Saturday Night Vengeance Results.

[Immanuel Taylor]

An array of brutal fireworks assault the dark atmosphere as the lights instantly switch on at the same time the SnV logo flashes across the titantron. The EUW fans, imbued with unstable and eccentric excitement, begin flickering their arms around in an union of shared love towards their weekly dosage of excessively violent Professional Wrestling, provided courtesy of the suits back in the EUW Headquarters. Everyone, the wrestlers , fans and the staff workers, are still recuperating from the hellacious Special Edition of Saturday Night Vengeance.

The cameras circle around the inside of the arena, encapsulating the aura of fervidness associated with primetime professional wrestling shows. The camera then cuts backstage to a vastly wide open area where the entire EUW roster are huddled together along with authority and staff figures such as the announcers, JJ and Creep, a cluster of referees and of course the adorable and loveable John Walt. Anyone under the EUW payroll and whose jobs include roaming around in the Vengeance Dome are present and uncomfortably huddled together with the wrestlers obviously getting the most space due to their muscular size. Eventually, a figure appears on the platform above the cluster of EUW employees. It’s none other than the newly crowned General Manager Mark Rivera

“My fellow EUW employees, lend me your ears and allow me to welcome you to a new age of E…U….W!” loudly yet calmly boasts Rivera as he stands on his raised platform , high above everyone else. “I would first like to state that a wave of change is upon us. For those of you who are oblivious to what is transpiring, allow me to enlighten you. Vincent Ellis is currently in a coma and thus is in no state to lead this company. While I grieve the unfortunate tragedy that has occurred to our former general manager, I must also focus my best efforts to keep this fine company running and as the newly appointed General Manager I will seek to do so with full capacity.

Now the reason I summoned everyone here is because I wanted us all to have sort of a preliminary introduction to each other. We're all here as a team, rather than an industrious chain of command. I want everyone to work together to not only attempt to quell our controversial status but to retain our high-quality product. My office door is open to everyone at any specific moment so please make yourself at home here."

Rivera nods as the EUW cluster of employees under him seem to reacting in varying degrees, some cheerful while others bitter at being summoned and huddled here. As soon as Rivera is about to leave, he suddenly turns around.

"One more thing. I will be conducting a series of Initial Interviews regarding the active EUW wrestlers, more of an informal chat to be honest. Nothing to worry about. Now with that out of the figurative way, let's all prepare ourselves for the new age of E….U…W"

Mark Rivera Initial Interview: Marcus Puzzo

Rivera relaxes in his newly re-furnished office, the same one that belonged to Vincent Ellis. The portraits of EUW's classic moments have been slightly modified, with most remaining intact while others replaced with portraits of Mark Rivera himself. Another notable difference is the addition of a mini-bar along with a new front desk, more expensive and bigger than the one Ellis had. Another notable addition is the enormous 52' inch Flat Screen TV embedded to the far-end of the office, the one opposite to Rivera and his desk. The TV seems to be turned on a local news channel as Rivera sits back on his ridiculously comfortable chair with a glass of champagne and examines a couple of papers. A sudden buzzer emanates from the built-in intercom on his desk.

“Mr. Rivera, Marcus Puzzo has arrived”

“Thank you, Melissa. Please send the boy in.”

Rivera removes his finger off the intercom and proceeds to take another celebratory gulp from his thin yet lucrative champagne glass filled with, of course, champagne. The double wooden door is loudly yet respectfully pounded before the left portion opens up and none other than Marcus Puzzo makes his way into the office of Mark Rivera, EUW’s official General Manager. Rivera smiles wildly as he raises his champagne glass at Marcus.

“Marcus! Please, have a seat.”

“Hey, Mr. Rivera.” says Marcus, the man who sold his soul to Rivera, as he confidently sits on the obviously comfortable leather chair opposite to the one Rivera is sitting on. Rivera’s newly bought glass-oak wood, with several emeralds and rubies embedded onto the surface, table separates both him and Marcus. “Nice office you’ve got here, Mark. See you’ve made some renovations of yourself here”

“Yes, Marcus. I always found Ellis’ decorative ideas to be too….innocent."

"Well, I don’t see Ellis around to disagree"

"Ha! That's right, Marcus, because our plan worked perfectly. You take out Vincent Ellis, I make it look like a suicide to the cops, I become GM and you get your reward. And everyone lives happily ever after. Now, before we discuss your reward, may I offer you a beverage"

Marcus relaxes in his cushy seat as Rivera leans forward and puts on his one million dollar hollow smile.

"Yeah" immediately spews Marcus. "I could have a cup of that champagne you're gulping down."

"I'm afraid not, dear young Marcus." quickly replies Rivera with the same smile still alive on his face. "You're too young for Champagne. However, I do have a lovely collection of Root Beer that you would surely enjoy."

Rivera quickly turns his chair around to the Mini-bar built-in at the wall behind him and his desk. Fortunately for Rivera, all he has to do is spin around when he's sitting behind his desk and he'll have immediate access to the process of mixing alcohol. Rivera reaches under the mini-bar and opens the built-in mini-fridge and pulls out an adorable little can of Root Beer before tossing it to Marcus.

"Now dear Marcus, let's get down to Business. We had a deal. You make sure Ellis doesn't remain GM and I'd do right by you. Considering I've been appointed as Ellis' replacement, I definitely have the resources to fulfill your wishes."

"Oh….it's this easy?" innocently, yet with hands stained with Ellis' blood, asks the young and nubile Marcus Puzzo.

"Of course Marcus" swiftly replies Rivera with that same artificial yet convincing smile on his face. "Actually Marcus, I plan to not only reward with your wishes but to also redefine our relationship. Before I became GM, before I had this power, you and I were just business partners. Now, we're both business and understanding associates. When it comes to deals, both sides have to display a sign of good and true faith. You’ve displayed yours, Marcus, when you took out Vincent Ellis. Now it's time for me to display mine,"

Rivera proceeds to open one of the many drawers embedded to his desk and pull out what seems to be a beige folder. He tosses it on the wide surface of his desk where Marcus, after putting down the root beer down, proceeds to hastily pick it up and tear the top off.

"Correct me if I'm mistaken, Marcus, but your wishes involved you being promoted to the main event here in EUW. I'm going to also raise you on that and reward you with extra benefits."

Marcus opens the folder and pulls out a white contract. He reads it and smiles with a wide grin.

"Is this…is this a World Title shot, Mr. Rivera?"

"Of course, dear Marcus. According to the contract, you will be permitted to utilize the title shot at anytime you seek with minor restrictions. Don't let that bring you down though. Especially considering you still have two items of your reward left."

Marcus surveys through the folder to find an adequately sized silver key. He holds it up towards the ceiling light before redirecting his gaze towards Rivera in the form of a confused look. Rivera persists with the same calculated and manufactured smile on his face as Marcus’ look begets an answer to the unspoken question regarding the key’s identity. Rivera happily answers.

“Marcus….that key belongs to an exclusive main eventers locker-room with your name printed on the marble door. Do you know what this means, Marcus? I’ve just fulfilled your dreams of being a main-eventer in this company, just like we agreed.”

Marcus’ face twists from confusion to utter bliss as the camera zooms away and cuts to the inside of the Vengeance Dome, swirling around and absorbing in the multitude of fans before settling at the announcers table with JJ and Creep firmly seated in their usual positions.

JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Saturday….Night….Vengeance!

Creep: I'm Creep and the thin dude who was just talking before me is Double J! Man, what a show the special edition of SnV was, eh JJ?

JJ: Eh, Creepy. Eh. However, what was more momentous was the effects it brought on. Xplode retired, Hunter the new World Champion, Bull injured, Sabora currently on probation due to failing his Psychological Evaluation test, Black and Castillo are out of the company, and the feuds between The Puzzo brothers and between TITAN and Ludvak continue to rage on respectively.

Creep: And you forgot the biggest effect of it all. Mark Rivera is the new GM!

JJ: Ugh…..Unfortunately, you're right. Now whether Rivera is truly rehabilitated or not, that will have to be seen in the near future.

Creep: Oh stop being so picky, JJ. The guy paid his dues. Yeah, I didn't really like him when I was active here but hey, he's keeping this show alive so let's roll with the flow. Now come on, what's on tonight's program?

JJ: We've got the main event between two of the most successful wrestlers here. Toby Hunter, the newly crowned Champion, and Eddie Laurel, a man with a winning streak embedded to his name. However, we also have the opening tag team match. TITAN and Marcus Puzzo vs. Ludvak and 415. Both equations of their tag match are involved in a feud with each other. TITAN and Ludvak, and 415 and Marcus Puzzo.

Creep: Well, what are we waiting for? Let's cut to Johnny at the ring!

The camera, as if mesmerized by Creep's order, swirls backwards and zooms in on John Walt in the middle of the ring. Embellished in his usual Tuxedo and genuine warmful smile, Walt straightens his shoulder and perfectly pulls off his announcing duties.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen….welcome to Saturday….Night…Vengeance! The following opening contest is scheduled for one fall and will be regulated under customary tag team regulations. Introducing first….

The arena lights dim down….

A sudden explosion of white fireworks ring loudly as "St. Anger" by Metallica starts to play. Walking through the entrance curtain, Titan looks out over the sea of fans in attendance. He continues to walk out to the edge of the stage area... slowly raising both arms... then.. he leans back as explosions rock the arena from behind him once more!

John Walt: weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds and standing six foot six. He is the massive freak of nature….he is TITAN!

The crowd responds loudly with vehement boos as he walks down the ramp way, smirking as he does so. Walking up the metal steps, Titan steps over the top rope and enters the ring, causing John Walt to step back a bit in nervousness. The music continues as the camera feed zooms in on his face. He stares into the camera, his eyes relentless and his face emotionless. The music dies down as Titan is now seen bouncing in his corner, his massive frame shaking as he does so.

JJ: You think TITAN's taken his Anti-Psychotic pills tonight, Creepy?

Creep: For Ludvak and 415's sake, I truly hope so JJ.

JJ: Speaking about Luvak, it seems the feud between TITAN and him is far from over. TITAN was able to defeat Ludvak in a No Holds Barred contest last week but what was truly mystifying was the fact that TITAN did not attempt to cripple or attack Ludvak after his match, even with the fact TITAN hadn't consumed his Anti-Psychotic pills. Are you sensing a hint of fear here, Creepy?

Creep: I doubt TITAN fears anything, JJ. Ludvak, his opponent, is 7'3 so perhaps we are looking at a mutual giant respect?

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 partner, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds and standing six foot zero. He is none other than Marcus Puzzo.

TITAN stares at his much smaller partner with apathy. 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 towards 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. TITAN continues staring on with apathy.

Suddenly, the lights dim to a dark shade of purple. "Regulators" by Warren G begins to play as 415 walks through the entrance curtain. Marcus stares on with hatred.

John Walt: And from the opposing team, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds and standing six foot one. He is 4….1….5

JJ: Now this match has become ten times more emotional. The Puzzo Brothers were one of the most promising tag teams here…..and now that's all gone due to Marcus' obsession with the main event scene…which he oddly acquired by Rivera according to rumors.

Creep: Agreed, that was extra weird JJ. I mean, why did Rivera elevate Marcus to the main event scene? Plus he got his own main eventers locker-room, the one that used to belong to Xplode. While we may not have a answer for that question we will have a first display of the emotional intensity between The Puzzo brothers.

JJ: 415, or should I say Mario, defeated his brother last week in a very close and exciting opening contest. Marcus made it especially clear to Mario that this is not over. Looks like we're going to see how serious Marcus is tonight.

Dressed in a singlet, his hair pulled back into corn rolls, 415 raises his hands to the arena around him as white fireworks explode behind him. Taking a few steps forward, 415 then pulls his hand back and shoots it forward, pointing to the ring as one last firework goes off on the stage slapping the hands of the fans along the way, he breaks into a sprint upon reaching the entrance curtain and stops halfway down the ramp. Mario's music cuts off as he stands there before suddenly pointing to the entrance stage. "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. The stage has opened up and Ludvak has risen, now stepping forward and slowly walking down the stage in rhythm with the music.

John Walt: And his partner, weighing in at two hundred and thirty eight pounds and standing seven foot three. He is none other than Count Ludvak!

JJ: Jesus, look at the height differnence between 415 and Count Ludvak. 415 is Six foot One while Ludvak is Seven Foot Three!

Creep: Haha! Do you know how difficult it would be for 415 to make a tag? He'd have to get a small step-ladder to reach Count Ludvak's arm, even if Ludvak lowers it down.

JJ: Well, I guess we will have to wait and see but before we dive into this match, we actually have a pre-recorded interview conducted by our lovely Sarah Thompson with Count Ludvak earlier this night. Let's check it out before making our way to the match.
The feed cuts backstage to find a frighteningly suave man standing tall in a dimly lit hallway. An odd sight to many, he is not alone. Just to the side of Count Ludvak, is another imposing man. He stands at just around six and a half feet tall, yet he still looks short standing next to Ludvak. EUW Interviewer Sarah Thompson approaches the duo, appearing slightly intimidated before beginning to speak.

Sarah: So, who is this new presence in EUW?

Ludvak: Standing beside me is a what used to be a mere mortal. Stuck out all alone, with nothing left to work towards, I have given him a purpose. By simply...accepting him into my ranks, I have already carved his name in history.

Sarah: What history is that?

Ludvak: Pardon me, I forget how simple-minded and unintelligent you people can be.

Sarah: Excuse me? I have a college degree, thank you very much.

Ludvak: Right, whatever you say dear. Now, this was once a man. Nameless, faceless, meaningless. A husk of flesh, praying to blank oblivion that death would come quicker. No longer is he such.

Sarah: Well...then what is he now?

Ludvak: Now, he is Dionisie. You may think the name odd, but it is pure. His name is native to my homeland, as he will always bee from now on. Let this be a basic, but significant message to not only those here but anyone viewing this. It has begun again. Dionisie is the first of many, as the bloodline has begun once again. Not for centuries has something of this magnitude occurred. Anyone willing to find the same fate is he who stands beside me need only end up on the receiving end of my upper half. It is up to you how that occurs. Now dear Dionisie, you will have to await in my locker-room tonight as I indulge in my art of physical pain with three distant individuals.

Sarah: Uhh...speaking about that match, Ludvak, what is your opinion regarding your No Holds Barred match with TITAN at last week's Special Edition show.

