October 3rd, 2010 SNV

[primetime]

An empty room is visible. Waiting within the overly white walls of the Wembley Center, various members of the EUW wait. Some are seated upon wooden folding chairs while others simply stand. A vending machine rests in the back of the room, just under a banner that reads..

The EUW INVADES EUROPE!

Standing at the vending machine, Chuck Johnson slides in a dollar bill and waits for a soft drink to drop. It doesn’t. He tries the button one more time before losing his patience and offering it a short slap. Still, no drink drops into the tray. Taking a deep breath, Chuck looks around the room quickly, only to kick the machine hard. With still no positive results, he places his hands upon his hips…

Voice: You should be nice to Machines..

Looking over his shoulder, Johnson stares at the EUW Champion, Chris Sabora, who remains leaning against a nearby support post.

Johnson: You got any ideas then on how to get my damn drink out?

The Vending Machine suddenly is shaking in front of Johnson as he backs away startled. Standing to the side is Brett Cross, garbed in thick layers of leather and fur. As his large hands encompass the vending machine, various drinks begin to fall out with each shake. Brett then nods, and walks away to find a seat. Chuck remains in place, bending over to pick up a can of Pepsi with a slight grin.

Johnson: Damn, I need you to come with me to football games. That vending machine trick could come in pretty handy..

The various voices in the room begin to tone down as EUW President Kirk Kennedy enters the room. Dressed casually, he nods at his employees before coming to a stop in front of them.

Kennedy: Alright every one, pipe down. Let’s get to business.

On the far side of the room, Eddie Laurel dusts off a chair casually, and then finds a seat. He then glances over his shoulder at what looks to be Jack Bull. Jack Bull does not return the glare at all, save for slowly raising a middle finger in his direction..

Mister Luck walks towards the front of the room, choosing instead to sit upon a coffee table. Big Dave crosses his arms and stands vigil close by.

Kennedy: Alright everyone. As you all know, Prestige is upon us. First I would like to say… what the hell?

All eyes in the room turn towards the doorway as The Scorpion finally arrives. His dark eyes glare around him from under long jet black hair. He seems to float along as he walks past the others, almost as if he does not even recognize their existence.

Kennedy: Okay.. Anyway, Prestige is upon us. First of all, before I let my officials speak to you I would like to let you all in on some rating figures. The EUW is peaking in terms of ratings. That is great as far as I am concerned. During Rivera and Ellis’s tenures, they never saw ratings like this. This is what it is all about. I still ask you all.. Do you want to be a champion? It’s going to take more than flashy gimmicks and handshakes with the fans. It takes determination, the will to push when the odds are against you, and most importantly.. Dedication. The only person that can hold you back here in the EUW.. Is you. With that being said, I have some bad news for you all.

Mister Luck smirks a bit now. Glancing in Big Dave’s direction, he begins to speak.

Luck: Bad news? We are in Europe.. The lands of hot ladies, great booze, and parties galore. How in the hell could you ruin that?

Dave: No doubt. Last night proved all of that party shit right, didn’t it?

Luck: (Laughing) I didn’t even think that we would even make it home.

Kennedy clears his throat now, offering a smile shortly after.

Kennedy: That’s nice fella’s. Europe is a damn fine place to be, I agree with you. The thing is, my news is more personal. As of this morning, we have lost another competitor. Most of you have seen that since I have taken a more active role in the company, I have been issuing testing for illegal substances. Well, another person has come back dirty. Evan, I am going to have to ask you to leave.

The eyes in the room dart to the back as Evan Black plays with a pencil. He has a slight smile upon his face, as he rises from his chair.

Black: I never touch any type of drugs, boss man. You got it all wrong.

Kennedy: Not according to the testing. You are free to do what ever you have to do to clear yourself of the allegations. The door is open to return when you do. For now, please find your way out…

Evan steps away from the table, looking in everyone’s direction. He glances at Chris Sabora, the man who had pinned him in the ring just two weeks prior. Sabora returns the gaze with a disapproving shake of the head. Finding his way to the door, Evan suddenly turns and slams both hands down hard on the table directly in front of Christian Stephens.

Black: Hey Chris, this isn’t over by a long shot. I have a feeling this has something to do with you, and if I am right, there will be hell to pay. Bet on it. Good luck on getting your fucking ass kicked by Titan this evening.

Stephens leans back in the folding chair, causing it to creak a slight bit.

Stephens: Shut the fuck up, Evan. I had no part in this, and even if I did, I still am glad to see you go. We will finish this some other time, for now, I have championships to win.

Black stares at Stephens hard, and then leaves the room causing the door to slam behind him. Stephens begins to laugh shortly after. Kevin Jenkins stirs in his seat a bit, confused at what just happened.

Jenkins: I don’t get it. Why would anyone use drugs or steroids to win?

Kennedy: Well, nothing is for certain. Black may very well be innocent. For now, I have to play it safe. Moving on to other things now, Black’s departure leaves Stephens with no competitor for Prestige. Finding this out just two weeks prior to the largest show of the year really puts a foot up my ass so to speak. So Stephens, I am afraid that we will have to scratch you from the card.

Connolly: No you don’t, sir.

All eyes once again look towards the doorway as Royce Connolly enters now. He is dressed very nicely, with a pair of silk pants and matching polo shirt.

Connolly: Sorry I am late sir. Traffic issues.

Kennedy: No prob’ kid. Find a seat with the others.

Connolly drops his gym bag on the white tile floor now and approaches Kennedy.

Connolly: Sir, I heard what you said about Stephens having no opponent. The fans are expecting a match involving him. We can’t let them down.

Kennedy: Oh?

Connolly: Put me in Black’s spot. I may not be a veteran or legendary Pure Champion, but I have the heart to win. I think that Stephens will find a suitable challenge with me… better yet, I am sure of it.

Kennedy glances in Christian Stephen’s direction, just in time to catch Stephen’s rolling his eyes in disgust. He then looks at Connolly and smiles.

Kennedy: This is what I am talking about! Royce, consider yourself facing Christian at Prestige! Opportunities do not come often, but when they do, you should take advantage of them!

Connolly: Thank you, sir.

Connolly finds a seat now as a lady approaches Kennedy, whispering something into his ear. With a few short nods, Kennedy speaks once again.

Kennedy: Alright, it is almost show time. So now my final announcement. I have decided on the new GM spot. I had planned to unveil the next applicant tonight but due to circumstances.. My decision has been made. So, expect him to make his grand debut at Prestige. Now, I want all of you to go out there and put on a damn good show. Remember.. The World is Watching.

The room begins to disperse as Kennedy gathers his things. Looking up, he notices that Scorpion has not begun to leave at all, instead choosing to stare at him intensely. Nervously now, Kennedy nods in his direction.. Offering only a smile, and then leaves the room. Scorpion remains seated… his dark eyes looking at a point that only seems visible to him. A heavy bandage rests upon his brow, offering a hint at what seems to be his own blood leaking through..

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
The Scorpion vs. Kevin Jenkins

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Wembley Center! I am Rock Gibson and this is my co-host.. The Creep!

The Creep: We are coming to you live from the Queen’s country and ready to bring you the type of action that only the EUW can bring you!

Gibson: Agreed! With Prestige looming over us, we expect to have things heat up tonight at we get a peak at our newest stars in the EUW.

The Creep: And let’s not forget the main event! Luck and Bull versus Cross and Laurel?! That match is going to be historic!

Gibson: Let’s look to ringside now where the exotic Skye prepares to get things underway!

Fans begin to whistle and howl like dogs as Skye slowly steps into the ring. She is wearing a white evening gown, sparkling under the arena lights with a gorgeous glow.

Skye: And now for the first match of the evening. It will be scheduled for one fall. Coming out first, out of 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: There is the prodigy of the EUW right there.

Creep: Oh yeah, I forgot. He is the kid that you lust over every week..

Skye: And his opponent, from parts unknown.. The Scorpion!

The lights in the arena go out and "The Other Side" by Sirenia begins to play over the speakers. The darkness is cut off when two spotlights shine on the left portion of the stage, uniting at a specific point. With the lights shining, The Scorpion rises from the stage while kneeling in prayer as the song continues to play throughout the arena. A heavy bandage is applied to his forehead.

Once through the stage, The Scorpion opens his eyes and slowly walks to the ring without so much as glancing at the crowd. Once in the ring, he proceeds straight to a neutral corner and kneels once again, as if mentally preparing himself for what is ahead of him. After another quick prayer, he quickly throws off his trench coat and simply gazes into space.

Gibson: What is that bandage on his head from?

Creep: I have no idea, but if it is on Scorpion.. I have a funny feeling that I do not want to know either..

With the sound of the bell, both Kevin Jenkins and The Scorpion emerge from their respective corners. After his thrilling performance against the now departed Brendon Medina and the near victory last week in the four way dance, the crowd is clearly on the side of Jenkins. Clapping his hands before entering the tie up, Kevin looks to use their energy to his advantage. He gets no such luck however as The Scorpion quickly turns the tie up into a side head lock, looking to wear Jenkins down at the start of the match. It takes a few moments but Jenkins is able to pull out and take the back of The Scorpion, before charging towards the ropes and falling backwards, rolling the much larger man up as the referee scampers into position to make the count.

...1
...2

NO! The crowd lets out a slight groan coming off the potential euphoric high of a quick victory for the new fan favourite. Getting to his feet, Scorpion shows a measure of respect for Scorpion’s talent by not wasting a minute and going right at him, picking him up and tossing him into the ropes before taking him down into a seated position with a hip toss. He then hits the ropes and comes off with a reverse enzugiri, kicking Scorpion square in the face that knocks him over, allowing Jenkins to go for another quick cover.

...1
...2

No! Again Scorpion kicks out at two as Kevin Jenkins looks down, again wasting no time in his onslaught.

Rock Gibson: Kevin Jenkins has come out here on fire.

The Creep: Then grab the fire extinguisher Rock, employee safety is Kirk Kennedy’s number one policy.

Rock Gibson: I state that he’s on fire figuratively creep.

