Sept 5th SNV

[primetime]

Cars pull into various parking spaces as the sounds of San Francisco’s night life can be heard. Stepping through a set of double glass doors, the fans begin to cheer as Kirk Kennedy enters the building in view. He is dressed in casual clothing, a pair of slightly ripped blue jeans and a white T-Shirt that reads “So, Do you want to be a champion?”

He waltzes by a set of fans and stops to autograph a few bits of memorabilia as a woman approaches him from the side…

Woman: Okay, the show is ready to begin, all we need is the green light.

Kennedy: There is no green light until I am ready.

Woman: But… the network?

Kennedy: We are the EUW! This show does not stop until I feel we are damn good and ready! I want to see smiles on kid’s faces, men spilling their beers upon their own shirts, and electricity in the air! This is Sunday Night Vengeance, Mary! Do you want to be part of something great?!

The two walk away from the fans and head down a hallway.

Woman: I do!

Kennedy: Then head out to the feed booth and let them know.. The show is about to begin.

Woman: Yes, SIR!

The woman slides her clipboard now under her arm and suddenly stops once more as Kennedy is about to enter his office.

Woman: Um, Mr. Kennedy?

Kennedy: Yes, dear?

Woman: Evan Black is here… and he is… well..

The fans start to cheer loudly upon hearing Evan Black’s name!

Kirk Kennedy: I TOLD HIM, NO!

Sprinting off, Kirk Kennedy runs around the corner and out of site as the woman smiles and heads out of view…

Creep: Ladies and Gentlemen… WE ARE LIVE! Welcome back to another exciting segment of Sunday Night Vengeance!!!

“Summer Love” by Gunther begins to play as the camera pans from left to right. Fans are seen holding various signs such as “WE LOVE YOU CHRISTIAN!” and “HUNTER… END OF A LEGEND!” The sound volume is ear shattering as the feed cuts back to the announcer’s table.

Creep: Hello, this is your boy, The Creep! Tonight, I am at a loss. My long time announcing buddy, J.J, has finally hung up his hat and headed off to be with his family. It will be different without him around but with all things, changes must be had. So, with that, I want to introduce you to the man on my right.. The newest member of the EUW family, Rock Gibson! Sup Rock!

Gibson: This is truly amazing! I was told that the crowd here was overwhelming but this takes the cake! Thank you for the introduction Creep. I am Rock Gibson and welcome to this week’s SNV! We have a fucking full house packed behind me and the card is blazing hot!

Creep: Wow..

Gibson: What?

Creep: You said… fuck?

Gibson: Um, yes I did. Am I not supposed to?

Creep: I like this guy already…

Gibson: The new era of the EUW began last week at Scars and Stripes where a new champion was crowned! Chris Sabora defied all odds as he captured the new undisputed World Championship from the legendary.. Toby Hunter.

Creep: And then there was Jack Bull overcoming the impossible, taking out Mr. Luck in a match that will not soon be forgotten!

Gibson: You are damn right! Marcus Puzzo also retired at Scars and Stripes, going out with a bang as he defeated Dante Holly! Lastly, Titan put away James Vincent in one of the most dominating displays of strength I have ever witnessed.

Creep: Let’s not forget Matt Rodrigo’s amazing under dog win either! And that leads us to tonight, where everything comes full circle. Our first match of the evening brings us two new guys in the EUW! Brendon Medina will be squaring off against Kevin Jenkins in a match that I am actually looking forward to see!

Gibson: Indeed Creep! Brendon Medina is apparently a veteran to the sport, and is returning after an extended absence. As for Kevin Jenkins, I have to say that I used to enjoy his show on G4!

Creep: Are you gay?

Gibson: NO! Don’t you feel that is wrong to say though? We have plenty of homosexual fans that view our show every other week! Think of how they feel!

Creep: I would rather not. Let’s just get to the first match, shall we? I miss J.J all ready..

[primetime]

Medina vs Jenkins.

The feed cuts to the ring where Skye accepts the microphone from the dangling cord above her. With her hair neatly pinned back, her dress shines under the arena lights as she smiles and speaks.

Skye: Hello… welcome to our first match of the evening. Coming to the ring first, hailing from Seattle, Washington.. Kevin Jenkins!

The arena erupts with the opening notes of Blood Red Shoes "It's Getting Boring by the Sea." Red and white lights fill the entrance way flashing in time with the drum beat.

Cameras search the arena until finally they Kevin Jenkins in the crowd amongst some random fans. Kevin heads down the aisle high-fiving fans along the way. Kevin reaches the barricade surrounding the ring and jumps up on top of it and turns back to the EUW crowd and throws his fist in the air to which all the fans in that section follow suit.

Kevin jumps down from the barrier and slides into the ring. He runs to the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring and jumps onto the second rope with easy. Once again he throws up his fist which is retaliated by the fans. He turns and jumps down facing the middle of the ring.

Gibson: I like this kid. His athletic ability is staggering.

Creep: Yup.. You’re gay. You are looking at his ass.

Gibson: I told you.. I am not.

Creep: Sure you weren’t…

Skye: And his opponent. Out of Toronto, Canada… Brendon.. Medina!

Brendon Medina strides towards the ring, enters, and lounges against the nearest turnbuckle.

Skye slides out of the ring as a few wolf howls are heard from the fans. Both competitors stare one another down as the bell is rung..

Gibson: And it begins..

Jenkins hops around the ring, smiling and enjoying the atmosphere. Medina snorts slightly and spits off to the side. The two men then lock up! Medina is first to break off the lock up as he punches Jenkins in the face. A few more punches sends Jenkins staggering backwards.

Creep: Nice start.

Gibson: This is wrestling.. Not boxing.

Medina continues the attack, driving Jenkins into the corner of the ring only to grab a handful of hair and drive Jenkin’s head into the turnbuckle! Looking over his shoulder and hearing the warning from the ref, Medina repeat the action and sends Jenkins face first into the turnbuckle once more! He then backs up with hands raised, allowing Jenkins to fall to his ass, shaking off the cobwebs.

Creep: A smart move from Medina right there. He got one more shot in before backing away.

As the ref drives a finger into the chest of Medina, Jenkins rises to his feet. Medina turns around quickly, displaying his ring savvy, and gouges the eyes of Jenkins! The crowd responds with a hail of boos!

Gibson: And we are watching Medina bend the rules in every way possible, Ladies and Gentlemen. Kevin Jenkins will need to seriously find a way to turn this around if he is to come out of this match with his head intact.

Medina is smiling now as he drives his knuckles into the lower back of Jenkins. He then hooks the arm over his shoulder and performs a picture perfect lariat! Jenkins crashes to the ground hard as Medina slowly rises to his feet once more! He does not stop, nor waste and time as he picks up Jenkins quickly. Hooking the arm, he lifts Jenkins high into the air for the suplex only to have Jenkins land upon his feet! The crowd goes wild!

Gibson: Great presence of mind from Jenkins right there. The young high flyer was able to land upon his feet! Let’s see what he does from there!

Creep: Yeah.. I want J.J back…

Medina turns around quickly, swinging hard with a clothesline. Jenkins easily ducks though, then jumps high into the air with a drop kick! Medina falls to the mat hard but springs back up just as quickly! Jenkins repeats the move once more, landing the kick in the same manner.. And then finds himself doing it a third time!!! Finally.. Medina stays down.

Gibson: Jenkins is showing a bit of stamina here and so is Medina! These two really are putting on a hell of a show.

Creep: It will be interesting to see who comes out on top here!

Hopping to the top rope, Jenkins balances uncanny-like as he waits for Medina to rise once more! Medina does not disappoint him as he finds himself a victim of a super sunset flip into a pin!!!

1..
2..

Jenkins releases Medina and rises to his feet, only to have his tights pulled upon and yanked back down as Medina locks in a Rolling Cradle pin attempt!

1..
2..

Both men race to their feet! Medina grabs the shoulders of Jenkins only to have his hands slapped away! Jenkins then kicks Medina in the gut, doing his best to lock in a suplex! Pulling back, Jenkins unveils the suplex only for Medina to clumsily land on his feet! He catches Jenkins off guard and nails his finisher..

Gibson: Impressive! Medina just used a move that he refers to as "The Goner"! Very impressive indeed!

Medina falls unto Jenkins's frame, completely spent, as he waves for the ref to come over and begin the pin count...

1..
2..
3!

Skye: The winner of this match... Brendon "The Agenda" Medina!

