nBW SLAM! Episode 6

No Brand Wrestling Presents: SLAM! Episode VI on Hulu.Com!
Live from The Epic II Arena in St. Louis, Missouri

What Happen's Next?

Trent McKnight: “Hello and welcome. My name’s Trent McKnight and you’re watching nbW Slam. Let’s start the show off by discussing the latest event, including a shocking end to our main event and possibly to a 16-year career.

At Slam five, RaVage and Ali bucked the submission theme to decide once and for all who would be the world champion – in a steel cage."

(An image of the steel cage and a close-up of the mesh.)

“This was to prevent WAR, Keegan and John C. Willis from entering. If you remember at Slam 3, interference cost Ali the title and handed it to RaVage." (Profile pictures of the famous fighters are shown and the moment when nbW lost its feed during the title-decider.)

“As always, Ali started off at a blistering pace but that soon changed as his youthful experience and exuberance overcame him" (SMASH! OOOOOH! That was the sound of the South American, not the South Dakotan, hitting the steel-cage feet-first. In the nick of time, Viscel had elevated the youngster so high into the air that he needed his passport to take the bump.)

“From there, the former champion, RaVage, looked every bit the grizzled veteran, capitalising on the Colombian’s mistake and pounding him mercilessly." (A montage of RaVage ramming Ali’s leg into the steel cage, followed by the figure-four and further on, the punishing piledriver on the steel steps was shown.)

“But Ali refused to lie down" (The kickout to the piledriver and subsequent denials as RaVage’s frustration grew, repeatedly and viciously punching the youngster in the head. Then, we see the exchanges where they trade blows.)

“Ali’s punching power and speed became to come to the fore as RaVage began to tire" (we see Amore nailing Randy seven times, thus sending Viscel to the floor and also scoring with a somersault legdrop.)

“Just as it looked like the kid could pull off yet another miracle, which he has done on so many occasions since Memorial Day last year, there seemed to be earthly intervention."

(Willis walks down the aisle and tries to get into the cage.)

“But as always, Ali’s mentor and Willis’ half-brother, Keegan, was there to rescue his student. With that, Amore could focus on the task at hand and after surviving a terrible beating, he was beginning to repay RaVage with interest" (A shot of Keegan emerging from backstage and Ali repeatedly ramming Randy’s head into the mesh.)

“The fans didn’t know where to look. There was action both in (RaVage counters Ali’s crossbody block attempt with a powerslam)… and ON TOP of the cage" (Keegan knocks Willis silly with the ORIGINAL Five Knuckle Shuffle.)

“The half-brothers threatened to take the roof of the cage" (Keegan delivers an almighty spinebuster to his sibling that shakes the cage as Ali looks up in amazement.)

“And the roof of the building almost came off" (RaVage kicks out at the very last minute to deny Ali’s schoolboy following the slingshot into the cage, which the fans popped for, some believing the Superstar of Bogota had won the match.)

“Then…all-out WAR."

(The nbW hall of fame inductee appears. William was now on top of the cage. Willis was still worried when he saw Reagan out of the corner of the eye, who stared back at him. There was a telepathic understanding immediately. Willis hadn’t seen Reagan, not as far as Keegan knew, and he turned his attention back to the aggressor.

Keegan shouted: “This is it John.”

Special K made twelve baby steps, like he used to do as a kid back in England, when playing penalty shootouts with his friends. He counted to eight or nine in his head when he suddenly felt something behind him.

Flesh.

He’d walked into WAR’s chest.

SMACK!

When he turned round…

He’d walked into a clothesline as well.)

“Ali was oblivious as both men inside the cage continued to give it their all to become nbW’s number one" (The South American scores with a DDT.)

“Then…"

(Willis and WAR have Keegan’s arms and legs tied up, swinging him back and forth.)

“DISASTER.”

(“FANS, RENTS, ARE WE ON? I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT WE’VE JUST WITNESSED! KEEGAN HAS JUST BEEN PUT THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCER’S TABLE FROM OVER FIFTEEN FEET IN THE AIR! HIS CAREER COULD WELL BE OVER! WAR AND WILLIS HAVE BLOOD ON THEIR HANDS!”

Special K had just taken an extraordinary bump as fans gasped in horror at the sheer evilness of WAR and Willis and what they were prepared to do. Suddenly, the arena was quiet.)

“This was about much more than the world title.”

(Ali is shown sobbing uncontrollably as the officials try to console him.)

“As a result, the match was abandoned and we still don’t have a world champion..."

(“Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that this match cannot continue. We regret to inform you of this and on behalf of Mister Boyle and No Brand Wrestling, this match has officially been ruled… A DRAW.”)

“As Slam 5 went off air, Keegan was being lifted onto the stretcher. Have we seen the last of Special K?”

2 Plus 2 Equals Six

"So look here we are."

Stated Chris Noid, the leader of the world, sultan of everything that is great, aka Mr. Fuck you up.

"Here we are."

Came the reply of Tony Spark, one letter short of being the man known as the Invincible Iron Man. But seriously is he invincible? It is just armor, and his fraking heart is tied to a powersupply!

"Look, there they are!"

Remarked and added the beautiful blonde bombshell Cammy, that helped them achieve their victory at Summers... Slam Five.

"Here we are."

Showtime and Proteus the two members that made up D-T approached the three, unaware of the earlier conversation. The snickering from Spark and Cammy was lost on them.

"Hey, that's the naked chick!" greeted Proteus while nudging his partner. "She was naked man."

"Careful, Gabriella would likely not care for you oogling another woman's frontside."

Spark caught hit eye. "I assume you are looking at cammy here. Otherwise man, I hate to say it but I really am not your type, nor are you mine." He smiled.

"Hardy har har," murmered proteus. "So hey look, we have a problem..."

"We heard," remarked Noid. "Anal fissure draining is quite an interesting need. But at least it is not anal sepeage like those Creedes. I swear when Ace had me held down with that Texas Cloverleaf, I heard the Starspangles banner tooting on out of his ass."

"Lyrics too?" queried Proteus.

"Nevermind that."

"Right, lyrics don't matter." Proteus agreed to his partner.

"Unless it is Whitesnake and ACDC of course." remarked Noid.

"Of course." agreed showtime. "About our problem. We know you guys are now the number one contenders for the Dynasty Tag Team Championships. Congrats by the way. The issue here however is that dark Ninja and his giant are avoiding us and now in a partnership with the Creede Brothers."

"Dang those old men." stated Spark.

"We talked it over and wish to enlist you into our forces to do battle against the evil that is known as DreamWarriorsCreede. What do you say, will you lay down arms," questioned Showtime.

"And breasts," added Proteus.

"and join our cause for the sake of the world?" finished Showtime.

"You know, we had a similar idea. And quite frankly with the briefcase and key now in our hands, meaning a shot at the champs when we please, I think it would be of our best interest to make this a 4 player co-op game."

Noid sought approval from his teammate.

"On one condition."

"Sure, name it."

"Those D-T letter jackets are awesome." interjected Spark. "We want them. In fact, that is our condition. D-T grows two stronger tonight. What do you say?"

Showtime and Proteus looked at each other and shrugged and nodded.

"Sure. For the Win is now members of D-T."

"AWESOME!" They slammed their fists together and shot them to the sky. "BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL!"

While FTW celebrated with Cammy, D-T took their leave silently.

This night, marked the increasing numbers for D-T.

The Past Resurfaces

O'Dell was still on the hot end from his encounter with Torment at SLAM V. Still unhappy with the words used against him and his family. However his thoughts on the matter were drawn to a close as his he caught something out of the corner of his eye.

A black flat object.

Or upon a closer look, a black playing card.

He bent down and picked it up, flipping it around to reveal a Joker-like symbol. He nearly dropped the card. With a deep sigh of worry he pocketed the card and stormed towards the head office. Once there he flung open the door.

"How long have you known?"

Michael O'Dell stood at the door way his patience clearly thin.

"HOW LONG?" he hollered at the man seated before him, his boss, Thaddeus Boyle.

"Michael, I will request that you lower your voice in this office. and I have no idea what you are talking about."

"No idea, huh?"

Michael withdrew the black playing card from his pocket and placed it on the table, Joker side up.

"Look familiar?"

"No. Should it?"

"Heh." He tapped the card lightly. "To have no knowledge of this is hard to believe. Nearly two years ago we had a series of assaults to our talent, each of which was found with this card."

"Oh my," voiced Boyle with reason. "Who was this card found with? And who delivered it?"

"Unfortunately just as we did then, we still have no idea who is responsible. As for this one, it must have fell out of the recipient's bag or pocket as it was found laying on the floor at the entrance." He sighed and took the card back. "You need to alert the EMTs to be on stand by. I am going to go check around to see who was around the guerrilla position tonight."

Embrace It

As the camera cuts to the outside arena parking lot an unknown character wearing a black hooded sweater and jeans, carrying a gym bag makes his way toward security.

Security guard, “Hold on sir I need to see your i.d . And I need to see what’s in the bag. “

The mysterious figure reaches into the gym bag while pulling his i.d a leathery demonic snake mask drops on the ground. The security guard bends over to retrieve the fallen item.

Security guard, “Oops you dropped something.” Before he can reach it the unknown man steps on the mask. The security guard looks up and momentarily makes eye contact with the hooded figure and is caught in a bit of a daze.

The shape of his face is hidden by the hood but the shadow cast on his face hasn’t blocked the sight of his gloomy eyes. The mysterious figure reaches and grabs the mask from underneath his boot and states.

Mysterious figure, “You shouldn’t stare it’s rude”.

Security guard, Umm I’m sorry. It’s my third day, I just never saw you around here before. You most be one of the new guys. Let me check my clip board. Oh yes you must be Tra…….ugh…ugh..ahh.”

Before the guard knew it he was being choked to death.

Mysterious figure, “You are to never call me by that weakling’s name. I am Judasbleek, the worlds own Forgotten Son. Embrace it or like so many lost souls before you; deny me and forever drown in the ever-lasting sea that is me”.

The security guard try’s to break the stranglehold but passes out. While the camera zooms in to the choked out guard. The camera then slowly pans up towards Judasbleek’s exposed face but is to slow and Judasbleek slips into his mask. The camera man Ryan Anderson backs off while Judasbleek makes his way into the arena.

COM1: Marc Gordon- Well ladies and gents there seems to be yet another new face around nBW. Don’t really understand his reasoning for assaulting one of our new security officers. Can we get some EMT’s down to the parking lot to check on the status of that unfortunate guy?

Com2: Terry 'Rents' Renton- I got little advice for the poor sap. No sleeping on the job!

COM1: Marc Gordon- Well you can’t blame the guy for doing his job. But all you Fanatics can expect to see more action right here on SLAM.

Matt Haddon	Versus	Judasbleek

Exhibition Match

After a cut scene preview of matches to come. The camera pans over the excited nBW crowd and cuts to the ring showing Matt Haddon warming up in the ring. The camera cuts to the commentary table.

COM1: Marc Gordon- Looks like we have a hell of a line up tonight right here at the Epic II Arena. We are going to keep things rolling with our next match. Just got word from our GM about the mysterious character that assaulted our newest security guard; he is actually a new signee with nBW and will be displaying his skills right here tonight against one of our veterans, Matt Haddon.

Com2: Terry 'Rents' Renton- Lets see if the miscreant in question can perform the same tactics against someone that can actually defend their self.

Ring Announcer: Brent Williams- The following match is scheduled for one fall.

The lights dim to a pulsing red and blue hue. The jumbo-tron shows the words T.F.S and images of gorilla groups going to war, buildings crashing to the ground, and a series of violent moments across the globe.

The arena grows silent. ‘Animal I Have Become’ by Three Days Grace- is heard through out the Epic II Arena. Judasbleek calmly walks down the ramp stops. Rolls his neck and slides under the bottom rope. At that time a red cluster of fireworks go off around the ring while Judasbleek taunts the crowd.

As Judasbleek and Matt Haddon square off and began to lock horns. Referee- Ed Gates calls for the bell.

