EUW Presents: Retribution 2010!

[Immanuel Taylor]

A fading intro opening, something that has become an unspoken tradition in terms of introduction regarding EUW’s shows, introduces us to the first officially visible shot of Retribution. Naturally, it is an extremely vast yet inclusive shot of Mark Rivera’s face. His geographic position in respect to that of the Vengeance Dome is being tucked safely in his lucrative office alongside the remaining members of The Council.

"Gentlemen…." begins Rivera, leaning back on his flawlessly eye-grabbing leather chair as Chris Sabora, Marcus Puzzo, TITAN and Brett Cross stand opposite to his desk with a measurable distance between each of them. "Tonight is the night. Each one of you possesses a match, all singles, and I expect to see each of you emerge victorious. Now the reason I called for this little meeting before the show is because I wanted to talk to you about your behavior in front of the cameras. We've all discussed the ideology of Public Perception and how you all have to try extra hard to appear as sane and professional individuals in front of the cameras. Well tonight is not like any other night. Tonight's the PPV, Retribution.”


TITAN yawns in his space as Marcus Puzzo stands uptight, trying to paying attention but failing at that. Sabora doesn’t seem to be utilizing the simple function of moving at least one muscle in his body as he stands there in a posture similar to that of a brick wall. Cross seems to be the only one standing professionally and listening to everything Rivera says. EUW’s General Manager continues on.

“Tonight, I’m not going to sit here and ponder whether TITAN is going to kill someone in the ring or whether Sabora is going to experience a mental breakdown tonight. No. Tonight. I am going to lean back and relish in the thought that each one of you is smart enough to know tonight’s importance and to know that he has and will behave in front of the cameras. You see, we’re dealing with deception but not self-deception. You gentlemen may be unbalanced or even animalistic in your natural responses but you are not dumb. You are fully aware of the perks of your positions, the same positions I’ve given you, and the tremendous responsibility that comes with it. So play nice when the cameras roll, my friends. And if you have a hard time keeping yourselves under control, then just remember my face.”


With his final words, along with an artificial smile, Rivera raises his glass of champagne to his fellow council members, all holding similar glasses, and takes a sip. Cross, holding a large mug instead, takes a huge swag from it as Marcus takes a sip from his glass. TITAN seems completely disinterested and instead places his glass on Rivera’s desk on his way out. Sabora too disposes of his champagne glass in a similar manner and makes his way out of the office. Marcus makes sure to finish his before exiting as Cross raises his mug to Rivera, who responds by raising his glass once again.

“It’s good to be king, eh?”

“No Brett.” responds Rivera with a smile before taking a gulp out of his glass as he diverts his eyes to the huge window in his office, the same window overlooking the ring and the entire entrance stage. Rivera takes in the view as he widely smiles.

“It’s great to be king.”

The cameras open up to a rally of fireworks, assaulting the delicate stage of the Vengeance Dome. The crowd, very unusual and eccentric in their dedication to EUW, begins bouncing up and down in union with the glittering atmosphere of tonight. The fans themselves are fully aware that tonight isn’t an episode of Saturday Night Vengeance. It’s the night that comes once every two months, it’s the night of Retribution, it’s live Pay Per View night

The cameras spin around, always attempting to understand the frenzy of the EUW fans and always subsequently failing, before settling on the dynamic duo of JJ and Creep. Both men, even Creepy, seem to be attired in tuxedos.

Creep: Bam! We’re on!

JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to RETRIBUTION! This is JJ, alongside none other than Creepy and we would like to welcome you to yet another edition of our Bi-Monthly PPV. And what a show we’ve got. Creepy, why don’t you give us the rundown of tonight’s events.

Creep: Well, let’s start from the core and move backwards to the outer-shell. In our main event, we have none other than the World Champion himself Toby Hunter defending his title against “The Machine” Chris Sabora. What’s interesting is that Hunter was recently arrested for assault and battery. Surprisingly enough, he was able to make bail and will be appearing later tonight. Now the interesting part is how this all is going to affect Toby Hunter’s focus.

JJ: Good observation there, Creepy. Ever since Rivera became the General Manager, Hunter has been under a great deal of stress. And just two weeks ago, on the SnV before this PPV, he was in a hellacious match with Brett Cross and was driven through a thick wooden table. Now put that along with the fact that his biker buddies can’t enter the Vengeance Dome, his aforementioned arrest, and the insane fact that he is facing Sabora the Submission Machine in a Submissions match…..well, that’s a lot of obstacles for Hunter to overcome at once.

Creep: And whether Hunter does overcome them or not will be made clear tonight. Speaking of clarity, we’ll finally see who the better Puzzo is tonight when we get to the one on one grudge match between the Puzzos. And in order to ensure the feud will be ended, GM Rivera has instated a special guest referee to officiate the match.

JJ: And on the topic of finally ending grudges, we’re also going to see the end of the infamous Ludvak/TITAN rivalry. Two men, both giants, have been going at it for a short period of time but what’s really fascinating is that the feud managed to become violent and vile in that short period of time. Well tonight, the feud is going to come in a bloody conclusion in the first ever Ullr’s Brawl match.

Creep: For those of you who haven’t brushed up recently on your Norse Mythology history, Ullr was the God of Duel and thus this match is going to be more of a final duel rather than a good ole fashioned wrestling match. And this of course leads us to the final match. Cross and Laurel. Perhaps the only one without a violent feud behind it. Rivera, well aware of Laurel’s reputation as a strategic wrestler, decided to put his skills in action against the returned Brett Cross. Laurel has been able to trick TITAN into defeat but will the same happen with Cross?

JJ: And of course, our opening contest. Unfortunately, our so-called “Mysterious Debuting Superstar” failed to show up. Due to that, he has been automatically forfeited from the match and the victory goes to Dante Holly.

Creep: I kinda feel bad for Holly, not having the chance to wrestle in the PPV due to someone else’s fuckup. Oh well, the show must go on and according to what we’ve been told shortly before the cameras switched on, General Manager Mark Rivera is seeking to make an announcement…right now!

The camera twirls around to the ring before zooming in on the well-dressed and emotionally prepared John Walt, clad in his tuxedo and signature smile.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring EUW’s General Manager….Mark Rivera!

“Here I Go Again” by Whitesnake blares through the speakers as the crowd rises to its feet, completely consumed by the deceptive “good guy” image Rivera has created for himself. The audience erupts in cheers and screams as Rivera appears from the backstage area, raising his arms and giving everyone a “Thumbs Up” signal. Rivera strolls down the entrance ramp as the crowd seems to be failing at controlling their enthusiasm. If there’s one thing EUW is renowned for, its their energy-crazed, adrenaline-pumped attitude.

Rivera makes it down to the ring as he repositions his velvet green silk tie, expensive of course, and rolls into the ring before shaking Walt’s hand, both men smiling and nodding to each other. Rivera’s flawless professional façade is in full motion as the crowd, along with the millions watching from the comfort of their homes, appears to be reacting positively towards Rivera’s unknowingly artificial considerate personality.

“Thank you, John” humbly mutters Rivera, clear enough into the microphone for everyone to hear. Rivera then takes in the view of the thousands of EUW fans situated in the audience cluster. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to EUW’s official second Pay Per View since the January 15th opening. Welcome…to….RETRIBUTION!”

The crowd erupts in cheers, as they have been indirectly trained to do, while Rivera holds on to that flawless artificial smile of his.

Creep: Bloody hell, I haven’t seen the crowd cheer for someone like that for someone in a long time.

JJ: Yeah, looks like Rivera’s popularity has soared with the fickle public in the past weeks. It seems everyone has forgotten Rivera embezzled funds from this fed and nearly got jailed for it.

Creep: Come on JJ, don’t be a wanker. The man came back saying he wants redemption and he worked hard for it.

JJ: Well Creep, you know what they say about the past. You might be done and away from it, but it’s not done with you. Let’s just see what Rivera’s announcement is about.

Rivera walks around the ring, allowing the audience to let off their very odd enthusiasm for this company. Eventually, the cheers settle down and Rivera takes his bite.

"Now I'd like to personally apologize for the cancellation of our opening match this evening. It seems the appropriately titled "Mysterious Debuting Superstar" has failed to live up to the second portion of his name. While this superstar's presence has been guaranteed yet ultimately abortive, I can guarantee the arrival of two former EUW superstars. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, Retribution will be the home of the return of two of EUW's most unique superstars!"

The crowd erupts in cheers just as they are expected to. A possibly mentally ill member of the audience starts barking and panting, apparently overwhelmed with the excitement and enthusiasm. Rivera smiles and nods professionally to the ridiculously supportive crowd before continuing on.

"Now these returning superstars will also double with other positions. One of my personal goals is to bridge the gap between EUW superstars and backstage duties. You see, I don't want the Vengeance Dome to just be a workplace for the courageous superstars. I want it to be part of them and I want them to be part of it. So out of those two aforementioned returning superstars, one will be revealed later on tonight, along with his position, while the other will be revealed….right now! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…..EUW's official Spokesman Kid Luck!"

"Enae Volare Mezzo" by Era blares through the speakers. When the music hits, the lights go out in the arena. After five seconds, they come on in a vivid blue colour as Kid Luck walks onto the stage with an arrogant grin on his face. Behind him appears to be two of his accomplices, Big Dave and Zack Cornell. All three men stroll down the ramp and eventually roll into the ring.

Creep: Kid fucking Luck!

JJ: Hmmm…can't remember who he was.

Creep: Oh come on JJ, you're getting too old for this job. Luck was this uber-cool superstar here. I mean, the guy's a bit of a dick but his return here is nothing short of momentous.