Brendon rolls away, adjusting his pants as he rises to his feet. His intro song begins to play now as he slides out of the ring, not waiting for his hand to be raised. Still in the ring, Jenkins is rising to his feet now as well. He looks shocked... and a bit frustrated.

Gibson: I have a feeling.. these two will go at it again. Impressive start from these two newcomers this week!

Creep: It was.. And now we head backstage where Kirk Kennedy seems to be having a few.. Technically difficulties..

[primetime]

Kirk Kennedy hangs up the phone as he sees a lone figure rush by his doorway. Racing out of his seat, Kirk begins to shout out to his employees around him..

Kennedy: Stop that man! NOW!

A security team instantly corners a larger man who seems to be grasping a bag of some kind. Slightly out of breath, Kirk arrives and instantly begins to speak.

Kennedy: Evan…

The crowd begins to cheer as the face of Evan Black turns and smiles.

Kennedy: I told you. There is no way in hell that I will condone what you are going to do! You’re too damn important to this company and I had to pull way too many strings to get you back here!

Black takes in the words from Kennedy but by the look on his face, it is obvious that it doesn’t make a difference to him..

Black: Kirky baby, you know I love you, and you know I love this fed, and that's WHY I'm doing this. I bleed those EUW colors man! I bleed varying colors! I need to do this.

Kennedy: Look, you made your point. You’re fucking nuts. I still refuse to let you do this, not after the last fiasco..

Black: I told you that the penis pump was NOT mine! I don’t even need shit like that!

Kennedy: NOT THAT! I know that it belonged to Warrior! Do you even remember why you left last time?

Evan Black looks confused.

Black: Something about a crusade? I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t remember shit from yesterday to be honest!

Kennedy: Well I do. It’s my job to remember, Evan! You wrestled on an injured leg and got put on the disabled list! You’re finally healthy and ready to go and I will be damned if you will pull some stupid shit on my show!

Evan begins to look at the guards as he steps away from Kennedy.

Evan: I am doing it. You can’t stop me. Besides, the company already paid for it.

Kennedy: Who gave permission for that?

Evan yanks out a check book with the name “Kirk Kennedy” written upon it and begins to sprint away!

Evan: YOU DID!

Standing amongst the guards, Kennedy shrugs and says..

Kennedy: I guess I did..

[primetime]

The scene opens up in the EUW Locker-room in the Asylum Stadium. Standing in front of the camera, clutching his microphone tightly, is Jack Rogers.

Rogers - Hello everyone, this is Jack Rogers here backstage, and I am standing by with the official EUW Spokesman, Mr. Lu--

A hand waves in front of the lens off camera, and it quickly pans to Mr. Luck, standing proudly in a charcoal double-breasted suit with a red dress shirt. He grasps Rogers shoulder tightly and looks him in the eyes.

Luck - Now now, Rogers. Rivera called me the official EUW Spokesman, and he's suffering some nasty Sabora blues. If Mr. Kennedy wants me to keep that position, we shall see. But as of now, I wish not to be called the Spokesman. From now on, I am just plain, old, simple Mr. Luck. Capiche?

Rogers - Capiche.

Luck - Comprende?

Rogers - Comprende.

Luck - Oui?

Rogers - Oui.

Luck - Alri--

Zack Cornell coughs loudly, and the camera pans over to Zack Cornell, looking over Lucks shoulder and clutching his clipboard under his left arm. Luck looks over his shoulder and gives him the "Ok" hand gesture before turning to the camera.

Rogers - Tonight, you have a match with Eddie Laurel. This match has triple importance: Not only is it a Pure Title qualifier, but it is against the highly-dangerous Eddie Laurel. Not only that, but if Jack Bull wins his match tonight, it could set up a Scars and Stripes rematch on a future Sunday Night Vengeance...Your thoughts?

Luck - Wow. Laurel dangerous? You kid, surely? The man can't even be trusted with a blunt can opener. The chances of him having hurt himself with a paper cut or by accidentally impaling himself while running with scissors are so high it's comedic, so are we sure this match is still on?

Cornell - It still is. He somehow hasn't added chlorine to his gene pool yet.

Luck - Damn. Well, look, Jackie, Laurel may come out wielding a sledgehammer, thinking he's the biggest boy in the playpen, but let me paint a different picture: He had to attack Jack AFTER our five-star match which made God himself wet his tighty-whities. He couldn't do it face-to-face, and he couldn't attack me, since I had Big Dave and Zack with me. Y'know why? He's a coward. A big one. Laurel is another runner-hitter. A guy who thinks it's acceptable to smack people with large instruments before crapping themselves and running away in case the guy gets up. Face to face? This is a no-brainer. I hope the fans put their money on the Luckiest Player in the Game tonight, because I'm not a coward. I'm not shying away. Laurel can bring a sledgehammer. He can bring ten, shine them up, and add spikes onto them, but there's no goddamn way he's going to even touch me with anything. He's a slow, useless slob with the speed...and while we're at it, charisma, personality and charm, of a damn peanut.

Rogers - So you don't fear Laurels instability?

Luck - Instability? Do I look like I care about whether he belongs in a straitjacket licking windows for the rest of his life? No. He's just another guy who writes poetry, hoping to get laid by an invisible girl, who happens to have had one too many hits to his weak brain and has turned rabid. Like a rabid dog, however, Laurels going to get put down faster than Old Yeller. And I loved that movie! It's going to be no mercy out there, Jack. I don't fear that moron. I'm going to show him the new and improved Mr. Luck.

Rogers - And the fact it's a Pure Title qualifi--

Luck - Icing on the cake! Not only do I get to beat that feeble turd up, but when I win, I get to advance in a competition to get a strap around my waist!

Rogers - So, about Bull, then.

Luck - What about him?

Rogers shakes his head and shrugs.

Rogers - I dunno..Thoughts on him? Thoughts on your match? Thoughts on the possibility of facing him again?

Luck - Lemme tell you, Jackie, I don't give thumbs up to any Tom, Dick, Harry, Curly or Moe. Bull surprised me. The man had fight. He had balls of steel. I'm not going to lie and say I won through technicality or some crap. Bull beat me, and it wasn't my night. I fought tooth and nail in our match, but in the end? Bull came out with the better luck, and pinned me fair with one. two. three. BUT, if we face each other again, I am going to say one thing: I'm ready this time, and the stakes are much higher than a fight between two false idol groups. Bull may be a good fighter, but I still believe I'm just plain better. Better looking, better driven, and with bigger fight. I just need to tap into it more, and a Pure Title qualifier might be that environment. But tonight isn't about Jack Bull. Tonight is about entertaining the fans, tonight is about entertaining the paying people, and tonight is about getting a win. Y'hear me?

Rogers- Ye--

Luck - I've spoke a lot of crap before. A lot of crap about saviors and stuff, but I've got my head in line with the game and am going out there to see what happens if you do get the fans on your side. I've seen plenty cheer me, plenty boo me, but I'm going to go out there and give them what they want this time: Attention, plus my Armani shoe right up between Laurels ass-cheeks. I think everyone will like that. I think it's time Mr. Luck mybe gives the crowd something to smile this time. So watch out world, here comes Mr. Luck!

Two large hands clasp on Lucks shoulders.

Luck - Oh, and I'm also bringing Dave out with me too! You're going to love him, Eddie!

Luck grins and gives a thumbs up to the camera, walking past it. The towering form of Big Dave, or rather, his chest, walk past the lens and towards the door, opening it and holding it open for Mr. Luck. Luck turns to the camera and gives a final thumbs up.

Luck - Keep watching, Ladies and Gentlemen, you're going to love this match!

Luck walks out into the hallway, followed by Big Dave. Zack turns to Jack and shrugs a shoulder, smirking.

Zack - What can I say? Laurels going to be wishing he was in a padded cell once we're done with him!

Zack walks past the camera and out of the Locker-room, slamming the door behind him.

[primetime]

Black vs Stevens

Skye: “Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit.”

The lights go out as "Ghosts N Stuff" by deadmau5 begins.....Just as the song crescendos the arena is filled with light from an amazing light and lazer display. On the Titantron we see the words "Mr. L.A." fly onto the screen. A single light shines down on the entrance way. Slowly Christian Stephens begins to rise from the floor. His back is turned from the ring. He's wearing a huge fur coat. Slowly he turns soaking in the response from the crowd.

Skye: “Introducing first, from Hollywood, California. Making his return to EUW this evening, Christian Stephens.”

