July 11th SNV

[Commissioner Warrior™]

Sunday Night Vengeance opens to an absolutely electric and packed Vengeance Dome in Denver. The crowd is excited for the night to begin, as the camera pans around surveying the fans and focusing in on a few select signs. Some expected ones such as “I <3 Mark Rivera” and “Toby Hunter Sucks!” are clustered about the arena. Some more unique ones are splattered about though, such as “Don't trust THEM!”, “Count Choculudvak”, “Save Me Dante Holly”, and even“My Mom Loves Xplode's Ass!”. Following this surveillance, it focuses in on the stage which then erupts in a spectacular fireworks display to get the show underway. The fireworks pump up the already enticed crowd, and are followed with a video package highlighting the events of previous weeks. With the recap over and done with, the action gets started right off the bat.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen it is time for our Opening Match of the night!

The arena blacks out completely. A timer similar to the TV show 24 counts down from 10 to 0 on the titan-tron. At the same time the intro to Eminence Front starts up as the timer counts down to zero. Silver and gold lighting flicker from the top of the arena at the same time.

When the timer reaches zero blue and silver fireworks erupt from the top of the stage for about 30-40 seconds. JDV emerges from the top of the stage wearing his black leather trench coat with his shiny black gargoyle shades soaking in the roar of fans. Tanner Vincent is standing behind him wearing a black JDV tank top and some plain black and red wrestling pants.

John Walt: Introducing first...from Oakland, California...weighing in at 265 pounds...he is “The Vindicator”...James Vincent!!

JDV starts his march down the ramp ignoring the taunts and cheers from the fans. Once he reaches the floor outside the ring he makes a dash toward the ring apron and slides under the bottom rope into the ring while Tanner walks over to the side of the ring. He immediately leaps back on his feet, walks toward a ring corner and climbs up the turnbuckle. He sticks one of his hands in the inside pocket of his jacket and then he starts to rub both of his hands.

Suddenly he does a large chalk clap on the top turnbuckle releasing a large cloud of white powder into the air. At the same time a large amount of silver camera flashes emerge from the audience. JDV takes in the roar of boos and cheers and he rallies the fans taunting them. He leaps off the top turnbuckle and heads back to his corner, he takes off his leather trench coat, hands it to Tanner at ringside revealing his new white and red JDV t-shirt. James takes off the shirt and tosses it into the audience. JDV hangs on the ropes in his corner and he talks with Tanner while shadow boxing waiting for the bell to ring.

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

John Walt: And his opponent...from San Francisco, California...weighing in at 265 pounds...he is...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.

Things settle down a bit, but both JDV and TITAN seem eager to get things underway. Standing in their respective corners, they hold their ground for the moment as the referee glances at each of them verifying that both are ready. He then calls for the bell, and at its sounds, chaos ensues. Both men rush each other and attempt quick clotheslines. Amazingly, each connect perfectly as they collide center ring. Yet both men roll through, reaching their feet and going right back on the offensive. TITAN manages to duck down with impeccable timing and land a spear which brings Vincent to the mat hard. James instinctively grabs his head due to the impact, but does what he can to shake it off quick and get back up.

JJ: These guys are going at it like I haven't seen in a long time!

The Creep: Okay...rephrase next time. Because I mean, I know what you mean. But by god, I know what you don't mean. And what you don't mean...sounds really bad.

Vincent is up, but TITAN is on him at the same moment. Before Vincent can get an offense going, TITAN grabs him, giving a single pull and lifting him into the air enough before locking on a bearhug. TITAN's strength shines through, as he squeezes and increases the pain inflicted on James. This appears to be taking a toll on Vincent, but he suddenly fires back in the best way he knows how. Waiting until the referee is at an angle which blinds him just right, Vincent catches TITAN with a hard thumb to the eye. Vincent is certain to make it more violent than usual, and despite his tolerance for pain, the sudden action causes TITAN to react enough to drop Vincent from his grasp.

JJ: Well that's the James Vincent we know. Blatantly cheating.

The Creep: Boy and does he do it well. The ref didn't see a thing.

With this opportunity, Vincent goes to work on his opponent. Vincent lands a european uppercut that causes TITAN to stagger a bit, before grabbing him for an irish whip. Vincent puts his full weight behind it, sending TITAN into the corner with great velocity. TITAN hits with enough force that any other man would bounce out and to the mat, but instead he just hits and stays in the corner, appearing to be about to recover. Before he can though, Vincent gains speed and lands a stinger splash in the corner on TITAN. He staggers out, as JDV gloats for a moment about the execution of this. It appears to be only a second too long though, as he is caught from behind with a high belly to back suplex.

JJ: Ouch, he was building good momentum there for a moment.

The Creep: It appears The Vindicator underestimated the recovery ability of TITAN there, and it cost him.

Vincent collides hard, and the impact has obviously taken a toll on him as he slowly gets to his feet. Once he is up, TITAN grabs him and executes a textbook powerbomb. Vincent hits the mat hard, but TITAN stays on him as he grabs him for a sleeper hold while he is down. Vincent stays strong, fighting through it and showing his reluctance to give in. He slowly begins to fade though, and the referee grabs his arm to check him. He lifts it into the air, before letting it sadly fall limp a first time. He lifts it once again, garnering the same result this try. He lifts it up a third time, and releases his grasp. This time though, Vincent's arm goes down some before violently popping back up and elbowing TITAN square in the center of his face. It completely catches TITAN off guard, and leaves the referee unsure of how to respond to the vicious blow, deciding to just let things continue regardless.

JJ: What a counter! I thought TITAN had it there, but JDV got him hard!

The Creep: First off, oh god. Sometimes I wish you just wouldn't talk. Secondly, what impact! Talk about getting out of a sleeper, I've never seen anything like that!

