Sept 19th, SNV

[primetime]

A doorway opens, sending the illuminated glow of the hallway into a cramped office. Walking through the doorway, a seductive woman with wire framed glasses enters with a clip board in hand. Her lips are pursed, almost in a state of panic, as she closes the door behind her.

Woman: Mr. Kennedy, he is here again…

Seated behind the desk, EUW CEO and President Kirk Kennedy, remains seated as he looks up at the woman. He is dressed in casual clothing, sporting a grey thermal t-shirt that reads “BELIEVE”.

Kennedy: Again? I asked you to dismiss him when he comes back..

Woman: I know, sir. The thing is, he has flown in from the states and is demanding that he sees you after all of his troubles.

Kennedy shakes his head now, frustrated at the news.

Kennedy: I guess if I guy is willing to head out to Europe, he deserves to be heard. Send him in.

As the woman leaves, the crowd inside of the arena around them begins to become louder in anticipation. Entering the doorway now, former World Champion Xplode smiles and shuts the door behind him. He finds a seat without any type of hesitation, placing both of his feet upon Kennedy’s desk.

Kennedy: Make yourself.. Comfortable.

Xplode: I did.

Kennedy: Okay, what is it you want. The show is about to start and I have things to tend to.

Twirling a small pen between his fingers, Xplode smiles.

Xplode: Things are getting nasty out there Kirky-boy. Don’t get me wrong, you have done a fine job of keeping the jackasses in the locker room in line. The thing is, it won’t last for long. They will only respect someone who won’t take their shit.

Kennedy: And I am guessing that you are the man for the job?

Xplode: Could it be anyone else?

Kennedy: Tell me X, why the sudden interest in returning? Your brother is gone, and the roster is pretty much filled with names you have never heard of. What do you have to gain by being a part of the EUW again?

Leaning further back in the recliner now, Xplode smiles as he turns and stares at a nearby portrait. The image is from Hourglass Hours.. Just over a year ago.

Xplode: The EUW is me.. And I am it. I watch the show every damn week and it kills me to see the shit that is going on. We should be making waves out there, putting every damn fed on the chopping block along the way! Instead, we have a bunch of ass monkeys shitting all over the legacy that I helped to create! You have an open position in this company and I want it! Make me.. The next EUW General Manager.

Kennedy: Right. And hire another Mark Rivera in the process?

Xplode: No… you will hire me instead, the Strategic Assassin himself. Besides, you know I will bring in the ratings.
Kennedy: I will think it over. For now, enjoy the show. You can have my personal seat. Just do me a favor, don’t interfere at all.

Rising up from the chair now, Kennedy heads to the office door. Behind him, Xplode smirks and answers..

Xplode: Come on, Kirk. You know me better than that…

“Time Bomb” by Godsmack begins to play as the camera feed pans around the arena! Fans are seen waving cardboard signs and shouting as they gain their 5 minutes of fame on live television. After a few brief passes, fireworks begin to spew from the stage area as a voice begins to be heard..

Gibson: Hello folks and welcome back to Sunday Night Vengeance! It’s been 2 long weeks since our last telecast and let me tell you, I am ready for some action!

Creep: I bet you are.. I am the Creep and I am doing just fine, thank you for asking. (Rolls his eyes) This week, the Pure Title tourney comes to a climactic twist on the road to history as big Brett Cross returns to the ring! He is a changed man in my opinion, definitely less welcoming if you catch my drift.

Gibson: I would say so! I walked up to wish him luck before the show and now I have this bruise on my forehead!

Creep: That isn’t a bruise…

Gibson: No?

Creep: It looks like a shit stain to me. Do you wash your hands after you use the little boys room?

Gibson: OF COURSE I DO! (Clears throat) We have plenty more action for you as well as a fatal four way event is set to take place shortly. The newest young stars in the federation are amped and ready to destroy one another on live TV!

Creep: Lastly, we have the main event. Evan Black was cheated last week in his loss to Christian Stephens. The two will meet up once again.. But bring friends along with them. 415 will be fighting in Black’s corner, offering him just the help he needs. Stephens reached deeper into his Hollywood pockets, enlisting the help of the EUW Champion himself.. Chris Sabora.

Gibson: And with that, we look to ringside where the gorgeous Skye prepares to begin tonight’s festivities!

[primetime]

Opening Contest.
Fatal Four Way
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Royce Connolly vs. AJ Valdez vs. Charlie vs. Kevin Jenkins

The feed now cuts to ringside where Skye stands with microphone in hand. Her dress shines under the arena lights, offering her an extra special “glow” to her already beautiful figure.

Skye: HELLO OUT THERE!

The fans cheer loudly!

Skye: Are you all ready for some action!??!!

The fans cheer loudly yet again!

Creep: I am ready for some action, Skye…

Gibson: I hear sexual harassment is a common crime while on the work place…

Creep: Don’t you have a Justin Beiber concert to attend or something??

The feed cuts back to the ring now.

Skye: Our first match of the night, is a fatal four way event! It is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, out of New York City! Royce Connolly!

For Those About to Rock kicks in on the PA system, Royce appears from behind the curtains wearing his wrestling attire, no fireworks or pyro go off and Royce makes his way down the ramp. Shadow boxing and pumping up the fans. He runs toward the ring and slides under the bottom rope exciting the fans. After that he leaps onto his feet and leaps onto the top turnbuckle and pumps his chest before doing a backflip off the turnbuckle landing in the center of the ring. He salutes the fans and returns to his ring corner to prepare for his fight.

Gibson: I like this kid. Connolly has the look of a star. My sources have told me that his in ring work is optimal as well. Now, he gets his shot to prove his worth in front of the world!

Skye: And the next participant in the event, hailing out of Oakland! AJ Valdez!

As Untouchable hits Angel makes his way out to the ramp way. As The crowd cheers his name he makes his way to wards the ring not hearing the fans because he's focus on his opponent. As Angel climbs through the ropes he climbs the first turnbuckle and gives the cheering crowd the a nod of his head. He then stands in the middle of the ring and waits in the middle of the ring making it known that he is focus and determined to win.

Creep: That dude is huge! The damage he inflicted upon Titan last week was impressive as well! It’s like they took 415 and Marcus and smashed them together.. Creating this guy!

Gibson: Where is Titan anyway?

Skye: Coming out next… out of Austin, Texas! 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: This is the guy I am betting on right here.

Creep: Oh yes… your gay lover.

Gibson: Make all the jokes you want, Creep. The fact remains that this kid has all the potential in the world! His match last week was a setback for him of course, one that he hopes to correct tonight.

Creep: You think that he has a nice ass, don’t you?

Skye: And the final competitor.. Out of .. Well.. No one knows! (Laughing) Charlie!!


As Voltaire hits the speakers, Charlie steps onto the ramp dressed in a long black fur coat, and walks down to the ring, smiling and waving the whole time. As he climbs up the ring steps he stops to wave and bow, and then steps inside the ring.

Inside the ring is a plunger style detonator, wired up to the turnbuckles. Charlie grins and claps his hands before placing both hands on the plunger. He can be heard to be laughing maniacally as he pushes down the plunger, causing fireworks to erupt from each corner of the ring.

Gibson: That dude gives me the creeps…

Creep: HEY! That’s my name you are throwing around!

Gibson: If the shoe fits..

The ref stands in mid center as the bell is rung. Neither man makes a move to start the match until Charlie approaches AJ Valdez. With his tongue slightly hanging out of his mouth, he offers a handshake to the larger man. The crowd cheers in response…

Creep: Seriously?

Gibson: That’s called good sportsmanship.

Creep: I heard that Charlie eats cats. Sportsmanship is hardly on his mind.

AJ looks at Charlie unsure of what to do. After a brief hesitation, he shakes the hand held out before him, only to find himself dragged towards the bald man! Dropping to one knee, Charlie low blows AJ Valdez, sending the large man hopping about in agony.

Gibson: Ouch..

Charlie smiles with a weird expression, only to be taken by surprise as Jenkins sends him tumbling forward with a missile drop kick! Rising to his feet, Jenkins smiles at his handy work, only to turn around be nailed by a bull dog.. Courtesy of Royce Connolly!

Creep: And… it has begun.

Not wanting to hesitate at all, Royce grabs the head of Jenkins and drives it hard into the mat! Charlie begins to rise as well now, only to be elbowed by a now red hot Connolly! Charlie bounces backwards, right into the chest of AJ Valdez!

