EUW-EMPIRE Presents: Retribution '11

[primetime]

The feed fades in as we see an empty plot of land. Tall blades of grass blow to the left as the sun sets in the horizon. An older weather beaten barn is now shown in the distance now as a the voice of Kirk Kennedy is heard..

Kirk: Battles have been won and fought over a great deal of things..

We now see images of war as soldiers run with rifles in hand, garbed in desert camo colors. Explosions pound the sand behind them as a tank follows closely behind. Mark Rivera’s voice is now heard..

Rivera: Empires are forged, solidified under extreme measures. Sacrifices must.. Be made.

We now see the flag of the EMPIRE, blowing in the wind… followed by the logo of the EUW as it makes it’s way across the screen. Mark Rivera is shown seated behind a desk until the image fades into Kirk Kennedy as he stands in the center of the ring. We now see various shots of random EUW Superstars ending with a close up of Jack Bull and EUW Champion, Scorpion. Both Rivera and Kirk speak the same words at the same time..

Rivera: It’s time to end a war… it’s time for a conclusion.. There can be only one…. Retribution.

Fireworks emit around the arena as fans cheer loudly! Smoke billows into the air as signs are held up by proud fans. A large banner is focused upon that reads “Retribution 2011” as the feed fades to the announcer’s booth. We see Rock Gibson and Xplode, both dressed sharply as they look at the viewer.

Gibson: Welcome to Retribution! We are live from Sacramento at the Arco Arena! I am Rock Gibson and sitting next to me is 2 time World Champion and EUW Hall of Fame inductee… Xplode! Congrats on your induction last night, X.

Xplode: It was an honor that I will never forget. Then again, it really was a no brainer. What is a Hall of Fame without the most talented superstar of all time?

Gibson: I don’t know… what?

Xplode: The Hall of Shit…

Gibson: Tonight, we see the end of an era as the EMPIRE / EUW war reaches it’s conclusion. This time tomorrow, we will finally be rid of the EMPIRE and all of it’s endless trouble. I personally can’t wait.

Xplode: For once, I will agree with you there. Let’s not forget the rest of the scrubs on the card.

Gibson: Oh not at all. EUW Champion, Scorpion will defend his title for the first time tonight against the ever popular, Jack Bull. Bull has been chasing that strap for quite some time, a loss tonight would be disheartening for sure. Then again, Scorpion losing tonight would also destroy a huge amount of momentum from the breakout star of the year.

Xplode: Then we have a huge Pure Title triple threat match tonight. Stupid ass Roy Viper will go against the over promoted Brett Cross and the current champion, Gay Boy Danny Tenfold. You know, I keep hearing rumblings about some Polaroid’s but I am not paying attention to it.

Gibson: This card is huge, but what can be more huge than the Las Vegas Commission stepping in to the ring against the combined might of Dante Holly and Oblivion! You must have feelings towards this with how you were dragged into the fray two weeks ago.

Xplode: All I will say is this, those two idiots already have their hands full with Dante Holly and Toby. The last thing they need is to piss me off. Shit would get real for them in ways they can not comprehend. Remember that..

Gibson: All of this and more will begin shortly. I literally can’t wait! Listen to these fans as they cheer on tonight’s pay per view! The world is ready, we are ready…

Xplode: I am ALWAYS ready..

Gibson: Retribution begins… NOW!

[primetime]

“I am Stephen Callaway, the future of this company… wait a minute. Okay. Again. I am Stephen Callaway, the ultimate male and premier… wait..”

Standing in front of a mirror, Stephen Callaway speaks as if he is conducting an interview. He runs his fingers through his hair and smiles as he begins again..

Callaway: “I am Stephen Callaway. You are looking at the future of this company. Rest assured, excellence oozes from my-”

Unknown: From your ass…

Turning around quickly, Callaway frowns as Belleza enters the room. Belleza then stares Callaway up and down and continues to speak..

Belleza: I am the future of this business. I think you got it all wrong.

Callaway: Oh yeah? You must have bumped your head after your match. I will let it go though… this time. You will need to be healthy for the beating that Diabolik is about to place on you.

Belleza: Really? Tonight, you will see the birth of a legend as BELLEZA… arrives in his first supershow! We will settle this little issue between us after, count on it.