TITAN staggers back, reaching his feet and trying to evaluate the damage he has been dealt. Just then, JDV lands another elbow to the head, before whipping TITAN into the corner once again just as before. This time though, he keeps his attention on TITAN. Just as he collides with the corner, JDV runs and bounces off the ropes, gaining momentum now. TITAN staggers away from the corner following the impact, nearing the center of the ring. These two actions line up perfectly, as Vincent collides into TITAN with a big boot sending him to the ground with a resounding thud. Vincent feels victory in his grasp, he stands around TITAN like the vindictive vulture he is waiting for the opportunity to finish things. TITAN is up, and Vincent kicks him in the gut before lifting him high into the air for the Vindicution. Things go array during execution though, as TITAN manages to move his frame enough to throw JDV off balance. He slips out of the move just before JDV nails it.

JJ: TITAN is out! JDV almost had it there!

The Creep: Someone is about to capitalize quick! Vincent almost did there!

TITAN suddenly grasps Vincent from behind, lifting him high into the air before hitting a german suplex with drives him into the mat. It connects as Vincent does his best to roll out of it, throwing off the damage. TITAN gets to his feet quickly, turning and quickly keeping up the offense. He grabs Vincent, going for a stiff powerbomb. He chooses not to release though, as it appears TITAN is going to attempt to finish things with The Devastator. He lifts Vincent into the air once again, but Vincent fights while up throwing punches, slaps, elbows, and eye gouges. TITAN finally relinquishes him, as Vincent drops down. He goes to kick TITAN, but TITAN catches it and hits a hard knee to the gut. Vincent doubles over as TITAN lifts him high once again, hitting two consecutive powerbombs without interruption. The third appears to be interrupted as Vincent fights once again, but TITAN manages to ignore it and drive him to the mat with The Devastator. He holds the somehow still struggling Vincent to the mat as the referee slides in for 1...2...and it appears Vincent is kicking out, but it is too late as the referee comes down for 3! Just after, Vincent shoves out of it, and rolls away and to his feet. The bell has rung though.

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

This is announced clearly, but the action doesn't appear to be over. TITAN holds his arms in victory, but Vincent hits a low blow on him from behind. TITAN drops to his knees as Vincent calls for his big brother Tanner to grab a chair. The weapon is slid in, as TITAN is crouched still feeling the effects of Vincent's low blow. Vincent looks at him, shaking his head almost as if he feels he shouldn't be having to do this. He does though, roaring back before hitting TITAN full force in the head with the chair. The crowd appears to be in a state of shock at what is unfolding. TITAN folds back to the mat after the attack, as Vincent drops the chair and exits the ring, Tanner in tow. Oddly, they do not go through the main curtain, and instead head through a side exit by the stage.

[Commissioner Warrior™]

The camera cuts to the well-furnished interior of Mr. Riveras office. Mr. Rivera himself is sitting behind his desk in a chair, waiting intently with his hand on his chin, deep in thought. There's a rap in the door.

Rivera: Come in.

Mr. Luck, wearing a black pinstripe suit and white silk shirt walks in. He's not alone: He's flanked at his right by the gargantuan form of "Big" Dave Markinson. To his left, the small, skinny form of Zack Cornell, carrying a clipboard underneath his arm. Rivera points to a seat opposite the desk.

Rivera: Please, sit down.

Mr. Luck nods and sits in the leather chair, putting his hands on his knees. "Big" Dave stands behind him, hands clasped on Lucks shoulders. Cornell reaches inside his own blue blazer and pulls out a folded set of notes, handing them to Mr. Luck. Rivera clears his throat and pours himself a glass of water before looking into Lucks eyes.

Rivera: How is EUW treating you?

Luck: Fine. How's your hunt for Toby Hunter going?

Rivera: No offence, Mr. Luck, but I hired you for one reason and one reason only: To act as the spokesman for EUW. The issue involving Toby Hunter is the concern of the highest echelons Council and the highest echelons only. The issue is a very sensitive one, and I don't want anyone else getting involved.

Luck frowns slightly, and leans to Zack. Zack leans his head down and Luck whispers something in Zacks ear. Zack nods and pulls a pen from his breast pocket, jotting something down on the clipboard

Rivera: I hope that is not a issue? Because I need you to do your job and keep the fans happy. Apart from your initial conference, your productivity has been low, aside from your matches. Obviously, this is counter-productive to the Council. I hope you will become more active in the weeks to follow.

Luck: Oh, sure, I can do that. Simple. Go out there, talk to the fans, smile, kiss babies all kinds of shi--stuff. Also, go out and wrestle matches. I can handle this job, being a..member of the Council and all.

Rivera: Of course, kid.

Luck: And tonight, the Council represents in a Fatal Four Way main event, and it will be in your greatest of interests that the Council comes out strong, am I right?

Rivera: Right.

Luck: And if I win?

Rivera simply smiles

Rivera: That would be representing the Council, wouldn't it?

Luck: And if Sabora wins, he gets a good footing with the fans against that cheating scumbag Toby Hunter, I understand, s'all cool man. You got your business perfect man. I do find it strange you have meetings without your Spokesman though, but I understand..Higher echelons and all that.

Rivera: Just remember I gave you a job to do, Mr. Luck, and I would prefer that job being done without question.

Luck: Oh yeah, sure, I got it.

Mr. Luck stands up and whispers something into Zacks ear, Cornell jots down something onto the clipboard before all three turn around and walk out the door. Luck turns around in the doorway and grins at Rivera

Luck: Watch carefully tonight, boss. Don't judge a book by its cover.

With that, Mr. Luck turns around and shuts the door behind him.

Mark Rivera looks to the phone upon his desk, which has been blinking since just before Luck arrived. Rather than interrupting things though, he chose to ignore it until now. Appearing slightly bothered, he picks up the phone finally.

Mark Rivera: What is it?

Executive: What the hell was that with Vincent?

Mark Rivera: What?

Executive: Did I stutter?

