Augu 3rd, SNV.

[primetime]

An office building.

As the camera slowly makes it’s way through the door way, the viewer can see a packed room. Seated around the room is.. The Council. A group of men bound together under one premise, a total fed wide reign.

Pacing the room, Mark Rivera holds his hands upon his hip. His normally well dressed attire has paid the price as his clothing is in literal disarray. Running one hand through his white hair, he turns to face the men who have vowed to support him. This does not comfort him at all however. As a matter of fact, it enrages him. Doing his best to keep his cool, Mark takes a deep breath and adjusts his silk tie.

Rivera: Men. We are at a crossroads. It seems that the top brass have begun to take notice of our little.. Issues here. As I look around this room, I see a bunch of tired and defeated men. What happened to the intensity? Where do things begin to slip through our fingers.

Seated directly across from Rivera, Mr. Luck smirks a bit. With a obvious roll of the eye, he glances quickly as his cohort, Big Dave and then back in Mark Directions direction. His feet are propped up on an end table as he remains in a relaxed position.

Rivera: Is there something funny with what I have said?

Luck: Actually, yes there is. If you ask me, when you stop placing our futures in the hands of half assed super heroes and realize who is the work horses of this little group you have going here.. Things will begin to change.

Rivera: Do any of the rest of you have anything else to add? Perhaps you.. Dante? Does Luck speak the truth?

Leaning in front of the table, Dante pays no mind to Mark’s questions for a moment. He is obviously busy, holding a white Xbox 360 controller in his hand.

Luck: See what I mean? The dude is over there playing video games instead of taking things seriously.

Titan: I agree. We should just beat his ass and toss him out.

Titan now enters the room as he adds to the convo. His large size immediately catches the attention of the whole room.

Titan: As a matter of fact, there are a few people in here that need to have their ass’s kicked. I volunteer myself for the job.

The room suddenly erupts in chaos, as The Council argues with one another. Dante on the other hand, continues to play his video game.

Rivera: ENOUGH!

The room goes silent. In the corner, the only man to have not said a word is Chris Sabora. His face is.. Emotionless.

Rivera: Dante.. Are you with us here?

Dante: With you my most excellent Captain? Why of course I am! I was just playing the new EUW 2010 Video game and deducing what it would take to bring down the venerable Toby Hunter! By my calculations, Toby’s strength and cunning are impressive to say the least.

Rivera: And what have you come up with during your.. Studies?

Dante: I am not ready to answer that question. You see, this video game console seems to keep flashing 3 red lights at me. I wonder if this is Toby Hunter’s doing! YES! He has infiltrated our equipment!

Titan: I am going to kill that son of a bitch!

Marcus: I am with you..

The room erupts once more as the Council is seen at odds. Finding a seat behind his desk, Mark Rivera sits down and buries his face in his palms. The men take no notice what so ever. Slowly snaking his way through the crowd, Chris Sabora leans in and whispers into Mark Rivera’s ear..

Sabora: Don’t worry. Things will be getting interesting tonight..

J.J: It seems like there is trouble in paradise.

Creep: (Laughing) I agree. I wonder how long it takes before Titan blows his lid.

J.J: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another week in the EUW. I am J.J and this is my partner in crime.. Creep. Tonight we have some great matches set up. First though, let’s get to the first match of the evening.. The Television Title bout!

Creep: 415 has been on a roll as of late. We may be seeing a larger player in town in him. His opponent though has a hatred for 415. He is his own brother, Marcus Puzzo.

J.J: This.. Should be good.

John Walt: This match is scheduled for one fall. The Television title is on the line. Coming out first. The challenger.. 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 his opponent. 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.

J.J: There they are, two brothers at odds.

Creep: Be right back. I think I left my keys in the car…

J.J: huh?

The bell rings. Both men circle one another and then lock up. 415 gains the advantage, sliding in for a side headlock. Marcus reverses now, shoving him off and into the ropes. 415 bounces off the ropes, right into a shoulder block by Marcus. Marcus now begins to stomp 415 repeatedly.

Creep: I found them. (Deep breaths.) I guess I left them on the bathroom floor.

J.J: I don’t.. want to know.

Creep: It looks like 415 is taking a beating right now. Can the champion overcome this onslaught?

Marcus grabs a handful of hair now, pulling 415 to his feet. Marcus now scoop slams 415 and runs to the ropes, rushing back with an elbow drop to 415’s face. With 415 reeling about, Marcus rises to his feet and poses to the fans. 415 rolls away, grabbing a rope for support. Marcus turns around now, rushing to 415.

415 lunges forward, driving his fist into Marcus Puzzos groin! The crowd begins to cheer as 415 rises to his feet and drop kicks Marcus to the mat hard! Shaking off the remaining cobwebs, 415 runs to the ropes, bounces off, heads back and launches into the air with a body splash unto Marcus Puzzo! He then covers for the pin.

(1.….2... Marcus kicks out.)

J.J: He almost had the pin there.

Creep: Almost just isn’t good enough. He needs to press harder.

415 rises to his feet alongside his brother. The two of them attack one another with vicious rights and lefts as they fight for the advantage. 415 quickly asserts himself, locking in a twist of fate but is countered, as Marcus turns it into a back breaker! Marcus rolls away and rises to his feet. He then searches out the ankle of 415 and begins to lock in the ankle lock!

J.J: This won’t be good.

Creep: Submission by Marcus Puzzo. Who would have thought?