The Creep: I know, I have eyes but we have to consider our younger viewers out there who might not understand what you mean. They could genuinely be fearing for the life of young Leroy.

Rock Gibson: It’s Kevin, not Leroy. Where would you get that from?

The Creep: Don’t tell me you’ve never played World of Warcraft.

Rock Gibson: Alright then, I’ll take the fifth.

The Creep:[/b] This is absurd; preposterous ... It is unacceptable Rock. Unacceptable!!!

Back in the ring, Kevin Jenkins still has control of the match, having turned a reversal on an Irish whip by the Scorpion into a tiger feint headscissor takedown on a charging Scorpion. Getting back to his feet he comes at Scorpion as he too tries to make it to a vertical base and connects with a second enziguri of the match. This one however doesn’t knock Scorpion down, instead it merely serves to provoke him. Jenkins hits the ropes and comes back looking for a third enziguri, obviously his weapon of choice coming into the match, but is stopped by a vicious big boot from Scorpion who in turn goes for the cover.

...1
...2

NO! Jenkins fights to get his shoulder out from underneath Scorpion, breaking the count. He’s unable to get the offensive back however, as Scorpion hauls him to his feet before whipping him into the corner. The bare chest of Kevin Jenkins is an easy target for the newcomer as after posing for a moment in meditation, he unleashes a barrage of chops in furious fashion, each one connecting with the same spot eventually turning the chest of Jenkins the same shade of red as a Tomato. Stumbling out of the corner holding his chest, Scorpion picks Jenkins up before planting him with a backdrop suplex, right into the bottom turnbuckle, Kevin’s neck snapping at breakneck speed as there’s a groan from the crowd.

Rock Gibson: Kevin Jenkins is going to feel that one in the morning, that’s for certain.

The Creep: You’ve have to admire the kid’s balls stepping into the ring with someone like Scorpion. While he’s not the most imposing figure we’ve seen, he’s got that aura about him that no matter what you do to him, he’s simply going to enjoy the pain.

Rock Gibson: He’s a sadist then.

The Creep: In every sense of the word, you could probably chop his penis off and he’d orgasm ...

Rock Gibson: And you were complaining earlier about the children earlier Creep.

The Creep: ...

With the dead air, the focus returns to the ring as Kevin Jenkins is still holding his neck in pain, and his condition is likely worsened as after a stiff set of muay thai knees from the clinch, Scorpion switches to a full nelson before suplexing Jenkins overhead, right onto his neck with a beautiful dragon suplex. He keeps the hooks in and the shoulders to the ground as the referee scrambles to make the call.

...1
...2
...
...

NO! Jenkins again kicks out, collapsing the bridge of the Scorpion who merely rolls to his feet, a look of inconvenience on his face at having to continue that slowly turns to a grin at the thought of inflicting more pain. Picking Jenkins up, he whips him into the ropes before on the returning locking him into a sleeper hold, but only for a second before throwing him down on his neck again with a Kubi Nage. Still in control of the body, Scorpion works to North-South before beginning to unleash repeated knee strikes to the head of Kevin Jenkins, grounds for instant disqualification in MMA contests, but legal to the count of five in Pro Wrestling. Just prior to said five count, Scorpion relents and rolls to his feet, taking a moment to survey his damage as the crowd begins to show intense displeasure at the new comer. Scorpion is unfazed however, as he looks out at the ‘gentiles’ before turning his attention back to their hero, picking him up and swiftly tossing him out of ‘his’ ring to the floor below.

Rock Gibson: Kevin Jenkins could be out of his league here. Scorpion is stronger, more experienced and from the brief bits we’ve seen, an unrelenting thirst for viciousness.

The Creep: I think you might be onto something. We came in expecting a good match, Scorpion appearing to be something while Jenkins has already proven he has the potential, but maybe he’s just a flash in the pan. Cool while it lasts but otherwise insignificant and utterly useless.

Rock Gibson: It’s an interesting theory but from the Kevin Jenkins t-shirt’s we’ve seen, and the reaction the crowd gave him earlier this evening maybe we’re missing something. I mean, twenty thousand people can’t be wrong, can they?

The Creep: Sure they can, he’s just the new fad. Like Hannah Montana, Justin Bieber, Tamagatchi’s, Tickle Me Elmo’s ... good Lord I used to love those things, and on the topic of Elmo, did you see Katie Perry on Sesame Street.

Rock Gibson: No?

The Creep: I would do unspeakable things to her.

Rock Gibson: I’m sure you would Creepy, but then you’d have to deal with Russell Brand.

The Creep: Russell Brand, he’s a two bit comedian who stares in the land of phony’s, Hollywood. He’d not stand a chance against someone who’s made a living out of beating men up in the middle of the ring for real.

Back in the ring, Kevin Jenkins has just made it back in before the ten count on the outside as Scorpion starts to smirk. Meticulously stalking his prey, Scorpion finally attacks as Kevin Jenkins is trying to get to his feet

...

Only to be caught in a quick inside cradle by the fan favourite, again using his speed to his advantage.

...1
...2
...
...

NO! This time it’s Scorpion who narrowly avoids the three count, the brief cheer at the referee’s hand falling for the third time, interrupted by him promptly waving off the fall stating that Scorpion’s shoulder was up prior to the count of three. Now perturbed, Scorpion beats Jenkins to his feet and making sure he can’t roll him up again, from the bottom, looks to hit him with a Lament of Innocence. Getting him up into a reverse fireman’s carry, Scorpion looks to power him down before once again, Jenkins uses his ingenuity to turn a bad situation into his favour, taking Scorpion down with a schoolboy!

...1
...2
Scorpion kicks out!

NO!!! Scorpion again barely manages to kick out, this time the crowd cheers for a second or two after before realizing that the match is not over and Kevin Jenkins had not stolen a victory from the clutches of defeat. A shocked look on the face of The Scorpion, turns to intense fury as Kevin Jenkins looks to hit him with a crescent kick as both men are up to their feet. Scorpion parry’s it though and bulrushes him with a lariat, taking him down and continuing towards the far ropes. On the return, Kevin Jenkins is set back down after trying to get up with a Yakuza kick from the EUW newcomer. Instead of taking the opportunity to pin Jenkins, Scorpion takes out his fury on the young kid from Seattle by way of Austin, Texas, by unleashing ten rapid stomps to his head and neck before the referee can push him away, and the vocal EUW crowd heats up once more.

Rock Gibson: The Scorpion is making no friends here in EUW with the way he is treating the fan favorite Kevin Jenkins.

The Creep: And something about him makes me think he could care less. There opinion of him is worth less than Canadian Diamonds to him, Rock.

Brushing the referee aside, The Scorpion picks up Kevin Jenkins and whips him into the corner before unleashing another set of chops to the chest of Jenkins. As he stumbles out of the corner, his entire body red from a combination of fatigue and the onslaught of Scorpion, Kevin knows that if he doesn’t make his move soon that it’s going to be over. He doesn’t get a chance to plan that move though, as Scorpion picks him up, inverts him before dropping him down with the Eternus Moestitia. Hooking the leg after the spinning brain buster, the referee makes the count as it appears as if the Scorpion has put Jenkins away finally.

...1
...2
...
...
...
Jenkins lifts his arm and breaks the count!

NO!!! Once again, Kevin Jenkins makes the crowd erupt and their belief in him soar as his courage and unwillingness to give in power his shoulders off the canvas. In disbelief, Scorpion throws the arm back under and hooks the leg once more

...1
...2
...
...

NO! Again it’s close but Jenkins manages to kick out once more. Knowing that it’s going to take a little more to put Jenkins down, The Scorpion picks up Jenkins and puts him into position for The Eliminator. He tries to scramble out of the hold, but exhaustion from the rapid frenzy of his offense and the relentlessness of Scorpion are too much to overcome as Scorpion drops him with the Psycho Driver.

Rock Gibson: The Scorpion calls that The Eliminator if I remember correctly.

The Creep: Aptly named if I do say so myself.

Scorpion floats over to a lateral press as the referee makes the call.

...1
...2
...3

Rock Gibson: Just too much for Kevin Jenkins to overcome on this evening.

The Creep: There could still be doubts about his abilities inside of the ring, but you can’t question his heart

Rock Gibson: No you can’t.

Scorpion rolls off of Kevin Jenkins and gets to his feet, his arm raised by the referee as Skye announces him the winner.

Skye: Ladies and Gentleman, at a time of ten minutes and eighteen seconds, your winner via pinfall, The Scorpion.

The crowd boo Scorpion but he pays no attention to their comments as he rolls out of the ring, content with his first EUW victory.

Rock Gibson: And that man there is scary.

The Creep: One of, if not, the, most impressive debuts I’ve ever seen here in the EUW.

The Scorpion ducks behind the curtain to the back as Kevin Jenkins is slowly getting up in the ring and we cut away.

[primetime]

The fans begin to cheer as 415 is seen bouncing in place in the locker room. His head arches from left to right, as he stretches his neck muscles. Coming into view is AJ Valdez, slamming his fist in to his open palm upon doing so.

Valdez: What’s up, homie?

415: Nothing, man. Just getting ready to meet The Machine in the ring, you know?

Valdez: I do, holmes. Check this out though, tonight I get to take on this Chuck Johnson guy. You should pull up a chair and see what I plan on doing to him. It is going to be downright scary!

Both men offer one another a quick handshake as Valdez continues..

Valdez: I am going to teach that son of a bitch to meddle in our affairs, holmes. It’s going to be on for sure!

415 stops stretching suddenly, and places a hand upon Valdez’s large shoulder.

415: Look, man. That all sounds good, you know? The thing is, I have seen my brother get his ass handed to him by Titan and I really do not want to see that happen to you. Be careful out there. We don’t know what this Chuck guy is about, and we do know all about Titan. If any thing goes wrong..

Valdez: Nothing will go wrong, brother. I got this. Look at me! I am a fucking Aztec Warrior! It is going to take more than a fucking hillbilly to keep me down! And if Titan decides to show his pecker wood face.. I have a little something for him too.