He makes his way to the ring randomly pointing at the crowd. He jumps up onto the apron and enters the ring. Christian enters the ring and proceeds to the farthest turnbuckle. He gets up on the corner and lifts both arms. The crowd boos but Christian shrugs it off. He jumps down and turns to the center of the ring as the spotlights shift to the top of the ramp as"Soundtrack 2 My Life" by Kid Cudi blares through the pa system.

Skye: “And his opponent, hailing from Seattle, Washington. Please welcome back, Evan Black!”

The crowd looks around as the lights slowly dim out. With the intro song fully playing now, the crowd begins to look in amazement as the roof of the arena slowly splits... wide open!

Gibson: What the hell is going on here?!

A loud ripping sound is evident now, as the fans below stir! High winds blanket the ringside area, as a helicopter slowly lowers into view!

Creep: I... don't.. believe it..

Standing on the landing arm of the helicopter, Evan Black is seen in a 3 piece tuxedo! The crowd cheers loudly as Evan salutes them in return! Then, in one valiant effort, he leaps off of the helicopter, breaking into a slow fall as a parachute extends above his head!!! A flock of white Doves are released behind him into the clear night sky!

Gibson: Evan Black is returning in grand fashion tonight folks! He is actually parachuting into the ring in a tuxedo!

Creep: James Bond.. eat your heart out!

Coming to a soft landing in the ring, Evan winks at Skye as he unclips the straps from his shoulders. Then, as he is freed, he casually removes the blazer of his tuxedo, and signals that he is ready to begin the match.

The sound of the bell draws the two men together inside of the ring, before circling each other looking for an opening amongst but neither ring veteran giving the other one. A mutual stalemate called, they lock horns trying to bull each other back into the corner before Christian Stephens switches into a side headlock. Stephens yells out to the crowd drawing a set of cat calls that turn into cheers as Black spins out of it and pulls Stephens down onto his feet before sending him over top with a monkey flip, but keeps hold of the arm. Back rolling to his feet he does so right into an overhand wrist lock before flipping over into a cross arm breaker. Christian graps his elbow in pain before rolling towards the hold and grasping the hands of Evan Black, and then pulling onto his back, turning the armbar into a fujiwara type position, before rolling over the top again right into a pin.

...1
...2

Evan Black kicks out with ease but is forced to lose the hold in the process as quickly Christian Stephens backs away, shaking his arm trying to restore circulation to the injured limb. Evan Black doesn't waste time though and goes after Stephens, pinning him into the ropes before whipping him across the ring, only to stop and swing him back into the ropes by the injured arm, and on the rebound again, taking him down with an arm drag. This time instead of going back into the cross arm breaker, he tips his hand and begins to stomp on the elbow and shoulder area as the crowd begins to cheer him on and then heckling the referee for forcing him off. Black backs away, but as Stephens gets to his feet traps the arm again and pins him with an Oklahoma Roll.

...1
...2

Christian Stephens kicks out at two slipping the shoulder out the back door.

Gibson: I like this match thus far. We have two veterans of the ring looking to destroy one another. I still think this can go either way!

Pulling Stephens up to his feet Black looks to maintain control of the match by whipping Christian into the ropes. Showing some grit though, Stephens blocks it and pulls Black in and delivers a thumb to the eye, the referee's missing it due to an obstructed view. Backing away clutching his eye, Evan is caught with a shot right between them before he is caught with a knee to the sternum and then a double sledge to the back of the neck dropping him to one knee. Christian Stephens wastes no time in capitalizing on it, stepping up and nailing him with an enziguri. Black drops face first to the canvas before looking up at the lights as Stephens rolls him over and hooks the leg.

...1
...2

Throwing the shoulder up, Black prolongs the match but eats a facewash for his troubles before being pulled up to his feet. Stephens takes a moment to pose for the fans before looking to score with a roundhouse kick but the pause costs him as Black ducks underneath of the kick before throwing a roundhouse of his own. This one is caught by Stephens though who poses again though before scoring with a drop kick that knocks Black onto his back. Rolling to his feet Stephens goes on the attack and scores with a flying forearm to the head of a standing Black. Getting to his feet, he scores with a toe kick to the sternum and then looks to hit Black with the 'Goin Hollywood' hoisting him over his shoulder. Black avoids the skull crushing impact, rolling out the back and looking to roll Christian up. Stephens rolls through however and when he emerges, he has Black locked in the Sunset Strip.

Creep: This could be it!

Black begins grasping for air, the Dragon Sleeper locked in tight as Christian Stephens begins to yell inaudibly. Slowly Black begins to fade against the hold before the referee is forced to step in. Grasping his arm he raises it up before letting it drop to his side as Stephens smiles again before tightening the grip. A second time the arm is raised as the crowd starts to groan, sensing an impending victory for Mr. Hollywood. They erupt though when Black catches the arm for a third time and begins shaking, using the roar of the crowd to motivate him as he slowly works to his feet before using the Dragon Sleeper as a pivot before floating over the top with an Asai DDT as the crowd roars, Black laying flat over the top with the pin.

...1
...2
...

NO! At the last possible moment Christian Stephens manages to kick out as the crowd goes from ecstatic to measured. Black runs his hands through his hair before getting to his feet, pulling on the locks of Christian Stephens and then whips him into the rope, on the rebound he looks for a back body drop but Stephens lands on his feet. Turning around, both men look to score with roundhouse kicks and both connect, as both men drop to the canvas.

Stephens is the first to rise up now, carrying a look of determination. Grabbing a handful of Black's slick hair, he yanks the former Pure Champion to his feet. Black does his best to counter but is easily lifted up unto the shoulders of Stephens!

Gibson: This is it.. the Going Hollywood!

Stephens lands his finisher perfectly, covering for the pin shortly after..

1....

Evan squirms and begins to slide out.

2.....

Stephens places both of his feet upon the bottom rope for leverage, and the ref does not see it at all!

3!

Skye: [/i]Your winner.. Christian Stephens!

Creep: What the hell!

Gibson: Stephens used the ropes to his advantage ref!

Creep: Genius... Pure Genius...

Stephens rolls out of the ring instantly, laughing as he looks back at Evan Black. Evan is on his knees now, with hands raised, pleading his case to the ref but it is too late. Evan can only look over his shoulder with pure hatred in his eyes.. as Mr. LA laughs from the stage entrance.

Gibson: This isn't over by far...

[primetime]

“Come in…”

Sitting at the desk once more Kirk Kennedy takes a deep sigh of exhaustion as he look sup at his newest guest… Titan. The large man is heated, as he walks up to the desk and slides it out of his way! Kennedy starts to stand up but is shoved back in his seat by a push on the shoulder..

Titan: This will only take a second..

Kirk leans back now, without much of a choice, and appears highly annoyed.

Kennedy: Make it good. Your job rests upon it…

Titan: Have you not been fucking paying attention?

Kennedy: I don’t understand.

Titan: I see that. Over the last few months, I have beating the shit out of every damn person that has been placed in the ring with me. Go ahead.. Pick a name.. they are feeling the after effects of my fists. Why in the hell am I not in the Pure Tournament? What the fuck do I have to do to get some respect around here?

Kirk Takes another deep breath, and then clears his throat.

Titan: I want either a title shot of some kind… or someone is going to get hurt until I do. Do you understand me?!

Kirk Kennedy finally rises from the chair and looks Titan eye to eye. The size difference is actually not that bad in height as the Bald EUW President smiles and speaks..

Kirk: Who in the hell do you think you are? Did you honestly believe that I would sit here and let you get in my face with your stupid ass demands and shit? The only thing you achieved by coming in here was proving to me that you are NOT ready for a title shot yet. The EUW is set to be the world’s leader in EFED entertainment! The champion of my company needs to represent me as if he IS me. Do you understand?

Titan backs away a bit, looking slightly bewildered. Another voice is heard from behind now as Kirk is poised to speak again.

Voice: I believe I can help out with this.

The crowd grows a little lively with cheers as Kirk and Titan look over their shoulders. Terry Jones enters the room now, dressed to the nines in a sharp casual suit.

Jones: I think this situation calls for a cool head… and a manager.

Kennedy: You just applied for retirement last week, Terry. Is this truly what you want?

Jones: Titan is the future of this business, Kirk. You know I have an eye for talent. I have managed 5 champions in my tenure and I see the makings of one right here in this kid. I cancel my resignation and wish to become the official manager of Billy.

Kirk looks up at Titan and then to Terry Jones before lighting a cigar. The smoke rises, sliding along the large facial features of Titan.

