Here's your war, bitches

Stepping through the doors, Dazz entered the main entrance, looking around and spotting a desk to his left with a blonde haired woman sitting behind it in a white blouse and black jacket, smiling as he approached.

WOMAN: Hello, how may I help you?

Dazz reached into his pocket and produced a white piece of paper, something that looked just like a letter, handing it to her as she scanned it.

DAZZ: I have an appointment at eleven with Dr Phillips.

Smiling she stared at the computer screen in front of her and began typing, asking his address and confirming his date of birth before handing the letter back to him and asking him to take a seat in the waiting area, Dazz walking a few feet and taking a seat on one of many green cushioned metal chairs, all lined up in rows as an elderly lady sat a few rows behind him. Waiting just a few minutes, his curious gaze at everybody who walked past, whether they be patients, visitors or doctors and nurses, he was finally greeted by a woman with greying hair wearing green pants and matching green top holding a brown folder and calling his name. Dazz got to his feet as she smiled at him and walked off, leading him along the corridor leading out of the waiting area past a small coffee shop and store with newspapers, sandwiches and other food and drinks inside. She reached a crossroads in the corridor, turning left and heading through an open set of double doors, a wall to his immediate right and a small reception desk to the right with a tiny area of chairs, just one elderly male sitting there alone as she asked him to sit, Dazz complying and taking his seat, watching as she walked off.

Looking at his new surroundings he could hear voices and movement behind him but didn’t look to see what was there, instead noticing that there were three wooden doors leading to rooms on his left, two closed and one door open with another man standing inside drinking water from a paper cup and pacing around. Three nurses, one black with her hair pulled back tightly, one blonde with her hair also tied up and a short haired woman, all looking middle aged or close to it, conversed and looked through files and notes, going in and out of the closed doors on occasion. The woman who led him here returns leading an elderly couple to the seating area then walking away as the man drinking water disappears down the corridor, one of the nurses calling a name, Dazz shaking out of his slight trance as he realizes it’s his name she called, rising to his feet and seeing a tall man with short brown hair, black pants and a white shirt with pink pinstripes complete with yellow tie standing in the now open doorway of the middle room. Although he was a doctor, this man clearly had little or no taste in clothing. Realising this was the Dr Phillips he’d come to see, Dazz walked towards him a she smiled and beckoned him inside, Dazz closing the door behind him as the doctor sat at a wooden desk, swiveling to his side on the chair in order to face Dazz head on while Dazz sat on a similar chair at the side of the desk. On the desk were a computer monitor and keyboard, files and folders full of notes neatly stacked on one side, pens and pencils. In the back wall of the room there was a small frosted window with a poster nearby talking about urological problems such as HIV and testicular cancer. The left of the room housed a hospital bed covered in blue paper for hygiene reasons much like any bed in hospitals, doctor’s surgeries or, to some extent, orthodontists. Dr Phillips clasped his hands together as he looked at Dazz and opened up a small sheet of paper, Dazz noticing notes written in green ink.

DR PHILLIPS: Sorry to have called you in to see me at such short notice but when you came for your last scan you were told it was ok but I wasn’t given all of your notes and so I’m here to tell you that while the testicle you found a lump on last October is perfectly fine now, the other one which caused a slight concern may be more trouble than we thought. You see, I need you to take a blood test today and come back for the results. With me so far?

Dazz nodded unsure what to make of this and wondering what was so urgent that he was called a few days ago without notice or a letter to ask him for this visit and also for the blatant childish manner in which he spoke the last sentence.

DR PHILLIPS: Good, now while I don’t want you to panic just yet, I have to tell you that we have a concern that we may be dealing with cancer. We’re not sure yet but we really have to make sure here which is why you need to take the blood test and if it shows a certain element has become elevated then it is cancer but we’d like you to come into surgery regardless and have it removed. It’s your choice though.

Dazz was left in shock at this piece of news. He couldn’t bear to think of it, when the problem was first discovered he didn’t want to think about it possibly being cancer although that was the main worry, now being told this….it was unbearable to say the least. Surgery? Remove it? He didn’t want that, after thinking for a few moments, trying to let it sink in just a little, he finally answered.

DAZZ: I think I’ll wait until I’ve had the blood test.

Dr Phillips nodded, Dazz wanting to find out results of the blood test before doing anything drastic. The doctor just smiled and wrote down some more notes before rummaging in a drawer and handing him two sheets of paper, writing on one, the second having a yellow plastic bag attached to the back.

DR PHILLIPS: This first sheet is a signing out form, hand this into reception on the way out and they’ll book your next appointment, would you like it to be next Friday when we’d know a rough idea of blood test results or two weeks time when we’d definitely know?

DAZZ: Next Friday.

DR PHILLIPS: Ok, and this second form is for your blood test, if you go to that immediately and then I’ll see you at 10:40 next Friday.

Dazz took the forms and nodded, thanking the doctor before leaving his office and walking down the corridor to another small area where seats were filled by people of various sizes, shapes and ages ready to take their blood tests, Dazz clutching a piece of paper and waiting his turn as the scene faded.

Fading back in, we see Dazz sitting in the same seated area as the previous week, waiting on a chair until Dr Phillips once again reared his head from the doorway of his office, beckoning him inside. Dazz complied and realized he was being called in to see another doctor in the room adjacent, taking a seat once inside

DOCTOR: Yes, looking at your notes the blood test is normal, calcium levels are fine and tumour markers don’t show anything abnormal, could you come in for a scan in another 3 or 4 months time to make sure?

Dazz nodded and watched as the doctor made some notes booking his scan, noting the words “surgery not needed, possible spate of Anarchy cancer although not too sure, scan will reveal any changes if any” before looking back at the doctor, the two shaking hands as he left the office, walking through the busy corridors of the hospital in silence…..

The silence was broken by the front door being rapped hard over and over. A few moments pause then the rapping starts again, Dazz appearing from down the stairs, walking towards the white door and placing his fingers on the brass knob, opening the door to see who was there. Standing in the doorway was good friend Phil King, wearing nothing but a pair of cut-off yellow combat pants, black boots, white socks and a white wifebeater showing off his heavily tattooed body, his normally short black hair now shaved completely short while his usual strip of hair from his bottom lip to his chin remained. Upon seeing this sight, Dazz opened the door wider, beckoning him in, Faith’s former bodyguard stepping over the threshold as the door is closed behind him.

Looking around, Phil whistled and smiled.

PHIL: Wow, made a lot of changes to this place huh?

Dazz looked towards his friend and nodded, seemingly uncomfortable about this line of questioning, his friend suddenly grasping why and dropping the subject. He made his way around the black couch, falling back onto the cushions with a bump as he rested his arms against his knees, Dazz doing the same on a chair nearby, watching as Phil drinks in the surroundings then glances back towards his host.

PHIL: So what's happening man, what you been up to?

Dazz took a deep breath, trying to think how to word this best before scratching the back of his neck for a moment.

DAZZ: Well, I've been back in form the last month thanks to Tyler Scott and Alex Taylor....

Phil decided to interrupt him.

PHIL: How come, I heard something was up but couldn't find out cause you wasn't talking to anybody.

Dazz sighed at this unwanted interruption cutting him mid-flow but answered the question anyway.

DAZZ: Two reasons really, first I find out my dad's side of the family includes Scotty Ace, Ryan Coleman and the Stylez brothers, Cody and Jason.

PHIL: Ahh yeah, Jason Stylez. You had beef with him for years, I know that asshole.

DAZZ: Yeah, well, there was that and the fact I was asked to help fight off Anarchy Inc, stop them taking over NLCW.

PHIL: That's the group we fought in 2004 right, Ryan Coleman, Justice, Priest?

DAZZ: No that was Damage Inc.

PHIL: The other group in 2005, you know? Christian Connolly, Dark Rayne, Speede, Logan Kincaide?

DAZZ: That was Talent Inc.

PHIL: Then who the hell.....

Dazz decided to give Phil a taste of his own medicine by interrupting him.

DAZZ: They got Dillon Durst, Chris Logan, Isaac Reynolds, Kelly Rien, Derrick Lambert, Bucky Skyler, Frank Merritt, Kindred London, Mike Bessette and some mystery guy.

PHIL: Ahhh, right. I only heard of two of those guys, Durst and that son of a bitch Bucky. Dillon still the laughing stock of the locker room?

DAZZ: No he's had the World title twice and until the Anarchy thing happened was one of the most respected.

PHIL: Damn, how the hell did that happen? Got them all high? What's Bucky doing in that group, riding their coattails like he did with us?

Dazz laughed, remembering the time he allowed Bucky to become part of Chaos A.D. in late 2004/early 2005, Skyler doing nothing but use the name of the group he was in to try to further his career but not getting past the Hardcore title until he practically begged to become part of CWF later that year, taking part in the Prison Break match for the Cruiserweight title then having his wish granted with a Double Scaffold Sea of Tables match for the International title, coming up short both times but having a few wins on Aggression under his belt against Rayne Young and Rob Thorn before rushing back to NLCW before summer's end.

PHIL: How's Alex?

DAZZ: Up until last month he never forgave me for that stunt you pulled at Slamfest.

PHIL: Damn, that was what, two and a half years ago? I might give him a call then, see what's up.

DAZZ: No, I said he forgave me, might still take a while before he forgives you.

PHIL: Well I did powerbomb him off a cage, don't blame the guy.

DAZZ: Thing is he claimed for years it was my fault when I had no clue you'd do that. I only thought you'd make him shake my hand and end that stupid feud he had with us.

PHIL: Well he had it coming, the guy turned his back on us after how long as blood brothers, just a shame it's taken this long to get him back on side. As you were saying, what you been up to?

DAZZ: Well other than that, I've won and lost the NLCW Tag Team titles again, this time with Tyler Scott, he's a good guy, violent when he needs to be. Would've been a top member of Chaos A.D. if we'd discovered him ourselves years ago, maybe he'd have been carrying the World title for us.

PHIL: Carrying how, transport or as champ?

DAZZ: The latter.

PHIL: Right, so he's good?

DAZZ: Yeah he is.

PHIL: I had Reiko call me months ago, tell me not to turn up to shows any more, to sit out my contract, what's the deal?

