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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. 
Carmine Vestieri is sitting behind his desk as Direct Hit is about to air. HE is viewing the ratings for last week’s Direct Hit, and he doesn’t look happy about them. A knock is heard at the door. Carmine: “It’s open!” He goes back to reading the ratings, and you hear a voice come from behind the door. Rossi: “No its not, its closed.” Smith slowly looks up from his ratings and his mouth drops. He whispers. Carmine: “You stupid motherfucker.” He gets up and goes to the door and opens it. Rossi comes on in. Carmine: “What do you want cock stain?” Rossi: “I just came in to tell you that I don’t appreciate how I’m being treated around here. I helped get this place off the ground and you, Cyrus, your wife and even Kash all treat me like I’m some fucking joke. I am a professional, and I deserve to be treated like a professional.” You can see his eyes are tearing up, ready to cry. Carmine: “Are you crying?” Rossi: “No, something flew in my eye.” Carmine: “You fucking pussy, you are crying.” Rossi: “I AM NOT!” Rossi rubs his eyes. He turns to leaves, and when he does, he runs right in to Swan Lee, almost bumping heads with him. Swan looks at him, with very seductive eyes. Swan Lee: “You found me beautiful once..” Rossi hurries out of the room. Carmine looks at Swan. Carmine: “Great, I get rid of one fagot and my wife hires another. It’s like a never ending cycle of fagots here.” Swan laughs. Swan Lee: “Don’t worry boss, you are not my type.” Carmine: “I am not sure if I should be relieved or offended by that.” Carmine said that sarcastically. Carmine: “Lets get something clear here Swan, It was Jessica who wanted you on this show. She knew I can’t stand your kind so she did it out of hate. So with that out there, What do you want your flaming fruit loop?” Swan Lee: “I wanted to tell you just how thrilled I am to be here on Direct Hit. You or your wife *wink…wink* have filled me with nothing but shear gratification. I mean, I get to work with Kaos, Demetrius Randall, and Chuck Matthews, oh god how I hope to wrestle Chuck a few times, Needless to say boss man, I had the lube in stand by.” Carmine looks at Swan with a disgusted face. Carmine: “What the fuck is the matter with you?” Swan Lee: “What do you mean boss man?” Carmine: “I mean what the fuck is the matter with you? Were you dropped on your head as a child, or was your momma a crack whore?” Swan Lee: “Why don’t we got off of mothers boss man… I just got off your’s.” Carmine looks furious. Carmine: “Well you are a load that your daddy should have made your mom swallow you little cock sucker.” Swan starts to tear up. Swan Lee: “MY DAD USED TO SAY THAT TO ME! YOU KNOW THIS MAKES US FOES CARMINE…I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE HELL YOU…YOU…CROSSING DRESSING QUEEEN!” Swan Lee runs out of the room. Carmine: “I knew I should have never hired my wife as my co-worker.” Carmine sits back behind his desk and continues to read the ratings as the scene fades. Joey: Welcome everyone to another edition of Direct Hit! Brian: We should be counting are blessings that we are having another show Joey: They can’t cancel the flagship show of NLWF because of a bad week Brian Brian: They can for two Joey: The show just started Brian: It’s all your fault! Joey: What…. Brian: Marissa save me from this bumbling fool! Marissa Johnson: Are opening bout of the night is a standard Show or Go match. Warrior by Lloyd Banks hits the PA as Dash Star struts his way down to the ring… Brian: Can we just save some of t he viewers and fire this fuck Marissa Johnson: Introducing first representing The BX…Bronx New York give it up for The Rated R star…DASH STAR!!! 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. Brian: Am I the only one to see the bullshit in this? Talia was traded, so she doesn’t even have to fight here tonight. Her job is saved Marissa Johnson: Representing Michigan, give it up for the lovely Talia Styles! The bell rang and Dash strike immediately, and locked Talia into a sleeper. She fought the hold and Dash hit her with a bearhug plex. Talia tried to stand up but Dash dropped an elbow into his opponents knee, trying to keep her agility out of play. He continued to work the knee, stomping on it, and then twisting the leg into a vicious lock. Talia, far from giving up, broke it up with an elbow to the chest and stood, wobbling a little bit but otherwise stable. Joey: Dash is taking control of this match right off the bat Brian: See this is the