Gibson: This won’t end well..

Creep: All hell has broken loose in the ring! Royce Connolly has really made a statement out there to this point, taking it to the rookie sensation Kevin Jenkins! Across the ring from them, Charlie defends himself against the massive AJ Valdez!

Charlie backs away, stunned that Valdez is stalking him. Stroking his large mustache, Valdez nods to the fans as they cheer him on. In response, Charlie offers a handshake yet again! Valdez does not fall for it though, choosing to slap the shit out of Charlie in response as the fans laugh! Holding his chin, Charlie’s face contorts in anger as he whips around and literally picks up the big man.. Gripping the bear hug tightly!

Gibson: Charlie is pissed off!

Creep: Of course, he was just slapped like a bitch!

Elsewhere, Connolly has Jenkins in a tight sleeper hold, locking it in tightly. Jenkins does his best to fight off the attack, sliding his fingers under the arms of Connolly but to no avail. With his mouth grimacing, Jenkins goes on the defense now, rising to his shaky feet and then dropping down hard, causing Connolly to slam his chin into the head of Jenkins! Jenkins then rolls out of the ring, shaking off the cobwebs!

Gibson: Great defensive move right there from Jenkins! You have to stay ahead from a mat specialist like Connolly!

Valdez is still finding himself on the defense, literally being squeezed to death by Charlie! There is a look in Charlie’s eyes that is devoid of emotion.. And yet completely terrifying. Raising his large arms, Valdez slams them into the head of Charlie.. But there is no response at all.

Connolly is back on his feet now, walking towards Valdez and Charlie. Gripping Charlie around the waist from behind, he yanks Charlie away from Valdez and performs a picture perfect German suplex!

Creep: Nice!

Kicking back up to his feet, he runs at Valdez and nails a running STO! Valdez hit’s the mat hard, leaving Connolly the only man standing in the ring! The fans are eating it up as they cheer him on to victory!

Rolling over though, Valdez still has plenty in the tank as Connolly notices him and continues to press the attack. With sharp kicks and knees, he pummels Valdez but it is useless. Valdez rises to his feet, and grips Connolly tightly around the neck in a standing choke! Behind them.. Another man stirs.

Gibson: This will be good!

Standing on top of the turnbuckle, Jenkins launches into the air now! He soars like a bird as he lands upon both Valdez and Connolly, sending them to the mat hard with a flying body splash! Jenkins is amped now, kicking back up to his feet and rushing to a nearby turnbuckle! With one easily made hop, he finds himself back on top of the turnbuckle, and performing a five star frog splash!! Connolly bounces about as Jenkins lands upon him, hooking the leg for the pin!

1..
2.…

Valdez stomps Jenkins in the back of the head, breaking the count. Raising his foot to stomp once more, Valdez is caught as Jenkins slides out of the way, showing great ring presence! Coming up behind Valdez, Jenkins uses the hurricanrana perfectly, twisting Valdez around and sending him rolling to the mat below!

Creep: Jenkins just might pull it off here!

Gibson: I told you!

Jenkins rises to his feet now, his muscles tensed and ready for action! Charlie tries to take advantage of the situation, rushing up behind Jenkins and grabbing him! Jenkins counters though, back flipping over the shoulder of Charlie and nailing a double missile drop kick! The crowd is really loving the match now and cheering loudly!

Gibson: Wait.. What is that?

Creep: We have a guest…

The lights begin to flicker now, as Terry Jones walks out unto the stage. This causes Kevin Jenkins to turn his attention to the older man. Valdez notices this, rising to his feet and grabbing the smaller man around his neck and planting Jenkins HARD into the mat below with a choke slam! Connolly is still shaken and back on his feet anyway. He stumbles into Valdez who easily lifts him up, and gorilla press slam’s Connolly into the mat below! Rising to his feet, Valdez stands tall now, his chest muscles popping up and down..

Creep: Rookie mistake here. Everyone knows that where there is Terry Jones… the monster is close behind.

The fans scream as Titan bursts through the entrance curtain now! “Warrior” by Disturbed begins to play as the monster races down the ramp way and slides into the ring. The ref immediately runs up to stop Titan from interfering, only to back away in pure fear! Valdez, to his credit, does not back down though! He rushes up to Titan, unleashing a series of lefts and rights upon the monster! Without hesitation, he tries to use the same move that put away Titan last week… The Chin Check!

Gibson: WOW! Valdez may be the new big thing around here! He is going to pull of the impossible yet again!

Grabbing the head of Titan, Valdez hops up to begin the maneuver, only to be caught in mid air under Titan’s massive arms! Before Valdez can react, Titan then plants Valdez into the mat hard with a hellish power bomb!!! Raising his clenched fists to the arena around him, Titan screams a loud war cry as Valdez remains unconscious at his feet! Titan then looks around the ring, seeing Connolly lying nearby. The monster of the EUW grabs the foot of Connolly, and drags him over and on top of Valdez, ordering the ref to count the pin fall.

Gibson: You have to be kidding..

Satisfied, Titan leaves the ring and heads up the ramp way laughing. He meets Terry Jones on the stage, heading backstage and out of view..

1..
2.…
Jenkins yanks Connolly off of Valdez to break up the pin!

Connolly begins to rise to his feet, as Jenkins pummels him from behind! Connolly is now forced to back up due to the strikes as Jenkins steps back to gain a running start! Out of no where, As Jenkins charge Connolly counters the charge by bouncing off a nearby rope and nailing his finishing move.. The luck of the Irish (Tidal Wave Kick)!

1..
2.…
3!!

Skye: Your winner… Royce Connolly!
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Gibson: That was an amazing shot by Connolly there. He really impressed me out there as he overcame 3 other challengers to claim the victory!

Creep: Indeed… there was a feeling of calm coming off of him at all times. I expect big things from that man.

Connolly is shown helping Jenkins back to his feet as his theme song begins to play. The two men share a handshake as Connolly bows to the fans.

[primetime]

Jack Rogers is standing outside the EUW Locker Room. He looks into the camera, nods, and raps lightly on the door.

Dave - Come in.

Rogers timidly opens the door. Dave is standing to the left, arms folded, wrestling attire on, while Zack and Luck are discussing something as Luck takes off his dress shirt. He stops the instant he sees Jack Rogers and rolls his eyes. Zack says something to Luck and quickly walks away from the cameras viewpoint as Rogers stands to Lucks right, clutching his microphone tightly.

Rogers - Mr. Luck, tonight you have a huge match in the Pure Title Tournament, where you face the gigantic Brett Cross..Your thoughts?

Mr. Luck - Brett Cross? My thoughts on Brett Cross? Well, the man has some kind of mental psychosis thing going on, doesn't he? Look at him, man! He thinks he goes around killing giants, Gods and elves! He dresses up in furs and crap, and thinks he's some kind of disciple of Thor! I'm sorry, but my thoughts on him? He's just another giant sack of crap as far as i'm concerned.

Rogers - But, in the match..Surely you must see him as dangerous?

Mr. Luck - I do see him as dangerous, to a tiny extent. He's big, he's thuggish, but beyond that, what has he truly got aside from strength? Nothing. He has little technical ability, he's as slow and as dumb as a bag of rocks, and he's got zero submission skill. All he relies on is power, power, power and more power. Jack, you are looking at a guy who is a one-trick pony when you glance at Brett Cross. But me? I can mix it up! One minute i'm flying through the air planting my foot in his jaw, and the next i'm grabbing his leg, taking him down, and keeping him on the mat like a turtle on its back. Look past the power game, and you know what Brett Cross is? Simple. Common.

Rogers - What about his motivation?

Mr. Luck - Motivation? Run that by me.

Rogers - His first match back..The Pure Title tournament, a title he lost and would obviously love to hold again?

Mr. Luck - Oh, THAT! I couldn't give a crap if it is his first match back, just means that ring rust will be gnawing away at his limbs. As for this Tournament, who does Cross think he is anyway? 'Duh, I am..duh..Brett Cross and I..duh...believe I...duh...can get.....DUHHHHH..entered into a....DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...tournament because I was a....past...champeen...no..champoign...no..CHAMPION!' I mean, come on, Jack. That's not motivation, that's arrogance. He believes he has an entitlement to be entered into the Tournament on the basis that he was the past Champion! Luckily for him, and for the future and stockholders of this company, I plan to put the beast down and give this company a new Champion, not some old has-been fatass who got lost on his way to a Lord of the Rings convention.

