April 17th SNV

[primetime]

Two weeks ago, history was made in Houston, Texas… Back 2 Roots arrived.

(Flashback sequence) “We have a new champion! Scorpion was able to defy the odds and win the EUW Championship belt! The Empire has won.. The Empire has won!!!”

The war between the Empire and the Alliance came to a head as a leader of men finally answered the call while another fled.. In fear..

(Flashback sequence) “Mark Rivera is heading to his limo with the Oblivion in chase! It looks like he may make it! OH MY GOD! He just tried to run Oblivion over! DID YOU SEE THAT?!! Rivera tried to run Oblivion over as he fled the scene! Mark Rivera is on the run!!!!”

A young man answered the call as he held on for dear life, suspended above the ring in an epic ladder match that would crown him.. Pure Champion..

(Flashback sequence) “Can Danny Tenfold unstrap the belt! Look at him, he looks visibly worn down. This is for everything that he has worked for! I think he has it! HE DID IT! TENFOLD IS THE NEW EUW PURE CHAMPION!”

And a legend returned to the ring after a long hiatus, hell bent on revenge. The Countdown has begun once again…

(Flashback sequence) “Dante Holly is high in the air. Oblivion is walking him across the ring, setting up for the Full Throttle! This could be it! Will Oblivion add another name to his storied career? OH MY GAWD!!! Holly has been decimated.. Planted into the mat with authority!!!”

Other names fought valiantly in the name of honor, respect, and pride. Now, we turn the page as the road moves forward. Welcome.. To Sunday Night Vengeance..

The crowd cheers loudly from Candlestick Park, San Francisco! The feed pans around the ring, showing various fans in the crowd holding signs and giving their approval for the show! The camera feed now pans to the ring where we see Kirk Kennedy standing with microphone in hand! The crowd begins to chant in unison as we see Kirk smiling..

“KIRK! KIRK! KIRK! KIRK!”

Nodding in respect, Kirk Kennedy listens to the fans a moment before gesturing with both hands for them to calm down. They eventually do as he begins to speak..

Kirk: Well, it’s nice being back here in front of you all once again. Maybe finally, we can get down to business and put this ship back on course. Now what do you all think about that?!

The crowd begins to cheer even louder, some even chanting “EUW!”

Kirk: Good. Needless to say, we probably will not be seeing much of that snake, Mark Rivera, tonight. You see, with my son’s return we now have all of the proof necessary to bury that slime ball. I am not only pressing charges on him, but I am looking to have him absolved from the company for unscrupulous business practices. You know, looking back, I should thank him in a weird way. When I took over this company, I thought I had all of the answers. I felt that I could run a wrestling business like any other sport. Little did I know, that was not possible. Professional wrestlers are not baseball players nor hockey players waiting for a contract. These men will do anything to reach the top of the mountain, even if that means accepting a handout from Rivera in the process. I want the man in the back to know that I forgive them… all except one.

The crowd begins to chant once again, as Kirk Kennedy nods in approval.

Kirk: That’s right. Our new EUW Champion, Scorpion, tried to permanently hurt my son. This doesn’t fly with me. I fired TITAN for breaking the rules. That was just a start though. Now I turn my attention to him. My hands are tied as long as that championship belt rests upon his shoulder, but I aim to rectify that problem. This time, however, I will not be doing it alone. The very men that Mark Rivera used to destroy this company have returned for their revenge. It’s time that he pays for his crimes. Ladies and gentlemen.. Please welcome… the first owner of the EUW.. ASH MATHEWS!

The camera feed switches to the entrance as the lights arc in that direction. Stepping into view, Ash Mathews raises a hand as he heads to the ring. The crowd cheers loudly as he finds his way to the ring and enters, taking his place beside Kirk Kennedy.

Kirk: Next, please welcome.. The former General Manager of the EUW.. Vincent Ellis!

The crowd explodes in cheers once again as Vincent Ellis is rolled out unto the stage upon a wheelchair. A nurse pushes his wheelchair down the ramp way and to ringside where he barely manages to smile due to his paralysis.

Kirk: Lastly, please welcome.. My son.. Chad Kennedy!

The crowd responds in cheers as Chad Kennedy hobbles out unto the stage area, using a walking cane. He raises a hand in appreciation as he slowly makes his way to the ring. Kirk Kennedy helps him into the ring as the crowd dies down once again. Ash Mathews accepts the microphone from Kirk and turns to the fans..

Ash: I returned to the EUW to accept my Hall of Fame nomination. At the ceremony, I was approached by Rivera backstage with the option to run this company once again. I will admit, I miss the ring and all that surrounds it. The atmosphere, the intensity.. And most of all.. The EUW.. MY creation. It was not Warrior who put this place on the map, nor was it any name after him. It was me. This drove a bitterness into my heart that would not rest, and I gave in. It was Kirk Kennedy who approached me, even though he didn’t have to, to make things right. He proved to me that the company is indeed in safe hands, giving me a sense of satisfaction. Little did I know, behind my back, I was being played anyway. Mark Rivera used me to keep Kirk busy so he could play his little game unbothered by anyone. Then, I was tossed to the side once more. I want to thank Kirk for allowing me to come out here and address this issue. Rivera is a snake. He doesn’t care about anyone on that Empire Roster at all, just like he didn’t give a shit about me. He didn’t want to take care of my company… he wanted to destroy it. I can see now that I was wrong. Kirk Kennedy understands what the real deal is. He has a vision for this company far beyond anything I had planned for it. I walk away today for the last time with satisfaction, knowing that things will be taken care of. I wan tot thank the fans, and the stars in the back for creating this monster that is the EUW. Take out that son of a bitch, Rivera.. And get the show on the road. That is all I ask..

The crowd cheers loudly “ASH! ASH! ASH!” as he hands the microphone to Kirk Kennedy.

Kirk: As you all know, Vincent Ellis was a former GM of this company. He was injured in a tragic fall. Tonight, he will do his best to address a past crime involving Rivera..

The feed pans to Ellis who can barely move. Taking a deep breath, he speaks with a rough voice..

Elllis: Rivera.. Had me pushed through.. A window. He wanted me.. Dead. It was him.. All.. Along. The Asylum.. Is his dream. Please… put him away for good.

The crowd cheers loudly as the camera pans to Chad Kennedy!

Chad: I know a little bit about Rivera and double crossing as well. He sent his flunkie, Scorpion to take me out but us Kennedy’s are not that easy to put away! I had big plans for the Empire, but in truth they were not my plans at all. All along the way, I had Rivera poking and prodding me to take down the EUW. Then, when the time was right, I was taken out just as Ellis was a year ago. Luckily for me, the damage was not so severe. I have accepted my role once again as General Manager of the EUW. Together, we end this dark chapter of the EUW and make things right again.

The crowd cheers even louder now as Kirk Kennedy turns to face the crowd..

Kirk: Together, it’s time to end this bullshit. The EUW does not just belong to me, but to the men in that locker room. Hell, it even belongs to all of you, the fans! Other companies are dying out quickly and yet we stay strong. The EUW is the number one company on the internet for a reason and now.. It’s time we prove it. Mark Rivera, at Retribution. .it all ends. I have a plan that you will not get out of this time. This will be handled the only way I know how. When I am -

The video screen suddenly blazes to life as the crowd grows silent instantly! Mark Rivera’s face is shown from a private location as he sips upon a Margarita. The crowd no boos at an ear shattering level as he smiles and begins to speak..

Rivera: Retribution? It is YOU who will feel the retribution for your wrong ways. This company is mine and always has been. Are we supposed to feel sorry for you idiots in that ring? None of you could get the job done. Let’s see, first there is Vincent Ellis. How are you doing buddy? You don’t look so good. I hear that you are blaming me for your little fall. That’s tragic really. Once again, you have no proof of this. Then we have Ash Mathews. The mighty creator of the EUW! Nobody liked you then and nothing has changed now. I improved your company in ways you could only dream of! What was your greatest achievement? Nothing.

The crowd boos loud once again.

Rivera: Hello, Chad. You should thank me. I brought you and your father together just as you wanted. In return, I got my company back. I think it was a fair trade. It wasn’t my fault that you are just as stupid as your father is! Just be happy you could walk. Ellis would be..

The crowd boos even louder now!

Rivera: Kirk, you are right. This little war we have been involved in has worn my patience thin. You will never be rid of me. As you can see, I can run business from anywhere! I left this company once. It was the worst day of my life, I have no intentions on doing it again. You on the other hand, have no other choice.

Kirk: Then let’s settle this! Retribution, we finish this once and for all!

The crowd cheers!

Rivera: I have beaten you every time we wager a bet, Kirk. I have taken your son, company, brand war.. And lastly the EUW World Championship. What do you have that I could possibly want.. Besides your job.

Kirk: Exactly. At Retribution.. It will be a double main event. Mark Rivera will step in the ring for the first time again me, Kirk Kennedy.. In a No Holds Barred Match! The winner.. Gets the company. The loser leaves town once and for all!

The crowd cheers loudly! After a bit of thought, Rivera answers..

Rivera: You’re on. You have no idea what you have done. I have trained with the most elite martial artists of the world! You will be nothing but a minute steak. Then, after I defeat you, the EUW will finally die like the relic that it is! Ash Mathews, I will honor our agreement. You could have your brand back once again. I won’t need it. Chad, you may take the Empire brand back as well. I am thinking bigger than that. THE ASYLUM will return.. And this time.. I will make things bigger than ever!

Kirk: Careful with shooting for the stars, Mark. If you fall.. it’s a long way down. See you at Retribution..

The crowd cheers loudly as the camera feed zooms on Kirk Kennedy. It eventually fades out..

[primetime]

The feed switches to the hallway backstage where we see Tyreke Bell exit a locker room. He looks absolutely ripped as moisture runs down his bare chest. Throwing random jabs, he heads in the direction of the ring as the fans cheer loudly! He suddenly comes to a stop as he turns to right, noticing Christian Kane leaning against the wall and smirking in his direction. Shaking his head in disgust, Bell turns to face Christian.

Bell: You into men?

Kane: What?! Naw’, that isn’t my thing. Why?

Bell: I can’t figure out why you are staring at me so hard then. You either are into dudes or you are looking for trouble. I am hoping for the latter.

Laughing Christian Kane stand straight up and approaches Bell. The two men stand face to face..

Kane: I am just sizing up the competition, really. Or, I should say, lack of. I came to this company to find on a big time level. It’s time for Christian Kane to become the biggest name in our industry, and everyone knows you do that here.. In the EUW. Imagine my surprise when I find out that I am facing you.. And Shawn Ashen. What are you, a former boxer? Wait a minute.. You’re a American Gladiator.. Right?

Kane is shown laughing. Bell does not return the humor at all.

Kane: It doesn’t really matter, now does it? When this match is over, nobody will care who you are. This is my night, and I intend on making the most of it. The top brass will see that I deserve a ticket to the top, and the Championship around my waist. I will see you out there, bring a first aid kit.

Christian Kane begins to walk away when Bell grabs him by the arm. CK glances back, not amused at all. The two men come face to face once more.

Bell: Don’t be so sure of yourself. I don’t give a damn who you are or why you are here. Tonight, I am going to knock your punk ass right out. Bet on it…

[primetime]

Singles Match
Pinfall or Submission
London Strife vs. Sachiele Willows

Rock Gibson: So, let's start off the proceedings tonight with London Strife taking on Sachiele Willows, the latter being the newest member of the roster--

Xplode: And the hottest!

Rock Gibson: Try and hold off on the misogyny, Xplode.

Xplode: What? You wouldn't tap that?

Rock Gibson: Let's get this show on the road before Xplode gets too excited, shall we?

“Lights and Sound” by Yellowcard begins to play over the sound system to loud cheers from the fans, which grow in volume as London Strife walks out from behind the curtains. Grinning at his fans, Strife walks down the ramp, slapping hands with several of the fans as he does.

Skye: From Manhattan, New York, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds..LONDON STRIIIIIIIIFE!

Strife pulls himself up onto the apron and climbs into the ring, walking towards the upper left corner of the ring and climbing onto the second rope, raising his arms before jumping down and turning to the ramp.

Rock Gibson: Strife looks ready for a war here.

Xplode: So do the fans, who look like they're about to go on a mass exodus to the toilets!

Rock Gibson: What the hell, Xplode? This could be a damn well surprising match between two of our new competitors!

Xplode: I'll keep that in mind if I ever have to...conveniently go for a toilet break.

The lights go out as the sound of wind blowing echoes throughout the arena, snowflakes falling from somewhere in the rafters as 'Cold (But I'm Still Here)' begins to play quietly. Eventually, the chorus shatters the veritable silence from the fans as Sachiele Willows strides out, donning a pair of feathered wings upon her back. She raises her left arm high, letting out a loud battle cry as the feathers begin to strip away from the wings. Once the last feather has vanished, she makes her way down the ramp, glaring intently at the ring.

Skye: From Boulder, Colorado, weighing in at one hundred and sixty eight pounds...SACHIELE WILLOOOOOOOOOOWS!!!

She rushes forward, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and heading towards the lower-left corner, climbing onto the turnbuckle and raising her left fist into the air to a small reception of cheers. She hops down, stretching her legs for the match as she stares at Strife.

Xplode: Wings, Rock? FUCKING WINGS?!?

Rock Gibson: Certainly makes for an intimidating presence when she's making her way to the ring--

Xplode: Intimidating? Did I hear that right? You think WINGS are intimidating? Does that mean you crap yourself when a pigeon lands near you?

Rock Gibson: Shut up, Xplode, and just commentate on the match.

Xplode: Alright, pigeon boy.

DING DING DING!

London Strife simply looks at Willows before pretending to check his watch, yawning loudly. Some of the crowd laugh as Willows simply stands there. Strife sighs, cricking his neck and cracking his fists before advancing towards her, quickly bursting into a run and going for a clothesline. Willows ducks under him, sliding to the left and allowing Strifes chest to collide into the turnbuckle. Without warning, Willows twists behind him, pulling him back and using his momentum to throw him backwards with a surprise Cold Snap (German Suplex)! As Strife hits the mat, the crowd cheers loudly! Willows quickly hops to her feet, delivering a quick stomp to Strifes chin before turning her back to him, hitting a swift backflip and nailing the Chilling Mercy (Standing Moonsault). She quickly holds his shoulders down, going for the cover.

1….2-KICK OUT!

Strife thrusts a shoulder up as Willows hops to her feet once more, backing away and watching as Strife gets to his feet, looking at her in near disbelief. Willows darts forward, hitting the Killing Frost (Rolling Wheel Kick) which sends Strifes head snapping backwards and sends him straight down to the mat. Strife gets to her feet once more, standing near Strife before nailing a second Chilling Mercy (Standing Moonsault). Instead of going for a pin, she instead gets to her feet, twisting around and nailing the third Chilling Mercy (Standing Moonsault) of the night, not giving Strife a chance to get to his feet. She quickly shoves his shoulders to the mat.

1….2..KICK OUT!

Strife quickly thrusts a shoulder up and Willows gets to her feet, looking down at Strife, walking a few feet backwards and watching him intently as he pulls himself up to one knee.

Xplode: Fuck me, Strife better get his wits about him or this one could be over in a second!

Rock Gibson: Willows is doing very well here on her debut!

Strife pulls himself to his feet, signalling Willows to make the sign of the cross before darting forward, nailing the Cold, Hard Truth (Yakuza Kick) which sends Strife spinning around before collapsing to the mat, clutching his jaw. Willows clenches her fists, actually telling Strife to get to his feet. Strife gets on all fours, spitting onto the mat as the crowd cheer wildly. Strife thrusts himself to his feet, turning around. Willows quickly turns around, hopping onto the middle rope before hurling herself at Strife hoping to nail a Shoulder Block, but Strife nails a giant right-handed punch to the top of Willows skull, sending her skidding across the mat on her stomach! Strife looks back at her, kissing his knuckles mockingly before walking over to her, flipping her onto her back and going for the pin.

1….2-KICK OUT!

Frozen thrusts a shoulder up, and Strife looks at the referee, getting to his feet before backing away from Willows, clenching his fists. Willows grasps onto a nearby set of ropes, pulling herself to her feet and turning around. Strife leaps up, nailing a vicious Roundhouse Kick to the side of Willows temple, sending her collapsing to the mat. Without mercy, Strife walks over to her, grasping her hair and dragging her into the middle of the ring before mounting her, starting to deliver swift, pounding fists, three of which he delivers into Willows jaw before nailing a cross hook into the side of Willows skull. Satisfied that Willows is down, Strife leans down, pulling her to her feet, grasping her right arm and leaping up, throwing her to the floor with a Cross Armbreaker which Strife keeps ahold of, grasping Willows wrist tightly and locking in a Armbar. Willows yells out in pain, her legs slamming into the mat as Strife tightens the hold, lacing his legs tighter around her arm in an attempt to cut off the circulation. Willows looks at him as he does, trying to shake her right arm free, but Strife responds by tightening the hold even more. Willows responds by twisting her body slightly, edging her legs and feet towards the bottom rope on the left side of the ring. She twists her arm slightly, attempting to pull free, but in a burst of adrenaline, she quickly bridges her back, causing Strife to shift forward in the hold and allowing Willows to lock her feet around the bottom rope. The referee walks over, telling Strife to release the hold which he does, getting to his feet. Willows rolls to the ropes, grasping them and pulling herself to her feet, shaking her right arm. Strife darts forward, going for a clothesline, but Willows ducks. Strife stops before goes over the top rope, instead grasping it and stopping himself from rolling over it, turning to Willows who stumbles away from him, clutching her right arm.

