Post by Commissioner Warrior™ on Jul 1, 2009 3:01:27 GMT -5
Pain in Vain opens to the jam packed Toyota Center in Houston, Texas. The crowd fills it all the way to the ceiling, as not a single seat is empty. Screaming and shouting, they definitely seem excited to get the show underway. A fireworks display then goes off on the stage, garnering even more cheers and echoing through the arena. The camera pans around the crowd, seeing several fans wearing their opinions with t-shirts for EUW greats such as Xplode, Oblivion, and even classic Tom “The Eh” Roberts apparel. Signs also litter the crowd saying everything from “The Lion Queen” and “Brett 'Eric the Red' Cross” to “It's Vincent TIME!” and “Evan's Time Is Now!”. It seems time to get the action underway though, as the opener is ready to go.
The lights dim to a dark shade of purple. "Regulators" by Warren G begins to play as 415 walks through the entrance curtain. Dressed in a singlet, his hair pulled back into corn rolls, he raises his hands to the arena around him as white fireworks explode behind him. Taking a few steps forward, 415 then pulls his hand back and shoots it forward, pointing to the ring as one last firework goes off on the stage.
Slapping the hands of the fans along the way, he breaks into a sprint upon reaching the entrance curtain and slides under the bottom rope. The fans cheer for 415 heavily as he stands up and climbs a nearby turnbuckle, yanking off his trademark headband and tossing it out to the crowd before him.
"Only" blares over the P.A. system triggering the flickering lights across multiple random locations in the audience. Bright colors of green and gray brighten up the room, as the gigantic screen above the entrance ramp colors with images of explosions and skies vastly being played as if it was all being rewinded. Mr. Carter walks out in a luxury outfit, smiling and waving to the audience.
415 charges at Carter the moment the ref rings the bell and hits him with a series of hard left and right punches to the face forcing Carter into the ring corner. 415 continues the barrage and then starts to choke Carter in the corner until the ref stops him. 415 lets go and appears to back off but at the last second nails Carter viciously into the stomach causing him to fall on his knees in pain.
J.J: Looks like Carter is getting a taste of his own medicine early into this match.
Larry: Yeah, I've never seen 415 with this kind of anger before. I guess 415 had enough and finally snapped.
415 grabs Carter and slams in on his back with a hard belly to belly suplex, Carter yells in pain while holding his back but 415 continues the attack and grabs Carter by the neck and tries to setup the Regulation but Carter wiggles around the ring
trying to break the lock, just when 415 is about to establish the hold Carter uses his legs and the ring ropes to bounce up and flip over 415 breaking the lock.
Carter tries to counter with a back suplex but 415 out muscles him and counter with a
clothesline but Carter dodges the attack and sends 415 toward the ropes with a irish whip and 415 grabs the ropes stopping him. Carter anticipates this and charges straight at 415 hitting him with a clothesline and forcing him to land on the hard mat outside of the ring infront of the announcers desk.
Carter still hanging on the apron leaps back onto the top of the ropes while 415 is slowly getting back to his feet and slingshots off them hitting 415 with a missile dropkick causing 415 to flip over the announcers desk and take out both Larry and J.J. Both announcers are slightly shaken up but are alright, while 415 is slow to get back up.
J.J: Are you alright Larry?
Larry: Yeah, some bumps and bruises but I'm okay...what a match.
J.J: This one is far from over Larry
Carter gets back on his feet holding his back and walks toward the lifeless body of 415 he grabs him by his hair and pulls him back to his feet before sending 415 face first into the ring post with a hard irish whip. 415's head bounces off the post with a loud thud and he falls straight to the ground. Blood is starting to gush from his noes.
J.J: OH MY GOD! 415 HAS BEEN BUSTED OPEN
Larry: Once again, Carter has turned the tide. I don't know how 415 can recover. He's spewing blood like a fountain right now.
J.J: This show has just started and the ring is getting painted red. MY GOD!!!
The fans boo viciously at Carter who ignores the crowd and continues to attack a crimson faced 415 with a series of punches and stomps to the back while he slowly crawls on the floor. He pulls 415 onto his knees and throws him toward a set of steel stairs. 415 hits the stairs hard and causes them to break off into pieces, Carter starts to interact with the fans who are booing at him violently while screaming E...U...Dub. Carter snatches a water bottle from a middle aged adult in the ring and sprays it all over his face before tossing it at 415 who is trying to get back onto his knees. Carter screams at 415 "YOU WANTED REVENGE, CMON!"..."GET UP!!!"
J.J: This is making me sick, I can't watch this crap.
Larry: Cmon Larry, this is getting good. Carter is now playing mind games with the rookie.
415's face is covered in so much blood, that you can't recognize him anymore. Carter showboats and taunts the audience, taking his eyes off 415 who just stuck his left arm underneath the ring apron. Carter turns around and heads towards 415 who counters with a sudden uppercut to the jaw of Carter causing him to drop flat on his back. 415 throws what appears to be a set of blood stained brass knuckles to the floor. He uses the ropes and ring apron to get back onto his feet while the crowd chant 4...1...5, 4...1...5.
Larry: That was a dirty move by 415. He should be disqualified.
J.J: 415 is fighting fire with fire Larry, plus this is a NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH LARRY. Do your homework next time.