Mark Rivera is seen now as the crowd begins to boo him. Walking towards the ring, he stands at ringside as Marcus is seen still locking in the pressure. 415 grimaces a bit, rolls over, and kicks Marcus away! Marcus stops himself though as he holds unto the ropes as he approaches them. Mark Rivera begins to point at Marcus now, ordering him to finish the job. With a nod, Marcus agrees and turns around. Right into 415’s finisher!

J.J: The Retribution! It’s all over!

415 covers for the pin as Mark Rivera screams at ringside!

(1.….2.….3!)

John Walt: Your winner.. And STILL EUW TV champion.. 415!

J.J: 415 has done it again. And against his own brother no doubt!

Creep: Mark Rivera looks heated! Now that is classic!

415 accepts the title belt as he looks in Mark Rivera’s direction. The crowd cheers as 415 laughs and points in his direction. Rivera is disgusted, as he steps into the ring and snatches the microphone from John Walt’s grasp. 415 leans against the ropes with the title over his shoulder. Rivera begins to speak.

Rivera: This is ridiculous. Every week, you fail the Council. This ends now.

The crowd begins to explode as Titan blasts through the entrance now and storms down the ramp way. Sliding under the bottom rope, he stands by Rivera’s side. Marcus looks up at him from his hands and knees, panting and exhausted.

Rivera: Failure is not an option any longer. We face thugs.. And order must be kept. Titan, show him what I mean.

Titan: With pleasure..

Titan walks up to Marcus now, grinning from ear to ear. Picking up the smaller man easily, he begins to choke him with both hands before tossing Marcus across the ring like a rag doll. The fans begin to shout “415... 415” as Titan literally stalks Marcus Puzzo.

Mark Rivera: 415, You can thank me later.

Picking up Marcus, Titan applies a massive bear hug as he squeezes the life out of Marcus Puzzo. Marcus is on dream street as his head bobs from side to side. 415 looks at the fans and then to his brother.

J.J: Don’t stand there, 415! He is your brother!

Creep: Even I couldn’t stand for that..

In a pivotal moment.. 415 rushes Titan and blasts him over the head with the TV title!!! Titan releases Marcus immediately! 415 then grabs his brother and yanks him out of the ring. Titan is left holding unto his head and the ropes, grimacing. Mark Rivera is smiling behind him.

J.J: This is bad. At least the Puzzos seem to be on the same side of things once again.

Creep: It’s hard for me to say it but this war may be too far to fix. Scars and Stripes will be pivotal.

J.J: We are going to hear a word from our sponsors now. See you in a few minutes!

The camera feed fades out as Mark Rivera and Titan stand in the ring..

(Intermission)

[primetime]

J.J: We now get back to the show. Welcome back everyone. We have just witnessed a horrible sight as Mark Rivera has seemingly dispatched Marcus Puzzo from the Council.

Creep: I would not believe it if I had not seen it. If Titan was not sidetracked by 415’s assault, Marcus may not have been seen again!

The camera feed now pans backstage where 415 is helping his brother into a waiting ambulance. He looks frantic as he looks around for people to come to their aid. James Vincent is seen walking through the hallway and the crowd begins to cheer immediately.

415: Hey… JDV! WAIT!

JDV: I don’t have time, kid.

415: Make time!

Both men stare at one another a moment before 415 continues to speak.

415: My brother just got screwed by Titan.

JDV: Isn’t that a good thing?

415: Look, a sport is a sport. Family is different though. Take it to that asshole will you? Someone needs to stop him.

JDV smirks and walks away leaving 415 standing there. The feed cuts back to ringside now.

J.J: And now we get to our next match up. It will be a fatal four way and in all honesty, have a lot more riding on it then it seems.

Creep: I agree. JDV and Titan want to kill each other! And then we have luck and Jack Bull. I don’t know who to go with!

John Walt: And now our next match up. 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.

J.J: Dante has a lot riding on this match with what happened to Marcus in the air. Will Mark Rivera pull the same thing on him if things don’t work out?

Creep: Only time will tell. According to the feed room, rating are through the roof right now though. Sad TV is good TV?

John Walt: and the next opponent.. EDDIE LAUREL!!

"Psychosis" blasts out of the speakers, and Eddie Laurel steps out, accompanied by Jedediah King, and walks smartly to the ring. In contrast to his calm 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.


J.J: The poet of the EUW… I am going to have to agree with that.

Creep: And no one cares if you don’t. (Laughing)

John Walt: And the next entry into the match.. TITAN!

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!

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.


J.J: There he is.. The killer of the EUW.

Creep: I have to say, that man is a monster. He gets bigger and bigger with every beer that I drink.

J.J: Oh brother.

John Walt: And the final entry.. The Vindicator.. JAMES VINCENT!

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.

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.

J.J: That man has been hit hard by the Titan train for the last few weeks. Can he bring some Vindication to the EUW tonight?!

Creep: He is the FUCKING VINDICATOR! What do you think!

The bell rings and all 4 men stare at one another. Titan is the first to react, rushing at JDV. JDV is ready though, grabbing him around the waist and performing a make shift belly to belly suplex.. On Titan!

J.J: HOLY SHIT!

Creep: I agree! Titan weighs as much as a mountain! JDV has brought his A game!

JDV rises to his feet, shocked with his own actions when Dante Holly is on him now. Driving multiple elbows into JDV’s back, Dante completely lets loose. The crowd begins to cheer until JDV suddenly stops in his tracks.. Realizing who is attacking him. There is a smile on the face of the Vindicator.

J.J: Uh oh..

