Post by Commissioner Warrior™ on Nov 5, 2008 12:53:46 GMT -5
Hourglass Hours opens to an absolutely explosive US Airways Arena in Phoenix, Arizona. After a brief pyro demonstration to open the show, the camera pans around the arena. Surprisingly, the classic “Don’t Fire Hi Octane” signs are reflecting a once loyal fanbase that does not like Octane’s most recent actions. Instead, several “Fire Hi Octane” signs are seen, and some that appear as if it used to say “Don’t Fire Hi Octane”, but a red marker has conveniently marked out the ‘Don’t’. Others signs are seen, including several endorsing the much anticipated King of the Mountain match. Some more unique ones include “Brett Cross, God of Thunder?” and even “EUW FUCKING HALL OF FAMER MELTDOWN”.
The feed now cuts to none other than EUW Commissioner Warrior standing in his office. A smile appears etched across his face and as the camera zooms out, his daughter Kendra is seen standing by his side. Warrior waits a moment before beginning to speak.
Warrior: Well hello everyone and welcome to Hourglass Hours. Tonight shall certainly be a night to remember. And to get things started, I have an announcement to make. I’ve just gotten done talking to the EUW Board of Directors, and after some consideration, they have made a slight adjustment to something tonight. Upon a review of King Carter’s actions during his tenure as President of EUW, they have decided to add a stipulation to the match between King and I. And their decision is this. If King Carter should lose his match tonight, he will no longer be President of EUW. Now on the other hand, I am in the same boat. For if King were to win, I would no longer be Commissioner. Not even I know what’s going to happen tonight. But whatever is supposed to happen, will happen.
Warrior gives a final nod as he looks down to his daughter. The feed then cuts back to the arena. John Walt is now in the ring, ready to get the show under way.
John Walt: Hello Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Hourglass Hours and it is now time for our Opening Contest!
A red mist appears to be enclosing the stage, as “Animal I have Become” by Three Days Grace begins to enlighten the fans. Nothing seems to follow though as the feed suddenly cuts to the back to show a bloodied Aaron Shadows lying against a concrete wall. Standing around him is none other than Hi Octane, Chance Fusion, Xander X, Princess Firepower, and Scotty. Octane pulls Aaron's head away from the wall, only to slam it into it once more.
Princess Firepower: We'll just leave this as a message, sent to the whole of EUW. Let it be known, the Dogs of War don't care who the target is. We'll show no prejudice in our actions. Only a viciousness and aggressiveness that EUW needs right now.
Never gonna Stop by Rob Zombie blasts out of the sound system. As white streams of pyrotechnics blast high into the air, the camera begins to pan around in search of 415 to make his entrance. As the camaera continues to search, the crowd suddenly explodes in delight at some unknown source. The camera finally catches sight of 415 as he descends from the arena rooftops on a black cable. With arms stretched wide, 415, lands in the middle of the ring, un-hooks himself and runs to the nearest turnbuckle to pose for the fans.
The reason starts playing, and Harry walks down the ramp in a suit. He continues walking until he reaches the ring, and slowly climbs in. He takes off the suit jacket and shirt, leaving it on the turnbuckle, revealing large scars all over hs body from previous fights.
Both men seem unsure if they should begin due to the absence of Aaron Shadows, but the referee calls for the bell and they finally begin. 415 circles around a bit when suddenly Sullivan bolts towards him and lunges with a jumping high kick. 415 ducks out of the way as Sullivan suddenly flies over the ropes. Sullivan takes a moment to get to his feet, only to turn and see 415 leaping through the ropes with a diving spear. The move is just about to connect when Sullivan side steps at the last moment. 415 collides with the security wall and Sullivan now looks to capitalize. While Aaron Shadows has been removed from the match, it’s still technically no disqualifications. Sullivan understands this as he pulls a steel chair from under the ring.
JJ: Look out, Sullivan’s going to knock his head off!
415 slowly gets to his feet and turns to see Sullivan holding the chair. Sullivan suddenly catches 415 off guard as he tosses him the chair. 415 catches it in confusion, as suddenly Sullivan lands a spinning heel kick into the chair. 415 bounces to the ground and the chair flies off to the side as Sullivan lifts him off the ground and slides him into the ring. Sullivan gets in and quickly goes for the cover, getting 1...2...but 415 kicks out. Following this, Sullivan appears to be getting somewhat frustrated. He lifts 415 to his feet but 415 suddenly kicks him in the gut and lands a picture perfect fameasser.
Larry: Except I think 415 just took Sullivan’s head off instead!
The impact of the move was so great that it caused Sullivan to turn over onto his back. With Sullivan’s position, 415 saw an opening. Working as fast as possible, 415 climbed the turnbuckle all the way to the top and turned to see the still motionless Harry Sullivan. In one leap, he went for the Fire in the Sky. Just before 415 made contact though, Sullivan rolls out of the way. 415 hits the mat with a thud as he clutches his knee, apparently having landed on it wrong.
JJ: Uh oh. 415 could be hurt. Sullivan’s going to want to capitalize quick to pick up the victory.
