Dec. 12 SNV

[primetime]

“So, as you can see, ratings are up by 75%. Attendance is at an all time high and pay per view buy rates are higher than any of my predecessors ever hoped to achieve. It’s safe to say, I have made the EUW the premier federation on this damn planet. I do hope all of you are pleased.”

10 men sit gathered around a long oval table. All ranging in the ages of 40-60, they sit in different positions while listening to Chad Kennedy as he paces before them. Dressed in a sharp suit, Chad smiles as he glances at each person.

Kennedy: If I do say so myself.. I might have even over shadowed my father.

The men begin to mumble now as they talk amongst themselves. Finally, a blonde haired man with a pencil thin mustache turns to Chad. His hands are clasped eloquently as he begins to speak through a very deep voice.

Director: We are very pleased with how things have gone during your father’s absence. The EUW has never enjoyed this level of success before in all of it’s past. What I question is, why are we here today? If everything is going as planned for you, what was the need for an emergency meeting for?

Kennedy: I am glad you asked. The board of directors has always been an integral part of the EUW infrastructure for as long as I can remember. Without this board, past owners would have been left to run rampant, possibly driving the company to extinction. I am sure I do not need to remind anyone of the horrible tenure that was Vincent Ellis and Mark Rivera..

The men at the table mumble and show looks of displeasure. Another of the directors glances in Kennedy’s direction, lighting a cigar before he speaks.

Director 2: Yes, we would like to put that behind us for sure. Since your father purchased majority stock in the company, it has been a relief to us all. As a matter of fact-

Chad Kennedy leans forward now, slamming his open hands upon the table and causing the directors to flinch in their seats. He slowly glances from left to right, causing an uneasy silence in the room.

Kennedy: My father.. Is out of ideas. He has left me minimal resources to work with. To be honest, these ratings that we enjoy almost broke my very back to achieve, given the power I have at my disposal. With all due respect to my father, there is no doubt in my mind that upon his return, things will return to the norm. As a matter of fact, he is currently wrapping up a court battle, and should return to work very soon. It is truly a shame though. While he chooses to stand in court and perform the dramatic.. Had I been allowed to handle Ash Mathews things would have been dealt with swiftly.. and quietly.

Director 1: Explain.

Kennedy: I just so happen to have a business relationship with Mathews. Of course, this relationship is stronger on his end than my own. I am positive that upon discussing this matter with him, things could be put to an end quickly. Of course, my father would hear none of it when I brought this to his attention..

Director 3: Kirk Kennedy knew of your “friendship” with Mathews? I don’t understand.

Kennedy: Neither do I. I only wished to help. What can I say though with my father having 50% control of this company. Even this esteemed board of directors could only suggest a change to him and nothing more due to his majority share in the EUW.

There is a silence in the room now as the board of directors glare at one another. Finally, a smaller man begins to speak.

Director 4: Well, there is a way. It is highly unorthodox though.

With a look of compassion, Chad Kennedy folds his arms and leans against the wall casually.

Kennedy: Please, I am all ears. My only aim is to the good of this company, you know that.

Director 4: Well, if we were to empower you with our share in this company, that would also have you at 50% ownership. Of course, a great deal of trust would have to be formed for that to happen.

Kennedy: Of course.

Director 1: Keep in mind that should we give that power to Chad, he could release us all?! I don’t feel that this is a viable choice. Perhaps we should speak to Kirk Kennedy and see what his thoughts are?

The men around the table argue loudly as Chad smiles off to the side. Finally, after a few brief moments, one turns to Kennedy and speaks.

Director 7: Please, Chad. This decision needs to be thought out carefully. If you wouldn’t mind waiting outside, it would allow us to discuss matters privately.

Kennedy: Not a problem at all.

Chad Kennedy then steps out the door, shutting it behind him. Removing a black Droid Cell phone from his pocket, he begins to dial numbers before speaking.

Kennedy: Hello?.. Yes. Start the show, I will be arriving soon. Everything is almost as we planned..

Fireworks explode from the stage area in a erratic fashion as a packed house of fans wave their arms and scream in acceptance. The camera feed pans towards the ringside area where Rock Gibson and Xplode sit with headsets upon their heads. A large banner is hung from their table that reads “Blood Red Horizons”

Gibson: Hello and welcome to another exciting episode of Sunday Night Vengeance. I am Rock Gibson and this is my counterpart.. The Strategic Assassin.. Xplode.

Xplode: Yeah, I am here. I am hardly your counterpart though. More like.. Superior.

Gibson: Superior? Maybe I could have a cool nickname instead? It would be great to have a moniker handed to me by a 2 time World Champion like yourself!

Xplode: (Laughing) How about “Slap Nuts”? Tonight we have a hell of a show planned for you all. As you know, this is our last show as we go into the holiday season and so we hope to go out with a bang. Tonight, we kick off our Tag Team division with two losers facing two other losers. Doesn’t that get you excited?

Gibson: Let’s not forget the opener of the night as three of the hottest prospects around square off for supremacy!

Xplode: Did you come up with that yourself?

Gibson: Give me a break? Then we have a prequel to the Pure Title match at B.R.H! Jack Bull will square off against Scorpion. This will no doubt give one of those two momentum as they head into one of the biggest nights of their careers!
Xplode: Sure. Lastly we have-

Fireworks suddenly explode from the stage area as “Burrito” by Seether begins to play.

Xplode: What the hell is this?

Stepping out unto the stage area, Titan smirks as the fans literally shake the building with boos. Dressed in a loose fitting T-Shirt and tight jeans, he nods his head as the negativity pours in at him. Behind him, Fallen One and Jace Ambrose find their place at his side.

Gibson: It looks like the show.. Has begun?

Slowly walking down the ramp way, all three men taunt the fans as they enter the ring. Snatching the microphone out of Skye’s hand, Titan watches her as she backs up into a corner.

Gibson: Oh big man! He can scare a woman!

Skye shakes her head as Titan stands in place. Jace Ambrose and Fallen One flip off the crowd and taunt the fans around the arena.

Titan: What’s wrong little lady? Why so scared? You act like you have seen.. A monster?

“BOOOOOOO! YOU SUCK! TITAN SUCKS!”

Titan: Listen to these fans, all bent out of shape just because I am out in this ring. I mean, they assume that I am going to do something horrible to this little slut! Now who is the bad guy around here?

“GO AWAY TITAN! GO AWAY TITAN! GO AWAY TITAN!”

Titan: Oh.. I am not going anywhere. As a mater of fact, you all better get used to my face. You see, at Blood Red Horizons.. It will be my hand being raised as the next.. EUW Champion. All of the Machine’s little proverbs and sayings will finally disappear.. And be a thing of the past. That is not why I came out here though. My news is much better than that.

The crowd continues to shout negatively at the men in the ring, even throwing trash on occasion.

Titan: These two men in front of me.. Are the next EUW Tag Team Champions. Yup, it’s true. I have looked in to their eyes and found nothing but the fucking will to win! That is why I threw my hat in the ring with them! I mean, did you see the way that they handled Warrior last week? Pure fucking poetry..

“GO AWAY TITAN GO AWAY! GO AWAY TITAN GO AWAY!”

Gibson: This crowd has no love for Titan. This place could erupt any minute.

Titan: Anyway, why don’t you idiots here listen to excellence. I am done wasting my time.

Fallen One accepts the microphone as Jace flexes behind him.

F-1: Well.. Well. New EUW but the same fucking scenario. The New Empire is here, and starting tonight, things are going to be different. Those tag team belts should have just been handed to us because let’s be honest.. No one can stop us. We drove that point home last week.. And this week we do it again. I get the chance to beat up on the man who held me back for fucking years!! Do you know how much joy it brought me to watch him run like a bitch? I almost wet my damn pants over it. Tonight, I seal the deal.

F-1 then hands the microphone over to Jace who accepts it happily.

Jace: Imagine this. Just a month ago I was looking for work and now here I am, ready to take on the world. This New Empire has taken me in and given me the opportunity to make shit happen. I refuse to let them down. With that being said-

Warrior: Oh shut up!

The camera feed pans to the stage now as Warrior and Diabolik walk out unto the stage!

Xplode: Oh this is rich. 4 assholes arguing! Now is that good TV or what?!

Warrior: You got lucky last week. I am not used to someone getting the drop on me but that time is over. Tonight, in front of-

Diabolik (interrupting): What my partner here is saying is that he is lucky to have me on his team. With my help, he can shake the rust off as we put down you two chumps..

Warrior glances at Diabolik in a frustrated way before speaking again.

Warrior: Believe me.. There is no rust. I don’t need any help either to put you two idiots away. As a matter of fact-

Diabolik (Interrupting again): AS a matter of fact, you both can expect an ass kicking.. Diabolik style!

Warrior: One hell of an as kicking.. WARRIOR style!

Fallen One and Jace begin to laugh in the ring as Jace begins to speak again.

Jace: It sounds like you two have more issues with each other than us. You better work that out.. Before you step in the ring with the future tag champions.

The crowd continues to boo as the feed cuts to the announcer’s table.

Xplode: Well, that was interesting.

Gibson: Let’s get ready for our first match of the evening.

[primetime]

“Good luck out there, Danny!”

Waving to the fans, Danny Tenfold stretches as he heads in the direction of the ring. His match is about to begin. Reaching the dark entrance area to the arena, he hops in place one more time before his cell phone begins to ring. Shocked that he had left it in his coat pocket, he flips it open..

Tenfold: Hello?

Voice: You made a big mistake by turning down Chad Kennedy..

Tenfold: Who is this? I have a match to tend to so if you don’t mind..

Voice: You will find out just who I am soon enough. My advice to you is to steer clear of the Empire. Any further.. Issues.. Might have your career put to rest before it has even begun..

The line goes dead as Danny stares at it a moment. The crowd begins to cheer loudly as his match is about to begin. With a shrug, he tosses the phone into a nearby garbage.

Tenfold: I make my own path…

[primetime]

EUW camera crews can be seen running throughout the backstage area like chickens with their heads cut off, frantically searching, with little lights to guide them. Apparently, they were on the far side of the arena, what some would have dubbed “The Dark Side” and the lights had been turned off for some reason. The crews continued searching until Jackal emerged from an empty room, dressed to compete. A woman’s voice could be heard from inside and Jackal just simply smirked, holding a chain with part of it wrapped around his arm, draped over his shoulders.

Jackal: Tonight, I am set to square off with my own brother, Roy Viper, and the man known simply as Danny Tenfold. A wise man once said that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. You see, EUW fans, this chain represents tonight’s triple threat match, and Danny Tenfold is the weakest link. Now, you’re probably wondering why I’m declaring Danny the weakest link of this situation.

Jackal paused for a moment before looking back to the chain, breaking a small portion of the chain off from the rest of it, and throwing it at the camera, causing it to get tangled up around the camera man’s arm, which led to him losing his grip on the camera, causing the screen to shake.

Jackal: Danny is the weak link of the chain because, like many of you sheep in the audience and watching at home, you are focused more on The Empire. The group that thinks that, just because they have the boss’s son, who is playing boss while his daddy is dealing with legal bullshit, in their corner, they can do whatever the hell they want.

Jackal popped his neck a couple of times before turning and putting his fist through the door.

Jackal: You see, there’s only one person that can get away with doing whatever the fuck he wants, and you’re looking at him. Reason being is because I look authority in the face and say FUCK YOU! And tonight, I’m starting my journey of a thousand miles with my first step. My first step is you, Danny Tenfold. And if I have to go through my own brother as well, then so fucking be it. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my world, a world of pain and torture. Population? The three of us. Enjoy your stay with the dark carnival.

[primetime]

Triple Threat Match
Pinfall or Submission
Roy Viper vs Jackal vs Danny Tenfold

Gibson: Kicking off the first of tonight's matches is a triple threat, featuring three of the EUW's newest faces. First up is the Jackal, making his debut here tonight!

Skye: Tonight's opening match will be a triple threat contest, scheduled for one fall. First down to the ring, from the second circle of Hell and weighing in at 225lb is... Jackal!

The lights in the arena become different shades of red, as a red fog rises from the floor, and stage as “You Eclipsed By Me” by Atreyu echoes throughout the arena. Suddenly, a small hole appears on the stage and Jackal emerges, as if being raised by a small platform. Jackal looks around, before engaging the fans on his way down the ramp and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, in the corner. Once in the ring, Jackal crouches down in the corner, staring intently across the ring, waiting for the other two.

Xplode: Who's this? Another rookie dragged out of the gutters for his shot at glory? He'll be back on the streets in no time.

Gibson: I think we need to give this guy a chance to wrestle before we make any comments like that!

Skye: Second into the ring tonight, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing 247lb and accompanied by Sara Alexandria... Roy "The Cobra" Viper!

Sara walks down to the ring holding a small rubber mallet. As she enters the ring she waves her right hand to the curtain as “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, ignoring the fans. 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.

