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“The first ever National League of Superstars contest is for one fall! It is the first round of the knockout tournament where the contestants are looking to be crowned NLS Champion and receive the Universal Heavyweight Championship! Introducing the first contestant, weighing in at 205lbs and hailing from your very own England, it’s Sparco!”

The opening riff plays as the lights do a complete blackout and sudden white flashes fill the arena. The white light gets more and more intense, until the arena is filled with white and black flashes. As the vocals begin Sparco runs out from behind the curtain turning and kicking backwards and throwing punches at the air. He slowly makes his way down the aisle in a similar fashion before sliding under the bottom rope. The lights black out once more and Sparco run’s to one of the turnbuckles and poses before the lights flash again then fade back to normal lighting. He is wearing black wrestling tights and boots, with an unzipped dark hoodie – his name embroidered on the back in silver letters.

Ian: Impressive entrance by the innovative Sparco! We can’t wait to him show us what he’s got in ring!
Janus: More like what he hasn’t got! I tell you, the kid’s about to be crushed by a seven foot monster!

“And, introducing his opponent, standing at a might seven foot, he is one half of The Rejects, he is Viral!”

The opening guitar riff of 'Iron Fist’ fills the arena as Viral walks out with a six pack of beer. Viral punctures the side of a beer can with his teeth and sucks out the contents. Viral runs to the ring and climbs up on the apron, he steps over the top rope. Sparco unfazed by this show of strength and walks right up to the behemoth and stares him straight in the eye from under his raised hood. Viral lets out a booming laugh and pushes Sparco, who stumbles but returns the push to much less affect. The voice of Motorhead’s vocalist quickly fades out as the bell calls out from ringside.

DING! DING! DING!

Viral pushes Sparco again, even harder this time and the smaller man has to back-pedal quickly in order to stop himself falling over. He steadies himself, and then runs at the huge Viral who with a quick accurate hand, grabs Sparco’s hood and yanks down – slamming Sparco into the mat. He rolls up from the mat quickly and steps back. Brushing his hair to the side, he approaches Viral with more precaution this time and raises both hands high, fingers out stretched – offering a test of strength. Viral quickly accepts, and quickly beats Sparco driving him back into a turnbuckle. As referee Jon Nite calls for the release, Viral delivers a huge open palm slap to the chest of Sparco who promptly buckles to the ground. With Sparco lying on his front, Viral takes the opportunity to simply stand on Sparco’s back driving his massive boot into the lower back. Jon Nite again has to stop the massive Viral who agrees and stands back. Sparco gets up of the mat quickly and now looks at Viral with almost a sense of fear in his eyes. He quickly unzips his top and throws it over the top rope, finally in his proper attire to wrestle. He runs at Viral again, and this time the massive man tries to lift his giant boot into the face of Sparco but he quickly ducks below the foot and keeps running to the outside of the man, grabbing Viral’s neck and dropping in a harsh neckbreaker. Sparco jumps to his feet and bounces of the near ropes and Viral gets up swiftly too, but not quickly enough as Sparco connect a low dropkick to Viral’s knees, knocking him straight back the mat. Sparco now goes to work on the man – aiming to keep him floored. He wraps his legs around Viral’s thick neck locking him in a head scissors.

Ian: Sparco is squeezing the life out of him!
Janus: Give Viral two seconds, and he’ll power out of that hold! Sparco’s legs are like twigs!

And Viral does start to power out of the hold, prying Sparco’s tight legs from his neck with huge hands. The gap begins to open up, but Sparco cleverly manages to stop the counter by ruthlessly clubbing Viral over the head with stiff forearms. Referee Jon Nite begins to check on Viral but there’s no sign of giving up or tapping early on. Instead, a loud shout bellows from the throat of Viral as he sits forward – Sparco still with the head scissors locked in is now elevated from the ground! Viral slowly but powerfully stands up leaving Sparco in a very precarious position – raised high above the ring! He began clubbing Viral over the head again in an effort to get down but Viral had a tight grip on Sparco’s legs and he drops backwards in a huge electric chair! The ring lets out a resounding bang as a gasp travels around the area crowd. Viral gets straight to his feet but there is barely any movement from Sparco, so Viral simply grabs a good fistful of black hair and lifts the dazed Sparco to his feet. He then picks him up and slams him back down to the mat with a mighty scoop slam. Sparco’s chest can clearly be seen breathing very deeply, trying to get some oxygen back into him. Viral once again grabs the hair from Sparco head but this time lifts him a lot slower and Sparco throws a couple of punches into the chest and stomach of Viral which barely affect him. However it does anger the giant, who then proceeds to merely throws Sparco across the ring who then lands awkwardly on his back. He rolls backwards and ends up in a sitting position in the turnbuckle looking scared and dazed.

Janus: See! Give Viral one second and he’s crushing the puny wimp!
Ian: I sure hope Sparco can find a way to gain advantage, or he’s history.

Viral walks over to him and places a big black boot on his throat, and holding on to both top ropes to apply extra pressure. Nite tries his best to separate Viral and it takes him nearly to the count of five to stop. Viral walks away from Sparco who is still left sitting in the corner, but with a malicious grin turns and runs at Sparco, driving a big boot straight into Sparco’s face and the crowd can clearly see his neck snap back under the force. Viral now taunts the crowd who boo loudly at the demolishing of their favourite superstar. Viral picks Sparco up by his arm, before whipping him right across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Viral raises a chunky arm in the air before sprinting at Sparco with the arm aiming at Sparco’s neck. Sparco’s swift little legs managed to lift and catch Viral right in the face, momentarily stopping him as the giant stubbles backwards. He runs at Sparco again and this time he lifts both legs in an attempt to dropkick Viral but he smartly catches both of Sparco’s legs and pulled him out of the corner before slamming him down in a massive alley-oop powerbomb! Viral quickly covers Sparco for the pin. One, Tw-kick out! Viral stands up and backs referee Jon Nite into the corner angered at what he believes was a slow count. After several seconds of arguing, Sparco takes advantage by rolling Viral up into a quick school boy pin. One, kick out! Both men roll out of the pinning predicament but the angered Viral takes the advantage, clotheslining Sparco hard into the mat.

