March 13th SNV

[primetime]

“What?! Are you telling me that he is here?”

A locker room comes into view as the fans in the arena begin to cheer loudly. Seated upon a metal chair, Mister Luck stares up at his tag team champion partner, Big Dave. Luck is wearing a sharp suit, adorned with various high priced jewelry. Standing before Luck, Big Dave waves his hands as he speaks..

Dave: Yeah man, you should see the boss. He is up in arms!

Luck: I would be too. If he is really here tonight, everything changes. Between you and me, I say we watch our asses cover one another from this point on.

Dave: I agree. Things are getting a bit too much for-

Suddenly, Luck’s cellphone begins to ring. He picks it up and places it against his ear. After a few short mumbling sounds, he answers.

Luck: We are on our way.

Luck then closes the phone. With a look of concern, he stares at Dave.

Luck: We have to go. Rivera is calling for an emergency meeting. This doesn’t sound good.

Dave:[/b] Shit. It’s started hasn’t it?

Luck: I sure as hell hope not.

The camera feed switches now to a large room. Seated in various spots in the room, the Empire looks forward. A meeting has been called. Holding a stack of papers, Shawn Ashen smiles from under a large cowboy hat and begins the meeting. Behind him, the Las Vegas Commission enter now and find a seat upon some old packing boxes.

Ashen: Alright. The Boss has called this meeting tonight for a very important reason. It seems that a name from the EUW’s past is set to return tonight. I have no idea who this hooligan is but from what I gather, he could be dangerous.

Entering the room now behind Ashen, Mark Rivera smiles. He looks calm, oddly enough. Placing a hand upon Ashen’s shoulder, Rivera nods and sends Ashen to sit with the rest of the men before him. He then clears his throat, and begins to speak. There is a visible amount of sweat forming upon his forehead..

Rivera: Alright. I called you here tonight to discuss a very simple matter. You see, a man from my past will be returning to the ring sometime tonight. This man could be a very big player for our team should he decide to side with us.

Interrupting immediately, Dante Holly speaks.

Holly: Or.. The end of us all.

Rivera: That’s enough, Dante. Let me remind you that he has not declared allegiance to anyone as of yet.

Standing up and adjusting his fur coat, Christian Stephens smiles as the women in the arena are heard cheering and whistling.

Stephens: We don’t need that chump. He is old news, baby! Besides, nobody is talking about how we totally annihilated those idiots last week in the brand war battle! The Empire is large and in charge! With me involved now, we are Hollywood!

TITAN: SHUT THE FUCK UP, FREAK!

Standing up suddenly and sending his chair tumbling to the floor behind him, TITAN glares at Stephens as he heads towards the door.

Rivera: Billy, we are in a meeting right now. Why don’t you-

TITAN: I don’t have time to sit in here and watch a bunch of little girls at the thought of Oblivion returning to the ring. You guys are fucking pathetic! I say, let him get in our faces! We will stomp his ass just like we have everybody else! Now, I need to go get ready for my TITLE match tonight. Have fun, girls..

Titan leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. The men stare at one another confusingly until Shawn Ashen breaks the ice by speaking.

Ashen: Who is this Oblivion, Boss? Why is one man so darn dangerous that you would call a meeting like this?

Rivera[/b]: Well, Oblivion is-

Suddenly, a young man bursts into the room and interrupts Mark Rivera. He whispers into Rivera’s ear quickly before running out of the room again. Rivera’s face instantly turns a shade of white, as he slowly turns to the Empire roster.. And speaks.

Rivera: Oblivion.. Is here.

The fans cheer loudly right after..

The feed switches to the arena as the camera pans from left to right. A sea of bodies chant “OBLIVON!” at the same time. Behind them, fireworks ignite from the stage area in various patterns. The feed now switches to the stage area where the word “EMPIRE” is seen proudly displayed for all to see..

Seated at the announcer’s table, Rock Gibson stares at the camera. He has a black shirt with the Empire logo upon it. Beside him, Xplode leans back in his chair.

Gibson: Welcome to.. Sunday Night Empire! I hate saying that..

Xplode: Nice shirt.

Gibson: How come you aren’t wearing yours?

Xplode: Because I am no one’s bitch.

Gibson: Well, tonight the Empire brings you non stop action. I can hardly hear my voice X. These chants for your brother are amazing! Is it true that he will be here tonight?

Xplode: I don’t know. You saw the video last week. It’s a safe bet that Oblivion has something planned.

Gibson: That aside, we have an amazing card for you tonight. Two title belts will be decided right here, on free television courtesy of the Empire!

Xplode: Oh joy.. Look, let’s cut the shit. This is just another scheme to get the Empire some gold. I have bad feelings about tonight’s results.

Gibson: Well, one thing is for certain. When you-

“Highway to Hell” by AC/DC begins to play as Mark Rivera heads down to the ring. The fans throw litter at him and boo loudly as he ignores their responses.

Gibson: It looks like the show is set to begin. Empire owner, Mark Rivera is heading on out to address a few issues I guess. It just gets better and better.

Xplode: Do what I do, Rock. Stare at Skye’s hooters! It passes the time.

Stepping through the ropes, Mark Rivera approaches Skye and takes the microphone from her hand. He leans forward to kiss her cheek until she steps out of reach and walks away. Turning to the fans with a smile, Rivera bows as the crowd responds with..

“RIVERA SUCKS! RIVERA SUCKS! RIVERA SUCKS! RIVERA SUCKS!”

Rivera remains waiting patiently as the crowd slowly begins to calm down. Taking his cut, Rivera begins to speak.

Rivera: Tonight. We witness a special occasion. My good friend, Chad Kennedy, has a vision. He foresaw a day when the Empire would rise to the top, and defeat the EUW once and for all! Well, look around folks. This isn’t EUW Sunday Night Vengeance. This is.. SUNDAY NIGHT EMPIRE!!

“RIVERA SUCKS… RIVERA SUCKS… RIVERA SUCKS!!”

Rivera: We have made our intentions clear by defeating the EUW in a fair match last week. It was through that affair that my men proved to the world just who was the premier brand in professional wrestling. You have no idea as to the pride that I felt when I watched my boys stand in victory. Then.. Of course.. Something had to ruin my moment. Just as I was announcing the wonderful return of Mr. LA himself.. Christian Stephens… we get interrupted.

Suddenly the crowd ignites into a frenzy!

“OBLIVION! OBLIVION! OBLIVION!”

Taken back a bit by the response, Rivera shakes his head.

Rivera: Yeah.. Him. Apparently, Oblivion felt the need to poke his nose into my business once again. I won’t lie to you all. I was hurt by that. Then it dawned on me. What if that message was a sign? What if Oblivion.. The Big Dog.. Two time World Champion.. Signaled me in that very moment that he wanted to join the Empire?! I mean, he has no love for Sabora, right? The Machine retired him! If you ask me, the return of Oblivion signals the end.. For the EUW.

“RIVERA SUCKS!.. RIVERA SUCKS…”

Mark Rivera smiles in the ring and takes in the responses with ease. He nods.

Rivera: So, Big Dog. If you are here tonight. Come on down, let me make you the deal of a lifetime!

The arena goes dead silent.. “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne begins to play as the fans cheer with glee! Heading down to the ring, Kirk Kennedy walks with a furious pace. He steps up to ringside, blasting through the ropes and stops directly in front of Mark Rivera. Around him, the fans applaud with approval.

Rivera: Well, Kirk. I am surprised to see you here. This is a Empire production, you know? You’re off duty tonight.

Kirk[/b]: I am aware of my duties, Mark! I came out here to clear the air.

Rivera: By all means..

Kirk paces the ring a bit until he stops, staring out at the sea of fans.

Kirk: Two weeks ago, my company suffered a bad loss. We let you all down. Don’t think that the boys in the back have not kicked themselves for that. The EUW is a place of legacy, honor, and pride. Lately, we have given you all nothing to be proud of.

Mark Rivera yawns.

Kirk: This war is far from over, though. I see you up here, Mark. You make these claims that a man who has only ever shown respect to the world.. Would actually stand by your side. Oblivion and I have never really seen eye to eye, but there was a respect factor there. These fans know it.. You know it. It’s ridiculous that you would even assume that he would choose the Empire over a company that he been his lasting legacy.

Mark Rivera smiles and responds.

Rivera: Another wager, huh? Don’t you get tired of losing?

Kirk: No, I say we let him decide.

Kirk turns to the entrance area now.

Kirk: Toby.. If you’re out there. Please come down here and make your intentions clear. The world needs to know.. I NEED to know..

There is no response as the fans cheer loudly..

The feed slowly fades out.

[primetime]

The feed fades back in now as we see Kirk Kennedy staring at a very happy Mark Rivera. The crowd around them is cheering loudly as every await’s a response from the backstage area.

Gibson: Welcome back to the show. There is a showdown in the ring as we speak. Both Mark Rivera and Kirk Kennedy are seemingly fighting over the rights to Oblivion’s contract. I am interested myself in what side he will choose..

Rivera: You know, wasn’t it you who fired Oblivion? I believe it was. Toby Hunter lost the title to Mark Rivera and the stipulation was that he had to leave the EUW! Why would he side with you?

Kirk: I don’t know. I just know that.. It is the right thing to do.

Rivera: Well..

The lights dim and the crowd cheers loudly!

Gibson: Here we go! Ladies and gentlemen, the return of EUW Hall of Famer.. OBLIVION!

With the fans at a fever pitch.. Dante Holly steps into view! The crowd boos loudly, causing Holly to flinch in response. Mark Rivera is seen laughing in the ring as Kirk Kennedy pounds his foot into the mat hard in disgust. Behind Holly, Poet Lad walks proudly as the Dexterous Duo enters the ring and stands near Mark Rivera.

Rivera: Dante.. Why? This is not the time.

Holly: Oh.. But it is the time, non believer! I must stop you from harming the Empire.. And yourself!

Rivera: What?

Holly: Toby Hunter is the true meaning of evil. I know my arch nemesis like no one else. Inviting him to our sanctuary would be a grave error on your part, civilian! I can not allow this!

Rivera: Dante, go back to the locker room.. NOW!

The fans are laughing as Kirk Kennedy does as well.

Rivera: There is no Toby Hunter here… obviously. This is probably some grand scheme made up by the true source of evil around here.. Kirk Kennedy.. To throw us off our game. I am done wasting my time with this. I have a show to run.

Holly: Good my most nubile, boss! Let us head to the back and see to the welfare of..

The lights dim again as the fans cheer loudly. In the ring, Mark Rivera is seen taking this less seriously this time as the world awaits what is to happen next. There is silence… until the sounds of a motorcycle revving it’s engines are heard. The fans instantly lose it… cheering with a HUGE pop!

Gibson: Could it be?

The stage ignites into flames.

Xplode: Yup. Checkmate.

“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play. With the fans literally screaming their heads off, a black motorcycle drives out unto the stage area! The camera feed zooms on as the rider is shown. From underneath dark shades and a black leather vest, Oblivion is seen pounding his chest with a closed fist! He revs the engine one more time and then blasts down the ramp way, leaving exhaust behind him! Circling the ring, he comes to a stop and shuts down the bike. In one stride, he steps up to the side of the ring and then over the top rope, surrounded in a sea of camera flashes! Oblivion walks between both owners and raises a fist to the fans in attendance!

With his music finally fading out, He stands in the corner of the ring, glaring out at the fans. Quickly responding, Rivera raises a hand and begins to speak. His voice is cracking due to nervousness.

Rivera: Welcome back, Toby! Your fans have missed you! I have missed you! We eagerly awaited your-

Kirk: Cut the shit! Toby, why have you returned? You retired. What is the reason for this? Did you come back to help out the Empire or the EUW? Know that you agreed to the terms of your retirement.. Not me. The EUW felt a loss when you stepped away..

Rivera: Listen to him begging for you! He is weak! The EUW is weak! A man as powerful as you must understand the need to associate yourself with others who are strong! Join the Empire, and get revenge for Kirk’s retirement contract upon you. I mean, if I was you-

Suddenly, Oblivion steps forward and snags the microphone out of Rivera’s hand! The fans cheer loudly instantly! Dante Holly steps in front of Mark Rivera, ready to defend him.

Oblivion: YOU’RE NOT ME, BOY!

“OBLIVION! OBLIVION! OBLIVION!”

Oblivion: You guys are standing in my damn ring, planning out my career. It is sort of funny, really. On my right, we have Kirk Kennedy. A man who can’t even be a damn father to his son. His company is falling apart, and he is calling upon the one man, who he kicked out of the company, to save it!

Mark Rivera smiles and claps his hands furiously. Kirk Kennedy steps forward.

Kirk: Listen, Toby…

Oblivion: SHUT UP! I didn’t ask for you to speak! So, next we got Mark Rivera here. Leader of the Empire. It’s hard to believe that these men have not seen through your fucking lies, Rivera. I mean, let’s be real. You don’t give a shit about them! You don’t give a shit about me. The reason I returned at first was to respond to a little challenge that was put out a month or so ago.

Oblivion steps up to Dante Holly and glares down into his eyes. Holly looks terrified but stand proudly.

Oblivion: You wanted a piece of me, boy? Then step on up! You been walking around calling me.. Evil. Well, I am evil. You’re damn right! There ain’t no secret there. The thing is, you been trash talking me to my dog pound in this arena and I don’t play that game. So, it’s Christmas time and Santa has just come to visit you. At Back 2 Roots.. It’s you and me… in a HELL IN A CELL! You unlocked evil, Holly. Now, you get to step in a cage with it!

The crowd cheers as Dante steps away.

Oblivion: As for this brand bullshit. I will leave that up to the Dog Pound. Tell me.. What side are we on?!

Oblivion looks out at the fans as they respond..

“EUW!….. EUW!…. EUW!…. EUW!….. EUW! ….. EUW!”

Oblivion: I can’t hear you! SAY IT AGAIN!

“EUW!….. EUW!…. EUW!…. EUW!….. EUW! ….. EUW!”

Kirk Kennedy grins as Mark Rivera steps backwards slowly, slithering out of the ring as best as he could. Oblivion lowers his head now and speaks.

