Nov. 14 2010 SNV

[primetime]

The camera feed pans around an arena filled with screaming fans. Posters are raised, all depicting various statements such as “RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE” and “DON’T FIRE HI OCTANE!”. Fireworks begin to spew out from the stage area now, cris-crossing as they do so. As the fireworks explode and trail down the ramp way, the applause from the crowd only grows louder!

Gibson: Hello, I am Rock Gibson and welcome to another exciting night of SNV! Tonight, we are right off the heels of what could be referred to ask the biggest event of the year.. Prestige. As you may have noticed, I am sitting alone here at the announcer’s booth. That is because my co host, The Creep has resigned. Don’t get upset folks as The Creep has returned to the ring! That’s something I didn’t even see coming! Replacing him will be a special guest announcer for each match in a one time only event… The General Manager’s Special! So without further adieu, let’s welcome our first special announcer of the evening.. JJ!

The lights turn a hue of red as the sounds of high pitched winds are heard. Blazing from the entrance way, JJ stops and places both hands upon his hips! The crowd cheers loudly now as he raises both fists hands before him, pretending to fly down the ramp shortly after. Coming to a stop along side Rock Gibson, JJ nods his head and finds a seat.

Gibson: Well hello there JJ!

JJ: Wow, it’s nice being in the booth again.

Gibson: I bet. It is an honor to sit by your side!

JJ: I am just an announcer, like yourself. So, what do we have first this evening?

Gibson: Well JJ, our first match of the evening pit’s a man who-’

Fireworks explode once again from the stage as 2 men come into view, cutting Rock Gibson off at mid sentence. “Burrito” by Godsmack begins to play now as Titan approaches the stage area. The fans boo him loudly, screaming and yelling with anger.

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems we have a surprise guest tonight. Apparently, Titan is heading down to the ring and from the looks of him, he has something important to say..

JJ: Evil has arrived.

Gibson: Perhaps you should stop him?

JJ: I am on my superhero break…

Titan approaches the ring now, laughing at the fans who yell at him. Trailing behind, Terry Jones is smiling and slowly strutting towards the ring, mocking the fans. The two ascend the metal steps and Jones snatches a microphone. The fans still do not let up on them. A chant begins to ring out now, one that is unmistakable..

TITAN SUCKS! TITAN SUCKS! TITAN SUCKS!

Titan laughs a bit, before grabbing the nearby top rope and growling back at them! Terry gestures for him to calm down as he begins to speak..

Jones: Oh come on now. The way you guys are carrying on, you would think your New York Yankees lost in the MLB playoffs…. Wait, they did.

The fans begin to boo even more loudly now. The place is literally shaking.

Jones: Seriously now, why do you boo us? Here we are, gracing New York City with our presence. You would think that we would be welcomed! You are looking at the future EUW World Champion. As of right now, New York could use a champion in some type of sport, right? Those Texas Rangers beat the living shit out of those Yankees only to lose themselves.. To the San Francisco, Giants. Now that’s classic!

The crowd begins hurling trash into the ring. Shouts of anger are very loud.

Gibson: I think Terry Jones is about to start a riot here in Madison Square Garden!

The camera feed cuts back to the ring.

Jones: Okay, okay. We didn’t come out here to shit talk your sports teams believe it or not. Titan and I have come out here.. To handle business. You see, for the last 5 months, the EUW has given him the run around. While my boy, Titan, has been dispatching victim after victim.. The EUW has backed Chris Sabora.

The crowd begins to cheer at the mere mention of the EUW Champion’s name.

Jones: Sure, cheer him on. Sabora is talented I admit. The thing is, the EUW has done nothing but carry that kid. You see, he is the perfect prototype to sell merchandise, DVD’s, kiss babies.. You name it. Hell, the other day I found Chris Sabora toilet paper! OF course, I had to buy it just so I could wipe me ass with his face! Sabora has been a great champion, trained by the best. Sadly, those days have come to an end. Why don’t I let Titan tell you himself though.

The crowd boos even louder now as Titan accepts the microphone. Titan smirks, gesturing for the fans to yell even louder. He seems to be reveling in the negativity…

Titan: GO AHEAD! BOO ME! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT??!!

The feed pans around the arena again, showing the fans yell in his direction.

Titan: That’s pathetic. You see, I am not out here to kiss your asses and asks to be your hero. That is not my style. What I am here to do is put down a challenge. That’s right.. A challenge. I am sick and tired of feeding upon the lowest pieces of shits in this company! I have proven that I deserve a shot at the World Title and damn it.. I AM GOING TO GET IT! So, Chris Sabora.. If you have any fucking courage in you.. Come on out here and face me like a man!

The fans begin to cheer as the feed pans to the entrance. There is no response.

Titan: I told you. Sabora is great at standing up to retards with masks on but when it comes to facing a real man.. He runs like a BITCH! Sabora, no matter where you run.. No matter what you do.. I will be constantly a thorn in your side. You will give me a title shot.. Or else I will just have to -

“The Sounds of Madness” by Shinedown begins to play as the fans cheer loudly! Stepping through the entrance way is the EUW Champion, Chris Sabora!

JJ: I do believe.. The challenge is about to be answered.

Gibson: Did you have any doubt it wouldn’t?

Sabora slowly heads down the ramp way with the World Title slung over his shoulder. His eyes are focused upon Titan as Titan sits on the ropes to help Sabora into the ring! Stopping at ringside, Sabora glances at the fans.. And then slides into the ring. Both men come face to face..

Titan: Well, this is a surprise. I know you heard me back there, Machine! I want you one on one.. For the World Championship.. At Blood Red Horizon! You have ducked me far too long you piece of shit! It’s time to hand that belt over to Daddy..

Sabora glances at Titan a minute, tilting his head to the side.

Titan: Don’t play the retarded role with me!! I am not fooled by your little “crazy man” act one bit! Do you accept.. Or not?!

The crowd begins to chant over and over as Sabora slowly raises the microphone to his lips..

Sabora: Did you honestly think that if you walked out here and talked shit to me.. That I would accept you as the next challenger to my title? You are more stupid than I thought you were!

The crowd cheers loudly as Titan shakes his head in disgust.

Sabora: It takes more than beating up rookies in a steel cage to have a shot at this title. You gotta’ put in work to earn the right to represent this company. That is something you just have not done. My answer to your challenge is.. No. You will not get a shot at my world championship. Head on back to the locker room and put more time in. One day, when you wear some big boy pants.. You will get your chance.

Sabora turns around and steps through the ropes as the crowd cheers in approval. Terry Jones tries to keep Titan restrained but it is no use. Angered, Titan steps to the ropes and grips them firmly, calling out to Sabora.

Titan: HEY MACHINE?!

Sabora turns around to face the ring.

Titan: You will put that title on the line against me, or I will destroy everything that you love! When I am done with you, you will be begging me to fight you. It’s your call..

Sabora: See, that is where you got me wrong. I am not afraid of you or your threats. You can’t hurt me because the only thing I care about is me.. And this World Title. You are going to have to try that act on someone else. Perhaps Jack Bull? He just won the world title I hear..

Terry Jones now takes the microphone from Titan.

Jones: You know, Chris… that’s odd. You see, I was surfing the internet last night and I happened across a boarding school for girls that was up for sale. Being the real estate lover that I am, I decided to buy it and what do you know? It seems a Allana Sabora attends the school. I believe that is.. Your daughter?

Sabora: You son of a bitch!

Sabora turns and begins to head back down to the ring. The crowd cheers as Titan rips off his shirt and waits for him.

Jones: I bought that school, Chris. It sure would be a shame if the little Sabora ran into Titan here.. Wouldn’t it? I bet he could be a good Daddy to her…

Sabora runs into the ring and meets Titan face to face! The crowd cheers loudly as Sabora raises the microphone once again.

Sabora: This is a dangerous game that you are playing.. You have no idea what you are about to unleash.

Jones: I will tell you what, Chris. Think it over. Get back to us. I am sure Titan can stay busy a little while longer while you come to your senses.

Both men stare at one another.. As the feed slowly fades to commercial..

[primetime]

An office door opens.

The crowd is heard stirring inside the arena as Chad Kennedy comes into view. Closing the door behind him, he smiles as he looks at the man across from him. Standing behind a desk showing stacks of unsorted papers, EUW CEO Kirk Kennedy looks stressed out as he searches for something amiss the mess.

Chad K: Hey Dad.

Kirk K: The show ready? Sorry I haven’t been much help out there.

Chad: It’s fine. Everything is taken care of. Are you.. Alright?

Walking away from the desk now, Kirk Kennedy wipes his moist brow and begins looking through a nearby shelf, tossing the objects in front of him unto the carpeted floor below.

Kirk: Oh, I am fine. You should ask that son of a bitch, Ash Mathews that question though. Did you know that he is filing an injunction to have me barred from EUW activities until the court comes to a decision?!

Chad: What? Wait. Are you saying that you will be unable to run this business during the proceedings?

Kirk: It seems so. Tonight may be my last show for a few months.. Or until this court case is over. Mathews does not just want a portion of the company profits anymore.. But my job. That means that I have to lean on you to keep things running right. Are you okay with this?

Chad Kennedy strolls over to the desk now, picking up a small statue and fingering it.

Chad: I will run it as if you are right here, Dad. Don’t worry about a thing.