Spitting blood and sweat, 415 stumbles over toward Carter who is motionless and slowly rolls him back into the ring. 415 rolls in and crawls toward Carter's body and drops his left arm on Carter's chest. The ref goes for the three count.
1...2...
The ref slaps the mat for the third time but Carter gets his arm up at the last second. The crowd starts to boo at the ref who waves to the announcers that he wasn't pinned.
J.J: WOW!!! I thought Carter was dead from that upper cut.
Carter: Me too Larry, me too...what a kickout.
415 rolls onto his back in frustration and exhaustion, Carter and the mat are now covered in 415's blood. 415 slowly pulls himself back to his feet by using the ropes while the crowd chants his name. He sticks out his left fist in the air as a response and suddenly he has a boost of energy. He pulls Carter back to his feet but Carter counters with a kick to the stomach, 415 holds his stomach and Carter tries to capitalize with a super kick but 415 dodges the attack and grabs his leg
on his left shoulder. Carter hops around trying to convince 415 to let go but 415 has a sadistic smile on his face.
He lifts Carter into the air and slams him hard with a tazz capture suplex. Carter bounces off the mat and his on his knee holding his back from the impact, and 415 continues the assault charging toward Carter and hitting him with a swinging neckbreaker.
Carter appears to be hurt from the impact and is slow to get up as he crawls on the floor while 415 showboats to the relentless audience chating E...U...DUB.
Larry: Where did 415 get this energy from? Look at all the blood he has lost.
J.J: It's called adrenaline Larry, it can make you do some amazing things. I'm more worried about Carter though after that neckbreaker. Matthew Carter has been known to have some problems with that area.
415 flashes a bloody smile while staring his opponent who is flat on his back. 415 slides out of the ring and opens the apron underneath and starts to dig out a few weapons. He picks up a kendo stick, examines it and tosses it to the side, then a trash can but he throws that to the side, finally he pulls out a steel chair from the bottom and holds it up to the cheering crowd.
J.J: I've never seen 415 like this before.
Larry: 415 IS TRIPPING RIGHT NOW...his brain probably isn't functioning right now, with all that blood he's lost.
415 slides back into the ring staring Carter down who has his back turned while pulling himself up along the ropes. 415 holds the chair and rallies the audience to his side while stomping on the mat waiting patiently to make his move.
Carter turns around and 415 charges at a dazed Matthew Carter but he dodges the chair shot and hooks 415's leg tripping him face first into his own chair causing a loud thud. 415 holds his blood soaked head in agony while rolling around the ring violently from the impact. Matthew Carter hobbles around the ring still feeling the effects from the match including the neckbreaker.
J.J: One momentum shift after another, win or loss both men are giving it their all infront of this Houston crowd.
Larry: You know what they say J.J....everything is bigger in Texas. The barbeques, the fans, and now a good old fashion grudge match.
Carter pulls 415 back up and continues his assault with a series of vicious arm wrenches around the ring. Carter goes for an arm wrench by twisting 415 around and attempts a second superkick but 415 once again dodges the attack and using all his body strength, 415 hurls Carter into one of the ring corners with a hard irish whip, Carter bounches hard off the cushions and yells in pain while hanging on the ropes. 415 stands up and charges at Carter full speed attempting a clothesline but Carter counters with an elbow to the face stopping 415's momentum. Carters climbs up to the top of the ropes holding 415 and pulls off a perfect tornado DDT smashing 415's skull into the mat. Carter bounches off and away from 415 from the impact but slowly gets up and drops his arm on 415's chest from exhaustion hoping to get the win.
1...2...
415 lifts up his elbow at the last second, but the call is so close that the ref looks to the announcers and ring staff at the back to get their opinion and they nod in agreement that 415 got his elbow up. The ref continues the match to the roaring delight of the audience. Carter slams the mat relentless with his left and right fist in anger and frustration while the crowd boo's and chants 415's name.
J.J: With a close match like this, you need a second opinion and that was a great call.
Larry: I don't know, I think Carter got robbed there. But the good news is that this exciting match will continue. I don't know if this one is ever going to end.
J.J: I'm convinced that Carter is going to have to kill 415 to end this match...I'm dead serious.
Larry: Just what we need...another celebrity death, hey J.J?
Carter argues with the ref while 415 lays on the mat motionless. The ref stands his ground and maintains his composure while Carter sprays him with sweat and spit. Carter finally leaves the ref alone and returns to 415, he grabs him by the legs and drags him to the edge of the ring, rolls under the bottom rope and pulls 415 to the outside of the ring. Carter has his eyes set on J.J and Larry's announcers desk as he struggles to carry 415. Carter finally reaches the desk and rips off the small television sets, and other electronic equipment cutting off Larry and J.J's microphones. Both announcers quickly move out of the way and to the second desk next door. Carter lifts up 415 and lays him ontop of the announcers table.
J.J: Testing...testing 1..2..3. Okay I think were back Larry...WHAT THE HELL IS CARTER DOING?
Larry: I think he overheard your last statement and he's gonna go forward with it.
J.J: I think I'm going to throw up Larry, I can't watch. GET UP FOUR ONE FIVE, GET UP!!!
Carter leaves 415's lifeless body and heads back to the apron clutching his lower and upper back. He lifts up the apron and pulls out a large black steel ladder and drags it toward the announcers table. He folds and set's up the ladder while the crowd cheers and the announcers look in horror. Carter slowly climbs the ladder stopping every couple of steps.