Belleza exit’s the scene as Callaway is left standing along. He shakes his head and turns back to the mirror..

Callaway: I am CALLAWAY! THE BIRTH OF A LEGEND IS… aaw, forget it.

Stephen Callaway then walks out of the scene.

[primetime]

Singles Match
Stephen Callaway vs. Bane

Gibson: This is it, folks, Retribution is finally getting under way! And to kick things off, Stephen Callaway, the rookie who made an impressive impact last week, will face Bane, who continues to impress!

Xplode: Boring! Xplode wants to see Rivera and Kennedy beat the crap out of eachother!

Gibson: Does Xplode always talk about himself in the first person?

Xplode: Don’t question Xplode, Charlie Brown.

Gibson: Knock it off, Xplode.

"Feel Like I Do"by Drowning Pool hits the sound system as Bane makes his way out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. He looks left and right as some of the crowd cheers loudly for him, and he gives a small nod of appreciation before heading down the ramp.

Skye: From Florida, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds…BAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!

Bane keeps nodding in appreciation to the few Sacramento fans who are cheering him, as the rest are giving him a hostile reception. Bane grasps the middle rope at the bottom of the ring, pulling himself onto the apron and climbs into the ring and onto a nearby turnbuckle, raising his arms and giving a few nods to the few fans cheering him before hopping down and walking into the opposite corner, folding his arms. “Feel Like I Do” is replaced by “Remedy” by COLD, causing the Sacramento crowd to erupt into cheers! Callaway strolls from behind the curtain, making a prayer taunt with his nose between the first two fingers before throwing his arms down and strutting down to the ring, nodding at his cheering hometown fans and singing along to “Remedy”

Skye: From Sacramento, California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty four pounds….STEPHEN! CALLAAAWAAAYYY!!!

The cheers grow louder as Callaway turns right, walking around the outside and up the ring steps before walking across the apron and into the ring, climbing onto the turnbuckle opposite him and making the same prayer taunt before hopping down and walking to the lower-right corner of the ring, turning to face Bane. The referee, without wasting time, points to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Bane and Callaway quickly rush out of their corners, locking in a collar-and-arm tie-up. The stronger Bane manages to quickly force Callaway down onto one knee, pushing down with all his strength. Callaway attempts to stumble up to his feet, but is quickly shoved backwards by Bane who follows up with a stiff clothesline that sends Callaway crumbling to the mat. Bane leans down, locking an arm around Callaways torso and hoisting him up nigh-on effortlessly, slamming Callaways spine down onto his outstretched knee with a swift Backbreaker. With Callaway suppressed, Bane hauls him to his feet once more, forcefully pushing him forward into the lower-left turnbuckle and pinning him there with a forearm pressed to his chest. The referee rushes over, but Callaway quickly gives a snap jab to Banes left jaw, sending him reeling backwards. Callaway grasps his arm, wrenching it forward before ducking under it, twisting behind Bane and turning to face him before placing a boot to his face and slamming backwards onto the mat, driving the heavy sole of his boot into Banes mouth and nose with a huge Das Boot. Callaway grabs Banes head, dragging him backwards before rolling him onto his back, moving over to his feet and grasping them, attempting to lock in a Calsileaf. Bane leans up slightly, clubbing a heavy fist into Callaways forehead. Callaway attempts to roll Bane onto his stomach, but Bane delivers two more thunderous blows, sending Callaway reeling backwards against the ropes. Bane gets to his feet, rushing forward, but Callaway ducks, pulling down on the top rope and allowing Banes clothesline to miss completely, his own momentum sending him up and over the top rope and to the outside. Callaway pulls himself to his feet, stepping backwards and stretching his arms as he waits for Bane to haul himself up using the apron. Before Bane can climb up, Callaway takes the initiative, running forward and sliding down, nailing Bane with a stiff Baseball Slide which sends him stumbling backwards before falling onto the ramp. A few of the nearby fans shout words of encouragement to Bane, who gets up, dusting himself off and watching as Callaway simply stands there, smirking indifferently as he watches Bane. Bane slowly walks forward, grasping the apron, but Callaway darts forward once more, attempting another Baseball Slide. The quick-learning Bane quickly and fluidly sidesteps to the right, grasping Callaways legs and swinging him out, flinging his body back-first into the barricade as if he was swinging a club, causing a giant smack to echo throughout the window, followed by Callaways yells of pain and the crowds groans of apathy.

