EUW Presents: Scars and Stripes 2010

[primetime]

A long table comes into the scene. 4 men sit around the table, dressed in sharp business suits and varying in age. Behind them, the San Francisco landscape shines brightly upon them through open mini blinds. At the head of the table, is the EUW President Kirk Kennedy. His bald head shines in the light as he smiles in each of the men across from him’s direction.

Kennedy: I am glad that you all could make it here. Please forgive the building as it is only a temporary home until our final one is constructed. As you all know, today is one of our super shows known as Scars and Stripes. The reason I have invited you all here is to give you a taste of what we offer in terms of television programming. I assure you, should Spike agree to the terms, you will have a damn ratings killer on your hands.

Executive number 1: I have heard this talk before. Mr. Rivera was very clear that it would benefit us to sign with you. Then I noticed your numbers sharply drop.

Executive number 2: Wrestling is a fad. Nothing more.

Kennedy: That’s correct. Wrestling is a fad and Rivera did falter shortly after. That’s what happens when a person hires sub-par talent. Those days are over. Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you the new era of the EUW! An era where we put the damn sports back into sports entertainment! I will be bringing back the old school flavor of pure competition! Remember the UFC? Consider them obsolete! How about professional boxing? Done deal! I am talking about a mass surge of wrestling.. Real wrestling.. Where men compete to win the biggest prize in our sport, the World Championship. To show you all that I fully intend on doing this, I have dug an old forgotten relic that once stood for wrestling in it’s purest form.. The EUW Pure Championship.

Kirk Kennedy pulls the EUW Pure Title from his suit case and tosses it on the table before them. The men begin to nod now and speak amongst themselves.

Kennedy: I am ready to offer you a 3 year deal of exclusive rights with our company. All of the crap that has built up around here is being filtered now. It’s time for some serious ass kickings with some serious competition to boot. We have the very best talent in the world here. It’s time that we reminded the World of that. Think it over and enjoy the show. We will meet when it is all over.

Kirk Kennedy now nods at the men who are still seated and walks through the door way. Entering a long hallway, he smiles and points at fans as they cheer him on upon seeing his visage. A woman approaches him now dressed in EUW attire.

Woman: Sir, would you care for a soft drink?

Kennedy: No sweetie. I would like you to head into the conference room though and get those men seated. Drinks and food are on the house. Now, please excuse me. It’s time we get the new era going.

Woman: Yes, Sir!

Leaving her behind, Kirk Kennedy adjusts his white affliction shirt and approaches a wooden stair case. Lowering his head to keep from bumping it due to his large size, he steps through the curtain and out of sight…

The Camera Feed now switches to the arena where screaming fans raises signs and completely lose it! “Sweating Bullets” by Megadeth begins to play now as red, white, and blue fireworks shower the stage area! The camera pans around now to get a closer look at the fans as a thick cloud of smoke engulfs the air!

J.J and Creep are seen now. Creep is busy waving the smoke out of his face as J.J adjusts the microphone seated before him.

J.J: Ladies and Gentlemen, WELCOME… TO SCARS AND STRIPES!

Creep: (Coughing.) I think they went a little over kill on the pyrotechnics.

J.J: (Laughing.) It’s a new era for the company! Tonight, this era begins as we promote the largest PPV yet of the year! The Council.. Or what’s left of it.. Will go to literal war against Toby Hunter and the Cause! I can’t wait!

Creep: Let’s not forget the return of a few past superstars in Jeremy Sterling, Matt Rodriguez, and Evan Black!

J.J: No doubt! The excitement is so thick in here that you can cut it with a knife! Today’s broadcast is brought to you by THQ’s number one smash hit.. EUW 2010! Play as your favorite EUW Superstars in authentic locations! You decide the outcome this time!

Creep: I am an unlock-able in that game, you know.

J.J: Maybe you should just remain locked..

The fans begin to really holler now as someone steps out until the stage area. The fireworks begin to go off once again now as Kirk Kennedy walks into view and down the ramp way, heading towards the ring.

J.J: And now, we kick off the show with our President, Kirk Kennedy!

Creep: I sure hope this isn’t about our jobs. That dude has been firing everyone.

J.J: Whatever is good for the company, Creep. I always told you to slow down on the beer and chips.

Stepping up the metal steps and through the ropes, Kirk Kennedy paces around the ring slowly. His blue jeans and white shirt make him out to be very casual. Letting the crowd express themselves, Kirk smiles and then motions for them to stop with a wave of the hand.

Kennedy: Hell yes! Hell Yes!

The crowd cheers again!

Kennedy: Damn, is this what the feeling is like? Maybe I should have stepped in this ring a long time ago! Tonight, we have a huge card in store for you all. First of all, I want to announce that this show is now officially.. Sold out! Good deal, huh?

The fans cheer loudly as the feed catches glimpses of them all.

Kennedy: I am out here to make a vow to you all. It’s time to get serious. The EUW has always been about competition. We will be getting back to this as the new era begins! With a new era comes a new face. For the last 5 years, our John Walt has faithfully served us inside of this ring. He will be accepting a new job after this show is over. He will now be head of our production booth! Thank you, John! Replacing him will be the sultry.. SKYE!

The crowd screams in delight!

Creep: Yeah, baby! That’s what I am talking about!

J.J: Zip up your zipper!

Kennedy: We will get to see her lovely face before and after every match from this day on! Next, I would like to call out a friend of mine. This is a man who has given his all for the last three years in my company and until lately, hasn’t received a damn thing for it. I am not a man who let’s his employees go un-noticed. Ladies and Gentlemen.. Please welcome.. The EUW TV 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: It’s about time that man has received some respect.

Creep: He is lucky to have a job as far as I am concerned..

415 and Kennedy stand in the ring now. Kennedy is looking down at him, smiling.

Kennedy: 415... Mario.. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the work you have put in to this company. I have watched you take this biggest ass kickings and then turn around and unleash the same in return. No matter what obstacles have been placed before you.. You keep on pushing and are finally getting what you deserve as a champion.

The crowd begins to chant “415...415...415!”

Kennedy: The thing is, the EUW is not about TV gimmicks any longer. Hell, we never were. The TV Title belt represents just that very thing in my eyes and you are much more real than that. So tonight, I am placing a choice before you. Tonight… you decide if you are finally ready to be taken serious and step into the main event. Or you can decide to hold that title and remain a second place champion. You see, if it was me, I know my decision. All my life, I have striven to be number one in everything that I do. Second place was never an option. I can see that you are the same way. Prove it. Prove to the world that you are for real. Mario, hand over that TV title and I will make you the next number one contender to the EUW World Championship! The choice is yours.

The crowd chants “415.. 415.. 415!” once again as 415 rubs his masked chin. The EUW TV title rests over his shoulder.

Creep: I don’t understand why he has to think about it. Take the offer, idiot!

J.J: Don’t forget, his opponent will either be Toby Hunter or Chris Sabora…

Creep: Shit. You’re right. 415.. DON’T TAKE THE OFFER!

J.J: (Rolls his eyes.)

Kennedy: What’s it going to be, Mario?

415: You know. I have been here for a long time as you have said. I have heard everyone in that locker room mumble about how I had no talent. People have ridiculed me and forgotten about me more times than I can count. Yet, through thick and thin, I have been here. I have fought with everything that I have in me, small or not, and shown that I love the EUW more than my own home. I accept your offer, Mr. Kennedy. I give up my TV title and will look forward to taking on.. Better yet.. Defeating the World Champion!

415 offers the strap to Kirk Kennedy as the fans cheer.

Kennedy: Thank you, Mario. Consider it done.

J.J: Wow! it’s already getting amazing in this pay per view. After these messages, we will be right back with our first match of the evening!

[primetime]

Matt Rodrigo vs Jeremy Sterling.

J.J: And now we get to the first match of the evening. Tonight, we have Matt Rodrigo squaring off against-

Creep: Rodrigo? Do you mean Rodriguez?

J.J: Nope, evidently Matt is shifting his name as well as his focus as he steps back in the ring after an extended absence that has left the fans wishing for his return. His opponent tonight is also a returning star if not for one night only.

Creep: That’s right, Jeremy Sterling will be stepping in the ring for one night only to put the period on the end of his storybook career here in the EUW.

J.J: Let’s get this show on the road!

John Walt: And now, our first match of the evening. It will be scheduled for one fall. Coming out first, from Beverly Hills, California… Matty… RODRIGO!

"Time will smother you" begins to play as Matt walks through the entrance and directly down the rampway. He looks around at the fans as he does so, proceeding to march up the metal steps and enter the ring.

J.J: Welcome back, Matty!

John Walt: And his opponent. Out of Sterling, Virginia… Jermemy STEEEEEEEEERLING!

“Artist in the Ambulance” by Thrice begins to play as the lights darken and at the 23 second mark as the main sound to the song kicks in, Jeremy Sterling emerges onto the stage with his hand in the air to a tremendous pop to the crowd. Grinning at the fans, Jeremy Sterling walks down to the ring, slapping a few of the fans hands on his way before sliding into the ring and doing a few last minute stretches as he waits for his match to begin.

Creep: It’s good to see that guy again. I once had a coffee cup with his picture on it!

J.J: What happened to it? I always see you using that mug right there in your hand.

Creep: Yeah, I am partial to mugs that say “Warning, I don’t practice safe sex. I mastered it.”

J.J: Nice..

John Walt steps out of the ring as both men prepare to lock up. The bell is run, and the match begins. Circling one another, Matt has what looks to be a smile on his face as he stares at Jeremy. Jeremy steps forward now, locking attempting to lock up but is frustrated when Matt steps through the ropes now. The ref orders Jeremy to back up as Matt slowly brings his leg back in.

J.J: Mind games from Matt here?

Jeremy slaps his legs one more time and then rushes forward only for Matt to drop down and slide under the bottom rope, landing at ringside! The fans begin to boo as Jeremy pleads his case to the referee!

Creep: What the fuck, mate. Can we start the match already??

Matt rubs his chin a moment, looking around the arena simultaneously. Jeremy turns his back now, arguing with the ref. Matt seizes the moment, sliding in and driving his forearm into the back of Jeremy Sterling! The fans go crazy as Matt pounds sterling hard with a flurry of forearm shots. Sterling turns around to defend himself as he steps backwards, only for Matt to duck around scoop Jeremy up for a body slam!

J.J: Right away, Matt comes out firing. Very impressive.