Larry: AH YEAH...HE IS GOING TO DO IT!!!
J.J: DON'T DO IT CARTER....I think...I'm starting to lose my voice Larry. GOOD GOD 415 GET OUT OF THERE!!!!
Carter reaches the top of the ladder and stares at 415 from above while the crowd E..U...DUB chants intensify and a loud pattern of stomping and clapping emerges from the audience. Carter leaps off the top of the ladder going for a death valley splash, but in a nick of time 415 uses every last bit of strength he has and rolls out of the way to safety, Carter hits nothing but desk and smashes it to pieces from the impact. Carter is laying motionless on his stomach gasping for air and screaming in pain.
J.J: HOLY ****, HOLY ****....HE ****ing did it. Thank God 415 got out of the way.
Larry: That's what I call....a SWISH J.J. Nothing but desk!!!!
J.J: Both men nearly killed themselves just now and all you can do is joke Larry?
Larry and J.J can barely hear eachother now that the audience is roaring in excitement. 415 dodged the attack but both he and Carter are lying on the mat and debris slowly crawling around while the crowd starts to chant both their names and EU DUB. They slowly get to their feet, each man finally rising at the same time. In a sudden burst, Carter knocks 415's legs out from under him and lifts him up into the Revelations. 415 struggles, but Carter just barely manages to land it for the 1...2...and 3!
John Walt: Here is your winner by pinfall...Matthew Carter!
JJ: What a victory here by Carter.
Larry: I think 415 deserves as much respect as Carter gets though, if not more. He really did great tonight. Even if he didn't manage the win.
JJ: I can agree with you there.
The feed cuts backstage to the locker room of Chance and Amy Fusion. Chance is just arriving, setting his bag down and beginning to pull his gear out of it. To his side, Amy is talking about strategies for the night and she mentions something about her being out there. Something she says seems to grab Chance's attention as he turns to her with the odd and wild look on his face he has had as of late. Chance pulls her in, giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. And managing a rare smile at his wife and the love of his life. He moves her to the bench though, sitting her down and pointing to a television in the room. Chance then utters a single word to her.
Chance: Alone.
Ever since he has changed, Chance seems to have trouble communicating with his wife and others. She understands him though. When no one else does, she does. Realizing that Chance must complete tonights task by himself, she nods to her husband as the feed cuts back to the ring.
JJ: Well it seems Chance wants to go up against Brett alone tonight. With no help at all.
Larry: I still think the guy's a nut. Look out for the Nandi Bear! Hahaha. What's that, his boogeyman?
JJ: He may be a nut, but he's a serious competitor.
Larry: I'm just waiting for the night the guy has a mental breakdown in the ring. And trust me, it's coming.
JJ: Well that may happen some day, but right now it's time for a match that I didn't even expect to happen.
Larry: You can say that again. It'll be Harvey Clayton taking on none other than Alex Falcon. I never thought I'd be saying that.
Jack Rogers: Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready for our special challenge match? Well then, let’s get ready to fucking rumble.
"T.N.T." hits over the speakers followed by a huge applause from the audience. Harvey comes out pounding his fists together with a white bloody towel wrapped around his head. Paying no attention to the crowd, he does however let the audience touch his back and shoulders while making his entrance down the ramp. When entering by the steel steps he turns around facing the audience and spreading his arms out growling like an untamed beast. He then enters the ring and prepares for the match's opening bell to sound.
A countdown appears on the titantron, as the timer ticks down from 10, to 0. As soon as it reaches 0, pyro shoots, and Figure 8 by Trust Company blasts through the arena, and the only blue lights that are on are flashing ones that are hitting the top of the stage, blinking. Alex Falcon appears with his arm around Christy, as a faint mist is seen around them. The two then share a passionate kiss. Falcon and Christy begin to walk down to the ring, as Falcon has his arm around her once more, with an evil grin on his face. The two begin to walk up the steel steps, as Falcon holds open the middle rope for Christy to get in, and she does. Falcon climbs the middle of the rope, as he makes his Falcon wings taunt, and then jumps off of it. He flips his hood, and then opens his jacket, takes it off, and hands it to the announcer, as he points and says 'Get out of my ring'.
Ding, Ding.
Three ladders stand around the ring with all four corners of the ring having wooden tables resting on the turnbuckles. Harvey Clayton holds a chair in his hand grinning at Falcon. Harvey runs to smack Falcon, but with a under arm dodge Falcon connects with a neck breaker. After making a quick counter he makes his way back up to run across the ring, and hit a Shining Wizard on Harvey. The leg connects with the side of Clayton, but wasn’t enough to keep the sucker down for too long. Falcon pulls in the ladder from the outside and tosses it over the ropes, but doesn’t see Harvey from behind. Harvey charges in leaving an opening shot for Harvey to swing the chair around falcon’s stomach, and locking his arms around for a belly to back Suplex. Falcon’s body connects with the chair as he ricochets off the mat. A table is then being set up in the center of the ring.
JJ: Jesus, would you look at that?
Larry: What power shown by Harvey.
