June 26th Saturday Night Vengeance

[Commissioner Warrior™]

The show begins with a camera opening to a darkened room somewhere inside the Vengeance Dome. A light, out of shot, flicks on and shines a spotlight on EUWs newly hired Spokesman, Mr. Luck, wearing a blue blazer with white pinstripe over a white dress shirt, is standing in front of a wooden podium, looking directly into the camera. To his right is "Big" Dave Markinson, wearing a black vest and fingerless gloves, his eyes constantly scanning the room for anything which might bring harm to Mr. Luck, while to Lucks left is the short, tanned form of Zack Cornell, wearing a long white shirt and standing somewhat suspiciously with his hands behind his back, giving a small smile at the camera.

Mr. Luck grabs a glass of water from behind the podium and nods at the camera, giving a large smile as he takes a sip of the water and sets it back down, looking straight into the cameras lens.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce myself to you wonderful people. My name is Mr. Luck, and I have been given the job of EUWs Official Spokesman. It is a pleasure to work for this company, and for you loyal fans."

Zack Cornell arranges something on the podium and whispers into Lucks ear. Luck nods as Dave Markinson looks on in a soundless presence.

"It is my job as EUW Spokesman to give light on the situations within EUW, and to regularly inform you, our loyal fans, about the current state of EUW. And that is what I will do." Mr. Luck clears his throat and continues "The current state of EUW is phenomenal. Quite simply, EUW is in the current state and of the current ability to overtake many other rival wrestling companies as the pioneer of the Professional Wrestling scene. Many of you wonder how it is possible, and the answer is quite simple: The talent on our current roster is incredibly phenomenal. We have the talents of such gigantic monoliths like Brett Cross and TITAN, We have the skills and wizardry of men like Marcus Puzzo, Jack Bull and Xplode, we have the technical excellence of men like Chris Sabora. Quite simply, the talent in EUW is impeccable for getting this federations name on the tongues of the majority of this great country."

Mr. Luck takes a quick drink of water before locking eye contact with the camera again. "We are incredibly lucky, and grateful, to have our arena here in Colorado. We are incredibly lucky to have a fanbase so passionate about the product they consume. This passion that you fans hold for this company is what drives every single competitor on to create five star matches, and it is that passion that our General Manager, Mark Rivera, looks to create every single week he creates the matches for you great fans." Mr. Luck turns to Dave Markinson and gives a small, soundless nod. "However, there have been many questions regarding EUWs current..manner, and one Mark Rivera. Questions raised by fans and PTC alike. As EUW Spokesman, it is my job to clear any concern any people might have about EUW at any one time. Today, we start clearing the cobwebs on the myth of EUW and reveal it for being the diamond it is."

Zack Cornell moves his hands to his front, making a bundle of papers clearly visible. He places them on the podium and Luck nods. "Thank you, my dutiful Assistant and Manager, Mr. Zack Cornell." Mr. Luck scans over the papers soundlessly for a few seconds before clearing his throat. "Firstly, Mr. Mark Rivera. As many of you already know, he came into power following Mr. Vincent Ellis's unfortunate suicide attempt, and many of you question his credentials and ability to carry the company. I am here to tell you, without a shadow of a doubt, that Mr. Rivera is doing a phenomenal job as General Manager, and that Mr. Rivera has done the key job of rising EUW past the bounds of mediocre and to the status of excellent. It is under the reins of Mark Rivera that we have seen the true unveiling of phenomenal superstars such as TITAN, Brett Cross, Marcus Puzzo, Chris Sabora and many, many others. Mr. Rivera has played to their strengths, and he has played to their weaknesses. He has created such memorable matches such as the Puzzo Brothers feud, Xplode taking on Hunter, Hunter against Sabora, Sabora against TITAN and many, many more. The fact of the matter is: Rivera's reign has only just begun."

Luck clears his throat again, not breaking eye contact with the camera. "As such, complaints about Rivera's regime are unfounded. He toils day after day, making this company a welcome atmosphere, making it a well-oiled machine, making it a true contender for the best wrestling company on the face of this planet today." Mr. Luck shuffles his papers "There is also talk about Mark Rivera's Council receiving favorable treatment for their services for Rivera, and some unfounded, disgusting rumors that they simply serve to be glorified mercenaries under Rivera, taking care of the competition. These rumors are simply unfounded, disgusting words floating around on the tongues of those who believe EUW to be a sub-par company on the borderline of backyard wrestling. The Council is simply a union of wrestlers who serve in their interest to make EUW the cutting edge it is today. There is no, how would you put it? "Scratch my back and i'll scratch yours." These men are doing it out of the goodness of their heart and soul."

Mr. Luck drains his cup of water and turns to Zack Cornell, who whispers something into Mr. Lucks ear. Mr. Luck nods. "There are also questions being muttered about the conclusion of our most recent Pay-Per-View, Retribution, with Toby Hunter winning by disqualification. Some think this is an outrageous way to behave as champion, and they are right. However, it is not in my jurisdiction to state what will happen to Hunter as payment for his underhanded deed. You will simply have to watch and find out tonight."

Mr. Luck wipes his brow and looks at the camera, giving a large grin, flashing his whitened teeth. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my honor as EUW Spokesman to introduce you to Saturday Night Vengeance! The fallout from Retribution starts here, and along with it, the realization that the Era of Rivera has only...just...begun."

[Commissioner Warrior™]

The camera changes to show JJ and Creep seated at the announce table, conversing about who knows what.

JJ: Hello everyone and welcome to Saturday Night Vengeance! As many of you know, EUW is coming off the heels of Retribution and there are many unanswered questions about it.

