  Slowly, on the screen, a countdown appears: it reads 20 minutes. 20 minutes... 20 minutes left until NLCW vs LCW airs live, worldwide. 20 minutes to go... The timer fades, and the Limelight studio takes it's place. There are no cheers-- no fans audible at all in fact-- as Dade Midvalley walks into the studio with a smirk on his face. Dade Midvalley: Welcome everyone, we're only 20 minutes away from what many are calling the end of an era. The No Limits Championship Federation, taking on Limited Championship Wrestling, to decide which of the two federations will reign supreme in this fine industry. Whoever loses, tonight... will be gone forever. Will we see the end of the NLCW's legacy, or can it rise up against the LCW threat and stand tall against all odds? Find out, here tonight! But first, let's go over a few things that have happened tonight, leading into the event. Dade Midvalley makes his way across the set towards a wide-screen television, looking to it first and then back to the camera. Dade Midvalley: As many of you know, tonight's Limelight featured some incredible matches on their own, but they also featured a few incredible moments as well. Let's take a look. The screen flickers to life, and then...
Dade smiles, looking at the screen a moment longer before nodding his head and looking back towards the camera. Dade Midvalley: Thanks for rallying the troops, Tanya... you certainly have my support. Alright! So, like I said... some pretty great stuff happened on Limelight. We opened up the show for the fans with LCWers Trent and Splinter taking on each other. Let's take a look at how that went!
Dade Midvalley: Surprisingly close match, actually... alot closer then the match that followed anyway. "The Mime" Jon Nogadales took on Derrick Lambert and, well... let's just say it was a massacre. I've never seen a Mime kick so much ass; take a look at the ending, for God's sake.
Dade Midvalley: It was not pretty, folks, not pretty at all. Needless to say, Nogadales retained his Television Championship. However, the biggest match of the night was still to come shortly after... and what a match it was! Violent A vs Jason D'Angelo, an incredible showing between two unstoppable forces!
Dade Midvalley: Congratulations to D'Angelo for the very close victory, it's a shame you've yet to decide to come back to this place fulltime though. Make up your mind already, sheesh! Dade shakes his head, and then begins walking away from the screen. Dade Midvalley: Anyway folks, that's about all the time we have. I'll see you all at the PPV! And, on that note, the scene fades away... and the timer appears once more. It soon becomes apparent as to why Dade cut things short so abruptley. 00:04 00:03 00:02 00:01... 
September 30th, 2006 - AT&T Center - San Antonio, Texas
You have a chance to really shine now Well patience never was, one of your true virtues And stop trying to control everything, and fuck what they say, what do you have to prove? The LCW invades Avulsion, the C.U.N.T.s attacking Chris Champion backstage. So why am I waiting, this time that I'm wasting, if that's what you mean So why am I waiting, yeah, this time that I'm wasting, if that's what you mean Chris Champion, in turn, invades Showcase... and rips through the entire roster, only being stopped when Phil Castle comes in and turns on the NLCW. How will this be, when all is said and done, will I know where I'm from, remember me Where will I be, I guess I'm on the run, and time is catching up behind me, Behind me yeah, behind me yeah, behind me Bucky Skylar and Rick Majors argue over the spot as Team Captain for Team NLCW, despite there not really being an official spot for it, only going to further show the distressful state of the NLCW's roster. I'm scared to be the only one who sees The hourglass run dry, 'cause too much time went by And why do I try to prove that I will be, ready for everything thrown at me Dominic Pericolo tries to talk things through with Tanya Black, to settle their differences, but to no real avail. So why am I waiting, this time that I'm wasting, if that's what you mean So why am I waiting, yeah, this time that I'm wasting, if that's what you mean Robert Bordeaux actually challenges Chris Champion, much to the shock of everyone. The LCW proceeds to be deemed the Lumberjacks for the match, much to the shock of no one. How will this be, when all is said and done, will I know where I'm from, remember me Where will I be, I guess I'm on the run, and time is catching up behind me, yeah How will this be, when all is said and done, will I know where I'm from, remember me, yeah Where will I be, I guess I'm on the run, and time is catching up behind me Team NLCW stands tall on Avulsion, having stopped Team LCW from destroying Champion before the event ever begins. These thoughts trickle down, imaginary lines cut through the ground These thoughts trickle down, imaginary lines cut through the ground Dominic Pericolo, NLCW World Heavyweight Champion, hits the End of Existence. Sean Galen, the LCW Champion, hits the Equalizer. So why am I waiting, this time that I'm wasting, if that's what you mean So why am I waiting, yeah, this time that I'm wasting, if that's what you mean The faces of Team NLCW: Chris Champion, Rick Majors, Bucky Skylar, Kindred London, Tanya Black and Shane Perry. How will this be, when all is said and done, will I know where I'm from, remember me Where will I be, I guess I'm on the run, and time is catching up behind me, yeah How will this be, when all is said and done, will I know where I'm from, remember me, yeah The faces of Team LCW: Phil Castle, Aiden Miles, Fuel, Chris Logan, Splinter and Remi Bonneau. Where will I be, I guess I'm on the run, and time is catching up behind me AJ: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS QUITE POSSIBLY ONE OF THE BIGGEST NIGHTS IN NLCW AND LCW HISTORY!! We're coming to you LIVE from San Antonio, Texas, in the AT&T Center and fans, WELCOME, TO NLCW VERSUS LCW! I'm Aaron Jennings, alongside my partner in crime, "Flyin'" Bryan Terlwillinger! BT: And, beside me as well are our LCW colleagues... Joseph Witt and Charles Mires! Joseph Witt: Thanks Bryan, and welcome everyone to the night we LCW fans have all been waiting for! Tonight the boys of the LCW will be out to shut down the NLCW and claim supremacy in this business once and for all! Charles Mires: HELL. YES! This event is NOT going to be one you'll want to miss out on, folks! Don't go anywhere, at ALL!! AJ: We'll see about that, you two... for now, let's head over to our Spanish announce team! The scene switches to the Spanish announce team seated next to them. Carlos Sanchez: ¡Ventiladores agradables a NLCW contra LCW! ¡La herencia de una de estas federaciones va esta noche a terminar! A mi socio de la difusión me ensamblo al lado de mí, matón Aguila. ¡El matón, dice los ventiladores sobre el acontecimiento principal doble de la esta noche! Hector Aguila: ¡Gente bien, es muy simple! ¡Los títulos de NLCW y de LCW estarán en la línea entre Dominic Pericolo y Sean Galen, ambos hombres que miran para llevar el hogar del oro su federación! ¡Sin embargo, porque todos lo que saben, puede ser que no puedan a! ¡El segundo acontecimiento principal de la noche va a ser el equipo NLCW contra el equipo LCW y, quienquiera gana entre los dos, hará que su marca de fábrica alcance la otra y se convertía en la marca de fábrica superior en esta industria! ¡Materia emocionante! ¡De nuevo a usted, Aaron! AJ: Thank you, Hector! Alright folks, this is the big event we've all been waiting for... so why waste time? Let's get this show on the road! Up first, Stacy Jones takes on Jordan Blayze in our opener for the night!  “I Predict A Riot” blasts throughout the arena as Jordan Blayze enters from the back to start off our first match of the evening. The fans give a welcomed response, ready to see this war commence. Jordan jogs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He placates to the fans a bit before… AC: Making his way to the ring, from LCW… JORDAN BLAYZE! AJ: This should be a great opening match folks! Two of the best cruiserweights from each brand opening it up in a bout that is sure to impress. CM: Oh whatever. This should be an easy win for LCW… “She Is My Sin” seeps in to replace. The fans give a neutral reaction as Stacy Jones saunters out from the back. She hoists her NLCW Cruiserweight Championship high above her head before she continues down the rampway. LW: And the opponent, she is the NLCW Cruiserweight Champion… STACY JONES! She eyes Blayze the entire way down the mat. She climbs in the ring and hands her belt to the ref, before doing a bit of stretching. The pair of combatants meet in the middle of the ring, ready to begin. The bell rings and instantly Stacy takes the wind out of Blayze with a kick to the gut. He bounces back with an attempted right hand, only to have Jones duck directly… and smash back at him with a forearm of her own. He stumbles backward and takes a big time clothesline from Jones, sending Blayze to the mat. BT: Stacy means business! Like you said, Charles, it should be over shortly. CM: I meant it the other way you jackass. She grabs Blayze by the head and yanks him to his feet. She throws him into the ropes and he rebounds… she goes for a dropkick, but Blayze does a cradle roll to the side, causing Jones to land embarrassing on her ass. Taking the advantage, Blayze bounces off the middle rope with a Springboard Moonsault, crashing down on Jones. She rolls to her side, clutching her stomach as Jordan begins to lay in some swift kicks to her exposed back. He then bends down to wrench her arm, only for her to grab his head and to roll him over into a headlock position. Blayze catches his footing though and stands, as Stacy attempts to hold in. He then pushes her to the corner with force, causing her to catch her neck on the top turnbuckle. She steps back and turns around as Jordan runs at her. He jumps up, looking for a hurricanrana, but Stacy propels him upward. He then straddles himself on the top turnbuckle, his crotch in serious pain. The crowd winces as Stacy smiles at her dirty work. She elbows him in the back of the head, and pushes him down… Blayze now completely upside down on the turnbuckle. Stacy runs back and sprints forward… sliding down, nailing Jordan’s head with a cunning baseball slide. Blayze topples on his neck badly, looking as if he had seriously injured it on the fall. AJ: Holy shit that had to hurt! JW: He looks in bad shape, what a terrible way to fall on that neck. Jones looks a bit concerned, but instead capitalizes by pulling Jordan to his feet. Stacy takes Blayze in a suplex position and quickly hoists him up, dropping him hard on that neck with a thunderous brain buster. Blayze now begins to feel the razor pains of his neck as Stacy drops down for a pin.. 1... 2... Kickout from Blayze. Stacy gets to her feet moments before Blayze stands on one knee. Stacy runs at him, jumping on his shoulders and somehow twisting her body only a few feet from the floor to hit Blayze with a modified hurricanrana, again causing that neck of Jordan’s to take more pressure. Once on the ground, she wraps her legs around the neck of Jordan and clenches her thighs tight. She rolls on her side, applying more pressure as Blayze begins to kick and try to wiggle his way free. With all the strength he can bring about, Blayze slips free from the hold as Stacy quickly meets him on his feet. She begins to pummel him with right hands, sending him to the ropes. He grabs onto the top rope as she takes some steps back. She then runs at him, looking for a swinging DDT, but instead Jordan pulls down the top rope and ducks. Using his back, he propels Stacy over the top rope causing her to smack the floor with a sickening slap. He then bends the ropes back and sails off, with a huge body press on her laying body from the ring! JW: What a move by Blayze! Both competitors are down for a bit before Blayze regains his footing first. He grabs Stacy by the hair as the ref hits 6 on the count out. He smacks her face into the apron before sending her back in the ring. He then lines her up with the turnbuckle, and directly smashes his foot into her face. Buying more time, he descends to the top rope and without hesitation soars off into a 450 Splash! He looks as if he is almost going to connect, but Jones rolls out of the way at the last possible second. Blayze is hurting terribly as Jones rolls him over. 1... 2... Kickout by Blayze. With a weak kick out, Stacy wastes no time getting back to work. She leaps onto his shoulders, and twists her body mid-air… dropping Blayze down with an inverted DDT. Both competitors are down… Blayze clutching his neck & Jones exhausted by that move. Stacy is to her feet again, and she grabs Blayze and pushes him into the corner. She gives him a knee to the gut before throwing him forward onto his face. She then climbs the top rope looking to attack Blayze at any instance. Blayze with a desperate attempt dives for the top rope, causing Stacy to crotch herself on the top rope. Blayze quickly climbs to the top rope, meeting Stacy. He then jumps up onto her shoulders and brings her down with a big time hurricanrana back down to the mat. Stacy flolds in half upon impact and is laid out as Blayze crawls for the cover. 1... 2... Kickout by Jones. Blayze flops over on his back, catching his breath he stands yet again. He then takes his foot and stomps on Jones’ hand… looking to inflict any type of damage he can to distract her. She yells out in pain as Blayze kicks her in the face. He brings her to her feet yet again. He locks his arm around her neck, and looks for a tornado DDT… but mid-swing, Stacy Jones grabs his bottom leg, holding him in the air. She then runs towards the corner, and lets Jordan’s back smack against the turnbuckles. She drops him down and breathes herself. Only to have her seconds of time wasted as Jordan runs back at her. He spears her down on the mat as they both begin to scrap on the mat. Jordan is winning with the offense, but is soon counteracted as Stacy rolls him over, attacking him even more brutally. They get off each other and run the ropes… Stacy goes to clothesline him down, but Jordan ducks and runs back at her, looking for a neck breaker, but Stacy does a straddle to the floor… both return back to each other and catch each other in a double clothesline. Both competitors hit the mat as the crowd cheers on whoever can get up first. BT: These two are seriously trying to take the other one out! This is getting very competitive! CM: Leave it to the damn cruiserweights… It’s Blayze who gets to his feet first… and he takes Stacy by the arm and pulls her up. He elbows her in the chest and jumps over her, looking for a sunset flip… but Stacy rolls through, hooking his legs for a pin, but Blayze rolls to the side, catching Stacy in a pin…only for Stacy to roll forward on top of his chest, pinning him once again. They both spring out of the predicament and back to their feet. Stacy is able to drop Blayze down with a quick, high kick to the face. Jordan hit’s the mat as Stacy takes to the ropes, she flies off looking for a moonsault, only to have Jordan get his knees up at the end of her fall. With a crushing blow, she falls… Jordan makes the cover. 1... 2... Another kick out from Stacy. Both opponents are back to their feet as they lock up mid-ring. Jordan kicks Stacy in the knee, causing her to falter. He trips her down and grabs her legs… looking for a submission, only Jones has other plans as she knocks him off her feet and trips him down with a drop toehold. She then bends back his leg and wrenches back is face in a devastatingly painful STF. Stacy snarls and begs for Jordan to tap as she begins to lay in the pain. Jordan is locked in tightly, and is beginning to fade. JW: Blayze is done for. He doesn’t even look conscious! BT: Chalk one up for NLCW! The ref goes to check on Blayze, and asks for a tap. He solemnly shakes his head no. Stacy with arrogance begins to tighten the hold even more. Blayze with whatever fire he has left begins to crawl towards the ropes. He stops ¾ of the way there, the pain taking out too much of him. The ref asks for another tap, and Jordan looks as if he is going to give in… but instead takes one long drag… and catches the bottom rope! Stacy breaks the hold in frustration and grabs Blayze by the feet. She quickly kicks him in the gut and hoists him up over her shoulders. She hooks her arms around his neck, looking for the “PMS”! She is about to drop down when Blayze wiggles free. He collapses to his knees as Jones turns around. She goes for him, but he slides underneath her. He pops up behind her and begins to knock her into the ropes. He takes her to the turnbuckles and places her on the top rope. He then climbs up to meet her, and hooks her up for a superplex…only to have Stacy punch him in the side. He let’s go of her and begins to start pummeling her again. She retaliates as Blayze almost loses his balance… only to go back towards Stacy still perched on the top rope. He rakes Stacy in the eyes and she almost falls to the outside. In an act of blind desperation, she grabs Blayze and with all the strength she can muster… she thrusts Blayze off the turnbuckle. He goes flying through the air… and it looks like he is going to smack his head against the barricade… but he misses by a few feet… overextending and landing directly in the audience! They dive out of the way from their seats as he explodes into the set up chairs! AJ: HOLY SHIT! Blayze just landed in the audience! CM: Can he do that? I don’t know how Stacy Jones did that! The ref looks concerned as Stacy finally regains her vision. She looks back at Blayze and kinda looks a bit shocked. The ref begins the count out… 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10! Stacy Jones is the winner based on count out! EMTs run to ringside to check on Blayze, who has yet to move from the fall. Stacy victoriously stands in the ring before exiting up the ramp, soaking up her reaction… but still looking as Blayze is loaded onto a stretcher… KR: I’m not knocking. I did the last interview with her. MD: Yeah well you still owe me for bailing you out when the NLCW was in Sweden. KR: It’s legal over there. And I needed to relax. Not my fault the boss is so uptight. Fine. I’ll knock. With that Kevin Ryder knocks on the door making sure to be nice and loud before looking back at the cameraman. KR: But I’m not asking them anything. With that he runs away as Michelle looks at him irritated. She’s about to shout at his retreating form when the door opens the music turned way down as Tanya Black stands there half-dressed, her tights on but her shirt only held in front of her to avoid flashing the entire backstage area as Crystal Williams standing behind her in a t-shirt and a huge grin. MD: Um…..Miss Black. You have a huge match tonight. Plus your earlier speech in the ring. Tanya: Yes? MD: Am in interrupting something? I mean I can come back if you want. You seem occupied. Crystal: Don’t be ridiculous Miss Davis. We were just conducting a business meeting. MD: Business meeting? You two are well partially dressed. And there was dance music playing so loud we could hear it outside. I mean what is going on with you two? Tanya: Simple. An alliance. But not one of war or assaulting people. One of fun. Besides it’s not just the two of us. Crystal: Yeah my manager Stephanie Sullivan is on this. As is her girl Betsy though she won’t be around all the time. And Tanya’s tag partner SSP has been invited. Though he hasn’t RSVP’ed. Tanya: True. He has a lot on his mind. See anyone who lives for fun and honest competition can apply. We just want to spread joy to the world and prove wrestling talent triumphs over cheating and backstabbing. MD: I see. Well I better let you get back to it. Sounds like a great goal though. Tanya winks at Crystal and each girl wraps an arm around Michelle leading her into the locker room. Tanya: You know I have to finish getting ready but you sound like you need to smile a bit. I bet you’d be great at poker. We were about to start a new round. Crystal: Oh indeed. Miss Davis here needs to see exactly what we are up to. It will be fun and informative. MD: Poker? But I don’t have any cash on me. Crystal: We don’t play with money silly. With that Tanya looks outside and grins wickedly blowing a kiss at the cameraman before slamming the door in his face the view zooming in on the name plate which reads Violent Delight and scribbled in marker on the door underneath is the phrase “Back In Business. Naughty, Nice. It’s your call.” The scene opens on the man who, while main eventing tonight, has seen the least time in an LCW, or NLCW, ring, the man who claims to be the Idol of the Masses… The man who calls himself Splinter. He sits in the locker room, his head in his hands, whispering to himself. The microphone is just about sensitive enough to pick up what he’s saying. Splinter: No more chances… No more mistakes… Make it count Splinter… Make it fucking count… He stares intently down at the floor, everything else completely blanked from his awareness. Splinter: They’ll cheer you… They’ve gotta cheer you… But you have to prove them right… You have to prove it tonight… He shakes his head, trying to ignore a nagging voice in the back of his head. Splinter: Not tonight Raynes… You aren’t ruining anything tonight… He slaps himself on the back of the head. His voice has raised from a whisper, he has become more assertive. Splinter: NO! Get out. Splinter ain’t letting you in, not tonight. It doesn’t matter how many people think he isn’t ready, it doesn’t matter how many people think that the Interstellar Superstar is just some gimmick, something that Splinter can’t live up to… It doesn’t matter how many people believe that Splinter is the weak link, the one that is going to let his team down… Because he isn’t. No one can convince Splinter that he is, not even YOU. Not even the voice in his own head… He stands up, his eyes bright. Splinter: SO FUCK OFF YOU SON OF A BITCH… GET BACK… He wheels round and headbutts a locker. Splinter: IN… He headbutts it again. Splinter: THE… And again. Splinter: FUCKING… And once more. Splinter: BOX! He stops, almost waiting for a silent retort. Nothing follows. Splinter:…You’ve underestimated Splinter. So many people have… But tonight he proves himself and the Intergalactic Fanbase right… Tonight Splinter’ll show the whole of this federation… The whole of his business… Why he IS the Serial Thriller, the Idol of the Masses, the Definition of Insane… The Interstellar Superstar… He turns and storms out of the room, as he does so he is heard saying one last thing. Splinter: And that’s an Intergalactic Fact. Scene fades. We cut backstage, and the fans go NUTS as Dominic Pericolo can be seen training hard for the first of the double main event tonight, his match against Sean Galen. Suki Minamoto is sitting on the bench press in her gym outfit, likely having finished her own workout already as Pericolo continues his on, using the pull-up bar in the gym. He lowers himself down from the bar and slowly moves his arms down from them as well, his head lowered. He turns to look at the camera for a moment, and slowly, a smile spreads across his features. Dominic Pericolo: It's been a long time, Galen... you sure you're ready? I'm going to bring you everything I have... you heard the news, didn't you? Anything Goes tonight,there's going to be a clear winner one way or another. Dominic picks up his water bottle, taking a big swig from it before placing his free hand against the pull-up bar, looking at the camera. Dominic Pericolo: You've underestimated me before... so I sure as hell hope you're training. You make that same mistake out there tonight and I'm going to embarass you in front of all your LCW buddies. Got that? With a smirk, Dominic turns, dropping the water bottle now as he then begins his pull-ups once again. Short, sweet, and to the point... Dominic Pericolo is ready for anything here tonight. And the fans absolutely love it.  