EUW Presents: Besieged 2007

[Commissioner Warrior™]

Besieged opens up with a package highlighting the past weeks leading up to the event. From the mysterious promos that have been seen, to the creation of many of the matches. Several clips are from just the past MNS, as it caused a majority of the matches to be created. Some computer themed clips are shown, as well as shots of EUW.com and the voting pages. Clips of past battles between Warrior and Meltdown, among other things, are also shown. The camera eventually zooms out to show a large fireworks display go off on the Besieged stage. The stage is also very Texas themed, due to Besieged coming to PPV from the Alamo Dome. The main part of the stage set is shaped like the Alamo, with the entrance curtain being near the doors and two large titantrons placed to each side of the top of the Alamo, and one above it. On the right hand side of the stage is some tumbleweeds, a large statue of a longhorn, as well as a branding iron and an electric cattle prod. To the left hand side of the stage, there isn’t such a variety of things, but one large thing stands out. The back end of a Cadillac placed as if it’s sticking out of the ground is set up on the stage, alluding to the famous Cadillac Ranch in Texas. The camera pans around the crowd, seeing some key signs such as “I voted for the Fire Extenguisher!”, “Champion or Commissioner?! You can’t be both!”, “Michael de’ Archangel: Pure Frightening and new Pure Champion!”, “Will Michael Jackson be here tonight?”, “Lincoln Daggerson: Pure Champion 4 Ever!”, and of course, the classic, always wonderful, large array of signs which read “Don’t Fire Hi Octane!”.

We cut backstrage where Lincoln Daggerson is shown walking down the hallways with the Pure title on his shoulder. Suddenly one of the doors he passes by opens and out comes Cole Evolver, these two men at first don’t notice each other. They suddenly stop and turn around.

Cole Evolver: Hey! Look who’s here, isn’t it our beloved champion Lincoln Daggerson.

Lincoln Daggerson: Cole! Long time no see huh? So you still scrubbing toilets in the ladies bathroom or did you get an upgrade?

Cole Evolver: You’ve always been quite the comedian, eh? Well guess what you better enjoy the last few minutes of alone time with that title cause after I’m voted in tonight, you’re finished. Like last year remember?

Lincoln Daggerson: Watch it, Buttercup.

Cole Evolver: Oh so you do remember!

Lincoln Daggerson: Yeah Cole I remember but guess what, this year Cobra Sambuka isn’t around to make sure you and the title are together. This year, if you get voted it’s just you and I. That’s of course IF you get voted.

Cole Evolver: Don’t get too comfortable there champ. I’m still standing you know and after tonight you’ll be the one out cold on the ground. That I guarantee.

Cole winked at Lincoln who merely scoffed at his arch enemy, both men then proceeded to walk away.

The camera cuts back to the arena as “Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top hits the arena. A man in a solid black suit, new shoes, and dark sunglasses steps onto the ramp. He comes out glaring at the steel ramp, then looks up and it becomes obvious that this is Warrior. He looks out at the crowd a bit, various boos and cheers coming from all directions. Some people simply have always opposed Warrior, while others are simply happy to be at Besieged. Warrior looks around some more, then walks down to the ring. He arrives and slowly makes his way up the steps and goes in over the middle rope. Warrior finally raising the microphone in his right hand. He goes to speak, but lowers it, as the boos and cheers only increase. He waits a few moments, then finally raises the microphone and starts talking.

Warrior: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Besieged 2007!

The crowd turns into pure cheers, out of sheer excitement.

Warrior: It is now time for Besieged, the most interactive event of the year. Brought to you by EUW! Besieged is also sponsored by Red Bull!



Warrior: Now, I’m going to start the night with a bit of a surprise. I am going to announce the voting results for the Pure Title situation...right now! But first, let’s get the three men who you voted on out here!

JJ: Wow. I had no idea that this was going to happen so early ladies and gentlemen.

Larry: Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we’re not excited!

The lights go out and a red glowing fog comes from the entrance way as "Slept So Long" by Korn begins to play. Two rows of three dark figures move out from the fog. Their faces are ashen white with archaic symbols on their faces. Match forward and stop before the ring. Their eyes start to slide into the back of their heads as they lift their hands to the sky. Once their hands are fully raised, a pyro goes off at the ramp entrance and The lights come back up in red as the guitars starts in the song.

Warrior: First, weighing in at 260 pounds...from Phoenix, Arizona...being accompanied to the ring by Saraphim...he is...Michael de’ Archangel!

Archangel comes walking out with Saraphim in tow. Michael walks to wards the ring slowly staring directly at the ring. He stops and 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 him as they both move towards one of the corners.

As ‘Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away)’ starts the arena goes black with only the flashing of cameras lighting the room. The guitar stops and when it re enters sparks come up from the stage engulfing it in white light. The Creep comes through the sparks in his wrestling attire.

Warrior: And introducing, from Manchester, England...weighing in at 215 pounds...ladies and gentlemen...The Creep!

He walks down the ramp barely noticing the fans and approaches the ring. He slides under the ropes and jumps up screaming at the air above him. The Creep retreats to the opposite corner of Michael de’ Archangel, choosing to keep his distance.

As the intimidating sounds of the guitar played by Guitarists Zacky Vengeance and Synyster Gates of A7X in the beggining of the song Unholy Confessions blare through the loud speakers surrounding the packed arena of screaming fans. Red lights flash everywhere as small pyro shoots out from the entrance ramp filling it with smoke.

Warrior: Now, from Boston, Massachusetts...weighing in at 194 pounds...he is Cole Evolver!

From the smoke comes Cole Evolver jumping around getting hyped up for the match, he walks down the cold hard steel ramp and slides into the ring hitting the black turnbuckles taunting the fans, finally he hops down and goes to one of the few open corners left.

Warrior: Now, before I announce the results. I would like to bring out one more person.

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 and the Pure Title on his right shoulder.

Warrior: Ladies and gentlemen...from an undisclosed location...weighing in at 255 pounds...he is the EUW Pure Champion...Lincoln Daggerson!

The volume of the music increases as Lincoln Daggerson makes his way down the ramp, ignoring both the cheers and boo’s from the fans. Once he makes it to the ring, he slides his title in first before taking off his hoodie and then entering the ring. Daggerson picks up his title and then raises it high above his head; he kisses it before handing it to the referee. 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. Lincoln then takes a place in the only unoccupied corner.

With all four men on edge, Warrior wastes no time in continuing.

Warrior: Well here we are. The moment all four of you have been waiting for. May I have the envelope please.

Warrior moves to the ropes and receives an envelope from an EUW official. He moves back to the center of the ring, then proceeds to rip open the envelope and remove the paper inside. Warrior then begins to speak with a slightly shocked tone.

Warrior: And the man who is facing Lincoln Daggerson later tonight is...wow. Umm. Well it appears that after the close voting, we have................A THREE WAY TIE! I knew the voting would be close, but I had no idea how close. In light of the voting results, I’m going to make a decision right now. Lincoln Daggerson, you will still defend the title later tonight. And the three of you will still all have a match. So right now, we are going to have a Triple Threat match between Cole Evolver, Michael de’ Archangel, and The Creep! The man who gains a pinfall or submission in this no disqualifications and no count out match, will go on to face Lincoln Daggerson later tonight! The man who is not involved in the decision, not being pinned, not tapping out, and not gaining the pin or submission, will receive a Pure Title shot some time in the future! And, the man who taps out or is pinned...will get nothing! Lincoln Daggerson, you may exit the ring. I see we’ve already got an official out here, so ring the bell!

JJ: Oh my god! Well this match is now underway, and all of the competitors seem to be in utter shock.

Larry: Wait, the match is starting. Wait, it’s a triple threat. Wait...wait...wait...ahhhh! I’m so confused...

Warrior and Lincoln quickly exit the ring, as the three men left are all still standing with shocked looks on their faces. Cole Evolver finds himself the quick thinker, as he bolts towards Creep and catches him off guard with a leaping dropkick. Cole gets to his feet, but is quickly knocked to the ground when Michael hits a stiff big boot. Michael looks out to the crowd and raises his arms, standing alone as the other two men are down. Michael lowers his arms, but suddenly Creep rolls him up with a school boy for 1...but Michael powers out early. Creep rises to his feet, as well as Michael. The two get up simultaneously and face off for a moment. After a small delay, Cole Evolver suddenly sweeps The Creep. Creep tumbles backwards and to the ground, as Cole refocuses on Michael. Michael tries a fast clothesline, but Cole ducks. Cole then catches Michael with a quick German Suplex.

JJ: Great execution there by Cole Evolver.

Larry: This match is just chaos! I can’t even keep track of what’s going on.

Cole gets to his feet, as does Creep. The two stare for a split second, before Cole runs at Creep for a dropkick. Creep dodges out of the way, as Cole runs and ends up hitting the ropes. Cole drops to the ground, and spends a few seconds getting to his feet, with the help of the ropes. With Cole leaning against the ropes, Creep quickly capitalizes by clotheslining him to the outside of the ring. But Creep turns around to be met by a clothesline of Michael’s own delivering. Michael wastes little time in lifting Creep to his feet and going on the offensive. Michael holds Creep by the head, and delivers one straight punch. Creep staggers a bit, then Michael hits a quick t-bone suplex. Michael looks out at the crowd, lifts Creep up again, and hits a quick gutwrench suplex. Michael then covers Creep for 1...2...but Creep kicks out.

JJ: Some methodical moves there by Michael de’ Archangel.

Larry: But he couldn’t finish the match with it.

