Jan. 30th SNV

[primetime]

“Come in..”

Sounds of an arena full of people can be heard in the distance as the feed goes live, displaying what looks to be an office room. Seated behind a oversized desk, Chad Kennedy clasps his hands together as he welcomes his newest guest. Behind him, Mark Rivera leans against a wooden shelf, his arms crossed tightly against his chest.

The office door swings open now, revealing two large men. Oversized Golden Belts adorn their waists as The Las Vegas Commission enters the room. Entering behind them, their manager Zack approaches Chad and shakes his hand vigorously..

Zack: Great job, Boss! GREAT JOB INDEED!

Chad: Indeed..

The EUW Tag Team Champions find a seat now directly across from Chad. Luck, who drapes his title belt over his shoulder, smirks as Chad glances in his direction.

Chad: I have held up my end of the bargain..

Luck: Excuse me? Were you competing in that ring with us at Blood Red Horizons?

Chad: As a matter of fact, I was. I promised you gold if you signed on with the Empire and now you have it. I am a man of my word. How does it feel to be the best team in the world?

Luck glances in Dave’s direction before answering.

Luck: It feels.. Great. You did put us in the right spot as promised. You can expect our loyalty 100%.

Dave: Just remember one thing. We are here by choice.

Chad: Of course. So, with that being said, I have asked you all here for a reason. Tonight, the Empire takes one more glorious step towards complete.. Domination. Blood Red Horizons was just the tip of the iceberg, friends! I have my eyes on 2 more potential recruits who are bound to blow the doors off of the federation!

Ambrose: You mean like Fallen One?!

Stepping into the room suddenly, Jace Ambrose interrupts Chad. He looks irritated, dropping his gym bag on the floor beside him. As the room turns it’s attention in Jace’s direction, Chad begins to reply when out of no where, Mark Rivera places a hand on his shoulder and answers Jace’s question with a oddly straight face..

Rivera: You have every right to be frustrated.

Ambrose: Who in the hell are you?! Why does the names continue to pile up over my head in this group? I am starting to think F-1 had good reasons to step away.

Rivera: You have every right to. You would also be wrong. Let me introduce myself first. I am Mark Rivera, former owner of The Asylum and Chad Kennedy’s adviser. I have watched many men walk through these halls, some with chips on their shoulders and some… without. The one’s with chips, acquired them because of me. I made them who they were. I did this, by weeding out the weak from the strong. Are you strong, Jace?

Jace: What kind of question is that?

Rivera: The kind that is answered by action.. Not by words. Fallen One left because he wanted a sure thing. He needed promises and fake rewards. I only offer motivation.. And a chance to be great. Take a seat with these men here, and make the future yours, my friend. Or, walk out that door and find your own path.. The choice is yours.

Jace stares at Mark Rivera a moment, and then the rest of the room only to find a seat across from Mister Luck. Nodding at Rivera, Chad smiles and talks once more..

Chad: Okay. Tonight, the Empire steps forward as we prepare to take one more step towards domination. My father will undoubtedly return tonight. So we must make this quick.

Chad reaches into his bag, just out of sight. He then removes what looks to be a battered title belt, dropping it on the desk before him.

Chad: This.. is the EUW Hardkore Title. This title belt was retired about a year ago, due to a failing federation. Tonight, the EUW brings it back to glory as I officially reinstate it! The question remains, which one of you think you could be the contender for this strap?

The rooms goes quiet now as each man looks at one another curiously. Finally, Jace speaks.

Ambrose: The Jace.. Wants a shot at it.

Chad Kennedy and Mark Rivera exchange glances one more time, before turning to Jace.

Chad: Perfect. Consider yourself in the match.. at the next show.

Mister Luck leans forward and begins to speak.

Luck: That leaves two of the straps in the EUW taken care of. What about the Pure Title and World Title? All we are doing is scraping at the leftovers until we snatch those in to our camp! We all know that Jack Bull is pretty hot right now. Don’t get me started on Sabora..

Rivera: Sabora…

Stepping forward, Mark Rivera begins to mumble the EUW Champion’s name as he thinks of a past not too long ago involving the two men.

Chad: Are you okay, Mark?

Rivera: Indeed I am. For a man knows no peace until he has seen into the eyes of his truest enemy! Chris Sabora has been a noble champion, and one who has withstood the combined might of the EUW on many an occasion. He is, without a shadow of a doubt.. The Empire’s worst enemy. Leave him to me. I may have found the one crack… in the Machine’s solid armor.

The crowd cheers loudly as the camera feed pans from left to right! Various people wave into the camera as the feed finally finds it’s place at ringside. Rock Gibson and Xplode are seen sitting behind the announcer’s table. Xplode is wearing large sunglasses, and has a cigar in his mouth.

Gibson: I am Rock Gibson and this is… well…

Xplode: XPLODE. The best damn champion that this fed ever had! They know who I am so just get on with it!

Gibson: Umm.. Yeah. Nice glasses. Anyway, we are coming right off the heels off of probably the most memorable show in EUW history! Blood Red Horizons was absolutely amazing! I can’t even begin to describe what took place in that ring!

Xplode: I have to admit, it was pretty damn epic.

Gibson: That being said, we now have a new set of EUW Tag Champions in the Las Vegas Commission. Also, word has it that the EUW Hardkore Title has been reactivated as well! It’s surreal to think how far we have come.

Xplode: Want a damn tissue? Look, let’s just get to the festivities. Sitting by you makes me feel ill. Not to mention what it does to my pussy consumption.

Gibson: Pussy.. Consumption?

Xplode: I don’t expect you to know what that is at all, pretty boy. I mean, as far as I know-

The lights suddenly go dim as “burrito” by Seether begins to play. The crowd boos heavily as Xplode glances towards the ring entrance..

Xplode: Who in the hell is stupid enough to interrupt me..

Stepping into view, Terry Jones raises his hands and spins around. He has a thick neck brace around his neck and what looks to be a large bandage over his right ear. Behind him, enters TITAN. The fans pelt him immediately with trash as he hobbles into view..

Xplode: I can’t believe it. The big grape ape is wearing a cast! Crutches too! He really got his ass kicked, didn’t he!

Holding unto a thick crutch, TITAN smirks at the fans around him. His right leg is heavily casted, a blue bar positioned along the side of his leg. Both Terry Jones and TITAN slowly make their way to ringside as the fans begin to chant..

“YOU GOT OWNED!.. YOU GOT OWNED!!.. YOU GOT OWNED!!!”

Gibson: Wow, these fans are really letting these two have it! I can barely hear myself out here!

Xplode: They fucking deserve it.

“YOU GOT OWNED!!!.. YOU GOT OWNED!!!.. YOU GOT OWNED!!..”

A ring worker helps Terry Jones into the ring. Behind him, TITAN follows, but enters under his own accord. A microphone is handed to Terry Jones who adjusts his neck brace and begins to speak.

Jones: Well, look at all of you. Who is the evil savages now?

“FUCK TERRY JONES… FUCK TERRY JONES.. FUCK TERRY JONES..”

Jones: I would expect no less manners from you all than I would from a common sewer rat. That being said, I am actually out here for a specific reason. You see, a couple of weeks ago, my protégé here was screwed.

Gibson: What??!

Xplode: C’mon, man. Did you not see this coming?

Jones: It’s true! If you would all look at the footage of the match, TITAN clearly was put out of commission due to Sabora using a table to his advantage! A large particle of wood became embedded in TITAN’S leg artery, rendering any further attempt to defend himself.. Pointless. I am out here tonight, to state that due to this, TITAN should still be the number one contender… and Chris Sabora have no choice but to defend it against him, at a time of TITAN’s choosing.

The crowd begins to boo even louder now as Terry Jones hands the microphone to an angered TITAN. His thin silk shirt drapes over his large frame as he brings the microphone to his lips.

TITAN: SHUT UP! Hate me all you want! Look at my fucking leg! I WAS SCREWED! The world saw how I was handling Chris Sabora! He had to resort to using unsanctioned options to take me down!

Gibson: Wait.. Wasn’t it TITAN who put them on the table in the first place? That rotten son of a-

Xplode: Careful Rock, your mommy may be watching..

TITAN walks across the ring and leans against the ropes.

TITAN: I want my shot at Chris, for my World Championship.. Or there will be hell to pay. Shit.. Make it TONIGHT! I don’t care! I will do it with a bum leg and still kick his ass! DO YOU HEAR ME, CHAD! MAKE IT HAPPEN!

The crowd begins to boo loudly. There is no answer. TITAN raises the microphone once again when suddenly “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play! The crowd stands up and begins to cheer!

Gibson: Can it be?

Xplode: Well.. Look who is back.

Stepping into view, Kirk Kennedy smiles as he bows to the fans with open hands! The crowd screams in delight as he walks down the ramp way and steps into the ring cautiously. Smiling at the fans, Kirk looks in TITAN and Terry Jones’s direction.

Gibson: Business just picked up around here..

Kirk: Damn, did you both get hit by a car or something? You guys look awful!

The crowd laughs as TITAN growls in anger.

Kirk: Anyway, I couldn’t help but notice that the two of you were out here demanding a rematch. I could get into the fact that you got your ass kicked.. But I won’t. I don’t need to seeing that you can hardly walk, TITAN! Company rules clearly states that any EUW Superstar can not compete with any pre-existing injuries! Sorry, no TITLE shot for you.

TITAN: I don’t care. Screw the damn title! I want a match with Sabora..

Kirk: You know, I can see that you really mean that. That is why I am out here. I have an idea. If you can heal up in 1 month’s time, I will place you in a match against our World Champion. I will even put the Title on the line! There is a catch though..

Titan hobbles towards Kirk and glares down into his eyes deeply.

TITAN: Name it!

Kirk: If you lose, there will be no further title matches against Sabora. I mean.. NONE! This is it. It’s your choice, big man.

TITAN glances back at Terry Jones who only shrugs in return. After rubbing his chin, TITAN speaks.

TITAN: Where do I sign..

Kirk: Come with me.

The fans cheer loudly now as Kirk Kennedy exit’s the ring. Following slowly is TITAN and Jones.

Gibson: WOW! Did you see that? TITAN gets another shot at the World Title. If he loses to Sabora, that is it!

Xplode: I was sitting right here.

Gibson: We will be back after these messages and when we return, we will see our first match of the evening Stay tuned!!

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Immanuel Taylor vs. Bane

The feed springs to life as Skye is seen standing in all her glory. Her dress sparkles under the arena lights as a microphone is slowly lowered into place.

Skye: And now, out first match of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first… Bane!!

As " Feel like I do"by drowning pool hits the sound system, Bane makes his way out to the ramp way. He stands at the entrance way looking left to right as the crowd cheers for him. He then walks down to the ring, he nods his head as the fans cheer his name. Upon entering the ring he heads to a turnbuckle and stands on it showing his gratitude to the fans. Then stands in the corner awaiting for his opponent to come down or the match to start.

Gibson: There is the newcomer, Bane. That is one big dude.

Xplode: He reminds me of Beaver Cleaver..

Skye: And his opponent, Immanuel Taylor!

The lights remain in their natural state as the cameras switches to the entrance stage where “Tyrant” by Judas Priest oozes from the speakers. It’s neither loud nor blaring but rather concentrated and prevalent. The crowd reacts with attention but without boos or cheers. Immanuel Taylor walks out to the stage in his ebony black ring attire with a red hoodie, the hood on, and without pause makes his way down the ramp.

Immanuel eventually makes it to the ring where he removes his hoodie, places it on the steel steps and makes his way into the ring very carefully. Immanuel stands in one of the four corners erect with his arms on either side of his lean, slim body.

Xplode: Why does that dude look like he is constipated? I mean seriously. He looks like he had one too many loafs of bread..

Gibson: Ew. Taylor is also a newcomer to the EUW. We are looking at 2 men in their debut match here. I love watching new talent!

The bell rings as Taylor and Bane look across from each other, each man looking to make a definitive impact in their Vengeance debut. Coming out from their corners they begin to circle each other in the center of the ring, both men nearly equal in size looking for an opening presented by the other. Eventually they come together with a collar and elbow tie up and try to bully the other back into their corner. Neither man is able to get an advantage though, eventually reaching a stalemate as they break away and go back to circling each other. Bane this time goes for a single leg takedown, shooting in for it but it's immediately stuffed by Taylor who ends up forcing Bane down onto his stomach into a front facelock.

Keeping him pinned down and restricting his movements, Taylor seems content to let Bane squirm and eventually get back to his feet. He fires an elbow shot to the sternum of Taylor who isn't phased by the blow. A second shot softens the hold slightly and the third gives Bane some wiggle room, enough to break an arm free and fire a stiff forearm shot to the head of Taylor that allows him to get his entire body free. He then runs towards the ropes and comes off and looks to connect with a lariat attempt but Taylor capitalizes on his experience and steps out of the way before taking him down with a hiptoss. Taylor lands right on his coccyx and then nearly eats the cavas as Taylor fires a massive kick to his back that sends him whipping forward.

Gibson: Stiff shot there from Taylor to the back of Bane. We've seen a little bit of Immanuel Taylor over the past couple of weeks and from what's known, this could be a tough match for Bane.

Xplode: It doesn't matter how many 'bo's off the street he's put into the hospital Rock. He's the same as every other rookie, nothing until he proves himself.

Taylor looks to fire another shot to the back of Bane but Bane rolls out to the side and gets quickly up to his feet. Taylor fires a forearm shot as Bane is left in a precarious position, and a second blow knocks him back on his heels. Taylor then grabs the arm of Bane and sends him into the ropes, Bane comes off of it and gets knocked back, but not down by the clothesline attempt of Taylor. Taylor looks back at Bane, surprised slightly by the look on his face which is promptly knocked off by another forearm shot, and then a second one that knocks him back. Bane then grabs hold of Taylor and looks to slam him down with a backbreaker but Taylor slips out the backend and spins him around before taking him down with a clothesline right off the bat.

