Nov. 28th SNV

[primetime]

An office comes into view. Various pictures are hung upon the walls, leaving hardly any indication of the colors behind them. A man sits behind a large oak desk, leaning back in his chair with his feet resting upon it. With a phone pressed against his ear, Chad Kennedy smiles as he speaks to an unknown voice on the other end…

Kennedy: Yes, I am aware of the ratings problem. I will let you guys worry over that though, as you can see, I have a show to run. I pay you guys to handle that side of the business.

Voice: Chad, I can not rally the minds of the share holders if the company is sagging under your tenure. Please be careful right now, your father seemed to have things running perfectly.

Slamming his hand down hard upon the table in frustration, Chad Kennedy gritted his teeth hard before answering.

Kennedy: My Father will be a feint memory by the time that I am done. Maybe the General Manager’s special was not such a great idea… but that is the past. Now, you hold up your end of the bargain.. and I will hold up mine.

Voice: And Mathews? What about him?

To the side of Chad Kennedy, a door opens slowly. Two men enter the room as the camera catches a view of them from the backside. They come to a stop in front of the desk as Chad Kennedy looks up at them, slightly annoyed. He then raises one finger and points them towards a chair. As the men break away, Chad continues with his phone call.

Kennedy: Ash will not be a problem. He is of use to me, and so I will deal with him and his fragile ego. When that use has run it’s course, then this conversation will be a tad bit different. Now, if you will excuse me, I have business to attend to.

Kennedy then hangs up the phone.

Kennedy: Alright, now the fun begins. It’s time that we mark our territory in this yard..

Both men begin to laugh just out of view as the feed cuts to ringside..

The camera feed pans around now from left to right, displaying a slew of hungry fans cheering. Fireworks spew out of the stage area as “Eye of the Devil” by Seether begins to play. The feed pans to the ringside rooftop where a small banner is lowered that reads “The EUW Tag Titles have RETURNED”

Sitting at ringside, Rock Gibson smiles at the camera. He is dressed in a sharp suit. To his side is Xplode. He is dressed the complete opposite, garnering a worn down pair of jeans and black shirt.

Gibson: Welcome to another exciting episode of Saturday Night Vengeance! I am Rock Gibson and sitting beside me is 2 time World Champion, Xplode. How are you doing, buddy?

Xplode: I am fine.. And I am not your buddy.

Gibson: Sorry, I didn’t mean to-

Xplode: Right. Tonight, the EUW returns to you with a packed house. The next Pure Title challenger will be anointed in the main event as The Scorpion squares off against Mister Fuck.

Gibson: You mean, Mister Luck.

Xplode: Yeah.. Whatever.

Gibson: Let’s get to ringside now where we await Chad Kennedy with a special announcement.

The feed cuts to the stage area as the lights dim down. “Cryin’ like a Bitch” by Godsmack begins to play as Chad Kennedy steps out into view. The crowd cheers him on averagely as he heads down the ramp way and into the ring.

Xplode: Call it however you want but I know assholes. That kid right there.. Is an asshole.

Gibson: He is also your boss. I would be careful if you-

Xplode: You be careful. I will just be me..

Accepting a microphone from Skye, Chad leans in and kisses her upon the cheek, causing her to look very confused and bothered. He then turns to the fans as Skye exit’s the ring. The applause slowly.. Tones down.

Kennedy: Hello. I would like to formally welcome you all to SNV. I have quite the surprise planned for you all. As most of you noticed, there is a banner hanging over my head. It is true, the EUW Tag Titles are returning to action.. And they are doing so even faster than one would think! Tonight, Chuck Johnson and our Pure Champion, Jack Bull, will square off against Warrior and Roy Viper. This will be the first in a series of qualifying matches to determine who our next winners shall be.

The crowd begins to cheer loudly.

Kennedy: Please.. I thank you all but let me finish. You see, as my father once said, the question on everyone’s mind is.. Do You Want to be a Champion. Tonight, we find out just how much Mister Luck feels that way. You see, he will lace up those boots and face a man who I have taken interest in to say the least. The Scorpion is receiving a chance of a life time. I just hope he makes the most of it. As of recent though, things have been a little chaotic in the back locker room. I am taking a firm stance on this issue to say the least.

As of 6am this morning, I have released the contract of Christian Stephens due to his continuous rants about not receiving a title shot. I call the shots around here. Hopefully this will drive that point home. Also, his good friend Creep has gained my attention as well. You see, these two men seem to have the need to attack one another without abandon. I don’t appreciate this. So, with that being said, I am changing Creep’s match tonight into a contract match.

The crowd begins to boo loudly now.

Kennedy: Please, hear me out. We can not have anyone attacking other members of the roster whenever they wish, now can we? The Match between The Creep and EUW Champion, Chris Sabora will be a classic rules match. This means that all rules will be followed. Should The Creep win.. He gets to stay on and continue his legacy. Should he lose however, it’s good night Arlene. Let me remind you that I have appointed a special referee. So, I feel very confident that the rules will be followed. With that, I would like to introduce the men who will be my arm of the law so to speak. Every good leader needs an army to help his laws be enforced, and my tenure will be nothing less than that. So, with that, please welcome the first member of my.. Cabinet. He is a new face to the company, and I am sure you will all enjoy watching him compete. Please put your hands together for.. Amazing Jace Ambrose.

“Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva begins to play as the feed pans to the stage area. Stepping out into view is Amazing Jace. He is seen smirking, holding both of his arms out to the side of him. The fans respond cautiously with cheers as Jace winks at a few nearby ladies.

Kennedy: There you go women. Eye candy is not just for men. Now, I would like to introduce my next member of the Cabinet. He is a legend in the sport. He is.. F-1.. FALLEN ONE!

The feed pans to the stage again where The Fallen One is seen stepping into view. “Alive and Kicking” by Nonpoint begins to play as F-1 stands beside Jace. Both men stare back at Chad Kennedy from behind dark shades. The fans continue to react cautiously.

Kennedy: There you go. How could anything go wrong with those two by my side, right? Well, on the safe side, I have one more person by my side who will make an immediate impact on the company. You see, I need a face for my regime beyond my own. This face must strike fear in those who feel the need to disrupt things shall we say. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome.. TITAN!

The crowd erupts in a hail of boos now as Kennedy is seen laughing evil-like. Jace and F-1 are also smiling as their intentions is finally known. Stepping out un to the stage is Titan, smirking and nodding his head. The negative feedback is so loud that the arena is literally shaking.

Gibson: I didn’t.. see this coming.

Xplode: Yeah. I don’t know what to say beyond.. We’re fucked. I mean, who will stand up to those men now?

Gibson: The Boss did say that they were only meant to enforce the rules, whatever those may be. So it may not be all bad.

Xplode: Right. Remember what I said about assholes?

The crowd is still booing loudly as Kennedy gestures for them to calm down.

Kennedy: I know how it looks. Please. I am sure that if you thought about it a minute, you would understand why I chose those men. You see, Jace represents the future of this business. Titan.. The Present. F-1.. Our History. Together, they are the New Empire! My New Empire. These men are not some super group pieced together by the newest mastermind around town. They are a symbol.. Of what is yet to come. Thank you.

The crowd starts to boo yet again as the feed cuts to ringside.

Xplode: I have seen this before. It always ends badly.

Gibson: Yeah. I think someone needs to get a hold of Kirk Kennedy.. And fast.

[primetime]

Opener
Singles Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Danny Tenfold vs 415

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are set to go as the action is ready to heat up out here. We are about to see two men square off for very different reasons. What do you think, X?

Xplode: Well, the ever fucking boring 415 will step in the ring for the millionth time. He will probably defy the odds as he loves to brag about doing. If you ask me though, my money is on that other kid.

Gibson: Danny Tenfold is a force to be reckoned with for sure. In his first professional match in the EUW, he has a very stacked plate to finish off. I think this one may be a reality check for him.

Xplode: Where in the hell do you come up with this stuff?

Gibson: My dad helps me write my quips for the show, why?

Xplode: Fire him..

The feed cuts to ringside now where Skye is seen smiling to the fans. A microphone is lowered into place as she begins to speak.

Skye: Our first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall. Coming out to the ring first, hailing from Longview, Washington. He is.. Danny Tenfold!

"Sidstyler" by Machinae Supremacy begins to blasts from the loud speakers as Danny Tenfold steps out onto the stage to cheers from the fans. He looks around and grins before quickly making his way down the ramp, high-fiving fans on the way. When he gets to the bottom of the ramp he slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He hops to his feet in the middle of the ring and raises his right fist as he looks around the arena, taking in the applause. Danny finally heads to his corner as the music fades.

Gibson: X.. wake up.

