EUW Presents: Prestige 2010

[primetime]

A chaotic hallway comes into view.

Men dressed in various EUW Employee clothing rush about, some holding ladders and tools, others with large boxes in tow. Walking into the hallway now is Kirk Kennedy. He nods at a few of the employees as he finds his way through the maze of people. Dressed in casual jeans and a white shirt, he opens a glass door and steps inside.

Female: Sir, everything is ready!

Turning around quickly, Kirk Kennedy smiles as he looks at his secretary.

Kennedy: Calm down, love. I have a good feeling about tonight!

Female: Those fans are expecting something huge, Sir! Listen to them out there!

The crowd is easily heard through the walls as they cheer for Prestige to begin. Placing his hand upon the woman’s shoulder, Kirk Kennedy smiles.

Kennedy: Don’t worry about that. Huge would be an understatement when describing what I have in store. Just see that the new General Manager is here and ready to go. The show is about to begin.

Female: Yes, Sir.

Kennedy: And remember.. The World is Watching..

The feed pans around the arena as the fans are shown screaming and waving their hands from left to right. Fireworks spew out from the stage area now, creating a thick smoke in the air. The feed flashes now to an English flag, and positioned underneath it is the announcer table. With headphones on and microphone before them, Rock Gibson and Creep look at the viewer as the feed centers upon them now.

Gibson: Hello all and welcome to Prestige 2010! This is it, the EUW’s flagship event of the year and let me tell you, it’s a madhouse here!

Creep: That’s right! We are airing live from across the pond in good ole’ England! The fans here have been great with welcoming us and I will tell you Rock, I will be sad to leave the place!

Gibson: I know what you mean. The tea and crumpets here are absolutely amazing.

Creep: That wasn’t quite what I meant.. But that works too! Tonight, we have a huge show planned for you all! The new era of the EUW is in full swing and the newest rookies have not disappointed. Scorpion has proven to be a man on a mission, a weird mission.. But a mission none the less.

Gibson: Then we have Chuck Johnson, our resident drinker. Both of those men have quickly solidified their place in the company.

Creep: Let’s not forget Roy Viper either. Tonight, he aims to make a huge splash.. Right here.. At Prestige! With the cards set up, and the place in working order.. Let’s look to ringside where Kirk Kennedy is about to come on out!

The lights dim as the fans begin to cheer loudly. “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne begins to play as Kirk Kennedy walks into view. He does not hesitate to head towards the ring as he walks down the ramp way and up the metal steps of the ring. Smiling, he accepts a microphone from Skye who stands in center ring dressed in a glorious evening gown. Kennedy pauses a moment, waiting for the cheers to die down before speaking..

Kennedy: Ladies and Gentlemen.. WELCOME TO PRESTIGE 2010!

The cheers begin again as the camera pans around the arena to capture it all.

Kennedy: Tonight, we have a hell of a show planned for you all. Right here, in this very ring, we have a cage match set up. Then there is a fatal four way to decide who is our next EUW Pure Champion! Now that is exciting!

The crowd cheers as Kennedy circles inside the ring. He nods at few fans while doing so.

Kennedy: Then, there is a EUW World Title match to get to! Of course, we are strapped to the teeth in other matches to round out the card and before you know it.. We are making history! First, we need to tend to a bit of business here, tonight. You see, last week I had made my decision and hired a new General Manager. He begins his position.. Tonight! Of course, I will be around from time to time but for the most part, he is the man who will become the very face.. Of EUW Entertainment! So, without further adieu, please put your hands together for the new.. GM!

Gibson: I can’t wait to find out who it is!

Creep: Neither can I!

The lights dim out…

The fans grow quiet…

“The Enemy” by Godsmack begins to play and the fans literally jump to their feet and scream!

Gibson: It can’t be..

Creep: Oh yes it can!!

Stepping through the entrance curtain, Xplode comes into view! He is dressed in light blue jeans and a leather jacket! He stops at the entrance stage, glancing around at the fans. With a quick swig of his Monster Energy drink, he then heads towards the ring. His hair is damp, as it drips down the sides of his jacket. Sliding under the bottom rope, he approaches Kennedy who does not look amused at all..

Kennedy: You’re not who I was referring to…

Ripping the microphone out of Kennedy’s hand, Xplode raises a fist in the air as he responds.

Xplode: I may not be who you were referring to.. but I am who this damn company needs! Look around you. All of these fans nearly jumped out of their seats the minute that they saw me. Do you know why?

Kennedy: I have a gut feeling that you will tell me why.

Xplode: You’re damn right I will! It’s because I am the very best man that has EVER stood in this ring. Need proof? Check your fucking history vaults! That locker room needs someone who won’t take their shit, and who brings ratings. That man.. Is me.

Kennedy says nothing a moment. Instead, he looks over Xplode’s shoulder and shakes his head.

Xplode: I am not leaving here tonight.. Until I get the job. No one else is tough enough to handle this job. Anyone else would just crumble under the pressure! No one's ever been able to handle me or control me! And the same thing will happen when I'm the General Manager!

Just out of camera view, a man slides into the ring behind Xplode. His dark hair hangs in front of his face as he hunches over and prepares to strike! The fans start to scream loudly now, doing their best to warn Xplode.

Kennedy: Well that's not at all what I expected.

Xplode catches on now, and quickly turns around but it is too late! With a huge effort, Warrior nails “The Rage” (Spear) on Xplode, driving him into the mat hard! The fans scream loudly now as Warrior rises to his feet, only to stare down at the crumpled form of Xplode! Warrior then looks up at Kennedy. From ringside, a small but confident thirteen year old girl goes up the steps and enters the ring with a microphone in hand.

Gibson: WARRIOR IS BACK! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT.. WARRIOR IS BACK!

Kennedy: Great. I suppose you want the job too?

Warrior shakes his head and motions to the girl, who it is now clear is none other than his daughter Kendra. Kendra raises the microphone to her mouth and then begins to speak.

Kendra: Quite the contrary. You'll see my daddy back in the ring starting next week, not hiding behind a desk. By the way Xplode, it appears you've just been handled.

Kennedy nods, giving a slight but controlled grin.

Kennedy: Well Warrior, welcome back to EUW.

[primetime]

Opening Match.
Singles Match
(Pinfall or Submission)
JC Styles vs Diabolik

Skye: The following match is scheduled for one fall Coming to the ring first.. JC Styles!

JC Styles walks through the entrance curtain with a slow instrumental tone playing. He continues down the rampway, gesturing to the fans as he rolls into the ring and raises his hands.

Gibson: Not much is known about this man. JC Styles is a new comer with a lot to prove. I can’t wait to see him in action..

Skye: And his opponent.. DIABOLIK!

As Hysteria hits the speakers, the crowd goes wild and Diabolik steps out onto the ramp. The lights flash red as he walks down towards the ring, ignoring everyone and everything. As he finally reaches the ring, he grins and rolls inside, where he strikes a pose as fireworks go off in each corner.

Creep: It sure is good to see Diabolik again.

Gibson: It’s been awhile since we seen Diabolik in action. Veteran versus Rookie… let’s do this!

The bell is rung.

Diabolik wastes no time, as he rushes across the ring. Grabbing Styles around his waste, he shifts his position and nails a text book body slam! Styles rolls up but is knocked to the mat hard with a stiff clothesline!

Styles grabs his jaw, shaking off the pain. Diabolik grabs him quickly not letting up. With one sudden jerk, he flips over Styles and nails a pendulum neck snap! Styles is now rolling on the mat, holding his neck in pain.

Creep: Okay, Styles has found himself in a bad way right from the start. He needs to rebound.. and quick.

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen if you just tuned in, this is Prestige 2010. We have JC Styles squaring off against Diabolik and so far, it has been a one sided affair.

Creep: Yeah, it’s almost like Styles NO-SHOWED…

Styles begins to get up and finds himself pummeled in the head by Diabolik. A few more strikes happen, each time causing Styles’s head to bob with each attack. Diabolik steps back now, smiling. Grabbing a handful of hair, he drags Styles over to the turnbuckle. Climbing up them with impressive balance. He lifts Styles into the air and performs.. Devil’s May Cry!

Gibson: Holy shit.. It’s over!

Diabolik places one boot on top of CJ Styles and waits for the pin..

1..
2.…
THREE!

Skye: Your winner.. DIABOLIK!

Gibson: That was a complete smackdown there. Did Styles even show up tonight?

Creep: It just goes to show you, if you step in the ring you better bring it.. Or you will end up like that.

Diabolik is seen stepping through the ropes now, and heading up the ramp way. Styles still has not moved from the spot he was pinned in..

[primetime]

Voice: Come in.

A door opens and the large frame of Titan comes into view. He is dressed in thin black track pants, and a red shirt that reads “MONSTER”. Glancing around the room, he looks slightly confused, as he approaches a desk.

Seated at the desk is a smaller man. He is dressed sharply in a business suit. With a short hair cut and a large smile, he leans back in his chair and waits for Titan’s response..

Titan: Where is the boss? I have business to tend to with him..

Man: You are looking at your new boss, Billy. I am Chad, Chad Kennedy.. Kirk Kennedy’s son. You will come to know me as the new General Manager of the EUW.

Titan smiles a minute while scratching his newly grown beard.

Titan: Interesting, kid. Now get out of Daddy’s chair and call him down here. I don’t have time to fucking play around..

Kennedy: I will just let that go. Like it or not, I am now your boss. You have a rather important match tonight, you must be excited.

Titan: You could say that.