Kirk: I am not worried at all, son. That is why I hired you. So, tell me. What is the General Manager’s special tonight?

Chad: Let’s just say.. It has never been done before..

[primetime]

Opening Match
Singles Match
Chuck Johnson vs Diabolik

Gibson: Now we get to the first match on the evening. J.J, any thoughts here?

J.J: I have watched Diabolik for quite a few years now. Each time, he amazes me. There is no less than a strong competitor in that man. He will surely bring the heat tonight. As for this Johnson fellow, I have to say that I am impressed! Chuck Johnson has taken the world by storm with his actions since his arrival. I just wonder, will experience play a factor tonight.

Gibson: Let’s turn to the videotron where our new General Manager awaits with this match’s stipulation. Keep in mind that this is a special General Manager’s episode. Every match will have a theme..

The feed cuts to the large screen above the entrance now. Chad Kennedy is seen smiling.

Kennedy: Hello. Welcome to my Manager’s Special! For our first match, I felt the need to start things off with a bang. With the red hot returning veteran Diabolik stepping in the ring with the powerful rookie.. Chuck Johnson, only one match comes to mind. Let’s make this… a Texas Strap Match! Enjoy!

The crowd cheers as a long leather strap is handed to the referee form ringside.

J.J: Well this is a first! Both men will be tied to one another, via a strap. The first man to slap all four corners of the ring will be declared the winner! Very good choice here might I say!

Gibson: And now.. Let’s get to the match!

Skye: Coming out first, Middlesbrough, England. He is.. 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.


Skye: And his opponent. Hailing from Chester, Montana! 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 leans 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.

Both men hold one arm out as the strap is carefully tied around each one. CJ is seen glaring in Diabolik’s direction, Diabolik returns the gaze without fail.

J.J: This will be a damn good match!

The bell is rung. Immediately, CJ and Diabolik rush one another! It is a street fight as both men unload packed fists one after another! The crowd is going nuts now as Diabolik ducks under a shot, only to raise a kick at CJ! CJ side steps the kick and uses the strap as a weapon, wrapping it around Diabolik and pulling him in to a makeshift choke out maneuver!

Diabolik can be seen grunting now as CJ drags him across the ring, reaching out with one hand to the nearby turnbuckle. After one more tug of the trap, CJ slaps the pad for his first corner point!

Gibson: And CJ only needs 3 more pads to go! Diabolik will need to think out of the box if he is to make it through this one!

Dragging Diabolik across the mat once more, CJ reaches out for another pad! The crowd cheers him on! Diabolik reacts now by tugging the strap and bringing CJ head over heels unto the mat before him! Diabolik then rolls away, removing the strap from around his neck and gasping for air!

Both men turn over now and Diabolik acts first this time. Gripping a handful of the leather strap, he wraps it around his knuckles and drives it into the side of CJ’s head! CJ falls face first unto the mat, only to have Diabolik repeat the punch. This time hitting the back of his head! Turning to face the turnbuckle, Diabolik rushes to the corner only to be yanked right off his feet by the strap! CJ is seen on one knee, reeling diabolic back in!

CJ then grabs Diabolik, bringing the both of them to their feet! Lifting his opponent over his shoulder, CJ drops Diabolik with an atomic butt drop! Diabolik hops around holding his groin area, only to have CJ rush him from behind and perform a text book backdrop!

Gibson: Great display of wrestling skill there. It looks like CJ has acquired a bit of skill in the ring!

J.J: I agree!

Sitting up, CJ then wraps the strap around Diabolik’s legs and proceeds to drag him across the ring.. Slapping his 2nd turnbuckle pad!

Gibson: That’s two! Two left for Johnson now!

Diabolik donkey kicks CJ in the back of the legs suddenly! Removing the trap from his legs, he ties it around the neck of Johnson and begins to choke the shit out of him! The crowd is cheering loudly as Diabolik yanks with all of his might! Finally, he lets go.. Leaving CJ gasping for air! Diabolik then hops to his feet and falls into a nearby corner.. Slapping his first pad of the night!

Chuck Johnson is on his hands and knees now, just in time to receive a kick in the gut from Diabolik! This sends CJ down to the mat hard! Diabolik then yanks the strap, and begins to whip CJ hard against the back and legs!

J.J: He is whipping Johnson like a government mule out there!

Turning to his right, Diabolik reaches out and slaps his second turnbuckle pad of the night now. CJ begins to rise once again. There are thick red welts upon his exposed back! Diabolik does not hesitate to repeat the strike again, cracking the whip hard upon CJ’s skin! Backing up, he gets a running start now.. And baseball slides into the side of CJ’s head!

Rolling over unto his back, CJ is seen panting hard. Diabolik begins to drag CJ by his tied arm, as Diabolik slaps his 3rd turnbuckle pad of the night!

Gibson: This looks to be over! Diabolik has really taken it to Johnson tonight in a big way!

J.J: Agreed. It seems experience wins over brawn.

Picking up CJ, Diabolik punches him in the gut once! CJ bends over in pain. Diabolik then grips CJ around the waist in to a bear hug position, and then lifts the redneck off his feet, charging CJ into the nearby corner of the ring! CJ hits hard into the corner!

Backing up now, Diabolik gains a running start, only to receive a big boot from Chuck Johnson! CJ then slaps the corner that he is in, registering his 3rd point of the night!

Gibson: This is it! Both men had 3 points each.

CJ turns only to receive a kick in the gut from Diabolik. Pulling his arm back, Diabolik then chops CJ across the chest, leaving a huge welt behind! The crowd screams upon impact! Shoving CJ’s head down low, Diabolik leans back and performs a piledriver! CJ rolls unto the mat now.. Out of it.

The crowd cheers loudly as Diabolik rises to his feet. Looking to the last turnbuckle pad needed, He begins to tug on the strap, dragging CJ behind him! He is exhausted though and it seems much more difficult than previously attempted. Turning around, Diabolik chooses a different tactic. He slowly brings CJ to his feet. With one easy motion, he Irish Whips CJ into the ropes, arching his body in preparation for the return.

CJ runs back, only to plant his feet and kick Diabolik in the exposed face! CJ then swings his arm hard for a clothesline but Diabolik ducks out of the way! With a kick in the gut, Diabolik grabs CJ but ends up having his hands slapped away! CJ then returns the kick in the gut to Diabolik.. And follows it up with the “Hangover” (Stone Cold Stunner)! Diabolik flops hard to the mat, completely knocked out cold. Chuck Johnson rises to his feet, and then dives to his right.. Slapping the last turnbuckle for the win!

Gibson: And it’s over..

J.J: Hell of a match..

Skye: Your winner.. Chuck Johnson!

Lying on his side, CJ raises one arm in victory as he pants hard. Diabolik is seen rolling unto his back, breathing just as hard. As the ref unbuckles the two of them, Chuck Johnson groggily walks over to a nearby turnbuckle and ascends it. He raises both hands in victory as his theme song kicks on!

J.J: Another impressive effort by Chuck Johnson tonight for sure.

Gibson: Diabolik held nothing back here.

J.J: Let’s cut to commercial. It has been a pleasure sitting at this booth once again. Thank you.

Gibson: No. Thank you!

[primetime]

Valdez: Look Holmes.. Don’t go out there tonight!

415: I could say the same thing about you and your match!

A locker room comes into view. 1 man remains seated while two others look to be arguing at the door. Sliding on his shirt, 415 stares into the eyes of his cousin, AJ Valdez.

Valdez: I know, I am facing Warrior tonight. Hell, I am not even fully healed form what happened to me at Prestige. I get it! The thing is, I am a survivor!

415: So am I! Did you see what Sabora put me through at Prestige as well!

Rising from his chair, Marcus Puzzo stands between the two men, calming the discussion.

Marcus: Mario, you know why AJ is concerned, cuz. Titan is a fucking beast. He put AJ and myself in the fucking hospital! You have to know what will happen out there!

415: What? IS that what this is all about?! Are you saying I should just throw in the fucking towel?

Marcus: Just tonight, man. Avoid fighting Titan.

Valdez: Yeah man. Learn from our mistakes.

Grabbing the doorknob, 415 glances in the direction of both men with disgust.

415: I am not done with main eventing around here. You guys can hang out in this room and feel sorry for yourselves like a bunch of quitters.. But I won’t. Tonight, I am taking it to Titan. He will be sorry he ever stepped in the ring with me!

Slamming the door behind him, 415 leaves. AJ Valdez walks across the room.

Valdez: That boy is a weak link in this family.

Marcus: He always has been.

Valdez: It won’t matter, Essay. After tonight, I doubt there will be anything left of 415 to worry about ever again..

[primetime]

2nd Event
Singles Match
The Creep vs Roy "The Cobra" Viper

Gibson: Now we get to our next match. This one will be a doozy. We will get to see the Return of the Creep as he takes on the always dangerous.. Roy Viper. Joining me in the announcers booth this time around is the head honcho.. Kirk Kennedy. Hello Boss.

Kennedy: It is a pleasure to be here.

Gibson: How does it feel to be on this side of the booth now? With your son running things, it must be a nice change of pace.

Kennedy: It is. My son is doing a wonderful job so far. We are lucky to have him.

Gibson: Any thoughts on tonight’s match?