Janus: Sparco cannot take advantage of any of the openings in the match.
Ian: And he’s certainly paying the price!

Viral once again fell down onto Sparco, covering him for the pin – aiming to tire out the energetic middleweight. One, Tw-kick out! Viral this time keeps his full concentration on Sparco, lifting him and slapping him so hard on the chest that Sparco nearly falls backwards. Viral keeps a hold of Sparco’s arm and whips him against the ropes and as Sparco comes running back at him, Viral lifts a massive arm to knock Sparco down. Sparco quickly ducks under the clothesline attempt and jumps straight up to the tope rope while Viral turns to see where Sparco had gone to. As he did turn, he was smashed in the face by a huge springboard moonsault! The crowd go wild as Sparco stands and for the first time the giant Viral stays floored. Sparco quickly runs off the same ropes and hits a perfect somersault legdrop to the neck of the downed Viral! He gets up once more, Viral following slowly. Sparco stalks him as he stumbles to his feet and when Viral is on one knee, Sparco ran forward and standing on the outstretched knee, his other foot smacks Viral over the head with full velocity, hitting Viral with a massive enzufury! Viral falls down like a sack of potatoes and Sparco dives on for the pin. One, Two, Thr-No! The powerful Viral throws a shoulder out which almost throws Sparco halfway across the ring. Viral then sits up, but only to meet a low dropkick right to the face! Sparco gets up and raises his fists as the crowd cheer, the adrenaline now pumping through his veins.

Ian: Sparco is the true underdog hero; I knew he’d find momentum!
Janus: It will be short lived, trust me!

Sparco slides to the mat lying in line with Viral, and grabbing his head in a tight headlock. Viral’s arms and legs shook violently as Sparco tightened the hold even more until Jon Nite intervened and made Sparco let go. Sparco then grabbed Viral’s mohawk, lifting him to his feet. Viral unleashed some harsh strikes but Sparco battles back and eventually whips Viral against the ropes. Viral runs back with an arm raised the knock Sparco down but the quick middleweight slides directly between Viral’s legs and watches Viral run against the far ropes. He grabs a hold of the ropes to stop his momentum but before he can do anything he in dropkicked over the ropes to the mats outside! Sparco falls backwards inside the ring and speedily scrambles to his feet. He raises a fist in the air and steadies himself, taking a couple of steps back. Then fearless, he runs towards the ropes diving, twisting and spinning over the top rope hitting Viral with an amazing Tornado Somersault Plancha! The two crash against the barrier and lie momentarily motionless on the mats as the nearby crowd jump to their feet, screaming and willing Sparco to his feet. Sparco is up first but goes to the barrier to flirt with an attractive girl in the front row, as he’s showing off his muscles to her she screams and Sparco spins on his heels to see Viral speeding towards him. He tries to arm drag Viral over the barrier into the crowd but Viral’s sheer weight and velocity forces Sparco to botch the move and two crash into the now vacated steel chair seating!

Ian: Sweet Jesus!
Janus: Holy F-ck!

A ring of crowd members forms around the two wrestlers as they stand and begin to exchange shaky blows in the carnage of chairs. Referee Jon Nite begins the counts from inside the ring. One! Viral begins to take advantage in the punch off before Sparco smartly knocks him down with a dropkick to the knee, however he lands on top of Sparco and the two are once again floored. Two! Viral is up first and grabs Sparco by the hair and rams Sparco’s face against the barrier repeatedly. Three! Sparco manages to use his legs to trip Viral and both of the wrestlers’ faces smash against the barrier at the same time. This time Sparco is first to his feet and he climbs onto the barrier. Four! Pointing with both fingers to the crowd, as if to say ‘this is for you’ he jumps up, spinning backward and landing in a horrible mess of body and steel in a brutal shooting star press! Five! There is still no movement from behind the barrier. Six! Referee Jon Nite counts number seven, when he sees both Viral’s and Sparco’s hands grab the top of the barrier and begin pulling themselves back into the ring. Eight! It’s now a straight race not to be eliminated by count out, and the two men scrabble towards the ring. Nine! Sparco just manages to dive under the bottom rope as Referee Jon Nite calls number nine. Sparco looks out to the outside hopefully to see where Viral is, but to his dismay the giant managed to get in just before the count of ten.

Ian: For a second there, I thought we were going to see this match end with count out!
Janus: I’m so glad it didn’t, Count Out’s aren’t real victories. And in this tournament, we only want true winners.

The two stagger to their feet before trading heavy blows in the centre of the ring as the crowd egg them on, chanting and screaming. Sparco would stumble backwards before unloading a set of quick jabs which would take the advantage back. Viral would then knock him back once more with another massive swing of his right fist. After this exchange was passed a couple of times, Sparco finally fell to the mat from being out weighed and exhausted. Viral also shattered, didn’t bother with any celebration or taunt and picked up Sparco by his hair and threw him against the ropes. Sparco ran back at him but was too tired to counter and Viral hit him with a huge big boot to the face. Viral dropped down for the pin and referee Jon Nite slid in for the count. One, Two, kick out! Sparco managed to throw a shoulder out from under the big man. With one with hand Viral pits Sparco up slowly. Signalling to the crowd that the end was near, Viral lets out a triumphant yell before picking Sparco up for a massive electric chair bomb. Just before the fatal blow in struck Sparco manages to lean forward and throw Viral over in a swift hurricarana!

Ian: Amazing counter!
Janus: He’s real lucky; he was about to caught in something nasty!

Sparco doesn’t waste any time celebrating or taunting, and as Viral quickly gets to his feet Sparco drops him down with a huge corkscrew plancha. Sparco is so quickly to his feet it dazzles the sold out arena as Viral once again clumsily stubbles back to a vertical base. This time Sparco composes himself and measures up Viral before running at him, lifting his strong left leg and planting a huge lariat to Viral’s face! As the foot connects, Sparco just kicks out with his heel possibly breaking Viral’s nose! The massive man goes down almost squealing and blood can be seen dripping from beneath the massive hand grasping his nose. Confused, dazed and angry, he hops up to his feet before falling into Sparco’s grasp from behind. He holds Viral in a dragon sleeper, before twisting sideways and slamming Viral’s face into the mat!

