EUW Presents: Blood Red Horizons 2011

[primetime]

“Alright, I called you all here because I have important news for you.”

An office comes into view as the show begins. Seated in various seats, the New Empire relaxes save for TITAN as Chad Kennedy finds a seat upon a desk. He clasps his hands, only to glance to his right where TITAN can be seen slightly pacing the room.

Chad: Billy, please? Your pacing is killing me.

Titan turns to Chad and offers a hard stare in return. He then glances at the others around him before offering a response.

TITAN: Don’t give me that shit, Chad. Don’t even start with it. Tonight, I am going to get something done that hasn’t been done in over a fucking year! Tonight, I bring down the Machine!!!

Jace Ambrose rises from his seat now, only to approach TITAN and place his hand upon the large shoulder. TITAN glances down at the hand before staring at Ambrose. Ambrose pays it no mind though.

Ambrose: Listen man, you need to calm down. You got the biggest job of us all tonight. The boss here has something to say, and judging from what he has accomplished for us so far.. I think we should listen.

TITAN: WHO IN THE FUCK ARE YOU?!!

TITAN slaps Ambrose’s hand away only to turn and look down upon the smaller man. Ambrose does not back down at all. Behind them, Fallen One begins to approach the two, coming to a stop alongside Ambrose to offer support.

Fallen One: Is there a problem here?

TITAN: There is about to be one. Do you two monkey’s think you can handle me? DO YOU?!!

Chad: I LOVE THIS!

Breaking up the intensity in the room, Chad Kennedy walks in between the arguing men as he laughs.

Chad: THIS is why I assembled you all! The power, it is bursting at the seams!! OF course you guys are ready to brawl right now.. But save that energy for your opponents. Tonight, the Empire becomes something more! Tonight.. I claim my future!

Putting down a large cigar, Mister Luck scoffs as he offers his two cents to the equation.

Luck: Not just your future. I mean, let’s be honest here. We all banned together under one flag because together we are unstoppable. Take TITAN over there. Look at him. He is ready to rip the paint off of the walls because he wants Sabora so bad. Then we have Jace and F-1. Championship gold has completely taken over them.

F-1: What about you? We both know that tonight, only one team can be crowd champion.

Luck: For Dave and I.. it’s about opportunity. There is money to be made out there folks. The New Empire is a faction that demands respect. Before you get it though, you need the power.. And the money.

Chad: Exactly. That power will be tested tonight. You see, my father is set to return during the show. Kirk will no doubt be ready to unravel everything we have worked so hard to achieve. He won’t though. Not after my special announcement.

TITAN walks past the group of men, slamming his shoulder into F-1’s shoulder along the way.

TITAN: I don’t give a shit about this pathetic game of chess. You guys get your jobs done. That’s all that matters.

Chad: Billy, by the time this night is over.. The job will have been changed.

Fireworks explode from a stage area as the crowd cheers loudly! The feed cuts to the arena as it pans from left to right! A large stage is now shown, complete with artificial snow and a blizzard machine! Fireworks explode from the stage area once again as the feed pans out, switching to a view of the announcer’s booth. Seated at the booth, Rock Gibson and Xplode stare into the camera, each man carrying headphones upon their heads.

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome.. To Blood Red Horizons!!! We are live from the icy tundra of Norway! Listen to this crowd! We are sold out!

The crowd instantly begins to cheer as Rock offers them respect for their homelands.

Gibson: I am Rock Gibson and this is my partner in crime, The Strategic Assassin.. Xplode. How is it going, bud?

Xplode: It’s cold as hell in this country! With all of this ice shit, why in the hell did they rent a damn blizzard machine??!! It makes no sense at all.

Gibson: I actually like Norway. The country is absolutely gorgeous!

Xplode: Yeah, I guess the restaurants that serve pot are pretty cool.

Gibson: Nice. Tonight is going to be one hell of a show, ladies and gentlemen. Three title are on the line, and not to mention the other matches lined up. Chad Kennedy looks to have his New Empire right where he needs it to be.

Xplode: Yup. Over the last few months, we have seen the prodigal son defy his father and turn this company upside down. Tonight is the culmination of all of those efforts as Chad attempts to host Blood Red Horizons. I have no doubt that we will be in for one hell of a night.

Gibson: I received word that Kirk Kennedy will be addressing us shortly. Over the last few months, Kirk has been off tending to a lengthy court battle. After achieving victory, he returns home tonight. Unfortunately, he may find home.. Not so welcoming.

Xplode: You can’t BUY this kind of entertainment. Wait.. I guess you can.

Gibson: Let’s head backstage where Jack Rodgers prepares for a very special interview…

The feed cuts to backstage now. The EUW logo is shown as Jack Rodgers looks into the camera. To his side is 415, flexing and rubbing his hands together.

Rodgers: Thanks, Rock. I am here tonight with a very determined 415. Earlier tonight, he asked me to interview him right away. Tell the world, what is going on?

415 turns to the camera and stares at it a moment. He then leans into the microphone.

415: Well, Holmes. I have an announcement. You see, I been thinking over a few things lately. My career has gone up and down more times than a roller coaster, man. Through it all, I have stood strong. I don’t know. Maybe I just wanted to be a role model for the kids? Looking back at how my career has gone, I guess I am not much of a role model after all..

The crowd begins to cheer for 415 at this point, offering him encouragement.

Rodgers: I don’t understand. It was already stated that the winner of your match will be the number one contender for the EUW World Championship. You have a great opportunity to be that role model!

415: Nah, man. I already faced the Machine once. That was enough for me.. You know? Look, tonight is going to be special. Tonight, I am going to take on a Viking, Holmes. It’s going to be me and him, on his own turf, in his own match. I respect Brett Cross, I truly do. Except, he has been acting like a damn lunatic lately! Someone has to knock some sense into him. It might as well be me. I am going to give Brett my all… and put it all on the table. Win, lose, or draw.. I have to. This will be my last match, after all.

Rodgers: Last match?!

The crowd begins to boo loudly now, shouting for 415 to take it back.

Rodgers: This crowd loves you. The fans love you.

415: It’s.. time. I have fine with it. I just wanted to earn some respect and make my father proud. I think I have done that. The only thing left now is to show Brett Cross that not every little man is weak. Size don’t matter, Holmes. Tonight, I will be the hero that you all wanted me to be. One more time.. One last match. Then, I will have no regrets.

Rodgers: Well, good luck out there, Mario Back to ringside…

415 shakes Jack Rodgers hand before walking away out of view..

[primetime]

The camera cuts backstage where Immanuel Taylor, now officially a member of EUW, is seated opposite to CEO Chad Kennedy in Kennedy’s temporary Oslo office, adjoined to the hosting arena itself. Kennedy is looking over a set of white papers clipped to an ugly black clipboard. Immanuel, on the other side, is staring at another stack of papers written in Norwegian. Kennedy ends his reading masquerade and promptly signs once on each paper before sliding it across the table.

"There you go, cocksucker. Five legitimate years with a guarantee of one. Sign on the dotted line"

A nod by Immanuel followed by him picking up the papers and scanning them.

“Don’t read them” Kennedy blurts, not even looking at Immanuel, his attention diverted to the view of downtown Oslo from his office. “Just sign the goddamned papers and be grateful you’re not banned from entering a ring after that Trial Match monstrosity of a disaster”

Immanuel, after a brief couple of seconds of pondering, signs the damn papers and hands Kennedy’s fancy pen back.

“I’m surprised you were able to sign the papers without breaking the pen like you broke the elbow of that trainer. Oh by the way, he’s recovering quite well. Glad you asked.”

“Can I go now?”

“No. Let’s play a little game first.”

“Can I go now?”

“I say a word and you reply with the first thing that comes to mind. Ok? Hmmm…..Childhood abuse?”

An audible sigh from Immanuel Taylor before catching another glimpse of the papers written in Norwegian. Kennedy picks up on that.

“The answer isn’t there, asshole. I…” Brief pause by Kennedy as he noticed Immanuel’s lips moving when reading the papers. “Wait a minute, you understand Norwegian?”

“Why would I understand Norwegian?” Immanuel’s voice now high and sharp in contrast.

“Yeah…you’re not American. You’ve got the citizenship but you look European, right? You’re Norwegian?”

“What does it matter to you?”

“It matters because I have to put up with you!” Kennedy with a loud shout as Immanuel’s eyes have now completely forsaken the stack of papers. “Jesus Christ! I’ve just signed you to a year and you’re already getting on my nerves. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you so weird?”

“I’m not weird. Can I go now?”

“Can I go now?” Kennedy repeating what Immanuel said with a mocking tone.”Yeah, go ahead and get lost but keep one thing in that rotten mind of yours. What happened at the Trial Match better not happen when those cameras start rolling because if there is one thing that irritates me more than socially awkward Europeans with American citizen-ships is when social awkward Europeans with American citizen-ships make me and my company look bad on national television. So whatever is in your head, whatever shit happened to you and turned you into this, you control it and act like a goddamn professional when the cameras start rolling. Understand?”

“You’re going to fire me after my first year is up, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m going to keep you here on this show forever so you can spread the seeds of joy and understanding within the ranks of EUW. Of course I’m going to fucking fire you after your first year is over. You hear me clearly, Immanuel, and you hear me good. I do not want to deal with any shit that has your name on it, ok? You get booked for a year, you get to deal with your little midlife crises by pretending to be a decent wrestler and then you pack your backs and head back to whatever shit you came from. “

“You’re pronouncing it wrong.”

“What?”

“Immanuel. You keep pronouncing it wrong.”

“Oh…” A slight concerned look on Kennedy’s face before he switches back to asshole mode. “And I’m supposed to give a shit?”

“Can I go now?”

“Yeah, get lost. Hope your plane doesn’t crash.”

Immanuel Taylor gets up, snatches his official contract and leaves Kennedy’s impressive temporary Oslo office with Kennedy shaking his head as Immanuel closes the door behind him.

“Unbelievable”

[primetime]

Singles Match
Pin Fall or Submission
Jackal vs. AJ Valdez

Gibson: Here we go, Xplode, Blood Red Horizons is about to kick off, and what an opening match we have! Valdez and Jackal, two rookies looking to shake off the cobwebs and start a fresh new slate!

Xplode: Hey, cool, can we get it over with so we can get to the exciting matches?

Gibson: This is exciting! Two rookies, looking for glory, ready for the next step up the food chain! A win here will certainly put them into the spotlight!

Xplode: You have a man named Angel, and a guy who calls himself a dog. Case dismissed.

Gibson: ..It’s a jackal.

Xplode: Jackal, dog, same thing.

Gibson: …….Yeah.

“Untouchable” hits the PA system as Angel Jackson Valdez walks out onto the stage, his eyes focused solely on the ring and nothing else as he starts to quickly walk down the ramp.

Skye: Introducing first…AJ VALDEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd cheers wildly as Skye announces Angels name, but Angel keeps his eyes focused on the ring, ignoring the cheers. He quickly hops onto the apron, climbing through the ropes and jogs across the ring, climbing onto the first turnbuckle and giving a swift nod to the crowd, causing them to cheer louder. He hops off, turning around and walking towards the center of the ring, hands on his hips as he stares up the entrance ramp.

Gibson: That is one intense being right there.

Xplode: Too bad he’s lost a ton of matches. Maybe he’ll beat dog-boy tonight, though.

Gibson: …It’s Jackal. JACKAL!

The lights in the arena swiftly change into different shades of red, covering the arena as a red fog starts to pour around the stage, ramp and ringside area. “Getting Away with Murder” by Papa Roach echoes from the PA system as the Jackals head appears in the stage area, slowly rising upwards. A mixture of cheers and jeers echo throughout the arena as Jackal fully surfaces, stepping off the platform before making his way down the ramp, slapping a few chosen fans hands as he does.

Skye: And his opponent.. THE JACKAL!!!

Jackal slides into the ring and into the lower-left corner, crouching down and staring at Valdez. Valdez turns towards him, approaching the corner only for the referee to stand in front of him, telling him to wait until the bell rings. Jackal doesn’t react, simply staring at Valdez who backs into the upper-right corner, exchanging the stare with Jackal. “Getting Away with Murder” stops playing and the referee points at the timekeeper, nodding.

DING! DING! DING!

Valdez immediately dashes out of his corner, nailing Jackal to the mat with a thunderous Clothesline. Valdez leans down, grabbing Jackal by his hair and pulls him to his feet violently. Jackal throws a few quick jabs to the chest of Valdez, who simply weathers them, grinning at his captured opponent. Jackal quickly shifts to the side, leaning down and grasping under the legs of Valdez, trying to attempt a Death Valley Driver. Valdez simply stands there and gives a small shrug, bringing a clubbing forearm down onto the small of Jackals back, sending him onto his hands and knees. Valdez swings a boot up, smashing it into the stomach of Jackal and sending him rolling across the mat and under the bottom rope to the outside. Valdez smirks, giving a small laugh as Jackal grasps the crowd barrier, clutching his gut and shaking off the pain.

Gibson: Valdez is in control here.

Xplode: What gave it away, Sherlock?

Jackal quickly slides into the ring, and Valdez runs forward, sliding on his knees towards Jackal and starting to rain thunderous fists down on the back of Jackals head and back. Jackal struggles under the punches, quickly diving forward. Valdez responds by turning, wrapping his arms around the waist of Jackal and lifting him to his feet. Jackal struggles, leaning down and grasping the fists of Valdez. Valdez tightens his grip around the waist of Jackal, squeezing roughly. Jackal squeezes his arms under those of Valdez, pushing forward to lighten the grip somewhat before swinging a foot backward, nailing Valdez in the kneecap. Valdez right leg trembles somewhat, and Jackal quickly swings back another foot, catching the kneecap once more and causing Valdez to stumble backwards, releasing his grip. Jackal turns around, walking forward and quickly kicking Valdez in the kneecap once more, sending him down to one knee which allows Jackal to quickly bring his foot up, kicking Valdez under the chin and sending Valdez sprawling backwards. Jackal quickly climbs out onto the apron, climbing onto the top rope and steadying himself. Valdez, however, has struggled onto his feet, grasping the nearest top rope and pulling it forward. Jackals foot loses its steadying, causing him to fall groin-first onto the turnbuckle. The crowd winces as he does.

Xplode: Well, there go the family jewels!

Gibson: Jackals been leveled, and that is one position you DO NOT want to be in!

Xplode: Depends on if you’re into that sort of stuff..

Gibson: I won’t ask about your trips to Thailand, Xplode.

Valdez climbs up to the second rope, grasping his arms around the legs of Jackal as he does. He lifts Jackal, and slowly turns around, slamming him forward and down onto the mat below with a thunderous crash, quickly climbing onto the top-rope himself and steadying himself, looking down at Jackal who is lying unusually still on the floor below. Valdez hesitates for a moment, steadying himself before leaping off swiftly, arms wide. Jackal, however, was fully aware, and quickly rolls to the side and out of the ring, allowing Valdez to crash into the mat below.

Gibson: Valdez connects with the mat!

Xplode: Jackal slipped away there, maybe he should call himself a ‘snake’!

