Just as they die down, he begins to speak...

Shane Hunt - Hello New York Citaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

[The fans burst into another uproar of cheers and screams.]

Shane Hunt - Tonight, marks the beginning of an era. Tonight, marks the beginning of a legacy. But, most importantly, tonight, marks the beginning of nMw v.5 baby!

[The fans let out a few more cheers.]

Shane Hunt - Now, as a lot of you may know, around this exact same time last year, nMw v.4 was the thing to watch. It had great talent, a great staff, but one thing it didn’t have was me, and that’s what caused its downfall. I don’t mean to come off cocky here, but I tend to put asses in the seat. It’s true, and I’m sure all of you here tonight can back me up on that. Now, back onto the subject… Tonight, we have a ton of great matches for you. First, we have Floyd Johnson going head to head with “nMw’s Claim to Fame”, Josh Evans. Then, we have the legendary “Innovator of Excellence”, Joseph Johnson, taking on a certainly unique character, Cheese. That’s about all I’m going to tell you. If you want to know the rest, you’ll just have to stick around and see. Enjoy the show folks!

[Shane’s music hits again, as he drops the mic, climbs out of the ring, heads up the ramp, and waves to the fans, exiting through the black stage curtains.]

Jake Anderson - Yes, ladies, and gentlemen, welcome to the nMw! We are all glad that you could join us on this fine first edition of nMw Anarchy!

Johny Blaze - And what a show we have in store for you tonight. Just as you heard from the man in charge, Shane Hunt, we have a lot of great matches in store for you as we kick off our journey to the Night of Kings where we will crown an nMw World Heavyweight Champion!

Jake Anderson - That's right Blaze, we have four Quarter-Final matches tonight to begin the Night of Kings Tournament!

Jack Lawson vs. Sandy Stevens (World Title Quarter-Final) Gimmick (Single Match)

Jake Anderson - We open our first Anarchy with the quarter finals of the Night of Kings Tournament. Up first, it's Sandy Stevens versus Jack Lawson.

Johnny Blaze - As excited as I am... this is a sham. Can you imagine a woman as World Champion?

Jake Anderson - Well, Blaze, if she wins the tournament she deserves the championship, regardless of sex.

[Sandy comes out right after her theme song 'Life A Fire' plays over the PA system. She enters the stage and bursts out of the curtain in excitement, she jumps at the top of the ramp and points to each side of the arena. Sandy high fives the fans as she makes her way down, once she reaches the stairs she jogs up them and leans backwards against the ropes. She then enters the ring and hops up on each turnbuckle, showing herself to the fans.]

Malori Drake - This match is scheduled for one fall and is a quarter final match to the Night of Kings World Heavyweight Championship Tournament.... Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington... Sandy Stevens!

Johnny Blaze - If she wins the World Championship, I'm leaving nMw. That's all I'm saying.

Jake Anderson - That's very sexist of you, Blaze.

Johnny Blaze - I don't think I have to tell you who I'll be rooting for tonight. Come on Jack Lawson.

["Should've Been A Cowboy" by Toby Keith hits on over the PA System and The Cowboy Jack Lawson enters the arena and heads to the ring.]

Malori Drake - And the opponent, from Austin, Texas; weighing in at 241lbs.; The Cowboy... Jack Lawson!

Johnny Blaze - Ride em cowboy! Bring it home for nMw.

Jake Anderson - You're going to be very controversial tonight, aren't you?

Johnny Blaze - Truthful, Jake, not controversial.

Jake Anderson - Sure.... And there's the bell!

[The bell rings and this match is now underway! Jack Lawson backs up Sandy Stevens into the corner and chokes her out with an elbow to the throat. Jack Lawson brings her out into the middle of the ring and plants her with a forward russian leg sweep. Lawson hooks Sandy Stevens's legs inside his own and grabs Stevens's wrists. Lawson then rocks back onto his back for a bow-and-arrow and switches off to the head for a dragon sleeper. Sandy Stevens bites Jack Lawson's bicep and he lets go. Both competitors get up and it's a go-behind by Jack Lawson, and he nails Sandy Stevens with a kneebreaker. Sandy gets up and takes a falling clothesline from Lawson. Both get up and Jack Lawson attempting a suplex, but it's reversed by Sandy Stevens into a cradle DDT!]

Johnny Blaze - No! Get up Lawson.

Jake Anderson - Nice impact on that one!

[Jack Lawson staggers to his feet and tosses Sandy Stevens over the top rope to the outisde. He follows her out there and it's a belly to back suplex by Jack Lawson laying out Sandy Stevens. Jack Lawson goes to the second rope, but Sandy rolls away and stumbles around the ring. She slides back in and almost gets her head taken off with a clothesline, but she ducks under it and hits a wheel kick.]

Johnny Blaze - Who is this woman?!

Jake Anderson - It's Sandy Stevens, Blaze.

Johnny Blaze - Ok, I don't really care. Get her Jack Lawson!

[Sandy Stevens brings Lawson up and smashes his head into the top buckle a few times for good luck. Stevens leaps up on Lawson and rolls him up into a crucifix. The referee counts... one... two... Jack Lawson easily kicks out. Lawson is up to his feet, as is Sandy Stevens. Stevens tries for a quick Bitter Sweet shin to the face, but Jack lawson catches her with a kick and it's a quick gutwrench powerbomb!]

Johnny Blaze - Yes! Wooooo! Take that Sandy!

Jake Anderson - You're sick.

Johnny Blaze - She's partying with the big boys now!

[Sandy Stevens is out on the mat. Jack Lawson backs away from her, stalking her every move as she slowly, slowly gets up. Lawson runs at her and nails the Cattle Drive! This one is over! Lawson brings a groggy Stevens back up to her feet and takes her into a double underhook and nails her into the mat with the 1, 2, 3, and Fire! Lawson covers her, hooking the leg and the referee counts... one... two... three! Jack Lawson has won the match!]

Malori Drake - And here is your winner, via pinfall... Jack Lawson!

Jake Anderson - I hope you're happy. Either way, I don't think Lawson truly wanted to hurt her. But he'll do anything in his quest to win the World Championship.

Johnny Blaze - Thank God for Lawson! I'm glad that facade is over with.

[Jack Lawson celebrates his victory as nMw Anarchy I heads to commerical...]

Winner: Jack Lawson

[Back from commercial, Sandy Stevens is sitting on a table in the back with an ice pack on the side of her face. She looks a little groggy still after taking a Cattle Drive and a 1, 2, 3, and Fire. As she sits there the nMw General Manager, Ryan Winters, walks up to her.]

Ryan Winters - You know, Sandy, when I let you in the door here at nMw, I expected a lot of things from you. I expected an active competitor, I expected a worthy challenger to the nMw World Championship, I expected someone who could actually put on a show in the ring. So far, all you've done is disappoint me.... Don't talk, Sandy. I expected you to put on quite the performance and you failed me. We can't have that. We can't have wrestlers who fail in the ring on this show, that would give us bad ratings and bad reviews. But I'm willing to put all of that aside if you can satisfy me with another perfomance... a different type of performance... one I'm sure you're much more acclimated to....

[Ryan Winters moves his hand across the side of Sandy's face, removing the ice pack. She grabs his hand and they walk off together....]

Jake Anderson - I don't quite know what that was about, but ladies and genetlemen, we're about to go to an interview conducted earlier today with the 13-time World Heavyweight Champion, Joseph Johnson.

Johnny Blaze - I think Ryan Winters is getting some, but anyway, let's check out the last running nMw World Champion...

[We cut to an interview conducted earlier today by nMw's own, Nicole Adams. Nicole is sitting in one chair with a blue dress on that ends just above the thigh and cuts down low across her breasts, showing off her large cleavage. To her right is Joseph Johnson. Johnson is dressed in blue jeans and a black wife-beater. He has a cold, distracted look to his face. The room is very dark, as only Nicole Adams and Joseph Johnson are visible to us.]

