Feb. 13th SNV

[primetime]

A room with bare white walls is seen now, housing a large group of men. Various EUW superstars are seated in different positions, all focused on one focal point. The crowd inside the arena begins to cheer loudly now as Kirk Kennedy enters the room wearing very casual clothing. He stops just in the doorway, surprised at the turnout before him.

Kennedy: Okay… I don’t need this right now. Next time let me know when I am walking into a lynch mob, will you?

Turning to leave the room, Kirk is stopped as Danny Tenfold leaps over a table and takes Kirk by the arm. Offering a slight smile, Danny tugs on Kirk’s arm to keep him from leaving.

Tenfold: Boss, it isn’t like that. We wanted you to come out here to let you know.. The EUW wants to fight back.

Kirk: Fight back?

Tenfold: Yeah! The Empire is destroying the EUW with every show. Half of us don’t even know what we are here for anymore. I came to this fed to compete with the best, and all I seem to be doing is watching over my shoulder so I am not ganged up on.

Stepping up now, Jack Bull is seen. The crowd cheers as the EUW Pure Title is focused upon, hung over his shoulder.

Bull: He’s right, Boss. It’s time to fight back! I am getting tired of this myself. If we don’t do something now, it may be too late too soon.

The men in the room immediately agree. Kirk Kennedy glances around the room now, he looks disturbed by the responses.

Kirk: We are a damn sports agency! This is not some school yard where we make gangs and fight it out over stupid shit! Do you guys realize how much of a laughing stock we are now in the wrestling world?! Just the other day, I saw a newspaper that read “Kennedy loses control of EUW.”

Diabolik: Then do something about it!

Stepping between Jack Bull and Danny Tenfold, Diabolik approaches Kirk Kennedy.

Diabolik: Lead us. Let’s kick the Empire’s ass out of here and get back to business as normal!!

Kirk: Really? Okay, then tell me your grand scheme to do this. If you haven’t realized this, they are holding the trump cards around here. Hell, our two biggest men in Chris Sabora and Brett Cross aren’t even here. It’s going to be hard to get shit together without them.

Randy White: You can count on Damaged Goods, Boss. It’s all good.

The rooms directs their attention to the doorway as Randy White and Scott Lawson enter the room. Behind them is Chuck Johnson. He is seen holding a large beer bottle in one hand.

CJ: Did I hear something about kicking some ass?! Well, hell! Count me in!

Lawson: Looks like you got yourself an army now.

Taking in a deep breath, Kirk Kennedy backs down.

Kirk: I will think on it. I still feel that even recognizing them will cause more harm than good. I will let you all know. In the meantime, I want you all to be professional, and concentrate on your careers. Don’t add to the chaos.

Kirk turns and exit’s the room, taking a deep breath. He looks to his right, only to see Roy Viper leaning against a wall.

Kirk: You too?

Viper: They are right.

Kirk: I thought you wanted to stay out of this..

Viper: No, I told you I would be there when the time was right. That time.. is now. You asked for a plan. Well, I got one.

Fireworks explode around the arena as the fans cheer loudly! The camera feed pans from left to right until it comes to a stop at the announcer’s table. Seated, Xplode and Rock Gibson turn to the viewer.

Gibson: Welcome to another exciting edition of Sunday Night Vengeance! I am Rock Gibson and this is my co-host.. 2 time World Champion, Xplode.

Xplode: They know who I am, douche bag. Tonight, the saga that is the EUW continues to roll along. I hear we will receive our first bit of news as to what we can expect on the Back 2 Roots card.

Gibson: I heard that too. I can’t wait to hear about that. One thing on my mind though is how the last show went off the air. What do you think about the mystery person that has seemed to take a liking to Dante Holly.

Xplode: No.. comment.

Gibson: Okay, well let’s get to the festivities then. Our first match of the evening is a tag team affair. The Extreme Jeckel Brothers are ready to go to war against.. Infernal.

Xplode: Who in the fuck are they?

Gibson (Laughing): No idea. When we return, we will get to our first match.. Stay tuned!

[primetime]

“Hello my most nubile, friend! Greetings from Dante Holly! I have a subject of utmost importance to speak to you of!”

Sitting back in his chair, Chad Kennedy smirks as he thumbs a black pen in one hand. His black leather channel squeaks as he leans back and glares up at Dante Holly with a whimsical look upon his face.

Kennedy: Oh? Did you forget to wash your tights?

Holly: Not at all! It is a superheroes responsibility to keep his costume smelling clean and fresh at all times!

Kennedy: Then what is it?

Pacing the room, Dante rubs his chin while puffing his chest out. Still seated, Kennedy does his best not to laugh as Dante turns and speaks.

Holly: Hear my tale, true believer! I, Dante Holly, defender of the Nubile, leader of the meek, hero to any and all-

Kennedy: I get it.

Holly: Right. May I speak candid with you? When I speak candid, I mean in my alter ego.

Gesturing towards a free chair, Kennedy offers a seat as Dante accepts and sits down with a sudden thud.

Holly: As you know, I have an interest in cats..

Kennedy: Yes, I do. It is quite weird.

Holly: Well, upon arriving at the arena, I entered my personal locker room expecting to find my cute, feline friends. Instead, I seen a travesty.

Kennedy leans forward.

Kennedy: Oh?

Holly: As I entered the room, I found no cats at all. Sure, the food was there and the play structures intact. The thing was, my room was full of dogs. Not just any dogs… very BIG dogs.

Seated across the way, the camera shifts as Mark Rivera is seen on the couch with one leg draped over the other.

Rivera: Did you say.. Dogs?

Holly: Yes. I checked with my handlers and they assured me that they had not sent the canines. The weirdest part was this though. Among the multitudes of Dogs, I found various clocks of different nature. You know, wrist watches, wall clocks… stuff like that.

Rivera: Clocks..

Holly: Yes, sir. I am going to be honest with you. With what happened last week, and how this, I can’t help but wonder if my arch nemesis has returned. Only one man commands canines and clocks alike. As Dante Holly, I am capable of facing the gravest crimes. If this man is who I think it is, I may need assistance. I am calling on the help of the Justice League for this.

Kennedy[/b]: We are hardly the justice league. What we are, is the Empire. You are in good hands, I assure you. If this stalker even thinks of stepping foot in my company, he will be handled immediately.

Holly[/b]: Thank you, sir. Now, I must go. I sense that evil is a foot!

Rising from his chair, Dante adjusts his costume and then raises his fists. Making a “swooshing” noise, he flies out of the office. The office goes quiet for a moment, until Kennedy turns to Rivera and speaks..

Kennedy: You know who this is, don’t you?

Rivera: I do.

Kennedy: Is this your doing? I told you to check in with me before you do anything! I meant.. ANYTHING! I am the one who is running this ship.. Not you.

Rivera (Sighing): I understand this.

Kennedy: Then tell me.. Who do you think it is.

Rivera: Only one man has the power to create such a disturbance in the EUW. This is also the only man in EUW history who would not think twice about stepping up to a powerful group of men.. Alone. I should know, he did it to me when I had created the Council.

Kennedy: Then we must stop this before it begins! A man like this could be the nail in the coffin for us.

Rivera: Agreed. We must act fast… or leave our fate to Oblivion.

Kennedy slowly rises up from his chair. His face instantly grows ashen white. Speaking in a hushed voice, Chad answers.

Kennedy: … Oblivion?

[primetime]

Tag Match
Pin or Submission
Infernal vs. Jeckel Brothers

Gibson: And this is it, time to open the show! Here we have the team of Infernal making their debut against the impressive Jeckel Brothers!

Xplode: Impressive. Yeah.

Gibson: Sounding sarcastic, Xplode.

Xplode: I don't do Tag Teams. I prefer mano e mano.

Gibson: And look where it got you: A retirement home--

Xplode: --with several successful title reigns under my belt. Want to try again, Gibbon?

Gibson: ..It's GibSON.

Xplode: Keep talking, Gibbon.

"Bodies" by Drowning Pool begins to play as Roy Viper and Jackal, flanked by Sara Alexandria and Jessica Martinez respectively, walk out onto the apron. As the first cymbal of the song crashes, both men nod at eachother, and once the screaming starts, it signals Viper and Jackal to run down the ramp as the fans cheer wildly for the successful rookies!

Skye: From Dublin, Ireland and the Second Circle of Hell respectively..weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy two pounds...ROY VIPER! JACKAL! THE EXTREME JECKEL BROTHERSSSS!!!!!!

At the foot of the ring, Jackal goes left and Viper goes right, both men slapping the fans hands. Once the lyrics start echoing throughout the arena, both men roll into the ring, walking towards opposite corners and raising their arms. Sara and Jessica finally walk down the ramp and towards ringside as Jackal walks over to the lower-left corner, sitting in the turnbuckle and waiting for Infernal. Viper jogs over, grabbing the top rope and hopping up, laying across the turnbuckle and waiting with Jackal. "The Nigga You Love to Hate" by Ice Cube starts to play as the team of Harold Jackson and Dough Boy walk out from behind the curtain, hands on their hips.

Skye: From Oakland, California, weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and eighty pounds..HAROLD JACKSON AND DOUGH BOY! INFERNAAAALLLLL!!

Jackson and Dough Boy walk down the ramp, sliding into the ring and raising their arms. Dough Boy taps Jacksons shoulder, pointing at their corner. Jackson walks over, climbing onto the apron as Dough Boy walks into his corner, turning around and staring at Jackal. The referee points at the timekeeper..

DING DING DING!

As soon as the bell rings, Jackal is instantly out of his corner, slamming his arm into the neck of Dough Boy and sending him viciously to the mat. Jackal quickly starts stomping away at the chest of the Dough Boy with such callous abandon that the referee has to attempt and drag Jackal away. Jackal takes a few steps back, but before Dough Boy can scuttle backwards, Jackal runs forward, kicking Dough Boy directly in the chin and sending his head snapping backwards into the mat. The crowd cheer for this vicious onslaught as Jackal grabs the legs of Dough Boy, locking them together and rolling them onto his stomach, locking in a Texas Cloverleaf. Jackson immediately rushes out of his corner, hitting a running forearm to the back of Jackals head and sending him to the canvas. In retaliation, Viper runs out of his corner, slamming his knee quickly into the gut of Harold Jackson before grasping his neck, spiking his head into the mat with a vicious Spike DDT! The referee quickly rushes over and attempts to restore some order to the match, grabbing Viper and telling him to get back on his corner. Before he can start the disqualification count, Viper raises his arms, jogging backwards and climbing through the rope. Dough Boy has already dragged Jackal to his feet and towards their corner, but notices that Harold Jackson is on the outside, rubbing his head in pain. Dough Boy improvises with a quick Snap Suplex, keeping Jackal near the Infernal corner.

Gibson: Some strategy coming from the Infernal boys now..

Xplode: Be right back, I gotta take a leak.

Gibson: DON'T YOU DARE! You are going to call this damn match!

Xplode: Woah there, Gibbon, don't lose your cool!

Gibson: ..It's GibSON! GibSON!!

Jackson starts to wander around to his corner, rubbing his head. Dough Boy has managed to keep Jackal grounded near the corner, quickly whipping him into the turnbuckle and pressing a forearm against the bridge of his nose. Seeing his partner climb onto the apron, he quickly slaps his chest, making the tag. Jackson climbs into the ring, and Dough Boy grabs the arm of Jackal, whipping him into a nearby set of ropes, only for Jackal to slide outside and void Infernals attempts at a tandem maneuver. Dough Boy and Jackson exchange looks before rushing forward, onlyfor the referee to grab Dough Boy and pull him back, telling him to get back in his corner as he's not the legal man. While the referee does this, Jessica Martinez hands Jackal one of her stilleto boots. He gladly takes it and hops onto the apron, slamming the spike against the forehead of Jackson and sending him collapsing backwards into the mat! Jackal tosses the shoe back to Martinez before climbing in, rushing over to Viper and making a quick tag. Viper climbs in, examining his fallen opponent.

Gibson: Viper's taking his time here.

Xplode: Well, yeah, not like Infernal have any fight in them. Seems like Infernal just haven't brung anything tonight.

Viper strolls over confidently to the fallen Jackson, grabbing his ankle and rolling him onto his stomach. He walks over to him, locking his arms around his neck and head before pulling him back, scissoring his legs around his body and locking in a Coquina Clutch! Jackson looks already close to the tapping, but the pressure on his neck begins to build as Viper mercilessly tightens the hold. Jackal slaps the ropes in encouragement as he watches, but Dough Boy rushes out, nailing Viper with a swift stomp to his neck. Viper chokes out, loosening the hold and allowing Jackson to swing his head back, hitting Viper right in the mouth! Viper rolls away and onto his feet, but now Jackson has the opportunity and jumps up to his feet, rushing over and grabbing Vipers hair before slamming him down roughly into the mat, turning around and leaning over, driving a knee into his spine and holding it there. The impromptu submission hold keeps Viper grounded, only for Jackal to rush out. Dough Boy climbs out too, taking the opportunity for a little revenge and rushing at Jackal, planting him roughly to the canvas as Jackson grabs Vipers arms, pulling them back in a makeshift Surfboard hold. Viper struggles, but his mouth is closed and his eyes are determined. Slowly, he starts to roll from side to side. Jackson is thrown off by this, and as Vipers rolls pick up momentum, he manages to roll swiftly onto his back, knocking Jackson off his feet. Before Viper can get to his feet, Dough Boy rushes him, swinging a foot into his chest and planting him onto the mat. The referee begins a disqualification five count, but Dough Boy simply raises his arms, walking back to his corner.

Gibson: You were saying..?

Xplode: Shut up. Their learning, alright? Still wanna take that piss.

Jackson hoists up Viper to his feet, only for Viper to duck under Jackson and latch his arms around his waist. Instead of waiting for Vipers German Suplex, Jackson swings an elbow back, catching Viper under his ribs and sending him stumbling backwards into Infernals corner. Jackson walks over, holding out a hand which Dough Boy quickly tags. Jackson drags Viper out of the corner and Dough Boy joins him, locking an arm over his and helping his partner slam Vipers head into the mat with a Double DDT. Dough Boy goes for a cover..


1...2..KICK OUT!

Dough Boy gets to one knee as Viper thrusts an arm up, looking down at Viper and slowly raising to his feet, only for Viper to twist around with his leg outstretched, sweeping Dough Boy off of his feet! Viper turns around, rushing over to his corner and leaping forward, slapping Jackals hand! The crowd cheer as Jackal rushes out of his corner and straight at Dough Boy, jumping up and slamming an elbow into his chest! Dough Boy shakes in pain as Jackal gets to his feet swiftly, grabbing his head and pulling him up. Jackal leans down to go for the Death Valley Driver, but DOugh Boy swings a knee forward, slamming it into the side of Jackals temple. Jackal stumbles to the side and Dough Boy dashes at him to hit a clothesline, but Jackal turns and ducks, allowing Dough Boy to dash straight over him. Dough Boy turns around, walking into a swift kick from Jackal. Dough Boy doubles over, and Jackal leans down, grasping his legs and tripping him up, locking a leg between his and rolling him onto his stomach, locking in the Sharpshooter!