DAZZ: DeMontfort sold his majority shares of CWF to a guy called Anthony Wallace who pretty much kept who he wanted, told the rest to sit at home, he only kept Syd Ashley, Faith, Priest and myself.

PHIL: Kept where?

DAZZ: Motor City Wrestling. The guy used his own money and talent with what he used from CWF to create it, I'm the General Manager there, Priest's got himself injured and disappeared off the scene, Syd wanted to recover from injury and Faith's had this case for a while, can cash it against any championship whenever she likes.

PHIL: Sounds alright, not as good as our own shit but decent enough by the sound of it.

DAZZ: Yeah, just biding my time till I can bring it all back, until then I'm gonna be busy wrestling, Russell's still hurt so Havok Rising has to take a backseat for a while.

PHIL: That's a damn shame, you guys were good. My band's doing great, was hoping you guys could tour with us but don't look like it yet.

Dazz thought back to last time he'd seen Phil's band Death Trip live, remembering how great a show they put on until a rift caused them to split, Phil taking the time to get back into pro wrestling where he competed in NLCW and CWF for half the year. Now they'd been back together and released a new album, touring to support it, Phil's primal screams and intense stage presence causing similarities to Pantera's Phil Anselmo and Slayer's Tom Araya.

DAZZ: How is the band anyway?

PHIL: It's cool man, the last tour was sweet, last night of it I had about 5 women wanting to suck me off at once. That's one reason I'm here actually, you're a smart guy, wondered if you knew what to call that.

DAZZ: What to call what?

PHIL: The plural to cocksucker. You know, we got a pack of dogs, a school of fish, what about people who suck dick?

DAZZ: To be honest I have no clue.

PHIL: Ok, that's cool anyway.

DAZZ: But yeah, so I'm wrestling, got myself a Wargames match to compete in this week with Tyler, Alex, Rick Majors, Tanya Black, Ethan Andrews, Sean Galen, Scarlett Williams, "Sugar" Shane Perry and a mystery partner of our own against Anarchy Inc, hoping I can win and be two for two as far as Wargames matches in NLCW. Pretty soon I’ll be in an ICE pay per view match for the first time ever, hell I'd never been on one of their shows before so that should be good.

PHIL: ICE?

DAZZ: International Championship Entertainment, Connolly's company, it's been around for years now. The guy's got more time for it since he retired from active wrestling and from what I’ve seen so far he's doing a good job.

PHIL: What exactly you going to do there then?

DAZZ: I was asked to be at the Destiny event, first 2 day pay per view in ICE history, night one will be headlined by Joel Kurtiss defending the Universal championship, night two will be headlined by the Bodycount match, 30 man battle royal, something hope I win.

PHIL: Cool, congratulations man, hope it works out for ya.

DAZZ: Thanks. Rules are, the winner gets to shape his or her future in whichever company they work for so I could use the win to make myself a 3 time NLCW World Heavyweight champion like I wanted for 2 years but I might save it and use it to get a title in ICE, Universal is what I'm thinking so far.

PHIL: Makes me wish I still wrestled, been busy with the band though and staying clean.

DAZZ: I heard you was finally clean, so how's that feel?

PHIL: Feels good, glad to still be alive. Felt dumb going into rehab to get professional help but it was better than the time I tried to get off the heroin by doing coke. I tell ya, it was like putting a band aid on cancer, that's how pointless and stupid it was.

DAZZ: As long as I'm still able to talk to you that's all that matters. Wouldn't forgive myself if you went and died on me.

PHIL: Thanks for the concern, it's why we're blood brothers man, real shame Alex took this long to realise himself, when we all made that oath years ago it was for life.

DAZZ: You want a drink or anything?

PHIL: It's fine, really. I had some fruit juice shit before I came over.

DAZZ: You? Fruit juice?

PHIL: Hey don't laugh man, I need it for my vocals, keep them lubricated just like I like my ladies.

DAZZ: Metal Hammer said your voice was sounding less like a constipated Cookie Monster these days.

PHIL: They did? Those sons of bitches. Yeah it's cause I had some coaching so I don't blow my voice out again.

DAZZ: Yeah, that'd be a real shame wouldn't it?

He laughed, remembering when Phil wasn't even allowed to whisper in case he caused irrepairable damage, noting how quiet he seemed, and better for it too. Phil just smiled and raised his eyebrows, knowing what Dazz was thinking in an instant.

PHIL: It's been quiet without you too motherfucker, admit it, you missed my voice as much as I missed yours.

The two men laughed together, enjoying their humourous moment as the scene faded slowly, coming back again to see Dazz seated alone wearing blue jeans and a black NLCW t-shirt, his name proudly displayed in white underneath the company’s logo. He wears black shades across his eyes, looking forwards at something behind the camera which is unseen by those watching at home. After a while he leaves his seat, the camera following his movements as he stands, posters now visible behind him and adorning the walls of this very large room depicting images for pay per view events. On closer inspection they reveal themselves to be posters for all the CWF events that have happened in the last 4 and a half years as well as images of its various superstars of the squared circle. The camera stalks behind Dazz as he walks towards a hallway, various crew walking past, nodding or verbally greeting him as he strides casually towards a small area with black curtains, climbing the small steel steps then pushing aside the dark material, disappearing from view as the curtains swish behind him. The camera follows and sees Dazz on a stage area looking down a ramp towards the huge area in the middle surrounded by chairs and protective barriers; huge logos and banners adorning two sides of the building hanging near the ceiling betray that this is Lord’s Coliseum, the arena bought by multi-billionaire businessman and former wrestler Lord Phillippe DeMontfort, using this arena as the home of the Chaotic Wrestling Federation for many years until selling it to somebody. Dazz walked closer towards the middle of the arena, the sounds of sawing and drilling echo throughout, various men and women in black shirts and pants working on the structure which Dazz is walking towards. He gets there before the camera does, talking softly to a male with short blonde hair and a mustache, looking up as the camera sees what he can, taking in this sight, needing to step back a little to view it all. Set up in front of them are two rings surrounded by a huge cage, longer than normal. The traditional Wargames cage as used by CWF in its annual December event War of the Worlds, this time not being used by two teams of four wrestlers but by a single man, Dazz here to get used to being in such a structure for the first time in a few years.

Sure, at 1NE there would be two more rings and the cage would be much bigger to accommodate everything inside the steel structure but nevertheless, regardless of size, this was a great opportunity to get used to being inside a Wargames structure before the big match this weekend. Ten men and women on one side, fighting on the side of idiocy and boring promos, matches, championship reigns, thinking that because the Board of Directors in NLCW had realized how boring these men and women are and how low the ratings and shares had sunk while these people were dominating pay per views and weekly Avulsion television shows, that they were somehow being wronged by “The Man” and held back. Truth be told, they should’ve been held back from the very beginning, save the fans from tediousness. Anarchy Inc did have one saving grace though; at least they could cure insomnia.

Meanwhile the loyalists, the men and women brave enough to carry NLCW on their backs, become the main reasons to watch the shows and buy any merchandise, are forced to not only deal with underhanded tactics by overrated wrestlers trying to take an advantage however possible, they also had to look good doing it just to make sure the shareholders were pleased and didn’t abandon the company. Luckily for Dominic Pericolo, fans were still tuning in, shareholders continued to keep their faith in their stocks and NLCW was saved week after week from a verbal helping of diarrhea, NLCW Loyalists becoming the wrestling equivalent of Imodium.

Can’t tell the strangers from the friends you know.

The fencing looked perfect, wrapping around solid steel piping which in turn was holding a large amount of metal 20 feet high above the top of the ring apron. The CWF Wargames cage was a lot higher than he was told this Sunday’s version would be, thoughts entering his mind as he pondered whether the ceiling would be low enough for what he had planned. The sounds of master craftsmen and carpenters became distant as he lost himself deep in thought, ideas hitting him like tiny explosives, detonating moves, spots and more in his brain.

Sitting quietly in one corner, using the turnbuckle pads as support behind his back, Dazz inhaled slowly then let out a long drawn out breath, cool air emitting from his lips as they purse for a few seconds. Lifting up his right hand to brush his fingers through his hair, Dazz closed his eyes, letting his eyes rest as a dull ache engulfed his forehead, the pain easing just a little. He’d taken painkillers earlier and didn’t feel much better for it, wanting to let it ride out and hoping he’d be in perfect shape for the match, wanting to be at his very best to take on Anarchy Inc and win, show them who the better team is. His eyes saw only black as his eyelids remained closed shut, the sounds of workmen fixing up the Wargames structure for him to get used to being inside before 1NE wafting through his ears, almost dreamily and distant. He saw himself in his mind, standing in the middle of the unique structure surrounding four rings, looking around at the fans as they cheered, chanting his name, lights fixed firmly on him as flashbulbs shot every second from various parts of the arena. Feet planted on the spot, he stood alone, looking in all directions; left, right, up and down, a yell from behind him making him twist on the spot to face the noise, watching as members of Anarchy Inc begin climbing the steel walls to try and get in at him. The sounds of metal clashing and vibrating to his left caused his head to turn quickly, watching as more members entered the door at the far end, all of them grinning wildly at him as they had him surrounded. Nowhere to go, nothing to do but stand his ground as their many faces edged ever closer to his position, some with fists clenched. Isaac Reynolds was first to strike, muscles rippling as his face contorted with rage, a right fist aimed squarely at Dazz but misses as he ducks it, slamming a shin into Isaac’s huge frame, knocking the wind out of him then following through with an elbow direct to the back of his head to take him down. Quickly turning to look at his next target, Kelly Rien lunged, Dazz ducking but not wishing to attack a woman (although God knows why, everybody on Anarchy’s team were females) while Frank Merritt attempted a running Mafia kick, missing his target as he knocked Kelly out cold, her head smacking hard against the canvas.