Raising his foot, Matt prepares to stomp Jeremy until Sterling catches his foot beforehand! A quick battle of strength ensues for a moment, one that Sterling eventually wins, as he shoves Matt’s foot aside and rolls to his feet once more!

Creep: Great defensive maneuver from Sterling. That’s Vintage EUW right there!

Matt locks up with Sterling one more time but is punched hard in the gut. Bringing Matt in, Sterling nails a snap suplex, causing Matt to bounce off of the mat hard! Sterling does not let up, rising right back to his feet and picking Matt up with him. Matt tries to shake it off by taking a swing at Sterling only to be brought to the mat hard with a Japanese arm drag! The fans begin to grow louder as Jeremy launches to his feet, runs to the ropes, and shoots off for the lionsault!!! Sterling then covers for the pin.

[1.…2... Kickout by Rodrigo]

Jeremy, frustrated now, rolls away and stands up, waiting for Matt to rise to his feet. Matt does so, though with a peculiar look in his eye.

J.J: Is Matt playing possum?

Creep: Right. Matt can’t even play with himself let alone play possum..

Jeremy stalks Matt now as Matt dazily rises to his feet. With one hand raised in the air to steady himself, he turns around as Sterling attempts to lift him high into the air and unto his shoulders for the Alarm Clock! (Fireman’s carry to a front kick) Matt reacts instantly, sliding free and holding Sterling’s head as he nails a face plant on Sterling! Sterling hit’s the mat hard, bouncing and turning over unto his back upon impact. Matt then, almost without hesitation, locks in the bridging 5 rings of Saturn!

J.J: I knew it! Matt was playing possum! What a great ring mentality!

Creep: I call it luck..

J.J: No, Mr. Luck is facing Jack Bull tonight.

Creep: Somebody shoot me please?

Matt does not hesitate to continue the attack, rolling away and kicking Sterling’s legs out from under him just as Sterling begins to rise again! Sterling is heated now! Pounding the mat hard, he hops to his feet only to stumble backwards thanks to what seems to be an injured leg. Matt capitalizes on this, hopping forward and kicking him once again behind the damaged knee. Then a Jawbreaker Lariat plants Sterling to the mat once again!

Looking up, Sterling spits and shakes his head. He rises once more…

Creep: That is a warrior.

J.J: No, Warrior is not here.

Creep: Will you stop that??

Matt is smiling now, as Jeremy hobbles to his feet. Matt waits for a moment, savoring the atmosphere and then he grabs the head of Sterling. Sterling counts though, hooking up Matt and lifting him into the brain buster! Matt once again wiggles free, sliding down Jeremy’s back and landing on his feet. He then turns Sterling around and nails the Arcane!(Wild Bomb)

Sitting up a moment, Matt begins to clap his hands together in a mock celebration and then covers for the pin..

[1.…..2.…. THREE!]

John Walt: Your winner… Matty RODRIGO!

J.J: Wow, what a match from Rodrigo here.

Creep: Surprising to say the least.

Matt does not even stay to celebrate as he turns and heads out of the ring. Hoping to ringside, he starts up the ramp way and with one quick glance over his shoulder.. He is out of sight.

[primetime]

We cut backstage to a shot down a corridor and see Jack Bull pacing along in his wrestling attire. The fans in the arena can be heard popping loudly as he comes on screen. Then from the side appears EUWs resident male interviewer Jack Rogers.

Rogers - “Hey there Jack”

Bull stops and stares at Roger with an air of simultaneous amusement and loathing.

Bull - “What d‘ya want Buck?”

Rogers - “Naturally I’d like an interview Jack, just to get your thoughts ahead of your grudge match tonight with Mr. Luck.”

After a brief pause for thought, Bull clicks his fingers and gestures for Rogers to give him the microphone. Rogers looks down at the mic the way a child might stare at their favorite toy before handing it to their parents to be impounded. Grudgingly though Rogers offers up his microphone which Bull snatches from his hand, looking decidedly frustrated.

Bull now turns to the camera and flashes a huge grin, which disappears almost immediately, prompting a few cheers from inside the arena. Bull licks his lips then raises the mic to them, before finally yelling.

Bull - “Waazzuuuuuuup!!!!”

The fans in the arena pop loudly at the classic phrase.

Bull - “Now. Buck Rogers. Spokesman for the 25th century. I have a request for you. Jack Bull requests that you stand there, straighten your tie, close your mouth and SHUT THE HELL UP!!”

Another loud pop can be heard in the arena.

Bull - “So Buck. You asked me a question and the question was thus; what are Jack Bulls thoughts ahead of his match tonight with Kid Luck? Well let me tell you Buck, I was thinking probably the same thing that everyone else in this building was thinking. I was thinking; just how many gallons of floor polish does it take to get Kid Lucks head that shiny?”

We hear another loud pop from the fans in the arena. It’s Washington, what do you expect? Bull stares off to the side, perhaps amazed that they bought that one. He re-gathers his focus though and stares at the camera once more.

Bull - “And the sad thing is Buck we’ll probably never know. But right now that’s irrelevant. Because tonight, right here in the Verizon Center in Washington, DC, right here on Scars and Stripes, it’s going to be Jack Bull vs. Kid Luck in probably the greatest main event warm up match in the history of the EUW!”

Another cheap pop can be heard from the fans.

Bull - “And you know what Buck, something amazing is going to happen tonight. Oh yeah! I want you to picture this in your head. I want you to picture a little boy standing in the Australian outback. I want you to picture him standing there with his father, looking up at the night sky. They’re looking at the stars Buck.

And they’re hoping to see something wonderful and tonight is their lucky night Buck! I want you to imagine that little boy as he peers up into the darkness and he sees... he sees a light crossing the sky. He sees a blaze of yellow and orange and red as it flies from one side of the heavens to the other, East to West Buck. And the little boy is going to turn to his father and say to him ‘Daddy, daddy, I’ve just seen a shooting star! Did you see it?’.

And then the father is going to turn to his little boy and he’s going to say ‘Yes son, yes I did see it. I saw that object blazing across the sky. But that wasn’t a shooting star you dumbass, inbred, son of a bitch!’”

Again we here a loud pop from the fans.

Bull - “’What the hells the matter with you? That, that my boy was Kid Lucks face burning up in the atmosphere after Jack Bull SMACKED IT RIGHT OFF HIS DAMN HEAD!!’”

The Verizon center erupts in cheers once more as the camera pans to show us some of the great unwashed, before cutting back to Bull and Rogers.

Bull - “You see Buck, Jack Bull doesn’t discriminate. The Worlds Leading Distributor of Ass Kicking, Jack Bull, aims to serve everyone. Jack Bull aims to please all his fans, of all ages and all races. Whether they’re American, Australian, British, European, Asian, hell Jack Bull doesn’t care! Just because they live abroad doesn’t mean Jack Bull can’t find a way to entertain them with a good ass kicking!

And that’s precisely why I’m here tonight Buck. I’m here, in front of all these cameras and all these fans to put on a show for the world. I’m here so that everyone across the globe can enjoy the sight of Kid Luck getting his ass kicked into orbit by Jack Bull!”

Again the Verizon Center is filled with cheering voices.

Bull - “…… And that’s a fact!”

The arena audience prematurely ends the catchphrase with a collective cry of ‘asshole’. Bull looks off to the side again, then slowly back to the camera, then on onwards to Rogers.

Bull - ".... asshole!”

The fans pop loudly for one final time as Bull hands the mic back to Rogers and we watch him walk out of shot before cutting back to the ring.

[primetime]

Dante Holly vs Marcus Puzzo

As “Beware of us” by Xzibit 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.

John Walt - “Introducing first. From Bologna, Italy, weighing in at 210 pounds… Marcus Puzzo!”

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 towards 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…”

As the opening of “Four Minutes-” by Madonna ft. Justin Timberlake and Timbaland 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.

John Walt - “From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 165 pounds… Dante Holly!”

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.

As John Walt leaves the ring, the referee asks Holly for his cape. Dante removes it and proudly flourishes for all to see. As the ref takes it from Dante, a cable is lowered from above into the ring, onto which the ref clips Holly’s cape. The cable is raised above the ring once more, suspending Holly’s cape approximately 15 feet in the air.

JJ - “Well ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for the Super Hero challenge! Dante Holly’s cape has been suspended above the ring and the winner of the match will be the first person to climb up one of the ladders provided at ringside to grab the cape from its hook.”

Creep - “If I was Dante, I’d be hell bent on getting back my beloved cape. But then if I was Marcus, I’d be spying the opportunity to make a ripple in the fed and catch the eye of Kirk Kennedy!”

JJ - “So in other words, you have no idea who will win this match!”

Thankfully JJ and Creep are interrupted by the bell to signal the start of the match. At first the two wrestlers circle, occasionally glancing up at the prize. Dante however gets a little too distracted by the cape as it swirls gently, blown by the air con. Dante appears to be caught in a trance like state as he watches it spin… and spin… and spin…

And Marcus snaps him out of his trance with a kick to the stomach. Marcus wastes no time going to work on Dante with several right hands, elbows and knees. He forces Dante back into a corner and begins to unload on with more hard shots. The Ref tries a 5-count but Puzzo knows enough about the match to know he can’t be disqualified.

Dante Holly is in a bad way as Marcus removes him from the corner and hits him with a thunderous body slam, followed by a vicious elbow drop. Scooping Dante up from the mat, Marcus sets him up for an Irish whip, which somehow Dante reverses! As Marcus goes flying against the ropes Dante stands in the middle of the ring and strikes a Superhero pose, waiting for Marcus to return and bounce off him.

Except Marcus is heavier and thus a simple shoulder block sends Dante flying to the mat hard. Marcus now runs off the ropes again, but this time Dante tries to layout and trip him. Marcus leaps over his opponent and carries on to the other side, bouncing off and coming back with a flying clothesline that drops Dante.

Marcus now takes the opportunity to slip out of the ring and grab one of the ladders. As he slides it into the ring and climbs in, Dante is just getting back to his feet. Marcus takes the chance to grab Dante, laying in some more shots for good measure, before latching around his waist and hitting a Belly to Belly suplex onto the ladder!

JJ - “Now that, that has to hurt Creepy?”

Creep - “I love it! Marcus Puzzo showing that killer instinct I think he’s been lacking until now!”