Gibson: Jackal's got it locked in! Sharpshooter!

Xplode: Aweeeeeeeeeesooooooooooooome.

Jackals pulls back on Dough Boys legs, tightening the hold. Dough Boy reaches out for the southern set of ropes, only for Jackal to walk forward, pulling Dough Boy into the middle of the ring. Jackson watches and goes to climb into the ring, but the referee notices, rushing over and stopping him. As the referee is distracted, Viper rushes forward, grasping Dough Boys arm and simultaneously locking in a Crossface! Dough Boy screams in agony, and the referee turns around, rushing over. Viper notices and releases the hold, rushing over to his corner and climbing out as the referee admonishes him. Jackson takes this opportunity to rush out himself, running at Jackal and slamming a boot into his face, sending him sprawling backwards and releasing the hold on Dough Boy. Before the referee can catch him, Jackson turns around, running back to his corner and onto the apron. Dough Boy gets to his feet, hauling Jackal onto his feet. Jessica Martinez takes this opportunity to dart over and hop onto the apron, waving her arms rapidly at Dough Boy. Dough Boy turns around, staring at her and walks towards her, only for Jackal to swing a fist upwards, hitting Dough Boy with a low blow! Dough Boy cries out in agony, collapsing to his knees as Jackal gets to his feet, nodding thankfully at Jessica and turning to Viper, who quickly raises his arms and stops arguing with the referee. The referee turns around and moves away, allowing Jackal to tag in Viper. Viper climbs into the ring, walking over to Dough Boy and hauling him to his feet, locking his arms around his waist and quickly tagging in Jackal. Jackal raises an eyebrow, but Viper nods at the turnbuckle. Jackal nods and climbs uponto the turnbuckle, turning around as Viper hits one German Suplex, rolling around and nailing a second in quick succession. Viper lifts the heavy Dough Boy up onto his feet, hitting a third and final German Suplex which nails Dough Boy onto his back, allowing Jackal to flip backwards, nailing Dough Boy with a swift Moonsault! Viper climbs onto the apron, and Jackal hooks the leg.

1....2..KICK OUT!

Dough Boy quickly raises an arm, and Jackal gets to his feet, slapping Vipers hand and making another quick tag.

Gibson: Back and forth between the teams here!

Viper climbs out, leaning down and going to grab Dough Boys hand, only for Dough Boy to swiftly jab up his fingers and poke Vipers eyes. The crowd jeers as Dough Boy turns around, rushing over to Jackson and nailing the tag. Jackson climbs out, dashing over to Viper and planting him to the mat with a rough Clothesline! Viper slams hard into the canvas and Jackson goes for an elbow drop, only for Viper to roll to the side and dodge the elbow drop, getting to his feet and kicking Jackson in the mouth. Jackson rolls across the canvas, clutching his mouth long enough for Viper to dash over, grabbing his leg, locking it behind him and locking in the STF! Jackson is caught by surprise, and he reaches out to Dough Boy, but before Dough Boy can climb out, Sara Alexandria dashes around the outside, grabbing the back of Dough Boys suit and pulling backwards with all her strength, managing to pull Dough Boy off of the apron! Jackson is left to fight the STF on his own, growling in pain as he lifts his arms, only for Viper to tighten his arm around his neck even more. Jackson tries to roll through the hold, but Viper tightens his arm even more. However, Dough Boy, who was only temporarily distracted by Alexandrias weak attempt to stop his interference, slides into the ring. Jackal quickly climbs through the ropes, but can't stop Dough Boy hitting a rough stomp to the back of Vipers head, allowing Jackson to swing his head back, catching Viper under his jaw. Vipers hold loosens and Jackson slowly gets to his feet, falling back and sandwiching Viper between the canvas and his own body!

Xplode: Wow, Snake pancake, anyone?

Gibson: Unorthodox, but very, very effective!

Viper is left stunned on the canvas as the referee rushes over, telling Jackal and Dough Boy to get back to their corners. Jackal shoves the referee away, desperately trying to claw at Dough Boy, only for Dough Boy to laugh at him, raising his arms. Jackson has locked in the pinfall, but the referee is now distracted with getting the struggling and angry Jackal back into his corner. Jackals distraction is just enough for Sara Alexandria to slide into the ring. The referee notices and turns around, grabbing Alexandria and forcing her towards the ropes. As the referee is distracted a second time, Jackal rushes out, pulling a small lead pipe out of his right boot and running forward, slamming it into the forehead of Jackson! Jackson collapses backwards, clutching his head as Jackal stuffs the pipe back into his boot, rushing over to the apron. The referee watches as he does, warning Jackal to stop, thinking it was just minor interference. The lead pipe causes Dough Boy to attempt to climb into the ring, only for the referee to take a deep breath and rush over to Infernal's corner!

Xplode: Well, at least the referees getting exercise!

Gibson: He's earned his paycheck tonight! These two teams just want to dismantle each other!

This distraction allows Jackal to pull down the top turnbuckle padding, slamming his foot onto the mat. Viper comes to, sitting up and dragging Jackson to his feet. Seeing his partner has exposed the bolt, he grabs Jackson's hair, pulling him forward and slamming his forehead twice into the exposed bolt! Jackson stumbles backwards, his forehead clearly starting to flow with blood now, and Jackal and Viper high-five! Viper looks more confident now, seeing the weakened Jackson and darts out. He leaps up in front of Jackson, an arm around his neck. As Viper reaches the apex of the jump, he twists backwards, forcing Jackson into the mat with the Venom Injection! Alexandria, at ringside, screams at Viper to "LOCK IT IN!". Viper quickly rolls onto his back, grasping Jackson's right arm and pulling it out, locking his legs tightly around both arm and Jackson's neck, locking in the Triangle Choke! Jackson's chokes in agony, and Dough Boy shoves the referee away, but as he climbs in, Jackal darts out from his corner, literally throwing himself at Dough Boy and sending both men out of the ring and to the floor outside!

Gibson: This could be it! Triangle Choke from Viper!

Xplode: Just finish the damn match, Snake man!

Waving his arms in agony, Jackson tries to fight off the submission, but can't as he finally taps furiously!

Skye: Your winners... The Extreme Jeckel Brothers!!

Roy Viper rolls away and comes to a seated position as Jack remains unconscious!

Gibson: What an amazing ending to that match. The Jeckel Brothers are certainly for real.

Xplode: Ok, now I need to go take that piss before I use your damn toupee..

Gibson: I don't wear... wait.. how did you know?

The feed fades out as Jackal and Roy Viper celebrate in the ring. The camera zooms in on Jackal, as he sort of glares in Roy Viper's direction.

[primetime]

“Well, look at you both. For a minute there, I actually felt like you guys were dangerous.”

Standing in a locker room, Chris Sabora turns as Shawn Ashen enters the room. Behind Chris, Brett Cross slides on a thick leather trench coat. His hair is matted to his face. Hands clasped behind his back, Shawn smirks as he glares at the two men.

Ashen: I was sent to find a locker room to change into my gear in. I like this one. That means that you two need to step out and find another one. This one has been bought and paid for.

Cross, now peeved at the remark, begins to turn to handle the outburst when Sabora suddenly places his open palm on the large man’s chest. Cross glares down at the World Champion before conceding. He then steps back, slamming his large fist into the locker behind him, instantly splintering the wood.

Ashen: I don’t think you heard me right. You must speak a foreign language judging by your cave man get up. Let me repeat myself. THIS IS MY LOCKER ROOM NOW.. COMPRENDE? You just broke my property.

Cross growls as Sabora steps in between the two men. He leans in, slightly smelling Ashen. Ashen immediately feels uncomfortable, and so he leans back slightly.

Ashen: Hey! I don’t know what you guys do in this locker room when I am not around but that behavior don’t fly with me! I prefer the women.

Sabora: I can smell the fear on you. That is good. You are provoking a man who is capable of causing you a world of pain. As for myself, I can ignore your remarks. I have heard them all many times before..

Ashen: Is that so?! Well, then you won’t be too surprised when you hear me challenging you for that title belt in the future now will ya’!

Sabora: If that is your destiny.. So be it. Just remember one thing, your money will not help you inside of that ring. I have crippled many men for saying less than what you have said. You’re new here, at least in an active competing capacity, so I will overlook it. Do yourself a favor and leave the room the way you came before I decide to let Cross feast upon your soul.

Shawn Ashen glares back at Sabora once and then to Cross. Behind him, Mark Rivera enters the room as the fans begin to boo heavily.

Rivera: Ah, I see you gave them the news about the locker room. You two men will have to gather your things and pick another spot to prepare. This is an Empire area now.

Sabora arches his neck and steps up to Mark Rivera. The two men say nothing for a few moments save for Rivera’s ever present grin.

Sabora: You..

Rivera: That’s right, Machine. Did you miss me? Did you honestly think that you had seen the last of me when you betrayed my trust at Scars and Stripes? I told you I would get even with you.. One way or another. Hold on to that title tightly, Champ. You never know when fortune can turn into dismay..

Breaking up the tension, Shawn Ashen begins to speak.

Ashen: That’s right, Buster. Get the hell out of Empire Territory. I believe the low budget rooms are just down the hall.

Sabora’s jaw muscles begin to pulse now as he does his best to restrain himself. The crowd starts to cheer when out of no where, Brett Cross steps in the middle of the men and glares down at Chris Sabora.

Cross: I be thinking’ that Cross’s loyalties lie elsewhere, though my respect has been offered towards Sabora. Now, I see where thy battle lines are drawn! You walk on dangerous lands when angering the God of Thunder! Had it not been for Sabora here, I would just as soon break your bones and toss you to the wolves! The lot of you would tremble at my feet! For now though, I concede to Sabora’s tactics out of respect, and allow this to pass! Shawn Ashen.. You WILL pay for your remarks, you have my word. Mark Rivera, I cast my lot with the EUW. Brett Cross will lead their fight.. To your destruction!

Ashen: I have no idea what the hell this idiot just said! Can someone help me here?

Chris Sabora adjusts the World Title on his shoulder as he begins to speak.

Sabora: What my ally here just said was that you two just created two more enemies to worry over. Brett Cross and myself are officially with the EUW. Rivera, we shall meet again and when that time comes.. I will not make the same mistake twice.

Rivera: I look forward to it, Chris. Truly I do.

Cross and Sabora exit the room now as Ashen and Rivera watch them leave. Turning to face Rivera, Shawn Ashen begins to speak.

Ashen: Can you believe those two jokers?

Rivera: Joke or not, the game has just changed. Things are much more serious now..

[primetime]

The cameras cut to the backstage area now where EUW newcomer Shawn Ashen is seen standing alone in a hallway. He is dressed as usual, standing in a $4,000 Bottega Veneta business suit and wearing premium quality, $1,200 Tanino Crisci dress shoes. Ashen does not seem to notice the cameraman at the moment, as he is talking on his cell phone and seemingly oblivious to anything going on around him. As the camera zooms in closer Ashen’s voice is able to be picked up.

Shawn Ashen:Yes, triple the offer in order to sweeten the deal. That should be roughly five times the market value, which will make it hard deal to pass up. What’s the estimated overall expenditure including conversion? $12,000,000? That’s it? Wow, this guy has to be new, that’s a steal! What an imbecile. You can obviously tell a former wage slave when you see one. The aggregate value of that company including stock dividends and total assets is easily $400,000,000! Despite that, he wants to sell to us for that pittance solely because of a temporary market downturn? Does he have any foreign clientele? No? That’s what I thought. I can sell the assets to my new client in South Korea for half a billion easily! Looks like we just made a $488,000,000 profit Charlotte! Not bad for a day’s work eh?

The crowd boos the conversation, obviously disgusted at the idea of the already ludicrously rich Shawn Ashen making even more money through his business deals. At this point, Ashen finally turns and notices the camera nearby. Sneering, he quickly concludes his conversation.

Shawn Ashen:I have to go Charlotte. I expect the deal done within the hour. Take the funds from the savings account in Switzerland. You will send a digital copy of the contract directly to my phone. I’ll be flying out for Seoul tomorrow morning. I will call if anything changes.

Ashen hangs up the phone and once again sneers at the cameraman. He turns to walk away, but suddenly is cut off when Mark Rivera walks into the frame, eliciting another huge chorus of boos from the crowd. The two men greet each other with smiles and a hearty handshake before Rivera breaks the temporary silence.

Mark Rivera:Ah Shawn my friend! How are things?

Shawn Ashen:Do you even need to ask Mark? I just fleeced an idiot out of his conglomerate and made nearly half a billion in profit! The fool used his life savings to found the thing, so once the idiot spends the pittance I paid for it he’ll be on the streets! God I love it when common people come into money, they never know what to do with it!

Mark Rivera:The same goes with power my friend, I mean hell look at this company for a prime example!

Shawn Ashen:No doubt about it, but that is only temporary. Speaking of power, I take it you’ll be watching when I destroy that Savage fellow tonight?

Mark Rivera:Indeed I will, in fact I’m requiring all members of the Empire to watch intently!

Shawn Ashen:Excellent, it’s always good to provide entertainment for the few people on this planet with actual business acumen rather than the troglodytic mouth-breathers populating that crowd!

The crowd boos even louder at Ashen’s comments, but others are simply confused at his choice of language.

Mark Rivera:You have to be careful Shawn; you don’t want to fry anyone’s brain out there now.

Shawn Ashen:Heh, you assume they have brains to fry Mark.

Mark Rivera:Acknowledged my friend! Acknowledged!

The two men each place a hand on the shoulder of the other and share a loud laugh as the crowd continues to boo even louder. The boos get so loud that Ashen and Rivera suddenly look around, apparently able to hear the noise from the backstage area. However, this simply causes them to laugh a little louder before speaking again.

Mark Rivera:Sounds like they don’t like us to good Shawn.

Shawn Ashen:Jealously can be an ugly thing Mark. They know that all it takes to make dreams come true is money and power. They have neither…

Mark Rivera:….and we have both!

The two men smile and laugh one more time before casually walking down the hall continuing their conversation…

[primetime]

Singles Match
Pin or Submission
Heath Savage vs. Shawn Ashen

"No Love" by Eminem and Lil Wayne begins to play as the lights fade. Savage walks out onto the spotlighted stage with a blank, tranced look on his face, simply walking down the ramp.

Skye: From Charleston, South Carolina, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds..HEATH SAVAGE!

Savage continues walking down the ramp, sliding into the ring and turning around into the lower left corner, folding his arms.

Gibson: Well, Savage looks..ready, I guess.

Xplode: Please, he looks bored.

The lights remained dimmed as "Follow Me" by Breaking Benjamin plays. A well-suited man, carrying a broom, quickly rushes out from behind the curtain and starts to sweep the stage free from dust as the crowd jeer violently. Ashen walks out from behind the curtain, looking at his associate and yelling at him to clean the ramp. Calmly, the associate walks down the ramp slowly, sweeping the ramp as Ashen walks down the ramp.