Rogers - So you're confident in your chances?

Mr. Luck - Jack.

Rogers - Yes?

Mr. Luck - Do I look confident?

Rogers stays silent for a few seconds.

Mr. Luck - Dave.

The towering form of Big Dave stands behind Jack Rogers, arms folded, and stares down at the top of his head. Jack slowly turns around, and goes face-to-chest with Big Dave. He starts trembling slightly.

Mr. Luck - Now, do I look confident?

Rogers - Y..Yes?

Mr. Luck - Damn right I do! Dave, show him the door.

Dave leans down and grabs Jack by the lapels of his suit, lifting him up with ease and carrying him away. The camera pans to see Dave walking to the door, but it is quickly pulled back by Mr. Luck himself to focus on him, and only him.

Mr. Luck - Listen here, Brett Cross. The race goes to swift, and you're about as swift as a crippled tortoise waddling through peanut butter. You think i'm going to let you enter this competition randomly and make a fool of me? No chance in hell. This Tournament is to give the people a Pure Champion who deserves the title, not some old loser who is as Pure as a stain on a pair of boxer shorts. You think you're big? You think you're tough? You might be, but when i'm in that ring with you tonight, you will find out that size doesn't matter when you roll yourself a pair of Snake Eyes and find yourself flat on the mat, looking up at the heathen Gods you worship. I won't let these fans down and lose to you, because these fans need a Champion. They need me. Not some heathen they don't like and never will like.

Mr. Luck pats the side of the camera and points to the door.

Mr. Luck - Now, get out. I'm trying to change.

[primetime]

Back in the arena, Rock Gibson and Creep are leading up to the next match...

Gibson: This is going to be a big one folks, Eddie Laurel vs. Jack Bull

Creep: Probably not a lot of love lost between those two, Rock. My prediction is-

Suddenly, the projector screen flickers to life and the cameras take us to a bizarre and strange location. As the camera moves forward we see the camera focuses upon a decrepit and decaying house, seemingly abandoned years ago. The cameraman moves forward to the faded brown, paint-chipped front door and slowly pushes it open. As the door eases open with an intense squeak, the cameraman pans the room for any sign of life but finds nothing but dust covered cloths laying over a few pieces of abandoned furniture. However, finally the camera pans over to the far corner of the room, where a person seems to be sitting in the corner with his bowed. The cameraman moves closer to the person, noting that there seems to be no breathing. Wondering if he perhaps stumbled upon a corpse, the cameraman lets out an audible breath of fright as the head snaps up and the cold piercing eyes of the one called The Scorpion penetrate the reflective glass of the camera lens. Many rumors have circulated about this bizarre individual, however this is the first time a face has been attached to words.

The Scorpion’s eyes grow wide with anger and he springs to his feet in one motion, almost angry that his solitude has been disturbed. However, the show of emotion lasts only a split second, as he calms himself quickly and flicks his head back to remove his hair from his face. With this done, he simply sneers at the cameraman and finally utters a single statement.

Scorpion: Make a chain, for the land is filled with crimes of blood and the city is full of violence, Ezekiel 7:23.

After uttering that simple statement, The Scorpion turns and looks as if he’s going to leave. However, his attention is diverted when he passes by a large piece of furniture covered in cloth. He cocks his head to side inquisitively before grabbing onto the cloth and yanking it off the large piece. As the cloth falls to the floor the young one’s eyes go wide for only a split second, as if to indicate some type of internal reaction to what he sees. In front of him sits a large grand piano, the dust coated on the keys indicating long term lack of use. He continues to gaze at the piano as his breathing suddenly begins to quicken into short, sharp bursts. It is obvious that the sight of the instrument has triggered a forgotten memory in the recesses of the young one’s mind that is now attempting to surface once again.

The breathing becomes so sharp that the black soul appears to lose his equilibrium, as he has to grab onto a nearby cloth-covered piece of furniture to maintain his footing. His hand visibly shaking, it is obvious that piano has triggered some type of trauma from his past, as the trademark anger and hate is gone from his eyes and is replaced with a quiet sadness that seems to emanate from the very core of his being. Still trembling, the young one slowly sits on the stool in front of the piano and runs his fingers over the dusty keys, watching as the dust accumulates on his black open-fingered gloves. The scene could be reminiscent of the legendary work entitled The Phantom of the Opera, as the one seated at the piano is dressed in a long coat and is scorned from society because of the inherent differences between he and the rest of the world.

Back in the arena, just about everyone is now heavily disturbed, not least of which being the announcers.

Gibson (whispering): This is beyond creepy. Why are we even showing this? Does anyone even know who the hell this guy is?

While fighting back the emotion he has sworn so vehemently to resist, the young one undertakes a relatively shocking activity as he begins to play the piano in front of him with significant skill. Over and over his fingers rain down on the keys, producing a beautiful melody that sounds as if it could have been produced by one of the classical legends such as Beethoven or Mozart. Perhaps more surprisingly is the nonchalance with which the dark one plays the song, as it is obvious that his human side is playing the melody while his fanatic side is resisting this openly “human” activity. Finally, the fanatic appears to slaughter humanity once again as he quickly stops and the trademark fires of rage reclaim the haunting green eyes once again.

The incredible anger overtaking his psyche once again, the black spirit quickly jumps to his feet and flips the stool over with one arm, obviously enraged at the fact that he allowed himself to become human for a fleeting moment. This rage boils over to the breaking point as the young one begins turning over various pieces of furniture in the room, obviously angered beyond belief at his supposed show of weakness. He continues expressing his rage as he proceeds to punch himself in the head several times, obviously blinded by rage at his succumbing to humanity for a brief moment.

The camera begins shaking in fear due to the cameraman’s fright as The Scorpion proceeds to scream in incredible anger. He continues to scream out in rage, hitting himself even harder as the seconds go by. The scene gets even more frightening when he spots a rusty chain near the piano that was apparently left when the house was abandoned. He quickly grabs the chain and looks up, as if asking for guidance.

The purpose of the look becomes shockingly clear at this moment, as the dark soul slowly picks up the heavy metal chain and wraps it around his right hand, making sure to draw it tight and taut. With this done, the psychotic entity known as The Scorpion once again embraces his seemingly complete insanity as he proceeds to bash himself in the head over and over with the steel chain! Continuously he bashes himself in the forehead, however perhaps the most interesting aspect of the scenario is his eyes. While wide with shock due to the intense pain, the eyes give off a sense of quiet peace, as if his psyche has become calm due to this beating. He finally ceases the brutal bashing and drops the chain to the floor; however this does nothing to stifle the gruesomeness of his demeanor. The young one stands absolutely covered in blood as he spews his plasma onto the floor, yet he merely gets a demonic grin on his face and actually snickers, as if entertained by the self-inflicted brutality.

Gibson (whispering): Dear God…this man is sick…

While still holding this bizarre and disturbing smile, The Scorpion slowly kneels in prayer to his lord and savior. The cameraman has seen enough at this point and drops the camera before quickly sprinting out of the house. As static consumes the video feed, the last thing we see is a profound sight. With the blood forming a puddle around his kneeling body, The Scorpion closes his eyes and spreads his arms, obviously reaching out to the heavens looking for the loving embrace of a father…

And then it’s over, as quickly as it began. The crowd breathes an audible sigh of relief and the tension slowly fades away. Even the redoubtable Creep has to take a few seconds before taking up the microphone once more...

[primetime]

Jack Rodgers: Hey folks, I am standing here waiting for Titan to walk through this doorway! Just moments ago, he viciously attacked AJ Valdez and set what looks to be a lengthy feud between the two large men. Wait.. Here he comes!

Jack rushes up to Titan who is laughing alongside Terry Jones. The two men suddenly come to a halt as Rodgers shoves a microphone in front of the two of them.

Rodgers: Titan, you just attacked Valdez in a fashion that I don’t think the new star has ever seen. Why did you do that? What is your next step now that Valdez will obviously be gunning for you?

Titan looks down at Rodgers, causing the smaller man to slink slightly away. Terry Jones snatches the microphone out of Rodgers hand now, sending the EUW employee running out of sight. With a large grin, the Jones stares into the camera as the fans boo relentlessly..

Jones: Come on, folks! Really? Boo us all you want! It won’t make a bit of difference.