Gibson: I don't like the look of that mallet! I sure hope that Roy isn't planning on using it tonight!

Xplode: You ask some pretty stupid questions! Why would he bring it to ringside if he wasn't going to use it? Besides, this kid needs all the help he can get to win!

Skye: And finally, weighing 225lb and hailing from Longview, Washington... Danny Tenfold!

"Sidstyler" by Machine 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: Tenfold picked up an impressive win over 415 last time and will be looking to keep the wins coming tonight!

Xplode: He's just a kid that got lucky against a down and out on his debut. It doesn't mean a thing! And after turning down Chad Kennedy's offer, he's got more to worry about than just surviving tonight.

The referee calls for the bell as the match gets under way, Danny in one corner, Jackal in the corner on his left and Roy in the corner to the right. All three men are sizing each other up, although Jackal and Roy seem to be more concerned about each other than Danny.

Gibson: I hear that Jackal and Roy Viper have some history from outside the EUW, I'm sure we'll see that in force tonight.

Xplode: History, schmistory! There's a match going right now and when you're in that ring, the only thing that matters is you and your opponents. You'd know that if you ever set foot in there!

The match starts slowly, all three men taking edging around the ring, watching each other, waiting for one another to leave an opening to attack. Sara shouts something at Jackal and he ignores it, keeping his sights on Roy. Tenfold charges in on Jackal with a clothesline, which Jackal ducks, before punishing him with a sharp kick to the ribs Jackal then grabs Danny and whips him towards Roy. Roy nods and raises Danny high for a back body drop out of the ring to the outside.

Gibson: That's gonna leave a bruise in the morning!

Roy and Jackal then nod at each other as if to say that the real match begins now. Jackal advances towards Roy and moves as if to grab him, Roy slips out of it by stepping backwards, only for Jackal to swing a kick. Roy catches the boot and hits a dragon screw, before locking in a Texas Cloverleaf. Jackal struggles against it, crawling his way to the ropes. The referee tells Roy to let it go and, after a little longer, the Cobra does. Roy than drags Jackal back to the center of the ring, lifting him to his feet, trying for a suplex, but Jackal refuses to be lifted, countering with a snap suplex of his own. Jackal then pulls Roy up, kicking him in the gut and hitting another suplex, before grabbing Roy's legs and locking in a Texas Cloverleaf of his own in the center of the ring.

Gibson: Turnabout is fair play and Viper's getting a taste of it right now!

Xplode: Honestly, where do you come up with that crap?

As the referee moves around, asking Roy if he wants to submit, Danny has gotten to his feet, climbed into the apron and hits a missile dropkick from the top rope on Jackal, breaking the hold. Tenfold is first to his feet, grabbing Jackal and whipping him to the ropes, hitting another dropkick on the return. Roy gets up, grabbing Tenfold from behind for a German Suplex. The three men are laid out in the ring, all struggling to their feet at the same time. Danny tries for a superkick on Roy, who dodges it, only to be caught by a superkick from Jackal. Tenfold then lunges at Jackal, grounding him with a tackle and laying into him with some furious fists, the crowd cheering wildly as he does.

Gibson: You can see who the crowd wants to win tonight!

Xplode: Who cares what the crowd want? They're just a bunch of ignorant hicks!

Tenfold lays into Jackal with a series of punches before getting off of him and hitting a legdrop. Tenfold pulls him up and whips him to the corner only to have it reversed and wind up in the corner himself. Jackal then charges in with a big boot, almost taking Tenfold's head off in the process, as he slumps to a sitting position against the corner. The crowd begin chanting for their favorite though, willing Tenfold into action. As Jackal steps back, sizing him up for a knee to the face he is caught from behind by Roy Viper, who firmly locks his arms around Jackal's waist hitting a German suplex, keeping things tight and rolling into a second and then finally into a third suplex, laying Jackal out. Roy then grabs Jackal's arm, locking in an Anaconda Vice, yelling at him to submit. Struggling against the hold, Jackal reaches up to rake Viper's eyes, but Roy keeps the hold in tight, refusing to let go. Jackal writhes, but refuses to tap, unable to escape the tight hold that Viper has applied.

Gibson: Jackal is showing exceptional resilience by refusing to tap out!

Xplode: Zzz... Zzz...

Gibson: Xplode...? Wake up, Xplode!

Xplode: Nng... This constant submission snoozefest is boring me to sleep. Wake me up when the match is over...

Jackal's face shows the pain that he's in, struggling to give up. He rakes Viper's face again, but his efforts are ignored and Roy continues locking in the Vice, tight and unmoving. Tenfold is back to his feet and sees what's going on, stomping on Roy to break the hold up, before pulling him to his feet and hitting few punches, whipping him to the ropes and nailing a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Tenfold then points to the turnbuckle, drawing cheers from the crowd as he climbs up, ready to hit the Killswitch Tengage!

Gibson: This could be it right here!

As Danny prepares to jump, Sara hops up onto the apron, waving the mallet around and shouting at him. Distracted momentarily, Tenfold takes his eyes off of the match and Roy jumps up to his feet and sprints into the corner quickly, punching Danny in the crotch, before hitting a second-rope superplex on him. Jackal charges at Roy, who ducks his attack as he lays out the referee with a lariat instead.

Gibson: Oh no! The referee is down!

Xplode: Alright, now things can get interesting!

Sara hops onto the apron, handing the mallet to Roy as Jackal charges in, hitting a lariat on Roy, knocking him into Sara, sending her crashing to the mat outside. As Roy turns around, visibly enraged, he swings the mallet wildly at Jackal, missing each time as Jackal steps backwards. Tenfold is back to his feet now and hits Roy in the small of the back with a sharp kick, causing him to drop the mallet as Danny then locks in a full Nelson. Jackal smiles sickly, picking up the mallet and driving it firmly into Roy's ribs as Tenfold steps back, letting go. As Roy doubles over in pain, Jackal strikes him in the face with the mallet, drawing blood as Roy collapses to the floor.

Gibson: This could be really bad! The Cobra's bleeding heavily!

Xplode: Bad? This is fantastic! This is what people came to see!

Jackal then swings at Tenfold who ducks, rolling backwards away from Jackal. Jackal charges at Tenfold, looking to drive the mallet into his ribs, but Tenfold sidesteps out of the way and hits a superkick, flooring him. He signals to the crowd again and heads up top, connecting with the Killswich Tengage on Jackal, hooking the leg for the pin.

Gibson: The referee is still down! There's no-one to count the pin!

After holding the pin for more than the required three seconds, Tenfold gets up and heads to the referee. Exasperated, he pulls the referee up to his feet, turning around to pin Jackal again.

One...

Two...

Thr-Jackal kicks out!

Frustrated, Tenfold pulls Jackal to his feet as Roy remains lifeless on the floor of the ring. Tenfold then hits a dragon suplex, bridging for a pin again.

One...Two...

Jackal kicks out again!

Gibson: Jackal is showing his tenacity tonight!

Frustrated now, Danny Tenfold rises to his feet one more time. Jackal on the other hand remains on the mat breathing heavily. Across the way, Roy turns over.. coming back to life. The camera pans to ringside now as the ring apron begins to stir..

Gibson: What's that? Something is moving under the apron!

The fans cheer loudly as Eddie Laurel springs forth from under the apron! Grabbing Roy Viper by the wrists, he holds on tightly, not letting Roy rises to his feet! In the ring, the ref is focused on the action as Tenfold ascends the top turnbuckle yet again! Not wasting time, he launches into the air with a clumsy looking Killswitch Tengage, landing awkwardly on to Jackal! He hooks the leg, his face completely exhausted looking..

1...
2.....

Roy struggles to break free from Laurel's grip, eventually driving his forehead into the face of Laurel! Quickly, he displays his supreme agility as he hops to his feet.. but it is too late.

Three!!

Skye: Your winner.. Danny Tenfold!!

Gibson: What a match between these three young stars! My question is.. what did Laurel have to do with it? Why did he interfere here?

Xplode: Why not?

The feed shows Roy Viper infuriated in the ring as his opponents clear the ring. Pointing at Laurel, he shouts curses at him as Eddie Laurel backs up the rampway.. smirking.

[primetime]

The feed cuts backstage to the locker room of Warrior and Kendra, who are each getting ready for their upcoming match. Kendra is seated in a small folding chair, appearing to have been made just for her. She bends down, lacing up her sneakers before speaking to Warrior.

Kendra: So what are we going to do about Chad Kennedy? He sicked his so-called 'New Empire' after you last week. A statement has to be made.

Warrior slips on one of his wrestling boots, slowly beginning to lace it up as he speaks.

Warrior: Oh don't worry, a statement will be made. Of that I am certain. My only worry is Diabolik. I need to know if I can trust him.

Just as Warrior says this, there is a knock at the door. After a simple "Come in." the door opens. In steps the man they were just talking about, Diabolik. He is already wearing his ring gear, ready for the match early. Kendra glances over and speaks.

Kendra: I requested he come by before the match Daddy. So we can make things clear.

Warrior finishes lacing up his boot and stands up, face to face with Diabolik as the two engage in a temporary stare down.

Diabolik: Look, I'm not going to sit by and watch Chad Kennedy run rampant here, having his lackeys ambush people. Tonight I'll have your back, so long as you'll have mine. They want to fight, but tonight it's time for wrestling. I say we make our statement in that ring between the bells.

Warrior and Kendra each gave a slightly maniacal laugh. One that unnerved even Diabolik, a man who couldn't exactly be described as the most sane member of EUW. In the past or the present.

Warrior: You're right about a few things. Chad Kennedy isn't going to just do what he wants. And a statement will be made tonight. Tonight we team up, an odd pairing if I do say so myself. I ask only one thing of you. Don't get in my way.

Diabolik and Warrior continue to stare each other down for a moment after this threateningly simple sentiment. Diabolik turns and exits. Warrior grins and sits back down, slipping on his other boot and beginning to lace it up.

Kendra: Do you think he'll do what has to be done?

Warrior stopped mid-lace and stared Kendra right in the eye before speaking.

Warrior: Like you said, it doesn't really matter at this point. We can't change that.

[primetime]

A limousine pulls into the arena parking lot. Rushing out to open the door, an EUW official steps aside as Chad Kennedy steps into view. He adjusts his coat with a sharp tug before nodding at the official with a look of smug satisfaction. The car door is shut behind him as he heads into the backstage area, just in time to be greeted by a very.. frustrated Roy Viper. From underneath a large hood, Viper stares forward intensely.

Viper: Just the man I wanted to see..

Kennedy: Oh?

Viper: What the hell was up with Eddie Laurel interfering in my match?! I know it had something to do with you..

Smiling, Kennedy sighs.

Kennedy: I assure you, I had nothing to do with the situation.

Viper: Well, as far as I am-

Kennedy points a finger in Viper’s direction now, interrupting him.

Kennedy: I am not done. You know, one can’t help but notice that since you arrived on the scene, you seem to be flailing away like a fish out of water. You have no direction, no goals, and no friends to speak of. That puts you in a very dangerous place with the way things have been around the locker room. Maybe we should head to my office and figure things out for you? I am always here to help out my employees when needed. Perhaps between the two of us, we can set you on the track to victory? I am not at all as bad as rumors would lead you to believe..

Roy Viper slouches a bit now, calming down instantly. With a nod, he walks alongside Chad Kennedy as the two head towards the main office. Opening the door for his guest, Chad ushers Viper into the room before turning to his security.

Kennedy: No one is to come in until I am done with Viper. Understood?

Security: Perfectly..

[primetime]

Tag Match
(EUW Tag Championship Qualifier)
Pinfall or Submission
Fallen One and Amazing Jace Ambrose vs Warrior and Diabolik

Gibson: Now we get to an interesting match up. We have Warrior, teaming up with Diabolik to face The New Empire, Fallen One and Jace Ambrose. It’s interesting to think that Warrior and Diabolik, while being in a position to work as a team, has seemingly not been on the same page as of late.

Xplode: Well, it’s simple, really. Warrior can be a douche bag. Douche bag’s are not fun to play with. There you go.

Gibson: Your skill while giving out in depth analysis of people amazes me.

Xplode: You should see how big my penis is then…

The feed cuts to the ring where Skye is seen accepting a microphone as it is lowered from the roof.

Skye: The next match is scheduled for one fall. The winner will move on to Blood Red Horizons and compete for the EUW Tag Team Championships. Coming to the ring first, 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 partner..

Xplode: If you can call him that. Make no mistake about it, Warrior is out for one person.. Himself. I was the same way so I can spot that wonderful quality in a person.

Skye: Coming to the ring with his daughter, Kendra… 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.

Skye: And their opponents. The New Empire! First out of the gate… “Amazing” Jace Ambrose!

