May 15th SNV

[primetime]

“Is he in there?”

The feed goes live as we see the Las Vegas Commission standing at the doorway of a locker room. There is a nameplate on the door that becomes visible as the fans cheer like crazy upon reading it. “Toby “Oblivion” Hunter” shines under the room lights. Glancing back over his shoulder, Mister Luck shrugs as he responds to his partner, Dave Markinson…

Luck: Does it look like I give a shit?! That man has now cost us the EUW Tag Team Championships! I say we quit screwing around and take it to this man. I assure you, the fear that you feel is exactly what he wishes upon you!

Glancing over his shoulder now, Dave nods as Luck grips the doorknob. He gives it a twist and opens the door as the fans cheer loudly. As they enter the room, they see an older man and a woman. They are alone with no sign of Oblivion in sight. Seated upon a metal chair, the older man frowns as Luck questions him immediately.

Luck: Who are you and where is Oblivion?!

Rising from his seat, the older man strolls across the room until he is face to face with Luck.

Cole: My name is Cole, friend. The question is, who in the hell are you?!! You picked the wrong locker room to bust in on. It’s a damn good thing that the big dog is not here..

Luck: Don’t give me that shit?! Do you think that I am falling for this “Scary guy” shit? Oblivion is nothing more than some thug who has poor taste in clothing. Now, are you going to tell me where he is or do I have to beat it out of you? I know he is here tonight!

The fans cheer loudly as they hear that their hero is in attendance!

Cole: You have no idea who in the hell you are talking to! If you want trouble, then I think you found-

Placing her hand upon Cole’s leather clad chest, the woman interrupts the conversation.

Annette: My name is Annette, and I can assure you that my step son is around here somewhere. He is probably watching you two idiots right now and laughing his ass off! I figured you would have learned your lesson after what happened to you two at the last show! It’s bad business to hunt something that you can’t catch..

Luck smiles at Annette and then to Cole.

Luck: You’re right. Sorry to intrude.

Turning around, he ushers Dave out the door when suddenly Luck whips back around! With a packed fist, he nails Cole across the jaw! Cole tumbles into the metal chairs with a thud as Luck begins to stomp him relentlessly! Annette tries to intervene but Dave holds her back! Finally satisfied, Luck turns to Annette and speaks.

Luck: There, that should get his attention. Tell him, the longer that he plays hide and go seek.. The more of his friends will pay the price. I am done playing his games..

Dave then lets go of Annette and exit’s the room as Luck follows behind. Rushing to her husband’s side, Annette tries to pick him up as Cole’s head is shown lifting. A trickle of blood flows from the corner of his mouth..

Cole: We need to find Toby before they do. Those two assholes need to be taught a lesson..

The feed opens as we see various fireworks emit from the stage area! The crowd is now shown cheering, their hands waving in the air or holding posters of some kind. As the camera pans form left to right, it comes to a stop as we see Xplode and Rock Gibson looking at the viewer. Both men wear headsets as Gibson begins to speak..

Gibson: Welcome to another Sunday Night Vengeance! I am Rock Gibson and this is my partner, two time World Champion.. Xplode! How are you doing tonight, X?

Xplode: My thighs hurt..

Gibson: Should I ask why?

Xplode: Let’s just say it involved a woman, three hours of my time, and a lot of Vaseline..

Gibson: Wow.. Tonight we have a hell of a show planned folks! Things are ramping up as we head toward Retribution! Both the EUW and Empire owners will square off tonight in a press conference as they prepare for the battle of the century! Let’s not forget the Hail the Ale match either!

Xplode:*Yawn

Gibson: Fine, X. Maybe this one will impress you. In the main event, the EUW Hardkore Title will be put on the line as Jackal squares off against Immanuel Taylor!

Xplode: Yeah.. This place has gone to shit. What happened to the talent around here? I mean, I can remember the days when I strolled out to that ring.. Making history. Now, we watch retards. Speaking of retards, have you taken a look at the Spanish Announcer table lately? Those two guys give me the creeps..

Gibson: Let’s get ready for our first match of the evening. This should be good! You know.. Those guys are sort of creepy now that you mention it..

Explosion suddenly hit the stage area as the fans stand up to their feet. Camera’s instantly begin to flash!

Gibson: What’s this?

“Another way to die” by Disturbed begins to play as TITAN and his new manager, Barry Jordan head down the ramp way and to the ring. The fans boo loudly upon seeing him, as he stirs the building into a frenzy!

Xplode: Wow. No Terry Jones? Interesting..

Heading up the metal steps, Jordan slips through the ropes as TITAN comes to a halt at ringside. He then walks over to a fan who is seen holding up a shirt that reads “TITAN- The best a man can get!” TITAN smiles at the fan before ripping the shirt out of his hands! The fans boo even louder as he rips the garment to shreds!

Gibson: Leave the damn fans alone!

Heading to the ring, TITAN rolls under the bottom rope and circles the mat as Jordan begins to speak. The fans are really letting the two of them have it.

Jordan: Well, if you would all calm down a moment. I would like to respectfully speak to you all..

The fans begin to calm down, albeit a few more boos randomly.

Jordan: Thank you. I am Barry Jordan, manager of the future. My specialty is finding talent that is unmatched in the industry. I take that talent and mold it, creating a masterpiece never before seen! What comes next is pure synergy. Now, as most of you know, my client behind me is just that type of man. He is a man who is misunderstood.. I assure you.

The fans boo loudly once again!

Jordan: Hear me out, please?

Xplode: This is classic..

Jordan remains in place as TITAN is seen slowly losing his cool, pacing the ring.

Jordan: Billy Johnson is a man who rose through the ranks to become the EUW World Champion! No one could contest his ability to destroy the competition. So, I find it a travesty that he not only was screwed for that championship.. But threatened to be fired on the same night. After a bit of clarification on my end, I have seen to it that my client, TITAN, has regained his placement here in the EUW. The days of waiting for opportunity to knock have come to an end. My client will become the champion once more.. I can promise you this. Tonight, he takes that first step by destroying a scourge upon our profession.. Sachiele Willows.

The crowd begins to boo loudly, this time throwing litter into the ring!

Gibson: I don’t think they are buying what you are selling, Jordan.

Jordan: My client is fully prepared to destroy Willows! He is a predator, the apex of this company! Placing this.. Women.. In the ring with him is a travesty. A price will be paid for this grave mistake. Then, we will get down to business and begin the process of gaining revenge for the sins committed on my client! TITAN IS THE FUTURE OF THIS BUSINESS!

The fans are really letting him have it now. Frustrated, Jordan steps back as TITAN snatches the microphone out of his hand!

TITAN: GO AHEAD! BOO ME! ALL OF YOU.. BOO ME YOU DUMB PIECES OF SHITS!!

The fans begin to chant “TITAN FAILED!!.. TITAN FAILED!!.. TITAN FAILED!!”

TITAN: All you guys are doing is proving me with one more reason to destroy that bitch tonight. Keep that in mind! I own this damn company! Make no mistake about it! NO ONE can put me down. I have proven it before and I will continue to prove it again! Sooner or later, you imbred sons of bitches will get it through your thick skulls! Either that, or you will be the driving force behind my sudden lethality. I look at the roster and laugh. This will be just too easy!

The fans are reacting as TITAN smiles into the camera feed..

TITAN: I hope you all are paying attention to tonight, because the monster has returned. Get ready… for some destruction..

The boos come in at full force as TITAN drops the microphone, growling at those in attendance. He heads to the turnbuckle, only to ascend it and taunt the fans some more..

Gibson: Well.. That was interesting.

Xplode: Not really. Someone needs to whip this guys ass before I do it.

Gibson: NOW we will be back.. After these messages.

[primetime]

Triple Threat Match
Pinfall or Submission
Bane vs. Christian Kane vs Kaden Ward

Gibson: Well, Xplode, it’s time for the first match of the night. We’ve got three rookies here, including one making his debut. Your thoughts?

Xplode: Hmm… I could go for a sammich about now.

Skye: The following contest is for one fall, making his way to the ring from Miami, Florida, weighing two-hundred-and-forty pounds… ILLIDAN BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!

“Feel like I do" by Drowning Pool hits the sound system as 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; nodding 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. Bane then stands in the corner awaiting his opponents.

DON'T YOU WANNA BE ME!?

Skye: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing two-hundred-and-twenty pounds, he is the Canadian Sensation, CHRISTIAN KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!

The guitars and drums for 'Don't You Wish You Were Me' start up sharply through the speakers as red and white pyro goes off around the titantron. The crowd boos as Christian Kane walks through the curtain and onto the stage with Dani Sandström alongside him. CK stops just a few inches from the ramp and backs up, looking around the arena as several audible anti-CK chants start up. While Kane waves a dismissive hand, Dani slowly rubs Kane's abs before he pulls her head back by the hair and they exchange a sloppy French kiss.

'I see...the way... you look at me, you envy me!
And it's killin' you!
And you know it makes me smile,
when I look in the mirror, thinkin' how good it is to be king!'

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.

'Too soon you'll be a memory, there for all to see,
just illusion!
And sometimes it makes me laugh, to see your reaction,
knowin' that I've become mighty!'[/i]

He and Dani meet up in the middle of the ring 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 climbs onto the second turnbuckle and blows a patronizing kiss at them. The music dies down as Kane jumps down from the turnbuckle and moves back into the center of the ring, preparing for the match.

'O Fortuna' begins to play over the PA system as two body builders step onto the stage, each wearing white togas and each holding a long trident in their hands, clearing resembling the Greek god 'Zeus'. Slowly, 'O Fortuna' begins to die down and just as it is about to end, 'God of Thunder' by Paul Stanley begins to play over the PA system.

Skye: And finally, making his debut on EUW Television, weighing two-hundred pounds and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada… KADEN WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!

The curtain shuffles slightly and two girls walk out onto the stage, walk a few feet down the aisle, stop and turn around as two more do the same. With all four women facing the entrance, the curtain shuffles once more as Kaden Ward steps out onto the stage. Wearing a black 'v' style vest and full length tights, he steps out a few feet.

One by one, the women drop down to one knee, bowing before him. Kaden looks to the body builder on his left who quickly gets down on both knees and presses his face onto the stage. Kaden looks to the right as the body builder on the right mirrors the other's performance. Raising both arms into the air, pyros on both sides of the stage set off. At this point, the women stand up and join Kaden as he continues down to the ring.

Gibson: Well, Xplode, how about now? You can see all three men in the ring, who do you think will win?

Xplode: Let me think. Bane came out alone, with no women. Kane was joined by the lovely Dani, but Kaden Ward came out here with four women. Going by the tried and tested booty-o-meter, I’ll pick Kaden Ward!

Gibson: Just how scientifically accurate is this “booty-o-meter” of yours?

Xplode: How many matches have you won? And how many women have you been with?

Gibson: Xplo-

Xplode: Right! Zero! There’s the proof that it works!

The referee calls for the bell now that all three men are in the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

Bane, looking fired up is first out of his corner, hitting a clothesline on Ward before he even has a chance to get his bearings in his first ever wrestling match. Bane then stomps on Ward as he gets up, grabbing him and whipping him to the ropes. Christian Kane spots his chance and grabs the top rope, pulling it down, as Ward flies over it. Kane then lets go and smirks, standing back up, unaware that Ward held on to the rope and is now stood on the apron behind him. Kaden Ward then moves across the apron to stand behind Kane, but as he reaches across to grab Kane, he gets an elbow to the face instead. Kane then spins around on the spot and lashes out with a SuperSexyKick (Super Kick), catching Ward in the face and knocking him off of the apron, onto the crowd barrier behind. Even Bane winces as Ward flops around on the outside as Kane taunts him.

Kane: THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!

Bane and Christian Kane are left facing each other and the two tie up, but Bane makes the most of his size and power advantage, overpowering Kane and manhandling him into a big standing spinebuster, driving him to the mat and driving the air right out of him. Bane covers for an early pin.

One…

Kickout!

Kane gets a shoulder up at the two count to break the pin attempt. Bane nods, pulling Kane up before hitting a few elbow strikes and whipping him to the ropes, looking for another spinebuster, but Kane dives through Bane’s legs, quickly hopping up behind him and hitting a dropkick to the back of the knees. Bane drops to his knees, as Kane grabs Bane by the head and flips forwards, hitting a neck snap, sending Bane to the mat. Kaden Ward is slowly back up now, holding his ribs and moving awkwardly as he climbs into the ring. Ward rolls under the bottom rope and slowly gets up, only for Kane to kick him in the gut, causing him to double over. Kane then rushes to the ropes and rebounds hitting The Shocker (Scissors Kick), sending Ward to the mat. Kane covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Ward manages to get a shoulder up in time to break the count. Bane gets up alongside Christian Kane and the two tie up straight away. Bane manages to make his strength advantage count for something by grabbing Kane's waist and lifting him high entire the air for a suplex, slamming him hard into the mat. Kane flops around a bit, landing hard on his back as Bane then grabs Kane by the legs, dragging him towards the centre of the ring for a cover.

One...

Two...

Kickout!

Kane gets a shoulder up to break the pin cover.

Gibson: What an incredible match we have on our hands! Things seem quite even between Bane and Christian Kane, but Kaden Ward looks like a fish out of water!

Xplode: Worse than that, he looks like he’s drowning out there. Perhaps wrestling isn’t for him?

Bane shakes his head, pulling Kane up, but Kane hits an eye rake, following up with a sharp elbow strike to the temple and a snap suplex, catching Bane by surprise with his speed and dirty tactics as Kane takes control. Kaden Ward is back up now and he rushes at Christian Kane with a lariat, but Kane ducks under it. Kane then rushes at Ward with a forearm strike, clubbing Ward in the back, grabbing him around the waist. Kaden Ward begins reaching back with elbows, catching Kane in the face to loosen the grip as Ward spins around, hitting a knee to the gut and trying to capitalise with a double underhook suplex, but Kane counters with a back drop. Kane then pulls Ward up and whips him to the ropes, catching him on the return with a belly-to-belly suplex. Christian Kane then gets to his feet, turning around and straight into a big boot from Bane.

Gibson: What a boot! Bane damn near took his head off!

Xplode: Sometimes in a match, you just need to put an opponent down for good. Fancy flips and suplexes might do the job, but for sheer brutality, you can't beat a boot to the head!

Bane grabs Kaden Ward and pulls him up, hitting a few strikes to the chest, scooping him up and slamming him to the mat. Bane stomps on Ward, keen to wear him down with powerful stomps as Ward rolls away and up to his feet. Bane approaches, trying to grab Kaden Ward, but Ward escapes Bane’s clutches, hitting a dropkick, knocking the bigger man backwards. Ward then hits a few chops and whips Bane to the ropes, looking for a shoulder block. Bane goes for a shoulder block too, and sends Ward flying backwards. Bane laughs and then turns around to Christian Kane, reaching down to grab him, but Kane rolls him up for a sneaky cradle.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Bane kicks out with power, almost throwing Christian Kane off and slamming his fists to the mat as he gets back to his feet. Bane runs at Kane, knocking him down with a big lariat as Christian Kaden Ward hops up, looking to catch Bane out with a side kick but Bane catches the boot, spinning Ward back around and hitting a knee to the gut. Kaden Ward doubles over and Bane grabs him, lifting him high up for a big rib breaker. Bane hits the move with authority and drops Ward to the mat, stomping on Ward’s damaged midsection before pulling him up for a backbreaker and then covering.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Christian Kane breaks up the pin with an elbow drop on Bane. Kane tries to drag Bane up, but takes a strong uppercut to the jaw, staggering backwards as Bane rushes forwards with a shoulder charge, knocking Kane to the ground.

Gibson: Look at Illidan Bane go! He’s looking sharper, stronger and more determined than ever!

Xplode: About damn time, too! The kid’s clearly had enough of all of these recent losses. Maybe he’s snapped?

