SnV Specal Edition Results.

[Immanuel Taylor]

Rather than kicking things off with an explosive opening package, we soothe into the special edition of Saturday Night Vengeance with a calm yet focused opening shot of none other than Mark Rivera standing in front of the camera with his sharp suit and the characteristic Rivera facial stance.

Behind Mark Rivera lies a wide and attention-encapsulating “EUW” banner that completely covers whatever wall was formidably standing behind Mark Rivera. The rehabilitated Mark Rivera came back to this business looking for redemption, to make up for his past mistakes. However, week by week, his old habits have been kicking back in. He struck a deal with Xplode to give Xplode the opportunity to cripple The Puzzos which Xplode didn’t succeed in doing. And then, ironically, Rivera cut a deal with Marcus Puzzo. The exact specifics are ambiguous but it definitely involves Vincent Ellis’ house and Marcus’ future as an EUW wrestler. What Rivera is up to is near-impossible to figure out but the supposedly rehabilitated and morally-salvaged Mark Rivera is now standing firmly in front of the camera with his gray hair and unreadable poker face. Rivera clears his throat and speaks directly into the camera and thus to the audience.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Special Edition of Saturday Night Vengeance. I am Mark Rivera, the second-in-command to former General Manager Vincent Ellis and I have come to update and clarify you all on Mr. Ellis’ horrific accident. For those of you who did not read the news update on our comprehensive EUW.com website, allow me to notify you of the tragedy that occurred to our beloved General Manager Vincent Ellis. On April 28th, the Colorado police force was called in to investigate what appeared to be a fallen body on the sidewalk outside of Ellis’ apartment residence. After a quick investigation, it was revealed that the body belonged to Vincent Ellis himself. According to the police report, Mr. Ellis fell from his apartment window to the ground below.

The concern in everyone’s mind is why exactly Mr. Ellis plunged from his apartment window to the ground below. Since I, Mark Rivera, served a long time as Ellis’ second in command and as his friend, I believe I know him better and have spent more time with him than anyone else. And with familiarity comes understanding. Some of you may have not noticed but Mr. Ellis was on the verge of a Mental Breakdown. The General Manager position here in EUW is stressful at best and soul-crushing at worst. Mr. Ellis was a good man with a venerable dream. He was a good man but an innocent, naïve and tender one. The road to success is paved with repeated failures and, unfortunately, Mr. Ellis’ shortcomings in fulfilling his dream here in EUW consumed and destroyed him. Which is why I have no doubt that Mr. Ellis willingly and intentionally threw himself out of his window. I don’t mean to sound harsh but I strongly believe Mr. Ellis attempted to commit suicide. Of course, I was not there so I can never be 100% sure but the endless indications are, if I may say, a bit too convincing to disagree with.

Fortunately, our General Manager’s bleak attempt at confronting his personal demons through suicide failed as Mr. Ellis is still alive. He is in critical condition and is currently in a coma with complete paralysis from the waist down. This news imbues me with a great deal of sorrow but I am also certain that Mr. Ellis himself wouldn’t want anything more than the show to go on and therefore I ask you to enjoy tonight’s show while keeping Mr. Ellis in your prayers.

As for the General Manager position, a direct response will be given by the EUW Headquarters themselves. EUW President Scott Lang is scheduled to appear tonight to discuss the matter in private with the EUW authorities. Other than that, I urge you all to find it in yourself to both keep Mr. Ellis in your minds and hearts and enjoy the special edition of Saturday Night Vengeance. I am Mark Rivera and I bid you farewell…..for now."

The camera zooms over from Rivera's stature before suddenly cutting to an opening video package of tonight's show. The video package starts smoothly, with the sound of an old record player playing. Several EUW superstars are shown in the ring, one at a time, and strangely in a good mood. The oddly mirthful tone keeps going until an ear-piercing sound, one similar to a needle scratching a vintage record, transpires and a wild shriek follows. As soon as the shriek emanates, total chaos enfolds. The video package suddenly becomes bloody violent as EUW's beloved wrestlers are shown destroying each other in the ring. The video package proceeds to mutate from unpredictable mayhem to systematic chaos.

While maintaining its unstable tone, the video also proceeds to run down the six matches along with their corresponding feuds tonight. From deeply emotional and personal matches such as the opening Puzzo grudge match, the straightjacket, and the main event to matches that harbor newly initiated feuds such as Ludvak vs. TITAN, Castillo vs. Laurel and the eccentric Holly vs. Black feud, the package recaps everything before coming to an abrupt halt.

What replaces the video package is complete darkness. Our sight may have been taken away but our hearing is intact as the rampant and consistent cheers and yells of the faithful EUW audience suffocate the dark atmosphere. It's apparent we are inside the Vengeance Dome with the lights turned off. Suddenly, John Walt's loud and attention-encapsulating voice soars through the atmosphere.

"Ladies and gentlemen………welcome to Saturday…..Night……VENGEANCE!"

All the lights switch on as endless and endless arrays of fireworks attack the entrance ramp. The cameras swirl around the arena as the amazing (and obviously expensive) firework display continues to flourish and dominate. The cameras continue spinning around the arena, showcasing the obviously packed atmosphere of tonight's quite special show, before settling on the familiar announcing duo of Creep and JJ.


Creep: BAM! We are fucking on!

JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, this is JJ and Creep and it is time for the long awaited special edition of Saturday Night Vengeance. The seemingly perpetual feud between Toby Hunter and Xplode comes to end as we are promised the retirement of the loser of their match. The personal Bull/Sabora feud seems to be either ending or escalating as both men will tango in a straightjacket match. 415 and Marcus Puzzo, once loving brothers and one of the most formidable tag teams in EUW history, look to decimate any traces of family ties as they take on each other in our opening contest. All this and more, all awaiting for you in tonight's show. I can't take the stress! Creepy, how are you holding up?

Creep: I need a cigarette to calm down, Double J. I don't know if this is the impact of tonight's show or the dozen cans of Red Bull I engulfed before the beginning of tonight's show but I can't stop shaking.

JJ: Red Bull? What happened to your beer and chips?

Creep: Food budget was too high. So I invested in good ole energy drinks. Is my left hand still uncontrollably trembling?

JJ: Yes. And you seem to have an erection too, disgustingly enough.

Creep: Oh….well don't you worry about that, Double J. You're not my type. Now let's go on with the opening match!

JJ: Uh…Creepy, before we do so, we have to address the Ellis accident first. I'm sure you all witnessed Rivera's announcement at the beginning of tonight's show so there's no need for lengthy dialogue here other than the offering of condolences of both Creep and I and our constant reminder to all of you to enjoy tonight's show while keeping Vincent Ellis on mind.

Creep: Yeah, bummer man, but we are here to enjoy some good old fashioned in-your-face controversially violent wrestling! So let’s get this night started off with an awesome grudge match!


JJ:: Yep it’s the Puzzo brothers are battling against each other! This might just be epic!


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.

John Walt: This match is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring at this time weighing in at 230lbs he is “The Regulator” 415!

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.

As beware of us hits Marcus makes his way out to the ramp way. As he makes his way to wards the ring the crowd boos him, Marcus makes the gesture of giving them the finger.

John Walt: And his opponent, standing 6 feet tall. He is Marcus Puzzo!

Upon entering the ring Marcus climbs the first turnbuckle and gives the booing crowd the finger he then stands in the middle of the ring and spits in the middle of the ring making it known that he doesn't care about the fans. Heading to wards the next turnbuckle he does the same thing to the fans on the other side of the ring, he even gestures to one of the fans to get onto the ring with him.

The ref looks at both of the competitors who are staring deep into each others eyes. Marcus has a smile across his face whilst 415 looks at his brother with a slight disappointment. The bell sounds as the crowd sit down getting ready for the match ahead. 415 seems hesitant to lock up with Marcus but does so anyway as the match begins. Marcus gets the advantage to start off with as he pushes his brother into the corner, the ref comes in to break the hold but Marcus takes his time. The ref eventually forces Marcus off of 415, as Marcus backs away however he hits a hard open slap to the face of his brother. 415 grabs his cheek in pain as Marcus just laughs in his brother's face.

JJ: Wow there is some serious hatred here.

Creep: Lets hope 415 doesn’t cry.

415 looks angered by his brothers actions, Marcus just signals for him to bring it on. The two go for another collar and elbow tie up. Suddenly 415 gets the upper hand and throws his brother into the corner, then hits some hard punches to his face and chest. Marcus seems surprised as the ref goes in the corner to break it up, Marcus then sneaks out of the ring and takes a rest at ringside. 415 just laughs and pushes the ref out of the way so he can follow his brother. 415 grabs Marcus by the head and throws him into the crowd barricade, the crowd cheer as 415 taunts to them.

JJ: Well it looks like 415 is beating Marcus at his own game.

Creep: Yeah and Marcus is getting a hell of a beating.

Marcus is sent back into the ring closely followed by 415 who goes for a quick pin 1..2.*kickout* 415 goes to grab his brother but Marcus hits a low blow sending 415 to his knees, the crowd boo loudly as the ref warns him about being disqualified. Marcus stays on the offensive however and hits a running knee to the face of his brother 415, he quickly goes for a pin of his own 1..2.*kickout* Marcus stays on the offensive however and locks in an armbar submission. 415 shouts out in pain as the crowd cheer for him to get up. The ref starts to ask him if he wants to quit as he looks to the ropes. 415 tries his hardest to get to the ropes as Marcus wrenches the move back further causing 415 to shout out in pain. 415 however starts to push through the pain and begins to wriggle out of the hold, the crowd cheer louder as he pulls his arm free and gets up. Marcus however gets up quicker and goes for a clothesline, 415 ducks however and grabs his brother for a schoolboy 1..2..*kickout* The crowd cheer loudly for 415.

JJ: That was close for Marcus!

Creep: It sure was!

Marcus gets up quickly and hits a clothesline. Marcus then charges into the ropes and goes for another clothesline on the return just as 415 is getting up. 415 leapfrogs Marcus however and sends him into the opposite set of ropes, on the return 415 hits a dropkick square into the jaw of Marcus. 415 goes for another pin but Marcus kicks out quickly and then rolls out of the ring. Whilst Marcus is checking his jaw and generally buying himself some time, 415 stands in the ring and looks to the crowd. They seem to have the same idea that he has. 415 suddenly charges at Marcus and looks to fly, he dives over the top rope and goes for a cross body splash onto Marcus . Marcus however sees it coming and jumps out of the way leaving 415 to hit the mat with a thud.
Marcus drags 415 to the ring post and proceeds to pick him up before kneeing him in the gut and driving him head-first into the ring post. 415’s head hits hard and he ceases moving as his brother slowly picks him up and rolls him back in the ring. Marcus quickly goes for the pinfall.

One….Two….Thr- ropebreak by 415! The crowd goes wild as Marcus yells in fury at the referee. Marcus grabs his brother’s feet and drags him to the middle of the ring where he goes for another pinfall.

One…Two….Th- another close kickout by 415! Marcus goes crazy as he gets back up and holds his head in stress and frustration. He struts around the ring before calming himself down and turning towards the fallen body of 415. He takes a deep breath before grabbing his brother by the mask and forcefully lifting him up. However, as soon as 415 makes it up to his knees he reacts with sudden intensity as he grabs his brother by the thighs and propels him backward over his shoulder with a big back body drop. The crowd goes even crazier as 415, known formely as Mario, slams his hands to the mat and runs towards the ropes. He rebounds and rushes back just in time to nail his brother, now on his feet, with a clothesline.

Marcus, however, ducks it. Both brothers turn around at the same time and face each other but 415 is quicker. He is able to get a split second advantage and knee his brother in the gut before nailing him with The Retribution! 415 rolls Marcus on his back and goes for the pinfall!

One…Two….Three!

The ring bell goes off as 415 rolls off his brother’s body. He holds his head in relief as the referee grabs one of his arms and raises it in honor and victory.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the match via pinfall…..4..1…5!!

415 gets back up and starts to celebrate in the ring as his brother seems to be out cold. Mario takes off his mask and throws it a kid in the audience before leaping on the turnbuckle and letting out a roar of victory! The camera focuses on Marcus, slowly regaining consciousness, as 415 jumps off the turnbuckle and turns to face his fallen brother. 415 simply waits as Marcus finally makes it to his feet. Both brothers took each other to the extreme tonight and it was 415 who was able to get the victory after a hellacious match. Silence transpires as both brother stare into one another.

Marcus suddenly leans in forward and says “This is not over.” 415 doesn’t react as his brother exists the ring and makes his way backstage with anger spilling out of his face. 415 simply stares at him with disappointment and mild anger.

