May 1st, SNV

[primetime]

The cameras show a packed out Dodger Stadium, the fans all ready and waiting for tonight’s Sunday Night Vengeance. The camera pans across the arena and we see the usual mix of fans, many with signs, from the obvious like “Rivera Sucks” and “We Want Oblivion”, to the downright bizarre, such as “Warrior tackled my girlfriend and all I got was this lousy sign” and the return of the “Don’t Fire Hi Octane” signs.

The cheers quickly turn to jeers as “World on Fire” by Firewind begins to play over the PA system and the fans know exactly what to expect. They’re not disappointed either, as Warrior steps out onto the stage, taking a moment to bask in their abuse, a wide smile on his face. Hi Octane, Chance Fusion and Superbitch then walk out onto the stage behind Warrior. The four gaze around at the packed out stadium before walking down to the ring together. Chance sits on the second rope, holding it down for Superbitch, but she shakes her head. Hi Octane shrugs and climbs through the rope instead, shaking hands with Chance who looks very confused as he gets up. Superbitch slides in under the bottom rope as Warrior wanders around to the side, grabbing a microphone and then climbing into the ring himself. The music fades out, but the jeers continue a little longer before finally subsiding.

Warrior: What a warm welcome to crappy Los Angeles! Still, I should expect as much from idiots like you! People that can’t show proper respect to a real superstar like myself!

The crowd starts jeering again.

Warrior: You’ll scream like little girls to see Jack Bull, Chuck Johnson, or “Mr. Cute”, Jason Ambrose, yet you boo me? I am the greatest tactical mind that the EUW has ever known! That isn’t enough for you, because I’m not some pretty-faced piece of shit?

The booing grows louder now, drowning out Warrior as he tries to get them to shut up.

WARRIOR SUCKS! WARRIOR SUCKS! WARRIOR SUCKS!

Warrior tries to speak, but is shouted down by the fans. Frustrated, Superbitch grabs the microphone, yelling into it.

Superbitch: Shut the hell up!

The crowd takes the hint and quietens down as Chance smiles proudly in the background. Warrior nods approvingly, clearly impressed that Superbitch got the crowd to quieten down.

Warrior: As you can see, I have surrounded myself with good company. With the support of these three behind me, I am damn-near unstoppable. This will all begin tonight as I will be joining Hi Octane to take care of the EUW’s longest running joke, Dante Holly, and the pretty boy, Jason Ambrose. Has to be said that since I took care of him at Back 2 Roots, he hasn’t been nearly as “amazing”, has he? And what about his girlfriend? She looked pretty amazing, what she’s doing with a guy like Ambrose, I don’t know!

The fans boo, but Superbitch cracks her knuckles and they soon quieten down.

Warrior: Thanks, Superbitch. Now, a lot of people ask what I’ve got against Jace Ambrose, after all, I barely know the guy. I mean, when he showed up here all fresh-faced and flawless bodied a few months back, he blindsided me like the coward he is. I got even though, when Rivera asked me to dispose of him at Back 2 Roots, and I did just that.

Warrior smirks, thinking back on his handiwork and the injuries he inflicted.

Warrior: No, there really is no real history between Ambrose and I. The truth is… I just don’t like him. I don’t like his pretty face, I don’t like the way he dances around begging you all to like him, I don’t like the way he’s done nothing worthwhile here and still thinks he’s in my league, but, most of all, I don’t like the way that he struts around here, pretending to be a wrestler when he’s just an embarrassment! He should go back to whatever hole he crawled out of and stay there, instead of getting in my way!

At this, Chance starts to laugh as the crowd jeers again.

Warrior: I am going to make a public example of Jason Ambrose tonight in our tag match. Accompanied by my good friend, Hi Octane, we will dismantle “The Amazing One” and show him as the joke that he really is!

Jace: The only joke around here is you and your little group of friends!

The cameras swing around to show Jace on the Jumbotron over the entranceway.

Jace: Seriously, what is this? A Three Stooges reunion? Warrior as Moe? Chance and Superbitch as Curly and Larry? Octane gets to be Shemp, the forgotten stooge?

The camera moves back to the ring, Warrior looks furious whilst Octane shrugs and looks bewildered, asking Chance who “Shemp” is.

Jace: Warrior, you’re right that there is no real history between us, but I’m getting pretty damn sick of seeing your face around here, and I’m sure everyone else is too!

The fans cheer, their dislike of Warrior is pretty blatant.

Jace: What you did last time was unforgivable, you attacked an innocent woman that was nothing to do with our match at all. You’re a coward and a bully through and through, but, fortunately, I’m not afraid of you. Ideally, I’d be facing you one-on-one tonight and instead of running off like a little girl, you would stick around and we would settle our problems like men, but that’s not the case. You’ve gone and rounded up the rest of the deadweight-

Chance pushes Warrior aside, clearly irate as he grabs the microphone.

Chance: Excuse me? Deadweight? Don’t you recognise me? I’m Chance Fusion, bitch!

Jace: Sorry, never heard of you.

Warrior growls and takes the microphone back from Chance, shooting him a glare before turning back to the Jumbotron.

Warrior: Ambrose, you’re really starting to annoy me. Up until now, this wasn’t anything personal, but you’d better watch your back, because things are going to get very ugly for you, pretty boy!

Jace: Warrior, you can run your mouth off all you want when you’re hiding behind your little buddies, but the Jace isn’t scared of idle threats. Besides which, it’s not just The Amazing One that you’re facing later on, it’s also…

Dante: Dante Holly, Defender of the Nubile!

Jace shakes his head as Dante jumps into the shot.

Dante: Your wicked ways will be put to an end, nefarious evildoer!

Jace: Exactly. I bring the Amazing, Dante here brings the Super and together, we’re going to demolish you, Octane and the rest of your little cheer squad if they try to get involved. I just hope you’ll stick around for the full match this time.

Warrior turns to the rest of his crew and smiles, turning back towards Jace.

Warrior: I wouldn’t miss this for the world... It’s not every day that I get to end a career!

Warrior continues playing to the crowd as the feed to the Jumbotron cuts out and the scene fades to black...

[primetime]

The camera cuts to Christian Kane swaggering down the hallway, his hair slicked back and a large grin on his face as he walks down the coridoor. He twists around, flicking the thumbs up to a female employee to his right before turning back around, suddenly stopping. His grin fades somewhat as Tyreke Bell slowly walks from behind the cameraman, his hands on his hips.

Bell: What are you so happy about?

Kane: When you’re the Canadian Sensation..You’re happy about everything. The women don’t stop calling, the wins come in easy..I mean, look at last week--

Bell: Yeah, look at last week. You think that was the final straw, boy? You think that was the end? That was a Triple Threat, and I still had Ashen to worry about. Even though you won that match, I feel—No, I KNOW that I can beat you, Mr. Canadian Sensation or whatever-the-hell-you-think-you-are.

Kane looks around the coridoor, almost mocking Bell before looking directly at him, his grin widening.

Kane: Are you serious, Churchy-boy? You think you can beat me, the Canadian Sensation? I’m so popular, I have Jesus asking for my autograph. What about you? Some kind of boring boxer with a personality as flat as a pancake? You think you deserve the opportunity to face me again?

Bell walks up to Kane, both men now getting nose to nose. Kane simply keeps grinning, while Bell forces his forehead against Kanes, looking like he’s attempting to push over Kane.

Bell: Think it? No. I deserve it. But it won’t be with some rich son of a bitch or whatever acting as a third man..No, I want it, one on one. Tonight, I’m going to PROVE that I can go toe-to-toe with you. I will prove that I can destroy you.

Kane: Well, how about you stop your talking and get stepping to the ring? While you’re walking down it, you can count yourself thankful that you’re not following in the godly footsteps of Christian Kane, alright? Besides, I doubt you’ll even win tonight, chump. You'll probably walk in there, wanting to impress your new idol who is Christian Kane, and you will be wheeled out on a stretcher.

Bell shakes his head, pulling away from Kane.

Bell: Just watch, pretty boy, I’m going to destroy three people tonight, and after they’re gone? I’m going to destroy YOU. The Canadian Sensation will be nothing more than a bloody pulp lying on the mat with his teeth in his hair and his spine in his ribcage.

Kane: Please, save the talk for someone who's impressed by it! You won’t win your match, and you sure as hell wouldn’t win a match against me. Now, if you excuse me, I have ladies hearts to break and legends to make, so get stepping, junior.

Kane smirks, turning around and walking down the corridor, leaving Bell standing there, watching him with his hands on his hips as the camera focuses on him. He looks down at his hands, tightening the tape on them and glaring down the corridor.

Bell: You better start watchin' your back, Kane, or someone will break it.

[primetime]

Fatal Four Way
Pinfall or Submission
Blade Alexander vs. Belleza vs. Tyreke Bell vs. Sachiele Willows

**

Rock Gibson: Well, that’s all yet to come, Xplode. Right now, we are going to be opening tonight’s edition of Sunday Night Vengeance with an exciting Fatal Four Way bout!

Xplode: Whoopie fucking doo….

The camera cuts to the titantron. 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: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a fatal four way bout and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing in at one hundred and sixty eight pounds and standing five foot eleven. He is Tyreke “Church” Bell!

Tyreke stays in one of the four corners, preparing himself for his incoming competitors. The lights go down as Belleza's music hits and a violet spotlight shines down him. He makes his way down to the ring in his lavish robe slowly, calmly, not even aknowledging the crowd's boos to him.

Skye: And the second competitor, weighing in at two hundred pounds and standing five foot ten. Hailing from Mexico City, he is Belleza!

Once at the ring, Belleza climbs up the steps and on the apron he sheds his robe which falls straight to the ground. He then gets on the ropes, looks around and spits out his poison mist and jumps in the ring while the lights go back to normal. Immediately afterwards, "I Want It All" by Queen starts to play through the arena as Blade Alexander steps from behind the curtain. He makes his way down the aisle, scoffing at fans, smirking all the while wearing a designer jacket.

Skye: And from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and fifty two pounds and standing six foot four. He is Blade Alexander!

Blade reaches ringside, pulling himself up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, turning to look at the crowd before sliding his coat off and passing it out of the ring. Bell and Belleza keep their distance, not wanting to start anything until the match officially begins.

The lights go black as the sound of wind blowing on a lonely January night echoes throughout the arena, a chill seemingly coming with it that has some members of the audience shivering. A soft bluish-white glow suffuses the air, snowflakes beginning to fall as the beginning chords of 'Cold (But I'm Still Here)' slowly intermingle with the wind, the opening soon rising in volume to match it. The song launching into its chorus shatter the stillness as fans blow the snowflakes that have accumulated upon the stage and rampway into a veritable blizzard as the song truly picks up. This is what Sachiele strides out into, her presence made even more commanding by the large, feathered wings that loom behind her.

Skye: And making her way to the ring, the final competitor of this match up, weighing in at one hundred and sixty eight pounds and standing five foot eight, hailing from Boulder, Colorado….she is the “Angel of Winter”….she is Sachiele Willows!

Raising her left fist skyward, Willows lets rip with a battle cry that cues the wind around her into blowing harder, the end result blowing those wings away feather by feather until they have seemingly vanished. Rolling her shoulders, the Angel of Winter makes her way down the ramp, ignoring the fans in favor of keeping her eyes locked on the ring. She breaks into a run to slide beneath the ring rope, quickly getting to her feet and, whilst ignoring the other competitors, mounting one of the turnbuckles. Raising her left fist into the air again, Sachiele allows the crowd the chance to cheer her for a moment before hopping down, doing some light stretching while waiting for the match to start.

Rock Gibson: So we’ve got four competitors here, two are making their debut while the other two are newly initiated wrestlers. Time for some statistics. Church and Willows both have identical weights, 168 pounds, while Belleza, the cruiserweight here, seems to have 32 pounds on them as he stands at simply 200 pounds. Alexander, relatively, seems to be the biggest man here as he stands at 6 foot 4 and weighs a formidable two hundred and fifty two pounds. He’s got nearly a hundred pounds on both Church and Willows along with fifty two on Belleza.

Xplode: So you’re going with the big one?

Rock Gibson: Well, not precisely. He seems like a safe choice from a preliminary point of view, but then again this is a fatal four way match. Anything can happen. What about you? Who’s your pick?

Xplode: I ain’t saying. I’ll say it’s not the Mexican or the one from Baltimore but that’s about it.

Rock Gibson: Fair enough, Xplode. And before beginning this match, we’d like to remind our audiences at home that EUW Sunday Night Vengeance is brought to you by Castrol GTX, the motor oil as advanced as your engine!

The ring bell rings as every competitor is in his or her corner. Willows shows no expression as she surveys her opponents, scaling and sizing them up. Church seems to be eyeing Willows, who has him in the corner of eye. Suddenly, Belleza makes the first move by charging towards Alexander at the corner. Church makes the first move and goes for Willows’ neck, nailing a European uppercut. Driving hard into her corner post, Willows is able to quickly recuperate by using her smaller size to duck an incoming boxing-style punch. She rolls behind Church, quickly gets up, and then nails him with a Killing Frost just as he turns around, driving him into that very same corner.

Elsewhere in the ring, it seems Belleza’s offensive first move backfired as Alexander has him in a Half-Nelson before converting it into a Half-Nelson Suplex. Belleza hits the mat hard but quickly recuperates by rolling out to the apron. He stands up firmly as Alexander goes to knock him off with a clothesline but Belleza counters by jumping off the apron thus causing Blade to hit nothing, spinning around as a result of the momentum he put into the move and finding himself intercepting a “Cold, Hard Truth” (running Yakuza Kick) from Sachiele Willows. Alexander is driven backwards into the ropes and, due to the brunt of move, over them and onto the mat outside. Blade shakes off the effects, holding his jaw in pain, and makes his way back to his feet…only to find Belleza on the apron. Before he can react, Belleza leaps off and nails Blade with a diving dropkick, sending the two hundred fifty two pound competitor straight into the guard rail.

Inside the ring, Church pulls off a Running Powerslam on Sachiele before going for the pinfall. She kicks out exactly at two. Church grabs her from the hair and yanks her up quite violently before irish whipping her to the corner. Sachiele crashes with a revebrating thud as she slumps down the corner. On the outside, Blade seems to have recaptured the offensive as he has Belleza in a horizontal position. Blade then falls backwards and slingshots Belleza into the steel post, pulling off a Fallaway Slam. The camera cuts back to the ring where Sachiele is being aggressively stomped at by Church.

The Baltimore native stops his stomping assault and backs off, only to find himself the victim of a Hansen Lariat from behind by Blade Alexander. Blade picks up Church, kicks him in the gut and pulls off his finisher, The Final Cut! Alexander quickly goes for the pinfall.

One…..
Two.
Immediate kickout by Church.

Rock Gibson: And a close one by Blade Alexander there, taking advantage of the chaos of a Fatal Four Way match by attempting to finish the match with an early finisher.

Xplode: They’re going to have to take him out

Rock Gibson: Hmm?

Xplode: They’re going to have to take Alexander out. It’s way too risky to compete in a fatal four way when you have someone who has both the height and weight advantage walking around. Next time he pulls off a finisher like that out of nowhere, he might very well win this.

Alexander, a bit disappointed, gets back up and heads to the slumped Sachiele. He picks her up and kicks her in the gut before positioning her for the Final Cut. Sachiele suddenly counters by slipping out of the hold and going behind the 6’4 Alexander. Sachiele’s position causes her to notice Belleza positioned on the top rope on the opposite corner. Belleza then leaps off with a Flying Heel Kick as Blade turns out. Sachiele leaps out of the way and Belleza ends up knocking down Alexander with his high-flying maneuver. However, as soon as Belleza makes his way back to his feet, Sachiele nails him with the Frostbite! Sachiele goes for the pinfall on the stunned and downed Belleza.

One….

Two…
Church breaks up the pinfall.

Having almost recuperated from Blade’s surprise attack and subsequent devastating finishing maneuver, Church still finds himself at pains to get back up. Sachiele gets back up first and stomps on the rising Church. She picks him up and goes to nail him with the Frostbite too but Church counters the maneuver by ducking the kick midway through its implementation. Church, now behind Sachiele, then proceeds to lock in the Million Dollar Dream. Sachiele finds herself ensnared in the submission maneuver as Church pulls her and himself away from Blade and Belleza and to the opposite side of the ring.

The referee seems to be preoccupied with Sachiele as Church has her locked in a Million Dollar Dream submission maneuver. With his back turned to both Blade and Belleza, both men begin making their way back up on their feet. Blade makes it back up first. He goes to pick up Belleza but gets a low blow for his trouble. Belleza follows up by spitting out a slew of Poison Mist, blinding Blade in the eyes.

Xplode: There we go, that’s the smart maneuver. Blind the one with the size advantage

Blade holds his eyes in itching pain as he stumbles backwards to the corner. Church, who has been keeping an eye on Blade and Belleza, decides to intervene before one of them fully recuperates. He converts the Million Dollar Dream submission maneuver on Sachiele into a backdrop. Belleza stands up and finds himself the victim of a running powerslam by the now increasingly mobile Church, who then sets his sights on the temporarily blinded Blade Alexander in the corner. Church charges and nails a European Uppercut to Blade in the corner before following it up with several stomps, leaving Blade slumped in the corner.

Rock Gibson: And Tyreke Bell forming a hegemony over the remaining competitors. He’s got Sachiele still reeling from the Million Dollar Dream hold, Belleza downed with a running powerslam, and has Blade hurt in the corner. If you were him right now, Xplode, what would your next strategy be?

Xplode: Hmm….get rid of Blade. Throw him out of the ring or something like that, and then focus on either one of the remaining two. They’re both lightweights so there’s no size obstacle for Church.

Back in the ring, Church sees both Sachiele and Belleza down on the mat with Blade in the corner. Noticing that Blade is significantly hurt, Church decides to go for a finish here. He picks up Belleza and nails him with the Rock the Bells finishing maneuvers before going for the pinfall.

One…..
Two…
T-kickout by Belleza just as the referee’s hand was high in the air for the third time.

Church quickly reacts by picking up Belleza and tying him to the ropes. Church makes his way to the opposite side and checks both Sachiele and Alexander, both seemingly immobile. Church re-sets his sights on the tied-up Belleza and charges towards him with the aim of pulling off the Bodymore Elbow. Belleza is able to pull himself back together and, noticing a feverishly devoted Church charging straight at him, is able to unhook his arms from the ropes at the last second before dropping down and pulling down the top rope causing Church to catapult himself over the ropes and out of the ring.

Belleza, having survived two finishing maneuvers throughout this match-up, takes a second or two to rejuvenate himself before making his way to the downed Sachiele. Just as Belleza grabs her from the hair and goes to pick her up, Willows counters by rolling Belleza into a small package.

Rock Gibson: And Willows utilizing the classic possum trick on Belleza. Could this be it?

The referee gets in position.

One…..

Two…

Thr- Belleza reverses it into a small package of his own! One…Two….Th- Sachiele kicks out!

Elsewhere in the ring, Blade rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the rising Tyreke Bell on the outside of the ring. Having regained his sight, Blade now decides to take out one of the competitors of the match before focusing on the other two. He kicks Tyreke, or Church, in the gut before grabbing him by the wrist and irish whipping him into the steel steps. In the ring, Sachiele and Belleza are up on their feet. Both lock-up.

Sachiele gets a Belleza in a headlock, which he reverses by moving back to the ropes and using them as a springboard to irish whip Sachiele. Outside the ring, Blade grabs Chruch in a military press position, Blade having the weight advantage here, before dropping the 168 pound Church neck first into the audience rail. In the ring, Sachiele rebounds off the ropes and runs straight into Belleza who goes for a clothesline. Sachiele ducks, jumps on the ropes and pulls off the Cold Shoulder on Belleza before going for the pinfall.

One….
Tw- Belleza reverses by rolling Sachiele up into a Crucifix pinfall.


The referee wastes no time in going for the count.
One…
Two-Immediate kickout by Sachiele.

Belleza lands an elbow to her hand before picking her up and then, with the absolute level of nastiness, punches her straight in the face. Belleza, aggravated by the match, begins ferociously targeting Sachiele’s face as he nails another straight punch. The referee quickly gets involved, straight punches not being legal. As the referee makes this clear, Blade continues his assault on Church outside the ring. He grabs him up and, having done away with the guard rail, decides to KO him with a brutal lariat. Blade goes to pull it off but Church ducks it, mustering up his remaining strength, is able to duck it mid-manuever. Church then low-blows Blade before pulling off a stiff punch to his left kidney area before driving him face-first into the steel post.