Nicole Adams - Thank you for joining us, ladies and gentlemen. I am here to grant you this exlusive interview with the one and only, Joseph Johnson. Joseph, thank you so much for your time. When nMw v.4 folded roughly one year ago, you were the nMw World Heavyweght Champion. It would only seem fitting that you would want to be involved in the World Championship tournament, but you turned that off down. Could you explain to us why?

Joseph Johnson - I already explained that.

Nicole Adams - Well, would you care to elaborate in greater detail for everyone at home?

Joseph Johnson - No.

Nicole Adams - Oh... ok then. What is your new goal in the nMw?

Joseph Johnson - I explained that already.

Nicole Adams - You're obviously talking about the nMw Tag Team Championhip. But as an individual, what would you like to achieve in nMw?

Joseph Johnson - Honestly, Nicole?

Nicole Adams - Of course.

Joseph Johnson - All I want to achieve is to find a way to shut you the fuck up.

Nicole Adams - Excuse me?

Joseph Johnson - You heard me. You know Koryn left me. You know what I've been going through. Don't sit there and try to play nice with me. I have but one goal now, to unleash has much chaos and anarchy as one could possibly imagine. I have no dreams anymore. I have no ambitions, no hopes, no desires. Taken from me, everything was taken.

Nicole Adams - I'm sorry, I don't know what to say.

Joseph Johnson - Of course you don't. You just a pretty fake blonde with big tits and a hott body. What could you possibly know about anything but sucking a dick? What could any of you know? You, Amber Michaels, Destiny Di Maggio, you're all the same. You're nothing but mindless sluts. You're not the type of girl I wanted in my life. I wanted more, I wanted someone who was a real human being. I couldn't deal with a fake personality like any of yours. This whole world is crumbling at it's infrastructure and it's because we give these jobs away to people like you. People who haven't got a clue what they're doing, but look pretty and can give us all a good fuck. Well fuck you.

Nicole Adams - I'm sorry, Jake, Johnny, back to you....

Joseph Johnson - No fuck that.... I've sat back long enough and watched all of you turn this world from a heaven into a nightmare. A pretty nightmare none the less, one full of bleach, nail polish, and silicone. I've seen you all poison our Earth, sucking it dry at it's very core. Sucking the life out of all of us. Fuck you. You know what I think? I think this world would be better off without you people in it. I think that if you're not hopping on my dick, you don't deserve the air you're breathing anymore. Do you understand me? Can you're artificially unintelligennt mind put these words together or is the puzzle just too obscure for you to handle?

Nicole Adams - I... I think I understand....

Joseph Johnson - Then show me you fucking cunt.

[Nicole Adams stands up and unzips the back of her dress as nMw Anarchy I heads to commercial....]

[Backstage, the camera fixates on Shane Hunt walking down a long corridor in Madison Square Garden. He looks over the run sheet for tonight's show and fills in Jack Lawson's name for advancement to the semi-finals of the Night of Kings tournament. He stops at the door to his office and sees it's open part ways already. He walks into his office and papers are scattered everywhere. His coffee table is upside down, flowers are knocked over, and his desk drawers are pulled out. Shane looks stunned at the wreckage and then out from under his desk a small man crawls out with a piece of paper hanging from his mouth. This man's name: Jeronimo.]

Shane Hunt - Jeronimo! What the hell are you doing?! You ruined my office!

Jeronimo - Me want mamba! Gividame! Me know you hide black mamba!

Shane Hunt - What the hell are you talking about?!

Jeronimo - You stole me black mamba! Me know you did! Me see you bouncing on him earier!

Shane Hunt - I have no idea what you're talking about! Go get ready for your match, this is ridiculous!

Jeronimo - Fine! But you're getting me a black mamba!

Shane Hunt - Beat Mac tonight and we'll see.

Jeronimo - Goodies!

[Jeronimo jumps up for joy and starts humping Shane Hunt's leg. Shane is trying to get him off of his leg, but can't. Shaun Cabalar walks by wearing black jeans and a hoody. He looks at Jeronimo and then at Shane. Shaun shakes his head and walks off. Jeronimo let's go of Shane's leg and runs off like a monkey after Shaun Cabalar.]

aCe vs. Jake Truesdale (World Title Quarter-Final) Gimmick (Single Match)

Jake Anderson - Are you ready for another Quarter-Final match, Blaze?

Johnny Blaze - You're damn right I am. Let's get this show on he road!

Jake Anderson - Who will join Jack Lawson in the Semi-Final round of thhe Night of Kings Tournament?

["Ace of Spades" by Motorhead plays and aCe walks out onto the stage as the lights flicker black and white throughout the arena. He struts down the ramp and rolls into the ring, finally climbing the turnbuckle and holding his hands high above his head.]

Malori Drake - This match is scheduled for one fall and is a quarter final match to the Night of Kings World Heavyweight Championship Tournament.... Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in at 194lbs... The aCe of sPades... aCe!

Johnny Blaze - I'm really liking this aCe guy, he seems dedicated.

Jake Anderson - Deranged seems more like it.

Johnny Blaze - You're just saying that because he gutted little boys and slived girls throats.

["Animal Ive Become" by Three Days Grace pegins to play and the crowd instantly begins to boo some of then know who is coming out others are just booing because everybody else is.Jake Truesdale walks out from the back in a unhappy mood as always and begins to walk down the ramp.He walks slowly up the staris and finnaly climbs into the ring.He soon after climbs on top of the turnbuckle and spreads his arms out as usuall.]

Malori Drake - And the opponent, from New York, New York; weighing in at 240lbs.; Jake Truesdale!

Jake Anderson - This is a guy who has really impressed me, Blaze.

Johnny Blaze - He would impress me a lot more if he paid a little bit more attention. For starters, he went on about Jeronimo and Joseph Johnson being in this tournament.... The fact of the matter is neither of the are!

Jake Anderson - I'm sure it just slipped his mind.

[The bell rings and this match is now underway! Waistlock by Jake Truesdale, reversed into a go-behind by aCe, who takes the opportunity to lock in a dragon sleeper. Jake Truesdale counters with a modified snapmare. Nice technical wrestling sequence, but that comes to an end with a stiff DDT by aCe, which lays out Jake Truesdale. Jake Truesdale shakes the cobwebs loose while aCe punishes him him kicks to the gut. Jake rolls to his feet. aCe sneaks up behind Truesdale and hurls him with a jump-over neckbreaker. aCe gets on top of him and works Truesdale over with a series of body blows.]

Johnny Blaze - There's some real aggression in this match, Jake!

Jake Anderson - Great counter wrestling and some hard hitting impacts.

[aCe brings Truesdale back up to his feet and it's a knee to the gut and aCe plants Jake Truesdale with a northern lights suplex. aCe brings Truesdale back to his feet, but Truesdale fights him off with a right hand followed by an elbow shot. aCe will have none of that and kicks him in the gut, knocking him down on his knees. aCe backs up Jake Truesdale into the corner and chokes him out with a foot to the throat. aCe climbs up to the top. He's caught by Jake Truesdale! aCe rains headbutts and punches on Truesdale. It's gonna be a front layout superplex from aCe on Jake Truesdale, but Truesdale delivers a very stiff shot to the kidneys. Jake Truesdale is now in control on the top rope and... he nails a Reverse Frankensteiner into a pin! The referee counts... one... two... aCe kicks out!]

Johnny Blaze - That was sick!

Jake Anderson - A gorgeous reverse frankensteiner, Blaze!

Johnny Blaze - Somewhere Dr. Frankenstein just rolled over in his grave.

[Truesdale brings aCe back up to his feet and hoists him up into a backbreaker, but aCe wiggles free a little and spins it into a tornado DDT!]

Johnny Blaze - Great counter!

Jake Anderson - And now they're both down.

Johnny Blaze - Who cares?! Did you see that?!