AJ: You ready for this next match, Brian? BT: I gotcha a box of Kleenex, Aaron. Two of the hottest diva’s on the roster are about to tangle! Of course I’m ready! JW: You're disgusting. CM: No, he's justified. Pass the kleenex, Bryan. BT: See? It's times like these where men like us can be at peace. The arena is abruptly blanketed in darkness and shortly after “Hey You” by the Exies rips through the sound system while at the same time, pink and silver pyro erupts from the entrance stage. From out of the wafting smoke comes Revolver, already focused on her match and heading to the ring. Fans reach out to try and touch her but are ignored as she is too focused on the upcoming match to care. LW: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the N.L.C.W. Women’s Championship! Making her way to the ring, hailing from Helsinki, Finland; standing at five feet, four inches tall and weighing one hundred and eighteen pounds, she……is….Revolver! Revolver climbs the ring steps and enters the ring when her music is replaced with “Baba O’Riley” by Jordis Unga. Scarlette emerges through the curtain and stops on the stage to bask in the adulation of the males who are in attendance and cheering like sexless high school boys. CM: WOOOOOO!!! Man she is smokin!! BT: I hear you folk down in the LCW don't get nearly enough ass like this, Charles. CM: Not as much as I'd like, Bryan, and certainly not of the female variety. AJ: Jesus Christ, not only is this inappropriate but the way you worded that was horrible, Charles! CM: Oh you BASTARD. BT: You learn to deal with it. Scarlette starts down the ramp, smiling at some of the men trying to reach out and touch her as she heads for the ring. LW: And making her way to the ring, hailing from Las Angeles, California, standing at five feet, six inches tall, she is Scarlette Williams!!! Scarlette enters the ring through the middle and top rope, bending over and allowing the men at ringside to gain a great view and a photo-op of her well defined backside. Once in the ring she waves to the crowd while the referee, Jim Knox, signals for the bell. AJ: Poor Jim, he’s got his work cut out for him tonight. BT: I’ll trade places with him!! AJ: Not tonight you won’t, I don’t want Jim co-announcing with me and the LCW crew. JW: Watch it Aaron. AJ: I'm not saying I don't prefer you guys, I'm just saying I don't think either of you want Jim announcing with us. CM: Why? AJ: Talks in a deadpan voice, very, very deadpan. The ladies shake hands in the center of the ring while the bell sounds and the match is underway. They circle each other before both women close the gap for a collar-and-elbow tie up when Revolver catches Scarlette by surprise with a chop that echoes throughout the arena, drawing the Flair “WHOO!” from the fans. Revolver quickly follows it up with a second chop, drawing another “WHOO!” from the fans and causes Scarlette to hug her ample chest in pain while turning away, hoping to avoid another chop. Instead of a chop, Revolver spins Scarlette around and delivers the chop anyways. BT: Scarlette answers back with a slap that had to loosen some teeth! Scarlette uses a double leg takedown to gain the upper hand and proceeds to repeatedly bounce Revolver’s head off of the mat. Using a handful of hair, Scarlette brings Revolver up to her feet and, again using the hair, sends Revolver into the ropes. She telegraphs a backdrop, however, and Revolver attempts to take advantage of this slip up with a sunset flip. She is unable to take Scarlette down who has her feet firmly planted beneath her and the men in attendance roar when Scarlette drops down onto Revolver’s chest, her crotch merely inches from Revolver’s face. CM: I would KILL to trade spots with her!!! The cheers get louder though when Scarlette begins to rain down right hands to the temple and forehead of Revolver before being dragged off by referee Knox. BT: Who the Hell is he to stop the action like that?! AJ: The ref, Bryan! Scarlette argues briefly with the ref and is taken down by surprise when she turns around via a spear from her opponent. JW: These ladies both want the win here tonight and it looks like their willing to do anything to achieve it. Revolver pulls Scarlette to her feet before driving a knee into her opponents gut, doubling her over, before using a gutwrench suplex to plant Scarlette on the mat. Revolver floats over and hooks a leg but before the ref’s hand can hit the mat a second time, Scarlette already has kicked out. Revolver hits the ropes and on the rebound she leaps into the air for a dropkick but Scarlette ducks it, sending Revolver crashing to the mat. Revolver wastes no time getting to her feet and is nearly decapitated by a spinning heel kick. This time Scarlette tries for the pin but gains only one count before Revolver kicks out. Scarlette stays on the attack with a kick to her opponent’s ribs when she tries to get up and follows it with an elbow drop across the sternum. Scarlette pulls Revolver into a sitting position before hitting the ropes and connects with a dropkick to the Revolver’s face. Scarlette points to the top rope and the fans erupt in hopes of seeing some high risk moves. In the blink of an eye, Scarlette is on the top rope, beckoning Revolver to get to her feet. Scarlette takes flight and connects with a clothesline that flattens Revolver before Scarlette again goes for the pin. She gains a two count but Revolver again kicks out. AJ: That was a close one! JW: Revolver just used the front of Scarlette’s tights to send her through the ropes and to the outside! Revolver uses the top rope to slingshot herself over and to the outside where Scarlette has just made it to her feet. A crossbody puts her on her back, however, and Revolver wastes no time to get to her feet and slap hands with some ringside fans. Scarlette begins to pull herself to her feet and is helped by Revolver before being sent shoulder first into the ringpost. Revolver rolls herself into the ring and then back out to break up the count before help Scarlette back into the ring. AJ: Revolver is heading up top now! Scarlette is on her feet and turns in time to eat a missile dropkick. Revolver’s adrenaline is flowing and she springs to her feet before running towards the ropes. She jumps onto the middle rope and performs a Lionsault, landing squarely across Scarlette’s chest. Revolver hooks the leg and nearly gets the three count but Scarlette gets a shoulder up. Revolver doesn’t agree and argues with Jim Knox before Scarlette rolls her up with a schoolgirl pin for a close two count. JW: So close! Revolver beats Scarlette to her feet and hits the ropes but is leapfrogged by Scarlette on the rebound before connecting with a hip toss. Scarlette in turn misses an elbow drop and is clotheslined to the mat once she makes it up to her feet. Revolver stalks her prey from behind and spears Scarlette down once she turns around. AJ: Second spear of the night by Revolver! By the way, you two... you're awfully quiet. Why-- oh, for GOD'S SAKE... JW: What? AJ: OH THEY'RE USING THEIR DAMN TISSUE PAPERS ALRIGHT. BT: You sicko, why were you looking?! JW: Wha-- OH, GOD! CHARLES, PUT THAT AWAY RIGHT NOW! CM: Well damn it. Revolver scales the corner and is biding her time before she leaps off, connecting with a splash, which draws a loud roar of approval from the crowd. AJ: One! JW: Two! Crowd: AWWW! JW: So close! Revolver lets out a sigh of frustration before dragging Scarlette to her feet and scoops her up for a body slam but Scarlette slips out the back. Scarlette pushes off of Revolver’s shoulders for a leapfrog and drives Revolver face first into the mat with a bulldog. Scarlette stumbles to the nearest corner and climbs it slowly while Revolver pushes herself up to her feet. Revolver turns and takes a moonsault from Scarlette and both women are down. Scarlette is the first one to make it to her feet and drags Revolver up as well before whipping her into the corner. Scarlette boosts her up and onto the top rope before locking in a front facelock and, after letting out an ear-piercing scream, she drives Revolver’s head into the mat with a ddt. AJ: It’s over! BT: She’s not finished yet! Scarlette pulls Revolver away from the corner and positions her so that she can climb the top rope with her back to Revolver. After a deep breath, Scarlette takes flight, catching major air and landing across the sternum of her opponent, driving the air out of Revolver’s lungs, and hooks a leg. Referee Jim Knox slides into position and makes the predictable three count. AJ: We got a new Women’s Champion! Backstage Rick Majors is sitting on a bench in the NLCW locker room. He is wearing a NLCW t-shirt and taping his wrists. Chris Champion walks over and sits down beside him. Majors is leaning forward. As Champion sits down Majors stops taping and looks at the floor. Chris Champion: Hey Rick. You ready for tonight? Majors says nothing, but he continues staring at the floor. Chris Champion: Rick? What's up man? Majors continues to stare at the floor as he speaks. Rick Majors: I was just talking to Derrick, Chris. His knee... it's bad man. I don't know if he'll be able to get through tonight. I think he twisted it in our match on Thursday. Chris Champion: That's rough. Rick Majors: They say he might not be able to continue wrestling full-time. Chris Champion: Are you serious? Rick Majors: Another casualty of the war Chris. Chris Champion: Rick... I know that's tough news, but are you gonna be ready for tonight? Majors sits up straighter now. He looks Champion in the eyes. Rick Majors: Ready Chris? Ready? I'm always ready. You know me. I live for these moments. I live for the bright lights, the big show. I live to take center stage. And this is as big as it gets Chris. Chris Champion: Now that's the Rick Majors I know! The NLCW has got it made Rick. Even if Enigma and London turn their backs on us, look at the force we have assembled here tonight! Shane Perry and Tanya Black, the NLCW tag team champions. And us... Rick Majors: Higher Authority. How many times have we been down this road Chris? Our backs against the wall... everything we know about to crumble down... and we are the only people that can stop it. Chris Champion: And every time we do stop it Rick. Every single damn time. And nothing is going to change Rick. By the end of the night it will be you and I standing tall in that ring, the NLCW riding high once again as the only true force in this industry. Rick Majors: There's really no other option, is there Chris? The NLCW will live forever. Chris Champion: You're damn right Rick! Besides... LCW is a stupid name. Rick Majors: Seriously. And, I mean, "Bordeaux?" What the hell kind of name is that? It sounds more like a wine than a president. Chris Champion: You know what would be a good name for a president? Harry Wiener. Rick Majors: You're always thinking about wieners, aren't you Chris? Rick Majors smiles. Chris Champion looks a little offended but then smiles as well. Chris pats Rick on the shoulder and walks out of the room. Chris Champion: I'm gonna head to catering. See you out there. Majors continues taping his wrists as the scene fades to black. Backstage Tanya Black is standing outside her locker room watching the people go by as the time ticks down to the big tag match. Finally someone stops and notices her. Specifically her tag team partner Sugar Shane Perry. Tanya: What’s up Shane? Lose your ladies? SSP: Nah they are resting after helping me out with my warm-up for tonight’s match. What are you doing? Tanya: Waiting for our match. SSP: Not in your locker room? Tanya: Nah. Too quiet in there. At least since my girl Betsy left to go find her seat. Got her a front row ticket so she can see us win up close and personal. SSP: Right. That's cool. You two real tight huh? Tanya: Yeah. We are all sickeningly sweet lovey-dovey. But it's fun. SSP: That's cool. So let me ask you something Tanya. You going to play nice with our partners tonight? Tanya: Of course. I have a lot of respect for Champion and Majors. Icons of NLCW. SSP: What about Bucky and London? Tanya: Well….I can tolerate them for the good of the company. Tanya smiles as Sugar Shane tries to look serious but breaks down and smirks at Tanya before looking around as if making sure no one was around. SSP: Truth be told I am not crazy about those two myself. But hey like you said this is about NLCW tonight not us. We got next week and the rest of the tag tournament to show people who the best is. Once LCW is put in their rightful place, things will go back to normal around here. And that means Sugar Shane putting people down proper. Tanya: I hear you. Come on let’s hunt down the rest of our team. Make sure everyone is in one piece. I got a bad feeling about this match. LCW is desperate to win. They are putting it all on the table. Just the gamble to make someone try a last-minute ambush. Sugar Shane nods as Tanya grabs her title belt from the floor and the two leave with their business faces on as the minutes until their match ticks down. We cut to backstage where we see Fuel walking down a corridor looking pumped up for his upcoming match against Tyler Scott when suddenly he bumps into someone wo is walking past him Fuel: Hey Man, watch where your fucking walking dipstick...........oh it's you The Camera turns to see the larger than life figure of Dominic Pericolo and you can hear the crowd go NUTS. Dominic Pericolo: Hey man, sorry about that. Just getting ready for my match here tonight is all. Fuel: And I havent, In case you haven't noticed but I'm competitng twice tonight! Dominic Pericolo: ... are you expecting me to sympathize? I've fought three matches in one night, I've fought two hardcore matches in one night... I've been through the same, man... don't try to get pity out of me. Fuel: Hey man, no need for the lip, I was just saying Dominic Pericolo: Then make it more apparent. Let's get one thing straight, I don't like the way you chose to go about challenging us, but I can respect you for what you do in the ring. Go out there and show these people what you're made of, and good luck doing it... with the guys you're up against, you're going to need it. Fuel: Hell Man what is your problem cause we can sort this out right here right now Dominic Pericolo: I don't HAVE a problem, Fuel... you're just not listening to what I'm saying. I said good luck, and I said you're going to need it for who you're against. I'm just saying, I don't like what you chose to do, but I'm going to respect that you decided to do it. Pull that shit again though, I'm not letting you get away with it. Fuel: Good Luck against Galen Dom actually looks suprised by this comment, probably because it came out of nowhere. Dominic Pericolo: Erm, thanks, Fuel. Fuel: May the best team win Fuel sticks out his hand in a show of respect, and Dominic looks at it with a smirk. Dominic Pericolo: Now that's what I like to see. You'll do fine out there, Fuel... just so long as you keep your head on your shoulders. Good luck, may the best team win indeed. with that said Dominic shakes Fuels and they go their seperate ways. The faint sound of two voices echoing down a loud corridor is picked up on the microphone. The camera fades in as we find two sets of feet marching with purpose down the hallway. Slowly, the camera rises – revealing the identity of the two men. Chris Champion: Jimmy, don’t worry about it. JLR: That’s just it though. I DO worry about it. Chris Champion: I’ve got it all taken care of. Rick and I are pulling this one out with ease. JLR: Your ass isn’t exactly on the line though, is it, Champion? Who knows what’ll happen to me if LCW wins this match. The board of directors might simply no longer have a purpose for me. This could be my job, Champion. My life. Chris Champion: Listen, we’ve not always seen eye to eye but I respect the fact that a man has to put food on the table for his family. JLR: That’s good to hear. Chris Champion: However, I also respect the fact that these guys are coming into this match tonight very hungry. They want this badly, Jimmy. Maybe they’ve not got the skill, but they’ve certainly got the passion. Nothing is for certain in this match. JLR: Don’t talk like that… Chris Champion: I have to lay it straight for you, James. I won’t lie to you. Oh, and by the way, can I ask a favour? JLR: What? Chris Champion: If by some strange act of God you do end up getting fired because of all this, can I have that cushy little leather chair you have in your office? Leaving a wild eyed and ever worried James L Rockingwell in his wake, Champion continues onward down the hallway with a big grin on his face. JLR: Champion! Get back here!  