Rock Gibson: Willows needs to get feeling back in that arm!

Xplode: Strife damn near tried to tear it off! I wonder if he was planning to do that and then beat her to death with the bleeding end?

Rock Gibson: I somehow doubt that. Either way, momentum has shifted here.

Strife watches as Willows turns around, spinning and going for the Roaring Elbow, but Willows ducks under it, quickly moving behind him. Strife spins around, going for a quick hook, but Willows dashes forward, ducking under it and rebounding off the ropes behind him. Strife turns around, and Willows nails him with the Killing Frost! (Spinning Wheel Kick) Strife hits the mat, and Willows quickly stands above him. Before she can do anything, Strife rolls across the mat and up to his feet. Willows turns around, running at him and going for a second Killing Frost, but Strife stands his ground, catching her legs as she hits the move and sending both competitors to the mat. Willows tries to pull herself up, but Strife keeps ahold of both her legs, locking them tightly in place. Willows grasps the nearby ropes, stretching up and Strife lets go of her legs quickly, getting to his feet. As soon as Willows stands up and faces Strife, he spins around, hitting her with the Roaring Elbow to the side of her jaw which sends her collapsing to the mat. Strife quickly goes for the pin.

1….2…

The referee stops the count, pointing Strife at Willows left leg which is draped on the bottom rope. Strife gets to his feet, grasping her hair and pulling her up, dragging her to the center of the ring. Willows quickly slams the top of her head into Strifes gut desperately, sending him doubling over before grasping his arm, Irish Whipping him. Strife quickly handsprings against the ropes before jumping up and twisting, slamming his foot into the side of Willows head with the Springboard Roundhouse Kick. Willows collapses backwards to the mat, allowing Strife to attempt the cover.

1….2…KICK OUT!

Somehow, Willows thrusts her shoulder up.

Xplode: Unbelievable. That kick damn near took her head off, and she still kicks out?

Rock Gibson: This match could go either way at this point!

Strife gets to his feet, watching Willows as she does. Willows turns around into Strife, who grasps her right arm. Willows quickly turns around, stopping him from going for a Cross Armbreaker, elbowing him sharply in the cheek. Strife stumbles to the left slightly, allowing Willows to turn around and dart at the left set of ropes, leaping onto the middle rope before jumping off, turning around and nailing Strife with the Cold Shoulder! (Springboard Shoulder Block) Strife is sent to the mat as Willows quickly drags him under the upper-left turnbuckle, climbing up the turnbuckle. She looks back at Strife, who stumbles up, causing Willows to have to turn around. Strife walks over, delivering a swift punch to her gut and sending her doubling over the turnbuckle. Strife takes the opportunity to leap up, hitting her with a vicious Roundhouse Kick which sends her collapsing down to the mat! Strife stumbles backwards, grasping the ropes to steady himself. Strife stumbles over to Willows, going for a quick pin.

1…2..KICK OUT!

Willows thrusts a shoulder up and Strife pulls her head up, attempting to lock in the Kimura. Willows elbows him a few time in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards and allowing her to get to her feet, darting at Strife. Strife quickly sidesteps, and Willows simply continues, rebounding off the opposite ropes and heading straight for Strife, quickly hitting the COld, Hard Truth! (Yakuza Kick) Strife is nailed in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards and across the mat. Strife uses the momentum to roll out of the ring and quickly pace around the outside, looking inside the ring as he catches his breath.

Xplode: Aaaaaaaaand he's running.

Rock Gibson: Catching his breath...

Xplode: To-may-toe, to-mah-toe.

Strife looks inside the ring, hopping onto the apron. Willows darts forward, causing Strife to hop off the apron, cursing loudly. Willows claps her hands together, urging Strife to get into the ring. Strife walks to the bottom of the ring, climbing onto the apron. Willows rushes over again, but Strife swings out an elbow, sending her stumbling backwards! Strife quickly climbs into the ring and rushes towards Willows, nailing her with another stiff elbow to the face! Willows drops to one knee, so Strife bounces off the ropes and hits another elbow smash to the face, this time sliding down to the mat and dropping his opponent!

1...2...KICK OUT!

Strife seemingly senses that it's now or never and quickly picks Willows up, yelling for the Memory Loss (pop-up kick)! He shoots Willows up and throws her up...but Willows manages to counter by spinning and mid-air and connecting with the Frostbite!!! (540 Kick). However, right as Willows connects with her foot, Strife throws his own right foot up and nails Willows dead in the face, completing the Memory Loss!!! Both competitors crumple to the mat below, neither one moving as the referee begins the count!

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Rock Gibson: They're both out! Neither one of them is moving!

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Xplode: Ballgame Rocky!

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10!

The referee calls for the bell as the crowd begins to boo, obviously dissatisfied with the decision! The referee calls Skye over and explains his decision before instructing her to make the announcement.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, due to neither competitor being able to answer the 10 count, the referee has declared this match a double KO! As a result...the match is a DRAW!

Medical attentions comes down to the ring now to revive both competitors as the cameras quickly cut away to commercial break...

[primetime]

The feed switches to the backstage area where we see Warrior pacing what looks to be a baggage center. A cell phone is pressed against his ear as he walks across the room repeatedly. With an annoyed look upon his face, he speaks to the voice on the other end..

Warrior: I held my end of the bargain now you hold yours. I didn’t come to the Empire to look cool.

Voice: No, you came to the Empire to be a winner, just as you always have in your career.

Warrior: Blow smoke up someone else’s ass, will you? The EUW is my deal, and no one will run that ship as well as I had. NO ONE. I have no misconceptions about it and to be honest, I feel no need to make a point of it. That is just the truth. Since my daughter passed, I have begun to see things in a much clearer light. Old emotions of mine are resurfacing and with that.. Old hatreds. I want you to put me in a title position.. I will do the rest. I made an example out of Ambrose for a reason. The way that the press has been all over him has literally made me sick. They need to remember that things change around the EUW, people come and go… but I the constant.

Voice: Glad to hear you have your affairs in order. This war will come to an end very soon and then, things will be much more different around here.

Warrior: Will they? You see, throughout the time I have been here, it seems that the more things change.. The more they stay the same. There are a lot of things being said about you, Mark. None of it matters to me to be honest but it should matter to you. There is a lynch mob waiting for you here. Glad to see that the Empire is stable.

Voice: IT IS STABLE. Things will make sense in time. You know as well as I do that Ash Mathews is a joke. The two of you have quite a bit of history. These are the type of guys Kennedy runs to for support. It’s a desperate plea from a desperate man. Steer the course. We got this.

Warrior looks over his shoulder. After a moment of silence, Warrior continues to speak.

Warrior: Good. We will speak later. I have plans to tend to.

Hanging up the phone, Warrior turns to face two more people who were hidden off camera. Approaching Warrior, the Dogs of War greet him as Warrior leans against a wall.

Warrior: Perfect.

Smiling, Chance Fusion hops in place a moment.

Fusion: I heard. That Rivera is one stupid ace.. If you catch my drift! No one even sees this coming!

Warrior: We will respect our obligation to the Empire until it no longer serves our needs. Then, the real game begins.

Fusion: Yup! This is some serious summer blockbuster movie shit!

Warrior: Hmm.. If you say so.

[primetime]

The camera switches to the backstage area once more as we see Dante Holly walking through the hallways. His face looks somewhat downtrodden as he looks upon a door that reads “EMPIRE ONLY”. Shaking his head, he walks away from the door as the crowd cheers in approval. Stopping in front of the EUW locker room, he grabs the door knob when suddenly, Xplode is shown approaching him! The fans cheer even louder now as Holly turns to face Xplode as both men meet..

Holly: Greetings Citizen! May I have a moment of-

Xplode: Shuddup Jackass. Take that bullshit elsewhere..

Holly: What I have to ask you is of extreme importance!

Xplode stops in his tracks, obviously annoyed. Turning to face Holly, Xplode removes his shades and listens to Holly.

Xplode: Make it quick, freak. I got things to do.

Holly: I wish to speak to your brother, Oblivion.

Xplode: Take a number. There seems to be quite a bit of people who want to speak to him.

Holly: No, I have been thinking over a few things. The nubile demand that an answer be found for Mark Rivera’s.. indiscretions. I fear I may have been wrong about The Big Dog.

Xplode: Funny thoughts go through a man’s mind when he receives an ass kicking like you did…

The crowd laughs as Dante steps a moment, obviously mentally defeated.

Holly: If you will please pass this message to your kin, a matter of great importance would be handled.

Another person slowly approaches in the distance. As the camera widens, we see… HI OCTANE! The crowd cheers as Octane strokes his chin, and then speaks..

Octane: Why, hello there X? Good seeing you again. Who is this joke?

Holly: Joke?

Octane: Oh, no offense meant, compadre. You see, I am back in the EUW as of now and trying to find my bearings. I didn’t know they let kids in costume backstage these days!

Holly: I assure you, I am of no pubescent age! I AM DANTE HOLLY! DEFENDER OF THE NUBILE!

Octane: Really? Well, I am HI OCTANE! DEFENDER OF… THINGS!!

Shaking his head, Xplode starts to walk away when he speaks.

Xplode: Only in the fucking EUW….

[primetime]

Triple Threat Match
Pinfall or Submission
Tyreke Bell vs. Christian Kane vs. Shawn Ashen

Gibson: Now we move onto our second match of the night. We’ll get to see Christian Kane in action in an EUW ring for the first time as he joins Shawn Ashen and Tyreke Bell for a triple threat match. Bell picked up a win in his debut and Back 2 Roots and people still talk about Ashen after his complete dismantling of “The Joke” Heath Savage several weeks ago. Isn’t it exciting to see all of this new talent emerging in the EUW, Xplode? We could easily be heading into the golden age now!

Xplode: You know what I’ve noticed, Rocky? The EUW has seen more young blood since I retired from wrestling. You know why?

Gibson: Because now that your ego has gone, there’s room in that ring for other people?

Xplode: Watch it, Gibbon! I might come out of retirement just to wrestle you if you keep that up! It’s because they’re scared of me! Once I retired, they knew that they had a chance to make it in the ring without Xplode crushing them!

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: The following is a triple threat contest, the first entrant weighs one-hundred-sixty-eight pounds and comes from Baltimore, Maryland. He is TYYYYYYYYYYREKE “CHURCH” BEEEEEEEEEEEELL!

The lights in the arena dim as “Follow Me” by Breaking Benjamin begins playing over the speakers. The crowd immediately begins to boo as an associate quickly runs from behind the curtain with a broom, sweeping the ramp. The boos only get louder as Shawn Ashen makes his way through the curtain, berating his associate the entire way to ensure no dust or grime gets onto his boots. He boasts an arrogant sneer as he gazes at the populace, seemingly basking in the hate he receives. He calmly climbs onto the apron now and wipes his feet before casually shooing away his associate and entering the ring. Once there, he stretches on the ropes and calmly awaits the task in front of him.

Skye: From Omaha, Nebraska, weighing two-hundred-and-fifty pounds, SHAAAAAAAAWN ASHEN!

"Pornstar" begins to play through the speakers and the crowd boos as Christian Kane walks through the curtain with Dani Sandström alongside him. CK stops just a few inches from the curtain and looks around the arena as several small barely audible anti-CK chants start up. Dani slowly rubs Kane's abs before he pulls her head back by the hair and they exchange a sloppy French kiss.

After several seconds of this, he pushes her away and begins to walk down to the ring. The music keeps going and CK rushes down to the ring, moves around the side of it, then slides onto the hot apron. CK stands and raises his arm out to his side with a smirk on his face before stepping into the ring.

Dani climbs into the ring as CK ascends to the top of the closest turnbuckle. He looks around at the fans before spotting a pretty girl. He puts a hand to his lips and blows a mocking kiss as her boyfriend stands at his girls' side, becoming enraged by the gesture. CK laughs and looks around some more before stopping at a rather chubby girl. He immediately waves a disgusted hand and jumps off the turnbuckle.

He and Dani meet up in the middle of the ring once more and give each other another French kiss. Christian takes off his shirt and hands it to Dani before telling her to leave 'his' ring, smacking her ass on the way out. The fans keep booing as CK walks to the ropes and blows another patronizing kiss at them. The music dies down as Kane points and winks at another girl in the crowd before preparing for the match.

Skye: And finally, making his debut tonight, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing two-hundred-and-twenty pounds, he is “THE CANADIAN SENSATION”, CHRISTIAN KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!

The referee calls for the bell and the match gets underway.

DING! DING! DING!

Shawn Ashen leans back in his corner, telling the other two to fight amongst themselves as neither are worthy to fight him. Tyreke takes exception to this and steps up to Ashen, only for Christian Kane to grab him from behind for a German suplex. Tyreke flips through the move, just about managing to stay on his feet, clubbing a forearm into Kane’s back. Kane falls forwards towards Ashen, who raises his knee, catching Kane in the jaw as he falls to the floor. Ashen then steps through the ring ropes to the outside, telling Tyreke to fight with Kane.

Gibson: Look at Ashen, he’s such a coward!

Xplode: Coward? Ashen’s being smart here! There are no count outs in a triple threat, so he’s just letting the other two wear themselves out whilst he stays fresh.

Christian Kane is back up to his feet and turns to face Bell, who throws a few jabs that Kane steps back to avoid until he feels the turnbuckle behind him. Bell advances for another strike, but Kane counters by using the ring ropes for support, swinging both legs up to hit a swift kick to the jaw of Bell. Bell staggers backwards and Kane charges out of the corner with a leg lariat to knock Bell to the mat. Kane then stomps on Bell before pulling him up and whipping him to the ropes, catching him with a swinging neckbreaker on the rebound. Kane then covers for the first pin of the match.

One…

Kickout!

Bell gets his shoulders up to break the count. Kane and Bell both get up and Kane whips Bell to the ropes once more, but Bell holds on to the top rope. Kane then charges at him, but Bell drags the top rope down and Kane’s attempted leg lariat sends him crashing to the outside. Ashen instantly rushes across and starts stomping on Kane. A few moments later, Bell climbs out of the ring and joins him, as the pair stomp away on Christian Kane. Ashen steps back as Bell pulls Kane up to his feet. Bell then whips Kane towards Ashen, who hits a brutal lariat on Kane, before turning around and hitting Bell with a lariat too. Ashen then stands proudly, basking in the boos from the audience, proud of what he has done.

Ashen pulls Kane up and hits a few chops to his chest, before driving him to the mat with a nice looking DDT. Ashen then turns his attention to Bell, pulling him up and rolling him into the ring. Ashen then climbs in himself as Bell begins to get back up. Ashen whips Bell to the ropes, catching him on the return with a powerslam. Ashen stomps on Bell before pulling him up for The Merge (Black Tornado Slam). Ashen covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Bell manages to get a shoulder up to break the pin as Ashen shakes his head. He drags Bell up and suplexes him, following up with a surfboard stretch. Bell refuses to submit, so Ashen just wrenches harder, smiling wickedly as the crowd jeer.

Gibson: A coward and a bully! Is there anything to like about Shawn Ashen?

Xplode: Sure there is. It’s called “money”, and he has plenty of it!

Ashen continues to torture Bell with the submission, but he quickly lets go when Christian Kane climbs up onto the apron. Kane then jumps to the top rope for a springboard roundhouse kick to take Ashen down. Kane then pulls Ashen up, whipping him to the turnbuckle and charging in with a spear. Ashen slumps to the ground as Kane throws his arms up, cheering. The fans don’t take to it and boo instead as a cocky smirk spreads across Kane’s face. He pulls Bell up by his arms and whips him to the ropes, hitting the Outbreak (Swinging Backbreaker) and covering for the pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Ashen leaps out of the corner with forearm club to Kane’s back to break the pin. Ashen and Kane then get to their feet, exchanging chops as the audience whoops with each strike. Ashen has size and strength on his side and his chops seem to be hitting harder than Kane’s and after one particularly hard knife-edge chop, Ashen grabs Kane by the arm and whips him to the ropes, catching him on the return with a powerslam. Ashen then pulls Kane up by his hair, hitting a few more knife-edge chops whilst holding Kane’s hair before hitting a knee to the midsection and following up with a double underhook suplex. Ashen covers.

One…

Kickout!

Ashen barely makes a one count before Tyreke Bell stomps on his back to break up the pin attempt. Ashen gets up and charges at Bell with a lariat, but Bell counters with a drop toe hold, taking out the bigger man. Bell then mounts Ashen, punching away on the back of his head, before clasping his fingers around Ashen’s chin, applying a chinlock.

Gibson: ”Church” has impressed me so far. He won his debut match and tonight he’s shown impressive endurance against more experienced opposition and now he’s got Ashen in that chinlock. I think that Bell has the potential to go far in this business!

Xplode: So the kid learnt a basic submission move and now he’s going places? I thought that a title or an unbeaten streak was the sign of a wrestler rising through the ranks, but no, it’s a goddamn chinlock. Idiot.

Kane gets up and sees Ashen in the chinlock, rushing to the opposite ropes and then catching him square in the face with a dropkick, breaking the hold, as Ashen clutches his face, rolling on the mat. Bell gets up and rushes at Kane with an elbow strike, unsteadying him as Bell unloads a barrage of punches upon him, finishing up with a painful looking uppercut, knocking Kane to the mat as Bell moves for a cover of his own.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Kane gets his shoulders up to break the pin. Bell pulls Kane up with him and hits few jabs to the midsection before hoisting him onto his shoulders for a running powerslam. Bell then turns back around as Shawn Ashen stands up, glaring, nostrils flared, and his mouth bleeding as a result of Kane’s dropkick. Ashen charges at Bell with a lariat, but Bell ducks under it and rebounds off the opposite ropes with a forearm smash to the head, knocking Ashen down.