Harvey orders the ref to set up the ladder, as he begins to deliver an adrenaline rush of low-kicks. Falcon backs up into the set-up table. Harvey charges with a takedown, but Falcon moves slightly over for Clayton’s stomach to collide into the table. Falcon then rushes up the ladder with outstanding agility, and manages to make it all the way to the top. Pushing his feet against the top step he flies backwards for a perfect moonsault. Harvey and Falcon collide through the wooden table for an up roar of cheers from the audience. Falcon sets up the ladder and starts showing momentum. Harvey starts to shake off the pain, and looks at Falcon who is half way up the ladder. Using his fists to push his way back up, he then targets Falcon by power bombing his ass down from off the ladder. The force flips Falcon over and makes it easier for him to rebound with a takedown. Clayton laughs as he locks in a headlock, and wraps his left ankle around Falcon’s left leg. Pulling up his arm it triggers an Octopus stretch, and leaves Falcon’s right arm available reaching out in pain to grab a hold of the ladder.
Larry: Remember what happened last time Clayton locked in one of those submission holds?
JJ: Nearly broke his last opponent in half.
Larry: Falcon better do something quick, or otherwise this guy is gone.
Clayton drops Falcon and taunts him before taking a hold of the ladder. He sets it up underneath Falcon, and begins to climb up it. Harvey is almost half way up the ladder, but with amazing strength Falcon was able to push up the ladder and bring it down to the left side sending Harvey bouncing off the ropes. Both men making it up to their feet and begin to battle one another with left and rights. Harvey getting the upper hand decks Falcon with a right jab then hooks in "Explosion". Falcon desperately tries fighting out of the move, but slowly slips into the infamous "choke out". Harvey continues to tighten the grip to the point where Falcon’s head turn a deep red. The ref begins to yell at Harvey to let go, but he just laughs. The ref then begins to try and pull apart the grip, and with this Harvey let’s go. While having his laugh he sets up the ladder, and continues to make his way up towards the contract. Throwing his arm over the contract he rips it down and raises his arms in the air while the ref signals for the bell.
John Walt: And here is your winner...Harvey Clayton!
JJ: Wow! It looks like Clayton has won!
Larry: I guess we'll be seeing more of Alex Falcon. See you on Suicide!
Larry: So here we are…. Pain In Vain 2009 and the atmosphere is just electric! I just can’t believe my eyes.. My heart is STILL pounding from what has already occurred!
J.J: I agree completely. Being in the EUW truly spoils us as the level of competition is bar none ahead of the rest! And if the people at home agree, let us know over at EUW.COM! You will find superstar bio’s, fan stories, you name it…. It is just incredible!
Larry: So, what I want to know is… what’s next!?? I feel like a kid in a candy store!
J.J: Well in true EUW tradition, anything can happen. We were told that something huge was taking place tonight…. I just got the word that we will be finding out what that is at this very moment. So without further adieu… let’s head to ringside and find out.
Larry: I didn’t hear anything about this. How do you know about these things?
J.J: Well… maybe they just don’t care if you are in the know or not?
The two announcers continue to argue as the camera pans around the arena. Images of fans holding random signs come into view. Some screaming, waving to loved ones back home are displayed. Others holding signs, desperate to root their chosen superstar to victory!
The feed cuts back to ringside as Sarah Thompson is seen pacing inside the squared circle. Her gorgeous blonde hair is done nicely as extra care is given in respect to the special event. A glittery blue dress with silver attachments also is seen… she is at her best tonight. After the crowd dies down a bit, she lifts her microphone and talks to those in attendance.
Sarah: HELLO HOUSTON TEXAS!
*The crowd responds to hoots and hollars! A sudden “We love you Sarah!” is heard.
Sarah: Well, he we are… at Pain in Vain! Tonight we would like to honor a special person. This man is a past legend in the ring and currently a very successful manager since his arrival. As an in ring competitor he has been the very definition of excellence. As a manager he has led his first protégé , Xplode, to the EUW Pure championship as well as the World Championship. Please… put your hands together for TERRY JONES!
*The crowd responds with waves of cheers!
Larry: That man is a damn Icon!
J.J: If you ask me…. Something isn’t right. Xplode put in the work, Terry went along for the ride.
Larry: Are you kidding me? Everything Terry touches is gold! First Xplode, then Chris Sabora, and now James Vincent! He deserves to be honored.
“Greatest of All Time” by R.Kelly begins to play around the arena. Walking through the entrance stage, Terry Jones smiles to the fans in attendance. With his hands raised, he salutes the fans casually. A ring worker dressed in black attire rushes to him to hand Terry his walking cane which he accepts graciously. With a smile, Terry slowly walks down the illuminated ramp way and towards the ring, all the while thanking the fans. Reaching the ring, he struts up the metal steps and pauses as his entrance theme continues to play out. Stepping through the middle rope and top rope, he gently adjusts his black suit jacket and walks towards Sarah who is also clapping in adoration. Terry looks amazing, dressed in a very nice gentleman’s suit. Not too much but not too little, complete with a gold Rolex.
Sarah: Well, Mr. Jones… tonight we honor you! You are truly the birthplace of championship dreams!
Terry: Well Sarah, though my singles championships are not in the EUW, it is my day as a manager that I cherish best. I mean, they have truly tested me as a complete man. It has taken everything I have learned in the ring, to create the stars I have made.
Sarah: Indeed, you have created some legends.
Terry: Look at James Vincent! That man is breathing fire! He has his skills at a razor sharp level and believe me… he is HUNGRY! I am so proud of him!
Sarah: Any special moments you wish to share, anything that stands out?