Red and Purple lights flash across the arena as the music starts. Jace walks out a few seconds later after the song has got going and pauses at the top of the ramp, flexing for the crowd. He pumps up his right bicep and kisses it before throwing his arms down and walking towards the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. He then slides into the ring under the bottom rope and stands up, posing once again, before taking off his headband and hurling it into the crowd and moving to his corner.

Gibson: Here is Jace in the first match of his career. It’s odd, he could actually become the quickest person in EUW history to win a strap!

Xplode: Yeah, it helps when you are sucking off the owner of the company…

Gibson: X! Careful what you say!

Xplode: The truth hurts, Rock.. Doesn’t it?

Skye: And his partner, Fallen One!!

The lights go off and a red spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. "Alive and Kicking" by Nonpoint begins to play and Fallen One walks out onto the entrance stage with his gladiator body armor on. He raises his arms and looks up at the ceiling and lets out a roar as if screaming to the gods, as he does so fire explodes from both sides of the entrance ramp and he proceeds down towards the ring. As he walks to the brink of the ring, he leaps up onto the apron and then hops over the ropes into the ring where he walks around the ring with his arms raised until his song fades out and he waits for his opponent.

All 4 men gather in the ring, discussing the game plan with one another. Diabolik insists on being the first one to start things off while Jace Ambrose is chosen for his respective team. As the bell is rung, Diabolik and Ambrose begin to circle the ring until they lock up! Diabolik slides into a headlock position early, only for Ambrose to slide out and turn it into a arm wrench. Diabolik, after patting his shoulder, twists around and applies a arm wrench of his own now to Ambrose. Pulling up hard, Diabolik applies the pain.

With an elbow to the face, Ambrose begins to power out of the hold. He nails another one.. And then another.. As Diabolik releases his grip! Jace then sprints to the ropes for a self induced Irish Whip when Warrior reaches across and grabs him by the neck, driving Ambrose to the floor with a modified neck breaker! Warrior then raises his hands and returns to his corner.

Gibson: Great twist by Warrior there. He was able to reach over the ropes and grab Ambrose by the neck. Rookie mistake there..

Xplode: Yeah.. Even assholes have their day.

Ambrose slowly gets up into a seated position as Diabolik begins to stomp him heavily. Warrior then reaches over the rope and slaps Diabolik on the shoulder, tagging himself in! Diabolik looks confused as Warrior enters the ring.

Picking Ambrose up, Warrior Irish Whips Ambrose across the ring and upon the return, hooks Ambrose in to the Colorado Suplex! Ambrose is sent head over heals as he rolls unto the mat. At ringside, Kendra is seen smiling and clapping her hands as her father has taken control of the match. Walking over to Ambrose,, Warrior helps the man to his feet, only to receive a jab in the gut in response! Ambrose begins to fight back but finds himself on the defense once more as Warrior scoops him up and drops him hard with a powerful body slam! He then raises an arm and drops his elbow hard into the midsection of Ambrose!

Warrior hooks the leg and covers for the pin.. But Diabolik reaches over the top rope and tags himself in! Warrior stands up immediately, shouting at Diabolik! Both men argue until Diabolik shoves Warrior hard! Warrior then shoves Diabolik back! Behind them, Jace slowly crawls to his corner until Warrior points it out to Diabolik. Diabolik then walks over to Ambrose only to receive a kick in the gut! Ambrose then rolls to his feet!

Gibson: It looks like the rookie.. Just joined the fight!

Unleashing hard punches to the face of Diabolik, Ambrose then scoops up Diabolik and performs the stalling suplex! Diabolik hit’s the mat hard! Ambrose rolls over, bringing Diabolik up with him. Grabbing the head, he brings Diabolik in with the “Amazing” Impact DDT! Not before Saluting the crowd of course! Warrior is seen going livid at ringside while Ambrose sits up.. Playing to the crowd heavily with arms spread out. The fans boo loudly.

Xplode: This is rich. 4 jackasses in the ring and the crowd has to choose who to boo louder for. Gotta’ love live TV!

Grabbing a handful of hair, Ambrose drags Diabolik across the ring, slamming his face into the raised boot of Fallen One! Then, with a sharp tag, Fallen One becomes the legal man. F-1 walks across the length of the ring to stare Warrior in the face. He has a smug look to him, before laughing hard. Warrior says nothing in return.

Diabolik slowly rises to his feet as F-1 approaches him. F-1 drops a hard forearm unto the back of Diabolik.. And then another.. Each time shaking the very mat below him! Diabolik is reeling as he is easily hoisted into the air like a rag doll.. Only to be sprinted across the ring and planted hard with a shoulder slam! Jace Ambrose is seen pointing at the fans and laughing.

Picking up Diabolik, F-1 hoists him into the air once more, driving him into the mat even harder with the Shadow Driver! He then covers for the pin..

1..
2.…
Warrior runs into the ring and breaks up the pin!

Gibson: Close one there! Had Warrior been just a second later..

F-1 blasts up to a standing position, glaring at Warrior eye to eye! Both men lean into one another before punches are exchanged! It has become an all out brawl as F-1 and Warrior literally bring the roof down with a powerful display of strikes! Looking to change the pace of things, F-1 attempts to grab Warrior but Warrior ducks out of the way, opting to use the Irish Whip! F-1 is seen running back as Warrior nails him with the Rage! (Gore). Rolling unto the mat hard, F-1 grips his ribs in pain as Warrior steps back, gloating at his actions.

Out of no where, Jace Ambrose grabs Warrior before he can react. Spinning him around, he drives Warrior into the mat hard with the J-Bomb! Ambrose then rolls out of the ring leaving the three others on the mat! The crowd is really getting pumped up from the efforts in the ring as Jace slaps the turnbuckle hard, doing everything he can to help his partner get up.

Stumbling to his feet now, F-1 holds his ribs as Diabolik meets him in the center of the ring! He kicks Ambrose in the same injured gut area before bringing him in for the DDT! F-1 suddenly comes to life though, shoving Diabolik away hard and driving him into the mat with a very stiff clothesline!

Xplode: Damn.. Took his head off with that move!

With one raises arm, he signals for the end as he easily picks up Diabolik and hoists him up into the air for the Jagged Edge! (Batista Bomb) Warrior stumbles to his feet, still feeling the effects of Jace’s finisher only to be met with a hard clothesline from Ambrose that sends both men over the top rope! Diabolik is planted hard into the mat as F-1 covers for the pin..

1...
2.….
Three!

Gibson: What a display of skill from both Ambrose and F-1 tonight. They truly look like the team to beat here!

Skye: Your winners.. Jace Ambrose and Fallen One!

Fallen One slowly gets to his feet, satisfied with the results. Both Ambrose and Diabolik back up the ramp way as Warrior slides into the ring.. Heated. Diabolik is seen rising to his feet, still out of it. Getting in Diabolik’s face, Warrior begins shouting at him, slapping him on the back of the head a few times.

Xplode: And down comes the house..

Diabolik, now frustrated, stands up and shoves Warrior who looks around the arena after. Finally, having enough of things, Warrior uses the Rage as he spears Diabolik into the mat HARD! Diabolik is now seen rolling on the mat as Warrior looks down upon him… before exiting the ring. With his daughter in tow, Warrior then stomps up the ramp way, shouting at the fans in frustration..

Gibson: War has just broke out.. And I can’t wait to see what happens next! Well folks, F-1 and Ambrose will move on to the PPV to fight over the tag team titles. Who will their opponents be?

Xplode: Who gives a shit? Let's go to a commercial so I can blow my nose..

[primetime]

The feed cuts to the back locker room where Chris Sabora is seen wrapping heavy white tape around his wrists. He glances down at his wrists, completely focused on the task at hand as he continues to prepare for his match. The crowd begins to cheer loudly as Chuck Johnson enters the scene now. Chuck is wearing blue jeans and a black shirt that reads “Jack Bull for President.”

CJ: Hey Champ, all set for your match?

Sabora stands up erect suddenly without warning, turning to look Johnson eye to eye. Stepping back defensively, Johnson raises his hands to calm the situation down immediately.

CJ: Relax, Machine. I didn’t come here to piss you off at all. Hell, man.. If anything I came to wish you luck! So.. Good luck!

Johnson holds out a open hand as Sabora stares down at it for a moment. Sabora then turns and finds a seat, returning to applying the tape upon his wrist. Johnson slowly lowers his extended hand, stepping to the side to speak yet again.

CJ: You know.. There was one other thing. Make no mistake about it. I am a fan of yours but that don’t mean I won’t be going out there tonight to kick the shit out of you. For too long, people like me have had to watch as the spotlight has rested upon you. You’re a damn good fighter.. But tonight I will be better.

Sabora: Good.

Johnson waits for Sabora to say more.. But he doesn’t.

CJ: Okay… then we see eye to eye on things then. I will just show myself out..

Johnson begins to leave the room when Sabora suddenly begins to speak.

Sabora: Do not think for a minute that there is no respect from me to you. Courage, when found inside the smallest of men is still courage in any form. Just be careful when using this courage too often, you may find it turn out to be.. Stupidity.

CJ: With all due respect, Champ. Stupidity was tossing one of my friends through a bar window a couple days ago. Thanks to the insurance.. They were able to afford a whole new remodeling. Anyway, see you out at the ring. Practice your ninja shit while you are at it. You are going to need it.

Chuck Johnson then leaves the room, leaving Sabora staring at the wall before him.

Sabora: And so it begins..

[primetime]

Backstage, Warrior is fuming about the results of his match. Kendra seems just as angered, though she is remaining a little more under control. The door to his locker room slams open as Diabolik steps in and begins to talk to him.

Diabolik: What the hell was that?

Warrior looks shocked that he could even try to talk like that following what has just happened.

Warrior: That? That was me making a statement. I can't help it if my partners keep dropping the ball. I have to find some way to make everyone notice me.

Diabolik: Chad Kennedy needs to be brought down, and we need to work togethe-

Before he can get another word in, Warrior holds his hand up and cuts him off from finishing that thought. Warrior stops for a moment, taking a few angry and deep breaths.

Warrior: We? No. I am taking Chad Kennedy down. You got in my way tonight, the only thing I told you not to do. You could've cost me the match and simply allowed me to make my point out there and this right here wouldn't be happening. Maybe we would've worked together. Not anymore. Chad Kennedy is mine to go after, and you are not going to stand in my way anymore.

Diabolik: What are you thinking?! You can't do this by yourself. Chad Kennedy has to brought down without cheap shots and ambushes.

Warrior: No, you see there's where you're wrong. You leave Chad Kennedy alone. This is two times in a row I've found myself embarrassed out in that ring as a result of either you or him or both. Last time, I had to be rescued. This time, you cost me another loss and push me.

Diabolik: I'm not going to stand by and watch Chad Kennedy continue what he's doing. And I'm not going to stand by and allow you to fail, only for him to continue on with his 'New Empire'.

Warrior: Then we have ourselves at an impasse. If you insist you'll go after Chad, then you are insisting you'll get in my way. Two times he's embarrassed me. No one gets to go after him but me. Especially not you after what you've done. The only way these things ever seem to get truly settled is in that ring. I say you and I finish this little debate at Blood Red Horizons. The loser will step aside and allow the winner to go after Chad Kennedy however they want. The winner can do what they want, take as long as they want, decide not to do anything. If you win, you can even request me to help you against Chad.

Diabolik: How can I trust that you'll follow through on this?

Warrior is about to reply, but before Kendra steps up before he can. She stands in between Diabolik and Warrior, looking up to Diabolik before speaking.

Kendra: Daddy may be willing to take any opportunity he finds, but he's no liar. His word will be kept. Now get out of our locker room before I make you.

Diabolik is thrown off by this, but glances up at Warrior who looks just as serious about his departure. With these final words, Diabolik exits. Blood Red Horizons is just around the corner. Perhaps things will finally be settled then.

[primetime]

Singles Match
Pinfall or Submission
Brett Cross vs 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. He walks forward, ignoring the jeers of the fans as he walks down the ramp, flipping the bird at the fans and keeping his hand there as he walks down the ramp.

Skye: Making his way to the ring, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds..FOUR! ONE! FIIIIIVE!!!

The crowd continue to jeer as 415 slides into the ring, climbing onto a nearby turnbuckle, his arrogant grin turning into a laugh as he scans the fans. The jeers grow louder, and a small "You Suck!" chant rises up from the rafters. 415 flips the bird once more to the fans before jumping down onto the mat, walking across the ring and into his corner. The jeers grow ever louder, but quickly turn into cheers as "The Chariot" by Firewind fills the arena! Cross wastes no time in walking onto the stage, emerging from a waterfall of flowing golden sparks. Cross storms down the ramp, his eyes staring daggers at 415.