Taylor then promptly goes back to work with the submission game, locking Bane down with a hammerlock and then propping him up against his knee. Bane struggles for a bit, grasping his shoulder before trying to get to the ropes. Taylor keeps him on lock down though by pulling him up by the arm before slamming him back down to the side with a savate-esque slam and going right back into the hammerlock. Bane fights against the hold and eventually manages to claw his way towards the ropes, eventually getting a hand on them to force the break.

Gibson: Little bit of desperation there by Illidan Bane, who for the most part has been dominated this evening by Immanuel Taylor.

Xplode: I wouldn't call sitting on the back of someone asking for a piggy-back ride dominating Rock. Hammerlock, OOH! Wristlock, OOH! Let's see some real action here boys.

Bane gets to his feet and takes a measured look across at Taylor, trying to figure out a way to get inside of his defences. He comes away from the ropes and approaches Bane and extends one arm high above his head, daring Taylor to take it in a test of strength. Taylor's ego oblige's him to take it whilst extending his other arm up, Bane however uses a small measure of cunning and quickly side steps out and keeps hold of the arm of Taylor's that is locked up and quickly switches it into an armwringer, before promptly cracking it over his shoulder with an armbreaker. Taylor clutches his elbow which works perfectly for Bane who steps through down to one knee before flipping Taylor onto his back with an amateur style firemans carry slam. With both arms locked Bane goes right to work with a few blows to the face, trying to get the crow on his side. Taylor tries to swing his legs out to the side to break free but Bane uses his leverage to keep Taylor down – but leaves an opening for Immanuel to switch right into a rubber guard and look to isolate the arm of Bane for the Kimura. Bane sees it coming however, having done a measure of preparation on the newcomer and promptly tucks his hands in and backs right out of the rubber guard.

Taylor is cautious to his feet and this time when the two come together he promptly switches around and takes hold of the back of Bane and looks to connect with a german suplex. Bane blocks it though with the natural ankle tuck before switching back through so he now has control of Taylor's back. Instead of doing for a suplex though, he switches position and takes Taylor down with a backslide, catching him totally off guard as his shoulders are pressed to the canvas.

1...
2...
Immanuel Taylor kicks out

Gibson: A rather cunning move there by Bane, Taylor has seemed one step ahead of him the entire match and he played off that to his advantage with a seldom seen backslide and nearly got the win out of it.

Xplode: Something as pathetic as that isn't going to put down anyone. You actually have to hit someone to knock 'em out for three.

Bane rolls to his feet and pulls Taylor up with him and presses him into the ropes before unleashing a set of knife edge chops to the chest. Taylor takes each one and eventually manages to switch position and looks to unleash a set of his own but Bane hooks his arms into the ring ropes and flips out of the ring away from Taylor who looks down frustrated at Bane. The crowd pops slightly for the newcomer, impressed at the maneuver as well as the smarts to avoid the move. The referee comes over and yells at Bane to step back in the ring and begins the count. Taylor backs away, willing to let Bane back into the ring who climbs up the ring steps and then ducks between the ropes back into the ring at the count of six.

The two men square off once again and this time Bane takes control of the match by using Taylor's aggression against him. Immanuel looks to take Bane down with another hip toss but instead ends up on his back following a leg sweep. Bane quickly flips over with a jacknife pin on Taylor.

1...
2...
Taylor kicks out once more.

Bane rolls to his feet and pulls Taylor up and then plants him across his knee with a backbreaker, before picking him back up into his chest and dropping him with a second one across the knee. He looks for it a third time but Bane slips out the backside and immediately goes for the cobra clutch. Bane fights against it though, knowing that if Taylor locks it in it's over. Taylor appears to over power Illidan though and just before he's managed to get the second arm locked, Illidan in desperation drops to his knees and forces Taylor down onto his head with a jawbreaker.

Gibson: Desperation move their by Illidan Bane but it worked. He's just got to capitalize on the shook Immanuel Taylor.

Xplode: Mobb Deep in the building!

Illidan rolls to his feet and grabs hold of Taylor and picks him up into position looking for the Scales of Justice. Before he can slam him to the floor however, Immanuel rolls out the back and pulls Bane down with a sunset flip.

1...
2...
Bane kicks out at the last possible moment.

Trying to gain the upper hand once more, Bane quickly rebounds, rolling unto his knees and then to his feet awkwardly. He whips around, eyes closed, and takes a shot with a HUGE power clothesline, but only comes up with air as Taylor ducks out of the way effortlessly. Bane, frustrated now, swings once again with the same clothesline, only to come up with air one more time! Yanking on his air, Bane begins to try a third time, only to be grabbed and twisted up into the Perpetual Ferocity! (Bridged Cobra Clutch Hold)

Gibson: This could be it!

Without any time passing, Bane immediately begins to struggle to break free only to have Taylor hold on tightly. Moments go by, and Bane’s arm slump to the mat for the very last time..

The ref calls for the bell immediately.

Skye: Your winner.. Immanuel Taylor!

Taylor stands in the center of the ring, staring down at his first victim in the EUW. The fans applaud his efforts, as his theme song begins to play.

Gibson: Great effort by both rookies here. Taylor looks like one to watch here.

Xplode: Right, You say that about everyone. Let's go to commercial already!

[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]

“Excuse me, I am looking for the locker rooms, the name is Heath Savage?”

A large man is seen standing in the hallway backstage, his face covered in black and white make up. His black hair is slicked back behind his head as he looks towards what looks to be a bald man from the back. Before the man can answer, a female approaches as well, a large gym bag slung over her shoulder. She smiles as she glances at both men with a perfect grin.

Allison: Hey, mind pointing me to the woman’s locker room too? I am Allison Williams.

The fans begin to cheer loudly now. The camera pans around to see the face of the bald man. It is Chuck Johnson, and his smile could not be any larger..

CJ: Damn.. I am not sure if we have a female locker room. You’re welcome to share mine with me though!

Allison smirks sarcastically as she answers.

Allison: No thanks. I will just find a bathroom and change in there. Thanks for nothing..

Allison Williams walks away, leaving Chuck Johnson to arch his back to get a better view of her back end. Satisfied, he shakes his head slowly with a large grin before glancing back at the Heath Savage. Savage is still standing there, staring at Chuck curiously..

CJ: Damn, I sure as hell hope that I get first shot at her. Do you think her finishing move is the head scissors? What about the Mounted Press?

The crowd starts laughing as Heath Savage remains straight faced.

CJ: Damn man. The locker rooms are down that way! You can’t miss ‘em.

Savage: Thanks. I appreciate it.

Chuck Johnson watches as Heath Savage exits down the hallway. Shaking his head once more, Chuck begins to speak as he places his hands upon his waist..

CJ: First women… then make up wearing men? What the fuck is this place, a circus?!

“YOU WILL NOT ACHIEVE THY VICTORY OVER ME!!!!”

Sounds of wood splintering and furniture flying are heard now as CJ whips his head around toward the source! Racing down the hallway, he stops in the doorway just in time to see the mighty Brett Cross collapse into a pile of broken chairs and locker room shelves! Standing in the corner shocked is Heath Savage. His hands are held up in protest as he shakes his head and slides past CJ to exit the room.

CJ: What the hell did you do to Brett, man?

Savage: Nothing! I was changing when out of nowhere, he was collided into the lockers.. Breaking them to pieces! I am out of here. That dude is crazy..

CJ peers into the doorway as he catches sight of Brett Cross slowly climbing back to his feet. Approaching the large Viking, CJ bends down and picks up his Cross’s trench coat, offering it to the disgruntled man.

CJ: You dropped this, bud.

Cross slowly looks up at CJ, running his fingers through his tousled hair. Before CJ can react, Cross then reaches out and grips CJ by the throat, slamming him into the wall and causing a large crack behind him! After a bit of struggle, Chuck manages to kick Cross in the gut and shove him away! Both men stare at one another, ready to strike when a new voice is heard…

“Leave. This man needs peace..”

Turning around but still checking on Cross, Chuck Johnson catches sight of the EUW World Champion, Chris Sabora. CJ backs up slowly, before nodding at Sabora and exiting the room. Cross does not move at all, except to change his focus to Sabora now. Sabora glances back at him without a care. There is no fear on the face of either man.

Sabora: The war is over, my friend. I know the truth of this curse that has plagued you. I can no longer watch you fall apart from afar.

Cross: How does thou know of my curse?! Reveal yourself, before I look upon you as my enemy.

Sabora: That.. is not necessary. These attacks upon you over the last few months, they are not what they seem. You see, I am quite familiar with inner demons. I have a few myself. We are kindred spirits.. You and I. The enemy that has plagued you, is yourself.

Brett Cross approaches Chris Sabora now. Both men stand up to their full height, neither backing down.

Cross: I can feel a great strength in you… man of the machines. You are wise in what you speak. If this enemy that attacks me is no one.. How does one explain it?

Sabora: Sometimes, our own grief’s become far too heavy to bare. There is no one attacking you, Brett. There is only yourself. Solve this weakness and find strength in yourself once more.

Cross: I do not know how..

Sabora: The feelings of constant war can weigh heavily upon a man. Only another warrior can relate to this. You know where to find me if you need me. Think on what I have said, Brett. I have no reason to fool you.

Sabora turns to exit the room, leaving Brett alone. Brett glances around him now into the broken materials left behind in his wake, until he exits as well..

[primetime]

The cameras cut to the backstage area now where we find EUW backstage interviewer Jack Rogers standing with a microphone in hand. He simply gazes into the camera before speaking to the viewing audience watching on the big screen.

Jack Rogers: Ladies and gentlemen, since Blood Red Horizons the few people that have managed to catch a glimpse of him have cited a radical change in the demeanor of the EUW superstar known only as The Scorpion. Tonight, I hope to conduct the first interview with this man since his defeat at the PPV.

His piece said, Jack slowly turns and walks down a nearby hallway. He motions for the cameraman to follow as he slowly walks down the corridors, keeping an eye out for any noticeable sign of life. Finally, he sees a door slightly ajar to his left side and motions for the camera to follow. He casually pushes open the door and walks into a dark and dusty room, completely barren of any type of furniture. Obviously a spare room of some kind, the only thing in the small area is a dark figured slumped in the corner, his hair covering his face. The unmistakable form of the man called The Scorpion. Jack sees him, seemingly builds his courage, and walks over to attempt to get his interview.

Jack Rogers: Mr. Scorpion sir? Jack Rogers here. I would like to get a word from you regarding your match with Jack Bull at Blood Red Horizons as well as your match tonight against the Extreme Jeckel Brothers.

Jack holds the microphone down for The Scorpion to talk, yet he does not even flinch at Jack. Jack looks a bit confused before speaking once again.

Jack Rogers: Mr. Scorpion. I know how leery you are of others, but I really need some comments from you. Please give me some of your time.

Again, The Scorpion doesn’t even flinch at the notion of Jack wanting a word from him. Slightly frustrated, Jack shakes the man on the ground in front of him, wondering if he might be asleep. At this shake, The Scorpion finally turns his head and looks at Jack. However, his face is a far cry from the fiery zealot people have grown used to. His eyes are heavy and swollen, he has large bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, and his face is a mask of absolute sorrow. Even Jack Rogers is taken aback as The Scorpion now slowly rises up to his feet.

Jack Rogers: I apologize for disturbing you, but the EUW fans needs to know your thoughts. Rumor has it that you have a new target in mind here in EUW. Would you like to elaborate on that? Is it one of your opponents here tonight?

The Scorpion again says absolutely nothing as he just looks at Jack sadly before quickly closing his eyes. He lets out a soft, depressing sigh before calmly walking away from Jack and out the door, not even attempting to give Jack his interview. Jack appears dumbfounded, but tries his best to maintain composure.

Jack Rogers: I have no idea what is wrong with the man, but he’s even weirder than normal. I have no idea what it is, but something has definitely changed this man. Fans, my apologies, but apparently The Scorpion has no comment at this time…

[primetime]

Tag Team Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Damaged Goods vs. One Puzzo Nation

Gibson: Our next match will be a tag team affair, and I am truly excited for this one. 2 teams, ready to battle it out, hoping to have a chance at greatness. The One Puzzo Nation comes into this match red hot off the heels of AJ Valdez’s big win at Blood Red Horizons. Both of these men have quite a bit of experience teaming with one another. It will be hard to overcome that.

Xplode: Did they pay you to advertise for them or what?

Gibson: huh?

Xplode: There opponents tonight are newcomers to the EUW but don’t let it fool you, these guys are here to play. With a long history on the indie circuit, it was only a matter of time until Damaged Goods found their way to the biggest stage on the net, EUW. My money is on them.

Gibson: Did they pay YOU to say that about them?

Xplode: Actually.. Yes.

The feed now cuts to the ring where Skye begins to speak.

Skye: The following match is scheduled for one fall. It will be a tag team affair. Coming to the ring first, Damaged Goods!

"There is nothing worse than.. DAMAGED GOODS!"

"Dirty Deeds" by AC/DC begins to play as Scott Lawson and Randy White step unto the stage area. Both men focus forward as they head on down the rampway without any hesitation. The fans cheer loudly as both men arrive at ringside. Turning to face the fans, Scott Lawson raises one closed fist as Randy White rolls under the bottom rope and enters the ring.

Entering the ring behind his partner, Scott Lawson walks in circles as Randy White stands with his hands on his hips. With the fans literally standing up out of their seats and offering a huge pop, White and Lawson are seen in the ring discussing matters as the theme song slowly fades out.

Gibson: I will admit, these guys are impressive looking. Look at the size of Scott Lawson!

Xplode: That little guy with him looks like he can hold his own as well. Either that or he is just a circus midget.