Bane pulls Kane up and then whips him to the ropes, looking to catch him on the return with a big boot, but Kane dives to the mat, beneath Bane and avoiding the attack. He then runs at the far ropes, bouncing back with a springboard roundhouse kick to the back of Bane’s head. Bane drops to his knees, so Christian Kane rushes in with an enzuigiri, sending Bane to the mat this time. Christian Kane knows it’s going to take a little more than this, so he starts stomping away on the big man, keeping him down with rapid boots. Kaden Ward is back up and sees this, joining in with Kane, double-teaming Bane with a flurry of wild stomps and kicks.

Kane then holds up one hand to Ward for a high-five.

Gibson: Don’t do it!

Xplode: But he can’t leave Christian Kane hanging!

Ward shakes his head refusing to high-five Christian Kane. Kane smirks and uses his open palm to slap Ward across the cheek, following it up with a SuperSexyKick (Super Kick), sending Ward sprawling to the mat. Kane hops on for the cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Bane keeps the match going by leaping onto the pin with an elbow drop. Kane gets up, angrily, and hits a forearm to the face of Bane, following up with a low dropkick, bringing Bane to his knees. Kane then rushes to the ropes and returns, looking for the STKO (Busaiku Knee Kick) but Bane is up and manages to catch Kane in midair, hitting a modified powerbomb. Bane then turns to the limp Kaden Ward and smiles, dragging him up by his hair. Ward is barely conscious, so Bane is easily able to lift him up onto his shoulders, pausing as the crowd cheers him on for a moment before driving Ward to the mat with the Scales of Justice (Dominator). Bane covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, ILLIDAN BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!

Bane’s music begins to play as he gets up, smiling, he then climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arms up as the crowd cheers. He stares out across the crowds and into the cameras, seeming to be looking for something, but he can’t see it. Instead he climbs down from the turnbuckle and rests against the ropes, one arm still raised as the crowd continues to cheer.

Gibson: An impressive win from Bane here!

Xplode: The challenge will be to rack up a few more of them in future though!

Gibson: Definitely, but you’ve got to start those runs somewhere and this could be a real turning point for Illidan Bane!

[primetime]

“Hey Brett, how is it going?”

Leaning against a brick wall, Danny Tenfold is shown smiling as Brett Cross walks past him. The towering Viking stares back at Tenfold before answering..

Cross: Aye, it is going well enough, Lad! I prepare to feast on the mead of the ancients tonight!

Tenfold: Man, why can’t I be scheduled in matches like that?

Both men share a laugh as Danny looks over Cross’s shoulder and speaks..

Tenfold: Hey man, did you really mean that stuff about the Pure Title? You do realize that I am the champion, right? I mean, I thought we were cool and all.

Cross: There is no honor greater than to meet on the field of battle! Aye, I did issue a challenge to you. This challenge was not made in hatred but in respect. We shall see you prove your mettle once more time, Tenfold of the Pure. It shall be glorious!

Tenfold: I see. Then I will go into it respectfully, Brett. You were a great Pure Champion..

Cross: Were? Lad, I was the greatest! I shall prove it to you at Retribution!

Another man approaches now just off camera. With his hood pulled over his head, Roy Viper smirks as he stares at both men..

Viper: I think you both have things wrong. You see, I have a shot at that belt coming my way too. Now, I honestly could care less what one of you it is, I just need you both to know that my legacy will not be denied.

Tenfold: Damn, this is getting out of hand!

Brett Cross turns and stares into the eyes of Roy Viper.

Cross: Viper… your name speaks volumes of your spirit. I can sense that there is more to you that what you let on. I have seen into the eyes of many a foe, and your gaze is not unfamiliar to me as well. Know that I am taking an interest in you. I welcome your challenge.

Viper: Right. Cross, you don’t impress me. I have stood by over the course of this year and watched you fail time after time. There is only one man that matters to me right now..

Viper then turns to stare at Danny Tenfold. Danny steps back, confused.

Viper: That man.. is you. I will be the next EUW Pure Champion…

As Viper walks away, Cross grunts and heads in the other direction. Tenfold is left standing alone now as he shakes his head and speaks..

Tenfold: Can’t we all get along?!

[primetime]

Hardkore Match
Pinfall or Submission
Diabolik vs. Belleza vs. Tyreke Bell vs Shawn Ashen

Rock Gibson: Now fans, we have what should be a precursor to our main event, a Hardkore four way match!

Xplode: Wow, we have the masked Lucha kid, the schizophrenic, and the ex-boxer! Sounds like a fucking episode of Big Brother!

Rock Gibson: Ummmmm….Shawn Ashen?

Xplode: Oh him? That fucker’s got money, so he gets a pass from me!

The lights go down as Persona 2’s “Velvet Room” hits and a violet spotlight shines down Belleza. He makes his way down to the ring in his lavish robe slowly, calmly, not even acknowledging the crowd's boos to him. Once at the ring, he 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.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Hardkore Fatal Four-Way Match! Introducing first from Mexico City, Mexico! He weighs in tonight at 200 pounds and stands 5’10! He is…BELLEZA!

Rock Gibson: This young man is looking to make a big impression out here tonight.

Xplode: He’s already made impression! Look at him! He’s so damn ugly he has to wear a mask!

The lights in the arena dim now 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: His opponent hails from Baltimore, Maryland! Weighing in at 168 pounds and standing 5’11, he is….TYREKE BELL!

Rock Gibson: Now we have the former boxer who is looking to get back on track with a win tonight.

Xplode: What track Rocky? Has this guy even won a damn match!?

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

Skye: And now making his way to the ring, from Omaha, Nebraska! Weighing in at 250 pounds and standing 6’3. He is....SHAWN ASHEN!

Xplode: My man! Fuck em up buddy!

Rock Gibson: Xplode! You’re supposed to be unbiased!

Xplode: That guy bought me a round at the bar the other night Rocky, so piss off! He’s my guy!

Finally, “Hysteria” by Muse hits the speakers and the crowd goes wild as Diabolik steps out onto the ramp. The lights flash red as he walks toward the ring with a look of complete concentration on his face. As he finally reaches the ring, he grins and rolls inside, where he strikes a pose with his bat as fireworks go off in each corner.

Skye: The final participant in tonight’s match is from Middleborough, England! Weighing in at 247 pounds and standing 6’4, he is….DIABOLIK!

Rock Gibson: And here comes the veteran in this affair! This man knows Hardkore!

Xplode: He also knew about the Hardkore TITLE until he lost the damn thing!

Diabolik doesn’t wait as he immediately drops the bat and charges across the ring to spear Belleza down to the canvas, kick-starting the match! Diabolik pounds away on Belleza, so Bell takes the chance to start throwing a vicious boxing combination on Shawn Ashen! There’s action on both sides of the ring now, as Bell continues to pound on Ashen while Diabolik jerks Belleza back up to his feet. Diabolik shoots Belleza into the ropes and tries a back body drop, but Belleza simply kicks him dead in the face! Diabolik grabs his face in pain, so Belleza quickly grabs him and drops him in a swinging neckbreaker! He raises his arms in victory…but gets cut off when Ashen charges across the ring and floors him with a vicious lariat! Ashen steps back and surveys his damage now…but then HE gets cut off when Bell punches him dead in the kidneys! Ashen slumps over in pain, so Bell nails him dead in the temple with a stiff right cross, dropping the rich man to the canvas! Ashen is stunned, so Bell covers to try for the quick win!

1…

2…

Broken up by Diabolik!

Diabolik hits a big jumping elbow on Bell now, breaking up the fall! Ashen is still down, so Diabolik quickly hits a legdrop and tries for the pin himself!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Ashen fights to his feet now and starts throwing leather with Diabolik while Bell fights to his feet nearby. Bell makes it up…but gets cut off Belleza suddenly springboards in from the apron into a perfect huracanrana!

1…

2…

Kickout at the last possible second!

Rock Gibson: Damn! Tyreke Bell almost got caught!

Xplode: Why Rocky? No cheesy ass church related humor? You are slipping young padowan.

Rock Gibson: Did you seriously just use a Star Wars reference Xplode? What are you supposed to be Luke Skywalker now?

Xplode: I’m fucking Yoda bitch!

Belleza and Bell begin throwing right hands at one another now as Ashen manages to get the advantage on Diabolik in the corner. He hammers away, but gets cut off when Diabolik hauls off and kicks him dead in the groin! Ashen drops to his knees in pain, so Diabolik quickly produces a large chain from his pants, wraps it around his fist, and blasts Ashen dead in the face with it! Ashen goes down, but Diabolik isn’t done and heads outside! He reaches under the ring now and produces a trash can, throwing it in the ring. He re-enters and looks to pick it up…but gets cut off when Belleza charges over and hits a rocker dropper, sending Diabolik face first into the can! Diabolik grabs his face in pain, so Belleza quickly jumps into an Oklahoma Roll, looking for the flash pin!

1…

2…

Broken up by Bell!

Tyreke Bell charges over now and hits a running head kick to break up the fall, saving the match. He pounds away now why Shawn Ashen slowly rolls underneath the ropes to the outside, apparently trying to collect himself after the shot earlier! In the ring, Bell continues firing away boxing blows on Belleza, eventually cornering the young luchadore in the corner! He hits a vicious combination that sends the young man to his knees, but gets cut off when Diabolik hits a German Suplex from behind!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Bell is down, so Diabolik turns back towards Belleza…only to be met dead in the face with a dropkick! Both men are down, so Belleza heads to the top rope to end it early! He comes off with the Enchanting Star Press (Shooting Star Press), landing flush on Diabolik! He gets to his feet holding his ribs in pain…only to be cut off when Shawn Ashen NAILS him dead in the face with a steel chair!

Rock Gibson: Good lord! Belleza thought he had it won!

Xplode: Too bad he forgot about the best young wrestler in this company right now!

Rock Gibson: Seriously Xplode? How much did the guy pay you?

Xplode: More than you’ll ever get!

Belleza falls to the mat, but Ashen can’t follow up as he’s nailed with another quick combination of body blows by Tyreke Bell, following with a stiff left hand to the jaw. Bell looks to follow up, but the crowd pays attention to Diabolik as he heads outside and returns with a steel chair of his own! Bell is concerned with stomping away on Ashen, so he doesn’t see Diabolik re-enter the ring with the weapon. He pays for it too, as Diabolik smacks him hard in the back with the chair! With Bell down, Diabolik quickly grabs Shawn Ashen and plants him with a Piledriver!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Diabolik kicks away at Ashen now as Bell fights back to his feet, quickly grabbing hold of Belleza. Belleza is still stunned from Ashen’s chair shot, so Bell takes the opportunity to plant him into the mat with a running powerslam! He looks to follow up, but quickly stops when he notices Ashen’s chair! Seeing his chance to do some serious damage, he quickly grabs the chair and waits for Belleza to get to his feet. Belleza makes it up, so Bell charges forward and nails him dead in the face once again with the chair! Belleza goes down immediately, the second blow apparently hitting the same spot and busting him open! The blood is seeping through the mask as Belleza grabs his face in pain, so Bell nails him in the ribs with the chair! Belleza is hurting badly, so Bell sees his chance and quickly turns toward Diabolik! He swings, but Diabolik ducks under it and proceeds to kick Bell right below the belt! Bell slumps over, so Diabolik grabs the chain from his pocket and does the same thing Bell did to Ashen, busting him open as well! He turns looking for Shawn Ashen, but Ashen has already rolled to the floor to escape the onslaught once again!

Diabolik puts the chair down on the mat now and grabs Tyreke Bell, trying to cinch him up for the Splitting Headache! He tries the Brainbuster, but Bell manages to hit a punch to the ribs to break up the move! Diabolik stumbles forward, so Bell bounces off the ropes and connects flush with the Bodymore Elbow (Misawa elbow strike)!! Diabolik slumps to the mat, so Bell quickly covers!

1…

2…

Broken up by Belleza!

Belleza quickly stomps on Bell to break the pin, kicking away at his opponent! Bell backs into a corner, but can’t avoid a big jumping kick dead to the face! Bell falls flat on his face, so Belleza takes advantage by hitting his trademark split-legged corkscrew Moonsault! He lands flush…only to have his taken off by a vicious Shawn Ashen lariat out of nowhere!

1…

2…

Kickout at the last second!

Rock Gibson: You know, I can’t stand Shawn Ashen, but I must admit that he is playing it smart here!

Xplode: Gee Rock; I would have never guessed that he’s intelligent. A billionaire businessman at age 27 sure sounds like a moron to me!

Ashen shows no signs of slowing down the onslaught as he quickly grabs Tyreke Bell and picks him up before spiking him headfirst into the canvas with a perfect Michinoku Driver II!

1…

2…

Broken up by Diabolik!

Diabolik just manages to break up the pin with a running kick to the face, saving the match! He looks to follow up, but Ashen AGAIN rolls outside the ring, drawing immediate boos from the crowd! Diabolik screams at him to fight like a man, but gets cut off when Belleza rolls him up from behind!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Diabolik gets to his feet in anger, but as he charges forward Belleza hits him with a drop toehold, sending him into trash can from before! Diabolik looks hurt, so Belleza quickly exits to the apron once again and hits his trademark springboard corkscrew senton!

1…

2…

Broken up by Bell!

Bell breaks up the pin with a sick right to the temple, sending Belleza to mat immediately! The madness continues now as Bell grabs one of the chairs from earlier and simply looks around at his fellow warriors, waiting to see which one gets to their feet first. The victim in this case is Diabolik as slowly stumbles to his feet. When he turns around, Bell NAILS him with the chair, connecting with a sick unprotected shot to the skull! Bell looks to follow up, but quickly gets cut off when Belleza manages to low blow him from behind! Bell keels over in pain, so Belleza sees his opportunity to end it and manages to plant him into the mat with the Amor (Go 2 Sleep)! Seemingly going on instinct, he collapses for the cover!

1…

2…

Broken up by Shawn Ashen!

Ashen once again strategically makes his move, this time denying Belleza the victory with a kneedrop to the head! Belleza is stunned, so Ashen quickly picks him up and plants him into the canvas with the Ashes of the Wake (Spinning Tombstone Piledriver)!

1…

2…

Shoulder up at the last second!

Rock Gibson: What is going to end this thing!?

Xplode: Who cares? I’m enjoying this thing! Blood, brutality, weapons, hell everything I want in a match!

Ashen senses that his chance is now and quickly picks Belleza up into position, looking for the Ashes to Ashes (Burning Hammer)! However, he quickly has to drop Belleza and move when Tyreke Bell comes charging out of nowhere trying for the Bodymore Elbow! Ashen moves just in time, resulting in Bell hitting nothing but air! He turns around quickly, but not quick enough as Ashen hits him with a big boot! With Bell stunned, Ashen takes the chance to quickly take him out with the Merger (Black Tornado Slam)! Bell is out of it, so Ashen quickly grabs the still-stunned Belleza and completes the Ashes to Ashes!

1…

2…

3!

The bell rings and the referee goes to raise Ashen’s hand, only for Ashen to jerk away and raise his arms in mocking fashion as the fans pelt him with jeers. While still soaking it up, he screams at Skye to make the announcement.

Skye: Here is your winner…SHAWN ASHEN!!!

Ashen gives her a sarcastic nod of thanks and now slowly exits the ring, again mocking the people as he makes his way up the ramp.

Rock Gibson: Oh yes Shawn Ashen, you have SO much to be proud of! You spent have the damn match on the outside!

Xplode: Did he win Rocky? That’s all that matters!

Rock Gibson: So says the guy that was openly bribed to cheer for him. I guess honor has no place in your EUW right Xplode?

Xplode: My EUW has no place for tools like you! God you are such a virgin…

[primetime]

The feed switches to the backstage area where we see the current EUW World Champion, Scorpion, relaxing inside of his locker room. The World Championship rests in his open hands as he remains silent under the dimmed lighting above. His eyes glow ominously from under his dark strands as he looks down.

Breaking up the silence, the sounds of heavy boots begins to grow louder as they approach the room. They seem to stop in front of the locker room door when a soft knock is heard. Scorpion glances up towards the door and speaks..

Scorpion: I wish.. To not be disturbed.