Skye: His opponent,weighing in at three hundred and thirty six pounds..THE GOD OF MIDGAARD! BRETT! CROOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

The crowd continue cheering wildly as Cross walks around the ring, jogging up the steps and walking across the apron, climbing into the ring quickly. Cross walks into the middle of the ring, turning around so he can keep his eyes focused on 415, spreading his arms into the shape of a cross. He walks backwards, not taking his eyes away from 415 as he slips off the model of Mjolnir from around his neck, kissing it and slipping it around the turnbuckle, pulling off his furred trench coat and tossing it over the ropes to his side, cricking his neck from side to side. 415s smile loosens a little, but he keeps giving a determined look at Cross.

Xplode: 415 is going to be eaten here. No doubt about it.

Gibson: I wouldn't put an upset past him, Xplode! 415 has gotten to the main event of Prestige!

Xplode: And now he's facing a man who's eaten bigger dinners than his opponent! 415 ain't going to do shit in this match.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings. 415 keeps a determined look on his face, licking his lips as he treads carefully around his corner, not taking his eyes off Cross who appears to be stuck in a hazed trance. Seeing this, 415 quickly darts out of the ring, jumping up and hoping to catch Cross off-guard with a quick Crossbody. Cross, however, automatically grasps his arms around 415, locking him tightly to his body. Cross violently lifts 415 up into the air, twisting his legs slightly to push 415 into a vertical position before slamming him down so violently into the mat with a Spinebuster that the ropes shake violently, along with 415s legs.

Xplode: DAMN! 415 just got knocked the fuck out!

Gibson: It's not looking good for 415 in the early stages of this match!

Cross walks a few feet over to 415s fallen form, dropping a quick elbow to 415s chest. Before he can even twitch from the impact, Cross gets to his feet once more and delivers another one in quick succession. 415 lifts his head slightly, only for Cross to get to his feet a third time, jumping up and hitting an even more vicious elbow into 415s chest. 415 rolls across the mat, wrapping his arms around his chest and choking violently, getting onto all fours as he gasps for air. Seeing 415s visible head, Cross thunders forward, rebounding off the ropes opposite and darting at 415, smashing his knee off his head. 415s head snaps to the side and he collapses onto his side, flopping onto his back lifelessly. Cross simply stands over 415, an evil look crossing over his face.

Xplode: Like I said: Cross is going to eat him.

Gibson: I dunno, Xplode..Cross is taking too long here.

Xplode: He knows that 415 has the power of a toothpick! He's just enjoying himself!

Cross leans down, grasping the mask of 415 and hauling him violently to his feet. 415 stumbles backwards slightly, but Cross grasps the sides of his mask, pulling him between his legs before swinging him up, hoping for a Powerbomb. 415, however, quickly shakes his head, bringing down several desperate forearms into the forehead of Cross.

Gibson: And here comes 415! Fighting back!

Cross stumbles backwards slightly, shaking as 415 delivers repeated forearms. Quickly, 415 jolts back, hitting a Hurracanrana which sends the giant Cross forward, splaying him across the second rope with his arms over it! Cross hangs on the ropes, shaking his head in surprise, but before he can get up, 415 rushes over, starting to deliver vicious, stinging kicks which echo throughout the arena. Cross can barely pull himself from the ropes as 415, focused and determined to put the Norse Hammer down, keeps kicking violently at Cross's exposed abdomen. 415 stomps his foot down before swinging forward, smashing another violent kick against the abdomen of Cross who is sent backwards onto his back! The crowd jeers loudly, not wanting 415 to get the upper hand.

Xplode: Can't blame 'em. I want to see Cross beat the shit out of 415, who does he think he is, standing in his way in the Locker Room? Smaller dudes never stand in the way of bigger dudes!

Gibson: So you want Cross to dismantle 415?

Xplode: What? I just want Cross to beat some respect into the pipsqueak! GET UP CROSS!

Cross rolls onto his stomach, trying to push himself to his feet, but 415 runs forward, delivering a quick dropkick to the side of Cross which sends him rolling onto his back once more. 415 quickly hops to his feet, rushing over to the nearby top-left turnbuckle and hopping to the second rope, jumping to the top rope and backflipping swiftly, nailing Cross across his massive chest perfectly with a swift Moonsault! 415 quickly goes for the cover.

1....
2..KICK OUT!

Xplode: Nope. Try again, rookie.

Cross brings a massive shoulder up and 415 quickly gets to his feet, starting to stomp violently on the chest of Cross. After a few stomps, 415 steps back, hitting a swift Leg Drop onto the chest and neck of Cross, rolling backwards. Cross remains oddly still as 415 stomps his chest some more and, seeing this, 415 quickly moves to the head of Cross, lifting it up and locking him in a Dragon Sleeper. The sight of the relatively small 415 pulling the head of Cross under his arm causes a few fans to laugh, but they quickly whince as Cross snaps a fist back, smashing it into the face of 415. 415 stumbles back against the ropes and Cross gets to his feet, turning around. 415 rushes forward, leaping up swiftly and locking his legs around his neck, but as 415 swings downwards, Cross stomps his feet and tenses his legs, keeping 415 hanging, his eyes widened in shock. A rolling cheer goes through the crowd, getting louder the more Cross raises 415 up. Eventually, Cross simply swings the body of 415 up before throwing him down with a huge Powerbomb, causing the crowd to explode in a giant cheer! 415s back arches in pain as he hits the mat and Cross mounts his small form, starting to rain down several fists into the head and temple of 415.

Gibson: After that comeback, 415 is back on the mat!

Xplode: Yeah, well, so much for THAT plan.

415 weathers the blows, holding his arms to his head in a desperate attempt to shield the blows, but this simply makes Cross stand up, hitting a thunderous stomp into the stomach of 415 and grasping his mask, pulling him violently to his feet and throwing him across the ring with a swift Irish Whip. 415 bounces weakly off the opposite set of ropes and Cross rushes forward, grasping 415 and lifting him high into the air before slamming him into the mat with a Powerslam. He goes for the pin..

1..
2..

Cross quickly lifts the arm of 415.

Xplode: HAHA! Now we get to see Cross destroy him! This is what Extreme United Wrestling is all about!

Cross gets to his feet once more, sensing a wounded 415 and drags him to his feet, delivering a thunderous fist into his gut.

Gibson: Those hammer-like fists must be putting 415 down soon. It is not looking good for him out there.

Xplode: It might be looking good for him, depends if he likes looking at the lights in the rafters.

415 doubles over, eyes widened as he chokes violently. Cross steps to the side slightly, wrapping his thick arms around the gut of 415 and lifting him high into the air, spinning him with ease and slamming him down to the mat with a Gutwrench Powerbomb. As he does, Cross jolts back, grasping 415s legs and lifting him up into the air, throwing him like a ragdoll before pulling down violently, slamming his back into the mat. 415 shakes in pain, rolling on the mat. Cross walks over to the side of 415, placing a right foot on the stomach of 415

1..
2..

Cross simply stands up, pushing down all his weight onto 415s stomach. 415 screams in intense pain as Cross walks over his stomach and onto the mat once more, a small smirk crossing his face.

Xplode: Someone serve up my 415 pancake!

Gibson: Unorthadox, but that is effective! Can't argue with it!

He turns around, leaning down to pull 415 up, but 415 quickly delivers a swift elbow into the right eye of Cross! Cross tumbles back, clutching his eye and growling ferally in pain as 415 rolls to the side and jumps to his feet, using the momentum to rebound off the ropes and jump forward, grasping the head of Cross and spinning, pulling with all his strength and spiking the head of Cross into the mat with a Spinning DDT!

Xplode: WHAT?! Where the hell did that come from?!

415 quickly jumps forward, pinning the shoulders of Cross to the mat

1...
2....
KICK OUT!

Xplode: That's more like it.

Gibson: Oh dear, 415 is getting frustrated now! He has got to keep his head in the game if he wants to put down the self-proclaimed "God of Midgaard"!

415 slaps the mat repeatedly in frustration, storming to his feet and getting into the face of the referee, pushing three fingers into his face as if to signal a slow count. The referee argues with 415, telling him to keep wrestling instead of arguing. 415 angrily spits onto the mat at the referees feet, turning around...

Unaware, 415 keeps on arguing as Brett Cross rises to his feet. Cross watches 415 in an amused manner as 415 turns around and finds himself looking into the chest of Brett Cross. The fans scream as Cross grips him around the neck, lifting him high into the air. He then plants 415 hard into the mat with a chokeslam! With one arm raised, Cross signals for the end now as he backs up to get distance from 415.

Struggling to his feet, 415 holds his neck as he is taken in by Cross! Lifting him easily, Cross nails The Chariot and covers easily for the pin..

1..
2....
415 places a foot on the bottom rope!
Three!!!

Gibson: WHAT?! 415 broke up the pin.. that wasn't a three count!

The crowd boos heavily as Cross rises up from 415.

Skye: Your winner.. Brett Cross!

Xplode: It's good to see that the EUW employs professional referees. Their skill always amazes me.

Cross raises both hands in victory as the feed fades out. Leaning back, he yells a war cray like never before.. before exiting the ring.

[primetime]

The scene cuts to Sarah Thompson standing outside of the EUW Locker Room. She nods at the cameraman, turning to the door and rapping on it. A loud grunt is heard from inside, which Thompson takes as an invitation. She timidly opens the door, trotting in on her high heels. To her right sit Mister Luck and "Big" Dave Markinson. Mister Luck is busy tying up the laces on his boots, his tie hanging from his neck loosely as he does. Dave, however, is fully ready: His black suit pressed and his hands clasped over his lap. He stares blankly ahead, not making any effort to greet Sarah Thompson, who turns to the camera, clearing her throat.

Thompson: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here with Mister Luck...

Luck doesn't bother looking up from tying the laces on his boots, giving a small grunt of acknowledgment instead. Thompson clears her throat, unsure whether or not Luck is going to participate. After a few seconds of blank silence, Zack Cornell appears from the right hand side behind Luck and Dave, wearing a sky-blue suit with matching pants, a white dress shirt and a black silk tie. On his face are a pair of Police sunglasses, and in his left hand is a clipboard. He places his right hand on Thompson s shoulder.

Cornell: I am the manager of these men. You shall speak to me, and only me.

The fans give a noise of indifference as Zack lightly pushes Thompson forward. She quickly walks forwards with the cameraman, out of the door and into the hallway. Zack stands beside her, hands clasped over his lap, clutching the clipboard tightly. Thompson raises the microphone hesitantly.

Thompson: Zack Corn--

Cornell: MISTER..MISTER Cornell.

Thompson: ..Mister Cornell, news has been circulating of the creation of a group called the Las Vegas Commission, which consists solely of you, "Big" Dave and Mister Luck. Are these rumours true?

Cornell: The Las Vegas Commission does exist as of tonight.

Thompson: If a group has been created, what is its significance? Is there any reason for its creation? Is it just a Tag Team? Or something bi--

Cornell: Please, stop with the stream of questions. I have confirmed that the Las Vegas Connection exists right now as an entity, but its purpose and reason for creation are questions which can only be answered when everything falls into place. As of now, we are simply a Tag Team hoping to dominate the division and claim the gold.

Thompson clears her throat, her face displaying a mix of exacerbation and hesitation.

Thompson: Are Dave and Luck ready for their match with Valdez and Puzzo?

Cornell: Both men are ready. They have trained together as a team, and have exceeded all expectations put forward by trainers. Both men are looking forward to secure what will surely be an easy victory tonight.

Thompson: What are yo--

Cornell: I will not be taking anymore questions. Thank you.

Suddenly, a EUW official approaches Mister Luck. Whispering something in his ear, Luck nods as he turns to face Dave and Zack.

Luck: We need to head to Kennedy’s office. It looks like the ball has just begun to roll in our direction. Things are looking up for us boys!

[primetime]

Gibson: Well tonight has already been one to remember hasn’t it?

Xplode: Oh? I already forgot it.

Gibson: Last week, former EUW Superstar Dante Holly conducted an interview. He traveled to Marin County, California.. The home of EUW Hall of Famer.. Toby Hunter. Let’s check out the footage and see what took place!

The feed now cuts to a bar. Stepping in through a set of double doors, Dante Holly glares around the room in full super hero costumed attire. With hand son his hips, he looks around the room as various men dressed in dark leathers look at him as though he was a circus clown. Finally, a man standing behind a bar counter speaks to him while polishing a glass..

Bartender: Lost, son? Halloween is long gone.

The patrons in the bar chuckle at Dante but he seems to not even notice.

Holly: HAIL, my most nubile friends!! It is I.. Dante Holly! I have come to find information in my quest to bring down the most evil nemesis.. Toby Hunter!

Bartender: Toby? What the hell do you want to know about him?

Holly: Ah, I have your attention! Toby Hunter and I have unfinished business to attend to.. And I have been hunting him down to see to that. My Holly-o-meter has positioned this bar as the last place Hunter has been seen. So.. SPEAK TO ME! Just will prevail!