Marcus unceremoniously drags Dante off the ladder and begins to prop it up in the middle of the ring. While Marcus fiddles with the ladder to get it set up right, Dante is starting to come round from the impact of the suplex. The fans are up and trying to cheer Dante now as Marcus finally begins to climb the ladder. He gets about half way up before Dante gets to his feet. As Dante struggles to find his bearings, Marcus is near the top of the ladder and could be moments away from victory!

Suddenly looking up, Dante realizes the peril. Taking immediate action he steps up to the side of the ladder, winds his fist back and yells “FALCON PUNCH!” before hitting the ladder! Dante curls up in pain clutching his fist, while the ladder barely moves. Marcus spots the danger though, realizing he wont have time to unhook the cape before Dante recovers.

Marcus Puzzo now launches himself from the ladder, hitting Dante with a double axe handle! Both guys are down now. Marcus seems a little winded from his climb and the impact of his move. Dante is spread eagle on the mat and looks out of it already. The crowd are on their feet giving some appreciation for the two wrestlers.

The referee begins a ten count, but within three counts Marcus Puzzo sits bolt upright. Dante is also starting to come around, though looking a little woozy after all the punishment he’s taken. Marcus grabs Dante and pulls him back to his feet. Marcus winds up for a big right hand… but Dante ducks! Marcus does a 360 spin and then Dante clocks him with an Ear Clap!

The fans are off their seats for Holly as he follows up with a right hand, and another, and now a Discus right hand! Marcus hits the mat, as Dante runs off the ropes and comes back with a leg drop!

JJ - “Dante is building some momentum!”

Creep - “And listen to this crowd! Sure they’re probably all paid lobbyists, but at least they know wrestling!”

Dante now jumps to his feet and strikes a superhero pose pointing at the suspended cape. The fans are going nuts as Dante takes a slow but suitably heroic looking walk around to the base of the ladder. He puts one foot on the first step and gazes up, as if he was about to scale Mount Everest. All the while he is allowing Marcus to recover. As Dante begins to scale the ladder, Marcus gets up on his knees. Dante climbs half way up the ladder… then stops inexplicably to turn and pose to the fans.

Creep - “That guy is so dumb!”

As Dante begins to resume his climb, Marcus is now pulling himself up onto the ladder. Looking up he can see Dante nearing the top and this spurs him to climb faster. Meanwhile Dante is fiddling about on the top of the ladder now, trying to find his feet. Marcus uses his weight to rock the ladder a little side to side, forcing Dante to stop and clutch on for dear life! Marcus now makes a last surge to the top of the ladder and comes face to face with Dante.

Marcus rocks Dante with a right hand. Dante recovers and comes back with a right of his own. The two now slowly exchange punches, each doing their best to knock the other clean off the ladder. Marcus spies an opportunity though and uses an eye rake to blind Dante. Naturally this draws heat from the crowd, to which Marcus offers a finger, inevitably drawing even more heat.

Marcus now bashes Dante’s head against the top of the ladder with a sickening rattle. Dante leans back, just holding on with one hand. Marcus takes a swing with his right hand but Dante ducks, drawing cheers from the fans. Dante squats a little, coiling his legs like a spring… then leaps up over the top of the ladder and hits Marcus with a flying cross body! Marcus catches Dante but struggles to keep his balance, finally falling backwards off the ladder, with Dante on top of him!

The crowd is going wild but both guys are down and not moving!

JJ - “That was nuts, what was Dante doing!”

Creep - “Nuts? I’ve got Pistachio, Brazil, Cashew…”

In the ring, both guys are just starting to come around from their ordeal. As they come face to face, Marcus sinks to his knees and nails Dante in the groin with a stiff punch, drawing more heat from the crowd. Dante’s legs are looking wobbly and he uses the ladder for support. Coming to his feet again, Marcus now hits Dante with a dropkick, knocking him against the ladder and sending it crashing down onto the ropes.

Marcus gets back to his feet and rolls Dante out of the way, grabbing the ladder and folding it up. He drags Dante to the middle of the ring and lays the ladder over him. Marcus now goes to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He launches off and goes flying through the air to deliver a leg drop…

… but Dante slips out from under the ladder! The fans are on their feet again as Dante gets up and now drags the ladder over Marcus. Dante runs to the ropes and comes back with a double hand spring followed by a 450 splash! The fans are loving it but again Dante has hurt himself in the process and both guys lie on the mat, nursing their wounds.

As the crowd cheers, both men slowly rise to their feet. Marcus stumbles a bit, falling back down face first. Dante, pulling stamina from who knows where.. rises quickly and then falls against a nearby rope!

J.J: Dante is truly super human!

Shaking it off now, Dante walks to the downed Ladder and positions it in the center of the ring. He then points to the turnbuckle, enticing the fans to cheer him on as he hops to the top of the turnbuckle! With both hands, he urges Marcus Puzzo to climb the ladder. Marcus looks up at him, almost confusingly. He then walks over to the ladder, and begins to climb it!

He reaches the middle step!

Dante raises his hands high..

Marcus reaches the second to last step...

Dante crouches down...

Marcus reaches the top and stretches his arms..

The superhero is in FLIGHT! Launching off the top turnbuckle, Dante smiles as he spears Marcus off of the top of the ladder!! The fans completely lose it as both men collide into the mat below!

John Walt: Your winner... MARCUS PUZZO!

J.J: What?

Lying in a pile of bodies, Marcus can be seen clutching unto the cape as he lays there heavy breathing. Next to him, Dante is out cold as well..

J.J: Somehow.. someway.. Marcus was able to snag the cape on the way down! Wow!

Creep: Puzzo has proven that the good guy does not always win!

EMT'S rush into the ring to help both men now as Kirk Kennedy is seen on the stage area clapping. The fans also begin to clap as well as the men are carted out of the ring and out of sight.

[primetime]

An office door opens as Kirk Kennedy enters the room. A slight film of sweat covers his forehead as he shuts the door behind him and smiles slightly.

(Voice) “Took you long enough..”

Kennedy saps to attention, staring at the focal point of the voice. To his surprise, a man sits at his desk with his feet inverted in reclining position. With hair pulled back into a pony tail, former 2 time EUW Champion Xplode, stares at Kirk Kennedy with a slight smirk. The crowd can be heard instantly coming to cheers.

Xplode: Seems like you have your hands full.

Kennedy: Get out of my desk.

Xplode: Is it yours? It is hard to tell these days with all of the ownership changes and shit like that..

Xplode rises from the desk and snags a cigar out of a nearby box. Walking out of the way, Xplode stares out the nearby window as Kirk Kennedy finds a place where he once sat.

Kennedy: So what is it? Are you here to declare your bid for a third world championship Xplode? Is this where you shake up the landscape of things by announcing the return of the Strategic Assassin? Please, do tell..

Xplode: Me.. Return? If I did decide to return to the ring, believe me, I could easily do so and destroy those sad rankings in a heartbeat. A 3rd World Title would not be out of the question.

Kennedy: Then what do you want?

Xplode: I just thought I would swing by and pay my respects. I figured that with all of the hoopla around here, maybe it was time for-

The door suddenly swings open again, banging into the wall just on the other side. Brendan Medina and Kevin Jenkins enter the room respectively. Plopping down on the couch across from Xplode, Medina smirks as Jenkins smiles.

Xplode: I think it’s time you teach the newbies some manners..

Kennedy: I asked them to come up here. Unless you have something important to tell me, I need to ask you to leave. I have business to attend to.

Rising from the chair, Xplode walks towards the door and suddenly stops at the side of Kevin Jenkins.

Xplode: (Sniffing the air) Yup.. This place smells like shit.

Slamming the door behind him now, Kennedy takes a deep breath and smiles at the two newest members of the EUW roster.

Kennedy: Okay.

Jenkins: Is that how all of the legends around here act? Seems kind of asshole-ish to me.

Kennedy: No, that’s what happens when things are left to rot for too long. Don’t mind him. I just wanted to welcome you both to the EUW and give you a heads up as to what is in store for the both of you.

Jenkins: Alright! I can’t wait to get down to business! The EUW is the center of the world in wrestling. Legacies are created inside of that ring and I am eager to get mien underway!

Brendan Medina smirks as he rolls his eyes. Kirk Kennedy sees this and looks at Jenkins once more.

Kennedy: I am glad you feel that way. The two of you will be squaring off at Sunday Night Vengeance in 2 weeks. Get your affairs in order, because you will be the first match ever presented in our new facility! The two of you will headline the newest generation of the EUW!

Medina: Good. Let’s get this shit underway.

Medina rises from the couch now, stopping to face Jenkins eye to eye.

Medina: Good luck, kid. You’re going to need it…

Medina now leaves the room, leaving Jenkins and Kennedy.

Kennedy: What IS it with people around here?

Kennedy shrugs as the scene fades out.

[primetime]

James Vincent vs Titan.

J.J: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are back at ringside. As I sit here, I am in awe as I look up at the most vile, unforgiving structure ever created in the EUW. It is the Steel Cage… and tonight it will be put to use.

Creep: That’s right J.J. Former Pure Champion, JDV will be squaring off against the EUW’s resident Monster… Titan!

J.J: These two men have been literally tearing into one another over the last few months. The newcomer, Titan, has really impressed the world as he has gotten the better hand of JDV with increasingly regular intensity.

Creep: Titan is one scary individual. The fact that JDV even agreed to step in the ring with him truly impresses me. This must be very personal for the fucking Vindicator!

J.J: Well, it is hard not to feel that way. Titan has even extended the carnage to Vincent’s own family members!

Creep: With this much bad blood brewing between these two men, it will be hard to contain them. Good thing, the Steel Cage has been specially reinforced to do just that. As a reminder to the fans, the winner of this match has to either escape through the cage door, submit, or climb over the top of the cage.

J.J: Also, there is the pinfall.. That counts as well. And now, let’s look to the stage as the match begins.

The arena lights dim as John Walt is seen in the ring.

John Walt: Our next match is a cage event! Coming to the ring first… he has made an impact around the world with his vicious, ruthless aggression. He is… TITAN!

“Whup a Man’s ass!” by Trace Adkins begins to play as the fans turn and hail the stage area with a mixture of cheers and boos. Walking into view, the large body frame that is Titan bounces around a bit as golden fireworks emit behind him. His face is contorted into a visage of pure anger as he sprints down the ramp way and slides under the bottom rope!

J.J: Well.. That’s a new way to enter the ring for Titan.