All three men take turns shaking Rivera's hand as the crowd cheers on perpetually, some recalling Luck from his TV show. Mr. Luck respectfully takes the microphone from Rivera and turns to the cheering fans, who were out of their seats to view a new change for the Rivera Regime. Luck nods at them.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, your Ace of Spades has just been dealt."

The fans let loose a loud cheer, but went quiet as Luck raised the microphone back to his lips

"No longer do I have to hide under the moniker of Maynard Hetfield, because this man!"

Luck points at Mark Rivera

"This man, this awesome man!, gave me a second chance to be YOUR EUW Spokesman! No longer am I dwelling as a bottom feeder below your radar, no, I am back on camera, and you better believe that the Rivera Regime is going to get a whole lot better with people like me and others using our silver tongues to bring you the best product!"

The crowd gets to its feet, bursting into a round of loud cheers

"That reaction! That is what I came back for!"

The crowd keeps cheering, even as Luck raises the microphone again before walking to the nearest turnbuckle and climbing to the 2nd rope, looking at the fans.

"I'm back and I am not an enemy to you guys! I am here to make sure this company is always at the top! Rivera has always kept EUW at the top, and on the shoulders of his wonderful Regime, we will keep it there, for every single last one of you!"

Luck jumps down and walks over to his two flanking men. The largest one, known as Dave Markinson, put his hands on Lucks shoulders as he raised the microphone up

"Me, him, and this guy"

Luck points to the smallest of his small entourage, Zack Cornell.

"We're here for the Rivera Regime, and with me as Spokesman, the world is going to sit up and pay close attention to us, and as for the other companies who want a share in the wrestling market? Well, you've just ran out of luck!"

The crowd lets loose another loud, bellowing cheer as Luck walks over to Rivera and handing him the microphone, shaking his hand gratefully and bowing his head, giving a wide grin. Rivera and Luck shake hands once again, this time the camera getting a freeze frame shot of it.

JJ: Ladies and gentlemen, it seems one half of Rivera's announcement has been reveled and the second half is yet to be shown. Kid Luck is back and he's the official EUW Spokesman.

Creep: And the question remains, Double J, who's the other guy and what is his position going to be?


(Note: Regarding the opening match, I had to cancel it because the “Mysterious Debuting Superstar” hasn’t signed in for a week. Even though Dante deserved to have a written win over him, it didn’t make sense to debut him for one night only and then discard him. So my apologies to Dante for this, but he has officially won by forfeit.)

[Immanuel Taylor]

The camera circles the ring, revealing the recently lowered steel cage in preparation for the Ullr's Brawl match. Its moderately sized yet formidable structure completely isolates the ring from the rest of the arena with the exception of the small steel cage door that is soon to be locked with a thick chain. For now, it seems to be widely opened long enough for the two competitors to enter this hellish match. The match to finish the hellish feud between TITAN and Count Ludvak. One of the cameras present inside the structure, possibly the only one, zooms in on John Walt and the referee inside the structure.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen…it is now time for the Ullr's Brawl Match! The rules of this match are simple. Think of it as a deadly marriage between a Last Man Standing match and a Steel Cage match. The way to win this match is through the Last Man Standing regulations, knocking your opponent down on the canvas hard enough to ensure his immobility for ten seconds. The steel cage has been added to ensure that the match will be restricted between the two competitors with no interference whatsoever.


"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. Standing just behind him are Dionisie, Dumitri, and Radu. Both Dionisie and Dumitri are serious and not moving much, but Radu is much bouncier. They all begin approaching the ring, in step with the music.

John Walt: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and thirty eight pounds and standing seven foot three. He is Count Ludvak!

Ludvak reaches the ring, slowly going up the steps and carefully going through the front door as his followers stay outside of the cage. Ludvak stands inside the cage. The followers, on the outside, simply glare into the crowd, though Radu shouts on occasion.

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: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds and standing six foot seven. He is a member of the Council….he is TITAN!

The crowd responds loudly as TITAN walks down the ramp way, smirking as he does so. He immediately gets in a confrontation with Ludvak’s followers, especially Radu, whom he winks at and blows a kiss due to Radu’s feminine attire. TITAN enters the steel structure just as John Walt leaves. The referee immediately closes the door once Walt leaves and TITAN enters, before locking it with a padlock.

JJ: And this is it. The feud between Ludvak and TITAN, one that’s turned ugly and personal in an abnormally short period of time, will be settled tonight in the Ullr’s brawl match. Creepy, your thoughts on this?

Creep: Less stalling and more fighting. It’s time to decide who walks out of this feud as the victor and who walks out as the victim of a sadistic beating.


The ring bell instantaneously emanates as both giants stand face to face, completely mesmerized by the other’s presence. Suddenly TITAN widely grins and screams “LET’S GO, YOU FUCK” before leaping towards the freak of nature with a clothesline, knocking him back into the cage. TITAN viciously knees Ludvak before grabbing his face and driving it backwards into the steel structure. Ludvak suddenly shoots his arm upward, driving his fingers into TITAN’s throat. The monstrous TITAN reacts by thrashing backwards in response to the move’s suddenness.

Ludvak goes for a big boot but TITAN grabs his foot mid-maneuver and twirls him around before slamming him into the steel cage. TITAN then immediately locks in a Spinebuster-esque position on Ludvak before repeatedly slamming him into the cage before twisting around and pulling off a spinebuster into the middle of the mat. TITAN, not letting go of Ludvak’s body, makes it back to his feet with his arms still wrapped around Ludvak’s body, before ramming him again into the steel cage.

This time, however, Ludvak reacts with a headbutt followed by four more. TITAN eventually lets go of his grip and stumbles backwards. Ludvak lets out a piercing shriek before grabbing TITAN by his throat and literally flinging him across the ring and into the steel cage.

Creep: Bloody Hell….

JJ: Whoa!

Creep: The fuck was that? How does Ludvak do that? He just flung TITAN across the ring like he was a rag dog.

JJ: Ludvak’s definitely the weirdest superstar here. It’s like he has this source of energy and strength that he taps into from time to time

Creep: Like a fucking vampire. That’s what vampires do. One second they’re getting their asses handed to them and then they’re suddenly leaping on clock towers and shit like that.

The crowd reacts in awe as TITAN’s body drips down the steel structure. Apparently hitting his head hard, TITAN ends up momentarily immobile. The referee gets in position to count. Ludvak’s followers also begin climbing the cage seemingly intent on getting a better view of the match and their master’s presence in it. The referee’s count reaches a three when TITAN suddenly starts getting up. He makes it to his feet while holding his head and ostensibly smiling.

“That all you got, you fucking shit stain?” screams TITAN, not worried about being professional or polite. Both TITAN and Ludvak leap towards one another with TITAN being able to nail an elbow to Ludvak’s chin while Ludvak nails a big boot to TITAN’s gut. “What’s with the fucking big boots, asshole?” whispers TITAN into Ludvak’s ear before kneeing him in the gut and then pulling off a Rib Breaker. TITAN follows it up with another rib breaker, this time adding more damage and then converting it into a Fallaway Slam. Ludvak slams into the cage and TITAN, eager to introduce him to more pain, ends up stopping and staring upwards at the top of the opened steel cage where Ludvak’s followers are literally sitting on the edge, watching the match. All three of them are sitting on three corners of the cage, watching the match and focusing in on TITAN.

“What are you waiting for?” smoothly yet loudly says TITAN at the three followers. “COME AND GET ME!”

JJ: Oh no

Creep: Oh fuck yeah

Suddenly, as if the gates of hell have opened, all three of Ludvak’s followers leap down on TITAN. The camera pans to Mark Rivera, watching from his office window, as he shakes his head in disbelief at what TITAN has done, challenging the followers to a fight. The referee’s count for Ludvak reaches a two . The first follower, Raku, lands straight on TITAN and gets promptly impaled to the mat as TITAN easily flings him off. TITAN then literally steps on his nekc before muttering “Faggot” , obviously directed at Raku’s flamboyant attire. Elsewhere in the ring, the referee’s count for Ludvak reaches a Five . The remaining two followers double team TITAN, getting him on the ground. TITAN screams “Fucking cockaroaches” just as he is brought down to the ground.

Ludvak rises just as the followers begin pounding their fists into TITAN’s face. TITAN is able to grab one of them by the corner of their mouth before pulling downwards. Ludvak screams “ENOUGH” as the followers instantly back off and Ludvak approaches the rising TITAN, who seems to be groggy from the double team up and the subsequent punches. Ludvak proceeds to grab TITAN and lock him in the “Blood Drinker”, his signature submission maneuver.

Ludvak’s followers seem to be perfectly still, not wanting to disrupt their masters’ command. Suddenly, a slew of security guards rush out from backstage. They charge to the steel cage just as the referee opens the steel chain locked cell door. The security guards proceed to enter and physically force the two conscious Ludvak followers, opposed to the unconscious Raku, to leave the cage. Ludvak nods at them both and they calmly leave the ring while Raku is dragged out. The camera spans back to Ludvak, who has TITAN in a submission move in a match that requires you to KO your opponent to win. The steel cage door is chained closed as the referee stands over Ludvak and TITAN, confused at Ludvak’s strategy.

TITAN doesn’t seem to mind the pain he’s going through and, similar to the referee, is confused at why exactly Ludvak is using a submission move. Suddenly, Ludvak’s intentions become crystal clear. He opens his mouth and, with a great appetite to fill, takes a huge bite into TITAN’s neck. The same side he bit a month ago in the Six Pack Challenge. The same bite that started this whole feud.

JJ: Ah! That’s freaking disgusting!

Creep: And one hell of away to win a last man standing match! I think that’s Ludvak’s strategy in the match. Bleed TITAN dry until he loses unconscious. Got to give the man props for creativity.

JJ: Creativity? If only we had a test to prove he is human. That would clea…..wait a minute, what’s wrong with TITAN.