Skye: From Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds..SHAWN ASHEN!!

The name is created with a hail of boos, which Ashen simply sneers at, giving a mocking wave as he continues walking down the ramp. He hops onto the apron, ignoring the nearby Heath Savage, and simply wipes his feet off on the apron, taking off the blazer of his suit, as well as his shirt, and handing them to his associate before dismissing him up the ramp. Ashen climbs into the ring, stretching on the right-hand set of ropes and not bothering to even glance at Savage.

Xplode: Now he's ready.

Gibson: Should be interesting, two new superstars here..Let's get it on!

The referee nods at the timekeeper as Ashen turns around, staring at Savage.

DING DING DING

Before Savage can collect his wits, Ashen darts out from his corner, nailing Savage with a rough Lariat that sends Savage flat onto the mat. Ashen doesn't let up, hauling Savage to his feet and throwing him into the upper-left corner, hitting several lefts and rights that force Savage to hold up his arms in a futile attempt to defend himself. Ashen takes a few steps back before running forward, hitting him with another Lariat which sends him violently backwards into the turnbuckle. Savage falls onto all fours, allowing Ashen to bring up a boot into his chest, kicking him violently and sending him rolling across the ring and to the outside.

Gibson: Wow, Savage just hasn't had a chance to get going here.

Xplode: I hope Ashen rips his head off! This is wrestling!

Ashen slides out of the ring, laughing and holding out his arms as Savage crawls away, desperately attempting to catch his breath. He makes it to the crowd barrier and pulls himself up, only for Ashen to dash forward again, nailing a third lariat which sends Savage up and over the crowd barrier. Ashen paces around behind the crowd barrier, a wicked smile across his face as the fans jeer violently. Savage kneels up, placing his arms on the crowd barrier. Ashen watches, walking up to the barrier, standing sideways and bringing a foot up. Before he can slam it down, Savage pulls back, rising to his feet and hurling himself over the crowd barrier, tackling down Ashen and starting to nail several forearms into his skull. Savage stops attacking and stands up, yelling to the sky, but this simply gives Ashen the opportunity to sit up, punching Savage in the stomach. Savage doubles over, and Ashen grabs the bridge of his nose, pulling down at it while his other hand rakes the eyes. A venomous jeer echoes throughout the crowd as Ashen lets go on referees orders, sending Savage reeling backwards. Ashen, smelling easy prey, gets to his feet and watches as Savage leans against the ringpost, only for Ashen to run at him and slam his boot into the side of his head, sandwiching the skull of Savage between metal ring post and leather boot.

Xplode: Wow, this is...interesting!

Gibson: This is fucking sick!

Xplode: Watch the language, Gibbon, your mother might be watching.

Savage collapses to his knees. Ashen grabs the head of Savage, pulling him up roughly and rolling him into the ring. Savage is near-motionless right now, and Ashen simply slides into the ring, raising a foot up high and bringing it down onto the back of Savages head. Savages body twitches violently and Ashen turns around to the ramp, whistling loudly. The suited associate quickly rushes down the ramp, broom in hand. Ashen sticks his right foot of the ring, allowing the associate to brush it free from dust to the tune of echoing boos. Ashen turns around, walking over to Savage who is pulling himself up. Savage lashes out a foot, kicking Ashen in the gut and sending him stumbling backwards. Seeing this, Savage darts forward, nailing Ashen with a quick Big Boot! Ashen is sent collapsing to the canvas, allowing Savage to quickly regain his composure. Ashen is up to his feet relatively quickly, and Savage dashes forward for another Big Boot. As the boot connects with Ashens chest, Ashen locks his hands around the foot of Savage, gripping it tightly. Savage stands there, shaking his head, only for Ashen to flip the foot upwards, sending Savage tumbling backwards and against the ropes. Savage rebounds, walking forward and straight into Ashen who flips him upside down, turning around and falling to both knees, slamming Savages head straight into the mat with the Ashes of the Wake! (Spinning Tombstone Piledriver) He goes for the cover.

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Ashen raises Savages arm himself before looking up, grinning and standing up.

Gibson: Come on, stop this!

Xplode: Fuck him up, Ashen!

Ashen hauls Savage to his feet and whips him into the lower-left turnbuckle, darting forward and nailing a rough Lariat which sends Savage collapsing into a sitting position in the turnbuckle.Ashen presses his foot into the face of Savage, causing the referee to rush over and starting a five count. On the count of four, Ashen releases the hold, placing his foot over the ropes and allowing his associate to dust it free once more. Savage manages to roll out the ring, heading for the ramp, but Ashen slides out of the ring, nailing him in the back of the skull with a quick forearm and sending him sprawling to the ramp. Ashen leans down, hauling Savage to his feet and dragging him back to ringside, slamming his head off the set of steel steps before rolling him into the ring. Savage crawls forward desperately, turning around and getting to his feet as Ashen climbs onto the apron, darting forward and going for a clothesline. Ashen ducks under it, hitting Savage in his gut before climbing through the ropes. Savage is allowed enough time to recover to get up and nail Ashen with a swift elbow before whipping him towards the upper-left turnbuckle. Savage rushes forward, but Ashen sidesteps. Savage quickly stops, jumping up and going for the Zig Zag! Ashen stomps his feet down, keeping an even base before looping his arm behind him, grasping Savages legs and pulling his body horizontally over his back. He tightens his arms, pulling Savages ribs tighter into his back before carefully moving him so both men's backs are parallel to eachother. Ashen loops his arm behind him onto Savages neck before jumping up and sitting down, flipping Savages body so that his torso and face hit the mat with The Merger (Black Tornado Slam)

Gibson: Wherever Savage goes, Ashen's two steps ahead! He's scouted his opponent brilliantly..Too bad he's such a reprehensible asshole.

Xplode: That's business, Gibson! Make an impression, and I bet you a hundred bucks that there's guys in that locker room sweating nervously seeing how badly Ashen is fucking up Savage here!

Ashen gets to his feet, hauling Savage onto his feet once more. Savage is noticeably reeling now, allowing Ashen to turn to his associate and yell at him for his blazer. The associate calmly walks forward, suit jacket over his arm and unfolds it, handing it to Ashen. The referee watches carefully, but Ashen simply pulls out a large wad of cash from the breast pocket before slapping Savage around the cheek with it teasingly. Savage shakes it off, starting to come to his senses, but Ashen simply pulls the wad over his fist, hitting Savage with a huge fist which sends several dollar bills into the air! Savage collapses backwards and Ashen looks around at the scattered money. The associate goes to collect the fallen bills, but Ashen simply throws his blazer at him before looking at his golden Rolex, yelling to the crowd that he's just made that amount of money in a minute. The crowd jeer venomously at Ashen who simply turns around, looking at Savage who is bravely to his feet again. Ashen, unimpressed, simply leans down, scooping Savage up and slamming him down with a Michinoku Driver II! Ashen dusts off his hands mockingly, rising to his feet and kicking Savage swiftly into the hand, walking back and waiting for Savage to get up once more. Savage does indeed slowly rise to his feet, only for Ashen to walk over, clasp his hands around the neck of Savage, and throw him down to the canvas. Savage rolls across the mat, clawing up to his feet and greeting another Ashen lariat, sending him over the ropes and collapsing to the outside. Ashen slides out, grabbing Savages arm and hauling him to his feet before whipping him roughly into the steps.

Xplode: I'm lovin' this!!

Gibson: Dammit Ashen, just end this!

Ashen walks over to Savage again, who is now looking much worse for wear as his face paint starts to peel, his forehead starting to bleed slightly. Ashen hauls him to his feet once more, rolling him into the ring and pulling his head slightly out of the apron and before swinging a heavy, clubbing arm down over his chest. Ashen waves mockingly at the crowd, shoving Heath forward and sliding into the ring..

The crowd is booing loudly now as Ashen paces the length of the ring. Heath Savage slowly rises to one knee as Shawn leans in a corner, smirking confidently. Heath makes it to his feet now, look quite groggily. Turning around to face Shawn, he does his best to gain his bearings. It is no use though as Shawn rushes him quickly, nailing the Ashes to Ashes! (Burning Hammer). He then covers for the pin..

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Three!

Skye: Your winner.. Shawn Ashen!

Gibson: Wow.. what a blow out win by Ashen tonight. It's almost like Savage didn't even show up!

Xplode: I agree. Another effort like that and you may never hear from the guy again!

Shawn Ashen taunts the crowd now as the fans boo loudly. He seems only to revel in it as his smile is big. The fade slowly fades out..

[primetime]

The camera abruptly opens up to Chad Kennedy’s temporarily rented office, a large and spacious room, connected to the hosting arena. Kennedy himself is seated behind a modest-at-best looking cherry desk with a black writing pad covering a respectable part of it, several folders and papers spread messily, a telephone with an intercom attached to it, and a cup of black coffee with some Scotch secretly poured in. The bottle of Scotch itself is hidden in one of three drawers embedded to the table along with two shot glasses, presumably for the rare occasion where a CEO and a friend would get intoxicated on the job. The black vase that Kennedy takes with him to every arena is also present by the window with the decent-looking view of downtown Houston.

The telephone-intercom hybrid device suddenly rang as Kennedy was stretching and massaging the back of his neck. Without even flinching, he dropped his free hand down on one of the white keys, triggering the speaker.

“What?”

“Mr. Kennedy, Immanuel Taylor is here to see you”

“…ugh….” Kennedy burped before continuing. “Yeah, let him in”

Kennedy yawned very loudly as Immanuel, after knocking, opened one of the double doors and made his way in before closing the door.

“What took you so long? I summoned you 20 minutes ago”

“I was busy” murmured Immanuel as he pointed at the chair opposite and inferior to Kennedy’s leather one in what seems to be a question for sitting down.

“No you may not sit down, you asshole” barked Kennedy. “I summoned you 20 minutes ago, you come late and your justification is that you were busy?”

“Yeah”

“Busy doing what? Attempting to find peace in the Middle East? Trying to find an end for world hunger? Blogging about how goddamn ridiculous you look when you walk?”

“No”

“Then what?”

“Doing something”

Kennedy stared at the standing Immanuel for a while before slightly titling his head leftwards.

“Oh I’m sorry” Kennedy mockingly began. “Am I fucking imposing? Am I invading your goddamned privacy? You know, I’ve seen some weird and nonsensical crap since I’ve been the CEO of this god-forsaken federation but you, Immanuel, you are the mother of all things irritating and weird.”

No response from Immanuel as he shook his head and seemed unaffected by Kennedy’s rhetoric. He pointed at the chair again.

“Yeah, yeah, sit. Sit.” Kennedy grabbed his inconspicuously alcohol-infused cup of coffee and binged on it before placing it down and taking his time to swallow. Immanuel, now seated, stared on innocently. “Immanuel” began Kennedy, mispronouncing it. “Tell me, are you enjoying yourself here?"

Immanuel nodded, stomaching Kennedy’s mocking tone.

“Ok. That’s cute.” Kennedy repeated “cute” while nodding his head. He placed his chin on his hands with his elbows on the table and stared straight at Immanuel. “You know why I called you here?”

“No”

“I called you because I saw your match two weeks ago. It was an offense to the art of Professional Wrestling”

“Ok”

“Then again” Kennedy, ignoring Immanuel’s response, continued “At least you didn’t cripple your opponent, unlike what happened in that goatfuck of a Trial Match you had. So I guess this is some kind of improvement, eh? Immanuel Taylor, dull but not dangerous anymore.”

Immanuel’s attention diverted away as Kennedy continued barking and insulting. Immanuel caught sight of the black vase, a porcelain entity he very much adored. Aesthetically speaking, of course. Immanuel’s attention eventually diverted back to Chad Kennedy, seated behind his big desk. Immanuel noticed that it made him look bigger and disgused the fact that Kennedy was, in fact, a kid on a power trip.

“You know I’m going to fire you after your first year is over, right? That’s an inevitability”

“Ok”

“Ok? That’s it?”

“Can I go now?”

“No, you can’t.” Kennedy finished his cup of coffee and grabbed a pen and a Post-It sticker before scribbling something on it and sliding it to Immanuel’s end of the table. Immanuel leaned over and analyzed it.

“What’s this?” Immanuel’s voice is creaky and rusty from virulent disuse. Another sharp contrast between him and Kennedy.

“That’s how much you get if you behave yourself, apart from the ludicrous salary you’re already getting simply because I accidentally hired you to this company. You play nice, finish your year, and you get that sum of money plus a farewell kiss.”

Immanuel slid the paper back to the middle of the table and stood up. Kennedy’s eyes widened as he leaned forward and scoffed loudly.

“You cocksucker. What? It’s not enough for you?”

“You don’t get it, do you?” Immanuel said sharply as he stopped midway to the door and turned his head backwards. Kennedy was a bit startled but kept his offense.

“I don’t get what? I don’t get what, you unbelievably irritating piece of shit?”

“You don’t get why I’m here”

“Oh for fuck’s sake” Kennedy blurted as he threw his hands upwards. “Do not feed me that whole I-Just-Want-To-Wrestle bullshit, you thief. You’re not a wrestler, you’re a whore. A leech. You’re a walking catastrophe waiting to happen. I just know it, ok? I just know that you are going to screw up one day, not intentionally of course, you’re just too dumb to do any goddamn thing correctly, so you’re going to screw up and seriously hurt your opponent and he’s going to fucking sue this company and create a shitstorm of a PR disaster after the reporters find out about how a 42-year old goddamn Gulf War veteran was hired to this federation.”

Immanuel, staring blankly at Kennedy, simply turned around and walked out of the office as Kennedy glared and hissed. He took a deep breath, trying to control his irritation of Immanuel Taylor’s existence, before picking up his telephone receiver connecting him to his secretary who, like Kennedy, gets his little desk every time EUW tours one of the numerous cities. Yes, he’s a male.

“Yeah….do you have that officer’s number on you? The ex-KGB one. Yeah…..what? Yeah, yeah, Private Investigator, Officer, whatever. The KGB one. Yeah….ok good. Fly him to San Francisco immediately, book a hotel room for him, and have a car pick him up and bring him to my office. I want to immediately meet him when we get back to San Francisco.”

Kennedy slammed down his receiver and, closing his eyes, leaned back in his chair and hissed audibly.

“I’m not going to let that insect embarrass me”

[primetime]

As the show goes into intermission, Skye is seen approaching the food table backstage. She looks gorgeous, as usual, as she carefully selects her snack out from a table full of delights. Taking her two fingers, she picks up a small chocolate and slides it in between her lips. Walking along side her, Sarah Thompson pours herself a cup of coffee. She mixes the sugar into the drink when something suddenly catches her eye..

Skye’s hands are shaking.. Bad.

Sarah: Skye? Sweetie are you okay?

Skye: I am fine. Thanks.

Turning away from Sarah, Skye begins to walk away when Sarah snatches her by the shoulder.

