Feb. 27th SNV

[primetime]

“Alright everybody, settle down. This is going to be a huge night for the Empire and I need everyone focused, calm, and seeing the bigger prize.”

Various men are seated inside of what looks to be the arena cafeteria. With various tubs of food placed for anyone to pick at when hungry, Mark Rivera paces before the many members of his Empire. His hands are clasped behind his back as he stares down at his shiny black shoes. Seated just to the left, Amazing Jace Ambrose raises a hand. His face is partially covered by what looks to be a hard plastic mask.

Ambrose: So, you wanna tell us what happened to the kid?

Chiming in, Mister Luck adjusts his gold tag championship.

Luck: Yeah, we heard he had a little accident. What’s up with that?

Scorpion turns to stare at Mark Rivera with a sharp glance as Rivera winks in return. He can easily see the unrest in the Empire camp. Tonight was a huge night for the group of men, perhaps more so for Rivera himself.

Rivera: Of course I plan on telling you all the details. Chad was not just a dear friend to you all, but a dear friend to myself as well! You see, apparently Kirk Kennedy decided to teach his son a lesson in manners. Word has it that an assassin was hired to literally kill his son. Thanks to Chad being in such tip top shape, Chad was able to escape with a few broken bones. I am so happy that he made it through, let me express that.

Ambrose: Right. Don’t get me wrong, The Jace appreciates a good lie but let’s be honest here, you gain big by Chad getting hurt.. Not Kirk. What really happened?

Adjusting his shirt collar, Mark Rivera smirks as the men in the room begin to talk amongst themselves.

Rivera: Look, I was not going to go into details but I guess I have to. I mean, you all deserve to know what is going on since everyone here could be in danger in truth. It seems that the EUW locker room has taken quite an offense to our sudden rise to power. It was someone in their camp who orchestrated that hit. I can only assume that Kirk Kennedy was involved but I have no proof. Think about it, we have trumped the EUW at every turn. It was only a matter of time until things became quite a bit more serious. I want everyone to watch their back and each other’s back tonight. I have heard rumors that another person in our camp could receive the same fate as well..

The men start to talk amongst themselves once again until the deep voice of TITAN rings true amongst the voices.

TITAN: It’s not my problem.

Rivera: No, Billy. It’s an Empire problem. That makes it yours too, unless you are saying that you no longer are a part of us?

TITAN: I don’t give a shit about your stupid little get along gang here and I certainly do not believe a word that is coming out of your mouth! That kid deserved the ass kicking that he got, regardless of who did it! I am done here, you guys can smack each other’s asses without me. I have a match to train for.

Rising up out of the seat, TITAN exit’s the room and slams the door behind him. Before anyone can speak, Dante Holly bursts into the room now! He is out of breath and frantic!

Holly: GREETINGS Men of the Empire! It is I, Dante Holly.. The defender of the Nubile! I have felt a sad foreboding in the locker room! Upon my investigating, I now have proof of a incoming threat to our-

Cutting off Holly, Luck laughs as he shouts out.

Luck: Shut the fuck up, idiot! There ain’t no mysterious force threatening us. Sit down and get with the program already.

Holly: That is where you are wrong! I have received a video at my secret lair that proves without a doubt that-

Luck: We don’t want to see it. It’s probably a fucking Care Bear video.

The room begins to laugh as Eddie Laurel arrives behind Dante Holly. He stares at Dante and then to the room. Happy that the subject has changed, Rivera smiles.

Rivera: Dante, there is no need to look at your video. I spoke to the man who has been haunting you today! As a matter of fact, he was trying to reach out to us and join the Empire! Tonight, that man will reveal himself. His history in this fed will greatly help us as we eliminate the EUW threat!

Holly: You know who he is already?! You spoke to him?! He will join the Empire?! This is a development…

Rivera: Yes, Dante. Now, go practice with Laurel and get ready for your match.

Laurel: Sir, it smells like fart in that room. May we train in here?

The men laugh as Rivera answers..

Rivera: Yes, son. Please do. I will ask a janitor to tend to this.. Flatulent smell. Prepare, my friends! Tonight.. The EUW receives a major blow to their standing! Tonight, The Empire reigns supreme! Kirk Kennedy, as well as the band of men who follow him, will learn that you do NOT cross the boss.. And I am the boss.

The fans cheer loudly as fireworks spew from the stage area! Fans are seen holding up signs and having a good time as the feed goes live! The camera switches to a banner now on the wall that reads: B2R 11!

Xplode: Hello, I am Xplode and this is my partner Rock Gibson. I am sorry that he showed up to stink out the air waves but at least you guys got me here to get you through his painful announcing..

Gibson: Great introduction..

Xplode: Thanks. I try. Just not for you.

Gibson: Tonight, the war between brands hit’s a major turning point as the EUW squares off against The Empire! Everything is on the line and with Back 2 Roots on the horizon, that is saying something. Over the last few weeks, a name from EUW’s past has been making his presence known. We find out who that person is.. Tonight!! Any ideas on who it is?

Xplode: Yeah.. Gumby. He has been gone awhile. Come backs are fun, you think?

Gibson: You are in rare form tonight, X. Our undercard is also a point of excitement as the show brings you the kind of excitement we are known for. Hard hitting.. Hard spitting.. EUW-Empire action! We are going to head to commercial but when we return, prepare for some action!

Xplode: Oh? Your wife make another movie? I don’t think they can show porno tapes on live television...

[primetime]

The camera cuts backstage to the general locker-room where Immanuel Taylor is shown making his way out of the locker-room. He is in his wrestling attire and seems to be making his way to his match. His robot-like expression is present as always as he walks sternly to the ring.

“Hey” a voice emanates from a far-away distance. “Hey! Taylor!”

Immanuel halts and cautiously turns around to find Mark Rivera making his way towards him.

“Hey, you’re the new guy right? Immanuel Taylor?” Rivera mispronounced “Immanuel”.

Immanuel nodded.

“Yeah, hey. All ready for your little tango with Shawn Ashen, eh?”

“Yes”

“You know he’s part of the Empire? You know what that is, right? The Empire?”

“I’m not interested”

Rivera, slightly startled by the sudden response, steps back a bit. Immanuel, same expression and same insistence, keeps his ground.

“You’re not interested in what?”

“In what’s going on between you and the others. I don’t want anything to do with it. Sorry”

Immanuel turned around and walked away as Rivera, surprised by his stubbornness, stands still for a couple of seconds, watching him walking away. He shakes his head and, with a look of disgust, makes his way back from where he came from while muttering “Asshole”

[primetime]

Singles Match
Immanuel Taylor vs. Shawn Ashen

Gibson: And we’re kicking off this show with a match between two very impressive rookies in Shawn Ashen and Immanuel Taylor.

Xplode: Do I care?! I want to see the Tag match, dammit! Screw the rookies!

Gibson: Xplode, you might just be seeing the future of the federation right here and now.

Xplode: Yeah, I know……..Wow, my sarcasm voice is pretty sexy, isn’t it?

Gibson: You really are an ass.

“Tyrant” by Judas Priest begins to blast intensely from the speakers, contrasting rather well with the silence from the crowd. Immanuel Taylor walks out to the stage with the hood on his red hoodie up and covering his head. Without any sort of pause or signal, he simply makes his way down the ramp to the silence.

Skye: And making his way to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland weighing in at 241 pounds and standing six foot six. He is....IMMANUEL! TAYLOR!!!

Immanuel makes his way ringside, slipping out of his hoodie and placing it on the steel steps as he walks up them, climbing through the middle ropes and into the lower-left corner, waiting for his opponent without any sort of expression on his face.

Xplode: Do the crowd like this guy? I swear, I’ve heard more noise in a funeral parlour!

Gibson: Taylor certainly is one of our more mysterious superstars..

In stark contrast to Taylors simple entrance, the lights in the arena dim as “Follow Me” by Breaking Benjamin begins playing over the speakers. The crowd immediately begins to boo and jeer as one of Ashens associates quickly runs from behind the curtain with a broom, sweeping the stage. The jeers increase in volume as the associate moves to the ramp, sweeping as Ashen makes his way through the curtain. He sneers, looking down at his associate and yelling at him to keep moving as he starts walking down the ramp, nodding in recognition at the venomous boos cascading down upon him.

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

At the bottom of the ramp, Ashen swipes his hand towards the ramp, dismissing the associate who quickly rushes up the ramp. Ashen climbs up the ringsteps and onto the apron, wiping his feet near Immanuel Taylor before climbing into the ring, walking over to the upper right corner and stretching against the ropes, not taking his eyes off of the stoic Immanuel Taylor.

The referee watches as both men continue looking at eachother as “Follow Me” fades out. He quickly points at the timekeeper, signalling for the match to begin..

DING DING DING!

Ashen immediately darts out of his corner, going for a Lariat. Taylor simply sidesteps, allowing Ashen to clumsily connect chest-first with the turnbuckle. Taylor moves in, grasping Ashens head, shoving his face into the turnbuckle before twisting him around, delivering a thunderous right hook into the side of Ashen. Ashen crunches to the side, holding his arms up to try and protect himself as Taylor unleashes a flurry of jabs. Ashen desperately tries to lash a foot out, but Taylor simply grabs it, flings it downwards into the mat, and hits a vicious hook to the right side of Ashens temple, sending him collapsing down the turnbuckle. Without a moments hesitance, Taylor leans down, hauling the battered Ashen to his feet before walking out slightly, whipping him into the opposite set of ropes. As Ashen rebounds off them, Taylor charges and sends Ashen viciously to the mat with a Spear. With Ashen on his back, Taylor gets to his feet, grabbing the legs of Ashen and attempting to twist him onto his stomach. Ashen struggles violently, but to no avail as Taylor rolls him onto his stomach and locks in the Boston Crab. Ashen struggles violently as Taylor pulls back harder on the legs of Ashen, tightening the hold. Ashen cries out, reaching forward the ropes, only for Taylor to stand slightly, pulling Ashen towards the middle of the ring. Ashen uses this opportunity to twist onto his back, pushing his left foot into the small of Taylors back after freeing it and shoving him away. Taylor stumbles forward and turns around, only for Ashen to plant him the mat with a vicious Lariat!

Gibson: Slow start from Ashen, but he’s got some momentum going now.

Ashen leans down, grabbing Taylor by his throat and pulling him roughly to his feet. The referee warns Ashen not to do it again, but Ashen simply shoves the referee, pushing Taylor forward and forcing him against the ropes, locking his hands around his throat. The crowd jeer loudly as the referee begins counting to five. At the count of four, Ashen releases the hold, taking a few steps back before darting forward for a Lariat, only for Taylor to duck down, pulling the top rope down below Ashens abdomen and sending him over the rope and to the outside! Ashen rolls across the outside to the bottom of the ramp, using the momentum to quickly get to one knee, catching his breath. Taylor quickly slides out, carefully approaching Ashen. Ashen jolts to his feet, darting forward and catching Taylor with a Lariat to his chest, but Taylor grasps his arm tightly, ducking under it and locking the wrist in an Arm Wrench, pulling down roughly on the arm. Ashen yells out in pain, grasping his locked elbow in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. Taylor pulls him forward, towards the ring apron. Ashen quickly lunges a foot out, placing it on the ring apron and stopping Taylor from moving him anymore. Taylor keeps a tight hold of the arm but Ashen, in a fit of desperate power, somehow manages to pull his left arm towards him, pulling Taylor as well! Taylor digs his feet into the ground below, only for Ashen to jolt around and pull him towards his body, leaning down and flipping him upside down, twisting around and executing the Ashes of the Wake (Spinning Tombstone Piledriver) as quickly as he can! Taylor hits the outside with a sick thud, allowing Ashen to slide into the ring, looking at the referee. The referee reminds Ashen that the match is pinfall or submission only, and Ashen gets to his feet, shaking off the pain in his left arm. Taylor slowly rises to his feet, allowing Ashen to dart over to the ropes, leaning over the top rope and grasp Taylors head. Taylor responds by smashing his right fist into the jaw of Ashen, sending him stumbling backwards! Taylor climbs onto the apron and attempts to climb in, but Ashen darts over, slamming his knee into the chest of Taylor and sending him rolling across the mat. Ashen turns around, but Taylor locks his right arm around his ankle and sends him tripping over. With his arm still around Ashens left ankle, Taylor steps over the leg and grasps Ashens neck, locking in an STF!

Gibson: Brilliant ring awareness from Taylor!

Xplode: Shut up, I’m on the phone. I’m getting the odds for tonight's Main Event. Five dollars on EUW!

Gibson: Goddammit Xplode………Put me down for ten on EUW.

Ashen comes very close to tapping out, but he quickly chooses to roll onto his back instead. This unorthadox reversal puts strain on Ashens lower back and left leg, but Taylor, sandwiched between his foe and the mat with his legs being crushed, quickly lets go, allowing Ashen to roll onto his feet and raise his fists into the air, pumping them at the crowd who respond with another venomous cheer. Taylor is back to his feet, and Ashen turns around, only to meet a huge T-Bone Suplex from Taylor! Ashen is sent sprawling onto the mat, allowing Taylor to attempt a cover.

1…2…KICK OUT!

Gibson: Close, but no cigar. This really is back and forth stuff!

Ashen sits up, but Taylor twists around, locking a powerful arm around his neck, locking in a Sleeper Hold. Ashen sits there, quickly throwing his head back, only for it to pound into the chiselled chest of Taylor with little impact. Taylor locks the hold slightly tighter, and Ashens begin to droop slightly, his palms opening as he slowly starts to lose consciousness.

Gibson: And Taylors putting Gibson to sleep! Could be goodnight for Ashen here!

Xplode[/b]: Hang on, if Taylors an ex-military schmuck, doesn’t that mean he’s trained to kill with those types of holds?

Gibson: Would killing Ashen count as a win by submission?

Xplode: Yeah, but the cops wouldn’t take that into account when they’re smacking him around with batons.

Ashens eyes continue drooping, almost shutting as his face slowly turns blue. Taylor keeps the hold locked, but Ashen leans around, locking an arm up around Taylors neck and pulling him down before viciously raking at his face blindly. Taylor lets out several irritated, pained growls as Ashen continues raking his nails over his face, forcing Taylor to release the hold and aim a swift kick at the back of Ashen who rolls to the side, turning around and getting to his feet. Taylor is quick to advance on him, forcing Ashen into the upper-left corner. Taylor aims a swift right hook at Ashens kidneys, but Ashen simply ducks down and lands on his rear, flattening down and rolling out the ring quickly, dashing around ringside to get as much distance between himself and Taylor as possible. Taylor turns, glaring at Ashen as Ashen simply waves him off, catching his breath as the crowd shower him with more jeers. Ashen simply turns to them, flipping them off. Taylor, deciding not to waste time, slides out the ring at Ashen, but his simple approach costs him, as it allows Ashen to see him coming, aiming a swift Lariat which sends Taylor stumbling backwards into the ringpost behind him. Rushing over, Ashen grabs his arm, whipping him up and sending him into the ringsteps at the upper-right corner of the outside area. Taylor slams against them roughly, and Ashen runs forward, slamming his knee into Taylors gut and sending his back into the steel. Taylor aims a desperate jab at Ashen, but Ashen ducks, sliding into the ring and wandering around it, waving his arms mockingly at the fans as Taylor falls to one knee, rubbing his back with an angry look on his face.

Gibson: Ashens confident now, considering he was almost killed.

Xplode: Give the guy credit where credit is due.