[Both men stagger to their feet, a little daze, but aCe jumps on the offence. Jake Truesdale gets nailed by a short-arm clothesline by aCe.Truesdale staggers up and it's a bulldog followed by a leg grapevine from aCe. Jake Truesdale quickly makes it to the ropes. aCe pulls him back into the middle of the ring and once again is using the leg scissors to wear down Jake Truesdale. Truesdale is caught in the middle of the ring with no escape. He can't reach the ropes, but finally counters with a simple punch to the face. Simple, but effective. Truesdale is rubbing his knee to et feeling back into it, but aCe delivers a quick right hand. Truesdale staggers to his feet as he gets hit with rights and left from aCe. aCe throws another punch, caught by Jake Truesdale and turned into an armwringer and continued into a hammerlock...and Jake Truesdale slams aCe down on his arm.]

Jake Anderson - Great submission wrestling here, and a good move from Jake Truesdale.

Johnny Blaze - I hate submission wrestling.

[aCe is back up now and Jake Truesdale takes him down with a powerslam! Jake Truesdale watches aCe as he starts to get up and... Fame Asser! Truesdale covers aCe and the referee counts... one... two... aCe kicks out!]

Jake Anderson - Fame Asser gets the two count.

Johnny Blaze - Now that's more like it.

[Jake Truesdale brings aCe to his feet and fireman carries him down to the ground. aCe uses the ropes to get up and takes a knee to the gut. Jake Truesdale nails him with a double underhook backbreaker! He pins him and ther referee counts... one... two... thr.. aCe kicks out in the nick of time!]

Jake Anderson - Wooo, that was close.

Johnny Blaze - Shut up, Flair! This is getting good.

[Truesdale brings aCe to his feet and whips him to the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but it's ducked by aCe, who comes back with a savate kick on Jake Truesdale. Truesdale is a little groggy and it's a Scoop and a slam by aCe! aCe drops a knee on his face. aCe takes a few seconds to catch his breath, allowing Truesdale time to get up. aCe says on the attack though, backing Truesdale into a corner with a running shoulder shot. He's setting Jake Truesdale up on the top now. aCe climbs up with him and jumps off with a huge superplex! Both men are down!]

Jake Anderson - Can you feel it Blaze? This is the epic match we needed!

Johnny Blaze - It can go either way from here, Jake!

[Both men use the ropes to get up and meet in the middle of the ring with right hands. aCe ducks under a right, hits a left and then plants Jake Truesdale with a faceslam. aCe grabs hold of Truesdale's arm and rolls into an armbar. Truesdale fights and claws to get to the ropes, but finally uses a more conventional counter... a right hand to aCe's face and the hold is broken! Both men stagger to their feet and Truesdale nails a superkick!]

Jake Anderson - aCe is down! What a kick!

Johnny Blaze - That could be the turning point!

[Jake Truesdale goes to the top rope. He's waiting for aCe to get up so he can hit The Halo! aCe pulls himself up and then spins into the middle of the ring as Truesdale jumps off the top rope and hits The Halo... no! aCe with a kick to the gut as Trueesdale lands. Truesdale falters to his knees and aCe brings him into a powerbomb and hits The Royal Flush! Wait! Truesdale counters as aCe picks him up and lands on his feet and out of no where hits The Chaos Theory! Truesdale covers him and the referee counts it down... one... two... three! Jake Truesdale wins the match!]

Malori Drake - And here is your winner, via pinfall... Jake Truesdale!

Jake Anderson - What a match! Jake Truedale advances to the semi-finals!

Johnny Blaze - Poor aCe, maybe he should have picked on someone his own size, like the gutting of litle boys and the slicing of little girls throats.

[aCe is still down on the mat as Jake Truesdale climbs to the top rope and celebrates with the fans. He drops out of the ring and heads up the ramp as nMw Anarchy I heads backstage....]

Winner: Jake Truesdale

“Why are you even here?”

“Where are you even here? I could ask you the same question”

[The scene shows up as Osh and Charlie Schmidt are talking to each other.]

Charlie Schmidt – Well I actually have some work to do around here, you know keeping the place clean, unlike yourself, your not even on the card.

Osh Vaughan – Seriously, I even checked this up with Sean Hunt, he has no idea who you are, nor is he looking for any cleaners for this place!

Charlie Schmidt – Shut up!

Osh Vaughan – No seriously, you need to get that through your mind, you need to leave me alone!

Charlie Schmidt – You? Your so obsessed with yourself that you think you’re the only person round here I talk to!

Osh Vaughan – You probably are…name some one else around here you talk to, apart from Waddle and Adam!

Charlie Schmidt – Well Erm…there’s Tommy

Osh Vaughan – Tommy?

Charlie Schmidt – Yeah were good mates, yeah… But stop trying to change this around on me, what you up to?

Osh Vaughan – I’m just here to scout out the competition get that big match day feeling back as I look on, fair enough I may not be on the card but I am looking on at what the other wrestlers are bringing to the ring and get that little insight into how things work around here. Next week when I debut, I will be ready

Charlie Schmidt – To mess up?

Osh Vaughan – Honestly, get lost, go talk to Tommy or someone

Charlie Schmidt – Tommy?

Osh Vaughan – Yeah your ‘mate’

Charlie Scmidt – Oh .. .ahh yeah.. Tommy, yeah I’m off to see him now!

[Charlie walks off leaving Osh in his locker-room.]

[No Mercy Wrestling cameras take us backstage where we find Niky Dangerous and Jordan Albrecht in the parking garage. Niky is wearing a pair of white Globe shoes, denim skin tight jeans, a black belt with silver buckle, and a black and red swimsuit top. He ink is exposed all over her body and she is holding a video camera while standing on the hood of a parked Buick.]

Jake Anderson - Who is she?

Johnny Blaze - Not sure, but I'd love to meet her.

[She holds the camera steady and rolling wheels can be heard in the distance. Jordan Albrecht flies into the picture, executing a 180 impossible and then landing perfectly on the pavement. He rolls forward after landing his trick before turning around and approaching Niky.]

Niky - Nice work. That was the tits.

Jordan Albrecht - Ya, it's your turn.

[Niky drops on to the hood and remains seated.]

Niky - So what are we doing here exactly? Is it a good spot to be? Is it safe?

Jordan Albrecht - I always know about the safe places. Not a cop or security guard for miles. This parking garage is golden.

[Jordan walks away and the cameras follow him as he begins setting up obstacles. A wooden crate, an old shopping cart, and a rolling chair are taken from around a nearby dumpster and lined up in a row. Jordan places the wooden crate farthest away and then walks to the opposite end of the garage.]

Niky - Tell me when you're ready!

[Niky holds the camera at eye level once again.]

Jordan Albrecht - GO!

[Jordan pedals forward to pick up speed. He approaches the rolling chair and does a 360 ollie over the chair. He lands, continues forward and then leaps over the shopping cart. The back wheel snags the cart and Jordan flies into the air. The board flies backward and we hear shattering glass as Jordan's body bounces off the pavement like a beach ball in the sand. He tumbles a few feet before making a complete stop. Niky meets him as he makes it to his feet.]

Jordan Albrecht - What'd I break?

Voice - WHAT THE FUCK?!

[Jordan and Niky see Shane Hunt exiting the vehicle with the broken window.]

Jordan & Niky(simultaneously) - RUN!

[Jordan and Niky run away and the scene fades black.]

Floyd Johnson vs. Josh Evans (World Title Quarter-Final) Gimmick (Single Match)

Jake Anderson - Up next, ladies and gentlemen, is a bout between two not so favorites of the crowd.

Johnny Blaze - This is my kind of match! There's no one for everyone else to cheer for, but no one for me to cheer against!

Jake Anderson - Yes, I think we all know where your heart llies by now, Blaze.

[“Ignorance” by Paramore blares out as John Lloyd appears from behind the curtain. He walks across the stage and down the ramp ignoring the fans. Climbing the apron John walks along it before climbing the second turnbuckle from the outside. He then raises his arms as the fans boo. John Lloyd then jumps over the top rope as he waits for his opponent.]

