EUW Presents: B2R 2011

[primetime]

The feed cuts in as the crowd cheers loudly. There is only a blue wall in the background as there is no audio noise what’s so ever. The crowd suddenly begins to boo as Mark Rivera steps into view, stopping in dead center of the wall. He smiles brightly as the crowd lets him have it. Adjusting his leather coat, he begins to speak..

Rivera: Hello friends! Welcome to Back 2 Roots 2011! This is the first EMPIRE run pay per view and I really hope it amazes you like it amazes me!

The crowd boos now even louder. The responses are almost deafening. Once the responses begin to die down, Rivera smiles bright once again as the camera zooms in on his face.

Rivera: I will ignore your loving responses tonight, not because I am not appreciative of them because in truth.. I am. I love the way you all react to my every word. It shows that we have synergy! It shows that we have a relationship! It shows that we respect one another! That being said, I would just like to say how proud I am of my dear Empire members. As you all have noticed, the Empire has truly been committed to bringing you non stop entertainment. Of course, the inferior EUW brand has been a small thorn in our sides but nothing more than that. This was proven last week when Sabora departed the company. While I admit that he will be known as a legend in our sport, his physical conditioning obviously were just not up to par. In TITAN, you all have a grand champion who will represent family values! This much.. You could look forward to!

The crowd boos once again and there are a few chants of “Rivera Sucks!”

Rivera: My boys are ready for action tonight. They have worked hard all week in hopes of obtaining victory, and they will. This much, you can trust. Times are changing, one way or another. I ask the entire locker room, even the fans around the world, was side are you on? Soon, there will be no more choices. Everything changes in time. What was once the standard yesterday is now the aged hobby of today. The EUW had it’s moment in the sun, we should remember this brand fondly. Now though, we look to the future, and the EMPIRE is that future. So, without further adieu, I bring you Back 2 Roots 2011! The question is no longer: “Do you want to be a champion?”. Now, it’s simply: “The future is here!”

Back 2 Roots 2011
Live from Reliant Stadium. Houston, Texas.
April 3rd on PPV

The image slowly fades out now as the feed fades to black. Then, a commercial begins to air. A farmhouse is shown as the sun slowly fades in the horizon in the distance. A windmill spins to the side as an image of Jack Bull is shown. His voice says..

Bull: I have worked hard for this very moment..

The image switches to random Warrior clips. We see the fans cheering and then Warrior holding the EUW World Title over his head. His voice now plays..

Warrior: This has been my life..

We see comic book pages now, flipping randomly. A costumed man looks up at the camera with a smirk. It is Dante Holly.

Holly: The nubile have been warned!

Now we see the EUW World Champion, TITAN smashing his elbow into a dusty punching bag. It shakes violently as he turns to the camera and speaks..

TITAN: I will NEVER forget.

Now, images spin by quickly, not letting the viewer really make out any of them. Random EUW stars’s voices are heard in the background as moments in EUW history play out..

Scorpion: This is it..

Fallen One: The stage is set..

Jace Ambrose: The atmosphere is Amazing!

Brett Cross: Let the war BEGIN!

Diabolik: The Hardkore will survive!

Danny Tenfold: We won’t be denied!

Mister Luck: A price to pay for victory..

Dave Markinson: ..is never a price too high.

The images swirl even faster now, showing clips of Mark Rivera and Kirk Kennedy arguing. The logos of the Empire and the EUW are flashed before the viewer until finally.. The screen goes black. Oblivion appears on the screen as he slowly turns to acknowledge the viewer…

Oblivion: The Countdown to Back 2 Roots… ends NOW!

The feed cuts to the arena now as fans are shown screaming in anticipation of tonight’s festivities! Fireworks spew out from the stage area in a distinct pattern, leading to fireworks emitting from above the ring! A banner is slowly lowered now that reads “Back 2 Roots”. As the feed switches to the announcer area, we see Rock Gibson and Xplode looking at the viewer. Xplode is dressed casual, his hair pinned back behind him with a neatly trimmed beard. To his side is Rock Gibson who is dressed in a formal suit.

Gibson: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Back 2 Roots! We are live here from Houston, Texas and without a doubt there is electricity in the air! I am Rock Gibson and to my side is 2 time EUW Champion, Xplode.

Xplode: Nice monkey suit, Gibbon.

Gibson: Hey, I paid a lot for this get up! Tonight is a special occasion for sure as the EUW as well as the Empire prepare to do war! There is a lot at stake here tonight as many championships are being put on the line. Last week, we saw the crowning of a new World Champion as TITAN defeated Chris Sabora in dramatic fashion. Just two weeks away from that very night, he is defending that same title against three other hungry men.

Xplode: All of the matches tonight are main event quality. I can honestly say that we may be seeing the new golden age of wrestling. Imagine if I stepped in the ring and joined them, wait.. You better not. They are good but not THAT good.

Gibson: You know, when I-

The lights dim as “Burrito” by Seether begins to play…

Gibson: It looks like the show is about to begin…

The crowd boos heavily as TITAN appears out of the entrance curtain. The EUW World Championship is buckled around his waist as he bounces in place. Behind him, Terry Jones points to the fans and then to TITAN as the both of them walk down the ramp way and head towards the ring. Stepping into the ring, TITAN yanks on the ropes and then turns to the fans as they toss debris in his direction.
Gibson: Like it or not, that man is the standard in the world of professional wrestling right now.

Xplode: Well, at least for a few hours anyway.

The crowd continues to boo as Terry Jones accepts a microphone, nodding graciously at Skye who is seen looking glamorous as usual.

Jones: Wow, you all are packing the house tonight! What you see here is the NEW WORLD CHAMPION! Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to hand this microphone to a kid whom is quite special to me. He is the future legend of the sport.. TITAN!

The crowd boos even louder as TITAN accepts the microphone. He is seen laughing as the crowd heckles him relentlessly. After a bit of listening, TITAN screams at the fans..

TITAN: THAT”S RIGHT! YELL ALL YOU CAN! IT WON’T CHANGE A DAMN THING! I am the EUW champion of the FUCKING world! I broke your sorry ass champion in half and put him in the hospital just like I said I would! While you guys scream and cry, I am up here laughing. This is just a damn game to me and nothing more. Do you really think that I even broke a sweat a few weeks ago?! HELL NO!

The crowd continues to boo loudly. “TITAN SUCK! TITAN SUCKS! TITAN SUCKS!”

TITAN: That is not why I am out here though. Tonight, I face three other chumps who quite frankly, can’t even hold my jock let alone offer me a challenge. I will have fun with this though. You see, at pay per views I am at my best. I put on a show that regardless of whether you admit it or not, you know you love it. That’s the kind of guy that I am. Look at me.. I SAID LOOK AT ME! I am the most powerful, talented, and skilled champion to ever wear this strap. YOU know it. YOU ALL know it. So fucking get over it. Enjoy the show you twats. Tonight, you are in for a damn treat…

TITAN drops the microphone and sits on the ring rope, letting Terry Jones exit the ring. The crowd continues to boo as the both of them head up the ramp way and out of sight..

Gibson: I think that guys ego is out of control..

Xplode: You think? He has something in common with your suit…

Gibson: We will be right back after these messages..

[primetime]

The parking lot area is shown as Tyreke “Church” bell is seen entering through the backdoor to the arena. A large gym bag is slung over his shoulder as he enters the building. A few fans catch sight of him, causing him to nod in their direction before dropping his gym bag to sign a few autographs. As his large arms sign away, another person approaches, only to find a seat upon a nearby metal trunk. Looking over his shoulder, Bell does not say a word as Roy Viper glances in his direction from under a thick hoodie.

Viper: You must be the new kid.

Bell: Kid? I will let that one go. What are you, the welcoming committee?

Viper: You could say that.

Hopping down from the box, Viper slithers towards Bell until the two of them are eye to eye.

Viper: So, made a choice yet?

Bell: Choice? Yeah I did. I chose to drink quite a bit of water on the way in and now I need to take a piss. Wanna’ move out of my way or do I have to piss on your shoe?

Viper smirks but does not move from his place. Bell sees this as a threat and drops his gym bag instantly.

Bell: Is there a problem? ‘Cuz we can handle it right now.

Viper: No, there isn’t. There can be one though, unless you make the right choice. You see, things are pretty bad right now, I don’t need any new names turning up on the Rivera roster if you catch my drift.

Bell shakes his head and picks up his bag once again.

Bell: That’s what this is all about?! Damn, I think I am going to like it here after all..

Bell then slams shoulders with Viper before leaving the hallway wand heading back towards the locker room. Viper slowly turns around to watch him go but finds his vision blocked by Warrior who seems to be standing in hallway glaring in his direction.

Warrior: Your recruitment tactics need work..

Viper: I don’t have time for this right now. You choose to stay on the sidelines while shit falls apart around here but I don’t. We need all the help that we can get.

Warrior: I know this, that is why I am here.

Warrior approaches Roy Viper and looks at him eye to eye.

Warrior: You were right a few months ago. The EUW is my baby, and I can’t abandon it. I must make a choice. I will choose the side that best suits my needs. That side.. Is the EUW.

The crowd cheers instantly as Roy Viper begins to smile!

Viper: Smart Choice.

Warrior: Well, you know me. I am full of surprises..

The scene fades out as Warrior stares at Roy Viper. In the background we catch a glimpse of the Dogs of War as they are seen shouting at a nearby backstage employee. The employee looks confused, as the chants repeat over and over..

Fusion: DEFEAT DOES NOT EXIST IN THE DOJO!!

[primetime]

(Flashback)

The crowd is cheering as Chris Sabora eyes TITAN up and down. The two men are a ring apart, as the World Champion spits out a glob of blood from his bruised lips. Reaching out, he grabs TITAN by the shoulders and brings him in, only to be punched in the gut repeatedly!

Gibson: OH MY GAWD! Sabora is hurt.. THE MACHINE IS HURT!

TITAN continues to pummel Sabora, breaking ribs with each strike! Sabora finds a way to shove TITAN away, falling back against the ropes due to exhaustion. He takes a deep breath and winces in pain as his broken bones restrict his breathing. TITAN sees this and rushes him hard!

Gibson: Come on Sabora, do it now!!

Sabora somehow manages to gather just a bit more of his wits, twisting his body and starting with the Maximum Overdrive! TITAN somehow breaks free though and lifts Sabora high into the air..

Gibson: NO!!!

Sabora is sent crashing into the mat three times with the Devastator as TITAN covers for the pin! The bell is rung and the championship is handed to TITAN as he is crowned the new world champion! Mark Rivera is seen talking as images of Chris Sabora being placed on a stretcher, he is hurt badly..

Rivera: I TOLD YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH! THE MACHINE IS NO MORE! GET OUT OF MY DAMN RING!

Sabora is pushed up the ramp way on a stretcher as the fans boo heavily, TITAN celebrates on the ring with his new title.

Gibson: I can’t believe it.. Sabora is hurt.. Sabora IS hurt! We have a new champion…. The era of the Machine.. Is no more….

(Flashback Over)

The crowd cheers as we see Jack Bull sliding on a knee pad in his locker room. He glances up as Jack Rodgers, carrying a microphone of course, heads in his direction! Bull looks slightly annoyed as he rips the Pure Title from his locker and slings it over his shoulder, patting it after..

Rodgers: Jack Bull! Tonight you prepare to face four other men for the EUW Pure Championship. Can we hear your thoughts on your upcoming match?

The crowd begins to chant.. “BULL! BULL! BULL! BULL!”


The crowd raises the roof as we see Jack Bull sliding on a knee pad in his locker room. He glances up as Jack Rodgers enters, carrying a microphone of course. Bull looks slightly annoyed as he rips the Pure Title from his locker and slings it over his shoulder, patting it after.

Rodgers: “Jack Bull! Tonight you prepare to face four other men for the EUW Pure Championship. Can we hear your thoughts on your upcoming match?”

The crowd begins to chant.. “BULL! BULL! BULL! BULL!”

Jack: “Buck, I swear to God that one day I‘m gonna do you some serious harm! Don’t you know how to knock?”

Rodgers: “Well I…”

Jack: “Well what? You just come barging in here, come barging into Jack Bull’s locker room. What if I was just getting out of the shower? Huh?”

We hear a few whistles and cheers from the crowd.

Bull: “What if Jack Bull was just getting out of the shower, all naked, when you bust in here with a damn camera crew. I could have been drying off my face Buck. With no towel round my waist. Then what Buck? Then you’d be splashing the Pure Champions, you know, ‘Bulls-Eye’ all over TV,”

Rodgers looks down as Bull grabs his crotch and gives it a quick ‘comfort lift’, the fans cheering on in the background.

Bull: “Buck…”

Rodgers looks up and makes eye contact.

Bull: “Dude, stop looking at my junk. You’re making me nervous. The Pure Wiener is not for your eyes,”

Rodgers: “I wasn’t look…”

Bull: “Just shut the hell up Buck! Now where was I?”

Rodgers: “You were going to tell us about…”

Rodgers stops mid sentence as Bull raises a hand to silence him and beckon for Rodgers to hold the microphone a little closer.

Bull: “WAAZZUUUUUUUUUP!”

The fans in the arena fill the air with screams and cheers, as Rodgers looks on despondent.

Bull: “Now. You were asking the Pure Champion about his thoughts ahead of his title defense tonight? Well I’ll tell you Buck. All you have to do is just stand there, hold your microphone, make sure your shoelaces are tied, your underwear is clean, your watch is synchronized with local time, and shut the hell up!”

Another round of cheers from the fans.

Bull: “See the thing is Buck, once again Jack Bull is on the verge of something huge. Once again Jack Bull is right here at the cutting edge of wrestling. A ladder match for the Pure title, with Jack Bull defending his belt against Warrior, Danny Tenfold, Roy Viper and Jace Ambrose,”

Rodgers: “Uh, Amazing!”

Jack stops and looks Rodgers up and down.

Bull: “… Say what? You sound like you‘re having a fit Buck!”

Rodgers: “It’s ‘Amazing’ Jace Ambrose,”

Bull: “Buck, you interrupt me again and I’m gonna wear you as hat to the ring, you understand that?”

Rodgers nods silently.

Bull: “Actually you know what, I’m glad you brought that up Buck. I’m glad you brought up the whole ‘Amazing’ Jace thing. See about a month ago Jack Bull was standing backstage on an episode of Sunday Night Vengeance talking to Sarah Thompson. And you know what Buck, to show my appreciation for ‘Amazing’ Jace Ambrose I sung him a little song,”

“But it turns out it didn’t make it into the final broadcast Buck. You know why? Because some douche bag technician called ‘Jaden’ left it out of the show! They ended up slipping it into the re-run on Tuesday night, but the fact is that most of America was denied the chance to hear my little tribute to ‘Amazing’ Jace. So tonight, especially for you Buck. Especially for the Back 2 Roots PPV, I’m going for an encore!”

The crowd cheers as Bull snatch's the microphone from Rodgers’s hand and prepares to sing!

Jack: (To the tune of the hymn ‘Amazing Grace’)

“Aaama-zing Jace,
How sweet, the sound,
Of you bouncing off the caann-vaaas!!”

(The noise level in the arena starts to boil up)

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

The crowd cook off big time as Jack stares down into the camera, flinging the microphone back to Rodgers.

Rodgers: “Well Jack, that was very moving. Uh, but could you uh, could you maybe talk us through more your general thoughts on the match tonight?”

Bull: “Buck, listen. There’s nothing left to say. There’s nothing more that anyone can add. Not me, not Jace Ambrose, not Roy Viper, not Danny Tenfold, not Warrior. Everything is set Buck. Everything is in place. Tonight the fans watching on here live in Houston and at home on TV will finally see the match they’ve all been waiting three weeks for,”

“Jack Bull, the Worlds leading distributor, OF ASS KICKING (pop from the crowd), will take to that ring as the Pure Champion along with four guys, maybe three, depending on whether they can wheel Warriors elderly ass to the match in time, and Jack Bull will walk out again as the Pure champion,”

“We’ve seen it time and time again Buck! People keep doubting Jack Bull. People keep betting against Jack Bull. People keep saying my time is up Buck, and every time, EVERY DAMN TIME BUCK, Jack Bull proves those people wrong! Every time Buck!”

“Tonight will be no different. If you’re watching at home right now, pick up the phone, call your damn sports betting agent right this minute and stick the children’s college fund on Jack Bull to win! I guaran-damn-tee it Buck! Once again Jack Bull will beat the odds. Once again Jack Bull will beat the doubters! And once again Jack will be kicking ass and taking names!”

“AND THAT’S A FACT! ASSHOLES!”

The crowd erupts in cheers as the Pure champion barges past Rodgers and out of the locker room.

[primetime]

Triple Threat Match
London Strife vs Chris Stephens vs Tyreke "Church" Bell

Gibson: We’re kicking off Back 2 Roots 2011 with two new faces to the EUW and the recently returned Christian Stephens. He’ll be facing Tyreke “Church” Bell and London Strife, two talented newcomers to the company that are sure to go far, don’t you agree Xplode?

Xplode: Am I supposed to care about two rookies and the unimpressive Christian Stephens? I don’t give a crap about these guys; I want to see title matches and Hell in a Cell fights, not this shit.

Gibson: You’re always a class act, Xplode, these rookies are looking to make names for themselves, they fight with the same tenacity and desire as any champion!

Xplode: Bullshit! They fight like rookies and make mistakes! If they could fight like a champion they would be competing for a belt! Do you even listen to half the crap you come out with?

Skye: The following contest is a triple threat match, your first entrant, making his debut tonight and weighing in at 168lb, from Baltimore, Maryland… TYREKE “CHURCH” BEEEEEEEEEEELL!

The lights in the arena dim as "Can't Be Touched" by Roy Jones Jr begins to play. As the first words hit the speaker, Church Bell emerges from the curtain wearing a purple boxing robe, intricately trimmed in yellow; the back containing Baltimore's crest inside of a bell shape. He keeps his head down and steadily walks to the ring, soaking in the crowd's reaction and preparing for another fight.

Skye: Also making his debut tonight, weighing 180lb and hailing from Manhattan, New York… LONDON STRIFE!

“Lights and Sound” by Yellowcard begins to play over the PA system, the fast-paced song drawing a positive reaction from the crowd. As London Strife walks out from behind the curtains, the cheering reaches a fever point. Grinning at his fans, Strife walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the front row fans as he makes his way towards the ring. Once at the ring, Strife pulls himself up onto the apron and gets into the ring. Walking to his corner of the ring, Strife gets up and poses on the second rope facing the crowd as he is introduced to the crowd.

Skye: And the final competitor, weighing 225lb, from Los Angeles, California, MR. L.A. CHRISTIAN STEPHENS!

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.

Xplode: Right, everyone’s here, let’s just get this over with!

Gibson: Come on, Xplode, it’s Back 2 Roots 2011, one of the most important dates on the EUW calendar! Can’t you be a little more excited?

Xplode: Well, I do need to pee. Is that excited enough for you, Gibbon?

The referee calls for the bell and the first match of the night begins. All three men stand in their respective corners, Tyreke and London are watching cautiously, waiting for an opening, whilst Stephens instead elects to raise his arms in the air, causing the crowd to start jeering. Tyreke and London, both a little unfamiliar with this, having trained to fight, not to taunt, watch Stephens with bemused looks on their faces. Stephens continues to mock his opponents, motioning to himself arrogantly, telling them that they’re not in his league. He even goes as far as to turn his back and face the fans as the jeering only grows louder. Strife watches on, still unsure, but Tyreke has had enough of it and walks up to Stephens, tapping him on the shoulder. Stephens turns around and smiles at Tyreke, telling him to wait until he’s finished. Tyreke shrugs it off and throws a vicious left into Stephens’ kidney, bringing Mr L.A. to his knees, allowing Tyreke to follow up with a right to the temple. Stephens slumps to the ground.

Gibson: What a punch! In case anyone didn’t know, they’ll know it now – Tyreke Bell is a former boxer, so he knows his stuff!

Xplode: Got to admit, that looked pretty lethal. Maybe this “Church” kid isn’t so bad after all.

Tyreke then turns to face London Strife and the two men step towards each other, meeting in the center of the ring. Tyreke throws a cautious right fist towards Strife that is easily avoided; Bell throws a few more exploratory punches, trying to assess Strife’s ability. Bell then steps back, as if inviting Strife to attack him instead. Strife tests the water with a few punches that Bell evades, speeding up and hitting a few more strikes that Bell blocks with a textbook boxing guard, lowering the guard slightly as Strife steps back, before catching him off-guard with a roundhouse kick, knocking Tyreke back. Strife then charges in with a roaring elbow, knocking Tyreke to the mat, mounting him and laying down a barrage of elbow strikes.

Tyreke has his arms up, trying to shield his head, but Strife continues peppering his forearms with strikes, before rolling back off of him and back to a vertical base. Tyreke sits up, shaking his head before getting up too, a slight smile on his face as he knows he’s got a challenge here. Strife tries to hit another roundhouse kick, but Tyreke ducks under it, getting up close with Strife and hitting some powerful fists to either side of his skull. Unlike before, Tyreke is serious now, hitting the fists with far more power and speed than before, as Strife can only attempt to block each one. Bell switches and starts hitting a few body blows to Strife’s exposed ribs now and as soon as Strife moves to try to block the body blows, Bell hits a strong left fist to the skull, knocking Strife back, before hitting a brutal European uppercut, sending Strife to the mat.

Gibson: What a shot! Strife could be out of it!