Kennedy: Good. I want you to know, I run things a little different than my father.

Chad Kennedy rises from his desk and strolls across the room.

Kennedy: I want a franchise face. Someone dominating. The EUW should be about DOMINATION! Are you.. Dominating?

Titan: Look, I am Titan. I AM the most dominating man in this fucking federation. Now, I have stood here and here this little fairytale from a few owners already. Save it. I am here for one damn reason. Tonight, I face Chuck Johnson and AJ Valdez…

Kennedy: I know.

Titan: Good. Now, after I am done chewing up those two chumps, I want you to name me the number one contender to the World Championship. I deserve it. You know it.. The world knows it. Fuck, that retard Chris Sabora knows it. No one in this company can put that fucker down.. Except me. Make it happen.

Kennedy: Interesting. What is my father’s stance on it?

Titan leans into the desk, planting his open hands upon it.

Titan: He has given me nothing but the fucking run around..

Kennedy walks over to a picture of him and his father.

Kennedy: I will think it over. You do your part.. And win that match tonight.

Titan nods and heads to the office door.

Kennedy: And Billy.. I am a man of my word. Words are important. If you use those words again to disrespect me, the only title you will see is.. Unemployed.

Titan stares at him a moment, and then leaves. The door is slammed behind him.. Shattering the glass upon it. Kennedy picks up the phone, glancing at the damage.

Kennedy: Yes, I need a clean up crew….

[primetime]

The camera feed cuts to the parking lot.


A large stack of crates comes tumbling down in the garage area of the arena parking lot. Storming around a semi truck that reads “EUW INC” is Brett Cross. He wears a long fur trench coat with the hood draped over his head, giving him an ominous look to him.

A few more crates are easily tossed aside as the large Viking frantically rips through the place. Stopping in his tracks, Cross looks slowly around the parking lot now. His nose moves as if it is smelling something peculiar. With a hoarse voice, Cross begins to speak..

Cross: Thou has chosen an ill fated time to torment me. My patience has worn thin..

A thick wind begins to blow now, pushing his hair slightly over his shoulders. Cross glances to the right now, his pectoral muscles twitching.

Cross: I have come to see to unfinished business tonight. Reveal yourself, or I will spend no more energy looking.. For you.

There is no answer, and Cross decides to head towards the arena. As he reaches for the door to leave the parking lot, the sounds of tires squealing is suddenly heard loudly. Cross immediately breaks into a sprint, his hood removing itself from his head. Stopping in the center of the parking lot, he watches as a dark sedan races in his direction.

Cross does not move, daring the car to hit him as the vehicle speeds up. As man meets steel, the car swerves at the last second, veering around the mighty Brett Cross and heading in the opposite direction.

Cross: Coward…

The car comes to a stop as it reaches the parking lot exit for a brief moment, flashing it’s backlights a few times. It then.. speeds away.

Cross: We will meet.. I swear it.

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Pinfall or Submission)
The Scorpion vs Roy Viper.

Gibson: This match will be a fun one to watch. We have The Scorpion squaring off.. against Roy "The Cobra" Viper!

Creep: The Scorpion has been impressive to say the least. Now we see what Roy Viper is made of! Let's hear from Skye as the match is set to begin!

Skye: The next match is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first.. Out of Dublin, Ireland! ROY VIPER!

Roy walks out onto the stage, nothing fancy. As he makes it to the ramp he spreads his arms to his fullest wingspan while using his hands to frame his face as if saying "look at me I'm this good", as pyro drapes the titanton and stage. Roy holds the pose for a few seconds before throwing his hands in front of him and heading down the ramp at a leisurely pace. After shaking a few fans hands, or ignoring the fans depending on current character, Roy runs to the ring and slides in before walking to the corner and mounts the ropes before laying down across the corner waiting for his target to enter.

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

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

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: Here we go. 2 newer stars in the EUW! You know, I am loving this new era in the company. It's.. refreshing!

Creep: I have to agree with you, and that's a rare thing.

The sound of the bell brings both men out of their respective corners, Viper a little more hesitantly as he stares at the mutilated body of The Scorpion, not sure quite what to make of the marks. The hesitancy costs him as The Scorpion is not phased and bull-rushes Roy into the corner before immediately scoring with a shoulder thrust to the sternum. A second and third shot double Roy over into position for Scorpion to latch on and begin to fire a set of ferocious knees from the dreaded muay-thai clinch. Viper reaches for and grabs hold of the ropes forcing the referee to jump in and stop the initial onslaught from the man they call The Scorpion. He only gets a seconds reprieve before Scorpion pounces and whips him into the near ropes and taking him down with an arm drag right into a seated position. Instead of going for the standard chin lock, Scorpion simply fires a kick to the back of Roy’s neck, it snapping forward before coming back and being met with a second shot to the same area. This time he immediately falls back as the Scorpion wastes no time in getting the cover.

...1
...2
NO!

Roy kicks out at two, getting the shoulder up over top of the lateral press attempt from The Scorpion. Without a moment’s pause, Scorpion grabs the arm and uses it to pull Viper up to his feet before snapping the arm across his shoulder before ducking under right into an arm wringer. Roy grabs at his shoulder as The Scorpion smiles sadistically at him, reveling in the pain he is causing The ‘Cobra’ at the moment. Roy looks to duck out the back end and Scorpion lets him, only to snap the arm back across his own shoulder again Viper’s grasp goes from the rotator cuff to the hyper extended elbow. Scorpion retakes the back of Roy and locks the arm into a hammerlock before pinning it there with one arm. His second comes across and in a flash, the elbow connects right with the back of Roy Viper’s head, immediately dropping him down to his knees.

With the hammerlock still held The Scorpion pulls it away from his back and places his knee against the spine of Roy. He then puts the arm back before locking his other leg against it and putting him into a chin lock and pulling his body back all the while pressing on the arm with a form of standing omoplata. Roy immediately yells out in pain and with his one free hand starts flailing around, looking to get hold of the ropes or any part of Scorpion’s body. Eventually he finds one of the open wounds on his body and drives his fingers into it, hoping the invasion will cause Scorpion’s focus to shift. This strategy doesn’t work however as Scorpion merely looks down at the mortal at his feet and increases the torque of the hold as the ‘Cobra’ screams in pain.

Rock Gibson: “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a move quite like this, or something as disturbing as the Scorpion at the moment. I mean, he comes to the ring after delivering upon himself the beating of a lifetime and now he’s grinning at the fact that Roy is sticking his hands in his wounds.”

The Creep: “Come Thomas, feel my wounds so that you may believe? Maybe torture is a second rite of passage into communion with whatever false God Scorpion has aligned himself with.”

Rock Gibson: “I think the rest of the wrestlers here in the EUW would love to know that Scorpion’s power is of a divine nature because if it isn’t, we’re looking at a very scary man.”

The Creep: “True, the only thing he must be afraid of is scissors, look at how long his hair is.”

Rock Gibson: “Or it’s like Samson ...”

The Creep: “Then for his sake, Roy Viper better be Delilah.”

Back in the ring Roy still finds himself trapped in the submission hold but has managed to spin himself close enough to the ropes that with one desperate lunge he is able to get a hold of the ropes and force the referee to come in for the break. Scorpion lets up at the count of four and as he pulls away, his hand runs down his side to the new bleeding wound that Roy had stuck his hand in. Holding it there for a second he pulls away and looks down at the sacred blood on his hand. As Roy is trying to gather himself against the ropes, The Scorpion takes three fingers and runs them across chest leaving three horizontal lines of blood.

His target marked, Scorpion begins to unleash a set of knife edge chops, connecting with each line that he had drawn as Roy grimaces with each blow. Looking to save himself, Roy ducks out between the second and third ropes as the referee is forced to once again stop the onslaught of Scorpion ... or at least attempt to. Scorpion, growing tired of Roy’s lack of courage in facing him, continues to try and get at the ‘Cobra’ but the referee holds his position. With his back to Roy however, it gives him an opportunity to seize the advantage, sticking his thumb right into the eye of Scorpion who backs away for a moment instinctively, only to be caught in the other eye by the same thumb. His forced retreat causes the referee to step back into the ring and allows Roy Viper to go after the momentarily blinded Scorpion, beginning to chop down at the legs with a set of kicks before knocking it out from underneath with a dragon screw. Keeping the leg in hand as well, Roy immediately goes for the ankle lock as the tide has turned.

Rock Gibson: “Roy looked to be in trouble their but a few underhanded tactics and he now appears to have taken control of the match.”

The Creep: “If you’re not cheatin’, you’re not tryin’.”

Rock Gibson: “And against someone with the physical traits that Scorpion possesses it might be the only advantage you can have on him. Not having to worry about dishonoring a higher power than yourself in the ring.”

The Creep: “There’s no dishonor in wrestling, just wanting to win. The Greeks used to soak their junk in olive oil so other guys couldn’t grab them by it and use it to their advantage.”

Rock Gibson: Expert analysis as always Creepy.

The Creep: “Creepy as in me, or creepy as in the fact that you’re silently getting aroused at the thought of other men grabbing hold of your man bits and using them for their advantage.”

Rock Gibson: I meant you.

The Creep: Oh good, we’re kind of close here and my wee bits were getting a shade uncomfortable for a second.

With the ankle lock locked in tight, Roy Viper continues to torque the ankle. Scorpion, despite being in the hold for a sufficient period of time appears unfazed by the hold as he stares at the ropes and claws towards them. Roy begins to pull back, looking to keep The Scorpion from getting to the ropes but his move doesn’t pay off as Scorpion uses the backwards momentum to roll back through the hold and send Viper flying out of it into the ropes. He adjusts quickly though and on the rebound grabs hold of one of Scorpion’s legs and floats over the top with a single leg jackknife pin, the referee sliding in too make the count.