Oblivion: Looks like you got our answer! I am and always have been.. The EUW! You got a problem with them, then you got a problem with me! Your countdown.. BEGINS NOW!

Dante Holly and Poet Lad rush Oblivion immediately as Mark Rivera slides out of the ring! The crowd explodes in cheers as Oblivion catches them around their necks.. And choke slams them both into the mat at the same time, leaving them unconscious! Mark Rivera backs up the ramp way, shaking his head in anger! Kirk Kennedy is seen clapping now, pointing at Rivera while Oblivion glares down at Dante Holly’s fallen frame.

Gibson: We got an answer! Oblivion is back and he is with the EUW! THIS IS GREAT!

Xplode: (Laughing) We will be back after … well.. Mark Rivera changes his pants.

[primetime]

Singles Match
Mr. Rudo vs Bane

Gibson: And we are kicking things off here with a debut! Mister Rudo takes on Illidan Bane, who is coming off a huge win!

Xplode: Huge?! He beat Jackal!

Gibson: It is a big win for Bane, whom is hoping to carry the momentum on and win this match.

Xplode: Sorry Rock, I thought title matches were huge, but apparently two rookies slapfighting is huge!

Gibson: Sit down, Xplode, you’re embarrassing me.

Xplode: You embarrass me, dipshit.

“Frontlines” by Diabolic plays over the PA as Mr Rudo confidently struts out onto the stage. The crowd remain silently neutral to the newcomer, who simply laughs it off before confidently strutting down the ramp.

Skye: From Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at one hundred and eighty six pounds…MISTER RUDOOOOOOOO!!!

Rudo slides into the ring and gets to his feet, strolling around the ring and stopping every so often to stretch on the ropes. He continues to do so even as "Feel Like I Do" by Drowning Pool plays over the PA to loud cheers which dwarf the minute reaction Rudo received. Illidan Bane makes his way out to the stage, looking left and right to the crowd who cheer loudly for him, nodding his head as he walks down the ramp to acknowledge the cheering fans. Rudo stops stretching, turning to face his opponent with a scowl on his face.

Skye: From Florida, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds..ILLIDAN! BAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!!!

Bane slides into the ring, ignoring Rudo and heading to the lower-left turnbuckle, standing on it and raising his arms, nodding his head. After a few seconds, he hops down, walking over to the lower-right corner and turning to face Rudo, who is standing silently in his corner. Content that both men are ready, the referee nods at the timekeeper who rings the bell.

DING DING DING!

Bane and Rudo walk toward eachother, with Bane extending his right hand in an offer of respect. Rudo looks down at Banes hand and slaps it away, causing Bane to frown. He looks around to the crowd, then to Rudo, extending his hand once more. Rudo responds by spitting into his face. The crowd jeers loudly as Bane steps backwards, rubbing the spit from his right eye before turning to Rudo. Rudo laughs loudly, but is taken aback when Bane charges, slamming his right arm into his neck and sending him to the mat with a rough Clothesline!

Xplode: Looks like Bane just got a bit of spit-shine there.

Gibson: And Bane paid him back for it!

Xplode: Here I thought you were going to call it a huge move.

Gibson: Screw you!

Bane mounts Rudo, slamming his right elbow into his forehead. Rudo holds his arms up to defend himself, but Bane simply stands up before slamming his foot down into his chest. Rudo shoots up, but Bane drives his foot into his chest, sending him back down to the mat before stepping over him, leaning down and locking his arms around before lifting him straight off the mat and slamming him onto his knee with a vicious Backbreaker in one swift movement! Bane stands up straight, hoping for a second backbreaker, but Rudo quickly slams an index finger into Banes right eye, sending him stumbling backwards and allowing Rudo to struggle to his feet. As soon as Bane hits the nearest set of ropes, Rudo charges and clotheslines him over the ropes and to the outside. Bane rolls across the outside, his back slamming into the barricade and allowing Rudo some time to raise his arms, mocking Bane. The crowd boo loudly, and Bane is quick to crick his neck and slide into the ring. Rudo notices, turning around and diving at a nearby set of ropes. Bane rushes forward, but Rudo twists and jumps forward in mid-air, catching Banes right arm as he hits the mat, flipping him over in a Springboard Arm Drag which sends Bane to the mat!

Gibson: Great move from Rudo!

Xplode: Yay. More flips. JUST what I wanted to see.

Rudo rises to his feet, leaning down and grasping Bane by his arms, hauling him to his feet and shoving him into the nearby upper-left turnbuckle. Rudo darts across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle before executing a cartwheel and a few backflips, gaining momentum as he hurtles towards Bane with the intent to execute a Handspring Elbow. Bane simply watches as Rudo hits a backflip near him before sliding to the left, allowing Rudos attempt to slam his elbow backwards to send him back-first into the turnbuckle, and allowing Bane to turn around and slam a rough forearm into Rudos face. Rudo stumbles forwards, allowing Bane to lock his arm around him and hoist him up high before slamming him down backwards into the mat with a Suplex. Bane gets to his feet, delivering a swift stomp into Rudos gut. Bane steps backwards, leaning into the turnbuckle to catch his headings. Rudo lunges forward, landing on his hands and knees and slowly pulling himself up, only for him to stumble into Banes grip. Bane locks his right arm around him and attempts a Suplex, only for Rudo to lace his leg around Banes and tighten it, stopping him from getting the right footing. Bane instead responds by simply dropping backwards, slamming Rudos head into the mat with a vicious Spike DDT!

Xplode: Yeah, couldn’t reverse that one, could you??

Gibson: Nice move from Bane there. He’s growing in confidence with each match--

Xplode: He’s fighting a rookie. A new guy. A complete noob. Don’t give him too much credit.

Bane rolls Rudo over, but instead of going for a pin, he rises to his feet, hauling up Rudo as he does. He grips his arm, whipping him off a set of nearby ropes. Rudo dives onto the middle rope and turns around, jumping into the air and hitting Bane with an amazingly athletic Springboard Missile Dropkick! Bane is sent roughly to the mat, and Rudo uses the momentum to roll to his feet, jumping over Bane and climbing the turnbuckle to the top rope, turning around. Within a heartbeat, Rudo dives off the top rope in a Shooting Star Press, looking to hit his finisher, but Bane stands up halfway and, while Rudo catches him and sends both men collapsing to the mat, Rudo can’t execute his finisher properly. Rudo gets onto his knees, looking down at Bane and shaking his head before rising to his feet, shrugging his shoulders at the crowd who jeer loudly.

Gibson: Looks like Bane made a Pyrrhic move there: He stopped Rudos finisher, but he’s down on the mat right now.

Rudo once again climbs up the turnbuckle, turning around on the top rope. Bane has slowly rose to his feet and, seeing Rudo, lunges forward, only for Rudo to extend a foot out and kick Bane between the eyes. Bane stumbles back, allowing Rudo to dive off, catching his right arm and sending him across the mat with an Arm Drag. As soon as Bane hits the mat, Rudo quickly scuttles over and covers him for a quick pin..

1….KICK OUT!

Bane is quick to get a shoulder up, but Rudo leans down, biting the bridge of his nose. Bane screams out, pushing Rudo off of him and causing the referee to rush over, yelling at Rudo and forcing him away from Bane. A small cheer goes up as the referee gets in Rudos face, telling him to stop the underhanded tactics, which gives Bane enough time to rise to his feet, dusting his hands off. Rudo shoves the referee to one side and dives at Bane with a cross body, which Bane catches and uses to slam Rudo onto his knee with a swift Backbreaker before dropping him to the mat, going for a cover of his own.

1….2—KICK OUT!

Gibson: Two quick kick outs: This match won’t be ending soon.

Xplode: Boo. Hiss.

Bane hauls Rudo to his feet, only for Rudo to lean up and rake Banes eyes. Bane stumbles back into the ropes, allowing Rudo to charge forward for a clothesline, hitting Bane and sending him backflipping to the outside. Rudo grasps the top rope, looking down at Bane as he slowly pulls himself to his feet before diving over the outside, hitting Bane with a body press and sending both men to the ground. The referee walks over to check up on both superstars, and Rudo is quickly up and on his feet, grasping Banes arms and pulling him to his feet before shoving him backwards, slamming his back into the guard rail. Bane lunges forward, going for a punch, but Rudo ducks under it, pushing Bane forward once more and slamming his gut into the apron. Rudo rushes forward and slides into the ring before quickly slamming his foot down between the ropes, catching Banes head and sandwiching it between his sole and the apron! Bane collapses onto his rear on the outside, clutching his head in pain as Rudo waves his arm, telling Bane to get to his feet. The crowd boo loudly, but Rudo simply cups a hand to his ear, urging the fans to boo even louder. The hatred towards his opponent revitalizes Bane who climbs to his feet and slides into the ring, but Rudo, who is more conscious of his opponent, darts forward, slamming a knee into Banes stomach and sending him into the upper-right turnbuckle. Rudo leans down, grabbing Banes legs and trying to lift him. Bane simply lashes a foot out, sending Rudo backwards, but Rudo darts forward, raking Banes eyes once again. The referee rushes over to chastise Rudo, but Rudo has quickly grabbed Banes legs and lifted him up to the top rope of the turnbuckle. Bane sits there uneasily as Rudo locks his arms around him, turning around and managing to slam Bane down into the mat with a violent Powerbomb which shakes the ring!

Gibson: He nailed it! What a great Powerbomb!

Xplode: That was an average Powerbomb. My grandma could do better!

Gibson: Give the guy a break, Xplode..

Xplode: With pleasure! Neck, ribs or spine?

Gibson: Give me a break..

Rudo goes for a quick cover..

1….2..KICK OUT!

Bane manages to lift a shoulder, leaning up and slamming a surprise elbow into the chest of Rudo. Rudo is sent stumbling backwards, giving Bane enough space to get to his feet and turn around. Rudo rushes at him, but Bane leans down, grasping him and turning around, slamming Rudo into the mat with a huge Spinebuster! Without wasting time, Bane gets to his feet, hauling up Rudo and flipping him up so his back rests on his left shoulder, making moves to execute the Scales of Justice! Rudo struggles violently, jolting up and down and forcing pressure onto Banes shoulder. Bane tries to complete the move, but Rudo is too busy flailing to allow Bane time to steady himself and hit the Scales of Justice. Before long, Rudo manages to lunge his legs forward, sending him clean off of Banes shoulder. Bane turns around, walking into a vicious kick into his gut. Bane doubles over, and is greeted by a huge kick upwards into his face which sends Bane reeling backwards and into the ropes. Rudo swaggers forward, slapping Bane sharply on his right cheek and causing the fans to boo loudly. Rudo turns to them, waving them off before turning to Bane and slapping him once more. Bane steps forward, but Rudo grasps his arm and leg, hoping for a Small Package! Bane digs his feet into the ground, stopping himself from being moved, which simply sends Rudo onto the mat. Bane raises his foot above Rudos face, but Rudo rolls out of the ring before Bane can bring it down. With swift agility. Rudo darts around to the left of the ring, opposite Bane, and slides in, hopping nimbly to his feet and raising his feet, much to the disgust of the fans who react by breaking out in small, splintered chants of “RUDO SUCKS!” Rudo ignores them, turning around and leaping onto the middle rope before diving off and turning around, hitting Bane with another Springboard Missile Dropkick

Gibson: Rudos proving to be a handful here for Bane.

Xplode: No he’s not. He’s just jumping around like a monkey.

Bane is sent rolling across the ring, allowing Rudo to scuttle over and dive on him, pinning his shoulders to the mat..

1…2…KICK OUT!

Bane forcefully pushes Rudo off of him, slowly sitting up. Rudo quickly darts forward, kicking Bane between the eyes and sending him to the mat. He looks at the turnbuckle, but decides to haul Bane up to his feet before raking him in the eyes, sending him backwards into the turnbuckle. Ignoring the referee, Rudo once again hauls Bane up by his feet, sitting him on the top turnbuckle. As he moves forward, however, Bane leans down and grabs Rudo by his mask, pulling him up onto the second turnbuckle! Rudo steps up, punching Bane in the chest, but Bane responds with a powerful right hand that nearly knocks him off of the turnbuckle. The punch manages to dizzy Rudo enough for Bane to lean down and grasp his waist, lifting him up before leaping off and hitting a huge Spinebuster which nearly causes the ring to collapse!

Gibson: Spinebuster! What a Spinebuster! Rudo was damn nearly broken in half!

Xplode: I’ve seen better.

Gibson: Can’t you just admire the match?!

Xplode: Can you treat every move as if it’s not a miraculous, awe-inspiring move?

Bane quickly pins down Rudos shoulders..

1….2…KICK OUT!

Rudo somehow pushes his shoulder up, and Bane gets to his feet. Rudo also clambours to his feet, and turns around to face Bane. Without hesitation, Bane grabs Rudo and lifts him high into the air. Rudo struggles to break free as Bane walks across the ring, planting him into the mat with the "Scales of Justice"! (The Dominator)

Gibson: Holy shit!

Bane then lifts one fist into the air and looks to the fans as they cheer him on in response! With one foot, he plants it on the chest of the now unconscious Rudo as the pin count begins..

1..
2...
THREE!

Skye: Your winner.. BANE!

Bane smiles confidently as he removes his black boot from the chest of Rudo, His theme song kicks on once more as he leans against a nearby rope with one hand raised once again!

Gibson: Ladies and gentlemen, we are looking at the start of what could be a great career in Bane. With his second win in a row, he seems to be picking up steam, I like this guy. We will be back after these messages!

The fade fades out as Bane is seen playing to the fans..

[primetime]

Fallen One is seen walking backstage, deviating from his normal pre match routine. He makes his way back to the area of the arena dedicated for Empire members. Fallen One opens up one of the locker rooms and finds Jace by himself so he proceeds to walk in and lock the door behind him causing an assuming look to come across Jace’s face.

Fallen One: Now before you say anything, just calm down. I came here for one simple reason.

Jace Ambrose: The Jace would like to know exactly what that reason is. This is no place for... Neutrals.

Fallen One: Relax. I came to ask you a simple question and that is, what do you know about what happened to Chad?

Jace Ambrose: The Jace can only tell you what he has been told. Rivera said it was a hit orchestrated by Kirk Kennedy.