Terry: Right now… I am focused on one thing! I m going to do everything I can to get The Vindicator to the top! The man has the tools to be the best that this company has ever seen! I have never seen another like him.
Walking towards Sarah, another ring worker hands her a plaque that reads “Terry Jones…in honor of…”
Sarah: Well, in honor of your past as well as your present exploits, the EUW would like to thank you for…….”
Sarah’s microphone suddenly cuts out. The lights dim out. The crowd begins to buzz, unsure of the situation.
Larry: Someone forgot to pay the electric bill!
J.J: Good, this was making me sick.
Dropping the microphone, Terry motions for the crowd to calm down as he accepts the plaque. Yelling at the top of his lungs he continues to accept the award.
Terry : THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART. I WILL CHERISH IT
Suddenly, another voice rings out loudly!
SHUUUUUUUUUUUT UUUUUUP!
The crowd completely goes nuts! “I Stand Alone” by Godsmack blasts out of the sound system as another person enters the stage area!
J.J: IS THAT?
IT IS!!!!! IT’S……..Holding the microphone tightly, the new guest speaks…. The intro song suddenly cuts out.
“I was sitting backstage and listening to this bullshit for awhile. I ruined the ticket booth lady’s shirt after I puked on her. After handing her a dollar to pay for it.. *The crowd laughs * I decided to walk out here and put an end to this crap. Oh .. And incase you don’t remember who I am….
I AM XPLODE! I AM THE BEST DAMN SAVAGE BEAST TO EVER BE BORN OUT OF THIS COMPANY AND I …. AM…… BACK!”
The crowd literally explodes in cheers, shaking the foundation of the arena. Xplode slowly walks towards the ring, microphone in hand…
Xplode: So, I heard you say that you created me? Then you went on to say that good old James is your focus right now? Oh how things change when someone goes to jail.
Back stepping a bit, Terry tries to reason with Xplode. His hands are up, motioning for Xplode to calm down.
Terry: Look kiddo… I was trying to keep active. You know that I am behind you one hundred percent. I have always been there.
Xplode: Bullshit! You see Terry, when it comes to lying, cheating and playing dirty… there is no one else better at it than me. So give it up. I just came out here to give you a handshake of thanks to honor you for our past achievements. That is all. You are still my idol.
Terry: Really?
Xplode nods and holds out his hand for a handshake.
Terry: Well here, this plaque is for both of us. (Terry hands the plaque to Xplode) You earned it just as much as I did.
Xplode stares at the plaque for a bit. After a slight smile, he replies…
“I know. I have always known. Now… it is time to take out the trash!”
In one quick movement, Xplode slams the plaque into Terry’s head busting him wide open! As Terry hit’s the mat hard, Xplode continues to assault him, slamming the plaque into the open wound. After seeing the results of his actions, Xplode drops the plaque and rolls out of the ring. Stopping at ringside, he turns and lifts the ring apron, pulling a sledge hammer free. With a look of pure ecstasy, he stares at the hammer. The crowd cheers in approval. Rolling back into the ring, he finds Terry Jones at his feet. The legend reaches out, grabbing for Xplode’s pant leg. After briefly staring down at him, Xplode slams the sledgehammer into Jones’s head once again… knocking him out cold! Reaching down, Xplode wipes his hand in the pool of blood around Terry and smears it on his own cheek. He then grabs a lying microphone and speaks to the fans….
Xplode: You all forgot me. I will help you remember me. Daddy is home! The EUW will once again live under the rule… of XPLODE!
Dropping the sledgehammer, Xplode rolls out of the ring and heads out while his theme song plays once again. Blood is seen dried on his face. The crowd roars in approval.
Larry: It looks like the Assassin has returned to continue business once again…
JJ: Speaking of business, it's about to pick up for our Hardkore Championship match!
Before the entrances begin EUW staff tie trashcans filled with weapons to each ring post whilst John Walt climbs into the ring.
All the lights go out, then Pain Redefined starts up. Diabolik steps out onto the ramp as the lights go red, and Urahara follows him. Together they walk slowly down the ramp, Urahara keeping a cautious eye on the crowd, as if he is trying to be ready for something to happen.
John Walt: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Hardkore title! Coming to the ring at this time the challenger, standing 6ft 4 and weighing 247lbs. He is Diabolik!
Diabolik stares straight ahead at the ring as he walks, and when he reaches it, he rolls up onto the mat as Urahara jumps up onto the side of the ring and flips over the ropes. Diabolik throws his fist in the air and fireworks shoot out of the turnbuckles. The music stops and Diabolik sits down in the corner, waiting for his opponent to arrive. Urahara stands and continues to keep an eye on the crowd.
The speakers around the arena shake violently as the first chords of ’Spitfire’ by the Prodigy blasts and wails through them, sending the crowd into a frenzy. The big screen lights up with images of Jack Bull from his prior matches. The drum intro loudly slaps into the main bass line as the stage explodes with a burst of pyros and spotlights. The main lights return as the EUW Hardkore Champion Jack Bull comes bouncing out from the back to a huge cheer.
Walt: And his opponent, standing 6ft and weighing 240lbs. He is the current EUW Hardkore Champion, Jack Bull!
As he comes down the ramp he tags the fans and sings his theme with them. The atmosphere is electric as he makes his way to the ring and scales the outside of one of the corners to give the fans his ‘Horns Of The Bull’ salute. Jumping down into the ring he then proceeds to each corner in turn to deliver the salute. The fans are going nuts!!
