July 4th SNV

[Commissioner Warrior™]

The night begins with a still triumphant but unusually tense meeting of The Council. Everyone is seated, except for Mark Rivera and his chosen security guards of Romanian origin. Rivera glances around, seeing that Sabora is leaned in the corner as usual, but Dante Holly and Marcus Puzzo form an awkward wall between TITAN and James Vincent as they are seated on the bench. Things appear to still be tense from an incident in the main event last week. Before things can get even worse, Rivera begins to speak and everyone reluctantly listens intently.

Mark Rivera: I would like to first applaud everyone on the job that was executed last week. For the most part, the Main Event went off without a hitch. We perfectly exhibited the ability of The Council, without showing too many major issues. Again, well done men.

Before he can even continue his statement, TITAN hops up and begins ranting.

TITAN: If that bastard excuse for a referee hadn't attacked me, I would have won that match fair and square.

An odd look comes from the side of the room by Sabora who had the victory himself, but rather than getting involved, he stays there as JDV retaliates.

JDV: If you had followed the rules like you were supposed to, I wouldn't have had to intervene!

Before things can even get that elevated, Rivera nods and then Dionisie and Dumitru step in and hold back Vincent and TITAN. As the two hold back their respective men, Rivera attempts to calm them down.

Mark Rivera: I can't have any petty arguments and conflicts between you happening right now. With Toby Hunter gone, we have the prime opportunity to build the Council's credibility be plenty above him when he finally shows back up.

JDV: Then you need to do something about this now, so this can get handled without issues in the public eye, because if this doesn't get handled, issues will happen.

TITAN: Way to speak some sense.

Mark Rivera: Fine, if you two won't drop this right now, I'll fix it. I want no more issues this week though. Next week, I'll let you two handle this the old fashioned way. It will be JDV taking on TITAN one on one. I want this to be professional though. You settle your issues, but you make us look good. The image of the company is your first priority. Now, I want to go over this week. In our Main Event, we have another exhibition of The Council. This time, I want prime teamwork. Sabora, I don't expect any issues from you and our new spokesman. Marcus and Dante, I also expect no issues from you two. Despite that, I lay down my reminder that we need things to look good.

Rivera flashes his expectant but odd and slightly phony smile as the weekly meeting of The Council comes to a close. With his expectations laid, the show gets underway.

[Commissioner Warrior™]

Sunday Night Vengeance opens with a classic and exciting fireworks display, exploding in fun and red, white, and blue displays to celebrate the 4th of July. A video then begins to play, with the National Anthem playing loud and proud as many shots of US soldiers are shown. From views of fighter jets flowing overhead, to shots of the troops overseas, to many images representing the classic thoughts of the country, the video continues as a great tribute. It finally winds down, coming to a close as the crowd cheers in support of this coupled with excitement for the show being ready to happen.

JJ: Hello everyone and welcome to Sunday Night Vengeance! I would like to start with a shout-out to the troops of these United States and their dedication to the freedom of our country. They risk their lives day in and day out, and on behalf of EUW, we tip our hats and hold our respect to you.

The Creep: Enough patriotic...time for wrestling!

JJ: Well fine then, let's get things underway.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen it is time for our opening bout of the evening! Introducing first...from parts unknown...weighing in at 127 pounds...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 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: And his opponent...currently residing in Los Angeles, California...weighing in at 215 pounds...Thiago Estima!

The lights dim slightly and change to a green and yellow color scheme, and "Dollaz & Sense" by Blackroc, Rza, and Pharoahe Monch begins to fade in. the lights slowly flicker and Thiago Estima emerges from the backstage with his agent Ricky Silva. Estima looks like possessed as he walks to the ring, eyes never wandering from the sight of the ring. He slides in and quickly begins to warm-up for his match as Silva takes a seat near the announce table.

