next to Philip for his exclusive NLWF radio interview
Philip: I’m here with Chuck Matthews and Chuck, we all heard the news about Brenton Cyrus being traded to Legacy, and we all have seen him put the blame on you, what’s your reaction to this and what’s next for Chuck Matthews?
Chuck Matthews: I got nothing but respect for Brenton, we’ve been rolling togther since day one. It blows that he thinks I turned my back on him. When really I just didn’t want to but into it. And as for What’s next? I’ve been climbing the top since day one and I believe it’s my time. That’s why I went to Jessica and got my Universal championship match signed!
Philip: So in the myst of this power struggle between Jessica and Carmine you’re telling me you managed to become the number one contender?
Chuck Matthews: That’s exactly what Im talking about! I earned that shot. And I’ll be damned if I’m not going to wait for Carmine to realize it.
Chuck begins to rub his head…
Chuck Matthews: Lkisten…I…Get…out…I have to go!
Chuck pulls off the headset and walks away turns and walks off leaving Philip solo
Philip: You heared it here first, Chuck Matthews is the new number one contender for the Universal championship
The camera kicks to the ring where Marissa is standing
Marissa Johnson: Are next bout is for one fall, introducing first give it up for Aaron O’Shea!
Lights go green and Aaron O'Shea pops up from the stage floor with and Ireland flag around him. He walks over to the kids and gives them Aaron O'Shea t-shirts he brought with him. He sprints to the ring and climbs the top rope. Orange fireworks explode up form the ringpost, at the same time Aaron backflips form the top rope and awaits the bell.
Marissa Johnson: Introducing next, give it up for Chuck Matthews!
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.
The match started off quickly with Chuck dropkicking Aaron, sending him backward into the ropes. As he rebounded, Chuck caught him in a sleeper hold, but Aaron lifted Chuck off of the ground, and planted him back first in the corner for his efforts. Aaron took two steps away from the corner, before turning around and crushing Chuck with a body avalanche. He fell to the mat holding his chest, and Aaron immediately followed up with a stiff elbow drop to the small of Chuck back. Chuck rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, and Aaron takes the opportunity to flip off the fans.
Aaron rolls out of the ring after Chuck, but he immediately rolls back into the ring. When Aaron follows him in, Chuck hits him in the back of the head with a stiff elbow drop of his own, sending him back to the outside. Aaron holds his neck, and is stunned just long enough for Chuck to hit him with a suicide dive. Chuck picks him up and rolls Aaron back into the ring, then stomps on his lower back to keep him down, before hitting a reverse moonsault.
He goes for the cover but only gets a two count.
He picks him up and Irish whips him, on the way back, Aaron goes for a clothesline, but Chuck ducks under it, and hits him with a stiff super kick on his way back. He leaps to the top rope and hits Jumping Spinning Buzz saw kick, and goes for another pin, which ends in a long two count. He taunts for Aaron to stand back up, and hops on both feet in anticipation. Aaron stands up, and Chuck goes for Hollywood Impact. Aaron powers out of it, and goes for his finisher, but Chuck reverses it with a couple punches to the head. When he lands on his feet, he goes for Hollywood Impact one more time, and hits it.
He goes for the pin and gets the three count.
Marissa Johnson: Here is your winner…CHUCK MATTHEWS!!!
Joey: Chuck makes quick work out of Aaron O’Shea
Brian: I don’t believe Aaron pulled his head out of Cyrus’ ass long enough to notice he was booked
Joey: Now what the hell is Carmine doing out here…
Carmine is seen walking down the ramp, as Chuck has rolled out the ring leaving Aaron alone
Carmine Vestieri: Couldn’t help but notice Aaron you carry a hard on for the Heavyweight champion. Quick to drop to your knees when ever he wants to ‘relieve some stress’ and its pretty sad. And is a disgrace. So Im out here to inform you that Brenton wasn’t the only one traded, as I also sent your ass packing to legacy.
Carmine rolls into the ring
Carmine Vestieri: Its like a dream come true isn’t Aaron.
Aaron is slowly getting to his feet holding his ribs after suffering the Hollywood impact. The two stand face to face
Carmine Vestieri: Now you get to whip Cyrus’ ass every time he takes a shit. You can fold his laundry. Hype him up when his ego is hurt. In lament terms Aaron, you now get to become Brenton’s full time BITCH!