JJ: The crowd look like they’re hyped for this one.
Larry: Well why shouldn’t they be?
The bell sounds as the crowd starts to get louder. Both competitors walk to the middle of the ring and stare at each other. Diabolik starts to talk some trash right in the face of Jack who doesn’t say a word. The crowd start to chant Jack’s name which causes him to take a look around the arena and soak it up. Diabolik takes advantage of this and clotheslines Jack from the back sending him forward into the turnbuckles. The crowd boos loudly as Diabolik just laughs and pummels Bull in the face with some hard closed fist punches.
JJ: Well I wouldn’t have expected anything more from that leech Diabolik.
Larry: Hey! That’s a smart move, Jack should keep his eye on the prize.
Diabolik stops the punching and rolls to the outside where he grabs a chair from ringside. Jack starts to get his bearings back whilst holding himself up in the corner as Diabolik measures him up for a chair shot. Diabolik charges and swings but Jack ducks out of the way and kicks Diabolik in the chest causing him to drop the chair. Bull then hits a hard clothesline on Diabolik sending him to the outside. The crowd goes wild as Jack slides out of the ring at to the outside.
JJ: Jack is starting to bring this one back now.
Larry: Its early in the match JJ, I wouldn’t be so hasty if I was you.
Jack stomps Diabolik and picks him up. Bull wraps his arm around Diabolik’s neck and lifts him up in a vertical suplex position and slams him down hard. Diabolik shouts in pain and holds his back as Jack goes for a pin 1.*kickout*. Jack smiles and then looks under the ring for some weapons and eventually pulls out a table much to the crowds delight. Jack sets it up near the corner ringpost and goes back to Diabolik who is crawling towards the steel steps. Jack stands over Diabolik who turns round, suddenly Diabolik grabs Jack and pulls him face first into the trashcan of weapons, the sound reverberates around the arena as the crowd gasps.
JJ: Ouch! That sounded like it hurt.
Larry: You better believe it.
Jack slumps against the steps as Diabolik grabs a baseball bat from the trashcan above him. Diabolik measures Jack up as he gets to his feet, Jack turns round and is caught with a hard shot to the stomach sending him to his knees. Diabolik then grabs the chair from before and follows up with a devastating chair shot to the face busting Jack wide open. Diabolik then goes for a pin 1..2..*Bull gets the shoulder up* Jacks face is gushing with blood as Diabolik starts to lay some stomps on the fallen Jack Bull. Diabolik taunts to the crowd who boo him loudly.
JJ: Jack is a mess at the moment and doesn’t look too good in this match.
Larry: I told you not to count Diabolik out, we could have a new champion tonight!
Diabolik slides back in the ring with the chair in hand and starts to wedge it in between the corner turnbuckles. Jack starts to get up and manages to pull himself into the ring his face turned into the proverbial crimson mask. Diabolik goes to Jack and grabs him by the head. Diabolik goes for an irish whip into the corner, Bull however manages to reverse it and sends Diabolik into the corner but suddenly Diabolik jumps to the top rope and looks to go for his finisher the springboard stunner. Bull however charges and pushes Diabolik off the top rope causing him to flip and crash through the table at ringside. The crowd go crazy as Jack crumbles against the turnbuckles.
JJ: Holy Hell!
Larry: Oh my! That might have put Diabolik out for good.
Jack rolls out of the ring, trying to get to Diabolik and go for a pinfall. He drags him out of the wreckage, covering Diabolik on the outside for 1...2...but somehow Diabolik kicks out! Bull is trying to find a way to end it, and with Diabolik still yet to rise he goes and rummages under the ring. Bull suddenly pulls out a solid table, setting it up just near the ring. He goes near Diabolik who is still mostly out of it, having gotten out of the pinfall attempt through instinct. Bull hits a few elbows for good measure, and rolls Diabolik onto the table. He climbs into the ring, scaling the turnbuckle. Bull looks behind to double check for Diabolik before signaling to the crowd that it's time for the BullsEye. Having played opossum, Diabolik suddenly gets to his feet on the table and leaps to the turnbuckle knocking Bull off balance.
JJ: Bull's gonna have to be careful up there!
Bull's legs slip as he suddenly falls and straddles the turnbuckle. Diabolik sees an opening though, as he slides into the ring and goes after Jack. Bull is slowly recovering on the turnbuckle, beginning to get off of it now. Before he is off though, Diabolik suddenly shoves him off to the side. Bull can't hold himself, as he crumbles off and onto the table at ringside. Amazingly, the way Bull rolls off and hits the table doesn't break it, as he slowly tries to get to his feet. Diabolik steps to the outside of the ropes, waiting for Bull to get to his feet. Throwing caution to the wind, Diabolik springs from the ring and catches Bull in the Springboard Stunner, sending him crashing through the table. Diabolik turns through the wreckage and manages to get his arm over Jack Bull. The referee slides out and counts the pinfall for 1...2...and 3!
John Walt: Here is your winner and NEW EUW Hardkore Champion...Diabolik!
JJ: We have a new champion!
Larry: Yes we do! Way to go Diabolik!
Officials pour from the back to try and help the men up and get them backstage, as both are very worn from the contest. They help the men to the back, as Diabolik holds his newly won championship high while being helped out. Things are finally clear though, as the acquire a new table for the announce team and get ready for the next contest.