Xplode: Goddamn! Bane just swatted Callaway! Looks like some of those fans in the front rows will be taking home teeth as souvenirs tonight!

Gibson: Banes learning his place in the ring quickly. Callaway shouldn’t have expected dividends to be paid after repeating a move.

Callaways writhes on the ground in agony before Bane leans down, grasping his ponytail and pulling him to his feet, rolling him into the ring and sliding in, rolling him onto his back and hooking his leg.

1…2-KICK OUT!

Callaway gets a quick shoulder up, causing Bane to release the leg and pull Callaway up to his feet, turning around and Irish whipping Callaway against the ropes. Callaway rebounds, hurtling towards Bane who leans down, lifting Callaway up before slamming him straight down into the mat with a Spinebuster, causing the ring to shake. Bane leans down, hooking the leg once more, but before the referee can move over, Callaway shifts his hand, digging his fingers into Banes mouth and pulling down ruthlessly. Bane quickly releases the hold, clutching his mouth and grunting in pain from the extremely unorthadox but effective technique Callaway used. Callaway stumbles to his feet, still reeling from being swung into the crowd barrier earlier, and lunges forward, attempting a Calsikick (Super Kick). Bane ducks under it as he turns around, shifting under Callaways right leg and standing up, grasping his left leg and lifting him for an uneven Spinebuster. Callaway, thinking quickly, lunges down, slamming the point of elbow twice into the top of Banes skull, causing Bane to drop him to his feet and stumble back against the ropes. Callaway takes a few stops, making a “Bring it on” gesture to Bane who bites, running forward and attempting a Clothesline. Callaway ducks under it, spinning around on the balls of his feet and dashes forward, front flipping over Bane and grasping his head, slamming his head forcibly down into the mat with the Calsifornia Dreaming which is met by surprising cheers from the crowd.

Gibson: Nice technique from Callaway: Luring Bane into making a move before countering. This kid certainly is one to watch.

Xplode: Sounds like he’s got the homefield advantage, too!

Callaway rolls Bane onto his back, but instead gets on one knee behind him, lifting his head up and locking his right arm around his neck, pulling back on him and forcing his neck into a stiff position. Bane winces in agony, grasping Callaways arm, but Callaway places his left arm to the side of Banes head, using it to grasp his right arm and locking in a Sleeper Hold. Banes arms flail slightly, but he stops, instead arching his back somewhat and forcing Callaway to squat to keep the hold locked before he stops doing so, allowing Callaway to get on one knee once more. The crowd begin to clap in unison, but Callaway tightens the grip even more as the referee now rushes over, checking on Bane whose eyelids are slowly drooping. Callaway nods, getting into his ear and telling him to tap or he’ll snap his neck. This taunt ignites a fire in Bane, who quickly arches his back once more, forcing Callaway to squat down. With the hold somewhat weakened, Bane places his arms under him, effectively crab-walking backwards and forcing Callaway to scuttle backwards as he tightens the hold even more, attempting to choke Bane unconscious before he powers out. Eventually, Callaways back hits the ropes. As the fans clap even louder, Bane drags his back up Callaways body, finally mustering enough strength to fully stand up. The slightly shorter Callaway is left hanging off of Banes neck, his feet hanging near the mat as Bane turns around, falling back and crushing Callaway between the mat and his own body with a vicious crash, forcing him to release the hold.

BANE! BANE! BANE! BANE! BANE!

Bane rolls onto his stomach, breathing heavily, but he manages to push himself up, meeting the chants of the crowd mixed with some heavy jeers as well, reeling backwards and grasping the nearby set of ropes, leaning on them and shaking off the haze descending over him. Callaway slowly rolls onto his stomach, clutching his back before Bane quickly walks over, locking his right arm around Callaways neck and hauling him forward, wrenching his neck before delivering a devastating Spike DDT which causes the top of Callaways skull to slam violently into the mat, his legs twitching as his body falls to the mat. Bane rolls Callaway onto his stomach, pinning his shoulders directly down.