Back in the ring, Belleza ignores the referee and goes for another punch to Sachiele’s face. She ducks it this time and nails the increasingly psychotic Belleza in the gut with a straight punch of her own. She then turns him around and pulls off the Cold Snap, bridging it for the pinfall.

One….
Tw-Belleza kicks out.

Sachiele keeps her arms around his waist and pulls him up again. She goes for another Cold Snap but Belleza reverses by grabbing her neck and falling down, pulling off a stunner. The dazed Sachiele stumbles backwards as Belleza gets up, kicks her in the gut and then nails the Schizophrenic. He then decides to finish the match with his top-rope finishing maneuver, the Enchanting Star Press. Just as he straddles the top-rope, Belleza is thrown off by Church. Before Church can take advantage of his situation, Blade creeps back up and punches him hard in his right kidney area, giving Church a taste of his own medicine.

Church, who is standing on the apron, leans over in pain as Blade, on the outside mat, grabs Church in a powerbomb position, lifting him up on his shoulders. Blade then powerbombs Church onto the crowd barrier, causing him to yell in pain as his lower back lands really hard. Blade too falls on his knee, having been temporarily blinded throughout the match by poison mist and driven into the steel post. Belleza seems to have recuperated in the meantime as he makes his way on top of another corner and sets his sight on the downed Sachiele. He inhales deeply before pulling off the Enchanting Star Press…..only to have Sachiele move out of the way! All four competitors are hurt and recovering both on the inside and the outside of the ring.

As the crowd cheers loudly, we see Tyreke Bell slowly rise up to his knees one more time! He is shaking the cobwebs off, as his eyes look glossed over. Turning over also is Blade Alexander. He notices that Bell is vulnerable, and instantly kicks up to his feet to the surprise of the fans!

Gibson: Wow! Nice!

With Willows and Belleza still down, it is just Alexander who is stalking his victim. Bell slowly rises to his feet, holding his open hands out to brace himself. At just the right moment, Alexander lunges out hard with a clothesline, only to have Bell duck underneath! Before Alexander can rebound, Bell punches him hard into the jaw, and then follows it up with his finisher.. The “Rock the Bells!”. Alexander it out like a light as Bell tumbles on to him, hooking the leg for the pin! Willows glances up at the pin, and turns over quickly! She stumbles forward to brake the pin, only to have her leg grabbed by Belleza!

1..
2.….

Willows kicks him hard away, turning over to grab the leg of Bell but it is too late!

Three!!

Skye: Your winner.. Tyreke Bell!

The fans scream in approval as Bell rolls away, sliding out of the ring. Now on her feet, Willows scrambles to the ropes to snag Bell but he gets out of the ring just in time. She is seen grabbing the ropes now, furious, as Bell is smiling in a smug manner. He is breathing hard, exhausted. Highly frustrated now, Willows turns to face Alexander who is still down! Belleza rolls out of the ring, stopping to stare at Willows in a curious manner..

Gibson: What is she going to do here?

Xplode: This don’t look good..

Slowly walking over to Alexander, Willows grabs him by the hair and slowly brings him to his feet. She then scoops him up, planting him hard into the mat with a body slam. She then rushes to the turnbuckle, ascending it easily. Even though she looks exhausted, she finds enough energy to raise her hands as she prepares for her finisher.. Subzero!

Gibson: COME ON?! The match is over already!

Shooting into the air, Willows twists and land perfectly unto Alexander who is very hurt now. She then rises to her feet with a smile as the fans boo loudly. Snatching the microphone from Skye, she begins to speak through hard exhaustive panting..

Willows: What you saw tonight, was a man taking advantage of a situation. Bell did not beat me in this ring. He can feel the cold embrace that surrounds those who stand to close. This is far from over because as you can see, you are looking at the future of the EUW! Someone in that locker room has my attention, and he will feel my icy wrath soon enough. I am confident of my abilities, and I will prove to you all that tonight.. Was just a fluke.

The crowd boos once more as Willows smiles..

Gibson: What is she saying here? This was a fluke?

Willows: I can beat any man in that locker room… easily. I have beaten men who have claimed to be the best, and made them look ordinary. So, I am issuing an open invitation. In 2 weeks, I challenge any man in that locker room to stand in the ring with me. Who will be my first.. Victim.

Gibson: Wow.. that’s brave. Any man?

Xplode: You know, I am impressed. She has taken the role of the aggressor.. Nice. Now if she can just-

The lights dim down and an explosion rocks the stage area!!

Xplode: Uh oh.. It looks like the challenge has been answered…

The lights now dim red as “St. Anger” by Metallica begins to play! Bursting through the entrance area is TITAN!!!!

Gibson: THE MONSTER IS BACK!! TITAN!!

Xplode: Wasn’t he fired?! Wait.. This is professional wrestling..

Not stopping, TITAN sprints down the ramp way and slides into the ring! He stops to glare down at Alexander. Willows holds her ground as the large man aims his attention at her now, choosing to slowly approach her next. The two competitors stand face to chest… as TITAN glares down at her smaller frame. The fans are cheering loudly as he slowly raises a microphone and speaks..

TITAN: I.. ACCEPT. It’s time to teach the little piggy.. A lesson.

Willows slowly backs away. She is obviously taken back a bit by the former World Champion’s surprise return. Stepping through the ropes, she hops down to ringside as the fans boo her loudly. TITAN remains in the ring, smiling now as he watches Willows head up the ramp way. Raising the microphone to his lips, TITAN speaks one more time..

TITAN: Hey woman? Don’t worry about if I will be treating you like a woman or not. I have made grown men cry before too..

[primetime]

As the fans in the arena remain excited from the previous match, they are suddenly thrown off when the lights in the arena go out! The big screen flickers to life and the smirking face of Mark Rivera comes into view. The crowd immediately erupts into a LOUD chorus of boos at the sight of Rivera, who simply smirks even more. As the camera pans away from Rivera’s face, it shows him seated a desk in a slightly dimmed room. There is no clear clue as to his location, a fact which Rivera himself seems to relish in.

Still smirking, Rivera props his foot up on the desk now and begins to speak.

Mark Rivera: Wake up my little sheep, because the big bad Mark Rivera is here to remind you about reality! You see, all of you fools in that audience right now are there to see the brand known as the EUW. However, you want to deny the reality that EUW as you know it will soon cease to exist! For those who might not have seen the last show, Kirk Kennedy officially made the biggest mistake of his life when he agreed to a match at Retribution. Kirk Kennedy vs. Mark Rivera, winner takes all! That’s right sheep, after Retribution your precious little EUW will cease to exist and the Asylum will take its rightful place as the premier brand in this business!

The crowd continues booing at an alarming volume, literally shaking the cameras in the arena! The camera pans over to the announce table now, where Xplode has stood up from his location and is simply flipping the bird towards the big screen! Rock Gibson is seemingly just looking over his notes, completely ignoring what Rivera has to say. Things continue this way as Rivera calmly reclines in his desk chair and speaks again.

Mark Rivera: Don’t think I haven’t heard the rumor mill for the past couple of weeks. “Mark Rivera isn’t a wrestler!” “What an idiot, he can’t fight! Kennedy will destroy him!” Well…you’re right. I’m not a fighter…I’m a thinker. I think things through and always have a contingency plan. Kirk, you might fancy yourself some type of people’s champion, but the good guys finish last in the real world. Let’s just say that there is always an ace up the sleeve of someone who has no qualms about cheating to win the game. What is it you ask? Well now, that would spoil the fun wouldn’t it?

Rivera chuckles once again as the crowd continues to keep up its consistently loud chorus of boos.

Mark Rivera: It is going to be a glorious day come Retribution, because this joke of a company called EUW will finally be destroyed and a REAL business entity gets to take its place! Enjoy your time running the show Kirk, because I’m about to run your ass out of this business and most importantly out of my damn life! See you at Retribution Kirk…oh and tell that cripple of a son of yours that his former business partner says hello!

With that, Rivera slowly gets up from his desk and walks behind the camera to shut it off. However, the camera doesn’t shut off completely, instead going to some type of standby mode. Not noticing this turn of events, Rivera slowly walks over to the window of the room and gazes out of it, deep in thought. Suddenly, his thoughts are interrupted when his phone rings on the desk. Seemingly not wanting to leave his place at the window, he casually hits the speaker button and resumes his place as a voice is heard over the speaker.

Voice: Mark? Shawn Ashen here. We have to talk right now.

Rivera turns and shoots a confused look at the telephone before gathering his thoughts and speaking aloud.

Mark Rivera: You don’t sound in a very friendly mood Shawn. Might I suggest a glass of wine or something to calm your nerves?

Shawn Ashen: Cut the comedy Mark. This is business.

Rivera seemingly realizes the seriousness of Ashen’s tone now and sits down behind the desk, moving the phone closer to him so he can hear more clearly.

Mark Rivera: Fine, what is it?

Shawn Ashen: I’m out Mark.

Mark Rivera: What do you mean Shawn?

Shawn Ashen: I mean exactly what I said. I am out. I am withdrawing my financial support for the Empire brand.

Rivera’s eyes suddenly go wide with shock and he gets a very concerned look on his face. He breathes heavily for a couple of moments before finally finding the words.

Mark Rivera: Shawn, what the hell is this about!? We have a contract!

Shawn Ashen: We have a contract specifically drawn up by the lawyers of Ashen Enterprises which clearly states that my company has full standing to withdraw support when it sees fit. I have no interest in wasting money Mark. The Empire brand right now is a bad investment…and Ashen Enterprises has no tolerance for bad investments.

Mark Rivera: Shawn, listen to me. How am I supposed to pay the men without your backing!?

Shawn Ashen: That is not my problem Mark. I am a businessman first and a friend second. Now IF you manage to defeat Kirk Kennedy and take control, we can talk about reestablishing our contract. Until then, our financing contract is terminated…and so is this conversation. Goodbye Mark Rivera, this could be the last you hear from me!

With that, Ashen abruptly hangs up the phone without given Rivera the chance to respond. Rivera slowly places his face in his hands now and sulks momentarily, obviously in shock about what just happened. Suddenly, Rivera quickly smacks the phone completely off the desk! He gets up and stomps out of sight now, knocking the camera over as well! The camera becomes filled with static and eventually goes out, the last sound heard being that of the dial tone where Shawn Ashen has severed his connection with the Empire…

[primetime]

The scene opens up in the back of the arena, in a large, open area full of trolleys and crates and the like. From the left, we hear some voices down a dimly lit corridor.

: Is this it?

: No, honey, that’s a broom cupboard.

: What about this one?

: That’s the fire escape, honey, keep looking.

: What about-

The lights flicker on and we see Warrior stood at the end of the corridor near the light switch, he approaches and the camera swings around to reveal Chance Fusion, stood in a cupboard full of cleaning supplies as Superbitch stands behind him, holding a mop.

Warrior: What the hell are you two doing?

Chance: HELPING!

Warrior: Helping who? The cleaning staff? I told you that we had plans, we’re paying a visit to an old friend, after all.

Chance looks like he’s about to say something, but Superbitch holds the mop across his chest, stopping him.

Superbitch: Honey, now’s not the time…

Chance sighs and steps out of the cupboard, as Superbitch drops the mop to the ground.

Warrior: Come on, Hi Octane is waiting.

The three, led by Warrior head further along the corridor and to the right, the camera following them as they approach Hi Octane, leaning against the wall.

Warrior: Is this it?

Hi Octane: That’s his name on the door.

Warrior: Perfect. He isn’t expecting us, but I’m sure he’ll make time for me…

Warrior opens the door and steps in, followed by the rest of his posse. Hi Octane peers around the corridor, checking that no-one spotted them. Satisfied, he pulls the door closed behind him as the nameplate comes into shot…

Kirk Kennedy
EUW Chairman

[primetime]

Triple Threat Match
(Non Title Match)
Pinfall or Submission
Danny Tenfold vs. London Strife vs Christian Kane

**

Gibson: Welcome back to the show! If you thought that tonight’s opening bout was interesting, you’re going to love this match! In a non-title affair, the Pure Champion, Danny Tenfold, will be taking on impressive newcomer Christian Kane and-

Xplode: London Strife. Some rookie that hasn’t won a match yet and couldn’t even beat a woman last time out, so you know he’s going places in the EUW...

Gibson: Whilst that might be true, what better way to make amends than by beating the Pure Champion in a non-title match?

Xplode: Beating him in a title match?

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

Skye: The following is a triple threat match, currently in the ring, weighing one hundred and eighty pounds and from Manhattan, New York… LONDOOOOOOOOOOON STRIFE!

"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.

Skye: And on his way to the ring, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is The Canadian Sensation, CHRISTIAN KAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!

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, from Longview, Washington, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds, he is your EUW Pure Champion… DANNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY 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, the Pure Title wrapped around his waist. 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 and removes the belt, setting it down as the music fades.

Gibson: Well, all three men look ready in that ring. The fans are ready, I’m ready. Xplode, are you ready?

Xplode: No. I normally save my bathroom breaks for Immanuel Taylor’s matches, but he isn’t wrestling tonight. Guess I’ll go now!

Gibson: Oh… Professional. I’ll see you in a bit, X.

Xplode: What? I’m not going anywhere…

Gibson: Oh dear Gawd!

All three men back into their corners as the referee calls for the bell and the match begins.

DING! DING! DING!

The three men stare each other down, waiting for one another to make the first move, as Christian Kane points at Danny Tenfold and makes a “belt” motion around his waist. Tenfold shakes his head and laughs, clearly not buying into Kane’s threat as a title contender. Kane rises to this, annoyed by Tenfold’s dismissal, running at him with a leg lariat. Tenfold rolls away and Kane misses, colliding with the turnbuckle instead. As soon as Tenfold is back up to his feet, he is met by a roundhouse kick to the back of the head from London Strife. Tenfold drops to the mat and Strife goes to cover, but Tenfold gets a shoulder up before the referee can start the count.

Xplode: He can’t be serious! One kick and he’s trying for a pin? No wonder he hasn’t won a match yet!

Tenfold gets up, holding his head as Strife backs up, taking a defensive stance, whilst Kane gets to his feet in the corner of the ring behind Tenfold. Kane steps out of the corner, looking for a SuperSexyKick (Super Kick), as Strife simultaneously moves in with a sweeping low kick. Danny sees the low kick and crouches, springing forwards over Strife to avoid it and simultaneously avoiding Kane’s sneak attack. Danny rolls through and back to his feet, showing great agility, immediately hitting a dropkick to the back of Strife, following up with a swift neckbreaker. Kane approaches and goes for a kick to the ribs as soon as Tenfold is up to his feet, but Tenfold catches it and steps over, hitting a spinning wheel kick to floor Kane. Tenfold then drops a leg on Kane, before pulling him up and whipping him to the corner, following up with a monkey flip, hurling Kane across the ring, almost ending up in the opposite corner.

Strife is back up to his feet and tries to catch Tenfold with another roundhouse, but Tenfold ducks under it, responding with a dropkick to the chest, knocking Strife back. Tenfold follows up by grabbing Strife, forcing him into a headlock, applying some pressure as Strife tries to fight out of it with some sharp jabs to the ribs of Tenfold. Tenfold loosens his grip, opting instead for a jumping bulldog on Strife, taking him down to the mat. Danny gets straight back as Strife rolls around, holding his face. Tenfold pulls him up and whips him to the ropes, catching him and spinning him around for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Tenfold covers.

One…

Kickout!

Strife gets a shoulder up quickly to break the pin. Tenfold gets up to his feet, backing up against the ropes, before turning to the corner where Kane had landed, noticing that he isn’t on the mat, but not twigging fast enough to avoid the missile dropkick from the top rope. Tenfold is knocked backwards, over the ropes, falling to the outside. Spotting his moment, Kane pulls Strife up, before rebounding off of the ropes with the STKO (Busaiku Knee Kick). Kane goes for a pin now.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Strife gets a shoulder up at the two-count. Kane checks the outside, seeing that Tenfold is still lying on the floor, starting to stir, so he turns back to Strife, pulling him up and hitting a snap suplex. Strife hits the mat hard and Kane immediately grabs the legs, locking Strife into the Canadian Mapleleaf (Haas of Pain).

Gibson: Kane’s got the Canadian Mapleleaf locked in now, but will it be enough to make London Strife tap out?

Xplode: Wouldn’t surprise me, this kid’s clearly out of his league. He should just tap out, go home and stop stinking up the place.

Kane has the submission locked in, but Strife keeps writhing, trying to escape, somehow drawing enough energy to power out of the hold, leaving himself exhausted on the mat though. Kane slaps the mat in frustration, pulling Strife up to his feet and going for a suplex. Strife hooks Kane’s leg, preventing the suplex and countering with a suplex of his own. Kane lands hard, but rolls back up quickly enough as Strife charges in with a roaring elbow. Kane manages to step aside at the last minute, grabbing Strife and whipping him to the ropes. Kane then looks for a dropkick on the return, but Strife ducks it and rebounds from the far ropes, trying for the roaring elbow once again. Kane drops to the mat and rolls away from Strife, shaking his head as Strife holds his elbow up, patting it. Kane rushes Strife with a leg lariat, but fails to connect as Strife backs up, looking for the roaring elbow once more as Kane stands up. Kane leaps back to avoid it, grabbing Strife’s elbow as the attack misses, forcibly tying one arm into the ring ropes with a sadistic smile. Kane then steps back and pats his own elbow.

Gibson: It looks as if Christian Kane is calling for a roaring elbow of his own!

Xplode: What better way to disrespect an opponent than to use one of their own favourite moves against them?

Kane spins around for a roaring elbow, but misses Strife by less than an inch, Kane’s elbow flying past Strife’s nose. Kane smirks and spins back the other way, catching Strife in the cheek with a massive back hand slap.

Gibson: Well, Xplode, you talked about disrespecting an opponent and that’s exactly what Kane is doing here!

Kane laughs, stepping back and taunting the crowd and Strife as the boos begin to echo around the arena. He then backs up the far ropes and raises a leg, patting his knee to mock Strife, signalling for the STKO (Busaiku Knee Kick) as Strife struggles, one arm still tied up in the ropes, leaving him defenceless. Leaning back on the ropes, Kane prepares to charge, but before he can, he finds himself face-first on the mat, with Tenfold stood outside the ring, holding Kane’s ankles, having pulled him down. Tenfold then drags Kane out of the ring and hits a forearm strike to the face, turning Kane around, so Tenfold grabs him from behind and hits a Dragon Suplex onto the floor.

Tenfold then climbs into the ring as Strife manages to escape the ring ropes. The two men stare each other down as the crowd begins cheering for their Pure Champion.

TENFOLD! TENFOLD! TENFOLD! TENFOLD! TENFOLD!

Tenfold responds to the cheers of the audience with a nod and rushes at Strife with a shoulder tackle, but Strife leapfrogs over the attack, landing on his feet. Tenfold puts the breaks on and both men are stood facing away from each other in the ring. Tenfold turns around, straight into a roundhouse kick from Strife, sending him to the mat. Strife stomps on Tenfold, before pulling him up and hitting a DDT on Tenfold, following through into the Kimura submission.

Xplode: Great. More submissions. That’s my cue to hit the bathroom.

Gibson: …What?

Xplode gets up from his desk and heads off to find a toilet whilst Strife continues to wrench Tenfold’s arm with the Kimura. Strife doesn’t have the hold locked in for long before Christian Kane climbs into the ring and breaks up the pin with a few well-placed stomps. He then hauls Strife up and hits a knee to the midsection, doubling him over and rushing to the ropes, looking for The Shocker (Scissors Kick) but Strife moves away and Kane crashes to the mat. He gets up quickly and turns to Strife, whipping him to the corner, but Strife reverses it with an Irish whip of his own, sending Kane to the corner instead. Kane slams chest-first into the top turnbuckle pad, turning around and staggering out of the corner, just in time to take a roaring elbow to the face from London Strife.

Gibson: Strife looked like he really meant that!

: I hear you, Rocky! Wouldn’t you mean it too, after being disrespected by Kane earlier?

Gibson: Who the hell are you?

: I’m Steve, I’m filling in for Mister Xplode whilst he’s in the bathroom.

Gibson: Oh, right. Is he going to be that long?

Steve: He said something about taking a dump as big as this match.

Strife follows up the elbow with a pin cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Danny Tenfold breaks up the pin attempt with an elbow to the back of Strife. Tenfold then pulls Strife up and hits a dragon suplex, bridging for the pin himself.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Strife manages to kick out. He rolls to his feet as Tenfold does the same and the two tie up in the centre of the ring. Tenfold, probably for the first time in his career, uses his weight to his advantage and drags Strife towards the corner, hitting a knee to the ribs and sitting himself on the top rope, before launching off with a perfect tornado DDT. Tenfold then turns his attention to Christian Kane who is beginning to stir. Danny waits a moment and then charges at the ropes, springboarding back to hit Kane with a dropkick, knocking him right back down. Tenfold hooks the leg and covers.