Estima and Laurel square up and begin to circle as the bell sounds. The match is underway quick as Laurel bolts towards Thiago and knocks him quick with a shining wizard. The move connects and Estima hits the ground with a thud and goes to recover. As he is rising, Laurel stays on the offense, using his speed and quickness entirely to his advantage. Laurel bounces off the ropes, gaining some speed, before landing a hurricanrana as smooth as ever. Thiago flows through it, hitting the ground and rolling through amazingly. He gets to his feet, dazed just a hair but he throws it off. Laurel goes after him, attempting an enzuiguri, but before he can hit it Estima lands a stiff elbow knocking him back.

JJ: What a blow! Estima stopped Laurel dead in his tracks!

The Creep: Granted, Laurel could be stopped by an angry teen anorexic.

Laurel staggers, recovering only for Estima to hit another hard blow. A punch lands as this trifecta causes Laurel to be entirely dazed, giving Estima the opportunity he needs. He grabs Laurel, going for a belly to belly suplex. It is executed as Laurel flies across the ring. Estima's power coupled with Eddie's weight causes more air than expected. Laurel lands with the square of his back on the turnbuckle pad. He hits, taking severe damage and getting his leg caught causing him to fall down into a tree of woe. Estima laughs, beginning to taunt the crowd due to his current situation. He gives a cocky bow, showing off his temporary victory.

JJ: Estima needs to be careful, he should take advantage.

The Creep: He's definitely got the upper hand at the moment though.

As Estima continues to celebrate his holding the advantage, Laurel has begun to recover. Despite his damage, he has gotten out from the predicament and back to his feet. Laurel runs towards Estima just as he turns, going for a dropkick. Estima sidesteps him though, throwing a huge kick to the mid-section of Laurel. Laurel grasps his stomach as he slams to the mat. Not make the same mistake as before, Thiago goes for a submission this time. He kicks Laurel in the thigh, quickly locking on a Texas Cloverleaf. Rearing back, increasing the intensity and damage on his grounded and trapped opponent. Laurel screeches in pain, before looking for an out. He appears hesitant to tap out, feeling the effects of the belly to belly earlier. Instead though, he manages to reach to his side and grasp the ropes.

JJ: What an escape by Eddie Laurel!

The Creep: I really thought he was done for there.

The referee begins the five count, getting as high as three before Thiago releases him. Again letting his ego get the better of him, Estima allows Eddie Laurel ample time to recover as he basks in his ability and near-victory. After more taunting and basking, he turns to see Laurel back on his feet. The scrappy Laurel has held his own, and appears to offer Thiago to go after him. Estima takes the bait, running right into a drop toe hold. With this opening ready, Laurel quickly goes to deal his own damage with a few swift kicks. He follows up with a bounce off the ropes and speed ending in a stern leg drop. Thiago feels the impact, rolling away only for Laurel to come right back at him. Gaining speed once again, Laurel hits a dropkick to the side of Estima which sends him flying to the outside.

JJ: Eddie Laurel is coming back here!

The Creep: Don't worry. Estima just has to fall on him to win.

Estima rolls on the outside, doing all he can to recover as quickly as possible. Despite this, the damage has taken hold, and meanwhile on the inside Eddie Laurel is getting just the moment of recovery necessary. Estima rises, only for Laurel to leap out with a suicide dive. He rolls back to his feet, grabbing Estima as he rises and smashing him into the ring before rolling him into it. He slides in, landing some striking blows to keep Estima down before seeing his chance to finish things off. With final guarantees in strikes, he drags the damaged Estima into position and hurdles his tiny body onto the turnbuckle. Laurel slowly stands up, before flinging himself for the Danse Russe. He covers Estima for 1...2...and 3!

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

Laurel celebrates, before heading backstage. Estima takes some time to recover, before finally pulling himself together and exiting as well.

[Commissioner Warrior™]

With both of them gone, “Here I Go Again” by Whitesnake hits the arena as the crowd cheers at the arrival of Mark Rivera. Rivera steps out, nodding and smiling to the crowd as he holds the EUW Television Title over his shoulder. He has a microphone in the other hand, which comes into use after he allows the crowd to have enamored him plenty and calmed down.