Skye: And their opponents. One Puzzo Nation!!!

Both AJ Valdez and Marcus Puzzo walk through the entrance as the song "California Love" by Tupac begins to play. They walk down the rampway and enter the ring, quickly prepared for the match.

Gibson: These four men seem pretty even physically. Let’s get this match under way.

The bell rings as Randy White and Marcus Puzzo start off for their teams. They circle one another a moment, before they reach out and lock up. There is a short test of strength for a moment, until Marcus slides Randy in to a hard head wrench. Marcus smiles in satisfaction until Randy counters by sliding out and locking in an arm lock. Marcus, now shaking his head, slaps his shoulder and proceeds to flip in the air and break the hold. Marcus then steps back and swings his arm hard, clothes lining Randy to the mat with authority!

Xplode: Damn..

Playing to the crowd, Marcus turns around with his hands held out. Behind him, the crowd cheers in delight as Randy kicks back up to his own two feet with a large smile upon his face! He then grabs Marcus from behind the skull, and falls backward for a inverted face buster! Marcus hit’s the mat hard holding his head! Randy then spins around in place and rises up once more, only to grab Marcus by the arm and drag him into the Damaged Goods corner!

Gibson: It looks like we have a tag here. Randy White is showing a bit of skill here.

Tagging in Scott Lawson, Randy White stomps Marcus hard and then lifts him up into a full nelson submission. Scott then rushes the two men and spears Marcus, just as Randy White steps aside and exit’s the ring. Marcus holds unto his ribs as he cringes upon the mat. Scott circles him, his face very serious. Bending over, he grabs the smaller man and easily hoists Marcus unto his shoulder blade. With a running start, Scott drives Marcus into the mat with a shoulder driver! Scott then sits up on his knees and looks down at the carnage.

Gibson: Look at the power on that man! He is dominating inside of that ring!

Xplode: Well.. We are talking about Marcus here. His greatest accomplishment is being peeled off of the bottom of Chris Sabora’s boot.

Gibson: (laughing) Nice..

Rising back up, Scott Lawson looks from left to right at the fans around him and then points in the direction of AJ Valdez. Valdez responds with a loud growl in return. Scott then picks up Marcus and Irish Whips him hard into his own corner, allowing Valdez to be tagged in!!

Gibson: What?? Why would he do that?

Xplode: It’s called being a damn man. That Lawson fella’ is giving Valdez a shot at him.

Valdez steps through the ropes quickly, only to stomp towards center ring. Both men lean into one another, forehead to forehead, while they taunt now. Valdez is first to attack as he strikes Lawson hard in the face. Valdez keeps up the attack again and again, driving Scott back with each attack. Scott tries to counter with a hard clothesline but Valdez shrugs it off, instead using the opening to grab Scott and lift him into the air with a body press!

Valdez lets go of Scott, sending Scott’s body slamming face first into the mat with a thud. Valdez then turns around to attack once more, only to be hit with a drop kick from Randy White who has launched off of a nearby turnbuckle!! Valdez plops hard to the mat, just as Scott rolls him up into a school boy pin!

1..

Valdez kicks out!

Xplode: Those guys seem to be quite a team. Great interaction there.

Rolling over, Valdez uses an arm flip to send Scott to the mat hard. Valdez then dives to his corner, tagging Marcus in to the ring! Marcus rushes in with stiff kicks to Scott Lawson, as Valdez gathers himself. Both men then grab an arm of Scott, double Irish Whipping him into the ropes! Upon the return, Valdez grabs Scott into a bear hug and lifts him into the air! Marcus then grabs the head of Lawson and shoots forward, dropping him with a neck breaker!! Marcus then covers for the pin!

1..
2.…
Randy White drops a leg on the back of Marcus’s head to break up the pin!

Gibson: Close one there!

Valdez flies back into the ring now, laying into Randy White hard! Randy is pushed back with each strike, only to spin to the ground and sweep Valdez off of his feet! Randy then grabs the nearby top rope and uses it to launch into the air! He then twists and performs an acrobatic neck scissors, twisting Valdez harshly and sending the big man over the top rope!

Xplode: Holy.. . Shit.

Marcus turns to attack Randy and lays into him with an elbow to the cheek! Groggy now, Scott Lawson rises to his feet and grabs Marcus, Irish Whipping him into the ropes. As Marcus comes back, Scott grabs him around the waist and lifts him high! Randy White then rushes forward as the two nail The Core!!! (Dudley Death Drop).

Gibson: WHAT AN AMAZING MOVE!!!!

Marcus slams into the mat face first and finds himself on his back after from the impact! Scott Lawson then covers for the pin while Randy White ascends a nearby turnbuckle, posing for the fans who cheer them along!

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2.….
Three!!

Skye: Your winners… Damaged Goods!

“Dirty Deeds” by AC/DC begins to play as Randy and Scott high five one another. At ringside, Valdez is seen rising up to his hands and knees, shaking his head in confusion. The crowd offers their support to the victors.

Gibson: What an amazing debut by Damaged Goods tonight. I think the tag division may have become that much more interesting..

[primetime]

The fans begin to cheer instantly as a familiar face enters through the parking lot entrance! Smiling with a heavy bag slung over his shoulder, Dante Holly nods at a few employees before stopping to take a picture with a lucky fan.

Holly: Enjoy your image, believer! I am off to see Chad Kennedy now. Remember, always brush your teeth after every meal!

Making a “swoosh” sound with his lips, Dante then pretends to fly away until he reaches a door that reads..

[Chad Kennedy: CEO of The Empire.]

He then opens the door slowly, only to see Mark Rivera sitting at a desk with none other than Eddie Laurel!

Holly: Commissioner Rivera.. You have returned!

Rivera: Why yes, Dante. I have! Please, come in, son.

Dante enters the office as he shuts the door behind him. He then finds a seat beside Eddie who remains in place, chewing upon a toothpick.

Dante: I was under the impression that the EUW has a new owner now. Have I missed something? I should have sensed this-

Rivera (interrupting.): Dante, my dearest friend. Having you back in the fold really makes me feel better. I felt so alone! It’s like I have family again! You look great. I see you have been hitting the weights pretty well.

Dante: I have learned to focus my energies to bring about the maximum strength that I am capable of!

Rivera: Great! Your choice to join the Empire could not have come at a better time!

Dante: I am not sure if-

Rising from his desk yet again, Mark Rivera finds a seat on it, directly over Dante.

Rivera: Dante, I am sure you remember Eddie Laurel here. I have assigned him to you as a sort of.. Side kick! I have a mission for you of grave importance..

Dante: A mission?!!! Please, do not hold back in your description. I must tend to the welfare of the EUW!

Yanking a small machine out of his pocket, Mark looks on curiously as Dante begins to type away furiously..

Rivera: What is that?

Dante: It is my Nubile-Sensor. It helps me to trace any and all evil! I brought it along in case the evil Toby Hunter returned!

Rivera: Toby… Hunter? Why would he return?

Dante: I have found proof linking him to the death of the former GM.. Vincent Ellis. Alas, Hunter is no where to be found. I must push back the search.

Mark rises from the desk now and strolls across the room. He looks lost in thought for a moment, before turning to face Laurel and Holly once again.

Rivera: Dante, I want you to forget about Toby Hunter. Never mention his name again.

Holly: Well, as I have said, the search is pushed back for now.

Rivera: NO! I do not want you to even think of that man. Toby has a way of.. Popping up… when you least want him to. His career is dead. Let’s keep it that way. There is no use in raising any old ghosts…

Holly: If that is what you wish, Mister Rivera.

Rivera: It is. Why don’t Eddie and you head on out and get to know the other Empire members. I am sure they will be thrilled to meet a real super hero such as yourself!

Holly: INDEED! COME EDDIE LAUREL! WE MUST MAKE HASTE!

Dante then grabs Eddie by the arm suddenly, and yanks him out of his chair. The two of them head to the door when Mark Rivera speaks once more.

Rivera: Dante, Eddie… welcome to the Empire.

The two of them exit the room leaving Mark Rivera by himself. He stares forward, for a moment, until a new voice breaks the silence. Stepping into view, Shawn Ashen smiles as he folds his arms neatly. His large cowboy hat covers most of his facial features. He is well dressed in a sharp suit.

Ashen: These guys are just too stupid. We are going to have an army by the end of the week at this rate!

Rivera: You just get out there and play your part well. I will worry over the intricacies of political life.

Ashen: I just don’t understand why we need the prodigal son in the picture though. Between my money and your brains, this company is ripe for the taking!

Mark Rivera walks over to a nearby window and looks out.

Rivera: All in good time, friend… all in good time.

[primetime]

Tag Team Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
The Extreme Jeckel Brothers vs. Eddie Laurel and Scorpion

Gibson: So here we have our first Tag Match of the night, with Eddie Laurel and The Scorpion doing battle with the Extreme Jeckel Brothers..

Xplode: Oh boy, you know I just can’t wait to watch a match with a tag team that calls themselves “Extreme”! I cannot contain my utter excitement.

Gibson: Nice sarcasm, Xplode. Really nice.

As “Bodies” hits the PA system, Roy and Jackal walk out onto the stage, flanked by Sara and Jessica. Both men stop, hands on their hips and look at eachother, giving a quick nod as the cymbals crash and the main chorus of “Bodies” pounds throughout the arena. The cheers outweigh the boos as Viper and Jackal run down the entrance ramp.

Skye: From Dublin, Ireland and The Second Circle of Hell respectively, weighing in at a total of four hundred and seventy two pounds..Roy Viper and The Jackal, THE EXTREME JECKEL BROTHERS!!!!

Viper goes around the left side of the ring, and Jackal the right side, running around ringside and hi-fiving several fans. When the lyrics cut, Jackal and Viper cross eachother at ringside, turning around and rolling into the ring, with Viper rushing over to the upper-left and Jackal rushing to the lower-right corner. Both men mount the turnbuckle, raising their arms as Jessica and Sara walk towards ringside. Roy quickly rushes over to the lower-left turnbuckle, grasping the top rope and hopping up, laying across it as Jackal sits beneath it, waiting and watching as the lights in the arena go out and "The Other Side" by Sirenia begins to play over the PA. Two spotlights descend from the rafters, shining on a spot just off-center on the stage. From this spot, The Scorpion rises from the stage on a platform, kneeling, eyes closed, but without his hands in prayer. As the Scorpions ascent completes, he opens his eyes, getting to his feet and walking down the ramp.

Skye: Standing at six feet and four inches, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds..THE SCORPION!!

He slowly walks to the ring without so much as glancing at the crowd, nor at his opponents either. He slides under the bottom rope, ignoring Viper and Jackal and walking towards the top-right corner, throwing off his trenchcoat under the turnbuckle and climbing onto the apron, raising his head and gazing into space nonchalantly.

Gibson: Wow, he looks focused..

Xplode: He looks sleepy.

Gibson: Focused.

Xplode: Whatever.

"Psychosis" by Poets of the Fall blasts out of the PA and Eddie Laurel steps out onto the stage, accompanied by Jedediah King. Laurel calmly walks down the ramp, while Jed panders to the crowd, high-fiving some fans as Eddie calmly walks down the ramp.

Skye: Accompanied by Jedediah King, weighing in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds..EDDIE LAUREL!

Eddie slides into the ring and takes off his jacket, walking over to the corner where Scorpion is standing and places it in the same corner, causing Scorpion to instinctively sweep a foot out and onto his trenchcoat, pulling back and sliding it to ringside. Eddie shrugs, rolling up his sleeves and walking towards the middle of the ring where Jed has now appeared, both men taking a quick bow to the crowd. Jackal and Viper roll their eyes, and Jackal climbs onto the apron, but before Laurel and Jed can get ready, Viper rushes out of his corner, slamming a forearm into Laurels back! The referee quickly shoos Jed out of the ring, stopping him from hitting Viper, and quickly points at the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Laurel immediately scuttles to his feet and turns around. Viper and Laurel immediately lock up forearms, jostling for position. Viper shoves Laurel away, and Laurel responds by pushing Viper, sending him into his corner. The crowd laugh as Laurel flexes his right arm with a small smirk on his face.

Gibson: Wow, Viper got shoved by Laurel of all people..

Xplode: Viper, you goddamn weakling..DO SOMETHING!

Viper claps his hands together, rushing forward. Both men lock forearms again, jostling for position. Vipers hands grasp Laurels shoulders, pushing downwards and sending Laurel onto one knee. Laurels arms shake, but he quickly rises to his knee, walking forward and sending Viper into the ropes, still grasping his forearms. With Viper against the ropes, Laurel quickly releases the hold, delivering a swift, sharp chop to Vipers chest. Viper doubles over, allowing Laurel to deliver a swift kick upwards, sending Viper reeling into a standing position. Laurel takes a few steps backwards, rushing forward and clotheslining Viper, sending him backflipping over the top rope, smashing his back off the apron and sending him rolling to the outside. Jackal jumps from the apron, rushing over to Viper and checking up on him as Laurel walks over to Scorpion. Scorpion is completely unresponsive, simply staring down at the mat without glancing at Laurel who waves his hand under Scorpions face. Jed himself walks over to the apron, looking up at Eddie with a confused look.

Xplode: What is with that freak? He’s not doing anything..That’s not how we wrestle here, dammit!

Gibson: Scorpion seems turned off. Literally. As if someones flicked a switch and he’s powered down.

