Oct. 17th SNV

[primetime]

A man is seated at a desk. His hand rests upon his chin as he nods his head while speaking into what looks to be a cellphone. A stack of papers rests to his right, topped off by a T-shirt draped upon them that reads..

“Prestige 2010- This is it!”

Kennedy: Of course.. I have received it. I have to say, that poster is amazing. The people here in England have been wonderful to us. I can’t wait to return the favor.

A voice speaks on the other end now as the audience barely begin to pick it up.

Voice: I just wish I could show up tonight! I am anxious to get this general manager business underway! I have some big plans.

Kennedy: Don’t we all. Just remember, this job is not a ego boosting position. We have had enough Warrior’s, Mark Rivera’s, and Vincent Ellis’s to last a lifetime. I want to bring the sports back into sports entertainment. No one gives a shit what we do outside of that ring. Should I even catch a hint that you are acting anything other than a GM.. You will be gone. Understood?

Voice: Completely. What about the other two that you just re-signed to the EUW. You do realize that things can get out of hand real quick.. Right?

Kennedy leans back in his chair, putting out a short squeak of the hinge along the way. Taking a deep breath, he looks to the right.

Kennedy: The EUW has had a history that goes back a long way. It’s about time that someone makes things right. Not just for the fans.. But for history itself. We are and always have been Extreme United Wrestling.. I think we just forgot that. Now, I have a person waiting on me. See you in a few days to discuss the pay per view.

Kennedy hangs up the phone, glancing towards the seats across from him at the same time. Looking back at him is Roy Viper and JC Styles respectively. Both men look at one another before looking back in Kennedy’s direction. Kennedy responds by leaning forward in his chair and placing his elbows upon the wood before him.

Kennedy: So guys.. I have a question for you. Do you both think you have what it takes to be a champion?

Roy Viper is first to answer through a hoarse sounding voice.

Viper: I was born for this.

Kennedy: What about you, JC? Do you feel the same way?

Styles nods back, choosing instead to not say a word. Kennedy then points to the framed poster that is hung on the wall behind him. It is an image of former EUW Superstar Tom Roberts. Large text is placed under the image that reads.. “EUW Hall Of Fame 2010”.

Kennedy: Good. It will take more than being born to fight though. You are going to have to give up extreme amounts of blood.. Sweat.. And tears. If you are to succeed in this business. The men who will be inducted into that hall of fame understood that. Starting right now.. Let’s see if the both of you do too..

The crowd cheers loudly! Some choose to hold up signs while one lucky man cops a feel of his wife’s breasts on live TV. The camera feed pans around from left to right, showing the emotion in the arena! Standing in the center of the ring is EUW Ring announcer and Diva.. Skye! A microphone is lowered slowly before her, as she accepts it and brings it to her lips. Tonight, she is dressed in dark blue jeans and a form fitting black shirt. The words “Devil’s Due” are readable upon it.

Skye: Welcome to Sunday Night Vengeance! Hello ENGLAND!!!

The fans cheer loudly again. A English flag is slowly raised behind Skye. She smiles as the applause continues to flow in. The feed pans to the announcer’s table now, where Rock Gibson and The Creep are seen laughing.

Gibson: The people of England really know how to throw a damn party, I tell you! I am Rock Gibson and welcome to another episode of SNV! Tonight, we have a hell of a show planned! Right, Creep?

Creep: We sure do! The card tonight might just be the best line up that the EUW has seen in years! With ratings higher than ever and Prestige on the horizon.. It’s safe to say that the EUW is the place to be!

Gibson: Without a doubt! Plus, the Hall of Fame announcement really has sent waves throughout the internet for sure! Kennedy has truly turned things around.

Creep: Speaking of the Boss.. Let’s look to ringside where Kirk Kennedy himself should be coming out. He has an announcement and to be honest.. This man always has my full attention!

The crowd cheers as Skye begins to speak..

Skye: And now.. The EUW CEO and President of operations.. Kirk Kennedy!!

“Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne begins to play! The people of England stand up and cheer for a hometown hero!

Gibson: These people love Ozzy…

The song continues to play as Kirk Kennedy steps through the entrance! With a nod to the fans, he walks down the ramp way with a slight strut. Stepping up the metal stairs, he enters the ring and accepts the microphone from Skye who claps after. Strutting around the ring briefly, Kennedy motions for the crowd to die down but they refuse to comply. This crowd is.. LOUD!

Gibson: Listen to these folks! It has been so long since the EUW has been over seas and you can really feel the love!

Creep: Oh yes.

Finally.. The crowd begins to grow less exuberant as Kennedy waits in the center of the ring. Finally, happy with the response, Kennedy begins to speak..

Kennedy: Well… shit! What the hell did I walk out into?! If this is the support we get from England then you all can bet your ass that we will be back here any chance we get… starting with Prestige!!!

The crowd cheers loudly.. “KENNEDY.. KENNEDY!”

Kennedy: Now, save those cheers for the fighters tonight, will you? Tonight, I have instituted a common theme throughout the show. Veterans of the EUW will step in the ring with the newest members on the roster! It’s high time we see straight up competition again! I assure you.. That will be the case. Also, as most of you know we will have a new General Manager in 2 weeks. After hard thoughts and hours of pacing, I am sure that this man is the correct person for the job. With that being said, let the show begin. Prestige is almost here. The road.. Is almost at it’s end.."

The crowd cheers loudly as Kennedy hands the microphone away.

The feed slowly fades out.

[primetime]

(Commercial)

It has been a long time since the war has crossed the deepest reaches of the earth. The old world.. aching to be a part of something historical.. something famous.

That day has come.

(Voice of Kirk Kennedy): Welcome to.. PRESTIGE!

Destination London, England has been initiated. The EUW proudly presents it's largest event of the year! Live at the Wembley Center, in front of a packed house of screaming fans, the greatest names in the internet world of wrestling will square off with everything on the line!

Legends will be created, legacies forged, and past stars of the ring will return! You don't want to miss this!

(Voice of Kirk Kennedy): People have a tendency to forget the mundane.. but legacies last forever. Do YOU want to be a champion? Here's your chance! Remember.. the World is Watching!"

Prestige.. 2010.. Live from London, England. October 30th 2010. Available on pay per view and Satellite distribution world wide from the Queen's country. Where will you be when history is made?[/b][/center]

Order NOW!

[primetime]

Gibson: Our first match of the evening will be a doozy! The number one contender.. 415.. Will go at it with his heir apparent. Kevin Jenkins is ready for action!

Creep: This will be a first in our veteran versus rookie series. Both men are high flyers.. And both bring speed to the table.

Gibson: Let’s get this show started!

The feed cuts backstage. Kevin Jenkins is seen heading towards the ring when a figure slowly slinks out of the darkness. The fans cheer as EUW Champion, Chris Sabora is seen! Slightly confused and very much startled, Jenkins turns around with his hands raised in protest..

Jenkins: Hey champ, we have no issues between us, right?

Sabora: You’re right.

Jenkins: Alright, then I will be on my way. I have a match waiting for me.

Jenkins backs away when Sabora steps more into the light. The EUW Championship is seen slung over his shoulder. A thin white silk shirt hangs loosely from his large frame. Jenkins takes notice of a large metal brace that is wrapped around his knee..

Sabora: The match.. Can wait. You need to be warned about something in regards to.. 415.

Jenkins: Oh? I could always use advice from the champ.

Sabora tilts his head slightly to the side before answering. His eyes seem glossy.. Almost devoid of emotion.

Sabora: 415 right now is trying to prove his worth in the EUW. You.. Will be an example. Do yourself a favor and be careful out there, or you may find yourself with a matching knee brace..

Jenkins shifts his body position.

Jenkins: Alright.

Sabora: I believe your up..

Jenkins: Yeah..

Opening Match.
Jenkins vs 415.

Skye: Welcome to the EUW! Our first match of the evening will be scheduled for one fall. All classic rules apply. Coming to the ring first, hailing out of Austin Texas! Kevin Jenkins!

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

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

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

Gibson: Is it me or does Jenkins look.. Bothered?

Creep: There is something odd about him for sure, but that could be the stress he is carrying with him. He has yet to obtain his first win in the EUW and his opponent tonight could not be harder for him.

Skye: And his opponent.. Out of San Francisco, 415!!


The lights dim to a dark shade of purple. "Rock Superstar by cypress hill begins to play as 415 walks through the entrance curtain. Dressed in a singlet, his hair pulled back into corn rolls, he raises his hands to the arena around him as white fireworks explode behind him. Taking a few steps forward, 415 then pulls his hand back and shoots it forward, pointing to the ring as one last firework goes off on the stage.

Smirking at the fans along the way, he breaks into a sprint upon reaching the entrance curtain and slides under the bottom rope. The fans cheer for 415 heavily as he stands up and climbs a nearby turnbuckle, yanking off his trademark headband and tossing it out to the crowd before him. The crowd boos him like crazy.

Gibson: 415 has gone through a change of sorts recently. The hunger for the title has taken over him, like many others before. A win here could send 415 to Prestige on a high note.

Creep: Well, let’s not forget that Jenkins has a lot at stake too. I can’t wait for shit to get started!

Jenkins nods at the fans as 415 glares at him from across the ring! The bell is rung now as 415 charges him instantly! Jenkins readies himself as 415 launches toward him! Jenkins falls to his back with feet up on the air. 415 lands upon the feet, only to be sent back from where he had just come!

Jenkins kicks up to his feet now, choosing to attack in kind! He hops into the air, wrapping both of his legs around 415’s neck in a hurricanarama fashion! 415 stops Jenkin’s momentum though, turning his body so he can plant Jenkins hard into the mat with a makeshift power bomb! 415 holds on now for the pin count!

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Jenkins kicks out!

Jenkins reaches out now, grabbing a handful of 415’s mask! He begins to yank on it, attempting to remove it! 415 struggles a moment before yanking himself free! He stumbles backward as he straightens out the mask. Jenkins takes advantage by hopping up to his feet and sending both of his boots into the exposed chest of 415!

Gibson: Incredible attack from Jenkins here!

415 does his best to rebound now as Jenkins runs to a nearby rope. Jumping on to the bottom rope, he sails into the air with an incredible back flip unto 415! 415 rolls around now in pain as Jenkins sits in place!