Xplode: I am awake! I was just resting my eyes…

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


The lights dim to a dark shade of purple. "Rock Superstar by cypress hill begins to play as 415 walks through the entrance curtain. As he makes his way down to the ding he gestures the finger and pulls his hand back as if gesturing to slap a member of the crowd. The crowd boos loudly at him but 415 continues to flip them off. Upon entering the ring he laughs at the crowd as the boos grow louder and he just laughs not paying the fools any attention. He then stands in one corner to await for his opponent.

Xplode: I love how they announce where that idiot is from. News flash, Skye! 415 is the area code of San Francisco!

Gibson: Both of these men look like hardened warriors in that ring right now. You know what impresses me most about Tenfold however is that he already seems to be comfortable in his surroundings. That’s a good sign in a rookie.

The official nods at both men. In a surprising move, Tenfold walks across the ring and offers to shake 415’s hand! The crowd cheers as the gesture is returned. Both men return to their corners as the bell is rung..

415 launches across the ring now, hopping into the air. Tenfold sidesteps instantly, using 415’s momentum to drive him into the corner! With a sharp kick into 415’s gut, Tenfold nails him with a hard elbow after. Then, backing up a bit, Tenfold rushes 415 and performs a snap mare! 415 rolls unto the mat hard holding his neck in pain.

Gibson: Wow! Nice start there!

Grabbing a handful of mask, Tenfold brings 415 back up to his feet. With a quick hook of the arm, he lifts 415 into the air nails a backbreaker fall.. into a pin! The ref slides down for the count.

1..
415 kicks out!

Xplode: Calm down there, Rookie. You need to cook that dude more before you eat him.

Gibson: Interesting analogy.

Rolling back to his feet, Tenfold drops a few heavy fists upon the shoulders of 415. Countering, 415 pulls the feet out from under Tenfold! He then mounts him, driving knuckles into his jaw furiously! Tenfold does his best to block the onslaught as 415 rolls away, satisfied. Both men race to their feet but 415 gains the upper hand. Hopping into the air, he saddles Tenfold, twists his body, and performs a seated hurricanarana! The crowd cheers loudly as Tenfold flops unto the mat.

415 rushes to the ropes now, bouncing off of them and returns with a roll unto the mat. He lands hard on Tenfold with the Rolling Thunder! 415 hooks the leg quickly for the pin.

1..
Tenfold kicks out!

Not letting up, 415 kicks up to his feet… and so does Tenfold! The crowd is cheering loudly for both men as they stare down one another. Simultaneously, both men sprint towards the opposite sides of the ring. Bouncing off the ropes, they collide. 415 launches into the air first with a flying clothesline but Tenfold ducks out of the way. Landing on his feet, 415 turns around as Tenfold nails him hard on the chin with a super kick!

Gibson: This is some serious aerial wrestling here, folks. Danny Tenfold is showing the world that he can hang with the big boys as he returns fire upon 415.. Move for move.

Xplode: Translation. The kid is getting lucky..

Stomping 415 a few times, Danny Tenfold takes a deep breath now. He bends over and grabs 415 by the mask, bringing him to his feet. With one quick movement, he drops 415 hard into the mat with the Dragon Suplex! Tenfold covers for the pin yet again..

1..
2.…
415 kicks out!

Sitting up, Tenfold looks frustrated. He slowly gets to his feet, staring at the fans the whole time. They respond with a hail of cheers..

“DANNY-BOY! DANNY-BOY! DANNY-BOY!”

Looking around the ring, Tenfold spots his next effort. He waits for 415 to rise before kicking him in the gut hard, causing 415 to bend over. He then rushes to the ring ropes, launching off the middle rope and shooting into the air! 415 rallies some stamina out of no where though! He twists his body and nails the super neck breaker on Tenfold! Danny hit’s the mat hard as 415 turns to face the fans! Pointing to the nearby turnbuckle, he runs to it and hops to the top.

Gibson: This could be it, ladies and gentlemen. 415 is setting up for the big finish here. Tenfold put up a damn good fight here without a doubt.

Xplode: I agree. Impressive stuff.

With both hands in the air, 415 launches like a bird in flight. He comes down hard upon Tenfold.. Just as Tenfold manages to lift his knees up! 415’s ribs collide upon the knees full on! The crowd cheers loudly now as Tenfold stumbles to his feet, falling upon a nearby rope. Looking down at 415, he smiles and ascends a nearby turnbuckle. With no hesitation, he launches into the air and nails the Killswitch Tengage! The move is performed perfectly as Tenfold hooks the leg after impact!

1..
2.…
Three!

Skye: Your winner.. Danny Tenfold!

Gibson: The kid did it! I can’t believe it!

Xplode: I told you he would..

Danny Tenfold rises to his feet now, one arm in the air in victory. The referee parades him around the ring as his theme song begins to play. The crowd cheers him on, celebrating a hard fought victory.

[primetime]

“Come in.”

The same office door from early comes into view as Titan is seen. His large composure casts a shadow on the man seated before him, Chad Kennedy. Walking in alongside Titan, Terry Jones grins ear to ear as he accepts Chad Kennedy’s open hand and shakes it quickly. Glancing around the room, Terry nods at the Fallen One and then at Amazing Jace before speaking.

Jones: Perfect! Absolutely perfect! Everything is coming together as planned.

Kennedy: Of course.

Titan picks up a small picture frame now and glances at it. He then looks over his shoulder only to perform a double take upon seeing Jace relaxing on a leather couch. Jace returns the glance with no fear in his eyes at all.

Titan: Who the hell is this and why is he here?!

Kennedy: He is Jace-

Hopping off the couch, Jace approaches Titan, stopping right at eye to chest level with the monster.

Jace: I am Jace. I believe I am here because the Boss sees something in me.

Titan: Odd. The only thing I see is a fucking untested rookie! Let me share a bit of advice with you. I don’t play well with others so you might be better off getting out of my face before I decide to rearrange yours. Understood?!

Jace leans to the side now and stares at Kennedy. He looks un-amused.. And hardly intimidated. Thinking on his feet, Chad Kennedy rises to his feet and approaches the two men, standing between them.

Kennedy: Billy, this man is here because I have asked him to be. You see, I have an eye for talent. Just as I had an eye to deal with you. I say you give him the chance to impress us and you just might be surprised at the outcome.

Terry Jones then intervenes, placing his hand on Titan’s large shoulder.

Jones: Welcome to the fold, Jace. I am Terry Jones, EUW Manager and all around genius! I look forward to seeing you in action.

Fallen One: Listen…

F-1 now rises to his feet and stands alongside the others.

Fallen One: I have seen my fair share of bitch fights. I am not in the mood to watch another one. I joined this group because I thought you guys had your shit together. Don’t make me regret my decision. Now, it’s obvious that Titan here can handle his shit, and I am of the same opinion about this rookie here. It won’t hurt no one to see how this kid pans out. So I say we do just that. Between the three of us, I don’t think anyone stands much of a fucking chance..

Kennedy: Agreed. Now here is the deal. Titan and Jones will handle the match with Creep and Sabora tonight. We already spoke of what I would like done there. F-1 and Jace, I need you guys to tend to something else entirely. There is one match in particular that has caught my eye. Since neither of you has a match tonight, how about you both be on stand by in case things end up the way I think they will. It’s time we deliver a message.

[primetime]

Two men are seen talking in a hallway. The masked face of 415 turns to his brother, Marcus Puzzo. He is holding a large jacket and a gym bag. Across from him, Marcus Puzzo pleads to his younger brother.

Marcus: Look bro. We have a shot at those tag straps. We need to act fast!

415: I thought you were done for, man.

Marcus: I got one more run in me, bro. The Puzzo Brothers are needed out there.. Let’s make history!

415: Sounds good to me, holmes. First though, this new Empire thing. What do you think about that?

Marcus paces across the room, snatching up a small mini taco from the food station.

Marcus: Not sure. The thing is, that is what scares me. All of these new faces around here, you know? Where do we fit in?

415: We fit in.. where we want to. Alright, I am going to go handle my shit.

Marcus: Alright, bro.

Stepping through the hallway, 415 stretches his arms. He looks slightly weathered due to his earlier loss to Danny Tenfold. Shaking his head in disgust with himself, he turns down another corridor when he suddenly hears a loud..

(CRASH!!!)

415: What the hell?

Glancing at the source of the crash, 415 searches.

(CRASH!!!)

415: Oh shit.. Brett Cross?!

Running down the hallway, 415 enters the room. Glancing down, he immediately sees the large frame of Brett Cross lying upon a broken locker room. Various debris is covering him, all pieces of what was once a nice looking room. Rising from the pile, Cross glances up at 415 from under a layer of long flowing hair. His eyes carry a dark shade under them, showing signs of a lack of sleep. Immediately, 415 raises his hands and starts to back up out of the room.

415: Look, Big man. I am going to get you help, okay? I will be right back, yo.