JJ: And what a night Pain in Vain has been so far and not only does will the match get more exciting but more violent too.
Larry: Correct, and the upcoming Tables contest will be especially vicious. On the last edition of Tuesday Night Suicide Michael de’ Archangel squared off against one of the two number one contenders for the EUW World Title, James Vincent. If Michael was able to pull off a victory over James then it would have been quite notable but unfortunately Trent abruptly interfered and cost him the match.
JJ: And tonight’s Tables match is a perfect opportunity for Michael de’ Archangel to extract his vengeance. Let’s go to John Walt who is currently in the ring.
John Walt: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Tables match. There is only one rule in this match and that is if one wishes to win then he must put his opponent through a table. If a wrestler accidentally breaks a table, such as for example standing on it and having it suddenly break, then it would not count as a win and the match will proceed. A victory can be achieved by putting your opponent through the table through an offensive attack or maneuver. And now that the rules are crystal clear, let us introduce the first competitor of the contest. Hailing from Athens, Georgia…..
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. Flurries 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 black cut-off jean shorts and black wife beater.
John Walt: Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds and standing six foot four, he is “The Sick 1” Trent Sickness!!
His head is looking straight forward at the ring eyes locked onto the squared circle. The crowd cheers immensely as Trent begins to walk down the aisle. Just as Trent makes it halfway down the ramp, he is abruptly ambushed by his newly sworn enemy Michael de’ Archangel. The opening bell rings as the referee seems confused on whether to exit the ring or not considering there really isn’t much rules to enforce in this contest. Nonetheless, Michael de’ Archangel continues his merciless assault by irish whipping Trent Sickness to the barrier before furiously and redundantly punching the kneeled Trent Sickness.
Michael grabs Trent by his hair and irish whips down the ramp where Trent gains speed and ends up losing control of himself and sort of falling face-first on the outside ring mat. Michael rushes to take advantage by hastily dashing down the ramp and attacking the rising Trent Sickness. Just as Michael goes to pick up his opponent, Trent suddenly grabs Michael’s head and then proceeds to viciously sink his teeth into the former Pure champion’s forehead. The referee, realizing there are no disqualifications or anything of that sort in this contest, rolls out of the ring but doesn’t attempt to break up the situation. After a couple of seconds, Trent lets go and the stunned Michael stumbles back while holding his forehead. Sickness immediately takes advantage by searching under the ring and pulling out a pure black steel chair.
With the uttermost definition of force and brutality, Trent slams the steel chair directly into Michael’s left ankle thus forcing the once Cult Enforcer to drop to one knee. It is at this moment that Saraphim rushes from the backstage area and down the ramp but as soon as she arrives Trent points the steel chair in her direction and warns her not to interfere. Trent then slams the chair into the back of Michael’s head causing him to drop face first into the ground.
With Michael down, Trent begins redundantly and vehemently slamming the chair into Michael’s left ankle before dropping the horrid steel chair and picking up Michael before rolling him into the ring. Although Trent pulls out not one table but two from the ring, he decides to weaken Michael further before putting him through any table. Therefore, Trent rolls into the ring and goes straight for the offensive on the gradually rising Michael.
Trent Sickness chooses to not stall and instead utilize his signature moves directly and as a result he is able to pull off his infamous “Welcome to Hell, Motherfucker!” maneuver which consists of a Double Underhook Piledriver. The move takes its toll on Michael who appears to be slightly silenced by its abrupt timing. Nonetheless, Trent shows no sign of lightening up as he picks Michael back up and chooses to focus on his newly injured left ankle and after grabbing a handful of it begins grotesquely twisting it in inhumane directions. Michael’s eyes widen open but he does not scream or plead due to his intense and devoted training. Instead, Michael focuses on finding a way out while simultaneously attempting to tolerate the pain.
Trent tightens the hold more and more and although he fully realizes submissions cannot be counted in this contest he still takes joy in draining the life out of Michael whom seems sort of panicking. However, Michael quickly contains himself and actually begins fading away. Trent, realizing that Michael isn’t resisting anymore, loosens up the hold and it is at this moment that Michael shows his true colors and uses his now loosed leg to completely kick Trent away. Trent, falling back first and realizing Michael’s little trick, instantaneously makes it back up to his feet and rushes forward at the now-kneeling Michael de’ Archangel but unfortunately Mda lands a swift straight punch to Trent’s gut before rising up to his feet and grabbing Trent by his throat. With Michael in full control, he is able to lift Trent up in the air and slam him back down on his right knee with the crucifixion. Michael falls down too due to his tedious and fatigued left ankle.
It is at this moment that Michael slowly slides out of the ring after noticing Saraphim’s presence. Michael instructs her to return backstage due to the unstable nature of Trent Sickness and the actuality of her lingering around the ringside will probably endanger her. After a brief argument, Saraphim sees the logic in his claims and eventually disappears to the backstage area. Michael turns around and is abruptly hit with the full force of both of Trent’s feet as Sickness lands a baseball slide that causes Michael to fall on his back. Fortunately for de’ Archangel, Trent’s steel chair lies beside him and he immediately grabs a hold of it. At the same time, Trent picks up one of the two tables and a weapon staredown ensures between both men.
JJ: And Trent appears to be armed with a wooden table while Michael has a steel chair firmly in his grasp.