One…

Two…

Thr-Kickout!

Kane gets a shoulder up at the last moment to save himself.

Gibson: Christian Kane showing some real inner strength to kick out there! He looked like he was well and truly done out there!

Steve: Just how I like my steak!

Tenfold slaps the mat, thinking he had it won. He pulls Kane up and drags him towards the corner, hitting a DDT to plant him. Tenfold then hops up to the top rope in a single leap, signalling for the Killswitch Tengage!

Gibson: If this connects, it’s all over!

Tenfold soars through the air, connecting with the Killswitch Tengage (Shooting Star Legdrop) and promptly covering Kane for the pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

At the last moment, Strife breaks up the pin attempt.

Gibson: Looks like I forgot about London Strife! This match is still wide open!

Steve: Yeah, you did forget him! What kind of second-rate announcer are you?

Gibson: What?

Steve: I’ve had it with you! I work with professionals only! I’m out!

Steve slaps Gibson across the face and leaves commentary as Strife and Tenfold tie up in the ring. Strife hits a sharp kick, to Tenfold’s side, followed by another, before hitting a DDT and locking in the Kimura again.

Xplode: Is this shit still happening? Has anything even happened since I left?

Xplode returns from his bathroom break and takes his place next to the exasperated Gibson as Tenfold manages to break the hold. Tenfold gets up slowly, holding his arm, warily eyeing Strife who is also back to his feet opposite him, panting heavily and beginning to show signs of fatigue.

Tenfold and Strife tie up once more, Tenfold hitting a knee to the gut, following up with a double underhook suplex. Kane is slowly getting up, holding on to the ring ropes for support and Tenfold rushes across the ring, hitting a running dropkick, sending Kane over the top rope and to the mat. Danny then spots his chance and leaps to the top rope in a single bound, turning around and hitting the second Killswitch Tengage (Shooting Star Legdrop) of the match on Strife. Tenfold covers.

One...

Two...

Three!

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, the EUW Pure Champion... DANNY TENFOLD!

Danny hops up onto the nearby turnbuckle, celebrating his win as Strife lies motionless in the mat. Christian Kane is seen getting up on the outside, pounding his fist against the apron angrily, annoyed at the loss. Tenfold takes his title back from the ring assistant and puts it back on, pointing to Kane and making a "belt" motion of his own, reminding him of his early actions. Kane shakes his head and begins walking away from the ring, up the ramp.

Tyreke Bell suddenly hops over the crowd barrier at the side of the ramp, leaping straight into Kane's face, laughing at him, having enjoyed watching the loss up close and personal. Kane tries to shove him away, but Bell just fires off a vicious right hook. Kane drops to his knees and slumps to a heap on the mat as Church stands proudly over him, pointing and shouting abuse at Kane.

Church: Fuckin' white-ass bitch!

...THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!

Gibson: What a punch! Kane's out cold after a single blow to the head!

Church laughs and walks backstage as EMTs begin checking on Christian Kane, loading him onto a stretcher and carrying him into the back...

[primetime]

“Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne begins to blast out of the arena’s PA system as Kirk Kennedy strides out from the back, straight down the ramp. He smiles at the fans as he climbs into the ring, calling for a microphone. The music cuts and Kirk begins to address the crowd.

Kirk: It’s great to see so many of you here, are you enjoying the show so far?

The crowd makes its opinions heard, and, from the sounds of it, they’re loving it.

Kirk: Fantastic! That’s what I like to hear! Now, I’m sure you all saw it last week; I challenged that sleaze, Mark Rivera, to a match at Retribution. Not just any match, but the biggest match in the EUW’s history. Yes, for all the great legends and superstars that have graced this ring, the match that determines the fate of the EUW will be between myself and Mark Rivera, as we fight for the rights to this company.

The fans cheer wildly, and Kirk nods in appreciation of their support.

Kirk: It’s going to be a No Holds Barred Match, where the winner takes all. It’s going to be a huge match and I don’t mind admitting to you… I’m a little scared.

The crowd goes a little flat, some sections booing; they don’t want to hear anything like this.

Kirk: Yes, I’m a little scared. You see, Mark Rivera has done some terrible things in the past. I shouldn’t need to remind you, but he is the man that organised the brutal attack on my son Chad Kennedy, sending in the Scorpion to do his dirty work for him, in exchange for a title shot. Chad was hospitalised, simply because Rivera wanted to see his own diabolical plans come to fruition. He has taken this company and split it into two, taking those that believe him into his new Asylum and forcing this place into a war, of which Chad was only the first casualty. Other names, such as Chris Sabora, have been sidelined by the brutal attacks of those men within Rivera’s faction.

Kirk pauses, shaking his head as he continues to talk to the crowd.

Kirk: And, of course, these are only the things that we know for sure. There are plenty of rumours surrounding Mark Rivera, too. The tragic fall of former General Manager, Vincent Ellis, an incident that never seemed quite as accidental as it appeared has often been attributed to Rivera and Ellis himself sticks to this claim. How many more evil deeds has this man perpetrated that we don’t know about? How many more men have been crippled or worse, simply because Rivera wanted to see his wicked designs brought about on the EUW?

Kirk sighs, placing one head on his forehead.

Kirk: So yes, I’m a little afraid. I’m afraid of what will happen when I set foot in the ring with Mark Rivera on June 12th at Retribution...

The crowd are now starting to get restless. A larger amount are starting to boo than before, clearly unhappy at what Kirk is saying.

Kirk: I’m afraid that it’s a No Holds Barred match…

The crowd are now really annoyed, the boos growing louder. Is this really the man that will fight for the future of this company?

Kirk: I’m afraid… Of what I’m going to do to that piece of shit when I finally get my hands on him!

The crowd instantly changes their tune, cheers replacing jeers instantly, the entire arena now erupting into support for Kirk Kennedy.

Kirk: I’m afraid that I’m going to hurt Rivera. I’m afraid that I’m going to make him bleed. I’m afraid that I’m going to do to him what he tried to do my son… And I’m afraid that, since it’s No Holds Barred, no-one is going to stop me!

The crowd are clearly delighted to hear this, their cheers are almost deafening.

Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!

Kirk: You see, as much as I might want to beat Mark Rivera into a bloody pulp myself, I’m not the only one. I know of plenty of men on this roster that would love to have such a chance, and I can think of plenty of former EUW superstars that would share those exact sentiments. In truth, there is no shortage of men lining up for this opportunity, so when I go out there, I’m going to have to make sure I do a good enough job for all of them. The only person I want to be leaving the arena disappointed after Retribution, is Mark Rivera. And if I have things my way, he’ll be leaving on a stretcher anyway.

The crowd cheer once again, going ballistic.

Kirk: It’s common knowledge that Mark Rivera is a disease upon this place. He is the single greatest threat to the future of the EUW and the single most destructive force to ever set foot in this company. For all the talk of wrestlers and villains, Mark Rivera has always stood apart, a purely selfish man that is out to destroy the EUW, simply to sate his own ego. He has proven time and time again, that he will not go away. Every time it looks as if we might be free of Rivera’s curse, he rears his ugly head once again. So this time, I’m going to put him down for good. For my sake, for my son, for all the guys in the back and for all you fans!

More cheers from the crowd, any doubts of Kirk’s dedication to annihilating Mark Rivera have been forgotten now.

Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!

Kirk: Thank you, I knew I could count on your-

“FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAART!”

All of a sudden, Kirk is cut out by a loud farting noise over the PA. He taps his microphone, but gets no response as voices are heard over the system.

Chance: Hey Kirk! It’s me, Chance Fusion! I came to say hello, but you weren’t in your office. Sorry about the gas, but as you were stinking up the place, I thought I would too!

Kirk is now shaking his head in the ring in disbelief, pacing back and forth.

Warrior: Give me that! The feed isn’t even on… There!

Warrior’s smiling face now appears on the Jumbotron, accompanied by Superbitch, Chance Fusion and Hi Octane, they are all stood in Kirk’s office now, the whole thing trashed, chairs thrown all around and someone has written “EUW SUCKS” on the back wall in spray paint.

Warrior: Hello, Kirk. I can see you on this little monitor here, and you really don’t look too pleased to see me! I wonder why that is. Have I interrupted your boring little rant about Mark Rivera? Or are you just pissed because you forgot to lock the door? We’ve had a good look around in here, as you can tell, and we’ve found some interesting stuff!

Hi Octane: Like this!

Chance holds up a big folder behind Octane. The folder is bound together, but it looks formal and important.

Hi Octane: It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Kirk? Still, Warrior’s brought me up to speed on everything that I need to know and with what’s in this folder… Well, now I understand everything!

Warrior: So, we’ll have to have our little chat some other time, Kirk, but I’ll be taking this folder. I can think of someone that might be interested in its contents. Try not to let it ruin your evening!

Warrior laughs as Chance leans into the shot.

Chance: Yeah! Have a good night, Kirky Boy!

Warrior rolls his eyes as Superbitch pats Chance’s shoulder, telling him to stop. The feed cuts out as the Jumbotron goes black and Kirk is shown in the ring, looking ready to throttle someone. He shouts some stuff at the technicians at ringside, pacing furiously around the ring as the scene fades to black.

[primetime]

The crowd is seen cheering loudly as the feed switches to backstage. A blue wall is prominent with the words “E.U.W” centered in the middle. Holding a microphone, Jack Rodgers smile through coffee stained teeth. He brings a black microphone closer to his lips as he turns to the viewer..

Rodgers: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Damaged Goods!

The crowd can be heard cheering in the background as Randy White and Scott Lawson appear on each side of Rodgers. Lawson is a tank of a man, his chest muscles hopping with each flex from him. Wearing thick sunglasses, Lawson looks at Rodgers and then to the viewer. On the other side, Randy White is smiling big while patting Rodgers on the shoulder, causing Rodgers to jump in shock.

White: Relax, dude! I didn’t hurt you, did I?

Rodgers: No.. no you didn’t.

White: Good. I am so excited to be here tonight! The crowd out there is literally off the damn hook!

Rodgers: It is, tonight the both of you step in the ring with the tag team champions, The Las Vegas Commission. This should be a good test of the both of your skills for sure as you put your foot in the water so to speak..

Scott Lawson suddenly glares at Jack Rodgers, grabbing him by the hand with the microphone in it and brings it to his face!

Lawson: Foot in the water?! Let me tell you something. We are Damaged Goods! Randy and I have been at this game for quite some time. There won’t be any scrubs stepping in that ring who are looking to put their damn foot in the water. It’s sink or swim, baby! Tonight, you can call us.. Baywatch.

White: Scott is right, man. We have competed in every damn ring that you could think of to reach this point in our careers. From High School Gyms to backyard brawls, we have put in the work all in the hopes of one day stepping into an EUW ring and competing for the tag team championships! Tonight, we get that shot and there is not way.. That we will be wasting it!

The crowd cheers once again as Rodgers glances to each man along side him.

Rodgers: Well there is no doubt that you both have talent after your win at the last show. Good luck to you both.

Lawson: LUCK!?! The LVC can have the Luck crap. We deal in fate! Winning those titles will be a dirty job.. But someone has to do it!

White: You’re looking at the new champs, man!

Damaged Goods step out of the camera view as Jack Rodgers nods at the viewer. The feed slowly fades out.

[primetime]

Singles Match
Pinfall or Submission
Roy Viper vs. Bane

**

Rock Gibson: This next match is likely to be a good one fans, as we have to bright rising stars of EUW going at it with Roy Viper taking on the former police officer, Illidan Bane!

Xplode: Well by God Rocky, let me set my DVR for this epic encounter!

Rock Gibson: Your sarcasm is unwelcome and unneeded as always Xplode.

Xplode: Kind of like your presence at the announce booth, eh Rocky!?

Things begin as Sara walks down to the ring holding a small rubber mallet. As she enters the ring she waves her right hand to the curtain as “Divide” by Disturbed starts. Roy walks out onto the stage, nothing fancy. As he makes it to the ramp he raises his hands like guns pointing to the ring. Roy holds the pose for a few seconds until the first lyric is said, "go." At this point Roy "fires" his guns causing pyro to blast from the ring posts. Roy Heads down the ramp at a leisurely pace. After shaking a few fans hands, or ignoring the fans depending on current character, Roy runs to the ring and slides in before walking to the corner and mounts the ropes before laying down across the corner waiting for his target to enter.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Dublin, Ireland! He stands 6’1 and weighs in at 247 pounds…ROY VIPER!!!

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

Xplode: Explain to me what titles this man has? What major match has he won lately? Oh yeah that’s right: NONE!

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

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

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

Xplode: I still think he’s an ugly fuck to be honest.

The bell rings now as the two men stare at each other, before Roy Viper shows his new aggressive streak and charges across the ring for a big clothesline! Bane gets up quickly, so both men begin exchanging right hands, with Bane getting the better of the exchange, eventually knocking Viper off balance and taking advantage with a quick scoop slam. Bane is up to his feet quickly and stops the next flurry with a quick elbow to the midsection. Viper slumps over, so Bane quickly bounces off the ropes and drops Viper with a running knee to the head! Viper goes down again, so Bane drops some repeated elbow drops! Viper is finally able to roll away and get to his feet in a neutral corner, but Bane charges for a big corner clothesline! Viper stumbles out of the corner, so Bane plants him into the mat with a spinebuster and tries for a quick win!

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Kickout!

Rock Gibson: Impressive move there by Bane. He has sure come to fight tonight!

Xplode: He had better come to fight EVERY night Rocky! This is fucking EUW!!!

The two men once again come towards the center of the ring now and get into a collar-and-elbow tie up, but Viper manages to hit an arm drag out of it. Bane counters though by rolling forward and getting back to his feet, but as soon as he turns around he nearly gets decapitated by a one-legged dropkick! Bane goes down, so Viper quickly capitalizes with repeated elbow drops of his own, returning the favor from earlier! Bane soon has to roll away just as Viper did earlier, so Viper waits for him to get to his feet before taking him down with a big clothesline! Bane goes down again, so Viper quickly executes a standing Moonsault!

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Kickout!

Viper is undeterred and quickly grabs Bane by the hair, apparently trying to cinch him into a DDT of some kind. Bane is quick to counter though, hitting a back body drop to break out of the hold! Viper gets up quickly, but Bane grabs him and plants him with a textbook vertical suplex! Viper is hurting, so Bane grabs him and executes his trademark spike DDT, dropping Roy straight on his head!

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Kickout!

Rock Gibson: Good solid wrestling here ladies and gentlemen.

Xplode: Uh huh, sure. Hey Rocky where the hell is the take-out menu?

Rock Gibson: I threw it away. You need to focus on your job!

Xplode: You did WHAT!? YOU BASTARD!!!

Bane quickly grabs Viper and tries for the Law & Order, but now it is Viper that spins out of a signature move! He spins out and tries to come back around with another clothesline, but Bane ducks under it and hooks Viper for a German Suplex! Viper tries to twist out of the move, but Bane hangs onto the arm and pulls him back in! Viper is much faster however, as he quickly wraps his legs around Bane’s other arm and takes him over in a crucifix cradle!

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Kickout!

Bane gets to his feet quickly once again, so Viper tries to execute a spinning neckbreaker. But this time it is Bane that shows off his technical abilities by grabbing both of Viper’s legs and taking him to the mat in a double leg takedown! Viper’s head bounces off the mat, so Bane flips over into a jackknife hold!

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Kickout at the last second!

Both men again get back to their feet in a flash, but Bane gets the advantage by taking Viper completely off guard with a stiff right hand to the face! Viper is dazed from the blow, so Bane swings behind him and quickly grabs his head! With Viper cinched up, Bane lifts him up and plants him into the canvas headfirst with his trademark inverted Brainbuster!

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Kickout!

Bane seems perturbed that the move didn’t get him the win, but he gets over it quickly and tries to hit the move a second time! Fortunately for Viper, he manages to flip over Bane’s back and land behind him! Bane turns around quickly, but Viper is quicker and stuns Bane with a sharp Superkick to the face! Bane goes down quickly, but Viper doesn’t cover, instead waiting patiently for Bane to make it to his feet! With his adversary still stunned Viper charges into the nearby corner now and runs up the ropes! He executed a springboard Moonsault, but in mid move he grabs Bane by the neck and takes him down in a mold identical to that of a Shiranui, completing the trademark move that he calls the Snake Bite! The force of the move puts Bane down hard, so Viper tries to get that elusive win!

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Kickout at the last second!

Rock Gibson: What a move by Roy Viper! How did Bane kick out of that!?

Xplode: Yeah, I want a double cheeseburger, fries, and…

Rock Gibson: Xplode! I thought I took away that menu! How are you ordering food!?

Xplode: Benefits of an iPhone Rocky! Menu app motherfucker!

Both men begin throwing right hands once again, this time with Bane taking Viper off balance. He tries a kick to the midsection, but Viper again dodges it and somehow manages to grab Bane by the arm! With Bane still a bit off balance from the kick, Viper quickly locks the arm and cinches in before taking him down with a single arm DDT! Bane seemingly has the wind knocked out of him from the impact, so Viper quickly picks him up by the head and plants him into the mat with his own version of the spike DDT!

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Shoulder up!

Seemingly sensing a chance, Viper decides to try and end it now by picking Bane up and trying for the Venom Injection! Bane is still too fresh though and pushes Viper away, putting him hard on the mat. He seems slightly stunned, so Bane decides to try his big move and lifts Viper up into position for the Scales of Justice! Viper quickly elbows his way out of the move and slides off, bouncing off the ropes for a cross body block! Unfortunately for him though, Bane catches him in mid-move and drops straight down, executing a vicious backbreaker! Viper arches his back in pain, so Bane quickly executes a second backbreaker and tries the pin!

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Kickout!

Bane keeps up the attack by stomping away at Viper, eventually forcing him back into the corner. He charges now for another corner clothesline, but Viper manages to roll away at the last minute! Bane hits hard and bounces back, so Viper puts him down with a reverse DDT! Bane looks to be out, so Viper takes the chance and exits to the apron, waiting for Bane to get up! Bane finally makes it to his feet, so Viper nails him with his trademark springboard spinning neckbreaker!

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Kickout!

Rock Gibson: Roy Viper is really showing me a lot here tonight. He has really stepped it up in recent weeks!

Xplode: Yep. Sure has. Yes sir. Mmmmm hmmmm.

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

Xplode: Oh please Rocky it’s a fucking Bud Light. Get your panties out of your ass!

Viper looks slightly flustered at the count and briefly complains to the official, but it costs him as Bane rolls him up with a quick cradle!

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Kickout at the last possible second!

Bane is the one protesting now, loudly declaring to the referee that he got the win! Finally, he turns his attention back to Viper, but gets cut off with a sharp blow to the ribs. Bane doubles over, so Viper quickly cinches him up and spikes him into the mat once again with the spike DDT! Bane is hurting, so Viper continues the momentum by executing another beautiful standing Moonsault! With Bane down, Viper goes up top rope and comes flying off with a beautiful flying elbow! He looks to connect, but Bane manages to roll away at the last second! Viper lands hard on the mat, the wind knocked out of him! Sensing what might be his only chance; Bane quickly hoists him up and once again tries the Scales of Justice! Once again though, Viper manages to slide out of the move and shove Bane into the ropes. Bane turns with the momentum and bounces forward on the rebound…only for Viper to absolutely NAIL him with a rolling elbow smash dead to the mouth!

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Shoulder up at the last possible second!

With the momentum on his side, Roy Viper seemingly decides that the time is now to end things. He quickly picks Bane up off the mat and places him in position for the Venom Injection once again! He grabs Bane by the head, but Bane brilliantly raises his knee as hard as he can into the small of Viper’s back! Viper stumbles forward from the blow, which leaves him vulnerable to clothesline straight to the back of the head! Viper falls and tries for the ropes, but Bane cuts him off with another knee to the back! With Viper hurting, Bane gives it everything he has and cinches him up, completing the Law & Order!

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Foot on the ropes!

Rock Gibson: What a smart move by Roy Viper! His ring awareness just kept him in this match!

Xplode: Please, he put his leg on the ropes like a pussy! A REAL man kicks out of a pinfall!

Bane pleads his case to the official, but it’s all for naught as Viper just barely got his foot on the ropes in time! Eventually getting frustrated, he turns back to Viper, only for Viper to quickly nail him with a stiff punch to the ribs! Bane doubles over, so Viper pops up and spikes him with the Venom Injection out of nowhere!!!

