EUW Presents: Back 2 Roots 2009

[Commissioner Warrior™]

Back 2 Roots opens to a sold out Safeco Field in Seattle, Washington. The camera pans around to see the crowd, as not an empty seat is to be seen. As a matter of fact, EUW has set a new Safeco Field attendance record of 54698 fans are packed into the arena. Moving around the arena, the camera views several interesting signs such as “Lincoln's Time Has Come!”, “Samuel Balberith for Downpour Winner?”, and even “Amy Jackson Wears the Pants in the Family!”. A pyro display now goes off at the entrance stage, topping even the most amazing displays done by EUW in the past. Finally the pyro finishes as the action seems ready to begin, with the opening contest already getting under way.

Silence fills the arena as the all the lights dim out. A few faint whispers from the crowd are all that fill the void. Then a sickening and sadistic laughter begins to come across the PA system. The stage then lights up in a dark red color as the laughter continues. The voice then says quietly, "Quote The Sick 1.... Evermore." The crowd then knows who is coming out and the Titantron lights up with a black screen on it in sketchy red letters are "T S" Then "The Thing That Should Not Be" by Metallica starts and the arena begins to shake. A flurry of red and orange lights begin to swirl around the arena as the song begins to kick into full gear. Then Trent Sickness walks out from behind the curtain wearing his old school cut off jean shorts and white wife beater.. His head is looking straight forward at the ring eyes locked onto the squared circle. The crowd cheers immensly as Trent begins to walk down the aisle. Trent stares straight forward at the ring ahead not even caring about the fans that cheer and reach out for him. He walks calmly over to the stairs and climbs them giving the crowd determined looks with each step. Trent climbs into the ring and walks to the center of the ring. His eyes lock onto the camera as he throws his arms out in a christ-like pose then bring them slowly in front of his chest making a X shape. Trent breaks the pose and begins his pre-match warm-ups....

Butcher Pete by Roy Brown Blares over the loud speakers while at the same time, red pyrotechnics explode from either side of the ramp way from large cannons on either side. Around the same time, the lights go dim and the crowd has a mixture of cheers and boos. The curtains leading to the backstage area slowly open up and a cloud of smoke fills the now revealed doorway. A few scattered signs being held by business suit wearing scumbags, many of them are loudly talking into cellphones, while others smugly talk to the person sitting next to them.

Two figures emerge from the backstage area, the first one, is a rather short man. His shoulders are slouched over and he has on a brimmed hat. As the figure comes into focus the fans notice the trademarked white and black painted face of “The Preacher”. He has on a long black priest gown a red bow tie and in his left hand he holds a bible. Following behind him is Orge Lambert; he has on a neatly pressed black suit with a red tie which hangs down over his white undershirt. Orge has on a pair of shiny black shoes and also holds a bible in his left hand.

As the two men reach the top of the ramp way, Orge holds the bible high above his head and screams out “Praise the Lord”. Two huge bolts of lighting strike the stage behind Orge and “The Preacher”. The spots where the lighting struck begin to glow a bright red color and smoke bellows from two gaping holes. Orge smiles a wicked smile as the two men begin walking towards the ring. When the two men reach the ring, Orge makes his way towards the stairs, he slowly makes his way up the stairs, stopping just before he enters the ring to raise his hands into the air. “The Preacher” makes his way towards the Spanish announcers table, once there he grabs a microphone off a small table to the left of Juan Lopaz, then “The Preacher” makes his way to the center of the ring where he and Orge meet up.

As 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 tutnbuckle, Chris climbs to the top and raises both hands to the heavens as golden fireworks are showered upon him.

Orge Lambert and Trent Sickness start the match off by immediately sliding out of the ring and both grabbing a chair from under the ring. Chris Sabora sees the two of these wrestlers planning on using the no disqualifications rule to the fullest, so he immediately looks over at Trent and sees him hop up onto the apron with the chair just covering his face. Sabora quickly sprints towards Trent and just as Trent lowers the chair, Chris Sabora rockets off a super kick and slams Trent in the jaw.

JJ: Chris Sabora may be retiring, but I think he's still got it!

“The Sickness” tumbles back and falls flat on his back onto the cold, hard floor. This drop drives the air out of Trent’s lungs and Sabora just turns around, happy that he knows he has temporarily taken Trent out of the match. However, as Sabora turns around, Orge Lambert slams his steel chair right over Chris’s head to knock him to the mat.

Larry: Oh he's got it all right. Except, it's a concussion.

Orge throws the chair down following this shot and lifts Chris up off of the mat and puts his head under his left arm before wrapping Sabora’s right arm around his own neck and lifting him up in an elevated standing front facelock. Quickly after lifting Sabora into this position, Orge drops him down headfirst into the chair with a brainbuster. Sabora’s neck slams into the steel as Orge hits this move and the EUW veteran seemingly instinctly covers Sabora, 1...2...Trent Sickness grabs Orge’s foot and pulls him out of the ring.

JJ: Oh that was close. Orge almost had it there.

On the floor, the two begin to all out brawl, both slamming there fists into the other with right and left hands. This brawling continues until finally Trent dodges a punch, ducks his head, and sprints at Orge and drives his spine into the corner of the ring, picking him up to run with him. Orge lets out a howl as he is slammed into the ring and his back curls outward, but this only forces Trent Sickness to grab Orge by neck and drop him down to the cold floor with a killer DDT.

Larry: What a DDT! I think that's got to be it! I don't know how anyone could get up from a move like that.

Orge’s dropped headfirst with this move and just as Trent gets back up and turns around, the first thing he sees is Chris Sabora leaping over the top rope showing off a very different style of wrestling. Sabora nails a somersault plancha on Trent Sickness and drives Trent into the ground. Quickly after hitting the ground Sabora hops back up, the crowd screaming for him as they have come to their feet following that move.

JJ: Talk about spectacular. This crowd is on their feet, all nearly 55000 of them.

Sabora shows no signs of pain from the move as he pulls Orge up from the ground and throws him into the ring. Sabora follows suit after tossing Orge into the ring and quickly gets up to his feet, however instead of pulling Orge up to his feet, he grabs a steel chair. Orge begins to stir and raises to a knee after Sabora does this and Sabora quickly whips the chair down over his head and cracks it over Orge’s head.

Larry: What a blow! Orge has got to be out of it now!

Orge drops to the mat following this thunderous shot and Sabora almost seems surprised as the steel in the chair has dented as a result of being cracked over Orge’s head so hard. The crowd is obnoxiously loud after seeing that Sabora dented the chair over the former world champion’s head, and Sabora seems to just feed off of this energy. However, this life doesn’t last long as Trent Sickness quickly leapfrogs onto the ropes with a light tube in his hand and as he springboards off of the top rope he swings the light tube over his head and cracks it down over Chris Sabora’s face, instantly bloodying him.

JJ: There's the blood, I knew this was coming eventually.

“The Sickness” ravishes in his moment of violence, before quickly dropping down and covering Sabora, 1...2...Sabora just kicks out, much to the surprise of Trent Sickness. Sickness doesn’t allow this to effect him though as he gets back up to his feet and begins to pick Sabora back up off of the ground. This doesn’t go very far though as Orge Lambert gets back to his feet as well and kicks Trent in the back of the knee before putting his head under Trent’s arm and lifting him up and driving him back with a back drop driver onto the steel chair.

Larry: That's it. The pinfall will be elementary here.

Trent is quickly covered by Orge, 1...2...Trent Sickness barely gets his shoulder up off of the mat and Orge allows him to lay on the ground as he sees Sabora begin to start to rise. Instead of going on an attacking frenzy however, Orge rolls out of the ring and grabs a lead pipe from under the ring and tosses it into the ring. Unbeknownst to Orge, Sabora intercepts the pipe and as Orge gets back into the ring and gets to his feet, Sabora cracks the pipe over Orge’s head, busting him wide open making him don the proverbial crimson mask. Orge, though, doesn’t fall straight to the ground, and simply stumbles here, but again Sabora rockets the pipe over Orge’s head. Still, Orge remains standing and finally Sabora tosses the pipe away and grabs Orge before driving him face first into the mat with a Maximum Overdrive. Sabora covers him quickly for 1...2...Trent sees the pin and reaches to break it up, but it's to late as the referee counts 3!

John Walt: Here is your winner...Chris Sabora!

Sabora slides out of the ring and celebrates before exiting to the back, as Trent and Orge slowly follow. A black backdrop comes into view. The words "BACK 2 ROOTS" is seen blazing proudly as Sarah Thompson stands with a microphone in her hand. Standing next to her is EUW World Champion, Xplode. Dressed in a grey suit, his hair pulled back, and dark shades, he holds his EUW World title proudly over his shoulder as Sarah begins to speak.

Sarah: We are here live with the WORLD CHAMPION! Xplode, it is Back 2 Roots! Are you ready for your match tonight!

Rubbing his bearded chin, Xplode nods as he answers.

Xplode: You bet your hot ass I am.