...1
...2
NO!

The Scorpion kicks out at two, simply rolling the right shoulder out from underneath Roy’s frame. Getting to his feet, Roy pulls Scorpion up by the long black hair before firing him into the corner. Studying the marks on Scorpion’s chest he goes right at them with a set of knife edge chops before one final blow falls Scorpion. From there Roy backs away and taking a moment, sees his opportunity to end it charging into the corner and looking to connect with a running knee to the head. Scorpion tries to get out of the way but is unable to as the vicious strike connects head on. Scorpion slumps forward as Roy makes the quick cover.

...1
...2
...
...
...
NO!

Scorpion kicks out again as Roy looks down at his opponent this evening and slowly shakes his head. Getting to his feet, he begins to stalk The Scorpion waiting for him to get to his feet so he can strike with the Venom Injection. Scorpion is slow to his feet, looking a little dazed after the concussive blow but when he gets to his feet, he’s ready for the leaping ‘Cobra’ as he ducks out of the way and with a single arm slams him down to the mat. Roy is more stunned than anything but he has little time to rest as Scorpion quickly pulls him up and fires him across the ring. He charges in looking for a clothesline but Viper ducks out of the way and then sneaks behind Scorpion and rolls him up.

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

NO!

Scorpion kicks out at two and a lot with a shocked looked on his face that quickly turns gruff.

Rock Gibson: “The ‘Cobra’ looks to have Scorpion’s number here now.”

The Creep: “Big turnaround for the kid here. Scorpion’s impressed everyone so far and Roy’s giving him one hell of a match.”

Rock Gibson: “A great way to continue the momentum of Prestige 2010 and latter tonight folks, don’t forget we will be naming a new EUW Pure Champion in a fatal fourway.”

The Creep: “That will be a great match, some of the top competitors in EUW taking part but right now we’ve got a great match going on so quit your nattering and get back to calling the action.”

Rock Gibson: “Roy Viper ...”

Roy’s gotten to his feet once again in the ring and is looking to take advantage of the Scorpion, tossing him across the ring and grabbing him from behind before now taking him down with a second German suplex. Keeping his hand s locked, he rolls his hips and gets back around, pulling the frame of Scorpion to his feet. Looking for the third German, Scorpion, knowing that if it connects would likely be the end of him in desperation sandbags against it and with a surge of strength splits the hands of the Cobra before taking him down with an ippon seionage, plopping him right onto his back. He quickly pulls Roy back to his feet and into a full nelson before connecting with a Dragon Suplex. Keeping HIS hands locked, Scorpion lifts Roy up before sending him thundering down with a second consecutive dragon. Fatigued, both from the self torture and the grueling match, Scorpion pulls the ‘Cobra’ to his feet and looks for the third Dragon but this time Roy is able to pull his hand out, and whips Scorpion into the ropes. The two come off at each other and both have the same thing in mind, scoring with a double clothesline as both men are down on the canvas.

The referee begins the slow count, as both men remain on their backs..

1..
2...
3...

Scorpion sits right up! The fans are amazed at the star as he seems to be almost.. zombie like! Now the fans start screaming as Roy Viper suddenly kicks up! The count comes to a halt.

Gibson: How do they do it?!

Creep: It's Prestige. This is where you let it all hang out..

Scorpion rushes Viper only to be taken off guard! Viper drives his knuckles into his gut, doubling him over! Viper repeats the attack, this time following it up with a double axe handle to Scorpion's wounded back!

The sudden pain awakens Scorpion, causing him to side step Viper right as Viper attempted a big boot! Scorpion twists Viper around, lifts him up, and drives Viper into the mat hard with the The Eliminator (Psycho Driver)!!

Gibson: Holy shit!

Creep: I don't believe it!

Sitting up, Scorpion glares at Viper a moment, before covering for the pin..

1..
2...
Three!

Skye: Your winner.. The Scorpion!

The Scorpion sits up as his music begins to play. He is seen speaking words that could not be heard, as he closes his eyes. Skye looks nervous, and steps out of the ring quickly..

Gibson: There you have it. Scorpion comes up big tonight against a promising rookie. Viper has nothing to be ashamed of here. Great effort by both.

Creep: Agreed. Now, I am out of here. I gotta take a shit.

Gibson: NOW??!!

Scorpion is seen slowly rising to his feet now. He looks out at the fans as the fans boo him loudly. Trash is hurled into the ring. The feed slowly fades out..

[primetime]

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen the cage is being lowered from the rooftops and we know what that means.

Creep: Exactly. It’s Rage in the Cage time as Titan and AJ Valdez meet the new comer Chuck Johnson in a battle of epic proportions.

Gibson: That’s right! Chuck Johnson has stunned the world since his arrival with his miraculous pin fall victories over Titan and AJ Valdez this month. With two angry giants aching to get their hands on him, will they even bother with one another?

Creep: You bet your ass they will. This is Prestige, the World is literally watching.. There are no friends in the cage.

Gibson: Let’s get backstage where Jack Rodgers stands with Chuck Johnson as the match is set to begin. Go ahead Jack!

The feed cuts backstage. Jack Rodgers is seen holding a microphone as Chuck Johnson smiles and looks towards the viewer. Chuck is dressed in blue jean shorts and shirt that reads “Prestige my ass! CJ is all you need!”

Rodgers: Hello CJ, I think you know why I am here. You are moments away from your showdown with two of the largest men in the company in AJ Valdez and Titan. Any thoughts?

Chuck Johnson flexes a bit as he smiles as the camera. Fans are heard cheering as he prepares to speak.

CJ: Prestige. You know, I would never have believed that things were this intense unless I seen with my own eyes. This show is literally off the hook! First things first though. Tonight, I step in the cage with 2 big ass monsters! One would have to think I was half retarded or something to even attempt to do that. You got 4 walls, supported by thick ass steel, and me.. Obviously the main target due to my ability to embarrass those two jackasses over the last few weeks. Does that cover it all right?

Rodgers: Well, they will be aiming for you. That much is obvious.

CJ: Make no mistake about it, blue eyes.. I am aware of that. As a matter of fact, you can bet your ass that I will most likely be the first man they try to take a swing at. The bottom line is this though. I didn’t come to the EUW to receive any hand outs or free rookie shots at greatness. I came here for one thing.. To compete. I wanted to compete on the largest stage in the world and do it against the best that there was. Tonight, I get my wish. Right here, in front of the English.. I unleash the largest ass kicking that has ever been seen on Grape ape and Juan Valdez!

The crowd laughs.

Rodgers: Grape Ape and Juan Valdez?

CJ: Yup. I just hope Valdez brings me a fresh brewed cup of coffee when it is all over. I hear he makes the good stuff. Look, I know what the world is thinking. How in the hell can a bald headed redneck like me get the job done tonight against those two son’s of bitches! My answer is this.. Watch and see!

Chuck Johnson walks out of view.

Rodgers: Back to you, Creep!

[primetime]

Triple Threat
Rage in the Cage Match
(Winner must escape the cage)
Titan vs AJ Valdez vs Chuck Johnson

Skye: The following match is a Rage in the Cage match. Victory is by over the top only. Coming out first, CHUCK JOHNSON!

The crowd stands up on their feet and cheers happily! “Whup a Man’s ass” by Trace Adkins begins to play as CJ walks through the entrance and heads directly to the ring. He stops at ringside long enough to take in the imposing image of the cage firsthand, before stepping into the ring.

Gibson: Listen to this applause for Johnson! He is really something!

Creep: Yeah.. Something alright.

The music slowly fades out now as CJ is seen tugging on the cage walls to test for support. “Untouchable” by Mac Mall begins to play now! Blasting through the entrance and down the ramp way is AJ Valdez! He does not wait to be announced at all, instead choosing to race into the cage and begin swinging fists with CJ!

The bell is rung!

Gibson: WOW! Valdez is on fire here, it’s all business out of him tonight!

CJ and Valdez exchange fists for a short time. Valdez seems to gain the upper hand due to his large body size when CJ ducks under a punch, only to lay into Valdez with a hard clothesline! Valdez does nto go down though, only stumbling back a bit due to the impact.

CJ backs up a bit and gains a running start! Valdez catches CJ around the waist, and flings CJ over his head with a German Suplex! CJ hit’s the mat hard, holding his back! Valdez turns around now, back to full strength. He grabs CJ around the neck and literally lifts the redneck to his feet!

Gibson: haha! Chuck now has.. A red neck! Get it?!

Creep: You’re a fucking comedian. These two men are destroying one another in the cage and we have yet to see the third combatant! If you ask me, Titan is waiting on purpose.

Gibson: It would make sense. Letting these two men tire out is a smart move.

Hoisting CJ high into the air, Valdez brings him down upon his shoulder and then to the mat with a Gorilla Press Slam! Johnson is hurt, holding his back. Valdez is in control now, visibly smiling. Picking up CJ one more time easily, Valdez looks to the crowd, leaving CJ an opening! He kicks Valdez in the gut, causing Valdez to stumble backwards! CJ does it again.. And then again! Finally he grabs Valdez around the back of the head and Irish Whips the larger man into the cage!

Valdez falls to the mat now holding his face in pain. There seems to be blood forming on his fingers as he does so. Shaking off the cobwebs, CJ reaches down to grab Valdez.