Sullivan goes around to the legs of 415 and quickly locks him into a Texas Cloverleaf. Sullivan tenses up the move and increases the pressure on the injured knee, hoping for the submission. 415's pain is evident, but he is persistent. 415 attempts to throw him off, but to no avail. Finally, 415 manages to get a hand on the bottom rope to pull himself out of the move. 415 slowly but surely makes it to his feet as he backs away from the ropes and turns to face Sullivan. Unfortunately, 415 turns right into The Bodyguard. The kick connects followed by that signature figure four, a combination Sullivan uses quite well. The damage to 415's knees becomes too much though as he frantically taps out.
John Walt: And here is your winner by submission....Harry Sullivan!
JJ: What a win Sullivan picked up just then.
Larry: Yeah. Talk about proving your dominance. 415 and Shadows never stood a chance.
JJ: And speaking of not standing a chance, I don’t think Joe does in our next match.
Larry: You just might be right. It’ll be Joe and Brett absolutely trying to tear each other apart. But I think Joe’s size might have already lost him the match.
"Given Up" starts playing as several fireballs start firing out of the stage. A ring of fire starts in the middle of the stage as Joe Dark rise through the flames. The walk out as the fire dies down and they walk to the ring. Joe slides in and waits in the ring for the match to start.
As the march of Guardians of Asgaard commences, Brett Cross promptly makes his way through the curtain, his head held high. His right hand grips the hammer over his heart tightly as he makes his way to the ring. This beast of a man turns when he gets to ringside, and uses the steps to enter on to the apron. Then, entering over the top rope, he turns and removes his necklace. Grabbing the hammer at the handle, he kisses the top of it, and then dangles the ornament over the turnbuckle, before turning to his opponent.
Joe Dark charges Cross, only to be pushed back across the ring. Dark rolls back and lands on his feet. Dark charges again, but this time Brett Cross side steps and whips him into the rope. Dark bounces off the ropes. Cross looks like he is ready for him, but Dark surpirses his opponent, hitting him with a low dropkick. Cross drops to one knee.
JJ: What a dropkick there. And Cross is one a knee. This is the kind of opening Dark needs.
Dark follows up with several strong kicks to the chest of Brett Cross. Cross counters by catching one of Dark’s legs. They begin to struggle back and forth, but Cross gets the upper hand hitting a hard elbow on Dark’s knee. Dark staggers back, and Cross follows up with a clothesline. Cross stands over his downed opponent and raises his arms to the crowd. Cross slowly turns, soaking in the noise from the crowd. Suddenly Dark grabs Cross by the waist and rolls him up. The ref slides in and counts 1… 2… Cross kicks out.
Larry: Openings are all he’s going to get. Dark won’t be able to pull this one out of a hat.
Both men get to their feet and stare each other down. They dash in and tie up in the center of the ring. Cross looks to be getting the upper hand, forcing Dark back into the corner. Dark starts to fight back, kneeing Cross in the ribs. Cross whips Dark across the ring, and charges after him. Dark hits the turnbuckle, but before Cross can collide with his, Dark twist out of the corner and rolls up Cross. The ref slides in and counts 1… 2… 3!
John Walt: And here is your winner...Joe Dark!
Right after the ref's hand comes down for three, Brett Cross kicks out and Joe Dark quickly scrambles out of the ring, raising his hands high. It was hard to tell who was more shocked, Joe Dark that he won or Brett Cross that he lost, but as Joe headed for the back, Brett pounded the mat before standing.
Brett smoothed back his hair once and frowned, while pacing the ring. After a few paces back and forth, he motioned for a mic, and when he got it, a smile went across his face. Before Joe made it backstage, Brett called out to him.
"Ach, lad, good show! Ya beat me fair and square. Aye, ya did. But... do ye have the guts t'do it twice in a row? I think not! This Monday, you and I will 'ave at it again, lad. And I'm tellin' you. Lightining will not strike twice!"
With that, Brett threw down the mic, and pointed to Joe Dark with a burly hand, letting out a booming laugh. Then, grabbing his chain from the turnbuckle, he headed to the back.
JJ: Wow, I just can’t believe it.
Larry: I know. Joe Dark...won? Talk about an upset.
JJ: That’s for damn sure.
The Camera pans off to the back of the arena. A makeshift stage is seen. With a royal red carpet draped over the area, 2 chairs sit positioned towards the fans. As the lights point towards the stage, the tv monitors begin to flash the words
EUW SHOWDOWN!
The crowd explodes in approval as John Walt begins to speak..
John Walt: And now, let’s take a moment away from the action and being a special edition of Showdown! Please give a loud roar for PRIMETIME!
Walking out through a nearby entrance, Primetime waves to the fans as he steps up on the stage. The crowd is deafening as Primetime does his best to speak into the microphone. Pacing back and forth, he finally gets a word out..
Primetime: WOW! Look at all of YOU!
The crowd explodes yet again. After a few brief glances at the fans in attendance, Primetime speaks again.
Primetime: WELL! Here we are, on the stage and broadcasting from HOURGLASS HOURS! Have you looked at the card for tonight? Oh my go- Holy shi- Wow! When I thought over who I would have for my guest, let me tell you, I was stumped! I mean.. look at what we have to choose from! To tell you the truth, when I thought over who I wanted on my show one name stuck out in my mind. He is a legend here in the EUW. This man fought wars inside of that very ring out there. I would like to introduce.. Former EUW World Champion and Hall of Famer.. MELTDOWN!