1….2…..3-KICK OUT!

Callaway, using his legs, violently lunges up with his strength, somehow getting his shoulders up enough to break the pinfall.

Xplode: Damn! I thought Bane had knocked Callaway the hell out!

Gibson: No, Callaways still hanging in there strong, but he has his hands full with Bane here tonight. Definitely his first true test as a member of the EUW roster tonight!

Bane stumbles away as Callaway pushes himself up, reeling backwards away from Bane who advances quickly, grasping Callaways head and lifting him up for a suplex. As the move reaches its apex, Callaway delivers a thunderous knee down into the top of Banes head, causing him to stop somewhat. Before Bane can respond, Callaway delivers a second knee, weakening Banes grip enough for him to roll over his shoulder and land behind him. Callaway delivers a swift kick to the back of Banes legs before leaning down and locking his head under his right arm, lifting him and swinging him to the right and planting him into the ground with a quick Angle Slam. As soon as Banes body crashes into the mat, Callaway spins around, hooking Banes leg.

1…2…KICK OUT!

Bane pushes a shoulder up, but Callaway hops to his feet, moving to Banes legs and locking them together, rolling him effortlessly onto his stomach for the Calsileaf! (Texas Cloverleaf) Bane reaches for the ropes, but Callaway drags him forward, keeping Bane away from safety! Now near the middle of the ring, Bane arches his back, yelling loudly as Callaway pulls back and wrenches his back into an agonizing position. Bane slams his head off the mat, slamming a balled-up fist down ruthlessly with an echoing thud. The fans once again get to their feet, starting to clap in unison.

BANE! BANE! BANE! BANE! BANE!

However, other fans get to their feet, trying to outclap the others!

CALL-A-WAY! CALL-A-WAY! CALL-A-WAY! CALL-A-WAY!!

The chants give Bane a surge of momentum as he plants his palms into the mat, pushing up slightly and causing Callaway to sit on Banes back in near mid-air. The smart Callaway though, urged on by the loyal hometown fans, quickly straightens his legs into a standing position, jumping slightly and slamming his hips into the middle of Banes back, causing his body to collapse into the mat and allowing Callaway to regain complete control of the hold, wrenching his legs back tighter as Bane reaches forward, clawing helplessly towards the bottom rope. Summoning his strength, Bane claws forward a few inches, reaching out a hand. His fingertips barely graze the bottom rope as the chant begins to echo throughout the arena. Callaway looks back, dragging Bane forward, but before he can do so effectively, Bane lunges forward, his right hand grasping the bottom rope. The referee rushes over, telling Callaway to release the hold. Callaway simply scuttles backwards, pulling back harder on Banes legs. Bane yells out in agony as the referee begins the count.

1….2…..3…

Callaway slams Banes legs down into the mat, finally releasing the hold and pushing the referee backwards, advancing on him and telling him to ‘Mind his own fucking business’. Some of the crowd cheer loudly at this, causing Callaway to turn to them and give a hearty thumbs-up, which is met by a few jeers from the Bane fans, but all-around cheers from his hometown Sacramento fans.

Xplode: This is nuts! I thought the crowd would hate him, but it turns out Callaway is a pretty liked guy here in Sacramento!

Gibson: They’re certainly giving Callaway a hometown advantage here. His confidence is building in this match slowly but surely.