The Creep: Those will come later tonight though. Mr. Luck has done enough talking already. Let's get the action going!

JJ: And speaking of Luck, he's about to be in action.

As Voltaire hits the speakers, Charlie steps onto the ramp dressed in a long black fur coat, and walks down to the ring, smiling and waving the whole time. As he climbs up the ring steps he stops to wave and bow, and then steps inside the ring.

John Walt: Introducing our first competitor of the night...weighing in at 273 pounds...from parts unknown...Charlie!

Inside the ring is a plunger style detonator, wired up to the turnbuckles. Charlie grins and claps his hands before placing both hands on the plunger. He can be heard to be laughing maniacally as he pushes down the plunger, causing fireworks to erupt from each corner of the ring.

When the music hits, the lights go out in the arena. As the opening guitar riff and vocals sound, the lights re-emerge, a bright gold and red color. Once the main section of the music begins, Luck walks out onto the stage, adjusting the tie of his suit and grinning at the audience, stopping at the top of the ramp and giving them a wave. Cornell and "Big" Dave Markinson emerge from behind him. Cornell takes off Lucks suit blazer and folds it over his arm while Dave pats Lucks shoulders.

As they walk down the ramp, Luck unbuttons his pressed dress shirt, stopping midway up the ramp, taking off one of his many ties, and handing it to a young lady in the audience, grinning. The music continues as Zack Cornell hands the lady a piece of paper with Lucks number on before they continue down the ramp to the ring. Dave hops onto the apron and holds open the ropes for Luck and Cornell, who climb into the ring as Dave hops to the outside, pacing around the ring. Luck hands Cornell his shirt and tears off his suit pants, revealing his tights before climbing up to the nearest corner and clapping, pointing at the fans and grinning. He hops down, walking over to the silent John Walt and takes his microphone, causing the music to cut off as Cornell and Luck stand in the middle of the ring.

Luck: Ladies and Gentlemen of all ages, creeds and backgrounds, I thank you for being here in Colorado! Welcome to a night of violence, extravagance and vengeance! Welcome to a spectacle that needs to be seen to be believed! Ladies and Gentlemen, Introducing myself, the official EUW Spokesperson, hailing from Las Vegas in the beautiful American jewel of Nevada, Weighing in tonight at a slender two hundred and twenty one pounds, I AM MISTER LUCK!!!

Luck hands the microphone back to Walt. Luck walks into his corner and Cornell climbs out onto the apron, accompanying Big Dave who both stand on the apron, deep in talk with Luck who listens while he smiles and waves at his adoring crowd.

The Creep: We have some new blood battling for a paycheck in tonight's opening match. Mr. Luck vs. Charlie.

JJ: You know Creep, it's good to see Kid Luck back in the ring. Last time he made his debut, he showed immense potential.

The Creep: Looks like the kid took off his training wheels, he goes by Mr. Luck now.

JJ: I'm giving Luck the edge tonight, he's got experience backing him up and his run in the UWL proves that he's championship material.

The Creep: My money is on that Charlie fellow because he looks like he wants to eat Mr. Luck, literally.

JJ: Size vs. experience eh? Should be an interesting match.

Luck stands cautiously at his ring corner waiting for the ref to start the match and chatting with his pal Dave. Dave mumbles something and Luck looks at Charlie instantly. Charlie is standing in the center of the ring pounding his fists and giving Luck a sadistic staredown. The ref rings the bell and Luck slowly emerges from his corner taunting Charlie who stands patiently in the center of the ring eying up Luck. Luck starts dancing circles around Charlie while throwing a few left and right hooks like a cocky boxer.

Charlie stands his ground taking blow after blow, however Charlie appears to be unfazed and his evil smile continues to grow as Luck continues to pummel him with multiple left and right punches. Luck throws a few more hooks before he starts dancing around the ring rallying the crowd and taunting Charlie who ignores his insults.

JJ: I've been in this business for years Creep and never in my life have I seen an opponent smiling after getting punched in the face several times. You can say this is creeping me out.

The Creep: Well his track sheet did say that one of his hobbies included pain.

Luck dances around Charlie performing some shadow boxing routines, then he follows that up by twirling his arms and delivering a wild hay-maker, but suddenly Charlie grabs his arm in midair shocking the fans for a bit. Charlie goes on the offensive catching Luck off guard with a powerful right hook causing Luck to fall back a few steps from the impact. Charlie runs full blast at Luck and pours on the offense pounding Luck with multiple left and right punches to the face and chest. The crowd can't believe what is going on as Charlie forces Luck into a ring corner. Charlie fires a few more shots on Luck before pulling back to inspect the damage. Luck twirls around the ring dazed and slightly exhausted from what just happened before he takes a plunge landing chest first on the mat.

The Creep: This is starting to remind me of Rocky IV.

JJ: Luck wasn't taking his opponent seriously early on and Charlie is making him pay.

The Creep: He should change his name from Charlie to Chuck Norris when this is over, he just tenderized Mr. Luck.

Luck tries desperately to crawl out of the ring but Charlie grabs him by the left foot and pulls him back into the ring. Charlie lets out a loud laugh before grabbing Luck by his hair and yanking him back to his feet with Luck screaming in pain. Charlie moves him toward another ring corner and he immediately slams Luck's head into the top turnbuckle once. He mumbles some slurs in the face of Luck before slamming his face into the top turnbuckle again. Luck falls down on his knees from pain and exhaustion. Charlie is ready to follow that up moving to the opposite ring corner with the intention of using his body to flatten Luck into the ring corner. Charlie is about to start his run but Luck's bodyguard Dave taps him on the shoulder distracting Charlie and throwing a few taunts at him. Charlie responds with a couple of his own and he approaches Dave near the ropes but the ref steps in to break up the melee.