Creep: Let’s just hope the big ape does not tire himself out doing that before the match even begins…

Rising to his feet, Titan suddenly halts all movement as he remains in center ring… looking out at the sea of fans around him. Backing up now, he casually leans against the turnbuckle as John Walt begins to speak yet again.

John Walt: And now…

The fans begin to cheer loudly..

John Walt: The Vindicator.. Hailing out of Oakland California… 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.

The cage slowly begins to lower as the camera pans to the face of JDV. He looks completely focused, staring down his opponent as Titan offers a smile in return. It appears that Titan is actually enjoying the moment very much..

J.J: This is it, once the cage is locked in place… anything can and will happen.

Creep: Who is locked in with who though? Titan has been waiting to just let go inside of that ring but let’s not forget the pure skill of James Vincent. Both of these men can really let it all out when need be.

The cage is finally secured with a sudden “Click” sound. The ref points at each competitor and then to ringside as the fans begin to cheer loudly!

J.J: This is it!

The bell rings!

Immediately, JDV is on fire as he launches out of his corner and sails across the ring towards Titan! Titan does not even have a chance to respond as he is pummeled into the corner with an aggression never seen before out of the Vindicator!

Unleashing a hail of rights and left, Vincent drives his knuckles in to Titan’s skull… then he steps back and points to the fans as they cheer in return. With one large swing, he hits Titan one final time, putting the big man into a slumping position!

Creep: THE FUCKING VINDICATOR! I love that..

Draping the large arms of Titan over the ropes, JDV begins to drive his elbow bone into the bicep of Titan now! Titan bounces with every strike as JDV steps back once more and offers a kick to the knee area now! Titan drops hard, right on his face!

J.J: He brought down the giant! David and GOLIATH!

Walking away now, JDV smiles and claps his hands. He then points at the downed Titan who is starting to rise again. With a running start, JDV launches into the air and unleashes a hellish leg drop! Titan falls flat one more time. JDV rises quickly, dropping an elbow unto the shoulder blades of Titan.. Again and again!

Creep: Wow… this is a massacre!

Pointing to the fans and then to the cage walls, JDV grabs Titan and brings the dazed man to his feet. Pointing at the cage again, he brings the big man to a running stride and proceeds to plow Titan into the steel wall! Titan bounces off of it but before he can even feel the pain, JDV begins to literally grind his face into the thick cage walls!

J.J: We are seeing JDV do what no man has been able to do thus far. He has brought his intensity and level of anger to a level even far beyond Titan’s!

A thin stream of blood begins to drip down the side of Titan’s forehead as JDV backs away. Running towards him again and not letting up, JDV raises both hands into a hammer strike! Titan reacts though, finally striking out with an elbow to the face of JDV. JDV stumbles backwards, holding his jaw. Recovering quickly, he turns around and finds himself sent to the mat HARD… by a running clothesline from Titan.

Creep: Ouch.

Wiping away the blood now, Titan looks ghastly as his face looks half covered in red fluid. Grabbing the hair of JDV, he begins to pick him up only to drive his knuckles into the back of JDV’s head. He does not let go of the hair however, pulling him back up and repeating the strike once more! Finally, he lets go as JDV flops on the mat.

Titan wipes away his blood once again, and smears it across his chest. This gets the crowd responding loudly as he grabs JDV by the hair again. Pulling the Vindicator to his feet, JDV reacts by driving his fist into the gut of Titan! Titan is stunned for a second as JDV rises to his feet, just in time to offer a chop to Titan’s throat!

Titan backs up now, as JDV rushes forward. Perfectly, Titan swings his arm in a power clothesline in an attempt to get the upper hand but JDV ducks easily, coming up behind him and gripping him around the waist. Pulling back with all he has, JDV performs a German Suplex! He rolls over with Titan still in tow.. Performing it again.. And then again!

J.J: Classic wrestling out of JDV! That could be the difference maker.

The crowd is cheering now as JDV rolls away. Titan is still down, holding unto his spine in agony. He looks to the cage now, and points to it as the fans will him on. He walks over to the cage wall now, slightly dancing and not hurrying. Climbing the steel links, he reaches the top, only to look around the arena and smile at the fans around him.

Creep: There it is.. The Vindicator. He is on top of the world. NOW JUMP DOWN!

Looking back down at Titan, JDV decides to do the unthinkable. He stands up, balancing himself like never before, and launches off the top of the cage in a super flying head butt!!! At the same time, Titan immediately kicks up to his feet.. Catching JDV easily.. And proceeding to drive the former Pure Champion into the mat hard with a super body slam!

The crowd begins to chant… “HOLY SHIT.. HOLY SHIT.. HOLY SHIT!”

J.J: Wow..

Creep: That’s my line. Get your own.

Titan can be seen rolling his large frame unto JDV’s now, mounting him and smothering him under his body weight. JDV, still reeling from the failed high flying attempt, can only lay there as Titan drives his knuckles into his exposed face! At the same time, Titan is driving his knees into the rib cage of JDV! It’s almost too painful to watch!

The fans can only sit and watch as Titan maintains his position! JDV’s eye cavities become swollen and stained with blood as Titan continues to pummel him from various ground positions! JDV tries to escape, though with little success as Titan just readjusts himself to gain an even better footing!

J.J: Someone break this up! This can’t be legal!

Creep: It’s perfectly legal J.J. This is text book ground and pound right here. When your body size is that of Titan.. It makes sense.

Titan is now driving his forehead into the chin of JDV who is hardly even recognizable now. Pounding a closed fist into the ribs of JDV, Titan grunts from underneath his own crimson mask! In time, there is no further movement from JDV as Titan remains lying on top of him. The referee orders Titan away as he checks for signs of awareness..

J.J: I think it is over..

Raising JDV’s arm, the referee lets it go only for it to drop lifelessly to the mat.

Creep: Yup. Titan is just too much..

Raising the arm again, it drops to the mat with no resistance…

J.J: This just sickens me.

Raising it a third and final time, the ref lets it go only for the arm to remain in the air! Somehow, from underneath a very swollen and bruised face, JDV is able to hang on! Titan is irate, shoving the ref to the mat hard and sending him rolling into the nearby cage area! Grabbing the hair of JDV, he yanks him to his feet with ease! JDV reacts out of no where, driving his knuckles into Titan’s jaw! Titan stumbles backwards, as the strikes continue to fly! Some of the strikes miss.. As JDV finds it increasingly more difficult to even see from the damage done to his face!

Titan counters now by lunging forward, coming up with nothing but air as JDV ducks and lifts him up for the Fireman’s carry! Sadly.. He can not fully lock it in due to the damage on his ribs! He drops Titan back on his feet, walking away while holding his rib area. Titan runs behind him, kicking his feet out from under him!

Staring at JDV now, Titan signals for the end. JDV is barely rising now, as he crawls away. Titan then wipes the blood that continues to flow from his forehead and flicks it unto the back of JDV. With a growl that is heard around the arena, Titan reaches down. He picks up JDV’s tired body and stares at him eye to eye for a moment.

Shoving JDV’s swollen face between his knees, Titna lifts the Vindicator high into the air and slams him down with a power bomb!! He doesn’t let go though, literally lifting his opponent off the ground and repeating the power bomb once again! As the crowd looks on in horror, Titan picks up JDV a third time and drives him even harder to the mat for the third repeated power bomb!

J.J: The Devastator! That is by far the most powerful move in the EUW…

JDV’s head hit’s the mat hard and bounces upon impact. Titan looks down at him, smirking and loving every minute of it. The referee approaches cautiously, making sure not to invoke the wrath of Titan as he checks on JDV. Finally, after a short moment, The ref calls for the bell as the cage begins to rise to the roof tops.

John Walt: Your winner… TITAN!

Titan remains in place as he looks down at his opponent. JDV is in serious condition now as the EMT’s rush out and begin to administer medical help. “Whup a Man’s ass!” begins to play as the crew slowly helps JDV out of the ring. Lying upon a board, they wheel JDV up the ramp way and towards the entrance when out of no where.. They are stopped by the raised hand of JDV!

Gesturing to Titan with the last bit of his strength, JDV flips off Titan and smiles from under bruised flesh as the EMT’s wheel him out of sight! The fans begin to chant.. “JDV! JDV! JDV!” Titan can only watch and shake his head as the match comes to an end.

J.J: That is pure JDV right there. Always getting the last word..

Creep: Well tonight, Titan showed that he is indeed a major player in the EUW! That win is huge for him.

[primetime]

Jack Rodgers is standing with a microphone in hand as the feed fades back in.

Rodgers: Ladies and gentlemen.. Please welcome.. The EUW World Champion… TOBY HUNTER!

The crowd goes wild as Toby Hunter steps into view. The EUW World Title is slung over his shoulder as he flexes his biceps and rubs his palms together.

Rodgers: Tonight, Toby, you face the most intense challenge of your career. Any pre-match jitters?

Hunter: Let me fill you in on something Jack, throughout my career I have faced some of the most powerful foes that a person could ever see. Chris Sabora is the culmination of that legacy. From Trent Sickness to Xplode, plenty of faces have come through that door and laid their claims as being the best of all time. I have chosen to show you with my actions instead. So am I scared? Not on your damn life. Honestly, I can’t wait to get this started because one way or another.. I am bringing the pain tonight!

The fans cheer again.

Rodgers: Looking back, your career will be talked about for years to come. What does it take to reach the top of the wrestling world like you have?

Hunter: Well, it takes determination. It takes drive. It takes a man who is willing to put aside his personal morals and goals so that he can adapt to any challenge put before him. You can’t give up and you sure as hell have to be constantly aware of who is gunning for you. Take Dante Holly for instance. That man has constantly been behind me, tracking my every move. Have I taken action against him? OF course not. I respect him. I respect the fact that he is true to himself and true to this business. It’s people like that who makes the EUW the best place to be.

Rodgers: And what about Sabora? Any words for him before the eventual showdown?

Hunter: Sure. Chris, I hope you are ready. I have watched you put down everyone who has stood before you. Well, guess what. So have I. So I suggest you bring a little more than false egos and big talk. This match between us, this feud, it has become very personal. You may feel wronged for whatever has been done to you. I get that. I just want you to know, it wasn’t me who did it. I didn’t strip you of shit or take away and chances at being great from you, Chris. Tonight though.. I will be doing just that. You see, you never really have seen the bigger picture here. It isn’t about weather you win or lose. It’s about the respect that people have for you during and after your career! That is what a champion is! At the end of this night, regardless of whether I am champion or not anymore.. I will be able to sleep well at night. I have given my all to this company and created no regrets along the way. Can you say the same thing, Chris? I am the EUW Champion of the World… ordained by my peers. No honor could be awarded greater than that. Chris.. The countdown ends TONIGHT!