Clapping a few times, Jenkins plays to the fans as he rises to his feet. 415 is now using the ropes to steady himself as he rises as well. Jenkins rushes to a nearby turnbuckle and hops to the top effortlessly. Launching into the air, he flies toward 415. 415 turns around only to find himself forced to catch Jenkins in mid flight! In a slight show of strength, 415 swings Jenkin to his right, only to plant his opponent into the mat with a belly to belly suplex!

Jenkins is seen holding his back now in pain, as 415 continues the attack. He grabs Jenkins, helping him to his feet. Jenkins swings a wild punch in hopes of breaking up the attack. It doesn’t help at 415 grabs the head of Jenkins. He then falls backwards, nailing the code breaker! 415 covers for the pin..

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2.…
Jenkins kicks out!

Creep: Close call for Jenkins there.

Gibson: This could swing in 415’s favor real quick. Jenkins needs to get back on the attack and not let up!

415 is smiling now from under his mask. Looking to the turnbuckle, he rises to his feet. He then walks over to Kevin Jenkins, offering a few quick kicks to the chest! Jenkins can only block as 415 drives his boot into him. Satisfied now, 415 heads towards the turnbuckle. He climbs it, raising both hands in the air upon arrival.

Gibson: Oh no.. 415 is in the high rent district!

415 launches into the air, only to be super kicked in the chest by Kevin Jenkins!! The crowd goes nuts as Jenkins AND 415 falls to the mat! Both men remain still after word, as the ref begins to count!

1..
2.…
3.…..

Jenkins is seen slowly coming to. He stretches his hand out, finding the will inside of himself to rise again.

4...
5.….
6.…..

415 sits up now, he is holding his chest with both arms tight around himself. Spitting, he turns over and stands up, breaking up the count. Jenkins is back to his feet now, and both men turn to face one another!

Jenkins and 415 charge one another now. Jenkins twists his body for an arm take down, but 415 counters with a quick back to belly suplex attempt! Jenkins is able to halt the progress by driving his leg in the way. He then grabs 415’s head for a suplex attempt only to be countered with 415 sliding along his back and landing on his feet! Jenkins turns around only to be pushed down by 415, face first into his knee!!

Gibson: Holy.. Shit.

Creep: These men are literally letting it all hang out!

415 is breathing hard now, as he looks down at Kevin Jenkins. Jenkins is struggling to lift his head now. With a quick hand signal, the crowd begins to boo as 415 announces his intentions to nail the “End of Days.” (Shooting Star Press).

Gibson: This is it!

Running to the turnbuckle, 415 takes a deep breath, before hoping to the top. He adjusts himself a moment, making sure the trajectory is correct. In front of a packed house, 415 launches into the air now, twisting his body…

And lands on the knees of Kevin Jenkins!!

Creep: OOOOOOOOOOH!

415 rolls away, grimacing in pain! Jenkins remains upon his back, completely out of gas. Slamming his fist into the mat, 415 turns over. He stalks Jenkins who is barely conscious. Looking to ringside, he steps away and slides out of the ring.

Gibson: What is he doing? No.. COME ON.. NO!

415 pulls a metal pipe out from under the ring as the fans boo him! He raises it up, looking almost crazy as his eyes glare forward. Rolling under the bottom rope, 415 brandishes the pipe with bad intentions. The ref tries to get in the way but is shoved aside. Kevin Jenkins is crawling towards 415 now as 415 drops to one knee. He grabs the hair of Jenkins, raising the bar with the other hand…

Creep: Damn.. I should have brought my camera. You tube would love this!

Gibson: You’re a sick individual..

415 smiles as he raises the pipe…. And Jenkins kicks out with his boot, kicking 415 in the gut! Jenkins then grabs 415, rolling him up into a small package! The ref covers for the pin..

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2...

415 takes the pipe that is still in his free hand, and bashes it into the head of Jenkins! Jenkins releases the package, letting his arms fall limply to the mat! 415 then tosses the pipe out of the ring without the ref noticing.. And covers for the pin with a smile..

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3!

Skye: Your winner.. 415!!!!

415 rolls away.. Coming up into a kneeling position. Sweat pours down the sides of his forehead, as he pants out of exhaustion. Nearby, Kevin Jenkins can barely lift his head. 415 takes a quick glance at Jenkins, and then rolls out of the ring. He finds.. The metal pipe…

Gibson: No.. Someone stop that man!

Creep: 415 won the damn match! This isn’t necessary!

Rolling back into the ring, 415 stalks his opponent with pipe in hand. Jenkins is still barely moving, his head bleeding slightly. As the crowd boos loudly, 415 points to the Prestige logo on the arena rooftop.. And then slams the pipe into the knee cap of Kevin Jenkins!

Jenkins screams in terror as 415 repeats the attack over and over, each time bringing it down upon the same location! EMT’s run down the ramp way and slide into the ring, as 415 backs away. They cover Jenkins, shielding him from further harm. 415 grabs a microphone.. And begins to speak..

415: See? You all misjudged me. I AM the contender I claimed myself to be. First.. I put out the champion himself.. And now the kid that everyone claims is the future of this business… Kevin Jenkins. Who is next? Watch the show tonight.. And find out..

415 rolls out of the ring as emergency crews wheel away Kevin Jenkins..

Gibson: Wow.. Take to a commercial please. I am going to be sick..

[primetime]

Fans are heard in the arena as a backstage hallway comes into view. A sound of cloth scraping along tile takes place now, as the imposing figure of Brett Cross comes into view. There is no one else around, save for himself.. As he turns to face his locker room door..

For a brief moment, he pauses. There seems to be no need for this pause, and yet he does. His log dark hair falls over his face, shielding any emotional gestures as he tilts his head to sniff the air. In a deep voice, the long facial hair that rests upon his chin begins to move as he speaks.

Cross: Aye.. The air of uncertainty is nay. Reveal yourself.. Lest the wrath of Cross be upon YOU!

There is no response. Cross turns to look over his shoulder now, his heavy fur lined trench coat partially blocking any sight of him. Finally, he grasps the door knob tightly, and enters the locker room. A heavy boot slides through the doorway, as Cross remains silent. In front of him, he notices that his room has been left in shambles..

Furniture is split and mirrors are in pieces upon the rug. The lighting fixture, still swinging from some unknown force, moves slowly from left to right, as he enters the room fully. Reaching up with a dirt stained grip, Brett Cross grabs the light fixture.. Halting any further movement.

Cross: What is the meaning of this.. Cowardly act? SHOW YOURSELF!

Cross quickly turns to his right, as a small sheet of paper falls from a broken shelf. The paper is stained with blood.. And barely legible. Reaching down, Cross gazes upon it a few moments. Only 3 words could be made out..

“I Remember YOU”

Squeezing the paper into a small ball, Cross lets it drop to the carpet below. He remains still for a moment, lost in a sea of broken furniture. Finally.. He looks up.. And swats the light bulb.. Shattering it into pieces. The room is left in darkness.

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
The Scorpion vs. Brett Cross

Skye: The following match is scheduled for one fall.. All classic rules apply. Coming to the ring first. From places 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.

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: That dude freaks me out.

Creep: Your reflection.. Freaks you out.

Gibson: I am serious. The Scorpion had a great showing last week, and one has to ask.. Can he be stopped?

Creep: If anyone can.. It is the next man to come out. This match will be epic.

Skye: And his opponent..

The fans instantly stand up and begin to cheer.

Skye: Hailing also out of places 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: There he is.. The Viking.. Brett Cross!

Creep: This match could go either way.. Let’s get to it!

The bell rings. Scorpion does not move. He looks forward, biting his lower lip as if he is thinking things over. Across from him, Brett Cross slams his fisted hands upon a nearby turnbuckle.. And growls in Scorpion’s direction! Seeing no sign of reaction from the dark one.. Brett rushes Scorpion hard! With fists held high over his head, he charges Scorpion only to come up with nothing but turnbuckle as he slams it hard!

Scorpion side steps, a showing that surprises many with his agility. He then drives his knuckles into the rib cage of Cross, causing the Viking to exhale hard. Scorpion steps back now, using a roundhouse kick to attack the rib cage area yet again.. This time causing Cross to double over in pain. Taking Cross under his arm, Scorpion goes for the DDT.. Only to be shoved away easily by Brett Cross!

Scorpion plants his feet hard, stopping the momentum. Before Cross can straighten out, Scorpion leaps into the air, planting a Yakuza Kick hard to the side of Brett Cross’s head! Sweat flings off the head of the Viking as he stumbles backward.. Still not driven to the mat. Scorpion watches his prey.. Amused.

Gibson: Relentless attacks from Scorpion here. Very impressive.

Creep: Cross still has not been driven to the mat. At this point, I would start calling on those magic powers if I was Scorpion..

Scorpion slowly walks behind Cross, flipping his hair out of his eyes along the way. With his hands held out, Scorpion times Cross’s movements.. Only to grab him around his waist for the Rolling Dragon Suplex! Cross elbows him away though, shaking off the damage. Scorpion does not give up, instead choosing to counter with a quick feint. He ends up behind Cross and strikes the rib cage area yet again! Cross is damaged.. As seen by the bruising that has begun to form.

Scorpion then displays his strength, lifting Cross off his feet and driving him into the mat below with the “Lament of Innocence” (Angle Slam). Scorpion then covers for the pin..

1..
2...
Cross shoves Scorpion away forcefully!


Creep: Scorpion has really surprised me tonight. The way he is manhandling Cross is something I don’t think I have seen since Toby Hunter was around!

Cross rolls over, quickly heading to his feet once more. Scorpion is right behind him, sending various kicks into his rib and not letting up. The audience at ringside flinches with each strike.. At the Viking is literally chopped down to size. After a final chop, Brett seems to have had enough. He quickly turns around, grabbing Scorpion around his neck and plants him into the mat with a altered neck spine buster!

Oddly, Cross rolls away after. He is holding his ribs in pain. Scorpion, still reeling, lifts his head and smiles. He now knows that Cross has been injured. With one fluid movement, he rolls over and crawls to Cross. Looking like a spider, he watches Cross roll upon the mat.. And smiles yet again.

With his head moving slowly, he raises a fist… and drives into the rib cage of Cross! Cross kicks his feet hard! Cross then rolls over… coming to his hands and knees. Scorpion rises to his feet slower, like a snake.