Kennedy: Well, is has been some time since The Creep has stood in an EUW ring as an active competitor. Ring rust could play a factor here. His opponent is firing on all cylinders! Roy Viper has been putting in time, doing his best to excel here in the EUW. He has the heart, viciousness, and mind set to be a superstar.. Now we just need to see the results.

Gibson: Let’s turn to the ring where Skye is about to begin the match!

The fed pans to the ring.

Skye: Coming to the ring first… from 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, 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. The Creep!

The house lights dim with the audience barely able to see their own hands in front of them. The words "Ceca Berth Kepis" flash on the screen as the opening drums of "pull harder on the strings of your martyr" by Trivium blares out of the speakers. White sparks fly up from the stage as the lights come back on. Bursting through the sparks as the guitar riff enters is none other than The Creep. Standing at the entrance he lifts his arms in the air and shouts to the crowd, all of whom are standing on their feet and cheering.

The Creep then walks to the ring looking around the arena and slapping the hands of the fans. He slides in the ring and gets up where he stands in a corner and waits.

Gibson: Let’s not forget that this is a stipulation match.

Both fights glance at one another for a moment. As the crowd begins to cheer loudly, the videotron blazes to life showing Chad Kennedy sitting at his desk..

C.Kennedy: Welcome back Creep and hello again EUW! This match should be a good one. So a proper stipulation is warranted. With that being said, I am making this match a.. boxing match. This should be fun.

The screen shuts down as both fighters walk around the ring confused.

Gibson: Wow.. I never saw this coming.

Kennedy: Yes. I am interested to know why this stipulation was chosen..

EUW officials enter the ring and begin to slide over sized boxing gloves on each competitor. Roy Viper leans to the side, never taking his eyes of Creep. Once satisfied, the officials then slide a plastic mouth guard into Viper and Creep’s mouth, and then leave the ring.

As the bell is rung, both men begin to circle one another. Viper looks a bit more poised, keeping his fists in front of his face. Creep begins to smile now as he fakes a punch, and then lands a jab. Viper’s head snaps back once, and then again as another jab hit’s the mark from Creep! Viper shakes it off a bit, frustrated as Creep is smiling and advancing in his direction.

Kennedy: I heard that Creep was once a boxer during his youth. That could come into play here.

Holding one arm up in the air, Creep taunts Viper just long enough to land yet another jab, then follow it up with a hook! Viper stumbles backwards now but catches himself just as quickly.

Gibson: Woooow… that could have been it there!

Creep comes in quickly, swinging wild hooks and haymakers! Viper manages to shove Creep away. Creep comes up underneath with an uppercut.. But is put right on his ass! Viper caught him with a stiff shot to the jaw out of no where! Creep shakes it off as the ref begins to count. Viper backs away, still focused.. Still intense.


1..
2.…
3.….
4.…..


Creep rises top his feet as the ref shakes his gloves. The match is started yet again, but Viper does not wait long to unleash upon him. Driving Creep into the corner, Viper swings hard with a few hay makers, driving the defense out of Creep’s posture! Finally, an uppercut nails Creep hard on the jaw, dazing him! A few more shots to the face and the referee runs in to break them up! The bell is rung as Creep is seen leaning against the ring ropes, a small trickle of blood leaking from his right nostril.

Skye: Your winner.. Roy Viper!

The crowd watches in a stunned silence as Viper backs away to his corner, raising one gloved hand in victory! As his gloves are removed, Viper looks off into the fans before stepping out of the ring. He stops to glance in Kirk Kennedy’s direction.. Before heading up the ramp. Still shaking off the cobwebs, Creep begins to rise to his feet. He looks pissed.

Reaching the entrance, Viper turns to glance one last time at Creep before walking backstage.

Gibson: Damn, Viper seemed to have an issue with you.

Kennedy: I think he is more upset by the stipulation in that match.. And so am I.

Creep begins to leave the ring, when suddenly a person is seen stirring in the crowd. Hopping the banister, Christian Stephens slides under the bottom rope with a chair in hand! The arena explodes now as Stephens swings the chair hard, landing it upon the top of Creep’s head! He repeats the attack once again, each time nailing the mark perfectly. Picking up Creep, Stephens whispers something into his ear, before nail the F.T.B (Fade to Black) hard upon the chair!

The crowd is going nuts as Stephens places one boot on Creep in a mock victory. His grin is ear to ear..

Gibson: These two men want to kill one another.

Kennedy: Agreed. Let’s make sure that they don’t…

[primetime]

Backstage, the camera is seen bobbing up and down as it rushes to the sound of an animalistic scream coming from down the hall. As the camera man finally makes one last turn, Cross is seen glaring down at his door, where driven right in to the middle of it is an axe, embedded in to the wood with a note stuck under the blade. Cross growls through gritted teeth and pushes the strands of messy hair from his face as his stare remains fixed on the message driven in to the entrance to his locker room. Brett remains still for a few moments, his only movement being the heaving of his chest through sharp, angered breaths, but soon enough Cross snapped, and let out another yell before driving his fist through the wall next to the door frame. Yanking his hand out of the sheetrock he turned, noticing the camera man, growling at the sight of him.

"Simpleton! Did ye 'appen upon whomever did this? Know ye who taunts me week in and week out, mocking my mere presence 'ere?!"

The feed shook side to side as the operator shook his head, and The Norse Hammer snorted before muscling past him and continuing down the hall, yelling out once again to a man further down the hall, this time a security guard.

"You there! Guardian of this hall! Who is this fool who wishes to toy with the God of Midgaard?!"

The guard's words were not caught as easily as Cross' yelling, but judging by how Cross merely grunted and stormed past him as well, he apparently did not know much more than the camera man. But as Brett turned a corner to yell at more people, the view panned across the hall and rested on the door to Cross' dressing room, where the axe was still driven in to the wood just above the nameplate, and the note that was under the blade became clear. All it had on it was one word, "Brandrwulf."

[primetime]

Jack Rodgers finds his way backstage until he comes to a dead stop. To his right, there are loud sounds coming from a closed locker room door. Leaning in closer, he places his ear against the door.

Sounds: Oh spank my hairy ass!!!

Jumping back a bit, Rodgers shakes his head as the audience begins to laugh. He leans in one more time to place his ear against the door.

Sounds: Spread that puppy wide open!!!

Suddenly the door swings open, leaving Jack Rodgers staring ear to face with Chuck Johnson! The crowd is cheering now and laughing. Chuck stands there with a small paper party hat on his head and a Hawaiian Lei around his neck. He is staring at Rodgers oddly.

CJ: Hell boy, if you are going to join this party did you at least bring some pizza?!

Rodgers: Um no. What’s going on in here!

Diabolik: Hey Chuck.. Is that the pizza?

Looking over Chuck Johnson’s shoulder, Rodgers spots Diabolik sitting on the couch, smack in the middle of three scantily dressed women! Smiling, Diabolik raises a plastic cup with what looks to be beer.

Rodgers: I am sorry, I must be interrupting something.

CJ: Hell no! Do you like beer?

Rodgers: Yes.

CJ: Do you like Pussy?

Rodgers: Yes.

Diabolik stumbles off the couch and walks up behind Chuck Johnson now. He is obviously smashed.

Diabolik: Ever had Newcastle Brown Ale?

CJ: Trust me. That shit will knock out a fucking donkey! Perhaps your wife could use some?

The fans start laughing again.

Rodgers: Never had it. I could use a swig.

Diabolik: Then come on in, mate!

Chuck Johnson and Diabolik drag Jack Rodgers into the room. Closing the door behind him, CJ’s voice could be heard speaking..

CJ: You should see what Lisa over there can do with that bowl of fruit.. And this bottle of lotion!

[primetime]

3rd Event
Singles Match
Christian Stephens vs Eddie Laurel

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.

Suddenly Christian comes out from backstage and heads straight to the ring. Once in the ring he signals for a mic and receives one.

Christian: No! Cut my damn music! These people don't get that privilege!

The music continues to play.

Christian: I SAID...

Suddenly the music cuts out and Christian is left in the ring fuming. He listens to the crowd...a crowd that is actually in areas of the arena cheering him.

Christian holds the mic close to his mouth but pulls it back when the crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and jeers. He takes a look around before lifting the mic to his mouth once more.

Christian: Will you people shut the hell up and let the most important person in the arena talk?

The crowd now is leaning more towards hating Christian.

Christian: Now, I'm sure all of you know what happened at Prestige. I'm even sure some of you aren't complete cheapskates and actually ordered the pay per view instead of downloading it or looking up the results on some disgusting internet dirt sheet but I'll tell you what, for all of you that may not have know what happened I'll fill you in.

I...WAS....ROBBED!

There's no way around it. Royce was too scared of Goin' Hollywood with Mr. L.A. on the greatest stage of them all. So what does he do? He frames me! First, he goes and hurts himself and then wants to blame it on me?! I don't need a chair to hurt someone. Just give me thirty seconds and a power bar for afterward.


Christian directs his attention to the entryway.

Christian: So what did the all and powerful Kirk do when faced with this obvious ploy? Did he ask questions? Did he investigate? Did he do a damn thing that an owner of a million dollar company should do? No! He postponed the match indefinitely and not only robbed me of my first pay-per-view match since "The Return of the Epitome of Excellence" but robbed me of my number one contender-ship for the Pure championship!