The cameras cut away from the emotional display in the ring to the lively and unhinged hallways of the Vengeance Dome where none other than EUW President Scott Lang bursts in from the outside with an army of security guards protecting him from the onslaught of Journalists and Reporters huddled outside. Every single staff worker stops in his and her tracks as President Lang soars through the once-busy-yet-now-separated hallways of the Vengeance Dome with his army of security guards. He suddenly stops and points at one of the staff workers.

"You! Insignificant and easily replaceable staff worker!" yells an obviously enraged Lang while pointing at the target of his choice "Who is second in command to Vincent Ellis. Who's the acting general manager?"

"Uh….no one, Mr. Lang,"

"Cocksuckers!" yells President Lang in ultimate irritation. He loosens his tie and seems to be on the binge of eruption when a brave and young staff worker approaches him.

"However, sir, Mark Rivera is taking care of business here in the Vengeance Dome."

"Rivera? The guy who makes good coffee? Fine, where do I find him?"

"He's in Vincent Ellis' office, sir,"

EUW President Scott Lang, along with his intimidating army of body guards, soars through the busy hallways of the Vengeance Dome. Anyone in his way immediately jumps out of his route as Mr. Lang clashes on similar to a tornado.

"I fucking hate Colorado" exclaims Scott Lang as he continues his venture with his army of security guards. The camera follows Lang's path for a bit before stopping and focusing on the general superstar's locker-room. The camera ventures inside and its newest target is located in the form of EUW's emotionally unstable monstrosity. TITAN.

TITAN is shown staring into the mirror in the general superstars’ locker-room. On the left side of his neck lays a big white patch covering the bite mark inflicted by Count Ludvak on TITAN during the Six Pack Challenge. TITAN’s face seems to be dominated by anticipation as he seems to be counting the minutes till the No Holds Barred match starts. A sudden knock surfaces from the closer wooden double door of the general locker room followed by both doors swinging open and Rivera entering, with his sunglasses still intact. He puts on one of his plastic smiles and approaches TITAN in the bathroom where EUW’s resident freak of nature is leaning over the sink with the water open.

“Hello Billy” says Rivera before turning off the faucet of the sink. “The water bill is already high, we shouldn’t waste anymore water. Didn’t your father ever teach you about the importance of preserving water, Billy?”

“I was raised in an orphanage, Mr. Rivera. If I ever meet my father, I’m going to rip his head off and suck out the brain fluids myself.”

‘How charming, Billy. And since you have that adorable violent attitude, let’s cut to business and initiate your pre-match medication procedures. It’s time for your Anti-Psychotic pills”

Rivera proceeds to take out a small bottle of pills from his jacket before releasing two capsules out of it. He hands them to TITAN, who throws them in his own mouth. Rivera’s pager suddenly goes off.

“Oh, business calls my dear Billy. Come on, your match is next. Head straight to the ring please.”

Rivera doesn’t have time to check whether TITAN actually swallowed his pills as he seems to be summoned by something, as indicated by his pager. Rivera rushes off as TITAN waits for him to leave. As soon as Rivera does so, TITAN turns to the sinks and spits the Anti-Psychotic pills out before opening the faucet and causing released water to sink the pills down the drain. TITAN smiles and looks straight into the mirror while placing a hand over the white patch on the left side of his neck.

“Tonight I’m going to personally rip out those teeth of yours, Ludvak”

The camera immediately cuts away to the announcers table where both JJ and Creep are firmly in place and ready to initiate the second contest of the evening. Creep raises his third glass of beer and starts indulging in it as JJ adjusts his tie and glasses. The camera light turns on, signifying that both Creep and JJ are “on”. JJ immediately turns to Creep.

JJ: And what a hell of a match the opener was, eh Creepy?

Creep: Eh, JJ. Eh. And now we’re going to be going from the emotional opener to the violent No Holds Barred Match between Count Ludvak and TITAN. Count Ludvak made his debut two weeks ago and it was during the Six Pack Challenge that he left his mark….literally. He left his mark on TITAN’s neck as he countered TITAN’s belly-to-belly Suplex by biting him in the neck.

JJ: TITAN lost a lot of blood and had to be taken out of the Six Pack Challenge. You know Creepy, I think TITAN getting bit was a little bit his fault too. I mean, he basically chose a full frontal approach on Ludvak. TITAN used his fists and never let up on Ludvak and considering Ludvak likes the…uh…taste of blood, well I think he found TITAN’s violent approach to tempting not to take advantage of.

Creep: True and TITAN isn’t going to think twice about taking advantage of the No Holds Barred stipulation as he will be looking for some good ole revenge tonight and what makes this more dangerous is the fact TITAN was already bitten so Ludvak’s surprise element is out of the window. The question, however, is whether Ludvak needs to use his teeth or not to defeat TITAN.

JJ: Let’s find out shall we? Take it from here, Johnny!


The camera circles around the ring before positioning in front of Walt’s cheerful face. Walt adjusts his bowtie before raising the microphone to his mouth and initiating his introduction.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will be a No Holds Barred match. There will be no disqualifications, no rope breaks, and certainly no countouts. The only way to win the contest is via submission or pinfall, which must be initiated in the ring.

"Made Out of Nothing" by Coheed and Cambria hits the arena as Count Ludvak rises from the stage. Smoke fills the stage and arena as red lights flicker throughout the arena.

John Walt: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and thirty eight pounds and standing seven foot three. Hailing from Transylvania, he is none other than Count Ludvak!


The stage has opened up and Count Ludvak has risen, now stepping forward and slowly walking down the stage in rhythm with the music. Ludvak’s pale face horrifies the EUW audience as many children hold their mouths in terror while other demographics in the crowd react with emotions ranging from shock to blatant disgust. Ludvak fails to notice any perception of his character by the crowd as he methodically walks down the ramp. Suddenly, TITAN lunges at Ludvak from behind, spearing him to the ground and violently smashing his face into the ramp.

Creep: Looks like TITAN couldn’t wait for his taste of vengeance! It’s on, JJ. Ludvak and TITAN, Two Giants in a No Holds Barred matchup! Quick, who do you think will win? My money is on TITAN.

JJ: Well, I guess that my money will be on Ludvak.

The opening ring bell rings wildly, signifying the match has begun. TITAN starts violently choking Ludvak with his own hands before slamming his head into the ring stage. Ludvak suddenly shrieks before shockingly throwing TITAN off him. This causes the entire EUW arena to be silent as TITAN is literally thrown off Ludvak’s eccentric body and slams into the crowd barrier. Ludvak slowly stands up as TITAN shakes off the surprise of what appears to be Ludvak’s supernatural abilities. TITAN goes to attack again but Ludvak catches him with a big boot causing TITAN to roll down the ramp. Ludvak slowly follows as TITAN is now a few inches away from the ring. TITAN, completely consumed by surprise of Ludvak’s ability and confusion, crawls towards the steel steps.

Ludvak, slower than ever due to his eccentric body structure, finally reaches TITAN who has been leaning on the steel steps. TITAN suddenly arises and clutches the steel steps before pulling them out of their place and, utilizing his incredible strength, slams them into Ludvak’s face. Ludvak falls back-first as TITAN looms over his body and raises the steel steps before throwing them down on Ludvak’s face. Ludvak simply lies still as TITAN throws away the steel steps and carries the Count with his bare hands. TITAN then irish whips him to the crowd barrier. Ludvak lies there as TITAN charges straight on. Just as TITAN is about to pull off a spear, Ludvak suddenly leaps out of the way like a bat or whatever creature is associated with vampires and the spontaneous outbursts of speed and inhuman ability they get.

TITAN ends up spearing the crowd barrier itself and dislocating it as his body collides with some of the audience members. Ludvak approaches TITAN’s dazed body before methodically dragging him away from the crowd and to the ring. Ludvak then grabs TITAN by the throat before slowly picking him up with a chokeslam. Ludvak then rolls TITAN in the ring before making it into the ring himself. TITAN is still seriously dazed by the botched spear as Ludvak immediately begins targeting his head, locking in a Dragon Sleeper. TITAN’s arms begin failing around as Ludvak’s blank face continues to horrify the EUW audience.

Creep: Man, I just cannot wrap my head around this Ludvak guy. He gets these random outbursts of power and speed out of nowhere. One second he’s as slows as a snail and then he suddenly leaps from one place to another. And did you see the way he threw TITAN off himself?

JJ: You are the wrestler, Creepy. You tell me.

Creep: Well, as a former active wrestler and former World Champion too may I add, I officially deem Count Ludvak’s style as fucking weird.

Ludvak applies tremendous pressures to TITAN’s neck as the white patch covering the bite mark on TITAN’s neck slowly begins peeling off by itself. TITAN suddenly slams his fists on the mat before using his strength to push his body up. This causes TITAN to rise to his knees as Ludvak keeps the Dragon Sleeper locked in. TITAN suddenly twists himself around, falling back-first with Ludvak under his body. Ludvak finds himself impaled on the ground as TITAN quickly twists around again and places his arms around Ludvak’s waist before picking Ludvak up and sticking him in a bearhug submission move. This was the exact same position where Ludvak bit TITAN’s neck in the Six Pack Challenge and as a precaution, TITAN places his head under Ludvak’s chin, disabling Ludvak from using his teeth while allowing TITAN to lock the bearhug hold with uttermost ferocity.

The referee gets in position to observe the hold as Ludvak’s pale face continues to be the exact same position. TITAN’s head continues pushing Ludvak’s chin up as Ludvak raises both his hands up. Before he can do anything though, TITAN converts the move into a brutal spinebuster. TITAN goes for the pinfall.

One….Tw- kickout by Ludvak.

JJ: What the hell is it with Ludvak and these surges of energy? One second he is as slow as a goat going through menopause and the second minute he lifts and throws TITAN away.

Creep: You don't think he's really a…vampire? You know, since vampires get these outbursts of energy and stuff from time to time.

JJ: Don't be ridiculous, Creepy.

TITAN spits on the ground as he decides to take this shit to the next level. He rolls out of the ring, obtains a steel chair from under the ring, and rolls back into the ring. As soon as he does , Ludvak nails him with a big boot. TITAN falls backwards towards the ropes as he then proceeds to chop the bandaged area of TITAN’s neck. This causes the EUW monstrosity to double over in sudden pain as Ludvak, knowledgeable of every pain center in the human body, follows it up with a throat thurst that causes TITAN to swirl around and fall on the ropes. Ludvak follows up with a kick to the back of TITAN’s knee before locking in a sleeper hold.

TITAN’s arms fling uncontrollably as Ludvak’s empty expression continues to persist. TITAN begins slumping down on his knees as Ludvak’s hold wrenches on TITAN’s neck. TITAN begins slowly yet surely fading out as Ludvak’s hold persist. TITAN suddenly grabs Ludvak’s arms and pries them off before charging backwards, impaling Ludvak in the corner. TITAN elbows him in the waist before turning around. Ludvak gets a move in, however, as he headbutts TITAN. Ludvak walks forward as TITAN stumbles backwards while holding his head in pain.

Ludvak, now focused on TITAN’s neck, opens his mouth and decides to immobilize TITAN with a good ole bite in the neck. As soon as he is about to take a chunk out of TITAN’s neck, TITAN grabs him by the throat. Ludvak counters with his finisher, The Blood Drinker! TITAN is held down as Ludvak, fully aware of the match stipulations, goes to extend the submission move by biting down on TITAN’s neck. His teeth graze the other side of TITAN’s neck, the one without the bandage. Ludvak’s sharp teeth intersect with the flesh and this causes TITAN, recalling how much the late biting hurt, to snap.

TITAN spins around, overpowering Ludvak and sandwiching him to the mat. TITAN then elbows him repeatedly in the face before grabbing the steel chair he brought in earlier and slamming it down Ludvak’s throat. TITAN raises the steel chair and beings viciously slamming it down Ludvak’s body, showing zero tolerance. Ludvak twitches, first to the left and then to the right before ceasing to move. TITAN throws the bent steel chair away before going for the pinfall.

One….Two….kickout by Ludvak. TITAN doesn’t waste a second as he grabs Ludvak by the ears and pulls him up before placing his head in-between his thighs. Just as TITAN goes to pull off his finisher, Ludvak instead lifts him up with the stored eccentric energy he had in him. TITAN, now finding himself on Ludvak’s shoulders, reacts quickly by hopping off and then running to the ropes, bouncing off them and coming back with a thunderous spear to Ludvak. TITAN follows up by quickly grabbing him and pulling off The Devastator but with four consecutive powerbombs rather than three. The referee gets in position.

One…Two…Three!

JJ: And it’s over!

Creep: I have to admit, JJ, this match didn’t turn out to be as violent as I had hoped it would be. However, I can tell TITAN found himself with a bigger challenge than he expected.