“Mindfields” by Prodigy blares from the audio as Meltdown walks unto the stage with Tavi walking beside him. With a quick wave to the now ravenous fans, Meltdown shakes Primetime’s hand and offers his seat to Tavi.
Primetime: WOW, did you hear that applause for you? These people love you!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
Primetime: I can tell you first hand that I am excited to see you in action again. What the world wants to know is… are you back?
Meltdown: Am I back? I can give no answer to that. To really know what I will decide, one would have to look at my past. I have never backed down from a challenge. If one presents itself, you will always find me there waiting.
Primetime: And look at Tavi! She is gorgeous! You both look great! Whatever you decide, I am sure I speak for the fans when I say…thank you.
Meltdown: The EUW has a legacy like no other. My legend will love on in our newest generation of stars. The fans here are in good hands.
Primetime: Well, there is someone else who wishes to speak to you as well. He is being called a future legend himself. When he heard that you would be on Showdown he basically ordered me to make time for him. Ladies and Gentleman.. OBLIVION!
As “I don’t wanna stop” by Ozzy Osbourne plays, Oblivion slowly walks up the stairs and unto the stage. The fans completely lose it as they scream in delight. Turning to face the fans, Oblivion raises his hand high in a symbol of respect to them. Meltdown watches cautiously.
Primetime: Now this is something. Standing before me is…..
Oblivion rips the microphone away from Primetime and walks right up to Meltdown. Towering over the EUW legend, Oblivion looks down at Meltdown. Meltdown does not hesitate as he hands his drink to Tavi and returns the glare. Finally, after the crowd subsides from their frenzy, Oblivion slowly raises his microphone to his mouth and speaks..
Oblivion: Meltdown… You were the very face of the EUW and yet, you walked away so suddenly. You earned your respect. You claimed to be the best to ever enter that ring. I was never given the opportunity to talk to you personally of your claim.
The crowd goes completely silent as Oblivion begins to clench a gloved fist.
Oblivion: Meltdown… You deserve that respect. Thank you for giving your all to the EUW. We want you to return but if you don’t, know that you did make an impact. May your soul.. Find peace.
Dropping to one knee, Oblivion bows to Meltdown as the lights go out! Lightning is overheard from around the arena. The fans explode in applause as Meltdown offers a hand to Oblivion. The two men raise both their hands high as they acknowledge the fans.
Primetime: Do you see that? This is what it is all about. Let’s get back to ringside and goodbye from SHOWDOWN!
Larry: So now we get to our next match up and it's a doozy!
J.J: That's right! The Vindicator will be squaring off against Meltdown! Fans around the world have been anxiously awaiting the return of their hero and it sows! Look at all them!
Larry: Yeah, Yeah, well James Vincent has fans too! Look over there, his mom and dad are waving at us!
J.J: Very funny.
John Walt: And now to our next event. Coming to the ring first, he is the master of Vindication... JAMES VINNNNNCENT!
The arena fades to black. Man with the Harmonica kicks in and for about 1 minute the haunting harmonica sound pierces the arena. James walks out from behind the curtains when the guitar kicks in from the left side with his cricket bat and looks outward towards the ring and his opponent for a few seconds. Silver lighting starts to flicker throughout the arena. Booing can be heard
About 1:20 into the song James starts to slowly walk towards the ring. He ignored the chants of boos but stares at the fans from both sides while he walks down the ramp. James approaches the front of the ring stares at both sides and walks up the steps on the left side and hangs his trenchcoat on the ring post and lays his bat on the steps.
After that he goes under the rope and enters the ring. He walks towards one of the ring posts climbs ontop. This is at about 2 minutes into the song. He tilts his head up and looks at the lighting closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath and sticks his arms out to the sides like a sacrafice. Gold pyro and sparkles fall down from the top of the arena and all over the ring. James starts taunting, flexing his muscles and showing off from the top of the buckle. The gold pyro and sparkles stop and James jumps off the top and continues to pump himself up and taunt his opponent and the arena.
John Walt: And now, the man who many have waited all night for. He is..MELTDOOOOOOOOOWN!
The japanese-style opening plays as each string-sound sends off a large puff of red smoke across the stage. Once the song finally kicks in, the curtain is shoved to one side as Meltdown and Tavi make their way out. He walks to the top of the ramp and throws up his arms wildly with Tavi simply watching with her hands on her hips before he walks down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans
Walt: Ladies and Gentlemen, born in Middlesbrough, England, residing in Miami, Florida, trained in Tokishima, Japan...Accompanied to the ring by Tavi Whitten..THIS IS THE EUW HALL OF FAMER.. MELTDOOOOOWNNNN!!!!!!!!!!
Meltdown gets on one knee at the bottom of the ramp, Tavi walks out and slowly takes off his mask, kissing his forehead as he slowly stands up. He starts to walk around the ring, slapping the hands of eager fans.
He eventually climbs up the ring steps, and walks across the apron, he goes to climb in, but quickly climbs out and raises a fist for the crowd before climbing in and holding down the bottom rope for Tavi who climbs into the ring. Meltdown climbs the turnbuckle and raises his hands up high, with Tavi jumping onto the middle rope and pointing to him to get the crowd riled up. Meltdown hops down and kisses Tavi before waiting for his opponent
The bell rings but it does not matter! Both men fly at eachother with wreckless abandon! With mighty lefts and rights, both men lay multiple punches at one another. When you think one has the advantage, the other begins to lay it on. It truly is a war in the ring!