Bell mounts Ashen again, seeing the weak spot and raining punches onto Ashen’s jaw. Bell then gets up and hits a legdrop to Ashen’s face, causing him to yell out even more, as Bell rolls him over, looking for another chinlock. Ashen sees it coming this time and as soon as Bell tries, Ashen hits a strong punch to knock Bell back and break the hold. Ashen quickly gets up as Bell and Kane do, too. All three men now stand, facing each other. Ashen is still bleeding from the mouth, but he charges down Bell with a lariat before the former boxer can react to it. Ashen turns around as Kane tries to capitalise with the SuperSexyKick (Superkick) but Ashen catches the boot and drags Kane in close for a capture suplex.

Kane hits the mat hard as Ashen turns his attention back to Bell. Ashen pulls Bell up from the mat, hitting a few chops before lifting him into a fireman’s carry, slamming him down on the mat forcefully. Ashen then pulls him back up and slaps his face before kicking him in the midsection. Bell doubles over and Ashen hoists him up for a powerbomb, but Bell tries to break it up with some jabs to the head. Ashen ignores them and carries Bell towards the ropes, throwing him to the outside.

Gibson: Holy shit! Ashen’s not messing around out there tonight!

Xplode: Ashen’s a wrestler as well as a billionaire. He knows how to take care of business and that’s exactly what he’s doing right now!

Kane rushes at Ashen from behind, looking for a quick roll up.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Even with a handful of tights, Kane is unable to pick up a pin count on Ashen. Kane slaps the mat, slightly annoyed but he gets up and enters a collar and elbow tie-up with Ashen. Kane takes the aggressive approach and manages a quick elbow jab, following up with a single leg takedown to floor Ashen. Kane then grabs Ashen’s legs, locking in the Canadian Mapleleaf (Haas of Pain), trying to get the submission victory instead. Ashen squirms, using all of his upper body strength to break out of the hold by sheer brute force. The exertion takes a lot out of him though and he lies on the mat, catching his breath as Kane rolls to his feet. Kane slicks his hair back and points to another girl in the crowd, winking at her before pulling Ashen up to his feet before whipping him to the ropes. Kane then bounces off of the opposite set of ropes, connecting with the STKO (Busaiku Knee Kick) to floor Ashen again. Kane hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Gibson: Ashen is proving to be as tough as old boots here tonight! He just won’t stay down for the count!

Frustrated, Kane heads to the corner and waits for Ashen to get up, looking for the SuperSexyKick (Superkick) again. Ashen gets up and Kane catches him firmly in the jaw with the SSK, sending him straight back down. Kane smirks and places one foot on Ashen’s chest, telling the referee to count the pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

At the last possible moment, Tyreke Bell flies into the action, clotheslining Kane from behind to break the pin and send both men to the mat. As the two get up, a replay is shown of Bell hopping into the apron, vaulting to the top rope and diving off to interrupt the pinfall. Kane slaps Bell across the cheek, inciting Bell who throws a vicious right fist, catching Kane squarely in the jaw. Kane then throws a punch of his own that Bell blocks, as Kane launches into a flurry of punches, each one blocked by Bell.

Gibson: I wouldn’t encourage Christian Kane to try that strategy! “Church” is a former boxer, he’s fought people that really know how to throw a punch.

Xplode: I hope he keeps it up! Any minute now and this “Church” kid is going to unload on Kane. I hope he knocks him the fuck out!

Sure enough, Bell waits for his chance and catches Kane out with a sharp jab to the ribs, breaking his momentum, following it up with a fierce right hook to the cheek, as Kane staggers backwards. Bell then hits a strong left hook to the kidney, dropping Kane to his knees and following it up with a punishing right cross to the temple, flooring Kane.

Xplode: There it is! I called that one!

Kane drops to the mat, almost lifeless and Bell drops on top of him for the cover.

One…

Two…

Thr-Kickout!

Now it’s Ashen’s turn to break up the pin attempt with a forearm smash to Bell’s back. He pulls him up and hits a few chops before whipping Bell to the ropes. Ashen ducks for a back body drop, but Bell sees it and hits a knee to the midsection, turning Ashen around and whipping him to the ropes instead. Bell tries for a clothesline, but Ashen ducks it and then puts the breaks on. He grabs Bell from behind and whips him to the ropes, going for a lariat, but Bell ducks, rebounding off of the ropes and launching into the air for a crossbody. Ashen catches Bell in midair and hits a textbook rib breaker instead. Ashen drops Bell and turns to the still lifeless Christian Kane, moving for the cover. As Ashen approaches, Kane grabs him and rolls him up for a flash pin instead.

One…

Two…

Three-No! Kickout!

Ashen kicks out just as the referee comes down for the three count, scrambling back to his feet as Kane does the same. Ashen glares, his mouth still bloody as he pants heavily whilst Kane is holding his head still feeling the effects of Bell’s shot to the temple. In the background, Bell is slowly getting to his feet as Christian points to Ashen, making the “so close” gesture with his hands, having very nearly stolen the match with the possum pin attempt. This costs Kane however, as Ashen quickly springs up and floors him with another quick lariat!

Ashen senses the end is near now and tries to put Kane in the Ashes to Ashes (Burning Hammer)! He lifts Kane onto his shoulders, but Bell makes it to his feet and connects with a STIFF shot right to Ashen's face! Ashen quickly drops Kane and stumbles back now, falling directly into the ropes and getting his arms tied up! Ashen fights with all his might to get free, all while Bell stalks him and cracks his knuckles! He looks to the throw another shot, but Ashen gets a desperation kick to the gut! Bell doubles over and turns around.....right into the SuperSexyKick from Christian Kane!! Kane falls on top of Bell and the referee slides down for the count, just as Ashen is able to get free!

One...

Two...

Ashen dives to break up the count and....

Three!

Ashen is SECONDS too late as the referee gets to three, giving the victory to Christian Kane! Ashen berates the referee about the count as Kane quickly rolls out of the ring and raises his arms in victory!

Skye: Here is your winner...CHRISTIAN KANE!

Rock Gibson: What a match we just witnessed! Christian Kane has come out victorious in a highly intense match-up!

Xplode: Lucky bastard...

[primetime]

“Brett.. Have a moment?”

Stepping into the room, Kirk Kennedy shuts the door behind him as he approaches Brett Cross. Sitting upon a bench, Cross rubs his large hands together as his hair falls forward to the floor below. Looking up at Kirk Kennedy, Brett Cross stands up to full height before approaching Kirk Kennedy..

Cross: I respect your need to be heard.

Kirk: I want to thank you, friend. You took care of TITAN for me, even though it got in the way of your chance at the World Championship. I respect that.

Cross: I made a vow, a vow held together by my soul and by the Gods! It was my duty to carry it out. For this, no thanks are needed.

Kirk: All the same, I want you to know that I recognize what you have done. I am going to appoint you the next number one contender to the world title. Consider it.. My thanks.

Cross paces the room a moment before turning to face Kennedy once more.

Cross: I wish to lead the locker room, as Chris Sabora had before me. To do so requires me to earn the respect of the men who fight beside me. This, is my next vow.

Kirk: I understand. I will announce it tonight.

Kirk Kennedy heads towards the door when Brett Cross speaks once again..

Cross: The time for the end of days has come for the Empire. This battle has been won. You have done well to lead your troops, Kirk of the EUW! You have earned my respect.

Kirk: Thank you.. But we have one last issue to tend to.

[primetime]

Tag Team Match
(Winner is number one contender)
The Jeckel Brothers vs. Damaged Goods

Gibson: Hello once again, folks! Now we get to our number one contenders match for the EUW Tag Team Titles! This one should be quite interesting!

Xplode: Why?

Gibson: Well, all 4 of these men look like possible contenders is why!

Xplode: Why?

Gibson: Well, Xplode, it’s because the talent level in the EUW is completely off the charts!

Xplode: Why?

Gibson: ….

Xplode: I win!

The feed pans to the ring. Standing with microphone in hand, Skye smiles to the fans as she begins the match.

Skye: Coming to the ring next, Dangerous Goods!


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

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

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

Gibson: Look at those two boys! They are brimming with talent!

Xplode: I don’t know about that. What I do know is that the smaller one looks like he is on drugs or something..

Skye: Coming to the ring next… their opponents.. The Extreme Jeckel Brothers!

As the song hits Roy and Jackal Walk out of the curtain before pausing to look at each other. As the first cymbal crashes they nod to each other. They run down the entrance ramp as the scream echos through the arena. Once at the ring they break off each to one side of the ring and pander to the crowd, high five-ing them or flicking them off. As the lyrics cut in both roll into the ring and mount opposite corners and pose as Jessica and Sara walk down to the ring. Once all four are at ring side Jackal sits in their corner as Roy lays across it above Jackal. As they wait for their opponents, Sara and Jessica grab steal chairs for if the need arises.

Gibson: Those two have been challenging for titles, singles or otherwise, for the last month or so. They are bound to break through sooner or later!

Skye: I vote.. Later.

The crowd cheers loudly as Jackal elects to start off for his team. Across the ring from him, Randy White claps his hands together in preparation of the match. The bell rings as Jackal flies across the length of the mat, locking up with Randy White, shoving him back into his corner! Raising both hands in protest, Randy looks to the referee causing a break up call. Jackal backs up a moment and then instantly flies at Randy once again, this time coming down with a double haymaker!

Unfortunately, Jackal hits nothing but padding as Randy White rolls to the mat, safely out of the way for the time being. Looking around curiously, Jackal notices that White has moved out of the way. Before he can react, Scott Lawson grabs him by the top of the head and slams him face first into the turnbuckle post! Jackal stumbles backward in a daze, right into a waiting Randy White who rolls him up into a school boy pin attempt!

1..
Jackal kicks out!

Gibson: Excellent usage of team work by Damaged Goods here. Impressive.

Xplode: It’s still early. Wait until Viper and Jackal heat up.

Rolling away, White looks at Jackal who is rising as well. White rushes to Jackal, exploding with a barrage of forearms and snap kicks! Jackal backs up with each strike until he is in another corner of the ring! Stepping back now, White motions to the fans who cheer loudly and then finds himself being booted in the face by a still very much in the fight, Jackal! White stumbles backwards as Jackal rushes him, dropping him face first into the mat with a bulldog!

Jackal kicks back up to his feet now, mounting White shortly after, and unleashes hell! A slew of punches rain down upon White as Jackal has a look of evil upon his face! Jackal then plants his hands palms down upon the mat and swings his legs into the air, driving his knees back down into the gut of Randy White! Randy rolls around in agony, only for Jackal to hook the leg for the pin!

1..
2.…
White raises his shoulder!

Frustrated now, Jackal grabs a handful of hair and punches him one more time, and then drags him back to his feet. With a hook of the arm, Jackal flips White over his shoulder with a suplex, sending White splashing down upon his back! Jackal covers for the pin one more time! In the Damaged Goods corner of the ring, Lawson slaps his palm down hard upon the padding, begging for the tag!

Gibson: Jackal is putting on quite the show this evening. I have never seen him this focused!

Picking up White yet again, Jackal scoops up White but finds nothing but air as White slips behind him in a show of agility! Landing on his feet, White lets out 2 quick roundhouse kicks, sending his shin pad into the lower spine of Jackal! Jackal responds with a wild clothesline that White easily ducks under! Using the momentum to his advantage, White scoops up Jackal and falls backward with a backdrop! Both men are on the mat now as Randy White rolls over, looking to his corner of the ring. Slowly he begins to crawl towards Lawson who is beside himself in a frenzy!

Jackal spits and then rolls over himself, noticing that White has almost tagged Lawson in to the ring! Stumbling back to his feet, Jackal rushes as fast as he can towards White but it is too late! In one last thrusted effort, White dives towards Lawson who steps into the ring like an uncaged animal! He rushes Jackal who has not time to counter, hitting Jackal hard with a ferocious spear! Jackal is literally planted into the mat as Lawson rises up off of him, growling at the fans in the arena!

Gibson: OH MY GAWD! Where did that guy come from?!!!

Xplode: Reminds me of TITAN.. With a bit less mentally handicap.

Lawson scoops up Jackal who is still feeling the pain from the spear moments earlier. He then Irish Whips Jackal across the ring and to his corner, sending Jackal slumping into the padding with a sickening thud! Roy Viper slaps Jackal’s shoulder to tag himself in and make the save. Entering the ring, he counters quickly as Lawson tries for the big boot! Viper then grabs Lawson around his large shoulder in a full nelson attempt. Due to the size difference though, Lawson breaks out easily, and then scoops up Viper, placing him on to his shoulders! The fans cheer loudly as Lawson spins in a circle, driving Viper into the mat with the Death Valley Driver! Hitting the mat hard, Viper grunts only to be nailed yet AGAIN as Randy White lands upon him with a super leg drop, nailing the move from the top of the turnbuckle!

Gibson: These two men work together perfectly! Are we seeing the future here?!!

Lawson then picks up Viper, scooping him up one more time and placing him back first unto his knee. Randy White then runs to the ropes, bouncing off of them and cart wheeling back. With a backflip, he lands knee first unto the neck area of Roy Viper! The crowd shrieks in terror as Viper slumps to the mat hard, partially taken out of the fight. Lawson points as White one more time and then to the ropes. Both men then pick up Viper, grabbing each arm. The duo Irish Whips Roy Viper to the ropes…

Only for Roy Viper to nail a double DDT upon both men on the way back!

Gibson: Hell of a comeback form Viper there! AMAZING!

White rolls out of the ring holding his neck in pain. He falls to ringside where Jackal is seen waiting. With a metal chair in hand, he watches for the referee. Seeing that the coast is clear, he brings the metal chair down upon the exposed back of Randy White, instantly bending the metal due to the impact!

Gibson: WHAT THE HELL?!!

In the ring, Roy Viper is still on the attack. Hooking an arm, he lifts Lawson into the air, only to change his body posture and plant Lawson into the mat with a modified Rock Bottom! He then grabs Lawson and comes up behind him. With everything he has left, he lifts the larger Lawson into the air with a German Suplex! To the fan’s surprise, Viper does not let go upon impact, choosing instead to roll over and repeat it again.. And then again! The fans are cheering loudly now as Roy slowly rises to his feet..

“VIPER!.. VIPER!.. VIPER!!”

Gibson: It looks like Viper is getting quite the following here. Times are a changing!

Looking at Jackal who is seen heading to his corner, Roy glances in Lawson’s direction as he prepares for the Venom Injection! Lawson shakes his head to clear the cobwebs before rising up. Turning around, he is in perfect position as Roy leaps into the air to begin the finisher!

Gibson: THIS IS IT!

In a showing of pure strength, Lawson counters the move by grabbing Viper by his throat! With Viper in the air and in perfect position, Lawson plants Viper into the mat with a modified choke slam! Jackal tries to enter the ring to help his friend but Lawson is ready, planting yet another spear into his ribcage area! With the crowd screaming at fever pitch, Lawson looks to his corner where Randy White is seen slowly ascending the turnbuckle! White’s back is beat red from the chair shot earlier! Scooping up Viper, Lawson positions the two of them for the backbreaker as Randy White launches into the air with a diamond cutter at the same time! Viper crashes hard into the mat, a victim of the Mass Effect!

Gibson: MASS EFFECT! MASS EFFECT! OH MY GAWD!

Xplode: You know what comes next, don’t you?

Roy Viper is out cold when he is suddenly grabbed by the hand and dragged to his corner by Jackal. Tagging himself in, Jackal points at Viper in anger before turning around. Before he can even react, he is gripped by Lawson and Irish Whipped across the ring! Jackal hit’s the ropes hard only to be caught by Lawson and lifted into the air! From the side, Randy White launches into the air as the duo perform their finisher.. The CORE! (3D)

Gibson: DID YOU SEE THAT?!!

Covering for the pin, Scott plants his large hands down as the ref begins to count the pin. Behind them Randy is seen hopping around in earnest..

1..
2.….
THREE!

Skye: Your winner.. DAMAGED GOODS!

Lawson and White stand in the middle of the ring, celebrating. As their theme song begins to play, the crowd gets behind them big time. Lawson takes the microphone from Skye surprisingly and begins to speak to the fans..

Lawson: One Team Down.. One more to go. Las Vegas Commission? We are coming for YOU!

Slamming the microphone down hard, both men exit the ring as the fans continue to cheer loudly..

Gibson: Wow, what a strong display from Damaged Goods here. Roy Viper really tried hard out there. Somewhere along the line, him and Jackal were not working well together..

Xplode: They lost… That’s it.

Gibson: We will be back.. After these messages..

[primetime]

(We cut backstage to find Jack Bull and Chuck Johnson in the locker room. The crowd raises a big cheer at the sight of the Drunk Ass Men. Johnson reaches into his locker and grabs two cans of beer passing one to Bull, but as he goes to close the door, Bull stops him.)

Jack: “Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell is that dude?”

CJ: “What?”

(Chuck shuts the door fast and stand in front of it defensively, trying to act coy.)

Jack: “What was that at the back of your locker man?”

CJ: “Nothing?”

Jack: “Yeah there was. Right at the back. The poster!”

CJ: “Poster? What poster? Shit Jack, how many beers have you had tonight?”

Jack: “Don’t try and hide it man, I saw it! C’mon, open up your locker.”

CJ: “I ain’t opening shit! That’s my private property in there. A mans allowed to have his private space ain’t he?”

Jack: “Dude, open the locker.”

CJ: “Hell no! I got my dirty socks in there. I got my street clothes in there. And I got an old jock strap in it!”