Rivera seems a bit caught off guard, as he responds. The last thing he expected was word from an angry executive about his product.

Mark Rivera: No, I was handling business during the contest. What have I missed?

Executive: Well your so-called “Head of Security” just decimated part of your little “Council” with a steel chair following his loss. I thought following the problems with Toby Hunter, you were going to keep antics like this from happening.

Rivera suddenly appears shocked at what he is hearing, wide-eyed at this revelation. Mark Rivera's anger builds as he gives a final comment.

Mark Rivera: Trust me sir, I will have this handled right away.

A furious Mark Rivera now sits at his desk, eager to find out where James Vincent is, and just what happened in the ring.

[Commissioner Warrior™]

In the arena, the crowd is pumped for the Television Title match about to begin. Things get loud, before John Walt takes the microphone and confirms the hype just before action gets going.

John Walt: And now, our next match. It will be for the EUW TV TITLE! Coming out first, Dante HOLLY!

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. 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.

John Walt: And his opponent. He is the EUW Television Champion, 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.


The referee signals for the bell as both fights step towards one another. Glaring down at his championship, 415 looks almost solemn as he hands it off to a nearby ring worker. Behind him, Dante Holly nods his head in respect and gestures for the two to begin the match at hand.

415 turns around and begins to stretch his arms out. Dante smiles and raises his arms instead. Flying around like an airplane, he runs circles in the ring like a small child would, his lips pursed together as if he is making the sound effects as well.

415 looks to be frustrated now, and so he swings his arm out for the heavy clothesline. Somehow, Dante manages to duck just underneath the arm! 415 shakes his head and tries once more for the clothesline, leading to yet another side step by Dante.. Just like a superhero would dodge bullets!

J.J: The agility on this kid is just amazing.

Creep: Yeah, if he would only take things just a bit more seriously!

J.J: How do you know that he isn’t taking things seriously, Creep? I personally believe in the kid.

Creep: Right. That reminds me, I need to look up the word “Nubile”. He drives me nuts with it!

J.J: Any word with 4 or more letters drives you nuts, Creep!

Stepping back a minute, 415 re-assesses the situation. He realizes that Dante is a tad bit too fast for his strikes. If he is to win, he would need to start thinking out of the box. With both hands, he claps them together to rally the crowd. They do exactly as he wishes and begin to clap in response.

Dante smiles and stare out at the crowd as well. He seems to enjoy their interaction! As the camera pans around the arena, fans are seen smiling and laughing as Dante joins in on the ruckus!

Creep: This.. Is annoying.

J.J: No. This is called entertaining the fans.

Creep: Yeah, now if we could see some actual wrestling we would be good to go!

Dante rises to the top turnbuckle now, still clapping and periodically pumping his fists at the fans. They eat it up! 415 walks alongside Dante, lower on the mat, as he does the same. As the arena grows to a fever pitch, 415 finally spots his opening!

Walking up behind the unsuspecting Dante, 415 slides his head in-between the legs of Holly from behind! Then, pulling backwards, 415 nails a picture perfect sitting Super German Suplex! Dante crashes hard to the mat, arms out stretched!
415 covers for the pin quickly, taking advantage of the situation at hand!

1.

2

Th- Kick out by Dante Holly!

Rolling away, 415 rises to his feet. Dante turns over a bit slower, rising just up to his knees. Using the ropes for inertia, 415 bounces off of them and attempts a baseball slide right into Dante’s head. As the crowd let’s out a collective “ooooooo”, 415 grabs a handful of tights and rolls Holly up for the pin once again.

1...

2.….. Holly kicks out!

415 sits up now, frustrated with Holly to no end. He leans forward to rise to his feet but finds himself yanked back down suddenly by Dante Holly! With a quick twist, Dante pulls off a small package for the pin!

1.…

2.. KICK OUT by 415!

The crowd is growing louder once more now as both fights roll away from one another. Both men reach their vertical limit at the same time. Holly is the first to strike however as he nails a right punch, then another right punch.. And finally he stops.. Just in time to shout “FALCON PUNCH!”

With 415’s head spinning around due to being stunned, Dante uppercuts him to the jaw, sending 415 down hard to the mat and off his feet! The crowd literally leaps out of their chairs in awe!

J.J: Did you see that?

Creep: Yes.. And I don’t believe it.

Dante now places both hands upon his hips, almost as if he is posing now. Then, after one quick nod of the head, he rushes to a nearby rope, bouncing off of them. On his way back, he launches into the air and raises a leg for the leg drop! Sadly, he finds nothing but mat to land upon..

415 rolls out of the way in the nick of time. His energy is almost completely gone, as the Falcon Punch somehow sapped him of it in one solid shot to the jaw. He realizes that champions are born in moments like this, and with that he slowly orders his body to rise once again. 415 is up, just barely, but Holly is pulling himself to his feet as well. 415 sees his final chance, as he hits Holly in the gut and grabs him for the Retribution. 415 is just about to execute it, when Holly manages to muster a final push to shove 415 off and out of the maneuver before it is hit. Just then, as 415 is still in the process of reacting to the counter, with the speed Dante Holly mythically believes he has sometimes, he suddenly lands the Marvel Kick which sends both mean hard to the mat. Holly rolls to 415 though, hooking the leg for 1...2...and 3!

John Walt: And here is your winner...and NEW EUW Television Champion...Dante Holly!

The bell sounds and the referee retrieves the championship, entering the ring and awarding it to Dante. He rises, holding the championship close before strapping it around his waist and hitting a pose very reminiscent of the Dante Holly everyone has come to expect. Proud of what he has done, Dante takes the championship and exits the ring to the back. Meanwhile, 415 has risen and appears to be taking the loss hard. On his way up the ramp though, several fans applaud his job in the match despite the loss. Many showing their support of him.

[Commissioner Warrior™]

In the back, Rivera doesn't seem thrilled as he has called to speak with both Chris Sabora and Marcus Puzzo just prior to the Main Event. They stand not far from him, while Rivera is accompanied by his hand-chosen security.