Holly reaches over the bar, grabbing the bartender by the shirt. Immediately the patrons in the bar stand up in defense as a person enters the room.

Cole: I am Cole Ritter… Toby’s father. I suggest you let him go, friend. Or do you want to find out if bullets bounce off of your chest?

Dante releases the man only to turn his attention to Cole.

Holly: You are the maker of evil, I assure you! Help me bring your son to justice!

Cole: My son has been missing for the last 6 months. Most folks think he was murdered around here. If I was you, I would head on out that door that you came in through and end this little quest of yours before things get nasty. The Devil’s Due Motorclub don’t take kindly to people coming at out boys..

Holly: Then pass on this message.. Because I know you still have contact with him! I will find him, no matter the cost! We will have our epic battle to end all battles.. And justice will prevail!

Cole: Son, this ain’t no comic book. Have you not seen what Toby Hunter is capable of? You are opening a very big bag of worms here.. One that will not end well for you. Now, leave my bar.

Dante glances around the room once more before mock flying out of the double doors. A man leans in to Cole and speaks.

Kip: That boy right there.. is retarded.

[primetime]

Tag Match
(EUW Tag Championship Qualifier)
Pinfall or Submission
Mister Luck and Big Dave vs AJ Valdez and Marcus Puzzo

Xplode: Ok, what’s next?

Rock Gibson: Let’s see….hmm, yup we’ve got the tag team qualifier match. Big Dave and Mr. Luck square off against AJ Valdez and Marcus Puzzo. Now Xplode, you have some history with the Puzzos

Xplode: Yeah I’ve got history with Marcus. Back when he was teaming up with that other one, 992 or 666 or whatever

Rock Gibson: 415?

Xplode: Yeah that one. They're brothers or cousins or whatnot. Assholes forced me to team up with my brother to take them down.

The opening of "Money" begins to play, through the harsh techno opening as well as the first verse. As they play, the lights remain on, and the curtain at the top of the stage is thrown aside as Dave walks onto the stage, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, hands clasped over his lap. Beside him walks Zack, walking a white suit with a pink dress shirt and white tie, carrying a clipboard under his right arm. At 0:55, when the guitar and drums play at the chorus, Mr. Luck, wearing a sapphire-blue blazer, white dress shirt and black tie over his tights, walks onto the stage to a chorus of boos and the occasional cheer. He raises his arms, giving a sarcastic, uncaring wave to the fans as all three men head down the ramp.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it will be the qualifier for the tag team championships! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of six hundred and thirty three pounds and hailing from the deserts of Las Vegas, Nevada. They are the…Las Vegas…Connection!

Midway down the ramp, Luck pulls out a handful of dollar bills from his blazer pocket, going to hand a fan them but quickly pulls his hand back, flipping the bird at the fan and waving him aside. A chorus of venomous boos pierces the air as they reach the bottom of the ramp. Luck walks over to the fans barricade, holding out the wad of money, but as a young fan goes to grab it, he quickly pulls it back, shaking his head. Dave follows closely behind Luck as both men walk around the entire length of the ring, ignoring the fans.

Xplode: That money move is a dick thing to do

Rock Gibson: You’re one to speak about dicks, Xplode

Xplode: The fuck is that supposed to mean?

Rock Gibson: Nothing, I was just kidding. Let’s get back to the….

Xplode: No, no, no. Let’s not get back to the ring. Let’s focus on what the fuck you meant by what you said.

Rock Gibson: Jesus, I take it back. Damn….

Zack eventually jumps onto the apron, sitting on the middle rope and hoisting it open for the LVC. Dave and Luck walk up the steps and across the apron in single-file, climbing into the ring calmly as they ignore the parade of boos and jeers. Zack walks across the apron, standing in their corner on the apron as Dave takes off his sunglasses and pulls back his arm, as if he's going to throw them to the fans, but simply drops them to the floor and kicks them to his corner, taking off his suit. Luck himself climbs onto the turnbuckle in his corner, clapping his hands and egging the fans on to boo him before he hops down, taking off his blazer and shirt as Dave joins him in the corner, all three men discussing tactics as they wait for their opponents.

As Untouchable hits Angel and Marcus Puzzo make their way out to the ramp way. As The crowd cheers their name they makes their way towards the ring not hearing the fans because they’re focusing on his opponent. As Marcus climbs through the ropes he climbs the first turnbuckle and gives the cheering crowd a nod of his head. Angel immediately gets in Big Dave’s face.

Skye: And their opponents, hailing from….

Before Skye can even finish her introduction, Angel shows no fear as he visibly shoves the much bigger Big Dave. Both Mr. Luck and Marcus immediately get out of the ring quickly as Big Dave roars and nails Angel with a brutal big boot that sends him backwards to the elastic ropes. Angel bounces off and is propelled back towards Big Dave, who seems to be going for The Steel Hammer, putting all his energy and force in it. AJ sidesteps out of the way and Big Dave, due to all the force put into his maneuver, ends up colliding with the ropes. Marcus shows foresight as he climbs the turnbuckle of his corner and leaps off, nailing an Axe Handle on Big Dave just as he collides with the ropes.

Rock Gibson: Whoa!

Xplode: Shit, even I didn’t see that coming.

Marcus’ axe handle hit Dave in the head just as he involuntarily leaned over the ropes due to missing The Steel Hammer. Mr. Luck looks on with eyes wide open, mumbling “evil little fucker” at Marcus Puzzo. Big Dave holds his head and stumbles backwards where he is henceforth greeted with a spear to the back by a charging AJ Valdez. The smaller yet equally tough AJ wastes no time as he leaps on Dave’s grounded body and begins unleashing an array of punches to his face. Dave grabs one of the thrown punches with the other hand grabs AJ’s throat before forcefully throwing him off.

AJ lands on his bottom and immediately gets back up in order to save his offense. The second he makes it to his feet he goes for a straight kick to the rising Big Dave’s abdominal. Dave grabs the leg just as it is about to collide and, once again, grabs AJ by the throat with the other hand before hositing him upwards and pulling off a Pump Handle Slam.

The crowd lets out an “ooooh!” as AJ’s slammed body lets out a sickening echo throughout the arena. Big Dave doesn’t halt for a second. He grabs AJ and lifts him up before irish whipping him to Mr. Luck’s turnbuckle. Just as AJ narrows in, Mr. Luck leaps up to the turnbuckle close to him and, timing it perfectly, pulls off The Ace of Spades on an incoming AJ Vadlez.

Rock Gibson: Nice!

Xplode: That’s what you get from good teamwork coordination

Rock Gibson: You think they signal to each other or something seconds before it happens?

Xplode: They don’t need to. When you know your opponent well enough, you two can just synergize with each other.

Mr. Luck, being the illegal man, leaves the ring only after he raises his hands in arrogance to an impressed crowd and then turning around to the ringside Marcus and screaming “We can do that shit too”. AJ is hurt but far from being counted out. As Big Dave picks him up, AJ lands a couple of straight punches to the iron stomach of his opponent. Dave elbows him in the back of the head before very forcefully irish whipping him to the same turnbuckle at Mr. Luck’s corner. This time, however, Mr. Luck simply looks on.

AJ collides hard and ends up propelling backwards to a charging Big Dave, going for a running big boot. Marcus alerts the semi-conscious AJ Valdez at the last minute by screaming “BIG BOOT” and AJ, pulling himself together, sidesteps out of the way. Mr. Luck sees this and jumps off the apron just as Big Dave ends up crashing into the close corner with his right leg lifted up. AJ doesn’t give him any respite as he charges and puts all his power into a power clothesline. Mr. Luck, seeing this too, leaps on the apron and tags himself in just AJ’s clothesline sends Big Dave stumbling backwards over the ropes and out of the ring.

Xplode: Good thinking by both teams. Marcus alerted AJ in time and Mr. Luck might have salvaged his team’s dominance by tagging himself in just before Big Dave got thrown out of the ring.

Rock Gibson: And better yet, I don’t think AJ’s seen the tag.

AJ is on his knees after putting all his power into throwing the gigantic Big Dave out of the ring. He lowers his head to take a breather and when he raises it again he sees Mr. Luck, the legal man, jumping on the ropes and leaping off backwards, nailing AJ very stiffly with The Shining Diamond. Mr. Luck goes for the pinfall.

One….Tw-Marcus breaks it up at the last second.


Feeling frustrated now, Luck orders Dave to enter the ring. Curiously, the referee allows it, stepping aside and holding Marcus back. Big Dave walks over and lifts AJ Valdez up to his feet. Grabbing Valdez by the throat, he lifts him into the air. Luck joins in to add to the impact as the two nail their finisher.. the Dead Man's Hand! Luck then covers for the pin as the ref slides down for the pin! Marcus enters the ring but is laid out by a stiff clothesline from Big Dave!

1..
2.....
Three!

Skye: Your winners.. The Las Vegas Commission

Both Luck and Dave celebrate in the ring as Zack slides in to join them. Turning to face the titan tron, Luck points as it blazes to life. Behind them, Valdez is being helped to his feet by Marcus Puzzo. The screen shows Chad Kennedy, seated behind his desk.

Kennedy: Very good guys. As you can see, rewards come your way when your priorities are in order. Enjoy the victory tonight, you deserved it. For your next match.. you will face Fallen One and Jace Ambrose for the tag team championships of the world! This truly is.. a victory for the Empire.

The crowd begins to boo as Luck and Dave taunt them in return.

Gibson: Did he just say that Luck and Big Dave joined The Empire??!!

Xplode: Genius.. pure genius. No matter who wins the match at Blood Red Horizons.. the belts stay under his control. This guy is starting to make me miss Mark Rivera now...

[primetime]

Bull: I am the greatest Pure Champion of all time! As a matter of fact, I bench pressed a damn truck this morning! Wait, that won’t work..

Jack Bull is seen practicing his speech as he prepares for his match. He is seen staring into a mirror, flexing his chest muscles as he smiles and rubs his chin slightly.

Bull: Scorpion, you want some of me?! DO YOU want some of me?!

The door opens and shuts behind him now as Chuck Johnson enters the room. The fans cheer loudly as the two men shake hands upon meeting.

CJ: You might be the best mirror fighter in the world, my friend. I just thought I would stop by and see you off. You ready to face that weird son of a bitch?

Bull: You bet your ass I am! I have been putting in gym time like never before to put down that freak. Hell, if I play my cards right, I may cut off Scorpion’s momentum now.. Before the title is ever put on the line!

Both men laugh as Johnson glances down at the Pure Title.

Bull: Pretty.. Ain’t it?

CJ: Hell yeah it is. You wear it well too. You know, with all of this Empire shit happening, it’s odd that none of it has come your way. Watch your back, brother. When it does.. It’s going to be big. I can feel it.

Bull: You think I am afraid of the Empire? You think I have not thought about those goons coming down to the ring and messing up my chances to teach a lesson on ol’ Scorpy tonight? Well, I have! I just have to go out there and do what I do best, that’s all that any man can hope for. You watch your back too, man. Sabora is the best in the company, top that off with Titan wanting a piece of him, and you might find yourself in the middle of a damn nuclear blast!

CJ: I will do what I can, man. We got this tonight. It is going to be our night for sure.

Bull: You got it, buck!

There is sounds of yelling in the hallway just outside the locker room door. CJ and Jack Bull look at one another before rushing out to check on the commotion. They stand in shock as Brett Cross is seen doubled over on the floor, resting on his hands and knees. His face is bloodied as he spits sharply on the floor before him! Standing over him is an angered 415! He is holding a large wrench, shaking it in his hand!

415: Now who is the bitch, huh?! You want to play me like I am not worthy to shine your boots?! Well, look who is bowing to who now?!! My foot was on the ropes, damn it! You didn't beat me!

415 thrusts the wrench into the back of Brett Cross’s head hard, driving the big man to the floor hard. Back stage crews flood unto the scene, quickly diffusing the situation! 415 takes a few swings at random people, backing them away from him.

415: It’s time that someone sets your ass down! We will be at your home land in a month, won’t we?! Well.. Consider it your burial ground then! Blood Red Horizons.. You become MY BITCH!

Walking away, 415 drops the wrench to his side. Brett Cross is slowly picked up off of the ground ad Jack Bull and Chuck Johnson watch on.

CJ: Damn. I never seen a midget so pissed off in my life!

Jack Bull: Did I ever tell you about the time that Xplode and I hired some midgets?

CJ: Please.. I don’t want to know.

[primetime]

“Well….this is new”

The office of Chad Kennedy mirrors his personality. It is wide and extravagant, but it could be wider and more extravagant if Kennedy possessed the resources to do so. Chad Kennedy, EUW’s official General Manager, has a survivalist vibe about him that is mistakenly referred to as arrogance or smugness. Immanuel Taylor, an applicant to EUW with a pending application, is the only thing in the room that doesn’t match with its grandiose visage.