Michael moves away from Creep a bit, frustrated by only a 2 count on the previous fall. Michael then reaches out and wraps his hands around the throat of Creep. Michael continues to choke Creep into the mat. Creep flails and struggles, as the referee begins counting. 1...2...3...4...5! But the referee can’t disqualify Michael for the incident. He tries to push Michael off, because of which, Michael stands up and confronts the referee. Michael shoves the ref back, but the ref stands his ground and shoves right back, then pointing to the EUW logo on his shirt. Michael finally gives up with arguing with the referee, shoves him one last time, then looks again towards Creep. In all the commotion, Michael had not realized that Creep had already made it to his feet. Michael turns around to see Creep kick him in the gut and hit The Creeper out of nowhere. Creep rolls over Michael and hooks the leg for 1...2...but Cole is then seen leaping off the top rope as he crashes into Creep with an axe handle attack.

JJ: Creep had the match won there!

Larry: And Cole came out of nowhere!

Creep rolls over and slowly tries to get to his feet. While Creep is rising, Cole tries to hook the leg of Michael for a quick pin. He gets 1...2...but Creep stomps on Cole to break it up. Creep picks up Cole and hits a standing clothesline. Michael rolls near the ropes, about to try to use them to raise himself up. But before Michael can start to get up, Creep runs and dropkicks Michael to the outside. Michael hits the ground with a thud, just as Cole rises to his feet. Creep turns around, and now a standoff is set between Cole and Creep. They both move in cautiously, hesitant to lock up. Creep holds out one hand for a classic test of strength lock up. Cole hesitates, but eventually accepts the gesture. Then lock one hand, then the other two. Now the two begin to push with all their might. Cole begins to get a slight upper hand, but Creep uses one burst to push Cole back. Cole bends backwards, arching all the way down to where the top of his head is now resting on the mat, barely keeping him above the ground at all.

JJ: What a test of strength we have here!

Larry: And it looks like Creep’s got the upper hand here!

Cole then uses one last second burst of energy to push himself back up to a vertical base. Creep goes to push him back down, but Cole hits a quick knee to the gut. Creep bends over from the heavy blow, when Cole then tries to capitalize quickly. Cole takes the groggy Creep and lifts him up high for a sit-out powerbomb. In a flash, Creep crashes to the ground with a resounding thud. The sound ricochets throughout the arena, as Cole hooks the leg for the pin. The referee slides in, checks the shoulders, then counts 1...2...but Creep manages to get a shoulder up, almost purely out of instinct. Cole reluctantly moves away a bit, then lifts Creep to his feet. Cole locks Creep’s head in with his arm and crashes down with a stiff DDT. Cole goes for another pin, again obtaining only a count of two. Now very frustrated, Cole lifts Creep to his feet again. Cole goes to get himself into position for the Crimson Falls, but Creep hits a stiff punch to the gut and for the second time in the match, hits The Creeper seemingly from nowhere. Only this time it’s been executed on Cole Evolver. Creep reaches out and drapes an arm over Cole for 1...2...but Michael grabs Creep by the foot and pulls him out of the ring!

JJ: Where did The Creeper come from that time? He hits that move so quick!

Larry: But Michael broke up the pin. Ironic, considering Michael was covered earlier after that very same move, and Cole came in to break it up.

Michael now has Creep on the outside, as he hits a quick kick to the gut of Creep. Creep staggers a bit, then Michael uses something most everyone was unaware he even had. It then becomes apparent that in all the commotion between Creep and Cole, Michael got a hold of his walking cane. Michael swings the cane at the force of a professional baseball home-run hitter as it collides with the mid-section of Creep. Creep bends at the waist from the impact, as Michael then brings the partially cracked cane down onto Creep’s back, causing the cane to shatter into several pieces. Michael slides into the ring, and looks to the ground, expecting to see Cole still lying motionless. When he sees no such thing, he becomes confused, and turns around to find Cole. Michael turns to see Cole perched on the top turnbuckle. Cole leaps off for a crossbody attack, but Michael apparently makes the decision that this move won’t make impact. Showing his impressive strength, Michael de’ Archangel catches Cole in midair. Michael then holds Cole up for what seems like an eternity, then he flings Cole over his head with an amazing fallaway slam.

JJ: What a move by Michael de’ Archangel!

Larry: Yeah. Vampires are usually pretty damn strong. This proves it.

Michael de’ Archangel stands up and moves over to Cole, then going for the pin attempt. The referee slides in and begins to count for 1...2...but Cole somehow gets his shoulder up. Michael stands up, lifting Cole to his feet during the process. Michael looks out to the crowd, then grabs the groggy Cole and hits a t-bone suplex on him. Cole crashes to the ground, and Michael hooks the leg for 1...2...but Cole kicks out. Michael lifts Cole to his feet, kicks him in the gut, then nails a gutwrench suplex. Michael looks down at Cole, who seems entirely motionless, but rather than trying for the pin, he lifts the almost dead weight Cole Evolver to his feet. While all this is happening in the ring, both men end up oblivious to what Creep is doing on the outside. Creep has made it to his feet already, and has gotten a wooden table out from under the ring. While Cole and Michael fight, Creep has set up this table outside of the ring, not far from the side of the ring. Back in the ring, Michael de’ Archangel picks Cole up to his feet and locks him in for a stalling suplex. He walks around the ring a bit, but before hitting the move, Cole begins to struggle free. Being near the ropes, Michael begins to lose his grips and Cole lands back on his feet, but he is now standing on the ring apron. Cole then uses pure adrenaline to lift Michael over the rope and to the outside of the ring. Michael lands outside of the ring, crashing through the table and to the floor.

JJ: Oh my god! Michael de’ Archangel could be out of this match entirely!

Larry: What instinct there by Cole. Wait...nah, it’s just dumb luck.

Michael takes the blunt of the impact, but it is obvious that Cole took some damage from this move as well, as he ended up landing on the floor outside of the ring. Creep surveys the damage, then realizes Cole is about to get up. Creep stalks the downed Cole Evolver for a bit, waiting for him to rise. Cole finally gets up, but Creep decides to keep his distance for a moment. Instead, Creep then quickly scales the turnbuckle, as Cole slides into the ring, appearing entirely incoherent. Creep leaps off, possibly for a flying clothesline. Unfortunately for Creep though, Cole has scouted this whole situation. Cole suddenly swings a steel pipe he had kept fairly hidden in between his arms. The pipe clashes with Creep in mid air. Creep crumbles to the mat with a thud, as Cole holds the pipe in the air, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd. Cole panders to the crowd a bit, showing off the pipe to each side of the arena. He eventually goes to show it to the final side, when he is caught off guard. Creep has regained himself by now, and suddenly grabs Cole and rolls him up. The referee slides in and counts the pin for 1...2...3!

John Walt: Here is your winner, and the man who will face Lincoln Daggerson for the Pure Title later tonight....The Creep! And due to not being involved in the decision, Michael de’ Archangel will receive a future Pure Championship match!

Creep has his hand raised by the referee, as Cole is still standing shocked by the whole situation. EMTs move out to the ring to assist Michael de’ Archangel, who is still not moving in the shards of the table he was driven through earlier in the match. Creep exits the ring, going to rest up for his match later, as Cole takes a while to even grasp what has just happened and then exits the ring.

JJ: "What a win for The Creep. Now he goes on to face Lincoln later tonight! "

Larry: "I’m not sure if I would have preferred to be Creep or Michael de’ Archangel. Michael gets to rest before his shot, but Creep’s only got a short amount of time between now as his match."

Just as Larry ends his sentence, the brightness of the arena dims to a pitch black. Soft movements are heard. Wind is heard blowing, leaves are heard scratching against hard sidewalks. The titantron cuts to the image of an unmarked tombstone and stays on it. The camera rests upon fresh dirt, the individual just being buried not too long ago. A clean, white-taped hand hangs out of the dirt eerily, not touched at all by the dirt surrounding it. This strange hand stays in its place, limp, barely touching the dirt. A voice interrupts the rustlings in the background. This deep, twisted voice recites lyrics.

"I love the Lord,
But sometimes it's like that I love me more.
I love the peace
And I love the war.
I love the seas
And I love the shore.
No love for no beach,
Baby, that's law.
But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil.
I trick, I fall,
Run up in raw.
I love her, with all my heart.
Every vein, every vessel,
Every bullet launched,
With every flower that I ever took apart,
She said- that she would give me greatness,
Status, placement above the others,
My face would grace covers
Of the magazines of the hustlers
Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene
The obscene obsession for the bling
She would be my queen
I could be her king
Together, she would make me cool
And we would both rule, forever
And I would never feel pain
And never be without pleasure, ever, again
And if the rain stops
And everything's dry
She would cry
Just so I can drink the tears from her eyes
She'll teach me how to fly
Even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall
And I plummet from the sky
But she will keep me high..."

The arena begins to brighten again as the video feed goes to static. As the backstage workers try to fix the sudden titantron image, JJ and Larry commence with the show.

Larry: "That was very, very strange. I wonder what's up with that..."

JJ: "I have no idea, but we have to continue on with the show!"

[Commissioner Warrior™]

John Walt: The next match up is going to be the Triple Threat Weapon of Choice Match. Before I introduce the competitors, I would like to reveal the winning weapon, as voted on by you EUW fans! Well here’s the envelope...let’s see...wow. With an alarming amount of votes...ladies and gentlemen...the weapon of choice is the Barbed Wire 2x4!

The Ten Dollar Man by ZZ Top blares throughout the arena as flames erupt from the stage. Hi Octane does not emerge from the curtain. The camera pans around the arena looking for Hi Octane. He is finally found sitting with the fans in the third row.

John Walt: Making his way to the ring...from Houston, Texas...weighing in at 220 pounds...Hi Octane!

He jumps up once the camera zooms in on him and rushes to the ring. He pulls off his t-shirt and wind pants before entering the ring and awaiting the arrival of his opponents.

"Through the Fire and Flames" 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 and Jen Taylor rise through the flames.

