Post by Commissioner Warrior™ on Dec 30, 2008 4:44:48 GMT -5
Besieged opens to a packed to the brim Toronto Skydome holding close to 68,000 fans each screaming and ready for Besieged to get underway. The camera moves to the stage where several fireworks go off. Following the pyro, the feed cuts straight to Warrior's office where he is standing in front of his desk. His daughter Kendra can be seen seated in the leather chair placed behind his desk, leaning back. Warrior takes a moment to allow the crowd to calm so he can be heard, before beginning to speak.
Warrior: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the final EUW event of the year. This is EUW's most interactive event of the year as well, Besieged. EUW.com received a mind-blowing amount of votes over the past few weeks, and they've left us with some interesting voting results, to say the least. Up first, we're going to have our opening contest where we'll see six of EUW's finest newcomers taking each other to get a title shot. The question remains, what title will they be getting a shot at? Normally, I would reveal the results of the voting now, but I think I'd like to build the suspense just a bit more. So, you and the winner of that six man elimination match will find out, just after that match concludes. So, without further ado, let the show begin!
The camera returns to the arena where Damien Muir has already made his way to the ring, as he now anticipates the arrival of his opponents. "F*ck the World" by Insane Clown Posse starts to blast through the speakers and smoke surrounds the stage area. As Reaper, wearing a black hooded robe, rises up to the stage flames burst around him. Reaper stands there for a moment and shortly after reaching the top of the stage Reaper throws back the hood and spits a blood red mist into the air. He then procedes to walk straight to the ring where he slides under the bottom rope. He climbs to the 2nd rope between the turnbuckles on each side of the ring and raises his fist. When the camera shows his face you see the blood still trickling from the ends of his mouth. When he's finished posing to the crowd he goes to his corner and waits.
**The ring announcer steps into the center of the ring and the crowd gets quiet. The ring announcer looks around and then clears his throat**
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman, making his way down the aisle, being accompanied to the ring by his manager, Dean Christopher, weighing in at 235 lbs, from Charlotte North Carolina, The Reflection of Perfection....SEAN ENGLAND!
**The crowd erupts into a loud chorus of boos, as the EUWTRON clicks on to reveal a large football field. One by one, the members of the Charlotte North Carolina Marching Band make their way out onto the field. The band conductor waves his baton in the air, and they begin to play "Perfection".**
Larry Boer: And listen to this crowd! They dispise this guy!
JJ: I can't blame them. I am supposed to be unbias but this guy makes even me want to hate him.
**The curtain shuffles and Dean Christoper steps through holding his small black staff in the air. The crowd gets a look at the staff before booing even louder. Next, Sean England steps through, carrying a bottle of water and a black towel**
JJ: Look at the arrogance! Its dripping from him!
**Sean smirks at the booing fans before allowing himself to be lead down the aisle by Dean Christopher. Once he reaches the bottom, he jumps up onto the apron with perfect grace before climbing into the ring**
The eerie music begins to play, allowing the crowd and anyone watching to realize exactly who is about to appear. After a few seconds The Jester emerges at the top of the ramp, equipped with trademark cane and shuffling his deck of cards in his free hand. He slowly drifts down to the ring, he gives off an essence of unknown as he never lets us or his opponents in or give any signs of emotion. He takes a moment to stare out his opponent(s) usually psyching them out straight away, he makes his way up the steps - stamping every step he takes again aiming to strike fear into the heart of his opponent(s). He stands head tilted still with the purple spotlight covering him, giving off a deranged look in the direction of the other competitors.
Linkin Park's "Qwerty" starts its opening guitar riff and a mix of lights and lasers shoots around the arena. Timothy Echo steps out, raises both arms and smiles. The music continues and Tim moves to the ring, slapping hands along the way, pointing to various fans and nodding his head to the music.
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 camera 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 bell rings as the action gets started immediately. Everyone seems to pair off as people start unloading on each other. In the center of the ring, Damien Muir starts a brawl with The Jester. Muir grabs Jester and whips him into the ropes, as Jester comes back, Muir catches him with an STO that drives him clean into the mat. Near the corner, Timothy Echo and Sean England have started exchanging blows as well. England has Echo in the corner as he climbs the turnbuckle and suddenly hits a hurricanrana on Echo that sends him rolling to the center of the ring. The move sends Timothy into Muir, who wasn't quite far enough away from the action. The impact knocks Muir to the ground as Echo tries to get to his feet.
JJ: There are so many people in this match that they keep bumping into each other.
On the other side of the ring, 415 and Reaper are going at it possibly rougher than anyone else. The two are exchanging stiff right hands when 415 whips Reaper into the ropes. Reaper comes back and 415 catches him with a big spinebuster, driving him into the mat. Damien Muir suddenly comes out of nowhere and clotheslines 415, sending him to the mat. Reaper gets to his feet, turning to Damien Muir and landing an elbow that makes him stagger. With Muir reeling, Reaper grabs him and suddenly hits the FTW Driver which he links to a pinfall for 1...2...3! Reaper celebrates, but turns only for 415 to catch him with the Hunter's Edge. The move connects and 415 hooks the leg for 1...2...and 3!
John Walt: Damien Muir and Reaper have been eliminated!
Larry: There's not just one, but two out of this match.
On the other side of the ring, The Jester and Sean England are going at it on the other side of the ring now. England goes to kick Jester in the mid-section, but Jester catches it. England retaliates though by leaping into the air and nailing an enziguri that knocks Jester to the mat. England grabs Jester and lifts him to a seated position though, and locks on a sleeper hold. Jester is starting to fade now, as the referee goes to check him. Jester's arm is lifted into the air once, and drops without life. A second time it goes up, and comes down just the same. Just as his arm is dropped the third time though, Jester stops it mid-fall as he begins to get to his feet and elbows England off of him. Jester pushes him away, and England staggers as Jester runs and bounces off the ropes, coming back and landing a spear the nearly rips England in half. Jester turns though, only for Timothy Echo to catch him with a kick to the gut before hitting the West Coast Crisis. Echo hooks the leg on Jester for 1...2...and 3!