shit that makes the poor ratings your fault Joe. You hype up piece of shit matches and force the public to watch, when really then should be raiding there fridge, fucking their wives, masturbating to Talia’s ass, anything but watching this match right here! Talia took the upper hand with a series of forearms and a quick whip to the ropes. A flying springboard elbow took Dash down - for a mere two count, however. Talia stayed on the offensive, going to the apron - but she misses and runs into a painful lariat. With Talia once again on the ground, Dash went for a submission, locking her into an elevated Boston Crab. But he may have rushed it, and Talia powers her way forward and just barely makes it to the ropes. Brian: Can I get a ‘THIS IS BULLSHIT’ chant going Dash followed up quickly and whipped his opponent into the ropes across from him, but Talia slid neatly under him and delivered a neck breaker. She covered 1... 2... and Dash kicked out. Rallying, Talia pulled Dash over to the corner and rammed him face first into the turnbuckle. She then rushed the top rope and went for a lionsault, but Dash rolled out of the way and once again, Talia tweaks her knee. Joey: Looks Like Talia is hurt here Brian Brian: Bout time something works out for Direct Hit, we’ve sent damage goods to Legacy! Dash, never one to miss an opportunity, drove his own knee into Talia's and pulled her up, getting amazing height on a modified shin buster. Dash looks to finish the match but can’t because he is dropped by Rico Sutton who slides into the ring and takes Dash’s head clean off with a chair. The ref looks to call for the bell but thinks twice as Rico shoots him a look. Rico gets Dash up and drives him to the mat with the Rough Justice. Carmine stands on the stage… Carmine: What the fuck do you think you’re doing Rico? Just because you’re back on Direct Hit doesn’t mean I’m going to put up with this bullshit Rico. You’re not a contender for the championship, for crying out loud you’re not even on the Rough Justice level you once were. You see this… Carmine holds up the Crazerage mask, which sends Rico into a sadistic look Carmine: Now that I’ve fully gotten your attention, I want you to understand this bullshit with you running around like a bat out of hell stops here. I’m done handing out free passes, I’m done bending over for every tom, dick and harry. You want a Universal title shot? Your gonna have to work for it, starting next week Carmine smirks before leaving Rico Sutton standing over a down Dash Star Nic Leone: Sometimes when you think all is lost... you come to find out that you have complete control over everything. Control over every movement.. Every moment.. Until you become a control freak. Everything needs to go your way... no matter what. But if you pay attention all it is.. its just a vicious circle. You control all and you can lose everything. Not this time... not again… I almost lost everything in this world that I loved.. not gonna happen again. I promise you that. There is a room and it is almost completely empty, all but for one little chair. Nic Leone is sitting in that chair, staring off into space. One can only imagine what could be going through his mind. A loud crash can be heard from outside as the sky opens up and rain begins to pour down to the ground. Now all you can hear is the pounding of the rain on top of house. Leone slowly kicks out his feet and pushes the chair up against the wall. He taps his head slightly against the wall then begins to speak.. Nic Leone: Today it begins...A new look through life... it’s been far too long since the last time.. Time that I can only dream to have back.. I look back and try to remember if anything during that time period was even worth it.. The answer is "no".. Have you ever been taking away from something that you couldn't live without..? You do not know how to function correctly.. You do things that you would never normally do.. Weed, pills, Jack Daniels, coke.. Those things come to a man on his last leg. They come to a man when he doesn't want to fight it anymore. When in fact all does truly feel lost. You have no choice but to stop doing one of the things you love the most on this planet.. Fighting. Then spiraling down into everything else and losing my girlfriend and family. Leone covers his face with his hands and runs them down.. Nic Leone: I thought when I was 16 I was pissed off. I didn't know a fucking thing back then. I didn't even have what I lost then.. so I had no idea. The drugs and the booze are out of my life. The knee pain is almost completely