John Walt: And next...from parts unknown...weighing in at 190 pounds...he is Joe Dark!

They walk out as the fire dies down and they walk to the ring. Joe slides in as Jen climbs through the ropes, they both wait in the ring for the match to start.

Hi Octane leaps across the ring throwing right hands at Dark. Jen climbs out of the ring as Octane whips Dark into the ropes, but Dark counters with a sleeper hold into a neck breaker. Justin Hale hits the ring and is immediately caught with a dropkick from Dark.

JJ: Well it appears Hale is finally here now.

Larry: Where the hell did the guy even come from?

Dark screams in rage and grabs one of the barbwire 2 x 4s laid in the corner. Dark walks over to Octane, who is slowly climbing to his feet. Dark blasts Octane in the stomach with the barbwire 2 x 4. Octane drops, clutching his midsection. Dark then circles over to Hale and drops a barbwire 2 x 4 fist drop. Hale rolls out of the ring in pain.

JJ: This is fucking chaos!

Larry: You can say that again.

Dark stand and turns in time to see Octane charge at him. Dark wings wildly with the barbwire 2 x 4 but Octane ducks. Octane bounces off the ropes and hit Dark with leg lariat. Octane rushes to the corner and works the crowd into a frenzy.

JJ: This is fucking chaos!

Larry: Dude...don’t make me slap the taste out of your mouth.

Octane grabs the barbwire 2 x 4 dropped by Dark and prepares to charge Dark, who is standing in the corner. Octane drops the weapon and suddenly slingshots himself over the on to the unsuspecting Hale.

JJ: This is fucking chaos!

Larry: Call the damn match! *WHAM!*

Octane mounts Hale and lays into him with hard right hands. Octane stands and raises his arms. Dark is waiting in the ring, letting his opponents have it out. Octane grabs the barbwire 2 x 4 laid against the barricade. Rather than strike Hale, Octane kneels and grates the barbwire 2 x 4 over Hale’s forehead causing blood to pour down his face.

Larry: Ouch, that’s gotta hurt. I can see the skin just tearing from his face.

Octane stands and turns to Dark. Octane wags his finger at Dark and points to Hale. Octane starts searching under the ring and quickly pulls out a table. Before he can set it up though Dark comes through the ring ropes with a dropkick sending Octane sprawling.

Larry: What impact there by Dark! Octane really took a bad hit there.

Dark stalks Octane and pulls him into a German suplex. Dark begins stomping Octane and only stops when he sees the table Octane pulled from beneath the ring. Dark sets up the table but is hit from behind by a recovered Hale. They exchange blows but Dark triumphs with several kick to Hale’s mid section followed by kick to the side of Hale’s head. Dark then lays Hale out on the table.

Larry: Wait, what’s he going to do here?

Dark turns to Hi Octane and is caught in the right arm with a barbwire 2 x 4. Octane drops the board and hits a Russian leg sweep on Dark. Octane starts pulling the barbwire off the 2 x 4. He pulls the long strand off and begins winding it around Hale, still lying prone on the table. Once he finishes, he grabs Dark and lays him on top of Hale.

JJ: Oh my god! Is Hi Octane going to do what I think he is?!

Larry: Good timing numnuts. You got your voice back now.

Octane climbs onto the apron and the fans go nuts. He shakes his head and climbs to the top turn buckle. Hi Octane leaps with a flying elbow drop, just as Joe Dark rolls out of the way, and in the commotion, causes Hale to fall off the table as well. Due to this, Octane then just goes crashing through a wooden table and an array of barbwire.

Larry: What an idiot...

Joe Dark looks at the carnage of Octane, but doesn’t even want to get near the barbwire. He then focuses on Hale. Joe Dark lifts Hale off the ground and slides him into the ring. Joe slides into the ring as well, grabbing a barbwire 2x4 quickly. After a few times of bringing the 2x4 down onto Hale, Dark tosses it aside and picks up the almost lifeless Hale. Before Hale can even grasp the situation, Dark has locked on The End. He pulls back on Hale, who reluctantly begins to tap out frantically.

John Walt: And here is your winner via submission...Joe Dark!

The ref calls for the bells, as Hi Octane is unable to respond. Joe Dark celebrates with Jen Taylor, who seems shocked by the carnage. The ref signals for medics to come from the back. Two groups hit the ring, one to attend to Hale, the other to Hi Octane. As they check on Octane he slowly climbs to his feet, possibly driven by the applause of the fans. Octane waves to the crowd as he walks to the back. Followed not long after by Joe Dark. Hale is helped out by the EMTs, having to put on a neck brace after the application of The End near the last parts of the match.

The cameras cuts to a plain black screen. The black is so pure it looks as if it's glowing with the very essence of purity. A light seems to be illuminating from the screen, although since it is black, the very opposite of light, that would be impossible. Finally, four simple words in a white text appear on the screen.

A sudden flash of various images come upon the screen, all of them too fast for human eyes to identify. Finally, once it stops, a man is shown on screen...but his face is blotted out by the darkness. It shows him on the screen for several seconds before the entire arena goes dark.

The scene cuts backstage to a large familiar office. A man seated in a large leather chair spins around, Warrior being the one seated in it. Yet he seems unlike his usual calm self. Rather than being so calm and collected, he appears as more of a paranoid person. Warrior’s eyes dart around the room, following every faint noise and flicker. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door, which causes Warrior to jump slightly, then shout.

Warrior: Who’s there?!

Voice on the other side of the door: It’s Octane.

Warrior: Oh, it’s you. Uhh, come in.

The door creaks open, as Octane steps in, visibly fatigued by his previous match.

Warrior: Well, what news do you have for me?

Hi Octane: Well, I have been really cracking down on my research. Focusing on every minuscule detail. And I’ve finally got a 100% positive result on who was sending you those mysterious messages some weeks ago.

Warrior: Well who is it?

Hi Octane: It’s a man I’m sure you’ve heard of. It’s-

Warrior: Who?!

Hi Octane: The man who was sending messages to you is-

Warrior: Get to it already!

Hi Octane: King!

Warrior: King...King?....King?!....KING!?!

Hi Octane: That’s right. Stephen King has been sending you coded messages! He’s after a copy of your 42 Page hit novel, “All the guys I’ve beaten”, and your shorter, less well known “All the guys Who have Beaten Me”.

Warrior: Wait...Stephen King is after me?

Warrior lets out a very heavy sigh of relief, having been very scared at his first thought of who it was. He takes a few deep breaths before Octane speaks again.

Hi Octane: Did you think I meant someone else when I said King?

Warrior: Uhh...ummm...no. I knew who you meant. It’s just...uhh...Stephen King’s a pretty scary guy. I wouldn’t want to run into him in a dark alley, if you know what I mean.

Hi Octane: Oh yeah, there was this one time I ran into Michael Jackson in a dark alley when I was younger. I know exactly what you mean.

Hi Octane shows a slightly alarming smile.

Warrior: Uhh, what exactly happened when you ran into him? Or do I even want to know...

Hi Octane: It was scary dude. The guy tried to teach me to do the moonwalk. And he made me do that lean thing until I got it right. I must have fallen on my face thirty times at least. Why?

Warrior: Uh, never mind.

The camera cuts back to the arena and to JJ and Larry.

JJ: Now we have the match in which the loser will have the most embarrassing week of his life. It’s the Triple threat match of consequences.

Larry: I cannot wait to see the loser of this one. So what’d you vote for?

JJ: I believe in such a thing as Voter Confidentiality.

Larry: Sure. You’re embarrassed already.

What I've Done" hits over the PA as we see Matt come from behind the curtain. The arena is showed at first after with red lights flashing. It goes back to Matt's picture showing him with an aggressive look upon is face greets the fans.

Walt: Coming to the ring at this time, weighing in at 234 lbs and hailing from Long Beach, CA. He is The Man, Matt Rodriguezzzzzzzz

Walking slowly down the ramp with the video showing previous matches he has had in many companies. Different Championships are around his waist as letters J-W-A:E-W-A Flash along the screen when he hops onto the turnbuckle. He hits his chest four times quickly as possible. He then gives a deep stare into some of the audiences eyes that he looks at first. Matt jumps into the ring and slowly walks to the other side repeating the process. Once he is finished he gets off the turnbuckle, and heads towards the announcer. The announcer quickly gives him the microphone as Matt pats him on the back. "What I've Done" starts to fade along with the red lights that flicker.

Walt: His opponent hailing from Green Bay, WI and standing 6 feet 2 inches. He is The Only Sacrifice Alex Falllconnnn!

He comes out, and looks over the crowd. He walks down to the middle of the ramp and he touches the ground and then comes back up and holds his hands out. (Like MVP, but his hands are both in fists when holding them out) Then as soon as he does this, fire shoots up from the sides of the ramp. He then walks to the ring, and jumps the ropes.

Walt: And the final competitor, standing 6 foot 4 and weighing 247 lbs. He is Diabolikkkkkk!

Diabolik enters with all the lights off, and then "Unglued" starts playing. The crowd boos and the lights come on red. Diabolik walks down the ramp giving the occasional fan the finger and shouting at everyone who gives it back. As Diabolik approaches the ring he stops and stares straight ahead for a few moments, then looks up into one of the lights. He looks forward again and the lights go back to normal. He runs towards the ring and stops at the side. He then hits his head off the mat a couple of times before crawling in. As soon as he's in he gets up and looks around at the crowd. It's then that Diabolik pumps his fist in the air and the music stops.

JJ: All competitors are now in the ring, so lets get this match started!