Mark Rivera: Hello everyone. I'm here for a simple reason right now. Last week I came out and informed everyone that EUW's Television Championship would be returning this week. I am here right now to deliver on that promise!

The crowd cheers more, soaking up just what Rivera wants them to.

Mark Rivera: Tonight we will see 415 and Charlie go head to head, putting everything on the line for the Television Championship. And keep in mind, as much an opportunity as this is for them, it is just as much for the benefit of you people here tonight! Every week, the championship will be on the line. So every week, you will all be seeing a championship matchup!

Rivera once again pauses, allowing the crowd to react in exactly the way he expects. Like the frighteningly manipulative man he is, Mark Rivera feeds the bait and they bite, just as he expected, before he moves on to the next bit of bait.

Mark Rivera: And before I stand out here and talk and talk on and on, as I'm sure none of you want to see, let's get that championship match going! Referee, please come retrieve the championship from me as I head backstage to admire this great contest.

A referee enters from backstage, grabbing the Television Title from Rivera and going towards the ring. Meanwhile, Rivera gives his wave and heads to the back.

John Walt: And now, we head into the second match of the evening. This will be a one on one contest for the newly remained, EUW Television Title. There will be a 30 minute time limit. Coming to the ring first, he has taken the EUW by storm. He is.. CHARLIE!

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.

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.


J.J: There is the new superstar in the EUW, Charlie. It’s really an opportunity for him to find a place in this match. I only hope he can make the most of it.

Creep: He fought one match.. And lost. This is a miracle for him. If he does not make it count, then he truly has let a golden opportunity slip by.

The crowd begins to slow down their cheers as John Walt raises the microphone once more. Looking into the camera, he continues..

John Walt: And his opponent. A man who has traveled the long road to this very spot, the masked man.. 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.

J.J: I look at that man, and all I see is a survivor. Throughout the last few years, that kid has shoved against the old proverbial wall and made a name for himself.

Creep: I could talk shit about 415 easily. Hell, I could do that for about anyone in the locker room but when it comes to this kid, I feel nothing but respect. He asks for nothing, and takes what he is given. Win or loss, he puts out his very best every week.

J.J: I am going to have to agree with you.

415 adjusts his mask slightly as he walks around the ring. The strings on the back of the mask flap against his shoulder blades as he keeps his eyes on the man across from him, Charlie. Tightening his tunic, Charlie licks his lips as his large gaze stares back at 415 with a look of almost.. Interest. Perhaps it was the mask upon 415, or maybe it was just an interest in the match at hand? Either way, Charlie’s head was definitely in the game.

Walking into the center of the ring, the referee raises the golden strap that is the TV title for all to see. The arena lights flicker off the contours of the belt as he shows it to each competitor now. Handing it to the bell keep, the ref then signals for the match to begin.

(DING DING!)

The two men approach one another, Reaching out to Charlie, 415 begins his assault only to take a sudden step backwards! Charlie is seen sticking his tongue out at the masked man while dancing like a tap dancer! The crowd begins to laugh. With a shake of the head, 415 lunges at the bald man, hooking in a fast head lock. Tightening his grip, 415 grunts as he leans back. Held tightly in the head lock, Charlie is oddly smiling, almost as if the pain is not even registering.

415 notices this, opting to shove Charlie forward and begin an Irish Whip. 415 uses his own momentum as he rushes the ring ropes across from him hard. The two men collide into one another, with 415 landing upon his ass instead! Charlie is seen standing in the center of the ring.. Picking his nose.

Creep: (Laughing)

J.J: I don’t think that dude is playing with a full deck.

Creep: I know. (Laughing.) That’s why I like him! He sort of reminds me of myself when I was young, with a lot less hair.

J.J: Were you ever young?

Shaking his head in frustration, 415 rises to his feet once more and pats off his pant legs of dust. With his tongue hanging out of his mouth, Charlie offers a handshake to 415. 415 now, and accepts the handshake. The crowd eats it up as the two men exchange respect. Nodding to the fans, Charlie looks towards 415, only to yank him close and hug him tightly in a bear hug! 415 squeals now, as Charlie applies the pressure.