DING
DING

Judasbleek and Matt struggle with each other in the clench. Each of them trying to gain the upper hand. Matt madly breaks the clench and quickly locks in a Chicken wing hold. Judasbleek groans in pain as Matt rapidly wrenches the left arm of Judas behind his back. Judas strikes Matt with five elbows shots before breaking the hold.

Matt stumbles back towards the corner turnbuckle. Judasbleek rushes with a smashing forearm to Matt’s face. Matt slumps in the corner; Judasbleek completes a series of shoulder thrusts to Matt’s ab section. Matt finally drops to his butt and Judas starts to choke him with his boot. The referee begins the count

1
2
3
4

Judasbleek breaks away and stares the ref down like a dog that just piss on his rug. Matt is hanging on the second rope as Judas cuffs the back of his head. Matt drives three sharp elbows to Judas’s gut. Matt then grabs Judas and strong Irish Whips him to the opposite side of the ring ropes. As Judas is returning to the center of the ring. Matt hits Judas with an amazing drop kick. Judas is dead center of the ring.

Matt runs and jumps over Judas rebounds off the ropes, Rolling Big Splash. Judas curls in pain while Matt places a firm grip on Judas’s legs and lines him up with the turnbuckle, Slang Shot onto the top turnbuckle. Judas head smacks dead on top of the buckle. Momentarily stunning his opponent. Matt stalks Judas’s every move. Judas is treading along the ropes when Matt clips him from behind taking his legs from underneath him. Matt begins stomping on Judas’s upper chest area. Referee starts the count. 1……..2…….3….4

Matt stops the assault just in time. Matt picks up Judas from the ground and locks in a head lock, places Judas’s left arm over his head and grabs his tights, Snap Suplex. Matt doesn’t waste anytime. He takes the opportunity to mount the top turnbuckle and takes the leap of faith.

Com1: Marc Gordon- Frog Splash!!!!!

Com2: Terry 'Rents' Renton- Ohh! Judas got his knees up just in time. To counter that high risk move.

Judas crawls over to Matt and goes for the pin.

Referee
1
KICK OUT!

Judas like a mad beast starts to ground and pound on Matt. Judasbleek stands and continues the assault by stomping Matt like a flaming brown bag special at your front door. Judas picks him up and tosses him shoulder first into the Ringpost. As Matt staggers backwards, Judas wraps his arms around Matt’s waist, German Suplex. But Judas doesn’t let go, he rolls over and stands back up to his feet while keeping a strong grip.

Com1: Marc Gordon- Looks like he is setting up for another one. Judas snaps his hips, German Suplex.

Judas picks Matt limp body up for one more plex; Releasing German Suplex, Matt lands on his neck and shoulder. Matt is face down on the mat by the turnbuckle. Judas comes to his feet and takes in a deep breath and slides outside the ring. Referee starts to count 1……..2……3……4, At that time Judas walks over to the ring post and grabs Matt by both ankles. Pulls back forcing Matt’s groin to smash against the pole. Matt is jolting in pain, referee 7…..8 . Judas slides back into the ring. With both hands griping Matt’s skull, Judas gets ready to perform a DDT but suddenly out of no were Matt breaks the hold. Grabs Judas by the wrist, Short- Arm Clothesline.

Matt crawls to the turnbuckle. Gets to he’s feet as Judas regains his composer. While turning around Matt charges Judasbleek with a clothesline from hell. Judas ducks just about the second of impact but is still dazed from the move before. Matt starts a fury of right hands to the face of Judasbleek. Matt try’s to connect with a power punch. Judas snaps out of the daze just and time to counter the punch with his forearm. Judas violently drives his boot into Matt’s gut and grabs Matt to execute a Tiger Suplex.

Matt rolls around in pain; slowly turns to his stomach. Judas is on his knees waiting for his opportunity to strike. A disoriented Matt Haddon grasps his lower back while half way coming to his vertical base. Judasbleek approaches from the back, places his right hand on Matt’s left shoulder, turning Matt towards him, executes a Forearm smash. As Matt stumbles backward Judas follows up with a Back elbow, Judas applies a Front face lock with one arm and underhooks one of Matt’s arms with his other, placing his hand palm down on the back of his opponent. Judas then lifts Matt up while bridging backwards and Underhook suplex. Matt’s body shakes the ring. Judas sets up and rolls his neck, while showing little concern about his opponents well being.

Matt turns over to his stomach favoring his lower back. With Judas opponent lying face down, Judas sits beside his opponent, facing the same way, locks on the cobra clutch, and then arches his legs and back, bending the opponent's torso and neck upwards, Bridging cobra clutch. Referee- Ed Gates: Slides into to action and sees if Matt wants to quit. Matt’s face turns to a flush red as he inches his way to the ropes.

Com2: Terry 'Rents' Renton- Matt needs to get to the ropes. Time is not on his side, the longer Judas applies this submission, Matt will be passing out or tapping out!

Com1: Marc Gordon- Matt is slowly making his way to bottom rope. Can Matt in some way break the vise grip before giving up?

Finally Matt reaches the rope. Ref: calls for Judas to break the hold. Judasbleek smacks the ground in anger. Judasbleek gets to his feet and begins to threaten the referee. Judas is unaware that Matt has recovered and is waiting in the corner of the turnbuckle. Judas throws his arms up as he turns around to be greeted with an attacking Matt Haddon jumps up and kicks forward with both feet in a pedaling motion with his foot that gets lifted, second being extended fully to catch Judasbleek directly in the face. Judas is turn inside out and flips to the ground. Matt runs to the ropes rebounds and performs a Dropping Knee to Judasbleek’s chest. Judas covers his upper chest area in pain.

Matt grabs hold of his opponent's arm with his arms, pulling the arm across his chest. He is situated perpendicular to and behind the opponent. Matt then holds the other arm with his legs, stretching the shoulders back in a crucifying position and hyper extending the arm. Matt wrenches the arm of Judasbleek. Judas try’s to comfort the hyper extended joint.

But Matt let’s go to focus on bigger and better things. Matt helps Judas to his feet and Matt stands facing a standing opponent. Matt then catches one leg of The forgotten Son and pulls his opponent towards him so that they are face to face, Matt reaching under his opponent's leg and hooking it. Matt then uses his free arm to reach behind the neck of the Judas and takes hold of them. Matt then quickly bridges backwards and releases Judasbleek, throwing him overhead, and turns 180° while slamming Judasbleek down to the mat.

Com1: Marc Gordon- What a impressive Capture suplex

Matt is back on his feet, ready to attack Judas. Matt is standing next to Judasbleek lying on the ground, turns his back to the opponent and executes a standing Moonsault, landing on the Judasbleek chest-first. Matt go’s for the pin.

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2

NOOOOOO! Judasbleek pops his shoulders off the mat before the ref can complete the count.

A tired Matt stands up and rapidly stomps his fallen opponent. Matt performs a series of stomps all over the body of Judasbleek. Finally ending with a stomp to the jaw of Judasbleek. Matt picks Judasbleek’s weaken frame from off the ground. Matt stands facing directly on Judasbleek’s side slightly behind in an angle. He places the Judasbleek’s near arm over his shoulder, grabs a waist lock, and then try’s to lift Judasbleek off the ground.

Com1: Marc Gordon- Matt is going for a Saito suplex!, no Judasbleek breaks the hold

Both grapplers engage, Matt Haddon charges towards Judasbleek, and then raises his knee up so that his knee hits Judasbleek in the side of the head HIGH KNEE. Judasbleek was shortly stunned while falling down to the ground. Quickly bounces back up to his vertical base, Matt Haddon performs an attack where Matt Haddon jumps up and kicks Judasbleek with the soles of both feet, Matt Haddon twist as he jumps so that when his feet connect with Judas’s face one foot is raise higher then the other DROPKICK.

Judasbleek falls back to the mat, and rolls out the ring to get his wits about him. While Judasbleek cuts the corner of the outer ring. Matt Haddon catches Judasbleek with a baseball slide that sends him flying into the barricade. Judasbleek is slump over the barricade, at this time Matt Haddon exits the ring in hot pursuit of Judasbleek. Matt Haddon applies a front face lock to the Judasbleek and drapes his opponent's near arm over his shoulder. Then lifts his opponent into a vertical position, then he falls forward, dropping Judasbleek’s mid section on top of the barricade Inverted suplex slam. Judasbleek slowly drops to the ground favoring his mid section.

Referee: Ed Gates- Mid count
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5

Matt Haddon go’s to pick up Judasbleek off the ground to continue his assault. Judasbleek breaks away and throws an uppercut that leads flush on Matt Haddon’s chin. Judasbleek follows up with four right hooks that staggers Matt Haddon. Judas then Irish Whips Matt Haddon to the ring steps. Matt Haddon’s back slams into the ring steps with so much force that the ring steps tumbles backwards.

Referee: Ed Gates-….8

Judasbleek slides under the bottom rope into the ring to break the ref’s count. Judasbleek returns back outside of the ring and he stalks his prey. Matt Haddon uses the ring steps to come to his feet, not noticing Judasbleek approaching from the rear. Judasbleek places his opponent in a cobra clutch hold. Then proceeds to lift his opponent up and fall backwards, driving Matt Haddon’s head on to the ring floor.

Com2: Terry 'Rents' Renton- Matt Haddon’s body rolls backward like a rag doll on muscle relaxers.

COM1: Marc Gordon- Judasbleek is not playing around tonight. He’s a young explosive wrestler with a wide rage of high impact moves that well leave your body in pieces. Matt Haddon is trying to shake it off but can he.

Referee: Ed Gates- Mid count...5…..6….7

Judasbleek picks up Matt Haddon and tosses him into the ring. Matt Haddon rolls to the center of the ring; still with a glaze look in he’s eyes. Judasbleek springs into action; Judasbleek lifts Matt Haddon head up who is lying on the mat face up, to a sitting position. Judasbleek then places his knee in the Matt Haddon’s back, grasps his opponent's chin, and pulls straight back on Matt Haddon’s chin. Matt Haddon tries to loosing hold by grabbing Judas’s forearm but Judasbleek wrenches to the side. Matt Haddon is starting to fade in an out. Matt Haddon body slumps, at this time.

Referee: Ed Gates- Kneels down to check if Matt Haddon is unable to continue. By lifting Matt Haddon’s arm, the ref lifts his arm then let’s Matt’s limp arm fall to the mat.
1…………second time……2……….third time…… before Matt’s arm can land on the mat. Matt Haddon snaps out of his slumber.

With one burst of energy Matt Haddon freakishly stands to he’s feet. Judasbleek tightens the grip, Matt Haddon drives three powerful elbows to Judas’s mid section before Judasbleek lets go of the Chin lock. Judasbleek is stunted with the mighty blows to the gut, when Matt Haddon applies a front facelock to Judasbleek and drapes his opponent's near arm over his shoulder. Matt Haddon then takes hold of Judasbleek’s torso with his free arm and lifts him to a vertical position. The facelock is loosened and twisted slightly, then Matt Haddon falls to a sitting position and Judasbleek’s back and shoulders are driven into the mat. Judasbleek lands between the Matt’s legs with his head towards Matt Haddon Setout suplex slam.

Judasbleek’s back arches off the canvas, Matt runs to the ropes rebounds, jumps into the air coming down driving his elbow into Judasbleek upper body area. Judasbleek rolls to his side to cover his chest. Judasbleek comes to one knee while still holding his chest. Matt Haddon leans and rebounds off the ropes, jumps into the air coming down placing one knee against the base of Judasbleek’s neck, which is leaning forward, then dropping with force against Judasbleek’s head down to the mat, while landing on Judasbleek upper body, and driving his knee into the neck of his opponent. Matt Haddon stands back to his feet and doesn’t let Judasbleek endure in his pain. Matt Haddon picks Judasbleek up who is facing away from his opponent. Matt Haddon wraps his arm around the neck of Judasbleek, Side headlock.