Taylor slides into the ring, staring at Ashen who turns around, looking at Taylor. Taylor cricks his neck from side to side before cracking his knuckles. This mere gesture causes Ashen to slide out the ring once more, causing another impatient jeer to rise from the crowd. This time, though, Taylor is immediately out of the ring! Ashen can barely get a few feet away before Taylor grabs his shoulder, turning him around and slamming an elbow into his jaw. Ashen is sent reeling backwards, only for Taylor to hit a swift jab into his right chest, sending Ashen to the floor. Taylor leans down, hoisting him up and rolling him into the ring, sliding in after him. Ashen rolls onto his back, lunging a foot at Taylor who quickly catches it, rolling him onto his back, placing a foot there and keeping him pinned before quickly squatting over him, grasping his arms and locking them over his knees before locking his fists over Ashens jaw, locking the Camel Clutch in tightly! Ashen yells out in pain at another devastating submission manuevre, his right arm flailing desperately to the nearby ropes to his right. Taylor pulls back tighter on Ashens jaw, forcing another pained yell. Ashens eyes widen and he stares at the ropes, willing himself on to reach for them. Taylor can’t move without risking an Ashen reversal, so instead chooses to heap on a large amount of pressure upon the jaw of Ashen. Ashen groans loudly, his right arm constantly slapping the right thigh of Taylor as he attempts to swing for the ropes. The referee closely monitors the hold, and Ashens fingers barely skate the bottom rope. Taylor keeps the pressure locked, but Ashen, swinging his arm like a pendulum, eventually grasps the bottom rope, much to the chagrin of the fans. The referee warns Taylor, who instantly lets go of the hold without a count being made. Taylor steps away from Ashen, who hoists himself up and lunges at Taylor. Taylor quickly grasps his arm, going for a Hiptoss. Ashen slams his feet down, preventing the move and uses the momentum to twist and turn to Taylor, leaning him down and scooping him up before slamming him down powerfully into the mat with the Michinoku Driver II! He hooks the leg, going for a pin.

1….2..KICK OUT!

Taylor slams his leg forward, breaking the fall. Ashen slams the mat in frustration, turning to the referee before looking down at Taylor, starting to angrily stomp at his face.

Gibson: Ashens losing it! He just wants to hurt Taylor!

Xplode: Can you blame him? Taylor tried to kill him earlier, and he felt he had the match won. Know what I say? KICK HIM HARDER, SHAWN!

The referee warns Ashen to stop, but Ashen simply delivers another powerful stomp before turning to the referee and shoving him away, yelling at him to back off and not to touch him. Taylor slowly sits up, but Ashen turns around, leaning down and hauling Taylor to his feet before turning around and squatting down, linking his arm around the legs of Taylor and around his neck, placing him sideways parallel to his back. Glaring around at the crowd before giving an evil smirk, he jumps slightly, spinning Taylor onto his stomach and hitting him with the Merger! (Black Tornado Slam) He lays back, placing an elbow on Taylor's face to cover him.

1….2…KICK OUT!

Taylor shoves the arm of Ashen off of his face, leaning up and slamming his fist into the small of Ashens back.

Gibson: Almost, but not enough.

Ashen stumbles forward from the punch, allowing Taylor to get to his feet once more. Ashen turns around, but Taylor delivers a thunderous hook into his left kidney, sending Ashen stumbling backwards. Taylor quickly grabs the arm of Ashen, flipping him with a Hiptoss! Ashen lands on his rear, sending a vicious shock up his spine and allowing Taylor to top it off with a swift kick to the back which echoes throughout the arena! Ashen cries out in pain, and Taylor kneels behind Ashen once more, locking his palms around his chin. Ashen twists in the hold, getting onto all fours and butting his head into Taylor's chin, sending him splayed onto the floor. This unorthodox move allows Ashen to regain his footing, but Taylor doesn’t seem to be phased too much, simply rolling backwards onto his knees and rising to his feet. Ashen angrily lunges once more for a Lariat, but Taylor ducks and Ashen is sent into the lower-right corner of the ring, he turns around, walking right into another of Taylor's vicious jabs to his jaw, which splits his lip open! Ashen stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle as Taylor begins to unload a series of jabs into the chest, abdomen and lower-jaw of Ashen. After a few, the referee warns Taylor to loosen up, something which he instantly obeys by backing out. Ashen slumps down onto the mat, clutching his lower lip. Taylor watches as Ashen grasps the ropes, hauling himself to his feet. Taylor advances, but Ashen lunges out, pushing Taylor away with the sole of his left foot and sending him backwards into the referee. The force sends the referee stumbling long enough for Ashen to swiftly bring his right foot up into the crotch of Taylor. The males of the crowd wince violently as Taylor falls to his knees, groaning in agony before Ashen looks down at him, saying something to him with a sneer on his face. This causes Taylor to aim a swift jab at Ashen, who simply sidesteps and brings his foot into Taylor's side, sending him sprawled to the mat. The referee regains his composure, none the wiser to Ashens low blow as he hauls Taylor to his feet, scooping him up, turning, and hitting a second Michinoku Driver II! The impact sends a ripple through Taylors body, and Ashen hooks the leg.

1….2…KICK OUT!

Taylor lunges out again, causing an enraged Ashen to rise to his feet and blame the referee once more. Taylor, now wise to Ashens ego distracting him, gets to his feet, standing behind Ashen. Ashen turns around, expecting to continue with his prey, but Taylor simply locks an arm around Ashens leg and neck, throwing him behind him and into the ropes at an angle with a huge T-Bone Suplex! Ashens body hits the mat with a forceful thud, and Taylor quickly gets to his feet, rubbing some of the sweat from his brow nonchalantly.

Gibson: Goddammit, Taylors a machine..It’s like he’s not even tired yet!

Xplode: I call shenanigans!

Gibson: Or it could be the years of physical training Taylors underwent as a soldier?

Xplode: …Nope. Shenanigans.

Gibson: You really are an ass..

Taylor hauls Ashen to his feet, twisting him around and hoping to lock in the Perpetual Ferocity, but the aware Ashen simply climbs onto the apron quickly, stumbling to the outside and turning around, dusting off his hands mockingly as Taylor stands there, an neutral expression on his face, but a vein visibly pulsing angrily in his temple. Ashen walks towards the apron, but jumps back quickly when Taylor advances. Taylor slides out, causing Ashen to retreat some towards the ramp before darting forward, hitting a swift Lariat into the chest of Taylor. Taylor stumbles backwards into the apron, and Ashen attempts a second Lariat, only for Taylor to sidestep and send Ashen abdomen-first into the apron. Taylor quickly grabs the legs of Ashen, hoisting him up and sliding him into the ring. As Taylor slides in himself, Ashen quickly leaps to his feet. Taylor walks into Ashen, who leans down and scoops him up for another Michinoku Driver II. Taylor quickly rolls over, landing behind Ashens back and twisting him around, locking him in a suplex and hoisting him high in the air before bringing the top of his skull sharply into the ground with a vicious Brainbuster! He rolls over, going for a quick pin.

1..2…KICK OUT!

Xplode: Will this match end?!

Gibson: I’m on the edge of my seat, here! Both men are very impressive tonight!

Taylor rises to his feet once more, waiting as Ashen slowly hauls himself up with the ropes. Ashen turns around to face Taylor..

With a sharp kick to the gut, Ashen drops to one knee only to have Taylor slide behind him. Snaking his arm around Ashen, Taylor applies his finisher.. The Perpetual Ferocity! Ashen wiggles his arms frantically as best as he can but it is no use.. He is forced to tap out before his lights go out!

Skye: Your winner.. Immanuel Taylor!

Gibson: What a match from Taylor here, I didn’t expect that.

Xplode: Impressive.. For a rookie.

Ashen thumps to the mat as Taylor steps away. Taking in a deep breath, he wipes the sweat off of his brow as he rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp way. Now on his feet, Shawn Ashen snags the microphone from Skye as he begins to speak..

Ashen: Wait right there. You may have got lucky with one of those tricky lock up maneuvers but you haven’t heard the last of me. We will meet again, friend. Next time, it will be my turn to make you cry like a baby. Bet on it… I would.

The scene slowly fades out as we see Ashen glaring at Taylor..

[primetime]

A bag swings back and forth as Roy Viper is seen attacking it through padded fists! Behind the bag, Jackal brace it as Viper trains for his match later in the evening. With each blow, Jackal flinches slightly until Viper finally takes his last shot at the bag.

Jackal: Damn man, You’re hitting it a little harder than normal. Something going on?

Viper: Yeah, I am about to take on TITAN. I need to be ready..

Jackal: You’re not just facing TITAN, man. You’re taking on the Empire! If that is the case, you better go lift a fucking car or some shit!

Viper shrugs off the remarks as he accepts a drink from his manager, Sarah. She then kisses him on the cheek before stepping aside. Viper wipes off the back of his neck with a white towel.

Jackal: Can I ask you a question?

Viper: Shoot.

Jackal: Why are you in this bullshit war? Seriously, what do you get out of it?

Viper drops the towel and stares at Jackal a minute. He looks disgusted at the question. Finally, he grabs Jackal by the arm and drags him into the hallway. Jackal is unsure of the action until he see Kirk Kennedy at the end of the hallway. He is sitting alone, tears in his eyes. There is a phone to his ear as he frantically screams at whoever is on the other end. Pointing in Kirk’s direction, Viper begins to speak.

Viper: You see that man? He didn’t ask for any of this. No one did. His son is on life support and to top it off, that son tried to put him out of business. Yet, he stands by his son. Hell, he stands by us all! Never has Kirk asked for anything in return like that Rivera character. My loyalty goes to him. I love the EUW, and I wont give up on it.

Both men continue to stare at Kirk Kennedy until Jackal looks at Viper and speaks..

Jackal: Alright, man.. Count me in.

Viper: What? You sure? I know you don’t normally do the faction thing.

Jackal: I am with you, aren’t I? If that isn’t crazy I don’t know what is! We are a team and we will stay that way. Consider me EUW from this day on.

Viper and Jackal high 5 one another as the fans cheer.

Viper: Good to hear it, man.

??: Why don’t you two kiss and bond while you are at it..

Turning to face the new voice, Jackal grunts as they see Warrior. Dressed in blue jeans and a black leather jacket, he smirks as he stares at the two men.

Warrior: The EUW has no chance in hell of surviving if jackasses like you two are joining them. Fucking pathetic if you ask me.

Jackal: You overweight piece of-

Viper holds out his hand and calms his tag team partner. He then steps forward and looks Warrior eye to eye.

Viper: What’s wrong with you, man?

Warrior: Give up, dude. Your little inspiration bullshit won’t work with me. Try it on some newbie… like yourself.

Viper: The EUW was once yours, man! It’s dying out there! Fuck.. You can’t be that big of an asshole!

Warrior: I been called worse…

Viper paces the room now until he turns to face Warrior once again.

Viper: You just don’t make sense.

Warrior: I prefer not to join a brand where the owner takes out his own son.

Jackal: What?!

Viper: Kirk wouldn’t do that..

Warrior: Go look at the security tapes. Video does not lie. I think my odds of survival are better right where I am at. Now, if you will excuse me, I got things to do. Roy, try not to get your teeth kicked in to badly, you don’t have many left.

Warrior walks away laughing as Roy Viper fumes. Jackal turns to Roy and asks..

Jackal: Is that true? Did Kirk fuck up his own son?

The scene fades out as we see Roy Viper staring off into the distance..

[primetime]

A brick wall is shown, as a man comes into view. He is seated upon a old wooden stool, his hands resting on his knees. His head continues to look down, as he fumbles with a necklace. The pendant shows 2 boxing gloves crossed.

“You know, people said I wouldn’t amount to shit. Hell, I have heard that my whole life..”

The video changes now, showing a man boxing in the ring. With hard jabs and swift ducks, he shadow boxes against an invisible opponent. With a twist, he unleashes a huge hook before turning to face the viewer..

“Life hasn’t been easy for me, but then again, when is it for anyone? You just gotta’ keep knocking down those obstacles until finally.. You hit pay dirt.”

The image changes again, this time depicting the boxer running down the street. The road changes fast as the boxer jobs along. Now it shifts again, showing the boxer climbing a steep hill. Finally, a man hit’s the mat hard, his face bloodied and swollen at the boxer’s feet..

“Hello EUW. My name is Tyreke Bell. You can call me Church. Soon, the world will know who the hell I am. Someone is about to get knocked out!”

Tyreke Bell swings a gloved fist, hitting the camera feed! The image fades out..

[primetime]

Singles Match
Jackal vs. Bane

Rock Gibson: Now fans we have a rather intriguing match as Illidan Bane goes head to head with Jackal. These are two of the young guns that will help carry EUW into the future!

Xplode: Over my dead body they will!

Rock Gibson: Xplode! What do you have against these two men?

Xplode: They’re not me of course! I can still whomp everyone’s ass in this place!

The speakers in the arena come to life as "Feel like I do" by Drowning Pool hits the sound system and 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 waiting for his opponent to come down or the match to start.

Rock Gibson: This is a man I’m very interested in. A former police officer, he knows exactly what it means to put his life on the line every day. Such a mentality is important for one who wishes to go very far in EUW!

Xplode: Or he could just, you know, win some damn matches!

Things continue as the lights in the arena become different shades of red, as a red fog rises from the floor, and stage as "Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach echoes throughout the arena. Suddenly, a small hole appears on the stage and Jackal emerges, as if being raised by a small platform. Jackal looks around, before engaging the fans on his way down the ramp and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, in the corner. Once in the ring, Jackal crouches down in the corner, staring intently across the ring, even if his opponent isn't there, and refuses to move until the bell rings.

Rock Gibson: Now we have Jackal, a man who has found success in both the singles and tag team ranks here in EUW.

Xplode: And how many belts has he held again?

Rock Gibson: Not everything is about titles!

Xplode: Says the guy who has had approximately zero!

The two men lock eyes now as they measure each other up, each one trying to gain the all-important psychological advantage. Finally, the bell rings and the two men go nose-to-nose in the center of the ring. Eventually the staredown is broken though as they haul off and begin throwing stiff right hands at each other! The two men constantly trade blows to the face before Jackal manages to knock Bane off balance with a hard right. Jackal goes for an elbow smash, but Bane cuts him off with a stiff kick to the midsection! Jackal doubles over in pain, so Bane bounces off the ropes and hits a sick running kick straight to the head! Jackal goes down, so Bane quickly hits him with an elbow drop. Jackal stays down, so Bane drops three more elbows in rapid succession! Jackal clutches at his ribs, so Bane executes a fifth elbow drop and tries for the quick win!

1…

Kickout with authority!

Bane is undeterred and tries to apply a spinebuster, but Jackal spins out, grabs Bane’s arm, and pulls him right into a sharp STO! Bane’s head bounces off the mat, so Jackal immediately mounts him and starts raining down sharp elbow strikes to the face! Jackal keeps throwing elbows, eventually splitting Bane open under the left eye. He tries to continue, but Bane simply lifts his leg and knees Jackal hard in the back! Jackal arches his back in pain and falls off of Bane, which allows him to get back to his feet! Bane tries to hit a lariat, but Jackal quickly ducks under it and takes Bane down with a brutal rolling elbow smash to the back of the head!

1…

Kickout with authority!

Rock Gibson: Wow! Both of these guys are more aggressive than ever! I think this who EUW-Empire war has kicked everyone into a higher gear!

Xplode: Yeah, that’s a large cheese steak with extra onions…

Rock Gibson: Xplode! Why are you on a cell phone!? What the hell are you doing!?

Xplode: Ordering dinner dumbass!