Turning to leave the room, 415 exit’s the room but finds himself shoved forward now and pressed against an adjacent wall. Breathing hard into his ear, Brett Cross leans into him from behind. His long trench coat flows to the floor, offering a sort of shadow to his large frame. Doing his best to push away, 415 is sent against the wall even harder by the large Viking.

415: Hey.. Brett.. Come on man. It’s me.. Mario!

Brett leans in now, smelling the mask of 415. He then backs away, letting his trench coat slither off of his broad shoulders and to the floor below. 415 turns around relieved.

415: Yeah man. It’s going to be alright, seriously.

Cross: You.. Attacked me. I am not pleased by your cowardice.

415: I didn’t attack you, Yo! I walked into your room and you were already on the damn floor! I am your friend, man!

Cross: You wish to be my ally?

415: Yeah man, it’s all good.

Leaning into 415 slowly, Brett Cross clenches a fist. This causes 415 to readjust himself into a defensive posture.

415: Don’t do it man..

Cross: If you are my ally, where is your signet? Where is your symbol of the blood line? Make it known before I end you, Loki.

415: Blood line? Dude.. I am a fucking Mexican, not Loki.

Cross: Then we shall meet in battle. You WILL prove your worth to me. So shall it be done.

Walking away, Cross cracks his neck hard and exit’s the hallway. 415 remains in place, unsure of how to react.

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Brett Cross vs AJ Valdez

Gibson: Our next match will be interesting for sure. Two of the EUW’s largest men will square off inside of that ring in what is sure to be an epic conflict.

Xplode: Yup. We got a Viking versus a Homie. What the hell has happened to this fucking place?!

Gibson: Backstage, Brett Cross has been causing quite a stir with the controversy surrounding him. Some stalker.. Or evil force.. Has been terrorizing the big man. To say that he is playing with one pin short of a bowling match would be an understatement.

Xplode: Yeah.. Fire your dad. That saying was straight up embarrassing.

Skye: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first. Out of Oakland California. AJ VALDEZ!

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

Skye: And his opponent.

The crowd begins to chant..

“CROSS CROSS CROSS”

Skye: Hailing from parts unknown.. Brett Cross!


The intro of The Chariot begins to blare out of the PA system, htiting 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. Then, he slides out of his furred trench coat and tosses it over the ropes. After, he turns to his opponent while loosening up for the match.

Both men stare at one another. Valdez is seen smiling slightly, almost looking at Cross as if he was a joke. Cross slowly removes his trench coat now, his long hair covering his vision. The bell is run, causing Valdez to walk to the center of the ring.

The anticipation grows now as Valdez looks at Cross, lifting one arm up to flex his muscle! A round of negative boos begin to ring around the arena as Valdez follows up the display with another round of flexing. Across from him, Cross watches him intensely. Stepping back now, Valdez points to the mat and challenges Cross to do the same.

Gibson: What is this? It looks like Valdez is challenging Cross to a challenge of who has the better physique?!

Xplode: This is gay. Brett, whup that fool’s ass.

Looking at Valdez a moment, Cross begins to walk to the center of the ring as well. Slowly, he lifts both arms, displaying a set of tightly packed abs! The crowd responds with a hail of cheers now as Brett flexes his large biceps.

Gibson: I guess we have a winner!

Nodding his head, Cross glares at Valdez through blood shot eyes. Valdez smirks a bit, embarrassed now, as he rushes Cross hard with a knee to the gut! The match has finally begun. Driving Cross into the corner, Valdez lays into him hard with stiff punches. Eat punch picks Cross up off his feet due to the impact!

Grabbing an arm, Valdez then Irish Whips Cross across the ring into an adjacent corner, running behind him with a powerful clothesline! Cross slumps into the corner hard now. With one more kick to the gut, Valdez backs up. He taunts Brett with a quick flex once again. Cross responds with a hard big boot to the face!

Due to the size of Valdez, the kick only brought him down to one knee. Seeing this, Cross offers yet another boot, driving Valdez down to the mat finally! With one arm raised, he drops down hard upon Valdez with an elbow drop. The crowd is cheering loudly as Cross rises again, only to perform the same elbow drop!

Rising to his feet once more, Cross stomps one foot hard. The crowd responds by stomping their feet in return. He then backs up into a nearby corner, leaning against both ropes. Valdez slowly rises to his feet now, completely unaware of Cross. Walking up behind Valdez, Cross lifts him high into the air brings him down hard with a stiff backdrop! Cross grabs Valdez once more and slides his head under his arm. Falling back, he nails a DDT, driving the big man into the mat. A leg is hooked for the pin..

1..
2...
Cross suddenly lifts Valdez off of the mat!

Gibson: What the hell is this?

Xplode: It’s called a massacre, Rock. That’s what we do when the possibility is there.

Bringing a limp Valdez back to his feet, Cross hooks the arm once more only to be shoved away! Valdez then rushes Cross with a huge clothesline! Cross only stumbles backwards!

Xplode: Try again, Dude.

Valdez rushes Cross once more with the same Clothesline! Cross takes a step back, and then taunts Valdez to do it again! The crowd begins to cheer as Valdez looks around the arena in a panic! Stepping back for the third time, Valdez charges Cross. Cross responds by lifting him up into a power slam! Valdez manages to slip out though, and kick Cross in the gut! As Cross stumbles backwards, Valdez nails him with a swinging DDT! Cross flops on the mat hard!

Valdez slides down now, placing Cross’s arm between his knees. Yanking back, he locks in a shoulder lock! Cross slams his open hand down upon the mat in pain as Valdez grins with pride! The crowd begins to stomp their feet as Valdez holds on to the submission. The ref walks over to Cross, looking for any sign of defeat. Cross only shakes his head violently, refusing to give in.

With sheer power, Cross manages to get up to one knee. Valdez leans back hard, refusing to lose his footing. Cross turns over, his body shaking, and he gets up to his feet now! Realizing that it is useless, Valdez kicks Cross in the right pectoral before Irish Whipping Valdez against the ropes. Cross rebounds off the ropes only to be caught in a bear hug from Valdez!

Gibson: This is so crazy watching Brett be handled like this.

Xplode: Yup. Valdez is showing tonight that he can hang with the big boys here.

Cross flails about in pain until his body goes limp. Valdez smiles, lifts Cross up, and plants the big Viking into the mat with a spine buster. He then covers for the pin..

1...
2.…
Thr- Cross kicks out!

Gibson: WOW! Close one there!

Valdez sits up, furious. He rises to his feet and grabs Cross by the hair. Bringing Cross to his feet as well, Valdez hooks the arm over his shoulder. Cross slaps him away, grabs him by the throat, and drops Valdez with a choke slam! The crowd goes wild as Cross stumbles backward!

Stalking Valdez, Cross regains himself. Valdez is once again rising to his feet as he shakes off the cobwebs. Turning around he looks Cross in the eye.. Just in time to be hit with the Hammer Mjollnir! (Polish Hammer) Valdez hit’s the mat hard as Cross covers for the pin…

1..
2.…
Three!

Skye: Your winner.. Brett Cross!

Cross does not even stay in the ring as his name is announced the winner. He glances down at Valdez one final time before stepping over the top rope and heading to the backstage area.

Xplode: Holy shit.. Someone just got their ass kicked.

Gibson: You have to admit, Valdez really took it to him out there. I think we have seen the start of something great with that man.

Xplode: An ass kicking.. is an as kicking. We will be back after these messages.

[primetime]

The feed fades in as Danny Tenfold is seen tossing a few belongings into a gym bag. He is dressed casually in a set of loose fitting jogging pants and matching shirt. Gathering his things, Danny turns to exit the room when he suddenly finds himself no longer alone.

Leaning against a doorway, Chad Kennedy thumbs a pencil in his right hand. He looks up at the young star before entering the room and looking around.

Kennedy: You know, I often forget how uninviting these rookie locker rooms can be. Congratulations on your first win tonight, you did well.

Tenfold nods, a little uneasy about the visit.

Tenfold: Thank you, sir. Congrats on your show tonight as well. It is doing pretty damn good if you ask me.

Kennedy: I didn’t.

Tenfold shuts up instantly, a little bothered by the response from his boss. Entering the room fully now, Kennedy slides a metal chair out of the way before turning to face the prospect. Tenfold never takes his eyes off of the man before him for a minute.

Kennedy: Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? I see big things in you. You are the type of competitor that I want to flourish in my new Asylum.

Tenfold: Asylum?

Kennedy: Yes. You see, with people like you around, the useless names of the past will finally have a chance to whither.. And fade away. It all depends on what you hope to achieve in the EUW though. So, I ask you, Danny. Are you the future of this company?

Danny thinks about the question a moment before answering.

Kennedy: It really shouldn’t require thought. Am I looking at the Future World Champion of this company?

Tenfold: With all due respect, Sir. I know what you are doing here. Whatever is going on backstage, I just want to steer clear of it. I am here to compete, nothing else.