Mark Rivera: I'm going to try to make this short men. Things need to go well here. I've already spoken with Luck, he understands what this match holds and how things need to go. As for Eddie Laurel, the boy has been a little 'outspoken', but I expect you all can handle him.

Both men give occasional approving nods at times during Rivera's none-too-rare pre-main-event pep talk. Yet Sabora's seem much less frequent than Marcus', without surprise.

Mark Rivera: I'm sure you are both aware of the situation with James Vincent earlier tonight. I don't want anything of that nature happening again. Now speaking of Vincent, were either of you curious on an update, I have not heard from him. Nor do I know where the man has ventured off to following that little fiasco. No one seems to know. As for TITAN, he seems to be fine aside from an extreme case of 'pissed off'. We've had one mishap, but Dante pulled through for The Council. Now I am sure you will do the same. Head out there, be competitive, give it your all. Make us look good.

With these final words, Rivera exits and the two men head towards the stage as the Main Event is just about to begin now. The feed shows the arena, plenty ready for the contest to begin.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen...it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!

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.

John Walt And his opponents. 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: Next, from Bologna, Italy...weighing in at 210 pounds...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.

John Walt: And finally...from Los Angeles, California...weighing in at 265 pounds...Chris Sabora!!

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.

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.

JJ: And once again Mark Rivera has his own soldiers fighting each other in the main event.

The Creep: Except for one black sheep, and that's Eddie Laurel. Guy is outclassed and outgunned tonight.

JJ: Poor Eddie, I think Rivera is trying to weed out his enemies one by one. Laurel had some choice words for Rivera's entourage this week and I don't think Mark was smiles and lollipops about it either.

The Creep: Are you expecting a squash match?

JJ: I sure hope not, at least for Eddie's sake. The man has put up with enough crap, I'll be rooting for him tonight.

All four men are stationed at each corner of the ring, all of them have a look of pure business as they stare each other down, even the members of Rivera's army look at each other like bitter rivals. The ref rings the bell and Sabora and Luck are the first to go on the attack, Luck catches Eddie off guard with a left hook sending him backwards while Marcus dodges Sabora's quick clothesline and he goes on the offensive with some left and right hooks forcing Sabora into the ring corner. Luck stays on the offensive throwing punch after punch but Laurel strikes back with a few of his own. Both men are hitting each other, shot after shot. The crowd is going wild.

JJ: Good start for the match, each member is exchanging shots, this is evenly matched so far.

With Sabora trapped in the corner Marcus nails him in the stomach with a shoulder thrust knocking some wind out of Sabora. Marcus is about to use another shoulder thrust but Sabora clamps both of his hands together and smacks Marcus in the back stopping his attack.

Sabora feeds him a quick knee to the face sending him backwards. Sabora follows that up running toward the ropes behind Marcus with blinding speed and bouncing off them. Sabora comes flying toward Marcus and he knocks him to the mat with a leg lariat nearly flipping Marcus over. Sabora goes for a three count while Laurel and Luck continue to chip away at each other.

1..

Marcus kicks out exactly at the second count. Sabora quickly gets back up leaving Marcus laying on the mat. Sabora watches Laurel and Luck as they keep exchanging blows, the two stop their attack and they look at Sabora who is ready for a fight. Laurel and Luck both run toward Sabora trying to take him down with a double clothesline but Sabora ducks down easily dodging the double team. Both Laurel and Luck bounce off the ropes gaining speed and Sabora does the same thing himself and the duo end up running straight into Sabora who takes both men down with a flying clothesline. The crowd is in a frenzy while Sabora stands tall watching his carnage.

JJ: Impressive display of speed from Sabora. He's begging for a shot at Toby's belt right now.

The Creep: I doubt Toby gives a crap on the count of being a flake.

JJ: Creep you know if you were in the same situation as Toby right now you probably wouldn't come to the show either. I don't blame him but how long will he stay in hiding?

The Creep: If he was the hero you make him out to be, he would come driving into this arena on his bike right now and lay down the law. But he won't because he's a flake.

Marcus is starting to get back on his feet and Sabora zeroes in on him helping him get up by pulling his hair. Marcus screams in pain but Sabora silences that with a right hook to the stomach of Marcus.

He pulls him to the center of the ring and he twists his left arm back and snapping it downward with a arm drag. Marcus can't handle the pain and he tries desperate to break free throwing wild punches with his free right arm which hits nothing but air. Sabora finally lets go and he sends Marcus flying toward the ropes with an irish whip but Marcus grabs the ropes in desperation stopping his momentum.

Sabora jumps into the air at the same time to perform a missile dropkick but he hits nothing but air, he lands on his back hard but he's quick to get up. Marcus looks at Sabora in fear and he shrugs his arms as if he is done and he slides out of the ring while the fans boo him. Sabora gives Marcus a big grin and Marcus moves backwards thinking he got away but he walks right into Big Dave who is towering over him with his arms crossed.

JJ: OH NO!!!

The Creep: OH YEAH!!!

Marcus is slow to turn around and the crowd goes nuts screaming "ooooooohhh". Marcus smiles at Dave who looks like an angry statue, Marcus tries to distract him with an eye gouge but Dave catches his left arm with ease and he holds it in place taunting poor Marcus. Sabora hangs on the ropes to watch Marcus's misfortune and he takes satisfaction in it. Marcus uses his left arm to try and beg Dave into letting him go but Dave smiles and knee's Marcus in the stomach. Dave grabs Marcus arms and he tosses him toward the steel steps with a hard irish whip. The impact causes the steel steps to break apart and Marcus lays on the floor motionless.

JJ: Good lord, Marcus just can't catch a break. I guess Dave is the unofficial 5th man of this match.

The Creep: HA!! I love no disqualification matches.