Ludvak: Luscious Sarah, Luscious Sarah. The Count does not set his sights at the past but rather the future. The accumulation of Dionisie as my follower is only the beginning of my future here in EUW. If the behemoth, whom I danced with last week, wishes to intervene with my path then he will be subjected to my unlimited arsenal of pain. While the behemoth holds victorious bouts of violence, I hold unlimited knowledge of the human body. Should we intersect tonight then I will perhaps pass some of that knowledge to him….hands on.

Sarah: Aha….I..uh…see. Well, I guess that's all the time we have. Thank you for taking the time, Mr. Ludvak

Ludvak: Correction my dear. Count Ludvak.

The camera cuts back to the ring with a shot of Count Ludvak holding a devilish grin, and Dionisie looking as imposing as ever next to him. As soon as the cameras return to the ring, all the combatants are present in the ring with none other than 415 and Marcus Puzzo.

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The ref signals for the bell to ring as Mario and Marcus stand face-to-face looking into each other’s eyes. Marcus then cockily slaps Mario in the face, causing him to reel back slightly. Marcus then starts to laugh at Puzzo who retaliates with a stiff kick to the side of Marcus’s head. Falling to the ground in pain, Marcus quickly scrambles to his corner and tags in TITAN. Holding his face Marcus looks shocked as TITAN is forced into the match.

JJ: Marcus was a bit too cocky there.

Creep: Yep and 415 quickly took him down a peg with that awesome kick.

TITAN and Mario lock up, in a collar and elbow tie up. TITAN starts to get the upper hand as he forces 415 to one knee. TITAN then kicks Mario hard in the gut forcing the grapple to break. Grabbing him by the hair, TITAN hits a hard DDT and hooks the leg. 1…2.*kickout* TITAN stays on the offence and repeatedly stomps on the left leg of Mario, causing him to shout in pain and grab his leg. TITAN punches him in the face and again stomps on Mario’s leg. The ref warns TITAN to stop it as Ludvak points to him. TITAN backs away as the ref pushes him back. TITAN then suddenly charges at Mario and hits a knee to Mario’s face. TITAN then goes to his corner and tags in Marcus Puzzo.

JJ: 415 seems to be in a bad way.

Creep: A lot of Mario’s offence is going to be weakned with his leg being hurt.

Marcus starts working on the leg also eventually wrapping it around the bottom rope and twisting it to inflict more pain. The ref starts counting to 5 in order for Marcus to stop, he reaches 4 and Marcus lets go. Marcus then goes for a pin 1..2..Mario gets the shoulder up. Marcus then turns Mario over and locks in a figure four leg lock, wrenching back heavily in order to inflict more pain. Mario screams out as the ref gets down and asks him if he wants to quit. Mario keeps shouting no, however as the ref is not looking Marcus grabs the ropes and wrenches even harder causing more pain. Ludvak starts to talk to the ref telling him to look up but as he does Marcus lets go.

JJ: That’s awful! If he carries on like that he’ll break Mario’s legs.

Creep: Its only cheating if you get caught JJ, don’t forget that.

Marcus grabs the ropes again to gain more leverage, however the ref turns round and catches him. Forcing him to break the hold, Marcus is warned that he will be disqualified if he is caught cheating again. Mario lies on the canvas grasping his leg in pain. Looking across the ring he tries to crawl to his partner and get the tag. As he crawls nearer and nearer Marcus, who laughs at him, kicks him in the back of the head. As he grabs Mario by the hair he gives Ludvak the finger causing Count Ludvak to try and climb in. The ref however stops this leaving TITAN and Marcus to double team Mario behind the refs back. Ludvak eventually climbs to the apron as does TITAN.

JJ: I’m sick of the blatant cheating that’s going on. The ref needs to restore some order in this match.

Creep: Rules were made to be broken JJ.

Marcus grabs Mario and goes for a vertical suplex in the middle of the ring. Mario however starts to wriggle out of it, Marcus then punches him in the kidney to stop this. Lifting 415 up Marcus goes to slam him down, however Mario reverses it in mid air and lands an inverted DDT on Marcus sending them both down to the canvas. The crowd goes wild and cheers for Mario as he starts to crawl to Ludvak. As Mario crawls so does Marcus, both men inching their way to their partners. Mario has just one last pull to make but Marcus manages to tag TITAN in. As TITAN charges Mario dives for Count Ludvak and almost hits the hot tag. Almost. TITAN grabs 415 and lifts him up before going for a spinebuster. 415 reverses by pulling off a swinging DDT.


Marcus sneaks up on Ludvak on the outside but the Count diverts his eyes towards him and pulls off a sudden and rigid hard throat thrust to the incoming Marcus. In the ring, 415 to pull off The Retribution on TITAN but TITAN reverses by lifting 415 up and tossing him across the ring like a ragdoll. 415 jumps up and, fighting through his injuries, rushes back towards TITAN. He makes a mistake of attempting to pull off a running hurricanarana, which TITAN reverses into his finisher, The Devastator. By the time TITAN pulls off the third powerbomb, 415 is completely exhausted and taken out. TITAN goes for the pinfall as Ludvak, staring into the ring, makes no attempt to help his so-called partner.

One…..Two…Three!

TITAN immediately wastes no time in grabbing the nearly-destroyed Mario and ferociously ripping into him with fists. Ludvak, possessed with apathy, makes his way backstage and up the ramp. TITAN lets go of the already unconscious Mario as Marcus, too, seems to be unconscious on the outside due to Ludvak’s throat thrust. TITAN, noticing the fact that he didn’t even the get to square off with Ludvak tonight, immediately begins searching for the Count. He doesn’t find him anywhere close and as such reacts by rushing up the ramp and giving chase.

JJ: Well, looks like TITAN didn’t take his medication tonight….

Creep: Or he’s going to need stronger meds next time. For Ludvak’s sake, I hope TITAN decides to stop and take a nap halfway through his rampage.

The camera follows TITAN up the ramp before slowly fading away in an unusual darkness pitch. The cameras then reopen with another scenery.

Mark Rivera Initial Interview: Toby Hunter

"Mr. Rivera, Toby Hunter has arrived as you requested."

"Thank you, Melissa. Allow the good man in."

Rivera immediately stands as the right portion of the double wooden door bursts open and none other than the current World Champion Toby Hunter makes his way into the office with the World Title around his shoulder and while being attired in his usual biker gear. Rivera, in an unusual showing of respect, makes his way to Hunter and extends his arm.

"Mr. Hunter, it's a pleasure to see you."

"Mr. Rivera" nods Hunter while firmly accepting Rivera's handshake. Both men shake while staring into one another's eye with a fake and artificial smile on each's face. Rivera signals to the chair that Marcus once sat down as Hunter places his World Title on his lap after sitting down on it.

"Would you like anything to drink, Toby?"

"I'll go with some water." says Hunter as he sits comfortably while looking around Rivera's newly redecorated office. "Nice office."

"Of course it is, and here is your fine glass of water" Rivera gently places it in front of Hunter. "Congratulations on the World Title win"

Hunter nods in agreement as he gulps down the entirety of his glass of water. Rivera takes his seat and leans in with dangerous interest at the newly crowned World Champion.

"So…what was it like retiring your brother, Toby? In case you didn’t know, he's scheduled to appear tonight to make a farewell speech. If you desire, I can prevent him from entering my Vengeance Dome."