Kennedy: Fine. He is yours, Terry. Keep that monster in line or else I will..

Jones: Count on it.

[primetime]

The camera feed cuts to an interview area where the letters “EUW” is displayed proudly. Standing next to the EUW’s own, Jack Rodgers, Eddie Laurel smiles and rubs his hands together.

Rodgers: We are here tonight with Eddie Laurel. Eddie, tonight you are taking your shot at winning the EUW Pure Title. Any words on this?

Laurel: As a matter of fact, I do. As eloquent as the situation would seem, it is I who holds the ace under my sleeve. For a time now, I have been shunned by the public as well as my peers but NO MORE! That time of desolation has only led to determination. I proved just that, by disabling one of the top stars in this company in Jack Bull.

Rodgers: Yes, and Bull is highly pissed.

Laurel: I expected him to be. A man who bares his emotions upon his sleeve is bound for pain and agony. Tonight, I continue my trek to become the next EUW Pure Champion. The Pure title is a honor long held before by champions whom held a clear standard in the arts of skill and perfection. None of the men but myself understand the theories behind this notion. To the enlightened man, I would say that I am bound to reap the benefits of my efforts.

Rodgers: And to someone like me?

Laurel: To the lesser man I would say.. “I am done being discounted. It’s my turn to hand out the pain. I will be recognized one way… or another.”

Rodgers: Thank you.. And now back to ringside.

[primetime]

Luck vs Laurel.

Rock Gibson - “Ok ladies and gents, next up is the first of the Pure Title tournament matches! This first match sees Eddie Laurel match up with Mr. Luck, and later we’ll see Jack Bull vs. Matt Rodrigo. Remember that all these matches are contested under the EUWs Pure rules.

To refresh your memory that means that there will be two referees present; one in the ring and one at ringside. No representatives of the wrestler will be allowed at ringside, and probably most important, each wrestler will be permitted just three rope breaks per match!!”

The Creep - “That’s the key one right there. Any time you get yourself caught in a submission it’s going to be tempting to reach for those ropes, but after three rope breaks you’re out of luck!”

Gibson - “Very true Creep. A true test of wrestling skill and character right here on Sunday Night Vengeance! Now let’s hand it over to Skye to introduce the competitors!”

Skye - “Ladies and Gentlemen, the falling contest is match one of round one in the EUWs Pure Title Tournament! As a result, this match will be contested under Pure rules! Introducing first…”

"Psychosis", by Poets of The Fall blasts out of the speakers.

Skye - “Hailing from parts unknown and weighing in at 127lbs… EDDIE LAUREL!”

Eddie Laurel steps out from the back accompanied by Jedediah King, walking right into a chorus of boos.

Gibson - “It appears the fans have turned on Eddie Laurel after his attack on Jack Bull at Scars and Stripes.”

Creep - “It’s about time someone shut him up! Don’t listen to them Eddie, you’re a hero for the EUW!!”

In contrast to Eddies calm demeanor, Jed is playing to the crowd, It seems as though Jed is more naturally comfortable with this activity, whereas Eddie seems to prefer being more straight-laced. Jed pats Eddie on the back and wishes him good luck before heading backstage. Eddie heads to the ring and climbs in. He removes his jacket, and rolls up his shirt sleeves. Eddie comes to the middle of the ring where he takes a bow.

Skye - “And his opponent…”

"Rocket (A Natural Gambler)", by Braund Reynolds hits as the lights go out in the arena. As the opening guitar riff and vocals sound, the lights re-emerge, a bright gold and red color. Once the main section of the music begins, Luck walks out onto the stage, adjusting the tie of his suit and grinning at the audience, stopping at the top of the ramp and giving them a wave.

Skye - “…. hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 221 lbs… MR. LUCK!!”

Gibson - “The fans seem to be giving Luck quite a positive reaction. They either just hate Eddie Laurel that much or it’s because of the respect that he earned in his match with Jack Bull at Scars and Stripes.”

Creep - “Most of these people don’t know what respect is!”

Cornell and "Big" Dave Markinson emerge from behind Luck. Cornell takes off Lucks suit blazer and folds it over his arm while Dave pats Lucks shoulders. They then head backstage and leave Luck to 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.

Luck climbs the steps and slides under the top rope. Luck takes his shirt off and lays it over the top rope, with the ref outside quickly removing it. He then 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 Skye. He winks at her and then takes her microphone, causing the music to cut off.

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

Rock Gibson - “Christ, I could eat a whole hotdog in the time it takes Luck to get to the ring!”

Creep - “I did (burps)!”

The referee in the ring calls for the bell and finally we are underway. Both Luck and Laurel start by circling around, eyeing each others speed. Finally they come in for a collar and elbow tie up, with Luck getting the early edge with a headlock. Luck tries to crank it hard but Laurel slips out the back door and puts Luck in a hammer lock. Laurel leaves one hand loose though and reaching around, Luck is able to reverse the move and put Laurel in a hammer lock.

Laurel reaches out looking for the ropes, but remembering the Pure rules stipulation decides instead to grit this one out. His approach is novel, slipping a foot back and hooking Lucks left ankle before sweeping it out from under him. Laurel quickly grabs Lucks leg and tries to turn him over for a Boston crab, but Luck uses his other foot to push Laurels hand off before rolling him up with a school boy pin!

The ref counts a two but Laurel kicks out. Both guys come back to their feet and get an appreciative round of applause from the fans. They now circle once more and move in for another collar and elbow tie up… but Luck kicks Laurel in the gut, following it up with a forearm club to the back of the head and then a European Uppercut.

Luck sends Laurel for the ride with an Irish Whip and meets him on the return with a huge back drop!

Gibson - “Wow! The elevation on that was impressive!”

Creep - “I think Laurel just singed his hair on the lights!”

Luck holds an arm up to the fans and gets some cheers in return. He moves in on Laurel and hits him with a number of stomps and finally an elbow drop right on the back of Laurels head. Luck rolls Laurel over and tries the cover but only gets a two count. Bringing Laurel up to a vertical base now, Luck locks in for a German Suplex and sends Laurel up and over with a bang.

Luck now elects to go for a Cobra Clutch, sitting Laurel up, but Laurel turns quickly and grabs Lucks foot. Laurel sweeps Lucks foot from under him again and this time succeeds in rolling him over for a half Boston Crab. Luck endures the pain as long as he can, gradually sliding to the edge of the ring and finally reaching out for the bottom rope. Laurel uses every last available second of the ensuing count before releasing the hold.

The ref now indicates to Sky who announces that Luck has only two rope breaks remaining. Laurel hauls Luck back to the centre of the ring and begins stomping away on the leg he just had locked up.

Gibson - “This is good strategy by Laurel, picking a body part and going to work on it,”

Laurel now begins to hold Lucks leg in place and drive knees into it. Satisfied that he has weakened the leg sufficiently, Laurel now applies the half Boston Crab once more, wrenching back on the leg. Luck calls out in pain and again drags himself towards the ropes. Luck bares the pain as long as he can, but is again forced to use a rope break to release the hold. The referee signals to Skye again who announces that Luck is now down to his final rope break.

Laurel grabs Luck by the leg and is about to haul him back to the center of the ring when Luck wraps his other leg around one of Laurels arms. Reaching up he is able to grab Laurels wrist and pull him down into an armbar. The crowd start cheering as Luck yanks back on Laurels arm. In desperation Eddie swings his free arm violently for the ropes and grabs a hold of the bottom one, forcing a count and a break on Luck.

The ref signals to Skye and again she relays the information that Laurel now only has two rope breaks left. Luck struggles to his feet, his leg giving him some problems. As Laurel climbs to his feet, Luck moves in and delivers a series of vicious shin kicks to Laurels back. Luck wraps in a sleeper hold and walks Eddie back into the center of the ring, before dropping him with a sleeper hold neck breaker. Luck goes for the cover but again gets a two count only.

As Laurel tries to find his feet, Luck wraps him up in a head lock. Searching for a way out, Laurel pushes Luck against the ropes and then sends him flying off across the ring, bouncing off the opposite ropes and meeting Luck with a flying clothesline! As both men get to their feet Laurel leaps up and hits Luck with a Hurracanrana!

Gibson - “Eddie’s building some momentum now,”

As Luck stumbles back to his feet, Eddie goes for the kick to the stomach, but Luck catches it! Un-phased, Eddie now unleashes a hellacious Enzuigiri, taking Luck to the mat once more.

Laurel looks out at the fans now, fully content with the damage he has caused. As he arches his eyebrows, he now bows to the fans in a mock respect, then rises with a large smile upon his face!