Dave ignores Sabora who is standing on the ropes enjoying the action, he gets off the ropes and turns around satisfied but that comes to an end because Eddie and Luck are waiting behind him. Both men run toward Sabora and they pump him full of left and right punches to the face and stomach pinning Sabora against the ropes and the duo follows that up flipping Sabora over the ropes and sending him crashing to the ring floor.

Sabora is slow to get up and Dave turns around eying him up. Despite Dave's stature Sabora appears calm and ready, Dave strikes first throwing a vicious left hay maker at Chris who moves backwards casually dodging the attack. Meanwhile back in the ring the honeymoon between Luck and Laurel comes to an end with Luck hitting Eddie with a low blow causing him to flinch.

Luck grabs Laurel by the arm and he tosses him toward the ropes with an irish whip. Laurel bounces off the ropes and Luck tries to nail him with a clothesline but Laurel ducks and continues running at the opposite ropes. Laurel leaps onto the top ropes and slingshots himself into the air at Luck who turns around and walks right into a shining wizard. Luck flips sideways from the impact landing chest first on the lower ring rope. The crowd is now rallying behind Laurel chanting EDDIE!!!

JJ: WHAT HANG TIME!!!

The Creep: Laurel was like "excuse me while I kiss the sky" on that move.

Laurel looks at Sabora and Dave who are still slugging it out at ring side and Laurel runs toward the ring post in front of the two men outside, he leaps onto the top turnbuckle and he jumps off the top throwing his body at Dave and Sabora. He catches both men by surprise knocking them both to the ring floor. Laurel bounces back on his feet from the impact and the crowd is going nuts, Laurel is pumped now and he salutes the fans while taunting his opponents who are laying on the floor. Laurel leaves both men lying on the floor and he rolls back into the ring to focus on Luck who is slowly starting to get back up.

JJ: Eddie is showing great passion out there tonight.

Eddie grabs Luck by his head and pull him back on his feet but Luck fights back surprising Eddie with an eye gouge. Eddie holds his eyes yelling in pain while the fans viciously boo Luck. Luck capitalizes grabbing Eddie's arm and hurling him at the ropes with an irish whip. Eddie bounces off them with blinding speed and Luck leaps into the air hitting Eddie with a perfect bicycle kick. Eddie lands back first on the mat and he bounces up for a few seconds before falling back down.

The Creep: **** ME WHAT A COUNTER

JJ: All of Eddie momentum was silenced there.

Luck is amazed with the damage he has done and he moves backwards a bit but he is unaware that Marcus is standing behind him ready to attack and Marcus catches him by surprise taking him out with a perfect backstabber.

JJ: WHOA THE BIG HIT!!!

The Creep: If Marcus ends this match early I'll be PISSED!!!

The crowd is going wild and Marcus takes a few seconds to sit back and admire his handy work. Suddenly Sabora slides into the ring catching Marcus by surprise. He runs at his flank, grabs him by the head and he slams him head first into the mat with the maximum overdrive.

The Creep: MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?

Sabora immediately hooks in the leg for the three count.

1..2..

Seconds before the third count Big Dave lands right on top of Sabora breaking up the three count and catching the machine off guard.

He throws some hooks and jabs at the defenseless Sabora causing him to lose his focus. Dave follows that up and knee's him in the stomach just as Sabora returns to his feet, he places Sabora's head between his legs. Sabora struggles to break free but Dave punches Sabora in the back a few times to stop any resistance. He lifts Sabora in the air, he walks around the ring for few seconds while Sabora is hanging in the air dazed from the assault. Dave drives Sabora's back into the mat to complete the powerbomb. Sabora is motionless on the mat. The crowd is booing Luck's assistant and he ignores the fans. He drags Luck's lifeless body across the mat and places his left arm on Sabora's chest. The ref starts the three count.

1..2...

Sabora kicks out mere seconds before the third count. Dave can't believe this and he argues with the ref about the kick-out but the ref maintains his composure and he argues back.

JJ: WHAT A MATCH!!!

Dave finally stops arguing with the ref and he sets his sights on Chris Sabora who is still laying on his back. He grabs him up by the head and he drags his body into a ring corner while Marcus barely rolls under the ropes and on to the ring floor. Dave places Sabora in the corner and he feeds him a hard backhand chop to the chest. Sabora screams in pain shaking violently from the attack.

He gives Sabora another backhand chop to the chest and Sabora is reeling from the attack. Suddenly Laurel throws his body at Dave giving him left and right hooks, they do little to phase Big Dave who shoves Eddie back causing him to do a backwards somersault. However this leaves Dave distacted enough to Sabora to jump on the back of Dave.

He wraps his arms around Dave and tries to bring him down with a rear naked choke hold but Dave shakes around violently trying to get Sabora off his back. Sabora struggles to fully lock in the hold and Dave responds by sandwiching Sabora's body between the turnbuckle and Dave's back. Sabora wobbles forward and Dave picks him up and lands an atomic drop on Sabora. He follows that up by grabbing him by the throat.

JJ: OH NO!!!

Laurel tries another offensive attack while Dave is holding Sabora and Dave grabs him by the throat with his left hand. He directs both men to the center of the ring while the crowd is going wild. Dave lifts the two men into the air but Marcus once again slides back into the ring
brandishing a steel chair. He nails Dave square in the back with the chair causing him to fall on one knee and he lets go of both Eddie and

Sabora. Both men lay on their knees coughing. Dave is still in the fight and he turns around to see what the nuisance was. Marcus waits and then he nails Dave smack in the forehead with the steel chair. Dave wobbles across the ring a few times before falling on his chest.

The Creep: TIMBER!!!

Sabora and Laurel both look at Dave who is laid out on the mat in awe, then they turn to Marcus who is steaming from the maximum overdrive he received earlier.