Kennedy: That is unfortunate.. But I can respect that. Good luck to you all the same. I am sure we will speak again.

Tenfold: Of course. You’re the boss!

Kennedy heads out the door without saying another word. Danny follows behind him when another voice is heard from the room behind him. Kind of startled now, Tenfold turns around as the voice speaks to him. Immediately, he sees the face of the World Champion, Chris Sabora. He is seated in the corner of the room upon his knees.

Sabora: Smart choice.

Tenfold: How long were you there?

Sabora: Long enough. You will find that in the heat of battle, the safest place to be is on the outside looking in. Choosing a side is inevitable.. But better to be done so at one’s own discretion.

Nodding Danny Tenfold heads towards the door now, intent on finally heading home.

Tenfold: Thanks man. It’s nice to know I am not alone around here.

Sabora: On the contrary.. You are alone. We all are. That is why the son of Kennedy prevails..

[primetime]

“Man, pass that beer my way, will ya’?”

“I like it, I love it” by Tim Mcgraw is heard playing loudly as Chuck Johnson relaxes inside of his truck. It is parked in a stall, partially hidden in the arena parking lot. To the side of him is his manager, Willie. With the windows down, CJ puffs upon a cigar as he bobs his head to the music.

CJ: Now this is some damn good tunes, I tell ya’. Just the right type of thing to get a boy ready for war if you are asking me.

Willie: Did you hear the news about the Tag Titles though? This may be our big break. We need to play this one close to the chest if you know what I mean.

Laughing, CJ slams a beer before tosses it out of the driver’s side window. A pile of cans is visible just outside of the driver’s side door, causing the fans to laugh.

CJ: Title belts? Brother, I got my eyes set on a bigger prize than that!

Willie: What’s that? How in tarnation is anything bigger than a title belt?!! Do you know how much those things pawn for?

CJ: (Laughing) I asked for a match against The Machine himself.. Chris Sabora! It’s time I stop playing around with this low level bullshit and got something done with my career. I mean, hell, there have been plenty of men who rose straight to the top. Why not me?

Willie: You.. Are retarded.

CJ: Possibly.

Both men continue to laugh and drink away as a man approaches the truck now. Revealing a large metal pipe, Fallen One bangs it against the driver’s side door.. Causing a nasty dent in the metal. This causes Chuck Johnson to look at him instantly. A stream of beer flows down his hairy chin.

CJ: This truck has plenty of dents, boy. What in the hell were you trying to achieve with that little maneuver?

F-1: I was sent here by Mr. Kennedy. He wants you to clean all of this shit up. This isn’t a trailer park.

CJ: What in the hell is wrong with a trailer park?!

Stepping out of the truck now, Chuck looks down at the pile and then at F-1. He smiles a minute before answering.

CJ: So you came down here with the intention of scaring me into doing shit yer’ way. Now that ain’t too damn nice if you ask me.

F-1: I am not asking you. I don’t play nice. Now pick up the fucking cans.

The crowd begins to cheer loudly as Chuck Johnson slams the last of his beer. He then drops it with the others with a sarcastic burp.

CJ: Damn, how did that happen? I will tell you what. Why don’t you tell your owner that Chuck Johnson won’t be intimidated by hired thugs. That would be you. Sound good? Or should I send the message myself?

Fallen One nods and slowly turns away, leaving CJ feeling pretty good about himself. As CJ grabs the handle of the driver’s side door once more, he is sent colliding into the door instead! Fallen One is upon him fast and quick, driving elbow after elbow into the self proclaimed red neck! Backing up a minute, Fall One then gains a running start, driving his big boot into the back of CJ’s head and sending him through the glass window! The crowd screams in terror as Fallen One is seen stepping back. His boots crunch upon the shattered glass below.

Slumping down to the floor, CJ leans his head up against the metal. He is seen smiling as his teeth are covered in his own blood. A thin stream of blood flows from his temple as well. Spitting a gob of spit and blood off to the side, he smiles at Fallen One before speaking.

CJ: That all you got?

Willie: Alright, alright! I will pick up the cans!

Fallen One then leaves the area, as Willie frantically begins scooping up the trash. Looking at Willie, CJ begins to speak from a seated position.

CJ: Damn. I should have listened to that fortune cookie this morning. It said something about not turning your back to large men..

[primetime]

A large EUW logo is shown before the camera now. Draped behind it is a blue curtain. Standing with microphone in hand, Jack Rodgers holds a microphone as he looks at the viewer. To his side is EUW Hall of Famer, The Creep.

Rodgers: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here with former EUW Champion, The Creep. Tonight, you are to face a man who holds the longest winning streak in the history of the EUW, the current champion.. Chris Sabora. What goes through your mind right now with everything that has transpired?

Creep rubs his chin now as the crowd begins to cheer. After taking a second, he looks to the camera and speaks.

Creep: It’s a shame. I returned to the ring to face an old nemesis in mine in Christian Stephens. That was really my focus as I stepped back in the ring. The thing is, with all that has taken place, I can’t really grasp where I am. Two weeks ago, I was taken by shock as that Viper kid knocked me out. Now, anyone who looks at me will tell you that I am in no shape to throwing boxing gloves around. Yet, I went along with it. Roy Viper got lucky and that is that. Since then, I have been putting in time at the gym. I wanted to be in tip top shape, knowing full well that I was set to step in the ring with possibly the greatest champion of all time.

Rodgers: Wait! Greatest champion? Surely you do not mean with yourself considered!

Creep: I do. There is no shame in admitting it. Chris Sabora has proven that he is the very best at what this sport embodies. While I do admit this, make no mistake about it, that does not side track me at all. Tonight, my career is on the line. When you put a man against the wall.. You would be amazed at what happens. I remember a time not too long ago that I stepped in the ring with Oblivion, Lincoln Daggerson, and Xplode. They told me that I was the under dog on the night.. But I proved them wrong. I won the World Title, defeating those three men. Facing Chris Sabora echoes this to me, reminding me of that fateful night. I am facing The Machine. A man whose record is almost completely perfect. Walking away from that challenge is just too easy. I will do what I have always done in the past, and face him head on. If I lose, then I have no regrets. I have had a damn good career to be proud of. If I win though.. If I win…

Creep looks up to the roof, staring at some unseen object in awe.

Creep: If I win.. Then I will stand here one more time, a symbol of those that were told that they were not good enough, but were when it called for it.

Rodgers: Thank you. And now back to ringside..

[primetime]

“What the hell is going on here! Who fucking did this shit?!”

A door flies open, leading into one of the backstage locker rooms. Jack Bull, hands open wide, stops in front of a group of EUW Medical Personnel as they tend to Chuck Johnson. Holding a large compress to his head, Chuck smiles as the workers apply various bandages to his body..

CJ: Hey sport, how goes it!

Bull does not look amused at all as he turns to Willie who is hiding just out of sight.

Bull: What the fuck happened here, man! Are you supposed to be his bloody manager?!

Willie: Chuck had a run in with that New Empire group.

Glancing around the room, Bull smirks as he notices a bunch of open beer cans littered around the room. Finding one still closed, he walks over to Chuck Johnson’s side and offers it to him.

Bull: Hey man, need me to call off the match? You don’t look so good.

CJ pushes away a medic now, accepting the beer. He pops it open and slams it a second, grimacing as his lips quiver in pain due to the drink. After taking a second drink, he then tosses it over his head and turns to Jack Bull. The right side of his face is covered in heavy stitches.

CJ: Look partner. I will be right as rain. Just let me get some healing done here and I will be right out there. It’s going to take more than a face full of glass to put me outta’ the picture! You just go get set for our match. We are going to put an ass kicking on those two guys like never seen before!

Bull: Yeah man. You sure? Warrior and Viper are tough customers..

There is a silence now in the room a moment.. Broken by CJ and Bull’s sudden hard laughter! The crowd begins to laugh as well.

CJ: (Laughing) Yeah man.. Tough stuff. Let me just have this nurse remove the needle from my right testicle and I will be on my way.

Nodding, Jack Bull walks away from CJ and looks at Willie.

Bull: Take care of that man. He is my future Tag Team Championship partner. That is one tough son of a bitch..

Willie: Will do, Sir.

[primetime]

Tag Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Chuck Johnson and Jack Bull vs Warrior /w Kendra and Roy Viper

Gibson: Our next match has been altered somewhat. The team that wins this match will qualify for further advancement in the Tag Team Championship tournament. Whatever the hell that means.

Xplode: It means, go out there and kick some ass. The tag division can literally make careers. Trust me, I know.

Gibson: That is true. Tonight it will be Chuck Johnson and the EUW Pure Champion, Jack Bull.. Taking on Warrior and Roy Viper. Thoughts?