Tyreke moves to cover Strife, looking for the pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

At the count of two, the pin attempt is interrupted by Christian Stephens hitting an elbow to the back of Tyreke. Stephens pulls Bell up angrily, hitting a few knees to his midsection and then busting out a snap suplex. Bell hits the mat hard, his boxing training clearly never taught him how to take a suplex and he arches his back in pain as he lies on the mat. Stephens then rushes at the ropes, bouncing back with a Lionsault, covering for a pin.

One…

Kickout!

Tyreke kicks out quickly, showing that it will take a fair bit to keep him down for a three count. Tyreke rolls over and gets to his feet, staring down Stephens, who is also getting up. Stephens then holds out both arms, inviting Bell to a test of strength. Bell, some three inches and fifty pounds lighter is reluctant at first, but takes hold of Stephens’ left hand, reaching up towards his right, but instead hitting a strong right hand to Stephens’ cheek, knocking him back, he staggers and drops to one knee. Bell is still holding his arm though and pulls him back up, hitting another punch and then pulls him up a third time, whipping him to the ropes. Stephens bounces off of the ropes and Bell hits a powerslam. He covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Stephens kicks out at the two-count and slowly gets up, facing Tyreke as London Strife begins to stir in the back. Tyreke grabs Stephens, pulling him up and hitting a few sharp jabs, whipping him to the nearest turnbuckle and then elbowing him in the face. Stephens slumps to the floor, sat in the corner and Bell goes to work, stomping the hell out of him.

Gibson: This young Tyreke Bell certainly looks like a contender, he’s showing an aggression that you don’t see every day. I’m impressed!

Xplode: It’s going to take more than a few punches to impress me. This is wrestling, not boxing and once Tyreke starts fighting real opponents, he’ll get demolished if this is all that there is to him.

At the referee’s request, Tyreke stops and steps back to the center of the ring, away from Stephens. Tyreke raises one fist in the air and is met by some cheering from the crowd, clearly impressed by the rookie’s tenacity. He turns around just in time to take an elbow to the face as London Strife connects with a roaring elbow.

Tyreke gets up, clutching his head as he tries to shake the blow off. London measures him and spins around for a roundhouse kick, but Tyreke sees it coming and ducks under it, hitting out with a sharp body jab that Strife narrowly avoids by stepping back. Strife then tries to hit an elbow strike, but Tyreke gets his forearm up to block it, launching a fierce right hook. Strife leans back and the fist just grazes the tip of his nose as he falls back, sweeping Tyreke’s legs as he does so, knocking him down. Strife quickly leaps across onto Tyreke, grabbing his arm and wrenching it into a cross armbreaker, looking for the submission.

Xplode: Great. Submission wrestling. That’s really going to entertain the fans(!)

Gibson: I think it shows a degree of skill! London Strife has demonstrated some impressive strikes and now he’s going for the submission to try to finish his opponent. It’s a good strategy from the newcomer!

Tyreke yells out in agony, submissions are another part of wrestling that he’s very new to and Strife has the armbreaker locked in tight, trying to force the submission. Tyreke reaches around with his free arm, trying to hit a few punches to whatever parts of Strife’s body he can reach in an attempt to break the hold. Tyreke struggles in vain, but Strife shows no signs of letting go as Tyreke punches his legs and ankles as Tyreke looks to be weakening. Strife then arches his back, wrenching harder. As Tyreke looks about ready to tap, he is saved by the arrival of Christian Stephens, who drops a leg onto Strife, forcing him to release the hold.

Stephens then pulls Strife up and sends him to the ropes, hitting a swinging backbreaker. Stephens spots Bell slowly getting to his feet and, as Tyreke is on one knee, he charges in to connect with an enzuigiri sending Tyreke back to the mat. Stephens covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Tyreke, clearly accustomed to taking shots to the head, manages to get his shoulders up at the last second to break the pin. Stephens looks furious, convinced it was a slow count from the referee but he pulls Tyreke up to his feet, signaling for the Curtain Call. Stephens hoists Tyreke onto his shoulders, nodding smugly as he pauses for a moment. Stephens then hits the Curtain Call [The Wasteland] and hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Kickout!

The pin attempt is quickly interrupted by London Strife, hitting a few stomps on Christian Stephens, before pulling him up and hitting a roaring elbow, knocking him down. Strife backs up, waiting for his chance as both Stephens and Tyreke slowly get up. Tyreke is holding his ribs, whilst Stephens is holding his jaw. Strife grabs Tyreke, trying to whip him to the ropes but Tyreke reverses it, whipping Strife instead. Tyreke then steps back as Strife rebounds off the ropes, hitting a handspring roundhouse kick on Stephens instead, sending “Mr. L.A.” crashing to the mat.

Tyreke and Strife then tie up and Strife takes control with a few knees to the ribs of Tyreke, he then pushes him to the ropes, holding him in place to connect with a big chop to Tyreke’s chest that gets a pop from the crowd. Tyreke clutches his chest, still stinging from the strike as Strife measures him for an attack. Strife then launches a roundhouse kick, knocking Tyreke to the ground. Strife covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Gibson: What’s it going to take to keep one of these three down long enough for a pin?

Xplode: It begins with “wrest” and ends in “ling”. All of this martial arts nonsense has gotten old fast! Bring back the powerbomb!

Strife decides that he’s not going to get much joy out of pinning Tyreke, so he grabs his arm and locks in a cross armbreaker again, looking for the submission.

Xplode: Aw, shit. Bring back the punches!

Stephens breaks up the submission attempt early on, grabbing Strife and hitting a boot to the midsection, before hoisting him onto his shoulders and hitting a powerbomb and immediately following through into a Texas Cloverleaf as Strife yells in pain.

Xplode: That’s a bit more like it! Fuck him up, Stephens!

Gibson: Stephens showing a dangerous mix of strength and skill there. A powerbomb to weaken his opponent and the cloverleaf to really hurt them!

Tyreke gets up, holding his arm and his ribs now, looking rather a lot worse for wear. He watches as Stephen holds in the Cloverleaf before breaking it up with a running elbow strike to the back of Stephens’ head. Stephens lets go and staggers forwards, holding his head as he turns around to glare at Tyreke. Stephens looks angry now and swings a punch at Tyreke, but the former boxer takes up the Philly Shell stance, blocking the punch with his shoulder and countering with a shot of his own, smacking Stephens in the jaw and drawing blood.

Xplode: That’s more like it! Make him bleed more!

Gibson: Stephens could be seriously injured and you’re just cheering for more blood? He could have a broken jaw or anything!

Xplode: When you get in that ring, you put your body on the line. People get hurt and I love to see it happen! This is entertainment!

The referee checks on Stephens, who is clearly suffering, but he says he won’t give up. Tyreke takes a moment to catch his breath as Strife gets up. The pair then start exchanging powerful strikes once again, each man blocking or evading the other’s strike, neither man able to land a decisive blow. They both take a step back as London turns for another roaring elbow, whilst Bell goes for a roaring elbow of his own. Both men lead with their elbows and they connect, an almost sickening noise echoing around the arena as they do.

Gibson: Did you hear that? Both men could have broken their elbows just now!

Tyreke and London roll around on the mat, each man clutching his elbow, crying out in anguish as the referee checks on them both. Christian Stephens gets to his feet, spitting out blood and holding his jaw as he surveys the scene in front of him. He pulls Tyreke to his feet and throws him to the turnbuckle, charging in with a leaping leg lariat to knock Tyreke down. Stephens then turns his attention to Strife, pulling him up and grabbing him for the Rodeo Drive [Side Effect], hitting the move hard and going for the cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

London Strife manages to get his leg onto the bottom rope at the last possible moment to break the pin count, much to Stephens’ chagrin. He yells in frustration and gets up, pulling Strife up too, signaling for the Curtain Call. Stephens lifts him onto his shoulders, but Strife drops out of the back and hits a low clothesline to the back of Stephens’ knees, taking him down. Strife then rolls to his feet as Stephens gets up. Strife grabs Stephens, grappling him just long enough that Tyreke starts to rise up the corner. Strife then pushes Stephens back towards Tyreke, letting go just as Tyreke hits a stiff shot to the small of Stephens’ back. Stephens drops to his knees and Strife duly obliges with an enziguiri to lay him out.

Gibson: I can’t see Stephens getting back up this time, but which man will capitalize with the pin?

Tyreke and Strife stare each other down, locking up once again.

Strife is first out of the gate as he rushes Tyreke hard, betting everything. Tyreke uses the momentum though, ducking down and pulling the top rope with him! This causes Strife to sail over him and over the top rope as well! Crashing to the ringside area, Strife is stunned.

Tyreke stands up now, taking a deep sigh of relief. Behind him, Stephens struggles to his feet as well, looking to capitalize on the moment! He grabs Tyeke and spins him around! As the crowd cheers, Tyreke manages to counter the attempt by slapping Stephen’s hands away! He then proceeds to nail his finisher, Rock The Bells! (Hearth Punch STO). Stephens lands flat on his back as Tyreke rolls over him, hooking the leg!

1..
2.…
THREE!

Gibson: WOW! IMPRESSIVE!

The crowd cheers as Bell stands up, his hand raised in victory! His theme song starts up as the fans cheer loudly!

Xplode: Hell of a way to debut. Welcome to the EUW, kid!

Gibson: To think, we are just getting started!

The scene fades as we see Bell celebrating in the ring..

[primetime]

“Alright, Billy. Now let’s get some squats in..”

The crowd boos loudly as the current World Champion, TITAN is shown. He is doing squats in the center of the Empire locker room as Terry Jones holds a stop watch. The EUW World Championship is slung over Jones’s shoulder as he focuses on his client. As the fans continue to voice their displeasure, two more men walk by with title belts of their own. The Las Vegas Commission pays TITAN no mind as they stroll by confidently. On accident, Mister Luck bumps Jones slightly, causing the World Title to slip off of his shoulder and fall to the floor. Instantly, TITAN shoots up to his feet and towers over Luck. Luck does not back down at all as his partner Dave Parkinson slowly approaches from behind..

Jones: Alright boys, we are on the same team here.

Luck: I don’t think your boy realizes that. It might be wise to have him settle down before he gets hurt. We wouldn’t want him going into the main event with a limp..

TITAN steps forward to lunge at Luck but is gripped around the arm by Terry Jones. TITAN looks at Dave and Luck one more time and then begins to laugh before turning around to resume his work out. Frustrated at the response, Luck questions TITAN now..

Luck: What’s so funny, big man?

TITAN: You. Look at you, trying to get brave with me when you know that I can rip your fucking head off! I am the only hope you have of anyone giving a shit about the both of you! Be a good boy, and go fetch me some water. That’s the least that you can do for me associating with you and putting you both over…

Luck: WHAT?! Do you know who we are?!!

TITAN: NO! No one else does either! That’s the problem! Now, I am starting to get pissed off and to be honest, I could use a good work out before my match tonight. Get out of my face before I break YOURS!

Luck begins to walk away when Dave suddenly whispers something in his ear. Smiling and nodding, Luck turns around and interrupts TITAN once again..

Luck: You know, it’s funny. You are supposed to be our leader and yet none of us have seen you handle the leader of the EUW!

Frustrated now, TITAN stands up once more.

TITAN: Did you not see what the fuck I did to Sabora?! What about what I did to Cross?! Maybe we outta’ see what I can do with you?

Luck backs up a bit smiling.

Luck: You know as well as I do that neither of those men are the true leader of the EUW. Unlike you though, we are not afraid to handle business for the Empire. The Las Vegas Commission.. Are going to put down the Big Dog, Oblivion!

TITAN (Laughing.): Serious? You two jokers think that you could handle Oblivion?! That’s fucking rich. You go right ahead. This should be funny..

Luck: Oh it will be funny alright. We are going to take apart the EUW at it’s core by bringing down their ACE in the sleeve… and I know about Aces. Then, people will know who the brains in this operation is. It certainly isn’t some walking albino gorilla named TITAN!

TITAN lunges forward but is held back by Terry Jones once more. Mister Luck laughs as Dave pats him on the back. The two of them walk out of the locker room leaving TITAN fuming with rage..

[primetime]

The crowd is still cheering as the feed switches to another area, backstage. The tattered EUW Hardkore Title is slung over his shoulder as he approaches a hallway. Removing the title from his shoulder, he stares down at it a moment.. And smirks.

Diabolik: I am the Hardkore Champion, yet I get stuck with this thrown together title? Let’s see what we can do about that..

Suddenly, Diabolik grips the title with both hands and proceeds to bash it against the corner of a wall over and over. He then grabs a nearby hammer and proceeds to pound upon the large metal plate in the center of the strap, chipping it in various places. After a few more strikes, Diabolik then picks up the strap and stares at his handiwork. Satisfied now, he begins to clip it around his waist with a large smile. Catching the attention of Sarah Thompson, he finds himself no longer alone as she approaches him with an odd look upon her face.

Sarah: Are you okay?

Diabolik: Never better, why?

Sarah: You were destroying your title belt! It’s…

Diabolik: Absolutely stunning. This is the type of belt a hardcore champion would be proud to wear. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a title defense to handle. If you are going to head to ringside, I would bring a set of goggles. Things are going to get bloody…

Diabolik then walks away, leaving Sarah Thompson standing in stunned silence. As he leaves the feed, a large piece of metal falls off the Hardkore strap. Diabolik smiles and walks away..


(Elsewhere)


The feed now begins to pan over the sold out crowd at Back 2 Roots, being held in the Reliant Stadium in Houston, Texas. The die-hard EUW fans look up at the camera and jump around in an attempt to get themselves noticed by the camera. Suddenly however, a shot of the Reliant Stadium parking lot fades in on the screen. In the distance a roar of an engine is heard, and a matte black Audi TT speeds into the lot, quickly coming to a screeching halt. The camera cuts to a picture of the bottom of the drivers’ side door and we see the matte black door swing open. A pair of grey Nike SB sneakers step out onto the parking lot concrete. A small sigh is heard from the driver as he closes the door and steps out of shot, possibly making his way into the building.


Gibson: What is this?

Xplode: No clue but I will say this. I like his shoes..

[primetime]

The camera cuts backstage to the general locker room where many of the EUW active wrestlers, some famous and some notoriously so, usually linger when they’re not assaulting each other ferociously in the four sided ring. The general locker-room is mostly empty now, aside from the few wrestlers keeping to themselves, finding privacy in a general locker-room setting. Immanuel Taylor was one of the sparsely positioned wrestlers, each as far from each other as possible. Taylor was already in his ring gear and was in the process of beginning his customary pre-match warm up when Diabolik walked into the locker-room, not bothering to knock the open door. He eyed the aloof Immanuel and made his way to him.

“You got a minute?”

Immanuel looked up, he was in the middle of awkward stretching, and simply stood there gazing at the patient Diabolik. Both men stood, face to face, gazing at each other. There was no hostility, no animosity, nothing acrid of that sort. Just simple gazing.

“Well? I’m assuming that silence means you have a minute?”

No answer from the still Immanuel. Diabolik sighed. The incumbent champion had his belt fastened comfortably around his waist and had no qualms about showing it off, it was there for everyone and anyone to witness. Immanuel held his ground, kept that empty gaze going, as Diabolik shot that gaze back.

“The quiet type, aren’t you? I bet you are”

“What do you want?”

“Look, I’m not here to pull any threats or macho gestures. No. I’m here because I want us to be on the same page. I’ve been hearing things about you, about that EUW trainer you crippled, about how you pissed off both Chad Kennedy and Mark Rivera in your first meeting with them. I even took a little peak at your bio, mate. Now, I don’t know what’s in your head and I don’t care. I just want to be clear that if you try anything extreme in that Hardkore match, like trying to cripple me, then I will kill you. You can view that figuratively or literally.”

An interlude of silence, now much more hostile, as Immanuel and Diabolik simply stared at each other. Immanuel simply turned around and continued his pre-match warm-ups as Diabolik shook his head and muttered “fucking unbelievable” before making his way out of the locker-room. Diabolik walked down the hallway and passed by an EUW employee escorting a well-dressed man down the hall.

“Are you sure Mr. Rivera is expecting you?”

“Yes”

“I mean, I’m asking because Mr. Rivera usually doesn’t go through these things. What did you say your name was, again?”

“Vitali. Vitali Khodorkovsky” Vitali said as the faceless EUW employee, a frail man in his youth, eyed the tattoos on Vitali’s knuckles and the Dollar sign one between his thumb and index finger. They eventually reached to Rivera’s office, where he was already outside conversing with EUW’s budget manager. Both Vitali and the young employee stood firmly, the young employee not wanting to disturb his occupied employer. Vitali eventually cleared his throat, cleared it quite loudly, and Rivera put down the budget report and looked back.

“Yeah, give me a minute” Rivera said before taking out a ticket from the inner pocket of his suit’s jacket and approaching Vitali, offering both his hand and the ticket. Vitali reluctantly shook one and took the other. “Ivan, just in time. The fatal four way is up next. I got someone to reserve your seat for you. Row 2, Section C. Guy in the yellow company shirt. Show him your ticket and he’ll leave. ”

Vitali ignored the stereotypical “Ivan” smear and nodded, a strong and powerful nod. Rivera added in a “Enjoy the Show” comment to his earlier rapid speech. Vitali didn’t bother making eye contact. He turned around and made his way to the crowd audience, escorted by the same young and frail employee.

[primetime]

(EUW HardKore Championship)
Hardkore Battle Royal
(c) Diabolik vs Jackal vs Bane vs Immanuel Taylor

Rock Gibson: Now fans, we have what could be the most brutal contest of the evening, a Hardkore battle royal for the EUW Hardkore Championship!

Xplode: About damn time Rocky! I want to see some of these fuckers bleed!

Rock Gibson: Ahem, we have the champion and Hardkore legend Diabolik taking on the challenge of Jackal, Bane, & Immanuel Taylor! It’ll definitely be tough to call…and possibly harder to watch.

Xplode: Oh stop being such a pussy Rock! Time for some blood and guts!

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

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Hardkore battle royal for the EUW Hardkore Championship! Introducing first from the state of Florida, weighing in tonight at 240 pounds and standing 6’4…BANE!

Rock Gibson: Bane looks focused tonight.

Xplode: Asshole better be if he wants to get out of here alive!

Things continue as the lights in the arena become different shades of red, a red fog rises from the floor, and "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: His opponent, hailing from the 2nd circle of hell! He weighs 225 pounds and stands 6’2, he is…JACKAL!

Rock Gibson: And now we have participant number two in Jackal, a man that is certainly no stranger to a Hardkore environment!

Xplode: Too bad he IS a stranger to winning matches Rocky!

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 6’6. 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: Jesus, not this boring fuck again! Screw this; I’m going for nachos…

Rock Gibson: Xplode! Do your damn job!

Xplode: Hell Rocky you’re lucky I’m awake! Don’t push your damn luck!

Finally, “Hysteria” by Muse hits the speakers and the crowd goes wild as Diabolik steps out onto the ramp. The lights flash red as he walks down towards the ring wearing his EUW Hardkore Championship and carrying a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire! As he finally reaches the ring, he grins and rolls inside, where he strikes a pose with his bat as fireworks go off in each corner.

Skye: The final participant in tonight’s match is from Middleborough, England! Weighing in at 247 pounds and standing 6’4, he is the reigning and defending EUW Hardkore Champion! He is…DIABOLIK!

Rock Gibson: Uh oh! Looks like the champion has come with a friend to aid him!

Xplode: Good! About time somebody showed some balls and made it clear they were out to hurt people! The asshole may be a druggie, but at least he has a set!

Diabolik doesn’t wait as he immediately drops the bat and charges across the ring to spear Jackal down to the canvas, kick-starting the match! Diabolik pounds away on Jackal, so Bane takes the chance to hit a spear of his own on Immanuel Taylor! There’s action on both sides of the ring now, as Bane continues to pound on Taylor while Diabolik jerks Jackal back up to his feet. Diabolik shoots Jackal into the ropes and tries a back body drop, but Jackal simply kicks the Hardkore Champion dead in the face! Diabolik grabs his face in pain, so Jackal quickly grabs him and drops him in a reverse neckbreaker! He raises his arms in victory…but gets cut off when Bane charges across the ring and floors him with a vicious lariat! Bane steps back and surveys his damage now…but then HE gets cut off when Immanuel Taylor grabs him from behind and hits a belly-to-back suplex! Taylor grabs Bane’s arm and looks to apply an armbar, but Diabolik gets to his feet now and punches Taylor dead in the kidneys. Taylor arches his back in pain, so Diabolik bounces off the ropes and hits a perfect bulldog headlock!

Diabolik mounts Taylor and throws a few right hands now and Jackal focuses his attention on Bane, hitting him with a shining wizard as he gets to one knee! Bane goes down, so Jackal sprints to the top rope and comes off with a perfect frog splash, trying for the first pinfall of the match!

1…

2…

Broken up by Diabolik!

Diabolik kicks Jackal in the head to break up the fall, then tries to steal the win by covering Bane himself!

1…

2…

Broken up by Taylor!

Taylor drops a perfect elbow onto the head of Diabolik to break up the pinfall and grabs him for another move, only to be cut off when Bane grabs HIM and hits an inverted Brainbuster, trying for the win himself!

1…

2…

Broken up by Jackal!

Rock Gibson: This is madness! No matter who tries to get the win someone else breaks it up! How is someone going to win this one!

Xplode: The more pressing question is why there are no damn weapons involved! I want some blood dammit!

Jackal and Bane begin throwing right hands at one another now as Taylor recovers in the corner. Diabolik gets to his feet…but quickly rolls out of the ring rather than continuing to battle! Diabolik looks around now before quickly heading backstage! The crowd seems confused, but turns their attention back to the ring when Taylor gets back to his feet and hits a hip toss on Bane followed by a sharp kick to the back! Taylor turns to Jackal now and hits a quick boot to the gut followed by a perfect belly-to-belly suplex, putting him down on the canvas! Taylor looks to follow up, but suddenly the crowd quickly begins looking at the entranceway! Taylor turns to see what is going on and finds Diabolik returning from backstage with a large trash can! The trash can is obviously filled to the brim with weapons, as crutches, light tubes, cookie sheets, and other assorted weapons can be seen over the top! Diabolik quickly pushes the trash can down to ringside and grabs a crutch before returning to the match from his break.