The door suddenly swings open, causing Scorpion to rise up out of his chair in a defensive posture. The fans immediately begin to boo loudly now as Mark Rivera enters the room to the surprise of the arena! Adjusting the World Title on his shoulder, Scorpion sits down once again, no longer bothered by the intrusion.

Scorpion: Obviously, you didn’t hear me.

Rivera: On the contrary.. I heard you just fine. I just didn’t care.

Mark Rivera enters the room, letting the door shut once more behind him. With one hand, Rivera slides Scorpions bag off of a counter and sits down in it’s place. Scorpion does not bite on the gesture at all, choosing to look the other way instead.

Rivera: It’s nice to see my star pupil rising to the occasion.. You are the World Champion now, the Empire is proud of you.

Scorpion: Empire? I told you.. I am done with it.

Rivera: You see, that is where you are wrong. You signed a contract with me, and I intend to hold you to it. I am not sure what you thought would happen by walking out unto that stage and attempting to embarrass me. NO ONE… embarrasses me. You will be defending that title on behalf of the Empire.. And you will do it well. I just came by to see how you are doing tonight.

Scorpion slowly rises up out of his seat, glaring into Rivera’s eyes.

Rivera: You should wash those evil thoughts out of your head. They could get you into trouble. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a Kennedy to humiliate tonight.. and a world to stun.

The camera follows Rivera as he exit’s the locker room. He heads down the hallway and into a large room where the viewers sees Warrior, Hi Octane, and the Dogs of War! The fans boo even louder now as Rivera smiles.

Fusion: Hey Boss-man! Did you tell Scorpy the good news!

Rivera: I did, Chance! He was pleasantly surprised to find out that he was still under my employ here to say the least. As Retribution looms near, it is moments like this that truly make the difference.

Hi Octane hops down from a table top and approaches Rivera.

Octane: I hope you know what you are doing. I am not quite sold on this little act of yours. Weren’t you running from the law recently? It’s sort of gutsy for you to show up here in person.

Rivera: Perhaps, had I not cleared the charges..

Rivera walks across the room and finds a seat. He adjusts his hair and continues to talk.

Rivera: Kennedy has fired all of his weapons at me recently, and I will admit that it hurt quite a bit. I didn’t think that the man had this type of fight inside of him. The thing is, this company belongs to me. It always has. I have yet to reveal my super weapon. I assure you though, it will be the game changer. Retribution can not come soon enough.

Stepping up to Rivera, Warrior leans on a nearby table and smirks.

Warrior: Well, we have done everything that has been asked of us. My end of the bargain is completed. Kennedy has no clue what we are up to and where the next attack will come from. Now.. YOU hold up your end. I want my match against Jace Ambrose… at Retribution. It needs to be a submission match. Make it happen.

Rivera: You will have your match.

Octane: Holly… let’s not forget about that idiot!

Rivera: Oh, Dante Holly has never slipped my mind at all. I trust that you will put the little superhero away for good at Retribution? I was quite upset that the worthless Toby Hunter left the kid breathing.

Octane: Trust me.. I got plans for him. I didn’t return to the ring to be a side show act. It’s time that Hi Octane stepped up his game! I don't care if I face Holly or not, I just want some action!

Rivera: Good, then you will enjoy what I am about to reveal next Octane… Warrior.. I think it’s time that you both had a shot at the World Championship. Scorpion needs to be taught a lesson. Oh, my head is just swirling with what I have in mind for the future. The EUW can’t die soon enough...

[primetime]

Tag Match
Pinfall or Submission
The Dogs of War vs. Violent Conduct

Gibson: We could be in store for a great match now, Xplode! The Dogs of War will be taking on Violent Conduct, a tag team that’s new to the EUW, but successful in the independent scene and were popular in Japan!

Xplode: Who the fuck isn’t “successful” in the indy scene or in Japan? Every newcomer claims to be successful somewhere else, but this is the EUW! The elite! Past records and titles mean nothing here!

Gibson: For once, Xplode, I think I agree with you, but it should still be great to see this new team in action for the first time!
The arena lights begin to flash in various shades of blue as “The Wild Boys” by Atrocity begins to play. Anderson and Blain then step out to the top of the ramp, both with one arm raised as the fans cheer their arrival. The two then exchange a nod and rush towards the ring. Blain slides under the bottom rope as Anderson runs up the steps and climbs the turnbuckle, pointing to the fans and cheering. Blain cracks his neck and starts stretching out as Anderson approaches him, the pair then fist bump each other and move to their corner, waiting for the match to begin.

Skye: The following is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring from Detroit Michigan with a combined weight of four-hundred-and-seventy-nine pounds, John Blain and Eric Anderson… VIOLEEEEEEEEENT CONDUCT!

The arena darkens as "Phantoms" by Luna Mortis bursts through the sound system. The opening riffs roll out as Chance Fusion and his lovely wife Superbitch step out onto the ramp hand in hand. The crowd explodes in boos as the couple exchanges a small kiss before heading down the ramp. Chance reaches the ring and slides in as Superbitch steps up onto the apron and goes in through the ropes. Once in the ring, they go to opposite corners and taunt the crowd which pours on the heat from them. They hop down and meet in the center of the ring, exchanging a hug and rubbing their noses together before going to a corner and talking strategy before the match begins.

Skye: And their opponents at a combined weight of three-hundred-and-ninety-two pounds, from Tampa, Florida, Chance Fusion and Superbitch… THE DOGS OF WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

Eric Anderson steps to the outside and Superbitch does the same. Satisfied that the two teams are now ready to begin, the referee calls for the bell to be rung.

DING! DING! DING!

Chance smirks and extends a hand to John Blain for a handshake, but Blain slaps it away, shouting some abuse at Fusion. Fusion looks disgusted by the foul tirade, almost caught by surprise as Blain grabs him and the pair lock up in a collar-and-wrist tie. Fusion is the bigger of the two men and attempts to force Blain back, but finds that his height is of little advantage, given Blain’s stocky, compact build. Blain pushes back, overpowering Fusion and hitting a headlock takedown.

Blain and Fusion both get up and the pair tie up once more, Fusion trying for an Irish whip, but Blain counters it with one of his own, catching Fusion on the for a hip toss. Blain then grabs Fusion’s leg and drags him to the corner, looking for the tag. Blain pulls Fusion up into a headlock, reaching the corner and tagging in his partner. Anderson steps through the ropes and hits a kick to the ribs of Chance Fusion as Blain releases him and steps onto the apron. Anderson then hits a double underhook suplex on Fusion and covers for the first pinfall of the match.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Chance Fusion gets a shoulder up to break the pin attempt. Anderson pulls Fusion up and whips him to the ropes, looking for a back body drop, but Fusion counters with a kick to the gut, following up with a DDT, driving Anderson to the mat. Fusion takes a moment to catch his breath and the two get up together, exchanging blows. Fusion hits a strong right fist, staggering Anderson, so he follows up by whipping him to the Dogs of War corner. Superbitch does her job and leans over the turnbuckle with an outstretched elbow that Anderson runs straight into. Anderson steps backwards, stunned, so Chance grabs him by the hair and slams his face into the top turnbuckle, before tagging in Superbitch. The two then grab Anderson and hit a double suplex, slamming Anderson to the mat with force. Chance blows a kiss to his wife and steps out of the ring as she makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Anderson gets a shoulder up to break the pin. Superbitch then pulls him to his feet and hits a few sharp knife edge chops before whipping him to the ropes, catching him on the return with a powerslam.

Xplode: Sometimes, I wonder what the point of Chance Fusion is. Superbitch is clearly both the brains and the brawn behind this time…

Gibson: Maybe Chance is meant to be the poster boy for the team?

Xplode: Are you kidding me? Who would you prefer to have on a poster in your bedroom, Chance Fusion or Superbitch? I know who I’d pick!

Gibson: Superbitch scares me…

Xplode: Her and every other woman that isn’t your mother, right?

Gibson: No, she scares me too.

Superbitch continues to dominate, pulling Anderson up and hitting a rough clothesline on him, sending him straight back to the mat. She then grabs his leg and drags him across the ring, tagging in Chance Fusion. Fusion hops in and the pair stomp away on Eric Anderson until the referee tells Superbitch to leave the ring or face disqualification. Fusion hits a few more stomps on Anderson, before pulling him up by his hair and hitting a big forearm to the back. Fusion then grabs Anderson’s wrist and pulls him around for a pump-handle slam. Fusion covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Anderson breaks the pin by getting a shoulder up. Superbitch wills on her husband from the apron, telling him to concentrate, as Blain is stomping away on the apron, pounding the turnbuckle, trying desperately to encourage Anderson back to life. Fusion pulls Anderson up and whips him to a neutral corner, following in with a big clothesline. Anderson slumps to the ground and Fusion pulls him back up, whipping him to the Dogs of War corner once again. Fusion turns to John Blain and taunts him before turning around and slapping Anderson across the face, drawing huge jeers from the crowd. Fusion tags in Superbitch and pulls Anderson out of the corner as the husband and wife pairing hit a double Super Kick, sending Anderson to the floor in a heap. Superbitch, now the legal woman, hooks the leg for a cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Somehow, Anderson finds the strength to kick out.

Gibson: It’s not looking good for Eric Anderson tonight! The Dogs of War are really working well together as a team and have kept Anderson isolated for most of this match!

Xplode: It’s smart, and I never thought I’d say that about anything to do with the Dogs of War…

Superbitch kicks Anderson in the ribs a few times, pulling him up and looking for the Unholy Matrimony (Fisherman Suplex), but Anderson hooks a leg, preventing the Bitch from lifting him up. He then counters with a swinging neckbreaker, sending both competitors to the mat.

Gibson: Anderson really needs to make that tag!

Anderson’s taken a beating and is slow to his feet, allowing Superbitch to get up too and she grabs Anderson, grappling him. Superbitch goes to whip him to the ropes, but Anderson counters and whips the Bitch to the ropes instead. He stands in place for a clothesline, with one arm out, before turning and rushing to his corner, tagging in John Blain.

Gibson: He got the tag!

Blain climbs into the ring and gets right into Superbitch’s face, telling her to tag in Fusion, instead, after the taunting earlier. Fusion shrugs as a cocky smile spreads across his face, holding out a hand. Blain tells Superbitch to go, so she turns around, walking towards the corner and tagging in Chance Fusion. Fusion steps into the ring and poses for the crowd, showing off his physique, before noticing Blain beckoning him closer. Fusion approaches Blain and takes a dropkick to the face for his trouble. Blain then rushes in with a jumping forearm smash, sending Fusion to the mat. Anderson watches from the apron, cheering on his partner as Blain pulls Fusion up, hitting a few punches, and then a knee to the midsection, before hooking both of Fusion’s arms and converting into a double arm powerbomb. Blain covers.

One…

Two-Kickout!

Fusion kicks out at the count of two, so Blain pulls him back up, whipping him to the ropes and charging him down with a cross body. Superbitch starts shouting from the apron and Blain turns his attention to her, strutting over to the corner, licking his fingers and slicking back an imaginary head of hair. Superbitch looks disgusted and slaps Blain who takes exception to this and grabs the Bitch, hitting a suplex into the ring. Fusion spots this as he gets up and shouts at Blain, charging at him with a shoulder block, knocking him to the ground. Fusion then pulls Blain up and lifts him high into the air for a powerbomb. Anderson begins shouting from the far corner and Fusion turns around, just in time to see Anderson launch himself off the top rope with a missile dropkick, sending Fusion sprawling to the mat as all four competitors lie around the ring.

Xplode: Look at the carnage! I love it!

Gibson: There’s chaos in the ring and the referee doesn’t know what to do about it!

Xplode: I say… Do nothing! Things are finally picking up, why ruin it now?

All four competitors get up at the same time, with Anderson and Fusion trading blows whilst Superbitch and Blain tie up in a grapple. Fusion begins throwing heavier punches, knocking Anderson back, capitalising with an Irish whip to the ropes. Fusion looks for a spinebuster on the return, but Anderson puts the brakes on, capitalising with a facebuster instead. At the same time, Blain takes control against Superbitch, switching behind her for a back drop suplex. Superbitch flips through it, landing on her feet and grabbing Blain from behind for a German suplex, bridging for the pin.

One…

Kickout!

Anderson rushes across the ring and stomps on Superbitch to break the pin, before telling the referee that Superbitch isn’t the active wrestler. The referee then tells Superbitch to get out of the ring, but she replies that Anderson isn’t the active wrestler. The referee then tells Anderson to leave, but he refuses, pointing to Superbitch and reiterating that she isn’t meant to be in the ring. The referee sends them both away as Fusion and Blain get up in the ring. Blain charges down Fusion with a running forearm, stomping on him a few times before pulling him up for a belly-to-belly suplex. Blain covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Superbitch enters the ring and breaks the pin with an elbow strike. Blain gets up and tags in Anderson as Superbitch argues with the referee. Blain pulls Fusion up for a stalling suplex as Anderson climbs to the top rope, leaping off with a spear to hit the “Suicideplex” on Fusion. Anderson covers, but the referee tells him that he didn’t see any tags, so he’s not the legal man. Blain shrugs and covers, but before he can get the three, Superbitch is back in the ring to break the pin up. Blain decides he’s had enough and turns to Superbitch, throwing a hard right, knocking her back onto her ass, before running in with a brutal knee strike to the face. Blain then pulls her up by her hair and whips her to the corner, lifting her up to a seated position on the top rope, despite the referee’s protests. Blain then climbs up too, setting Superbitch up for a top rope piledriver as Anderson begins shouting and slamming his fist in the turnbuckle, telling Blain not to do it.

Gibson: I can’t watch!

Anderson rushes across the apron, yelling at Blain not to do it again, but Blain just kicks him away, grabbing Superbitch and leaping back, hitting the big top rope piledriver as the crowd erupts.

Xplode: I’m starting to see where they got their name from!

Superbitch is lying unconscious in the ring as Blain gets up, dusting off his hands for a job well done as he turns back to Chance Fusion, slowly getting up. Before Blain can do anything, Anderson rolls into the ring and gets into his face, shouting at him. The two begin pushing and shoving each other as Fusion looks on, bemused. Blain throws a punch at Anderson, who no-sells it and hits one of his own, staggering Blain, following up with a short arm clothesline, knocking Blain to the mat. Fusion sees the replay of the top rope piledriver being played on the Jumbotron and turns a pale white, before changing to a deep red, filled with anger. Blain is back to his feet and he and Anderson are pushing and shoving each other again. Fusion’s eyes narrow and he charges across with a double clothesline, knocking down both men, he then quickly mounts Blain and begins unloading on him, keen to avenge his wife.

Gibson: Look at Chance Fusion go! He’s ready to kill John Blain for that attack on Superbitch!

Xplode: Good! It’s about time he started acting like the fucking man in their relationship!

Anderson gets up and surveys the scene, as the referee rushes across to him, telling him to leave the ring. Anderson tries to argue that he’s the legal man instead. The referee buys it and turns to Fusion, telling him to let go of Blain because he isn’t the legal man. Fusion pulls Blain up and kicks him in the gut, doubling him over for a big powerbomb to the outside. Blain hits the ground hard as Anderson rolls Superbitch into the corner, leaving her down. Fusion and Anderson stare each other down from across the ring.

The two tie up once more and Fusion, still fuelled by his rage takes control of Anderson, forcing him towards a corner, hitting a few shots to the gut and turning him around, slamming his face into the top turnbuckle. Fusion then turns Anderson around and lifts him onto the top rope, climbing up with him, looking for a top rope manoeuvre of his own. Anderson is dazed, but manages to snap out of it as Fusion slowly climbs up the ropes. The two exchange a few blows, until Anderson takes the lead with a powerful headbutt, knocking Fusion back down into the ring. Anderson takes his spot and turns around, launching himself from the top rope with a glorious moonsault, landing perfectly on Fusion and covering for a pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Fusion gets a shoulder up to break the pin. Anderson shakes his head, brushing his long hair back as he stands up, Fusion still lying on the mat, breathing heavily. On the outside, Blain is stirring slowly, he leans on the apron as he gathers his thoughts, seemingly calmed down and now just confused. Anderson spots this and yells to him, so Blain climbs up onto the apron as Anderson whips Fusion to the Violent Conduct corner. Anderson then tags Blain in and the pair pull Fusion out of the corner. Blain hits a boot to the gut, lifting Fusion up into a powerbomb hold as Anderson rushes at the ropes, bouncing off to hit a neckbreaker, completing the Collateral Damage. Blain quickly leaps onto Fusion for the pin cover as Superbitch remains motionless in the corner. Anderson leans back on the ropes and counts the pin, along with the referee and the crowd.