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3!

Rock Gibson: What a smart move by Viper! He suckered Bane in!

Xplode: Eh, I’ve seen better personally, but a win is a win!

Viper raises his arm in victory and slowly rolls out of the ring before heading up the ramp.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…ROY VIPER!!!

"Divided" begins to play once more as the fans cheer Roy's victory. He hops up onto a turnbuckle and cheers to, before approaching one end of the ring and shouting for a microphone. His music quietens down as the ring crew pass him one. Roy begins speaking through heavy pants, still recovering from his match.

Viper: So I've been here... For almost half a year now... I've had my ups and my downs, but it's time for me to start calling the shots. No more sitting in the back for me, watching other people step up. When I went home to Dublin, I promised that I would change. I wasn't going to be a disappointment any more, or a joke. I was going to get serious and be a man that the whole of Ireland could be proud of.

Roy pauses, catching his breath and staring around the arena.

Viper: I'm going to be a man that you can all be proud of! I'll show that hard work and determination pay off and I think the best way to do that... Is to win the Pure Championship! I came close once before, were it not for a close encounter with the front row, but things will be different this time. I'm getting better with each match, win or loss, and your man Bane there, he put up a hell of a fight, but I stole a win from the depths. A few months back, I wouldn't have been able to do that. I didn't have it in me, but now I do.

Roy looks around once more, holding the microphone to his lips as the camera zooms in on him.

Viper: This is going to be the year of the Viper. I promise you all that I'll be the Pure Champion before 2011 is out, you can count on that! So Danny Tenfold, and anyone else that has their eyes on that belt, just remember that, like the Cobra, Roy Viper will strike with deadly accuracy to claim his prize when the time is right! That Pure Title will be mine sooner than you think!

Roy drops the microphone as his music begins to play once more. He climbs back up the turnbuckles, working the crowd as they cheer him on.

[primetime]

"Money" by I Fight Dragons begins to play as the Las Vegas Commission slowly stroll out from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. Ignoring them, they instead choose to head straight down the ramp, with an agenda seemingly in mind. All three slide under the bottom rope in unison, with Luck heading towards Skye. He holds his hand out wordlessly and Skye hands him the microphone, sliding out of the ring. "Money" stops playing as all three men turn to the entrance ramp, flanked by jeers from the crowd who seem to absolutely despise the Las Vegas Commission.

Luck: Save your breath and your jeering for someone who gives a damn.

The crowd jeer louder, but Luck continues:

Luck: I know that my popularity has nosedived in the past weeks. A lot of you hate me, a lot of my fellow superstars hate me as well. Why? Because I dare to challenge Oblivion. The Big Dog. The immortal. The legend. Someone who is, for some reason, respected by almost everyone..except me.

Dave nods and Luck looks up towards the entrance ramp, his eyes narrowing.

Luck: ..Yet for all these urban legends about Oblivion being unbeatable and some kind of God, he refuses to show his face when a challenge is issued. Instead, he waits until the challengers back is turned before he attacks them. If I was to do that, I would be universally reviled. Oblivion does it, and he is somehow a hero around these parts. That, to me, reeks of complete and utter arrogance. He can waltz around, doing whatever he wants, and you pathetic sycophantic pissants will let him do it without questioning him. In fact, I bet Oblivion will only show his face tonight if it means he can cost us these Tag Team Championships..

The crowd jeer loudly as Dave walks over, taking the microphone from his partner.

Dave: How the crowd see you as nothing less than a coward is hilarious. Not only do you walk around thrusting your nose into business that isn't yours, as we have seen with your sudden, 'surprise' return to deal with the Empire, but you also attack people who have wronged you from behind their backs. You are the ultimate snake: You slither around, waiting to strike upon defenceless opponents. Well, this legion isn't going to sit down and let you do that again. Once we are finished with you, the legend of Oblivion will end at our hands. You won't stick your nose into anyones business anymore.

Dave hands the microphone back to Luck.

Luck: The crowd don't believe we can do it. Hell, our own superstars, people who have been terrorised by this son of a bitch for years believe we cannot do it. But the fact of the matter is that defeating Oblivion is absolutely simple: It isn't through sheer numbers, it isn't through power, it's through mentality, through the mind. Half of your power, Oblivion, is that you play games with the opponents heads. You intimidate them. You let your own record do your speaking..and why not? I will even admit your record is impressive..but you have never faced the Las Vegas Commission before. You have put away legends? Well, so have I. You think we can be intimidated by you? We've faced men who are both taller and stronger than you. We've faced men more violent, we've faced men whose own egos also outgrew them. What makes you special? Absolutely nothing.

Dave takes the microphone from Luck once more.

Dave: I should warn you Oblivion: We aren't hampered by the moral restrictions flooding your own whimsical brain. We're ruthless. What we want, we get, and I want to make this very clear: Every single time you take something from us, whether it's a victory, these belts or even injuring one of us? Well, we will give it back to you at full-force. You even think of fucking with us, we will make your life a living hell. Your brother sits mere feet from us, do you think nothing will stop us from walking up there and snapping his neck like a toothpick?

The crowd jeer even louder. Xplode simply shakes his head, whistling sarcastically as the remarks simply go ignored.

Dave: You take our titles, then any chance you get will be ruined by us. You make us lose a match, then we will make you lose one too. We aren't your average opponents who can walk around and intimidate: We are men without a moral code, without boundaries. We will completely and utterly annihilate you without so much as blinking an eye. But you, Oblivion..We know you have moral codes written on your heart. We know your limits. We know what makes you tick, and guess what? We can't wait to exploit them.

Dave hands the microphone to Luck, stepping back and standing beside Zack.

Luck: My friend speaks powerfully, but truthfully. We are going to do anything and everything in our power to make sure that you not only accept a match with me, but that your era of intimidation and egotism ends. You cannot escape your fate, Oblivion, and your fate has long since been sea--

"Dirty Deeds" by AC/DC begins to play, cutting off Luck and causing the fans to cheer wildly! Scott Lawson and Randy White throw the curtain aside, walking to the top of the stage. White has a microphone in his hand, and he looks down at the ring with an almost humoured look on his face.

White: Eesh, give us a break, will you? A lot of 'blah' coming from your mouth, but we don't see any promises! Face it, your little talking game will be shut the hell up once we take those titles tonight, so maybe you should stop focusing on Oblivion and instead start focusing on your new Tag Team Champions!

Luck: I would rather die than see you two little peasants as Tag Team Champions!

White: Peasants? That's the best you can come up with? Really? Well, I hope your fighting skills are better than your insults, because you seem to be as subpar as the crap I throw into the truck every morning!

The crowd cheer loudly and White smirks, nodding at the crowd. Luck sneers irritably.

Luck: Keep talking, little boy.

On that cue, Lawson quickly takes the microphone from White, pointing at Luck.

Lawson: Hey, pipsqueak, how about you shut your goddamn mouth, save your breath, and prepare for the match?!

Luck: Or what? You'll growl at me?

Lawson: No, I'll come down there and tear your damn throat out!

Dave walks forward, snatching the microphone from Luck.

Dave: Then why don't you?

Luck: Not now..We need to dress appropriately..

The crowd jeer wildly at this excuse as White laughs loudly.

Lawson: Exactly. Two little snivelling punks who are going to be left crying on the mat after Damaged Goods destroys you and takes your precious titles away from you!

Luck: "Really? You think you're going to take these titles? I'm sorry, but I offer you nothing. I would rather die than see a petty little thug like you holding these titles. I offer you only death and despair."

Lawson: Then i'll see you in the ring in a few, you pile of scrawny shit.

Lawson throws the microphone down as both him and White turn around, walking through the curtain and to the back. After a few heated words between the team, the Las Vegas Commission eventually slide out of the ring, starting to head up the ramp.

Gibson: So, Xplode..thoughts?

Xplode: Let them try something. I've taken bigger, more dangerous dumps than those three. Oblivions simply going to chew them up and spit them out.

Gibson: They do seem to be biting off more than they can chew..but I'm worried about it. Do you think they might be capable of doing something to the Big Dog?

Xplode: Don't worry, Rocko, these guys can't and won't do shit!

[primetime]

Tag Team Match
Pinfall or Submission
Warrior / Hi Octane vs. Jace Ambrose / Dante Holly

**

Xplode: And next up is another match where people want to kill eachother.

Gibson: Indeed, Ambrose and Warrior have been at eachothers throats, and it all took another step too far last week following Warriors unbelievable attack--

Xplode: No, it’s believable, Warrior IS that big of an asshole.

"World On Fire" by Firewind bursts over the sound system as the entrance curtain is thrown to one side and Warrior steps out onto the ramp, full of anger and energy. He runs to the right of the stage, then quickly left to the right, pounding his chest as the crowd jeer venomously towards him. Warrior simply cups a hand to his ear, eliciting even more jeers before running to the middle of the stage, bolting down the ramp.

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

Warrior slides into the ring, walking over to the right hand side and placing one foot on the middle rope and one on the bottom rope, flinging his arms into the air to several jeers. He hops down walking over to his corner and rotating his wrists as “World on Fire” is replaced by “After the Flesh by My Life” by the Thrill Kill Kult, flames erupting from the stage. Princess Firepower comes out and holds up her arms., Hi Octane strolls out, grabbing her arm and pulling her behind him and walking down the ramp.

Skye: From Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds…HI OCTANE!!!

Octane walks up the steel steps and onto the apron, placing a foot on the middle rope and allowing Princess Firepower to climb in. Octane removes his suit coat and shirt as Princess Firepower grabs the sides of his pants, ripping them off and revealing Octane's Wrestling tights. Octane strolls over to the corner where Warrior is, stretching his arms as Princess Firepower climbs out of the ring.

As “Four Minutes” plays over the sound system, a giant ‘D’ is shone in the sky as the camera pans to the outside. Almost instantly, Dante Holly drops into view from the light cast by the giant ‘D’ and quickly breaks into a sprint through the arena. The crowd cheer wildly as the song continues playing, with Dante eventually bursting out from behind the entrance curtain and standing on the stage wih his fists on his hips, his chest puffed out and his cape flowing behind him. He slowly begins to strut down the ring, not changing this mightiest of poses.

Skye: From Hollywood, California, weighing in at one hundred and sixty five pounds…DANTE HOLLY!!

He climbs the lower-right set of steps, grasping the turnbuckle post and pulling himself to the top rope before leaping off, rolling as he hits the mat and emerges unscathed, one arm out and one arm behind him. Keeping this pose, he turns around to face the ramp before placing his fists on his hips, puffing his chest out as "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva hits the sound system and red and purple lights flash across the arena. After a short while, Jason Ambrose walks out and pauses at the top of the ramp, flexing his biceps to a lot of cheers. He pumps up his right bicep and gives it a kiss before throwing his arms down and walking down the ramp, moving to the right-side of the ramp and slapping hands with the fans along the way.

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

Ambrose slides into the ring under the bottom rope and turns around, walking past Holly and climbing up onto the lower-left turnbuckle, flexing his biceps before taking off his headband and throwing it into the crowd. He hops down, turning to Dante who holds out the green superhero mask as “Ladies and Gentlemen” fades out. The crowd cheer for Ambrose who looks at it, then at Holly, before shrugging and taking it, strapping it over his face to a lot of cheers and some sneering from Warrior. Ambrose stretches his arms, but Holly pats his back, telling him to rest up and that he’ll take care of Warrior to begin with. Ambrose nods, not wanting to risk an early disqualification or injury by brutally destroying Warrior, and climbs onto the apron.

DING DING DING!

Warrior stares down Holly, slowly approaching him. Holly quickly walks over to Warrior, extending a hand for a friendly handshake. Warrior frowns, slapping his hand away and pointing at Ambrose. Holly takes a few steps back, holding his hand out again. Once again, Warrior slaps it away, heading for Ambrose. Holly takes a few more steps back, to which Warrior responds by slapping him around the cheek. Holly puffs his chest out and Warrior cocks an eyebrow, only for Dante to hit him with a hard right! Warrior stumbles backwards, allowing Dante to nail a quick right and another quick right before spinning around, catching Warrior with a discus punch and sending him down to the mat! Dante rushes over to Warrior, grasping his right arm and right leg, attempting to drag him. Warrior slams his back into the mat, forcing himself down and stopping Dante from doing so, leaning up and catching him with a left fist. Dante stumbles back, but quickly looks to the sky and yells “SUPER STRENGTH!!”. Warrior sits up slightly, but Dante stomps him on his chest, sending him down to the mat, grabbing his arms and somehow summoning the strength to drag Warrior into the middle of the ring, quickly turning around and darting towards the ropes. As Dante does, thought, Octane sidesteps over, pulling down on the top rope and allowing Dante to flip over the top rope, bouncing to the outside. The referee runs over, yelling at Octane who simply raises his arms in a mock innocence. Dante slowly rolls to his feet and walks over to Octane, grasping the back of his tights and pulling him back, forcing him off the apron and slamming his face off of the edge. Octane stumbles backwards and Dante points at him, shaking his finger before turning and sliding into the ring. Warrior, however, is up on his feet, and darts forward, catching the unsuspecting Dante with the Rage! (Gore) He quickly goes for the cover.

1…2-KICK OUT!

Dante summons his so-called ‘super strength’, lifting a shoulder up. Warrior grasps the head of Dante, slamming it backwards into the mat to daze him before hauling him up to his feet, locking his arms around his waist and lifting him. Dante flails his legs, pushing his weight down and manages to land back on his feet. Warrior knees Dante in his gut, tightening his arms again and lifting him up before slamming him down with the Colorado Suplex. With Dante down, Warrior tries to walk over to the corner of Ambrose, but the referee quickly rushes in front of Warrior, telling him to go after the legal man or risk disqualification. Warrior looks down at the referee, then back at Holly before turning around, grabbing Holly by the neck and hauling him up to his feet, shoving him backwards into his corner. Warrior places his hands around his neck, pinning him there as Octane slaps Warriors back, making the tag. Warrior inches to the right, allowing Octane to deliver a huge kick into Hollys gut, sending him sliding down in the corner. Octane stomps Dante a few times before leaning down and grasping his right arm, pulling him to his feet and before forcing him down, locking his arms behind his back before flipping him with a Double Underhook Suplex.

Gibson: Dante needs to make that tag right here.

Xplode: Yeah, tag in…Super Ambrose…or whatever he is…Green Lantern or some shit.

Octane rolls to his feet, grabbing Dante by the arm and effortlessly dragging him towards the right-hand set of ropes, climbing out onto the apron and grasping the top rope. Octane stretches his legs slightly before slinging his body over the top rope, nailing Holly with a slingshot elbow drop driven right into his sternum. Ambrose claps his hands, trying to urge Dante on as Octane drags him to his feet once again. Dante pumps his right fist, catching Octane in his right chest. Octane simply laughs, pushing Dante backwards. Dante quickly straightens his back, placing his hands on his hips and puffing his chest out. Octane turns to Warrior, shaking his head and turning to Holly, who is still standing there. Octane shrugs his shoulders, but before he can walk over, Holly turns to his corner, darting over and tagging in Ambrose! Ambrose climbs into the ring, rushing forward and steamrolling Octane with a brutal Clothesline which sends him flat to the mat! Ambrose looks over at Warrior, pointing at him before turning his attention to Octane to avoid a possible disqualification. Ambrose drags him to his feet, kneeing him in his gut and wrenching his neck backwards, flexing his right bicep. Holly yells out “SUPER STRENGTH!!” to encourage Ambrose who grins, nodding before slamming Octanes head into the mat with the Amazing Impact DDT. Ambrose rolls him onto his back, pinning his shoulders to the mat.

1….2..KICK OUT!

Octane thrusts a shoulder up and Ambrose hauls him up, shoving him into his corner and yelling at him to tag in Warrior. Octane looks over at Warrior, who shakes his head. Octane responds by walking out of the corner towards Ambrose, quickly locking up with a forearm tie-up. Ambrose shoves him backwards, but Octane snaps his leg up, slamming it into the side of Ambrose’s head and sending him down to the mat. Octane rushes down, grabbing Ambrose and pulling him up to his feet before moving around him, locking an arm around his neck and forcing him to bend over backwards before driving him down onto his knee with a Reverse DDT Backbreaker. Octane turns to the lower-right corner of the ring, walking over and out onto the apron, climbing onto the top rope and looking as if he is going to attempt the Hi Dive. Holly quickly darts over, waving his arms wildly. Octane notices, turning his head and looking at the wildly-gesticulating Holly. Princess Firepower strolls over, trying to warn Octane to keep focused but Octane, more annoyed than anything, lunges out his right foot, catching Holly in his chest and sending him stumbling off the apron. This distraction is enough, however, for Ambrose to quickly get to his feet, rushing over and pulling back on the top rope, causing Octane to trip and smash down into the turnbuckle!

Xplode: Aaaaand there go Octane’s grapes!

Gibson: Certainly painful. Holly might have just saved the match here.

Ambrose climbs onto the second rope, grasping Octanes head and slowly lifting him up into a suplex. The crowd begin to cheer as Ambrose keeps Octane up in the air, stalling him there. Warrior looks over, doing his best to stop from rushing over and hurting Ambrose, who eventually falls backwards, slamming Octane backwards into the mat!

Xplode: Stalling Superplex! Mama-mia!

Gibson: Great power from Ambrose there!

Ambrose sits up and pulls himself onto his feet as Dante climbs back up onto the apron. Dante drags Octane towards his corner before tagging in Dante, pointing to the top rope. Dante looks around, grinning and nodding before climbing up to the top rope, looking down at Octane and raising his arms into the air as Ambrose climbs onto the apron, grabbing Hollys feet to make sure he’s stable on the top rope. Octane slowly gets to his feet as Warrior yells at him to look out. Holly yells out “TO THE HEAVENS!!” before diving off of the top rope, slamming his body down upon Octane with a Cross Body and sending him down to the mat. He quickly shoves Octanes shoulders to the mat, attempting a pin.

1….2..KICK OUT!

Octane quickly shoves his arm up, breaking the pin. Dante hops up to his feet, vaulting over Octanes body and running forward, rebounding off the ropes and frontflipping, hitting a Running Shooting Star Press! He goes for another quick pin.

1…2..KICK OUT!

This time, Warrior climbs into the ring, rushing over and bring his foot down onto the back of Dante’s head to break the pin. Ambrose quickly climbs into the ring, but Warrior runs backwards, climbing onto the apron. The referee tells Ambrose to leave the ring, and he does so reluctantly. Octane shoves Holly off of him, getting to his feet and stomping roughly on Dantes chest before leaning down. Dante quickly slides between his legs, lunging up and rolling up Octane for a third successive pin attempt.

1….2..KICK OUT!

Octane powers out, rolling forward and onto his feet. Dante gets to his feet, but Octane turns around, slamming his foot into the side of Dantes head with a Standing Side Kick. Dante crumples to the mat and Octane strolls over, grasping Dantes head and pulling him to his feet, locking an arm around his neck and bending him backwards, driving his upper back onto his knee with a Reverse DDT Backbreaker. Octane rolls Dantes body off of his knee, getting to his feet and pulling Dante up, turning and irish whipping him into his corner. Octane quickly tags in Warrior, hitting Dante with a rough kick to his stomach which Warrior follows up with a kick to his left leg, sending Dante onto one knee. Dante lunges forward, headbutting Warrior in the stomach and sending him back, but Octane drives his knee down into the small of Dante’s back, sending him collapsing to the mat. Octane climbs out onto the apron as Warrior grasps Dantes head, pulling him into the middle of the ring before forcing him up onto his feet, taking a few steps back before darting forward and slamming him ruthlessly into the mat with the Dichotomy (Running STO) Ambrose claps, whistling loudly and hoping to spur on Dante, but Warrior links his head under Dantes left leg, pushing him onto his stomach and leaning up, locking his hands on Dantes left leg and pulling down on it, locking in the Stretch Muffler. Dante shakes his head, screaming in pain as Warrior keeps forcing his head up, adding more strain onto the leg.

Gibson: Warrior could make our resident superhero tap here!