The familiar thudding introduction of ‘Galvanise’ by Chemical Brothers announces the arrival of Tyler Scott. The man himself walks out from backstage to a mixed reaction from the crowd. LW: Introducing first, currently residing in Detroit, Michigan, he weighs in tonight at 230 pounds, he is a former LCW Double Champion, he is Tyler Scott!!! He heads to the ring, staying his usual focused self. He climbs into the ring and walks to the centre of the ring where he stares intensely into the crowd before beginning his few warm up moves, awaiting the start of the upcoming contest. Tyler looks up at the entry ramp, knowing exactly what’s coming. The lights in the arena go out, the crowd starts to murmur. Suddenly the video screen starts to flicker and an old man in a white jacket on a black and white screen starts to talk. “Right class, to make fire you need heat, oxygen and what?” All of a sudden numerous explosions go off, pyro erupts from the stage and on the rampway. Street Fighting Man by Rage Against The Machine plays as in big letters on the video screen show… FUEL! Fuel emerges, looks at the crowd from the right to the left. He continues to walk down to the ring as the announcer says: AC: From Hull, England, Weighing in at 265 lbs, Fuel! Fuel suddenly bursts into a run, sprinting into the ring. Tyler beckons him on as the crowd starts going wild, Fuel rolls under the ropes and instantly the two men start to exchange right hands in the middle of the squared circle. Scott starts to get the advantage, backing Fuel up into the corner where he continues to hammer away, much to the delight of the NLCW fans. The crowd, and the situation, is quickly inverted however as Fuel catches a punch and then throws Tyler into the corner, hammer away on him with chops to the chest, each chop sending a dull thud through the arena. Fuel rears back for a massive chop but, instead, slaps Tyler across the face. Scott looks out into the crowd furious before turning back round and shoving Fuel back. He follows this up with a chop of his own, followed by the obligatory ‘WOO!’ from the crowd. Fuel isn’t being shown up, however, as he chops Tyler back. Scott takes the over and lands one of his own straight back, lighting Fuel’s chest up. Feul is staggered by the chop, Tyler seems to think he’s won the one up-man ship competition, however his opponent is already coming off the ropes. The recently deposed hardcore champion throws a wild clothesline, Tyler ducks it and quickly takes him into a headlock, Fuel however pushes Tyler off into the ropes. On the way back Scott hits Fuel with a shoulder block but the heavier man simply takes it, stands and stares at his adversary. AJ: It’s a stalemate so far here! Neither man has an advantage. BT: We’ve already seen Fuel’s thirty five pound weight advantage come into play, however I suspect it’ll have little effect on Scott’s offence. CM: No weight advantage stops a chair shot, after all. JW: That’s right, remember this is a hardcore match, so its anything goes, falls count anywhere. The two men in the ring don’t seem to give a damn about whether this is a hardcore match or not as Tyler Scott, in what could be seen as an unwise move, proposes a test of strength. Fuel agrees and, the second one hand is tied up with Tyler’s, he boots Tyler in the gut and then starts to set him up for a vertical suplex, Scott, however, slips over behind and then drives a forearm into the small of Fuel’s back. He then ties Fuel up, lifts the heavier man into the air and plants him with a german suplex! Fuel crashes into the mat but quickly comes to his feet, hauling Tyler up and driving him down with a scoop slam. This time it is Scott who quickly recovers; he catches a boot to the gut from Fuel and takes him down with a dragon screw style leg drag. Fuel takes the impact but quickly rolls up to a standing position again, Scott comes running in but gets thrown up and over with a back drop. Fuel then runs to the ropes, Tyler comes up and throws him forwards with a burst of energy, and both men collide with simultaneous clotheslines! Both men go down and, naturally, the crowd goes wild. AJ: What an exchange! Still, neither man has a clear advantage! CM: It’s only a matter of time until this gets violent, especially with these two in the ring! JW: And when it does its gonna be to Fuel’s advantage, I guarantee that! The two wrestlers pull themselves to their feet, Fuel quickly throws the first show with yet another chop to his recovering opponents chest. Tyler quickly retaliates with a chop of his own, followed by a second and a third. Fuel is staggered, this time however Scott takes the chance to humiliate his opponent and lands a stinging slap to the cheek. Fuel stares at him, incensed, and nails him with a right hand, knocking Tyler back. He follows up, hitting with a second, this time knocking Scott back onto the ropes. Fuel takes two steps back and leaps forward with a clothesline, however as he’s taken over Scott grabs Fuel round the head, both men tumble over the top rope, bounce off the apron and land in a painful heap on the floor mats below. BT: Ouch. Scott sure showed Fuel what it’s all about there… AJ: That’ll slow anyone down. Scott, having obviously taken Fuel by surprise, climbs on top of him and begins to hammer away with right hands, each shot whipping Fuel’s head back into the floor. Tyler, satisfied that Fuel is somewhat beat down, dismounts and starts looking under the ring, much to the delight of the crowd. He pulls out the old favourite, a trash can full of various objects, and slides it in the ring. This is quickly followed by a table, which elicits an even bigger reaction from the crowd. Fuel is next to be thrown into the ring; Scott grabs a chair and then climbs in himself. CM: Finally its time to see some hardcore action! JW: Fuel is a former hardcore champion, he’s gonna be right at home here! BT: He looks right at home down on the mat if you ask me. Scott pushes the trashcan and the table into one corner, deciding to start off by using the steel chair. He sets it up so that it could be sat on and then begins to pull Fuel up to his feet, Tyler Scott kicks Fuel hard in the gut, doubling him up over the chair, he then runs off the ropes but Fuel steps away to stop himself getting facecrushered onto the steel, he turns and quickly goes back to what he knows, chopping his opponent across the chest three times. He then lands a hard knee to the midsection and proceeds to simply slam Tyler down, head first, into the seat of the chair. Scott rolls away holding his head in pain, but Fuel isn’t done. He hauls Tyler up and pulls him down the opposite way, causing the back of his head to collide with the steel chair. Scott rolls away holding his head in pain, Fuel poses to the fans, half of whom cheer and half of whom boo. BT: Come on Tyler, show this LCW punk how its done! JW: Punk? That guy is gonna wipe the floor with Scott! AJ: Fuel does seem the have the advantage for now, lets see if he can consolidate on it. Fuel drags Tyler up off the mat and sets him up for a DDT. He takes a moment to pump the crowd again, but takes a little bit too long as he is thrown over with a northern lights suplex! Fuel quickly pulls himself up and sees that his opponent is still groggy, he throws a clothesline but Tyler ducks it and hooks round his waist, he then turns, lifts him high into the air and, just as he peaks, brings him down through the chair with a high angle german suplex! The chair buckles under the impact and Fuel rolls away holding his neck in agony. Scott pulls himself up and stares out into the crowd, again receiving a similar 50/50 reaction. CM: German suplex through the chair from Tyler… That’ll show you the meaning of pain! BT: Tyler Scott showing up a former LCW Hardcore Champion, no surprise there! Tyler grabs the trash can and empties its contents, which consist of its lid, a Singapore cane and a length of steel chain, onto the mat. He takes the trashcan lid and smashes it over Fuel’s head, bending it out of shape. He discards it and then grabs the trashcan itself. He aims up for a big shot to Fuel’s face but thinks again and simply places the trashcan over Fuel, pushing it down until he hears Fuel’s head hit the base. Fuel staggers around, trapped inside the metal cylinder. Tyler pushes Fuel back, he staggers and bounces off the ropes, walking straight into a back elbow smash. Fuel can be heard grunting with pain as the trashcan is elbowed, the steel driven straight into him. Tyler then, with a smile, picks up what is left of the steel chair. The crowd screams in horror as he swings back and smashes the chair into the trashcan! Fuel collapses to one side, deadweight. Scott, deciding the smashed chair is useless, discards it, and then begins to stop away on the steel container, his opponent still trapped inside it. AJ: What an assault from Tyler Scott! Who knows what kinda pain Fuel is in inside that trashcan? JW: However much he’s hurting right now, you gotta know Tyler’s gonna get it back tenfold. Tyler steps through the ropes and stands on the ring apron, watching Fuel as, with his arms still trapped, he desperately tries to get to his feet. By leaning up against the turnbuckle he finally does so, the ridiculous sight of a man with his upper body trapped inside a garbage doesn’t seem to amuse Scott, but then again he has got other things on his mind as he springboards off the top rope, catches the trashcan and ace crushers it into the mat, absolutely destroying Fuel! Scott pulls the mashed can off of Fuel and throws it out of the ring. His opponent has a glazed look on his face as Scott covers him, hooking the leg… 1... 2... Kickout after two! CM: Fuel just took some inventive moves from Scott there, but it looks like its gonna take a few more yet to put him away! BT: I’m sure Tyler won’t have a problem with that… Scott kicks Fuel in the side of the head for good measure before grabbing the table out of the corner. He proceeds to set the table up near the turnbuckle before grabbing the Singapore cane. Fuel is now on all fours, trying to regain his bearings. Scott sends back down with a cane shot across the back of the neck. Scott then pulls Fuel up and throws him on the table, discarding the cane. Scott starts to climb the turnbuckles, Fuel rolls tiredly off the table and scoops up the chain, balling it up he throws it at Scott as he looks at the table, it hits him, knocking him off balance. Scott drops and crotches himself on the ring post! The males in the crowd groan as, clearly in pain, Fuel climbs out onto the apron and up, behind Scott on the turnbuckle. Scott, realising he’s in danger, tries to flail backwards with the chain but Fuel catches it and yanks it out of his hand, throwing back into the ring Tyler then finds his arms wrenched back into a full nelson. Fuel looks out into the crowd, the LCW fans in attendance roar in approval. He lifts Tyler up into the air and leaps forwards, driving him down through the table with a sit-out full nelson bomb! The crowd roars as Fuel sits in the wreck of the table, the pain catching up with him. Tyler is, however, laid out on the mat, holding the base of his spine. JW: And there you have it, Tyler Scott gets destroyed. BT: Savour it; it won’t last long. Fuel pulls himself up on the turnbuckles and grabs the chain he threw in the ring; he wraps the chain round his opponents neck and starts to choke him with it. Tyler desperately tries to get the chain off from round his throat by Fuel has got it wrapped tight. Tyler fights up to a seated position but Fuel places a knee in between his shoulder blades and wrenches back again. Tyler, fighting for breath, grabs some of the chain and wraps it round his fist. He starts punching backwards wildly, blindly, desperate to hit something, and he does. He catches Fuel right in the temple, causing his legs to buckle. Tyler, with a sudden burst of energy, climbs on top of Fuel and, once again mounting, punches away with the chain wrapped fist, beating his opponent into submission. His adrenaline rush runs out and he falls to one side gripping his throat, his body suddenly acknowledging how badly he needs oxygen. Fuel is now bleeding from a cut on his forehead thanks to the last flurry from Scott, blood trickling down his face. CM: Things are starting to get unpleasant here, just as I expected. AJ: Fuel is already bleeding, and Scott is reeling from being choked… These two men are already hurting, and I don’t think we’ve seen anything compared to what’s coming. Scott, finally getting his breathing back to normally, unravels the chain off his fist and slides it out of the ring. The referee is busy getting rid of the wrecked table as Scott grabs the Singapore cane and whirls it round a few times, listening to the sound it makes as it cuts through the air. He then brings it down, as hard as he can, onto the cut forehead of Fuel, sending him into convulsions. Scott then kicks Fuel in the side, pushing him towards the edge of the ring. He kicks Fuel again sending Fuel tumbling out of the ring to the outside. Now letting up for a second he canes Fuel across the back again, making sure he stays down. Scott drops the cane, then pulls Fuel up, hooks him into position and nails snap suplex straight onto the floor mats! BT: Nice move from Scott there, showing once again that Fuel just ain’t in his league. AJ: They’re at ringside now; there ain’t many friendly places to land out there. Tyler starts pulling up the floor mats, much to the crowds approval, revealing the concrete underneath. He throws the mat to one side and stares at Fuel, obviously deciding which move to hit on the ground. He drags LCW’s total cunt up to his feet and boots him in the gut and places him in a standing head scissors. He stares at a nearby bunch of NLCW fans, who shout nothing but encouragement. He pulls Fuel up and, to a scream of horror from the crowd, drives him head-first onto the concrete with a piledriver! CM: Piledriver on the concrete! That could break the mans neck! JW: Damnit! Scott is gonna pay for that one. Fuel is folded up, limp and motionless, on the ground. Blood is still trickling down his face as Tyler comes up to his feet, allowing Fuel to slump down to one side. He rolls Fuel over and covers him… 1... 2... Kickout at two and a half! AJ: I thought that was it, Fuel looks dead. Scott doesn’t look best pleased, but knows he can’t argue the call. He hauls Fuel up off the concrete and rolls him in the ring. He now, once again, begins to search under the ring for another way to punish his opponent. What he pulls out has the crowd in absolutely uproar. Not one, but two glass tables. CM: Oh shit. Tyler slides the two glass tables into the ring and quickly throws the limp Fuel in afterwards. He slides under the ropes and quickly gets to work setting up the tables, he leans one of the panes of glass up in a corner, and then sets one of them, standing, in the middle of the ring. He then grabs Fuel, who is still out on his feet, and rolls him onto the glass table. Scott, filled with adrenaline, leaps onto the top rope and stares down at his prone opponent, he leaps forwards as the crowd goes INSANE, he sails towards Fuel with the diving headbutt, but Fuel rolls off the pane of glass at the last second and Tyler smashes himself through head first! The glass table explodes as he hits it, Scott is clearly bleeding before he even hits the mat, and when he does he simply lays still in the broken glass. A huge chant of ‘HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!’ rips through the arena as both men, now bleeding, lay on the mat motionless. BT: … JW: … AJ: I think I speak for everyone when I state that that was, quite simply, one of the sickest things we’ve ever seen. Fuel half rolls, half falls, out of the ring. He’s been piledrivered on concrete. Someone just tried to put him through a glass table. This isn’t just about winning any more. It’s about hurting someone. Fuel starts pulling various things out from under the ring and sliding them in, each getting a roar from the crowd. A huge bundle of light tubes, a board covered in barbed wire, a black bag, a bucket full of white powder and finally one of his personal favourites… The thumbtack bat. JW: I think Tyler’s gonna die. Fuel pulls himself into the ring and grabs one of the light tubes. He spots Tyler still lying face down in the broken glass and simply places his foot on the back of Scott’s head, grinding his face back and forth. Fuel then takes a step back and simply smashes the tube over Scott’s back, opening up new cuts. Fuel, not satisfied, grabs a second tube and smashes that on his back as well. Fuel, clearly tired, pulls Scott up and then, grabbing the thumbtack bat, doubles him up with a shot to the gut. Fuel forcefully wrenches the bat out, leaving several pins behind. He discards the weapon and locks Tyler in a standing headscissors. He lifts him up and then plants him into the broken glass with the sit out powerbomb known only as the… JW: Fuel Crisis! Right on the broken glass! Fuel holds for a cover… 1... 2... THR-NO! Scott kicks out! Fuel pushes him out of the hold, onto his front, and instantly all attention is on the blood trickling down from the cuts on Tyler’s back. Fuel, clearly annoyed, grabs the barbed wire board and forcefully places it on the mat. He drags the bloodied Tyler up and kicks in the gut, doubling him up again. He gets Tyler into position as drives him head first into the barbed wire with the short arm DDT he calls the ‘Ka-Boom’. The crowd growns as Tyler tries to fight his way out of the barbed wire, the barbs sticking in his skin. He finally gets away, bleeding heavier than ever, and rolls onto his back. Fuel pushes himself up, grinning sadistically. He walks over and, cockily, kicks Tyler in the side of the head. BT: Look at that arrogance. Disgusting. Fuel pulls Tyler up once again, Scott is now on spaghetti legs. Tyler is standing right over the barbed wire board again, Fuel taunts him and then clotheslines him, or so he thinks. Scott, however, has had enough of getting nearly killed. He ducks under the clothesline, much to Fuel’s horror. Fuel throws a second one and Tyler ducks it again, meaning he is backed up to the barbed wire board down on the canvas. He now, however, pulls out the trump card as he slides between Fuel’s legs, pulling them out under him, dropping him face first into the barbed wire! Fuel hits the barbed wire and comes straight back up to his feet screaming in pain, new lacerations on his chest and face dripping with blood. His pain isn’t over yet and, even as a chant starts in the crowd, Tyler locks him up, takes two steps backwards and cobra clutch suplexes him through the pane of glass in the corner! Fuel is motionless and bloody, laying in a heap of broken glass, much like he left Tyler Scott before. Tyler is also down, bleeding from various cuts. The crowd, however, is up, once again chanting ‘HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!’ once again. BT: YES! That HAS to be it! AJ: I simply can’t believe what we’re seeing here, it’s completely indescribable. To list the places the two men are bleeding from would take far too long, however it is safe to say neither man can be recognised simply due to the red mask covering their faces. Scott, crawling, grabs Fuel by one arm and drags him through the broken glass and then collapses on top of him… 1... 2... 3--- NO!! BT: …How? Scott is up on his knees, he can’t believe it either. He looks over at the black bag and decides that, simply put… Its time to end it. Kicking the barbed wire board to one side he opens the back and pours far too many thumbtacks on the mat. The crowd is almost in silence as Fuel has one hand on the bottom rope, desperately trying to pull himself up. Tyler watches as blood drips from wounds in Fuel’s back, and places his hand on his own, wincing. For his pain he decides to make Fuel’s twice as bad. He drops the bag and grabs the bucket, he takes a handful of the white powder and throws it at the announce table. Mires scoops it up. CM: What the hell… He tastes it. CM: …Its salt. But why? Fuel is almost on his feet, Tyler kicks him in the stomach and proceeds to empty the bucket of salt all over Fuel’s back, Fuel roars with pain and stands up right, screaming at the roof of the arena as the crowd falls silent with shock. He is shaking all over as his head comes down staring at Tyler. The two men stare at each other, their lifeblood dripping off their chins, mixing with their hair, trickling from their every wound. The salt is visibly in Fuel’s wounds; he is still quivering with pain. Tyler goes for Fuel with a right hand but Fuel blocks it and, screaming with rage, opens up with a massive flurry of rights to the head. He then grabs Tyler, lifts him up and drives him into the thumbtacks with the emerald frosion… JW: EXPLOSION! INTO THE TACKS! Tyler comes straight up to his feet from the impact, his back covered in tacks, he turns as Fuel stares at him, Tyler suddenly leaps forward, sweeping Fuel’s legs out, driving him into the tacks with the STO known as… BT: SUDDEN IMPACT! ON THE THUMBTACKS! The crowd has lost all sense of control. Chants of ‘HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!’ mix with ‘THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!’ and, of course, LCW and NLCW chants. Both men are down, covered in tacks, glass, salt, blood, sweat and whatever else. Both stay down as the crowd chant and cheer, and it stays like this for several minutes. AJ: What else can possibly happen here? What more can these two do? BT: Scott hit the last move; he’s got the advantage. JW: No way, Fuel got way more impact on the Explosion than Scott did with the Sudden Impact. CM: I don’t think it matters guys… Look… Both men are in opposite corners trying to pull themselves up. In Scott’s hand is the thumbtack bat, in Fuel’s several of the light tubes. They push themselves up and the crowd roars once again. They stagger towards each other, Fuel swings high with the light tubes but Scott ducks and hits him in the back with the thumbtack bat, much to Fuel’s dismay. He takes one of the tubes out of his small bundle, swings and breaks it across Tyler’s shoulder. Then they both swing high, each taking the relative weapons straight to the head. The lights explode into dust as Tyler staggers away holding his eyes, before dropping to the ground. The bat sticks in Fuel’s head for a second before dropping to the mat as Fuel simply drops to his knees, desperately trying to get the tacks out of his forehead. AJ: How… Why… What do I say to that? Fuel drops onto all fours, Tyler is on the other side of the ring testing his vision. Fuel slowly but surely comes up to his feet; he pulls the barbed wire board into the middle of the ring, over the tacks. He then grabs what’s left of the light tube bundle and places that on top of the board. He grabs Tyler and starts pulling him up but, suddenly, Tyler’s leg lashes out with the mule kick! He then turns and hits a simple but effective DDT, dropping Fuel on his heavily lacerated face. He then drags Fuel over to the demonic landing zone he just created and drags him into a standing head scissors. He looks down at Fuel, knowing that he’s already piledrivered him on concrete, and figures it may be the way to put him away. JW: No, come on… Not like this… He goes to lift Fuel up but, much to his horror, it is him who is lifted! Fuel roars with fury, gets Tyler in position, and drops him headfirst through the tubes straight into the barbed wire board with the axe guillotine driver, or the… JW: HOLY F***ING PETROL BOMB! The crowd couldn’t agree more. They don’t get much change to chant though as Fuel falls back on top of Tyler, pinning him to the barbed wire board… 1... 