The Creep: I would love to see Chuck scrap with that Dave guy. Both men are behemoths.

JJ: I don't even think the ring could hold that kind of weight and power.

The ref screams at Charlie to mind his own business and Charlie obeys the ref returning to Luck who is laying on both knees with his back turned from Charlie's. The ref ignores both men while he exchanges a few words with Dave. Charlie once again goes to grab Luck by the hair but Luck quickly turns around delivering a quick punch to the stomach. It doesn't look like much on screen but Charlie completely flinches and he clutches his stomach. Luck follows that up delivering a quick punch to the head and Charlie moves back a couple of steps before landing flat on his back causing the ring to shake. The camera zooms in on Luck who is holding a pair of brass knuckles while flashing a cocky smile. Luck discards the knuckles hiding them in the turnbuckle just as the ref turns around. Dave see's that his job is done and he stops cursing the ref and he leaps off the apron. The fans are angry and they throw some boos at Luck.

JJ: All that time away from the EUW and he comes back a changed man. He's a dirty rotten cheater now!!!

The Creep: I'm starting to like this Kid Luck.

Luck pretends to act exhausted, the ref buys the act. Luck falls down on top of Charlie and waits for the three count.

1..2..Charlie kicks out at the last second to the dismay of Luck who slams the mat in anger. The crowd is going nuts and cheering for Charlie who lays flat on his back.

JJ: How did he kick out?

Charlie crawls across the ring trying to find something to grab onto while Luck once again dances around Charlie while hitting him in the head and limbs with some stomps. He yells "GET UP YOU FREAK!!!" while pounds away at Charlie's head with his boot. Luck forces Charlie into one of the ring corners and he grabs Charlie's left arm twisting it while he climbs the turnbuckle. He rallies the crowd who is still upset over the brass knuckles and they boo him but he gives the fans a big grin. Luck walks across the rope trying to attempt an old school but Charlie yanks Luck's arm causing him to flip over Charlie hitting his back hard on the mat with the crowd going wild. Charlie is back in the fight and Luck tries to do damage control by getting up and running toward the opposite ropes to build speed. Luck bounces off the ropes and runs toward Charlie but Charlie sticks out his left leg connecting with Luck's head and knocking him flat on his back instantly. The crowd let's out a loud WHOA!!!

The Creep: I think his neck is ****ing broken, holy ****

JJ: Broken neck? I don't even know if he's still alive!!!

Charlie brings back his sadistic smile and he runs toward some ropes to the side of Luck, he bounces off them and runs toward Luck, he stops and then he jumps into the air giving Luck a small body slam flattening Luck who's legs flop like a puppet from the impact. Charlie hooks the leg going for a three count.

1..2..

Just at the ref is about to slap the mat Dave enters the ring and kicks Charlie in the back and he gives Charlie a few shots to the head breaking the three count but not putting a dent in Charlie's stamina. The ref approaches Dave immediately and starts barking at him to get out of the ring but just as Dave goes for a retort Charlie does the work for him knocking him out of the ring with a vicious clothesline. Dave hits the ground hard but he is more furious than hurt. He gets back on his feet and he starts screaming at Charlie and the ref. He kicks the steel steps so hard that he sends the steel steps hurling a couple of feet from the ring and knocking the top piece off the base. He screams at Charlie "You step outside this ring and I'll break you, you little FREAK!!!" Charlie responds with an evil grin and he returns to Luck who is slowly returning to his feet using the ropes to pull himself up.

JJ: Did you see what Dave did to those steel steps. I don't want to cross paths with him on the streets.

The Creep: Charlie is lucky that this match isn't a no disqualification match. Otherwise he wouldn't be dominating right now.

JJ: I agree with you there, this Charlie guy has some raw power but Dave is no pushover. Luck knows how to pick his friends.

Charlie grabs Luck by the neck and he follows up his attack with an irish whip tossing Luck into the ring corner. At the same time he starts running and the moment Luck hits the turnbuckle Charlie rear ends him flattening his body. Luck once again spins in circles for a few steps before falling over, but Charlie catches him and lifts him into the air. He walks around the ring rallying the crowd and then he tosses Luck into the air and moves back allowing Luck to come crashing into the mat chest first. Luck bounces up onto his knees screaming in pain while he clutches his swollen red chest.

The Creep: Charlie is absolutely dominating this match right now. Nothing can stop this monster.

JJ: Well he loves pain, Luck could assault him with kindness.

The Creep: Now is not the time to joke JJ!!!

Charlie is stalking Luck as he crawls to a ring corner trying to come up with a plan. He winks at Dave, and Dave responds by entering the ring and approaching Charlie. Charlie sees him coming and he prepares himself but the ref steps in and furious with Dave he chews him out telling him that he will toss him from the match if he keeps it up. Spit is coming from his mouth. He directs Dave back toward the ropes ignoring Luck who is once again hunched over in the ring corner. Charlie ignores Dave and approaches Luck and he picks him up by the hair and Luck turns around swinging for the fences with a left hook. But Charlie grabs his arm revealing the shiny brass knuckles. Luck looks in horror while the fans cheer Charlie on, he slowly removes the knuckles from Luck's hand and he tosses them out of the ring and onto the ring floor. The ref looks back at Luck just after Charlie tossed the knuckles, Charlie grabs Luck by the throat with his right arm.