Sarah: Do you think we can get a comment about what is going through your mind right now?

Readjusting his world title, Xplode replies..

Xplode: Here we are... Back 2 Roots. The day that I been talking about for sometime. This is not your average every day type event either. This is the showcase of the gods! Legends are made, stars are born. My legacy is cemented.

Reaching out, Xplode rips the microphone from Sarah's hand and turns to face the camera directly.

Xplode: Oblivion.... can you feel it? Can you taste it? I can. I can feel the electricity that is flowing around this arena tonight. I can taste the blood that will most likely be shed too. You see, on a night where we see many returning stars, such as yourself, one thing remains constant.

Me.

I remain the standard around here. Do you think you can just walk back into this company and become the world champion that easy? Do you think that you can just dictate the way things are and everyone will bow down to you? I don't think so. I have busted my ass for this world title. I have fought wars in that damn ring. I fully am aware that as I wear this championship, I represent every past champion that held it before me. Even you... Obi. It's this knowledge that gives me the edge in any battle I face. My priorities are in order. My focus is where it should be. I am fully prepared to walk through the flames of hell to fight you on your own turf. Sadly, I can't. So we will fight on mine... Back 2 Roots. There will be no Terry Jones or Brenda. Just me and you. One on one.

So, can you feel it yet? Can you taste it? I can. Tonight.... I will show you."

Handing the microphone back to Sarah, Xplode walks out of view smirking. She tries to smile as the camera heads back to ringside.

"Into the Lungs of Hell" by Megadeth kicks in. The Titantron counts down from 10-0 simillar to the ones on old projector movies. James Vincent makes his way onto the ramp slowly with his leather trenchcoat and a black towel over his face to hide his identity while keeping his head down. This is during the first 1 minute and twenty seconds of the song. A cloud of grey smoke appears on the ramp. Once the solo kicks in after a minute and the titantron timer hits zero a barrage of silver/gold fireworks explodes behind James who lifts his head up violently sending the towel flying and revealing himself to the audience and opponents. His pose is simillar to a large primal scream. A large nuclear explosion appears on the main titantron.

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 trenchcoat on his turnbuckle. He runs over to one of the corners and does a pose on the top simillar to The Rock's pose then kisses his championship belt. He also turns his head to the right and looks on awaiting the arrival of his partner.

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.

"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.

The Sound of an oven starting its match is heard throughout the arena.After a few Seconds,Everything goes out..except for the Tron.There is a big "5" on the Tron.Suddenly..it begins Counting Down.4..3..2...1."To all my killers and a hundred dolla billers" is heard.Soon After,Lights Blare Blue and White Lights,and smoke engulfs the stage as "shook ones" Plays.The Fans go WILD as Devon Poole Comes up from an Elevator-like Platform on the Stage,walking out to the clearing Pyro Smoke.He walks down the Entrance Ramp,with a Game-face on,yet bopping to the beat as the announcer speaks... “From NEW YORK CITY,weighing in at 270 Pounds,MISTERRR REALITYYY, DEVON POOOOOLE!!!”

Devon Jumps onto the apron and enters the ring.He Beats his Chest with his Fist,and Arches his Arms with a warrior-cry.White Pyro EXPLODES inside of the ring.As The Pyro Stops,Devon hope on the Top Rope and salutes the fans.He Takes off his Cap and Shirt and Throws it into the Crowds,as girls are seen fighting over it.He smiles as he hops back down.Everything goes back to normal as the music fades out.....

JJ: Even the powerhouse team of Honor N’ Vindiciation disbanded due to Sabora wanting to pursue a solo career, it seems 415 is more than capable of holding his own as Vincent’s tag team partner and co-champion. Any input regarding this situation, Larry?

Larry: Well, whether 415 is ready or not will finally be revealed in a couple of moments.

The opening bell finally goes off as James Vincent and Devon Poole begin the match. Both men repeatedly circle around each other, with Vincent looking much more confident and relaxed. Poole suddenly hits a right hook and follows it up with an impressive spinebuster, not allowing Vincent to recuperate until he’s lying on the floor. James, startled, quickly fights back by kicking Poole in the knee thus causing him to drop jaw-first unto Vincent’s already set-up knee. James quickly makes it up to his feet and proceeds to pick up the injured Poole before irish whipping him to the ropes and greeting him with an Exploder Suplex upon his return. Vincent goes to lock in a Boston Crab but Poole grabs the ropes; James refuses to let go of the hold but Poole eventually uses all his might to kick him away.

James makes it back to his feet but finds himself propelled back down with a thunderous spear, courtesy of Mr. Reality. Devon then proceeds to tag in Joe Dark, who scales the turnbuckle and flies off with a diving headbutt. Nailing it perfectly on Vincent’s right shoulder. James lets out an aggravated grunt as 415 begins rallying the crowd to cheer his partner on. Joe Dark allows Vincent to get back on his feet, and when he does so, charges forward and attempts a one-handed bulldog. Vincent pushes him off, Dark lands hard on his back but gets back up. Vincent silences him with a big boot. Vincent reluctantly tags in his partner, who charges in with full speed and determination.

JJ: And here comes 415!

Dark gets to his feet just as 415 runs in and takes him down with a lou thesz press, taking down the smaller Joe Dark, and then quickly flips off, runs to the ropes and pounds Dark down again with a lionsault. He sticks the landing and hooks the leg, 1! 2! Kick-out by Dark.

Larry: Close! This match woulda been done in seconds.

415 then stands and scales one of the turnbuckles and stands up high, looking ready to jump off for a shooting star press but, standing on the top rope, Devon Poole runs along the apron and clocks him in the side of the head with The Reality Check, which sends 415 flying out in to the barricade. The ref runs in to reprimand Poole but as he does, he soon has to turn around and keep Vincent in his corner. Dark stirs and, due to comments from his corner, slides out of the ring to take on the injured 415, while the ref’s count-out count commences.

JJ: That kick was vicious!
Larry: It sure was, and it sent 415 clear out of the ring and nearly in to the front row of the stands!

Dark slides out and kicks 415 hard to the ribs before lifting him to his feet and sliding him in to the ring. He then hops up on to the apron, and then crawls up on to the top turnbuckle. From up there, Joe Dark stands tall, ready to decapitate 415 with something, but just as he’s about to launch, Vincent runs in and pulls the legs out from under him, crotching him on the top turnbuckle. Joe hits hard and flips forward in to the ring, holding his groin.

JJ: That’ll definitely leave a mark.
Larry: How would you know, JJ?

With Joe down, 415 holds his stomach and makes his way over to the corner to tag in Vincent, but just as he’s about to, Dark grabs both of his legs and pulls him to the mat. Joe Dark then tries to pull 415 to the center of the ring, but 415 kicks free. 415 quickly stands and goes to tag in Vincent who had his hand far outstretched, but Dark quickly catches him again and brings him down with a hard lung-blower. He flips his opponent and goes for the pin. 1! 2! No! Kick-out! Joe Dark then pulls 415 up to his feet and whips him in to the corner where Devon was waiting. Dark then runs in, full speed ahead, and plants his opponent in to the corner with a running drop-kick. When he gets to his feet he tags in Devon who hops in over the top rope, and as he’s coming down, plants an elbow firm on the top of 415’s head, slumping him down even further in to the corner.

Larry: Ouch! I haven’t seen that one before!

Devon Poole then runs across the ring to the opposite corner, looking for another high impact move on the downed 415, but Vincent goes to grab him from behind. Poole then turns and attempts to swing at him but the ref splits them up. Poole thinks better of it after the ref’s intervention and turns back to 415. Then, running forward, he goes for a low-drop kick on the fallen 415, but his opponent is able to get out of the way in time! Devon catches himself over the bottom ropes, and caught there, 415 kicks him hard in the back. Devon Poole then falls backwards on to the mat, with his legs still stuck hanging over the bottom ropes. 415, hurt, then turns back towards the same corner, and hits Dark in the head with a stiff right hand, sending him stumbling off the apron. Then, 415 hopped over Poole and on to the top rope, and hit a perfect back flip to plant both feet in to Poole’s stomach. Then, hopping off, 415 ran back to his own corner and tagged in Vincent who was all sorts of riled up.

JJ: And here comes the big man in the match-up!

Vincent runs in, and as he does, Dark slides in and comes at Vincent. Vincent ducks in and then quickly dispatches Dark with a vicious back-body drop. As Dark rolls out of the ring, Poole hobbles over, holding his stomach and is taken down by a clothesline. He gets up quick and tries something else but is knocked in to the ropes with an elbow and on the rebound is wrapped up on a fisherman’s suplex. Then, as the two hit the mat, Vincent keeps it locked in for the pin. 1! 2! Kick-out before three!

Larry: Very close again!
JJ: Indeed!

Vincent then stands and tries to help Poole up, but Poole pushes him away. Then, out of nowhere behind Vincent, Joe Dark runs in and takes out Vincent at the knees from behind. The ref angrily then ushers out Joe Dark, and as he’s about to leave, 415 attempts to enter and defend his partner.