Creep: …..is it me or are TITAN’s eyes bloody red?

The camera focuses in on TITAN, who seems to be reacting to the pain of Ludvak’s bite in an eccentric manner. He’s not screaming, he’s not in tears, he seems to be overcome with….nostalgia. The excruciating, inhumane pain of the first time Ludvak bit him seems to be coming back to TITAN as his eyes become redder by the second. Suddenly, TITAN lets out a horrific shriek and proceeds to pry Ludvak’s hands off him before shoving his head away, along with his teeth out of the skin of his neck.

Ludvak lands on his butt and rises up solemnly. TITAN, now overcome with insanity, spears Ludvak to the steel cage before relentlessly punching and kneeing him. TITAN irish whips Ludvak into the cage before running and spearing him in the back and thus into the cage again. TITAN, quiet yet temporarily insane, seems to have broken the bonds of his medicine. Those little pills that have been keeping him under control seem to have been drained out by Ludvak’s bite. TITAN continues bashing Ludvak’s head in the steel cage before pulling off a High Lifting Belly-to-Belly Suplex.

Ludvak lies motionless on the mat as the referee begins his count. He reaches three when TITAN, holding the bruise on his neck, suddenly sits on top of Ludvak. He then opens Ludvak’s mouth and, searching for the specific front tooth that bit him, he proceeds to grab a hold of it and pull it out as soon as he finds it.

JJ: Ah!

Creep: That’s bloody disgusting. Looks like TITAN’s getting revenge on that bite by literally pulling out Ludvak’s teeth or, more specifically, the tooth that bit him.

JJ: Ah!

Creep: Man, you need to toughen up JJ. Seriously.

Ludvak resists by attempting to bite TITAN’s hand off but TITAN quickly pulls out his hand before grabbing Ludvak by the head and slamming his head into the mat over and over. TITAN then drags him to the cage and places his head on the steel structure, allowing it to lie peacefully on the steel, before kicking it into that very same spot of steel. Ludvak’s whole body shakes before he literally stops moving. TITAN drags him to the center of the ring before picking him up and nailing The Devastator. He does it a full three times as Ludvak’s body goes limp.

The referee gets in position over Ludvak’s body and starts the count. He makes it to seven when Ludvak starts rising.

“Stay the fuck down, you freak of nature!” shrieks TITAN, whose entire left side of his neck seems to be covered with blood. Before TITAN can do anything, Ludvak manages to slightly get up before falling on his back and completely passing out. The referee proceeds to make it to Ten before calling for the bell to be rung and the cage to be raised.

JJ: Thank god this match is over.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the match via KO…..TITAN!

“St. Anger” by Metallica blares through the speakers as TITAN stumbles on his feet, feeling the effects of the blood loss due to Ludvak’s bite. He falls on his knees but is able to stare at the fallen body of Ludvak and, with a huge grin, screams “I win, asshole”


The feed cuts backstage to reveal one of EUW's newest stars, Charlie, wearing his large fur coat, reclining in a chair and reading a book. However, unlike your average human being, Charlie is sitting with a car battery connected to his pale feet and a lightbulb in his mouth providing the illumination he needs in the otherwise dark room. His pale skin seems to crackle with the electrical currents passing through his body, and when he notices the camera he removes the bulb from his mouth, instead holding it in his hand, still illuminating the scene. As he opens his mouth to speak, small blue sparks can be seen coming from his teeth.

"Hello! You must be the camera guy, i'm Charlie. Nice to meet you!"

Charlie holds his hand out for a shake, after placing his book on a small table next to his chair. The light reveals the book to be The Gashlycrumb Tinies by Edward Gorey. The cameraman wisely refuses the handshake, since Charlie is still connected to the car battery. Thankfully, he is not offended.

"I just figured I should read something. After all, we have a poet in the building... He may appreciate a well-read opponent."

The cameraman simply stands there, somewhat shocked by the whole scene. He was meant to be followed in by Sarah, the resident interviewer, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, I just remembered! I was meant to be interviewed about now wasn't I? Are you here for that?"

The cameraman nods, the camera bobbing up and down with his head.

"If I remember right, the interviewer is a woman... Sarah, right? And I can tell you're not a woman... Is she on her way?"

The cameraman finally finds his voice, now having to answer a direct question.

"Uhh... She was. I'll go and see where she is."

Charlie simply smiles and the cameraman slowly backs out of the room, not wanting to turn his back on Charlie. The pale wrestler simply nods to the cameraman as he leaves, and places the lightbulb back into his mouth as he picks up his book.

The camera cuts from the eccentric scene of Charlie to the ordinary view of one of the many elevators of the Vengeance Dome. The upper sigma lightens up and the doors open to reveal Eddie Laurel and Jedediah King, having just arrived to the Dome.

“You ready for your match, Eddie?” says Jedediah, attempting to rally up his friend before his match with Cross. Eddie seems to be mentally burdened as he fails to reply back to Jed. Knowing his match with the monstrous TITAN is next, Eddie braces himself as he heads straight to the ring.

[Immanuel Taylor]

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will be contested under customary 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. Being accompanied by Jedediah King, he is none other than Eddie Laurel!

JJ: Poor Eddie….

Creep: Boy looks like a fucking ghost. Let’s hope he keeps it altogether when Cross is standing in front of him.

The sounds of Inis Mona's intro blare out of the PA system and in the quiet before the first verse, pyros go off over the entrance and Brett Cross makes his way out from underneath a waterfall of golden sparks. Inis Mona continues as Cross walks down the ramp, his face full of motivation while Laurel’s face is full of horror.

John Walt: And his opponent, weighing in at three hundred and thirty six pounds and standing six foot ten. He is a member of The Council, he is none other than “The Norse Hammer”….Brett Cross!

Cross steps up to the ring using the steps and then climbs in over the top rope. Cross extends his arms wide in the middle of the ring in a symbol of the cross and then removes The Hammer Mjollnir from over his neck before kissing it and placing it over the turnbuckle.

JJ: And it’s on. What seems to possibly be the most interesting match for me tonight.

The bell sounds as the two men move in to the center of the ring, Brett Cross impressively towering over Eddie Laurel, but to the poet's credit he was putting on his game face and not backing down. With a smirk, Cross jokingly offers a test of strength to his much smaller opponent to which Laurel moves in and raises his arms to match up with Cross but then quickly backs away, thinking better of it. Brett laughed hard at his smaller opponent and then shouting out an encouraging "Come on!" bends a little lower and offers up the test once again, clearly toying with the much smaller Laurel. Eddie frowns at the fact he's being mocked and steps in to the hold again, but this time instead of matching hands with the bigger Norse Hammer he gives a quick uppercut to Cross' throat that sends him stumbling back. But the shock of the attack lasted only a minute as Cross, angered, swung a heavy right hand that flattens Laurel and sends him sprawling out on the mat, bouncing once when he hit. Then Cross ran in and began to stomp down on Laurel's midsection hard until the ref had to come in to break them up.

Laurel then does his best to crawl away to the corner and regain his composure, but Cross stays hot on Eddie's trail. Laurel slides in to the corner and holds on to the top ropes to try and stand, but Brett was back on him quickly and grabs Eddie by the legs, trying to tank him out. But, Laurel foolishly held on to the top ropes as Brett pulled and the force brought Laurel flying way up above the top ropes and then crashing back down to the mat. After the impact, Brett did his best to stay on his opponent, but Laurel immediately rolls out of the ring, holding his ribs as his manager Jed comes over to console him. Brett frowned as he stayed in the middle of the ring, watching their antics, but after long, Laurel threw up his hands and began to walk up the entrance ramp with Jed, holding his ribs. Cross, confused, looked about unsure what to do as the ref's count had continued.

2!

3!

4!

Finally, Cross slid out of the ring after Laurel who was nearly to the top of the entrance ramp and and followed Eddie down the ramp. But then, just as Cross was about to grab his smaller adversary, Laurel ducked underneath the hold and jumped up to punch Cross hard in the back of the head before hobbling back to the ring, holding his ribs. Cross stumbled, definitely not expecting the attack but then quickly gave chase. Eddie slid in to the ring at around an 8 count, and Cross was not far behind him. But as Laurel turned and saw Brett had made it back to the ring in time, Laurel slid out of the ring once more on the other side, which did not much more than infuriate the Viking as he growled and gave chase once more. The ref had no choice but to restart the count because of their antics as Cross began to chase Laurel who was running crazily around the ring, flailing his arms, wildly trying to think of another plan of attack.

As the count increased to five, Laurel had gotten a very nice gap between the two of them, as Brett was clearly winded from having to chase him around. So, Laurel slid in to the ring on one side, and when Cross noticed he slid in as well, but this time Laurel's ready as he sprinted across the ring and stomped hard on the back of Cross' head to keep him grounded as he entered the ring. Laurel then dropped down beside Cross and wrapped a scrawny arm around Brett's giant head, applying a surprisingly professional looking side headlock. Laurel did his best to growl fiercely as he wrenched in the hold, but it was a move that only lasted a few very short moments as Cross began to stand up, with Laurel still applying the hold, only now nearly seven feet in the air and perched precariously atop the giant's shoulders.

Cross did his best to grab on to Eddie who was still locked on to him, but couldn't quite get a grip on the smaller combatant, because of position and because he couldn't see anything. So, with Laurel in desperation mode being so high up, he began to punch Cross with his free hand on the top of the head. Brett stumbled, on wobbly knees from the attack, but doesn't drop Laurel, and the poet takes the time to switch position, turning over so he was in position for a DDT, and then Laurel falls back with all of his weight trying to drive Cross down, but the big man simply bends at the waist and doesn't fall. Then, with Laurel in a far better position, Brett reached up and grabbed Eddie underneath the armpits and with a yell, tossed the smaller competitor up vertically with incredible hangtime, and Laurel fell the 7 or more feet from the top of the throw to the mat, hitting with a hard thud as Laurel yelled out in pain holding his ribs once more as he squirmed on the mat, trying his best to get away from Brett.