John Walt: The Jester has been eliminated!
Echo gets to his feet as Jester is rolled out of the ring, but England is right on him. England lifts Jester to his feet, kicking him in the gut and landing a snap suplex. From behind him though, 415 clubs him in the back. England staggers as he turns to 415, who kicks him in the gut and suddenly hits a piledriver. The move connects perfectly as England is driven into the mat. 415 gets to his feet and looks to go for the turnbuckle, but Echo hits a dropkick that knocks 415 into the ropes. Echo grabs him, whipping him into the opposite ropes. 415 bounces off as Echo catches him with a hip toss. Echo is ready to capitalize just as England hits a dropkick on Echo, causing him to stagger. England gets back to his feet as he hits a ddt on Echo. 415 goes after England though, catching him with a kick to the gut followed by a fameasser. 415 looks to Echo, who is still on the ground, and sees his chance. 415 scales the turnbuckle, suddenly coming off the top rope with Fire in the Sky. The move connects on Echo as 415 hooks the leg for 1...2...and 3!
John Walt: Timothy Echo has been eliminated!
JJ: And we're down to two! It's finally come to a head. Sean England, and 415.
415 gets up off of Echo, just as England gets to his feet as well. England grabs 415 and whips him into the ropes. 415 comes off as England goes to grab him, but 415 counters and ducks around England. Sean turns only for 415 to catch him with a huge t-bone suplex. The move connects as 415 hooks the leg for 1...2...but England kicks out. 415 looks desperate now as he lifts England to his feet. He goes to finish it now, grabbing England for the Hunger's Edge. England fights out of it though with a barrage of elbows. England ducks around behind 415 and grabs him for a back suplex. Sean lifts, but 415 makes a full flip behind England and lands on his feet. 415 whips England around and grabs him, this time landing the Hunter's Edge perfectly as he then hooks the leg for 1...2...and 3!
John Walt: Here is your winner...415!
415 celebrates as England rolls out of the ring and solemnly makes his way to the back. “Mescalero” by ZZ Top hits the arena as the Commissioner steps out onto the entrance ramp with a microphone in hand. Warrior raises the microphone and begins to speak after turning and eying Sean England as he goes to the back.
Warrior: Well, let me be the first to congratulate you on your victory 415. Now, here comes the interesting thing. Our fans are quite vocal about their opinions, and we found out this year that they really can't agree on a thing. The voting for this match was tight as everyone had a very definitive view as to what kind of reward the winner should get. Things were tight, and the results were as follows. 27.2% of the votes went to the choice of a World Heavyweight Championship shot. Then, in something that shocked even me. Both the choices of Tag Team Championship shot and Pure Championship shot got an equal 36.3% of the votes. So this leaves me with a dilemma. I thought on it, and since you earned your spot, I'm going to let you pick from one of these two. You have until Monday to inform me of your decision, so you'll be able to think on it. If you don't have an answer for me by then, I'll simply have to pick for you.
Warrior smirks as he walks backstage. In the ring, 415 looks pleased with the way things have ended up, as he celebrates a bit more before exiting to the back, with an accomplished look on his face. In addition, 415 appears to be trying to think about which title he wants a shot at.
Backstage, you could see a visibly worn out Sean England, "Mr. Perfect", making his way through the halls to his locker room. His head was down, be it from the loss or from fatigue. Either way, he stepped to the door and went to turn the handle, but as he did, CHOK, a massive throwing axe pierced and splintered in to the wood beside his head. Startled, England jumped back and looked around to see if there was any more weaponry to be thrown at him. When the coast was clear, he looked back at his door and from the end of the axe was a large scroll of browned, olden and ragged paper. Upon it was fresh writing where the ink had begun to drip down. He cautiously lifted up the script to read it.
"I'm not finished with ye yet, lad.
This Monday, I already have the deed done.
Sean England vs. Brett Cross
In a Mead Hall Brawl."
When he finished, Sean England looked up in disbelief and frustration before the cameras faded.
“Mescalero” by ZZ Top hits the arena as Warrior steps out onto the stage once more with a microphone in hand.
Warrior: Hello again. You'll be seeing me quite a bit tonight to hear about the results of voting. And especially for this match, I wanted to be here to announce the results. So, without further ado, let's get a referee out for this match. We can't well start it without one. So, the winning choice, with a landslide 61.9% of the vote. After a miraculous recovery, my good friend is back with us today. Ladies and gentlemen, your special guest referee for this match...Tom “The Eh” Roberts!
At the start of Beautiful Mourning, the lights of the arena circle and flash reds, the arena cast in to near darkness at the fade of each flash. The camera turns to point towards the entrance gate, and makes it there in time to catch a fountain of sparks that shoots up from the gate at the signal of the first words of the song. The song continues with heavy drumming, although the strumming has slowed, and Tom makes his way down the ramp, adjusting a snazzy new referee shirt and looking about the ring. The shouted vocals continue as Tom ventures to the ring. He stops at ringside and glances about, as the lyrics calm a bit. During this calm, Tom makes his way in to the ring by hopping up to the apron and then climbing in under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, he turns and waits for the participants of the match to arrive so he can do his job for the night.
The lights go out....Suddenly "Falling Down" by Rev Theory begins.....Just as the song crescendos the arena is filled with light from an amazing fireworks display On the Titantron we see "Mr. L.A." fly onto the screen. A single light shines down on the entrance way. Slowly Christian Stephens begins to rise from the floor. His back is turned from the ring. He's wearing a huge fur coat. Slowly he turns soaking in the response from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring randomly pointing at the crowd. He jumps up onto the apron and enters the ring. Christian enters the ring and proceeds to the farthest turnbuckle. He gets up on the corner and lifts both arms. His hands form the "F.T.B." hand gesture. The crowd boos but Christian shrugs it off. He jumps down and turns to get ready for his match.
As the march of Hermod's Ride to Hell commences, the crowd cheers in anticipation. For the entirety of the intro, the crowd stomps their feet in tune with the drums. Then when the two guitars begin to play together Brett Cross 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.
"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.