After witnessing the brutality with which their teammate had crashed against the mat, the group stopped, looking at her laid out unconscious, Dazz still aware of his surroundings as he turned his head to look over his shoulder, aiming a kick and planting the sole of his foot against the steel meshing, slamming it into the face of Derrick Lambert as he tries climbing onto the roof of the cage, the metal not only knocking him backwards onto the announce table but also spreading his nose across his face as his hands reached up to hold himself, squirming in agony. From atop the cage, Bucky Skyler looked on, worried about his fellow Anarchy member as Kindred London screamed out and reached his hand outwards, a futile attempt to reach for Lambert who lays 15 feet below in the broken remains of the announce table. The two hammer angrily at the roof, trying to cave it in and slip through from above while Frank makes his move, a kick to the nuts ineffective as Dazz realizes Frank has none, just barely escaping a left hook but getting trapped in a bearhug from behind by Dillon Durst, the very position he likes to be in when he’s in the showers in the men’s locker room. Dazz struggled to slip out of Dillon’s grasp, Frank lining up for a shot but receiving a kick to the chest, pushing him backwards as Dazz raised up again to plant more kicks to the chest and jaw, Frank toppling over as Dazz hit an elbow to the ribs of Durst, tossing him over his shoulder to make him legdrop his own team mate. Chris Logan swung the championship belt, wanting to clock Dazz in the skull and take him down but his own stupidity caused him to stumble and fall over, the title smashing into Dillon’s mouth as Logan crashed chin first onto Frank’s knees, a loud crash behind Dazz startling him as Bucky dropped shoulder first onto the mat, perhaps paralyzing him while Mike Bessette and Kindred London slipped through the roof into the ring. Dazz rushed towards the sides of the cage, climbing up as quickly as possible, leaping off into a cross body landing on top of London while Bessette dragged up the NLCW loyalist, punching him in the face as Dazz took each shot, a wind up and a miss, Dazz blocking by catching the wrist and twisting, snapping his arm before kicking his broken limb, dragging Kindred to his feet again and dropping him neck first backwards across the knee, shoving the body towards a man in a mask, daring him to come forwards. The mystery opponent complied, rushing towards Dazz as he did the same, the two clashing and connecting with right fists repeatedly, Dazz getting the better of the fist fight then grabbing the mystery person in a reverse DDT, raising him up and connecting with the reverse brainbuster onto Logan’s spine.

Dazz stood proudly amongst the carcasses of Anarchy Inc, the fans lapping up his demolition of this shoddy, waste of oxygen as he snapped out of his daydream, opening his eyes to watch as the carpenters worked hard trying to fix up an event for a local indy federation to host a small show, most of the arena taped off with seats placed only around the ringside area. He gripped the ropes for leverage and pulled himself to his feet using all of his strength, standing upright and looking up and around. Nodding to a handyman nearby, he watched as the male called out to somebody then the Wargames cage began to slowly rise to allow him out, Dazz rolling under the bottom rope and stepping onto the padded floor with both feet. The cage would soon be torn down again having served its purpose for inspiration, leaving the ringside area and walking up the ramp, not looking back at the ring as he smiled to himself. He knew exactly what he’d do inside that cage at 1NE and couldn’t wait to show the world what he had in mind…..

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“Watch the fuck out!”

The cry rang out loud as the man in green army issue uniform and matching tin helmet looked to his right then quickly dived for cover amongst the grey of the rubble nearby, a huge bang and a cloud of grey and white dust shooting up only a few feet away, debris raining down onto the man’s torso as he holds his arms above his head to protect himself. Lifting his head again, we see the man’s brown eyes peering with his face half blackened from soot and smoke, little splashes on mud adorning his features but still recognizable as Alex Taylor. He shot his eyes left to right quickly, trying to find the source of the warning as his gaze rested upon his old friend with piercing blue eyes, Dazz also covered in mud as he waved his arm, hand turned towards himself beckoning Alex over to him quickly. Alex obeyed, grabbing his rifle and rucksack as he sprinted towards Dazz, bullets chasing him, the impact with the ground sending little dust bursts into the air as the fire was returned from near his friend’s position, seeing Ethan Andrews with his hair looking lank and as soaked in dirt as his face situated to the left behind a broken wall, aiming his rifle to a target behind Alex, Taylor not daring to look over his shoulder at his would-be assassins.

Diving behind another wall, he met the ground with a large thump and a slight scraping, looking up to meet the smile of Major Rick of the Canadian Regiment which lasts just a second, long enough to reassure Alex that he was safe before turning in anger, looking into the scope of his sniper rifle and popping off rounds one at a time, quickly wrenching back on the shaft after each blast.

“Ok I think we got ‘em.”

Rick turned to look at Ethan as confirmation of their victory in helping their friend survive came with a knowing nod. Alex took the extended hand offered to him, helping him get to his feet as he wiped himself down with his hands and gripped his helmet, lifting it to wipe the sweat from his brow before replacing the headgear back onto his scalp.

“Thanks guys, appreciate it.”

“No problem man, gotta keep you alive till we find Private Scott.”

The four men gather their things then emerge from behind their protective barriers made from shattered buildings and sandbag walls, carrying their equipment in heavy duty bags on their backs with weapons in hand, trudging through what once was a bustling village square complete with majestic cathedral, shops and homes. Now it stands as a large area of rubble, rocks, half demolished buildings with the cathedral the only remaining building standing, untouched by the effects of war. The holy sanctity the only local still around, all of the inhabitants of this village abandoned it ages ago, the house of God the exact place these men were headed to next, stepping over rocks as they reach the heavy oak doors. Dazz and Ethan both pushed them open as Rick and Alex stood guard with rifles ready, the four sliding inside and gazing at the cold and empty innards. The wooden pews were lined up ready to be used by a congregation of the faithful but they stood empty and dusty having not had anybody sit on them for some time. The stained glass windows were dull and almost brown with the amount of dust and dirt on them, the altar lying on its side at the pulpit while a statue of Jesus on the cross looked down from the very front, causing all four men to kneel before it and say a quiet prayer amongst themselves, getting to their feet again and looking around. From out of a dark corner walked a woman with blonde hair carrying a single barreled shotgun in one hand and a helmet in the other, her clothes as dirty and green as the men she revealed herself to. They looked, rifles at the ready until they realized she was American, aiming the guns towards the floor as she smiled.

“Thanks for coming, I was just about to leave when I heard the commotion and hid away. I’m Private Tanya Black, pleased to meet some friendly faces for once.”

She saluted before extending her hand, shaking each man in a warm greeting, her smile penetrating the gloom and seemingly lighting up the abandoned church. At that moment, a vehicle was heard trundling along the stony ground outside the church, the party of military personnel inside the church rushing to get their weapons ready and primed for action. Tanya was first to move, clutching at her side as she walked towards the doors, looking at the others with a knowing glance, a recent injury still affecting her as she peered outside. Her left arm raised in the air as they stood silently watching on, edging closer as one by one they slipped outside and ducked for cover, a grey roofless car sat still facing the opposite direction, a man in the driver’s seat with short dark hair, another man looking very similar in the back seat while a woman with blonde hair looked through a pair of binoculars into the distance. The squad of American and Canadian soldiers crept up behind them, a blast to the back of the driver’s head covering the woman and second male in blood, brains and bits of skull, immediately surrendering.

“Who did you shoot Alex?”

“Dunno, some nobody I guess.”

“I’ll have you know Private Bessette wasn’t a nobody, he was a fine man.”

The team looked at each other as the second man turned to face them, a wild look in his eyes but with features and mannerisms that suggested something like he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. On his arm he’d sewn Old Glory, symbol of the United States directly underneath his swastika.

“I’ll also have you know that I love America, I wish to be a champion representing that great country one day.”

He tore off the swastika, stamping on it and spitting onto it while the female in the Jeep looked on horrified.

“I’m sick and tired of this army, Private Rien, come and join me and my new comrades from the other side of the Atlantic, we could…..”

And at that moment, his sentence was cut short, a bullet piercing his brain having come from his own standard issue pistol which was lying on the back seat, Rien having shot him herself.

“Fucking turncoat. See what you made me do Skyler?”

After speaking these words, she looked at the group made of soldiers from the other side of the war, dropping the pistol and raising her hands in surrender. Rien moved towards the door, opening it and climbing out in front of them before quickly reaching in the car to grab at the pistol again, Private Black knowing immediately and getting there first with a shot directly at her neck, Rien gasping and dropping to her knees on the ground clutching at the side of her neck, blood pouring out as her face turned pale, her eyes bulging as she finally lay on the ground dead, a pool of crimson surrounding her. The group looked at the dead female on the ground and sighed, gathering their belongings and climbing one at a time into the vehicle, Rick taking the wheel and driving the group out of the now destroyed village and towards the countryside, rolling green hills a stark contrast to the dull grey of a few minutes ago. Trundling along the green pastures of this countryside, the group came across two black men wearing gangsta style clothes hanging around carrying Glocks and wearing a huge amount of jewelry probably weighing them down a lot. Rick stopped the vehicle and they continued to watch as the men were joined by a huge man with no hair and slight stubble, handing each of them what looked like a cigarette, the three taking turns to smoke it then pass it on as a huge cloud of smoke billowed from their lips. Ethan rose and left the vehicle with gun in hand, followed by Sean and Alex as backup, the three edging slowly closer, quietly so as not to disrupt these smoking enemies. Sean stepping on a twig alerted the smokers, the two black men quickly rising and aiming their gold plated pistols at the three soldiers.

“Yo, what the FUCK you doin’ blud, don’t come any closer or we pop a cap in your asses bitch!”

Aiming his rifle squarely at the older of the two, Alex took a shot, catching him in the knee, dropping him to the ground in agony as the smaller one waved his gun around even more.

“Yo, Derrick don’t fuckin’ die on me, these bitches gonna pay.”

Firing off bullets and pumping the trigger repeatedly, the smaller man somehow managed to miss every shot, his finger continuously squeezing off round after round until the cartridge was empty but all three men still standing watching on in disbelief, Sean unloading his rifle, the first hitting the bulletproof jacket being worn by their opponent, the second connecting in the same spot but the third hitting the exposed shoulder, sending him reeling in pain, the fourth shot blowing his arm off completely as he fell next to the larger white man, still sitting smoking as his friend bleeds to death from his wound on the ground next to him. The larger black man picked up his pistol, aiming it at Sean until a blast from Alex caught him in the eye, the man known as Derrick falling as blood pumped from the back of his head. Ethan looked at the smoking man then back at his comrades.

“This one’s mine.”