Cross shook the birdies from his head from the punches Laurel laid in on him, but then came in on Laurel once more, dropping an elbow on the back of Laurel's already injured torso, and then from that position Brett grabbed Eddie's arm and wrapped him in to a very vicious armlock. Laurel's face contorted in pain as he looked for the ropes to find a way out of the hold, but Cross had him hooked in right in the middle of the ring. Cross wrenched in the pressure on the armlock, and Laurel yelled out, grabbing at his hair with his free hand, writhing in pain. The ref slid in, looking to know if Laurel wanted to quit, but the poet refused, staying tough.

Brett continued to wrench in the pressure, and as the pain became greater, Laurel looked around quickly, trying for any way out of the hold. Then, just when Laurel looked like he was ready to raise his hand to tap out, Cross went to wrench in the pressure one more time, but as he did, Laurel spun through the hold, and as he did, he ended up rolled up on top of Cross, and the ref slid in for the count.

1!

2!

No!

Just as the ref's hand had hit for 2, Brett kicked out of the hold, and as he did, he bench pressed Laurel up in to the air once more, and Eddie hit hard again and he immediately rolled out of the ring to catch his breath and make sure his shoulder was still in place. Laurel stood just outside of the ring, working out his shoulder, stretching it out so he wouldn't cramp up in the rest of the match, and he had plenty of time as Cross was slow to get back up to his feet just because of his size. It took Brett a minute to find where Laurel but soon enough he found him and went over to the ropes. Hammer reached over them to try and grab Laurel to bring him back in to the ring the hard way, but when he did, Laurel quickly jumped up on to the apron and yanked hard on Cross' beard, catching him throat first on the top rope and sending the big man stumbling backward clutching his Adam's apple.

Then, using the stairs to climb up on to the apron, Laurel then transitioned on to scaling the turnbuckle. Cross turned around after a brief moment, and when he did, Laurel jumped off the top rope and connected with a picture perfect hurricanrana that looked like it hurt Laurel nearly as much as it hurt Cross who was not a man used to being taken to the mat. Holding his ribs, Laurel slid in as fast as he could to cover the big man.

]1! 2!

No! Cross managed to kick out just as the ref had begun to bring his hand down for three. The poet, staying tough and fighting through the pain quickly got up to his feet and kicked Brett hard to the ribs to keep him grounded and then ran over to the ropes closest to the big man, jumped up, springboarded and then drove both feet in to Cross' stomach with a double stomp from the second rope. Bouncing off Cross' stomach like a trampoline, Laurel hit the mat running and kept going to the opposite ropes where he jumped up again, springboarded and connected with a lionsault. This time, Laurel did his best to hook the giant tree-trunk like leg of Cross and the ref slid in to count the cover

1!

2!

3?

No! Again, Cross was able to kick out not long before the ref had counted three. Now clearly frustrated and unsure on how he would ever with this match, Laurel stomped hard on Cross' stomach and then looked around for an idea, that's when he saw how close he was to the turnbuckle, smirked, and climbed it. When Laurel got to the top, he stood high and then flipped off, going for the Danse Russe, but as he came down, Cross had raised his knees and Eddie crashed hard and sprawled out to the side.

Brett got up slowly as Laurel just lay on the mat, exhausted and in serious pain. Cross made his way over to his competitor and when he got to him, Brett stood Laurel up aggressively, yanking him up by the nape of his neck. Then, with Laurel on a shaky vertical base, Cross wrapped his massive hands around the throat of Laurel and lifted him high with a two-handed chokeslam. Cross then began to walk about the ring with Laurel dangling by his throat, showing off his strength and putting an exclamation point on the move. But as he did, this gave Laurel enough time to struggle in to position and kick Cross hard to the gut causing him to drop him. Laurel landed on his feet, took a quick moment to catch his breath and then ran back to the ropes, bounced off them and came at Cross, but Cross was ready and Laurel ran straight in to a big boot. Cross slid in for the pin.

1!

2!


No! Kick out by Laurel at two and a half. Somehow, through all of this, Laurel was still fighting and surviving against the giant Brett Cross. Cross growled and then brought Laurel up to his feet once more, and even though Eddie had kicked out, he certainly looked in a daze after that big boot. And so Brett lifted Laurel up once more and wrapped the poet in to a giant bear hug. And being locked in to that seemed to wake Laurel up as he yelled out in pain for his already tortured ribs being crushed. Cross squeezed in tighter and Laurel looked around for a way to be free, for a split second his head bobbed like he was going to headbutt Cross to free himself but then thought better of it and looked for another way out. The ref did his job as customary and asked if Eddie wanted to quit, but again he wasn't going to. He held on strong for a while longer in the hold, but soon he began to fade. The ref went to check Laurel's hand to see if it fell limp, but just before he could, Laurel seemed to get his second wind and raised his arms up, boxing Cross' ears.


Then, with the big man in a daze, Laurel slid his arms into the hold and the tiny Laurel was able to squirm his way out of the bear hug. But as soon as he was out, he stumbled back in to the corner, hurting badly. Cross held his head in pain as well, but his agony lasted only a brief moment, and when he was able he growled and ran at Laurel, wanting to end the match quickly. Just before impact though, Laurel slid out of the way and Cross hit the turnbuckle hard and stumbled backwards, holding his chest. The poet got to his feet as quickly as he could in his state and bounced off the near ropes, coming at Cross and hitting him with a picture perfect dropkick. Cross didn't fall, but he stumbled the second half of the way across the ring and landed against the ropes, leaning against them. Obviously not feeling well after the dropkick but still fighting, Laurel raised to his feet, saw the situation and then ran forward once more, this time jumping up and clotheslining the woozy Brett Cross up and over the rop rope!


The two of them flipped and sprawled out in to the barrier outside the ring in a giant heap as the fans in the front rows jumped out of their seats to see the match up close. The ref was unsure on what to do with the match at this point, but he saw slight movement in the two of them and opted to begin the count. Because of the time it took the ref to make up his mind on what to do, he was only up to 2 when Laurel got up to his feet. Fighting through the pain, the fighting poet looked about, and then upon seeing the barrier his eyes twinkled as a plan formed. Quickly, he yelled out to the people in the front row that were crowding them to move, and then he aided Cross to his feet by yanking at his hair. Then, once in position, Laurel let out a warrior yell of his own and jumped up, hitting the Values '67 right on to the barrier!


The crowd errupted in cheers as Laurel fell down on to the chairs and cheering fans who refused to move in the front row as Cross sprawled out on to the floor next to the ring, holding his chest. The ref was up to four when the move hit, but he again paused in his count when he was unsure whether to try and stop the match or not. But again, he decided to give the fans what they wanted and continued the count as the two superstars were laid out, doing their best to catch their breath.


5! 6!

By six, Laurel had forced himself out of the front row and he had begun to crawl over the barrier, heading back to the ring. Meanwhile his opponent was to his knees, but not quite ready to get back up to his feet yet.

7! 8!

By eight, Laurel had finally made it back in to the ring as he struggled to climb in under the ropes and crawl to the far corner away from Cross. At the same time, Cross, too, was finally moving but he wasn't quite in the ring yet.

9!


With the sound of the word nine finally hitting Cross' ears, he snapped awake and slid in under the bottom rope, making it in at the very last possible second. Laurel, seeing that Cross had made it in and needing to keep him grounded, Laurel hobbled over and went for a kick to the big man's chest. But, before it could connect, The Norse Hammer caught Laurel's foot and yanked it out from under him, sending him tripping to the mat. This gave Brett just enough time to get up to his feet, and as he did he brought the entirely exhausted Laurel up with him, forcing him in to position for The Chariot!

Cross then tosses Laurel roughly through the air, planting him with the finisher. But miraculously, in mid air, Eddie was able to turn with the move and landed on his feet raising a giant cheer from the fans! Laurel took the moment to catch his breath, as he was behind Brett who obviously had no way of knowing he'd survived, and then he bounced off the back ropes to come at Cross. Running with a full head of steam at his opponent, Laurel went for what looked like a clothesline, but just before he could hit him, Cross turned and blasted him hard in the face with The Hammer Mjollnir, nearly taking his head clean off his shoulders with a sickening smack that raised a chorus of "OHHHH's!" from the crowd. Cross then fell in to the pin, exhausted as well.

1! 2! 3!

John Walt: And your winner of the match via pinfall….Brett Cross!


Cross stumbles to get back on his feet, but manages to stand tall as the intoxicating feel of victory courses through his veins. He turns to the roaring crowd, completely supportive of Cross due to his affiliation with The Council, and raises his hand in a show of victory. The cameras pan upwards to Rivera, showing his satisfaction with Cross’ clean victory. The cameras proceed to pan towards the underground parking lot of the Vengeance Dome.

Seconds pass before what appears to be a large black motorcycle literally roars into the scene. Brazing past the parked cars and the few moving ones, the thunderous black motorcycle eventually finds its designated space and steadily parks. After the customary action of turning off the mechanical beast and taking off his helmet, the driver steps off and looks straight into the camera revealing himself to be none other than the World Champion himself Toby Hunter.

Hunter places his helmet in a specific place around the bike before picking up the gym bag he had brought along and taking out the large and luminous EUW World Title. Everything seems to be normal with the World Champion. His attire, his title, his posture, but it’s his face that seems off. Rather than the confident look of a Champion, Hunter seems to be completely burdened with stress and the pressure he’s been going through.

Nonetheless, Hunter drapes the World Title around his shoulder and makes his way towards his locker-room, intent on getting ready for his big title defense against The Machine tonight.