Beginning to run to complete a bulldog, Judasbleek places his right hand behind the back of Matt Haddon’s back and pushes him forward into the ropes. Judasbleek follows right along side Matt Haddon as he returns to the center of the ring. Judasbleek applies a cobra clutch in mid stride and then leaps forward, falling into a sitting position and driving the face of Matt Haddon into the ground Cobra clutch bulldog.

The ohh’s and ahh’s come from the nBW crowd as Matt Haddon smacks the canvas with his face.

COM1: Marc Gordon- What a well timed counter with the Cobra clutch bulldog.

COM2: Terry 'Rents' Renton- That should give the freakish beast the momentum he needs to take back control of this match.

COM1: Marc Gordon- Judasbleek flips Matt Haddon over; he’s going for the pin.

Referee: Ed Gates-

1…..2…KICK OUT……. Matt Haddon gets his right shoulder off the canvas to interrupt the count.

COM1: Marc Gordon- Matt Haddon has a lot of fight left in him. Judasbleek will have to work harder if he wants to walk out of this match the winner.

COM2: Terry 'Rents' Renton- I tell you what, if Judasbleek keeps hitting these high impact moves he won’t have to work to hard.

Judasbleek still on his knees and can’t believe that he broke the count. Judasbleek takes grasp of Matt Haddon’s hand brings him to his feet and twists backwards, placing pressure on the wrist. And kick’s Matt in the abdominal area. Judasbleek lifts his opponent up on his left shoulder like in a front power slam. Judasbleek wraps his right arm around his opponent's neck, and then places the left arm around his opponent's torso. Judasbleek then sits down while flipping the opponent forward to the right side of him, driving Matt Haddon’s neck and shoulder first into the mat, Emerald Flowsion.

Matt Haddon lying on the ground with a glaze over look on his face holding on to the bottom rope. Judasbleek places his boot on the back of Matt Haddon’s neck compressing his neck against the bottom rope, choking him violently.

Referee: Ed Gates- Starts the count…1...2...3...4. Judasbleek breaks the illegal move.

Matt Haddon is holding his neck trying to catch his breath. Ref warns Judasbleek about his dirty tactics. Judasbleek swats towards the referee, as the ref retreats to the other side of the ring, Judasbleek starts to stomp the hell out of Matt Haddon while holding on to the ropes to keep his balance.

Referee: Edward Gates- Breaks it up

Judasbleek walks away and cracks his neck with his fist. Matt Haddon comes to his feet leaning against the ropes for support. Judasbleek charges at Matt Haddon who is against the ring ropes and looks like he is going for a cactus clothesline. But Matt Haddon uses Judas’s momentum from the charge to flip him over the ropes. Judasbleek leads hard as the echoing thud is heard threw out the arena. Judasbleek cover his lower back in pain.

COM1: Marc Gordon- Matt Haddon takes some time to regain his composer.

COM2: Terry 'Rents' Renton- He shouldn’t take to much time. The Forgotten Son is off his feet for a limited time only.

Judasbleek crawls up onto the apron. Hangs over top rope, Matt Haddon hits Judasbleek with a shoulder thrust to the gut. Judasbleek drops down to one knee while hanging over second rope. Matt Haddon steps to the side in rebounds off the ropes and strikes him in the head with the sole of his foot. Judasbleek falls into the ring. Matt Haddon starts to rapidly stomp on Judasbleek’s knee cap area. Judasbleek tries to crawl away from the on slot of foot stomps to the knee and calf. Referee: Ed Gates- Breaks it up

Judasbleek hobbles to his vertical base, Matt Haddon clips him from behind taking his good leg from underneath him. Matt Haddon drags Judasbleek to the center of the ring and locks in a single leg Boston crab.

Referee: Ed Gates- slides into action checking if Judas wants to quit.

Matt Haddon pulls back on the contorted the leg of Judasbleek putting severe pressure on the joint of the knee cap. Judasbleek tries to crawl to the ropes but Matt Haddon pulls him back to the center of the ring.

Referee: Ed Gates- slides into action checking if Judas wants to quit.

Judasbleek shakes his head, Judasbleek crawls towards the ropes once more. About two feet from the bottom rope Judasbleek pushes his self up off the canvas and flips forward on to his back, Matt Haddon try’s to flip Judasbleek back onto his stomach while still holding his leg but with his free leg Judasbleek kicks Matt Haddon in the face.

Matt Haddon falls back to the ground, at that time Judasbleek comes to his feet shakes out the stiffness in his knee. Matt Haddon gets to his vertical base inside the turnbuckle as Judasbleek charges toward him. At the moment of impact Matt Haddon gets his boot up into the face of Judasbleek.

Judasbleek turns and stumbles back holding his face. Matt Haddon runs behind Judas and hops on his back to apply a rear necked choke. Judasbleek struggles to get the monkey off his back. Matt Haddon is giving the rear necked choke all he’s got. The Forgotten son starts to fade with every second that Matt Haddon keeps the choke lock in.

Matt Haddon yells out “welcome to the big leagues ROOK”. With that said Judasbleek reaches behind to grab Matt by the hair and tugs and pulls like a wild man. Matt Haddon unwraps his legs around the waist of Judasbleek to break the grip that Judas has on his hair. Matt Haddon shakes his head and pulls back still applying the choke.

Referee: Ed Gates- Walks up to inspect the choke hold. Judasbleek starts to fade some more but stays awake. Judasbleek tugs at Matt Haddon’s hair to get him to break the choke. Referee: Ed Gates- Walks in front of Judasbleek to break up the illegal move at this time Judasbleek takes his leg and slangs it back up into Matt Haddon’s groin.

Matt Haddon drops to the mat holding his package. The ref didn’t notice the low blow and is dumb founded by Matt Haddon lying on the ground. Judasbleek catches his wind and picks the disoriented Matt Haddon up and proceeds to Irish Whip him to the ropes, as Matt Haddon rebounds off ropes and returns to the center of the ring.

Judasbleek Ally-oops Matt Haddon into the air, as Matt Haddon comes down. Judasbleek turns around and in mid air catches him with a Stunner “Lights Out” (E.P - Eleventh Plunder).

COM2: Terry 'Rents' Renton- Ohh my God!!!! Marc Did you just see that. I know we have an instant replay of that move.

COM1: Marc Gordon- That’s going on the highlight reel.

As Marc and Terry review the replay, Judasbleek is seated on his butt looking coldly into the nBW crowd.

COM1: Marc Gordon- What are you waiting for kid go for the pin.

Matt Haddon is still out cold.

COM2: Terry 'Rents' Renton- I think Judasbleek has something else in mind.

Judasbleek comes to his feet and picks Matt Haddon’s lifeless body off the ground and places Matt Haddon in a double arm DDT position. Judasbleek looks into nBW crowd and shrugs his shoulders, flexing his muscle.

COM2: Terry 'Rents' Renton- Well it’s not looking to good for Matt Haddon, start cueing up the music it’s all over -ohhhhhhhh!

Judasbleek picks him up over his shoulders, falls back driving Matt Haddon’s head and neck into the mat. E.P.D (Eleventh Plague Driver)

Judasbleek flips Matt Haddon over on to his back hooks the leg also ramming his forearm in Matt Haddon’s face and goes for the pin.

Referee- Ed Gates slides into action.

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DING
DING

Judasbleek stands up to his feet, Referee- Ed Gates- tries to lift Judasbleek’s arm but pulls away. Judasbleek walks to the turnbuckle and points to the time keeper to pass him a microphone. Upon receiving the mic Judasbleek stands over the fallen hero and speaks.

Judasbleek- “Why do you expect someone to free you from whom you can’t be freed from. Embrace me or forever drown in the ever-lasting sea that is The Forgotten Son”.

Three Days Grace- is heard through out the Epic II Arena as Judasbleek makes his way out of the ring and walks up the ramp cracking his neck with his fist to disappear backstage.

Winner by Pinfall, Judasbleek

Private Shame

El Avestruz approached Emo Kevin backstage, sheepishly.

"Look," Avestruz said, "About last week..."

"I don't wanna talk about it," Kevin pouted.

"I just want you to know, I was misled. I thought if I dressed up as Dark Ninja and fought Proteus, he's respect me. But it didn't work. And now I don't even respect me. It's my own private shame and I want to move past it."

"You're a sell-out, Avestruz. You can't go out on your own like that if we're going to rise in the ranks of the tag division. We need to keep our cred."

Kevin stood up to storm off. Avestruz asked, "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm going off on my own, to seek vengeance on the one responsible for turning you."

"But you just said we could shouldn't go out on our own like that!"

Kevin paused for a second, before declaring, "Well, it's okay if I do it, since you already did."

With that, Kevin walked off.

What the Fuck?

Gino Di Maggio and Don Toto Corleone are in their suite relaxing with two beautiful girls drinking the finest champagne. They seem to be quite satisfied with the return of the Fighting Zone and how the return match went.

Suddenly a huge knock was heard on the door and Don Toto asked one of the girls to open the door and there was William Arthur Reagan who looked quite angry. Don Toto signalled to the girl to let him in.

“Come and sit down and have a drink with us William”, Gino Di Maggio told WAR.

“I am not here to drink. I am here to talk about what went on last week in The Zone”, replied WAR in a very angry tone.

“What is bothering you William?”, asked Don Toto Corleone.

“What’s bothering me? What’s bothering me? I told you that I wasn’t ready to fight due to my injury. And you told me that to restart the Fighting Zone I had to fight the first match of its return and you will give me a newbie with no chance to win”, said WAR.

Gino Di Maggio in a confused voice replied; “And what is really the problem? Didn’t that happen? Didn’t we give you a newbie to fight?”.

“What the fuck Gino? Don’t tell me that you didn’t know that the newbie Castonovo would be able to go the distance with me? And you knew that if an opponent will be able to go the distance against me, he will have the advantage cos of my injured legs. Why did you do this to me after all I did for you?”, William continued angrily.

“We didn’t do anything to you William. We promised you a newbie and we delivered. It wasn’t our fault that you lost. But don’t worry William we can arrange the situation”, assured him Don Toto Corleone.

“And what are you proposing?”, replied William, who started to look a bit calmer.

“It’s easy William. We will put you as the Number 1 Contender for the Championship. And you can use that Number 1 contendership whenever you want, wherever you want. Is that good enough for you?”, continued Gino Di Maggio.

“Yeah I think that is good. Thanks both of you”, replied WAR as he shook both Gino’s and Don Toto’s hands.

With that WAR took a glass of Champagne and then made his way back to his locker room, whilst Don Toto and Gino Di Maggio remained in their lounge with the two beautiful girls.

Introduction of EDL

CUE UP: Dale Pa’ Tra by Notch

The Epic II Arena went dark as red, green, and white strobe lights circle all around the arena. Suddenly all three lights hit the stage as the Mexican flag popped onto the tron. Suddenly a man in a black and red mask came out to the stage and raised his arms in the air. He wore a suit and stood on stage next to a man with a suit of his own carrying a cane (pimp cane maybe). The two men made their way down the ramp. It was all a buzz that nBW had signed some new Mexican stars. They stood in the ring as the man with no mask and a cane grabbed a microphone.

“Ello St. Louis, my name is Raul Salazar and I’m and pleased as well as you should be please to bare witness to the best Mexican wrestler alive today, El Dragón Loco. This man has wrestled all over the world and has won many Mexican wrestling titles. But he has decided that it was time to move up to bigger and better things. That’s why he has decided to bring his talent to you fans in the nBW.”

Fans cheered for the mention of nBW. Still undecided on how to receive this new wrestler.

“EDL was signed personally by Jesse Ramey himself to lead the new nBW cruiserweight division to a place that the world has never seen before. He wants the cruiserweight division to be unpredictable and that describes EDL, you never know what this man is going to do in or out of that ring. He said he wanted the division to be exciting and that another talent EDL possess. All in all this division was made for EDL and he is going to take full advantage of this opportunity.”

Raul looks around the arena and points his cane out into the audience.