(The crowd lets out a collective ‘ohhhh’)

CJ: “There’s cameras present man, and I don’t think the people wanna see my dirty laundry Jack!”

Jack: “Chuck, trust me dude. The people have watched TITAN promos for the last, god knows how long. They’ve been watching Warrior promos for years now. And they’ve had to sit and watch Mister Luck promos each week for months on end. The people can handle being subjected to a little streak of shit.”

(The crowd raises the noise level once again, prompting Bull to pause till it calms a little.)

Jack: “Now open the locker Chuck. Jock strap or not, the people wanna see what’s inside!”

CJ: “Ah c’mon Jack! I don’t go rustling around in your locker do I!”

Jack: “Then how do you explain that bottle of my cologne I saw in your locker just now?”

(Chuck pauses to think while the fans raise the cheers once more.)

CJ: “You… gave it to me… as a wedding present?”

Jack: “Dude, what the fuck? You’re not even married!”

CJ: “… Vegas?”

Jack: “Just open the damn locker man!”

CJ: “Ah shit!”

(Chuck steps aside and cracks open his beer. Bull goes to open the locker but stops. He too cracks open his beer and takes a large swig first, preparing himself. Finally he swings the door open and immediately grabs his nose.)

Jack: “God damn it dude! That fucking stinks! And… what the fuck is that!!”

(The crowd starts cheering as Bull’s eyes widen as he points at something in Chucks locker.)

CJ: “I can explain Jack. I was just holding on to that bra for Skye while she was out there doing her thing, must be hot work and all…”

Jack: “Not the bra! Wait a minute. What Bra?”

(Bull peers a little closer inside)

Jack: “Ah Jesus dude, where the hell did you get that?”

CJ: “Before you say anything, it’s not stealing. I told ‘ya, I was just looking after it for her,”

Jack: “Whatever dude. What I actually meant was, what the fuck is that?”

(Bull points inside the locker and the camera now moves around to get a good look. The cameraman zooms in and we see a picture of some beach babe in her bikini… with a cut out of Hillary Clinton’s face over the original. The fans are cheering, laughing and whooping now in almost equal measures.)

CJ: “That, I really can explain,”

Jack: “Ok dude, this is gonna be good,”

CJ: “… ok, that. That’s Hillary Clinton,”

Jack: “Dude that is just… nasty,”

CJ: “What?”

Jack: “Hillary Clinton?”

CJ: “Hillary’s a good looking gal!”

Jack: “Dude, she’s 63!”

CJ: “She looks young for her age!”

Jack: “Sixty, Three, Chuck. Sixty three!”

CJ: “C’mon Jacky boy, tell me you wouldn’t hit that if it was up for grabs!”

(Crowd: “Ohhhh”)

Jack: “I wouldn’t hit that if it was up for grabs,”

CJ: “You gotta be shitting me? You’re telling me if she was all like…”

(Johnson grabs the locker door and begins air humping it)

CJ: “… ‘Jacky baby, give old momma some of that Medicare you know I love!’ …”

(The fans are in hysterics. Weird people)

CJ: “… that you wouldn’t give it to her?”

Jack. “No dude. No I wouldn’t,”

CJ: “Old momma wants her Medication Jack,”

Jack: “Then she better buy some damn health insurance! And you gotta stop drinking Chuck! It’s killing your brain cells, your taste buds, and your damn eyesight!”

(The fans raise the noise level once more. Chuck slams the locker door closed again.)

CJ: “Well y’all just don’t know what your missing out on!”

Jack: “Thank god. Now you ready for your match tonight? Big match Chuck, Pure title on the line, lot of expectations on your shoulders,”

CJ: “Jacky boy, you know me, I was born ready. Hell, when I was in the womb I was kicking my own mothers ass! And when the doctor pulled me out and looked at me for the first time, I kicked his ass too! Which probably explains why he dropped me on my head. But shit, look at me now Jack! No effect!”

Jack: “… right. I’ll take your word for that one,”

CJ: “What about you, you ready to whoop Bane’s ass?”

Jack: “Amongst other things, yeah I’m ready. Trust me Chuck, this is gonna be a big night for the Drunk Ass Men. And that’s a fact!”

(Chuck raises his beer triumphantly, to which Bull follows suit)

CJ: “Hail the ale Jack!”

Jack: “Hail the ale Chuck!”

(Both men begin to kick back their beers, drink overflowing from their mouths, as the fans cheer their lungs out once more and the EUW cuts to commercial).

[primetime]

The feed switches to the backstage area as we see Mister Luck preparing for his match. He slams his fist into his open palm. Across from him, Dave Markinson paces the room with a smile. The crowd inside the arena can still be heard in the distance as Dave begins to speak to Luck.

Dave: Can you believe all of this Rivera crap? We stood by that man and now look, we are flying a damaged ship destined to crash. Something needs to be done, immediately.

Luck: No.

Standing up out of his chair, Luck approaches Dave.

Luck: SOMEONE needs to take the lead of this brand, and drive the point home. Look at the EUW. They are jam packed with leaders and men who would take up the role if given the chance at a moment’s notice. There is no doubt that the tide is turning, but it doesn’t have to be. The two of us are going to make a statement.. Tonight. If we are going to bring down the EUW house of cards, we have to hit them where it hurts. Only one man.. Can cause that type of hurt upon them.

Dave: I hear you, man. The thing is, can we handle him? Truth be told, he is one scary dude. The list of names that he has put away is staggering. There are scary men in this world but I would stand up to any of them without any doubt in my mind at all. This guy though.. He is different. Stepping into the ring with him changes a man for life..

Luck: EXACTLY! That is why we have to do it! We are the best tag team in the EUW and even more so, the two best competitors in the world. Yet, we never get the attention that a Jack Bull or a Brett Cross gets around here. If we are going to drive the point home that we matter around here, we need to beat the biggest son of a bitch in the company!

Dave: Damn, I hope Lady luck is on our side then. This is a tall order..

Luck: It doesn’t matter. I know a little something about Luck. Tonight… we make our move. The LVC is going global baby and it all starts with the destruction.. Of a dog.

[primetime]

Singles Match
Pinfall or Submission
Mister Luck vs. Fallen One

Gibson: We now have Mister Luck facing Fallen One in a real clash of styles! Luck is predominantly a high-flyer whilst Fallen One is clearly more of a powerhouse.

Xplode: Really, Gibbon? That’s how you’re selling this match? Speedy lightweight taking on powerful heavyweight? It’s only been done a million times before!

Gibson: Well, how would you describe it?

Xplode: “Clash of the Assholes”. Catchy, right?

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

As they walk down the ramp, Luck unbuttons his pressed dress shirt, stopping midway up the ramp, taking off one of his many ties, and handing it to Zack Cornell. All three men continue down the ramp, with Luck looking around at the jeering fans, shaking his head. At the bottom of the ramp, Dave hops onto the apron and holds open the ropes for Luck and Cornell, who climb into the ring as Dave hops to the outside, pacing around the ring. Luck hands Cornell his shirt and tears off his suit pants, revealing his tights before throwing the torn pants into the crowd as a sign of disrespect.

Skye: The following contest is for one fall. Weighing-

Luck hops down, stopping Skye from speaking and motioning for the microphone. Skye reluctantly hands it over and Luck waves her off, walking into the middle of the ring and looking at the crowd. The music cuts off.

Luck: Peasants and serfs of all ages, creeds and backgrounds, Open your eyes, because you are about to witness the evolution of wrestling. You are about to experience the man who will single-handedly carry EUW into the future. You are going to get on your knees and bow to the one, the only, the emperor of Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at a weight which you people don't need to know... Peasants, I am Mister Luck.

Luck throws the microphone out the ring to Skye, walking into his corner and Cornell climbs out onto the apron, accompanying Big Dave who both stand on the apron, deep in talk with Luck.

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, returning to his corner and staring at Luck.

Skye: From Kill Devil’s Hill, North Carolina, weighing in at three-hundred-thirty-eight pounds… FAAAAAAAAAAAAALLEN ONE!

Cornell and Dave drop from the apron to the floor as Fallen One stretches out one last time and the referee calls for the bell to begin the match.

DING DING DING!

Both men stand in the corners as Luck’s entourage cheer for him and slap the apron, as the crowd jeer loudly. Fallen One shakes his head and approaches Luck, raising one arm and inviting Luck to a test of strength. Luck steps a little nearer and then spits into Fallen One’s face, blinding him just long enough for Luck to hit a dropkick, knocking the bigger man down. Luck then hits a few sharp stomps to Fallen One’s knees before he can get back up. Luck retreats to his corner as Fallen One stands up, wiping his face and glaring intently at Luck, before rushing in with a hard clothesline. Luck responds by using the turnbuckle to flip himself over the charging Fallen One, landing on his feet as Fallen One charges into the turnbuckle, turning around and staggering into another dropkick from Luck.

Gibson: Luck’s really taking the fight to Fallen One early on! I think a lot of people would have been backing the beast of Kill Devil’s Hill to demolish Luck with sheer brute force in an easy win!

Xplode: First off; that nickname is shit. Just call him Fallen One like the rest of us. Secondly, Luck’s going to wear himself out if he keeps up this pace. He’s used to tag matches, where he can let his partner take over when he gets tired. He doesn’t have that luxury tonight!

Gibson: …That’s actually quite insightful.

Luck is stomping away on Fallen One again as he tries to wear him down quickly as Fallen One fights off the boots and stands back up. Luck backs up to his corner where Cornell is still slapping the apron as Fallen One returns to his corner, trying to shake off Luck’s early offence in this match. Fallen One then rushes in to grab Luck, but Luck uses his speed to duck out of the way, hitting a basement dropkick from behind, knocking Fallen One to his knees. Luck hits a dropkick to the back, before grabbing Fallen One’s arms and trying for the magistral cradle..

One…

Kickout!

Fallen One breaks the pin forcefully, quickly getting to his feet as Luck does the same. Fallen One roars and charges at Luck with a clothesline. Luck immediately ducks and tries to step under the clothesline but Fallen leans back, improvising with a sort of DDT that catches Luck off-guard and drives him to the mat. Fallen One then gets up and grabs Luck’s arm, hauling him up and then hitting a strong clothesline to send Luck to the mat. Fallen One pulls him back up by the arm and hits a nice looking belly-to-belly suplex, slamming Luck down hard. Fallen One then rolls Luck over and mounts him, laying into him with some punches. The referee admonishes Fallen One for this and tells him to stop, and, after one final punch, Fallen One obliges and gets up. He then pulls Luck up and whips him to the ropes, chasing him and hitting the Charge of Ambrosius (Running STO) and covering.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Luck gets a shoulder up at the count of two, breaking the pin. Fallen One stands back up as Luck writhes on the mat. Fallen One then hits a few sharp kicks to Luck’s ribs, rolling him over in the process, before hitting a big legdrop to the back of Luck’s head.

Gibson: Fallen One has legs like tree trunks! That has to hurt!

Xplode: They’re about as wooden as your personality!

Fallen One then pulls Luck up and whips him to the ropes, hitting a big spinebuster on the rebound, planting Luck onto the mat with authority. Fallen One then grabs Luck’s legs, crossing them, turning him over and locking in the Black Scorpion (Sharpshooter). Luck yells out in pain as Fallen One locks the hold in, increasing the pressure. It doesn’t take long for “Big” Dave to hop up onto the apron and start shouting. Fallen One ignores Dave’s shenanigans and focuses instead on forcing Luck to tap out, but the referee isn’t nearly as disciplined and when Dave tries to enter the ring, the referee marches across and starts arguing with him, telling him to get out of the ring. Whilst the referee is looking away, Zack Cornell climbs into the ring and blasts Fallen One in the shoulder with his clipboard, breaking the hold, then hitting him in the back of the head and quickly diving out of the ring as “Big” Dave stops arguing with the referee and climbs out.

Gibson: What the hell is that clipboard made of? Steel?

Luck gets back to his feet as Fallen One sits up, holding his right arm. Fallen One argues with the referee that he was attacked by Cornell, but the referee points out that he never saw it, so it never happened. Fallen One sighs and gets up, turning around in time to take a dropkick from Mister Luck. Fallen One staggers back and regains his footing, charging at Luck with a clothesline, but Luck ducks it and rebounds off of the opposite ropes, leaping up and connecting with the Caesar’s Head Scissors (Running Crucifix Headscissors). Luck then climbs to the top rope, scouting Fallen One as he slowly gets up. Zack Cornell hops up onto the apron and starts shouting something at the referee, who turns his back on the action once again and begins arguing with Zack. Fallen One slowly gets up and “Big” Dave grabs his ankles from outside the ring, holding him steady as Luck jumps off of the top rope with a perfect missile dropkick. Dave lets go of Fallen One’s ankles as he falls to the mat and Luck covers. Zack then points to the pin attempt and the referee begins to count it.

One…

Two…

Thr-Kickout!

Somehow, Fallen One manages to get a shoulder up at the last possible moment. Dave and Zack look as annoyed as Mister Luck who begins mouthing off at the referee, telling him that it was a slow count.

Xplode: The EUW really needs to get some better referees!

Gibson: I know, he’s completely oblivious to the Las Vegas Commission’s cheating! He should ban the other two from ringside!

Xplode: Oh. I was talking about the slow count. He should count faster so that we can get this match over faster!

Luck drags Fallen One’s body towards the turnbuckle, laying it down and then climbing to the top rope. Luck then turns his back and dives off with the Red Carpet Landing (Moonsault into Double Foot Stomp), both heels coming down hard onto Fallen One’s stomach as he gasps out. Luck smirks and proceeds to wipe the soles of his boots on Fallen One’s stomach as a sign of disrespect, before covering him for another pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Fallen One manages to stick a leg up onto the bottom rope to break the pin. Luck slaps the mat in frustration, dragging Fallen One by his legs to the centre of the ring. Luck pulls him up, leaving him to just about stand on his own feet. Whilst Fallen One is still groggy, Luck runs to the ropes, rebounding and looking for the Snake Eyes (Springboard Swiss Uppercut) to finish him off. As Luck bounces back, Fallen One comes to his senses and dives forwards, hitting a mid-air spear to take out both himself and Luck as the two lie in the ring. Zack and Dave are going mad on the outside, having seen Luck come so close to winning and now lying flat on his back.

Gibson: Oh My God! What a move from Fallen One! What power! He’s cut short any momentum that Luck was building!

Xplode: I could have done it better, and without injuring myself.

As Luck is shown lying on his back, breathing heavily, Fallen One is shown kneeling, clutching at the shoulder he lead with, looking as if he may well have injured himself in the process. Fallen One shakes it off and pulls Luck up onto his shoulders for a gorilla press slam, but his right arm can’t support the weight properly and he drops Luck to the mat, dropping to his knees himself, clutching at his right shoulder.

Gibson: I think Zack Cornell hit Fallen One in the shoulder with that clipboard of his earlier in the match, it clearly did more damage than we realised.

Xplode: Correction. More than you realised. I could tell, but, then, I wrestled a match with two broken arms and still won.

Gibson: Who were you fighting? No, let me guess, it was a grizzly bear, right? No, an entire pack of grizzly bears, in body armour, with lasers, right?

Xplode: Now you’re just being ridiculous!

Fallen One gets up, his shoulder still hurting, but the drop took a lot of Luck, so Fallen One stomps on him a few times. Fallen One then drags Luck up by his hair with his good arm and whips him to the ropes, hitting a big boot on the return. Luck goes down hard, looking out of it now as Fallen One moves to cover him.

One…

Two…

Thr-Kickout!

At the last possible moment, the referee spots one of Luck’s feet on the bottom rope, stopping the pin attempt. What he failed to notice, however, was that it was Zack Cornell that put it there, as he and Dave continue slapping the apron, willing Luck to get up.

Gibson: With the rest of the Commission out there at ringside, this is almost like a handicap match!

Xplode: Fallen One knows that Luck keeps his team mates close, everyone does. He shouldn’t be surprised that they’re taking any cheap shots that they can!

Fallen One gets up, angry now and shouts something to Dave at ringside, causing the largest member of the LVC to step up onto the apron and try to enter the ring. The referee intercepts and tells Dave to stop, or he’ll be banned from ringside. Zack tries to calm Dave down as Fallen One turns back to Luck, pulling him up once again and hitting a brutal knee to the midsection of Luck, doubling him over. Fallen One looks ready to go for the Jagged Edge (Batista Bomb), but, feeling a twinge in his shoulder again, he thinks better of it and scores with a one-handed vertical suplex instead, showing great athleticism.

Gibson: Wow, even with one arm, Fallen One is still incredibly strong!

Xplode: Tha-

Gibson: Don’t start! Just go back to staring at Skye...

Fallen One decides that it’s going to take a little more to keep Luck down, so he pulls him back up and grabs his throat with his left hand, looking for a one-handed Fallen Angel (Chokeslam). As Fallen One prepares to lift Luck, Dave and Zack both jump up onto the apron, distracting the referee. Fallen One lets go of Luck, who drops to the mat, holding his throat before turning his attention to the other two members of the LVC. Fallen One charges into the corner, using his good arm to send Zack Cornell to the outside with a strong clothesline. “Big” Dave takes exception to this and tries to get into the ring again, but Fallen One decides he’s had enough and swings for him. Dave leans back, holding the top rope, narrowly avoiding the blow, before dropping to the mat and helping Cornell up.