"Nah, it's ok. Let the man have his little eulogy. It won't change his retired status." replies back Hunter with a look of mild interest at the fact that Rivera referred to the arena as "my" Vengeance Dome. "Now, is this going to be an initial interview or an informal chat? Excuse my bluntness, Mark, but I have a main event match to be prepared for."

"Of course. No need to excuse yourself, Toby, I adore bluntness and I will apply it now too." instantaneously shoots back Rivera as his artificial smile wears off and his face mutates into a very serious, cold expression. "Toby…I want you to align yourself with me."

"Align myself with you?" shoots back Hunter without missing a heartbeat.

"Yes, Toby. I'm assembling together a small faction of EUW wrestlers to stand alongside me. I want The World Champion, in this case you, to be in the team. Hell, I'll even make you the second in command."

"And what is this team supposed to be? Some sort of Black-Ops squad?"

"Of course not, don't be silly. You see, I've been trying to think what we are missing here in EUW and I've come to realize that it's….heros. Heros and role models. We need to set an example to everyone outside. Not just the feeble-minded kids but the PTC and anyone watching our show. We need to bring together an established, eclectic and exclusive group of superstars to serve as role-models and heros. At the same time, I need these superstars to be willing to undertake whatever it takes to accomplish our objectives. Even if it means going to extensive measures."

"So basically…" cuts in Hunter. "You want a group of guys to act all kind and cuddly in front of the cameras while in reality being a bunch of corrupt mercenary-type bloodhounds? Doesn't seem to be the definition of Heros and Role Models to me."

Rivera confidently smiles and leans back in his easily malleable leather chair while placing his hands over at the back of his head.

"Then perhaps you should purchase a new dictionary, Mr. Hunter. And plus, the words corrupt mercenary-type bloodhounds seem way harsh. Vincent Ellis isn't here anymore, Toby, and things are different now. EUW is just like any other business corporation. You rub someone's back and he'll gladly rub yours. Fact is, I need the World Champion to be a part of the aforementioned exclusive group of role modes and heros. While my definition of role models and heros may be…different and much more elusive in nature…I assure you that the public will eat it up nicely."

"My concern isn't with the public, Rivera." sternly shoots back Hunter as both men are at the point of verbal combat. "I don't know about the others but I'm not really keen on selling myself to anyone in exchange for any favors or biased treatment. And plus, being in factions always complicates everything."

"And what about your involvement with The Devil's Due biker club?"

"That's unrelated to EUW, Rivera. And it doesn't affect my status here in EUW. I dance alone in these hallways. " Hunter follows up by picking up his World Title and standing up. "So I'm going to have to reject your informal offer, Mr. Rivera"

Hunter nods before turning to the left and making his way to the doors, he goes to open them when he suddenly notices it's not possible. The doors seemed to be locked.

"Mr. Hunter…." Rivera hisses in a cold tone of voice completely different from the one he utilized all night. A much colder and sociopathic voice. "I assure you that the World Title will be in the hands of my exclusive group. That is a fact. Now whether you will be the one holding it while being in the group or not is up to you. Play ball with me, Toby, and I'll make sure you remain Champion for the remainder of the year. We're still in May."

Hunter stares into the eyes of Rivera as Mark Rivera doesn't even blink, debiting emotions similar to a mannequin. Hunter clears his throat and approaches Rivera's desk.

"My initial response was no and my final response is a no, Mr. Rivera" sternly says Hunter. "As for the World Title being in the hands of whatever death squad you're cooking up, well there's a saying that fate has a disastrous way of contradicting your wishes and fantasies.

"There's no fantasy here, Toby. You're in my world now."

"Perhaps so. And I'm also in your office, which is a place I would really like to depart from now if that's ok with you." replies Hunter while protectively clutching his World Title closer to his World Title. Rivera's cold expression suddenly dissipates as he puts on an inhumanely wide smile on his face and presses a button on his built-in intercom. The doors immediately and automatically unlock, emanating a loud "TICK!" noise with their movement. Hunter turns around and makes his way out of the office.

Rivera stands up and whips himself a Martini from the mini-bar before sitting back down on his expensive chair and reflecting on what has happened. After two martinis, Rivera presses one of the many buttons on his built-In intercom.

"Yes, Mr. Rivera? I trust the meeting with Toby Hunter went well?" immediately answers his secretary Melissa.

"I'm afraid not, dear Melissa. I need the World Title in my vicinity, in my group. With Hunter refusing, I suppose we will have to go to Plan B. Do you know what's the status on Chris Sabora?"

"He's on probation, sir, due to the Psychological Evaluation test he failed."

"Yes, I see. The doctor who diagnosed Sabora….can he be bought?"

"Well, according to his file he has a slew of violations. More specifically, accepting bribes."

"Perfect. Call and channel him through to my office phone immediately. From this second on, Chris Sabora is off probation and will be returning to active duty. I'm going to have the doctor clear that nutcase and then I want him summoned to my office immediately."

"The doctor?"

"No dear, Chris Sabora."

"Yes sir" replies Melissa, the not-so-innocent secretary as Rivera takes his finger off the button and leans back, knowing that he has to resort to Plan B to get the World Title off Toby Hunter and the only man to do that job is the unstable and unpredictable Chris Sabora. The camera zooms out, leaving Rivera sitting in his own lucrative office. The cameras cut to the endless twirling hallways, more specifically the ones leading to the locker-room of Count Ludvak. A loud scream of anger emanates as none other than TITAN bursts into the scene.

"LUDVAK!" shrieks TITAN. "I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR FLESH WITH MY OWN FINGERNAILS YOU UNHOLY FREAK. I'M GOING TO FUCKING MUTILATE YOU!"

A cluster of backstage staff workers react in horror as TITAN charges past them. Most throw themselves out of the way while only one gets KOed by a rampaging TITAN, who makes it to Ludvak's locker-room before kicking down the door. TITAN charges into Ludvak’s characteristically dark room with the only source of light, coming from baraged door, guiding him. He begins searching for the light switch and, upon finding one, immediately flicks it open. The room’s dark quality goes away as what seems to be a very antedilluvian and insipid locker-room is present. TITAN looks around and, although not finding Ludvak, is able to find Ludvak’s first follower…. Dionisie

TITAN grabs the follower by his throat and flings him across the room, nearly slamming him on the opposite wall. The follower, soulless, attempts get back up but has his knee kicked in by TITAN who proceeds to place his foot on Dionisie’s neck.

“Where’s your boss?” hisses TITAN as he pressures down on the empty Dionisie’s neck. No response from Ludvak’s mind-washed faithful follower. TITAN grins and presses down further on Dionisie’s neck. “If you don’t talk, I’m going to keep pressing down until I snap your neck like a paper cup.”

Dionisie remains forcefully faithful to his master. TITAN, now hugely grinning, mutters “It’s your funeral” before pressing down on Dionisie’s neck. Suddenly, the lights of the room go out. An extremely loud commotion is heard, in a manner similar to what seems to be a brawl between two men. After a couple of seconds of vague madness, the lights go on and none other than Count Ludvak is standing next to Dionisie’s fallen body. Ludvak extends his arm downwards.