Cross charges both opponents, Christian and Joe Dark each duck a clothesline. Christian and Dark then rebound, run for Cross, but before they make it to him Christian trips Dark and gets out of dodge.
JJ: And there goes Christian, sneaking out of the match already.
Cross reaches down, picks up Dark and quickly powerbombs him in to the turnbuckle. As soon as he does, Christian slides back in when Cross has his back to him and clubs him in the back. Cross turns and attempts the Hammer Mjollnir, but Christian ducks it and drop kicks Cross in to the ropes. Cross hits the ropes and goes over, spilling out of the ring. Christian then turns Dark over and hooks the leg, but Dark kicks out quickly. Both men stand and Christian and Dark lock up.
Larry: Nice little bit of action there to start the match
JJ: We've had two moves, three tops. Chill out.
Dark spins out of the hold and hammer-locks Christian, then Christian turns out of the hold and arm-bars Joe Dark. Joe Dark uses the turnbuckle to flip on to Stephens and hurricanrana's his way out of the hold. Christian rolls through the flip and gets to his feet. Joe Dark runs over, attempting a drop-kick, but Christian pushes his feet out of the way. When Joe Dark hits the mat, Christian goes for an elbow drop but Dark then rolls out of the way. Dark gets up and goes for an elbow of his own but Christian saw that coming, too. Both men stand and hit eachother in the jaw with strong haymakers sending each man to the mat. Tom claps his hands in approval, enjoying the showing between these two men he has a ton of history with.
Larry: Good chain wrestling, there!
JJ: And Tom Roberts is sure enjoying himself in there. It must be great to be returning from such a scary, scary injury.
Then, Brett Cross slowly made his way back in to the mix, and lifted up both men by their hair. He looked between them and then tossed aside Christian, deciding to turn to dismantle Joe Dark. Brett kneed Joe Dark hard to the stomach before then lifting him up on to his shoulders, wrapping him in to a torture rack.
Larry: What strength!
JJ: And what a hold, his body is twisting in a very ugly fashion!
Tom made his way over and, standing on his tip-toes, asked if Dark wanted to quit - he did not. Brett locked in the hold and applied more pressure, wrenching Joe backwards, in half, over his shoulders but Joe refused to quit. Brett pulled in to the hold more, and Joe Dark slowly looked like he began to fade.
JJ: There he goes, Dark is losing it! His back may be snapped in two!
Then, as Cross is showing off to the crowd his strength to keep Joe Dark on his shoulders for so long, he turned right in to a massive spear from Christian Stephens that sent him flying and Joe Dark falling out of the ring over the top rope. Stephens hooked the leg! 1! 2! Kick-out by Cross!
Larry: That was a brilliant move by Captain Cali, but Cross is just to big, to strong.
Christian then mounted the bigger man and began to rain down on him with rights and lefts before getting up and stomping on him a few times for good measure. Christian then stepped back, pleased with his work, and pushed the hair from his eyes. He smirked and watched Cross slowly rise to his hands and knees. Then, Christian ran forward, used the big back of Cross for a stepping stone, hopped to the top turnbuckle and then jumped off of it backwards, going horizontal in mid-air and planting a rough elbow in to Cross' back. Cross let out a yell as Christian struggled to turn the big man over and pin him. 1! 2! Still not three! Cross kicked out at 2 and a half.
JJ: And there's another near fall. Does Christian really think he can beat the big man like that?
Larry: You ever think he may just be wearing him down? You should know it takes energy to kick out of a pin, too...
Christian then pulled him in to a sitting position and locked in the Sunset Strip! Stephens was barely able to get his arms around the big man, but he somehow managed to lock in the hold. Roberts slid in again, having to ask a different former partner if he was going to quit, this time. Cross also refused.
JJ: Well if wearing him down is the plan, this oughta do it.
Christian wrenched in the hold, holding it tight and pulling back on Cross' head. He kept the sleeper going, if Cross wasn't going to submit then Stephens was going to cut off all the blood to his brain, and Christian didnt keep that plan to himself, shouting to Cross to "tap out or you'll pass out." Tom checked the arm. Once, no response. Twice, no response. Then, on the third check, out of nowhere, Joe Dark hit Christian in the head with a step-up enzugiri, the step being Brett Cross' chest.
JJ: Ha! What a move!
Joe Dark went for the pin on Christian 1! 2! Kick-out.
Joe Dark then stomped down on Christian once before lifting him up and running him across the ring to bash his head in to one turnbuckle. Then, with a handful of hair, Dark turned him and then brought him down with a rough-looking bulldog. Joe Dark then scaled the same turnbuckle all the way to the top, let out a yell to the crowd which responded with massive cheers and then dove off, leg-dropping Stephens right across the throat. The impact sent a shock all the way up Joe Dark's spine so he fell to the side for a moment in pain before rolling back over on to Christian. 1! 2! 3? No! A kick-out and 2 and three quarters, Christian would not give in so easy.
Larry: Now Christian is the one who will not give in easy.
JJ: But look at the fire by Joe Dark. He's inspired tonight for sure.
Joe Dark rolled back off, holding his back in pain, but then in came Cross and lifted Joe Dark on to his feet. Cross then locked in a full-nelson and picked Dark up high before slamming him down on to Christian's gut. Cross then dragged Joe Dark back off of Christian and whipped him over in to the ropes. On the rebound, he then nearly decapitated Joe Dark with a huge big boot to the face.
JJ:No matter what Joe Dark and Christian did to eachother, they couldnt get the upper hand, and then after they always have to worry about the beast Brett Cross who refuses to go down, too!
Brett turned away from Joe Dark and went back to Christian who was slowly getting to his feet. Cross reached down to grab Stephens, but he was merely playing possum and thumbed Cross to the eye as soon as he came close.
Larry: Haha! Dont be so sure! There's the kink in the armor, JJ!
Then, Christian ran back to the ropes, jumped up and flipped off of them, lionsaulting on to Brett Cross, who merely caught him over his right shoulder. With one hand covering his eye and his other holding Christian over his shoulder, Cross looked like he was about to flip Christian off of him, but Stephens somehow managed to squirm out and pull Cross down with a back-cracker. Cross rolled to the side in pain and Christian popped up, tapping the side of his head, show boating to the crowd that he was the one wrestling smart today, regardless of not making the cover after a high impact move like that.