Viper quickly slides into the ring, and Laurel turns around, walking forward. Both men go to lock forearms again, but as the crowd jeer impatiently, Viper releases quickly, giving Laurel a sharp slap to the cheek which echoes throughout the arena! Laurel reels backwards, only for Viper to rush forward, locking Laurels under his right arm and pulling him into the middle of the ring, slamming him to the mat with a vicious Spike DDT! Laurels head snaps off the mat, sending him crumbling lifelessly onto his stomach. Viper rolls Laurel onto his back, going for an STF, but Eddie rolls forward and onto his feet, turning around. Vipers rebounds off the ropes and runs at Laurel, hitting him with a swift Clothesline. Keeping the momentum flowing, Viper rebounds off the opposite set of ropes and towards Laurel again, who rolls onto his back as if to dodge the move. Viper skids to a halt, shrugging and leaning down, grasping the right arm of Laurel and locking both his hands into the nose and mouth of Laurel, locking in a Crossface! Viper pulls back without mercy and Laurel screams wildly, reaching forward in a futile attempt to grasp a rope. Scorpion raises his head, glancing at Laurel without a look of emotion as Viper pulls back harder on the hold. Laurel jumps slightly, inching forward on his stomach. Viper can’t pull Laurel back into the original position, as Viper is also on the mat. This allows Laurel to eventually jolt forward towards the bottom rope. Doing so causes Vipers grip on his right arm to weaken, allowing Laurel to remove it from his legs and bring it up, punching backwards and hitting Viper in the mouth. Viper rolls backwards, clutching his mouth and staring down at Laurel. He rushes forward, but Jackal whistles, holding out a hand. Viper nods, walking over to his partner. Both men exchange a quick set of orders, with Viper looking at the still-emotionless Scorpion while Jackal slams a fist into his open palm, looking at Laurel. Viper pats the back of Jackal and Jackal climbs into the ring, walking over to Laurel who has a hand outstretched towards Scorpion, who is completely uninterested in Laurels plight. Jackal quickly stomps on the right hand, stopping him from reaching out and leans down, hauling Laurel to his feet, punching him in the side of the temple and sending him reeling backwards into a nearby corner.

Gibson: Laurel is suffering, he needs to tag!

Xplode: Uh-huh. Wake me when it’s over.

Gibson: At least show some fucking interest!

Xplode: I am. I’m watching with my eyes closed, honest. See? Scorpion tagged in.

Gibson: ..You’re an absolute dick.

Jackal delivers a swift kick to the midsection of Laurel, before leaning in and locking his hands around his throat. The referee rushes forward, grasping Jackals hands and pulling back on them. Jackal releases the choke, walking backwards from Laurel with his arms raised. The referee gets into Jackals face, telling him not to do it again…Except as he does this, it allows Jessica Martinez to jump onto the apron, digging her nails into the scalp of Laurel. Laurel screams wildly, clutching her hands. The referee turns around quickly, only for Martinez to have jumped off the apron, returning to pace around the ring. Jed himself, seeing this happen, runs around the length of ringside and towards Jessica, pushing her over and sending her collapsing to the ground! Some of the crowd laugh, some cheer and some jeer as Jed runs back around to his portion of ringside, arms raised. Jackal walks over to the ropes as Laurel falls to his knees, clutching his scalp and looking at his hand: Martinez drew blood. As Laurel gazes at this blood, Jackal is busy swiping his hand at Jed, who simply responds by walking towards the ropes and spitting in the face of Jackal. Jackal closes his eyes, stepping backwards and Laurel slaps the mat, rushing forward and hitting a Shining Wizard to the side of Jackals head! Jackal collapses to the mat, and Eddie goes for a quick cover.

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Kick out by Jackal!

Xplode: No way, Jose.

Gibson: Laurel gets it close, but no cigar.

Jackal gets to his feet and swings a punch at Laurel, only for Laurel to duck under it and send a fist into Jackals side! Jackal reels backwards and Laurel runs forward, leaping up and locking his legs around Jackals neck, twisting and flipping, sending Jackal splayed across the ring with a swift Hurracanrana! The force sends Jackal into the corner of Laurel and Scorpion. Jackal turns his head slowly, coming face to face with Scorpion who is looking back at him with complete disinterest. Jackal turns and backs away, aiming a swift punch at Scorpion who simply ducks under it before standing back up, shrugging his shoulders slightly. This distraction allows Laurel to run forward, slapping Scorpions shoulder. As Scorpion is grasping the tag rope inadvertently, the referee motions that a tag has been made. Scorpion turns to face Laurel, who climbs onto the apron, motioning for him to get into the ring.

Gibson: About damn time!

Xplode: Huh..wha--

Gibson: Were you sleeping?

Xplode: Checking my eyes for light leaks. Is Scorpion getting involved? KICK HIS FUCKING ASS, SCORP!!!

Scorpion slowly climbs into the ring, sending Jackal jogging backwards into the middle of the ring, scouting his new opponent. Scorpion stays in the corner, looking blankly at Jackal before turning around, slapping Laurels chest and climbing onto the apron. The referee looks confused for a second, but motions that the tag has been made. Laurel scowls at Scorpion, asking him audibly: “What the hell are you doing?” Scorpion doesn’t respond, not verbally or with a facial expression, instead looking straight ahead. Laurel slaps Scorpions shoulder, only for Scorpion to keep standing there. Viper, clearly getting impatient in his corner, yells “GO IN FOR THE KILL!” Jackal quickly stops watching the charade happening across from him, rushing forward and nailing the unaware Laurel with a swift elbow! Laurel is sent backwards, his upper back smashing into the guard railing as he does! Jackal climbs outside, grabbing Laurels head and leading him over to the steel steps, smashing his head off of them before rolling him into the ring. Laurel gets to his feet groggily, but Jackal is quicker, rolling in and hitting Laurel with another swift elbow, sending him to one knee. This allows Jackal to lean down, grasping the body and head of Laurel and lifting him onto his shoulders before falling sideways, smashing Laurels head and neck into the mat with a Death Valley Driver!

Gibson: Laurel, driven down with authority!

Jackal goes for the quick pin.

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KICK OUT!

Xplode: Nope. Try again.

Jackal instead leans down, hauling Laurel up to his feet and shoving him into his own corner. Scorpion simply sidesteps away, causing a huge jeer to roll through the crowd, but that doesn’t even phase Scorpion. Laurel extends a hand, but Jackal simply swings a foot into Eddies gut. Eddie stumbles forward in pain, only for Jackal to grasp his right arm and swing him over, slamming him ruthlessly into the mat with a vicious Hip Toss. Laurel lays on the mat, clutching his back, which gives Jackal enough time to climb onto the apron. Scorpion and Jackal exchange glances, but Scorpion doesn’t even care. Not a smile, not a frown. Jackal grins and climbs up to the top rope, pointing to the crowd before leaping off, slamming himself into Laurel with a Frog Splash! He goes for the cover!

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KICK OUT!

Laurel somehow thrusts a shoulder up. Jackal gets to his feet, unphased, and whips Laurel into the Brothers corner. Viper leans around the turnbuckle, locking his right bicep around Eddies throat and choking him. The referee rushes over, grabbing Vipers arm and yelling at him. Viper simply lets go, raising his arms and walking across the apron with an innocent grin on his face. The referee follows Viper, getting into his face and telling him to stop cheating..only for Sara Alexandria to jump onto the apron with her boot in hand. Jed quickly notices, rushing around the length of ringside and runs past Sara with an arm outstretched, catching her right leg and sending her collapsing onto the apron, smashing her back off of it and sending her down to the mats below! Jed grins, waving to the crowd before turning around and running back around ringside…with Viper hopping down and chasing after him!

Xplode: HEY! REF! STOP BEING A GODDAMN IDIOT!

Gibson: Teamwork is prevailing here. Scorpions just not interested at all, and Laurel is suffering because of it.

Xplode: Teamwork? Vipers went and fucked off to deal with that moron!

Jed quickly slides into the ring, rushing past Laurel who walks forward, pushing Viper and stopping him. The referee, clearly frustrated at the anarchy, walks forward and tells Viper to stop. As Jed hits ringside, Sara and Jessica approach him with their hands on their hips, causing the crowd to cheer wildly! Hearing this, the referee turns around, walking over to the ropes and yelling at them to leave ringside! Sara, Jed and Jessica look at the referee in frustration, only for him to point up the ramp, yelling at them to leave!

Skye: The referee has ordered Sara Alexandria, Jedediah King and Jessica Martinez to leave ringside!

Jed quickly turns around, dashing up the ramp, with Jessica and Sara giving chase! Viper uses this time and rushes over to his corner and onto the apron, grasping the tag rope and quickly slaps the back of Jackal, who was watching in sheer confusion. Jackal snaps out of it, turning to Viper and nodding, before rushing over to Laurel, scooping him into the air and slamming his back down viciously into the mat with the Demon Driver! Jackal almost goes for the pin, but the referee rushes over, yelling at Jackal to get back in the ring. Jackal scrambles backwards, climbing onto the apron as Roy rushes over, grasping Laurels left arm and locking his legs around Laurels neck, locking in a Triangle Hold! Laurels gasps and cries for air are clearly audible as he looks back at Scorpion…who simply chooses to hop off the apron and walk around ringside. The jeers echo through the arena as Scorpion walks towards the ramp, hands on his hips, and take one final look back at Laurel, before simply walking up it. This enrages Laurel, who slowly arches his back, causing Vipers hold to loosen as he attempts to readjust the Triangle Hold to this new position. Laurel uses this to quickly turn around, his arm still held tightly by Viper, and swing a vicious left hand into the kidney area of Viper. Viper lets go of the hold, clutching his side. Laurel rushes at Viper, leaping up and going for a Shining Wizard. Viper lunges forward, rolling underneath Laurel who quickly lands on his feet. Viper quickly rolls around, rushing towards Laurels turned back and locks his arms around his gut, lifting him and slamming him backwards into the mat with a vicious German Suplex! Viper keeps his hands locked around Laurels gut, however, and rolls him sideways and onto his feet, lifting him and sending him into the mat with a second consecutive suplex! Viper rolls Laurel to his side, who is now clearly out on his feet, and lifts him again, hitting a third German Suplex which Viper releases, sending Laurel rolling across the ring! Scorpion stops halfway up the ramp, turning around and watching as Viper walks over to Laurel, rolling him onto his stomach and grasping his ankle.

Xplode: Laurel, you’re fucked.

Gibson: Laurel might still have something in the tank. You saw how angry he got when Scorpion left ringside..He might have something brewing!

Viper leans down, grasping Laurels ankle and tightening his arms around it, locking in an Ankle Lock! Laurel screams in agony, reaching towards the ropes. As he goes to leap forward, Viper notices and stands slightly, pulling backwards and pulling Laurel into the middle of the ring! The crowd begin to cheer wildly as Viper gets on one knee, focusing his power on the excruciating hold. Jackal claps his hands, pounding his right foot onto the mat as if to persuade Laurel to tap. Laurel shakes his head, a fierce intensity crossing his face as he pushes up onto his arms, lunging forward and rolling forward. The surprise of this makes Viper release the hold, and allows Laurel to escape to ringside. The frustrated Viper slams his palms on the ropes, causing Jackal to rush over and grasp his head, whispering something into his ear. Laurel is now walking around ringside and towards the ramp, pointing up at Scorpion. Scorpion is simply watching without a look of neither interest nor disinterest. Even when Laurel yells “Fuck you!”, Scorpion doesn’t react, instead turning around and continuing to walk up the ramp. Laurel turns around, sliding into the ring, which allows Viper to rush forward, hitting a dropkick which hits Laurel in his lower jaw! Eddie hits the mat hard as Viper tags in Jackal! Walking across the ring, Jackal scoops up Laurel easily and lifts him up into the Demon Driver! Jackal then covers for the pin!

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Three!

Skye: Your winners.. The Extreme Jeckel Brothers!

Both Jackal and Roy Viper celebrate in the ring as Eddie Laurel stirs upon the mat. The fans cheer the winners on as the lights strobe from black to white along the arena roof tops.

Gibson: Great win by the Jeckel Brothers here. I can tell you right now that both the Empire as well as The EUW will be fighting over these two! We will be right back!

[primetime]

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[primetime]

The feed is back as Fallen One exit’s a room, letting the door slowly shut behind him. He looks wet, as if he had just taken a shower. With a bottle of water in hand, he proceeds down the hallway when suddenly he feels someone staring at him. Annoyed now, he stops in his tracks, only to turn around and face his new guest.

Seated upon a stack of cardboard boxes, Danny Tenfold smiles from under a large hood.

Tenfold: Well hello there, F-1!

F-1: Can I do something for you? Or is something wrong with your damn eyes?!

Danny Tenfold hops down from the boxes and adjusts his jacket. Smiling, he answers.

Tenfold: I was just told that you are my partner for the next show. I just thought I would see if the rumors about you are true.

F-1: Son of a damn bitch! Another partner?! Why do they make me carry you punks?!

Tenfold: Hey! Hold on there!

Danny begins to pace before F-1. Fallen One does not take his eyes off of the smaller man.

Tenfold: You know, the Empire screwed you good. I saw you walk away from that tag title match. You were sick of their games.

F-1: What? Kirk got you newbies recruiting for him now?!

Tenfold: Not at all! As a matter of fact, Kirk hasn’t said a thing to any of us! I just know that the EUW is important, something that must be defended at all costs! The Empire is looking to destroy everything about it! I mean, the History, Legacy, ALL OF IT! That history should be more important to you than it is to me!

F-1: I don’t need a lecture, kid.

Fallen One turns around and begins to walk away when Danny yells out to him.

Tenfold: A few of us boys are getting together to come up with a way of stopping The Empire. We need people like you. The EUW has been in your blood a long time, F-1. I remember watching you on TV when I was in college! This ain’t about team work and friends. This is about defending your home! I know you will do what’s right.

Fallen One, a frown upon his face, speaks over his shoulder.

F-1: I gave up doing what’s right a long time ago..

He then leaves the hallway, leaving Danny Tenfold with a sad look upon his face.