gone. But my family has still not returned. Do you have any idea what is in store? My soul is empty but my heart is filled with rage.. revenge.. hatred.. and pain. I have nothing to lose and almost everything to gain. Nic stands up and walks towards the middle of the room.. Nic Leone: More pain than ever before will be seen.. when you look into my eyes you barely see half.. Look into your own after I'm done with you and you will see the rest… Leone doesn't say another word as he walks out of the room... Joey: What the hell, Nic Leone has returned! Brian: This is utter bullshit, how many chances is this cocksucker going to get? The fucker is worse than Mr. Kennedy! Joey: Who? Brian: I forgot we live in a fantasy world of someone else’s imagination The scene cuts from Joey and Brian to the back where Jessica Vestieri is standing inside the office of her husband. Jessica Vestieri: Hello my soon to be ex-husband. Carmine looks up Carmine: If you want to suck my cock, please drop the conversation and drop to your knees Jessica: Aww your already going through withdraws…Its cute in a sick way. But I for one don’t miss the five minutes in heaven. You would think a man with such small shaft would at least make up for it in the ‘long run’ but I guess you fall short in both categories Carmine: As if I didn’t have enough with Swan Lee showing up in my office, so cut the childish bullshit Jess and tell me why the fuck are you in my office Jessica: I Scratched the match between the Trailer park icon Jackhammer Muldoon and Sever Carmine: Why the hell did you do that for? Jessica: Because just watching Talia face Dash lost us half are ratings. And I don’t know about you but I enjoy receiving a pay check. So I fired Jackhammer and sent Sever to are non-existent minor league. Carmine: Im getting fucking sick of this shit! First you bring Frank Hart, Rico Sutton and Swan Lee here…guys who carry no worth and know you fire Jackhammer? The guy had promise! Jessica: Maybe for the inbreed and meth users who take the time out of their lives to watch Direct Hit. Listen Carmine, Baby I’m making moves to save this brand. Its time for a change hon. No more Chad Vargas’ or Jeff Angels getting pushes that there asses can’t carry. And dare I say…No more of you sitting here with your thumb up your ass Carmine: GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!!! Jessica: My pleasure Jessica walks out as Carmine throws his desk phone at the door Joey: Jessica is making moves Brian Brian: Shit isn’t right Joey: What that Jessica is taking advantage of her title? Brian: I could give a fuck about that, Im talking about Carmine, the only attention he has gotten all week came from Swan Lee Joey: Lets kick it to Marissa Johnson for are next bout of the night Marissa Johnson: Are next bout of the night is a standard one fall match. Introducing first representing New Castle England, 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. Marissa Johnson: And introducing his challenger for tonight representing New York, 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. As the bell rings, Marcus immediately going for a Dragon Kick. Tantrum ducks, but Marcus rebounds with a big kick to the face. Marcus keeps up the punches before picking him up and taking him down with a short-arm clothesline. Tantrum tries picking himself up on the ropes, but Marcus clubs his back and drags him to the middle of the ring – Tantrum rakes a thumb across the eyes which sends Marcus staggering, and Tantrum follows up with a jawbreaker. Tantrum follows Marcus with a stiff series of kicks that echo in the stands, deftly dodging a couple of wild swings, a sequence that ends in a forward roll under a clothesline and a lungblower that leaves Marcus gasping for air. Joey: Tantrum could be a future star here on Direct Hit Brian: If only he put an effort into it, fucker hasn’t done shit. And I don’t care if he comes around here and there, no one can light a fire everyone’s ass despite what Cyrus believes! Tantrum throws Marcus into the corner and goes for the corner slingshot dropkick, but Marcus moves at the last second and Tantrum jams a limb against the turnbuckle. Marcus digs his knee into Tantrum’s midsection and goes for an Irish whip but it’s reversed and Tantrum hits a running Yakuza Kick. He pulls him up and throws a devastating series of forearms that throw welts on his chest and back him into the turnbuckle. He lowers his hands to cover his midsection and Tantrum reacts flawlessly, stepping on the bottom rope, bouncing upwards and landing a devastating