“St Anger” by Metallica begins to play..

Gibson: And here comes the Monster.. Titan!

Waltzing through the entrance, Titan is seen laughing. He glances at the fans a second before looking at the cage. Finally, he begins to head towards the ring…

Valdez and Johnson are really laying into one another now. CJ is propped against the turnbuckle as Valdez drives his knee repeatedly into his chest. After three strikes, CJ responds by literally picking Valdez up off his feet.. And spearing him into the mat! The fans cheer as CJ defies the odds, taking it to the larger man. The cage door opens now as Titan enters the cage. He has an ear to ear smile, as both the opponents quickly stumble to their feet and spread apart. CJ and Valdez look at Titan.. Waiting on his movements..

Titan points at CJ and then motions for Valdez to work along side him. There is a nod and the fans cheer loudly as both men attack CJ! CJ ducks to the mat now, causing both large men to slam into one another! CJ crawls under the legs of Titan and Valdez, rising to his feet and drop kicking the both of them into one another yet again!!

Gibson: Go CJ!

CJ begins pummeling both Titan and Valdez now, taking turns to punch each one into submission! Finally, CJ kicks Valdez in the gut, and nails the Chin Check! (Snap DDT!) Valdez hit’s the mat hard. CJ rises to his feet to do the same thing to Titan now. Catching the monster still reeling, he drives his elbows into Titan’s head, only to kick him in the gut and nail another Chin Check! Both large men are down on the mat.. Out cold.

Creep: Climb the cage you idiot! Get out now!

CJ turns to the fans and heads toward the cage. Behind him, Titan is slowly rising to his feet. There is a look of evil upon Titan, as he pants heavily. CJ, noticing the crowds reaction, turns around only to be caught in a bear hug! Titan lifts CJ off the mat and plants him hard into the flooring! Straddling CJ now, Titan begins dropping huge fists into the defenseless face of CJ! Within moments, CJ’s face is swollen and bloodied, his eyes partially covered in flesh.

Valdez grabs Titan now, yanking the big man off of CJ! Titan turns around and ducks a hard clothesline from Valdez! Titan then spears Valdez hard into the mat, following it up with the same straddle and pound motion that he had just done to CJ! Valdez can not fight back, as his arms are pinned underneath Titan’s large knees.

Taking his time, Titan times his shots, driving his knuckles into the face of Valdez. In time, Valdez’s facial features are unnoticeable, as Titan strikes him hard. Getting up off of his victim, Titan stands in the center of the ring now, his arms held out in victory! The crowd boos him heavily as he smiles and soaks in the negative responses with glee.

Suddenly, the crowd starts to cheer, confusing Titan! The Monster looks around at the fans as Chuck Johnson slowly rises to his feet behind him! CJ’s face is badly injured, his right eye completely swollen over! Stumbling forward, he grabs Titan from behind and nails the Check out time! (Full Nelson Facebuster)! The crowd cheers as Titan falls forward, groggy but not put down. CJ stumbles backwards, falling into the turnbuckle. He leans against the padding, wiping the blood from his eyes with the back of his hand.

Gibson: Now CJ! GET OUT!

Titan begins to slowly get up when CJ decides it is time to end things. Gripping the cage, he begins to ascend it. His fingers are stained with his own blood. Titan is up now, shaking off the cobwebs. CJ continues to climb, slipping once on the cage wall.

Creep: You can do it!

Grabbing the top of the cage barrier, CJ begins to pull himself to the top! Titan is right behind him now, ascending the cage with a smile upon his face. He grabs the leg of CJ.. But is kicked away! Titan drops to the mat hard, landing on his back and shaking the ring violently upon impact! CJ reaches the top and puts one leg over!

AJ Valdez is back up now, and seeing CJ’s escape effort. He climbs up the cage wall and grabs the last leg inside of the cage, choosing instead to hang from the leg. CJ grunts in pain, he can hardly see now, as he holds on to the steep frame of the cage!

Below, Titan is on his feet now. He looks at Valdez and uses the moment to climb to the top as well. IT takes less strides to reach the top for Titan as finds his way over to CJ’s stressed body! The two men exchange punches a moment until Titan grabs CJ around his throat. The crowd cheers loudly as Titan literally lifts CJ off the frame of the cage.. And choke slams him into the mat below!!! The crowd begins to cheer..

“HOLY SHIT.. HOLY SHIT.. HOLY SHIT!”

Gibson: Wow. I can’t believe what I just saw. Titan has choke slammed CJ off the top of the cage and to the mat below! Somebody.. Call an ambulance!

Valdez reaches up now and grabs the black boot of Titan. Looking down, Titan drives his heel into the eye of Valdez, sending the large man into the mat alongside Johnson! With a smile, Titan brings his last leg over, and heads down the side of the cage. His feet touch the floor.. Bringing an end to the match.

Skye: And the winner.. TITAN!

Titan raises his arms in victory as the fans boo him and pelt him with debris.

Creep: What a match. Titan has once again proved his dominance by defeating two other men.. In the steel cage.

Gibson: Interesting. I just hope Johnson and Valdez are going to be okay..

As emergency crews rush into the cage, Titan is seen heading up the ramp way, stopping at the stage area. He smiles as he takes one last look at the cage.. Before heading out of sight. Valdez is the first one to be placed on the gurney now. EMT’s wheel him up the ramp way and through the entrance. CJ is next as the crews roll him up the ramp way, but not before finding themselves stopped.. By a still awake Chuck Johnson!

Sliding his feet off the gurney, CJ leans against a medical worker. His face is badly injured but that does not stop him from raising one fist in respect to the fans! The fans reply with a large standing ovation!

Creep: Yup, I think that man will go far in the EUW. We may have just seen the emergence.. Of Chuck Johnson.

Shrugging off any help, CJ slowly stumbles up the ramp way and through the entrance.. The feed fades out.

[primetime]

“You have to be fucking kidding me!”

A rush of backstage employees enter a locker room. They desperately pull apart two men to their best of their abilities. Tumbling against a locker, Royce Connolly grits his teeth. His face is red.

Connolly: What the hell is your problem?! I only came in here to say good luck!

Stephens: You don’t enter my locker room unless invited, junior! We have a match to tend to out there, for the right to face the next EUW Pure Champion no less! Play mind games with someone else, I have a match to win.. One way or another!

Connolly jumps at Stephens yet again but is stopped by the guards. Stephens is smiling, showing his cocky demeanor.

Kirk Kennedy: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!!

The struggle instantly halts as Kirk Kennedy enters the room. Standing beside him is EUW Hall of Famer, The Creep.

Kirk Kennedy: Let them go..

The guards stand aside as Kennedy walks into the center of the room.

Kennedy: What happened, Royce? Why are you in Stephen’s room?

Connolly: I wanted to wish him luck, boss. I walked in and that crazy man hit me with a damn chair! Look at my arm, it’s swollen! How am I going to compete now?

Kennedy glances down at Connolly’s arm. It is indeed swollen.

Kennedy: You don’t. This match has to be postponed. I won’t have a the Pure Title tarnished like this. Take Royce to the medical ward, get him tended to.

Guard: Yes, sir!

The guards help Royce out of the room, leaving Stephens, Kirk Kennedy, and The Creep alone.

Stephens: I should get the win by default. He came at me. I was only defending myself.

Kennedy: I know what happened. I am not stupid. This match.. Is postponed. You both will meet again, but no Pure Title will be offered. You both need to prove to me that you want to represent my company. Now, I got things to tend to..

Kennedy leaves the room now. Stephens looks at Creep and shrugs.

Stephens: This is Bullshit. You know it.

Creep: I do, man. You know, you need a feud like the good old days to really put you over again, man. Not this Connolly type of shit. Remember when we used to bring the roof down? Now, that was classic wrestling right there!

Stephens: I do. Damn, I do. You just can’t replace those memories, can you?

Creep: Sure you can. You just make new ones.

Stephens: Huh?

Creep suddenly grabs a chair from nearby and breaks it over the head of Christian Stephens! The crowd gets unsettled as Creep picks up Stephens and drives his head into a closed locker, splintering the door! With his body limp, Stephens slides down to the carpeted floor, only to be picked up yet again. Stephens is dazed, and out of it. Still he tries to fight back but it is no use.

Leaning into Stephen’s face, Creep smiles.

Creep: Guess what. You got yourself some new memories now, chief. I am back.. And I am coming to finish what I started with you. Talk to you soon, sweetie.

Creep then turns and shoves Stephen’s head into the glass screen of the Television monitor! The crowd grows loud as EMT crews rush back into the room. Creep smiles now as he watches Stephens be tended to…

[primetime]

The camera cuts to the locker-room, where Mr. Luck is busy taping up his fists while Dave sits on the wooden bench in front of him. The cameraman closes in on them, but both men remain blissfully unaware of his presence.

Dave: "Alright, Luck, this is it. This is the big one, and you know damn well that losing is not an option. You hear me? You're going out to win. Plain and simple."

Mr. Luck: "I know that, Dave. I am going to win. This is my destiny. My throne. My championship to hold high. I'm going to put down those three useless little wannabe superstars and use their crushed dreams to make my victory taste all the more sweeter!"

Dave laughs, slapping his large thighs.

Dave: "Damn right! This one should be easy once you get the ball rolling! You know what to do.."

Mr. Luck: "Keep Cross off his feet. Keep Bull standing still, and just poke Laurel in his puny chest. I know, I know."

Mr. Luck finishes taping his fists and tears off the piece of tape, throwing the roll to Dave who slips it into a gymbag between his legs. Mr. Luck raises his fist to his own face, opening and closing it.