Valdez rolls on the mat, clutching his stomach as he does. Jackal quickly seizes the opportunity, climbing onto the apron and quickly up to the top rope, fluidly jumping off and slamming his chest into the gut of Valdez with a vicious Frog Splash. As soon as the move hits, Jackal quickly rolls forward, turning and grabbing the right leg of Valdez, twisting the ankle slightly before kicking directly under the joint before slamming the leg down into the mat.Valdez sits up, but Jackal takes a few steps back, dashing forward and kicking him ruthlessly in the jaw with a swift dropkick. Valdez’ head snaps back to the mat, and Jackal gets to his feet, giving a quick stomp to the right kneecap of Valdez once more before grasping his legs, dragging the titanic form towards the middle of the ring uneasily. Jackal lifts the legs of Valdez, twisting and turning the legs hoping to turn Valdez on his stomach. Valdez, now aware of what is happening, quickly sits up, bringing the point of his elbow into the mouth of Jackal. Jackal stumbles slightly, but keeps trying to turn the legs of Valdez. Valdez sits up once again, swinging a forearm and smashing it into the cheek of Jackal. Jackal lets go, stumbling back against the ropes. Valdez gets to his feet, letting loose a giant roar and running at Jackal, aiming a clothesline. Jackal ducks, tugging on the top rope, but Valdez quickly skids to a halt, turning and violently smashing his leg into both of Jackals, causing him to backflip and hit his stomach from the intense kick.

Xplode: FATALITY!

Gibson: Valdez just turned Jackal upside down and inside out with that one!

Jackal twitches on the mat, only for Valdez to lean down, knotting his fingers in his hair and dragging him violently to his feet, throwing him across the ring with a swift Irish Whip. Jackal bounces like a rag doll off the opposite set of ropes, only for Valdez to lean down, lifting Jackal up high before slamming him with ease into the mat. He goes for the cover.

1….2…KICK OUT!

Jackal manages to get a shoulder up, only for Valdez to push down on it and attempt another cover.

1….2..KICK OUT!

Jackal quickly brings the other shoulder up. Valdez gets to his feet, running a hand over his head and wiping the sweat into Jackals face. Jackal lunges up, trying to kick Valdez for this insult, but Valdez simply backs away. As Jackal gets to his feet, Valdez doubles over and charges, sending the Jackal to the mat with a vicious spear which shakes the ropes. Valdez quickly hooks the leg.

1….2….KICK OUT!!

Gibson: Jackal kicks out a split second before the three count!

Xplode: C’mon Valdez, you should be squashing this kid like a bug! Then again, what do you expect from a man named “Angel”?

Gibson: You going to say that to his face?

Xplode: Hey, let’s not get too hasty here, Xplode fears no-one, but I haven’t warmed up yet.

Gibson: Nice excuse..

Xplode: I’ll give you “excuse” when I put your ass through this table!

Valdez gets to his feet, leaning down and hauling Jackal to his feet once more. Jackal, however, quickly lunges forward as Valdez lifts him, slamming the top of his head into the gut of Valdez. Valdez stumbles back, and Jackal quickly swings his foot into the right knee of Valdez. Valdez collapses onto one knee, and Jackal ducks under Valdez, screaming loudly as he forces the giant form onto his shoulders. Jackals knees buckle under the weight, but he swiftly falls to the side, slamming the head and neck of Valdez into the mat with a Death Valley Driver. The crowd jump out of their seats and roar in amazement at Jackals accomplishment!

Gibson: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! JACKAL JUST NAILED THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ONTO VALDEZ!!

Xplode: All that weight on his shoulders and he wasn’t turned into a pancake??! This kids got chops!

Gibson: And if he can do that, that means the Demon Driver is now a very, very legitimate threat to Valdez!

Both men are lying on the mat, out of it. Valdez is clutching his head in his arms, while Jackal lies there, rubbing his right shoulder in pain. The referee stands over both men, raising his hands

1!.........2!...........3!..............4!

Jackal slowly rolls onto his stomach, starting to crawl towards the lower-right turnbuckle of the ring. Valdez is still down, cradling his head.

5!.............6!............7!--

Jackal grabs the second rope, pulling himself to his feet and causing the referee to break the count. Jackal turns to face inside the ring, hopping onto the second rope. He watches as Valdez starts to look around, dazed but slowly gathering his senses. This causes Jackal to quickly hop onto the top rope, pointing at Valdez before jumping forward, flipping backwards in mid-air and hitting Valdez with a perfectly-executed Shooting Star Press. He quickly hits the cover

1…..2…..KICK OUT!

Valdez pushes Jackal off of him, and Jackal slaps the mat in frustration, looking up at the referee and getting to his feet. He thrusts three fingers into the referees face, yelling and cursing at him. The referee responds by shouting back, holding up two fingers. Valdez quickly spots his opportunity, grabbing the hips of Jackal and rolling him up into a cover.

1…2—KICK OUT!

Jackal delivers a swift forearm to the temple of Valdez, sending him onto his rear. Jackal rolls backwards, running at Valdez and kicking him quickly in the chest, sending the giant onto his back. Jackal quickly grasps the legs of Valdez, raising them and locking his leg between them, shifting the giant onto his back and locking in a Sharpshooter! Valdez arches his back, eyes clenched as he howls in pain. Jackal pulls back on the legs, yelling loudly as he does.

Gibson: He’s got it locked in! Sharpshooter! Sharpshooter!

Xplode: C’mon Valdez! You can do better than this!

The referee rushes over, checking up on Valdez whose back is starting to arch and tighten as Jackal pulls on the legs, throwing a few fists into the right kneecap of Valdez. Valdez’s expression changes suddenly from intense pain to intense determination as he slams his hands into the mat, pushing up with a powerful force that forces Jackal to stand slightly as he executes the move. Jackal throws a more swift blows into the kneecap of Valdez, who is now pushing up and down with his arms. Jackal pushes down, keeping the hold tightened. Valdez, however, quickly lunges forward, executing a forward roll with his legs clutched around Jackals left leg, sending the left leg smashing violently into the mat as Valdez rolls through, with Jackals head hitting off the bottom rope. Jackal howls in pain, clutching his head as Valdez gets to his feet uneasily, wobbling slightly.

Gibson: What a way to break the move!

Xplode: Look at him! The damage has been done!

Valdez looks down at Jackal, waiting for him to get to his feet. Jackal slowly sits up, climbing onto one knee, but Valdez leans down, thrusting his shoulders under Jackals body and lifting him into a Samoan Drop position. Jackal quickly thrusts an elbow into the cheek of Valdez, sliding behind his back..

Thinking quickly, lifts Valdez up for the DVD! (Death Valley Driver), only to have Valdez power out of it! Jackal is caught reeling in shock as Valdez boots him in the gut, only to lift him high in the air and plant him with the "Burrito Bomb"! (Batista Bomb). Not wanting to take chances, Valdez lifts Jackal up one more time, and performs his finisher once more, covering for the pin..

1..
2...
Three!


Skye: Your winner.... AJ VALDEZ!

Valdez rolls over and celebrates in the ring! He is hopping around like he just won a world championship!

Xplode: Hey look, the idiot just won his first match! I didn't see that coming at all!

Gibson: What a start to a guaranteed amazing pay per view AJ Valdez has won his his first match, defeating a very focused Jackal. We will be back after these messages. DON'T WALK AWAY!!

[primetime]

It was an event that once defined the EUW. History has been made, champions have been crowned.. and legacies forged. On April 3rd, the EUW returns to it's roots... and prepares to introduce Japan to extreme action!



Back 2 Roots 2011
Live from Tokyo, Japan.
April 3rd on PPV


Where will you be?

[primetime]

The crowd begins to boo loudly now as Chad Kennedy emerges from the entrance. He is greeted with a hail of boos as he walks gingerly down the ramp way and into the ring. Skye lowers the ropes by sitting upon them as he enters, microphone in hand. Pacing around the ring, Chad smiles.

Xplode: Our resident asshole is in the house. How nice. I wonder what that little shit has to say now..

Gibson: Careful, X. He is the boss after all.

Xplode: The boss of you, maybe. Kirk Kennedy still signs my checks..

Chad Kennedy clears his throat now but the boos still keep on coming. He is patient though as he waits for the fans to get it all out.

Chad: Go head, say your peace. No one will ever say that Chad Kennedy is not a man of the people.

The fans boo loudly yet again.

Xplode: Give me a break..

Smiling, Chad begins to speak yet again. He is dressed in a sharp black suit.

Chad: First of all, welcome to Blood Red Horizons! It’s just another show that my regime have brought to you. Oh, and it’s sold out. None of the other past owners could ever claim to get my kind of ratings. Not Warrior, nor Vincent Ellis.. No one. Not even.. My father. Anyway, I have some important news to bring to you all today. Over the last few months, I have been speaking to a certain.. Mystery guest. That mystery guest holds all the cards in the EUW’s future. He has advised me that in order to bring you all the level of entertainment that I have been, I would need a bit more security when it comes to my place in the EUW. I mean, we wouldn’t want my father screwing things up with his “Do you want to be a champion” business do we?

The crowd begins to chant “KIRK KIRK KIRK KIRK!”

Chad: Cute. Anyway, after a bit of work, I managed to get a pretty good relationship with the board of directors. You see, while my father is the 50% owner of the company, the board owns the other half. Well.. Not anymore. Why am I saying this to you guys though when I can say it to the man himself. Dad, I know you’re here. Come on down and let’s discuss.. Business.

There is no response at all from the backstage area. The crowd begins to chant once again. “KIRK KIRK KIRK KIRK KIRK!”

Chad: Yeah, I didn’t think so. You see, for some reason, my father’s plane never made it to the arena. It seems he had a .. lay over. So, he will not be making it tonight. With that being said-

Suddenly, the videotron springs to life! The crowd cheers loudly!

Kirk: Hello, Son.

Chad: Dad?

Gibson: Give that boy a spanking!

Kirk: I been wanting to speak to you. What is this nonsense, boy?

Chad: Well Dad, I been making some changes.

Kirk: Changes? I hired you to carry on the EUW way… not YOUR way. Effective immediately, you’re FIRED!

The crowd cheers loudly!

Kirk: Get out of my arena!

Chad: Um.. Dad? I don’t think so. As of 6 am this morning, the board felt you were a liability to the company. You know, with the court case and all. Bad Press, I am sure you understand. By the way, how is my friend, Ash? I will have to remember to thank him for getting you out of my hair.

Kirk: What?!

Chad: The board have given me power of attorney. That means that I also am 50% owner of the EUW. You taught me well.. Dad. Too Well. I am going to run you out of town. The EUW will die with you and in it’s place will rise something much greater. Let me introduce you to my new business partner. You should know him well.

“Land of Confusion” by Disturbed begins to play as Mark Rivera steps out unto the stage area! The crowd screams in negativity as he smiles.

Xplode: Oh no… Not again.

Gibson: But he was.. Fired?

Walking towards the ring, Mark Rivera grins brightly as he slides under the bottom rope and embraces Chad Kennedy. He then raises a microphone to his lips.

Rivera: Hey Kirk! How have you been?

Kirk: RIVERA! I SWEAR! I WILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU NEVER-

Rivera: Calm down, big guy! You already lost your hair. Who knows what could go next! Your son has been good to me. I can hardly believe that you two are related. I told you long ago, my Asylum will never die. It has always lived on.. Inside of me. Starting Next week, the EUW will share the air waves.. With the ASYLUM! This time, I put the EUW down for the three count.. And you with it.

Chad: Sorry, Dad. I am making my own path now.

Kirk: Tonight.. Is your night. Trust me when I say this, Son. Mark Rivera will toss you aside as soon as you are no longer needed. You are dealing with the Devil.

The crowd boos loudly as Mark Rivera responds..

Rivera: I may be the Devil…. But I am a man of my word.

The feed switches to Kirk Kennedy elsewhere inside of his office. His monitor shuts off as he pounds his fist hard upon the desk before him.

“You going to be okay, boss?”

Looking over to his right, Kirk smiles as he sees Roy Viper leaning against the wall..

Kirk: It is just as you been telling me, Roy. My son has become power hungry. He has no idea that I am here.. Or about you. I would dare say, things are perfectly under control. With Rivera back, I think it is best for them to think I am still far away until I can figure this out. GO head out for your match, Roy.. and show them what the EUW is all about.

Roy: Bet on it!

[primetime]

Singles Match
Pin Fall or Submission
Roy Viper vs. Eddie Laurel

Xplode: Now for the next match of the evening. We get to see the poetic idiot, Eddie Laurel square off against a dude who really likes snakes.

Gibson: You mean, Roy Viper.

Xplode: Yes. GI JOE.

Skye: And now for the next match. It is scheduled for one fall. Coming out first, Eddie Laurel!

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

Skye: And his opponent.. Roy 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. After shaking a few fans hands, or ignoring the fans depending on current character, Roy runs to the ring and slides in before walking to the corner and mounts the ropes before laying down across the corner waiting for his target to enter.

Both men stare at one another. Viper seems emotionless as he watches Diabolik prepare for the match. The bell is rung, and Viper is at Laurel like a bat out of hell! With ferocious kicks, he strikes Laurel, catching him completely off of his game. Laurel backs up, doing this best to block the strikes but he has no chance.

Viper then backs up, and rushes Laurel with a knee strike that drives the pet into the turnbuckle hard, sending him down to the mat. Viper backs up to raise one arm and point it at the EUW logo, before rushing the downed Laurel once again with a knee strike to the head!

Gibson: Look at Viper, he is making a statement out there tonight!

Xplode: The gesture to the EUW logo says it all… he wants to be the best that there is. At all costs. GO GI JOE!

Viper pulls Laurel out of the corner, using a Irish Whip. Laurel runs to the ropes and bounces off, only to leap frog over Viper and drop kick him right after! Viper falls face first to the floor as Laurel shakes off the cobwebs! Grabbing Viper by the arm, Laurel tugs on him but Viper counters with a submission attempt! Laurel, highly agile, contorts his body into a fast roll up pin attempt!!

1..
2...
Viper kicks out!

Both men scramble to their feet with Laurel striking first. He uses an arm drag takedown to bring Viper to the mat, only to have Viper counter with a head scissor takedown after. Viper than applies the pressure with the scissors, doing his best to cut off the air of Eddie Laurel!

Gibson: There is a good amount of wrestling skill happening in that ring. I am impressed!

Xplode: (Snoring.)

Laurel manages to place a foot on the bottom rope, breaking up the submission. After a fair bit of urging, Viper lets go of the hold, rolling over unto his feet. Laurel backs away coughing. Using the ropes as a brace, he catches his breath, only to dive out of the way as Viper attempts a big boot! Viper only finds air as his boot goes over the top rope painfully!

Crawling away, Eddie sets himself up in the corner, waiting for Viper to regain himself! Viper drags his boot off of the top rope and turns around with a slight limp. Laurel charges him, launching into the air with a shining wizard! Viper somehow catches him though in mid air, planting Laurel down hard with a power bomb!!! The crowd gasps as Laurel lands flat on his back with a loud thud! Viper crumbles exhaustively to the side.

Gibson: Great ring awareness from Viper there! Very impressive!

Xplode: Now he needs to get up off of his ass and end this match. Laurel will if he doesn’t..

Wiping his hair out of his eyes, Viper pulls himself up to his feet. Grabbing Eddie’s feet, he drags him to center ring and turns him over for the Texas Clover Leaf! Laurel counters though by kicking Viper off of him! Viper tries to react but is grabbed from behind by a rejuvenated Eddie Laurel! Twisting Roy up, he drops down hard with a neck breaker, following it up with a pin attempt!

1..
2.….
Viper kicks out!

Sitting up, Laurel is irate! Yanking on his hair, Laurel raises to his feet.. Or tries to.. As Viper springs ot life and drags him back down! Locking Laurel up, Viper applies the STF, as Laurel screams in agony! The crowd cheers loudly as Viper applies the pressure!

Laurel holds up his hand to reach the ropes….

Viper leans back further…..

Laurel begins to tap out furiously!!!

Skye: Your winner.. Roy Viper!!!

Roy finally releases Laurel and sits up in victory.

Gibson: Roy really shined tonight. Very good showing by both men here. That match could have gone either way!

Xplode: Hey man, did you fart?

Gibson: NO!

Roy is seen with his hands raised in victory. Behind him, Sarah points and claps in his direction... As the feed fades out..