JJ: All hell is breaking loose in this match!
Larry: Indeed!

The ref then has to turn his attention back to 415, and as he does, Poole slides in for a cover on Vincent, who promptly kicks out. The two then stand and lock-up. Vincent quickly gains the upper hand and pushes Poole in to his own corner, but with the two struggling in the corner, unbeknownst to anyone but the ref, Joe Dark slaps Poole on the shoulder, now the legal man.

Larry: Tricky tricky!

Vincent then pounds Devon on the back, looking ready to pull him in to position for a powerbomb, but as he does, Joe Dark jumps in and lands on Vincent’s shoulders, aiming for a hurricanrana. Vincent stumbles backwards but holds on to Joe Dark. Joe Dark tries to pull through with the move, but The Vindicator merely lets go and allows Joe Dark to fall backwards. But miraculously Joe lands on his feet! Dark then goes to attack Vincent but is hit hard with a knee to the gut. Vincent then lifts him up high, looking for something like a Dominator!

JJ: Could it be?!
Larry: It is!

Vincent then plants Joe Dark hard with the Vindicution! 1! 2! 3!

The ref hands James the belt but he isn't happy about it. The ref raises Vincent and 415's arm but James pulls his arm back and asks the announcers for a mic. Someone throws a microphone to James who catches it and circles around the ring. 415 is confused about the whole situation. James climbs the ring post near the entrance where Joe Dark and Devon Poole stand and starts to speak while holding his Tag-Team Championship. He appears to be very angry.

James Vincent: I believed in you Dark. I really thought you and Deadpool would get me out of Tag-Team hell. Instead you showed the fans, the life and soul of the EUW who the real frauds are.

The fans begin booing James who is still standing on the top of the ring post. Only this time he enjoys the boo and encourages the audience

James Vincent: That's right, keep on BOOING the champion, it's the only thing you guys are good at doing.

The booing intensifies and James jumps off the ring post. He circles around 415 who is standing in the middle dumbstruck.

James Vincent: Congratulations fellas, because I'm going to give you undeserving, two-faced pricks what you want.

James approaches 415 and stares him down. He holds his half of the tag-team championship in the air. He starts smiling.

James Vincent: It makes me sick, standing here in the middle of this ring and carrying this piece of junk around my waste. But don't whine at me about it, I'm not the one who made this happen. Thank your messiah Chris Sabora for that and thank the little engine that could...415. Because he taught you losers that championships can be won without winning a TITLE MATCH.

The crowd chants 415's name for about a minute. James stands in awe and looks to be feeding off it.

James Vincent: But I get it now. I understand why you look up to people like 415. **James looks 415 in the eye** Because he's a mirror image of yourselves...a hopeless loser. A punk who will never win a championship match in his sad career...just like you guys. Like 415, you pathetic losers sit back and rely on handouts like the filthy vultures you are. **James shoves the belt into 415's chest** I am ashamed to carry a championship belt that is thrown around like welfare. Here you go 4...1..FIVE! Call this....VINDICATION.

James slams down the microphone and goes to leave, when “Mescalero” by ZZ Top hits the arena and the Commissioner himself, Warrior comes out onto the stage. Warrior looks out to the crowd as they cheer for his arrival, hoping perhaps he'll remedy the situation between James Vincent and 415. Warrior makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring, standing not far from 415 and Vincent, but the two of them also seem to be keeping significant distance from each other. Warrior raises the microphone and begins to speak now.

Warrior: You know guys, not a lot of things make me angry nowadays. I've just moved past so many difficulties in my past, and really gotten to a position where the misfortune of others doesn't bother me. People come and complain, I see what I can do, then stop worrying about it if I can't do anything. Yet, what I see before me is a crime against everything I believe in.

Warrior picks up the championship belt of Vincent's from the ground and gives it a good look.

Warrior: These used to mean something. I remember a time when the Tag Team division was on par with the World Championship. In late 2006, Tom Roberts and I formed possibly the most dominating team in EUW history, Children of the Damned. We blasted through every team in the company, even one consisting of the World and Pure Champions of the time. Everything culminated in our shot at the Tag Team Championships in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match at that year's installment of Besieged. We were the top of the company. So much so, that the Tag Team Championship match was the Main Event. Not the World Title match, not even the Pure Title match. We were the Main Event, and we prevailed with championships that meant something. Yet, what I've seen as of late has been a disgrace to the belts I once loved and respected. I will not sit idly by and watch people like James Vincent and Chris Sabora toss around the Tag Titles like they have no meaning. Vincent, you talk of how you used to have to win a championship, not just be handed it. Yet you stand here, handing your half to 415. No one in this company respects these titles. And until I believe a team truly wants and deserves them, I'll be holding onto the EUW Tag Team Championships from now on. Consider your titles vacant.

Warrior reached out and snatched the championship off of 415's shoulder, taking both belts and exiting to the back. Vincent doesn't seem phased by the situation, as he didn't want the title to begin with. Vincent goes backstage, as 415 follows not long after, having lost the title he never truly won.

JJ: Coming up next here at Back 2 Roots, it’s the falls count anywhere grudge match between King Carter and Mr. L.A himself Christian Stephens.

Larry: This match looks to be awesome.

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.

John Walt: This next match is a falls count anywhere match. Coming to the ring at this time weighing in at 254lbs, he is Mr. L.A Christian Stephens!

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.

The introduction of ‘S.C.O.M.’ begins as all lights cease to shine. A few seconds after the opening parts of the chorus begins, a white spotlight begins at the top of the ramp. There stands King Carter in his entrance attire, stretching a bit and fixing. He walks down a black carpet with two security guards waiting patiently at the end following King Carter's every step. He approaches them and nods as they both leave up the ramp.

Walt: And his opponent, weighing in at 248lbs and hailing from Los Angeles. He is King Carter!

Once he gets near the ring steps, he crouches as he steps up on them. He walks to the furthermost turnbuckle and then rises up and barely hops to the second rope. He takes off his black tank top and tosses it casually to the floor. He stretches his arms out in a wingspan pose for just a second as the song's volume increases. He looks left and right, and then back at the booing crowd. After a short time, he climbs up a bit and then sits on the top turnbuckle overlooking the entrance way.

Both men walk stare at each other and meet in the middle of the ring. They are nose to nose talking trash as the ref signals for the bell. King goes for a hard punch but Christian blocks it and delivers one of his own. King comes back with a punch as both men start delivering hard lefts and rights. The crowd cheer when Christian hits a punch and boo when King hits one. Eventually Christian starts to gain the advantage delivering punch after punch, he goes for one final punch but King hits a kick to the groin sending Mr. L.A down to his knees. The crowd boos loudly as King just laughs.

JJ: Well this match has gotten off to a heated start.

Larry: Yeah and King has got the advantage in the early goings.

King hits a hard drop kick to the face of the fallen Christian and then goes for a pin 1..2.*kickout* King rolls to the outside and grabs a chair from the crowd. He slides the chair into the middle of the ring and then grabs Christian. King lifts Mr. L.A up in a vertical suplex position and slams him down hard on the steel chair, making Christian scream out in pain. King again goes for the pin 1…2…*shoulder up*. King taunts Christian as the crowd boo loudly, King then puts Christians arm in between the chair. Carter then hits a huge stomp on the chair, causing Christian’s arm to be crushed between the steel.

JJ: What a despicable move from King there!

Larry: All’s fair in love and war JJ and what a war this is.

King grabs the chair and starts to stomp on Christians arm. Christian shouts in pain and grabs his arm. King laughs and proceeds to walk to the corner where he traps the steel chair in between the middle and top turnbuckle. He walks over to Christian who is slumped on the floor holding his maybe broken arm. King grabs him by the hair and tries to irish whip him into the chair. Christian however reverses the irish whip and hits a huge german suplex. Both men look out of it as they lie in the middle of the ring. Christian suddenly gets up and starts wildly punching Carter in the face. He then grabs King by the head and lower back and throws him into the steel chair that is wedged in the corner. The crowd go crazy as Christian falls to his knees.

JJ: What a comeback there from Mr. L.A.!

Larry: It was just luck, King will be back in this one soon enough.

King falls to his back as blood starts to pour from a cut on his forehead. Christian drags Carter out of the ring and to the outside where he slams his head into the steel steps. Christian shouts at King Carter as the crowd cheer loudly, King is a mess as he lies in a heap against the steps. Christian then starts to pull a table from under the ring and sets it up at ringside. Christian then walks to King and hits a few punches opening up the cut even more. He then drags him to the table and lays him across it. Christian then climbs to the apron and then climbs the turnbuckles. As he reaches the top turnbuckle he signals for a moonsault to the crowd. Just before Christian goes for the moonsault King rolls quickly off the table and climbs onto the apron. The two men battle with fists flying hard and fast. King then hits a hard shot to the stomach and wraps his arm around Christian’s neck. King then runs and takes Christian with him hitting the King Kutter perfectly through the table at ringside. The crowd go wild at what they just saw.