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Brett Cross vs. Danny Tenfold

Rock Gibson: Well fans, it's time now for the match that is garnering quite a bit of interest backstage, as Brett Cross finally gets in the ring once again with Danny Tenfold. These two had a massive confrontation at Blood Red Horizons that ended in a draw, so each man wants to prove he is better here tonight.

Xplode: So explain to me again why I should care? Neither guy won last time for heaven’s sake!

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

Cross steps up to the ring using the steps and then climbs in over the top rope. Cross extends his arms wide in the middle of the ring in a symbol of the cross and then removes The Hammer Mjollnir from over his neck before kissing it and placing it over the turnbuckle. Then, he slides out of his furred trench coat and tosses it over the ropes. After, he turns to his opponent while loosening up for the match.

Rock Gibson: Look at the focus in the eyes of Brett Cross. He is definitely motivated like never before tonight!

"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.

Xplode: Look at this guy Rock. Why is he so damn happy? He’s yet to beat Brett Cross!

The bell quickly rings, but Brett Cross wastes no motion as he sprints forward and hits a monster spear, lifting Danny off of the mat and carrying him halfway across the ring! Danny bounces off the mat and yells in pain, but doesn't have time for anything else as Cross charges and nails a stiff shoulderblock as soon as he gets up! Brett Cross again wastes no time as he immediately lifts Danny up and plants him in a crushing sidewalk slam! With that done, Cross quickly drops some elbows onto Danny’s prone body, then completes the flurry with a standing splash! He lifts Danny up quickly and throws him over in an overhead belly-to-belly suplex, nearly throwing him the full length of the ring!

Rock Gibson: Jesus! Danny is just getting destroyed in there!

Xplode: Not so damn fun now is it Danny boy!?

Brett Cross snickers as he walks slowly toward Danny while cracking his neck. He waits for him to get up and swings with a big right hand, but Danny manages to roll under it! This slightly confuses Cross as he turns and swings again, but gets the same result! Danny now sees that he can win by frustrating Cross with speed and agility, so he continues to duck and roll, not letting him connect with any of his shots! Cross eventually does get frustrated and swings wildly, allowing Danny to quickly roll under it and clip his knee from behind! Cross drops to one knee, so Danny takes advantage with a dropkick to the back of the head! Cross rolls and gets to his feet quickly, but goes right back down when Danny hits him with a beautiful spinning heel kick! Cross pops back up once again and runs at Danny with a clothesline, but Danny counters with a beautiful spinning headscissors to put Brett Cross down again!

Rock Gibson: Well it seems my earlier statement was misguided, as Danny has taken control of this match in impressive fashion!

Xplode: Well Mucha Lucha motherfucker…

Danny sees his chance now and springs in off the ropes to hit his signature springboard dropkick, but Cross catches his opponent in mid-air and drops into a backbreaker! Danny clutches at his ribs and back as he gets up, so Cross homes in on the injury by grabbing him by the throat with both hands and literally THROWING him up, but then catches him in mid-air and drops into a stiff standing spinebuster! Danny's head bounces off the mat, so Cross picks him up and spikes him with a DDT, then goes for the win!

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2…

Shoulder up!

Cross seems somewhat confused as to how he didn't win, but that doesn't matter for long as he quickly lifts Danny up and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a back body drop, but Danny makes him pay for ducking his head by rolling over his back! Cross quickly stands upright, but it’s too late as Danny hits him with a standing enzuigiri! Due to the size difference however, Danny can only connect in the upper back, but it's still enough as it doubles Cross over and opens him up for a bulldog takedown! Danny takes advantage and again goes up top, but this time waits for Cross to stand and jumps off with a flying clothesline, again taking the larger opponent off his feet!

Rock Gibson: Danny has the right game plan here. He doesn’t dare try to match up strength, but this man’s speed is absolutely unreal!

Xplode: Let’s see Rocky. Big surly Viking bastard vs. the little quick guy. Who the hell do you think I’m picking?

Cross quickly gets to his feet with a look of anger on his face, but Danny gives him no time to act as he dropkicks his knee! Cross seems stunned but doesn't go down, so Danny hits a second dropkick to the knee! Cross finally goes down to one knee, so Danny springs off his other leg into a shining wizard!

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2…

Kickout!

Cross gets up with a look of rage on his face as Danny throws a dropkick, but Cross catches him in mid-move, throws him over his shoulder, and takes Danny down in a brutal running powerslam! Cross continues by lifting Danny back up and nailing a beautiful bridging German Suplex!

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Shoulder up!

Cross is unmoved and grabs Danny for what appears to be a Chokeslam, but as he lifts him up, Danny somehow manages to bring his leg up and kick Cross straight in the face! Cross goes down and Danny quickly gets to the top rope and snaps off a beautiful Moonsault, looking for a quick win!

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2…

Kickout!

Rock Gibson: This is ridiculous! The momentum just keeps switching back and forth!

Xplode: Until the little guy gets punched in the damn face maybe.

Danny looks at Cross with a hint of frustration on his face as he gets up ready for more, seemingly wondering what it will take to put him down! He manages to charge at Cross with a running forearm, but Cross doesn't even move! He simply looks down at where Danny connected and laughs in his face, before giving him his own forearm shot right to the face! Danny drops like a rock, but that doesn't stop Cross from lifting him back up and over his head in a gorilla press! He holds Danny there and looks to complete the slam, but Danny somehow slips out of his grasp and manages to take him over with a huracanrana! He goes for another spinning heel kick, but this time Cross counters and Danny crashes and burns! Cross quickly takes advantage as he picks Danny up and lifts him into a huge Powerbomb! He quickly makes the cover as the referee goes down to make the count!

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2…

Shoulder up!

Rock Gibson: Danny with a tactical error there. He tried for that forearm but didn’t have the size and strength needed and it cost him!

Xplode: Well gee; the guy is only a foot taller and probably twice his fucking weight! What did he expect!?

Cross gets up with a clear look of frustration on his face while gritting his teeth, but he quickly regains his composure before grabbing Danny and whipping him hard into the turnbuckles. He charges for an avalanche, but Danny manages to move out of the way! He quickly climbs the ropes yet again and jumps off for another beautiful flying clothesline, taking Brett Cross down again! He gives a sign to the crowd and waits for Cross to get up, then springs off the ropes again looking for the springboard dropkick! However, Cross adjusts and quickly ducks under the move! Danny goes down, so Cross takes advantage by connecting with his signature Gutwrench Powerbomb! However, Cross does not go for the cover and instead decides to go to the top rope! Unfortunately for him, he takes a little too much time getting there, as Danny manages to recover and shake the ropes, causing Cross to crotch himself on the top rope! Seeing his chance, Danny quickly climbs the ropes and signals for another huracanrana!

Rock Gibson: Danny is trying to bring this to a close. A move from that height would definitely take all the air out of Brett Cross!

Xplode: Oh yeah, this is going to end SO well…

Danny jumps up and goes for the move, but can't pull Brett Cross over, apparently having underestimated his size! It costs him dearly, as Cross manages to hold him in place and jump off, executing a SUPERBOMB off the top rope!

Rock Gibson: Good lord! Danny Tenfold is out!

Xplode: And what did I tell you? He wound up like a pancake. Speaking of which, you been to the Waffle House down the street? The pancakes there are fucking amazing.

However, both combatants hit hard and Cross has to take a moment to collect himself before making the cover. He finally gets over to Danny’s prone body and makes the pin.

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2…

Shoulder up at the last second!

The crowd ERUPTS with the kickout and now Brett Cross openly shows his frustration, his demeanor completely changing! He lifts Danny up and tries for the Chariot, but Danny counters in mid-move and hits a tornado DDT! Cross hits hard, so Danny quickly sprints to the top rope and hits Killswitch Tengage!

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Foot on the ropes!

Danny pleads his case to the referee for three, but it’s clear that Cross got his leg on the ropes in time. Danny finally relents, waits for Cross to get up and again tries for a spinning heel kick, only for Cross to again dodge it. However, Danny is somehow able to adjust in mid-air and land on his feet! This turns out to be a negative however, as Cross throws the Hammer Mjollnir! The crowd gasps as Danny hits the mat hard with a thud. Cross covers quickly for the pin..

1..
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Three!!

Skye: Your winner.. Brett Cross!

Danny Tenfold is seen trying to sit up as Brett Cross backs away. Cross's theme song begins to play now as he raises a fist in victory.

Gibson: WOW! What a match from both of these men tonight. I had no idea who would pull out the victory here!

Xplode: I actually grew a little respect for Danny "I grew my first pubic hair" Tenfold tonight. Not bad at all..

Gibson: We will be back, after these words from our sponsors!

[primetime]

Rock Gibson: Well fans, next up is the match between…

Suddenly, Rock gets cut off when the lights in the arena dim without warning. The screen slowly flickers to life and “Follow Me” by Breaking Benjamin begins playing over the speaker system. As the fans look on confused, they become even more perplexed when a young man slowly walks through the curtain carrying a large broom. The young man begins quickly sweeping the rampway, trying his best to clean it to the best of his abilities.

Xplode: What the hell is this crap!? When the hell did the janitorial staff get theme music!?

The man continues sweeping when all of a sudden a decent sized man walks through the curtain. It becomes immediately obvious that the man is incredibly wealthy, as he calmly walks to the ring in a $6,000 Brioni men’s suit and premium Gucci shows. He calmly walks towards the ring with an air of arrogance about him, seemingly sneering at the crowd. Some of the crowd begins to boo, as the man is obviously rubbing them the wrong way. He continues his casual strut down the aisle now before catching up to the young man sweeping. He quickly berates the young man and yells at him to sweep faster, complaining that grime might get on his clothing. This once again sits the crowd off and the boos become louder.

Rock Gibson: Well whoever this guy is, it’s safe to say that he seems to be quite the pompous ass.

Xplode: You see the dude’s clothes Rock? How expensive is that shit? Hell I’d be a pompous ass too!

Rock Gibson: You already are…

Eventually, the man gets to the ring and climbs on to the apron. The young man who swept holds out his hand as if asking for a tip, but the man sneers down his nose at him and literally spits on him! This causes the crowd to get on the man’s case even more as the young man rushes to the back embarrassed and humiliated. The man in the business suit calmly gets in the ring now and demands a microphone from ringside.

Xplode: Don’t know who this guy is, but I kind of like his swagger.

Rock Gibson: Well I don’t! Who is this guy!? We have a show to run here!

Xplode: Oh pull the stick out of your ass and lighten up for once Rocky.

The man begins to the raise the microphone to his face, but is suddenly cut off when a EUW staff member marches down the ramp, flanked by several security guards! The staffer gets in the ring and yells at the man, apparently ordering him out of the ring. The man with the microphone doesn’t even flinch as he scoffs at the staffer and calmly reaches into his pocket. The crowd then gasps in shock as the man pulls out a GIGANTIC wad of money, the roll of bills easily bigger than a human fist. The staffer’s eyes grow wide as the man in the suit calmly counts off ten bills before putting the rest back in his pocket. The man in the suit leans in and whispers something to the staffer, as the camera zooms in and finds that each bill is worth $100!

Rock Gibson: Good lord, did you see that wad of cash! Who is this guy!?

Xplode: My new best friend!

The man in the suit finishing whispering and stuffs the $1000 in the staffer’s shirt pocket, seemingly paying a bribe. The staffer’s demeanor immediately changes as his quickly shakes the man’s hand and exits the ring, ordering the security to the back! The crowd boos as they leave, but eventually settle down as the man in the suit finally speaks.

Man: Well then, now that we have that ridiculously cheap transaction out of the way, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Shawn Ashen and I am the founder, chairman, and CEO of Ashen Enterprises, the second largest and most successful business investment corporation in the known world. My good friend Warren Buffett may have my company beat at the moment, but that’s ONLY because Berkshire Hathaway came about first! Make no mistake; the pinnacle of business exists at Ashen Enterprises, where the genius of the world contracts into one man!

Rock Gibson: Uh, can someone tell this guy that this is a WRESTLING company! Pander your business advertising somewhere else!

Xplode: Good lord would you shut up? I want to hear more about this guy!

The crowd begins to boo louder as Ashen looks around with a sneer, seemingly in contempt of being around the people in the crowd. Nevertheless, he calmly adjusts his tie and continues once again.

Shawn Ashen: As I was about to say, everyone should rejoice, for today is a special day! I, Shawn Ashen, have decided to cancel my gym membership and find a new medium to stay in shape! As of today, I am a new member of the EUW roster! Soon, this company shall grow to unparalleled market value and money supply through the genius of Shawn Ashen! Rejoice now everyone, for soon EUW shall be better than ever thanks to my magnanimous generosity!

Rock Gibson: What is this, an economics seminar!?

Xplode: If it means more money for me, the guy can talk about water temperatures on fucking Neptune!

Ashen continues to sneer at the crowd as the boos grow even louder, the fans obviously wanting to see action rather than be lectured about economics.

Shawn Ashen: What’s the matter? Growing antsy at the idea of having to tackle real world problems? Don’t worry though my little wage slaves, for I plan to give you the precious distractions from reality you seek! Do you see this ring on my finger? This is a class ring from the greatest institution of higher learning in the known world, the University of Nebraska! At this university, the man you see before you gained state championships in both amateur wrestling and track and field! My athleticism will speak for itself when I give you cretins the distraction you so desperately seek. I will be the one to carry this company to massive glory in primitive markets. I will raise this company’s net worth to heights almost comparable to HALF of Ashen Enterprises! After all, no company in the world has a greater net worth than my own, but half of my net worth is equivalent to everyone in this building’s salary put together!

Rock Gibson: Get the hook already…

Xplode: Yeah…for you!