Xplode: Well, you all know I think Warrior is a bitch. Especially after the attack at Prestige. By the way, I hope he doesn’t think I forgot about that. I always.. Get even. As for Roy Viper, that kid has been improving with every event. I foresee gold on that boy.

Gibson: Well they will have a tough time of it. The freshly crowned EUW Pure Champion, Jack Bull, has been on a hot streak as of late. Another impressive rookie around here is Chuck Johnson. You want to talk about talent? Johnson has it.

Xplode: Sure, that inbred trailer trash is pretty good in that ring. The heart of this team though is Jack Bull. Jack Bull and I go way back, you know. This team is no Chaos Theory.. But it should do the job.

The feed shows Skye inside of the ring now.

Skye: The following match is tag event, scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, out of Dublin, Ireland.. Roy “The Cobra” Viper!

“The good life” by Three Days Grace starts and as the drums crash in 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 tag team partner..

Xplode: Excuse me while I fart. I want to add to the stink around here…

Skye: Hailing from Cortez, Colorado. WARRIOR!

"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. 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. They then hop down, discussing some before things get underway.

Gibson: That’s a great team right there. Very impressive stuff. Warrior is a walking legend in that ring. Viper could learn leagues of experience from that man.

Xplode: Yeah, like how to make your hair look like you have a Jerry Curl..

Gibson: You really hate that man, don’t you?

Xplode: Nah.. I love him. He’s great.

Skye: And their opponents. Coming to the ring first.. Out of Chester, Montana… Chuck Johnson!

“Whup a Man’s Ass” by Trace Adkins begins to play as the crowd launches to their feet! The camera pans to the stage area as Chuck Johnson steps out into view. He is seen holding his rib cage area. A large bandage is taped across the right side of his face.

Gibson: What the hell?

Walking down the ramp way, he slowly walks up the metal steps and turns to point at the fans! They respond with cheers!

Gibson: Now that is one tough son of a bitch..

Stepping through the ropes, Chuck Johnson leans against a turnbuckle with one fist raised.

Skye: And his partner.. The EUW Pure Champion! Jack Bull!!!

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

Jack Bull slaps CJ on the shoulder, checking on his health. He then opts to step in the ring as the first man in for his team. Across from him, Warrior is seen adjusting his tights and grunting. The match is set to begin..

The bell rings as Bull rushes towards Warrior, fists flying furiously! Warrior is sent backing up a moment, before ducking and countering! Now it is Warrior unleashing hellish punches on Jack Bull! Jack Bull steps backwards, only to duck in the same manner! The punches come flying both men now, as it is a literal fist fight in the ring!

Jack Bull gains the upper hand now, driving his elbow into the jaw of Warrior! Warrior shakes it off and spears him to the mat hard! Warrior rolls away before Bull can counter at all. Both men race to their feet only to have Warrior kick Bull in the gut hard. Grabbing Bull across the waist, Warrior falls backward into a German Suplex!

Jack Bull falls hard, coming up into a seated position. Rolling over unto his feet, Warrior flicks his hair back and performs a baseball slide into the back of Jack Bull! The crowd begins to boo loudly as Warrior smirks. He then walks over to his corner, slapping Roy Viper in to the ring.

Gibson: Hell of a start from Warrior there. He looks like he has not aged a day!

Roy Viper gets into the ring now, stomping Jack Bull randomly around the body. Grabbing him by the head, he lifts Jack Bull to his feet, only to fall backward with a picture perfect suplex! Roy kicks back up to his feet now!

Xplode: I like that kid. He has a sense of rawness to him.

Standing back, Roy positions himself in a sort of martial arts posture. Jack Bull slowly rises to his feet, unaware of Viper behind him. Turning to face Viper, he is taken off guard as Viper unleashes a few hellish kicks to his body! Viper then backs up, sprinting towards Bull shortly after!

Somehow, Bull finds a way to regain himself, lifting Viper off of his feet and driving him into the mat hard with a spine buster! Bull then mounts Viper, almost laying upon him, and begins to pummel Viper with furious closed fists! Stepping into the ring, Warrior grabs Bull by the head and yanks him off of Viper, only to have the ref usher him back out of the ring.

Slowly getting to his feet, Bull looks to his right only to see CJ barely hanging on due to his injuries. He then turns to look over his shoulder as Viper nails him hard with a backdrop! Bull grimaces due to the increasing damage to his back. Roy then walks over to his corner, tagging Warrior back into the ring..

Gibson: Great team work from these two here. This is what you look for in tag champs.

Slowly stalking Bull, Warrior watches as Bull crawls towards the extended hand of Chuck Johnson. Just as their two hands are about to meet, Warrior grabs Bull and yanks him back to center ring! Bull responds by turning over and driving his boot into the gut of Warrior, backing him away! The crowd cheers loudly as Bull scrambles to his corner, tagging in Chuck Johnson!

Gibson: Here we go! Listen to this crowd, they love this guy!

CJ enters the ring now, driving his fists into the face of Warrior! Warrior is seen stepping backwards with each shot as CJ changes things up with an Irish Whip! Warrior bounces off of the ropes now, returning just in time to be hit with a DDT! CJ covers for the pin..

1..
Warrior kicks out!

Turning over, CJ rises to his feet, taunting Warrior! The crowd cheers him loudly as Warrior rushes CJ, only to be sidestepped! CJ then hooks the arms of Warrior into a full nelson! Warrior thinks quickly though, his experience coming into play, as he breaks free and drives his elbow into the injured ribs of Chuck Johnson.

Xplode: Damn.. That had to hurt.

Warrior continues to press the attack, grabbing CJ around the damaged rib area and performing a Colorado Suplex! He then heads back to his corner, dragging CJ by the arm behind him. Tagging in Roy Viper, CJ finds himself on the defense yet again as Viper locks in a Boston Crab! CJ grimaces in pain as the bandage on his head slowly peels off. Blood is dripping down his forehead and into his mouth.

Bull reacts quickly, rushing into the ring but the ref stops him instantly. Warrior takes advantage of it, stepping into the ring and stomping CJ’s head quickly. The ref does not see it. Having the sense to reach for the ropes, CJ breaks up the submission. Viper continues to lock in the hold though as the ref orders him away from CJ.

Releasing the submission, Viper backs up. CJ slowly gets to his feet. Turning around, he is stunned as Viper rushes him, slides between his legs, and comes up on the other side.. Yanking him right off his feet into an ankle lock!!

Gibson: Holy shit! What a damn attack from Viper there!

Holding on tightly, Viper grimaces as CJ screams in pain! The crowd begins to stomp their feet, willing CJ back up. Jack Bull rushes into the ring now, shoving the ref aside! He stomps Roy Viper hard, breaking up the submission! Warrior enters the ring in response, shoulder blocking Jack Bull! Both men unleash hell upon one another as Viper slowly rises to his feet in the center of the ring.

Glancing over his shoulder with a crimson mask, Chuck Johnson spits as he watches Roy Viper rise to his feet. CJ gets up as well, although with a bit less finesse. Turning to attack, Viper pulls back a fist only to be kicked in the gut by Johnson! CJ then begins to pummel his back with vicious forearms! Viper manages to counter the attack, by side stepping in an amazing showing of agility! Grabbing CJ around his the back of his neck, Viper begins to counter attack when CJ elbows him off of him.

Falling to ringside, Jack Bull and Warrior continue battle. With a hard elbow, Warrior nearly takes Bull’s head off! Warrior then turns to look in the ring.

Stumbling backward, Viper reacts instinctively with a sharp kick. He kicks Chuck in the leg hard. Viper then grabs CJ only to be shoved away, kicked in the gut, and dropped hard with the Hangover!! (Stone Cold Stunner)

Warrior attempts to slide into the ring but is grabbed from behind. Bull hangs on for dear life as Warrior flails away, doing his best to get in the ring! Inside, CJ falls down limply upon Roy Viper.. Covering for the pin..

1...
2.….
Three!

Skye: Your winners.. Jack Bull and Chuck Johnson!!

Gibson: Holy shit! They did it! Somehow.. Johnson was able to pull out the win here! This kid is impressive!

Chuck Johnson’s theme song begins to play now as Jack Bull steps away from Warrior exhausted. Now free, Warrior slides into the ring, shoving CJ hard to the mat! Exhausted, CJ tumbles hard, but rises to his feet just as quickly. Warrior wastes no time as he locks in the War Cry! The crowd boos loudly now as the bell is repeatedly rung.

Gibson: COME ON! This is wrong! Let him go!

Warrior grunts as he tightens the submission upon CJ, instantly putting him out cold. Dropping to the mat hard, CJ lies upon his side as Warrior turns to taunt Jack Bull to get in the ring! Roy Viper is seen smiling.

Kennedy: I told you, Warrior. Play by the rules…

The feed cuts to the stage area where Chad Kennedy is seen holding a microphone.