The crowd begins to chant “415 415!” as Charlie leans forward. A thin layer of drool begins to dribble down the corners of his mouth, almost as if he is in ecstasy. As 415’s arms begin to become lifeless, Charlie head bunts the man and then lifts him high. Twisting 415 around, Charlie nails the Full Nelson Slam! 415 crashes hard to the mat as Charlie is seen looking down at him, literally taking his time dealing the punishment.

415 turns over now, and begins crawling towards the ring ropes. Charlie scratches the side of his neck, and then bends over to grab an outstretched leg. 415 reacts quickly, using his other free leg to drive his boot into the chin of Charlie. Charlie still has a firm grip of the leg, and so 415 drives his boot into Charlie’s jaw repeatedly, using a stronger effort each time! Finally, after one huge thrust, Charlie lets go and stumbles backwards. He is still smiling somehow, with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. After performing a walking circle in the ring, the bald man falls hard to the mat with his arms out stretched. On the mat, 415 takes a deep sigh of relief.

Creep: Now that is a hard head.

J.J: I didn’t think the man was going to let go at all! 415 needs to capitalize on this this!

Rolling over to his knees, 415 rises to his feet once more. He looks up at the crowd as they respond in a hail of cheers. Then, with a glance to the nearby turnbuckle, he heads in that direction. His intentions are clear. Slowly, he climbs each pad until he reaches the top. With arms lifted high into the air, 415 leaps off and sails into the wind! His body is perfectly arched, as he drifts along and lands hard unto the unconscious Charlie with a huge body splash! Raiding one leg, 415 attempts the pin.

(1.….2.… Kick out!)

Charlie sits up suddenly, tossing 415 aside in the process. 415 slams his gloved fist into the mat and rises to his feet once more. Pointing at the fans, he turns around only to find out that Charlie is just as nimble, arriving to his feet at the same time. With a flash of a gesture, Charlie nails a neck breaker! 415 crumbles to the mat now, like a lifeless husk. The pain does not stop there for 415 however as Charlie lifts him back to his feet effortlessly. With a display of strength, Charlie drives 415 high into the air, slamming him down hard with a gorilla press slam!

415 tries to get back up.. But falls on to his face hard. There is nothing left in him. Charlie covers 415 for the pin, almost nonchalantly.

(1.….2.…. Th . KICK OUT!)

Charlie now looks a bit bewildered, as 415 barely escapes the pin! Rising to his feet, Charlie begins the attack once more! Before he can turn around though, 415 grabs a handful of Charlie’s pants, and rolls him up for the school boy pin!

(1...2 KICKOUT!)

Charlie escapes, driving an elbow into 415’s face on the way up to his feet. Picking up 415, Charlie signals for his finishing move.. “Genevieve”! With a handful of mask, he lifts 415 into the air for the Jackhammer part of it!

415 twists his body at the right moment, sliding out of the attempt though! On the way down, he grabs the neck of Charlie and falls to his back.. Hitting the code breaker! Both men are laying upon their back now. 415 is breathing hard, while Charlie seems to be out of it. The slow rise to their feet begins, as each man is attempting to somehow fight through everything that has occurred. Both are beginning to rise, but 415 appears to be going up just a hair faster. Charlie's size and lack of agility appears to be keeping him down a bit more than 415. Both are almost up though, but 415 hits his feet and recovers from his daze just as Charlie is up. Before Charlie can react, 415 suddenly lands The Retribution. It hits perfectly and 415 covers him for 1...2...and 3!

John Walt: Here is your winner by pinfall...and your NEW EUW Television Champion....415!!!

The bell has sounded and 415 rolls to his back, still soaking in the fact of what has just happened. John Walt himself grabs the Television Title from ringside and goes up the stairs, entering the ring. 415 slowly gets up, rolling to his knees and leaning down at the realization of this. He tilts up, looking at John Walt who hands him the championship. 415 grabs it, holding the championship tight and rising to his feet to celebrate.