The bell sounds and all competitors stand uneasy, looking at each other, waiting for someone to make a move. Diabolik makes a run towards Alex Falcon delivering an enziguri straight to the back of the head, sending Falcon straight to the mat. Diabolik proud of the kick gets up and taunts, mid way through gloating he gets caught by Matt Rodriguez delivering a picture perfect tornado DDT. Diabolik grabs his head in pain after the force of the DDT. Rodriguez doesn’t let up as he starts delivering stomps to Diaboliks stomach and chest. Alex starts to awaken holding his head in pain, seeing Matt delivering stomps, Alex runs towards him and hits a super kick to the back of Matts head, making him face plant straight into the turnbuckle. Falcon then runs towards Matt and delivers a shining wizard. However instead of climbing off Alex climbs onto the turnbuckle. Suddenly Alex sails into the air and delivers a magnificent flying senton onto the hurt Diabolik.

JJ: Oh my god! This match has gotten off to a brilliant start with Alex Falcon showing exactly what he is made of.

Larry: Yeh well we will just have to wait and see.

Falcon taunts the crowd and grabs the head of Matt. Matt has suffered a cut over his left eyebrow from the turnbuckle smash leading him to be wearing the crimson mask early on in the match. Falcon takes advantage of this and starts to dig his fingers into the cut making it bleed even more. Diabolik starts getting up and grabs Falcon in a schoolboy, 1…..2.kickout.

JJ: Diabolik trying to get the easy win there.

Larry: Never mind about him Rodriguez appears to be in a bad way.

Diabolik gets up quickly and whips Falcon into the ropes, on the return Diabolik delivers devastating jumping swinging DDT. Diabolik again goes on the offence and picks Falcon up and throws him over the top rope. However Alex holds onto the ropes on the way out, leaving him stood on the apron. However Diabolik sees this and runs towards Alex delivering a dropkick right to the face of Falcon sending him crashing to the barrier at ringside. Diabolik then sees a bloodied Matt running towards him going for a clothesline, however Diabolik ducks down and delivers a back body drop over the top rope landing directly on Alex Falcon.

JJ: Jesus that was unbelievable! Falcon may be unconscious after that.

Larry: But Diabolik doesn’t look finished.

Diabolik runs at the ropes on the other side of the ring on the return he dives over the top rope landing on his opponents and crashing against the barrier at ringside. All combatants lie badly beaten at ringside, all their bodies aching in the pain of the match. Diabolik is the first to awaken and goes to pick Matt Rodriguez up. However Matt grabs Diaboliks pants sending him face first into the barrier, cutting him open as well. Diabolik holds his face in pain and sees the blood on his hands. Matt picks him up and Irish whips him into the steel steps, sending Diabolik crashing knees first into them.

JJ: With all the blood loss Matt is still able to put up a severe offence.

Larry: He hasn’t lost that much blood. Stop giving him credit.

Matt grabs Alex and whips him into the ring. Alex hits the side of the ring and rolls in. Matt slides in a stomps Alex a few times before lifting him to his feet. Matt knees Alex in the gut, before locking his arms in for a vertical suplex. Matt lifts Alex off of his feet and crashing to the ground, but rather than letting go, Matt holds on and rolls through. He gets to his feet yet again, and brings Alex down for a second suplex. Matt rolls through a final time, now topping off a full Three Amigos. He looks at Alex, looks to the outside, seeing Diabolik still out by the steps, then Matt heads for the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top quickly, then leaps off and lands a picture perfect Pride. Matt hooks the leg for 1...2...3!

John Walt: And here is your winner....Matt Rodriguez! May I have the envelope please, to reveal the consequence that Alex Falcon will face for being pinned. Falcon is now standing, shocked by what has gone on, with a look of negative anticipation as for what he will have to endure. And the winning choice is....the Loser must be the servant of the winner for one week! Alex Falcon, as of right now, you will be the servant of Matt Rodriguez for the next week!

Matt Rodriguez bursts into laughter as Falcon seems to begin throwing a fit. Rodriguez eventually regains control, and then tells Falcon to hold the ropes open for him so he can exit the ring. Falcon quickly refuses and starts to exit the ring himself. Suddenly “Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top hits the arena as Warrior steps out onto the stage. Falcon stops dead before he can exit the ring, shocked by Warrior’s presence.

Warrior: I feel it’s my duty to tell you Falcon, it’s in your best interest that you hold the ropes open for Mr. Rodriguez and follow his orders for the next week. Because if you don’t follow his orders for the next entire week, I will have no problem when I personally FIRE YOU!

Falcon’s eyes widen, as he reluctantly goes to the ropes and spreads them open for Matt to exit the ring. Matt laughs at this, then exits the ring and tells Alex Falcon to follow behind him. Falcon reluctantly hops down and follows Matt out. Through all the commotion, Diabolik eventually makes it to his feet, and exits the arena with the help of a referee.

The eeriness of earlier in the night continues as the lights dim to a pitch black again. JJ and Larry try to speak, but their mics have been cut off. Cameras flash and we see troubled workers scrambling backstage to help return the arena to normal.

The titantron cuts back to that same gravestone image, the hand slightly raised and moving this time. It itches left and right, scarily. Dirt begins to blow away from its surface to the side, uncovering what could be a coffin. The voice returns, but this time says something incoherent, possibly speaking in reverse. The voice speaks backwards some more, as if some devilish ritual were being preformed. High-pitched screams mix in with the deep voice before everything stops. The voice speaks again in its deep tone, but understandably. It again recites lyrics.

"And so began our reign
The Trinity, Hurr-N-I-Cane
No weather man could ever stand
What her and I came
Hella hard
Umbrella whatever
Put plywood or propeller panes
And pray to God that the flood subside
'Cause you gonna need a Sub till he does reply
And not one of Jared's
You think it's all arid
And e'eryting's ivory
Another supply
That means another July
Inside my endless summer
That was just the eye of the 'unger
Felix
'cause he is the cleanest among the
Younger, outstanding achieving up-and-comers
The ones that had deadbeat daddies
And what-to-do mommas
But not well enough to keep 'em from us
The ones that were fightin' in class
Who might not pass
Rap record pressured to laugh
At a life not fast
Can you feel it (can you feel it)
That's when I got asked
Do I love her (do I love her)
Said I don't know
Streets got my heart, game got my soul
One times my sunshine will never hurt ya soul..."

The lights go back to normal as JJ is in the middle of speaking.

JJ: "...and it just won't stop! Oh, I think our mics are back on. As I was saying though, these videos are ruining the program. This was a great show..."

Larry: "Hopefully they can get to the bottom of this..."

[Commissioner Warrior™]

JJ: Well whether they can or not, it’s time for the Pure Title Match!

Larry: Woo! I’m pumped about this. But I wonder what kinda condition Creep is in.

JJ: That’s a good questions Larry. Creep went through a grueling match just earlier tonight.

Larry: But either way, the guy is ready to fight. And you gotta give him credit for that.

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 and the Pure Title on his right shoulder.

John Walt: Now making his way to the ring...from and undisclosed location...weighing in at 255 pounds...he is the EUW Pure Champion...this is Lincoln Daggerson!

The volume of the music increases as Lincoln Daggerson makes his way down the ramp, ignoring both the cheers and boo’s from the fans. Once he makes it to the ring, he slides his title in first before taking off his hoodie and then entering the ring. Daggerson picks up his title and then raises it high above his head; he kisses it before handing it to the referee. 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. Lincoln hops around the ring a bit, waiting the arrival of his opponent.

As ‘Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away)’ starts the arena goes black with only the flashing of cameras lighting the room. The guitar stops and when it re enters sparks come up from the stage engulfing it in white light. The Creep comes through the sparks in his wrestling attire.

John Walt: And the challenger...from Manchester, England...weighing in at 215 pounds...ladies and gentlemen...The Creep!

He walks down the ramp barely noticing the fans and approaches the ring. He slides under the ropes and jumps up screaming at the air above him. The Creep then hops around the ring a bit, readying himself for the match ahead. Lincoln also bounces around a bit, as the bell sounds, signifying the beginning of the match.

JJ: Again ladies and gentlemen, this match is being contested under Pure Title rules. So no closed punches to the face.

Larry: And of course, the whole rope break situation.

Creep appears somewhat refreshed since his match earlier, but is still obviously not at one hundred percent. Despite this, he tries not to let it show. They both circle the ring a bit, neither choosing to rush in carelessly. After a few moments, Creep and Lincoln both push in slowly. They meet in the center of the ring, eventually getting into a collar and elbow tie up. They each push the other back slightly once tied up, when Creep suddenly provides one burst of strength. Lincoln falls backwards and hits the mat. He rolls to his feet quickly, but Creep stands having gotten the upper hand there. Lincoln remains cautious, moving in for another tie up. The two lock up again, but Creep powers Lincoln to the ground once again. Lincoln circles around a bit, eventually moving in for a third time. He holds his arms out for another tie up, but when Creep goes to lock up, Lincoln lands an open hand slap to the chest of Creep. The sound of the impact echos through the arena as Creep staggers back.

JJ: Ouch! I could hear the pain in that!

Larry: Oh my god! We’re being shot at! Everyone take cover! Stop! Drop! And Roll!

Lincoln pulls his hand back then slaps it down onto Creep’s chest once again. Creep staggers back once again from the impact, as Lincoln quickly capitalizes by hitting a stiff DDT to Creep. Creep crashes to the ground head first. Lincoln rises fast, then drags Creep near the center of the ring. Lincoln gives a stiff stomp to the gut of Creep, then grabs his legs and tries to set up the sharpshooter. Creep scouts this quickly, and struggles out, kicking Lincoln away. Lincoln staggers a bit as Creep makes it to his feet. Creep walks up and hits a punch to the gut of Lincoln, who wobbles a bit. Lincoln retaliates with a punch to the gut of Creep. Creep trades back with a chop to the chest which hits with resounding force. Lincoln changes the pattern with an open palm slap to the center of Creep’s chest. Creep swings back with another chop. Lincoln hits once more with the open palm to the chest. Suddenly Creep decides he’s tired of this, and swings with brute force and lands a closed fist right hand punch to the side of Lincoln’s head. With the force of a pro boxer, the fist collides and Lincoln crumbles to the ground.