Jace smirks slightly, shaking his head.

Jace Ambrose: The Jace doesn't believe a word of it though. It's just more lies from Rivera.

Fallen One: So what do you truly think happened? I know Chad had a great impression on you when you first came to EUW and I know you respect the man. What I really want to do is to get to the bottom of this for a couple different reasons.

Jace Ambrose: This much is true, Chad is the only man in EUW that has kept his word with the Jace. That said, the Jace can't help you with answers because he doesn't have any to offer. The Jace can tell you this much though - he will find who did this, and he will make them pay.

Fallen One: Well I want to extend my efforts to you. I know our last efforts as a team didn’t end in great fashion, but that was nothing personal. I respect you both personally and your talent in the ring. So I would appreciate it if we could work together on this issue and bring some resolve to this mystery. So what are your thoughts, Jason?

Jace Ambrose: The Jace thinks that Rivera is a snake that is almost certainly involved in putting Chad in the ICU, but the Jace is doing fine with the Empire at this point. He's on the winning team, after all.

Jace steps up to Fallen One, not nearly as tall, but still keeping eye contact and getting into his face.

Jace Ambrose: The Jace has no reason to speak to you and even less reasons to help you. The Jace will find his own answers in his own way, you'll have to do your own dirty work. Unlike the old days, when you were fortunate enough to team with The Amazing One, you're now out on your own and the Jace owes you nothing, so just turn around and go take care of your own business and leave the Jace to prepare for his match.


Fallen One: Alright, so be it then. But if you for a moment think that I was lucky, then you are sadly mistaken. Just rest assured that you don’t have the presence to shake down anyone in this company, friend or foe, and your charm isn’t going to do you any favors, especially if that mask of yours keeps failing. When you come to your senses, I’ll be waiting.

Fallen One stares down at Jace for another five seconds before a smirk creeps across his face and he slowly shakes his head before turning around and unlocking the door and exiting. On his way down the hallway Fallen One sees a poster advertising the Empire. This poster is of Titan standing by himself and ceases to exist as a whole as Fallen One tears it from the wall and shreds it in multiple pieces before throwing it backwards over his shoulder as he begins to exit the Empire’s locker room zone.

[primetime]

Singles Match
Warrior vs Heath Savage

Skye: Our next match is scheduled for one fall Coming to the ring first.. Heath Savage!!

The feed cuts back in as the fans are seen cheering for Skye in the ring. Heath Savage bursts through the entrance area as "My Ding Dong" by Gunther begins to play. He looks over his shoulder, confused at the music.

Xplode: (Laughing) Classic!

Gibson: Is this some type of joke? Or is that really his intro song?

Xplode: Any man that wears make up to the ring deserves that type of theme. I made sure to slide that CD in place of his theme myself. I thought it fit him better.

Gibson (Laughing hard): Nice..

Heath Savage shakes his head in anger as the fans laugh around him. He shrugs it off though and heads down the rampway, reaching ringside. Sliding in under the bottom rope, he raises both fists in the air as the theme song suddenly cuts off. Then, as Heath looks to the entrance area.. a sound is heard..

"FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAART!"

Gibson: Um.. X? Did you really record yourself farting?

Xplode: (Laughing) Yes.. yes I did. This dude does nothing but stink up the EUW. So, I figured a good fart fit him well.

Gibson: Oh.. My.. Gawd...

Heath is pissed now as he grabs a nearby rope. Behind him, Skye is even laughing as the fans continue to heckle him. Fighting off the laughter, she speaks once more..

Skye: And his opponent.. WARRIOR!

"World On Fire" by Firewind bursts through the arena 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.

Xplode: War war is going to kill that joke...

The sound of the bells toll brings both Warrior and Heath Savage out of their respective corners into the middle of the ring. The two lock horns with a collar and elbow tie up right off the hop and the larger Warrior takes the advantage as he bullies Chance back into his corner. Breaking the hold he unleashes a chop to the chest of Savage and then a second one right to the same spot. Looking for the third, Savage fires an elbow to the head of Warrior and switches him into the corner and fires a stiff right to the forehead. A second and third follow before Savage grabs hold of Warrior and looks to whip him across the ring. Warrior slams on the breaks though and flips Savage with a savate style throw and immediately slaps on a reverse chin lock looking to utilize his power advantage off the start.

Savage fights against the hold and slowly gets up to his feet and fires a reverse elbow to the sternum of Warrior that loosens the hold and allows Savage to grab a hold of Warriors arm as he pops his head out and then whip him into the ropes. On the rebound Warrior breaks right at Savage and looks to steamroll him but Savage stands tall and knocks Warrior back but not down. Savage looks to knock him down with a charging clothesline but Warrior ducks underneath it and when Savage comes off the ropes Warrior grabs him and plants him with a fluid Colorado Suplex using the momentum of Savage against him. Warrior quickly floats over into a lateral press.

1...

Savage kicks out from underneath the hold. Warrior rolls to his feet and pulls Savage off before firing him into the ropes.

Gibson: An impressive start for both men here but Warrior appears to have the advantage after that big suplex. I've got to ask Xplode, how big of a factor will Warriors experience here in the EUW be in this match.

Xplode: A fair bit. This Savage kid hasn't done shit yet here in EUW where as Warrior's accomplished every thing there is to do, except beat me in the ring.

Gibson: That's not entirely true Xplode, I seem to recall ...

Xplode: You don't recall anything Rock!

Warrior is still in control of the match following a big clothesline and subsequent corner assault on Savage. One final blow sends him stumbling up along the ring ropes and Warrior seizes the opportunity to re-enforce his dominance over the ring by simply grabbing hold of Savage and sending him over the top rope and tumbling to the floor below. The scattered applause are drowned out by the cat calls but Warrior pays them no heed as he simply retreats into his corner as the referee begins the ten count.

Savage rolls back into the ring at the count of eight and Warrior pounces on him as he gets up and fires a knee to the stomach doubling him over and then looking to throw him back out of the ring this time between the second and third ropes. Savage appears to have put one over on the ring veteran though, taking a few extra moments on the outside to compose himself, as he grabs the second rope and hangs on as Warrior's momentum sends him tumbling over Chance and ultimately the top rope, causing him to crash on the matting around the ring area.

Unlike Warrior however, Chance seizes the opportunity afforded to him as he promptly ducks out of the ring and goes after Warrior, sending him crashing into the barricade with an irish whip. Warrior clutches his back in pain as Savage smirks and promptly grabs hold of him again, the count hitting five. Warrior grates his head along the top of the barricade before turning him around and flinging him up the entrance ramp before sliding back into the ring, looking for the cheap count-out victory. He doesn't get it however as Warrior races back to the ring and slides in just before the count of ten.

Gibson: A cheeky little move there by Savage in an attempt to get his first win here in EUW.

Xplode: That's a chicken shit way to win a fight. By running away? I remember when I was a wee-little Hunter and the kids who ran from fights ending up hanging on flag poles by their shorts.

Gibson: The joys of adolescence.

Xplode: No when I was a teenager we ran after them and gave them twice the ass kicking they would have got in the first place.

Savage has control and whips Warrior into the ropes after a few well placed boots while he was down. On the rebound Savage nearly decapitates Warrior with a big boot. Quickly he hooks the leg and rolls atop the former champion.

1...
2...
NO!

Warrior emphatically throws his shoulder up after the two count and rolls to his feet as Savage looks to maintain control by throwing him into the corner. Charging in for a corner clothesline tough Warrior ducks out of the way and Savage goes crashing chest first into the turnbuckle and stumbles off. Warrior grabs a hold of him by the back of his head and slams him face first into the turnbuckle, the near-concussive impact sending the neck of Savage snapping back. Warrior keeps hold of Savage though and parades him across the ring and does the same onto the other turnbuckle. The third turn buckle receives the same treatment and as Warrior walks over to the fourth, Savage appears to be dazed. Warrior slams him face first into it and this time lets go as Savage groggily stumbles out of the corner. Warrior bunks down and focuses in on Savage, patiently waiting for him to turn around. Once he does, Warrior charges forward and nearly breaks him in two with a devastating Rage, the massive shoulder bearing into the abdomen of Heath. Hooking the leg, Warrior makes the cover.

1...
2...
No!

Warrior looks at the referee with an exasperated look, shocked that he hadn't put Heath Savage away. He doesn't let it alter his focus though, instead checking Savage and seeing that he remains incapacitated for the time being, and shifts it to the top rope. Climbing to the top, Warrior makes one last double check before launching himself off of it, soaring through the air and looking to bring everything down onto the chest of Savage. The move doesn't go as planned for Warrior though as at the last possible minute, Savage rolls out of the way and Warrior burns on the mat and immediately clutches his ribs.

Gibson: High-risk, no reward there for Warrior. You had to assume he would've been better off staying on the ground which has worked so well for him thus far.

Xplode: And that's why Warrior will never be as good as I am. Kid's too stupid to realize that he can actually win the match and is instead grandstanding for his daughter locked up in the pen.

Savage growls loudly as he stretches both arms out like a crazy man! He looks up at the rafters, going into some kind of primal trance.

Xplode: Yeah.. this dude is retarded. I cna see what is going to happen next..

Savage, after growling for quite a bit of time, looks down... only to be hit with the Rage by Warrior! (Spear) The crowd cringes in pain as Savage tumbles into the mat hard. Warrior rises up quickly, grabbing Savage by the head and then driving his knuckles repeatedly into Savage's exposed forehead!

Xplode: Told you..

Savage can not even rebound fast enough as Warrior literally tosses him across the ring by his hair! As Savage rolls into a nearby corner, Warrior is already on him, only to grab him around the waist and nail a Colorado suplex! Savage is in agony now as he sits up holding his back in pain! Warrior rushes him, not letting up and kicks him in the spine hard! He grabs Savage by the leg and drags him out of the corner as the fans cheer loudly!

Gibson: This could be it!

With a wrench of the leg, Warrior falls backward! Both of the men lie upon the mat, their legs intertwined into one another! Warrior then sits up and applies the pressure as Savage screams in pain. The War Cry has been executed to precision! It does not take long for Savage to tap out as Warrior keeps up the submission. The bell rings!

Skye: Your winner.. WARRIOR!

The bell continues to ring as Warrior keeps the lock in place! The referee tries to break up the submission and after a time, Warrior finally releases the finisher. Heath Savage is seen rolling in the ring in agony as Warrior looks on, grinning ear to ear!

Gibson: There you have it! Warrior is triumphant once again! He is starting to roll along now!

Xplode: I told you that this Savage kid wasn't worth nothing but a fart..

Savage slowly begins to rise, hopping on one leg. He is obviously injured. Warrior, both hands raised in celebration, sees this. He them gets a running start, nailing the Rage (Spear) once more, this time driving Heath Savage through the ropes and into the steel barrier at ringside!!

Gibson: OH MY GAWD!

The boo Warrior loudly as he looks out at them, his face smirking with confidence. The feed slowly fades out as the camera zooms in on his glare..

[primetime]

The camera cuts to a still image of Immanuel Taylor, standing with his hands in the side pockets of his hoodie. He is attired in his wrestling gear with the addition of a white Nike jacket. A portrait of former general managers is positioned noticeably on one of the walls of the reception area. Immanuel kept his gaze focused on as Mark Rivera’s secretary is occupying himself with the latest menial task assigned to him. A sudden creak emanated as one of the two large wooden front doors of Rivera’s office sprung open.

“Keep me updated on the renovation costs. The boy before me splurged like there was no tomorrow”

“Yes, Mr. Rivera”

Mark shook the hand of the nameless person with a wide fabricated smile on his face. Putting away that fake smile, he eyed Immanuel and nodded for him to enter his office. Taylor did so.

“Ready for your match?” Rivera said while closing the door behind him. Immanuel stayed standing next to one of two wooden chairs as Rivera made his way to his spacious leather chair. “Sit, sit”

Immanuel took his seat as Rivera took comfort in his. The GM office, occupied now by Mark Rivera, is much less elitist than it looked under the command of Chad Kennedy. Many of the cringingly expensive aspects, such as the mosaic portraits and the black vase Immanuel loved to stare at, are gone. Rivera re-sold them and, judging by the new suit he is wearing, must have gotten a good price on them.

“Well? Are you ready for your match?”

Immanuel nodded.

“That’s it? A nod? You’re not going to enthusiastically pump your fist in the air?” Rivera stretched back in his chair, eyeing the still and focused Immanuel, who managed to emanate a very rusty “Yes”. Mark opened one of the drawers and extracted a folder from it, two folders to be exact, one of them which he left in the drawer while tossing the other flatly on the large marble desk. It had “Immanuel Taylor” imprinted on its cover.

“Ok” Rivera put on his reading glasses “Since our encounter last week was short and very unproductive, I’m going to start over with you. First things first, I’m in charge now. Do you miss the boy before me?”

“No”

“Good because he hated your guts” Rivera opened the folder and smirked “Do you want to see some of the stuff he wrote about you in the margins of your application?”

“No” Immanuel’s voice rusty from chronic disuse. Rivera flipped to one of the earmarked pages and zeroed in on something he highlighted.

“Yes, here it is. Immanuel Taylor. 42 years old, is this correct?”

Immanuel nodded. Rivera shook his head as he focused on more of Taylor’s biographical information.

“I have no idea why that boy would hire someone like you, even after you crippled that trainer. Is that correct? Did you really cripple that guy?”

Immanuel nodded.

“Why?”

“Honest accident” Immanuel said before scratching his chin as Rivera took an obvious glance at his scar before scoffing and shaking his head.

“Are you for real? Does a person like you really exist?” Rivera inquired, earnestly and mockingly. “But apparently you do so and apparently you are a serious man so I’m going to be equally serious and get to the point. I called you here because there’s a war going on here. What’s your position?”

Immanuel didn't answer, simply shook his hand. Rivera leaned over.

“By your position I mean are you with the Empire or with the EUW clan? I want a clear answer right now.”

“Neither” Immanuel, still and stiff, slumped a bit in his chair as Rivera continued staring right at him, perhaps even into him, trying to formulate an image on who he is or what his intentions might be.