Kennedy: I think we shall teach you a lesson.

Warrior begins to shout at Kennedy now, as two men slide into the ring! Jace Ambrose immediately sends the unsuspecting Roy Viper out of the ring with a hard clothesline! Warrior turns to meet the attack, spearing Jace hard into the corner of the ring! Behind him, the second man that entered the ring attacks Warrior now from behind! Ripping Warrior off of Jace, F-1 manhandles Warrior, lifting him up and planting him with the Jagged Edge! (Seated power bomb)

At Ringside, Jack Bull is seen yanking CJ out of the ring by his feet. Fallen One and Jace remain in the ring triumphant, as Warrior rolls away in pain.

Kennedy: Point made. Jace.. Drive that point home. Grab a chair.

Jace slides out of the ring now, folding up a metal chair and tossing it into the ring. F-1 picks up Warrior, holding him tightly in a full nelson. Jace then brings the chair back.

Suddenly, a man runs through the crowd!

Gibson: What’s this??!

Sliding into the ring with a sledgehammer in hand, Diabolik takes a swing at Jace! Jace rolls away just in time and out of the ring. F-1 does the same as he rolls out as well. Diabolik stands guard a minute over Warrior before picking up a microphone.

Diabolik: I can’t stand by and watch a man get his as kicked by two men. What kind of owner are you?! You will heave to go through me.

Kennedy: So.. Be it. Next week, it will be you and Warrior.. Versus The New Empire.

The crowd is cheering now as Diabolik is seen checking on Warrior and Roy Viper.

Gibson: And the plot thickens. We will be back.. After these messages.

[primetime]

A backstage hallway comes into view. As the camera peers around the corner, dark red candles flicker against a black back drop. Seated, legs crossed, is The Scorpion. With eyes closed, he remains in place, not moving at all. A strange feeling permeates the room as Scorpion comes alive now. His eyes remain closed as he holds out one bare arm. His voice is a soft whisper as he begins to speak.

Scorpion: On the third day, pain was to be found. For without pain there was to be no sacrifice. With out sacrifice, no contact with the Holy One may be achieved..

With his other hand now, Scorpion reveals what looks to be a gothic designed dagger. The blade twinkles in the lights above as he holds it out above his exposed forearm.

Scorpion: Tonight, I ask the strength to overcome my opponent. I must bring a reckoning to this man of Luck, for he is a true non-believer. This is sin in it’s purest form. I sacrifice my own pain, my own flesh, to achieve my wishes.

The blade slowly runs along Scorpion’s forearm now, bringing forth a river of crimson fluid around the arm and to the floor below. Scorpion does not grimace at all from the pain though.

Scorpion: Tonight, I will bring the word to this man of Luck. He will see that there is no luck at all, but only that which the holy one wishes to be. Tonight, I perform a sacrifice..

The blood continues to run down his arm now, as Scorpion goes back to being silent. The smoke from the candles has now almost clouded the entire area, blocking any view into the room..

[primetime]

Rodgers: Hello again all. I am now standing here with the reigning EUW World Champion.. Chris Sabora!

The crowd begins to cheer as Sabora arches his head to the side. The EUW World Title is slung over his shoulder, sparkling under the lights. Holding a microphone alongside him, Jack Rodgers continues to speak.

Rodgers: Hey Machine. The last time we saw you, you were staring Titan into his eyes.. Being challenged for the World Title. How has the announcement that Titan has been deemed the contender to your strap effected you?

Sabora readjusts the strap now, looking off into the distance. The fans begin to cheer loudly as he takes a deep breath.. And answers.

Sabora: Titan is used to playing a game against men who stand to fear him. His physical size as well as his demeanor demands respect. It’s just a shame that he is so unwilling to rely on his natural skill to carry him to the top. This is why I refused his challenge. I regretted doing so, but it had to be done. The EUW World Title is the most prestigious award that can be offered a person in our profession. I can’t just offer this honor to some wild animal.. Or monster.

Rodgers: It doesn’t look as though he left you much choice, did he?

Sabora: No, he didn’t. He played a very personal card against me, attacking my family. Titan has no idea what he has awoken inside of me. I usually keep my demons at bay.. But no longer. I have accepted him as a challenger to my title, but still feel a sense of sorrow about it.

Rodgers: This is a man who has kidnapped your daughter and attacked you publicly, Chris. Why feel sorrow? If it was me, I would be banging down his door to get even!

The crowd begins to cheer now as Jack Rodgers seemingly lets out a bit of rare emotion. Sabora stares at him hard a moment, before turning to face the camera once more.

Sabora: These type of feelings, are not unknown to me. This is what separates me from Titan though. My ability to maintain my focus is what will be the deciding factor as I face the greatest challenge of my career to this point. My sorrow though comes from the fact of knowing what will happen to Titan on the night we do battle. He has left me in only one position. A lesson must be taught. Titan must feel fear and live through my pain.

Rodgers: With all of this being said, will you be able to focus on Creep? Surely you see the comparable level of experience in this match up?

Sabora: I do, Jack. Tonight, I stand in the ring with one of the best to have ever graced the ring. The Creep is a man who has stood the test of time, and created a legacy that is well deserved. To be put into position to have to end his career weighs heavily upon my heart, but it’s what must be done. Creep is like myself, a warrior true and true. He enters our match leaving no regrets behind. We will do battle as respected warriors. Look upon me tonight as the closure of a great career. I do so.. Sadly.

Rodgers: Thank you, Champ. Now, back to ringside.

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Non Title Match)
Special Guest Referee : TITAN
Chris Sabora vs The Creep

Gibson: Now we get to a very special match. It will be the former World Champion, Creep.. Squaring off against the current champion.. Chris Sabora. Any thoughts, X?

Xplode: Yeah. I hope Sabora has good medical insurance. Creep is a nasty one to fight off. You never leave the same way when facing him.

Gibson: This match has a bit on the line as well. Should Creep lose, his contract is terminated. This is a must win situation for him.

Skye: Coming to the ring first… TITAN!

“Burrito” by Seether begins to play as Titan steps out unto the stage. He has a tight fitting referee shirt on as he walks down the ramp way and towards the ring. Trash is thrown in his direction as he steps up the metal steps and into the ring. He is grinning from ear to ear. Titan then turns to Skye causes her to flinch with a sharp thrust.

Gibson: That guy makes me sick.

Xplode: Yeah..

Gibson: To think, Terry Jones manages him. I bet that angers you.

Xplode: Yeah well, Terry always had a knack for being in the right place. He just has to be careful, history has a way with catching up to you.

Skye nervously begins to speak again. She never takes her eyes off of Titan.

Skye: Coming out first, 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.

Skye: And his opponent..

The crowd begins to chant..

“MACHINE MACHINE MACHINE!”

Skye: He is the EUW World Champion.. Chris “The Machine” Sabora!!!

Explosions begin to pound randomly all over the stage area as golden sparks shoot out in front of the entrance curtain. "The Sounds of Madness" by Shinedown begins to play around the arena as the fans in attendance instantly start become loud vocally. A fog machine begins to spew out a thick layer of mist as the music continues to play it's ominous rhythm.

Walking through the darkness of the entrance area, Chris Sabora comes into view holding the EUW Undisputed Championship over his shoulder. He is wearing a black hooded sweat shirt with the hood draped over his head, partially covering his face. The sleeves of the hoodie are cut off, exposing his fully tattooed arms. Chris stands on the stage a brief moment, scanning the fans around him as they hail him with a mixture of cheers.

Chris slowly starts to walk down the ramp way towards the ring. He is almost smirking as he methodically continues forward, finally reaching the ring side area. He puts one black boot upon the bottom metal stair and once again turns to the fans. After soaking up the responses from the fans, Chris makes his way up the metal stairs and through the ropes.. entering the ring. He stops in the center of the ring, only to slowly raise the championship above his head with both hands. Behind him, golden showers of fireworks emit. As his theme song dies down, Chris slowly backs up to the ropes behind him, nodding at the referee that he is ready and handing the title away.

Both men stand in the ring now. The Creep bounces about in place, never taking his eyes off of his opponent. Sabora on the other hand watches Titan. Smiling, Titan knows that he has got inside of Sabora’s head.

Signaling for the bell, Titan yells at the Sabora to begin. Creep does not hesitate though, as he rushes Sabora, driving him into the corner! Repeatedly, he drives his shoulder into the gut of the World Champion now, finally backing up and doing it even harder one last time! Sabora’s feet lift off of the ground as he slumps in the corner.

Creep walks around the ring a minute, nodding at Titan. He then picks up Sabora, hooking the arm and falling backwards into a suplex! Crepe them mounts Sabora, and begins to punch away at him, breaking down Sabora’s endurance!

Sabora keeps his forearms in front of his face, blocking the shots. Creep now leans down, and begins to bite the arm of Sabora as the crowd boos heavily! Titan is seen leaning against the top rope, blowing on his fingertips..