Shawn Ashen: I have made some very important investments in this company, one of which will manifest itself in the coming days and weeks. Soon everyone will see the fruits of the investment and it will bring about an era unseen in this company’s history. The irresponsible fiscal mismanagement of this organization must stop if they seek to increase their profit margins, thus I have decided to engage in true philanthropy! I shall stop the bleeding and make this company viable worldwide. Once I do, I will have my name recognition increased throughout the world. Can you imagine the business transactions!? Chinese investment bankers, Indian pharmaceutical companies, Japanese car manufacturers, Russian oil magnates. It’s a veritable treasure trove of investing! It is a dream of mine to use this place to increase this recognition…and my dreams always come to fruition. Remember everyone, all it takes to make your dreams come true is money and power…….and Shawn Ashen has both.

With that, Ashen drops the microphone, adjusts his tie once more, then calmly exits the ring. The boos get even louder as he sneers at everyone on the way to back, seemingly basking in the hatred he inspires among the common people. Finally, he exits through the curtain as the crowd settles down.

Rock Gibson: What an arrogant ass! Who does he think he is!?

Xplode: Judging by that wad of bills he had, anyone he damn well wants to be!

[primetime]

“CHAD.. We need to talk.”

Various employees stare over their shoulders as Kirk Kennedy comes stomping into view. Lost in the middle of the employees with clip board in hand is Chad Kennedy. He is smiling, almost smug. Waving off the men around him, he then turns to face his father.

Chad: Hello, Dad.

Kirk: Why?! What are you doing all of this for? What’s the point in it all?

Chad laughs slightly as he shifts his weight slightly. Rolling his eyes, he answers.

Chad: Because I could. You will finally see me an your equal.. Not a son that was in the way.

Kirk: Is that what this is about?!! Family bullshit?!! You are my boy, I love you. Stop this nonsense and let’s get back to business. It is not too late.

Chad: You’re afraid, Dad. It’s obvious. You know that I am slowly taking over this company and you are trying to trick me into halting it all! Well it won’t happen. I am leading The Empire and with my influence, this company will evolve into the greatest wrestling fed of all time!

Kirk: No it won’t. You sold your soul to the devil. Mark Rivera is the most ruthless, vile, son of a bitch that I have ever met. All he wants is to take back this company and use it to pad his bank account! Then when he is done, he will do what he did before and shut the place down! Is that what you want?!

Chad gathers his things while feeling a bit embarrassed. Stepping away, he answers as he walks out of view.

Chad: I am the future of this company. Get used to it. The Empire will take over The EUW… my Empire. I can handle Mark Rivera, just as I did Ash Mathews. You will see. Oh and if I were you I would think over who will face Amazing Jace Ambrose for the Hardkore Title at the next show..

Kirk: You brought that strap back?!

Chad: I sure did. Once again, I out did you. Take it easy.. Father.

Chad walks away now, leaving Kirk Kennedy standing alone. Kirk then shakes his head once again and leaves as well. Stepping into view, The Dogs of War can be seen as the fans begin to boo loudly. They had been listening somehow in the distance.

Fusion: I think we know our next play, don’t we?

SuperBitch: It turns me on to hear a good game plan come together. Let’s go pay them Empire boys a visit..

[primetime]

Fatal Four Way
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Fallen One vs. Diabolik vs. Jace Ambrose vs. Warrior

Xplode: And next is our Fatal Four Way. Four men, all of whom hate eachother, as it goes, will fight eachother to determine..nothing in particular, but let’s hope someone gets hurt!

Gibson: That is something I will agree with you on!

Xplode: Please don’t. My opinions are mine, not yours, you dweeb.

Gibson: Dweeb? Do people even say dweeb nowadays?

Xplode: Shut up Gibbon.

Gibson: It’s Gibso--

Xplode: I said, shut up!

“Hysteria” hits the PA, causing a blanket of jeers to ripple through the crowd as Diabolik steps out onto the stage, hands on his hips. The lights begin to flash red and the crowd jeer louder, only for Diabolik to shrug them off and start walking down the ramp.

Skye: Introducing first, from Middlesbrough, England, weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds..DIABOLIK!!

Diabolik rolls under the bottom rope, standing in the middle of the ring and raising his arms up high as four pyros explode from the turnbuckles. He cracks his neck from side to side, rubbing his fists as he walks into the upper-left turnbuckle, leaning against it and staring up the entrance ramp. He sneers as “Cold as Ice” begins to play across the PA. As the main body of the song explodes across the PA, a flurry of jeers and boos come from the crowd. The curtain on the stage is tossed aside as Warrior steps onto the ramp, notably alone and without Kendra. He looks to his side, seing nothing there, and looks forward, an enraged, intense look on his face and a burning hatred in his eyes as he storms down the entrance ramp.

Skye: His opponent, from Cortez, Colorado, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds…WARRIORRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

Warrior slides into the ring, climbing onto the top-right turnbuckle and raising his arms before waving off the jeers from the crowd. He hops down, and rushes straight for Diabolik, who quickly slides out of the ring. The referee stops him, telling him to calm himself. Warrior spits to the outside, backing up into his corner. The lights go off, allowing Diabolik to slide in as a red spotlight focuses on the stage. “Alive and Kicking” hits the PA as Fallen One tosses the curtain aside, walking onto the entrance ramp. He raises his arms and looks to the sky, letting out a vicious, primal roar that signals this gladiators readiness for the brutal battle ahead before walking down the ramp.

Skye: Their opponent, from Kill Devils Hill, North Carolina, weighing in at three hundred and thirty eight pounds…FALLEN ONE!!

Fallen One leaps onto the apron, hopping over the ropes and into the ring, walking around the perimeter with his arms raised. Both Diabolik and Warrior slide out of the ring as Fallen One walks around until “Alive and Kicking” fades, signalling Fallen One to walk into the lower-right corner of the ring. Both Diabolik and Warrior re-enter, all three men staring daggers at eachother. Fallen One, however, gets a look of disgust on his face when “Ladies and Gentlemen” hits the PA, causing red and purple lights to flash around the arena. A few seconds later, Jason Ambrose walks out onto the ramp, hands on his hips and a cocky grin on his face. He walks to the top of the ramp before flexing his biceps. He pumps his right bicep, kissing it and throwing his arms down, pumped up for the match as he walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans who are giving him the finger and generally jeering at him as he does.

Skye: Their opponent, from Wilington, Delaware, weighing in at two hundred and forty six pounds…THE AMAZING ONE, JASON AMBROSE!!!

Ambrose slides into the ring, standing up and flexing his arms, making extra note to turn to Fallen One as he does. Fallen One storms out of his corner, but the referee quickly steps in, chastising Fallen One and telling him to stop. This simply makes the grin of Ambrose wider as he turns around, taking off his headband and throwing it to the crowd. As he walks towards the final corner, a fan throws it back into the ring, causing Fallen One to laugh cruelly. Ambrose simply walks out, takes the headband, spits on it and throws it back into the crowd, causing venomous boos to explode from the crowd, much to the laughter of Ambrose.

As all four men settle in their corners, the referee points to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Fallen One immediately rushes out of his corner and at Jace Ambrose, grasping his neck and slamming his back violently into the mat with the Charge of Ambrosius! (Running STO) Fallen One quickly stomps on Ambrose, grasping the top rope for leverage. Diabolik takes his spot, and uses the chance to run towards Fallen One, locking his left arm around his neck, placing his leg around his and pulling back, sending him to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep! Ambrose quickly slides out of the ring, grasping his head and regaining his composure. Warrior takes this chance to rush at Diabolik, trying to execute the Rage. Hearing the pounding of feet, Diabolik quickly jolts to the side, sending Warrior rolling across the mat and sliding to the outside and against the crowd barrier. He slows down enough to avoid a dangerous impact, slamming his hands on the barrier in frustration. Ambrose spots Warrior, and runs forward from his portion of ringside, hopping onto the top of the ring steps and leaping off, Warrior turns around just in time to be planted by a vicious Clothesline from Ambrose! Warrior hits the floor, and Ambrose grasps the barrier to steady himself, turning the fans and flexing his biceps, causing a loud cheer to go up. In the ring, Diabolik has hauled Fallen One to his feet and forced him into the ropes, dealing repeated chops to his chest. Ambrose turns around, hopping onto the apron and grasping Fallen Ones neck before jumping down to the outside, slamming his upper back into the top rope. Fallen One stumbles forward, allowing Diabolik to grasp his head and pull him between his legs. He attempts to lift him up for a Piledriver, but Fallen One flails his legs and pulls his weight down, forcing him back onto his feet and allowing Fallen One to force his body up, sending Diabolik forward-flipping over the top rope and onto the unsuspecting Jason Ambrose!

Gibson: Wow, great work from Fallen One there!

Xplode: That was an accident, you could tell!

Warrior slides into the ring, but the alert Fallen One is quickly on him, stomping him down violently. Fallen One grasps the legs of Warrior, pulling him backwards into the middle of the ring. Fallen One places his leg forward, attempting to lock in a Sharpshooter, but Warrior quickly lunges his feet out, pushing back Fallen One into the opposite set of ropes. Fallen One uses this momentum quickly rush forward, aiming an arm out, but Warrior ducks under it and rebounds off the opposite set of ropes, turning and running at the also-running Fallen One. Warrior collides with Fallen One, and sends him violently to the mat with the Rage! (Gore) He quickly goes for the pin!

1…2- KICK OUT!

Fallen One quickly thrusts a shoulder up, delivering a forearm to Warrior. On the outside, Ambrose has quickly gotten to his feet. Diabolik is still on all fours, which allows Ambrose to lean down, locking his right arm around Diaboliks head and pulling him to his feet. He turns to the crowd, giving them a salute before pulling down, spiking Diaboliks head into the floor! Ambrose gets to his feet, turning around and sliding into the ring as Warrior hauls Fallen One to his feet, locking his arms around him, twisting him and slamming him violently to the mat with the Colorado Suplex! (Belly-to-Belly Suplex) Warrior gets to his feet, turning around and walking into a vicious Clothesline from Ambrose, which sends him roughly to the mat. Ambrose stands above both Warrior and Fallen One, placing his foot on the chest of Warrior, looking up to the sky and placing his hands on his hips. The referee rushes over, counting it as a pin.

1….2..KICK OUT!

Warrior shoves the foot of Ambrose off of his body. Ambrose leans down, knotting his fingers in Warriors hair and pulling him violently to his feet. Warrior punches Ambrose in the gut, but Ambrose responds with a swift knee into Warriors nose, lifting Warrior high into the sky and simply standing there.

Gibson: Look at that power!

Xplode: Give the kid some due, he’s got a decent arm on him. Almost makes up for the shit he speaks!

After a few moments, Ambrose slowly extends his right arm, flexing his bicep before falling backwards, driving Warrior into the mat, quickly rolling over and locking in a pinfall.

1….2..KICK OUT!

Warrior quickly lifts a shoulder up, and Ambrose gets to his feet. Fallen One has sat up, but Ambrose swiftly stomps in his face, sending him back onto the mat and walking over to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing out onto the apron and climbing up to the top rope, steadying himself and raising his arms to the sky before patting his right elbow. Ambrose’s showmanship is too long as Diabolik hops onto the apron near the turnbuckle, climbing onto the first rope and pushing Ambrose off! Diaboliks plan backfires, though, as Ambrose still sails through the air and connects perfectly with the J-Drop, driving his elbow into the chest of Warrior! Ambrose turns, going for the cover. Diabolik ascends the turnbuckle..

1….2..KICK OUT!

Diabolik backflips, sailing through the air and sandwiching Ambrose between his body and Warriors! Warriors legs convulse violently as the weight of both wrestler crush into his chest! Diabolik rolls off of Ambrose, who gets to his knees, clutching his chest in pain. Diabolik swiftly delivers a ruthless kick into the upper back of Ambrose which echoes throughout the arena! The crowd wince in pain as Ambrose collapses onto the mat, leaving Diabolik standing. Diabolik walks backwards into the upper-left turnbuckle, regaining his composure and scanning which of his fallen opponents to go after. Fallen One is slowly sitting up, rubbing his nose which Ambrose kicked. Diabolik walks forward, grabbing the head of Fallen One and pulling him forward onto one knee and between his legs, lifting him for a Piledriver, quickly spiking him downwards and driving his skull into the mat. Before Diabolik can go for a cover. Ambrose scrambles to his feet, rushing forward and clotheslining Diabolik to the mat.

Gibson: Down goes Diabolik! Wasted the chance to rule this match!

Xplode: Well, he put Warrior down, right? ….Right? I mean, it’s not like a fly could put Warrior do--

Gibson: Would you stop with the sarcasm?!

Ambrose hauls Diabolik to his feet, snapping a forearm forward and sending Diabolik reeling backwards into a nearby turnbuckle. He takes a few steps back, hands on his hips, and nods, rushing forward and nailing a rough clothesline, stepping backwards and allowing Diabolik to stumble forwards, right into Ambrose who leans down, lifting him up and swinging him around, slamming him violently into the mat with a Powerslam. He quickly hooks the leg.

1…2..KICK OUT!

Fallen One, nearby, manages to lunge forward, dropping an axe handle over the head of Ambrose and cause him to break the pinfall attempt. Ambrose leans up, swinging a fist at Fallen One, who blocks it by thrusting an arm up before using his other hand to swing a violent fist into the jaw of Ambrose, sending him reeling backwards. Warrior is now onto his feet and quickly walks over to Fallen One, who turns, slamming an elbow into the gut of Warrior and getting to his feet, leaning down and lifting him onto his shoulders. Warrior struggles just long enough for Ambrose to lunge forward, punching Fallen One in his gut and allowing Warrior to drop behind Fallen One. Ambrose uses this opportunity to power forward, hitting Fallen One with a swift clothesline which knocks him backwards into Warrior. Ambrose keeps pushing forward with his arm, eventually managing to send both Warrior and Fallen One flipping backwards over the rope!

Xplode: Hot DAMN.

Gibson: Wonderful display of raw power from Ambrose there!