Taylor looks at Diabolik now with a complete lack of emotion, his nonchalance seemingly angering the champion. Diabolik swings for the fences with the crutch, but Taylor quickly ducks and Diabolik hits nothing but air! He turns around, but Taylor connects with a strong spear! Taylor segues seamlessly into a Cross Armbreaker on the canvas, trying to win by submission! Bane quickly makes it to his feet and stomps on Taylor to break the hold, but doesn’t see Jackal standing behind him armed with the crutch! He turns around and Jackal promptly smacks him dead in the ribs with the weapon, immediately doubling him over! With Bane slumped over in pain, Jackal swings as hard as he can and breaks the crutch over Bane’s back, the shot sending splinters of wood all over ringside!

Rock Gibson: Good lord! What a shot by Jackal!

Xplode: Bullshit! This is completely uncalled for!

Rock Gibson: Xplode! This is for the Hardkore Title!

Xplode: I know that you dumb fuck! I meant he should have hit him in the face!

Bane falls to the mat in pain, but Jackal can’t follow up as he’s nailed with a quick combination of body blows by Immanuel Taylor, following with a stiff left hand to the jaw. Taylor looks to apply a hold on Jackal now, but the crowd pays attention to Diabolik as he heads outside and returns with a steel chair! Taylor is focused on hooking Jackal up for a camel clutch, so he doesn’t see Diabolik re-enter the ring with the weapon. He pays for it too, as Diabolik smacks him hard in the back with the chair! Taylor falls back in pain, so Diabolik quickly cradles him up and looks for a flash pin!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Diabolik kicks away at Taylor now as Bane fights back to his feet, quickly grabbing hold of Jackal. Jackal is still stunned from Taylor’s onslaught, so Bane takes the opportunity to plant him into the mat with a spike DDT! He looks to follow up, but quickly stops when he notices Diabolik’s barbed wire bat lying in the corner! Seeing his chance to do some serious damage, he quickly grabs the bat and waits for Jackal to get to his feet. Jackal makes it up, so Bane charges forward and nails him dead in the face with the barbed wire! Jackal goes down immediately, the sharp barbs immediately splitting him wide open! Jackal grabs his face in pain, so Bane nails him in the chest with the barbed wire bat! Jackal is hurting badly, so Bane sees his chance and quickly turns toward Diabolik! He swings, but Diabolik ducks under it and proceeds to kick Bane right below the belt! Bane slumps over, so Diabolik grabs the bat and does the same thing Bane did to Jackal, busting him open as well! Bane falls outside the ring in pain, so Diabolik turns and aims for Taylor!

Taylor just manages to avoid the huge swing that Diabolik throws with the bat, rolling out of the way at the last second! Diabolik looks to swing again, but gets cut off when Taylor executes a quick series of body blows! Diabolik drops his weapon, so Taylor takes advantage by executing a traditional Gutwrench Suplex! Taylor once again looks for his traditional submission moves, but the main point of interest is Jackal, who has rolled out from the ring and grabbed a giant spool of barbed wire from the trash can full of weapons!

Rock Gibson: Isn’t there enough barbed wire in there already Jackal!? Why do you need more!?

Xplode: Quit your bitching Rocky! The kid wants to win! You bring a damn monster truck to the ring if that’s what it takes!

Jackal rolls into the ring now with the roll of barbed wire, waiting for Taylor to turn around! Taylor turns and Jackal charges to use the roll of barbed wire as a weapon, but Taylor hits him with a basic drop toehold, sending Jackal face-first into the spool of barbed wire! Jackal writhes in pain now as Taylor turns back to Diabolik, only to be cut off with a shot to the ribs from the barbed wire bat! Taylor writhes in pain now as Diabolik grabs hold of him and spikes him into the canvas with a perfect Piledriver!

1…

2…

Shoulder up!

Seeing his chance, Diabolik grabs hold of the roll of barbed wire now and tears off some of it before kicking the spool outside. He arranges the barbed wire in a small pile on the mat, apparently looking to hit another Piledriver onto it! He turns towards Taylor…but gets cut off when Jackal hits a low blow! Diabolik doubles over, so Jackal grabs him and hits a jumping facebuster, driving Diabolik face-first into the barbed wire!! Diabolik screams in pain as he gets to his knees, the barbed wire sticking out of his face. However, it doesn’t end there as Jackal grabs the barbed wire and RIPS IT OUT OF DIABOLIK’S FACE with all of his might!!! Diabolik SCREAMS in pain and begins flailing all over the canvas, as bits of his flesh and blood spew everywhere!

Rock Gibson: Oh my God…

Xplode: Damn….it must REALLY suck to be him right now!

Rock Gibson: Really Xplode? Really?

Xplode: What!?

Jackal holds the barbed wire up as a trophy for the fans to see, but his celebration gets cut off when Immanuel Taylor spins him around and spikes him with a t-bone suplex! Jackal is stunned, so Taylor quickly covers, trying for the quick win!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Taylor shows no signs of slowing down as he grabs Jackal in a waist lock and hits a German Suplex, holding the bridge!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Taylor looks for something else, but quickly gets cut off when Diabolik hits him from behind! Diabolik is now a bloody mess, his face completely covered by the crimson mask, but that doesn’t seem to deter him from continuing on! He grabs Taylor now and hoists him onto his shoulders, spiking him into the mat with a Death Valley Driver! He tries to follow up by bouncing off the ropes, but quickly gets cut off when Bane trips him from outside, dropping him right on the injured face! Bane quickly re-enters the ring now and drops a legdrop onto Diabolik, once again driving the injured face into the mat!

Rock Gibson: No mercy from the former police officer here on an injured man!

Xplode: Mercy? MERCY!? This is EUW Rocky! If you’re merciful here than you’re in the wrong fucking profession!

The madness continues now as Bane grabs the chair from earlier and simply looks around at his fellow warriors, waiting to see which one gets to their feet first. The champion is the unfortunate victim in this case, as Diabolik slowly stumbles to his feet, wiping the blood from his eyes. When he turns around, Bane DESTROYS him with the chair, breaking the seat off and leaving the framed wrapped around his head! Diabolik falls to the canvas now, seemingly completely out of the match! Bane looks to follow up, but quickly gets cut off when Jackal manages to low blow him from behind! Bane keels over in pain, so Jackal sees his opportunity to end it and manages to plant him into the mat with the Demon Driver! He remains sitting up and hooks a single leg now, trying for the quickest possible cover!

1…

2…

Broken up by Immanuel Taylor!

Taylor breaks up the pin in the rudest of ways too, as he grabs the seat of the chair that broke over Diabolik’s head and promptly cracks Jackal dead in the unprotected face! Jackal falls over quickly, so Taylor takes his chance and quickly plants him into the canvas with a vicious Brainbuster!

1…

2…

Broken up by Bane!

Bane manages to break up the pin at the last second by just barely being able to extend his leg and kick Taylor in the head. He is still weak though, so Taylor grabs him and tries to hit a Brainbuster on him as well! However, Bane somehow is able to knee Taylor squarely in the groin! Taylor falls in pain, but Bane is still wobbly from the Demon Driver and collapses himself, putting all four men down once again!

Rock Gibson: What insanity this is! These men look like they’ve gone through a car wreck or something!

Xplode: Gee Rocky, THAT’S original! Come up with your own material you stealing bastard!

As everyone starts to stir, Diabolik manages to stun everyone by somehow fighting his way back to his feet! His wounds are even larger now though, with blood pumping from his face like an oil well. He quickly spots Bane on the canvas and seemingly decides to get revenge, quickly rolling out of the ring and going back to the trash can! He grabs a bundle of fluorescent light tubes now and rolls back in, obviously plotting something evil! He drops the tubes on the ground and now and holds a single one, screaming for Bane to get to his feet! Bane looks to fight to his feet, but before he can Taylor gets up to his left! Seeing Taylor, Diabolik quickly adjusts his aim and promptly smashes the light tube directly across Taylor’s head, cutting him open too!

Taylor falls and Diabolik reaches for another tube, only to be cut off with a dropkick to the head from Jackal! Diabolik goes down, so Jackal grabs the remaining light tubes and arranges them in a small pile on the canvas. He quickly grabs Diabolik now and hoists him up onto his shoulders, looking to hit the Rubik’s Cube onto the light tubes! Before he can complete the move though, Bane makes it to his feet and hits Jackal with a spear! The impact sends both men down to the canvas, with Jackal clutching at his ribs! Seeing his chance now, Bane grabs Jackal and tries to hit the Law & Order onto the light tubes! This time it’s he that gets cut off though, as Immanuel Taylor hits him with a stiff boxing-style right hook to the jaw! Bane drops Jackal and kneels over, so Taylor grabs him and tries a t-bone suplex…only to be cut off by Diabolik nailing him in the ribs with a kendo stick! Apparently having grabbed it from under the ring, Diabolik hits another shot with the kendo stick now, this time dead in bloody face! Seeing his chance to do some serious damage, Diabolik grabs the still-stunned Bane and pays him back for the chair shot earlier by hitting a Piledriver onto the pile of light tubes!!

1…

2…

Shoulder up!

Diabolik gets to his feet now and complains to the referee about the count, only to get rolled up from behind by Jackal!

1…

2…

Kickout at the last possible second!

Rock Gibson: We almost had a new champion right there!

Xplode: Off of a rollup….a fucking ROLLUP in a Hardkore match!

Rock Gibson: Winning is winning Xplode!

Xplode: I’m sorry, how many matches have YOU won again? That’s what I fucking thought!

Jackal grabs Diabolik now and apparently looks for another Demon Driver, but this time Bane is the one who interferes by grabbing Jackal and planting him into the mat with a standing spinebuster! With his adversaries down, Bane now exits the ring and goes over to the can of weapons. He throws out the various cookie sheets and other weapons before settling on a small cloth bag. He quickly re-enters the ring and undoes the bag before scattering its contents all over the ring. The crowd immediately gasps in horror at the contents, as the bag contains thousands and thousands of sharp thumbtacks! Bane grabs Diabolik now and hooks him up, looking for the Law & Order onto the tacks!

He is unable to complete the move though, as Immanuel Taylor comes in from behind and nails Bane in the back with the kendo stick! Bane drops Diabolik arches his back in pain, but manages to duck another shot from Taylor! However, Jackal was getting to his feet just behind Bane and isn’t so lucky, as the kendo stick nails him square in the face! Jackal goes down and Taylor steps back in surprise, but it costs him as Diabolik quickly yanks the kendo stick from his grasp! Taylor spins around to counter, but it’s too late as Diabolik nails him in the head with the kendo stick! Taylor stumbles forward, so Bane grabs him and executes the Scales of Justice, planting Taylor face-first into the thumbtacks!!!

Rock Gibson: That is just horrific! Look at all those thumbtacks!

Xplode: Tonight on Ripley’s Believe it or Not…The Human Pin Cushion!

Taylor SCREAMS in pain as he rolls around the ring now, thumbtacks sticking out from all over his battered body! Taylor is showing more emotion than he ever has before due to the intense pain, but it does nothing to deter his opposition as Diabolik swings the kendo stick at Bane once again! However, Bane ducks under it and quickly nails Diabolik with a lariat, sending him over the top and to the floor! Seeing his main chance, Bane quickly grabs the injured Jackal and spikes him into the mat with the Law & Order!

1…

2…

Shoulder up at the last second!

The crowd roars in approval at the sight, the toughness of Jackal earning their admiration! Bane kicks Jackal to the floor now and turns back towards Taylor, who is just now getting back to his feet! Bane charges for a lariat, but despite the immense pain Taylor is able to counter by grabbing Bane’s wrist! With the wrist locked, Taylor crosses the arm over Bane’s own throat and rides him down into the canvas with a bridge, locking in the Perpetual Ferocity! Bane screams in pain as he flails with his free arm, reaching out for the ropes! Taylor applies more pressure now, yanking back as far as he can, but Bane manages to reach the ropes…only to find that they don’t help him in a Hardkore match! Bane raises his hand and looks ready to tap out…only for Diabolik to nail Taylor in the face from outside to break the hold and save his title! However, Diabolik himself is quickly cut off when Jackal makes it to his feet and starts slugging away!

Jackal and Diabolik fight back onto the apron now, blood pouring out from both of their busted heads. Jackal quickly spots the barbed wire bat and grabs it now, seemingly wanting to the take the Hardkore Champion out with his open weapon! He swings for the fences, but Diabolik ducks under and hoists him onto his shoulders! With Jackal still there Diabolik walks over to the edge of the apron near the trash can! Screaming in rage Diabolik jumps off the apron now and HITS A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER INTO THE TRASH CAN FULL OF LIGHT TUBES!!!

Rock Gibson: Dear God! Dear God! Call an ambulance! Jackal is DONE!

Xplode: FUCK YES! ABOUT DAMN TIME SOMEONE GOT KILLED!

The trash can slowly falls over now and the crowd is greeted with the gruesome sight of Jackal’s legs sticking out of the can. There is no movement at all as a puddle of blood seeps onto the floor, carrying bits of broken glass along with it. Showing zero respect for his brave opponent, Diabolik actually spits at Jackal from the apron, causing a LOUD chorus of boos from the crowd! Diabolik scoffs at the people and finally stumbles back into the ring now…only for Immanuel Taylor to take him down out of nowhere with a spear! Taylor tries to apply the Perpetual Ferocity on Diabolik now, but quickly lets go to avoid a running splash from Bane! Bane crashes down onto Diabolik now, angry that he missed his target! He turns around now and charges at Taylor, but Taylor counters with a flapjack, sending Bane down into the thumbtacks from earlier!

Bane screams in pain and rolls around in agony, but Taylor fails to see Diabolik charging from the other side! He bounces off the ropes and goes for the Springboard Stunner…only for Taylor to somehow counter into the cobra clutch in mid-air! Diabolik lands on his feet stunned, which allows Taylor to ride him down into the bridge and complete the Perpetual Ferocity!! Diabolik SCREAMS in agony, his own arm eating into his injured face! He flails all over, but Taylor arches back even further on the bridge and applies more pressure! Diabolik raises his free hand now, fighting with everything he has to avoid tapping out! Bane is still injured and can’t help, so Diabolik tries his best to power out! However, his body is just too drained and Taylor cinches back even harder on the move! Diabolik continues to fight…but eventually his body gives out and he is forced to tap out to Immanuel Taylor!

Rock Gibson: It’s over! We have a new Hardkore Champion!

Xplode: Well I’ll be. The boring asshole actually pulled it off!

Taylor lets go of Diabolik now as the referee walks over and awards him the title belt.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEW EUW Hardkore Champion…IMMANUEL TAYLOR!

Pleased with his victory, Immanuel takes his title belt and exits the ring now in his trademark low-key fashion.

[primetime]

June 12th, the sage of the Empire comes to an end. Expect a shocking finish as each member of the company comes to grip with what’s most important. For some it will be respect, others… family. Lines will be crossed and careers will come to an end. The sins of the past will finally find be paid for as the EUW prepares for..

Retribution.

Prepare for the end. June 12th 2011 at the Arco Arena, Sacramento.

[primetime]

The next seen unfolds as we see Jace Ambrose stepping on a metal chair with one foot and leaning forward. Across from him, Fallen One stands with his hands on his hips. A discussion is being held of some importance judging by the looks upon their faces.

Fallen One: I don’t get it, man. Something doesn’t feel right about Rivera. You said it yourself. You are your own man, I just think you could do the math here.

Ambrose: The Jace knows this. The thing is, The Jace is the star of the Empire. This puts the Jace in a very secure position as far as the standings in this company. If anything, the question is to you as to why you stay neutral.

Fallen One: I make my own path. I suggest you do the same. Thank you for the info regarding Scorpion though. I will put it to use.

The door suddenly swings open as Kirk Kennedy enters the room, glancing at both men with interest. Shutting the door behind him, he approaches the both of them.

Kennedy: Okay, you needed me?

Fallen One: Yeah, come on in. Jace here has some info for you.

Kirk enters the room and finds a seat.

Ambrose: I overheard Rivera this morning talking on the phone. He apparently either knows who attacked your son or was somehow involved in it.

Kirk: Why should I believe you? This could be another of the Empire’s tricks to get in my damn head.

Ambrose: That’s up to you to decide. Let’s just say, The Jace respects your son, and does not respect any man who harms him.

With that answer, Jace turns and exit’s the room, walking into the doorway. Kirk Kennedy turns to Fallen One and frowns..

Kennedy: Good luck on your match tonight…

(In the hallway)

Walking through the hallway towards the Empire locker room, Jace Ambrose opens a door and enters the room. Suddenly, a man lurks around the corner with a phone in his hand. It is Christian Stephens…

Stephens: Yup. We have a traitor in our camp. What should we do? I can take his ass right now..

(Voice on the phone) : Don’t worry.. This will be addressed tonight.

[primetime]

(EUW Tag Team Championship)
Tornado Tag Match
(c) Las Vegas Commission vs. Dogs of War

Skye: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, and will be for the EUW Tag Team Titles!”

The fans let out a cheer that is interrupted by the sound of “Phantoms” by Luna Mortis, which quickly turns cheers into boos.

Skye: “Introducing first, your challengers. From Tampa, Florida, with a combined weight of 392 lbs, The Dogs.. Of.. War!!”

The opening riffs roll out as Chance Fusion and his lovely wife Superbitch step out onto the ramp hand in hand. The crowd explodes in boos as the couple exchanges a small kiss before heading down the ramp. Chance reaches the ring and slides in as Superbitch steps up onto the apron and goes in through the ropes. Once in the ring, they go to opposite corners and taught the crowd which pours on the heat from them. They hop down and meet in the center of the ring, exchanging a hug and rubbing their noses together..

Xplode: Holy shit, I think I’m gonna puke.

Their music cuts abruptly and is replaced by the opening of "Money".

Skye: “And now coming to the ring accompanied by their manager Zack Cornell, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at a combined 633 lbs, they are the EUW Tag Team Champions, THE LAS VEGAS COMMISSION!”

Boos drone around the arena through the harsh techno opening as well as the first verse. As the music plays, the lights remain on, and the Las Vegas Commission comes out with Dave wearing a black suit and sunglasses, Zack, wearing a white suit with a pink dress shirt and white tie, carrying a clipboard under his right arm, and Mr. Luck, wearing a sapphire-blue blazer, white dress shirt and black tie over his tights. Luck raises his arms, giving a sarcastic, uncaring wave to the fans as all three men head down the ramp. Midway down the ramp, Luck pulls out a handful of dollar bills from his blazer pocket, going to hand a fan them but quickly pulls his hand back, flipping the bird at the fan and waving him aside. A chorus of venomous boos pierces the air as they reach the bottom of the ramp.

Zack eventually jumps onto the apron, sitting on the middle rope and hoisting it open for the LVC to enter. Dave takes off his sunglasses and pulls back his arm, as if he's going to throw them to the fans, but simply drops them to the floor and kicks them to his corner, taking off his suit. Luck himself climbs onto the turnbuckle in his corner, clapping his hands and egging the fans on to boo him before he hops down, taking off his blazer and shirt as Dave joins him in the corner, all three men discussing tactics.

Rock: “Well, here we are. Tag Team titles on the line. The Las Vegas Commission versus the Dogs of War, just moments away. So X, what tactics do you think the Dogs Of War will use?”

Xplode: “Who the hell gave you permission to call me X? And if you must Cock Gobshite, I think the Dogs of War will try to keep Superbitch in the ring at all times,”

Rock: “That… sounds… kinda dumb?”

Xplode: “It’s the only way to stop that pussy Fusion from getting his ass kicked,”

The bell has sounded now and it appears that Superbitch is looking to start it off. Big Dave Markinson is in the ring for the LVC, but he turns and shrugs his shoulders to Luck, while pointing back at Superbitch who looks raring to go.

Rock: “I think he’s saying that he can’t hit a girl. Maybe he’s thinking Luck is more her size?”

Xplode: “I’ve heard about her size Rock; Room, Park, Bus. That’s all I’m saying man,”

Big Dave is still discussing with Luck as Superbitch waits impatiently and the fans start booing the LVC. Finally Superbitch has had enough and slides in behind Big Dave, grabbing his tights and rolling him up for a cover!

One… Two…

Mr. Luck reaches through the ropes and grabs Superbitch’s hair to break the cover! She stands up, angrily turning on Luck who holds up his hands as if to say ‘what? Me?’. Luck turns to the crowd with his arms out and they greet him with a hoard of boos. He shrugs his shoulders and turns back to the ring… right into a huge slap from Superbitch that knocks him from the apron!

The fans cheer wildly now, as Superbitch turns back to Big Dave, narrowly ducking under a large right hand. She turns and lays a huge slap on Big Dave, followed by another, and one more, driving him back into the corner as the fans raise the noise level for the action.

Superbitch now mounts the turnbuckle and holds up her fist to the delight of the fans. She drives a punch down onto Big Dave’s forehead, followed by another, and now the fans are counting… 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!! The ref is admonishing her ineffectually and now Zack Cornell takes matters into his own hands, entering the ring and pulling Superbitch down.

She grabs a handful of his shirt and pulls him in close, mouthing off something in his face, then slings him through the ropes, much to the fans delight. Big Dave now stumbles out of the corner, still a little dazed, and swings for Superbitch once more. Once more she ducks and now finds herself against the ropes where Luck was standing.