One…

Two…

THREE!

Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners tonight, John Blain and Eric Anderson… VIOLEEEEEEEEEEEENT CONDUCT!

Anderson checks on Blain, the two deep in conversation for a moment as their music plays, the medical staff rushing down to check on Superbitch. Anderson and Blain then turn to the crowds, cheering as the scene fades out to a commercial...

[primetime]

The fans cheer as we see Kirk Kennedy sitting at his desk. He is desperately searching through paperwork as his office door swings open. Walking into the room, Jace Ambrose is seen. The fans cheer upon seeing him instantly. Looking up in Ambrose’s direction, Kennedy nods and gestures for the door to be closed.

Ambrose: You needed me, Boss?

Kennedy: Yeah, have a seat.

Ambrose sits down upon a plush leather recliner.

Ambrose: What’s up?

Kennedy: Well, Retribution is getting closer. I am sure that you know that. I want to thank you for the efforts you have put in to reestablish the EUW brand. I want you to know that you have been noticed.

Ambrose: All I want is to watch those men get what is coming to them. If you really want to pay me back, place me in the ring with Warrior at Retribution. I am tired of this beating around the bush shit. The Jace has been training hard for the day that the two of us can finally settle our differences..

Kennedy:[/b] Good, glad to hear that. You see, in 2 weeks I am going to turn this company upside down. There will not be a Sunday Night Vengeance at all.

Ambrose shrugs his shoulders..

Ambrose: Boss, are you sure it is the right time with Rivera back and all?

Kennedy: It is PRECISELY the best time to do it! In 2 weeks, the EUW Universe will experience, EUW BRAWL!! You will be a big part of that so make sure to keep in shape. Who knows? You may even find yourself in the ring with Warrior after all!

Ambrose: Works for me. What about Retribution?

Kirk Kennedy steps out from behind his desk and heads towards a nearby window.

Kennedy: Retribution will make a lot of our dreams come true. I want to destroy Rivera down to his DNA. I understand how you feel. You will have your match. Consider it done.

Ambrose: Good. It’s time for someone to stand up to Warrior, and remind him as to why he was retired not too long ago..

[primetime]

Fatal Fourway
Pinfall or Submission
Jack Bull vs. Hi Octane vs. Danny Tenfold vs Dante Holly

Xplode: And next is our fatal four way match, with Hi Octane, Jack Bull, Danny Tenfold and Dante Holly getting ready to beat the ever-loving crap out of eachother!

Gibson: That’s the name of the game--

Xplode: Don’t belittle me, dammit!

Gibson: …I was agreeing with you, for fucks sake!

Xplode: Eesh, your language is horrible, Rocko. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

As the opening wails of "Spitfire" by The Prodigy roar over the sound system, the fans rise to their feet erupt into cheers. The curtain is tossed aside as Bull walks onto the stage, nodding and signalling for the fans to cheer even louder, something which they do. He looks at the fans, nods and begins to walk down the ramp.

Skye: Now residing in Bakersfield, California, weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds…JACK! BUUUUUUUULLLLL!!!!!!

Jack slides into the ring, turning around and climbing onto the lower left turnbuckle, raising the “Hook ‘Em Horns” sign to the fans who cheer loudly. He hops down from the turnbuckle, turning his attention to the ramp as the opening of Four Minutes begins to play. The camera shifts to outside and a big ’D’ is shining against the sky. Dante quickly and suddenly appears into view, breaking into a sprint through the backstage as Bull watches, bewildered. As the intro of the song finishes, Dante reaches the top of the stage and poses with his fists to his hips, his chest puffed out and his cape hanging behind him as the crowd cheers loudly, and he struts down to the ring, still holding the pose.

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

As soon as he reaches the foot of the ring, he walks to the left, climbs the steps and then climbs the turnbuckle to the top rope before stopping and leaping off, “flying” through the air, quickly landing in a front roll behind Jack Bull and emerging on his feet, one hand in front of him and one hand behind his cape. Looking like he is going to crash and burn, Dante quickly does front roll as he hit’s the ground and emerges on his feet, one hand in front of him, and one behind his cape. Bull turns around, slowly pacing towards the lower-right corner as Holly, keeping the pose, struts to the upper-right corner of the ring, quickly turning around. “After the Flesh” by My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult blares throughout the arena as flames erupt from the stage. Princess Firepower strolls out and holds up her arms. Hi Octane walks out wearing a black suit and sun glasses. He rolls his neck and adjusts his suit before grabbing Princess Firepower's hand, pulling her behind him as they both stroll down the ramp.

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

Hi Octane reaches the ringside, turning left and walking up the steps before climbing through the ropes and entering the ring, stopping midway through doing so to hold the ropes open for Firepower. Once she's in the ring, Octane removes his suit coat and shirt, and Princess Firepower grabs the sides of his pants and rips them off revealing Octane's Wrestling tights. Firepower climbs out of the ring as Octane slowly turns to Bull, walking backwards into the upper-left corner and staring at him. "Sidstyler" by Machinae Supremacy begins to blasts from the speaker system as Danny Tenfold, wearing his Pure Championship, steps out onto the stage to loud cheers from the fans. He looks around, grinning and raises his arms before quickly making his way down the ramp, high-fiving fans on the way.

Skye: From Longview, Washington, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds..THE PURE CHAMPION! DANNY! TENFOOOOOOOLLLLLLLD!!!!

When he reaches ringside, Tenfold jolts forward, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. He hops to his feet in the middle of the ring and takes off his Pure Championship, raising it high into the air as he takes in the applause before heading to the lower-left corner.

Gibson: Not a Pure Championship match, but Tenfold obviously proud of his accomplishment.

Xplode: No shit, Rocko.

DING DING DING!

Bull hurtles out of his corner, slamming his right arm violently into Octane and sandwiching him in the turnbuckle with a vicious clothesline. He steps back, allowing the surprised and somewhat-winded Octane to stumble out, only for Bull to lunge downwards, lifting Octane up and slamming him down to the mat with great force! Holly and Tenfold meet in the middle of the ring, both men squaring up to eachother. Holly flexes his biceps, puffing out his chest to make himself look physically imposing. Tenfold turns his head, watching Bull haul Octane to his feet before starting to rain several heavy blows against his stomach. Tenfold turns his head, watching as Holly slowly strolls backwards, before launching forwards! Tenfold simply hops to the side as Holly attempts a cross body, instead slamming into the mat. Holly rolls through the impact, turning around and watching as Tenfold runs at him and leaps up, slamming his knee into his jaw with a flawless Shining Wizard! Bull, who has forced Octane backwards into the corner, quickly steps back as Octane slumps down, clutching his chest. Bull grasps his legs, dragging him out and quickly goes for the cover, but Tenfold, noticing quickly, runs over, stomping on the small of Bulls back and forcing him to break the cover. Bull gets to his feet, stepping over Octane and locking in an arm-and-collar tie-up with Tenfold. The much larger Bull forces Tenfold backwards as Tenfold pushes, jostling for some semblance of stability, but is shoved backwards into the upper-left turnbuckle. Octane lunges up quickly, surprising Bull with a roll-up!

1…2..KICK OUT!

Bull forces himself out of the roll-up, hoisting himself to his feet, but is met by a swift knee to the gut from Octane. Octane twists, whipping Bull roughly into the corner where Tenfold is, making both men smash into eachother with a forceful collision. Octane darts over to both men, leaping up and hitting a running splash, effectively sandwiching Bull between Tenfold and Octane, as well as winding Tenfold even more.

Xplode: Now that is one sandwich I wouldn’t want to eat.

Gibson: Poor Tenfolds been crushed by the weight of both men, while Bull has just been squashed. Octane may not be the biggest fellow in that ring, but he unleashed enough force to effectively flatten Bull!

Xplode: ‘Fellow’? Really? Next you’ll be saying words like ‘Chap’, ‘Chimney-sweep’ and ‘crumpets’!

Gibson: It’s called English, Xplode.

Octane takes a few steps, waiting for Bull to stumble backwards before locking his arm around his neck, jolting it a few times before bringing the middle of his back down right on his outstretched knee. Rather than rolling Bull off of his knee, he locks his arm tighter around his neck, pulling downwards and forcing Bulls back to stretch off of his knee. Bull cries out in agony as Octane forces a strain on both his back and his neck. The referee rushes over, checking Bull. Princess Firepower hops onto the apron, slapping the top rope and yelling at Bull to quit while he’s ahead. The referee turns his head, rushing over to Firepower and telling her to get off the apron. Octane rolls Bull off of his knee, only for a revitalised Holly to kip up quickly to his feet and charge Octane, bringing him down to the mat with a cross body! Holly hooks the leg, and the referee turns around, but Tenfold stumbles out of his corner, lunging down and desperately bringing a double axe handle down upon the back of Hollys neck, forcing him to break the pin. Tenfold hauls Holly to his feet, dragging him up, but Holly quickly turns around, shoving Tenfold away and pumping his right arm. He yells “FALCON..PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!!!!!” and dashes forward, swinging his right fist powerfully, but Tenfold quickly ducks under it, allowing Hollys momentum to send him directly up and over the top rope and to the outside. Tenfold looks back at Holly, almost smirking and shaking his head in embarrassment for his opponent before turning his attention to Octane, quickly moving behind him and locking his arms into position, throwing him backwards and almost across the length of the ring with a Dragon Suplex. Tenfold watches eagerly and waits as Octane grabs the bottom rope, pulling himself to his feet. Tenfold darts forward, hopping up and locking his legs around Octanes neck before swinging backwards with a Hurracanrana, locking his arms around the top rope. Octane desperately clings on the top rope as his chest is leant on it, desperately stopping himself from going over the top rope, allowing Princess Firepower to quickly rush over, hopping up and dropkicking Tenfold in the side of his temple! Tenfold releases the Hurracanrana, handstanding on the apron and turning around, rolling across the floor on the outside and allowing the momentum of both maneuvres to get him back to his feet. He glares at Princess Firepower, but turns his attention back to Octane who has his back turned to him, rubbing his chest in agony. Tenfold slides into the ring, watching as Bull pulls himself to his feet. Bull looks behind Octane, nodding at Tenfold and pointing at his legs. Tenfold nods and Bull charges forward. Tenfold does as well, lunging downwards and slamming into the back of Octanes leg with a swift dropkick at same time as Bull delivers a thunderous right hook to Octane, the force of both moves sending him crashing violently to the mat!

Gibson: Good teamwork, there, but this isn’t a tag team match. One of them is going to have to get rid of the other!

Xplode: I think they just wanted to hurt Octane. Which, I think, is good enough for all those involved!

Tenfold pulls himself to his feet, looking at Bull and nodding. Bull nods back respectfully as both men turn their attentions to eachother, locking in another collar-and-arm tie-up. This time, Tenfold swings a vicious kick into Bulls side, the noise of which echoes throughout the arena. Bull keeps the tie-up locked in, but Tenfold swings up another kick, catching Bull in the same side again. Bull, thinking quickly, lifts Tenfold up and drops him onto his knee with an Atomic Drop. Tenfold stumbles backwards, but Bull lunges forwards, locking an arm around Tenfolds neck and forcing him downwards, slamming a few forearms onto his back before driving him backwards, slamming his skull down into the mat with a vicious DDT, quickly rolling him over and hooking the leg.

1…2…KICK OUT!

Tenfold lunges an arm up as Holly slides into the ring. He runs forward, leaping up and hitting a quick Leg Drop onto the fallen Octane. He looks to go for the cover, but Bull turns around, causing Holly to quickly hop to his feet and puff out his chest with his hands on his hips. Bull cocks his right eyebrow, wondering what Holly is doing and walks over to him. Holly watches Bull, who simply stands a few feet in front of him, looking at him unimpressed. Holly swiftly leaps up, surprising Bull and the cheering crowd with a Leg Lariat, dropping it down onto Bulls neck! Holly slides Bull next to Octane, and Holly quickly slaps his thighs repeatedly and enthusiastically, turning around and bolting against the ropes, rebounding off of them and jumping up, stretching his legs as much as he can before leg-dropping both men at once!

Gibson: Good grief! One leg drop nailing both men!

Xplode: ‘Good grief’? Maybe I should start calling you Charlie Brown!

Holly gets to his feet, looking over at Tenfold and quickly running over, grabbing his right arm and dragging him backwards, whipping him against the ropes and quickly puffing out his chest as Tenfold rebounds. Tenfold simply leaps up, slamming his knee into Dantes jaw with a swift Shining Wizard, sending him collapsing to the mat! Bull is now back up to his feet, and quickly lunges forward, wrapping his arms around Tenfolds waist and lifting him up, nailing a quick Atomic Drop before clotheslining the back of Tenfolds head, sending him down to the mat. Octane also hauls himself up, quickly grabbing Bull and dragging him back, surprising him with a roll-up.

1…2..KICK OUT!

Bull forces out of the roll-up, lunging to his feet and stomping Octane before grabbing his hair and hauling him up. Octane brings a swift knee up into Bulls gut, locking both of his arms behind his back before nailing him with a Double Underhook Suplex, sending him crashing into the mat. As Octane gets up, Holly pulls himself onto his feet, nailing a swift right to Octane. Octane stumbles back, but Dante nails another right before spinning around, nailing a furious Discus punch to Octane and sending him to the mat. Dante hops up, raising his arms as the crowd cheer. He jogs a few steps backwards, running on the spot before yelling “SUPER SPEED!!” and hurtles forward, front-flipping and nailing Octane with a Running Shooting Star Press, quickly hooking the leg!

1…2….3-KICK OUT!!

Tenfold summons up his strength just enough to grab Dantes legs, dragging him off of Octane and breaking up the cover.

Gibson: Dammit, so close for our resident superhero!

Xplode: Close, but no cigar, Charlie Brown!

Gibson: Don’t call me Charlie Brown!

Tenfold pulls himself to his feet, watching as Bull pulls himself up in the lower-left corner of the ring. Tenfold quickly runs over to the left side of the ring, hopping onto the middle rope before springboard off, diving towards Bull and catching him square in the chest with a Springboard Dropkick! Bull slams backwards into the turnbuckle, clutching his chest as Tenfold runs forward, leaping up and nailing a swift Shining Wizard. Keeping his position on the turnbuckle, Tenfold slowly edges to the right, grabbing Bulls head and throwing him forwards to the mat. Bull flops down, rolling onto his back and allowing Tenfold to slither over to where Bull was on the turnbuckle, grasping the top rope and jumping backwards, hopping onto the top rope and clapping his hands enthusiastically! The crowd roar in approval as Tenfold eases himself to avoid falling off, leaping off and front-flipping in the air. As he twists his legs around to finish the Killswitch Tengage, Octane quickly rushes forward and, without thinking for anyones safety, hops up, nailing the Hi Impact to Tenfold before he can nail Bull with the Killswitch Tengage! Octanes knee slams into Tenfolds chest and neck, but the force of Tenfolds descent sends Octane launching over Tenfolds body and through the ropes to the outside, collapsing in a heap. Tenfold hits the floor, clutching his chest and kicking at the mat in agony!

Gibson: GOOD GOD! Octane just nailed the Hi Impact to Tenfold who was just moments away from putting Bull away for good!

Xplode: Too bad it wasn’t his best Hi Impact. Looked to me like he simply ran into him to stop the move.

Gibson: When in Rome--

Xplode: Last I checked, the Romans didn’t participate in kamikaze!