Sarah: I know we do not talk too much but I can clearly see that something is wrong. I heard you are doing a interview with Chris Sabora. Is that getting to you? I can ask Kirk to remove you from it if you need me-

Skye: No, Chris has treated me just fine, actually.

Turning to face Sarah once more, tears begin to stream down Skye’s pale cheeks. Sarah rushes to comfort her as the two women find a place upon nearby seats.

Sarah: Is it.. Toby?

Skye: Yes. I miss him.

Sarah: Hell, we ALL miss him, sweetie. With all of this Empire nonsense, we really could use his help right now. He was always the guy you could go to when the chips were down and you needed someone to stand up for what was right.

Skye: I know.

Sarah: Wait.. That deal with the stage catching on fire two weeks ago… do you think?!

Skye: I don’t know. That wasn’t really Toby’s thing, at least not towards the end.

Sarah begins to smile slowly.

Sarah: Yes, but it was his thing.. A long time ago.

Skye: He has been missing for a long time, Sarah. The last time we were together was when he lost the World Title to Chris Sabora. He kissed me goodbye and told me not to stay up waiting for him. Then.. He was gone. His family, the club… they are worried sick. I am afraid.

Sarah: Afraid of what? You should be happy! If it truly is Toby, then we are saved!

Skye: I am afraid.. That if it is him, we may be seeing a side of Toby that he fought so hard to bury.

Sarah:[/b] Oh no..

[primetime]

EUW Hardkore Championship
(Hardcore Match)
Randy "Deluxe" White vs. Diabolik

Rock Gibson: Now fans, we have a very historical moment for your viewing pleasure. EUW has officially reinstated perhaps the most brutal championship ever conceived in our industry, the EUW Hardkore Title! Tonight, both Diabolik and Randy White will go through hell and back to be the first champion of this new era!

Xplode: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz…..huh? Oh….yeah wake me when something exciting actually happens…

Rock Gibson: Xplode! Are you sleeping on the job!?

Xplode: What if I am? I must have missed the part where I gave a fuck!

Things begin as “Hysteria” by Muse hits the speakers and Diabolik steps out onto the ramp. He stops at the top of the ramp now and quickly holds up a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, much to the delight of the fans in attendance! The lights flash red as he walks down towards the ring with his weapon, ignoring everyone and everything. As he finally reaches the ring, he grins and rolls inside, where he strikes a pose as fireworks go off in each corner.

Rock Gibson: A barbed wire bat!? Diabolik has come ready for war tonight!

Xplode: Hell maybe someone will actually make me stay awake.

The lights all turn on now and aim at the stage area as a sudden explosion is seen. "TNT" by AC'DC begins to play as the crowd cheers loudly! Stepping through the entrance, Randy White nods at the fans as he finds his way on to the ramp area. He stops at various points to slap hands with the fans before hopping the barricade into their waiting arms. The camera feed zooms in on this as the fans pat his upper body and raise Randy's arm in victory repeatedly! After a few moments, Randy finds his way over the barricade once again, only to run to the ring and hop over the top rope. The ring bounces about as Randy hops in place, nodding at Skye and then back at the fans after. His arms stretch outward as he awaits the start of his match.

Rock Gibson: Here comes one of the newcomers to EUW, Randy “Deluxe” White!

Xplode: With no weapon? Glad to see we don’t discriminate against dumbasses in our hiring practices!

White quickly shows he does have a brain though, as he promptly exits the ring and pulls out a kendo stick! He re-enters with his new weapon, staring down Diabolik across the ring. However, both men seem to come to some type of fighter’s agreement, as they each drop their weapons to the outside! The two men nod at one another now, before the games finally begin! The match begins in a flurry, with Diabolik immediately advancing upon Randy White and backing the smaller man up into the corner with a collar and elbow tie up. White reverses the momentum forcing his opponent into the corner and delivering some quick offensive strikes to the sternum before Diabolik lifts up a high knee that connects dead in the face! The borderline psychotic now takes the opportunity for a turnbuckle smash into the corner and begins to unleash some heavy kicks of his own. White gets driven into the turnbuckle, as Diabolik finishes off the combo with a powerful turnbuckle clothesline, putting White on the mat!

Rock Gibson: Diabolik starting off with a strong showing! He wants his belt back!

Xplode: Uh huh. Show me some blood and carnage, then I might give a damn…

Diabolik now takes full advantage of his superiority by pulling down on the top rope as he chokes out his adversary with the heel of his boot. With the hardcore rules, the referee can do nothing but watch as Diabolik clutches the hair of his opponent and pulls him back up to his feet, hooking him for a bulldog! However, White slips out of the move and quickly counters with a jumping enzuigiri to the back of the head! Diabolik stumbles forward from the blow, so White quickly takes him down with a one-handed bulldog of his own! Diabolik is stunned, so White jumps forward and cradles him into an Oklahoma Roll, trying for a quick win!

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Kickout!

White is undeterred by the kickout and quickly tries to follow up with repeated soccer kicks to the ribs. He continues kicking away, not once allowing Diabolik to even make it to his feet! Finally, Diabolik manages to crawl to the ropes for sanctuary, but the referee reminds him that the ropes won’t save him! White tries to pull him off, but Diabolik manages to kick away. As White shakes the cobwebs, Diabolik quickly notices the kendo stick laying outside the ring and manages to grab a hold of it! He tucks it under his body now and waits for White to come back towards him. White grabs his foot again, so Diabolik NAILS him dead between the eyes with the kendo stick, causing White to drop like a rock!

Rock Gibson: Good God! Randy White might be out!

Xplode: Home run! About time somebody did something exciting! Enough of this gentleman’s crap!

Diabolik quickly fights back to his feet now and returns the favor for the barrage of kicks earlier, wailing on Randy White’s back with the kendo stick! Red welts begin forming on White’s back, as he desperately tries to roll away to avoid the blows! He makes it to his feet, but Diabolik is right there with another stiff shot to the head! White is stunned, so Diabolik drapes the kendo stick over his throat and takes him down quickly with a White Russian Leg Sweep! White is stunned, so Diabolik tries for the win.

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Kickout!

Diabolik is undeterred as he drops the kendo stick now and grabs his opponent once again. He hooks White up and promptly spikes him directly onto his head with a jumping Piledriver!

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Kickout!

White rolls towards the ropes again and fights to his feet, so Diabolik quickly gets into position to hit the Springboard Stunner! He runs and bounces off the ropes, but White counters in mid-move by side-stepping and kicking Diabolik dead in the unprotected face! Diabolik drops quickly, so White exits the ring and grabs a chair! Diabolik fights to his feet, woozy from the kick, so White ENDS him with a vicious chair shot dead to the skull! Diabolik goes out, so White quickly covers for the pin!

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Shoulder up at the last second!

Rock Gibson: Good lord! How did Diabolik kick out of that!? That chair is almost destroyed!

Xplode: Advantage of having a hard head there Captain Obvious!

White looks at the referee in shock that he didn’t get the win, but quickly relents and drops an elbow on Diabolik. Diabolik is still down and out, so White runs up to the top turnbuckle, looking for the One Hit Wonder! He jumps off for the frog splash, but Diabolik manages to roll away and slide the chair directly underneath of White! White lands hard on the chair, screaming in pain and clutching his ribs, so Diabolik quickly runs and drops a senton on those same injured ribs! He continues the punishment by first picking up the chair and then grabbing White, before executing a body slam on White while holding the chair! White is writhing in pain, so Diabolik exits the ring for a chair of his own! White gets up and Diabolik swings to return the chair shot from before, but White rolls under to avoid it! Diabolik turns to swing again, but White sweeps his legs out from under him! Diabolik hits hard, so White bounces off the ropes and tries for Rolling Thunder! Unfortunately for him, Diabolik again manages to move so that White crashes directly onto the steel! White is in pain, so Diabolik quickly picks him up and nearly folds him in half with a BRUTAL Backdrop Suplex!

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Shoulder up!

Diabolik looks to have had enough now as he slides the chair over and quickly hooks White for a Brainbuster, attempting to hit the Splitting Headache! However, White manages to counter the move and slip down behind Diabolik before hooking him up and hitting a German Suplex! White hangs on and delivers a second one, before finally rolling and hitting a third consecutive German Suplex, this time with Diabolik landing on the chair!

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Kickout!

White wastes no time now as he tries to execute a northern lights suplex, but Diabolik shifts his weight and stops the move before locking his hands and dropping White with a DDT! White is down, so Diabolik walks over to the edge of the ring and retrieves the barbed wire bat!

Rock Gibson: This is not going to end well…

Xplode: The hell are you talking about Rocky? This is the best damn part!

Diabolik measures White as he gets up, still groggy from the DDT. He stumbles a little and finally turns around…right into a shot between the eyes with the barbed wire bat! White SCREAMS in pain as he immediately drops to the canvas, clutching at his face, all while Diabolik simply smiles at him! White crawls to the ropes, but Diabolik quickly follows and ties his arms up in the ring ropes! White is helpless, so Diabolik takes the barbed wire and grates it onto White’s forehead, instantly drawing blood! The referee finally forces Diabolik back and frees White from the ropes, but it’s not a pretty sight as he’s gushing blood! Sensing victory, Diabolik takes a huge swing and nails White right in the mid-section with the barbed wire bat! White doubles over, so Diabolik quickly drops at the bat and grabs his head, then drops straight down with a facebuster onto the barbed wire bat!

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Kickout at the last second!

The fans erupt with cheers as White manages to escape, while Diabolik looks at the referee in disbelief! He gets up and argues with the official, but this allows White the chance to grab one of the chairs! Diabolik quickly turns and sees this, so he reclaims the barbed wire bat and swings for White’s head! However, White manages to swing the chair as well, knocking the bat out of Diabolik’s hands! With Diabolik surprised, White now throws the chair towards him! Instinctively, Diabolik catches the chair, but pays for it when White throws a dropkick, knocking the chair directly into his face! Diabolik bounces right back up on sheer instinct, but quickly pays for it when White nails him dead in the nose with a spinning crescent kick! Diabolik is down, so White quickly executes a standing Moonsault!

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Shoulder up!

White is undeterred though and quickly picks Diabolik back up. He hooks him now and executes the northern lights suplex he tried earlier, holding on in an absolutely perfect arching bridge!

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Kickout!

Rock Gibson: What a back and forth contest this is! White is busted open, but he’s come back to have the clear advantage!

Xplode: Key words though Rocky? Busted open! Who the hell did he make bleed!?

White looks to keep up his advantage now in spite of the blood, hitting a low dropkick as soon as Diabolik gets to his knees! He picks his opponent up now and grabs him with a suplex, but Diabolik is somehow able to hit a knee to the mid-section and twist into a spinning neckbreaker! White hits hard, so Diabolik climbs the ropes and is able to snap off a Moonsault of his own!

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Kickout!

Diabolik now decides that he should forego finesse and picks up the chair once again. He waits for White to get to one knee before promptly hurling the chair at him with all his might, strike White dead in the face! White falls back, so Diabolik quickly dives into the cover!

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Shoulder up at the last possible second!

Diabolik gets up SCREAMING at the official that he got the win, but it’s all for naught as White just escaped! While arguing though, Diabolik doesn’t see White somehow regain his senses and roll him into a cradle from behind!

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Kickout at the last second!

Rock Gibson: What is it going to take!? We’ve seen wrestling, brawling, weapons, strikes, everything but the kitchen sink!

Xplode: What’s it going to take? One guy fucking up the other one worse you moron!

White struggles to get to his feet, do Diabolik charges forward with a big lariat! However, White manages to roll underneath it, somehow grabbing the barbed wire bat in mid-roll! Diabolik bounces off the ropes and tries a rebound lariat, but gets nailed dead in the gut by the barbed wire bat! Diabolik doubles over in pain, so White quickly slides a chair over and hits a Rocker Dropper, sending Diabolik face-first into the steel!

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Shoulder up!

White is unmoved at the escape and knows that he's closing in on victory, so he quickly picks Diabolik up and shows some impressive strength by executing a Powerbomb on the bigger man before flipping over into a jackknife hold!

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Kickout!

White seemingly feels that now is the time and climbs the ropes once more, signaling for the One Hit Wonder! However, Diabolik somehow fights through the pain and makes it to the ropes, shaking them and causing White to crotch himself! With White in pain, Diabolik heads up top and quickly hooks White for a Piledriver, trying for the Devil May Cry! Luckily for him though, White manages to execute a quick punch to ribs to double Diabolik over before managing to shove him off the top! Diabolik lands hard, so White leaps into the air as high as he can for the One Hit Wonder!!

Gibson: This could be it! White could be our new Hardkore Champion!

White shoots off the top rope, performing his finisher. Out of no where though, Diabolik reaches out and grabs a metal chair that had been left upon the mat! He raises it in front of him, causing Randy white to land head first in to the cold hard steel! Diabolik then rolls White over unto his back, and hooks the leg for the pin!

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Three!

Skye: Your winner.. the NEW EUW Hardkore Champion, Diabolik!

The crowd cheers as DIabolik plops down to his knees. The Hardkore Title is handed to him as he leans forward, tears flowing form his eyes.

Gibson: Once again, DIabolik proves to the world that he may be the most Hardkore man in EUW history! Congratulations Diabolik! Hell of a match!

Confetti rains down over Diabolik as he continues to hold on to the strap. The feed slowly fades out..

[primetime]

“You are doing a fine job, I assure you.”

The feed cuts in as we see Chad Kennedy seated behind a large black desk. Holding a pencil in his right hand, he glances up at Mark Rivera who is standing just before him. Chad looks calm, relaxed.. And confident.

Chad: I already knew this. Nothing can go wrong with my plans. I will admit, all of the talk from my father about you had me nervous for a bit. You know, the whole backstabbing portion? Then I got to thinking. How in the hell could you backstab me? I am Chad Kennedy, the future of the EUW - Empire!

Rivera: Exactly. Why would I do that. I know my place… I always have.

Smiling, Chad looks back down at his paperwork that lies before him.

Chad: Leave me be. Perhaps you could wander the halls and see who would fit in to the Empire Agenda? You seem to be good at recognizing talent..

Nodding, Mark Rivera smiles as he clasps his hands behind his back.

Rivera: Certainly.

Heading to the door now, Mark Rivera prepares to leave the room when he suddenly stops just short of the doorway. Chad has gone back to signing some of the papers when Mark begins to speak..

Rivera: You know, I have always loved the EUW. It’s good to see that a well thought plan can really come together.

(The feed switches to the hallway)

Rivera then opens the door and exit’s the room. Standing in the hallway now, Mark glances to his right, only to notice a dark figure stalking in the shadows. Rivera stares at him a moment, until the figure begins to walk closer. The dark shadows slowly reveal the face of the visitor. It is Scorpion…

Rivera: My friend, the boy waits in his office for you. It is time to move forward with plan C.

With a slight nod, Scorpion whisks his long black hair out of his face and enters the office behind Mark Rivera.

(The feed cuts to Chad Kennedy’s office once again.)