Jackal tries to follow with a Death Valley Driver, but Bane quickly slips out and hits a Side Russian Leg Sweep to put Jackal down! Bane stomps away on Jackal now, making sure to specifically aim for the head! Jackal rolls away to avoid the pressure, but pays for it when Bane drops another elbow directly into his back! Jackal grits his teeth in agony as Bane follows up with repeated knee drops now, obviously targeting the back! Jackal is hurting badly, so Bane allows him to get up before bouncing off the ropes and dropping him with another stiff kick to the side of the head! Jackal quickly fights to one knee to avoid the pinfall, so Bane bounces off the ropes and hits a SICK sliding forearm smash, driving his elbow hard into Jackal’s face! Jackal falls back in pain, so Bane quickly grabs his legs and does a cradle, trying for a flash pin!

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2…

Kickout!

Jackal quickly gets to his feet and is not a pretty sight, as Bane’s forearm has busted him wide open! Jackal seemingly feels the blood and quickly touches his face before becoming so enraged at the sight of blood that he literally begins to shake with rage. He shoots a death glare at Bane, but before he can do anything Bane charges in for a lariat! But Jackal is able to counter once again, this time by sidestepping and allowing Bane to rebound off the other side ropes. Jackal is ready when Bane bounces back, striking him dead in the nose with a sickening rolling elbow smash of his own! Bane drops like a rock, so Jackal quickly takes advantage and heads up top! He comes off with a huge shooting star press, dropping all of his 225 pounds onto Illidan Bane and trying to get the win!

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2…

Kickout!

Rock Gibson: Look at the intensity in both of these men! Both men are bleeding and these strikes they have been throwing at one another have just been sickening!

Xplode: Well Jackal wants to show that he should be in the main event with Roy and Bane wants to actually, you know, fucking WIN for once!

Jackal waits for Bane to get to his feet and throws a big roundhouse kick, but Bane rolls forward to counter just like Jackal did earlier! Jackal tries to spin around quickly, but he’s too late as Bane connects with a straight right punch dead to the chin! Jackal stumbles back in a daze, so Bane charges and finally hits that elusive lariat! Jackal is down, so Bane hooks him up and takes him over into a fisherman suplex, holding the bridge for the pinfall!

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2…

Kickout!

Both men get to their feet, but Bane presses on to keep the advantage. He throws a couple of kicks at Jackal’s back to double him over in pain, then bounces off the ropes behind him and takes him down with a bulldog headlock! Jackal somehow manages to stumble to his feet, so Bane makes him pay by executing a stiff standing spinebuster! Jackal stays down, so Bane does a standing splash and tries to get the fall.

1…

2…

Kickout!

Bane tries to follow up by lifting Jackal into a scoop slam, but Jackal slides down Bane’s back and drops him with a reverse DDT! With Bane down, Jackal just hauls off and connects with some brutal soccer kicks directly into Bane’s unprotected head! Bane rolls away to avoid the pain, allowing Jackal a brief moment to wipe the blood from his eyes. This allows Bane to get to his feet, but he pays for it when Jackal charges and drops him with a spear!

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2…

Kickout!

Rock Gibson: This match is a pendulum of momentum, as both men are incensed as never before and neither is willing to go down!

Xplode: Oh I’ve heard rumors about wrestlers going down. Back in the day there was this guy named Adrian Street…

Rock Gibson: Xplode! This is not the time or the place!

Xplode: Yeah yeah. God you’re such a pussy…

Jackal tries to end the challenge of Illidan Bane by hoisting him up for the Demon Driver, but Bane escapes and grabs Jackal to apply the Law & Order! Jackal manages to spin out and tries a jumping facebuster, but Bane is able to shove him away. Jackal bounces off the ropes, so Bane nails a quick kick to the midsection and then drops him on his head with a beautiful inverted Brainbuster!

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2…

Shoulder up!

Bane grabs Jackal and tries the Scales of Justice now, but this time Jackal reverses the move and transitions directly into a Death Valley Driver!

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2…

Shoulder up!

Jackal tries to apply a tiger driver now, but Bane quickly powers out of it with a back body drop! Jackal hits hard on the injured back, so Bane makes him pay with a sick pendulum backbreaker! The impact can be seen immediately, as Jackal grimaces in severe pain, his back obviously becoming a weak spot! Bane sees his chance now and actually heads up top, a rarity for the newcomer. He waits for Jackal to get his feet and tries a flying clothesline, only for Jackal to move out of the way! Bane hits the mat hard, so Jackal quickly does a La Magistral to tie him up and go for the win!

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2…

Kickout!

Jackal is undeterred though and does a quick facebuster to put Bane on the canvas. With his opponent down, Jackal gets to the top rope and jumps off with a beautiful Frogsplash, landing on Bane and once again trying to get that elusive win!

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2…

Shoulder up at the last possible second!

Rock Gibson: Illidan Bane will not fall on this night! Jackal will not fall on this night! Hell fans, we might BE here all night!

Xplode: Bullshit we will! I’ve got money riding on the main event! End this damn thing already!

Jackal senses that the momentum is with him now and shows it by grabbing Bane and executing a technically perfect Texas Cloverleaf now! Jackal tries to put as much torque on the move as possible, but it’s clear that his back is causing him difficulties in applying the hold properly. Bane tries to use his power to push out of it, but the match has taken its toll on him as well and he can’t muster the strength! Jackal wrenches back even harder, but Bane refuses to give up and begins crawling towards the ropes. Jackal tries to pull him back, but Bane is just too strong, eventually reaching the ropes and forcing the break. Bane gets to his feet now and charges forward, but Jackal brilliantly counters by snapping off a tight inside cradle as soon as Bane gets there!

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2…

Kickout!

Jackal looks surprised that the cradle didn’t work, but quickly tries to follow with another type of suplex. However, this time Bane is ready and counters with a quick elbow to the face! With Jackal dazed, Bane spikes him dead on his head with his spike DDT!

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2…

Shoulder up at the last possible second!

Bane gets up with a look of frustration now, obviously wondering what it’s going to take in order to get that elusive victory. He refuses to let himself give into the frustration though, as he quickly grabs Jackal and looks for a Powerbomb of some kind. Jackal is ready though, and brilliantly counters by rolling to the side and grabbing Bane’s leg, taking him down into a modified cradle!

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2…

Kickout!

Bane gets to his feet with a look of anger on his face and quickly charges for a clothesline now, but Jackal has the same idea and the two men clothesline each other at the same time! Both men lie in the ring now exhausted from their grueling match as the referee begins his ten count.

Rock Gibson: These two are spent! They might not have enough left to beat the count!

Xplode: Well boo fucking hoo to them then!

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Both men begin to stir as the crowd wills each one of them to get up and continue the fight.

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Jackal makes it to his hands and knees.

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Bane makes it to the ropes and tries to pull himself up.

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Bane makes it to his feet, albeit on rubber legs.

9…

With one hand raised, Bane stumbles to his feet! Jackal does not have the strength to rise as he plops down on to his rear end once again. He looks up at Bane and offers a thumbs up gesture. The fans cheer loudly as Bane raises a fist victoriously!

Skye: Your winner.. Bane!

Walking over to Jackal, Bane offers a hand to help him up. Jackal slaps the hand away and uses the ropes to rise up finally. He looks at Bane and nods before exiting the ring. Bane stays in the ring taking in the victory.

Gibson: Hell of a match between these two men. Hell of a match indeed. Bane has finally won his first match in the EUW. Congratulations. We will be back after these words from our sponsor..

[primetime]

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[primetime]

“I want a shot at that title, Kirk. I realize that I am not in your little boy band but this is still a business.. Isn’t it?”

Kirk Kennedy turns to face Fallen One as the two meet. Standing aggressively, F-1 smirks as he pokes a finger in Kirk Kennedy’s chest.

F-1: Main event. Back 2 Roots.. Make it happen.

Kennedy: What makes you think that you deserve a shot at World Championship?

Fallen One: Got someone better in mind? Let’s face it, the top contenders are Empire branded men and that won’t do you any favors. I am not going to swing from your nut sack but I sure as hell have no love for the Empire. Make it happen, it will eventually anyway..

Coming to a stop just short of the parking lot entrance, Kirk Kennedy rubs his chin.

Kennedy: Okay, I got an idea. You scratch my back.. And I will scratch yours. Find out who took out my kid. I know you got the inside source through your ex-partner, Jace Ambrose. Find out what went down and you can have a spot at the pay per view. What do you say?

Pacing the back hallway, Fallen One arches his head. His tight fitted silk shirt hugs his frame as he leans into Kirk Kennedy and responds..

F-1: Fine.. Consider it done.

Kennedy: Good. Consider it done as well..

[primetime]

Singles Match
Eddie Laurel vs. Fallen One

Gibson: Our next match is between Eddie Laurel and Fallen One, folks--

Xplode: Truly exciting. Tune in next for watching paint dry!

Gibson: It could be exciting!

Xplode: Depends. Do you find having salt poured into your eyes exciting?

"Psychosis" by Poets of the Fall blasts out of the speakers, and Eddie Laurel steps out, accompanied by Jedediah King. Both men look at eachother and nod as Laurel starts to walk down the ramp. King, however, runs past the crowd, trying to hi-five some of them. The crowd remain stoic to King while jeering Laurel, who continues walking down the ramp.

Skye: Standing at six feet and one inch, weighing in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds..accompanied by Jedediah King, EDDIE LAUREL!!

Eddie climbs onto the apron and into the ring, removing his jacket and throwing it into a nearby corner, rolling up his shirt sleeves. After a few moments, King slides into the ring, standing beside Eddie. Both men take this as the cue to bow to the crowd who are continuing to jeer. The lights go off and a red spotlight focuses on the entrance stage as “Psychosis” is replaced by “Alive and Kicking” by Nonpoint. Fallen One throws the curtain aside, raising his arms and looking to the ceiling, letting loose a tremendous roar as fire explodes on either side of the entrance ramp. He looks down at the ring, glaring at Laurel as he starts to storm down the ramp.

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

The crowd jeer much louder at Fallen One as he ignores them, leaping up onto the apron and hopping into the ring. Laurel and King slide out as Fallen One paces around the ring with his arms raised, eventually walking into the upper-right corner where Laurel and King were. Laurel simply decides to walk around the ring, sliding in and standing in the bottom left corner, while King walks around the outside near Laurel. “Alive and Kicking” fades out and the referee, content with both men, points to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Fallen One simply stands in his corner, arms folded as he waits for Laurel. Laurel looks uneasily at Jed King, who waves him on. Laurel turns uneasily to Fallen One, who mockingly pretends to check his watch. Laurel slowly steps out, which is met by Fallen One who speeds out of his corner with the force of a bullet and grasping Laurel, slamming him violently into the mat with the Charge of Ambrosius! (Running STO) Laurel is left reeling from the attack as Fallen One gets to his feet, grasping Laurel and shoving him into his corner, aiming a swift elbow into his jaw, followed by a large knee into his abdomen. Laurel doubles over, allowing him to deliver his kneecap into the lower jaw of Eddie, sending him up into a standing position and simply giving Fallen One the chance to complete the onslaught with a swift clothesline. Fallen One steps back, allowing Laurel to collapse lifelessly forward into the mat to the tune of vicious jeers. He pumps his arms, urging the crowd to boo louder as he starts delivering vicious stomps into the middle of Laurels back. Jed King quickly hops onto the apron, waving his arms maniacally. His distraction does its job as Fallen One turns to Jed, swiping an arm at him. Jed hops down and Laurel shoots up, grasping Fallen One and rolling him into a School Boy pin with a handful of tights!

1…..2--

The referee notices and slaps Laurels arm, yelling at him to release the hold. Laurel lets go, raising his arms innocently as the crowd start to jeer Laurel this time.

Xplode: I love it! The crowd has to decide who they hate more!

Laurel quickly rushes over to Fallen One who is on one knee, hitting him with a swift kick to the jaw and sending him to the mat directly under the turnbuckle. Laurel grabs the large legs of Fallen One, dragging him out slightly and turning him so his body is sideways to the turnbuckle, delivering a quick Leg Drop to keep him grounded. He scrambles to his feet, climbing onto the apron and up the turnbuckle. Fallen One stirs, moving to sit up, but Laurel is quick enough to dive down, hitting him with a rough clothesline which sends Fallen One straight back down to the mat. Laurel rolls across the ring, hoisting himself up and turning to Fallen One, stretching his arms. Fallen One rolls onto his stomach, getting onto one knee, but simply allows himself to fall victim to a Shining Wizard from Laurel. Laurel hits a quick cover..

1…KICK OUT!

Laurel shoves Fallen Ones shoulders down and tries again.

1..KICK OUT!

Fallen One slips his arms under Laurel and literally throws him off, sending him across the ring. Fallen One gets to his feet quickly, but Jed King hops onto the apron, slapping Fallen Ones back. Fallen One turns around angrily, aiming another swipe at Jed who once again hops down. Laurel rushes over, slamming a forearm into the back of Fallen One and sending him reeling against the ropes. Fallen One turns around and Laurel hits another forearm. Fallen One shakes it off, grasping Laurel by the throat and shoving him away roughly. Laurel stumbles back and Fallen One charges, looking for the Charge of Ambrosius but Laurel swiftly sidesteps. Fallen One rebounds off the opposite set of ropes and Laurel hops up, looking for a Shining Wizard, but Fallen One stands still, slamming his feet into the ground and wrapping his arms awkwardly around Laurel before slamming him into the mat in what is an unorthodox Powerbomb-like maneuver. With Laurel down, Fallen One starts stomping viciously on the chest of Laurel before jumping up and slamming his right foot down brutally, causing Laurel to choke in surprised pain. Fallen One, without wasting time, hauls Laurel to his feet and whips him across the ring into the upper-right turnbuckle, charging forward and hitting a ruthless clothesline before backing out. Laurel stumbles forward, and Fallen One lifts his foot, slamming it into the head of Laurel which sends him tumbling backwards and between the ropes to the outside! Jed King quickly rushes over, but Fallen One climbs out and lunges at King who quickly dives down, crawling under the ring.

Xplode: What is that stupid bastard doing?

Gibson: Hiding. He’s pissed off Fallen One, so that would be the smartest move, wouldn’t you say?

Fallen One lifts Laurel high into the air in a Military Press before throwing him like a javelin into a nearby ring post. Laurel tumbles to the ground, his eyes glazing over as Fallen One walks over. From under the ring apron, Jed King grasps the ankle of Fallen One who, now having had enough of Kings antics, leans down and grasps the hand, pulling King with ease. Angrily, he lifts him onto his shoulders, spinning him and slamming him down violently into the ground with the F1!

Xplode: Ha! Suck on that one, chump!

Gibson: Well, Kings out, at least.

Fallen One dusts off his hands, standing up and leaving the unconsciousness Jed King on the outside. Laurel attempts to crawl away, but Fallen One jogs around the ringpost and towards the left side of the ring where Laurel is, aiming a vicious kick into his chest which sends him jolting upwards and onto his back. He lifts him up, sliding him into the ring before sliding in himself. Laurel gets onto his feet, turning around just in time for Fallen One to hit a huge clothesline which sends Laurel down to the mat. Laurel rolls around, but Fallen One still isn’t done. He grasps Laurels legs, hoping to lock in the Sharpshooter, but Laurel quickly tightens his legs around Fallen Ones right leg, turning onto his side and tripping the giant up. Fallen One tumbles to the mat, allowing Laurel to release the lock and roll over Fallen Ones back. Fallen One lifts his head, but the nimble Laurel hops to his feet before hitting a swift Enziguri kick to the side of Fallen Ones head, almost knocking him unconsciousness. Laurel rolls Fallen One onto his back, going for another pin.

1….2-KICK OUT!