“You people are going to see something that you have never seen before with this man. He didn’t get the name El Dragón Loco by just mat wrestling. This man right here is your soon to be new nBW cruiserweight champion, mark my words. Anything you want to say to the people EDL.”

EDL grabbed the microphone from Raul Salazar and looked out into the Epic Arena.

"Todos los peso semipesado no sabrán qué éxito ellos cuando doy un paso en el anillo. Soy el mejor peso semipesado en el mundo para una razón. Pienso llegar a ser el próximo campeón de peso semipesado y nada me parará".

EDL dropped the microphone and raised his arms in the air as the fans started to chant.

ENGLISH – ENGLISH – ENGLISH – ENGLISH

Raul and EDL didn’t let the chant phase them as the stepped out of the ring. Salazar had a smile on his face as the newest additions to nBW was ready to make an impact.

We are all Ninjas

The lights dimmed and the thumping strains of Dokken's "Dream Warriors" pounded throughout the arena. The crowd, knowing what was about to come, began to boo instantly. Psycho and Dark Ninja, the nbW Dynasty Tag Team Champions, appearing at the entrance, paid no mind to the negative reaction.

"Here they come, Gordo," Terry Renton declared, "The most impressive individuals to ever wear those belts."

"As a journalist, I struggle to maintain my impartiality," Marc Gordon declared, "These two are not my favourite people in the world."

"It's the Dream Warriors' world, Gordo! You're just commentating it!"

Ninja, armed with a mic, stepped through the ring ropes, followed by the stoci, silent giant Psycho. Probably for the best, since when Psycho did talk it was mainly about food and assorted animals.

He began to speak slowly, measuredly. "For as long as Psycho and I have carried these belts -- an honor we earned fair and square in this ring -- something has been bothering us. The rabble. The clamour. The noise that arises whenever our names are brought up, because they are inevitably followed by two very irksome, nonsensical letters... Dee-Tee."

Ninja snorted with contempt while the crowd began an audible "D-T!" chant.

"They're like a fungus growing under my foot. Every time someone someone wants to talk about the Dream Warriors -- a name that actually means something, by the way -- they feel obligated to add a qualifier. 'Compared to D-T.' 'Like D-T.' 'Against D-T.' 'As good as D-T.' It's as though DW... and in fact every tag team in the entirety of nbW... can't exist without a relationship to D-T. Like everyone else in the world is caught up in Showtime's delusion that the entire galaxy revolves around him and, to a lesser degree, his idiotic, hare-brained partner. Well it doesn't, Showtime. Any astronomer will tell you that the galaxy revolves around a massive black hole... which comes to think of it, is a pretty good metaphor for your career. It sucks."

Ninja took a moment to congratulate himself on his remark while the audience booed.

He continued, "You might even get the impression that D-T was on the comeback road, lately, since they've won a couple of matches. And the next step in logic, for some reason, is that they will eventually get another match with your nbW Dynasty Champions, DW. So I keep getting pestered wherever I go. Hey Ninja, when are you guys gonna face D-T again? When ya gonna give D-T that rematch? How much longer can you avoid fighting D-T?! And you'd think, based on that, there's a demand for that match, but the truth is, only one person is asking that. It's Showtime himself. Morning, noon, and night, he's on e-mail, MSN, on Facebook, on Skype, on AOL Instant Messenger, texting, tweeting, mIRCing, even MySpace! The guy still has a MySpace page! And he uses it to ask when I'm going to face him again. And I'm sick of it. Everyone else in the world has accepted that DW is here to stay, except Showtime, Proteus, and that propagandist commentator Marc Gordon." Ninja turned to the commentary table and pointed, "Sir, if you do not desist in your comments I shall have to sue you for libel or silence you with a duel!"

Ninja took another moment to collect himself and try to ignore the boos before continuing. "But you know my awesomeness cannot be denied, and I won't waste my time with another pointless match against D-T, since we all know how great I am. Showtime is not my enemy anymore. He's nothing more than entertaining filler between matches of consequence. Matches of champions. That does not include D-T, because we are not feuding with D-T! Don't you realize?! There's a real challenge out there, we have new #1 Contenders, and their names are FML!"

Psycho, inaudibly (without the aid of a mic) corrected Dark Ninja, saying "FTW."

"Whatever. The point is, we know that those two guys in FAQ are the future of tag team wrestling, and we intend to test our mettle against the very best. And that does not include D-T, whose name, I remind you, are a couple of nonsensical letters strung together with a lousy hyphen. So can you blame me for getting a little irritated when they refuse to stop harassing me? I got some really angry e-mails last week -- which I suspect were written by Showtime himself -- about how I bait-and-switched Proteus last week with his former protege, El Avestruz. But how can you not see that I was in the right?! Proteus does not deserve to face me!! Showtime does not deserve to face me!! Why do you think I am out here week after week reminding them of that fact! Why do you think I had to hire outside help when I learned that D-T was joining forces with the already-formidable team of WTF?"

Marc Gordon chimed in, "I'd like to remind fans that Dark Ninja actually hired the Creede Brothers as back-up before D-T ever joined forces with FTW... which actually just happened earlier tonight!"

Ninja called to the back and the Creede brothers emerged from the entrance, to boos. They made their way to the ring. "Yes, yes," boasted Ninja, "in my infinite wisdom and foresight, I have brought these two unstoppable young talents into my organization. You know them as Ace and Spade Creede, but they are the latest members of the Ninja Family. See, we are closer than any fighting force you can think of, because we are like family. I think of these two as my sons. Well, not my sons, but somebody's. They're, like, really close nephews or cousins of mine that I really like. And henceforth, I shall be referring to them as Ace Ninja and Spade Ninja! We are all Ninjas! We are the Ninja Family! You belong! You are all my family! This is Psycho Ninja! The commentators are Terry Ninja and Marc Gordon Ninja! The ring announcer is Brent Ninja! The referee is... uh... Referee Ninja!" Ninja began to point out people in the audience. "You, sir, what's your name? Not anymore, now it's Herb Ninja. And your wife is Herb's Wife Ninja. Girl-ninjas don't get names, stupid! You are all my Ninja Family, and I am your Ninja champion! Obey me!!!"

Marc Gordon Ninja flatly declared, "I suspect Dark Ninja has crossed some sort of sanity threshold."

At that moment, the rushing basslines of "Holding Out For a Hero" began to blare and Emo Kevin appeared at the entrance.

"Look who it is!" Dark Ninja declared, "One half of the supposed Super-Squad. What are you, bitter that I enlisted your partner into my scheme instead of you? He's a believer, Kevin. He's one of us now."

"No he's not!" Kevin fired back, "He's just a mixed-up kid that you tricked into doing your bidding, on the promise that facing Proteus while dressed as you would earn him Proteus' respect! He's not one of you, and neither am I!"

"That's what you think. You're on your own, young Kevin, which is a shame, since you're about to be made an example. You will face the Creede Ninja Brothers in a handicapped match right damn now!!"

Emo Kevin	Versus	Creede Bros

Standard Match

The bell rang.

"For those of you just joining us, let me catch you up on the strange happenings that led to this match," Marc Gordon said, "Dark Ninja declared himself the patriarch of some kind of deranged Ninja Family that includes everyone in the world, and now Emo Kevin, whose partner El Avestruz was tricked by Ninja into fighting Proteus last week, is facing Ace and Spade Creede in a tag team match!"

"That's Ace and Spade Ninja, Gordo," Rents objected.

"I'll call them ninjas when they start wearing masks."

Kevin began by attempting to size up the two men. The Creedes rushed him and proceeded to double-team. Spade held him in place while Ace battered him wth chops, then suplexed him. He covered, only a one count.

The Creedes continued to dominate the young Kevin, with superplexes and double-DDTs. They whipped him against the ropes and he attempted to gain momentum with a clothesline, but he was caught with a spinebuster and covered. Still just a one count.

They backed Kevin into the corner and took turns beating him while Dark Ninja and Psycho watched on in approval. Eventually, enough was enough and El Avestruz ran down to ringside to interfere.

The bell rang. The match was ruled a disqualification for Emo Kevin due to interference. It didn't help much, since Kevin was out of commission and the Creedes were free to double team El Avestruz, eventually felling him with the Ace Up the Sleeve and the Spade of Pain.

Just as they were standing victoriously over their fallen foes, the new, 4-man D-T/FTW combo hit the ring and a brawl ensued! The four of them cleared the ring as the champions and their associates were sent to the aisle in retreat, sneering bitterly.

Showtime got on the mic. "This is far from over, Ninja! Taking advantage of unexpecting victims like El Avestruz and Kevin is one thing, but we're bringing the fight to your doorstep. Next week, the eight of us are gonna meet up in a nice big tag match, so you can see what you're really up against!"

The crowd roared with approval as Ninja just stared at Showtime, Proteus, and FTW, holding his belt up to show that it would still his.

Winners by Disqualification, Creede Bros.

The Last Laugh

♯ Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it? Or just let it slip? ♯

“Lose Yourself” by Eminem in nbW arenas has always an unpopular theme. It’s never had anything to do with Marshall Mathers, but unfortunately for one of the best-selling rap artists of all time, nbW’s resident villain and ultra-tough guy insists of using it as his entrance music.

Tonight, however, the decibel level was in danger of raising the roof, a stark contrast to what had happened to Keegan, who was callously thrown from the top of the steel cage by WAR and John C. Willis. Their negative, to put it lightly, reaction was attributed to that act of coldness and cowardice that had shocked the company to the core

Willis, Keegan’s half-brother, was smiling wickedly, emphasised by the absence of his front teeth, which he lost courtesy of his stepsibling. WAR bore no expression, save for a slight, smug grin that told fans he was proud of what he’d done to the Englishman and that only served to anger the audience even more, particularly some members in the aisle who shouted obscenities at the Salt Lake Superstar, who simply told them to fuck themselves.

As they entered the ring and Willis scaled the turnbuckles looking for accolades that wouldn’t arrive even if hell happened to freeze over, such is the odious nature of his being, and WAR’s outstretched arms underlined his arrogance, confidence and pride in his malicious act, supporters voiced their disapproval strongly, some even hurling bottles as the dastardly duo. Unfortunately, they missed.

WAR called for a microphone and got one, snatching it away from the ring announcer and then glaring at the crowd, pacing around the middle of the ring like an angry tiger caged up in a zoo, impatiently waiting for his daily delivery of grub to arrive.

“SHUT UP!”

That was Willis, not WAR, shouting into the stick and it garnered more boos, the Kokomo Colossus again scaling the ropes and shouting nonsense at the masses.

Finally, they quietened down, but not after denying WAR the opportunity to talk on two occasions, booing him before he even uttered a sound. This time, take 3, he was allowed to ‘explain’ himself.

“I suppose you want to know why we hospitalized Keegan. I suppose you want to know why we threw him off the cage with no regard. I suppose you expect an explanation.

“Slam five was supposed to be MY NIGHT. Unfortunately, it was an off-night, everyone, even the best, have them and that was my one-in-a-thousand. I’ll never be that bad again. That’s a promise.

“What do I see after I lose to a complete nobody? Another nobody laughing at me. Another no-mark laughing behind my back. Someone who has never done anything in wrestling, someone who got lucky in fighting because he didn’t have to face me, howling with laughter at my misfortune.

“WHO’S LAUGHING NOW KEEGAN? WHO’S LAUGHING NOW?”

BOOOOOOOOOOOO…

“There’s a famous saying: He who laughs last laughs loudest. Well after me and John tossed you off that cage, we laughed louder and harder than we’ve ever done in our lives because we hate your guts. How does it feel to know your two biggest rivals, the two men you hate more than anyone, the two men who hate you more than anyone, have ended your career?

“Now, we’re both retired. I had to retire after years of in-ring punishment. Not one individual retired me. But WE ended your career. You’d still be here if it wasn’t for me or Willis. You’d still be here annoying everyone with your pompous, arrogant, nonsensical ranting about the best fighter who ever lived with a win-loss record that is in the minuses.