The fans cheer loudly!

Rodgers: Thank you Toby. Good luck to you.

Hunter: Thank you.

[primetime]

Jack Bull vs Mr. Luck.

JJ - “Right folks, it’s time for the grudge match between Jack Bull and Mr. Luck! These two came face to face on opposite sides of the Rivera regime and ever since then the blood has been boiling. These two guys hate each other! Maybe it’s because they’re more similar than either would care to admit, but the tension has been rising steadily. In the past two weeks both guys have publicly disrespected each other and now, right here at Scars and Stripes, all that emotion comes to a head!”

Creep - “Hahaha, you kill me JJ!”

JJ - “… Why?”

Creep - “You said ‘Head’!”

JJ - “O-k. Let’s hand it over to John Walt.”

John Walt - “The following contest is a Grudge Match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… “

When the music hits, the lights go out in the arena. As the opening guitar riff and vocals of "Rocket (A Natural Gambler)" by Braund Reynolds sound, the lights re-emerge, a bright gold and red color. The fans are up from their seats booing the arrival of Mr. Luck. 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.

John Walt - “… currently residing in Battle Creek Michigan, weighing in at 221 lbs, MR. LUCK!!”

The boos continue 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 the Verizon Center in Washington, DC! 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…”

The mic cuts off mid sentence, much to Lucks anger and the fans amusement. He turns to John Walt and gestures angrily at the mic, when suddenly "Spitfire" by The Prodigy roars over the PA system. The fans erupt into cheers as the big screen lights up with various images of Jack Bull. As the main bass line slams in, the stage explodes with pyros, before Jack Bull comes confidently striding out from backstage to a renewed chorus of cheers. Jack is shouting and signaling at the fans to raise the roof as he makes his way to the ring. Entering the ring, he proceeds to climb the nearest turnbuckle, giving the fans the "Hook'em Horns" sign.

Luck looks on warily as Jack descends the turnbuckle and moves across the ring. Luck moves to keep his distance from Bull, allowing him to climb another turnbuckle to signal the fans. Outside, Zack and Dave start giving Bull some abuse which he naturally returns. This provides the perfect distraction for Luck to sneak up behind Jack and start laying shots into his back. The fans are booing and the ref calls for the bell to get us officially underway.

JJ - “Not a smart move by Jack getting distracted there.”

Creep - “It’s Jack Bull, when have you ever known him to do anything smart?”

Luck pulls Bull down out of the corner, into the middle of the ring and starts laying in vicious right hands, encouraged vocally by Zack Cornell. Luck stops briefly to raise his fist to the fans, drawing a ton of heat in the process. He winds up for a big right hand, but Bull blocks it!

The fans are out of their seats again as Bull begins unloading right hands on Luck. Bull backs Luck into the ropes then sends him on his way with an Irish whip, hitting Luck on the return with a huge back drop! The fans are going nuts as Bull gets some momentum going.

As Luck gets to his feet, Bull grabs him and hits a scoop slam. As Luck rises once more he finds himself on the business end of another scoop slam. Once more Luck gets up and again Bull plants him with a scoop slam!

Bull brings Luck back to his feet and once again Bull Irish whips Luck into the ropes. Luck ducks a clothesline, comes off the ropes on the other side and runs right back into a dropkick! Having had enough, Luck rolls out of the ring as Bull jumps up to his feet. The fans are screaming their approval and begin a “Jack Bull, Jack Bull” chant.

Luck regroups on the outside. Zack Cornell comes over to him and takes a moment to help him get his head back in the game. The ref is counting all the while as Jack leans over in the middle of the ring, his eyes poised on Luck, ready for action. Finally the count reaches eight and Luck begins to climb onto the apron.

Bull now comes over to grab at Luck, but Luck ducks and fires a shoulder under the top rope, catching Bull in the gut. Luck grabs his opponents head and walks him along the ropes to the nearest turnbuckle which he slams Bulls head into. Not content, he rams Bulls head into the buckle again. Finally he positions Bulls neck over the top rope and drops down off the apron, clothes lining Bull.

Zack and Big Dave are clapping Lucks ingenuity while the ref checks on Bull. Zack grabs Lucks hand and raises it to the crowd, pointing at his man. The fans are booing but Mr. Luck laps it up. At last the ref gets round to beginning a count on Luck, but he slides into the ring almost immediately.

Bull is just now getting to his feet as Luck stalks his prey. He comes from behind and wraps Bull up for a side Russian Leg Sweep, executing it with a clean snap. Luck gets straight to his feet with his arms held out, drawing more heat from the fans. Tired with their incessant mewing he turns back to Bull, measuring him up for a jumping knee drop which he hits perfectly on Bulls throat.

JJ - “Wow, that’ll knock some wind out of Jack Bull!”

Creep - “Good, hopefully that’ll stop him talking for five minutes!”

Happy with his offense, Luck drops another Jumping Knee, continuing to measure Bull carefully. Luck goes for the cover but only gets a two count before a powerful kick out by Bull. Frustrated, Luck now brings Bull up to his feet and hits him with a European uppercut, followed by a second, more vicious one. Bull is staggering and in trouble as Luck presses him back against the ropes and sends him off with an Irish whip, hitting him with a textbook drop toe hold on his return.

As Bulls head bounces off the mat, Luck reaches forward and grabs him in a chin lock, keeping Bulls leg tied up as well to create an STF. Luck wrenches back hard, visibly contorting Bull who calls out in pain. Zack and Big Dave cheer on from the sideline, encouraging Luck to pull hard and put the match away right now.

JJ - “Mr. Luck is certainly bringing a level of intensity to this match that we haven’t seen before from him.”

Creep - “And Bulls in bad shape, this could be it for him right here!”

Bull is trapped in the middle of the ring, barely able to inch towards the ropes. As Luck cranks back on the hold, Bull lifts his hand off the mat and it appears he’s about to tap out! Holding for a second though, Bull instead clenches his fist and lets out a guttural cry, before placing his fist down and pulling himself towards the ropes with a big heave.

The fans are up out of their seats once more and begin cheering and stamping their feet, willing Jack towards the ropes. Luck looks around in disgust and a little despair at the fans. The Verizon center now rumbles with the sound of thousands of people stamping their feet as Jack continues to drag himself closer and closer to the ropes. Finally he reaches out and with one last roar stretches his hand to grab the bottom rope, prompting a huge cheer from the fans.

JJ - “He got it! He reached the ropes!”

The ref now begins the standard five count, forcing Luck to break the hold. Luck stands, hands on hips, looking at Zack Cornell. Zack gestures for Luck to focus and screams at him to stay on Bulls case. Taking his managers advice, Luck begins to stomp away on the back of Jack Bull, using the ropes for leverage. To add impact Luck begins lifting himself up on the ropes and driving his foot down hard into Bulls lower back, leaving him writhing in pain.

Creep - “Look at the damage Luck is doing, he’s taking Bull apart piece by piece!”

Luck now grabs Jack and drags him back towards the center of the ring. He grabs Bulls leg that had been previously entwined by the STF and lifts it up, before ramming the knee into the canvas. Again Luck grabs the leg, this time jumping into to the air before ramming the knee down again.

Luck now flips Bull over onto his back, holding his injured leg. Luck taunts the fans, swirling his finger in the air, drawing a ton of heat once more. He moves quickly to try and wrap Bull up in a figure four but as he comes back face to face with Bull, Jack manages to reach up and grab Lucks head, flipping him forward. Again the fans respond with big cheers, hoping the momentum will shift back in Bulls favor.

Luck is first to his feet however and again he assaults Bull, unleashing some vicious stomps and kicks into Bulls side as he tries to get to his feet. Luck grabs Bulls head and pulls him up to his feet, before clocking him with another European Uppercut. Luck now reaches down and grabs Bulls leg, setting him up for a knee breaker. Luck lifts Bull up in the air with all his might, but suddenly finds Bull slipping away behind him.

Bull slips down onto his feet and as Luck turns Bull unleashes a huge, theatrical right hand into Lucks kisser!! The fans are suddenly back on their feet as Bull begins unloading right hands on Luck, rocking him backwards!! Luck is a little dazed and tries to throw a right but Bull ducks underneath it. As the two turn to face one another again, Bull kicks Luck in the gut and then hits him with a snap DDT!!

Bull jumps up to his feet, flashing “the horns” with both hands and calling out to the fans. Jack leans back against the ropes and sets himself low, waiting for Luck to stand, stalking him. Luck begins to reach his feet, still a little unsure of what’s just happened. Bull gets ready to charge. As Luck turns to face him, Jack lets go of the rope and steps forward… but Big Dave is holding onto Bulls other foot!

JJ - “What is Big Dave doing, he could get Luck disqualified?”

Creep - “Or he could be saving Lucks ass! Anyway, the ref is busy checking that Luck is ok!”

The crowd boos vociferously as Big Dave continues to yank on Bulls foot and hold him back. Luck is smart enough to take a knee and grab the refs shirt, distracting him. Bull manages to wrench his foot free and now quickly leans over the ropes and grabs Big Dave by the back of his collar, forcing him to come up onto the apron, much to the delight of the crowd! Bull knees Big Dave in the gut, then pulls back and nails him with a huge right hand, knocking him clean off the apron and down to the floor!

Bull raises his fist to the fans, but his celebrations are cut short when Luck runs up and nails him with a forearm from behind, knocking him against the ropes. Luck begins to wail on Bull with a series of forearm shots and clubs to the back of the head. He drags Bull to a corner and rams his head into the top turnbuckle, followed by Irish whipping him across the ring to the opposite corner.

Luck backs up and taunts the fans once more, drawing some more heat, then charges head long at Bull for a corner splash… but Bull ducks out of the way! Luck slams into the turnbuckles as the fans pop loudly. Luck stumbles out of the corner but Bull grabs his head, leads him back to the corner and begins ramming his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly as the fans count to ten!

As Luck stumbles back out of the corner Bull begins wailing away with a series of right hands, backing Luck up against the ropes. Bull hits an Irish whip and as Luck comes back off the ropes Bull lifts him up and hits him with a delayed Spine buster! Bull goes for the cover now but Luck kicks out at 2!