JJ: Holy mother of crap!

Larry: Oh god! We’re gonna need some help out here after that one.

Both men lay motionless in the wreckage of the table. The ref comes over to check on both men after the huge King Kutter. Carter starts to move slightly and eventually gets to one knee. King manages to get to his feet as Christian starts to stir. Carter eventually moves towards the crowd barrier and grabs another steel chair. Seeing that Christian is starting to get up King runs at full speed towards Mr. L.A, Christian however sees this and trips King up just in time, causing Carter to smash his face on the steel. Christian goes for a quick pin 1…2.*kickout*. Christian doesn’t waste any time and throws Carter over the barricade and into the crowd. The two men battle through the fans and reach the refreshments area. Christian grabs a beer from a fan at the stand and throws it in the face of Carter.

JJ: Christian seems to be using everything at his disposal to take down King.

Larry: Yeah well if I was Christian id make an order because he’s gonna be back at that refreshment stand soon.

Christian then takes through an emergency exit leading to the parking lot outside. King starts to fight back now with blood pouring down his face. He hits a few punches to Christian and then goes for a suplex. Christian however kicks him in the chest and hits a vertical suplex of his own sending King crashing down on the concrete. Christian hooks the leg 1…2..*King gets the shoulder up*. Looking around Mr. L.A finds a 2x4. Just as King gets to his feet Christian swings wildly with the 2x4 and it hits King square across the back. The 2x4 splinters in half as Christian throws it away and goes back to work on King.

JJ: Christian seems to be getting his momentum back in this brutal contest.

Larry: Yeah but you should never count out King.

Grabbing King by the back of the head Christian drags him along and throws him right into an open dumpster. King lies in the dirty dumpster as Christian looks around the area. Suddenly Christian starts to climb up the back of a nearby EUW truck. The truck looks to be 20 foot high as Christian scales the object. He eventually reaches the top of the structure and looks down at the dumpster below. Christian then shouts out aloud and swan dives off the top of the truck landing with a huge thud directly in the dumpster. The crowd can be heard chanting “Oh my go- Holy shi- Wow! ” in the arena as both men lay seemingly unconscious in the trash. The referee goes to check on them, and begins counting. In a long period of time, he counts from 1 all the way to 10 without seeing movement from either man, as the referee signals that the match is a draw. Quickly after, medical officials enter the area and try to tend to the injured men.

John Walt: This contest has been declared a double countout, therefore it is a draw!

The crowd doesn't boo, but merely stands in awe of what they've witnessed. As King and Christian are tended to, the feed cuts backstage where Diabolik knocks on Warrior's door, and as the man answers, he is surprised by what he sees already.

You look...different.

Yeah... I made a change to my life, and figured I should make a change to my look aswell. Hell, I think I found what it is to be me again... The pain from the past is still there, of course, but now I can deal with it better.

I heard you're finally sober now, is this true?

Not a drop since last week, and i'm going to keep it up.

And I heard you're getting back in shape?

Getting back to my old standard... Might even be better in time.

That's what I like to hear. You seem to be on your way to being better than ever. Welcome back.

A grin breaks out on Diabolik's face. He reaches out to shake Warrior's hand, and when they shake, D pulls him into a hug.

Thank you.

Not a problem. EUW will always have a place for you, never forget that.

I won't.

The feed cuts away now, going back to the ring where it's time for the Pure Championship match. 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.

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.

The bell rings and the two wrestlers begin to circle. The crowd starts to work themselves into a frenzy. They finally stopped and stared each other down. Out of no where, Michael de'Archangel throws a hard right hand. Brett Cross barely staggers and immediately throws a right hand of his own, Michael takes a step back, but otherwise shows no sign. The ref gets between them and issues both a warning about closed fist punching. The two men quickly tie up. They struggle back and forth, but neither one can get the advantage. They eventually break apart.

Larry: These two men seem to be equally matched.

Cross steps forward and signals for a test of strength. Michael looks around the arena, causing all the fans to get to their feet and cheer. He steps up and locks one hand with Cross. Cross lifts up his other hand and Michael immediately locks his hand. They both try to force each other back, but look to be locked in a stand still. Cross slowly gets the upper hand and push Michael backwards. Michael bends backwards until his shoulders are inches from the mat. Michael slowly starts the rise back. Once he gets his feet beneath him, Michael manages to get his leg behind Cross and trip up his opponent.

JJ: I can't tell who's the stronger man, but de'Archangel just showed there are other ways to win in EUW.

Cross quickly rolls to his feet, but as soon he's up right he's caught around the midsection with a tackle from Michael. They crash to the mat and Michael follows up with a quick cover. The ref slides in for the count, Cross shoves Michael off before he can even count one. Michael comes right back at him. Michael pulls Cross to his feet and whips him hard into the corner. Michael follows up with a hard shoulder thrust. Cross falls down into a sitting position in the corner. Michael takes a few steps back and lifts his arms to the cheers of the crowd. Michael backs up into the opposite corner before charging across the ring. Cross moves out of the way at the last second, causing Michael to collide with the turnbuckle.

Larry: Looks like MdA took his time in capitalizing.

Michael staggers out of the corner in the arms of Brett Cross. Cross picks up Michael and drives him back to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Cross gets to his feet and stomps on Michael. He then climbs the turnbuckle and raises a fist to the crowd. The fans erupt in cheers. Cross hops down and faces Michael who has gotten to his feet. The two men square off again. They quickly tie up and seem to be locked in the same stalemate as before, but Cross gathers his strength and shoves Michael backwards. Michael rolls but lands on his feet and comes right at Cross. Michael is caught by a clothesline from Cross. Cross covers Michael, and the ref slides in for the count. 1... 2... Michael kicks out.

Larry: MdA showing his resilience.

Cross Picks up Michael and whips him into the ropes again. Cross goes for another clothesline, but Michael ducks underneath. Michael gets behind Cross and locks him into a full nelson before driving him to the mat with Hell's Chains. Michael covers Cross, but even before the ref can make the count, Cross puts his leg on the bottom rope breaking up the pin and using his first rope break. Michael drags Cross to feet and kicks him hard in the stomach. Michael grabs Cross and sets him up for the Scales of Judgement. Cross starts to fight his way out of it. Cross gets back vertical, but Michael put him back down with a T-Bone Suplex.

JJ: MdA is in firm control of this match.

Larry: I don't know if Cross can come back from this one.

Michael covers Cross again, but Cross quickly kicks out. Michael pounds the mat in frustration. Michael picks up Cross and throws him out of the ring. Cross lands on the outside in a heap. The ref starts to count as Michael paces around the center of the ring. Cross slowly gets to his feet. The ref reaches the count of nine, but Cross seems to be waiting for Michael to make the first move. At the count of fifteen, Cross climbs up onto the apron. Michael approaches Cross, and Cross hangs Michael up on the ropes.

JJ: Cross showing that he's not only strong but craft as well.

Cross slides into the ring. He stalks around Michael and picks him up in a torture rack. Cross moves to the center of the ring and wrenches Michael's back across his shoulder. Michael starts to fight his way out of the move. Cross tries to hold on, but Michael slips out and lands behind Cross. Before Cross can react Michael grabs him and locks him into a dragon sleeper. Michael kneels down and braces Cross over his knee. He continues to apply pressure, but Cross fights back. Cross manages to get his feet beneath him. Cross starts to rise and twists out of the hold. Cross grabs Michael by the throat and plants him on the mat with a chokeslam. Cross stalks around Michael before grabbing him by the legs. Cross picks up Michael for the Chariot. The crowd gets to their feet and Cross drags Michael overhead and slams him back to the ground. Cross pull Michael to the center of the ring and cover's him. The ref slides in for the count, 1... 2... 3!

John Walt: Here is your winner...and the NEW EUW Pure Champion....Brett Cross!

[Commissioner Warrior™]

Just moments before the big co-main event of the evening, the Downpour Elimination match, pitting six of EUW’s best, and most popular, wrestlers in the ring against each other, the titantron shows Jeremy Sterling stretching backstage. Around him are nothing more than a few concession tables, a ladder, and a large steel crate. He is stretching as he knows he is about to go perform in less than two minutes. His nerves are getting to him and he can be seen grinning as he is ready for his big match. Finally, as Sterling stands up right, from behind him a body is seen running at him and hitting him with a huge bulldog. Sterling’s face is driven into the concrete floor, almost knocking him unconscious. The attacker, is quickly identified as none other than Trent Sickness. He stomps Jeremy several times into the ground before leaving and grabbing the nearby ladder. Trent sets this up against the crate at an angle so that it creates a triangle beneath it.

Jeremy has began to get back up to his feet, but Trent grabs him before Jeremy is even fully away of where he is and quickly drives his head into the concession stand, breaking the glass punch bowl with Sterling’s face. Shards of glass slice open Jeremy’s face as Trent ruthlessly puts him into a butterfly hold and pulls him up onto his shoulders. After this, Trent runs towards the ladder and slams Jeremy down onto the ladder with a huge Gibson driver!