Big Dave roars forward, but she ducks again, this time grabbing his leg and lifting him up and over the top rope, dumping him down on Luck who is just getting back up to his feet. The crowd is ecstatic and Gibson is near speechless.

Rock: “Wait… Superbitch just cleared the ring!”

Xplode: “Hahahaha, that is freakin’ awesome!”

Rock: “Wow. Just wow! Imagine the power she must have in those thighs!”

Xplode: “No need to imagine, I…”

Rock: “What?”

Xplode: “… nothing,”

Superbitch now mounts a neutral corner and plays up to the fans, who are giving her a surprisingly good reaction. She drops down and now goes over to tag in Chance Fusion. Chance leaps over the top rope to enter and immediately begins stretching out his arms, waiting for an opponent to enter.

That opponent is Mr. Luck, who groggily slides under the ropes and begins to stand. Chance doesn’t wait, instead pressing Luck against the ropes for a boost before Irish whipping him across the ring and finally hitting him with a back body drop. Chance celebrates by posing for the crowd, though he doesn’t get quite the positive reaction that his partner did.

He turns to see Luck still on his knee, holding his back. As Luck begins to stand, Fusion taunts him, before unleashing a picture perfect dropkick!

Rock: “Man, that was a beauty!”

Xplode: “Did you just say ‘that man is a beauty’? I fucking knew it,”

Chance is posing for the crowd again, which explains the latest onset of boos. He stands over Luck, watching him as he gets up, waiting to strike. Finally Luck is standing and Fusion moves in for a side Russian Leg Sweep. The application is powerful and nearly textbook.

By this time Big Dave is back up on the apron and pounds the turnbuckle to encourage his partner. Zack Cornell is also up and about once more, slapping the apron and getting as close as to Luck as he can, with one eye fixed on Superbitch. Chance stands over Luck, delivering a stomp to the head followed by a taunt for him to get up, followed by another stomp and so on in a cycle, slowing the match right down to his pace.

He allows Luck to roll over onto his front and to come up on all fours, then he drops down with a forearm across the back of Lucks head. Chance poses on his knees, drawing more boos, then goes for a cover;

One… Two… Luck kicks out.

Chance stand up, a little angry, and delivers a stomp to Lucks lower back before tagging in Superbitch.

Rock: “Man, Luck is taking a beating early on,”

Xplode: “He’s tough Rock, it’ll take more than a few crappy stomps to keep him down,”

Indeed Xplode is right, as Luck notices the tag despite being up on all fours again. As Superbitch closes to grab him, he lunges at her and delivers a right hand shot to the stomach. Luck now takes the chance to roll away to his corner and tag in Big Dave. Dave steps right over the ropes and stomps towards Superbitch, presumably bereft of the qualms he had earlier about striking a woman.

He grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back, before slinging her forward and down off her feet, planting her face in the mat. Dave taunts the fans, and Fusion, flexing his massive biceps for all to see. Naturally the fans boo away and Fusion moves to enter the ring, but the ref stops him before he’s even really started.

Dave now leans down and grabs Superbitch by her waist band, hauling her up to her feet with ease and taking her to the ropes, away from Fusion. He slumps her over the top rope and now winds up… to slap her on the butt! This time Fusion does get into the ring as Big Dave taunts him, but the ref cuts Fusion off before he can lay a finger on Dave.

On the outside Zack Cornell now takes the chance to smack talk Superbitch, before taking a running start and hitting her over the head with his clipboard, drawing more heat from the crowd.

Rock: “Did you see that? Cornell just hit her with the clipboard!”

Xplode: “I guess you could say he gave her a clip round the ear!”

Chance Fusion is now out of the ring at the behest of the ref, so Big Dave returns to his quarry. He brings Superbitch back to her feet, leaning her over, then delivering a huge forearm across her back that brings her back down to the mat. Dave tags in Mr. Luck who slides along the apron to get into position, then uses the top rope for leverage to launch himself into the ring with an elbow drop on Superbitch. Luck goes for the cover;

One… Two… kick out!

Luck wastes no time in bringing Superbitch back to her feet, holding onto her hair as he sets himself up for a standing dropkick, the impact of which sends Superbitch flying backwards and down to the mat. She has just enough awareness now to roll towards her corner, reaching out for a weak tag.

Fusion now enters, keen to avenge the insult to his wife. Mr. Luck offers a collar and elbow tie up, which Fusion takes. The two struggle back and forth, before Luck slips to one side and uses a headlock takedown to bring Fusion down to the mat. Chance struggles to find an opening, grabbing at Lucks head as Luck squeezes progressively tighter.

Finally Luck decides to bring Fusion to his feet and now slowly backs him into the LVC corner, headlock still tightly locked in. Luck points accusingly at Superbitch, still struggling to get to her feet, and says something to the ref. The ref turns his back and goes to have a look at Superbitch, making sure she isn’t up to anything untoward.

Of course in the mean time, Big Dave grabs Fusion by the tights and pulls him into the corner, delivering a powerful knee across Fusion’s kidneys. Fusion turns, still in pain, to face Big Dave, but this just exposes his lower back to a double axe handle by Luck.

Luck now tags in Big Dave while holding Fusion in a bent forward position. This allows Dave to enter the ring and immediately drop a large forearm across Fusion’s back!

Rock: “The LVC showing good team work here. Nice tags, good coordination,”

Xplode: “Yeah I know. It’s almost like they’re the tag team champions Rock…”

With Fusion lying face down, Big Dave drops a standing elbow drop onto his lower back. Standing up, he elects to stick with what works and delivers another right after. Fusion calls out in pain and rolls over onto his back. Big Dave now tags Luck back in and Luck goes straight to work, running against the ropes to build momentum, before hitting Fusion across the throat with a leg drop.

Luck goes for the cover now;

One… Two… Th-Kick out!

Luck complains to the ref about a slow count before turning his attention back to Fusion. He brings Chance to his feet, takes a step back and then springs forward to hit a Tilt-a-whirl DDT. Luck is quickly up to his feet and now tags Big Dave back in.

Big Dave enters and immediately brings Fusion back up to a vertical base, before scooping him up for a body slam. Dave holds Fusion in the air, letting the blood sink down into his head, before slamming him into the mat with authority.

Big Dave turns to the crowd and soaks in a shower of boos from the fans. As he turns, Fusion is just finding his way back up to his feet, so Dave goes for the kick in the gut. But Fusion catches it and drives and elbow down above Dave’s knee! Fusion now starts firing away with right hands, rocking Dave back against the ropes.

Fusion goes for the Irish whip, but Big Dave reverses, slinging Fusion across the ring in one bound. Dave goes for the clothesline but Fusion ducks, comes back off the ropes… right into a big boot in the face. Fusion flops back close to the ropes as Dave turns to point at Superbitch, flashing an evil smile. She ducks under the ropes and tries to enter, but the ref interjects quickly. Dave and Superbitch argue, tying up the refs attention as Mr. Luck slides around the apron and is able to stretch out with a boot and place it over Fusion’s throat, choking him out.

Finally Superbitch is back outside and the ref turns, but it’s a little late for Chance, who’s in a heap on the ground holding his throat. Big Dave drags him to the LVC corner, slinging him in and going to work with shots to the stomach until the refs count hits 4. Dave stops and tags in Luck.

Luck enters quickly with a mean look on his face. Using the top rope for leverage he fires off kicks into Chance’s stomach, eventually driving him to the ground before the ref finishes his count. Luck enters quickly with a mean look on his face. Using the top rope for leverage he fires off kicks into Chance’s stomach eventually driving him to the ground before the ref finishes his count. He then tags in Big Dave who begins his attack by grabbing Chance by the throat, lifting him back to his feet in a display of pure power! A hard Irish Whip is made now, as Fusion is sent to the ropes! Fusion manages to counter though by holding on to the ropes upon reaching them. He flops to the mat, holding his arm and shoulder after.

SuperBitch manages to get back into things as she leapfrogs over the top rope! Grabbing Dave, she spins him around and socks him hard! The ref tries to escort her out but she is not having it, instead shoving him away as well! She clotheslines Dave this time, sending the big man to the mat below.

Gibson: This chick is on fire!

Walking across the ring, SuperBitch helps Fusion to their corner where she tags herself in. She then helps Fusion out of the ring who seem sot be holding his shoulder?

Xplode: Is Fusion hurt?

Concerned for her partner, Superbitch tends to Fusion when out of no where, Markinson collides into her with a hard shoulder thrust! She is sent face first into the turnbuckle post and then to the mat below! The crowd boos loudly as he then points to Mister Luck who is now ascending a nearby turnbuckle post! Picking up Superbitch, Dave walks her across the ring where Luck launches off, nailing the Double Ace Flush with perfection! Dave then tags Luck in and proceeds to his corner!

Luck covers for the pin!

1..
2.…

Fusion attempts to enter the ring but finds his shoulder to hurt to let him!

THREE!

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

The LVC meet up in the ring and celebrate! Fusion finally makes it into the ring and walks over to Superbitch who is slowly rising to her feet.

Gibson: WOW! What a match! As a matter of fact, I would have to say that this could be the sleeper match of the night?

Xplode: Uh oh.. We got company!

The celebration stops as suddenly, Damaged Goods appears on the stage! The crowd cheers loudly as Randy White brings a microphone to his lips!

White: Hey! Great job in that ring, girls! Guess who Kennedy made as the number one contenders to those straps now? It sure is hell ain’t those two jokers! Keep those belts nice and shiney because they will soon belong to us!

The crowd cheers as Mister Luck is seen going ape shit in the ring! Big Dave tries to calm him down but it is no use, Luck is fired up!

Gibson: Well, this is interesting. We will be back, after these messages.. I never saw that coming at all..

[primetime]

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[primetime]

Once again the camera pans over the crowd, who hold up their signs and cheer as the Back 2 Roots theme is played throughout the arena floor. This doesn’t go on for long, however, as the lights immediately cut out and flash gold and white. Unsure of what exactly is going on, the crowd stays relatively silent. The Back 2 Roots theme songs stops playing and is immediately replaced with ‘Pornstar - Swollen Members’. Several seconds pass until gold sparks begin to shoot out of the sides of the stage in sequence, moving outwards then immediately inwards. Following this fireworks begin to shoot off in the same motion before Christian Kane, former Kingdom of Pride world champion steps out onto the stage!

The fans give a mixed reaction to Kane, some not knowing exactly who he is. The young, brash Canadian flashes a grin at some fans before making his way down to the ring. Kane makes his way up the steps and climbs through the ropes and into the ring, blowing a kiss at a girl in the crowd. Following this he leans through the ropes and is handed a microphone. Walking into the middle of the ring, CK takes off his shades and looks around the crowd. Soaking in the atmosphere of the moment before raising the microphone to his mouth.

Kane: Allow me to introduce myself…

He says as he looks around the crowd again, once more cracking a grin.

Kane: My name is Christian Kane - and I will become the best damn wrestler to step foot inside an EUW ring since that man sitting at the commentary table, Xplode.

The crowd boos at this for the most part, thinking of Chris Sabora, Jack Bull, and even if they don’t want to, TITAN.

Kane: Now I know, I know, I bet there’s been a dozen other punks who’ve stepped inside this very ring and said the exact same thing. But allow me to explain. You see, I do run my mouth a lot. And sometimes that gets me into trouble - however - I always walk the walk when I talk the talk. When I said I’d get the best grades in class I got the best grades in class, when I said I’d get the hottest girl I got the hottest girl, but most importantly, when I said I’d be a champion, I became a fucking champion. So let me reiterate my point to all of you people, I will become the best damn wrestler to step inside an EUW ring.

The crowd boos, obviously taking an instant disliking to the Canadian, who simply flashes his soon to be trademarked smirk. He hangs his shades onto his shirt collar then begins to talk into the microphone again.

Kane: You see people, in February I left wrestling. I needed to reassess what I was doing with myself. With my life and my career. Where was I? What was I doing? What if I was better than ‘this’?

In an uncharacteristic moment, Kane looks downwards - a solemn look upon his face. Directly afterwards however, CK looks back up and grins once more.

Kane: I was better than ‘that’. And that’s exactly why I’m here, on the big motherfuckin' stage. This is big. So big that a certain person called my cell a few weeks ago and personally asked me to fight on their side in the battle - this power struggle.

Lowering the mic, CK winks at the camera.

Kane: Who was it? Maybe you’ll find out. Get ready, EUW. I am controversy. I am The Canadian Sensation. I am Christian motherfuckin’ Kane.

Letting the microphone drop out of his hand, ‘Pornstar’ begins to play once more as the crowd jeer at CK, who simply climbs out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp.

[primetime]

The feed switches backstage where we see Dante Holly. He is seated in his chair, sliding on his mask. The camera teases with a side look at his facial features but not enough to actually see anything. Straightening his suit, Dante Holly stands up and closes his locker door, only to find himself staring into the eyes of Kirk Kennedy!

Kennedy: Got a moment?

Stepping towards Kirk Kennedy, Dante responds.

Holly: I always shave time for the nubile! What is it that you wish citizen?! Has trouble been afoot?!

Kennedy: Um, no. I am actually here for you.

Holly: I am in no need of assistance citizen. Now if you will excuse me, I must prepare to stand face to face with true evil!

Kennedy places his hand on Dante’s shoulder and gives him a fatherly glance. This causes Holly to slump his shoulders and become silent.

Kennedy: Son, you don’t have to do this. You are going to get killed out there.. And why? The Empire are not what you think they are.

Holly: They’re.. not?

Kennedy: No. Rivera has been using you from the start. You are keeping Oblivion busy and nothing else. You are expendable to him. Things are going back to normal soon, Dante. Stand up for yourself. As a superhero, I know your keen intuition tells you that something is not right with Rivera.

Holly: Perhaps. I have pondered the idea of this.

Kennedy: Leave him and return to the EUW. I will call off this match before any damage is dealt. There is no need for this.

Stepping through the doorway, Mark Rivera glares as Dante Holly and then smiles at Kirk as he walks up alongside Holly.

Rivera: This man is worried, Dante. He knows how close you are to uncovering the true evil around here. Head on out and let me tend to this.. Villain.

Holly nods and exit’s the room, his shoulders still slumped. Rivera turns to Kirk as Kirk speaks.

Kirk: Your time is running out. You know that, right?

Rivera: Funny, I was just thinking that about you.

Kirk: You are sending that kid out there to get hurt. I have instructed Oblivion to not hold anything back. This is on your head. Do something right for a change and at least call this off..

Rivera: Not on your life. Holly is an idiot. Let him burn. The ends justify the means. Quit trying to poach from my roster before I have you banned from Empire locker rooms.

Rivera then exit’s the room, leaving Kirk shaking his head..

[primetime]

As the crowd cheers loudly, still revealing from the last bit of action, the camera switches focus back to the parking lot area. A large black truck pulls right up to the back door. On the hood reads the letters “O.A.R”. The crowd begins to grow louder as the truck comes to a stop. Immediately, arena security rushes the truck, asking it to leave the area..

Xplode: What’s this? ANOTHER car pulling up with a new face in it?!

Gibson: Has a fan somehow snuck into the private area of the parking lot?

The truck begins to honk it’s horn repeatedly as th security wave their arms in protest now. After a bit of repeated honking, the door finally opens. The crowd goes literally insane as a black boot steps out of the car. Finally, a bald man dressed in hunting camouflage comes into view as the truck door is slammed behind him!

Gibson: OH MY GAWD! HE’S BACK! HE’S BACK! CHUCK JOHNSON IS BACK!

As security rushes toward him, Chuck Johnson shoves them away. One of the guards falls flat on his ass causing CJ to stop and hunch forward, laughing in the guards face! Possibly feeling a bit guilty, Johnson walks back to his truck and pulls out a can of beer from the driver’s seat. He then tosses it at the guard who nods in approval and then blasts through the parking lot doors, heading into the backstage hallway!

Xplode: Where the hell has that man been?!

Gibson: I don’t know but it looks like we are about to find out!

The camera follows CJ as he walks through the hallway and up a flight of steps! The crowd ignites into a frenzy now as he steps out unto the stage area, hands raised over his head! “Hold my beer” by Trace Adkins begins to play now as CJ heads down the ramp way. He stops at ringside and hands a beer to Xplode who gladly obliges!

Gibson: X! Don’t drink on the job!

Xplode: Fuck off, smarty pants…

Rolling under the bottom rope, CJ heads to a nearby turnbuckle where he listens to the crowd cheer for him! He stares at them, smirking. Finally, he hops back down and accepts a microphone from Skye as the crowd slowly dies down..

CJ: Well, hell! I guess I am back!

The crowd cheers once more, they are eating right out of his hands!

CJ: Not many of you know what happened to me so I figured, I might as well fill all of you in. Then we can all enjoy this show together and share a few damn beers! Now what do you think about that? I will tell you what. If you agree with what I say, then let me hear you all say “RIVERA SUCKS!”

Crowd: RIVERA SUCKS!

CJ: Good. You see, a few months ago, I was the lucky winner of a torn Achilles heel. I guess during my match with the Las Vegas Commission I fucked myself up! I had to tend to that and shit just went down hill from there. I got pretty heavily into drinking and thought about going to Alcoholics anonymous.

Crowd: RIVERA SUCKS!

CJ: Hell yeah he does! Anyway, I realized that I can’t be in Alcoholic Anonymous because that is for quitters! We all know that I am not going to be doing that anytime soon! So, here I am, back in this damn ring that I love so much, ready to kick some damn ass!

Crowd: RIVERA SUCKS!

CJ: When I left, I was the number one contender for the EUW Pure Title. I wasn’t so sure how I felt about that when I left but upon thinking about it, that doesn’t sound like half bad of an idea! So, consider me taking that contender bullshit and throwing my hat in the ring with whoever holds that strap at the end of the night! You all are going to be seeing the same damn Chuck Johnson, doing what he does best, only this time with a little bit of gold around his waist to keep him standing strong! If you all think that is a good idea, then let me hear you say “HAIL THE ALE!”

Crowd: HAIL THE ALE!

CJ: WHAT?!!

Crowd: HAIL THE ALE!

CJ: That’s damn right!

Chuck Johnson slams the microphone down hard on the mat as he raises his hands above his head! His intro music kicks on yet again as he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Walking up the ramp way, he looks over his shoulder at the crowd and heads backstage out of sight..

Gibson: This is good news! That Angry Redneck is back in action and not a moment too soon!

Xplode: I actually like that guy. He drinks shit beer but he cracks me up all the same.

[primetime]

(EUW Pure Championship)
Ladder Match
(c) Jack Bull vs. Warrior vs. Jace Ambrose vs. Danny Tenfold vs. Roy Viper

Gibson: It’s time, ladies and gentlemen, for what might be the match of the night. Five men in one match, fighting for one prize: The Pure Championship…Xplode?

Xplode: Hm?

Gibson: I was expecting some kind of smartass comment in reply to me calling it match of the night.

Xplode: I’m looking forward to this, especially if someone gets hurt! That’s the best thing about Ladder matches: Screw the superstars, let’s just see someone fall fifteen feet!

Gibson: ..Are you serious?

Xplode: What? You don’t like it when someone plummets from a ladder? It’s amazing, it’s awe-inspiring! Plus, right before their spine cracks and ejects itself out of their ass, I bet the superstar feels like a bird.

Gibson: You’re not nice, you know that?

Xplode: Know it? I have a bumper sticker which says it!

Gibson: Over to the lovely Skye anyway, folks, who’ll introduce you to the five men who’ve come to the next big step in their journey to the top!

The camera pans over to Skye, standing in the middle of the ring and smiling politely as the crowd cheer slightly for her.

Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a Ladder Match, and is for the EUW Pure Championship!

The camera pans to two ladders each on both the left side and the right side of the ring, before focusing on a long, thick steel cable with a hook on the end, slowly descending from the rafters above the ring. A referee walks over the loop, tugging on it and giving a thumbs up. The crowd wait with baited breath as Sara Alexandria appears from behind the curtain, walking down to the ring holding a small rubber mallet. The crowd both jeer and cheer as she slides into the ring, waving her right hand to the curtain as “Divide” by Disturbed plays over the sound system. Roy throws the curtain to one side to the mixed reaction, walking down the ramp with his hands raised and fingers pointed to mimic guns. When the lyrics start, Roy ‘fires’ the guns, causing pyro to explode from the ringposts.

Skye: Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds…ROY, THE COBRA, VIPERRRRRRRRR!!!

Without wasting time, Roy runs down the ramp and slides into the ring before walking to the top-right corner, jumping up and laying across the ropes. Sara Alexandria approaches him, and he motions for her to go backstage. Sara looks unsure, but a lone referee motions her out, not wanting to bother with more trouble than he has to. After Sara walks up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain, "Sidestyler" by Machinae Supremacy begins to blasts from the sound system as Danny Tenfold steps out onto the stage, accompanies by wild cheers. He looks around and grins before jogging down the ramp, high-fiving severals fans on the way down the ramp.


Skye: From Longview, Washington, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds..DANNY TENFOLLLLLLD!!!!!!

When he gets to the bottom of the ramp he slides into the ring, hopping to his feet and raising his right arm in the middle of the ring, soaking in the cheers. Viper looks at Danny, unimpressed, as “Sidestyler” fades out, allowing Danny to finally head into the top-left corner as it does. Both Tenfold and Viper exchange quick glances. Their glances quickly turn to the ramp as "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva hits the sound system, accompanied by red and purple lights flashing across the Reliant Stadium. Jace walks out into the song and stops at the top of the ramp, flexing his biceps for the crowd who jeer him loudly. He pumps up his right bicep and kisses it before throwing his arms down and walking towards the ring, ignoring the jeers of the fans as he does.