Luck rolls over to his knees, realizing that Laurel's back is turned. Taking advantage, he stands up now and rushes to the ropes! Bouncing off, he comes back with a huge clothesline, one Laurel easily sidesteps!

Creep: Great ring awareness!

Luck continues his momentum though and rushes to the next set of ropes! Laurel runs comes from behind him, attempting to take the attack to Luck but is sent spiraling to the mat instead, as Luck nails the Snake Eyes!

Luck quickly covers for the pin after..

1..
2..
..3!

Skye: Your winner.. Mr. Luck!

Rolling away, Luck slides out of the ring and smiles as he is greeted by his entourage! Eddie Laurel sits up now, frustrated.

Gibson: Hell of an effort by both men here. That is only the first round in the tourney though. Either man can still take it all.

Creep: Exactly! You have to lose two times for... wait.. what's this?!

Laurel rises to his feet as the crowd begins to cheer loudly! Sliding in to the ring behind him, Jack Bull crouches down.. waiting! Eddie turns around, right into the Bullsye!!!

Gibson: OUCH!

Jack rises to his feet, looking over his handiwork as Eddie grimaces upon the mat below. The fans are cheering loudly, as The Bull rouses them up with hand gestures, and points in Laurel's direction randomly!

Creep: What comes around.. goes around. Jack should be careful though.. he still has a match of his own to win.

Gibson: Exactly! And with that, we will be right back.. after this message from our newest sponsor.. Spike TV!

The feed fades out as Jack Bull is seen walking up the ramp with a huge smile upon his face. In the ring, Eddie laurel glares back with a hateful expression. He is sweating, tired.. and obviously already plotting his revenge.

[primetime]

The feed comes back as the backstage hallways are shown. Walking through the hallway, Toby Hunter is seen wearing a dark beanie and black hooded sweater. His face is bruised and swollen, as he marches forward. The fans grow louder now as he hits an intersection. Seated to the right him is a well built man, resting against a set of trunks with a bottle of water in his hand.

Toby looks down at the man, and then begins to walk away when the young man runs up behind him and introduces himself.

“Hey… um.. I am Royce Connolly! I am new here.”

Hunter: So you are.

Toby Hunter stops and turns to face the excited new star.

Connolly: I have been a fan of the industry for a long time! I am a bit of a fighter myself!

Toby Hunter wipes off his lips with the back of his gloved hand and then places them upon his hips as he continues to listen.

Connolly: I just wanted to ask you something. If anyone can answer this, it would be you. Do you have any advice for a new guy like me?

Hunter:[/b] Sure thing, kid. Make sure you have a good retirement plan.

Hunter then walks away and out of view, leaving Connolly staring off into the distance.

Connolly: Makes sense to me..

[primetime]

The camera then pans across the way, to the locker room of Matty Rodrigo. Lying upon the carpeted floor, Rodrigo is seen performing sit ups with an intensity unexpected from him. He looks poised, determined.. Almost pissed. The door to his right open now, as a lone figure enters the room.

Rodrigo: I am busy right now. GO away.

Falcon: Even me? Damn, I figured that you would have time for good old Alex Falcon!

The crowd begins to cheer upon seeing the image of former EUW Pure Champion, Alex Falcon.

Falcon: I just wanted to slide on by and say.. “Don’t stop believing’.” I happen to know a bit about the Pure Championship you know.

Frustrated that he was interrupted, Rodrigo takes a swig of a nearby water bottle and then throws it hard at the locker across from him. Alex watches him, confused.

Falcon: Look, If I came at a bad time..

Rodrigo: Bad time? When is a good time?! Tonight, I not only defy the odds but the odds makers as well! The world is waiting for good old Matty Rodrigo to fall flat on his ass! I intend on doing everything that I can to prove them all wrong.. You included.

Falcon: Me?! What the hell did I do?

Rodrigo stands up on his feet and looks at his old friend for a moment. He then shuts on a nearby television and continues to speak.

Rodrigo: It’s nothing personal, man. Look at the show on this television. All of those fans cheer for the cereal box champions like Toby Hunter and Jack Bull! They could give a shit about me. Hell, they even cheer for you too! Its my time to shine now! I won’t be made out to look like a fool again. The EUW was my home before 90% of the locker room. It’s time I remind everyone. So, if you would excuse me.. I need to get back to focusing on my match.

Alex Falcon begins to speak, but then chooses not to, as he turns and leaves the room instead. Rodrigo glances at the door once and then says..

Rodrigo: None of you get it at all..

[primetime]

Bull vs Rodrigo

Rock Gibson - “And now Creep, we move on to the nights second Pure Title Tournament bout between Jack Bull and Matt Rodrigo. Again this match will b contested under the Pure rules, same as the previous contest between Luck and Laurel.

Now Rodrigo is coming off a big win on his return to the EUW at Scars and Stripes and I’m sure he’ll be just dying to get a win over Jack Bull to truly cement his return and show people what he’s got.

Jack Bull also had a big win at Scars and Stripes after beating Mr. Luck, but he paid a heavy price in the end when Eddie Laurel attacked him from behind with a sledgehammer and absolutely trashed Bull. Bull was eventually taken to the hospital, unconscious, but appears to be fit enough to compete tonight,”

Creep - “You gotta love Eddie Laurel for that move. Whacking Bull from behind was a good strategic play and he really gave supposedly ‘The Worlds Leading Distributor of Ass Kicking’ a world class ass kicking!”

Rock Gibson - “Unfortunately for Eddie he has to face Bull at the next Sunday Night Vengeance,”

Creep - “… oh,”

The cameras now swirl above the ring, getting a great shot of ring announcer Skye set against a back drop of excited fans.

Skye - “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the second match of the EUW’s Pure Title Tournament and so will be contested under Pure Match Rules. Introducing first…”

‘Time Will Smoother You - (the EUW remix)’ blares over the P.A. system to a sold out crowd. After several seconds of build (from the music), Rodrigo appears through the curtains with a close up on his cute smile, pouting lips, and a sparkling halfway closed wink in his right eye.

Skye - “From Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at 229 pounds… MATT RODRIGO!!”

As he gradually makes his way down the ramp, he makes more pretty facial expressions to the camera before finally entering the ring, and taking his place on the corner turnbuckle; welcoming the warm and friendly crowd reaction.

Skye - “And his opponent…”

As the opening wails of ‘Spitfire - (The Prodigy)’ roars over the PA system, the fans erupt into cheers. The big screen lights up with various images of Jack Bull as he comes confidently striding out from backstage to a renewed chorus of cheers.

Skye - “… currently residing in Bakersfield, California, weighing in at 256 pounds… JACK BULL!!”

Jack is shouting and signaling at the fans to raise the roof, though walking a little gingerly. Entering the ring, he proceeds to climb the nearest turnbuckle, giving the fans the "Hook'em Horns" sign, before wincing in pain and subtly clutching at his side.

Rock Gibson - “If I was a betting man Creep, I’d say Bull is still nursing some injuries from the attack by Eddie Laurel,”

Creep - “Then Bull better hope Rodrigo isn’t paying attention, because that guy is ring smart.”

The Bell rings and the fans begin raising the noise level. As the two circle, Rodrigo comes forward and offers a hand for Bull to shake. Bull looks a little suspicious and looks the fans who seem to be cheering for the shake. Bull reaches out… but Rodrigo just steps back and withdraws his hands, leaving Bull a little perplexed.

Creep - “See Matt Rodrigo there, playing with Bulls head, getting into his mind early,”

The two continue to circle and then come together for a collar and elbow tie up, but Rodrigo uses his speed and ducks behind Bull to apply a waist lock. Bull tries to work a way out of the hold but Rodrigo slips his head skilfully side to side to avoid creating an opening. Frustrated, Bull finally decides to pin Rodrigo’s hands against his own body then backs up at speed into a corner.

Breaking the hold, Bull now turns and begins hammering away with a flurry of right hands, bringing the fans to their feet! Bull sends Rodrigo to the opposite corner with an Irish whip which rattles the ring with the impact. As Rodrigo stumbles out of the corner he walks right into a scoop slam!

Bull pauses briefly, clutching at his stomach again, giving Rodrigo time to recover a little and get to his feet. Bull resumes the offensive however with a series of Boxing jabs, finished by a left cross that leaves Rodrigo on the ropes. Again Bull Irish whips Rodrigo across the ring before hitting him with a big back drop!