“Neither? So I can just assume that the possibility of you secretly working with those insects to be obsolete?”

“I’m just here to wrestle” Immanuel’s voice still rusty and even metallic. Rivera continued eyeing him, not letting his gaze divert as Immanuel did not make eye contact with him for more than five seconds throughout this conversation.

“Bullshit” Rivera slumped back in his chair, pulling Immanuel’s folder closer to him. “People don’t come to EUW just to wrestle. This isn’t some backyard wrestling amateur hour. This is EUW. People come here for the fame, the limelights, the roar of the crowd, the glamor of the sport and then they come here for the wrestling itself.”

“Ok” Immanuel’s eyes now met Rivera’s gaze. “You want me to go out and come back in? So we can start over again?”

“No, but I’d like an answer to my original question. I don’t like having an uncertain element on the card during this turmoil. It’s a simple question.”

“I’m just here to wrestle”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

Rivera sighed heavily, removed his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Get out of my office”

Immanuel rose up and made his way to the door. Before he could open one of the two large oak doors, the left one creaked open and EUW superstar Shawn Ashen. His eyes gleamed with hatred as he stared at Immanuel Taylor, both men competing in a match with a close finish on the last edition of Sunday Night Vengeance. Ashen showed no signs of moving so Immanuel made his way to the right door, pushed it open, and exited. Ashen approached Rivera’s gigantic desk.

“What were you doing talking to that freak?”

“I wanted to see where he falls in this war we’re immersed in, Shawn”

“I could buy and sell that freak” emphasis on ‘freak’ as Ashen vocally airs his anger “faster than I can make another million”

“You or I or the Empire will not need to worry about Mr. Taylor. The boy, Chad, seemed to share my suspicion and he’s taken the liberty to do something about him” Rivera opened one of the drawers and took out the folder he had previously hidden. It had “Vitali Khodorkovsky” imprinted on its cover. Rivera handed the folder over to the wealthy Shawn Ashen who reluctantly grabbed it and attempted to pronounce the foreign name on the folder.

“It’s pronounced Ko-dor-kov-sky” Rivera said as Ashen opened the folder. “He’s supposedly an ex-KGB officer. The boy hired him to investigate Immanuel Taylor. It seems he was able to do something right here during his tenure as general manager”

“And he’s supposed to find something dirty?”

“Doesn’t matter. If he does, I’ll leak it to the press and use the controversy as an excuse to fire Taylor. If he finds nothing, I’ll just fire Taylor after his first year is up. Either way, the treasures of this fed will not befall him.”

Ashen dropped the folder on the desk as Rivera snatched it, along with Immanuel’s biography and put them in the drawer together, over each other and linked both physically and fatefully. The camera zoomed out as Shawn Ashen and Mark Rivera began discussing other affairs.

[primetime]

Triple Threat
Immanuel Taylor vs Fallen One vs Scorpion

Gibson: Up next we have a triple threat match as Immanuel Taylor, The Scorpion and Fallen One all go head to head. Your thoughts, Xplode? Who’s going to win?

Xplode: No-one. They’re all losers, they’re just fighting to find out which one of them is the biggest loser.

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: The following contest is a triple threat match, first to the ring, weighing in at 240lb and standing at six foot four is The Scorpion!

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

Skye: Second down to the ring, from Devil’s Hill, North Carolina, standing at seven foot one and weighing 338lb is Fallen One!

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

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!

Skye’s direct and to the point speech when introducing Immanuel segues to several people in the crowd looking on in a confused state of their own. Immanuel eventually makes it to the ring where he removes his hoodie, places it on the steel steps and makes his way into the ring very carefully. Immanuel stands in one of the four corners erect with his arms on either side of his lean, slim body.

Xplode: This boring asshole? I have to watch him now? That’s it. Wake me when it’s over, Gibbon!

Gibson: It’s Gibs- … Ugh. On second thought, I’d be better off letting you sleep.

Xplode: Damn right… Zzz…

The referee calls for the bell to be rung and the match begins. All three men size each other waiting to see who moves first. Immanuel Taylor steps back into his corner, away from the other two opponents. The Scorpion and Fallen One both direct their gaze towards him as Taylor sighs and takes up a defensive stance, accordingly. The Scorpion begins to advance on Taylor and as soon he has turned his back, Fallen One approaches from behind. The Scorpion continues to move towards Taylor, locking eyes with the former soldier before spinning around and with a fierce elbow strike, that Fallen One has to step backwards to avoid. The Scorpion reacts faster though and catches Fallen One in the jaw with a flash Yakuza kick, flooring the bigger man. Taylor spots his moment and steps out of his corner, reaching for The Scorpion’s waist. However, The Scorpion throws back another elbow, catching Taylor’s mouth, sending him staggering back into his corner, where the Scorpion capitalizes by landing a few more elbows to the side of Taylor’s head before hitting a stiff belly-to-belly suplex, bringing Taylor out of the corner and sending him halfway across the ring.

Gibson: The Scorpion looks like he’s out to make a point tonight!

Fallen One gets up to his feet now, rubbing his jaw and staring a hole in The Scorpion as he advances upon him. The Scorpion kicks Fallen One in the ribs on the right hand side and, showing impressive balance, hits a swift kick to the left side, followed up by a sharp jab to the bigger man’s throat. Fallen One staggers backwards again, wheezing slightly as The Scorpion kicks him in the gut, grabbing him and trying for the Lament of Innocence (Angle Slam), but Fallen One slips out of it and whips The Scorpion into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a huge spinebuster to lay him out.

Gibson: Wow, nice spinebuster! That's going to leave a mark!

Xplode: Keep it down, Gibson, some of us are trying to sleep.

Gibson: Can’t you just do your job for once in your life?

Xplode: It’s a guy that gets off on hurting others, a bully and a guy that is famous for almost killing a trainer before even making his debut. At least two of these guys belong in prison, not in a wrestling match.

Fallen One turns The Scorpion over and manages to force him into the Black Scorpion (Sharpshooter). The Scorpion yells in agony as Fallen One tightens the hold, but despite this, there is a sickly smile on his face that says he’s enjoying this a little too much. Fallen One begins yelling at The Scorpion to give up as the fans cheer join in. With his back turned to The Scorpion, Fallen One doesn’t notice as Immanuel Taylor steps up behind him, reaching around Fallen One’s throat and locking in a sleeper hold.

Gibson: Look at that! Two men now in submissions! Who will tap out first?

Xplode: I don’t care as long as someone does and we can move on to the next match!

Gibson: Why bother? You’ll just hate that match too!

Fallen One lets go of The Scorpion’s legs, trying to use his arms to force Taylor off of him and break the hold, but Immanuel’s locked it in perfectly and doesn’t show any signs of budging. Fallen One is fading fast but keeps trying to break out, slamming some elbows into Taylor’s midsection, loosening the grip enough that he can force his way out of it. Immanuel steps backwards, thudding against The Scorpion’s chest. The Scorpion then hooks Taylor’s arms up and hits a dragon suplex, rolling through for a second and then a third. He bridges the final suplex in the chain for a pin cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Taylor manages to kick out in time, but he remains on the ground as the Scorpion gets up to a vertical base, only to be sent tumbling back to the mat by a big boot from Fallen One. Fallen One then pulls him up and lifts him over his shoulders in an impressive show of raw power, bench pressing him before throwing him out of the ring.

Gibson: Fallen One showing his strength there! What power!

Xplode: What power? I can do that with one finger, Fallen One’s trying too hard.

Fallen One then turns to Taylor, who is slowly getting to his feet. Fallen One helps him up and grabs his right arm with his left hand, hitting a hard clothesline with his free arm, he then pulls Taylor up and repeats it a second time. Pulling him up a third time, Fallen One lets go of Taylor’s arm and goes for a third, but Taylor steps out of it, grabs Fallen One’s leading arm and hoists it back around his throat, locking in the Cobra Clutch. He then kicks out Fallen One’s legs, bringing him to the ground as Immanuel drops down too, eventually managing to work into the Perpetual Ferocity (Bridging Cobra Clutch Hold).

Gibson: There it is! Taylor’s locked in The Perpetual Ferocity! This could be really bad for Fallen One! He needs to break that hold, and fast!

Xplode: Thanks for that insight Gibbon. Remember folks, if you find yourself in a submission hold, you’ll want to break out of it soon. Jackass.

The Scorpion is slowly stirring at ringside; he makes his way to a vertical base, leaning against the apron, seeming a little groggy. The Scorpion hauls himself into the ring as Taylor arches his body to increase the pressure on Fallen One who looks to be in agony but isn’t going to tap out just yet. The Scorpion watches for a few moments and then begins stomping onto Taylor until he releases the hold, rolling back to a vertical base and squaring up to The Scorpion. The two tie up and Taylor, being the bigger of the two manages to gain the advantage, hitting a jab to The Scorpion’s ribs before trying to lift him up for a suplex. The Scorpion won’t make it that easy though and uses his weight to prevent it, countering with a snap suplex of his own to put Taylor down. Scorpion then pulls Taylor up and lifts him again, hitting the Eternus Moestitia (Spinning Brainbuster) before covering.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

The pin attempt is interrupted by the giant boot of Fallen One, kicking The Scorpion in the ribs and damn near punting him across the ring. The Scorpion gets up, holding his ribs in time to be met by the Fallen One, hitting him with the Charge of Ambrosius (Running STO). Fallen One goes for a cover.

One…

Kickout!

The Scorpion gets his shoulders up early to break the pin. Fallen One gets up, grabbing The Scorpion by his hair and yanking him up, too. Fallen One throws a few punches first and then lifts The Scorpion onto his shoulders, ready for the F1 (F5). Fallen One spins The Scorpion around and sets him down hard on the mat, standing up and roaring as the fans jeer. Fallen One then pulls The Scorpion back up, looking ready to deliver the Jagged Edge (Sitdown Powerbomb) to end the match. The Scorpion is lifted up and slammed down with authority.

Gibson: That’s got to be it right there!

Xplode: Thank fuck for that. This match is finally over!

Fallen One covers promptly.

One…

Two…

Th- Kickout!

At the very last second, Immanuel Taylor breaks up the pin with an elbow drop to Fallen One’s back. The Scorpion rolls out of the ring to the mats below, breathing heavily.

Gibson: He left it late to break that pin!

Xplode: What? This match isn’t over yet? Fuck you, Immanuel Taylor!

Fallen One is back to his feet quickly and steps up to Taylor straight away, shoving him in the chest. Immanuel Taylor shakes his head, prompting Fallen One to do it again. Taylor tackles Fallen One to the ground with a close-range spear and then rears up, raining down fists upon his torso before rolling backwards and away to a squatting position, pondering his next move. Fallen One gets up and shakes off the attack, running at Taylor to be met by a quick hip toss. Taylor follows up with a kick to the back and sets about locking in the Perpetual Ferocity once again. Fallen One manages to power out before Taylor can lock the move in tightly and gets up, staring down the mysterious foreigner. As Fallen One approaches, Taylor steps backwards and The Scorpion grabs his ankles from outside the ring, holding him in place. Fallen One grins sadistically and charges in with a big boot, almost taking off Taylor’s head.

Gibson: Goodnight, Irene! Taylor’s out of it!

Xplode: Irene?

Gibson: …Just go back to sleep.

The Scorpion lets go of Taylor’s ankles as he drops to his knees, falling to the mat in a heap. Fallen One motions for The Scorpion to get back in the ring, but he doesn’t, so Fallen One drags Taylor to the centre of the ring by his legs. Fallen One then covers him.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Fallen One lets go and rolls to the side, anticipating the interruption as The Scorpion drops an elbow onto Taylor’s chest. The Scorpion and Fallen One then stand to face each other. Fallen One grabs The Scorpion and whips him into the ropes, going for a strong clothesline that The Scorpion ducks under, rebounding off of the far set of ropes only to be caught by Fallen One and sent down to the mat with a powerslam. Fallen One stands up and cracks his neck from side to side, pulling The Scorpion up and lifting him for the Devil’s Demise (Tombstone Piledriver). Fallen One lifts The Scorpion onto his shoulders, but before he can get him into position, The Scorpion begins throwing punches to unsteady Fallen One, before sliding backwards to hit Fallen One with a reverse DDT. The Scorpion quickly covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Fallen One forces The Scorpion off of him at the two count and slams the mat with his fist as he gets back up. The Scorpion brushes his hair back off of his face and lunges at Fallen One, who steps out of the way, catching The Scorpion on the rebound and hoisting him up onto his shoulders for a second ride on the F1. As Fallen One hoists him up, Taylor rushes in with a low clothesline from behind, taking out Fallen One’s knee as he falls onto his back with The Scorpion landing on top of him.

Gibson: They just keep going! Will this match ever end?

Xplode: I sure as hell hope so!

Taylor pulls The Scorpion up and whips him to the corner, holding him against the turnbuckle and firing a few punches into his gut. Taylor then pulls him out and hits a snap suplex. He covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Fallen One interrupts the pin attempt once more by diving onto Taylor with an elbow, forcing him off of The Scorpion. All three men are now looking groggy, but they slowly make it to their feet, panting heavily and staring each other down.

Gibson: You can see the toll that this match has taken on all three competitors!

Xplode: What about the toll it’s taken on me? I feel like I’ve lost years of my life watching this crap!

Fallen One charges forwards, taking out The Scorpion with a stiff clothesline, turning around into a spear from Immanuel Taylor. Taylor then picks Fallen One up and hits a suplex before locking in the Perpetual Ferocity once more. The Scorpion gets up and breaks the hold with a kick to the back of Taylor’s head, before pulling Fallen One up and hitting an explosive Dragon suplex. He tries to roll it around for a second but Fallen One hooks his leg, preventing the left, so The Scorpion improvises with a full nelson face buster instead. He gets up, brushing his hair back to see Taylor standing in the opposite corner. Taylor and The Scorpion tie up once more and this time it’s The Scorpion that takes the upper hand, moving behind Taylor and grabbing his waist for a German suplex. Taylor hooks The Scorpion’s leg and switches behind him, trying for a German suplex of his own. He throws The Scorpion back, but showing remarkable dexterity, The Scorpion manages to flip through the move to land on his feet.