2... 3!!! The bell rings, "Street Fighting Man" blasting over the speakers. Fuel, absolutely covered in blood, is somehow able to pull himself up despite all the pain with a grin of victory on his face. The fans begin chanting "L-C-DUB!" has he lifts his arms shakily into the air in victory, staggering away from the carnage as meds rush for the ring. AJ: What an INCREDIBLE match! Fuel managed to actually pull it off here tonight!! CM: Chalk one up for the LCW!! We join the scene backstage again. Kevin Ryder is armed with a microphone and a cheeky grin outside a wooden door. It also appears that he might have a semi on. KR: We’re here outside the locker room of one of the superstars that could very well sway the outcome of tonight’s main event. We’re told that any minute Chris Champion will emerge from behind this door and we’re set to interview him on his pre-math thoughts on tonight’s crucial tag team situation! Suddenly, the door swings open smashing Ryder in the face… and crushing his semi indefinitely. Chris Champion: Jesus, what the hell are you doing stood behind my door? I could have seriously injured you there. Ryder squirms for a moment or two as Champion looks on with a bewildered gaze on his face. Finally, Kevin composes himself and begins to speak. KR: Yeah, sorry about that, Chris. Chris Champion: No problem. What’s up, Kevin? KR: We’re less than an hour away from what could be deemed as the biggest match ever in the history of this company. What are your final thoughts going into this contest? Chris Champion: Is this the part of the interview where I’m supposed to start trash talking the opposition and snarling at the camera? That’s what I’m supposed to do, right? KR: Well, I guess so… Chris Champion: You see, I’d love to do that and all, Kevin, but I can’t. The fact is that I really have no idea about most of these guys in this match. Sure, I know Remi and have wrestled him a few days, but these other guys are an unknown quantity to me. The days when I’ll spend night after night watching footage of potential opponents are long gone. I’m just here to focus on what I do – no one else. KR: So, you’re saying that so long as you’re on form, NLCW will take this match? Chris Champion: You’re putting words in my mouth there, Kevin. I guess that’s what you’re paid to do though. Here’s one for you though… How about I interview you and ask you what you think of this match? KR: Umm… Chris Champion: So, Kevin Ryder, how do you think the big NLCW v LCW match will go down tonight? KR: Umm, I think that it’s going to be a cl- Chris Champion: Actually, screw it. No one cares what you think really, Kevin. How’s about I cut you a deal? You potter on out of my way and leave me to prepare for this match without trying to force some ridiculously macho “I’m-going-to-win” rant from me and I promise not to embarrass you on National TV again? BT: Haha. Champion just owned Kevin Ryder! AJ: Owned? Isn’t that just a term they use on the internet? BT: STFU. A disgruntled Kevin Ryder looks on at Champion as the crowd in the arena goes wild with laughter. Chris Champion: Tonight, Rick and I are bringing it home for the boys. I’m not willing to let a place that’s given me a lifetime of memories fade into the night. And that’s just the way it is. I’m going to stand here on the microphone and run my mouth for twenty minutes like the rest of the clowns in this match might do. Chris Champion has told you he’s emerging victorious tonight and that’s exactly what he will do. BT: I love it when he talks in the third person. KR: Thanks, Chris. And with that, Champion ushers a rather sheepish Kevin Ryder down the corridor, before turning back into his lockerroom. Ryder sighs, making his way off camera, when the sound of two people bumping into each other can be heard. Ryder starts to say excuse me, then makes what can only be described as a girly scream, before coming back excitedly onto the camera. KR: *mumbling* Don't you turn off that camera yet. Ahem! Folks I'm here backstage once again with yet another very special guest, one that has had major success in both NLCW and LCW and that man is the legendary Dazz. The camera pulls out slightly and we see Dazz with long blonde hair and his trademark goatee thick but not hanging down against his chest this time, wearing a Slayer shirt and smirking as he looks at Kevin. KR: Now Dazz, you're just a spectator here tonight, how does it feel not being a participant? Dazz smirks and stokes his facial hair as he brings Kevin's hand closer to his face. Dazz: How does it feel? Kevin you jackalope, how would YOU feel? The biggest night in this promotion's history, the biggest legend associated with this place not being in it.......but then again Kevin, me having major success in both NLCW and LCW, how could I choose a side to fight on? I mean, I'm a valuable asset to both sides and would guarantee a win for whichever team I was on. Half of the roster say I should be on LCW's team since I had my last victories there, the rest of the world says I belong in NLCW, main eventing, holding the World Heavyweight title once again. I say let them fight and see which is the losing end of this contest and I'll make my decision on where I stand after tonight is over and the dust has settled. KR: You're coming back? Dazz: Yes I'm coming back, why wouldn't I? This place needs people like me, a record breaker, a trend setter, a man who began and broke every record in this company. Founding member and leader of the most legendary faction of talent ever. The biggest and most talented star this place has ever seen. This place has clowns, egomaniacs and a bunch of CUNTs running around, you aswell as I knows that I'm the only saviour this place has, the only hope of staying afloat. KR: So before we end this have you got anything you wanna say, any predictions? Dazz: I got a few predictions. I will come back and be the reason for a huge ratings boom. As for tonight's matches, I'm hoping for Dominic Pericolo to kick that egotistical monkeyspank Galen's ass and for Team LCW to walk out of this arena victorious. And, on that, Dazz marches off-screen to go and find a monitor to watch the match on. With a nervous smile, Ruder desperately urges the camera to 'cut it', before finally after a few moments of confusion and chuckles from the crowd, it finally does. The white corridor of the backstage area fills the screen, completely empty. It almost looks eerie, with no staff in sight. Everyone seems preoccupied with watching the matches on their way, everyone seems ready to see history being made once again. Everyone, gone from the corridor... except for one. A shadow moves into sight in the distance, making its way towards the camera. Its movements are slow, steady, sure of its step. As the shadow comes more into view, it's revealed to be Dominic Pericolo, already dressed in his ring gear with NLCW World Heavyweight Championship wrapped 'round his waist. The fans give an enormous roar of cheers at the sight of the NLCW champion, as he makes his way down with a look of determination on his face. He looks to the camera as he makes his way over, adjusts the NLCW belt, and offers a smirk of confidence in its direction. Dominic Pericolo: It's showtime, Galen... and there's not a chance in hell you're going to take this from me. He starts to walk past the camera, but stops for a moment, as though mulling over his words. Finally, he grins and turns back to the camera, nodding towards it. Dominic Pericolo: Oh yeah... and before I forget, one last warcry to sound the masses for us all. There's a murmer of confusion that races through the crowd, until his words become clear as he turns and undoes his belt, lifting it up near the camera. Dominic Pericolo: LONG LIVE, THE NLCW!! The fans ERUPT with cheers, chants of "NO LI-MITS!" ripping through the entire arena. Smiling, Dominic nods, turns back around to make his way off-screen and down the hall, and says one final thing. Dominic Pericolo: I'll see you all out there in a few. With yet another cheer, chants of "DO-MO-NIC!" mixing in, the fans urge the NLCW Champion on as he makes his way off screen and down the hall, and to the entrance to the rampway, where he'll step out to take on "The King" one final time. Fade to black.  The bell rings. LW: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is the first of our DOUBLE MAIN EVEN OF THE EVENING! The rules for this competition are such: ANYTHING GOES, and it is for both the NLCW AND LCW CHAMPIONSHIPS! The lights go out, enveloping the arena in darkness. "King" flashes repeatedly for two seconds before fading. AC: Coming to the ring at this time, from ORANGE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA! Weighing in tonight at 230 pounds, he is the LCW CHAMPION... SEEEEAAAN "THE KIIIIING" GAAAALEEEEEN!!! He then struts to the ring, sliding in as he reaches the mat. He then walks to the turnbuckle, raising his right arm, his hand in a fist, The Rock-esque. He then jumps down and does a spin in the middle of the ring, again with his arms stretched straight out, plams up, as if soaking in the reaction. He then flips the hood from his head, and takes off the vest and his belt, handing both objects to the ring announcer before leaning against the turnbuckle. LW: And his opponent... A flicker of the lights throughout the arena starts up a cheer from the fans that circulates across the crowd, the anticipation for the upcoming match building with each passing second. The beginning beats of a song play over the PA system of the arena, as those lights begin to fade to utter darkness. As the beat begins to pick up with the added piano behind it, strobe lights begin to flicker across the ramp way. Then, as the lyrics begin to flow forth from the artist's lips... these strobe lights begin to grow evermore intense. Nothing but my own mistakes staring back at me LW: From SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA! Weighing in tonight at a total of 260 pounds... he is the NLCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... DOMINIIIIIIIC PERIIIICOOOOOLOOOOOO!!! The guitar riff which follows sends a flash of light across the arena, sarks shooting from the rafters as the volume of the fans peak with a scream, a video slowly fading into the large screen in black and white. A droplet of black liquid strikes the surface of the screen, followed by another, as blackened rain droplets begin to trickle downward on the screen. The faded black and white images appear to be jumbled words, none exactly legible. Then, as the jumbled words of the song now known by some as "Pushing Me Away" by Linkin Park circulate throughout the arena, smoke slowly creeps its way across the top of the ramp way; thinned and covering only a foot off of the ground. In the darkness of the curtains, we see a shadow move slightly towards the light, where then the light slowly creeps back from this figure. The fans begin to grow in volume as the words become clear again, the figure keeping his head down all the while as the lights continue to flicker across the ramp way. Even the people who never frown eventually break down The lyrics continue to play over the PA system, but by now the lights have crept their way back up the ramp way, as that shadow begins to walk forward from the darkness with his head ever-lowered. Then, as he steps into the light... the chorus begins, and he lifts his head; and the cheers which radiate from his entrance are near-deafening. Dominic Pericolo, NLCW title strapped 'round his waist, stares down towards the ring with that all-too familiar fire in his eyes. As the chants of "DO-MO-NIC!" begin to circulate throughout the arena, he takes a moment to turn his head out to those cheering fans, eyes hardened in determination. CM: Jesus! Just listen to these fans! BT: For a crowd that's stayed split throughout the night, I'm pretty sure we're seeing just who they favor in THIS match... AJ: I'm surprised! I thought the LCW fans would be more behind Galen here tonight! CM: You have to remember, the LCW fans are none too fond of Galen... even though he's the only hope for our title and, admittedly, I'll be cheering him on: he is still quite possibly one of the more hated members of the LCW roster! Never blinking, seemingly unmoving from his spot aside from the turning of his head, Dominic then moves his head back from the crowd towards the ring and takes a deep breath, as the song begins to pick up ever-more. Clenching his fists tightly as though to crack his knuckles, Dominic makes his way down the ramp way with a calm, collected stride. Wearing his wrestling attire with a trenchcoat flapping out behind him through the fog, Dominic makes it to the front of the ring and then shrugs off said trenchcoat, allowing it to fall from his shoulders to the ground below, before unstrapping his title. A ringside official picks up his trenchcoat to get it out of the way and then takes the title from Dominic before Dominic slides into the ring, a determined look on his face. He stares down at Galen, that determined flare in his eyes never fading as he simply rolls his shoulders and lowers himself down into a fighting stance, lifting his fists up and clenching them tightly. The black tape on his wrists and knuckles seem to strain in the pressure, as Dominic continues to glare at Galen, waiting for the bell. It doesn't take long at all as... AJ: And here we go!! The bell rings, and Dominic and Galen begin to circle each other around the ring. Dominic calls for a tie-up with Galen, who smirks at him and takes a step forward. Suddenly, Galen drops a boot to the stomach of Pericolo, doubling him over! He then grabs Dominic by the arm and goes to whip him off the ropes, but Pericolo reverses and hits an arm drag on the return! Galen shoots back up and charges again, but is met with another arm drag! He gets up one more time and charges at Pericolo once more, but this time side-steps at the last second, as Pericolo goes for another arm drag, only to be met with nothing but thin air! Galen smirks smugly and taps the side of his head, only serving to piss Dominic off! AJ: Come on, Dominic... don't let Galen get the best of you here! CM: Look at that CONFIDENCE! The sheer CONFIDENCE! BT: Confidence my ass you twit! That's cockiness! Pericolo then rushes towards Galen, only to be caught with a headlock takeover, before Galen wrenches in the hold, looking to wear his opponent down even more. All the while, the LCW Champ talks trash, trying to get Dominic to lose his temper, whilst the fans cheer Dominic on! A combination of rage and adrenaline gives Pericolo the strength he needs to start battling back to his feet, taking Galen with him! He then delivers a series of elbow shots to the ribs, trying to break free of his opponent’s grip before then attempting to push him off the ropes! However, Galen refuses to release his grip, instead dropping to one knee in mid-push and dragging Dominic Pericolo right back down to the canvas! JW: Galen with some great tactics here... not only is he wearing Pericolo down with that headlock, but he’s also infuriating him with all of that smack-talking! And if there’s one thing we’ve seen time and time again over the years, it’s that a pissed off wrestler makes mistakes! BT: But Dominic has shown himself that, if anywhere else, he is at his best element in that ring! If this is Galen's way of taking him out of that element, I think he could very well fail! Galen is continuing to insult Dominic Pericolo, as the ref checks to see if Dominic is still with us. However, Pericolo isn’t about to fall to a headlock and again, he feeds off the energy of the crowd as well as the anger that Galen is building up inside him as he battles back to his feet! Just as before, Pericolo connects with several elbow shots to the ribs, this time managing to break free of Galen's grip and then try to run off the ropes! However, before he can do so, Sean reaches out and grabs Pericolo by the hair, yanking it and slamming him straight back down into the canvas! Galen smirks as he then delivers a few stomps to his opponent before bouncing off the ropes to the side and following up with a leg drop! Instead of making a pin attempt though, Galen wraps both hands around Pericolo’s throat and starts to blatantly choke him!! The ref makes his count... 1... 2... 3... 4... BREAK! But Galen chokes Pericolo again!! 1... 2... 3... 4... BREAK!! This time, the ref shares some heated words with Sean Galen, as the San Antonio fans boo loudly... AJ: Well, for all his faults and however much of an asshole Galen has become, he’s certainly playing this match to perfection. CM: These first ten minutes have been all about Galen luring Pericolo in and getting him to fall into his trap, and it’s worked beautifully! BT: Galen is a veteran of the NLCW ring, Pericolo's only been here for over a year. However, Pericolo DOES have a one-win advantage over Galen... I think Galen is moreso powered by proving that he's outgrown Dominic here tonight! Ignoring the rest of the referee’s warning, Galen drags Pericolo over to the corner by his hair before nailing him with a barrage of stinging chops to the chest. He then lifts Pericolo up onto the top turnbuckle and catches him with a couple of uppercuts before then climbing up after his opponent! Galen pauses a moment to jawjack with some of the front-row fans, relishing in his advantage, but this gives Pericolo an opportunity to fight back as he connects with some stiff blows to the stomach! Galen keels over in shock, as Pericolo then steadies himself before flipping over the top of his opponent and taking him over with a super sunset powerbomb, SLAMMING Galen into the canvas as hard as he possibly could! The fans pop loudly, as Sean quickly rolls out of the ring to the outside, looking for a chance to recover... AJ: And Pericolo is back in this with that amazing high-impact maneuver!! JW: But again, Galen is doing the smart thing by rolling to the outside and not giving Pericolo a chance to follow up! Indeed, Sean Galen coughs and splutters as he holds onto the guard rail, trying to catch his breath. He then heads back towards the ring and starts to climb up onto the ring apron, but Pericolo is there to cut him off with a shoulder tackle to the mid-section! He then hooks Galen up, looking to suplex him back into the ring, but Galen somehow blocks! In retaliation, he then fires off a series of knees to the gut, weakening Pericolo once again before then trying to suplex him up and out of the ring! The fans ‘ooooh’ as Sean lifts his opponent into the air, only to have Pericolo break free and land on the apron beside him! The two enemies then throw a volley of punches at one another that soon descends into chops, before Galen suddenly catches Dominic with a poke to the eyes, cutting him off in his tracks! He then grabs Pericolo for a 'cutter, looking to hit the move off the apron and onto the ground, but somehow, Pericolo manages to grab hold of the ropes and stop himself from going down, whilst Galen CRASHES onto the unforgiving ringside mat HARD! AJ: That was the first time we’ve seen Galen attempt anything that resembles high risk in this match and he just paid for it! BT: Galen has been sticking to his game-plan for the first fifteen minutes, but when he tried to pull out something different, Pericolo was there to take the advantage! CM: Yeah, well... you better believe that he won’t make that same mistake twice though! Galen staggers back to his feet, clutching his lower back in agony before then grabbing Pericolo by the legs and trying to pull him off. However, Dominic kicks his free leg backwards, smashing it into his opponent’s face over and over again until Sean lets go! Dominic then steadies himself before jumping onto the second rope and flipping off backwards, taking Galen out with an Asai moonsault, much to the crowd's delight!! AJ: ASAI MOONSAULT JUST WIPED GALEN OUT!! Both Pericolo and Galen lay down and out in a crumpled heap, as the ref looks on from ringside. Faced with no other choice, he begins his mandatory ten count... 1... nothing... 2... still nothing... 3... Galen begins to stir... 4... Pericolo does as well... 5... both men start pulling themselves up... 6... Galen reaches the apron... 7... he slides into the ring as Pericolo tries to follow... 