JJ: Oh my! What a punch to the head by Creep!

Larry: But he will be docked a rope break due to that. Though the damage may have been done.

The referee then argues with Creep about the punch, as it is illegal in Pure Title Rules. Creep continues to demand that he get only a warning, but the referee insists that because of the viciousness of the punch, and it’s obvious intentional nature, he is going to already dock Creep one rope break. Creep is obviously very unhappy about the decision, but eventually stops arguing with the referee and goes back after Lincoln. Creep then turns right into another stiff chop by Lincoln, who has apparently gotten up by now. Creep staggers back, and Lincoln hits a kick to the gut and a quick exploder suplex. Creep crashes to the ground as Lincoln quickly goes to his legs and tries for the sharpshooter again. Unlike the time before though, Lincoln manages to lock it in this time. After a few moments of turning, Lincoln turns Creep over all the way and has the hold in place. Creep stretches out in hope that he can struggle out of the hold, but to no avail. After a few moments, Creep eventually reaches out for the bottom rope. With one far reach, he latches onto it, forcing Lincoln to break the hold. But the referee promptly informs him that that’s his second lost rope break, leaving him at only one left.

JJ: That’s two rope breaks down!

Larry: If he’s not careful he’s gonna be caught later when he needs one and he’ll be shit outta luck.

Lincoln backs a way for a second, but goes on the attack not long after. Before Creep can even get to his feet, Lincoln hits a quick stomp on him. Creep had gotten slightly up with the help of the ropes before the stomp, causing him to now land with his neck draped over the bottom rope. Lincoln sees this and tries to capitalize fast. Lincoln walks up and puts one foot on the back of Creeps neck. He then lifts the other foot off the ground and places it there as well, while using his arms to have the ropes provide balance and increased pressure. This doesn’t quite sit well with the referee, who then counts quickly 1..2..3..4..but Lincoln hops off just at the count of four, barely avoiding disqualification. He drags Creep away from the ropes now. Lincoln lands a few kicks to him, the lifts Creep into the air. He hits a punch to the gut, then brings his hand back for the open palm. He moves his hand towards Creep, but Creep scouts it this time, and holds his arms out to block it. Lincoln is caught off guard by this, and Creep quickly hits a t-bone suplex.

JJ: There’s a great counter by Creep!

Larry: And suddenly the momentum has shifted.

Creep walks up to Lincoln and then pushes his boot into the face of Lincoln. Lincoln flinches around after this, but Creep stays on the assault. Creep drags Lincoln nearer the middle of the ring now, and grabs a hold of his legs, quickly locking in a boston crab. Lincoln struggles during the set up, but Creep still manages to get the hold in. Creep wastes no time in placing all of his weight on the back of Lincoln, intensifying the hold. Lincoln holds his arm in the air, hesitating about tapping out or not. He then decides he will not give in, and in a final burst of strength, the manages to power Creep off of him. Creep flies off and lands in the turnbuckle of the ring, hitting his head on the second rope turnbuckle pad. This ends up lucky for Lincoln, who takes a fair amount of time trying to get up. Creep also takes some time, as they both end up getting to their feet at about the same time. Creep and Lincoln approach each other, hesitant to move in. Lincoln eventually holds out a hand for a test of strength. Creep appears unsure of it, but eventually puts his hand out and locks it with Lincoln’s. While going to lock the second hand though, Creep gets a cheap kick in on Lincoln.

JJ: What a dirty move by Creep!

Larry: Dirty? Genius my boy! Genius!

Creep then hits an elbow to the side of the head of Lincoln, and nails a smooth powerslam. Lincoln crashes to the ground with a thud, taking a heavy impact from the move. Creep looks at the downed Lincoln, then runs to the turnbuckle. He climbs up it quickly, seeing Lincoln still without movement. Creep turns around, deciding to take a chance. Creep leaps off the turnbuckle in an amazing back-flip moonsault. His body rotates perfectly in the air, moving into position to land directly on the downed Lincoln. Unfortunately for Creep, Lincoln has other plans. Lincoln rolls out of the way just in time, sending Creep crashing to the mat. Creep hits the mat with such force that he bounces off and turns in the air, finally landing a second time on his back now. Lincoln sees Creep’s position, then decides he is going for the same risk Creep took. Lincoln heads for the turnbuckle quickly, and leaps to the top. He looks over his shoulder, checking to make sure Creep is in the right spot, then leaps off for a picture perfect moonsault, and unlike Creep, Lincoln lands the move without a flaw.

JJ: Creep tried that, and it didn’t pay off. But Lincoln has just done the move perfectly!

Larry: Well, turnabout IS fair play.

Lincoln immediately hooks the leg after the moonsault, hoping for a pinfall. The referee slides in and counts 1...2...but Creep somehow kicks out! Lincoln backs away from Creep, unsure of what he has to do in order to gain the pin now. Lincoln suddenly snaps and starts wailing on the mid-section of Creep with constant punches and blows. After a pure 30 seconds or so of wailing on him, Lincoln lets up. He then flips Creep over and delivers a few stiff kicks to his back. Lincoln then decides to go high risk again. He goes to the turnbuckle, with Creep still lying on his stomach. Lincoln suddenly leaps for an elbow drop to the back of Creep, but Creep rolls out of the way. Lincoln crashes into the ground elbow first, seeming to do significant damage to his arm. Creep rolls to his feet fairly fast, ready to go on the offensive. Creep runs and hits a leg drop to the head of Lincoln. Creep then lifts Lincoln to his feet, not an easy task. Once Lincoln is up, Creep kicks him in the gut. Lincoln bends over from this, then Creep tries another kick, but Lincoln manages to catch his foot this time. Lincoln gets a smile to come across his face, but not for long, as Creep suddenly jumps for an enzuiguri.

JJ: Lincoln thought he had Creep there, but Creep fought back.

Larry: Ouch! Did you see the impact of that kick? You’d have had to be blind to miss it!

Creep gets to his feet fairly quickly, then begins to stalk Lincoln. Lincoln takes some time to get to his feet, and gets hit by a punch to the gut. Creep then grabs Lincoln and places him into position to go for a powerbomb. Creep lifts Lincoln up just a bit, but can’t quite get him up all the way due to Lincoln struggling. Creep goes to lift him again without success. Lincoln then hits a few clubbing blows to the sides of Creep, managing to struggle out of the move. Lincoln then moves in to hit a snap suplex on Creep, but in a flash, Creep hits Lincoln with The Creeper. Lincoln crashes to the ground and Creep hooks the leg for the pin. Creep sees the referee slide in and smiles as the referee starts counting for 1...2...but somehow Lincoln gets a shoulder up out of instinct. Creep suddenly snaps and drags Lincoln to his feet. Creep goes to kick him in the gut, about to try for another Creeper. But when he goes to kick, Lincoln catches his foot and pulls it in. Before Creep can grasp the whole situation, Lincoln has locked in The Eternal Suffering. Fatigue from two grueling matches in the night forces Creep to reluctantly tap out to the move. The bell sounds signifying the end of the match.

John Walt: And here is your winner...and STILL the EUW Pure Champion...Lincoln Daggerson!

JJ: That was without a doubt one of the best matches I’ve seen in a long time. Both of these men gave it their all. Especially Creep, who fought a whole other match earlier this night, and still went on to almost win the Pure Title.

Larry: Well no complaining he knew when he went for the pin in that triple threat that he’d be fighting for the title later tonight. And no matter what he did earlier, the guy tapped out now.

JJ: "And now it's time for the main eve-"

The lights do not dim, but directly cut off as if there were a mass power outage. Some of the crowd cheers, but most of them stand completely baffled by what is going on. The image on the screen of the tombstone appears, but with less light. The only light source is small, the size of a flashlight. The small light strikes against the side of the tombstone but reveals no image. The voice's volume is louder then ever, chanting something aggressively. The chants become quieter and quieter before finally, this voice speaks in rhymes once more.

"Come, these are the tales of the cool
Guaranteed to go and make you fail from ya school
And seek unholy grails like a fool
And hang with the players of the pool
Fast talking of the hustle
No heaven up above ya, no hell underneath ye
And no one will receive thee
So shed no tear, when we're not here
And keep your faith as we chase
The Cool..."

As those last two words are said, a solid light source appears in the titantron and the image of a six foot deep hole is immediately seen. Footprints from the scene trail off camera. The dirt from underneath the camera begins to give in, and the camera slides into the hole, into a coffin. The strong winds from above close the coffin door as the titantron goes black.

JJ: Uhh, I still don’t know what to think about all that. But either way, it’s time for our main event!

Larry: That’s right. It all comes down to this.

[Commissioner Warrior™]

The arena goes dark and goes into a hushed silence. Four spotlights point towards a single spot on the stage from four opposite directions. "Sharp Dressed Man" by ZZ Top blares through the arena as Warrior steps out onto the stage wearing a black silk suit, a black dress shirt under it, nice dress shoes, dark black sunglasses, and a microphone in his right hand. Warrior looks out at the crowd, and reaches up for his glasses. Warrior pushes the glasses down a bit, making eye contact with the crowd, then pushes them back up. Warrior then grabs a hold of his suit jacket, pulling it open a bit, revealing the EUW World Heavyweight Championship wrapped around his waist.

John Walt: Making his way to the ring hailing from Cortez, Colorado...weighing in at 275 pounds...he is the EUW World Heavyweight Champion...and also the Commissioner of EUW...ladies and gentlemen...this is Warrior!