Malori Drake - This match is scheduled for one fall and is another quarter final match to the Night of Kings World Heavyweight Championship Tournament.... Introducing first, from New York, New York and weighing in at 222lbs.... Floyd Johnson!

Johnny Blaze - I think Floyd Johnson has a bright future in the nMw, Jake.

Jake Anderson - I'm sure you do.

Johnny Blaze - Yeah, I do, but this next guy... as much as I like him I just have to wonder a little about him sometimes. He reminds me of Shawn Payne, seeing as how he has the ability to stand in moonlight during a monsoon.

Jake Anderson - That sure was odd.

[Josh Evans strolls down to the ring to the beat of "Good Girls God Bad" by Cobra Starship, as he awaits the start of the match.]

Malori Drake - And the opponent, from Santa Maria, California; weighing in at 245lbs.; Josh Evans!

Jake Anderson - Two big egos about to collide!

Johnny Blaze - I'm loving it.

Jake Anderson - I'm loving this whole night, Blaze.

[The match is under way as Floryd Johnson takes Josh Evans down with a drop toehold. Floyd grabs Evans's legs and quickly locks in a boston crab, leaning back for a bit more pressure. Realizing it's most likely too early to garner a submission, FLoyd releases the hold after doing a little damage. Evans rolls back up to his feet, holding his back as he does. Floyd catches him quickly and hits a snap suplex. Evans gets up quickly, still holding his back and ducks unde a clothesline attempt by Floyd Johnson, reversed to a crucifix... and Josh Evans floats over and drops him with a DDT!]

Johnny Blaze - This is perfect!

Jake Anderson - Nice reversal into the DDT by Evans.

[Josh Evans grabs Floyd by the head and locks in a sleeper. He grinds his forearm across Floy'd throat, but keeps turning the hold so the referee can't see. After a while, the referee catches him and forces Evans to let go. Evans mounts Floyd and connects with a few right hands before the referee pulls him off. Josh Evans gets in the refere's face, allowing Floyd time to recover. Once Evans finally gets off the referee, he walks into a sick headshot dropkick from Floyd Johnson!]

Johnny Blaze - Hot shot!

Jake Anderson - Josh Evans afforded Floyd Johnson time to recover and Floyd took advantage.

Johnny Blaze - Hot shot!

[Flyod Johsnon brings Evans to his feet and follows up a vicious whip to the turnbuckles with an equally vicious clothesline. Evans slumps down on the mat and Floyd steps down on him with a boot choke. The referee is in hell tonight as he backs Floyd off of Josh Evans. Floyd grabs Josh Evans's arm and locks in a deathlock, he then falls back, trying to snap Evans arm! Evans rolls around in pain as Floyd Johnson continues to stomp at his arm! Floyd Johnson slowly backs up to the ropes, bouncing off and dropping his knee over Josh Evans's arm! He backs up again and runs at Josh, but Josh Evans catches with a big backbodydrop on the way back!]

Johnny Blaze - Went to the well one too many times!

Jake Anderson - He sure did, Blaze. Floyd Johnson had it scouted.

Johnny Blaze - You can't get anything over on an nMw wrestler... well... maybe Jeronimo.

[Both wrestlers are down, but eventually climb to their feet. Josh Evans tries to take the offensive with a hard kick, but Floyd dodges it and takes him down. He proceeds to lock in a legscissors, but Josh Evans escapes quickly. Both wrestlers move to their feet, slowly, and out of no where Evans comes to life and hits the Rebelism!]

Jake Anderson - Rebelism! A Gory neckbreaker and if Evans makes the pin this match is over!

Johnny Blaze - But he can't follow up!

[By the time Josh Evans can make the cover, it's too late and Floyd Johnson is stirring. Floyd uses the ropes to pull himself up and Evans quickly jumps on him with a front facelock into a leaping DDT! Evans makes the cover... one... two... Floyd Johnson kicks out!]

Jake Anderson - I'm very impressed with Floyd Johnson's resiliency.

Johnny Blaze - Me too, Jake, especially after taking that Rebelism earlier.

[Josh Evans brings Floyd Johnson to his feet and hits a right forearm shot and then backs him up against the ropes. He whips Floyd across the ring and connects with a spinning heel kick as he comes back. The impact of the kick sends Floyd rolling across the amt and into the ropes where he quickly staggers up to his feet. Evans catches him with a waistlock and hits a german suplex! He keeps hold of Floyd and brings him to his feet. He attempts another german suplex, but Floyd blocks it and rolls Evans up. The referee counts one... two... thr.. Josh Evans barely I mean barely gets out in time!]

Jake Anderson - He nearly had him! Caught him with that pinfall attempt out of no where!

Johnny Blaze - He sure did, it was a beautiful roll-up.

[Both wrestlers roll to their feet, standing still on opposite sides of the ring. They run at each other and lock-up, Evans wins the lock-up and takes Floyd into a side-headlock, but Floyd counters and pushes Evans to the ropes. Evans bounces off and Floyd takes him into a sleeperhold. Evans scrambles to the turnbuckle and uses it to run up and drop over the back of Floyd Johnson. Evans then takes Floyd into a waistlock and hits a german suplex. He follows it up with one more and then tries to go to that well for a third time, but Floyd Johnson counters in mid air, landing on his feet and then going for the Hook, Line, and Sinker! But Josh Evans counters it at the last second and nails another Rebelism! Josh Evans pins Floyd Johnson and the referee counts... one... two... three! Josh Evans has won the match!]

Malori Drake - And here is your winner, via pinfall... Josh Evans!

Jake Anderson - What an ending!

Johnny Blaze - I thought Evans luck had run out when Floyd countered that german suplex. Once again, trying to do the same move too many times and Floyd Johnson had it scouted, but in the end Josh Evans still prevailed.

["Good Girls Go Bad" - Cobra Starship plays as Josh Evans celebrates his victory by throwing Floyd Johnson out of the ring to the mats below. The referee tries to raises Josh Evans's hand in the air, but Evans will have none of that. Josh Evans drops out of the ring and heads up the ramp, returning to the back.]

Winner: Josh Evans

[Lights go to pitch black as gray lights begin flickering in the arena, suddenly "Dead and Gone" by T.I. blasts throughout the arena as the lights continue flickering. Shaun Cabalar slowly walks out from behind the curtains with a hoody covering his head; he begins walking down the ramp making his way to the ring taunting the crowd around him; Shaun then walks over to the steel steps nearest to him, walks to the middle of the ring apron. He stays still for a few seconds as he looks around he gets into the ring through the middle rope. He goes to a side of the ring where he gets handed a microphone from a worker, before he speaks.]

Shaun Cabalar - Well, well, well... Who would’ve imagined it? Shaun Cabalar back on a wrestling federation. Yeah, I didn’t see it coming either; it caught me by surprise too honestly. But I see that after all this time, not many things have changed, you guys still decide to boo me, yet you cheer for me as well… I wonder if you guys are ever going to make up your mind about me; doesn’t matter though, it’s never affected me before, and it wont start to now either. Suit your selves, I can really careless.

[Shaun pauses for a second, as the crowd begin to boo more than to cheer. Shaun doesn’t look bothered by this whatsoever. He lets them finish their booing before continuing.]

Shaun Cabalar - Anyway, I didn’t come out here to talk about your guys love and hate towards me. No, I have more important things to discuss tonight. First thing that I want to tell you all is something that might make you happy and you should have noticed already; No Mercy Wrestling is back and it seems stronger than ever, we already have the roster full, and we have some familiar places here as well as many new ones. Sure, most of them are worthless, but hell, what can we do? We need to start off with something before it gets stabilized. So that’s the first thing, now, the next news I have for you is, despite of how much you love to watch me and win, or hate me because I don’t lose, I wont be part of this active roster. I have come back, but not to wrestle, I’m done beating little punks around all over the place, that part of me is done. I’ve proved my self more than enough and I don’t need to do it anymore. So that makes you wonder, why am I here then? I’m here in NMW to try and bring out the next star. I don’t have much to work with here, but Ryan Winters hired me because he wanted me to help develop someone to become a big hit. Sure the odds of making a big star from this place are almost possible to none, but I figured, why not? The pay is great, and it will help me to stay around and get a good laugh about how bad wrestling has gotten since all of the greats have left.