Callaway grabs Bane by his head and neck, pulling him up to his feet and taking a few steps back. Callaways plans for a Calsikick are quickly foiled when Bane shakes his head, running forward and clotheslining Callaway violently to the mat. Bane takes this opportunity to stumble backwards into the lower-right turnbuckle, clutching his back and trying to shake off the pain. Callaway sits up, shaking his head as Bane slides out the ring, clutching his back some more and trying to get more time to recollect himself. Some of the fans cheer Bane, while some of the fans are audibly jeering him and telling him to get back in the ring and fight Callaway like a man. Ignoring the hostile Sacramento crowd, Bane grasps the apron, leaning down and clutching his back as Callaway gets to his feet. Seeing this, Bane wastes no time in quickly sliding into the ring, moving forward and locking in a collar-and-arm tie-up with Callaway. Bane forces Callaway backwards, turning both men around so Callaway has his back against the ropes. Bane forces Callaway backwards, pushing him harder against the ropes. Callaway raises his arms as the referee rushes over, telling Bane to release the hold. As Bane turns his head, Callaway catches him with a cheap right hand to his jaw, sending Bane stumbling backwards. Callaway quickly jolts away from the ropes and lunges at Bane, leaning down and lifting him into a scoop slam before setting him down in a reverse DDT position, looking for the Anything Goes. Bane, however, pulls his right arm from Callaways grip, locking both arms around Callaways waist and forcing himself to bend upwards, lifting Callaway off his feet and over Banes shoulder. Bane quickly sets him down in a similar position that Callaway had him in, but swiftly lifts him up before spiking him violently into the mat with a Inverted Brainbuster! Bane rolls over, hooking Callaways leg.

1…2..KICK OUT!

Callaway quickly forces a shoulder up, forcing Bane to get to his feet. Bane leans down, grabbing Callaways hair, but Callaway slams a thumb against Banes right eye, causing him to stumble back and yell in pain. Callaway grasps the ropes, arching his back and pulling himself to his feet as Bane turns around. Callaway lunges forward, looking for a Calsikick, but Bane runs forward, ducking under it and rebounding off the ropes, hurtling at Callaway who turns around, ducking under the clothesline and spinning around on the balls of his feet. Bane keeps the momentum going, rebounding off the opposite set of ropes and running forward at Callaway once again. Callaway runs forward, ducking under the clothesline. Bane stops suddenly, but before he can turn around, Callaway darts at him, grasping his head and frontflipping over him, nailing the Calsifornia Dreaming and slamming the brunt of Banes face violently into the mat!

Xplode: OUCH!

Gibson: Bane just got planted there!

Callaway lunges to his feet, pumping his fists and yelling wildly as most of the Sacramento crowd cheer wildly for their hometown hero. He moves behind Banes legs, signalling for the Calsmission. Bane slowly pushes himself up onto one knee, rubbing his face vigorously following the devastating Calsifornia Dreaming, slowly getting to his feet. Before he can turn, Callaway lunges forward, grasping Banes arm and head! Before the Calsmission can be fully locked in, the aware Bane jolts forward, locking his free right arm on the top rope, causing the referee to step in and tell Callaway to release the hold. Callaway pushes Bane away, who quickly turns around. Callaway grasps his right arm, pulling him forward and ducking under it. However, before Callaway can attempt to execute Das Boot, Bane pulls him forward with all the strength in his caught arm, pulling Callaway to him and under his arm. Without a moment of hesitation, Bane turns to face the middle of the ring, lifting Callaway up in a suplex before swinging him down back-first and planting him violently with the Law And Order! Bane hooks the leg!

ONE! TWO! THREE!

Skye: Here is your winner…BAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!!

Bane pushes himself to his feet, raising his arms and giving a triumphant yell as some of the fans applaud while the rest jeer loudly. Bane stumbles forward, rubbing his neck tiredly from the attempts from Callaway to put the giant down.

Gibson: Bane continues with his dominant run!

Xplode: Aw man, you gotta love the way this kid fights! He’s got some chops, that’s for sure!

The scene fades as Bane has his arm triumphantly raised into the air by the referee

[primetime]

Singles Match
Belleza vs. Diabolik

Gibson: Here we go, folks, a match between the rookie Belleza and the veteran Diabolik to continue opening the show!

Xplode: Two men generally hated here, so it’ll be interesting to see who the fans pick. Not really, but it might be interesting. Might be. Okay, it won’t be.

Gibson: Have faith, Xplode.

Xplode: NEVER! I came to see Titan and Chuck Johnson slug it out!

“Hysteria” by Muse begins playing over the speaker system. The crowd jeer loudly as the lights begin to flash red and Diabolik throws the curtain to one side, stepping onto the stage before simply walking down the ramp, ignoring the fans.

Skye: Introducing first, from Middlesbrough, England, weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds..DIABOLIK!!