Warrior keeps his hands in the side pockets of his suit jacket as he makes his way up the ramp, ignoring the fans. Once near the ring, he makes his way up the steps and steps through the middle rope and into the ring. Warrior removes his suit jacket and tosses it to the ground. He then proceeds to unbutton his shirt cuffs and roll up his sleeves. Warrior lastly pulls off his sunglasses, and hands them to someone outside of the ring with as much care as he does when he hands them his EUW World Heavyweight Championship immediately after. He motions to John Walt to quickly get out of the ring, and then he raises the microphone and begins speaking into it.

Warrior: Well here we are. The main event of Besieged. My encounter with Meltdown with the biggest prize in the business at stake. The EUW World Heavyweight Championship will be the goal in this match. Now yes, Meltdown has defeated me before, but of course, I have also defeated him six times. I’m sure you all already know how this match is going to go, but I guarantee that it’ll still be a great match! So keep in your seats, even though you already know who’s going to win. Now, the question is, what kind of match will we be fighting in? Well before I tell you all, I’d like to introduce my opponent.

The slow, gothic like opening rings throughout the arena as silver smoke starts to pour from behind the curtain.

At 0:52 the smoke stops and the lights go out, blinking silver every two seconds as "Into Your Light" by Leaves Eyes starts to echo throughout the arena.

Warrior: And the challenger...making his way to the ring weighing in at 265 pounds...hailing from The Land of Dragons...he is the Dragon of Light...ladies and gentlemen...Meltdown!

Meltdown walks out and gets on one knee, making the sign of the cross on his forehead before standing up and walking down the ramp with Tavi at his side.

He stands at the bottom of the stage and jumps onto the apron, looking around and climbing in as he takes off his kimono and bows to each side of the crowd. He places it over the turnbuckle before raising his arms into the air. Meltdown then refocuses on Warrior, and waits for him to speak again.

Warrior: Well Meltdown, you look quite ready to compete. Now on to what kind of match we’re going to compete in. May I have the envelope please.

Warrior moves over to the ropes and receives an envelope from an official at ringside. He moves to the center of the ring and slowly opens up the envelope. Despite his care in opening the envelope, Warrior seems to announce the match type quite quickly.

Warrior: And we will be fighting in..a San Antonio Street Fight! The fans have spoken! Now will someone please take the envelope and ring the bell.

But before Warrior can get rid of the envelope, Meltdown snatches it out of his hands, as well as the microphone. Warrior turns towards Meltdown with a look of shock on his face. He stands straight now, and awaits Meltdown’s next move.

Meltdown: Well, if it’s alright with you I think I’m going to take a look at this envelope before they get the match under way. Now I’m sure you’d never try to...I don’t know...cheat or anything. But you have done so in the past, so just to clear my conscious, I figured I’d take a look at this. What’s this here? I don’t see a spot where it says ‘The fans have voted to have a San Antonio Street Fight.’. Hmm. It actually looks a lot more complicated than that. It appears here, that the voting for San Antonio Street Fight and Steel Cage match have ended up tied. It also says here that the EUW board of directors has had to take the situation into their own hands and make an official decision on what would be done about this tie. It seems they didn’t trust you to make such a decision. Well here’s what it says:

“In light of this voting tie, we have chosen to create a match that would satisfy all of our fans. Therefore, the EUW World Heavyweight Championship will be contested in a 2 out of 3 Falls Match at Besieged. The first and second fall, sure to happen, will be the two tied voting options. The first fall shall be a San Antonio Street Fight, and the second a Steel Cage Match. To satisfy the few fans who voted for the Submission Match, the third fall, if necessary, will be a Submission Match. The man who wins two out of the three falls will be the winner and the EUW World Heavyweight Champion.

Meltdown: Now, it appears you were trying to cheat there Warrior. But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt since the situation has been straightened out. I’ll just assume that you glanced at it and saw the ‘San Antonio Street Fight’ part and immediately thought that was the winning voting choice. As you did look away from it somewhat quick. Now, someone please take this microphone and paper from me, and then ring the bell and we’ll get this match under way, shall we.

Meltdown grins at the now very frustrated and angered Warrior. He then moves to the side of the ring and hands off the microphone and paper. Meltdown circles the ring a bit as the bell is rung signifying the beginning of the match.

JJ: 2 out of 3 falls! I’m still pumped from hearing about the match type!

Larry: Well you better get a grasp pretty damn quick, because we’ve got to call this match.

Meltdown and Warrior circle around a bit, Meltdown appearing slightly cautious. Warrior though, rushes in without hesitation. Meltdown scouts this rush easily and ducks out of the way. Warrior’s pure frustration comes to his aid for once, as he rotates quite quickly and hits Meltdown with a stiff elbow to the side of the head. Meltdown staggers a bit from the blow, but doesn’t end up too shaken up by it. Warrior swings again, this time with a straight right hand which collides with the forehead of Meltdown. Warrior hits another punch then suddenly does a blunt headbutt to Meltdown. The pure brute force and impact of this causes Meltdown to fall backwards to the ground. Warrior then starts stomping relentlessly on Meltdown for a few seconds. Warrior then reaches out to pick Meltdown up, but Meltdown suddenly catches Warrior off guard and pulls him in for a small package. The referee slides in for the count and slaps his hand to the mat for 1...2...but Warrior pushes out of it.

JJ: Quick thinking there by Meltdown.

Larry: But Warrior’s just going insane. The guy was wailing on Meltdown there for a while.

Warrior stood up quick, but without much focus he was caught by Meltdown once again. Metdown managed to get up just as quickly as Warrior and kicked him in the gut. Warrior bent over, then in a single smooth movement, Meltdown had hit the Toxic Shock. Meltdown looked down at Warrior, then quickly went for the pin. The referee slid in and checked the shoulders, then counted 1...2...but Warrior somehow got a shoulder up. Meltdown lifts him to his feet, only for Warrior to deliver punch to the gut of Meltdown out of pure instinct. Warrior hit a few more in succession, then latched his arms around Meltdown and hit his signature Colorado Suplex. Meltdown flew across the ring and crashed against the mat. Warrior leapt towards Meltdown and hooked the leg on him for 1...2...yet Meltdown managed to get a shoulder up just barely. Warrior stood up, frustrated by his inability to gain the fall, and then slid out of the ring. Warrior then reached under the ring, and pulled out his familiar singapore cane. He then get a crazed look on his face as he glared at the cane and a sadistic grin etched itself upon his face.

JJ: And here comes the Street Fight aspect of the match.

Larry: Wow...he really looks scary right now...

Warrior looks to the ring and is about to slide back in, when suddenly Meltdown launches himself over the rope and onto Warrior. They both collide to the ground with a thud. Meltdown stands up and looks down at the ground, seeing Warrior’s singapore cane. Meltdown picks the cane up, then raises it high in the air. Meltdown brings it down towards Warrior, but feels vibrations surge throughout his arms when Warrior moves out of the way and the cane collides with the ground. Warrior hops to his feet, then punches Meltdown in the head. Meltdown staggers back a bit, now moving towards the direction of the entrance ramp. They exchange blows all the way up the ramp, eventually reaching the stage. The interesting details on the Texas themed stage now become a very interactive war zone. To the right of the stage is a large back end of an older style car sticking out of the ground, signifying an interesting area in Texas. Meltdown and Warrior fight and fight until they end up close to this, then suddenly Meltdown hits Warrior with a very stiff kick. Meltdown grabs a hold of Warrior, and slings him full force into the car. The set actually breaks now, not having been designed for heavy impact. The large back end of the car which had been sticking into the air now crashes to the ground, with Warrior lying next to it grasping his back.

JJ: Oh my god! They’re using everything in sight as an advantage in this match!

Larry: I wouldn’t expect any less in this match.

Meltdown then drags Warrior away from the car a bit, and hooks the leg for a pin. The referee, who had made his way down the ramp with the two competitors, counts 1...2...but Warrior somehow gets a shoulder up. Meltdown stands up, not thrilled by the failed pin attempt. But different than Warrior, Meltdown remains focused on the match. Meltdown delivers a few kicks to Warrior, including the Drojani Kick Combo. After these blows, Meltdown then drags Warrior slightly further away from the car and suddenly locks in a classic figure-four leglock. Warrior reaches out for anything to stop the hold, but finds nothing. Meltdown holds the move steady, seeing it’s effect on Warrior. Suddenly Meltdown increases the pressure on the hold, and Warrior flails around a bit more, appearing as if he might be contemplating tapping out. Warrior then uses a sudden burst of energy to try to stop the scenario. He exerts all of his strength and manages to roll onto his stomach, reversing the pressure on the hold. Warrior tightens up his legs, straining on Meltdown and increasing the pressure. Meltdown reaches out for anything, but finds nothing.

JJ: It looked like Warrior was about to tap out there!

Larry: But the champ managed the reversal and now Meltdown just might tap.

Meltdown writhes in pain, but is reluctant to tap. Former damage to Warrior’s legs though causes him to release the hold. Both men take a fairly long time to get up, but somehow end up rising around the same time. Meltdown and Warrior get to their feet, but waste no time in continuing the fight. Warrior punches Meltdown in the head again, and Meltdown delivers a stiff kick to the stomach of Warrior. Warrior then elbows Meltdown again and throws him towards the large car. Meltdown collides with it, now leaning against the structure. Warrior looks at Meltdown, then gets a look on his face of pure surprise. Warrior grabs Meltdown and drags him a little further away from the car, suddenly backing up and running at the groggy Meltdown for a Dichotomy. Warrior then picks up Meltdown and moves near the car. Warrior rolls the almost dead weight Meltdown onto the car now, climbing onto it as well. Warrior picks up Meltdown then, and gets him situation on his shoulders. Warrior looks down from the car, seeing that he’s a fair way up from the ground, though not extremely high. Warrior seems to check several things now, then a grin comes across his face.