He runs toward both men like a mad man with his steel chair, Sabora and Laurel both slide of the ring to safety, Marcus mainly focuses on Sabora taunting him from the ring, Eddie who is standing right next to Sabora has had enough of the bickering and he catches Sabora off guard with a left hook, Eddie goes on the offensive on the ring floor throwing several stiff kicks at his opponent. Marcus watches the melee unaware that Luck is standing right behind him. Realizing Marcus isn't going to turn just yet, Luck runs to the ropes behind them and builds momentum before hitting The Desert Boot to the back of Marcus Puzzo's head. The impact sends him over the ropes, inadvertently crashing onto Eddie Laurel and taking him to the ground.

JJ: What impact from Luck! Puzzo flew clean out of the ring!

As this transpires, Sabora backs up from the scenario, while Luck slides out and goes after them. Luck tosses off Puzzo, putting his focus on Eddie Laurel and aiming to remove him from things. Meanwhile, Sabora grabs Puzzo and rolls him into the ring. Luck looks to grab Laurel and put him out, but is suddenly caught with an enziguri. Luck is caught hard, falling to the ground. Laurel gets to his feet, only for Sabora to catch him with a spinebuster on the outside. With both men down, Sabora slides into the ring and lifts Puzzo to his feet. Just then, Sabora locks on The Machine. Puzzo tries to stay strong, but he has no choice but to tap out to Chris Sabora. The bell sounds as Luck and Laurel are rising on the outside.

John Walt: Here is your winner by submission...Chris Sabora!

Chris Sabora stands tall in his victory, but doesn't stay to celebrate for some extended time. He instead exits the ring, and heads backstage. Mr. Luck and Eddie Laurel do the same not long after, still appearing unsure just what happened due to the sudden ending to them. Marcus is last to exit, but he recovers and rolls out of the ring, going backstage.

[Commissioner Warrior™]

Just when it appears Sunday Night Vengeance should be over, when the logo should be rolling across and final shots should be shown, the lights suddenly shut down around the arena. The fans become eerily quiet.

J.J: What.. What is going on now?

There is an uncertain silence now around the arena as the camera pans to the darkness that is the entrance way of the stage. After a few brief moments, 2 sets of stage lights begin to glow a crimson red. The fans begin to stir. After a few more seconds, 2 more sets of lights begin to glow crimson, matching the others.

Creep: Something tells me.. The EUW is about to be in for a shock. I have seen this before..

Finally, the last two sets of stage lights become illuminated, matching the other crimson lights perfectly. As the crowd begins to grow louder, a common chant becomes evident. It starts off as a mumble, and then grows louder and louder until the audience is clearly chanting..

“TOBY SUCKS.. TOBY SUCKS.. TOBY SUCKS”

The VideoScreen now blazes to life, showing only one image, the Grim Reaper logo of the Devil’s Due Motorclub! The fans instantly rise to their feet! As “Rain” by Creed begins to play, the audience becomes a mixed bag of boos and cheers!

J.J: The Big Dog.. Has come home.

The sounds of a motorcycle is overheard from backstage, as the beam from a headlight peers through the curtain. With the intro song in full swing now, Toby Hunter comes blazing out of the darkness on top of a black motorcycle. The EUW Championship is strapped to his belt and flapping in the wind to his side as he races down the ramp way, peeling out at ringside!

John Walt: Ladies and Gentlemen.. The EUW WORLD CHAMPION.. TOBY HUUUUUUUUNTER!

Shutting the bike down, Toby removes his helmet and shades. His face looks much healthier after his absence, complete with a freshly grown beard. It makes him look slightly older, as he rises from the bike and rolls under the bottom rope. There is an extra step to him as he stops in the center of the ring, raising the championship belt for all to see! The fans unleash upon him, still a mixture of cheers and boos. It does not seem to effect Toby at all as he buckles the EUW Title around his waist, and accepts the microphone from John Walt. Staring out at the fans now, Toby watches as the crowd really lets him have it..

J.J: I just don’t get it. Toby is and has always been a class act and a man of the people.

Creep: I always said it was just an act. Now, the truth is known about him. He is just a common outlaw. Nodding a few times at the fans, Toby raises the microphone and points it in the fan’s direction now, almost mocking them. With his free hand, he motions for the fans to get louder, and they happily oblige him with horrendous negativity! After doing this for a brief moment, Toby then brings the microphone to his lips, and begins to speak..

Toby Hunter: Do you all feel better now?

The fans begin to chant, “WE WANT XPLODE, WE WANT XPLODE!”

Toby Hunter: Oh yeah? You want my brother out here??

The fans now respond with “XPLODE, XPLODE, XPLODE!”

Toby Hunter: Well, I got news for you all. He will not be coming out tonight, or any other night. I made sure of that. Just like I have been making sure that another man who used to treat you guys like shit, Mark Rivera, never gets his hands upon the World Championship! As a matter of fact, it is I who has been busting his ass to keep the wolves at bay, so to speak, all by myself.. And this is the thanks I get?

The fans grow louder now, and before long a new chant begins.. “COWARD.. COWARD.. COWARD”

Pacing the ring a few times, Toby shakes his head and speaks once more.

Toby Hunter: Sure, I did look to be a coward didn’t I? I don’t blame any of you for booing me out here tonight, or any other night. You see, I probably would too if I was you. I did low blow Chris Sabora at Retribution, and I did dissapear shortly afterwords. The thing is, I am a lot of things. What I am not.. Is a coward. Now, I ask all of you here a favor. Give me a few minutes of your time and let me explain myself and if you all want to hate me then, well.. So be it.

Suddenly, the crowd goes silent. It is almost like they want to hear the champion out.