[primetime]

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLL MY EX’S LIVE IN TEXAS!!!!”

The crowd begins to cheer loudly! Coming into view is Chuck Johnson. He is seen sitting on the couch with a rather large bottle of beer in his hand. Sitting next to him is an Ipod. Strangely.. It is turned off. Walking into the room is Jack Bull. He smiles and then looks at Chuck with a confused stare.

Bull: Hey Buck, shouldn’t you turn on the toons before you sing them?

CJ: I can’t figure that shit out. My Girl gave me that contraption for Christmas. It’s a rip off. How in the hell do I get my cassette tapes to work with that thing?!

Bull: Cassette tapes? Man, I haven’t seen one of those in over 7 years. That things uses MP3’s man.

Chuck looks up at Bull weirdly, before standing up. The crowd cheers once again.

CJ: MP-What?!! Hell man, as far as I am concerned, this machine is only good for one thing!

Chuck then throws the Ipod out the door, nailing Marcus Puzzo right on the head! The crowd begins to laugh as Marcus rubs his head and walks away!

CJ: You ready for tonight? You got yourself one hell of a match to prepare for.

Bull: Count on it, man! What about you? Danny Tenfold is no cake walk.

CJ: I don’t each much cake. So it don’t mean a thing. Tonight, I am going out there and unleashing a tall glass of redneck justice!

The two men exchange a handshake, and then CJ leaves the room. After a quick moment, Jack Bull walks out into the hallway and picks up the Ipod. He flips the power button only to cringe when the music begins to play..

Bull: KENNY G??!!! You gotta be kidding me.

[primetime]

A large man enters through the arena parklinglot exit. His long trench coat slides along the floor as he glides along, staring ahead through strands of long black hair. As he enters the backstage area, Jack Rodgers rushes to his side, driving a microphone in his face. The large man does not seem amused at all..

Rodgers: Brett Cross?!! Can I got a few words from you? Tonight, you stand to face 415 in a mead hall brawl. How can-

Cross: DO NOT SAY THE NAME 415 AROUND ME FOR THAT IS THE NAME OF MY INNER TURMOIL! I stand on hollowed ground, in the lands of my people.. Norway.

The crowd instantly cheers now, stomping their feet as Brett Cross closes his eyes and takes it all in.

Cross: For the blood of my forefathers shed their innocence, lest it be known.. THAT A WARRIOR STOOD WITH NO CONTEMPT! A POWER OF A GOD WILL BE MINE ONCE MORE.. Lest victory be assured.

Rodgers: Aren’t you bothered at all by the chance of the Puzzo Nation being involved?

Brett repositions himself and begins to speak again.

Cross: 415 may bring his army with him, but they will never strike fear in Brett Cross! I shall summon the energies of these lands and bring down the hammer upon 415, ending his pitiful career.. Once and for all.

Brett Cross walks away now, leaving Jack Rodgers alone.

Rodgers: This is Jack Rodgers.. EUW.

[primetime]

Singles Match
One Fall to a finish
(Winner is new number one contender for the Pure Title)
Chuck Johnson vs. Danny Tenhold

Gibson: Our next match pits two men against one another for the chance at the EUW Pure Championship! Since these two men have arrived in the EUW, it has been no holds barred! Danny Tenfold and Chuck Johnson has created quite a track record of wins, and now those tracks are set to meet one another to decide who moves forward for championship gold!

Xplode: Did you think that up yourself?

Gibson: Yes, I did. Pretty good, huh?

Xplode: No. Let me show you how it is done. Danny Tenfold, the EUW’s resident pretty boy will step in the ring with the retarded redneck, Chuck Johnson. Now, we all know since I retired that the EUW is in dire need of talent. Sadly, they are stuck with chumps like these two. You see how that is done?

Gibson: Sadly.. I did. Let’s get to Skye where she waits to begin the match..

The feed cuts to Skye. Her dress sparkles under the arena lights as she accepts the microphone that is lowered before her.

Skye: The nest match is scheduled for one fall. The winner will be the number one contender to the EUW Pure Championship! Coming to the ring first.. Danny Tenfold!!

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

Gibson: You know, I see big things in Tenfold. He may be new but he seems to exhibit the qualities needed to get the job done.

Xplode: You see big things? Quit looking at his dick.

Gibson: Oh my..

Skye: And his opponent. Chuck.. Johnson!

The crowd goes absolutely bananas as Chuck Johnson arrives on the stage. Waves of people shout at CJ, offering their support as “Whup a Man’s ass” by Trace Adkins blares to life. Dressed in a pair of black trunks and a black leather vest, CJ stomps down the ramp way and up the metal steps at ringside, never missing a beat.

Gibson: Listen to this crowd out here. I haven’t seen this type of support since the days of your brother.

Xplode: I will admit, it’s scary. If Chuck can get the job done here tonight, we may be looking at the future of the EUW. Let’s not sell Danny short though. We have seen him pull off some amazing things in the ring.

With both fisted hands raised above his head, CJ circles the ring, only to stop and go nose to nose with Danny Tenfold! Danny does not back down, but does look quite uncomfortable. After a bit of shit talking, CJ backs up, looking at the fans around the arena.

He then pulls back and nails Tenfold!

Tenfold is sent flying backwards into the nearby corner of the ring as CJ presses the attack with a flurry of left and right tightly packed fists! Tenfold is caught reeling now as CJ backs up, pointing at the fans and receiving a huge pop in return. CJ then turns to Tenfold, only to receive a double kick to the jaw! Tenfold grips both of the top ropes, and uses them as leverage for another strike right after!

Xplode: And the war begins. This will come down to who wants it more to be honest.

Gibson: Agreed.

CJ backs up holding his jaw with one hand as Danny Tenfold shakes off the cobwebs. Tenfold then rushes CH to perform a bulldog when CJ turns around suddenly, using a variation of the power slam in reaction. Tenfold bounce on the mat hard as both men come down upon the mat. CJ mounts Tenfold now, driving his knuckles into his chin as the bell is finally rung.

The ref approaches CJ, asking him to get up from Tenfold. Backing up, CJ raises one hand in victory as Tenfold slowly gets back to his feet. He looks over at CJ, and nods in respect.

Gibson: Look at that! After getting attacked so furiously, Tenfold still offers respect to Chuck Johnson!

Xplode: Yeah. Pussy move if you ask me.

Patting his legs off, Tenfold hops around the ring as CJ watches him curiously. Both men finally lock up once more, only to have CJ slide Tenfold in to a headlock position. Tenfold reverses the lock into an arm lock though. After a brief moment, CJ reverses the arm lock into an arm lock of his own! As the crowd cheers, Tenfold flips over, reverses the arm lock and sending CJ to the mat below!

CJ scrambles to his feet now, only to receive a drop kick from Tenfold! Tenfold takes advantage of the opportunity by running to the nearby ropes and launching into the air with great agility! He lands on CJ, causing both of them to tumble to the mat below. Tenfold then hooks the leg for the pin!

1..
CJ kicks out!

Gibson: There is the first pin attempt of the match. Tenfold is obviously trying to catch CJ off guard there..

Xplode: It’s called being desperate. It’s either that or he just plain out shits his pants and sends the arena in to an up-roar.

Tenfold rolls away, timing CJ perfectly. As CJ rises to his feet, Danny rushes him, locking in the Suplex attempt. CJ elbows Tenfold away, attempting to break up the attack. Tenfold counters this though by Irish Whipping CJ to the ropes, nailing the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker shortly after!! The crowd cheers as CJ tumbles to the mat, holding his lower spine. Tenfold does not let up though, quickly rushing to CJ’s back and unleashing some hellish kicks to his spine! With a wrench of the neck, Tenfold locks in a chin hold.

Gibson: We are seeing some impressive wrestling here out of Danny Tenfold. Dare I say, he is outclassing Chuck Johnson?

Xplode: Chuck is not really a mat fighter. Going this route with Tenfold is just stupid. What CJ needs to do is turn the match into an all out brawl. He has the edge when it comes to throwing punches. Right now, he is just plain out being out classed.

Tenfold continues to hold on to the wear down maneuver as CJ screams in agony. The crowd begins to cheer loudly, repeatedly yelling out..

“HAIL THE ALE! HAILE THE ALE! HAIL THE ALE!!”

Pumping his fist, CJ begins to gather himself. Tenfold drives his knee into the spine of CJ to stop the effort. Finally, CJ twists around and low blows Tenfold! As Tenfold falls to his knees, he looks up only to see Johnson offering him the middle finger! Both men begin to exchange blows from a kneeling position until Tenfold finally gives in, being hit with a hard right hand! Both men quickly rush to their feet.

CJ is on the attack now as he scoops up Tenfold, falling back with a backdrop! He rolls over quickly now, bringing Tenfold to his feet. With a sharp twist, he flips Tenfold over and nails a piledriver! Tenfold flops to the mat hard! CJ sits up, taking in a deep breath. He then covers Tenfold for the pin attempt.

1..
2.…
Tenfold places his boot upon the lower rope to break up the pin!

Gibson: That is some great ring awareness from Tenfold!

Xplode: It’s called cheating, dumbass. Why am I sitting here with you?

Gibson: Because the chicks dig me.

CJ rolls over, but not before stomping Tenfold hard! He grabs the head of Tenfold and helps him to his feet. Tenfold suddenly springs to life, grabbing CJ around the head and dropping to his knees, perfectly using a chin breaker upon the redneck! CJ stumbles backwards hard as Tenfold clumsily rises to his feet. Looking up, Tenfold smiles as he sprints, popping Chuck Johnson with the shining wizard! CJ falls to the mat hard!

Pointing to the turnbuckle, Tenfold signals for the end as he runs in it’s direction. With one effortless leap, he is perched on top, hands raised. The fans begin to cheer as Tenfold prepares to unleash the Killswitch Tengage!

Gibson: This is it! If Danny nails this move it is all over!

CJ slowly rolls over unto his back, breathing hard! Danny launches into the air now, performing a complete flip…

And lands on the raised knees of Chuck Johnson!!

Xplode: Holy shit! That worked against him!

Danny Tenfold rolls around holding his rib cage. To his side, CJ still is seen lying upon his back and catching his breath. Fighting off the pain valiantly, Tenfold slowly gets back to his feet. He walks over to CJ and grabs him around his bald head. Bringing him to his feet, Danny flips an arm over his shoulder to prepare for a dragon suplex! He performs it perfectly! Not letting go, he rolls the both of them over and repeats the move once again! Finally, he covers for the pin..

1..
2.…
CJ kicks out!

Danny is frustrated now, as he shoves CJ down into the mat even harder with his forearm.

1..
2.…
CJ kicks out yet again!

Gibson: There is no giving up in the man! Chuck Johnson has come so far to get to this big stage. So far, victory at a pay per view has eluded him. Tonight, he will be damned if he will go down easy!

Rising to his knees, Danny wipes off his sweat with the back of his hand. He then helps Chuck to his feet as both men rises up once more. With a hard Irish Whip, he sends Chuck into the ropes. As Chuck returns, Danny bends over for the body flip only to be kicked in the head by a worn down Chuck Johnson! Danny gathers himself quickly though, countering the follow up strike from CJ and elbowing CJ in the face after! He then tries once again as he attempts to Irish Whip CJ once more!

CJ plants his foot down, stopping the whip. He counters with a whip of his own, sending Danny into the ropes hard! To the awe of the crowd, Danny somehow launches into the air, landing on the second rope! He steadies himself a moment, and then flips backwards into the air!!!

Gibson: HOLY SHIT!!! LOOK AT HIM FLY!

Coming down, Danny lands on his feet as CJ side steps the attack. With a smile, CJ proceeds to kick Danny in the gut, arching him forward! Then, with a twist of the head, he nails his finisher.. “The Hangover”! (Stone Cold Stunner) Danny flops to the mat below, bouncing around a bit before coming up on his back. CJ falls backwards on to the ropes, smiling in relief.

GIBSON: THE HANGOVER!! CJ HAS HIT THE HANGOVER!!

Pointing to the fans, CJ then walks up to Tenfold and drops down on him for the pin..

1..
2.….
Three!!

Skye: Your winner.. The new number one contender for the Pure Title.. Chuck Johnson!

The crowd literally explodes into cheers as the building begins to shake! CJ rolls off of Tenfold, whispering something into his ear. He then rises to his feet and stares out at the fans around him. He raises both hands in victory as “Whup a man’s ass” by Trace Adkins begins to play. Asking for a microphone, CJ raises it to his lips as the music slowly fades out.

Gibson: What’s this?

Xplode: No fucking clue. I guess someone has to tell that idiot that he should leave now..

CJ: Aw hell, was that one hell of a match or what??!!

The crowd begins to cheer loudly!

CJ: That boy, Danny Tenfold, just gave me one hell of a match and for that.. He has my respect. You know, all of you fans who cheer me on have become like my second family out here. We are.. Sort of a team I guess. I just wanted to thank you for that. I am not a man of many words so I will just say. Hail the Ale!

“HAIL THE ALE! HAIL THE ALE! HAIL THE ALE!!”

CJ: That being said, it’s time that we go get ourselves some championship gold. For now though, we got some celebrating to do! Danny, I promised you a beer so why don’t you pick yourself up and let’s go crack open a few in the back!

Danny rolls over and nods. Rising to his feet, he approaches CJ and offers his hand in friendship. The two shake hands as “Whup a man’s ass” plays once again. Both men play to the crowd in the ring.

Gibson: Hell of an ending there.

Xplode: Please don’t start talking like that idiot?

Gibson: (laughing) We will be back after these messages..

[primetime]

The camera cuts to the coridoor deep within in the arena. Mr. Luck and Big Dave are already walking down the coridoor with Zack Cornell in two. Sarah Thompson quickly rushes into the frame, clutching a microphone.

Thompson: Las Vegas Commission! Can I have a word?!

Mr. Luck throws up an arm, causing Dave and Zack to stop suddenly. Thompson stands to the side of Luck, who grasps the hand which holds the microphone tightly, pulling it towards him.

Luck: To all the peasants working their pathetic little blue-collar jobs for minimum wage..To all the toothless little Norwegian farmers toiling away in the fields..To all the Norwegian fishermen toiling away in awful weather for scraps..To all my American brethren, from toothless, retarded Texan rednecks to the self-worshiping brainless dolts living in New York, I have only this to say: The Las Vegas Commission are going to become your Tag Team Champions tonight, and there is nothing you can do about it. I know there is chatter about tonight's match being a case of 'Who do you hate more?', and if that's the case, then boo us. Boo your superiors. I don't want you peasants to like me, I want you to hate me. I want you all to hate my guts. After tonight? It won't matter.

Dave himself grasps Thompsons hand, pulling her forcefully towards him. She stumbles forward as Dave lifts the mic to his mouth.

Dave: Ambrose and Fallen One, we may be partners of the New Empire, but tonight there will be no mercy. The New Empire might be bringing home the gold as one entity, but it will end up belonging to only one team, and The Las Vegas Commission won't be leaving Norway as the team without the gold.

Dave pushes Thompson hands aside, sending her stumbling off camera to a rain of vicious boos and jeers from the Norwegian crowd as Dave, Luck and Cornell continue walking down the corridor.

[primetime]

Mead Hall Brawl Match
No DQ
Brett Cross vs. 415

Gibson: Here we go, the Mead Hall Brawl is about to start, and as you can see, the crew have already set up the surrounding for what ought to be a violent brawl..

Xplode: Cross calls this home. He’s insane.

Two heavy wooden doors, forming an arch, descend from the rafters and sit over the entrance curtain on the stage. A few crew members run onto the stage, grasping the doors and pulling them open just wide enough for Cross and 415 to enter with a resounding creek, causing the crowd to cheer. On either side of the doors, covering the sides of the stage, are a set of walls, erected and made to look like an old-fashioned hut which a Viking might have lived in centuries ago, complete with ornate drinking horns hanging from the walls, as well as two large Viking shields, each painted black and with a white symbol of Mjolnir on them, hanging either side of the door.