Larry: I love it, I love it, I love it!
JJ: But why no pin?
Larry: You yell at him when he pins, and you yell at him when he doesnt. Just enjoy the damn match, man!
Christian noticed Dark about to stir, using the turnbuckle to help him stand. So, he ran in, hit Dark with a few quick elbows to the back, and then lifted him up backwards on to the turnbuckle, and crawled up after him. Christian then stood on the second rope, with Joe Dark on his shoulders.
JJ: What is Christian thinking, now?
Larry: It looks like a top-rope electric chair!
JJ: Well... whatever works, I guess!
Christian, who was then at the second rope, looked around to the crowd who'd gone hush seeing their beloved Joe Dark so high in the air, and then he decided to take it one step further and climbed all the way to the top!
JJ: This balance is incredible!
Then, with Christian almost on the top rope, Cross ran in stood in under Christian, putting him in to an electric chair of his own!
Larry: Oh my go- Holy shi- Wow! It's a three man tall tower! Joe Dark has to be damn near ten feet high in the air!
Joe Dark, all the way on the top, wobbled a bit as Cross entered the fray but, luckily for him, didnt fall.
JJ: Joe Dark, if Cross plants them with this, probably won't even land in the damn ring! He's going to fall an additional four feet out of there!
Joe Dark wobbled again and Cross planted his feet, ready to send them both backwards, and then The Ladies Man came up with a plan. Flipping backwards with both legs wrapped about Christian's head, he took Christian off of Cross' shoulders with a reverse hurricanrana! Joe Dark fell right behind Cross awkwardly on his knees but didn't seem to be to drastically hurt but Christian was sent flying, heading for out of the ring!
JJ: I cant look! I cant look!
But instead, Stephens' stomach caught the top rope. The rope gave and then snapped Christian back in to the ring, and when it did he flipped and landed on his feet before falling to his knees as well and holding his stomach.
JJ: Is it over? Is he dead?
Larry: Come out from under the desk you idiot, he lived. ...Somehow.
Dark held his ankle and rolled out of the ring, Tom followed to the ropes to make sure he was okay. But behind his back, Cross locked in the doubled over Christian Stephens in to The Chariot. Then, with a yell he flung him, planting him with the finisher! Cross quickly made his way over and hooked the leg!
JJ: There it is, there it is! There's the high impact move quickly followed with a finisher, and then a quick cover as well. That, Larry, is how you win a match!
1! 2! 3?
No! Joe Dark flies in out of nowhere and breaks up the pin by blasting Cross in the back of the head with a lead pipe!
JJ: And now the match breaks down. Great wrestling is put aside now as the tools come out.
Cross rolled off of Christian Stephens in pain and Dark pursued, cracking him one more time in the ribs with the pipe before turning to Stephens. Joe Dark made his way over, holding the pipe up high, ready to give the death blow to Christian Stephens as well, but then out of nowhere he's roped in to a small package! 1! 2! Kick-out!
Larry: Almost! Almost!
Stephens rolls out of the ring following the near fall, but Dark isnt letting up. Like a man possessed he follows Christian to the edge of the ring, but as he reaches over, Stephens jumps up and catches Dark's jaw over the top rope. Dark stumbles back, holding his throat, and Christian, too, begins to rummage beneath the apron.
JJ: We've got one lead pipe so far, what's Christian going to pull out?
Christian pulls out one item first, but that's slipped in to his wrestling tights right away. Then, he yanks out a large table, and then quickly pulls out a sledgehammer as well.
Larry: How about everything, JJ. He'll pull out everything.
Christian then grabbed the sledgehammer and slid in to the ring gingerly, holding his ribs. He made his way over to Dark who was still struggling to regain breath and as Dark turned to him, Christian brought the hammer in to his face, right between the eyes. Dark spun from the hit and fell to the mat, his forehead opened up instantly.
Larry: And there's the first drop of blood in this fight.
JJ: I was sure off on the over/under, I could have sworn this would have broken down earlier!
Christian Stephens then made his way over to Cross who was at his feet and swung the hammer at him as well, but Cross caught it! Christian's eyes opened wide as the two men were locked in a power struggle, but then Cross kneed Stephens hard in the stomach and snapped the sledgehammer in half over his knee. He then took the handle side of it and broke that over Christian's head, and took the hammer itself and smashed that in to Christian's stomach. Now Christian was busted open as well.
Larry: And there's drop number two!
JJ: It doesnt look like its just drops to me..
Cross tossed both weapons aside and then slid out of the ring as both Dark and Stephens were out of it. Cross was not going to be content with just a victory now that the gloves were off. He retrieved the table from outside the ring and slid that in, then quickly stood it up just next to one corner of the ring. Then he slid out once more and pulled out something small and a large container. As he stood, he held the container up high and let out a yell to loud cheers from the arena as they realized what it was, gasoline.
JJ: Oh man, oh man. That's not something that you play around with.
Larry: Cross did say this would be a war waged in fire...
Cross entered in to the ring once more and dumped the gasoline down on to the table top. Then, as he was about to light the matches, the other item he retrieved, Joe Dark ran up behind him and began to rain clubbing blows down on Cross' back.
JJ: And where is this second wind coming from?!
Larry: This kid just won't die!
Cross fell forward on to the table and Joe Dark hit him a few more times while he was down for good measure. Then, he turned back to the center of the ring, looking like he had a good idea, but as he did the crowd began to boo, and Dark walked right in to a brass knuckled fist from Christian Stephens. Christian tossed his hair back from his face that was now more closely described as a crimson mask.
JJ: This match cant end! I dont know how it could!
Christian stumbled about, obviously out of it from having a sledgehammer's handle broken over his head, and then fell in to the cover on Joe Dark. Tom slid in for the pin. 1! 2! 3!
NO! Kick-out by Joe Dark again! Christian rolled off of the cover, and it was hard to tell if he knew there was a kick-out at all. But then, as he rolled off of it, a loud woosh could be heard, and the crowd let out a loud cheer.