J.J: THIS IS NUTS!
Larry: You can feel the hate out there!
As both men continue the onslaught, Meltdown quickly utilizes his experience and unleashes a Judo Armbar Takedown! James Vincent rolls over his shoulder and quickly rebounds only to be locked into a belly to belly suplex by an angered Meltdown!
J.J: That is experience right there.
Larry: We will see. Meltdown will be VINDICATED! (Laughing.)
Meltdown quickly rushes James Vincent but receives a poke in the eye for his trouble! As Meltdown wanders away holding his eyes, James then runs behind him and unloads with an Olympic slam! Meltdown holds his back in agony from the impact! James then rushes Meltdown and locks in the Vincent CLAW! The crowd pounds their feet and claps to lend Meltdown their strength but James continues to lock it in. Smiling, he knows he has it in control!
After a moment of pure pain, Vincent lifts Meltdown up and raises him high into the air. Unleashing a Vincent Slam, he covers Meltdown for the pin!
1....
2...
Meltdown kicks out!
James, not wanting to let up, stalks Meltdown and just at the right moment, he unleashes a JVDDT! Crashing to the mat upon his head, Meltdown lays out cold. THEN.. in a change of pace, James begins to motion that he will remove Meltdown's mask!!!!!
Larry: Meltdown is being Vindicated!!!!!!
J.J: Don't bet on it!
As James reaches down to untie Meltdown's mask, Meltdown squirms as best as he can to stop his progress. Smiling, James slams a few forearms into Meltdown's chest to shut him down. Un-doing the mask strings, James motions that it is time for the unmasking!
At the right moment, Tavi jumps up on the ring and grabs the referee! Holding his shirt, the referee struggles to break free. As if having this plan all along, Meltdown suddenly springs to life!!! Repeatedly punching James in the face, Meltdown gets to his feet while James follows him! Unleashing hip toss after hip toss, Meltdown pours on the pain! James is utterly pissed... and utterly off his balance! Pulling back with all of his might, James throws the hardest punch of his career towards Meltdown's face in hopes of knocking him out! Meltdown, countering the hold, locks in his finisher...The Dragons Wrath!!!!!
Larry: WHERE DID THAT COME FROM!
J.J: THIS COULD BE IT!
James does everything he can to break free but Meltdown holds the move tightly. Tavi, finally releasing the ref, drops back down to the floor and pulls out a set of brass knuckles! The referee lays upon the mat and waits for the submission. James, still with plenty left in the tank, does his best to punch Meltdown. Blood is seen trickling down from underneath Meltdown's mask from the beatings. Tavi does her best to help by sliding the brass knuckles into the ring but James grabs it first!!!!
Quickly gripping the knuckles, he slams them into the side of Meltdown's head but to his astonishment... Meltdown still holds the move!!!! James attempts to hit Meltdown with them once more, but the pressure of the submission has taken out so much energy that he drops them to the mat. James attempts one last hurrah to escape, but is simply out of gas. Finally giving in, he begins to tap out as the referee calls for the bell.
John Walt: And here is your winner by submission...Meltdown!
JJ: And what a win for the Hall of Famer.
Larry: I believe Meltdown has proven that he’s still got it.
JJ: And Vincent has proven that he had no idea what he was getting himself into when he went after Vincent.
Larry: That’s for sure.
Lincoln Daggerson is shown preparing for his match backstage in the general EUW locker-room. As Lincoln is in the middle of his warm-up routines, he notices several EUW superstars giving him strict looks. Most likely due to his past affiliation with Pangaea. After a couple of seconds, Commissioner Warrior enters the locker-room and after searching around for a bit, approaches Lincoln Daggerson.
Warrior: Lincoln.
Lincoln takes a quick glance at Warrior before returning to his ordeal.
Lincoln Daggerson: I’m busy.
Warrior: I just came by to wish you luck in your match tonight.
Lincoln Daggerson: Back at you.
Warrior: It’s funny you know, at Prestige we were both ready to gut each other wide open and now a month of two later we’re both wishing each the best of luck.
Lincoln stops and scoffs before continuing with his sit-ups. Warrior turns around and goes to leave when Lincoln stops him.
Lincoln Daggerson: Look. Just because I left Pangaea that doesn’t mean I’m on your side or anything, ok? I appreciate you helping me in the ring last week when I was assaulted but I’m not on your side. I work alone. That’s how I won the World Title the first time, and that’s how I do my business. Alone. So you and King Carter can tear each other apart, the only thing that matters to me right now is winning that World Title. By myself.
Warrior: I realized that, I just came by to wish you luck and let you know that you did the right thing by leaving Pangaea because it’s in my personal interest to destroy every single speck of their existence.
Warrior makes his way outside the locker-room as Lincoln Daggerson immediately returns to his routine, unaffected by how this war between King Carter and Warrior might come to an end.
JJ: Now that was interesting. Regardless, it’s time for another spectacular contest.
Larry: Right again. These two guys are going to absolutely tear each other apart.
JJ: Well its time for our next match which will be a falls count anywhere match pitting Antonio Carter against Chance Fusion.