Holly slowly stumbles to his feet, stumbling backwards and grasping the top rope, clutching it and catching his wits about him. The other three men are down, allowing Holly to stumble forward, quickly falling on top of Tenfold and pushing his shoulders into the mat.

1….2…KICK OUT!

Tenfolds leg slowly lifts up, laying on the bottom rope to break the count. Holly stumbles up, stepping over Bulls stirring body and waits for someone to get up. Princess Firepower is busy kneeling beside Octane on the outside, checking to make sure that he isn’t seriously injured from the violent collision a few moments earlier. Eventually, Bull is back on one knee, slowly easing himself up. Holly walks over, but Bull lunges out, catching Holly with a swift punch to the gut before lunging forward, hitting Holly with a left and right to the side of his temple before delivering a swift knee to his gut, grabbing his head and bringing several forearms down on his back. The crowd begin to cheer as Bull pushes Holly back, starting to get his adrenaline going as he begins to rain down several punches onto Hollys collar and chest. Holly stumbles backwards, being forced into the upper-right corner of the ring as Bull piles the pressure on with the punches before delivering a devastating right hook to the side of Hollys jaw! Bull grabs his right arm, pulling him back and locking an arm over his chest, looking for the BullsEye! Holly, thinking quickly, hits a quick right to Bull, who shakes it off, but allowing Holly to step back. Bull grabs Hollys right arm again, but Holly delivers a swift kick to Bulls gut, grabbing Bulls arm and turning, whipping him off the ropes. Holly steps forward, puffing his chest out as Bull rebounds, but gets flattened as Bull steamrolls into him, sending Holly violently to the mat! The crowd laugh slightly as Bull looks down at Holly, absolutely confused as to why Holly would do such a move. The confusion costs Bull, though, as the ever-resilient Tenfold slowly creeps forward, crouched and waiting. Bull turns around, allowing Tenfold to hop up, locking his legs around his neck and dragging him to the right, locking his right arm around the top rope before swinging his weight over the top rope, dragging Bull up and over the ropes and to the outside with a Hurracanrana! Tenfold uses the momentum to quickly land on the apron, climbing into the ring. He looks at the top rope, then outside to Hi Octane who is beginning to get to his feet with the help of Princess Firepower, and simply decides to lift Holly up, grabbing his right arm and irish whipping him across the ring, catching Holly on the rebound, lifting and spinning him before nailing a fluid Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker.

Gibson: Nice!

Xplode: I’ve seen him do it before..

Tenfold quickly hops to his feet, the adrenaline starting to roll as he hoists Holly to his feet, quickly hopping up and hitting Holly with a Hurracanrana which sends him rolling into the middle of the ring. Octane quickly slides in, rushing at Tenfold and nailing him with a ruthless Clothesline which sends Tenfold down to the mat. Octane leans down, grasping Tenfold by his neck and pulling him roughly to his feet, only for Tenfold to nail a swift right kick into Octanes abdomen. Octane stumbles back, allowing Tenfold to unleash a second right kick, followed by a massive kick with his left leg before leaping up, nailing a huge dropkick which sends Octane against the ropes. Tenfold rushes forward, leaping up for a Hurracanrana, but Octane quickly grasps him as he jumps, leaning backwards and allowing Tenfold to dive almost straight over him and crash to the outside. Firepower swiftly moves as Tenfold hits the outside, hopping onto the apron and pointing at Holly before swiping a thumb across her throat. Octane nods, walking over to Holly and hauling him to his feet, taking a few steps back and nailing him with a swift Side Kick, sending him collapsing to the mat. Octane raises his arms, pointing to the lower left turnbuckle and strutting over to it, climbing up to the top. Bull, however, is hauling himself up using the apron, climbing onto it. Octane aims a punch at Bull, who ducks under it and lunges forward, climbing onto the second rope and nailing Octane with a swift hook right into his jaw. Octane stumbles slightly as Bull leans up, grabbing the back of his head and shoving him off the turnbuckle. Octane stumbles off, twisting to face Bull only for him to swing a vicious right hook. Octane ducks under, but this allows Bull to swing his knee up into Octanes face, catching him in the nose! Octane falls off the apron, clutching his now-bloodied nose as Tenfold rushes to his feet, dropkicking Bull in the back! Bull stumbles forward and off the ropes, sending him stumbling back and into a roll-up from Tenfold!

1….2..KICK OUT!

Bull powers out and Tenfold releases the roll-up. Bull twists around, swinging a right hook at Tenfold, only for Tenfold to duck under it and dart forward, rebounding off of the ropes behind Bull and running back at him. Bull turns, catching a faceful of Tenfolds knee as he executes another Shining Wizard, sending Bull to the mat! Holly stumbles up to his feet, only for Tenfold to twist, running at the ropes once more, hopping onto the top rope and springboarding off, twisting in mid-air and catching Holly with a swift dropkick! Tenfold goes to cover Holly, only for Octane to slide in, grasping Tenfolds legs and dragging him backwards. Tenfold twists onto his back, lunging out at Octane and managing to catch him with a stray boot in the face, forcing him to let go and letting Tenfold get to his feet. Bull slowly stumbles up and Tenfold turns to him, running forward and hopping up for a Hurracanrana. As soon as Tenfold leaps onto Bulls shoulders, Bull jogs backwards, allowing the momentum to carry both men before falling backwards, dropping Tenfolds chest over the set of ropes behind him!

Gibson: Good grief!

Xplode: Tenfolds like Snoopy with the Red Baron: Can’t catch a break!

Gibson: …Oh. Ha ha.

Xplode: Quiet, Charlie Brown.

Bull pulls himself to his feet, walking over to Octane and dragging him to his feet, grabbing him by the neck and shoving him backwards into the ropes. As soon as Octane stumbles into them, Bull starts to rain several blows into the side of Octanes temple. Octane slowly slides down the ropes as Bull does, allowing him to swiftly kick Octane in the chest, sending him through the ropes and to the outside. Bull turns around, but Holly charges forward, nailing him with a Cross Body which sends both men through the middle of the ropes and to the outside! The crowd cheer as they do, leaving Tenfold the only man in the ring. The referee walks over to the ropes, making sure Holly and Bull are both okay, but Holly is already back on his feet, clapping his hands repeatedly and urging the crowd to cheer louder. Bulls head slowly raises, and Holly quickly claps both sides of Bulls head. Bull shakes his head as Holly puffs his chest out, but Bull simply gets to his feet, waving Holly off and climbing onto the apron. Princess Firepower, over on the opposite side of the ringside from Hi Octane, hops onto the apron, waving her arms and yelling. The referee turns around, walking over and telling her that one more distraction will get her ejected from ringside. While Firepower distracts the referee, Octane pulls himself to his feet, lunging up and nailing a low blow to Bull! Bull stops, crouching on the apron in agony before Holly grabs Octane, turning him around and pointing at him. Octane slaps away Hollys hand, only for Holly to raise his right fist, yell “FALCON…PUNCH!!!” and slam his right fist violently into the side of Octanes temple, sending him crumbling into a heap on the floor. The crowd cheer wildly as Holly pumps his right fist enthusiastically, but is stopped when Tenfold, now up to his feet, runs forward and dives at Bull, nailing him with a dropkick which sends him backwards onto Holly, sending both men sprawling against the crowd barrier. Bull, cushioned by Holly, quickly slides into the ring, only for Tenfold to try and lift him for a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Bull simply stands, looking down at Tenfold with an eyebrow cocked. Tenfold looks up at Bull, pulling back and waiting for Bull to make his move. Both men step forward, and Bull aims a left jab for Tenfold. Tenfold darts to the side, dodging it, but Bull grasps Tenfolds neck, twisting him around and wrapping an arm around his neck, pulling him back and slamming him into the mat with a Scorpion Death Drop. Bull gets to his feet, moving away from Tenfold and waiting, crouched and eager, for Tenfold to get to his feet.

Xplode: Is he going for it?

Gibson: It could be time for a BullsEye here!

Bull waits, but Holly quickly slides into the ring to Tenfolds side..

Dante stares at Bull defiantly as Holly remains in place! Realizing that this would be futile, Bull stands back up and approaches Holly, his mouth moving due to some intense jabbering. Holly does not bite as he holds his heroic stance. The fans suddenly begin to grumble as a lone figure steps through the entrance way!

Gibson: What is this? Wait.. Is that Scorpion?

Jack bull looks at Dante Holly and then to Scorpion who is slowly heading down the ramp way! Scorpion drops the World Title and sprints towards the ring. In a surprise move, Dante Holly points at Scorpion! Jack Bull nods and slides out of the ring, meeting Scorpion head on!! The fans cheer loudly as the World Champion and number one contender go at it!

Gibson: We got an early glimpse at Retribution, right here! Look at Bull and Scorpion rip one another apart!

Jack Bull is shown elbowing Scorpion, only to be clotheslined over the crowd barrier! Jack holds on to Scorpion and brings him over the barrier with him! Both men continue to nail one another as they tumble into the crowd!

In the ring, Dante is taken by surprise as he is scooped up from behind and rolled up into a small package by Danny Tenfold! The fans cheer as the count begins!

1...
2.…
Dante kicks out!

Both men roll over and stand up quickly. Out of no where, Danny Tenfold is taken out by a jump kick by Hi Octane! He rolls out of the ring and to ringside, stunned. Standing up, Octane dusts off his hands and turns around, only to be nailed with a FALCON PUNCH! Octane goes out like a light as he crumbles to the mat! Dante Holly drops down for the pin as the fans scream in approval!

1...
2.…
THREE!

Skye: Your winner.. DANTE HOLLY!

Gibson: Wow, what an ending here! The defender of the nubile has done it!

The fans cheer loudly as Holly is shown in the ring celebrating! Jack Bull and Scorpion make their way backstage and continue to unload on one another as security breaks them up! Dante Holly watches them and then turns to the fans with an arm raised in victory!

Gibson: Hell of a match here… impressive.

Xplode: That kid is retarded…

Gibson: Bull chose the greater of two evils, and focused on the champion. I am eager to see the both of them handle business at Retribution!

Xplode: There is some serious hate brewing there. That’s for sure. We will be back.. With less retards..

[primetime]

The lights dim to a dark red. “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play! The crowd stands up immediately, cheering with all that they have! The sounds of a powerful engine revs from backstage..

Gibson: Oh no.. business has just picked up here in the EUW! OBLIVION IS HERE!!

Driving out unto the stage area amidst a cloud of smoke, Oblivion comes to a stop. He is wearing a dark blue bandana and a black leather trench coat. Nodding at the fans, he drives with haste down the ramp way and towards the ring. He then circles the ring once before halting once more, shutting down the engine after. The fans are literally screaming to death around him, loving every minute of it, as Oblivion un-mounts from the motorcycle. Rolling under the bottom rope quickly, Oblivion looks to be bothered as he circles the ring a few times, removing his leather trench coat as he does so.

Xplode: Looks like something is going on.

Gibson: This has Mister Luck written all over it…

Cracking his neck a few times, Oblivion raises a microphone to his lips with a gloved hand as the lights return to normal. His theme song fades out as the fans continue to cheer loudly!

Oblivion: I need a damn minute..

The fans continue to cheer a minute longer until they too go silent.

Oblivion: You know, the one thing I can’t stand is a person who acts like a damn snake. You all know who I am talking about, don’t you Dog Pound?

The fans begin cheering once again. The camera feed pans around a few times to show their responses.

Oblivion: When I returned to the EUW it was only meant to be a short ride. I had business to tend to and I did just that. Then I got the little message from the Las Vegas Commission, calling me out and shit like that. Did I bite on it? Hell no. What in the hell do they have that I need to worry about? My mind was on one thing.. The EMPIRE.. Period. Some people… just can’t let shit be though I guess…

The fans cheer once again as Oblivion walks around the ring a few more times. He stops in the center of the ring.

Oblivion: Mister Luck and his girlfriend, Dave, talked a lot of shit. I had enough of it and so I felt it was MY duty to take them to the “learning tree“. They needed to learn a little something about respect. You see, I get my respect around here, regardless of what they do. I may be getting up there in age, but there is plenty of action left in these hammers that I call fists if you catch my drift. I decided to teach them a lesson and show them how mortal they were… no more tag team championships for them I guess. Some people have to learn the hard way, you just don’t disrespect the Big Dog. So, enough of the damn games. If someone has something to say to me, come on down to this ring and do it.

The fans cheer louder, as camera flashes flicker behind Oblivion. He stares up at the fans, feeding off of their energy. Suddenly, they turn their attention to the entrance way, as a lone figure heads down to the ring..

Gibson: What’s this? Is that Mister Luck?

The fans respond with boos as Dante Holly stops at ringside, a look of sadness upon his face. He walks up the metal steps and enters the ring, stopping in front of Oblivion. The fans cheer loudly now as Oblivion is shown shaking his head in disgust..

Oblivion: Boy, didn’t you get enough of a beating from me already?!

Asking for a microphone, Dante nods as he turns to face Oblivion. He is dressed in a bright red superhero costume.

Holly: Toby, I am a man of great power. Alas, with great power I often over look the great responsibility! I made an error in my judgment of you! All along, while I searched for evil within your person it was only to be found elsewhere… with Mark Rivera! It is I, who lived the calling of the nubile one.

The fans cheer now as Oblivion remains silent.

Holly: I have come out here to make things right. Not as a Superhero.. But as a man. You are one of the greatest men to ever step in this ring. There never lived a truer “Hero” than you. I offer my hand in respect, if you would please let go of the mistakes I have made against you. Together, let us form a Justice League and bring down the Empire!!

The fans cheer as Oblivion stares at Holly’s outstretched hand. Holly keeps it held out there for a bit as Oblivion finally accepts the gesture. The two shake hands for a moment as the fans cheer loudly. The celebration is cut short however as the Videotron blazes to life above the stage! Smiling, Mister Luck glares down at the ring. Dante Holly steps back, confused, as Oblivion remains in place, awaiting the reason behind the interruption.

Luck: How you doing there, Big Dog? Look at you in that ring, shaking the hand of a mere boy… while playing to those ever useless fans! You know, I once thought they were your greatest strength.. But now I see that they are your weakness. You care for people. Perhaps it is time for YOU to be taken to the “Learning tree”?

Luck steps to the side as we see Big Dave holding the unconscious body of Cole Ritter, Oblivion’s step father. Cole is out cold with slight bruising on his cheek. Luck begins to laugh hysterically as Oblivion is shown gripping the ring ropes hard! He looks complete irate!

Luck: Because of you, we are no longer the tag team champions. Those belts meant everything to us. Now, we even the score. You will find this tired old man lying in the garbage shoot like the trash that all of you thugs are!

A female whimpering is heard now as we see Annette Ritter standing nearby. Oblivion almost hops over the top rope now as he sees her. Luck begins to speak again.

Luck: We have your mommy too. It would be a shame if something happened to her as well.

Oblivion: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!!

The fans are booing as Luck begins to laugh hard! Dante Holly looks terrified.

Luck: We want.. You. At Retribution, let us begin this dance between us. The Las Vegas Commission wants to face the mighty Oblivion! Let us end this stupid game of hide and go seek before someone gets hurt badly? Let’s make it a tornado tag match… you of course may find a partner of your choosing.

Oblivion lets go of the ropes and paces the ring. To his surprise, Dante Holly steps forward as he raises the microphone to his lips! The fans begin cheering instantly!

Holly: STOP VILLAIN! UNHAND THOSE CIVILIANS! Oblivion has a partner in I… DANTE HOLLY! The defender of the nubile!! Justice will prevail!!

Luck begins to laugh even harder as he speaks once again.

Luck: Oh.. This is good! This is damn good! Fine, then it is a match then.

Luck begins to turn around when he stops and says one last thing..

Luck: Hey Toby? We will hold on to your Mommy for the time being. Call it.. Insurance. If you or your little biker gang so much as come near us before then, she will pay the price. Until then..