Diabolik jogs forward, rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and raising his arms, causing a strike of pyro to erupt from the turnbuckles. “Hysteria” fades out, now replaced by the tuneful “Velvet Room”. Diabolik walks into the upper-right corner of the ring, staring up at the stage as the lights go out and a lone violet spotlight points at the center of the stage. After a few seconds, Belleza slowly strolls out, ignoring the fans and making his way down the ramp.

Skye: From Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at two hundred pounds….BELLEZAAA!!!

The crowd jeer loudly as Belleza climbs onto the steps and onto the ring apron, shuffling his arms and allowing his lavish, flowing robe to fall straight from his body before climbing onto the ropes, lifting his head and spitting up a plume of vibrant green mist before hopping over the ropes and into the ring, walking into the lower left corner as “Velvet Room” stops and the lights go back to normal. The referee, satisfied, points to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Diabolik slowly strolls out of his corner towards Belleza, who watches him carefully. Diabolik stands in the middle of the ring, cracking his knuckles. Belleza darts out suddenly, attempting to nail Diabolik with a clothesline. Diabolik ducks under, twisting around and locking his right arm around Bellezas neck before he can move away, violently wrenching him back and locking his leg around his before driving him backwards into the mat with a swift Russian Leg Sweep. He quickly scrambles up, driving an elbow into the chest of Belleza. Refusing to let Belleza recover, Diabolik rolls him onto his stomach, lifting his head slightly before driving his elbow roughly into the back of his head, Bellezas face crashing down into the mat. Diabolik grabs Bellezas mask, pulling him violently to his feet. Bellezas quickly uses this opportunity to deliver a swift knee into Diaboliks abdomen before slamming a forearm into the left side of his jaw. Diabolik stumbles back slightly, and Belleza darts forward, delivering a swift kick to Diaboliks chest, followed by a kick to the back of his right leg, and a third kick to his left leg, sending him stumbling backwards against the ropes. Diabolik leans against the ropes, weathering his legs before Belleza darts forward, baseball sliding between Diaboliks legs and grasping them as he slides out, tripping up Diabolik and sending him collapsing onto his face. Belleza grabs Diaboliks legs, quickly turning him slightly before pulling him backwards, aligning his legs with the turnbuckle post before violently pulling him back as much as he can, driving Diabolik into the metal post groin-first, causing the males of the crowd to wince and let out a collective groan. Belleza mockingly dusts off his hands, nimbly hopping onto the apron, hopping up onto the top rope before jumping and twisting his body, using the bouncing motion to springboard off in a corkscrew motion, slamming his entire body into the upper back of Diabolik! Belleza rolls forward, raising his arms in triumph as the crowd begin to jeer loudly. Belleza waves them off, turning around and grabbing Diaboliks neck, dragging him away from the ropes before rolling him onto his back and pinning him.

1…2…KICK OUT!

Belleza hops up to his feet, grasping Diaboliks head and pulls him to his feet before delivering a swift forearm to the right side of his jaw. Diabolik stumbles back and Belleza goes for another kick, but Diabolik lunges his arm down, grasping Bellezas leg and quickly shoving him away before running at him and nailing him with a rough clothesline, sending Belleza to the mat. Diabolik grabs Belleza by his mask once more, pulling him up and between his legs before lifting him into the air, attempting a piledriver. Belleza wiggles and flails his legs, , allowing his legs to hit the floor once more, quickly grasping the backs of Diaboliks legs. Diabolik hops up slightly, driving his hips into the back of Bellezas neck and sending him crumbling to the mat, allowing Diabolik to haul him up once more, lift him and finally nail a Piledriver to Belleza, spiking his head into the mat. Diabolik shoves him to the side, getting back to his feet and dragging him underneath the lower-left turnbuckle. Diabolik steps over him, grasping the top rope and pulling himself up, easing himself before looking back at Belleza and backflipping, bringing his entire weight down into his body with an amazing Moonsault which causes some of the fans to gasp in awe. He quickly hooks his leg on the landing.

1…2…KICK OUT!

Xplode: Nope, nothing.

Gibson: A great Moonsault from Diabolik, but unfortunately he just couldn’t get the pin!