415: Si’. Good luck out there, brother.

[primetime]

Rodgers: We are here live with a new comer to the EUW, Chuck Johnson! His manager Willie stands close by as well. Chuck, any thoughts in regards to tonight’s match?

The crowd cheers as Chuck Johnson smirks at the camera. His manager Willie smiles and snatches the microphone form Rodgers. Rodgers does not give it up without a fight.

Willie: Hey Ya’ll! This is unbelievable! We are on that TV tube everyone is all talkin’ bout’!

Rodgers yanks the microphone back to him, obviously annoyed.

Rodgers: Chuck, tonight you face AJ Valdez in what some consider a tall order for a man with limited experience like yourself. Any thoughts?

Willie leans into the mic now, slightly shoving Chuck back a bit. Chuck glances down at his manager, but still says nothing.

Willie: Tonight, we are go to kick some ass!!

The crowd begins to cheer in response!

Willie: Yup.. We are gonna’ do just that! It doesn’t matter who they stick in the ring with us, consider it as done as a pig at a barbecue with the good ol’ boys!

The crowd is laughing and cheering as Willie zips up his zipper. It looks restrained due to his large stature. Rodgers shakes his head and slides the microphone in front of Johnson now.

Johnson: I think what my manager is trying to say is this. AJ Valdez does not have a chance in hell of making it out of that ring tonight without receiving the worse ass kicking that he has ever been a part of. Chuck Johnson is not the type of guy to back down regardless of who is placed before him. As a matter of fact, it excites me, because that only means that I get to let it all out in that ring, and not hold back a darn bit!

Rodgers: I am sure that you are aware of the feud between Titan and Valdez. Over the last few weeks, the two of them have been breaking up each other’s matches. Are you prepared for it to happen tonight as well?

Johnson: I will tell you this. Titan is one big son of a bitch. There is no doubt about that. Whatever beef he has with that Valdez guy is between them. When that bell rings though, that area becomes my office. In my office… everything is my business. I reckon that if he comes on out and gets involved, I will have to put down two ass beatings instead of one. It’s his choice.. Not mine.

Rodgers: So anyone is free game?

Johnson: When you are in the EUW, your back is against the damn wall! You would have to be a complete idiot to assume you have some kind of friends around here. I don’t want friends, I don’t need friends, and I sure as hell do not want to be one to anyone either! Valdez is going to remember my name when all is said and done here tonight. It would be best for Titan to just stay in back and make mean faces in the mirror.. Or I will be all over him like stank on shit!

Rodgers: Thank you CJ, now back to ring side..

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Royce Connolly vs. Charlie.

Skye: And now our next match of the night. It is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, from parts unknown.. Charlie!

As Voltaire's Death Death Devil Devil Evil Evil Song 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.. is special..

Creep: People call him Charlie jackass..

Gibson: We always seem to have a communication flaw between us.

Creep: I agree. I have a hard time understanding idiots..

Skye: And his opponent, out of Queens.. NEW YORK! 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: Very exciting newcomer right there! Royce Connolly seems poised for great things around here.

Creep: He is THE FUCKING VIND... sorry, I miss that guy.

Rock Gibson: I don't really know what to expect out of this match Creep. You've got a submission expert in Royce Connolly going up against a man who seems to enjoy the pain of submission holds in Charlie.

The Creep: I totally agree, he unnerves me somewhat Charlie does but he brings something to the EUW. He's like Dante Holly, he's not all there but there's something about him that just makes you want to hug him and pet him and squeeze him and call him George.

Rock Gibson: I don't think I follow?

The Creep: You never watched Tiny Tunes? What did you do with your childhood Rock? Were you locked in Josef Fritzl's basement or something?

Rock Gibson: No, I just didn't watch said programming.

The Creep: This is unacceptable. How am I supposed to work in these conditions?

Rock Gibson: I don't know, but let's at least try and get through this match as it appears Charlie and Royce are ready to go.

With the sound of the bell, Royce and Charlie emerge from their respective corners and begin to spin around the ring, the methodical opening dance of so many matches before them once again being performed. It's quite the peculiar sight, the Barkley-esque physique of Charlie shimmying around the ring, while the lean figure of Connolly merely shakes his head. The crowd is split, both men holding a special place in their cumulative heart and a cheer erupts when they lock horns. Charlie tries to use his weight to push Connolly back but instead has his back taken as Connolly shoots out of the tie up, feigns the single leg and when Charlie defends it, spins to a rear waist lock.

Now with control of Charlies entire body, Royce looks to take him down with a German Suplex but Charlie resists, squatting down and forcing Connolly to lift him much further, eventually to a point where he is unable to take Charlie over top. Dropping the Fester Adams look alike, Charlie lets out a small chortle as the crowd smiles. The smile leads to a loud guffaw as Charlie fires a reverse elbow that catches Connolly off guard and allows Charlie to spin and connect with a big right hand that stuns Connolly long enough for Charlie to take him down with a clothesline. The 'fast' tempo of the match has apparently already winded Charlie as he simply takes a seat in the middle of the ring, right on top of Royce Connolly. Assuming a contemplative pose, Charlie looks skyward as the referee makes the count.

...

Tis not even a count of one before Royce throws a shoulder up.

Rock Gibson: Good start here for Charlie, throwing his weight around to begin the match.

The Creep: It's like Charles Barkley down low, and the victory is a rebound. You're going to have to call D-Wade to get Charles away from that board.

Rock Gibson: And speaking of Charles and D-Wade, tonight's Vengeance is brought to you by T-Mobile.

The Creep: It's amazing the advancement in telecommunications you American's have had in the past five years. I mean, if your Ale improved at that rate you'd not be the laughing stock of the world.

Rock Gibson: What do you mean?

The Creep: What do I mean? I mean there is more alcohol in girl guide cookies than there is in a Budweiser.

Rolling to his feet, Charlie hauls Connolly up and after taking a moment to compose himself, flings Connolly into the ropes. On the rebound he looks to connect with a jumping back splash but misses as Connolly avoids it by holding onto the ropes. Now with Charlies back to him, Connolly takes advantage and scores with a single handed bulldog, planting Charlie square onto his face. With the momentum turning slightly in his favor, Connolly wastes no time once Charlie gets up in scoring with a set of knee strikes to the ribs, eventually doubling Charlie over and allowing Connolly to take the big man down with a swinging neck breaker, before hooking the legs for the count.

...1
...2

Charlie kicks out at two as Connolly keeps on trucking, keeping control of the head of Charlie and rolling back into him, showing impressive core strength and flexibility to put Charlie into a seated front chancery. True to form though, as his vertabrae are slowly compacted, Charlie lets out a small giggle that eventually turns into a hearty roar as Connolly looks a little unnerved. The crowd, looking for a highly competitive, fast paced match wills Charlie on as he punches Connolly in the gut once, twice, three times in order to break out out of the hold. He's unable to take advantage as once he tries to get up to his feet, Connolly scores with a sliding bakatare kick that knocks him flat and again goes for the cover.

...1
...2
...

NO! Charlie kicks out at two and a half.

Rock Gibson: Royce Connolly really coming back with a vengeance here, after withstanding the initial onslaught from Charlie.

The Creep: And for all the kids out there watching, that is why it is recommended you get 60 minutes of exercise each day. Charlie is so fat his blood type is Ragu!

Rock Gibson: I don't believe I've heard that one before.

The Creep: And he's so stupid he sits on the television and watches the couch. That's also assuming the television doesn't break underneath his weight as well.

Rock Gibson: I think you might be being a little tough on Charlie there Creep.

The Creep: That's what he needs though Rock, tough love, like the military. Up at oh-six-hundred, running wind sprints until sweat is rolling down his ass crack like Niagara

Having pulled Charlie to his feet, Connolly keeps control of the match whipping him into the ropes and then scoring with a big back body drop on the rebound, a quarter of a tonne crashing into the mat. Connolly goes right back to work, this time looking for a jujigatame armbar but again, the pain simply causes Charlie to laugh, confusing Connolly all the more as he eventually lets go, before backing away and allowing Charlie to get to his feet.

Rock Gibson: Charlie's pain threshold and his unique reaction to it appears to be throwing Royce Connolly off of his game Creep.

The Creep: We know Royce is a great striker, but he's also an underrated submissions wrestler stemming from his days in the world of MMA. Twice we've seen him lock in a hold that many people would find excruciating, yet Charlie has merely laughed it off.

Rock Gibson: This could be a good test for Royce Connolly though, see how he reacts to adversity, something he really hasn't encountered so far here in EUW.

The Creep: I don't really consider this adversity, it's just professional wrestling 101. You can come in with a game plan, use your strengths to attack your opponents weaknesses but at the end of the day, not everything is going to go your way and you'll need to adapt. That's the difference between a champion and challenger Rock, the ability to make strategy changes on the fly.

Studying Charlie, Royce continues to process the information he has gathered so far, buying as much time until Charlie locks him up collar and elbow, and switching to a side headlock. Try as he may, Connolly is unable to push Mount. Charlie towards the ropes, but manages to pull his head out from the hold ...

The Creep: Almost as if there was butter in there.

Rock Gibson: No, it's I can't believe it's not butter.

Back to our regularly scheduled programming, Connolly scores with an arm drag on Charlie as he turns around, and once the big man gets to his feet, connects with a drop kick that sends him back into the ropes, allowing him on the rebound to use his momentum to connect with a vicious, running STO that gives Charlie whiplash as he's stopped in his tracks before slamming into the canvas. Connolly hooks the leg, looking to end it here.

...1
...2
...
...

NO! In the nick of time, Charlie manages to kick out as Connolly smiles to himself. Charlie has withstood a fair bit of punishment so far, but is obviously out classed by Royce. As he gets to his feet, Royce takes off and leaping at the ropes, uses his momentum, along with their elasticity to spring back at Charlie as he's too tired to take cover or make any form of evasive action as the right foot of Connolly connects with his skull. Sticking the landing after the Luck of the Irish, Royce makes the cover as the fans count out the fall.