After arguing with the ref briefly, Bull pulls Luck up to his feet and hits him with a standing headbutt, sending Luck back down to the mat. Jack piles on the pressure with some stomps and then an elbow drop before going for another cover, but getting only a two count again. Frustrated, Bull brings Luck back up to a vertical base, but Luck uses an eye rake to slow Bull down!

Sensing the need and opportunity to sap Bulls momentum, Zack Cornell leaps up onto the apron, catching the refs attention. With the refs back turned, Luck drops to his knees and hammers Bull with a low blow. The fans start booing heavily again as Cornell drops off the apron.

With Bull momentarily stunned, Luck crawls over to ask Cornell about Big Dave. Dave gives the thumbs up and so Luck returns his focus to the match once more. He approaches Bull from behind and slaps on a sleeper hold, pulling Bull up to his feet and arching him backwards. After holding the move for a few seconds, Luck drops Bull to the mat with a neck breaker.

JJ - “And it appears once again that the momentum has shifted back in Lucks favor.”

Creep - “Yeah, but Bull won’t stay down forever. Luck needs to capitalize now!”

Luck tries the lateral press but gets a two count only. Luck climbs to his feet and rushes to the ropes as Jack Bull begins to sit up. Luck hits a low dropkick to back of Bulls head, prompting an ‘ooh’ from the fans due to the audible nature of the impact. Again Luck tries a cover but again he only gets a two, with Bull barely sneaking out the back door.

Luck reverts to some tried and true stomps now, mainly focusing on the upper back and neck. Bull rolls to the ropes, but Luck uses this to his advantage placing his boot over Bulls neck while he himself stands on the bottom rope. The ref administers the standard five count, but no sooner has Luck broken the move then he his up on the rope applying the choke again.

As the ref begins to berate Luck, he spies the chance to distract the official. In the meantime, Zack Cornell sees what Luck is thinking and hurries Big Dave over to where Bull is lying by the ropes. Big Dave drags Bull half off the apron so his lower back is lying on the edge, then brings down a tremendous forearm on Bulls torso as revenge for the earlier punch. The ref hears it and turns around just as Bull slides off the apron to the floor.

Zack and Big Dave stand with their hands held up to protest their innocence. As Bull uses the apron for assistance to try and haul himself up, Luck rushes to the opposite ropes and comes back with a baseball slide that sends Bull flying backwards into the guard rail!

As the ref once again turns on Luck to berate him, Zack Cornell instructs Big Dave to lay some more boots in. The fans are booing in unison once more, which only comes to a halt when the ref turns back to start counting Bull. Somehow Bull manages to struggle to his feet and make it back to the ring apron. Luck now interrupts the count by stomping on Bulls hand.

Again the ref turns on Luck, leaving another chance for Big Dave to take a swing. This time though, Bull ducks the punch and grabs Big Dave around the waist. With a loud roar Bull lifts Dave up just an inch and runs him into the nearest ring post, drawing another big pop from the fans!

Luck sees it and climbs out of the ring ready to go after Bull, however Bull walks around the corner and slides back into the ring ahead of Luck. As Luck jumps up onto the ring apron Bull fakes a right hand which Luck ducks. As luck tries his old trick of throwing a shoulder under the top rope he meets Bulls fist!

Bull now drags Luck back into the ring as the fans begin to raise the roof once more! Bull begins firing off right hands, again rocking Luck back into the ropes. He sends Luck for a run with an Irish Whip, greeting him with a spear as he comes back. Bull quickly mounts Luck MMA style and continues to hammer away with a series of lefts and rights, with Luck doing everything he can to desperately cover up.

Bull gets to his feet, a little of the early speed and sharpness now gone. He lays a few stomps onto Lucks chest before hauling him back up to a vertical base. Bull now goes for a snap suplex which takes Luck over with real venom. Bull brings Luck back up to his feet and starts driving right hands into his stomach, forcing him back into the corner.

Bull takes the opportunity to lay some boots into Luck. It’s clear that both guys are getting tired now and they appear to be running on their pure hate for one another. Bull Irish whips Luck across the ring, the impact rattling the ring. Bull rushes at Luck now with a shoulder tackle to the stomach but Luck athletically lifts his body up, sending Bull flying through into the ring post!

JJ - “Ohh, that could be it. That could be the break that Luck needs!”

Luck drags Bull out from under the turnbuckles and starts delivering chops and high kicks to force Bull into corner. Luck mercilessly goes to work, hammering Bull viciously with everything he has in his arsenal.

Creep - “Look at the intensity of those shots by Luck! Anyone would think this was a grudge match!”

JJ - “Err Creep, it is.”

Luck now grabs Bull round the waist and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle. Luck backs up a little and starts pointing at Bull while taunting the fans, drawing a chorus of boos. Luck simply laughs, then rushes forward, springing up off the ropes to hit Bull with a top rope Huracanrana!!

The fans are excited by the move, but both guys are down now. As the ref checks on both, then begins a 10 count, the fans are once again stamping their feet. Zack Cornell rushes around to check on Luck, leaning in to slap him gently and try to bring him round.

Luck uses the ropes to start hauling himself up, while Bull is just about up on his knees. As the count reaches 8 Luck makes it to his feet. The ref checks on Luck then signals for the match to continue as normal. Luck wipes the pouring sweat from his forehead and approaches Bull.

Luck fires off a few kicks on Bull as he tries to get to his feet, then hits a shining wizard to take the wind out Bulls sails. Luck now drags Bull back towards the corner and starts climbing the turnbuckle. Luck makes a signal from the top, then looks back over his shoulder to check where Bull his. Luck sets himself perfectly then launches a Moonsault!

JJ - “Look at the elevation Luck's getting… but Bull gets his knees up!”

The crowd launches a huge pop as Luck goes crashing over Bulls knees and rolls off into the middle of the ring!

Both men are sprawled out now as the fans cheer wildly. Jack Bull slowly begins to rise to his feet. Luck does the same, though holding his ribs in pain. Both men rise to their feet now, finding themselves eye to eye!

Bull lunged forward with a punch!

Luck lunges forward with a returned punch!

Bull punches again!

Luck punches!

The fans go wild!

Bull swings a punch only for Luck to duck underneath! Gripping Jack, he hangs on tight and pulls back for the German Suplex! Jack somehow.. lands on his feet!!!

J.J: WOW!

Luck turns around, spent and frustrated. He never has a chance to react as Jack Bull flips his arm around him and nails the Bullseye! (Rock Bottom)


Jack covers for the pin..

[1........2...... Three!]

Jack remains on top of Luck, whispering words of respect in his ear. The fans go wild as Jack rises!

John Walt: Your winner, JACK BULL!

J.J: What a match.. perhaps match of the year contender?

Creep: Agreed.

Mr. Luck rolls out of the ring as Jack Bull celebrates in the ring. He looks tired, but completely stoked. The match was indeed hard fought.

J.J Both of those men deserve a standing applause!

Luck looks back as he is helped by Big Dave. With a thumbs up sign, he offers respect to Jack Bull. The gesture is returned as Jack raises his arms in victory..

Then the lights go out.

J.J: What's going on here??

Psychosis begins to play on the speakers, signaling the entrance of EUW's resident poet, Eddie Laurel. As Jack Bull and Mr Luck look towards the entrance, Eddie leaps over the crowd barricade from behind them, dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans to help him blend in with the crowd. He is holding something large in his hands, and as he gets into the ring behind the two wrestlers, it becomes clear what it is.

A sledgehammer.

As Jack turns to find Eddie behind him, he receives a strong blow to the stomach with the sledgehammer, enough to knock him down after the exertion of his match. Eddie strikes him once more as he is on the ground, and stomps on the fallen man. Eddie glares at Mr Luck, who quickly exits the ring, making his way backstage.

As he stands over Jack Bull, Eddie pulls a microphone from his back pocket, and lets the sledgehammer hang by his side in one hand.

"Jack, I want to make this perfectly clear. This is not about the Cause or the Council. This is not about you in particular. This is a message to everyone, but I felt you were the most appropriate target."

Eddie stomps Jack once more, keeping him grounded.

"When I had a Tag Team match with Toby, I went to find him at he New Devils Tavern. I figured they'd know who I am, considering I was his fucking tag partner that week. But no, yet again the one man who isn't a psychopath or a thug gets overlooked once more. They had no idea who I was, Jack. They locked me in the bathroom and held me face to face with shit and piss and god knows what else until I passed out. They really should clean that place. But that's not all. Oh no, that's not all.

You see, you never gave me any recognition at all. You never did mention me, ever. Was I not worth your precious time, you self centered prick? Even when I joined The Cause with you and Toby, I was just someone in the background to you, wasn't I? You barely even looked at me."

Eddie lifts Jack into a sitting position. He is barely staying seated, the exertions of the match, coupled with the sledgehammer beating, had worn him down too much.

"Look at me now, Jack! Look at me now! You see, I wanted to come out here to you especially to thank you. You made me realize that negative attention is better than no attention. You gave me nothing, absolutely fuck all."

Eddie plants a kick in Jack's face, knocking him back to the ground.

"But it doesn't stop there. It seems EUW was out of behemoths, newbies, and crazy people this time. The fucking Pay Per View, Scars and Stripes, and I was overlooked yet again. Not even booked for it. What is it with me? Huh? What do I have to do for some attention around here? How about a little recognition for all I've done, huh? Nope, that just isn't me. I'm the sideshow act, and I get sent to the executioner every show, just to come back every time to do it all again."

Eddie stomps on Jack once more, and hefts the sledgehammer up onto his shoulder.

"So here I am, taking down the mighty Jack Bull during Scars and Stripes. Hell, this better get me recognized. Say all you want about me not earning this or not earning that. Fuck that. I have earned my place, and I'm gonna make sure everybody knows it. Everybody kisses your ass. Sure, the Council hated you, but the fans loved you. Everything you did was met with applause and cheers. I have to pull off something insane in every match just to get noticed. Even then it's no guarantee. So here's a message to everyone out there who ever looked down on me just because i'm not some big dumb mass of muscle. I am the future. I am not your golden boy, I am not your idol, but I am Eddie Laurel, and I am going to make sure everybody knows it."