Gibson: Incredible! Who knew that The Scorpion could move like that?

The Scorpion then grabs Taylor around the waist again as Taylor hooks his leg behind The Scorpion’s once more. As the two struggle, Fallen One gets up and runs in, hitting a giant clothesline to Taylor, slamming him into The Scorpion and knocking both men to the mat. Fallen One then picks up Taylor and whips him to the ropes, hitting a body drop on the return. He than stalks his pray and, as Taylor gets up, Fallen One hits a swift knee to the midsection, causing Taylor to double over. Fallen One then grabs Taylor by the throat, ready for the Fallen Angel (Chokeslam). Before Fallen One can lift Taylor, The Scorpion charges him from behind with a forearm. Fallen One lets go of Taylor, who drops to one knee, holding his throat as Fallen One turns to face The Scorpion. The Scorpion hits an elbow strike to the side of Fallen One’s jaw, but Fallen One simply glares, grabbing him by the throat instead. Fallen One then turns back to Taylor, still kneeling and grabs his throat with his other arm, forcing him up to his feet, ready to attempt to hit both men with the Fallen Angel simultaneously.

Gibson: He can’t be serious! This is madness!

Xplode: This is EUW! Anything can happen!

As Fallen One attempts to lift both men, The Scorpion hits a kick to the groin and Fallen One lets them both go straight away. As he hunches over, Taylor grabs him for a suplex as The Scorpion does so too, the pair hitting a double suplex on Fallen One.

Xplode: Too bad, Fallen One! That’s what you get for trying to show off!

Gibson: He should just leave that to you, right?

The Scorpion throws a few quick kicks in Taylor’s direction, before whipping him to the ropes and then nailing a ferocious belly-to-belly suplex on the return. The Scorpion pulls Taylor up once more, hitting a few kicks to his midsection before stepping back and trying to hit a running Yakuza kick. Taylor steps aside in time, grabs The Scorpion’s raised boot and hits a capture suplex instead. The Scorpion hits the mat hard as Taylor lies near to him, clutching his ribs, the suplex clearly having taken a lot out of him.

Slowly rising to his feet, Fallen One surveys the scene. His anger hits an all time high as he pounds the mat before him with a shaking fist! He rises to his feet, grabbing Scorpion by the neck! Easily, he hucks Scorpion unto his broad shoulder and spikes him into the mat with a running shoulder driver! Taylor is seen behind him, kicking up to his feet! Fallen One knows this though and turns around, glaring into the eyes of Taylor!

Both men lock up! Fallen One swings a hard clothesline but Taylor ducks out of the way! Taylor then tries to take the legs out from under Fallen One but F-1 plants his foot down hard! He grabs scoops Taylor up into the air..

Taylor counters by coming up behind him! With a hook of the arm, he uses a hip toss to bring Fallen One to the mat and then kicks F-1 in the back! Now in control, he turns around to run to the ropes for momentum, only tin find himself in the grips of the Scorpion! Before Taylor can react, Scorpion scoops him up and nails the Eliminator (Psycho Driver)!

Gibson: This could be it!

Scorpion rushes for the pin but sees Fallen One coming at him! Ducking down at the last minute, Scorpion uses Fallen One's momentum against him as he flips F-1 over the top rope! F-1, a surprise display of agility, lands at ringside though! Adding the finishing touch, Scorpion drop kicks F-1 off the apron and to ringside! He then uses the bottom rope to launch himself unto the still down form of Taylor and hooks the leg!

1..
2....

Fallen One quickly stumbles to his feet and falls forward unto the side of the ring!

Three!

The bell rings as F-1 grabs the boot of Scorpion and yanks him off of Taylor! It is too late however as the bell is repeatedly rung!

Skye: Your winner.. The Scorpion!

Gibson: Great match by these three here! This could have gone either way!

Fallen One is irate as he kicks a metal chair out of his way and knocks over a nearby ice cooler! Scorpion, satisfied with the victory, heads up the rampway until F-1 snatches a microphone from the announcer's table and begins to speak..

Fallen One: Hey Scorpy?! I know what you did. It's only a matter of time until someone else does too..

Scorpion glares back at Fallen One from the entrance area.. and then exits the arena! The fans boo loudly. In the ring, Taylor finally sits up, disappointed in himself. He slowly stands up and places his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

Gibson: What did F-1 mean by that?

Xplode: I don't know... but I bet we find out real soon..

[primetime]

“Can I help you?!”

Storming into the office, Scorpion glares at Mark Rivera! His long black hair droops over his eyes as he reaches out, breaking the nearby lamp with the back of his hand.

Rivera: That was expensive…

Scorpion: Sinner.

Rivera: Excuse me?!

Rivera: This is what I am.. And so are you.

Mark Rivera leans back in his chair, thumbing a pen in his fingertips.

Rivera: Scorpion, did you not notice that I have a walking problem by the name of Oblivion right now?! Explain yourself.

Scorpion slowly paces the room. Water droplets fall from the strands of his hair. He looks down at the rug as he begins to speak.

Scorpion: A pact was made between us, and I have delivered my end of the blood. Tonight, the deal has been altered, as we now have a trespasser in our midst.

Rivera: Trespasser? What do you mean?

Scorpion: Fallen One knows of Chad Kennedy and our.. Involvement. This could spell trouble for the both of us. The end of worlds is at hand.

Rivera: I see..

Mark Rivera rises up from his chair now and looks out a nearby window.

Rivera: We can not have that now, can we? Perhaps, I may have a plan. As a matter of fact, I most certainly do…

Scorpion nods as the feed slowly fades out..

[primetime]

Kirk Kennedy is seen backstage now, handing a clipboard to a nearby ring worker. With a nod, he sees the worker off as he turns to head towards his office. Sounds of an argument could be heard now in the distance. Shaking his head, he heads towards the sounds until he reaches a locker room.

Inside the locker room, Kirk is surprised to see EUW Pure Champion and Warrior standing face to face! The furniture in the room is in disarray as both men get ready for battle! Quickly trying to diffuse the situation, Kirk Kennedy steps between them. Warrior smirks as he wipes his hair out of his face..

Warrior: Lookie here! The great Kirk Kennedy to the rescue! Good timing on saving this Care Bear here that you call a Pure Champion..

Hearing this just makes Jack Bull even more mad as he lunges at Warrior. Kirk manages somehow to hold the large man back however.

Warrior: Hey Jack, if you can’t get past this piece of shit.. How will you handle me?!

Bull: Listen, Buck. I can’t wait for the two of us to square off at Back 2 Roots! You have no idea as to how much pain that your fat ass is going to feel! I have forgotten more about wrestling than you ever knew!

Warrior: Oh? I don’t think so. You see, I know what it is like to be a World Champion.. Twice in fact. You on the other hand have been a runner up for the duration of your career. How does that feel?

Bull: I will show you.. In three weeks.

Kirk grunts as he continues to hold Jack back.

Kirk: Look you two. Now is not the time.

Bull: Oh, it’s the time. I am about to break my shoe off in this weight watcher spokesman’s ass!

: The Jace finds this.. Interesting.

All three men in the room turn to the doorway where Jace Ambrose is seen smiling. He has a large towel draped over his well defined shoulder.

Ambrose: You know, The Jace could just sit here and watch you both rip into one another, but it would be much more fun doing it myself.

Bull: DO IT THEN! You want some of.. The Jack? Wait.. That sounds retarded. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!

Kirk: You three are to stay away from one another! DO YOU HEAR ME?!

Warrior: Or what? Are you going to fire me? It would be a shame if I had to sign with the Empire..

Ambrose: The Jace thinks that the Empire is just fine.. Without you.

There is a quick silence until Kirk Kennedy suddenly smiles..

Kirk: Ok. All three of you want to get at one another so badly huh? How about this. It will be you three, for Jack’s Pure Title.. In a ladder match at Back 2 Roots. This is a match of stamina, power, and experience. Jace, you bring the stamina. Warrior, you got the experience. Jack..

Bull: I bring the ass kicking. At Back 2 Roots, I am going to go ape shit on everyone of you. Nobody is going to take this Pure Title from me! Not you three.. No one. Warrior, keep in mind that you have never been a Pure Champion before. You want that honor? You will have to go through me. Jace? You better invest in a new face mask. I am about to make you look three shades of stupid soon. Hell.. Buy a mask now! Your face is so ugly I bet that it scares the kids! NOW THAT’S A FACT!

Warrior: Catch phrases.. That never gets old..

The scene slowly fades out as the three men stare at one another.

[primetime]

Hardcore Match
EUW Hardkore Championship
(c) Diabolik vs Jackal

Gibson: And now we get to our next match! This will be for the Hardcore championship! Both of these men are set and ready to unleash hell in that ring!

Xplode: Diabolik is impressive. Possibly the greatest hardkore champion ever. That is saying something.

Gibson: Let's get to ringside, where Skye prepares to begin the match.

Skye: The next match is for the EUW HardKore Championship! Coming to the ring first.. JACKAL!

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.

Skye: And his opponent.. The EUW HARDKORE CHAMPION... DIABOLIK!

As Hysteria hits the speakers, the crowd goes wild and Diabolik steps out onto the ramp. The lights flash red as he walks down towards the ring, ignoring everyone and everything. As he finally reaches the ring, he grins and rolls inside, where he strikes a pose as fireworks go off in each corner.

Gibson: This will be a good one. Let's get this started!

The bell rings as Jackal steps out of the corner and charges at Diabolik who's caught slightly off guard. The two lock up and Jackal takes the early advantage, forcing Diabolik back into his corner before breaking the tie up and throwing an elbow to the side of Diabolik's head stunning him momentarily. Jackal immediately takes the advantage by tossing him across the ring, only to stop and send him flying back into the same corner chest first, and then on the rebound putting a drop kick into his back sending him flying over the top rope slightly and head first into the ring post. Diabolik is staggered once more and this gives Jackal time to bring in some heavy artillery, going out of the ring and grabbing a steel ring step and throwing it at Diabolik who narrowly ducks out of the way as it crashes into the ring mat. Jackal looks under the apron and reaches before pulling out a stop sign. Back in the ring Diabolik appears to have recovered and slides out the other side just as Jackal emerges from underneath the other side.

Jackal looks for Diabolik before putting two and two together and going back under the ring and simply grabbing objects, throwing a ladder into the ring, along with a trash can, a singapore cane and a set of light tubes. Sliding back into the ring with the stop sign in hand he stares across at Diabolik who's come out with a biker chain. The two measure each other up before Jackal picks up the ring steps instead of the stop sign and uses them as a shield as he bull rushes Diabolik. This doesn't work out for him though as Diabolik simply drops to his stomach and takes Jackal down with a drop toe hold that sends him crashing into the ring steps himself.

Gibson: I liked the strategy there by Jackal using the steps as both an offensive and defensive weapon but it just didn't work out for him.

Xplode: I don't believe it's the first time that's happened before either Rock. Pasty white boy, beaver teeth – he probably had as much luck with the ladies as Steve Urkel.

Gibson: This coming from the 'Sultan of Slay' I presume.

Xplode: My reputation is legendary and we'll leave it at that.

Diabolik has the biker chain wrapped around the throat of Jackal as he looks to choke the life out of him, the referee standing idly by as he simply waits for Jackal to make his move. Eventually the man from Houston works up to his feet and runs at the ring ropes before sliding out sending Diabolik flying over them and crashing to the floor on the outside, the chain flying out of Diabolik's hand. Jackal quickly unwinds the chain from his throat before knotting it around the ring rope and leaving it their for a moment as he grabs the ladder he had thrown in earlier. Diabolik gets up from the ground off and looks up just in time to see Jackal flying between the second and third ropes, the ladder in front of him like a missile head, before crashing into him and sending him back down as Jackal connects with the suicide dive.

Jackal is slow to his feet, the move having taken a bit out of him but goes right to work and grabs the chain before grabbing a hold of Diabolik and wrapping it around his wrist before knotting it as well, the chain essentially serving as a pair of hand cuffs. Diabolik tries to rip if off but does so to no avail as Jackal grabs a step from his side and simply slams it into the head of Diabolik, once, twice, three times before he slumps over slightly. Jackal smiles to himself before untying the hand of Diabolik, setting him from but allowing Jackal to maintain control of the Hardkore champion.

Jackal guides Diabolik up the entrance ramp, firing punches occasionally before they reach about half way up. Diabolik is still in a bad position and Jackal looks to take advantage of it. Kicking Diabolik in the stomach, the challenger then hoists him and looks to connect with a Death Valley Driver to the floor below. Diabolik tries to squirm free and manages to get out of the fireman's carry but not off the shoulders of Jackal who simply decides to dump him over the edge into some of the sound and lighting cases below the entrance ramp.

Gibson: You can't teach a man to fall like that.

Xplode: Sure you can, not that Diabolik's needed a teacher to do that. That mother fucker is so crazy he probably does that before drinking his first No Xplode! of the day. Which by the way are available at your local convenience store.

Jackal knows full well that the bump won't keep Diabolik down and instead of going for the pin, heads back to ringside and grabs a table from under the ring before setting it up as Diabolik comes stumbling down the ramp way. Jackal doesn't give him any extra time to recover, grabbing him by the head and throwing him into the ring post once more, before sliding him into the ring and following himself. Jackal presses him into the corner and connects with a set of knife edge chops. Jackal pulls Diabolik into the corner before whipping him across the ring and on the rebound looks to back body drop him out of the ring and through the table on the outside. He telegraphs it though and Diabolik pulls and snaps Jackal to the ground with a swinging neck breaker.

Both men roll to their feet at about the same time, but Diabolik maintains the advantage with a set of knife edge chops before chucking him across the ring. Looking to connect with a clothesline on the rebound, Jackal ducks under and comes off the ropes. So too does Diabolik and both men look to score with a clothesline and take each other out with a vicious double, or so it looks until Diabolik ends up with Jackal in position for a piledriver, having clamped on and hauling him up. Diabolik walks over to the trash can still in the ring before dropping Jackal right onto it skull first and then hooking the leg for the cover.

1...
2...
No!

Gibson: Good Lord Almighty!