Fallen One shoves Laurel off of him, and Laurel decides to spring to his feet, climbing up to the top rope of the nearby turnbuckle. Fallen One slowly gets to his feet uneasily,and Laurel takes his chance to execute the Dragonrana! The momentum from the flips in the move sends Fallen One straight down to the mat, and Laurel leans back, hooking his leg for another pin.

1…2..KICK OUT!

Fallen One locks his arms around Laurels waist, throwing him aside and breaking the pin, scrambling to his feet. Laurel does the same, but Fallen One is the quicker of the two as he darts forward, slamming his forearm angrily into the back of Laurels head and sending him into the ropes, Laurel twists around, watching in surprise as Fallen One swiftly brings his boot up, slamming it into the mouth of Laurel and sending him backflipping over the ropes and to the outside! Laurel tumbles across the outside and to the bottom of the ramp, scrambling up it and clutching his mouth.

Xplode: He better not try to run, the pussy!

Gibson: Well, King tried and look where that got him. I think Laurel had better actually SUCCEED in running away.

Fallen One climbs out the ring, slowly walking towards Laurel who is still scooting up the ramp. As soon as Fallen One reaches him, Laurel spins in a circle with a leg sweep, sending the giant off his feet and onto the ramp. The crowd boo angrily as Laurel gets away once again, vaulting over Fallen One and sliding into the ring, jumping to his feet and to the opposite end of the ring, looking over the ropes at Jed King who is still lying on the floor unconsciousness. Laurel shakes his head and turns around, noticing that Fallen One has vanished. Laurel walks back down to the opposite end of the ring, looking over the ropes to find where Fallen One has gone. He climbs out onto the apron, but Fallen One, who was ducked beneath the apron, swipes his hand above him and trips Laurel up, sending him back into the mat and now allowing the angered Fallen One to stand over Laurel, delivering a devastating volley of jabs and elbows to the chest and face of Laurel! Laurel tries desperately to roll in the ring, but Fallen One claws him back towards the apron, delivering a swift headbutt into the mouth of Laurel! Laurel rolls into the ring, clutching his mouth which is now leaking blood and allowing Fallen One to slide in. Laurel remains on the mat, but this allows Fallen One to lean over him, grabbing him by the throat with his right hand, hauling him straight off the mat before slamming him down with the Fallen Angel! (Chokeslam) Laurel hits the mat with a sickening thud, and Fallen One raises his arms, roaring angrily as the crowd jeer in reply. He goes for the pin.

1….2….KICK OUT!

Laurel somehow manages to lift a shoulder up, and Fallen One responds by bringing his elbow down into the top of Laurels chest, standing up and pulling him to his feet. Laurel is visibly groggily, almost knocked out, and this simply gives Fallen One the time to turn, run off the ropes and charge at Laurel, locking an arm around him and slamming him violently into the mat with the Charge of Ambrosius (Running STO) Laurels leg twitches as he heals the mat, and Fallen One looks down at him, placing a foot on his chest and executing another pin.

1….2…KICK OUT!

Laurel shoves Fallen Ones foot off of his body, but Fallen One simply slams it down into Laurels abdomen. Laurel twitches violently, and Fallen One turns around, noticing that Jed King has climbed onto the apron. Fallen One, surprised, walks over to King, grasping his hair and pulling him to his feet. King looks at Fallen One weakly, and the referee rushes over, telling Fallen One to release King. Fallen One responds by shoving King off of the apron, sending him down to the outside. Kings distraction worked once again as Laurel runs forward, hopping up and locking his legs around Fallen Ones neck before throwing himself backwards, driving him into the mat with a surprise Hurracanrana! Fallen One rolls across the mat, and Laurel hauls himself up using the ropes, rubbing his brow and looking down at Fallen One. Laurel walks over Fallen One, climbing onto a nearby turnbuckle and pointing down at him before standing up tall, flipping off and into the air with the Danse Russe! Fallen One, however, responds to the move by crunching his knees into his body, causing Laurel to connect gut-first with the knees of Fallen One! Laurel collapses backwards onto the mat, clutching his gut in agony as Fallen One sits up, rubbing his head and getting to his feet. He leans down, hoisting Laurel to his feet, but Laurel kicks him roughly in the right knee. Fallen One stumbles back, allowing Laurel to dart forward and nail him with a Shining Wizard, sending both men to the mat!

Gibson: Laurels still got some fight left in the tank!

Xplode: I doubt there’s much left.

Laurel claws himself to his feet, climbing up to the top rope once more in preparation for a second attempt at the Danse Russe. Fallen One is wise to his tricks, however, and lunges up to his feet, pushing the nearby top rope out as far as he can and causing Laurel to lose his footing, smashing crotch-first onto the steel supports of the turnbuckle! The crowd winces as Laurel remains there, clutching his groin in agony. Fallen One climbs up onto the second rope, grabbing Laurel by the neck and pulling him back, trying to drag him off the turnbuckle by his throat. Laurel remains defiant, grabbing the arms of Fallen One and digging his knees into the back of the turnbuckle, doing his best to avoid being thrown off. The referee rushes over, telling Fallen One to let go of Laurels throat, but Fallen One simply shoves the referee away. This momentary distraction allows Laurel to climb to the top rope and leap off, nailing a swift Dragonrana! Laurel leans back, hooking Fallen Ones leg.

1….2…KICK OUT!

Fallen One lunges up, pushing Laurel off of his body. Laurel rolls off quickly, turning to Fallen One and, once his opponents gets to his feet, rushes him and nails a Shining Wizard! Fallen One succumbs to the quick attack, hitting the mat and allowing Laurel some time to recover. Fallen One rolls out of the ring, and Laurel rushes over to the ropes, looking over the outside where Fallen One is, hands on his hips and catching his breath. Laurel, believing Fallen One to be distracted, grabs the top rope and hurls himself over it, attempting a Vaulting Body Press, but Fallen One simply catches Laurel in midflight! Laurels eyes widen in surprise, and he pounds roughly on Fallen Ones back, hoping to cause him to let go, even managing a snap jab at his left kidney, but Fallen One keeps a tight grip on Laurel, lifting him onto his shoulders. Laurel, knowing that this signifies Fallen One about to execute the F1, struggles violently, eventually managing to slide over his back and onto the ring apron. Fallen One turns around quickly, pushing Laurel forward and sending him between the ropes. Fallen One slides into the ring, but Laurel claws himself to his feet, darting at Fallen One who simply sidesteps. Laurel rebounds off the ropes, leaping up and hoping to nail a Hurracanrana, which Fallen One simply grabs ahold of, converting it into a vicious Powerbomb! He leans down, going for the pin.

1….2…KICK OUT!

Xplode: Dammit, is this match going to end yet?

Gibson: Both men seem to still have fight left in them..

Fallen One gets to his feet, looking at the referee before down at Laurel, who quickly grabs Fallen Ones right foot, getting up onto one knee and tripping him up, sending him onto his back. Laurel quickly turns around, climbing up the turnbuckle and turning around, leaping off and hoping for another Dragonrana, but this time, Fallen One is ready: On his feet, he catches Laurel in midflight, lifting him and then planting Laurel into the mat with the Jagged Edge! Fallen One then hooks the leg for the pin..

1..
2....
Three!

Skye: Your winner.. Fallen One!

Gibson: Fallen One scored another victory here tonight. I also just received word that he will face the World Champion in the main event at B2R!

Xplode: Interesting.

Fallen One is seen pacing the ring, still glaring down at Laurel as the scene fades out..

[primetime]

Backstage, the camera panned in on the scene, focusing on Team EUW, huddled in to the cafeteria backstage, the table full to the brim with all the proper feastings - a massive stuck pig, a barrel of fine mead, loaves of bread the size of dwarves and of course, golden apples like those grown by Idunn. It was a warrior's feast, and at the table sat nearly all of Team EUW. Along one side was Kirk, Tenfold, Viper and Bull - Sabora opted to stand off at the corner. A part of the goings-on in spirit, but certainly not willing to participate in the events. Where Bull had already begun at the mead before him, Tenfold and Viper were a little more reluctant to partake in the food before them. Bull was the first to speak as he eyed Kirk.

"So, not to complain about the free booze but... why the hell are we here?"

But before Kirk could speak the double doors at the back of the cafeteria burst open and in walked cross, a massive horn of mead in hand. At the sight of his teammates sitting there he boomed a hearty laugh and took a massive gulp from the make-shift cup he held. Stepping up to them he smiled at Sabora then turned round the table, addressing each of them.

"My Viking brothers, Ah'm joyed ye came!" Coming up on Roy Viper and Danny Tenfold, the two tried to slink in to their chairs, uneased by his size and strength of voice, not showing fear but certainly uncomfortable at his craziness. But when Cross stepped up he slapped them both hard on the back, laughing hard once again. "Aye, Ah even smile at the sight of the two of ye as well, Eitri and Brokk! The lot o' ye are welcome in my hall!"

Tenfold began to choke on the piece of bread in his mouth as Bull patted him on the back to try and ease it out while Viper growled and began to stand up, only to have Kirk place a hand on his shoulder and ease him back to his seat. Under his breath, Kirk muttered to Viper but loud enough so all in the room save Cross could hear.

"It's best to just let him get it out of his system, keep him happy and it'll make your jobs easier tonight..."

No sooner could Kirk finish his thought than did Cross finish rounding the table and pull Kirk straight up from his seat like a woman lifting her child. Then standing him up next to him at the front of the hall, Cross drapped an arm over the EUW's leader's shoulder, beaming fast.

"Tonight, we dine for glory, we dine for battle! Tonight, we dine in the company of Odin the All-Father, the ruler of Asgaard and watchman of all nine realms upon Yggdrasil! Tonight, we feast before our greatest war ever, against Loki's demon hordes!" To emphasize his point, Cross raised his horn and downed the rest of what was inside. Bull followed suit, gladly obliging a drink at any time, Viper sat with mild irritation, Tenfold finally finished his coughing fit and Sabora stood in the corner - silent as ever, but supportive of his new-found partner nonetheless. A team not thrown together per se, but one certainly with personal opinions, agendas and behaviors that were all solely their own.

"When we go t' battle, remember 'ow the All-Father watches close, a keen eye 'e keeps on the battles waged upon Midgaard. And if any shall perish tonight, know true that Odin sends the Valkyries t' take ye'r body t' Valhalla t' fight again! But tonight is not that night. We do not fall, we do not give in, none of us die this eve!

When our ship lands upon their shores, as their archers line their ramparts - we fight hard, we fight strong and we win. For we are Vikings! Even you two, our dwarven brothers, ye 'ave courage and skills unmatched even by the puny Englishmen. Tonight, show them what we are made of! Tonight show them the point of ye'r blade! TONIGHT! SHOW ODIN YE DESERVE ENTRANCE T' VALHALLA! TONIGHT! WE FEAST, AN' WE KILL. NOW DRINK WITH ME BROTHERS, BUT NOT T' SHORT TIME LEFT ON THIS REALM... T' VICTORY!" Cross raised the horn again, and let out a brutal yell that shook the doors of which he entered, sending staff rushing to the windows to make sure all inside were okay. Kirk mimicked the cheer at a far less serious level - a simple "Yeah!" sufficed, and Bull opted to just take another sip to show his support. The rest of the room was a mixture of dumbfounded-ness and indifference.

Finally releasing Kirk, Cross sat down at the table, digging in to the food as the others eyed him warily, completely taken aback by his nature as the scene faded.

[primetime]

Singles Match
Dante Holly vs. Warrior

Rock Gibson: Now fans, we have a match pitting the grizzled veteran Warrior against EUW’s resident superhero Dante Holly.

Xplode: Great, so we get the proud papa vs. the special kid! Hooray for that one!

Rock Gibson: Xplode! Both of these men are fine athletes that bring their all every week!

Xplode: So why aren’t they in the main event then? No answer? That’s what I fucking thought!

Things begin 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 hits the ground and emerges on his feet, one hand in front of him, and one behind his cape.

Rock Gibson: Look at this man! Even though he’s part of the Empire he still has the respect of our fans!

Xplode: Well gee; a “special” wrestler has “special fans”. No surprise there.

Rock Gibson: Did you honestly just do the Dr. Evil quote fingers on national television Xplode?

Xplode: You got a problem Rocky?

"World On Fire" by Firewind bursts through the arena now as Warrior steps out onto the ramp, full of anger and energy. He goes to each side of the ramp, taunting the crowd and eliciting even more boos from them. As he soaks them in, Warrior then bolts down the ramp. He slides into the ring and goes to the ropes, placing one foot on the bottom rope and the other on the middle rope. He flings his arms in the air, creating even more negativity from the crowd which he seems to feed upon. He hops down, going to a corner and loosening up for the match by pounding his fists together and rotating his wrists.

The two men stare each other down as the bell rings, officially signaling the start of the match. Both men walk to the center of the ring now, their eyes still locked. Finally, Dante breaks the mood by striking a Karate Kid pose, much to the delight of the fans in attendance. Warrior simply looks at him confused as Dante now jumps up and tries to do a kick, only to weakly bounce off of Warrior and onto the ground. Undeterred, Dante gets back up and bounces off the ropes now, executing a cross body block….and bouncing off of Warrior and once again landing with a thud on the mat. He looks perplexed as to what is going on, so he quickly raises a fist, immediately eliciting cheers from the fans! He screams out “FALCON PUNCH” with all his might, but Warrior quickly drills him with the Rage, planting the superhero on the canvas!

Rock Gibson: Oh come on now! Dante was trying to entertain the fans!

Xplode: Are you fucking stupid Rocky!? This is EUW! You come to kick ass, take names, and win matches! If you aren’t in it for that then get out! I never thought I’d say this about the bastard, but I back Warrior 100% here!

Warrior stomps away at Dante on the mat now before picking him back up and shooting him into the ropes before getting HUGE elevation on a back body drop! Dante arches his back in pain, but quickly raises his hand to the sky now, screaming for his powers to come forth! At this point Dante somehow nips up to his feet and begins running at full speed around the ring, executing his Super Speed maneuver! Unfortunately for Dante though, Warrior quickly stops that with a huge lariat that puts Dante straight onto the mat! His opponent stunned, Warrior quickly executes the Colorado Suplex now, trying to end the match early!

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Kickout!

Warrior grabs Dante now and once again fires him into the ropes, but as he ducks his head for another back body drop Dante is able to roll away! Warrior gets up surprised and charges, but Dante manages to take him down with an arm drag! Warrior quickly gets back up, so Dante surprises him with a second arm drag! Warrior gets to his feet again, but now Dante charges forward and hits a third arm drag, three in rapid succession! Dante jumps for joy and celebrates his accomplishments, but Warrior quickly makes it back to his feet in no time. Warrior charges now, but Dante quickly strikes his trademark superhero pose! Warrior stops dead in his tracks, more from confusion than anything else, allowing Dante to quickly roll under the ropes and out of the ring!

Rock Gibson: Smart psychology here by Dante Holly. He’s trying to get into the big man’s head!

Xplode: Rocky, did you honestly just insinuate that a guy who believes himself to be a FUCKING SUPERHERO is exercising psychology in a wrestling match!? Jesus, I knew you were stupid, but damn!

Dante quickly runs around the outside now with his arms to the side, acting like a plane flying through the sky. Inside the ring, Warrior gets on the referee’s case about the antics, but he’s helpless to intervene since Dante is doing nothing illegal. Eventually, Dante stops and rolls back into the ring, well before the referee finishes his count. Warrior charges forward and tries the Rage once again, but Dante manages to do a leap frog and avoid the move! Dante’s mouth drops open in total shock at the knowledge that he just performed a non-trademark move, so he quickly strikes his pose for the fans! Unfortunately for him, Warrior bounces off the opposite rope now and charges forward, quickly putting him down with the Dichotomy! Dante is hurting, so Warrior hits a quick pair of elbow drops and once again tries for the win.