Xplode: I’ve seen better.

Ambrose turns his attention to Diabolik, who is still on the mat and stirring slightly. Ambrose, confident that he won’t be interrupted, climbs outside onto the apron and up onto the top rope, kissing the bicep of his right arm before jumping off with a swift elbow drop, driving his elbow into the chest of Diabolik! He quickly hits the cover

1…2…KICK OUT!

Diabolik thrusts an arm up, breaking the pin. Ambrose gets to his feet, leaning down and hauling Diabolik onto his feet, hitting a quick clothesline which knocks Diabolik out of a loop, sending him backwards into the ropes. Ambrose dashes forwards, going for a clothesline, but Diabolik ducks under the clothesline, pulling down on the rope. Ambrose stops before he goes over the rope, but Diabolik simply lets go of the rope, which springs up, snapping into the jaw of Ambrose! Ambrose reels forward, clutching his mouth in agony!

Xplode: Wow, was that…innovation by Diabolik?!

Gibson: It worked!

Diabolik, sensing Ambrose weakening, rushes forward, punching Ambrose repeatedly in the right and left sides of his temple. Ambrose holds his arms up, deflecting some of the punches, but this simply causes Diabolik to rush forward and turn around to face the back of Ambrose, leaping forward, grasping his head and planting him straight into the mat with a Bulldog! As Diabolik gets to his feet, he turns and notices Warrior trying to slide in the ring. He rushes over, leaping down and going to hit a Dropkick, but Warrior quickly slides out, allowing Diabolik to hit the mat without connecting with the move. As soon as Diabolik hits the mat, Warrior slides in, jumping onto Diabolik and starting to punch him repeatedly in the forehead. Diabolik is left defenseless as Warrior nails powerful blows into his head. Ambrose, having regained his senses, leans against the lower-left turnbuckle, resting and watching as Warrior stands up, stomping on the chest of Diabolik. He turns his head, looking at Ambrose..before looking down at Diabolik, grabbing him by his throat and pulling him to his feet, shoving him into the upper-right turnbuckle and starting to deliver several vicious punches and kicks into the body of Diabolik with brutal force. Diabolik tries to defend, but this simply causes Warrior to deliver a swift boot into his gut. The referee rushes forward, grabbing Warriors left arm and telling him to back off. Warrior shoves the referee away, grabbing the throat of Diabolik and choking him violently!

Gibson: Warriors enraged, and there’s no Kendra to calm him down!

Xplode: He needs to get a grip, the dummy, or he’ll be ripe for the picking.

The referee rushes forward, warning Warrior, but Warrior simply steps back, grabbing Diabolik's right arm and whipping him across the ring. Ambrose quickly sidesteps out of his corner, allowing Diabolik's torso to collide with the turnbuckle. He turns around, walking right into the Rage! (Gore) Diabolik is sent splayed into the mat and Warrior gets to his feet, turning to face Ambrose who simply slaps the taste out of Warriors mouth, causing a huge ripple of laughter and wincing to cut across the crowd. Warrior holds his cheek, turning to Ambrose, his eyes flashing angrily. Warrior shoves Ambrose, who stumbles backwards..before rushing forward, hitting Warrior with a clothesline. Warrior stumbles backwards and leans against the ropes, but Ambrose has missed out one person: Fallen One slides into the ring, rushing forward and nailing Ambrose with a powerful clothesline into the side of his head which sends Ambrose over the nearby sets of ropes and to the outside! Fallen One quickly turns to Warrior, rushing forward and clotheslining him over the ropes as well! Seeing the ring practically empty, Fallen One turns to Diabolik, who is desperately crawling across the ring to get out, only for Fallen One to rush forward and kick him in the stomach. With Diabolik down, Fallen One stands over him, grasping his shoulder and pulling him between his legs, spinning him up onto his shoulders before slamming him down with agonizing force, hitting the Jagged Edge! (Batista Bomb)

Xplode: COVER HIM, DAMMIT!

Fallen One rolls to the side, lunging forward and pinning down on Diaboliks shoulders.

1…..2..KICK OUT!

Ambrose manages to slide into the ring and dive forward, slamming his fists into the back of Fallen Ones head, causing him to release the pinfall. Ambrose scrambles to his feet, stomping wildly away at Fallen One who stumbles backwards, getting to his feet uneasily. Fallen One shoves Ambrose away, turning around and into Warrior who is on the apron. Warrior grabs the neck of Fallen One, jumping backwards and hoping to hit a stun gun, but Fallen One grabs the hands of Warrior and pulls backwards, the sheer strength in his body pulling Warrior forward, sending his face smashing off of the apron and sending his body crumbling to the outside! Ambrose quickly rushes forwards, grabbing the right arm of Fallen One and locking it into position before locking his arm around his neck, locking in a Cobra Clutch! Fallen One grasps the top of the rope to break the hold, but it isn’t a submission, as evidenced when Ambrose lifts Fallen One slightly, slamming him to the mat with a Cobra Clutch Slam! Ambrose stumbles backwards, raising his arms and yelling wildly at his successful attempt in putting Fallen One down as he turns to Diabolik, who is still nigh-on unconscious from the Jagged Edge. Ambrose points to the nearest turnbuckle, patting his right arm as he climbs outside onto the apron and towards the top rope. Warrior slams his arms onto the apron, pulling himself and grabbing the right ankle of Ambrose, pulling him down onto the apron again. Ambrose turns around, aiming a kick at Warriors head. Warrior ducks, swiping out and hitting the left of Ambrose, sending his back smashing off the apron and rolling to the outside. Warrior turns around, pulling himself up onto the apron with blood flowing from his nose where he hit it off of the apron. Fallen One is almost onto his feet, but Warrior quickly hits a punch, sending Fallen One reeling backwards and into a Russian Leg Sweep from a groggy Diabolik! Fallen One scrambles around the mat, and Diabolik runs forward, leaping onto the middle rope in front of him, only for Warrior to pull it down and send Diabolik shooting to the outside, skidding across his back! This gives Warrior the perfect opportunity to slide into the ring, watching as Fallen One rises to his feet before dashing forward, catching him with his right arm and nailing him violently to the mat with the Dichotomy! (Running STO)

Gibson: Now its Warriors turn, and he has a chance here! Ambrose down, Diabolik down, Fallen One…fallen, Warrior could do it!

Xplode: Suuuuuure he can.

Seeing Fallen One down, Warrior rushes over, placing his right leg between Fallen Ones legs and locking both of Fallen Ones legs over it before sitting down, locking Fallen Ones feet tighter together before rolling to his side. Fallen One tries to resist, but Warrior pulls harder, causing Fallen One to roll onto his stomach, and allowing Warrior to fully lock in the War Cry! (Reverse Indian Deathlock) Warrior arches his back, putting pressure on the legs of Fallen One who cries out in agony, reaching for the ropes which are too far away. Warrior repeatedly pulls and pushes with his legs, putting different extremes of force and pressure onto Fallen Ones legs. As Warrior is doing this, Diabolik has rolled to the outside, watching carefully. With Warrior distracted, Diabolik rushes to the lower-left turnbuckle of the ring, hopping onto the apron and climbing up. Ambrose has had the same idea though, and when he reaches the apron, he climbs onto the second rope with Diabolik! Warrior still hasn’t noticed, busy looking over his shoulder and watching as Fallen One is trying desperately not to tap. Diabolik and Ambrose exchange blows, with Diabolik managing to get onto the top rope, only for Ambrose to clothesline his stomach and send Diabolik flying off of the turnbuckle and into the first row of the crowd!

Xplode: Somebody warn those people! TOO LATE!

Gibson: Up close and personal with the fanbase, goddamn!

Diabolik crumbles amongst a mass of chairs in the crowd, causing security to rush over and ensure no fan has been hurt. Warrior notices this, and looks at the situation in the crowd before looking over his shoulder. It’s too late, as Ambrose is already sailing through the air, hitting the elbow drop onto the legs of both men, causing a bellow of agony to rise up! Fallen One jolts forward, the hold broken and rolls out of the ring, leaving Warrior and Ambrose. Warrior, seeing his opening, charges Ambrose with the Rage! Ambrose side steps however, causing Warrior to collide into Fallen One who had just managed to rise to his feet! Both men crumble into the corner of the ring, leaving Ambrose the only man standing!

Gibson: Ambrose is putting on one hell of a display here! Wait.. what?!

Ambrose is seen smirking, walking slowly towards Warrior and F-1! Sliding into the ring, his face showing a layer of blood dripping down his cheek is Diabolik! The crowd cheers loudly as DIabolik grabs Ambrose and spins him around!

Gibson: We may be witnessing one hell of a comeback by Diabolik here! DOWN WITH THE EMPIRE!

Diabolik attempts to scoop up Ambrose but is elbowed away! Ambrose falls to his feet, and scoops up Diabolik now, planting him hard into the mat with the J-Bomb! (Razor's Edge) He then covers for the pin!

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Both Warrior and F-1 scramble to break up the pin! They begin to tug at one another and struggle amongst themselves as they do their best to reach Jace Ambrose!

Three!

Skye: Your winner.. Amazing Jace Ambrose!

The crowd boos heavily as Jace immediately rolls out of the ring! In the ring, Fallen One and Warrior stare at Ambrose who slowly backs up the rampway, taunting them with varied hand gestures. F-1 says nothing, as he turns to focus on Warrior. Warrior backs up, never taking his eyes off of F-1 in the process. He steps through the ropes and drops to ringside where he exits the ring as well.

Diabolik begins to struggle now to his feet, as he reaches a hand out and uses F-1's leg to steady himself as he rises back up. Fallen One does nothing for a moment, until he suddenly reacts with a hard clothesline! Diabolik is sent tumbling back to the mat as F-1 flexes and circles the ring in anger!

Gibson: Jace Ambrose really pulled one out tonight.

Xplode: Yeah, well don't tell F-1 that. Look what he just did to Diabolik!

F-1 ascends the turnbuckle, flexing to the fans upon reaching the top, as the feed fades out.

[primetime]

Seated on a wooden bench, Jack Bull shoves his garments into a locker room as the fans began to get loud instantly. Satisfied with his clean up, he zips up the bag and stands up completely, arching his head to look at the man seated next to him.

Yanking his hood over his head, Roy Viper nods at Jack Bull and begins to leave the room when he is suddenly grabbed on the shoulder by the Pure Champion.

Bull: Got a second there?

Looking down at his shoulder and then to Jack Bull, Roy remains in place.

Bull: You know, shit is going down around here, Buck. The line is being drawn and everyone is going to have to figure out who they are standing by. I seen you around here, and you seem to be flying in the neutral zone if you catch my drift. I can’t help but ask myself, who does Roy Viper support? The EUW or the Empire?

Roy glances in Jack’s direction a moment. He then proceeds to brush his shoulder, knocking Jack’s hand away from him.

Viper: I could ask you the same thing.

Bull: That’s easy. I signed on with the EUW and I honor my commitments. What about you?

Viper: I am weighing my options..

Bull: Good, well weigh them quicker. Things are coming to a head around here, if you catch my drift. I am going to approach Daddy Kennedy with a gameplan later. Can I count on you?

Roy Viper turns to exit the room. Reaching the door, he stares forward as he responds.

Viper: You can count on me to make the right choice.

[primetime]

Main Event
Tag Team Match
(Pin Fall or Submission)
Las Vegas Commission vs D.A.M (Drunk Ass Men)

Gibson: Now we get to the main event of the night as our newly crowned tag champions square off against a duo that has literally taken the EUW by storm. Chuck Johnson and Jack Bull bring a huge fan base with them as they lace up their boots as a team tonight.

Xplode: Yeah, it’s almost crazy to think these two guys could be beaten at all. I am not saying that just because Jack Bull is my bud.

Gibson: (Rolling eyes) Big Dave and Mister Luck are no easy pushovers though. They proved that at Blood Red Horizons. I love the way that the champs come in as a team..

Xplode: Let’s not forget the Empire being behind them. Wait, I mean The Asylum.

Gibson: I still can’t believe that we are hearing that crap once again. Let’s get to ringside.

The feed cuts to ringside as Skye begins to speak.

Skye: The following match is scheduled for one fall. The Tag Team Titles will not be on the line. Coming out-

Skye is interrupted as the fans begin to boo loudly. The feed cuts to the entrance area as Chad Kennedy and Mark Rivera come into view. Chad is seen wearing a referee’s shirt. Heading down the ramp way, the two men enter the ring, as the fans toss trash at them.

Xplode: What… now?

Mark smiles as he holds his hand out. Skye offers the microphone to him and backs away as Mark turns to face the fans.

Rivera: Hello again! You know, main events should be huge! That is the Mark Rivera way! The thing is, when I see the likes of Jack Bull and Chuck Johnson teaming up, one can’t help but wonder how much they will bend the rules. I mean, one is a stereotypical loud mouth and the other.. A drunk at best. The Asylum can’t have it’s champions wrestle under those circumstances! So, we must protect our own!

Gibson: You mean.. cheat.

The crowd boos loudly as the feed pans back to ringside.

Rivera: So with that this match is now.. A special referee set up. Your GM here, Chad Kennedy will oversee the festivities. As for your wonderful ring announcer, Skye… I don’t think she represents the Asylum in the right light. So, I will do the honors.

Skye stares into the ring, shocked.

Rivera: That being said, coming to the ring first. Two men who… if I had any say in it would not have a job at all.. Chuck Johnson and your Pure Champion for now… Jack Bull!

The crowd cheers loudly now to the point that the building shakes. “Never go West” by Seasick Steve begins to play as Chuck Johnson and Jack Bull step out into view. Jack is seen nodding and slapping hands with the fans as he heads to ringside. Behind him, CJ only looks forward, a baseball cap partially shielding his facial features. Camera flashes are dizzying as the duo steps into the ring and plays to the crowd. Finally, CJ approaches Mark Rivera and stares at him intensely. Jack Bull grabs his arm and tugs him away.