The video cuts off as the fans boo loudly. Dante Holly looks at Oblivion as he does not say a word. Looking over his shoulder at the fans, he then looks at Dante Holly and nods as a team is formed! The fans cheer loudly as Oblivion exit’s the ring and mounts on his motorcycle! Revving up the engine, he kicks it into high gear and flies up the stage area! Dante Holly watches him as he drives out of view!

Gibson: Retribution just got a little bit more serious…

Xplode: Luck is playing with forces that he has no experience in.

[primetime]

Singles Match
Pinfall or Submission
TITAN vs. Sachiele Willows

Rock Gibson: Well fans, it's time now for the match that is garnering quite a bit of interest backstage, as monster known as TITAN returns to the ring against Sachiele Willows!

Xplode: All you uptight assholes better look away, because we’re about to have a bitch smacked into place!

Rock Gibson: And you have officially insulted and offended every female viewer that we have…

Xplode: I must have missed the part where I gave a fuck Rocky!

The lights dim down to a blood red hue. Immediately, the fans stand up to their feet and boo as camera flashes sprinkle the arena. “Another way to Die” by Disturbed begins to play as smoke machines release their contents upon the stage. The stage lights emit a strobe as Barry Jordan appears on the stage area. He is dressed in a sharp suit with a black baseball cap. The fans really let him have it as he plays to them in response. Skye begins to speak as he is seen smiling and pointing at the stage area.

Skye: Introducing first, from San Francisco, California! He stands 6’7 and weighs in at 267 pounds! He is the monster of EUW…TITAN!

The fans really respond now as trash is thrown at the stage area! Stepping out into view, TITAN is seen. He bounces in place as the fog surrounds his legs and feet. Looking down at the stage, he bounces a bit more until he suddenly jumps in to the air, an explosion rocks the arena behind him as he lands! With Barry Jordan beside him, TITAN makes his way down the ramp way now as the fans scream at him. He arrives as the ringside area only to look over his shoulder. The camera zooms in on his face as he grimaces. He then proceeds to hop to the ringside area and easily hops over the top rope after. The fans continue to respond as TITAN heads to the center of the stage, only to raise both fists in the air over his head. Behind him, camera flashes litter the background. The lights then brighten to normal as he heads to his corner, ready now to begin the match.

Rock Gibson: Look at the focus in the eyes of TITAN! I would NOT want to be Sachiele Willows here tonight!

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 ramp way 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. Raising her left fist skyward, she 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 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.

Skye: His opponent, from Boulder, Colorado! She stands 5’8” and weighs in at 168 pounds! She is the Angel of Winter…SACHIELE WILLOWS!

Xplode: Dum dum dum dum, dum dum dum dum dum dum dum!

Rock Gibson: Really Xplode? You really just did that?

Xplode: It’s the funeral song you dumb fuck!

The bell quickly rings, but TITAN wastes no motion as he sprints forward and hits a monster spear, lifting Sachiele off of the mat and carrying her halfway across the ring! Sachiele bounces off the mat and yells in pain, but doesn't have time for anything else as TITAN charges and nails a stiff shoulderblock as soon as she gets up! TITAN again wastes no time as he immediately lifts Sachiele up and plants her in a crushing sidewalk slam! With that done, TITAN quickly drops some elbows onto her prone body, then completes the flurry with a standing splash! He lifts Sachiele up quickly and throws her over in an overhead belly-to-belly suplex, nearly throwing her the full length of the ring!

Rock Gibson: Jesus! Sachiele is just getting destroyed in there!

Xplode: To the surprise of no one with half a brain Rocky! Gee, gigantic truck-like monster versus the skinny chick! What the hell did you expect!?

TITAN snickers as he walks slowly toward Sachiele while cracking his neck. He waits for her to get up and swings with a big right hand, nailing her dead in the head! Sachiele drops, but TITAN is far from finished as he quickly yanks her up by the hair, hitting some knees to the ribs! Sachiele tries to scramble away, but TITAN quickly pulls her back and locks on a vicious bear hug! TITAN shakes Sachiele around violently, the young woman looking like a rag doll! Eventually, the referee comes over to check on her, but before he can TITAN cinches her up and drives her into the canvas with an absolutely brutal spinebuster!

Rock Gibson: This is just disturbing to watch…

Xplode: Speak for yourself asshole! About damn time we got some entertainment around here!

TITAN has seemingly had enough already and quickly hoists Sachiele onto his shoulders, already looking for the Mass Effect! However, Sachiele finally shows some life and somehow manages to catch TITAN’s head and drive him down with a DDT! TITAN gets to his knees quickly, so Sachiele quickly hits a low dropkick to by herself some time! Sachiele sees her chance now and springs off the ropes to hit her trademark Cold Shoulder maneuver, but TITAN catches her in mid-air and drops into a backbreaker! Sachiele clutches at her ribs and back as she gets up, so TITAN homes in on the injury by grabbing her by the throat with both hands and literally THROWING her up, but then catches her in mid-air and drops her in another stiff standing spinebuster! Sachiele's head bounces off the mat, so TITAN picks her up and spikes her with a running powerslam!

1…

2…

Shoulder up!

TITAN seems somewhat confused as to how he didn't win, but that doesn't matter for long as he quickly lifts Sachiele up and whips her into the ropes. He goes for a back body drop, but Sachiele makes him pay for ducking his head by rolling over his back! TITAN quickly stands upright, but it’s too late as Sachiele hits him with a standing enzuigiri! Due to the size difference however, Sachiele can only connect in the upper back, but it's still enough as it doubles TITAN over and opens him up for Sachiele to try a bulldog! Unfortunately, she is just not strong enough to complete the move and TITAN shoves her off with ease! Sachiele gets to her feet…but gets DESTROYED when TITAN charges forward and hits a SICK lariat, spinning her for a full 360!

Rock Gibson: My God. I thought for a second she had a chance…

Xplode: And you thought wrong! Wow, what a fucking surprise there…

Sachiele is hurting badly now, but that doesn’t stop TITAN from grabbing her and executing another overhead belly-to-belly suplex, again throwing her across the ring! Sachiele tries to pull herself up in the corner, but pays for it when TITAN charges and crushes her with a massive body splash! She falls once again, so TITAN simply places one foot on her throat and chokes her while soaking in the jeers from the people! The referee makes him break, but he continues by lifting Sachiele back up and nailing a beautiful bridging German Suplex!

1…

2…

Shoulder up!

TITAN is unmoved and grabs Sachiele for what appears to be a Chokeslam, but as he lifts her up, Sachiele somehow manages to bring her leg up and kick TITAN straight in the face! TITAN goes down and Sachiele quickly gets to the top rope and snaps off a beautiful Moonsault, looking for a quick win!

1…

Kickout with authority!

Sachiele wastes no motion now as she quickly waits for TITAN to get to his knees. With that done, she charges and nails a modified version of the Yakuza Kick! TITAN goes down, so she covers once again!

1…

Kickout with authority!

Rock Gibson: This is ridiculous! It’s like her offense has no effect on TITAN! She can’t even get a two count!

Xplode: And again this is no surprise to anyone that’s not named Rock Gibson!

Sachiele looks at TITAN with a hint of frustration on her usually cold face as he gets up ready for more, seemingly wondering what it will take to put him down! She manages to charge at TITAN with a running forearm, but TITAN doesn't even move! He simply looks down at where she connected and laughs in her face, before giving her his own forearm shot right to the face! Sachiele drops like a rock, but that doesn't stop TITAN from lifting her back up and over his head in a gorilla press! He holds her there and looks out towards the crowd, mocking them before slamming her to the mat with authority! The big man follows up with a very sick move now, as he jumps as high as he can in the air and comes crashing down on Sachiele’s torso with both knees! Sachiele immediately screams in pain and clutching her ribs before beginning to visibly spit up blood. In spite of this, TITAN simply snickers and DOES IT AGAIN!!! The crowd gasps in horror as he once again comes crashing down on the now-helpless woman before casually covering.

1…

2…

TITAN pulls her up!

The referee admonishes TITAN, but he doesn’t care as he quickly grabs Sachiele and plants her with a huge release Powerbomb! He covers once again as the referee slides into position.

1…

2…

TITAN pulls her up!

Rock Gibson: Come on you sick bastard! You’ve proven your damn point!

Xplode: Oh grow a set and act like a man Rocky! This is entertaining!

TITAN now snickers once again and goes to grab Sachiele once again by the hair, only for her to attempt an inside cradle! Unfortunately, TITAN is simply too big for Sachiele to take over, so he simply stands up with her still attempting the move! Once to his feet, he quickly grabs her and drops straight down, planting her into the canvas with a modified fisherman buster! He looks over at his manager Barry Jordan now, who simply signals to continue the punishment! He picks Sachiele up once again, but Sachiele headbutts him in jaw! Seeing what might be her one chance, Sachiele backs up and then throws the Frostbite! However, TITAN merely sidesteps and Sachiele crashes into the canvas once again! TITAN is enraged now and decides that enough is enough, as he quickly hoists Sachiele onto his shoulders and plants her into the mat with the Mass Effect! But this isn’t enough for the monster, as he picks her up one more time and hits the Mass Effect once again!

Rock Gibson: This is just sick…

He looks for a third Mass Effect, but is quickly cut off when Barry Jordan yells at him from ringside! TITAN looks over at his manager, who quickly gives him some type of hand signal. TITAN nods his head gruffly, apparently understanding his instructions. Once this is done he quickly lifts Sachiele up and drives her down into the canvas with another Powerbomb! However he’s not done as he picks her up for a second one! This still isn’t enough for TITAN though as he executes a third Powerbomb, completing the Devastator!

Xplode: Talk about putting the woman in her place. Fuck…

TITAN now raises his arms and screams in anger at the crowd booing him, seemingly relishing in the destruction he has caused! The referee takes this chance to check on Sachiele Willows, who is completely unconscious! Seeing this, the referee finally decides to step up and signals for the bell, stopping the match since Sachiele can’t continue! TITAN turns around with a look of fiery rage in his eyes upon hearing the bell, apparently not finished! He looks ready to destroy the referee, but Barry Jordan quickly slides in the ring and calms him down! Eventually, Jordan is able to keep the monster maintained as he convinces TITAN to exit the ring, the message obviously sent!

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has stopped this match and declared that Sachiele Willows cannot continue! Therefore, your winner by TKO is…TITAN!

TITAN and Barry Jordan now march up the ramp as paramedics quickly come down with a stretcher to attend to the badly beaten woman in the ring.

[primetime]

The fans begin to cheer loudly as a locker room door swings open, revealing the large frame of Chuck Johnson! With beer in hand, he steps out into the hallway where Jack Rodgers is seen waiting! He smiles at the smaller man before speaking..

CJ: Hey Jack, it’s sort of weird for a fella’ to be hanging outside of a person’s locker room ya’ know.

Rodgers: I was asked to interview you by the top brass. Got a moment?

CJ: Sure, fire away!

Johnson guzzles the beer in his hand as Rodgers raises a microphone to his lips.

Rodgers: We are here with Chuck Johnson! Tonight, you are set to square off against Jack Brett Cross in one of the most inventive matches of the year.. The Hail the Ale match! How do you like your chances here?

CJ: Hell, I think they are pretty good if you ask me.. And you are. I mean, I woke up this morning and got to training right away. It was tough work but I gritted my teeth and fought through it. I think I broke my record for reps!

Rodgers: Push ups? Sit ups?

CJ: Hell Naw’ , Son! I repeatedly slammed a twelve pack under 20 minutes!

The fans begin to laugh now as CJ looks off into the distance.

CJ: Then I felt I should walk into that match with the best mind frame possible, so I bought myself a Whopper with Cheese! I love them things. The fries there weren’t too bad either.

Rodgers: Are you taking this match seriously?

CJ: Of course I am, partner! It’s a drinking match! I was born for this shit! Redneck versus Viking, North versus South! Handsome Fella’ versus Homosexual Comic book guy! On a serious note though, he is a big dude. That should be a big help.

Rodgers: Any final thoughts?

CJ: Tonight, I am going out and whipping the most dangerous man in the EUW! I will do it my way, on my own home turf! HAIL THE DAMN ALE-

??: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!

Suddenly, a new person enters the feed, grabbing Jack Rodgers by the shirt collar and flinging him out of the way! TITAN stares down into the gaze of Chuck Johnson, his chest heaving slowly as he grits his large teeth.

CJ: I was.. Uum.. Doing an interview? Calm your happy ass down, will ya’?

TITAN: You think your cute, don’t you? Aren’t you the man who was crying a few weeks ago about losing? I would have too had I lost to a piece of shit opponent like Danny Tenfold as well!

The crowd begins to boo now, periodically chanting “CHUCK CHUCK CHUCK!” Chuck Johnson looks down at the floor a moment until he gazes back up with his response.

CJ: I guess it could have been worse. I could have lost the World Championship due to a Viking holding my leg! Don’t worry though, I will help you out and whip Cross’s ass for you. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I suggest you get out of my way before I warm up by beating on you first..

The crowd cheers as TITAN remains in place. Both men are nose to nose now..

TITAN: I should have ended your fucking career the last time I busted you up. You better watch your back. You never know when shit can get out of hand. It would be a real shame if you capped off your useless career by getting broken in half before Retribution if you catch my drift.

Chuck smiles and begins to head in the opposite direction. He stops just as he is about to leave the hallway..

CJ: Hey man, if you want some of me, then meet me in that ring tonight. I got enough in the tank for the both of you jackasses.

[primetime]

Hail the Ale Match!
Winner is the man who drinks the most ale!.
Chuck Johnson vs. Brett Cross

Gibson: Now we get to the next match of the evening. This one is.. Interesting.. To say the least! A party is about to happen in the ring before us, complete with a never ending supply of Ale! Xplode, what do you… hey.. XPLODE?!

The camera pans to ringside where Xplode is seen grabbing a few cans of beer and stuffing them into his pockets. Cracking one open, he walks back to the announcer table and smiles.

Gibson: Better?

Xplode: Much.

Gibson: Let’s look to ringside where Skye prepares to begin the festivities!

The feed switches to the ring. Various kegs of beer and ale are littered around the square circle. Standing in the middle of it all, Skye shrugs and then shakes her head before speaking..

Skye: And now.. The Hail the Ale MATCH! Coming to the ring first, Chuck Johnson!

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

Gibson: Chuck Johnson… redneck… fan favorite. I think his chances here are pretty good! What do you… XPLODE?!!

Xplode arrives back at the announcer booth, a new six pack of beer under his arm.

Xplode: Sorry, I ran out. Needed a refill.

Skye: Coming to the ring next, Brett Cross!

The guitar intro of Hermod's Ride to Hel begins to blare out of the PA system, htiting hard as pyros go off over the entrance and Brett Cross makes his way out from underneath a waterfall of golden sparks, not wasting any time. As the drums enter, the audience stomps their feet in unison with the rhythm, shaking the entire arena with their cheers. 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.

The fans cheer loudly for both men as they stare at one another. Cross paces back and forth amongst the kegs of beer. Across the ring, Johnson rests against the turnbuckle, his face displaying a disgusted look. After a bit of a staredown, Johnson walks across the ring and picks up a large can of beer. He shows it to the fans before cracking it open. The fans cheer loudly as he begins to guzzle it down quickly! Beer runs down his chin and unto his shirt!

Gibson: And it begins! The winner is the man who can drink the most beer here!

Slamming the whole can, Johnson squeezes it and tosses it over his shoulder. The fans cheer. Cross snorts and then chooses his attack. He reaches down and picks up what looks to be a 40 ounce bottle of Pale Ale! Ripping the bottle top off, he slams it hard as the fans cheer loudly!!

Xplode: Damn, look at him go!

The Ale slowly empties out of the bottle until none is left. Cross then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and shatters the bottle against the ring floor! Behind him, a scoreboard reads…

Edge: Cross.

Gibson: Well, Brett has the early lead here. With his body size, he looks to be a shoe in if you ask me.

Xplode: No one did..