Jeremy’s back cracks over the ladder, denting a rung in the process as Trent has nearly broken Jeremy’s spine with this attack. Sterling is clearly knocked out cold after this, but Trent appears to not yet be done as he lifts Jeremy up once more and puts him into a torture rack and looks at the glass spilled across the concession table and decides to throw Jeremy through it. Trent destroys Jeremy with his finishing move, The Plague. Jeremy’s torso is cut up from the shards of glass as he crashes through the table and finally Trent leaves Jeremy’s battered and broken body following this vicious attack.

JJ: I...I don't know what to say. Jeremy Sterling is...well I don't think he'll be able to compete tonight.

Larry: Hmm...I have an idea.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Downpour Elimination Contest! This match will began as a Six Man Elimination Tag Team contest. The teams of three will go until two men have been eliminated. The four left after that will compete against each other without alliance in elimination style until only one man remains. The last man left will be given a shot the EUW World Heavyweight Championship! So without further ado.
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JJ: This is going to be an instant classic. I even remember when I competed in the Downpour last year. I may not have won, but it was the thrill of a lifetime.

Larry: Oh, bragging are we? Well since Sterling can't compete, I'll just have to take his place and prove I can do better than you!

John Walt: Well...introducing first...one of EUW's ringside commentators...ladies and gentlemen...Larry Boer!

“Slow Ride” by Foghat hits the arena as Larry stands up from his commentary position and removes his headset. Larry taunts to the crowd, which despite their usual dislike of what he says, cheers loudly for the commentator. Larry slides into the ring and unbuttons the cuffs on his shirt, rolling the sleeves up and waiting for his new partners.

The opening parts of "Keeping the Blade" by Coheed and Cambria ring through the arena as Chance Fusion and Amy Jackson step out onto the stage. Dark red and blue lights flicker all around the arena in sync with the music, shifting in tone and intensity.

John Walt: And his partners, first...from Tampa, Florida...being accompanied to the ring by Amy Jackson...Chance Fusion!

Amy trails merely inches away from Chance as they slowly make an ominous descent down the entrance ramp. Finally reaching the ring, Chance escorts Amy around to ringside. Chance then makes his way up the steps slowly before stepping into the ring and waiting for his final partner to arrive.

John Walt: And the third part of this team...from Big Delta, Alaska...weighing in at 195 pounds...Xander X!

Xander X walks silently down to the ring. He circles the ring surveying the crowd. He finally enters the ring using the steps, and walks to the center. He holds his arms above his head in X and gold pyros fire beside the ring to form an X. Xander and his partners now await the arrival of their opponents.

The house lights dim with the audience barely able to see their own hands in front of them. The words "Ceca Berth Kepis" flash on the screen as the opening drums of "pull harder on the strings of your martyr" by Trivium blares out of the speakers.

John Walt: And their opponents, first, from Manchester, England...weighing in at 215 pounds...he is The Creep!

White sparks fly up from the stage as the lights come back on. Bursting through the sparks as the guitar riff enters is none other than The Creep. Standing at the entrance he lifts his arms in the air and shouts to the crowd, all of whom are standing on their feet and cheering.

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 his elbow pads and looking about the ring. The shouted vocals continue as Tom ventures to the ring.

John Walt: And his partner...from Albany, New York...weighing in at 250 pounds...Tom “The Eh” Roberts!

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 smirks and turns towards the ramp, awaiting his partner's arrival as the vocals for the song turn back to vicious yells.

The lights immediately black out as the sudden chilling silence surrounds the atmosphere. Suddenly “Battery” by Metallica starts playing through the speakers, as the song’s soft and calm intro progresses the lights seems to be fading back. The music suddenly stops; a couple of seconds pass by before a huge and loud guitar riff blares through the speakers. The lights begin to blink uncontrollably as Lincoln Daggerson makes his way to the entrance stage wearing his entrance gear along with a black hoodie covering his torso.

John Walt: And lastly...from parts unknown...weighing in at 254 pounds...he is...Lincoln Daggerson!

The volume of the music increases as Lincoln Daggerson makes his way down the ramp, ignoring both the cheers and boos from the fans. Once he makes it to the ring, he slides in before taking off his hoodie. Lincoln slowly makes his way to one of the corners, he sits down and waits for the match to begin as the lights return to normal and the music starts to decrease.

JJ: Well here we go....let's go Larry!

The bell sounds as everyone tries to figure out who will be starting the match. Xander and Chance lock eyes and nod, slipping out of the ring and to the apron, effectively volunteering Larry to start the match. While eager, Larry doesn't necessarily seem thrilled about this. Nonetheless, Larry turns to face whoever his challenge will be. Tom and Creep do similar to Xander and Chance, sliding out of the ring as Lincoln is determined to start this one off. Larry and Lincoln slowly move in, squaring off in the center of the ring. Lincoln's confidence against the less than experienced Larry is nearly blinding as the two lock up and Lincoln quickly shoves him off.

JJ: Come on Larry! You can do better than that!

Lincoln waits for Larry to get to his feet as the lock up in the center of the ring once more. This time, Lincoln shifts him into a classic headlock, putting some pressure on the neck area of Larry. Eventually Lincoln goes to shove him off, but uses immense force as Larry is suddenly lunged forward into the corner, bouncing off and slamming against the mat. Despite the power in which he was thrown off, Larry stays resilient as he drags himself to his feet and goes towards Lincoln once again.

JJ: Yeah! Don't give up!

Lincoln laughs under his breath as he goes after Larry once more. Lincoln moves in and even lets his guard down as if to let Larry have a shot. Larry suddenly unloads a huge right hand the knocks Lincoln to one knee. Lincoln seems to be through playing around now, as he turns to Larry and knees him in the gut. Larry grabs at his mid-section as Lincoln decides it's time to end this. He ducks around behind Larry, suddenly hitting The Ferocity with vicious impact. Lincoln laxly covers Larry for an easy 1...2...and 3!

John Walt: Larry Boer has been eliminated!

Larry reluctantly slides out of the ring and limps back to his commentary position, plopping down in his chair. He tries to regain his breath as the match continues. Chance is decided to be his replacement now, as Fusion steps through the ropes and squares off against Lincoln. The two waste no time, locking up in the ring as Fusion pushes off the former champion. Chance suddenly delivers a stiff knife edge chop to the chest of Lincoln that obviously makes significant impact. Lincoln ignores the pain though, as he fights back with a kick to the mid-section and a sudden snap suplex. Chance arches and grabs his back after the move, rolling around after the impact.

JJ: There's a fundamental suplex by Lincoln! Simple, but effective.

Larry: Th- ….at's. Ri- …...ght.

Chance rolls and gets to his feet, turning to the champion only for Lincoln swing with a big crescent kick. Chance somehow dodges out of the way of this and grabs Lincoln from behind and lands a smooth reverse ddt. Chance stays on him, staying on him as he tries to lock in a dragon sleeper. Chance manages to get the hold on, but Lincoln is not at all about to tap out or pass out. Lincoln begins to arch himself as both him and Chance rise. Somehow both men get to the position of a standing dragon sleeper. Lincoln suddenly slips out of the move and catches Chance off guard with a big spike ddt. Chance hits the mat with a thud as Lincoln rolls him over and covers him for 1...2...but Chance gets a shoulder up.

JJ: What a close pinfall there, it was almost over for Fusion there.

Chance rolls away from Lincoln following the pin, slowly getting to his feet. Lincoln begins to stalk Chance, ready to capitalize and send him from the match. Lincoln nears Fusion, only for Chance to suddenly hit a superkick right to the chin of Lincoln. Lincoln staggers back towards his corner, just catching himself on the ropes before going to the ground. Chance quickly goes to his corner and tags in Xander X. In addition, Creep takes the liberty of tagging himself in as he slaps Lincoln on the back. Each man enters the ring ready to go, both running at each other. Xander gets the upper hand hitting a big knee strike that turns Creep inside out and sends him to the mat. Creep is up quick though, as Xander turns to see an already standing Creep as he is caught with a stiff t-bone suplex. Creep hooks the leg following the move for 1...2...but Xander kicks out of the pin.

JJ: And another close fall.

Both men roll to their feet as Xander quickly catches Creep with a kick to the gut before he lands a quick fameasser that drives Creep directly into the mat. Xander quickly rolls him over and covers Creep for 1...2...but he kicks out before the count of three. They each get to their feet, as Creep grabs Xander and whips him into the ropes. Xander scouts this and expects to come back with a big lou thesz press and to follow it with some mounted punches. As he jumps though, Creep catches Xander mid-air and uses his momentum against him, bringing Xander around and to the ground with a huge powerslam. Creep once again hooks the leg now for a pinfall getting 1...2...but somehow Xander gets a shoulder up once more.