Once again interrupted, Chad Kennedy glares up at his new dark visitor. His face looks highly annoyed, as he tries to get a better look at his new guest.

Chad: You know, knocking is preferred when it comes to my damn office! Make it good. If you are looking to be recruited then go see Rivera. He handles the petty shit.

Staying in the shadows, Scorpion slowly arches his neck.

Chad: (Sigh.) Do I really need to call security? Get out of here.

Scorpion begins to step forward now, his open hands easily seen in the lights. Realizing what is about to happen now, Chad resigns himself as he leans back in the chair. His eyes grow larger, as the shadow of the Scorpion looms over him.

(The feed switches to the hallway)

Still standing in the hallway, Mark Rivera smiles as a loud crash is heard just inside Chad Kennedy’s office. Glass shards hit the floor now, as a man screams loudly. A few more crashes can be heard now as a body thumps to the floor. With a large smile, Mark Rivera begins to head down the hallway.. Satisfied.

Rivera: Yes, Chad. I have always known my place around here. My place.. Is the ONLY place.

[primetime]

Triple Threat Match
Pin or Submission
Immanuel Taylor vs. Fallen One vs. Danny Tenfold

Gibson: And now we head into our triple threat match. I am very interesting in seeing how this goes. Every man in that ring is capable of pulling out a win here.

Xplode: Every man will bore me.

Gibson: You are so charming..

The feed switches to the ring.

Skye: The next match will be a Triple Threat Affair! Coming to the ring first, 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.

Skye: And his opponent.. Danny Tenfold!

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

Gibson: Both of these guys are the newest generation in the EUW! Very promising future if you ask me.

Xplode: I didn't..

Skye: Lastly, please welcome.. Fallen One!

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

Gibson: I can't wait to get this started! The excitement is unnatural!

The toll of the bell brings two men out of their corners, Danny Tenfold and Fallen One. Immanuel Taylor doesn't enter the fray however, instead removing himselves from the proceedings entirely as he ducks out of the ring. Tenfold takes a look at him and pays for it as Fallen One seizes the opportunity and tosses Tenfold into the corner and begins to unload on him with a set of furious knife edge chops. Grabbing him by the wrist Fallen One pulls Tenfold out of the corner and looks to whip him across the ring – only to pivot and send him back into the same corner he was in chest first. Tenfolds sternum slams into the turnbuckle, causing him to back out right into the mammoth forearm of Fallen One who takes him down with a vicious shot to the back of the head. Fallen One drops down and hooks the leg of Tenfold as Taylor stands near by on the outside waiting.

1...
2...
NO!

Tenfold kicks out as Taylor is up on the apron. Seeing the match has continued, he drops out and looks on as this time it's Fallen One who shoots him a glare. He locks eyes with Immanuel before smirking at him and picking Tenfold up. Throwing him into the ropes he flings him off across the ring and on the rebound drops down as Tenfold runs right into him. Rising up, Fallen One sends Taylor ten feet into the air before he does a front flip and plummets down onto his back with a back body drop. Once again Fallen One goes for the cover in the middle of the ring.

1...
2...
NO!

Again, Danny Tenfold kicks out after the two count has been called.

Gibson: Fallen One is en fuego!

Xplode: What type of foreign language are you speaking? This is America, we speak English not some random gibberish!

Gibson: It's spanish for 'on fire'.

Xplode: Then just say he's 'on fire'. This isn't Smackdown! We don't need to cater to latino's.

Back in the ring, Fallen One grabs hold of Tenfold and dumps him over the top rope, sending him tumbling out of the ring, as he now stares across at Immanuel Taylor. Taylor just smirks and waves him off which seems to infuriate Fallen One as he ducks out of the ring and goes after Taylor who's ready for him on the outside. Going to his martial arts background, Taylor unleashes a plethora of strikes keeping Fallen One off balance, before eventually getting him into a muay thai clinch. Taylor uses his knees to fire strikes to the head of his opponent, but Fallen One uses his size advantage to push Taylor back enough to break free. He charges at him and looks to connect with a clothesline but it's ducked by Immanuel. Fallen One turns around and looks at Taylor but he's immediately taken down by a soaring Danny Tenfold who connects with a tope con hilo.

With both men down this leaves an opening for Immanuel Taylor who goes after the weakend Danny Tenfold. Grabbing him he tosses him into the ring and for the first time of the match, enters it himself. Taylor picks up Tenfold and flings him into the corner and looks to follow him in. Tenfold keeps the momentum though as he runs up the ropes and flips back over Taylor who crashes into the corner. He then charges in himself and scores with a big clothesline which sends Taylor stumbling out of the corner. Tenfold leaps up to the second rope and as Taylor turns around, knocks him over with a missile dropkick. Immediately he goes for the cover.

1...
2...
NO!

An infuriated Fallen One comes back into the ring and puts his size 20 boot into the back of Tenfolds skull breaking up the count.

Gibson: Danny Tenfold looked to have taken all the momentum there with a series of high flying moves but Fallen One made a big save there.

Xplode: Flips and Kicks will give 'em fits, but power wins you titles.

Gibson: I didn't know you were a poet Xplode?

Xplode: It's Valentines Day tomorrow, I've got to get ready for the big day you know.

Gibson: So there is a soft side to you?

Xplode: Nope, I go hard all the time – none of that Viagra shit here.

Gibson: That's not necessarily what I meant.

Back in the ring Immanuel Taylor is now in control after having taken down Fallen One with a neckbreaker as he waited to take out Danny Tenfold after whipping him into the ropes. Taylor has Tenfold locked up in the corner and unleashes a set of chops to the sternum, before whipping him across the ring – right into Fallen One who lifts him up and looks to put an end to Tenfold with the Devils Demise. Taylor isn't going to let it happen though as he scores with a front kick right to the chin of Fallen One who stumbles for a moment before dropping down, with Tenfold on top of him in a pinning position.

1...
NO!

Taylor breaks up the pinfall by picking Tenfold off of Fallen One and then whips him into the ropes.

Gibson: I wonder if Immanuel learned that kick from Steven Segal?

Xplode: That is absolutely absurd!

Taylor looks to take control by taking Tenfold down with a hip toss after the whip but Tenfold goes to Mexico and reverses it into an armdrag that sends Taylor rolling. He winds up on one knee in perfect position for a charging Tenfold to score with a shining wizard. He promptly hooks the leg as the referee makes the count.

1...
2...
NO!

Immanuel kicks out at two and fights to his feet as Danny looks to keep the momentum he'd built up. He pushes Taylor into the ropes and then takes him down with an inside cradle to get the count.

1...
2...
NO!

Again Taylor kicks out, managing to untangle himself from Tenfold in the nick of time. On the far side of the ring, Fallen One is just stirring, the massive kick from Taylor having sent him to loopy-land for a few minutes. Tenfold pulls Taylor up and this time looks to resort to a little bit of a power game, hooking one arm of Taylor while grappling for the other, trying to get him into position for a dragon suplex. Taylor manages to fight his way out of it tough and reverses it himself and then takes Tenfold down with a dragon suplex of his own, and keeps it locked in for the pin fall.

1...
2...
NO!

Tenfold kicks out but Taylor isn't deterred, rolling his hips and keeping the hold locked in before looking to connect with a second. Tenfold rolls through it though and in the same manner as Taylor ends up in position for his own dragon suplex. Once again he's not able to connect though as a sufficiently recovered Fallen One enters the fray and grabs Tenfold by the legs and sends both men plummeting to the outside over the top rope.

Gibson: This has been a back and forth contest with every man seeming to gain an advantage only to have it stolen away from them.

Xplode: That's how these triple threat's work. You have to watch your ass or someone will end up reaming you.

Fallen One is highly amped up now, as he rolls out of the ring and grabs Taylor by the head. With a huge power display, Fallen One headbutts Taylor and then sends him flying into the metal steps and over them!

Gibson: Holy Shit!

Grabbing Tenfold now, F-1 Rolls the man into the ring and follows him. He picks up Tenfold, yelling as if he is growling with pure intensity! Tenfold digs down deep though and slaps F-1's hands away. Raising one leg, he unleashes a hellish superkick..

Except F-1 steps out of the way, causing Tenfold to hit an oncoming Taylor in the jaw! Tenfold stands in shock, as his kick misfired! His moment of confusion costs him as Fallen One scoops him up and plants him into the mat with the Jagged Edge! (Sitdown Powerbomb)

Xplode: WOW!

F-1 covers for the pin as Taylor stumbles to his feet, only to fall face first due to dizziness.

1..
2...
Three!

Skye: Your winner.. Fallen One!

F-1 rises to his feet, only to walk to a nearby top rope and shake it violently. He is still riled up pretty good..

Gibson: Hell of a match by F-1 here tonight.

Xplode: Agreed. He clearly sent a message. Wait.. what's this?

F-1 snatches the microphone out of Skye's hand and begins to speak as the crowd dies down..

F-1: I been thinking. My career has not gone the way I expected it to go. So, I need to do something about this. This damn company will feel the power that is Fallen One... I swear it. There has been one title that has eluded me, and it is time to fix that problem. Chris Sabora, watch your back... I am coming for you. It's time for you to face a REAL challenge!

F-1 slams the microphone into the mat and exits the ring.

Xplode: Wow.. Did he just...

Gibson: He did. F-1 has switched his focus to the World Championship.

Danny struggles to his feet and looks around as the fans applaud his losing effort. The disappointment can be seen written all over Danny's face as he walks forward and leans on the ropes, breathing heavily, and shaking his head. He then turns around to find another man - in his late twenties and dressed in a smart suit - standing in the middle of the ring.

Xplode: Who's this guy? Doesn't he know fans aren't just allowed to stroll into the ring whenever they want?Danny pauses for a moment, almost as if shocked into a frozen state.

Gibson: I believe that is Danny Tenfold's older brother - he reserved a ticket for him earlier this week.

Xplode: Oh. Still...

Danny still doesn't appear to know how to react as his brother, Sam, smiles and extends his hand to his younger sibling.

Gibson: Looks like we're about to have a feel-good moment here, folks!

Xplode: Give me a break...

Now Danny breaks into a smile and reaches to shake his brother's hand - only for Sam to suddenly deliver a stiff kick to the groin!

Gibson: What the hell!?

Xplode: That's messed up.

The fans boo as Danny drops to his knees, both pain and shock etched on his face. As he lowers his head, Sam boots him hard in the skull, causing Danny down onto his face, before looking around the arena with a wicked grin. Sam then backs away and exits the ring as the fans continue to make their disgust heard.

Gibson: Why would he do that to his own brother?

Xplode: Who knows? Brothers don't exactly have the best history of getting along in this business - I should know... Anyway, I'm sure we'll soon find out. Meanwhile the show must go on!

A referee checks on Danny in the ring as the feed fades to commercial.

[primetime]

“Wait, so you think we should set up the main event like-”

Standing in his office, Kirk Kennedy is seen speaking on the phone. He is deep in conversation when Heath Savage rushes through the doorway. He is out of breath, and highly worked up.

Savage: Kirk… QUICK!

Glaring up at Savage, Kirk returns to his phone call once more in an attempt to ignore Savage.

Savage: KIRK! IT’S YOUR SON!!

Clicking the cell phone closed, Kirk glares at Savage once more.

Kirk: The kid got his ass into this mess, I am sure he can get it out again. Now, if you will excuse me, I still have a damn business to run!

Savage: Your kid is being put in an ambulance. He was attacked…

Kirk: What?!

Savage: Yeah.. It’s bad.

Kirk: SHOW ME!

The two of them exit the room and rush down the hallway, narrowly missing various objects strewn about. They turn a corner and reach the parking lot entrance, just in time to see an ambulance. Chad Kennedy is being tended to upon a stretcher, with Mark Rivera to his side. Rushing up to the stretcher, Kirk glances down at his son lovingly, and then at Mark Rivera. He looks furious.

Kirk: What did you do…

Rivera: I realize that this must be tough on you. So, I will ignore that.

Kirk Kennedy reaches out now, grabbing Mark Rivera by the shirt collar.

Kirk: WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SON!?!

Rivera: It seems that Chad was attacked while tending to paperwork in his office. Witnesses claimed to see some of your boys exit the scene.

Kirk: I have no boys..

Rivera: Sure you don’t. It’s sad, really. You know, with you being his father and all.

Letting Rivera go, Kirk turns to head back down the hallway. He stops just short of the exit before turning to face Rivera yet again.

Kirk: Well, at least one thing comes of this. With my son unable to perform his duties, the sole ownership of the fed temporarily falls to me. You can go pack your bags. You’re fired… again.

Mark Rivera begins to adjust his shirt and flatten the newly made wrinkles. His face is calm.

Rivera: I.. don’t think so. You see, with the EUW attacking Chad, he felt it was prudent to avoid the whole issue of you having temporary ownership. So, he signed over his half of the company to me. I am now the CEO of the Empire.

Kirk: You planned this..

Rivera: I sure did. Perhaps you should ride out to the hospital to be with your son now. Be a father for a change. I will take matters from here. It’s time to make history.. Once again.

[primetime]

In the backstage of EUW, Dave and Zack slowly slide out of the locker-room. Behind them is Mr. Luck, wearing a custom-made blue Italian suit. Dave rolls up his elbow pads, slapping his forearms as Zack goes through some final, mumbled tactics with him. The camera pans closer as Jack Rogers walks into the viewshot, microphone in hand. The Las Vegas Commission stop talking, turning and watching as Rogers places the microphone near Luck.

Rogers: Mister Luck, there are a few concer--

Luck simply grabs Rogers hand and shoves it next to Dave.

Luck: Listen, peasant, he's the one who's wrestling this week. You put your camera and microphone on the man who's representing the Commission, not me.

Rogers: But Luck, there's rumours about your headache--

Luck: I'M FINE, AM I NOT?!?!? I'm here to support Dave for his match, so shut the fuck up about rumours and hearsay from the mindless masses and you give an interview to Dave.

The camera pans to Dave and Dave alone. Rogers gulps and Dave simply yawns half-heartedly, cracking his gloved knuckles.

Rogers: Mister Markinson. Tonight is your singles debut against Illidan Bane. Your thoughts on making your singles debut?

Dave: A long time coming, but a fresh change for me. I look forward to showcasing my singles abilities and my own power against Bane.

Rogers: Your thoughts on your opponent?

Dave: A pathetic wretch of a man who has been consigned to drinking his life away while desperately clutching to the scraps of his past that form his broken identity. I will have absolutely no trouble beating him tonight, nor will I have any mercy. Unfortunately for Bane, the massacre is swiftly approaching, the moment is coming, and soon Bane will be just another victim of the Commission. Now that i've told you such droll things to whet the appetites of the toothless redneck and braindead morons out there baying for blood, let me past so I can go out and wrestle my match..

Dave shoves the camera aside, walking down the corridor and quickly followed by Zack and Luck.

[primetime]

Singles Match
“Big” Dave Markinson vs. Bane

Gibson: Wow, did you hear about Chad Kennedy?

Xplode: I did..

Gibson: Things are getting too far out of hand for me.