The camera pans to the ring, where a table has been set up with four stools on either side. On this table are several wooden mugs of mead, and in the center is a roasted pig, laying on a silver platter with an emerald apple jammed into its mouth. Outside the ring and around the crowd barriers, several Nordic items have been scattered around: The camera pans across a iron Viking helmet, the heavy maple shaft of a battle axe and an iron gauntlet to name just a few.

Gibson: As you can see folks, the Mead Hall Brawl is no laughing matter. This match is designed for one reason: To allow the wrestlers imaginations to run wild with how they beat the living crap out of each other.

Xplode: I want some pork chops, but if I step in that ring, Cross might eat me.

A tense silence fills the arena as a referee dashes down the ramp, sliding into the ring.

Gibson: The rules of this match are simple: Pinfall or submission. No disqualifications, no count-outs. You simply have to beat your opponent senseless using the array of weapons around and in the ring, and get them to either tap or put their shoulder to the mat for a three-count. Simple as that.

The silence continues until the lights dim into a dark shade of purple, causing a venomous chorus of boos and jeers to pour from the crowd as “Rock Superstar” by Cypress Hill starts to play. 415 walks out through the doors on the stage, turning around and glancing at the weapons. He shakes his head, turning back around and walking down the ramp. A Norwegian fan leans over the barrier, aiming a slap at 415 who turns around, giving him the finger which the fan swiftly returns. 415 quickly pulls his hand back, causing the fan to flinch and 415 points at him, laughing loudly before walking down to the ring to the tune of louder jeers.

Skye: Introducing first, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds..FOUR! ONE! FIVE!!!

Skyes introductions is barely audible over the boos and jeers of the crowd as 415 walks down the ramp with his middle finger held high to the fans. He slides into the ring, laughing at the crowd as he walks over to the top-left corner, walking around the large table with a sneer on his face and turning around, folding his arms.

Gibson: Well, he’s got a challenge on his hands tonight.

Xplode: Of course he does! He’s fighting a Viking in a Mead Hall Brawl! It won’t exactly be easy, will it Rock?!

The intro of “The Chariot” by Firewind begins to blare out of the PA system, causing the Norwegian crowd to jump to their feet and let loose a giant roar of cheers as a golden waterfall of sparks starts to shower over the two large doors.

Gibson: Holy shit! The crowd are raising the roof here!

The cheers somehow get louder as Cross walks out from underneath the shower of sparks, arms raised as he walks onto the stage. He looks around at the doors, the walls, the shields and the horns, nodding to himself before turning his head to the ramp, giving a deep breath out and starting to stomp swiftly down to the ramp, Norwegian fans leaning over the barrier and slapping the arms and back of one of their most favourite superstars.

Skye: His opponent, standing in at six feet and ten inches, weighing in at three hundred and thirty six pounds..THE GOD OF MIDGAARD! THE NORSE HAMMER!! PLEASE WELCOME, BRETT CROOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

Cross walks up the ring steps and climbs through the ropes, walking towards the middle of the ring and in front of the table, spreading his arms wide in the symbol of the cross to the chorus of wild cheers. Cross grasps his model of the Hammer Mjolnir from around his neck, walking over to the lower left turnbuckle, kissing it and wrapping it around the turnbuckle. He turns around, walking over to the table and grasping a mug of mead, tilting his head back and draining the contents before throwing it down to the mat and slipping out of his fur trench coat, kicking it under the bottom rope, pounding his massive chest and pointing at 415. “The Chariot” cuts from the PA system, and the referee points at the timekeeper.


DING! DING! DING!

415 grasps a mug of mead, quickly lunging forward and throwing the contents into the face of Cross, soaking his hair and beard. Cross simply frowns, looking even angrier as he runs his hand down his face and into his beard. 415 looks around desperately for another weapon, before glancing down at the mug in his hand and hurling it at Cross. The mug hits Cross square in the chest, but it simply bounces off of the Norse Hammers impressive chest. Cross finally moves, starting to make his way around the table. 415 responds by hopping onto the table, running at Cross and leaping off, locking his legs around his neck and spinning, sending the giant to the outside with a well executed Hurracanrana! Cross leans against the crowd barrier, shaking off the effects as several fans pat his arms, pointing at 415. Cross leans down, grasping the iron Viking helmet and slotting it over his head, tapping the cap and the eye guards into position before sliding into the ring. 415 quickly slides out of the ring, causing the crowd to jeer loudly.

Gibson: And 415 is getting out of there. Good strategy?

Xplode: If your idea of a good strategy is pissing off a Viking, then I guess so?

415 simply waves off Cross and puts his hands on his hips, walking around the ring and starting to head up the entrance ramp. The crowds jeers turn venomous, but 415 simply blanks them. Cross, however, slides out of the ring, running towards 415. 415 turns around, and is met with a vicious headbutt by Cross wearing the helm! 415 is flattened onto the ramp, arms splayed as Cross raises his arms, letting loose a huge roar and placing his foot on the chest of 415!

1….2..KICK OUT!

415 shoves Cross’s foot off of his chest, grasping the furred boot and starting to pull at the leg of Cross. Cross uneasily hops onto his left leg, which allows 415 to pull at the leg, tripping the giant up and sending him onto his back. 415 quickly clambers to his feet, looking up at the entrance way and the doors that stand there. He glances at the horns and shields with his hands on his hips, mulling over which weapon to choose. As he does, however, Cross wastes no time in getting to his feet, walking over to 415 and looping an arm around his gut and lifting him up. 415s eyes widen, and he thrusts several elbows into the behemoths side, only for Cross to shrug and slam down 415 onto the metal ramp with a Sidewalk Slam. 415s back convulses as the move hits, allowing Cross time to get to his feet and walk over to the doorways over the curtain, looking to the right at a large shield. He walks over to it, jumping slightly and grasping the metal rim, pulling it free from the display and looking down at it. A rare sight occurs: A grin peers across the face of Cross as he stares at the shield.

Gibson: Nothing but bad intentions in the mind of Cross now!

Xplode: Good! This is what we pay to see! FUCK HIM UP, CROSS!

Cross loops the shield around his left arm, walking down the ramp towards 415 who is now sitting up. Seeing the behemoth carrying the shield, he quickly backs down the ramp and to ringside, hopping up and sliding under the bottom rope. Cross dashes towards the ring apron, but 415 rebounds with amazing speed off the opposite ropes, running and diving down, slamming the shield into the arm and body of Cross with a devastating Baseball Slide. Cross is sent tumbling backwards, and 415 takes the time to quickly slide out of the ring, ignoring the usual weapons and throwing up the ring apron, pulling out a steel chair much to the chagrin of the crowd, who jeer loudly. 415 flips the bird to them, sliding into the ring at the same time as Cross. Cross gets onto one knee, but 415 swiftly slams the chair into his skull with a resounding crash. 415 throws the chair onto the chest of Cross, walking over to the wooden table and grasping the suckling pig, lifting it up and also throwing it down onto Cross, swiping the mugs from the table and sending mead flowing across the mat. The crowd cheers wildly as Cross stands up, arms around the suckling pig. 415 turns around, only for Cross to lift the pig and thrust the hollow carcass over 415, pulling it down so far that 415s head splits the head of the pig into two. 415 looks around, trapped and helpless as Cross starts to deliver thunderous punches into the gut of the now-trapped 415.

Xplode: He’s beating him like a stuck pig!

Gibson: Wow, that was bad.

Cross delivers a final, thunderous fist into the gut of 415, sending him collapsing helplessly onto the mat. Cross grasps the stomach of the pig, pulling it open and freeing 415, but not before grasping a chunk of greasy meat and thrusting it into his mouth, chewing away as he gives a few stomps the head of 415. He leans down, grasping a mug of mead and drains the few contents it still holds from being split before throwing the mug down, smashing it off of the head of 415. Cross wipes his hands on his chest, grabbing 415 by the throat and lifting him to his feet, only for 415 to bring a knee up roughly into the groin of Cross. The crowd groans in sympathetic pain as the eyes of Cross widen, only for 415 to push him away and jump forward, drop kicking him and sending him back into the ropes. Cross bounces off, stepping forward slightly and allowing 415 to flop down, hitting a Drop Toe Hold and sending the giants head onto the table. 415 quickly rushes over before Cross can fall, turning him around and leaning him against the table. 415 lifts the legs of Cross, sliding him onto the wooden table. He leans down, grasping the steel chair and smashing it over the chest of Cross before walking over to the turnbuckle, clutching it to his chest. He climbs onto the top rope and gives a determined look into the lens of the camera beneath him before back flipping off. 415 and the steel chair smash violently into Cross, sending the giant clean through the table! 415 rolls backwards from the impact, sliding away the chair and clutching his chest in pain as Cross lays still on the wreckage of the table.

Xplode: PIN HIM, DAMMIT! HE’S DOWN!

415 remains clutching his chest, but seeing Cross laying still motivates him to slowly roll to the side and onto all fours, crawling towards the fallen giant. He quickly lunges forward, covering Cross

1…….2…..-KICK OUT!!

Gibson: A millisecond away!

415 gets to his knees, clutching his head in frustration as he looks up at the referee. The referee holds up two fingers to 415, shrugging apologetically. 415 slaps the stomach of Cross, getting to his feet and sliding to the outside, looking around the floor of the ring. He takes a glance at the iron gauntlet lying at the foot of the crowd barrier, grasping it and pulling it over his right forearm, nodding to himself.

Gibson: And 415 has that gauntlet on!

Xplode: Vikings didn’t wear gauntlets, dumbass, they wore bracers. Fire the guy who thought of putting that out there!

415 slides into the ring. Cross is slowly sitting up out of the wreckage, but is sent down as 415 runs at him, diving forward and smashing his gauntlet-clad fist into the temple of Cross. 415 quickly goes for the cover

1….2…KICK OUT!

Cross pushes up with such strength that 415 is sent rolling off of the Viking. The Norwegian fans cheer as he does, and Cross sits up swiftly, an angry look on his face as he rubs his head. 415 isn’t deterred, and simply rushes over, punching Cross in the jaw roughly. Cross is sent backwards, and 415 rushes over to the turnbuckle, climbing up it with his back to the ring and steadying himself on the top rope. Cross slowly sits up as 415 backflips off, aiming a Moonsault at the behemoth. Cross gets forward onto one knee as 415 sails through the air and lands on his right shoulder. Cross simply weathers the weight of 415 coming down and wraps an arm around him, standing up with 415 draped over his shoulder.

Gibson: Cross has got 415 here!

Cross runs forward, hoping to nail an Oklahoma Slam, but 415 quickly pushes himself free from Cross, using the momentum to push Cross into the ropes. Cross turns around and 415 runs at him, only for Cross to lean down and grab the legs of 415, throwing him up and then pulling down on his legs, bringing the throat and chest of 415 over the ropes with a brutal Flapjack. 415 collapses to the floor, clutching his chest in agony as Cross stands over his chest, slamming both his hands into the throat of 415, lifting him violently into the air, and slamming him brutally onto the tables wreckage with a Two-Handed Chokeslam. He puts a foot on the chest of 415.

1……2….KICK OUT!

415 pushes the foot of Cross away, who walks over to an intact stool lying on its side. He grasps the stool by its four legs, raising it high and walking over to 415, who can only watch as Cross slams it down brutally onto the head of 415, splintering it into pieces. Cross, still holding a remnant of a shattered stool leg, kneels beside 415, pulling at his mask and bringing his head up, starting to brutally smash the leg into the head of 415 as the Norwegian crowds cheers start to get louder. One hit splinters the leg, and forces Cross to throw it down, letting 415s head fall weakly to the mat, a crimson rush of blood flowing down his mouth and chin as Cross lets go.

Xplode: Wow, Cross beat him into a bloody pulp, and these fans love it!

Gibson: Why isn’t Cross going for the pin?! In fact, where the hell is he going??

Cross slides out of the ring, walking around the outside of the ring with his head lowered and hands on his hips. As he walks in front of the barrier, the Norwegian fans lean over, patting the back of their hero as he walks around. 415 hasn’t move from the violent beating as Cross stops at the foot of the ring, leaning down and pulling up a mess of chainmail from the floor, shaking it out and revealing the shape of a chainmail tunic. Cross turns his head to 415, then to the chainmail tunic, before scrunching up the chainmail into a thick rope-like structure, sliding into the ring and slowly walking over to 415. Cross stands over 415, who quickly puts his arms behind him and kips up, using the force to dropkick Cross in his stomach and send him stumbling backwards! The crowd jeer loudly as 415 kips up a second time, landing on his feet and rushing at the behemoth with a renewed zeal! Cross drops the chainmail and 415 jumps up, locking his legs around his neck and swinging backwards. Cross slams his feet into the mat, keeping a heavy footing as 415 is flipped upside down, still hanging onto the neck of Cross. 415, however, grabs the fallen chainmail in both hands and uses his agility to bend backwards and flip up with the momentum, moving back into the Hurracanrana position and smashing the bundle of chainmail onto the skull of Cross! Cross begins to stumble slightly, and 415 starts to repeatedly slam the bundle of chainmail into the top of the skull of Cross! Cross keeps stumbling weakly, and 415 pushes himself off of Cross’s shoulders, looping his right arm around his head and spinning, driving the skull of Cross into a still-intact stool in the middle of the ring with a Spinning DDT!

Xplode: Holy fuck! 415s got some balls!

Cross collapses on his back, staring up at the rafters as 415 goes for another quick cover.

1…..2…….3-KICK OUT!!!!

Cross quickly shoves a shoulder up just a millisecond before the referee counts the full pin. 415 stares up at the referee, jumping to his feet and grasping him by the collar, shoving him into a corner. The referee huddles in the corner, holding up two fingers as 415 shoves him, yelling at his face.

Gibson: Focus 415! Focus! You almost had it!

Xplode: He’s losing his cool. Not a good way to win matches.

415 spits at the feet of the referee, turning around. Cross has got onto one knee, and 415 quickly kicks him in the side of the head. Cross slumps down slightly, still on one knee. He walks past Cross, sliding out of the ring and looking around the outside as fans jeer at him, some leaning over the barrier and yelling Nordic curse words into his ears. 415 ignores them, leaning down and picking up the maple shaft of the battle axe leant against the top-right turnbuckle post, swinging it like a bat and grinning, rolling into the ring. Cross has almost gotten to his feet, but 415 swiftly smashes the shaft into the back of the legs of Cross repeatedly, sending him to his knees. He then quickly swings it at the head of Cross, smashing it off the back of his head and sending him collapsing to his stomach. 415 nods, shaking his head rapidly and sending a few drops of blood onto the mat, walking over to the steel chair he used earlier and dragging it across the mat, slipping it under the head of Cross. The crowd boos violently as 415 raises the shaft high above his head before bringing it down, sandwiching the head of Cross between maple and steel.

Gibson: GOOD GOD! HE JUST SMASHED CROSS’S HEAD IN!!

Xplode: I am loving this new side of 415. THIS is the 415 who earned a World Championship shot at Prestige.

Cross rolls onto his back, blood flowing from a huge gash in his forehead. 415 quickly tosses the maple shaft down and slides onto Cross, hooking his leg.

1……2…..3-KICK OUT!!