Xplode: This is Hardkore ladies and gentleman, don't hide your wives and kids 'cause we're raping everybody, do it because this is for real men only. It's not Jackass, it's not Viva La Bam!, this is entertainment.

Gibson: Entertainment and wrestling on the same program. We were told it wasn't possible!

Xplode: That's what I turned EUW into, so ladies, if you're still watching you know who to thank.

Diabolik isn't shocked that Jackal kicks out and rolls to his feet and grabs the light tube still sitting there and grabs hold, simply waiting for Jackal to get to his feet. Once he does he goes for a home run and cracks it across his skull, staggering Jackal once more and allowing Diabolik to pick him up and look to suplex him out of the ring through the table. Jackal reverses it however, landing on his feet and then hoisting Diabolik up into position for a death valley driver, before connecting with it on the ring steps in the ring. Instead of going for the cover though, he moves the shook Diabolik under the ring ropes and onto the table before scaling the top rope. The crowd looks on as he soars through the air before crashing down onto Diabolik with a frog splash, sending both men through the table. The referee slides out of the ring and makes the count as Jackal hooks the leg.

1...
2...
No!

This time it's Diabolik who barely kicks out as Jackal looks down frustrated at his inability to put the Hardkore champion away. Grabbing him, he slides him back into the ring before reaching under the apron, looking for a weapon. Not seeing what he's looking for, he walks to the other side and lifts up the apron before diving under and coming out with a butane lighter and a kendo stick. Smiling he slides into the ring as Diabolik has slivered across the ring and has the Singapore cane from early under him. Jackal clicks the butane torch and holds the flame up in the air for all to see before putting the kendo stick to it as it roars to blazing. Walking across to Diabolik, he looks to bring the flaming stick down across his head but the blow is parried by Diabolik's own cane, which springs to light as well as he hops up to his feet.

The two begin sword fighting, each blow getting parried as the flames roar closer and closer to them.

Xplode: This is better than Star Wars. Take notes George Lucas.

Gibson: This could get really ugly, really fast though. Look at how close they are to the tube over there that's likely leaking flamable gas.

Rock's words are prophetic as both men end up cracking each other across the face at the same time, and both men drop to one knee, before scoring with another blow which seemingly puts them both out. The ring canvas sparks to light with a small explosion though as the fire from the sticks lights the gas, just as Rock predicted, sending the referee flying off of his feet and both men across the ring.

Gibson: That blast could have killed them!

Xplode: THIS IS AWESOME!

Neither man moves. The crowd is cheering loudly..

"HOLY SHIT.. HOLY SHIT!"

Finally, Diabolik raises a hand and drags himself across the ring. He flops his arm over Jackal. The ref sees this and crawls on his stomach.. slowly slamming his palm into the mat..

1..
2...
.
.
.
THREE!

The fans scream in delight as Diabolik remains on top of Jackal!

Skye: Your winner.. and STILL champion.. DIABOLIK!

Diabolik slowly rolls over as the Hardkore championship is laid upon his chest. To his side, Jackal raises his head now, looking at Diabolik and shaking his head in disgust. He then lets it drop to the mat once more. There is absolute carnage around them..

Gibson: This match did not disappoint! We will be back.. after these messages.

[primetime]

“Roy, you got a minute?”

Stepping into the locker room now, Danny Tenfold smiles as the fans cheer immediately upon seeing him. He is dressed sharply in a pair of black jeans and silk shirt. Grabbing a seat nearby, he plops down and glances in Roy’s direction. Roy Viper is seen seated upon a chair as well, his thick hood draped over his head. He looks solemn, as if his mind is a thousand leagues away..

Tenfold: You know, I received this notice in my locker room this morning. I wanted to know what you thought of it.

Tenfold hands the paper to Roy who accepts the paper and reads the notice..

EUW Pure Title Match
Jack Bull vs. Warrior vs. Jace Ambrose vs. Roy Viper vs. Danny Tenfold.

Viper: Interesting..

Tenfold: Yeah, this seems like a means to have us EUW boys beat each other up. I don’t like it.

Viper: Or, we look at it as a means to secure the title belt into our camp. Ambrose may seem outnumbered, but once that belt rings there won’t be any friends in there. You know, I came here to compete, that takes first priority.

Tenfold: Same here, but we can’t forget the war going on here. It’s going to be hard to focus out there with all of that over our heads.

Footsteps are heard now as both men turn towards the locker room door. Jackal enters the room holding an icepack over his eye. His face is swollen, and there are remains of ash on his arm.

Tenfold: What the hell happened to you?!

Jackal: I made a new friend..

Viper: We’re friends too. I hope not THAT good of friends..

All three men share a quick chuckle as Jackal plops down on a nearby bench.

Jackal: That Diabolik is good. I will give him that. This isn’t over though, not by a long shot. I told Kirk that I wanted to be in that Hardkore match at the pay per view. I can’t wait to return the favor..

: That’s funny, I just added my name to that little match as well.

Yet another voice enters the room as Bane approaches a locker, only to open the door and remove his gym bag. He glances at the other men and smiles a very confident gesture.

Bane: I been busting my ass here since I signed up. I think I like my chances out there. I am not much of the Hardkore type but anything is possible. What’s the worst that can happen?

Danny Tenfold rises up from his chair and speaks with a smile as heads towards the door.

Tenfold: You could end up looking like Jackal.

Jackal looks up at the doorway and shakes his head. Rubbing the icepack against his eye, he responds..

Jackal: Asshole..

[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! Will it be you? Will it be the next man? One way or another, I am reaching the top and ain't NOTHING going to stop me!”

Tyreke Bell swings a gloved fist, hitting the camera feed! The image fades out as a date flashes on the screen..

4.3.11

[primetime]

It is an event that is harmonious with the EUW itself. Now, it returns to enemy territory as the Empire invades the Houston, Texas!!. Tune in as EUW-Empire proudly presents a per view that is the definition of intensity. With the brand battle raging on, Houston, Texas is the staging area for the biggest names in the business to settle the score!

Championships will be defended, stars of the past will return.. And all hell will break loose! Back 2 Roots 2011, April 3rd… you don’t want to miss this.

Call your local cable company now and reserve the program! Or, order your tickets while seats are available! The first 1000 orders receive the Lincoln Daggerson dvd entitled : “Ferocity- My tale.”

[primetime]

Single Match
Christian Stephens vs Jace Ambrose

Rock Gibson: This next match is going to be historical everyone, as we are about to witness the EUW return of Christian Stephens!

Xplode: Well hoo-fucking-rah Rocky. He got fired from McDonalds and came crawling back to his old job! Gee I’m so excited for this one!

Rock Gibson: As always Xplode, your humility is truly inspirational.

Xplode: Glad you recognize greatness when you see it. Maybe you’re not as stupid as I thought!

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

Rock Gibson: This man has been on a serious roll lately ladies and gentlemen. I’d have to say he’s the favorite here!

Xplode: Wow Rocky, you’re favoring the guy who has been active over the guy coming off a hiatus? What wonderful logic! In other late breaking news, the sun rises in the morning!

The arena darkens as "House of the Rising Sun" fills the air. On the titantron are scenes of busy highways and city skylines until the song crescendos and Christian Stephens appears on screen. On stage Christian comes out and begins his trek down to the ring in an extremely overpriced fur coat and finally rolls into the ring. The crowd boo's him but he just soaks it all in before taking off his coat and starts gearing up for his match.

Rock Gibson: I’ll give him this, this man looks better than ever!

Xplode: Win a fucking match and I might THINK of giving him some type of credit!

The bell rings now as the two men stare at each other, each showing some initial hesitance. Despite the respect between the two men as fellow Empire members, each is a competitor and clearly wants to win in the worst way. This is shown when the men finally knuckle up and begin throwing leather at one another. The slightly larger Jace Ambrose gets the better of the exchange, eventually knocking Stephens off balance and taking advantage with a quick scoop slam. Stephens is up to his feet quickly and stops the next flurry with a quick elbow to the midsection. Ambrose slumps over, so Stephens quickly bounces off the ropes and drops Ambrose with a mafia kick to the side of the head! Ambrose goes down, so Stephens goes to his signature moves early and tries to execute the Lionsault! Ambrose is able to quickly roll away and get to his feet in a neutral corner, but Stephens shows amazing athleticism by landing on his feet and simply backing into a neutral corner of his own!

Rock Gibson: Impressive move there by Christian Stephens. He seems to still have everything!

Xplode: Except for an entertaining bone in his body! What is this feeling out garbage? Make the bastard bleed!

The two men once again come towards the center of the ring now and get into a collar-and-elbow, but Ambrose manages to hit an arm drag out of it. Stephens counters though by rolling forward and getting back to his feet, but as soon as he turns around he nearly gets decapitated by one of the trademark Jace Ambrose clotheslines! Stephens goes down, so Ambrose quickly capitalizes with repeated elbow drops, trying to keep his adversary off balance. Stephens soon has to roll away, so Ambrose waits for him to get to his feet before taking him down with another clothesline! Stephens goes down again, so Ambrose quickly executes a big legdrop and tries for the win.

1…

2…

Kickout!

Ambrose is undeterred and quickly grabs Stephens by the hair, apparently trying to cinch him into his cobra clutch slam. Stephens is quick to counter though, spinning out of the move and catching Ambrose off guard with a quick kick to the face! Ambrose instinctively grabs at his face, so Stephens takes advantage by striking with a quick enzuigiri to the back of the head! Ambrose drops to his hands and knees, so Stephens quickly wraps him into a La Magistral cradle!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Rock Gibson: Good back and forth action so far in this one. A surprisingly pure wrestling match between these two!

Xplode: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz……

Rock Gibson: XPLODE!

Xplode: Huh? Did something worth a god damn happen?

Stephens quickly grabs Ambrose and tries for the Rodeo Drive, but now it is Ambrose that spins out of a signature move! He spins out and tries to come back around with another clothesline, but Stephens ducks under it and jumps for another enzuigiri! Ambrose ducks to avoid the move though, allowing Stephens to crash to the mat below. Stephens seems stunned, so Ambrose quickly grabs him and plants him into the mat with a beautiful arcing German Suplex!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Stephens gets to his feet quickly once again, so Ambrose tries to execute his trademark stalling suplex. But Stephens shows off his technical prowess once again by reversing the move into a tight inside cradle!

1…

2…

Kickout at the last second!

Both men again get back to their feet in a flash, but Stephens gets the advantage by taking Ambrose completely off guard with a leg sweep! Ambrose hits the mat hard, so Stephens immediately capitalizes with his standing shooting star press!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Stephens tries to follow up with what looks to be a Powerbomb, but Ambrose quickly doubles the legs and flips over into a jackknife hold!

1…

2…

Kickout at the last second!

Rock Gibson: Good lord! Look at this back and forth action! This is technical wrestling at its finest!

Xplode: Yay. It’s the fucking 1970s apparently!

Rock Gibson: Xplode! This match is a testament to the versatility of these two men! They are showing they can wrestle any style of match!

Xplode: Except for an entertaining one…

Both men begin throwing right hands once again, this time with Stephens taking Ambrose off balance. He tries another kick, but Ambrose again ducks under it and somehow manages to grab Stephens by the arm! With Stephens still a bit off balance from the kick, Ambrose quickly locks the arm and cinches in before taking him down with the cobra clutch slam! Stephens seemingly has the wind knocked out of him, so Ambrose quickly picks him up by the head, salutes the crowd, and drops him with the Amazing Impact DDT!

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Shoulder up!

Seemingly sensing a chance, Ambrose decides to try and end it now by cinching Stephens up and trying for the J-Bomb! Stephens manages to execute a back body drop to counter, putting Ambrose on the mat. He seems slightly stunned, so Stephens decides to try his big move and lifts Ambrose onto his shoulders for the Curtain Call! Ambrose quickly elbows his way out of the move and slides off, bouncing off the ropes for another clothesline! Unfortunately for him though, Stephens catches him in mid-move and jumps forward, planting him into the mat with the Rodeo Drive!

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Kickout!

Stephens keeps up the attack by stomping away at Ambrose, eventually forcing him back into the corner. He charges now for a corner splash, but Ambrose manages to roll away at the last minute! Stephens hits hard and bounces back, so Ambrose puts him down with a reverse DDT! Stephens looks to be out, so Ambrose takes the chance and climbs up top, flying off with the J-Drop!

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Kickout!

Rock Gibson: This is just incredible! What a back and forth match! Both of these men are showing that they belong in the upper echelon of EUW tonight!

Xplode: Win the World Heavyweight Title and we might talk. Until then, neither man is on MY level!

Ambrose looks slightly flustered at the count and briefly complains to the official, but it costs him as Stephens quickly rolls him up with a schoolboy!

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Kickout at the last possible second!

Stephens is the one protesting now, loudly declaring to the referee that he got the win! Finally, he turns his attention back to Ambrose, but gets cut off with a sharp blow to the ribs. Stephens doubles over, so Ambrose quickly cinches him up and holds him high, waiting several moments before dropping him to the mat in his trademark stalling suplex! Stephens is hurting, so Ambrose continues the momentum by executing a perfect side backbreaker! With Stephens down, Ambrose goes up top once again, apparently looking for a second J-Drop! He flies off for the elbow, but Stephens manages to roll away at the last second! Ambrose lands hard on the mat, the wind knocked out of him! Sensing what might be his only chance; Stephens quickly hoists him onto his shoulders and tries for the Curtain Call! Once again though, Ambrose manages to slide out of the move and shove Stephens into the ropes. Stephens turns with the momentum and bounces forward on the rebound…only for Ambrose to nearly decapitate him with a vicious clothesline, turning him for a full 360!

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Shoulder up at the last possible second!

With the momentum on his side, Jace Ambrose seemingly decides that the time is now to end things. He quickly picks Christian Stephens up off the mat and places him in position for the J-Bomb! He picks Stephens up into the crucifix position, but Stephens brilliantly drives his heel as hard as he can into the small of Ambrose’s back! Ambrose stumbles forward from the blow and throws his arm out for a clothesline as he turns back around! Stephens is ready though and ducks underneath it, hoisting Ambrose onto his shoulders! With Ambrose in position, Stephens drives him into the mat, finally landing the Curtain Call! Ambrose rolls towards the side of the ring, so Stephens quickly dives on him before he can escape and makes the pin!