JJ: Cross is back up!
Larry: And that table is on FIRE!
Cross made his way over to the two men and picked up Dark first. Cross dragged him to his feet by his hair and then lifted him up with both hands about his throat and walked him over to the ring-ropes. Cross then lifted him high in the air, up and over the top ropes, but then when he dropped him, Joe Dark managed to hold on to the top rope and stand on the apron! Dark swung a dazed right hand at the head of Brett Cross but Cross blocked it and smashed his forehead in to the bloodied forehead of The Ladies Man. Joe Dark over-sold it for the crowd, jumping off the apron and landing in the first row of seats perfectly.
JJ: That blow sent the dazed Joe Dark flying!
Larry: Flying right in to those EUW fans! They sure are getting what they paid for if this match alone isnt enough for them!
JJ: That's for sure, Larry. This is vintage EUW action!
Cross then turned back towards the corner where the table was set up and looked up just in time to see Stephens jumping off the top turnbuckle, over the flaming table, aiming to hit Cross with a top rope hurricanrana! But as he came off the turnbuckle, Cross stepped to the side, clasped his fists together and, when Stephens finished his turn, blasted him in mid-air with The Hammer Mjollnir, sending him crashing through the flaming table. Cross fell in to the pin, both of them laying in a pile of burning debris and Tom counted the pinfall. 1! 2! 3!
Tom quickly helped Christian and Cross out of the burning fire and kicked it out of the ring, figuring the rubber mats outside the ring where a far safer place for it, and then called for medics to come down for these men. Cross slowly got to his feet and stood next to his former mentor, Tom Roberts, who raised his hand high before giving him a big hug. The EUW medical unit made their way down the ramp and split up to check on Joe Dark and Christian Stephens as Tom Roberts and Brett Cross raised their hands in the middle of the ring.
JJ: What an ending, that's a great sight. To see that the student is showing all he's learned to the master.
Larry: I think that Tom can be proud of all the men in this match, he knew them all quite well.
The camera pans to different points in the arena, illuminating various fans in attendance. A couple is shown, holding each other tenderly in their arms. Realizing that they were on TV, they wave in unison and smile. Panning around the arena once again, fans holding signs proudly come into view.
“XPLODE - THE STRATEGIC ASSASSIN!”
“DAGGERSON - FOREVER LETHAL!”
“MDA - PURE!”
And many other signs are shown. As the last hand made material is shown, a voice is heard over the arena loudspeaker..
“And now, we bring you another exciting episode of the EUW’s own pay per view talk show… EUW SHOWDOWN! Put your hands together fro our host of the evening… Mark PRIMETIME Rivera!”
The crowd begins to cheer as the camera pans over to another area of the arena that is set up nicely. 3 chairs come into view as they rest upon a make shift stage. A red carpet is laid neatly over the wooden stage. A few potted plants sit gingerly at each corner. Lastly, a TV monitor slowly lowers from the ceiling landing center stage with the words “EUW SHOWDOWN” in clear view.
Walking unto the stage to the cheers of the fans, Primetime waves. Dressed in a posh designer suit, he removes his dark shades and bows to the many cheering fans.
“Hello….”
The fans do not let up as they scream in unison “PRIME TIME PRIME TIME”
Smiling, Primetime waves and bows once again before speaking once more…
“Wow… LOOK WHERE WE ARE! BESIEGED! And make no mistake about it… this IS the EUW! This is the only event where you the fans, get to decide the circumstances that our talented superstars are put through. And what a night so far.. huh??”
Once again, the crowd reacts in applause.
“I mean, the EUW never disappoints so this should not be a surprise. Canada… you people are AMAZING. Though, it is pretty cold out here. I was hunting the other day in your marvelous woods when I shot a duck. It was sooooooo cold that the damn duck shattered!”
Laughing is overheard from the fans.
“So, without further adieu…let me get to my special guest, or should I say guests for this evening. They are a team that no one would have thought possible. Let me set up the background here in a way only primetime can do..
One member of this team is a downright rookie but you wouldn’t know it from the way he performs. Was he misunderstood or just an enigma? Whatever he is.. He would like to have you all refer to him as the VINDICATOR! Put your hands together for James Vincent!
His partner, wow… he really needs to introduction.”
The crowd instantly loses it with screams and applause. The sound is ear piercing.
“This man is a former Olympic champion, a martial arts champion, and a 5 time UFC Champion. Please welcome.. CHRIS SABORA!”
Vincent and Sabora both find their way unto the stage. The crowd, responding in screams.
Primetime: “Have a seat.”
Both men find a seat as Primetime begins the show.
Primetime: “So, you both are like the new rock legends around here. Chris, are you excited?”
Sabora: “You bet your ass I am excited. This crowd is ready, we are ready… CANADA IS READY!”
Primetime: “Then let me get straight to the point. Chris, this partner of yours… do you think this is a formula for victory? HE loves to down talk you every chance he gets.”
Before Chris can respond, James Vincent places his hand upon Sabora’s shoulder. He elects to answer instead…
Vincent: "Chris? I don't agree with your philosophies on life. In this business the fans like to divide the roster into the "good" and "bad" guys. I think it's bullshit and has turned the sport into a weekly soap opera. I don't like it but it fills seats and puts food on the tables, especially in these times.
However, after watching you fight in the past couple of weeks you are the real deal. Unlike the other roster members, you strive for something more and I respect that. I am proud to fight along side you this monday."
Primetime: "Well, Vindicator, if you could work with anyone, who would it be?"
Vincent: "Besides Sabora obviously, I would love to collaborate with Xplode in the future. I love his tenacity in the ring, he definately get's it from his father. He's poised and has his eyes on the prize, despite being on the losing end. He also wants to make his own legacy instead of riding his fathers. I respect both of those qualities. I'm definately rooting for him in his Championship match and I am positive X is going to deliver."
Primetime: "Chris, the company as a whole.. you are changing things. Any comments?"