[Shaun makes another pause for a minute, then speaks again.]

Shaun Cabalar - So, I’m officially presenting my self to you guys as: NMW’s new Talent Director! This means, I’m going to try or at least pretend to try to give you a new star. I doubt it’ll happen, but seriously, at least you’ll get to see me again every week, great huh? I know you all like it, don’t act like you don’t.! In any case for all of you jobbers backstage, one of you will eventually make it big time with my help, even if you don’t deserve it... I mean you obviously wont really make it big time, but you will have a once in a life time chance to try. I’ll be watching all of you useless sorry excuses for a wrestler to see which one might have at least an ounce of potential. So I recommend all of you go home after tonight, think about this chance, and start attending a wrestling school in the morning... maybe then will I see something worth watching, unlike everything I’ve watched today… So with that said, I hope you guys have an extremely bad night! Really, I hope you all do from the bottom of my very own heart. See you next week.

[The crowd begins to boo Cabalar more than earlier as he drops the microphone and begins walking up the ramp towards the backstage area, NMW camera’s quickly go off to commercial breaks to a last scene of Cabalar taunting the crowd on the ramp.]

Mac vs. Jeronimo (Non-Title Match) Gimmick (Single Match)

Jake Anderson - This is sure to be the strangest match of the night as the Mac noodle takes on the deranged Jeronimo.

Johnny Blaze - This is gonna put a lot of butts in the seat.

Jake Anderson - I'm sure this will be very unorthodoxed, but a classic none the less.

[A Kraft Mac N' Cheese box lowers from the rafters. The box shakes around and then the bottom opens up and Mac falls out of it.]

Malori Drake - This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from The Kraft Factory; weighing in at 175lbs.... he is The Cheesiest... Mac!

Johnny Blaze - Unorthodox? This is basically a handicap match... in the sense that both participants are mentally handicapped.

Jake Anderson - Well, yes, it is true these two guys aren't exactly rocket scientists....

Johnny Blaze - Rocket scientists?! Rocket scientists?! Do they even know which way is up?!

Jake Anderson - You'e cruel.

["The Lion Sleeps Tonight" by The Token hits and a bright spotlight comes across the stage. A video plays showing a man repeatedly having an orgasm on the toilet and then brown leaves fly across the screen. Slowly, Jeronimo rolls out onto the stage in a shopping cart. The cart rolls to a stop atop the stage and someone quickly runs out and pushes it forward and Jeronimo goes careening down the ramp and crashes into the ring. He gets up out of the wreckage and starts to climb into the ring, but he slips and falls, hitting his head on the ring canvas as he does so. He slowly gets up and rolls into the ring. He goes to the far corner and gets on the top rope and starts dancing. He starts to slip and quickly grabs hold of the top rope. he stands back up and points at his head saying "I'm too smart to fall for that one!" He then falls forward onto the steel steps... The referee helps him back into the ring and the match is ready to begin.]

Malori Drake - And his opponent, from Dildo, New Foundland, Canada; weighing in at 150lbs.; The World's Greatest... Jeronimo!

Jake Anderson - Can we still have this match after all that?

Johnny Blaze - That was the worst entrance ever. Seriously, Mac should just pin him now and get this over with. nMw needs a new choreographer.

Jake Anderson - I think we should go to commerical...

[Jeronimo is limping around the ring in pain, but as soon as the bell rings he springs to life and the match is udnerway. Mac and Cheese lock up immediately and Jeronimo latches on with a sambo hold and turns it into a suplex, a sambo suplex. Mac seems largely unaffected and is quickly back to his feet to take a slap from Jeronimo. The two exchange slaps like made men until Jeronimo knees him in the gut, does a hand stand and flings his legs round and round with a spinning capoira kick. Once again, Mac bounces right back up. Jeronimo thinks for a second, and then decides to do a standing shooting star press....]

Johnny Blaze - What the hell was that?

Jake Anderson - Odd move by Jeronimo considering Mac was vertical and well, the move didn't hit....

[The second Jeronimo has missed his standing shooting star, Mac drops an elbow over Jeronimo's head. Jjeronimo is up quickly and the slapping continues. Mac finally hits the knock-out slap and then clotheslines Jeronimo inside out, but Jeronimo is right back up. Mac takes Jeronimo into a front face lock and then nails a vertical suplex. Jeronimo is "heeheeing" as he jumps up to his feet and then Jeronimo takes him into a go behind waistlock and nails a german suplex. Once again, Jeronimo gets up as if nothing happened.]

Johnny Blaze - Neither one of these guys should work in retail! They can't sell to save their lives!

Jake Anderson - The guys backstage will be in your ear any second with language like that! They can't sell to save their lives!

Johnny Blaze - I'm just saying they can't sell!

[Mac grabs Jeronimo and takes him into a reverse piledriver and drives Jeronimo head first into the mat! Jeronimo is right back up and bulldogs Mac to the canvas. Mac comes back right up and takes a snapmare into a dropkick to the back of the head from Jeronimo. Jeronimo grabs Mac and starts biting him.]

Johnny Blaze - Damn it Jeronimo! He's not really a mac noodle!

Jake Anderson - This is some great entertainment.

Johnny Blaze - What match are you watching?

[Realizing he's not really a noodle, Jeronimo stops biting Mac and whips him into the turnbuckle. He knees Mac in the face and then its the bronco buster! He humps Mac's face and then dropkicks Mac in the face! After that kick, you would expect Mac to be out, but no he's right back on his feet. Mac takes the offensive now, bringing Jeronimo into a front facelock and then hoisting him up to slam him down with a brainbuster!]

Jake Anderson - Jeronimo's brain just got busted and scrambled!

Johnny Blaze - He never had one to begin with!

[Jeronimo is right back up and Mac gives him a quick fireman's carry. Jeronimo is back up and gives Mac a snap suplex. Mac is up right away and gives Jeronimo a powerslam. Now Jeronimo gets up and gives Mac a diving reverse DDT. Right back up comes Mac and he hits a pulling piledriver. Again, Jeronimo gets up and gives Mac a complete shot. Now Mac gets up and it's a rib breaker to Jeronimo. Jeronimo is up again and gives Mac a hurricanrana. Mac gets up quickly and gives Jeronimo a snap powerbomb.]

Jake Anderson - I... I... I... I don't even know what to say!

Johnny Blaze - I think I just counted nine high impact moves in under two minutes.

[Jeronimo is up quickly and does the berries and creme dance! It's the Starburst Buster as Mac grabs the dancing Jeronimo and gives him the Kraft Mac! Mac pins Jeronimo and it's a... Jeronimo kicks out before the count of one! Mac and Jeronimo are both up quickly and Jeronimo pulls him into a powerbomb position. He lifts Mac up for the powerbomb, but can't hold him and falls backwards with Mac landing on top of him in a pin. The referee quickly counts... one... two... Jeronimo kicks out!]

Jake Anderson - He almost had him!

Johnny Blaze - So a Kraft Mac doesn't even get a one-count, but a simple lateral press almost wins the match?

[Mac and Jeronimo quickly get to their feet and Mac hits the Wet Noodle! Mac pins him... one... Jeronimo kicks out easily! Mac and Jeronimo get up. Jeronimo has his thumb in his mouth and nails a superkick, but in doing so he slips, bites his thumb to the point where it draws blood! It's the 'Oh No, Banana' as Jeronimo starts crying a river! Jeronimo regains his composure and starts rolling over Mac over and over again with the True Flat Liner! He keeps rolling and rolling and rolling. The referee doesn't know what to do, but seeing as how Mac's shoulders are on the mat and Jeronimo is over him, he counts the pin... one... two... three! Jeronimo has won this match, but I don't see how.]