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Foot on the ropes!

Rock Gibson: What a bad break for Christian Stephens! Jace Ambrose was NOT kicking out of that move, but his incredible ring awareness just kept him in this match!

Xplode: Wow, he lifted his leg like a dog taking a piss and draped it on the bottom rope! What a fucking man he is! Tune in next week and he might go all-out and ACTUALLY piss on the hydrant!

Rock Gibson: ……………no comment

Xplode: That’s the trick!? I should have said that ages ago then!

Stephens pleads his case to the official, but it’s all for naught as Ambrose just barely got his foot on the ropes in time! Eventually getting frustrated, he turns back to Ambrose, only for Ambrose to grab him by the waistband and toss him through the ropes to the floor! Ambrose takes the time to shake out the cobwebs now before grabbing the top rope and actually springing over them onto Stephens on the floor! The crowd is taken aback by Ambrose busting out a move they haven’t seen before, but that doesn’t stop Ambrose as he quickly lifts Stephens up and tosses him back in. With Stephens down, Ambrose quickly cinches him up into a tight cradle, looking for the flash pin!

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Kickout!

Sensing his opportunity to finally end it, Ambrose now throws caution to the wind and hooks both arms of Stephens, trying to execute his super finisher called the J-Driver! Stephens seemingly realizes the position he is in though, as he quickly manages to back drop out of the move! Ambrose hits hard, so Stephens picks him up quickly and tries for another Curtain Call! Ambrose again slides down though and hooks Stephens up from behind in a waist lock. He executes a release German Suplex, but Stephens LANDS ON HIS FEET by executing a perfect backflip! Ambrose doesn’t realize it, so Stephens quickly hits a quick punch to the kidneys and hooks Ambrose up into the Sunset Strip!

Rock Gibson: He’s got him! That’s his move!

Xplode: You mean this match might end? GO STEPHENS!

Ambrose flails in all directions, desperately trying to reach the ropes or somehow twist out! He starts to fade though as Stephens cinches the modified dragon sleeper in even tighter, trying to cut off Ambrose’s oxygen supply! Eventually, Ambrose drops to his knees, seemingly going out. The referee walks over to check the arm, but Ambrose manages one last desperation upward punch…

Stephens stumbles backwards, letting go of the hold. Ambrose shakes off the pain and rises to his feet. Stephens rebounds quickly though, as he attempts to kick Ambrose in the gut! Ambrose catches the boot and spins him around!

With a kick in the gut of his own, Ambrose causes Stephens to hunch forward! He then scoops up Stephens and lifts him into place over his head before driving him into the mat with the J-Bomb (Razor's Edge)!

Gibson: HOLY SHIT!

Ambrose quickly covers for the pin!

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THREE!

Skye: The winner of this match.. Amazing Jace Ambrose!

Jace sits up and stares down at Stephens a moment. He then rises to his feet and raises a fist in victory..

Gibson: What an amazing match from Ambrose tonight.. pun intended.

Xplode: Yeah, that was corny. Either way, Ambrose is red hot as he heads into the pay per view. Can he be stopped at all? Are we looking at the next Pure Champion?

The feed fades out as Ambrose steps through the ropes and heads up the rampway. In the ring, Stephens is seen finally sitting up. He wipes the sweat from his brow and grits his teeth in frustration..

[primetime]

“Aye, lad! Tonight, we go into battle against a very powerful man! This TITAN deserves no quarter, I assure you of that! The Machine knows of this well though, and war is nothing more than a way of life! TONIGHT, WE CLAIM VICTORY! THE GODS SMILE UPON US!”

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“Sabora… are you in the present?!”

Brett Cross stands towering over the EUW Champion as he holds a look of confusion. With his mighty hands raised, he tries to gain the attention of Chris Sabora but fins no success. Seated in a metal chair, his hands holding unto a poster, Chris Sabora remains silent. The fans in the arena cheer immediately upon the sight of them.

Cross: What is it that you gaze upon, friend? What causes the Machine to worry?

Slowly looking up at Cross, Sabora speaks.

Sabora: I found this image tacked to my locker. To let one’s own reputation proceed him is a very dangerous thing indeed. I feel the weight of the entire roster resting upon my shoulders, friend. Tonight, I worry.

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Cross: WORRY?! I will watch over you! There is no need to worry at all!

Sabora: No.. I don’t worry for me.

Rising up from the chair, Sabora glares into the eyes of Brett Cross. His face somewhat changes into a very focused look.

Sabora: I worry that I will get carried away out there. I let down the EUW at the brand war, I do not intend to do so tonight as well. The thought of standing in the ring with TITAN excites me. I want to hurt him.. Possibly even break him. Everything I have trained for… all of the years of hard work and struggle comes down to this very moment. I am going to make TITAN look very mortal tonight.. And end his career.

Cross approaches Sabora and places a large hand upon his shoulder..

Cross: To end a career of a warrior is a very bad thing indeed. To end the career of an evil man though is just. TITAN has no honor. He is a blight upon the world. It would be a good thing for you to make sure that he never enters battle again. I will look to the Gods to give you strength tonight, friend. Do not lose yourself in this battle. Victory is ours.

Sabora remains silent a moment.. Until he finally speaks again.

“I shall dismantle him… with earnest.”

[primetime]

The feed switches to another room backstage. Pacing from left to right, Terry Jones grins as he wears a flashy suit. His white hair is combed back perfectly. Seated beside him, Mark Rivera grins as well. On the opposite side of the room, TITAN is seen now shadow boxing and randomly kicking what looks to be a worn down sack of rice..

Jones: This is it, son. All of the hard work comes down to now! Everyone of the men I have trained in the past stood on the threshold that you are at now. I remember at one time, a young Xplode about to have his first World Title reign. He won.. Because he was hungry. You’re even hungrier Billy. You own Sabora. He fears you. He does not want to face you at all.

TITAN hit’s the bag even harder, causing some of the rice to spill out unto the floor below. His teeth grit, as his face glows of intensity..

Jones: You are the next World Champion, Billy. You were made for this. From the start, we told the EUW that you were the best in the world. They didn’t listen. You have systematically destroyed the competition. Now, all that is left is for you to take down their hero. He may be the Machine.. But you are a TITAN! He may be fast.. But you are strong. He may be unbeaten.. But you are perfection. Now, you prove it to the world! Break the Machine. Become a World Champion.

TITAN hit’s the sack yet again, busting it wide open now. He then turns around and glares at Terry Jones.

TITAN: I got this, Terry. I am going to fuck Sabora up.

Jones: Good. Very Good. There is no stopping you.

TITAN: HELL NO THERE ISN’T! Let’s do this..

Turning to face the doorway, TITAN begins to exit the room when Mark Rivera places an open hand upon his shoulder..

Rivera: Remember what I asked of you. I don’t want Sabora walking away from that ring. End him.. Tonight.

TITAN glares at Rivera a moment and then responds..

TITAN: I told you during the fucking Council crap that I was the best then.. But you didn’t listen. Now, you have no choice but to put your hopes in me. I am going to break that fucking pansy in half.. But it won’t be for you. I owe Sabora… big time. Now move out of my way and let me make history..

TITAN then exit’s the room with Terry Jones behind him, leaving Mark Rivera sitting alone. Rivera raises a phone to his ear, and begins to speak..

Rivera: All is as planned. I want you to get Scorpion ready too. When this all comes down tonight, we need to be ready. I have a few traitors in my stable. One of them thinks they are more “Amazing” than they truly are. It’s time we display a bit of power..

[primetime]

The Main Event
EUW World Championship
TITAN vs. Chris “The Machine” Sabora

Gibson: What a night it has been folks! I dare say, this next match may very well blow the roof off this place. We are about to see two men square off in one of the most anticipated showdowns of the year!

Xplode: I have to agree with this. Fans worldwide have been aching to see the next two idiots step in the ring and beat each other senseless. There is more at stake that a gold strap, however. The winner here will not only be the number one man in our sport, but bring control to their respective brands. So in essence, this affects a wide number of people.

Gibson: The challenger, TITAN, has already faced the champion twice already and come up short each time. Somehow, he managed to swing one more shot at the championship. Should he lose again, he will never have another opportunity during Sabora’s reign. That’s a big risk for the big man. Early votes by the fans picked Sabora to win by 74%. Will history repeat itself? Let’s look to the ring as the beautiful Skye prepares to begin the main event! I can’t wait!!

The show pans to the ring where Skye is seen standing. She is dressed in a pair of black tight fitting jeans and shirt that reads “EMPIRE”. As the crowd cheers around here, she begins to speak.

Skye: And now, we begin the Main Event of the evening. It is for the EUW Championship of the World! First, our guest referees. For the EUW brand, please welcome.. Brett Cross!

The crowd cheers as Brett Cross bursts from the curtain. He is wearing a striped shirt with the sleeves ripped off. Heading down the ramp way, he turns to the fans at ringside as they assault him with cheers! He then enters the ring.

Skye: And for the EMPIRE brand.. Shawn Ashen!

The boos are incredible as Shawn Ashen steps into view. He is also wearing a striped shirt, completed by a large cowboy hat. Making his way down the ramp, he smirks as the fans call him names. Once inside the ring, Skye looks at both men and continues to speak.

Skye: And now.. The number one contender for the EUW Championship. Please welcome.. TITAN!

The crowd boos heavily! Heavy drums are heard as the ground shakes underneath the arena. The drums pick up now, being beaten heavily until they come to a sudden stop. Fireworks spew from the ramp way, shocking the crowd now as “Burrito” by Seether begins to play! Stepping into view, TITAN bounces in place. Behind him, Terry Jones smiles ear to ear as the fans continue to boo him loudly! The duo then heads down the ramp way, coming to a stop at ringside.

TITAN glares up at Brett Cross who is meeting the gaze with one of his own. Stepping up the metal stairs, TITAN enters the ring now and steps right up to Cross, smirking evilly. Cross continues to not make one response, his face emotionless. TITAN backs up now and nods in Ashen’s direction.

Skye: And now the champion..

The crowd ignites immediately! The fans stand up and look to the entrance way as “The Sounds of Madness” by Shinedown kicks into high gear!

Skye: The EUW Champion of the World! Chris “The Machine” SABORA!!!

The fans literally go into a frenzy as Chris Sabora steps into view. The EUW Title belt shines under the lights as it hangs over his shoulder casually. Glancing from left to right, Sabora raises the title over his head with one hand as camera flashes rock the atmosphere! After a few moments, Sabora slings the title back over his shoulder and slowly begins his descent down to the ring. He steps up the metal stairs and enters the ring.

Brett Cross approaches Sabora and whispers something in his ear. Sabora does not take his eyes off of TITAN at all, his glare cutting imaginary knives at will. Cross backs away and points at Sabora with pride as Sabora raises the belt one more time before handing it to the timekeeper.

Gibson: There you have it, arguably the greatest champion in EUW history, Chris Sabora seems poised for battle. He looks a bit more cut tonight, doesn’t he?

Xplode: He needs to be. There is only one man in the EUW last year who almost matched his record of wins in the ring. That man is TITAN. Neither of those two past losses will mean shit with a victory tonight. This one is going to get ugly, count on it.

Gibson: Well with two referees for this match, it should be interesting. Both referees will have to stand at ringside for the bout. Should TITAN pin the champion, Ashen will make the count. If it is Sabora who goes for the pin, Cross will come into play. Everything else is shared between the two.

Xplode: Another situation created by Mark Rivera to cause more chaos…

Sabora stands in his corner, emotionless. His eyes glare at TITAN who is seen speaking to Jones and Ashen across the ring. The ring clears out as TITAN turns his attention to Sabora. The fans cheer loudly. The tension is so thick you could literally cut it with a knife! Finally.. The bell rings!

Gibson: Here we go!

Both men slowly walk to center ring until they stand nose to nose. TITAN having the height advantage, glares down at Sabora as neither man makes a move at all. The crowd cheers even louder as both men size up one another. Slowly, TITAN raises his hands and motions for a title around his waist. Sabora responds by motioning with his hands as well, signaling the breakage of bones.

Finally, it is TITAN who lashes out! With a huge fist, he lunges at Sabora! Sabora side steps easily, using a back kick that lands in the tattooed spine of TITAN! TITAN stumbles forward a bit as Sabora swings a roundhouse kick this time! TITAN catches the Champion off guard by grabbing his ankle, slinging him across the ring in a huge display of power! Sabora tumbles to the mat into a roll up before launching back to his feet once more to the delight of the fans! The Machine shoots off of the tip of his feet, only to be caught by a HUGE clothesline by TITAN this time!

Gibson: WOW! TITAN is ready for war isn’t he?

Xplode: He better be. Sabora is far from beaten.

Sabora crashes to the mat backwards and bumps his head hard. He begins to sit up but finds himself not fast enough as TITAN crashes down hard upon him with a large elbow drop! TITAN gets back up and repeats the move once more, this time dropping the elbow into the chin of the champion! TITAN then rolls over and tries to mount Sabora. There is a bit of struggle upon the mat as the larger man attempts to wrap his leg over Sabora until Sabora counters with a Triangle Choke Hold! The crowd cheers as TITAN is caught slipping, waving his only free hand frantically in the air!

Doing his best to regain his composure, TITAN uses his long reach to send a punch into the unguarded cheek of Sabora. He does it again, but Sabora holds on tightly to the maneuver. Finally, TITAN tries it a third time, but this time around Sabora releases the hold and hooks the arm for an armbar! Once again, TITAN is stuck in a submission, his energy being depleted quickly!

Gibson: Great technical wrestling from the champion here. Impressive as always.

Xplode: Yeah, look at his cheek though. TITAN’s strikes did a bit of damage to the champion. You can see the bone starting to swell up.

Holding on to the arm bar, Sabora slowly turns over, applying even more pressure to the shoulder area of TITAN. The fans cheer in approval as Brett Cross slides into the ring, awaiting the tap out! TITAN raises a hand.. And then plants it down upon the mat. His bicep begins to quiver as he slowly pushes both men off of their stomachs and into a seated position! In a surprise maneuver, TITAN powers out of the hold, hooking both of his large legs around the back of Sabora and locking in a sitting sleeper hold!!