“I’d like to wrestle” Immanuel replied, missing Kenney’s intended rhetoric effect.

“I know you’d like to wrestle, Immanuel.” Kennedy bluntly mispronounced ‘Immanuel’. “ I know that because you submitted an application to EUW with your name on it and for the first time since I’ve taken this position I’m not interviewing some naïve little kid who thinks he’s going to be the next world champion”

“I’m not green”

“I was not implying….”

“I’m not green”

“I didn’t say you were!” Kennedy shot back “Look asshole, I’m a simple type of man. I see lightning, I think of thunder. Thus I seek shelter. You understand? Now when I get an application with an ugly war veteran whom not only is way over-aged to be getting into the wrestling business but also has a disappointing history of on-and-off employment all around the fucking country, I tend to take a step back and question if this is some kind of joke. If, at any instant, my office door is going to open and the real applicant is gonna pop in and yell ‘Surprise’ ”

“It’s not a joke”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s an application”

Chad Kennedy’s wide office accommodated his fierce stares just as it always had his spontaneous condescending outbursts. Staring directly at Immanuel with his unblinking eyes, he noticed the scar on Immanuel’s face. It was ugly but Kennedy’s seen worse.

“Look, what do you want, Scarface? Tell me, man to man, what the hell are you looking for here? You want the ring? I can do that but things aren’t like the old days or in those local gyms you’ve been wrestling in. A significant portion of our mainstream audience are adolescents or younger, so we tend to put more emphasis on the entertainment aspect of it, you following me?”

Immanuel nodded. Ever since the start of this assessment, he hasn’t made eye contact with GM Chad Kennedy once. The General Manager had picked up on that, along with Immanuel’s other blemishes.

“So, for example, let’s say your opponent lands a punch. You got to sell that a bit, make it look more dramatic than it is. Your opponent lands his finisher and you’ve got to sell it to make it look like you’ve just been run over by a bus. Are you following me? The people nowadays want drama, sometimes they want to watch a dramatic matchoff between two equal opponents, and sometimes they want some extremity in their matches. Can you do Ladder matches? Cages? The occasional Hell in a Cell?”

“I can do an Ironman”

“I didn’t ask for an Ironman. My ratings are already down, you think I’m going to plunge them further by booking 60-minute Ironman matches for an audience with a ridiculously low attention span?” Kennedy does enjoy speaking down to people when he gets the chance to. “Can you carry yourself in a cage match? A ladder match? That’s what I’m looking for”

“I’d prefer not to”

“You’d prefer not to?”

“I’d prefer not to”

“Why do you that?”

“What?”

“Repeat yourself monotonously. It’s very irritating.”

Immanuel shrugged his shoulders and concentrated his attention on a creamy black Vase that Kennedy always brought along with him when EUW was touring. He had positioned perfectly next to the window of the office he was temporarily occupying in with the breathtaking view of downtown San Diego. Immanuel was ridiculously but he could still manage to obtain a sight beyond the vase and outside the window to a solitary figure with barracuda eyes staring at a fairly attractive mother pushing her baby in the stroller. He’s in a trench coat, never a good sign, and he is as still as a tableau.

Images began flashing in Immanuel’s mind of that solitary figure being some kind of madman, the occasional lone gunman with a massive killing capacity. If Immanuel did actually listen to what Kennedy was now spouting then he made no indication of it. It was only when Kennedy said “Kuwait” that Immanuel’s attention drifted away from the solitary figure with the barracuda eyes and back to Kennedy’s temporary office.

“….you’re not one of those damaged goods that come home from a war, are you?”

“Damaged Goods?” Immanuel’s voice is raspy and metallic, possibly due to rampant disuse. He only used his vocal chords when he needed to, when there was absolutely no other alternative present.

“Yeah, you know, as in one of those psychos who come back and still think they’re on a mission somewhere in Fallujah.”

“I’m not damaged”

“Then what are you? Huh? You’re sitting there staring at a fucking
vase while I’m trying to conduct an interview with you and decide whether I should green-light your application instead of putting it through the shredder under my desk. I mean, this is some serious disrespect you’re showing me. I fly you here on our tour and make some time for you during our ridiculously busy bi-weekly show because I’m genuinely interested in why you’re trying to join this federation and instead of capitalizing on my interest, you sit there in your plain clothes with your plain face and stare at a va-“

“Look” Immanuel now was using his rough voice very clearly. “I just want to wrestle. That’s it. I don’t have a story to tell you and I don’t have a childhood dream about main eventing whatever there is to main event here. I just...want to wrestle”

Immanuel’s voice was dirty and metallic enough to make Kennedy, loud and commanding, slightly cringe. He tried to sum up Immanuel right here and now. Tried to sum up what exactly this man is supposed to be but he didn’t come up with anything. Nothing. That’s how Immanuel looked like to him, just one of these weirdos we humans tend to notice before distancing ourselves from their ugly presence.

“Ok. This is what is I’m going to do.” Kennedy started. “We have a PPV in January, it’s called Blood Red Horizons and its going to be Norway. You’re not going there. We’re all going but you’re not. You’re going to take a flight I’m going to book for you back to San Francisco and you’re going to have a trial match. I get good news on that, I might green-light your application. Maybe. You fuck that up just like you’ve magnificently screwed up this interview then you find another way to deal with your mid-life crisis.”

Immanuel looked around him, it truly is a nice office. He didn’t catch everything that Kennedy said at first but got back in at the right moment. He nodded to Kennedy.

“That’s the best offer you’re going to get, old man. Now that this interview is over, you can get the hell out of my office”

Immanuel’s eyes stared directly at Kennedy now. He didn’t like Kennedy from the second he sat in this chair. Immanuel nonetheless nodded without looking at the GM before getting up and making his way out of the office. Kennedy took one last look at his application, at the suspicious picture of Immanuel Taylor, and shook his head before putting it aside.

“Asshole”

[primetime]

A dark hall way comes into view now as various candles are seen flickering. A design of sorts is written upon the floor, surrounding what looks to be an equally dark figure. As the feed slowly gets closer, we see The Scorpion resting upon his knees. His eyes have been painted by what looks to be ash as he holds a bronze cup before him.

Scorpion: Tonight, I strike the heart of the one whom walks with a courage unheeded. Let it be known that with this first strike, our unholy marriage has begun. The times of the one have come upon us, as the skies begin to turn a crimson red.. Blood Red Horizons.

Scorpion slowly drinks from the cup now, lowering it to the floor shortly after. The fluid that is left over slowly dribbles down the sides of his lips, showing a dark thick liquid on both sides.

Scorpion: Grant me the strength through my sacrifice, to install a fear inside of a man who knows no deity. Let me strike a theme of consecration so deep inside of his soul, as to plant the seeds of doubt within him. He worships the gold around his waist, and that is a sin that calls to be punished. We will rid him of this false deity.. And bring enlightenment to him. Let tonight be the first wave in our plan for divine intervention..

Scorpion rises to his feet now, only to slowly pull back the hood from his head. He turns to pick up a nearby candle, only to slowly drip it’s melted wax over his head and down the contours of his face.

Scorpion: My agony.. For another..

Scorpion then blows out the candle and proceeds to the ring.

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Non Title)
Pinfall or Submission
The Scorpion vs Jack Bull

Gibson: And here we go, our next match is Jack Bull taking on the impressive Scorpion, who is certainly on a hot streak right now..

Xplode: I don't doubt that Bull can get the job done, though. He'll need to, he faces this loon with his Pure Championship at stake soon!

The lights in the arena go out and "The Other Side" by Sirenia begins to echo throughout the arena. After a few seconds, two spotlights beam down from the rafters, pointing down at the left side of the stage in unison. With these lights beaming down on the stage as "The Other Side" continues playing, The Scorpion rises enigmatically from the stage, kneeling deep in prayer. As he reaches the top of the stage, Scorpion opens his eyes, getting to his feet with an emotionless look written on his face, walking down the ramp without a single thought.

Skye: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds....THE SCORPION!!!

Scorpion slides into the ring, not moving his eyes once. He walks across the ring to the upper left corner, getting onto his knees and bowing his head, saying a quick prayer. After he finishes, he rises to his feet slowly, turning around and looking at the stage, shrugging off his trench coat and kicking it behind him. The fans remain silent, with the odd jeer filling the air.

Gibson: That man creeps me out.

Xplode: ..You pussy.

The spotlights quickly vanish, and the lights quickly switch on as the opening wails of "Spitfire" by The Prodigy roars over the PA system. The sounds of this familiar theme causes the fans to erupt into a frenzy of ecstatic cheers, jumping off their seats. Bull throws the curtain to the side, his Pure Championship held high in his right hand as he strides out. He points into the ring at Scorpion, then at the belt before waving his finger at Scorpion, signalling that Scorpion will never get it. This causes the fans to cheer wilder, and a more confident grin to cross the face of Bull as he walks down the ramp, his belt held high as he uses his left hand to slap the hands of the fans.

Skye: His opponent, residing in Bakersfield, California, born in Colchester, England and weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds..THE PURE CHAMPION, JACK BULL!!!

He quickly slides under the bottom rope and gets onto his feet, turning around to the bottom-right corner of the ring and climbing the turnbuckle, raising his hands up high. With his left hand, he gives his familiar "Hook'em Horns" signal, which several of the fans also imitate. Bull hops down from the turnbuckle, turning around. The referee strolls over, and Bull hands him the belt which the referee quickly slides out of the ring with, heading over to the timekeeper. "Spitfire" ceases to play, but now the fans are chanting wildly:

FUCK HIM UP, BULL, FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP, BULL, FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP, BULL, FUCK HIM UP!

Bull grins, turning to the crowd and pretending to orchestrate the chants which grow louder and with an increase hostility towards Scorpion, whose face is simply blank. The referee slides into the ring, turning and motioning to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings. Bull immediately darts out of his corner, causing the fans to cheer wildly as he leaps forward, Spearing Scorpion down violently into the mat before grasping Scorpions hair, starting to throw down several right-hand punches into the side of the Scorpions temple. Bulls face contorts into a determined viciousness as he keeps hitting punches into Scorpions temple. Scorpion doesn't seem to feel it, his head simply rolling to the left with every punch. Bull notices this and gets to his feet, pulling Scorpion up by his hair. Bull quickly throws another right punch, but Scorpions hand snaps up, grasping Bulls fist and twisting his arm. Bulls legs buckle slightly, but he simply uses his free left hand to hit the abdomen of Scorpion repeatedly. Scorpion starts doubling over, his grip on Bulls hand weakening as Bull throws repeated, forceful punches. Scorpions grip slips, and Bull jolts forward, wrapping his right arm around the neck of Scorpion and lifting him, hoping to hit a quick BullsEye! Scorpion, however, jumps down with all his might, keeping a vertical base. Bull lets go of the move, hitting a swift kick into Scorpions gut. Scorpion quickly grasps the ankle of Jack Bull, moving his foot forward and sweeping it behind Bulls free leg, sending Bull onto the mat. Scorpion aims a swift stomp at Bulls face, but Bull quickly rolls onto his stomach, jumping to his feet and throwing himself at Scorpion, spearing him to the ground once more!

Xplode: Bull just wants to hurt Scorpion! You gotta love that!

Gibson: Bull is not wasting ANY time waiting for Scorpion to kick things off! He doesn't want a match, he wants a goddamn fight!

Bull pulls himself up Scorpions body, only for Scorpion to push his knees up. This pushes Bull off of Scorpions body slightly, and allows Scorpion to quickly steady himself, pressing the soles of his boots into Bulls body and pushing him away. Scorpion rolls backwards into the turnbuckle. Bull charges at him, going for a Clothesline, but Scorpion ducks under it, sliding across the ropes. Bulls chest hits the turnbuckle and he spins around, clutching his chest. Seeing Bulls pain, Scorpion delivers a vicious kick into the back of Bulls right leg. Bull stumbles slightly, and Scorpion takes a few steps backwards before running forward, swinging his leg up and hitting Bull with a vicious Yakuza Kick! Bull collapses to the mat, clutching his head. Scorpion looks down at Bull as the rafters start to rain vicious jeers down at Scorpion.

Xplode: Scorpions definitely not the favorite here.

Gibson: But his style works.

Xplode: Until some fans hop the barrier and decide to kick his head in..

Ignoring the jeers, Scorpion leans over Bull, dragging him to his feet and pulling him into the middle of the ring, pulling him between his legs and locking his arms over his back. Scorpion hauls Bull up, but Bull flails his legs, pulling back and landing on his feet. Scorpion tightens the lock around his arms, bringing a knee swiftly upwards and into the face of Bull before lifting him into a vertical position, slamming his head and neck into the mat with a vicious Tiger Driver. Bull flops onto his back and Scorpion goes for a quick cover.

1....
2..KICK OUT!