Malori Drake - And here is your winner, via pinfall... Jeronimo!

Jake Anderson - I'm not sure that qualified as a pinfall...

Johnny Blaze - Who cares? That was insanity.

["The Lion Sleeps Tonight" plays as Jeronimo finally realizes he's won. He does the berries and creme dance until nMw quickly, and I mean quickly cuts to commercial....]

Winner: Jeronimo

[nMw cameras come back from commercial breaks. We see NMW interviewer Destiny DiMaggio is standing next to one of the nMw’s newest signings: Brandon Michaels, who is in his locker room getting ready for his match. Michaels is wearing a black tank top and gray sweat pants with white sneakers. He is taping his hands and putting on a right elbow pad. He looks at Destiny who has some questions for him.]

Destiny DiMaggio - Hi Brandon, my name is Destiny. I’m an NMW interviewer and I was wondering if I could just ask you a few quick questions.

Brandon Michaels - How could I say no to someone as beautiful as you? Go right ahead.

Destiny DiMaggio - Thanks.. So let me ask you Brandon, what do you think of No Mercy Wrestling?

Brandon Michaels - Well, I think it’s a real good company that has much future and I honestly can’t wait to get started. I’m very excited actually.

Destiny DiMaggio - So what do you think made you want to come here to nMw?

Brandon Michaels - Well, like I said Destiny, I just think this place is going somewhere, and I really want be part of something that will soon be huge. I want to show my abilities next to the best wrestlers there is, and this seems like the right place to do so, especially since everyone will have the same chance being how it’s new.

Destiny DiMaggio - Yeah, we’re all excited about the start. So what can we expect here from Brandon Michaels?

Brandon Michaels - What can you expect from Brandon Michaels? That’s very simple; you can expect a man who will always give his one hundred percent every night, every match no matter what it is. NMW can expect a man who is looking to prove something and will do anything he can to do so.

Destiny DiMaggio- I can tell you’re very excited about being here. Which brings me to my next question? What are your goals in nMw Brandon?

Brandon Michaels - Well, that’s very easy to answer. My goals are to make a name for my self and become one if not the best. I know it’s going to be hard, but I think I’m up for the challenge that waits.

Destiny DiMaggio - It will definitely be hard, but I think you’ll do great. It all starts tonight for you. Later tonight we will see you take on Casey Bond. Anything you have to say about Casey and your match tonight?

Brandon Michaels - Yeah, I just want to express how upset I am that Casey has suddenly disappeared. No one has seen him since he signed for the federation and it bothers me. Maybe he wants to play some mind games, or maybe he doesn’t feel any pressure coming into this match with me; I don’t know. What I do know is, tonight I have to beat him. I can’t afford to lose, and I will come out the victor, no matter what it takes. I have a good chance at the World Title here and I’m not going to let it just slip away like that.

Destiny DiMaggio - So, be honest. Will you be the next nMw World Champion?

Brandon Michaels - I think it’s a little premature to say that I will become the World Champion, but given the fact that I am in this tournament it definitely one of the possibilities. I’ll try my hardest to accomplish that and become a worthy champion. So let’s hope it happens.

Destiny DiMaggio - I hope that you do accomplish that. But that’s all of my questions for tonight. Thank you, and good luck to you in your match.

Brandon Michaels - No problem. Just one more thing… Casey, I hope you’re ready and you haven’t been wasting your time for this past two weeks. Tonight I’m coming with all I got, and will not take prisoners. You best pump yourself up all you can before the match, because I’m just going to pump you right back down tonight. That’s not an opinion either, it’s fact!

[Cameras focus on Brandon’s face who is full of energy and determination. Destiny walks out of his locker room as the nMw cameras quickly go back off to commercial breaks.]

[Backstage, the camera ventures in to the office of nMw General Manager Ryan Winters. Strung out all over the floor of his office are the clothes of Sandy Stevens. In the distance, the water from Ryan's shower can be heard. The camera moves forward to the shower and suddenly, Ryan Winters breaks the silence.]

Ryan Winters - You call that a performance?! I told you to watch the fucking teeth, but you just couldn't listen now could you?! I expected so much more out of that body of yours, but oh well, you've left me no choice now. You failed your performance in the ring and you failed this one too. I have no room for failures in nMw... you're fired! Get the hell out of my office.

[The shower door opens and Sandy Stevens runs out in a hurry. She covers herself with her arms and runs out of the room stark naked. The camera follows her as she runs down the hall to the delight of much of the nMw locker room, sans Jeronimo. nMw Anarchy fades to commercial as she drops her arms and runs out of the arena into New York City... probably to get raped by some gangstas. More on this as it becomes available....]

Brandon Michaels vs. Casey Bond (World-Title Quarter-Final) Gimmick (Single Match)

Jake Anderson - The nMw would like to thank Sandy Stevens for being here tonight, even if she didn't mentally show up. Anyway, up next is our fourth and final quarter-final match in the Night of Kings Tournament.

Johnny Blaze - That's right, at the conclusion of this match we will have our four semi-finalists.

Jake Anderson - Who will join Jack lawson, Floyd Johnson, and Jake Truesdale?

[Casey Bond comes out exactly like John Cena, but I don't watch wrestling so I don't know how that looks and Casey Bond is too lazy to write it out so why should I? So I'll just say he walks down the ramp and gets in the ring.]

Malori Drake - This match is scheduled for one fall, and is the fourth and final Quarter-Final match in the Night of Kings Tournament. Introducing first, from St. Louis, Missouri; weighing in at 25lbs.... The Hardcore One... Casey Bond!

Johnny Blaze - I predict this to be very one sided.

Jake Anderson - Why's that?

Johnny Blaze - I think Casey Bond forgot he had a match tonight. I never heard from him all week.

Jake Anderson - I can't disagree with you there.

[The house lights dim and the glow from hundreds of little flashbulbs firing gives off a strobe like effect. The fans, their eyes glued to the entrance tunnel, wait in anticipation. As soon as the first beat hits and the sound of the guitar splits the air the fans rise to their feet as the image of Brandon Michaels appears on the NMW-Tron. Michaels quickly walks out from behind the curtains and the crowd pops as he does. Michaels then makes his way down the ramp pointing out into the crowd and nodding at the fans as they stretch their hands towards him.]

Malori Drake - Making his way to the ring; from Dalton, Georgia - weighting in at two hundred and thirty-six pounds ... Brandon ... MICHAELS!!

[Michaels goes up the steel steps and goes under the middle rope into the ring. As he does, he goes up to the turnbuckle and points at some more fans before getting back down and circling the ring waiting for the match to begin.]

Jake Anderson - He's certainly a crowd favorite, that was deafening.

Johnny Blaze - He's a kiss ass.

Jake Anderson - I know you don't mean that.

[Brandon Michaels and Casey Bond circle the ring, trying to see who can get a bigger pop from the crowd. The cheer abruptly for Micahels and then golf clap for Casey Bond. Finally, they lock up. Michaels overpowers Bond and takes him into a deep arm drag. Bond skips up and takes another arm drag followed by a hip toss into a side headlock. Michaels wrenches his head and then let's go. Both wrestlers are vertical once again and they lock up. Bond get's the best of Michaels this time and takes him into a side headlock. Michaels grabs Bond and gives him a back suplex to break the hold.]

Johnny Blaze - This is pretty good so far. I'm stunned.

Jake Anderson - They've all been pretty good so far. Assuming you don't count the Jeronimo/Mac debocle

[Bond is quickly to his feet and takes another deep arm drag int an arm lock from Michaels. Bond pulls his weight through the arm and breaks the hold into an arm wrench on Michaels. Michaels counters with a leg drag and then drops his elbow into Bond's knee. Bond grabs his knee as he rolls up to his feet. Michaels stays on the attack with forearm shots to Bond's back. Bond slips away from Michaels and then executes a toe kick followed by a lukewarm DDT.]