JJ: Wait, is he going to do what I think he is?

Larry: Here it comes! The War Plunge straight from hell to San Antonio!

Warrior takes one deep breath, then leaps off the car, rolling in the air fluidly. He makes the full rotation just in time, as all of his weight crashes down and pushes Meltdown’s back into the steel stage. Warrior rolls off of Meltdown after the move, appearing to have taken some damage from it as well. Warrior drags himself towards Meltdown, then manages to drape one arm over his body. The referee slides in and checks the shoulders, then counting 1...2...3!

John Walt: And the winner of the first fall...Warrior! The next part of the match will be contested inside a Steel Cage. The only way to win will be by escaping either over the top of the cage or through the door. And both feet must touch the floor for the man the be declared the winner. Will the two competitors please enter the ring for the lowering of the cage.

JJ: Oh my god! What a match that was! And what a move by Warrior, I’ve never seen anything with such impact!

Larry: But this match is only half, or one third done. We still have one or even two falls left! And the next one is a Steel Cage Match!

Meltdown and Warrior spend what seems like an eternity trying to get up. While they attempt to make their way to the cage, the referee runs back to the ring and makes certain it is clear of any weapons or stray items. Warrior eventually rises to his feet first, staggering towards the ring. Warrior reaches the ring just as Meltdown makes it to his feet. Warrior rolls in, and heads for a far corner. Warrior reaches the corner, then tries to take a moment to rest in it. Meltdown reaches the ring not too long after, also sliding in a leaning in a corner. Both men take a moment to get a slight bit of rest as the cage is lowered. The cage eventually lowers the entire way, encasing Warrior and Meltdown inside by themselves. Both men slowly rise to their feet, tired, but ready for the second fall to start. The bell finally rings, signifying the start of the cage match.

Warrior and Meltdown move in, both being extremely cautious. Eventually Warrior tires of the waiting, and runs in for a clothesline. Meltdown catches him with a drop toe hold into the cage though, as Warrior bounces off and onto the ground. Meltdown then mounts him, throwing some sluggish punches. Warrior then uses pure strength to throw Meltdown off of him. Meltdown hits the ground and then rolls around, attempting to slide out the ring but forgets all about the cage.

Larry: He’s an idiot… an idiot. I can’t wait to see him lose.

Warrior gets back to his feet and leans against the cage. Seeing Meltdown slow to get up, Warrior quickly tries to get out of the ring. The wear and tear on his body from earlier in the night prevents him from getting far before the slow Meltdown gets to his feet. Warrior decides not to look behind him and he continues his crawl to the top. Seeing Warrior’s ways, Meltdown rests against the ropes. He regains his breath and watches as Warrior slowly climbs. Once he gets some energy, he moves to the side of the ring. He climbs the top turnbuckle nearest to Warrior. He takes a leap of faith and dropkicks Warrior right in his abdomen. Warrior cringes down to the floor and Meltdown falls with him.

JJ: Nice, slick attack from Meltdown on the offense.

Meltdown holds his thigh as he gets up, falling on top of it after the high dropkick he just performed. He limps over to Warrior and hit’s a stiff kick to Warrior ear while he’s on the ground. Warrior rolls around holding the side of his head for a second before Meltdown hit’s a stomp, effectively stopping him. Meltdown jumps in the air and hit’s a leg drop to Warrior throat. He slides around until he’s in a pin, but the referee signals no pins are allowed.

JJ: If you remember, this is escape only. No pins, no submissions. Escaping is your only option.

Larry: Hah. Warrior’ll just bust the whole damn cage down if he can’t get to the top.

Meltdown taps the mat in a little frustration but quickly goes back on the offense. He grabs Warrior by his hair and lifts him up. He hit’s a knee to Warrior’s nose, and blood quickly draws from it. Warrior’s head falls back, but Meltdown keeps his grasp on the hair tight. He hits another knee, and then jumps in the air and hit’s a double knee attack. Warrior falls back to the mat in pain. Meltdown however is not finished with him. After regaining some breath, Meltdown picks Warrior up. He takes a clump of Warrior’s hair in his hands again and then runs with it. He bashes Warrior’s head against the steel cage. He bashes it against it again, and then starts to grind Warrior’s forehead into it. Warrior screams in agony and then hits an elbow to Meltdown’s abdomen. Meltdown winces and Warrior checks his forehead. Warrior turns around to deliver punishment, but falls right into a high kick to his left cheek. Warrior stares at Meltdown for a few seconds. The crowd chants, “Timberrr!” as Warrior’s body slowly falls back like a cut-down tree.

JJ: Wow! What an attack! Warrior didn’t see that coming.

Larry: Heh, judging by Meltdown’s current status in this match he won’t see that loss coming either.

JJ: Oh stop it! Give this kid a break, he’s actually holding his own. He was the first man to beat Warrior. Remember that?

Larry: Oh… oh no, I don’t remember that. I guess it just slipped my mind…

Warrior holds his cheek for a little and uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Meltdown runs forward and hits a kick to Warrior jaw as Warrior is on hands and knees. Warrior rolls over and crumbles to the mat. Meltdown sees his fresh opportunity and begins to climb the cage. His sudden burst of offense however has fatigued him and he also moves up the cage at a slow pace. So slow a pace, Warrior does exactly as Meltdown did earlier, and waits for Meltdown to get closer to the top. Warrior takes some heavy breathing exercises before climbing up the second rope. He hit’s a hard slap to Meltdown’s back. Meltdown winces a bit. Warrior then grabs Meltdown by the back of his tights. He pulls him back. Meltdown is able to cling on the cage for only a few seconds before falling back and finally giving in. Warrior hops off the ropes and goes to pick Meltdown up.

Larry: Aha! Yes baby! That’s my boy!

JJ: You sound like a damn soccer mom.

Larry: Hey, if my kid’s the world champion then hell yeah I’m a soccer mom!

Warrior now has Meltdown on his feet, as he elbows him in the side of the head. Meltdown staggers a bit, and Warrior hits another blow, this time a straight right hand. Meltdown retaliates with a stiff kick to the mid-section of Warrior. Warrior hits another elbow, then grabs Meltdown into position and lands a teardrop side slam. Warrior and Meltdown crash to the ground after the move, both seeming to have taken a large amount of damage from the move. Neither move for a substantial amount of time, but Warrior seems to start wiggling first. Warrior eventually makes it to his feet before Meltdown, but Meltdown is almost up. Warrior leans against the ropes for a moment to catch his breath, moving off when Meltdown gets to his feet. Once Meltdown is up, Warrior then somewhat slowly darted towards Meltdown. Despite Warrior’s slow approach, the worn out Meltdown still was unable to block the move when Warrior collided with him, amazingly hitting the Dichotomy.

JJ: I don’t even know how Warrior pulled that move off.

Larry: I know. I wouldn’t be surprised if both of these guys just passed out right now.

Meltdown lies on the ground almost motionless as Warrior sees an opportunity. Warrior rolls towards the side of the cage, rising to his feet at the aid of the ropes in an almost snail like fashion. He finally gets to his feet and then starts scaling the cage. One very slow step at a time, Warrior moves up the cage. Unfortunately for him, he pays no attention to Meltdown during this. During Warrior’s very slow ascent, the battered Meltdown had somehow managed to make it to his feet and scale one of the turnbuckles near Warrior. Meltdown leaps from the turnbuckle, currently at about the same level as Warrior, and hits him with a stiff kick to the side of the head. Warrior collapses from his position and falls straight to the ground. Due to his position, Warrior ends up sliding in between the ropes and the cage all the way to the ground. Meltdown also hits the ground hard though, having leapt for a somewhat awkward kick. The two end up down again for a significant amount of time.

JJ: I don’t know how Meltdown pulled off that kick there. But it worked!

Larry: And he hit Warrior hard! I mean, ouch! That should be illegal! Referee! Disqualify Meltdown!

Meltdown rolls away from Warrior, now looking to the cage door. Meltdown drags himself towards the door, looking to get out through it. A referee unlocks the door and swings it open. Meltdown sees the match in his hands as he scratches and claws his way to the outside. Just as he’s about to get one arm out the door, he feels something grab at his leg. Warrior now has a grasp on Meltdown’s leg, and is not intending on letting go. With about 275 pounds of dead weight on his leg, Meltdown realizes he’s getting no where with this. He turns himself over, Warrior still grasping his leg for some reason, and then starts shaking his leg to get Warrior off. Warrior holds on tight still, and then Meltdown uses his other leg to deliver a heavy kick to the side of Warrior’s temple. Warrior rolls away from Meltdown after the blow, entirely letting go of his leg.

JJ: Meltdown looked like he was about to escape there.

Larry: But it doesn’t quite work when you have a 275 pound guy laying on your leg.

Meltdown rolls over on his back, but stays grounded, still trying to catch his breath. Warrior takes some time and uses the ropes to get to his feet. After a significant amount of time, Warrior is up, and he moves in towards Meltdown. Unknown to Warrior though, this turns out to be a cleverly laid trap by Meltdown. Just as Warrior moves in closer, Meltdown suddenly arches his back and launches his legs into the air. Through this movement, Meltdown manages to wrap his legs around the head of Warrior. In almost slow motion, partially due to the worn out state of the competitors, Meltdown goes through a series of movements that culminate in the final execution of the Curse of the Dragon. After hitting the move, Meltdown drags himself towards the side of the cage, while Warrior is laying entirely without movement. Slowly but surely, Meltdown drags himself to his feet and onto the cage. A little at a time, with Warrior still not moving, Meltdown scales the cage, eventually nearing the top. Warrior just begins to stir as Meltdown reaches the top of the cage. He turns his head, trying to grasp the situation, and finally realizes what’s going on as he sees Meltdown on the other side of the cage, dropping to the floor. Meltdown hits with a thud as the bell is sounded signifying the ending of the cage match.