Janus: That’s the ******** Cardiac Arrest, he stole that move!
Ian: Oh shut up, it’s a tribute to his old mentor, Roy Chambers!

Viral lays motionless in the centre of the ring as Sparco staggers to his feet. He motions to the top turnbuckle and the crowd let out a huge cheer as he makes his way up to the top. Facing the audience with his back to the ring, Sparco takes a deep breath and holds both arms outstretched in an almost biblical stance. He suddenly jumps backwards, high into the air – spinning swiftly. Once he goes round and then again narrowly avoiding an early collision with the mat. Then he hits it – a double moonsault straight on Viral’s chest!

Janus: Oh my ******** god!
Ian: A 720 moonsault!
Janus: I’ve never ******** seen anything like it!

Sparco’s crushing body stays on top of Viral pinning him into the mat as referee Jon Nite slides in for surely the last time. One! Two! Three!

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd jump out of their seats, cheering and screaming loudly for their favourite English hero. Sparco climbs the same turnbuckle and holds the same pose as before, while the camera flashes snap violently. Viral begins to stir in the ring, still holding that injured and possibly broken nose resentfully. He slides under the bottom rope and staggers up the ramp seeking medical attention while Sparco continues to celebrate.

-Kelly king 2.0 vs Kari


Not in...... YET. Right guys? Right. Thats what I thought.

This return match was a few years in the making, as Shadow and Hunter respectively have gone there own ways, accomplishing similar and different things. Shadow went on and trained under Brian Blade himself surely learned his methods and ways well. All and any cheating methods by Sullivan will surely be thwarted by pure experience. Sullivan, however, has claimed to have grown in skill and intelligence since his last in ring appearance. Besides that fact Hunter already holds a 3/1 record on the man. The last time these two men came face to face was at Hunters last CTC PPV Night of Kings. Night of Kings ironically was the main events of an on going tournament, that finally lead down to there last match, Shadow finally taking the victory. Hunter however merely took his leave from the company. If Hunters idea of change is really as proximate as he proclaims, this match should be nothing like past matches, surely the cream of the crop, in this series of matches.

The lights dim down until the arena is pitch black, save a small red glow of a flame on the top of the entrance ramp. The red flame is joined by blue as the flames form a crown on the entrance ramp, illuminating the arena. The Jumbo tron flickers to life as the crown grows larger, words forming on the screen as they are spoken by various ominous voices.

All Hail The King

The opening chords to Linkin Park's In The End are blared over the PA, a shadowy figure stepping out to the middle of the ramp. Its arms are raised to each side, a dark cape covering most of his figure while a crown hides his head. As the instrumental ends, the figure spins around.

ONE THING

Shadow touches the end of his scepter to the floor, beams of red and violet lights brighten the stage. The crowd roars as the Original Legend of Shadows slowly starts down the ramp, fiving a few nearby fans.

I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
I TRIED SO HARD

Shadow stops mid-ramp, pointing to one side of the ramp, then to the other, gathering cheers from the fans. He points up to the ring, a deep blue light shooting to ring center as Shadow waits, then starts the rest of his walk.

All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal


Shadow stops at the foot of the ramp, just a foot away from the ring. He raises his arms to the sky, the lights in the arena coming up as a deep blue light guides the rest of the King's path. He makes his way up the stairs, stepping between the middle and bottom ropes.

Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on
But didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go


He heads up the nearest turnbuckle, waving his scepter to the north side of the arena, prompting cheers from the audience. He then waves to the east side of the arena, drawing the same response. He jumps down, heading for the opposite side of the ring, drawing a similar reaction from the south and west sides of the crowd. He jumps down, facing his the entrance ramp.


Shadow holds a steady glare at the ramp, it was clear that this match was a sort of test of skill for himself. How much change and difference have they both experienced? He knew that he was better more improved and smarter as well. His worry and excitement both lay in the idea that even though he has faced this man many times before it will be like the first time.

The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as “right now” starts to play and blare. The lyrics hold a violent and harsh reality to Hunters mindset. Sullivan was awaiting in the gorilla position waiting for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto stage.

I'm feeling mean today
Not lost, not blown away
Just irritated and quite hated
Self control breaks down
Why's everyday so tame
I like my life insane
I'm fabricating and debating
Who I'm gonna kick around

With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his positions, of course to a series of boo’s and jeers. Hunter’s new artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, like he knew something his opponent, and anyone else, did not. The ramp was laid out before him, like a red carpet to his movie debut, the new and glorious evolution of this mans mental capacity and ability.

Right now
can't find a way to get across the hate when I see you
Right now
I feel it scratch inside I wanna slash and beat you
Right now
I rip apart the things inside that excite you
Right now
I can't control myself I ******** hate you!

Sullivan walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunters feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacted quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk scoff.

I'm feeling cold today
Not hurt just ******** away
I'm devastated and frustrated
God I feel so bound
So why'd I feel the need?
I think it's time to bleed
I'm gonna cut myself and
Watch the blood hit the ground

The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, keeping his eyes on his opponent. Shadow Starr returned the intrigued look, shifting his weight foot to foot. In response to Shadows willingness to get things started, Sullivan returns a laugh. The laugh reflected that to a father watching his child hyper and excited for events that he is sure to enjoy. This, however, in the mind of Hunter, will not bring joy to Shadow. Surely the over confidence will lead to some sort of downfall. The referee moved in and looked at both men, the tournament had supplied interesting, and skillful match’s up to date. This one will surely not disappoint. With that, the ref called for the bell, the clang singled the beginning of the bout.

The ref moved back and kept his eyes on the men, Shadow got ready for a lock up, moving in cautiously and slowly. Sullivan, however, walked in calmly, extending his hand for a seemingly calm handshake. Shadow was not to be taken a fool for such a cliché’ and over used tactic. Starr did, however, make a movement as if he would fall pray for such a thing, only to slap the hand away, all seemed well… UNTIL HUNTER RETURNED WITH A b***h SLAP!!! Shadow turned with a stagger holding his face, Sullivan taking the advantage hitting a harsh knee clip. Starr fell roughly onto his back, Sullivan grips the leg by the knee, hooking it and seemingly going to capitalize with a submission. Shadow quickly regains his sense of mind, kicking Hunter off. Shadow is successful and moves to his feet with speed, Sullivan however, was still on the assault. Shadow backed into the ropes, causing the ref to hold back Hunter who seemed intent on finishing Shadow as quickly as possible. Hunter showed clearly he was not going to give any openings, and would be more ruthless then ever. Shadow only smirked realizing that the competition was better then he had imagined, this would only be another challenge for him to conquer. There styles conflicted as Sullivan had gained a rather technical and pure style, as Shadow had a more smash mouth, beat down style. The style of match was yet to be determined as Shadow moved away from the ropes, Hunter giving him space.