The camera pans over the ring canvas showing TITAN over Ludvak’s body. TITAN slowly distances himself as he gets up and demands the referee raise his hand in victory. The referee does so as the camera zooms in on TITAN’s enraged yet satisfied face.

[Immanuel Taylor]

The camera immediately cuts towards the luxurious office of Vincent Ellis, a man now spending his time in a hospital bed in a coma, where Mark Rivera is shown preparing two cocktails. The entire office has been furnished as in to harbor a significant meeting, one that could alter the future of backstage politics in Professional Wrestling. Rivera takes a deep breath as he places both cocktails on the coffee table between the two leather chairs, which seemed to be positioned next to the large plate glass window. A few seconds pass as Rivera fixes the office a bit more before none other than the expected guest of honor arrives through the open office door.

"President Lang" exclaims Rivera as he heads over and offers a handshake.

"Do those cocktails have alcohol in them?" immediately asks Lang while ignoring Rivera's handshake proposal. Rivera mutters a Yes and, as quick as lightning, Lang takes his jacket off and throws it before zeroing in on the two cocktails. He picks them both up and gulps them down after the other.

"It's good to see you, President Lang."

"Cut the crap, Marky boy. Let's just cut to business and do make me another one of those cocktails you do but with more alcohol" quickly shoots back Lang as he makes his way behind Ellis' desk and takes a seat in his lucrative black leather chair. Lang, in a show of absolute power and the subsequent cockiness that comes with it, lifts his legs upward and places them on the table as Rivera reluctantly fixes him another cocktail. Lang looses his tie as Rivera places the newly prepared cocktail beverage next to him on the table. Lang immediately gulps it down while Rivera watches.

"So Mr. Lang, about the Ellis incident."

"Did the idiot really try to off himself?" shoots back Lang in a response that takes half a second to develop. "Jesus, I always thought Ellis was an idiot but….well this is just pathetic."

"Well, Mr. Lang, we all have our dark periods in our respective lives. Perhaps Mr. Ellis required a bit of assistance? Psychologically speaking of course."

"Psychologically speaking? What is he? A rape victim? The pussy just couldn't handle this job." Mr. Lang replies while placing his hands behind his head and staring into the numerous portraits in Ellis office, all of them highlighting momentous moments in EUW history. Lang continues with his vocal onslaught.

"You know, Mark, I remember the first time I met that little cunt. He came to the EUW Headquarters back in Bakersfield. All it took was one look and a couple of minutes of what I'd describe as a one sided conversation and I knew he couldn't handle this job. Thing is, I had to hire him considering he had many friends on the EUW Board of Directors. You should have seen their faces when the news came out."

Lang pauses for a second as he wildly smiles at the thought of the reactions of the Board of Directors. Rivera stands there, forced to be patient due to the immense power of someone of Mr. Lang's position. Lang snaps out of his blissful state and refocuses his eyes towards Rivera.

"Now that's all past news. Ellis is out and I need someone to take his place. More specifically, I need someone with balls. Someone who can keep these animals in check while keeping faggots like the PTC off our backs. I need someone who'll run a tight ship, who'll run this show as clean and slick as a Swiss watch. What I don't need is someone trying to turn this place into the future of Professional Wrestling and then having me come here to clean up his mess when he finally snaps out of his fantasy world and faces reality. Do you know how much I hate coming to fucking Colorado, Marky?"

"I'm assuming a lot, sir"

"More than a lot. I can't wait to get out of this place which I guess should mean I should stop yapping on about fixing shit and actually fix shit. Okay, Mark, I need someone to clean Ellis' mess. That old fart is gone and I need someone to stick out his neck here. You gotta a list of names with you, Rivera?"

“Not really, sir. I mean, there are undoubtfully a number of replacements but the thing is…..EUW’s new dangerous reputation has caused…”

“Any sane person to stay the fuck away from us? Yes, Marky boy, I’ve realized that which is why I need someone who has already danced with these animals here from before. Someone with experience. Someone….like you?”

Rivera’s face turns into shock as Lang continues to raise his arms up high, stretching himself a bit while studying Rivera’s reaction. Rivera stutters a bit in an attempt to respond and Lang scoffs in retaliation.

“Calm down, Marky. I didn’t say the job is yours. I just want to see your reaction, you think you still have it in you to run this place like a tight ship? Or did Ellis’ bullshit faggish influence get to you?”

“Well….Mr. Lang, I’m not sure you are aware of my past here. I was initially convicted of….”

“Stealing money from this place like a greedy little silver-spoon fed whore? Yeah, I know all about that. I was the one who wanted you in prison, Marky boy. Hell, I was pissed that you got acquitted. We’re not friends and I’m not doing you any favors but what I see is opportunity. You seem to have all the requirements of what we need in a general manager. You used to be too tough with these guys but your little road to redemption phase made you more lenient. Not to mention you know lots of these wrestlers from the past and I won’t need to fly down to fucking Colorado to interview a bunch of strangers ”

Rivera simply stands there, shocked. He clears his throat and loosens his tie as Scott Lang stands up and makes his way to Mark.

“Like I said Mark, it’s just an innocent suggestion. Just an idea in my head. Now why don’t you step out of my office, this is technically my office too by the way since I am the President of EUW, and make sure the show goes smoothly. I still have to come up with a list of possible replacements for the GM position”

Rivera makes his way to the door as Lang fixes himself another dosage of alcohol-heavy cocktails. Just as Rivera is about to leave, he turns to Lang and, suddenly losing his innocent stare, asks a question in a heavy voice tone.

“You really think you can trust me?”

“Don’t be ridiculously, Mark.” shoots back Lang without missing a beat. “I already have three top financial agents tracking your banking accounts and matching them with your salary here in EUW. If any red flags turn up, I won’t put you in prison. I’ll bury you in the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. “

The camera zooms away from the duo of Scott Lang and Mark Rivera and fixates itself on none other than the World Champion himself, Xplode. While a slight expression of nervousness is radiating off his face, Xplode still manages to walk straight through the endless cluster of busy staff workers with his world title around his shoulder. Xplode walks straightahead as everyone else moves out of his way. With time, Xplode finally makes it to the “WRESTLERS CAFETERIA” section of the Vengeance Dome. The room itself seems to be closed with the lights turned off. Xplode rudely yet characteristically springs open the door before flicking on the light. The room is dominated with three buffet tables. One on the left, one on the right, and one directly opposite to the door. The brown wooden table directly opposite the door seems to have two things of interest. An instant coffee-making machine is firmly on one end of the table while Chris Sabora is sitting on the other side of the table. Xplode reacts casually as he ignores Sabora and makes his way to the coffee machine as Sabora’s empty eyes follow him and stare at him.

“Do you not possess any hateful words to one of your greatest adversaries?” speaks Sabora as Xplode loudly scoffs while preparing his coffee.

“Greatest adversary? Oh please Chris, that Dante Holly kid was more challenging than you were in the ring.” harshly replies back Xplode.

“You and your acid tongue, Xplode. Unfortunately, your endless insults and curses never really helped much in our encounters, no?”

“I agree, Chris. I don’t need my tongue to defeat you. My fists are more than sufficient. Hell, I still remember how good it felt to bash your face in during our Pure Rules match a month or two ago. You remember that, Chris?”

“Perhaps.” replies Chris with the same emotionless expression his face while firmly sitting on top of the wooden table. “However, Xplode, I do vividly recall defeating you on more than one occasion. I even recall successfully neutralizing Jack Bull and you in the…”

“Oh don’t even begin waving your dick around, Chris” quickly interrupts Xplode just as his coffee is done. He picks it up and takes a sip before readjusting the World Title on his shoulder. “Don’t start with the whole “I beat you once in the past” bullshit. You could never handle me in the ring or the main event spotlight. That’s why you had your little hissyfit breakdown.”

“Oh Xplode, retract those claws of yours.” robotically replies Sabora with the same tone of voice since the beginning of this heated conversation. “Or wait, you will probably need the claws to gnaw at whatever’s left of your wrestling career.”

“Whatever’s left of my wrestling career? Have you not noticed the large piece of gold around my shoulder? It’s called a World Title, Chris. I’m the World Champion and you’re nothing but a weird little guy who likes to hurt himself and sit in the dark.”

Xplode raises the hot cup of coffee and takes a huge sip out of it while smiling. Sabora seems to continue to exist emotionlessly, not letting Xplode’s words get to him. Sabora doesn’t seem intent on letting Xplode get the last word in as he leans in closer while keeping his empty eyes fixated on Xplode.

“Dear old Xplode. Time truly doesn’t have an effect on one’s personality, does it? I see you’ve not changed one single bit. Maybe that’s the reason you’ve become the pilot of your own destruction. While I personally find you revolting at best, Xplode, I am too familiar with your tactics. You bark at your opponents, like a rabid dog. You bark and bark and bark and, most of the times, you’re able to back up those barks with bites but not tonight. Tonight, you bark but you don’t bite.”

‘No” replies Xplode while sipping on his coffee and intentionally adjusting his World Title on his shoulder so Sabora can see it clearly. “You’re wrong, Chris. Tonight, I walk out with my second successful title defense and with my brother finally rid of my life. You, on the other hand, are going to leave the arena in a straight jacket after Bull finishes kicking your ass and locking you in one.”

“My, my. I have to applaud your arrogance, Xplode. It is untainted even in the most delicate of situations. You are about to face your own brother in a match that risks both your World Title and Career in this business. You are about to spiral downwards from the mountain you spent so much time climbing and yet you continue to cling on to that macho bullshit of yours. I might be insane, Xplode, but I’m not conflicted about my personality. At least not anymore.”

Sabora’s eyes continues to emanate their emptiness as Xplode finishes his cup of coffee and tosses the cup away before getting closer to the seated Sabora.

“The mountain I spent so much time climbing, Chris? The mountain? I am the mountain. I’m not going anywhere, little Chris. Now why don’t you go find something flat and smash your face into it?”

Xplode lifts his World Title and dangles it in front of Sabora’s face before making his way towards the cafeteria’s door. Just as he reaches it, Sabora speaks up.

“You’re going to crash tonight, Xplode. You’re going to crash and you are going to burn and your filthy, disgusting, dirty legacy of crippling people with a sledgehammer and spreading the brand of corruption that you dare call Professional Wrestling will be over. Tonight, Xplode, you go down. For good. My only grievance is that I won’t be the one to plunge the figurative dagger into your heart”

Xplode takes one final look at Sabora before turning his head back at the door. A second of silence surfaces before Xplode turns off the lights and closes the door behind him, leaving the unpredictable Sabora alone in the dark cafeteria. Xplode navigates away as the camera does the same by navigating away from the EUW World Champion and, after a few twists and turns, finding its newest target. 415, formerly known as 415. The older Puzzo, who had opened the show by facing his brother in a grudge match, is shown walking aimlessly down the EUW Hallways.

Tucked nicely in his street clothes, it doesn’t take much for 415’s aimless walk to find a purpose as he encounters none other than Toby Hunter making his way out of his private locker room. One of Hunter’s biker buddies offers to go with him, in case Xplode or anyone else tries to jump him, but Hunter refuses and insists that he just wants to stretch his legs. As soon as Hunter begins walking away, 415 raises his left hand and waves at Hunter.

“Hello 415” swiftly speaks Hunter in retaliation to 415’s welcoming gesture.

“Hey Toby, I’m glad I caught up to you before your match. I never got the chance to wish you luck. So..uh….good luck.”

“Thanks, man.” shoots back Hunter as both 415 and Toby Hunter walk down the ridiculously busy hallways of the Vengeance Dome. “What about you? How did your match with Marcus go?”

“It was….ugh. Even though Marcus deserved every shot that I gave him, it still was hard doing that to my own brother. You think taking on Xplode tonight will be…..hard?”

Hunter clearly smiles at 415’s question as he and 415 continue to venture deeper and deeper into the endless traffic of EUW staff workers.

“Hard? Yeah, Xplode’s a tough son of a gun but I’m sensing that that’s not your question, right 415?” says Hunter before casually turning his head towards 415. “Whatever relationship between Xplode and I died a long time ago. It kinda amazes me how two brothers, two men with the same flesh and blood, can be so spiteful towards each other. So no, it’s not going to be hard emotionally to face my brother. It’s time we end this.”

“Ay, I hear you Toby. Like I said, good luck man.”

Both 415 and Hunter shake hands and go to depart when Hunter suddenly turns around and calls 415 back. With a great deal of respect and admiration in his eyes, 415 heads back towards Toby Hunter.

“415…..let me give you a little piece of advice. I know what happened between you and Marcus and, if you don’t mind me saying, Marcus seems to have gone over the edge. This business can turn the most innocent men into monsters. The thing I want to tell you is that he is still your brother. No matter how bad things end up, you two are still family. Don’t let your relationship with him end up like my relationship with Xplode.”