Aaron O’Shea: Watch yourself Carmine
Carmine smirks before dropping Aaron with a straight right, and it wasn’t the punch that rocked Aaron but the brass Knuckles
Carmine Vestieri: Correction Aaron, its you who should be watching yourself. You threw away a opportunity to be something special. To be something bigger then the Proving Grounds champion, that belt is a joke. JUST LIKE YOU! You wanna know the funny thing Aaron, just before I traded your icon Brenton, he requested a match. Against you. He wanted to take your Belt. Leave you with nothing. What’s really sad, I bet it was your idea!
Carmine stands over Aaron O’Shea
Carmine: Now get the fuck out of my ring!
Aaron rolls out of the ring holding his jaw as Carmine watches him make his way to up the ramp.
Joey: I don’t know what has gotten into everyone’s favorite Italian but this is going to far
Brian: And for the first time I agree with you. To disrespect Aaron O’Shea like he did is just uncalled for
When we come back from commercial, Marissa stands in the middle of the ring
Marissa Johnson: Introducing first, he is the current North American champion, Give it up for Demetrius Randall!
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 lim 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 next, he is the Father of God, ladies and gents give it up for the Pro Wrestling Hall of famer…JOE SANTIAGO!!!
Cypress Hill hit’s the PA system but no one comes out.
Joey: Not this again
Marissa Johnson: Ah lets try this again…Give it up for Joe Santiago!
Cyrpess Hill hit’s the PA but again no Joe Santiago
Demetrius Randall stands in the center of the ring holding his North American Championship
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Ref informs Marissa of his ruling
Marissa Johnson: Ladies and Gents, here is your winner by forfeit, Demetrius Randall!
Joey: Shit, two weeks in a row
Brian: And this time he hasn’t been kidnapped
We head to the back where we watch Joe Santiago making his way out of the arena
Carmine: Where the hell do you think your going?
Joe Santiago: Im not in the mood for your power trip
Carmine: Oh Im sorry, you stiff me out of a match, cost me merchandise sales and your not in the mood for my power trip
Joe Santiago: Yea, sounds about right
Carmine: Whats your problem?
Joe Santiago: I could ask you the same thing.
Joe pushes open the parking lot door
Carmine Vestieri: If you walk out that door you force my hand
Joe Santiago: Maybe its about time I call it quits…
He walks out of the lockeroom
Carmine Vestieri: Maybe it is…Your fired
Joey: Carmine just fired Joe Santiago
Brian: That’s your take, I saw Santiago retire
Joey: Carmine said your fired
Brian: After Joe said its time.
Joey: Whatever the case may be, Carmine has traded away Brenton Cyrus, Aaron O’Shea, he has fired Joe Santiago, Cyber Punk, Johnny Electric and there are reports he has even fired Crimson Skull from his part time contract with the company.
Brian: Didn’t he defend Skull and case the trade of Cyrus?
Joey: I don’t know what’s going on Joey, but I do know its time for are main event of the night. Lets kick it to Marissa
Marissa Johnson: It is time for are Main Event of the night, and it is for the Universal Championship!
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 Anarchy Logo on a flag, that's wrapped equally around the body of Cyber Punk. The jolt of electricity from the verse of track sends Punk 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.
Marissa Johnson: Introducing the challenger for tonight’s championship match, he is the second person to ever hold the Heavyweight and the Universal championships. Ladies and gents give it up for Cyber Punk!!!
Kaos walks out slowly and glances over the crowd before shaking his head and muttering about their uselessness. The music plays heavy and the lights are dimmed. Before getting in the ring he stops and once again looks at those who have came to witness a bloodbath, and he will surely grant their wishes. He climbs into the ring and walks to the center where he stops. The lights come on quickly and are very bright. They dim down and Kaos is seen smiling menacingly as he stands and awaits his next victim.
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The match began with a classic test of strength. Both men were cautious moving into the hold but eventually clasped hands and began the struggle. At first neither man took the upper-hand but the fans got behind their challenger and began clapping and stomping in support. Sure-enough, Punk fed off their energy and started to turn the tide in his favor, forcing Kaos down. Sensing defeat, Kaos quickly broke the hold with a low kick to the gut, earning jeers from the crowd, which he ignored as he hit the ropes and came back with a basement dropkick to Punk’s right knee that dropped him to the mat. Springing to his feet, Kaos stomped at the knee of the challenger, before hauling him up to his feet and firing him off into the turnbuckle. Kaos rushed in as if for a clothesline but suddenly went low again with another basement dropkick to the right knee.