Creep: What the hell was Dante thinking?

JDV grabs a palm full of Dante’s mask, and yanks him towards him. Dante reacts instinctively, eye gouging JDV in the face! Before JDV can recover, Titan is upon them both.. Hitting a double clothesline and sending both men to the mat hard! Laurel uses the number game to his advantage, leaping off of the top turnbuckle and nailing a missile drop kick on Titan, sending him over the top rope and out of the ring!

J.J: Damn good move there from Laurel! I didn’t expect that!

Creep: You can never take your eyes off of Laurel for a minute.

J.J: The same could be said for Titan.. Ask JDV and Dante.

Laurel rushes over to JDV, picking him as a target first. Firing off lefts and rights, he pummels JDV backwards into the corner of the ring. Dante rises to his feet slowly. JDV has his arms draped over the ropes now as Laurel performs a CRAZY move! Grabbing the back of JDV’s head, he falls backwards and drives JDV’s face into his waiting knees!

J.J: A modified code breaker.. I like it

Creep: It needs a name, J.J.

J.J: Speaking of names, tonight’s show is brought to you by THQ’a new hit.. EUW 2010 for all video game systems everywhere! It’s truly an amazing game.

Creep: Great, you can go play it with Dante after the show…

Rolling to his feet, Laurel points at the fans and then to Big Dave. In response, they boo him crazily. This enrages Laurel though to no end. Titan finally has made back into the ring though and stands by the side of Laurel.

J.J: And now.. The Council take over.

Creep: Wait, didn’t Titan strangle Laurel once?

Waiting for their opponents to get to their feet, Titan looks at Laurel and they both nod. Together, they rush Dante and JDV with reckless abandon! Titan steps back, smiling. Laurel drives his knee into the face of Dante Holly! Stepping back, Eddie aims his next shot… only to be scooped up and hit with the spine buster by TITAN! The ring shakes from the impact!

J.J: Wow!

Creep: No shit..

Climbing on top of Eddie Laurel, Titan begins to destroy him. Leaning in with all of his weight, he drives his elbow into Eddie’s throat! JDV has regained himself now, seeing exactly what is happening in the ring. Dante is still out of it. Rushing Titan, JDV kicks Titan in the rib cage! Titan rises to his feet pissed!

J.J: I am not sure I would have done that..

Creep: You are afraid of your own damn wife!

J.J: This is true..

Getting in JDV’s face, Titan jabs his finger into his chest. JDV slaps his hand away, then punches Titan in the face. He then tries to perform a neck breaker on the Monster.. But is pushed away. Eddie begins to rise to his feet now. Dante rises as well. As Titan and JDV literally tear into one another, JDV begins to gain the upper hand! JDV’s knuckles hit with extreme position as they tear into Titan’s jaw! As Titan stumbles backwards, Eddie Laurel approaches. Dante does the same thing from the opposite side! All 4 man converge now. JDV turns and lays Dante out with a clothesline! Titan takes out Eddie easily, catching him by the throat and performing a choke slam!

Creep: Damn that must hurt!

Turning around, Titan faces JDV as JDV and uses the “JDT“! The match must have Titan is bounced hard off the mat and promptly rolls out of the ring in delirium! Grabbing the closest man (Eddie Laurel), JDV hooks the leg and attempts the pin.

(1.…….2.……)

Titan is enraged now.. Slapping the outside ring area and rising to his feet!

(2.……3!!!)

John Walt: Winner of this bout… JAMES VINCENT!

Titan rolls into the ring but it is too late. The match does not end there though! JDV has the presence of mind to rise up and lay into Titan! Titan has no time to recover as JDV lays on flying forearm smash after smash.. Driving the big man back! Titan is finally sent against the ropes in a daze, as JDV points to the fans! They scream in delight as JDV gets a running start and sends a big boot into Titan’s face!! This sends the big man over the top rope once more and to ringside!

J.J: JDV is on fire!

Titan is seen now shaking off the cobwebs as he stays on his hands in knees. JDV is walking around the ring, pumping his fist in celebration. Mark Rivera is now seen walking through the entrance way, microphone in hand. Dante rushes to Titan’s aid, doing his best to help the big man to his feet..

Rivera: Titan… now.

J.J: What?

Titan looks up at Dante now through half opened eyes. With one large arm, he grabs a hold of Dante easily and yanks him towards him! Dante tries to struggle but it is no use as Titan begins to choke him as well! JDV sees the carnage as Eddie Laurel rises to his feet!

J.J: Stop this!!

Mark Rivera begins to head towards the ring now as he laughs.

Rivera: I have no more time for useless cargo. This charade ends now..

Instantly, JDV turns and hops over the top rope, landing on his feet at ringside. Titan is ready this time though, turning and spearing JDV to the cement floor hard! Eddie does not even hesitate now as he slides under the bottom rope and grabs a chair!

Mark Rivera: I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You hit him and you are FIRED!

(Unseen voice): I don’t think so…

Mark Rivera: What?

The fans stand up on their feet now as Titan releases JDV in shock. The arena lights begin to strobe about as “Rain” by Creed begins to play. All at once, men in dark leather vests and coats rush into the arena, all wearing the same logo.

J.J: The Devil’s Due! THEY ARE HERE!

Creep: Oh joy..

Titan rolls into the ring and stands by Mark Rivera as the Devil’s Due motor club surrounds the ring! Walking through the entrance now, EUW World Champion stands tall as he smiles.

Mark Rivera: How cute.

Toby Hunter: If you think that is cute.. Wait until you see this.