415 nods as Hunter pats him on the back and makes his way past him. The camera proceeds to switch to the inside of the Vengeance Dome, circling the still blood hungry fans before focusing on the adorable announcing duo of Creep and JJ.

[Immanuel Taylor]

JJ: And it seems there’s been a change in tonight’s schedule, Creepy. We were originally scheduled to have the Castillo-Laurel match as the third match of the night but it seems its slot has been moved forward. Instead, we’re going to have the Evan Black vs. Dante Holly match right now with the Laurel-Castillo match after it.

Creepy: Not much of a difference, JJ. Plus, I’ve been waiting to see this mini-feud between Black and Holly come to either an end or evolution. Black debuted two weeks ago as he took a seat next to JJ and me and announced the night. However, it seemed Black’s presence here in EUW disturbed the self-righteous Dante Holly who made it his personal mission to stop Black’s evil ways once and for all.

JJ: Evan Black has been with EUW a number of times and has proven to be a conflicted individual. I can’t pinpoint whether he’s a “good guy” or a “bad guy” but he surely is someone who’ll do anything to accomplish his goals. I guess that puts him in a gray area which is hardly a showing of “true evil”. Then again, this is Dante Holly we are talking about. A vigilante kid who wears a superhero costume to the ring and chases after “villains”.

Creep: Well, JJ, while Holly is by far one of the weirdest EUW wrestlers, he was able to knock out Evan Black in the Six Pack Challenge which allowed Laurel to sneak in and get the pinfall. Black must be furious and outraged at Holly and tonight’s the perfect chance for retribution. Let’s cut to Johnny boy in the ring!

On cue, the camera swirls around and zooms in on the clean-cut, sharp dressed John Walt who seems to be firmly positioned in the middle of the ring.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be regulated under the customary conditions of singles action. Introducing first…..

"Psycho" by Puddle of Mudd hits the sound system and Evan Black walks out to a huge ovation. He is wearing black tights and a EUW t-shirt. He walks down to the ring and jumps in quickly, climbing the top ropes and throwing the shirt into the crowd. He jumps off and turns to the center of the ring where he stares at the entrance stage, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

John Walt: Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds and standing six foot zero. Hailing from Seattle, Washington, he is none other than the one and only Evan Black!

Black stands emotionless, ye obviously energized, as he stares with calculated animosity at the entrance stage awaiting for the man who has been relentlessly, and not to mention illogically, pursuing him for the past two weeks. Black gently massages the back of his neck as the opening of “Four Minutes” begins to play. The camera shifts to outside and a big D is in the air.

John Walt: And his opponent, weighing in at one hundred and sixty five pounds and standing five foot ten inches. He is none other than EUW’s superhero, Dante Holly!

Out of nowhere from the light cast by the D appears a man who looks at the camera and breaks into a sprint into the arena. As the intro of the song finishes, the man appears to have made it to the stage but nothing actually appears on the entrance stage. Confusion and irritation shows on Black’s face as Holly suddenly appears on the turnbuckle behind Black. “Prepare for justice, vile evildoer!” [ /i] shrieks Holly before leaping off the turnbuckle and torpedoing himself towards the turning Evan Black who turns around just in time to get hit with a flying cross body.

The ring bell rings as John Walt rushes outside of the ring. Holly sits on top of Evan Black and begins poking him in the face. Black grabs his finger and uses his legs to throw him off. Holly lands on his back but quickly gets back on his feet. Evan Black, however, is two steps ahead of him and as such goes for a lightning-fast kick to the face. Holly surprisingly ducks it while screaming “Ha!” . Black spits on the ground and spins in the air, going for a dangerously decapitating roundhouse kick. Holly once again surprises everyone as he drops to the ground, ducking the move, before rising back up and screaming “Ha!” at Black. Evan gives him the middle finger and Holly charges straight at him which ends up with Evan sidestepping him before grabbing him by his cape and flinging him towards the ropes.

With his cape being torn off in the process, Holly flies towards the ropes and bounces off them before propelling backwards to an awaiting Black. The former Pure champion knees Holly in the gut before wrapping his cape around his neck and choking him with it. “I’ve got some justice for your ass” whispers Black as he pulls the cape tighter around Holly’s neck. Dante squirms as he thrashes his arms around while the referee quickly intervenes and orders Black to stop choking Holly. After a few seconds of resistance, Black complies and lets go of the cape. The referee picks it up and throws it out of the ring as Holly holds his neck in pain and slowly rises up.

“Curse the pharaoh!” whispers Holly as he makes it up to his feet. As soon as he does so, Black kicks his left knee causing Holly to fall down to one knee. Black then kicks the other knee, forcing Holly to get down to his knees. With Holly down on his knees, Black finishes him off with a sickening kick to the back of his head.

JJ: Ugh!

Creepy: An appropriate reaction, Double J. I once took a kick from Evan Black. That man’s legs are like scissors. They’re sharp and fast as hell.

Holly’s head jerks forward as his face gets implanted in the ground. His left leg shakes violently as Black kicks him over before placing a foot on his chest, signifying a pinfall attempt. The referee gets in position.

One…..Two….Thr- Holly screams in the air as he pulls Black’s leg away. Black slightly trips while Holly springs to his feet and puffs his chest. Black goes for a quick kick but Holly ducks it, turns Black around, and irish whips him to the ropes. Dante then beats his own chests, a chest puff to be more precise, as Black returns to him from the ropes. As Black is closing in, Holly puffs his chest and goes to knock Black down with a standing body block. This backfires on the ambitious Dante Holly as Black crashes into him and ends up knocking him to the ground. Black shakes off the effects of the crash as Holly attempts to rise back to his feet. As soon as Holly does so, Black knees him in the face. Holly intercepts the knee, however, and begins tickling Evan’s crotch. Black reacts with extreme shock as he backs away and, unfortunately, ends up tripping and falling on his back.

Black, more confused than hurt, stays on his back for a bit before leaping back on his feet. As soon as he does so, Dante leaps forward and claps Black’s ears. Black screams “You little shit” as he stumbles backwards. Holly pulls off another ear clap and then follows it up with another ear clap. The third causes Black to lean on the ropes which Dante follows up with an irish whip. Black runs to the ropes but counters by jumping on them and then leaping backwards with his finisher, The Emerald City Special II. As he soars in the air and goes to take out Dante with a kick, Dante yells “FALCON PUNCH!” and jumps in the air towards the incoming Black.

JJ: Uh….Creepy….

Creep: I see it, JJ. I fucking see it!

Time freezes as both Black is leaping backwards with a kick while Dante is soaring towards him with a directed punch. Realism is thrown out of the window as Dante’s fist collides with Black’s stomach while Black’s foot misses Dante’s head by a couple of inches. Black falls to the ground and holds his gut in pain as Dante rolls on his back and strikes a superhero pose. Black, now on his knees, holds his gut in pain while yelling “little piece of cocksucking shit….”

Suddenly, Dante points a finger towards him and yells “Cease your incessant cursing, vile Black!” before charging forward and nailing the Marvel Kick on Black. Dante follows up with a pinfall.

One…..Two….Three!

JJ: Creep….is it truly unqiue that Dante manages to always perplex us in every match he participates in?

Creep: No, JJ. With Dante, everything is perplexing but it seems the boy pulled off a victory here! Congrats to Dante.

JJ: And it seems his quest for victory has been accomplished. Speaking about accomplishing victories, we are actually going to cut right next to the Castillo/Laurel match right now!

The camera pans to the ring, where John Walt is standing firmly while Evan Black is being escorted backstage.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it will be contested under regular regulations. Introducing first….

"Psychosis" blasts out of the speakers, and Eddie Laurel steps out, accompanied by Jedediah King, and walks smartly to the ring. In contrast to his calm demeanour, Jed is playing to the crowd, high fiving people and jumping around. It seems as though Jed is more naturally comfortable with this activity, whereas Eddie seems to prefer being more straight-laced. While he is waiting for Jed, Eddie climbs into the ring and removes his jacket, and rolls up his shirt sleeves. Before long, Jed climbs into the ring, and he brings Eddie over to the middle of the stage where they both take a bow.

John Walt: …weighing in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds and standing six foot one. Hailing from parts unknown, he is Eddie Laurel!

"Little Cream Soda" by The White Stripes comes on over the P.A. system as the arena fades to black. White strobes begin to flash in three second intervals as Castillo steps outs from the backstage area. And raises his right arm into the air with a closed fist.

John Walt: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and twenty one pounds and standing six foot one. Hailing from Cornwall, Prince Edwards Island, he is none other than Gio Castillo!

The crowd erupts into cheers as the Castillo's smile and casually makes their way to the ring, as the crowd continues to cheer heavily. The arena goes completely black just before Gio reaches the ring. All of a sudden, the lights kick back on and Vince stands in the middle of the ring, with his arms twisted to the right side of his hip pointing towards Gio who is posing on the turnbuckle with another right arm high in the air.

JJ: Gio Castillo may be the new kid on the block but he's already made an enemy, Eddie Laurel who is coming off a big victory following the six pack challenge. Not before making a move on Castillo's fiance, I'm already seeing some negative vibes among these two, I think were in for a dark horse match tonight.

The Creep: Dark horse? Giovanni came to the EUW thinking he was hot shit showing off his money and girl but Marcus sent him back to reality two weeks ago. Until he wins a match, Gio is a bum. Eddie Laurel completely outclasses the rook, nothing to see here folks.

JJ: C'Mon Creep, Gio has a major size advantage over Laurel. You can't deny that.

The Creep: This isn't a professional basketball match double J. Laurel has the experience and the victories to back him up? What does Gio have? SQUAT!!! Let's get this massacre over with.

Gio Castillo stands anxious in his ring corner. Tori stands on the apron speaking to Gio while Laurel stands in the center of the ring taunting Gio to hurry up. Gio throws a taunt back at Eddie by grabbing Tori and giving her a big fat kiss on the lips just to rub it in on Laurel who is slightly irritated but doesn't seem phased and he crosses his arms.

Gio leaves the corner while Tori walks carefully down the steps and back onto the ring floor staring at her boyfriend and whistling/cheering him on. Gio hops around the ring shadow boxing, he yells at Laurel telling him that "she's mine". Laurel moves around the ring keeping his eye on Gio who is pumped for his fight. The ref rings the bell and Gio comes out guns blazing with multiple left and right punches, the crowd is roaring in excitement cheering both men on.

JJ: And were off to the races, wow this crowd is going wild.

The Creep: Waste of oxygen if you ask me.

Gio Castillo continues to overpower Eddie Laurel forcing him into one of the ring corners where he mounts several punches to the head and a few swift kicks to the chest of Laurel who is still standing up. He then follows those up with a few hard shoulder thrusts into the chest of Laurel who coughs up spit and air from each hit. He nails Laurel with two more shoulder thrusts to the chest before stopping the onslaught. Laurel is barely hanging on by the ropes.

JJ: Looks like your champion is the one being massacred eh Creep?

Gio stops the attacks and lifts up the limp Eddie Laurel and places him on the top turnbuckle. Gio climbs the top and is about to put Laurel in a headlock and prepare for a body slam but Laurel fights back and shoves Gio off the turnbuckle and back onto his feet. Gio is still standing but Eddie responds leaping off the turnbuckle toward Gio trying to nail a cross-body but Gio catches him in midair, the crowd goes wild and Gio shows off to his girlfriend but Eddie lands a few elbows on Gio causing him to flinch. Laurel breaks free of Gio and returns to his feet, he runs toward the ropes bouncing off them but Gio is ready to respond with a vicious clothesline, but Laurel ducks in a nick of time picking up speed bouncing off the opposite ropes he leaps off the ropes and this time he nails a perfect cross-body catching Gio off guard and slamming him on his back. Laurel tries to hook the leg, 1..Gio kicks out just as the ref slaps the mat for the second time. The crowd is still in a frenzy.

The Creep: Laurel has the moves of a ninja double J.

JJ: This match is already off to an intense start.

Gio shoves Laurel off him nearly causing him to roll backwards and Gio get's up his face is beat red and he slaps the ropes in frustration and swears at Laurel who seems to love the attention, he gives Gio a cocky smirk. Gio is pissed and he goes on the attack charging at Laurel full blast trying to hit him with an left hook but Laurel ducks casually and gives Gio a swift kick to the right ankle, Gio nearly falls on his knee in pain but he stays up. Gio tries another hook but Laurel once again dodges his attack with ease and kicking him in the right ankle once again.

Gio falls down on one knee from the pain and Laurel tries to exploit this moment of weakness by bouncing off the ropes but Gio immediately gets up and runs toward the ropes just as Laurel starts to bounce off them and he throws his body at Laurel causing both men to flip over the ropes and land on the ring floor taking eachother out.