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Shoulder up!

Warrior now gets up and into the referee’s face, claiming the count was slow. The referee tries to plead his case, but Warrior accuses him of being lenient due to being amused by Dante’s antics. He gets too wrapped up in the argument though, allowing Dante to sneak up behind him and roll him up!

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Kickout at the last possible second!

Warrior gets to his feet with a look of absolute rage on his face and charges forward, but Dante manages to counter with a flapjack! Warrior is down, so Dante strikes a muscle pose and bounces off the ropes before hitting Warrior with a Hogan-style running legdrop!

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Kickout with authority!

Rock Gibson: Dante is actually coming close to beating the former World Champion here!

Xplode: A fluke flash cradle and a move where Warrior kicks out at one? Yeah Rock, he’s SO damn close!

Once again Warrior makes it to his feet quickly, so Dante runs forward and throws a spinning leg lariat! However Warrior is able to duck out of the way and Dante quickly crashes and burns! Dante is down, so Warrior quickly strikes a mocking superhero pose, raising the ire of the crowd who shower him with boos! Dante makes it up to his feet, so Warrior charges forward and once again plants him into the mat with the Rage! His opponent seemingly at his mercy, Warrior now picks up his the much smaller Dante and hooks him up before dropping him with a big Powerbomb! Dante bounces off the mat, but that still isn’t enough for Warrior, who quickly picks him back up. He whips Dante into the ropes and executes a modified powerslam, essentially throwing Dante across the ring! Dante again bounces off the mat, so Warrior goes for the cover.

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Foot on the ropes!

Warrior again yells at the referee about the count, but Dante clearly got his foot on the ropes in time. Warrior seemingly shrugs it off and picks up the superhero now before whipping him into the ropes and planting him with a sniff spinebuster! With Dante down, Warrior leaves his element and heads up top! The big man amazes the crowd now as he snaps off a perfect Moonsault, driving his entire 265 pound frame into Dante Holly! Warrior considers the result a foregone conclusion, so he casually stands up and places one foot on Dante’s chest, ordering the referee to count the fall.

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2…

Shoulder up at the last second!

The crowd EXPLODES as Dante manages to roll his shoulder, the superhero not having been defeated just yet! Warrior’s eyes get wide with Rage as he again screams at the referee, but Dante clearly got the shoulder up in time. Warrior grabs Dante and tries another Powerbomb, but Dante hits him with a punch to the midsection! The blow stuns Warrior, so Dante quickly fires off two more rapid punches before executing a discus punch, completing his trademark three punch combo! Warrior is off balance, so Dante now bounces off the ropes and hits that spinning leg lariat he tried for earlier! Warrior is groggy as he gets to one knee, so Dante bounces off the ropes and is able to land the Marvel Kick!!!

Rock Gibson: Oh my God! Dante is going to do it! Dante Holly is going to take down Warrior!

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Kickout!

Xplode: And back to reality we go!

Dante looks somewhat dejected that his move didn’t get the win, but he quickly strikes his pose once again to summon more power, generating another hearty round of laughter from the EUW fans. He waits for Warrior to get up now and runs forward for a clothesline…but doesn’t budge Warrior. Warrior simply looks down at him, sneers, and plants him with a stiff short lariat! Warrior laughs now as he grabs hold of Dante’s legs, seemingly ready to end it with the War Cry! However, Dante quickly starts fighting with all he can muster, eventually crawling towards the ropes and preventing the hold from being applied! Warrior tries to pull Dante away, but Dante manages a quick kick to the face! Warrior turns away stunned, so Dante raises his fist and yells “FALCON PUNCH” with all his zeal before throwing the punch and connecting!! Warrior actually goes down, so Dante covers!

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Kickout!

Dante quickly bounces back up to his feet now and readies himself, seemingly ready to get that elusive victory! Warrior gets to his knees fairly quickly, so Dante runs forward and tries the Marvel Kick! Warrior manages to roll away though, resulting in Dante landing hard on the canvas. Dante is stunned, so Warrior grabs a waist lock from behind and plants Dante into the mat with a dead lift German Suplex!

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Kickout!

Warrior again complains about the count, which allows Dante the chance to roll to a neutral corner and use the ropes to pull himself up. Seeing his chance, Warrior charges for a body splash, but Dante manages to roll away! Warrior strikes the turnbuckles hard, resulting in him collapsing to his knees in pain. Seeing his chance, Dante now yells out as loud as he can, seemingly drawing all of his superpowers into his being!

Rock Gibson: He’s going for the ultimate move! He’s going for the DC Driver!

Xplode: If this little handicapped kid beats a former World Champ, then I am quitting on the spot!

Rock Gibson: COME ON DANTE!!!! YOU MUST WIN!!!!

Xplode: Fucking asshole…

Dante finishes summoning his powers now and grabs Warrior, setting him into position! He bends his knees and…

Warrior smiles!

Dante has no time to react as he realizes that Warrior has been playing possum all along! Slapping Dante’s hands away, Warrior drives his forearm into the masked man. Dante swings a wild clothesline in response but Warrior ducks underneath the arm! Coming up behind Dante, Warrior locks in his finisher.. The War Cry!

Dante squeals instantly, flailing his arms! Warrior keeps the hold locked in as he brings Dante down and into a further position for submission. Dante fights it as long as he can, until the lights suddenly go out. Both arms go limp and Warrior lets him go.. Dropping the lifeless body to the mat with a thud.

Skye: Your winner.. Warrior!

Warrior’s theme song begins to play as he raises a fist in victory. The crowd boos loudly at the 2 time champion but he does not seem to mind one bit.

Gibson: Warrior is now on a winning streak. What a finish there.

Xplode: I know that man well. All he needs is one and he will roll with it from there. Expect big things out of him.

Gibson: We will return after these messages and then it is main event time!

Warrior exit’s the ring, only to turn around and watch Dante Holly still lay unconscious. The feed fades out..

[primetime]

The crowd cheers as Warrior is seen entering the backstage area. Standing just to the side is Mark Rivera. With a smile, he approaches Warrior and places a hand on his wet shoulder. Warrior glances at the hand and then to Rivera. He is not amused.

Warrior: Remove the hand.. Or I will.

Rivera: Look, we don’t need to be enemies do we?

Warrior: Kennedy already tried this. Fuck off.

Warrior tries to walk away until Rivera begins to speak again.

Rivera: At the Back 2 Roots, I am going to make you a happy man.

Warrior: No thanks. I am not into men.

Rivera: No, but you are into men who carry gold belts. How does the Pure Title sound?

Turning around to face Rivera, Warrior wipes the sweat off of his brow.

Warrior: It sounds good. I still am not joining your gang.

Rivera: Consider it done then… and I run no gangs. I run companies. Remember that.

With a short laugh, Warrior walks away and heads out of view as Rivera stares off to the side..

[primetime]

Gibson: “And now wrestling fans we’re gonna take you backstage here at Sunday Night Vengeance, with the lovely Sarah Thompson!”

The feed cuts backstage where we find Sarah Thompson standing in front of a generic EUW SNV logo.

Sarah: “Thanks Rock. Now as you can see, I was just hanging out backstage here on Sunday Night Vengeance, as you do when you’re a leading reporter for the premier wrestling company in the US, and look who I bumped into!”

In from the right walks the EUW Pure Champion, Jack Bull, to be greeted by a huge pop from the fans. Jack is geared up ready for his match, with the Pure title slung over his right shoulder.

Sarah: “So I thought it would be kinda cool if we took a few mome…”

Jack reaches out and covers the mic with his hand. He stares at Thompson and slowly shakes his head, before wrapping his hand around the mic and gently plucking it from her grasp. Staring straight down the camera now, he raises the mic up to his lips, the noise level in the arena gradually surging as they wait for inevitable…
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Jack: “WAAZZUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPP!!”

The crowd roars once more, as Jack hands the mic back over to Thompson.

Sarah: “As I was saying, I though it’d be cool if we took a few moments just to speak with the Pure Champion Jack Bull ahead of the big main event tonight. So Jack, with one of the biggest matches of the year just on the horizon, how are you feeling? What’s going through your mind right now?”

Jack looks Sarah up and down first, accompanied by a few wolf whistles from the crowd.

Jack: “Well first off, I’m wondering when the swim wear edition comes out?”

The crowd cheer the suggestion.

Jack: “But most all, Jack Bull is thinking what an exciting night we have lined up tonight. The EUW versus the Empire, live on Sunday Night Vengeance, FROM PORTLAND, OREGON!”

The crowd respond loudly with the cheap pop.

Jack: “And tonight Sarah it’s a very exciting time. Five of the best from the EUW, against five of the best from the Empire. Big match Sarah, high stakes match. Everything to play for, on the line, in that very ring out there in the arena. And Jack Bull is pumped Sarah. Just like all of Team EUW is pumped, ready AND WAITING TO KICK SOME DAMN ASS!!”

The crowd cheer once more, as we’re treated to a panning shot of them on their feet.

Sarah: “Now you said something interesting there about it all being on the line. Of course I’d remind the fans watching at home that the winning team of the main event gets to chose the referees for the upcoming Back 2 Roots PPV, live from Tokyo, Japan!”

“So with that at stake Jack and with the likely hood of you having to defend your title at Back 2 Roots, I have to ask you, can Team EUW win this match against what is without doubt an impressive line up of stars on Team Empire?”

Jack pauses to lick his lips before answering.

Jack: “You know Sarah, you talk about Team Empire like they’ve got this in the bag, like Team EUW is gonna struggle just to keep it close. Well let me tell you a little something right now. Team EUW has the World Champion. We got the Pure Champion. We got a crazy ass Viking. And we got two of the hottest rookies to ever step in an EUW ring. So far from asking if we can handle them, you should be asking whether they can handle us!”

Sarah: “Ok, can Team Empire handle Team… Jack what are you doing?”

Jack reaches off screen to the side and grabs what appears to be a red bottle of Kool aid. He goes to take a sip, but recoils in disgust from the smell.

Sarah: “Jack, what is that?”

He offers her a sniff, but she too recoils from the smell.

Jack: “I just wanted a quick drink to hold back the thirst. But they gave me this crap!”

Sarah: “What the hell is that?”

He holds up the bottle to read the label, then a smile crosses his face as he looks down the lens of the camera.

Jack: “Stupid assholes, turns out they gave me some of the Empires Kool-aid to drink. They like to call it Stool aid…”

Bull turns the bottle around so the camera can see the fake label marked ‘Stool Aid, endorsed by Mark Rivera and the Empire’.

Jack: “… ‘cos just like the Empire, it’s full of shit!!”

The crowd give another huge cheer as Jack tosses the bottle off screen.

Jack: “Now the question is Sarah, can Team Empire handle Team EUW,”

Sarah: “I know, that’s what I was trying to ask you bef…”

Jack: “And the answer is no Sarah! Team Empire cant handle the truth, they can’t handle the facts, hell, they can’t even handle sporks without supervision! And they, definitely, definitely, can’t handle Team EUW. See let me break it down for ya Sarah,”

“We’ll start with Chance Fusion. And the immediate question that comes to everyone’s lips when you mention his name is; who? Who the hell is Chance Fusion? You know Chance Fusion should hook up with that guy from the Apollo 11 mission, the one who stayed in the command module. What was his name again?”

Sarah: “… uhm…”

Jack: “Exactly! Nobody knows. Nobody remembers him. Because nobody cares, Sarah. He’s just a forgotten footnote in history. The guy that went with those other guys and stayed in the orbiter while the other guys landed on the moon and did all that cool shit. Him. So maybe Chance Fusion should give Michael Collins a ring and organize a party; for the people that almost mattered but just didn’t quite cut it,”

“Then we got Scorpion. The guy that almost won the Pure title but couldn’t cut it. The guy that set his own arm on fire but still didn’t have what it took to beat yours truly, Jack Bull, the Pure Champion of the EUW. The guy that thinks Jesus is gonna come down from some cloud somewhere and rub all his wounds better. The guy who’s all yap and no sting. Well listen up Scorpion. All I gotta say to you is this,”

Bull puts one hand over his mouth like a mask, and holds out his other arm to the camera, palm up, and beckons with his fingers.

Jack: “Get over here!”

Those in the crowd who get it let out a big cheer. Guess you have to be of a certain age.

Jack: “And then we got TITAN. The guy with the mental age of a three year old, who insists on writing his name all in capitals using crayons. Well let me share a little something with you Sarah. Did you know that the Titanic took 2 hours and 40 minutes to sink?”

Sarah: “Uhm…”

Jack: “Well it did, and that’s a f… ”

Bull turns to look up at the camera again, smiling, with some of the fans cheering away in the background. He wags his finger at the camera.

Jack: “Not yet! But it did Sarah. It took nearly three hours to sink that Titan Sarah, nearly three hours! But tonight, right here on Sunday Night Vengeance, this Titan’s gonna be sunk in less than three minutes!”

Again the crowd are on their feet, giving up a huge pop.

Jack: “But wait Sarah. Do you hear that?”

Sarah: “What?”

Suddenly the lights dim down a little in the studio and a ripped off version of the Titanic soundtrack begins to play. Jack drops the Pure title for a moment and grabs Thompson, standing behind her and holding her arms out. Some of the crowd start cheering and letting off wolf whistles.

Sarah: “What are you doing?”

Jack: “Don’t you feel like your flying Sarah?”

Sarah: “Uh, not really,”

Jack: “Just read the line,”

Thompson peers off at something off screen, then reads aloud in her worst acting performance.

Sarah: “I’m flying Jack!”

The music grows louder and more dramatic.

Jack: (singing) “Come Josephine, my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes…”

Sarah: “Jack there’s something in your pocket digging into my back,”

Bull smiles coyly at the camera as the number of cheers and whoops rises.

Sarah: “Wait, you don’t have any pockets…”

Jack: “ICEBERG, DEAD AHEAD,”

Bull flings Thompson to one side, as the music cuts and the lights come back on. He reaches down to pick up the Pure title, slinging it over his shoulder once more.

Jack: (nodding in the general direction of her breasts) “Look on the bright side Sarah, at least you wont need a life jacket honey,”

Again the crowd raises the roof with cheers and whistles.

Jack: “Now. Moving on we still got two pieces of crap left to pluck out of the gutter and inspect. The first is my old friend Kid Luck. Kid, don’t tell me you haven’t learned your lesson yet? Was it not enough that I whupped your ass at Scars and Stripes? Was it not enough that I whupped your ass in the Pure Title tournament at Prestige? Was it not enough that me and Chuck Johnson, THE DRUNK ASS MEN!”

The fans take the bait for another big pop.

Jack: “Was it not enough that the Drunk Ass Men whupped your ass on an episode of Sunday Night Vengeance? You never learn Luck. You just keep coming back. Time and again Luck. It’s like bowling. You set the pins up with your ass and then I knock the damn things down again! You’re persistent Luck, I’ll give you that much. But you’re also crazy if you think anything’s changed,”

“Your crazy if you think you can keep spinning that roulette wheel of yours and hoping you’ll hit number 37 Luck. Just like your hopes of finally beating me Luck, 37 isn’t even on the board. So keep rolling the dice Luck. Keeping dealing those hands. Keep hoping and praying that one day you’ll strike it rich. But until then Luck, know that every time you buy a ticket for the Jack Bull lottery, the only prize you’ll ever win is the ass kicking Jackpot!!”