“Come my dear child, that behemoth will no longer inflict damage on you”

Ludvak helps his mindless follower up as the camera pans around to show the monstrous TITAN on the ground, strangely unconscious. Ludvak seems to have a bruise or two on his face while TITAN’s right breastplate seems to have a red marking on it, indicating a well-placed chop was imposed on it. Ludvak, a master of human anatomy and knower of every point of pain in the human body, must have utilized an eccentric maneuver after sneaking up on TITAN to bring him down. The camera zooms away with Ludvak helping his follower up and escorting him out of the locker-room. After the camera obtains a measurable distance, it cuts away to the inside of the arena where none other than the fervid EUW fans are present with their roars and screams.

The cameras zoom in on the ring where John Walt is present with a microphone in his right hand and a large load of confidence deep inside him.

John Walt: Ladies and Gentlemen. Please put your hands together and give a warm welcome for the Strategic Assassin.. XPLODE!

The crowd immediately stands to their feet as the lights dim out and turn a shade of red. The camera pans around the arena, showing the fans as they await who is to come out of the entrance.

JJ: Wow, I didn’t see this one coming. Xplode is here.. TONIGHT!

Creep: This place has turned electric, J.J!

“The Enemy” by Godsmack begins to play loudly, causing the fans to scream even louder. Walking through the curtain, Xplode appears. He casually chews a piece of gum while dressed in dark blue jeans and a white T-Shirt that reads “IMMORTAL X”. A large bandage is prominent upon his forehead, a souvenir from last week’s match with Toby Hunter.

Walking down the ramp way, Xplode glances out at the fans who reach out to him with open hands. Walking up the metal steps, he turns back one more time, and then enters the ring. Accepting a microphone from John Walt, Xplode smiles as John slightly bows to Xplode in a sign of respect. The fans begin to take a cue from John, as they gesture a bow in Xplode’s direction as well.

JJ: That man has done it all in this business. He deserves every bit of the respect that he is now receiving!

Creep: I completely agree.

Still staring at the fans, Xplode takes in the adoration. His theme song begins to fade out, as he raises the microphone to his lips..

Xplode: Hello..

The fans cheer again! The noise is deafening. Xplode is forced to remain quiet and wait once more while they respond to his greeting.

Xplode: Ok, Ok. Now calm down and let me get this out. I just have a few things to get off of my chest.

The fans begin to die down with the cheers as requested. Xplode paces the ring a bit, and begins to speak once more.

Xplode: 3 years ago, I would never have dreamed that I would be standing here like this, saying goodbye to you all. Here I am though and I have to say, this is harder than I thought it would be.

The crowd begins to chant “ONE MORE MATCH!” over and over as Xplode’s eyes begin to water up a bit.

Xplode: One thing I have always prided myself on is that I have played this game the way it was intended to be played since I first arrived here. I placed my career on the line and I intend to honor that bet. I assure you, this is the last time that I will stand in the ring again.

I could not go though without saying a few things to you all. Things that I should have said a long time ago, but never could find the words to fully express. First of all, I want to thank each and everyone of you who has been involved in my career. Three years ago, I entered the EUW as nothing more than “Oblivion’s little brother”. People looked at me as a jobber and nothing else. Well, I proved them all wrong now didn’t I?!

The fans scream once more now in response.

Xplode: When all was said and done, I have to say that I was able to piece together a pretty damn good career. If anyone needed a reason to never give up and defy the odds placed before them, then look no further than me. I can’t count how many people stood in my way on the road to championship gold, and yet it didn’t make one difference. None of that could have been possible without the help of you, the fans. Looking back, I can finally say that my legacy has been realized, and I can walk away without any regrets. With that being said, I want to thank the EUW for its support. I want to thank my closest friends back stage, Tom Roberts, Lincoln Daggerson, Warrior, Jack Bull, The Creep, Meltdown and Diabolik. These men were instrumental in helping to shape the man who see before you today. I want to thank the men whom I have teamed up with throughout the years, such as Mauricio Puzzo, JDV, Chris Sabora, King Carter and most recently Jack Bull. Together, we were able to create some of the most dominant tag teams that the company had ever seen. Lastly, I want to thank someone who I now realize helped shape my career more than anyone.. The current World Champion, Toby Hunter.

The fans immediately scream upon hearing the World Champion’s name! The place is absolutely chaotic!

JJ: Listen to that response!

Xplode: The two of us have battled one another for so long now that I can hardly remember anything else. Yet in the end, I want him to know that I thank him for pushing me to be the best that I was capable of being. If I learned anything in my time here it is that the best champions are the one’s that have had to work for it. The men who have given their own blood, sweat, and tears to wear that gold are the ones who truly deserved it and will be remembered for years to come. Who would have thought that a career like this would start with me knocking out my partner with a tag team championship belt?

The crowd begins to cheer once more, screaming “XPLODE, XPLODE, XPLODE!”

Xplode: Thank you. I have spent more time with you all throughout the last three years of my life than with my own family. So in essence, you all are my family. For this, I am thankful. I will leave you all now with a motto that I heard long ago, a motto that stuck with me throughout my years in the EUW. “A man is not measured by his own words, but by his actions instead.” I have lived this motto to the very letter, I hope to be remembered for that very reason.

The fans cheer loudly now as Xplode hands the microphone to John Walt! With a hand raised, Xplode smiles as he is pelted with cheers from the millions in attendance. Turning to face all 4 sides of the ring, Xplode gestures a goodbye to all around him, and then steps through the ring ropes and down to ringside.

JJ: You are looking at the Strategic Assassin for the very last time. Thank you for the memories, Jaden.

Creep: People will attempt to copy him, but he will never truly be imitated. Goodbye Xplode.

Walking up the ramp, Xplode turns and looks out at the fans. He then stops on the stage, taking one last look out at the arena as a tear begins to run down the side of his cheek. With the fans chanting “XPLODE, XPLODE, XPLODE!”, Xplode raises one fist in respect, and then exit’s the stage area and out of sight…

[Immanuel Taylor]

Mark Rivera Initial Interview: Dante Holly

An overhead view of EUW’s sworn protector, Dante Holly , being escorted by GM Rivera’s secretary, Melissa, to Rivera’s office. It doesn’t take them long to finally enter the office with Melissa taking the courtesy to utilize her intercom to inform Rivera of their arrival. After doing so, she signals to Dante to enter. Dante nods at her.

“My uttermost acknowledgments oh underpaid and passively attractive secretary. May the Eye of Agomotto show you the light.”

Melissa reluctantly nods with a confused expression as Dante turns towards the double doors and opens them both before entering, raising his chest to the sky and placing his arms on his waist. Rivera stares on with a blank expression. The double doors automatically close behind Dante Holly as Rivera leans back in his chair.

“Hello Dante, I’m not sure if we properly met in the past. I am Mark Rivera, General Manager of EUW”

“I am Dante Holly!” fervidly replies Dante with the same pose intact. “Protector of the innocent and nubile”

“Nubile?”

“I have been summoned here with a purpose in mind so speak, ho!”

Rivera stares on with a blank expression as Dante continues holding that superhero pose while staring up at the ceiling. Seconds of uncomfortable silence passes by as both men remain in their poses with Rivera relaxed in his chair while Dante retains his superhero pose. Eventually, Rivera sighs and goes to inititate the interview.

“I’d ask if you want a drink, Dante, but considering you haven’t a moved an inch since you got here I’m going to just cut ahead to the initial interview.”