Sabora: "I can only hope that my actions inspire others to live by my two morals.. Honor and Respect. So far, the EUW has taken to it fine enough. A true ideal is only followed by action.. i fully intend on leading by example."
Primetime: "Vincent.. any final thoughts?"
Vincent: "Fusion, Octane? You may have won the battle last week but you are going to lose the war tonight. You can use that shitty win to pad your confidence but it means nothing. Your "reign of terror" is over my friends. But it's christmas , the season of giving. So after the match I'll take you two the to the EUW shop and buy you fellas some nice replica belts. You can bring your friend Xander too because......"
Without warning... the lights suddenly flicker and burn out. Frantically looking around, Primetime yells at the stage workers nearby to check the power supply. As Sabora and Vincent remain seated, Primetime addresses the newly chaotic crowd...
Primetime: "Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain seated. We seem to be having some issues with the power. If you can not hear me in the back rows, please ask a nearby spectator what is going on. We will return power as soon as possible."
The crowd stirs in nervousness as the lights remain out. After speaking to his two guests, Primetime decides to end the show.
Primetime: "Ladies and gentlemen... please. Please listen. Due to time constraints, we are going to wrap up Showdown and once the power returns, our pay per view will continue as......."
Suddenly, the lights flicker once again. A thick fog begins to surround the arena causing many fans to cough. The air begins to smell stuffy, as if being in a dark cave. Waving his hands in frustration, Primetime glances about in search of answers. The answer finds him.
The titantron suddenly illuminates the arena as it springs to life. The crowd as turns to see what the fuss is. Primetime, shaking his head, looks to the Titantron as well. Unfortunately... the only thing displayed is static.
(silence and the sounds of static)
Shades of blacks and white spread across the screen. Electronic snow, giving away nothing, slowly evaporates. As an image becomes visible, a long tree is seen sitting on a small patch of grass in the still of the night. As the camera zooms in on the tree, green leaves are given the spotlight as tiny fruit seedlings begin their growth. From a source unknown, a soft voice speaks. This female voice speaks in a slow, emotionless manner.
“When I first met him, he was so full of life and yet...life was not important to him.”
The camera now pans down, further along the trunk of the tree. It’s ridges visible, ants crawl about in search of sap. A black metal gate can vaguely be seen behind the tree. The voice continues..
“He was an angel, a man whom walked alone but stood for so many. An icon or a spirit of redemption.
As the camera continues to pan downward, we see damp blades of grass. The previous rains, still leaving their mark upon the earth, welcome the viewer as the camera continues along until it reaches a mound of dirt. This dirt rests in front of a slab of stone.
“This man meant so much to so many and yet, his past failures still found a need to make him pay for his sins..”
The stone slab is more prominent now, words clearly are upon it. Yet, in the shadows… they are un-readable. Thunder is overheard now as droplets of rain once again pelt the stone as water slides down to the earth below.
“What if these sins were not enough to keep him at rest? What if the pain and agony that he walked this earth with fueled him instead, causing him to return once more?.”
As a bolt of lightning suddenly strikes the tombstone before the viewer, words can be quickly read. “Here lies Oblivion” is written upon the dirty, weathered stone.
“I am Brenda Johnson… PHD in Sports Medicine, and I have been witness to these events. He has returned.... The Countdown will begin again.”
And with one last flash of lightning… the screen once again returns to snowy static.
(Silence and sounds of static)
"What... the... hell?" asks Primetime as he stares into the now black titantron. The lights return to normal as the fog begins to disperse. The crowd reacts with cheers louder than ever.
"We.. now.. return.. you... uuh. Well, back to the show?" replies Primetime as the camera returns to ringside.
The feed cuts backstage to the Dogs of War locker room where everyone seems to have picked a corner as they prepare. Xander sits alone, taping his wrists silently. Fusion speaks from across the room at him.
Chance Fusion: You ready for Michael tonight Xander?
Xander looks up, almost surprised by this remark.
Xander X: I can handle Michael. The real question is, can you two handle Chris Sabora and James Vincent. You're up next.
Superbitch looks at Michael and speaks before Chance gets the chance.
Superbitch: Handle them? Look at this man. My future husband, he can handle anything. I think the only thing we have to worry about is Princess Firepower losing track of her place and messing things up out there.
Firepower goes to charge Superbitch at this comment, but Hi Octane quickly stands and holds her back.
Firepower: He's Hi Octane! He could handle this match with or without me out there. I'll be there though. I'll be there to make sure you don't mess things up Superbitch. I don't know why you'd add the 'super' to that. You don't really need it to describe yourself correctly.
Fusion quickly gets to his feet and holds back Superbitch as both her and Firepower are about to go at it.
Chance: Calm down Amy. You too Firepower. Look, whether we leave tonight as a unit or not, we're going to go out there as one. The Dogs of War are united. All of us. If tonight is the end, then we go out with a bang.
Octane: Chance is right. Like Xander said, we're up next. And let's go out there swinging. Because, while I believe the Dogs of War should go out with a bang if tonight truly is the end, I'm going nowhere if this Tag Title is still around my waist. And neither are we.
The camera cuts back to the arena where various bodyguards and trainers wearing black polo shirts make their way unto the arena stage, Chris walks out onto the entranceway to a huge pop from the fans. With both hands on his hips, he looks around the arena and smiles. Making his way to the ramp entrance, Chris points both hands up in the air as fireworks explode. "Bleed for me" by Saliva pounds the audio as Chris Makes his way to the ring. Rolling under the ropes, Chris bounces around and checks the tape on his hands. Walking to the nearest turnbuckle, Chris climbs to the top and raises both hands to the heavens as golden fireworks are showered upon him.
“Cult of Personality” by Living Colour kicks in and James Vincent makes his way onto the stage. Blue fireworks shoot out forwards into the crowd away from James and on both sides of the ramp. James gets down on one knee. Looks down for a split second and sticks his arms out like offering and rubs his fingers just before the fireworks go off. Right when they do go off James lifts his head up swinging his hair back and doing an arm gesture similar to Randy Orton's just when the pyro goes off. James jumps to his feet quickly and struts towards the ring showboating. He doesn't high five the fans but he finds someone in the crowd and puts his shades on the fan. He usually does this while heading down the ramp. James climbs into the arena and hangs his vest on his turnbuckle. He runs over to one of the corners and does a pose on the top similar to The Rock's pose. He also turns his head to the right and begins to strategize with his partner.