Striding towards the man, Ethan looked and saw that his eyes were red and he looked completely out of it as if he had no clue where he was. Knocking the cigarette out of his hand, the man just picked it right back up, stinking of something that definitely wasn’t tobacco. Aiming his rifle at him, the man continued to smoke until he dropped what he was smoking onto him, not seeming to care nor realize in his drug induced state, the fibres of his clothes slowly starting to burn as they caught fire, engulfing him after a short period as first clothing began to burn away or melt against his skin, getting to his flesh as it started to bubble and rise from the bone, blistering quickly as he sat with an idiotic grin at all times. Curious whether to put him out of his misery or let this jackass suffer, Ethan watched intently before deciding to wave his comrades on, walking with Sean and Alex as Rick drove the vehicle behind and then alongside them, stopping shortly after to allow them back on, all the while this large dumbass sat burning away until becoming nothing more than a black charred skeleton.

A woman wearing a red dress with long dark hair past her shoulders and high heels is seen standing in a field as they edge closer, finally coming to a halt alongside her, the woman smiling.

“Hi, I’m Scarlett, I’m a world famous actress and somehow found myself here, can I join you?”

Without a word from the others, Sean had dragged her up next to him in the car, the others slightly annoyed at not having been consulted before Rick continues driving forwards. Scarlett reels off a list of movies and famous roles she’s been in, Sean watching and listening intently, this woman keeping his interest as everybody else in the car struggle to recognize her name and her face, remembering other more famous actresses in the roles Scarlett is pretending to have taken.

“So yeah, I played both the damsel in distress AND the creature in King Kong not that long ago, I was also the staircase that Scarlett O’Hara walked down in Gone With The Wind. My most famous roles were as the main character, the pianist and the piano in Casablanca, that was great, shows how talented I am when I could….”

BANG

Scarlett slumped against Sean’s body, blood pouring from a bullet wound in her forehead as her eyes stared blankly ahead, Dazz regretting having to waste a bullet on this idiot but congratulated and hailed a hero for doing so by everybody in the car as they edged closer to a small town, the familiar grey buildings, rubble and demolished homes burning in their retinas only this was a lot bigger than the villages they’d seen thus far. Coming to a halt in front of a large pile of stones, impassable by the car, they clutched at their weapons cautiously, moving together slowly one step at a time deeper into the town, eyes roaming around for any hidden dangers. Suddenly a dark skinned man comes running towards them with a rifle in his hand, a worried look upon his face as he gets near the group.

“Duck for cover! There, that building!”

They watch as he rushes inside, the rumbling of a tank suddenly clues them in as to why this lone soldier is running for somewhere to hide, all of them following him inside and up a flight of stairs into a room where they could hide but also get a vantage point at the empty street below, looking out of the window to see an enemy tank rolling past. The stranger takes out a grenade, pulling the pin and tossing it out of the window towards the tank, all eyes on it as it blows, taking out the tracks, rendering the tank incapable of moving any further. The hatch opens up and a large muscular man with a blonde crew cut exits, holding a pistol and looking around for whoever it was that attacked his tank. As the huge mammoth of a man looks around, watched by the group of soldiers through the upstairs window of the building near him, a shot echoes through the streets, the large man with something coming from the back of his head as he drops down, a pool of blood forming where he lies. The stranger leans out of the window and gives a thumbs-up towards the church spire not too far away, the rest of the group looking and seeing a man engulfed from the chest up in shadow as he clutches a sniper rifle. The dark skinned man leans back into the room and looks at the group.

“Private Shane Perry, glad to see you guys, other than our sniper I’ve been the only guy here that isn’t fighting against our country.”

After introductions from the group, Alex looks at Shane.

“We’re on a mission to find and extract a Private Tyler Scott, you heard of him?”

“Private Scott…..where’s he from?”

“England.”

“Yeah, he’s trapped on the other side of this town, I’ll take you there but he has enemies nearby so be cautious.”

The group bundles down the stairs and back into the street, walking together and scanning the area, Perry leading them towards the other side of town where they see a man wearing enemy clothing and a black balaclava standing guard over somebody forced to sit, this man has shaved brown hair and stubble.

“That’s him there.”

They begin to run, firing bullets and connecting with the torso of the masked man as Tyler ducks behind a broken wall, the fallen enemy only yards from his position as they crowd him.

“Private Scott? Private Tyler Scott from England?”

“Yeah that’s me, why?”

“We have to get you out of here pronto.”

“You guys better hide though first, some cunt called Logan checks up on my guard every hour, almost time for him to show.”

After planting some explosives in the ground in the direction Logan comes from and hiding, Tyler watches as a man with shoulder length brown hair and a slight beard comes out from a building, looking at the fallen guard and a questioning look appearing on his face. As he moves closer, he treads on the hidden explosive, a loud bang and cloud of dust as body parts and blood fly, Tyler grabbing the guard’s gun as his new found comrades join him. A loud gunshot and Sean Galen drops to the ground in pain, all eyes on the area that the bullet came from as they see a man with shaved blonde hair and stripes on his uniform giving away his leadership status.

“Going somewhere?”

They aim their rifles at him, he does the same, outnumbered but determined not to let them get away at any cost. Shots ring out, Dillon taking them in his chest and stomach, still standing as Tyler aims the rifle he’d taken from his guard, firing and connecting square between the eyes, dropping Durst dead before he hits the ground. They all look at Tyler, Ethan saluting.

“Time to go home soldier.”

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Standing outside Lord’s Coliseum, Dazz looked into the bright blue skies, sun raining down upon his skin as he breathed in the atmosphere before looking towards the camera, smirking slightly as his right cheek contorts just a little.

DAZZ: Looks like I’m placed right where I belong again, the main event of a pay per view. Not complaining, oh no, in fact I’m looking forward to it. Once again the NLCW fans will have the pleasure of watching me steal the show while I kick some ignorant ass at the same time. It’s kinda funny, people thinking Anarchy Inc are in some way threatening when actually they’re just a group of guys and girls trying to look tough by using the numbers game and weapons to hide the fact they were never anything more than jabronis who got lucky in their careers. I should know, hell it was my group that set the blueprints that Anarchy have followed so closely, only difference is where Chaos A.D. were talented and didn’t need to use weapons to get an advantage, Anarchy Inc….well we’ve seen what they do around here. In fact…….wait a second, excuse me.

Dazz looks away and takes a hold of his cell phone, speed dialing somebody as he waits with the phone near his right ear.

DAZZ: Hey Phil, how’s it going?

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DAZZ: Cool, listen, remember you asked a question that I couldn’t help with? Well I think I figured it out.

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DAZZ: You know, the plural term for people who give oral pleasure.

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DAZZ: Yeah, well the term is an Anarchy of cocksuckers.

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DAZZ: No problem man, anything to help.

He smiles and hangs up, placing his phone back before looking back towards the camera.

DAZZ: Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah, a group of bitches who think they have the world at their feet, who think they deserve the very best this world can offer without really doing much to earn it. Face facts ladies, none of you deserve anything more than derision, hatred and scorn from the fans who pay hard-earned money to come see great wrestlers in action then have to put up with the likes of you. I mean, you people attacked Chaos A.D. constantly, pouring jealousy and hatred all over a legendary and much beloved group yet while you criticized it, you then went on to create a piss poor version of that group and call yourselves greats. Amazes me the depths people sink, especially considering the last few months, using the numbers game to beat on people. Sure, I did that myself with Chaos A.D. but we did it purely because we could, to show that we’re in charge and that the numbers were growing with every person who saw the light and joined our forces. Anarchy do it because they’re scared, they fear what we could do to them so hide behind cheap tactics, the same cheap tactics they’ve employed their whole careers. Just a damn shame that we have to put up with the crap they spew on a regular basis and let the fans suffer seeing these idiots run roughshod all over NLCW week after week, showing their true colours after claiming for so long that they’re above average wrestlers and athletes. Making fun of NLCW’s team of the finest in the business while forgetting their own shortcomings, of which there are many.

Lets look at our team, let you the fans decide exactly which is the better group of athletes. We have Tanya Black, maybe one of the most underrated wrestlers in NLCW who is willing to take on anybody to prove a point and get fans to appreciate her talents. Here’s a woman who held the Television and Cruiserweight championships, been a Tag Team champion and held the Women’s title so far in NLCW, still she’s not getting the credit or applause she deserves. Sure at one point I didn’t know who the hell she was nor did I feel she was very threatening but the last month, having to watch her argue with Tyler and attack Anarchy Inc while injured, the girl has guts. If there were only three women I could choose to be on my team they’d be Faith, Justice and Tanya because all have more guts than any other female this company has ever seen and are capable of going far in this company beyond lower card or Women’s championships.

Speaking of Women’s championships, I’d love to know what the hell possessed Tyler to accept Scarlett Williams on the team. I mean, the woman is the most talentless, unattractive and egotistical female I’ve ever met, I’d say something along the lines of “typical Hollywood actress bullshit” but the fact is, nobody has ever heard of her before. Claims she’s the most rich and wealthy member of Team NLCW yet her money has come from sucking whichever poor sap is in charge to get championships, all the awards and statuettes supposedly from winning Emmys and Oscars yet when I checked last Avulsion, those were nothing more than replicas created from steel and painted gold. I have friends not only in the rock world but in acting too, hell I was at Eva Longoria’s wedding in Paris lately, I just missed out on dinner with Tom Hanks and his wife Rita Wilson due to our conflicting schedules. I’ve got millions in the bank thanks to my accomplished career as a pro wrestling legend and due to the fact my band Havok Rising is a multi platinum selling freight train. Think about this, my band is one of the most successful, whereas before new rock bands had their successes judged on the “Metallica Scale”, every band from Slipknot to Linkin Park to Nirvana and everyone in between asked if they’d like to be as successful as Metallica, now the Havok Scale is coming to prominence and its thanks to our great riffs, drumbeats, matter of fact lyrics that everybody can relate to and just plain greatness. That ain’t ego, look it up, right there; greatest riffs, greatest guitarists, top bass players, heaviest bands, we’ve been mentioned in those lists compiled by the magazines and websites that matter for years now, no chance of slowing down at all. A shoe-in for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame once it’s been 25 years since the release of our debut album, which came out nearly a decade ago come next February.