The arena lights beam towards the entrance behind Toby as another man walks through!

J.J: What is this!!!?

Creep: It’s…. the PRESIDENT!

EUW President Kirk Kennedy stands in plain view as Toby looks at him and struts back into the locker room and out of view. Mark Rivera begins to pace back and forth frantically as he speaks.

Mark Rivera: It isn’t how it looks… I swear!

Kirk Kennedy: Mark, gather your goon.. And meet me in my office. I want this chaos stopped immediately. JDV, Titan.. You both will settle your differences at Scars and Stripes. NOT in this ring. All of you.. CLEAR my damn ring.

The Devil’s Due remains in position while the wrestlers clear out. Kirk Kennedy watches them intensely as they do so.

J.J: I don’t know what to say..

Creep: I do.. We will be back after these messages!!

(Intermission)

[primetime]

Mark Rivera: What in the hell is the reason for that, Kirk?

Kirk Kennedy: Mr. Kennedy…

Mark Rivera: I had things perfectly under control out there. It was time to weed out the problem employees.

Kirk Kennedy: What I see out there is a general manager going overboard under MY payroll. Don’t even for a second.. Think you run shit around here. Do you hear me?!

Kirk Kennedy is seen standing up in Mark Rivera’s office as Mark sits down at his desk.

Kennedy: First of all, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I don’t care about those Devil’s Due punks but I needed you to understand that you are not the boss around here. For the last few years, I have watched Oblivion, Warrior, and now YOU, destroy my company out there with your ranting and raving. Not to mention the constant power trips. The way I see it, there are far too many people in charge around here. That ends now…

Mark Rivera: Look, perhaps I did go too far.

Kennedy: Relax. Don’t start wimping out on my just yet. You bring in ratings. I won’t deny that. Effective immediately, Warrior and Octane are released from the EUW. When I hired them, I figured they would balance your constant temper tantrums. I was wrong.

Looking relieved now, Mark Rivera begins to tap his forehead with a damp Kleenex.

Mark Rivera: Oh thank you, Mr. Kennedy. They truly were not needed around here.

Kennedy: Put your dick back in your pants. I don’t want you humping my leg. You might want to hear me out before you rejoice. Consider The Council disbanded..

Mark Rivera: Understood.

Kennedy: You are on evaluation as far as General Manager is concerned. I will tend to This Cause gang issue. I am hiring extra security from here on out. You will pay for every Doctor bill that results from tonight’s tirade and if that Titan so much as farts wrong in my ring again.. He is gone. Understand me?

(The crowd begins to laugh now.)

Mark Rivera: I do.. Sir.

Kennedy: Good. Scars and Stripes is almost here. I want all of these loose ends settled. Screw anything up.. And you’re gone. One last thing as well.. Fix the Xbox in the conference room. The fucking thing is red ringed again..

Mark Rivera: Yes… sir.

The camera feed now switches to ringside once more.

J.J: Well, the law has certainly been laid down.

Creep: For sure. Speaking of new changes, we prepare now for….

The lights in the arena suddenly flicker.

Creep: I hate that..

Just as fast as the arena grew dark, the audience instantly burst into cheers as this man’s image hijacked the titan tron.

“Hello EUW. I’m sure you all remember me. My name is Matthew “Rage” Rodriguez, arguably the most controversial figure in EUW history.

“Now, I bet you’re wondering how I got back into the company; for the twentieth time. It’s quite simple, really: controversy creates cash. And EUW is in desperate need for cash right now, believe it or not."

“We’re in some hard times - with the economy being the way it is and all - and people are just bored of watching the same product over and over again. Don’t get me wrong, I love watching Titan hang people as much as the next socially unacceptable guy, but EUW just can’t have that anymore. It’s considered too graphic for the mundane standards of television nowadays, and plus we don’t need anymore lawsuits anyway."

“But what we do need, is someone with a sense of class and professionalism. And I believe I can be that answer to your riddle."

“No more talking about the good old days, it’s time for something great. Or rather, someone great. And that’s what I’ve always been: someone great. Am I not right? I mean, let’s look at the facts here: I’ve been involved with - in the most recent past of EUW - in five of the top ten career defining matches that gave your ‘top stars’ their breakout push to the top."

“Xplode, Alex Falcon, Evan Black, Trent Sickness, and many other classic names. And what did I get out of that effort? Just some William Regal status and the ‘virtue’ of having my ass screwed out of my own job every other week. But this time, I’m going to redefine that term. Oh yes, I’m going to give EUW the virtue of being freed from the rage and hatred that’s brewed within me for so long. They won’t need to worry about my once unstable mind anymore. Because unlike EUW management, I have my shit under control."

“I’m going to be the bigger man and whisk my hand over this mess they’ve made, like a professional would. Not because I want to win titles or continue to receive a paycheck, but because it’s the only thing logical that’s left."

“I’ve always loved the EUW; from its golden ropes to its bolded initials, but I never cared for the people who’ve worked with me. They were political men, and as we all know, I don’t dip my feet into that kind of water."

“But I will drink that water. I feed off of other’s stupidity. It gives me reason and hope that one day I will clear this piss flavored water of a wrestling product and make it pure once more. Do you think the fans like drinking your piss, EUW? No. More importantly, do you think I’m going too continue to make the mistake of drinking your piss? Of course not! I refuse to be treated like a filthy brain-dead pig; that ‘should’ eat anything disposable that’s given to him."