8... and Dominic joins Sean in the ring, beating the count! However, Pericolo is then the recipient of a series of elbow drops to the back of the head from the LCW Champ, making sure he stays down!! AJ: And Galen right back on the attack again, just when it looked as if Dominic Pericolo had found a way in! JW: There’s the experience of Galen coming into play again, Aaron... for all the dastardly things he’s done recently, you just can’t ignore his wrestling prowess as well! Galen then drags Pericolo back up by the hair and again chops at his opponent’s chest before then delivering a spinning back kick, nailing Pericolo square in the gut! Dominic doubles over, and Galen smugly pulls him in, setting him up for what looks to be a powerbomb! He hooks both arms, pauses to talk some trash... but then Pericolo counters with a back body drop, sending his opponent up and over the nearby top rope, sending him crashing back down into ringside! Galen is in a state of shock as he struggles to get back to his feet only to have Pericolo bounce off the ropes opposite and connect with a baseball slide, knocking him back into the safety barrier!! He winces in pain as Dominic then runs and bounces off the ropes again, whilst Galen pushes himself off the barrier! It looks as if Pericolo’s going for another baseball slide, but instead, he wraps his feet around Sean’s head on the way out of the ring and then catches his opponent with a surprise flying head scissors that sends Galen crashing into the nearby steel stairs!! AJ: OH MY GAWD!! BT: What athleticism by the NLCW champ! AJ: Galen thought he had done enough to take Pericolo down with a powerbomb, but Dominic proved to be too wary! BT: Did you just see Galen hit those stairs?! That was insane!! CM: Do you guys usually suck up to your wrestlers this much? BT: OH SPEAK FOR YOURSELF YOU LOUSY HYPOCRITE! The fans are buzzing with excitement as Pericolo clambers back to his feet and goes to work on Sean Galen, again hammering away at the side of his head! He then scoops Sean up, leading him over to the barrier and connecting with a snake eyes before clotheslining his opponent over the top rope and into the crowd!! The ref abandons his ten count as he exits the ring and tries to get Pericolo to bring the action back into the ring! However, Dominic ignores him as he follows Galen over the barrier and starts pummeling his opponent once more! The crowd are shouting all sorts of encouragement at Pericolo as he leads Galen through the throng of people, all the while continuing his assault. He then tosses Galen over the barrier and onto the announce table!! CM: Oh shit... AJ: This is wild!! Pericolo’s battering Galen all over ringside and through the crowd, now taking the fight onto our announce table!! The four announcers move out of the way quickly, as Pericolo follows Sean onto the table before grabbing him by the hair and repeatedly slamming the back of his head down against the table top! the ref again gets involved, as Pericolo halts his attack to face the cheering fans and throw his arms into the air! A ‘DO-MO-NIC!’ chant starts up in response, as Galen pushes himself off the table and tries to crawl away from Dominic Pericolo! However, Dominic then jumps off the announce table and slams into Sean’s back with a double axe handle smash, knocking him back down to the floor! He then turns Galen over onto his back and grabs him by the feet before signaling to the cheering San Antonio audience! Pericolo then falls backwards and catapults Galen into the air... sending him face-first into the steel ring post!! He slumps against the post, only being kept up by the stairs beneath him as Pericolo again gets back to his feet, all to even more cheers! JW: Are we still on? AJ: We sure are, and we’re witnessing an amazing comeback from Dominic Pericolo here!! Galen is damn near out on his feet!! Suddenly, instead of going back to work on Galen, Pericolo’s focus turns elsewhere. He approaches the timekeepers table and calmly asks Lucinda Welch to move. She looks confused, but moves out of the way. Pericolo grabs her chair, snapping it shut to the cheers of the fans! CM: WHAT IS HE DOING?! THIS ISN'T A HARDCORE MATCH!! Dominic, as if answering his question, lifts the chair high and screams out to the fans; "NO F**KING LIMITS!" to a plethora of cheers! AJ: I think he just answered your question! CM: That's not right! That's not right!!! BT: Oh shut it! You're talking about how much more hardcore the LCW is, you're about to find out how we at No Limits do things you son of a bitch! JW: He could get disqualified! AJ: Wrong! This isn't a hardcore match, but it's also anything goes for these titles! Dominic can do what he damn well pleases! The ref tries to get Pericolo to give him the chair, but Dominic simply ignores him as he reels the chair back before then swinging it towards Galen's head, looking to crush it against the ring post! However, Galen just manages to duck down and avoid the blow at the last second, as the sound of steel on steel rings throughout the arena! Sean instantly rolls into the ring, looking to get the hell out of dodge, but Pericolo shoves past the referee, knocking him over as he follows!! Galen is crawling backwards, looking desperately for a way out as Pericolo lifts the chair into the air, about to cave in his opponent’s skull... when suddenly, Galen DIVES forward and hits Dominic with a blatant low blow! Pericolo drops the chair on the canvas and doubles over in agony, before Sean then grabs him by the head and twists him around, PLANTING him onto the chair with the Equalizer!! CM: EQUALIZER ON THE CHAIR!! Pericolo’s out of it!! BT: DAMN IT, NO!! The referee has just struggled back to his feet as Galen crawls on top of Pericolo’s lifeless body to make the cover, shouting ferociously at the official to attract his attention! With the fans booing loudly, the ref slides back into the ring and makes the count... 1... 2... 3-- NO! DOMINIC KICKS OUT!! CM: WHAT THE HELL?! AJ: THAT'S OUR BOY! DOMINIC KICKS OUT! DOMINIC KICKS OUT!! JW: How the HELL did he do that?! BT: He is arguably one of the most determined wrestlers we've EVER had in the NLCW, and he is NOT going to give up so soon you bastards-- much less at all! The San Antonio faithful are ROARING with cheers, as Sean Galen struggles back to his feet and slumps back against the corner. Pericolo slowly begins to pull himself to his feet, Prompting Galen to push himself out of the corner as well. He then signals for the Equalizer again as Pericolo climbs back to his feet and Galen then grabs him by the head from behind... only to have Dominic Pericolo spin around the instant Galen's hands make contact and shove him off into the ropes!! He then bends over in preparation for a back body drop on the return, but Galen sees it coming and instead counters with a swinging DDT, driving Pericolo head-first into the canvas yet again! He crawls on top for another pin attempt... 1... 2... KICK OUT!! AJ: Jesus! That was just as close too!! CM: Come on, Galen! He's got to be running on low by now!! Galen gets back up and stares down at Dominic with a look of annoyance, trying to figure out how to keep the NLCW Champ down. He starts to lead Dominic up... but is suddenly taken over with a small package roll-up! 1... 2... KICK OUT!! JW: Where the hell did that come from?! Galen immediately pops back to his feet and stomps at Pericolo yet again, trying to stop him from attempting anything like that again! He then leads him up and over towards the corner where Galen AGAIN unleashes a barrage of chops, turning Pericolo’s chest a raw pink! He then grabs him by the arm and whips Dominic off into the corner opposite before then charging after him and looking for a shoulder tackle to the mid-section! However, Pericolo manages to dodge to the side at the last second, as Galen tries to slow himself down, only to run head-first into the steel ring post! He remains slumped against the turnbuckle for a few seconds, fighting the urge to black out, whilst Pericolo spots the nearby fallen steel chair. He slowly drags himself back up, taking the chair with him, as Galen finally manages to pull himself from the corner, albeit barely. He turns, just as Dominic then drives the rim of the chair into Sean’s gut, causing him to double over! The ref watches on helplessly as Pericolo winds the chair up and then SLAMS it down against Galen's forehead, knocking him through the ropes and clean out of the ring!! CM: NO!! GOD DAMN IT, PERICOLO! BT: HA! HOW'S THE KING LIKE THOSE APPLES?! The ref quickly snatches the chair from Pericolo’s grasp and tosses it out of the ring, as Dominic collapses and sits with a groggy smirk on his face, listening to the cheers. The referee tries to admonish him for the weapon use, but nothing seems to be getting through, as Dominic looks through the ropes at the lifeless corpse of Sean Galen. The official gives up and instead turns his attention to Galen as well as he then begins his mandatory ten count... 1... 2... 3... but Pericolo rolls out under the bottom rope and proceeds to put the boots to his opponent! The crowd goes wild as Pericolo then turns Sean over to reveal his face now a bloody mess, before firing off a succession of fists to the forehead, looking to open up the wound even further! AJ: Jesus, I have NEVER seen Dominic fight so aggressively before! BT: He is bound and determined to protect that title of his, Aaron! He doesn't want to see the NLCW lose it! CM: Well he's going to have to, Bryan! You NLCWers don't stand a chance! Finally seeing enough, the ref exits the ring and breaks up Pericolo’s attack, forcing him off of Sean Galen whilst he tries to check and see if he’s OK. However, Dominic again pushes past the ref as he grabs Galen by the head and drags him back up before tossing him back into the ring. He then climbs onto the apron before launching himself over the top rope and connecting with a somersault leg drop! However, instead of going for the cover again, Pericolo again goes right back to pounding away at Galen's bloodied face! AJ: This match has turned a full 180, with Pericolo now firmly in control!! Despite the "Anything Goes" rules, the ref once again tries to get in-between the two men as he pulls Pericolo off and then gives him another warning. Pericolo shouts at him over it, as the ref desperately tries to plead his case... before finally, Dominic just shakes his head and decides to go with it to avoid the annoyance. Dominic then heads back to Sean Galen, dragging him back upright and into a standing head scissors! He then signals for the End of Existence before then taking a deep breath and flipping Sean up back-first onto his shoulders... only to have him break free in mid-air, land in front of his opponent and hit a rake to the eyes! He then goes for another Equalizer, but somehow Pericolo is able to block, instead wrapping his arms up and around Galen's neck, dropping onto his ass and immediately dropping Galen back and away! CM: ... the hell was that?! Looked like a screwed up jawbreaker variation! AJ: Dominic comes up with any way possible to reverse a move at a critical moment, it's one of the things he's demonstrated ability in over time here! Dominic lies on the canvas next to his opponent, obviously starting to feel the effects of fatigue. However, the rush of the crowd is enough to give Dominic the energy to pull himself back up and then slowly but surely make his way over towards the corner. He starts climbing, just as Galen staggers back upright again, before Pericolo finally reaches the top turnbuckle! However, before he can do anything, Galen falls against the ropes next to the corner, causing Pericolo to fall and crotch himself! He bounces off the top turnbuckles and falls forwards into the ring, only to have Galen suddenly catch him in mid-air before spinning around and DRIVING him into the canvas with a devastating powerbomb!! AJ: OH MY GAWD!! What a powerbomb!! Pericolo’s back arches in agony, something apparently having tweaked, as Galen lays flat on his back, trying to regain his bearings! He doesn’t stay down for long though, as Sean pushes himself over onto his side and drags himself up, whilst Dominic Pericolo does the same! Dominic quickly swings for a clothesline, but Galen ducks underneath and then delivers several forearms to the small of Pericolo’s back, catching him off guard! He then shoves Pericolo forwards against the ropes, causing him to bounce off them and stagger backwards into another stiff forearm! Galen repeats this a further three times, before then hooking Pericolo up, lifting him into the air and then slamming him backwards with a back drop!! CM: See that? Galen is like a shark that’s just smelt blood... he knows he’s just hurt Pericolo’s back and he isn’t going to stop until he’s BROKEN it!! AJ: Normally, I’d at least have respect for those tactics, but on a night when there’s so much at stake, I can’t help but hate Galen for what he is doing right now!! Pericolo rolls away from his opponent, holding his back in agony, as Sean Galen wipes the blood from his eyes, trying to clear his vision. He then shakes off the effects of a possible concussion as he approaches Dominic once again, this time delivering a series of knee drops to the spine! He shows no signs of letting up, as Galen then heads over towards the corner and steps up onto the second turnbuckle before then leaping off and hitting another big time knee drop down against Pericolo’s back! Dominic cries out due to the pain, as Sean then turns him over and makes the cover... 1... 2... KICK OUT!! JW: If you think about it, that’s another smart move by Galen as well... by forcing Pericolo to kick out of those pin attempts, he’s forcing his back to do even more work when it sorely needs a moment’s rest! AJ: I do have to agree, Galen is playing it VERY smart so far... Galen smirks through the pain as he then drags Pericolo back to his feet before hoisting him up for what looks to be a fallaway slam, only to then CRACK his opponent down with a rib breaker! Not done with just the one, he connects with two more before then flipping Pericolo’s body up over his shoulder and then powerslamming him down into the canvas! Galen then grabs Pericolo by the legs and signals for the end, before attempting to turn him over into an elevated Boston crab! However, Dominic tries fighting Galen with all his worth, before grabbing him by the head and then suddenly rolling Sean up in a small package from out of no-where! 1... 2... 3-- NO! KICKOUT! AJ: ALMOST! Dominic was VERY close to stealing this one away! CM: But he didn't, Aaron! That's what counts!! Galen is fuming as he quickly shoots back to his feet and then connects with a series of elbow drops to the back, one after another after another, until Dominic Pericolo is lifeless! The ref is forced to get involved, trying to get Galen to calm down, and Sean does just that, wiping the sweat out of his eyes and taking deep breaths. He then pulls Dominic back up, immediately scooping him into the air and then delivering a back breaker! Instead of dropping Dominic however, he rests him on his knee before pressing down and stretching Pericolo’s back over it!! Dominic cries out in agony once again, only to have Sean suddenly and forcefully shove him off before again taking another brief break, trying to keep his cool. BT: Sean seems to be really struggling to keep his frustrations in check... JW: I have to give Pericolo credit, as hard as Galen tried to get to him earlier in this match... it's turned into Galen losing his temper here just because of Dominic's resiliency! Galen then drags Pericolo back up again, resting him against the ropes and connecting with even more chops to the chest. This time, he manages to break the skin as a tiny stream of blood trickles down Dominic’s chest. Galen then whips his opponent off into the ropes and waits for him to come back... before slapping him in an abdominal stretch!! Pericolo’s back is in the utmost pain, as Galen applies as much pressure as he possibly can, whilst the referee checks to see if Dominic wanted to give up. However, as he does so, Sean then reaches back with his free hand and grabs hold of the top rope for extra leverage, much to the crowd’s disgust!! AJ: Turn around referee!! Galen is using the ropes!! BT: Er, he can’t hear you Tim... The rousing boos catches the attention of the ref as he lifts his head, seconds after Galen lets go of the top rope! He warns Sean to not try anything funny, before again checking on Dominic Pericolo! However, Galen takes his queue and grabs the top rope again, causing Pericolo to scream out with even more pain! But Dominic STILL refuses to give in, as the ref this time looks up and spots Galen with his hand on the rope! He shoots up and kicks the hand free of the rope before admonishing Galen, only to have Sean ignore his every word and then flip Dominic Pericolo up into the air from abdominal stretch position and then drive him down with a pump handle backbreaker directly onto his out-stretched knee! AJ: JESUS! Pericolo's back has got to be killing him out there! BT: Come on, Dominic... The fans boo loudly as Pericolo slides off Galen's knee and Sean drops down to make the cover... 1... 2... 3--- NO!!! CM: WHAT IN THE HIGH HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! BT: YES! YES!!! KEEP ON FIGHTING, DOMINIC! JW: Jesus, what will power! This is incredible! But the damage has most definitely been done as Pericolo remains down and out, no longer moving. Galen turns him over onto his front, as he then casually makes his way over towards the corner and scales it to the top turnbuckle. Upon reaching the top, he pauses to taunt the fans some more, soaking up the boos with a huge smirk, before then launching himself back into the ring, looking to deliver a Frog Splash directly onto Pericolo’s back!! However, right at the last second, Dominic is somehow able to roll to the side, avoiding the blow as Galen lands HARD chest-first on the canvas and the crowd ERUPTS!!! AJ: And just as we saw earlier on in the match, Galen's attempt at a high risk move just backfired on him!! CM: Yeah, but you can’t expect Pericolo to come back now... I mean, seriously, the guy’s back has just been worked over for the better part of ten minutes!! AJ: You can never count Dominic Pericolo out in these high profile matches... NEVER! JW: So I've learned. Both men slowly but surely stagger back to their feet, both barely able to stand on their own weight after nearly thirty minutes of action! Galen quickly tries to take back control, swinging for a clothesline, but Pericolo ducks underneath and grabs him in a waistlock, obviously looking for a German suplex! However, Galen battles back with a series of elbow shots to the side of the head, loosening his opponent’s grip before then reaching backwards and taking him over with a headlock takedown! He then tries to keep the hold locked in, but Pericolo’s adrenaline is pumping once again as he battles his back to his feet and then forces Galen back into the corner with a series of elbow shots of his own! Once free, Pericolo then NAILS Sean Galen with a series of brutal chops of his own!! He then grabs his opponent by the arm and goes to whip him off into the corner opposite, but somehow, Galen's reverses! He then charges after Dominic Pericolo, looking to follow up right away but instead running into the Decapitation!!! The fans go wild as he crawls on top and makes the cover... 1... 2... 3-- NO!! KICK OUT!! CM: Galen showing some will power of his own! AJ: What a match this has been! Both these men absolutely refusing to stay down! Unfazed, Pericolo grabs Galen by the hair and starts to drag him back up, only to be met with a poke to the eyes!! He then whips Pericolo off into the ropes and bends over for what looks to be a back body drop, but Dominic sees it coming, instead switching behind Galen and grabbing him in a waistlock yet again! This time, there’s nothing that Sean can do to stop him as Pericolo flings his opponent backwards and connects with a German suplex!! Not done there however, he keeps his grip locked as he drags Galen up again and delivers a second!! However, still not finished, Pericolo pulls Galen up one last time, this time connecting with a HUGE release German suplex to send him halfway across the ring!! Pericolo then warily crawls over and collapses on top to make the cover again... 1... 2... 3?!? NO!! Galen GETS A BOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!! AJ: I thought Pericolo had it there!! CM: Not a chance, Aaron! That title is as good as ours! The crowd, as Dominic Pericolo, are in a state of disbelief as Pericolo sits on his knees and brushes his hair back before then dragging Galen up and readying to put him into a reverse fireman's carry, again signaling for the End of Existence! He starts to pull Galen up, but the damage done to his back proves to be too much, causing Dominic to falter and allowing Sean to break free, twisting as he comes down and lands on his feet behind Dominic, holding Pericolo in position for what looks to be another Equalizer!! However, before we can see a repeat of the move, Pericolo somehow manages to break free of Galen's grip, hooking his arms and then spinning him around, with both men vying for a backslide takeover!! However, it doesn’t come as they then spin around again, where Dominic then connects with a big time boot to the gut, before he hooks his stunned opponent by the arms, turns him around and lifts him up into an inverted Gory special position!! The fans go insane as Dominic then jumps up and slams Galen down into the canvas with a Vertebreaker, before turning over and hooking both legs... 1... 2... 3-- NO!! Galen kicks out AGAIN!! BT: Is this match ever going to end?! Neither man seems to hold an advantage! JW: I just can't believe Dominic's back is holding up after all that abuse!! Dominic struggles back to his feet, and then grabs Galen by the head. He then starts to drag him back upright again, but as he does so, Galen swings his arm and connects with a low blow!! Pericolo doubles over, as the ref moves in, trying to figure out what just happened, but before he can do so, Galen pulls him in, pulls him up and quickly drops him with a piledriver! He pauses for a few moments, trying to shake off the effects of the Vertebreaker from before, before turning Pericolo over and making the cover... 