Walking up to Cross, Scorpion goes for a German suplex.. Only to be elbowed away! Cross stands firm, as Scorpion looks up at him! Scorpion has this look in his eye, one that would make any skin crawl. Cross does not react however, as he lowers both arms. His ribs are dark and bruised heavily, but he seems to not feel the pain. Both fights lash out simultaneously, with Scorpion coming out on the losing end without much of a struggle! Cross literally shoves his opponent to the mat.. Only to watch Scorpion roll right back to his feet!

Scorpion rushes back hard, only for Cross to kick him in the gut! He then lifts Scorpion into the air.. Planting the dark one down hard with a power bomb! Scorpion turns over quickly, almost as if he was not hit at all! He rushes to his feet, his dark hair flapping behind him! Turning around, he is nailed hard with a huge big boot from Brett Cross!

Scorpion hit’s the mat hard yet again, this time stumbling back to his feet a little slower! Yet, again on his feet he is.. Turning right into the open hand of Brett Cross!! Cross brings the hand down hard upon Scorpion’s chest, creating a HUGE slapping sound! Scorpion stumbles backward, as Brett rushes him as he had at the start of the match! Both large fists hit the mark this time, literally crumbling Scorpion into the mat!

Gibson: This match is literally going back and forth! Cross, having taken extreme punishment from Scorpion is now attempting to turn the tide.

Creep: Neither man seems to feel much pain.. I have a feeling we will see a loaded gun before the night is through.

Cross bends over, grabbing a handful of hair. Scorpion is then brought to his feet. Scorpion responds with a gouge to Cross’s eyes, causing Brett to step away! With one hand raised, The Scorpion signals for the Eliminator! (Psycho Driver)

Gibson: This is it!

Scorpion approaches Cross now, grabbing a hold of his thick hair! Bringing Cross in, Scorpion spits his hair out of his face. The crowd begins to boo as Scorpion begins to pull. Cross counters by pushing Scorpion off of him!

Both men begin to slug it out now, causing the ring to literally shake! Scorpion nails Cross…

Cross nails Scorpion..

Scorpion round house kicks Cross in the ribs..

Cross scoops Scorpion up into a fireman’s carry..

Scorpion slides out, landing behind Cross…

Cross elbows Scorpion, and then nailing a back body drop! Both men are on the ground now, with only Cross stirring. He reaches out to some unknown force.. As the crowd cheers him on!

Gibson: Wow..

Creep: You said it..

Cross slowly rises to his feet, his fist pumping on the side of him. Turning over his shoulder, he spots Scorpion who has begun to rise.. Again. Cross spits in frustration.. And then grabs Scorpion by the hair. In one fluid motion, he raises Scorpion high into the air, and fall back for The Chariot! (Overhead Wheelbarrow Suplex). The mat shakes violently as both men come down hard. Cross simply flings his arm over the chest area of Scorpion in exhaustion.. Waiting for the pin..

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3.….

Skye: Your winner.. BRETT CROSS!

Cross remains on the mat, his arm slung over Scorpion. Scorpion does not move, his hair covering his face entirely.

Gibson: Now that match will be talked about for ages. I have a feeling, these two will meet again one day.

Creep: Ladies and gentlemen, we will be back after these short messages.. From EUW.COM…

The feed fades out as Brett Cross slowly rises up off the mat. Behind him, Scorpion has turned over. The fans are still cheering as the feed fades out...

[primetime]

A shot of the backstage hallway comes into view. Slapping his legs and heading towards the camera, Royce Connolly is seen heading towards his scheduled match. He looks focused, completely driven. Heading through the corridor, he is stopped by Jack Rodgers. Connolly quickly offers a handshake, one that Rodgers accepts heartily.

Rodgers: Royce, you look ready for the world! Any thoughts before you head out?

Connolly: Well tonight, I face the biggest challenge of my career to this point. I just have to remember to stay true to my training, and make Jack Bull play my game out there along the way.

Rodgers: With Jack Bull competing for the EUW Pure Title, he will want to keep the momentum going on his career. Does this bother you at all as you go into this match?

Connolly: You know, I don’t take anything for granted. If Jack wants to reach the Pure Title, he will have to do it without a win from me. The EUW is the big leagues, and I have come to play.

Rodgers: Lastly, Prestige is almost there. Your opponent will be Christian Stephens.. Another undefeated superstar. Any thoughts?

Connolly looks off to the side as the fans cheer him on.

Connolly: Prestige. My match with Stephens is an event that I have been relentlessly training for. On the greatest stage for our company, in front of the world, it is my duty to put down a man who shares a record like my own. A lot could be said about Stephens. Don’t think that I do not pay attention to the things that have been said. When that bell rings, the world will see just like they will tonight.. That Royce Connolly is here to stay. Now if you will excuse me.. It’s time for me to go to work.

Connolly walks away, leaving Jack standing.

[primetime]

Rock Gibson: “Ok, now I’m going to hand our viewers over to the capable hands of Jack Rogers, who is backstage with Jack Bull!”

The camera slowly zooms in on the big screen, which flashes an EUW “The World Is Watching” logo, before cutting to a backstage feed. There we see Jack Rogers standing with Jack Bull. The British crowd let out a huge cheer and are quickly up on their feet for their home grown product.

Jack Rogers: “Thank you Rock, and indeed here I am with Jack Bull.”

Jack is ready in his wrestling attire, the sweat on his chest shining under the studio lights. He looks pumped up for the coming match and slowly paces back and forth a few feet as Rogers talks.

Rogers: “Now Jack, your coming off a big win last week alongside Mr. Luck against Brett Cross and Eddie Laurel and with Prestige just round the corner I’m wondering, how do you feel about your chances of winning the Pure Title at Prestige, especially as it will be hosted right here in front of your home fans in London, England?”

Bull stops and just stares at Rogers. The noise level in the crowd begins to rise a little in anticipation of something awesome happening. Bull now snatches the microphone from Rogers but continues to stare at him.

Bull: “Listen Buck. I’m only gonna say this once…. Stand there. Tuck your shirt in. Pull your pants up. Gel your hair AND SHUT THE HELL UP!!”

The crowd let out a big cheer. Poor Rogers. Bull now turns to face the camera, still looking animated, but saying nothing. The fans in the arena begin a ‘Jack Bull, Jack Bull’ chant. Bull looks off to one side, as if staring at the fans in the upper levels. He waits for the chant to die down, soaking in the atmosphere as he closes his eyes. Brining his potential gaze back to front and center, Jack now opens his eyes and throws his head back, yelling ……

Bull: “WAAZZUUUUUUUUUP!!!!”

The arena again surges with more cheers. Jack appears to be breathing heavily, his chest rising and dipping as the blood and adrenaline pumps through his veins.

Bull: “Now…. Buck. You wanna know how Jack Bull feels about winning the Pure Title? You wanna know if Jack Bull thinks he can go into Prestige and battle it out with Brett Cross, Eddie Laurel and Kid Luck? You wanna know perhaps if Jack Bull is excited about performing in front of his people, in London, England? Well let me tell you something Buck. The fact that you even have to ask that question proves just how stupid you really are.”

“Of course Jack Bull wants to win the Pure Title! Of course he’s excited about wrestling in front of the English crowd! And just so you know Buck, yes. Jack Bull does think he can walk into Prestige and walk out with Pure Title. Yes, Jack Bull does believe he can beat Brett Cross. Yes, Jack Bull does believe he can beat Eddie Laurel. And yes, Jack Bull damn sure knows he can beat Kid Luck!”

We get another cheer from the obviously biased British crowd.

Bull: “Now, you got anymore stupid questions you wanna ask Buck?”

Jack hands the microphone back to Rogers, who takes it tentatively.

Rogers: “Well, I was wondering how you felt about your opponent tonight, Royce Connolly?”

Bull: “Say what?”

Rogers: “Uhm… how do you feel about…”

Bull once again snatches the microphone from Rogers’s hand, prompting another cheer from the fans.

Bull: “Buck. You wanna know how I feel about Royce Connolly? Is that right, you wanna know how I feel about him?”

Bull turns the tables on Rogers by tilting the microphone towards him like a reporter.

Rogers: “Uhm… yeah.”

Bull: “You’re an idiot Buck (a few cheers in the crowd). What I feel about Royce Connolly doesn’t matter. Nobody cares about that Buck. The question is what am I gonna do to Royce Connolly. That’s what people wanna know Buck. That’s the question you should be asking Buck. So go on dude, ask the question.”

Once again Jack offers up the mic for Rogers to take, which he does.

Rogers: “So, Jack, what are you gonna do to Royce Connolly?”

Again Jack snatches the microphone from Rogers’s grasp, accompanied by more cheers.

Bull: “Well Buck. You don’t mind if I call you that right? No? Good. Well Buck, what is Jack Bull going to do to Royce Connolly? What is Jack Bull, the Worlds leading distributor of ASS KICKING….”

That draws another big cheer from the fans.

Bull: “…. going to do to Royce Connolly? Well hopefully Buck the answer is self evident. The clue my friend, is in the title. Worlds. Leading. Distributor. Of. ASS…. Kicking. So just at a guess Buck, I would suggest that I’m not going to slap him with a feather. I would guess, that I’m not going to tickle Royce Connolly. I would guess Buck, that I’m not gonna shake hands with him and invite him for some tea and crumpets.”

“Like I said Buck, the clue is in the title. I’ll even narrow it down for you Buck. I’ll narrow it down to two words, because I know you’re a little slow…. ASS. And. KICKING. Ass kicking Buck. You wanna know what Jack Bull is gonna do to Royce Connolly? Well Buck… I’M GONNA KICK HIS ASS!!”

Again the fans lift the roof with their cheers.

Bull: “But first Buck, I have a present. For you. ‘cos I know you work hard backstage. I know you do a lot of running around and interviewing people, so I thought I’d buy you a gift to say thank you, on behalf of the EUW roster.”

Rogers’s eyes seem to light up a little as Jack reaches off screen to grab something.

Bull: “Here you go Buck… a brand new copy of Buck-a-roo!!!”

The crowd is a mixture of giggles and cheers.

Bull: “Now Buck, I’m gonna give you an even better present. Here hold the Buck-a-roo… just tuck it under your arm or something. I’m gonna give you an even better present Buck. I’m gonna let you ask me one final question. One question Buck. So make it a goody.”