“Now am I saying I will bite the hand that feeds me? No, it’s actually quite the opposite: I’m going to cut off that hand’s index finger and force it to stick itself straight up this company’s ass."

“No longer will this ship be ran entirely under one captain. No longer will we, the true essence of EUW, allow them to abuse our bodies and spirits for the sake of paychecks that only cover our injuries; for every time we break bones and bleed soul just to collect that fucking paycheck in the first place."

“But even though this company has given many of my beloved-ed friends and I [scars] to bear with over the years, I will still gladly wear them as my [stripes]. As from here on out, Matthew Rage Rodriguez is E.U.W."

"4 lyfe.”

J.J: Well, that's interesting.

Creep: Now I am convinced.. The EUW is once again the place to be.

John Walt: And now the main event of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall! Coming out first.. Mr. Luck!

The lights go out in the arena. After a few seconds, the lights switch on, a bright gold and red colour. Once "Natural Gambler" kicks in, Luck walks out onto the stage, already starting to unfasten his tie while he's grinning. He throws it down and quickly unbuttons his shirt as Cornell and "Big" Dave Markinson emerge from behind him. Cornell looks at Luck and nods, while Luck hands him his dress shirt. All three men walk straight down the ramp, not stopping this time. Dave hops onto the apron and holds open the ropes for Luck and Cornell, who climb into the ring, followed by Dave. Luck walks over to John Walt and holds out his hand. Dave takes a few steps towards Walt, and Walt quickly hands over the microphone. Luck turns to the eastern section of the crowd with Cornell and Dave behind him.

Luck: Ladies and Gentlemen of all ages, creeds and backgrounds, I thank you for being here in Colorado! But once again, we need to talk, America.

The crowd surprisingly goes silent, allowing Luck to speak.

Luck: Now, as many of you may know, tonights Main Event is me, representing the Council, against Toby Hunter and Jack Bull, representing the Cause--

The crowd lets off a huge cheer. Luck frowns and turns to Dave, shrugging. Dave pats his shoulder and mutters something to him. Once the crowd dies slightly, Luck turns to the fans once more.

Luck: That's how you all feel? You are all glad that I out here tonight in this wondrous Coliseum, to do battle in an atmosphere where the odds are stacked firmly against me, and my physical health is in danger from two brutish thugs who know no other language than the language of violence?

The crowd gives a mixed reaction: Cheers in agreement, jeers booing Lucks words, and even a few calls of "NO!" from the first few rows. Luck turns to Dave, looking even more angrier and they exchange a few words. Dave nods and tells Luck to 'Calm down'. Luck turn to the fans once more.

Luck: Fine, but you are all nothing more than brainwashed peasants who have ate into the propaganda of the Cause. Do any of you honestly think that a change of management would benefit EUW? Do any of you think Hi Octane getting to call shots alongside Rivera is a good thing? Do any of you honestly think the Cause are not going to instil their own pre-approved contender to the title? Well guess what: They are. The Cause is simply going to replace the Council with itself. Instead of Rivera, it will be Octane. In his ear will be Warrior, making more decisions to do harm to the company. They are only targetting the Council to put themselves in a better position, not improve things for you fickle people.

The crowd starts to jeer loudly, but a few people are clapping. Luck climbs onto the nearest turnbuckle and scans the crowd.

Luck: Listen to the majority, booing a voice of reason, THE VOICE OF TRUTH! I am EUWs Official Spokesman, and whether you like it, whether Octane likes it, whether Hunter likes it, or you all don't, I am going to keep this position by any means necessary. Every single time I have something to say on the condition of this company, I WILL BE THERE! Your precious.."Cause" can't do anything to save you from the truth. I suggest you bleeting sheep embrace the few who are cheering, because they see past the propaganda and smoke-covered lies.

Luck licks his lips and climbs to the top rope, sitting down with his legs around the turnbuckle post, facing the fans.

Luck: The state of EUW..is now a state of emergency. It is time that the Council rallies at arms and stops a true dictatorship from taking over and letting other federations take over EUW as one of the top federations in the world. It is time for the Council to destroy the Cause, as they will cause harm to the majority of superstars as well as the status of EUW.

Luck twists around and hops down from the turnbuckle, turning to the entrance ramp.

Luck: Alright, you thugs, do your worst. Turn me into a martyr, put me into hospital, but i'm going to let both of you know: You will never win. Your dictatorship will never rule, and your precious "Cause", full of old has-beens, will become nothing more than dust in the wind soon enough. As for you fans? You will soon be released from your brainwashed state by a true prophet like me.

The crowd jeers loudly as Luck hands the microphone to Walt and turns to Dave, whispering something in his ear and reaching into his tights, pulling out a pair of what seems to be Brass Knuckles and handing them to Dave, who slips them into his pocket.

J.J: That's the spokesmen.. and he has earned his name.

Creep: Agreed.

John Walt: And his opponent... Jack Bull!

The arena goes deathly dark, then suddenly the crowd erupts, as the first sounds of 'Spitfire' by the prodigy blasts through the speakers and the big screen lights up with images of Jack Bull. As the drum intro loudly slaps into the main bass line the stage explodes with a burst of pyros and lights. The main lights return as Jack Bull comes bursting out from the back to a renewed chorus of cheers. As he comes down the ramp he tags the fans and makes his way to the ring, scaling the outside of one of the corners to give the fans his ‘Horns Of The Bull’ sign. Jumping down into the ring he then proceeds to each corner in turn to deliver the sign and to gesture to the crowd to raise the noise level.

J.J: Jack Bull is the man!