Fans: ONE!

...1

FANS: TWO!

...2

FANS: THREE!!!

...3

Royce Connolly rolls off of Charlie as the bell rings. Getting to his feet, the referee in charge of the contest raises his hand as Skye announces the result.

Skye: Ladies and gentleman, your winner at a time of five minutes and twelve seconds, Royce Connolly.

Connolly goes over to the turnbuckle as For Those About to Rock continues to play over the loudspeaker, the crowd cheering his victory.

Rock Gibson: An impressive performance their by Royce Connolly, showcasing the bright future he has here in EUW.

The Creep: Yes, he had an opportunity to take the week off against Charlie really, but he came out here and put on one hell of a show for the fans.

Rock Gibson: And speaking of Charlie, he looked really good off the start but everything went wrong after that.

The Creep: He's just outclassed Rock. This isn't the 1880's or Cirque Du Freak, this is professional wrestling and that first word is key in regards to Charlie, professional. You've got to think with another performance like this one, Kirk Kennedy will have him heading back to wherever the hell he came from.

Royce is slapping hands with a few fans as he strides up the ramp.

Charlie and remains in the ring after Royce Connolly's departure. He reaches out to Skye, who hands him her microphone. He looks around at the audience as he lifts the microphone to his mouth.

"Hello everyone. I regret to inform you all that tonight, I must make a departure from EUW. However, before I do so, I would like to thank someone for his services in the most appropriate manner I can. Please, can Alex Rathbone come here?"

Charlie simply stands, smiling as Rathbone emerges from backstage, smiling. He strolls to the ring and climbs inside, and takes the microphone off Charlie.

"Thank you Charlie. I was glad to show you the ropes and I am very sad that it did not turn out to your liking."

Rathbone surveys the crowd as he speaks, unaware of Charlie pulling something out of his pocket... A pair of brass knuckles!

"You know, it wasn't easy helping you, you kow? It was really quite a stru-"

Before he could finish the sentence, Charlie pounds the brass knuckles into the back of Rathbone's head, knocking him to the ground. Charlie kneels on the downed mans back, punching twice more before climbing out of the ring. He rummages around underneath the ring for a moment before he eventually finds what he was looking for... A car battery! Charlie hoists it onto the ring while Rathbone still lies on the mat, unmoving. Then, as Charlie starts to clamber up again, he stirs. Rathbone starts to get up, but it is too late. Charlie already has the lightbulb in his mouth as he clamps a cold hand across Rathbone's face, grasping onto the jumper cables with the other hand.

Blue sparks shoot from Charlie's hand as the lightbulb glows brightly, and Rathbone begins to shake. Ring security surrounds Charlie, but dares not touch him for fear of getting a shock too, but before long, one of them manages to hit him with a strong boot to the jaw, dislodging him from Rathbone and the car battery from his grasp. Security rushes him, restraining him and carrying him backstage as EMTs rush to Rathbone's aid.

[primetime]

Suddenly the cameras cut backstage to the sight of Sarah Thompson walking down a hallway with a relatively nervous look on her face. Trailed closely by a cameraman, it seems that Sarah is experiencing a case of the nerves over something, perhaps an individual she has been instructed to interview. Both she and the cameraman walk down several more hallways and keep up a steady pace, obviously looking for the assigned person to interview. Finally, Sarah notices a door slightly ajar and motions to the cameraman to follow her. She pushes the door open and squints heavily to see in the darkened room. The cameraman switches the camera over to night-vision mode in order to get a better view of things.

The camera shows a room that’s nearly completely empty, obviously a spare room for the arena that’s likely used for some type of storage. Finally, the cameraman stops in his tracks when he finally sees who Sarah is supposed to interview. Seated in the corner of the room, Indian-style with his head bowed, is the unmistakable figure of The Scorpion, his long and wavy hair covering his face. Sarah gulps heavily and walks over to him, her eyes obviously having adjusted to the darkness. She walks over closer and notices some bandages wrapped around his head, obviously due to the severe self-inflicted beating he suffered last week. She finally works up her courage and speaks, but there is a clear hint of nervousness in her voice and she’s obviously creeped out.

Sarah Thompson: Umm…Mr. Scorpion? This is Sarah Thompson. I was wondering if I could get a few words from you…

The Scorpion seemingly doesn’t hear her as he continues to simply sit there draped over, still as a statue except for the soft, rhythmic pulses of his breathing. Sarah looks at the cameraman with a look of confusion and leans in a little closer. She speaks again, this time a little bit louder in case he might be sleeping.

Sarah Thompson: Mr. Scorpion? Sorry to disturb you, but I need to get a few words with you. Can you hear me?

There is again no reaction as The Scorpion continues to show no emotion or response. Sarah looks at the cameraman again and reaches forward to tap him on the shoulder. However, before her hand can even get close, The Scorpion quickly jerks his right arm and latches onto her wrist, without even looking up! Sarah gives a quick yelp out of instinct and notices the young man’s grip. His grip is as strong as a vice; however his hands are also icy cold, which unnerves Sarah even more. The Scorpion then raises his head and flings his hair back, glaring at Sarah with a pair of cold green eyes that reflect her image like the tinted glass of a church window. Sarah begins noticeably shaking as The Scorpion effortlessly rises to his feet and draws close to her.

He gets directly in her face and gets a strange look about him, as he cocks his head to the side and seemingly studies her. After a few moments he’s seemingly satisfied with what he was looking for and quickly releases his grip on her arm. He looks to sit back down, but Sarah stops him before he can.

Sarah Thompson: Please Mr. Scorpion! I don’t like this either but it’s my job! I know you’ve already competed tonight and might be drained, but please give me a few words!

Hearing this, The Scorpion turns and gives her a look of disgust, before finally uttering a few words.

The Scorpion: Ego fui nusquam loquor vobis. Licentia iam pro ego perdo meus patientia.

Sarah looks at the cameraman with a look of total confusion on her face, obviously having no clue what in the hell this man just said. She turns back to him slightly frustrated.

Sarah Thompson: Sir, what in the world was that? I can’t understand you! Talk to me in English!

The Scorpion shoots her a dismissive look before calming sitting back down and resuming his apparent meditation. Sarah is now openly angered and she gets closer to him and speaks once again.

Sarah Thompson: Who do you think you are!? I’m just trying to do my job and you talk to me in a foreign language!?

She looks to keep going, but The Scorpion once again stops her cold with a glare. He quickly rises to his feet, grabs her head, pulls her head in close to his and calmly translates in a voice barely above a whisper.

The Scorpion: That was Latin, the language of the gods. Something the likes of you wouldn’t understand. Translated, I said that I have nothing to say to you and told you to leave before I lose my patience.

With that, he lets her go and calmly sits back down. Sarah’s eyes get wide with fear and she seemingly gets the message as she quickly ushers the cameraman out of the room and closes the door behind her. She quickly walks back down the hall, obviously flustered by what just happened before finally telling the cameraman to cut tape…

[primetime]

Singles Match.
(Pin Fall or Submission)
AJ Valdez vs. Chuck Johnson.

Gibson: Now we get to the next match of the evening. It will be two new comers to the EUW as AJ Valdez of the Puzzo Nation squares off against Chuck Johnson.

Creep: Okay, I know who Valdez is. Who is this Chuck Johnson, fellow though?

Gibson: Well, Creep. Chuck is one of the new generation of stars to come out of the EUW Pipeline. He is a country boy from better times I suppose.

Creep: Better times? You really can be stupid at times..

The feed cuts to the ring where Skye is seen accepting a hanging microphone.

Skye: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first. Hailing form Oakland, California.. 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.

Skye: And his opponent. From Chester, Montana.. Chuck Johnson!

"Hold my Beer" by Trace Adkins begins to play as Chuck Johnson steps out unto the stage. He does not stop or respond to the fans at all, instead choosing to continue down the rampway and towards the ring. He is dressed in blue jean shorts and a camouflage hunting jacket. Rolling under the bottom rope, he raises both hands above his head quickly, and then bounces against the ropes a few times against his back. With a nod, he signals that he is ready for the match to begin.

Creep: Both of these men look tough as nails. This could go either way.

Gibson: I agree. It’s exciting to see the start of so many careers in the legacy that is the EUW!

The bell rings.

CJ wastes no time as he rushes Valdez, unleashing fists in bunches and driving Valdez back into the ring corner. Taking a step back, he raises an elbow and sends it into Valdez’s face! He then uses a knife edge chop to the bare chest of Valdez, creating a loud slap that echoes across the arena!

Creep: Ouch…

Pulling back his arm, CJ attempts another slap, but Valdez counters by raising a leg and driving his large boot into CJ’s chin instead! CJ stumbles backwards, only to be caught with a running bulldog from Valdez! CJ bounces face first upon the mat, as Valdez rises back to his feet.

Gibson: Valdez is showing quite a bit of speed for such a large man. Johnson will need to really turn this around. Time is running out for him fast!

Gathering himself, Valdez bends over and grabs an arm from CJ, lifting him easily to his feet. Valdez then picks up CJ, dropping CJ hard upon his shoulder and then proceeding to drive Johnson into the mat hard! CJ rolls about in pain, as Valdez smiles… know that the match is fully under his control.

Valdez now begins to time his opponents movement, choosing to drop his large knee into the bald head of CJ! The fans begin to stir and chant “CJ.. CJ… CJ!” as Valdez continues the assaults. Valdez finally switches up the attack, grabbing the legs of CJ only to be countered and swept off of his feet!

Creep: Great counter there!! Johnson is showing tremendous fortitude as he returns the attack to Valdez!

Rolling over unto Valdez, CJ head butts Valdez hard, and then drives his two fingers into Valdez’s eye sockets! Valdez rolls about in pain as Johnson uses the moment to rise back up to his feet. Shaking off the last remnants of the cobwebs, CJ walks over to Valdez and brings Valdez up to one knee. CJ then times his punches, setting them up perfectly and driving his knuckles into the exposed forehead of Valdez! Valdez takes three shots, before showing just how much strength he has inside of him! Rising to his feet, he lifts CJ up into a standing bear hug position… only to carry CJ and charge hard into the nearby ring corner! CJ bounces off of the turnbuckle and finds himself slumping in the corner! Valdez then signals for his finishing move… The Burrito Bomb!