That's why I am asking...NO! I am DEMANDING that Kirk Kennedy come out here and appoint me as the rightful number one contender for the Pure Title because the sooner he does that the sooner I can slap some sense into that overgrown man-gorilla Jack Bull and finally get what EUW owes me!

Oh and Jackie boy, I bet you're feeling pretty proud right now because you went out beat 3 nobodies for that title? Well newsflash, junior. I beat three legends of the business on my first damn day in EUW and that was in between embarrassing the legend Gabe Newell and hitting up every nightclub between here and Sunset.


Christian turns and returns to the middle of the ring. He stares directly into the camera.

Christian: So you get your ass out here, Kennedy and you give me what you so wrongfully stole from me because I'm not leaving till you do. Consider Sunday Night Vengeance officially taken hostage!


Gibson: I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen. Hopefully we'll continue with some actual wrestling some time tonight.


Christian's attention is caught by Gibson talking at ringside. He walks over to the ropes and addresses him.

Christian: You got something to say you ugly sack of crap?! You think just cause your buddy, Creep gets one cheapshot on Mr. L.A. you announcers are suddenly important enough to interrupt someone as important as me?

Let me tell you something, Gobson. I know you're new but you ever interrupt me again and I'll come down there and smack that god damn smirk of your face. You get what I'm saying, jackass?

And speaking of Creep.

Christian redirects his attention to the camera to address Creep directly.


Christian: Creepster. You're nothing but a never-has-been and now you're even worse off...you're a color commentator. Dear god, man, have some dignity.

So what is it? You think you can just suddenly rocket yourself back into the spotlight by attacking "The Standard" of professional wrestling? Is that it, Creepy? You want one more match? You want to rumble once more in the So-Cal jungle with the King of Tinseltown?


Christian gets a smirk on his face.

Christian: Yeah, I bet you'd love get a chance to do all those sadistic things I'm so sure you miss to this beautiful face. To watch my blood flow. To make me scream for mercy. Hell, I bet you got a hard-on just thinking about it. Well, I'll tell you what...you want one more knockout, dragout, barnburner with the greatest athlete this sport has ever known? Well then I've got one answer for you!


Christian holds the mic close to his mouth and says very calmly...

Christian: No.


The crowd seem confused.

Christian: I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction. You don't deserve an opponent of my prestige...no pun intended. So I really hope you enjoyed that little tussle back a couple Sundays ago because that is the last time you ever...and I mean EVER come close to doing battle with someone of my caliber. Now, Kennedy, are you gonna get your ass out here or not?!

Christian looks to the entry way but nothing happens.

Christian: Alright then. Looks like I'm gonna have to take more drastic measures.


With that Christian drops the mic and rolls out of the ring. He approaches Gibson and grabs him by the neck just as Chad Kennedy's music hits. Christian lets go of Gibson and turns to the entry way to see Chad Kennedy making his way out on stage.

Kennedy: Stephens. You don't deserve a shot at that Pure Title. Look at the mess you have become. My father sees greatness in you and I just can't understand why. Yet, you disrespect him. Well, you will find out that I do not play the same game that my father does. If you want a shot at that Pure Title.. you will have to earn it. You can start tonight, by facing Eddie Laurel in that ring. Let's make the match.. a body slam challenge. Enjoy.

As Chad Kennedy leaves Christian is furious. He picks up a steel chair and throws it just as "Psychosis" by Poets Of The Fall begins to blast through the arena speakers. Christian stops dead in his tracks and turns to the entry way to see...

Skye: And Christian's opponent.. Eddie Laurel!

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: I will tell you, tonight has been a damn circus. I would like to take the moment to welcome my special guest host for this match.. Dante Holly!

Dante Holly: “It's a pleasure to be here with you The Rock, but I do have one question.”

Rock Gibson: “It's just Rock ...”

Dante Holly: “Why can I not smell what you are cooking?”

Rock Gibson: “No, Dante you're mistaking me for 'The Rock', I'm just ...”

Dante Holly: “I know it doesn't matter what my name is. You're The Rock though, not just rock because Rock is right here, see.”

Dante reaches into his suit and produces a rock with the word 'Rock' on it and shows it to Gibson.

The crowd boos but Christian shrugs it off before dropping down and staring across at Laurel. Both men are waiting for the bell to ring

Dante Holly: “It's Mr. LA, he's from where I am, HOLLYWOOD!!! MR. LA, MR. LA!!!”

Dante stands up at the announce booth and yells at Christian Stephens who ignores him, mistaking Dante for some deluded fan in the audience. Skye has left the ring and the bell sounds as both men come out of the corner and begin to circle each other, looking for an opening to take advantage of. Both men are extra cautious with a simple slam being the only thing needed to win the match. Eventually the restless crowd begins to jeer both wrestlers but neither man responds to it at all.

Rock Gibson: “So Dante, what have you been up to as of late.”

Dante Holly: “I am not at liberty to say what I have been doing with Jack Bauer!”

Rock Gibson: “I see, and is there any news on the evil doings of Toby Hunter that you spent much of your time here in EUW looking to prove.”

Dante Holly: “There is a lot of news but in order to protect the innocent and nubile I can not share it with you Mr. The Rock”

Back in the ring Eddie Laurel has now locked up collar and elbow with Stephens and looks to take him down with a leg trip but Stephens counters and takes the back of Laurel. He looks to end the match quickly by lifting Laurel up but Eddie's not going to let it end that quickly as he manages to fight out of it with a reverse elbow and when his feet land on the ground spins around and connects with a stiff right to the head of Stephens. Stephens counters with an attempted blow of his own but Laurel ducks it and slips inside of Stephens 'guard' before taking him down with an inside cradle before rolling up to his feet with Stephens in his grasp. Eddie looks to plant Stephens down but Christian manages to slip out the back, using his size advantage to prevent the body-slam. Laurel turns around and is immediately clocked with an enzugiri from Mr. LA that knocks him to one knee, allowing Christian to score with a shining enzugiri right after.

Dante Holly: “That's one of my moves The Rock. That's like the Marvel Kick! Mr. LA you villainous swine, how dare you steal my move.”

Rock Gibson: “Dante, I'm sure ...”

Dante Holly: “The lechery is still present in EUW, even with Mr. Rivera put behind bars thanks to Dante Holly and Jack Bauer we support thieves like Christian Stephens and place ne'er-do-wells in our most hallowed halls like Oblivion, like Toby Hunter!”

Rock Gibson: “Dante ...”

Dante Holly: “This is a travesty, an outrage. EUW needs Dante Holly once more Mr. The Rock. Quick where can I find the most beauteous Sarah Thompson!”

Rock Gibson: “I don't know Dante but we've got a match to call right now. That's what Mr. Kennedy brought you in for.”

Eddie pulls himself up to his feet as Mr. LA pulls him up and lifts him onto his shoulders. The minimal body weight of the semi stunned Laurel easy for the defined Stephens to lug around. Sensing that he has the match in his grasp Mr. LA decides to show boat, much to the disdain of the crowd and Dante Holly at the announce table. His surplus confidence works against him as this time it's Laurel slipping out the back and when Stephens turns around he too gets clocked with an enzugiri followed by the shining enzugiri.

Rock Gibson: “Turnabout is fair play, they say.”

Dante Holly: “Again, the Marvel Kick! Eddie, we shared poem's together, the pangs of despised love, the laws delay. The insolence ...”

Rock Gibson: “Dante, both men are trying to win the match here and make a statement. They're not worried about 'stealing' a move of yours.”

Dante Holly: “Yes, but they are. Certainly you Mr. Rock, didn't intend to get cut off at second base but it happened and you got angry. This is my second base!”

Rock looks at Dante suspiciously shaking his head as Eddie Laurel is trying to pull Stephens up.

Dante Holly: “Mr. Rock, thank you for being here with me but now, I must take my leave. I must talk to Mr. Kennedy about Toby Hunter and these thieves in the ring disgust me. Children, follow me!!!”

Dante drops his headset and hops over the rail and heads into the crowd towards the concourse, asking for the children to come with him and ignore the thieves in the ring.

Rock Gibson: “Eddie has Stephens up to his feet ...”

Back in the ring Eddie has Stephens up to his feet and is pressed against the ropes.

The crowd begins to cheer now as an unknown person bolts through the entrance! The fans stand up on their feet to catch a sight of the new visitor as The Creep slides under the bottom rope! Stephens turns to face the Creep only to have a wooden kendo stick smashed into his face!!! Eddie Laurel, angered by the interruption, grabs Creep but receives a strike form the stick as well! The crowd is cheering like crazy as Creep mounts Stephens, driving the corner of the kendo stick into his face over and over!

Holly: These two men have villainous intentions.

The bell is rung over and over but the action does not stop in the ring..

Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen.. this match is a double disqualification!

Gibson: Wow.. the war between Stephens and Creep seems to only grow more intense. Dante, perhaps you should run in there and.. save the day?

Holly: I am retired..

Gibson: Sure thing.

The feed shows Creep literally being pulled away by security guards now. Stephens is being held back by another set of guards across from him. The feed fades out as the ring is shown in utter chaos..

[primetime]

“Sir! We need help over here!”

Kirk Kennedy is seen leaving his office with briefcase in hand when Danny Tenfold is seen bursting through his door. Glancing up at the rookie, Kirk nods and speaks calmly..