JJ: Looks like Luck is going to pay the piper. Cheaters never prosper.

The Creep: That's a lie JJ, Luck just doesn't know how to do it right.

JJ: I honestly hope you're drunk right now Creep.

Charlie walks around the ring while he clutches Luck's throat. Luck is in a frenzy now as he throws left and right hooks in desperation to break the hold. But that only makes Charlie happier and his smile slowly grows bigger. He knees Luck in the stomach and places him between his legs hoping to pull off a powerbomb. After a brief struggle he manages to lift Luck into the air but Luck responds throwing a barrage of shots to the head of Charlie.

The punches manage to phase Charlie as he struggles to hold Luck. Luck manages to break free and as he responds putting Charlie into a headlock and falling backwards nailing Charlie with a DDT printing his face into the ring. Luck rolls backwards while the rest of Charlie's body hits the mat hard. Charlie is still in the fight though and he slowly gets up from the impact. Luck knows he has to make something happen and he runs toward Charlie hitting him in the legs with several stiff kicks weakening Charlie's base. Charlie is still smiling but his body says otherwise as he instantly falls on one knee from the barrage of kicks. Luck runs toward the ropes behind him, bounces off them and runs straight at Charlie this time connecting with a perfect shining wizard. Charlie wobbles backwards a few steps from the hit but he is still standing. Luck can't believe it.

JJ: It's going to take a freight train to bring down Charlie

The Creep: Luck is throwing everything at him right now but he's still standing.

While he has stayed up, Charlie is certainly dazed. Seeing an opportunity, Luck backs up to gain momentum before bolting towards Charlie at full speed for the Desert Boot. Luck makes contact causing Charlie to stagger, hitting the ropes and wobbling back into the ring. The impact only seems to have knocked him out of his daze. Charlie laughs and motions for Luck to try it again. Luck runs towards the ropes near Charlie, bouncing off to gain momentum. He hits the far ropes, building tremendous speed, before colliding full force with another Desert Boot to Charlie. Charlie is knocked off his vertical base, laughing as he slams into the mat. But he slowly starts making his way up already. Luck feels as if it's time to end it, looking to one of the turnbuckles. With some encouraging yells from ringside coming from Big Dave and Zack, Luck begins building the crowd up. As they get louder and Charlie rises, Luck finally seems ready. He runs and springboards off the ropes, heading towards Charlie like a missile before hitting Snake Eyes just as he turns. The move knocks Charlie flat on his back with a resounding thud. Luck covers a smiling Charlie for 1...2...and 3!

John Walt: And here is your winner by pinfall....Mr. Luck!

Mr. Luck rises, relieved for things to be over and soaking in the crowd. Big Dave and Zack enter the ring, being sure to make certain he's okay, before they exit the ring and pander to the crowd on the way up the ramp to the back. Charlie rolls out of the ring finally, looking slightly saddened as he is wearing a frown. Though it's unclear if he's sad he lost, or sad Luck isn't assaulting him anymore. Either way, Charlie heads backstage.

[Commissioner Warrior™]

Backstage, The Council has congregated to hear from Mark Rivera about their direction at the moment. A less than thrilled Chris Sabora leans against a wall, stone-faced but obviously not happy about how his World Title match went. Marcus Puzzo, TITAN, and Brett Cross are seated on a bench not far from Rivera. Standing a distance from Rivera is the “Head of Security” James Vincent. Rivera looks around the room a bit before beginning to speak to everyone.

Mark Rivera: Hello everyone. First I want to speak to you all about Retribution. For the most part, we stand holding a great success with the show. I am quite pleased with everyone's actions and efforts. First though, I will touch on our darkest subject at the moment. In the Main Event of the evening, where Chris Sabora fought valiantly to procure the World Heavyweight Championship, as well as to provide a thrilling contest for our fans, our supposed champion took the coward's way out. Rather than facing the fire, he committed a horrible and sadly pitiful act by causing his own disqualification to hold on to his championship. I promise you Sabora, and each of you, he will be punished in time. I am left to worry about other things though, if for no other reason than that Toby Hunter is nowhere to be found.

Brett Cross: Nowhere t'be found?

Mark Rivera: That's right Brett. Most would expect a champion to be at a show every night, and especially after retaining said championship. But rather than come and gloat, explain, or apologize about his actions, Toby Hunter has not been seen. With him having not shown at all, I am instead going to move on to other things for tonight. Hunter will be dealt with in due time. Now, back to the subject of Retribution for a moment. I would like to point out that, despite Hunter's actions and the sad situation Sabora has had to deal with, the action was not all bad for us. The fact remains, Hunter no longer has the fans on his side. And now, I do. This is an asset we will have to be certain to use well. And in the mean time, I must depart you for the moment. I have something to present in the ring right now. I will speak to each of you prior to the Main Event later tonight. Until then gentlemen.

Rivera turns around, grabbing a large black velvet bag appearing to be covering and or containing something. He exits the room and heads towards the ring.


Some moments later, the camera shot shows the Vengeance Dome packed tight with fans. “Here I Go Again” by Whitesnake hits the arena as the fans erupt in cheers, ecstatic to see the great Mark Rivera entering the arena. The camera pans around the arena showing several fan signs depicting everything from “Mark Rivera! Our Savior!” to “The Council of The People”. Even one sign is seen that says “Rivera is a fraud!” which quickly causes the camera to jolt away, and security to confiscate the lie. Or at least, that's what everyone in the crowd is thinking. Rivera waves to everyone, giving a thumbs up here and there. He then pulls out a microphone and begins to speak to the crowd.