The crowd cheer once more in support of the Pure Champion.

Jack: “And finally, finally we come to Jace Ambrose. The biggest loud mouth poser of the bunch. Supposedly the fastest rising star in the EUW right now. Supposedly the hottest prospect the EUW has seen since Jack Bull first took to the ring. And some people are even saying it, some douche bags are even suggesting it, that you may even be a future contender for the Pure title Jace?”

“Well I sat down the other day Jace, and I tried to put into words just what you mean to Jack Bull. I tried to sit down and find the right words to tell you just what Jack Bull thinks of your over inflated ego, your over rated talent, and just your general level of ball sucking ineptitude. In the end, I came up with this little song. Here Sarah, hold this…”

Bull flings the Pure title to Thompson and then stands bolt upright to attention, with his right hand placed across his chest as if listening to/singing a national anthem.

Jack: (to the tune of ‘Amazing Grace’)

“Ama-zing Jace,
How sweet, the sound,
Of you bouncing off the can-vas,”

(cheers from the crowd)

“I once, was lost,
But now, I’mthePureChampion,
And I’m going, TO BULLS-EYE YOUR ASS!!!”

The crowd explode in cheers as Bull stares down the camera with anger and intent, his nostrils flaring violently. Thompson reaches out and tentatively places the Pure title back on Bulls shoulder.

Sarah: “So Jack, I think it’s fair to say that there’s no love lost between the two sides tonight and that we’re set to witness the most electrifying main event in wrestling history!”

Bull looks at Thompson suddenly with a frown, then back at the camera, looking puzzled as he mouths the words ‘most electrifying main event’.

Jack: “Excuse me, say what?”

Sarah: “Uh. The most, the most electrifying main event in wrestling history?”

Jack: “… What the hell are you talking about? Who talks like that? The most ‘Electrifying’ main event? What is everyone gonna go up in a big ball of sparks and flames? Let me set the record straight for you Sarah,”

“Tonight, Team EUW is gonna walk all up and down on Team Empire’s ass, like a hooker working up and down the red light district. Chance Fusion, The Scorpion, Mr. Luck, Titan and Jace Ambrose are gonna get lit up like a house of matchsticks when the fireball that is Team EUW comes rolling into the ring,”

“Roy Viper. Danny Tenfold. Brett Cross. The EUW World champion Chris Sabora. And Jack Bull. The Pure Champion. The worlds leading distributor, of ass kicking. The dream team is ready to go, ready to head out there and win the match on behalf of all the fans of the EUW. READY TO KICK SOME EMPIRE ASS!!”

“AND THAT’S A FACT!! (With the fans) ASSHOLES!!”

The fans lift the roof off again with their biggest cheer of the night so far, as Bull walks out of shot to the right.

Sarah: “Ladies and gentlemen, Jack Bull!! Now it’s Back to Rock and Xplode!”

[primetime]

Main Event - Brand War
Survivor Elimination Tag Match
EUW vs The Empire
# EUW: Jack Bull, Chris Sabora, Roy Viper, Danny Tenfold, Brett Cross
# Empire: Jace Ambrose, Scorpion, TITAN, Chance Fusion, Mister Luck

Gibson: Now we get into the main event of the evening. This match has been the most eagerly awaited event in the last 9 months! I have to say, I am honored to even be sitting here announcing it!

Xplode: Is that what you call it?

Gibson: Yes! Wouldn’t you say the same thing?

Xplode: I meant your announcing. I would refer to it more as… floundering.

Gibson: Last week, the EUW finally struck back as Kirk Kennedy raised the bar.. Challenging the Empire to a winner takes all survivor series match! Even more importantly, the team that wins this match will have sole possession of all advertising rights. You could say, the winner of this match gets control of the company.

Xplode: I will admit, it’s hard to sit here and not be a part of this. If you ask me though, it is going to come down to EUW World Champion, Chris Sabora and Brett Cross. They need to just be calm, focus on what they do best, and take apart the Empire one by one. Add in EUW Pure Champion Jack Bull, Danny Tenfold and Roy Viper and things start to look interesting.

Gibson: Let’s not forget what the Empire brings to the table here. TITAN is back and that easily flips things around a bit. His prowess changes the landscape, and let’s not leave out his Empire band mates. Jace Ambrose has been red hot as of late, followed by a unstoppable Mister Luck. Hell, between Scorpion and former EUW Pure Champion Chance Fusion, it’s hard to not assume they will walk away with the win here! Let’s get set for what is sure to be a absolute slobber knocker in just a few moments..

The feed shifts to ringside where Skye is standing in center ring. She is now wearing a tight fitted shirt with the logo of the “EUW” plastered upon it. Bringing the microphone to her lips, she smiles.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event! Coming to the ring first… Team Empire!

The crowd begins to boo instantly!

Skye: Stepping out first, he is Scorpion!

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

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

Skye: Next.. Chance Fusion!!

The opening chords of "Before the Storm" by Firewind echo throughout the arena as black lights and dark red lights flicker through the arena. The first riffs of the song hit as Chance ominously steps out onto the stage with the Pure Championship fastened around his waist, ignoring the crowd entirely. Amy follows close behind, smirking at the audience at the mere presence of her husband. Chance makes his way down the ramp, finally reaching the ring and leaping straight to the apron from the floor. Chance steps through the ropes before glancing out at the crowd for a moment. He then looks to Amy, as he removes his championship and passes it down to his wife. He quickly puts his focus back on the match at hand then, readying himself for his opponent and waiting for the match to begin.

Skye: Jace.. AMBROSE!

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

Skye: One half of the EUW Tag Team Champions.. Mister Luck!

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

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

Skye: Last but not least, the team leader…. TITAN!

The arena lights dim down.

The camera feed shifts to the entrance area. The lights dim out shortly as "Burrito" by Seether begins to play. Immediately, the fans begin to boo loudly, some even going as far as to toss debris unto the stage. Stepping into view now, TITAN and his manager Terry Jones stop just short of the rampway.

Terry smiles proudly as TITAN places his gloved hands upon his hips, offering a sullen stare into the sea of fans around him. A few pieces of trash slam against his large frame, causing him to growl suddenly, his arms out stretched. His attention then changes to the ring now, as he slowly walks down the rampway, Terry Jones following close behind.

Climbing the metal steps, TITAN stops to look over his shoulder. The arena lights directly above him change to a red hue as he stares into the camera feed. Satisfied, he lifts one leg over the top ropes and easily enters the ring. Skye finds herself backing out of the way, intimidated by TITAN as he circles the ring in anticipation of his match. His music begins to fade out now, as TITAN is seen yanking on the ring ropes in preparation for the bell to be rung.

The Empire walks about in the ring as the fans boo loudly. TITAN pulls upon the top rope a few times before staring back intensely at his Empire teammates. He seems slightly alienated from the pack. After a bit of talk, Scorpion is the last one in the ring as the rest of the team steps just outside.

Skye: And now.. Their opponents. They represent TEAM EUW!!!

The crowd stands up now in a frenzy, cheering and supporting team EUW!

Gibson: Listen to this crowd, they are really behind EUW here. It’s easy to see who has the home field advantage.

Skye: Coming to the ring first, Danny Tenfold!

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

Skye: Next.. Roy The Cobra Viper!

Sara walks down to the ring holding a small rubber mallet. As she enters the ring she waves her right hand to the curtain as “The good life” by Three Days Grace starts and as the drums crash in Roy walks out onto the stage, nothing fancy. As he makes it to the ramp he spreads his arms to his fullest wingspan while using his hands to frame his face as if saying "look at me i'm this good", as pyro drapes the titanton and stage. Roy holds the pose for a few seconds before throwing his hands in front of him and heading down the ramp at a leisurely pace. After shaking a few fans hands, or ignoring the fans depending on current character, Roy runs to the ring and slides in before walking to the corner and mounts the ropes before laying down across the corner waiting for his target to enter.

Skye: Brett Cross!!

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

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

Skye: The EUW Pure Champion.. JACK BULL!!

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

Skye: And the EUW Champion of the World! Chris The Machine Sabora!!!!

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

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

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

The fans cheer so loud that the arena shakes. Standing in the center of the ring, Chris Sabora glares in the direction of the Empire, the EUW World Title sparkling under the arena roof lights. Handing the strap to the referee, he heads to his corner where team EUW waits. There is a bit of discussion before Roy Viper is elected to start off for his team. The crowd cheers.. Scorpion remains still, staring at Viper… Viper is seen stretching..

Gibson: This is it! The match you all have waited to see, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

The bell rings. Viper launches out of his corner literally on FIRE! Unleashing hellish lefts and rights, he pummels Scorpion into the Empire corner! With a hard knee, he drives Scorpion into the corner, leaving him draped backwards over the turnbuckle pad! Viper than backs up, using the space to gain a running start! Just as he is about to hit Scorpion with a stiff elbow, TITAN reaches out and decks Viper in the face from just over the ropes! Viper stumbles backward in surprised agony, only to have Scorpion rebound and grab him around the waist.

Leaning back, Scorpion pulls off a text book backdrop. Viper crashes hard to the mat, only to turn over and try to rebound quickly. Scorpion follows the attack with hard kicks to the rib cage and spine area. Then, after hitting a knee drop, he backs up.. Yanking on his jet black hair! His facial features twist into a grotesque state as he gains a running start towards Viper! Landing a hard kick to the chin, Scorpion smirks now as Viper rolls over unto his back, his mind frame out of it. Grabbing a ankle, Scorpion drags Viper to his corner, tagging in what looks to be Chance Fusion. The crowd responds with negativity.

Gibson: The Empire seems to be in control thus far. Scorpion, with his stiff kicks, has broken down Roy Viper quickly. Now, we see Chance Fusion.

Stepping into the ring, Fusion looks very fit as he stretches his large biceps. He then grabs Viper by the arm, twisting around into a standing arm bar situation. With one hand raised, he accepts Mister Luck’s grasp for better footing, applying the pain after. Viper screams in pain as this happens. Not allowing this to continue, Danny Tenfold tries to step in the ring only to have the ref usher him away. Behind the referee’s back, Jace Ambrose steps into the ring and lands a leg drop on the abdominal area of Roy Viper! Chance holds on to the submission until the referee turns back around, and then drags Viper to the center of the ring. Picking up Viper, he hooks the arm and falls backward with a suplex! Fusion then rolls the both of them over once more, nailing a double underhook DDT! He then hooks the leg for the pin!

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Viper kicks out!

Xplode: Good one, Viper. You need to turn this around.. NOW!

Chance smiles, knowing he has this firmly under his control. Picking up Viper once again, he places a leg over Viper’s head, and plants him into the ground with a leg-face buster. At ringside, the fans cheer now as Brett Cross points in Fusion’s direction. He begins to slap the turnbuckle padding as he begs to be tapped in. Fusion smiles as he rises to his feet, pointing at himself and then to Brett, before flipping him off!

Picking up Viper once more, Fusion uses an Irish Whip, sending Viper across the ring. Bouncing off the ropes, Viper somehow manages to stop and drop kick Chance Fusion to the mat! Fusion rebounds easily, but not in time! Roy Viper, in a amazing display of agility, dives across the ring and smacks the large hand of Brett Cross! The crowd cheers now as Cross steps into the ring. He glares down at Fusion, his long hair dangling in front of his dark eyes.

Raising his hands in mock protest, Chance Fusion backs up shaking his head. Cross stalks him to the fans pleasure, backing him into a corner. Fusion looks behind him, and then suddenly shifts gears by punching Cross straight in the jaw. Cross only arches his head in return, his progression hardly stopped. Fusion pulls back his fist for one more shot only to be gripped around the neck by Brett Cross! Cross leans into Fusion’s face, his teeth gritting menacingly! Behind Cross, Ambrose comes to the rescue by kicking Cross in the back of the leg!

Gibson: WHAT?! COME ON!

Cross turns around, letting go of Fusion in the process. He stares at Jace Ambrose who slowly backs away. Fusion uses the opportunity and leaps into the air, sitting in Cross’s shoulders and applying a sleeper hold! Jace Ambrose runs to the ropes and spears Cross to the mat after, bringing Fusion and Cross down to the mat! Fusion does not let go of the sleeper hold though. Satisfied with his actions, Ambrose turns to head to his corner when Jack Bull is suddenly on him! With stiff shits, he sends Ambrose groggily stepping backwards, his arms flailing about in a helicopter motion! With one huge punch, Bull sends Ambrose up and over the top rope and to ringside. The fans cheer loudly for Bull as he heads back to his respective corner!

Still on the mat, Fusion holds on to the sleeper hold tightly. Cross’s facial features begin to turn a shade of red as Fusion applies the pressure. The crowd begins to cheer loudly as Cross slowly grows more and more limp. Finally, the referee rushes over and lifts his arm.. It drops to the mat lifelessly.

The ref lifts the arm one more time… and it drops one more time.

The ref lifts the arm for the third and final time.. And Cross manages to hold it up in the air! Cross readjusts his arm, snaking it under Cross’s neck even tighter but Cross still manages to turn over. Up to his knees now, Cross looks down at the mat, Fusion riding him like a horse. Standing up to full height, Cross still has Fusion on his back as he lets his body fall backwards, slamming into a turnbuckle post! Fusion finally releases his grip as Danny Tenfold slaps Cross’s outstretched hand! Leaping to the top rope, he launches into the air with a spinning head scissors take down! Fusion is sent tumbling to the mat hard! Tenfold glances around the ring, before he rushes to the turnbuckle one more time! With both hands raised, he shoots into the air into a flip.. Nailing the Killswitch Tengage! The crowd cheers loudly now as Tenfold hooks the leg for the pin!

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Three!

Gibson: TENFOLD DID IT! HE ELIMINATED FUSION!

Xplode: The Empire has lost one in battle now. They are going to have to rebound quickly if they have any hope of winning this.

Surprised at his own good fortune, Tenfold sits back up to his knees as the crowd cheers. He stands up, only to be LAID OUT by TITAN!

Gibson: HOLY SHIT!

Coming in hard and fast, TITAN pummels Danny Tenfold who does his best just to raise his arms in defense! Picking up the smaller man with one iron grip, TITAN hucks Tenfold unto his large shoulder before planting him into the mat with an inverted shoulder driver. TITAN then mounts Tenfold and sends his forehead into the cheek bone of Tenfold, busting him wide open! With stiff punches and elbows, TITAN continues the assault, his focus seemingly on killing Danny Tenfold!

The ref can only watch on in horror as TITAN tees off, bringing elbow after elbow down upon Tenfold. Finally, a hard shot is seen as Tenfold’s arms grow limp and fall to the mat, no longer attempting to mount any type of defense. TITAN stands up now, and plants one foot down upon Tenfold in a lazy pin attempt.

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TITAN is kicked in the jaw hard, breaking up the pin!

Turning to face his attacker, TITAN’s eyes grow huge as he sees Chris Sabora staring at him at ready! The crowd cheers loudly now as TITAN smiles. Growling, he raises both arms and challenges Sabora. Sabora does not hesitate to react as both men collide into one another. Sabora gains the upper hand quickly, sliding behind TITAN and gripping him around the waist! TITAN elbows Sabora away just in time, driving the EUW World Champion backwards.

Across the ring, Roy Viper slides into the ring and drags Tenfold to their corner by the foot. Tagging himself in, Roy helps Tenfold out of the ring only to have Sabora come barreling into his back and fall to the mat below. Viper shakes off the attack, before turning to face TITAN. At Viper’s feet, Sabora glances up at Viper before rising to his feet as well. Both men look at one another as Sabora pats him on the shoulder. TITAN decides to attack the both of them with a huge spear attempt, he sends both Viper and Sabora into their corner due to the impact. Sabora is the first to fight it off, driving his elbow into TITAN’s jaw. TITAN returns the attack by grabbing Sabora around the neck! TITAN then grabs Viper around the neck in the same way.