Kennedy: Son, I need to head out. Your GM can handle things of you need him to-

Tendfold: NO! You don’t understand! I don’t know the folks around here that well but there is this huge fucking man tearing up the joint! This shit is unreal! Security has tried to calm him down and the big dude is joust tossing them around like rag dolls!

Kennedy drops the suitcase now and pats Danny Tenfold on the shoulder.

Kennedy: Show me, son.

The familiar yelling from earlier is heard as Kennedy and Tenfold arrive on the scene, only this time it seems much more frustrated. As the scene comes in clearer, Cross has a much smaller man with a headset half on his head propped up high against a wall, his feet dangling high above the floor. He's obviously scared, kicking his feet and struggling to try and get down.

Cross: "YE 'AD TO 'AVE SEEN 'IM! I KNOW IT! LIE NOT TO ME, I WILL KNOW IT!"

Man: "Cross, I swear! I didn't see anything! Please, let me down!"

Cross: "AGH! USELESS FOOL!"

Cross, grabbing the poor worker by the collar and the belt heaved him aside, sending him crashing in to a buffet table nearby. The guy wriggles out of the debris as quickly as possible and tries to crawl away, but Cross is in hot pursuit. But, just before Cross can deliver any more harm to him a third man comes on to the scene, EUW CEO Kirk Kennedy.

Kennedy: "Brett! Leave him alone, Brett. Calm yourself down."

Cross was a man possessed up to this point, but at the sound and sight of Kirk Kennedy, Brett immediately dropped to one knee and bowed his head, not looking at him, suddenly humbled simply by his presence.

Cross: "All-Father! Ah apologize for my actions thus far, ah know not else what to do. This demon, it plagues me every week and I grow weary of 'is trials. Guide me, Odin. Show me how t' take on the tasks before me."

Kirk raised an eyebrow at him, more perplexed by his actions than amused. But, playing along perhaps for safety or enjoyment, Kennedy replied to Cross in his best omnipotent tone.

Kennedy: "Cross, I need you to... erm... take the rest of thy night off. Rest your weary mind, God of Midgaard. Come back for the next shows ready to fight, and worry not about the... demon that plagues you. I will take care of it. Now, go!"

Cross: "Yes, All-Father. Thank you."

Cross replied quickly, nodding his head, before standing slowly and turning on his heel to leave. After Cross left, it was all Kennedy could do to keep himself but laughing as he stood there shaking his head. To the side of Kennedy, Tenfold smiles. Offering a pat on Kennedy's shoulder, Tenfold then walks away..

[primetime]

4th Event
Singles Match
Matt Vaughn vs The Scorpion

The Crowd is cheering loudly now as the feed cuts to the announcer’s table.

Gibson: Here we are, halfway through tonight’s event and I have to say, this is crazy. So, with that being said I would like to introduce my newest guest announcer for this match. He is the EUW World Champion.. Chris Sabora! Hello, Chris. Pleasure to have you here tonight. Any thoughts on the match coming up?

Sabora: I have to say, I have been paying attention to The Scorpion to a great degree. He is a great talent.

Gibson: You can’t deny the odd factor with him though.

Sabora: People often refer to me as odd. Yet, my accomplishments are without question. Judge a man by the legacy he leaves behind, not his lifestyle.

Gibson: Let’s look to the videotron where Chad Kennedy sits waiting to announce the stipulation for the next match.

The feed cuts to the large screen above the entrance. Chad Kennedy is smiling, drinking from a bottle of Pepsi. Taking a large swig from the bottle, he turns and looks at the viewers.

Kennedy: The next match up thrills me. We have two men who really want this victory. One who is making his debut here in the EUW, and the other looking to step it up to the next level. That is why, I am making an special stipulation to this match. I am all about opportunities. So, Matt Vaughn.. Should you defeat Scorpion tonight.. You will face Mister Luck for the number one contender spot in the Pure Rankings. Of course, the same goes for Scorpion. Should Scorpion win.. He also will qualify to face Mister Luck in the rankings. Enjoy..

Gibson: Wow, what an opportunity here for both of these men. Matt Vaughn will have the chance to become the fastest Pure Champion in EUW history!

Sabora: And then there is the Scorpion. I believe tonight.. We will see this dark soul finally come into his own.

Skye: Coming to the ring first. Out of Denver, CO. Matt Vaughn!

"From The Outside" by All That Remains hits the pa system. Pyro explodes as Matt Vaughn steps out on stage. The crowd showers him with boos, but he is not phased. He smirks and cockily makes his way to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and walks around the ring, smirking, taking in all the hatred from the crowd, and turning it into fuel for the match.

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.

Sabora: Look at the eyes of the Scorpion. He is intensity.. Unleashed.

The bell is rung. Matt Vaughn does not hesitate as he rushes Scorpion, spearing the man into a nearby corner! Unleashing elbows and punches, Matt Vaughn drives Scorpion into the corner not wanting to let up. Stepping back a bit, he then gains a running start, only to drive his knee into the gut of Scorpion, literally taking him off of his feet!

Gibson: Wow.. What a start from the rookie here! Scorpion looks completely taken off his game thus far.

Sabora: Unless of course.. His game is to feel out his opponent. There is no greater offense than a sound defense.

Dragging Scorpion out of the corner, Matt Vaughn hooks the arm and performs a perfect suplex! He turns the both of them over and repeats the move for a second time. Turning over, Vaughn then drops a hard elbow unto the Scorpion! The crowd grimaces with each attack..

Slowly turning over Scorpion spits. He looks a little worn out, possible exhausted, as Matt Vaughn grabs him by his long hair. Bringing his opponent to his feet, he runs to a nearby rope and bulldogs Scorpion hard to the mat! Vaughn then covers for the pin!

1..
Scorpion kicks out!

Gibson: Great reliance by Scorpion there.

Sabora: Indeed. Vaughn seems to understand the importance of not only winning his maiden match.. But the stakes that are at hand.

Grabbing a handful of hair once again, Vaughn brings Scorpion to his feet. He punches the dark one in the gut.. But only seems to manage to awaken his opponent! Scorpion backs up, yelling something in the direction of Vaughn. Vaughn shakes his head and kicks Scorpion in the gut this time. Backing up and grimacing, Scorpion shakes it off yet again, this time gesturing for Vaughn to do it one more time!!

Looking out at the fans, Vaughn rushes Scorpion but is kicked himself this time! Using martial arts styled kicks out of no where, Scorpion begins to literally take apart Vaughn with precise chops and kicks! Vaughn backs up with each strike and can not return fire due to the extreme speed of Scorpion!

With a hook of the arm, Scorpion then lifts Vaughn into the air and brings him down with the lament of innocence. (Angle Slam) Vaughn flops hard unto the floor as Scorpion rises to his feet. He raises one arm and howls to the arena rooftops.

Gibson: Wow.. Look at the sheer power in that man. He is simply.. Unreal.

Sabora: No, he is quite the opposite.

Turning to Vaughn, Scorpion brings his opponents to his feet yet again. After one quick thrust of the fingers to Vaughn’s throat area, Scorpion then brings Vaughn into the air with 3 consecutive rolling German Suplexes! Vaughn is reeling now, breathing heavily. Scorpion seems to be.. Just waking up.

Rising to his feet, Scorpion then stalks Vaughn, Lifting Vaughn into a seated position, Scorpion backs up and uses a hard snap mare to drive Vaughn into the mat!! Vaughn rolls on the mat in agony, shaking in all directions! Rising to his feet for the final time.. Scorpion signals for the Eliminator. (Psycho Driver)

Grabbing a handful of hair, Scorpion easily lifts Vaughn to his feet. Hoisting his opponent in to the air, Scorpion then plants Vaughn with The Eliminator.. Covering for the pin.

1..
2.…
Three!

Skye: Your winner.. The Scorpion!

Gibson: Impressive win from Scorpion here. I have to say, I am a believer now.

Sabora: Very impressive. I will be watching that man. I am sure there will be a day when the two of us.. Will meet in battle.

The fans are a mixture of boos and cheers as Scorpion remains seated in the corner of the ring. His theme song continues to play as the feed slowly fades out..

[primetime]

Scorpion is seen walking through the backstage curtain, drenched in sweat. A man approaches him, offering a small bottle of water. With a nod, he accepts it, before uncapping and pouring it over his head slowly. Looking at the man, Scorpion speaks with a dark, ominous tone..

Scorpion: Thank you. Your offering will be remembered. The Lord is pleased by your actions.

Voice: Come on, man. Shit all over someone’s else’s religion.. Will you?

Slowly turning to his right, Scorpion sees a man standing in the doorway. He is large, and very muscular. He is.. AJ Valdez. Raising both hands, Scorpion begins to speak.

Scorpion: My Lord, is this man my newest challenge? Will this test.. Cleanse me?

Valdez: Shut the fuck up with all of that, white boy! You know, I can stand a lot of things but the one thing that sets me off is someone disrespecting God. You keep on doing that.. And we are going to have some issues.. Essay. Do you understand me?

Valdez struts over to Scorpion, banging his shoulder hard against the dark one. Leaving the hallway, Scorpion watches him walk away before speaking.

Scorpion: The scourge of men must be purged..

[primetime]

5th Event
Singles Match
Warrior vs AJ Valdez

Rock Gibson: “And now ladies and gentlemen it’s time to introduce our next guest announcer ahead of the clash between AJ Valdez and the returning Warrior!! Let’s hand it over to Skye.”