Larry: All it takes is finding one particular opportunity and either Trent or Michael can finish each other off on the spot.
After a very intense array of seconds, both men lunge at each other in their respective ways. Trent targets Michael’s hurt ankle by spearing the table toward his legs while Michael throws the steel chair in Trent’s face. Both attacks hit successfully and as a result both men are momentarily stunned, Trent however suddenly recuperates and lunges toward the limping Michael de’ Archangel. In a turn of events and a showcase of incredible stamina, Michael kicks Trent in the gut and pulls off the very abrupt and unforeseeable Wings of Redemption.
Trent is down on the ground as Michael immediately sets up the table next to the steel steps. Michael then drags Trent towards the steps and picks him up before placing him in position for the infamous Scales of Judgment. After Trent is in position, Michael ascends the steel steps and turns toward the tables. Just before Michael can even contemplate pulling off his finisher through the table, Trent suddenly begins eccentrically thrashing.
Being a master of pinpointing his opponent’s disadvantages, Trent intensifies his thrashing in hopes of strengthening the pressure on Michael’s injured ankle and thus disallowing him to go through with his move. Michael feels his ankle getting weaker and more demanding and decides to throw Trent off and hopefully into the table. As soon as he propels the physically active Trent away, Sickness retaliates by grabbing his head and instead lunging Michael forward toward the table. Trent ends up landing a few inches away from the table while Michael grazes over it and barely avoids breaking it but ends up tipping the table over.
JJ: And what a very close victory for both Trent Sickness and Michael de’ Archangel!!
Larry: A violent Tables match really does bring out the best in each wrestler’s creativity. It’s not that simple to put a two hundred plus man into a wooden table without the guarantee of it even breaking.
The crowd begins cheering and clapping in a mixture of awe and astonishment. Both men gradually rise to their feet, Trent Sickness gets up first and is able to swiftly scale the steps before lunging forward with a plancha on the unsuspecting Michael de’ Archangel. Michael reacts swiftly and grabs the propelled Trent and positions him for a power bomb, Michael however realizes this is a golden opportunity to put Trent through the table but unfortunately the table has been tipped over. Furious, Michael ends up powerbombing Trent to the mat.
Michael yearns for victory and as a result decides to grab another table and set it up before setting up the original table right next to it. As he appears to be doing this, Trent seems to have crawled under the ring. After finishing his task, Michael notices this and grabs Trent by the legs before dragging him out from under the ring. Trent doesn’t appear to have been running away though and instead appears to have a petite yet full bag clenched in his hands. Trent opens the bag as Michael goes to pick him up and when the perfect opportunity suddenly commences, Trent throws the open bag in Michael’s face. This causes the bag’s containers, which are now apparent to be thumbtacks , to spread and horribly hit Michael in the face.
Michael lets out a scream and holds his face as Trent drops the bag and rolls over to the steel chair and after grabbing it, flings it toward Michael’s left injured ankle. This causes Michael to fall on one knee and manages to make him emit another scream; Trent then follows everything up by slamming the chair into the back of Michael’s head. Predictably, Michael falls down like a stack of potatoes and Trent doesn’t show any shred of leniency as he begins viciously slamming the chair down Michael’s body. Trent turns around and notices the two tables stacked beside each other. With de’ Archangel apparently unconscious, Sickness decides to go for a big finish.
Trent first picks up the bag of thumbtacks and spreads all across the two adjacent tables. After emptying the bag, he throws it away and begins moving around the ring and searching under it for anything juicy. Reassured of Michael’s unconscious state, Trent continues his search under the ring and to his amusement finds one long light tube. Trent grins and returns to the two tables and Michael, Sickness eyes the audience before smashing the light tube over his right knee. Trent grabs the broken shards in his bloody arms and spreads them over both tables as his grin gets wider. After he’s done with that, he decides to throw in the steel chair too just for the hell of it. After everything is set and done Trent cautiously approaches the downed Michael de’ Archangel before picking him up and putting him in position for The Plague.
Trent slowly ascends the steps and stops for a while to let the audience grasp the horrifying situation, sort of similar to how a lion or any carnivorous animal holds or drapes his victim from mouth after a lengthy battle. Without one shred of hesitation, Trent lets out a roar and jumps in the air before pulling off The Plunge, although altering it midway to a sit-out powerbomb, through the set of thumbtack, glass shards, and one steel chair adorned tables! The ring bell immediately rings as medics and the terrified referee go to check on both competitors.
John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the contest. Trent Sickness!!
“The Thing That Should Not Be” by Metallica blares through the speakers as Trent slowly emerges from the wreckage with various cuts and unending trails of fresh blood, both his and Michael’s, all over his body. The referee shyly grabs Trent’s arm and raises it but Trent pulls his arm away before posing in his signature Christ-like pose. Trent then rolls into the ring and does the same on all four turnbuckles. He halts at the last one, which conveniently happens to be looking over the dual table wreckage, and glares down in achievement over Michael’s wrecked body and the equally wrecked ruins of the tables and the spontaneously scattered thumbtacks and glass shards and of course, that one indented steel chair.
JJ: What a disgusting and amazing match from both competitors! Michael de’ Archangel may have lost but he evidently proved his resiliency and uncanny stamina in any match he participates in.
Larry: And Trent Sickness proved what a gifted and fucked up individual he is.
JJ: As amazing a match that was, it's time for a drastic contrast. Pure Rules time!