Fallen One turns around and Luck hits a basement dropkick, bringing the bigger man to his knees. Luck wastes no time in following up with the Shining Diamond (Shining Wizard), knocking Fallen One down to the mat again. Luck covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Fallen One draws on some kind of strength reserves to get his good shoulder up to break the pin attempt. Luck shouts at the referee again about the perceived slow count as Dave hops into the apron, pointing and shouting too. The referee decides he has had enough and turns to Dave, telling him to go backstage, or he’ll call this match as a win for Fallen One by disqualification. Dave is furious, but Zack puts an arm around him, telling him that he’ll take care of it and, eventually, Dave walks to the backstage as the fans jeer him.

Gibson: Finally! The Las Vegas Commission have been cheating all throughout this match, it’s about time that the referee put an end to it!

Xplode: Cornell’s still there. The referee hasn’t completely put a stop to it, yet!

Fallen One is beginning to stir, sitting up slowly, so Luck hits a running dropkick to the face, sending him back down and going for a cover.

One…

Kickout!

Fallen One forces his shoulder up to break the pin early, he then gets to his feet slowly and stands to face Mister Luck. Luck spots the weakened arm and, ever the opportunist, hits a dropkick to the shoulder, causing Fallen One to drop to one knee, yelling out in pain. Luck runs to the ropes, looking for another Shining Diamond, but Fallen One rolls lunges forwards as Luck bounces from the ropes, hitting an awkward looking spear with his bad shoulder. Luck gets planted hard, but Fallen One isn’t faring much better, holding his shoulder in agony. Both men are slow to their feet and as the approach each other once again, Luck raises an arm, calling out Fallen One for a test of strength. Fallen One shakes his head but takes Luck’s hand with his good arm as Luck motions for him to do the same with the other. Fallen One looks at his injured arm and slowly reaches to take Luck’s arm.

Gibson: What is he thinking? That arm is clearly in a bad state, it might even be broken!

Fallen One then reneges on this idea, using his left arm to pull Luck in tight, grabbing him with both arms and hitting a belly-to-belly suplex, throwing Luck across the ring. Fallen One gets up, still holding his right arm, slowly rotating his shoulder, suggesting that there may not be any lasting damaged beyond the match. He approaches Luck, pulling him up by his hair and leaving him to sway on his feet, hitting a knee to the midsection and following up with a DDT before covering.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Luck manages to get a shoulder up before the count of three and Fallen One sighs, rolling off of Luck and retreating to his corner for a breather. Luck staggers to his feet as Fallen One rushes in with a clothesline. Luck counters with a dropkick out of nowhere, knocking down the bigger man as the two lie on the mat again, both breathing heavily whilst Zack yells at Luck to get up from the ringside area.

Both men stagger to their feet and Fallen One swings a fist towards Luck, who ducks under it, hitting a chop block from behind to Fallen One, bringing him to his knees. Luck then steps back and hits a running neck snap. As Fallen One lies on the mat, Luck ascends the turnbuckle, calling for the Damnatio Memoriae (Phoenix Splash). Luck flies from the top rope, but Fallen One gets his knees up just in time to counter the move and Luck collides with the raised knees, rolling onto the mat next to Fallen One and holding his ribs in pain.

Fallen One rises to his feet, slightly groggy. He tries to walk forward but finds himself stumbling forward, right into the referee! The referee goes down underneath him! At ringside, Zack Cornell grabs what looks to be a metal pipe from under the ring. Quickly, he brings it down upon the head of Fallen One, only to toss it aside!

Gibson: OH MY GAWD!!! STOP HIM!

Fallen One rolls over unto his back, gripping his head. Slowly climbing the turnbuckle across the way, Luck raise both hands and flips in the air, landing his finisher!

Gibson: IT’S OVER! THE DAMNATIO MEMORIAE!

Slamming on top of Fallen One, Luck covers for the pin. The ref slowly rises up, shaking his head. He then falls forward, counting the pin..

1...
2.….
And
THREE!

Skye: Your winner.. Mister Luck!

Gibson: Give me a damn break…

Luck slides out of the ring, walking over to Skye and telling her to hand him the microphone. Skye holds it out and Luck snatches it, sliding into the ring and looking around at the fans.

LUCK SUCKS! LUCK SUCKS! LUCK SUCKS! LUCK SUCKS! LUCK SUCKS!

Luck: Keep chanting, you disgusting peasants! I am sick and tired of this crap show after show after show after show! All of you sitting on there, not lifting a finger and insisting that YOU can judge ME??!! No more! I am not going to sit and down and take this crap anymore, because from this moment, you start getting on your knees and bowing to the new emperor of EUW!

The crowd jeer loudly, some standing out of their seats to do so.

Luck: Is that the reaction I deserve? No! I’ve just destroyed one pathetic little wretch, and I won’t blink at destroying two! In fact, that’s what I plan to do..You see, I have sat by all these weeks, taking in your vitriolic chants, listening to you all slander the greatest name in professional wrestling while you sit back and worship a false idol. You turn your eyes from the Empire and the might of its army, choosing to worship a man who is nothing more than a…A DOG!

The crowd, realising whom Luck is alluding to, quickly raise to their feet, cheering wildly.

Luck: Show after show, year after year, this certain person returns in times of "great despair", as if he thinks he's some kind of goddamn superhero. He comes down to this ring, thrusts his nose into the business of other people, and then simply leaves once the balance has been undone and the precious ickle babies that YOU peasants cheer for have had their asses patted, and get to walk into the sunset with their hands held to make sure they don't trip and get a boo-boo! This has gone on for TOO long, and i'll be damned if I am just going to sit idly by and let him do it again! He may be a fan favourite, he may be a legend, but I hate to break the news to you all: Hubris. Now, I know you're all sitting down, without an ounce of knowledge in the world, who think books are the tool of the devil, and thinking "What the hell is Hubris?". Well, let me tell you: Hubris is extreme arrogance, and in Ancient Greek plays, it is this arrogance, this excessive pride, that leads the hero to his downfall. Guess what? The downfall will happen, and when it happens, this dog will be nothing more than a sick, injured puppy lying on the table waiting for the lethal injection to end its life, I am that--

The crowd cheer wildly once again at the allusion to one of their favourite superstars, cutting Luck off in mid-sentence. Cornell walks up to Luck, whispering something in his ear, presumably to stop him sliding out of the ring and hitting one of the fans in the angers. Luck looks around at the fans, shaking his head.

Luck: See? That’s the reaction I DESPISE! It makes me sick, seeing you all throw yourselves to the feet of a man who is nothing more than a false prophet, making promises to make things better, when in fact all he is doing is sticking his nose in, doing nothing except being nosy and getting involved in matters which don’t belong to him! He tries to stand on the highest mountain, hoping that he will be forever known as the one who is the greatest, the best of this company, well guess what? It’s time to eradicate his memory once and for all. Damnatio et memoriae. And it begins here…..OBLIVION! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!

Luck storms over to the ropes, climbing onto the bottom rope and looking up the ramp. Despite the crowd almost going insane at the mention of Oblivions name…nothing happens. No entrance music, no lights, nothing. Luck jumps off the ropes, turning to Zack Cornell who shrugs before turning back to the ramp.

Luck: COME ON! You want a fight? You want to think you’re the best? You want to prove you’re the greatest? THEN PROVE IT! COME ON!

Nothing. The fans cheer louder, as if it will somehow bring Oblivion to the ring, but there remains no answer. Luck is now getting very restless, turning to the Las Vegas Commission and exchanging some words with them. Dave shrugs, slapping Lucks shoulders and pointing up the ramp again, Luck turns around.

Luck: So, what’s wrong? Has the Big Dog got fleas? Is he too afraid to show his face? Is he submitting to the one true emperor of EUW? Is he bowing to the empire? Is he..giving up? Is that Oblivion? You’re scared of me! ADMIT IT!

The crowd continuing cheering, but Lucks taunts fail to stir his target as no-one appears at the entrance. Luck points up the ramp.

Luck: Alright then, you goddamn peasant, if you aren’t going to come out and answer me, then I am going to find a way to draw you out! I don’t care who I have to hurt, I don’t care who I have to injure, I don’t care what I have to destroy, all you should know is that I am going to get you one way or another!

"Money" by I Fight Dragons plays as Luck turns around, throwing the microphone out of the ring and to the outside. He slides out of the ring and starts to walk up the ramp with Cornell and Dave in tow, looking around at the fans who are jeering venomously. Luck points up the ramp again.

Luck: YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FATE, OBLIVION! YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FATE! YOU'RE LONG OVERDUE FOR YOUR FALL!

[primetime]

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[primetime]

Singles Match
Pinfall or Submission
Bane vs. Jack Bull

Rock Gibson: We have a matchup now between two men looking to reclaim some momentum, as we have Jack Bull facing off against Bane. Both men came out on the losing in at Back 2 Roots, thus they should both be extra fired up tonight!

Xplode: Bull is probably fucking fall down drunk off his ass in depression and Bane probably spent the past few days sulking. Should be a contest of EPIC proportions here eh Rocky?

Rock Gibson: You do realize it’s unprofessional to roll your eyes like that right?

Xpolde: And on the scale of 1-10 of how much I give a flying fuck, the rating is about -40!

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

Skye: The follow contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish! Introducing first, he hails from Colchester, England! He weighs 256 pounds and stands at 6’4. He is…JACK BULL!

Rock Gibson: Look at the focus in the eyes of Jack Bull! He’s practically seeing red due to determination!

Xplode: …..or he’s fucking drunk like I said earlier…

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: And his opponent, hailing from the state of Florida! He weighs 240 pounds and stands at 6’4. He is…BANE!

Rock Gibson: This is another man determined to get back on the winning track tonight!

Xplode: Wonder if he finished pulling all of those thumbtacks out of his ass yet?

The bell quickly rings, but Jack Bull wastes no motion as he sprints forward and hits a monster spear, lifting Bane off of the mat and spiking him into the canvas as hard as he can! Bane bounces off the mat and yells in pain, but doesn't have time for anything else as Bull charges and nails a stiff shoulderblock as soon as he gets up! Jack Bull again wastes no time as he immediately lifts Danny up and plants him with a hard scoop slam! Bane grabs his back in pain, so Bull decides to dish out more pain and hits a second scoop slam! Bane hits hard, so Bull quickly grabs him and completes a third scoop slam! With all that done, Bull quickly drops some elbows onto Danny’s prone body, then completes the flurry with a big jumping kneedrop! He lifts Bane up now and quickly and quickly whips him into the ropes before hitting a HUGE back body drop, sending Bane into the lights and crashing down to the mat below!

Rock Gibson: Look at this! The former Pure Champion is out to make a statement tonight!

Xplode: He lost his damn title Rocky! Gee, here I thought I was pissed off just because the booze ran out! Fucking tool…

Jack Bull wastes no motion now as he stomps forward, waiting to dish out more pain. He waits for Bane to get up and swings with a big right hand, but Bane manages to duck under it! This slightly confuses Bull as he turns and swings again, but gets the same result! Bane now sees that this strategy is effective, so he continues to move around constantly and doesn’t allow Bull to connect with any of his shots! Bull eventually does get frustrated and swings wildly, allowing Bane to sidestep and hit a stiff knee directly to the ribs! Bull drops to one knee, so Bane takes advantage with a short lariat to the back of the head! Bull rolls and gets to his feet quickly, but goes right back down when Bane charges him and returns the spear from earlier with one of his own! Bull pops back up once again and runs at Bane with a clothesline, but Bane counters with a stiff spinebuster, slamming Bull down to the canvas with all of his might!

Rock Gibson: Bane is taking control now after devising an effective strategy. Good moves from the former police officer here.

Xplode: Yeah I want two hotdogs with extra mustard, a pitcher of beer, and…

Rock Gibson: XPLODE! There is a match going on here and you’re ordering food!?

Xplode: I’m hungry God dammit!

Bane sees his chance now and bounces off the ropes to execute a cross body block, but Bull catches his opponent in mid-air and drops into a backbreaker! Bane clutches at his ribs and back as he gets up, so Bull homes in on the injury with a quick serious of STIFF boxing punches, targeting the ribs the entire time! Bane collapses to one knee with his ribs in pain, so Bull just hauls off and soccer kicks him in the teeth! Bane falls quickly, so Bull wastes no time by grabbing him and executing a big atomic drop! Bane seems wobbly from the move, so Bull picks him up and spikes him with a DDT, then goes for the win!

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Shoulder up!

Bull seems somewhat confused as to how he didn't win, but that doesn't matter for long as he quickly lifts Danny up and whips him into the ropes. He goes for another back body drop, but Bane makes him pay for it by returning the favor and kicking Bull dead in the face! Bull quickly stands upright and grabs his face in pain, so Bane makes him pay by hitting a quick boot to the gut and hitting a DDT of his own!

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Kickout!

Bane seems to be generating some momentum for himself now, so he tries to catch Bull off guard with a quick inside cradle while Bull is still stunned!

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Kickout at the last second!

Rock Gibson: Smart wrestling by Bane there! You get the win any way you can!

Xplode: Even if you look like a pussy having to use a fluke cradle while the guy is dazed, but a win is a win right!?

Bull quickly gets to his feet with a look of anger on his face, but Bane gives him no time to act as he quickly nails him in the gut and hooks him for the Scales of Justice! Bull manages to slide off of Bane’s shoulder and throws a wild haymaker, but Bane manages to duck behind him and hook him from behind! Bull fights to get free, but Bane manages to cinch him up and plant him into the mat with an inverted Brainbuster!

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Kickout!

Bane gets to his feet and protests to the referee, but this allows Bull to get his wind back! Bane turns around and Bull quickly meets him with a massive flurry of right hands before hauling off and NAILING him with a gigantic haymaker, sending the crowd into an absolute frenzy! Bull feeds off of the electricity and seemingly decides that it’s time to put Bane away as he hooks him for the Bulls-Eye! Bane realizes his predicament and tries to spin out, but Bull manages to hang onto to the arm! He jerks backwards and throws Bane off balance before quickly grabbing his head and planting him into the mat with the Scorpion Deathdrop!


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Shoulder up!

Bull is unmoved and grabs Bane for what appears to be another scoop slam, but as he lifts him up, Bane somehow manages to bring his leg up and knee Bull dead in the face! Bull goes down to one knee so Bane quickly springs off the ropes and floors him with a vicious lariat!

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Kickout!

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

Xplode: Hey dumb fuck! I said EXTRA MUSTARD!!!

Rock Gibson: I give up…

Bane looks at Jack Bull with a hint of frustration on his face as he gets up ready for more, seemingly wondering what it will take to put him down! He manages to charge at Bull with a running forearm, but Bull ducks under it! Bane bounces off the opposite ropes on the rebound, but Bull greets him with another back body drop! Bane hits hard, but that doesn't stop Bull from lifting him back up and over his head in a gorilla press slam of all things! He holds Bane there and looks to complete the slam, but Bane somehow slips out of his grasp and manages to take Bull’s back! He quickly locks in a sleeper hold now while wrapping his legs around Bull’s torso, trying to put the former champion to sleep! Bull fights the move with all of his might, his arms flailing all over, but eventually drops to one knee! Bane gets the sleeper locked in tight, but Bull suddenly surprises him by grabbing his legs and falling backwards, putting Bane’s shoulders on the canvas!

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Shoulder up!

Rock Gibson: Look at that! The man known more as a straight brawler showing off some impressive wrestling acumen!

Xplode: Uh Rocky? HE FELL BACKWARDS! Any drunken guy at a party could do that!

Bull gets up with a clear look of frustration on his face while gritting his teeth, but he quickly regains his composure before grabbing Bane and whipping him hard into the turnbuckles. He charges for an avalanche, but Bane manages to move out of the way! He quickly climbs the ropes and the big man shows off some impressive athleticism as he jumps off for and takes Jack Bull down with a beautiful flying clothesline! He gives a sign to the crowd and waits for Bull to get up, then grabs him and tries to execute the Law & Order! However, Bull adjusts and quickly gets out of the move with a well-timed punch to the ribs! Bane again has to clutch his ribs in pain, so Bull grabs him and hits the Bulls-Eye!! Bane bounces off the mat and rolls towards the ropes now, apparently trying to get out of the ring on instinct alone! Bull tries to grab him, but it’s for naught as Bane rolls outside, preventing a count. Bull follows him out now, stomping away in frustration! He picks Bane up and looks to whip him into the steel railing now, but Bane quickly reverses and sends Bull into the railing!

Sensing his chance, Bane quickly throws Bull back into the ring and tries to pin him quickly before he can regain himself!

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Kickout!

Bane sees what might be his chance now and with Bull still dazed, he grabs him and plants him into the mat with the Scales of Justice! Still clutching his ribs in pain, he hooks the near leg and screams for the referee to count!

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Foot on the ropes!

Rock Gibson: Jack Bull saves himself with his ring awareness! He’s showing a surprising amount of technical acumen tonight!

Xplode: Rock…he lifted his leg like a dog taking a piss! God you are easy to please if that’s all it takes!

Bane once again protests to the official, but it’s for naught as Jack Bull got his foot on the rope in time! Becoming frustrated now, Bane quickly grabs Bull and tries to hit a second Scales of Justice! Like before though, Bull manages to slide off of Bane’s back and drop down behind him! Bane turns quickly and raises his leg, striking Bull in the midsection! Bane bounces off the ropes and tries another lariat, but Bull catches his arm and plants him into the mat once again with the Bulls-Eye!! Unfortunately, Bull can’t cover as he still has cobwebs from earlier and has to grab his head in pain! The crowd begins cheering loudly now as both men are down, the match taking an extreme toll on both competitors!

Seemingly feeding off of the energy, Jack Bull somehow wills himself to his feet, eliciting a huge pop from the crowd! Shaking the cobwebs loose, he sees Bane struggling to get to his feet. Sensing the chance, Jack Bull crouches down now, screaming at Bane to get up! Bane stumbles to his feet...and Jack Bull hits him with another Bulls-Eye!!! He covers as the crowd chants along with the referee.