Then there’s the wrestling, Hall of Fame inductee in several of the top companies, over 20 World Heavyweight championship reigns in total, I earned my spot as a legendary figure in this business through sheer hard work, effort and talent without the need to drop to my knees for the boss every time a match is booked like Scarlett does. Seriously, what the hell was going through NLCW’s mind letting her on the team when I can name at least half a dozen females that are much more talented and dangerous that we could’ve picked instead. Faith, Justice, Angel Andrews, Autumn Lockwood, Jason Stylez, they’d have done the job far better instead of being ignorant and talentless bitches more concerned with how their hair looks than getting a win against this group of pricks. I can only imagine the look of horror and realization when we’re in the middle of battle in the steel cage and Scarlett suddenly drops to her knees, offering to give oral pleasure to whichever member of Anarchy Inc is near in exchange to let her pin them and get the win. God this decision makes me sick to my stomach, maybe Tyler’s had too many blows to the head to even consider her as an option. All I’m saying is, get somebody else, even if it is the last minute, or keep her the fuck out of my way because if she comes anywhere near me I’ll kick the shit out of her myself and do the whole wrestling world and the fans a favour by taking out this no-good two-bit whore. Then again, what would you expect from Sean Galen, the fact these two are fucking each other makes it obvious that these two deserve each other in their own dark corner away from those of us with talent.

Tyler Scott, my new tag team partner and co-holder of the championships I have in my possession. My second championship partner in NLCW and he’s a damn sight better than Jason Stylez was, less of an ego and Tyler doesn’t want the whole group to revolve around him, which is a refreshing change. The man gets violent when he has to and being a moody son of a bitch helps too, gives him that ability to just go out and get the job done however possible. Just a damn shame he had to go and fuck things up by asking a talentless whore to join our side rather than somebody who actually has a shred of talent and could make sure our team doesn’t have a weak link. Also a shame that me and him had to go and lose the Tag Team titles to the Filthy Ass Chumpstains or whatever the fuck they’re called. All I can say is that if me and Tyler decide to go after those belts again, we’re gonna be bringing ourselves a second reign as a team and my third in total. One thing about Tyler, he’s an intelligent man apart from the small blip in allowing Harlot on the team, that mistake aside the guy’s the perfect ally for me. Smart. Tough. Dangerous. Has an ability to see every angle, make adjustments on the fly and come out on top every single damn time despite insurmountable odds. From the bottom of LCW to the main event of 1NE battling for NLCW’s survival, I’m glad I’m on this man’s side for this one.

Someone I’ve never liked nor got on with is Sean Galen, since his debut in NLCW he’s been the most arrogant man I’ve ever had to witness in a pro wrestling company. In fact, the biggest egotistical prick in the world ever. He, just like Durst, has never really had much to show for his talents, just used his big mouth and luck but I have to admit, the guy, whether I like him or not, somehow seems to be one of the guys that some of the fans feel is beneficial to the NLCW cause. Me? I’m not so sure, I mean he’s the reason we have someone untalented on our side for the biggest match NLCW has had. Why is it the biggest match? Because everything is depending on the outcome, the future of the company is at stake and the best the company can offer are filling up eight out of ten spots on NLCW’s side. That’s why I’m kinda wondering how Sean and Scarlett could be in any way a benefactor in getting us a win. We all know she’s out of her depth but Sean….he has potential sure, hasn’t used it yet but my main concern is his closeness over the years with people we’re battling. Others may trust the guy to help us ensure victory but his history as part of the most overrated team of all time called The Saints along with Bucky, Logan and Durst, whose to say Galen isn’t secretly plotting to turn his back on us once we’re in the cage? What if we get close to winning and he suddenly decides to turn his back on us and put NLCW at a disadvantage, taking us one man down. Or two men down from what the Divas told me about Scarlett. Like I said privately to Tyler when this guy was revealed as a member of this team, me and him have never gotten along, we’ll try to now but I’ll still always have my doubts and reservations until Anarchy Inc are dead and buried and NLCW is standing victorious in the middle of the rings while the fans chant our names as heroes.

Ethan Andrews, how could I forget that guy? Other than Stylez, this man has been the biggest thorn in my side since I debuted here in January 2004, taking his place and holding the gold for him with the Fallen Angelz while he decided to go hide because he felt threatened by the new top name in NLCW. Pity really, if he hadn’t blatantly stolen my World title in my match none of this war we’ve waged since would’ve happened. We’d have probably been on the same side over the years. In fact, now I come to think of it, the first time me and Ethan crossed paths happened when he was sat at ringside next to Bryan Terwilliger and Aaron Jennings during the Wargames match between Chaos A.D. and Rebellion. Then that asshole stole my belt and beat jobbers till he made sure he dropped to Chris Champion on purpose and made me have to wait to get another shot at what’s rightfully mine. In actuality, I really can’t trust this guy, hell I said before and I’ll say it again, even though I worry Galen will jump sides halfway through, there’s a worry that Ethan will target me or get himself attacked by everybody, with the history between us it’s a safe bet that we’ll be trying to outdo each other and it’s almost guaran-damn-teed that Ethan will be the one of the two of us to fumble with the ball and find himself on the losing end of an Anarchy pinfall.

While I was busy working my ass off in both NLCW and CWF, getting involved in kicking ass like I always do, mediating between warring friends and learning the business side of things, this man hid behind his Absolution group, brainwashing Alex into thinking I was the bad guy while he sat back and didn’t get his hands dirty until he took on either Rick Majors or fought against that creaky favourite of retirement homes everywhere, Jason Stylez. Hell, we fought last year at Slamfest and he got lucky by winning, I was on the winning end of that for the majority of the match and deserved that but sneaky old Ethan once again with another screwjob. The show of respect at the end, the brief Fallen Angelz reunion when Stylez entered the ring for a few moments? I have respect for his accomplishments and for his in ring abilities, not for the way he somehow manages to defeat me in the most unsportsmanlike ways imaginable each and every time we square off. The fact that he probably got into Jason’s ear and whispered, blaming me for those attacks in the dark when it could very well be him, that just adds to the paranoia I feel having this man on the team. He is a great talent and a great help to the team, other than myself, Rick Majors and Stylez, he is the fourth cornerstone of NLCW, one of the four of us who help keep this company afloat and at the forefront of the business even if we’re not actually inside the ring every week showing how amazing we are. The man, like it or not, surpassed my record as longest reigning NLCW World Heavyweight champion in history, has been undefeated in Slamfest events the last few years and who is a top choice for anybody’s team even if some people don’t think he deserves to be there. Guess what Anarchy? You may think Ethan’s a pushover and an easy target but he’ll be mixing it up and destroying more of you single-handed than you can imagine while myself and Rick back up our fellow cornerstone, whether I wanna trust the guy or have a deep-seated dislike of him or not.

Some call him the best cruiserweight in history, I have to agree with them. Have to admit, Rick Majors is one of the finest athletes to ever set foot in the squared circle, the facts speak for themselves. The guy lives and breathes quality and class whether he’s cutting a promo, sipping fine champagne or doing what he does in the ring best, he has talent and charisma oozing from every single pore. Who better to have on the team than the longest reigning champion in NLCW history, the guy who held the Cruiserweight title undefeated for most of the year? The self-confessed “cornerstone” of NLCW and one of the most talented men I’ve ever witnessed in a ring despite the differences we’ve had over the years dating back to our Fallen Angelz days. Back then I knew he was great by watching his performances while we chased him to be a member, then when he dominated the cruiserweight division all year that just blew my damn mind right there. Higher Authority? Center of Attention? I couldn’t care less about those, both sucked as bad as Absolution and Saints did but Rick, this man is a human highlight reel in the ring and in front of a camera. His promos are classic, buying a ladder, eating in a posh restaurant, just one promo from Rick is a million times more entertaining than the entire careers of all members of Anarchy Inc and Scarlett Williams combined. Calls himself the “Impact” and the night he returned and declared his allegiance to the company he’s most known for was the biggest impact we could ever hope for when another legend added his name to the cause.

He’s right too, NLCW is nowhere near death yet these assholes claim that it is, claim that they’re doing things for the greater good. What greater good? What could possibly be greater than standing up and fighting for your company, the place you call home away from home, the company you grew, flourished as a person and as an athlete? In one arm I bleed CWF, in the other I bleed NLCW. Nothing will ever change that, not the back stabbing, not the sneak attacks, not the double, triple, quadruple teaming and certainly not the bastards that decide to wage war on the very people that got them where they are today, threats of violence, of killing us off. We’re immortals, our names light up the company like the 4th of July. Some of us are in the Hall of Fame, we’ve held World championships here, we’ve done it all and been at the very forefront of NLCW’s highlight reels, part of the greatest moments that will go down in the record books. As Rick himself said, we don’t need to win this for glory or money, we have that in spades already, what we’re here for is to ensure the next generation of superstars can come up through this business the way we did, have the very best at hand to help them up, imagine if Anarchy Inc were in charge. This company would collapse faster than the World Trade Center.

Another former Cruiserweight champ, hell one of the best Television champions since Matt “Icey” Arren, the last member to the team as of this week until we finally get to see the tenth man or woman at 1NE. Man I’m looking forward to this, “Sugar” Shane Perry, this guy’s actually on our team, a definite talent and a major help for the team, one of NLCW’s younger stars who has had run-ins with members of Team NLCW and with Anarchy Inc over the years. Took the fight to Chris Logan in LCW and was on top, held the American title till Derrick Lambert screwed him over and ducked him, this kid’s got a score to settle and a point to prove with these guys. The fact me and Perry haven’t got to work together until now is a damn shame but to be teaming with a solid athlete for a great cause in such a huge match, makes me glad he’s back and out of his hiatus.

Alex Taylor. My old tag team partner and blood brother. Most say me and Alex were the greatest tag team in professional wrestling history because we were so dominant in every company we found ourselves in. I’m inclined to agree with that statement, from RWF to CWA, only place we haven’t been a tag team is NLCW. I guess the last Wargames match when we were part of Chaos A.D. back at NLCW’s Fallout and this Sunday’s Wargames battling as part of Team NLCW will be the only times in this company we were on the same side against another team. This is something I’m looking forward to, letting the NLCW fans and those still employed here see the very best team in history once again taking out the trash and showing Anarchy Inc just what me and Alex are all about.