“I can still go. I can still compete. I’m still the biggest draw in this damn business while you’re lying in some hospital bed with your leg in the air like some cheap WHORE.”

The crowd chanted ‘ASSHOLES’ and it was apt. WAR tossed the microphone to a grinning Willis, whose smile was substituted by a scowl and a subsequent ‘PISS OFF.’

“Keegan, WAR said it was supposed to be his night. Believe me, he was so upset with himself after his match and your laughter sealed your fate. You see, it’s none of your business. WAR is a calm man, it takes a lot to send him over the edge… but it doesn’t take a lot to send you over the edge, does it?”

WAR and Willis both laughed hard at the latter’s attempt to be funny.

“After doing that, it was his night. It was OUR night. Not only did your boy FAIL to beat RaVage AGAIN, we got our prize…

“Your career is over.”

Willis couldn’t stop smiling and his gloating annoyed the majority of spectators.

“You’d think our mission was over with it but WAR is on a mission to right the wrong and rightfully win HIS championship. And I think I’ll stick around too. It’s too much fun seeing your boy toy cry. Now, I’ve got a taste for it, I’d like to see what it would be like to see him fall from a great height.”

Willis licked his lips and handed and threw the microphone to the floor as fans expressed their utter disgust at the pair upon their departure.

Reagan however stopped at the ropes and ducked down to retrieve the microphone.

“Welcome to The Zone”, shouted William Arthur Reagan.

“I almost forgot; Last week we saw the official return of The Fighting Zone. As the holder of the Championship I had the honor of fighting in the first match of its return. Unfortunately with a stroke Casanova defeated me and I lost MY Championship”, continued an angry WAR.

“But don’t think you have seen the last of me. Oh no you didn’t. I just was with Gino Di Maggio and Don Toto Corleone, the two men that pull all the strings when it comes to The Fighting Zone, and I was offered a deal of a lifetime. I was made the Number 1 contender for the Championship. But the best thing about it is that I can use this Number 1 Contender shot whenever I want, wherever I want”, smiled WAR as he said it.

The crowd started booing louder and chanting “ASSHOLE!”

“Casanova, it is a no brainer that I had been the holder of the Championship for the last five years. I have defended the title in The Fighting Zone, in SHOW and in no Brand Wrestling. I have fought and defeated fighters like Chaos, Uncensored and Keegan. And you came here and with a stroke of luck in your debut you managed to win the most presitigious title in the whole fighting industry. Well you won’t keep it for long though. When you least expect it, I will take my Number 1 contendership and will put you down for the 15 count and be crowned again The Holder of the CHAMPIONSHIP!”.

With that WAR threw the mic on the floor and as ‘Lose Yourself’ started playing again he made his way to the back as the crowd continued to boo loudly.

♯ Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it? Or just let it slip? ♯

From the Office of Boyle

The cameras swapped to the office of Thaddeus P. Boyle where he sat behind his large oak furnished desk ready to address a nation, or in this case his roster and fans watching.

“Good evening, as always we thank you for tuning in tonight and attending the show. I will not hold up our time too much here before we return to the action. There is however several orders of business I would like to speak on at this moment.”

He pulled a piece of paper from his docket and read aloud: “As witnessed on SLAM 5, two of our Superstars were blatantly attacked by unknown assailant or assailants. The conditions of Remy Leroux and Austin Advent are not severe however they will be out of action for 6 weeks by Physicians orders so they can recuperate. Their attacker or attackers will be discovered and appropriate punishment handed out.”

He laid the paper aside and retrieved another from the docket: “Due to the recent strike by our in-ring officials, and the compromising between both parties, it has been deemed that should any Superstar, hired talent, performer, guest or otherwise lay a hand on one of our ring officials they will be fined Five Thousand dollars on the first occurrence. An additional Five Thousand will be added upon each subsequent failure to comply with the rule. Suspension or Termination will follow subsequent attacks. We, no brand Wrestling, do understand the steepness of these fines, however we wish to continue a safe work environment for all of our employees, be it in the ring or outside the building. “

Another paper was retrieved and the first sat stacked with the other.

“Now onto what you have been waiting for. As you are aware the World Championship is currently vacant. At SLAM Five we had set in motion to correct that situation with The Cage match between Ali Amore and RaVage. Unfortunately due to the interference and involvement by other parties as well as the near-death of Mr. Keegan, the match was deemed a Draw. This --- is not how we want nbW to be remembered. We must have a champion at the top of the stage. Therefore on SLAM’s Seventh Episode we will hold a special 10 Man Elimination Match. A first in nBW’s history. Ten Men and Women will vie for the Championship, but only ONE will be left standing as the victor and the NEW World Champion. I will be announcing those Ten later tonight.”

He closed the docket and smiled at the camera: “Thank you for you time and please enjoy the rest of the show.”

Becareful what you wish for

The crowd in the arena waited in anticipation for the next match. They weren't sure who would be coming through the curtain to greet them but one thing was for sure, SLAM! had the fans excited and eager to see what was in store for them. You could cut the tension with a hot butter knife.

"We've been waiting a long time to find out just who's behind the mask, calling himself "J. Leslie Voss' Biggest/No.1 Fan?", Marc Gordon commented.

Terry Renton leaned over as he responded. "Yeah I believe everyone wants to know just who is....."

Gordon and Renton were interrupted by the arrival of an unexpected guest. Those in attendance weren't sure what to expect. Something just didn't seem right. All they knew was a well dressed gentlemen, in a tailor made suit, black aviator sunglasses, and long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail could be seen walking towards the ring. There was no music, just murmuring from the crowd.

"Umm.... fans? I don't see this particular segment listed in our format sheet?" Marc Gordon commented with a confused tone in his voice.

The man demanded a microphone. As an attendant at ringside handed him a mic, a strange smirk was seen on the 6'2 240 pounder's weather beaten face. The face looked familiar but nbW fans still weren't quite sure who he was. Sunglasses? Long blonde hair? That could be anybody.

"So this is N...... B....... W.....???" the man began.

"Just what do the letters nbW stand for?" he continued.

"Does nbW stand for NO BRAINS WRESTLING?"

The fans shouted, "WHAT!!??!"

"Does nbW stand for NO BALLS WRESTLING?"

The fans again shouted, "WHAT!!?!"

"Oh, I got it.... nbW stands for NO BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND WRESTLING...."

The fans once again shouted, "WHAT!!?!"

"Exactly, I'm with you. I mean, what exactly does NO BRAND Wrestling mean? Does it mean this DUMP is too cheap to find some endorsements and you know, make enough MONEY to actually pay it's talent to become an actual BRAND? Does No BRAND Wrestling mean it has no identity? It's just this little, crappy, nothing happening, cheap imitation, piece of amateur run wanna-be FWO garbage who's roster is too DAMN LAZY to put on a weekly show for you fans.... just haphazardly floating around sprinkling FLAKY fairy dust only whenever NO BRAND Wrestling feels like it?"

The fans began to boo.

"Oh don't boo me. You know it's the truth! As a matter of fact, what I'm saying is cutting right to the bone with a lot of you who actually still care. Let me tell you something. Let me be 100% real with you fans. I had second thoughts of even showing up tonight because I knew.... I just knew.... there would be empty seats in this arena. Wow... and boy was I right. I could hear the crickets chirping the moment I drove up to this place. I bet half of you were paid more than ME just to sit in those seats in front of where the cameras... or excuse me... the CAMERA (Just one) is rolling. And the other half of the arena? Empty.... totally EMPTY, except for that fat kid eating popcorn thinking this is some fucking B rated horror film. Hey kid, you deserve a refund. Here's 5 dollars. Keep the change!

The fans booed again. Some began to chant, "We want 5 BUCKS!" "We want 5 BUCKS!"

"Just somebody.... ANYBODY in this pimple and cellulite laden crowd please tell me.... Where the hell am I? Why am I here? It sure as HELL couldn't be because I wanted to perform in front of you people and get PAID for what I do! Oh no.... instead I'm here, strictly out of the goodness of my heart, as a WRESTLER to WRESTLE... bounced checks or not!"

The fans seemed to become more irritated as they booed louder.

"Tonight I was asked here to do nothing more than fill up space on this show. I say, to !@#$!@ HELL with that!" If you want to see me in a match, I demand a press release, I demand... hey I know.... one of those fancy old school vignettes to introduce me to the BRAND audience. Oh, I'm sorry. Again, this is NO BRAND. Something like a quality television producer to produce such a thing is NON EXISTENT here. Ok then, websites are still pretty cheap.... even easier to UPDATE once in a BLUE FRIGGIN' MOON! Hey, I have a great idea! How about thenbw.com website actually take the time to introduce its new roster members with an exclusive behind the scenes interview or two instead of just having them suddenly "sneak in" during a live show and have absolutely NOTHING to work with to keep you people AWAKE much less ENTERTAINED. I mean wow. You have rating makers and then... you have the RATINGS KILLER. It's no wonder we may NEVER see this promotion go to a weekly format. If a tree falls and there's no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?"

The fans began to chant, "BOOOOOOOOOOOOORING! BOOOOOOOOOORING!"

"It seems the fans have spoken. I'll tell you what, instead of me wrestling some no named jobber to "put my character over" I'll graciously give you fans what you really want. How about I take a little time out of my busy schedule to educate you people. I know..... How about I SHOOT from the hip as I'm sure a lot of you "smart marks" just pissed your pants hearing that. Your pointed little ears just went up because your Commander Spock just started speaking a language only you GEEKS understand."

Fans began to chant, "FX! FX! FX! FX! FX!"

"Fuck Shawn FX. Shawn FX, as far as I'm concerned is dead. He died just after that CRAPTASTIC match he was in for the last hurrah for SHOW Wrestling. I mean what the !@@##! hell. A wrestler of my caliber was put in a gimmick laden "HARDCORE" match with a guy who barely knew how to lock up, tie his wrestling boots, or find the ring with out a LONG line of coke to help get him there. You talk about the dark days of my career. I'm glad the SHOW's over. I'm glad that promotion is 6 feet under and there to stay. I was the SHOWPrimeTime Champion and I absolutely HATED that place with a passion. It almost made me quit this business! There was no organization. No direction. No work ethic. No heart. Instead, it was a bunch of half baked slobs who only WISHED they were ACTUALLY wrestlers. Ryan Harms, you fat piece of crap. YOU SUCK!"

The fans began to chant, "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!"

"Hey, that's music to my ears..... and I'm just getting warmed up. How about I talk about WET DREAM WRESTLING for a second? Would you like that? You know exactly who I'm talking about."

Fans began shouting, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Mindless sheep. Ben Halkum Facebook buddies. No, you people SHUT THE FUCK UP! This is my time and my dime! Why don't you tweet to Almighty Ben HE SUCKS!

More boos.

Now where was I.... oh I was about to talk about JOHNNY LEGEND and his marry band of GAY MEN. It's no wonder Miss USA left the way that she did. There isn't a single member on the DREAM roster that's seen a vagina since their mother (assuming they weren't test tube babies) gave birth to them! You want to do a STUPID spoof on me DREAM Powers that Be, when I wasn't even THINKING about wrestling for you EVER? I have a better idea for what you should put on your show. Make ChristPlow your God. Kiss his feet. Kiss his ass. Roll out the red carpet and worship him like he's the second coming. Oh wait.... YOU'VE ALREADY DONE THAT! My mistake. News must travel fast in your patronizing little world."

The fans booed.

"Now bring out the greener than grass rookie masked man that's supposed to take the fall for me tonight. Forget giving either one of us any music. I haven't got all day."

Finally Shawn Phillips microphone was cut off. No one came to the ring. What appeared to be several backstage officials stepped in the ring to say something to Shawn. Shawn nodded his head, as if expecting to hear what he had heard. His stunt in front of a live audience was going to cost him. What exactly it would cost Shawn was unclear at this point. Had it cost him a potential contract with No Brand Wrestling? Perhaps an even bigger question was, did Shawn Phillips care? Was he invited to "Shoot" and speak his mind, or was something much deeper, much more twisted, going on here? Did someone invite him or did Shawn Phillips a.k.a. Shawn FX invite himself?