Skye: From Wilimgton, Delaware, weighing in at two hundred and forty six pounds…THE AMAZING ONE! JASON AMBROSSSSSSSSSSSSSE!!!!!

Ambrose reaches the bottom of the ramp, sliding into the ring and standing up, flexing his biceps once again before taking off his headband and throwing it towards the crowd. The crowd take it with disdain, with one such fan catching the headband and throwing it back to the outside of the ring, causing Ambrose to simply smirk, flexing his right bicep as he walks into the lower-left corner of the ring. The lights fade, along with “Ladies and Gentlemen”, quickly replaced as "World On Fire" by Firewind bursts from the sound system as Warrior steps out onto the ramp, full of anger and energy. He jogs to the right side of the ramp, urging the crowd on to jeer even louder than they are, before running to the left hand side, slamming his fist into his chest and egging the crowd on to jeer even louder. As he does, Warrior runs to the middle of the stage, cricking his neck before bolting down the ramp.

Skye: From Cortez, Colorado, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds…WARRIORRRRR!!

Warrior slides under the bottom rope and turns around to the right side of the ring, running over and placing one foot on the bottom rope and one foot on the middle, flinging his arms into the air to the tune of hundreds of jeers from the crowd packed into the Reliant Stadium. He hops down from the ropes, going into the lower-right corner and rotating his wrists, cricking his neck from side to side. He exchanges a quick look with Ambrose, who winks at him mockingly. Warrior goes to rush out, but a referee rushes over, stopping him from doing so. All the looks and glances between the four men are interrupted as the opening wails of "Spitfire" by The Prodigy roar over the sound system, causing the fans to erupt into cheers. Each superstar turns their head slowly to the ramp as Bull strides out from behind the curtain, his Pure Championship sparkling on his waist. He looks down at it and grins before looking up and proceeding down the ramp, slapping hands as he does and urging the fans to cheer even louder.

Skye: Introducing the Pure Champion, residing in Bakersfield, California, weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds…JACK! BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLL!!!!

Bull slides into the ring, causing Tenfold to slide onto the outside and head over to the right side of the ring. He walks over to the upper-left corner previously occupied by Tenfold, climbing up to the turnbuckle and giving the fans the "Hook'em Horns" sign. The crowd cheer wildly, and Bull steps down, unbuttoning his Pure Championship and taking it off, giving the center plate a quick kiss before handing it to the referee. “Spitfire” fades from the sound system as the referee hangs it on the loop, buttoning the belt tightly together before tugging on the cable, signalling the ascent of the belt to several feet above the ring. Each man looks up at the belt, waiting patiently for the bell to ring, as do the fans. Eventually, the referee motions towards the timekeeper..

DING DING DING!

Each of the superstars exchange glances in their corners, while Tenfold remains on the outside, pacing between Vipers and Warriors corners. Viper glances up, pointing determinedly at the belt, which causes Warrior to give a loud laugh at him. Viper immediately rushes out of corner, clotheslining Warrior and sending him straight over the top rope! Without wasting any time, Ambrose immediately rushes out, trying to blindside Viper, but Bull rushes out, locking his arms around Ambroses waist. Ambrose struggles, but Viper turns around, delivering a quick right hand to Ambrose and sending him reeling groggily backwards, allowing Bull to turn him around and lock his arms in position, slamming his foot into the ground before performing a thunderous Snap Suplex. Warrior is still on the ground outside, but now Tenfold is ready to join the fray as he dashes around behind Warrior, waiting intently. As Warrior pulls himself up using the apron, Tenfold quickly grabs him, lifting him up and slamming him ruthlessly backwards with a Dragon Suplex. Viper looks back as Bull mounts Ambrose, starting to deliver several furious punches, and slides out the ring, throwing the apron up and looking for weapons. Tenfold notices this as he returns to his feet and quickly darts around, Viper turns, but is caught by a quick Shining Wizard which sends him sprawled to the mat. Feeling the momentum rush, Tenfold slides into the ring where Ambrose is managing to block a few of Bulls blows. Ambrose manages to get a quick shot into Bulls upper lip, knocking him senseless, and gives Tenfold enough time to sneak behind him, grasping Bulls arms and throwing him backwards in a Dragon Suplex. Tenfold quickly rolls onto his feet following the manoeuvre, turning to the downed Ambrose. Ambrose sits up, but Tenfold turns, running towards the set of opposite ropes and straight towards Ambrose. Before Tenfold can execute anything, Ambrose rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring.

Gibson: Tenfolds on fire here!

Xplode: But not literally, so I don’t really care.

Gibson: You mean it doesn’t amaze you that this rookie is taking the fight to these veterans?

Xplode: ……No.

Tenfold leans over the top ropes, shouting at Ambrose to get into the ring. Ambrose waves him off half-heartedly, instead heading past Viper and straight towards Warrior, cracking his knuckles. Tenfold chooses to turn around to one of the two ladders on the right-hand side of the outside, but Bull is up and charges at him, tackling by the legs and sending Tenfold straight to the mat. He starts throwing several violent punches, leaving Tenfold defenseless as he holds up his arms in a futile attempt to block them. However, Viper is now up, ignoring both Warrior and Ambrose trading blows, and slides into the ring, steel chair in hand. Bull is oblivious to this, and is rewarded with a violent slam of the chair into his back, sending him crumbling off of Tenfold. On the outside, Warrior quickly grabs Ambrose’s head, slamming him into the side of one of the ladders. Ambrose reels backwards, but Warrior grabs him again. As he tries to slam him forward, Ambrose grasps the ladder, stopping himself, and swings an elbow backwards, catching Warrior below the ribs. Warrior stumbles back, allowing Ambrose to turn around, dash forward and catch him with a powerful clothesline, sending him down. Viper turns around, watching as Ambrose slides into the ring, and attempts to swing the chair at him. Ambrose ducks under it, and the chairshot simply smacks off the top rope instead. Ambrose turns around, grabbing Roy by the tights and leans down, quickly throwing him over the top rope and straight onto Warrior!

Gibson: Wow, looks like Warrior just got sandwiched!

Xplode: Poor Roy just didn’t aim his chair well enough.Maybe he needs to attach a scope or a laser sight or some shit.

Ambrose turns around, watching as Tenfold and Bull are both now getting to their feet. Ambrose paces over, grabbing Bull by the hair and swings a knee up, catching him in the chest. Bull struggles violently, locking his arms around Ambroses waist, but Ambrose responds by simply kneeing him again. Bull begins to force forward though, slowly pushing Ambrose towards the lower-left corner. Ambrose starts to club vicious forearms into the back of Bull, but is eventually shoved into the turnbuckle, allowing Bull to pull free and lock his forearms into Ambrose’s chest, effectively pinning him in the corner. Ambrose swings another knee up, catching Bull in the stomach. As soon as Bull doubles over, a now-alert Danny Tenfold darts forward, jumping onto Bulls back and diving onto Ambrose, nailing him with a vicious Shining Wizard. He quickly latches onto the ropes, twists slightly and jumps off, nailing Bull with a Dropkick. Bull collapses to the mat, while Ambrose slumps down in the corner. On the outside, Warrior, now to his feet, stalks Viper as he stumbles up. Tenfold walks over to the ropes, but Warrior quickly snaps to the left, grabbing both of Tenfolds feet and tripping him up, slamming him to the mat and dragging him outside. Tenfold hits the outside, and Warrior turns around, locking his arms around Vipers waist and lifting him up before slamming him down brutally with the Colorado Suplex (Belly-to-Belly Suplex). Warrior looks in the ring and, noticing that he’s the only one standing, grabs one of the two nearby ladders, slamming it together and sliding it into the ring near Bull. Bull grasps the ladder, but Warrior slides in, rushing over and slamming the sole of his boot into Bulls head, sending him back down to the mat as Ambrose begins to slowly pull himself up. Warrior pulls the ladder up, glancing up at the belt as he sets the ladder up. Noticing Warriors distraction, Ambrose sneaks out of his corner and goes behind Warrior, quickly locking his arm in position and an arm around his neck before lifting him up and slamming him violently into the mat with a Cobra Clutch Slam. Viper and Tenfold are both now up and, rather than fight one another, quickly slide into the ring. Viper rushes behind Ambrose, locking his arms around his waist and throws him backward with a German Suplex. Tenfold quickly grabs Jaces arm, pulling him roughly to his feet before locking his arms around his, driving him into the mat with a Dragon Suplex. Viper joins Tenfold as both men start to stomp on Ambroses back before pushing him out onto the apron and to the outside with their feet.

Gibson: Smart tactics there. The rookies are teaming up to beat the veterans.

Xplode: Oh, how cute..They do realise that only one can go home as champion, right?

Bull is now up to his feet, but both Tenfold and Viper surround him, with Viper grasping his head and pulling him forward, dropping him into the mat with a Spike DDT. Viper, keeping ahold of Bulls head, quickly drags him up before whipping towards Tenfold, who grasps Bull, spins him and slams his back onto his knee with a swift, fluid Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Much like they did with Ambrose, both men use their feet, forcefully pushing Bull out to the outside. Tenfold takes a few steps back, now quickly jumping up and dropkicking Viper in the back, sending him over the top rope and to the outside!

Xplode: ….Yep, he realised.

Gibson: Tenfolds going to go for it! If he can climb quickly, then he might well just claim the Pure Championship!

Tenfold quickly begins to scale the ladder in the middle of the ring, looking up as he does. He quickly clasps his hands on the top of the ladder, pulling himself up and reaching for the belt. He climbs further, slowly and carefully standing up before grabbing the belt. As he does though, Warrior lunges forward, shoving the ladder away. As it falls, Tenfold grabs the edge of it, landing on his feet but getting sent backwards by the force, catching the ladder. Both Warrior and Tenfold get to their feet, with Tenfold clasping the ladder over his body. Tenfold throws the ladder forward at Warrior, who simply catches the ladder himself. He grins, but his grin quickly fades as soon as Tenfold darts forward, nailing a dropkick onto the ladder and sending Warrior falling backwards, rolling out of the ring. Ambrose is busy searching under the ring, out of Tenfolds sight, while Viper is on his knees, clasping the apron. Tenfold looks over the ropes, stomping on Vipers hands and causing him to pull back. Tenfold slides outside, rushing at Viper and hopping up, nailing a swift Hurracanrana which sends Viper back-first into the apron. Tenfold gets to his feet, walking over to one of the two ladders on the right side of the ring. He grabs it but Bull pulls himself to his feet, grabbing Tenfolds head and slamming it into the side of the ladder twice. Tenfold grabs the ladder, but Bull simply kicks him in the back of the legs before grasping his head tighter, pulling it back and throwing Tenfolds head forward violently into the ladder, sending it collapsing to the outside with Tenfold on it.

Gibson: Bull certainly took the time to nail Tenfold there.

Xplode: Good. Let’s see some hardcore action!

Bull walks over to Tenfold, but is quickly stopped. He looks down, but is tripped up and dragged under the ring! Bull lashes out violently, but he’s quickly dragged under, and from the same side emerges Ambrose. Bull quickly crawls out, but he stumbles into Ambrose’s clutches. He locks an arm around Bulls head, gives a quick salute to the crowd and slams him into the ground with the Amazing Impact DDT.

Gibson: ..Wow. Pretty unorthadox from Ambrose there--

Xplode: But it got the job done.

Ambrose slides into the ring, where Warrior is busy setting up the fallen ladder Tenfold used on him. Warrior notices and finishes setting the ladder down, turning to Ambrose. Ambrose catches Warrior with a swift right fist into his chest. Warrior stumbles back but darts forward, grabbing Ambrose and slamming him into the ground with the Dichotomy! (Running STO) Warrior gets to his feet, looking down at Ambrose and making sure that he’s down, turning around and beginning to climb up the ladder. Ambrose, though, manages to lock his feet around one leg of the ladder, shaking it slightly. It’s enough to make Warrior stop climbing, and turn around, hopping off the ladder. Ambrose scrambles backwards, shaking his head, but Warrior leans down, grasping him by his neck and pulling him up. Before Warrior can do anything, Ambrose slams down and rolls out of the ring, pacing around to the north side of the ring with his hands on his hips, causing the crowd to jeer loudly. Ambrose waves them off as Warrior slides outside, throwing up the ring apron and pulling out a steel chair. Ambrose doesn’t notice until Warrior darts around the outside of the ring towards Ambrose, violently slamming the chair into his back. Warrior turns around, pacing around the ring as he notices that Bull is on his feet. Bull turns around, only to walk into a vicious chair shot from Warrior, laying him out flat on the ground. Warrior drops the chair and slides into the ring, walking towards the ladder.

Xplode: Oh God no. Can we have someone stop him, please?!

Gibson: Warriors alone here, and he could very well be our next Pure Champion!

Xplode: Not on my watch..

Gibson: Sit down, Xplode!

Warrior starts his uninterrupted climb up the ladder, but Ambrose rolls in slowly, his back still aching from the chair shot, and dives forward, pushing the ladder. The ladder tumbles to its side, and Warrior has to jump off to avoid a possible injury, landing on his feet. Summoning up his strength, Ambrose bursts forward, hitting Warrior with a vicious Clothesline which sends him backflipping onto his stomach! Ambrose rolls across the ring from the impact, laying under the turnbuckle as Warrior rolls out of the ring, clutching his chest in pain. The action stops for a few seconds, as all competitors are nursing their wounds.

Gibson: It’s starting to get vicious now..

Xplode: GOOD!

Viper slowly stumbles to his feet, cricking his neck from side to side and looking down at Tenfold, sneering with evil intent. His eyes turn to the remaining ladder near him. Viper grasps the ladder, instead slamming it together and laying it down on the outside apron, so it leans up diagonally from floor to apron. Viper walks over to the legs, hoisting them up and tells a few fans to move back as he lifts it, laying the legs on the barrier. With the ladder now blocking off one portion of the outside, Viper turns his attentions to the downed Tenfold who attempted to blinside him, grasping him by his hair and pulling him to his feet. He leans down, lifting Tenfold and rolls him back-first onto the ladder, laying him out perfectly.

Gibson: Woah, woah..What the hells Viper planning here?

Viper climbs onto the apron, precariously walking the laid-flat rungs of the ladder and hoists Tenfold uneasily to his feet. The ladder wobbles slightly under the weight, but Viper hooks Tenfolds head, looking down. He remains there for a few seconds, keeping Tenfold stationary, before slamming him down with a Spike DDT, causing the ladder to buckle violently and send both men rolling off. Tenfold hits the outside almost lifelessly, his head now visibly bleeding.

Xplode: HELL YEAH!

Gibson: Good GOD! Viper just nailed the Spike DDT onto that ladder!

The ladder itself is now visibly bent in the middle as both men are momentarily out of the runnings, Vipers own back hitting the hard steel of the ladder. Seeing both the rookies down, Ambrose hauls himself to his feet using the ropes, heading towards the ladder. He grasps the sides, starting the climb to the top. The ladder wobbles as Ambrose reaches halfway, causing him to stop to steady the ladder before continuing. Eventually, Ambrose finally reaches the second-from-top rung and slowly, but uneasily, hauls himself to a standing position, reaching up for the title. Warrior quickly slides in, grasping the ladder and pulling it away. Ambrose manages to keep a tight grip on the titles though and, as he hangs helplessly in mid-air, attempts carefully to unbutton the straps. Warrior notices this and slides outside, picking up the chair he used on Bull and slides it into the ring. Ambrose watches, desperately trying to pull the belt free, but Warrior grasps the chair, takes aim and throws it violently up into the air, the chair hitting Ambrose square on the knees. Ambrose stops, visibly pained as the chair falls to the mat with a clatter, allowing Warrior to grasp the chair, turn, and throw it up with even more force. The chair hits Ambrose in the small of his spine, causing him to jolt, which in turn makes him let go of the belt and its cable and send him falling to the mat. Ambrose manages to wrap his arms around his head and curl into a ball, rolling uneasily as soon as he hits the mat. While the impact still took its toll, Ambrose wasn’t seriously hurt by the fall, causing Warrior to shake his head in frustration.

Gibson: Looks like Warrior wanted Ambrose to break a leg on the fall there.

Xplode: Well, he didn’t. But now he’s going to go for the title while Ambrose just lays there.

Gibson: He just had his back smacked by a chair, wouldn’t you want to recuperate after that kind of pain?

Xplode: Xplode doesn’t feel pain. Pain feels Xplode.

Gibson: Classy.

Warrior grasps the ladder he moved, looking up and carefully aligning it with the hanging title belt. Once the ladder is aligned, he starts to ascend the rungs, trying desperately to reach the belt. Bull, however, is now up on ringside and, seeing Warrior climb the ladder, quickly slides in, grabbing the opposite end and shaking it. Warrior doesn’t move, instead weathering this and continuing his ascent. Bull jogs over, but Warrior lashes a foot out, catching Bull on the side of his jaw and sending him backwards. Warrior climbs further, grasping the top of the ladder and pulling himself up, stretching as much as he can to grasp the title belt. He grabs one of the straps, but Bull runs around to the other end of the ladder, grasping it and starting to rock it again. Warrior keeps ahold, but Bull quickly takes a few steps back, darting forward and shoulder barging it with as much force as he can muster. This is enough to send the ladder slowly toppling backwards, sending Warrior down with it. The ladder lands on the set of ropes behind it, causing Warrior to let go and slam clean through the ladder Viper set up, snapping it clean in half!


HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Xplode: …Wow. That was fucking AWESOME!

Gibson: Warriors gone now, He’s simply out of this match. No human being can take that and live to fight another day.

Warrior isn’t moving much at ringside as he lays in the wreckage of the ladder, his left leg twitching. Bull gives a wide grin, shrugging nonchalantly before turning to the ladder and nodding to the fans. He strolls confidently towards it, climbing up it. Ambrose is also to his feet and stumbles over to the ladder, climbing the opposite side from Bull. Bull climbs quicker than Ambrose, reaching near the top of the ladder much quicker and leaning up. Ambrose catches up, slamming his forearm into Bulls gut and leaning up, grabbing the title. Bull himself also grabs the title belt, with both men desperately racing to unbutton the straps. Bull lunges forward, headbutting Ambrose violently in the face and sending him almost falling backwards, only for Ambrose to retaliate with another headbutt himself! Viper now rolls into the ring, walking over to the side of the ladder. Both Ambrose and Bull begin trading heavy blows, each man keeping one hand clasped tightly to the Pure Championship. Viper grasps the sides of the ladders, placing one hand on each side, and starts to climb up slowly and carefully. Ambrose and Bull stop trading blows, looking down at Viper who is starting to edge closer. Bull leans down with his free hand, throwing a punch at Viper who swings around onto Bulls side, locking his arms around his waist. Bull quickly hits a jab to Ambrose, sending him stumbling off the ladder and to the mat, falling onto his rear. Bull starts to climb down, forcing Viper to jump off. Bull jumps off too, both men facing eachother and starting to trade vicious blows! Viper attempts a quick elbow to Bull, but Bull ducks under, tackling Viper by the waist and mounting him, thrusting several punches down into Vipers chest and face. Viper quickly slides under Bull, twisting onto his stomach and grabbing his right leg as he does, tripping him up and locking in an Ankle Lock!

Xplode: Uhh..Roy? It ain’t pinfalls or submissions!

Gibson: But if Bull can’t climb a ladder without being in pain, then it effectively puts him out of climbing the ladder effectively!

Bull lunges forward, locking his arms around the bottom ropes as Viper locks in the Ankle Lock tighter. Bull looks over his shoulder before being dragged back slightly, Viper locking the hold tighter. Bull yells out in pain, slamming his fists into the mat. The fans begin to clap in unison with the sounds of the fists pounding the mat as Bull quickly rolls to the right in a desperate maneuver. It works, as it knocks Viper off of balance and sends him to the right, rolling across the mat and to the outside. Bull grasps the middle rope, pulling himself up uneasily and stomping his right foot into the mat, trying to regain the feeling. He doesn’t notice Tenfold climb the apron behind him until Tenfold pushes him in the back. Bull stumbles forward, turning around and laughing at Tenfold before darting forward. With fluid athleticism, Tenfold grasps the top rope, hops up and locks his legs around Bulls neck and dragging him over the top rope with a Hurracanrana! Tenfold lets go, but quickly catches the middle rope and lands on the apron as Bull hits the outside, rolling to the feet of the crowd barrier and allowing Tenfold to climb in and walk over to the ladder. Viper leans under the ring, pulling out a table and sliding it in as Tenfold begins to climb the ladder. Noticing this, he leans further under the ring, pulling out a wooden Baseball Bat and nodding, grinning as he clutches it and slides into the ring. Viper darts in, rushing over and slamming the Baseball Bat ruthlessly into Tenfolds side. Tenfold yells out in pain, clutching his side before Viper swings it up once more, catching Tenfold in the back of his leg and sending him collapsing to the mat. Viper swings the bat down, but Tenfolds rolls out of the ring, clutching the back of his leg in agony. Warrior himself slowly sits up, rubbing his back.

Xplode: The mans nuts. How can anyone survive being put through a ladder?

Gibson: Well, he had enough time to recover. The desire for glory can spur on a lot of people to go beyond the call of duty.

Xplode: Well, he better get moving, because Vipers alone in there!