John Walt: And the winner of the second fall....Meltdown! The third and final fall will be contested in a Submission Match. Where the only way to win is to make your opponent give up via submission!

[Commissioner Warrior™]

Larry: “What the hell!?”

JJ: “What do you mean?”

Larry: “Why the hell did we just have a cage match? Warrior won the first match…”

JJ: “Oh come on.”

Larry: “No, this is cheap. Warrior had that first match won. We shouldn’t had that last match.”

JJ: “You know damn well this is a 2 out of 3 falls match.”

Larry: “I think the board of directors are biased towards Warrior… like Meltdown’s their brother or something…”

The cage begins to raise to the top. Meltdown holds up his hand in triumph and takes a sigh of relief. Warrior gets on one knee and then peers over toward Meltdown. Warrior gets to his feet and then stares down Meltdown. Meltdown begins to slowly circle the ring, and Warrior follows his movements. Meltdown starts to flex and work his neck before stopping near the announcer’s table. He climbs up to the apron and stares at Warrior. Warrior begins to take a few steps toward Meltdown and then runs full speed. Meltdown quickly jumps in one hop to the top rope and then leaps forward, landing on his feet. Warrior stops himself and turns his head to look at Meltdown.

Larry: “Man, Warrior’s got this in the bag. Meltdown was scared as hell to get in that ring. He had to act like a retarded monkey to get by Warrior.”

JJ: “But the important thing is, he did get away from Warrior.”

Warrior turns all the way around and then walks toward Meltdown. Meltdown follows suit and raises his hands to initiate some grapple. Meltdown reaches for Warrior’s arm and grabs it, but Warrior quickly pulls his arm out. Warrior immediately tackles Meltdown to the ground. He gets up and then hunches over Meltdown’s body. He goes to punch him in the face but Meltdown blocks it. He goes for another combo. Meltdown takes one and then blocks another. Warrior backs up a bit and then grabs a hold of one of Meltdown’s legs. Meltdown takes his free leg and kicks Warrior in his stomach and knees. Warrior then pulls Meltdown’s leg with force as if he wanted to pull it out of socket. Meltdown lets his guard down for one second and that’s all that Warrior needed. Warrior quickly turns Meltdown’s body around and locks in a one legged Boston Crab. He pulls Meltdown to the center of the ring.

Larry: “Woot!”

JJ: “That’s not even a word!”

Larry: “Oh yes it is. It’s going in the next dictionary. And it perfectly describes how I feel right now. This one is over!”

Meltdown struggles for a few seconds. He tries to go on elbows toward the ropes but to no avail. Warrior tries to tighten the hold even more. Meltdown yells in pain and agony before mustering up all his strength. He places his hands on the mat and then lifts himself up. Before Warrior can even react, Meltdown crawls to the ropes and then locks his arm around one. The referee tells Warrior to let go of the hold. Warrior refuses and then tightens the hold. The ref counts to one, and then two. He attempts to pull Warrior of which just causes him to tighten it. He counts three and then attempts again to get him off, but he doesn’t budge. Finally he counts to 4 and then begins to say 5. Warrior lefts go of the hold and Meltdown immediately curls up and holds his right leg. The referee crouches down and asks Meltdown if he wants to continue. Meltdown nods yes. Warrior sees this and then goes over to Meltdown. He stomps him on his leg. He goes to pull him but Meltdown holds on to the ropes.

JJ: “It’s going to be a struggle for Meltdown to get back into this match. He’s pretty hurt.”

Larry: “No duh. Like you didn’t expect this…”

JJ: “Well I assumed Meltdown would specialize in this.”

Larry: “Well House M.D., for once you assumed wrong.”

Warrior uses more force now to lure Meltdown out into the center of the ring. Meltdown shakes his head as he desperately attempts to hold on to the ropes. Finally Meltdown gives in and Warrior pulls him to the center. Instead of locking in another Boston Crab, he attempts a different move. Now Warrior has Meltdown set up in the stretch muffler. Meltdown’s leg and abdomens immediately feel the pain, and the blood rushing to his head will not help matters. The referee quickly slides to the mat and gets in Meltdown’s face. He asks him if he quits and Meltdown shakes his head no. Warrior begins to move toward the ropes. With the ref still focused on Meltdown, Warrior grabs the ropes and puts on more pressure. The ref looks up and sees Warrior. He goes to approach him but Warrior lets go. The referee goes back to Meltdown and Warrior quickly does it again. The referee notices the act and yells at Warrior. Warrior lets go of the ropes as the ref yells. As this is being done, Meltdown tries to hit Warrior in his knee. Warrior ignores them and then one gets him good and he kneels to the mat and lets go of the move. Meltdown crawls in pain and positions himself so he can again hold on to the ropes.

Larry: “Oh yeah baby. Oh yeah…”

JJ: “Meltdown still has a chance.”

Larry: “Oh please. ‘Meltdown still has a chance’ my ass. Ref might as well stop the fight and give the belt to Warrior.”

JJ: “Or stop the fight and disqualify him.”

Larry: “Disqualify Meltdown!? He hasn’t done that much wrong except get beat up and be tired. Shouldn’t penalize him for that.”

Meltdown uses the ropes to get up. Warrior regains himself and tries to move past the referee but he is still talking to him. Finally Warrior just pushes the ref out of the way. In an act of desperation, Meltdown hit’s the Ansatsuken Combo. When that’s complete, he turns around and then hits Warrior with a back rolling kick. Warrior falls down to the mat. Meltdown picks him up by the arm and attempts the Drojani Kick Combo. He hit’s the first and second kick with his left leg. Warrior catches the third kick and then swipes at Meltdown’s injured right leg. Meltdown again crumbles to the mat in pain.

JJ: “Oh man. Yeah, Meltdown’s really hurt.”

Larry: “Again… no duh.”

Warrior drops Meltdown’s left leg and then goes for the right one. Warrior walks the leg around the other before dropping to a kneeling position, trapping Meltdown’s right leg behind his knee. Warrior reaches over and grabs Meltdown far leg and places it on Meltdown’s trapped foot. After some more configuring, Warrior has locked in his patented move, the reverse Indian death lock, or as he puts it, the War Cry. Warrior has the hold in tight and Meltdown in his fatigued state has no way to get to the ropes. Meltdown tries every which way to grab a hold of some ropes, but cannot. He raises his hand to tap and the crowd boos. The ref asks if he quits and Meltdown says no. Meltdown’s hand falls to the mat, but so does the rest of his body as he collapses.

Larry: “Yes! Yes!”

The ref lifts Meltdown’s arm once, and it falls to the mat. The crowd boos as Warrior smiles to himself. The ref lifts his hand again, and his arm again falls to the mat. Warrior laughs to himself as the referee raises Meltdown’s hand one last time. He raises it in the air and it falls… no! Meltdown’s hand is in the air! The crowd cheers as Meltdown looks to mount some sort of comeback. However, there is more of the same and Meltdown’s burst of excitement quickly stops. Just as Meltdown raises his hand to tap, the lights flicker, and then completely turn off. There’s movement heard in the ring. Finally, the lights turn back on. Meltdown is laid out again. But this time, so is the referee.

JJ: “What the hell!?”

Warrior gets up and kicks the ref. The ref sways with the kick and begins to regain himself. Warrior stomps the mat in disapproval. The crowd begins to cheer loudly as Warrior discourages them. He points at them and yells at them as everyone cheers. He holds the ropes and shakes them in frustration. Finally, the crowd begins to chant a name. Warrior looks forward and then his head falls. He looks left, and then right. He then turns around. A man leaps in to the air, grasps Warrior’s neck, and drives him face first in to the mat.

JJ: “Oh my god! Oh my god! Is that…”

Larry: “Oh fuck noooo! Nooo!”

JJ: “King Carter!”

King Carter laughs as Warrior is laid out on his stomach. King Carter stands in a dirty white tank top and dirty blue jeans. He is dirty all-around except for his white-taped hand, completely clean. He taps Meltdown on his head and Meltdown comes to. He sees Warrior laid out on the ground. King looks at both men and then exits. Meltdown gets to his feet and quickly goes over to Warrior. Meltdown then locks in his signature submission maneuver, the Koji Dragon Clutch! Warrior yells in pain as Meltdown tightens the hold. Warrior refuses to tap. Meltdown tightens the hold and again Warrior refuses to tap! Warrior has no way to reach the ropes and does not know what to do. The crowd cheers in anticipation. Warrior looks around and sees the ref has stirred to his feet. Warrior looks around and tries to escape. King Carter looks on and arrogantly smiles. Warrior, in yelling in pain, finally taps! Warrior taps!

JJ: “Holy Jesus! Meltdown’s won! Meltdown’s the new EUW World Heavyweight Champion. He beat him again!”

Larry: “No! Noooo! That’s King Carter son of a bitch! Noooo!”

Jon Walt: “Here is your winner and NEWWWWW EUW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… MELTDOWN!!!”

Confetti falls from the ceiling as the crowd roars. Meltdown releases the hold and then lies on the mat. He looks up at the confetti smiling to himself. The ref raises his hand. Meltdown pumps his fist and his smile grows larger. Finally, a figure hovers above him. King Carter holds the title in his hand, and then looks at it. Meltdown slides over and rests on the bottom rope. King Carter takes one more glance at the belt, and then stares at Warrior. King Carter tosses the belt to Meltdown and he catches it. King Carter lifts his right hand and then sways his pointer finger from left to right. He chuckles and exit’s the ring. He looks at both men, Warrior yelling in agonizing defeat and Meltdown triumphantly celebrating with his newly won World Title.




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King Carter
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Everyone who Roleplayed
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