In the celebration, befitting the crowning of a new champion and the rechristening of a championship, a small fireworks display goes off. 415 celebrates in the ring, before sliding out and celebrating some with the fans. 415 is plenty happy about this, before finally heading to the stage and giving his final 'I did it!' and going to the back.

[Commissioner Warrior™]

Just a short time before the Main Event, backstage Mark Rivera is having a meeting with the Council eerily reminiscent of the previous week. With each competitor present, Rivera runs down the way things should go this week. He clarifies that he expects no small mishaps even like last week. Instead, he expects a perfectly professional and friendly competition to demonstrate the abilities of the Council and teamwork as a whole. After giving his short understanding speech, Rivera heads back to his office and sends his men to work.

The feed shows the packed tight arena, ready for the Main Event to get underway. Everyone is cheering, as John Walt comes over the microphone and makes things clear that the time is now.

John Walt: It is time, ladies and gentlemen, for our Main Event of the evening! Introducing the first half of the first team in this bout...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.

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: And his partner...from Hollywood, California....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.

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 the opposing team...introducing first...from Los Angeles, California...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, nodding at the referee that he is ready.

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 colour. 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.

JJ: Well our main event for tonight is an unusual one.

The Creep: Yeah Double J, Mark Rivera is putting his own soldiers against each other in the spirit of friendly competition.

JJ: I'm not buying any of that, there's something else going on here.

The Creep: I've had enough of your crazy conspiracy theories JJ. This is going to be a great match and it's about to start!!!

Sabora, Luck, Marcus and Dante approach each other in the center of the ring by order of the ref while Dave stands at ring side clenching his fists. Sabora and Luck both have a look of business while Marcus and Dante are excited to shake hands with their allies and they're the first to stick out their hands. Luck and Sabora finally stick out their hands and all four men shake their hands to the crowd's delight, they stand up giving the combatants a standing ovation. But that is quickly cut short, Sabora and Luck instantly let go and they both throw a few hooks catching Marcus and Dante off guard. Sabora forces Marcus into a ring corner while Luck does the same with Dante and the two keep throwing punches at the young defenseless wrestlers. The ref tries to stop the duo but he gives up and rings the bell officially starting the match.

JJ: Well the thought of a good clean match went out the door just now.

The Creep: What did Marcus and Dante think was going to happen? Did they think they were going to sit around and watch the game over a few beers like pals. This is a wrestling match, these two need to get their heads in the game.

Luck finishes his work on Dante in the corner and he throws Dante through the ropes onto the ring floor he walks to his ring corner and exits the ring while Sabora continues his work on Marcus in the corner. The ref ignores Sabora while he grills Luck over his actions but Luck ignores him with a sinister smirk. Sabora gives a dazed Marcus a few shots to the heads before pulling him back into the center of the ring. He lifts Marcus into the air slamming him into the mat with a basic body slam. Marcus gets back on one foot clutching his back but Sabora doesn't give him any room to breathe quickly putting him into a headlock. Dante is just getting back on the ring apron while Marcus struggles to break free from the hold. Sabora gives him a few more shots to the back while maintaining the headlock and he forces Marcus into the ring corner where Luck is waiting. Sabora pins Marcus to the turnbuckle and slaps Luck who leaps over the ropes eager to get into the fight.

JJ: Sabora is looking aggressive early on. He's really giving it to Marcus right now.

The Creep: Yeah, Marcus and Dante were caught napping and they're paying for it.

Luck pins Marcus to the corner giving him some painful backhand chops to the chest while taunting the fans. He pulls Marcus away from the ring corner and he tosses him toward the ropes with an irish whip, Marcus bounces off the ropes and Luck leaps into the air connecting with Puzzo's head and knocking him to the mat with a flying shoulder. Puzzo briefly bounces up before falling on his back from the impact. Luck goes for an early three count.

1..Marcus kicks out right at the second count.