Warrior keeps pulling down on Dantes leg, but Ambrose rushes in, slamming his foot directly into Warriors face! The submission is broken, but now Ambrose is trying desperately to claw at Warrior. The referee rushes over, pushing Ambrose backwards and warning him that he can and will disqualify him if he attacks Warrior while he is not the legal man. Ambrose shoves the referee, but Dante hobbles onto his feet, stumbling over and telling Ambrose to hold onto his temper. Ambrose and Dante share a fistbump before Ambrose climbs onto the apron. Dante looks back at Warrior, who stumbles over to his corner. Before he can reach the tag, Dante yells out “NOT SO FAST, CRIMINAL!!” before darting over, dropkicking Warrior in the back of his legs and sending him down to his knees. Dante grabs Warrior by his hair, pulling him up as much as he can before grabbing his arm, slamming him to the mat with an arm drag. Dante turns to the crowd, pumping his arms as they cheer. Keeping the momentum, Dante darts at the ropes, rebounding off and handspringing towards Warrior before using the sharp burst of momentum to hop up, nailing an amazing 450 splash and bringing himself down on Warrior! Dante rolls forward off of Warrior, pointing at Ambrose! The fans cheer wildly and Ambrose points to himself, holding out a hand. Dante slowly puts his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest and strutting towards Ambrose before finally making the long-awaited tag! As fast as a hurricane, Ambrose climbs into the ring, darting over to Warrior and grasping his neck, punching him rapidly in the side of his head! Warrior can barely defend against the onslaught as Ambrose continues bringing his fists down, keeping Warrior pinned to the mat. Octane climbs out quickly, but Ambrose hops to his feet, rushing over and Clotheslining Octane with such brute force that he falls backwards, over the top rope and to the outside! Princess Firepower quickly rushes over to Octane, making sure he’s alright as Warrior stumbles to his feet uneasily and Ambrose rushes over behind him, linking his arms around his neck and locking in the Cobra Clutch before lifting him up and slamming him violently to the mat!

Xplode: Ambrose has waited, and now he finally gets to pound that bastard into dust!

Gibson: Karma is a bitch, eh?

Ambrose grasps Warriors hair, forcing him roughly up and shoving him into the ropes, bringing a thunderous right fist into the jaw of Warrior, splitting his lip open. The referee rushes over, telling Ambrose to go easy, but Ambrose simply responds by kneeing Warrior in the gut before clotheslining him straight over the top rope. Warrior rolls over it and to the outside as Ambrose slides out of the ring, hauling Warrior to his feet once more and dragging him to the ring apron, grasping his hair with both hands and slamming his head down violently into the apron before turning him around, dragging him towards the crowd barricade and slamming his head down too. Ambrose drags Warrior finally to the ring steps outside the corner of him and Holly, forcing his head back before slamming it powerfully into the metal. Firepower whispers something into Octanes ear as he pulls himself to his feet. Ambrose doesn’t notice this, and doesn’t a few seconds later that Octane is darting around the ring. Holly tells Ambrose to watch out, but Octane manages to quickly slam a forearm into the back of Ambrose, sending him stumbling forward and into the ring steps. Slapping Warriors cheeks repeatedly to make him more responsive, Octane rolls him into the ring before sliding in himself, rushing over into his corner and quickly climbing onto the apron, grasping the tag rope and leaning over the top rope. Warrior crawls towards his corner as Ambrose turns, sliding into the ring. It’s too late, however, as Warrior lunges forward with a burst of energy, slapping Octanes hand and making the tag.

Xplode: GODDAMMIT!!

Gibson: Smart tactics, smart tactics. Octane and Warrior have definitely got the teamwork down, and it just paid off!

Ambrose turns around, punching his corner in frustration. Octane rushes over, trying to blindside the frustrated Ambrose, but Dante leans over the top rope, quickly stretching out an arm and knocking Octane back somewhat. Octane turns to Holly, but Ambrose realises Octane behind him and turns around, knocking him back with a violent right-handed punch. Octane stumbles back, clutching his mouth before Ambrose runs forward, clotheslining Octane and sending him roughly to the mat. Ambrose turns to his corner, slowly climbing up to the top rope and steadying himself, flexing his right bicep before leaping off, nailing Octane with the J-Drop and quickly going for the pin.

1…2..KICK OUT!

Octane thrusts a shoulder up and Ambrose lifts him to his feet. Octane quickly shoves Ambrose backwards, buying enough time to steady his feet and lunge forward, kicking Ambrose in the gut and moving behind him. He quickly locks his arms up and behind his back in a Full Nelson before linking his leg in front of his, bringing him forward and slamming him face-first into the mat with a Full Nelson Facebuster. Rather than go for the pin, Octane gets to his feet, hauling Ambrose up and dragging him over to the corner, quickly tagging in Warrior. Octane shoves him into the corner, allowing both men to quickly stomp down and against Ambrose’s gut. Octane climbs out onto the apron before Warrior pulls Ambrose to his feet, locking his arms around his waist, lifting him and slamming him violently into the mat with a Colorado Suplex. Warrior simply drags Ambrose up once more, throwing him back into his corner and tags in Octane. Warrior pins Ambrose into the corner with his foot against his stomach before Octane slams his foot into the side of Ambrose’s head with a Standing Side Kick. Warrior lets go, climbing out onto the apron as Ambrose stumbles forward, falling onto his knees and clutching his stomach. Octane grasps him, rolling him onto his back before dragging him towards the ropes, climbing out onto the apron and grabbing the top rope, springboarding over and slamming his elbow into Ambrose’s chest. He goes for the pin.

1….2..KICK OUT!

Ambrose gets a shoulder up. Octane hauls Ambrose to his feet, grasping his mask and pulling it straight off of his face, throwing it to the mat and stomping on it. The crowd jeer loudly as Octane quickly slaps Ambrose sharply in his cheek. Ambrose stumbles back and looks down, noticing the mask and looks up. Octane goes for another slap, but Ambrose quickly grasps his arm, looking up at him.

Xplode: Holy shit, Ambrose looks like he’s gonna kill Octane here!

Gibson: Certainly looks that way!

Ambrose throws a thunderous left fist, sending Octane stumbling backwards against the ropes. He quickly lashes out, kicking Octanes legs from under him and sending him crashing to the mat. He leans down, grabbing his hair and pulling him violently to his feet and under his arm. He wrenches back on Octanes neck, pointing at Warrior before he spikes his head into the mat with a vicious Amazing Impact DDT. He quickly rolls back onto his feet, stomping Octane in the gut twice before hauling him to his feet, locking him in a Suplex and lifting him high into the air, slowly walking backwards near the ropes. Octane struggles, but Ambrose turns around, hitting a front-suplex which drives Octanes abdomen onto the top rope, sending him rolling off of it and onto the mat below. He pulls Octane to his feet again, Irish-whipping him across the ring. Octane rebounds, and walks straight into a huge, thunderous Powerslam from Ambrose. He claps his hands, feeling the momentum and adrenaline surging before turning around, climbing to the top rope of the lower-right turnbuckle and flexing his biceps. Warrior runs over and hops onto the bottom rope, leaning up to hit Ambrose. Ambrose blocks the punch, meeting it with a huge right hand which sends Warrior off of the apron and to the outside. Princess Firepower also climbs up, whistling shrilly and pointing at Ambrose, telling him how pathetic he is. Ambrose turns to her, swiping a fist out, but she ducks down, hopping off the apron. Ambrose turns his attention then to Octane and flies off for the J-Drop. Octane rolls to the side as Ambrose flies through the air, causing him to slam violently into the mat.

Xplode: Nobody home!

Gibson: Great ring awareness there from Octane!

Octane scrambles up to his feet, hauling up Ambrose and locking his arms behind his back, throwing him over and down to the ground with a Double Underhook Suplex. He quickly goes for a cover.

1…2..KICK OUT!

Ambrose kicks out, quickly elbowing Octane in the mouth. Octane stumbles back, allowing Ambrose to roll onto his stomach and lunge forward, tagging in Dante Holly! With a burst of momentum, Holly rushes in, hitting a Cross Body to Octane and sending him down to the mat before leaping up and taking a few steps back, running forward and hitting a Shooting Star Press. Before Octane can even catch his breath, Dante drags him to his feet, raising his right fist high into the sky and yelling “FALCON…PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!!!!!!!!!” before slamming his right fist into Octanes jaw with such force that it sends him stumbling backwards, through the ropes and to the outside of the ring to massive cheers from the crowd! Holly grins, pumping his right fist as Octane scrambles to his feet, clutching his jaw and rolling in..

With clenched fists on his hips, Holly nods to the fans as they cheer him on with approval. He then points at the downed Octane before turning around.. RIGHT INTO A STEEL CHAIR!!

Gibson: What the hell?!!

The bell is rung repeatedly as the ref ends the match. Warrior is seen in the ring, a chair in his hand. He is repeatedly bashing Holly on the back with the metal chair, causing the steel to bend due to the impact! Ambrose sees this, and quickly stumbles to his feet, only to be grabbed around the ankle by Octane and dragged back down! The Dogs of War now rush down the ramp way and slide into the ring as the bell is repeatedly rung!!

Skye: Um.. Your winners by DQ? Dante Holly and Amazing Jace Ambrose!!

As the fans continue to boo loudly, Holly and Ambrose are being ganged up on! 4 men pound them with vicious foot stomps. Ambrose begins to fight back now, as he rises to his feet! With wild punches, he fights back as the crowd cheers loudly! The odds are too much though as Chance Fusion scoops him up from behind and falls backward with a stiff German suplex! Warrior orders Fusion to lift Ambrose yet again, only to nail the Rage on Ambrose!! Ambrose hit’s the mat hard holding his ribs as Warrior is shown grinning smugly. Holly is next as he is lifted up. Hi Octane comes up behind him and locks in a full nelson, only to lift Holly into the air and drop him hard unto his neck! With both men down, The Dogs of War, Hi Octane, and Warrior all raise their hands in victory!!

Gibson: This is ridiculous..

As the fans boo loudly, Roy Viper bursts through the curtain with a kendo stick in hand!! He rushes down to the ring, sliding under the ropes and catching the men by surprise! With a hard swing, he nails Chance Fusion behind the back as the stick literally bends from the impact! Jace Ambrose and Holly take advantage of the help as they fight to their feet once more! Warrior and Octane slide out of the ring, just in time. Chance Fusion and Superbitch aren’t so lucky as Viper finishes them off. With Warrior walking up the ramp way, Roy Viper snags a microphone.. And speaks.

Viper: You know, the one thing I hate more than a liar.. Is a bully. Consider the odds.. Evened.

The fans cheer loudly as Warrior answers…

Warrior: Learn to count, idiot. It’s still 4 to 3.

Viper: No.. it’s not.

Raising the kendo stick, Viper repeatedly brings it down on to Fusion’s body until Superbitch manages to drag him out as she exit’s the ring as well. The fans are cheering loudly as Viper, Ambrose, and Holly watch Warrior’s crew head towards the stage area..

Gibson: What the hell is going on tonight?!! Everything is falling apart!

Xplode: We will be back.. And probably with even more craziness..

[primetime]

Standing his potted fern upright, Kirk Kennedy was in his office, having finally got everything back in order, with thanks to his cleaning staff. His desk was neat again, and he had put a poster for Retribution over the "EUW SUCKS" message that Warrior had left him. Looking around at the tidy room now, Kirk sighed.

He sat down at his desk, looking over paperwork in silence for what seemed like the first time of his career. Despite everything going on this show, he had managed to find some time to get on with all the everyday paperwork he had to complete. He licked his thumb and then turned the page, chewing on the end of the pen that hung out of his mouth. Pulling it out and setting it aside, he picked up his mug and went to sip from his coffee. He brought up the ceramic to his lips, tilted it to allow the steaming contents to pour, and as the liquid began to spill out - BAM! BAM! BAM!

Startled, Kirk Kennedy toppled backwards out of the chair, the coffee mug flying in to the air, sending coffee to all corners of the room before the cup smashed to the floor behind him. Scrambling to his feet and knocking everything from his desk in the process, the CEO ran to the door and tore it open. There, on the other side stood the mammoth Brett Cross, with a massive hammer in his hand, reared back ready to strike. Kirk nearly jumped out of his skin again at the sight, and Brett beamed back at him, keeping the hammer held high.

"Ho, All-Father! A wonderful day t' do battle, aye?!"

Looking down as he straightened his tie, Kennedy quickly surveyed the damage, his entire suit ruined by the coffee that was dumped on him. Doing his best to maintain his composure, he looked up at Cross with his best fake smile.

"Cross... What are you doing here? Why the hammer? Why all the noise? With Rivera on the run I finally had a moment to think and then... this!"

"Oh, my apologies sir! Ah'm doing as Ah claimed Ah would set out t' do! Ah'm stepping up in this locker room as the fallen Sabora would 'ave, Ah'm becoming a leader! And if Ah'm t' be a leader Ah will need an army! Ah asked 'round an' the guardsmen told me the way mortals recruit here is with something called a... 'sign-up sheet.' So Ah'm hammering it t' ye'r door!"

Kirk looked back at his door, and driven in to the thick oak was a massive bolt, perhaps taken right off of a medieval crossbow, and it pinned a long, tattered and stained piece of parchment. Before Kennedy could even speak on what had transpired, Cross bellowed out over his shoulder as he ran down the hallway, the rumblings shaking the food platters from the table in the hallway.

"Oh, I nearly forgot an instrument for writing!"

With a sigh, Kirk massaged his temples as he watched the big man bound down the hallway. Then, when he turned the corner, Kirk pulled a pen out of his breast pocket and moved it to the paper on his door, writing one word on it in big, plain letters - 'EVERYONE.'

"Well, at least he's not attacking people with axes again..."

Then with that said, the CEO entered his office once again and shut the door behind him. No sooner did the door shut then did Cross return with an ornate, fine-pointed dagger. He stepped up to the paper and cocked his head to the side as he worked out what the word was. But his smile returned when he finally seemed to understand, and he tore the paper from the door, marveling at it.

"That was fast! Excellent!"

The office door swings open before Cross can leave, causing the Viking to stop dead in his tracks. His face changes to a pale color as his eyes become very serious. Stepping into the office is a smaller man. He is seen wearing a baseball cap and sporting a pony tail. Behind him, is former EUW World Champion.. TITAN!

Kirk: What the hell are you doing here, and who is this idiot?!!

Stepping up to the desk, the smaller man begins to speak as TITAN steps right into Brett Cross’s face…

Jordan: Barry Jordan, manager of the stars! Glad ot meet you, Mr. Kennedy!

Holding his hand out, Barry Jordan smiles as Kirk stands up from behind the desk. Across the way, TITAN and Brett Cross do not move at all as they glare into one another’s eyes.. Ready to strike.

Jordan: We didn’t come here to cause any problems, I assure you.

Kirk: TITAN is no longer an employee here.. Leave.

Jordan: On the contrary. You see, TITAN was technically an EMPIRE employee upon the moment of his termination. This creates a contract breach. So, legally, TITAN is still capable of competing. I was looking over his contract and amongst this little fact, I even made out a rematch clause..

Kirk: Rematch clause?

Jordan: That’s right. Apparently, TITAN can fight for the World Title at a time of his choosing. Luckily for Scorpion, that time is not now. You see, I have asked my client to wait on this so that he could shake off the cobwebs per say. For now, we will be content to feast upon the newer talent in the EUW.

Kirk: Wait a minute here. You don’t come in to my damn office and tell me what to-

TITAN suddenly turns to Kirk Kennedy and speaks..

TITAN: I DO WHAT I WANT. I will leave the EUW when I am ready to leave. For now though, I have a few.. Scores to settle.

TITAN turns to Cross.

TITAN: Don’t worry, bitch. I haven’t forgotten you. The next time we step in the ring, you will be leaving on a fucking stretcher. All in good time..

Kirk: Get the hell out of my office..

Jordan and TITAN make their way out as TITAN slams the door shut. Kirk looks at Cross and speaks..

Kirk: I don’t know how you do it, big man. I would have unloaded on that guy..

Cross: Aye. The time for battle will come. Let him come to me, while I prepare..

[primetime]

The camera cuts backstage into the EUW Locker Room where Jack Bull and Chuck Johnson are busy hanging around. Johnson opens his locker, pulling out two cans of Budweiser and throwing one to Bull who catches it effortlessly, cracking it open and taking a deep drink.

Bull: Nothing like the hair of the dog..

Johnson: Why do they call it that? Beer don't taste of dog. Beer tastes of manly stuff..like...chainsaws, and armored bears, and guns.

Bull takes a deep drink.

Bull: ...Doesn't taste like chainsaws to me.

Johnson: You sure? You drink like me and everything starts tastin' of chainsaws.

Bull: You might want to get that shit checked out, bro.

Johnson: Yeah yeah. So, you lookin' forward to beating the shit outta Brett Cross tonight?

Bull: Oh, you mean Bigfoot? The great unwashed ape? Yeah, I'm ready, just gotta make sure I take in plenty of deodorant, y'know?

Johnson: Here, try some of this.

Johnson reaches into his locker, pulling out a can of Axe bodyspray. Bull shrugs, lifting his shirt and spraying it. He stops suddenly, sniffing the air.

Bull: ...Smells like beer!

Johnson: Damn straight! Think I want to smell like some kinda pansy?

Bull: You put beer into deodorant?

Johnson: Somethin' wrong with that?

Bull: Are you kidding me? It's genius! Is it safe to spray in the mouth?

Johnson: I..wouldn't try it.

Bull: Why? Still deodorant in there?

Johnson: Nope. It's beer and bourbon. Don't go mixin' drinks before a match, I learnt that the hard way wrestling a deer.

Bull: You wrestled...a deer?

Johnson: Don't blame me, I was drinking and that there deer was giving me the evil eye!

The crowd laugh as Bull shakes his head, taking another quick drink of Budweiser. Chuck effortlessly drains the can, throwing it to the ground and belching loudly, turning to his locker.

Johnson: OH DAMN!

Bull: What?!

Johnson: THE BEERS GONE!!

Bull: WHY?!?!

Johnson: ..I can't remember.

Bull: We drank it all?

Johnson shrugs his shoulders.

Johnson: Guess so..Don't worry, that's why I have a spare handy!

Johnson reaches into his locker, pulling out an old jockstrap and throwing it over his shoulder. Bull ducks under it, only to have an old newspaper thrown into his face. He grabs it and throws it to the floor, moving his head to dodge several clothes pegs.

Bull: Damn, son, do you have a sink in there too?!

Johnson grunts loudly, wheeling out a porcelain sink basin and handing it to Bull as the crowd laugh loudly.

Bull: What the hell, man??!

Johnson: I found it!

Bull: Found it?!

Johnson: Okay, I broke it when I was drunk and didn't want to fix it, alright?

Johnson quickly scrapes out an assortment of random junk onto the floor, reaching into the locker. He fiddles with something before a loud scraping sound fills the air. Bull slowly sets the sink basin down as Johnson pulls back, holding the metal back of his locker and setting it down. He reaches in, pulling out two cans of Budweiser and handing one to an amazed Bull.

Bull: Wow. You hid those there?!

Johnson: Yup, magic of a hammer, buddy! Well, a hammer, blowtorch, screwdriver and a six pack, but it means Johnson ain't ever wrestling sober!

Bull grins, holding up both his empty can and his full can.

Bull:Hail the Ale!

Johnson clinks his can against Bulls.

Johnson: Hail the Ale!

The two men chug back their beers as the camera cuts to the commentators table where Xplode and Gibson are sat.

[primetime]

Singlest Match
Pinfall or Submission
Jack Bull vs. Brett Cross

**

Rock Gibson: Well fans, it's time now for the match a match with BIG implications, as the number one contender Jack Bull takes on the man that also has staked his claim to the title, Brett Cross!

Xplode: So we have the guy that lost his Pure Championship against the guy that was more interested in screwing TITAN than winning the World Championship? Makes sense to me!

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

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

Skye: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing 6’10 and weighing in at 336 pounds…BRETT CROSS!!!

Rock Gibson: Look at the focus in the eyes of Brett Cross. He is definitely motivated like never before tonight! He is out to show that HE should be competing for the World Heavyweight Championship!

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 signaling 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: His opponent hails from Colchester, England! He stands 6’2 and weighs 256 pounds! He is…JACK BULL!!!

Xplode: Look at this guy Rock. A beer swinging, ass kicking asshole of a man! My kind of guy!

Rock Gibson: Especially the asshole part…

The bell quickly rings, but Brett Cross wastes no motion as he sprints forward and hits a monster spear, lifting Bull off of the mat and carrying him halfway across the ring! Bull bounces off the mat, but quickly makes it to his feet and starts throwing leather! Cross returns fire with rights of his own, eventually knocking Bull off-balance! Bull stumbles back, so Cross hits him with a big boot! Bull once again won’t stay down and gets back up, so Cross throws a big lariat! However, Bull ducks under it and pushes Cross into the ropes. Cross rebounds back, so Bull ducks his head and takes him over in a big back body drop! Cross gets to his feet quickly, so Bull charges for a clothesline of his own, only for Cross to duck under it! Bull stops and turns around, but Cross is too quick and rips his head off with a vicious lariat!