Eddie smashes the sledgehammer into Jack's stomach once more, then makes his way backstage amongst the boos coming from the crowd. The last shot we see of him is a malevolent smile spreading across his face.

[primetime]

Jack Rodgers is once again seen backstage, with microphone in hand.

Rodgers: Ladies and Gentlemen. Please welcome.. The Machine.. Chris Sabora.

Chris Sabora steps in front of the camera alongside Jack Rodgers. His torso is drenched with water, his eyes emotionless and poised.

Rodgers: Machine, it’s time for it all to be put on the line. You face Toby Hunter in a sequel to your last affair.

Sabora: Yes.

Rodgers: Any words beforehand?

Sabora stares at Rodgers for a moment, before looking in the direction of the viewer. The fans are cheering louder than they have all night.

Sabora: Hunter.. Hunter it is time for my redemption to be enacted. Do you remember The Asylum, Hunter? Do you remember the failed attempt at a company that you created.. With me as your poster boy? You almost ruined my career, Hunter, regardless of what you say. When the Asylum went down.. So did my credibility. I was down talked, embarrassed, by stars such as Matt Rodriguez, Xplode, and Titan. Do you realize how this felt?! Do you honestly understand what I have gone through??!

Rodgers: Well Chris, in Toby’s defense….

Sabora: I AM NOT DONE!

Rodgers shuts up immediately.

Sabora: I did not let you get to me though, Toby. Regardless of the state you left me in, I re-entered the EUW and started at the bottom once more… I was a nobody! But I proved them all wrong, didn’t I? I defeated everyone that was placed in my way. Hell, I even side lined Jack Bull for a few months for good measure! Rest assured Toby.. I am the best in the world.. Better than you. Tonight, I remind you all of that fact.

Rodgers: What is in the bag?

The camera pans down as Chris removes a World Title from a black sack. The words “ASYLUM” are printed upon the large golden shield.

Sabora: Tonight, I walk to the ring with the belt I have never lost. Tonight, I walk out as The Asylum Champion of the World and face the EUW World Champion. It needs to happen. We will see once and for all.. Who is the undisputed champion of the World. There is no stopping me now…

Sabora slings the championship over his shoulder and walks out of view.

Rodgers: And with that… we head into our main event.

[primetime]

The Main Event
Chris Sabora vs Toby Hunter.

J.J: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are at about to witness the match that has been the most anticipated event of the year. The EUW World Championship will be put on the line tonight as Chris Sabora faces the ever popular Toby Hunter in a match of epic proportions!

Creep: I agree J.J! The way these two have gone at it over the last 6 months, you would have thought someone had been crippled by now!

J.J: The bad blood runs even deeper than that Creep, going back to the days of the Asylum! Chris Sabora had found himself reigning supreme as Asylum World Champion when suddenly the company found itself in dire straights! Thanks to the efforts of Xplode and various stock holders, the EUW once again rose from the ashes new and very much improved. The show was once again back on track, except for one little thing.

Creep: Little?! Chris Sabora had been stripped of the title! Toby Hunter, in his last act as EUW General Manager, removed all title rights from all current champions. You know, now that I think about it, James Vincent was a former tag partner of Sabora and he was affected as well! I think I am on to something here..

J.J: Either way, a new champion was crowned in EUW Legend Xplode. Toby Hunter reinstated himself and stepped down as owner. The Big Dog would go on a complete rampage in the EUW from then on leading to an eventual clash with his own brother.. Xplode.

Creep: And while Hunter was winning that championship, Sabora had somehow been lost in the chaos.

J.J: No one over the last 6 months has a better winning percentage than Chris Sabora. Not even the Champ. These two men would square off at Retribution, displaying a titanic battle in the process. Hunter barely escaped that exchange with Championship intact. Tonight, an angry Machine has his sights set on the Champion. I have honestly never seen the big man so fired up.

Creep: And that leads us to tonight’s main event! Chris Sabora versus Toby Hunter! The Machine versus The Big Dog! CHAPTER 2! Let’s get to ring side where John Walt is set to begin the match. I can’t wait!

The crowd stirs. The arena lights aim at the ring now where John Walt is seen accepting a microphone as it slowly lowers from the roof top..

John Walt: Ladies and Gentlemen… it’s time.

The crowd cheers loudly!

John Walt: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the undisputed EUW Championship of the World!

“The Sounds of Madness” begins to play now! The crowd instantly stands up on their feet and screams in the direction of the entrance as a thick billow of smoke begins to cover the stage area! Walking out into view, Chris Sabora can be seen now with the Asylum World Championship over his shoulder! His face is partially covered from underneath a dark hooded sweat shirt. The skin on his arms is glistening from the water dripping down the contours of his arms. Stepping out unto the edge of the stage, he looks out at a sea of fans! The camera pans behind him as we take in the view that Sabora sees.

J.J: Listen to these fans, Creep! They love him!

With the theme song in full swing now, Sabora slowly walks down the ramp way and to ringside. Removing the sweat jacket, he tosses it into the fans who fight over possession of it like rabid dogs! Stepping up the metal stairs, he enters the ring and stands in the center, looking out at the fans with an emotionless look upon his face. He then raises the championship belt for the fans to see.

Creep: You know, as much as I admire Sabora, my bets are on Hunter. I have faced that man for the world championship and know exactly what happens when all the chips are at stake so to speak.

J.J: Power, finesse, skill.. Sabora is indeed has the full package…

“Rain” by Creed begins to play now! The arena becomes a loud packed house of noise as Toby Hunter rides into view aboard a dark black motorcycle! The EUW Championship is buckled around his neck as he raises a fist in the direction of the fans. They respectfully reply with the same gesture! After revving the engine for a bit, Hunter blasts down the long ramp way and circles the ring! The fans are screaming and pounding their feet so hard that the camera feed is actually shaking! Coming to a stop, Toby sits on the bike a minute, looking out at the fans!

Creep: Yup, see that look in his eye? That is the look of a veteran who knows exactly where he is and what is at stake. Hunter has this match won already.

J.J: I don’t think experience is a factor here, Creep. Sabora has won so many titles in so many different regions that it is scary to think about it!

Easily stepping over the top rope, Toby unbuckles the World Championship and raises it for the world to see! Camera flashes instantly blanket the arena now as he remains at center ring, holding his title belt with pride. Across from him, Sabora stands still, never taking his eyes off of his opponent.

Looking down at his championship, Toby nods and then hands it to the referee as he stretches his arms and returns Sabora’s gaze. John Walt walks between them and speaks once again.

John Walt: And now.. The combatants in tonight’s main event. To my right is the number one contender. His a man known by many names. A master in the martial arts, he has struck fear in his opponents like no man before. Out of Los Angeles, California. Weighing 265 pounds. The Asylum Champion of the world! The Machine.. CHRIS SABORA!

The fans scream now, applauding Sabora as he remains still.. Looking eerily into the eyes of Toby Hunter.

John Walt: His opponent requires no introduction. With a career that involves almost every recognizable legend in the industry. Please put your hands together for the reigning.. defending…world reknown EUW Champion of the Woooooooooooooooorld! Out of San Rafael, California.. He is… TOBY HUNTER!

The fans scream again, almost in equal velocity as they did with Sabora as Hunter smiles. Stepping back out of the way, John Walt bows to the fans and finds a seat at ringside. The referee shows the World Championship strap to the fans once more and then hands it to ringside as well. With a hand gesture, the bell is set to ring.

J.J: Here we go! The mega match of the YEAR! Now… we see what we have all been waiting for!

The bell rings. Instantly, Hunter springs to life, taking it to the challenger! Rushing Sabora quickly, he reaches out with both hands but Sabora counters easily, utilizing a drop toe hold on his opponent! Hunter hit’s the ground hard as his chin bounces on the mat. Sabora rolls over and slides an arm under the champion to set up the…

Creep: THE MACHINE! SABORA IS GOING FOR AN EARLY WIN HERE!

Toby desperately slides his fingers under the strong arm of Sabora, fighting off the submission! Gaining a little bit of footing now, Hunter drives his elbow into Sabora’s jaw! Sabora responds by jumping up and then driving his knee into the spine of Hunter!

J.J: Ouch.. That had to hurt. Sabora has begun the process of wearing down the champion.

Hunter grunts as Sabora repeats the knee strike, this time with even more flare! He then begins to lock his fingers together, synching in The Machine. (Anaconda Vice.) The crowd screams like mad as Sabora leans back with everything that he has. Hunter quickly responds by grabbing Sabora’s shaking arms and completely… powers out.

Creep: Holy shit!

Sabora, still in shock, is tossed away as Hunter rolls over and rises to his feet once more! Sabora launches to his feet now with a kick up, only to be driven to the mat hard with a big boot by Toby Hunter!! Sabora rolls over and rises to his feet once more, only to receive a shot to the jaw by the champion! Hunter presses the attack, driving Sabora backwards and into the corner with each punch! Finally, Sabora is left slumping in the corner, as Hunter pulls back a closed fist and drives it into his opponent!

J.J: We are watching the champion take control here, fans! Hunter is a man possessed!

Hunter points to the fans who respond with cheers! Making a fist, he nails Sabora once more before taking a few steps back. Walking dizzily, Sabora steps out of the corner only to be kicked in the gut and turned over for the tombstone piledriver! Sabora begins to squirm now, countering with lighting precision! Hunter can not hold on as Sabora slips out and lands on his back, pulling the feet of Hunter out from under him and somehow following it up with an ankle lock!!! Hunter screams in pain as Sabora grits his teeth in aggression!

Creep: two styles clash here, J.J.

J.J: We are seeing two men give their all here, Creep. Toby Hunter has established himself as the power side of this match, taking it to Sabora early on. Sabora, however, has responded in kind with every strike. This one is still right down the middle!

Sabora holds on to the ankle of Hunter still, as the fans cheer! Hunter pulls back on leg, and drives his heel into the face of Sabora. Sabora hangs on somehow! Hunter performs the same strike again.. And then again! Finally, Sabora is forced away as he stumbles backwards! Hunter rises to his feet, only to fall down once more thanks to a bum foot.

Shaking off the strikes, Sabora is once again back on the attack. Grabbing a handful of hair, he picks Hunter up forcefully. Hunter responds now as he drives Sabora back with a shoulder tackle.. Sending The Machine into the corner for the second time! Repeatedly, Hunter steps back and drives his shoulder into the rib cage of Sabora, causing bruising instantly on the Machine!

Creep: Hunter is on the attack once again!