The camera pans from a wide view and gradually narrows onto the ring.

Skye: “Ladies and gentlemen, introducing are next guest announcer…”

The lights start to dim a little as the noise level rises slightly in anticipation. As the opening wails of "Spitfire" by The Prodigy roars over the PA system, the fans erupt into cheers.

Skye: “… currently residing in Bakersfield, California, he is the EUW Pure Champion… JACK BULL!!”

The big screen lights up with various images of Jack Bull as he comes confidently striding out from backstage to a renewed chorus of cheers. Jack is shouting and signalling at the fans to raise the roof.

Entering the ring, he proceeds to climb the nearest turnbuckle, giving the fans the "Hook'em Horns" sign, then raising the Pure title for the fans to see. Jack hits each corner in succession to raise the Pure title for the fans and to celebrate with them his newly won gold. He then comes to the center of the ring and as his handed the microphone by Skye. He pauses for a moment, allowing the noise level to slowly build in the arena, then tips his head back and yells;

Jack: “WAAZZUUUUUUUP!!”

A renewed chorus of cheers and screams fills the arena as Jack now hands the mic back to Skye. He gives her a wink, prompting a little smile, and then slides out of the ring, taking the Pure title to the announcers desk where he joins Rock Gibson.

Rock: “Well Jack, I have to ask. This whole arena was on its feet for you, their new Pure champion. That must be a hell of a feeling right there.”

Jack: “You know Rock, I love all my fans, even you more than you love appearing on adverts for Gayflirt.com. The key thing is now that I’ve finally won something for them. I’ve finally brought home a title and given the fans they can respect and cheer for.”

Rock: “We also have to give credit to your opponents in that match; Eddie Laurel, Mr. Luck and Brett Cross. They put up a hell of a fight.”

Jack: “Well Rock, I have to give be honest. Eddie Laurel didn’t bring it in that match so I can’t big him up. But I do have to give some respect to Kid Luck. He fought hard and in the end you could say it was a ‘tight’ victory that I got over him! As for Cross, if he wasn’t mentally unhinged and actually spoke English, I could kind of get to like the guy. But I don’t.”

Rock: “Now if I might turn your attention to this contest. This a real test for AJ Valdez. He’s had a rough introduction to the EUW and it doesn’t get any easier against a returning Warrior. Do you think Valdez might take advantage of some ring rust by Warrior, or will the former tag team champion, Grand slam champion & 2x World Champion prevail?”

Jack: “Gibson. I think you should just sit there, take a sip of water, adjust your collar, make sure your tie is the right length, shine your shoes… and shut the hell up!! I think Valdez hasn’t been up to par so far and I remember beating Warrior quite handily once upon a time. That then is how I predict this match being; as memorable as a gear change. What’s the special stipulation for this thing anyway?”

Rock: “Actually Jack there is none. It’s just gonna be a classic one on one contest between two great competitors. It’s a novelty tonight in that it’s the only standard singles match!”

Jack: “Say what? … That’s the stupidest damn thing I’ve ever heard all night! Christ, let’s get on with it and hand the sound over to that hotty Skye.”

Skye: “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a classic singles match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first….”

As “Untouchable” hits Angel makes his way out to the ramp way.

Skye: “… from Oakland, California, weighing in at 245pounds, A.J. VALDEZ!!”

As The crowd cheers his name he makes his way towards 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 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 and determined to win.

Skye: “And his opponent…

"Cold as Ice" by Firewind comes over the arena. The latin opening catches the crowd off guard as always, before it suddenly crashes into the main part of the song. This blares throughout the jam-packed arena, causing a flurry of boos from the crowd.

Skye: “… from Cortez, Colorado, weighing in at 265 pounds… WARRIOR!!”

From behind the curtain, Warrior steps out in his classic black singlet, name emblazoned on the back, and has none other than his daughter Kendra by his side. The two step out, turning to each other and nodding, before making their way down the ramp and towards the ring. Warrior gives his little girl a lift up onto the apron, before he slides in himself. The pair each go to opposite corners, climbing them and taunting to the crowd, watched closely all the way by Valdez.. They then hop down, discussing some things before we get underway.

Rock: “Well here we are fans, on the brink of something exciting as Warrior makes his return to the EUW!”

Jack: “Someone ring the bell for gods sake, let’s get this crap over and done with.”

Rock: “So Jack, what’s your prediction for this match?”

Jack: “That someone in the crowd will definitely die of boredom.”

The bell rings and we’re finally underway. The match starts cagey, as Warrior and Valdez circle the ring, both waiting for their opponent to make the first move. Eventually they close in and go for a test of strength in the middle of the ring. Though Valdez tries to press down with his slight height advantage, Warrior lowers his hips and uses his 20 pound weight advantage to shrug Valdez off; back towards a corner.

Warrior now comes in with fists flying, rocking Valdez who backs into the turnbuckles with his arms up for protection. Warrior is going crazy and some of the Warrior marks are building the noise as Valdez does his best to cover up his head. Warrior now draws on his veteran savvy and starts throwing toe kicks into Valdez’s exposed gut.

The ref gives Warrior a 5 count which he only just stops short of. The ref gives Warrior a talking to which buys Valdez a bit of recovery time. Warrior now tries an Irish whip to the opposite corner, but Valdez reverses! The neutrals in the crowd now give off a roar as Valdez comes steaming in with a flurry of shots of his own! Now it’s warrior who covers up as Valdez starts raining in high shots!

Rock: “A.J. Valdez is on fire now!”

Jack: “Well get up and put him out!”

The ref counts Valdez and forces him to back out. When the ref moves Valdez charges into the corner -- literally -- as Warrior slips to the side. Again Warrior goes to the toe kick as his weapon of choice. He then grabs Valdez by the head and drags him out of the corner. Warrior sets his opponent up for a huge right hand that sends Valdez to the mat. Warrior doesn’t let up, piling in now with a series of hard stomps to the upper body. He pauses briefly to taunt the crowd and receives a barrage of boos in response. Warrior just smiles evilly.

Rock: “Warrior, looking proud of the damage done so far,”

Jack: “Dude, the match has only been going for a minutes. If I was Warrior then I’d stop looking so damn smug. And get a hair cut as well,”

Warrior drops to his knees and goes for the cover, but Valdez kicks out with authority after two, drawing a few cheers from the crowd. I think they simply dislike Warrior enough to side with Valdez. Warrior doesn’t seem best pleased and the old vet brings Valdez back to a vertical base and sends him straight off with an Irish whip. Warrior goes for a clothesline but Valdez ducks!. Warrior turns but only in enough time to see Valdez come back and rock him with a huge clothesline!!

Rock: “What a clothesline by Valdez!”

A.J. now takes the offensive. As Warrior finds his feet Valdez runs of the ropes and catches Warrior with a shoulder block. Again Valdez runs for the ropes, but this time Warrior lays out and forces Valdez to jump over him. On the return Warrior now goes for a back body drop, but Valdez leapfrogs him!

Rock: “What agility from the big man!”

Valdez celebrates but as he turns around he walks right into a belly-to-belly suplex.

Jack: “What stupidity from the big man.”

Warrior goes for another cover but gets a two count only. Warrior now locks in a simple armbar, taking a different approach to wearing down his opponent. Valdez reaches for the hair and gets a ticking off from the ref, eventually being forced to get to his knees and try to power out of the hold.

It’s here that we start to see Valdez’s lack of pure wrestling skills or experience. Warrior adeptly moves his feet to keep out of range and now makes a minor adjustment so that he can bring Valdez to the mat face down. Warrior keeps the pressure on and works to get into a position so he can drive some knees down on Valdez’s arm.

Rock: “Let me ask you Jack, what are your thoughts on the match so far?”

Jack: “I’m just trying to figure what’s making me more nauseous; the smell of your body odour or the sight of Warriors love handles.”

Warrior now re-applies his armbar but Valdez is finally able to power to his knees and get in front of Warrior, easing the pressure on his arm greatly. He now grabs Warrior by the head and pulls him down for a head butt! Valdez takes advantage of the broken hold straight away by grabbing Warrior’s legs and lifting him up to hit a spine buster!

Jack: “That’s one of my favourite moves right there, but the kid needs to get a bit more elevation.”

The noise level in the arena starts to rise as the fans sense a break to the dead lock. Both men work to their feet and Warrior unloads a big right hand. Valdez is shaken, but he rocks back with a big right hand of his own! The two now exchange punches back and forth, clubbing each other with some awesome right handed shots!

It’s Warrior who short circuit’s the cycle, raking the eyes of Valdez before following it up with a clubbing forearm to the back. Valdez is down on one knee, but from here he is able to fire off a right hand into the midsection of Warrior. Valdez now starts to build some momentum, hammering away with a series of punches that slowly works Warrior back into a corner.

Valdez now gets a grip of his opponents arm and sends him hurtling across the ring with a powerful Irish whip. Warrior slams into the turnbuckles and bounces out… walking right into a running boot from Valdez!

Rock: “Right in the kisser with that one by Valdez!”

Jack: “What the hell are you talking about, who’d wanna kiss that?”