Viper climbs halfway up the ladder before Ambrose pulls himself to his feet, clutching his lower back. He looks down at the baseball bat Viper dropped as he began climbing before shaking his head and leaning up, grabbing the back of Vipers tights and pulling him down, dragging him violently. Both men are brought down to the mat and Ambrose grabs Viper, kneeing him in the gut before lifting him up high, stalling for a few seconds before slamming him down to the mat, dusting off his hands as he sits up. He looks over at the table Viper slid in and gets to his feet, leaning down, pulling out the legs and setting it up near a corner, grasping the rookies head and rolling him onto the table. Ambrose notices that he isn’t moving much, and so figures that the rookie isn’t much of a threat, Ambrose turns to the ladder still erected high in the middle of the ring, grabbing it and starting to quickly ascend up it with haste. However, Warrior is also up, and is now climbing the opposite side. Ambrose reaches the top first, and carefully stands, grasping the Pure Championship. Warrior quickly lunges forward, punching Ambrose in his gut and sending him doubling over. He grasps Ambrose and tries to pull him forward, but Ambrose grasps the ladder, stopping him from doing so. Bull quickly slides into the ring and climbs onto the bottom rung under Warrior, grasping his attire and roughly pulling him backwards. Warrior hits the mat with a vicious crash, and Bull steps off, grabbing the opposite end and tries to push it backwards. The ladder quickly starts to teeter backwards, and as it does, realizing that he can’t reach the title as the ladder is starting to fall, Ambrose quickly kisses his bicep and turns at an angle towards Vipers table, jumping off and slamming his elbow into Viper, snapping the table in two as the ladder tumbles over!

Gibson: Looks like Ambrose lost his chance, but goddamn he took his opportunity well!

Xplode: Well, on the plus side, Viper isn’t moving. That’s one less rookie to worry about.

Bull grasps the ladder, forcing it back with all his might. However, he hasn’t noticed that Warrior has pulled himself up in the lower-right corner, watching Bull intently. Bull quickly pulls the ladder onto its feet and steps up, starting to climb up the ladder. Warrior rushes forward, catching Bull and sending him violently into the mat with the Rage! (Gore) Bull is slammed backwards, and the ladder tumbles down with the force of the move. Seeing his opportunity open itself, Warrior wastes no time stumbling to his feet and grasping the ladder, pulling it up. He doesn’t bother checking the position, instead climbing swiftly up the ladder. Tenfold slides into the ring now, but Warrior is already close to the top of the ladder. He leans over, noticing that he’s a few inches off, but enough to stretch over to. His fingers scrape the plate of the belt, but now Tenfold is climbing up the ladder behind Warrior. Warrior doesn’t notice until Tenfold slams his fists into both sides of Warrior. Warrior falters, leaning over the top of the ladder and allowing Tenfold to reach up, grabbing the belt, but Warrior lunges forward, tackling him and sending both men down to the mat!

Gibson: Woah, was that the Rage from the top of the ladder?

Xplode: Maybe. Maybe they were hugging and it got violent. We’ll never know!

Bull slowly pulls himself to his feet, grabbing the ladder he was climbing and pulls himself up. Ambrose rolls out to the right of the ring, grabbing the final ladder left on the right side of the ring and slamming it shut, sliding it into the ring. Ambrose slides in, clutching his right arm as he does, and sets it up the left of Bulls ladder, which Warrior now has a hold of. Tenfold rolls out of the ring, stumbling over to the left side and grabbing the last remaining ladder, sliding it into the ring as Ambrose begins to slowly climb his ladder. Tenfold quickly sets the ladder up to the right of Bulls, starting to climb up as both Bull and Warrior climb the middle ladder. Viper rolls onto his stomach, forcing himself to stumble onto his feet and turns around, grabbing the ladder Tenfold is climbing. All six men begin to scale the ladders, the crowd cheering wildly as they do. On the right, Tenfold and Viper reach near the top first, both men exchanging quick, heated blows. Warrior quickly climbs to the top of the middle ladder, getting very close to the Pure Championship. He grasps the title belt, but Viper swings an elbow to his right, catching Warrior in the jaw. Bull quickly reaches Warrior, grabbing him by the hair and slamming his face into the top of the ladder, reaching up for the belt. Ambrose approaches the top of his lone ladder, leaning over and punching Bull in the gut. Bull shakes off the punch, slamming Warriors head down once more as Ambrose tries to lean over, only to get a swift elbow into his lower jaw for the effort. Viper hits a swift hook which nearly knocks Tenfold out, causing him to almost fall back. His grip starts to pull the ladder, but Viper leans over, slamming his open palm into Tenfolds chest, shoving him straight off of the ladder and down to the mat! Viper leans over, but Bull, single-handedly fighting off the competitors now, turns slightly on the ladder, locking a single arm around Vipers chest before managing to push him off, albeit without forcefully hurting Viper. Viper is instead forced down onto his feet on the mat and into the turnbuckle, giving Bull enough time to slam Warriors head down again before pushing him backwards and to the mat. Viper slides to the outsider, quickly grabbing the Baseball Bat he used earlier before sliding into the ring, smashing it into the back of Bulls legs. Bull yells out in agony, clutching the ladder as Viper swings it upwards and straighter, hitting Bull right in the back. Bull cries out again, but starts to ascend the ladder, much to the cheers of the crowd! His fingertips scrape the belts straps, but Viper walks forward, jabbing the baseball bat upwards tip-first and nailing Bull in the crotch. The crowd give a collective groan as Bull clutches his groin, stumbling down onto the mat. Viper approaches behind Ambrose, who, having noticed Bulls fate, turns around and jabs a foot down, catching Viper in the top of his head. Viper stumbles backwards, allowing Ambrose to climb up, standing directly on the top of the ladder. It wobbles precariously, but Ambrose steps forward onto the middle ladder, distributing his weight evenly as he reaches out for the title which is in his grasp. He locks both arms around the title, starting to unbutton the straps as the crowd hold their breath…However, Viper, in a fit of desperation, drops the baseball bat and cross bodies both the middle and left ladders, sending both of them collapsing to the mat with Viper! Ambrose is left hanging once more, clutching onto the title for dear life.

Xplode: He must really be unlucky. This is the second time he’s been left hanging.

Ambrose tries to fiddle with the straps carefully, but his grip loosens as he does, causing him to automatically latch tighter to avoid falling. Noticing that there’s now no way he can safely unbutton the straps without having to loosen his grip and risk a dangerous fall, he looks down at Viper, who slowly rolls onto his back on both fallen ladders. Before Viper is aware and can sit up, Ambrose slowly loosens his left arm and lets it hang free before lifting it, kissing his bicep…and dropping straight down, hitting a gigantic J-Drop onto Viper with a vicious clatter of flesh on steel!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Gibson: HOLY CRAP! Ambrose just hit the second major J-Drop of the evening!

Xplode: The kids going places, Rocko..Sure, it seems like it’s going to be accident and emergency, but he’s going places!

Tenfold slowly rises to his knees, looking up at the title belt groggily, his face now covered with blood. He shakes his head, slowly crawling forward and grasps the middle ladder, pulling himself up and onto the ladder. Some of the crowd are on their feet now as Tenfold, very slowly, begins the painful ascent up the ladder. Warrior slowly gets to his feet, his legs wobbling from the fatigue now setting in. He starts to climb up behind Tenfold, quickly grabbing the back of his tights and pulling at them. Tenfold stops, lunging his foot backwards, but Warrior moves his head quickly, pulling him down and onto the mat, collapsing backwards. Warrior takes Tenfolds place, starting to climb towards the top. In the blink of an eye, Tenfold kips to his feet using a surprise burst of energy, causing the crowd to cheer wildly! Using this sudden burst of last-gasp energy, he turns around, jumping onto the middle rope before spring boarding off, catching Warrior with a vicious Dropkick into his lower back, sending him tumbling forward with the ladder. The ladder smashes off the opposite set of ropes and comes to a halt upon them, ensuring Warriors body violently slams into the ladder on the way down, sending him rolling off and clutching his torso in agony. The carnage in the ring is evident: Warrior is down, Tenfold is down, Bull is on the outside slowly pulling himself up with the apron, Both Ambrose and Viper are lying amongst two ladders, barely moving. Almost all of the crowd are on their feet now, watching and waiting as Bull gets to his feet, sliding into the ring and looking down at Warrior, then the ladder leant against the ropes. Bull leans down, grabbing Warrior by his hair and pulling him to his feet. He locks his right arm around Warriors chest, lifting him before slamming him down violently with a BullsEye onto the ladder! The ladder rattles viciously as Warriors body is slammed into it, but Bull simply rises to his feet again, looking down at Warrior and giving a small chuckle, shaking his head as Warrior lays on the ladder.

Gibson: Wow..Bull looks..scary.

Xplode: Well, he just put the fear of God into Warrior with that BullsEye.

Gibson: I’m not even going to say if Warriors out for the count, because he’s come back from worse time and again in this match.

Viper rolls off of the wreckage of the ladders, allowing Bull to a slam a foot down onto the back of his head as he walks over to one of the fallen ladders, pulling it up and into the middle of the ring, setting it up. Viper gets up, grabbing the side of the ladder, but Bull simply kicks him, sending him back down to the mat before turning to the ladder, starting to slowly climb up it. Tenfold stumbles up to his feet, leaning against the ropes as he re-gains his bearings and turns to the ladder, starting to climb it. Both men climb it slowly, a symbol of the fatigue both men are suffering. Viper rolls across the ring and out of it, leaning down and throwing up the apron before pulling out a table and sliding it in. Tenfold and Bull both start to reach the top as Viper slides into the ring, starting to exchange blows near the top of the ladder. Bull hits a sharp punch to Tenfolds right cheek, leaning up and going for the belt. Viper sets up the table a few feet behind Bulls position, walking over to the ladder and leaning up, grabbing Bulls trunks. Bull leans down, trying to shake off Viper who quickly steps down from the ladder. Bull turns to Tenfold who lunges forward, headbutting Bull. Bull clings onto the ladder before snapping a vicious jab, catching Tenfold in his mouth and sending him falling backwards from the ladder, rolling across the mat. This distraction allows Viper to lock his arms around Bulls waist, pulling him back and slamming him down with a German Suplex, narrowly avoiding the table. Viper rolls out from under Bull, pointing to the title and starting to climb the ladder. As he does, though, Warrior rolls off the ladder and to his feet, eyes widened and sparkling with malice intent as he turns to Viper. He starts to ascend the ladder slowly, Viper turning around and noticing. He climbs further up the ladder, but Warrior grabs the hem of his tights, keeping him in place has climbs up, slamming a forearm into the small of his back. Ambrose is now up, and wanders over to Warrior and Viper, folding his arms as he waits. Warrior notices and quickly lets go of Viper, turning and going for a double axe handle. Ambrose darts forward, ducking under the axe handle. Warrior turns around, only for Ambrose to deliver a thunderous kick into his gut before swinging him up onto his back, arms spreadeagled for the J-Bomb. Ambrose goes to fling Warrior outside, but notices the table Viper set up and turns to face it at an angle. With the final remnants of strength, Ambrose takes a short run forward, slamming Warrior clean through the table with the J-Bomb! Ambrose turns his attention to Viper now, but Viper dives off, backflipping and catching Ambrose with an outspread arm and taking both men down on top of Warrior!

Gibson: How much punishment can one man take?!

Xplode: Someone with balls.

Gibson: Wow, you actually paid compliment to Warrior. We should make sure pigs aren’t flying.

Xplode: Well, he has balls, but zero brains..

Gibson: And Viper too..What a Snake Bite!

Xplode: He damn near had the title, what did he do that for?!

Gibson: Considering Ambrose was ready to climb up and throw him off, I’m sure that the move would at least take out his momentum.

Viper is quickly back to his feet, darting for the ladder with his final shred of energy and starts to climb up it, desperately pulling up his aching feet quickly. He manages to pull himself up using his hands, grasping the top of the ladder as the Pure Championship slowly reaches his grasp! Standing carefully, Viper leans up, desperately clawing at the Championship before stretching and latching his arms to it. The crowd cheer wildly though as Tenfold kips up for the second time, screaming wildly to the heavens before jumping forward, hitting a Dropkick to the ladder. The ladder tumbles backwards, slamming off of the ladder Warrior was slammed onto earlier. The fall takes Viper with it as he hangs on desperately, but lets go, flying backwards and into the first row of the crowd sat to the right of the ring! With a crash of chairs, Viper hits the ground, laying in a mangled wreck of chairs as fans scramble away and security rush over.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Tenfold pumps his arms violently, feeling the momentum return to him as he grabs the ladder, pulling it roughly to a standing base and beginning to start his ascent up it. Bull grasps the ladder himself, pulling himself to his feet and also joining the climb up..

Tenfold pumps his arms violently, feeling the momentum return to him as he grabs the ladder, pulling it roughly to a standing base and beginning to start his ascent up it. Bull grasps the ladder himself, pulling himself to his feet and also joining the climb up. The crowd cheers loudly as both men slowly ascend to the top, each step painfully slow!

Gibson: I can’t watch! This is too much!

Bull is the first to reach the top due to his superior conditioning! He grips the metal plating on the ladder and times his punch just as Tenfold’s head reaches the apex! With a hard shot, he drives his bare knuckles into Tenfold’s forehead! Danny’s head snaps back instantly! Bull then reaches out and slams Danny head first into the ladder, causing Tenfold to slip a bit! Behind Tenfold, Ambrose is once again on the attack as he climbs the ladder, grabbing a handful of Tenfold’s tights! Bull sees this and desperately tries to shove Tenfold away!

The crowd is cheering at a fever pitch now as we see Warrior approaching the ladder! He begins to climb the ladder behind Jack Bull now, reaching him and punching the Pure Champion in the spine! All 4 men are on the ladder now and the tool is beginning to bend due to the weight being placed upon it!

Gibson: This won’t end well at all! That ladder was not built for this kind of weight!

Xplode: Yeah, glad I brought my digital camera with me..

Gibson: ….

Jack Bull reaches out for the strap that dangles over his head but finds himself yanked back by Warrior! The two men struggle with one another on one side of the ladder! On the other side, it is Tenfold now who is on the attack, driving his boot into the shoulder of Ambrose! The legs of the ladder bend now, and the structure begins to tip!

Xplode: Here we go!

As the crowd collectively gasps, the legs of the ladder fully bend now as the men on the ladder come tumbling down! Jack Bull and Warrior fall to one side, tumbling to the mat below! Jace Ambrose lands upon the nearby ring ropes, finding himself bouncing off of them and then violently to the mat afterward!

Gibson: OH MY GAWD! Wait… where is Tenfold?! WOW, LOOK!

Xplode: I don’t believe it..

Somehow, Tenfold was able to grab the strap as the ladder tipped over! Not letting go, he is still dangling in the air with nothing underneath his feet! Below, Jack Bull shakes off the impact only to look up… but it is too late! The Pure Title suddenly unhooks from the clamp above, sending Danny Tenfold AND the championship to the mat below!

Gibson: We have a winner! NEW champion! NEW champion!

Skye: The winner.. And NEW EUW Pure Champion, Danny Tenfold!

The crowd cheers loudly as Danny Tenfold sits up with title belt in hand! He can hardly believe his eyes! Walking up behind him, Jack Bull grabs him by the shoulder and yanks him up to his feet very rough like! Tenfold is taken by surprise as Bull slaps him on the shoulder in a gesture of respect! Raising Tenfold’s arm in the air in victory, Bull shares in the victory as the fans cheer them both on!

Gibson: Bull may not be the Pure Champion anymore.. But he has just hit legend status. Very cool!

After one more pat on the back, Jack Bull then drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He glances over his shoulder a moment before heading up the ramp way and out of sight. In the ring, Tenfold flips the title belt over his shoulder and exits as well, leaving Warrior and Tenfold alone. Warrior is seen dusting himself off before looking in Ambrose’s direction. Now sitting up slowly, Ambrose pounds his fist into the mat before attempting to rise to his feet.

Suddenly.. The titantron blazes to life..

Appearing on the large screen above the ring, Mark Rivera smiles. He begins to speak as the fans boo loudly..

Rivera: Well, that was a valiant effort Jace. I respect the effort that you put in there. The Empire would have been honored to have a member fight that hard. It’s just too bad that you were not one of us…

Jace is shown in the ring now looking confused.

Rivera: There is one thing that I hate worse than the EUW and that’s a traitor. I had such high hopes for you, boy. It’s just too bad. As of this moment, your contract has been terminated with the Empire. With that, a roster spot has opened! A spot that was filled in rather quickly. The man behind you was more than happy to answer the call. Warrior.. Welcome to the Empire!

Gibson: WHAT?! THAT SON OF A -

Jace looks behind him but due to his exhaustion he is not fast enough. Out of no where, Warrior plows right into him, spearing him right in the back with the Rage! (Spear) Jace tumbles to the mat as Warrior begins to stomp him hard! Finally, Jace is picked up by Warrior. With a Irish Whip, Jace is sent to the ropes! Once back, Warrior wraps him up and flings him backward with the Colorado Suplex! Satisfied now, Warrior smiles as Rivera continues. The fans boo LOUDLY!

Rivera: Welcome to the fold, Warrior. You will fit in perfectly..

Warrior is seen laughing as he rolls out of the ring. Ring officials rush into the ring now and begin to help Jace to his feet as the crowd boos loudly..

Gibson: I can’t believe this.. Rivera is taking out his own men now.

Xplode: There is no honor amongst thieves.

The scene fades as we see Warrior laughing at the entrance..

[primetime]

We now see Jace Ambrose being helped to the locker room by EUW referees. His face is slightly swollen from Warrior’s attacks as his head bobs lifelessly back and forth. Kirk Kennedy sees this and rushes to his side, helping the men place Ambrose on a nearby medical bed. Leaning over Ambrose, Kirk shakes his head in anger and begins to walk away. Ambrose stops him though by grabbing his arm. Dragging Kirk Kennedy closer, Ambrose begins to speak through a rough sounding voice..

Ambrose: Chad.. He didn’t deserve it.

Kirk: I know, son. Just relax. Doctor’s are on their way.

Ambrose: No. He trusted.. Him.

Kirk: Who? I think you should rest.

Ambrose: Mark Rivera ordered Scorpion to attack your son. Scorpion wanted to put Chad Kennedy away but Rivera insisted on putting him out for good.

Kirk Kennedy’s face turns a deep shade of red.

Kirk: You know this, how?

Ambrose: The phone call. The Jace heard it all when… he arrived here. Had the Jace know ahead of time, he would have stopped it.

Kirk: I know, son. You will be taken care of now. The Doctors are here for you.

Kirk then turns to the Doctors behind him and speaks in a raging manner..

Kirk: HELP THIS KID! He is with the EUW now! It’s time to end this little charade.. NOW!

The Doctors rush to Ambrose as Kirk Kennedy turns to face the hallway. Standing there looking at him is Oblivion! The crowd cheers loudly now as the Big Dog nods in response. No words are exchanged as Oblivion turns and heads down to the ring to the fan’s delight. As Kirk watches him leave, he begins to mumble out loud..

Kirk: .The Gates of Hell have been opened.. And there is no turning back..

[primetime]

Hell in a Cell Match
Dante Holly vs Oblivion

Gibson: This has been an amazing night thus far. Can you believe that last match, X? I mean, a new Pure Champion? I never saw that coming at all!

Xplode: Tenfold is one lucky man, that is for sure. I expect Jack to be pissed and ready for round 2 so to speak..

Gibson: That leads us to our next match up. In a show down that no one saw coming, Dante Holly was able to draw Oblivion out of retirement for a match made in hell! Inside the hell in a cell, these two men will literally destroy one another!

Xplode: Yeah, I am not sure what Dante had in mind when asking for this situation. No one knows Oblivion better than I do. I once faced him in that very ring at this very pay per view. I escaped that night by the hair of my teeth. I have never been the same since. Things are going to get ugly out there.

Gibson: That being said, we turn to Skye inside the ring as she prepares to begin the match.

The feed pans to the ring where Skye is seen standing. The fans around her applaud loudly in anticipation. Smiling, she tries to talk but finds her voice drowned out by the continuous cheers in the arena! Looking over her shoulder she remains silent as the cheers continue.

Crowd: OBL-VI-ON!.. OBLI-VI-ON!

Gibson: Can you believe these fans! The Dog Pound is here and in large numbers tonight! It’s truly amazing.

As the crowd continuous to cheer, we see a shot of the steel structure above the ring. Skye attempts to speak once again..

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen.. This is 2 heroes.. 1 Cell! Coming to the ring first, representing the Empire, Dante Holly!

The crowd begins to boo loudly now as the camera pans to the entrance area.

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

Skye: And his opponent!

The crowd stands up as the cheers hit a deafening level!

Skye: Representing the EUW! Please welcome.. Oblivion!

"Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold now begins to play..

With the fans screaming at a fever pitch, Oblivion drives through the entrance curtain aboard a 2010 Harley Davidson Dyna Glide. Dressed in dark leathers and a red bandanna, Obi glances at the fans in attendance before raising one gloved fist over his head.

With the fans screaming at a fever pitch, Oblivion revs his engine and then let's it all out.. racing down the rampway and towards the ring. Circling the ring once, he shuts down the bike and dismounts. Stepping up the metal steps, Oblivion raises one leg over the top rope and enters the ring, tossing the bandanna into the fans from on top of his head. He begins to shadow box as he backs up into a corner, cracking his neck and awaiting the start of the match.

The camera flashes continue now as the cage is lowered over both men. We see Oblivion in his corner, shaking each arm as he stares in Dante Holly’s direction. Across from him, Dante Holly returns the glare. He has a different look upon his face than normal.

Gibson: There is something different about Holly right now. He seems.. Sort of serious!

Xplode: Good. I would hate to see him laugh his way to the funeral parlor..