Rock Gibson: Jesus! These two guys are throwing bombs right off the bat!

Xplode: Good! Enough of this boring technical shit! I want to see some fuckers hurt!

Cross snickers as he walks slowly toward Bull while cracking his neck. He waits for him to get up and swings with another big right hand, but Bull dodges! Cross turns and swings again, but Bull catches his arm in perfect position for the Bulls-Eye!!! Cross elbows Bull’s head to get out of the hold, causing him to stumble backwards! He tries another big boot, but Bull manages to catch the foot! Holding Cross’s foot, Bull quickly throws it downward and gets a quick kick to the gut. Cross doubles over, so Bull quickly grabs him and hits a quick DDT, looking for the pin!

1…

Kickout with authority!

Cross gets to his feet with a look of anger on his face, but has no time to react as Bull starts throwing more right hands! Eventually, he backs the big man up into the ropes and shoots him in! He drops his head for another back body drop, but Cross puts on the brakes and kicks him dead in the face! Bull drops to one knee in pain, so Cross bounces off the ropes and hits a running kneelift to the face! Bull drops in pain, so Cross quickly grabs him and executes a stiff standing spinebuster before going for the pin himself!

1…

Kickout with authority!

Bull gets up to his feet quickly and screams “COME ON!” towards Cross, resulting in a loud chorus of cheers from the fans! Cross obliges with more right hands, but Bull manages a quick knee to the midsection! He looks for another DDT, but this time Cross is able to back drop out of the move! He grabs Bull by the head now and looks to apply a Powerbomb, but this time is Bull who back drops out of the move! Cross lands hard, so Bull waits for him to get to his feet patiently, like a snake ready to strike! Cross gets up, so Bull charges and floors the big man with a stiff running elbow smash!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Bull grabs Cross now and tries a scoop slam, but Cross shifts his weight and is able to block it! Bull tries again, but Cross has gone dead weight! He tries a third time, but Cross counters by hitting a vicious headbutt dead to the face! Bull staggers back in pain, so Cross grabs him and executes a vertical suplex! Bull is stunned, so Cross quickly grabs him and executes the Powerbomb he tried earlier, spiking Bull into the canvas!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Rock Gibson: This is wild! Both of these men will not be denied!

Xplode: Gee Rocky, I wonder why? Big Surly Viking Bastard vs. Angry Drunken Bastard. You expected a game of fucking patty cake!?

Cross quickly gets to his feet with a look of anger on his face at not getting the pin, but it doesn’t deter him as he quickly grabs Bull for another suplex! This time though, Bull manages a stiff series of punches to the ribs, forcing Cross to release the hold! Cross clutches at his ribs in pain, which opens him up for a HUGE haymaker right hand from Jack Bull! Bull’s knuckles connect dead with the jaw, making the big man drop to one knee! Seeing his chance, Bull quickly darts behind him and grabs his hair before pulling him into a beautiful Scorpion Deathdrop!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Cross gets up with a look of rage on his face as Bull throws another haymaker, but Cross catches him in mid-move, lifts him onto his shoulder, and takes Bull down in a brutal running powerslam! Cross continues by lifting Bull back up and nailing a beautiful Gutwrench suplex! Bull is hurting, so Cross grabs him by the throat with both hands and executes a vicious two-handed Chokeslam!

1…

2…

Shoulder up!

Cross is unmoved and grabs Bull for what appears to be another Chokelsam, but as he lifts him up, Bull somehow manages to bring his leg up and kick Cross straight in the face! Cross goes down, so Bull quickly bounces off the ropes and drives a knee dead into his face! Cross struggles to get up, so Bull hauls off and throws another HUGE haymaker, once again connecting dead with the jaw of Brett Cross! Cross crumples down to the mat, possibly out cold as Bull quickly hooks the leg and tries to get the win!

1…

2…

Kickout!

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

Xplode: I’ll give that Viking one thing, the guy can take a hell of a punch!

Jack Bull looks at Cross 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 Cross with a running forearm, but Cross doesn't even move! He simply absorbs the blow and pounds his chest, yelling at Jack Bull to do it again! Bull obliges and charges for another, but Cross sidesteps and grabs him, lifting him back up and over his head in a gorilla press! He holds Bull there and looks to complete the slam, but Bull slips out and gets behind him! He bounces off for a clothesline, but Cross counters by throwing him up into a flapjack! Bull hits hard, so Cross quickly takes advantage and spikes Bull into the canvas with a big full nelson slam! He quickly makes the cover as the referee goes down to make the count!

1…

2…

Shoulder up!

Cross sees what might be his only chance now and whips Bull into the ropes, clasping his hands together and trying for the Hammer Mjollnir! However, Bull manages to dodge at the last minute, resulting in Cross hitting nothing but air! Cross stumbles off balance, so Bull hits him with a knee to the back! Cross is stunned, so Bull quickly grabs him and hits a big running atomic drop! Cross is on the mat, so Bull bounces off the ropes and hits him with a big legdrop!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Bull protests the count now, but eventually gives up and goes back to grab Cross…only to be rolled into an inside cradle of all things!

1…

2…

Kickout at the last second!

Rock Gibson: My word! Jack Bull almost got caught by surprise!

Xplode: I’m fucking surprised Rocky! When the hell did the big Viking bastard learn to do that!?

Cross gets up with a clear look of frustration on his face while gritting his teeth, but he quickly regains his composure before grabbing Bull and whipping him hard into the turnbuckles. He charges for an avalanche, but Bull manages to move out of the way! He quickly bounces off the ropes now and throws a strong lariat, taking Brett Cross off his feet once again! He gives a sign to the crowd and waits for Cross to get up, charging for another big lariat! However, Cross adjusts and quickly ducks under the move! Bull is off balance, so Cross takes advantage by connecting with another big boot to the face! Bull is hurting bad, so Cross hits a big release German Suplex, dropping him right on his head!

1…

2…

Shoulder up at the last second!

Cross SCREAMS in frustration now and picks Bull up once again, this time executing a Sit-Out Powerbomb and holding on for the pin!

1…

2…

Shoulder up at the last second!

Not even this is enough to stop Brett Cross as he grabs Jack Bull once again with his signature crucifix slam! He adds a jumping body splash for good measure and makes the pin once again!

1…

2…

Shoulder up at the last second!

Rock Gibson: Look at this man ladies and gentlemen! Jack Bull wants to prove that he is the rightful number one contender! He will not be defeated!

Xplode: I have to give it to him. The guy is showing some major league balls here tonight.

His frustration now boiling over, Brett Cross starts kicking away at Jack Bull on the canvas, causing the fans to get on his case! He ignores them and continues stomping away, obviously wanting to be rid of the menace that is Jack Bull! He picks Bull up now and hits a HUGE headbutt, sending Bull flying across the ring! Bull uses the ropes to pull himself up, so Cross charges with a bit lariat! Amazingly though, Bull ducks under it, hooks his arm, and connects with the Bulls-Eye!!!

Rock Gibson: Bulls-Eye!!! That’s it!! If Jack can cover he’s got it!!!

Unfortunately for Jack, he’s unable to make the pinfall due to exhaustion! As Cross lies prone near the ropes, the crowd loudly cheers as Bull regains his senses after a few moments and finally sees his chance! He slowly crawls over and just barely manages to drape an arm over Brett Cross!

1…

2…

Cross lifts his leg and places it on the ropes, breaking up the pin!

Gibson: Oh my gawd! Cross will just not give up!

Frustrated and exhausted, Bull rolls over and looks at the fans. He is covered in sweat and panting hard. Cross reacts somehow, and takes him by headlock, flipping him over his frame for a pin!!

1...
2.…
Bull kicks out!

Both men are on the mat now, completely spent. Cross raises his head and looks up at the heavens, almost as if he is channeling power somehow! Across from him, Bull is rising now, walking over to Cross and grabbing a hand full of hair. Flipping the arm over his shoulder, he prepares for another Bulls-eye!

Cross reacts by grabbing him by the throat though! The fans cheer as Bull releases the hold and does the dame thing!! Both men grip one another by their throats until Bull drives his knuckles into Cross’s face with his free hand! Cross returns the strike with a hard punch of his own! Bull then elbows Cross. Cross grabs Bull next and uses a hard Irish Whip, sending Bull across the ring and back again! With his arm raised, he clotheslines Bull up and over the top rope.. Only to have Bull hang on to the arm somehow.. Dragging them both out of the ring!

Gibson: SHIT!

Both men crumble to the ringside area!

Slowly, both men rise to their feet, swinging hard fists at each other. Bull throws a fist, causing Cross to stagger backwards, Cross then returns fire with his own, sending Bull back. The referee is counting and as he reaches six, Brett hits a strong right fist, dropping Bull to his knees. Cross then pulls him up and rolls him into the ring, taking a moment to recover and grabbing Jack by the arm, hauling him up. Cross holds Bull by the arm and twists it, wrenching it behind him into a hammerlock, following up with a brutal headbutt to the back of Bull’s head. Bull staggers forwards and Brett grabs him once more around the waist, turning him and locking in a tight bear hug.

Gibson: Brett Cross is going to literally squeeze the life out of Jack Bull now!

Jack Bull yells out, firing vicious fists at Cross, but Cross ignores them, keeping the hold locked in tight, wrenching with all his strength. Bull hits a straight punch to the bridge of the nose, and Brett drops to his knees, loosening the submission hold enough to lean back and thin drive his head forwards into Cross’s nose with a brutal headbutt. Blood begins to flow from Cross’ nose as he falls backwards, but his eyes don’t gloss over for a second as he tightens his grip on Bull’s waist, dragging him to the mat with him, wrenching again, squeezing Jack Bull in two.

Jack Bull roars and pushes back, trying to break the hold, attempting to lift Brett from the mat himself… Before being forced to tap out, unable to take it any more.

Skye: Your winner by submission… BRETT CROSS!

Brett lets go of Bull and gets up, cheering loudly as the crowd joins in. Another referee rushes down from the entrance area, into the ring, he calls over the match referee and tells him something, they then approach Skye and speak to her.

Skye: Hold on folks, we may not have a winner just yet, our second referee informs me that Jack Bull held Brett Cross’ shoulders down for a three count. We’re just checking the footage!

All eyes turn to the Jumbotron as Brett Cross looks on in despair, a smirk spreading across Bull’s face as he rises to his feet. The footage shows again, as Bull headbutts Cross, sending him to the mat. Bull then pushes back on Cross, forcing his shoulders onto the mat as a timer appears in the corner.

One…

Two…

Three! Jack Bull taps out at exactly the three count!

The fans are confused, Jack Bull and Brett Cross are confused and so is everyone.

Gibson: What’s going on? Do we have one winner, or two?

Xplode: Or none!

The referees consult and then speak to Skye.

Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen, as a result of Jack Bull submitting at the same time as held Brett Cross’ shoulders on the mat for a count of three seconds, this match has been declared a draw!

Jack Bull shakes his head, staring at Brett Cross who returns the gaze with eyes of steel, both men knowing that this isn’t over by any means.

[primetime]

The camera cuts backstage where current reigning EUW Hardkore Champion, Immanuel Taylor, is standing next to official EUW interviewer Jack Rodgers. Immanuel is staring at the camera with his empty and slightly confused stare as Jack begins the interview just as the cameraman signals to him that they’re on the air.

“Ladies and gentlemen I am standing here side-to-side with Immanuel Taylor, the current holder of the EUW Hardkore Title. Now Immanuel, after Jackal’s sustained attack on you after your match with Chance Fusion at the last episode of Sunday Night Vengeance, you were left with lingering injuries and a new challenger to your title. Are you planning on any retaliation before a possible future title match between the two of youl?”

“No”

3 seconds of silence as Immanuel is content with his one syllable answer. Jack stares on, a bit befuddled. Immanuel has not made eye contact with Jack even once since they’ve recently met. Jack quickly saves face by moving into another question.

“Well Immanuel, since Jackal is probably watching this interview would you like to say something as sort of a message?”

Immanuel’s eyes diverted a bit before focusing back on the camera. “May the best man win”

“Well, that seems like a…benevolent message. And speaking of benevolence, there has been some kind of confusion on behalf of a lot of fans at how a wrestler with your specific wrestling style, Immanuel, could become the EUW Hardkore Champion. Do you see your orthodox wrestling style as an impediment to your states as Hardkore champion and the inevitable hardcore rules title defenses you will be engaging in?”

“No”

“Uh…well, what about the matches themselves? I’ve mean anything goes in those matches and weapons will be common and expected. Do you see yourself being able to wield a steel chair at any point in the match? And if not, then what would be your general strategy in matches such as these”

“The answer is No for the first question you asked. And for the second question, I…umm…my general strategy will be to simply wrestle”

Jack stares at the cardboard-stiff Immanuel Taylor with his title draped over his shoulder. Immanuel’s responses are short, straight and to the point. He has not made eye contact with his interviewer so far. Jack, having given up, decides to round off the interview with a closer.

“Do you see yourself as being on a long and prosperous reign as EUW Hardkore Champion”

“I’m not sure. I hope so.”

“I see. Well, ladies and gentlemen, Immanuel Taylor will be defending his Hardkore title belt against Jackal at a future date. Stay tuned to be kept up-to-date on when said match will be announced. And now, back to both Rock Gibson and Xplode at ringside!”

The cameraman raises his hand and, after two seconds, gives a thumbs up sign before turning the lights of the camera off. He shakes his head as he takes a glance at Immanuel before taking care of his own technical duties. With the live feed now focused elsewhere, Immanuel turns to the left and makes his way away as Jack places his microphone away before chasing after Immanuel.

“Hey! Hey!”

Immanuel stops and turns around, his face literally having not chance one atom of an expression throughout the interview and currently after it.

“Yeah you” Jack continues on “Come on man, what the hell was that?”

“An interview”

“That wasn’t an interview! Jesus, we could’ve stretched this five minutes more if you had answered with more than two sentences. You’ve never done one of these things before?”

Immanuel, now making eye contact with Jack Rodgers, glances at him a bit before turning around and making his way away from the set of interview. Jack stares in complete disbelief as Immanuel eventually makes his way out of sight as Jack opens his mouth and mutters something very audibly.

“Asshole”

[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.

[primetime]

The cameras cut backstage now to see EUW interviewer Jack Rodgers slowly walking down one of the back hallways. He has a somewhat subdued look on his face; as if he is not exactly excited about what it is he is being sent to do. Nevertheless, he sucks it up and continues down the dusty hallway. Eventually he comes a door that is half-open with a gentle orange hue emanating from the room. Giving a brief look of confusion, he calmly opens the door and walks inside with the cameraman following close behind.

As Jack walks into the room, he is greeted by what has become something of a familiar sight in EUW arenas around the world. The source of the orange hue is a single candle sitting on the floor a few feet away. Seated near that candle is the EUW World Heavyweight Champion, the strange man named The Scorpion.

Jack nods in caution at the man and slowly walks forward, noticing that the title belt rests on the ground beside the man, the candlelight gently reflecting off the golden plates. The Scorpion looks docile and calm, not straining under meditation like he has in the past. Instead the man is simply gazing into the flame of the candle, he eyes not moving as he watches the flame dance on the top of the wick.

Giving off a brief sigh to will himself forward, Jack now walks up to the bizarre man and attempts to do his job. He turns toward the camera now and begins his usual routine.

Jack Rodgers: Ladies and gentlemen, Jack Rodgers here with your EUW World Heavyweight Champion, The Scorpion! Mr. Scorpion, I was wondering if we could get a few words from you regarding both the challenge of Jack Bull at Retribution and your match against his partner Chuck Johnson here tonight?

Jack holds the microphone down towards The Scorpion’s face now, apparently expecting to hear dead silence as he has in the past. Amazingly however, The Scorpion actually speaks this time…

The Scorpion: Chuck Johnson is a non-factor. My focus rests solely with Bull. I am still alone and only by slaying the demons shall I receive a father’s love once more.

Jack looks incredibly confused now as he tries to find the right words needed to continue the interview.

Jack Rodgers: Mr. Scorpion? That doesn’t make a lot of sense. Are you saying that you are concerned only about Jack Bull and are in essence ignoring Chuck Johnson!? Isn’t that dangerous?

The Scorpion: Is it? Is it dangerous? Or is it logical? After all, why would I, the one in possession of the EUW World Heavyweight Title, fear a man that seeks only to know where his next indulgence comes from? A champion against a drunkard, which is the more logical winner Jack?

Jack Rodgers: No offense, but I think you’re selling Chuck Johnson short! Yes you are the World Heavyweight Champion, but you are far from invincible! Chris Sabora was the greatest champion this company has ever known and HE wasn’t invincible! TITAN was the man to finally best Sabora and HE…

Suddenly, The Scorpion jerks the microphone from Jack’s hand!

The Scorpion: ….was the mountain that I conquered. I am not like them…I am different. I fight not for myself, but for the eternal warmth of parental love. Chuck Johnson is a non-factor for me, since felling him will not bring the lord’s light back to me. Only by avenging my humiliation at the hands of Jack Bull with that occur. These are men that could not topple a man called Chris Sabora. Well, I toppled the man that finally toppled him! I have said my piece, now I wish to be alone. Leave!

The Scorpion now roughly shoves the microphone back into Jack’s chest and resumes his stare at the candle. The interview apparently over, Jack now exits the room and closes the door behind him.

The Scorpion continues to stare at the candle for a few moments longer, but suddenly the door opens again! The Scorpion glares towards the door now due to being disturbed, but it is not Jack Rodgers that walks through the door. Instead it is a man that The Scorpion has never met, not had any desire to meet. The man is…Shawn Ashen.

Dressed as always in a fine designer suit and shoes, Ashen calmly brushes the dust off his pants before looking at The Scorpion, who has assumed an instinctive defensive position. Seemingly not caring, Ashen calmly looks at The Scorpion now and speaks.

Shawn Ashen: You know, a broom could do wonders in here. It’s dusty as all hell!

Glaring at the wealthy man suspiciously, The Scorpion now speaks in a low and threatening voice.

The Scorpion: What do you want? Have you been sent here to attack me? Sent by the slime named Mark Rivera for my ending our partnership?

Shawn Ashen: Oh calm down Mr. Darkness, I’m here for nothing of the sort. Hell I agree with you, Rivera is a slimeball. The jackass has cost me money! That’s a cardinal sin for me!

The Scorpion: That is not my concern. What do you want?

Shawn Ashen: As I’m sure you may have heard, I severed my contract with Rivera earlier tonight. I am no longer financing the Empire brand. I have no tolerance for bad investments. However, I also have a keen eye for good investments. That’s why I came to see you.

The Scorpion lowers his stance somewhat, but still makes certain to keep his guard up as he speaks once again.

The Scorpion: What are you getting at?

Shawn Ashen: Buddy, you are a good investment right now. You have the World Heavyweight Championship. Hell even if you lose to Chuck Johnson tonight, you still have the World Heavyweight Championship. That makes you a bulletproof investment for the time being, the best kind of investment. I came to let you know that I have taken stock in you.

The Scorpion: And what does that mean exactly…

Ashen simply chuckles to himself and turns towards the door now, he grabs the doorknob, but quickly turns back around to say one last thing.

Shawn Ashen: It means I’m counting on you. Don’t let me down…

With that, Ashen calmly opens the door and exits, pulling it shut behind him. The Scorpion continues to look at the door in confusion for a few moments, but then picks up the World Heavyweight Title. He simply stares at the belt in his hands, providing the final shot as the camera fades…

[primetime]

Singles Match
(Non Title Match)
Pinfall or Submission
Chuck Johnson vs. Scorpion

**

Gibson: What a show it’s been so far, but we’ve got a match now that I know plenty of people have been looking forwards to! “The Angry Redneck” Chuck Johnson will be taking on The Scorpion!

Xplode: Chuck lost to Danny Tenfold last week, failing to claim the Pure Title. If he couldn’t beat Tenfold, can he really hope to beat The Scorpion?

Gibson: I think there’s more to this one than just winning or titles, Chuck’s taking on The Scorpion on behalf of his good friend, Jack Bull!

Xplode: Jack Bull has faced The Scorpion before. He knows exactly how crazy this guy is, if he was a “good friend”, he wouldn’t let Chuck step in the ring with him!

"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 ramp way and towards the ring. He is dressed in blue jean shorts and a camoflage hunting jacket. In his right hand is a leash, leading to his faithful Pit-Bull... 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: The following non-title contest is for one fall, already in the ring, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds, from Chester Montana… CHUCK JOHNSOOOOOOOOON!

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

Skye: And making his way to the ring, weighing two hundred and forty pounds, he is the EUW World Champion, THE SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPIOOOOOON!