1... CM: It’s over... Pericolo’s out of it!! 2... AJ: That bastard Galen!! Abusing the rules AGAIN! CM: Oh shut up, Pericolo-- KICK OUT!! BT: YES!!! YES!!! HE KICKED OUT AGAIN!! CM: I... I... Galen turns to look at the cheering fans, then to the ref, in absolute disbelief. Shaking his head and pulling himself together, he then half-smirks to himself as he gets up and starts taunting Dominic through his blood-caked hair. Dominic tries rolling over onto his knees and getting up, but the pain is too much as Galen then comes in and SLAPS the taste out of his mouth! Pericolo’s head falls to one side, as Galen laughs. He then SLAPS Pericolo again, but this time, Dominic turns back to stare at his opponent! Shocked, Sean Galen starts to panic as he then throws punches instead. However, with each shot, Pericolo seems to find more energy as he screams at Galen to bring it on! The San Antonio crowd is erupting with cheers as Pericolo then steps up as Galen fires off another chop to the chest, only for it to have no effect! Pericolo fires back with one of his own, knocking Sean Galen to the canvas!! CM: F***. Sean staggers right back up and is met with another chop that knocks him straight back down again!! Dominic then helps him back up and fires off a series of blows to the side of the head, before whipping him off the ropes and then catching him on the return with what looks to be a hip toss, only to hook him by the head on the way down and PLANT Galen with a DDT!! He turns him over and makes the cover... 1... 2... KICK OUT!! AJ: Sean Galen is not going to stay down here, Jesus! Pericolo drags Sean Galen into reverse fireman's carry one last time as he then gets set to hit the End of Existence!! A sense of dread flushes over Dominic's face as he takes a deep breath, before FORCING Galen up onto his shoulders!!! This time, there’s nothing that Galen can do to stop him as Dominic holds him up into the air and then DRIVES him down into the canvas with the reverse-DDT off the move!! The crowd explodes with cheers, Dominic laying on the ground in absolute pain from just hitting the move! He lays on the canvas, back arched as he tries to shake off the pain and the fans beg him to turn Sean Galen over and make the cover!! Knowing what’s at stake, Dominic attempts to do just that as he fights through the pain and makes the weak pin attempt... 1... 2... 3!?! NO!!! Galen SOMEHOW KICKS OUT!! JW: ... my GOD. CM: YES! YES!! ALL HAIL THE KING!! AJ: I don't believe this! I don't think anyone in the NLCW has kicked out of the End of Existence before!!! BT: That does it... I don’t think I can take much more of this drama!! Disappointment hits the fans hard as the realization that that may have been Dominic Pericolo’s final chance sinks in!! However, Pericolo refuses to let that be the end as he fights through the pain in his back and then uses the ropes to help drag himself upright. He rests against them for a few moments, trying desperately to ignore the searing pain tearing through his spine as well as the aches plaguing each and everyone of his joints. Pericolo then heads back towards Galen and grabs him by the hair, again looking to drag him back up, but Sean somehow catches him with a jawbreaker! Pericolo stumbles backwards, and falls against the ropes, as Galen then pushes himself up the rest of the way. Dominic then charges forwards, lunging with his boot as he attempts to knock Galen's head off with the Decapitation... only to have Sean duck underneath!! Again, something in Pericolo’s back gives way, as Galen quickly seizes the advantage and grabs him from behind! With little hesitation, Galen hooks his opponents head and then SLAMS him down into the canvas with the Equalizer, before making the cover and reaching out with his legs, placing them on the second rope for added leverage!! 1... AJ: Feet on the ropes!! FEET ON THE ROPES!! 2... BT: NO! DAMN IT ALL, NO!! 3--- NO! SOMEHOW, DOMINIC PERICOLO KICKS OUT!!! AJ: OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD!!! CM: This is NUTS!!! JW: HOW DID PERICOLO KICK OUT?! The crowd EXPLODES with cheers as Sean Galen stares at the referee in stunned amazement! BT: I... my God, I have NEVER seen a match quite like this before! Both men absolutely REFUSE to fail for their federation! AJ: With so much at stake here... both men, throwing all they have at each other! Both of these wrestlers, shining examples of what their federation is capable of, but only one can be crowned the winner here tonight! BT: We may never have a winner at this rate, Aaron! JW: And now with less than a minute to go, it’s obvious that it’s make or break time for one of these men! CM: And the ball looks to be firmly in Sean Galen's court at this point!! Yet Galen is fit to explode as he shares some extremely heated words with the referee before then dragging Dominic Pericolo up and then looking to finish him off once and for all with one final Equalizer! However, Pericolo is somehow able to push him off into the corner before charging after him, only to have Galen duck underneath his clothesline attempt and Pericolo to slam chest-first into the corner! Sean then delivers a quick series of shoulder tackles to the back before turning Dominic around and then seating him on the top turnbuckle. AJ: Pericolo just managing to save himself from the Equalizer on that exchange, but his tank looks to be empty now... Galen then nails his opponent with some sickening uppercuts, almost knocking his opponent clean off the turnbuckle! However, Sean manages to hold him steady as he then starts to climb up after him, only to have Dominic shove him off! Galen lands hard but sucks it up and heads right back over to the corner, climbing once again only to be shoved off a second time!! BT: What the hell is Galen trying to do!?! CM: Whatever it is, he is bound and determined to do it! Sean gets back to his feet and approaches the corner again, this time catching Pericolo with several European uppercuts to stop his fight back. He then climbs up after his opponent and pulls him in for what looks to be a reverse DDT... AJ: Jesus Christ, he's going to go for the Equalizer off the top rope! BT: Oh SHIT... However, before he can do so, Dominic Pericolo throws some wild punches to the ribs, causing Galen to loosen his grip. Pericolo pulls himself free and drops to his feet on the mat, before spinning around, reaching up, and JABBING his finger into Sean’s eye, blinding him!! The fans explode with cheers at the underhanded tactics as Pericolo then pulls himself back up onto the turnbuckle, FORCING Galen to turn around on the top! Dominic climbs up behind Galen and, taking a deep breath, he then grabs Galen and FORCES him up into a reverse fireman's carry once again!!! BT: Oh SHIT!! AJ: COULD THIS BE IT?! Letting out a scream of pain, Dominic steadies himself carefully and turns towards the ring, before pivoting and THROWING Galen out in front of him, falling forward with him down to the mat and hitting... AJ: JESUS CHRIST, THE END OF EXISTENCE STRAIGHT OFF THE TOP ROPE! IT'S OVER, IT'S OVER!! CM: NO, GALEN!! BT: THE KING IS DEAD, YOU SON OF A BITCH! THE KING IS FINALLY DEAD!!! Pericolo’s back seems to be done for, yet he still has enough sense to turn Galen's body over and lay on top... 1... 2... 3!!! AJ: HE DID IT!! UNBELIEVABLE, DOMINIC PERICOLO RETAINS HIS NLCW CHAMPIONSHIP!!! CM: NO! NO! NO!!! BT: YES, YES, YES!!! LW: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER AND *STILL* NLCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... DOMINIC PERIIIIICOOOOLOOOOOO!!!! The bell rings, as the San Antonio fans absolutely ERUPT with cheers, a solid "DO-MO-NIC!" chant bursting all throughout the arena. Dominic, down on the mat and absolutely exhausted from all of the pain, slowly crawls across the ring in an attempt to pull himself up! The cheers only seem to grow louder as the referee takes both the NLCW and LCW championships from a ring attendant, bringing them over to Dominic as he somehow manages to pull himself onto his knees. Dominic stares at both belts in absolute exhaustion, but a grin is slowly spreading across his face. He pulls both titles in to his chest and falls back against the ropes, wincing in pain. On the NLCW-Tron, it shows the backstage lockerrooms in a split-view, the NLCW wrestlers celebrating excitedly as the LCW wrestlers watch on grimly. The shot then switches to the two factions going into the night's main event-- Team NLCW and Team LCW-- where Team LCW appear to have shut their television off, standing around in silence. Meanwhile, Team NLCW is exchanging high fives-- at least, among those who like each other enough to give them. AJ: Dominic with an incredible victory here tonight... and after a match like that, it's hard to believe that there is STILL one more to go! Folks, don't you go ANYWHERE, because we still have the big NLCW vs LCW event to come!! CM: I can't believe Galen lost... BT: What a victory for Dominic! What a victory for the NLCW! The cameras focus on Dominic, absolutely riddled with pain as in the background medics can be seen rushing from the back; but despite the pain... Dominic is grinning in victory, carefully lifting both titles high for all to see. Finally, after several moments, we fade to the back. You have a chance to really shine now Well patience never was, one of your true virtues And stop trying to control everything, and fuck what they say, what do you have to prove? The LCW invades Avulsion, the C.U.N.T.s attacking Chris Champion backstage. So why am I waiting, this time that I'm wasting, if that's what you mean So why am I waiting, yeah, this time that I'm wasting, if that's what you mean Chris Champion, in turn, invades Showcase... and rips through the entire roster, only being stopped when Phil Castle comes in and turns on the NLCW. How will this be, when all is said and done, will I know where I'm from, remember me Where will I be, I guess I'm on the run, and time is catching up behind me, Behind me yeah, behind me yeah, behind me Bucky Skylar and Rick Majors argue over the spot as Team Captain for Team NLCW, despite there not really being an official spot for it, only going to further show the distressful state of the NLCW's roster. I'm scared to be the only one who sees The hourglass run dry, 'cause too much time went by And why do I try to prove that I will be, ready for everything thrown at me Dominic Pericolo tries to talk things through with Tanya Black, to settle their differences, but to no real avail. So why am I waiting, this time that I'm wasting, if that's what you mean So why am I waiting, yeah, this time that I'm wasting, if that's what you mean Robert Bordeaux actually challenges Chris Champion, much to the shock of everyone. The LCW proceeds to be deemed the Lumberjacks for the match, much to the shock of no one. How will this be, when all is said and done, will I know where I'm from, remember me Where will I be, I guess I'm on the run, and time is catching up behind me, yeah How will this be, when all is said and done, will I know where I'm from, remember me, yeah Where will I be, I guess I'm on the run, and time is catching up behind me Team NLCW stands tall on Avulsion, having stopped Team LCW from destroying Champion before the event ever begins. These thoughts trickle down, imaginary lines cut through the ground These thoughts trickle down, imaginary lines cut through the ground Dominic Pericolo, NLCW World Heavyweight Champion, hits the End of Existence. Sean Galen, the LCW Champion, hits the Equalizer. So why am I waiting, this time that I'm wasting, if that's what you mean So why am I waiting, yeah, this time that I'm wasting, if that's what you mean The faces of Team NLCW: Chris Champion, Rick Majors, Bucky Skylar, Kindred London, Tanya Black and Shane Perry. How will this be, when all is said and done, will I know where I'm from, remember me Where will I be, I guess I'm on the run, and time is catching up behind me, yeah How will this be, when all is said and done, will I know where I'm from, remember me, yeah The faces of Team LCW: Phil Castle, Aiden Miles, Fuel, Chris Logan, Splinter and Remi Bonneau. Where will I be, I guess I'm on the run, and time is catching up behind me This... is NLCW versus LCW.  The bell rings. BT: This is it... Both sides stay motionless, the 12 people in the ring staring each other down intensely. Only one from each side can be in at once... and none have chosen who. It only takes a short moment for the NLCW's side before Rick Majors steps forward, motioning for the others to step outside. Everyone BUT Skylar seem to be okay with it, as Bucky leaves Majors a lasting glare from behind before he steps outside. Meanwhile, on the LCW's side, Aiden Miles nods to his LCW brothers, motioning that he'll be fine. The LCWers leave the ring as well, as Rick Majors stands center-ring and stares Aiden Miles dead in the eye. The fans are going nuts. AJ: Rick Majors, arguably one of the most successful stars of NLCW's past, stepping in the ring with Aiden Miles, one of the best wrestlers currently in the LCW! This is past verses future, ladies and gentlemen! CM: Come on, Miles... Miles, not showing any fear, takes a step forward and looks to lock up with Majors. After hesitating for a moment to think it over, Majors steps forward and takes Miles' outstretched hand, locking with it. Slowly, Miles reaches out his other hand for Majors, who takes it as the two lock up. Both men stall for a moment, and then realizing that neither is going to attempt anything underhanded, quickly go to work on their test of strength. Majors seems to have the upper hand rather quickly over Miles, as he starts backing him towards the ropes, when Miles hunkers down to one knee and plants his other foot firmly against the mat, pushing up against Majors! Suddenly, Miles is actually finding himself able to force Majors back across the ring, soon pressing the NLCW legend's back against the ropes! In one fluid motion, Miles breaks the lock and comes firing forward with an elbow to the midsection, followed by another, and another! Majors, now doubled over, cannot stop himself as Miles grabs onto his arm and sends him running with an Irish Whip! However, he can reverse the attempted Hurricanrana by Miles off the return, catching Miles on his shoulders and incredibly dropping him with a sit-out powerbomb! AJ: JESUS! Majors with a move we've rarely seen him use: a powerbomb! JW: These two are so similar in size, it's no wonder he was able to pull it off! Majors slowly forces himself up to his feet, staggering back and watching as Miles stirs on the mat. Majors waits as Miles pulls himself up, staring angrily at Majors. Snarling, Aiden Miles then forces himself up and charges for Rick Majors, ducking over an attempted clothesline and turning 'round behind Majors, applying a reverse waistlock! Aiden goes to lift Majors up, but Majors fights the hold and forces himself back down to his feet, firing off several elbow shots to the side of Aiden's head! Finally, Aiden breaks the hold and staggers to his corner as Majors turns, getting into a fighting stance. Splinter makes a blind tag to Aiden behind Aiden's back, hidden from Majors, as Aiden smirks and starts making his way forward. Majors rushes forward, looking to lock up with Miles, but Miles instead ducks just in time as Majors charges headlong into a dropkick from Splinter!! BT: Whoah! What a shot! CM: Ha! These LCW boys are awesome when it comes to coordinating attacks! Majors rolls quickly to the side, showing great ring presence as despite his now dazed state he's able to roll away from the LCW corner, isolating himself from them. Splinter and Aiden high-five each other before Aiden leaves the ring, and Splinter looks ready to take on the now rising Majors. However, as Rick gets himself back up to his feet and ready to take Splinter on, Bucky slams his hand down on Rick Majors back, tagging himself in. Rick turns in anger to see Skylar entering the ring, the feuding continuing. Rick stares at Bucky before unwillingly leaving the ring. Bucky then stares across the ring at the LCW new comer Splinter. Bucky moves forward but suddenly hits the mat. BT: What the… CM: Haha. I knew this would happen. Bucky is pulled from the ring by Rick Majors. Skylar slides out and lands on his feet, turning to see the man who took his legs from underneath him. AJ: Rick Majors has pulled his own teammate out of the ring. This is crazy. We need to stop this arguing and concentrate on winning the match. JW: NLCW is still showing that is in a state of civil war. CM: NLCW cannot cope together, LCW can put their differences aside for the greater good. That is the simple reason why we will win. Bucky, realising it is Majors, gets in his face, as Rick does to him. The two exchange a heated debate on the outside of the ring, as Team NLCW shout at them to sort it out and get back into the match. The two men ignore them and continue with their argument before Splinter makes it to his feet in the ring. Splinter sees the two in a heated exchange on the outside and decides to take them both out. He builds momentum and throws himself between the middle rope and top in a suicide dive. He catches both team NLCW members in the head with forearms, sending both flying over the barricade into the front row of fans. AJ: Holy hell. Bucky and Majors have just been sent into the front row! CM: LCW is giving to NLCW. The intensity is showing through! In the ring, Chris Logan enters the ring, whilst on the opposite side, Shane Perry heads into action. The two meet in the centre of the ring as Perry hits Logan with a clothesline. Logan goes down but is straight back up. He is then met with another clothesline. Again Logan gets up instantaneously but staggers back against the ropes. Perry then dumps him over the top rope to the outside. Logan hits the bottom of the ramp as Phil Castle enters the ring. Castle comes from behind to clothesline Perry and send him following Logan to the outside. Suddenly, Chris Champion dives into the ring, wanting to get at Phil Castle. Castle turns and is floored by a haymaker punch from Champion. Castle is grounded as Champion mounds him and begins pounding away. With the defenceless Castle being pounded, Bonneau comes to his aid, hitting Champion in the side of the head with a dropkick. Champion falls out of the ring, between bottom and middle ropes and falls to ringside, side by side with Perry and Logan. Remi turns and is clobbered by Tanya Black with a dropkick flush to the face. Remi is sent flying across to the opposite side of the ring where Fuel enters the ring to deal with Black. The beaten up Fuel walks straight into a forearm. Tanya forces Fuel back against the ropes with numerous forearms to the face. She then whips him across the ring but the former LCW Hardcore Champion reverses. Tanya is whipped across the ring, straight into the recovering Phil Castle. Phil lifts Tanya into the air, looking to drop her, however, she reverses in mid air and hits Castle with a kick to the side of the head whilst 6 feet high. Castle is sent flying over the ropes and hits the floor hard. AJ: Tanya Black with a superb dropkick. BT: Another one falls to ringside. There is a huge heap of bodies out there. Tanya gets to her feet and spends a split second admiring what she had done before she is disposed of by Fuel. After connecting with a clothesline and dumping Tanya to the outside with it, Fuel is caught by a horrific punch to the face by the only standing NLCW member. Kindred fights Fuel from on the ring apron, hitting with numerous right hands before setting him up for a suplex. He goes to suplex Fuel onto the bodies of his own team members on the outside but Fuel blocks it. Fuel manages to suplex Kindred back into the ring but London slides out of it. From behind, London lifts Fuel up by the legs and throws him over the top rope. Fuel lands in the huge heap of bodies at the bottom of the ramp. BT: And another one! This is great. Kindred gets to his feet only to be hit in the back by a dropkick between the shoulder blades from Aiden Miles. The former NLCW American champion is sent flying over the top rope and lands straight on top of Sugar Shane Perry as he attempts to get to his feet. CM: All of Team NLCW is on the outside and Aiden Miles is standing tall for LCW. JW: And Remi Bonneau! Remi gets to his feet and looks around at the cleared ring. He takes a peek over the ring and sees a mound of men all fighting to get to their feet. As Chris Logan fights with Chris Champion and all the rest begin to use each other to help themselves to get to a vertical base, Remi hits the ropes. He charges towards them, jumps, lands on the top ropes and springboards. He flies towards the crash mat of bodies and hits a beautifully executed springboard swanton bomb, taking out every single man. AJ: HOLY SHIT! CM: That is f***ing awesome! JW: LCW owns! The crowd erupt in a huge chant of “HOLY SHIT” in respect for the fantastic high risk move that Remi Bonneau pulled off for team LCW. JW: That was just amazing. Remi Bonneau puts life and limb on the line to take out team NLCW and members of his own team. CM: I think Aiden is planning the same thing here. Aiden looks at the bodies, planning something before turning to face the crowd. From beneath a pile of chairs, Bucky Skylar and Rick Majors emerge, arguing with one another still, faces pushed up against the other. Aiden sees an opportunity. He heads over to the turnbuckle and climbs. He lines up the two men, who seem a mile away, from his perch high above them. The crowd suddenly go silent as the two NLCW men turn to see what is going on. All they see is Aiden Miles hurtling towards them in a cross body. He fleis over the barrier and catches them both, causing them to slam into the chair and concrete and disappear into the bustling crowd of fans. JW: HOLY SHIT! HOW DID HE DO THAT? BT: What the hell is going on here? How have all of team NLCW been taken out? CM: You underestimated how hungry LCW is. You’re now paying for your ignorance. BT: What have you been smoking Charles? Everyone on team LCW is out as well. The referee literally has no clue, at this point, what to make of how to call the match. He's watching on in confusion and trying to decide if he should start a count or wait for the legal men to re-enter. Slowly, Remi Bonneau begins to pull himself back into the ring, shaking off the cobwebs from his fall, and the ref simply takes a step back and decides not to start his count! Remi slowly pulls himself up and shakes his head, getting to a vertical base... only to be shoved into the ropes from behind by Chris Champion! The fans erupt as Champion then catches Remi off of his rebound, pulling him up into the air and then DROPPING him back down with... BT: SCHOOL'S OUT! SCHOOL'S OUT ON REMI! CM: SHIT! Not wasting time, Champion pulls himself right on top of Remi as on the outside the others are beginning to stir and start fighting again! The referee, absolutely lost at this point, has no idea whether he should count the pin or not until Champ looks up and gives him a murderous glare. Relenting, the referee drops for the count. 