Warrior is down and dazed so Valdez goes for the cover but gets a two count only before a kick out by Warrior. Valdez now stands up and starts laying in the boots to Warrior’s chest. Satisfied with the damage caused, he brings Warrior up to a vertical base and hits him with an authoritative scoop slam. This is followed by a standing elbow drop, with another one for good measure. Valdez goes for the cover again…

One…
Two…
Thre…

No. Late kick out by Warrior, who appears to be holding his lower back after that crushing slam. Again Valdez brings Warrior up and once more he goes for the scoop slam, but this time the wily vet slips off the back. Warrior grabs Valdez around the waist and lifts him up for an atomic drop!

Rock: “Oh man, that’ll shorten your tail bone right there!”

Jack: “I love that classic old move. All these new guys seem to come out with these fancy variations on crappy moves, but there’s nothing like a good old, solid atomic drop. I bet Valdez felt that one all up and down his spinal column! Though knowing Warrior, he probably grabbed a piece of ass on the way up!”

Both guys are looking a little shot now as the back and forth, physical contest begins to take its toll. Valdez is on knees in the middle of the ring as Warrior comes from behind and delivers a fearsome kick right into Valdez’s back! Following this up, Warrior now slaps on a sleeper hold as he looks to put Valdez away. From ringside, Kendra cheers her father on, urging him to apply the lock tighter and squeeze the air out of Valdez’s lungs.

Rock: “Man that Kendra is cold. Look at her cheering for her father to just crush Valdez!”

Jack: “You can also tell she inherited her looks from her father. I mean damn, that is one ugly kid!”

Valdez struggles to fight his way free from Warriors hold, but he’s not having much luck. Warrior presses home his advantage, leaning right on Valdez’s back to make it harder for him to breath. Valdez is sagging now and it looks like this one might be done soon. The ref checks with A.J. but doesn’t get much of a response.

He now takes one of Valdez’s arms and raises it up. As he lets go, the arm flops down limply. The ref signals “one” to the time keeper. Again the ref raises Valdez’s arm… and for the second time it slumps down like a wet noodle. The ref signals “two”. Finally he raises the arm for a third time… and again it flops.

Jack: “Night, night A.J.”

Rock: “Wait!”

The ref stops short of signaling for three as Valdez manages to stop his arm falling and finds the energy to raise it back into the air! The fans in the arena come to their feet to cheer on the underdog. Warrior looks around disgusted and shaking his head. He yells at the fans to be quiet, all the while trying to constrict the hold in a little tighter.

Valdez is soaking up the fans cheers though and now manages to slip a foot out in front of himself. He uses this to power himself back upright and he lets out a blood-curdling yell! The fans are caught up in the moment and begin roaring their support even harder now, as Valdez slips his shoulder down and sideways, opening up some room. He pulls back his arm and delivers a powerful shot into Warriors stomach with his elbow!

Rock: “Valdez is fighting back!!”

Jack: “Gibson, did you just wet yourself?”

Valdez fires in another elbow now, almost breaking the hold. One last time he pulls back… and again he slams his elbow into Warriors stomach! The hold is broken! Valdez calls out for strength while balling his right hand into a fist. Warrior throws the first punch however.

But Valdez blocks it! And lands a right hand of his own! And another! And another!! Warrior is reeling back to the ropes now as Valdez comes in with a huge forehand chop to Warriors chest!

Rock: “Wow, did you hear that pop!”

Jack: “Was that you busting your nut then?”

Valdez now goes for the Irish whip, slinging Warrior across the ring violently and meeting him with a big boot to the face! Warrior stumbles to his feet and Valdez lifts him up, this time for a Samoan drop! Valdez presses home his momentum, bringing Warrior back to his feet and sending him off with another Irish whip. This time Valdez elects to go with the spear, nailing Warrior into the mat!

Valdez goes for the cover;

One…
Two…

Not quite! Warrior just gets his shoulder up and squeezes out the back door.

Rock: “Wow! Warrior was about an inch away from getting beat!”

Jack: “Warrior only has an inch to beat? Hell everyone knows that!”

Valdez gets to his feet -- still pumped up -- waiting for Warrior to rise. As Warrior finds his vertical base, Valdez sprints for the ropes looking to get some speed up. Instead he ends up flipping over them as Kendra leaps up and pulls down the top rope! Luckily Valdez manages to land on his feet, but he still looks a little disorientated and winded as he leans over. It gets worse for the member of the One Puzzo Nation, as Kendra sneaks up behind him and kicks him right in the nuts!! The crowd let’s out a unanimous “ooohh”.

Rock: “Man, what a play by Kendra! That is ice cold!”

Jack: “What is she like 13? How does she even know those things exist?”

Valdez is clutching his groin, obviously in serious pain, but manages to roll back into the ring to beat the ten count. Warrior has had some time to recover and now he moves in on his wounded prey. Adjusting his kneepads, he bends over in preparation for the Rage (Gore). Valdez slowly stumbles to his feet.. turns around.. and is speared hard by Warrior! Valdez holds his gut as Warrior stands back up. Climbing the nearby turnbuckle, he waits. The crowd stands to their feet as Valdez slowly rises once again!

Gibson: Could this be it?!

Valdez stumbles forward now, and then turns around.. only to be hit with the War Plunge! (Green Bay Spear) Hooking the leg.. Warrior covers for the pin!

1..
2..
Three!

Skye: Your winner.. Warrior!

Warrior plants his open hand down hard into Valdez and rises to his feet. The crowd is going nuts as Kendra crawls into the ring. Warrior scoops her up and the two celebrate the victory!

Gibson: Hell of a match there. Warrior is back.. and things are starting to get interesting.

[primetime]

Kirk Kennedy: Alright listen. There have been a lot of things happening backstage. I realize this. With Brett Cross losing his common sense a minute ago and the repeated assaults out there in the ring, things seem to be mighty crazy around here. Sadly, I have to leave.

Kirk Kennedy is seen tossing suitcases into the back of a large BMW. Standing nearby is Chad Kennedy.

Kirk Kennedy: The lawyers want to see me first thing in the morning. If Ash Mathews wants a fight.. Then he is going to get one. Do you have things covered until I return?

Chad Kennedy: Of course, Dad. I got this. Take your time and send that loser back to whatever shit hole he crawled out from. Things will be just fine here.

Kirk stares at Chad a moment.

Kirk Kennedy: So, about the show tonight. I think we should not do this Manager’s special again. The EUW is a legitimate sporting authority. Those type of stipulations make us out to be a circus. Next week, let’s get back to business with some good old fashioned wrestling. Understood?

Chad Kennedy: Of course, Dad. Back to basics..

Kirk offers a hug to his son, and then slides into the car. Shutting the door, he backs up, rolling down the window.

Kirk Kennedy: Ash Mathews thinks he is so high and mighty. He has no idea who he is fucking with!

As the car speeds away, Chad Kennedy pulls a toothpick out from his jacket pocket. Sliding it into his mouth, he watches the car fade out of view as no other than Ash Mathews walks up beside him. The crowd begins to boo instantly.

Mathews: You sure about this?

Chad Kennedy: Of course.

Mathews: What about our boy, is he on board too?

Chad Kennedy: Everything is going as planned. Just remember.. This isn’t a “our” thing. This company will be run by ME. You will simply assist me. The EUW brand is yours to do what you wish with once my father is out of the picture.

Mathews: That’s all I want, friend. I simply want what is owed to me.

[primetime]

Main Event
Singles Match
TITAN vs 415

Gibson: So that leaves us with our main event. First though, I need a partner and we have yet to hear who that will be. This event has truly been something else. I have to say, Chad Kennedy’s first production has not been bad at all. So let’s look to the stage where we can expect the next exciting announcement!

The feed cuts to the stage now. The crowd grows loud as Chad Kennedy steps out.. Smiling.

Kennedy: Have you all enjoyed the show so far?

The crowd begins cheering even louder.

Kennedy: Good. Well, I got two last surprises for you. First of all, we will need another guest announcer for our main event, won’t we? Well, not only do I have the man for that job, he will also fill that role permanently from this day forward. When I thought over who I wanted to take this job, I realized that we needed someone intense, intimidating. You know, the kind of guy who would get the job done.. Just like myself. Ladies and Gentlemen.. Your new announcer.

The lights dim.

Gibson: WOW! I can’t wait to find out who this will be. Wait, I didn’t get an announcement like that when I was hired. What the hell?

“The Enemy” by Godsmack begins to play. The crowd stands up and literally loses it! Stepping into view on the stage, Xplode looks out at the sea of fans. A Monster energy drink sits on one hand while he glares forward.

Kennedy: Ladies and Gentlemen.. Xplode!

The fans cheer as Xplode nods in Kennedy’s direction. He then slowly walks down the rampway toward the announcer’s table. Finding a seat, he slides on the head set.

Gibson: Before the match starts, I would like to say that it is indeed an honor to have you-

Xplode: Shuddup! I don’t need some half assed twit kissing my ass. I have to say, it is different being the guy to call the shots and not the one creating them.

Gibson: I bet.

Xplode: Well, then let’s get this shit started. I will take it from here while you go change your underpants. You smell like shit.

The camera feed cuts back to the stage now where Kennedy remains standing.

Kennedy: Not bad of a pick, huh? So now, we get to the main event in question. You know, when I first thought over what the stipulation would be I knew it had to be big. It is a main event after all. So, then it hit me! Why not make the match have not one.. But TWO stipulations! I am sure that 415 would love a crack at Titan for what he did to his cousin.. Right? Let’s not forget that embarrassing loss to our champion at Prestige two weeks ago. Being the giving type of man that I am, I figure.. Let’s give the kid exactly what he wants. Tonight, in this main event.. 415 will face Titan.. In a Rage in the Cage Match!