Perhaps someone would need to investigate this matter further....

Torment	Versus	Zatch Rollins

Standard Match

“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for tuning in tonight. We hope to have more information on what all that was about. However the show must continue. As was announced on the website and through the media news outlets, our resident Colossus Spike Saunders has challenged and pre-accepted to a match with J. Leslie Voss’s so called fan. Tonight he gets that chance.” Voiced Marc Gordon but not before his broadcast colleague chimed in.

“Unfortunately for Saunders he is facing a god in the ring. Be it a fan or JLV himself, not even Hercules could put him down.” Remarked Renton.

At that moment however the lighting in the arena dropped to darkness. Save for the camera phones and flashes there were no lights in the arena.

The darkness lifted and standing in the middle of the ring was:

“Torment!” stated Gordon. “He’s here, despite the boss’s orders.”

“And look who he brought with him, it’s that other freak.”

Torment stood center of the ring with the self-called Harbinger. The arena dropped to silence as he readied to speak.

“Tonight we see. Tonight we feed. Tonight we demolish.”

The Harbinger lowered the mic as the lights returned and the familiar Japanese song played that led to the entrance of the flipping ninja sensation Zatch Rollins. Rollins dashed from the entrance and down the ramp with a series of flips and handsprings before hitting the apron and springing right through the second and third ropes.

Ding Ding

Zatch made the first move, a snapping kick to the side of the masked monster. Torment cocked his head as if judging the impact and the appeal of such a first attack on his frame. He jutted out his arms and with swiftness grabbed him by the waist and flattened him with a spine buster.

Zatch rolled to the side, unaware that Torment followed. He reached down and pulled him up to his feet to toss him into the ropes and upon rebound hit a powerful clothesline on him.

Torment reached down to pick him up again but he rolled backwards and to the ropes using them to reach a standing base. He then dashed towards the monster, ducking a sweeping arc from his arm, and upon hitting the ropes springboarded with a stunning dropkick that did nothing to faze the masked monster.

He went for a leaping neckbreaker but Torment swatted him to the side and circled his waist before heaving him up and over with a release german suplex. Torment drove his boot down over his head before dropped his left knee across his chest. He went for a second knee however Rollins rolled out of the way and kipped up to his feet again. As Torment rose from the missed knee Zatch dropkicked him in the spine and then with little effort grabed the back of his head and flipped over the top of him.

The whiplash for effect, and for good measure he dropkicked him again this time from the front into the chest. With Torment down to two knees he hooked his arms around Torment’s neck and signaled for his second rope bulldog however Torment swatted his legs out from under him and smashed his face down into the ring mat.

He then grabbed his head and shoved it between his legs; arms wrapped around the waist and raised him into the air above his own shoulders before slamming him down to the mat with a thundering powerbomb. He dropped his boot across his chest and the referee slid into action.

One

Two

Thr—

KICKOUT

Somehow he managed to kick out. However as much as the fans enjoyed this there were many secretly hoping he would stay down, knowing full well what kind of monster Torment was.

Torment drove his foot down at Zatch but he caught it and with great agility managed to dragon screw him off his feet enough that he could rise to his own. Zatch hit a basement dropkick to his knees and them tossed him into the corner. He delivered a series of kicks to the chest and a final dropkick straight to the mask.

Zatch then lifted him up so that his feet were on the second ropes and sat down on the buckle. Torment was out of it, and Zatch took the opportunity to stand up behind him, wrapping his own legs around Torment’s neck and floated forwards… his momentum flipping Torment and driving him down with his own power bomb of sorts.

Zatch wasn’t finished, he went back up top and turned his back to his opponent, never a good move in wrestling; but considering Torment was out of it, Zatch leaped into the air backwards, flipping in midair to bring himself down shoulders first on the monster’s midsection. Zatch quickly made the cover.

One

Two

Thr---

Shoulder up!

Torment had managed to roll his shoulder off the mat, and behind those eye slits you could tell he was not happy. He peered to the outside where Harbinger held up his first finger, then his second, and finally the third. Torment nodded his head thrice in acknowledgment.

Zatch had readied another assault but as he went for a flying missle dropkick off the tope rope he was met by the clutch of Torment’s hand around his throat. His body raised in the air, and DROPPED with the Chokeslam. Torment then raised him once more and planted him into the mat. The referee slid to count the pinfall however Torment still without releasing raised Rollins up in the air and then DROVE him down to the mat.

One

Two

Three!

It was over. Torment stood victorious. The ring official checked on Zatch and helped him out of the ring as Harbinger climbed back inside.

Winner by Pinfall, Torment

The Rule of Three

With Zatch put out in a flash the Harbinger once more raised the mic to his mask.

“He is not the one to pray for victory. He is not the one to bring you to salvation. He is not the one that shall deliver your souls to torment.”

An eerie silence took hold of the arena as the two masked freaks of nature drew the very breath out of the fans’.

“Tonight you saw the very power of Torment and the supernatural aura that Is 3. Tonight you witnessed the ninja boy delivered to rest as set by the Rule. Tonight you were shown the Rule of Three.”

He paused.

“Birth, Life, Death. Past, Present, Future. Morning, Day, Night. Always Three.-“ he paused and looked at his cloak and dagger known as Torment. “So why this monster? This beast? This freak?”

The fans started to boo the two having heard enough.

“I know. Torment knows. And soon, you will all know.”

The lights once more went to darkness, and within a moment later light returned with an empty ring.

“Well, I don’t know what to say about this. What the hell is this rule of Three?” questioned Renton.

“Resounding law of nature yet to be unproven. Even in this Wrestling business we abide by it in every pinfall finish. Basically the rule of three states that all things that come in threes are more effective. Well known on the comedy circuit that if you pair three together it gets funnier in the route to the third; but as you can see by what happened to Zatch, it is quite effective in the ring.”

“I see.”

“Well folks, we do apologize about what you just witnessed. Rest assured that we will find out what that was all about and have an update on Rollins’s condition as soon as possible.” Ended Gordon.

The Final Chapter

After the commercial break, a few moments of silence were replaced by ‘That’s Amore’ as fans stood on their feet and broke into applause for the man poised to enter. This wasn’t a pop, it wouldn’t fit the occasion, and as Ali emerged, fans gave him a loud round of applause that prompted the ex-champion to beat his heart and wave back to them. There was a relationship between competitor and crowd.

Dressed in a black leather jacket, blue jeans and a pair of sunglasses, it was apparent what kind of a mood the Colombian was in, the patriotic pretender failing to showcase any of his country’s colours, a trademark of this fantastic athlete with a top-class attitude.

He didn’t do a somersault either. This wasn’t a time to jump for joy. This was a time to be sad and/or mad. Maybe it was a time to get back and get even. We were about to find out.

“Thank you. Thank you so much to everyone.”

Everyone sat down and waited to hear what Keegan’s star student had to say: “This week has been the most difficult week of my career.

“It has nothing to do with the title. Even though, I felt I did enough to be champion and went through so much with RaVage, it’s the least of my worries right now.

As you know, my teacher and my best friend in wrestling, Keegan, was thrown off the cage by WAR and John C. Willis during the match. I spoke to him and he told me he wants me to say thank you to you and fans watching on TV for their support and many letters telling him to get well.”

A round of applause met Ali’s words and he nodded, clapped in response to their support and looked at the floor, looking teary-eyed. He stopped himself: “It doesn’t look good. We don’t know the situation and next week we’ll know better. But Keegan has asked me to read out a message to you all.”

Amore removed a piece of paper from his leather jacket’s top pocket and steadied himself, wiping his nose as tears did begin to fill his eyes: “I’d just like to say that I don’t want people to be sad because I’ve had an exciting career. While it’s been up and down, full of missed shots and regret in the sense of not realising my potential, it’s never been dull.

I didn’t enter wrestling to be the best and it’s good job because I never was. What I became was a guy who could talk, someone who could make others look good while looking competitive enough that when the time was right for someone to have a run, it could be him. I thank anyone who believed in me and gave me the chance to work near the top of the card. You showed me great support and gave me confidence that I was good at what I do.

After a decade, I realised my role in wrestling was to have fun and savour special moments. This promotion, nbW, is home to many of those and I’d like to thank everyone I ever worked with and for the opportunity. Plus, the fans who, whether I was good or bad, always seemed to react and care. It was an honour that words can’t justify.

When I look back on my career, I worked for some phenomenal promotions. Whether it was a short time is irrelevant. I was able to convince some of the men who effectively run wrestling that I was worthy of being on their show and that was enough for me.

I had great success as a fighter and maybe that was my calling but I’ve always loved wrestling as well. And, I’d like to thank SHOW for allowing me to realise my dream of becoming a world champion. It might have been for one night only but it happened in the nick of time as it turned out and I had a blast working there.

My legacy is not what I did in my career but hopefully what will happen in the future. I’ll look to train young wrestlers and help them do what I couldn’t quite do – fulfil their potential and win world titles. I’m happy enough to say that I was able to witness first-hand my most promising student, Ali Amore, do exactly that. I hope to repeat the feat.

Even if I don’t, watching Ali grow as a performer has given me more pleasure than anything I’ve done in my last five years in this unique business. Please continue to support him in the way you already have, and me too, and enjoy watching the most naturally talented athlete I’ve ever had the pleasure to work with. I… I…”

Ali covered his face with his hands and then slumped to his knees, visibly shaken and unable to finish the prepared speech handed to him by Special K.

After several seconds, the classy young man stood up, tears streaming down his cheeks as the fans started to chant his teacher’s name. He applauded them again: “Pray for him. Thank you. I’m sorry.”

On that note, a distressed twenty-something started to cry even more as he vacated the squared circle.

His mentor, in his eyes, had vacated a spot in nbW that could never be filled.

After the Beatdown

Emo Kevin was sitting in the infirmary, holding an icepack over his eye. It was a pretty especially bad beatdown, since he hadn't had anyone to back him up until it was too late. El Avestruz sat down next to him, with a bandage on his shoulder.

"Okay, I admit it," Kevin said, "It was dumb of me to go off on my own like that. I got beat up pretty bad. I'm glad you showed up eventually, even if it was after the worst of it."

"We're a team, Kev," Avestruz said, patting his partner's shoulder, "Let's not forget that."

"Deal."

And the two stayed there, healing their wounds. After a moment's silence, Avestruz said, "You know, for a minute there against the Creedes, you looked lik you had a chance. I think it was when you punched Ace and nearly kicked Spade."

"Yeah," Kevin smirked, "I was pretty proud of that."

Simon Starks	Versus	'TFZ Champion' Johannes Antonious de Castonovo

The Fighting Zone Championship Match

Reborn on SLAM’s fifth episode, The Fighting Zone was settling in quite nicely already with the arena filled to the brim with loyal fans and supporters. The Zone had returned, some would say it was better than ever, while others were still true to the old and true tFz; regardless, all agreed that no brand was taking it up a notch.

Case in point, the young gentleman walking to the ring. Known to the nbW faithful as Simon Starks, the young wrestler that never made it past the minor leagues. Now, as he entered into the ring and looked up at The Zone hanging high above him, he was set to show why he was a born fighter; not wrestler.

Appearances can be deceiving and the current tFz Champion certainly was that and much more. His shocking win, one that still has bookie’s getting paid, came as well a shock. William Arthur Reagan was the champion from a time not quite forgotten but his prime was back then, the rookie and former underground fighter, Johannes Antonious de Castanovo outlasted the Hall of Famer and put him down for the final fifteen count. That belt around his waist was the very proof of his skill.

He stopped midway up the aisle and took the mic that handed to him: “Champion. Quella singola parola definisce chi sono io di fronte a voi e lo spogliatoio NBW. A SLAM Episodio Cinque ho battuto il tuo Hall of Fame leggenda, William Arthur Reagan. Quindici contano.”
(Champion. That single word defines who I am in the face of you and the nBW locker room. At SLAM Episode Five I beat your Hall of Fame legend, William Arthur Reagan. Fifteen count.)