JJ: Another good move from Creep and it'll be all over for Xander.

Creep gets to his feet and waits for Xander to get up. Just as Xander rises, Creep goes to grab him for The Creeper. Xander sees it coming as he quickly slips out and manages a rake of the eyes. Creep staggers back, grabbing at his face as Xander turns to Chance. Xander goes to make the tag, when from the outside Amy grabs Chance's hand and pulls him down away from the apron. Chance seems unsure about the move, but stays down and doesn't allow Xander to get the tag. Xander looks frustrated as he turns back to Creep and is now determined to succeed despite Chance's not allowing the tag. Xander turns and goes to Creep, hitting a big open hand slap to the chest of Creep. Creep grabs his chest in pain as Xander slips around behind him and lands a smooth russian leg sweep.

Larry: Well....it seems like....Xander....is coming back....in this one.

JJ: Sounds like you're starting to cool down Larry.

Xander gets to his feet and waits a moment for Creep to rise. Just as Creep is up, Xander moves in and suddenly hits an X Factor. The move is executed perfectly as Xander covers Creep for 1...2...but Creep kicks out of it. Xander is once again up quick, but Creep follows closely after him this time. The two lock up in the center of the ring now, as Xander then whips Creep into the ropes. Creep bounces off and comes back where Xander manages a hip toss bringing Creep to the mat. Creep rolls through it fairly quickly as he gets to his feet near Xander. Xander suddenly sees his opening as he moves in and goes to attempt the Crossover. Just before he hits it though, Creep knees him in the gut and suddenly hooks his arms for The Creeper. The move connects as Creep hooks the leg for 1...2...and 3!

John Walt: Xander X has been eliminated!

Xander rolls out of the ring following the move and slowly makes his way to the back. The entire tone of the contest changes now as it is suddenly every man for himself. With the tag teams out of the picture, the final four are left to tear each other apart. Tom and Lincoln quickly slide into the ring and get into the action. Not long after Creep is to his feet, he turns only to see Tom come at him and hit a big knife-edge chop. The sound reverberates throughout the whole arena as Creep staggers backwards. From the outside, Chance grabs Creep's feet and trips him, then dragging him to the outside. Chance whips Creep into the barricade now, as Tom and Lincoln are focused on each other inside the ring.

JJ: Things are really going to get interesting now with the tag team concept out the door.

Tom and Lincoln square off in the center of the ring, neither man being too quick to move in. Lincoln moves in but Tom quickly pulls off a fireman's carry that puts Lincoln on the mat. Tom goes to grab his leg for a figure four, but Lincoln quickly shoves Tom off and gets to his feet. Tom goes after him and attempts a quick vertical suplex, but Lincoln hooks his leg with Tom's to prevent the move from being pulled off. The two struggle as Tom tries to pull off the suplex, when Lincoln suddenly spins through and lands a rolling neckbreaker on Tom. The move lands on point as Lincoln hooks the leg for 1...2...but Tom kicks out without too much trouble.

Larry: It'll take more than...a good neckbreaker to bring down...The Eh.

On the outside, Chance and Creep have really started to tear into each other. With Creep still leaning on the barricade, Chance got up some momentum and hit a big clothesline, sending both men into the front few rows of the crowd. After a bit, they're each finally to their feet as the men start trading punches and strikes. The go blow for blow when Chance decides to try and capitalize as he bolts towards Creep. Suddenly Creep catches Chance for a belly to belly suplex and uses his momentum against him, sending him back towards the ring. Chance flies over the barricade and crashes to the ground with a thud as the crowd gasps and suddenly bursts into a chant of “Holy Shit!”. Amy quickly runs to Chance's side to check on him as he is obviously badly hurt.

Larry: Oh my god!

JJ: That was one of the most insane things I've ever seen!

On the inside of the ring, Tom and Lincoln are matching each other move for move. Tom whips Lincoln into the ropes and attempts to catch him with a big t-bone suplex, but Lincoln counters with a big flying forearm smash. Each man rolls to their feet somewhat quickly as they go back at it. Lincoln goes at him this time, and Tom does manage the t-bone suplex. The move sends Lincoln high into the air but brings him crashing to the mat. Tom is about to go after Lincoln, but his peripheral vision catches something on the outside. Tom sees Chance Fusion just barely making it to his feet after the devastating belly to belly which Creep delivered to him. With Lincoln still down, Tom turns to the outside and waits a moment for Chance to finally get to his feet. Tom uses the ropes for leverage as he suddenly leaps to the outside with a vaulting body press. Chance is about to be hit when Amy suddenly shoves him out of the way and ends up taking the blow herself. Amy is down on the ground and possibly hurt, as Chance turns and is shocked by seeing her there.

JJ: She just saved her fiancé! Had Amy not gotten in the way, it could have been over for Chance there.

Before Chance can tend to her though, Tom chops him in the chest and rolls him to the inside of the ring. Tom looks away from the ring after he rolls Chance in, seeing Creep starting to make his way over the barricade. Seeing another opportunity, Tom nears the barricade and reaches over at Creep. Tom grabs him for a belly to belly suplex of his own, sending Creep over the barricade and to the ground on the outside of the ring. On the inside, just as Chance rolls in, he barely manages to get to his feet, still badly hurt from the belly to belly earlier from Creep. Chance isn't even able to turn around and see Lincoln before he is grabbed from behind and hit with The Ferocity. Lincoln drives him to the mat and then covers him for 1...2...and 3!

John Walt: Chance Fusion has been eliminated!

Chance slowly rolls himself out of the ring as he eventually tries to get to his feet and go check on Amy and help her out of the arena. Now down to three, Lincoln looks to the outside and sees Tom and Creep going at it. Seeing a chance to catch a breather, Lincoln scales the turnbuckle in the ring and merely waits for an opening. On the outside, Creep has slowly risen to his feet near Tom. Tom goes near Creep, but Creep grabs his arm and suddenly whips him full force into the steel steps at ringside. Tom hits them and the impact sends him flipping over them and to the ground. The steps are dislodged from the ring post by the impact as well, as Creep moves towards Tom. Creep gets to Tom and slowly lifts him to his feet, rolling Tom into the ring. Creep follows suit as he gets to his feet near the center of the ring and goes to lift Tom once again. Before he can bring Tom to his feet though, Lincoln comes from the turnbuckle and hits a big flying heel kick to Creep the knocks him off his feet and to the mat.

Larry: What a kick by Lincoln!

JJ: That was spectacular, and now Lincoln has a chance to capitalize.

Lincoln looks to Tom who is slowly getting to his feet and moves in. Lincoln lifts Tom to his feet and picks him up, going to go for a backbreaker of sorts. Lincoln picks Tom off his feet and his him, seeming to be getting ready to hit the catatonic backbreaker. Just as he goes to hit the move and spins, Tom suddenly pulls off an amazing counter. Thinking on the fly, Tom shifts the momentum downward as he spins around and brings Lincoln smashing into the mat with almost a modified complete shot. Tom rolls away and slowly tries to get to his feet as Creep sees a chance at a pin, rolling near Lincoln and hooking the leg for 1...2...but Lincoln kicks out. Creep isn't surprised, but instead gets to his feet only to look on the other side of Lincoln and see Tom at a vertical base as well. Both men back up, someone looking to get some momentum soon. Lincoln slowly gets to his feet as he turns to see Creep bolting at him. The Creep hits a big running clothesline that knocks him to his feet. Creep turns and looks at Lincoln, about to go for the pin, when suddenly Tom is on Creep's back and dragging him to the ground. Tom suddenly has The Eh-Xit Wound locked in as Creep tries to fight out of it. Lincoln slowly makes his way to his feet, but chooses not to interfere as he sees the elimination of Creep only to benefit him. Tom intensifies the pressure as Creep has no choice to do what so many great men have done before him, and tap out to the Eh-Xit Wound.

John Walt: The Creep has been eliminated!

JJ: And now we're down to the final two!

Tom releases the hold as Creep eventually rolls his way out of the ring and exits to the back. Tom gets to his feet and looks across the ring to see Lincoln Daggerson standing tall. Tom smiles at where he has found himself. The crowd seems silent as Tom can be heard saying “Here we are again. One year later.” Lincoln nods to him as both men are ready to go. Tired from the match, each of them fights showing the signs of fatigue, as then slowly move in and lock up. Each man tries to throw the other off, only to separate in a stalemate. They lock up once more, as Tom transitions to having Lincoln in a headlock. Lincoln quickly shoves Tom off and into the ropes, waiting for him to return. As Tom bolts back towards Lincoln, he is caught with a big belly to belly suplex. Lincoln rolls over to Tom and goes for the submission, grabbing his legs and trying to lock on The Eternal Suffering. Tom struggles and fights it, but Lincoln manages to get the move locked in. Lincoln intensifies the pressure, but Tom suddenly uses a burst of energy to throw Lincoln off.

Larry: I'm genuinely stumped, I don't know who is going to prevail here. Both of these men could leave the victor.