Gibson: This could be it! Valdez has Johnson right where he wants him!

Picking up Johnson now, Valdez hoists Johnson high into the air…

Somehow, Johnson is able to break free though, sliding out of Valdez’s grip and landing behind him! Valdez turns around only to find himself on the defense now! With an assault never before seen, Johnson unleashes hell as he sends a flurry of fists into Valdez’s face! Chuck then backs up a bit and drives his elbow into Valdez’s face, sending the big man to the mat hard!

Gibson: CJ has somehow turned it all around! Very impressive showing from the new comer!

CJ leans in with one knee into the face of Valdez, applying the pressure. The ref begins to count now, ordering Johnson to back away. After a few more repeated warnings.. Johnson does just that. Valdez begins to rise to his feet slowly, nodding at the ref that he is good to continue. The ref agrees and Valdez is instantly attacked once again by CJ with a running shoulder block! CJ picks up Valdez, only to be knocked back now! Valdez then grabs CJ, lifting him high into the air, and plants him down hard with an impressive one handed power bomb!

Gibson: Very nice from Valdez there! These two men are equally matched on all fronts. This could be anyone’s game.

Valdez then grabs CJ, bringing him to his feet. Valdez looks determined to finish things now, performing a choke slam flawlessly! He then covers for the pin..

1..
2.…
CJ Kicks out!

Valdez gets back up, bringing CJ up with him. CJ attempts an attack with a quick punch, but finds no reward for it as Valdez returns the favor! Valdez then hoists CJ up on his shoulder, running to a nearby turnbuckle and nailing the snake eyes! CJ falls to the mat hard and is once again covered for the pin..

1..
2...
CJ raises one arm to break up the pin!

Valdez gets up now, signaling for the end! He picks up CJ easily, lifting him high into the air!

Gibson: This is it.. The Burrito bomb!

The fans stand up and grow louder as “St Anger” by Metallica begins to play! Valdez instantly drops CJ hard unto the mat, directing his attention to the stage area as Titan is seen laughing from not too far away. The two large men stare at one another… the tension growing by the minute.

Creep: Uh oh.. We got company!

Titan shakes his head as Valdez begs him to come on down to the ring. Behind him, Chuck Johnson turns over, shaking off the cobwebs. He sees his opportunity and rises to his feet, stumbling backwards a bit. Valdez notices this, but never has a chance to respond! With one quick kick to the gut, CJ nails the “Head Trip“ (Snap DDT)! With his last remaining bits of energy, he rolls Valdez over and covers for the pin..

1..
2.….
3!!

Skye: Your winner… Chuck Johnson!!!

The crowd goes bananas as Chuck sits up, exhausted to high hell. Titan is seen standing upon the stage a bit longer, before turning and heading back to the locker room. CJ notices this.. And quickly rises and takes the microphone from Skye.

CJ: Wait a second there you big son of a bitch!

Titan stops in his tracks..

CJ: I warned you not to get involved in my match and I meant it. Since you want to be in my affairs, why don’t the two of us square off in two weeks. That is.. If there is anything left after what Stephens is about to do to you.

Titan is irate now as the fans cheer loudly. Turning to face CJ, Titan growls and then heads backstage finally.

CJ: I guess that is his version of say yes! I wonder what would happen if someone interfered in his match?

The fans cheer again as CJ celebrates his victory. “Hold my Beer” by Trace Adkins begins to play again.

Gibson: Wow.. An awesome victory by Johnson here. To top it off, he then challenges Titan to a match next week!

Creep: Maybe Johnson is not so smart after all..

[primetime]

Sounds of furniture being banged into walls are heard. An older man’s voice tries to plead with the attacker, but it does not help. As the camera pans through the door way, we see Titan standing amongst a sea of broken wood and metal bracings. He has totally thrashed the locker room..

Terry Jones: Calm down, kid. We will get that Johnson guy back.. But first we concentrate on our opponent.

Titan: FUCK THAT! I want that bald headed freak’s head on a silver platter and I WANT IT NOW!

Jones: Look, you can’t go into your match this distracted. It will only be your downfall. Think about what I am saying, I have trained champions..

Titan lunges towards Jones, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall!

Titan: Is this where you tell me about that has-been.. Xplode? The man who lost to his own brother and found himself jobless? Or how about Chris Sabora? Maybe even James Vincent? NONE of them can hold a candle to me… not one. I am going to walk out to that ring right now… and beat Stephens within an inch of his life. While I do that, I expect you to get me a match with Johnson.. Next week. I want it one on one… no DQ.

Jones takes a deep breath after Titan releases him. Brushing away the newly formed wrinkles upon his shirt, he nods.

Jones: Fine. Just calm down, kid.

Titan stares down at Jones a bit longer, and then walks out of the locker room..

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Christian Stephens vs. Titan

Gibson: And now we get to our next match of the evening, it will be Christian Stephens squaring off against the Monster of the EUW.. Titan.

Creep: I am sensing another slaughter by the big man. I will be right back.. I need popcorn.

Gibson: I think you are selling Stephens short. That man has literally been on fire over the last few weeks. You may be seeing a Rocky Balboa in the making!

Creep: Right.. Where is the butter?

Gibson: Oh brother.. Let’s hear from Skye..

The feed cuts to the ring now.

Skye: The following match is set for one fall. Coming out first.. Out of …

Titan does not wait at all, as he comes blasting out of the entrance! The crowd rises to their feet as he trounces toward the ring, sliding under the bottom rope as he arrives. Skye begins to step back nervously as Titan stops directly in front of her, staring down into her frightened eyes. Without a word spoken, he holds out his open hand causing Skye to drop the microphone in his grasp. Titan then turns to face the entrance..

Titan: Stephens… GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE! I don’t have anymore time for this shit!

There is no response from the entrance at all.

Titan: Scared? Come on out here and take your beatings like a man!

“Ghosts N Stuff” by deadmau 5 begins to play as the fans lunge to their feet! Stepping through the entrance now is Christian Stephens! Removing his dark shades, he flings them off to the side, and then bolts down the ramp way and slides under the bottom rope, just in time to meet Titan head on! The bell is rung..

Gibson: And the match is underway!

Creep: We are about to watch two of the hottest stars in the EUW go at it!

Stephens swings crazily with hard knuckles, driving Titan backwards! Titan plants his back foot down, shoving Stephens hard with a display of strength, sending the smaller star barreling to the mat below! Titan then lunges forward to mount Stephens, only to receive a kick to the chest in response from Stephens!

Stephens rolls to his feet now, just in time to catch Titan rushing at him and uses the momentum to Irish Whip the Monster over the top rope! Titan tumbles over the ropes and to the hard concrete below!

Gibson: Great counter there! Absolutely perfect!

Creep: I say he is just delaying the inevitable..

Titan pounds his large fist into the floor, and rises to his feet. Just as he looks up, he is surprised to find Stephens launching off the top turn buckle and landing on top of him! The crowd loves every minute of this rare display of agility from Stephens! He is obviously prepared for the task at hand!

Stephens rises to his feet now, and rolls into the ring, hoping to avoid the count out. Titan does not take long to do the same thing, as he shrugs off the attack and enters the ring too. Gripping the top rope, Titan ascends the side of the ring, only to be sent back to the ringside floor once more with a double drop kick form Stephens!!!

Gibson: GREAT attack from Mr. LA here! He is keeping the attack up, not letting Titan return fire.

Creep: He has to. The minute Titan hits him.. It is all over!

Stephens backs up on the far side of the ring as the fans cheer him on. He looks around the arena, confused by their support, and then focuses once again on Titan as the big man rolls into the ring for the third attempt to do so.

Titan finds himself rising up slowly once inside the ring now, the attacks obviously wearing him down. Christian charges Titan now, sending his knee into the forehead of the Monster. Titan takes a few quick shots, only to somehow grab a hold of Stephens and spear him into the ground with his large frame! Titan immediately begins the process of smothering Christian Stephens now, leaning in with all of his weight!

Creep: And it begins..

Titan has Stephens fully hidden under his large girth, sending a few shots to Stephen’s head every now and then with large fists. Stephen’s head is seen snapping back sharply with each shot to the face, and bruising happens immediately. Stephens tries to slide out form under Titan, only to expose more of his face… a fact that Titan recognizes immediately!

Titan is now able to catch Stephens with a dead on shot to the eye, causing Stephens’s eye to swell and bleed upon impact! The punches continue to come, as Stephens reaches out for the ropes…

Gibson: Can Mr. LA hold on?! Titan has begun to dismantle the man with fists of steel! You can hardly recognize the face of Stephens now, as he reaches out to break up the attack…. Come on Christian.. You can do it!

Creep: Great neutral play calling there, sport!

Gibson: You’re one to talk..

Stephens reaches out one more time, his energy is sapped. He can hardly see in front of him now due to the swelling on his face. Titan continues to wale away.. Until ..

Gibson: Stephens reached the ropes!!! Ref, get him off of him!

Titan is ordered to get up off of Stephens but the damage is done. Stephens is barely able to move, his right side of his face damaged pretty badly. Grabbing the ropes, he pulls himself to his feet, only to be gripped by Titan and planted hard with a gorilla press slam!! Stephens bounces hard off of the mat with his arms spread out! Titan covers for the pin…

1..
2.….
Stephens kicks out!

The crowd cheers loudly as Titan looks frustrated. He then takes his forearm and leans in on Stephens once more for another pin attempt..

1..
2.….
Stephens kicks out again!

Rising to his feet, Titan shakes his head in disgust. He can hardly believe that Stephens still has fight in him. He then backs away, taking a quick breather while Stephens turns over to regain his footing..

Creep: Stephens is showing the world tonight that he is for real. Any normal man would have been down already but Stephens will not give up. The question is.. How long can he hold on?