With the cage lowered and both men set in the ring, Dante Holly and Oblivion stare across at each other in the ring. For over a year, this feud has brewed and now it comes to a head. Dante bounces slightly in his corner, the usual cheshire grin on his face replaced by a motivated glare at Oblivion, invigorated by the words of Chris Hart and Mark Rivera. Oblivion returns it as he simply stands in his corner, waiting for the toll of the bell. The crowd reaches a fever pitch as they look at the two heroes in the cell – and the toll of the bell brings another roar as immediately the two charge at each other, not willing to leave anything behind.

The usual collar and elbow tie up is foregone instead Oblivion chooses to unleash the fist's as Dante bobs in and out trying to avoid each of them while countering with body blows of his own. Neither man is able to truly connect with large blows however the ring veteran Oblivion uses it to maneuver Dante towards the ropes and eventually grabs hold of him and looks to throw him across the ring. Dante stops it however and stares across at Oblivion before popping his chest out at him, showing that he's not going to be bullied. Oblivion uses the opportunity to look for a massive clothesline but Dante is ready for it and drops down into a back bridge before popping back to his feet and running at the ropes. As Oblivion comes charging back, Dante springboards off of them and grabs hold of Oblivion's arm before snapping him down to the ring with an arm drag. Popping up to his feet Dante poses and looks down at Oblivion, going nose to nose with the EUW Hall of Famer.

Dante: “Tonight, your evil will be exposed!”

Oblivion looks up at Dante and fires a massive uppercut that knocks him back a step and draws a cheer from the pro-EUW crowd in Houston, Texas. Getting to his feet Oblivion keeps the pressure going and scores with a set of big hands that continually knock Holly back until this time he ends up in the corner. Oblivion then unleashes a set of furious hands with each blow scoring as the referee aimlessly looks on. Grabbing hold of Dante, he whips him all the way across the ring as he goes back first into the turnbuckle. Oblivion charges after him and connects with a massive clothesline in the corner that sends Dante flying over the top rope and landing right on the ring steps with a smile on his face, having narrowly avoided the potentially decapitating blow. Dante looks at Oblivion with the turnbuckles in between them and looks around at the cage.

Oblivion: “There's nowhere to run, kid.”

Dante turns his focus back to his opponent and then wags one finger at him. Oblivion merely stares at him unflinching until Dante turns the finger into a fist and bops Oblivion right on the nose – startling him for enough time to allow Dante to use the rope to slingshot himself back into the ring and latch onto Oblivion and taking him down with a snap hurricanrana.

Gibson: “I don't think this is what anyone expected coming into this match Xplode. Everyone assumed that Dante Holly was the lamb for slaughter but to this point he's gone toe to toe ... and then some with Oblivion.”

Xplode: “The kid's in overhead his head Rock. I'd like to rip him but merely having the cajones to step into the cell with Oblivion earns him a modicum of respect. That won't change the inevitable outcome however.”

Dante pushes Oblivion into the ropes and begins to pound his fists into him as he tries to get to his feet. Once he does he uses his brute strength advantage to push Dante off of him and then goes back on the attack himself. Grabbing hold of Dante he fires an inside elbow, followed up by a set of quick jabs to the mid section before scoring with another elbow that stuns Dante. Oblivion charges at the ropes and then comes back before connecting with a big elbow shot to the side of Dante's head which floors him. Wasting little time he grabs hold of Dante and picks him up before slamming him back down with a simple body slam, asserting his presence in the ring. As he bends over to pick Dante up a second time though, the super hero looks to pull him down with an inside cradle. Oblivion is caught off guard but manages to retain his balance and latches onto Dante and heaves him up onto his shoulders. Walking towards the ring ropes Oblivion withstands the punches and paw shots of Dante before slamming him down to the mat with no abandon, the back of Dante arching up in pain before he rolls out to the floor below ... with Oblivion in pursuit.

Stepping out of the ring, Oblivion jumps down and grabs a hold of Holly before he can recover and slams him face first into the steel ring steps, once, twice, three times, before marching him directly to the steel of the cell and pressing his face right into it before grating it along the unforgiving chain. Dante clutches at his face but Oblivion is unrelenting, eventually pulling him off of the cage and throwing him into the ring apron back first. Dante drops down to the protective matting as Oblivion merely marches to the adjacent corner and flips the covering and goes under the ring to grab some weaponry.

Coming out from under, he does so with a biker chain and goes towards where he had left Dante but he's unable to find superhero. He flips the apron up and looks under but Dante is nowhere to be seen. He walks to the third side, and then the fourth doing the same thing and comes up with the same result, no Dante. As he pulls himself out from under the fourth side with a bewildered look on his face, Dante Holly appears on the top rope looking down at Oblivion.

Dante: “Looking for me, O' vile villain?”

Oblivion turns around and looks at Dante soaring through the air before he is taken down by the cross body of Dante Holly. Both men are down for a moment before Dante stirs and grabs hold of the biker chain Oblivion pulled out and looks down at it, and then at Oblivion the moral dilemma of using it on him raging through his head. Oblivion starts to get up as finally Dante makes his decision and tosses the biker chain aside and hops onto the apron, ready for another aerial assault. Oblivion turns around and Dante leaps off, looking this time for a flying roundhouse but Oblivion is prepared for it and ducks out of the way. Dante sticks the landing on the ground but doesn't stay up long as he is promptly taken down by the massive boot of the “Big Dog.”

Gibson: “Dante went to the well one to many times with the high-flying moves and paid for it right there.”

Xplode: “The ring smarts of Oblivion are definitely opposite to the stupidity of Dante Holly.”

Gibson: “So much for not having anything derogatory to say about Dante.”

Oblivion takes the fight right back at Dante and pulls him up to his feet before tossing him back into the cage. Dante grabs hold of it though and looks to scale it, heading away from Oblivion who quickly springs into action, grabbing hold of Dante's pants. Dante tries to claw away but Oblivion keeps a hold and eventually Dante relents and simply clings for deer life to the cage. Oblivion is forced to claw up as Dante looks to now kick him off but eventually Oblivion gets to the same level as Dante and grabs hold of the back of his head and slams him face first into the cage. Dante sways back but hangs on and grabs hold of Oblivion and looks to return the favour Oblivion however blocks it with one hand and fires an elbow at Dante which causes him to nearly fall back. Oblivion grabs hold and throws him once more into the cage, before using the recoil to throw Dante down from about half way up the steel to the matting below.

Oblivion clambers down as Dante begins to stir and upon reaching the bottom throws him into the ring before reaching under the ring apron and tossing a trash can full of weapons into the ring and then sliding a table in. Dante gets slowly up to his feet, stirred by the crashing, and looks at the weapons as Oblivion sets the table up against the turnbuckle. Dante reaches over and grabs hold of a stop sign that has slid out of the trash can as Oblivion approaches him with the biker chain. Holding it up in self defence, the crowd can't help but laugh at Dante as Oblivion swings the chain at him and Dante bats it away with the sign as he back peddles. Oblivion continues stalking the protector of the nubile, slowly twirling the chain before Dante's back is pressed into the ropes. Oblivion doesn't crack a smile as Dante realizes he has nowhere left to go. Back pressed against the wall, Dante's new level of courage kicks in as he decides to fight back, throwing the sign at Oblivion before calling upon his super speed powers and quickly dashing away from him. The bravery quickly dissipates though as he tosses himself out of the ring to relative safety on the outside. Oblivion looks at Dante and merely shakes his head.

Dante: “Brains beat brawns, the same as good conquers evil, O' most nefarious Hunter. Drop thy weapons and we shall face off like men, and the depths of your corruption shall be exposed.”

Oblivion waits for a moment before dropping the biker chain into the trash can and tossing it at Dante, who deftly steps aside avoiding it.

Oblivion: “Have it your way.”

Oblivion beckons Dante to come after him and he does, sliding into the ring before approaching him with caution. Eventually the two tie up collar and elbow for the first time in the match. Dante tries to push Oblivion back but is unable too as he is far to big. Oblivion however has no issue pressing Dante back into the ropes and whips him across the ring. On the rebound he looks for a big back body drop but Dante rolls across his back and ends up on his feet in position to go on the attack. Oblivion turns around and when he does Dante quickly takes him down with an arm drag. Popping to his feet, Dante pulls Oblivion down with a second, third, fourth and then a fifth before finally Oblivion stays down for any length of time. When he does, Dante sprints across the ring to the other side and comes back with a handspring and then quick flip coming down with the handspring 450 splash right across the ribs of Oblivion, before hooking the leg for the first pin attempt of the night.

1...
2...

Oblivion kicks out at two as the crowd cheers slightly, little doubt in their collective mind that he was going too.

Gibson: “A little bit of life here from Dante Holly after Oblivion had seized control of the match and he gets the first fall attempt of evening.”

Xplode: “It's going to take a hell of a lot more than some fancy flip to put away Obi though. There's a reason he's the best in the business and why EUW is going to come out on top in crooked war Rivera has waged.”

Dante quickly gets up to his feet and pulls Oblivion up before pressing him into corner before climbing it and beginning to rain down straight right hands. Oblivion absorbs them however as Dante has put himself into a precipitous position. Oblivion blocks one shot and grabs hold of Dante as he's in perfect position for the TFT. Oblivion walks out of the corner as the crowd roars, sensing the end is nigh. Dante however, just as Chris had stated, has Toby scouted perfectly and merely drops out, the back and taking Toby down with a head scissors. Getting to his feet, Dante looks at Oblivion and then out at the crowd and knows what he needs to do to put Oblivion away as he is slower to his feet.

Dante: “Oblivion, your reign of evil is finished! The nubile shall be saved!”

Dante fires a big right hand to the skull of Oblivion knocking his neck back. A second blow comes that stuns Oblivion momentarily, allowing Dante to quickly spin around and connect with the discus right that knocks Oblivion down as the crowd looks on stunned. Dante looks at Oblivion before hitting the near ropes and coming off and dropping the leg right across the throat of Oblivion who trembles slightly on the canvas. It takes him a moment to get up to his feet and when he does, Dante is right there and slams his hands into the ears of Oblivion, the old military trick serving it's purpose this time. With Oblivion on the ropes, Dante grabs hold of Oblivion and with all his strength lifts him up and plants him with an inverted atomic drop. Oblivion turns around clutching his nether regions as Dante warms up the right hand. As soon as Oblivion turns around, Dante leaps forward yelling at the top of his lungs.

Dante: “FALCON! PUNCH!”

The blow connects right on the jaw of Oblivion appearing to knock him out as the crowd looks on shocked. Dante looks down at his opponent before dropping down and hooking the leg of Oblivion.

1...
2...

At the last possible moment, Oblivion manages to slide his shoulder out from Dante as this time the crowd roars, having feared the worst. Dante rolls over and can't believe that Oblivion kicked out, he stares pleading at the referee who can only shake his head. This causes Dante to seemingly snap, as he grabs hold of Oblivion and begins to viciously slam his head into the canvas, shouting incoherently about his evil deeds, the corruption of Kirk Kennedy, the glories of Mark Rivera, and that the Justice League of America was waiting for Dante to finish him off before taking him into inter-galactic custody. Oblivion manages to fight him off and slowly get up to his feet, but that does him little good as once more Dante comes back with the massive right hand, foregoing the shout, as once more the Falcon Punch drops Oblivion.

Gibson: “I ... I don't believe it. Dante might have Oblivion here.”

Xplode: “This would be the upset of the century!”

Dante doesn't go for the pin fall though, instead he ducks out of the ring and begins to scale the cell, occasionally looking back at Oblivion to make sure he is still frozen in the center of the ring. Reaching the top, Dante isn't paused, instead he goes parallel to the ground, slowly shimmying along until he is upside down on the bottom of the top of the cage looking down at Oblivion still seemingly out of it after the second Falcon Punch.

Gibson: “What the hell is he doing?

Xplode: “I don't think even he knows.”

Dante: “For EUW!”

Xplode: “What the ...?”

Gibson: Oh, my God. Sweet Jesu!!!”

A “Holy Shit!” chant from the crowd begins as Dante is just to the right of Oblivion, having connected with a 540 splash off the top of the cage right onto Oblivion. Dante and Oblivion are both out of it for a few moments before Dante hauls himself over to Oblivion and slowly hooks the leg as the referee slides into position to make the count as the crowd roars at Oblivion, begging him to kick out.

1...
2...

NO!

The pleas of the crowd seem to give Oblivion the energy to kick out, the somewhat mythical connection between him and the crowd coming in handy once more. Dante Holly looks down at Oblivion, when all of a sudden he finds the big hand of the EUW Hall of Famer around his throat. Oblivion rolls to his feet slowly with Dante in his grasp and hangs on despite him chopping at it. When he does, he wastes no time in going for the big choke slam but finally Dante is able to break free. He looks to connect with a clothesline on Oblivion but he side steps it and presses him into the ropes and on the rebound, slaps the hand onto his throat once more. Moving the arm of Dante to his right side, he shakes his head once.

Oblivion: “For EUW.”

Oblivion lifts Dante into the air before turning around and slamming him right into the table, long perched against the turnbuckle and finally crumpling under the weight of a human body. Dante slumps against it, and in doing so ends up falling to the outside in no mans land as the crowd cheers and Oblivion throws one hand into the air, signifying his return to the ring and the end of Dante Holly being nigh. He goes right after Dante, still down on the outside and grabs hold of him, lifting him up to his feet slowly, exhaustion beginning to set in. Slamming him into the turnbuckle post to inflict a little more punishment, Oblivion lifts Dante up onto his shoulder before charging at the cage. Dante goes spearing into it face first with all the momentum of the charging Oblivion added in. Dante slumps down to the floor, still battered from the choke slam and now the cage as Oblivion bends down and grabs hold.

Oblivion: “It's not over yet. You've still got a lot to answer for.”

Oblivion slams Dante into the cage once more as he pulls him up before turning around and tossing him into the ring. Grabbing hold of the steel chair that had spilled out of the trash can earlier, Oblivion follows him in and waits for Dante to stumble to his feet. When he does, the top of his costume is red instead of orange, the blow in the cage obviously having cut open the forehead of Dante Holly. That wound is further exacerbated however as Oblivion winds up and unleashes a hellacious chair shot that connects right with the cranium of Dante Holly, who drops like a sack of hammers. Oblivion looks at the chair for a moment, before tossing it aside and covering Dante Holly, hooking the leg.

Gibson: “You have to give Dante props for a valiant effort but it still was not enough to take down Oblivion.”

Xplode: “Like I said earlier, he never had a chance.

Gibson: “WHAT!!!”

Back in the ring the referee has two fingers in the air as Dante Holly's shoulder is up in the air as Oblivion looks down with no facial expression, showing no surprise that Dante managed to kick out from first the choke slam, then being thrown into the cage and then the unprotected chair shot. Oblivion slowly gets up to his feet and simply ignores Dante on the ground. Slowly he gets up and staggers around as the crowd roars, Oblivion kicks him in the stomach and immediately Dante doubles over. Oblivion slams him between his legs as the crowd whips into the frenzy. Oblivion lifts Dante up to his shoulders and holds him up for a moment, before lifting him up over his head as the crowd reaches a fevered pitch. Seconds tick off as Oblivion holds Dante up, ready to finally put an end to his nemesis and driving what could be seen as the final nail in Mark Rivera's coffin. Oblivion sends Dante thundering down to the canvas with the TFT.

Dropping down, Oblivion mercifully covers Dante Holly with a lateral press as the referee counts the fall.

1...
2...

NO!!!

The crowd is aghast as Oblivion for the first time in the match shows any form of emotion as he looks down at the shoulder of Dante Holly up off the canvas and the hand of the referee showing two as he moves his shoulder up and down in a shrugging motion. Oblivion gets to his feet and grabs Dante, pulling him up to his feet and looking him straight in the eye.

Oblivion: “Stay down if you know what's good for your kid?”

Dante: “I will never bow to evil!

Oblivion: “Have it your way.”

Oblivion slams Dante between his legs, ready to finish him off with one final TFT. The crowd roars once more knowing that the end is near. Dante however lives up to his word of not bowing to the evil.

Dante: “Super strength!!!”

Dante uses every last ounce of strength in his body and rises up and back body drops Oblivion over his head and slams him to the canvas. Dante staggers into the ropes and when he comes off, Oblivion charges at him having quickly got to his feet and looks to connect with a massive running clothesline. Dante ducks it though and when Oblivion comes down, Dante takes him out with a leg lariat, before connecting with a running shooting star press right onto Oblivion who grimaces in pain. Dante rolls off of him and gets to his feet and looks all around at the crowd now set in silence knowing this could very well be the end for Oblivion. Obi slowly rolls to his feet and when he gets to one knee, Dante Holly charges at him and connects with the Marvel Kick. Oblivion pauses for a moment on one knee before falling face first into the canvas.

Gibson: “The Marvel Kick! We've not seen that in a long time and it might just be the end of Oblivion.”

Dante rolls Oblivion over and quickly hooks both legs and rolls back onto the shoulders of Oblivion.

1...
2...

NO!!!

Oblivion kicks out at the last possible moment as the crowd erupts once more. Dante can't believe it as he pulls Oblivion up to one knee and looks to connect with a second Marvel Kick, but turnabout is fair play, as Oblivion pushes Dante off and knocks him too the ground as he plants on his knee. Oblivion gets up just as Dante does and both men have the same idea – charging opposite ropes and coming back at each other. Dante looks for one more Falcon Punch and connects, but so too does Oblivion with a massive boot, both men seemingly knocked out at the same time as the crowd can't help but pop.

Both men remain on their backs, each one breathing heavily. A large pool of blood has begun to form under the head of Dante Holly as well. The ring is littered with debris, the cage is a mess. Things could not be more ugly.

Gibson: I can’t believe this! Both men have given their all tonight! No one would have seen this coming at all. Dante Holly has chosen to leave it all in the ring with a new found energy never seen out of him before!

Xplode: Oblivion on the other hand seems to be holding back. I don’t understand why.

Gibson: All I know is that tonight, Holly has earned my respect. Who will get up first? What man can channel that special something that makes a legend and put this match away?

The crowd continues to cheer as we see a shot of Skye, a look of worry upon her face. She places both hands upon the cage as she scream out “COME ON, TOBY!” As the camera pans in to the ring, finally a man shows a sign of life! Sitting up, it is Dante Holly who moves first! His right eye is completely blood shot now as his mask fills with blood! Turning over, he stumbles to his feet as the fans boo loudly now! Grabbing a rope, he turns to the still downed Oblivion and points in his direction!

Walking over to Oblivion, Holly reaches down and proceeds to bring the big man to his feet. Once in position, he drags Oblivion to the corner of the ring where he then climbs up to the second turnbuckle post. He then drives his knuckles into the forehead of Oblivion repeatedly only to raise his fist for one last Falcon Punch!

Gibson: THIS IS IT!

Holly turns to the fans who are now screaming loudly, chanting Oblivion’s name. That same connection between Toby and the fans come in to play once again, a magic that has occurred time and time again, as they will Oblivion back to life once again! A look of shock appears on Holly now as a fully rejuvenated Oblivion cradles him into the air, turns around with Holly in tow, and faces the center of the ring!

Gibson: WHAT THE HELL?!

Walking to the middle of the ring, Oblivion grips the tights of Holly and lifts him high into the air! With Holly’s arms flailing, Oblivion then slams Holly back first into the mat, performing one more thunderous TFT! (The Full Throttle Powerbomb) Holly is laid out with his hands out to his sides as Oblivion falls upon him, hooking the leg at the same time..

1.…
2.……..
THREE!

The crowd screams in delight as Oblivion rises up to his knees! Dante Holly makes no movement at all. He instead lays deathly still!

Skye: Your winner.. OBLIVION!

The crowd cheers repeatedly as Oblivion rises to his feet. With one fist raised, red explosions emit from the turnbuckle post!

Gibson: No matter what, Holly has earned my respect tonight.

Xplode: Yeah.. I will agree to that. Not many men can stand toe to toe with Toby and make a show of it. Wait.. What’s this?

Still in the ring, Oblivion is glaring down at Holly. With one hand, he brushes his hair out of his face as he approaches Holly. He then lifts Holly on to his shoulder and steps through the ropes! The crowd is cheering now as he exit’s the ring, stopping to glance up at the structure!

Gibson: What is he going to do here?! It’s over.. Isn’t it?

Xplode: No.. a point must be made.

With the crowd cheering for blood, Oblivion climbs the structure with Holly slung over his shoulder. Once at the top of the cage, he grips the hero by his throat and glances over the side of the cage! It looks like he is about to toss Holly right off the cell and down to ringside!!

Gibson: OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH! COME ON!

Oblivion’s facial expression looks down right eerie as he glares at the ringside area and then at Holly after. Finally, he drags Holly into place, still holding his throat all the way.

??: WAIT!

Oblivion stops in his tracks as Kirk Kennedy emerges from the entrance curtain! With microphone in hand, he speaks to Oblivion!

Kirk: WAIT RIGHT THERE, BIG DOG! This isn’t how we do business in the EUW! We are better than that!

Oblivion glares at Holly but has yet to release him. Kirk continues to walk towards the cell.

Kirk: I know who hurt Chad now. Dante was used as a tool, just as everyone else was around here. Let the kid go. I couldn’t save my son.. But at least I can save Dante…

The crowd cheers loudly now as Oblivion releases Holly. Dante flops to the cage lifelessly. Still glaring at Kirk Kennedy, Oblivion raises a arm and points in the distance behind Kirk Kennedy.

Oblivion: Then make it right this time. You want to be a father? Here is your chance..

The crowd suddenly erupts in cheers as the camera pans to the stage area once more! Rolling out of the entrance upon a wheelchair is Chad Kennedy! Kirk sees this and drops the microphone, rushing to his son! The two embrace upon meeting one another as the fans cheer in delight!

Gibson: It’s Chad Kennedy! I can’t believe it! He is back! Father and son have reunited! The EUW is whole once again!