Shadow made the first move attempting to lock up once again, but keeping his eyes open, watching for any suspicious movements. Sullivan, however, seemingly felt he didn’t need any as he moved in accepting the lock up. Hunter again kept with trend as he was the first to gain the upper hand, breaking away from the left hand and getting behind Shadow in a reverse waist lock. Starr was ready with a counter, sending harsh elbows back, pounding Sullivan’s temple. Hunter didn’t let out of the hold, attempting to lift Shadow into the air then forcing him back down to the side with a take down. Starr, however, didn’t let the move happen, using the weakening in grip to turn around, changing the hold to a front waist lock. Here Shadow is able to double axe handle into Hunters back, keeping steady ground and forcing Sullivan lower to the ground. Hunter switch’s strategies as he turns to a double legged takedown, switching to the upper hand. Sullivan returns to the knee hook he held in the previous exchange, trying to make a turn into a Single legged Boston crab. Starr holds himself steady on the mat as Hunter attempts to make the turn both ways, both unsuccessful. Shadow makes a change in movement, pulling his hooked leg, as well as Hunter, towards himself. This now allowed hard knuckle shots to be planted on Sullivan’s forehead, ending with a hard free legged kick to the abdomen. Hunter staggers back holding his stomach, allowing Shadow to capitalize upon returning to his feet in speed. Starr locks Sullivan into a standing head scissors, quickly trying the END GAME!!-No! Hunter only allows one arm to be hooked before dropping to his knees and twirling up, the arm still hooked. Sullivan pulls Shadow into a front face lock, seemingly ready to drop into a DDT. This action, however, never happened. Shadow Starr gripped with a waist lock, planting his feet and launching with a bridged northern lights suplex! ONE, TWO, Hunter rolls his shoulder from the mat. Shadow keeps the hold in as he rolls to the side, attempting to bring both men back to there feet for a second go. The secondary northern light was ruined when Sullivan drives a harsh elbow into Shadow spine. Hunter breaks the waist lock, hooking both Starr’s arms, twirling both men and sliding Shadow down to the mat in a backslide pin. ONE TWO TH, Shadow push’s himself out of the hold breaking the pinning combo.

Hunter and Shadow return to there feet at similar times, ready to counter a charging or assaulting enemy. This, however, was unneeded as both men simply glare at each other. The fans pick up in cheer with this awesome opening of exchanges. No man truly able to grab an upper hand. Sullivan was on the outer side, so he backed off giving room to his opponent. Starr takes advantage of it as he starts to get light on his feet and circle around the ring ready for a third lock up. Sullivan knew he had an advantage technical wise and needed to keep things that way. Shadow, however, knew what he was doing on the matt none the less so the strategy may not be of greatest success. He needed to take out the brawling aspect of his opponent, growing a smirk, Hunter moved in with an attempt at test of strength.

Shadow and Sullivan interlock fingers on the right hand; Starr lifts his left hand to accept the other arm. Hunter seems to have other plans as he twirls, wrenching the locked arm. Shadow doubles over holding at his shoulder as Sullivan drives a harsh elbow into it. Hunter follows up the elbow attack with a high knee assaulting the shoulder from below, comboing the knee and elbow a few times over. Shadow doesn’t take the assault long before using his weight to launch Sullivan to the opposite side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes. The fingers unlock and the arm straightens out, enabling a returning Hunter to be caught with a high knee to the jaw. Sullivan sits up holding his jaw allowing Shadow to slide in and nail a sliding drop kick. Hunter lays on the mat holding his back as Starr heads for the closest set of ropes returning with a flip senton landing square on Hunters chest. Shadow finally takes the time to mend to his shoulder, rolling it out and testing its ability. Things seemed fine enough to continue his assault as Hunter was making his way back to his feet. Starr pulls Sullivan to his feet delivering a quick and hard uppercut. Hunter staggered back and turned his back leaning into the turnbuckle, turning around afterwards. Shadow followed up hitting another uppercut, pushing Sullivan into the corner. Hunter was slightly dazed as Starr grabs his wrist and whips the competitor across the ring towards the parallel turnbuckle. Shadow follows up, ready to splas- SPRING BOARD SHIN KICKU- DUCKED!! Sullivan makes an odd landing but rolls, pushing himself to his feet. Shadow charges in ready to end things now with his chance, SHADOW SL- Back breaakkker. Shadow grabbed Hunter by the head, however, Sullivan hooked Starr by the leg lifting him into the air and dropping him harshly on his knee!

Shadow had attempted two of his main finishers, both being countered by a quick acting Hunter Sullivan. A pin quickly follows up on the counter. ONE, TWO, Th- kick out! Shadow hold his lower back in pain as the consequence for his action becomes evident. Hunter merely smirks as he looks at the new target basically painted on Starrs back. Sullivan’s main strategy was to target the lower back and legs, and now an opening had been presented. This may perhaps be the beginning of Shadows downfall in this match.

Starr holds his back in pain, kicking his legs as Hunter starts moving to his feet, pulling Shadow along with him. Sullivan takes a grip of starrs wrist sending him in a rough irish whip to the turnbuckle. Shadow hits the turnbuckle pads hard, soon staggering along the ropes. Hunter follows up sending in rough elbow shots to Starrs lower back, causing Shadow to fall to his knees. A swift soccer kick adds to the pain nailing the lower back once again. Starr drops to the mat stomach down prompting Sullivan to climb the ropes next to him slightly. Hunter bounce’s off the second rope and drops down with a harsh knee to the back.