It’s cool, me and him go way back and since people here are used to us throwing shots at each other and insulting each other, now we stand united again, as one. It’s been great seeing him go from the guy with potential but no clue how to use his skills into the big name he’s become, dangerous, he’s on top of his game judging by the last month I’ve had the pleasure to work with him again and watch him training and preparing himself to step into the war with Anarchy head on. There’s nothing this man can’t do, remember the last Wargames? Remember the 10 Weapon Exploding Cage me and Alex had against each other at Slamfest a few years back, how brutal the two of us got in those matches? Think to now, several years later with us being even bigger, even better, more focused and much, much more dangerous, fighting not only for our own survival but for the survival of this very company and the many wrestlers, stagehands, announcers and fans who are relying on us to take NLCW back for their benefit. It’s not gonna be a pretty sight and to those in Anarchy Inc who feel that this match will be a walkover and truly believe they’ll be the ones to come out on top and dominate this company, better to start thinking again right now because with the blood Alex has spilt the last few months in battle with Chris Logan and having to take the brunt of the cowardly and quite frankly disgusting, appalling and disrespectful beatings he’s suffered because of you assholes, unable to face him or any one of us head on, having to sneak attack or use numbers and weapons to try and take us down. I can just hear you asking yourselves how it’s disrespectful and since none of you have a clue what the word respect means it falls down to me to explain it. You see, respect is something the fans give you when they watch an in ring performance or a televised promo and believe you to be nothing short of great. Respect is what fellow athletes give when they take you on inside the ring or watch you, knowing how much effort, blood, sweat and tears you’re putting into it, giving your all every single night of the week, 52 weeks a year. When people see your athleticism and dedication to this sport, they give you the respect you’re due, when they look up and down your career history, see the things you’ve done for the good of the business, the achievements you held under your own merit and talents, that gets you respect. Not one of you has given me respect for what I’ve done for this company, what I’ve done for this business and not one of you deserves respect for your actions, respect isn’t deserved for those who toss aside the company and the people that gave them opportunities nor is it given to those who continually attack people from behind then demand attention. I respect Alex, I respect all but two members of this team, one because she’s as gutless, as untalented and as disrespectful as you people and the second person because nobody but Tyler Scott knows who it is to be able to sing their praises.

If I did know though, I’d welcome him or her with open arms for deciding to take a stand for the good of this business and take down snot nosed punks like you. You have your own mystery ass kisser but we have a mystery partner to counter that and to ensure that we are the successful team come Sunday night. There’s nothing I like more than to know who I’m working with and when the buzzer sounds and he or she is revealed to the world, heads will turn towards that stage and I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about that moment. It’s gonna be great seeing your faces the moment our partner is revealed, being able to see the looks of shock and horror up close and personal as every single one of you begins to shake in your boots and wonder just what the hell you’ve let yourselves in for.

As you can see, NLCW has pulled out all the stops in bringing together the very best in the company as well as those with the biggest scores to settle with Anarchy Inc and its band of idiots. It’s a damn shame when some fans are dumb enough to side with the monkeyspanks and believe their hype, thinking NLCW is done for. Remember ladies and gentlemen, I tried to take down NLCW back in 2004 when Chaos A.D. decided to step into another company, sure we had to take on Rebellion and defeated them with ease but fact of the matter was, NLCW still stood up to us and it’s still here now fighting against this weaker version of my old group. Do they really think they’re doing something new and innovative? Seriously, when the majority, hell some would argue the entire group is full of people who got lucky and achieved more than they deserve, that’s a sad indication of the group’s cultural impact, representing today’s society that is fame hungry and willing to do whatever it takes for their 15 minutes of fame, the public remembering the idiots who don’t deserve it rather than the talented people who worked their asses off their whole lives to get to where they are today. This isn’t a world where you take what you want without paying your dues first, everybody on Team NLCW has been through the wringer and left their blood, sweat and tears in all four corners of the globe in their quest to make their name in this industry they love so much. Take Ethan Andrews for example, take Rick Majors, myself, Alex Taylor, we spent years making people believe in our talents, appreciate our abilities and put our bodies on the line constantly to gain the respect of our peers and the fans.

Dazz smiles, reaching out of shot and taking an opened can of Dr Pepper, sipping from it as his throat shows signs of swallowing the cool delicious liquid before he places it back out of shot and sighs gently.

DAZZ: Now unfortunately we move onto the biggest group of talentless idiots since The Saints broke up, sorry to have to do this fans because I know this was the part you were dreading but has to be done all the same. Somebody has to tell these jackasses how pathetic and lame they are so without further ado….

He takes another deep breath as people continue to work in the background behind him.

DAZZ: Mike Bessette, not much is known about him actually, he’s hardly been around, in fact I don’t even remember seeing him competing so what good will he be? This is a prime example of what I’ve been trying to say for weeks now, people who don’t deserve to be main eventing and don’t have a damn thing to show for themselves yet this group is always complaining about how they’re being allegedly “held back” and “not able to show their true talents”. Calling themselves the greatest wrestlers in NLCW yet they drag out people like this? Man, I'm glad I'm not the only one who looked at the list of opponents we have, saw Mike's name and wondered "who the fuck is that?". When this group claims to have the very best wrestlers in NLCW on their team then bring out somebody that the boys in the back, the fans and the wrestling reporters have never heard of....that just shows how "credible" Anarchy Inc are and how much of a "threat" they believe themselves to be.

Kelly Rien is another only she actually showed some promise in her matches, taking the fight to the untalented bitch known as Scarlett Williams and having her longstanding rivalry for the Women’s championship over a long period of time. Still doesn’t mean I have a clue who the hell she is either, what is it with NLCW these days? Great female wrestlers are either retired like Angel Andrews, screwed up emotionally and hardly showing up like Justice or unused and left to rot like Faith while the sluts who have nothing going for them dominate the scene and exchange the titles between themselves in pillow fights or whatever pointless, disrespectful way these alleged women compete in nowadays. Is it too much to ask for the glory days when true greats like Faith and Justice battled and held the title instead of women who don’t know a wristlock from a wristwatch and are far more concerned with their looks than carving a true legacy by being both talented, attractive, ruthless and intelligent?

Somebody very familiar to Rick Majors and now familiar to me thanks to last week’s tag title defense, Derrick Lambert. Last week you and Kindred got lucky my friend, with my mind wondering what the hell Scarlett is doing on our side and Tyler focused on our mystery partner and this week’s match, you and Kindred managed to do what you Anarchy assholes always do and take advantage, stealing our championships like I had a feeling you would. Complaining and laughing it up when your Anarchy butt buddies come running to your aid, helping you attack the very people you were friends with while you watch then leave to join the people you hated, the idiots who almost put you on the shelf permanently, now your new allies.

Derrick, Rick's coming for you, I hope you're ready. You're a "high roller", whether that means you're a gambler or you're in charging of Frank's smokes doesn't make a difference because at 1NE, you're gambling with your life and after Wargames, you'll be smoked like Frank's best friend.

Then we have his tag team partner Kindred London, a man I used to respect for his talents and accomplishments in NLCW but since his membership in Anarchy Inc’s ranks, well lets just say the guy has lost his way and become the very thing he used to fight against once upon a time. Pile-ups Kindred? Wash-outs? Sir you’re mistaken, back when you had the potential for the world to be at your feet you certainly didn’t believe that. But of course, now you share company with the biggest load of wannabes in wrestling history of course you’re going to share their jealousy of what the majority of us on Team NLCW have done for this company, for this industry. It’s only right after all that the feeblest minds like yours will show their true colours and go hiding away, not daring to come out and strike until they have the numbers game to their advantage. You talk about winning the Tag Team titles as if it’s some huge accomplishment, beating the bigger and better names than you and your clown of a partner will ever be, bringing home the gold I believe were your words, correct? What you fail to see though Kindred is that me and Tyler, we allowed it to happen. We allowed you to think you had it all just to make your downfall that little bit sweeter. The faction that believes it has all the power in the world being smashed in the biggest match every single one of you will ever experience in your lives, killing you all off and then picking apart the scraps and bringing home what you all hold. What you all cherish. Your war isn’t about championship gold and running things your way though is it? Your war is about trying to prove to the fans that you’re all bona fide main eventers, top dogs, kings of the mountain when everybody but the ten of you knows that you’re all nothing but glorified jobbers made to look good by management so that the real talent can waltz in and break you all apart when the time’s right.

Kindred my deluded friend, the so-called “months of dominance” you say Anarchy has been on lately is an illusion. You really think we’d be walked all over by the likes of you? You know as well as I do that people like me, like Tyler, like Alex, like almost everyone on this damn team would much rather hold everything in, laughing behind your backs at how we pulled the wool over your eyes yet again, let you give us what you consider a beating then sat in the back with just scratches planning our next move, watching it run like clockwork. You don’t seriously believe that me, a tag specialist back in the day, would lose to a couple of inbreds like you and Lambert do you? Like I said, all part of the plan.

Anarchy Inc have a mystery partner too, looking at the people they’ve admitted to brainwashing for their cause I’m not holding my breath for whoever they’re hiding to be any more moronic or untalented as the rest of this group. Really does boggle the mind how they could recruit ten people and be able to hide their final entrant to the hall of shame currently trying to take over the only company that would employ them. Kinda funny, I was saying this years ago and now hopefully people will finally listen to me. I was saying back then when Chaos A.D. tried to take over and run NLCW however we wanted that this place was full of ass kissers and those who didn’t deserve to be in this business let alone holding championship gold and throughout I had constant criticism for what I was saying, so-called “loyalists” to the company like Frank and Bucky telling me to leave if I didn’t like it, telling me that what I was saying was hurting the company and that NLCW was the greatest wrestling company in the world. Now look at them. Frank and Bucky are fighting AGAINST this company, trying to kill it off rather than admit they’re a couple of never-will-be idiots, deluding themselves they have abilities far beyond their means. Whoever this mystery person is, I’m not sure whether to mock them for joining the worst rabble of assholes in the business or to pity them for being pathetic enough to have stuff in common with Anarchy and its members.