Creep: He is not. He is a Bull, idiot.

John Walt: And now..

(The crowd instantly begins to cheer loudly!)

John Walt: The EUW WORLD CHAMPION.. TOBY HUNTER!

The lights dim down.

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

"Rain" by Creed now begins to play..

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

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

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

J.J: Now that is an intro.

Creep: It truly is. I fall asleep every time..


All three men stand opposite one another as they await the bell to be rung. Removing the EUW Championship from his waist, Toby hands it to ringside as the match finally begins. Mr. Luck and Jack Bull do not hesitate to lay into one another as they fly across the ring and lock up. Jack converts the lock into an Irish whip.. Only to have Luck counter it with one of his own! Jack heads to the ropes and bounces off, right into a clothesline by Mr. Luck! Jack Bull immediately drops to the mat, holding his throat in pain.

Toby instantly sees the action and tries to rush in, only to have his legs pulled out from underneath him by Big Dave! With a strong tug, he is pulled to ringside, stuck having to battle it out with Dave!

Inside the ring, Luck plays to the fans a bit with a slight flick of the head. Smirking, he now grabs the of Jack Bull and brings him up on his knees. Pulling back a fist, he drives it unto Jack Bull’s exposed forehead! Luck smiles as he pulls back one more time, only to have his legs pulled from underneath him as well! Jack mounts an offensive like no others, lying on top of Luck and driving fists into the bald head of his opponent!

J.J: Bull is a man possessed!

At Ringside, Dave has lost the advantage now as Toby easily picks him up for a two handed choke slam! Dave crashes into the hard concrete with a thud as Toby looks out to the fans around him.

Rolling away, Jack rises to his feet rejuvenated. Luck follows to his feet with a clumsy stride to him. Jack easily grabs him for the Irish Whip. Luck tries to counter but is caught off guard as Jack nails the Spinning spine buster.. Leading into a quick pin!

1.….. Jack is pulled off by the leg by Toby Hunter!

Rising to his feet, Jack gets right into Toby’s face. Enraged by the pin break!

Creep: It looks we have team mates.. At odds?

J.J: This is not a tag team match. Rivera may have made a smart call by sanctioning this match.

With Bull stepping back a bit, Toby looks to be gesturing for them to work together. Jack nods, and both men direct their attention to Luck but are caught off guard! Luck had regained himself in the confusion and obtained a chair from Big Dave! With a mighty swing, he brings it down upon the head of Jack Bull! Toby tries to get at Luck but is not fast enough, as he receives a chair shot to the grill just the same! The EUW Champion is sent spiraling to the mat now as Luck raises the chair in victory!

Creep: It looks like Luck has found a partner in the form of cold steel!

Realizing that the match is a No Disqualification Event, Luck thinks quickly on his feet.. A trait that has proved useful for him throughout his career. He motions for Big Dave to enter the ring with yet another chair in hand! Both men smile at the fans who return with loud boos! Jack Bull is the first to his feet now, a true testament to his strength and stamina. Big Dave rushes at him with chair in hand, only to be kicked in the gut by a surprisingly aware Jack Bull! Dave crashes to the mat hard holding his crotch as Jack scoops up the chair!

Mr. Luck follows up to finish the job as both men simultaneously nail each other over the head with matching metal chairs!! Everyone in the ring is completely out cold now. A pile of metal, flesh, and blood litters the ring.

J.J: This match has completely gone to hell!

Creep: I LOVE IT!

With a plant of the open hand, Toby begins to rise now. With a quick thrust, he spits out a mouthful of his own blood. Now upon his hands and knees. He crawls over to Jack Bull and falls down upon him, covering for the pin!

1.……2.. Jack Bull somehow manages to place a boot upon the bottom rope!

Toby looks up through tired eyes now, rolling over to Mr. Luck and falling upon him for the pin as well!

1.……2... Luck place his foot on the bottom rope too!!!!

J.J: What a damn match!

Realizing that this war does not involve him, Toby finds himself in a quandary. He wants to let the two men settle their differences but wants to yet secure the win. He chooses Jack Bull first, as he lifts his Cause Partner to his feet and attempts to wake him up. Jack shakes it off a bit, quickly seeing Toby in his face and reacting out of pure habit! Scoops up the EUW Champion, he hit’s a scoop slam! He then drops to his knees and covers for the pin with pure exhaustion!

J.J: Wait.. Toby was trying to wake Jack up!

Creep: A second ago, Toby was pinning Jack too. I don’t think it matters.

1.…….2... Jack is sent flying off of Toby now as the Champion kicks out of the pin attempt forcefully!

Toby sits up, his face completely enraged! Jack tries to scramble to his feet but is caught around his neck by a firm grip! Toby rises to his feet, slowly choking Jack in the process! Unknown to them, Luck has begun to pull something from his sleeve… it’s a lead pipe.

J.J: What is he going to do with that?

Creep: Well, I would bet it won’t be to repair their plumbing I bet.

As Toby has finally brought Jack to his knees with a one handed choke, Luck hopes to the top rope, standing with a stunning balance! As the fans collectively hold their breath, Luck shows a stunning display of daredevil-ism as he launches into the air nails Toby with the pipe in hand! Toby falls down to the mat hard, a thin stream of blood flowing now from his temple. Luck is satisfied with his attack now, as he looks in Big Dave’s direction with a smile.

Realizing that the moment is now, Jack Bull somehow finds just a bit more energy from inside of him as eh rushes up behind Luck, to begin a side backbreaker! Luck somehow manages to elbow Bull though, ushering him away! Pulling the pipe back again, Luck attempts to lay out Bull with it, only to be countered with an eye rake!