The crowd is cheering both men on as they lay on the floor. Tori looks on in fear while the ref starts up the ten count. Both men roll across the floor exchanging punches while a few fans on the barrier scream at the two like fanatics, someone yells "TAKE YOUR TOP OFF TORI!" from the audience.

JJ: Gio maybe a rookie but this feud he's got himself into with Eddie Laurel is crazy. You get the feeling that these two have been at it for months.

The Creep: Oh! Did you say something? I just want Tori to take her top off, I wasn't paying attention.

Gio gains the advantage poking Laurel in the eye. Gio returns to his feet, the ref is at 4 on the count, he grabs Laurel by the head and slams his face into the black barrier nearly knocking him out, he grabs Laurel by the neck and pins him to the barrier choking him for a few seconds while Tori tries to stop him, punching Laurel in the back and trying to shake him off, but Gio is unresponsive. The ref is at 7 and Gio drags Eddie toward the apron while the fans boo Gio for his actions.

Gio rolls Laurel back into the ring and casually enters the ring just when the ref reaches 9. Gio pulls Laurel back up and puts him into a headlock. Gio tightens the hold and Eddie's face starts to turn red. Laurel gives Gio a few elbows to the stomach, Gio flinches but he maintains the hold. Laurel continues to chip away with the elbows to the stomach and Gio slowly loses his hold over Eddie but just as Eddie is about to break the hold Gio punches Laurel in the back and follows that up with a hard irish whip sending Laurel into a turnbuckle so hard that he nearly flips backwards over the top. Laurel doesn't have enough time to realize what happened because Gio follows that up by charging toward the turnbuckle and slamming his back into the chest of Laurel sandwiching him and imprinting his face into the top turnbuckle. The crowd let's out a chorus of ooooooh's.

JJ: WHOA, EDDIE BETTER GET HIS HEAD EXAMINED AFTER THAT ONE!!!

Eddie stumbles out to the center of the ring and Gio is ready and waiting. He stands behind Laurel picks him up and slams him into the mat with a sidewalk slam. Gio hooks the leg going for a three count, 1..2..Laurel kicks out just in a nick of time to the delight of the audience.

The Creep: THIS IS ****SHIT DOUBLE J. Gio cheated there with that eye gouge. He should have been tossed on sight.

JJ: That was a dirty move there but Gio is pulling out some very good moves at the moment, he's in the drivers seat.

The Creep: That's easy to do great moves when your opponent is blind on the count of his ****ING EYE BEING GOUGED.

JJ: Hey didn't you pull a few dirty tricks in your heyday Creep?

The Creep: I was doing it to fight fire with fire double J. This Gio punk just used it to get a quick advantage.

Gio pulls Laurel up only to knock him on his back with a vicious european uppercut. Laurel lays on the mat motionless while Tori looks on worried about her future husband and Eddie's health. Gio taunts Laurel tapping his face with his boot telling him to get up, the crowd turns on Gio booing him, Gio kicks Laurel in the ribs and begins to stomp on him while he rolls and crawls on the mat dazed from the beating.

Gio does a falling knee on the left achilles heel of Laurel who flops around the ring screaming in pain. He gives Laurel another falling knee to the left achilles heel and follows that up immediately establishing the sharpshooter. Laurel struggles trying to break the hold early but Gio locks the hold and bends Eddie's legs who is screaming in pain.

JJ: HE'S GOT LAUREL IN THE SHARPSHOOTER!!!

Gio's face turns red with anger as he tries to maintain the hold while Laurel flops around desperately trying to grab the ropes. The ref checks on Eddie if he wants to submit and Laurel screams "NOOOOOOO!!!", he starts to bite his hands from the pain while Gio shakes his head violently trying to get Eddie to submit. The crowd starts to chant Eddie's name.

The Creep: C'MON EDDIE, DON'T LET THIS PUNK SUBMIT YOU!!!

Eddie is trying to crawl to the nearest rope standing on his hands, he makes some progress but Gio pulls Laurel back a bit maintaining the hold. Eddie is flopping around the ring violently trying to relieve the pain, he makes one last push toward the ropes, he shakes his body in all directions trying to grab the ropes, he uses his arms and body to leap toward the ropes he grabs the ropes screaming in pain.

The ref tells Gio to break the hold but Gio ignores him applying more pressure, the ref starts a five count and Gio breaks the hold in frustration after the third count. Laurel hugs the bottom ropes in relief while Gio glides his hands through his hair angry that he couldn't make Eddie submit and he walks around the ring trying to let off some steam.

JJ: Wow, what a match!!!

The Creep: That is what I call, the heart of a warrior. Eddie will never surrender.

The crowd chants Eddie's as he starts to get up while Gio stands in the opposite corner his eyes watching him like a heatseaking missile. Tori stands ringside nervous while Eddie uses the turnbuckle and ropes to pull himself back to his feet, he looks at the top turnbuckle and turns around, Gio rushes toward Eddie trying to finish him off with a spear but Eddie literally dives out of the way and Gio nails the ref with a spear knocking the ref out cold.

The Creep: Talk about friendly fire.

Gio can't believe what he just did and he looks at the unconscious ref with regret, Eddie clibs the top turnbuckle while Gio checks on the ref who is completely motionless.

JJ: Gio decapitated the ref there. How will this match continue.

The Creep: SUPER STREET FIGHTER IV!!! THAT'S HOW!!!

Gio turns around and Eddie leaps off the turnbuckle nailing a perfect missile dropkick. Gio falls backwards and his head hits the mat like a basketball, the crowd is in frenzy and Eddie, not realizing what just happened hooks the leg awaiting the three count, he looks around the ring in frustration while the crowd boos.

The Creep: THIS MATCH IS RIGGED I TELL YOU, EDDIE SHOULD BE CELEBRATING HIS VICTORY RIGHT NOW!!!

JJ: Looks like another ref is coming.

A second ref runs down the ramp while the crowd cheers him on, medical personnel trail behind him to check on the other ref. The new ref slides into the ring and immediately starts the three count, 1..2..Gio kicks out after the second count, the crowd is angry and they throw a wall of boos at the ref, Eddie immediately gets up and starts yelling at the new ref and both men exhange saliva yelling at eachother.

The Creep: Eddie should sue the EUW if this ends up costing him tonight.

JJ: C'Mon Creep, it wasn't the company's fault that Gio took out the ref.

The Creep: Don't you find it odd that the second ref came out late?

JJ: Yeah, and there's a second gunmen in the audience, give me a break Creep.

Eddie stops arguing with the ref and he turns his attention to the downed Gio. The medical crew has the old ref in a stretcher and they are hauling him up the ramp. The crowd gives the ref a standing ovation as he is pushed up the ramp, completely ignoring the match for a split second. Eddie stalks the rising Gio Castillo, who makes it up to his feet in a few seconds before turning around to face a running Laurel, who nails a running enziguiri. Castillo falls back-first as Laurel rushes and leaps on top of the turnbuckle. With uttermost ferocity, he nails his finisher The Danse Russe and covers for the pinfall.

One….Two….Three!

“Psychosis” blares through the speakers as Laurel rises up to his feet and lifts his hands in victory.

JJ: Wow. Looks like Laurel remains undefeated. I have to admit….I’m liking the new Laurel.

Creep: Agreed, ever since he defeated TITAN at Zero Tolerance, and nearly got killed in the process, he’s been a changed man. Near-death experience helped much?

JJ: That actually makes sense, Creepy. It actually makes sense. Maybe facing the cold hand of death, and escaping from it of course, has turned Laurel into a motivated wrestler. I guess he should…uh….thank TITAN?

Creep: Yeah, I doubt that’s going to happen JJ. I really find it hard to believe a victim would thank his would-be-murderer for nearly killing him on live television.

The camera refocuses on the entrance ramp where Laurel and Jed are raising their hands in union and pride. They eventually make their way backstage as the camera cuts away.

[Immanuel Taylor]

After a lengthy commercial, highlighting this year’s hottest (and therefore most expensive) products, we finally find ourselves back in the realms of EUW Programming with none other than Marcus Puzzo, the younger and dangerously ambitious Puzzo, swiftly grazing the halls of EUW in search of something. He walks by EUW President Scott Lang, who fails to even notice Marcus Puzzo, before coming into contact with none other than Mark Rivera

Before Marcus can even mutter a word, Rivera tilts his head sideways and signals to the staircase. Marcus nods before stopping as Rivera himself strolls and makes his way towards and into the staircase. Marcus waits for two minutes as the endless cluster of faceless EUW employees and backstage workers zig zag beyond each other and past the nubile Marcus Puzzo. As soon as Marcus’ self-appointed time period ends, he takes another route to the staircase. A longer yet more inconspicuous one. Marcus arrives in the dark yet adequately visible staircase and stands next to Rivera, who seems to be leaning over the guardrail.

“How did your match against your brother go, young Marcus?”

“Could have gone better, Mr. Rivera.”

“Splendid” swiftly replies Rivera as both men find themselves in a moment of silence. There’s undoubtedly a great sense of importance here, the only problem is that it’s too important to not be vague about. After continous seconds of silence, Marcus finally speaks up.

“So….uh…..about the Ellis job. How did I do?”

“You tell me, young Marcus. The police aren’t suspecting any foul play because there were no signs of intrusions. How did you manage that by the way?”

“Heh, he actually left his front door unlocked. He looked really exhausted coming home, must have forgot to lock it once he got in.”

“How typical.” replies Mark. “Mr. Ellis is a good man but with pureness comes naivety. Mix that with someone of Ellis’ position, or should I say former position, and you’ve got a lethal mixture. And I suppose you opened window yourself and threw him out?”

“Window was half-open, Mr. Rivera. All I had to was grab him from his bed, knock him out with a sleeper hold, and then simply toss him out of the window. The apartment complex he was in didn’t have any security cameras, just like you told me.”

“It was a simple job, Marcus. And you did well. I played my role in this and covered it up as a suicide attempt. Mostly everyone believes it.”

“And the ones who don’t?” asks Marcus in a worried tone as he twists his head sideways and eyes Rivera, who hasn’t even initiated eye contact so far.

“They’re too insignificant to cause damage.”

“Oh ok. So we’re in the clear, right? What about you? Are you General Manager now? So you can fulfill my end of the deal and make me a main eventer, right? And don’t forget about the title shot you also promised me.” says Marcus, bombarding Rivera with an array of questions. Rivera smiles and places his hand on Marcus’ shoulder before squeezing it.

“Politics plays a key role in the realm of Professional Wrestling, young Marcus. All you have to do now is have patience and not worry about my position here. You did right by me and, in near and really short time depending on the engines here in EUW, I will repay you by fulfilling your dreams, Marcus.”

With his final statement, Rivera makes his way up the stairs. The criminally guilty Marcus, still a bit cynical and suspicious, decides to follow Rivera’s advice and wait for Rivera to do right by him. With Rivera already gone on the upper staircase, Marcus goes down the downward staircase. With both men separated from each other, the camera cuts away to the announcing table inside the Vengeance Dome.


JJ: Well, as we take this break, we've gotten video of something very bizarre that occurred before the show today.

Creep: Yeah, I got to see this before coming out here and snapped a few cell phone pictures, it was hilarious!

Up on Vengance-tron, the EUW logo spun before fading in to the scene of backstage. The camera man walked down the hallway, accompanied by someone with a headset, most likely a sound technician. As they walked, he spoke to the camera, telling the tale of what happened in bewilderment.

Sound Tech: So, I came in early to check on all the microphones for the show tonight, and as I put the key in the lock to open the door, I noticed it was already partially open. Now, that was weird in and of itself because I never forget to lock this thing. The equipment in here is worth more than my life! But then, as I pulled open the door...

Just as he was about to tell the camera man what happened, he was able to see for himself, as they came upon a doorway with a hundred mugs spilled out of the room and laying in the hallway. The crowd began to stir loudly, some laughing and others speaking to one another about the puzzling picture of what's before them. The sound tech picked up one of the glasses and brought it up to the lens for a closer inspection, and in the bottom was just a ring of froth.

Sound Tech: The entire room was filled with these! All of them empty or with barely a drop left! And whatever they were full of is sticky, like a strange honey ale. EUW Headquarters would have my head over this so I had to get you over her and show you! When I came in, this is how the room was.

With that said, the camera man threw the mug in to the pile and stood there shaking his head at the mess as the scene faded out.

JJ: Yup, definitely bizarre, Creepy. Your thoughts?

Creep: Believe me, JJ, I'm just as clueless as you are when it comes to a room full of mugs. However, since we're on the subject of bizarreness it's time for the Straightjacket Match!