Bull now hands the microphone back to a now despondent Rogers.

Rogers: “Ok Jack (pause)… there’s been a lot of talk lately that some people think you might be crossing a line in terms of your attitude, mainly towards your opponents. At Scars and Stripes you shook hands with Mr. Luck after your match, but the other week after losing to Eddie Laurel you flipped him the bird. For the benefit of our English fans, that’s American for sticking up the middle finger…”

Bull snatches the microphone from Rogers.

Bull: “They’re not all as dumb as you Buck. Now get to the point.”

Again the mic is returned to Rogers.

Rogers: “Basically what I’m saying is, people are beginning to question who Jack Bull is. People are beginning to wonder whether Jack Bull has changed, maybe for the worse. People are beginning to wonder just how far Jack Bull will go, how far will he sink, to win a title?”

Rogers offers up the mic, expecting to have it yanked away. But this time Bull is very slow and deliberate as he raises his hand and wraps it around the free part of the microphone, allowing Rogers to let go calmly and without fuss. Bull waits a moment, deliberating his response.

Bull: “Well Buck, I’m sorry you and some people feel that way. I’m sorry I can’t be a ball of sweetness and light, like Yawn Connolly. But what do you think this is Buck? What do you think we’re doing here, in this arena? What do you think people like me and Connolly do for a living, huh Buck?”

“You want me to cuddle him instead Buck? You want me to ask Royce what’s on his mind and give him a shoulder to cry on? You want me to be best pals with him and the rest of the EUW roster? What the hell do you think this is Buck? You think this is some kind of buddy, buddy, Disney movie? You think it’s ‘Bro-mancing The Stone’?”

“I have a job to do Buck. I have a goal. A mission. My mission is to win titles and dominate this fed like no other guy ever has. My mission is to carve the name Jack Bull into the history of the EUW, to leave an indelible mark Buck. You think that happens easily? You think that happens by making best friends out of the rest of the roster?”

“No Buck. That happens by kicking ass and taking names Bucks. It happens by beating the crap out of people along the way. It means running over people Buck. It means tearing down the biggest names the EUW has to offer Buck. It means that tonight, Jack Bull is going to walk down to that ring and hand Yawn Connolly the absolute ass kicking of a lifetime.”

“Then it means heading onto Prestige where I will become the new Pure champion. It means sending Brett Cross back to Canada with his horns all bent. It means sending Kid Luck back to Las Vegas with a pair of dice shoved up his ass. And it means taking that scrawny, pathetic excuse for a wrestler Eddie Laurel and sending off to meet all his favorite poets in heaven.”

“AND THAT’S A FACT!!!”

The crowd finishes it off prematurely by shouting in unison; “asshole!”. Bull turns to look down the camera once more, then looks over at Rogers.

Bull: “I was wrong Buck… it’s sing a long with Jack……. ASSHOLE!!”

The fans roar with cheers as Bull thumps the mic into Rogers’s chest and walks off.

Rogers: “Back to you Rock.”

[primetime]

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

Gibson: Our next match is going to be an exciting one. The newcomer, Royce Connolly will step in the ring with one of the most popular stars on the roster.. Jack Bull.

Creep: Jack Bull has a way of asserting himself and getting the job done. I am not taking anything away from Royce. It’s just that he will need a little more than raw skill to overcome the Bull..

Gibson: I don’t know. Connolly has been dominant thus far in his EUW tenure. This could be a shocker of a match. Let’s get to ringside where Skye is ready for the action to begin.. Once again!

The feed shifts to the ring view.

Skye: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Victory may be had by submission, DQ or pin fall. Coming to the ring first.. Out of Queens, NY. He is 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.

Skye: And his opponent..

The arena lights begin to pan around as the fans stand up and cheer! A chant begins to be overheard above the noise.. “JACK.. JACK.. JACK!”

Skye: 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.

Creep: Did you notice the difference in the presentations for those two men. Can we say.. Favored?

Gibson: I don’t know.. I just think Jack has a bit more of a relationship with the fans. Connolly can make that a non issue here tonight with a strong showing.

The ref backs away as he calls for the bell. The crowd dies down now. Royce does not hesitate to get things started as he hops about. His eyes are focused, almost mechanical.

Gibson: You know who Connolly reminds me of?

Creep: Your last boyfriend?

Gibson: Chris Sabora. I told you.. I am not gay.

Back in the ring, Jack Bull smiles now. He instantly knows he will have a bit of a challenge tonight, as Connolly approaches him with a open hand extended. Bull accepts the hand as the fans cheer them both on!

Gibson: Bit of a sportsman like behavior by both me there.

Creep: Yeah.. Next thing you know they will be playing grab ass with one another. I am kidding. I didn’t mean to get you excited.

As Rock Gibson rolls his eyes, Jack Bull reaches out and locks up with Connolly. A test of strength between the two men commences as the both of them lean into one another. Neither man loses ground as muscles twitch. Finally, Bull wins the battle as Connolly slowly steps backward. Connolly counters this by dropping to one knee and taking Bull down to the mat with an arm lock.

Bull slaps his shoulder once, before twisting his body around and pull Connolly over his shoulder. Connolly rolls unto the mat and back to his feet.. Kicking Bull square in the chest before Bull can react. Connolly then dives unto Bull, attempting to drives his elbows into anything that is exposed in front of him! Bull does his best to block any incoming strikes as Connolly unleashes them with great precision! After taking a few more shots to the jaw area, Bull slides his feet under Connolly and launches his opponent off of him!

Gibson: What a display of strength there! Bull literally kicked Royce right off of him!

Connolly does not get sidetracked though, as he rolls over his side and scampers to his feet. Bull is also rising when Connolly reaches him, grabbing the shoulder of Bull and Irish Whipping Bull to the ropes shortly after! Bull bounces off the ropes, just in time to grab Connolly around his waist.. And fling his opponent across the ring! The fans cheer loudly as Connolly is sent flying like a rag doll!

Creep: There is a definite mix of styles out there. That will be a deciding factor for sure.

Shaking his head, Connolly regroups as Bull is raising an arm. The fans react to his prompts as the two men circle on another! Connolly slightly bows, showing respect to Bull, and then lunges at his opponent. A few elbows and foreheads smash into Bull quickly, and Bull responds with a forearm of his own. Timing it perfectly, Bull ducks under the next strike and scoops up Connolly, dropping him down to the mat with a powerful body slam! Connolly rebounds quickly though, racing to his feet only to be scooped up yet again.. And slammed to the mat with the same body slam as before!

It’s Bull on the attack now, as he grabs Connolly by his head region. Bull then takes a quick shot at Connolly with his hard knuckles, before Irish whipping his opponent into the turnbuckle! There is no hesitation now as Bull charges at Connolly, nailing a huge spear! The fans are screaming at a fever pitch as Bull stands erect.. And begins to stomp Connolly who seems completely taken off his game.. And slinking into the corner.

Gibson: Bull is on a mission tonight! It seems like the Veteran is taking the rookie to school.

Creep: Connolly will need to get something going if he is to make it out of this match alive..

Bull raises a boot now, driving it into the exposed neck of Connolly. He chokes him now, leaning into Connolly while bracing himself on the ropes. The ref begins to count… ordering Bull to release Connolly shortly after.

Bull backs up, feeling good about himself. He raises a fist to the fans yet again before diverting his attention to his fallen opponent. Walking forward, he is doubled over in pain now as Connolly fights back with a fist to the gut! Bull shakes it off… reaching for Connolly.. Only to be punched yet again in the gut! Bull backs up a bit, as Connolly rises to his feet and literally lifts Bull off of the ground! He carries Bull across the ring, slamming Bull into the mat hard with a spine buster!! Connolly then covers for the pin.

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Bull kicks out.

Both men race to their feet, obviously spent of energy. Connolly is first to attack, as he sends repeated chops into the chest of Bull! Bull finally manages to respond in kind, choosing instead to punch Connolly. Both men slug it out a moment, until Bull kicks Connolly in the gut! With a flip of the arm, Bull attempts a snap suplex, only for Connolly to land on his feet! Jumping into the air, Connolly nails a missile drop kick!

Creep: Wow.. This match is great!

Gibson: I think Bull woke up something in Connolly tonight.

Racing over to Bull, Connolly grabs for his legs and tries to turn over Bull! He has the sharpshooter on his mind! Bull flails his arms, doing his best to fight off the attempt. Finally, strength overcomes skill as Bull launches Connolly away with pure arm strength!

Connolly stumbles forward, as Bull literally kicks up to his feet! In a surprise counter, Connolly suddenly sends his boot out behind him, catching Bull with a pin point super kick! Bull drops like a dead weight as Connolly slides down for the pin!

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2.…
Bull kicks out!

Connolly grabs Bull by the leg now, rolling the both of them over into a more tightly packed pin attempt!

1..
2.…
Bull kicks out!

Connolly twists his body around now, and somehow Bull does too, and the two men roll over with Bull being the man on top this time!

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2.…
Connolly kicks out!

Both men roll away now, as Connolly wipes the sweat from his eyes. Across from him, Bull remains on one knee. He is breathing heavily.

Gibson: What a damn good match! Listen to these fans out here!

Creep: I have to say, I did not expect this!

Both men rise to their respective feet slowly, eyeing one another. Connolly reacts first, kicking Bull in the gut and Irish whipping him to the ropes! Bull ducks under clothesline effort on the way back, only to stop in his tracks and nail the Bullseye (Rock Bottom)! Connolly hit’s the mar hard. Bull finds himself in a sitting position.

Gibson: PIN HIM!

Wiping the sweat from his eyes, Bull surprises the crowd as he rises to his feet yet again. Picking up Connolly’s limp form, he drapes the arm over his shoulder and plants one more Bullseye upon Connolly for good measure. Bull hooks the leg and covers for the pin..

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(Crowd) THREE!!
3..

Skye: The winner of this match.. Jack Bull!!

The fans cheer for the both of the competitors as Jack Bull rolls away. Looking down to his right, he notices Connolly stirring. Somehow, the young man has stumbled back to his feet! Jack watches with an amazed look upon his face, only to find himself glaring into the eyes of Royce Connolly! The crowd grows silent..

Connolly offers a handshake!

Gibson: Now THAT.. Is sportsmanship!