Titan nods and grabs a handful of Stephen’s hair. He easily picks up Stephens only to receive a jab to the eye! Titan stumbles backwards, rubbing his eye socket in pain, as Stephens stumbles unto the nearby ropes. Shaking off the cobwebs and doing his best to see out of one eye, Christian walks over to Titan and ducks under a attempted clothesline… following it up with a quick kick to the gut and a DDT for good measure! Titan falls head first unto the mat, but does not stay there long as he rises back up.. Even more pissed!

Stephens steps back now, timing Titan’s movement. Titan rushes him like a mad bull, and is sent over the top rope by his own momentum as Stephens drops the mat and brings the top rope down with him! This Time, Titan feels the pain as he lands hard upon his shoulder!

Titan rises to his feet, favoring his arm as he does so. Stephens looks on from inside of the ring. The two look at one another as the ref counts away! Then… the crowd begins to cheer!

Gibson: What’s going on?!

Walking down the ramp way, AJ Valdez enters the ring area now with a metal chair in hand! The fans scream in delight as both big men stare at one another! Titan realizes that he is about to be counted out, and so he slides into the ring just in time at the count of 7! Stephens does not waste time as he rushes Titan, stomping away at Titan’s head!

AJ Valdez slides into the ring as well with chair in hand! Titan is now fighting off Stephens and catches sight of Valdez out of the corner of his eye! He then rips the chair out of Valdez’s hands and blasts Valdez over the head with it! Stephens tries to attack as well but receives a chair shot too! The ref instantly begins to call for the bell!

Creep: This one is over…

Gibson: I don’t think so..

The chaos continues in the ring as Titan is seen with chair in hand. Marcus Puzzo runs down the rampway now as the fans cheer loudly! Sliding under the bottom rope, he charges Titan only to receive a chair to the face upon arrival!

Creep: OOOOOOH DAMN!

Marcus is laid out, completely unconscious. AJ Valdez is feeling the same way, lying right next to his cousin. Titan looks down at his handiwork, smiling from ear to ear. Then… a new song begins to play in the arena!

Gibson: ANOTHER PERSON!?!

“Hold my Beer” by Trace Adkins begins playing now as Chuck Johnson marches through the entrance and down the ramp way with a metal chair of his own in hand! Titan turns to face him, daring him to enter the ring with one hand! Chuck stops short of the ring, offering a smile and shaking his head. This confuses Titan, just long enough for him to forget the last man remaining in the ring…

Turning around slowly, Titan finds the chair knocked out of his grasp by Christian Stephens! He is then kicked in the gut and somehow scooped up… then slammed down with Stephen’s patented finisher.. “Going Hollywood!” (The Air Raid Crash). The crowd cheers as Titan lands hard… unconscious for the first time in his career. Stephens remains seated upon the mat, his face a bruised mess. Chuck Johnson enters the ring shortly after as the fans cheer loudly. He then helps Christian to his feet and raises his hand in victory!

Skye: Your winner by a result of a disqualification… Christian Stephens!

Gibson: What a match, ladies and gentlemen! Everything was let loose in this one.

Creep: I agree. It took 4 men to put down Titan.. But in the end.. Mission accomplished.

Stephens nods at some of the fans at ringside, confused by the recent fan support. With a large smile, he glances down at Titan before rolling out of the ring.

[primetime]

The scene opens with Jack Rogers standing outside the door to the EUW Locker Room. He clears his throat and raps on the door, which quickly opens. The camera glances Big Dave throwing darts at a dartboard on which the photos of Eddie Laurel, Jack Bull and Brett Cross are taped to. Luck turns to the camera and grabs one of Daves darts, throwing it violently at the dartboard and spearing it between the middle of the eyes of the photo of Cross. He walks forward, accompanied by Zack, and they shut the door behind them.

Luck - Yeah? Make it snappy. We're preparing.

Rogers - I was hoping for an interview before your huge Tag Team match..

Luck - Rogers, you are ALWAYS here? Do you stalk me? I'm sure we have a female interviewer..Can I get her or something? Zack?!

Zack - Yes?

Luck - Find me that female interviewer, will you?!

Zack gives a small salute and rushes off past the camera. Luck sighs and turns to Rogers.

Luck - Alright, fine, c'mon, ask me a question..

Rogers - What are your thoughts on your opponents tonight, Eddie Laurel and Brett Cross?

Luck - Who?

Rogers - Eddie Laurel and Brett Cross..

Luck - Oh, those two failures at life. Well, first, Laurel...What is Laurels hook? He has to be the most generic, boring and utterly useless pile of crap I have ever laid my wondrous eyes on. He is so boring he makes me want to vomit and jab my eyes out with chopsticks! I mean, the guy has delusions..He thinks he's a wrestler! The mans not a wrestler, he's a pile of garbage imitating the art. He's a little pipsqueak who got lost on the way to his local trashpile and wandered in front of Kirk Kennedy only to get hired as a tackling dummy. Before Jack Bull, what did Laurel do? Oh, he screwed around doing absolutely nothing. He attacked him one week, then the next week took to crying into his Lucky Charms. Then he gets a win and suddenly everyone's lining up to kiss his ass and vote him into the Power Five! What are these people doing voting for a guy who can only get victories based on flukes? Well, unfortunately for him, tonight's not going to be his lucky night..Lady Luck can only shine on one person, and it's going to be me! He can't depend on flukes, because when you're in the ring with someone plain better, it doesn't matter how many times you trip over and fall on your face, because it won't work.

Rogers - So what about Brett Cross?

Luck - I told you last week. Do you need a visual aid of what I think of him? Okay, here:

Luck reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, unfolding it and holding it in front of the camera: It's a crude drawing of a dog turd wearing a horned viking helmet.

Luck - That great big steaming pile of dog crap? That is Brett Cross. He's a giant coiled lump of crap with as much mobility, charisma and otherwise earthly wit as a pile of shit.

Luck tears the drawing in half and lets the two pieces fall to the floor.

Luck - Last week I drew with Brett Cross, but it won't happen this week. I yearn for the day I can face that fatass Northern dog in the ring mano e mano! But sadly, we have two other people standing between us in Eddie Laurel and Jack Bull. I want Brett Cross one on one soon! I want to prove to every single goddamn doubter out there that Mr. Luck is THE REAL DEAL! I got a draw because I had talent, I had heart, I had guts! I held on because I WANT that Championship! Not for the fans, not to add another accolade, and not to simply reclaim it..but to bring back prestige to the name of me, my family and the belt itself! YOU FANS NEED A CHAMPION WHO ISN'T SOME DRESSING UP LITTLE SHIT IN A FANTASY COSTUME! You fans need a champion who you can trust and believe in! ME! ME! ME!

Luck grabs the camera and leers into it.

Luck - And Jack..Don't you dare fucking think I haven't forgotten about our little rivalry. When you're in that ring, but you better watch your goddamn back, and pray to whatever false God you believe in that I don't decide to abandon your worthless ass and let you fail in a humiliating fashion for the second match in a row. If you lose this match for our team with so much riding it, I want to let you know that you will suffer brutal consequences because of it. Consequences that will ensure you don't reach Prestige in full health.

Luck shoves the camera away and turns to Rogers.

Luck - There. Happy? You got your goddamn thoughts. Now get the hell out of the Locker Room. This is for people who are wrestlers, not wimps who hold onto microphones.

Luck turns around and opens the door, but stops in the doorway and turns to the camera.

Luck - I'm not a religious man, but I just want to tell all three of you little weaklings..May God have mercy on my enemies, because I sure as hell won't.

He slams the door into the face of the cameras lens.

[primetime]

Kirk Kennedy is seen seated at his desk. He seems to be filling out paperwork when all of a sudden.. The phone rings..

Kennedy: Yes?

Voice: I am ready to return..

Kennedy: Oh, you got to be a little more descriptive than that. Who is this?

Voice: I am not crazy. I have proven that. The EUW has forgotten about me. I have not forgotten about the EUW though..

Kennedy scratches the skin on his head, and answers.

Kennedy: It’s easy to forget someone who doesn’t leave their name..

Voice: At Prestige.. I return.

(Click)

Kennedy stares at the phone a moment, before hanging it up. Leaning back in his chair, he chews on his pencil, and then glances at a picture that is neatly framed upon the wall. The image shows two men locking up, on an important night not too long ago. One man seems to be quite built, the other smaller and masked.

Kennedy: Hmm..

Kennedy then leans forward.. And gets back to his paper work.

[primetime]

Main Event
Tag Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Jack Bull and Mr. Luck vs. Brett Cross and Eddie Laurel

Gibson: And now we get to the main event of the evening. Perhaps, we can get through this match without some type of interference?

Creep: Fat chance for that. The next four competitors have already shown that they literally want to destroy one another! This match should be no different.

Gibson: Brett Cross returned in grand style last week, with a match that ended in a draw over Mr. Luck. Eddie Laurel managed to somehow snag a victory as well against Jack Bull, and thus we have this tag team match up!

Creep: These guys must be sick of facing one another by now.

Gibson: Well, I am with you every week and feel fine with it..

Creep: Yeah, but I am awesome. Let’s head backstage where Jack Rodgers prepares to interview Brett Cross!

The feed switches to backstage. A locker room is shown. Brett Cross is seen lifting smaller bar bells, his muscles rippling with each curl. His long hair hangs over his face, giving him a hint of unpredictability. Standing near him, Jack Rodgers carefully begins to speak. Cross shows no indication that he even cares.

Rodgers: Brett Cross, tonight you go into yet another test of strength against the four men you will face at Prestige. Any thoughts?

Cross continues to curl the weights a moment longer before dropping them hard to the floor below. He then glances up slightly at Rodgers, before walking away and finding a place to sit upon the bench press machine. He then proceeds to shove the large bar filled with what looks to be a great amount of weight, high into the air above him effortlessly..

Rodgers: Brett? If you have a second, we just want to know if you are prepared for tonight?