1... 2... 3!!! BT: YES! LW: Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Champion has eliminated Remi Bonneau! CM: Damn. NLCW strikes first blood... JW: We'll fire back soon enough, don't worry about it. Champion rolls Remi out of the ring as, from the outside, Fuel quickly scales up the steps and onto the turnbuckle. Champion pulls himself up to his feet and turns, walking RIGHT into a missile dropkick from Fuel! On the outside, amazingly, Rick Majors and Bucky Skylar have somehow settled their differences long enough to take out their frustrations on Aiden Miles, who finds himself unfortunate enough to be stuck between the two! Majors spikes Miles into the barrier and Bucky quickly drops an elbow onto the back of Aiden's head, when shortly after Splinter is there to clip Rick Majors' leg out from behind! Bucky continues his assault on Miles all the while, until Shane Perry gets sent reeling by a furious Chris Logan into him, sending Bucky staggering forward. Bucky turns around, enraged, only to get BLASTED with a high leg clothesline from Chris Logan, who flew overhead of Perry who ducked just in time to get out of the way of the move! Back in the ring, Fuel is absolutely unloading down on Champion, doing all he can to keep the NLCW legend down on the mat and incapacitated! CM: Look at the hunger in Fuel's eyes! He is bound and determined to take Champion out of the equation as quickly as possible! BT: Ain't a chance, jackass! Eddy isn't going down for ANYONE. AJ: And here comes backup!! Tanya Black has managed to escape the chaos on the outside long enough to slide into the ring to help the struggling Champion out with Fuel, who doesn't seem to notice her before it's too late. With a vicious looking kick to the back of the head, Tanya sends Fuel falling to the side of Champion, clutching his head in pain. Chris pulls himself up and rubs at his head in pain, a few good looking marks on his face from the hard strikes by Fuel showing through. Tanya looks down at Fuel as he starts to pull himself up and back to Champion, a smirk on her face. The two nod together and help Fuel up the rest of the way, whipping him across the ring and into the ropes! Locking arms, both Champion and Tanya look to flip Fuel over with a low-level clothesline, only to have Fuel drop to the mat and baseball slide under them both, turning in mid-slide and landing on his feet outside the ring! Fuel leaps onto the ring apron and then onto the top rope, springboarding off at the duo for a crossbody, only to have them both dive out of the way! In mid-fall, however, Fuel is able to spin himself over to land on his back, rolling through carefully with the landing and pulling himself up to a knee by the ropes! However, he proves to have rolled a little bit too close to Shane Perry, who reaches through the ropes and BLASTS Fuel in the face with a hard right hand! BT: OUCH! What a right from Perry! JW: A very vicious blow... this isn't looking good for Fuel in there! CM: But it sure as hell is looking great for the LCW on the outside! They're on a comeback! BT: You twit, if Fuel goes next your guys will be down by two and I highly doubt they'll be coming back from there! CM: You have no idea how dedicated these guys are, Bryan. NO idea whatsoever! Fuel crawls away from the ropes clutching at his face in pain, and winds up crawling right into a now standing Tanya Black, who helps pull him up to his feet before hitting a few quick elbow to his face, furthering the damage done! Acting quickly, she grabs hold of his arm and looks to Irish Whip him into the corner, only to have him reverse! Tanya hits the corner hard and starts to stagger out of it, when Aiden Miles grabs hold of her by the ankles and trips her up from the outside! Having escaped the onslaught of Bucky by taking him down with a quick DDT to the outside, Aiden now rolls into the ring to help out his C.U.N.T. partner with Champion and Black! Champion charges for the now risen Aiden and takes him down with a quick clothesline, bringing Aiden to pop back up after impact! Champ goes for another, but this one Aiden ducks and leaps into the corner, planting his feet against the ropes and performing a beautiful backflip from the corner back into Champion, taking him down with a springboard moonsault! Tanya, meanwhile, has crawled away from the two and is attempting to pull herself back up from the mat, only to have Fuel help her up the rest of the way and absolutely BLAST her in the stomach with a hard knee! AJ: Not looking good for one of the halves of the NLCW Tag Champs here... Fuel, already looking for the Explosion, gets ready to set Tanya Black up for it only to have the determined NLCW diva let out a scream of anger and start pushing forward against him! Managing to actually start moving Fuel backwards, the LCWer panics and starts raining down blows to the back of Tanya, which only seem to make her even more pissed off! Finally, she forces herself up and starts firing off shots to the stunned Fuel, only to find herself the victim of a shot to the back of the head by Aiden Miles! With Champion down and recovering, the C.U.N.T.s are able to double-team Tanya as they please, and it definitely doesn't prove to be in her favor. Fuel and Miles set Tanya up for a double suplex, but just as they go to lift her up, Shane Perry reaches in from the outside and grabs hold of Aiden Miles' ankle, forcing him right back out of the ring! Coming to the rescue of his partner, Fuel looks confused as he looks over to Perry, who by now is raining down shots on the fallen Miles, and this gives Tanya more then enough time to send her knee rocketing up RIGHT between Fuel's legs! CM: OOOF... BT: That has GOT to hurt. CM: Well no shit. AJ: Tanya setting Fuel up here for the Broken Spirit! Tanya grabs hold of Fuel by his head and forces him to turn around in mid-move, now holding him with him leaning backwards towards her. Tanya stalls a second before pivoting and dropping her forearm hard across the chest of Fuel, driving the wind out of him! Then, as she rolls to the side, Chris Champion suddenly comes flying into the scene with an elbow drop from the top rope!! Fuel rolls to the side in pain as Champ rolls away and then sits up, shouting at Tanya to make the pin! Miles has finally managed to fight Perry off on the outside, sliding into the ring to look and stop the pin from happening, but Champ is right there to meet him head on! Tanya rolls Fuel onto his back, looking to go for the cover, as Champion begins rocking Fuel's partner with hard rights and lefts! 1... 2... 3-- NO! Broken up by Phil Castle! CM: PHEW! AJ: Phil Castle with a last-second save there, and now all of the action appears to be spilling back into the ring! Tanya rolls to the side to escape Phil's onslaught, as he quickly goes after her after breaking up the pin with hard shots to her side, driving the wind from her! Meanwhile, Chris Logan battles on the outside still with Bucky Skylar, while Shane Perry quickly sees his chance after standing on the outside, running up the steps and then propelling himself up onto the top rope. He steadies himself for a second, then leaps off with a Shooting Star Press, following through with the flip into a midair sit-out that lands him right on top of Fuel with a Shooting Star Leg Drop! Fuel's body archs up into the air momentarily from the impact before he crashes back down to the mat, clutching at his throat in pain! Keeping his leg draped over Fuel's throat, and leaning to the side to hook his leg, Perry makes the cover as the rest of Team LCW remain distracted by Team NLCW!! 1... 2... 3!!! CM: NO! NO!! JW: This does NOT look good for the LCW, much less our jobs... LW: Ladies and gentlemen, Shane Perry has eliminated Fuel!! In an instant, Phil Castle relents his assault against Tanya Black and spins around, pulling himself to his feet as Perry does the same and charging Perry head-on with a spear to his midsection, sending both men FLYING through the middle ropes of the ring and to the outside, the crowd ERUPTING with cheers at the sudden act of violence over the pin! The referee rolls Fuel out of the ring at this point, some of the officers in the front row coming over to take him to the back from there. With Castle and Perry laid out on the outside, Miles and Champion still battling away inside, Logan and Skylar throwing each other all over the place back outside the ring and Tanya Black just plain resting her wounds, Rick Majors finds himself observing the chaos for the moment before noticing Splinter pulling himself up in the corner once again. Majors quickly charges the now risen Splinter, looking to avalanche him into the corner and stun him, only to have it work in reverse as Splinter quickly rushes forward and dives to the mat, taking Majors legs out from under him with a drop toe hold that sends him crashing face first into the bottom turnbuckle!! AJ: WHOAH! What fast reactions by Splinter!! JW: That kid has got so much talent... he's going to go places, Aaron! CM: Yeah! In the LCW, once this night is over! BT: The only place he'll be going if he follows the LCW will be the unemployment line you arrogant bastard. CM: Oh speak for yourself, Bryan! Chris Logan has managed to gain the advantage on the outside of the ring in his little war against Bucky Skylar, who is absolutely rabid in his fight to regain control against the member of the Saints. Despite them not really having any problems with each other, the sheer intensity of the match on its own is fueling both men to fight like never before, and it inevitably fuels Chris Logan to start fighting dirty as Bucky starts to regain control, stopping him short with a quick thumb to the eye, followed by a kick to the gut! He grabs hold of Bucky by his tights and his shoulder, Logan then launches Bucky headlong into the steel ring steps, the CLANG coming from them echoing throughout the arena as the fans quickly drown it out with "OOOOOs" at the sound. Logan advances to the down Bucky and pulls him up, rolling him back into the ring. He starts to follow after, only to lean his face RIGHT into the boot of Tanya Black, who blasts him across his face with a solid baseball slide, sending him staggering back into the barricade! The fans erupt with cheers, as Tanya pulls herself back up again from there, Logan crawling away from the barricade towards the announce table. Getting an idea, Tanya then starts to ascend the turnbuckle... AJ: I have a bad, bad feeling about this. JW: You too? Good, think we should move here shortly? AJ: Yeah, might be a good idea. BT: I'm inclined to agree. CM: For God's sake, just move your asses already, SHE'S GONNA JUMP! Tanya then proceeds to LEAP from the turnbuckle flipping in midair and looking to crash straight down on the now risen Chris Logan! Logan has no time to react, and finds himself victim to Tanya crashing right down on top of him, sending the both of them CRASHING through the announce table, which absolutely buckles underneath the impact as dust kicks up from below it, creating a small cloud that kicks up all around the area! Instantly, the low sound of static fills the speakers as it appears the announcers wiring have been severed. The camera picks up the panicked looks of Aaron as he can just barely be heard screaming "OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD!" at the top of his lungs, Bryan's eyes wide as he stares down at the chaos. Joseph and Charles both are struggling to get their headsets to work, as Tanya and Logan both stay down amidst the shattered remains of the announce table. The fans are going INSANE, screaming "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" at the top of their lungs. For now, a low static hum is heard over the speakers before it cuts out, the match continuing on without the announcers for the time being as the fans continue to cheer wildly! Some of the wrestlers in the match have stopped to survey the damage on the outside, astounded by Tanya's daring move. Others just continue fighting and, among those just not watching at this point, the LCW newcomer Splinter has managed to get himself right back up after taking Majors down. Bucky Skylar has pulled himself up behind Splinter, now waiting for him to turn around and, the instant he does, Bucky lunges forward and catches him in a 3/4 Headlock, looking to hit the Fall From Grace! He leaps forward with Splinter, looking to bring him down in the 'cutter, but Splinter manages to shove Bucky away in mid-air! Bucky reacts completely on instinct from here on, however, quickly leaning back in midair and landing hard on his back, arms spread out. He rolls over onto the side after impact and takes a few gasps to catch his breath from the hard impact, but otherwise managed to avoid a harder landing on his ass or an awkward one on his legs. Pulling himself up to surprising applause from the fans at his ring presence, Bucky finds himself now cornered between two LCWers: Splinter on the inside and the now risen Phil Castle on the outside, who has left Shane Perry in order to take Bucky on once again. AJ: ... get... orki... mnit! JW: I thi... we're... ing ba... on. With the wiring issues being taken care of so the announcers can get back to calling the match, Tanya Black and Chris Logan have rolled away from what's left of the announce table, whilst back inside the ring "The Savior" is now bravely taking on both Phil Castle and Splinter, dropping both men with fast and vicious lefts and rights, doing all he can to keep them at bay long enough for backup to come. However, Perry is still on the outside in pain, Tanya lay next to the wreckage of the table, Majors is only now beginning to stand once again, and Miles just isn't giving Champion any room to breathe as Chris grows ever-more frustrated with the tenacious LCWer. Finally, the tides begin to turn back against Bucky, as Phil catches his fist and lands a hard shot to his stomach, followed by a clubbing elbow to the side of his face. Bucky staggers backwards, clutching at the side of his face in pain as Splinter then tilts Bucky's head up before BLASTING him in the center of his face with a closed fist punch! Bucky falls back into the ropes, groggy and with blood trickling from his nose after the shot. Castle turns to say something to Splinter, when Bucky's blood trickles over his lips and, tasting his own blood, the Enigma becomes very pissed off. Bucky forces himself from his corner and screams at the top of his lungs, clotheslining both LCWers down! BT: JESUS! AJ: I-- hey! We're finally back! JW: Thank God for competent ring technicians. CM: These are really flimsy wires for our headsets, maybe we shouldn't wire them in with the table when matches like these are going to occur. AJ: That is a very good suggestion that will likely go completely ignored. CM: Ass. Bucky, now in a fit of rage, looks to take out anyone who stands against him. He takes Castle up and over the top rope with a clothesline that sends him tumbling to the outside, before turning and catching the rushing Splinter with a boot to the stomach. Bucky then grabs Splinter and throws him through the middle ropes, turning his attention to Aiden Miles now as Splinter grabs hold of the ropes and manages to catch himself on the outside from falling, landing on his side on the apron! Bucky charges for Miles and hits a rushing elbow shot to the face that sends Miles dropping to the mat and to the outside, giving Champion some breathing room as he leans against the ropes and stares, annoyed and slightly winded, at Miles on the outside. Then, strangely, Bucky attacks Rick Majors. AJ: Oh WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! BT: Bucky you lousy jackass, Majors isn't the enemy! JW: He is to Bucky! CM: Haha, whip his ass, Savior! Bucky stomps away at Majors, the camera picking up his shouts of "THE F*** WERE YOU?! I NEEDED HELP!" as he keeps raining shots down onto the back of Majors, who before had almost shaken off the effects of landing so hard on his head against the buckle, only to be getting the hell stomped out of him. Acting quickly, Champion rushes over and grabs Bucky by his shoulder, pulling him away from Majors, only to have Bucky spin around and deck him! The fans erupt with boos as Bucky quickly rains shots down onto Champion, before sending HIM to the outside! Majors rolls out as well, leaving only three men left in the ring: Kindred London, Bucky Skylar and Splinter! Splinter, who by now has realized his situation from on the apron, quickly drops out of the way as Kindred London comes sliding through the ropes with a missed baseball slide! London goes along with it, however, grabbing the ring apron and slanting himself enough to plant his feet on the ground, spinning around to take on Splinter. However, the enraged Bucky doesn't seem to care who's enemy and whose ally at this point, as he comes flying over the top rope and crashes right down on top of both Splinter and London with a suicide plancha!! AJ: Damn it, damn it!!! BT: What's gotten into Bucky?! CM: He's pissed off at everyone, and I don't think he's willing to put up with anyone's shit anymore! AJ: What gets me is he attacked Majors for not helping, when London's been screwing around for quite some time now! JW: I have noticed a bit of downtime on London's part... BT: London's made it no secret he's none too supportive of the NLCW, I wouldn't be surprised if he was ready to just let people tear the shit out of each other for awhile before getting back into the match. CM: Plus, you know, Skylar hates Majors. BT: Point. Bucky, running completely off of adrenaline at this point, pulls himself back up and looks around for his next target... CRACK! AJ: OH JESUS!! Bucky staggers forward and simply falls to the outside matting, as a heavy-breathing Phil Castle stands behind him, steel chair in hand! The referee, completely distracted by the numerous other fights going on, doesn't notice the chair shot and Castle simply tosses the chair to the side, making his way over and picking up the near-lifeless Enigma. He rolls him into the ring and rolls after him, shouting at the ref. The ref turns and Castle goes for the cover, the fans booing relentlessly at all of this... AJ: This isn't right, damn it! CM: Neither was Pericolo earlier, turnabouts fair play, bitch! 1... 2... 3-- NO! BUCKY KICKS OUT! Cursing wildly, Castle quickly stands and forces Bucky up to his feet with him, ducking under a wild haymaker attempt from the Savior who despite the pain wracking his head is STILL fighting. Skylar swings back around and tries to hit Castle once more behind him, but Castle ducks backwards, desperately avoiding Bucky's wild shots. Bucky starts to rush for the retreating Castle, when Castle suddenly lunges forward, managing to lure Bucky in, and just leaps into the air, grabbing Bucky by his head and twisting him around in his mid-run, forcing Bucky's body to twist back around with him as Castle DROPS him back to the mat with... JW: A CUT ABOVE THE REST!! BT: SHIT! Castle actually hit it! CM: Castle going for the cover!! 1... 2... 