Mr. Luck: "Time to roll, Dave."

Zack appears from behind Mr. Luck, holding a clipboard.

Zack: "Alright guys, you know the plan, right?"

Mr. Luck: "Go out there and win the Pure Championship for me, for my family, for my fans and for Las Vegas."

Zack: "Couldn't be any fucking simpler, could it? Let's roll."

Zack walks and stands between Dave and Luck, holding out his hand. Dave slaps his hand on Zack's, and Luck places both his hands over Dave's.

Zack, Dave and Luck: "TO GLORY!!"

Mr. Luck nods at the cameraman, who moves to one side, panning across the three men as Mr. Luck, Zack and Dave file out of the locker room and into the corridor silently.

[primetime]

A locker room comes into view. Seated on a bench with an ice pack on his eye is AJ Valdez. His face is badly swollen. To his side is 415. As he tapes up his wrists, he looks to his cousin.

415: Look, homie. You did your best out there. Trust me. You just have to keep on fighting and one day, it will be your time.

Valdez: Bullshit. Titan was too much for me. Hell, he may be too much for anyone! You need to stay away from the man if you know what is good for you.

Sliding on his black mask, 415 rises to his feet and places his hand upon Valdez’s shoulder.

415: Listen man. Bruises and swollen tissue will heal, holmes. Our legacy though.. That lies forever. If I have to face the Titan’s and Sabora’s of this world to make my mark in this business then so be it. Bring ‘em on! If I lose, then I do. I will be right back though, busting my ass to knock on their door again and one day.. The moment will be mine, essay! Right now, my mind is on Chris Sabora.

Valdez: It needs to be. This is it, cousin. The EUW Championship of the World. Prestige is the battleground that you both will do war in. Are you ready?

415 waltzes across the room and removes a gold strap from his case. It is the EUW TV Title.

415: I gave that up for this chance. I don’t regret it one bit. I remember busting in to this business with little more than a mask to call a gimmick, holmes. People made fun of me. They said I couldn’t compete for shit. Well, most of those people have come and gone, essay. I am still here though. I am the constant. I deserve that title, man. I have given the EUW everything I have had to be considered the champion. I don’t care who I have to go through to get it either. Man.. Or Machine..

Valdez: Hell yeah, cousin. One Puzzo Nation..

415: You know it, man. One Puzzo Nation..

[primetime]

Fatal Four Way elimination Match.
(Pinfall or Submission)
EUW Pure Championship
Mr. Luck vs Brett Cross vs Eddie Laurel vs Jack Bull

Gibson: This brings us to the match everyone has waited to see. The EUW Pure Title will finally find a new master once again in it’s storied history as 4 men face one another for the right to be called.. Champion.

Creep: Brett Cross, Jack Bull, Mister Luck, Eddie Laurel.. The stage is set. Let’s look to the ring where our new General Manager is set to reveal.. The updated EUW Pure Championship.

The fans look to the entrance as the lights dim down. “Crying like a Bitch” by Godsmack begins to play as Chad Kennedy enters! The fans cheer as he flashes a glowing smile, and proceeds down to the ring with a large briefcase in hand.

Stepping into the ring, Kennedy accepts a microphone and places the briefcase down at his feet.

Kennedy: It’s good to be out here, doing what I watched my father do for some time! It is with great pleasure that I reveal the new EUW Pure Championship, and announce the rules pertaining to this match. First, let’s see that gold!

Kennedy bends over and unlocks the briefcase, revealing a large golden strap. The non tarnished plating of the championship shines under the arena lights as Chad Kennedy raises it for all to see.

Kennedy: It’s a gorgeous thing.. Isn’t it? Many people have held this title through the years and it was only a matter of time before it was activated yet again. So let’s get to the rules of this match, and get this competition under way. First of all, I will be sitting at ringside, that way I can personally award the title to whomever is deemed champion. There will be no managers, entourages.. Nothing. All I want is the combatants and that is it. The Pure Title has always been about straight, old school wrestling. I will not let that history be weakened by foul play. The match is also an elimination style affair. So, the last man to not be pinned.. Is the winner. There you go, that sums it up. That being said, let’s get those men out here!

Chad Kennedy hands the microphone to Skye as he steps out of the ring and finds a place to sit with Gibson and Creep.

Skye: This match is for the EUW Pure Championship! Coming to the ring first. Eddie Laurel!!!!

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

Gibson: Laurel may be the underdog in this match. He has some stiff competition.

Kennedy: I think you will find that when certain individuals are placed in certain positions.. Miracles happen.

Skye: Coming out next, Mister Luck!!!

When the music hits, the lights go out in the arena. As the opening guitar riff and vocals sound, the lights re-emerge, a bright gold and red color. Once the main section of the music begins, Luck walks out onto the stage, adjusting the tie of his suit and grinning at the audience, stopping at the top of the ramp and giving them a wave. Walking down the ramp way and sliding into the ring, Luck hands the referee 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!!!

Kennedy: You see? That is show man ship right there! That’s the kind of guy I could get behind.

Gibson: I will refrain from making gay jokes since you are my boss..

Creep: Wow.. You beat me to it.

Skye: And the next opponent. Brett.. CROSS!

The intro of The Chariot begins to blare out of the PA system, hitting hard as pyros go off over the entrance and Brett Cross makes his way out from underneath a waterfall of golden sparks, not wasting any time. The theme continues as Cross walks swiftly down the ramp, his face full of motivation, his focus nowhere else but the ring.

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: Big Brett Cross has waited a long time for this opportunity. A win tonight could make him the very first 3 time Pure Champion in history!

Skye: And coming out last..

The crowd instantly stands up and cheers!

Creep: Listen to this hometown crowd cheer for the man that we all know.. is set to come out next!

Skye: JACK.. BUUUUUUUUUULL!

As the opening wails of "Spitfire" by The Prodigy roars over the PA system, the fans erupt into cheers. The big screen lights up with various images of Jack Bull as he comes confidently striding out from backstage to a renewed chorus of cheers. Jack is shouting and signaling at the fans to raise the roof. Entering the ring, he proceeds to climb the nearest turnbuckle, giving the fans the "Hook'em Horns" sign.

Gibson: Hell of a man right there! Jack Bull, the mighty warrior from right here, England!

Kennedy: Now, we see how much these men want this strap. What are they willing to give up? What does being the champion mean to them! I will tell you one thing.. This is what it is all about!

All four men stare at one another as the bell is finally rung. Mister Luck looks over his shoulder, feeling slightly uncomfortable with so many in the ring at once. Jack Bull is the opposite, as he smiles and heads toward center ring.

Brett Cross spits over the top rope now, and rushes at Jack Bull, the two immediately begin hitting one another with left’s and right punches. Cross hits Bull hard now, sending him stumbling back a few steps. Shaking it off quickly, Bull return fires on Cross now, literally shaking the arena from the impact of his fists colliding with Cross’s iron jaw!

Climbing the turnbuckle adjacent from the two men, Eddie Laurel balances himself. With hands held high, he launches off into the air, drop kicking Jack Bull into Brett Cross! Cross catches Bull by the neck and plants Bull into the mat with a choke slam!

It’s Mister Luck’s turn at bat now as he grabs Eddie from behind! Eddie squirms out of his grip though, turning around and driving an elbow into Luck’s jaw! Stumbling backwards, Luck holds his jaw and then catches Eddie Laurel just in time with a spinning power slam! Eddie has no time to respond when out of no where, Jack Bull uses him as a launching pad! The crowd laughs as Bull steps on his head, shooting into the air with a diving spear unto the back of Mister Luck!

Gibson: (Laughing) Great maneuver from Jack Bull there!

Bull gets up off of Luck now, breathing “fire”. He is instantly grabbed around the neck by Cross though and tossed aside! Bull rolls away like a discarded paper as Cross looks down at Mister Luck! Luck reacts quickly though, raising a boot and driving it into the crotch region of Brett Cross! Brett Cross doubles over in pain just as Eddie Laurel slides behind him into a kneeling position! Cross somehow realizes the set up however and stops himself just short of the trap! Enraged, he turns around and grabs Laurel by the back of the head! Lifting Laurel effortlessly, he carries the smaller opponent across the ring and ruthlessly drives Laurel’s face into the turnbuckle pad!

Kennedy: It looks like someone angered the mighty Viking..

Gibson: Not good…

Creep: After what happened in that cage match earlier, I am not sure the crowd could stomach much more carnage!

Cross’s face is bent in a angry contortion. Grabbing the poet by the back of his hair, he repeatedly drives Laurel’s face into the turnbuckle pad until Laurel stops fighting back all together! Letting go of Laurel’s head, Brett Cross watches as Laurel falls limply to the mat below..

Luck nods at Bull as the two realize that the threat right now is Brett Cross. They rise to their feet and Luck slingshot’s Bull unto Brett Cross! Brett catches Bull easily however, only to spin around and hurl Cross back at Luck in return! Both men crumple into a corner in a heap of bodies as the crowd goes nuts!

Laurel is somehow back on his feet, although his face is slightly bruised. Moving stealthily, he ascends the turnbuckle, only to bide his time. As Cross turns around to face him, Laurel launches into the air for the sunset flip! Cross is too heavy to budge however, as Laurel is caught just over his shoulders. With a twist, Cross then uses the momentum to swing Laurel around with a power bomb into the mat before him! The mat shakes violently as Laurel lands with his arms stretched out. Cross covers for the pin..

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2.….
Three!