The fans begin to boo once again…

Jones: You are looking at the future.. EUW World Champion.. Right here standing next to me. Last week, Titan destroyed the number one contender, only to have the kid’s family try to ambush him. Titan showed them though… didn’t he? It took damn near 3 of them to fend off the monster!

Terry pauses while he stares up into Titan’s gaze. Titan makes no move or response.

Jones: We are done accepting the food scraps that the EUW offers us. Look around the locker room and you will be hard pressed to find one man that has withstood the onslaught from this man beside me. There is only one logical step left to handle.. And that is Chris Sabora. AJ Valdez was an example. You know, why don’t Titan tell you himself what the reality of the situation is..

Jones now hands the microphone to the large hand of Titan as the fans boo relentlessly. He laughs in response, gesturing for the boos to continue.

Titan: GO AHEAD! BOO ME! EVERY LAST FUCKING ONE OF YOU! Do you know what I do after I kick the shit out of whomever is in the ring with me every 2 weeks? I sure as hell do not go home and cry myself to sleep because you all hate me! I find a large bottle of booze, and a bitch to take home…. And HANDLE MY BUSINESS!

The fans boo louder as Terry Jones covers his face due to his laughing..

Titan: I AM IMPERVIOUS! That asshole Valdez was too stupid to realize that! Lessons needed to be taught.. But I am not done yet. I challenge Valdez to a match, at Prestige, in my trademark style… the STEEL CAGE! That’s right. I want that fuck’s worthless body in my element just so I can add his name to the list of idiots who ever dared to cross me! Rest assured though.. When I finish with him, I am coming for you… Sabora. Keep on ducking me. Go ahead! KEEP ON DUCKING ME! I will catch you…

Titan leans into the camera now, his face starts to become red with his blood rising.

Titan: I will catch you… and then I will punish you. Keep my belt nice and shiny for me.

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Pure Qualifier Round 2)
Eddie Laurel vs. Jack Bull

Creep: I am so glad… I am not Sabora.

Gibson: Titan may be pissed.. But it isn’t anything that the champion can not handle. First though, he needs to worry about 415.

Creep: Titan vs. Valdez at Prestige? Steel Cage? This could be huge…

Gibson: Speaking of huge, the next round of the Pure Title tourney is set to begin! Last week, we watched as Rodrigo found himself on the losing end of his match, only to come up dirty in a steroid test backstage. Now, Brett Cross enters the fray. Let’s head to the ring, where Skye is set to announce the next match!

The feed shits to the ring now. A display case rests at ringside, displaying the new EUW Pure Championship in all of it’s glory.

Skye: The next match is scheduled for one fall… and is part of the PURE TOURNEY! A 30 minute time limit is in effect. Coming out first.. Hailing from Colchester.. ENGLAND!

The fans immediately scream in delight at their hometown hero!

Skye: JACK BULL!

As the opening wails of "Spitfire" by 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. Jack is shouting and signalling at the fans to raise the roof. Entering the ring, he proceeds to climb the nearest turnbuckle, giving the fans the "Hook'em Horns" sign.

Gibson: Jack Bull is a man on a mission tonight. For far too long, championship gold has eluded him. Tonight, he continues on the road to rectifying that.

Skye: And his opponent.. From parts unknown.. EDDIE LAUREL!

"Psychosis" blasts out of the speakers, and Eddie Laurel steps out, accompanied by Jedediah King, and walks smartly to the ring. In contrast to his calm demeanour, Jed is playing to the crowd, high fiving people and jumping around. It seems as though Jed is more naturally comfortable with this activity, whereas Eddie seems to prefer being more straight-laced. While he is waiting for Jed, Eddie climbs into the ring and removes his jacket, and rolls up his shirt sleeves. Before long, Jed climbs into the ring, and he brings Eddie over to the middle of the stage where they both take a bow.


Creep: Laurel has really made an impact over the last few weeks, starting with his brutal attack upon Jack Bull as Scars and Stripes. Tonight, the two men square off in what looks to be a grudge match of epic proportions!

Gibson: I can’t wait!

The bell is rung as the ref steps out of the way. Not even hesitating, Bull rushes across the ring now, letting it all go with a flurry of lefts and rights! Laurel finds himself on the defense quickly now as he is backed into a nearby corner and pummeled relentlessly!

Creep: Bull wants to kick it into high gear early here. I guess he has payback on his mind!

Gibson: Laurel is always the trickster. Keep that in mind too.

Bull drives his forehead now into the face of Bull, laughing as he does so! Laurel has a look of shock upon his face as he stumbles backward, coming to a halt upon the turnbuckle cushion behind him. After playing to the fans a bit, Bull reaches back for a huge strike, only to have Laurel’s fingers stabbed into his eye sockets!

Creep: Desperation move there!

Bull stumbles backwards now, holding his open hands over his eye. Laurel shakes off the cobwebs in the mean time, stalking his victim like a jungle cat. With a flick of the arm, he lifts Bull up easily, nailing a side suplex!

Gibson: Great skill with that attack!

Bull rolls over, trying to regain himself, only to have his hand stomped hard by Laurel! Bull rolls around in pain, holding his hand! Eddie repeats the attack now on his outstretched legs, unleashing with all that he has! Crawling forward, Jack reaches for the bottom rope, only to be dragged back to the center of the ring by his leg! Dropping hard unto his knee, Eddie locks in an unconventional maneuver in the form of a knee breaker!

Gibson: It looks like Laurel is relying on some mat wisdom to get an edge here. Bull has previously injured that leg at the hands of EUW World Champion, Chris Sabora. This could play a part in the match if Eddie causes him to re-injure it here!

Holding unto the move tightly, Eddie smiles as he cranks the knee tightly! Bull is grimacing in agony as he fights off the pain! The fans begin to chant now for Bull to recover as he slowly turns over… reversing the pressure back on Laurel now!!

Laurel releases the hold quickly, hobbling away! Bull rises to his feet now, losing his balance due to a weakened limb. He falls against the ropes hard, as Laurel rushes him! Bull somehow gets his wits about him though, ducking in just the right moment and appearing behind the now bewildered Eddie Laurel! He grabs Laurel and easily lifts him high into the air, falling backwards with a picture perfect suplex! He then covers for the pin..

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2...
Laurel kicks out!

Creep: Bull is doing what he can to get the match under control here. The question remains, can he do it with a weakened wheel underneath him?!

Bull inches closer to Laurel now, running his knuckles against the bridge of Laurel’s nose! The fans cheer as the ref orders him to halt the attack! Bull then drives his fist into the forehead of Laurel two times, following it up by hooking the leg for the pin count..

1..
2.…
Laurel raises a shoulder just in time!

Bull is frustrated now, as he grabs a handful of Laurel’s hair and the both of them rise to their feet. Eddie quickly tries to recover with another eye gouge, only to have his hand slapped away by Bull! Bull punches Eddie now.. And Eddie punches him back! Eddie now punches Bull once more.. And Bull kicks him in the gut, following it up with a snap suplex! Again, he covers for the pin count..

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Laurel kicks out yet again!

Gibson: How much punishment can Laurel take here, ladies and gentlemen? Bull has been literally beating the shit out of Laurel and yet.. The man will not give up!

Creep: It’s all about the Pure Title, bud. Special things can happen under special circumstances…

Bull begins to apply the pressure to Laurel, as he leans in to him with his forearm placed upon Laurel’s neck. Eddie wiggles a bit, finding just enough room for him to slide free and drive his knee into the rib cage of Jack Bull!

Gibson: SHIT! That’s the injured ribcage of Jack Bull that Eddie just attacked! Eddie is the one who did that damage to Bull a few weeks ago! This could change things instantly!

Bull holds unto his ribs now as Eddie grabs his shoulders from behind. With a quick roll, he wraps Jack Bull up into a small package pin!

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Bull kicks out!

Both men stagger to their feet, only for Laurel to be a tad bit quicker! He lands the dragonrana upon Jack Bull, sending him to the mat hard! Standing up in the center of the ring, Eddie signals for the end now, and then begins to head towards the turnbuckle post..

Creep: This could be it, ladies and gentlemen. Not many can withstand an attack from Laurel when he uses the “Danse Russe”!

Eddie launches off the turnbuckle, only for Jack to counter at the last minute by stepping out of the way! Jack takes a huge swing at Laurel who counters as well, ducking under the punch and nailing the.. Values 67’! (Shiranui) Eddie then covers for the pin!

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3!!!

Skye: Your winner.. Eddie Laurel!

Gibson: Amazing finish by these two men here!