“I have already consumed my daily amount of Chocolate Milk, oh conflicted Rivera. Let us get down to business”

“Of course, boy. Have a seat.” says Rivera as Dante declines, instead choosing to walk around the office and survey the surroundings. Rivera shakes his head and continues on with the interview. “Okay, as you may have heard, Dante, Evan Black has left the company following his defeat to you. You mind explaining to me why exactly you targeted Black since he got here?”

“Evan Black is the bringer of evil, Rivera. I will not allow a man such as Black spread his seeds of narcissistic corruption in the virgin hallways of EUW!” exclaims Dante as Rivera watches on bemusedly.

“So…you’d categorize yourself as the protector of EUW? And who exactly gave you that title?”

“The hand of Destiny, Rivera. ” replies Dante while placing his ear on the wall, checking to see if he can hear anything from the other side. Rivera tilts his head to see what Dante is doing and sighs in mystified contempt.

“Hmm….Dante, you have proven yourself to be an individual who cannot be placed under a leash. You are too volatile. I know you set the locker-room on fire and discharged a smoke grenade in Evan Black’s locker-room. I’d ask you why but honestly, I doubt your fragmented mind will be able to conjure up a logical response so I’m going to try something new with you. I want you to work for me, other than being an active wrestler in the ring.”

“What madness do you spew, Rivera?” immediately churns back Dante as he now faces Rivera.

“You want to protect the..uh..virgin hallways of EUW? Fine. That’s convenient and I want to assist you. I’ll give you a tip off, a name or two and I want you to use your ridiculously cunning detective skills to obtain whatever information you can. This is how things work here in EUW, Dante. It’s all about deals. I’ll let you do whatever unpredictable mumbo jumbo you perceive as heroic but in exchange I want it targeted towards targets I place. This way, you can continue to protect the innocent and nubile and I will be able to reap some benefits from you and your fragile mind.”

Dante doesn’t respond at first as seems to be squatting down on the floor. Rivera slightly stands up to get a clearer view on Dante, who now seems to be sniffing something. Rivera’s eyes widen as he realizes having a logical conversation is similar to flirting with a watermelon. Dante begins rubbing his chin.

“I sense the subtle art of manipulation, oh ambiguous Rivera.”

“Manipulation? Don’t be silly, boy. I’m offering a compromise towards you and your eccentric behavior and I expect you to fully take it…or find yourself discharged from EUW. I can’t have you running around playing Batman for no reason, I want something actually beneficial to come out of it.”

Dante returns to his standing position before raising his head upwards and reinstating his superhero pose. He senses something is not right here but for some reason he finds himself being reeled in by Rivera’s glaring eyes and promised well-intentions.

“Very well. Dante Holly will trust your intentions for spreading good around the virgin hallways of EUW. “

With the last shot of Dante Holly and Mark Rivera, the camera suddenly cuts to the inside of the arena where JJ and Creep are seated in their congruent seats along with their headsets placed on their respective heads.

JJ: So Creep, we are going to be approaching the main event in a short while. Do you have any reservations regarding the outcome of the match?

Creep: Reservations? Well, let’s see. We’ve got a Biker with three years of experience and a World Title around his shoulder going against a scrawny poet with an impressive winning streak.

JJ: Are you implying that Eddie Laurel’s winning streak is a product of luck?

Creep: Maybe not all of it but you cannot deny that Laurel took advantage of many aspects of his previous matches to secure the win, sometimes at the expense of playing unfairly. I mean, it’s definitely impressive how he was able to pick up a win against TITAN and bring upon himself a winning streak but streaks, similar to bones, are meant to be broken. And if one man is going to do so, I’m putting my money on the World Champion himself.

JJ: Speaking about the World Champion, I’m sure Hunter is still on fire from his title win over his brother. While the question of who will be challenging Hunter next is in question, the question of whether his title win has affected him seems to be answered. Hunter is still as focused as a blood-thirsty lion and Laurel will have to pull off every advantage he has tonight to take him out toni-

Creep: Wait a minute….

JJ: I’m not done, Creepy. As I said, Laurel will have to mentally prepare himself for….

Creep: JJ, shut up and look at the titantron…something weird is playing on it.

The camera, along with JJ, focus all the attention towards the Vengeance tron where a video package seems to be playing. Several technicians are present on the entrance ramp, attempting to figure out what the hell is going on thus signifying the actuality that the video package has not been sanctioned to be aired. Nonetheless, the cameras zoom in as the titantron video package begins to roll.

[Immanuel Taylor]

After the abrupt commercial break, initiated to cover up the effects of the eccentric Norse-like video that just aired, comes to an end we are taken to a close up shot of a deserted land. Buildings have been carelessly destroyed while countless debris and other types of so-called junk are littered all around the ground, emanating an apocalyptic theme to the entire scenery. The camera shot freezes and zooms out before what seems to be white text glosses over the screen What was once a video has now mutated into a lone poster image.

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The cameras cut back to the announcing table where the confused duo of Creep and JJ are shown in their usual positions with their usual set of headsets around their respective heads.

Creep: Well, ladies and gentlemen, the video that we just saw concerning what seems to be a bunch of anonymous Norse-like soldiers mutilating each other was....uh…unique to say the least.

JJ: Unique is a vastly misguided word, Creepy. It was violent and brutal and I think it has something to do with that Mug-epidemic that happened at the Special Edition.

Creep: Speaking about brutal, did you see the poster for Retribution? That was brutal and, yes folks, that is going to be our next PPV. On June 12th, we will be bringing you a taste of our brand of excessively violent professional wrestling.

JJ: No matches have been announced yet but rest assured that, just like Zero Tolerance, matches are going to be filling up the barren card. And on the topic of matches, let’s cut to the ring because its main event time!

The camera swirls around to the ring where John Walt, in his usual stance and posture, is present and ready to initiate the duties of his well-paying job. After the seemingly incessant screaming and yelling fro the crowd dies down, Walt takes a huge breath and proceeds to take a dive straight into the introductions.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following main event match is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under regular singular matchup rules.

"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.

John Walt: Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds and standing six foot one. Hailing from parts unknown, he is the currently undefeated Eddie Laurel.

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.
Suddenly, sounds of deep pounding motorcycles are heard backstage. As the camera zooms in on the entrance curtain, men all riding aboard black motorcycles come riding out. There are 6 of them. They drive down the ramp way, all garbed in black. Circling the ring 3 times, they stop and park their bikes. The devil's due log appears on the video screen above the entrance.

John Walt: And hailing from San Francisco, California! He is the World Champion……TOBY HUNTER!

"Rain" by Creed begins to play. The crowd jumps to their feet! Walking through the curtain is Toby. Looking up at the fans, he smiles a bit, recognizing the fan appreciation. He wears his black club vest proudly as he now looks down at his friends waiting for him at ringside from aboard their bikes. He then struts down the ramp way as millions of flashes are seen from the crowd. Sliding under the bottom rope, he walks to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs it, staring out into the sea of fans who chant loudly...

"OBLIVION, OBLIVION, OBLIVION!"

Nodding in respect, Toby jumps down from the buckle. His friends begin to drive back up the ramp wand out of sight as Toby removes his vest, preparing for the match to begin while staring down Eddie Laurel out of interest rather than hatred. The music fades out.