Gibson: Oh wow. TITAN is going to choke slam both Roy Viper and Chris Sabora at once?!

Looking in Viper’s direction with a smile, Chris slaps TITAN’s hands away and twists his body! Roy Viper does the same and both men nail a Maximum Overdrive AT THE SAME TIME on TITAN!!! TITAN crashes to the mat hard, face first, as Viper and Sabora roll away! The crowd cheers loudly as The entire Empire team enters the ring in a frenzy! Jace Ambrose attacks Chris Sabora as both men duke it out! Sabora’s shots bounce off of the face protector that Ambrose is wearing until a visible crack is seen upon the hard plastic! Mister Luck attacks Roy Viper until Brett Cross and Jack Bull enter the ring to back him up. All hell is breaking loose in the ring and the referee can hardly contain it!

Gibson: I knew this would happen!

Xplode: Wait.. Look over there.

Doing his absolute best to drag the big man, Scorpion grunts as he pulls TITAN to the Empire corner. He tags himself in by slapping TITAN’s shoulder! Stalking the pack of men, he comes up behind Roy Viper at just the right time, grapping Viper and bringing him to an adjacent rope. Climbing to the top rope with Viper in tow, Scorpion launches off and nails the Revelation! The crowd gasps as Scorpion hooks the leg for the pin. The men in the ring hardly notice as Scorpion waits..

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Three!

Gibson: Viper has been eliminated! Wow.. Scorpion was smart for that. He used the chaos to his advantage and eliminated a member of the EUW!

Xplode: Haha! Look at TITAN in the corner. The dude is just starting to wake up, I think he even has his thumb in his mouth!

Looking around the ring, TITAN looks confused as the referee finally gains control of the match. He is ushered out of the ring as well as Scorpion sits in the corner, his hair covering his face. Jack Bull enters the ring now for team EUW, his face anxious to get started. He rushes Scorpion and begins to stomp the man. Scorpion seems to revel in this pain as Bull sends his boot into the rib cage of the man repeatedly! Picking up Scorpion now, Bull nails a text book body slam and then another, each time getting the fans behind him more and more!

Scorpion rises to his feet with a smile. He points to his neck where a large scar is somewhat visible! Bull sees this and laughs, charging Scorpion hard and kicking him in the gut. Scorpion tries to respond this time by grabbing Bull around the shoulder area and restraining him in the process! In a show of pure power, Bull literally powers out of the restraint, hooking an arm and nailing the Bullseye on Scorpion! Scorpion seems stunned now as Jack Bull slides on top of him and hooks the leg for the pin!

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Bull sits up and elbows Scorpion hard before hooking the leg one more time!

Three!

Gibson: WOW! What a power display by the EUW Pure Champion here! Jack Bull dismantled Scorpion without a care! He is in top shape tonight!

Xplode: That’s two Empire members gone.

Rising up off of Scorpion, Jack Bull approaches the Empire corner and points at Jace Ambrose who seems shocked by the gesture! Bull is so focused that he does not see Scorpion approach him from behind and grab him quickly! Bringing Bull down into an inverted DDT position, Scorpion nails the maneuver and sits up smiling. He then rolls over and slides out of the ring, his eyes looking void of any emotion!

Xplode: What the fuck was that?! Damn psycho!

Jace Ambrose laughs at the irony as he steps through the ropes and becomes the legal man. He gingerly walks over to Jack Bull and glares down at him. A large crack is seen on Ambrose’s mask from Sabora’s strike earlier. Picking up Bull, Ambrose hooks an arm and lifts the Pure Champion into the air.. One handed! He then twists and nails a brain buster, causing the mat to shake violently! Ambrose covers for the pin quickly..

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Jack Bull kicks out quickly.

Driving an elbow into Bull’s jaw, Ambrose rolls away and looks to the fans who are booing him loudly. Jack Bull is not down for long as he shakes off the damage and rises to his feet yet again. Ambrose grabs Bull and brings him in. Bull snaps to alert though and raises a fist to strike Ambrose! Ambrose releases Bull immediately, backing away and shielding his face! He seems terrified that Bull would do any further damage to his face!

Xplode: Fuck that. Jackie.. Break that pretty boy’s grill!

Jack Bull seems to hear Xplode as he glances in the announcer’s direction and smiles. He then approaches Ambrose, talking smack and waving his hands. Ambrose backs up until his back hit’s the turnbuckle. Running out of room, he suddenly lashes out with a gouge to the eyes, temporarily blinding the Pure Champion! Ambrose then shifts to the back of Jack Bull and sends Bull face first into the turnbuckle pad! He catches Bull on the rebound, bringing him down into the Amazing DDT, but not before stopping to salute the crowd!

Ambrose drives Bull face first into the mat and sits up laughing. He turns over and starts to mock Jack Bull, creating fake horns on his head with his fingers. Jack Bull shakes his head as he rises to his feet, only to catch the sight of this just in time! This infuriates Bull as he pounds the mat and rises to his feet! Ambrose, still playing to the fans, turns around only to find himself face first with Jack Bull! Jack punches Ambrose hard in the face mask.. And then again.. Only to follow it up with a spine buster! Jack Bull gets back to his feet, bringing Ambrose with him. An Irish Whip later and Ambrose is sent to the ropes, only to be sidewalk slammed to the mat yet again! Jack Bull is on fire!

Gibson: Look at the Pure Champion go! He seems unstoppable out there!

Jack Bull pounds on Ambrose some more on the mat before rising up once more. Picking Ambrose up, he scoops up Ambrose but loses his grip as Ambrose counters. Ambrose lands back on his feet behind Bull, only to nail a reverse face buster on Jack Bull! Jack Bull, a power house of a man, plants his hands down to get up yet again! Ambrose is quicker to recover though as he grabs the head of Jack Bull and bring him to his feet! It is Ambrose who performs the Irish Whip this time, sending Bull to the ropes hard! Bull flings to the ropes… only to be caught in the spine by a knee from Mister Luck! Bull grimaces as he holds his spine, still bouncing off the ropes and returning to center ring!

Ambrose follows the interference from ringside by hitting a clothesline from hell on Jack Bull! Jack nearly has his head taken off as he bounces off of the mat! Ambrose picks up Bull and lifts the Pure Champion with a stalling suplex, only to bring Bull back to the mat yet again! He then looks to the turnbuckle and heads in that direction.

Climbing the turnbuckle, Ambrose signals for the J-Drop when a bruised and bloodied Danny Tenfold enters the ring! He punches Ambrose in the gut causing Ambrose to lose his grip and slump on the turnbuckle. TITAN enters the ring to the defense, grabbing a surprised Tenfold by the head and literally throwing Tenfold over the top rope and out of the ring! With a huge smile, he picks up Ambrose off of the turnbuckle in a display of power and flings Ambrose into the air! Ambrose is able to use the momentum, landing the J-Bomb on to Jack Bull! As TITAN leaves the ring, Ambrose covers for the pin!

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Chris Sabora hops over the top rope to break up the pin but it is too late!
Three!

Gibson: Jack Bull is out! OH WOW! BULL IS OUT!

Xplode: I can’t believe this shit…

Chris Sabora, still in the ring, becomes the legal man as Jace Ambrose rises up off of Jack Bull. Sabora can only watch in dismay as Jack Bull rolls out of the ring in disgust. Ambrose smiles, playing ot the fans some more. He then points in Sabora’s direction and gestures for a World Championship around his waist. The two men approach one another as the fans cheer loudly! Finally, Jack locks up with Sabora as a battle of strength ensues!

Ambrose is the first to gain control as he drives Sabora backwards. He then follows it up with a kick to the gut, doubling over the World Champion! Hooking the arm, he lifts Sabora into a suplex position but is countered as the World Champion slides out of the maneuver and lands behind him! With a scoop of the arm, Sabora performs an Olympic slam on Jace Ambrose, sending the Empire member to the mat hard! The fans cheer loudly now as Sabora returns to a defensive posture! Ambrose is back on his feet quickly, a bit shaken up by Sabora’s prowess, but still very much in the fight.

The crowd cheers as Sabora awaits Ambrose’s next response. Ambrose, looking quite smug, holds his hand out to tag TITAN. TITAN smiles and looks the other direction, refusing to accept the tag. Ambrose then looks at Sabora in a panic, before opting to rush Sabora instead. With hard forearms and elbows, he attacks the World Champion, but finds nothing but a solid defense as Sabora effortlessly adjusts his body posture to cushion the blows! Sabora then sidesteps Ambrose, diving his knee into his midsection after and knocking the air out of Ambrose! He then hooks both arms behind Ambrose and leans back, nailing a picture perfect backdrop! Sabora rolls over with Ambrose in tow, grabbing him around the waist and performing a belly to belly suplex! Ambrose collides into the hard mat upon his shoulder as Sabora rises to his feet once more!

The crowd is cheering loudly as Sabora sets up in the corner. He adjusts his knee pads and watches Ambrose shake off the pain. Checking to make sure his face mask is still in order, Ambrose plants his hands down and rises up slowly, unaware of the attacker behind him! He turns around, only to be struck in the face with a hard super kick from Chris Sabora! The mask on his face literally busts in half from the impact as Ambrose spins in a complete circle! Sabora then changes his posture and grabs Ambrose by the head, nailing the Maximum Overdrive with authority!! The crowd cheers as Ambrose hit’s the mat hard. Sabora lays upon Ambrose with his back while staring in the Empire corner!

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Three!

Gibson: Jace Ambrose is gone! The EUW Champion made short work of the rookie! Three Empire members are gone.. Two remaining. This one might be as good as over!

Xplode: I don’t know…

Rising up off of Ambrose, Sabora winks as Ambrose regains himself. Sabora then makes the sign of the championship belt around his waist before watching Ambrose roll out of the ring painfully. Ambrose continues to cover his face, obviously more concerned with his appearance than the outcome of the match. Stepping through the ropes now, Mister Luck eye balls Chris Sabora cautiously. Sabora turns to face Luck as the two lock up. Luck choose to face the World Champion a bit more cautiously as he releases the lock up and backs away. Sabora does not let him off of the hook that easy as rushes Luck with a hard clothesline! Luck dangles into his corner.. Only for TITAN to tag himself in! The crowd cheers loudly now as TITAN steps into the ring. A large bruise could be seen on TITAN’s cheek from the attack on him earlier.

Xplode: You are looking at two men who will be facing off for the EUW World Championship in two weeks. This could set the tempo for that very match.

The crowd cheers loudly as Sabora stretches at center ring. TITAN laughs before approaching him, and then he reaches out to lock up with the World Champion! Sabora counters quickly, dropping down into the splits! With one closed fist, he drives his knuckles into the injured knee of TITAN! TITAN bends over immediately, lost in pain as Sabora rolls away and points at the knee area!

Gibson: Uh oh.. Do you see what I see?

Xplode: Yup. TITAN is hurt. He lied. Sabora went right for the sweet spot and it paid off. TITAN is no a liability to the Empire. Sort of a bad time to figure that out if you ask me.

Gibson: With two people left for the Empire, I would say so…

Sabora approaches TITAN and stomps the knee region yet again. The crowd cheers as TITAN tries to desperately get away! Sabora grabs the ankle of TITAN and drags him back to center ring, turning him over and applying a knee bar submission hold! The crowd cheers as TITAN roars in pain! With one large boot, he drives his heel into Sabora’s jaw but the World Champion holds on tightly! A few more hits to the jaw from TITAN and Sabora is forced to release the hold! TITAN rolls over quickly, attempting to rise to his feet. Sabora dives down low, sweeping TITAN’s feet out from under him! At ringside, Danny Tenfold is pounding the pad! He wants in to the ring!

Looking in Tenfold’s direction, Sabora nods and tags in the energetic Tenfold. Danny wastes no time as he heads into the ring, sliding on top of TITAN and unleashing hellish fists! TITAN tries to block but Danny is too quick, attacking the large man just as TITAN had done to him earlier! With TITAN reeling, Danny kicks up to his feet as the fans cheer loudly, and heads to the turnbuckle! He leaps to the top and looks to the fans. Shooting off into the air, Danny nails the Killswitch Tengage!

Well, he attempts to.

Somehow, out of no where, TITAN manages to kick up to his feet as well!! Catching Danny in the air, he flings Tenfold on to his shoulders and spins around with the F-5! Tenfold is dropped face first hard on the mat as TITAN covers him for the pin..

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Three!

Gibson: HOLY SHIT! TITAN JUST DID THE IMPOSSIBLE!

Xplode: It’s two vs. two now.. This is getting down to the wire.

Brett Cross steps through the ropes as TITAN glances in his direction. Holding out one hand, he tags Mister Luck in to the ring to the fans dismay. Luck enters, bouncing about and completely fresh. Cross watches him amusingly until Luck suddenly slaps the Viking across the face! Cross looks back at Luck, infuriated! Grabbing Luck by the throat, Cross lifts the tag team champion into the air and slams him down hard with a thunderous choke slam!

Luck rolls over, rebounding quickly only to find Cross on top of him! Cross, with repeated knee strikes, beats down the fallen Mister Luck! Each strike shakes the ring from Cross’s sheer power! Satisfied, Cross backs up from Luck, and then charges him in a punt attempt! Luck rolls out of the way and launches to his feet, grabbing Cross around the neck and nailing a neck breaker! Cross hit’s the mat hard as Luck rolls over.. Dropping a elbow on to the back of Cross’s head!

Cross shakes off the strike, rising to his feet and catching Luck by the boot! He pulls Luck’s feet out from under him and rises up once more. Grabbing Luck, he Irish whips the tag champ to the ropes and meets him with a hard elbow! He then tags in Chris Sabora and holds out Luck’s arm! Sabora kicks the outstretched arm and then nails a T-Bone Suplex! Luck hit’s the mat hard! Sabora rushes Luck and locks a dragon sleeper in a seated position! Luck screams in agony as the World Champion pours it on!

Gibson: Chris Sabora has truly been the driving force behind the EUW battle tonight. Can he help push his brand to victory! Will Luck be able to withstand his playbook of endless submissions?!

Still screaming, Luck writhes in pain as Sabora leans back. As the fans cheer, Sabora finds himself on the receiving end as Luck pulls Sabora forward with his upper body strength. Sabora rolls on to the mat, taken by surprise! Luck manages to rebound by locking in a chin lock of his own and turning it into a bridging pin!

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Sabora kicks out!

Luck rolls over and refuses to let go though! Wrapping one arm under his, he wedges Sabora’s shoulder unto the mat and tries again!

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Sabora kicks out!

Rolling into one more position on the mat, Luck shows a degree of mat skill that he has never shown before as he wraps both of his legs around Sabora’s waist! Arching his body, Luck bridges his back one more time and slides Sabora backwards until his shoulder blades touch the mat!

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TITAN drops down from the mat with a slight hobble. Running to the side of the ring, he grabs Sabora by the ankles and holds him in place! Brett Cross sees this and drops from ringside! He rushes ot his friends aid!

Three!

Gibson: …..

Xplode: ……

Gibson: Sabora was.. Just.. Pinned!

Xplode: Yeah, cheating does that.

Kicking out of the pin too late, Sabora rolls away as Mister Luck is seen smiling like a kid at Christmas! TITAN steps away before the referee could see him. Brett Cross stops in his tracks, realizing that he is the last member standing for his team. The fate of the EUW rests upon his shoulders..

