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The video opens up on an old gym with mats on the floor, a sign in the back reading 'DANNYS DUNGEON' as three men stand, looking like they're getting ready for the firing squad, another man, younger looking than all three of the others, walks into view of the camera.

“Do we have to, Danny?” asks the first man.

Hey, you guys wanted some TV exposure, this is the way to get it, now shut up....Johnathan, the floor is yours we hear off camera.

Hello all you future Johnny Chaos fans....my name is Johnny Chaos and to put it quite bluntly, I am better than you, especially if you happen to be some lumbering wannabe punk rock poser a*****e named Matt Shanahan. says Johnny as he starts taping his hands.

Now Matt, I know what you're thinking.....”Okay, the guys got the body of an Adonis, the razor-sharp tongue of a young Bill Hicks.....but how can I come up with a strategy against someone who I've never even seen in the ring before?” says Johnny as he bites the end of the tape off and flexes his fingers a few times.

Well, I figured I should give you a break.....since from what I've seen of you backstage, God hasn't seen fit to give you a whole lot of those lately.....here's a tip buddy, orthodontists can work wonders.....I'm gonna give you a glimpse of what I can do in the ring......not like it'll help much, but I at least want you to have something RESEMBLING a fighting chance... Don't want my first big match to last only a minute. So these three new students of my esteemed manager Danny Daemon have volunteered their services as punching ba.......as training partners..................you there...in the blue, please come at me. says Johnny.

The man in blue trunks looks hesitant before finally running at Johnny, trying to attack him, but Johnny quickly hooks his arm and sinks him into a beautifully fluid arm drag, keeping his arm locked in an arm wrench, in his kneeled position he puts his right foot on his chin and presses his left knee hard into his spine, adding to the leverage he has on his arm while also putting an intense strain on his neck and back......it doesn't take long for him to tap. Johnny stands back up, having not broken a sweat and motions for the second man.

You, come here and try and shoot on me says Johnny to the man.....he's hesitant after seeing what happened to the last attacker, but goes for it anyway. He shoots for one of Johnnys legs, but Johnny underhooks his arms to keep him from reaching his leg. The man struggles but Johnny silences him with two swift elbows to the back of the head before he rehooks his arm and executes a simply gorgeous double underhook suplex. He then stands and then locks the man in a single-leg boston crab like it was an everyday occurrence....like picking up mail or eating lunch. He presses his knee into the mans back and bends him into such an extreme arc that your surprised you dont hear a pop......he taps the ground like a madman.

When Johnny releases the hold, the third man is charging at him but he just runs right into Johnnys open palm as the young man cries out “OH ********, MY FACE!”. He drops to the ground but Johnny picks him right back up, drapes the mans arm over his shoulder, then hits an impressive moonsault uranage, following it up with a rear naked choke.....after a moment, Danny finally comes in and stops Johnny as the man has clearly passed out. Johnny gets up and raises his hand in victory before looking at the camera....he isn't out of breath or anything.

The NLS had better prepare itself......I'm not gonna stop til every one of its so-called superstars has tapped out at my hands.... and Mark Shanahan.....consider it an honor that you're gonna get to be the first......I am The Smartass Submission Machine

I am The Anarchistic Ideal

I.

Am.

Chaos.

The camera fades as several EMT's come in to help the three men Johnny destroyed.....

Promo Title: The Punk... Is back...

The following is the description of a short video that was posted on the NLS website today by a mysterious user. No one has taken credit for the video as of this post

Black screen, this is all you see for exactly 12 seconds, just long enough for the impatient people to quit watching and just short enough for the real fans to still care. Suddenly the blackness is replaced with a single shot of a flame burning. At the 18 second mark the flame grows brighter and brighter until the wall behind it is illuminated by it's enticing glow. At exactly 22 seconds it becomes clear to the watcher why the flame has appeared to get brighter. The wall behind it has indeed caught on fire and slowly the flame is spreading up the wall, engulfing it. This continues until the wall simply crumbles in front of your eyes and a single silhouette is seen standing behind the flame. Who it is is never reveled as the feed cuts off at 32 seconds and a simple date is shown in silver letters and on a black background. April 22

speculation surrounds this video and the NLS forums are a blaze with chatter over who this person is. Unless someone comes forward one can only assume it is left to the public to speculate and talk until April 22.

A camera opens up to a view of two pairs of feet. One had sharp, polished black cowboy boots, and the others was bigger, dirty and worn down pair of work boots. Slowly the camera began to make it's way up, to reveal two firmilar faces. One of Michael Militia, and the other, the monster, John Roads. John just stood their stareing into the camera as Michael rubbed his hands together with a look of anticipation on his face as he stares off to the side. But then Michael jolts from noticing the camera on his face. He looks to it with a smile.

"I better you wondering who we are. Your probably sitting their on your fat, slobby asses wondering why should I care. Well that's what I'm here for... My name is Michael Militia, and this monster of a man standing next to me is none other then, the Enforcer, John Roads."