Johnny Blaze - Not a very good DDT at all.

Jake Anderson - I think he's just ticking off Michaels at this point.

Johnny Blaze - You don't wanna do that.

[Michaels quickly gets up via the ropes and takes another toe kick. Bond pulls Michaels into a double arm and tries for a Pedigree but the Gods of wrestling who don't like other people using finishers as common moves must be angry because Michaels overpowers Bond and picks him up and then drives him into the mat with a sitdown spinebuster!]

Johnny Blaze - You could feel that reverberate from here!

Jake Anderson - Thunderous spinebuster from Brandon Michaels.

Johnny Blaze - Mark my words: this match is already over.

[Michaels backs up against the ropes and then drops a leg over Bond's throat. Bond rolls around in agony clutching at his throat as Michaels repeatedly kicks and stomps at him. Bond finally rolls out of the ring to get away from him. Michaels follows to the outside and bashes Bond's face against the ring edge. Bond is in a daze as Michaels hoists him up and delivers a brilliant fall away slam on the outside!]

Jake Anderson - Fall away clam on the hard ring mats!

Johnny Blaze - He's broken him in two!

[Bond is completely out of it now. Michaels drags him to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Michaels slides back in ending the referee's count-out at five. Michaels brings Bond to his feet and irish whips him, but Bond just falls right down. Michaels kicks him in the side of the face and then irish whips him again. Fearing another kick, Bond plays puppet and whips to the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and runs right into a huge powerslam from Brandon Michaels!]

Jake Anderson - Powerslam! It's almost time for The Final Chapter.

Johnny Blaze - The book has already been written. He didn't write the book, but he sure knows the ending!

[Brandon Michaels hypes up the crowd and then pulls Bond back to his feet. He takes him into a front facelock and then hoists him up for a stalling vertical suplex. He circles the ring and then drives him headfirst to the mat with a reverse tombstone piledriver!]

Jake Anderson - The Darkness Falls!

Johnny Blaze - And darkness has just fallen on Casey Bond's nMw career.

[Bond is completely out of it now, but Michaels hoists him back up to his feet. Bond can barely stand so Michaels knocks him back down with a hard elbow to the side of the head. Bond crumbles to the mat. Michaels hypes the crowd one last time and then brings Bond to his feet. He does a go-behind and takes Bond into a backslide but then slams him down in back layout face buster! The Final Chapter! Bond is out cold! Michaels pins him for a... one... two... three! Brandon Michaels has won the match!]

Malori Drake - And here is your winner, via pinfall... Brandon Michaels!

Jake Anderson - That was domination!

Johnny Blaze - That may have been the Final Chapter in his career. We may never see Casey Bond again after that one.

["New Divide" by Linkin Park plays as the referee hoists up Brandon Michaels's hand. He gets on the top turnbuckle, taunting the crowd in celebration before finally leaving the ring. Paramedics rush down the ramp to attend to Casey Bond as Michaels turns up stage, slapping hands with fans on his way up. Michaels stops at the top of the ramp to look out at Casey Bond being strapped to a board. Michaels just shrugs his shoulders and walks backstage. As Casey Bond is wheeled out of the arena and backstage, all the fans can do is serenade him in a chant of "Nananana hey hey goodbye." nMw Anarchy I heads to it's final commerical....]

Winner: Brandon Michaels

[Coming back from commercial, we find Joseph Johnson in his private locker room wrapping tape around his wrists and then testing it by punching the palm of his hand. He has a cold, calculating look to his face as he gets ready for his match, which is due up next. A knock is heard at his locker room door, but he pays no attention to it. The door creaks open and Shaun Cabalar walks in with baggy jeans and a hoody on.]

Shaun Cabalar - Joey man, what's up?

Joseph Johnson - What do you want.

Shaun Cabalar - I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am about Koryn.... There, I said it, my conscience is cleaned....

Joseph Johnson - Koryn left me, I don't want to hear it. You'd think you would be happy about that.

Shaun Cabalar - Hey! Don't give Shaun that! I liked her a lot more than that bitch ex-wife of yours. I just said you should look for sex else where if you aren't getting it from her.

Joseph Johnson - Yeah, that sure seems like it worked now doesn't it.

Shaun Cabalar - I admit. It did not get as I had thought.

Joseph Johnson - Like a snow ball sledding down a mountain it just got worse and worse and it all started with your stupid advice.

Shaun Cabalar - Don't blame Shaun that your bitch isn't here now. I didn't do shit. I just helped you out. You should thank me. Now that Koryn is out of your life you can get all the strange pussy you want.

Joseph Johnson - Why are you in here, Shaun. Haven't you done enough.

Shaun Cabalar - I'm just checking up on you man. We been friends a long time.

Joseph Johnson - Cut the crap!

[Johnson throws his roll of tape at the wall and stands up in front of Shaun. He stares face to face at him until Shaun answers him.]

Shaun Cabalar - Relax! I'm just here to make sure you're in the right frame of mind for this match tonight. The last thing nMw needs is for you to lose your cool out there and put a jobber in the hospital. So you tell me, are you mentally ready for a match tonight?

Joseph Johnson - Get out of my locker room, Shaun.

[Johnson sits back down and hits his fist against his palm again, making sure the tape is tight enough. Shaun, meanwhile, doesn't leave the room yet.]

Joseph Johnson - I told you to get out, Shaun.

Shaun Cabalar - Not until I have your word that you won't try anything stupid tonight. We don't need you taking your anger out on a piece of swiss just cause Koryn ran off to her moms.

Joseph Johnson - You have my fucking word! Is that enough for you?!

Shaun Cabalar - I'm watching you Joey. You lose it out there and I don't know what they're gonna do to you. You better watch youself too.

[Shaun Cabalar leaves the locker room, shutting the door behind him. Johnson stares down at his hands with a growing look of anger. He stands up and then in one quick flurry of motion throws a pot of plants at the door Sshaun just left through. nMw Anarchy I heads to it's last commercial...]

Joseph Johnson vs. Cheese (Non-Title Match) Gimmick (Single Match)

Johnny Blaze - This is the perfect way to end the innaguaral Anarchy, Jake, with a true Hall of Famer and a piece of cheese.

Jake Anderson - Don't dwelve into his craziness, Blaze. Cheese is anyhing but a piece of cheese, he's a human being.

Johnny Blaze - I'm just saying, we've had all these great matches and we have to end on Cheese? Who scheduled this damn card?

Jake Anderson - Cheese might be crazy, but he's a great competitor. I think this is going to be an amazing match.

[A Kraft Mac N' Cheese box lowers from the rafters. The box shakes around and then the bottom opens up and Cheese falls out of it.]

Malori Drake - This match is scheduled for one fall.... Introducing first, weighting in at 63lbs.,Mr. Rotter Man... Cheese!

Johnny Blaze - Did you see that entrance? This guy is nuts!

Jake Anderson - That... was definitely odd. I can't argue with you there.

Johnny Blaze - I wouldn't expect his opponent to take it easy on him just because he's a nutcase either, Joseph Johnson has been an emotional wreck all week. I think he's looking to take it out on Cheese tonight.

[The arena goes dark and green lights start flashing at the entrance stage. 'The Only' by Static X blasts on throughout the arena as the intensity of the flashing lights elevates. Joseph Johnson finally walks out onto the stage as lights of black and green flash around him. Joseph pauses on the stage and the lights stop flashing . A green neon light shines down over him, while a waterfall of pyro forms in a line across the stage directly behind him. Johnson skips his usual taunt for the crowd as green pyrotechnics explode from the stage down the ramp and to ring. Johnson walks down the ramp to the steel steps and then climbs into the ring. Rather than doing his usual pose on the ropes, he stands in the middle of the ring, looking out at the crowd as as a shower of green pyro rains down around the ring, in front of him, behind him, to both sides, even on top of him. The pyro cuts short and the match is about to be underway.]