Kennedy: Laurel has been eliminated!

Gibson: What a dominant display of power from Brett Cross here. Simply amazing.

Creep: Agreed. Cross is more focused tonight than I have seen him in quite some time. It will take quite the effort to put him down if you ask me.

Cross looks across the ring and sees Bull rising to his feet. He heads towards his target, only to be assaulted from the side by Mister Luck! With repeated forearms, he drives Cross backwards, taking him off his game! Reaching the turnbuckle now, Cross plants his back foot, regaining his momentum. He grabs Luck by his arms and literally throws Luck into the corner!

Jack Bull picks the lesser of two evils it seems as he rushes Cross and uses a fist to the back of the knee to bring the big man down to size. Luck realizes this and grabs each rope to the side of him, shoving himself up and driving both of his boots into Cross’s jaw! Cross topples backwards now, momentarily stunned.

Luck shoots over Bull, spearing Bull into the mat! With double fisted hammers to the face, Luck does not hold back for an instant. Bull does whatever he can to fend off the attacks but it is impossible due to the ferocity of the attacks. With Bull momentarily stunned, Luck hops to his feet and drops a hard elbow unto him. Not happy with the results, Luck rises yet again, only to drop another hard elbow unto Bull. He then hooks the leg for the pin..

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Bull kicks out!

Luck pummels Jack in the head a few more times before rising to his feet. With one hand raised he… gets clotheslined by a fired up Brett Cross!

Gibson: OOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DAMN!

Cross stomps towards the downed Luck and kicks him hard, sending Luck rolling out of the ring. Bull is back on his feet now, as he hooks both arms under Bret Cross’s armpits and attempts a full nelson! Cross’s arms literally shake as Bull does his best to lick his fingers! The crowd cheers and before long, Cross wins the power struggle, driving his elbow into Bull’s gut shortly after!

Cross turns around, grabbing Bull by the neck with one mighty hand after. Bull counters by kicking him in the groin! Cross lets go, and Bull ducks! Luck, shooting off a nearby turnbuckle, drop kicks Cross into the ropes. Cross stumbles back and finds his arms tied up in the ropes now.. He is defenseless!!!

Kennedy: This won’t be good.

Creep: No shit. With Cross now tied up, it leaves Bull and Luck with the ball in their court. Will they do the smart thing and concentrate on Cross.. Or will the stress of the last 2 months come into play?

Bull begins to head towards Cross when Luck points in his direction. A challenge has been made! The fans cheer now as Bull and Luck circle the ring. Finally, the two lock up only to have Luck kick Bull hard into the gut! Luck grabs Bull now, flipping him over into a drop back breaker! Bull grimaces hard in front of the still tied up Brett Cross! Cross is struggling to break free!

Luck baseball slides into Bull to keep up the damage! Grabbing Bull by the head, he then hooks an arm and nails a suplex! Luck does not let go however, as he turns the both of them over and repeats the same suplex, this time hooking the leg for the pin!

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2.…
Bull kicks out!

Luck looks to the turnbuckle now. With one hand raised, he announces his intentions to nail his finisher! He effortlessly hops to the top buckle, smiling as he does so! With both hands raised, he notices that Jack Bull has once again risen to his feet! Luck, being the master ring technician, changes his mind and launches into the air for a super body splash! He hits it perfectly, falling unto Jack Bull and rolling into a pin!

1..

The momentum does not stop however as Jack keeps the roll going! The pin attempt is reversed as Jack rolls into the dominant position!

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2.…


Luck squirms, breaking the pin by raising his shoulder! He then grabs Bull around the arm and rolls him into a small package!

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2.…
Bull kicks out somehow in a spectacular counter, rolling both men head over feet into an even tighter small package! This time, Bull has managed to grab a handful of tights!

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2.…
Three!!

Gibson: He did it! Jack Bull has eliminated Mister Luck!

Luck kicks out and rises to his feet. He is pissed! Shoving the ref a bit, Luck argues that his tights were indeed grabbed! Bull is smiling, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand!

Kennedy: I don’t know. We may have to discuss our referees and their eyesight after the show. I will not overturn their decision though. This is Prestige. The show must go on..

Luck turns to Bull and spits in his face. The fans cheer loudly as Bull shoves Luck away. Luck rolls out of the ring just in time to watch Brett Cross completely level him with a huge big boot! Luck is seen laughing at Bull now, and even approaches ringside to slap Bull on the side of his head!

Cross smirks and continues to stomp Bull now, literally kicking the shit out of him. Relentlessly, he drops elbow after elbow unto Jack Bull! He then steps back and points to the fans. They respond with a huge..

“CROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSS!”

Cross nods and rushes Bull. Bull rises to his feet but is literally lifted into the air with a huge knee strike to the head! Cross then picks up Bull, lifting him easily into the air! He drops Bull hard into the mat with a gut wrench power bomb! Bull is reeling and he knows it. Struggling to get to his feet, he is too slow as the rampaging Viking lifts him into the air one more time, applying a bear hug shortly after. Bull’s mouth is grimacing, as Cross applies the pain..

Gibson: Cross has seized control here in the late going. Can Jack Bull hold on? It has been 2 long years for Bull in the EUW. This is do or die time for him. Can he survive this onslaught and add his name to Pure history? Or will Cross become the opus of Pure History with his 3rd win here!

Cross leans in now, his face is intense as hell. Bull’s body slowly becomes limp now, due to the air leaving his lungs. In a last ditch maneuver, Jack drives his fingers into the eye sockets of Brett Cross! Cross lets go now, rubbing his eyes in pain! Jack Bull holds his ribs slightly and a large blue bruise is seen along his rib cage area!

Creep: WOW! Cross damaged Bull’s ribs.. That fast?!!!

Shaking off the cobwebs, Cross turns around but finds himself hooked into the BULLSEYE! (Rock Bottom) Cross Elbows Bull off of him though with a counter. He rushes Bull one more time with a big boot but comes up with air this time as Bull sidesteps it! Bull then grabs Cross around the head and ddt’s him hard into the mat!! Bull covers for the pin..

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Cross kicks out!

Bull rises to his feet.. Cross follows! Cross sings a large forearm but Bull ducks and this time nails the Bullseye!!! Bull steps back a bit in shock.. As Cross gets right back up once again!!!

Gibson: Cross just took a Bullseye.. And got right back up?

Creep: Uh oh..

Bull can hardly perceive what is happening now. With a look of frustration, he rushes Cross who is obviously slightly groggy. With forearms, he drives into Cross. Then, with a flick of the arm, Bull nails the Bullseye yet again!!! Bull rolls away.. And Cross sits right up!

Gibson: WHAT THE HELL?!!!

Jack Bull turns to see Cross rising once more. He slams his fist into the mat in frustration and rises as well. He begins to stalk Cross, before hooking an arm over him and drilling Cross into the mat for the third Bullseye! Bull does not stop there though.. As he picks Cross up and nails a FOURTH Bullseye on Cross! Finally.. He covers for the pin..

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2.…

Cross begins to struggle a bit.. And then his arms simply fall limp…

Three!

Gibson: Jack did it! He won the Pure Title! 2 years of blood, sweat, and tears and Jack Bull has finally captured one of the premier titles in the EUW!!

Chad Kennedy removes his headset and grabs the Pure Title belt. In the ring, Jack Bull leans over and whispers something into Brett Cross’s ears before rising to his feet. Confetti begins to rain down from the rooftops as Skye begins to speak..

Skye: Your winner.. The NEW EUW PURE CHAMPION… JACK BULL!!!

The fans are losing it as the security guards fight to contain them. Chad Kennedy hands the new title strap to Jack Bull as he falls to his knees.. Grasping it tightly.

Creep: In front of his own hometown.. Jack Bull has finally hit the big time! We have a new Pure Champion folks..

Brett Cross slowly rolls out of the ring and looks over his shoulder as he heads up the ramp way. In the ring, Jack Bull rushes to a nearby turnbuckle. Raising the title over his head, he proudly displays the title.

Gibson: 2 months of fighting over that title has come to an end. We now have a new Pure Champion. We will be back after these messages for more.. PRESTIGE!

[primetime]

A dark red curtain is seen with the logo “EUW” plastered upon it. Standing in front of the logo is Jack Rodgers. With microphone in hand, he smiles as he adjusts his wrinkled black blazer. Standing to his right is EUW Champion, Chris Sabora. The EUW World Title rests casually over his shoulder.

Rodgers: Hello, Chris.

The fans begin to cheer instantly. Rodgers smiles as Sabora looks off to the right.

Rodgers: Tonight, you face 415 in a battle for the EUW World Championship. Any thoughts on tonight’s match?

The fans cheer again and begin to chant..

“MACHINE.. MACHINE.. MACHINE!”

Adjusting the title on his shoulder, Sabora looks slowly at Rodgers and answers now..

Sabora: Tonight, a dance that has been left dormant comes to it’s final.. Conclusion. 415, our history goes back quite a ways. From the start, I have done everything that I could to make you the best fighter that you could possibly be. I have trained you, taken care of you, and even given you the EUW Tag Team Title at one point. You were not able to hold on to that strap then, just as you knew that your days as TV champion were also.. Numbered. How could you stand there and claim that you have sacrificed it all to face me? What did you truly have? You had.. Nothing. Well tonight, you face a man who is willing to give up.. Nothing. My time of being generous to you has come to an end. Tonight.. I cripple you.

Rodgers: 415 makes a strong argument though. He claims to have been through hell and back and is still here.