John Walt: This contest is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under falls count anywhere rules. Coming to the ring at this time, weighing in at 219 lbs. He is Antonio Carrrrrttterrrrr!
"Gasoline - Seether" hits the pa system as Antonio Carter makes his way on the entrance stage and down the entrance ramp. With black shades covering his eyes, he gives a cocky smirk to the crowd. With a chorus of boo's from the crowd, he continues to smile in a cocky way and walk down the entrance ramp. He comes ringside pulling himself up using the top rope. Going through the middle rope and walking to the corner of the turnbuckle and begins to taunt to the fans.
Walt: And his opponent, hailing from Tampa, Florida. He is Chance Fussssionnnn!
The opening of "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria rings through the arena as bright red and blue lights begin to flicker. Just as it picks up, Chance runs out onto the stage, jumping around and screaming with energy and intensity. Chance makes sure to get the crowd loud and excited quick, before slowing down a bit and making his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans all the way down. Once to the ring, Chance goes up the rings steps and steps into the ring. Once in he makes a final taunt towards the crowd to receive a loud reaction before preparing himself for the match.
The bell rings to signal the contest is underway as both men look deep into their opponents eyes, looking for a sign of weakness. Not blinking at all Chance is caught off guard as Antonio immediately starts pounding away at Fusions forehead with hard closed fist punches. Chance falls to the ground but is still taking the punches to the face. Carter eventually gets off and lets Chance get to his feet. Chance uses this sudden break in Carters offence to slide out of the ring quickly and grab a steel chair. Carter sees this and goes to get a chair himself, grabbing it from a fan at ringside. Both men slide into the ring and start to charge at each other. Both combatants swing their chairs, both of which crash together. Antonio then goes to hit Chance with a chair shot to the legs but Fusion jumps up. Chance then goes for a hard chair shot to Carters head and connects sending him backwards slumped against the ropes.
JJ: What an explosive start to this match up.
Larry: It looks like both men are out here for blood.
Carter, still a little woozy from the chair shot starts to recuperate and throws random punches all of which miss Fusion by a mile. Chance starts to laugh along with the crowd and proceeds to clothesline Carter out of the ring. The crowd cheer loudly as Carter hits the outside hard. Chance then climbs out and grabs Antonio putting his own arm around his neck. Chance then lifts him up in a vertical suplex position and drops him down, causing Carter to shout in pain. Chance hooks the leg, only to get a quick 2 count. The fans at ringside cheer this at which point Fusion sees a fan with a camera. He grabs the camera and takes a picture of the weakened Carter who is lying on the floor. Chance then throws the camera back at the fan.
JJ: Chance always likes the fans to feel like a part of the match.
Larry: Gosh what a brilliant athlete. Give me a break. Suck up.
Chance grabs Carter again, however Antonio pulls on Fusions shorts sending him face first into the barricade. Chance clutches at his jaw, which could be broken as Antonio grabs another steel chair. Chance gets up off of his knees as a small amount of blood trickles from his mouth. He turns around only to be met with a chair flying towards his face, it connects and he falls backwards over the barrier and into the crowd. Carter climbs over the barrier and taunts the crowd to which he receives a large amount of boos. As Fusion gets up we see a small cut has appeared on his forehead and is trickling blood down his face.
JJ: Chance is taking a hell of a beating here.
Larry: Maybe that picture wasn’t so funny after all.
Carter and Fusion start to brawl in the crowd eventually reaching a set of stairs that leads to the higher tiers of the seating. Both men again start brawling up the stairs as the fan cheer while they do so. Carter starts to get the upper hand as he hits a hard punch on Chances jaw, however Chance fights through this and hits a kick to Carters chest. he then grabs Carter and throws him into a nearby barricade. Chance keeps climbing the stairs as Carter lies slumped against the barrier. Chance eventually reaches the top of the stairs where he fights through the crowd and gets to a balcony that sits above a small opening, which leads outside. Carter starts to make his way to that point as well, as a small trickle of blood drops out of his nose. Both men start to brawl again occasionally looking at the 10 foot drop that they are stood next to. Carter then kicks Fusion in the gut and signals for a powerbomb, however Chance reverses this and moves backwards into the crowd. He then starts to run toward Carter and tackles him over the barricade forcing both men to plummet 10 feet eventually landing on some tables.
JJ: Holy Hell! I think they’re dead.
Larry: That was crazy!
Both men lie unconscious in a pile of wood and random bits of merchandise that were on the tables. The ref runs through the crowd who are going ballistic at what just happened. Checking to make sure they are ok the ref throws the “X” sign up with his arms, which causes a few EMT’s to arrive with 2 stretchers to help the combatants.
JJ: Im sorry viewers but it looks like this match has ended very abruptly as both men seem too incapacitated to continue.
As they are being pulled out of the wreckage and put onto stretchers, Chances hand raises in the air, fist clenched. The crowd go wild as they sense that it isn’t over after all. Chance starts to get up slowly from the stretcher and pushes the EMT’s away from Carter, who is lay on a stretcher of his own.
JJ: How is Chance doing this?
Larry: Well he didn’t take the brunt of the fall.
Chance much to the dismay of the officials grabs Antonio’s stretcher and runs through a small pathway in the crowd with it. He eventually reaches the barricade, which separates the crowd from the ring and lifts the stretcher up on its front wheels causing Carter to go over the barricade. Chance then climbs over it himself and goes for a pin 1…2…*kickout* Chance looks to the ref in complete shock and awe as Carter managed to kick out.