Mark Rivera: Hello everyone! Wow! I just can't help you all understand enough how this show would be nothing without each and every one of you. The only way I know how to even come close to that, is to start listening directly to you! Soon I will have many things being placed to a vote by all of our EUW fans to help them keep things going their way! Until then though, I recently did a small focus group with some select diehard fans to figure out just what you want. The conclusion that group came to is what brings me out here right now, and brings me to this bag under my arm.

The fans cheer even more, pawns in Rivera's ever-ongoing game of chess. Rivera then opens the bag and slides out what a few fans recognize, causing a slow uproar and an intrigued calm among the others. Rivera grabs the microphone to clear up things with those who can't see for sure.

Mark Rivera: For those of you who can't quite see this, or don't recognize it, I hold here in my hands the EUW Television Title!

The crowd thunders with yells and cheers at this notion, seeing that Mark Rivera could be restoring one of EUW's treasured championships.

Mark Rivera: To fill everyone in, this used to be quite the prestigious championship amongst everyone here. What made it so special though, is that it is defended each and every week. Not a night would pass in the Vengeance Dome without a Television Title Match. And I am here to tell you all that it is coming back! Starting next week, the Television Title is back in EUW and back on the line! Week in and week out, we will see new champions crowned and valiant champions retain. One thing will not change though. You will not attend an EUW event without seeing a Television Title match. And that's a promise!

Rivera smiles, before tossing the microphone to the ground and exiting the arena of roaring fans.

JJ: Wow, what news! The Television Title is back!

The Creep: That's for sure. I know some people may not realize it, but the Television Title is one of the hardest to hold on to. Many great men can prepare for championship matches once a month or once every few months. But when the sleep up a few weeks here and there, it hurts but they keep the title. So long as they do good in that one match, they're fine. It is not so when you are Television Champion. Nope, you'll have a target on your back week in and week out. And the moment you sneeze at the wrong time, the title is gone and someone else is right where you were.

JJ: That's going to make it quite interesting to see how this championship moves between people.

The Creep: Well before we get too entranced and caught up in this big news, let's move on to the next matchup of the night.

JJ: That's right. We're about to see 415 taking on Eddie Laurel.

The Creep: And both of these men have something to prove coming off of Retribution.

John Walt: And now we get to our second match of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall. Coming out first, 415!

The lights dim to a dark shade of purple. "Regulators" by Warren G begins to play as 415 walks through the entrance curtain. Dressed in a singlet, his hair pulled back into corn rolls, he raises his hands to the arena around him as white fireworks explode behind him. Taking a few steps forward, 415 then pulls his hand back and shoots it forward, pointing to the ring as one last firework goes off on the stage.

Slapping the hands of the fans along the way, he breaks into a sprint upon reaching the entrance curtain and slides under the bottom rope. The fans cheer for 415 heavily as he stands up and climbs a nearby turnbuckle, yanking off his trademark headband and tossing it out to the crowd before him.

John Walt: And his opponent.. EDDIE LAUREL!

"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 demeanor, Jed is playing to the crowd, high diving 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.

J.J: This match will be interesting. Two men with similar body sizes are squaring off for the most prized possession in our sport.. Respect.

Creep: Bullshit. They just want to win!

J.J: Not everyone is as simple as that, old friend.

Creep: Oh yeah? Name one..

J.J: Good point.

Both men circle the ring as the bell is rung. Patting the sides of his legs, 415 nods from underneath a purple latex mask. Eddie winks in return, and the two lock up.

Both men lean into one another in a battle of strength. Pulling back his forearm, 415 swings a powerful clothesline but finds nothing but air as Eddie easily ducks underneath it. Eddie then grabs 415 around his waist and begins to lift him up, only to find himself stopped due to 415’s body weight.

J.J: Wow, wake up call for Eddie. He must have been feeling pretty strong for a moment!

Creep: 415 is a damn midget. Eddie needs to start hitting the weights. If he pays me, I might let him in on some of my secrets…

J.J: Drinking beer and staying out all night with the ladies is not a secret, Creep.

Stepping back, 415 rushes to the ring ropes. He bounces off of them, leaping into the air in a body splash fashion. The move is performed perfectly as he lands upon Eddie Laurel, and the two crumble to the mat. 415 surprisingly grabs his leg, and attempts an early pin!

(1.….. Kick out!)

Eddie easily kicks out of the pin and slides out from 415. 415 responds by hopping up to his feet, only to be drop kicked by the oncoming Eddie Laurel! The fans are beginning to grow louder as both men scramble to their feet once more. 415 hooks Eddie’s arm quickly, utilizing a side arm suplex. Landing upon his back, Eddie reacts and recovers like a true professional, raising both legs and wrapping them around the head of 415! He then pulls his opponent to the mat along side him!

Both men hop to their feet once more and stare at each other. The fans applaud the skill of both men inside of the ring..

J.J: This is wrestling 101 ladies and gentlemen.

Creep: That is probably the only moves that either of those two men actually know, so I hope everyone enjoyed them…

Reaching out, Eddie offers a handshake to 415, one that is happily returned and accepted. Both men circle each other in the ring once more now, and simultaneously lock up once more! It is Eddie once more on the offense, as he impresses the fans by kicking 415 in the gut, and then nailing the suicide DDT! Laurel covers 415 for the pin immediately.

(1...2.. KICK OUT!)