With Oblivion glaring over his shoulder at Dante Holly, the crowd cheers for both Kennedy's as the moment is experienced. Dante Holly raises his head now, unsure as to where he is. Seeing Oblivion and that he is on the top of the cage, Holly quickly rolls over and scurries off of the structure. Dropping to ringside, he looks up the ramp way at Chad Kennedy and Kirk Kennedy, confused!

Gibson: I think Holly is seeing the truth now..

Xplode: We are going to take a quick moment and when we return it is time for the main event! You don’t want to miss this!

[primetime]

(15 minutes later, backstage)

Kirk: I WANT YOU GUYS HERE, RIGHT NOW! ARREST HIS ASS!

Slamming his fist down upon the desk before him, Kirk Kennedy screams into a cell phone. Sitting across from him is Chad Kennedy upon his wheelchair.

Kirk: That’s right. I want to press full charge on that man and have a restraining order filed immediately. Not just for our safety.. But his own!

Slamming the phone back down hard, Kirk takes a deep breath now as Chad wheels closer to the desk.

Chad: Dad, it’s going to be okay. Rivera will get his.

Kirk: YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT HE WILL! No one fucks with my family and gets away with it! When I am done with him, he won’t find work in a sweat shop!

Chad: I learned a lesson from this though. At least something good came from it, right?

Walking around the desk, Kirk kneels down before Chad and grabs his hand.

Kirk: The both of us have, son. Trust me.

Suddenly, the office door blasts open as a EUW Security guard screams into the room!

Guard: SIR! RIVERA IS GETTING AWAY!

Kirk: WHAT?!

Running to a nearby monitor, Kirk and the rest in the room watch as Rivera is seen sliding into what looks like a black limo! The feed follows him as he looks at the driver and speaks..

Rivera: Get me to the airport.. And step on it!

Rivera then slams the door closed as the vehicle slowly pulls away.. Only to stop in it’s tracks! The crowd screams in delight as Oblivion is seen holding what looks to be a metal pipe in one hand. Behind the limo approaches an army of men all wearing leathers!

Rivera: RUN HIS ASS OVER!

The limo begins to drive forward as Oblivion brings the pipe down hard upon the windshield, breaking it into tiny particles instantly! Stepping aside just in time, the limousine hauls ass up the ramp way and out of sight as it leaves the parking lot. Oblivion rises to his feet and drops the metal pipe as the fans cheer like crazy!

Leaning away from the monitor now, Kirk Kennedy glances at the others around him.

Kirk: That’s fine. We will get Rivera later. For now, I have one more fish to fry..

[primetime]

Main Event
(EUW World Championship)
Fatal Four Way Match
(c) TITAN vs. Fallen One vs. Brett Cross vs. The Scorpion

Gibson: What a night it has been! I can’t remember the last time I have seen this much excitement in one show. One thing is for certain, the EUW has returned fire with a vengeance! That could all mean nothing unless this next match goes their way as well..

Xplode: That’s right. We have hit the main event match now, boys and girls. It’s go time.

Gibson: This match came about in a odd way. It’s different not seeing Chris Sabora’s name in the equation. That being said, we have 4 other men who in my opinion, could take it home easily at any time.

Xplode: That’s right. I look at the group of them and to be honest, I don’t know who to choose as a winner. I mean, Cross certainly has the battle experience here. He was built for violence. The dude is a tank.

Gibson: Then there is the Scorpion, a man who is shrouded by mystery. This man is fast and lethal. Taking him lightly would be a grave mistake.

Xplode: I will agree with that. Then we add Fallen One to the mix, a man who no one expected to be in this very spot. He has waited a long time to get this opportunity. I can almost promise you that he will make the most of it.

Gibson: Lastly, there is the defending champion. This is the kid who surprised the world by taking down the longest reigning champion of all time, Chris Sabora. TITAN has been an absolute whirlwind of chaos since his arrival in the EUW just over a year ago. His youth could play a part here.

Xplode: Either way, I am sure that the end result will be as epic as the show itself. Let’s look to ringside where Skye… and her hooters… wait to begin the match.

Gibson: She hates that..

The feed pans to the ring where Skye is seen glaring in Xplode’s direction. She then raises the microphone and begins to speak.

Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the main event! The winner will be declared the EUW Champion of the World! Coming out to the ring first, from the Empire brand.. The Scorpion!

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

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

Skye: Next, a name that has been a part of the EUW for quite a few years.. Fallen One!

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

Skye: Representing the EUW…

The crowd cheers loudly now, anticipating their hero.. “CROSS! CROSS! CROSS!”

Skye: He is.. Brett Cross!

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

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

All 3 men pace the ring now as the fans suddenly stand up and boo loudly..

Gibson: Listen to this outcry. They already know who is coming out next and are hungry for blood!

Xplode: I remember when they did that for me as well. There’s nothing better than a job well done.

Skye: Please welcome, the EUW Champion of the World.. TITAN!

The crowd literally becomes a sea of chaos as TITAN is seen walking through the entrance curtain. “Burrito” by Seether begins to play. TITAN’s smirk is wide, as he casually steps out unto the stage area. The World Championship is seen strapped around his waist. Stepping up behind him, Terry Jones claps as he smiles at the fans. The two of them slowly head down the ramp way and find their way towards the ring.

Halfway down the ramp, TITAN reaches out and grabs a nearby poster card. He rips it in half and slaps a fan across the face! The crowd boos him even more as he reaches the ring and hops to the top of the curtain. Stepping through the ropes, he hops in place, laughing at the other men in the ring as if they were unworthy of his presence.

Removing the World Title from his body, TITAN shoves it into the chest of a surprised referee, almost pushing him to the mat. He then says something to Terry Jones who nods in return as Skye steps out of the ring.

Gibson: This is it. The main event. I am eager to see this one get under way.

The bell rings. Instantly, Brett Cross makes his intentions clear as he lunges across the ring and drives his forearm into the back of TITAN! TITAN slams against the ropes, unable to respond in time. Fallen One sees this, and decides to turn his focus to Scorpion who watches the carnage with only casual interest. Walking across the ring, Fallen One dares Scorpion to step up to him as he holds an open hand out.

Nearby, Cross is literally unloading upon the large back of TITAN, sending huge fists into his flesh. Cross then grabs the shoulder of TITAN and spins him around, only to receive a elbow to the jaw! TITAN shakes off the damage now and sends another elbow after, this time causing Cross to stumble backwards. TITAN then rushes Cross, sending to the mat hard with a stiff knee. As Cross rolls unto the mat, TITAN slowly looks over his shoulder.. Only to notice Scorpion and F-1 locking up in a test of strength!

Walking over to the two men, TITAN grabs Fallen One by the back of the neck and rips him away from Scorpion! He then sends a stiff chop to the neck of Scorpion, completely leveling him! Fallen One takes advantage of this by kicking TITAN in the gut. With only a smile to show how the kick affected him, TITAN shakes off the strike and scoops up F-1 in to the air, planting him hard on his shoulders. With a quick spin, he lets F-1 go as he performs the “Hellspin”! (F-5). TITAN then hooks the leg for the pin..

1..

Fallen One kicks out!

Gibson: That was a close one there. I almost thought that TITAN had a chance to end this early.

Rising up off of F-1, TITAN grabs a handful of head and drives his knuckles into flesh, nailing F-1 hard. TITAN then rises up to his full height. Turning around, he is caught off guard as Scorpion is on him yet again! With hard kicks, he pin points TITAN’s lower limbs as he strikes out hard! TITAN flails his arms as he stumbles backwards, doing his best to avoid the strikes. Finally, he is able to reach out and grab Scorpion by the neck!

Out of no where, it is Brett Cross who is on the attack now as he yanks TITAN’s feet out from under him! He then yanks on the feet of the champion, yanking him out of the ring and to ringside. Before TITAN can react, Cross is on him, grabbing him on the back of the head and driving him face first into the turnbuckle post!

Gibson: Holy..

Xplode: It’s okay, “Girl Pants”.. you can curse. Mommy won’t ground you.

Cross repeats his last action, this time driving TITAN’s shoulder into the ring post! This time, TITAN slumps over face first holding his arm in pain! In the ring, Scorpion approaches the ropes and leans upon them. He waits for his moment to strike. Just as Brett Cross is within reach, Scorpion reaches out and grabs a handful of hair! He then uses the ropes as a pulley, hanging Cross in mid air by his own hair!

The crowd boos loudly as Cross struggles to break free. After a few hard punches, he finally hit’s the right spot, nailing Scorpion between the eyes! Scorpion releases the hold and stumbles away from the ropes, right into the waiting arms of F-1!

Xplode: This won’t end well..

With a hard kick to the gut, F-1 doubles Scorpion over and hooks him high into the air, only to slam him down into the mat with a devastating power bomb! Scorpion literally bounces against the mat as Fallen One follows up with a pin attempt.

1..
Brett Cross breaks up the pin by yanking F-1 off of Scorpion!

Fallen One quickly rebounds, rolling over to his feet. The two large men stand face to face, neither backing down. It is F-1 who answers first by shoving Cross hard! Cross is pushed back a couple of steps, only to shake his head and return the gesture. F-1 stumbles back, and then rushes Cross with a hard clothesline! Cross reacts a tad bit faster though, as he uses F-1’s momentum to unleash a hellish spinning power slam! Both men hit the mat hard with Cross coming out the least worse for wear.

Rising up to his knees, Cross punches Fallen One in the face a few times before following up with a heavy forearm. He is then dragged off of Fallen One by his hair once more as Scorpion falls backward, his legs wrapped around the torso of Brett Cross!

Xplode: What is it with Scorpion and the hair pulling?!

Scorpion struggles to lock in a submission attempt but is fended off by the strong arms of Brett Cross. With a hard elbow, he breaks free, only to rise to his feet once more. Scorpion races to his feet as well, just in time to be scooped up and held in the air by Brett Cross! Walking across the ring a moment to the delight of the fans, Cross then unleashes a gut wrench power bomb! He hooks the leg for the pin..

Then falls forward in pain as TITAN stomps him hard in the back repeatedly! With both hands, he brings Cross to his feet, and then proceeds to lift him into the air into a bear hug! Cross’s hands shoot out in pain immediately as the pressure is applied to his ribs! Shaking from left to right, TITAN keeps Cross off balance as he pours on the pain! The hold is broken up by Fallen One now who drives his knee into the spine of TITAN. Cross drops to his feet and literally takes the head off of TITAN with a power clothesline! He then spins in a circle and does the same to Fallen One! F-1 was slightly read though, and did the same.. Causing both men to hit the mat!

All 4 men lie upon the mat now, placed in various positions…

Gibson: I can’t believe this. All 4 men are down and out of the fight. This has been a draw right down the middle thus far! Who would have foreseen this?

Xplode: Not I.. that’s for sure.

The crowd cheers loudly as all 4 men remain upon the mat. It is Fallen One who rises first as he comes into a seated position. Rolling over, he drapes an arm over TITAN’s chest for the pin count..

1..
2.…
Kick out!

Rolling the other direction, F-1 tries once more, this time on Brett Cross..

1..
2.….
Kick out!

Sitting up once again, Fallen One crawls over to Scorpion and literally falls upon him. Before a pin count can be made, he is yanked away and elbowed in the face by TITAN! TITAN then mounts Fallen One and begins to pummel him relentlessly! With wobbly arms, he tries to defend the attacks but it is only a matter of time!

Gibson: NO! This is TITAN’s strength right here! Matches have ended due to this attack!

Bringing back his fists, TITAN unleashes large haymaker in bunches, finally busting up the defense of Fallen One. In a critical moment, TITAN lands a hard elbow to the cheek bone of Fallen One, instantly blowing it wide open! This enrage F-1, and he is rejuvenated! With a hook of the arm, F-1 somehow manages to lock in an inverted arm bar! TITAN slams his fist down hard as the pressure is now on his shoulder blade instead!

Scorpion rolls over and notices TITAN in a bad spot. He then lunges forward and grabs TITAN by the hand, placing it on the bottom rope and breaking up the submission hold!

Xplode: Wow.. Team work? The Empire seems to have a plan?

Fallen One is ordered to release the hold, and so he does. TITAN rolls away, holding his arm in agony. He rises to his feet and tries to get away from the action, only to find himself face to face with Brett Cross! With a large hand, he grabs TITAN by the throat, chokeslamming him hard into the mat with authority! Looking down at TITAN, Cross flicks his long hair out of his face. Scorpion is first to attack now, but finds himself gripped by his throat next! Scorpion slaps the hand away, coming up behind Cross for a German Suplex! He can not pick up the big man though. Cross swings his elbow back, nearly taking the head off of Scorpion!

Gibson: DAMN!

Now in a rage, Brett Cross beats his chest savagely! He turns around, only to be hit with a missile drop kick from the top rope by Fallen One!! Cross crumbles to the mat. Picking up TITAN next, F-1 somehow manages to lift the big man before driving him into the mat with the “Shadow Driver”! (Northern Lights suplex) Rising to his feet, he raises one fist into the air, signaling that the end is about to come..

Gibson: This could be it! Will we be seeing the Jagged Edge here?!

Spreading out the love, Fallen One steps over TITAN and grabs Scorpion by the neck. He brings the man in between his knees and lifts him into the air for the Jagged Edge! (Demon Bomb) Somehow, Scorpion managed to break free, twisting his body in mid air, only to nail a neck breaker! Fallen One falls forward. Brett Cross is seen rising to one knee. Scorpion then rolls to the Viking, grabbing a handful of leather pants and rolling him up into a small package! Cross struggles to break free but Scorpion somehow manages to roll him in to place none the less!

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Th- Kick out!!

Scorpion is literally sent tumbling across the ring as Cross manages to kick out just in time. Cross then rises to his feet, his face red with anger! Fallen One rises nearby, and so Cross grabs him. Hoisting him high into the air, he drops Fallen One hard with a choke slam…. To the ringside area!!!!

Gibson: HOLY SHIT!! BRETT CROSS JUST CHOKESLAMMED F-1 OUT OF THE DAMN RING!

Xplode: You just blew my ear drum..

Fallen One is out cold upon his back now, his chest heaving quickly. In the ring, Cross glares down at him. Scorpion flies into his back with a huge forearm though, not giving him time to keep up the energy! Cross is turned around as Scorpion Irish whips him into the ropes. Cross runs to the ropes and bounces off of them, only to raise a boot and hit the Big Boot! Scorpion drops like a sack of bricks due to the impact! Cross walks forward to attack once more but he is speared from behind by TITAN! Cross tumbles forward, right into the referee! The referee slides right between the ropes and to ringside as well..

Gibson: The ref is down! The ref is down!

Not waiting for any response, TITAN is on Cross, grabbing him by the back of the head. He continuously punches Cross in the forehead from behind, each time shaking the ring violently! Then, he looks to the turnbuckle post with evil intentions! Grabbing Cross by the hair, he brings Cross to his feet and carries him over to the turnbuckle post. Then, TITAN ascends the turnbuckle to the top rope, dragging Brett Cross along the way..

Gibson: OH MY GAWD! This is what TITAN did to Cross at the brand war a month ago! The last time, both men literally went THROUGH the damn ring! DON’T DO IT YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH!

Smiling now, Titan lifts up Cross for the Super power bomb off of the top rope! Somehow though, Cross slips free, slipping to the second turnbuckle pad! Then, he amazingly grabs TITAN around the ribcage area, nailing the Super German Suplex off of the top rope!!!!!! The crowd cheers in approval as TITAN flops to the mat below!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Cross rolls over now, his hair wet and matted to his face. He crawls across the ring, his energy all but spent. Falling forward, he hooks the leg of TITAN and slams his hand for the pin count..

Yet… no one is there…

Gibson: The referee is down!! Someone!!! GET OUT THERE AND COUNT!!!

Letting go of the leg, Cross sits up frustrated. He rolls away from TITAN and walks over to the ref who is not moving at all! Suddenly, another referee is seen running through the entrance curtain and down the ramp way as the fans cheer loudly! The ref slides into the ring as Cross turns to head back towards TITAN. He has no time to react as Fallen One, now in the ring once more, kicks him in the gut, bending him over completely! Doing his best to pick up Cross, he falters as Cross once again slips free… only to hook the arm and nail The Chariot!!!! (Overhead Wheelbarrow Suplex)

Fallen One flops to the mat hard as Cross turns to face him. The referee walks up behind him and places his hand upon Cross’s shoulder, startling him! Cross swings an arm due to instinct, clothes lining the referee to the mat.. HARD! Now two referees are out cold in the ring!

Xplode: And they say that it is hard to get a job these days? It looks like we could use a referee if anyone is interested..

Shocked at what he has done, Cross turns to TITAN who is now crawling away. He stalks him, his pent up anger due to what was done to his friend Chris Sabora in his mind! His fingers stretch out, the bones cracking with each gesture. Each heavily leathered boot plants down hard as he inches ever so closer to TITAN who has no idea of what is taking place behind him! TITAN rises only to be grabbed around his waist! Lifting back, Brett Cross flings TITAN into the air with a hellacious German Suplex, nearly folding TITAN into a small package upon the mat behind him! The crowd cheers in delight!

Scorpion rolls out of the ring, just in the distance. He lifts the ring curtain up and begins to search for something. Cross does not want to be the victim and so he rushes to the ring and returns the favor from earlier, grabbing Scorpion by the hair! He yanks hard.. Only to be hit square in the face with a metal chair!! Cross lets go as a thin stream of blood instantly gashes open upon his forehead. Looking around for any referee movement, Scorpion slides into the ring with chair in hand! He waits for Cross who is still stumbling about! TITAN is rising across the ring, and notices this. With a nod, he slides out of the ring and rips a ring official right off his chair! He then proceeds to take the chair and slide in to the ring as well. Both men wait as Cross stumbles about. Finally they rush Cross and nail him simultaneously with both metal chairs! The crowd boos loudly!

Gibson: NO!!!! Why are they working together?!! This is no tag team match!

Xplode: They are smart. They know that the World Title needs to stay in the Empire camp and working the system that way is their only option.

TITAN grins big time as he watches Cross crumble to the mat below. He turns to nod at Scorpion.. Only to be nailed by a chair as well!! Scorpion does not hold back as he swings the chair three times over the head of TITAN, busting the chair into pieces! TITAN flops to the mat face first, his face partially swollen over!

Xplode: There you have it.. Greed over Friends.

Staring at his handiwork, Scorpion grabs a handful of hair from Cross and begins to pick him back up. He is suddenly grabbed by F-1 though who is somehow back on his feet! With a strong tug, he swings Scorpion with an Irish Whip but then yanks him back for a T-Bone suplex! Yanking back, he launches Scorpion into the air…

Scorpion slides down his back…

Scorpion then grabs a handful of tights and rolls up Fallen One!

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TITAN raises his head and sees the pin attempt! With shakey hands, he drags himself towards Scorpion.. But Brett Cross grabs him by the ankle!!! TITAN struggles with all of his might to break free but Cross will not let go!

Gibson: OH MY GAWD! Cross wants revenge, one way or the other! He would rather lose the strap than let TITAN win!

With TITAN struggling, Scorpion lifts his legs up, placing them on the bottom rope for leverage. The tired ref continues counting as Fallen One tries to break free!

THREE!

Gibson: With that.. We have a new champion..

Skye: Your winner.. And NEW EUW Champion of the World.. SCORPION!

The World Title is handed to Scorpion as he snatches it and rolls out of the ring while the getting is good! Walking up the ramp way, his intro begins to play! The crowd boos heavily while in the ring TITAN is seen irate in the ring. Fallen One is as well as he drops to the mat and rolls out, shaking his head. Brett Cross uses the ropes and watches TITAN. Then, as TITAN turns his back to him, he suddenly rushes TITAN, spinning him around and nailing “The Chariot!” The crowd is now cheering loudly as TITAN rolls over until his back, completely spent now. Cross glares down at TITAN, satisfied.

Suddenly, Kirk Kennedy steps out unto the stage area…

Gibson: What’s going on?! The Boss is here!

Kirk walks down the ramp way and up the metal steps. Brett Cross sits on the ropes so Kennedy may enter the ring as Kirk does just that. He then raises a microphone to his lips and begins to speak! On the mat, TITAN is seen barely lifting his head. Brett Cross really did a number on him..

Kennedy: So, look how things turn out.. Monster. One week, you are on top of the world and the next.. It is all over. Now, your own team turns on you to win that strap. Isn’t that fun? Well, now we get to handle our business. You really did a number on Chris Sabora 2 weeks ago. As a matter of fact, you broke a few rules punishable by.. Termination.

The crowd begins to cheer loudly now!

Kennedy: That being said, your Boss seems to think that the show ended early, thus he is not here to represent the Empire side of things. That leaves me.. In control. So, for breaking the rules and injuring Chris Sabora among other things.. YOU ARE FIRED! Get out of my damn ring!

TITAN stumbles forward, a look of surprise on his face. Security guards flood down the ramp way as he is instructed to leave the arena! After a bit of chaos, he is walked up the ramp way to the delight of the fans! Kirk Kennedy watches him leave before nodding in Brett Cross’s direction. TITAN stares at Scorpion who is clutching the World Title, there is a dark look upon his face. Both men stare at one another as if they could kill each other right there and then..

Gibson: I never would have guessed that this would happen in a million years. We have a new World Champion in Scorpion! Plus, TITAN has officially been fired from the company?! You all have witnessed history in the making tonight, folks! Thank you for tuning in for Back 2 Roots 2011! We will see you in 2 weeks for the next.. SNV. See you then!

The scene fades as we see Kirk Kennedy glaring at Scorpion who is raising the World Championship over his head in mock fashion..