Creep: Agreed… the Pure Title is still up for grabs!

Laurel remains on the mat, breathing hard as Jack Bull lies motionless. Eddie then nods at himself, content that he was able to get the job done as he slowly rises to his feet. He looks over his shoulder as he exit’s the ring, only to catch sight of Jack Bull…. Flipping him off.

Gibson: This isn’t over by a longshot…

[primetime]

Voice: Mr. Kennedy, may I have a moment of your time?

Kennedy takes a big deep breath as he answers

Kennedy: Sure, come on in.

The fans cheer once again as Skye enters the office of the EUW President. Realizing that it is her, Kennedy pushes aside his project and leans back in the chair, offering a smile in return.

Kennedy: What can I do for you?

Skye: I am a photographer, sir. When I first thought of working for the EUW, I had hoped to be involved in the magazine department or something like that. Standing in the ring and shaking my ass was not what I had in mind.

Kennedy: Oh? Then how about this. Tell me what you have in mind. Just know that the announcer job is yours regardless. Consider it.. A challenge of character. By the way, how are you enjoying the new home that the company purchased for you? I am sure it is much better than living with those dirty bikers.

Skye: Those dirty bikers are my family.

Kennedy: Sorry. So, about that reporter position. How about this? You will have the opportunity to be a part of the magazine in the next few months! I am opening a brand new online magazine that will showcase our stars! You, will be the person creating the content.

Smiling, Skye stops herself from jumping up and down and answers..

Skye: Great, Mr. Kennedy! I was thinking, we can do a spread on life behind the ropes! My boyfriend, Toby Hunter has a wealth of images and stories that he could..

(Interrupting.) Kennedy: No offense, Skye.. But Hunter is old news around here. The public wants to hear about the next big thing in our business! They want to understand and cheer for the man who represents the very fabric of the EUW! They want… Chris Sabora!

Immediately uncomfortable, Skye shifts her weight as she answers.

Skye: Sabora? That wasn’t.. what I had in mind.

Kennedy: Of course it wasn’t! It is what the public has in their minds though and that is where we need to be placing our talents! You are going to be taking the next few months and doing a spread on the EUW Champion. I want images, articles.. You know it. You will follow The Machine, and give every detail into what makes the man tick! That should keep you busy.

Skye: Fine. If that is what you wish.

Walking out from behind the desk, Kirk places his hand upon Skye’s shoulder and speaks.

Kennedy: You might be surprised. You could even end up enjoying yourself.

[primetime]

A hallways comes into view now as Christian Stephens is seen approaching. Various arena employees glance in his direction as he does so until a voice speaks from just out of view..

Voice: This changes nothing.. You know that, right?

Stephens: Excuse me?

Stopping in his tracks, Stephens turns to face the voice. A man stands leaning against the wall close by, dressed in a sharp suit. That man.. Is Evan Black.

Black: I know what is going on here. You see, there is the two of us, returning after a lengthy absence. Immediately we are thrown in the ring together, poised to tear one another apart. See any connections?

Stephens: Yeah, Mr. Kennedy must want your ass to get kicked. So he had me do the job for him.

Laughing, Black answers..

Black: No… not quite. Kennedy knows that the two of us can not exist in the same fed. It isn’t possible. So, keep that in mind, I felt it was my duty to inform you that tonight.. I will be looking to snap your fucking leg. Oh, and if that walking retard of a World Champion gets in the way, I will break him off too! Hell, 415 could get some of this if he wants as well! I am not here to make friends and I am certainly not some chump who will stand by and let others shit all over my legacy. This may be a mixed tag… but to me it is much more serious.

Stephens approaches Black now with a very serious look in his eyes.

Stephens: Then do what you have to do, Evan. Your words don’t phase me. I have come back to finally show the world what I am made of and nothing will stop me from that.. Not even you. Tonight, the game changes..

Walking away, Stephens exit’s the hallway and out of view as Evan steps out from the shadows. Shaking his head, he turns and begins to walk the opposite direction only to find his way blocked.. By a large man.

Black: I would appreciate it if you moved out of my fucking way..

The shadow does not move however, offering heavy breathing in return. Evan Black steps back a bit to a safe distance.

Black: Who the fuck are you supposed to be?

The large man steps out of the shadows now, his long hair flowing down the sides of his face and over his shoulders. A long hand made trench coat flows from his shoulders to the floor itself, sliding along the pavement that is the hallway flooring. Deep inset eyes, black as coal, glare down at Evan Black as Brett Cross steps further into view. A layer of fur makes up the trim of his jacket, offering even more bulk to the large Viking.

Black: Oh, hey Brett. I didn’t realize it was you. Good luck on your match tonight.

Walking up to Black now, Brett Cross leans forward until they are literally nose to nose. Cross takes a few short snorts, squinting his eyes slightly. Nothing is spoken for a time, until Cross rises to full height once more. He then simply walks by Evan Black, offering no response. The sound of his trench coat sliding along the floor is the only response that is offered as he slowly fades from view.

Black: Damn…

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Pure Qualifier Round 2)
Mr. Luck vs Brett Cross

Gibson: Well now we get to the second match of our Pure Title tourney. Last week, Matt Rodriguez was defeated and then fired from the EUW due to steroid abuse. Stepping into his place is none other than the Norse Hammer himself.. Brett Cross. The thing is, something is different about that man.

Creep: I agree. You know, I have watched Brett throughout the years and seen him do some amazing things. This man that we see now may look like the Brett Cross we all know so well, but there is a different vibe to him for sure. He seems dark… foreboding.

Gibson: The question is, how will this play out for Mr. Luck then?

Creep: Mr. Luck can hold his own, jackass! What we are going to see is nothing short of war breaking out inside of that ring… literally.

Skye: The following match is set for one fall and will be active under the 30 minute rule. Coming out to the ring first, hailing Tampa Bay, Florida! He is Mr. Luck!

When the music hits, the lights go out in the arena. As the opening guitar riff and vocals sound, the lights re-emerge, a bright gold and red colour. Once the main section of the music begins, Luck walks out onto the stage, adjusting the tie of his suit and grinning at the audience, stopping at the top of the ramp and giving them a wave. Cornell and "Big" Dave Markinson emerge from behind him. Cornell takes off Lucks suit blazer and folds it over his arm while Dave pats Lucks shoulders.

As they walk down the ramp, Luck unbuttons his pressed dress shirt, stopping midway up the ramp, taking off one of his many ties, and handing it to a young lady in the audience, grinning. All three men continue down the ramp, slapping hands along the way. At the bottom of the ramp, 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 Skye and motioning for the microphone. Skye reluctantly hands it over and Luck waves her off, walking into the middle of the ring and looking at the crowd, grinning. The music cuts off.

Gibson: Mr. Luck is ready for the big dance in my opinion.

Creep: Thanks for the opinion, Happy Pants.

Gibson: Huh?

Skye: And his opponent. Hailing out of parts unknown.. Brett Cross!

The sounds of Inis Mona's intro blare out of the PA system and in the quiet before the first verse, pyros go off over the entrance and Brett Cross makes his way out from underneath a waterfall of golden sparks. Inis Mona continues as Cross walks down the ramp, his face full of motivation.

Cross steps up to the ring using the steps and then climbs in over the top rope. Cross extends his arms wide in the middle of the ring in a symbol of the cross and then removes The Hammer Mjollnir from over his neck before kissing it and placing it over the turnbuckle. After, he turns to his opponent while loosening up for the match.

Gibson: Scary shit…

Creep: You can say that again. Try facing the dude, it’s even worse!

Cross remains in his corner, not taking his eyes off of Luck who is bouncing about in the ring across from him. The fans are cheering loudly now as the bell is finally.. Rung.

Immediately, Cross shoots out of his corner like a man possessed! Both of his arms are raised in a double 2 handed hammer as he comes at Luck! Luck notices this and slides out of the ring immediately! Cross hit’s the turnbuckle instead very hard, literally making a loud sound due to the impact of his fists. Luck smiles now, looking around the arena as they begin to boo him in return.

Gibson: Smart defensive play by Luck there. I would have slid out and continued right on up the ramp if it was me.

Creep: If it was you, Cross would have laughed instead.

After waiting for Cross to back up a bit, Luck slides into the ring and slowly gets back to his feet. Cross is a bit more cautious now, as he remains standing. Luck takes the charge this time, rushing Cross and driving his knuckles into Cross’s stomach region! Cross does not even flinch however. Luck chooses ot punch Cross in the face this time, barely getting a response out of the big man. Shaking his head in frustration, Luck looks up only to find Cross swinging his large arm for a clothesline at him.. One Luck easily ducks in response!