'SuperBeast' by Rob Zombie plays in the arena, Chance Fusion, Superbitch, Princess Firepower, and Hi Octane come through the curtain as red, orange, and gold sparks ran from the ceiling. They look at each other and walk down the entrance ramp, Hi Octane pulling Princess Firepower behind him and Fusion and Superbitch hand in hand. All four slide into the ring and go to a turn buckle. They raise their arms for the crowd and jump down to meet in the center of the ring. Princess Firepower raises the arm of Hi Octane as Superbitch and Fusion merely glare into the crowd.
Suddenly a feed comes across the titantron of Warrior standing tall in his office. He smirks before giving the fans a few simple words.
Warrior: Thought you were going to find out what happens to the losers? Not just yet. I figured I'd raise your hopes though. I'll let these two teams worry about the Tag Team Championships, and after the match the losers will get to find out their consequences.
The bell rings as Chance Fusion decides that it will be him that starts the tag team match off against his current rival, Chris Sabora. The crowd is on Sabora and Vincent’s side as Chris Sabora and Chance Fusion start the match up by getting into a collar and elbow tie-up. Vincent is able to slam Chance’s neck down and begin to pound away on his back with several clubbing forearms, but Chance also clubs Sabora in the back of the legs as he tries to get Sabora to stop with the clubbing. Chris finally does stop his club attacks, but only to get behind Chance and lock him in a hammerlock. The hammerlock forces Fusion to stand straight up and swing around trying to land elbows on Sabora’s jaw line, but these go unsuccessful as Fusion’s reach just isn’t enough. Sabora finally releases the hammerlock, but almost instantaneously with releasing the hammerlock, Sabora throws a wild forearm into the back of Chance Fusion’s head which ultimately makes him stumble forward.
JJ: What a blow. Sabora nearly knocked Fusion's head off there.
Sabora quickly runs at Chance Fusion and grabs him by the back of the head and drives his face into the mat with a single arm bulldog. From here, Sabora quickly sinks in a chinlock on Chance Fusion, trying to wear him down and end the match early so that he can become the EUW Tag Team champion. Fusion, however, refuses to go down easily as he begins to push his body up and gets up to a knee. Once here the tag champ begins to fire elbows into Sabora’s stomach, which eventually leads to Sabora releasing the basic chinlock that he has locked in as they get to their feet. Finally, after having gotten to his feet and breaking Sabora’s chinlock, Chance Fusion whips Sabora to the ropes and when he rebounds at him, Fusion slams him into the mat with a brutal turnaround spinebuster. Sabora is planted in the ring as Chance quickly rips him up off of the mat and drags him to his corner where he tags in his partner, Hi Octane.
Larry: There's the tag. Now Octane has a chance to capitalize!
Octane quickly gets into the ring and Chance holds Sabora’s arm up allowing for Octane to kick Sabora in the shoulder before Chance gets out of the ring, as they begin to isolate Sabora from his partner. Octane starts his part of the beat down by ramming Chris Sabora’s head into the turnbuckle twice before ripping him back and throwing him down to the mat on the back of his head with a mat slam. “The Machine” holds his head after being slammed down on it, but Octane is merciless as he stomps the heel of his foot into “The Machine‘s” forehead, as if he were trying to bust him open already. Finally Octane stops kicking Sabora in the head and grabs him from the shoulders and yanks him up onto his feet, from here, Octane strongly whips Sabora into the turnbuckle on his side of the ring, adjacent to Fusion. Sabora’s back cracks hard into the turnbuckle padding and he nearly flips up out of the ring as his legs fly up and are nearly parallel to the ring ropes. While “The Machine‘s” legs are up, Hi Octane quickly grabs them and pulls him out of the corner and powerbombs him into the mat, planting him down on his shoulders and neck. Sabora grabs his neck after hitting the ground hard as Octane makes a quick cover after hitting the high impact move, 1...2... Sabora’s partner James Vincent just barely makes the save.
JJ: Oh, that was close. I thought the champions were going to retain right there.
Vincent isn’t finished after having broken up the pin though as he grabs Octane by the neck and pulls him to his feet and delivers a stiff kick to his stomach to double him over before dropping him do the mat with a quick DDT, which is then followed by a guillotine chokehold. The ref begins to try and pry Vincent off of Octane, but it is no use as the ref shouts at Vincent to get out of the ring. However, Vincent’s hatred for Octane makes the refs pleas land on deaf ears as he just sinks the move in tighter and finally it is Chance Fusion that hops over the top rope and pushes the ref out of his way and boots Vincent right in the temple to break up the hold. The hold is immediately broken by this as the ref screams at both James Drederick Vincent and Chance Fusion to get back to their respected corners, but Fusion hasn’t a care in the world for the ref’s orders as he simply grabs James Vincent by the neck and pulls him to his feet before tossing him over the top rope and onto the floor below. Fusion now runs across the ring and back over to where he threw Vincent out of the ring and leaps over the top rope and crashes down on Vincent with a suicide plancha, taking both men out as Vincent bashes his head against the steel barricade and Chance is taken down by the sheer impact of his move.
Larry: That was brutal. Vincent risking life and limb to take out Fusion there, and I think he's successfully done both.
Sabora finally begins to stir in the ring, oblivious to the major move that has just occurred in the ring and that his partner just saved him in the match, but he does see that Hi Octane has been downed some how and he takes advantage of this by quickly covering Octane, 1...2...Octane just gets his foot on the rope to break up the pin. Sabora quickly gets up off of Octane after he kicks out and slowly gets to his feet while pulling Octane up with him. Once the two men are up on their feet, they begin to pound into each other trading punches, until finally Sabora lands a huge uppercut and then hits Octane with one of his finishing moves Maximum Overdrive! Octane is nearly knocked out by this move as Sabora quickly covers and the crowd is roaring for Sabora to pin, Sabora obliges and quickly covers Octane, 1...2...3! No! Sabora is pulled out of the ring by Chance Fusion nearly simultaneously with the refs hand, and the ref declares it was only a two count, much to the dismay of the fans.