Diabolik slams the mat, getting to his feet and grasping Belleza, dragging him to his feet and throwing him backwards into the turnbuckle before taking a few steps back and charging forward, attempting a clothesline but only slamming himself into the turnbuckle as Belleza slides to the right, turning to face Diabolik and leaping up, hitting a swift dropkick which sends him backwards into the turnbuckle. Belleza twists onto his feet, jumping up a second time and nailing Diabolik with another dropkick, sandwiching him against the turnbuckle and sending him sliding down the turnbuckle, landing on his rear. Belleza turns around, running towards the opposite turnbuckle before turning around, hurtling forward and sliding downwards, nailing a baseball slide into Diaboliks stomach. Belleza uses his sudden burst of momentum to hop onto his feet, grabbing Diaboliks feet and dragging him backwards, turning him under the turnbuckle before leaping up with a giant bound, splitting his legs and bouncing off the top rung of the turnbuckle before nailing a Corkscrew Moonsault, quickly hooking the leg of Diabolik.

1…2..KICK OUT!

Diabolik thrusts a shoulder up, causing Belleza to release the pin. Belleza grasps the ropes, pulling himself to his feet and stomping repeatedly on Diaboliks face in a sudden fit of unexplained rage. Diabolik holds his arms to his face, attempting to guard himself from Bellezas sudden onslaught, only for Belleza to lean down, grabbing Diaboliks neck and pulling him violently backwards and onto his feet before shoving him against the turnbuckle. Diabolik quickly locks his arms around the top rope, steadying himself and swinging his foot backwards, catching Belleza in his gut and sending him stumbling backwards. Diabolik turns around, walking forward and catching Belleza with a sudden, vicious punch to the side of his skull. Belleza stumbles around, clutching his head before Diabolik runs forward, locking his right arm around Bellezas head before leaping up, slamming his head into the mat with the Bulldog.

Xplode: C’mon! Someone grab a chair and start swinging!

Gibson: No, it’s about time we saw a decent wrestling match occur!

Xplode: Screw decent wrestling, I want to catch someones teeth!

Diabolik rolls Belleza onto his back, grabbing his arms and hauling him onto his feet, slamming a forearm into his forehead before locking a right arm around his neck, locking in a tight headlock. Belleza locks an arm around Diaboliks waist, trying to pry him off, but Diaboliks strength is too much as he simply tightens the hold, forcing Belleza to collapse to one knee as the grip begins to cut the air from Belleza. The referee rushes over, checking up on Belleza, but Belleza simply responds by leaning up, biting into Diaboliks forearm! Diabolik screams in agony, quickly releasing the hold and clutching his forearm which is starting to bleed.

Xplode: See? I can live with that!

Gibson: Good GOD, Belleza just take a damn bite out of Diabolik!

Diabolik shakes his forearm, trying to shake off some of the pain as Belleza watches him. Diabolik turns around, still shaking his forearm but walking right into a Belleza dropkick, sending him backwards to the mat. Belleza runs forward, vaulting over Diaboliks body before hopping onto the second turnbuckle, climbing onto the top rope and turning around, watching Diabolik. Diabolik grasps the mat, pushing himself up and turning around, only for Belleza to dive forward, locking his legs around Diaboliks neck and swinging violently backwards, nailing a Hurracanrana which sends Diabolik rolling across the mat, under the bottom rope and to the outside. Belleza runs forward, rolling out of the ring and grabs Diabolik by his hair, wrenching him to his feet and dragging him towards the ring steps in the lower-left corner of the outside, quickly slamming his head into them before letting go, moving behind Diabolik and leaping up, dropkicking him in the small of his back, sending Diabolik gut-first into the steel ringsteps. Belleza gets to his feet once more, grabbing Diabolik by the hem of his pants and the scruff of his shirt, bending him over and shoving him forward like a battering ram, violently slamming the top of his head into the ring steps! Belleza gets to his feet, looking down at Diabolik and shaking his head before turning to the fans at ringside, pointing to the mask. The crowd responds by jeering loudly, something which Belleza simply waves off before turning to Diabolik, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt and mockingly shaking him, trying to wake him up. Diabolik grabs the ring steps, pushing himself up but allowing Belleza to grab his head one more time. Diabolik, thinking quick, drives his elbow backwards, causing Belleza to release the hold and allowing Diabolik to lock an arm around Bellezas neck, thrusting him forward and slamming his right shoulder and arm into the ring steps, knocking off the top set and sending them onto their side. Diabolik releases the hold, allowing Belleza to clutch his arm, reeling in agony and turning around. Diabolik locks his arm around Bellezas neck once again, dragging him backwards so both men are standing near to the ring steps. Diabolik links his leg over Bellezas, driving him backwards with a Russian Leg Sweep that slams the back of Bellezas neck, head and upper back into the steel at the cost of slamming his own back into it as well. Belleza rolls off the steel, his legs twitching violently as he wraps his arms around his head. Diabolik simply lays on the steps, his eyes vacantly gazing up at the rafters before he winces in agony.