Lincoln rolls around, trying to get to his feet before Tom to get the upper hand. Lincoln is up first, but is quickly followed by Tom. The two run at each other and suddenly collide, smacking skulls as both of them fall back and to the ground. Each man rolls and slowly tries to get to their feet following the collision, but the impact definitely has done some damage. Tom rolls towards Lincoln and suddenly starts clubbing at his knee. Lincoln tries to pull his leg away, but the strikes have hit their mark. Lincoln grabs his leg as Tom manages to get to his feet. Tom is up now, reaching out and grabbing Lincoln's leg, stomping at the knee a few more times. Suddenly Tom goes to lock in the figure four leg lock, the very move me won with last year. Lincoln sees it coming and tries to fight out, but Tom manages to lock it in. Lincoln writhes in pain as he begins to contemplate tapping out to the very same move he did one year ago. Suddenly Lincoln gets a burst of perseverance as in one big blast he manages to turn him and Tom over and reverse the pressure of the move.

JJ: Lincoln has the move reversed! Tom needs to get out of this one quick!

Tom struggles for a moment, finally managing to release himself from the move, sliding away and grasping at his knee as Lincoln did earlier. Lincoln uses the ropes to get to his feet, still having a slight limp from the damage to his legs, but he does his very best to fight it. Lincoln tries to rehab his leg for a moment while Tom is getting up. Tom finally reaches a vertical base as Lincoln moves in and sees an opening for The Ferocity. Lincoln goes to grab Tom, but Tom slips away and around behind Lincoln. Tom wraps his arms around Lincoln for a german suplex, suddenly executing it with perfect technique as he brings Lincoln to the mat. Tom holds on though, rolling through and getting to his feet with Lincoln still in his grasp. Lincoln hooks his leg with Tom's and stops the move, but Tom clubs him in the back quickly and manages to pull off the second german suplex. Tom holds on once more, rolling to his feet again, as he goes for the third of the german suplexes. Just before he goes to hit it, Lincoln reaches his arm back and elbows Tom square in the face. Tom releases his grip and staggers backwards as Lincoln slips behind him with amazing quickness, suddenly grabbing Tom from behind and hitting The Ferocity! Lincoln sees victory in his grasp as he covers Tom and hooks the leg for 1...2...and 3!

John Walt: Here is your winner of the third annual Downpour Elimination Contest.......Lincoln Daggerson!

Lincoln rolls away from Tom and slowly tries to get to his feet, absolutely ecstatic about his win. Tom reluctantly slides out of the ring and exits to the back as “Battery” by Metallica hits the arena and Lincoln celebrates his victory. Lincoln scales the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd. He is met with a mix of cheers and boos, but one thing is constant amongst the fans. Every is on their feet and giving Lincoln a standing ovation. Not just Lincoln though, this ovation is for every man who participated in this one of a kind contest, truly one to go down in the history books.

Backstage, a camera man is seen following Tom Roberts down the eerily quiet hallways, his head hung and his shoulder slumped, completely exhausted from the match. The only sound on the scene was Tom's feet as he dragged them over the tiles, and the whirr of machines in the background. The man was obviously drained mentally and physically as he made his way to his designated locker room. But, as he walks, a voice booms in from off-camera.

"Roberts! Ach, lad, good show!"

Tom slowly lifts his head and looks up to where the camera soon turned to, and there stood Brett Cross with the EUW Pure Title draped over his shoulder and with a large mug of mead in hand. He reached in and hugged his former mentor tight before speaking out again in his deep Norse accent.

"T'is a shame you didn't win, but aye, better luck next time, right? 'Ell, perhaps you 'n I could 'ave a go? Perhaps you'd like to take on the real champ of EUW, instead?"

Brett Cross' laughter struck like a thunderclap as he playfully boxed at Tom Roberts and jokingly tapped him on the jaw with a gentle right hook. But Tom didn't seem interested in any of the joking or the playful sparring. He instead just hung his head once more and patted Hammer on his back as he lazily brushed past him.

"Congrats, big guy. It's about time. Maybe some other time, friend."

Tom's words came out drone, with zero emphasis put behind what he was saying, it was almost a depressed whisper. On his way back to the room, he groaned and hugged himself tightly, as if a chill had just washed over him. Then when he made it to the door, he entered quickly and shut it behind him with an echoing click of the lock. Cross turned to the camera and shrugged his shoulders before turning to leave.

But as he did, a second groan, more distressed than the first was heard off camera. And then a vicious yell that cracked through the quiet of the hall. Cross's brow furrowed as he turned to look towards the locker room door, and as he did, the sounds grew louder, as if a horrible struggle was occuring inside the room. Then, a second yell was heard, this one born of pain and helplessness, of anguish. Cross tossed the mug of mead aside and ran towards the room, jiggling the handle fiercely in an attempt to enter.

"Roberts! Are ye alright in there? Open the door, friend!"

But inside, all that could be heard were more cries from Tom Roberts, and the sounds of the room being torn apart. Cross continued to struggle with the doorknob as the war in the locker room grew louder untill finally with a grunt Cross thrust his shoulder in to the door, tearing it from the hinges and stepped in to the room. Inside, no one was present, but the entire scene was destoryed. The cameraman peered in around Cross' large shoulders to bring the image of inside the room to the viewers. Everything was torn upside down, and the walls were clawed to hell. The metal lockers, once heavly bolted to the cement walls were torn from where they used to sit and lay in a mangled heap on the floor. Thick planks of the benches lay in splinters, and at the center of the scene were shreds of Roberts' clothes laying in a puddle of sticky gore. The feed of the camera continued to look about the locker room as Cross ran out for help untill it rested upon the lone window in the scene. The glass was shattered, and through the broken glass only a sliver of the moon could be seen as the feed cuts back to the arena for the World Heavyweight Championship match.

Larry: So now we head into our main event of the evening. It will be brother versus brother in one of the most anticipated matches ever in EUW history.

J.J: That's right Larry. Tonight we have the man known as Oblivion, a former EUW Champion, stepping into the ring with the current champion, Xplode. This match is going to be a nasty one.

Larry: We all know that Oblivion wants a little more than the gold strap. He is looking for revenge!

J.J: Agreed. The man from the darkside was seemingly gone from the EUW. Things changed a few weeks ago when weird things began to happen. Anything surrounding Xplode seemed to be a bit off as accidents took place in all forms. It would all culminate last week as the EUW Champion finally came face to face with the Lord of time...Oblivion!

Larry: You know, we all remember how dominating Oblivion was when we last seen him. What people do not seem to think about though is how well Xplode has held on to that title. It has been quite awhile since we have had a champion be as vocal and as entertaining as Xplode has been. Don't be surprised if the Strategic Assassin pulls one out here!

J.J: Oh I won't. Xplode has proven to pretty much everyone that he deserves to be at the pinnacle of our sport. Let's just see if he stays there.

John Walt: The following match is scheduled for one fall. It is for the EUW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! First, we will announce the challenger...

The crowd erupts! The Safeco Arena literally shakes from the response of the fans! A thin layer of fog begins to spray from the stage area as the lights begin to dim out. Rain is overheard in the sound system as the crowd continues to cheer loudly.

J.J: Wow, Oblivion really gets these fans going!

The voice of a woman begins to speak.


"Do not stand at his grave and weep...
He is not there....
He does not sleep...
Just know that we are no longer alone....
He walks yet again and has returned home..."

Then the lights suddenly go out completely. Sounds of footsteps are overheard. Then, an engine fires up from a motorcycle as the crowd erupts louder than ever! "Inside the Fire" by Disturbed slams loudly through the audio as a lone motorcycle drives through the entrance curtain. Dressed in a long black trench coat and black leather jeans, Oblivion blasts down the rampway and drives towards the ring.

John Walt: Please put your hands together for..... OBLIVION!

Making a lap around the ring, the lights begin to flicker in a strobe like fashion. Dismounting his bike, Oblivion scales the ring apron and enters the ring. The crowd, now hysterical, cheers for the man in black. After acknowledging the fans, Obi then turns to face the entrance stage as he removes his jacket.

Larry: Damn. Just... damn.

John Walt: And now... the EUW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

The crowd turns to the stage once again. Walking through the entrance curtain, a musical band heads out into view and sets up their instruments. Godsmack begins to play to the fans live!! Playing their hit "I stand alone", they drive the fans into a frenzy! Walking along side them, a lone figure steps through the shadows and into view.

John Walt: From San Francisco , California. Please welcome... XPLODE!

Standing at the entrance, Xplode stares to his right at Godsmack who are performing his theme song. Taking a sip of his Monster energy drink, he wanders over to them and listens for a bit. The EUW World Heavyweight title sitting around his waist. After a few brief moments, Xplode slowly turns his head to stare at the ring. The camera pans back to the ring as Oblivion is seen bouncing about and throwing punches into the air.