JJ: He kicked out? How in the hell did he find the energy to do that?
Chance looks to end it now as he lifts Carter to his feet. Chance first takes Carter away from the barricade, then suddenly irish whips him right back into it. Antonio hits it with a thud and staggers backwards following the impact. With Carter wobbling now, Chance suddenly takes advantage. In a matter of seconds, Chance has his arms absolutely wrapped around the neck and head of Antonio Carter and has the Jigsaw locked in. Carter attempts to escape with what little energy he has left, but to no avail. The referee goes in to check on Carter, raising his arm to the air. With the release of it, his arm drops with a thud, lifeless. The referee repeats this process two times, and gets the same result. Following the third drop, the referee calls for the bell.
John Walt: And here is your winner by submission...Chance Fusion!
Larry: That was a classic. Both men gave it their all.
JJ: That’s for sure.
The feed now cuts to the back as EUW President King Carter is shown frantically prancing around in his office, while pulling off “air punches” obviously warming up for his match. A knock is heard before Xplode barges in as Oblivion comes in behind him, taking the more civilized entrance.
Xplode. King, where the fuck have you been? We haven’t seen you ever since the last Monday Night Suicide.
Oblivion. Uh….what my brother was trying to appropriately phrase is what strategy are we going to undertake later on tonight in your match and the King of the Mountain.
King suddenly stops prancing around and eyes Oblivion.
King. My match? As in…me versus Warrior. As in the perfect opportunity for you and your brother to assault me, remove me from my position as President of EUW and make your treachery public!
Xplode. Treachery? What the….
King. I created Pangaea because I had a vision, because I saw excellence and I wanted to capitalize on it but you….you rodents couldn’t care less. First Lincoln abandons us and now you two!
Xplode. Who the hell said we were quitting.
Oblivion. King. Perhaps we should come later and discuss our strategy regarding….
King. “we”? No, there is no “we”. Pangaea is MY vision. And I will not let people like you destroy Pangaea and EUW along with it! You are out!
Both Oblivion and Xplode’s eyes widen as they seem to be in a utter-state of confusion. Xplode is about to erupt in a fit of rage when Oblivion steps in front of King Carter.
Oblivion. Watch yourself, little man.
King. ….are you threatening me? I’m the president of this company, I am a former World Champion, the winner of the first Money in the Bank match and most of all…..the creator of Pangaea. So fuck the both of you, I don’t ever want to see your faces again! Get out of my office now! Security!
Xplode is about to lunge forward on King Carter when Oblivion holds him back and signals for him to leave. Both Oblivion and Xplode furiously leave as King continues to scream.
Oblivion. He has lost it. Come on, let’s get out of here.
Xplode. Fucking lunatic. So what now? We’re on our own?
Oblivion. I believe so. As sad as it sounds, there is no more Pangaea.
Both Oblivion and Xplode walk away as the screams from King’s office continue to exist.
King. PANGAEA IS MINE! ALL MINE! I WON’T LET IT DIE! AAAAAH!!!!
The feed cuts back to the arena as the Pure Championship Match is ready to get underway.
John Walt: Our next match will be for the EUW Pure Championship! Coming out first... He is a man with a plan, MDA!
The lights go out and a red glowing fog comes from the entrance way as "Indestructible" By Disturbed begins to play. As the Sirens in the music begin red andwhite police light begin to flash. As the guitars kick in, two large white fireworks goes off and spotlight like stobes begin to flash from around the arena all pointing to one spot where Michael and Saraphim are now standing. Walking to the ring, Michael is focused and the lights follow him all the way down. Stopping at the foot of the ring, Saraphim walks up and stands in front of him starring at the crowd. Michael turns her head slightly and she kisses him on the cheek. She moves out of his way and he slides slowly into the ring and stands in the center with a spotlight directly on him. Saraphim enters after and proceeds to take off his outer coat and get ready to wrestle.
John Walt: And his opponent. He is the current Pure Champion of the EUW! Please welcome... ALEX FALCON!
A countdown appears on the titantron, as the timer ticks down from 10, to 0. As soon as it reaches 0, pyro shoots, and Figure 8 by Trust Company blasts through the arena, and the only blue lights that are on are flashing ones that are hitting the top of the stage, blinking. Alex Falcon appears with his arm around Christy, as a faint mist is seen around them. The two then share a passionate kiss. Falcon and Christy begin to walk down to the ring, as Falcon has his arm around her once more, with an evil grin on his face. The two begin to walk up the steel steps, as Falcon holds open the middle rope for Christy to get in, and she does. Falcon climbs the middle of the rope, as he makes his Falcon wings taunt, and then jumps off of it. He flips his hood, and then opens his jacket, takes it off, and hands it to the announcer, as he points and says 'Get out of my ring'.
Larry: Alex will need to really be on his game today
J.J: I think this crowd really is behind MDA tonight. I feel the magic in the air that only the EUW can offer!
As the bell rings, both men circle one another. With alock up from both men, a battle of power begins. It is a short battle however as MDA shoves Alex Falcon hard into the turn post.
The crowd goes nuts!