Chuck Johnson laughs a bit and searches the ring. He then drops to the mat and slides to ringside, lifting the curtain. After a quick search, he pulls out a construction helmet! On each side of the helmet is a beer can, attacked via bungee cord! Sliding back into the ring, he places the helmet upon his head. He then takes the attached straw and begins to sip out of it, drinking down 2 cans of beer at the same time!!

Gibson: WOW!

The fans cheer loudly as Johnson’s face turns a red hue! The cans are now empty as he removes the helmet and tosses it into the fans! The scoreboard is shown once again..

Edge: Johnson

Gibson: This is a fight of epic proportions! How can Cross top that maneuver? That helmet was pure professional.

Cross nods his head in respect as he begins to dig through the various containers in the ring. He then picks up a huge keg of ale! Pulling out a large metal sword from behind his back, he slams it into the can and then yanks it out again, causing the ale to spray him in the face! He then lifts the can and presses his mouth against it.. Drinking straight out of the keg!! His face is beat red as he contains the pressure inside!

Gibson: Cross is now raising the stakes here! This is amazing! Can he take that whole can!

Xplode: If he don’t.. I will!

The fans cheer Cross on as his legs begin to shake! Still holding the keg in the air, Cross continues to drink until he finally slams the large can on the mat! It bounces from the pressure.. Empty! The fans go into a frenzy as Cross smiles. He looks to be a bit drunk now, as he stumbles a bit! Chuck Johnson turns to look at the scoreboard as it flashes..

Edge: Cross!

Gibson: Brett Cross has pulled a bold move here! He just finished off an entire keg of ale! This match is getting intense!

Shaking his head, Chuck Johnson bows to Brett Cross. Cross responds with a loud burp that causes the fans to laugh. Walking around the ring now, Johnson spots his next attack. Pulling out a large hose, He carries it over to a nearby trash can that is filled to the brim with beer! He then dips the hose into the can and begins to suck on the other end! Johnson creates a beer bong!!

Xplode: Wow.. Chuck Johnson really sucks well. He should suck things for a living.

The fans cheer as Chuck falls to one knee. His baseball cap falls off his head as he guzzles away! He then stops the hose and takes a deep breath. Beer flows anyway, drenching the ring around him! Bret Cross walks up to CJ and picks up another hose from the mat. He dips it into the can and both men begin to guzzle now, sending the fans into a frenzy! They begin to chant at the same time..

“HAIL THE ALE! HAIL THE ALE! HAIL THE ALE!”

Cross and Johnson look at one another as they drink away! Reaching out with one hand, Johnson fist pounds Cross in respect as the two men slowly.. Finish.. Off.. The… beer! The trash is completely empty now as Cross boots it! He is smashed, falling to the mat and causing laughter! Johnson begins to laugh his ass off… only to fall backwards into a table, collapsing it and bringing the cans of beers down on top of him!!

Gibson: Well, both men are down now! Who will be the won to win here!?! This is a true battle of strength!

Cross begins to rise up one more time only to tumble back down to the mat once more! His long hair falls into his face as he braces himself, the world spinning inside of his mind. Across the ring, Chuck Johnson is seen laughing his ass off as he lays upon his back! He reaches out, grabbing a nearby ice cooler! Fighting to lift the lid, he removes a tall bottle of beer and cracks it open.. Drinking it while lying down!

Edge: Johnson

The fans cheer loudly as Brett Cross rolls over on to his side. He is shown laughing his ass off as he stares at CJ in a pool of spilled beer. Cross’s large arms begin to drag Cross across the ring now until he rolls out and falls to ringside. Lifting the ring apron, he begins to fish out something..

Gibson: What is he doing?

The fans begin to cheer now as Cross pulls out a large metal Norse styled shield!! As the fans cheer loudly, Cross rolls into the ring and grabs a large jug of authentic mead! He then pours it sloppily unto the shield, filling it up! Chuck Johnson sits up, watching in amazement as eh claps along with the fans! Then, Cross brings the shield to his lips and guzzles away! The mead rejuvenates Cross as he guzzles it down! The bell begins to ring as the fans cheer loudly!!!

Winner: BRETT CROSS!!

Gibson: Holy shit! This was a blast! Cross has shown who is truly the greatest drinker of all!

Slamming the shield down upon the mat, Cross walks across the ring and helps CJ to his feet! Both men raise their hands in victory as the fans cheer along with them!

Gibson: Well, this was a great match up with a respectful ending. I like it.

Cross drops to the mat and stumbles up the rampway and out of sight. CJ is left in the ring alone now, as he tries to leave as well. Instead, he fumbles down to the mat, completely drunk. Raising his head, he looks out at the fans as they begin to chant..

“DON’T QUIT! DON’T QUIT! DON’T QUIT!”

CJ nods, and then rolls out of the ring. He raises two fists over his head as he walks up the ramp way, stopping at the stage area. CJ turns around now and looks at the fans as they cheer him on… only to be clotheslined from behind by TITAN!!!!

Gibson: OH MY GAWD!!!

CJ shoots forward face first! The fans boo loudly as TITAN is shown glaring down at CJ, thirsty for carnage! TITAN then picks up CJ like he is a light item, and places him on his broad shoulders. Walking over to the edge of the stage, TITAN spins and nails the Mass Effect… on to the sound stage!!! Sparks fly as Chuck Johnson crumbles sickeningly unto various tables and speakers! TITAN remains in place, laughing as Barry Jordan walks up behind him. Barry is shown pointing at CJ and slapping TITAN on the shoulder as the feed switches to the announcer booth..

Xplode: Damn.. TITAN just fired the first shot.. Big time.

Gibson: Lets go to commercial… this is horrible..

The feed fades out as we see TITAN and Jordan walking back into the backstage area. CJ is still out cold as the scene fades out..

[primetime]

Great men stood in the ring years ago. Men who gave their all for a chance to be remembered for a lifetime. Legacies were more important than championships, greatness valued above all. The EUW would like to honor a new class this year of talented writers for their hard work, compassion, and talent. Tune in before Retribution for a special show. The 2011 EUW Hall of Fame welcomes stars such as Lincoln Daggerson, Warrior, Chris Sabora, and Xplode. This is what it is all about.

[primetime]

Gibson: This has been one hell of a night so far. Now, we get to an interesting event. Both brand owners will be squaring off tonight in an official debate! This is sure to be an exciting moment for us fans. Mark Rivera, the CEO of the Empire will give us some insight into what he sees as far as the future of the company.

Xplode: (Laughing) What I want to know is, will Kirk Kennedy be able to keep his hands to himself and resist strangling Rivera.

Gibson: This will be the first meeting between these two men as they prepare to square off at Retribution! Sole ownership of the EUW will be on the line between those two men. This should be quite interesting indeed..

The fans cheer loudly now as Skye is seen holding a microphone in her hand. She nods at the fans a few times and then raises the microphone to speak..

Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen.. The CEO of EUW.INC! Kirk Kennedy!!

The fans stand up and cheer as “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne begins to play! Stepping through the entrance in casual jeans and shirt is Kirk Kennedy! He wears a baseball cap that reads “EUW”. Walking down the ramp way, Kirk slaps the outstretched hands of the fans as he reaches ringside. Rolling under the bottom rope, he clumsily stands back up and shakes Skye’s hand.

Gibson: There you have it, the MAN! Kirk Kennedy has been tested over and over this year and he has overcome each challenge valiantly. I admire him.

Xplode: I don’t know if I admire him, but I give the dude credit. He is one tough son of a bitch.

The fans chant “EUW.. EUW.. EUW!!!”

Gibson: Listen to these fans really get into this! EUW pride is in full effect!

Kirk Kennedy smiles as he listens to the fans. He then gestures for them to calm down as he begins to speak..

Kirk: Hello EUW Universe! The days are quickly passing by until this whole nightmare finally comes to a damn end! Come on, let’s hear some noise up in this arena!!

The fans begin to cheer loudly now, shaking the very floor beneath the ring!

Kirk: I love it! You know, since the day I took over as the CEO, I have been living the dream. This company was a damn mess when I took over but with the help of the staff, the roster, and all of you fans, we have become the number on efed on the planet! This is truly a huge achievement! I would be lying if I did not admit that this year has been tough on myself and my family. I have watched the company that I love so dearly descend into darkness and to be honest, I felt helpless to do anything about it. Things are finally returning to normal as we speak though. Today, Rivera and I sign the dotted line and put our careers at stake. I assure you, I have no second thoughts about doing it. You have to be willing to give it all up to achieve something great in this world. So, with that being said, bring out Rivera. It’s time to make this match.. A reality.

The fans begin to boo now as Skye begins to speak..

Skye: And now.. The CEO of the Empire.. MARK RIVERA!

The negative responses are CRAZY as Mark Rivera steps through the entrance area. He smiles brightly as he waves to the fans, completely ignoring their hatred. Slowly walking down the ramp way, he nods and waves to the fans some more as cursing is flung his way.

Gibson: I can’t stand that shit ass.

Xplode: Shit Ass? What the hell is that?

Gibson: Mark Rivera.. That’s what! I am glad that I will be front row and center when Mister Kennedy destroys that man! This whole Empire nonsense can then finally fade away into the rest of the “bad idea” files!

Walking up the metal steps, Mark Rivera steps through the ropes and spins in circles. The fans throw litter and various items as he smiles and turns to face Kirk Kennedy.

Kirk: Congratulations, Mark. It seems that you had the arrest warrant.. Lifted.

Rivera: Oh, you will come to see one day that there is nothing that I can not achieve when pushed to do so. I will say though, this turn here really is impressive. I mean, I always figured San Diego to be a place full of illegal aliens and flea market merchants. The fact that they scrimped together their savings accounts to afford a seat here really says a lot about their character!

Kirk: Nice. I expect nothing less out of you though.

The fans begin to chant: RIVERA SUCKS! RIVERA SUCKS! RIVERA SUCKS!

Rivera: You know, Kirk, I have seriously thought about our little relationship. I have truly come to respect you. I mean, not many men have ever challenged as much as you have. It will be sad to see you go. Yet, in every competition their must be a loser and as the old saying goes… this town just is not big enough for the both of us.

Kirk: I am glad that you realize this. So, now that the secrets are out and the charade is over, tell us the truth. Why are you doing all of this? Why can’t you just go away? Repeatedly you have been shown the door and yet you keep on turning back up. It makes no sense to me.

Rivera: Of course it doesn’t. You do not work on the same wavelength that I do. You see, Kirk, while you have been toiling away trying to “Correct” the errors of the former owners, I have had a bigger dream. I embrace the concepts and ideas of the past and choose to learn from them. The EUW is an old relic, one that should have been buried with that over promoted windbag.. Ash Mathews. Yes, I said it.

The fans begin to boo loudly.

Rivera: I will admit, when I first met him he truly inspired me. I could feel his contempt for the creation that was his. For a moment, I almost felt a kindred spirit in him. As with all things though, his true colors became apparent. Ash was like a hurt ex-girlfriend. He just wanted that pat on the back and to be recognized for his hard work, something you did as a matter of fact. In the end, he was no different then you all. Had I created the EUW and had it stolen from me, I would have been a thorn in the new owners side! I would have fought tooth and nail for my company. No, Ash Mathews is a joke that is remember far more fondly than he deserves to be and the EUW should die with him. I am here to make sure that this comes to be.

Kirk: Yeah, and your Empire was that much more impressive?

Rivera: At least we got our point across. I brought together a group of men who would never have helped one another under any circumstances. Time and time again, we proved that the EUW is flawed, not just on the outside but on the inside. I want to bring the excitement back to this sport. People need to FEEL their careers here. This is not a sport… but a LIFE… and I intend on leading everyone there. I look around this company and I see wasted potential. Take for instance.. Skye over there.

The fans boo as Mark Rivera gestures to Skye. Skye looks confused as she shakes her head.

Rivera: The first thing you did was hire a pretty face to announce the matches upon your tenure as owner. Sure, this may appeal to the less than respectable crowd. All you truly did in hiring her though was help to further take away the credibility of this company. She is nothing more than a nice set of tits and a pretty smile. Is this how you want this company seen? I fondly remember John Walt, the former announcer. He did his job and never questioned his management team. My Empire knew their places and performed as instructed while the EUW scrambled over who would lead them. The results are clear.

Kirk: You think you have everything worked out don’t you?

Rivera: Oh, I know I do. Every step I have taken, every move I have made, has led to this one moment. I am the man who asked for a job here as a backstage announcer over 3 years ago, and was shunned by Warrior. Now look at him, he works for me. Remember Chris Sabora? This was the man who attacked me viciously with that cursed Maximum Overdrive the day that I was asked to leave a year ago. I vowed to have my revenge. Where is he now? Again, I backed up my words. I always do what I say I will, regardless of the stakes. What about the company brand battle? I believe that worked out in my favor as well.

As the fans boo, Kirk Kennedy paces the ring. He stares up at the fans and then responds.

Kirk: You sure know how to talk, Mark. Well let me say this. Skye is a damn good ring announcer, and her skill is top notch! Chris Sabora was taken out, but I guarantee he will return. Just like everything you set out to do, you only get the job done halfway. This is why you have constantly been defeated in your efforts! This is why you were defeated during the Empire effort…

The fans cheer now and stand up in their seats!

Kirk: THIS IS WHY YOU WILL BE DEFEATED.. ONCE AND FOR ALL… AT RETRIBUTION!

The fans are in a frenzy!

Kirk: Mark, in one month it will be me and you. There will be no more games or deceptions. If you want this company you will have to go through me and I promise you, you better be ready to let go of all of your rules to do that. As long as I am standing, you will NEVER take over this company. Your year long reign of terror is going to come to an end.. One way or another! In my hand is a signed contract. Take this pen and sign it too so we can make this match happen. Unless you don’t have the balls! You are great at having others do your dirty work for you. Now, let’s see if you can get your own hands dirty this time..

Mark Rivera accepts the clipboard and stares at it a moment. He then looks at Kirk Kennedy.

Rivera: Checkmate..

Rivera then signs the paper and tosses it at Kirk Kennedy. The clipboard hits his chest and falls to the mat below. The fans cheer loudly as Kirk Kennedy steps up to Mark Rivera! Both men have a stare down!

Gibson: OH MY GAWD! This could happen now!!!

Xplode: If Kirk doesn’t hit him soon I may do it for him!

Kirk glares down at Mark Rivera. Rivera smiles in response. As the fans cheer around them, Rivera is the first to end the staredown with a hard slap to Kennedy’s face! The fans cheer even louder now as Kirk keeps his head arched to the side! Finally, letting go of his cool, Kennedy spears Mark Rivera into the mat! With a flurry of punches and elbows, Kennedy lays into Mark Rivera who is desperately fending off the attacks!

Gibson: GET HIM!

Standing up now, Kirk Kennedy rips off his shirt exposing a well chiseled chest! The fans scream in approval as he turns to attack Rivera once more, only to see Rivera slide out of the ring and fall to the ringside area clumsily! Tumbling backwards, Rivera glares at Kennedy and shouts at him as th efans begin to chant..

“HEY HEY HEY.. GOOOOOOOOOOODBYE!”

Kirk Kennedy leans against the ropes and taunts Rivera into stepping back in the ring! Rivera is shown now smiling as he straightens his hair. He backs up the ramp way and leaves to the backstage area, leaving Kirk Kennedy to play to the fans!

Gibson: The first shot has been fired ladies and gentlemen! Kirk showed Rivera where he can stick it tonight!

Xplode: I didn’t think he had it in him. I expect that both of those men will be applying a generous amount of Ben Gay tonight to nurse their old bones..

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

The feed fades out as we see Kirk Kennedy playing to the fans.

[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]

Main Event
EUW Hardkore Championship
Immanuel Taylor vs. Jackal

Rock Gibson: Well ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our main event and title match of the evening. Immanuel Taylor will be defending the Hardkore title against Jackal in a Hardkore Match. Now before we cut to the ring, let’s look a bit into the context of this matchup.

Xplode: Go for it.

Rock Gibson: Ok, now we’ve got Immanuel Taylor as the Hardkore Champion.