Luck then changes game plan on the fly, showing his incredible ring flow, and instead drives his knuckles into Cross’s kneecap! Cross bends over know in pain! Luck rushes to the ropes, bouncing off them for more power and then drives both of his feet into the back of Cross’s legs in a baseball slide maneuver! Cross is finally sent to the mat below!

Gibson: WOW! Luck is really using his head and surprising the world with this sudden attack upon Brett Cross. Not many can claim to getting the big man down on the mat!

Creep: It’s also a smart plan. Brett will find it hard to utilize his vast upper body strength when down on the mat as well!

Cross immediately begins to rise up to his knees now, far from weakened. Luck is on the attack once more, rushing to the ropes and leaping off of them! He nails the Shining Diamond maneuver! Cross instantly crumbles to the mat hard, this time landing on his arm and shoulder!

Rolling away, Luck steps back now. Breathing hard and wiping off his lips with the back of his hand. Cross is stirring, still showing that there is plenty in the tank. Luck looks at Cross and then to the nearby turnbuckle. He then nods and runs to the turnbuckle, climbing quickly to the top!

Gibson: What will Luck do now?!

He looks around the arena as he remains on the top buckle. Below him, Cross is rising to his feet once again. Cross turns around, and watches as Luck launches into the air with his body stretched out.. For the super body press! Cross easily catches him however, and begins to walk around the ring with Luck firmly within his grasp! Then, in one easy gesture, Cross flings Luck over his head and to the mat below!

Creep: What s show of power by Brett Cross! Luck looked to have this match firmly within his grasp, when out of no where, Cross has turned the tables. I am literally sitting on the edge of my seat here, ladies and gentlemen!

Gibson: I agree! Brett Cross is at his best when waging the attack on his terms.

Walking over to Luck, Cross grabs fir his shoulders and brings Luck up to his feet. Luck responds by punching Brett in the face. Cross returns fire with a huge head butt… sending Luck back to the mat once more. Offering a few quick stomps from his large boots, Cross looks to the fans over his shoulder, blowing his hair out of his eyes. Luck is slowly trying to get away, and so Cross grabs a handful of tights. Cross then drives his knuckles into the lower spine of Luck! Luck lands flat on his face, grimacing in agony!

Gibson: Ouch. That had to hurt.

Creep: Luck needs to do something at this point… anything! He can not let Cross continue this pace!

Luck is rolling on the mat now, fighting off the pain. Cross easily brings Luck to his feet once again. He leaves Luck wobbling about, as he runs to the ropes and bounces… coming back with the Big Boot! Luck reacts just in time though, side stepping the boot. He then uses whatever energy he has left in him to jump in the air and nail a double missile drop kick to Cross! Cross does not fall however, only stumbling backward instead. Luck rises to his feet now, and begins to head towards the turnbuckle once again!

Gibson: Luck is hell bent on taking it to the air. I just wonder if it will fare like it did last time.

Cross shakes off the cobwebs faster this time, and follows Luck. In an act of pure skill, Luck uses the bottom rope as a launching pad, and takes it to the air to the unsuspecting Cross! With both legs, he performs a Caesar’s Head Scissors Maneuver (Running Crucifix Head Scissors)! Cross finds himself propelled to the mat hard, his power to fight off the attacks upon him severely diminished at this point! Luck does not release the scissors upon impact, choosing to apply even more pressure to the large man instead!

Creep: Damn good move by Luck here! The fans are cheering him on now. He seems to have impressed the whole arena by his display of skill tonight.

Gibson: That’s correct, Creep. No one would have suspected that Luck would last this long against Brett Cross. He seems to have weakened the Viking to the point where Luck is actually causing damage! Can Luck capitalize here! Can he move on to the final round of the Pure Tournament!

Still squeezing his legs as hard as he can, Luck tries to cut off the air intake of Brett Cross. Brett tries to pry open the hold, but Luck keeps at it. Cross reaches out now, doing his best to find a rope. In a display of strength, Cross turns both Luck and himself over.. And grabs on to the nearby bottom rope. Luck releases instantly, choosing instead to drive the heel of his boot into the face of Brett Cross!

Luck rolls away now. He rises to his feet and takes a moment to gain some energy back. Below, Brett is rising.. Albeit slower. Rubbing his chin, he looks over his shoulder at Luck. Luck waits for a moment, almost daring Cross to come at him with an eye gesture. Cross obliges, grunting as he rises yet again. Luck rushes Cross and performs The Desert Boot (Running Bicycle kick)!

Cross is the one countering this time, as he literally steps aside and uses Luck’s momentum to catch Luck and nail a huge back body drop!! Luck tumbles to the mat hard. Cross grabs the leg and attempts the pin.

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Kick out by Luck!

Gibson: A early pin by Cross. He must be hurt more than he is letting on.

Creep: Ladies and gentlemen, we are 17 minutes into this match and it is still anyone’s contest. Cross has just tried to pin Luck unsuccessfully. How long can these two men continue here? Can Luck find someway to walk away from this match a winner? Or will Cross close up the night in grand fashion?

Back on his feet, Cross picks up Luck, and hooks the arm. Pulling back, he nails a perfect suplex! Luck bounces on the mat upon impact. Cross does not release the move though, instead rising to his feet with Luck in tow and doing it once again! This time, he lets go of Luck and covers for the pin once more!

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Luck twists his body, breaking the count, and rolls Cross into a small package!!

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Cross kicks out!

Both men rise to their feet again! Cross is first to rebound, finally nailing the big boot upon Luck! Luck is sent to the mat hard for what must feel like the thousandth time! The fans begin to cheer for both men, as Cross backs away breathing hard.

Creep: I can’t believe what I am seeing here ladies and gentlemen. Both men seem evenly matched, and I can’t tell you who will walk away in once piece after this!

Gibson: Keep in mind, there is now 5 minutes left on the clock! Someone needs to wrap things up… time is now the enemy.

Cross walks towards Luck again, only to have Luck drive his boot into Cross’s stomach! Luck stumbles to his feet now, showing that he has been heavily worn down now. He turns to press the attack only to have his hands slapped away by Cross. He easily lifts Luck into the air and performs a gut wrench power bomb! Cross takes a step back after, and chooses to keep going. He picks up Luck, and lifts him high into the air with a 2 handed choke slam! Cross covers for the pin yet again..

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Luck raises a arm to break up the pin!

Cross is highly frustrated now as the fans begin to cheer loudly. The clock is ticking down to the final minute.

Cross pounds the mat hard, completely angered by how the match has gone. He picks up Luck like a rag doll and begins to squeeze him hard! The Bear Hug is applied by the big man as Luck screams in agony! With both hands raised in the air, Luck tries to then slide his arms underneath Cross’s grip but finds it futile. Cross is just too damn strong! Luck then chooses to head butt Cross but it ends up hurting himself more than Cross. With each squeeze of the ribs, Cross drains the last remnants of strength of Luck who is fading fast!

Luck know jabs his thumb into Cross’s eye, but Cross hangs on. Luck does it one more time, this time causing Cross to shake his head in anger! Finally, a 3rd jab makes Cross release his grip! Luck then hops up in the air to attempt a face buster on Cross only to be caught in mid air by the big man! Cross then plants Luck hard into the mat with a thunderous power bomb.. Covering for the pin!

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Luck barely raises his arm!! The fans go nuts!

Gibson: This match is incredible!

Creep: I agree… neither man will give up here. Luck is showing us that he has the stamina to go the distance tonight!

Cross sits up, frustrated to high hell. Out of no where, Luck uses a head scissors to bring the big man down! He locks in the neck of Cross and applies the pressure like never before! The clock is ticking away now on the match, down to 30 seconds left..

Cross grunts, calling upon whatever mystical forces that power him to break free. He begins pumping one fisted hand in the air, and then breaks free of the hold! Luck tries to reapply the hold but is batted away! This time, it is Cross who goes for the submission… locking in an armbar!

10 seconds remain..

Luck screams in terror, holding one open hand above the mat… he fights off the will to tap but it is taking over him..

5 seconds remain..

Luck reaches out for the bottom rope, and Cross leans back to prevent him from reaching it! Luck raises his hand yet again….

1 second…

Luck screams….