Malori Drake - And the opponent, from Tampa, Florida; weighing in at 231lbs.; the last reigning nmW World Heavyweight Champion... The Innovator of Excellence... Joseph Johnson!

Johnny Blaze - I've called plenty of Joseph Johnson matches in the past, and I've never seen him look so intense, so angry, so ready to explode.

Jake Anderson - This is a bad omen, Blaze. Like you said, we've called his matches in the past and never has he looked so intense. Why is that a bad omen, you ask? Because he's always been one of the most dominant tacticions without this nenw found intensity. I'm not sure I want to see what happens to Cheese tonight.

Johnny Blaze - I have a feeling Cheese is going to end up moldy. Get it? Mold? Bleu Cheese?

Jake Anderson - Right... I got it.

[Cheese circles Johnson and goes to lock up with him, but Johnson puts him mon his back with a right hand right between the eyes! The referee quickly admonishes Johnson as the crowd gasps in shock.]

Johnny Blaze - My God what a right hand!

Jake Anderson - I've never seen that man start a match off that way before!

[Johnson pushes the referee aside and kicks Cheese in the face! He stomps at him ferociously, driving his foot down on Cheese's chest and shoulders over and over again. Johnson brings Cheese to his feet and takes him back down with another right hand. He gets on top of Cheese and punches him repeatedly in the left temple.]

Johnny Blaze - This is a Joseph Johnson I can look up to!

Jake Anderson - This is not the Joseph Johnson I have come to know and respect, Blaze.

Johnny Blaze - Exactly! That's why I can look up to him.

[The referee starts counting to five and Johnson quickly gets off of Cheese. Johnson gets to his feet and gets in the referee's face. He tells Johnson to back off so he does, only to take Cheese's head off with a thunderous clothesline! Cheese slams down on the mat and Johnson covers him, forcing his elbow into Cheese's face in the process. The referee counts... one... two... Cheese easily kicks out. Johnson looks up at the referee, shaking his head. He then takes Cheese, bringing him to his feet and quickly whipping him shoulder first into the ring post!]

Jake Anderson - Cheese might have a dislocated shoulder after that!

Johnny Blaze - It's ok, he's a piece of cheese, he doesn't have joints anyway.

[Johnson pulls Cheese out of the turnbuckles and applies a waist lock, lifting Cheese up and slamming him pulling release German Suplex! Johnson rolls back to his feet and rakes his foot across Cheese's face. Cheese slowly gets to one knee, trying to get to his feet, he takes another hard right hand to the face! Johnson backs away from him, all the way to the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and runs at Cheese with an attempted toe kick, but Cheese spots it and grabs Johnson, nailing a Powerslam!]

Jake Anderson - Beautiful counter by Cheese!

Johnny Blaze - Wow, even a piece of cheese can get lucky once in a while!

[Johnson quickly stumbles up to his feet and swings a right hand, but Cheese ducks under it and changes the game with a Kraft Cheese! Johnson is down! Cheese is down!]

Jake Anderson - A kick to the gut and bringing him down with a front facelock neckbreaker... The Kraft Cheese!

Johnny Blaze - That was a game changer! This match is back to square one!

[Both men pull themselves up at nearly the same time, but Cheese walks into another stiff right hand and crumbles on the mat. Cheese is seeing cows right now as Johnson brings him back to his feet. Johnson connects with right hand shots, hitting no less than five in a row as the referee tries to restrain him. Cheese stumbles on his feet and falls into Johnson, who catches him and quickly executes a T-Bone Suplex! Johnson thrusts Cheese over his head and slams him into the mat! Johnson hooks the leg on Cheese and the referee counts... one... two... Cheese rolls the shoulder up!]

Jake Anderson - Great resilience by Cheese!

Johnny Blaze - I don't know, I think his game plan is made of Swiss... get it? Full of holes?

[Johnson brings Cheese back to his feet and pulls him in for a Northern Lights Suplex, hitting the move perfectly and then rolling up to his feet, keeping hold of Cheese, and hitting a second one. He rolls his legs again and brins Cheese to his feet for a third one, but Cheese knees Johnson in the face, square in the nose. Johnson takes a second to collect his barring, giving Cheese time to hit a desperate DDT!]

Jake Anderson - Can Cheese take advantage?

Johnny Blaze - Mr. Swiss has no chance, Jake!

[Cheese struggles to his feet, as does Johnson. Cheese looks to swing the momentum and finally does, catching Johnson and giving him a Spinebuster! Cheese falls on top of Johnson and the referee counts... one... two... Johnson kicks out! Cheese is starting to regain his composure and brings Johnson to his feet. He takes Johnson into a front facelock and then hoists him up in the air vertically. He holds him up in the air and then drills him into the mat with a Brainbuster DDT!]

Jake Anderson - Look at the power! Brainbuster DDT by Cheese, excellent move!

Johnny Blaze - How can a little 63lbs. man do such a thing?!

[Cheese is starting to feel it now. He's back on his feet and starts to climb to the top rope. He taunts to the crowd and leaps off with a Diving Elbow Drop! But... Johnson rolls out of the way and Cheese misses!]

Jake Anderson - A little too much show boating!

Johnny Blaze - I told you he was Swiss!

[Johnson is quickly to his feet as Cheese is rolling around on the mat. Johnson backs away into a corner and waits for Cheese to get up. Cheese finally does, with his back turned to Johnson. Cheese turns around and wham! Johnson clobbers him with The Desensitizer!]

Jake Anderson - That could be it! An acrimonious Spear into a damn near perverse Spinebuster! The Desensitizer hit it's mark!

Johnny Blaze - He just tore poor Swiss to shreds!

[Johnson drags Cheese's limp carcass to his feet. He then hoists Cheese up over his shoulder into a Death Valley position. Johnson looks around the crowd and then whips Cheese around into an explosive DDT, jackhammering Cheese face first into the mat with The Jurisdiction! Cheese is out of it, but Johnson isn't about to pin him. He grabs Cheese by the legs and locks in a type of sharpshooter, aptly named The Pandemonium! Pandemonium sets in throughout the arena as the referee quickly calls for the bell, acknowledging the fact that Cheese can no longer defend himself.]

Malori Drake - And here is your winner, via knock-out... Joseph Johnson!

Jake Anderson - The referee has given Johnson the win via knock-out.... But what the hell? Johnson isn't releasing the hold!

Johnny Blaze - He's looking to break him!

[The bell rings time and time again, but Johnson refuses to let go of his Pandemonium hold! The referee tries to get Johnson to let go of the hold, but Johnson shoves him aside. A blare of silence is not heard over the PA System and Cheese's ally, Mac, along with their manager, Mr. Spoon run down to make the save. Mac breaks up The Pandemonium and attacks Johnson. He brings Johnson into a double arm and tries to hit The Wet Noodle, but Johnson overpowers him and sends him over the top rope. In the meantime, Mr. Spoon rolls Cheese out of the ring and then he too tries to attack Johnson.]

Jake Anderson - All hell is breaking loose!

Johnny Blaze - I love it! Look at the little Mr. Spoon!

[Johnson catches Mr. Spoon with a kick to the gut. He brings Mr. Spoon into a double underhook and hoists him up into an inverted stretch buster... The Asphyxiation! Johnson rolls out of the ring and pulls up one of the ring skirts, searching for his patented weapon. Finally, he pulls it out... a sledgehammer wrapped in barbed-wire. He slams it down on the steel steps and then swings it at a nearby Mac, but Mac dodges it and sprints away. Johnson rolls back in the ring and drives it down across Mr. Spoon's chest!]

Jake Anderson - My God! Someone get that thing away from him!

Johnny Blaze - He's gone to far, Jake!

[Referee tries to restrain Johnson, but he swings the deadly hammer at them, missing most of them, but catching one in the back! Jeronimo and Shaun Cabalar run down the ramp and finally put an end to this as the first nmw Anarchy goes off the air....]

Winner: Joseph Johnson