Luck is blinded now, as he drops the pipe. Big Dave rushes into the ring to aid his friend but Jack is on fire! He easily turns around and nail the BULLSEYE on Big Dave, sending the large man down hard and knocking him out!

Toby somehow begins to rise to his feet, just in time to see Jack pummeling Mr. Luck! Driven into the turnbuckle, Jack continues the assault, only to have his fist caught out of nowhere by the EUW Champion! The fans cheer loudly as Toby easily hoists Jack up high into the air and nailing a belly to belly suplex! Luck tries to jump in and take advantage, punching Toby on the side of the head as the champion rises to his feet once again. The fans cheer as Toby smiles in return, flicking his hair out of his eyes and mocking Luck’s attempts. Luck reaches back one more time for another shot but is kicked in the gut by Toby Hunter! Hoisting him in, he raises a fist to signal for the Full Throttle!

J.J: This could be it!

Toby lifts Luck high into the air but Big Dave makes the effort to save the day! He lunges up the side of the ring curtain and grabs Luck's legs, preventing the finisher from being made. Toby sees this, and reacts. Instead, he changes his game plan and literally tosses Luck out of the ring and unto Big Dave! The crowd loses it!

Creep: Holy shit!

Turning around, Jack Bull rushes Toby and hits him with a few elbows. Toby stumbles backwards as Jack spears -tackles the World Champion to the ground.

J.J: Jack is on the move!

The camera shows Jack on top of Toby... attacking like a mad animal when suddenly...

Creep: JACK IS TAPPING OUT!!!!! WHAT THE HELL!

Out of nowhere, somehow Toby is able to lock in the triangle choke hold on Jack Bull! The bell rings as Jack is finally released and rolling away.

John Walt: Your winner.. the EUW WORLD CHAMPION... TOBY HUNTER!

J.J: Wow.. I never saw that coming!

Creep: That is why.. he is the champion.

Toby sits up, panting in an exhausted way. Jack is lying on his side, nodding at Toby in respect. Luck on the other hand is heated, and being dragged away my Big Dave.

J.J: Ladies and gentlemen.. what a night. We will return after these messages.. stay tuned!

(Intermission)

[primetime]

J.J: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. We would like to take the time to remind you all that our show has gone Bi-Weekly now. Meaning every 2 weeks you will get action like never before in new ways! Also, Scars and Stripes is on the horizon. With hell literally threatening to break loose.. You do not want to miss that.

Creep: I admit, that pay per view looks completely amazing. Consider me there!

J.J: Um, Creep. You work here.

Creep: Yeah.. There is that.

J.J: Well, now I am receiving word that our champion will be coming back out for a final word to us all. After tonight’s events, what could possibly be on his mind? The war has truly become out of hand to say the least.

Creep: It seems to me like we may be seeing the final shot in this war, initiating the climax of this fed wide war.

J.J:[/b] I agree. So let’s look to the stage, as the champion comes back out!

(The lights suddenly go out.)


Sounds of a motorcycle can be heard now as “Rain” by Creed blares out of the arena sound system! The fans literally stand to their feet in waves as they pump their fists in unison! Riding through the blackness of the entrance area, Toby Hunter comes to a stop aboard a shiny silver motorcycle! The EUW World Championship is easily visible as it hangs around his neck. The cheers are deafening now as he raises a fist in their direction in respect! Behind him, holding unto him tightly, Skye raises a fist as well as the both of them proceed to drive slowly down the ramp way and circle the ring!

Creep: Damn.. That is gorgeous..

J.J: Yes, the championship belt truly is.

Creep: WHAT?! I am talking about Skye you idiot! I can’t believe you..

J.J: Well, yes. She is a sight to behold as well.

Toby dismounts his bike and then offers a hand for Skye to do the same. The camera now pans around the arena, as various fans are seen wearing “Devil’s Due” apparel! A sign is shown being held up that reads “SHOW US YOUR PUPPIES SKYE!”

Sitting upon the middle rope, Toby helps Skye into the ring as she enters with a slight wiggle of the hips. Her red hairs dangles low to her waist as she smiles and points in Toby’s direction. Toby then stands in the center of the ring, raising the EUW World Championship high for all to see!

J.J: That right there.. Is the EUW’s last hope.

Creep: Really? I guess we are screwed.

A referee hands Toby a microphone and then steps away as Toby raises it to his lips to speak to the fans…

Toby: Well lookie here! It looks like things are a bit different around town now doesn’t it?

The fans cheer loudly in response now.

Toby: I mean, the good Mark Rivera no longer flaunts around this ring, shitting all over whatever legacy is left now does he? Truth be told, I am a little surprised myself. I figured that we would be up for a huge battle over things and to tell you the truth.. I am a little let down. I guess I brought too much back up with me after all? It wasn’t like it was hard to find help, I mean, Mark didn’t have many friends. I bet he is sitting in his office right now, counting down the days until Scars and Stripes.. The day that his whole regime finally comes crashing down in one final swoop. He has put all of his ducks in a row and gambled it all on Chris Sabora.. And I don’t blame him one bit.

The crowd now begins to cheer for Chris Sabora surprisingly! Toby looks around the arena, a bit taken back, as the fan show their support for the number one contender.

Creep: Sorry Toby, Sabora has put in the work. You are going to have to prove things in that ring.

Pacing a bit, Toby smirks and raises the microphone to his lips one more.