Cross shoves an arm up barely a second before the referees hand comes down. 415 slams the mat repeatedly in sheer frustration, jumping to his feet and shoving the referee once more. Cross opens an eye, noticing 415 shoving the referee into the corner, but quickly closes it when 415 turns back around, grasping the beard of Cross and pulling violently. Cross sits up, only for 415 to go around his front, pulling back on his beard. Cross is slowly pulled to his feet, and 415 rebounds off the nearest set of ropes, hopping up and latching his legs around the neck of Cross. As 415 vaults back, Cross grasps the back of 415, pushing him back up and linking his arms around his waist. Before 415 can react, Cross runs forward, throwing 415 with a vicious Powerbomb which sees 415 fly over the ropes, over the crowd barrier and into the second row of fans! The fans are quick to avoid the collision though, which sees 415 crash into a pile of steel chairs instead!

Xplode: HOLY SHIT!
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Cross nods silently, climbing out onto the apron and hopping to the outside. 415 is lying in a crumpled heap in a pile of steel chairs with a circle of fans surrounding him, booing and jeering. Cross climbs with ease over the barricade and the fans part, allowing Cross to haul 415 up, dragging him over to the barrier and flipping him over, slamming his back onto the mats outside. Cross steps over the barrier, leaning down and grasping 415 by his mask, pulling him up. 415 quickly shoves Cross, slamming his back into the barrier and running around the ring, grasping the Viking shield which Cross had dropped when 415 executed the Baseball Slide. Cross quickly runs at him, and 415 throws the shield at him rim-first like a Frisbee. Cross grasps the rim of the shield, shoving it into the mouth of 415 and sending him collapsing backwards. Cross slides the shield into the ring, walking up the ramp with his hands on his hips and onto the stage.

Gibson: Cross isn’t even phased by the fact he’s been cut open.

Xplode: He’s a fucking monster, that’s why. They don’t call him the “God of Midgaard” for nothing.

Cross leans up onto one of the walls around the stage, pulling free one of the ornate drinking horns and turning around, dashing down the ramp as he notices that 415 has, in fact, managed to pull a table out from under the ring and slide it into the ring. 415 notices Cross running, and grasps the last intact stool, hurling it over the rope. Cross manages to sidestep as the stool splinters on the ramp, giving 415 enough time to pull open the legs and erecting the table in the middle of the ring. Cross slides into the ring, and 415 quickly dashes forward, starting to nail several forearms into his back. Cross simply shoves him into the table before smacking the embossed bronze cap of the drinking horn off of 415s head and sending him backwards onto the table. Cross leans down, pushing up the legs of 415 and laying him on the table, smashing the cap of the drinking horn off of his head again, only for 415 to quickly slide off the table and onto all fours. Cross walks around the table, leaning down, only for 415 to have grasped the bundle of chainmail and spin around, whipping it off the side of Cross’s head and sending him sprawled onto the table. 415 tosses down the chainmail, leaning down and grasping the legs of Cross, lifting and laying him on the table. He lets out a deep breath, climbing up the turnbuckle.

Gibson: Looks like 415 is hoping to put away Cross once and for all!

415 steadies himself on the turnbuckle, looking back at Cross and nodding before backflipping through the air. As 415 sails gracefully through the air, Cross’s arm leans from the table, grasping the Viking shield he had previously slid into the ring and lifting it up, pulling it across his body. 415 collides violently with the shield, his stomach hitting the iron boss in the center with incredible force and sending him flipping onto his back on the mat below. Cross walks over and leans down, hauling 415 onto his feet. He loops his right arm around the waist of 415, lifting him and twisting him in a gutwrench before slamming him through the table with a vicious Gutwrench Powerbomb! The crowd cheer ecstatically!

Gibson: And 415 goes through the table!

Xplode: 415 is fucked. To put it lightly.

The crowd continues to cheer as Cross lays the shield back-first over the chest of the fallen 415, climbing onto the apron and starting to ascend the turnbuckle.

Gibson: …Holy shit. Cross is going airborne!!

Xplode: No. No. No, there is no way Cross can do--

Cross, on the top rope, leaps off, and smashes both feet into the shield, splitting it into two with 415 underneath it. 415 shakes violently from the impact as Cross rolls sideway, grasping the ropes and pulling himself to his feet.

Xplode: Oh. My. God.

Gibson: 415s gotta be dead after that. There’s no way he can carry on after that.

Cross walks over to the fallen form of 415 who has now shoved the shield off of him and has rolled onto his stomach. Cross stands back, hands clasped together and signaling for the Hammer Mjolnir. Realizing that this could be it, and with all of his energy spent, 415 quickly scoops up the shield and kicks up to his feet!

Brett's mighty fists collide with the head of 415... and 415 brings the shield down upon the head of Brett Cross! The crowd sits in stunned silence as both Brett Cross.. and 415 fall to the ground below. Neither man is moving... neither man attempting to get up.

1....2....3....4

The crowd is cheering loudly.. and still no movement..

5....6 ....7... 8

Cross looks to shiver a bit, but still remains upon his back. $15 is still out cold..

9...

10!!!!

Gibson: Oh.. my.. gawd!!!

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen.. we have a draw!

The crowd cheers with respect to both men as emergency crews rush to ringside. Each man is helped up individually as the match comes to a close.

Xplode: Wow... that might be the match of the year right there. 415 said he was going to lay it all on the line tonight, and I believe he did. Good career little man.. enjoy retirement.

Gibson: We will be back after these messages..

[primetime]

We cut backstage to find Jack Rogers lurking in the backstage area near a staircase, microphone in hand.

Rogers - ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, people of Norway, I have with me at this time a very special guest. For the first time in a long while I’m pleased to be standing alongside the EUW Pure Champion, Jack Bull!’

The fans lift off the roof as Jack walks into shot wearing his standard wrestling attire… and a Viking hat, complete with horns and fake hair locks?!

Rogers - ‘Now first of all Jack…’

Bull raises a finger in Roger’s face to cut off him off.

Bull - ‘Sssssshhhhhh,’

Bull slowly reaches down and wraps his hand around the mic, trapping Rogers’s hand beneath his own. Bull guide the mic in closer to his own face, taking a few deep breaths through his nose, then tipping back his head and yelling…

Bull - ‘WAAZZUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!’

Again we can hear the fans in the arena raising the roof with their cheers. Bull let’s go of the mic and allows Rogers to carry on.

Rogers - ‘I was gonna ask Jack, erm, what’s with the hat? And the horns?’

Bull - ‘You know something Buck, you’re the stupidest guy I’ve ever known (cheers in the background). You see Buck, there has never been, never ever been a Bull in the entire HISTORY OF BULL-KIND, that didn’t have horns. That, and I’m trying to blend in with the crazy ass people of OSLO, NORWAY!!’

The resulting pop might be cheap, but it’s also deafening.

Bull - ‘And don’t lie to me Buck. Don’t stand there and pretend that somehow you’re happy to be standing alongside the Worlds leading distributor,, of ass kicking. But it doesn’t matter Buck. Because no matter how many times I tell you, you still don’t listen, but the people are not here in this arena and they didn’t tune in on their TV’s at home to listen to you Buck! So just stand there, hold your microphone, listen to your Justin Bieber records and SHUT THE HELL UP!!’

Another big roar goes from the arena crowd as we briefly cut away to pan over them waving and cheering, then back to Bull and Rogers.

Bull - ‘You see the fans didn’t tune in to watch Buck Rogers. But what they did tune in for is to watch Jack Bull and The Scorpion go at it in the Pure Title bout later tonight. They tuned in to watch the Pure Champion, their Pure Champion, do his thing. What I’m trying to say is Buck, the people at home tuned in to watch Jack Bull kick The Scorpions damn ass!’

Once more we hear the crowd in Oslo raising the roof for Jack Bull.

Rogers - ‘So just quickly Jack, because I know we’re running short on time, do have any last thoughts on your match tonight?’

Bull - ‘Last thoughts? What am I Jerry Springer now? Yeah I’ll give you Jack Bulls last thoughts. There the same as my first thoughts and all the thoughts I’ve had in the middle; number one. You suck. Number two. The Scorpion sucks. Number Three. Jack Bull didn’t come all the way here, all the way to Norway, just to lose his Pure title. Jack Bull didn’t come all the way to Blood Red Horizons just get taken down by the Messiah of the Emo’s. And Jack Bull didn’t come all this way to do anything other kick, some damn, butt! AND THAT’S A FACT!!’

Crowd - ‘ASSHOLE!’

Bull pauses for a moment and looks off to the side, then back at Rogers’s.

Bull - ‘Listen Buck, the people are chanting your name!’

Bull now turns and walks away leaving Buck, I mean Jack, to finish up.

Rogers - ‘Back to Rock and Xplode I guess’

The cameras now cut away to the announcers table.

Xplode - ‘Did you hear that Rock. The people were chanting your name too!’

Gibson - ‘Gee, cheers man. We’ll be back in a moment after these messages from our sponsors.’

[primetime]

Singles Event
No DQ Grudge Match
Warrior vs. Diabolik

Gibson: Well fans, now it’s time for our no disqualification grudge match between Warrior and Diabolik. These two men have developed quite the rivalry over the past few weeks, so this one should be quite the battle!

Xplode: Damn right Rock. Blood, brawling, and asskicking? Sounds like my kind of night!

Things begin as "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…but before he can enter Diabolik sprints down the ramp and nails him with a stiff shot to the back of the head!

Gibson: What the hell!?

Xplode: It’s calling being in it to win Rock! You do anything that it takes!

Warrior rolls forward from the blow, but that doesn’t help as Diabolik tackles him in the aisle way and begins throwing stiff right hands to the face! He tries to fight back, but Diabolik quickly grabs him by his hair and throws him hard into the apron. Warrior seemingly doesn’t react despite the pain, so Diabolik quickly grabs him and hurls him hard into the steel steps! With this done, Diabolik quickly throws Warrior into the ring and begins to stomp away at him. Diabolik continues the brutal stomps to Warrior’s face and head, before quickly dragging him up, shooting him into the ropes, and rattling the ring with a vicious spinebuster! Warrior still doesn’t utter a single sound of pain as Diabolik once again begins kicking away at his exposed body, ripping off his trench coat and dropping repeated knees to the ribs. Diabolik throws the coat across the ring and screams at his adversary as Warrior once again fights to his feet. He doesn’t stay upright for long however, as Diabolik quickly charges and puts him down once again with a vicious running elbow smash to the face! Warrior is down and hurting, so Diabolik quickly exits the ring and grabs a steel chair. He re-enters the ring and slams the chair on the mat, screaming for Warrior to get up!

Gibson: Anyone who has watched EUW programming for the last few months knows that these two men have really developed a blood feud. No surprises here that Diabolik is going for weapons early!

Xplode: Somebody’s gonna die tonight! I love it!

Xplode is shown to be right, as Diabolik gets an absolutely frightening look of complete rage on his face at the sight of his adversary across the ring. He looks over and notices that Warrior has quietly maneuvered himself into a neutral corner and has risen to his feet with the assistance of the ropes. Seeing this, Diabolik quickly raises the chair and looks to charge, but gets cut off when Kendra jumps onto the apron screaming at him! Diabolik turns and looks at the girl, before SPITTING IN HER FACE and shoving her off the apron! However, this seems to have an alarming effect on Warrior, whose eyes grow wide in a bizarre combination of anger and sorrow. Then out of nowhere, Warrior utters an ear-piercing scream of anger that quickly frightens almost everyone in the arena. Even Diabolik is slightly taken aback by the suddenness of the wail…and it costs him as Warrior sprints across the ring at full speed and floors him with a vicious boot to the face! Warrior screams in rage once again as he throws stiff soccer kicks to the ribs of Diabolik, his eyes wide and pupils dilated, as if he’s lost all control! Diabolik scrambles to get away and get to his feet, but Warrior doesn’t relent as he quickly charges and takes Diabolik down with a stiff tackle. He gets the mounted position and starts raining down elbow strikes to Diabolik’s unprotected face, still screaming like a maniac the entire time! Diabolik finally kicks him off, but as he gets to his feet Warrior charges and floors his adversary with the Rage, the massive spear taking him down once again!

Gibson: Look at Warrior! He’s like a man possessed! Diabolik crossed the damn line just now!

Xplode: He’s like some deranged lunatic at a mental asylum! Diabolik should have known not to mess with Warrior’s kid! This is nuts!

Warrior again fires away with stiff elbows to Diabolik’s face, obviously trying to bust him open! Diabolik once again kicks him away and scrambles to his feet, only for Warrior to once again run in for the Rage! However, this time Diabolik is ready as he casually sidesteps and quickly kicks upward, striking Warrior dead in the unprotected face! Warrior only drops to one knee, but it doesn’t help him as Diabolik quickly bounces off the ropes and hits a SICKENING running knee dead to the nose! Warrior topples backwards and grabs at his face, just barely managing to avoid a kneedrop to the head! He gets to his feet and finally moves his hand, but it is a brutal sight to behold. Warrior’s nose is very likely broken, with blood splattered all over his face and his nose very nearly touching the side of his cheekbone. Some members of the crowd gasp in horror at the sight, but the shock turns to fear as Warrior actually smiles at the sight of his own blood and begins to snicker towards Diabolik. He continues his snicker, which continues even as Diabolik gets to his feet and hits him with another running elbow to the face!

Gibson: This is insane! Warrior’s nose has got to be broken and the guy just snickers!?

Xplode: He’s NUTS Gibson! Hell, I say they’re BOTH out of their godforsaken minds!

Diabolik waits for Warrior to get up and starts peppering him with combination punches, ending with a hard discus punch that puts his opponent down once again! Warrior again gets up quickly, so Diabolik bounces off the ropes and looks for a big running lariat. However, Warrior shows off some impressive agility for his size and rolls under it to avoid the blow! Diabolik stops and tries to turn around, but the brief moment costs him as Warrior charges and returns the favor with his own running elbow smash to the face! Diabolik doesn’t go down to the mat, but probably wishes he had as he falls backwards into the ropes, getting his arms tangled in the process! The referee struggles to free him as Diabolik screams in anger for him to hurry as Warrior calmly walks towards him with a smirk on his face. With Diabolik tied up, Warrior now begins to unleash a very fast volley of hard, stiff kicks to the chest and ribs. Over and over Warrior hits Diabolik’s unprotected torso with full force kicks, turning his skin a dark and crimson red! The referee finally frees Diabolik from the ropes, but it doesn’t help as Diabolik falls forward from the momentum and eats a stiff kick straight to the face! Warrior now seemingly remembers that this battle is indeed a sanctioned match and actually tries to make a pinfall.

1…

Kickout with authority!

Diabolik kicks out just barely after the count of one and quickly gets to his feet again, his chest and ribs now turning PURPLE as the blood is drawn towards the damaged area. Warrior tries another big boot, but this time it’s Diabolik’s turn to roll under the blow. Diabolik quickly bounces off the opposite side ropes as Warrior turns around just in time for Diabolik to perfectly execute his signature bulldog! Warrior goes down, so Diabolik tries to make a cover as well.

1…

Kickout with authority!

Gibson: What in God’s name is driving these two men!? Warrior probably has a broken nose and Diabolik probably has broken ribs, yet they can’t even get a two count!?

Xplode: Diabolik’s torso is as big a mess as Warrior’s nose! These two are killing each other out there! Grab the popcorn Rocky, this one is getting good!

Both men get to their feet around the same time and being throwing punches, but Warrior gets the upper hand when he dodges Diabolik’s punch and quickly grabs a full nelson! He looks for what appears to be a full nelson slam, but Diabolik shows how sick he is by throwing his head directly backwards into Warrior’s already broken nose!! Warrior can’t fight the pain this time and winces in pain, but this action costs him as Diabolik quickly grabs him and hits a quick atomic drop before transitioning directly into a complete shot, dropping him on the nose once again! Diabolik sizes up his adversary now and tries to hit a running face kick, but Warrior dodges the blow and manages to grab a waist lock as Diabolik goes by! Diabolik tries the backwards headbutt again, but this time Warrior dodges and spikes Diabolik on his head with a release German Suplex! However, Diabolik quickly gets back to his feet and screams in anger before charging forward and almost turning Warrior for a 360 with a brutal running lariat! However, this time it is WARRIOR that gets up quickly and shakes with rage before nailing the stunned Diabolik with a lightning fast elbow smash to the face! However, the adrenaline leaves him and Warrior now collapses to the mat nearby as well, resulting in both me being down and out!