Bull brings his shoulder up, and Scorpion forces him down again, forcing another cover.

1....KICK OUT!

Bull kicks out quicker, swinging his head forward and headbutting Scorpion in his mouth! Scorpion licks his now-split bottom lip free from blood, getting to his feet and grasping Bulls right arm, pulling him to his feet. Scorpion locks his right arm over his head, going to lift him in a suplex, but Bull quickly snaps a fist into Scorpions gut. Scorpions grip loosens slightly, and Bull lands on his feet, jostling with Scorpion and turning both men around with Bulls back now facing the ropes. Scorpion struggles, Bulls arms locked around his waist. Scorpion swings down a few forearms into Bulls back, who quickly snaps up, pulling his head free and locking Scorpions head under his arm, flinging Scorpion over his shoulder quickly with a Snap Suplex that sends Scorpion over the top rope, his upper back smashing off the apron and sending him collapsing to the outside! The fans cheer wildly!

Xplode: Jack just tossed Scorpion like a cheap flapjack! And the fans love it!!

Scorpion is quick getting to his feet, but Jack notices this and swiftly slides out of the ring, grasping Scorpion by his hair and slamming his head into the top of the ring steps! He pulls back on his hair before slamming him down once more. Jack once again pulls back on his hair, glaring at Scorpion who simply gives an eerie smile. Jack responds with a sneer, violently slamming his head into the steps with both hands before turning him and shoving his back into the side of the steps. The fans quickly resort to another chant of KICK HIS HEAD IN! as Jack uses his foot to push Scorpion into a sitting position, stomping violently at his chest.

Xplode: Look at Jack stomping away at Scorpion! Gotta love brawls!

Gibson: And that favors Bull, too! Bull is a brawling superstar, so getting down and dirty will certainly put Scorpion at a disadvantage!

The referee quickly rushes over to the ropes, leaning through the middle of them and telling Jack to lighten up. Jack responds by giving the referee the finger, but Scorpion notices Jacks distraction and sweeps his legs from under him, sending Jack onto his back. Jacks eyes widen in surprise, and slightly from pain. Scorpion quickly rolls onto his feet, looking down at Jack and stomping his chest. The crowd jeer venomously and Scorpion simply blanks them, dragging Bull to his feet and shoving him into the crowd barrier. Jack goes to step forward, but Scorpion rushes at him, hitting him with a Yakuza Kick that sends him over the barrier and onto the feet of several fans!

Xplode: Looks like the front row will need to pay extra! This ain't a meet and greet!

Gibson: And just like that, the enigmatic Scorpion regains momentum..This guy is eerie.

Xplode: No, he's lucky. Big difference.

Bull gets onto his knees, grasping the top of the crowd barrier and going to pull himself up, only for Scorpion to deliver a swift side-kick to Jacks exposed fingers. Jack yells out in a surprised pain, pulling his fingers back and stretching them. Scorpion walks over to the crowd barrier, leaning over and grasping Bull by his ears, violently pulling him up. Bull winces in pain as Scorpion does, trying to lunge forward. Scorpion simply twists his ears tighter, causing Bull to refrain from doing so.

Gibson: Well..this is new.

Xplode: What the fuck is this?! KICK HIS TEETH IN, JACK!!

As Scorpion drags Bull to his feet, he quickly pulls back, sending Bull over the barrier and flipping onto his back. Scorpion grabs Bulls right arm, pulling him forcefully to his feet and quickly locking him under his arm, lifting him up and turning slightly, hitting a standard Suplex. As Bull hits the ground, Scorpion quickly arches his back, twisting around and hauling Bull up to his position, hitting a second consecutive suplex which he quickly lets go of, getting to his feet. Scorpion licks his split-lip free from blood again before pulling Bull to his feet, grasping his head and pulling him over to the steps, violently smashing his head into them. Bull stumbles back slightly and Scorpion walks in front of him, locking him in a suplex position and lifting him high into the air. Scorpion keeps him there, slowly stepping backwards until he backs into the ring steps.

Gibson: Oh shit, he wouldn't!

Xplode: He would!

Jacks legs flail in the air, and Scorpion starts to falter in his footing as Jack pumps his legs, forcing extra weight onto Scorpion. Scorpion stumbles forward slightly, changing his plan and instead falling backwards, smashing Jacks back off the ring steps with a rough Suplex! Jack yells out in pain, rolling forward off the steps and onto his knees, clutching his back in agony.

Xplode: Ah well, it's better than nothing.

Gibson: If Scorpion hit that Brain buster, it would have been a bulls-eye!

Xplode: What the fuck was that? Was that supposed to be a joke?

Scorpion gets to his feet once more, walking around the steps and towards Jack Bull. Bull notices, quickly swinging several lefts and rights into the abdomen of Scorpion. Scorpion stumbles back slightly before trying again: Bull is now onto one knee, delivering a vicious right into Scorpions gut. He goes for a left, but Scorpion jolts back, avoiding the blow before running at Bull. Bull quickly dives forward, grasping the legs of Scorpions tights and pulling him forwards. Scorpions momentum sends him down, smashing his head off the edge of the steel steps as he collapses! Scorpion rolls onto his back, his split-lip now flowing with blood while Jack gets to his feet, dusting off his hands mockingly and lifting Scorpion to his feet, dragging him by the hair and rolling him into the ring, climbing onto the apron and leaning over the second rope, hauling him up. Jack quickly gets to a solid vertical base, leaning over and locking in a suplex. Scorpion quickly hits a swift forearm, locking in his own suplex, to which Jack responds by tightening his left arm and pulling back, placing Scorpions throat over the top rope and starting to club the back of his head with his right fist! The crowd cheer in unison to the sounds of the punches!

Xplode: Goddamn, I love a brawl!

Gibson: Don't count Scorpion out yet!

Bull quickly drags Scorpion to the left, over to the turnbuckle and grasps his hair, pulling his head forward and smashing his head off the turnbuckle. Jack repeats this, with each hit causing the crowd to cheer even louder. After the tenth time, Bull shoves Scorpion back, who stumbles backwards and collapses onto one knee, chest pulsating heavily as he catches his breath. Bull climbs into the ring, walking over to Scorpion. Scorpion jolts to his feet, darting at Bull who simply leans down, lifting Scorpion high into the air. Scorpion, however, quickly rolls over the back of Bull, landing on his feet and locking his arms under his, throwing him backwards with a vicious Dragon Suplex! Scorpion rolls it through, dragging Bull to his feet and hits a second Dragon Suplex. Scorpion rolls it through once more, dragging Bull roughly to his feet and hits a final Dragon Suplex, releasing the hold and causing Bulls head to hit the mat.

Gibson: I told you. Scorpion has a knack for turning the tide of battle just as quick as his opponent!

Xplode: Say what you want, Bull will come back swinging every single fucking time.

Scorpion slowly rises to his feet, walking over to Bull and dragging him to his feet, shoving him into the nearby turnbuckle and hitting him with a swift elbow. Bulls head snaps to the right, but he simply turns it, looking at Scorpion. Scorpion hits another elbow, and Bulls head snaps to the left, but he quickly turns his head to glare at Scorpion, clearly telling him "I dare you to do that again." Scorpion responds with a swift kick to Bulls midsection, followed by another elbow, which is followed up by another. Scorpion takes a few steps back, running at Bull. Bull quickly dives to the right, but Scorpion, having raised his leg for the Yakuza Kick, stops, placing his foot on the second rope and turning to Bull.

Gibson: He didn't fall for it, Bull!

Bull hauls himself to his feet, not noticing Scorpion behind him. The crowd cheer wildly, as if telling Bull that Scorpion is behind him. Scorpion simply ducks his head, grasping Bulls left leg and arm and throwing him over his shoulder, both men hitting the mat as Scorpion executes the Lament of Innocence! He goes for only the third cover of the match.

1...
2...
Thr-KICK OUT!

Before the referees hand comes down, Bulls shoulder shoots up, causing the fans to go absolutely berserk with cheers. Scorpion quickly gets to his feet, stomping Bulls chest and dragging him to his feet, only for Bull to hit a swift punch to Scorpions left jaw, splitting his lip open even wider! Scorpion stumbles back, mostly out of surprise as blood flows from his chin, his head snapping up and his eyes glinting with malicious intent. He rushes forward, but Bull leans down, lifting him high into the air. Bull stumbles slightly, keeping him there for a few seconds before slamming him down ruthlessly into the mat with a Spinebuster! Scorpions back twitches violently as he hits the mat, and Jack goes for a quick cover.

1...
2...
Thr--KICK OUT!

Scorpion gets his shoulder up at the last possible second. Bull simply drags Scorpion to his feet, looking even more determined now. Grabbing Scorpion by the hair, he brings him in for a DDT only to find himself flung over the back of Scorpion!

Scorpion then slides out of the ring, proceeding to lift the apron and search for something..

Gibson: What's going on?

Pulling out a can of what looks to be hairspray, he slides into the ring as the referee attempts to remove it from his grasp. Scorpion then hits the referee over the head with the can! The ref falls to the mat hard as Scorpion digs into his pocket... for a match!

Gibson: That sick son of a bitch is going to set Jack Bull on FIRE?!!!!

Lighting the match, Scorpion sprays the can in Bull's direction! The fans scream in horror as he rolls away just in time and slides out of the ring! Scorpion watches Bull with an evil grin.. before turning the flame..

On himself!

Xplode: Marshmellows anyone?

The arm of Scorpion catches on fire as he waves it in front of Jack Bull. In a terrifying image, Scorpion glares back at Bull through the flames, almost as if he feels no pain! The bell is rung repeatedly as emergency crews run past Bull and begin to shoot Scorpion with fire extinguishers!


Skye: Your winner... by result of a disqualification.. EUW Pure Champion Jack Bull!

Gibson: How do you stop a man.. who feels no pain?

Xplode: Jackie boy.. watch out for this guy. I have a bad feeling about him...

Jack Bull receives his title belt as he backs up the rampway. A layer of smoke has filled the arena now as medical crews see to Scorpion. The fade slowly fades out as a shot of Scorpion's face comes into view.

He.. is smiling.

[primetime]

The feed cuts to a random street corner now. A green and white garbage truck pulls up, coming to a stop in front of the viewer. A large mechanical arm slowly is lowered, picking up the can and dumping it’s contents into the truck’s holding tank. After the can is dropped back in place, the driver’s side door is opened, revealing a large man. Another man comes around from the back now, as the two garbage men stop in front of the camera and look at the viewer. They are both dressed in similar green and brown apparel…

White: Wow… it’s almost time to get off work. You know what that means?

Lawson: You bet your ass I do. It’s time to introduce the world to a little.. Damaged Goods.

White: My name is Randy “Deluxe” White, and this is my partner in crime. Scott “Big Bear” Lawson. You guys don’t know us, but you will, trust me. You see, word around town is that a set of tag team titles have been activated in the EUW. That’s where we come in..

Scott Lawson removes his hat, revealing a bald head. He opens his rusty lunch box, unwrapping what looks to be a ham and cheese sandwich. He then takes a large bite of it, wiping the back of his mouth with a dirtied hand.

Lawson: No one handles business like we do. You can bet your ass on THAT! We are Damaged Goods, that means that we don’t beat around the bush with fake ass accomplishments or pipe dreams of any kind. It’s all about dishing out a little bit of pain, and leaving our opponents broken at our feet.

Randy White places his hand suddenly on Scott Lawson’s shoulder.

White: Woah! Calm down big guy! Don’t get all worked up over anything yet! These fans will see us soon enough, and then the fun begins. EUW.. Prepare to get DAMAGED! Now, pass me my lunch box. I bought one of those yoohoo juice boxes…

The feed fades out as Randy and Scott enjoy their lunches..

[primetime]

Main Event
Singles Match
(Non Title)
Pinfall or Submission
Chris Sabora vs Chuck Johnson

Gibson: And now we get to the main event of the evening. This match here began when one of the newer talent in the company took it upon himself to challenge the World Champion.. Chris Sabora.

Xplode: Translation: Chuck Johnson is retarded.

Gibson: Well, you can’t deny that CJ has been on quite of a role since his arrival. He has created a stir with these fans not seen since the days of Toby Hunter!

Xplode: Yeah.. Look how that turned out. If I was Johnson, I would take things a tad bit slower. Sabora is way beyond his league.

Gibson: My bets are on Johnson here. He is hungry, talented.. And red hot right now. Let’s go to ringside where Skye prepares to announce the final match of the evening.

Skye: Now, for our main event. Coming to the ring first.. Out of 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.

The crowd begins to chant..

“CHUCK CHUCK CHUCK CHUCK CHUCK!”

Gibson: Listen to these fans. The craziness that is Chuck Johnson has swept all across the world as his stock has risen to heights unexpected! They love him out here!

Skye: And his opponent. He is the EUW Champion.. Of the WORLD! 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.