Dante is hanging on the ropes cheering Marcus on while he lays on the mat. The crowd starts to cheer Marcus on while Luck stomps him mercilessly on the mat. Marcus see's Dante and he tries to crawl toward him to get him into the match but just as he is about to slap Dante's hand, Luck drags him away causing him to miss and slap the floor. Luck lifts Marcus back to his feet and he lifts Marcus onto his shoulders and he moves back to his ring corner throwing Marcus into the air so he lands face first in the top turnbuckle. Luck slaps Sabora who casually steps into the ring while Marcus lays on his knees clutching his face. Sabora pulls Marcus onto his feet by his hair. He lifts Marcus into the air so he is sitting on Sabora's shoulders and Luck climbs the top turnbuckle. Sabora turns around so his back is facing Luck and luck leaps off the turnbuckle grabbing Marcus's in midair and slamming his face into the mat. The fans scream in horror while Marcus lays motionless on the mat.

JJ: GOOD LORD, WHAT A MOVE!!!

The Creep: Marcus got the stuffing knocked out of him. Great team work from Luck and Sabora. Feels like Honor N' Vindication are battling out there.

Dante looks in horror as Luck leaves the ring. Sabora casually rolls Marcus onto his back and he hooks the leg going for a three count.

1...2...

Dante leaps over the ropes and he gives Sabora a swift kick to the back just as the ref is about to make the third count. Sabora immediately gets up steaming from the hit while the ref tries to restrain the two. He forces Dante back to the outside apron while Sabora and Dante taunt eachother. Sabora points at Marcus and then says "When I'm finished with him, you're next!!!" the animosity forming between both teams has the crowd going wild cheering for both sides.

JJ: For a friendly match, this has sure turned hostile.

The Creep: I like it that way, we're seeing some good wrestling here tonight from Sabora and Luck. These two could contend for a tag-team championship if it still existed.

JJ: Emotions are running wild right now.

sabora calms down and he continues his work on Marcus giving him a swift kick to the chest. Marcus rolls over screaming in pain while Sabora taunts the fans and he starts yelling slurs at Marcus. Suddenly he runs toward the ropes and he returns to Marcus and stops on a dime before leaping into the air and landing a vicious falling knee drop on the left achilles heel of Marcus who flops around violently screaming in pain.

JJ: Somebody get the kid out of there. This isn't fair, Marcus and Dante are just kids.

The Creep: They knew what they were getting into when they entered the business. If you can't handle the heat JJ, get out of the kitchen.

Sabora continues to stalk Marcus around the ring taunting him as well. Sabora moves toward a ring corner and he eyes up Marcus while he slowly gets up with his back turned.

JJ: Is he going to...

The Creep: I think he is. MAXIMUM POWER, MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE BABY!!!

JJ: GET OUT OF THERE MARCUS!!!

The crowd is going nuts anticipating the end of Marcus Puzzo while Sabora is hanging from the ropes yelling at Marcus to get up and waiting for the moment to strike. Marcus returns to his feet limping and clutching his head unaware of Sabora. Sabora runs toward him and grabbing his head he makes the motion to leap into the air to pull off the maximum overdrive but Marcus counters at the last minute using all of his power to shove Sabora backward. Sabora goes flying into Luck who is standing on the apron and he hits him so hard that Luck flies off the apron and hits his head on the black barrier. Sabora looks at Luck in shock while Big Dave checks on him. Marcus uses this opportunity to limp back to his ring corner and he falls down from exhaustion slapping Dante's hand. Dante leaps over the ropes pumped up by the fans excitement just as Sabora turns around. Dante yells "SUPER SPEED" and he runs toward Sabora throwing fast left and right hooks which appear to do nothing followed by several stiff kicks to the legs of Sabora. The speed from Dante forces Sabora on the defensive and the offensive from Dante eventually gets to him as Sabora starts to clutch his legs in pain.

JJ: DANTE IS POSSESSED OUT THERE!!!

The Creep: He's harnessing the power of the ninja right now.