Gibson: This is an absolute war! How in God’s name are these men getting up so quickly!?

Xplode: I’ve seen wild animals more docile than these two Gibson! This damn thing might go all night!

Both men get to their feet relatively quickly once again, but each is showing signs of the brutality. Warrior quickly wipes away the blood resulting from his nose while Diabolik winces in pain as he grabs at his welted, discolored torso. However, once the two lock eyes they seemingly forget the pain and the battle continues. Warrior throws a dropkick, only for Diabolik to duck under it. However, Warrior somehow adjusts in mid-air and LANDS ON HIS FEET, recovering from the miss without even hitting the canvas! As the crowd roars in approval, their being impressed does nothing to deter Diabolik, who quickly blasts Warrior with a stiff European uppercut! Warrior bounces off the ropes and comes forward again, so Diabolik repeats the move and nails him once again! He grabs Warrior and tries a suplex, only for Warrior to counter the move and try for his own. However, Diabolik shows his diversity, as he utilizes a perfect martial arts sweep to escape the move! As Warrior hits the canvas, Diabolik wastes no time as he immediately grabs his foe and spikes him with a jumping Piledriver!

1…

Kickout with authority!

Diabolik is stunned at Warrior kicking out of a signature move so quickly and immediately complains to the referee! However, this costs him dearly as Warrior gets up and fires another stiff kick to the ribs! The blow doubles Diabolik over in pain, so Warrior grabs him quickly and plants him with the Colorado Suplex!

1…

Kickout with authority!

Now it is Warrior’s turn to be stunned, as Diabolik seemingly brushes off one of HIS trademark moves! The Warrior tries a second Colorado Suplex, but stops the momentum with a quick elbow to the head and puts him down with another jumping bulldog! Warrior is seemingly stunned from the blow, so Diabolik waits for him to get up and measures him. He throws a Buzzsaw Kick, but Warrior ducks under it and sweeps Diabolik’s legs from under him! Warrior tries to throw another soccer kick to the ribs, but Diabolik rolls forward and dodges! Diabolik gets to his feet as Warrior looks for a lariat, but Diabolik counters with an elbow smash to the broken nose!! Warrior winces back in pain, allowing Diabolik the time to execute an inverted headlock backbreaker! However, this proves to be a mistake, as the impact hurts Diabolik’s injured ribs! Warrior rolls away and gets to his feet quickly, but as he charges for another lariat, Diabolik throws one of his own! They each connect and both men go down again, once again sending the crowd into a frenzy!

Gibson: I have never seen anything like this in my entire life fans! These two men are inhuman taking this much punishment!

Xplode: We haven’t even seen a TWO COUNT Gibson! I told you! This damn thing is going all night long!

Both men get to their feet again at roughly the same time and Warrior is the first to make a move by throwing a huge roundhouse kick, looking for the knockout blow! However, Diabolik ducks under it and out of nowhere throws a huge arcing haymaker! But Warrior manages to avoid Diabolik’s knockout blow as well, ducking to the side and grabbing another waist lock! He tries another German, but Diabolik manages to elbow out and try an Aztec Suplex of his own! However, Warrior counters this by catching Diabolik off guard with the same backwards headbutt he used earlier! Diabolik is stunned from the blow, so Warrior tries to end it right now and hooks him up for the a Death Valley Driver! But AGAIN there is a counter, this time via Diabolik elbowing Warrior in the face, again hitting the broken nose! Warrior drops Diabolik and winces in pain again, so Diabolik hits him with an elevated dropkick! Diabolik measures Warrior as he gets to his feet and charges in for another lariat, but Warrior counters with rolling crescent kick to the injured ribs! Warrior grabs Diabolik now and looks for a second Colorado Suplex, but Diabolik counters with another sweep! Warrior is stunned again, so Diabolik looks to end it and tries the Springboard Stunner! But Warrior once again counters his adversary, hitting a knee to the injured ribs in mid-air! Diabolik doubles over in pain, so Warrior grabs him and nails the Colorado Suplex!

1…

Kickout!

Warrior sits up with a look of complete disbelief on his face, as once again one of his primary signature maneuvers can only get a one count on Diabolik. Warrior gets a grimace on his face and begins shaking with rage, obviously about to explode once again. Diabolik finally sits up, so Warrior takes advantage of the situation by bouncing off the ropes and hitting a SICK running knee to the face, trying to break Diabolik Phenomenal’s nose just like he broke his! Warrior doesn’t appear to succeed though, as Diabolik just barely manages to get a hand up to divert some of the pressure. Sensing the moment, Warrior looks to end it and tries to apply the War Cry! However, Diabolik quickly realizes where he is in the ring and grabs the ropes to stop the momentum, eventually sliding under the ropes and onto the apron! Warrior turns to grab him, but Diabolik uses the ropes to pendulum himself into a kick, once again hitting Warrior in the damaged face. Warrior slumps over in pain, so Diabolik runs to the corner and quickly heads up top. He waits for Warrior to turn around and flies off with a flying clothesline, looking for the win!

1…

Kickout!

Gibson: I give up! This match won’t have a winner until one of these men is dead!

Xplode: Hell I’m surprised one of them isn’t dead already Gibson! These two guys look like they’ve been in a car accident!

Diabolik is shocked at such a move again only obtaining a one count just as Warrior was earlier, but he doesn’t let it deter him as he measures Warrior for the Springboard Stunner! He waits for Warrior to get to his feet and bounces off the ropes, only for Warrior to roll away! Warrior tries another boot, but Diabolik rolls away from it as well! With Warrior turning from the kick, Diabolik now springs up out of a crouch and throws a jumping knee! However, Warrior sees it coming and at the last second adjusts his stance and throws a huge haymaker towards Diabolik’s face! Time seems to stop as the two blows come closer to connecting, eventually resulting in a sickening noise as the two blows connect simultaneously! The crowd reacts with excitement, but it is unknown to either Warrior or Diaboliik. Diabolik’s knee lands directly in the Warrior’s unprotected face, quickly putting him down. However, at the exact same moment, Warrior’s fist connects dead on with Diabolik’s jaw, putting him to sleep as well. Both men lie in the ring as the referee begins his normal count.

1…

2…

3…

4…

Gibson: They’re both out! Neither man will make this count! Are we going to have ANOTHER Draw??!!

5…

6…

Xplode: There’s no movement! They’ve given everything there is to give!!

7…

8..

Diabolik kicks up to his feet! Stumbling across the ring, Diabolik comes to a rest upon a nearby turnbuckle, nearly falling over once again!

9....

10!!!!

Skye: Your winner... DIABOLIK!


Diabolik can hardly believe it as he rubs his eyes! The fans are cheering for him like crazy as he stand victorious! In the ring, Warrior's daughter is seen climbing into the ring an seeing to her father.

Gibson: Wow.. Diabolik has made a statement tonight! Diabolik is back... and ready to unleash hell!!!!!

[primetime]

Tag Team Match
EUW Tag Team Championship
Las Vegas Commission vs. Jace Ambrose and Fallen One

Xplode: Now we get to the tag team championship. We get to watch Chad Kennedy make a mockery of the EUW as all four members of his squad contend for the tag team championships. This is where I go take a shit.

Gibson: Oh come on, X. We both know that alliances die when it comes to championship gold. Let’s see what happens here..

Skye: The next match is for the EUW Tag Team Championships! Representing The Asylum! Please welcome, Jace Ambrose!

"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva hits the sound system as red and purple lights flash across the arena. Jace walks out a few into the song 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.

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.

Xplode: I can’t believe they brought back that Asylum bullshit!

Gibson: Me too..

Skye: And their opponents, also representing The Asylum! The Las Vegas Commission! Big Dave and Mister Luck!


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. 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.

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.

All 4 men stand in the ring until the starters are chosen. Big Dave leads off for his team as he approaches center ring. Fallen One leads off on the other side, as Dave offers a handshake. F-1 stares at the hand.. And slaps it away.

Gibson: What’s this? Seems like not all is well in Empire land..

The bell rings as F-1 and Dave circle one another. It is not long before they lock up! The two lean into each other in a battle of strength, one that Fallen One easily wins. Big Dave is sent tumbling into the corner as Fallen One flexes in his direction. Dave rises up to his feet, stopping long enough to have something whispered in his ear from Mister Luck. Regrouping, he approaches F-1, only to be grabbed around the waist and slammed hard into the mat with a belly to belly suplex! F-1 launches to his feet, shouting at the fans around the arena! They respond with boos and heckles!

Dave rises to his feet, only to be grabbed in a full nelson hold by Jace Ambrose at ringside! F-! growls before charging Dave! Dave somehow manages to break free and dive out of the way, causing F-1 to drive his shoulder into Jace Ambrose and send him to the ringside floor! Pissed, F-1 turns around only to be chopped across the chest by Big Dave. Dave then ducks as Mister Luck hops over him, catching F-1 in a head scissors take down!!

Gibson: Great team work from the LVC!

F-1 tries to regain himself only to be stomped by Dave some more. He is then lifted up and dropped hard with a body slam to the mat. Dave then walks to his corner, tagging Luck in.

Luck does not hesitate as he drops an elbow on F-1. He then gets back up, repeating the move two more times before rolling away with a smirk. Jace Ambrose is seen slamming his hand against the turnbuckle post. Seeing this, Luck walks over to the post and slaps Ambrose hard, causing Ambrose to try to get in to the ring. The ref focuses on this.

Dave accepts what looks to be a metal pipe from Zack at ringside. As F-1 slowly gets up, Dave stalks him, before charging him with pipe in hand! F-1 reacts though, spearing Dave to the mat hard! The pipe rolls out of the ring as F-1 pummels Dave! The ref finally notices this and turns to order Dave out of the ring. Luck climbs a nearby turnbuckle, only to fly into the air and land a leg drop unto the back of F-1’s unsuspecting head!

Xplode: These guys are on the same team?! They are practically killing one another out there!!

Luck covers for the pin as Dave exit’s the ring.

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F-1 kicks out powerfully!

Backing up, Luck waits for F-1 to move. He then uses a baseball slide, nailing F-1 square in the face! Pointing at his partner, Luck then picks up F-1 and holds him in a headlock position. Dave comes in and tags Luck. The two Irish Whip F-1 to the ropes, only to nail a double clothesline! Jace Ambrose is getting very animated now, steaming in anger.

With Luck out of the ring, Dave kicks F-1 in the ribs as he smiles. Mike then attempts to lift F-1 up and achieves it.. Clumsily. F-1 is somehow able to regroup, driving Dave to the mat hard with a clothesline! F-1 then rolls away, just in time to move out of the way of a charging Jace Ambrose! Flying off of the top turnbuckle and over the referee, Ambrose lands with a flying body press!

Fallen One tries to help his partner but is grabbed by Big Dave! Dave pushes him into the corner, unleashing strong punches! F-1, now having enough, grabs Dave and literally tosses Dave out of the ring! Across the ring, Ambrose manages to turn the tide as he drives Luck into the mat with a thunderous DDT!

The ref somehow thinks a tag is made, and so he orders F-1 out of the ring. F-1 resists a minute but then exit’s the ring. Inside the ring, Ambrose is seen kicking Luck in the gut, then with a quick salute to the fans, Jace nails the Amazing Impact DDT!! Jace then rolls away with a sharp smile upon his face. He points to his abs as he plays to the crowd.

F-1, irritated by his partner, enters the ring and shoves Jace hard. With a sharp point of the finger, he orders Jace to pin Luck but only receives a shove back in return! A few more quick shoves and suddenly it is all out war in the ring! Jace Ambrose and F-1 are literally tearing into one another with stiff shots as Luck looks on confused!

Gibson: Can you believe this? It seems that Fallen One and Amazing Jace are at odds out there! This is a tag team match! Now is not the time!

Luck nods at Dave who is seen climbing into the ring. Realizing that their opponents are occupied, they charge at them from opposite directions! Somehow, Fallen One and Jace Ambrose turn around and react in time, driving both opponents to the mat with synchronized spine busters!!! Fallen One then rises up off of Big Dave, only to turn to his partner. With a middle finger, he flips off Jace Ambrose before exiting the ring! Jace is left standing alone in the ring with both of his opponents laid out. Fallen One exits to backstage, completely through with the team.

Dropping down unto Luck, Jace covers for the pin!

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2.…
Luck kicks out!

Jace then scrambles to Big Dave and covers for the pin!!

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2.….
Dave kicks out!

Jace sits up, covered in sweat. He is exhausted. Rising to his feet, he is caught quickly by Luck who Irish Whips him into the ropes! Upon the return, Jace somehow manages to slide between Luck’s legs, coming up on the other side! He lays out Luck with a clothesline to the back of the head! Jace then stumbles backwards, satisfied with his efforts. Taking a deep breath, he sighs as Big Dave spears him to the ground! Dave then picks up Jace, twisting him around quickly.

Luck crawls over to the turnbuckle, using his remaining energy to climb it. Giving everything he has, he launches into the air, nailing the Bankroll upon Jace Ambrose! Mike slides out of the way as Luck covers for the pin!!

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2.…
Three!

Skye: Your winners.. The NEW EUW Tag Team Champions.. The Las Vegas Commission!

Luck and Dave are handed the tag team championships as they embrace! Jace Ambrose is seen slowly rolling out of the ring and walking up the ramp way.

Gibson: Well, this is interesting.

Xplode: It seems that F-1 and Ambrose are no more?

Gibson: Hmm.. Interesting indeed.

Luck, Zack, and Big Dave play to the crowd as they are hailed with boos. Their championships are raised above their heads in victory as the scene fades out.

[primetime]

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??!!”

Fallen One is seen sitting in his locker room, drying himself off with a white towel. Busting into the locker room a very much angered Jace Ambrose gets in his face.

Ambrose: We had a damn tag title shot, man! WHY?!

F-1 drops the towel and turns to face Ambrose with a slight smile. Sliding on his sunglasses, he answers.

F-1: Sorry, kid. That’s the breaks. I had to make a career decision. You see, earlier today I was offered a shot at something bigger.. And I am taking it. I don’t have time to carry your ass.

Ambrose: Carry me?!? If I saw correctly, it was me who was doing the work out there!

F-1: That’s where you are wrong. You were the one who was pinned out there.

Fallen One smiles as he shoves his way past Jace Ambrose.

F-1: You can tell Chad that he can kiss my ass. I win titles.. MY way.

Ambrose remains in place, literally shaking in anger! Fallen One is heard laughing as he exit’s the locker room. Finding himself alone, Ambrose looks around for a minute, before picking up a nearby metal chair. He repeatedly slams it into the wooden lockers, shattering them into splinters. Breathign heavily now, he drops the chair.

Ambrose: This.. Isn’t over. Not at all.

[primetime]

The cameras cut to the backstage area now where viewers are greeted to the rather unpleasant sight of a dark and dreary room. The room appears to be an empty storage room of some type, with no furniture whatsoever to be found. Yet at the same time, a strange sound can be heard echoing off the stone walls. The camera picks up a faint ticking sound, continuous and rhythmic, permeating the surrounding area. The camera quickly pans to the right now and finds that the room is not devoid of human life, for in a darkened corner rests a slumped figure. His long black hair covering his face and his body seated Indian-style; the bizarre visual is the unmistakable form of the man known as The Scorpion.