Bull accepts the handshake as the fans in the arena literally lose it! Both men head to their respective corners, playing to the fans as Bull’s theme song begins to play. The fans love every minute of it as the post match celebration continues!

Creep: Allies were formed here tonight…

Gibson: Both of those men.. Are pure superstars. Period.

[primetime]

The cameras now cut to the backstage area where we find a conversation happening between the two EUW backstage interviewers, Jack Rogers and Sarah Thompson. Of the two, Sarah has a worried look on her face and is seemingly trying to plead a case to Jack. Jack has a slight look of concern on his face, but also seems to carry an air of acceptance around him, seemingly realized he has to do something he might not necessarily want to do. The cameraman moves closer and finally the voices of the two individuals can be heard.

Sarah Thompson: I’m telling you Jack, don’t do it! You weren’t there last time! You have no idea what it’s like!

Jack Rogers: Sarah, I know you’re scared, but I have a job to do. He’s only one man, how bad could it really be?

Sarah slowly looks away and at the floor, a look of concern pouring over her face as she collects her thoughts and speaks once again.

Sarah Thompson: It was something like I’ve never experienced before. There was no emotion, no feeling, no humanity in that room. It was like I was talking to a ghost. That man frightens me Jack. You can tell how smart he is, but also that there’s something missing in his head. I don’t want to be around him. Please don’t do this!

Jack Rogers: Sarah, it’s my job. I can’t back down. Sorry, but I have to get going. It’ll be fine.

His peace said Jack now walks off down a long hallway in search of his designated interview target. The hallway is deserted and quiet, not a soul in sight other than Jack and the cameraman. Jack casually looks for an open door, but is suddenly startled by the sound of an agonizing scream! Jack quickly looks around for the source of the scream and quickly begins sprinting down the hall. The scream gets louder as Jack moves down the long hallway now, finally culminating at a small door that is slightly ajar off to the left. Worried about the horrifying scream, Jack kicks the door open and runs in…only to stop cold at the horror he sees.

Across the empty room stands the unmistakable form of the one called The Scorpion. However, more horrifying than his presence is the state in which he is to be found. The young warrior stands shirtless and dripping blood, his stomach covered in bruises and his chest scarred by long, jagged, bloody marks. The Scorpion’s eyes are wide with shock and his breathing heavily, a small trickle of blood coming out of his mouth, as if suffering internal injuries. It’s obvious that the shock has affected his hearing as well, as he doesn’t even acknowledge Jack, almost as if he isn’t there.

What is most horrifying though is what is found in The Scorpion’s right hand. In that hand rests a long, sharp, bloody dagger. Piecing two and two together, Jack brings his hand to his mouth in shock at what he just realized. Those bloodcurdling screams were from The Scorpion…and he has done all of this horrific damage to himself.

However, it does not appear to be over as The Scorpion regains his composure and stands straight up now. His eyes still wide with shock, he brings the dagger to his face and utters a few words aloud.

The Scorpion: Failure is not to be tolerated. The blood of sin must be purged. Purify my soul father, make me worthy once again!

The bizarre rambling done, The Scorpion now shows his complete and utter insanity as he takes the dagger and pushes it into his own chest! He does not penetrate deeply so as to not cause permanent damage or death, but blood is immediately drawn. What’s more disturbing is that he proceeds to slowly drag the dagger across his chest, cutting into his own flesh. The Scorpion once again lets out an agonizing scream, obviously in an incomprehensible amount of pain. The strands holding the flesh together slowly snap apart as the blade makes a long, jagged mark to go along with the other. The horrific deed done, The Scorpion now drops the dagger and falls forward onto his hands and knees. He heaves for breath and his face is a mask of complete shock, the blood still dripping down his mouth. However, this does not last as the psychopath on the ground now actually snickers and gets a grin on his face, seemingly amused by the entire situation! The grin stays on his face as he now begins to actually laugh, finding humor in the tremendous pain he must be going through!

This is all that Jack can handle, as he sprints out of the room as fast as his legs will carry him. The cameraman sets the camera to automatically shut down and follows suit, leaving the camera alone on the floor. As the picture slowly fades out, the last image captured is one of insanity, as The Scorpion continues to laugh on the ground, blood pouring out of self-inflicted wounds…

[primetime]

The camera cuts to Mr. Luck, flanked by Big Dave and Zack Cornell, walking through a corridor in the back of the arena, pumping his fists and cricking his neck on his way to the ring. As he passes a vending machine, Jack Rogers quickly runs out from near it, clutching a microphone.

Rogers: MR. LUCK!! MR. LUCK!!

Mr. Luck stops, turns his head to Rogers, sighs, and snaps his fingers at Dave.

Mr. Luck: Dave. Get him away from me.

Dave walks over to Jack Rogers, lifts him over his shoulder, and turns away from Mr. Luck, carrying him away as Rogers kicks and pummels uselessly at Dave's thick back.

Rogers: GET OFF ME!! GET OFF ME!!

Mr. Luck and Zack turn around and watch Dave carry Jack Rogers off down the corridor. Suddenly, the camera feed switches and approaches from behind Mr. Luck who, upon hearing the pattering of footsteps, turns around, jolting away from the impending cameras lens.

Mr. Luck: JESUS! Watch where you point that thing!!

Sarah Thompson quickly appears in front of the lens of the camera, holding a microphone.

Thompson: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am standing here with one of the contenders for the Pure Title at Prestige..Mr. Luck! Mr. Luck, tonight you are fighting an opponent who has repeatedly proven himself to be of the highest caliber, and has risen above your level repeatedly..Could you pull off an underdog victory tonight?

Mr. Luck: Sarah..Don't call me an underdog. Calling me an underdog implies that I'm of such a low skill level that a win would surprise people. STEPHENS is the underdog in our match-up tonight. You know what he is, sexy? He is nothing more than a rusted hunk of scrap metal trying desperately to relive the glory days as he drags his weak carcass around on spindly little legs, hoping that someone might see him as something else than an old has-been who knows to get out of a young mans sport. You are looking at the next idol of professional wrestling, so don't call me an underdog, alright?

Mr. Luck pats her cheek patronizingly and pushes her aside slightly.

Mr. Luck: Now, if you excuse me, I'm going out there to prove to you, the British, and the entire goddamn world that Mr. Luck is the future for EUW and for this sport, alright? That's a good girl.

Mr. Luck and Zack walk past the camera in single file. The camera pans on Sarah whose standing there, sneering in anger. Suddenly, Dave walks slowly past the camera, and Sarah places a hand on his chest quickly.

Thompson: Dave! Big Dave! Can we get a few words?

Dave: You can have seven: Get the fuck out of my way.

Dave walks past the camera and down the coridoor.

[primetime]

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

Skye: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming out first.. MR. LA! Christian Stephens!


The lights go out....Suddenly "Ghosts N Stuff" by deadmau5 begins.....Just as the song crescendos the arena is filled with light from an amazing light and lazer display. On the Titantron we see the words "Mr. L.A." fly onto the screen.

A single light shines down on the entrance way. Slowly Christian Stephens begins to rise from the floor. His back is turned from the ring. He's wearing a huge fur coat. Slowly he turns soaking in the response from the crowd.

He makes his way to the ring randomly pointing at the crowd. He jumps up onto the apron and enters the ring. Christian enters the ring and proceeds to the farthest turnbuckle. He gets up on the corner and lifts both arms. The crowd boos but Christian shrugs it off. He jumps down and turns to get ready for his match

Gibson: Ladies and gentlemen, if you are joining us now, you are about to witness the battle of the ”Misters”! It’s the very powerful Mister Luck versus the enigmatic.. Mister LA! Any thoughts Creep?

Creep: These two men are very evenly matched. I think the real question is, will Luck’s entourage play a factor?

Skye: And his opponent.. Accompanied by Zack and Big Dave.. 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 colour. Once the main section of the music begins, Luck walks out onto the stage, adjusting the tie of his suit and grinning at the audience, stopping at the top of the ramp and giving them a wave. Cornell and "Big" Dave Markinson emerge from behind him. Cornell takes off Lucks suit blazer and folds it over his arm while Dave pats Lucks shoulders.

As they walk down the ramp, Luck unbuttons his pressed dress shirt, stopping midway up the ramp, taking off one of his many ties, and handing it to a young lady in the audience, grinning. All three men continue down the ramp, slapping hands along the way. At the bottom of the ramp, Dave hops onto the apron and holds open the ropes for Luck and Cornell, who climb into the ring as Dave hops to the outside, pacing around the ring. Luck hands Cornell his shirt and tears off his suit pants, revealing his tights before climbing up to the nearest corner and clapping, pointing at the fans and grinning. He hops down, walking over to Skye and motioning for the microphone. Skye reluctantly hands it over and Luck waves her off, walking into the middle of the ring and looking at the crowd, grinning. The music cuts off.

Luck: Ladies and Gentlemen of all ages, creeds and backgrounds, I thank you for being here in the Paris of the West, the City by the Bay, San Francisco! Welcome to a night of violence, extravagance and vengeance! Welcome to a spectacle that needs to be seen to be believed, and should be watched with both eyes open and ready for amazement! Ladies and Gentlemen, Introducing myself: Hailing from the beautiful jewel of America that is Las Vegas, in the enigmatic state of Nevada. Weighing in tonight at a slender two hundred and twenty one pounds, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I AM MISTER LUCK!!!

Luck throws the microphone out the ring to Skye, walking into his corner and Cornell climbs out onto the apron, accompanying Big Dave who both stand on the apron, deep in talk with Luck who listens while he smiles and waves at his adoring crowd.

Both men immediately meet at center ring. Stephens seems to be mocking Luck, making chicken gestures with his arms. The crowd laughs now as Luck smiles and turns to face Big Dave who looks to find no humor in it at all. Looking to the fans now, Luck smiles… only to be punched hard in the jaw by Stephens..

The bell is now rung!

Lucks holds his jaw, stumbling backwards. Stephens holds both arms out now, smiling and congratulating himself! Luck shakes it off now, turning to return the favor with a strike to Stephen’s jaw! Stephen’s takes the time now to stumble back. Behind him, Luck raises his hands, taunting Stephens!

Creep: These guys are going to spend more time showboating than anything else!