Sabora: We all have, Jack. Look at that roster. There is not one man there who can not say the same thing. How pretentious of him to feel that he is in a league of his own. Does he honestly think I have taken the easy road to get to this point in my career? I have won battle royals, tag championships, World Titles and then found myself stripped of the honor just over a month later. If anyone had a reason to give up.. It was me. Yet, I pushed on, knowing that I was the best in this business. Prestige is here. The greats have squared off in that ring to feel a taste of immortality. Now, it is my turn. I will not fail tonight. Not too long ago, I promised Lincoln Daggerson that I would carry his legacy with me. I intend to keep that promise. I will grasp this opportunity.. And not let it go.

Sabora raises the World Title to the camera as the crowd begins to cheer!

Sabora: I am the EUW Champion of the World. I have faced and beaten the best to have this honor. 415 is simply unprepared… for what I am about to do to him. Carpe Diem!

Rodgers: Now back to you, Rock!

[primetime]

Main Event
(Singles Match)
EUW World Championship
Chris Sabora (c) vs 415

Gibson: Now, we get to the main event of the evening. This is a match that has been anticipated for sometime now. 415, a man who has withstood all of the criticism that has been thrown at him finally gets his shot at the EUW World Championship tonight against his former friend and Martial Arts instructor.. Chris Sabora.

Creep: 415 has been pulling out all the stops for sure to be in this position. Now, he gets the dream match, competing for the World Championship on the biggest stage in out industry.. Prestige!

Gibson: Since winning the EUW World title at Scars and Stripes, Chris Sabora has been on a rampage. When digging around, I came up with an incredible stat about him. Since January of this year, Chris Sabora has lost.. 2 matches. That’s it!

Creep: Amazing. Sabora is one of the most dominant champions we have had in years. Tonight, he steps in the ring first his first title defense. Let’s get to ringside where Skye is set to begin the main event!

The feed cuts to ringside as a microphone lowers from the roof. Accepting it, Skye smiles as he dress sparkles under the arena lights.

Skye: And now.. Our main event of the evening. This match will be for the EUW Championship of the World.

The lights dim to a purple hue. “Superstar” by Cypress Hill begins to play as various men begin to walk out unto the stage! Each of the men is wearing no shirt, coupled with purple Lucha Libre Masks on. Lining up perfectly, they pose while looking down at their feet. The crowd cheers and the music slowly fades out..

Gibson: What is this? Did 415 bring an army with him?

Fireworks explode from the stage area now! “How I could just kill a man” by Cypress Hill begins to play as a man is lowered from the arena rafters! With a cable supporting each arm and shoulder, 415 is seen with his arms held out as if he is gliding to the stage below. Coming to a stop now, he unbuckles himself from the straps and lands on his feet as the fans cheer.

Pointing to his right, a set of fireworks go off and the nearby men falls as if they just died. He then points to the right and the same happens, leaving all of the men lying down and unmoving. 415 then turns to the ring, only to run full speed down the ramp way and slide under the bottom rope! Hopping unto a nearby turnbuckle, 415 gazes out into a sea of fans, soaking up the moment.

Creep: It gets no better than this for 415.

Gibson: Well, winning the title might eclipse this…

Hopping down to his feet, 415 stretches and looks in Skye’s direction now.

Then, the lights grow bright as the fans reach a fever pitch with their cheers! Sparks shower down upon the stage now, as the lights begin to shift into a crimson red hue. As the many in attendance stand up on their feet, all eyes are on the entrance as “The Sounds of Madness” by Shinedown begins to play..

Gibson: And here… is the champion. Listen to this reaction!

Explosions rock the stage area now as Chris Sabora steps into view. The EUW World Championship is slung casually over his right shoulder. Stopping just short of the ramp way, he slowly raises it with one hand over his head, as a plethora of flashes assault him from millions of cameras. He then lowers the belt and flings it over his shoulder once more, only to head down the ramp way with his hooded sweat shirt partially covering his face.

Stepping up the metal stairs, Sabora walks alongside the outside of the ring on the apron, staring out at the fans. He then raises the title once more, causing an instant pop from those around the ring. With his theme song in full spin now, Sabora steps through the ropes and finds a place across from 415. Both men glare at one another, as they wait for Skye to begin..

Skye: To my left is the number one contender. He is part of the Puzzo Nation. A former EUW TV Champion and Tag Champion in his own right, please welcome.. Out of San Francisco, California! 415!

415 bounces about now as the fans respond with a mixture of boos and cheers.

Skye: And to my right..

The fans cheer loudly now, knowing exactly what is to come next!!

Skye: He is a man who had become a legend in the sport. A former EUW Tag Champion and Asylum World Champion. He is the defending, reigning, undisputed champion of the world. Out of Santa Cruz, California.. Chris.. The Machine.. SABORA!

The fans cheer again as Sabora remains in place. He raises one fist in response to the cheers around him but still never takes his eyes off of 415 across the ring.

Gibson: And now.. The tale of the tape!

Tale of the Tape

World Heavyweight Title Match

Chris Sabora	415
"The Machine"	"Mario Puzzo"
Hailing from Sapporo, Japan.	Hailing from Mexico City, Mexico.
Champion	Challenger
Rumored to be around 31 Years Old (Unverified)	30 Years Old
6 Foot 4 and 265 Pounds	6 foot 1, 230 pounds
Emphasis on Submissions, Powerful Striker with 20 years of experience in the Martial Arts.	Emphasis on Speed and High Flying Strategy
Experienced with EUW for Three Years	Experienced with EUW for Three Years
Current 2 Time EUW World Champion, Former Asylum World Champion, Former EUW Tag Team Champion.	Former EUW TV Champion.
Finisher: The Maximum Overdrive	Finisher: The End of Days

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Gibson: This is it, the World Championship is at stake and the match is set to begin!

The bell rings.

Sabora remains in place, watching 415 bounce about inside of the ring. 415 seems ready to go as he hops a few times and approaches center ring. Waiting at center ring, Sabora nods as 415 raises one hand, challenging the champion in a game of strength.

Creep: Really? 415 wants to try a battle of strength? I don’t get it.

Gibson: It’s better than using a 2x4 to attack him with, Creep.

Creep: Don’t get involved. That is between Stephens and me..

Sabora slowly enters the center of the ring, 415 takes advantage of this. With a jump kick, he goes for the first strike in the match only to come up with air as Sabora side steps it. Bringing 415 in with a side headlock, Sabora wrenches on the pressure. A few quick jerks more and Sabora is bearing his entire weight upon the masked head of 415.

With one hand in the air, 415 brings it down hard, driving his elbow into the rib cage area of Sabora. 415 repeats this a few times, only to be scooped up and driven backwards with a text book backdrop! Sabora quickly mounts 415 now, leaning forward and applying a arm to neck submission hold!

Gibson: And the match has begun. Sabora and 415 are ripping each other apart for sure. Early on here, Sabora has taken advantage with his vast arsenal of submission techniques.

Creep: 415 needs to get off the ground and into the air if he has any hope of surviving this match. You know, I heard the deed to the Sabora institute is on the line here as well. Should the champion lose, he will not get a rematch.

Gibson: That’s right, and if the challenger loses, he gives up the famed Martial Arts school. There is a lot on the line in that ring!

Still applying the pressure to 415’s collar bone, Sabora is somehow able to arch his body and plant 415’s shoulders down upon the mat. The referee slides down and begins to count the pin fall but the Champion is not through yet. With a hook of the leg, Sabora wraps 415 in some kind of.. Small package known in the MMA world as the Texas Neck Knot. 415 can’t wiggle at all, his limbs completely restrained, as he is pinned..

1..
2.…
415 head butts Sabora somehow, breaking the count.

Sabora rolls away with his palm against his forehead. Crawling backwards, 415 gains his distance from the EUW Champion, and uses the ropes to rise to his feet. Looking over his shoulder, 415 rushes to the ropes and hops unto the top tier, only to shoot backwards into the air with a dazzling spin, landing with a head scissors unto Chris Sabora! The EUW Champion is sent tumbling to the mat hard, as 415 rolls the opposite direction!

Creep: Nice aerial move by 415 there. That is the game plan he needs to stick with if he hopes to gain the victory here.

Scrambling across the ring now, 415 mounts Sabora and begins to pummel him with a closed fist. Sabora has his hands up, shielding his face but 415 still fights on, doing his best to break down the defense. Grabbing both sides of Sabora’s head, 415 lunges forward and head butts Sabora hard once again, only to roll away and raise one fist to the fans! They begin to boo him loudly.

415 backs up now, staring down at the champion through masked eye holes. Sabora sits up now, planting his hand down to get back up but is sent to the mat once more as 415 runs at him with a baseball slide, kicking him on the side of the head and shoulder. The crowd cheers now as 415 walks over to a turnbuckle. He seems busy for a second, before a turnbuckle pad is tossed out of the ring. The feed zooms in on the buckle, and we see that it is not exposed, a thick metal brace protruding from the corner.

Gibson: 415 just removed the padding from the turnbuckle. Things are about to get interesting.

Creep: He is pulling out all the stops, just as he said he would. Nothing wrong with that.

Climbing the same turnbuckle, 415 raises both hands in the air before launching off with a flying elbow. He lands hard on the same shoulder of Sabora, causing the champion to grimace in pain. A few quick punches to the weak spot from 415, and he covers for the pin.

1..
Sabora kicks out.