Perhaps even stranger though, is what the young man is holding. Usually known for holding an object of a decidedly religious context, on this night The Scorpion holds a large ticking wall clock. With its numbers and face visible even in the dim light, The Scorpion holds the clock gently in his hands and casually examines it, the object the obvious source of the rhythmic ticking sound being heard. While gazing calmly at the clock, the young fighter speaks aloud.

The Scorpion: The hands of a clock are perhaps the most poignant of all symbols that this world can provide. We rely on clocks for more than we can imagine, because in addition to living in a world governed by balance, we also live in a world governed by time. Time is the greatest commodity that can be traded and the most precious gift that one can give. On this night, I continue the holy will against the one called Jack Bull, because as of now I am disrupting his time as EUW Pure Champion. He can put on his façade of bravado and claim that he is not worried; however when a selfish man has his material goods threatened, worry is an unavoidable natural reaction. He will not admit it, but Jack Bull is a slave to time, because as human beings we all are. No matter how great he may be, Jack Bull may only exert dominance, rather legitimate or manifested, as long as time allows him to. Watch the hands Jack Bull, watch the hands as they slowly tick away, building to the climax that will be our battle. With every tick, your time holding that symbol of power called the EUW Pure Title you cherish so dearly decreases. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

While still continuing to gaze at the clock, The Scorpion now utters an eerie snicker, his dark mind obviously being filled with the thoughts of pain and agony he is about to both inflict and endure. The constant questioning of his sanity, the endless barrage against his faith. The young man uses it as nothing more than motivation and a means to quench his insatiable rage. However on this night he doesn’t appear angry, as he calmly lays the clock on the ground in front of him and rises to his feet. Once there, he speaks once again.

The Scorpion: Time governs the world, but a person has to have a world left to govern. My world has long been destroyed, my reason for existence as a mere human being; therefore I no longer operate by the rules of time. I have all the time in the world, because I don’t have a mortal life worth living. When one lives an eternal life, time is but a fleeting moment. You, Jack Bull on the other hand are only human and eventually you will fatigue. If at first you don’t succeed, try try again. Isn’t that how the old adage goes? Time is not on your side, because I will not stop. No matter how much time it takes, I will break you. Imagine a life where time does not matter, an existence when all your focus is on a single task. Imagine a scenario where humanity cast you aside, yet my resurrection as a warrior of god has strengthened me to levels previously unreachable. Imagine this, and you get my existence at this moment. Time governs this world, but for you Jack Bull…

Suddenly, The Scorpion raises his leg and slams his heel down onto the clock face, immediately shattering it! The loud sound of breaking glass permeates the room and causes the camera to shake from the fear of the cameraman. However, before fading to black, one final message is heard from the dark soul known as The Scorpion.

The Scorpion: …………time is up.

[primetime]

Singles Match
EUW Pure Championship
Pin Fall or Submission
Jack Bull vs. Scorpion

Gibson: And now for the EUW Pure Championship match. This match will be a real doozy as The Scorpion squares off against the Pure Champion, Jack Bull.

Bull: We have already crowned one set of champions tonight. Scorpion is hoping to see it happen twice. If I know Jack though, he is ready for anything!

Gibson: And if we know Scorpion.. anything can happen! Let's ge tto Skye.

The feed cuts to the ring.

Skye: This will be for the EUW Pure Championship. All basic rules apply. Coming to the ring first. He is the challenger... The Scorpion!

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

Once through the stage, The Scorpion opens his eyes and slowly walks to the ring without so much as glancing at the crowd. Once in the ring, he proceeds straight to a neutral corner and kneels once again, as if mentally preparing himself for what is ahead of him. After another quick prayer, he quickly throws off his trench coat and simply gazes into space.

Skye: and his opponent... the EUW Pure Champion..

The crowd explodes in cheers!

Skye: Jack Bull!!!!

The bell rings with Jack Bull and Scorpion staring across the ring at each other – their last encounter running briefly through their minds before they come together in the center, locking horns with a collar and elbow tie up. Both men look to impart their will on the other and push them back into the corner but neither succeeds, their face off coming to a stalemate. Bull looks to switch from the tie up to a head lock but Scorpion times it perfectly and ducks out from underneath and takes the waist of Jack Bull. He quickly looks to lock him into a full nelson but Bull has none of it, only allowing one arm to be taken up around his shoulders before spinning around and now having the back of Scorpion. He looks to connect with a quick german but Scorpion tucks his boot behind the calf of Bull blocking it – and quickly switching back through the hold back into the dominant position. With the Dragon Suplex attempt earlier blocked, Scorpion looks to connect with a german of his own but Bull executes the exact same maneuver Scorpion used to block his attempt. This doesn't work out as well for the Pure Champion as Scorpion quickly counters to a front leg sweep sending Bull face first into the canvas.

Scorpion rolls quickly too his feet and as Bull pushes up to one knee, unleashes a vicious round house kick that nearly takes Bulls head off but he ducks in time – only to be caught by the heel kick coming on the way back that stuns him on one knee. Scorpion runs at the ropes and comes off before connecting with a Bakatare kick sending Bull careeming back, the bottom rope keeping him from flying out of the ring. Scorpion gets to his feet and seeing the position Bull is in pushes his boot into his throat as Bull's hands quickly go to it trying to stop his larynx from being crushed by the weight of Scorpion. At the count of four from the referee, Scorpion dutifully walks away as Bull gasps for air and the referee checks on him. Bull shakes his head, refusing to give in as he pulls himself up to his feet – and is promptly sent flying over the ropes by a clothesline from Scorpion.

Gibson: Scorpion is pulling out all the stops here tonight. He can smell the championship within his grasp!

Xplode: Or he can smell the burnt flesh on his arm..

On the outside Bull slowly tries to get to his feet as Scorpion looks on from the ring, focused solely on Jack Bull. The referee's count has hit four as Bull gets closer to the apron and looks up at Scorpion before ducking his head slightly then shooting a ball of spit at him, sending the message that he refuses to back down despite Scorpion's peculiarities, and the crowd roars. Using the time gained by Scorpion wipes the spit from his eyes, Bull clambers up onto the apron and scores with the first fist of the match, and then fires a second before Scorpion counters with his own. Bull ... Scorpion ... Bull ... Scorpion, the two trade blows back and forth for what seems like an eternity, neither man refusing to give in. A few more blows for each and eventually Bull wins the war of attrition, causing Scorpion to take a single step backwards. That's enough for Bull though as he shows just how much the pure title means to him by using the ropes as a slingshot and goes flying overtop of them and connects with a shoulder block on Scorpion that knocks him over.

Seeing the timber fallen gives Bull even more energy as he goes right to work, grabbing Scorpion by the long hair and raining down right hands into his forehead, each one sending the message that he's not going to back down. Eventually after nine solid blows Bull is forced away by the referee and this time it's his turn to stand tall – this time champion over challenger. Scorpion isn't down for long though and as he sits up Bull looks to take his head off with a big boot but Scorpion rolls out of the way and ends up taking him down with drop toe hold – and immediately gets up into a stepover toe hold, one hand on the calve of Bull, the other on the front of the foot as he works over the ankle and knee of the Pure champion.

Bull doesn't give in though fighting against it and eventually getting his body into a position where he is able to role back through it and end up with Scorpion into a similar looking hold by this time Bull ropes the second leg around into a grapevined toe hold. Scorpion looks at the ropes about three feet away ... and promptly turns around away from them before turning back and smiling at Bull, infuriating him. Bull lets go of the hold and immediately backs into his own corner and orders Scorpion to get to his feet. Scorpion pauses for a moment before obliging as Bull looks on carefully. With both men back to their feet and the initial volleys cast, both men look across the ring at each other. Nothing really gained by the first four plus minutes of action in the contest.

Xplode: This match is just plain out war. Neither man will back down.

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen, you are witnessing a true classic here. Scorpion versus Bull.. and so far it is straight up even!

The two come together and lock up once again collar and elbow before Bull quickly grasps Scorpion's left arm and switches into an arm wringer. He wrenches it three times before sending him flying into the ropes and on the rebound scores with a big back body drop sending Scorpion slamming into the canvas. Bull hits the ropes as Scorpion gets to his feet and scores with another shoulder block as the crowd gets fired up. Bull throws his arms in the air and waves his hand in front of his face as he leans over Scorpion. He runs at the ropes once more before coming back towards Scorpion. Just before he reaches him, he stops abruptly in his tracks and turning to the crowd, shouting “fuck this!” before dropping the leg across the throat. He quickly scarpers over and covers Scorpion with a lateral press.

1...

Scorpion throws Bull off of him and immediately rolls to his feet, beating Bull up and grabbing hold of him. He uses his head as a batter ram connecting with three headbuts as he grapples with Bull. Eventually he wears him down enough to lock him into a muay thai clinch and begins to unleash a set of vicious knees, eventually staggering Bull enough so as to allow him to knock him down with a Yakuza kick. He quickly goes for the cover with a lateral press as the referee makes the count.

1...

This time it's Bull who throws the shoulders off the mat and sends Scorpion off of him. He's unable to beat him to his feet though and for his troubles gets tossed into the ropes and on the rebound narrowly avoids another clothesline from Scorpion. Coming off of them for a second time he looks to connect with a Bull Charge but Scorpion jumps over top and sticks the landing. On the third time Bull looks to connect with a clothesline of his own but Scorpion ducks this one and on the fourth grabs Bull and spins around looking for the Eternus Moestitia. The spinning brain buster fails as Bull uses his momentum to fall back into position for a neck breaker and takes Scorpion down.

Gibson: Great reversal!

Bull retreats to his corner waiting for Scorpion to get up waving his arms at him. He does rather quickly and Bull charges at him connecting with a spear and staying in the mount, raining down punches left and right. They don't seem to phase Scorpion however – his prophetic words at not feeling pain coming true as evidenced by the sick smile on his face. Bull looks to wipe it off with a punch right to his mouth but Scorpion shows off his lightning quick reflexes and catches the punch, before turning the wrist over with the classic wrist lock. Bull is caught off guard and leaves an opening for Scorpion to fight out of the mount into the rubber guard and quickly into a triangle choke. The shocked look on Bull's face shows the surprise but he reacts rather quickly, pressing down on the locked in arm in order to pull Scorpion off the canvas to about for feet in the air. With the blood not flowing to his brain, Bull looks for the quick escape and gets it by dumping Scorpion into the ropes, effectively breaking the hold with a rope break.

Bull backs away seeking to allow some blood to flow back to his brain as Scorpion untangles himself from the ropes. Instead of getting back into the ring, Scorpion drops out the floor below and looks under the ring apron, ducking out of sight for a moment before popping back out, seemingly with nothing in hand. Sliding back in the ring both man look across at each other before coming together once more collar and elbow. This time it's Scorpion that gets the advantage and sends Bull flying into the corner. He fires a few knife edge chops to the chest but Bull only uses him to fire himself up, eventually turning the tide on Scorpion and backing him up with a flurry of vicious rights. Scorpion doesn't defend himself however, instead relishing each blow until he blocks one and immediately lights a match – obviously what he went under the ring for. Jack looks at the fire, memories of the last Sunday Night Vengeance in mind as Scorpion moves it towards his arm as if to light it on fire, before dropping the match onto the canvas and firing a vicious kick to the mid section that doubles Bull over, enough to allow Scorpion to score with a ddt onto the match, putting it out quickly. Scorpion rolls Bull over, the match sticking to his forehead with no visible burns and hooks the leg.

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2...
NO!

Bull throws his shoulder up at two and a half as Scorpion looks down, a small smirk on his face as he pulls Bull up to his feet. Throwing him into the ropes Scorpion charges, not giving Bull an opportunity to prevent it on the run – but Bull grabs hold of the ropes to stop his momentum and as Scorpion comes flying in at him, Bull pulls down the ropes and sends him tumbling to the outside and goes right after him. Pulling Scorpion up Bull sends him flying into the steel ring steps which dislodge with a loud clang as Scorpion holds his back despite his previous example of not showing the feeling of pain. Bull doesn't give him a seconds reprieve and slams him head first into the bottom step, the second step, the third step and then into the ring post before sliding into the ring to break the count at nine. When he comes out however, he's met by a sick smile from Scorpion who immediately breathes fire out to his left, barely avoiding Bulls head.

Gibson: This is insane!!!

Xplode: Calm yourself! You're spitting all over me!

Bull is paused once more, the psychological effects of Scorpion's use of fire on himself playing in the mind of Bull. This works to Scorpion's advantage as he grabs the object he'd stashed moments earlier, a Singapore cane. The referee immediately jumps in and blocks Scorpion from wacking Bull with the cane – and at the same time putting his body between the two of them. Scorpion shrugs his shoulders and hands the cane to the referee, before ducking into the ring away from Bull, his plan working to perfection.

Bull, realizing that time was working against him, slides into the ring carefully. Scorpion is seen kneeling in the corner, almost as if he is praying to some unseen force. Shaking his head, Bull taunts Scorpion to meet him in the center of the ring, a challenge that Scorpion has no problem with at all!

Bull offers a hard shove, sending Scorpion back! Scorpion drives forward, grabbing Bull around the waist! Bull elbows him away but receives a hard kick to the head in response! Scorpion nails him again.. and again before finally backing up! Positioning himself perfectly, Scorpion rushes Bull only to be side stepped by Jack Bull! Coming up behind Scorpion, Bull lifts Scorpion into the air, slamming him down with an atomic drop! Scorpion almost shrugs it off somehow, turn around and taunting Bull to hit him again!

Gibson: How do you put that guy down??!!!

Bull hits Scorpion hard, but Scorpion only shrugs it off and steps back up again. Bull hits him again.. and again.. each time growing more frustrated in due part to Scorpions tenacity. Finally, Bull changes the gameplan and waits a second, allowing Scorpion to try a kick of his own! With experience on his side, Bull bats the leg away, hooking the arm for the Bullseye! (Rock Bottom)

Lifting him into the air, Jack Bull plants Scorpion with the Bullseye. Stopping to look at the fans, Jack Bull picks up Scorpion once again.. and plants him a second time! Staring out at the cheering fans.. Jack Bull shakes his head.. and performs the Bullseye a THIRD time.. this time covering for the pin.


1...

2.....

Scorpion starts to struggle...

Three!!!

Skye: Your winner.. and Still EUW Pure Champion.. Jack Bull!

Scorpion sits up.. but it is too late. Jack Bull rolls away, accepting the EUW Pure Championship quickly. Scorpion rises to his feet, only to glare at Jack Bull. He then drops to the mat, and rolls out.. heading up the rampway.

Jack Bull's theme song begins now as he raises the title in victory! The crowd goes wild as he plays to the fans, raising the title for all to see!

Xplode: Damn, I thought JAck was going to have ot hit Scorpion with a damn car to win!

Gibson: Two titles decided.. and now the big one. Sabora vs TITAN.. NEXT!

[primetime]

The crowd cheers as the EUW logo is shown. Standing in front of it, Sarah Thompson smiles.

Sarah: I am standing here with the EUW World Champion.. Chris Sabora! Hey Chris! Are you ready for tonight’s match?

The crowd cheers loudly as Sabora rubs his chin. The EUW World Title is fastened around his waist.

Sabora: Sarah, I have been ready for this opportunity for quite some time. You see, TITAN and Terry Jones are about to get a harsh lesson. That lesson is.. Never make things personal.

Sarah: What do you mean?

Sabora: It’s simple war tactics. You see, by bringing my daughter into the equation, I have been forced to fight for something much more meaningful than title belts and winning streaks. My daughter is all I have left of meaning in my life, and I intend to defend her with every shred of humanity inside of me. Did you know that in the 1800’s, Japanese War Generals often shed their own blood as a sacrifice to bring strength in battle?