Stephens whips around, obviously angered! He rushes Luck who easily sidesteps.. Using an arm to flips Stephens to the mat hard! Luck then raises an elbow and drops hard to the mat with an elbow drop maneuver.. Finding nothing but mat! Stephens twists out of the way, and then drives his elbow into the back of Luck’s bald head! Luck returns the show with an elbow of his own… and both men roll away!

The crowd cheers loudly as both men now stare at one another.. Take a moment to catch their breath. Stephens nods at Luck, and Luck winks his eye confidently in response..

Gibson: These warriors are almost completely balanced across the board. This will turn into a battle for the ages for sure!

Stephens stretches his back slightly, backing up as he does so. At ringside, Zack seizes the opportunity, choosing to launch up the side of the ring and forearm Stephens in the back of the head! Stephens turns around immediately, reaching out for Zack but is too late as Zack drops back to ringside with his hands raised.

Luck uses the sudden distraction by his friends to drive into Stephens, grabbing him around his waist and yanking back for a German Suplex! Stephens hit’s the mat hard. Luck does not let go of Stephens though, choosing to roll over with his opponent in tow and continue the attack. He twists his body around, and turns Stephens the opposite direction, falling down to his ass with a neck breaker. This sends Stephens down to the mat. Luck is sitting up, laughing and pointing to himself.

Creep: Luck is really impressing me tonight. Great game plan.

Gibson: Don’t forget that Stephens is undefeated still to this point. I have a funny feeling that there is more left in the tank.. For Mister LA.

Luck rolls over now, and slides over to Stephens.. Covering for the pin. At ringside, Big Dave hunches over and slinks to Luck’s location. He then sneakily grabs Stephens legs to help with the pin..

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Gibson: Come on ref! Don’t you see that?!

2..

The ref suddenly looks behind him, catching Dave in the process. Luck is disgusted now, rising to his feet and getting in the referee’s face, arguing the decision to stop the count. The ref will not hear it though, gesturing for the match to continue. Luck gives up..

Stephens rolls him up into a small package!!!

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2...
Luck kicks out!

Both men scramble to their feet, but Stephens is a tad quicker this time! He performs a arm take down, sending Luck rolling unto the mat! Lucks uses the momentum to roll right back to his feet, only to be clotheslined hard by a new wide awake Christian Stephens!

Stephens backs up, timing Luck along the way. Luck slowly rises to his feet yet again, only to find Stephens hitting a lionsault from a standing postion in his direction! Luck reacts quickly, ducking down and letting Stephens sail over his head! Stephens lands perfectly on his feet though, choosing intead to grab Luck by the head and lock in the “Sunset Strip” (Dragon Sleeper)!

Gibson: Great show of agility by Stephens there! Luck is going to have to get out of that patented hold by Stephens quickly, or it will be over before he knows it!

Stephens leans back, driving his base into Luck’s outstretched neck. With hands raised, Luck flails about, pushing the two of them backwards with his feet. Both men finally arrive at the ropes, where Zack is seen climbing up the ringside apron once again!

This time, Stephens is ready for him though, choosing to release Luck just in time! He turns and drives his forearm into the face of Zack! This sends Zack backwards and off the ring apron! Big Dave then grabs Stephens around his foot! Stephens reacts quickly yet again, yanking his foot free of Dave’s grasp! Dave is smiling though, causing a look of concern in Stephens’s face.

Luck is now back on his feet. He rushes Stephens hard for the “Desert Boot” (Running Big Boot). Stephens reacts yet again in time, bending over and using Luck’s momentum so send him over the top rope! The crowd cheers loudly as Stephens turns to face the cheers, smirking. Unknown to him, Luck has landing on his feet on the ring apron! He wait’s a moment, hopping to the top rope, and launches off for the “Ace of Spades” (Twisting Tornado DDT)!

Stephens is hit hard as his body flops hard to the mat! Rising to his feet, Luck glances over at his friends at ringside. They nod in return, signaling the go ahead for the next phase of the match. Walking over to the turnbuckle, Luck ascends to the top. The fans re cheering him on incessantly as he raises his hands to balance himself. Then, he leaps off into the air, nailing his finishing move.. The Royal Flush! Luck then covers for the pin!

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3!

Skye: Your winner.. Mr. Luck!

Lucks rolls off his opponent and rises to his feet. He has a grin from ear to ear as his theme song begins to play around the arena.

Gibson: A clean win by Luck here tonight.

Creep: Clean? It was practically a handicap match out there!

Gibson: Regardless, it is a win indeed. We will return after these messages!

[primetime]

(Commercial)

A large man walks into view. Dressed in a sharp suit with a brown cowboy hat on, he smiles and folds his hands. Behind him, images of past EUW Superstars play out.

"Hello, I am J.J. Former announcer and Hall of Fame inductee here in the EUW. It is my pleasure to announce an event that has been needed for far too long now. Over the past few years, many stars have stepped in the ring under the EUW banner and created some of the most fondest memories I have ever had the pleasure of watching. From stars such as the first owner of the EUW.. Ash Mathews.. all the way to the last person to retire.. Toby Hunter. Each one of them brought a new flavor to the ring and exemplified what being a superstar is all about.

During my time as an announcer, I can say that I found myself in the middle of all of this legacy as it was formed, and to watch it all go away would be a shame. Kirk Kennedy and EUW.COM have worked tirelessly to bring to you a show that has never been attempted before. This show will dedicate itself to cementing the memories of past stars, and honor them for all of their efforts. This show is..

The EUW Hall of Fame celebration. This years inductees are as follows.

• Ash Mathews
  
• The Creep
  
• Hi Octane
  
• Tom "The EH" Roberts
  
• Toby Hunter
  
• Meltdown
  
• And myself..

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I find it quite an honor to even be thought of as an announcer let alone to have my name placed besides those men I just stated. The EUW hopes to continue this tradition before Prestige every year, and we would like you all to experience it with us. So join us for an evening of memories, fun, and EUW History! I know I will!"[/i]

[primetime]

The arena parking lot comes into view.

Stepping out of a green Mercedez Benz, AJ Valdez grabs a large gym bag and slams the door behind him. He is dressed in a white tank top and baggy grey slacks. On his head is a red bandanna. He begins to head towards the arena entrance when a voice calls out from behind him.

Voice: Hey brother, got a minute?

Valdez snaps around to face the source of the voice. He does not look amused at all. In all actuality, he looks startled. Looking at a dark blue pick up truck, Valdez spots the voice. It belongs to Chuck Johnson. Seated in the driver’s side of the truck, CJ bobs his head to some music while sporting a camouflaged baseball cap. Walking up alongside the truck, Valdez rests his arm upon the window and speaks..

Valdez: Hey holmes, are you fucking crazy or something? What makes you think that I want to talk to a dead man?

CJ: Is that what they call me these days? Damn, looks like my goose is cooked, right? I better catch the first train out of town! Anyway, you wouldn’t happen to know a good recipe to make some tacos would you? You seem like the kind of guy to know that..

Valdez smirks and begins to walk away. CJ quickly hops out of the truck and chases down Valdez. Grabbing him by the shoulder, Valdez turns around.. Almost at the end of his patience. Laughing, CJ steps back and continues to speak.

CJ: I am kidding, homie.

Valdez: Homie? Look, I am not stupid. You are just kissing my ass so I will call the match in your favor.

CJ: Actually.. Yeah I am!

CJ begins to laugh as the audience is heard doing the same.

Valdez: Well, tough shit. Tonight, I am going to enjoy my front row seat as I watch Titan rips you from limb to limb. You see, I can’t lose tonight. If you do pull off a miracle and win.. Then I get to watch Titan get done wrong. See? I am not the stupid Mexican that you thought I was now am I?

CJ gets a bit closer to Valdez. He removes his baseball cap, exposing his bald head.

CJ: Actually, Sanchez.. I just wanted to let you know that if you decide to forget the English language tonight… and do not call it down the line.. You will be dealing with me. We both know what happened last week when we faced one another now don’t we?

Valdez: You done, white boy?

CJ: It’s redneck.. One bad ass mutha’ fucking redneck.. And yeah I am done.

Valdez turns and heads into the arena, leaving CJ behind. Looking towards his truck, CJ heads back where he came from as he speaks..

CJ: Damn.. I really did want some tacos.

[primetime]

Singles Match.
Non Title Match.
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Chris Sabora vs Eddie Laurel

Gibson: The next match should be exciting as the red hot Eddie Laurel squares off against the EUW World Champion.. Chris Sabora. Any thoughts here, Creep?

Creep: Actually, yes. Eddie needs to win here. A victory over the World Champion should place him in the driver’s seat come Prestige when he contends for the Pure Title. On the other hand, Sabora needs to make it through this match with minimal damage done to him. He is harboring a severely strained knee cap thanks to an attack from 415 last week. Eddie might be facing the champ at just the right time. Sabora is in trouble here tonight..

Gibson: Then again, a wounded animal is a dangerous animal.

Creep: He is a machine. A broken machine is a broken.. Machine.

Gibson: Yeah. I won’t even respond. We now look to Skye as she prepares for yet another great match on tonight’s card!

The feed cuts to ringside as Skye smiles to the packed house.

Skye: The following match will be be scheduled for one fall. The EUW World Championship will not be on the line. Coming out first, from parts unknown.. Eddie Laurel!

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

Gibson: Eddie Laurel is looking ready for battle out there..

Creep: I just farted…

Skye: And his opponent..

The crowd rises to their feet at the spotlights twist towards the entrance.

Skye: Out of Los Angeles, California. He is the EUW Champion of the World… Chris Sabora!

“The Sounds of madness” by Shinedown begins to play as the lights dim. Hobbling through the entrance, Chris Sabora comes into view with the EUW World Title hung securely over his right shoulder. A heavy brace is seen wrapped from his top right thigh down to his calf area. The fans cheer him on as he makes his way down the ramp way..

Gibson: Yeah.. The Champ may indeed be in trouble after all.

Creep: Laurel needs to go after that knee right away. Sabora is still dangerous in any capacity.

Rolling under the bottom rope, Sabora places the strap back upon his shoulder and walks towards center ring. Eddie instantly glares down at the large knee brace, smiling. Lifting the title high into the air for all to see, Sabora acknowledges the fans one more time before handing the strap to the referee. The bell is rung shortly after..