[Immanuel Taylor]

The camera’s ever-reaching lens switches to an ever-reaching lens belonging to another camera, this one being backstage and being focused on none other than Rivera’s lucrative office. Mark Rivera himself, EUW’s esteemed General Manager, is seated with great comfort as he watches what seems to be some sort of financial forecast on the wide-inched television embedded to the wall opposite to his desk.

“Mr. Rivera, Marcus is here to see you. He’s not scheduled for a ..”

“It’s fine, Melissa. Send him in please.”

Rivera removes his finger off the intercom just as Marcus Puzzo opens the left portion of Rivera’s double doors and wastes no time in skipping into whatever he came here to decide.

“Yo, Mr. Rivera” charmingly says Marcus

“Please Marcus, you can call me Mark. And hello to you too. Something you want to talk to me about before your match?”

“Uh..yeah.” stumbles Marcus before rubbing his chin and stuttering to mutter the next words. “It’s about our little secret deal that we made. I mean..you did promise me a title shot that I can use at any time. And, well, if Sabora wins the title tonight then would I still be able to get my shot at the World Title?”

Rivera, an expert in dealing with situations like this, immediately puts on a flawless artificial smile and raises his arms behind his head.

“Are you implying that I should cancel tonight’s main event and put you in the ring against Hunter for the World Title?”

“Well….no, of course not. It’s just, I don’t want to lose my guaranteed title shot. You know?”

“Oh I do know, Marcus. I certainly do.” quickly spews back Rivera with that crystal-clear voice of his, along with his heart-warming (and utterly fake) facial expressions. “And I promise you will get to cash in that title shot. Now if you remember, I explicitly said you’ll have minor restrictions in that area. Such as the fact that we’ve already booked a title match tonight, yes?”

“…yeah” reluctantly mutters Marcus while scratching his head and taking in the view of Rivera’s palace-like office. Rivera, noticing Marcus’ discomfort about not being able to cash in his title shot yet, stands up and makes his way towards the young Puzzo before placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Word of advice, Marcus. Do not create new obstacles for yourself when you still have old ones to deal with. Take care of your feud with your brother and then think big. Ok?”

Marcus nods before making his way towards the already wide-opened doors of Rivera’s office. Just as he is about to make his way out, none other than Chris Sabora enters. Both Marcus and Sabora glare at each other with Sabora actually going to the point of forsaking his statue-like posture to acknowledge Marcus’ presence. After the brief yet intense staredown, Marcus leaves and Sabora takes his stand opposite to Rivera.
“You two still pissed off at each other, Chris?” begins Rivera, ostensibly noticing the little macho staredown. Chris’ expression, or lack of, causes the number one contender to delay his response by a couple of seconds.

“Marcus Puzzo’s existence is insignificant to me at best. That being said, I find him irritating and a classic example of ignorant youth.” finally speaks Sabora. “Now I understand you wanted to speak to me before the main event?”

“Yeah, Chris. Nothing serious, just a little informal chat.” smoothly speaks Rivera with that same artificial deceptive smile planted over his face. “So….any strategies for your match with Hunter tonight? What about your head? Everything ok in there? Of course, I have no need to remind you of the importance surrounding the outcome of the match.”

Sabora, although emotionless as ever, audibly exhales thus demonstrating his discomfort with Rivera’s obvious lack of trust in Sabora’s sanity and whether he can hold it together long enough to beat Hunter.

“I can take on Hunter” hisses Sabora. “I didn’t need you to initiate all those precautions. I didn’t need for Brett Cross to slam Hunter through a thick wooden table, I didn’t need for Hunter’s biker buddies to be banned from the arena, I didn’t need for the match to be pitted in my favor and I certainly don’t need any help tonight. If you’re so concerned with public perception then you will let me handle Hunter by myself.”

Silence takes hold of Rivera’s office as both Rivera and Sabora seem to be annoyed by each other’s presence. Rivera seems to be irritated with Sabora’s unpredictable behavior and fragile mindset while Sabora appears to be annoyed with Rivera’s lack of faith in both his ability and sanity. Rivera, now without his artificial smile and with a very serious, deep tone, clears his throat before speaking.

“I don’t want any bullshit tonight, Chris. I don’t want a mental breakdown and I don’t want you coming back to the locker-room without that World Title. I’ve worked hard to make Hunter vulnerable and I will not tolerate failure.”

“Neither will I” snarls back Chris, not even allowing Rivera to take in a breath after his little speech. Sabora proceeds to turn around and leave as Rivera is left standing with the uncertain thought of tonight’s main event outcome.

The cameras cut to the ring where John Walt is steady in his position and ready to call the entrances for the upcoming Puzzo vs. Puzzo match.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the third match of the evening. This match will be officiated by a special guest referee and will be one fall in nature. Introducing first….

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 actually cheers him, Marcus doesn’t seem to care but at least pretends to appreciate it. Upon entering the ring Marcus climbs the first turnbuckle and gives the cheering crowd a nod. He then stands in the middle of the ring and raises his arm making it known that he is anything but insecure.

John Walt: Weighing in at six foot zero and standing two hundred and ten pounds. He is a member of The Council, he is Marcus Puzzo!

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: And his opponent, weighing in at six foot one and standing two hundred and thirty pounds. He is 4….1….5!

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 stands face to face with his brother.

JJ: So the competitors are here but we are still waiting on the mystery ref.

The Creep: Screw the mystery ref, Rivera should let these two hot heads kill eachother without any interference.

JJ: Wait a minute, what's Rivera doing here?

Mario and Marcus both sit in their ring corners staring eachother down, when Rivera appears at the top of the stage Mario stares at him with confusion while Marcus gives Rivera a wide grin. Rivera ignores Marcus and appears calm and emotionless on the stage. A few EU Dub chants are heard from the crowd but the majority remain confused and silent. Rivera begins to speak on the microphone.

Mark Rivera: Like Cain and Abel, history has come to repeat itself once again with the tale of Marcus and Mario Puzzo. You two started off as a tag-team with immense potential but arrogance, and greed led to your demise. Now I know for a fact that Marcus has been seeking the fruits of redemption. Why else would I include him in The Council? Now of course, Marcus’ controversial past with his brother has become quite out of control. And I blame neither men for this. Somethings are just…..natural. You can’t blame a rabid dog for biting your hand off, but what you can do is put that rabid dog down.

Suddenly both Marcus and Mario look at Rivera with confusion and a bit of fear at the mentioning of “putting the rabid dog down”. The crowd too turns silent as Rivera, now realizing the confusion, chuckles to himself.

Mark Rivera: No no. I’m not implying I’m going to put Marcus or Mario down. That would be barbaric and inhuman. I’m referring to the feud itself, to the hatred coursing between these two brothers. That’s what I plan to put down. Now I’m sure all of you remember my announcement earlier in the show where I specifically mentioned the return of two EUW superstars who would also double with other positions? The first one was revealed as none other than Kid Luck. Well, the second one is going to be the Head of Security here and his first act of duty will be officiating this match. Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the second EUW superstar to return, the special referee for this match…..

Suddenly the lights blackout in the arena, the crowd is unsure what is going on and they remain silent. Silver lights begin flicker in the arena and Sirius by the Alan Parsons Project starts to play. A hooded figure wearing a large black leather trenchcoat emerges standing behind Rivera and towering over the general manager. His face remains cloaked in the darkness, just as the song is about to end the man removes the black leather trenchcoat revealing James Vincent flashing his trademark cocky smile. A chorus of screams emerge from the crowd and fans start chanting JDV.

JJ: HOLY ***** *************

The Creep: ***** ***** *****

JJ: *********************

The Creep: I have no clue what we were yelling about.

Lunatic Fringe starts to play and JDV stands behind Mark Rivera wearing an unusual outfit that consists of his usual black JDV emblem wrestling tights and a shiny silver and black referee vest. Mark Rivera is now enthusiastic.

Mark Rivera: STANDING AT SIX FEET, SIX INCHES TALL and WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS. FROM OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA, HE IS THE VINDICATOR, HE IS THE HEAD OF SECURITY….JAMES VINCENT!!!

Silver fireworks errupt from the stage behind JDV lighting up the dark arena, the lights comeback on and JDV heads down the ramp while the Puzzo brothers look at eachother in confusion, and fear, even Marcus is worried. JDV slides into the center of the ring and climbs one of the turnbuckles saluting the audience while a ring of silver pyro errupts in a circle above him. JDV removes his leather trenchcoat and twirls it around tossing it into the crowd revealing his special referee outfit. The music comes to a stop and JDV leaps off the turnbuckle and makes his way to the center standing between Marcus and Mario.

JJ: JDV really wants to get this match going.

The Creep: He knows that the fans have paid outrageous ticket prices and he wants to give these great fans something to remember.

JJ: Alright Creep, enough with the love affair.

Vincent directs Marcus and Mario who both ignore Vincent eying eachother up. JDv yells at the brother laying down some basic ground rules then he yells "RULES? FUCK THE RULES, HAVE AT IT BOYS!!!"

Suddenly Mario lunges at his brother catching him off guard. JDV sits on the top turnbuckle ignoring his duties while Mario lays on top of Marcus mounting multiple punches to his face. JDV ignores Mario while he sits on the turnbuckle taunting the fans and rallying the crowd.

JJ: Well Creep, looks like JDV is doing a bang up job.

The Creep: I agree, refs these days ruin all the fun and JDV is making wrestling exciting again.

Suddenly JDV hops off the turnbuckle and he pulls Mario off of Marcus and tells him to back off. He holds Mario back while looking at Marcus who is slowly getting back to his feet and regaining his composure. Mario is upset about this and he starts yelling at Vincent but JDV snaps telling Mario to shut his mouth or he will have him disqualified. Vincent sees that Marcus is back up and he lets go of Mario and lets the match continue.