The fans booed, while the few in attendance that knew Italian and respected the win, cheered. Others chanted ENGLISH to no avail.

“Esta noche comienza una nueva era, una en la que voy a llevar. La era de los combatientes.”
(Tonight begins a new era, one in which I will lead. The era of Fighters.)

This time the few in the audience of Spanish decent cheered, while the Italian fans jeered. He once more switched it up, this time Slovak.

“Vítam akékoľvek a všetkých súperov. Simon Starks byť prvý statočný, aby sa na mňa. Vítam akúkoľvek výzvu.”
(I welcome any and all opponents. Simon Starks being the first of the brave to face me. I welcome any challenge.)

No cheers. Nobody knew what he was saying, and it brought a smile to his face.

“Regardless of the language it is stated, I will be The Champion that The Fighting Zone deserves.” He tossed the mic off to the side and continued down the aisle.

He then ducked through the ropes and walked up to Simon before both men along with the official signed to the match, Ed Gates, watched as The Zone lowered around them. With the sealing of the structure the fight was underway. Johannes turned to charge at Simon to start the match but the smaller man had the same idea with a brutal kick to the face, which he followed with a series of jabs to the gut. For the first moments of the fight Simon Starks held the ground, the Champion hardly making a move.

A swinging neckbreaker followed by a huge legdrop across the chest of the Champion looked to seal his fate. But the referee only reached a count of 4 at that time and place. JAC rebounded from the predicament and intended to show why he was the new TFZ Champion; it was no fluke. He had ducked a lariat from his challenger and grabbed the back of the man’s hair to yank him downwards to the mat. Johannes lifted him back to his feet and with his strength all the way up to his shoulders before dropping him with an infamous death valley driver.

Gates started his count while Castonovo waited in the corner. Starks however was back to his feet at 13. It was close, but not close enough. Johannes went right back after him only to be swept down and pounded on like a little bitch. Simon yanked his right arm up and to the back before driving both knees to the cross section of his spine. The pain was excruciating but he persevered. Starks readied himself as Johannes came to a stand again at the Eight count this time.

Start lobbed a fist at the face of the champion, and received one in turn. The two tossed back a few jabs in a straight up boxing match much like Johannes and WAR had done at Slam 5. Starks however was not looking to win a fight of the fists. He dodged a left and dropped to the splits before driving a vicious punch to the champions gut. A leap to his feet and grabbing hold of his head he pounded the sense right out of him.

For every left and right jab he took, he drove a knee into the champions gut as well. It was like clock work at this point. A second swinging neckbreaker and JAC was down. Referee Gates started the count. The fans were anticipating the end being near as he reached the twelve mark. At thirteen he started to move and Simon pushed past the referee driving a knee into the chest of JAC before bringing the left leg up and with a vicious snapping motion, he drove it to the side back to the mat.

The fans in attendance were amazed as the champion was being manhandled by his challenger, and ring-vet of no brand. Simon Starks was here to prove that he belonged with the TFZ. A vicious series of stomps to the chest was re-enforcement of that very point. He backed off again and let Gates start the count, but this time he only reached nine before Johannes was back up.

The Adriatic Gargoyle was an impressive specimen. His body that of chisel granite, and with such power, his agility matched what his strength could not provide. He rosé once more and with Simon launching himself off the second rope with a springboard enziguri, he caught him. Caught him dead-center in the ring. Raised him high and over his shoulders before falling backwards with him still in his grasp. Without releasing he brought himself back to a standing base again, showcasing his incredible strength as he had raised Simon Starks up with him.

The arena froze in awe and amazement as Johannes arm’s wrapped around Starks legs and neck and then like a vice, pulled downward. The torture rack was applied. Simon only last a few moments before he started tapping and smacking his hand at anything he could. Wrong rules however. With the 15 count needed Johannes slowly let up on the pressure and with a swift maneuver he slammed Simon over his head down to the mat with the Forward Firesman Carry slam.

It was academic from there. Mixed with the pain and agony of his ribs being stretched out, and the vicious slam, Simon failed to make the fifteen count. The Adriatic Gargoyle was now 2-0 in The Fighting Zone. Still the Champion, and proof that his win against the Hall of Famer was no fluke. Question is, who can take on this beast of a man and keep him down for the fifteen?

Winner by 15 Count, Johannes Antonious de Castonovo

The. Final. Piece. IV

"Well, this is mighty impressive."

Another episode of SLAM! was chugging along quite splendidly, and for super-agent Biron Sexton, the quest which he'd embarked on many moons ago at the behest of Thaddeus Boyle was finally coming to an end. It was fitting, then, that Biron had found the final piece of the puzzle.

Yes, he had been hired to bring in new talent for NBW. But, Sexton had his own agenda. One that he'd been quietly working on for a while.

Looking up from the folder in his desk, Biron smiled at the man standing at the doorway, arms folded. "Raphael, I don't know how you've gone un-noticed by so many other federations, but rest assured, I see in you potential of the highest order. You have the complete package, from what I see. You'll fit in just nicely here in NBW."

The burly man with a scowl on his face merely narrowed his eyes. "That warms the cockels in my heart. What next?"

"Next?" Sexton echoed rather rhetorically, standing to his feet. "Look at you, already raring to go. Not to worry, my new friend. I have some loose ends to tie up first. In the meanwhile, I need you to meet up with two people. These two people, Marian and Arturro, will be the nucleus of our little team here. I want you to get familiar with them. Treat them as family.

All four of us are in this for the long haul. It doesn't matter if in the long run, NBW doesn't make it. We shall simply pack up and move on to other territories. What we have here, Raphael, is the launching pad for years of dominance. We will work our way to the top of the mountain, and cement ourselves as legends. A force to be reckoned with. We shall take the ideals of this industry by the throat and choke the life out of it."

Sexton walked around his desk and towards Raphael. Behind his horn-rimmed glasses, Sexton's eyes gleamed.

Raphael managed to bust out a wry grin. "Sure. That sounds like a plan for the ages. We'll be properly rewarded for our efforts, won't we? Or will the almighty dollar become an issue?"

The super-agent shook his head defiantly. "Money will never be a problem you'll have to worry about."

With an acknowledging nod, Raphael uncrossed his arms and extended his right hand out to Biron. Sexton grinned, and within moments, the two men were shaking hands. Once both men pulled away their hands from each other, though, the return of the scowl to Raphael's face gave Biron cause for concern.

While the super-agent saw a lot in Raphael's folder that appealed to him, Sexton was also privy to Raphael's trouble with managing his attitude and his temper. It was a bit of a gamble for Biron to bring Raphael into the fold, but the pros outweighed the cons. Still, at that moment, with how Raphael was eye-balling him, Sexton felt nervous.

"I hear you're a resourceful man. Kind of like MacGyver. What would you do with a paperclip, a rubber band and a drinking straw?" Raphael suddenly asked, his left shoved into the side-pocket of his jeans.

Sexton's right eyebrow arched upwards, and he chortled. "I am indeed a human swiss army knife. And as for what I would do with aforementioned items? Well, then.

... Some things are better left to the imagination, don't you agree?"

Raphael shrugged. The super-agent had a point AND passed a simple test. With another nod of the head, Raphael opened the door to Sexton's office and walked off, presumably to meet up with the other two members of the gang that Biron had slowly put together.

Which left the super-agent alone again, to his own devices.

"Here we go."

Oh! It was him!

"Brilliant job with Voss, 'Drew."

Zed stood next to Andrew Martin, having arrived in the fitness training room to discuss their tag match later in the evening.

"How do you think your old partner will fare against him tonight?"

Andrew shrugged, rubbing at his shoulder which still irked him.

"Better than me, I hope. I have to say I was really disappointed with my performance. Maybe I do need to hang up the boots and retire."

"Retirement is only a means to escape the reality Andrew. Are you truly wanting to step away from the ring for good?"

"Maybe. I don't know. I started in this business nearly twenty years ago now. It may just be that time to step away and move on." Zed nodded however the lights then dropped to complete blackness in the room. "What the hell?" called out Zed before the sound of rustling and clangs filled the air.

In the darkness Zed was cautiously seeking out the light on the wall, stumbling around the weights and equipment.

Unable to find the light he made a dash for the door as the clanging grew louder. Once at the door he busted through to swing it open, casting upon the room a ray of light from outside.

On the far end of the room, hung upside down over the weights machine was Andrew Martin. Below him a puddle of blood was forming from the deep open cuts on his head and across his person.

Zed wasted no time before rushing down the hall and calling the head trainer Jim Thomson and Michael O'dell to the room. Once entering the room O'Dell checked Martin's clothes and bags but could not find what he was seeking: "Looks like we can call the search off then."

Zed looked at him with confusion: "WHAT? WHY? No, The ones responsible for this have to pay!"

"They will." answered O'Dell as he and Jim tended to Andrew.

10 To 1 Announcement

The cameras cut to the stage where Thaddeus Boyle stood and held a manila folder against his chest.

“Now as I promised earlier tonight. The reveal of the Ten participating in our 10 to 1 matchup at Slam Seven. Every single one of these names should be quite familiar to you; in fact these first two names should come at no surprise. The former World Champion, The Columbian Son, Ali Amore.”

The Epi-Center showcased Frogsplash after Frogsplash from the southern native.

“The Colossus of nBW, Spike Saunders.”

The Epi-Center lit up to reveal Saunders dropping various opponents of the past with his Spiked! Finishing maneuver as the fans cheered.

“From Giant to Savage, the former World Champion RaVage.”

Ravage is shown spearing various superstars of the past.

“Whomever it Is under the mask, be it J. Leslie Voss, my son Gyle, or even the wiley Shawn Hart; he is the JLV Fan.”

Footage of the JLV Fan’s short time in nbW follows to a chorus of booes.

“The first ever Keystone And Dynasty Champion, the returning Callie Urban.”

More cheers as footage from her last run in nBW is shown.

“The Kokomo Colossus, John C. Willis.”

Booes, especially following what had happened at Slam Five.

“The highly talented and professional, The Son of Malta.”

SOM’s undertaking against Ali Amore in the past is shown as well as his various victories and assists.

“A representative of the tag team sensation D-T, Showtime.”

To the cheers of the fans a package showcasing D-T numerous victories in the tag division and some single outings filled the Epi-Center.

“And finally, the monster beneath the cloak of shadows, Torment.”

The fans were still confused at to if they wanted to cheer or jeer the monster as he appeared on screen choke-slamming various names of the past; they chose silence.

“The tenth competitor will be announced at Slam’s Seventh Episode. I wish you all luck. Let’s get this main event rolling and Saunders.. Remove that imposter’s mask!”

With a grin he turned and headed to the back.

The JLV Fan	Versus	Spike Saunders

Standard Match

Denis Leary's 'I'm an Asshole' proceeded to hit the arena as the jeers blasted throughout the arena waiting for JLV or the ‘JLV fan’ to appear. Boyle finally gave Spike Saunders what he wanted and that was the ‘JLV Fan’ in the ring. Last week Spike interrupted the match with Andrew Martin and the ‘JLV Fan’ which gave the fan a win over the former nBW World Champion. Boyle and Spike stated they were both tired of this ruse by JLV and wanted it ended tonight that’s why Spike got his one on one match against the Religious One himself. The fan made his way slowly down the ramp wearing an all black body suit and the JLV mask soaking in the jeers from the St. Louis fans. The music died down as the ‘JLV Fan’ rolled into the ring and raised his arms high in the air waiting for the man who has made his mission to aggravate because of his idol J. Leslie Voss.

It wasn’t long before the ever familiar “Spike-It-UP!” replaced JLV’s theme. Instantly, the crowd’s disappointing boos was transformed into the cheers that follow Spike Saunders wherever he seems to go.