JJ: Bull and Sabora's intensely personal feud began during the first ever council meeting when both men nearly came to blows after Bull called Sabora out on his mental state. Bull was able to get an amazing victory over Sabora on Zero Tolerance in Sabora's specialty match, The Pure Rules contest, and tonight Sabora gets his chance at revenge…..with a twist.

Creep: Yup, basically, the twist is that Bull gets to pick tonight's match and he took the liberty to pick a Straightjacket Match which, in the views of many people, is exactly what Sabora should be in right now.

JJ: Sabora's behavior has been downright weird and unusual ever since his mental breakdown a while back. From meditating on rooftops to sitting biting off a small chunk of Hunter's left cheek during a match, Sabora has been all but stable. The thing is, Sabora is still a mastermind in the ring. Will he adapt to the strange rules of a Straightjacket match? Or will Bull get another victory over Sabora? Let's find out! Take it from here, Johnny Walt!

The camera pulls off a 180 degree turn before zooming in on John Walt in the middle of the ring.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Straightjacket Match. The rules are simple. There will be no disqualifications or count outs and the goal of the match is divided into two parts. The first part consists of securing a pinfall or submission over your opponent. If and once you’ve done so, then the second part will be to take your opponent and placing him in a Straightjacket. The straightjacket will be present beside the ring bell on a stand designed especially to hold one.

The camera twirls around to the ring bell where a hanger is placed next to it with the chalk white straightjacket hanging from it. On the back of the chalk white straightjacket lies three initials in black noticeable writing. E U W The camera then swirls towards the titantron where explosions begin to pound randomly all over the stage area as golden sparks shoot out in front of the entrance curtain. "Bleed for Me" by Saliva begins to play around the arena as the fans in attendance instantly start become loud vocally. A fog machine begins to spew out a thick layer of mist as the music continues to play its ominous rhythm.

John Walt: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds and standing six foot three. Hailing from Los Angeles, California, he is “The Machine” Chris Sabora!

Walking through the darkness of the entrance area, Chris Sabora comes into view. He is wearing a black hooded sweat shirt with the hood draped over his head, partially covering his face. The sleeves of the hoodie are cut off, exposing his fully tattooed arms. Chris stands on the stage a brief moment, scanning the fans around him as they hail him with a mixture of boos.

The Creep: And here comes Captain Crazy!

JJ: I’d normally tell you not to call someone that but considering the fact that Sabora should be in a mental institution and not in a wrestling ring….well, I’m not going to argue with you about the Captain Crazy comment.

Creep: You couldn’t have just said “Right on, Brother!” ?

JJ: Right on, brother!


Chris Sabora slowly starts to walk down the ramp way towards the ring. He is almost smirking as he methodically continues forward, finally reaching the ring side area. He puts one black boot upon the bottom metal stair and once again turns to the fans. After soaking up the responses from the fans, Chris makes his way up the metal stairs and through the ropes.. entering the ring. He stops in the center of the ring, only to slowly raise only his right arm into the air. Behind him, golden showers of fireworks emit. As his theme song dies down, Chris slowly backs up to the ropes behind him, nodding at the referee that he is ready.

The arena goes deathly dark then suddenly the crowd erupts as the first sounds of 'Spitfire' by the prodigy blasts through the speakers and the big screen lights up with images of Jack Bull. As the drum intro loudly slaps into the main bass line the stage explodes with a burst of pyros and lights. The main lights return as Jack Bull comes bursting out from the back to a renewed chorus of cheers.

John Walt: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds and standing six foot zero. Hailing from Colchester, England, he is Jack Bull!

As Bull comes down the ramp he tags the fans and makes his way to the ring, scaling the outside of one of the corners to give the fans his ‘Horns Of The Bull’ sign. Sabora simply scans him. Jumping down into the ring, Sabora then proceeds to each corner in turn to deliver the sign and to gesture to the crowd to raise the noise level before hopping back down and immediately getting in Sabora’s face. The referee separates both men before clearly and slowly explaining the rules to both of them. He then backs off as the ring bell emanates. Bull immediately charges forward and nails Sabora with a clothesline, causing the former World champion to fall back down on his feet. Sabora reacts robotically yet swiftly by raising his left leg and kicking Bull’s knee thus causing The Bull to fall down to one knee and allowing Sabora to rise back to his feet.

Bull recuperates faster and gets back on his feet before jumping up and pulling off a dropkick, causing Sabora to fall back to the ropes and bounce off them. Sabora uses this to his advantage by propelling himself towards Bull and nailing a kick to the midsection before following it up with a neckbreaker. With Bull grounded, Sabora immediately goes for his trademark submission offense and locks in a tight arm bar. Bull immediately uses his toughness to fight through the pain and get back on his feet. As soon as he makes it back up on his feet, Sabora lets go of the lock and leg sweeps Bull. Falling backfirst, Jack ends up staring upwards at the ceiling as Sabora grabs his legs and locks in a Sharpshooter out of nowhere. Bull finds himself ensnared.

JJ: Sabora may have been out of action for the past three weeks but it seems he hasn’t lost a step or two at all

Creep: Sabora is a weird guy but you have to admit he knows how to dance in the ring.

Sabora seems absolutely steadfast in persisting with his submission maneuver as he doesn’t allow Bull the slightest chance of escape. Bull’s face slightly reddens as he uses his hands to lift himself a couple of inches off the ground. Bull then attempts to swiftly twist his body around in hopes of causing Sabora to twirl around too. This slightly works as Sabora is knocked off balance but The Machine quickly shifts to Plan B and locks in an Ankle lock. Bull responds by using his free leg to repeatedly kick Sabora in the face. The Machine retaliates by significantly strengthening his hold on Bull’s compressed ankle and then rolling to his stomach which also results in Bull being rolled onto his too. Sabora then expertly converts the ankle lock into a Cloverleaf as Bull finds himself in submission hell.

Sabora shows zero emotion as his arms are seamlessly locked around Bull’s muscular legs. Sabora leans backward even more, imbuing Bull with more and more pain. The Bull punches the mat with his fists before taking several deep breaths and then bending himself backwards. He reaches with his arms to the back of Sabora’s head as he continues twisting his back backwards during the cloverleaf submission maneuver. Since Sabora is also leaning backwards in order to maximize the pain, Bull is able to bite through the horrid pain and jam his fingers into Sabora’s neck. This surprises Sabora and forces him to loosen the hold which allows Bull to kickstart his muscular legs and break free of Sabora’s hold. Amidst the tangled chaos, Bull uses his now-freed legs to kick Sabora in the face. The Machine stumbles backwards while holding his nose in pain as Bull gets up on his knees. Sabora charges forward but Bull greets him with a Spinning Spinebuster.

With Sabora now on the mat, Bull grabs him by the throat and lifts him up before elbowing him in the face. Bull shows zero tolerance as he relentlessly jabs and punches Sabora in the face and abdomen area. Sabora counters some of the moves by moving his head away but Bull’s boxing experience keeps The Bull on the offensive. Eventually, Bull gets Sabora in the corner and increases his fist output by becoming faster and stricter with his fists. Sabora replies by chopping Bull across the face to which Bull replies with a knee to the groin before following it up with an elbow to the back of the head. Sabora falls to his knees as Bull grabs him by his ears but Chris suddenly bites Bull’s thigh.

Creep: Ha! Quick thinking by Sabora there.

JJ: Looks like this match has quickly mutated from a technical dance to a brutal fist-fight. Both men are literally smashing their fists into each other.

Bull pushes Sabora’s head away as he holds his thigh in pain. Sabora hops back on his feet before going for a Roundhouse kick to which Bull intercepts it by literally grabbing his leg mid-way through the move and dragging him across the ring. Once at a corner, Bull grabs Sabora’s other leg and slingshots The Machine into the corner. Sabora crashes face-first and groggily stumbles backwards as Bull runs across the ropes, rebounds off them, and goes for The BullCharge. Sabora sidesteps out of the way as Bull ends up charging into the ropes. As soon as he collides and rebounds off the ropes, Sabora charges and pulls off a running straight kick to the back of Bull’s head thus causing him to tip over the ropes and fall face-first into the ring apron before falling back-first on the mat outside.

Sabora doesn’t back off as he leaps over the ropes and lands on the ring apron with his feet. Bull is able to get in time and grab Sabora’s ankles before pulling them causing the Former World Champion to fall face-first onto the ring apron. Bull then grabs Sabora by his ears and drags him towards the steel steps where he proceeds to grab Sabora’s head and brutally smash it into the steel steps. Sabora’s head bounces off as the World Champion doesn’t move for a couple of seconds. Bull approaches his body but Sabora suddenly rises up and jabs Bull in the groin. Bull stumbles backwards as Sabora grabs his head and returns the favor by smashing it into the crowd barrier. Bull hits his head hard and ends up stumbling away as Sabora grabs Bull’s head and charges forward before slamming it into the announcers table.

Sabora goes to smash it one more time but Bull blocks it before elbowing him in the face. Sabora backs off in a fit of painful confusion as Bull grabs Creep’s beer glass and smashes it into Sabora’s face.

Creep: My beer glass! Bull just smashed it into Sabora’s face!

JJ: What the hell? These two are literally killing each other.

Sabora doesn’t even scream as he simply holds the left side of his face and pulls out the glass shards. The right side seems to be untouched. Nonetheless, this causes Sabora to stand there as he attempts to process the pain. Bull, taking advantage of the opportunity, leaps forward to the Straightjacket hanger. He takes off the straight jacket and throws it away before picking up the tall cylinder hanger and wielding it like a sword. He then proceeds to swing it at Sabora’s head. The Machine ducks and Bull hits air. Sabora gets behind Bull and drives him face-first into the steel post before wrapping his arms around Bull’s waists and pulls off a German Suplex. Sabora follows up by picking up Bull and rolling him into the ring. Sabora is about to follow him inside when he notices the tall cylinder hanger that Bull almost decapitated his head with. Sabora grabs it and rolls into the ring.

Just as Bull is about to make it up to his feet, Sabora raises the tall metal cylinder hanger and slams it down Bull’s back. Jack yells in sudden pain as Sabora’s blank face continues to exist. The Machine melancholy and robotically raises the metal cylinder hanger and then slams it into Bull’s waist as Bull gets up. Jack, however, reacts quickly as he keeps his arm around the metal cylinder hangar under his waist before pulling it closer to him. Due to Bull’s fighting and boxing experience, he is able to put in an extra measure of force and end up pulling the metal cylinder away from Sabora and simultaneously cause Sabora to fall down to his knees. Bull then swiftly repositions the metal cylinder in his hands before slamming it across Sabora’s head. The Machine falls face-first and ceases to move. Bull drops the metal cylinder and goes for the pinfall.

One……

Two….

Thre- last second kickout by Sabora. Bull throws the metal cylinder away and goes to a corner to rethink his strategy. He decides to cut the crap and bring in the straightjacket. He unbuckles the restraints of the straightjacket before placing it at the corner; he then proceeds to stalk the rising Sabora. As soon as Sabora is able to make it up to his feet, Bull charges with uttermost ferocity and goes to put him down for good with the Bullcharge. Sabora, however, seemed to have grabbed a hold of the metal cylinder and as soon as Bull gets close enough, Sabora falls to his knees and swings at Bull’s left ankle. He strikes and the Bull ends up crashing down to the ground.

JJ: Ah! Bull’s ankle was just taken out by Sabora and that metal cylinder thingy those two men have been using to kill each other

Creep: That was really cool though. Sabora pulled kinda of a ninja-style move there with the cylinder. You know, samurai shit and all.

JJ: Samurai shit? You watch too many movies, Creepy

Sabora drops the metal cylinder and kicks it out of the ring as Bull holds his left ankle in complete agony and pain. Sabora squats down and watches Bull’s suffering in complete emotionless sight. Bull suddenly yells “You son of a bitch” and attempts to get back up. His left ankle is completely and grotesquely twisted and damaged as uses his remaining strength to get back up on one leg before suddenly leaping and pulling off a clothesline. Sabora gets hit hard but is able to roll away as Bull jumps back up on his feet. However, due to the left ankle, he ends up yelling in pain and falls down to his knees. The second he does so, Sabora leaps up and grabs Bull’s head on his way down, nailing the Maximum Overdrive. Sabora goes for the pinfall.

One….Two…..Three!

Bull is able to kickout two seconds after the third count. Sabora doesn’t waste time in grabbing the already loosened straightjacket and going to strap Bull in it. Sabora is able to get one arm in when Bull elbows Sabora real hard in the nose. Sabora falls back and holds his recently broken nose, along with the side of his face that was cut by the beer glass. Sabora’s face is both cut up and bruised as Bull’s left ankle is destroyed. Both men, Bull and Sabora, have hated each other to the point that they are willing to literally murder each other in tonight’s match.