Toby: Do you hear this Skye? The Dog pound is split right down the middle. Do they support The Big Dog or The Machine? That’s a odd question to me. I mean, Chris obviously does not have your best interests at heart. I mean, my Daddy used to tell me that it’s one’s actions that garners respect. Well, in that light I guess I can see it after all. That boy certainly has earned this shot at my title and with the results from our last outing being what they are.. I guess you could say I am eager to get to it myself as well.

Toby now leans against the top rope.

Toby: The thing is, since my return, I have stuck it to Chris twice now. With two wins, I am left sitting here wondering.. Why should I face him? I have already proven that I can defeat him. Shouldn’t we be looking for new blood? What does Chris bring to the table this time around that puts him above the rest of that pack in the locker room. Better yet, what is he willing to sacrifice? Well, that is why I am out here tonight in front of you all. I have proven my worth in this ring and shown that nothing is too big of a sacrifice when it comes to being the best of the best. No, I am out here to ask Chris to come out here by himself, without his Council flunkies, and face me man to man. Do you have the courage to stand before me tonight, Chris?

The fans begin to chant “MACHINE.. MACHINE!” as Toby takes a step back from the ropes. With a casual gesture, he asks Skye to exit the ring.

Toby: What’s wrong Chris? Is it scary to come out here without your buddies? I promise, my crew will stay backstage.. Unless you are bothered by Skye as well. If that’s the case.. She can head out too.

As the fans chant “MACHINE!” once again, Toby smiles as he raises the microphone to his lips once again.

Toby: And there you have it. That is the man that you all cheer for. The once great Chris Sabora, a true legend in the sport, finally showing his true colors and running scared. I think we all-

“The Sounds of Madness” begins to play as smoke covers the entrance! The fans stand up and cheer loudly as Chris Sabora steps out into view now!

Creep: Ask.. And you shall receive, Champ.

Walking out unto the edge of the stage, Chris stares out into the sea of fans with an emotionless look upon his face. The fans cheer him on regardless though, as he slowly finds his way down the ramp way and up the metal steps at ringside! Toby Hunter keeps his spot in center ring, as Chris Sabora steps through the ropes with a microphone in hand. Neither man says a word to one another for a brief time, as they stare into each other’s eyes. Finally, Toby raises the microphone slowly.

Toby: You heard the questions, Chris. I am glad you finally grew a set and decided to face me face to face. So, I ask again.. What does this match mean to you? What will you sacrifice? Everyone has to sacrifice. For my shot at the top, I had to retire my own brother. What do you have to give up?

As the fans continue to cheer loudly for both competitors, Chris does not remove his glare from Toby at all. His head moves from left to right, following Hunter’s every moment. With his left hand, he raises the microphone and speaks.

Sabora: Hunter. I am the rightful Champion of the EUW and you know it. A year ago, it was me who carried the Asylum upon my back. I earned my title reign to the last degree and was robbed by you and everyone of the idiots in the front office! You took what was rightfully mine. Not just mine.. But my family’s .. respect. So, I already have sacrificed for MY championship. You have cheated me not once.. But twice for it. You are not a champion.. Just a coward. A coward that I will dispose of at Scars and Stripes! As for what I will give up.. Then let me answer that as well.

Toby backs up slightly as Sabora steps towards him, putting almost no space between them.

Sabora: I am so sure that I can defeat you, that I will rest my career on it. No, I am not pulling an Xplode. Unlike him, I am positive that I can put you down. Unlike him, I am destined to end the trash that you bring to this federation with you “nice guy” attitude and your seedy intentions. You once said that this fed hates me. Well, at least with me they know what they are getting. You, on the other hand, are a snake that hides behind a false persona. If I can’t beat you for my championship, then I don’t deserve to be here at all. It’s no big deal though because it won’t end that way. At Scars and Stripes.. I end the reign of Oblivion once and for all and GET BACK WHAT WAS MINE!

Toby drops his microphone on the mat with a thud as Sabora does the same. Both men stand toe to toe, slamming their foreheads into one another! The fans scream loudly now as both men lean into one another.. Waiting for war to begin!

J.J: This is insane! Both of those men, the intensity.. It’s so thick..

Creep: We may be seeing a preview of Scars and Stripes… NOW!

The fans scream still as Skye enters the ring. With both hands, she breaks up the two gladiators as Toby backs away. Sabora does not change his facial expression as he watches Toby back step towards the ropes and out to ringside. He then winks at Skye as she follows him. Surprisingly, this enrages Skye as she turns around and steps up to Sabora!

J.J: Don’t do it, Skye!

Sabora smirks as Skye is seen talking to him. Toby calls out to Skye as Sabora suddenly blows her a kiss! Skye reacts, pulling her open hand back and slapping Sabora right across the face!! Toby turns now and rushes into the ring but it is too late…

Getting up to a height never seen before, Sabora launches into the air, grabbing Skye around the neck and nailing the Maximum Overdrive!!!! The fans instantly become silent as Sabora rolls under the bottom rope and out to ringside! Toby is a second too late as he slides down and scoops up Skye into his arms. Tears are seen rolling down his cheeks as he holds her limp frame in his arms. Sabora slowly backs up the ramp way, smiling and gesturing for a title belt around his waist.

Creep: This.. Has gotten very personal.

J.J: Ladies and Gentlemen, this concludes our show this week. We apologize for the late broadcast. Tune in in a few short weeks for Scars and Stripes 2010! It just doesn't get more exciting than this..

(Fade Out)