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3!

With that, Jack Bull gets to his feet and mounts the turnbuckles, soaking in the adoration of the people!

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...JACK BULL!!!

Bull continues to live it up on the turnbuckles now as the cameras slowly break into the next commercial.

[primetime]

The crowd is overheard cheering negatively as Christian Stephens is seen in the arena parking lot. Closing the door to his silver BMW behind him, he turns around and finds that he is not alone. Dropping his bags instantly, he slowly begins to back up towards his vehicle, his hands raised at ready. A large shadow looms over him that only grows bigger with each step..

Stephens: Come on, man. You know the deal. I was just doing what I thought was right!

Inching closer to his car, Stephens continues to plea for his case.

Stephens: Look, I know the Empire better than you do. We can co-exist. Just let me head on in and get my gear on. Even without Rivera, there is still hope as long as the two of us are still around to fight, right?

The camera pans back now as we see Warrior! Dressed in street clothing, he smiles at Christian Stephens as he finally answers..

Warrior: I have no clue why you were brought in to the Empire. Perhaps it was a desperate act by a desperate man. The thing is, the Empire is very much alive, even without you in it. Why don’t you just get your things and head back where you came from. No more false promises.. Nothing.

Stephens: Oh, I see what is happening here. You think you are man enough to stop me now, perhaps even feel insecure due to my standing in the Empire. I totally get it!

Reaching out, Warrior takes Stephens by surprise as he grips him by the shirt collar, slamming the back of his head into Stephen’s own car! After a few quick thrusts, Warrior leans in close to Stephens and begins to speak once more..

Warrior: You have NO idea.. Where I am coming from. Now LEAVE… while you can. Don’t come back.. EVER.

Stephens stares at Warrior a moment. Completely shaken, he grabs his gym bag and enters his car once more, speeding off out of the parking lot. Warrior adjusts his shirt as a group of men head towards him. The Dogs of War are clapping their hands, smirking as they walk. Hi Octane also is nearby, patting Warrior upon the shoulder.

Octane: Perfect.

Warrior: Heh. Fuck him.

Chance Fusion: Mister LA? Try… Mister find another job!

All 4 of them head back into the arena as Warrior speaks once again..

Warrior: I make this look easy…

[primetime]

Singles Match
Pinfall or Submission
Chance Fusion vs. Immanuel Taylor

Rock Gibson: This next match will feature Chance Fusion from the Dogs of War going one-on-one with the new EUW King of Hardkore, Immanuel Taylor!

Xplode: Well hoo-fucking-rah Rocky. We have the tag wrestler going against the most boring asshole on the roster! Fuck this, where’s the take-out menu?

Rock Gibson: As always Xplode, you are the bastion of professionalism.

Xplode: And as always Rocky, you are the bastion of dumbfuckery!

Things begin as the arena darkens and "Phantoms" by Luna Mortis hits the sound system. The opening riff continues to roll out as one half of the Dogs of War tag team, Chance Fusion, makes his way to the ring. Chance walks to the ring, completely ignoring the loud boos of the fans, before entering and mounting a turnbuckle. Once there he taunts the fans to rile them up even more before hopping down and waiting in the corner.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Tampa, Florida! He weighs 250 pounds and stands 6’1! He is…CHANCE FUSION!

Rock Gibson: It’s going to be interesting to see how this normal tag wrestler fairs in singles competition here tonight!

Xplode: I think it’ll be more interesting to see who the fuck is still awake at the end of this thing!

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! He weighs in at 241 pounds and stands 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.

Rock Gibson: The Hardkore Champion looks focused on his match here tonight.

Xplode: Too bad he’s NEVER focused on entertainment value!

The bell rings now as the two men stare at each other, each showing some initial hesitance. Despite the roll that Taylor is on, he realizes that he is up against a former EUW Pure Champion and cannot make a mistake against this man. This is shown when the men finally knuckle up and begin throwing leather at one another, with Taylor taking advantage of his boxing style. The slightly larger Immanuel Taylor gets the better of the exchange, eventually knocking Fusion off balance and taking advantage with a quick scoop slam. Fusion is up to his feet quickly and stops the next flurry with a quick elbow to the midsection. Taylor slumps over, so Fusion quickly bounces off the ropes and drops Taylor with a running knee to the side of the head! Taylor goes down, so Fusion quickly grabs him and tries for some type of DDT! Taylor realizes his predicament and quickly escapes the move before backing away to collect his wits. Fusion doesn’t follow him, instead taking the time to stretch and plan his next attack.

Rock Gibson: This is definitely a far cry from Immanuel Taylor’s previous contest at Back 2 Roots!

Xplode: I know right!? That match was entertaining! This match is fucking boring!

Rock Gibson: The match just started!

Xplode: And already I want to take a damn nap!

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

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Kickout!

Taylor is undeterred and quickly grabs Fusion by the arms, apparently already trying to cinch him into his finisher the Perpetual Ferocity! Fusion is quick to counter though, spinning out of the move and catching Taylor off guard with a quick kick to the face! Taylor instinctively grabs at his face, so Fusion takes advantage by striking with a strong elbow smash to the back of the head! Taylor drops to his hands and knees, so Fusion quickly wraps him into an amateur-style rolling cradle!

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Kickout!

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

Xplode: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz……

Rock Gibson: You know what? GOOD! Sleep then! About time a match was called professionally on this show!

Fusion quickly grabs Taylor and tries for the F-Bomb, but Taylor quickly rolls forward to counter! He spins out and tries to come back around with another clothesline, but Fusion ducks under it and jumps for a dropkick! Taylor ducks to avoid the move though, allowing Fusion to crash to the mat below. Fusion seems stunned, so Taylor quickly grabs him and plants him into the mat with a beautiful t-bone suplex!

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Kickout!

Fusion gets to his feet quickly once again, so Taylor tries to execute another t-bone suplex. But Fusion shows off his technical prowess once again by reversing the move into a tight inside cradle!

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Kickout at the last second!

Both men again get back to their feet in a flash, but Fusion gets the advantage by taking Taylor completely off guard with a stiff kick to the left knee! Taylor stumbles forward, so Fusion grabs him and plants him with the DDT that he tried earlier!

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Kickout!

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

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Kickout at the last second!

Both men make it back up immediately, but as Taylor throws a boxing punch to the ribs, Fusion grabs his arm and quickly spins him around! Taylor goes slightly off-balance, so Fusion responds with another stiff elbow smash to the face! Taylor drops to one knee in a stunned state, so Fusion capitalizes with a picture perfect swinging neckbreaker!

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Shoulder up!

Rock Gibson: What a match this is! This is technical wrestling at its finest!

Xplode: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz……

Rock Gibson: Good God this is nice not having to worry about you. Sleep away!

Xplode: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz……

Both men begin throwing right hands once again, this time with Fusion taking Taylor off balance. He tries another kick, but Taylor again ducks under it and somehow manages to grab Fusion by the arm! With Fusion still a bit off balance from the kick, Taylor quickly locks the arm and cinches in before riding him down into the Perpetual Ferocity! Fusion immediately realizes his predicament and tries to roll forward to the ropes, but Taylor manages to hang on! Taylor tries to cinch the move back, but Fusion manages to adjust his position and drape a foot on the ropes, forcing a break! Taylor breaks the hold cleanly, but pays for it when Fusion gives him a stiff punch dead to the ribs! Taylor doubles over in pain, so Fusion quickly grabs him and puts him into the canvas with an old-school Piledriver!

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Shoulder up!

Seemingly sensing a chance, Fusion decides to try and end it now by once again cinching Taylor up and trying for the F-Bomb! However, Immanuel Taylor once again shows that he is a force to be reckoned with in the ring, immediately rolling out of the move! Fusion charges him, but Taylor quickly executes a drop toehold, putting Fusion face-first on the canvas! Taylor grabs a basic hammerlock now, obviously trying to control his man and weaken the arm at the same time. He continues to keep the hammerlock cinched in as Fusion tries to roll forward out of the move, but Taylor brilliant takes his leg and pushes down on Fusion, trapping him in a pinning predicament!

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Kickout!

Taylor releases the hold as Fusion is able to roll away and get to his feet now. Fusion once again tries to use his speed by charging Immanuel Taylor, but Taylor quickly side-steps him and throws him into the opposite ropes! As Fusion bounces off, Taylor quickly charges forward and nails him flush with a stiff running spear!

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Kickout!

Rock Gibson: This is one of the finest clean wrestling matches in recent memory! No weapons, no shenanigans, just two men out to show that they are the superior in-ring technician! This is what EUW stands for!

Xplode: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz……

Taylor looks slightly flustered at the count and briefly complains to the official in an uncharacteristic sign of emotion, but it costs him as Fusion quickly rolls him up with a schoolboy!

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Kickout at the last possible second!

Fusion is the one protesting now, loudly declaring to the referee that he got the win! Finally, he turns his attention back to Taylor, but gets cut off with a sharp blow to the ribs. Fusion doubles over, so Taylor quickly cinches him up and holds him high, waiting several moments before dropping him to the mat in a perfect vertical! Fusion is hurting, so Taylor continues the momentum by executing a perfect backbreaker! Sensing that the momentum is on his side, Taylor quickly grabs Fusion and spikes him into the mat with a vicious Brainbuster!

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Shoulder up at the last possible second!

With the momentum now clearly on his side, Immanuel Taylor seemingly decides that the time is now to end things. He quickly picks Chance Fusion up off the mat and grabs his arms, trying to ride him down into the Perpetual Ferocity! He goes to ride Fusion down, but Fusion brilliantly pulls the referee in front of him and hits quick low blow! Taylor stumbles forward from the blow, but is able to throw his arm out for a clothesline as he turns back around! Fusion is ready though and ducks underneath it, hoisting Taylor onto his shoulders! With Taylor in position, Fusion drives him into the mat, spiking him with a Death Valley Driver! Taylor rolls towards the side of the ring, so Fusion quickly dives on him before he can escape and makes the pin!

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Foot on the ropes!

Rock Gibson: Tough going for Chance Fusion there! He spiked Taylor with that move but the quiet man showed his ring prowess and saved the match!

Xplode: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz……

Fusion pleads his case to the official, but it’s all for naught as Taylor just barely got his foot on the ropes in time. Eventually getting frustrated, he turns back to Taylor, only for Taylor to grab him by the waistband and toss him forward into the middle turnbuckle! Fusion grabs his face in pain and turns around, leaving him prone for a flurry of boxing punches from Immanuel Taylor! Taylor throws every blow with precision accuracy, peppering both sides with stiff shots to ribs and chest. Finally, Taylor concludes by throwing a BIG haymaker, cracking Fusion dead in the jaw! Fusion drops like a rock, so Taylor quickly covers!

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Kickout!

Sensing his opportunity to finally end it, Taylor now hoists Fusion back up and tries for a second Brainbuster! Fusion manages to get enough wits about him though to drop down behind Taylor and push him into the ropes! Taylor hangs on to avoid the cradle, forcing Fusion to roll backwards from the momentum. Fusion gets up and charges, but Taylor lifts him up and drops him throat-first across the top rope! Fusion grabs his neck in pain, so Taylor quickly capitalizes with a stiff shot to the ribs! Fusion swings wildly to counter the blow, but Taylor brilliantly catches the arm and uses his leg to take Fusion’s feet out from under him! Fusion goes down with Taylor still hanging onto the arm, so he quickly cinches in the Kimura Key-Lock! Fusion begins flailing in pain, but Taylor compensates by pulling him to the center of the ring! Fusion keeps fighting the pain, but Taylor applies more pressure! Fusion raises his free hand about to tap, but suddenly tries one last desperation roll to counter!

He rolls backwards...but Taylor still manages to hang on! His options exhausted, Chance Fusion finally takes his free hand...

AND TAPS OUT!

Taylor lets go immediately and quietly exits the ring, not even waiting for Skye to make her announcement.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...IMMANUEL TAYLOR!!!

Rock Gibson: What an impressive victory by the Hardkore Champion here tonight!

Xplode: Yeah sure...

Rock Gibson: When did you get up...and where in the hell did you get that cup of coffee!?

Immanuel, having done his job, rolled out of the ring and walked slowly towards Skye, nursing some of the injuries he incurred from the fatal four way at B2R. Skye, partly put off by Immanuel’s ghastly appearance, handed him his Hardkore Title Belt while keeping her distance. He nodded to her before turning around only to find Jackal swinging a kendo stick into his face. The crowd reacts in silence as Immanuel falls to his feet while holding the left side of his face, blood pouring out profusely from a gash on his cheek. Skye lets out a scream as she backs off instantly. A splinter from the wood of the kendo stick is visible as it sticks out of Immanuel’s bleeding cheek gash.

Jackal does not waste one second as he grabs the straps of Immanuel’s wrestling attire and pulls down both of them from the opposite sides, exposing Immanuel’s back and stomach. Jackal then raises his arms and then slams the kendo stick straight into Immanuel’s left kidney area, causing another wood splinter to slice a very nasty gash open. Blood begins pouring out in an orderly fashion from the side gash as an equivalent pouring continues from the first gash on Immanuel’s face. Jackal raises his arms again, and with the twisted kendo stick in full ferocity, repeatedly smashes said kendo stick onto the bare back of Immanuel Taylor.

Immanuel Taylor, having already lost too much blood, barely keeps himself conscious as he attempts to move himself. Jackal grabs him by the head, picks him up on his wobbly feet and rolls him into the ring. With both men in the ring, Jackal once again picks Immanuel up before kicking him in the gut and nailing him with the Demon Driver. At this point, Immanuel’s motionless body seems to be a mixture of gashes and bruises, most from the fatal four way at B2R with new recent additions by Jackal. This is colored with Immanuel’s blood, which provides a striking balance to his European-white skin.

Jackal rolls out of the ring and grabs both the Hardkore title and a microphone. He rolls back to the ring and places the belt next to the semi-conscious Immanuel before raising the microphone to his mouth.

Jackal: I never got to congratulate you on that title win, Immanuel, so I had to improvise tonight with this little kendo stick show. Hope you enjoyed it. Now, I’m not the bad guy here. I don’t want all our beloved audience thinking that. No, I’m just doing what a Hardcore wrestler is expected to do.

An army of EMTs rush to the ring as Immanuel lies in the ring, vividly bloodied and bruised. He manages to keep one eye open and, with the continued functioning of his ears, observes the standing Jackal. The EMTs enter the ring only to have Jackal motion at them to stop.

Jackal: That’s ok, I just want to tell him something. You see, Immanuel, you may have won this title at the fatal four way but the thing about being a champion is that the next guy in line cannot wait to get a shot at you. In case you haven’t figured out yet, I am that guy. On the next episode of Sunday Night Vengeance, you and me are going to tango in a one on one Hardcore Rules match for the EUW Hardkore Title.

Jackal backs away as the EMTs rush to work on Immanuel. Jackal goes to leave but suddenly stops and turns around to face the downed Immanuel.

Jackal: Oh and you are going to need more than a couple of submission moves if you want to make it through a real hardcore match, champ.

Jackal, satisfied with dissing a nearly-unconscious person, made his way from the ring as the several gashes, brought on by wood splinters from the kendo stick, were promptly treated by the EMTs. The camera zeros in on the Hardkore Title belt, an item responsible for many feuds and bad blood, lying next to its current holder, the bruised and semi-conscious Immanuel Taylor.

[primetime]

The feed cuts to the backstage area where Jack Rodgers - mic in hand - is standing by with Danny Tenfold.

Jack Rodgers: Ladies and gentlemen, we are just moments away from tonight's Main Event! And with that match so close I am joined by one of the participants and EUW Pure Champion: Danny Tenfold!

Jack turns to his guest, who has his championship strapped around his waist.

Jack Rodgers: Danny, we are literally minutes away from your first ever Pure Title defense... how are you feeling?

Danny nods.

Danny Tenfold: I'm feeling good, Jack. I've recovered as well as I could possibly hope for after "B2R" and I'm ready for a fight.

Jack Rodgers: And I'm sure you'll get one. What are your feelings about the threat Chuck Johnson poses to you and your title reign tonight?

Danny shrugs.

Danny Tenfold: CJ's a tough guy and a capable competitor, and he's certainly a big threat - but then so is everybody on this roster. I just hope Chuck and I can go out there and give the EUW fans the match they want and deserve, one worthy of it's main event status. And when all is said and done I hope to be the man leaving the blood, sweat, and tears behind and walking away with the gold.

Jack Rodgers: So we won't be witnessing a new record for shortest Pure Championship reign tonight?

Danny smiles.

Danny Tenfold: Not on my watch.

Jack Rodgers: Well thanks for your time, Danny, and good luck.

As Danny nods and then walks out of shot, Jack turns to look at the camera.

Jack Rodgers: As you can see the Champion seems in good spirits and ready for a battle... this should be one heck of a contest. Back to you guys at ringside!

[primetime]

Singles Match
Pinfall or Submission
Warrior vs. Jace Ambrose

Rock Gibson: Now, we come to a match which is guaranteed to get hectic..Jason Ambrose takes on Warrior.

Xplode: I hope Ambrose kicks some ass tonight!

Rock Gibson: Remember what unfolded at Back2Roots, folks: Ambrose failed to win in that huge Ladder match, and Rivera came out and branded him a traitor to the Empire. Of course, Ambrose’s spot within the Empire was quickly taken by none other than Warrior, who proceeded to viciously beat him down, and hurt his ribs as he did so.