Rock Gibson - “And Bull is taking the early momentum, showing some of those famous brawling skills!”

Creep - “It’s a long way to go still Rock and Bull already looks tired!”

Indeed, Bull is once again clutching at his stomach briefly before going for the cover, but Rodrigo kicks out firmly after a 2 count. Bull now brings Rodrigo back up to a vertical base and shoots a knee into his stomach, bending him over. Bull then hammers Rodrigo with an elbow to the back of the head and presses him against the ropes.

Bull attempts another Irish whip but Rodrigo reverses and sends Bull for the ride. Rodrigo unleashes a kick into Bulls gut that stops him dead in his tracks with a loud grunt. Rodrigo now hammers away on the back of Bulls head with a series of clubbing forearms, gradually backing him into a corner.

Rodrigo now holds the top rope for leverage and begins firing off kicks into Bulls stomach, honing in on the weakness. Satisfied with the damage of his kicks he now switches tactics and begins slamming big left handed fists into Bulls gut till Bull eventually stumbles out of the corner.

Rodrigo climbs onto the second turnbuckle, waiting patiently for Bull to stand, then launches himself off for a Bulldog. Rodrigo goes for the cover but gets a two count only. Matt climbs to his feet and continues the assault by wailing away on Bull with a volley of stomps. Rodrigo bounces off the ropes and comes back with an elbow drop, then goes for another cover.

Gibson - “One… two… three! Not quite!”

Rodrigo now sits Bull and applies a chin lock, digging his knee right into Bulls back! Rodrigo cups it on beautifully, showing no signs of any rust after so long away from an EUW ring. Bull raises his hands to the sky, but as Rodrigo cranks back, Bull very gradually starts to fade. Rodrigo quickly switches knees, allowing himself to apply a sleeper hold, looking to put Bull away in the middle of the ring.

Bull now falters to one side and Rodrigo lets him slip down while keeping the sleeper hold firmly clamped on. The ref checks on Bull, but he waves away the offer to submit. Bulls eyes seem to going misty and his eye lids are looking heavier by the second.

Creep - “He’s done. Just tap Bull. Tap and let’s get on with the main event!”

Gibson - “May I remind you Creep that a wrestling match is never over till the bell rings. Bull still has a chance.”

Creep - “Yeah… it’s called no chance!”

The ref now grabs Bulls limp looking wrist and raises it into the air. The arm flops back to the mat; lifeless. The ref signals ‘one’, then lifts Bulls arm again and again it flops helplessly to the mat. ‘Two’ the ref calls out. By now some of the fans have started to clap and stamp their feet in time, the noise level gradually building as the ref raises Bulls hand again, and it flops… but stops before it hit’s the mat!

The arena suddenly erupts with the sound of cheering fans!

Gibson - “See Creep! Bulls still hanging in there!”

A sudden surge of Adrenaline coursing through his veins, Bull raises his hand for all to see. The cheering and feet stamping grow in noise level as Bull reaches back now and grabs Rodrigo around the neck, first with one hand, then two. Rodrigo continues to desperately press home the sleeper hold, but Bull now hauls himself up to a sitting position.

Rodrigo is up on his feet now trying to drive the hold down, but Bull now arches his back and using Rodrigo for support is able to flex himself out a little. Suddenly Bull drops to his butt, pulling Rodrigo down for a jawbreaker! As Rodrigo clutches at his jaw, Bull rolls over to his front and works to get back to his feet.

Matt sees this and lines Bull up for a right hand… but Bull blocks it! Bull unloads a big right hand, knocking Rodrigo back. Bull again clutches at his stomach as Matt winds up for another right hand, but Bull blocks again and launches another right hand. Sensing the advantage Bull begins firing off more right hands, one after another, driving Rodrigo back across the ring.

Bull goes for another Irish whip and this time charges Rodrigo, nailing him with a spear. Bull mounts Rodrigo and starts wailing away with right hands as Matt does his best to cover up.

Gibson - “And just listen to this capacity crowd! Their on their feet!”

Creep - “Sorry what did you say? I can’t hear you over the damn fans!”

Bull now stands up and delivers a double foot stomp onto Rodrigo’s chest.

Creep - “I think Jack Bulls turning into M. Bison!”

Gibson - “What?”

Creep - “What? You never played Streetfighter as a kid?”

Bull brings Rodrigo up to a vertical base and now goes for the suplex, snapping Rodrigo over with authority. Bull goes for the cover but Rodrigo kicks out just in time. Again Bull brings Rodrigo back to his feet and rocks him with a right hand. Gradually Bull delivers right after right, forcing Rodrigo back into a corner.

Bull climbs onto the second turnbuckle and now drives a right hand down into Rodrigo’s face. As Bull follows up with punch after punch the fans count off the punches all the way to ten. Bull then drops down and pulls Rodrigo out of the corner, only to turn right around and start ramming Rodrigo’s head repeatedly into the top turnbuckle, again with the fans counting to ten!

Creep - “Someone needs to tell Bull that’s dangerous! He could give Rodrigo a concussion!”

Gibson - “And what about if it was the other way around huh?”

Creep - “Are you serious? Everyone knows Jack Bull doesn’t have anything upstairs TO damage!”

Bull now Irish whips Rodrigo to the opposite corner once more, with Matt hitting hard. Bull gives the “horns of the Bull” sign to the fans before roaring across the ring to hit a huge clothesline… but Rodrigo ducks out of the way and Bull smashes into the turnbuckles, recoiling hard and clutching his stomach once more.

Gibson - “Oh man, desperation move on the part of Matt Rodrigo and Bull just nailed himself,”

Creep - “Serves him right, he shouldn’t have made that obscene gesture at the fans.”

Gibson - “Will you stop it! He was showing his solidarity with the fans!”

Creep - “I wouldn’t want to show anything to these people! You know they limit how much water you can use in the shower here in California! Thank god for air conditioning or we’d all be gasping air for like Bull!”

As Bull turns back to face Rodrigo, Matt charges him with a vicious Jawbreaker Lariat, knocking Bull clean off his feet! Seizing the chance, Rodrigo rolls Bull onto his side and applies a Bridging Rings of Saturn! Bulls face is a picture of utter pain as he tries to shuffle his body around, stretching his legs out to reach the ropes! Bulls toes are mere inches away as Rodrigo leans back and applies more pressure on the hold!

With a desperate roar Bull kicks his hips up and manages to flick his body just that last inch closer, draping his foot on the bottom rope. The ref signals for the rope break as Matt Rodrigo milks every last available second before releasing the hold. The ref indicates to Skye who passes on the message to the crowd that Bull has used one of his three rope breaks.

Looking distraught, Rodrigo pauses to have a think. He now brings Bull back up to a vertical base and presses him against the ropes before hitting an Irish whip. As Bull comes running back Rodrigo lifts him up for a flapjack… into a European Uppercut!

Creep - “Rrrrr-Yuken!!!!”

Gibson - “What?”

Creep - “Oh c’mon!! Ryu! Ken! Do these names mean nothing to you?!”


Rodrigo, now fully in charge and knowing it, begins to slap the back of Bull's head in a half attempt to wake him up. Bull slowly turns around and rises to his feet as Rodrigo smiles in complete confidence. Timing it perfectly, Rodrigo grabs Bull by the arm at just the right moment.. only to be countered with..

Gibson: THE BULLSEYE! THE BULLSEYE!

Creep: Calm down retard!

Rodrigo hits the mat hard as Bull rises to a seated position. The fans scream in delight as somehow.. someway.. Bull was able to turn the tables once again.

It is at that moment that Eddie Laurel walks through the entrance way...

Gibson: Tonight.. the EUW has been pure chaos! Laurel is here for a little pay back it seems!

Stepping unto the stage area, Laurel holds tightly unto a sledgehammer as Bull rises to meet the challenge! Rodrigo is still upon his back, and only slightly moving. The event gains yet ANOTHER visitor now as Alex Falcon hops over the fan barricade!

Creep: Is that... it is! Alex Falcon is back!!!

Alex grabs the leg of the referee, pulling him out of the ring! The two argue at ringside as Bull looks in their direction in confusion. Matt is now seen removing something from his tights..

Creep: What is happening down there...

Gibson: Teamwork... pure teamwork.

Bull decides to end the match now before things get out of hand! Reaching down to grab Matt, he is suddenly hit hard by a set of brass knuckles! Bull falls lifelessly to the mat as Matt tosses the knuckles out of site!

Creep: Holy shit!

The ref seems to have seen the knuckles fly out however, as he walks over to the side of the ring to check it out!