The crowd starts cheering loudly.

Kennedy: Oh, and the winner will be the new number one contender for the EUW World Championship. Enjoy.

The crowd starts cheering louder now as a cage is slowly lowered from the arena rafters. The lights begin to strobe from blue to red as the feed pans back to the announcer’s table.

Xplode: Not bad for a kid. He might be a decent GM after all.

Gibson: Ladies and gentlemen, this main event is sure to please. 415 has another shot at destiny here as he not only gets to enact revenge upon Titan.. But possibly face Chris Sabora again! Can he do it? Will the second time be the charm.

Xplode: Um, Rock?

Gibson: Yes?

Xplode: No. I hate to say it but the world.. Possibly even 415’s own grandmother.. Has seen enough of that masked idiot. I am going to have to take the flipside here. This is Titan we are talking about. This could be the big break that the Monster has needed.

Gibson: This is true. Very true. Either way.. This match will be huge.

Skye steps into the ring now smiling. A microphone is lowered into her hand as she begins to speak. She looks sort of uncomfortable as the cage locks into place around her.

Skye: And now.. The main event. Coming out first, from San Francisco California. 415!

“Rock Superstar” by Cypress Hill begins to play. The crowd stands up and begins to cheer as 415 runs out unto the stage! Looking out at the ring, his face seems to be very serious. Slowly making his way uncharacteristically towards the ring, 415 slaps a few hands from the fans.

Xplode: So this is what the EUW is down to now? What happened to the big names? Wait.. The big name is right here, sitting at this table.

Gibson: 415 looks to be slightly off his game tonight. He obviously was not ready for the cage to be a factor. We all know the sheer ferocity that Titan exhibits inside of that structure.

Entering the cage, 415 runs to a wall and climbs it, finding a seat at the top of the structure.

Skye: And his opponent. Hailing out of Marin, California. He is TITAN!

A sudden explosion of white fireworks ring loudly as "Burrito" by Seether starts to play. Walking through the entrance curtain, Titan looks out over the sea of fans in attendance. He continues to walk out to the edge of the stage area... slowly raising both arms... then.. he leans back as explosions rock the arena from behind him once more!

Pointing to the ring, Titan begins to laugh as he then waltzes towards the cage. He looks extremely confident, stepping up the metal steps and into the cage. Looking to ringside, he then orders the cage door locked.

Gibson: What do you think of Terry Jones’s new protégé?

Xplode: The man knows how to stay busy, that is for sure. You know, there are no size limits on being a fucking retard.

Gibson: (Laughing) Yes, I am .. Aware of that.

Titan glances at 415 now as the smaller opponent hops down from the cage wall. Both men glare at one another for a moment as the bell is finally rung! Surprisingly, 415 takes it to Titan first, launching at him and unleashing a hail of elbows and forearms! Titan is stumbling back slightly from the shots. 415 then runs to the ropes, slingshot ting off of them and into the air with a flying body splash! Titan literally catches him and sends him into the mat with a vicious spine buster.

Gibson: Before I can announce that 415 has taken an early lead, Titan has turned things around!

Xplode: Stupid move by that kid. Why in the hell would you tuck on Superman’s cape when you can just shove kryptonite up his ass?

415 turns over as the now stalking Titan circles him. Reaching over, he grabs 415 by the back of the mask, attempting to bring him to his feet. 415 suddenly lashes out now, kicking widly and catching Titan in the groin area! Titan bends over in pain, hobbling away!

Xplode: There you go. Kick him in the Boys and things will be just fine.

Rolling to his feet, 415 steps back. Getting a running start, he rolls into the mat and launches off his feet, grabbing Titan around the head and performing a spinning DDT! Titan is sent headfirst into the mat now as the crowd begins to cheer him on! Not letting up, 415 then sprints to the turnbuckle where he hops to the top rung! With arms raised, 415 literally flips into the air, landing with a splash! The crowd is really getting into it now!

Rolling off of Titan, 415 looks up at the cage wall. He knows what he must do. Rising to his feet, he then begins to climb the structure, quickly choosing to end things.

Gibson: Smart move by 415 here.

Xplode: Are you kidding? You need to pound that man into the ground and keep him down! Do you think a few gay ass acts off the turnbuckle will do the job? Give me a break.

Climbing to about half way, 415 suddenly finds himself stopped as the large hand of Titan grabs him around the back of the neck! 415 unleashes a strong kick to Titan’s face though, knocking the big man back! Rebounding quickly, Titan grabs 415 again, this time around the legs.

Twisting his body, 415 makes the arena explode now as he wraps both legs around Titan’s head and spins.. Sending the Monster to the mat with the hurricanarana! Both men crash hard into the mat after! Titan is rolling over once more, this time obviously hurt. 415 kicks back up to his feet, only to raise one hand in victory!

Gibson: Look at that man.. He is possessed out there!

Xplode: He is stupid. Climb the fucking cage and get out now! You can play to those dumb ass fans after it is all over!

Gibson: You know, your brother knew the importance of the fans.

Xplode: Where is he now?

Grabbing Titan around the head, 415 slams the head into the mat now. He then backs up, flipping into the air and landing upon Titan with a spinning leg drop! 415 then turns towards the cage wall yet again. Pointing, he begins to climb it yet again!

Lifting his head, Titan looks pissed. He slams a large fist into the mat and rises to his feet with surprising agility! Walking over to 415 who has just managed to clear the top rope, Titan grabs him around the torso and falls backward with a back drop! He then hooks a leg around 415 upon impact, pulling himself into a mounted position! 415 does his best to fight off the positioning, but is no use, as Titan pins his arms under his large knees! Pulling back a fist, Titan drives it into the jaw of 415, snapping his head back hard!

Gibson: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Titan nails him again, and then again, each time with more ferocity! Looking up at the fans, he smiles as a blood splatter is seen upon his neck area. The camera pans down to 415 who seems to be bleeding from under the mask.

On the stage area, Chad Kennedy is seen walking out once more. This time with Terry Jones by his side.

Gibson: What’s this?

Xplode: If Terry is with him.. I would say it is bad news..

Looking to the stage area, Titan smiles as he drives his knuckles hard into 415 one more time! The crowd is booing loudly now as trash is hurled against the cage! Rising up off of 415, Titan easily lifts his opponent to his feet. With one easy swipe, he then yanks the mask right off of 415’s head, letting it drift to the mat below! The right side of 415’s face is swollen, cut open deeply from under his eyebrow. With one quick thrust, Titan then tosses 425 into the air and against the steel cage wall, leaving 415 to fall limply to the mat below!

Gibson: This is disgusting. Come on.. Someone help him.

Xplode: All I got to say is, no blood better land on me. I paid a shit ton of cash for this shirt.

Gibson: If you all are just joining us, 415 surprised the world tonight, taking it to Titan for the first half of the match. Things have taken a sharp turn however, as Titan seems to have this wrapped up.

Picking up 415 once again, Titan brings him in near. 415 somehow finds the energy to fight off the effort with a hard elbow. It has no effect however, as Titan lifts him into the air and plants him hard into the mat with a suplex. Titan then lifts 415 up into a seated position, only to run to the ropes and drop him once again with a running big boot! 415 is out cold, there doesn’t seem to be any further movement. With one hand raised, Titan signals for the end now. He gathers the limp frame of 415, only to lift him up and perform the Devastator (Triple Powerbomb)!

Looking down at the unconscious frame of 415, Titan laughs. He then turns to the cage wall, easily climbing to the top with a few short strides. In one effort, he hops over the top and lands at ringside, the bell sounding after.

Xplode: That was pathetic.

Gibson: It was a massacre.

Skye: The winner of this match.. TITAN!

Looking out at Jones and Kennedy once more, Titan steps into the cage once again.

Gibson: Oh come on! It’s over!

Kennedy and Jones slowly walk down the ramp now as Titan is seen nudging 415 out of the ring with his boot. Kennedy and Jones then enter the ring and stand on each side of Titan, raising his hands in victory. The boos are intensely loud, and the ring is now fully littered with trash!

Kennedy: Ladies and Gentlemen, your new number one contender.. TITAN!

Gibson: I don’t know what to say here, X.

Xplode: I do. Someone needs to kick that kid's ass! I don’t care if it is Sabora or the man sitting back there in the 5th row. No one makes a mockery out of the main event like that!

Gibson: There are indeed dark times ahead. Somewhere out there, Sabora is watching this. What could be going on in his mind? Jones and Titan seem to not only have the mental card but the actual right to face Sabora in the ring now. This could be too much for even Sabora to handle!

Xplode: I know the machine first hand. It will take a lot to rattle him. I just hope Titan knows what he is getting into by raising the stakes so high. My question is though.. Where does Kennedy fit into this? And why?

Gibson: I have a feeling we will find out very soon. This has been a hell of a night, X. Thank you all for coming out tonight and enjoying another episode of SNV! See you soon!

The feed is back on the ring now where Titan is seen smirking. Jones and Kennedy are also smirking, walking around the ring on each side respectively.The camera zooms in on the face of Titan as it turns a shade of red... the show comes to an end.

(End of broadcast.)

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