Xplode: Just call the match. Don't go pissing yourself..

The feed switches to the ring.

Skye: And now for the next match of the evening. Coming to the ring first.. BANE!

As " Feel like I do"by drowning pool hits the sound system Illidan 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.

Skye: And his opponent. One half of the EUW Tag Team Champions.. Big Dave Markinson!

The intro of the song plays, and the lights dim. With each rhythm of guitar and drums the lights flash. When the main song starts playing at 0:36, Big Dave throws the curtain to one side and walks out onto the stage, pounding his chest and raising his arms. Ignoring the fans cheers and jeers, he walks down the ramp, cricking his neck from side to side and cracking his knuckles. Once he reaches the bottom of the ring, he looks around at the fans and simply climbs onto the apron, ignoring them intently and climbing over the top rope, walking to the nearest turnbuckle and pounding his chest violently, giving a throaty yell to mimic the roar of a bear. He jumps down from the turnbuckle with a large crash and walks into his corner, cracking his knuckles as he waits for his unfortunate opponent.

Gibson: I am still in shock here..

Xplode: Rookies.. Anyway, let's get to the next match. Tonight, we see the boring ass newbie known as Bane face a tag team champion. This should be fun..

The bell sounds and both Bane and Big Dave step out of there corner and step into the middle of the ring, squaring off against each other. Dave looks down at Illidan, the five inch difference magnified by the near two hundred pound weight difference. Illidan doesn't hold back however and unleashes a ferocious right hand to the jaw of Bane that connects but seemingly doesn't phase the man – who instead cocks his chin off to the side giving Bane an easier blow. Bane looks at him and refuses to take it, instead scoring with a knee lift to the sternum and then a forearm to the back of the neck, softening the grizzly up. Dave counters the blows however with a European uppercut that connects and knocks Bane back on his heels slightly. This gives Dave the opening he needs as he grabs Bane and whips him into the corner as Mr. Luck standing at ringside looks on at his partner and fellow champion.

Dave follows Bane in and looks for a massive splash but Bane rolls out of the way, as Dave connects with the padded turnbuckle. Bane quickly goes on the offensive, spinning him around and unleashing a fury of knife edge chops to the sternum, slowly knocking the wind out of big Dave. After a solid round of ten, Bane looks to send Big Dave across the ring with an Irish whip but it's reversed and Dave sends Bane into the corner he previously occupied. It's his turn to unleash the beast on the chest of Bane as he scores with a round of ten himself, before taking him down with a vicious rolling chop to the neck. Mr. Luck looks on with a smile as Dave steps onto the throat of Bane as the referee immediately tries to pull him off. Bane clutches his throat as he tries to lift the foot of Dave off as the referee begins his count of five. At four, Dave reluctantly lets off but in doing so rapes his foot across the face of Bane who rolls to the outside.

As the referee begins to admonish Dave for his actions, Mr. Luck takes the opportunity to get a shot in on Illidan as well, slamming him face first into the steel ring post before scampering to the other side as the referee turns his attention away from Big Dave. The referee turns around and sees Bane on the floor outside and begins his ten count. Eventually Bane comes too and manages to claw back into the ring at the count of eight but in doing so, enters the lion's den once more as Big Dave puts the boots to him as soon as he enters, eventually forcing the referee to call him off once more. Bane is finally able to get to his feet but doesn't stay up for long as Big Dave takes the former cop down to the mat with a vicious running boot. This time he goes for the cover.

1...
2...
NO!

Bane throws his shoulder up off the canvas at the count of two as Mr. Luck looks on with a measured curiousity from ringside.

Gibson: Last week we saw a very similar start for Illidan Bane, looking like he's going to take control from the get-go, before losing it to the larger opponent.

Xplode: It's go hard or go home here in the EUW. We've got the best wrestlers in the business who can still fight with the best of them. There's not a single person here coasting on reputation. If you take the foot off the pedal for even a second, you will lose!

Gibson: I don't know if it's letting off the gas – maybe just inexperience given his limited time in the ring.

Xplode: I don't think it matters whether you're a rookie or not Rock. I seem to remember a certain future hall of famer who debuted and won a tag team title ... as a rookie.

Big Dave has Bane up against the ropes and flips him across the ring. On the rebound he looks to connect with The Steel Hammer but Bane steps under the potentially skull crushing shot and on the rebound connects with a boot of his own that knocks Big Dave back, stumbling into the ropes. Bane takes advantage of the stunned Dave, scoring with a toe kick to the sternum that bends him over, before stepping onto the top rope before dropping down and planting Markinson with a brain scrambling spike DDT as the crowd pops for the first time of the match in support of Illidan Bane. With Dave's shoulders flat on the canvas, the referee makes the call.

1...
2
NO!

Dave kicks out soon after the two count as Mr. Luck pumps his fist. Illidan picks Dave up and throws him into his corner and begins to unleash a set of body blows looking to further wear him down and it seems to work as the initial onslaught and subsequent assault from Bane has Dave sucking wind. Illidan looks to make his big move in the match by lifting Dave up to the second rope first and then putting him into a front facelock and lifting up, looking for a vertical suplex. He gets him almost to the top but can't get him any further as Dave drops to the ground. Once there he looks to lift Bane up with a back body drop but Illidan grabs hold of the ropes and eventually falls back pulling Big Dave down with him into an inside cradle.

1...
2...
NO!

This one is a lot closer but Big Dave still manages to break the cradle as the crowd lets out a slight groan as Mr. Luck now slams his fist on the canvas, barking at Dave to put Illidan away. Bane pulls Dave up and whips him across the ring and takes him down with a clothesline, and once again makes the cover.

1...
2
NO!

Big Dave kicks out, but Illidan merely resets the hold and covers him once more.

1...
NO!

Dave kicks out again, this time with more power sending Illidan clean off him.

Gibson: Good strategy there for Illidan Bane, force Dave to repeatedly kick out and expend more energy, especially when he's already shown signs of being winded.

Xplode: If Fatso spent more time on a treadmill as opposed to scarfing down Big Mac's he'd not be in that position. That or he needs a No Xplode Energy Drink! Instant Energy! Instant Results!

Gibson: Self propagation at it's finest there, X.

Xplode: I do my best.

Bane looks to take advantage of the position he's in and pulls Big Dave up to his feet. Knowing that he'll be unable to get him up, he looks to put him away with a kill shot to the head. Running towards the ropes, Big Dave immediately grabs the referee shielding him as Mr. Luck, crafty as ever hooks the leg of Illidan as he hits the ropes, sending him plunging face first to the canvas. Big Dave lets go of the referee and goes over towards Illidan before stomping him twice. Picking him up Big Dave scores with a toe kick and then lifts him up over his shoulders before shifting him into a crucifix position. Taking two steps Dave let's out a roar as the crowd lets forth with a throng of jeers before dropping Bane to the canvas with a thundering Stone Mountain Bomb. Big Dave takes his time in unfolding the crumpled heap that is Illidan Bane before hooking the legs for the count.

1...
2...
NO!

The referee in charge of tonights action is forced to wave off the counted fall as at the last possible moment, Bane managed to slip his shoulder off of the canvas. Big Dave looks stunned as does Mr. Luck, who is up on the apron yelling at the referee vehemently. Dave joins the argument as the referee is forced to confront both men. Illidan is still on the ground as Mr. Luck holds three fingers up in front of the referee, and drops them until only his middle finger remains. This draws the referee's ire as he immediately swings his arm in the air, ejecting Mr. Luck from the evening's proceedings. The former play boy doesn't take too kindly to this and begins arguing with more furor.

Gibson: Mr. Luck is none to pleased at being thrown out of the arena but you have to agree with the referee's decision. That sort of conduct is not acceptable and on more than one occasion he's interjected himself in this matchup.

Xplode: The referee has no business throwing Luck out. He shouldn't be worried about what's going on outside of the ring, he should be doing his job and focusing on the match at hand.

Gibson: That's easier too do though if you're not forced to listening to the rants of a raving lunatic.

Xplode: It's also easier to get your rocks off if you're not screwin' Free Willy – but you're still able to get the job done. He can too.

Rock is left speechless at the announce table as finally Mr. Luck has given up and is heading back up the ramp towards the back. Big Dave turns around after watching his partner exit the ring area and does so right into the boot of Illidan Bane, who then proceeds to lift Big Dave into position and this time manages to connect with an impact move, dropping him down onto his head once more, this time with an inverted brain buster near the ropes. Fatigued, Bane manages to haul himself over Big Dave for the cover.

1...
2...
NO!

The referee waves off the fall as he points at the foot of Big Dave on the rope, missing Mr. Luck lying next to the ring apron, having ran down the aisle and putting the foot of his partner on the rope in the nick of time to break up the fall. Both men are down out of pure exhaustion, the slug fest between the two having taken almost everything out of both men.

Slowly, both men rise yet again as the fans cheer in appreciation. Bane is the first to attack with a slow, weakened haymaker. He does it again, causing Dave to stumble backward. Bane tries it a third time, only to be picked up into a bearhug by Dave! Bane waves his arms frantically but it is no use. Dave applies the pressure and due to Banes exhaustion.. he taps out quickly.

Skye: Your winner.. Dave Markinson!

The crowd boos loudly as Mister Luck slides in to the ring and celebrates with Dave.

Gibson: The Empire is really making moves tonight. Dave impressed the hell out of me here.

The tag team championships is handed to Dave now as he is seen with one hand raised. The feed fades out..

[primetime]

“Watching these kids scurry around here picking a side is hilarious..”

We see a hallway. Standing in a doorway, Warrior is seen talking to a backstage employee. He is holding a bottle of water, standing calm and cool.

Warrior: They have no fucking clue how this shit will end, but I do. I have seen this far too many times.

-”Have you? Then tell me, how will it end?”

Turning to face the new visitor, Warrior smirks as Kirk Kennedy approaches him.

Kennedy: Good to see you again, Warrior. Glad to see that you are keeping my employees busy.

Kirk Kennedy gestures for the employee to leave, and is obeyed immediately. Kirk then turns his attention to Warrior once more.

Warrior: What? Is this where you recruit me? No thanks. I am on the outside looking in and I can tell you… you all are going to end up killing yourselves.

Kennedy: You think?

Warrior: I know… not think. I ran this company long before anyone ever heard your fucking name. Did you think I returned to be a part of the new dynasty? That’s where you are wrong. I came back to tie up loose ends. My goal has always been to be considered the best that ever stepped in that ring. You don’t become that by becoming friends with everyone.

Kennedy: I expected nothing else out of you. Just remember though. This is MY company and-

Warrior:[/b] Oh, is it? You could have fooled me. Seems to me like we have two or three other guys staking claims to the federation now. At least when I ran it, the people here knew who was the boss! As a matter of fact, didn’t something happen to your kid tonight? Why aren’t you following up on that instead of standing here getting a history lesson from me?

Kirk shifts his posture and looks around a moment.

Kennedy: I guess it would be useless to ask you to consider standing up for the EUW then? You know, with you being a living legend and all.

Warrior: Nah, I will just stand by and watch you guys burn it to the ground. Just don’t be surprised if, when all is said and done and you guys have sufficiently pounded each other into the pavement… if I am the only man left standing with the World Championship in hand. Oh, and did I mention that it would be for the third time in my career?

Kennedy: Right. Well good luck with that. Just remember, it’s lonely in the locker room when you have no friends.

Warrior: At least I know who I can trust..

[primetime]

Triple Threat Match
(Non title)
Jack Bull vs. Warrior vs. Jace Ambrose

Rock Gibson: Now fans, it is time for the semi-main event of the evening. A Triple Threat Match pitting the Empire’s Jace Ambrose, the always dangerous Warrior, and the Pure Champion himself Jack Bull!

Xplode: Eh, who cares what side they’re on? I want some blood and guts! God I miss being in the ring sometimes…

Things begin as "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva hits the sound system and the trademark red and purple lights flash across the arena. Jace Ambrose walks out a few seconds into the song and pauses at the top of the ramp, flexing for the crowd. He pumps up his right bicep and kisses it before throwing his arms down and walking towards the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. He then slides into the ring under the bottom rope and stands up, posing once again, before taking off his headband and hurling it into the crowd and moving to his corner.

Rock Gibson: Here we have the Empire’s representative for the match. I must say, as much as I detest Mark Rivera, he made a damn good fine with his young athlete right here!

Xplode: Whose ass has he ever kicked again? Right that’s what I thought.

The mood changes now as "Cold as Ice" by Firewind comes over the arena speakers. The Latin opening catches the crowd off guard as always, before it suddenly crashes into the main part of the song. This blares throughout the jam-packed arena, causing a flurry of boos from the crowd. From behind the curtain, Warrior steps out in his classic black singlet; name emblazoned on the back, and has none other than his daughter Kendra by his side. The two step out, turning to each other and nodding, before making their way down the ramp and towards the ring. Warrior gives his little girl a lift up onto the apron, before he slides in himself. The pair each go to opposite corners, climbing them and taunting to the crowd. They then hop down, discussing some before things get underway.

Rock Gibson: And now we have the EUW legend, the man with two World Heavyweight Title reigns to his credit!

Xplode: Refresh my memory though Rocky. Who has the same number of title reigns but held the title far longer than that guy? Oh yeah! ME MOTHERFUCKER!

Rock Gibson: Modest as always I see…

Warrior now performs a very strange action as he turns and sends his daughter Kendra backstage, apparently wanting to fight this battle on his own. The crowd watches as Kendra walks up the ramp to the backstage area, but Warrior gets cut off when Ambrose charges across the ring and hits a clothesline to the back of the head!

Xplode: I love it! Sportsmanship is for pussies! Take him out!

Ambrose stomps away at Warrior now, showing a vicious streak not previously seen from the impressive young athlete! He picks Warrior up now and hooks him into a suplex, making sure to hold him up high for the entire crowd to see. After a few moments, he drops Warrior to mat, connecting with his signature stalling suplex! Ambrose stomps away at Warrior now, apparently trying to take out one of his opponents before the match even starts! Ambrose picks Warrior up now and just throws him over the top rope and all the way to the floor! Ambrose quickly follows and continues putting the boots to Warrior on the floor. He picks him up and looks to whip him into the barricade, but Warrior is able to get a stiff punch into the ribs before he can! Ambrose keels over in pain and leans against the ring steps for support, trying to catch his breath. However, he pays dearly when Warrior charges and hits the Rage from behind, driving Ambrose face first into the stairs!

Rock Gibson: Good lord! He went face first! Jace Ambrose has got to be unconscious!

Xplode: Awwww! Did the pretty boy get his face fucked up?