Dante tries to catch Sabora off guard with a roundhouse kick but Sabora catches his foot in midair. He holds his leg for a few seconds before tossing it away but Dante follows that up spinning around and this time nailing Sabora in the face with a hard enzigiri kick. Sabora flips over from the hit but he still able to stand but he is shocked from Dante's unusual display of power. Holly is now in a frenzy and he gives Sabora no time to get up throwing a dazzling three punch combo, two right hooks followed by a final spinning punch that catches Sabora off guard knocking him on his back. Dante salutes the fans and he builds up speed while Sabora is on his back bouncing off the ropes and running toward Sabora, suddenly he leaps into the air to hit him with a leg drop to the head but Sabora rolls out of the way at the last second. Dante is quick to get up leaving the two on equal footing. Dante runs toward the ropes and leaps onto the middle ones and bounces off them trying to counter with a cross body but Sabora is ready and he catches Dante in midair to the shock of the fans. Sabora ends the momentum lifting Dante's body into the air like a rag doll and landing a perfect backbreaker. Dante rolls off Sabora's knee motionless while the fans remain silent in horror.

JJ: HE'S JUST A KID SABORA, LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!

The Creep: That backbreaker was straight out of Knightfall. AWESOME!!!

Sabora grabs Dante's leg and awaits the three count from the ref...

1...2...

Dante kicks out mere moments before the ref made the third count. sabora thinks the match is over and he gets up in excitement but the ref quickly waves that off and he tells Sabora that Dante kicked out. Sabora is furious with the call and he starts screaming at the ref about it but he stands his ground. The fans start taunting Sabora and cheering for Dante while he barely crawls across the mat trying to get to Marcus who is hanging from the ropes desperately trying to get back into the fray. Sabora is completely unaware of Dante's actions and he continues to argue with the ref. Dante continues to crawl across the ring toward Marcus while the fans chant his name.

JJ: C'MON HOLLY, YOU CAN DO IT!!!

The Creep: HEY CHRIS? GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME.

Sabora stops arguing with the ref and he turns around just as Dante slaps the hand of Marcus. The crowd screams with delight and Marcus enters the ring running towards Sabora and throwing a relentless barrage of left and right hooks as revenge from earlier. Marcus is attacking with raw anger and he forces Sabora to the ropes, he follows up his assault with a clothesline sending Sabora over the ropes and back first onto the ring floor. Marcus rallies the audience pumping his fists and Luck leaps over the ropes to counter Marcus with a clothesline of his own but Marcus dodges the attack and he grabs Luck and slams him to the mat with a german suplex, maintaining the hold he slams him to the mat with another german suplex and once again he lifts Luck back up and slams him to the mat with another German suplex. Luck is slow to get up from the impact while Marcus is enraged and taunting Luck.

JJ: Marcus is fighting like a bat out of hell.

Marcus is gaining his momentum, as Luck slowly rises to his feet. The referee is starting to attempt to get control on the situation, trying to get Luck to exit or something to that effect. Luck is finally up and Marcus goes for a clothesline, but Luck ducks it. Luck immediately looks to Dante who is right on the ropes. Seeing a chance, Luck bolts towards him and goes for a running shining wizard. Luck manages to fly over the ropes, hitting Dante head on, but sending both of them to the floor on the outside. It is then that Marcus is wondering just what has just happened, and Sabora slides back into the ring. Marcus turns around, only to be caught with the Maximum Ovedrive. Marcus hits the mat hard as Sabora covers him for 1...2...and 3! Dante is up on the outside about this time, wondering what he has missed.

John Walt: Here are your winners by pinfall...Chris Sabora and Mr. Luck!

Sabora and Luck celebrate a bit, as Puzzo gets to his feet and Holly enters the ring. For a moment, things appear to get tense as there is a staredown between all four men. Things break though, as Holly puts out his hand for Sabora. Luck then does the same for Puzzo. Everyone shakes, showing plenty of respect for what has just transpired. With this mutual respect and togetherness, Rivera is likely celebrating backstage as Sunday Night Vengeance comes to a close. Toby Hunter is still nowhere to be found, the crowd is in love with Mark Rivera, and The Council couldn't look better right now. What more could he want?


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