Bull attempts to get back up on his feet but cannot seem to fathom the incredible pain of his left ankle, which stops him from being able to stand up at all. As Bull is struggling, Sabora suddenly springs back into action from his hurt state. His face, now completely bloodied and cut, is in full view in the EUW camera as his eyes widen. The Machine has been activated. Sabora methodically leaps up and pounces Jack Bull’s left ankle. With no shred of emotion, Sabora grabs Bull’s broken left ankle and locks in a horrifyingly tight ankle lock. Bull’s eyes widen in extreme pain as Sabora falls on his back and completes the submission with a grapevine extension hold.

JJ: An ankle lock? Are you fucking kidding me? Bull’s ankle is already twisted and he’s going to twist it more.

Creep: Looks like Sabora finally lost it

Bull doesn’t scream or even move as his face is overcome with pain and horror. Sabora nearly snaps the ankle off as he applies every inch of pressure in his hands on the already twisted ankle. Bull’s eyes are already fluttering and it is in a matter of seconds when he passes out. His face simply hits the mat as Sabora continues with the hold. Seconds pass before Sabora finally lets go. He crawls to Bull’s upper body and, since Bull is already half-way in the straightjacket, Sabora continues and finally locks the straightjacket on Bull. The ring bell rings as the audience sits in complete silence and shock at the match.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen….your winner of the match….via the stipulations of the match…Chris Sabora!

Sabora continues staring at Bull’s body as the referee goes to raise his arm but seems to be scared of Sabora. “Rain” blares through the speakers as the camera focuses on Jack Bull, who seems to be injured, and then cuts away to Sabora’s cut up and bruised face, which oddly is a reflection of what The Machine is like in the inside under all the flesh and blood and bone. The camera feed suddenly changes now to a backstage shot. The letters “E U W Champion” are presented boldly as the camera feed pans away from the gold championship belt. Sitting close by, Xplode is seen sitting up a metal folding chair and tying up his boots. Looking into a make up compact to his right, Brenda Angelina attempts to make herself pretty as the two prepare for the main event.

Xplode: Your make up is fine already.

Brenda glances in Xplode’s direction, offering a smirk, and then closes the black shell of the compact.

Brenda: I know, I know. I am just so nervous about tonight! I have been dreaming about Toby’s retirement now for over a year! Our revenge is finally at hand.

Xplode: You mean YOUR revenge. I am just here to settle some unfinished business. I did not agree to put my career on the line to satisfy your woman’s anger issues. This is about me and him.. Nothing more.

Brenda: I know, sweetie. I just can’t help it.

Xplode: You just keep that Skye bitch out of my way and carry out your end of our little plan and Toby will be nothing more than a memory before the night is over. I have planned this all out meticulously. There is no room for failure now.

Brenda walks over to Xplode, placing both hands upon his shoulders and looking him eye to eye. With a smile, she answers. “Don’t worry, baby. I know exactly what I have to do.” Xplode smiles at Brenda before taking a long look at his World Title. The camera then cuts to Toby Hunter’s locker room where the entire Devil’s Due biker gang seems to be sitting around Hunter. With the exception of Cole, the entire gang is here. One of them, a nameless protégé, raises a beer as everyone does so.

“Tonight is the night we’ve all been waiting for. Tonight, we watch our boy Hunter finally take out Xplode.” says the nameless protégé as everyone except Hunter continues to raise their beer in the air. “To Hunter!” yells the protégé as everyone else does the same and, in a matter of seconds, everyone is gulping down their beers. Toby is the only one not drinking, possibly due to the fact that it’s not wise to drink alcohol before the biggest wrestling match of your career. Hunter nods in approval as he seems to appreciate the encouraging gesture but is also burdened with the enormous mental load of being seconds away from the biggest match of his career.

HUNTER VS. XPLODE……UP NEXT!

[Immanuel Taylor]

A wild shriek emanates through the atmosphere as a recap video package kicks in. The first shot is of Xplode entering the business the first time as a rookie and working his way up. Numerous shots of Xplode pulling off The Drop Zone on a variety of EUW wrestlers are shown before ending with the last shot of Xplode winning the World Title in the company wide battle royal. The following shot is then of Toby Hunter as he entered the business as Oblivion. The following shots outline his evolution to Toby Hunter. The video’s tone then converts from nostalgia to full on horror as Hunter and Xplode are shown beating the hell out of each other on more than one occasion in EUW history. The final shot regarding this feud is of Hunter and Xplode agreeing on the title match and the Retirement stipulation being introduced to the match’s contents. The video package ends with both men staring down one another.

The camera now swirls around the arena, showcasing the rabid fans as they await for a match that has been years in making. The match to finally end the seemingly perpetual family feud between Xpode and Toby Hunter. Two brothers with one similarity: their respective and mirrored hateful intent to eradicate each other. Tonight only one of them will fulfill their common desire. The camera solemnly fixates on Creep and JJ, who seem to be overcome with excitement towards the main event.

Tale of the Tape

World Heavyweight Title Match

Toby Hunter	Xplode
“The Big Dog”	“The Strategic Assassin”
Affiliated with The Devil’s Due Biker Club, Positioned as the Vice President of said Club	No known gang allegations, works alone
Challenger	Champion
Rumored to be around 29 Years Old (Unverified)	30 Years Old
6 Foot 6 and 255 Pounds	6 Foot 4 and 260 Pounds
Emphasis on Force, A Scrapper and Fighter in the Ring	Emphasis on Blunt Power and Ring Strategy
Experienced with EUW for Three Years	Experienced with EUW for Three Years
Former World Champion, Former Acting General Manager	Former Pure Champion, Former Tag Team Champion, Current Two-Time World Champion
Finisher: The Full Throttle	Finisher: The Drop Zone

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JJ: Well Ladies and Gentlemen, this brings us to our main event of the evening. This match has been a work in the making for over three years. The number one contender Toby Hunter will square off with our World Champion, Xplode.. For the keys to the kingdom so to speak.

Creep: And the loser of the match will be no more, as he is forced to retire from professional wrestling.

JJ: Looking around this arena tonight, I have never seen so many in attendance in my life. The build up, the promotions, all were completely historical as we get closer to this match. Now the question remains, who is the better man between these two.

Creep: Well, I have personally stood in the ring with the both of them. This could go either way. As you can see from the tale of the tape, both men seem to have both similarities and differences in style. Xplode is the prototypical gladiator, born and bred here in the EUW. Toby Hunter is the pulse of the people, possessing unheard of strength and reliance. If I had to choose between them, I would have to hand it to Xplode.

JJ: Why is that?

Creep: The flashlight, J.J. It’s all about the flashlight…

The two announcers laugh a bit as fans wave their hands behind them, desperately trying to gain a bit of camera time.

The camera feed pans back to ringside as John Walt holds a microphone in his hand. The fans are screaming loudly, knowing full well what he is about to say..

John Walt: Ladies and Gentlemen.. It is time. This next match is for the EUW Championship of the WORLD!

Immediately, the arena explodes in cheers!

John Walt: The loser of this match will retire from wrestling for the rest of his days. Coming out first, hailing out of San Rafael, California. The man known formerly as Oblivion.. He is TOBY HUUUUUUUUNTER!

The fans erupt, standing up simultaneously! “Rain” by Creed begins to blast out of the sound system as the deep sounds of a motorcycle are overheard from just beyond the black curtain of the entrance way.

JJ: There he is, a man who has had one of the most storied careers in the history of the EUW. His fan base is completely off the charts! Look at these folks behind us!

Driving through the curtain aboard a black motorcycle, Toby comes to a stop, pointing to the fans around him. They all point back as he revs the engine furiously! Kicking it into gear, Toby now blasts down the ramp way, overtaking the theme song with his loud engine! He circles the ring once, slowing down long enough for the fans to cheer him on. Then, he circles once more, this time with one fist held high in the air.

Coming to a final stop, Toby then rises from the bike and rolls under the bottom rope coming back to his feet. With both hands raised, he bounces about, the fans cheering in response! Throwing a few mock punches in the air, camera flashes strobe the scenery as John Walt raises the microphone to his lips once more..

John Walt: And his opponent. Hailing from San Francisco, California. He is known around the world as The Strategic Assassin. Others simple call him The Enemy. We will refer to him as the EUW Champion of the World! He is… XPLODE!

“I Stand Alone by Godsmack begins to play. The fans shout and cheer, almost on que! As cameras begin to flash once again, Brenda Angelina walks through the entrance curtain. She is dressed in a skin tight dress, the top half covered by a grey shirt that simply reads.. “ASSASSIN”. Smiling at the fans in attendance, she turns and looks back at the entrance curtain..

“The Enemy” by Godsmack begins to play now…

Stepping through the curtain, his wet hair plastered to his face, Xplode looks down at the metal flooring below. The EUW World Championship belt rests around his waist as he remains still. Brenda smiles and points in his direction, clapping afterward.

JJ: There you have it, our world champion. He has been the number one man in the industry for quite sometime now.

Creep: There is no doubt about it. Xplode will go down as a legend in our sport, and an icon of our generation.

Taking a swig of his Monster Energy Drink, Xplode looks up at the ring where Toby Hunter stands waiting for him. Grunting a bit, he begins to head down the ramp way, the sweat flowing over his massive chest. Reaching ringside, Xplode looks up at Toby once more, and then to the fans around him. Brenda finds a place at ringside. With one last swig of the drink, Xplode tosses the can into the fans and proceeds to climb the metal stairs, entering the ring immediately! Both brothers rush one another without a second thought, stopping just shy of impact and staring into each others' eyes. The tension is amazing.

JJ: One of these men will never be seen inside of this ring again after this match. No matter the outcome, it shall be a loss for the fans.

Turning away from Toby, Xplode walks to a nearby turnbuckle, climbing it and removing his championship belt. Raising it for the world to see, he then points at it and then to himself, yelling out at the sea of fans. Their responses are louder than ever, as they shower him with affection.

Hopping back down, Xplode takes one more glance at his championship and then at his brother before offering it to the referee. The ref raises the title, displaying it to the fans, and then hands it to ringside. Xplode and Toby remain intent on one another, neither man taking their eyes of the other.

Creep: This is it! The main event! We are about to see a legendary match of epic proportions! Hunter vs. Hunter… LET’S DO THIS!

The bell rings as Xplode slowly circles his prey. Toby smiles in response, adjusting the belt of his pants as he does so. No action is taken at first. Both brothers seem almost hesitant, as neither makes any type of offensive gesture. After a few short circles inside of the ring, both men finally lock up!

The crowd goes wild as Xplode quickly asserts himself, locking in a headlock. Toby counters by shoving Xplode off of him and locking up once more! This time, Toby performs the head lock upon Xplode in return, only this time he twists his waist, bringing the both of them to the mat, still in a head lock position. Xplode reaches his hand out to the atmosphere, his long blonde hair covering his eye sight.

Leaning backwards, Toby applies even more pressure to the World Champion, smiling as he does so. With one hand shaking wildly, Xplode plants it hard upon the sweat stained mat, performing a one handed push up! This causes both men to roll the opposite direction, sending Xplode tumbling on top of Toby and into a backwards shoulder pin!!

(1.. KICK OUT!)

JJ: That was one hell of a maneuver by the World Champion right there.

Both men roll away from each other. Toby recovers a bit quicker as he lunges towards Xplode! Xplode counters now with an drop toe hold to the mat, following it up with an arm bar on his stunned opponent. The crowd cheers loudly as both brothers lay upon the mat, Xplode pouring on the pain by wrenching the arm backwards!

Creep: Smart move by the champ right there. Taking out the arm of Toby could mean the difference in the match.

The crowd begins to stomp their feet, urging Toby to resist the pain as Toby slides his knee underneath the two of them. Xplode attempts to quickly halt the escape attempt by rewrenching the arm even further back.. But Toby will not be denied. He pushes off now, using the momentum to drive his elbow into Xplode’s exposed cheek bone! Xplode lets go of the arm quickly, rolling away while seeing to his face. Toby rolls the other direction, holding his arm in agony.

Xplode shakes off the cobwebs, heading towards his brother with open hands. Toby then lunges out with a punch to Xplode’s face, only to come up with air! Ducking, Xplode hooks the arm of Hunter, and flips the both of them backwards with a powerful suplex! Before Toby can recover, Xplode rises to his feet and drops HARD unto Toby’s outstretched arm, the same one that had been previously stressed just moments earlier! Toby rolls around the ring in pain, as Xplode watches on from a kneeling position.

JJ: Look at the World Champion. The way he is methodically taking apart his brother. It is sickening! Do you hear me? Sickening! Creep, are you even paying attention?