After flexing to the crowd, MDA walks towards Alex only to receive a jab to the midsection! Bending over, MDA grimaces in pain as Alex unleashes a few more jabs sending the big man to the mat doubled over. Capitalizing, Falcon then slides over MDA's back and locks in a sleeper hold!
Larry: NOW THAT IS INTENSITY!
J.J: Yeah well do not count MDA out yet!
Holding the sleeper hold, Falcon pulls back with both hands with all his might. MDA quickly answers however by reversing the hold into an armbar!
J.J: That is the same hold that MDA broke Chris Sabora's collar bone with!
Larry: He did not break it, Chris broke it while on the attack.
J.J: Either way, it is impressive to be sure.
Screaming in agony, Alex reaches for the ropes with his only free hand. The ref asks for a submission but there is none to be found. Realizing that there was no other choice, Alex grabs a handful of MDA's crotch and squeezes with all that he has. MDA releases the hold quickly.
Saraphim, now slapping the mat outside the ring is in a state of distress as Alex rolls unto his knees and looks at her. After pointing in her direction as if to mock her, Alex smiles only to find himself in a reverse chin lock by MDA. There is no escape for Alex as he flails his arms in circles. MDA, laying upon his back is balancing Alex Falcon's body on his knees while gripping his chin! The pain is immense!
Larry: WOW MDA is a master at those ground holds!
Feeling his last breath upon him, Alex reaches back with all his might and grabs MDA's crotch one more time causing him to release the hold yet again. Both me roll upon the mat in agony!
J.J: By the time Alex is done MDA will not be having any babies!
Larry: Whatever gets the job done!
As both men rise to their feet slowly, MDA tries to gain the upper hand once again as he quickly unleashes a clothesline while spinning towards Alex! Alex then ducks, wraps his arm around MDA's head and locks in the Dragon Sleeper hold! MDA is the victim now as he screams in agony! The ref now asks him for a submission. MDA does not respond.
Alex pulls back harder, trying to cut off the oxygen from MDA's body as he can feel MDA's knees grow weak. As MDA reaches high into the sky in search of hope, the crowd begins to cheer! Saraphim stands up on the mat and reaches over the ropes! She grabs a handful of Alex's hair and yanks him from MDA!
J.J: Saraphim is the other half of that team! She is not to be ignored!
Larry: Believe me, she is too hot to be ignored!
Alex finds himself yanked backwards as Saraphim pulls him to her by his thin hair. Regaining himself, Alex plants his feet to stop the drag. MDA quickly gets to lay on a big boot! Alex quickly ducks out of the way causing MDA to kick Saraphim in the face and sending her to the mat below!
J.J: Oh my go- Holy shi- Wow! IS SHE OK???
MDA, realizing his error, screams to Saraphim to check on her well being. Alex does not let this chance slip! Setting up behind MDA, he screams for MDA to turn around. As MDA turns around to answer, Alex lays on a HUGE Superkick sending MDA tumbling to the corner of the ring. Alex Falcon then announces that he will go for the Golden Fall!
Climbing the ring post, Alex raises both hands into the air and launches high above the mat! As he lands upon MDA he is taken by surpise as MDA raises both his knees and lets them impact into Alex's rib cage! The crowd explodes!
Stumbling to his feet, MDA grabs Alex, hoists him to his feet easily, and drops him with the Scales of Judgement! Covering Alex, MDA goes for the pin and gets 1...2...3!
John Walt: Here is your winner...and the NEW EUW Pure Champion...Michael de’ Archangel!
JJ: I don’t believe it! We’ve got a new Pure Champ!
Larry: Talk about a shocker. I didn’t think this match would be a breeze, but I felt Alex would be able to defend his belt well.
JJ: Looks like we were wrong.
Larry: It appears so. But regardless of how that went, our next match may have the most impact on EUW as a whole as compared to any of the matches tonight, even King of the Mountain.
JJ: That’s true. Because whomever wins this contest will then have full control over EUW.
"Mescalero" by ZZ Top bangs throughout the arena as the crowd nearly tears the roof off of the building with cheers. Warrior steps out onto the stage in a classic black singlet with his name emblazoned on the back. Different than his past ones, this one has a small orange 'C' on one of the front shoulder straps. It resembles one's usually meaning 'Captain', but this one most likely stands for 'Commissioner'. Warrior smirks as he makes his way down the ramp.
John Walt: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds and standing six foot one. He hails from Cortez, Colorado. He is a former……
Just before Warrior enters the ring, King Carter attacks him from behind. Warrior is able to fight back but King Carter eventually kicks him in the gut and DDT’s him on the lower steel step. Carter picks up Warrior and rolls him into the ring; King Carter then “orders” the referee to ring the bell and officially begin the match.
Warrior barley makes it to his knees when King Carter plants a right hand to his face, sending him back down. The referee warns King Carter about closed punches but Carter reminds the referee that he is the EUW President. The referee, understanding his position in the food-chain, backs off and King Carter continues his assault. He mounts himself on top of Warrior and unleashes several punches to Warrior’s face, leaving some not-so-pleasant marks. King Carter gets back up and proceeds to repeatedly kick Warrior.
King Carter backs off as Warrior attempts to recuperate from the sudden beatdown he was handed. As soon as he makes it to his knees, King Carter charges forward and pulls off a Shinin’ Diamond. Although the move connects, King seems to have pulled it quite unusually.