The referee comes over to check on Ambrose now, but he appears to be completely unconscious! Blood is pouring from his forehead and he’s completely unresponsive, causing Warrior to already declare victory! He re-enters the ring now and raises his arms to the people, obviously proud of his accomplishments. He walks from one side to another gloating…

But the moment is short lived as the opening wails of "Spitfire" by The Prodigy roars over the PA system and the fans immediately erupt into cheers! The Pure Champion Jack Bull comes running down the ramp at full speed, dropping the title along the way. Warrior barely has any time to react before Bull quickly slides into the ring and connects with a huge spear, driving him down to the canvas! With his adversary down, Bull begins raining down mounted punches, seemingly trying to beat Warrior unconscious! Bull's punches are absolutely rapid, as it's clear that the Pure Champion is in a form not previously seen in EUW. Bull leaps off of Warrior, going towards the ropes and throwing his arms up and pumping up the already electric crowd. Bull then turns back around, clenching his fist and driving it into Warrior's chest with extreme force. Warrior stumbles back from the force of the blow, so Bull gives him a big running clothesline over the top and back down to the floor!

Rock Gibson: Look at the Pure Champion go! He’s on fire tonight!

Xplode: Good! About time someone starting whomping ass around this hellhole!

Bull follows Warrior out to the floor, but Warrior manages to regain his senses and take Bull down with a double leg. Bull doesn’t stay down long though, as he manages to throw Warrior off and scramble to his feet. Warrior and Bull throw some leather now, with Ambrose still down in the nearby corner. Neither man gains a clear advantage, so Bull finally hits a kick to the gut and whips Warrior into the steel railing! Warrior arches his back in pain, so Bull quickly grabs him and throws him back inside the ring. Once there, Bull hits a jumping elbow drop and tries for the pin.

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Kickout!

Bull picks Warrior up now and tries to connect quickly with the Bulls-Eye, but Warrior manages to elbow free. Bull stumbles back a bit, so Warrior takes advantage by sprinting forward and putting Bull down with the Dichotomy! Warrior begins stomping away at Bull now as the crowd starts to get into the match, trying to cheer on Jack Bull! However, the camera pans over and sees that Ambrose is slowly beginning to stir now, with blood seeping out of his head. The camera pans back into the ring, as Bull and Warrior lock up once more. Bull takes Warrior and whips him into the ropes before ducking down for a big back body drop. Unfortunately for him, Warrior sees it coming a mile away and puts on the brakes at the last second. He then counters with a kneelift that sends Bull flying backwards onto the mat. Now down, Warrior wails away on him with a series of elbow drops. This continues until Jace Ambrose finally makes it back into the ring and intervenes. From behind, he grabs and latches onto Warrior’s body. He then shifts all his weight downwards and drives both knees into Warrior’s back for a back stabber! Warrior is down, so Jace quickly scales the ropes. Once there, he comes flying off with the J-Drop, connecting flush with Warrior and going for the win!

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Kickout!

Warrior escapes the pin and rolls away to avoid Ambrose, so Jace turns his attention back to Jack Bull. He tries for one of his trademark clotheslines, but Bull quickly drops and pulls the ropes down! Ambrose tries to stop his momentum, but tumbles over the ropes, landing hard on the outside! In the ring, Bull turns his attention back to Warrior now, charging across the ring with another spear before raining more mounted punches down onto Warrior’s head!

Rock Gibson: Jack Bull has one again resumed control here. It’s a back and forth match all around though.

Xplode: Uh huh. Sure it is…

Warrior finally is able to roll away from the blows, but Jack Bull is having none of it as he quickly pulls Warrior back onto his feet. Seeing Ambrose stir from outside the ring, Bull then takes Warrior and throws him out of the ring, aiming him directly at Ambrose! Warrior lands hard on Ambrose and both men roll onto the fan barricade. Bull plays to the crowd a little bit more, but quickly turns his attention back to his opponents. Both men fight their way back into the ring, so Bull tries to cut them off. He stomps away at Ambrose, but Warrior manages to grab on to his foot. Bull tries to kick him away, but Ambrose cuts him off with a blatant low blow! However, there are no disqualifications in a Triple Threat Match, so the referee is powerless to stop it! The crowd boos heavily as Jack goes down, but Ambrose doesn’t care as he wraps him up into a cradle, trying for a flash pin!

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Kickout!

Ambrose quickly gets back to his feet now, but turns around right as Warrior begins to charge for the Rage! However, Ambrose shows amazing agility by performing a leap frog, jumping straight over Warrior’s charge! Warrior manages to stop himself quickly and turns around, but he’s too late as Ambrose floors him with a huge running clothesline! Bull gets back to his feet now, so Ambrose turns and gives him a huge clothesline as well! Seeing his chance, he quickly grabs Bull and hooks his head. He gives a salute to crowd and then drops straight down, executing his signature Amazing Impact DDT! Instead of covering though, he turns his attention back to Warrior, who is just now getting up. Warrior is still dazed from the clothesline, so Ambrose quickly grabs him from behind and plants him with another signature move, the cobra clutch suplex! Warrior hits hard, so Ambrose tries for the win!

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Shoulder up!

Rock Gibson: Look at this! After being down and out earlier, Jace Ambrose has taken over this match!

Xplode: Eh, I guess its okay. Of course I could take out all three in five minutes, blindfolded, and with one arm tied behind my back.

Rock Gibson: Oh could you now? Why not wear cement shoes to slow you down and take a sedative to make it more equal Mr. Arrogance?

Xplode: Eh, I’d want to keep it interesting.

Ambrose looks to keep up the pressure and hooks Warrior for a suplex, but gets cut off with a forearm to the back from Jack Bull. Ambrose stumbles forward in pain, so Bull grabs him and plants him into the mat with a delayed spinebuster! Ambrose bounces hard, so Bull quickly turns and gives the same maneuver to Warrior! Warrior hits hard and tries to retreat into a neutral corner, but Bull makes him pay by stomping the ever-living daylights out of him! The crowd cheers as Bull continues to stomp over and over on Warrior’s midsection, culminating with a big kick directly to the head! Bull steps back and tries to soak in some adoration, but gets cut off when Ambrose rolls him up from behind!

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Kickout!

Bull tries to get to his feet, but Ambrose uses his weight to hold Bull down and begins firing knees into his ribs. He continues over and over to rain down knees on the Pure Champion, but gets cut off when Warrior comes from behind and hits a knee to the back. Ambrose falls in pain, so Warrior takes advantage by grabbing Jack Bull and applying the Stretch Muffler! He wrenches as hard as he can on the hold, trying to snap Bull’s leg completely in half! Bull shakes his head no to the referee when asked about a submission, but his face clearly shows the incredible pain that he’s in. Warrior torques even harder now to try for the submission, but gets cut off when Ambrose kicks him square in the face! Warrior goes down, so Ambrose grabs him and executes a tiger driver, looking for the win again!

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Shoulder up!

Ambrose looks at the referee frustrated, the blood still running down his head, demanding to know why he didn’t get the win! He grabs Warrior and looks for another tiger driver, but Warrior manages to back drop out of it! Warrior turns to attack now, but gets cut off when Jack Bull makes it to his feet and hits a forearm to back of the head! Warrior slumps over, so Bull grabs him and puts him into the mat with a snap suplex! Having to keep his head on a swivel due to two opponents, Bull now turns his attention back to Ambrose, yelling at him to get up! Once he does, Bull charges and nails a vicious lariat, turning Ambrose for a 360!

Rock Gibson: What a move! Somebody look for Jace Ambrose’s head in the last row!

Xplode: Or look for Rock Gibson’s head up his own ass!

Bull tries to follow up on the momentum as he hooks Ambrose for what appears to be a Powerbomb, but Ambrose slips out and tries another low blow! This time however, Bull side-steps, catches Ambrose’s wrist, and FLOORS him with a huge right hook to the jaw! Ambrose drops like a rock, so Bull quickly tries to take advantage and get the win!

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Shoulder up at the last second!

Ambrose appears to roll his shoulder on pure instinct, as he’s clearly still out of it. With his opponent dazed, Bull decides to end it and hooks Ambrose for the Bulls-Eye! Before he can complete the move though, Warrior comes up behind him and punches him in the kidneys! Bull drops Ambrose and arches his back, so Warrior quickly spins him around and plants him with the Colorado Suplex! Bull bounces hard off the mat, so Warrior tries for the pin!

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Kickout!

Warrior looks shocked that it didn’t get the pin, so he quickly picks Bull back up and delivers a second Colorado Suplex before trying the pin once again!

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Kickout!

Warrior yells at the official now about the count, but seemingly doesn’t let it bother him as he picks Bull up once again and hits a THIRD Colorado Suplex!

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Kickout!

Rock Gibson: This is ridiculous! Jack Bull just will not stay down! What a fighter this man is!

Xplode: Tough son of a bitch for sure. Even I might have to give him a little props here…but I’d still kick his ass six ways from Sunday!

Despite Jack Bull’s perseverance, Warrior can sense that the moment is at hand and grabs Bull’s legs, trying for the War Cry! Before he can complete the move however, Ambrose makes it up to his feet and takes Warrior’s head off with a stiff clothesline! Sensing his opportunity, Ambrose now grabs the stunned Jack Bull and hooks him for the J-Bomb! However, Bull manages to back drop out, putting Ambrose on the canvas once again! Bull waits for Ambrose to get up now and bounces off the ropes, putting him down with a big kick to the face! Bull pumps his arms to rile up the crowd now, seemingly feeding off of their cheers! With this done, he picks up Ambrose and hooks him for the Bulls-Eye! He lifts Ambrose up for the move, but gets cut off when Warrior manages to clip his knee from behind! Bull drops Ambrose and goes down, so Warrior takes advantage and manages to hook the War Cry! Bull SCREAMS in pain from the injured leg, but refuses to give up! Warrior cinches harder and harder, yet no matter how head he pulls he can’t get Jack Bull to give in! He wrenches harder, but gets cut off by a dropkick dead to the face by Ambrose! Seeing his chance, Ambrose grabs Warrior now and hooks the arms for the J-Driver! However, Warrior manages to counter the move by freeing his arms and quickly grabbing Ambrose’s legs, rolling over into a jackknife pin!

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Kickout!

Warrior gets to his feet now and grabs Ambrose, whipping him hard into the ropes. He ducks for a back body drop, but Ambrose puts on the brakes and quickly cinches Warrior into an inside cradle!

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Kickout at the last possible second!

Both men get back to their feet now and exchange right hands, Ambrose getting the better of the exchange. He tries to whip Warrior into the ropes, only for Warrior to counter mid-move! Ambrose bounces off the ropes now as Warrior drops down, so Ambrose hops over him….right into the waiting arms of Jack Bull who plants him into the mat with the Bulls-Eye!! Bull gets up with a look of satisfaction on his face…but gets nailed when Warrior charges and connects with the Rage!! Bull flies backwards towards the ropes as Warrior quickly dives on him for the cover!

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Foot on the ropes!

Rock Gibson: What a bad break for Warrior there! The ropes just kept Jack Bull in this match!

Xplode: Give it up old man! I kicked your ass before and Jack is kicking your ass now!


Warrior pleads his case to the official, but it’s to no avail as Bull clearly got his foot onto the ropes in time. He tries to pick Bull up, but the Pure Champion is dead weight, the grueling match taking everything out of him! Warrior finally relents and turns around, only to be taken down with a thunderous jumping clothesline from Jace Ambrose! Sensing his chance to finally take the match, Ambrose grabs Warrior and cinches him up before driving him down to the canvas with the J-Bomb! Jack Bull rises to his feet now, but is still quite out of it as he stumbles about. He turns around, just in time to be hit with a J-Bomb as well from a very fired up Ambrose! Ambrose then covers for the pin!

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Three!

Gibson: Oh my gawd.. Ambrose won it!

Skye: Your winner... Amazing Jace Ambrose!

Ambrose rolls away and slides out of the ring! The fans are booing loudly as he backs up the rampway, smirking.

Xplode: The Empire continues to win tonight. You know, I have heard people say that their roster is not that great but I think you are seeing the truth now with these results.

Gibson: I agree, X. This scares me..

Both Warrior and Bull remain on their backs, breathing heavily. Ambrose turns one last time to look back at the ring, before leaving. The feed fades out..

[primetime]

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[primetime]

Main Event
Tag Match
Brett Cross and Chris Sabora vs. Dante Holly and Eddie Laurel

Gibson: Now we get to the final match of the evening, it’s the main event!

Xplode: This match should be good. We get to see if both Cross and Sabora can keep their egos in check long enough to make a good team.

Gibson: I think you will find that when faced with extreme circumstances, a bond can be formed. If what I say holds true, we may be about to see the most explosive team in EUW history. Their opponents however is no laughing matter.

Xplode: Dante Holly? I fucking laugh at him all the time!

Gibson: In his first return match, he will team up with Eddie Laurel. I am liking this team. They certainly have brains and speed on their side.

Xplode: I am telling Brett Cross that you said that. He will shove your little body up his ass.

Gibson: Ew.. Let’s get to ringside. That really is gross, X. I mean…

The feed cuts to ringside as the fans cheer loudly Standing in center ring, Skye smiles at the fans in attendance as she prepares to speak.

Skye: Now.. The main event! It will be scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, representing the Empire! Eddie.. LAUREL!

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

Gibson: Eddie Laurel is always a dangerous person. You never know what he is capable of and in my opinion, we have not seen his full potential as of yet.

Skye: His partner, also representing the Empire.. DANTE HOLLY!

As the opening of Four Minutes begins to play the camera shifts to outside and a big D is in the air. Out of nowhere from the light cast by the D Dante Holly drops into view and looks at the camera and breaks into a sprint into the arena. As the intro of the song finishes Dante reaches the top of the stage and poses with his fists to his hips, his chest puffed out and his cape hanging behind him as the crowd pops, their hero having arrived. He struts down to the ring still holding the pose until he gets to the steps. He climbs the steps and the turnbuckles to the top rope before stopping and leaping off, “flying” through the air. Looking like he is going to crash and burn, Dante quickly does front roll as he hit’s the ground and emerges on his feet, one hand in front of him, and one behind his cape.

Xplode: Okay, I know he is trying to be serious out there but.. You can sort of sees his nuts being pinched in that jump suit. That has to hurt.

Gibson: What the hell is up with you today?!

Skye: And their opponents..

The crowd stands up to their feet, cheering at insane audio levels. The camera pans around the arena, capturing it all.

Skye: Coming to the ring first, Brett Cross!

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

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

Gibson: Big Brett Cross is here tonight, and he looks relaxed out there!

Xplode: Naw, he is just waiting to unleash hell..

Skye: And his partner… the EUW World Champion.. Chris SABORA!!

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

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

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

Gibson: Wow.. Just.. Wow. Can you believe the ovation that the World Champion is receiving? We may be looking at the greatest EUW Champion in the history of the business! Sabora is a man who stands down to no one, always is first to meet the challenge.. And has been loyal to the EUW since day 1. Looking at him, I can’t help but wonder, can anyone possibly defeat The Machine?

Xplode: Yeah, I can remember when Chris first arrived in the fed. He fucking annoyed the shit out of me. He still does, but he has my respect all the same.

Gibson: I am going to sit back and enjoy this match up. The Empire needs this win… and so does the EUW. I have a feeling both Kennedy’s will be watching this with great interest.