Hunter follows up on his back assault dragging Shadow to his feet, turning front on to the ropes. Sullivan quickly applies a front waist lock, with a strong tug he attempts to belly to belly suplex His opponent. The move would launch the former world champ harshly to the matting c, however, Shadow quickly pokes Hunter in the eye. Sullivan immediately lets go of the waist lock and grabs his eye, it watering up and blinding him momentarily. The “king” take’s advantage on the opening just made, quickly kicking Hunter in the stomach. Sullivan in reaction bends over in pain, one hand still over the eye. Starr takes the arm away from the eye and place’s it behind his own head, placing his arm over the back of Hunter’s head. Shadow uses his free left arm to hook Hunter’s left leg signifying the Fishermen. The move doesn’t connect as Hunter nails hard punch’s to Shadows rib cage. The former CTC champ lets go the leg, being knocked back with a few right and left hands, getting pushed into the corner. Sullivan keeps with the lower back turning Shadow around in the corner. Hunter begins to thrusting the lower back with his shoulder. Starr lets out moans of pain as each shot connects. Sullivan backs off moving to mid ring before bursting forward once again in a shoulder block. Shadow, however, twirls along the ropes dodging the spear like move, watching as Hunter catches himself on the steel turnbuckle. Quickly Shadow dives in with a School boy roll up! ONE TWO TH- kick out. Starr nearly gained the 3 count, however, was overpowered at the last moment. Hunter looked slightly hurt at the shoulder, promoting a target sign, similar to the one created at the back of Shadow starr. Sullivan was dragged to his feet by the wounded shoulder, quickly being elbowed on the wound. Shadow continues with the assault dropping a few elbows before attempting a large Irish whip hopefully to the turnbuckle pole once again. The move, however, didn’t work as Sullivan held tight to the arm, stopping at the full extension on the arms. Sullivan pulls Starr forward towards him, quickly hooking him in what seems to be an uranage slam, pulling him into the arm and dropping Starr again on the harsh knee!!
Sullivan rolled away for a moment, not thinking to take advantage of the downed opponent. Instead of the pin he starts getting to his feet, working out his shoulder in hope to work out the pain. Sullivan soon realizes that a pin is out of reach, instead goes for the attack route. Hunter grabs Shadows hair, pulling him to his feet. Sullivan makes another toss towards the ropes, being successful, bending down upon Starr’s return. The Former Champion finds himself landing harshly on his back as Hunter hits a back body. Shadow holds his back, rolling onto his stomach attempting to get to the ropes. The ruthless nature in Hunter Sullivan keeps him following up on his moves, keeping Shadow grounded with a hard knee to the lower back. The man truly deserved the nickname of “Viper” Hunter keeps with the back pressure, keeping a knee on the lower back as he grabs Shadows chin, pulling up. The submission wrenches and tares at the lower back. Hunter doesn’t keep the move in long, letting out of it and moving to his feet, merely to drop another knee. Shadow starr slams his fist down as Sullivan reapplies the submission. Hunter shifts himself around a bit, hooking one leg behind the other. Sullivan smirks as he grabs it, rolling back into a Bow and arrow. Starr arms feel around without cause as the back is contorted, bringing the former champ to the verge of submission. Shadow fights the hold, not letting him self give up, not wanting to give the advancement to Sullivan. Finally due to ring awareness Starr grabs the nearby ropes. Sullivan holds the move for as long as the ref would allow before letting out. Hunter doesn’t intend on letting Shadow recuperate as he pulls him to his feet. Shadow Starr staggers a bit to the side before Sullivan lifts him onto his shoulder, spine buster fashion. Hunter points towards the turnbuckle before making the charge. WHAMMM- Rollup!!?


Shadow kicks his legs up, kicking off the top turnbuckle! ONE TWO, VICTOR- Sullivan whacks his ankles into Shadows head, rolling back out of the sun set flip pin. Hunter quickly capitalizes grabbing Starr by the heels pulling him further away from the ropes and rolling forward with a jack knife. One two.. Shadow use’s his power, grabbing Hunter at the waist and push’s him up and back and to his original placement. Sullivan staggers at his feet surprised at the power, Shadow nips up standing back at his feet fully. The pin counter doesn’t keep Hunter off his game as he makes a charge. Starr proves this to be a mistake as he counters lifting Sullivan off the ground in a flap jack. Hunter use’s his arm to lighten the load, smashing his shoulder into the top turnbuckle instead of his face. Sullivan whiplashes back staggering on his feet. Shadow Starr is quick to capitalize, gripping Hunter by the arm, hooking it under his own and placing a standing arm bar of sorts. Starr applies the hold with a few hard jerks before sweeping hunter off his feet and to the ground. Shadow keeps up on the arm, moving out of the submission momentarily only to land in a few kicks to the back of the elbow. Starr returns to the submission hold hoping to cause a huge hole in Hunters arsenal. Sullivan knows full well letting this continue on would hurt his chances of victory greatly, in response Hunter reach’s up and rakes the eyes. Shadow becomes momentarily blinded, enough so that Sullivan is able to land in a few unguarded punch’s, giving him an escape route. Starr moves to his feet turning towards the ropes holding his blinded eyes. Hunter grabs Shadow from behind hooking him in a HALF NELSOO- no? Hunter makes the lift but the arm gives way on him allowing shadow to drop back to the floor. Sullivan stagger back holding his arm, Starr capitalizes turning and nailing an enzuguri!!!

Shadow fighting the back pain use’s the ropes for support. Hunter quickly regains himself moving on his feet, turning and re-scanning the area to find Starr basically hanging off the top rope. Sullivan intended to regain the advantage as he planned an assault. Hunter charged forward with elbow cocked ready to plant a stiff shot to the face. Sullivan, however, met only air as Shadow ducked and pulled Hunter into the air. Starr walked forward and turned landing a spinning inverted atomic drop. Sullivan holds his groin as The former champion heads off the ropes returning with a front dropkic- CAUGHT. Shadow’s eyes widen with panic as he lands stiffly on his back. And so he had a right to be, both legs were held firmly in Sullivan hands. Hunter makes the cross, jeers are the only thing that are given in response. Shadow and Hunter fight with the Texas clover attempt, the move with the back problems would most likely cause a submission. Shadow mange’s to counter as he kicks back Hunter slightly. Sullivan returning for another try and gets caught with a quick small package roll up! ONE TWO THRE- no!! Starr is pushed out of the pin, rolling himself to the ropes, getting back to his feet as quickly as his back would let. Hunter gets to his feet and staggers away, shaking himself clear of the very close pin. Starr gleams with a smile as he starts to climb the turnbuckle looking out at Hunter as he did. Shadow squats and keeps a close eye on his opponent as Sullivan makes the slight turn. Rope shot!!! Hunter quickly reacted to the situation and hit the top rope, causing Shadow to drop on his groin. Sullivan smirks as he runs to the turnbuckle, climbing up with speed, grabbing his opponent by the waist! TOP ROPE ROLLLLIINNNGGG SPIINNNEE BUSTAAH!!!