415 rolls away, but not before driving his elbow into Eddie Laurel’s face! 415 then kicks up to his feet amazingly, only to hop up on the nearby middle rope! Using the rope, he launches into the air! He lands hard with a super leg drop unto the reeling Eddie Laurel as the fans literally jump out of their seats! Rolling over to his feet, 415 is back upright, followed right behind by..

J.J: Damn, Laurel is still in the fight! That man is showing us something tonight!

Creep: Yeah, he is showing how much of an ass kicking he can take!

Turning around, Eddie is the first to grab 415 and pull him in for a headlock! 415 reverses it by sliding out and attempting a neck breaker! Eddie counters this as well… shoving him away only to be elbowed one more time to the face as 415 is sent forward! 415 then grabs Eddie, falls to his back, and nails the code breaker!!!

Creep: There we go.

415 covers for the pin while Eddie seems unable to defend himself.

(1.….2... KICK OUT!)

415 shakes his head as he lifts Eddie back to his feet. With a hard Irish Whip, he sends Laurel to the ropes. As he waits for the return, Eddie somehow pulls even more life from inside of him.. Launching into the air and nailing the Hurracanrana! 415 rolls hard to the mat as Eddie looks to the top turnbuckle. Seeing his opportunity, Eddie scales the turnbuckle. He turns and looks to see 415 appearing motionless. Without hesitation, Laurel leaps into the air for the Danse Russe. He makes the full rotations, but 415 rolls out of the way in the nick of time. Laurel slams hard against the mat. Laurel is obviously hurt, but he does what he can to recover quickly, getting to his feet. 415 is up before him though, and stands near Laurel just as he rises. 415 then capitalizes by nailing the Retribution on the damaged Eddie Laurel! The impact lays him out as 415 covers him for 1...2...and 3!

John Walt: And here is your winner by pinfall....415!

415 celebrates in the ring, while Eddie Laurel is still trying to recover. Following his short celebration, 415 slides out of the ring and heads backstage. Some moments later, Eddie Laurel slowly does the same.

[Commissioner Warrior™]

Meanwhile backstage, and eerie meeting is occurring between two unlikely beings. In what appears to be a secluded area of the arena, not very well lit, Count Ludvak and each of his followers stand tall with Mark Rivera across from them. Just to the side of Rivera is his Head of Security, JDV. Everyone holds their ground for a moment, before finally the silence is broken as Rivera begins to speak.

Mark Rivera: Thank you for meeting me here Count Ludvak. Now I am sure you have some questions, so I will begin by allowing you to as-

Count Ludvak: Before you lose your place sir, I will ask questions as I please. I understand your position, but I will not be commanded and allowed to do things at your leisure like some peasant. First, I inquire as to why I have not been put in a contest this week. Second, I ask why you bring me here. You may now answer.

Mark Rivera: Whatever you say Count. While I admire you in some ways, you simply do not have a place as a wrestler in this company. You are too violent for our programming. Do not fret though, I have come up with something for you to do that benefits both of us. While I have no doubt that James Vincent can hold his own as Head of Security, he could certainly do with a proper security force. This is where you come in. You will do just what you do best to garner however many security guards you see fit or however many James asks for.

Count Ludvak: And what happens if I decline?

Mark Rivera: Then you have no place in this institution, no endgame or goal with the building of your army or brood or whatever.

Count Ludvak: While your consequences are less than frightening, I had already made my decision. I accept this position.

Mark Rivera: You must understand though. You will not be on TV and you will keep what you are doing to each of you. I understand you may already be doing what you can for this, but I simply aim to make it clear to you. With that being said, JDV and I will depart. I request to take Dionisie as my personal security guard though. I do not expect issues, but I wish for JDV to handle security within the company and not to have to worry about me even in the slightest.

Ludvak stands for a moment without responding before nodding. Mark Rivera, JDV, and Dionisie then proceed to leave. They make it a little ways down the hall before Rivera appears to have remembered something else he wants to ask about or say to Count Ludvak. He turns and jogs down the hall to be quick, only to arrive just where they were and see no sign of Ludvak, Dumitru, and Radu at all. They instead seem to have vanished without a trace. Rivera stands for a moment, thrown off by this oddity, but doesn't dwell on it. He instead joins back with JDV and Dionisie. The three of them then make their way to the curtains just behind the stage, where the participants of the Main Event are likely waiting for things to get started and waiting to speak to Rivera.

Some moments later, he arrives just backstage with JDV and Dionisie at his side. Rivera looks around, seeing TITAN, Chris Sabora, Marcus Puzzo, and Dante Holly all having awaited the arrival of Rivera and the special guest referee, JDV. Rivera looks around, being certain everyone is there before beginning to speak.

Mark Rivera: I don't with to spend forever giving you all a huge pep talk, but I do want to make things clear before we get this Main Event going. You all know the image we are looking to produce. I want this to be a hotly contested match, no holding back, but not horrible violence. I also do not want anyone hurt. Lastly, JDV is going to be out there to keep order and make sure nothing goes wrong. As well as to add more to the image of The Council. I don't want any of you holding back, but I want you each to treat this as a match and not to create grudges or take anything too far. Now, I've said enough I think, go out there and make this company look amazing. Oh yeah, and do it for the fans.

Rivera chuckles and winks to them, before turning and exiting with Dionisie just behind him. Everyone else in the group turns the the curtain and waits for music to start to hit and entrances to begin. The feed of the arena shows tons of excited fans ready for the Main Event to begin, and JJ and Creep just as excited at the announce table.

JJ: Well here we are at just what everyone has been waiting for. Our Main Event of the evening.

The Creep: And this is going to be one hell of a Main Event. We've got four top notch competitors going at it for just that, the thrill of competition.