Instantly, the bar is dropped hard upon the arms of the bench, causing Rodgers to flinch. Brett Cross sits up now, his chest glistening with sweat. His dark hair is flicked out of his face, showing Cross’s aged brow. Brett stands up now, only to look down at Rodgers like a giant staring down at his prey.

Cross: Aye… am always ready. My torment shall continue, but my will continues to ask for more. Tonight, my thirst for vengeance continues…

Grabbing his worn down leather trench coat, Cross slides it on and exit’s the room, leaving Rodgers standing alone.

Rodgers: Um, back to.. You?


The feed now cuts back to ringside..

Skye: The following match is a tag team affair. Standard Rules apply. Coming out first, out of Colchester, England.. 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 signaling 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: There he is, Jack Bull. I admire that man.

Creep: I am sure he cares..

Skye: And his partner. From Tampa Bay , Florida.. Mister 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 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. 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: I like this guy…

Creep: Please no gay shit this week. I am not in the mood.

Gibson: You need to get out of the house more often.

Creep: And you need to get back in the closet..

Skye: And their opponents for the evening. Coming out first, hailing from 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: That is one big dude…

Creep: You have no idea.

Skye: And his partner, also 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 demeanor, 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: Eddie is the only one in that ring that can actually read and write I bet.

Gibson: Mister Luck doesn’t need to, he has people to do that for him.

All four men figure out who is starting for each team as the bell is rung. Brett Cross leads off for his corner while Jack Bull takes his shot. Bull slaps his legs, preparing to begin as Cross glares at him from under a thick head of hair. Waving his hands to rally the crowd now, Jack glances back to Cross.

Gibson: We are coming to you live from England where the hometown favorite, Jack Bull is set to take on Brett Cross!

Creep: I love this place. Did you know that over here, we are like rock stars?

Gibson: Really? Then how come they threw eggs at me when I got here?

Creep: Well, I was bored and had a carton of eggs…

Brett Cross rushes across the length of the ring now, reaching out to grab Bull. Bull is faster though, ducking under the attempt and returning fire with a few shots to Cross’s rib cage. Cross grunts, holding his ribs as Jack Bull backs up and drives his boot into the back of Cross’s knee area.

Cross shouts in pain, but lashes out quickly with a large backhand to Bull’s face! The impact sends Bull stumbling backwards but he rebounds quickly. Bull rushes Cross now, only to find himself countered by a huge belly to belly slam on behalf of Brett Cross!

Gibson: Great ring awareness from Cross here.

Cross reaches down to lift Bull up. Hooking one arm, Cross uses a arm drag to get Bull set up in place. Cross then uses the pump handle slam, sending Bull to the mat hard. Bull grimaces, holding his lower back slightly. Cross pushes the attack now, lifting Bull back up, only to receive an elbow to the face from Bull!

Cross shrugs it off quickly, but finds himself hit once more form Bull with an elbow! Bull is on the attack now, repeatedly sending one open handed chop after another into the chest of Brett Cross! Cross’s chest becomes a shade of red from the attacks. Switching it up, Bull shifts his body and picks up Brett Cross with an amazing display of strength. He holds Brett up for a brief moment.. Before sending Cross to the mat hard with a delayed spine buster!

Gibson: Gotta love the strength of Jack Bull here! Cross has been taken off of his game!

Bull now uses the moment to rush to Laurel who remains in his corner! Grabbing the head of Laurel, he yanks him into the ring and sends the poet rolling unto the mat! The fans begin to cheer Jack Bull on as he gains a running start, nearly taking the head off of Laurel with a hard clothesline!

Jack then stops in his tracks, only to turn around and get nailed by a running big boot from Cross! With a gesture, Cross orders Laurel back to their corner before raising both fists and driving them down unto the out stretched back of Jack Bull! The impact alone sends Bull down to the mat, flat on his stomach.

Cross then walks to his corner and tags in a rejuvenated Eddie Laurel. Eddie hopes over the top rope and into the ring while Cross lifts up Bull into a full nelson position. Eddie drives his fist into the open section of Bull’s stomach, and Cross heads back to his corner.

Creep: Great team work from Cross and Laurel. Quit surprising if you ask me!

Looking at Bull, Laurel runs to the ropes, using them as momentum, and nailing a hard flying clothesline to Jack Bull once again! The fans begin to cheer for Bull, willing him back to his feet. Eddie ignore them though, as he hooks his leg around Bull’s torso, rolling over him and wrapping Bull up into a perfect small package for the pin!

1..
Bull kicks out!

Eddie easily kicks back up to his feet! Stepping back again, he runs at Bull and nails a baseball slide to Bull’s face! Cross begins to pound the turnbuckle, expect a tag! Laurel sees this, and turns to head to Cross when suddenly Bull sweeps the legs out from under Laurel! Rolling over unto Laurel now, Bull begins to pound away at the face of Laurel! Cross immediately enters the ring but Mister Luck is there to meet him head on!

Luck drives his forearm into the large chest of Cross, sending him backwards and over the top rope due to Big Dave pulling the rope down just moments prior from ringside! Looking up, Bull sees Luck and rises to his feet. He picks up Laurel in a bear hug now, as Luck bounces off of the ropes and nails a flying clothesline to Laurel’s outstretched neck! Bull releases Laurel and lets him hit the mat below!

Creep: And now team work from Bull and Luck!

Cross rises to his feet and begins to chase Big Dave at ringside, giving Luck and Bull a moment to take advantage! Luck lifts up Laurel now, scooping him up and placing him upon his knee. Bull quickly understands and climbs a turnbuckle, launching off into the air and landing a super leg drop unto the upper torso of Eddie Laurel! Luck heads back to his corner as Bull covers for the pin…

1..
2.…
Cross yanks Bull off of Laurel by his leg!

Pulled out to ringside, Jack Bull and Brett Cross exchange blows. With a hard Irish Whip, Jack Bull sends Cross into the metal steps! Cross grunts upon impact, his back aching terribly. Jack rushes Bull now, only to be leveled by a clothesline from Cross!

In the ring, Mister Luck has assumed control. Picking up Eddie Laurel, he backs up. Then he rushes Eddie Laurel who still has the presence of mind to step out of the way just in the nick of time! Luck counters this by bouncing off the ropes and returning with the Ceaser’s Head Scissors! Eddie Laurel crumbles to the floor!

Cross is still in control at ringside. He grabs Jack Bull and head butts him, causing Bull to stumble backward. Cross grabs Bull’s throat now, but has his hand slapped away! Bull ten grabs a handful of Cross’s hair and drives the Viking’s head into the exposed steel turnbuckle post! Cross bounces off of the metal and unto the floor instantly. Bull then slides into the ring.

Inside of the ring, Luck has things under control, as he applies an arm bar to Eddie Laurel. Jack Bull slaps Luck on the shoulder, reminding him that he is not the legal man. Luck releases the hold, rising to his feet and shoving Bull away in response!

Creep: Uh oh.. Trouble in paradise..

Jack Bull shoves him back now. Both men charge one another, locking up their fingers! Brett Cross rushes into the ring once more, using his immense size to Bull dog the both of them! He then picks up Jack Bull and tosses him out of the ring!

Grabbing Laurel by the leg, Cross drags him unto Mister Luck but the ref will not count!

Gibson: Jack Bull is the legal man! You won’t win it that way!

Cross is irate, turning around to go get Jack Bull. Before he can react however, Jack Bull launches off a nearby turnbuckle and nails a missile drop kick unto the large Viking, sending him rolling out of the ring!

Eddie Laurel has mounted Luck now, cupping Luck’s head with one hand and timing his punches with the other! Luck seems close to dream street when Jack Bull yanks Laurel away! Laurel thinks quickly though, driving his two fingers into the eyes of Jack Bull!

Big Dave is seen slapping Mister Luck back to awareness from ringside. Luck shakes it off now, and slowly gets to his feet. Laurel turns to face him only for Luck to run at him and nail the Desert Boot! (Bicycle Kick) Laurel stumbles backwards.. Right into the Bullcharge from Jack Bull!! The fans go nuts!

Gibson: It’s over.. The Bullcharge!!!

Bull drops down for the pin but is smacked upon his shoulder as Luck tags himself in! He then ascends the top turnbuckle. Jack Bull backs off, shaking his head. Launching into the air, Luck hits “The Royal Flush” and covers for the pin!

1..

Brett Cross shoves away Big Dave, and launches up the ring apron! Bull tries to meet him halfway but is grabbed around his neck and yanked out of the ring with a choke slam!

2...

Laurel begins to kick out of the pin but Mister Luck pulls on the tights! Cross tries to hop over the top rope, only for Big Dave to grab him by his tights! Cross drives his boot into Dave’s forehead, sending the large mean up against the barricade and into Zack below!

3...
Laurel finally manages to kick out of the pin, but a second too late.

Skye: Your winners.. Jack Bull and Mister Luck!

Eddie Laurel rolls out of the ring. He is pissed!

Gibson: Luck used the tights to get the pin! We need a replay here!

Cross flies into the ring, grabbing Luck and lifting him high over his head! He then tosses Luck out of the ring and unto Big Dave who had just managed to get back up. Cross attacks a referee now, laying him out with a clothesline! The ring is cleared as the large Viking goes on a rampage!

Jack Bull backs up the ramp way, shaking his head and spitting off to the side. He gestures of a belt around his waist, and heads into the locker room. At ringside, Luck is smiling, knowing full well that he got away with one here. Big Dave and Zack are smiling also, as the three follow Jack Bull up the ramp.

Brett Cross grips the ropes hard. He taunts Luck and begs him to get back in the ring but Luck refuses. Laurel looks up at Cross and then hops over the barricade and into the fans. The fans pat him on the back as he heads out of sight.

Creep: Well.. The plot thickens.

Gibson: It does. We have an angry Viking in the ring.. We will be right back for the official Contract signing between the number one contender.. 415.. and the EUW Champion Chris Sabora! Stick around!

[primetime]

415 vs Chris Sabora
Prestige Contract Signing.