Shadow hits the mat with great force, the crowd pops with the move. Sullivan wasn’t able to capitalize right away as he rolls away holding his arm that had hit the mat awkwardly. Shadow cringes popping his back off the mat, placing his arm on the impact zone. Hunter crawls in making a cover, ONE TWO THREE- kick out!!!!! Hunter curses as Shadow kicks out of the pin!! Completely surprised that Shadow had the ability to kick out of such a move. It seems that Shadow has built in a more heavy and harsh endurance. Sullivan slams a fist down at the matt as he moves to his feet grabbing Starr and dragging him with. Hunter smirks as he notes on How Shadows back must be in a wide amount of pain. Starr holds his lower back as he makes a lack luster attempt to break away from Sullivan’s grasp. Only to be taken down with a harsh hair pull. Shadow goes down but comes back up limping slightly, forcing out the pain of the landing. Shadow limps his way into the corner, being followed by Sullivan. Hunter lands in kicks to the abdomen, soon grabbing Shadow by the waist and pulling him out from the turnbuckle. Hunter merely sends him back in with force, hurting both the back and abdomen. Sullivan is relentless after the back, striking in the poison if you will. Shadow seemingly has no escape as Hunter drags him slightly further from the ropes. Hunter took hold of the waist again; it seems he is going for a belly to belly suplex…..HEADBUT. Shadow attacks back trying to avoid further damage to his back, nailing in a hard headbut. Sullivan doesn’t let out of the waist lock but he doesn’t need to as shadow twirls the two around and forces Hunter into the turnbuckle. Starr breaks the hold here and starts landing in nice right and left hands forcing Sullivan lower to the matting. Sullivan finally ends up in a seated position, only for Shadow to switch up TO KNEES TO THE FACE. Hunter is being ruthlessly assaulted and it’s about time in the eyes of a few fans. Shadow was down for most of the match and it was good to see him get an advantage. Sullivan covers up and escapes from the ring from under the bottom rope, needing to break from the assault. Shadow doesn’t intend on letting thins happen, holding his back he walks in a small circle before launching over the top rope with a crroossboddy!! Hunter turns, and his only reaction was to catch his opponent, an idea that awfully fails as he is slammed into the outside matting. Starr returns to his feet leaning on the apron clearly fighting through the back pain right now. Sullivan rolls onto his stomach and seems to be moving to his feet only for a hard punt to the stomach! Hunter holds his side as Shadow smirks loving his advantage right now.

Starr reach’s down and grabs Hunter by the hair and pulls him to his feet, dragging him to the apron. Shadow proceeds with smashing Sullivan’s head down a few times over, ending off the assault with a hard right hand. Sullivan turns and staggers along the matting coming soon in contact with the steel corner poll. Shadow takes advantage of the situation charges shoulder blocking Hunter from behind, ramming his body into the steel. Sullivan holds his face and staggers slightly to the side before falling to his knee, feeling the brawling assault come at him full force. Shadow makes a quick roll into the ring and back out restarting the count. Shadow takes his chance to mock Sullivan, slapping him forcefully and mockingly on the back of the head, caring to share a few degrading words to him. Starr finishes off by pushing Hunter forward, already out of it Sullivan merely falls face first. Starr returns to his victim and starts pulling him back to his feet attempting to plan out his next means of assault. Quickly Shadow scoops Hunter up onto his shoulder dropping him face first into the barricade around the ring. Sullivan hits hard but stayed on his feet, using the same barricade as support. Starr holds his back after the scoop and slam, the lift causing pain in his back once again. Shadow changes up on strategies as he grabs Hunter by the previously hurt arm, ramming it hard atop the barricade. Shadow repeats the process a few times causing Sullivan to hold his shoulder in pain. Starr finally finds it suiting to return to the ring, grabbing Hunters hurt arm and rolling him under the bottom rope. Sullivan continues the roll and tried to push himself to his feet. Shadow followed Hunter into the ring quickly moving in on a half vertical Sullivan. Starr grabs Hunter by the arm only for Hunter to thrust up with an elbow shot. Shadow staggers back a bit but quickly returned with a hard forearm on Sullivan’s back, knocking him back to his knees. Starr stomps on the shoulder repeatedly, causing Sullivan to cradle it and try and get an escape route.

Shadow lets his opponent gain himself slightly, watching as he use’s his good arm to get to his feet. Hunter moves almost in a daze as he staggers at his feet, falling back slightly to the ropes. Starr moves in on his prey making a sharp and quick kick to the abdomen, CAUGHT. Hunter holds the leg in his hands getting a jeer for the counter. Sullivan toss’s down the leg hard, following up with a clothesli- ARM DDT! Shadow catch’s the arm and drops back hitting the harsh arm DDT on the bad shoulder. Hunter holds his shoulder in pain as Shadow switch’s around applying a simple fujiwara armbar. The move no matter how simple, still applies intense pain on Sullivan, the arm being contorted and pained. Hunter, however, is not far from the hopes, needing only last out the pain a little longer before being able to hook the bottom rope with his foot. Shadow being the sportsman he is lets out of the hold, moving to his feet. Starr knows not to leave an opponent to tend to his wounds and pulls him to his feet. Eye poke? Hunter returns the gesture with a thumb to Shadows eye. Starr staggers back turning his back mending the blurry and watered eye, a mistake. While holding one hurt arm Sullivan lands in a toe kick hitting rather directly on the lower back. The shot knocks his opponent forward in a pain struggle, getting hit with a follow up soon after. Starr manages to keep at his feet forcing his eye to see as well as hold his lower back. It seemed a little too late as Hunter moved in grabbing Shadow and pulling him back and harshly into a sloppy back suplex. Shadow seemed to land a little awkwardly on his left side, showing the weakness in Hunters arm. The Suplex is enough to give Sullivan a recuperation opportunity as he backs into the corner. Hunter waits for Shadow to begin back to his feet a few moments later before moving back in to continue the match.