The bell rings..

Luck finally.. Taps out!

Gibson: Oh my… this match… wow

Creep: This match has gone the distance! Somehow, these two men gave their all but still found themselves as equals on this night!

Skye: This match… has been declared… a DRAW!


Gibson: Wow.. What a match by these two competitors. I have not seen such a high powered match up in a long time. The question is now, where do we go from here as far as the Pure tourney? We turn our attention to the video screen above the ring, as EUW President Kirk Kennedy prepares to speak.

The feed cuts to the large video screen above the stage area. Kirk Kennedy is shown, seated behind his now trademark desk.

Kennedy: Well, things have not quite gone as I have planned them in regards to the tournament have they? From Matt Rodrigo to this latest match right here, I am left with an important decision. How do I protect the integrity of the Pure Title and still give the opportunity these competitors deserve? Well, it is simple really. There is one show left until Prestige. Nothing will obviously be solved by then. So, I am hereby declaring that the EUW Pure Championship will be decided… at Prestige. It will be a fatal four way elimination match.. And the contestants will be Brett Cross, Eddie Laurel, Mr. Luck, and Jack Bull. We will have a new champion…

The feed cuts out.

Gibson: WOW! So there you have it. Prestige will be the place where a new Pure Champion is crowned!

Creep: We have seen 4 men literally give their all for that strap. That final confrontation is sure to be a memorable night!

[primetime]

Valdez: Fuck, my arm is killing me.

Seated in his locker room, AJ Valdez holds a ice pack unto a bruised bicep. Sitting beside him, 415 leans forward. Behind him, another competitor is barely in view.

415: That fucking Titan will pay for what he has done to our family. One way.. Or another.

Valdez: Bet on that. I am accepting that challenge from Titan, and I plan on showing him who the real fucking monster is around here.

Voice: Did someone say monster?

Valdez and 415 slowly turn around to face the voice, as a bald man is seen smiling sitting across the way.

Voice: I thought you two were too old to believe in monsters. No wonder this place is made fun of by everyone. You guys call yourselves wrestlers?

415: Who in the hell do you think you are? Do you even know who we are talking about?

Valdez: Yeah man. You might want to shut your mouth, before I shut it for you.

The man stands up now, walking towards 415 and Valdez. He is wearing jean shorts and a hunting jacket.

Voice: My name is Chuck Johnson… and you aren’t shutting no one up tonight, asshole.

The crowd begins to cheer.

Johnson: I saw what that big boy did to you tonight. That’s embarrassing if you ask me. And look at you, 415 I believe? Aren’t you supposed to be the next challenger to the championship?

415: You bet your ass I am!

Chuck Johnson begins to laugh as he places one boot on the bench beside him.

Johnson: Right. Sounds like an easy win for Sabora if you ask me. What the hell do I know though, I am just the new guy. Good luck out there tonight, 415. You are going to need it. Oh, and Valdez… you are going to get your chance to shut me up next week. You see, the two of us are going to have us a little fun. No, not the jail type fun you are used to. I mean, some straight up brawling old school style! Don’t spend the next 2 weeks preparing for Titan… I guaran-damn-tee you.. I am even worse! See you then, honey.

Chuck Johnson leaves the locker room now, as 415 turns to Valdez.

415: What an asshole….

[primetime]

Main Event
(Tag Match)
Evan Black & 415 vs. Christian Stephens & Chris Sabora

Gibson: And now we get to the main event of the evening. 4 men will share the ring tonight, as 415 and Evan Black face Christian Stephens and EUW Champion, Chris Sabora.

Creep: We have not seen The Machine in action since his title win. Fans are eagerly anticipating his return.

Gibson: Let’s not forget the bad blood that has been brewing between Stephens and Black either. Now matter how you slice this one.. We are in for some action tonight!

Skye: And now.. The main event. Coming to the ring first. Out of Seattle Washington, he is.. Evan Black!

Spotlights most to the top of the ramp as the delicious beat of "Soundtrack 2 My Life" by Kid Cudi blares through the pa system. Thunderous roars of approval rise from the crowd even before Evan Black saunters out, looking positively stoked. Black walks down the ramp, moving his body to the beat of Cudi, before he slides into the ring. Black climbs up to the second rope and points his finger at the most distant fans in the nosebleeds. He hops off and turns to face his opponent as the music dies down.

Gibson: Last week, Evan returned in grand style! He came in through the roof Creep!

Skye: And his partner, the number one contender to the World Championship.. 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.

Gibson: Skye didn’t say that 415 was from San Francisco. I wonder why?

Creep: Cause 415 is the area code to San Francisco you dumb ass! Were you the only one who applied for this job when J.J left?

Skye: And their opponents. Coming out first, Los Angeles California.. Mr LA! Christian Stephens!

The lights go out....Suddenly "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.

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 get ready for his match

Creep: It’s good to see that man back again.

Skye: And his partner…

The crowd begins to grow louder. A few screams are heard.

Skye: Also hailing out of Los Angeles California. He is the EUW World Champion.. Chris SABORA!

The lights dim. The fans are cheering loudly. A thin stream of golden fireworks erupt from each corner of the stage now as “The Sounds of Madness” by Shinedown begins to play. Walking through the entrance, Chris Sabora stops and stares out at the fans with that trademark glare of his. The EUW is easily seen as it rests draped over his shoulder. After a few brief moments, Sabora begins to walk down the ramp way now… heading towards the ring. The fans are going completely nuts at the sight of him, as Sabora slowly ascends the metal steps and finds his way into the ring.

The other three competitors stare at him but make no move in his direction as Sabora walks to center ring.. And stops. He looks at each opponent now, an emotionless look up his face. Slowly now, he raises one hand with the world title in his grasp, to show it to the fans around the arena.

Gibson: There is our World Champion, Chris Sabora. How long has it been since we have seen such a dominant superstar such as Chris?

Creep: Quite a long time, Rock. Chris Sabora is the absolute symbol of elite skill and charisma. The fans cheer him on to victory despite how he portrays himself… due to the amount of respect they have for the man.

Sabora begins to head towards his team’s corner now, offering the World Title to the referee in the process. As his theme song slowly fades out, he steps through the ropes and opts for Stephens to begin the match.

The bell finally rings.

Stephens nods at the World Champion, only to turn around and find himself attacked from behind by an eager 415! With a series of lefts and rights, 415 lays into Stephens, driving him face first into the turnbuckle! Backing up now, 415 charges Stephens only to receive an elbow to the jaw! 415 is sent stumbling backwards now as Stephens begins the attack!

Gibson: And we are underway! 415 begins the attack as he attacks Stephens.

Stephens approaches 415 now, only to be put back on the defense! 415 twists his body somehow, hitting Stephens with a spin kick to the face! He then runs at Stephens and nails the huricanarana! Stephens rolls unto the mat hard. 415 then looks at Sabora who makes no effort to help his partner.

Evan Black is holding out his hand for the tag. 415 notices this and drags Stephens to their corner before tagging Black in. The fan begin to boo Black as he starts to stomp Stephens on the out stretched arm! Black then places Stephens arm on the bottom rope proceeds to slam down hard upon it with both his feet! Stephens rolls around in pain!

Creep: Evan is attacking like a man possessed!

Dragging Stephens to the center of the ring now, Evan stomps Stephens one more time before flipping Sabora off with his middle finger! Sabora does not respond however, as he remains in the corner peacefully. Evan then steps back and jumps into the air for a leg drop!

Stephens somehow finds the strength to roll away at the right moment, causing Evan to crash hard into the mat! The fans begin to cheer for Stephens as he stumbles to his feet and races for his corner! Evan has the presence of mind, however to grab Stephens by the belt. He yanks him down into a small package pin!

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Stephens kicks out!

Both men race to their feet now. Evan grabs Stephens first, only to be kicked in the groin! Evan holds his crotch in agony and walks away, only for Stephens to nail a running bulldog upon Black! Stephens then turns to the fans to celebrate, before spinning around and dropping the elbow on to the back of Evan Black! Grabbing a handful of hair, Stephens brings Evan to his feet once more, and spins him around for the Sunset Strip (Dragon Sleeper)!

Gibson: The pressure is being applied here by Stephens. These two men are literally tearing one another apart!

Evan Black begins to tremble, slowly finding the will to counter the move and reposition himself. With a quick kick, he sends his boot into Stephen’s gut! He then brings Stephens in, performing The Clarity (Pele Kick)! Stephens crashes hard to the mat below as 415 begins to ask for the pin. Evan gestures that there will be no tag, as he brings Christian to his feet.