Charging out of the corner, Eddie slides down and immediately goes for the knee area! Reacting instinctively, Sabora hops over Eddie just as quickly, landing awkwardly after. Eddie rises to his feet though, just in time to take a elbow to the jaw!

Sabora follows up the attack, grabbing Eddie by the arm and whipping him to the ropes. Eddie bounces off the ropes only to have Sabora drop down to the splits… and be taken down into a make shift ankle lock!!

Gibson: It looks like Sabora is trying to level the playing field! He is going right after Laurel’s ankle to slow the man down.

Creep: Nope. Sabora has to take things down to the ground if he is to come up big here tonight. He is in no shape to fight on his feet.

Holding unto the ankle lock, Sabora twists his body around now and switches the hold into a ankle to hip lock now. Laurel’s eyes bulge as his leg is slowly torn apart! Reaching for the ropes, Laurel finds nothing. He then uses his free leg to boot Sabora’s head, hoping to break up the hold! Sabora holds on though like a vice grip. Laurel repeats the strikes a few more times, finally causing Sabora to let go. Holding his jaw, Sabora rolls away as Eddie slides to the opposite of the ring.. finally safe.

Rising to his feet, Laurel aims to attack Sabora, but has no strength in his limb. The damage has been done in a short amount of time. Both men were now hampered. Laurel instead uses his quick thinking mind to use the ropes to his advantage. Pulling himself up, he hops to the bottom rope and launches toward Sabora who has just become vertical once more! He lands a full body press perfectly, hooking the leg for the pin as both men hit the mat.

1..
Sabora kicks out!

Gibson: Laurel is trying to end things quickly here. I would too.

Creep: Sabora was smart though. Going right after Laurel’s ankle will slow down the poet. This plays right into the Machine’s mindset.

Eddie rises off of Sabora now, leaving the EUW Champion adjusting his knee brace. Hopping to the corner of the ring, he pulls himself up to a seated position on top of the turnbuckle. Sabora is now pulling himself to his feet, looking surprisingly sturdy. Turning to face Laurel, he is caught off guard as Laurel falls backward, using the turnbuckle for leverage and nailing a super leg scissor takedown! Sabora rolls to the mat hard as Eddie follows behind him. Before Eddie can continue the attack, Sabora uses his healthy limb to nail a picture perfect roundhouse from a lying position… sending Laurel rolling away from him!

Sabora sees his opening, rolling to his hands and knees and heading in Laurel’s direction! As he reaches Laurel, the roles change now, as Laurel kicks the hands out from Sabora and then proceeds to lock in a chin lock! Sabora reaches out for the ropes, as Eddie leans back with all he has!

Creep: Wow! Laurel is using a submission hold here? I like it.

Gibson: Very impressive indeed!

As the fans cheer Sabora on, Eddie holds the chin lock. His face is contorted, revealing what looks to be a very focused man. With a show of strength, Sabora begins to crawl across the ring, dragging Laurel with him! Laurel tries to plant his legs down to halt the progress, but it is no use as the EUW Champion makes it across the ring, grabbing the bottom rope upon arrival.

Laurel refuses to release the hold momentarily, but after a few repeated warnings he does so. He spits at the referee, and then lets go, only to have Sabora roll over and grab his head. There is a short struggle as Sabora desperately attempts to lock in a triangle choke hold! Eddie manages to free his arm though, and begins to punch Sabora on the side of the injured knee..

Sabora releases Laurel, feeling pain like never before. He rolls around on the mat, holding his injury. Eddie sits up and smiles now, laughing as the fans boo him loudly. Rising up slightly, he finds Sabora’s knee and drops down hard upon it! Sabora tries to get away but finds it impossible as Laurel repeats the knee strikes upon the injured knee of the Machine. Feeling satisfied with himself, Eddie rises to his feet. His ankle is feeling better now due to the adrenaline beginning to flow.

Grabbing the black boot of Sabora, he yanks the EUW Champion to the center of the ring. He then points to the turnbuckle, announcing his intentions to perform the “Danse Russe” (450 Splash) Marching to the corner, Eddie easily leap frogs to the top, balancing himself after.

Gibson: This could be it, ladies and gentlemen. It seems that the injury to Sabora is too much for the champion to overcome. Had the title been on the line, Laurel may have been arriving at Prestige with the opportunity to win two belts..

Creep: Yeah, Sabora should have just stayed home here. Pride can really work against you. As a matter of fact, I remember a time that.. Wait.. We got company.

Eddie looks over his shoulder now as the crowd begins to boo even louder! Stepping through the entrance, 415 comes into view. He is seen clapping, nodding his head an cheering Laurel to victory! Laurel looks in his direction momentarily and smirks. He doesn’t seem to care at all about his newest fan!

Turning back to his prey, Laurel is suddenly knocked off his feet! He drops hard into a seated position now as Sabora is suddenly upon him with a renewed vigor! The EUW Champion yanks Laurel off of the turnbuckle, man handling Laurel after with a text book suplex! Sabora’s knee is somehow uninjured, as Sabora kicks back up to his feet! The fans scream in delight as Sabora helps Laurel back to his feet. Laurel is dazed, as Sabora comes down hard on him with a stiff elbow. Hooking Laurel’s arms into a butterfly position, he yanks the poet backwards into the air and nails a inverted backbreaker!

Gibson: Where is this coming from? A minute ago, Sabora was done for the night?!

Sabora kicks back up to his feet once more, turning to face 415 on the ramp way. With a smile, Sabora bends down and begins to remove the knee brace… revealing that he was not injured at all!!

Creep: IT WAS A RUSE!!! WELL PLAYED!

Gibson: The World Champion played the part of a wounded star tonight! The knee was perfectly fine all along! 415 is in shock!

Tossing the knee brace at 415, Sabora turns to Laurel who is just managing to get to his feet. Sabora grabs him, twisting him around after and some lifting lifts the poet off his feet. He then brings the poet down hard upon his knee, damaging the back of Eddie Laurel! Sabora then rolls over, rising to his feet. With one hand raised.. The Maximum Overdrive (RKO) is at hand..

415 sees this, deciding to march down the ramp way and head to the ring. The odds will be 2 on 1 for Sabora! As 415 pulls out a metal pipe form his overcoat, the arena lights suddenly go out!

Creep: I hate it when this happens..

The lights come back on, just in time to catch 415 standing at ringside face to face.. With Diabolik!!

Gibson: DIABOLIK IS BACK! DIABOLIK IS BACK! Sabora’s long time friend former tag team partner Diabolik has returned to the EUW.. And not a moment too soon!

415 raises the pipe but is caught with a kick to the gut! The metal pipe is then yanked out of his hand and used against him as Diabolik drives it into 415’s masked skull! The crowd ignites in cheers as Diabolik turns back to the ring, offering Sabora the thumbs up to handle his business!!

Dropping to one knee, Sabora gestures for Eddie Laurel to rise to his feet. Laurel does just that, weaving groggily, as Sabora stands up, only to put a HUGE Maximum Overdrive (RKO) upon Laurel! Grabbing the leg, Sabora covers for the pin as the ref begins to count..

1..
2.…
3!!!

Skye: Your winner.. The EUW World Champion.. Chris Sabora!

Eddie Laurel remains face down as Sabora is handed the World Championship! Diabolik rolls into the ring now, shaking the hand of Sabora and patting him on the shoulder after. Both men then head to respective corners, ascending the turnbuckles. The fans cheer the both of them as they raise their hands in victory! At ringside, 415 rolls over now unto his back.. Holding his head in pain.

Gibson: What a game plan by the World Champion tonight! It seems like Sabora planned for everything!

Creep: Agreed! It’s been a long time since we have seen Diabolik and Sabora together in the ring. Brings back good memories!

“The Sounds of Madness” begins to play now as the fans cheer. At ringside, 415 has made it to his feet now. He stumbles over to the announcer’s table, grabbing the microphone out of Rock Gibson’s hand!

415: Shut off the damn music!!

The music cuts off as the fans immediately become silent..

415: I hope you feel good about yourself tonight, man. Soak it up.. Because at Prestige.. There will be no one to help you. It is going to be just you and me inside of that ring! There will be no Diabolik, or AJ Valdez… just two old friends.

The camera feed zooms in on the side of 415’s mask as thin line of what looks to be blood drips from the side.

415: It is going to take more than a steel pipe to the head to put me down! I have been dreaming of this chance for 2 long years now.. And if it takes every ounce of my blood to achieve my goals then so be it! See you there.. Champ.

415 tosses the microphone to Rock Gibson now, and backs away.. Never taking his eyes off of Sabora in the process. Every once in a while, 415 will gesture a title around his waist with his gloved hands. In the ring, Sabora has raised the actual EUW World Championship, doing his best to taunt 415 as both men gain distance from one another.

Gibson: This has become very personal…

Creep: You were going to shit your pants for a moment there, Rock. That shit was funny..

Gibson: Whatever.

[primetime]

Inside of Kirk Kennedy’s office..

Kennedy: (On Phone) Yes, I am aware of what happened to Jenkins tonight… Yes, I know how this looks on television. Do you think I planned this shit? 415 has been acting all out of character since he received that title shot, I mean, look at what he just pulled on our champion!

(Sounds of a muffled on the phone..)

Kennedy: Look, I never promised anyone any PG rated shit. Fighting is very real, and down right savage like if you break it down. If people like Scorpion, 415, and Titan want to bust someone’s head open, the only thing I can do is deal with it. We have officials in that ring for that very issue. I stand by their decisions. Now, if you haven’t noticed, the ratings of the EUW are through the fucking roof! Prestige is on it’s way and we all know how the buy rates will be. If you don’t want to back us then I am sure I can find someone who will..

(Sounds of a muffled phone call..)

Kennedy: I thought you would see it my way. Tell the wife I said hi.

Kennedy hangs up the phone and steps out from behind his desk. Glancing out a nearby window, he smiles as he watches the packed arena come alive. Behind him, his office door slowly opens. A smaller man enters, but his features are still not able to be clearly seen..

Kennedy: Glad you could make it. I wanted to wait until Prestige to call you in but it seems I may need a bit of back up around here to keep the show going. I never thought I would hire another General Manager after that Mark Rivera bullshit took place. You ready for it?

The figure finds a seat on a nearby chair.

Mysterious Man: All set. Let’s make history.