Slapping the mat in frustration, 415 begins to roll away when al of a sudden, his ankle is grabbed by Sabora! Thinking quickly, the EUW Champion begins to lock in an ankle lock on 415! 415 claws the mat, trying desperately to escape but Sabora holds on tightly, his face turning red instantly. After a few more failed escape attempts, 415 turns over unto his back, and kicks Sabora in the face! Sabora holds on but he looks slightly stunned. 415 repeats the kick, this time hitting the injured shoulder. Instantly Sabora is forced to release 415 and roll away.

Stumbling a bit, 415 backs away, regaining himself for the second time. With a shake of the head, he walks over to Sabora and begins to usher the champion to his feet. With a flip of the arm, he lifts the champion in the air with a suplex, falling backwards unto the mat. 415 rolls over now, bringing Sabora with him. Both men stand up and 415 uses the Irish Whip, sending Sabora to the ropes. Bending over, 415 prepares to launch Sabora off his back but is countered now, as Sabora stops, grabs his head, and lands a snap DDT!

Both men are down now with only Sabora slightly moving. With one hand, he covers 415 for the pin..

1..
2...
415 kicks out!

Gibson: Neither man wants to give up here. It’s Prestige, the greatest event in our industry.. And they know it.

Creep: I have to say, 415 has surprised me tonight. He seems to have his offense down packed. Now, he just needs to finish this.

415 turns over now, slowly crawling to his feet. Sabora is up already however, as he grabs the head of 415 and scoops his body into the air. With a body readjustment, he brings 415 down to his feet, backwards, and drops him with an inverted DDT! As both men land on the mat, Sabora continues his movements, twisting his body into a triangle choke hold! 415 desperately waves his arms about, knowing full well that it could all end here.

With both hands extended, 415 grabs the bottom rope. Sabora sees this and lets go, only to flip 415 over unto his chest and grab for his legs. A sharpshooter is now applied! 415 screams in agony as the champion leans back with all his might!

The crowd screams in delight as 415 slowly begins to weaken. Sabora is grimacing, holding unto the submission. Somehow though, 415 is able to muster a bit more energy as he twists around and kicks Sabora forward! Sabora falls in that direction, landing face first.. In the exposed turnbuckle. Instantly, Sabora’s eye is split open and blood begins to drip down the side of his face. Behind him, 415 notices the carnage and hobbles to his feet. Taking a step back, he halfheartedly runs towards Sabora and uses the ropes for momentum, swinging in the air and drop kicking Sabora in the bloodied head. Sabora falls backwards as 415 hops to the top turnbuckle!

He launches into the air again, this time with a full body splash! He lands hard on top of Sabora, but only finds a set of knees in his gut! Sabora somehow manages to counter the attack, and rolls away. 415 is near him doing the same thing, but holding his ribs as well. Rising to his feet, Sabora slowly approaches 415 now.

Creep: This is all out war!

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen, there has been no favorites in this match and nothing held back. 415 and Sabora have literally beat the shit out of one another! Can the Champion recover long enough to pull this out? Or will the challenger succeed in achieving the impossible.. Dismantling the Machine?

Picking 415 up to his knees, Sabora drives his knuckles into the masked face of 415. He then steps back and unleashes a roundhouse kick to the chest of 415, sending him toppling backwards. Bringing 415 to his feet again, he lifts 415 into the air and uses a backdrop into a pin..

1..
2.…
415 kicks out!

Sabora sits up, spent and exhausted. He begins to get up when 415 shoots to life now! With one arm wrapped around Sabora, 415 surprises the world as he locks in..

Creep: THE MACHINE! 415 HAS LOCKED IN THE MACHINE??!!!

Gibson: That’s right! 415 seems to have learned his lessons well as he is using the champions own finishing hold against him! This could be it! We could be seeing a new World Champion!

Sabora reaches out in agony with one hand as 415 leans back, applying The Machine. (Anaconda Vice) The crowd cheers loudly now as time ticks away. The ref stands in front of the duo, waiting for any sign of a submission. Sabora’s eyes slowly begin to flicker back behind his head…

415 smiles as the moments pass, but it is not to be. Sabora, in an amazing display of technical strength and stamina, is able to power out of 415’s grips just long enough, to flip 415 over his shoulder with an arm drag! 415 rolls forward and unto his feet just in time to watch Sabora kick up and do the same! 415 kicks out at Sabora, hitting him in the knee area but it doesn’t seem to affect the champion at all! Sabora’s eyes are glazed over, almost as if he is a zombie!

415, now desperate, runs to the ropes behind him and launches off of them. Jumping off the bottom tier, he spins into the air only to be caught by The Machine and dropped on his back with a sidewalk slam! Sabora kicks back up to his feet once again now, turning around to stalk his prey! The fans are screaming and the arena is literally shaking!

Rolling over and getting back to his feet, 415 rushes Sabora with a flurry of left and right punches, but none seem to bother the seemingly invincible world champion! There is a shove from 415, to gain some distance, as 415 grabs the head of Sabora and brings him down with the code breaker!!

Creep: Cover him!!!

415 covers for the pin quickly as the referee begins to count..

1...
2.…
Sabora kicks out!

415 leans forward in frustration. He is spent.. Tired. Knowing that he must end it now, he rises to his feet and waits for Sabora to rise as well. The champion does just that, right into the waiting arms of 415! Gripping him around his waist, 415 leans back for a reversed German Suplex only to have Sabora land on his feet! 415 turns around, stunned, just in time to be nailed with..

The Maximum Overdrive! (RKO)

Getting unreal height in the air, Chris Sabora brings the head of 415 face first down upon the mat. He then rolls 415 over for the pin.

1...
2...
THREE!

Skye: Your winner.. And STILL the EUW World Champion.. Chris SABORA!

The crowd cheers loudly as Sabora sits up. He glances around the arena as fireworks begin to emit from the stage area. Rising to his feet, the EUW Championship is placed in his hands as he glances down at it. He then stands in the center of the ring, triumphant as “The Sounds of Madness” begins to play..

Gibson: What a match. What a DAMN good match!

Creep: Agreed. Tonight, 415 truly gave his all but it was not good enough. The Machine stands triumphant.. Again.

Gibson: Wait.. 415 is about to do something.. What now?

The music shuts down as Sabora slowly looks over his shoulder. Standing behind him is 415. He is slightly hunched over and holding a microphone. Curious, Sabora turns to face the challenger, as 415 begins to speak..

415: I told you, Chris. I was willing to do whatever it took to beat you. Even if I had to cheat and use methods that I don’t agree with. You’re the better man tonight, Chris.

415 offers a handshake now as the fans begin to cheer. Chants of “DROP HIS ASS!” begin to resonate from the arena.

415: Let’s put this behind us, Chris. I didn’t do anything that you wouldn’t have done. I learned from the best..

Sabora glances at the fans as they scream their disapproval. Finally, a hand is accepted as Sabora and 415 shake hands in new found respect. 415 nods his head and pounds his heart in response, as the two men shake hands. Finally, 415 turns to leave the arena when he finds his hand… not released in return.

Yanking 415 back to him, Sabora twists and nails ANOTHER Maximum Overdrive on 415! The crowd cheers loudly as the challenger falls face first into the mat for the second time this evening! The music kicks in again and Sabora stands firm, showered on confetti and fireworks!

Gibson: And there you have it! 415 may have done what Sabora would have done to win that title.. But he left out one important part.

Creep: Yup. Never turn your back.. On a Machine.

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s been a hell of a night. I am Rock Gibson and this is The Creep. Thanks for tuning in to Prestige! We are out of here!

The feed goes back to Sabora as he is on the turn buckle, playing to the fans. Holding the EUW World Title high for the world to see, they respond with cheers as the feed… fades out.

[primetime]

As the show goes off the air, the feed cuts backstage where Kirk Kennedy is seen cleaning up some paperwork. Shoving a few files into his briefcase, he buckles it up and begins to slip on his leather trench coat. A few employees pass by the doorway as Kirk smiles in their direction.

Grabbing his briefcase now, Kirk walks over to his window and closes the mini blinds..

Voice: Great show…

Turning around in the now darkened room, Kirk squints his eyes, trying to figure out who the voice belongs to. The figure steps through the shadows now, revealing a face that has not been seen.. In some time.

Voice: I have to say, the EUW has come a long way..

Kennedy: It sure has. What brings Ash Mathews back.. From the grave?

Ash Mathews enters the office fully now. He is dressed in a sharp silk suit. Glancing at the various trophies and plaques upon the wall, he smirks.

Mathews: Grave? Hardly. I just came to see how my.. Creation has been doing. I am impressed to say the least. You really have turned the place around. It’s comforting to know that someone isn’t shitting on my legacy..

Kennedy: Your legacy?

Mathews: You heard me right.

Kennedy: Look, I don’t have time for a pissing contest. I am tired and this show took the wind out of me. If you don’t mind, you could swing by the office tomorrow and we could exchange innuendos and shit like that.

Ash laughs slightly and approaches Kirk Kennedy.

Mathews: That isn’t necessary. Like I said, I just came by to check upon the place. You took a little company that started off small.. And went global. Good stuff. I am not here to start any trouble.

Ash turns now and heads towards the office door. Kirk Kennedy watches him and then glances down at his desk. A large Manila envelope is now resting upon it. Picking it up, Kennedy glances at the paper with an angered look upon his face.

Kennedy: What the fuck is this?

Mathews: That would be a little gift from me. It’s called a court order. I am suing you and the EUW brand for ownership rights. You didn’t think you could steal from me and get away with it.. Did you? Talk to you soon, Kirk…

Kirk is left standing in the office as Ash is heard whistling down the hallway. The feed slowly..

Fades out.

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