Creep: uh oh. No team work by Black? How will this play out?

With a quick gesture, Black signals for the end. He grabs Christian by the hair, bringing him to his feet. Grabbing Stephens, he lifts the man high into the air for the Emerald City 1 Special (Emerald Fusion), only for Stephens to counter by breaking free and sliding down his back! Landing on his feet, Stephens steps back and performs a lion salt!

Stephens realizes that he needs time to recover, and so he begins to crawl towards his corner. Evan is slowly turning over himself, and heading towards 415 shortly after. The crowd cheers the men on as both men finally reach their corners… with Stephens getting there first!

Sabora easily hops over the top rope and heads into the ring. As he does so, Black tags in 415! Hopping unto the turnbuckle, 415 launches at Sabora, catching him off guard! He nails a picture perfect body splash unto the champion! Both men hit the mat hard, but as they do Sabora somehow is able to use the momentum of the fall to lock in a arm bar! Flipping over unto his back, 415 begins to scream in agony!

Gibson: Amazing counter by the champion here!

Black, knowing that he has to act now, rushes into the ring to break the submission! He does so by stomping Sabora on the shoulder, only to have Christian Stephens clothesline him hard to the mat! 415 rolls away holding his arm in agony!

Creep: Black may have just saved his team there.

Stephens exit’s the ring as Sabora kicks back up to his feet! Grabbing 415, he drives the masked man into the mat with a snap suplex. Sabora rolls over now, bringing 415 with him. In succession, Sabora uses a belly to belly suplex to continue the attack! The crowd is cheering loudly now, as Sabora slowly rises once more… his face looking deadly.

Evan Black finds his corner now, stepping through the ropes. He slaps the turnbuckle demanding the tag. Sabora drags 415 over to his corner, tagging Stephens back in.

Gibson: Great teamwork by the Two Chris’s.

Stephens begins to stomp 415, making sure to damage every limb along the way. He then steps back and nails the standing shooting star press! 415 holds unto his ribs, obviously hurt! Noticing this as well, Stephens backs up, prepared to repeat the maneuver. He launches into the air for yet another Standing shooting star press, only for 415 to raise his knees! Stephens is hurt this time, causing both men to find themselves lying on the mat.

The fans cheer loudly as 415 crawls to his corner. Stephens is crawling behind him, attempting to grab his pant leg. As 415 reaches Evan’s outstretched hand, Stephens grabs the pant leg only to be kicked off by 415! He then tags in Evan Black!

Creep: Ladies and gentlemen, the main event has not disappointed anyone tonight. All 4 competitors have been in the ring now, and it is still anyone’s game!

Evan enters the ring, using a baseball slide into Stephens. The crowd suddenly begins to cheer now… catching Black’s attention.

(SA-BOR-A… SA-BOR-A!)

Evan stomps Christian one more time before looking at the fans yet again. Finally, having heard enough, Evan picks up Christian and tosses him into Sabora’s corner. With a finger, he gestures for The Machine to face him..

Gibson: WOW! Evan Black is daring Chris Sabora to step in the ring!

Sabora accepts the tag from Stephens, and slowly makes his way into the ring. The two men approach one another, Evan Black mouthing words that are obviously insults. Evan than nails Sabora on the jaw, only for Sabora to return the shot! Evan does it against, this time causing Sabora to use a snap kick in response. Evan then brings Sabora in, twisting around for the Cute Car Crash (RKO)! Sabora hit’s the mat hard, as Evan bounces back to his feet!

Creep: Black is taking it to the champion here!

Evan than backs up, stalking his prey. Stephens sees this, and he does his best to find the strength to get in the ring in time. Sabora finds his way up to his feet, just in time to be kicked in the gut! Evan then grabs Sabora for the Paint it Black (Flipping DDT)!

Creep: This is it! The move that has put away countless legends of the ring! The Paint it Black!

Sabora shoves Evan away just in time! He then turns around and nails the Maximum Overdrive (RKO)!!! Evan slams hard into the mat, immediately knocked out cold! 415 lunges into the ring only to be speared by Christian Stephens! Sabora drops to the mat, and easily locks in The Machine (Anaconda Vice)!

Christian Stephens knows what he has to do, and so he locks in a lying sleeper hold on 415. 415 is forced to watch, as Evan Black taps out vigorously to Chris Sabora! The fans immediately begin to cheer loudly as Skye begins to speak…

Skye: Your winners… Christian Stephens and the EUW Champion, Chris Sabora!

Gibson: And there are your winners… wait, what is this?

“The Sounds of Madness” by Shinedown begins to slowly fade out as Christian Stephens and Chris Sabora stare at one another. The two men begin to approach one another now, never taking their eyes off of the prize. Stephens looks Sabora up and down and then… offers a handshake to the champion! The crowd cheers as Sabora stares down at the out stretched hand!

Creep: Look at this! Mr. LA is offering a sign of friendship and respect?

Staring at the hand a brief moment longer, Sabora begins backing away, only to nod instead at Stephens in return. The crowd cheers now even louder, as a form of respect has been made between the two men!

Gibson: Wow… Stephens has made a powerful ally in Chris Sabora.

Creep: Personally, I can not see either man being an ally to their own mother… let alone each other. We will have to see about that.

Gibson: And with that, we will be back after these messages!

[primetime]

Gibson: We know return to SNV where we are told to expect a huge announcement. I guess Kirk Kennedy has a prospect for the vacated General Manager job?

Creep: It seems so. Though if you ask me I prefer things the way they are.

Gibson: Let’s turn our eyes to the stage where Kirk Kennedy plans to address the issue.

The feed cuts to the stage area. Walking into view, Kirk Kennedy is seen now stepping out into the arena with a smile as the fans cheer him on. He is dressed casually, a pair of jeans and a grey shirt.

Kennedy: I have been made… aware… that the GM spot is still vacant. I realize how things can go wrong should the wrong man be chosen for the job. The person chosen must fit the bill nicely, and run things as though they were me. That is why, I have been putting off the decision. Two individuals have come to me for the job, one with quite a bit of experience and the other.. None. At least not in an office anyway. For now, I will reveal one of the applicants. In 2 weeks, I will reveal the other.

Creep: I wonder who it could be?

“The Enemy” begins to play loudly! Every fan in the arena shoots to their feet as cameras flash like a sea of fireworks! Walking out unto the stage, Xplode is seen! The place is absolutely crazy now upon seeing him. Xplode walks to the edge of the stage and looks out at the hungry faces, as he sips from a Monster Energy Drink.

Kennedy: Xplode, The Strategic Assassin, is my first applicant. We all know the history between Xplode and the EUW. Some of it good… most of it bad. The thing is, when all was said and done, Xplode was an integral part of the company while he was here, and always have the EUW at heart. Xplode, do you have anything to say?

Xplode waltzes around the stage a bit, and raises the microphone to his lips.

Xplode: You bet your ASS I do!

The crowd cheers!

Xplode: Say what you want about the men of EUW’s past.. But none of them can hold a damn candle to me! You need a man who has looked any man placed before him in the eye.. And defeated him. You need someone who is not afraid to say “no” when needed. That man.. Is me. I am not sure who this other applicant is.. But it doesn’t matter. I am all you need.

The crowd cheers again!

Kennedy: Possibly. Well, thank you Xplode. I will definitely keep this in mind. As for the other applicant, while I will not reveal who he is just yet.. I will still let him speak his peace…

The fans cheer as a man appears on the video screen. His facial features are blacked out, but his voice is heard.

Voice: Oh Xplode. You do have a way of stirring things up.. Don’t you? I assure you, I am the man for the job and always have been. The EUW is what I truly have at heart. Kennedy knows who the right choice should be..

Kennedy: And there you have it. So, tune in to the next show, and we will reveal who this applicant is.

Gibson: There you have it, two men are vying for the general manager spot. How will this play out, you will have to watch the next show to find out!

Creep: Let’s not forget that things are shaping up for Prestige as well! The EUW is enjoying some fierce competition…

Gibson: I am Rock Gibson.

Creep: And I am the Creep! So long folks!

The feed slowly cuts out as an image of Xplode is seen staring that the video screen. He looks pissed…

[The Feed slowly fades out]

Thank you to all who sent me promos this week. There was a ton of them to post and that is great! You guys are really getting involved with the show!