JJ: And a little ring rust there by King Carter.
Larry: That’s understandable; especially considering Warrior announced the match on the last Monday Night Suicide before Hourglass Hours.
King Carter drags Warrior to one of the corners and lies him down on the bottom turnbuckle; King takes a couple of steps backward before charging forward and driving his right foot into Warrior’s face. King Carter begins to choke Warrior with the same foot as the referee looks concerned, but realizes King’s coveted position in this company. King Carter backs off before once again slamming his foot straight into Warrior’s face. King picks up Warrior and knees him in the gut, King then scores with a right hook, a left hook and then pulls off an uppercut. Warrior finds difficulty to recuperate from the startling assault as King Carter takes a second or two to catch his breath, revealing to us he isn’t in his best shape nowadays.
Carter immediately snaps back into the match and decides to employ a more “technical” approach. He zeros in on the downed Warrior and attempts to lock in a STFU but Warrior elbows him in the jaw just as he is about to lock it in. Warrior distances himself a bit before getting back up, King stops his short reign of momentum by kicking him in the gut and irish whipping him to the ropes. Warrior bounces off them and nails the Rage on an unsuspecting King Carter!!
JJ: And Warrior with the Rage!!
Larry: Warrior’s been being beaten for the last 10 minutes and it seems he has had enough.
Warrior lets out a loud scream as King Carter rolls out of the ring while holding his stomach in pain. Warrior rolls out of the ring and nails a clothesline, sending King down. Warrior picks up King and irish whips him to the barricade, before slamming his head into the ever-so-painful steel. Warrior does so a couple of times, letting out his rage. The referee’s count reaches a five as Warrior grabs King Carter and pulls off a Russian Leg-Sweep, driving both himself and more importantly, King Carter into the barricade. Warrior is able to roll back into the ring by the eight count but he rolls back outside and proceeds to drag King back in the ring.
Back in the ring, King Carter gets back up on his feet but is still feeling the after-effects of his little interaction with the steel audience barricade. The audience is cheering loudly as Warrior locks in a Cobra Clutch. King frantically attempts to reach the ropes but Warrior stays resistant, solidifying his position in the middle of the ring. The referee checks on King Carter by undergoing the cliché arm-dropping procedure, King is able to stop his arm from falling by the second time around. King wraps his arm around Warrior’s head and jumps up in the air going for the King Kutter. Warrior realizes this and let’s go of his submission hold and pushes King Carter away, King lands hard on his back.
Warrior picks up King Carter and kicks him in the gut before lifting him up in the air for a Vertical Suplex and then nailing it perfectly, adding more pain to King’s back. Warrior picks up King Carter and locks him in a Torture Rack. Warrior bends King’s back like a piece of rubber, Carter withstands the pain and eventually wiggles out of the move. Warrior reacts fast, but not fast enough as King Carter pulls off the “No Mo’ Jaw” aka a superkick.
18 minutes into the match as both men are lying down on the floor. King Carter makes it back to his feet before Warrior, he goes for a T-Bone Suplex but Warrior is able to reverse it into a complete shot. With King Carter down and out, Warrior decides to finish this. He picks up King once again in a Vertical Suplex position and places him on the top-turbuckle, Warrior then scales the very same corner and lifts King on his shoulders.
JJ: And Warrior going for the War Plunge, King better have an emergency exit.
Warrior takes a deep breath before lunging in the air, King Carter however is able to once again shimmy his way out in mid-air and pulls off the King-Kutter! Both men are visibly affected by the maneuver, King Carter takes a lot of time but is able to finally drape his arm over Warrior’s chest. One….Two….Thr-Rope Break by Warrior! King is pissed as he covers again, despite his drained fatigue. This time, Warrior kicks out at two and a half. King Carter, obviously annoyed, is able to limp to a corner and imitate Warrior by stalking him.
JJ: And King going for the..uh…
Larry: The Rage?
Just as Warrior makes it back up, King charges at full speed. He is about to collide when Warrior pulls off a surprise of his own, Warrior lunges forward and nails the Rage! Both men are down as the crowd erupts in cheers, Warrior is able to crawl back up to his feet. Not wanting to take any more chances, Warrior picks up the nearly- unconscious King Carter and irish whips him to the ropes. Just as King is returning, Warrior once again lunges forward and nearly murders him with the second consecutive Rage and the third overall one of the evening. Warrior goes for the pin.
One…Two…Three!
John Walt: And here is your winner by pinfall...Warrior! And with that, King Carter is no longer President of EUW!
Warrior celebrates some in the ring before his daughter comes running to the ring. Warrior rolls out as the two hug on the ramp before Warrior lifts her into his arms and they go to the back. King eventually comes to and appears in shock as he comes to the realization of what has gone on. With King in a state of mental delusion and utter shock, one of the referees attempts to get him to the back. King is reluctant to help as he eventually makes his way out of the ring and to the back himself.
JJ: Talk about messed up.
Larry: I don’t know if he’ll ever be the same. To see Pangaea be destroyed, and in the very same night, to be removed from such a position as President of EUW.
JJ: Bummer.
Larry: Bummer? Of all the ways you could respond to that, and you pick bummer?
JJ: Yeah, you got a problem with bummer?
Larry: Ugh. What did I do to get stuck with a broadcast partner like you?