Rivera: Smart move there, Jackie. It’s nice to see a man with smarts. Maybe I have a place for you in the Asylum after all? Now, we get to the greatest tag team champions in Asylum History!!

The crowd now begins to boo loudly once more.

Rivera: Stand up and bow… for the Las Vegas Commission.. Mister Luck and Big Dave!

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.

Rivera steps out of the ring and heads up the ramp way. In the ring, Chad Kennedy walks over to the LVC corner and begins to whisper something. Opposite of them, Jack Bull opts to start the match for his side. Dave steps through the ropes as the bell is rung.

Bull does not hesitate to rush Dave as he sends vicious forearms into the chest of Dave! At Ringside, Zack is seen slapping the mat and sending support to Dave who is seen just getting pummeled! Dave’s feet lift off of the ground with each strike until Jack pulls back with one last big shot to the face! This one sends Dave to the mat hard with a thud! The crowd cheers until Chad Kennedy steps between them, issuing a warning.

Being helped back up by Luck, Dave shakes off the cobwebs just as Jack Bull shoves Chad out of the way and grips him around the waist! With a sharp twist, he then lifts Dave into the air with a textbook back drop! The crowd cheers loudly once more as Jack rises to his feet, only to drop elbow drop after elbow drop unto the dazed Dave! Luck enters the ring now only to become the next target for Bull who switches his focus and fists in his direction! With his arms flailing, Luck is sent stepping backwards. Pulling back one large fist, Bull’s attack is stopped by Dave who is now behind him!

Using an arm flip, Bull hit’s the mat hard. He gets up quickly however only to be hit by Luck who literally leap frogs over Dave into a drop kick! CJ begins to enter the ring now but Chad Kennedy orders him back out immediately! After a short argument, CJ steps back out of the ring.

Gibson: This is just not fair. It’s almost a 3 on 1 match out there!

Dave now begins to stomp Bull hard, making sure to hit every section of his body. He then picks up Bull roughly and utilizes a strong bear hug maneuver. Bull’s hand raise painfully as Dave pours on the pressure! After holding on a bit more, Dave lifts Bull into the air and plants him with a devastating spine buster! Bull rolls around the ring holding his spine as Dave heads to his corner!

Gibson: The Tag Champs have taken control here as Mr. Luck prepares to enter the fray!

Stepping through the ropes, Luck taunts the crowd before flipping them off!

Gibson: Oh… that is classy.

Approaching Bull, Luck bends down to taunt him as well, slapping the top of his head repeatedly. Helping Bull to his feet, Luck smiles only to have Bull spring to life once more with a hard chop to the chest! Bull unleashes another one! The crowd is really getting into it as Bull goes on the offensive only to be Irish Whipped across the ring by Luck… right into a steel chair by Dave! Dave then tosses the chair to Zack who quickly slides it under the ring.

Gibson: OH COME ON! CHAD.. Really!

The crowd is booing now as Dave smiles in the LVC corner. Bull is on his stomach crawling, Luck taunting him and stalking in circles. The crowd begins to chant…

“CJ.. CJ… CJ… CJ!”

Laughing at the fans, Luck grabs Bull and hooks his leg over his head. With a twist, he spins the both of them to the mat, using a fishing hook leg plant! Bull is seen once again face first into the mat. Luck then rushes to the ropes, using them as a springboard to leap into the air and land on Bull with a leg drop! He then covers for the pin…

1.…
2.……

CJ stomps on Luck breaking up the pin!

Dave flies into the ring now getting into the face of CJ. CJ is pushed backwards however by Chad Kennedy, sent out of the ring once more. Luck shrugs off the foot stomp and turns to pick up Jack Bull! Both Dave and Luck grab and arm, and use a double forward suplex… sending Bull to his back!

Gibson: One thing about the tag champs, they work well as a team.

Smiling now, Luck ascends the turnbuckle, hands held out in mockery! Bull begins to crawl now towards his corner where CJ has his hand held out for the tag. Luck sees this when Zack points it out to him at ringside. Hopping down, he approaches Bull and grabs him by the arm.

Bull, somehow, manages to find energy inside of him! He yanks the feet out from under Luck and starts to pound away at his face! Chad Kennedy approaches to break it up but Chuck Johnson enters the ring and stands in the way! Dave enters the ring now and rushes CJ only to come up empty when CJ ducks out of the way! With a hard turn, a clothesline hits Dave sending the big man out of the ring to the fan’s pleasure!

Bull is still wailing away on Luck for the moment. He then rolls away and stumbles forward! Luck tries to get up in time but it is too late. Bull manages to slap CJ’s hand, tagging in the Redneck! CJ rushes into the ring with furious lefts and rights, driving Luck back with each shot! Hooking the arm, CJ uses a suplex to bring Luck to the mat.. But Luck manages to counter the suplex by sliding his leg in and pulling back.. Nailing a suplex of his own!

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match has gone back and forth. It’s hard to nail down anyone with an advantage here.

Rolling over, Luck covers CJ for the pin..

1...
CJ kicks out forcefully!

Luck is quick to recover now as he hooks the arm in with an arm lock attempt. His aim is to wear down CJ. CJ slaps his shoulder a few times and then flips Luck into the air, showing his upper body strength! Luck goes into a roll, attempting to regain himself. He is too late though as CJ rushes him hard with a spear! Both men collide into the mat, worse for wear.

Luck is the first to rise as he shakes off the cobwebs and crawls towards CJ. He grabs CJ by the head, and brings him to his feet. Wrenching in a well played side headlock, he clamps on the pressure as CJ’s back leg fights to steady himself! At ringside, Jack Bull begins to slap the turnbuckle, doing his best to rally his friend to life!

Luck, now smiling, scoops up CJ around his waist and falls backward into a perfect backdrop! He then rises to his feet, only to kick CJ right in the face! Chuck then rolls around the mat violently in pain, only to be punched in the face yet again by a waiting Zack at ringside!

Xplode: Yup, Jack and Chuck may just be outclassed by a well oiled team here.

Gibson: Well oiled? I feel the same way. Their ring experience as a team is paying off here.

Xplode: Huh? I meant.. Luck and Dave both look like they were dipped in oil! Their skin is shining like they are one of those Twilight Vampires..

Luck walks towards his corner, CJ in tow. Draping him over the turnbuckle, he tags in Dave once again, but not before punching CJ in the gut! The crowd begins to boo violently as Dave comes into the ring as the legal man! With hard chops, he sends CJ reeling, only to scoop him up and slam him into the mat hard with a power slam!

The crowd begins to stomp their feet now as Jack Bull rallies them! Dave picks up CJ, plowing his elbow into the back of the bald man’s head! Pulling his fist back, Dave drives CJ into the mat hard with one punch.

Gibson: The tag champs are taking control of this one.

Dave picks up CJ, and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Luck holds out a boot, waiting for CJ to head his way! Out of no where, Chuck avoids the boot and drives his elbow into a surprised Mister Luck! He then uses the ropes for momentum as he rushes Dave and performs a spine buster! The crowd cheers loudly as both men are down in the ring!

Xplode: Impressive..

CJ begins to crawl towards Jack Bull as Dave tries to stop him. Both Jack Bull and CJ’s hands are about to meet when Dave grabs him by the boot!

Gibson: Almost!

CJ looks back and drives his heel into the face of Dave! Dave does not let go until CJ repeats the strike! CJ then lunges forward, tagging Jack Bull into the ring!

Gibson: He did it!

Jack Bull flies into the ring, clotheslining Luck hard to the mat! Bull then turns around and does the same to Dave! Both tag champions scurry to their feet, although quite groggily! Luck takes a wild swing at Bull, only to find only air as Bull ducks out of the way! Bull then grabs the head of Luck!

Luck shoves him off into a waiting Big Dave! Dave turns Bull around, only to have his hands slapped away! Jack Bull hooks the arm, and plants Dave into the mat with the Bullseye!! (Rock Bottom) The crowd goes nuts as Bull covers for the pin! Luck runs at Bull to break up the pin, only to be caught by a revitalized Chuck Johnson! With one kick to the gut, Chuck nails The Hangover (Stone cold Stunner), rolling away shortly after.

In the center of the ring, Jack Bull waits on top of Big Dave, but Chad Kennedy refuses to count the pin. CJ approaches Chad, shoving him a few times before pushing him down to the mat! With no other choice, Chad begins to count the pin..

1...
2.….
Three!

Skye: Your winners… Drunk Ass Men!

The music kicks on again as Jack Bull and CJ celebrate in the ring! Chad Kennedy backs up, disgusted. He then rolls out of the ring and head sup the ramp way. Behind him, The Las Vegas Commission clutches their tag team titles as they look back at Bull and CJ in anger!

Gibson: Well, the first strike against the Empire has been fired! Jack Bull and Chuck Johnson have defeated the Tag Team Champs!

Xplode: No doubt! That should make Chad Kennedy rethink some things!

Gibson: And the party commences! We will return folks, for more EUW action after these messages!

In the ring, Jack Bull is tossed a bottle of beer as Chuck Johnson cracks one open as well! Vernon and Willie find their way down the ramp way with 2 more coolers of booze in hand. They begin to hand the beers to random guests, as the arena goes haywire! The feed fades out.

[primetime]

Gibson: Well, that wraps up another eventful Sunday Night Vengeance. I think we may be in serious trouble with the way the Empire is growing so quickly.

Xplode: They need to be stopped, before they infest the entire company! Wait, what is going on in the ring?

Skye is seen talking to someone as ringside. She then accepts a microphone and begins to speak..

Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen.. Please welcome, Chad Kennedy and Mark Rivera!!

The fans begin to boo loudly now as Both men step unto the stage area and head towards the ring. Debris is hurled in their directions as they climb into the ring in single file. Accepting the microphone, Chad nods at Skye before turning to face the fans..

Xplode: Will this night ever end??!!

The crowd dies down as Chad begins to speak.

Chad: Did you all enjoy the event? These men put on one hell of a effort out here, they deserve a round of applause!

Chad begins to clap as the fans do the same.

Gibson: Well, at least the boy is right about that!

Chad: Before you all leave for the night, I felt I should allow you all to say goodbye to the EUW for the very last time! From this moment on, this company will be referred to as The EUW - Empire! This federation is now a joint venture!

Gibson: WHAT?! That’s preposterous!

Chad: And with that, I felt it was my duty to introduce you all to the first stars to join the Empire Brand! Coming out first, he is the future EUW Hardkore Champion.. Amazing Jace Ambrose! I love that kid, I truly do!

Jace Ambrose heads out towards the ring, taunting the fans along the way.

Chad: Let’s not forget the current tag team champions of the world! Mister Luck and Big Dave.. The Las Vegas Commission!

The Las Vegas Commission head out towards the ring now, tag team straps in tow. The fans are booing extremely loud now.

Chad: This one should take you all by surprise. A man who needs no introduction! DANTE HOLLY.. And his partner in justice.. EDDIE LAUREL!

The fans begin to show a mixture of cheers and boos as Dante runs down the ramp way and slides into the ring! Eddie Laurel follows behind him, heading to the ring on his own accord.

Chad: The fun just doesn’t stop there though. Just added to the roster, making this line up that much more deadlier, The Dogs of War!!

Chance Fusion and SuperBitch appear from the backstage area, then head on down to the ring. Inside the ring, it is beginning to look pretty full now. Lost in the middle of the pack, Chad speaks one final time..

Chad: Lastly, please welcome.. TITAN!

The fans boo intensely now, pelting TITAN with debris as he hobbles down the ramp way and to the ring. He is helped by fellow members as he lifts his casted leg over the ropes and finds a place inside.

Gibson: This is.. Too much.

Chad: This… is my EMPIRE! You are looking at the future of this company right here! To all the boys in the back, take notice. Job security is now an issue for you all.

Dante Holly now begins to tug on Chad Kennedy’s sleeve a bit, making Chad frustrated. Turning to face the costumed hero, he leans in as Dante whispers something in his ear.

Chad: And now, a word from the defender of the nubile.. Dante Holly!

The crowd boos loudly as Dante accepts the microphone. He looks out at the fans a moment.

Dante: A great darkness has been cast upon the EUW! Chaos is the rule and evil runs rampant. Well, no more!

Behind Dante, various members of the Empire roll their eyes.

Dante: As I have vanquished the evil Toby Hunter, I will vow to vanquish the evil that is Kirk Kennedy! It is only a-

The lights suddenly go out. The arena becomes a hushed whisper amongst the fans now as the lights remain out.

Gibson: Well.. I am actually happy that the power is out. This little display of power was getting annoying.

Xplode: There is something familiar about this..

The lights now flicker, and come to life once more. Dante picks up where he left off.

Dante: There we go, back to normal! As I was saying, it is only a matter of time until-

A huge explosion rocks the stage area, engulfing the entrance in flames! Everyone inside of the ring looks shaken up as the flames begin to crawl up the curtain and surround the videotron! The video screen now springs to life, revealing an image of more flickering flames. The arena is left in awe and confusion as a sentence slowly becomes visible upon the screen.

Gibson: What the hell? What does that mean?

Xplode: Yeah. I have a few phone calls to make..

The Empire remains in the ring, staring at the message before them as it slowly fades to black once again. All at once, the flames die out, leaving charred cloth in their wake. The fans do not know what to do, as there is a uncomfortable silence around the arena.

Gibson: I think we may have a new player in this game. Something tells me, the momentum is about to shift. I am Rock Gibson, and that is my partner Xplode. We will see you in 2 more weeks. Take care!

The Empire is seen talking amongst themselves, unsure of what they have seen. The camera focuses on Mark Rivera’s gaze, he looks as though he understands the message.

The feed fades out..