(Lowering a cell phone from his ear.) Creep: Don’t be rude, I am on the phone right now trying to change my bet on this main event! I think I chose the wrong brother!

JJ: You never cease to amaze me..

Xplode is stalking his brother now, timing each gesture as he repeatedly drives his black boot into the shoulder of Toby Hunter, not letting up the attack at all. He then grabs a handful of hair, bringing Toby up to his feet, only to perform yet another slam to the mat, this time holding unto the now weakened arm! Xplode locks in yet another arm bar from a lying position this time! Toby seems almost panicked now, as he desperately tries to break free of the hold. He can feel the muscles in his shoulder begin to give away and pop as the pressure is repeatedly applied. He has to do something, he struggles.. Fighting to maintain consciousness.

His vision now becomes blurry..

The arena starts to darken, almost as if the lights go out, as the cheers from the fans echo inside of his head..

He.. Is done…

(1.…..2.… KICK OUT!)

Toby opens his eyes wide as he barely kicks out of the pin! Xplode is heated, standing up and getting into the referee’s face! Rolling away, Toby shakes off the groggy feeling as he looks out at the fans. They cheer him on, offering their support. He begins to feel rejuvenated, all though not entirely. Looking behind him, he spots his chance as Xplode seems intent on arguing with the referee! Standing up now, Toby stumbles a bit, his arm dangling almost uselessly!

Xplode, realizing that arguing is useless, turns around to continue the attack. He knows that he has it all in hand. He just needs to press the attack a little harder, and the memory of his brother will no longer be a part of his life.

(WHAM!)

Xplode stumbles backwards now, never having the chance to react as he walks right into a big boot from Toby Hunter! The crowd goes nuts as Toby is now on the attack! Xplode rolls over quickly, desperately trying to gain the advantage once more, only to be nailed by a running clothesline from hell! This sends Xplode over the top rope and to ringside as Toby slumps against the turnbuckle in agony..

JJ: Toby is hurt. That much is obvious. Xplode’s game plan of taking out the arm of his brother has worked flawlessly. There will be no finishing move from Hunter if he can’t work with two weapons out there.

Creep: I have seen Toby ignore pain that no normal man could. He needs to draw in that energy right now if he is to overcome this obstacle.

Xplode begin to stir now at ringside, shaking his head left to right and looking towards the ring. He is nailed hard by a baseball slide from Toby Hunter out of nowhere, sending the EUW World Champion tumbling against the announcer’s booth and bouncing off of it! Toby rolls under the bottom rope, removing the protective shielding from the table before him. After removing the two portable monitors, Toby then grabs a handful of hair and proceeds to roll Xplode unto he announcers’ table! He then climbs unto the table, positioning Xplode in position for the Jackknife power bomb!

JJ: DON’T DO IT!

Pulling back, Toby begins to lift Xplode’s body only to be stopped by an outstretched boot! Xplode then overpowers his brother, flipping him over his back and off the table unto the hard concrete of the ringside floor! Xplode stumbles a bit, taking a deep breath and removing his hair from his eye sight, only to have the table crumble on his weight anyway!!! This sends Xplode to the concrete alongside Toby now, as both brothers lay unconscious..

Creep: This is amazing! We have no damn table, my chips are all over the floor, and yet I still have not spilled one bit of my beer!

JJ: Imagine that..

The crowd cheers loudly, stomping their feet and clapping their hands as both brothers continue to not move at all. Not knowing what to do, the referee begins the count out as the fans suddenly begin to boo at him, realizing that this match could very well end in a draw.

(1.…….2.…)

Toby Hunter begins to roll over unto his back, breathing heavily and fighting to regain himself. Xplode still lies face first, lost in a heap of cheap broken wood.

(3.…….4.….5)

Xplode now begins to stir, rising to a crawling position. Toby rises to his feet now, looking up at the referee and then to his brother. Not wanting to win by count out, he grabs a handful of hair now and rolls his younger brother into the ring. Toby rolls in right after him breaking up the count out.

Toby now mounts Xplode, grabbing a handful of hair and driving his knuckles into the exposed skull of the World Champion! Xplode does nothing to fend off the attack as the fists keep on coming. Toby then rolls away upon being warned by the referee, rising to his feet and bringing Xplode up with him as well. With a fisted pound to the chest, Toby signals for The Final Touch.(Even flow DDT) He locks in the head, only to be shoved away suddenly!

Toby stops himself from falling backwards, and feels the pain as he is kicked in the gut! Xplode hooks the arms and performs the Drop Zone! (The Pedigree)

JJ: OH MY GAWD! Xplode has come back out of nowhere and nailed the Drop Zone! This could be all over!

Xplode flops unto Toby, almost as if he is completely spent. Grabbing the pant leg of his older brother, he pulls on it for the pin..

(1.…..2.… The Referee stops counting!)

Xplode slaps the mat hard, only to realize that Toby had managed to place one leg upon the bottom rope! This causes the pin count to halt and saves him from an early retirement! Xplode sits up now, running his hands through his hair and feeling completely frustrated! Taking advantage of the moment, he rolls back to his feet and picks up Toby, Irish whipping into the nearby turnbuckle! Backing up, Xplode gains a running start, advancing on Toby only to be caught with a large hand around his neck! Out of nowhere, Toby easily lifts Xplode high into the air by his throat and plants him into the mat hard with a choke slam!! Toby then covers for the pin!

(1.…..2.. Kick out!)

Toby is the one left feeling frustrated now as Xplode somehow finds a way to break up the pin. Rising to his feet, Toby advances on the referee, getting in his face just a bit and arguing the speed of the pin count. Xplode, still aware of his surroundings, slowly rises to his feet, nodding in Brenda’s direction as she quickly scurries to lift the ring apron and look underneath.

Creep: What is going on here?

On his feet now, Xplode rushes Toby, driving his forearm into the large man and sending Toby barreling into the referee in the process! This easily lays out the referee as the striped shirted man bounces off the ring ropes and lands face first upon the mat below! Before Toby can react in return, Xplode then grabs his shoulder and twists him around.. Kicking him in the gut and hooking the arms and nailing one more Drop Zone!!! Brenda, now standing up, reveals that she has found a..

JJ: A SLEDGEHAMMER! That woman has hidden a sledgehammer under the damn ring! Someone, anyone.. Stop this carnage!

Creep: Yet again, Xplode reveals a master plan at just the right moment!

Rolling under the bottom rope, Brenda holds the hammer with two hands as Xplode picks up his brother roughly, holding him in a full nelson position. The fans boo loudly as Xplode orders Brenda to attack the former World Champion with the hammer! She raises the hammer, her face contorting to look beyond angry. The fans begin to plead with her to refrain but she does not listen!

The Hammer is raised..

The fans scream…

Toby’s eyes slowly flutter open, just in time to see the attack..

Brenda rushes in…

(WHAM!)

JJ: OH MY GAWD DID YOU SEE THAT??!!

Creep: I did.. And I don’t believe it..

Xplode tumbles to the mat like a dead weight! Brenda is seen still standing there, looking down at the hammer as Toby rises to his feet. Right as Brenda had swung the hammer, Toby had managed to break free of the full nelson lock, and at the same time, Brenda changed her target.. Purposely nailing Xplode instead!

Dropping the hammer now, Brenda rushes to Toby, offering her assistance! The crowd begins to cheer like mad as she directs Toby to lie down upon the EUW Champion. A thin stream of blood begins to pour down the temple of Xplode as he lies there motionless. Brenda begins to shake the referee, dragging him towards the two brothers! The ref is conscious enough to raise him arm slowly.. Beginning the pin.

(1.……..)

(2.…………)

(THR.. SOMEHOW XPLODE RAISES ONE ARM!)

JJ: How? Please tell me how Xplode was able to find the strength to break the pin count!

Creep: He is the World Champion. Xplode not only has his legacy on the line but his career as well. When a man is faced with, excuse the expression, oblivion.. He must pull out all the stops.

Brenda backs away, completely in shock at Xplode’s ability to withstand pain. Toby slowly rolls off of him, breathing heavily and completely spent. Lying next to him, Xplode lies still. His hair is drenched in sweat, his face slightly covered in his own blood.

Turning over slowly, Toby tries to rise up once more but falls down instead, obviously an after effect of the repeated Drop Zone hits. He is completely off his game now, and out of energy. Xplode begins to roll over now, shaking off the cobwebs once more and grabbing the ropes to pull himself up! He blows his blood stained hair out of his eyes, only to find Brenda trying to escape the ring!

As the fans scream in protest, Xplode lunges at Brenda, catching her by the hair and yanking her back towards him. Words are exchanged as Brenda obviously pleads for mercy. Xplode will have none of that though. He shoves her head down hard, hooking the arms and preparing to unleash the Drop Zone now on her!

Across the ring, Toby looks up at the fans. They are screaming and yet, he can no longer hear them. Everything he has put out, all of the efforts to win the match, have been for nothing as Xplode will just not stay down. His tank is empty.. Or is it?

First, his hearing begins to return, as he begins to feel his blood pumping through his veins quickly. The fans grow louder, cheering him on with each movement, as Toby feeds upon their energy! He can go on.. If not just for a bit more.. Tapping the last of his reserves.

JJ: Toby, GET UP! That bastard Xplode is going to Drop Zone Brenda! You have to get up!

Creep: Look.. He is moving!

Bracing himself, Toby begins to rise to his feet once more, his ankles shivering under the weight. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Xplode hooking the arms of Brenda to perform the Drop Zone. With uncanny stamina, Toby lunges at Xplode, yanking him off of her! Brenda rolls out of the ring quickly, as Toby grabs at Xplode’s shoulders!

Xplode counters now! Kicking Toby in the gut, he hooks the arms for the Drop Zone! Now, in a double counter, Toby breaks free, grabbing Xplode once again and falling backwards.. Nailing The Final Touch! (Even Flow DDT) Toby covers for the pin as the crowd stands to their feet!

(1.……)

Xplode makes no attempt to move, Toby lets out the last of his energy with a deep breath..

(2.……..)

Brenda slaps the mat hard, tears flowing down her cheeks.

(THREE!)

JJ: IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER! We have a new champion!

Creep: Damn it! I should not have changed my bet!

Toby rolls off of Xplode, finding himself on his back as the EUW Championship belt is placed upon his chest!

John Walt: Your winner.. And the NEEEEEEEEW EUW Champion, Toby Hunter!

“Rain” by Creed begins to play as Brenda rushes into the ring. She tries to help Toby to his feet as the crowd screams in happiness! Two figures hop the guard rail as Annette and Skye enter the ring. Annette hugs Toby who is slowly realizing what happened. Skye nods at Brenda as Brenda smiles back in return. The Arena is breaking the sound barrier from the cheers as confetti begins to fall from the rooftops.

JJ: I can’t believe what we just saw. These two men left it all out in that ring tonight as a feud has finally come to an end. We have a new champion folks.

Creep: Toby Hunter deserves that championship.. There is no denying that.

JJ: Xplode has finally had a taste of his own medicine, as his opponent out played him tonight, physically.. And mentally. Brenda being on his side was nothing but a charade.

Now upon his knees, Toby embraces the championship, pounding his chest a few times and pointing at the fans in appreciation. His theme song suddenly comes to a halt now.. As Xplode is seen making it to his feet once more. Blood drips down his face and unto his chest, as the two brothers approach one another in the center of the ring. The fans grow silent, as well as the people inside of the ring, as the world waits for the response..

Stretching one hand out, Xplode offers a handshake, one that Toby gladly accepts! The fans cheer once more now for both brothers as Xplode finds his way through the ropes and down to ringside. Waiting for him is Terry Jones on the stage.

JJ: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are watching one of the all time greats leave the ring for the very last time. Thank you for the memories, Xplode. You truly, got the job done.

Xplode stops at the stage now, looking up at Terry Jones. With a nod, Terry looks at Toby Hunter who remains in the ring, and then he proceeds to walk alongside Xplode as they both reach the entrance curtain. Terry leave out of sight as Xplode turns to look back at the fans one last time. The crowd begins to chant..

“XPLODE! XPLODE! XPLODE! XPLODE!”

With a nod, Xplode exits into the back stage area and out of sight as well. “Rain” by Creed continues to play again as the celebration continues once more.

JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, this has been one hell of a night. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts for tuning into this telecast. I am JJ!

Creep: And I am The Creep, and we will see you next week for the fallout of all that has occurred here tonight!

The camera feed slowly fades out as Toby Hunter is seen holding the EUW championship belt for all the fans to see while the audience reacts in different reactions, from shock to joy. Hunter brings the belt closer to his chest as he takes a deep breath. The Devil’s Due gang makes their way to celebrate with their Vice President as the camera finally fades away.

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