A table is positioned in the center of the ring. As the camera zooms in closer, a clipboard becomes visible. Standing nearby at a podium, Kirk Kennedy smiles at the screaming fans as he prepares to speak.

Kennedy: And now, we get to the all important contract signing between the challenger, 415... And the champion.. Chris Sabora. These two men will destroy one another inside of this very ring, at Prestige, for the EUW World Championship. So, without further adieu… I call out the challenger.

The crowd begins to cheer loudly as “Rock Superstar” by Cypress Hill begins to play. The arena lights glow a dark red, coupled with the Mexican flag’s image being broadcasted upon the video screen high above the entrance. Walking through the entrance now, 415 raises both gloved hands high for all to see. The fans cheer him loudly as he makes his way down the ramp way and towards the ring.

Gibson: There he is, the number one contender. 415 has been a pillar of stability throughout his stay in the EUW. Now, he finally gets the chance to forge his legacy. It will be no easy task, however.

Creep: No, but if anyone can do it.. It is 415. He has proven quite a few people wrong throughout his career. This could be just another occasion. Let’s not forget that 415 was also a student of the Champion’s for awhile. This will be an interesting match up for sure.

Gibson: On EUW.COM, a vote was taken. The question was, “Who will win at Prestige?”. It should be noted that 85% of the voted were in favor of The Machine retaining. 415 stands alone… but sometimes that is the best place to stand if you catch my drift.

415 enters the ring now to the cheers of the fans. He is dressed in a pair of silk pants, and a white polo shirt. His face is covered by his trademark mask.

Kennedy: And now.. The EUW Champion.

The crowd stands up instantly, cheering loudly!

Kennedy: Ladies and Gentlemen… Chris Sabora!

“The Sounds of Madness” begins to play, barely audible under the cheers of the fans around the arena. Stepping out unto the stage, Chris Sabora slowly pans his head from left to right. The gold of the EUW Championship flickers under the arena lights as he slowly makes his way now down the ramp and to the ring.

Gibson: There he is… the champion. You know Creep, it has been quite some time since we had a champion that has done absolutely nothing to provoke any type of fan affection… and yet has received it in spades. I am baffled as to why these fans cheer him on but yet they do.

Creep: I think it is just plain out respect. Chris Sabora has stuck to the age old formula of being true to himself, and letting nothing stop him from being the best along the way. It was not too long ago that Sabora was stripped of the title. Most men would have just walked away angry, and faded out of the spotlight.

Gibson: You’re right. That is not the way for the Machine however, as Sabora began one of the most emotionally driven comebacks in EUW History.

Stepping into the ring, Sabora raises the championship for all to see, and then glances in 415’s direction. Neither man backs down from one another as the fans continue their loud response.

Kennedy: Alright. I would like the both of you to sign that contract, so we can get to business. This match will be for the EUW World Championship, all classic rules will apply. 415, you go ahead and sign it first.

Walking over to the clipboard, 415 quickly begins to scribble his name upon the paper. He then steps away, sliding his hands into his waiting pockets.

Kennedy: Good. Alright, Champ. Your turn now. Answer the challenge like a true champion should…

Chris Sabora arches his head, glaring in Kennedy’s direction. He then slowly turns to the table, where the contract awaits. Walking up to the table, he picks up the pen and proceeds to sign it… stepping back afterward.

Kennedy: And there you have it. The Main Event is set and it’s show time! Ladies and Gentlemen, let’s have a hand for these two men!

The crowd cheers loudly now as 415 remains in place. Sabora, on the other hand, flips his championship over his shoulder and begins to step through the ropes to leave…

415: Not so fast… Chris.

The arena instantly goes silent.

Gibson: Huh?

Creep: It looks like the challenger will actually.. Challenge now?

Stepping around the table, 415 raises the mic to his face as Sabora brings his leg back into the ring. The Champion looks devoid of emotion, as he stares at his one time student with indifference.

415: Prestige is 4 weeks away. 4 weeks! For you, that means nothing special I am sure. You will probably just go home, train like the athlete that you are, and come up with some sure fire game plan to completely destroy me. Yes… I said destroy me. Don’t think that I do not know the stakes that are against me here. I have seen what you are capable of…

Gibson: What is he getting at here?

Creep: Will you shut the fuck up? I am trying to listen to the little guy.

415 now begins to approach Sabora slowly. Sabora still makes no response of any kind what so ever.

415: You know, at one time I looked up to you. I used to dream about being half the man that you are, know damn well that it would never happen for me. I can vividly remember you winning that fed wide battle royal, tossing Brett Cross out of the ring and surprising the World in the process. It was a special time for you. Hell, as your friend, it was a special time for us! Then… everything changed. Once the World Title was hung in front of you, you forgot who your true friends are. You became just like everyone of the other big headed assholes that have held that title, and betrayed my family in the process.

Sabora accepts a microphone now, leaning in closely and answering.

Sabora: What.. Are you getting at? Is this where you tell me that you will have revenge upon me? Is Prestige your moment, Mario? All of my sins will be repaid by you… the man who stood by me?

415: No. At Prestige, I am going to defeat you. Not because you were once my teacher. It won’t be because I am want revenge either. It will be… because I learned one final lesson from you. I have seen that in order to be the best in this business, I have to head to a place that I never thought possible for me. I have to not hold back a thing, and come at you with everything I have.. And I will. Chris, I am prepared to be a completely different person to defeat you. That.. Is how much that title means to me.

Sabora begins to approach 415 until the two men are almost nose to nose. He raises the EUW Championship, mocking 415.

Sabora: I hope so, Mario. I truly hope you are. Then maybe, you will be more than a side show freak around here.. And finally earn your keep. Don’t kid yourself, Mario. At Prestige, this championship will stay with me. As a matter of fact, I am going to make sure that you never challenge me again. When I am done with you… pain will be a welcoming feeling and retirement will be a very real possibility. You are out of your league. You always have been.

As the two men stare at one another, the crowd begins to grow louder. At ringside, the apron begins to move now… exposing a hidden guest!

Gibson: Wait… what is that?

415: Sure, Chris. You’re right. I have always been out of my league.. But not anymore.

The crowd cheers loudly now as Marcus Puzzo slides into the ring behind Chris Sabora! The objects in the ring begin to bounce and fall over as Marcus slams his forearm into the back of Chris Sabora! Sabora rebounds quickly though, sending his own elbow into the jaw of Marcus Puzzo!

Creep: 415 is letting all of his morals now, as he goes to any extent to hurt the champion! The Puzzos are reunited.. The one time group known as Retribution the same men who stood alongside Sabora, now direct their efforts to the World Champion!

415 steps back now, picking up a folding chair that had fallen over during the ruckus. Meanwhile, Marcus and Chris are exchanging punches! Gaining the upper hand, Sabora ducks under the last punch from Puzzo, then grabs the neck and begins the Maximum Overdrive!!!

Right on time though, 415 comes out of nowhere, driving the metal chair into the head of The Machine! Marcus rolls away, taking a sigh of relief. Sabora somehow is still not out of it, as he slowly crawls away.

415: Marcus… get me my damn Championship belt!

Marcus exit’s the ring now, as 415 continues the assault, slamming the metal chair into the leg of Chris Sabora! With each blow, the Champion screams in agony, as 415 smiles an evil grin.

Gibson: Somebody stop this!!

Rolling back into the ring now, Marcus Puzzo hands the EUW Title to 415. 415 stares at it a moment, and then orders Marcus to pick up the champion…

Creep: Oh no..

Holding Sabora in a full nelson, Marcus Puzzo nods as the champion’s head bobs lifelessly. 415 grips the title now, and then runs into the champion, driving the steel plate of the belt into his face! Sabora instantly falls upon his back, a thin stream of blood gushing from his nose!

After one more quick glance, 415 drops the title as if it was trash unto the chest of Chris Sabora, and rolls out of the ring. The fans are in a stunned silence, as the once easy going 415, emerges as a new type of man, just weeks before Prestige! Marcus Puzzo joins his brother now on the ramp way, as the two men smile and glare back at their handiwork…

Gibson: Someone call a damn ambulance!

Creep: Smart move by 415 here. He has not only fired the first shot leading into Prestige, but has what looks to be injured the leg of the champion.

Slowly turning over and sitting up, Chris Sabora spits out quite a bit of blood as emergency crews slide into the ring. The men converge on the champion, only to be pushed away by a very much angered Chris Sabora! The EUW Champion fights to regain his foot now, as the fans cheer him on! With no strength in his leg, he is forced to topple over unto the nearest rope, his jaw now covered in his own blood.

415: He obviously hasn’t learned when to stay fucking down! Marcus… finish the job! This time, come back with my belt. I want it now.

Marcus nods and runs back to ringside as emergency crews try to impede his progress.

Gibson: Come on! This is going too far!

Shoving the men out of the way, Marcus slides back into the ring and smiles, and then proceeds to stalk Sabora with glee. Chris turns around to face his attacker, just as Puzzo lunges in his direction! With lightning speed.. Sabora counts the spear, turning the effort into his patented hold… The Machine! The fans cheer as Sabora wrenches on the pain, bending Marcus Puzzo in half and looking in 415’s direction! 415 can only watch in horror, as his brother cries for help!

Gibson: The champion fights back! He will not give up! He CAN’T GIVE UP! If this is what we will see at Prestige… I CAN’T WAIT!


415 lunges forward towards the ring as the bell is sounded repeatedly. Sabora keeps the submission locked in, daring 415 to enter. All 415 can do is feel helpless... and watch as his brother is put through intense agony.

Gibson: It is getting insane here in the EUW! With Prestige coming up fast, this fed is nearly ripping itself apart!

Creep: Tune in for the next SNV, I know I will!

Gibson: It's cuz' you work here. You have to.

Creep: I hate you. Do you know that?

The feed cuts back to the ring where Sabora is seen wrenching in the submission hold still, his face stained with his own blood. 415 begins to back away, retreating for the moment. The feed slowly fades out, as Chris Sabora's face is shown grunting.... yanking back on the neck of Marcus Puzzo..

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