Gibson: Can you believe this? This is practically a handicap match!

Xplode: It always was. Everyone in that ring is retarded..

Rolling away, Creep is smiling as a stream of blood is seen on his lips. Chris Sabora turns over, his arm busted open from the bite. Running, Creep kicks Sabora in the gut! Backing up, Creep does it again, only to have his foot caught this time! Yanking his feet out from under him, Sabora twists around and somehow locks in a knee bar! The crowd cheers!

Titan approaches the two downed men and orders the submission to be broken up! Confused, Sabora does as told as Creep rolls away in pain. Sabora then stands up on his two feet, and approaches Titan. Both men exchange words as Creep nails Sabora from behind with a hard forearm!

Creep begins to time his shots now, punching Sabora on the side of the head with pin point precision. Titan is seen laughing as he orders Creep to pin Sabora.

1.
2.
Kick out from Sabora!

Gibson: That was a fast count!!!

Xplode: Did you think that they would sit down and drink tea together?

Rising to his feet, Creep brings Sabora with him. He punches the champion in the gut and locks in a DDT. Falling backward, Sabora somehow counters the move before hitting the mat.. Locking in a triangle choke hold!! The crowd is seen cheering as Sabora locks in the submission! The creep begins furiously tapping out…

And Titan is seen adjusting his belt..

Xplode: Alright, even I am getting tired of this. Come on Titan.. Call the damn match.

Realizing that Titan was not looking, Sabora releases the hold and rushes towards Titan. Both men go forehead to forehead, gritting their teeth and grunting. Once again, Crepe uses this to his advantage as he rushes up behind Sabora, grabbing him around the waist. He then launches Sabora into the air, causing him to land in a sickening folding pile. Titan then rolls out of the ring, grabbing a metal pipe from under the ring.

The crowd begins to boo loudly as Creep rises up once more. He is seen holding his arm in pain. Titan gets in the ring and offers the pipe to Creep. Looking down at the pipe, Creep grins and accepts it. Stepping out of the way, Titan walks up to Sabora and lifts him like a rag doll. He holds him up in a backwards bear hug position as Creep readies the weapon..

Gibson: NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!

Creep rushes at Sabora with pipe in hand! Sabora counters by head butting Titan from the back of his head and dropping out of the way! Creep’s pipe clashes with hard bone as Titan takes the shot right between the eyes! The big man falls flat on his back.. Out cold!

Shocked, Creep stands there running his hand through his hair. Shaking his head from left to right, he turns around.. Right into Sabora! The crowd cheers loudly as Sabora launches into the air with the Maximum Overdrive!! Creep falls face first… out cold.

Rolling over the Creep’s back, Sabora then hooks the head with both hands and leans back.. Performing the Machine Submission Hold! The crowd cheers as no referee is present. The Creep is awake due to the pain, slapping his hand furiously against the mat.. But no one is there to call off the match! Sabora closes his eyes, leaning back with all that he has.

The crowd cheers now as a new referee runs down the ramp way, sliding into the ring. He slaps his hand down hard on the mat and calls for the bell. Finally releasing the hold, Chris Sabora falls upon his back breathing heavily. The Creep falls forward completely spent.

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

Gibson: What a match here! Sabora has done it again..

Xplode: I think his troubles have just begun if you ask me. Titan may be down.. But not out.

Slowly coming up to his knees, Sabora accepts the World Championship from the referee. Draping it over his shoulder, he glances down at the Creep with a nod, before raising the title for the world to see. “The Sounds of Madness” by Shinedown begins to play as the crowd cheers with approval.

[primetime]

The scene cuts to the backstage of the arena in Houston, where Jack Rogers is stalking around, shifting his eyes around the coridoor as he walks up it. His footsteps echo noisily as he keeps looking around before turning to the cameraman.

Rogers: Alright, I don't think Scorpions around..

Rogers nods at the cameraman before turning around and continuing up the corridor. Rogers reaches a vending machine, to the side of which is a bundle of sheets with a pair of shoes pointing out from underneath it. Rogers walks past the vending machine, stops, and walks back to the vending machine. The camera pans to where the sheet is standing, two large black circles painted on top of it.

Rogers: Do I even want to venture a guess?

Luck: Woooo...Woooooo...I am Scorpion...Woooo...Wooooo..

Rogers stands there, almost having to stifle a laugh from how embarrassing the scene is. Mr. Luck keeps standing there, his arms waving throughout the sheet.

Luck: Woooo! Woooo! Fear me! Fear me!

Rogers: Good grief..Mister Luck, can we conduct an interview?

Mr. Luck quickly hurls the sheet to the right, revealing that he is already in his gold-and-black striped tights and black boots, ready for the match.

Luck: I suppose you can.

Luck walks forward and stands next to Rogers, grinning inanely and giving a small wave.

Rogers: Mister Luck, tonight your opponent is the fearsome, enigmatic Scorpion...your thoughts on him?

Luck: I'm not afraid of some devil-worshiping little shit who thinks shampoo is a type of curry. Look at him, Jackie-boy! He's a greasy-haired, ugly, unwashed little cast-aside who only exists because his Daddies condom split and fired a faulty sperm into his Momma. He makes up for his weakness, for his sheer underwhelming talent by putting on an oversized presence, praying to a God that, if he does exist, would spit on him and tell him to fetch him a soda, and standing still mumbling under his breath while he wears a leather trench coat that all the other unclean Goth bastards wear. My thoughts on him? I look at my own shit with more affection than I'd look at him!I also see it as infinitely more threatening!

Rogers: You believe Scorpions attitude to be a facade?

Luck: Without a shadow of a doubt, Jackie. He can talk the talk, but he can't walk the walk. He can barely put his feet forward without falling down faster than a narcoleptic on tranquilizers. Luckily for Scorpion, though, he's getting in the ring with someone who knows how to talk the talk and strut the strut. I'm going to run circles around goth boy and send him back to Hot Topic with his head up his ass and his Satanic prayer back in his throat. Get ready to watch and learn, Jackie, because when i'm done with the ugly reject, people will fall to their knees and praise a new God!

Luck jabs his thumbs at his chest.

Luck: Mister Luck. The leader of the Luckites, and God of Sex, Wisdom, Money and Power. Recite your prayers, my fellow fans, because I will give you all the show you deserve!

Luck gives a triumphant nod and walks off camera. Rogers stands there, a small smirk on his face, which quickly grows into a laugh as Zack Cornell walks in front of the camera, wearing a beige Ghostbusters boiler-suit and carrying a flimsy green hosepipe attached to a black rugsack.

Cornell: Someone called the Ghostbusters. Is Scorpion around here?

The titanic form of Big Dave walks past the camera, holding out an arm and dragging Zack away from the camera by his neck as Rogers shakes his head, turning to the camera and grinning.

Rogers: Ladies and Gentlemen, our Main Event is coming up very shortly...stay tuned!

[primetime]

Main Event
Singles Match
(Winner is declared the new number one contender for the Pure Title)
The Scorpion vs Mr. Luck

Gibson: And now we get to the main event of the evening. This one will be a doozy. We will have the ever dangerous, Mister Luck.. Squaring off against the hot prospect.. The Scorpion.

Xplode: Look, there are guys out there that you know are meant for big things. Luck is one of them. My money is on him here tonight.

Gibson: Let’s not count out Scorpion however. That man has been on point since the moment he had arrived.

Xplode: I don’t get into all that emo bullshit. Never was my thing. He reminds me of Ogre Lambert. All fluff and no skill. Hey, fun fact for you. I beat his ass twice.


The feed switches to ringside.

Skye: And now the main event. The winner will be declared the number one contender for the EUW Pure Championship. Coming to the ring first.. 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.

Skye: And his opponent.. Mister Luck!

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

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

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

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

Gibson: These two men seem evenly match but that all could change very quickly. Luck definitely has the experience here while Scorpion has that unknown factor. Let’s take a look at the tale of the tape..

Mister Luck	The Scorpion
Too Many To List	None
Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada	Hailing from Parts unknown.
Challenger	Challenger
26 years old	unknown
5 foot 11 and 221 Pounds	6 foot 4, 240 pounds
Emphasis on speed. Very Agile Fighter. Does not come out alone.	Emphasis on Speed and Hard Strikes
Experienced with EUW	Rookie
Favored to win in Polls.	Underdog.
Finisher: The Royal Flush	Finisher: The Eliminator

[/center][/table]

Gibson: Let’s get this started.

The bell rings as Luck glances at ringside. With a wink, Zack shows his approval. Turning to face Scorpion, Luck approaches him cautiously. The two men lock up! Luck gains the upper hand quickly, twisting Scorpion into an odd shaped deathlock. Scorpion though shows his extreme agility by sliding out of the hold, and Irish whipping Luck into the turnbuckle!