Gibson: That's right.. bust them! Falcon, Laurel and Rodrigo are a bunch of cheaters!

Falcon slides into the ring to talk to Rodrigo. After a brief exchange, Matt orders Falcon out of the ring. Falcon looks to the ropes.. and then nails Rodrigo with the Falcon PUNCH!!!! Rodrigo hits the mat hard now alongside Bull, only to have Falcon drag Bull unto Matt's lifeless body and drape an arm over him!

Gibson: Huh?

Falcon slides out of the ring just in time as the ref slides in. The ref then orders Alex to leave the ringside area, pointing to the brass knuckles!

Creep: WAIT! Matt used the knuckles.. not Alex!

The ref then begins to do the pin count..

1..
2..
...3!

Skye: Your winner.. Jack Bull!

Alex is smiling as he reaches the entrance. Jack Bull slowly lifts his head now, spotting Alex Falcon as he walks out of sight. Jack then looks at Matt who is still lying underneath him. A thin stream of blood flows down the side of Jack Bull's face!

Gibson: Ok.. so Falcon betrayed Rodrigo? This place is a damn zoo!

Creep: It may be a zoo but one thing is for certain.. this zoo is damn well entertaining! With that, the first round of the Pure Title tourney comes to a close! Each contestant needs to lose two times to be counted out though.. so the field is still wide open!

[primetime]

415: You going to be alright, man?

Marcus: Yeah, the Doctor says it will heal.

415: You should not have gone through with that match. I could have done it for you.

Marcus and Mario Puzzo remain seated in the lobby of the arena as they talk amongst one another. Garbed in a heavy cast, Marcus does his best to smile from underneath swollen cheeks.

Marcus: I had to go out on my terms. Besides, Angel is here for you now. What you need to do is concentrate on Sabora. That man.. Well.. Just make sure you grow eyes on the back of your head.

415: I have known Chris a long time. He won’t jeopardize our match at Prestige regardless of his mental condition. It’s good to know that Angel will be here though. On that note, where is he?

The two Puzzo brothers look over their shoulders as sudden large sounds ring down the hallway. It is obviously a tussle of some kind, as a man screams in pain and a wall is obviously cracked. Immediately, both Puzzos run out of the room and head to the source where Christian Stephens and Evan Black are seen being held back by Kevin Jenkins and Mr. Luck.

Stephens: THIS ISN’T OVER WITH BY A LONG SHOT!

Black: You bet your ASS it isn’t!!

The Puzzos do their best to help keep the two men apart as well as tempers flare!

Stephens: You may have everyone here fooled, Evan… but I know all about you! I have been waiting a long time to be the man around here! You should have just stayed away!

Black: All I hear is a lot of talking…

Security immediately floods the hallway area when Kirk Kennedy comes into view. After the area is secure, he looks at both men a moment and speaks..

Kennedy: This.. Is not a zoo. Are you guys both monkeys? Do I look like a zoo keeper?

No one says a word.

Kennedy: I am trying to run a business here. If you guys want to destroy one another then so be it… but I am going to promote it. When I scheduled you both to face one another, I had no idea of the bad blood between the two of you. I say.. We turn things up a notch. I want the both of you to go home.. Now. I will think it over and I give you my word.. I will make it happen.

Black: All I need is a date and a time.

Stephens: And apparently a parachute and a stupid ass tuxedo.

Black: JAMES BOND WORE A TUXEDO!

Kennedy: ENOUGH! Go… home.

Both men head in different directions as Kennedy looks to 415.

Kennedy: Kid… it’s your turn in the ring You better get going..

[primetime]

The Main Event
415 vs Titan

Gibson: Damn, it’s been a hell of a night, hasn’t it?

Creep: It has! The Pure Tourney is underway, Christian Stevens and Evan Black have what looks like a war about to pop off, and we are still waiting on the main event!

Gibson: That’s right. Titan is about to step in the ring with the number one contender.. 415! This is a can’t miss event.

Creep: Titan has been the most successful star on the roster over the last 3 months, even sporting a better record than the World Champion! A win here could really change the landscape of things!

Gibson: Let’s go to ringside, where the lovely Skye prepares to begin the festivities.

The fed pans to the ring where Skye is smiling and set to speak.

Skye: The Main Event is set.. To begin.

“St. Anger” by Metallica begins to play. The fans stand to their feet as the large frame of Titan comes into view. Stopping on the edge of the stage, Titan looks out at the fans and then growls as he heads down the ramp way. He then stops midway as Terry Jones appears behind him. The fans instantly cheer as he smiles in their direction, then points at Titan shortly after. Titan then continues to ringside, where he hops up the metal steps and into the ring. Terry Jones finds a spot at ringside while Titan bounces in place, preparing for the arrival of his opponent.

Gibson: When I look at Titan, I literally get a chill down my back. That dude is big..

Creep: Yeah. I am glad I am not 415 right now..

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.

Gibson: 415 has his future planned out for him at this point. He has a date with destiny at Prestige as he face the EUW World Champion. Tonight, he faces an equal threat in Titan. How? How can the masked man pull it off?

Creep: That’s a question that only the Burger King can answer. Speaking of that, tonight’s episode of SNV is brought to you by Burger King! Have it your way.. Right away!

Skye: And now, the competitors. To my left, our of San Francisco, California. TITAN!

Titan walks towards Skye now, causing her to cringe a bit. He looks at 415 and smirks, only to raise a fist and step back once more.

Skye: And his opponent. The current, EUW Number One Contender. Also out of San Francisco, California.. 415!

The crowd cheers loudly as 415 hops about. Titan shakes his head in disgust as 415 runs to a nearby turnbuckle and poses for the fans!

Skye: The rules of the match are as follows. There will be no outside interference. Wins will be pin fall or-

Skye never has a chance to finish her statement as Titan rushes across the ring! He quickly grabs 415 from behind before 415 can drop back down from the turnbuckle. Yanking hard, he pulls 415 off, only to be surprised when 415 flips in the air and lands on his feet! The fans cheer loudly as the masked star raises a fist, only to be sent to the mat hard with a hard clothesline!

The bell finally rings..

Creep: Titan is all over 415. That seems to be his trademark.

Gibson: Don’t count out 415 yet! I have seen the smaller man pull out some amazing wins!

Titan turns around to grab 415, only to come up with air. Rolling away, 415 runs to a nearby rope, only to jump to the middle rope, launch off, and land a body splash on Titan! Unfortunately, Titan manages to catch him in mid air, and drive him into the mat below!

415 does his best to scramble free as Titan positions himself. Leaning in with all of his weight, he applies the pressure and cuts of the air of 415 who is desperately reaching out for any kind of assistance! After a few brief moments, Titan manages to drive his knuckles into the face of 415, and then once more, causing the masked man’s head to snap back due to the force!

Gibson: Titan is using his body size to his advantage here, cutting off the escape of 415 with his body. To top it off, Titan is landing hard blows to the side of 415’s head, as he did JDV’s at Scars and Stripes. This could end quickly if 415 does not get away soon..

415 inches along his back, as he is repeatedly pummeled by Titan. Titan leans in with his forehead, never letting up for a minute. The crowd begins to cheer, as 415 slowly pulls himself out from under Titan, finally grabbing the bottom rope! Titan is now ordered off of 415, and he does as told. The crowd cheers now as 415 holds his face. His mask can hardly hide his new right swollen eye. Titan smiles now, and rushed 415 hard! 415 reacts by literally hopping over Titan’s head, and then follows it up with a drop kick sending Titan over the top rope and out to ringside!

Gibson: Great counter! 415 has somehow found another way to keep up the good fight!

Titan shakes it off as Terry Jones approaches him! 415 sees this, and runs to the turnbuckle, following it up by quickly hopping to the top and launching into the air! With arms spread wide, 415 sails off the turnbuckle and down to ringside.. Landing on both Terry Jones and Titan! All 3 men fall in a heap of bodies!

Creep: Wow! I didn’t expect that!

415 slowly rises to his feet as the fans cheer him on! Kicking Titan a few times with his boot, 415 then runs to the ring and slides back in! Pointing to the turnbuckle once more, the fans cheer as 415 heads in that direction!

Gibson: 415 is on fire! He is going to take to the skies once more! You are watching history unfold right here on network television!

415 walks towards the turnbuckle and places a foot upon it. Climbing to the top slowly, he balances himself upon it and looks down at Titan’s crumpled frame.