Xplode: Attacked simply because he gave a crap about Chad Kennedy. That Riveras a fucking snake, and I hope he gets what’s coming to him!

"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva hits the sound system as red and purple lights flash across the arena. Instead of the usual jeers that greet the music, we are instead treated to a flood of cheers cascading throughout the arena! After a few seconds, Ambrose walks out onto the stage and pauses at the top of the ramp, giving a flex of his biceps for the crowd who are now starting to warm to the impressive superstar. Despite that a roll of white tape is visible across his ribs, a reminder of Warriors vicious attack on him, he pumps his right bicep and kisses it before throwing his arms down and starting to walk down the ramp.

Skye: From Wilimgton, Delaware, weighing in at two hundred and forty six pounds…JACE AMBROSE!!!!

Grinning at the cheers, Ambrose walks down the right hand side of the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans as he does. He jogs forward at the bottom of the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring, twisting around and climbing onto the bottom-right turnbuckle, flexing his arms before taking off his headband, throwing it into the crowd who quickly scramble to catch it. Ambrose nods, grinning and hops down from the turnbuckle, jogging into the upper-left corner of the ring and standing in the turnbuckle there, grabbing the ropes and stretching on them slightly. “Ladies and Gentlemen” fades out, and is quickly replaced by “World on Fire” by Firewind, causing the crowds cheers to turn into venomous boos and jeers towards Warrior who steps onto the stage, shaking his head and ignoring the boos. He jogs to the left of the ramp, slamming his fists on his chest, igniting the crowd into a frenzy of jeers before running to the right, mockingly cupping a hand to his ear and trying to urge the crowd on to boo him. He jogs back to the middle of the stage before bolting down the ramp.

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

Skyes introduction is almost inaudible as the jeers get even louder. Warrior slides into the ring, turning to the ropes and hopping on them with one foot on the bottom rope and one foot on the middle, flinging his arms into the air before hopping down and walking into the corner directly opposite from Ambrose’s, rotating his wrists, pounding his fists together and cracking his neck from side to side.

WARRIOR SUCKS! WARRIOR SUCKS! WARRIOR SUCKS! WARRIOR SUCKS! WARRIOR SUCKS!

Warrior turns his head to the right, spitting on the outside to the foot of the crowd barrier, causing an even louder jeer to go up. Warrior simply shrugs it off as the referee motions to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Warrior grins, pointing at the taped ribs of Ambrose before mockingly clutching his own ribs, letting out a loud laugh. Ambrose immediately bolts out of his corner in rage, nailing Warrior with a vicious Clothesline which smashes him backwards into the turnbuckle! The crowd cheer wildly as Ambrose begins to violently bring down his fists into Warriors chest and head, keeping him pinned in the corner. The referee rushes over, grabbing Ambrose’s right arm, but Jace keeps the onslaught going, starting to deliver thunderous kicks to Warriors gut and sending him sliding down the turnbuckle and into a sitting position, only for Ambrose to direct his vicious kicks at Warriors face. The referee drags back on Ambrose’s arm, forcing him to take a few steps back and allowing Warrior time to get to his feet, dusting himself off mockingly. Ambrose darts forward, going for a Clothesline, but Warrior quickly sidesteps, allowing Ambrose to smash into the turnbuckle! Ambrose clutches his chest in pain as Warrior grabs his head, slamming it down into the top turnbuckle roughly. He pulls Ambrose’s head back and tries again, but Ambrose slams a foot onto the middle turnbuckle, stopping him from doing so and swings his left elbow back, catching Warrior in the jaw and sending him stumbling backwards. Ambrose turns around and locks his arm around the neck of Warrior, pulling him up roughly with a suplex before falling forwards, slamming Warriors entire torso into the mat with brute force. Ambrose rolls him over, going for the pin..

1….2—KICK OUT!

Warrior gets an arm up, but Ambrose gets on one knee over him, grasping his hair tightly and raining down heavy left fists onto Warriors forehead, each one illiciting wild cheers from the crowd. Ambrose stops after five punches, kisses his knuckles, and gives Warrior an almighty punch into the side of his temple, sending him to the mat!

Rock Gibson: Holy shit, Ambrose wants to completely obliterate Warrior here!

Xplode: I’m sure he will.

Ambrose grabs Warriors hair, pulling him roughly to his feet. Warrior goes for a right-handed punch, but Ambrose ducks under it, going behind Warrior and locking his arms in position for a Cobra Clutch. He successfully locks Warriors right arm around his own neck, pulling him back roughly. Warrior struggles violently, and Ambrose turns both men, dragging Warrior backwards violently towards the middle of the ring. Warrior digs his feet into the mat, attempting to stop Ambrose who simply responds by lifting Warrior into the air before slamming him down ferociously with a Cobra Clutch Slam. Ambrose places a foot on his chest and points at the referee who slides over..

1…2..KICK OUT!

Warrior shoves the foot of Ambrose off of his chest, only for Ambrose to mount him, nailing three quick punches before rising to his feet, pointing to the turnbuckle and nodding at the fans who cheer in response. Ambrose climbs out onto the apron, and climbs up the turnbuckle, raising his right arm and pumping the bicep, kissing it before diving off. The J-Drop fails to connect as Warrior quickly rolls away, leaving Ambrose to hit the mat with a thunderous crash! The crowd jeer as Warrior gets to his feet, laughing at Ambrose before angrily grabbing his head, pulling him roughly to his feet, taking a few steps back and charging forward, locking an arm around his neck before slamming him violently to the mat with the Dichotomy (Running STO). Warrior is immediately back up on his feet, grasping Ambrose’s arms and whipping him off the opposite set of ropes. As Ambrose runs forward, Warrior slams his knee into the taped ribs of Ambrose, causing him to scream loudly and stumble backwards. Warrior grins and nods, leaning down and grabbing Ambrose, pulling him into a sitting position and locking his arms around his chest, squeezing violently.

Rock Gibson: Goddamn, Warrior is trying to crush those ribs into granite!

Xplode: It’s gonna take more than being hugged to take Ambrose down.

Ambrose yells in pain, grasping Warriors arms desperately and trying to pry him off. Warrior responds by simply tightening his grip, causing Ambrose to nearly pass out from the pain. Ambrose leans back, raising a hand and running his fingers behind him, over Warriors face. Without a moments pause, Ambrose digs his fingers into Warriors eyes, causing Warrior to scream and let go, pulling back.

Rock Gibson: Damn, Ambrose tried to BLIND Warrior!

Xplode: HAHAHAHA! I’m warming to this kid!

Ambrose raises to his feet, grabbing Warrior by his hair and yanking him to his feet. Warrior punches Ambrose in the ribs, causing Ambrose to stumble back, allowing Warrior to charge forward and nail the Rage (Gore) right into the ribs of Ambrose! Ambrose hits the mat hard, and Warrior goes for the cover.

1…2…KICK OUT!

Ambrose somehow thrusts a shoulder up, only for Warrior to deliver a punch to his ribs. Ambrose yells out in agony, and Warrior goes for it again, only for Ambrose to roll to his right and cause Warrior to punch the mat. Ambrose slowly gets to his feet, using the nearby ropes for leverage, and Warrior charges, going for a clothesline, but the quick-thinking Ambrose ducks, slamming his shoulder into Warriors gut and lifting up, sending Warrior vaulting up and over the top rope, hitting the outside with a tremendous thud! Some of the crowd rush to the barrier, jeering loudly, and Ambrose looks over at the fallen Warrior, stumbling back against the ropes and using this precious time to nurse his ribs.

Rock Gibson: The kids took a hell of a beating.

Xplode: Well, he took it at Back2Roots. So far, he’s done well at keeping Warrior off of him, although that’s probably because Warrior couldn’t wrestle a paper bag.

Warrior grasps the ring apron, pulling himself to his feet. Ambrose walks over, quickly stomping on Warriors hands. Warrior pulls back, allowing Ambrose some more time to quickly regain his focus. Warrior quickly slides in, using the momentum from doing so to go for the Rage. Ambrose quickly steps to the side, and Warrior quickly gets to a vertical base, rebounding off the opposite set of ropes and hurtling straight for Ambrose who jolts forward, leaning down and lifting Warrior up to hit a huge Powerslam! Instead of hooking the leg, Ambrose lifts him straight up to his feet, turning around and rebounding off the ropes, dashing forward and nailing a major Clothesline which sends Warrior down violently to the mat. Once again, Ambrose mounts Warrior, grasping his hair in his right hand and pulling his head up, starting to nail several vicious blows to the side of his temple with his left fist. Warrior struggles violently, his arms pinned down by Ambroses knees, so he simply resorts to twisting his head, biting one of Ambroses fingers. Ambrose yells out in pain, letting go and allowing Warrior to free his arms, punching both fists into the ribs of Ambrose and sending him back down to the mat.Warrior gets to his feet, clutching his temple and looking down angrily at Ambrose, grasping him by the neck and hauling him to his feet, pulling him close and locking his arms around his waist before lifting him up and slamming him down with a vicious Colorado Suplex (Belly-to-Belly Suplex) Ambroses body twitches in pain as the impact rattles his injured ribs, but Warrior isn’t done: He hauls Ambrose up to his feet once again, Irish Whipping him into the lower-left turnbuckle before walking backwards, all the way into the opposite turnbuckle before charging forward, head lowered, and nailing the Rage (Gore), spearing Ambrose in the ribs. Ambrose cries out in agony, falling to his knees as Warrior pulls away, grasping him by his head and forcing him down onto the mat, going for a pinfall.

1…2…KICK OUT!

Ambrose somehow gets a shoulder up, causing Warrior to slap the mat in frustration and bolt to his feet, grabbing the referee and shoving him. Warrior and the referee exchange a few heated words before Warrior turns around, noting that Ambrose is getting to his feet. Warrior runs forward, clotheslining Ambrose and sending him over the top rope before turning around and yelling at the referee. This lapse in concentration costs him, though, as Ambrose hangs on to the top rope, uneasily twisting his legs and body around to clutch onto the ring apron before carefully pulling himself up, giving a shrill whistle. Warrior turns around, aiming a punch at Ambrose who ducks under it, slamming his shoulder forward into the stomach. Warrior doubles over and Ambrose leans through the ropes, pulling Warrior close. He eases over the top rope, carefully to ensure he doesn’t harm his ribs anymore and locks his arm around Warriors neck, lifting him up high. The crowd cheer as Ambrose, in a desperate attack, slowly falls back, sending both men to the outside with a huge Suplex! Ambrose clutches his ribs as he hits the mat, kicking his legs in pain, while Warrior is remaining on his back, clutching his back.

Rock Gibson: Looks like Ambrose just hit a kamikaze attack there. He certainly took down Warrior, who had some momentum going, but he looks like those ribs are hurting him.

Xplode: Stupid move, if you ask me. It’s win by PINFALL, not COUNT-OUT. He needs to slide ol’ greasy back in the ring and pin him or make him submit.

The referee watches over the ropes, checking to make sure that neither Warrior nor Ambrose are injured. Ambrose slowly sits up, favouring his ribs with his right arm and looking at some nearby fans, smirking and shaking his head as they cheer before turning to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and using the time to catch his breath back and regain his bearings. Warrior slowly gets to his feet, grasping the ring apron and sliding in. Ambrose rushes over, grasping Warriors hair and pulling him up between his legs. He quickly lifts Warrior up in position for the J-Bomb, but Warrior quickly flings his head back, catching Ambrose between the shoulderblades. Ambroses grip loosens, allowing Warrior to slide straight over his back and turn around. Ambrose does too, and Warrior delivers a devastating knee up into the ribs of Ambrose. Ambrose falls to one knee, clutching his ribs in agony as Warrior grasps the back of his head, slamming his face down ruthlessly into the mat. Rubbing the back of his head, Warrior places a foot under the ribs of Ambrose, kicking up and sending Ambrose rolling onto his back. Warrior steps over Ambrose and quickly grasps the top rope of the lower-left turnbuckle which looms over Ambrose, slowly climbing up it. As soon as he reaches the top rope, he carefully lets go, stabilising himself, and looks back. Once he is comfortable with his aim, he backflips, sailing through the air and nailing Ambrose with a vicious Moonsault!

Xplode: Holy crap!

Rock Gibson: What a move! A huge Moonsault from Warrior!

Warrior quickly hooks the leg of Ambrose..

1…2….KICK OUT!

Just before the referees hand hits the mat for a third time, Ambrose thrusts his shoulder up. Warrior raises his head, his face reflecting a look of utter disbelief before he pushes Ambrose down again, hooking the leg once more.

1….2…KICK OUT!

Ambrose repeats the kick out, but Warrior slams his head down into the forehead of Ambrose before hooking the leg a third time.

1….KICK OUT!

Ambrose kicks out much quicker, grabbing the side of Warrior's head and freeing his right arm, starting to deliver several vicious punches to his opponent! The crowd cheers wildly as Ambrose hits a final, devastating punch, sending Warrior sprawling backwards. Ambrose pulls himself up to his feet, the crowd now continuing to cheer in the hope to spur Ambrose on to victory, telling Warrior to get to his feet. Ambrose circles around Warrior, standing in the middle of the ring as Warrior stumbles to his feet, rubbing the side of his temple and glaring at Ambrose.

Ambrose charges now for one of his trademark clotheslines...only for Warrior to cut him off by charging forward and executing the Rage (Gore)! The force of the move sends both men through the ropes and sprawling out the floor, where they both hit hard! They both fight to their feet, throwing leather the entire time! Ambrose picks Warrior up in a double leg and takes him down now, throwing more leather at Warrior's face! Warrior knees Ambrose in the back to escape, then gets to his feet and moves up the ramp!

Ambrose gives chase though, tackling Warrior from behind and taking him down again! Ambrose continues to pound away on Warrior now, completely obsessed with taking him out! Finally, Warrior manages a quick blow to the ribs to stun Ambrose and heads through the curtain to the back! He stops to catch his breath backstage as cameras hit the scene...only for Ambrose to burst through the curtain and continue the assault! The two men continue to battle now, knocking over all the furniture nearby!

Security personnel hit the scene now and try to separate the two men, but neither one will back down! Finally, May comes running up the melee, screaming at Jace at the top of her lungs!

May: JACE! IT'S NOT WORTH IT! NOT NOW! SAVE IT! PLEASE!

Upon hearing these words, Ambrose finally settles down and stops fighting the security guards attempting to restrain him. He tries to collect his wits...when Warrior breaks free and HITS THE RAGE ON MAY!!! Ambrose's eyes go wide with rage as he SCREAMS at the top of his lungs!!!

Jace Ambrose YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!

Warrior simply laughs at Ambrose and backs away now as the security guards hold Ambrose back! Ambrose continues to scream at Warrior as he calmly turns and leaves, not even giving Ambrose the time of day. Ambrose finally calms himself and tends to his girlfriend as the cameras finally cut back to the announce table.

Rock Gibson: That son of a bitch...

Xplode: Had to pick on a woman. Fucking pussy.

Rock Gibson: Ladies and gentlemen this match is a double DQ...but that's not important now. Let's just hope May is alright. Go to commercial. NOW.

The cameras cut to commercial now as the crowd continues to look on stunned at what just occurred...

[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]

Main Event Singles Match
EUW Pure Championship
Danny Tenfold vs. Chuck Johnson

Rock Gibson: Well that brings us to the main event of the evening. This one is sure to be a doozy! Tonight, the EUW Pure Championship is on the line as the newly crowned champion, Danny Tenfold, takes on the amazingly popular.. Chuck Johnson. Any thoughts on this match?

Xplode: Yeah, I hope CJ brings decent beer this time. The last shit that he brought left a bad taste in my mouth.

Rock Gibson: It was just two weeks ago that Danny Tenfold shocked the world when he captured the EUW Pure Championship. Now he finds himself facing a very determined Chuck Johnson in his first title defense. I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes..

Xplode: Agreed, imagine how sweaty they are..

Rock Gibson: ANYWAY, let’s get to the ring where Skye await’s the start of the match.

The feed cuts to the ring now as we see Skye holding a microphone.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the main event. Coming to the ring first, out of Chester, Montana...CHUCK JOHNSON!

"Whup A Man's Ass" by Trace Adkins begins to play as Chuck Johnson steps out unto the stage. He does not stop or respond to the fans at all, instead choosing to continue down the rampway and towards the ring. He is dressed in blue jean shorts and a camouflage hunting jacket. In his right hand is a leash, leading to his faithful PitBull.. Justice. Upon arriving at ringside, CJ ties his dog to the ring post. Rolling under the bottom rope, he raises both hands above his head quickly, and then leans against the ropes a few times against his back. With a nod, he signals that he is ready for the match to begin. At ringside, his dog barks loudly.. stirring up the fans.

Skye: Next we have the EUW Pure Champion of the World! DANNY TENFOLD!!!

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

Rock Gibson: These two men in the ring have quite a bit of history between them. It wasn’t too long ago that the both of them were competing for the rights to win that championship. CJ won the last time around, now it’s Tenfold’s chance to even the score. Let’s get to the action. Tenfold.. Johnson… NOW!

Danny Tenfold approaches CJ and unclips the belt from his waist. There is a look of respect upon Tenfold’s face as he hands it to the referee with a smile. The referee accepts the belt and begins to walk away with it. Across the ring, Johnson leans against the ropes, a smirk upon his face. He offers no gesture of respect at all as he approaches Tenfold. The two men meet in the center of the ring.

The crowd cheers loudly now as both men remain stationary. The bell is finally rung.