Spike was walking down the aisle at a much faster pace than normal. He was calm and confident. This is the match he waited weeks for. He finally was going to get his hands on JLV. No more games. No more fake masks. It was time for Spike to show the world that JLV couldn’t hide any longer. Spike entered the ring after stepping over the top rope. “JLV Fan’ saw this as his opportunity as he raced across the ring and kicked at Spike’s leg. The referee called for the tolling of the bell as the match was underway with the fan trying to get the upper hand on his much bigger opponent.

The fan continued his barrage of right hands to make sure he kept the bigger man off balanced. Spike finally was able to get into the ring as he shoved the ‘JLV Fan’ to the other side of the ring. The fan came back at Saunders but was met by a big right hand by the giant. Spike shoved the fan back into the corner forcibly causing the fan to be caught off guard for a second from Spike’s power. The big man came into the corner but was met with a dropkick to the knee that sent him down head first into the corner.

The fan quickly got to his feet and started to stomp on the downed giant. He placed Spike in the corner in a sitting position as he walked half way across the ring. The ‘JLV Fan’ raced into the corner at full speed and nailed Spike with a running knee strike. The fan grabbed Spike and started to choke the big man in the corner. This was not a no holds barred match so the ref stepped in to tell the fan to break the hold but the fan didn’t, so that’s when the ref started the five count.

ONE..

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

The ‘JLV Fan’ finally broke the hold before the five count. The fans continued to jeer the man that stood tall in the ring over the seven foot giant, Spike Saunders. The ‘JLV fan’ reached down and grabbed Spike pulling him to his feet. He whipped Spike into the ropes. He waited for Spike to come back from the ropes and drilled the big man with a spinning spine buster. The fan dropped down for the cover as the ref got into position.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!!

Looks like the fan needs to do more work to keep Spike down on the mat. The fan dropped down on one knee and hooked Saunders rear naked choke hold. The fan put all of his body weight on Spike’s back so he could carry his weight and the weight of the ‘JLV Fan’. The crowd tried to pump Spike up to get him started in the match.

LET’S GO SPIKE

LET’S GO SPIKE

LET’S GO SPIKE

LET’S GO SPIKE

LET’S GO SPIKE

This started to pump up Saunders as he tried to get to his feet. The big was really pushing to get to his feet as the ‘JLV Fan’ continued to try to keep the choke on. Spike finally got to a standing base and drove a few elbows into the fan’s midsection. The grip was loosened enough for Spike to take the fan down with a hiptoss. The ‘JLV Fan’ quickly got back to his feet but was taken down again with a clothesline. The fan got to his feet again and the same thing happened where he was down again from another Spike Saunders clothesline.

Spike was pumped as he grabbed the mask trying to take it off. The fan fought to keep the mask on his face as he nailed Spike with a couple of kicks to the head, releasing Spike’s grip on the mask. Saunders staggered backwards as the fan got to his feet. He was quickly sent back down to the mat with a big boot to the jaw. Instead of Spike going for the mask he went straight for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!!

The fan kicked out as Spike stood to his feet.

The giant man grabbed the fan by his hair and whipped him into the corner. Saunders looked around the crowd for a split second before racing into the corner with a big clothesline that shook the ‘JLV Fan’ out of his boots to everyone’s delight. The big man got an ovation from the fans in attendance.

SPIKE!!

SPIKE!!

SPIKE!!

SPIKE!!

SPIKE!!

However one fan didn’t care to give Spike an ovation and that was the fan in the ring slumped in the corner having just received a clothesline from said man. Spike bent down and pulled the ‘JLV fan’ up from the floor. He wrapped his massive hands around the fan’s throat to literally choke the life out of him. The fan was gasping for air as the ref looked to Spike to break the hold. Spike broke the hold and quickly nailed the ‘JLV Fan’ with an uppercut, which was followed by a quick left jab, then right jab, and then finishing with a throat strike.

The fan grabbing his throat tried to make his way out of the corner but Saunders continued to stalk him.

How would you like a seven foot man stalking you?

Not pretty.

Spike grabbed the fan from behind and quickly turning him around to get another right hand. He proceeded to hook the fan.

DOUBLE ARM UNDERHOOK SUPLEX

The impact shook the mat as Spike went for another cover.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!!

The fan kicked out again as Spike knew this had to be J. Leslie Voss. Because a normal fan wouldn’t be able to kick out of these high impact moves. Spike thought to himself for a minute.

“Let’s test that theory.”

Spike pulled the fan to his feet. He hooked the ‘JLV fan’ in a front chancery before lifting him high in the air for what looked like a vertical suplex. Spike held the suplex to try to get all the blood to rush to the fan’s head before releasing him. But the fan had other ideas as he started to knee Saunders in the head several times to try and break the move. Spike’s grip of the hold was finally broken as the fan dropped down reversing the move into an inside cradle. The ref was out of position as he raced around to count the pinfall.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!!

This time Spike kicked out as the fan looked at the ref. He was obviously upset that the ref didn’t get down for the count fast enough. The ‘JLV Fan’ was trying to get himself back into this match as he got to his feet and drove a big boot into the side of Spike’s head. The fan waited as Spike was slowly making his way to one knee. The fan raced across the ring and bounced off the ropes.

SHINING WIZARD TO SPIKE’S HEAD!!!

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?

That came from out of no where, shocking everyone in attendance. People looked around starting to second guess was this really JLV. I am sure Spike was also second guessing if he could see straight right now. The ‘JLV Fan’ picked up Spike.

CHA-CHING~! – INVERTED ATOMIC DROP

The fan continued with a thrust kick to Spike’s chest sending him down to the mat. The fans in attendance started to jeer as the ‘JLV fan’ made his way to the top rope. He leapt off the ropes and nailed Spike with a guillotine leg drop. He quickly hooked Spike’s leg for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE---- KICKOUT!!

Spike barely got his shoulder up from off the canvas. The ‘JLV Fan’ was back on his feet as he drove his fist into Spike’s head.

ODE TO MONEY BAGS FIST DROP!!

The ‘JLV fan’ was now in total control and he knew it. He had the giant on his heels and all he needed to do was finish him off. The fan reached down to pick Spike up off the mat as he was serenaded by the audience.

J-L-V FAN SUCKS!!

J-L-V FAN SUCKS!!

J-L-V FAN SUCKS!!

J-L-V FAN SUCKS!!

J-L-V FAN SUCKS!!

J-L-V FAN SUCKS!!

He reveled in the moment for a second before dragging the big man to the corner. The ‘JLV Fan’ nailed Spike with a knife edge chop that would make Ric Flair proud.

KNIFE EDGE CHOP
Fans: WHOOO!!

KNIFE EDGE CHOP
Fans: WHOOO!!

KNIFE EDGE CHOP
Fans: WHOOO!!

KNIFE EDGE CHOP
Fans: WHOOO!!

Spike’s chest was beat red as the ‘JLV Fan’ nailed him with a right hand for good measures. The ‘JLV Fan’ tried to lift Spike onto the top ropes but the giant was fighting him off with clubbing blows to the back of the head. Saunders finally was able to push the fan away. The fan quickly came back into the corner after Spike was nailed.

BIG BOOT BY SPIKE

That sent the fan to the mat. This gave Spike some time to gather himself. The fan held his jaw as he rolled around on the mat. Saunders grabbed the fan by the mask and whipped him into the ropes. He caught the fan on the rebound and drove him to the mat with a vicious sidewalk slam. Spike seemed to get a second wind as he sprung to his feet.

Spike grabbed the ‘JLV Fan’ by the head.

“I know it’s you under that mask Voss. I am about to prove to the world how much of a coward you are.”

Spike hooked the fan and rove him to the mat once more with a jumping DDT. Spike hooked the leg for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR--- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

The ‘JLV Fan’ kicked out once more which infuriated Spike Saunders. The former world champion grabbed the fan and shoved him into the corner. He then proceeded to lift the fan up and place him on the top rope.

The fan tried to punch his way out but to no avail as Spike connected with a big uppercut that staggered the ‘JLV fan’.

Spike made his way onto the second rope. He hooked the fan and both men came crashing down to the mat. Spike just nailed the fan with a big time superplex as both men lay in the ring.

Spike was the first one to move as he draped an arm over the fan’s chest.

ONE…

TWO…

TH--- KICKOUT AGAIN!!

Spike shook his head as he knew he needed to put the fan away for good. The former world champion made his way to his feet dragging the ‘JLV Fan’ with him. He picked the fan high in the air looking for SPIKED! but the fan broke free from the hold as he fell to the mat. He kicked Spike in the gut before hooking him and taking him down with a Russian Legsweep. The fan gathered himself in the corner waiting for Spike to get to his feet.

You could hear him yelling.

“COME ON GET UP”

The fans in the arena continued to make noise as Spike finally got to his feet. He turned around as the ‘JLV Fan’ came rushing at him.

NEW AND IMPROVED FORMULA!!!

DUCKED BY SPIKE

The fan turned around as Spike grabbed him and lifted him high in the air again looking for SPIKED!. But again the fan managed to escape by raking Spike’s eye. The fan landed on the mat. He waited for Spike to turn around.

SUPERKICK TO SPIKE’S JAW

WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?

Spike fell to the mat as the fan quickly hooked his leg for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

It was over. The ‘JLV fan’ beat Spike Saunders. But this still doesn’t solve anything as we never found out who the fan really was. The fan looked down at Spike before asking for a microphone. The fans jeered as the ‘JLV Fan’ raised his arms high in the air. He dropped to one knee looking at Spike.

“So this is your hero.” He said as his voice was distorted somehow behind the mask.

“Spike you’re pathetic. You spent months looking for JLV to no avail. See the problem was that he was done with you but you had this personal vendetta and couldn’t let it go.”

The fans continued to jeer.

“He proved his point that you were nothing compared to him. And I just proved you are nothing compared to me. Some may say that I am devout follower of JLV. No that’s not the case, but I do call him friend. I just proved to Boyle and the rest of the nBW locker room that if it was that easy for me to take down the monster Spike Saunders just think what I can and will do to everyone else in the backstage area.”

“Spike wake up you listening.” As the mask man slapped Saunders across the face.

“Let me show you the man that has been behind the mask all this time. I present to you the ‘JLV fan’.”

The man bent down and slowly took the mask off.

He pulled his head up as the fans went into shock to see…

’SUPERSTAR’ VINCE JACOBS

Vince stood in the ring soaking in the chorus of jeers with a smirk on his face.

“All I do is shock the world. Boyle you can thank me later because your ratings just went up courtesy of the ‘Ratings Grabber’ himself, Vince Jacobs.”

Vince looked at Spike who started to move.

“I am sure I will see you soon Spike.” Vince dropped the microphone and slowly made his way out of the ring to the floor. He slowly walked backwards up the ramp looking back at the ring as Spike Saunders finally realized who was under the JLV mask.

Just how will the Colossus retaliate now knowing JLV was never beneath that mask, and knowing Vince Jacobs would be in the Ten to One match with him on at Slam 7? A question to be answered next time, as the nBW logo faded on screen and started to roll the credits.

Winner by Pinfall, The JLV Fan -- Superstar Vince Jacobs

CREDITS

What Happens Next? - Keegan

2 plus 2 equals Six - Jake

The Past Resurfaces - Dusty

Embrace It - Cordero

Matt Haddon Vs Judasbleek - Cordero

Private Shame - Scott

What the Fuck? - Keith

Introduction of EDL - Vendetta

We are all ninjas - Scott

Emo Kevin Vs Creede Bros - Scott

The Last Laugh - Keegan/Keith

From the Office of Boyle - Dusty

Becareful what you wish for - David

Torment Vs Zatch Rollins - Dusty

The Rule of Three - Dusty

The Final Chapter - Keegan

After the Beatdown - Scott

TFZ: Simon Stark Vs Johannes Antonious de Castonovo - Dusty

The. Final. Piece. IV. - K

Oh! It was him! - Dusty

10 to 1 Announcement - Dusty

JLV Fan Vs Spike Saunders - Ed