knee to Marcus' head. Marcus falls flatly forward and lands on the canvas. Tantrum continues up the turnbuckle, looks back to measure the distance, then connects with a standing moonsault. From there it's academic with a lazy cover for the win. Marissa Johnson: Here is your winner….TANTRUM!!! The shot cuts to the backstage area where there are party streamers, cake and even ice cream sitting on a table. Next to all of it is a black suitcases marked with the name Chuck Matthews. Standing next to the table is Carmine Vestieri and Jessica and gathered all around the room are the members of the Direct Hit roster Carmine: Well money was a bit tight last week, but we managed to get a new Championship here on Direct Hit as opposed to a IOUs Chuck was given after Cyrus was traded. Now be grateful of what you have, Jessica had to suck a lot of Dick to get the money to pay for these. He smiles at her as she shoots him a look of death. Carmine: Without further ado, please step forward, hand me your IOU and Chuck I’ll hand you your belt Chuck, cocky as usual walks forward and reaches in to his suit coat jacket. Reaching around he looks a bit puzzled. Carmine: What’s the matter? Chuck Matthews: My IOU is missing. I must have left it back at the hotel. Ah well, I will take that case nonetheless. Carmine: Hold your britches mate. No IOU, no title belt. Chuck Matthews: You got to be kidding me here?! I cashed in my belt for this belt. That’s how the deal works. Carmine: True, but you don’t have your IOU. It’s just like if you were to go to a casino and hit it big on the slot machines and you get a ticket or marker that is redeemable for cash at the counter. If you lose that ticket you lose the money. You can plead your case with them until you are blue in the face, but the outcome stays the same. No ticket, no money and in this case no IOU no title. Sorry Chuck. Find your ticket and come and see me again. Chuck Matthews: This is fucking bullshit! Chuck looks at Jessica, She smirks Jessica: Don’t pay him any attention Chuck, here is your belt Carmine: What the hell? Carmine attempts to snatch the case from Chuck and Chuck drops the owner of Direct hit with a shot over the head with the case! He rubs the face of Jessica Chuck Matthews: Its good to see at least one person with some sense around here Chuck walks off as Carmine is laid out on the floor Joey: Chuck just laid out Carmine! Brian: And got touchy, feely with Jessica! Joey: Chuck may have punched his trade ticket here tonight Brian: I doubt it, at least not with Jessica around. Joey: Nonetheless Chuck Matthews is the Freedom Champion Marissa Johnson: Are next bout of the night is for the North American Championship! Introducing first representing Los Angeles California 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 comepletely 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 representing Motor City Detroit, Give it up for Cain Alexander! The arena lights fade as a lone spotlight shines on the entrance walkway. The speakers erupt with Indestructible by Disturbed. Fog begins to poor from the entrance opening, Cain Alexander slowly begins to appear. He begins making his way down to the ring... Marissa Johnson: And introducing next he is the current North American Champion, Representing Detroit, 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 tothe end of the entrance ramp and then slowly disintegrate. Demetrius slowly walks down to the ring with a cocky smirk on his face. The match began with Tyler charging at Cain. Cain Alexander side stepped him and sent him into the ropes. On his return, Tyler got assistance from his other opponent, Demetrius, and the two double backdropped Cain hard onto the mat. Tyler then turned to face Demetrius and was met with a dropkick that took him down. Joey: Demetrius showing why he is the defending North American Champion as he stays ahead of Tyler Lucas Demetrius then dove on top of Tyler and hammered him with a few shots before he planted him with a hard ddt into the middle of the ring. Then just as Cain Alexander began to rise, Demetrius caught him with a reverse waist lock and then planted him with a German suplex right on top of Tyler Lucas! With both of his opponents down, Demetrius' prediction was coming true. Brian: This is a kid that should be fighting for the Universal title, not headlining the North American division Cain Alexander and Tyler Lucas then both stood up as Demetrius nailed a hard enziguri. He staggered sideways and then fell over the top rope to the outside floor. Cain then tried to catch