Xplode: A.K.A the guy with nothing hardcore about him A.K.A the boring asshole whose matches make me sleep

Rock Gibson: Well….that’s a way to put it. I’d prefer to say he’s an orthodox wrestler. Now Immanuel is defending against Jackal, who seems to have no problem treading into hardcore area. In a way, this is a match of ideology rather than a simple title defense. Let's head over to Skye, awaiting in the middle of the ring.

The camera cuts to the ring where Skye is standing confident and erect in the middle of the ring, looking noteworthy in her latest dress. She wastes no time in conducting her job.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Hardkore title match will be for one fall and it will be contested under the rules of a Hardcore bout. Under the rules of a Hardcore match, there are no rules other than the fact that a win may only be achieved via pinfall, submission, or knockout victory. Anything else is fair game.

The lights in the arena become different shades of red, as a red fog rises from the floor, and stage as "Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach echoes throughout the arena. Suddenly, a small hole appears on the stage and Jackal emerges, as if being raised by a small platform, with a shopping cart full of items of many uses.

Skye: Introducing first, he is the challenger, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds and standing six foot two. Hailing from the 2nd circle of hell, he is Jackal!

Jackal looks around, before grabbing the shopping cart full of miscellaneous items and making his way down the ramp while engaging the fans. Jackal leaves the shopping cart full of a myriad of items outside the ring before sliding in via the bottom rope, in the corner. Once in the ring, Jackal crouches down in the corner, staring intently across the ring and refuses to move until the bell rings.

The camera switches to the shopping cart and its contents, full of truly random items ranging from a steel pipe to a DVD player to the customary kendo sticks and lighttubes sticking out. A brass knuckle can be seen through the mesh of the shopping cart’s wire structure.

Rock Gibson: Looks like Jackal seems to be following the hardcore tradition religiously.

Xplode: Was that a DVD player in the shopping cart?

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

Skye: And making his way to the ring, he is the reigning and defending Hardkore Champion….born in Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 241 pounds and standing six foot six… he is Immanuel Taylor!

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

The referee raises the Hardkore title up high for the crowd to see. He does this for all sides of the ring before making his way to Jackal’s corner and shows it to Jackal, who glances at it for a second before turning his gaze back to Immanuel, whom the referee proceeds to do the same thing with in regards to the title. The referee then hands the title to Skye, who makes her way out of the ring and to the ring bell with it. Both Immanuel and Jackal make their way to the middle of the ring and stand face-to-face with considerable distance in-between them. The ring bell resounds with an opening ring as the Hardkore Title bout is officially underway.

Jackal and Immanuel stand there in the middle of the ring for a couple of seconds as the crowd screams “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”. Jackal tries to read the stone-faced Immanuel Taylor, who seems intent on not rushing anything. Jackal finally makes the first move….by exiting the ring. Immanuel simply stares as Jackal heads over to the shopping cart full of items and begins emptying it. He throws in the ring the finite number of kendo sticks, the steel pipe, the DVD player, a cookie cutter, the brass knuckles, and a screw driver. Jackal then reaches with both his hands and pulls out a heavy structure which seems to be strongly lodged in the shopping cart itself. The heavy structure turns out to be a Kitchen Sink. Jackal is able to throw it inside the ring as it hits the mat and lets out a very loud thud. Jackal then grabs the shopping cart itself and throws it in the ring. By the time he’s done, the ring is scattered with random items.

Jackal enters the ring and, carefully making his way past the scattered weapons, stands once again opposite the stone-faced Immanuel Taylor. Jackal yells at him to pick his weapon. Immanuel looks around for a bit before looking back at Jackal and raising his left arm challenging him to a lock-up. Jackal, wanting to let Immanuel lead the beginning of the match, accepts and proceeds to lock-up with the orthodox Immanuel Taylor. Both men proceed to shove each other in a lock-up position. Immanuel is able to get Jackal down and quickly locks in a grounded headlock. Jackal writhes a bit before breaking the hold and putting Immanuel in the same hold.

Immanuel reverses the hold by placing his arms around Jackal’s upper back and pushing forward, pinning Jackal on his back. The referee gets in position to make the pin but has to sweep away the weapons from his path. He slams his arm once and Jackal, realizing Immanuel has driven him back-first into the mat, lets go of the hold. Jackal tries to keep the offense in his field b wrapping his legs around Immanuel’s throat in a headscissorcs position. Immanuel, having his head pressed in-between Jackal’s thighs, counters by grabbing Jackal’s wrists with his arms and then falling backwards, slingshotting Jackal into the corner. Jackal, who loosened the hold by reflexive when Immanuel hoisted up, ends up grabbing the corner just as he is flung into it.

Immanuel gets up but Jackal hits him in the gut with a mule kick before making his way up to the top rope. He leaps forward with a flying clothesline but Immanuel moves out of the way. Jackal lands on his feet. Immanuel, already behind him, moves in quickly, locks his arms around Jackal’s waist and pulls off a German Suplex, bridging it for the pinfall.

One…Tw-immediate kickout by Jackal. Immanuel quickly follows up by locking Jackal in an abdominal stretch. Both men are in the middle of the ring with the various weapons scattered around them. None have been used so far.

Rock Gibson: And it seems we’re getting everything but a Hardcore match here, Xplode. Jackal came to the ring with a shopping cart full of weapons, which are all scattered around the ring. Immanuel challenged him to a technical lock-up and it seems Jackal did not want to back down from that challenge.

Xplode: He should have. I’ve wrestled technical wrestlers before and they are a goddamned pain in the ass. Seriously, this Immanuel fuck is textbook armbar-and-leglocks jerk-off. The key to dealing with them, Gibson, is to get them out of their comfort zone. Immanuel’s got submissions, Jackal’s got a hardcore instinct. This is a hardcore match. He shouldn’t have accepted Immanuel’s invite for a technical lockup.

Jackal fights through the abdominal stretch by pushing Immanuel backwards onto his shoulders, signifiying a pinfall. The referee gets in position but Immanuel quickly converts it into a headscissorcs. Jackal, however is able to find a loophole in Immanuel’s loop of submissions by quickly grabbing the closet weapon next to him, a screwdriver, and jamming it into Immanuel’s left thigh. Taylor lets out a painful scream as the screwdriver seemed to bruise him and has not penetrated through the skin. Jackal throws the weapon away and gets up before grabbing another weapon, this time a kendo stick. Realizing submissions is not worth tampering with, Jackal has decided to fully embrace the ubiquitous weapons surrounding him. He slams the kendo stick on Immanuel’s back, who lets out another scream and quickly rolls out of the ring.

Jackal rolls out after him and, armed with the kendo stick, swings it towards Immanuel’s face. Immanuel ducks and the kendo stick ends up being smashed into two by the ring post. Immanuel, now having accustomed himself to the pain brought on by the screwdriver, nails Jackal in the back with an elbow to his kidney area. Jackal grunts before returning the favor with an elbow to Immanuel’s face. Immanuel is driven backwards to the audience barrier. Jackal quickly goes up the steel steps, climbs up to the top rope of the corresponding turnbuckle and, with intensity, leaps off with a flying clothesline nailing it perfectly and driving Immanuel and himself over the crowd barrier and into the crowd itself.

Rock Gibson: Uh oh….I think EUW is going to end up with a slew of lawsuits if Jackal and Immanuel end up having a fist-fight in the midst of the crowd.

Xplode: And we would have gotten a shitload of lawsuits if they kept up their technical showdown in the middle of a hardcore match and a ring full of weapons. Falls do count anywhere, right?

Rock Gibson: Yep

Xplode: Then this title match just got ten times more interesting. I think I’ll actually be able to finish commentating on an Immanuel Taylor match without falling asleep.

Both Immanuel and Jackal struggle to make it back up to their feets as both men are in the middle of the audience, in the front two rows. Both finally get back up and Jackal takes the first swing, nailing Immanuel in his jaw. Jackal gets another punch in, bringing Immanuel to his knees. Immanuel suddenly leaps upward and pulls off an elbow to Jackal’s chest. Taylor groggily steps backward as Jackal momentarily struggles to breathe due to the position of the elbow strike. Immanuel suddenly rushes forward for a spear, Jackal is able to narrowly sidestep him. Since this is in the audience location, Immanuel ends up two rows higher than Jackal.

Immanuel, careful not to bump into the sea of fans surrounding Jackal and him, takes a second to re-position himself in this volatile new environment. Jackal, now breathing robustly, shoves a fan aside and picks up the steel chair he was sitting. He folds it and heads two rows up to confront Immanuel Taylor. Jackal drives the steel chair into Immanuel’s gut and then onto his back. Immanuel drops down to his knees as Jackal raises the steel chair and slams it straight onto Immanuel's skull. Jackal, knowing that this probably would not be enough, decides to go for a pinfall anyway.

One....

Two.....Kickout by Immanuel. Jackal decides to experiment by moving a row higher. Now higher than Immanuel, Jackal goes to pull off a high flying manuver. Immanuel, however, is able to pull Jackal's ankles, causing him to fall back-first on the concrete. Immanuel holds his right thigh in pain as Jackal does the same with his back. Immanuel makes it to his feet first and decides to go for a submission maneuver. Immanuel grabs Jackal from the head and locks in a triangle choke.

Rock Gibson: And Immanuel locking in a submission maneuver.

Xplode: This fucker just can’t help himself.

Jackal, bent forward with his head sandwiched between Immanuel’s thighs, tries to find a way out as Immanuel keeps the hold locked in solid. Jackal’s left arm hovers over the concrete as the referee keeps his gaze uninterrupted. The crowd completely surround Immanuel, Jackal, and the referee as the cameraman struggles to get a clear shot of the action. Immanuel’s triangle choke persists as Jackal seeks to break it and regain his lost offensive in the match-up. Jackal is able to lift his head, thus lessening the pressure on his neck. He then proceeds to choke Immanuel with his free, left hand. Immanuel responses by intensifying the hold, forcing Jackal’s neck to be lowered to that excruciating position once again.

Jackal’s knees begin to wobble as he starts to lose motion in them. Immanuel presses his thighs harder, hoping to drive Jackal into unconsciousness. Jackal, feeling dizzier by the second, realizes it would be of great risk to attempt to toughen it out any longer in hopes of a reversal. He opens his mouth, and with temporary normalcy, bites hard into the screwdriver wound on Immanuel’s left thigh. Immanuel lets out a sharp scream as he reflexively loosens the hold. Jackal then proceeds to break it by shoving his thumb into Immanuel’s eye. With Jackal free, he stumbles backward and takes a second or two to recuperate from the after-effects of the triangle choke.

Immanuel attempts to retain his offense by getting back to his feet first. He does so but Jackal, with blood now in normal circulation in his veins, is able to quickly low-blow Immanuel as he goes to pick him up. Jackal gets back up on his feet and decides to go for a finish. He hoists Immanuel up on his shoulder, looking for a Death Valley Driver. Jackal, however, wobbles a bit, still feeling the after-effects of the triangle choke. Immanuel is able to slip off his shoulders and get behind him. Immanuel goes for a German Suplex but Jackal elbows him in the jaw. Immanuel stumbles backwards and nearly trips down the concrete stairs of the audience area. Jackal pulls off a dropkick out of nowhere that causes Immanuel to fall back-first down the flight of stairs and crash into the audience barrier.

Rock Gibson: And Immanuel with a sickening drop down those concrete stairs with a final bump into that barrier.

Xplode: Eh….that probably didn’t hurt much. They were only five rows up.

Immanuel is left momentarily dazed and immobile as Jackal, now having recaptured the offensive, makes his way down the stairs. He grabs Immanuel and drapes him over the audience barrier before making his way over the barrier. Jackal then throws Immanuel’s left hand over his head and suplexes him over the barricade and on the mat outside the ring. Jackal picks up Immanuel and rolls him into the ring before sliding in and going for the pinfall. The referee has been with them step by step.

One….

Two…Kickout by Immanuel. Jackal, keeping his calm, takes a deep breath before getting up and scanning the numerous weapons surrounding the ring. He picks the steel pipe, looking to end this match with one swift and dangerous swing. He turns over to Immanuel, who is now groggily rising on his knees. Jackal approaches the Immanuel, who was lying on his back, and steps behind him. Jackal raises the steel pipe but Immanuel suddenly rolls him up in a small package!

One…..

Two…..

T- Kickout by Jackal!

Rock Gibson: Oh!

Jackal, quickly rises to his feet and kicks Immanuel in the head, stopping his offensive-recapture from gaining any momentum. Jackal picks up Immanuel and knees him in the gut before dragging him to the kitchen sink in the middle of the ring. Jackal hoists Immanuel up on his shoulders and, without a second of hesistation, pulls off a brutal Death Valley Driver, driving Immanuel’s temple straight into the stainless steel structure of the kitchen sink.

Rock Gibson: Ah! My god, the man might have brain damage from that maneuver.

Xplode: That’s what you get when you put a submission wrestler in a hardcore match.

Jackal goes for the pinfall as the referee administers it.

One….

Two…..

Thre-Kickout by Immanuel just as the referee’s hand slams the mat. Jackal raises his head and eyes the referee, who signals to Skye that Immanuel got his shoulder up just before the referee’s hand hit the mat. Jackal slams his fist into the match with frustration as the crowd reacts in surprise. Jackal, lying back-first next to Immanuel in a ring full of weapons, closes his eyes and begins formulating a new plan. Immanuel begins squinting as he attempts to raise his head. Jackal goes again for the pinfall, perhaps thinking Immanuel’s kickout was a reflex or a fluke.

One….

Two….

Thr-Kickout by Immanuel again. Jackal gets back up but wobbles a bit, the match taking its toll on him. He grabs Immanuel’s legs and drags him to the corner before falling backward thus catapulting Immanuel into the corner. Immanuel manages to avert it by placing his right arm in front of his injured head, thus crashing into his own arm. Jackal notices this and heads towards Immanuel, who manages to pull off a side kick to Jackal’s ribs. Jackal bends over, caught by the surprise of the maneuver. Immanuel turns around and, forcing himself to walk straight, is able to grab Jackal by his waist.

Immanuel goes for the German suplex but Jackal elbows him in the chin and then turns around, putting Immanuel in a DDT position. Immanuel however reverses by twisting Jackal’s arm and then irish whipping him to the ropes. Immanuel wobbles a bit as Jackal bounces off the ropes and runs straight into Immanuel, who manages to clasp his arms around Jackal and pull off a Belly-To-Belly suplex, taking out both Jackal and himself. Both men lay motionless on the mat, surrounded by a variety of weapons in a match that has brought both men to the precipice of exhaustion.

The fans cheer loudly now for both men as they struggle to rise to their feet.. one more time.. not wanting to give up!

Gibson: Great match from both of these men! This is what it is all about! 2 men with different styles, unloading it all in that ring. I am on the edge of my seat!

Jackal reaches out and grabs a nearby metal cowbell! Taylor struggles to his feet as well, though empty handed. A stream of blood trickles from the corner of his mouth, perhaps due to a bitten lip? Jackal times him, the hardkore title within his grasp! His treck to bring hardkore style back to the hardkore division has reached it's epic ending!

Both men stand up, Jackal swings the bell hard!!!

Taylor ducks under the swing, catching Jackal behind his back due to the momentum! Falling backwards, he brings Jackal down hard with a reverse face buster! Jackal struggles to be free even still! Reacting quickly, Taylor grabs the cowbell that has been dropped...

Then bashes Jackal right between the eyes!!!! The fans cream in approval as Taylor grabs a leg and hooks it for the pin..

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

Taylor rolls away now, exhausted! The fans cheer as he remains upon his back, in a sea of debris!

Gibson: What a match! This was amazing!

Xplode: Taylor gets lucky every damn week. When does luck.. turn into skill?

Gibson: Thank you all for tuning into the show. Come back in 2 weeks as the road to Retribution reaches it end.. with EUW BRAWL! See you then!!

The fans are shown cheering as Taylor tries to lift his head... but then falls back to the mat. Jackal is still not moving as the crowd screams in approval. The feed zooms in now on a lone fan in the stands....

Diabolik is watching... eagerly.