Isaac Reynolds, a young kid with the whole world at his feet right now. Started in NLCW months ago as a rookie, greener than the grass Frank smokes daily to keep himself delusional but with a lot of potential and some talent underneath that huge hulking exterior. The kid even held the TV title for a long time undefeated till I gave him his first loss, took the belt away then lost focus thanks to Stylez and his revelations. Isaac won it back though, held onto it for a while then got the ass kicking of a lifetime when we squared off again but I wasn’t interested in taking the title from him again, I just wanted to send him a message, I will always be better than he is and no matter what championship he holds here in NLCW, as long as I’m around then whatever title or win streak he has, I could easily take it away like that.

You know the thing that bothers me most about Isaac? The fact that although he has talent and can hold onto a championship with his abilities despite his young age, the kid had to run off and join up with Anarchy Inc. Why? Seriously, Isaac, you could be doing anything with your career but you side with a bunch of arrogant pricks with nothing going for them? You changed man and went from being a quiet kid, eager to learn and full of self doubt about your talents in the ring to being a cocky son of a bitch who talks the same bullshit as his newfound friends on a regular basis, uses the same tired excuses and insults they somehow find funny and intelligent and then, as a total slap in the face to anybody decent who has held that Television championship and to anybody good enough to keep their heads above water in this fickle and difficult business, decides that instead of defending the title against anybody, as the rules state, no matter who they are, what gender they’re born as, whatever injuries they suffer, he makes up his own rules and acts like the true puppet he is, unable to think for himself by defending against Anarchy members only. Are they so scared of losing a title that they need to battle amongst themselves, have Isaac win over Lambert, Frank, Huey, Duey and Louie just to make sure they not only hold onto gold but also to act as if they’re competitive enough to put the straps against anybody? I mean, the last month or so Isaac had only defended the TV title against Anarchy Inc members, his only loss since I handed him another beating has been to Bucky Skyler to hand that bitch a championship, make him feel special and wanted, while he then let Isaac take his American championship. It’s truly pathetic, what happened to sportsmanship, testing yourself against a variety of opponents? Then again, this is Anarchy Inc we’re talking about so what sportsmanship? What ability?

I saw your little tour guide Isaac, very nice, claiming that the fiercest of creatures are on Anarchy’s side when in fact none of you are as dangerous or deadly as a woodlouse is to a Great White shark. You’re all just a pack of mangy, filthy little mutts with no teeth, all bark and no bite. You can walk around claiming you’re some sort of vanilla gorilla but in reality, you’re not even close. Gorillas are intelligent, dangerous, violent creatures and you Isaac, you’re the total opposite. You’re not dangerous at all, the only thing you’re a danger to is yourself for believing the crap they have you talking week in and week out. You’re not violent, the most violent I’ve ever seen you is hitting a clothesline while I’ve seen women like Faith purposefully suplexing herself and an opponent onto a board of barbed wire set ablaze just to prove a point that she can be tough and destroy the true Hardcore Icon in this business. I’ve seen men have their ankles snapped clean in half and still put up a fight on one wheel, coming out the victor in brutal and bloody contests. Don’t talk to me about violence Isaac, I’ve been there, bought the t-shirt, set it on fire then wore it while it burned just so I could throw myself at imbeciles like you and damage them more than they could possibly imagine. And intelligent? You? The guy who went from a newcomer eager to learn, walking straight into that group of cults posing as some sort of religion or family, wanting to become the next Manson family but ending up more Shirley Manson than Charlie Manson. Suddenly gaining yourself what you think is a smart mouth but in reality just repeating the same things over and over just like they do, lacking in imagination so having to make up for it by copying what happened in the past, stating lies and untruths as if it will change people’s minds. You also have that air of cockiness that is not only gonna be the downfall of Anarchy Inc, it will be your downfall too. Acting as if you’re something special, something deadly when you’re nothing more than a rookie who doesn’t know a damn thing about this business, doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying but is told with such conviction that he believes every piece of crap that comes from his team’s lips.

Bucky Skyler, the very bitch I was talking about. Our new Television champion. That means we have to suffer this man’s inability to entertain every single week or whenever he gets the balls to even defend the gold against somebody that isn’t in his little club. That’s if Dillon gives permission for Bucky to hold his balls, usually that job’s left to Chris Logan. This is a guy who apparently has held every championship the uWo had to offer within months, a Hall of Fame member in that now defunct company yet everybody who first saw this man wrestle when he debuted in NLCW thought he was just starting out fresh from wrestling school. I’d wonder how the hell he even managed to achieve those kinds of things but then again, this is uWo we’re talking about and considering Jason Stylez ran that company and his inability to run anything is common knowledge, well, you do the math here. I felt sorry for this guy, letting him beat me to get a shot at my World title in the most dangerous match ever, allowing him to gain a contract when he came knocking at CWF’s door, wanting to have a chance and get as far away from the hardcore stereotype as possible while NLCW left him as the forgotten guy in that division. What thanks did I get? The guy attacked me backstage, decided not to pursue the International title then walked back to NLCW, siding with whatever group took him in under their wing until he got bored and sucked the life out of the next fraternity he found.

Bucky seemed destined to be great in Chaos A.D. but like all the other groups he jumped into, he just used us for his own gains then jumped ship while we were trying to help him move up the ladder. This is what he did as part of Higher Authority, as part of The Saints, it’s what he’s doing right now in Anarchy Inc. People think the guy got the American title and now the TV title on his own merits but those people are blind or brain dead because the guy only gets championships with the help of others. Did he go through an epic battle with Isaac Reynolds to gain the title he carries around? No, they just went through ten minutes of foreplay before Isaac laid down for him and they swapped championships. Typical Anarchy Inc tactics right there. The thing about Bucky is that he is one of those who took great pride in poking fun at me, Faith and whoever he didn’t like, not realising that nobody really likes him, they just pity him for being so unintelligent and lacking wrestling ability. Plus he’s also not very funny at all, not once has anybody laughed at this moron’s attempts at jokes, he’s like a 4 year old trapped in a retard’s body. Does he honestly think that he’ll be nothing short of a threat to NLCW, does he truly believe we fear him because if he does then he’s sadly mistaken. It’s like claiming Bill Gates can win a toughman contest in all honesty.

Then again, this is a man who spends too much time watching horror movies, dreaming of being the serial killer when in actuality he’s the first teenager to be murdered at the very beginning, coincidentally that first victim is usually a woman, how befitting. To think that he can run around with his fists and a knife murdering people……that’s as funny as saying the guy is intelligent. It just shows though, his little fantasies of stabbing, slicing, that right there is a truthful statement from this jackass proving that he needs to use weapons to take people down rather than ability, the sign of a true garbage wrestler, just like him to be willing to die for a cause that he doesn’t even understand. If he knew the true nature of Dillon’s war, the real reasons he’s gathering up the gullible and the bottom of the barrel wrestlers to do his fighting for him, I know damn sure that Bucky will run off screaming like the scared little boy he really is. Having seen him in the Chaos A.D. locker room, seen him in a meeting with CWF higher ups, with NLCW higher ups, he was like a rabbit caught in the headlights, needed people to hold his hand and guide him because he was too damn nervous, hence this bullshit façade he hides behind, pretending he’s a tough guy, pretending he’s dangerous, pretending he’s the homicidal maniac he watches in the movies and on television. Take away the weapons, take away the matches where only violence is needed and you get a guy who can’t wrestle a damn, thinks he’s better than he actually is and cries himself to sleep at night over the fact that everybody can see how untalented the man is while he doesn’t understand why he’s the company’s laughing stock. Does he really think Dillon Durst, Chris Logan and the other Anarchy assholes care about him? Does he think they’ll be there for him when there’s nothing left? These are men with a track record for jumping ship almost as much as Bucky does, to believe they’ll support him and be with him every step of his career no matter what is plain naïve.

To think, I may have been the only person in the wrestling world to place some faith in this guy, try and help him become something big despite the fact he’s nowhere near being anything other than lower card material yet he throws it back in my face by not only attempting to insult my abilities and intelligence but also taking shots at my ex-fiance, claiming she’s somehow “old and wrinkly” or “ugly” when he knows as well as I and everybody else that she’s barely in her mid 20s and has won various fan polls and hot body awards in every company she’s competed in, NLCW fans voted her the sexiest and most underrated female in NLCW history. Personally I think the guy’s jealous because he’s never been with anybody so hot in his life, me and Faith were equals not only in personality but in ability and looks, always being at the top of polls and other fan-involved articles yet Bucky has always had to do what he’s always done. Hide his many defects and latch onto whichever woman looked his way, sucking the life out of her until she decides to ditch him because while he thinks of himself as a wild-eyed madman when in reality he’s just a bug-eyed little rat who feeds on the trash and the scraps left to him by those who pretend to care then dump him when they’ve finished waging whatever pathetic battle against the system that made them all. It’s a well known fact this man doesn’t have the intelligence to see that he’s being used by Anarchy but if he’s stupid enough to not be able to figure it out for himself and make his own way in this business without needing someone to hold his hand then that’s his problem. Call yourself the Saviour? If we all have to listen to your crappy promos and watch your piss-poor matches any longer, we really will need a saviour and buddy, you're not it.

The 4:20 man himself Frank Merritt, somebody also without talent, intelligence, wit or creativity. That’ll probably explain why the guy uses the same damn things, thinks they’re insults and repeats them over and over while only he and other dumbasses like Bucky find it funny. Again, Frank is yet another example of when a curtain jerker suddenly finds himself with the big boys through nothing less than a miracle then thinks he’s as good as if not better when he’s not worthy to lick the dog shit from our boots. Another unfunny, untalented load his momma should’ve swallowed, god forbid she was paid enough that night so the story goes, whose ideas are far above his expectations, another jackalope who jumped on somebody else’s coattails, rode them to glory then jumped ship and betrayed those who dick he rode all his career, spouting bull about them being “relics” or “old” or whatever boring, tired cliché he can imagine next and pretend he’s being new and innovative. I’d ask if he was high when he said a lot of the things he’s said, especially the last few months, but that’s pretty much expected. Nobody in their right mind would talk the bullshit he does, think their mindless fumbling and miraculous and quite frankly shocking wins was down to pure skill and talent and make claims about “killing off” something that won’t ever die, trust me Frank, I tried to kill NLCW off before you dragged your blunt smoking talentless ass from whatever hole in the wall cesspit you “wrestled” in before you found this place.