Toby Hunter: Thank you. For the last few weeks, your new hero, Mark Rivera, has been putting me through the ringer. Since his return, our last owner has suddenly become a damn couch potatoe and our locker room has been infested with low life zombies! I was approached about joining his little band of jackasses and when I refused.. I became public enemy number one. Then as you saw, I have been put through the ringer.. Putting down every damn obstacle that Rivera put before me. I am not superman however, and over the course of that time, I was injured. I kept fighting on anyway, because that is what a champion should do. I had no business being in the ring with Chris Sabora at Retribution, and in order to keep this championship (Toby now raises the World Title over his head) out of Mark Rivera’s grubby paws, I had to bend the rules. I left that night, humiliated, and broken. I also.. Learned a valuable lesson.

Toby paces the ring a few more times as cameras flash around him.

Toby Hunter: I learned that no matter how tough I am, I can not do it all. The council are a tough group of men and in order to set things right.. I am going to need some help. So, I went out and found that help. As much as it pained me, I had to set out and find the one man who could play the game the way the Council played it.. And not bat an eye in the process. To be frank, I needed to play the game in a way I do not usually play it, and I found the man for the job. As for myself, I am back, and healthier than ever. I vow to everyone of you out there to never let you down again. The respect you all have for me is worth 10 times more than my championship does. I guess.. I forgot that. If you all are willing to go for one last ride with me, I will make things right with you all once more.

The crowd begins to cheer loudly now!

“Here I go again” by Whitesnake begins to play. As the crowd begins to cheer, Mark Rivera steps out unto the stage clapping his hands mockingly. Raising the microphone, he interrupts.

Mark Rivera: How cute. The prodigal son returns and he claims to have changed his ways. Everyone in the world saw your true colors Toby. The charade is over. Despite all of this, I am intrigued. Just who is this mystery friend of yours? Does he by any chance share the same surname as you? I don’t need to remind you about the retirement clause involving.. Him.

The fans completely lose it, chanting.. “WE WANT XPLODE.. WE WANT XPLODE..”

Toby Hunter: I know the rules, Mark. I invented them after all. These fans have been fooled by you enough. It is time that the playing field becomes a littler more even. This dog no longer travels alone...

Pointing to the VideoTron once more, the lights dim out. The fans stare off at the screen.

A giant blue, bulls head, with one eyebrow raised. Many in the crowd recognise it instantly and start raising their cheers, but it’s not until the sound system shakes to its core with the full on wail of the opening to ‘Spitfire’ by The Prodigy, that the majority of the crowd realises who it is and tears the roof off the stadium!

JJ: IT’S JACK BULL!! JACK BULL IS BACK!!

As the slapping of the drums gives way to the main bass line, the whole stage lights up with pyros and the arena lights burst back into life. Then - finally - out from the smoke strides Jack Bull, wearing a white muscle vest and pale blue jeans. The crowd opens up a new chorus of cheers at seeing the man in the flesh once more, while Jack stands for a moment at the top of the ramp, soaking in the atmosphere.

Slowly he begins to make his way down the ramp, tagging the fans along the way and showing no lasting signs of the injury to his ankle, administered by the hands of Chris Sabora. As he reaches the ring Bull stares up at Toby Hunter, still wary of the World Champion with whom he’s clashed so many times before. Bull climbs the steps up onto the apron, but before entering the ring he elects to climb the outside of the nearest turnbuckle, raising his arm to celebrate his return further with the fans.

Bull works his way round the entire ring apron, stopping at each corner to rise up and signal the fans with the ‘horns of the bull’. At last though the time comes to enter the ring proper, which Bull does carefully. He slides between the top and middle ropes, but not taking his eyes off Hunter for a second. Hunter senses the tension and backs up just a fraction.

As the two men now stand in the ring and stare each other down, the roar of the fans in the background increases. Hunter lifts the mic up, the sudden movement giving Jack cause to adjust his feet a little, ready to spring forth at any moment. Hunter smiles and though we cant hear it, we can see his lips mouth the word ‘chill dude’. Hunter now stretches the mic out for Bull to take, which he does tentatively, leaning a little and stretching his arm right out to avoid getting caught short.

The transfer of sound now complete, Hunter steps back and nonchalantly leans on the ropes ready to hear what Bull has to say. Bull steps to the center of the ring and raises the mic slowly to his lips, causing some fans to prematurely start cheering again. Bull lowers the mic again and glares out into the stands, almost in disdain at being interrupted before he begins. Finally the cheers die down again and Bull once again raises the mic to his lips. He holds it there, pausing, almost lost for words. Then in one energetic outburst he yells a triumphant…

‘WAAZZUUUUUUUUUUP!!’

Once again the arena bursts out in a chorus of cheers and whoops as Jack paces the middle of the ring absorbing every last ounce of feedback from the fans, feeding off the energy in the crowd tonight. Once the crowd settles again, Jack raises the mic once more to begin.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, for the past few weeks I’ve been sitting at home watching TV with my busted ankle and wondering what the future held for Jack Bull. I’ve been listening to all these doctors and medical people telling me that my “ankles blown blah, blah,” “at your age blah, blah” “don’t know if it can take the strain blah, blah” “might not wrestle again blah, blah” “uncertain future blah, blah” “doesn’t look good blah… blah”. Well I’ve got news for all the those doctors, all those surgeons and all those “experts”. As you can see right now, with your own eyes, Jack Bull is back!’

Another round of cheers rattle off from the crowd.

‘And Jack Bull will compete. But the question is on which side? Because on one side we have The Council. We have Mark Rivera putting together quite the team. He’s got Titan. He’s got Count Ludvak now. He’s got Dante Holly, James Vincent, Marcus Puzzo, Brett Cross, Mr. Luck. And of course… Chris Sabora. Then on the other side we got what? One man? Toby “Oblivion” Hunter. The EUW World Champion no less, but still just one man against all those others.’

‘So the question is, who is Jack Bull gonna side with? I mean Hunter tracked me down and brought me all the way out here, but that doesn’t make it guaranteed. See I still remember all those times we fought. I still remember the slobber knocker matches we had. And I know that you feuded with your brother Xplode, who happens to be a friend of mine. A friend who I trust. A friend whose advice I value greatly. A friend who’s been whispering in my ear, “don’t trust that dude”. So, will Jack Bull side with the council, or will he side with Hunter?’