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

Chuck points to The Scorpion, taunting him, but it has no effect. The Scorpion ignores it entirely, still staring off at some distant point behind Chuck’s head as the bell is rung.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Chuck, never afraid of a challenge rushes straight at the Scorpion with a spear, but Scorpion uses the ropes for leverage, lifting himself over Chuck Johnson. Scorpion then grabs Chuck from behind, hitting a quick German suplex, slamming Chuck hard into the mat. Scorpion gets up to his feet quickly and Chuck follows suit moments later, his eyes showing the determination and resilience that the fans have come to expect from the angry redneck. Both men approach each other and tie up in the centre of the ring, but Scorpion quickly switches behind Chuck, holding him in a standing hammerlock before following up with an Irish whip, catching Chuck on the rebound with a knee to the gut, following up with a Tiger Driver. Scorpion covers for a pin.

One…

Kickout!

Chuck gets a shoulder up to break the pin, so Scorpion pulls him back to his feet, hitting a few strikes to the chest, before scoring with a perfect belly-to-belly suplex, hurling Chuck across the ring. Chuck slowly gets to his feet, only to take a knee to the gut as the Scorpion grabs Chuck from behind, lifting him onto his shoulders for The Eliminator (Psycho Driver)

Gibson: Scorpion’s looking to end this one quickly!

Chuck scrambles, hitting a few elbows to Scorpion’s head, preventing him getting a real grip on his opponent. Chuck then manages to slide out of the hold, grabbing Scorpion from behind and hitting a high angle back suplex, sending both men to the mat. Chuck takes a few moments to catch his breath before rolling up to his feet, only to find the Scorpion staring him down. Chuck narrows his eyes and charges straight at the Scorpion with a clothesline, but Scorpion ducks under it and bounces off of the far set of ropes, looking for a Yakuza kick. Chuck manages to catch Scorpion’s foot and hauls him back, pulling him off of his feet and sending the Scorpion crashing to the mat. Chuck wastes no time wrapping his own leg around the Scorpion’s and reaching across to lock in the Redneck Justice (STF)!

Gibson: Chuck’s got that submission hold of his locked in! Will the Scorpion tap?

Xplode: “Will the Scorpion tap?” You’re as stupid as Chuck Johnson! Anyone that’s been paying attention would know that the Scorpion enjoys pain. He’s more likely to fap out than tap out!

Gibson: There’s a mental image I didn’t need…

True to form, Scorpion seems to be almost smiling as Chuck wrenches, trying to force a submission victory. Growing frustrated, Chuck relinquishes the hold, getting up and stomping on the Scorpion instead, trying to wear him down. The Scorpion rolls to his feet as Chuck switches to punching, throwing a flurry of lefts and rights at Scorpion. Scorpion gets his arms up to block the punches, so Chuck grabs an arm and whips Scorpion to the ropes. Chuck then lunges at Scorpion with a powerful spear, knocking him to the mat, before mounting and laying into him with more punches.

The referee watches for a few moments and then tells Chuck to stop, so the angry redneck gets up and raises his arms as the crowd cheers him on. Chuck watches as the Scorpion gets to his feet, showing no visible reaction to Chuck’s offence as the Scorpion stands up, simply glaring at Johnson in response. Johnson cracks his knuckles and rushes at Scorpion with another spear. Chuck fails to connect though, as Scorpion leapfrogs over Chuck, sending him crashing to the mat instead. The Scorpion then drops a knee onto Chuck’s calf, before crossing Chuck’s legs around his own leg, into an Indian deathlock. Scorpion pauses for a moment before leaping backwards, pulling Chuck’s leg the wrong way, causing the redneck to yell out in pain. Scorpion, smiling at the anguished look upon Chuck’s face stands back up and leaps back again, a second time; inflicting even more damage to the leg.

Xplode: Fan-fucking-tastic. Submission holds. They hurt me more than the guys in the ring…

Chuck yells out again, and the Scorpion stands back up, brushing his long hair from his face and leaping back a third time, grabbing Johnson’s leg and staying down this time, locking in a submission of his own, taking delight in the cries of pain from Johnson as he writhes on the mat. Chuck won’t tap out though, despite the referee asking him as he writhes, trying to turn the move, but getting no real joy. Chuck slams the mat hard with a fist as the fans begin to call his name, willing him on.

HAIL THE ALE! HAIL THE ALE! HAIL THE ALE!

Hearing the shouts, Chuck seems almost rejuvenated, dragging himself and the Scorpion across the ring to reach the ropes, so the referee tells Scorpion to let go. The Scorpion duly obliges, standing up and watching as Chuck holds his leg, using the ring ropes to help him back up to a vertical base.

Gibson: Chuck looks like he’s in trouble there. That deathlock has really taken it out of him, he can barely stand!

Xplode: Forget him, that move took it out of me, too. I almost passed out from boredom!

The Scorpion, seizing his advantage charges in on Chuck with an elbow strike, causing the redneck to stagger back, so the Scorpion grabs him, all set for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Chuck hooks a leg, preventing the lift. Chuck follows up with a headbutt to the bridge of the Scorpion’s nose, causing the Scorpion to release the hold and stagger backwards, clutching his nose as it begins to bleed.

Xplode: About time! Blood! Now it’s a real match!

Chuck takes full advantage and fires off some right hands, aiming for the Scorpion’s face, trying to capitalise on the damaged nose, before hitting a swift knee to the gut. Chuck follows up by grabbing Scorpion’s hair and dragging him across the ring for a bulldog, planting him. Chuck then rolls Scorpion onto his back and stomps away on his head, before running to the ropes. Chuck rebounds… And then pulls up. Chuck drops to one knee, holding his leg, the effects of the earlier submission hold clearly telling now. Chuck gets back up to his feet, but the momentum has gone and the Scorpion is slowly getting up too.

Both men stare each other done, Chuck leaning to one side, trying not to put too much pressure on his injured leg as the Scorpion holds his nose, the odd drop of blood falling to the mat. Chuck approaches the Scorpion and the pair tie up in a collar-and-elbow position, trying to force each other back until Chuck takes control and manages to whip the Scorpion to the ropes, catching him on the return with a backbreaker. Chuck then pulls the Scorpion back up hits a few punches to the face, again, targeting the nose, before hitting a knee to the gut, doubling the Scorpion over. Chuck then reaches over to grab the Scorpion’s back, pulling back, lifting the Scorpion upside down for a few moments as the fans cheer wildly.

Gibson: This could be it!

Chuck then falls backwards, driving the Scorpion’s head into the mat with a textbook piledriver, the impact causing even more cheers from the crowd. Chuck slowly rolls over for the cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Scorpion somehow manages to get a shoulder up in time to break the pin.

Gibson: Unbelievable! How did the Scorpion kick out after that piledriver?

Xplode: Even if you hate him, you have to respect the Scorpion’s capacity for pain. He’s the champion, after all, you don’t become champion by not kicking out of pins!

Despite kicking out, the Scorpion’s still down, so Chuck drops an elbow to the chest, before rolling him over and moving towards the legs. Chuck then grabs the Scorpion’s leg and reaches around to lock in the Redneck Justice (STF) for a second time!

Xplode: Asides from being boring, hasn’t Chuck realised that the Scorpion lives for pain?

Gibson: I think it’s a great move! The Scorpion’s weaker now, this might be the ticket to victory for Chuck Johnson!

Chuck unclasps his hands from around the Scorpion’s neck, instead opting for more of a crossface position, clasping his hands in such a way as to put all the pressure across the Scorpion’s face and, in particular, the injured nose. It clearly has an effect, as the Scorpion is quickly trying to break the hold this time.

The Scorpion writhes around, trying to break the hold by forcing Chuck's arms away from his face, but Chuck has it locked in tightly and is showing no signs of easing up just yet. The Scorpion manages to get a grip on Chuck's outer arm, forcing it away from his face, using it as leverage to push both arms off and break the hold. Chuck slaps the mat in frustration as the Scorpion holds his face, the two men getting back up. Chuck then grabs the Scorpion's arm and whips him to the ropes, following up with a clothesline, but the Scorpion ducks and rebounds off of the far ropes with a low clothesline to the knees of Chuck Johnson, targeting the injured leg once more. Chuck yells out and drops to his knees, so the Scorpion rebounds off the ropes once again with a deadly yakuza kick. Chuck takes a boot to the back of the head and drops to the mat, so the Scorpion rolls him over and covers.

One...

Two...

Kickout!

Chuck gets a shoulder up in time to break the hold.

Gibson: I thought Chuck had checked out after that move! He's not going to let Scorpion win that easily!

Xplode: Was that your idea of a joke? Leave the jokes to me!

Gibson: Why, do you know any good jokes then?

Xplode: Yeah, he's called "Warrior".

Chuck might have broken the pin, but he's still down after that brutal kick. The Scorpion towers over Johnson's lifeless body and steps over his thighs, wrapping his arms under Chuck's body and around his waist, pulling him straight up and then back into a snap German suplex. Chuck's body hits the canvas hard as the Scorpion releases the grip. The Scorpion pulls Chuck Johnson back up and whips him to the turnbuckle, stepping back before charging in with a running elbow strike, catching Chuck in the jaw. Chuck slumps to the mat, sat in the corner. The Scorpion hauls him back up and lifts him, sitting Johnson atop the turnbuckle before climbing up to join him. The Scorpion pulls Johnson up, a menacing glint in his eye. Scorpion then wraps his arms over Chuck's, setting himself for an over-arm belly-to-belly from the top rope.

Gibson: I can't watch! This has to be the match ender now!

The Scorpion attempts to throw Johnson backwards, but Chuck has hooked his feet under the top rope to prevent Scorpion's efforts. Chuck delivers a strong headbutt to the Scorpion, causing the nose to start bleeding again. Chuck then shoves the Scorpion back and he falls to the mat. Chuck looks around at the fans and then at the fallen Scorpion. He points to the Scorpion's body as the crowd cheers wildly. Chuck takes a moment to steady himself and leaps off, delivering a big elbow drop to the Scorpion and then hooking the leg for a pinfall.

One...

Two...

Thr-Kickout!

The Scorpion kicks out very late, with the shock and annoyance of the crowd quite apparent, almost mimicking Chuck Johnson’s own reaction. Chuck turns to the referee in disbelief, but all he gets is a shake of the head in response, there was no three count. Johnson gets up, still moving a little carefully, but he pulls the Scorpion up to his feet and kicks him in the gut, causing the Scorpion to double over. Chuck then goes for The Hangover (Stone Cold Stunner) but as he turns his back on the Scorpion and reaches up to grab his head, the Scorpion pushes Johnson forwards, before grabbing his arms and hitting a dragon suplex. The Scorpion keeps the arms held and rolls around for a second dragon suplex before pulling Chuck up for a third to finish the set. The Scorpion covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Chuck gets a shoulder up to break the hold, sending the crowd into wild cheers once more, willing on their favourite redneck. The Scorpion pulls Chuck to his feet and hoists him up for a big vertical suplex, but Chuck manages to drop out of the back, grabbing the Scorpion from behind for a waistlock takedown. Chuck then grabs the Scorpion’s leg and attempts to lock in the Redneck Justice (STF) for a third time, but the Scorpion twists and manages to avoid Chuck getting his arms locked, breaking the hold instead as both men back into their corners. Chuck raises one arm as the fans cheer him on, but the Scorpion just stands motionless, glaring at Johnson instead.

Gibson: Can you see that look in the Scorpion’s eyes? He’s ready to kill Chuck Johnson!

Xplode: He was hoping to use this as a chance to send a message to Jack Bull, but it looks like Chuck Johnson’s the one sending the message tonight!

Chuck and the Scorpion then approach each other, tying up in the middle of the ring, pushing each other back and forth momentarily, before Johnson takes the lead by pulling on the Scorpion’s legs, hitting a variant standing spinebuster. Chuck decides against the cover, stomping away on the Scorpion’s face before pulling him back up and hitting a scoop slam. Chuck stomps away again, before looking for an elbow drop, but the Scorpion rolls aside, getting up to face Johnson as the two men stare each other down.

Chuck rushes at the Scorpion with a short arm clothesline, but the Scorpion ducks and moves behind Chuck, grabbing him around the waist for a German suplex. Chuck lashes out, connecting with an elbow to the head and as soon as the Scorpion lets go, Chuck reaches up to grab the head, dropping to the mat and hitting the Hangover (Stone Cold Stunner)!

Gibson: My Gawd! This must be it!

Chuck quickly dives on his fallen opponent, hooking the leg.

One...

Two...

Two-and-a-half...

THREE!

Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner... CHUCK JOHNSON!!

The entire arena literally explodes in cheers as "Whup A Man's Ass" begins to play once more. The referee helps Chuck to his feet, holding his arms in the air as the redneck looks stunned for a few moments, amazed at the victory.

Gibson: It looks like Chuck Johnson can't believe it! What a win!

Xplode: Was it smart though? The Scorpion won't forget this! Chuck had better watch his back from now on!

Chuck clearly doesn't care as he climbs the turnbuckles, cheering along with his fans, celebrating his win in style.

[primetime]

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[primetime]

Main Event
EUW Tag Team Championship
Pinfall or Submission
LVC vs. Damaged Goods

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Skye: Now.. for the main event of the evening! This will be for the EUW Tag Team Championships! Coming out first.. the challengers.. DAMAGED 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.

Skye: Now, their opponents. They are the EUW Tag Team Champions of the world! Please welcome, the LAs Vegas Commission!

The opening of "Money" begins to play, through the harsh techno opening as well as the first verse. As they play, the lights remain on, and the curtain at the top of the stage is thrown aside as Dave walks onto the stage, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, hands clasped over his lap. Beside him walks Zack, walking a white suit with a pink dress shirt and white tie, carrying a clipboard under his right arm. At 0:55, when the guitar and drums play at the chorus, Mr. Luck, wearing a sapphire-blue blazer, white dress shirt and black tie over his tights, walks onto the stage to a chorus of boos and the occasional cheer. He raises his arms, giving a sarcastic, uncaring wave to the fans as all three men head down the ramp. Midway down the ramp, Luck pulls out a handful of dollar bills from his blazer pocket, going to hand a fan them but quickly pulls his hand back, flipping the bird at the fan and waving him aside. A chorus of venomous boos pierces the air as they reach the bottom of the ramp. Luck walks over to the fans barricade, holding out the wad of money, but as a young fan goes to grab it, he quickly pulls it back, shaking his head. Dave follows closely behind Luck as both men walk around the entire length of the ring, ignoring the fans.

Zack eventually jumps onto the apron, sitting on the middle rope and hoisting it open for the LVC. Dave and Luck walk up the steps and across the apron in single-file, climbing into the ring calmly as they ignore the parade of boos and jeers. Zack walks across the apron, standing in their corner on the apron as Dave takes off his sunglasses and pulls back his arm, as if he's going to throw them to the fans, but simply drops them to the floor and kicks them to his corner, taking off his suit. Luck himself climbs onto the turnbuckle in his corner, clapping his hands and egging the fans on to boo him before he hops down, taking off his blazer and shirt as Dave joins him in the corner, all three men discussing tactics as they wait for their opponents.

DING DING DING!

Luck ignores White, turning his head and glancing up the ramp before turning his attention to White. White slowly walks forward, telling Luck to throw a punch. Luck gives a small laugh, instead choosing to hold out a hand to Dave, who quickly tags in and climbs into the ring. The crowd jeer at this blatant time-wasting and the referee walks over, telling them to get sorted out. Dave pushes the referee aside, only to walk into a thunderous dropkick from White which sends him stumbling back into his corner. White runs forward, nailing a rough clothesline to Dave, sending him stumbling out of the corner. White twists around, leaping forward and planting Dave into the mat with a One-Handed Bulldog! White quickly hops to his feet, clapping his hands together and taking a few steps back, jolting forward and planting a low dropkick into Daves side, sending him rolling onto his back near the left side of the ring. White turns around, running forward and rebounding off the opposite ropes before rolling forward and front-flipping in the air, bringing his body down on Dave with the Rolling Thunder! He quickly twists over, hooking Daves leg.

1…2--

Daves left hand quickly grasps the bottom rope, and the referee pats Whites back, pointing out Dave breaking the pin. White gets to his feet, dragging Dave to his feet and attempting an Irish Whip. Dave slams his feet into the ground, but White delivers a swift kick into Daves abdomen, stopping him from standing his ground before whipping him across the ring. Dave rebounds off the ropes and runs right into a huge Spinning Crescent Kick from White, sending Dave to the mat. Instead of going for the pin, White hops over Daves body, running over to his corner and tagging in Lawson. White darts over to Dave, grabbing his ankle and locking in an ankle lock. Before Lawson can run over for the Leg Drop, Luck climbs into the ring, rushing over and nailing an elbow into the back of Whites head. White stumbles forward slightly, causing Lawson to rush over as Luck climbs onto the apron, raising his arms. Lawson walks over, yelling at Luck who simply whistles innocently, pretending to check his watch to several jeers from the crowd.

Xplode: What an asshole.

Gibson: Well, it looks like Daves in trouble, so Luck might want to do something or else he’ll be an asshole without a title.

Lawson resists the urge to punch Luck, instead turning around and hoisting Dave up to his feet, delivering a thunderous punch into Daves gut. Dave doubles over, allowing Lawson to lean down and lock his arm around Daves neck, slowly lifting him up. The crowd watch on in amazement as Lawson effortlessly lifts the giant Dave into the air, waiting for a few seconds before falling back, slamming him into the mat! The ring shakes as Daves body hits the mat, and Lawson quickly gets to his feet, grabbing Dave once more and hoisting him to his feet before running backwards, rebounding off the ropes and going for a clothesline. Dave ducks under the clothesline quickly, turning around. Lawson attempts another clothesline, slamming the full force of his arm into Daves chest. Dave stumbles backwards against the ropes, almost falling through the middle rope, but quickly pulls himself up to a standing base. Lawson runs forward, looking to clothesline Dave over the top rope, but Dave quickly clenches his fists together, slamming them into Lawsons head as he darts forward with The Steel Hammer (Polish Hammer) Lawson slams into the mat and Dave looks down at him, pulling him to his feet and pulling him between his legs, lifting him up and linking his arms around his legs before slamming his head down into the mat with a vicious Cradle Piledriver. Lawson hits the mat and Dave grabs his legs, dragging him away from his corner and towards the Las Vegas Commissions corner, tagging in Luck. Luck climbs into the ring, telling Dave to hoist Lawson up. Dave drags Lawson to his feet, leaning under him and lifting him into a sitting position on his shoulders. Dave steadies his feet under Lawsons heavy frame, but does so for long enough to allow Luck to take a quick run behind Dave, rebounding off the ropes before hurtling to the ropes near Dave, hopping onto the top rope and springboarding off with a clothesline, nailing Lawson with the Double Ace Flush! Lawson hits the mat forcefully, allowing Luck to quickly hook the leg.

1…2..KICK OUT!

Lawson shoves his hands under Luck, forcefully throwing him off. Luck rolls across the ring, using the momentum to quickly roll onto his feet. He turns around, watching as Lawson gets to his feet. He quickly runs forward as Lawson gets up, nailing the Shining Diamond. (Shining Wizard) Lawson hits the mat with a tremendous crash, allowing Luck to get to his feet and quickly tag in Dave Markinson. Dave climbs into the ring, grabbing Lawson by the head and pulling him between his legs before lifting him onto his right shoulder, slamming him down roughly to the mat with the Stone Mountain Bomb (Over-the-shoulder Crucifix Powerbomb) Dave quickly slides over for the cover.

1…2..KICK OUT!

Lawson gets a shoulder up, allowing Dave to get to his feet, dragging Lawson up and over to the Las Vegas Commissions corner where he tags in Luck. White leans over the ropes, clapping his hands together and urging Lawson on as Dave locks Lawsons arms behind his back, allowing Luck to give him a ruthless, mocking slap across the cheek. The crowd jeer venomously as Dave pulls Lawson down to the ground, allowing Luck to turn around and ascend to the top rope. In a heartbeat, White quickly climbs into the ring, rushing forward and nailing a front dropkick to Luck, sandwiching him between feet and turnbuckle and sending him backwards to the mat! White rolls backwards as the referee advances, telling him to get out of the ring. Dave grabs the referees left shoulder, trying to pull him aside in an attempt to get to White. The referee turns, telling Dave to get back in his corner.

Gibson: We all knew the referee would have a difficult time keeping law and order in this match, and by God it looks that way.

Xplode: White was only doing his job. Daves getting involved for no reason…I hope Lawson kicks Lucks ass!