Tenfold offers a handshake in a gesture of professionalism. CJ looks down at the hand and smiles. He then hauls back and slaps the shit out of Tenfold! The crowd cheers loudly as Tenfold holds his jaw in pain. CJ is now seen talking trash to Tenfold. Once again, he slaps the Pure Champion with disdain. Tenfold backs up, his face now very serious. Looking at the fans around him, he suddenly finds himself stranded in the middle of a hungry crowd calling for his blood…

Rock Gibson: Wow.. We can see who the favorite is here in this match. This crowd has not stopped cheering for Johnson since the match began!

Xplode: Of course. These stupid hicks think he is their savior or something.

Shaking his head, Tenfold nods at the crowd in respect and turns to the ring once again. In the center, CJ is seen hunched over, taunting Tenfold to come on back. Meeting the challenge, Tenfold leans back against the ropes for momentum and then charges CJ. Both men lock up as the fans scream in anticipation. Immediately, Tenfold slides CJ in for a headlock. CJ counters this by sliding out and locking in an arm wrench! Tenfold is quicker though, as he maneuvers himself for a reversed arm drag! Johnson is sent tumbling to the mat as Tenfold backs away, his fists pumping in the air!

Now upon one knee, Johnson smirks as he looks up at the now celebrating Tenfold. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and rises up once again. The two lock up this time once more, and CJ is the first to strike with a knee to the gut! CJ fires once again with the same strike, causing Tenfold to double over in pain! Grabbing the head of Tenfold, CJ plants him face first into his knee, sending the Pure Champion to the mat hard!

Rock Gibson: Great effort by the Angry Redneck there!

Tenfold struggles to his feet but finds himself gripped from behind! Scooping him up, CJ falls backwards with a classic back drop! Tenfold then comes crashing down to the mat below once again! The crowd is cheering now as CJ has the momentum going! Stalking his prey, Johnson grabs a handful of hair and brings Tenfold up to one knee. He pulls back a fist and punches Tenfold in the forehead hard! Tenfold’s head snaps back as he falls backward to the mat behind him. Raising both fists in the air, CJ plays to the fans as he is seen talking smack once again!

Xplode: I may have underestimated Johnson. He isn’t the big imbred hick that I thought he was!

Tenfold rises to his feet once again, and CJ notices this. Johnson approaches Tenfold but is punched in the gut upon arrival! Tenfold follows this up by hooking his leg and spinning… sending CJ crashing to the mat hard! With the tide turning in his favor, Tenfold rises and runs to the ropes! He hops to the middle rope and launches off of them, spinning in the air and landing with an amazing body splash! Hooking the leg, Tenfold covers for the pin!

1...
Kick Out!

Sitting up, Tenfold shakes his head as he rises to his feet once again. He begins to walk away when out of no where he is tripped up by Chuck Johnson! Rolling over, Johnson grabs his head and locks in a modified STF (Stepover Toehold Facelock)! Tenfold waves his arms around in pain as Johnson leans back, pouring on the pain!

Rock Gibson: Do you see this?! CJ is applying a submission hold in the ring! I believe there is a name for this. That’s right.. He refers to it as “Redneck Justice”!

Xplode: Witty… not really. I think I prefer “Trailer Trash Trouble”.

Rock Gibson: That is why you are at the announcer’s booth and not in the office..

CJ still has the hold locked in as Tenfold is seen reaching out for any nearby ropes! His biceps flex as he plants a hand down and begins to drag the both of them towards the ring ropes now. As the crowd cheers, Tenfold shows his tenacity as he finally grabs a handful of neoprene! The ref calls for the break as CJ rolls away!

Rock Gibson: Impressive! That is the heart of a champion!

Taking a deep sigh of relief, Tenfold begins to pull himself up to his feet, just in time to duck out of the way from a hard right by CJ! Finding himself behind CJ now, Tenfold wraps his arms around him and falls backward with a German Suplex! Tenfold does not let go, instead rolling over to repeat the maneuver once again! As he once again brings a now very limp Chuck Johnson to his feet once more, He changes things up with a Tilt-O-Whirl backbreaker! The crowd cheers as CJ comes tumbling down! Tenfold quickly covers for the pin!

1..
2.…
CJ raises a shoulder.. Barely.

Rock Gibson: Great rebound by Tenfold here! The Pure Champ seems to have the heart of a Lion! Rising to his feet, Tenfold grabs CJ by the arm and drags him into the corner of the ring. He then climbs a turnbuckle and balances himself with arms out. As the crowd cheers, Tenfold looks down at his opponent..

Rock Gibson: Look out! Tenfold is set to fly!

Looking up, Johnson sees this danger! He rolls over quickly and meets Tenfold before he can launch off. Right a hard right, he punches Tenfold in the groin causing the Pure Champion to fall hard upon the turnbuckle padding! Exhausted, CJ then grabs the head of Tenfold and elbows him hard in the jaw, causing Tenfold to slip off the fall to the ringside area!

Xplode: Ouch. Someone got owned..

Dropping to the mat and sliding out of the ring, CJ walks up to Tenfold and lifts him to his feet. He unleashes a hard chop to the chest of Tenfold, causing the flesh to become red immediately. Another chop from CJ makes even the crowd cringe as Tenfold buckles under the pressure. CJ looks to the fans and raises a fist, the crowd cheers loudly in response with a unified “HAIL THE ALE!”

In a last ditch effort, Tenfold grabs CJ by the belt and yanks down on him hard, sending him face first into the metal steps! Rolling over into a seated position, CJ is seen slightly out of it. His forehead has been gashed wide open and a thin stream of blood trickles over the bridge of his nose..

Rock Gibson: Things have just become a bit more serious. This may be turning point that Tenfold was looking for! Can he capitalize on this opportunity!

Sitting up now, Tenfold walks to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and slowly ascends the turnbuckle. He is on top once again, this time is a much less confident manner. With hands raised, he launches into the air like a bird, flying off the buckle and out of the ring as he lands on…

A Metal Chair!

A sickening crunch is heard now as Tenfold rolls over unto his back, completely out cold. Somehow, CJ had the peace of mind to reach out and snatch an unused chair and cover hold it in place, causing Tenfold to fall right into it! As the crowd cheers loudly “THIS IS AWESOME!”, CJ stands up and grabs Tenfold by the head. He proceeds to roll Tenfold into the ring and follow right behind him. He quickly covers, trying to make history!

1...
2...
Shoulder up at the last second!

The crowd ERUPTS with cheers as Tenfold somehow has the piece of mind to get his shoulder off the canvas! CJ pounds the mat in frustration, but nevertheless gets to his feet, screaming at Tenfold to get up! Tenfold makes it to his feet, so CJ tries for the Hangover (Stone Cold Stunner)! However, Danny manages to catch the foot, step over, and hit a spinning heel kick to the face! CJ goes down, so Tenfold quickly heads up top and comes off with the Killswitch Tengage!!! Unfortunately for Tenfold though, CJ moves at the last second and Tenfold crashes and burns!

Rock Gibson Danny Tenfold missed! The is Chuck Johnson's chance!

Xplode: That redneck bastard is going to pull it off!

Tenfold fights to his feet quickly, trying to will himself through the pain! He runs at CJ and goes for a clothesline, but CJ ducks under it! Tenfold rebounds off the ropes...and CJ HITS THE HANGOVER!!! Tenfold rolls towards the apron as CJ jumps into the cover!

1...
2...
Foot on the ropes!

CJ quickly protests to the referee, but Tenfold just barely saved his title! Determined not to let his focus be diverted, CJ waits for Tenfold to get up, obviously wanting to execute the Hangover once again! He goes for the kick, but Tenfold quickly grabs the leg and jumps around to the side, rolling CJ up in a schoolboy cradle!

1...
2...
Kickout!

CJ gets up in frustration, so Tenfold makes him pay with a kick to the ribs! With CJ doubled over, Tenfold quickly runs behind CJ and climbs onto his shoulders! He looks to spin into a huracanrana, but CJ drops him to his feet and hooks a standing sleeper hold! He wrenches in tight on the move, trying to cut off the oxygen to the brain! Tenfold flails all over, but doesn't have the strength to break CJ's grip! However, Tenfold is able to maneuver his way over to the turnbuckle and WALKS UP THE ROPES to help flip backward! With CJ still holding the sleeper, Tenfold completes the backflip and pins the shoulders to the mat!

1...
2...
3!!!

Rock Gibson: IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! TENFOLD DID IT!

Xplode: Damn heartbreak for the redneck there. But the kid caught him sleeping. Pun intended for all of you morons out there!

Skye: Your winner.. and STILL EUW Pure Champion.. Danny Tenfold!

CJ drops to his knees in despair and holds up two fingers, only for his worst fears to be realized when the referee raises Danny Tenfold's hand in victory! CJ pounds the mat in sorrow as the referee quickly grabs the title belt to put around Tenfold's waist...only for Chuck Johnson to suddenly get up and yank the belt from him!!!

The crowd goes silent as Tenfold looks at CJ, who simply gazes down at the title. After a moment of tension, he finally sighs and holds the title out to Tenfold! Danny Tenfold takes his championship now and holds out his hand to Chuck Johnson, who begrudgingly gives him a handshake of respect! The crowd ERUPTS in approval as CJ exits the ring, allowing Danny Tenfold the chance to celebrate his win.

[primetime]

Gibson: What a main event, I am speechless.

Xplode: Liar. I could not be so lucky if I paid for it.

Gibson: Two weeks ago, a new World Champion was crowned in the EUW. The Empire dealt a blow to the EUW as Scorpion walked away with the biggest prize in our sport. He did so by defeating not only 2 other challengers but a team mate as well. Tonight, he will be coming out to address the fans in the customary victory speech. Might I add.. A very.. Unwanted.. Speech.

Xplode: I don’t know, man. I am proud of Scorpion. The man let nothing stand in his way regardless of friends, foes, and just all around bullshit. That’s how I lived during my career. There are no room for friends at the top of the mountain. You wouldn’t know that though since you have never stepped in the ring, now have you?

Gibson: Point made. Let’s look to the ring where Skye prepares to announce the entrance of the new EUW Champion of the World..

The feed switches to the ring now as we see Skye standing amidst a sea of screaming fans. She smiles as she begins to speak..

Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome.. The NEW EUW CHAMPION… The SCORPION!

The fans begin to boo loudly as the lights twist to the entrance area. Stepping into view, Scorpion flicks his head to the side to get his long black hair out of his face. The World Title is seen slung over his shoulder as he walks out unto the edge of the stage area, camera’s flashing at the same time around him. Slowly, he walks down the ramp way and towards the ring as the crowd lets him have it. Stopping at ringside, Scorpion glares over his shoulder. The lights twinkle off of the metal plate of the world title as he rolls into the ring and comes back up on his feet. He then raises the title with one hand, his face emotionless.

A large display of fireworks slowly lowers from the arena rafters as he remains in place. The area around the ring is Smokey from the explosions as he is handed a microphone.

Gibson: There he is, the champion of the world. This should be interesting. I must say, I can’t wait for Chris Sabora to return already..

Xplode: So he can limp to the ring and get his ass handed to him again? Yeah right. The man in that ring is the World Champion, get used to it…

The theme song and the fans slowly down as Scorpion adjusts the title upon his shoulder. He then turns to the fans as the camera zooms in on his face.

Scorpion: Alas, the devil stood.. and wondered where peace is. For in the time of darkness, on the evening before the apocalypse stood the fourth horsemen.. and his name was Death. Prior to my last battle at Back 2 Roots, I felt my strength ebb from my soul as faith had forsaken me. Alas, the Holy One had a plan for me.. And that plan was to become the next EUW Champion of the World. I fear though that my intentions have not been made clear.

Scorpion walks around the ring a bit as the fans boo him once more.

Scorpion: My “involvement” with the Empire was an agreement of mutual needs. That agreement has now come to an end. You see, I seek only to follow the path of the righteous, wherever that may lead me. I once thought that this road ended at the doorstep of Mark Rivera, alas I was wrong. My eyes now see the truth once again and my spirit has been cleansed. As a matter of fact, the cleansing of the EUW has already begun… and I fully intend on seeing it through.. Alone.

Gibson: What? Scorpion just left the Empire as well??! What the hell is going on here?

Scorpion: The Heretics already group up and conspire against me, wanting only to see my destruction.. but I carry a faith much too strong. With this Championship Belt, a new motive will take over the company. Long gone are the days of blasphemy and everlasting darkness. Follow me, and as your guide I shall light a path to the redemption of your souls! Darkness… no more.

The fans cheer now as Kirk Kennedy steps out unto the stage area!

Gibson: Here comes the boss! I was hoping for this.

Kirk paces the stage area a bit now as Scorpion slowly lowers his microphone, his eyes focused upon the EUW owner.

Kirk: Do you honestly think that just because you dropped the Empire that our little issues are solved?

The crowd starts cheering instantly at Kirk’s response!

Kirk: The only thing keeping your ass employed is the fact that you are the world champion. I aim to change that though. I found you a contender for Retribution that would like a bit of payback so to speak. I will let him introduce himself. It’s much more fun that way..

The crowd cheers loudly as the camera feed shoots to the entrance behind Kirk Kennedy. Stepping out unto the stage area, Brett Cross is seen with a very serious look upon his face. As the crowd continues to cheer loudly, Cross raises a microphone to his face as Scorpion is seen with a look of pure shock! The cheers die down…

Then Jack Bull steps out of the entrance!

Gibson: What the hell is this??!!

Xplode: HAHAHAH!

The crowd is now screaming at a fever pitch as Cross watches Jack Bull glare at him from just across the way! Raising a microphone, Jack glares at Scorpion and then to Brett Cross.

Bull: Did someone say they needed a contender?!

The crowd begins to cheer loudly.

Bull: Sorry Cross but you had your chance at that title. I suggest you take your Halloween costume and go trick or treating. These fans want to see an actual fight with that fake World Champion up there.. And I aim to give it to them! No one has been putting work in this company like I have over the last few months. I think it’s my turn to take a shot at the gold and THAT’S A FACT!

The crowd cheers as we see Scorpion taking a place inside the corner of the ring.

Kirk: You will wait your turn. That is not how we do business.

Bull: I HAVE WAITED MY TURN! This is how I do business there, boss-man! It will be me and Scorpion for that World Title.. Or else. Don’t worry though Brett.. I got a friend to play with you too. He saw this little segment when I did and just couldn’t wait to have a shot at you..

Gibson: Who could it be?

The fans cheer once again as the video screen above the ring blazes to life! Standing dead center is Chuck Johnson! Beer in hand, he looks at the viewer!

CJ: Hey there, Viking guy! I couldn’t help but hear that you were looking to make some history in that ring. I figure, why not make some with me? I mean, I don’t really buy into all of that Thor shit that you like to spew out but after a few drinks.. I don’t think I will notice at all! My focus is to make a damn name for myself around here and what better way to do that than to put down one of the biggest names in the history of the EUW… Brett Cross. See you in the ring there, Thor!

Xplode: Did that idiot just challenge Cross?!

Gibson: I think so..

The crowd is cheering very loudly now as Kirk begins to speak again..

Kirk: Brett.. It is up to you.

Cross: Aye. The words that have been spoken here carry truth to them! I accept the challenge of war laid before me with Chuck Johnson. Know this though. After I have vanquished him, I will be back for that championship belt, regardless if it be Scorpion.. Or Jack Bull.

Kirk: Fine. At Retribution we will have.. Brett Cross versus Chuck Johnson. Also on the card will be Jack Bull versus-

Jack suddenly interrupts as the fans go crazy!

Bull: It will be me versus the biggest piece of shit I have ever seen! Get ready Scorpion, I am bringing the whuppin’ like never before and taking that World Championship! COUNT ON IT!

As the crowd cheers, the camera focuses on each man.

Gibson: There you have it. 2 Matches planned out for Retribution! This will be huge!

Xplode: Another show in the books.

Gibson: See you all in two weeks.. I am Rock Gibson and this is Xplode! We are outta’ here!

The feed slowly fades as we see Scorpion glaring out at the stage, the fans cheering behind him..

[primetime]

The feed abruptly fades back in as we see Mister Luck and Dave Markinson heading toward their vehicles. A thick layer of fog has now taken over the outside parking lot area as Luck pulls his jacket tighter around his well built frame. Removing a set of keys from his pocket, Dave turns to Luck as the both of them reach their vehicles.

Dave: Can you believe this fucking weather?

Luck: It’s the way it is here in San Francisco. Bad weather, worthless people, and terrible neighborhoods. I will be glad when we leave this purgatory.

Glancing over his shoulder, Dave stares at the fog one more time. There is something different about it, perhaps.. Unnatural. As the vehicles around them now begin to blur out to the weather, Dave shakes his head and turns to Luck once more.

Dave: Alright then. Meet you back at the hotel. It’s time to start getting ready for Damaged.. Wait.. Did you see that?

Luck: See what?

Dave leans forward now, his mind seemingly playing tricks on him.

Dave: I could have sworn that I saw someone over there in the corner..

Luck: Man, it’s the stress. Let’s get out of this dump before we can’t even see the road ahead of us.

Dave: Yeah..

Both men enter their vehicles and pull out of the parking spots. As the rear headlights of their cars illuminate the completely fogged out parking lot now, we watch the both of them pull away and disappear in the distance. There is silence now, save for the sound of the wind. A shape begins to become visible now in the fog behind the camera…

The sounds of heavy boots are now heard, walking slowly to the viewer..

Finally, a man steps through the fog wearing a long black leather trench coat. His long black hair falls down upon his shoulders, hiding any view of his face. Silently, the man begins to clench his fists through fingerless gloves. Not moving at all, the man remains in place. The show fades to black as we are left with the feint image of the San Francisco Skyline in the distance, and the ominous silhouette of..

Oblivion.