You see, you can bring whatever idiotic, brainwashed crowd you can find, hell you call yourself a “one man army” yet you need a gathering of Kool-Aid drinking cocksuckers to soothe you, wipe the drool from your bubbling lips, change your diapers and tell you that you’re special and different to all the others. Frank, don’t make me laugh man, I’ve been in this industry for almost a decade and I’ve seen my fill of big brainless morons who claim to be the biggest, the baddest, the toughest, all staking their claim to be the one to end somebody else’s career for whatever reasons they have and yet every single time, they fail. Wouldn’t surprise me if all of those failures were standing supporting you, their newest leader, a man to take them to new levels of mediocrity, levels which are still far below the expectations of those of us who actually possess greatness. Wanna know the hilarious thing? You talk as if you’re a threat to Team NLCW, as if you’re a threat to me, to Ethan. The only nugget of truth is the fact that there is a trust issue between myself and Ethan but in your stupidity you managed to fuck even that up. It isn’t a case of wondering whether Ethan can trust me, if we’re on the same side there’s no question I’ll remain loyal and watch his back till the bitter end, it’s the fact that I’m not sure about him. Talking of watching each other’s backs, how was Dillon last night? I know how you Anarchy boys like to watch each other’s backs all the time, seeing every bead of sweat roll down your spine while you assfuck each other into utter bliss and ignorance of the fact that NLCW won’t die because you say it will, because you and a few razor-happy jerkys want to create a warped utopia where the sky is purple and people everywhere jerk off to the Durst version of the Bible. “Thou shalt not take out your dick unless staring upon the Lord’s image”. “Thou shalt not possess an ounce of charisma or talent”. Bet you don’t even know the meaning of the word utopia, having seen you in action the last few years I’d bet you think utopia is some exotic drug. What is it you smoke to become so dumb, so abrasive in your words and actions that you think you’re the greatest anything?

Alex used to smoke pot, the travels between shows were full of the smoke, the smell of it lingering for months at a time even when he stopped doing it but the moment he stopped he realised that the man he thought he was before, he was nowhere close to that. Since he stopped he’s shown how intelligent he is, how amazing an athlete he is and everything he says and does is pure gold. Now look at you, not only are you more susceptible to these ramblings of a man you consider a leader when all he does is spout bullshit, you’re self-deluded and better yet, your mind will be so addled with marijuana that it’ll be easy for anybody, even someone as small as Tanya Black, to take you down and destroy you. Most dangerous NLCW Hardcore champion ever? Dude, you wouldn’t be dangerous even if you wore a bomb belt and exhaled pure anthrax. You consider yourself akin to the Ebola virus but in all honesty you’re nothing but a 5 second brain freeze.

What can I say about the current World Heavyweight champion Chris Logan? Not sure to be honest, until a few months ago I never even heard of this guy, suddenly a nobody was the NLCW World champion and I had to sit back and take notice that the championship that has been my divine birthright and my rightful possession is around the waist of some random guy who nobody had even heard of before just boggles the mind, it beggars belief how the likes of you could hold that prize, especially when you align yourself with people like Dillon Durst.

Have you not learned yet from the mistakes you’re making siding with these people? Did Alex not teach you a lesson in the months he battled you for the belt you currently hold, scarring your mind with images of true battle, memories imprinted on your brain forever more? Looking at you and the way you are I seriously doubt it. After all, you’re the guy who got lucky in the Sultan tournament until you got beat by a jackass who was subsequently fired, then beat other nobodies to get your grubby little paws on the World championship, another example of mediocre holding great things. Before you held the belt I had no idea who you were, only finding out when Team NLCW’s members clued me in. Apparently you had fierce battles with Shane Perry in LCW but until Sultan of the Squared Circle earlier this year, nobody knew what else you’d done. Just seemed to exist in a blank world where life went on and ignored you completely. Don’t blame them really, you’ve had the championship a few months now and not once have I heard mention of a title defense lately nor have you done anything of note that people will remember at all. Typical, just like the reigns that Galen, Durst and countless others had, like the members of Anarchy Inc with titles are ignored due to the lack of appeal or general apathy that fans have towards these people. Nobody cares about Anarchy Inc, nobody cares about the current title holders, nobody really cares for your World title run either in all honesty. You’re failing to realise Chris, not even Anarchy give a shit about you. You believe you’re their champion, the representative clutching the World championship, leading the charges to a hollow and transparent victory. You’re nothing of the sort Chris. Your job is to hold onto that belt because Dillon Durst is incapable of doing it himself, if and when he decides to return full time and suck dick to get back in the main events he’ll demand you hand that strap over to him, no questions asked while he craves his attention and demands rather than earning. People like you, you’re just like me Chris, you worked your ass off from the ground up to get that title, when I returned last year I could’ve demanded I get placed into the main event scene where I belong but I chose to work from the bottom and climb the ladder like I did here 3 and a half years ago, show the disbelievers who hear the lies spewed about me over the years and think every piece of that bullshit is true when it plainly isn’t, show my worth, show how hard I worked to get to my legend status and how I’m willing to work my ass off to get back there rather than go the Durst way of saying “I’m ready to come back, give me the title”. If you don’t believe he’ll take the belt for himself then toss you aside like the puppet you are then you, my friend, are as deluded as the rest of them.

And then finally there’s the man who started this all, who continued to attempt to piss all over the Chaos A.D. legacy while at the same time copying ideas from it, Dillon Durst. The self-proclaimed “Legacy” of NLCW who is another who got lucky and should never have risen above Television title status. I really wasn’t around when this man rose to the top and I’m actually pretty thankful for that because while he showed promise in his early tenure in the company, I’d have hated to see this man’s attitude and ego go astray since then. I find it upsetting when somebody turns out like that, wanting to try and destroy the very thing that made them a success. It’d be like John Lennon trying to kill the Beatles or Keith Richards turning his back on the Rolling Stones once they helped him get famous.

It’s ridiculous when you think about it, the sheer arrogance and ignorance of this man to think he can turn his back on the only company dumb enough to reward him for being an overrated midcarder then to claim that he’s doing this for the greater good. It’s like saying Al Thadius is shy and has talent, purely ridiculous and incomprehensible how anybody can take anything Durst says seriously. Just look at the guy, the man’s completely delusion, moreso than the idiots who believe the absolute shit he speaks every time his mouth opens. The poor guy, was never good enough to struggle past curtain jerking yet the idiots in charge at the time gave him a pedestal and turned him into the man we see before us, someone who gained everything for reasons not only God himself knows and then began to hate and pick apart everything that gave him what he’s achieved. Had all his career highlights handed to him on a plate, the result of the bosses of the day struggling to find somebody to replace me after I walked in disgust at what they were doing to this company, so desperate they decided to take the bottom of the barrel, punch a hole through it and welcome people like Dillon Durst, Sean Galen and every single member of Anarchy Inc to the main event dance.

What really pisses me off about this man is that he pretends he’s the first to battle against NLCW, the first to want to stand up against it and prove to the world that his beliefs are better than those in charge. It’s a fact, Chaos A.D. were once again pioneers, while we didn’t kill NLCW we sent a message, telling the world just who in the hell we are and doesn’t matter who we are or whether our legends were made during the Chaos days or after, everybody in NLCW, the fans around the globe and even those with nothing to do with this company whisper our names amongst the greats this place has seen tread the boards; Dazz…..Alex Taylor…..Faith…….Souless……each one of us helped not only shape the landscape here, we helped shape people like you. In fact, I remember a time Dillon when I was standing against Matt Blumenfeld while he was in management position here, speaking the truth about how NLCW was full of talentless assholes more eager to kiss ass than show ability, how corrupt that staffing was while it was you Dillon, you along with Bucky, Frank, Rick Majors and several no-name jabronis trying to force me out, saying my views were wrong, the place was perfect. Look at you now. Still unable to prove to the world what you believe in your head to be, still unable to find your true niche, unable to stand out from the crowd, unable to become unique. I can’t think of a single important event, a single decent World champion that NLCW has had between Alex’s first reign after beating Chris Champion to the Dominic Pericolo era when he battled late last year to hold onto it. Fact of the matter is, I’m not the only one who hasn’t got a clue, that whole period is washed into a giant blur of mediocrity and now NLCW has finally, FINALLY, dragged itself out of that, the biggest purveyors of mediocre abilities decides to enter the fray and duplicate things that better and more popular teams, namely Chaos A.D. and Absolution, have done previously while claiming it as your own original concept.

How dare this man and anybody else in Anarchy Inc or even Team NLCW see just Ethan, Rick and Sean and not see past those, find my face there. Galen's nothing, never has been, never will be, he's only here for the ride because he's at least smart enough to get away from idiots like Durst. Rick and Ethan? Yeah they're big, they're cornerstones of NLCW but so am I. I was here when Ethan wasn't, dominating NLCW first as Hardcore champion and Tag Team champion, eventually as World Heavyweight champion within a matter of 3 months or less. Rick was Cruiserweight champion but his legend wasn't sealed until his astonishing title reign had ended. This just shows the fact that every member of Anarchy Inc and all those who associated themselves with these assholes over the years are wearing blinkers, knowing nothing of anyone's successes but their own due to sheer arrogance and ignorance. This is the prime reason NLCW HAS to take these pricks down once and for all.

After finding himself both exhausted at talking and disgusted at the people he's had to talk about, Dazz finally wraps up his promo as the lights in the hallway glint in his shades, a white light reflected for a flash of a second.

DAZZ: So here we have it, the war is on. Team NLCW taking on an undeserving slut, two blind "gangstas" who have coasted along in groups their whole careers, relying on each other to add up both their incompetentcies to make one untalented team. We have a nobody, hell all are nobodies but this guy even more than usual, a jackass who thinks he's a serial killer, a rookie who believes he's dangerous rather than green around the ears, a self-proclaimed "monster", obviously coming to that conclusion while high, a World champion who prefers to stay in the shadows without defending it while claiming to be the best, a mystery opponent who obviously must be good at oral pleasure to want to be involved in this rabble and finally a ringleader who thinks of his group as an original and innovative cult when in actuality, it's just full of cunts who have ideas far above their station.

With a final smile towards the cameras showing his perfect white teeth, Dazz steps to his left, leaving the scene as the background becomes blurry until blackness takes over the screen.