Toby is removing the belt from his waist in the corner while his music is still playing, but Eddie catches Toby off guard lunging on top of him and unleashing multiple kicks and punches on Toby. The ref tries to stop Eddie but he eventually gives up and rings the bell officially starting the match. Eddie forces Toby onto his left knee and Eddie removes the title belt from his waist and tosses it toward the ref, he follows that up giving Toby a few stiff kicks to the lower back of Toby.

JJ: Toby wasn't even ready, c'mon refs.

Creep: There is no honor in the ring double J, Eddie knows that Toby out classes him and he's trying to gain an early advantage. Smart move by Eddie Laurel. A two time champ like Toby should have saw that coming.

Eddie continues to pound on the back of Toby wearing him down. Eddie stops the onslaught and runs toward the ropes bouncing off them and heading toward Toby like a missile. Toby see's Eddie coming and tries to counter with a hard clothesline but Eddie ducks and continues to run toward the ropes gaining more speed. Eddie jumps onto the middle rope and leaps off them like a slingshot toward Toby who catches him in midair.

Toby tries to counter with a spine-buster but Eddie pounds Toby's head with some vicious elbows causing him to flinch, Eddie leaps up and places his legs between Toby's head and he twists around slamming Toby head first into the mat with a hurracanrana. Toby rolls forward from the impact before falling on his back, Eddie hooks the leg while the crowd is going nuts, 1..Toby kicks out at the exact moment the ref slaps the mat for the second time. Eddie gets up and starts to stomp on Toby wearing him down.

JJ: Good start for Eddie Laurel, not the kind of start Toby wanted I imagine.

Creep: Eddie has been on a tear for the last couple of weeks. That Eddie Laurel, he's so hot right now, Laurel!!!

Eddie stomps Toby while he crawls on the ground trying to regain his senses, he stops the attacks and jumps into the air trying to hit Toby with a falling knee but Toby rolls out of the way in a nick of time and Eddie hits the mat hard clutching his knee and rolling across the mat in pain. Eddie quickly gets up though but Toby is ready and waiting and Toby gets his revenge unleashing a barrage of left and right hooks to the face of Laurel.

The crowd gets behind Toby chanting his name while he hammers away at Laurel's head. He keeps up the momentum grabbing Laurel's left arm and tossing him into the ring corner with a Irish whip. Toby runs toward Eddie who hangs in the corner but Eddie counters by sticking both feet into the air and nailing Toby in the face, he flinches for a few seconds and Eddie tries to capitalize with a quick flying clothesline from the top turnbuckle but Toby catches Eddie in the air and slams him to the mat with a vicious spinebuster.

JJ: HOLY ****

Toby immediately goes for a three count, 1..2..Eddie kicks out moments before the ref slaps the mat for the third time. The crowd is still going nuts while Toby slowly gets up.

Creep: I knew it was all an act. Toby was playing Eddie the whole time, but he won't get an oscar with that performance.

JJ: Great comeback by Toby, Eddie tried to get a quick advantage but Toby completely turned it around. This match has only just begun.

Toby casually pulls Eddie back to his feet, he gives Laurel a shot to the head and the stomach before sending him into a turnbuckle with an irish whip. Eddie hits the turnbuckle hard nearly flipping backwards but he hangs on. Toby moves close to Eddie and begins to wear him down with a few backhand chops to the chest of Eddie. Toby pulls the dazed Eddie from the ring corner and directs him to the center of the ring and quickly follows that up twisting Eddie's arm and giving him a vicious arm drag. He gives Eddie a few hard knees to the stomach and he follows that up putting Eddie into a headlock and slamming him into the mat with a textbook classic DDT. Toby hooks the leg going for another three count, 1..2..once again Eddie kicks out moments before the third count.

JJ: Toby cannot bring Eddie down.

Creep: He may be in the drivers seat now but he needs to end this match soon. Eddie is a cutthroat double J.

Hunter decides to end everything by stalking the rising Eddie Laurel. As soon as Laurel makes it up to his feet, Hunter charges with ferocity and nearly decapitates Laurel’s head off. Nearly as in Eddie ducks, jumps on Hunter’s back, and after helping him collide with the ropes, rolls him back into a roll-up pinfall. Hunter has no time to react.

One…..Two…..Thr- last second kickout by the champion, who was caught offguard by Laurel’s ingenious rollup maneuver.

Both men find themselves rising up but the World Champion, now irritated and agitated, makes it only to his knees before he starts dishing out punches and fists like it’s the end of the world. Laurel has no time to react as Hunter’s fist crashes into his gut as he stands up. Hunter then rises up while simultaneously aiming for Laurel’s face, pulling off a vicious right hook. Hunter then elbows the side of Laurel’s face twice before following it up with a headbutt, causing Laurel to fall backwards on the ropes and stumble toward the middle of the ring. Hunter then pulls off The Full Throttle out of nowhere, before hooking Eddie’s leg for the pinfall.

One….Two….Three!

JJ: What the hell was that? Hunter just unleashed hell on Laurel’s body,

Creep: Guess you shouldn’t irritate a World Champion.

The ring bell emanates wildly as “Rain” by Creed blares through the speakers. Hunter, breathing wildly, takes a look at Eddie’s brusied up face and momentarily regrets losing control of himself in a such manner. He makes it up to his feet as the referee hands him his title belt.

John Walt: Here is your winner of the match via pinfall…..the EUW World Champion Toby Hunter!

Hunter holds the World Title high up as he continues to catch his breath. Suddenly, he notices Rivera peering from the large wall-like window of his office. This week’s edition of Saturday Night Vengeance ends with both Hunter and Rivera staring down one another, indicating that what is to come in the following weeks will be nothing short of a flesh storm of chaos. This is the beginning of the Rivera Regime.

THIS HAS BEEN AN EUW PRODUCTION

Thanks to....

JDV/Creep
All who RPed and contributed and are with us

(Considering it is really late around here (and I'm half-asleep), I’ll construct and post the card for the next show once I wake up in a mere few hours.)

[Immanuel Taylor]

After the abrupt commercial break, initiated to cover up the effects of the eccentric Norse-like video that just aired, comes to an end we are taken to a close up shot of a deserted land. Buildings have been carelessly destroyed while countless debris and other types of so-called junk are littered all around the ground, emanating an apocalyptic theme to the entire scenery. The camera shot freezes and zooms out before what seems to be white text glosses over the screen What was once a video has now mutated into a lone poster image.

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The cameras cut back to the announcing table where the confused duo of Creep and JJ are shown in their usual positions with their usual set of headsets around their respective heads.

Creep: Well, ladies and gentlemen, the video that we just saw concerning what seems to be a bunch of anonymous Norse-like soldiers mutilating each other was....uh…unique to say the least.

JJ: Unique is a vastly misguided word, Creepy. It was violent and brutal and I think it has something to do with that Mug-epidemic that happened at the Special Edition.

Creep: Speaking about brutal, did you see the poster for Retribution? That was brutal and, yes folks, that is going to be our next PPV. On June 12th, we will be bringing you a taste of our brand of excessively violent professional wrestling.

JJ: No matches have been announced yet but rest assured that, just like Zero Tolerance, matches are going to be filling up the barren card. And on the topic of matches, let’s cut to the ring because its main event time!

The camera swirls around to the ring where John Walt, in his usual stance and posture, is present and ready to initiate the duties of his well-paying job. After the seemingly incessant screaming and yelling fro the crowd dies down, Walt takes a huge breath and proceeds to take a dive straight into the introductions.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following main event match is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under regular singular matchup rules.