The Creep: See double J? James would make a great ref, he's both wise and fair.

JJ: FAIR!!! HE JUST LET MARCUS REGAIN HIS STRENGTH. Something doesn't smell right.

The Creep: That's because I just farted. Sorry.

Mario and Marcus circle eachother around the ring before locking arms, Marcus gains the upperhand early on getting Mario in a headlock but Mario gives Marcus a couple of elbows to the stomach and breaks free grabbing Marcus's arm and twisting it behind Mario and applying pressure. Mario forces Marcus into the corner applying pressure to his left arm while Marcus screams in pain. Marcus with no other option headbutts Mario in the forehead in the ring corner causing him to flinch while clutching his head in pain. Marcus leaps onto the top of the turnbuckle and leaps off it knocking Mario to the ground with a missile dropkick. Mario hits the ground back first and then rolls backwards onto his stomach from the impact. Marcus dives toward Mario and rolls him on his back hooking the leg while JDV casually strolls over and slowly does a three count, 1.....Mario kicks out and Marcus looks at JDV in disgust while Vincent stands center acting stupid.

Marcus starts screaming at JDV for slowing down the count but he gives up and takes out his frustration on Marcus by stomping him on the mat. Marcus pulls Mario onto his knees, then he runs toward the ropes behind him building up speed just as he bounces off the ropes Vincent grabs the top rope and wiggles it enough to distract Marcus who comes to a full stop. Marcus looks at James who is playing stupid once again but Marcus is not fooled. He starts yelling at James but James stands casually in the corner asking him what he is talking about. Suddenly Mario lunges at Marcus with a clothesline sending the brothers over the top rope and onto the black floor outside the ring. The crowd is going wild.

JJ: Vincent is playing both sides right now.

The Creep: How dare you accuse the vindicator of rigging a match. The man has a heart of gold.

Marcus and Mario continue to pummel each other outside the ring, Vincent who is standing on top of the apron leaps off it and heads to the announcers booth but he grabs a steel chair from below the apron before going to the booth. He sets up the chair next to JJ who is confused and angry at Vincent's behavior. James grabs a headset from the table and starts to speak.

James Vincent: Howdy ******

Mario forces Marcus back onto his feet only to send him flying into a black barrier outside the ring and in the face of the fans. Marcus hangs on the barrier while fans standing near him taunt Marcus and cheer for Mario. Mario continues the attack hitting Marcus with a vicious cross chop to the chest of Marcus who nearly flips over the barrier in pain. The crowd lets out a chorus of "whoa's" from the attacks.

JJ: Uh James? Shouldn't you be doing a ten count?

James Vincent: Well JJ, I'm trying to set a shining example for refs in all sports.

JJ: Oh really? Enlighten me Vincent.

James Vincent: You watch the NBA? Do you see how many times a foul is called in a single game, you get fouled for breathing on somebody now. The problem with refs these days is they don't let the opponents just play the game.

JJ: Rules are rules Vincent, you have to abide by them.

James Vincent: Look old man, Rivera told me to end this feud and that's what I intend to do.

The Creep: YOU TELL HIM VINCENT!!!

After hitting Marcus with a few backhand chops, Mario grabs Marcus by the throat and pins him on the top of the barrier and starts to choke him.

JJ: GOOD LORD, YOU'RE GOING TO SIT BACK AND LET THESE TWO KILL EACH OTHER?

James Vincent: Whatever it takes, boys will be boys.

With James sitting at the booth there is nobody around to hold Mario back and he continues to choke his brother who's face is turning red. Suddenly Marcus knees Mario in the gut, Mario breaks the hold and moves away from Marcus clutching his stomach. Marcus takes the opportunity to strike back and he grabs Mario's head and directs it toward a steel turnbuckle pole outside the ring.

Mario's head bounces off the steel like a tenis ball and he drops to the floor with a loud thud while the fans shriek in horror and they boo Marcus who has a large grin on his face. Marcus approaches Mario laying on the floor while a few fans along the barricade shout obscenities at Marcus who soaks it up. Marcus starts shouting "YOU THINK YOUR BETTER THAN ME HOT SHOT?" and he kicks Mario in the stomach. A few fans throw trash at Marcus while he stomps a defenseless Mario.

James Vincent: Now this is what I call a match fellas. Well I've shot the shit with you guys for long enough, I better get back to my job.

Marcus lifts Mario back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Marcus slides into the ring and continues his onslaught stomping Mario mercilessly. Marcus lifts Mario back up and throws him toward the ropes with a irish whip, Mario bounces off the ropes and he walks face first into Marcus who knocks him to the mat with a flying shoulder to the head. Marcus immediately hooks the leg just as Vincent enters the ring. JDV starts the three count with normal speed this time, 1..2..Marcus kicks out just in time. Marcus looks at Vincent who tells him that Mario kicked out at two, Marcus isn't very happy and screams BULLSHIT!!!

JJ: Well it's great to see that James Vincent never changed during his hiatus. Marcus is in full control of the match but if JDV wasn't here than this match would have been over along time ago.

The Creep: Mario is learning a harsh lesson tonight. He shouldn't have ditched his brother.

JJ: I knew from day one that Marcus Puzzo was going to be trouble. It was a shame that Mario's brother didn't look up to him like a role model.

Marcus pulls Mario back to his feet and sends him crashing into a turnbuckle with an irish whip. Marcus builds up some speed and charges toward Mario jumping into the air in an attempt to slam his body into Mario, but Mario leaps out of the way to safety and Marcus hit the turnbuckle hard hurting his shoulder. Marcus screams in pain and wobbles across the ring and Mario uses the time to counter, running toward the ropes, bouncing off them and leaping into mid air, he grabs Marcus's head and slams him face first into the mat. The crowd cheers Mario on while he hooks the leg and goes for a three count, 1..2, Marcus kicks out immediately.

JJ: We have ourselves a good back and fourth match up right now.

Mario gets some vengeance stomping on Marcus in an rage fueled frenzy, he finishes off the attacks with a falling knee on Marcus's left leg. Marcus rolls across the ring screaming in pain. In a fit of rage Mario grabs Puzzo by the hair and pulls him back to his feet only to pick him up and slam his back into Mario's knee with a vicious back breaker. Marcus hits the mat with a thud clutching his back in agony. Mario looks the crowd who is cheering him on and he gives them a salute while James stands casually in the back, Mario looks at one of the turnbuckles and the helpless Marcus Puzzo with an evil smile. He immediately starts to climb the top turnbuckle.

JJ: Mario better be careful here.

The Creep: What? Mario is taking this fight to a whole new level.

Mario reaches the top of the turnbuckle and he smiles at the audience while his back is turned to Marcus. He gives the fans a salute before leaping off the top. He does a back flip toward Marcus and it looks like Mario is about to pull off a perfect body slam but Marcus curls his legs and Mario's chest and stomach collide full blast with Marcus's knees, the audiences lets out a giant OH and Mario does a front somersault from the impact and lands on his stomach while Marcus is clutching his legs in pain, but Mario is the one who has suffered the most from the maneuver.

JJ: Somebody check Mario's pulse, I wouldn't be surprised if his lungs and heart have been destroyed.

The Creep: I'm surprised he didn't chuck his mom's spaghetti from the impact.

Marcus slowly crawls toward the motionless Mario Puzzo while the crowd yells at Mario to get up. Using his arms to move, Marcus arrives and he uses all of his power to lift Mario onto his back. Marcus falls on the chest of Mario and Vincent goes for the three count, 1...2...Mario kicks out right when JDV slaps the mat. Marcus looks at JDV anticipating a victory while the crowd is going nuts with boos and cheers.

JJ: The decision is up to JDV.

The Creep: So much pressure!!!

Vincent walks around the ring for a few seconds before moving to the center, he signals the crowd that Mario….DIDN’T KICK OUT. He orders the ring bell to be rung and the match comes to an end.

JJ: It’s over!

The Creep: THAT WAS ****ING CRAZY!!! Vincent should hang up the boots and become a professional ref.



JDV rallies the crowd while both Mario and Marcus lay on the mat motionless. The ring bell continues ringing.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the match….MARCUS PUZZO!

The crowd starts to stomp their feet and chant both Mario and Marcus's names. Eventually both men make it up to their feet. Marcus and Mario simply stare at one another, each brother with his own unique emotion towards the other in his eyes. JDV goes and raises Marcus’ hand. Suddenly, Marcus pushes JDV aside and drives himself forward and pulls off a running kitchen sink into Mario’s gut. The match may be over but this fight isn’t.

Mario grabs Marcus’ leg mid-maneuver and then twisting him around before grabbing him and pulling off a Cobra Clutch Bomb.

Marcus reverses in the nick of time by kicking Mario in his femur bone and then intentionally falling butt-first on the mat, causing Mario to be hit with a Ace-Crusher type maneuver. Mario groggily stumbles backwards as Marcus quickly gets back up on his feet. He turns to JDV and screams “This isn’t over until he is completely unconciousnes” before charging and positing himself behind Mario. He grabs Mario’s head and goes to finish him off with The Big Hit.

Mario grabs the ropes in front of him at the nick of time causing Marcus to fall on his back. Marcus attempts to get back up but Mario suddenly pulls off a brutal mule kick to Marcus’ face. Marcus lets out a very loud scream and holds his nose in pain, thrashing around in the ring. 415, also known as Mario, then grabs Marcus by the head and pulls him up before nailing him to the mat with The Retribution!

415 doesn’t take any chances as he picks up Marcus again and pulls off the same finisher, The Retribution, on him. 415, realizing he has lost, gets up and stares down at his fallen yet victorious brother. Suddenly, 415 smiles and shakes his head. JDV shoots him a confused look but 415 simply smiles and leaves the ring.