Sabora then exposes his taped wrist. He brandishes a small blade, causing Sarah to step back in fright. With a swift slice, he brings the blade across his forearm, causing a small gash.

Sabora: I have offered my sacrifice on this evening, now, I claim that what is mine. TITAN, I have faced many men who claimed to have my demise as a guarantee just as you have over the last few weeks. I have stood there and watched you scream around the locker room to anyone that would hear you about your incoming title reign. Well, I am going to prove you wrong just as I have proven the others wrong. I am the embodiment of battle, the spirit of war.. And the EUW Champion. One day, I will fall in battle. It is inevitable. Today though, is not that day. Today.. I bring down a TITAN. Carpe Diem!

Sabora walks away leaving Sarah Thompson speechless.

The feed cuts to the other side of the arena where Jack Rodgers waits with TITAN and Terry Jones. Terry is seen smiling from under a sharp formal suit. TITAN paces behind him, slamming his fist into his open palm.

Rodgers: I am here with the number one contender.. TITAN. TITAN, you are moments away from realizing your destiny. Any thoughts?

Jones: TITAN is ready for anything that Sabora can dish out. He has trained hard, pushing his mental abilities to the very point of exhaustion. It’s simple. Once that bell rings, a champion will fall.

Rodgers: Sabora has all but promised a victory here tonight. Some consider him the greatest champion of all time. Would you-

TITAN: (Interrupting) GREATEST CHAMPION?!!

Rodgers: I was just quoting..

TITAN: Let me explain something to you. Chris Sabora has been a great champion.. Against everyone else. I am the answer. I am going to rip him apart and toss the pieces so far that they will be washing up in Norway for weeks! Look at me! I am the prototype! I strike fear in anyone I choose to. EVERYONE! Not Sabora.. Not Brett Cross.. Not even fucking Jack Bull can hold a candle to me because I am what they could only pretend to be…

Rodgers: What’s that?

TITAN: I… am a monster.

Jones: You’re looking at the next EUW World Champion. Believe it. Now, get out of our way!

Before Rodgers can react, TITAN shoves him out of view! Both TITAN and Terry Jones walk off the set leaving Jack Rodgers accepting help from nearby witnesses.

Rodgers: Come on Sabora.. Put that guy away.

[primetime]

Main Event
Pin Fall or Submission
(EUW World Championship)
Chris “The Machine” Sabora vs. TITAN

Gibson: Did you see that? TITAN attacked Jack Rodgers! Can you imagine if that man becomes out next World Champion?

Xplode: Yeah..

Gibson: You okay?

Xplode: I think I speak for the EUW when I say.. Come on Machine. Shut that asshole up!

Skye: The next match is for the EUW World Heavyweight Championship! Coming to the ring first, escorted by Terry Jones.. TITAN!!!

The arena goes dark as “Burrito” by Seether begins to play. The fans boo loudly as Terry Jones comes into view. His smile is big as he points to the entrance area. Stepping out into the view shortly after is TITAN. He looks determined as he passes Terry by, stomping down the ramp way. Garbage is thrown at him from the fans as he heads to ringside. As he reaches the end of the ramp way, a fan reaches out and takes a swing at him, only to be grabbed by the shirt and yanked over the guard rail by TITAN!!

Gibson: Ah come on!!! Somebody help that fan! We don’t need to be sued!!!

TITAN glares at the fan as the fan runs away. TITAN then turns his attention to the ring once more, heading to ringside. He stops to glare at Xplode a moment. Xplode rises up from behind the table, slowly removing his headset after.

Gibson: Don’t do it, X. It won’t solve anything.

TITAN them climbs the metal steps and enters the ring. His music slowly fades out but the boos do not stop. Trash is thrown into the ring, causing TITAN to laugh in response.

Xplode: I swear, guys like that make me want to step out of retirement. I know I can take his ugly ass down.

Skye: And now.. The champion…

The crowd instantly rises to their feet, screaming loudly!

Skye: He is The Machine… and the EUW World Champion. Please welcome.. Chris SABORA!!!

The audience turns into a sea of camera flashes as “The Sounds of Madness” begins to play over the audio system. The cheers are deafening as all eyes are on the stage area. Coming into view, Chris Sabora arrives with the EUW Championship fastened around his waist. He comes to a stop at the end of the stage, staring at the ring in the distance. The camera pans to the ring where TITAN is sitting on the ropes, taunting Sabora to enter the ring!

Looking out at the fans, Sabora slowly walks down the ramp way, taking his time with each step. TITAN is infuriated by Sabora’s speed, waving his arm frantically for the ref to hurry things along. Sabora arrives at ringside now, nodding in Xplode’s direction before glancing at Terry Jones. Unspoken words are said as Sabora smirks in Jones’s direction. Finally, he walks up the metal steps, sliding into the ring shortly after.

The crowd really begins to cheer as Sabora removes the World Championship. He raises it above his head with one hand, glaring in TITAN’s direction. TITAN paces the ring on the other side, shouting obscenities in all directions. As the belt is handed to the referee, Sabora remains in place, never taking his eyes off of his foe. TITAN turns to face Sabora.

Gibson: This is it! Good versus evil, the match up that everyone has anticipated!

The bell is rung..

TITAN flies out of his corner now, swinging his massive arms hard! Sabora steps out of the way, but only barely. TITAN is obviously much faster than he thought. A few more quick attempted clotheslines that would knock down a tree are done from TITAN, each time coming up empty as Sabora backs up on the defense! Changing up the pace, Sabora steps back and unleashes a hellish round house kick to the face of TITAN! TITAN’s head snaps back, but this only causes the big man to smile in return.

Suddenly, a set of hands grabs Sabora around his back leg as Terry Jones helps from ringside! Yanking his foot free, Sabora glares back at Terry Jones! TITAN takes advantage of this by grabbing Sabora around the back of the neck, head butting him from behind! Sabora grimaces as he is tossed aside like a rag doll! Rolling into a somersault, Sabora tries to rise to his feet like he has done countless times.. Only to be hit hard with a big boot from TITAN! Sabora then tumbles into the corner of the ring!!

Xplode: TITAN has taken the early lead in the match here. He looks more ready for this match than I have ever seen him. It doesn’t look good for the champion..

Sabora grabs the bottom rope to brace himself when he is suddenly gripped around the leg by TITAN! Yanking hard, TITAN literally flings Sabora across the ring, sending the champion into a roll! Sabora plants his hands down to stop the roll, just in time to drive his heel into the jaw of TITAN! TITAN shrugs it off, only to lift Sabora off the mat and on to his broad shoulders! With a twist, TITAN performs a death valley driver into the mat!! The crowd grimaces as Sabora lands hard upon his shoulder!

TITAN is laughing now, literally breathing fire. The crowd boos him constantly but he seems to only use the negative as energy. Bending down, he grab Sabora by the head, bringing him up to his knees. Sabora can be seen nursing his shoulder slightly. Pulling back a large fist, TITAN drives his knuckles into the unguarded head of Sabora! He does it again.. And again. Finally he lets go, only to mount Sabora!

Gibson: Ok, the champion needs to get out of this! This is how TITAN puts away his opponents. He smothers them, until they break! Can the champion overcome this attack? IS it all over??!!!

Xplode: I can’t believe I am going to say this but.. Never bet against Sabora.

TITAN rams his forehead into the jaw of Sabora, leaning in with all of his girth. Sabora tries to fend off the attacks but his injured arm gets in the way. There is a slight struggle on the mat as TITAN positions himself for the attack. Sabora then wraps his legs around the waist of TITAN. He squeezes a bit, causing the monster to arch off of him! The crowd cheers now as Sabora punches TITAN square in the nose! TITNA responds by driving his knuckles into the injured shoulder region! Sabora screams in pain as TITAN leans in once more. Every few moments, you can see TITAN pounding Sabora in the exposed rib are and on various regions of the face. Sabora’s face.. Slowly becomes battered and bruised.

Finally, Sabora’s head is snapped backwards and his arms grow limp. Wrapping one arm into his, TITAN rolls over creates a makeshift variation of the small package!

1..
2.….
Sabora kicks out!

Rolling away, TITAN re-adjusts his tights. Terry Jones can be seen applauding from ringside. With a nod, TITAN stretches his back out before going back to a very much injured Chris Sabora.

Gibson: Wow.. I don’t think I have ever seen Sabora so banged up.

Xplode: Yeah, we may be seeing the end of the Sabora era. He needs to turn this around, and fast. It doesn’t look like there is much left in the tank, especially with that shoulder out of commission.

Stalking his prey, TITAN gestures a title belt around his waist. He then leans over and grabs Sabora around the neck with one hand! Showing s display of pure power, he lifts Sabora off of the mat one handed! Sabora, somehow, wraps both of his legs around the arm of TITAN and twists over! Both men fall to the mat as Sabora locks in the arm bar!!!!

The fans cheer wildly as TITAN slams his fist down in agony! Sabora clamps on with everything he has as TITAN desperately tries to break up the hold. Reaching over his head, TITAN pounds the injured shoulder of the champion, causing him to let go immediately! TITAN then rolls away, holding his arm this time! He stumbles to his feet, falling against the rope behind him!

Out of no where, Sabora kicks up to his feet!! He rushes TITAN hard with a axe handle strike, nailing TITAN square in the face! TITAN shrugs it off quickly. Sabora then uses a clothesline to bring down the monster, sending both men over the top rope and to ringside! Terry Jones walks over to Sabora and kicks him in the ribs once before being warned by the referee! TITAN slowly turns over and rises to his feet. Shaking off the cobwebs, he glances at Sabora. Then, he lifts the champion to his feet, carrying him over to..

Xplode: I don’t believe this shit…

Gibson: TITAN is placing Sabora on the announcer’s table! Someone stop this madness!!

With a hard elbow, TITAN drives it into the chest cavity of Chris Sabora! Sabora lays upon the announcer’s table, unable to defend himself. Finally, TITAN climbs up on the table himself, lifting Sabora up on to his shoulders!

Gibson: No.. TITAN is going to perform the Devastator on to the table!!!!

Smiling through a red face TITAN begin to move when Sabora slides out of his grasp! Sabora then uses the face buster on TITAN, sending him face first into the table and shattering the table below them!! Both men remain still now, scattered in the debris! The crowd begins to cheer at the same time..

“HOLY SHIT.. HOLY SHIT… HOLY SHIT!!”

Gibson: Ladies and gentlemen, I can’t believe what I am seeing here. Both men have truly given their all tonight and it seems that things may have gotten too personal.

As the crowd cheers, Sabora is the first to move. He raises his head. His eye has been deeply swollen and a thin stream of blood runs down the corner of his forehead. Dropping his head into the debris, Sabora takes a deep breath before turning over. Terry Jones rushes to TITAN, doing his best to wake up his client by slapping him on the arm and face. A large gash can be seen on the leg of TITAN, and it is bleeding profusely.

Rolling over to his feet now, Sabora rises up and wipes the blood out of his eyes. He then spots.. Terry Jones. Raising his hands in defeat, Terry backs up before sliding into the ring in an attempt to get away! Sabora follows him, cornering the aged man in the corner of the ring! The crowd cheers loudly as Sabora grabs him by the shirt collar, staining it with his own blood instantly.

Terry shakes his head begging for mercy. Looking at the fans, Sabora smiles through a crimson mask, only to be laid out by TITAN!!! Somehow, TITAN managed to get in the ring just in time. As Terry Jones slides out of the ring, TITAN turns to face the downed Sabora. He is hopping on one foot now, obviously nursing a split open leg! He can barely even stand on it.

Looking up, it is Sabora who capitalizing on the injury now, driving his knuckles into the wound! TITAN screams in agony as he backs away! Sabora then spins around and drives the heel of his foot into the wound now! The crowd is cheering loudly as the mat slowly becomes stained with blood. Sabora then rises to his feet, smiling evilly at TITAN as the monster hangs on a nearby rope! Gaining a running start, Sabora then kicks the back of the injured leg, sending the monster to the mat below with a sharp bounce!

Gibson: HE DID IT! SABORA HAS FINALLY BROUGHT DOWN THE MONSTER!!!

Xplode: Now.. Just put him away.

Mounting TITAN just as TITAN had done to him earlier, Sabora slams his forehead into the face of TITAN! He leans in with all of his weight, driving his knuckles into various points of TITAN’s body! TITAN can barely block the attacks due to Sabora’s blinding speed! Finally, Sabora twists around and grabs the arm of TITAN for a submission attempt! TITAN shoves him away but finds his leg grabbed this time! An ankle lock is applied to the good leg of TITAN now!!!

Sabora holds on tightly, his teeth clenched as he pours on the pain!! TITAN screams in agony, before kicking Sabora off of him! Sabora rolls away quick enough to watch as TITAN rises to his feet.. Then falls over once again. Both of his legs are now hurt! Sabora knows what he needs to do now. Stepping back, he raises one hand in the air. Slamming one foot down hard, he signals for the Maximum Overdrive!

Xplode: This is it! The Maximum Overdrive. I never thought I would be happy to say that..

TITAN struggles to rise up once more but falls down hard to the mat below. He simply can not.. Get up. Sabora lowers his arm, realizing that the gameplan would have to change. He slowly approaches TITAN, savoring the moment. Then, in one sweeping motion, he yanks on the bloody leg of TITAN, swinging him around and tying him up into… The Machine!!

Gibson: THE MACHINE! THE MACHINE!!

Titan holds out as long as he can but Sabora leans back harder with each breath. It almost looks like TITAN will be snapped in two! Terry Jones begins to slam his hands down on the mat at ringside when TITAN simply.. Taps out!

Skye: Your winner.. and STILL.. EUW Champion of the World... Chris "The Machine" SABORA!!!!!

Xplode: It’s over! The fucking jackass tapped out!!!

Gibson: Sabora did it!!! He brought down the monster! Ladies and gentlemen.. The World Champion continues to reign supreme!!!

Sabora rolls away now into a seated position. His face is covered in his own blood as well as TITAN’s. TITAN is seen lying in the fetal position, his hands clasped around his leg. Terry Jones enters the ring behind him as the World Championship belt is handed to Sabora! The crowd is screaming at the top of their lungs as Chris Sabora raises it in victory!

Terry Jones walks up to Sabora now, yelling at him! Sabora hands the belt to the referee, as he glares at Terry Jones..

Xplode: Okay, now my turn..

Gibson: Huh? Wait.. Where are you going?

Sabora smirks at Terry Jones as the two men stand in front of one another. Finally, having enough, Sabora grabs Terry Jones around the head, nailing the Maximum Overdrive! Terry Jones flings backwards.. Right into the face of Xplode!! With a sharp kick to the gut, Xplode hooks the arms and nails the Drop Zone on Terry Jones!! The crowd goes wild as Xplode and Sabora remain victorious in the ring.

The crowd grows silent as Xplode bends down to pick up the World Championship. After a few short moments, Xplode then hands it to Chris Sabora and raises his hand in victory! “The Sounds of Madness” by Shinedown begins to play once more as the crowd screams in delight! Racing through the entrance, a little girl hauls ass down the ramp way! She climbs the metal steps and enters the ring as Chris Sabora drops to one knee! Allana Sabora and Chris Sabora have been united once again, as the two cry in one another’s arms! Confetti rains down into the ring as fireworks explode form the arena roof top!

Gibson: Wow, this is amazing! Sabora has defended the title and won back his daughter! Through all of the talk, power, constant attacks… Sabora was able to overcome and perform the impossible, bringing down a monster. The era of the Machine is still strong.. And very much alive!! I am Rock Gibson, and this is the end of Blood Red Horizons! We will see you in two weeks for more action. See you then!!

The feed shows Xplode stepping out of the ring as Sabora and his daughter stand in victory! They smile at one another before playing to the crowd yet again.