Michael said patting John on the shoulders as he continues to look into the camera.

"So let me get down business. I have a match with Cody Bogard. Now I don't care, nor would I like to care who you are. cause I got bigger and better plans after are match. So I'm gonna do what I do best. I'm gonna go down to that ring, and beat you up, then knock you down. And when I plant you with the Militia Driver, I'm gonna get that pin and advance in the tournament. So come April 22nd, at Genesis. I'm going to show... no... remorse..."

The camera faded as Michael stared into the camera, nodding his head.

The camera opens up backstage, Hunter Sullivan is in view. He seems calm as he takes back a glass of unknown transparent liquid. He most obviously has noticed the Interviewer and his camera man, but has chosen to ignore them until finished with his beverage. The Interviewer seems ready to but in and ask a question but is cut off as Sullivan wipes his lips clean and cuts in. “Did you think they got the point?” Sullivan questioned not exactly expressing the object or situation related to his question. The interviewer had a reason to be confused as he retorts with a follow up question. “Excuse me?” “The change kind sir, the change.” Hunter seemingly already knew that he would have to explain himself. The Man stood not sure how to answer his question, not normally placed in such a situation.

After a few sounds, that seemed to be failed attempts at starting his answer, Sullivan returned with another question. “Did you like how I dropped him on his neck Or, perhaps how I drove my knee so elegantly into his nose? How gory, yet, beautiful it must have looked. What did you think of it?”
The man struggled to return with a suitable answer, fear of displeasing him was on top concern.
“Well, I’m sure it really hurt him, and it was very brutal and decisive. You seem to have shown superiority over him.” “Is that so?” Hunter seemed intrigued with his answer, but questioned him no more, making a movement to leave.

“Uh, Hunter. Would you mind if we asked you a few questions.” The man attempted to keep around Sullivan and get his job done. No questions, no video, no money. “I can spare a few moments.” The satisfactory reply brought the Interviewer back into composure, bringing a smile, which soon morphed into a serious intelligent manner. “Do you think that your next opponent, Figgy, will be of significant challenge?” Sullivan didn’t seem like he needed to think long on his reply, perhaps he had already ran the question through his head on his own time. “Figgy has beaten me before, made me submit no less. It brought me down, I felt, inferior, unworthy perhaps, yet, hopeful. I moved on and bettered myself as I have already expressed, and proven. This next match is for the people who merely believe in luck, or feel I have not yet proven my worth in change. Figgy, no longer brings me to a depression upon hearing his name, nor a feel of rage. I don’t feel happy for a challenge either. I merely feel apathetic. He is only one man, one in which I feel must be eliminated in order to ascend to the top. This following week, I will eliminate him, quick, painful, and decisive. Just as I defeated Shadow.”

The reply was lengthy, but explanatory. Sullivan was expressing a feeling or, intelligence, that indeed show change in his domineer. Quickly wanting to challenge this idea, the interviewer wanted to toss something a little past related, and challenging at him. “You have always had in fixations with title belts, because, I would assume your lack there of. Some people believe that this has actually pushed you to change, in an almost calming psychopathic manner. How do you feel about that claim?” He backed up slightly wanting to see Hunters reaction to the question. Things seemed odd at first as Sullivan looked up, gleaming with a small smile, perhaps thinking over the possibility of it being true. “That my friend would be a possibility, one I never thought about before your question. Congratulations. I’ve always been effected by the fact the fruits of my labor have been, less then delicious. However, that’s not the aspect of your question that intrigues me. Insane like way huh. It’s interesting that you would use such a word choice.” “Really?” Replied the interviewer, feeling proud in his question, as well as interested in where Sullivan was going with this.
“Do you know what the PCL-R is? Its Psychopathy checklist revisited. A checklist invented by one Dr. Robert D. Hare. A great man I must say, great work for the crime prevention of abducted children and the like. But that’s not what I want to focus on, this checklist. From memory allow me to go down through a few traits shall we. Superficial charm, which means to act, kind, and nice to people, people like you. People who get under my skin, and annoy, and twist, and ask, people WHO MAKE ME SICK! The kindness is only to delude them to the point where they would trust said person. Do you trust me? Hmm, let us continue then. There are such factors like a great sense of self worth, as well as pathological lying. Now that wouldn’t sound anything like me would it? Perhaps Lack of guilt or remorse? Does it LOOK like I care about what I did to Shadow, did it seem I cared for his health? Relating to that idea, do I have a failure to take responsibility for my actions? AM I CALLOUS?! SHALLOW?! Am I….. cunning and manipulative? Sure the word Insanity would imply so many things. If you believe such an accusation, then believe it… if you don’t, then don’t. But it seems I’m a little out of time, and I have a few things to think over. So if you would I’ll be leavening now.”

With that Hunter looked off screen and began to calmly walk away, leaving the interviewer shocked and knocked back with the strong harsh statement he left him with.