Gibson: OH SHIT! TITAN HAS A SLEEPER HOLD?!!

Xplode: Looks like someone was doing their homework this time around!

Sabora tries to counter the maneuver but this causes TITAN to fall backward, still locking in the submission with large powerful arms. With both hands outstretched, Sabora stays conscious as Shawn Ashen enters the ring, awaiting the tap out this time. The crowd cheers loudly now as Sabora’s hands begin to slowly fall down.

Sliding his hands under the biceps of TITAN, Sabora begins to push forward! His chest muscles ripple as his face turns a shade of red! To the delight of the fans, Sabora slowly breaks the grip of TITAN as he counters the move. Once the hands are completely apart, he flings his head backward, busting open TITAN’s eye with a backwards head butt! Both men then break away from one another and perform a kick up simultaneously! The fans scream in delight as both TITAN and Sabora glare at one another. Sabora’s left eye has begun to bruise while across from him, TITAN bleeds just underneath his eyebrow.

The two men circles one another until they lock up once more. TITAN slaps Sabora’s hands away, then brings him in with a headlock! Sabora plants his boot forward and then lifts TITAN into the air with a backbreaker! Both men crash into the mat. Sabora rolls over to grab TITAN’s ankle but TITAN kicks out in a counter of his own, driving the EUW champion backward! TITAN then rolls over unto his knees and tries to stand up but Sabora is on him quickly. This time, he nails an inverted backbreaker! IT doesn’t stop there though as Sabora picks up TITAN once again and brings him face first into the mat with a face buster!

Gibson: Sabora is using some classic wrestling maneuvers out here tonight. TITAN is having a hard time keeping up with the speed of the champion here.

Struggling to get up, TITAN shakes off the cobwebs as Sabora grabs him from behind into a chin lock! Then, he flips over the head of TITAN, snapping the head forward! TITAN bounces forward and then backward holding his head in agony! Chris Sabora rolls over to his knees now, breathing heavily. He looks out at the fans now until he slowly slithers up to his feet. His hands are outstretched as he prepares for the Maximum Overdrive!

Xplode: This could be it. If Chris hits this move, it is over for sure. Trust me.. I been there.

TITAN finally rises to his feet, completely unaware of the stalker behind him. He shakes his head a bit as he turns around, right into the trap of Chris Sabora! Grabbing the head of TITAN, Chris Sabora launches into the air only to be stopped by TITAN! TITAN catches the champion in mid air, spinning Sabora around and tossing him on to his broad shoulders! The crowd screams as TITAN walks across the mat with Sabora on his shoulders! He then spins and lets go of Chris Sabora, dropping him into the mat with his signature move.. “The Hellspin” ! (F-5)

Gibson: What kind of move was that?!!

Xplode: That’s the ace in the pocket for TITAN I hear. He had been perfecting that move now for the last few months, pretty devastating if you ask me.

Still upon the mat, Chris Sabora is rolled over by TITAN and hook up for the pin. Ashen slides into the ring now and begins the count…

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Sabora raises a shoulder!

TITAN sits up and drives his forearm into the exposed face of Chris Sabora now! He does it another time, each strike bruising the champion’s face more and more! He then swings his leg over Sabora into a mounted position for the “Ground and Pound”!

Gibson: NO!! This is what TITAN does! Ground and pound!

Letting all of his weight take the air out of the champion, TITAN leans forward as he drives his knuckles into the face of the champion! Sabora does his best to block by sliding his arms into place when needed but he is still feeling the after effects of the “Hellspin”. Sabora’s head snaps back a few times as he caught with a few strikes. At ringside, Terry Jones is slamming his hands on the mat, calling for TITAN to wrap it up!

Rising up off of Sabora, TITAN smiles as he looks at the damage he has caused! Sabora is upon his back, his left eye completely swollen over. His lips is also busted open. TITAN points to the fans now and then looks back at the champion..

Sabora then grabs him around the neck!

Both men tumble a bit until Sabora is seen mounted upon the back of TITAN! He hooks in a stranglehold tightly as TITAN gasps for air! Once again displaying great power, TITAN rises to his feet with Sabora in tow! He stumbles forward while the champion is hooked to his back, cranking on the submission! TITAN gets desperate, falling backward into the turnbuckle but this does not cause Sabora to release the hold at all.

Gibson: The champion may have this! Can he hold on?!

TITAN tries once more with the turnbuckle, tumbling backwards into the padding. Sabora holds on to the lock with all he has, his face hardly recognizable now. Now spent, TITAN stumbles forward, his hands desperately trying to break up the hold. He drops to one knee, his face a dark red. Brett Cross slides into the ring now, awaiting the tap out!

The fans cheer loudly as Sabora surprises them once more! He flips over the shoulder of TITAN and releases the hold! With a razor sharp snap, he nails a super kick right on the chin of TITAN! TITAN falls backward, completely taken out! Sabora then covers for the pin!

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TITAN kicks out!

Gibson: Sabora is going for any pin attempt that he can. I am getting worried here. He is badly hurt out there!

Xplode: I have never seen him so beat up out there…
Sabora rolls away and spits what looks to be a gob of blood unto the mat. He then slowly rises to his feet. TITAN does as well, only mildly stunned now as he wobbles about. Sabora is left shaking his head as he watches the large man rise yet again. Turning around, TITAN watches Sabora and raises his fists, daring Sabora to meet him in a striking match.

Sabora responds in kind as both men circle one another in the ring, albeit slowly. TITAN swings a hard haymaker but Sabora ducks out of the way. Sabora then counters with a haymaker of his own, hitting the mark! TITAN stumbles backward as Sabora rushes him with a superman punch! This pops TITAN’s head back hard and causing him to continue stumbling backwards! Sabora then backs up and rushes him once more, this time with a flying knee to the face! TITAN literally catches him in mid air and hooks in a massive bear hug! Sabora screams in agony as the large arms bear down upon him!

Gibson: Ouch! Come on Machine!

Sabora desperately tries to break up the hold but finds no room to slide his fingers in! TITAN leans forward now, squeezing with all that he has until a sharp cracking sound is heard! Sabora screams once again immediately!

Xplode: Did he just..??

Gibson: I think so. I heard bones snap..

TITAN continues to wrench on the pressure. Sabora does his best to breath as his he listens to a few more ribs snap. He is then launched unto the shoulder of TITAN! TITAN begins to run across the ring for a shoulder press when out of nowhere Chris Sabora pushes off! In mid air, he twists and uses the momentum to nail the Maximum Overdrive (RKO)!! Both men tumble to the mat hard as Sabora nails his finisher perfectly! Rising up to pin TITAN, Sabora is stopped immediately as his rib cage screams at him! He is unable to take advantage of the impact as he rolls on the mat in pain! Nearby, TITAN lies upon his back, not moving at all!

Gibson: COME ON! PIN HIM! YOU CAN DO IT!

Sabora sits up, as a thin stream of blood drips down the corner of his mouth. He turns over, dragging himself across the length of the ring until he flops over the unconscious frame of TITAN! Brett Cross slides into the ring and begins the count!

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Shawn Ashen grabs Cross by the boot now, breaking up the count! Cross turns over quickly getting right in Ashen’s face! Below, Sabora barely manages to look up as the two referees argue it out!

Gibson: WHAT?! Someone count the damn pin!

Ashen argues that TITAN’s foot is on the ropes to Cross. Behind Cross, Terry Jones rushes around ringside and grabs the boot of TITAN, placing it upon the bottom rope!

Xplode: Oh wow… that’s good. I am impressed, Terry.

Cross turns around and notices the boot on the ropes. He glares at Ashen before agreeing to stop the pin. Sabora stumbles forward, he is hardly able to believe what is happening! He gets in the face of Ashen, shoving him backward! Brett Cross tries to stop Sabora to avoid the disqualification. Behind them, Terry Jones is seen slapping the face of TITAN until the big man finally raises his head. He sees Sabora tussling with Ashen! Shawn Ashen catches TITAN waking up out of the corner of his eye and continues to taunt Sabora, making gestures and keeping the champion busy at the same time!
Gibson: Look behind you, MACHINE!!

TITIAN rolls over to his feet and stalks Chris Sabora. Taking a deep breath, he lunges forward and grabs Sabora around the waist! Effortlessly, he flings Sabora over his shoulder into a hard backdrop! Sabora crumbles into a ball upon impact! TITAN then follows him and lifts the champion easily, planting him into the mat with a choke slam! The fans scream in terror as TITAN wipes the blood from his eyes and stares down at the fallen form of Chris Sabora. With both hands outstretched, he lifts the champion up yet again, planting him into the mat with a thunderous power bomb!

Not letting go, TITAN lifts Sabora up once more and plants him a second time with a power bomb! Finally, Sabora is lifted a THIRD time and driven into the mat with authority as TITAN uses his finisher.. The Devastator (Triple Powerbomb)!

Gibson: NOOOOOOO! Come on, Chris! You have faced them all and persevered! You have to overcome this!

TITAN drops down to his knees and looks down upon the World Champion! Chris Sabora’s eyes flutter slightly until they shut once more. TITAN then leans over Chris Sabora and hooks the leg for the pin! Shawn Ashen slides into the ring for the pin! The fans gasp loudly!

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Gibson: NOOOOOO!

Three!

Xplode: I can’t believe it. The Monster did it…

The bell is rung as the fans let out a shower of boos and heckles! Trash is thrown into the ring immediately, hitting TITAN and everyone else who shares the ring with him. Terry Jones rushes into the ring, his hands waving frantically into the air!

Skye: Your winner.. The NEW EUW CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!…. TITAN!

Confetti falls from the arena rooftop as Shawn Ashen approaches TITAN with the EUW Championship belt in hand. He offers it to TITAN who accepts it and glances down at the gold while remaining on his knees. His face is partially covered in his own blood as it drips unto the gold strap.

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the era of the Machine has come to an end. We have a new world champion. Dark times are indeed ahead..

Xplode: Hey, I think Sabora is seriously hurt in that ring. He isn’t moving at all!

Xplode removes the headset from his head and rushes away from the announcer’s table. He says something to Brett Cross who instantly slides into the ring and rushes to Sabora’s side. Sabora is indeed not moving. Blood is flowing from the corners of his mouth. There is heavy bruising around his ribcage area. Leaning forward, Cross checks for breathing. A look of shock appears on the Viking’s face as he lifts Sabora’s head up. Blood drips unto the striped shirt of Cross as he shouts for medical crews to rush to the ring!

Behind them, TITAN is standing in place as Terry Jones wraps the championship belt around his waist. TITAN is seen smiling big with his arms outstretched. Medical crews rush down the ramp way and see to Chris Sabora!

Gibson: We seem to have a problem in the ring. This is bad, ladies and gentlemen. The dangers in that ring are very real. When a man as physically sound as Chris Sabora goes down, you really see things through with a clear picture. Sabora is badly hurt out there. He gave his all in that ring, even while injured.. But it was just not enough. I hope he will be okay..

Medical Crews slowly slide Sabora unto a stretcher with Cross’s help. Mark Rivera is now seen strutting down the ramp way and into the ring as the fan’s responses become even more louder.. Almost to deafening decibels! Rivera stares at Sabora with an evil grin before approaching TITAN and patting the monster on the shoulder. TITAN raises both hands over his head as “Burrito” by Seether begins to play!

Kirk Kennedy rushes down the ramp way now, looking upon Chris Sabora affectionately! His face is pale from worry as the former champion is wheeled up the ramp way. Brett Cross looks into the ring where TITAN is seen celebrating with Terry Jones, Shawn Ashen and Mark Rivera. This infuriates Brett Cross, causing him to rush into the ring and get in TITAN’s face! TITAN slowly lowers his arms and meets the gaze, not backing down one bit! At ringside, Kirk Kennedy snatches a microphone off of a nearby chair.

Kirk: Congrats TITAN on becoming the next World Champion. Congrats as well on possibly critically injuring a damn good man. Do you see that big Viking on front of you?! Take a good look. You will be defending that title at Back 2 Roots against him in the main event! He doesn’t look too happy with you either..

Mark Rivera accepts a microphone and begins to speak.

Rivera: That’s fine. Meet another person who will compete in the main event then…

The crowd gets noisy as a ruckus is seen in the fan seating area. Stepping through the mass of fans, The Scorpion steps over the crowd barrier and then proceeds to step up on the announcer’s table. He then plops down into a seated position on the table, his dark hair covering his facial features.

Rivera: One way or another… this title stays with us.

Fireworks explode from the stage are now as Fallen One bursts on to the stage with microphone in tow! The fans screaming goes dead silent as he raises the microphone to his lips, gaining the attention of everyone in the ring.

Fallen One: Hey Kirk! I got the information you asked for. Now, I believe we had a deal?!

Kirk Kennedy smiles as he turns to face Mark Rivera.

Kirk: I believe I do. Fallen One will also be competing in the main event for the World Championship! Enjoy that strap while you can, Billy. You don’t have a chance in hell at Back 2 Roots!

Brett Cross glares at TITAN. Fallen One sneers from the stage area and Scorpion remains seated. In the ring, TITAN slowly unhooks his championship belt and raises it into the air. The fans cheer loudly!

Gibson: WOW! You heard it here folks! Fatal fourway for the EUW Championship! Brett Cross, The Scorpion, Fallen One and the newly crowned champion.. TITAN!! This will be the match of the year! We will see you in three weeks for Back 2 Roots 2010!

The fans cheer loudly as the feed zooms in on TITAN. He flips the strap over his shoulder with a smirk as the feed slowly fades out..

Bonus Feature..

Wheeled out on a stretcher, Chris Sabora is brought to the arena parking lot. Medical crews tend to him as he is brought to an ambulance. The fans scream in sadness as he is slowly picked up and slid into the back of the van.

Medical Worker: You will be fine, Machine. We will get you to the hospital.

The stretcher is pushed forward until it is locked into place. On the stretcher, Chris Sabora’s hand is seen slowly rising into the air until he raises one finger. The fans cheer in amazement as the doors are shut closed. The backlights beam red and the van quickly drives away, the siren screaming loudly..

(The Show slowly.. fades out to a close.)