Sullivan meets Shadow with stiff chops, pushing him back a bit before gripping his arm and sending him towards the ropes. Shadow seems ready to counter as a bent Hunter gets a hard kick in the chest. A wobbling Sullivan, whom had be knocked to a vertical was quickly attacked with a clothesline. This in return was also countered, the arm hooked as Hunter moves up behind with a half nelson. Before a toss can be pulled off, Starr makes a waist switch, grabbing in a reverse waist lock. Sullivan fights the hold, widening his ground base. Hunter soon gets the advantage he needs as he sends back an elbow, and breaks the arm lock. This counter causes Sullivan to switch holds again into his own reverse waist lock. This hold, however, wasn’t held in long as Hunter pushes Shadow forward following up with a hard front dropkick. Shadow staggers forward falling into the ropes keeping his ground. Starr is sure to keep his awareness, however, as when Sullivan makes a follow up he merely rolls along the ropes. Hunter hits the ropes chest first and merely bounces back, met with Shadow who grabs him by the arm Irish whipping him towards the turnbuckle. Sullivan hits hard back first left to watch as Shadow makes a blind charge towards him, BOOT TO THE- CATCH! Both of Hunter’s legs are in Shadows grasp, quickly being placed onto his shoulder. Shadow pulls Hunter off the ropes, pulling Sullivan up into a Powerbomb position. TURNBUCKLE PPOOWWAAAHHHBOOMB!!! Hunter’s upper back is slammed hard and rough into the top buckle, whiplashing forward and to the mat. Shadow Starr receives a open and loud roar of cheers as he pulls Sullivan away from the ropes, making the cover. ONE TWO the fans count on as they are sure of the victory, THREEE-no KICK OUT!!!

Shadow seems shocked as he push’s Sullivan flat on the mat for a second pin, again he gets only a two count! Jeers chorus and rupture throughout the arena as Hunter is seemingly still in this. Shadow plans to end things now, moving away to a corner eyeing Hunter as he starts to regain himself. Sullivan rolls onto his stomach, pushing himself up in a weak state, not seemingly knowing were he is at. Sullivan starts shaking his head a few times trying to knock sense back into himself. Hunter moves more so to his feet, looking up in time for a SHADDDDOOOWWWWSLL- INVERTED ATOMIC DROPPAH. Hunter countered grabbing the charging man and dropping him back down quickly. Shadow falls to his knees, holding his wounded groin, Hunter heads to the ropes and returns…. SICK AS ********!! The S.A.F hit with violent force knocking Shadow back, almost limp. The charging knee directly to the nose may just grab a victory! No pin? No a submission! Hunter grabs Shadows legs pulling them up and crossing them, TEXAS… no? Sullivan smirks as he starts backing up to the turnbuckle, climbing up it backwards, doing something he has never done before. Hunter climbs to the second rope, pulling Shadow fully off the ground, standing upright and growing a smirk. Shadow Starr’s head is placed between Sullivan’s thighs…. SHHAAATTERRRINNNGGG MADDUUSSAAA!!!! OH MY GOD. A second rope Texas clover PILEDRIVER! Shadow seems completely out of it! Hunter moves in for the cover! Fans boo relentlessly as the count begins. ONE TWO THREEE!!!! DING DING. The match is over and Sullivan rise’s as victor.

Hunter moves to his feet and staggers around, his hand being raised into the air as he moves onto the second round of the tournament. The announcer quickly announces his victory as the ref checks on a wounded Shadow Starr, his neck clearly in danger. Sullivan, however, has other plans as he moves in on the down opponent, pushing the ref out of the way. The victorious superstar forms his hand into a fang like form, placing his middle and index fingers under the out cold superstars chin. The symbolic gesture echo’s as Jeers and boos return to him.

"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity
that I present this recording, as a living testament and recollection
of history in the making during our generation."

A multitude of cheers and scattered boos kick up as smoke bellows from the curtains signaled the arrival of the one and only Alex Lord. As there is a slight pause and without warning, the beat for “Public Service Announcement” by Jay-Z starts up. White strobe lights comb the crowd giving brief glances at faces, anxious to see the young warrior in action. The crowd on either side of the entrance curtain grows anxious with the stalling of Lords as the strobe light continues to pulsate along with the beat of the song.

Allow me to re-introduce myself My name is Hov!


Lords’ silhouette can be seen from behind the curtain as the lights cut out completely and the smoke begins to rise. Without warning, Alex explodes from behind the curtain with that cocky strut. Alex stops and scans the arena , throwing that smirk into the air...if he was nervous about his upcoming match , you couldn’t tell by the look in his eyes. With his eyes focused on the ring, he begins his descent. Fans beat on the guardrails to the beat and with outstretched hands, try to touch him as he passes down the aisle. He brushes them off and continues walking , they aren’t worth his time.


OH, H-to-the-O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!
Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire
I be the, music biz number one supplier
Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right

Alex gets a running start and hops onto the apron , before taking his jacket off and tossing it to the timekeeper. Alex gives a bow to the fans before turning facing the inside of the ring. He gives a tug on the ropes and jumps over into the ring stopping in the center. He stops at his designated corner, hops onto the top turnbuckle, and prepares to watch the spectacle that is his opponent.


Hov', OH - not D.O.C.
But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"
So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude
with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
I shoot at you actors like movie directors
This ain't a movie dog

"It Doesn't Matter" starts and DEKA starts to walk down the ramp looking to the crowd. He takes a sip from a bottle of water as he walks down the ramp. Once he gets in front of the ring he pauses for a second and throws his fist into the air , inciting a response from the crowd. Right before he gets into the ring he tosses the bottle away and steps over the ropes.