Xplode: There he is, the champion of the world. Chris Sabora is a man that a person would have a hard time finding a fault in. Let me give it a shot anyway.. He smells like shit.

Gibson: Nice. Should Sabora win tonight, it would mark a milestone in EUW History. For the year of 2010, Chris Sabora has enjoyed a perfect year, not suffering one loss. It all comes down to this one. Will the Streak continue?

Xplode: That is crazy shit. With that on the table, I will sit here and rub my lucky rabbit’s foot.. Hoping that Sabora breaks a leg out there. I hate streaks..

Sabora hands the World Title to the referee as an official receives it at ringside.

Gibson: X, what goes through a man’s mind right before the bell is rung?

Xplode: Well for me, I would usually think about where I wanted to go for dinner after.

The bell is rung. Both men approach one another in the center of the ring. Chuck Johnson is seen smack talking Sabora as they remain in place. Finally, CJ slaps Sabora hard! Sabora has a blank look on his face, not giving CJ any type of satisfaction. After another brief moment, CJ brings his hand back, only to be kicked in the gut! With a hook of the arm, Sabora unleashes a snap suplex upon CJ! Both men roll over quickly. Sabora uses a drop toe hold to bring CJ down to the mat once more, following it up into a chin lock!

Xplode: And it begins. Why do people try to out-wrestle Sabora? I beat the man because I used my head, and out smarted the piece of shit. It’s pointless to try to defeat him in wrestling skill.

Holding on to CJ’s chin, Sabora leans back hard. CJ reacts by driving his free elbow into the face of Sabora. Sabora releases and both men race to their feet. Chuck grabs a hold of Sabora around the waist, only to have his hands slapped away. Sabora then slides behind CJ, wrapping his arms around the redneck. With a sharp twist, he sends CJ into the mat hard with a German Suplex! Sabora then slides away, looking over the now reeling Chuck Johnson.

Rising to his feet with one hand bracing his back, Johnson nods in respect. Sabora remains in place, as his opponent shakes off the cobwebs. Timing his movements, Sabora steps forward to lunge at CJ, only to have his momentum used against him! CJ Irish Whips Sabora hard over the top rope, sending the World Champion to the mat below! The crowd begins to cheer as CJ rolls under the bottom rope and to ringside.

Grabbing a handful of tights, CJ drives his knuckles into the lower spine of Chris Sabora. He then repeats the strike, this time following it up with a Irish Whip into the steel steps! Sabora has his shoulder driven hard into the metal, only to collapse into a ball after the impact. CJ turns to the fans now, raising a closed fist. The fans cheer in response!

Gibson: Well, Johnson is surprising the world tonight! With the fans behind him, he has somehow taken the attack to Chris Sabora! I am interested in how this will turn out!

Sprinting forward, CJ attempts to drive his knee into the seated Sabora, only to find metal instead! Sabora rolls out of the way at just the right moment! Rising to his feet, Sabora hooks an arm over his neck, and lifts CJ into the air. A backdrop is used upon CJ as both men hit the unforgiving ringside floor! Sabora then rises to his feet, a little slower this time. He brings CJ to his feet as well, rolling him into the ring shortly after.

Sliding into the ring after CJ, Sabora sets himself up for the Maximum Overdrive! (RKO) He waits as CJ slowly rises to his feet, completely unaware of the man behind him. Turning around, CJ is grabbed by Sabora! Sabora launches into the air, only to be shoved away by CJ in a great defensive counter! Sabora falls hard into the mat upon his back as CJ stumbles backwards!

Gibson: That could have been it! Johnson avoided a bullet there!

Sabora kicks up to his feet, furious with himself. Turning around, he is kicked in the gut by CJ now! CJ then grabs his head to attempt the Hangover! (Stone Cold Stunner) Sabora counters by shoving CJ away just as it was done to him previously. CJ plants his feet hard though, just in time to raises his foot and plant a super kick on the chin of Chris Sabora. The World Champion falls down upon his back with a sickening thud as CJ mounts him quickly! With furious punches, he drives his knuckles into Sabora’s defenseless face!

Sabora does his best to raise his arms up but CJ bats them away, placing both of his hands around Sabora’s neck for a strangle hold! Sabora’s face begins to change to a hue of red as the air is cut off from him! CJ then drives his head into Sabora’s now with a head butt! Both of Sabora’s arms fall limply to his side. Leaning back, CJ hooks a leg for the pin..

1..
2.…
Sabora kicks out!

Xplode: Chuck Johnson is impressing me a bit. He is displaying a level of ruthlessness that reminds me of myself.

Rolling back into a mounted position, CJ begins to punch Sabora one more time, until Sabora manages to raise his legs and hook CJ into a leg scissors! Clamping on tightly, Sabora twists his hips as CJ grunts hard! Sliding his chin under Sabora’s leg, CJ then bites down hard.. Breaking up the submission! Sabora rolls away holding his leg as CJ sits upon his knees with a smile.

Rising to his feet, CJ picks Sabora up and hooks an arm. He then lifts Sabora into the air into an inverted posture, before coming down hard with a brain buster! He covers for the pin once more..

1..
2.…
Sabora kicks out!

CJ sits up now, frustrated. He rises to his feet, grabbing a hold of Sabora by the head. Sabora tries to strike CJ in the gut only to have the attack batted away! He hooks the arm and lifts Sabora into the air yet again! Somehow though, Sabora manages to land on his feet this time, grabbing CJ by the back of the head and falling backwards into a reverse face buster! Grabbing an extended arm, Sabora hooks his legs around until a arm bar is applied! CJ screams in terror as the pressure is put on!

Gibson: No matter what, Chris Sabora finds a way to counter any attack. Can CJ survive this encounter? Will he do the impossible and end the streak!

Still holding on to the arm bar, Sabora clamps down hard. CJ frantically reaches out for the ropes, desperate to break the hold. Sabora instead chooses to twist his body and roll forward, turning the submission into a Guillotine Head Lock! CJ frantically flails his arms now as the lights in his brain suddenly begin to flicker and go out!

With the fans cheering at a fever pitch, the submission is applied as the ref begins to raise CJ’s arm..

1...

CJ’s arm slowly falls to the mat..

2.….

CJ’s arm falls once more…

Thr.. CJ’s arm remains raised as the fans go wild! Turning over, CJ begins to power out of the hold now until Sabora is forced to break it up! Stumbling to his feet, CJ shakes off the cobwebs just in time to catch the lunging Sabora with a arm takedown! Sabora rolls perfectly back to his feet just in time drive a round house kick into CJ’s chest! Another kick is nailed, this time followed up with a flapjack by Sabora! CJ hit’s the mat hard holding his back as Sabora kicks up to his feet! With one arm raised, he prepares for his finisher!

Xplode: The end is here! Good bye Chuck Johnson!

CJ rises to his feet in a hurry only to be grabbed by Sabora! Falling backward, Sabora attempts the Machine Submission Hold (Anaconda Vice) only to be pushed away by CJ! CJ then kicks Sabora in the gut and drops him hard with the Hangover!! (Stone Cold Stunner) Sabora bounces on the mat hard a few times, coming to rest in the corner of the ring. Rushing to the corner, CJ pummels Sabora a few more times in the face before covering for the pin!

Gibson: CHUCK JOHNSON DID IT! THIS IS ALL OVER!!

1..
2.…..
Sabora rolls over now, grabbing CJ by the head!

Leaning back, Sabora goes for the Machine but CJ is ready! He drives his elbow into the face of Sabora, only to rise to his feet! Sabora then stumbles to his feet, only to face CJ! Another kick in the gut to Sabora.. A grab of the head…

Xplode: HOLY SHIT!

Sabora twists around, catching CJ off guard! Jumping in to the air and getting completely horizontal, Sabora nails the Maximum Overdrive (RKO) in the center of the ring! CJ falls face first hard as Sabora covers for the pin..

1..
2.…
THREE!

Gibson: And.. It’s over! The champion has extended his streak!

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

Rolling over unto his back, Chris Sabora catches his breath back now as his theme song begins to play. The fans are cheering in respect to both men as both Chuck Johnson and Chris Sabora remain in place.

Gibson: What a damn good match, ladies and gentlemen. Chuck Johnson took Chris Sabora as far as anyone ever has before. You have to give it up to the man. Tonight.. He reached another level.

Xplode: I agree. CJ has proven that he is indeed a threat in the EUW with that effort. With that, I am Xplode and this is Rock Gibson saying goodnight!

Chris Sabora sits up now, looking out at the fans as the World Title is handed to him. He stands up now, wiping the sweat from his brow. Flipping the EUW Title over his shoulder, he then ascends the turnbuckle and poses to the fans as a sea of camera flashes assault him.

Then.. A group of men come out unto the stage area…

Gibson: I think.. The show is still going…

Fallen One, Jace Ambrose, and Mister Luck stand on the stage area laughing at Chris Sabora. The fans begin to boo heavily now as Chad Kennedy arrives out from behind them with microphone in hand.

Kennedy: Well.. Well. You did it again, Chris. It must feel good to have a winning streak like that. 2010 has truly been good to you. It’s just too bad that 2011 will not be the same for you.

Sabora remains on the turnbuckle as F-1, Ambrose, and Luck slowly head down to the ring, circling it upon arrival. Kennedy trots down the ramp, still talking.

Kennedy: I don’t like you. It’s no secret. In my EUW.. I have the last word on everything. I will not have you carrying my World Championship. It just is not is not good business, you know? Nothing personal. With that being said, it would be in my best interest to make sure that Titan has every advantage going into Blood Red Horizons. As you have shown here tonight, you have a tendency to take quite a bit of pain. Let’s see just how much more.. You can take?

Suddenly, the three men at ringside slide into the ring, surrounding Sabora as he hops down from the turnbuckle! Fallen One charges Sabora first, only to be arm dragged to the mat! Ambrose is next, only to receive a Maximum Overdrive! As Sabora rises to his feet, Mister Luck catches him on the chin with a hard boot to the face! Both men slug it out until Sabora ducks under the arm of Luck and clotheslines him into the mat hard.

It is then that Titan emerges out of the entrance area.. Blazing down the ramp way!!

Xplode: Oh shit!! Titan is here!

Gibson: Sabora will need help out there.. But by who?!!

Sliding into the ring, TITAN catches Sabora off guard with a hard shoulder thrust! Sabora stumbles backward into Fallen One, only to receive a full nelson slam into the mat! Jace Ambrose, finally back on his feet, stomps Sabora hard. Finally, Mister Luck launches off the turnbuckle with a super leg drop unto Sabora’s exposed neck!!

Titan is seen laughing as he picks up the now limp Sabora with one hand.

Kennedy: You see? You’re all alone, Chris. You always have been.

Managing to somehow slip away in the chaos, Chuck Johnson returns suddenly with Jack Bull and Danny Tenfold in tow! The three men slide into the ring and immediately begin to battle it out with The New Empire! The ring is a sea of violence as bodies are thrown everywhere!!

Kennedy: NO! I WILL NOT HAVE THIS!!

Gibson: I can’t believe this.. There is complete pandemonium in the ring right now! I can’t even make out any faces!

Catching Luck off guard, Danny Tenfold drop kicks Luck over the top rope and to ringside! Titan manages to grab Tenfold by the throat after, choke-slamming him hard out of the ring behind Luck! Jack Bull and Chuck Johnson go one on one with Ambrose and F-1 on the other side of the ring! With a coordinated effort, they double clothesline F-1 and Ambrose out of the ring!

Kennedy: TITAN! END IT!

CJ and Jack Bull smile at one another, only to turn around and find themselves facing Titan! Both men back up a bit, shaking their heads and gesturing for Titan to calm down! Titan is smiling as he stalks the two of them until Jack Bull stops backing up.. And points off in the direction of behind Titan.

Titan is suddenly grabbed by the arm and turned completely around violently! Launching into the air, the now very much awake Chris Sabora nails Titan with the Maximum Overdrive!! Titan hit’s the mat face first before being dragged out of the ring by Ambrose and F-1! The fans are going crazy! Sabora leans against the ropes with a smirk as Jack Bull and Chuck Johnson help Danny Tenfold into the ring. The camera feed pans to Chad Kennedy at ringside now..

Kennedy: Interesting..

The crowd cheers as Kennedy backs up the ramp slowly.

Gibson: WOW! What a way to end the year, ey?!

Xplode: Yeah.. I am speechless. Well, we enter the holiday break but don’t trip, we will return next year with Blood Red Horizons! If tonight was any indication of what is to come.. You don’t want to miss it at all!

The fade fades out as Chad Kennedy’s face is shown.. Angered.. And flush with redness..

(End of Feed)

The following has been a telecast of Extreme United Wrestling Sports.2010


The company would like to thank everyone who was involved with the show. From the promos to the matches that were sent in, everything was top quality. Add another week of no no-shows and we got a serious flow going. Thank you.