"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.

John Walt: Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds and standing six foot one. Hailing from parts unknown, he is the currently undefeated Eddie Laurel.

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.
Suddenly, sounds of deep pounding motorcycles are heard backstage. As the camera zooms in on the entrance curtain, men all riding aboard black motorcycles come riding out. There are 6 of them. They drive down the ramp way, all garbed in black. Circling the ring 3 times, they stop and park their bikes. The devil's due log appears on the video screen above the entrance.

John Walt: And hailing from San Francisco, California! He is the World Champion……TOBY HUNTER!

"Rain" by Creed begins to play. The crowd jumps to their feet! Walking through the curtain is Toby. Looking up at the fans, he smiles a bit, recognizing the fan appreciation. He wears his black club vest proudly as he now looks down at his friends waiting for him at ringside from aboard their bikes. He then struts down the ramp way as millions of flashes are seen from the crowd. Sliding under the bottom rope, he walks to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs it, staring out into the sea of fans who chant loudly...

"OBLIVION, OBLIVION, OBLIVION!"

Nodding in respect, Toby jumps down from the buckle. His friends begin to drive back up the ramp wand out of sight as Toby removes his vest, preparing for the match to begin while staring down Eddie Laurel out of interest rather than hatred. The music fades out.

Toby is removing the belt from his waist in the corner while his music is still playing, but Eddie catches Toby off guard lunging on top of him and unleashing multiple kicks and punches on Toby. The ref tries to stop Eddie but he eventually gives up and rings the bell officially starting the match. Eddie forces Toby onto his left knee and Eddie removes the title belt from his waist and tosses it toward the ref, he follows that up giving Toby a few stiff kicks to the lower back of Toby.

JJ: Toby wasn't even ready, c'mon refs.

Creep: There is no honor in the ring double J, Eddie knows that Toby out classes him and he's trying to gain an early advantage. Smart move by Eddie Laurel. A two time champ like Toby should have saw that coming.

Eddie continues to pound on the back of Toby wearing him down. Eddie stops the onslaught and runs toward the ropes bouncing off them and heading toward Toby like a missile. Toby see's Eddie coming and tries to counter with a hard clothesline but Eddie ducks and continues to run toward the ropes gaining more speed. Eddie jumps onto the middle rope and leaps off them like a slingshot toward Toby who catches him in midair.

Toby tries to counter with a spine-buster but Eddie pounds Toby's head with some vicious elbows causing him to flinch, Eddie leaps up and places his legs between Toby's head and he twists around slamming Toby head first into the mat with a hurracanrana. Toby rolls forward from the impact before falling on his back, Eddie hooks the leg while the crowd is going nuts, 1..Toby kicks out at the exact moment the ref slaps the mat for the second time. Eddie gets up and starts to stomp on Toby wearing him down.

JJ: Good start for Eddie Laurel, not the kind of start Toby wanted I imagine.

Creep: Eddie has been on a tear for the last couple of weeks. That Eddie Laurel, he's so hot right now, Laurel!!!

Eddie stomps Toby while he crawls on the ground trying to regain his senses, he stops the attacks and jumps into the air trying to hit Toby with a falling knee but Toby rolls out of the way in a nick of time and Eddie hits the mat hard clutching his knee and rolling across the mat in pain. Eddie quickly gets up though but Toby is ready and waiting and Toby gets his revenge unleashing a barrage of left and right hooks to the face of Laurel.

The crowd gets behind Toby chanting his name while he hammers away at Laurel's head. He keeps up the momentum grabbing Laurel's left arm and tossing him into the ring corner with a Irish whip. Toby runs toward Eddie who hangs in the corner but Eddie counters by sticking both feet into the air and nailing Toby in the face, he flinches for a few seconds and Eddie tries to capitalize with a quick flying clothesline from the top turnbuckle but Toby catches Eddie in the air and slams him to the mat with a vicious spinebuster.

JJ: HOLY ****

Toby immediately goes for a three count, 1..2..Eddie kicks out moments before the ref slaps the mat for the third time. The crowd is still going nuts while Toby slowly gets up.

Creep: I knew it was all an act. Toby was playing Eddie the whole time, but he won't get an oscar with that performance.

JJ: Great comeback by Toby, Eddie tried to get a quick advantage but Toby completely turned it around. This match has only just begun.

Toby casually pulls Eddie back to his feet, he gives Laurel a shot to the head and the stomach before sending him into a turnbuckle with an irish whip. Eddie hits the turnbuckle hard nearly flipping backwards but he hangs on. Toby moves close to Eddie and begins to wear him down with a few backhand chops to the chest of Eddie. Toby pulls the dazed Eddie from the ring corner and directs him to the center of the ring and quickly follows that up twisting Eddie's arm and giving him a vicious arm drag. He gives Eddie a few hard knees to the stomach and he follows that up putting Eddie into a headlock and slamming him into the mat with a textbook classic DDT. Toby hooks the leg going for another three count, 1..2..once again Eddie kicks out moments before the third count.

JJ: Toby cannot bring Eddie down.

Creep: He may be in the drivers seat now but he needs to end this match soon. Eddie is a cutthroat double J.

Hunter decides to end everything by stalking the rising Eddie Laurel. As soon as Laurel makes it up to his feet, Hunter charges with ferocity and nearly decapitates Laurel’s head off. Nearly as in Eddie ducks, jumps on Hunter’s back, and after helping him collide with the ropes, rolls him back into a roll-up pinfall. Hunter has no time to react.

One…..Two…..Thr- last second kickout by the champion, who was caught offguard by Laurel’s ingenious rollup maneuver.

Both men find themselves rising up but the World Champion, now irritated and agitated, makes it only to his knees before he starts dishing out punches and fists like it’s the end of the world. Laurel has no time to react as Hunter’s fist crashes into his gut as he stands up. Hunter then rises up while simultaneously aiming for Laurel’s face, pulling off a vicious right hook. Hunter then elbows the side of Laurel’s face twice before following it up with a headbutt, causing Laurel to fall backwards on the ropes and stumble toward the middle of the ring. Hunter then pulls off The Full Throttle out of nowhere, before hooking Eddie’s leg for the pinfall.

One….Two….Three!

JJ: What the hell was that? Hunter just unleashed hell on Laurel’s body,

Creep: Guess you shouldn’t irritate a World Champion.

The ring bell emanates wildly as “Rain” by Creed blares through the speakers. Hunter, breathing wildly, takes a look at Eddie’s brusied up face and momentarily regrets losing control of himself in a such manner. He makes it up to his feet as the referee hands him his title belt.

John Walt: Here is your winner of the match via pinfall…..the EUW World Champion Toby Hunter!

Hunter holds the World Title high up as he continues to catch his breath. Suddenly, he notices Rivera peering from the large wall-like window of his office. This week’s edition of Saturday Night Vengeance ends with both Hunter and Rivera staring down one another, indicating that what is to come in the following weeks will be nothing short of a flesh storm of chaos. This is the beginning of the Rivera Regime.

THIS HAS BEEN AN EUW PRODUCTION

Thanks to....

JDV/Creep
All who RPed and contributed and are with us

(Considering it is really late around here (and I'm half-asleep), I’ll construct and post the card for the next show once I wake up in a mere few hours.)