J.J: The Champion knows what it takes to win.

Grabbing the shoulder of Sabora, Hunter pulls him out of the corner now, only to have his hands slapped away! Sabora slides behind the champion, lifting him in a display of strength and sending him to the mat with a German Suplex! Rolling over, Sabora rises again only to find himself falling to his knees this time as he holds his bruised rib cage!

Hunter is breathing heavily now, as he turns over slowly. Looking up at the fans, he nods, as he begins to rise to his feet! Upon getting vertical once more, he turns to face Sabora, only to quickly counter a big boot to the face! Sabora come sup with nothing but air as he is quickly grabbed around his neck! Lifting him high into the air, Toby Hunter uses the choke slam as he points to the fans! They respond in cheers as he drives Sabora into the mat hard!

Somehow… someway.. Sabora has the mind to counter the slam in an unorthodox fashion never before seen! Locking both legs around the extended arm of Hunter, he applies a arm bar to the champion from a lying position!!

Creep: How…. In.. the.. Hell…

Hunter screams in pain as the arm bar continues to be applied upon him. The referee slides down now, slapping his hand down for the pin as Sabora’s shoulder remain on the mat!

[1.….. 2.………….. ]

Hunter does not seem to care about the pin as he displays the true power he has within him! Literally lifting Sabora’s tangled body off of the mat, he drives The Machine back into the mat harder, this time leaving Chris Sabora with arms spread and no longer moving!

J.J: Now is your chance, Toby!

Creep: Wow… I didn’t know you played favorites!

Falling on top of Sabora, Hunter hooks the leg for the pin..

[1.…..Sabora kicks out!]

Rising to his feet now, Toby looks completely rejuvenated! He points to the fans now as he signals for The Full Throttle (Jackknife power bomb) ! Stalking Chris, he stands behind him with his fingers shaking in anticipation. Chris uses the ropes as he pulls himself back to his feet! It can go no worse for the Machine as he turns around and finds himself face to face with Hunter! Hunter immediately kicks Sabora in the gut, following it up by lifting him into the air!

J.J: This is it!! THE FULL THROTTLE!

Hesitating for a brief time, Toby savors the moment as he has done so many times before. Sabora makes the most of this time though, as he wiggles free one more time, falling down and pulling Toby with him into the Maximum OVERDRIVE (RKO)! Sabora falls over the top rope and to ringside with a thud as Toby’s exposed neck hit’s the top rope!! Falling unto the mat and rolling around in a frenzy, Toby screams in agony. Chris Sabora does not make a move at all from ringside.

J.J: I can not believe what I just saw..

Creep: Sabora has used the Maximum Overdrive to drive the Champion head first into the ropes! Both men appear worse for wear in the exchange as Sabora can be seen out cold on the hard concrete as well.

Toby rolls over on to his back, breathing hard. The fans are screaming loudly as he gathers himself. At ringside, Sabora is up to his hands and knees now. He shakes off the sweat as he pulls himself up once more and proceeds to enter the ring yet again. Crawling to Hunter, he drapes his arm over the big man for the pin..

[1.……2.… Kick out!]

Sabora shifts his weight, flipping over Toby and locking in a small package for another pin!

[1.…….2.… Kick out!!]

Sabora rolls to the right, turning Hunter over and driving the Champion’s shoulders into the mat in a make shift pin-lock! The pin begins again!!

[1.…..2.…. Strong kick out!!!!]

The crowd goes wild as Sabora is seen sitting upon his ass, frustrated. Hunter is lying on his back again, spitting and breathing heavily!

J.J: Toby Hunter will just.. Not.. Give.. Up!

Creep: It only goes down hill from here! The fans are growing louder… and we know what happens next.

Slapping his hand hard upon the mat, Sabora rolls over to press the attack yet again, using a kneeling choke! With both hands pressed against Toby’s throat, he drives Hunter’s shoulder’s into the mat! There is a look of insaneness to Chris Sabora now, as his eyes are wide and trembling!

The ref slides down for yet another pin count when Toby Hunter utilizes a counter of his own this time! With a hook of the leg, the Triangle Choke Hold is applied as Chris Sabora is now the victim! The tide has been turned!!!

J.J: There it is!! The Devil’s Noose! That’s the move that put down Jack Bull 3 weeks ago! Can Chris Sabora hang on! Will Toby Hunter finally put away all doubts in regards to Sabora by beating him on his own terms??

Sabora’s eyes begin to flicker as Toby lays on the pressure. Rolling over unto his side, Sabora reaches for a nearby rope as Toby desperately hangs on for dear life. The fans scream as Sabora grabs the bottom rope successfully. After a few brief warnings, Toby is forced to release the hold. This does not stop Toby as he rolls over and rises to his feet, only to drive his knee into Sabora’s exposed shoulder. He picks up Sabora easily, lifting him high in the air and dropping him with a body slam! The fans are going wild as he signals for the Full Throttle once again!!

Creep: This could be it!

Lifting Sabora to his feet yet again, Hunter is shoved away by The Machine! Leaping into the air, Sabora attempts the Maximum Overdrive! Hunter counters by shoving Sabora away and towards the ropes!! Hunter catches Sabora by kicking him in the gut upon the return, only to lift Sabora and drive him hard into the mat with The Full Throttle!!!

J.J: PIN HIM! THE FULL THROTTLE! THE FULL THROTTLE!!

Toby removes his hair from his eyes as he drops to his knees casually. Placing both hands just as casually on top of Sabora’s chest, the ref slides down for the pin count…

[1.……..2.……]

SUDDENLY, Sabora turns over, bringing Toby down with him! With one hand quickly shooting out, he locks in the move feared around the world. Hunter, screaming like he has never before in his career, finds himself locked in to.. The Machine!!!!

Creep: SABORA IS NOT DONE YET!

J.J: I can’t believe this match!!

Hunter reaches out for the ropes but they are just too far! Sabora leans back now, his bruised ribs visible as he does so. Hunter plants both hands down upon the mat hard, displaying power yet again as the fans cheer him on! He literally drags Sabora to the ropes as Sabora does his best to retain his position. Within reach now, Hunter shoots his long arm out to grab the rope, only to suddenly be yanked back in to the center of the ring by Chris Sabora!!!

Hunter plants both hands down again.. Rising to drag them both once more. His championship, his legendary reign, comes to an end as he suddenly lands face first on the mat and begins tapping out weakly.. The bell rings as the crowd goes nuts! Chris Sabora releases the hold and falls unto his back exhausted!

J.J: I would not be able to describe the feelings inside of me if I tried, Ladies and Gentlemen. We have a new champion!

Creep: Facing every obstacle possible, Chris Sabora has overcome the odds. His journey, an effort started just over 6 months ago, has finally come to an end. Chris Sabora is now a 2 time, EUW World Champion!

John Walt: And you’re winner… the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW UNDISPUTED EUW WORLD CHAMPION… Chris SABORA!!!!

Toby Hunter slowly rolls out of the ring, landing on his knees. He is seen holding his neck in agony as Sabora’s hand is raised in victory! Confetti begins to fall from the arena roof tops as Kirk Kennedy finds his way down the ramp and into the ring holding what looks to be a brand new championship belt!!!

Finding footing against the ropes, Sabora breathes heavily as Kennedy speaks to the fans.

Kennedy: Ladies and gentlemen.. We have witnessed the best damn match in years! Chris Sabora has brought home the gold once again! Give him a round of applause!

The fans begin to clap now.

Kennedy: It is with great honor, that I present you this brand new rendition of the EUW World Championship!

Sabora accepts the title as Kirk Kennedy buckles the shiny title around his waist. Cameras flicker as Sabora raises his arms in victory!

“Here we go again” by Whitesnake suddenly begins to play….

J.J: Oh no. What does that devil want now? Doesn’t he have papers to file somewhere??

Mark Rivera struts down the ramp way with a Armani Suit neatly pressed upon him. Sliding under the bottom rope, he yanks the microphone out of a confused Kirk Kennedy’s grasp and stands by the side of Chris Sabora. The fans instantly begin to boo now…

Rivera: And with that… the Council… MY Council.. Reigns supreme!

The fans boo some more as Mark Rivera smirks in their direction. Sabora places both hands upon his hips and Kirk Kennedy mouths what looks to be angered words.

Rivera: Are you mad, Boss? You should be. Tonight, my dream has become a reality. My boy, Chris Sabora, has finally ended that disgusting thug.. Toby Hunter’s title reign. My regime could not be more stronger than it is now. So as you see… Mr. Kennedy.. You are no longer needed around here. So, go home. Where you belong.

The fans boo some more as Kennedy shakes his head in disgust…

Rivera: And Chris.. I am proud of you son. Out of everyone that I recruited, you truly held up your end of the bargain. Now, we end our little agreement with the last thing that is needed to be addressed. I will take that championship now. I believe.. It belongs to me.

Sabora looks down at Rivera confused.

Rivera: Come on now, boy. I don’t have all day.

Sabora walks towards Rivera now as the fans boo loudly. Handing the strap to Rivera, he backs away as Rivera lifts the title for the world to see.

Rivera: Check Mate! First… there was Vincent Ellis! He underestimated me now didn’t he? Then there was Toby Hunter. Now.. Kirk Kennedy. This is why, I… Mark Rivera.. Will always be.. The Genius of the EUW!

The fans suddenly cheer now as Chris Sabora grabs the head of Mark Rivera, driving him into the mat shortly after with a huge Maximum Overdrive!!!! The fans are completely chaotic in happiness as Sabora now picks up his championship, draping it over his shoulder. Kirk Kennedy reaches down and picks up the microphone that Rivera had dropped near his lifeless body..

Kennedy: Mark… You’re fired!

The fans scream in happiness as Chris Sabora raises the title in victory! The camera feed pans back to take in the scene as Confetti showers down into the ring! Kirk Kennedy is seen pointing in Chris’s direction now as Creep begins to speak.

Creep: That wraps up another damn good show!

J.J: You bet it does. The EUW would like to thank everyone, from the staff to it’s roster for all the hard work put into the company. Most importantly, we would like to thank the viewers for standing by us like you do. We will see you in 2 weeks… Good night!

The feed slowly fades out as Sabora poses for the fans with 3 Championship straps in tow. The Asylum Championship is hung over one shoulder, the EUW Championship over the other.. and the new undisputed championship around his waist.


The Rise of The Machine has begun…