JJ: And with EUW's “Head of Security” at the reigns of referee, there's truly no telling just what is going to happen.

The Creep: Hey, no criticizing the best ref in the business.

JJ: Well enough babbling, let's go!

As the opening begins to play the camera shifts to outside and a big D is in the air. Out of nowhere from the light cast by the D appears a man who looks at the camera and breaks into a sprint into the arena. As the intro of the song finishes the man reaches the top of the stage and poses, with his fists to his hips, his chest puffed out and his cape hanging behind him as the crowd pops, their hero having arrived.

John Walt: Introducing first...from Hollywood, California...weighing in at 165 pounds...Dante Holly!

He struts down to the ring still holding the pose until he gets to the steps. He climbs the steps and the turnbuckles to the top rope before stopping and leaping off, “flying” through the air. It looks like he is going to crash and burn but he does a front roll as he hit’s the ground and emerges on his feet, one hand in front of him, and one behind his cape.

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: The first opponent...hailing from San Francisco, California...weighing in at 265 pounds...TITAN!

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

John Walt: The next participant in our match weighs in at 210 pounds...he is Marcus Puzzo!

As beware of us hits Marcus makes his way out to the ramp way. As he makes his way to wards the ring the crowd boos him, Marcus makes the gesture of giving them the finger. Upon entering the ring Marcus climbs the first turnbuckle and gives the booing crowd the finger he then stands in the middle of the ring and spits in the middle of the ring making it known that he doesn't care about the fans. Heading to wards the next turnbuckle he does the same thing to the fans on the other side of the ring, he even gestures to one of the fans to get onto the ring with him.

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.

John Walt: And our final competitor...from Los Angeles, California...weighing in at 265 pounds...he is 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 awaiting the arrival of James Vincent.

Lunatic Fringe starts to play and James Vincent enters the arena. Silver fireworks erupt from the stage behind JDV lighting up the dark arena, the lights comeback on and JDV heads down the ramp. JDV slides into the center of the ring and climbs one of the turnbuckles saluting the audience while a ring of silver pyro erupts in a circle above him.

John Walt: And finally, our Special Guest Referee for this contest...the “Head of Security” JDV!

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 Sabora, TITAN, Dante, and Marcus who are all eager to get the match going.

JDV looks around for a moment, before calling for the bell as the action gets underway. Each of the men look around, nodding to each other in respect just before all chaos breaks loose. Marcus bolts towards Sabora, while TITAN turns towards Dante and the two lock up. JDV backs up a little, keeping an eye on things but not interfering and for the most part letting every go. Marcus immediately flies with a shining wizard, but Sabora manages to scout this and pushes Marcus off and out of the way mid-move. Marcus hits the mat hard, but Sabora goes right after him. A stiff kick lands in Marcus's gut while he is on the ground, causing him to coil and roll away before getting back to his feet. He is up and Sabora grabs Marcus for a belly to belly suplex, but Marcus manages to hook his leg around Sabora's to block. Suddenly he goes for a belly to belly of his own, but Sabora blocks as well. Sabora responds with a sudden lariat, knocking Marcus flat to the mat.

JJ: Marcus hits hard, but he's holding his own against Sabora!

The Creep: But check out Dante and TITAN.

In something which is still baffling everyone in the crowd, TITAN and Dante are still locked up though they have moved quite a distance around the ring. Either Dante is having a rare amount of strength, or TITAN is toying with him. Either way, the lock up has continued all this time, and suddenly it appears over as TITAN unleashes a burst of strength sending Dante flying across the ring. Dante rolls around, landing flat far away from him. He kips up though, pandering a little to the crowd as if he is unphased. Dante instead runs full force at TITAN, going for a standing cross body, but TITAN easily catches the small man. TITAN then proceeds to demonstrate his strength with a body press, before bringing Dante into a hard backbreaker. TITAN goes for a cover and JDV slides in to count 1...2...but Dante gets a shoulder up.

JJ: I constantly wonder how that boy gets up from things.

The Creep: Sometimes I feel bad for him. He gets squashed so much. And I don't even think he realizes it...

TITAN gets up after the failed pin attempt, lifting Dante up off the ground quickly and plopping him on his feet. Dante seems unphased, and suddenly yells as if him getting up was a great feat he accomplished himself. Dante lands a few huge punches on TITAN, dealing a little damage, before Irish whipping him towards the ropes. Meanwhile, Sabora and Marcus have been having at it. After kicking him in the gut, Sabora went quickly to lock in sharpshooter, but Marcus managed to slip away before it could be put in. He got to his feet quickly after, only for Sabora to go for a DDT, but Marcus quickly gets a thumb to the eye. It is right then that Dante is standing tall in the center of the ring, puffing his chest out to let TITAN slam into him. This happens just as thought, except Dante gets knocked over and bounces to the ground. TITAN chuckles at this, but is suddenly caught off guard. Seeing TITAN distracted, and having distracted Sabora, Marcus catches TITAN from behind out of nowhere with The Big Hit.

JJ: Where the hell did that come from?!

The Creep: Marcus just hit TITAN with his finisher from nowhere!