Creep: Why is 415 smiling? He lost!

JJ: Well, it seems that although 415 lost the match against his brother, he still got what he was looking for. Closure. He wanted to end this feud, to rid himself of the hatred between himself and his brother and it seems the feud is over. I don’t think it matters to him whether he won or not, he’s just satisfied that he doesn’t have to hunt down his brother anymore.

The camera pans on a smiling 415 as he walks up the ramp and raises his arm to the cheering crowd, who clap at him for his effort in the match. 415 nods at them and, with a huge smile, takes a bow before disappearing backstage. JDV helps up Marcus, who whispers something into JDV’s ear. JDV sighs but nods his head and raises Marcus’ arm, signifying him as the official victor of the match.

“You cocky son of a bitch” whispers JDV into Marcus’ ear while smiling to the crowd.

Creep: Hell of an ending to this feud….

JJ: Agreed, Creepy. I actually think it worked out perfectly. Both Puzzos got what they wanted. Marcus got the victory while Mario got the closure and the liberation from the hatred dominating his relationship with his brother. Now both men can move on with their lives and not have to hunt each other down like rabid dogs. I think it’s official now. The Puzzo Feud is over.



(Note: For those confused on the outcome of the Puzzo vs. Puzzo match, Marcus did post a RP. However, he posted it in the SnV roleplay board. I took the liberty of moving it to the rightful place in the PPV Roleplay board. Understandable mistake)

[Immanuel Taylor]

The cameras take in an insightful view of the oddly organized and spotless hallways of the Vengeance Dome. What was once a haven of chaos and typical business-like atmosphere of frantic work is now a shining example of smooth sailing. The specific hallways seem to be those of the EUW superstars. The camera twirls around before suddenly stopping as Dante Holly’s head pops up in front of the camera lens.

“Fascinating” whispers Holly to himself as he follows the utterly random patterns on the walls, even gently touching them. As he is doing so, EUW’s resident Viking Brett Cross appears out of a corner. He stops and both Holly and Cross, both men fully clad in their costume gear, stare into one another’s eyes. Both superstars seem to be in alignment, as if an aura of mutual respect is present. Both Cross and Holly, each batshit crazy in their own way, slowly move away from each other.

Cross walks down the hallways, still reflecting on that encounter, when he walks into an incoming TITAN.

“Hey there, big guy. Fellow council member.” says TITAN in an obviously sarcastic tone, mocking Cross. Brett immediately picks up on this but lets it go as he nods towards his Council teammate. “Ho, TiTAN”

“So how’d your match go?” asks TITAN with something more sinister obvious on his mind. “Did you dismember that little bug Laurel?”

““T'was an 'onorable match. Young Laurel put up a valiant effort.” briefly replies Cross, attempting to be as formal as possible with TITAN. Upon hearing what Cross said, TITAN loudly scoffs.

“Valiant? That little fuck Laurel? Weren’t you supposed to eat him alive?” emanates TITAN with a loud tone. “Looks like you’re not really the monster everyone keeps saying you are, Brett”

Cross, who had been walking down the hallway with TITAN following him, suddenly stops and turns around. Both giants stare into each other’s eyes.

“What is it exactly that ye seek, TiTAN?”

“Little old me?” innocently says TITAN. “Nah, I’m just seeing what all the fuss about you being a monster is about, Brett. All I keep hearing is how dangerous you are and how everybody’s scared of you. Maybe that’s all bullshit, just show with no substance. Eh?”

Cross, obviously confused and irritated with TITAN’s attitude, stands there as TITAN, although not as tall as Cross, stands tall.

“Maybe all you need is a worthy adversary, Cross. You know, someone to give you a good fight.” devilishly exclaims TITAN. “Then again, we are technically in the same boat here with all this Council bullshit Rivera cooked up. Who knows where the future will lead us though? Maybe on opposite sides.”

Cross, fully realizing TITAN is aggravating him, suddenly steps in closer and stands face to face with TITAN.

"Well, TiTAN, ah 'ave a tale ah would like t' share with ye. Mighty Thor, God o' Thunder and son o' Odin the All-Father is the greatest warrior o' all the Aesir. 'E could fell Jotun with a single blow o' 'is 'ammer. Yet, 'e was arrogant, an' 'e was full o' 'imself. An' 'e thought 'e was better'n all other Aesir. An' ye know what 'appened? When it got too out o' control, Odin stripped 'im of power an' title an' 'ammer an' sent 'im down to Midgaard t' live as a mere man until 'e learned 'is lesson. No matter 'ow grand ye may be, or 'ow powerful, or in ye'r case 'ow full o' ye'rself. There will always be someone more'n ready t' take ye down a step or two. So it may serve ye best t' keep ye'r foolish tongue in check, lad."

With his story, along with a subtle warning in it, fully recited, Cross proceeds to walk away. TITAN, left alone with his envy of Cross’ monster reputation and the subsequent anger involving it, takes a deep breath before spitting on the ground.

“You will see me soon, asshole” says TITAN “I’m going to rip your fucking heart out”

The camera instantaneously cuts away to another segment of the backstage area, this time of Sarah and a Cameraman, who seem to be arguing over something.

"Sarah, you were meant to be in there with me! It was an interview, and you failed to turn up for it!"

Sarah simply shouts back with a reply.

"Look, I'm sorry but that man creeps me out, okay?"

"Who creeps you out?"

Sarah nearly screams as Charlie appears from behind her. His pearly grin only slightly whiter than his pale skin, and his dark eyes staring intently at her. He notices her expression and his smile only grows wider.

"You were talking about me, weren't you?"

Sarah seems to be almost on the brink of tears as she nods. The cameraman simply stands there, barely able to reply.

"Cool!"

Charlie keeps on smiling as he walks off, humming a tune to himself as he goes, leaving a scared Sarah and a near-catatonic cameraman in his wake.

[Immanuel Taylor]

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your main event of the evening!

The crowd erupts in an abrupt orgy of cheers, just as they are expected to. Many segments of the crowd seem to be embedded with “SABORA” signs, undoubtedly the effect of The Council’s popularity. The remaining segments are on Hunter’s side with their biker-esque attire. The camera pans back to John Walt.

John Walt: The following contest will be a Submissions bout. The only manner to win such a bout would be via coercing your opponents to tap out, thus signifying a submission capitulate on your opponent’s behalf. The submissions bout will also be for the EUW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! Introducing first….the challenger….


Explosions begin to pound randomly all over the stage area as golden sparks shoot out in front of the entrance curtain. "The Sounds of Madness" by Shinedown 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 it's ominous rhythm.

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 cheers and slight boos.

John Walt: Introducing first, the challenger. He is a part of The Council. Weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds and standing six foot four. He is “The Machine” Chris Sabora

Chris 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.

John Walt: And his opponent….

The lights dim down.

The deep bass sounds of a large engine can be heard as the crowd stands to their feet, automatically knowing who is about to come out next. The camera pans from left to right now, showcasing a select group of fans as they raise their fists and stare at the entrance way..

"Rain" by Creed now begins to play..

John Walt: Hailing from San Rafael, California. He is the EUW World Champion.. Toby HUNTER!

With the fans screaming at a fever pitch, Toby Hunter steps through the darkness. He is dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt finished off with a black leather vest. With his long blonde hair combed back, he stares at the ring confidently. The camera then begins to zoom in on Toby as he slowly walks towards the rampway. The EUW World Title rests buckled, hanging around his neck like some sort of necklace.

Once at the top of the rampway, Toby slowly raises one closed fist, nodding from left to right as the fans return the gesture. He then adjusts his vest and walks towards the ring. The theme song now hits it's chorus.

Rolling under the bottom rope now, Toby rises to his feet and circles the ring, one closed fist held high in the air. As the arena lights shine brightly against the metal of his EUW Championship, Toby heads to a corner of the ring, leaning against it casually and rubbing his nose. A referee then approaches him as he offers up the title belt. With a nod, Toby signals that he is ready to begin.


Both Hunter and Sabora stare into one another, both men fully realizing the significance of this match. Hunter suddenly turns to the referee and yells “RING THE FUCKING BELL ALREADY” . Seconds later, the periodic ring of the ring bell is set off and the match officially begins. Without wasting a second, Hunter leaps forward and nails a right hand to Sabora’s face.


JJ: And Hunter not being too subtle with the opening of this match

Creep: You see JJ, just because the only way to win this is via submissions doesn’t mean that Hunter is gonna try to match Sabora submission wise. You’d have to be either crazy or dumb to try to best Sabora in a submission drawoff so Hunter’s going to do what he does best at first. Which is brawling.

Toby continues his onslaught, drowning Sabora in an ocean of fists. Hunter corners him in one of the four corners with his punches and then shifts into periodic knees to Sabora’s gut. Sabora grabs the third one, lifting Hunter’s leg up, but Hunter elbows Sabora in the back of his head before grabbing him in a DDT position. Hunter’s anger, particularly at the fact Rivera has been hunting him down, is nothing but obvious as he lifts Sabora in a Suplex before placing him on the top rope. Hunter climbs after him but Sabora’s offense kicks in as he elbows Hunter in his right eye before headbutting him off the top rope.

Hunter lands on his back and Sabora, not having time to pick a top rope move from his arsenal, immediately positions himself before leaping off with a flying elbow drop. A quick, improvised move by The Machine under a very strict time span. Hunter moves out of the way and Sabora lands hard on his elbow. Sabora quickly makes it back up to his feet but Hunter is one step ahead of him. Already rebounding off the ropes, Toby comes charging at his challenger and goes to pull off his signature move, The Clothesline From Hell.

Sabora barely makes it out of the way.