Lawson gets to his feet as Dave climbs out onto the apron. Lawson looks down at Luck, then at Dave before running forward and slamming his boot into Daves face, sending the giant off the apron and collapsing to the outside! The crowd cheer wildly as Lawson leans down, grabbing Lucks neck and pulling him into the center of the ring before dragging him up to his feet and lifting him up for a Suplex. At the peak of the suplex, Lawson keeps Luck hanging in the air, slowly moving his right arm and flexing it in a show of raw power before throwing himself backwards, slamming Luck violently into the mat! Lawson gets to his feet, grabbing Luck and pulling him to his feet before shoving him into the Damaged Goods corner. Lawson locks his right forearm on Lucks chest to keep him pinned, tagging in White who climbs in behind his partner. He taps Lawsons shoulder, whispering something. Lawson drags Luck into the middle of the ring, lifting him into a Military Press position before simply dropping him and walking forward, allowing Lucks body to slam him into the mat stomach-first. White rushes over, locking in an Ankle Lock as Lawson rebounds off the ropes, hitting a Leg Drop onto the back of Lucks skull.

Gibson: Mass Impact there, and a good display of teamwork from the challengers!

Lawson walks back to his corner and climbs onto the apron as White rolls Luck onto his stomach, turning and running against the ropes before hitting a front roll into a front flip, bringing his weight down onto Lucks stomach with the Rolling Thunder. He keeps his body there, leaning in and hooking Lucks leg.

1….2….KICK OUT!

Luck barely thrusts a shoulder up in time, breaking the pin. Dave is now back on the apron, rubbing his jaw and pointing threateningly at Lawson who simply laughs it off as White drags Luck to his feet. Luck quickly goes for a Clothesline, but White ducks under it, spins and dashes forward, nailing a One Handed Bulldog! He gets to his feet, pointing at Lawson and nodding before walking over, tagging him in quickly. Luck gets on all fours, crawling towards his corner, but Lawson rushes over, grabbing Lucks legs and pulling him into the middle of the ring before dropping an elbow onto the small of his back. Luck writhes in pain as Lawson grabs Luck, pulling him to his feet before dragging him towards the Damaged Goods corner, throwing him into it and quickly tagging in White.

Gibson: Great, quick tags here! Damaged Goods have got Luck in a corner now, and this could be the turning point of the match!

Lawson pulls Luck out of the corner, leaning in and lifting him up for a Backbreaker. In mid-move, White walks over, nailing a Diamond Cutter and driving Lucks back harder onto Whites knee, hitting the Infusion perfectly! Lawson drops Luck to the mat and climbs onto the apron as White covers him.

1….2…3-NO! KICK OUT!

The crowd boo slightly as Luck thrusts a shoulder up just a moment before the three count. Dave pounds his right foot onto the mat, urging Luck on. White grasps Lucks head, pulling him to his feet. He takes a few steps back before spinning and going for a Spinning Crescent Kick. Luck ducks under the kick, turning around. White turns to face Luck who darts forward, going for a Bicycle Kick. White sidesteps under it and Luck turns, only to have White shoulder barge his stomach and lock his arms around his waist. As he tries to lift him for a Northern Lights Suplex, Luck responds by jumping, slamming both knees into Whites jaw. White lets go of the Suplex, stumbling backwards and clutching his mouth. Luck moves forward, but White rushes back, quickly tagging in Scott Lawson. Luck puts his hands on his hips in frustration as Lawson climbs into the ring, grinning with a malicious intent. Lawson rushed forward, going for a powerful Clothesline, but Luck ducks under it. Lawson stops himself from running into the Commissions corner, turning around. Luck darts forward, leaping up and locking his legs around Lawsons neck before spinning, sending him spiralling to the mat with the Caesars Head Scissors! Lawson hits the mat violently, with Luck quickly getting to his feet. He rushes forward, grabbing Lawsons right arm and right leg and drags him towards the Commissions corner, under the turnbuckle. Luck quickly climbs to the top rope before backflipping, nailing a vicious double stomp into Lawsons large chest!

Gibson: Nice Red Carpet Landing from Luck there.

Xplode: About time he did something other than getting his ass curbstomped.

Luck stumbles to his feet, turning around to face White. Luck rushes forward, going for a Bicycle Kick, but White hops off the apron, pointing and laughing at Luck as the crowd cheer. Dave quickly tries to climb into the ring to get at Lawson, but the referee rushes over, stopping him from doing so as Luck walks over to the Damaged Goods corner, leaning over the top rope and yelling at White. White simply folds his arms, grinning and shaking his head. Zack Cornell, noticing the referees distraction, darts around the ring clockwise, moving to Whites blind spot before clocking him violently in the side of his head with his clipboard! White stumbles to the right, falling onto all fours before Cornell pulls an iron pipe from the sleeve of his suit jacket, slamming it into the back of Whites skull! White hits the ground as the crowd jeer loudly. Cornell slips the iron pipe back up his sleeve, raising his arms in a display of false innocence as he backs away. Lawson gets to his feet just as Luck turns around, allowing him to rush forward and nail a violent Spear which sends Luck violently to the mat! He gets to his feet quickly, looking for White before noticing that his partner is on the ground, clutching the back of his head. Lawson turns around, glaring at Cornell on the outside. In a lust for revenge, Lawson slides out of the ring and darts straight after Cornell! Cornells eyes widen and he quickly slides into the ring as Lawson runs around the outside. Lawson slides into the ring, chasing Cornell. Cornell slides out the ring once more, but walks into Randy White, who is now on his feet and clutching his head! Dave quickly climbs into the ring, but the referee turns around, stopping him from interfering as Lawson turns his attentions back to Luck. On the outside, White grabs Cornell by the throat, but simply shoves him away, not wanting to get disqualified. Cornell stumbles to the ground, allowing White to hop up onto the apron. Lawson grabs Luck, pulling him to his feet and shoving him into his corner, tagging in White. Lawson points threateningly at Cornell, yelling at him not to try anything with him before climbing onto the apron, locking Lucks arms behind him as White nails a Spinning Crescent Kick! Lawson shoves Luck forward, sending him forwards to the mat, but Luck scuttles forward on all fours, diving forward and tagging in Dave who climbs in.

Xplode: Look at that boy run!

Gibson: Luck got out of there fast!

Dave walks over and White rushes forward, going for a dropkick, but Dave quickly jolts back, allowing White to simply hit the mat stomach-first. Dave grasps the back of Whites attire, yanking him violently up before locking an arm with his and lifting him violently, setting him over his shoulder before slamming him down brutally with a Pumphandle Slam. Whites back arches as the move impacts, but Dave pins him to the mat.

1…2….KICK OUT!

White manages to thrust a shoulder up and Dave gets to his feet, dragging White up as he does before turning him around and shoving him into the set of ropes to the left, grabbing his arms and looping them over the top rope before locking his hands roughly around his throat. The referee rushes over, grabbing Daves hands and Dave quickly lets go as the crowd jeer. Lawson tries to climb in, as does Luck, but stops when the referee rushes over to stop Lawson. This allows Cornell, once again, to hop onto the ring apron, locking his arms around Whites neck and keeping him pinned against the ropes as Dave slams his fists into his gut. The referee turns around and Cornell hops down quickly as Dave pulls White down to the mat, going for a quick pin.

1…2..KICK OUT!

Dave quickly gets to a vertical base as White kicks out, hauling him to his feet. He delivers a quick elbow to his jaw, sending him stumbling backwards against the ropes, before stepping back a few feet and darting forward, slamming his boot into Whites head with a vicious Running Big Boot, sending White clean over the top rope. Dave turns around, walking over to Scott Lawson and pointing at him. Lawson tries to climb through the ropes, but the referee gets between both men, telling Dave to focus on the match. While the referee is busy dealing with both men, Luck hops off of the ring apron, walking over to White. Both Zack and Luck quickly stomp away at Whites back before Zack drags him to his feet by his hair, standing aside while clutching Whites hair and allowing Luck to nail The Desert Boot! White hits the ground, but Luck quickly grabs him, rolling into the ring. The referee rushes over as Luck climbs onto the ring, warning that another toe out of line will cause a disqualification. Luck shrugs, grasping the tag rope in his corner as Lawson remains absolutely seething in the Damaged Goods corner.

Xplode: Goddamn, I hate those guys..I hope Damaged Goods tears them to shreds and take those damn titles!

Gibson: The entire Commissions been getting involved..Even Zack.

Xplode: ESPECIALLY Zack. Little spineless, gutless wimp doesn’t belong anywhere near a ring!

Dave grabs White, pulling him to his feet and locking his arms around him. As he lifts him for a Bear Hug, White slams both his forearms into the sides of Daves head, stunning him temporarily. White does it again, and Dave lets go, stumbling backwards and allowing White to nail a Spinning Crescent Kick! Dave hits the floor and White runs forward, hopping over him and rebounding off the opposite set of ropes before turning, rolling and nailing the Rolling Thunder! He quickly rolls forward onto his feet, turning around and stomping on Daves gut, walking over him and heading for Lawson. Dave rolls onto his side, quickly grasping Whites legs and tripping him up as he stretches desperately for Lawson who climbs onto the bottom rope, leaning over and trying to make a tag. Dave gets to his feet, pulling White across the mat and nailing a swift elbow drop, quickly getting up and tagging in Luck. Dave places a foot on the back of Whites neck, keeping him pinned and allowing Luck to ascend to the top turnbuckle before backflipping and nailing the Red Carpet Landing onto Whites back! Dave climbs out onto the apron as Luck rolls White onto his back..

1…2..KICK OUT!

White quickly kicks out and Luck gets up, nailing an elbow into the side of Whites jaw before lifting him up and dragging him to his feet and towards the middle of the ring. Luck takes a few steps back before running forward, going for a Bicycle Kick, but White quickly meets him with a Spinning Crescent Kick! Both mens moves connect simultaneously, sending them crumbling into a heap in the middle of the ring!

Xplode: Aaaaaaand they wiped eachother out.

Gibson: It’s a race now..whoever can reach their respective corner will gain the definite edge here!

White pulls himself slowly towards the Damaged Goods corner as Lawson claps his hands. Dave is busy slapping the top turnbuckle, urging Luck to move forward quicker as both men agonizingly try and reach their respective partners. Lawsons reach proves superior as he stretches out his arm, allowing White to lunge up and slap it! The crowd go absolutely wild as Lawson climbs into the ring, hurtling towards Dave and slamming his foot into Daves face, sending the big man to the outside and against the crowd barrier. Lawson grabs Lucks legs, dragging him into the middle of the ring before lifting him between his legs, grasping his tights and lifting him high before slamming him down ruthlessly with a vicious Powerbomb. He rolls Luck onto his knees, locking an arm around him for a suplex, but Luck goes for a low blow. Lawson somehow clenches his legs together, locking Lucks arm in place! Cornell quickly climbs onto the apron, yelling at the referee who turns around. Lawson jumps up, slamming his weight onto Lucks right arm and sending him to the mat before walking over to Cornell, locking both hands around his throat and throwing him into the ring! The crowd are on their feet, cheering wildly as Lawson hauls Cornell up to his feet before lifting him into a Military Press, running forward and throwing Cornell out of the ring and onto the foot of the ramp with a vicious crash! To make matters worse, the referee rushes over to the ropes, yelling for Cornell to go to the back!

Xplode: YES! FINALLY! FINALLY! SOME FUCKING JUSTICE!

Gibson: Things are going horrible for the champions here! Absolutely horrible! We could be seeing new Tag Team Champions here!

Lawson nods and grins, turning around, but walks into a successful Low Blow from Luck! Lawson collapses to his knees, grimacing in agony as Luck gets to his feet, angrily rubbing his right arm before spitting straight into Lawsons face!

Xplode: Oh, come on! This guy is fucking pathetic!

Gibson: For once, Xplode, I agree with you.

Luck takes a few steps back, darting forward and going for a Shining Diamond. Lawson slams down onto his back, ducking under the move, but Luck stops himself from jumping as Lawson does, instead placing the sole of his boot onto the bridge of Lawsons nose and grinding into it. Lawsons grasps Lucks foot, shoving it away, but as he gets up, Luck runs forward, nailing him perfectly with the Shining Diamond! He goes for the cover.

1….2….3-NO! KICK OUT!

The crowd cheers wildlyDave slowly climbs onto the apron, pulling himself up and holding out a hand. Luck rushes over, slapping it, but as Dave walks over, Lawson rolls onto his stomach, grabbing Daves legs and tripping the big man. Lawson hauls himself to his feet, grabbing Dave and pulling him up before nailing a huge right hand to Daves jaw. Dave stumbles back, against the ropes, and Lawson runs forward, nailing a vicious clothesline and sending Dave up and over the top rope! Lawson turns to Luck, but the referee tells Lawson to forget it. Somewhat hesitantly, Lawson shakes his head, waiting and catching his breath for Dave. Zack manages to pull himself to his feet, slapping Daves shoulder and urging him up. The referee walks over to the ropes, repeating that Cornell must go backstage. Cornell shakes his head as the crowd jeer bitterly, but he eventually turns, heading up the ramp with his hands on his hips. Cornell stops at the top of the ramp, turning his head and looking at Xplode and Gibson. Xplode turns his head, giving a small, mocking wink. Zack spits onto the ground and continues heading up the ramp as Dave pulls himself to his feet.

Xplode: Keep walking.

Gibson: Try not to get involved, Xplode.

Xplode: Easier said than done, Rocko.

Dave walks over to the apron, sliding into the ring and hauling himself to his feet. Lawson rushes forward and goes for a Clothesline, but Dave ducks under it. Lawson uses the momentum to rebound off the ropes, only to walk into a boot from Dave into his gut. Lawson doubles over and Dave moves behind him, locking his arms in position and lifting him over his left shoulder, walking forward a few steps before slamming him down to the mat with a Pumphandle Slam! Before going for the pin, Dave rushes over to White, nailing him with a Running Big Boot and sending him down to the outside! Dave turns around, walking over to Lawson, but doesn’t go for a pin. Instead, he tags in Luck and slaps his hand on the top rope, pulling Lawson up to his feet. Luck nods, jumping onto the top rope and twisting so his back faces Lawson before jumping off and twisting in mid-air, grasping Lawsons head and driving him into the mat with The Praetorians Wrath! Dave climbs onto the apron as Luck goes for the cover.

1…..2….3-KICK OUT!

The crowd go ballistic and Luck jumps to his feet, grabbing the referees collar as Lawson summons up his strength and kicks out! Dave slowly climbs onto the apron in the Commissions corner and Luck walks over, exchanging a few heated words with his partner. Dave swipes a thumb across his throat..

Screaming at one another, Luck reluctantly let’s Dave tag in as he steps through the ropes. Dave enters the ring, and immediately approaches Lawson. Grabbing him, he brings him up to his feet, only to scoop him up easily and plant him with a body slam! The fans boo loudly as Dave laughs at them! Randy White hops over the top in frustration at Dave. Luck sees this and flies into the ring as well, colliding with White before he could get there and sending the both of them tumbling to the mat below!

Dave brings Lawson back to his feet once more now, and slides him in for the snap DDT! The referee rushes to Luck and White to remove them from the ring.. Just as Dave falls backward with Lawson in tow! Both men slam into the referee, causing him to go down!

Gibson: OH SHIT!

Dave covers for the pin! Across the ring, Luck has managed to gain the upper hand, tossing White over the top rope and to ringside! Slamming his hand down upon the mat, Dave screams for the pin but finds no response as the ref remains down! Luck walks over to the ref and slaps him around, desperately trying to rouse the official! It does not work though. Rising up off of Lawson, Dave approaches Luck as both men stand in disgust. Both Damaged Goods members are down and out.

Gibson: That’s karma for you..

Xplode: Couldn’t happen to nicer guys..

Luck orders Dave to pick up Lawson. Dave does so, and easily hoists Lawson to his feet. Luck backs up for the strike when….

The lights go out..

The lights come back on!

Blazing through the entrance way, Oblivion heads down to the ring! The fans jump out of their seats and scream in response upon seeing him!!

Gibson: OBLIVION IS HERE!! THE BIG DOG HAS ARRIVED!!!!

Sliding out of a leather trench coat and dropping it to the floor, Oblivion slides into the ring only to have Dave rush him! Oblivion easily catches him by the throat! Luck tries to stop any attack by Oblivion and rushes as well.. Only to be grabbed by the throat the same as Dave! In a show of strength, Oblivion choke slams the both of them to the mat hard! The fans cheer like crazy as Oblivion stares out at them! Behind him, Scott Lawson slowly gets up to his feet. Randy White is seen climbing into the ring.

With a nod, Oblivion slaps the ref a few times and then exit’s the ring to a thunderous applause! Dave is the first to rise to his feet, stumbling backward. He points at Oblivion, flipping him off after, only to be grabbed by a waiting Scott Lawson and hoisted into the air! Randy White runs to the ropes, and bounces off hard… leaping up and nailing the CORE! (Dudley Death Drop.) Dave slams into the mat face first as Scott hooks the leg for the pin!

The referee finally begins to stir as Randy White helps him over to Lawson. He begins to slam his hand down and count..

1.…
2.…..

Three!!

Gibson: Oh my gawd.. New champions! Damaged Goods have done it!!

Skye: Your winners.. And the new EUW Tag Team Champions.. DAMAGED GOODS!

Scott Lawson and Randy White embrace as the titles are handed to them! The fans cheer loudly as both men remain in the ring, celebrating! Luck slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes in disbelief! He sees the new champions parading about and then turns to ringside to glare at Oblivion! A deep look of hatred brews upon his face as Oblivion returns the gaze..

Gibson: Oblivion has come on down and finally answered the LVC in a big way! This one is getting ugly..

Xplode: The LVC asked for it. They took their eyes off the prize.

Gibson: There you have it, new champions. Two men who have always dreamed of this moment.. It becomes a reality for them! Damaged Goods! This has been an amazing show, X!

Xplode: It truly has.

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

The feed fades out as we see Luck glaring at his partner, Dave, who is finally stirring. At the entrance is Oblivion who is still watching the action in the ring. Scott Lawson raises the title in his direction, and nods at The Big Dog. Oblivion returns the gesture..

[primetime]

The feed now switches to the back lot where we see Warrior and his posse stood in the arena’s rear entrance. The others are sat around idly on boxes and cages, clearly bored whilst Warrior is pacing back and forth; he pulls his phone out and checks it, shaking his head and shoving it back into his pocket.

Hi Octane: Man, stop pacing. He’ll be here… Or not and we can go home.

Warrior grunts and stops pacing, he checks his phone again. Sighing, he shoves the phone back into his pocket and growls, pacing harder now. Hi Octane gets up and begins to approach him as an engine is heard in the background. Chance Fusion and Superbitch approach the other two as they look towards the noise and a white limo with blacked out windows pulls into view. It slows down, stopping right in front of the four.

Hi Octane: Is this him?

Warrior: It had best be.

The engine dies and the rear passenger window slowly winds down.

Warrior: Glad you could make it.

The camera moves behind the group, revealing that the man in the limousine is none other than Mark Rivera.

Rivera: Have I let you down so far, Warrior? I saw what you did tonight, and I thank you, your efforts have been… Noticed. I appreciate them and, once I take out the human trash that is Kirk Kennedy, you will be rewarded.

Chance: What about me, Mr. Rivera? Will I be rewarded too?

Warrior sighs, but Rivera smiles, nodding at Fusion.

Rivera: You will definitely get what you deserve, Chance, along with your lovely wife, Superbitch. You too, Hi Octane, thanks for helping us out at such short notice.

Hi Octane: No problem, boss man!

Rivera: Good to hear it. That’s the kind of energy that I, no, we, need in our future as the new Asylum. Now, Warrior, as you know, I have many enemies here. People that don’t understand my beautiful vision of the future and would do what they can to stop it. They would go as far as to take my life, Oblivion made that much clear already. However, I am no coward, at the next Vengeance, I will be holding a meeting for our faithful members, where will finally orchestrate the downfall of Kirk Kennedy and his precious EUW.

Warrior nods, smiling in agreement as Hi Octane rubs his chin, pondering what Rivera has said.

Rivera: Warrior, you’re my right-hand man here, spread the word. In a fortnight, we will be having a hugely important meeting for all of the loyal Empire faithful. I’ll see you there, and I know you won’t let me down!

Rivera sits back into the limo as the window winds shut. The engine starts up and the limo speeds out of sight as Warrior turns back to the group.

Warrior: You heard him, things are about to get interesting around here. Let’s get to work…

The feed fades to black as the Hi Octane exchanges a fist bump with Chance Fusion and Warrior rubs his hands together, a twisted smile spreading across his face…