Cyber Punk went down hard and instinctively rolled out under the bottom-rope, moving with a slight limp over to the nearby guard-rail to catch his breath. Kaos offered him no rest-bite, however and soon rolled out after him, advancing on the challenger from behind and nailing him with a clubbing blow to the back of the head which knocked him into the railing. Kaos grabbed him by the neck and whipped him head-first into the steel ring post, before rolling him up into the ring. Once inside, Kaos tried to bring Punk to his feet, but was met by some stiff elbows to the breadbaskets each one getting a cheer from the crowd followed by a series of big right hands and finally a clothesline which bowled him off his feet and earned a huge pop from the fans. Punk dropped down for the cover but Kaos was out before even one and a half.
The challenger swiftly pulled Kaos up but this time it was Kaos who was playing possum and shot a low blow which seemed to the slip under the radar of the referee, though not the crowd who rained hate down upon the champion. Kaos simply laughed and turned up his heel heat by flipping the entire arena the bird before drilling the stumbling Cyber Punk into the canvas with a spine buster. Not even pausing to try for a pin-fall, Kaos moved once again to the right knee of Punk, slapping on a textbook crucifix kneebar. The referee crouched down to ask Punk if he would submit, but the challenger shook his head in defiance, to which Kaos simply shrugged and tightened the hold.
Once again the crowd got behind Punk and began chanting ‘Don’t Give Up!’ The challenger heeded their pleas and began trying to crawl to the bottom rope. Kaos did his best to ground himself and use his weight to slow the man down, but finally Punk managed to get his fingers on the rope. After a referees count of four, Kaos was forced to break the hold but he ignored the further request to give Punk space and began stomping at the back of the right knee. The champ then lifted Punk up in a stalling supplex which he arrogantly held for as long as possible, too long, it proved, as Punk slipped out of the hold and down his back. Kaos spun around just in time to meet a punch to the gut which bent him double.
The crowd was on its feet Cyber Punk signaled for Cyber Death Driver, but as he lifted Kaos up for the supplex there was a visible shift in his weight and his right knee gave out, sending both men crashing to the canvas. Punk was visibly injured and lay on the mat, clutching at his knee. It took Kaos a moment or two to regain his senses, but he was quickly to his feet and standing over the fallen former Champion with a smirk on his face. Mike Mansfield attempted to interject himself, instructing Kaos to move away so that he could assess the injury. Kaos simply shook his head and shoved the man aside before moving in for the kill, as he starts kicking Cyber Punk over onto his stomach and, to the horror of the fans, slapping on his signature STW submission hold.
Punk face was contorted with agony as he screamed for Kaos to stop, pounding the canvas with his fist. The referee shook his head in disgust and signaled for the bell. It was in a shocked and stammering tone that Marissa broke the news to the crowd.
Ding - Ding - Ding
Marissa Johnson: Here is your…winner and...STILL UNIVERSAL CHAMPION...Kaos
The camera goes backstage where Brenton Cyrus is packing his gear into a bag and talking to Chuck Matthews…
Brenton Cyrus: How are you not going to have my back? We’ve been through EVERYTHING togther and this is how you want to end it?
Chuck Matthews: See this is what I don’t get, how the fuck did I pick sides when I told you and Carmine you both were retarded
Brenton Cyrus: It doesn’t matter if you think I was right or not, were tag-team partners. No matter what that’s a bond that should mean we always stick togther no matter what
Chuck Matthews: Nothing I would say would even enter your head, so I guess I should man up and say good bye
Chuck holds out his hand to shake with, Brenton shakes his head then spits in Chuck’s face as he grabs his championships and walks out of the lockeroom. As he enters the hall we witness every member of the Direct Hit roster stand against the wall, some nod to Cyrus, others clap as Brenton walks up the hall. He gets to the parking lot door before Carmine stands in front of him.
Carmine: Thanks for the ride, Brenton.
He holds his hand out, and Cyrus smirks and looks to shake hands, before giving the finger in Carmines face, and walks around Carmine
Brenton Cyrus: I’m going to enjoy watching this brand crumble
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