Hunter stops and turns around only to be greeted with a charming roundhouse kick causing The EUW World Champion to fall backfirst whilst holding his chin in pain. Sabora grabs Hunter’s ankle and goes to lock in an ankle lock. Toby, knowing that letting Sabora lock in a submission move is similar to willingly drinking a vial of poison, quickly retaliates by kicking Sabora away. Chris falls back into the ropes as Hunter attempts to make it back to his feet. Sabora ends up rebounding off the ropes and then charging and nailing Hunter with a neckbreaker.

Sabora holds on to Toby’s neck after the move has been performed and, as quick as lightning, locks in a Dragon Sleeper. The crowd reacts in awe at how fast Sabora pulled that off.

JJ: And Sabora’s got a submission move locked in! Literally out of nowhere!

Creep: Hunter better get out of it quick, JJ, because when it comes to Sabora and submission moves, it’s like quicksand. The longer you are in it, the more futile it will be to resist.

Hunter’s eyes widen at the realization that The Machine is in full motion right now. Immediately sensing the ropes are close to him, but not being able to see due to his head’s position in the submission hold, Hunter extends his free arm and attempts to grab the distant rope. It’s too far and Sabora, knowing that Hunter is too tough to tap out early, decides to diversify his approach. He intensifies the dragon sleeper hold before briefly loosening up before intensifying it again thus putting Hunter through physical torture.

Hunter slams his fist into the mat, blocking out the pain and attempting to grab the rope. Realizing that this isn’t going to happen, Hunter mutters a “fuck this” before getting up on his knees and pushing through the pain of both Sabora’s submission move and his weight. Hunter also elbows Sabora in the face as he makes it up to his feet. Sabora, still having the dragon sleeper locked in, immediately lets go and pushes Hunter forward to the ropes. Hunter bounces off the ropes but holds on, not allowing himself to be projected backwards to an awaiting Sabora.

The next move is the one that matters the most. Hunter has the very subtle upper-hand considering Sabora’s perception that Hunter is going to bounce back to him puts him at a disadvantage. Next move is on Hunter and he takes advantage of the situation by….doing exactly what Sabora expects him to. He bounces off the ropes and moves back towards an awaiting Sabora. Hunter, however, pulls off a surprise by falling down on his knees and punching Sabora in the gut. The suddenness of the pain causes Sabora to double over as Hunter thrusts his own head backwards, colliding it’s back with Sabora’s face, more specifically his nose.

Sabora’s head jerks backwards as he holds his nose in pain. Hunter is already back up on his feet as he charges forward and nails Sabora with a Clothesline From Hell, nearly decapitating him.

Sabora may not be knocked out but the damage has already been done. Sabora’s neck is hurt and Hunter, sensing the opportunity, gets on top of Sabora and begins talking trash into his face while periodically punching him in the face. Toby then grabs Sabora by the throat with his two hands before lifting him up, raising him high and then impaling him into the mat with a Two-Handed Chokeslam. Hunter’s strategy seems to be straightforward: Beat the crap out of Sabora until he can’t move, then lock in a submission move.

Hunter locks in a Full Nelson but quickly proceeds to convert it into a Full Nelson Slam, dedicated to his approach of completely knocking Sabora out at first. Hunter proceeds to pick up the immobile Sabora and irish whips him to the ropes, on his way back Hunter nails him with a big boot. Hunter doesn’t let up. He pulls off a falling elbow to the back of Sabora’s head before wrapping his arm around Sabora’s head and hoisting him upwards.

Hunter repeatedly knees Sabora before going to pull off a DDT. Suddenly Sabora reverses the move by twisting out from beneath Hunter’s arm and pulling off The Maximum Overdrive! Almost instantaneously after, Sabora locks in The Machine.

JJ: And Sabora pulling off two finishers after the other!

Hunter finds himself in an extremely dangerous position as Sabora’s once empty facial expression has been mutated into one of extreme rage. He pulls back on Hunter’s neck with ferocity. Hunter immediately begins wearing down and, knowing that letting Sabora take his time with his submission move would be absolute poison, immediately begins reaching for the ropes. Sabora is one step ahead of him and rolls him backwards to the middle of the ring. Hunter still fights through, stopping momentarily due to the extreme pain. The ongoing struggle ends up turning into a cat and mouse game with Hunter reaching for the ropes and Sabora pulling him back every time. Hunter, now greatly weakened, eventually catches a break when Sabora attempts to roll him back to the middle of the ring. As Sabora does so, Hunter is able to elbow him in the face with the free hand. This causes Sabora to loosen up the hold and Hunter is able to propel himself backwards, sandwiching Sabora between him and the mat.

Hunter then ferociously elbows Sabora in his face before rolling him over and locking in a Camel Clutch. Hunter’s nose seems to be slightly crooked due to the pressure exerted on him by Sabora’s submission move. Hunter, now playing Sabora’s game of submission moves, gives Sabora all he has with the camel clutch. Sabora struggles at first but, being the submission machine that he is, eventually reverses the move by biting Hunter’s clasped hands and then crawling from under him. Now behind Hunter, Sabora locks in a sleeper-hold but quickly converts it by twisting Hunter around and going for The Machine once again.

JJ: At this rate, both men are going to suffocate each other to death

Creep: I haven’t seen two men hold each so intimately since I watched Brokeback Mountain.

JJ: What?

Creep: I’m serious. I’ve noticed that for the past couple of minutes, both Sabora and Hunter have been jumping on each other and trying to lock in their submission moves.

Hunter, now intent on defeating Sabora in his own game rather than stick to his own strength, manages to stop Sabora from locking in The Machine. Hunter manages to rake Sabora’s eyes before locking in a Neck Scissors. Hunter, having a decent amount of submission experience in him, manages to reverse it into a Crucifix Arm Bar. Hunter lets out a ferocious scream as he tightens the hold. Sabora smiles, knowing that he has programmed himself to never tap out. Eventually Sabora reverses Hunter’s crucifix arm bar by pressing down backwards on Hunter and then slipping one of his arms out.

Sabora proceeds to maneuver his way into grabbing Hunter’s ankle and locking in an ankle lock. Hunter immediately kicks him away and leaps back up. Sabora charges but Hunter goes for a clothesline. Sabora ducks it and immediately attempts to lock in The Machine yet again. He nearly does so but Hunter gets out of it as soon as Sabora grounds him to the mat. Both men get back up and suddenly stop. They both stand face to face as the crowd gets up on its feet and cheers them for their contest of submission maneuvers.

Creep: Wow

JJ: Yeah….seriously, both men nearly dismembered each other with all of that technical wrestling.

Creep: Still, Hunter had to pull out. He can’t keep going at Sabora’s rate in terms of submissions.

Hunter and Sabora stand face to face and Hunter ends up looking up at Rivera’s office window, where Rivera stands watching the match. Rivera briefly grins and Hunter suddenly realizes the reality of his situation.

He’s trapped.

If this had been a normal match, Hunter would have a great chance winning. But it’s not, it’s a match that lies in the vicinity of Chris Sabora. A submissions match is Sabora’s territory and it would be impossible for the Submission Machine to tap out. That, along with Sabora’s high pain tolerance and submission expertise, would render victory on someone such as Hunter’s part to be near impossible. Rivera can seen muttering “checkmate” to himself and it is at this specific time that Hunter realizes there’s only one way out of this match with him as the champion.

Sabora challenges him to a lock-up but Hunter, knowing engaging Sabora in another submission dueloff could be suicide, ends up kicking Sabora in the groin. Sabora, completely surprised, falls to his knees. The referee stares at Hunter, obviously noticing the illegal maneuver, before calling for the ring bell to be rung.

Creep: …what the fuck just happened?

Rivera’s eyes widen in shock as Hunter smiles at him.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen….here is your winner of the match via disqualification….”The Machine” Chris Sabora….however, due to the fact that the title cannot be exchanged via disqualification….Toby Hunter is STILL the EUW World Champion.

Rivera looks on shocked as Hunter grabs his belt and raises it towards Rivera’s direction. Hunter would rather die than let Rivera get the World Title and, knowing this is the only way to walk out as champion, got himself disqualified. Just as “The Sounds of Madness” by Shinedown, Sabora’s entrance music, blares through the speakers as the referee raises Sabora’s arm. The Machine seems to be furious, as he figured out what Hunter just did.

Just as Hunter raises the belt one more time in Rivera’s face, something strange happens. The entire audience begins booing Toby Hunter.

Creep: JJ….are you seeing this?

JJ: Yes I am, Creepy. Toby Hunter, for the first time in his career, is being booed by the entire crowd. Looks like Hunter’s intentional disqualification may have just killed his popularity

Creep: In all honesty, JJ, I don’t think Hunter can care less about not being the “good guy” anymore. This thing seems to be personal between him and Rivera. And, well, I honestly doubt he would be able to make Sabora, the submission machine, tap out. This match was totally against him.

JJ: Looks like Sabora won by DQ but Hunter is still champion due to the rules of title exchange. Even though I respect Hunter, I still have to keep in mind that he’s a prolific member of a biker gang.

Hunter ignores the boos from the crowds as he makes his way up the ramp. One of the audience members actually tries to throw his drink at Toby and, fortunately for him, he misses. The final shot of Retribution is a three screen split. The first one third showing Sabora standing in the ring, glaring with hatred at Hunter and his backup plan. The second third is of Hunter, looking back at the hateful and fickle audience and the last one is of Rivera, who although hasn’t taken the title back, seems to be satisfied that the audience has been unintentionally manipulated into hating Toby Hunter and loving Mark Rivera.

THIS HAS BEEN AN EUW PRODUCTION

Special thanks to all who helped in any way possible (Match Writing, Promos Sent in, all who RPed, etc). Enjoy the week off holiday everyone.