Sabora nods at Cross as he steps through the ropes, resigning to let Cross start off for his team. Eddie Laurel glares back at Cross with a sneer, his confidence is plainly visible. Dante Holly slaps Laurel on the shoulder as the bell is rung.

Hopping in place, Eddie cracks his neck before gesturing for Cross to halt in his place. A microphone is placed in his hand as he prepares to speak…

Laurel: Look who this is… the great Brett Cross! Isn’t this the man that could not put away 415 a few weeks ago? Is this who I am supposed to tremble in fear before? All I see is a man who hungers for what he shall never have… a wasted talent. Tonight, you will see the dismantling of this heathen, and an over promoted World Champion.

Laurel hands the microphone to Skye at ringside.

Gibson: Did you hear that? Wow.. Laurel really made his intentions clear.

Xplode: Yeah, let’s see him back it up.

Laurel smirks at the fans as he turns to face his opponent. Immediately, Cross rushes Laurel, bringing down a rain of heavy forearms! Laurel rolls out of the way, utilizing his speed against the Viking. Coming up behind Cross, he grips the man around his waist and begins to drag him backwards! Then, with a show of agility, Laurel attempts a reverse roll up, only to be elbowed away by Cross!

Cross turns around slowly, slight annoyed but nothing more. Looking up at the large man, Laurel wipes away the sweat before slowly rising to his feet. He reassess the situation, this time choosing to fight a bit more defensively. Patting his legs, Laurel rises. The fans cheer loudly as Dante Holly sails through the air from the top turnbuckle now!

Gibson: Cross has company!

With arms forward into tightly packed fists, Dante flies at the Viking, only to be caught in mid air by Brett Cross! The crowd cheers as Brett lifts Dante into the air into a choke slam motion! Laurel thinks quickly as he launches unto the back of Cross, laying on a sleeper hold! Dante somehow breaks free of Cross’s tight grip, and drops to his feet!

The crowd continues to cheer Brett on! Dante backs up, and then rushes forward, performing an exaggerating uppercut punch on Cross! Holly then proceeds to back up, hands upon his utility belt! He looks proud of himself! Cross begins to thrash about as Laurel holds on tightly, the sleeper hold being applied! Dante then points to the fans, before rushing to the ropes to gain momentum! Bouncing off the ropes, he rushes…

Right into a hard drop kick by Chris Sabora!

Dante Holly is sent tumbling over the top rope and to the ringside area below! In the center of the ring, Cross struggles a bit more under the sleeper hold, before grabbing Laurel by the arms and literally tearing him off of the Viking! Laurel flies forward, head over heels, and lands in a rolling motion! Laurel begins to get back on his feet, only to be caught once again around the neck by Cross! He is easily lifted this time high into the air and sent crashing down to the mat below with a thunderous chokeslam!

Gibson: WOW! I could feel that from here!

Sabora steps out of the ring as Cross covers for the pin..

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Holly grabs the leg of Laurel and places it on the bottom rope, breaking the pin.

Cross rises to his feet, staring intensely as Holly. He then whips his long hair over his shoulder, and focuses once more on Laurel by hoisting the smaller man into the air with a fireman’s carry! Laurel is once again sent crashing to the mat hard, this time not given the chance to rebound as Cross pummels away with large fists upon his skull!

Dante Holly rushes to his corner of the ring, slamming his open hand against the turnbuckle pad in hopes of rallying Laurel to life. Cross, already back on his feet, picks Laurel up by the head. Leaning back, he uses a head butt to drive Laurel to the mat yet again! Laurel is reeling.. And Cross is in full control!

Gibson: Brett is having no problem out there. Perhaps Laurel should have chosen his words more wisely.

Cross, looking over his shoulder at Sabora, nods before turning his attention to Laurel. To his surprise, the smaller man is no where to be seen! Looking from left to right, Cross searches frantically, only to feel a boot hit him in the groin area! Somehow, Laurel is able to perform a low blow kick on the Viking, and change up the pace of the match!

Xplode: Laurel used his brains there. Let’s see what he does next.

Crawling away, Laurel pants as he reaches his team’s corner. Holly accepts the tag and enters the ring quickly. With one arm raised he seems to be calling upon some unseen force! Across the ring, Cross shakes off the pain. His long brown hair dangles in front of his eyes. With a hard grunt, he shakes off the pain and turns to face Holly with a loud growl! His fists are clenched. The Viking is about to enter a berserker rage!

Holly does not back down to the power display though, instead choosing to meet it head on! Rushing Cross, Holly grabs Cross around the waist, and pulls backward. He can’t seem to budge the large man. With teeth gritted hard, Holly continues to yank on Cross as he shouts out loud..

Holly: EXTREME POWER, COME TO ME!

Xplode: What the… fuck?

No longer amused, Cross shoves Holly away, only to find himself reversed and brought to the mat hard with a stiff backbreaker by Dante Holly!! Cross is seen on the mat, unsure as to where the “super hero” acquired such strength from. Holly quickly kicks up to his feet, running to a nearby rope and uses the bottom rope as a launching pad! Soaring through the air once again, he lands a body splash on Brett Cross, covering for the pin!

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Cross kicks out forcefully!

Holly hops back to his feet again, only to have Cross follow him! Cross reaches out to grab the masked man but finds himself taken to the mat with an arm drag! Cross rolls over and rises yet again, attempting to grab Holly once more! Holly responds with an arm drag… and then another! Finally, Cross remains down upon one knee, surprised by Holly’s sudden surge of strength!

Gibson: Dante Holly is on fire tonight! He is taking the fight to Cross, not allowing the big man to use those powerful arms against him. Very smart!

Standing in the center of the ring, Holly points at Chris Sabora as the fans begin to cheer instantly. Holly gestures for Sabora to step in the ring, and then poses in a heroic stance! Cross slowly rises to his feet and nods at Sabora, before tagging the World Champion into the ring.

Xplode: Okay, Holly. Let’s see your super powers now..

Sabora slowly steps in to the ring, never taking his cold gaze off of Dante Holly. Holly keeps his pose, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Both men remain in place, until the EUW Champion approaches Holly. Both men lock up as the fans go wild!

Holly attempts a similar arm drag upon Sabora, like he had done to Cross moments prior, only to find himself countered with a hip toss! Holly rushes to his feet quickly after! He reaches out to grab Sabora, using an Irish Whip! Sabora is sent to the ropes as Holly poses with his chest puffed out! As Sabora returns back, Holly starts to attack again, only to have Sabora counter the grab movement into a flip and side suplex maneuver! The fans cheer loudly once again!

Gibson: Super powers or not, there is no power greater than The Machine.

Holly rebounds, this time a little more shaken up. He stumbles forward, grabbing the ropes. Shaking off the cobwebs, he turns… right into a super kick by Chris Sabora! Holly is once again sent over the top rope and to ringside! Eddie Laurel flies over the top rope now, sending his attack towards Chris Sabora! The EUW Champion adjusts quickly though by crouching low, using his back to pick up Eddie Laurel and flip him over his head… right into the waiting arms of Brett Cross!!

Cross readjusts Laurel in his arms, flipping him over and driving the poet into the mat with a power bomb! Dante Holly somehow is able to shrug off the damage and propel himself back under the bottom ropes, right into a waiting Machine! With hard stomps and kicks, Sabora relentlessly attacks the Super Hero! Holly bats away a round of kicks before rolling to his feet. He spears Sabora into the corner, using his shoulder to keep the champion at bay!

After a few shoulder thrusts, Dante backs up. He puffs out his chest once again, only to be grabbed around the waist by a rejuvenated Sabora and flung forward with a T-Bone suplex! Dante kicks back up to his feet, displaying great stamina.. Only to be shoved into his own corner! Dante tries to rebound but it is no use, the World Champion is all over him! With hard kicks, he breaks down the Super Hero!

Sabora backs up a bit, before rushing Holly once again. He grabs the super hero around his waist in another attempted T-Bone Suplex only to be elbowed away at the last second! Holly then reaches out and tags Laurel into the ring… to Eddie Laurel’s surprise!

Xplode: I don’t think Eddie wants to get in the ring…

Sabora begins to rally the fans around the arena by waving his arms in the air. Laurel remains at ringside however, refusing to step through the ropes. With the fans cheering at a fever pitch, Laurel gestures that he is going to just leave the ringside area when Sabora grabs the top rope and pulls on it.. slingshotting Laurel into the ring against his wishes! Laurel rolls to his feet, barely escaping a baseball slide attempt by the champion. Laurel grabs Sabora and yanks him backward, nailing a picture perfect backbreaker! Laurel then proceeds to grab the ankle of Chris Sabora, and twist it.. Locking in an ankle lock!

Gibson: Wow, Laurel is using a submission hold. He really has begun to add to his repertoire.

Xplode: Or.. He is just desperate.

Sabora grunts hard as he reaches out with one hand for a rope but finds it just out of his grasp. Laurel decides to pour on the pain by stomping on Sabora’s leg, and then locking in the ankle lock once again. Looking to the fans, Laurel seems confident now. A smile slowly finds it’s way upon his face.

Until he is thrown to the mat…

In an amazing effort, Sabora twists his body and brings Laurel down to the mat with him. Laurel tries to escape but has no time to do so as Sabora grabs an arm, and then a neck.. Locking in The Machine! (Anaconda Vice)

Gibson: This could be it! THE MACHINE!

Laurel immediately screams and tries to grab anything that is nearby! Not wanting it to end this way, Dante Holly hops to the top turnbuckle and poses for the fans. He leaps into the air and nails a flying elbow drop on.. Eddie Laurel!

Xplode: WHAT?!

Dante Holly somehow misses Sabora who had the ring sense to roll out of the way at just the right time! Holly backs up, his hands held out apologetically! Slowly the turns around, only to find himself face to face with Brett Cross!! The crowd screams in anticipation!

Raising one closed fist, Holly screams “GIVE ME THE POWER OF THE NUBILE!” before performing an uppercut! Cross catches his arm this time, choosing to counter the attack with…

Gibson: THE CHARIOT! THE CHARIOT! CROSS NAILED THE CHARIOT!

Holly slams hard into the mat as Brett Cross performs his finisher. He then rises to his feet, never taking his eyes off of Holly who is out cold. Behind him, Eddie Laurel slowly rises, holding his back. He sees Brett Cross and begins to creep up behind him in a surprise attack. Cross turns around fiercely though, catching Laurel before it can happen.

Laurel turns around to get away.. Right into the Maximum Overdrive (RKO) by Chris Sabora! The crowd goes nuts as Sabora remains upon his stomach, staring at the now unconscious Eddie Laurel. He slithers on top of Laurel now, and hooks the leg..

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2.….
Three!

Skye: Your winners.. Brett Cross and EUW Champion, Chris Sabora!

“The sounds of madness” by Shinedown begins to play! The crowd cheers loudly as Cross and Sabora stand in the center of the ring victorious.

Gibson: And it’s over. This was clearly a mismatch.

Xplode: I don’t know. Rivera could be wearing down these two men by making them compete.

Gibson: Either way, Holly and Laurel put up one hell of a fight tonight. We are going to hear a few words from our sponsors and return with a special announcement regarding Back 2 Roots in April.

The fans continue to cheer as Chris Sabora is seen raising the EUW World Championship for all to see. Brett Cross paces the ring behind him, as the feed slowly fades out.

[primetime]

Gibson: Well, we are back now. We are waiting to hear some words from newly crowned, Empire Chairman.. Mark Rivera.

Xplode: What? You can’t be serious..

Gibson: I am. It seems Chad Kennedy was rushed to the hospital, but not before turning over his piece of the pie to Mark Rivera.

Xplode: I am sorry.. Chad just did the worst thing that you could possibly do.

The lights fade down low as the fans begin to boo instantly. “Never Gonna Give You up” by Rick Astley begins to play as Mark Rivera steps into view. He is grinning ear to ear, and loving all of the boos coming his way.

Xplode: Did we just get Rick Rolled?

Gibson: Yeah…

Stepping down the ramp way, Rivera rolls under the bottom rope and circles the ring. Trash is seen being hurled into the ring now as Rivera accepts a microphone with pride. He turns to face the fans.

“RIVERA SUCKS RIVERA SUCKS RIVERA SUCKS!”

Gibson: This dude is going to start a damn riot..

Rivera wait’s a moment, before he begins to speak..

Rivera: Well, it is good to be back again!!!

“BOOOOOOOOO! BOOOOOOOOOO! BOOOOO!”

Rivera: Oh how I love you guys! You know, I never forgot these tender moments that we used to share together. Now, we get to do it all over again! Back 2 Roots is a few months away and unlike the Kennedy clan.. I like to prepare. That being said, it’s time to announce the main event! I wanted to make a huge splash in my return as owner here. What better way to do that than to have the match that I was famous for! A FATAL FOUR WAY! That’s right, we will see the World Champion.. Be it Chris Sabora or TITAN.. Square off against 3 other men! It gets better though…

Gibson: Wow.. Did he just declare a fatal four way for the World Title?

Xplode: He did..

Rivera paces the ring some more, before turning to the fans..

Rivera: EVERY match will be a title match of some kind… and all of them will have stipulations!! I am so smart, aren’t I?

“BOOOO! BOOOO! WE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE YOU! ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Rivera: Yup, that is the type of response that I love so much. Well, I am sure you all are thankful for the info I have just given you regarding Back 2 Roots. You all may return to your useless, low paid, unemployed lives now. I am done now.

“Kryptonite” by Puddle of Mudd begins to play now as Kirk Kennedy steps into view! The crowd stands up and cheers loudly upon seeing him!

Gibson: YES!! FINALLY! The boss fights back!

Pacing the stage area, Kirk Kennedy glares at Mark Rivera before speaking. Across the way, Mark Rivera waits patiently, leaning against the ropes.

Kirk: You know, I sort of like what you got going on for the pay per view. I can’t help but wonder though. The thing is, I need more of a visual if you catch my drift. So, why don’t we give these fans a taste of what is to come at the next SNV!

The crowd cheers loudly!

Rivera: What did you have in mind?

Kirk: Well, how about you rally 5 of your best.. Against 5 of mine. EUW versus the Empire!!!!

The crowd begins to chant..

“EUW.. EUW.. EUW!”

Mark Rivera thinks over the proposition, then he smiles and answers.

Rivera: Fine. In two weeks.. The war begins. It’s about time that you grew some balls. I was starting to wonder about you. I will take this further though. Let’s say we make a little wager. The winner of the Brand battle.. Gets to place their referees in each match at Back 2 Roots! We will call it.. Home field advantage!

Kirk: This IS our home…. So the advantage is always ours. You’re on.

Gibson: Oh wow.. Things are really happening here in the EUW! I can’t wait to see the next show!

Xplode: A lot of careers are at stake here.. That’s for sure. I hope Kirk knows what he is doing.

Gibson: Thanks for watching folks. See you in two weeks for the next Sunday Night Vengeance!

The feed begins to fade out as an image of Kirk Kennedy is shown. Mark Rivera is shown after, smirking…