Demetrius off guard but the Champion hit him with a boot to gut and then planted him with the Re-Run, hooking the leg as he covered Cain Alexander… Marissa Johnson: Here is your winner and STILL North American Champion…Demetrius Randall! Kaos is in the back, getting ready to head the ring. He opens the door, ready to head out to the ring and face off against Universal Contender Chuck Matthews, but as he is heading the ring, the lights in the hall go out on him. They stay off for a few seconds and when the come back on, you can see Chuck Matthews standing directly behind him. Chuck has a smile on his face as he just looks at the back of Kaos. He turns around, and while he is, the lights go out again. When they come back on, Chuck is standing directly in front of Kaos. They both stand there, staring at one another. Chuck is smiling as Kaos rubs his Universal championship Chuck: “Prepare for war!” As soon as he said that, the lights went back out. When they came on, Chuck was nowhere to be found. Kaos stands there, looking around, ready to unleash his fury on Chuck’s head, but he realizes that Chuck is nowhere to be seen. He shrugs and heads out to the ring. Marissa Johnson: It is time for are main event of the night! Introducing first representing Chi-Town give it up for the current Freedom Champion 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. Marissa Johnson: Introducing next he is the current Universal Champion; give it up for Kristofer Kaos!! 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. The match began with Chuck Matthews charging in at Kaos. He nailed him with a quick enziguri that sent Kaos headfirst into the corner. Kaos caught himself in the corner but Chuck ran up, grabbed Kaos' legs from behind and lifted him up. With Kaos holding the turnbuckle, his body became completely horizontal to Chuck. Matthews then snapped with a kick to Kaos' gut from underneath and dropped his legs. Chuck then applied a quick rear waist lock and planted The Universal Champion with a German suplex. Chuck Matthews then began climbing to the top rope. Kaos slowly stood and turned to face his opponent. As Chuck came off the top rope, Kaos surprisingly caught him in mid-air with a modern body slam. Picking Chuck up, Kaos sized him up with a few hooks and uppercuts before he kicked him in the gut. He then delivers a snap mare where instead of flipping Chuck over, Kaos dropped down on his knees and drove Chuck's head down to the mat forehead first, with the three quarters facelock. The Freedom Champion then laid on the mat for a moment and Kaos pinned. 1...2..! Chuck Matthews was just able to kick out. Chuck Matthews then slowly got to his feet. Kaos charged at him and took him down with a running jawbreaker. As Chuck sits on the mat holding his jaw, Kaos positions himself sitting behind Chuck. He then grabbed him by the head from behind, spinned and drove Chuck's head into his knee with a deadly backbacker. Chuck fell to the mat face first and Kaos pinned him. 1...2..! Joey: Chuck Matthews was just able to kick out and the Universal Champion couldn't believe it. Kaos then grabbed the grounded Chuck and applied a leg lock. He wrenched back, putting as much pressure on Chuck's legs as possible, trying to force a submission as fast as possible. Chuck reaches and grabs the ropes. Chuck and Kaos the stood, and turned to face each other. Chuck was quicker. He nailed Kaos with a vicious Hollywood Impact out of nowhere! Kaos hit the mat with a thud and Chuck covers him Marissa Johnson: Here is your winner…CHUCK MATTHEWS!!! Joey: Chuck Matthews gets to pick the stipulation for Simple Survival Brian: Not only that but he goes into SS with a victory over the champion Chuck holds up his arm as Demetrius Randall stands at the stage watching Chuck celebrate as he holds up the Universal and Freedom championship. Demetrius smirks as he motions to the Unviersal belt then motions it around his waist Joey: What the hell is Demetrius doing out here Brian: He isn’t waiting for Carmine or Jessica to put him into the title picture, he’s putting himself in it! Joey: Wait…Look at Frank Hart he’s sliding into the ring! Frank Hart slides into the ring and looks to take out Chuck Matthews, but at the last second Chuck spots Frank and takes him down with a deadly Hollywood Impact! Chuck stands over both the Universal champion Kaos and Frank Hart! Joey: Holy shit, were out of time folks!!! The Direct Hit logo flashes on the screen as we get one last look of Chuck Matthews standing tall… 
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