3!!! AJ: Damn! NLCW takes its first loss for the match! AC: Ladies and gentlemen, Phil Castle has eliminated Bucky Skylar! Castle rolls Bucky to the side as officers make their way over to help Bucky out, when suddenly Shane Perry rushes back into the ring and lands a fast double axe-handle dive onto him, the shot rocking the side of Castle's head. He rolls to get out of the way, but the quicker Perry pounces on top of him and grabs hold of his arm, rolling him around and pulling him into a tightly locked armbar, Phil Castle's screams of pain getting nearly drowned out by the cheering fans. Back on the outside, Tanya has FINALLY managed to pull herself up, though Chris now appears to be back in it and clutching his back in pain-- likely from the way he hit the table before it broke. Tanya stumbles towards the ring, trying to regain her barings, when Splinter, steel chair dropped by Castle now in hand, throws the chair at her! Instinctively she catches the chair and, before she realizes what's about to happen, Splinter leaps into the air and hits a nasty looking kick straight to the chair, smashing it into Tanya's face! Perry sees this from inside the ring and breaks his hold on Castle, enraged, leaving Castle clutching at his arm in pain. Splinter stands back up and sees Perry coming, quickly grabbing the chair to try and ward him off. Perry, however, isn't intimidated at all as he slides out of the ring and makes a beeline straight for Splinter... but Chris Logan, back pain and all, comes flying in for the save with an STF!! JW: Logan, fighting off the pain and managing to make the save for Splinter! AJ: Damn it all, someone get that chair out of there before things get even worse!! Splinter, a smirk now on his face, makes his way over to Tanya and lifts her to her feet, before rolling her into the ring. He picks her back up upon re-entering, only to have her shove him away from her! With a violent kick to the stomach, Tanya looks ready to set Splinter up for the Threesome, when Splinter manages to shove her away as well! Splinter takes a step forward when Tanya swings at him for a clothesline and, finding the opening he was looking for, Splinter hooks his arm and twists around behind her, hooking her other arm! In one fluid motion, Splinter has her up and around in a Vertebreaker position and, wasting no time, drops her right on the head with... CM: SPLINTERSTELLAR DROP! BT: Damn it all, don't tell me they're going to even it up here! Splinter goes for the cover... JW: Looks like it, Bryan! 1... 2... 3!!! AJ: Damn, things are tied back up between NLCW and LCW! AC: Ladies and gentlemen, Tanya Black has been eliminated by Splinter! And Chris Logan has been knocked the fuck out by Shane Perry. Desperate to help his partner, Perry absorbs every punch Logan throws at him to keep him at bay, grabs Logan forcefully by his head, and LAUNCHES Logan head-first into the steel post of the ring! The fans ERUPT with cheers as Perry slides into the ring, rushing straight for the standing Splinter. Before Splinter can react, Perry has grabbed him by his THROAT and shoved him straight into the turnbuckle! Splinter's eyes widen as Perry steps right towards him and just starts RAINING punches and kicks down onto him! On the outside, Phil Castle is struggling against a barrage of hard shots from Kindred London and, surprisingly, Rick Majors, while Chris Champion once again finds himself having to deal with Aiden Miles on the outside, who seems bound and determined to take Champion down! Neither man seems to have a clear advantage over each other, but it's clear that if anything else it's pissing Champion off that he can't seem to escape the assault of the unrelenting LCWer! BT: Eddy doesn't exactly look pleased with the situation he's in! JW: Aiden Miles is an incredible talent, absolutely unforgiving in the ring to his opponent. If he has his sights set on Champion, you can be damn sure he's going to give it his all to take him down! Back in the ring, Perry is still beating the holy hell out of Splinter, before grabbing him by his head and leading him back out of the corner. Perry then lands a HARD knee to the gut, doubling Splinter over, and proceeds to set him up and bring him down with his finisher, the Split Decision T-Bone Suplex! Splinter seems absolutely out of it, but Perry doesn't stop there, giving a nod to Tanya as she's taken by officers to the back from the match and lifting Splinter back up. Perry sets Splinter up into a reverse DDT position, holds out his arm, pivots, and then drops an elbow hard across his chest with none other then Tanya Black's own finisher, the Broken Spirit! The fans erupt in cheers for the sign of respect from Perry to his partner, as he keeps the arm draped over Splinter for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!! BT: YES! Four on three, baby! CM: Shit... LW: Ladies and gentlemen, Splinter has been eliminated by Shane Perry! Perry rolls Splinter out of the ring to the officers, jaw-jacking the fallen LCWer all the while. Chris Logan pulls himself up in a shaken state, looking at the fallen chair and glaring heatedly at Perry in the ring. He reaches up and wipes the blood pouring from the gash on his forehead after the hard shot to the steel post, and then leans down and picks up the chair. For the first time during the match, the referee FINALLY sees the steel chair and shouts at Logan to put it down, but Logan spits at the referee! Shocked, the referee pauses for a moment before angrily shouting a warning to Logan. Logan audibly shouts "GET BENT!" at him and, obviously not caring about the sake of the LCW at this point, makes his way around the ring behind Majors and London with a pissed look on his face. Logan then proceeds to wind up and deliver one SICK looking shot to the back of Majors head! The ref immediately calls for the bell, as Logan then lays another shot into London and then, just to add insult to the LCW, another one straight to the head of Phil Castle! He makes his way over towards Champ and Miles, only to be cut off as the officers attempt to stop him. However, Logan just keeps on fighting as he starts swinging the chair at everything in sight! The officers go down as Logan throws boots and swings the chair violently, clearing his path. Finally, deciding there's too many officers to fight off, Logan rolls quickly into the ring and just rushes straight for Perry! The officers slide in after Logan, but can't stop him from DESTROYING the chair over the back of his head! AJ: This is SICK! What the hell is Logan THINKING?! JW: I have no idea! He could have potentially ruined everything for the LCW! LW: Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Logan has been eliminated via disqualification! Logan quickly leaves the ring, hopping the barrier as officers chase after him. A grin on his face the whole way, Logan manages to keep ahead of the officers the whole way up the crowd and to the back from there. Meanwhile, back on the outside, Kindred London is the first one to move after the shots dealt by Logan. He slowly pulls himself up, clutching at the back of his head in pain, and looks down at Majors and Castle. Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, London then lifts Castle up and rolls him into the ring. He slides in after him, looking to do away with him... when FUEL comes back from the backstage area! Making a beeline for the ring and fighting his way through security, Fuel slides into the ring and rushes straight for London, catching him off guard! He tackles London down, raining rights into his face as hard and fast as he can before security finally catches up and manages to pull him off of London and back out of the ring, but the damage has been done!! AJ: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR, DAMN IT?! CM: The heart of these LCWers is astounding! They're doing whatever they can to help their allies, even after going through all they've gone through thus far!! BT: Oh that is BULLSHIT! They're CHEATING, damn it!! London lays dazed on the mat as Phil Castle groggily makes his way back up to his feet. Shane Perry is still down in his corner, and Rick Majors stays out of it on the outside while Champion just wails away at Miles, the cameras picking his shouts up over their speakers as Champ starts screaming "SIT THE F*** DOWN ALREADY!" at him in frustration. Castle makes his way over to the downed London and, signalling for the end, pulls London up to his feet. However, as he goes to whip London towards the corner, London immediately starts firing back with lefts and rights! Looking determined, London starts backing Castle across the ring with rights and lefts, before booting him hard in the gut and calling for the Out of Order! He sets Castle up into a suplex position, pulling him up high and stalling, keeping his balance best he can. However, this stall gives Castle enough time to fight free, kicking his legs and forcing London to fall forward with him. In one fluid motion in midair, Castle is able to break free of the suplex hold and twist himself around, grabbing hold of London by his head and neck and DROPPING him with... JW: YET AGAIN, A CUT ABOVE THE REST! CASTLE HITS IT FOR THE SECOND TIME TONIGHT! BT: Damn it all, no! London's out of it! AJ: Castle going for the cover yet again... this could be LCW's last chance at a comeback here!! 1... 2... 3!!! BT: DAMN IT!! AC: Ladies and gentlemen, Kindred London has been eliminated by Phil Castle! Castle groggily begins to pull himself back up to his feet, completely dazed, as on the outside Champion has grabbed a fistful of Miles' hair, and is DRAGGING him towards the ring! The fans are going nuts as a very disgruntled looking Chris Champion tosses Miles into the ring and slides in after him, whilst also on the outside Majors has pulled himself up and slid in as well. Castle stands in a corner now, watching as Shane Perry pulls himself up beside Champion, who stands beside the now risen Rick Majors, all three of them staring Castle down with Aiden Miles nearly out of it behind them. JW: ... shit. AJ: THIS IS IT!! As if on cue, Aiden Miles actually springs up behind Champion, however, and LOW BLOWS him!! Champion's eyes bulge and he drops to his knees as Majors and Perry both turn to kick Miles in the FACE... but this has given more then enough time for Castle to start fighting back! Castle first charges for Majors, leaping into the air and hitting a running dropkick to the NLCW legend, sending him toppling right back out of the ring! He rolls back up and ducks a clothesline from Perry, both men turning... and Castle hits the Cut Above the Rest! Majors, now having caught his second wind, rolls himself back in and stops that pin from ever happening as he intercepts Castle as they both stand, rocking him with hard right hands! Meanwhile, Miles has Champion back up onto his feet, Champion obviously still in pain. With a sneer, Aiden then calls for the Crash Landing, looking to set Champion up for it right there! BT: NO! NOT EDDY!! CM: HA! Looks like NLCW's supposed "best shot" at winning this match is about to get taken down! Just as Aiden goes to finish the setup for the move, however, Champion lets out a roar of adrenaline and simply SHOVES Miles backwards, DROPPING him to the mat! With a fire in his eyes, Champion steps forward after Aiden, who tries to pull himself up to defend himself, only to get met with ANOTHER kick to the face!! Miles falls back, blood now pouring from his nose, as Champion then leans down and grabs a fistful of his hair, forcing him back up to his feet! A knee to the gut then doubles Miles over and, from there, Champion whips Miles HARD into the ropes! Off the rebound, Miles almost senses what's coming and puts on the breaks in front of Champion, who shocks Aiden by smirking at him and then booting him straight in the nuts as payback for the low blow from before! Miles' eyes bug out as Champion then forces Miles around, lifting him up onto his shoulders and locking him into the Final Examination! Miles screams out in pain as the referee hears it and turns to look at the two, rushing over to check and see if Miles gives up. Meanwhile, on the other end of the ring, Castle is managing to fight back against Majors, landing a solid boot to the gut and then decking him square across his jaw! Majors staggers back in pain, holding at his jaw, as Castle takes yet another step forward and boots Majors in the gut, turning him around shortly after and setting him up for the Main Event Street Cutter! JW: Phil Castle is a one man wrecking machine in there! If Champion doesn't break his hold on Miles soon, it may come down to just him and Castle! BT: The hell would he do that for? It's still a two on one, and if Champ can get Aiden to give up here shortly, it'll be a three on one! CM: You underestimate Aiden Miles, he will NOT give up! As if hearing their words, Champion finally gives up on trying to make Miles taps out and, instead, LEAPS into the air! The fans GASP as Champion falls from his leap and drops straight on his knees, stretching Miles' back over his shoulders and causing a hellacious scream to erupt from Miles' mouth! The referee cringes at the sight as Champion lets Miles fall to the side, glaring down at him. Back across the ring, Perry rushes Castle before he can hit his move on Majors, forcing him to let go of Majors and let him drop as he ducks under an oncoming superkick from Perry, spinning around as Perry does and dropping him with a Cut Above the Rest! Both Champion and Phil make their pins at the same time, the referee looking at them both, shrugging, and counting both at the same time! 1... 2... 3!!! CM: SHIT. BT: Is... oh, God, this is too good. AC: Ladies and gentlemen, Shane Perry has been eliminated by Phil Castle! LW: And, ladies and gentlemen, Aiden Miles has been eliminated by Chris Champion! AJ: IT'S HIGHER AUTHORITY VERSUS PHIL CASTLE IN THIS BATTLE OF SUPREMACY, FOLKS!! Both Champion and Phil stand at once, freezing in their spot. The officers tentively reach in to try and get Aiden and Perry out of the ring, as Castle looks between Champion and the still-downed and exhausted Rick Majors. Finally, fully turning towards Chris... Phil hunkers down, ready to fight. Champion shakes his head and grins, before rushing straight for Castle! The two get into a quick lock-up, Champion taking Phil down with a fast waistlock take-over, only to have Phil land a few sharp elbows to Champion's temple, causing him to back off. Castle fights his way back up and then grabs hold of Champion by his arm, looking to whip him towards the ropes, only to have Champion reverse! Champion gets ready to catch Phil with the School's Out off the rebound, but Castle thinks in advance and SPINS around Champion, only to run straight into a now risen Rick Majors, who boots him in the gut and sets him up for the Major Impact! Champion turns to face them, however his eyes open wide as his ankle is suddenly grabbed, and Aiden Miles rips him straight off his feet! AJ: WHAT THE HELL?! These LCWers don't know when it's time to leave the ringside area!! BT: I think after this event Champion's going to have some legit hate for this Miles guy, he just won't stop harassing him! CM: Miles is DETERMINED not to see the LCW fall here!! Back inside the ring, Majors lifts Castle up for the Major Impact, but SOMEHOW Castle is able to force his way back down and pry free after a very intense struggle between the two, Majors grabbing hold of the ropes with one hand to try and keep Castle locked in but to no avail! Now free from Majors' grip, Castle boots Majors in the gut, spins around to grab him by the head, charges forward with him, leaps into the air and DROPS him with... AJ: NO! NO!! JW: ONE MORE TIME, AARON! A CUT ABOVE THE REST!!! CM: SAY GOODNIGHT, NLCW!! Castle, absolutely exhausted, rolls over on top of Majors and goes for the cover. Back on the outside, a very pissed off Chris Champion forcefully throws Miles straight into the steel steps, turning towards the ring and seeing the pin far too late to do anything about it. BT: Damn it all, no!!! Not Majors!!! 1... 2... 3!!! BT: I don't f***ing believe this. JW: IT'S ONE ON ONE, PHIL CASTLE AND CHRIS CHAMPION! AC: Ladies and gentlemen, Rick Majors has been eliminated by Phil Cast-- AJ: CHAMPION TAKES FLIGHT!!! Before the LCW ring announcer can even finish, Champ has not only scaled the turnbuckle but has leapt from the top, elbow extended as he flies for the spot next to Majors and Castle, Castle rolling off of Majors and RIGHT beneath the falling Champion, the elbow drop landing right on the mark!!! AJ: ELBOW DROP! ELBOW DROP! CHRIS CHAMPION HITS THE ELBOW DROP!!! BT: YES! YES! EDDY!!! CM: SHIT, NO!! Champion, nearing exhaustion just as everyone else, groggily pulls himself off of Castle and staggers in place for a moment before lening down to lift Castle as well. However, despite the elbow drop, Castle finds the strength to reach up and force Chris down into a small package!!!! 1!!!! 2!!!! BT: NO F****ING WAY!!! CM: YES! YES! YES!!! 3!---- NO!!!!!!! CHRIS CHAMPION KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME!! CM: GOD DAMN IT! JW: I don't believe this!! Both men break from each other and roll to their feet, Castle spinning around and rushing for the still turned Champion. Right at the last second, however, Champion not only turns around but leans forward, scooping Castle up onto his shoulders and then promptly dropping him back down with... AJ: SCHOOL'S OUT! SCHOOL'S OUT! SCHOOL'S OUT!!! BT: CHAMPION WITH THE COVER, THIS COULD BE IT!!! CM: NO! NOT LIKE THIS!!! 1!!!! JW: THIS CAN'T BE THE END OF LCW! 2!!!! CM: KICK OUT, CASTLE, KICK OUT!!! 3!!---- NO?! CASTLE KICKS OUT?! JW: Did he do it?! Did Castle do it?!? AJ: I have no idea! The referee sits up on his knees... CM: We're about to find out... ... and he calls for the bell! CM: NO! NO!!! I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!! BT: HAHAHA, BELIEVE IT, CHARLES! NLCW WINS IT!!! LW: Ladies and gentlemen, PHIL CASTLE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY CHRIS CHAMPION!!! The fans throughout the arena erupt, as Lucinda Welch continues on, her voice sounding both excited and filled with pride. LW: MAKING YOUR WINNERS THE N! L! C! W!!! "Sandstorm" BLASTS over the speakers, as the fans throughout the arena go NUTS! Chants of "NO LI-MITS!" pick up all throughout, however despite all of the cheers... even still, the boos from the loyal LCW fans are very apparent. Mixed in with those "NO LI-MITS!" chants are chants of "L-C-DUB!", the two contesting all the while. However, the arena nonetheless is rocking with the cheers of these fans for the sheer quality of the match itself, as Chris Champion slowly pulls himself up off of Castle, standing center-ring as the only man left standing. Confetti begins to pour from the rafters, pyros going off from the turnbuckles, rafters and rampway as Champion stands amidst it all, looking utterly exhausted yet triumphant all the same. Then, just as the cheers can't seem to get any louder, they manage to as Dominic Pericolo steps out from backstage, LCW and NLCW titles draped over his shoulders. He, too, still looks exhausted from his match earlier that night... but he's got a massive grin on his face as he looks down the ramp to Champion, who points at him with a grin as well. CM: I... I can't believe it's over... AJ: Folks, the NLCW have triumphed tonight on not just one, but two of the biggest challenges we have ever, EVER faced. JW: I guess this means we're out of a job now. BT: You guys did one hell of a job... I think, without a doubt, the LCW has at least shown itself tonight to have been, ironically, the NLCW's greatest rival in this whole industry. AJ: Charles, Joseph... it's been a pleasure announcing with you guys tonight. CM: Ugh, you wouldn't be saying that if you guys lost... JW: Charles, come on. Show them respect, they're good at what they do. CM: I'm not denying that, damn it, it's just a general statement. The fans continue their cheers and chants throughout it all, as Dominic adjusts the titles atop his shoulders and begins to clap for Chris Champion, as at the side of the ring Rick Majors slowly begins to pull himself up as well. Then, from backstage, Shane Perry and Tanya Black emerge with grins on their faces as well. The three make their way down the ramp and into the ring, the loyal members to the NLCW of Team NLCW celebrating together now as Dominic and Champion touch fists. With a grin, Champ pats Dominic's NLCW World title as a symbol that, with this now past, Champion is in the hunt for it... and Dominic simply shakes his head and smirks. He turns to Rick Majors to shake his hand as the NLCW Tag Champs play to the fans. AJ: Folks, this has been an incredible night in NLCW history... but all great things have to come to an end! On behalf of our backstage staff, our ringside announce team of Lucinda Welch and Anne Carter, and our former LCW announce team of Charles Mires and Joseph Witt, and my broadcast partner Bryan Terlwillinger, I'm Aaron Jennings saying good night! JW: And goodbye, LCW... BT: To tell the truth, all of them have earned what's going to come to them: one big promotion to the NLCW. The LCW did exactly what it was destined to do: it's given us, quite literally, the future of the NLCW. AJ: And that's one thing it certainly can never be forgotten for. The cameras continue to focus on the celebrating NLCW loyalists in the ring, the fans still shaking the arena with cheers and the ring absolutely covered by the point with confetti. The NLCW logo displays proudly on the central screen of the NLCW-Tron above the rampway, the other two showing the event inside of the ring, and then we fade to... ... credits.  © No Limits Championship Wrestling - 2006
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