JJ: That was extremely close. The fans aren't happy about it at all, but Fusion just saved his team.
Fusion quickly pounds into Sabora with several rights and lefts and then whips Sabora across the outside of the ring and allows his back to slam into the steel barricade surrounding the ring. Quickly Sabora clutches his back after hitting the barricade and Fusion chases after him to try and knock him out of the match, but Fusion is interrupted by James Vincent who shows to be faster than Fusion and tackles him into the ring post that is closest to Chris Sabora. The crowd erupts into more cheers as they are happy to see that Sabora wasn’t killed by whatever it was that the Tag Team champion had in mind. Vincent now goes to the aid of Sabora and rolls him back into the ring where Hi Octane has used the ropes to pull himself back up. Once Sabora rolls into the ring, he gets up to his feet and James Vincent is in their corner once again calling for Sabora to tag him into the match for the first time. Octane attempts to stop this though by lunging at Chris with a lariat, but he misses the lariat as “The Machine” ducks underneath it and hits him with a neckbreaker.
Larry: What a neckbreaker. The impact alone could have taken Octane out right there. If Sabora hits his finisher soon, it could be over.
Following the neckbreaker, Sabora gets up to his knees and lunges at his corner and is able to make the tag to tag James Vincent into the match. Vincent quickly storms into the ring and lifts Hi Octane up off of the mat and puts him quickly in a front facelock before lifting him up into a cradled fireman’s carry. Vincent smiles at the crowd as he slowly walks to the top rope. Once here he climbs to the second rope and looks around before leaping off the middle rope and hitting an elevated schwein on Hi Octane, driving his neck into the mat. Vincent quickly covers Octane, 1...2...Chance Fusion slides into the ring and stomps Vincent in the back of the head, but Fusion is quickly taken out of commission as Chris “The Machine” Sabora runs into the ring and hit’s a jawbreaker lariat on Chance Fusion, knocking him down straight into the ring. Vincent and Sabora now both stand tall in the ring and James Vincent looks down at the broken Hi Octane before lifting him up in a wheelbarrow suplex and lifting him a little higher before Chris Sabora grabs him by the back and drives his knees into Octane’s chest with a Wheelbarrow drop and lungblower combination!
JJ: What a double team by Sabora and Vincent! Octane needs to make a tag, and soon, if he wants to stand any chance of going home with the belts.
The referee now tries to regain order as he orders Chris Sabora and Chance Fusion out of the match in hopes to get things back to normal. Once they're finally out of the ring, Vincent covers Octane for 1...2...but somehow Octane gets a shoulder up, likely out of instinct. Vincent is getting frustrated as he brings Octane to his feet. Vincent whips Octane into the ropes but suddenly Octane comes out of nowhere as he lands the Hi Impact Mark II into the side of Vincent's head. The blow is so forceful that it knocks Vincent into one of the corners. Octane looks to Fusion as he goes to crawl for a tag. Meanwhile, the referee is checking on Vincent. As the referee is distracted, suddenly Princess Firepower slides a steel chair to Octane before he reaches Fusion. Octane slowly gets to his feet and lifts the chair up, when the referee suddenly turns to him.
Larry: Uh oh, Octane's been caught.
Octane looks and appears caught, but the referee deducts that he hasn't used it yet so he grabs it and goes to put it on the outside. While the referee is placing the chair on the outside, Sabora enters the ring and goes after Octane. Sabora whips Octane towards his own corner, furthest from Chance Fusion. Octane bounces off the corner and hits the mat, as Sabora slips out of the ring and back to his spot on the apron. With Octane still down, Vincent finally starts to stir as he makes it to Chris Sabora for the tag while Octane is getting to his feet. Sabora quickly moves in Hi Octane, lifting him to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. Octane runs and bounces off, suddenly trying yet another Hi Impact Mark II. Sabora scouts it though, ducking out of the way. Octane barely balances himself so he doesn't fall after missing the move, turning to Sabora only to be hit with the Maximum Overdrive out of nowhere. The move connects as Sabora covers Octane. Fusion goes to break up the pin, but before he can, Vincent is in the ring as he runs towards Fusion to stop him, ending up hitting a huge clothesline as both men barrel to the outside. The referee pretty much ignores Fusion and Vincent as he slides in to count the pin on Octane for 1...2...and 3!
John Walt: Here are your winners...and NEW EUW Tag Team Champions...Chris Sabora and James Vincent!
Octane slides out of the ring as Sabora and Vincent are awarded their new championships and they proceed to celebrate in the ring. Everyone in Dogs of War looks disappointed as the are out of the ring and begin to discuss things, but eventually drop it and start to exit up the entranceway. Half way up though, “Mescalero” by ZZ Top hits the arena as the Commissioner steps out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.
Warrior: Where do you four think you're going? You seem to have forgotten, the question still remains, what else happens to you after losing the titles. And it turns out, similar to our opening contest, the fans just can't agree. Because the voting came out with two options in the lead, and tied. It was the option of forcing you two to disband with 38%, and the option of forcing you two to fight each other next week with an equal 38%. So I'm left with a dilemma. At first thought, maybe I could let you two pick, like I gave the option of to 415. Instead, I realized, why let the losers pick? So, I'm going to pick. And, personally, I like both options. So, Dogs of War is officially disbanded! And in addition, it'll be Hi Octane vs. Chance Fusion next week on Monday Night Suicide.
Warrior smirks as he exits to the back. On the entrance ramp, Fusion and Octane are staring face to face, as Superbitch and Princess Firepower do the same at their sides. They finally exit to the back, almost appearing paranoid. The camera go around the arena, highlighting the packed arena once more, and focusing in on signs such as 'Dogs of War No More?', 'Don't Fire Hi Octane...he'd rather quit!', 'We Want New Fucking Tag Champs!', 'Xplode and Oblivion...Brother of Gold!', and even '415...Consistent as Ever!'.