Heading towards the ring, Xplode walks slowly, staring at Oblivion the whole time. Finally hitting the ring apron, Xplode then walks up the metal steps and through the ropes. With Godsmack playing loudly, Xplode slowly removes his world title, all the while matching Oblivion's gaze. Xplode's intro then finally finishes as the crowd responds loudly. The referee then lifts the world title for all to see.

J.J: This is truly David versus Goliath.

Larry: Did David have a sledgehammer?

The referee calls for the bell as the match begins. Neither man makes a move towards the other as they stare into each other's eyes. With a record breaking amount of viewers from around the world, the EUW Champion slowly walks towards Oblivion, head shaking and lips moving. You can see that Xplode is cursing at Obi, not showing a bit of fear! Obi does not respond. He only stares down at his younger brother.

After a brief moment standing face to face, Xplode gestures a world title around his waist. Obi responds by punching Xplode right in the chops! Xplode drops to the mat quickly from the force of the punch! Scrambling back to his feet, Xplode does not have time to recover as Obi unleashes a barrage of punches into Xplode's torso, driving the champion backwards into the turnbuckle behind him. Not letting up, Oblivion then backs up and sends his elbow into Xplode's jaw!

Larry: Oblivion is on fire!!!!!

Reaching out with strong, tattooed arms, Oblivion then Irish whips Xplode across the ring and into the adjacent corner! The sheer power of the whip causes Xplode to slam into the pads and bounce back out to center ring. Oblivion gets a running start and unloads a huge clothesline to Xplode! Tumbling to the mat like a rag doll, Xplode glares up at Oblivion. Oblivion stares back at Xplode, almost mocking him!

Slamming his fist down against the mat, Xplode stands back up defiantly! Running at Obi, he ducks underneath yet another clothesline from Oblivion and follows it up with a punch of his own! Xplode continues to punch the big man with all that he has inside of him! Each punch causes Obi to take a step backwards. After the exchange, Xplode shoves Oblivion hard into the corner of the ring with authority! Climbing the bottom rope and straddling Oblivion's chest, Xplode begins to unload punch after punch into Oblivion's face! The crowd counts along with each attack.

1......2.....3......4......5.....6

Holding his fist high into the air, Xplode leans forward and spits into Oblivion's face! He then continues the attack!

7....8......9

Suddenly Oblivion springs to life! Reaching around and grabbing the back of Xplode's legs, he uses the turnbuckle to his advantage as he turns the attack into one of his own! An insane powerbomb is performed, sending Xplode to the mat with a huge bounce! His arms slap the mat alongside him!

Sliding into the corner upon his butt, Oblivion quickly catches his breath. The crowd is screaming like crazy.

J.J: They are going to kill each other out there!

Finally filled with energy once more, Oblivion rises back to his feet and heads towards Xplode who is still knocked out. Grabbing him by his hair, Oblivion then hoists Xplode high into the air and locks in the bear hug! Xplode quickly awakens and does everything he can to break the hold. Standing nearby, a referee awaits a submission.

Trying to slide his hands under Oblivion's large arms, Xplode shakes about in hopes of being free of the hug! It is no use! As his arms begin to grow limp, Xplode starts to fade out. Oblivion leans forward hoping to pour it on.

Larry: This could be it!!!!!!

As the referee reaches for Xplode's hand, he lifts it to check for awareness. His hand drops back down once let go.

1!

The referee then lifts Xplode's arm once more, upon letting it go the arm drops once more!

2!!!

Finally, the referee grabs Xplode arm again. Upon letting it go, Xplode suddenly holds it high in the air! With one mighty finger, Xplode flips Oblivion the bird!!! The crowd begins to laugh hysterically as Obi glares back in amazement! With both hands at once, Xplode then slaps the ears of Oblivion, causing him to let go of the hold! Dropping back to his feet, Xplode crumbles to the mat holding his ribs. It seems that the hug had done some damage to the EUW Champion! Staggering backwards, Oblivion quickly tries to regain his composure. Without hesitation, Xplode then launches from his kneeling position and unleashes a running knee strike to Oblivion, causing the big man to stumble backwards and over the top rope to the floor below! Xplode, still holding his ribs, follows Oblivion to the outside.

Wandering the outside of the ring, Oblivion shakes off the cobwebs. Xplode, now upon him once again, grabs his long black hair only to have Oblivion rake his eyes in response. Turning around, Oblivion then grabs Xplode by the head and the other hand on his black trunks. With one mighty toss, he hurls Xplode over the crowd barrier and into the cheering crowd!!! Popcorn sprays everywhere as Xplode falls unto the chairs. Oblivion, once again renewed, climbs the barrier and drops into the fans as well. Security guards quickly secure the area as Oblivion grabs Xplode by the head and lays a fist into him. Pulling on Xplode's hair once again, Oblivion picks him up easily and tosses him over the crowd barrier once more and unto the ramp way.

J.J: The war has spilled out of the ring!

Larry: Why isn't the referee stopping this!??

Stepping over the crowd barrier easily, Oblivion walks up to Xplode who is now stumbling backwards towards the entrance curtain. Reaching out with both hands, Oblivion catches Xplode who quickly turns around and punches Oblivion square in the face. Oblivion responds with a punch of his own. The two men slug it out as they slowly approach the edge of the stage area!

J.J: NO! WATCH OUT!

Xplode, exchanging punches as quickly as he can, finds himself now pushing Oblivion to the very edge of the stage area. Thinking quickly, he kicks Obi in the gut and begins to perform the Drop Zone!! As Xplode pulls back to unleash the hold, Oblivion straightens himself back out, lifting Xplode up into the air and sending him flying over his back!!! Xplode goes sailing off the stage and into a nearby arena speaker system! The crowd screams in delight!

(HOLY SHIIIIT.. HOLY SHIIIIIT.. HOLY SHIIIIIT!!!!!!)

Dropping to his knees, Oblivion tries to catch his breath as he looks down upon the EUW world champion.

J.J: Somebody call an ambulance!!! He can't be ok after that! Oblivion has lost control and this match has gotten out of hand!!!!

Officials run out to check on Xplode. He continues to lay on his back amongst the wires and speaker equipment. Blood is splattered over his body and facial area. As referees see to Xplode, Oblivion limps his way back to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope once more and finding a seat in the corner of the ring. The fans around the arena make motions as if they are bowing to him.

Meanwhile, Xplode begins to stir. With his hands shaking and knees buckling, he pushes away the officials and tumbles towards the ring. Raising his finger to Oblivion, he motions that he is far from done.

J.J: LOOK AT THIS!! XPLODE WON'T GIVE UP!

Larry: That is the heart of a champion right there. The heart, the stamina... the stupidity....

Rolling into the ring, Xplode wobbles about, completely spent. Blood drips down his cheek and unto the mat below. His face, completely covered by the crimson mask.

(XPLODE! OBLIVION! XPLODE! OBLIVION!)

Walking towards Oblivion, Xplode motions for Obi to pick up the fight once more. Shaking his head, Obi obliges. With one strong punch, Obi floors Xplode , causing the champion to hit the mat hard. Xplode once again rises to his feet, not giving up. Obi can hardly believe his eyes as he lays into him yet again. This time, Xplode does not go all the way down. he merely stumbles a bit. Obi tries for a 3rd shot but finds himself punched back this time! Obi punches... then Xplode punches... Obi punches.... then Xplode punches..

Obi then lays Xplode out with the big boot!!!!

J.J: OH MY GAWD!

Signaling for the end, Obi picks up Xplode who is at his wit's end. Sliding his head between his knees, Obi begins to perform the Death Certificate!!! Picking up Xplode, he is countered surprisingly as Xplode's feet hit the mat once more. With a shove, Xplode sends Oblivion back. Oblivion responds by reaching out and grabbing Xplode's neck for a quick choke slam!!! Yanking Xplode to him, Oblivion begins to talk trash face to face to the EUW Champion. As Oblivion begins to lift Xplode, he is countered yet again as he is kicked in the gut once more! Then, in one easy swoop, Xplode grabs both of Oblivion's arms and slams him down with the DROP ZONE!!!!

Larry: That's it! PIN HIM!

Xplode rolls Obi over and covers for the pin...


1......2...... Oblivion barely raises his arm to break the pin!!

Pulling his red blood stained hair out, Xplode screams as he gets back to his feet. Yanking a now spent Oblivion, he bends him over and yanks on his arms. Then, he unleashes the DROP ZONE once again!! Xplode covers him as the referee slides in and counts 1...2....and 3!

John Walt: Here is your winner...and STILL....the EUW World Heavyweight Champion...Xplode!

Xplode receives his championship and celebrates his victory within the ring as Oblivion lays motionless in the center of the ring. Back 2 Roots fades to black with the sight of Xplode standing tall, still the World Champion.


This has been an EUW Production...

Special Thanks to...
Jeremy Sterling
Lincoln Daggerson
Tom Roberts
The Creep
Hi Octane
Oblivion
Diabolik
Xplode
James Vincent
Everyone who roleplayed!
Anyone else who contributed in any way!