Gibson: This is it. A handicap match now. TITAN and Luck have one man left to take down, Brett Cross. Will the Empire reign supreme?

Sabora exit’s the ring as the fans boo loudly. He stops at Cross’s side and pats him on the shoulder before heading towards the ramp way. Cross watches the World Champion leave before turning his attention to the ring once again. His eyes are burning with rage from his friend just being cheated. Brett Cross begins to feel an emotion that he has never felt before…

Brett Cross wants to avenge a friend.

Pounding the turnbuckle post and leaving an actual dent, Cross enters the ring once more as the fans cheer loudly! Luck watches him with a grin as TITAN whispers something in his ear. Cross does not hesitate though as he rushes Luck with a big boot! He catches Luck napping as Luck is lifted into the air from the large boot and sent to the mat below! Stomping like a mad man, Cross pounds Luck into the mat as his face rages with anger. He then arches over and grabs Luck by the throat, lifting him into a fireman’s carry!

Luck counters somehow and slides out of the attempt, only to be leveled by a vicious clothesline from Brett Cross! Luck begins to get up but is driven to the mat by Brett’s boot! Holding his boot on Luck’s throat, Cross grits his teeth as he drives Luck into the mat.. No, through the mat… and into the pits of hell. Looking to TITAN, Luck holds out a hand in a gesture of help but TITAN only laughs in return. Before Luck can respond, Brett Cross picks him up one handed and brings him in with a bear hug! Luck raises both hands in pain as Cross squeezes tightly!

Xplode: Brett Cross looks like a blood crazed warrior out there! Luck better do something or this shit is over for him.

Gibson: Agreed.

With his breath almost completely spent, Luck tries for a desperation move. He drives his forehead into the forehead of Brett Cross! Cross just continues to grit his teeth though after and continue to squeeze. Luck does it again.. And then again with the same results. Feeling as though he may have hurt himself more than the Viking, Luck changes it up but clapping both ears of Cross with open hands! Cross releases the hold and grunts in pain as Luck falls to the mat!

Shaking it off, Luck rolls to his feet and heads towards his corner only to be grabbed by Brett Cross! Luck turns around, kicks Cross in the gut, and follows it up with a DDT! With Cross down, Luck rises ot his feet and runs to the ropes, using them as a springboard as he twists in the air and lands upon Brett Cross with a body splash! He then covers for the pin..

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Cross shoves Luck off of him with authority, sending the bald man tumbling off of him and across the ring!

Luck rises up once more and rushes Cross, only to find himself plunging into Cross’s waiting chest bone! Cross scoops him up and plants Luck into the mat with a hard power bomb! Cross then roars to the fans as he lifts Luck up and performs The Chariot! The mat shakes as Luck hit’s the mat. Cross hooks the leg for the pin while keeping his eyes fixed on TITAN who seems to be polishing his knuckles…

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Three!

Gibson: LUCK IS GONE! IT’S DOWN TO 1 ON EACH TEAM!

Xplode: This is it. One versus one, EUW against the Empire. Even more so, we are about to see two men that the world has literally begged to see go against one another! The two largest men in the company, Brett Cross versus TITAN, one on one! For over a year people have talked about who truly was the most powerful man in the business. Tonight, with everything on the line, we will finally find out!

Gibson: Of course, it would be nice to see this with both men fresh. TITAN has obviously been hurt tonight.. Or re-hurt for that matter. Cross has taken a bit of punishment of his own. Either way, this should answer some questions.

Cross watches as TITAN slowly steps in the ring. The fans are cheering loudly now, perhaps louder than they had all night! The intensity is unreal as both men, huge in size and overflowing with power, slowly approach one another and stand eye to eye. Brett Cross, the taller of the two, looks into the stone gaze of TITAN. TITAN, the more physically built of the two, does not flinch one bit as the staredown ensues. Finally, like a bomb going off…

The two men unload on one another!

The crowd cheers as large fists collide with bone as the both of them duke it out, neither backing down one bit. Cross, his mouth now heavily bloodied, continues to lash out as TITAN responds in kind, his right eye now swelling up! Cross changes tactics first as he grabs TITAN around the waist and performs a belly to belly suplex! TITAN hit’s the mat hard.. But gets right back up!

Cross rises up slowly, satisfied. He turns around and receives big boot to the face from TITAN! Completely unused to being struck this hard, Cross shakes it off but has no time to recover as TITAN lifts Cross into the air as if he weighs nothing! With a twist, he nails the F-5 on Brett Cross!! The mat shakes violently as both men crumble to the mat below! Rolling over first, TITAN roars out to the fans in attendance as they boo loudly! Then.. They begin to cheer!

TITAN turns around quickly, only to find himself staring back at Brett Cross! Somehow, Cross has shaken off the pain and regained his footing! Both men lock up and Cross Irish whips TITAN to the ropes, catching him by the throat on the return. Nailing a choke slam, Cross covers for the pin..

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TITAN pushes Cross off of him!

Cross and TITAN race to their feet until TITAN spears Cross into the corner of the ring! With hard elbows, TITAN begins to pick apart Cross with huge impact shots to the face. TITAN then backs up and fixes his knee pads. Then he rushes forward with a HUGE spear, only to come up with nothing but steel post!

Hobbling out of the way, Cross is seen holding his rib cage in pain. He is obviously injured. TITAN on the other hand slams into the steel turnbuckle pipe and slumps into the corner. Cross drops to his knees in agony, his breathing labored. His hair is matted to his forehead due to the sweat. Standing back up, he grabs TITAN around the shoulders and lifts him into a bear hug! The fans cheer but it doesn’t last long as TITAN breaks free easily. TITAN falls back to his feet but can not keep it going as Cross scoops him up quickly and performs a pump handle slam! Standing back up to his feet, Cross signals for the end as he points to the fans. They respond loudly with cheers!

Gibson: This could be it! Cross is going for it all here! Can he put away TITAN? Will the EUW regain some ground in this war with the dangerous Empire?!

Grabbing TITAN and helping him to his feet, Cross begins to perform The Chariot when TITAN springs to life! He drops down to one knee and performs a low blow on the Viking! Holding his groin area, Brett Cross grimaces in pain as TITAN smiles behind him. TITAN then looks to the turnbuckle and then to Cross. He has bad intentions..

Xplode: No.. no way. Don’t fucking do it..

Standing up now, TITAN grabs a handful of Cross’s hair and escorts him to the corner of the ring. TITAN then begins to climb the turnbuckle, until he is standing on the top pad. He yanks on Cross, bringing him up there with him..

Gibson: That turnbuckle is made of steel but that is still a lot to hold up in terms of weight. What the hell is TITAN thinking here?!

Hooking Cross's arm over him, TITAN flips Cross air into a super suplex! He then launches off the top buckle and slams Brett Cross into the mat HARD! The mat collapses..

The men collapse….

The ring collapses…


All four turnbuckle posts fall forward and land in the ring as the ropes crumble to the ground! The mat caves in around Brett Cross and TITAN’s large frames as the wrestling ring becomes a pile of materials and flesh! The fans begin to shout in unison..

“HOLY5 SHIT… HOLY SHIT… HOLY SHIT… HOLY SHIT!!”

Gibson: OH MY GAAAAWD! WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT FOLKS! THIS IS AMAZING! SHOW ME A DAMN REPLAY!



The camera pans into what used to be a wrestling ring as TITAN is seen slowly standing up in the wreckage! He has a stream of his own blood pouring from a gash on his chest muscle as he searches for the referee. Finding the man in the striped shirt, he helps the ref to his feet and then hooks the leg of Brett Cross for the pin..

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Three!

Skye: Your winner.. TITAN AND... THE EMPIRE!!

Rising up off of Cross, TITAN is seen smiling as the fans boo loudly! He wipes away the blood that has formed on his chest and flings it on to the fallen form of Brett Cross!

Gibson: No…

Xplode: I know. This can’t be happening.

Gibson: TITAN did it. He led the Empire to victory for better or worse. Somehow, he outlasted the combined might of the EUW. Now, the dark times begin.

Leaning against the barrier to the fans, the exhausted frame of TITAN watches on as the fans boo loudly. Confetti rains down upon him, as fireworks burst from the stage area. A large display is lowered from the arena roof tops, emblazoned with the Empire logo! As “Burrito” by Seether plays once more, TITAN steps on the crumpled wreckage with one boot and raises his fists in celebration. The feed zooms in on his crazed facial expression..

Gibson: Words escape me right now.

Xplode: Fuck. Take us to commercial.. NOW!

The camera begins to zoom in now on TITAN as he stands with one fist raised. His breathing is labored as his eyes pan slowly from left to right. The right side of his chest is covered in blood, giving him an aggressive look to his posture. He then lowers both hands and gestures a title belt around his waist as the fans begin to pelt him with debris...

The scene fades out..

[primetime]

Gibson: Well it has been one hell of a night ladies and gentlemen. The Empire dealt a hard blow to the EUW on this night and one has to wonder, how will they respond?

Xplode: It’s going to take someone strong to turn the tide, a hero… looking at that roster I think the EUW is shit out of luck in that department.

Gibson: Wait… I am receiving word that Empire owner, Mark Rivera is about to come out and speak to the fans. He just has to gloat on tonight’s results.. Doesn’t he! This is ridiculous.

The fans boo loudly as Mark Rivera steps into view from the darkness of the entrance area. “Asylum” by Disturbed plays loudly as Rivera steps down the ramp way with a huge grin upon his face. Walking up the ramp area, Rivera soaks up the fan’s responses as they boo him incessantly.

Xplode: There he is, the owner of the Asylum.

Gibson: I think you mean Empire.

Xplode: No, I mean.. Asylum.

The camera pans around Mark Rivera in all directions as he opens his arms wide as if he is about to fly off into the stars. Accepting a microphone, Rivera turns to the camera and begins to speak.

Rivera: And they fell at his feet, the leader of an Empire victorious! He was raised above all else, and regarded as a man of men.. An Emperor. Well, it’s a good thing for you all that I wish to have no such level of rank around here. As a matter of fact, I don’t want an Empire at all! I was thinking more along the lines of.. An Asylum! Is that really too much to ask?!

The fans boo loudly, throwing trash into the ring in response.

Rivera: We have seen Kirk Kennedy’s response to our power, as he sent his best to meet my boys in war. They failed, as Kirk Kennedy failed to be a father to his own son! It’s tragic, really. I am here though. I am here for all of you, to complete promises I kept over a year ago when the world was right, and Kirk Kennedy was no where to be found. Look to me to bring you the type of action you enjoy, that is all I truly wish to do. I am not the bad guy I am made out to be. Do you want to boo someone? Then boo a father who pays someone to hurt his own son!

Gibson: YOU SON OF A BITCH! Kirk wouldn’t do that.. Would he?

Xplode: A man can get desperate when his very livelihood is threatened. Besides, I would. Hell, I sent my own damn son to wrestling in the Kingdom of Pride so he would stay out of my damn way. I think you all just didn’t give Kirk credit.

Gibson: I don’t believe it..

Rivera paces the ring as the fans in attendance suddenly stop booing. There is talk amongst them, almost as if they are pondering the accusations.

Rivera: That’s right.. Think about what I am saying. Am I wrong to enlist the aid of the most powerful here just to win this war? Sure, men like TITAN seem to have no ability to see right from wrong, but he is powerful all the same. Do you find fault in me enlisting his help to get the job done? I make my moves out in the open, what you see is what you get. Kennedy on the other hand has to sneak around. Even now, he is in the back, plotting against me. Well, tonight I do him one better. About 5 months ago, Kirk Kennedy fired a man who only wanted to progress in his dear EUW. This was a man who fought his heart out, and was a clear favorite to win championship gold. Kirk Kennedy fired him. So much for the moniker.. “Do you want to be a champion?”

The crowd continues to mumble amongst themselves.

Rivera: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to hire back a man who is rich in EUW heritage, and a beacon for the future.



The crowd is half cheers and half boos now as Rivera is seen smiling.

Gibson: Oh come on! Stephens was a complete douche bag! Everyone remembers the shit he pulled last time around!

Rivera: Please welcome, the newest member of the Empire.. Christian “Mister LA” Stephens!

Christian Stephens steps out unto the stage as the fans react loudly. He walks down the ramp way and into the ring, stopping only to open his shirt and flex to the fans in attendance. Once inside the ring, he shakes Mark Rivera’s hand before accepting the microphone.

Stephens: Well hello there EUW! Guess who is back! You know, it’s crazy sitting here in front of you all. Just a few months ago, I was tossed to the side by an egomaniac! There I was, getting betrayed by another has been named The Creep when out of no where, I am released. Where was my big future here?! Where was my chance to be a champion?! I will tell you where. In the dumpster with the rest of Kirk Kennedy’s lies!

The crowd starts to boo loudly as Stephens smiles and mocks them in return.

Stephens: Well Kirky-poo.. I am back to win those championships.. But not under your brand. You are looking at the future of this place and the past when you stare at this body. The Empire will not be denied and I am here to make sure that this does not happen. It’s okay to be jealous. Seriously.

Stephens and Rivera celebrate in the ring when Dante Holly and Eddie Laurel suddenly come into view! The crowd responds loudly as the dynamic duo head to the ring and slide in. Dante Holly, microphone in hand, approaches Stephens and Rivera and begins to speak.

Holly: This.. is the famous stalker? Why the disguise nubile one?

Stephens: Disguise? Nubile one? What the hell is your deal?

Pacing the ring a bit, Dante holds his gloved hand out and receives a disc from Eddie Laurel who manages to pull it from his underpants. The crowd laughs in return.

Holly: This video… proves that Stephens is not the man who has been haunting me.

Rivera: Okay, we talked about this Dante. Stephens is the EUW veteran who was returning. There is no one else. Maybe it is time this little charade came to an end. You see, Oblivion was never going to return. Mister Stephens and I had been playing a little prank on you. Dante, you work better when you are focused, and watching you scurry about has been delightful to say the least. There is no boogie man and there certainly is no Oblivion. That man is missing. There are even rumors that the man is dead! He has been missing for almost a year. I am sorry, son. It was fun regardless. Now, please head to the back and get your head straight. I am not touching that disc if that is what you are aiming for..

Holly: No, boss. That is NOT what I am aiming for. You see, I made a copy of the disc, and it is about to play on the videotron right now. You will see the true face of evil. My reasons for worry.. Have been vindicated.

Rivera: Fine, Dante. If this will end your endless ranting.. Turn on the video already and get it over with! Then we can get back to focusing on our brand victory and put an end to a joke that went on far too long...

Pointing to the videotron over the entrance, Dante Holly stares on with the rest of the men in the ring. The screen suddenly comes to life..



The fans cheer loudly! I mean.. LOUDLY!! The arena shakes from the response as Mark Rivera literally is seen with his mouth left wide open. Christian Stephens looks at Mark and then to Dante for a moment before shaking his head.

Gibson: Did you see what I just see?

Xplode: Yup. Someone is about to get their ass kicked…

The fans are still cheering endlessly as Rivera tries to speak. He can barely be heard as the crowd continues to scream endlessly. Looking out to the fans, Dante Holly raises a microphone.

Holly: Do you see now? You have no control over evil! Next week, he returns. A clash between good and evil finally ends and justice will prevail. The Empire will finally face.. OBLIVION!

The feed pans to Mark Rivera who is seen slowly backing up to the ropes. He looks literally in shock as the crowd cheers loudly! Rivera does not take his eyes off of the videotron until the stage area suddenly bursts into flames! Holly and Laurel turn to face the stage as Rivera slides out of the ring. Heading out into the sea of fans, Rivera looks terrified as the feed slowly fades out…