Both competitors stare each other down as the referee calls for the bell to be rung. Lords’ face breaks out in that boyish grin that fans of his GWA work recognize oh so well. DEKA ignores his opponent’s overconfidence and moves forward eager to control the beginning of the match. Alex and DEKA lock up in the center of the ring, fans in the arena fall to a dull roar as a struggle ensues. Neither man backs down and is effectively in a stalemate.

Never one to concede defeat, Lords delivers a nonchalant kick to the mid-section of DEKA to give himself some breathing room. DEKA takes considerable offense to the seemingly languid competition and decides to heat his opponent up with a hard elbow to the face. Lords stumbles back into the corner to give himself some space but DEKA follows him to take the early advantage. As DEKA draws near Lords regains his composure and executes a flawless double leg takedown. DEKA brings his hands up in a defensive manner as Lords mounts him and motions for a left punch only to drive his elbow into the cheek of DEKA.

Alex rolls off of the “Shining Hero” and beckons him to get to his feet now that both men are “even” when it comes to elbows. DEKA obliges him eagerly and both men meet at the center of the ring once more. Both men crouch low to the ground, and clutch and claw for each other’s hands before backing off. Lords offers up his right hand for a knucklelock that DEKA takes without hesitation. Instead of struggling in a stalemate as in the beginning stretch of the match, Lords quickly snakes a leg behind DEKA’s leg and pushes him downward. DEKA’s head reaches the mat but he doesn’t give up the struggle, in a display of strength and flexibility DEKA reverses momentum and gets back upright.

Taking a page outta Lords’ book, DEKA attempts to shoot on Alex. Without missing a beat, Lords wraps DEKA’s head in a vicious front-facelock and drops to one knee. DEKA pulls vigorously to retrieve his head from Lords’ grip but to no avail. DEKA drives his elbow into Alex’s gut immediately inciting a response from the portion crowd who is behind him. Another hard elbow to the gut forces Lords to his feet. DEKA gets prepared for another elbow strike but is left clutching his body on the canvas and Lords releases him from the hold only to DRIVE his right knee sickeningly deep into his adversary’s stomach.

Alex takes a moment to stare antagonistically at the portion of the NLS audience that had the audacity to cheer his opponent. He decides to end the match quickly and drags DEKA up by his hair only for DEKA to attempt to pick up a quick win with a SMALL PACKAGE. The referee pounces on the mat, One…...Two….Kickout! Lords kicks out with a bit of effort but looks over at his opponent, sitting up, breathing heavily with a look of nothing but seriousness. He climbs to his feet as DEKA, who is getting his 2nd wind does that same. Lords shoots for DEKA’s leg once more but if left clutching nothing but air as DEKA jumps over him and comes crashing down with a double stomp onto the small of his back. DEKA doesn’t stop there, he drags Lords to his feet and snapmares him over. DEKA lets loose a trio of soccer kicks to the base of Lords’ spine.

Lords takes the kicks in relative silence as DEKA steps around to the front and measures Alex for another kick but the equally speedy Lords lays back to avoid it. DEKA follows through with the kick until his back is to the supine Alex before jumping and flinging himself backwards with a standing moonsault. Lords forces the resourceful DEKA off of him before the count of 1. DEKA drags Lords to his feet once more and delivers a rolling solebutt to the gut of Alex, doubling him over with intense force. DEKA rushes to the ropes and comes rebounding back with a DROPKICK TO THE JAW! The crowd is now solidly behind DEKA as he hooks the leg of his opponent back for the pin.

One….Two….Thr-! KICKOUT! Lords kicks out with very little time to spare. DEKA looks bewildered before making a conscious decision to put Lords away quickly. DEKA snatches Lords up with a reverse waistlock before transitioning to a cobra clutch. Alex hangs on for dear life as DEKA inches towards the nearest turnbuckle with him in tow. DEKA stops when he gets as close as possible to the turnbuckle before jumping up , placing his knees in Lords’ back and falling into a COBRA CLUTCH LUNGBLOWER.

Lords’ back is jarred in a sick angle over the awaiting knees of DEKA. As Lords writhes in pain, DEKA scales to the top turnbuckle. He raises his hand as if victory is assured before bounding off with a WHISPER IN THE WI-CANVAS!! Not to be put away so easily, Lords rolls outta the way and leaves DEKA to crash and burn on the canvas. Lords doesn’t hesitate to mount the injured “Shining Hero” and unleash an onslaught of elbow strikes. DEKA holds onto Lords’ right arm for dear life and executes a kimura-like sweep, forcing Lords to roll over and giving DEKA the advantage. Lords looks alittle bewildered at the sweep and flawless technique of the sweep but the amount of danger he is in does not dawn on him until his arm is bent into an americana keylock.

Lords leans inwards towards his own arm and snakes his left arm between him and DEKA to grab his elbow before pulling it towards himself, to alleviate pressure. After watching Lords regain control of his arm and slide away, DEKA releases what little hold he has left and attempts to get out of the wild kicks that Lords is using to force his opponent to back up. DEKA takes a heel to the face but that does not deter him from scurrying away and back to his feet.

The crowd gives a round of applause after the two men get to their feet but before the admonishment ends, Lords and DEKA are back on each other with a flurry of strikes. DEKA chops Lords in the chest but Lords shrugs it off and lands a middle kick to the gut. Not to show any weakness, DEKA shrugs off Lords kick and rushes to the ropes only to rebound with a elbow to the face. Lords feints running to the ropes only to pop DEKA in the stomach with a SAVATE KICK!

DEKA plummets to the canvas in a heap after the vicious kick by Lords. Various DEKA chants start up but they fall on deaf ears as “The Shining Hero” is on his last leg. He rises to one knee and watches as Lords takes aim and lets loose the hardest strike of the match in the form of A SAVATE KICK TO THE FACE! DEKA drops face-first on the canvas as the crowd looks on with obvious concern. Lords doesn’t pay any heed to the maelstrom of boos that rain down upon him as he turns his opponent over and covers him , no doubt in anyone’s mind the match is at an end.

One…Two…Three! The bell sounds but is drowned out mix of boos and cheers from the match. Lords shrugs his shoulders and exits the ring, his mind on his next match and the next phase of the tournament. He looks back at DEKA being helped up by the referee before disappearing behind backstage.