Chasing Luck into the corner, Scorpion launches. Luck acts quickly, raising his boot and driving it into the chin of Scorpion! Scorpion is sent right down to the mat, flat on his back! Luck pumps his fist once, before dropping an elbow upon Scorpion! Rising to his feet yet again, he turns to the fans as they return a mixture of boos and cheers.

Scorpion slowly rises to his feet now, catching Luck’s attention. He then runs at Scorpion, performing a Ceaser’s head scissors! Scorpion falls to the mat hard, gasping for air as Luck wenches in the pressure upon his neck. Rolling away now, Luck grabs Scorpion and tosses him out of the ring. He then makes a gesture of a title belt around his waist.

Xplode: Damn, my boy is on fire tonight.

At ringside, Zack points at Scorpion. Dave grabs Scorpion and drives his head into the side of the ring! Zack then grabs a handful of scorpion’s hair.. Driving his face into the hard frame of the ring again! Luck is seen keeping the referee busy as Scorpion is being attacked at ringside. Dave grabs Scorpion now, lifting the man up easily on to his shoulder. Sprinting Dave drives Scorpions head towards the turnbuckle beam. Countering, Scorpion slides out from Dave’s grasp, driving Dave face first into the beam instead! Zack lands a low blow on Scorpion from behind however, and rolls Scorpion into the ring.

Gibson: Another handicap match..

Xplode: I love it.

Sliding Scorpion into the center of the ring, Luck covers for the pin.

1..
2..
Scorpion raises a shoulder.

Luck then grabs Scorpion by the side of the head, rolling him up into a small package!

1..
2.…
Scorpion kicks out yet again.

Sitting up, Luck looks frustrated. He nods at Dave who immediately stands upon the ring apron, catching the referees attention. Zack digs under the ring and pulls out a set of brass knuckles! Tossing it into the ring, Luck slides it on, just in time to nail Scorpion right between the eyes! This busts Scorpion open immediately! Luck then tosses the knuckles out of the ring and covers for the pin yet again..

1..
2.…
Scorpion kicks out!!

Gibson: How is this possible? A shot to the face and he is still fighting?

Xplode: Maybe he is too stupid to stay down?

Luck can hardly believe it. Rolling over, he grabs a handful of hair and brings Scorpion to his feet as well. Hooking the arm, Luck begins to perform a snap suplex but is stopped as Scorpion wedges his foot in between his legs. Luck tries it again but has the same result. Scorpion then shoves Luck away, performing a snapping roundhouse kick to the side of Luck’s head!

Luck staggers back as Scorpion spins around with a straight kick to the gut! Luck shakes off the damage quickly though, rushing at Scorpion but finds nothing but air as Scorpion side steps. He then lifts Luck into the air, spinning around with the lament of innocence. (Angle Slam) Both men remain upon their backs breathing heavy as the crowd cheers with approval

At ringside, Dave and Zack are beside themselves, willing Luck to get up! Scorpion is the first to respond as he rises to a seated position. Standing up now, he grabs a handful of Luck’s head, driving his boot into his face! Scorpion then Bulldogs Luck into the mat, coming to a stop upon the ropes! Luck is reeling.

Picking up Luck once more, Scorpion is a man possessed. He begins to scoop up Luck but finds his ankle grabbed by Zack at ringside! Scorpion releases Luck and turns to kick Zack off of him! Luck takes advantage of this by performing a picture perfect German Suplex! He then rolls over with Scorpion still in tow, performing a stalling atomic drop this time!!

Scorpion drops forward unto his face as Luck falls backward. Wiping off the sweat from his brow, he approaches Scorpion only to receive a kick in the gut! Scorpion rises to his feet now grabbing Luck and returning the favor with a stalling German Suplex of his own! Scorpion repeats the maneuver twice (Rolling Dragon Suplex) before releasing Luck! He then covers for the pin..

1..
2.…
Luck kicks out!

Both men are spent as Luck slowly rises to his feet alongside Scorpion. Luck is the first to attack as he lays Scorpion out with a hard clothesline! Looking to the turnbuckle, he prepares to finish the match!

Gibson: This could be it! If Luck is going to end this!

Running and then rising to the top turnbuckle, Luck points to the fans! Scorpion somehow manages to kick up to his feet, causing the fans to cheer loudly! He rushes up to the turnbuckle as well, climbing it in front of a confused Mister Luck! Luck Tries to break free by shoving Scorpion away but somehow Scorpion is able to manipulate the gesture into his finisher.. The Revelation!

Xplode: HOLY SHIT!

Luck lands hard into the mat as Scorpion rolls him up for the pin. Scorpion’s hair is now drenched in sweat.. And his own blood.

1..
2.…
Three!

Gibson: He did it!

Skye: Your winner.. The Scorpion!!!

Scorpion rolls away and slides under the bottom ring before Dave and Zack can grab him as they rush inside. Backing up the ramp way, Scorpion raises one arm as his face drips with blood. In the ring, Luck slowly rises up to his hands and knees. He looks confused.. and a bit out of sorts.

Gibson: With that, we now have a new contender to Jack Bull’s championship.

Xplode: Nah, Luck makes his own Luck. This isn’t over..

[primetime]

Xplode: Well, another show in the books. Where do I collect my check?

Gibson: Are you serious? We just witnessed history here! The Pure division has only become more hotter and let’s not forget the tag team titles!

Xplode: Whatever. The next thing you know, some jackass will come on out to the ring in his underwear.. Demanding a title shot.

The lights dim to a dark red. Sounds of a plane flying overhead could be heard..

Xplode: Great… I spoke too soon.

Stepping through the entrance way, Dante Holly places both hands upon his hips! The crowd goes crazy with anticipation as the retired superhero places both hands behind his back.. racing to the ring in a sprint! Sliding under the bottom rope, he then holds his arms out like an airplane, circling the ring repeatedly.

Xplode: You know, if it wasn’t for handicapped people, I could get a better place to park at the mall.

Gibson: Nice..

Accepting the microphone from Skye now, Dante nods as the fans cheer him relentlessly!

Xplode: And now we get to see Dante Holly perform Banana Phone for the world..

Holly: Hello there, I have returned to you with the gravest of news! While hidden deep in my fortress of Dant-a-tude, I have been pondering over the question that begs an answer. You see, not too long ago, there was a crime committed, one that was never resolved. Vowing to find this source of evil, I took my leave.. BUT NO MORE!

The crowd begins to cheer loudly!

Xplode: I guess Dante found out he has a penis?

Gibson: For your information, Dante is a true superhero.

Xplode rolls his eyes now as Dante continues..

Holly: A man once walked amongst us, the doppelganger of evil and deceit. He who walked behind the steel of a motorcycle, waged war against a great man. It was this man who brought down the inner workings of The Council from where I had been a part of. This man was revered a hero, Not a hero like yours truly but a hero none the less! I regress, my most nubile friends.. There has been a lack of truth. Tonight, I call upon the one man whom has taken my every breath as of late. I call upon the dark one. Come to me.. Toby Hunter. Reveal yourself!

The crowd stirs as nothing happens.

Xplode: Alright, Dante has finally flown over the cuckoos nest. Toby retired awhile ago. As a matter of fact, I haven’t heard from him since..

Dante begins to pace around the ring now as he begins to speak..

Holly: You see? In the face of justice, the Dark One refuses to be seen. This was a man once known as Oblivion.. But left acting the part of a motorcycle riding outlaw. I see through his lies though, and challenge him to show himself to the world.. In his true form! Come out.. Evil-doer!

Again there is no response, as the crowd begins to stir louder. Finally.. A small chant begins to build until it becomes loud and clear.

“OBLIVION.. OBLIVON.. OBLIVION!”

Xplode: Keep on yelling for him you fucks, he isn’t coming. Trust me, my brother is long gone.

Realizing that his challenge would not be answered, Dante Holly looks at the camera and speaks.

Holly: That is fine. I will not give up though. This saga between us must reach it’s epic conclusion. I will do what I can to bring back Toby Hunter.. And reveal once and for all the evil that lurks in his soul! Until then!

Dante drops the microphone hard now as he hops over the top rope. Holding his arms out like an airplane, he runs up the ramp way and into the backstage area, leaving the fans laughing.

Xplode: Yeah.. Our audience has just become that much more stupid now.

Gibson: (Laughing) Well, that’s another show in the books. I am Rock Gibson, and this is my partner, Xplode. See you in 2 weeks for more action! Good night!

(End of Program)

Thank you to all who roleplayed for this show. Everyone but one person turned out for it. That's great but we can do better. I hope that this makes up for the lackluster show two weeks ago. A lot of care went into the makings of this program.

See you all in 2 weeks. Look for the next card on Monday.

This has been brought to you by Extreme United Wrestling Entertainment 2010.