Kennedy: Good. I appreciate it, son. First things first, we have a returning legend from the oldest days of the EUW. When he arrives, I promise you.. Shit will never be the same. He is here.. Tonight. I want you to send him in.

Mysterious Man: Sure thing.. Who do I ask for?

Kennedy walks back over to his desk now, and finds a seat.

Kennedy: You can't miss him. Just ask for..

The scene fades out.

[primetime]

Main Event
No DQ Grudge Match
Special Referee: AJ Valdez
Titan vs. Chuck Johnson.

Gibson: And now we get to the main vent for the evening. It’s the Monster of the EUW, Titan.. Squaring off against Bad Ass Chuck Johnson.

Creep: Last week, Johnson stood in front of a packed house and challenged Titan. I don’t know what he has planned, but I hope it is good!

Gibson: Agreed. Titan suffered a loss last week, bringing his incredible winning streak to an end. Some claim that Johnson was responsible for that. Let’s head to ringside, where the main event is about to begin..

The feed cuts to ringside where various fans are seen holding up signs and cheering loudly. Standing at center ring, Skye smiles as the microphone is slowly lowered before her from the ceiling.

Skye: before we begin, please welcome the special referee for tonight’s match. 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 focused..

Skye: Now.. The MAIN EVENT! Coming to the ring first, out of Chester, Montana.. Bad Ass Chuck Johnson!!!

"Whup A Man's Ass" 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. In his right hand is a leash, leading to his faithful PitBull.. Justice. Upon arriving at ringside, CJ ties his dog to the ring post. 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. At ringside, his dog barks loudly.. stirring up the fans.

Gibson: There he is.. The challenger. It isn’t often that a man headlines in the main event in just his second match!

Creep: Well, funerals are usually respected. I just hope he brought a good suit.

Skye: And his opponent.. Out of San Francisco, California.. TITAN!

“St. Anger” by Metallica begins to play as Titan steps through the entrance area. Standing along side him now is Terry Jones who is dressed very sharply. Titan bounces a bit at the entrance, as the fans boo loudly in response. A huge smile forms on the face of Titan as he slowly heads down the ramp, coming to a stop just as he reaches ringside. With both hands on his hips, Titan laughs at his opponent, before hopping up to the top of the ring curtain and entering the ring..

Chuck Johnson does not wait for a bell though..

Flying across the ring, CJ slams into the unsuspecting Titan with vicious forearm smashes! Titan is sent stumbling to one knee as CJ unleashes one hellish strike after another! CJ then backs up and points to the fans as they respond with an overwhelming.. “REDNECK.. REDNECK… REDNECK!” CJ then nods and runs toward Titan, nailing the large man on the chin with a running knee strike!

AJ Valdez approaches CJ and issues a warning, causing CJ to change his focus and stand toe to toe with Valdez now! Both men do not back down, as they glare into each other’s eyes. CJ’s lips are moving as he obviously taunts the referee..

Gibson: An impressive start by CJ here!

Creep: I agree! Titan has been totally taken off of his game tonight as the self proclaimed “Angry Redneck” has taken off on a mission! He will need to continue the assault if he is to take down Titan for good.

Gibson: And arguing with the ref is not helping either!

Titan shakes off the cobwebs from a kneeling position, just as CJ approaches him and grabs him by the shoulders. Helping the large man to his feet, CJ Irish whips Titan to the ropes now, bending forward for the return attack. Titan counters though, as he runs back to center ring and boots CJ in the jaw! CJ stumbles backwards holding his jaw only to be grabbed around his rib cage area! Titan then easily lifts CJ off his feet and performs a perfect backdrop! Sitting up, Titan has a look of bad intentions on his face now. The crowd is booing him even more loudly as he turns over to begin his signature ground and pound attack..

Gibson: CJ needs to get out of this! Remember what Stephens looked like after Titan began his ground assault!

Leaning in with all of his weight, Titan slowly mounts CJ. To his credit, CJ does his best to shove Titan’s hands away, but all it does is serve to slow down the monster. Finally, as Titan finds his spot, he drives his forehead into CJ’s cheekbone, instantly causing extreme swelling!

Creep: Holy shit!!

Titan drives his large knuckles into CJ’s face now, missing a few times but eventually catching him in various places upon the face. Time is running out for CJ. Sliding backward, CJ does his best to inch his way out as his eye sight rapidly becomes an issue due to the strikes from Titan. With Titan fighting to keep his momentum, he is surprised as AJ Valdez suddenly breaks the two men up! He orders Titan to get up off of Chuck Johnson!!

Gibson: FINALLY someone stops this!

Creep: He can’t stop Titan! There was nothing illegal there! Come on Valdez, quit cheating!!

Irate, Titan quickly rises to his feet and gets all in Valdez’s face! Valdez is pushed back slightly by Titan’s large frame but still does his best to hold his ground. Behind them, CJ slowly turns over, rubbing the blood off of his forehead. With the crowd cheering him on loudly, CJ looks up at the two men having a stare down in the ring and quickly rises back up to his feet!

Titan jabs a finger into the chest of Valdez and smiles. He then turns around and is caught off guard as CJ begins to lay into him with large fists! There is a flurry of attacks from the redneck as he drives Titan back, causing the monster to flail his arms with each strike! Just as Titan reaches the corner, CJ pulls back for a full on punch, only for Titan to lift him up and slam him hard into the mat with a huge spine buster!

Creep: He will feel that one in the morning!

Gibson: Folks, we are watching an all out war here tonight! In front of packed crowd, these two men are giving their all. Titan seems to be just a tad bit too much for Johnson though.. Can he overcome the odds here tonight?

With a cocky grin, Titan orders Valdez to begin the pin count as he covers CJ very casually.

1..
CJ Kicks out!

Titan leans over and grabs CJ by the head, driving his knuckles into the open wound that has become pretty nasty on Johnson's forehead. Blood covers the fingers as well as the knuckles of Titan now, as he drops CJ to the mat roughly and rises to his feet. With one finger raised, he signals for his finisher.. The Devastator! (Triple Powerbomb)

Creep: This is it, ladies and gentlemen. Here is a lesson for the new rookies out there.. Don’t be too eager to take on the big boys of the EUW. You might end up just like CJ over there..

Grabbing CJ by the shoulder, Titan hucks his opponent unto his large shoulder, carrying him around for the fans to see. The fans boo him intensely. Shifting the limp body of CJ around, Titan holds him in a seated position and slams CJ hard into the mat for the first power bomb! With a show of strength, Titan lifts CJ back up and plants him for the second power bomb! Finally, CJ is lifted and planted even harder for the third and final power bomb! The crowd is now throwing debris into the ring as Titan smiles and covers for the pin..

1..
2...
Th… Valdez stops counting.. And points to the ropes!!

Gibson: I don’t believe it. Somehow.. Someway.. Chuck Johnson has just enough left to place his boot on the bottom rope, successfully breaking up the pin. What a show of force from the young competitor on this evening! Johnson has taken everything that Titan can dish out, and found a way to stay in the fight! There is no give up in this young man!

Creep: It’s a no DQ match. Valdez is just playing favorites..

Titan looks at the ropes and notices the boot. He then rises up and shoves Valdez hard to the mat! Valdez rolls away, only to get back up and attack Titan in return! The crowd is stunned as the referee and Titan exchange blows! Valdez backs up and clotheslines Titan.. Sending him stumbling backwards! Valdez then rips off the striped referee shirt, only to turn and get laid out by a huge big boot from Titan!!

Behind them, Chuck Johnson rolls out of the ring. Taking a deep breath, he spits out a large amount of blood, and then searches for a weapon under the ring apron…

Titan is kneeling on Valdez now, driving his knuckles into the exposed face of the referee!

Chuck Johnson pulls out a black metal chair as the fans cheer for him loudly! Rolling under the bottom rope, he rushes behind Titan, slamming the metal of the chair hard over his large head! Titan literally shrugs it off though, rising to his feet and turning to face CJ!

Creep: What.. The.. Fuck?

CJ looks at the now dented chair, and back at Titan. He yells “Fuck you!” and drills Titan over the head another time!! Titan feels the effects this time, as he holds his head and walks away! CJ looks at the fans one more time as they cheer in return! He then runs behind Titan and nails him a third time, the impact on his large back!! Titan is in danger now..

Valdez approaches CJ from behind, ripping the chair out of his grasp! After a few choice words, Valdez tosses the chair out of the ring only to turn and get kicked in the gut courtesy of CJ! CJ then nails the Head Trip (Snap DDT) on Valdez.. Knocking him out cold!

Titan is back on his feet now, as he rushes CJ! CJ counters by turning around and swing with wild punches, drilling the still groggy Titan backwards! Titan uses his size to pick up CJ in a bear hug fashion, only for CJ to slide out, land on his feet.. Kick Titan in the gut.. And nail the Head Trip!!!

Gibson: THE HEAD TRIP! JOHNSON NAILED HIS FINISHER!

Covering for the pin, CJ waits for a count but nothing happens. He sees Valdez still out cold and so he rises up, grabs the ref, and slides him close by! Taking Valdez by his hand, CJ covers Titan and forces the ref’s hand to count the pin! The fans count as well!

(Crowd) “ONE!”
1.

(Crowd) “TWO”
2..

(Crowd) “THREE!”
3...

Gibson: I don’t believe it! Chuck Johnson has pulled off the impossible!

Creep: I never would have believed this if you told me about it…

The bell is rung as CJ rolls away, spent and covered in his own blood.

Skye: The winner of this bout.. Bad Ass Chuck Johnson!!

Johnson rolls away, breathing hard. Titan remains out cold alongside Angel Valdez for the second straight show. The fans begin to cheer loudly now, coming together under one chant..

"PRESTIGE... PRESTIGE.. PRESTIGE!"

With a nod, CJ slowly rises to his feet and raises one fist over his head. His dog, Justice, runs into ring now, hopping up and down and barking loudly. Turning to the sign hung up on the arena rooftops, CJ points to it. The sign reads.. "Prestige 2010"

Gibson: What a show tonight! I can hardly wait for Prestige to get here!

Creep: You wont have to wait long because it is almost here!!

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen, it has been a privilege hanging with you all tonight for another exciting episode of Sunday Night Vengeance. See you in a week for the EUW Hall of Fame show and then it's on to the granddaddy of them all ... Prestige! Take care!




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