Marcus goes for the cover and JDV goes to count 1...2...but the now recovered Sabora kicks Marcus full force in the gut knocking him off and breaking up the pinfall. Marcus rolls away, grasping his gut but getting back to his feet. Sabora steps on TITAN, moving towards Marcus, but is attacked before he can get there. Dante has made it back up, and he hits a leg lariat with such momentum that it causes him and Sabora to fly over the ropes just after impact. In the ring, Marcus is up, and TITAN is rising. Marcus is now looking for a way to capitalize before TITAN is up and going again. Marcus goes near him and starts delivering kicks and some punches trying to weaken TITAN some as he is getting up. Just as he rises, Marcus goes for a belly to belly suplex just as TITAN rises, amazingly pulling off the maneuver. TITAN hits the mat hard, as Marcus bolts in for the cover. JDV counts for 1...2...but TITAN kicks out again.

JJ: Marcus is putting up a hell of a fight here.

The Creep: That's for damn sure. Twice now he's gotten close to taking out TITAN.

On the outside, Sabora and Dante are going at it. Dante rolls to his feet before Sabora, quickly pandering to the fans just near him and building his energy. Just as Sabora rises, Dante grabs for an arm drag and takes Sabora with it, but quickly rolls back to his feet. He goes for his second, but Sabora holds his ground and goes nowhere. Dante is slightly surprised, and suddenly strikes a superhero pose. Even Sabora is a little surprised by this, giving Dante just the split second he needs to summon his super speed and run away as quickly as possible. Sabora appears slightly annoyed, but Dante's quick getaway causes him to not realize that Sabora isn't following him. Dante bolts quickly around the ring, reaching just where he bolted away from and running into Sabora who is standing just where he was, waiting to clothesline Dante.

JJ: Ouch...that was almost a good idea.

The Creep: Almost.

Having hit the ground on the outside hard with a thud, Dante is rolling, trying to shake off the damage. Sabora pulls him up off the ground and rolls him into the ring though. Sabora rolls in after him, then going to work. He stars delivering some stiff strikes to Dante while he's down, but Dante fights through them as he rises. Sabora then hits a hard elbow causing Dante to stagger. By now, Marcus has been knocked down and TITAN is on his feet. He sees Sabora focusing on Dante and capitalizes. He suddenly grabs Sabora and pulls him into position, locking in a huge bear hug. Sabora isn't worried in the slightest about tapping out, but TITAN is certainly weakening him at the moment. TITAN squeezes and increases the pressure and damage, but is getting no results as Sabora isn't even close to tapping out.

JJ: I don't know how effective this move is really going to be.

The Creep: He might not get the win, but I think TITAN is definitely dealing damage.

Suddenly, TITAN tosses Sabora up for just a moment, rotating him and dropping him back to his feet. Before Sabora can slip away, the now angered TITAN starts choking Sabora from behind. Even in a match such as this, choking shouldn't be occurring. JDV sees this and starts yelling at TITAN to stop. TITAN ignores him, but JDV starts counting. He counts all the way to five, only for TITAN to still have him. Being unable to disqualify him, JDV suddenly starts attacking TITAN in order to force him to release the hold. A few punches and kicks, and then a stiff kick to the back of the knee finally causes TITAN to release. Sabora drops to the mat, grasping his neck and attempting to recover as quickly as possible. JDV and TITAN are now yelling back and forth, JDV furious both at TITAN's disregard for his authority and for being so violent out there. The two argue back and forth, before Sabora rolls TITAN up for a school boy. JDV goes right in for the count of 1...2...but TITAN kicks out of it.

JJ: What is JDV doing? He attacked TITAN, and then quick counted!

The Creep: One, TITAN shouldn't have been choking. Two, that count was plain speed.

On the other side of the ring, Dante and Marcus are going toe to toe. Dante goes to attack Marcus as he rises with a cross body, but Marcus manages to duck out of the way. Dante hits the mat hard, rolling back to his feet as quickly as he can. Just as he is up though, Marcus grabs him and lands a body slam. Dante arches his back in pain, as Marcus lifts him back to his feet. Marcus lands a stern kick to the gut as Dante doubles over, giving Marcus the opportunity to hit a canadian destroyer with authority. Marcus pins him, and JDV slides in for the count of 1...2...but Dante kicks out of it. Dante gets to his feet, shaking things off enough to grab Marcus for an arm drag. Marcus flies into it, hitting the mat and rolling through. Dante manages to repeat this landing a total of four arm drags on Marcus, before Marcus suddenly knees Dante in the gut and grabs him, lifting Dante into the air to crash him down into a stomach crusher.

JJ: Ouch! Dante was building a little momentum before that one.

The Creep: Was being the key word there.

Marcus rolls Dante over, going for another pin attempt and garnering 1...2...but Sabora breaks it up. In the meantime of this going on, Sabora and TITAN went back and forth, only for Sabora to suddenly hit a roundhouse kick, dazing TITAN long enough for him to land the The Maximum Overdrive. Rather than allowing someone else to break it up as he attempted a pin though, Sabora instead kicked TITAN hard and out of the ring, turning his focus on Marcus and Dante. Marcus is lifted off the mat long enough for Sabora to hit a belly to belly suplex sending him far across the ring and far away from him. With Marcus down and TITAN still on the outside, Sabora turns to Dante. Dante oddly hops to his feet, accomplished about this, he strikes another superhero pose. Rather than distracting Sabora, this instead gives him the prime opportunity to hit the Maximum Overdrive on him and cover Dante for 1...2...and 3!

John Walt: And here is your winner by pinfall...Chris Sabora!

Sabora rolls away, standing in the ring as JDV raises his arm in victory. An angered TITAN is finally up on the outside, looking less than pleased with Sabora or JDV. Sadly, Dante is still out cold, while Marcus is nursing his wounds on the outside. With what looks like a Council success, Saturday Night Vengeance comes to a close with Chris Sabora standing tall, and Toby Hunter still nowhere to be found.


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