‘Well I guess one way to help me decide would be to break down each of the council members one by one and see what they’re made of. So Let’s see… we got TITAN: made of steroids...’

Cheers and laughter from some of the fans.

‘We got Count Ludvak: made of Pumpkin. We got Dante Holly: made of stupid glue…’

Some laughs and a few ‘awws’ from the sympathetic ladies.

‘We got Marcus Puzzo: made of spaghetti loops…’

A big cheer from the fans and a few whistles.

‘We got Brett Cross: made in Canada. We got Mr. Luck: made in a test tube. And then we got Chris Sabora… Maid in Manhattan!’

Another round of cheers from the fans.

‘So basically what Rivera has done is gone round and collected every dumbass sheep who cant see what he’s up to and put them all into one big stable which even makes the US government look intelligent. And that’s his big plan for the EUW? That’s how Mark Rivera plans to take over the world of wrestling? Man I haven’t seen a plan that stupid since Hitler’s Dad said to Hitler’s mom “let’s get jiggy Klara!”’

Bull pauses briefly to soak up some of the cheers from the fans, contemplating his next words in the process.

‘Which leads me to an inescapable conclusion ladies and gentlemen. It leads me to think that even though Toby Hunter is only one man, that even though Toby Hunter styles his hair like Hanson, and that even though there are so many on one side and so few on the other, there’s only one real worthy choice and that’s to side with Toby Hunter!’

That revelation brings on another round of cheers from the fans, as they raise the roof once more.

JJ: I don’t believe it! Hunter’s got an ally!

The Creep: You call that an ally? The mans an idiot!

Bull continues to pace the ring, absorbing more of the atmosphere, while Hunter turns his head to Rivera and allows himself a satisfied smile. As the camera zooms in on Rivera, he looks disgusted.

‘So you see Rivera, your master plan is about to come crashing down. You may think all these people are on your side. You may think that your little charade has got everyone fooled. But mark my words Mark, they’ll see the light soon enough. When me and Toby starting messing up your plans, your true colours will soon be revealed.’

‘And don’t think there isn’t a level I’m not afraid to stoop to. To see a guy like you go down, I’ll gladly bend the rules just a little. You wanna play dirty Mark? I’ll play dirty. You wanna push the boundaries Mark? Then lets push ‘em! You wanna a game Mark? YOU F&*%ING GOT IT!’

More cheers from the fans, raising to their feet as they lap up the fighting talk.

‘It’s time to pay the piper my friend. For everything you’ve done to this company! For everything you did to Vincent Ellis! For everything you’ve done to Toby and everything you’ve done to these fans! We’re coming for you Rivera and we’ll stop at nothing, NOTHING, to get you. You can send you’re whole damn council at us if you want, but they better be ready for a fight. They better be ready for a battle. In fact, they better be ready for a damn WAR!’

Again the fans raise a fever pitch of noise. Jack stops to let the fans cheer themselves a little hoarse, continuing to soak up the feelings in the arena, his adrenaline pumping. As the fans die down a notch Jack turns back to Rivera, his voice noticeably angrier now, sharply channelling his heart felt emotions.

‘In fact Mark, I hope you send your best at us, because there’s one among your ranks that I’m very much looking forward to meeting again. In fact, I think I can smell his fear from here.’

Jack stops to take a big sniff of the air around him, the fans once again lapping up the dramatic gesture.

‘Isn’t that right Chris? See I know that even though you’re hiding backstage you can still hear me. You can still see me on the backstage monitors. So I want you to listen Chris and I want you to listen good! Before this is done, me and you are gonna step back in the ring once more. Once more, Jack Bull and Chris Sabora are gonna light up a main event. And this time Chris, you wont be so lucky. This time I’ll be coming for your blood and I will have it! Ever since you mashed my ankle and put me out of action, I’ve been counting the days till I could return and cross paths with you again. Well Chris, I think that time is edging closer.’

Bull pauses for breath prompting the fans to fill the void with cheers of anticipation.

‘It’s like a ticking clock. For Sabora. For you Mark. For the whole damn council! Every second that clock winds on just a little bit more, counting down to your demise. It’s inevitable. It’s unstoppable. And my god when it happens, it’s gonna hurt like hell! So go running back to your cronies Rivera like the good little bitch that you are. Tell them that somethings changed. Tell them that the tables have turned. Tell them that Jack Bull and Toby Hunter are coming for them. Tell them… game over!

AND THAT’S A FACT, ASSHOLE!’

The crowd erupts into a last triumphant cheer as Jack throws down the mic and his music begins blaring over the speakers once more.

Raising the microphone to his lips, Toby Hunter motions for the music to be lowered so he may speak, after giving the crowd ample time to react. He smiles as the crowd cheers like crazy. He then walks forward, leaning on the ropes as he approaches them.

Toby: As you can see, Mark.. you have pissed quite a few people off. There will be more, trust me. You may be able to torment us one by one.. but united you just don't stand a chance!

Slamming the microphone down hard upon the mat, "Rain" by Creed plays once more. Toby then flips the EUW Championship over his shoulder with pride as the fans begins to shout...

"TOBY.. TOBY....TOBY!"

J.J: And with that, Toby and the fans are once again one unified army.

Creep: And it looks like that Army is growing larger by the day! With Jack Bull and who knows who else now that it's clear where he stands, things could get very interesting very soon.

Toby stands tall in the ring with Bull, as the final shots of SNV show. On the stage, Mark Rivera is less than happy, while EUW's World Heavyweight Champion is standing tall following his sudden return.


This has been an EUW Production...

Special Thanks to...
James Vincent
Xplode
Mr. Luck
Toby Hunter
Jack Bull
Everyone who roleplayed, which was everyone booked. Great job guys.
Anyone else who contributed.