The crowd watches in awe as the masked man soars high into the air! His body is perfectly arched, with both hands thrust behind him as he flies head first into the ring!

Instantly.. Titan comes alive! Kicking up to his feet, he turns around and catches 415 in mid air!!

Gibson: Holy Shit!

Before 415 can react, Titan flings the smaller man unto his shoulders and then plants him hard into the mat below! He repeats the maneuver once more, literally picking 415 up off the mat! Finally, he does it a third time, utilizing his finishing move known as The Devastator!

Creep: Titan... is just too much for 415.

Gibson: He may be too much for everyone..

Casually, Titan leans into 415 for the pin as the fans boo loudly!

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2........
THREE!

Skye: Your winner... TITAN!

Titan smiles as he rises to his feet. Pacing around the ring a bit, he points to the fans and flips them off shortly after, rousing a hail of debris in his direction! Behind him, 415 begins to stir..

Creep: Titan has done it again.

Gibson: Can anyone stop the Monster?

415 begins to rise to his feet once more, albeit very slowly. Titan sees this and begins to walk towards him now, stalking his prey. Grabbing the bottom rope, 415 braces himself now as he rises to his feet. The fans yell for him to watch out as the number one contender turns around.. right into the chest of Titan!

Creep: Oh come on! It's over! Someone stop this shit! Enough is enough already!

Titan quickly gathers 415 into his arms, squeezing tightly with the bear hug! 415 screams in agony now, as he raises his arms in protest! Titan does not care though, as he continues to pour on the pain!

The fans begin to cheer!

Gibson: The Calvary has arrived!

Marcus Puzzo rushes down the rampway to aid his brother, and slides under the bottom rope! Without hesitation, he drives his forearm into the large back of Titan, causing the big man to release 415! Marcus pulls back for another attack, only to be gripped around his face by the large hand of Titan!

Marcus now finds himself landing hard into the mat, as Titan drives him hard to the ground with one hand! With relentless punches, Titan attacks Marcus without any concern! The fans begin to scream once again!!

Creep: Who is this??!

A.J Valdez rushes down the rampway now and slides into the ring!!!

Gibson: He is HERE! A.J VALDEZ IS HERE! Look at the damn size of him!

Creep: That is one big ass Mexican!

Titan launches to his feet once again, ready to meet the challenge, but finds himself attacked furiously! AJ lays into him with viscous punches without hesitation, causing Titan to flail his arms and step backwards!

AJ pulls back to punch once more as the fans scream loudly! Titan ducks quickly, returning the strike with a clothesline of his own! AJ stumbles backward now, ducking the next strike and kicking Titan in the gut!! Then, in one swoop, AJ somehow grabs the face of Titan and nails the "Chin Check" (X-Factor)!!!! Titan is out cold upon the mat now, as AJ rolls over and checks on his friends..

Gibson: Titan has made this war personal... and a newcomer has answered the call!

Creep: AJ Valdez is one impressive warrior.. With that, we will be back after these messages. When we return, we will see the last words from EUW Legend.. Toby Hunter.

The feed slowly fades out as 415, Marcus Puzzo, and AJ Valdez raise their hands in victory. Titan is still out cold...

[primetime]

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the EUW has had the pleasure of being a part of a legacy like no other. A career that includes 2 title reigns, and Pay Per View main events to remember will come to an end as Toby Hunter says his good byes to us all. Though I was not at the announcer’s table, I followed this man’s career very closely. Toby Hunter represented the people around the world, and made us believe that if you had the heart.. Anything is possible.

Creep: I remember facing Toby back in the day, I can tell you first hand, the intensity he brought to the ring was memorable. Whenever his name was added to the card, you could guarantee a packed house for sure. Toby, thanks for the memories.

Gibson: So, without further adieu, we look to the ring where Skye waits with microphone in hand.

Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen.. Please put your hands together one more time.. For my man, TOBY HUNTER!

“Rain” by Creed begins to play.

The fans… stand up…

The sound is deafening as the applause comes flowing in! The camera feed pans around the arena now as the sounds of a motorcycle is heard from the stage area. Riding out unto the stage, Toby Hunter comes to stop. He wears a black beanie on his head that reads “Oblivion”.

Shutting down the bike, he begins to walk down the ramp way and up the metal steps at ringside. Skye is seen smiling and clapping as well as Toby easily steps over the top rope and into the ring. The fans are cheering so loud now that the camera begins to shake a bit.

Walking over to Skye, Toby offers her a kiss on the cheek and then looks to the fans with a raised fist above his head. The fans raise their fists as well in return!

Gibson: The Dog Pound… I will miss this.

Accepting the microphone, Toby brings it to his lips as the fans slowly calm down…

Hunter: Let’s make this short and sweet.

Crowd Member: WE LOVE YOU TOBY!

Toby smiles slightly now as the fans cheer once more.

Hunter: I came out here a few years ago, a rookie who didn’t know shit about the business. I had no skill, charisma, or even an inkling of knowledge when it came to wrestling. Sure, I was dressed pretty funny and had a fascination with Countdowns but hey.. Call it growing pains. The one thing I did have though was heart. In a business that pushes the strong over the genuine, I proved them wrong day in and day out.

The fans cheer once more.

Hunter: I can remember vividly, getting my ass handed to me by Evan Black during the Pure Title tourney in my first year and thinking, what the hell do I have to do to get noticed around here! Then it hit me. There is something to be said about patience. I kept on doing what I do best, and eventually, I began making strides in the EUW. I never gave up, and I never lost my heart. Now, I look back and I feel damn well content at what I have done.

The fans scream in approval..

Hunter: Though I never did get that Pure Championship, I did manage to win the World Title a few times. My last reign was probably the most memorable for me, as it was more personal. Together, with all of you, we managed to put away Mark Rivera and The Council, and make the EUW the best damn fed it was always meant to be. That was my last challenge as a active star here, I could not walk away without giving back what all of you have given me since day 1.… respect.

Gibson: You did just that too, Toby.

Hunter: So, like I have said so many times, the Countdown has finally come to an end. It’s time for me to hop on my hog, and take the last ride out to where the outlaws roam. I want to thank everyone that I have crossed paths with in the EUW, from my enemies to my friends.. For one hell of a ride. Most of all, I want to thank you all, the fans, because without you all.. I would still be that dirty biker who couldn’t bust a promo to save his own ass. Thanks for everything…

The fans cheer once again as Toby drops the microphone upon the mat. Walking over to the ropes, he slides a leg through it.

Suddenly.. The arena lights glow a dark red…

Gibson: What the hell…

Toby looks over his shoulder now, as the fans scream in excitement! Now standing in the center of the ring, surrounded by a thick layer of smoke, is Dante Holly! Toby brings his leg back in now, as he turns to face his new guest.

Holly: My quest to find the truth has not come to an end, Toby. Did you not think I would be here to stop you, should you choose to abandon the scene of the crime, my most nubile arch nemesis?

Toby laughs a bit as he walks towards Dante Holly.

Hunter: Excuse me, little man? You must have just seen Rocky..

Holly: You heard me, VILLAIN! I have reason to believe that evidence pointing to your villainy will be within my possession very soon. Hunter, I will expose you as the epicenter of all the chaos that has surrounded the EUW for far too long.

Hunter: Listen.. Dante. I have dealt with you and your super hero pajama talk for a few months now and just decided to let you play dress up. My patience runs thin though. Now, I am going to step out of this ring and go about my business. If you follow me, or even get in my way, I swear to you that I will plant you so far into the ground that people will use your ass as a bike rack! Is that understood?

Holly: Oh.. It is perfectly understood. I assure you, your threats are heard and logged into my Holly-banks! The venerable countdown still ticks away.. Hunter. It is I, Dante Holly, who will see it through to it’s end. When next we meet.. Expect to witness the power of TRUTH!

A thick layer of fog rises once more from the mat, surrounding Holly. Toby Hunter watches as the fog dissipates now, exposing Dante as he sneaks out of the ring. Hunter laughs a bit, and hops out of the ring as well… heading up the ramp way and looking around him along the way..

Gibson: Dante still feels Toby is a menace.

Creep: (Laughing) He just needs to work on his exit and all will be well.

As Dante’s feet are seen crawling under the ring now, the camera feed pans to Toby as he stands on the ramp way, looking out at the fans for what could be the last time. He then turns, and exits backstage.

Creep: That concludes another SNV! Come back in 2 weeks..

Gibson: You don’t want to miss it.. Trust me! This is Rock Gibson...

Creep: I am the Creep! Good night folks!