Xplode: Wow, it’s like the lunatic barely felt it.

Gibson: Diaboliks been in so many high-risk matches that he probably barely feels pain anymore. That must have been the equivalent of a mosquito bite for him.

Diabolik rolls onto his stomach, pushing himself away from the ring steps and stumbling backwards, clutching his back for a few seconds before cricking his neck and slapping his back, getting the feeling back into it once again. With Belleza still on the outside, Diabolik grasps the back of his mask, using it to pull him violently to his feet before running forward, still clutching Bellezas mask and dragging him forward. A few of the crowd in front of both men quickly shuffle their seats as Diabolik darts forward, hurling Belleza over the crowd barrier and onto the stiff concrete! Several of the crowd take this opportunity to jeer Belleza as he rolls onto his stomach, his face reflecting agony as he clutches his lower back. Belleza slowly sits up as Diabolik slides into the ring, getting to his feet and smartly using the time to catch his breath as he watches Belleza slowly climb to his feet, stumbling slightly as he does and violently slapping away the hands of fans attempting to pat his back. He turns to some of the fans, spitting mockingly on the floor at their feet before climbing over the crowd barrier, placing his hands on his hips and looking up at Diabolik. Belleza lashes his foot out angrily, kicking the ring apron before leaning down and reaching under the ring, pulling out a Steel Chair and sliding into the ring with it.

Xplode: Woah woah! Things are finally picking up!

Gibson: This isn’t no disqualification, Belleza could get disqualified here!

Belleza runs forward, swinging the chair wildly at Diabolik who simply ducks under it and runs forward, turning around as Bellezas chair smashes off of the ropes. Belleza turns around, raising the chair once more, but the referee moves forward, grabbing the chair and wrenching it from Bellezas grip! Belleza angrily turns around, shoving the referee with one hand and yelling at him to give him the chair. The referee responds by getting in Bellezas face, warning him that he could face disqualification if he hits Diabolik with a chair! Belleza waves it off, turning to Diabolik who runs forward, clotheslining Belleza clean over the ropes and to the outside to a flurry of scattered cheers! Diabolik tauntingly dusts off his hands, moving back to the middle of the ring and waiting for Belleza to grasp the apron, pulling himself up and slamming his hands on the apron in sheer anger. The referee slides out the ring, lifting up the apron and sliding the chair back in. With a few seconds of distraction, Belleza uses it to slide into the ring. Diabolik runs forward, attempting another clothesline which Belleza ducks under, grasping his throat and turning around. As soon as Diabolik turns to Belleza, a green mist erupts from between Bellezas lips, hitting Diabolik square in the face! Diabolik wipes his face manically, clutching his eyes and falling to his knees, trying to wipe away the Poison Mist. Belleza gives a large laugh, revealing the green mist around his lips before walking forward, squatting down and hauling Diabolik across his shoulders, looking for the Amor. Belleza strolls into the middle of the ring, but Diabolik, either by instinct or in pained rage, struggles violently, lashing out his hands and knees. Belleza lets go, allowing Diabolik to fall to his feet before kipping up and locking his legs around his neck. Diabolik grasps his waist, lifting him for a powerbomb, but Belleza rolls backwards out of his grip, landing nimbly on his feet and kicking Diabolik in the gut, causing him to double over as the referee slides into the ring. Belleza locks in a suplex, lifting him before dropping him and executing the Schizophrenic (Vertical Suplex into Snap Swinging Neckbreaker). Belleza quickly hooks Diaboliks leg.

1…2….KICK OUT!

Diabolik gets a shoulder up and Belleza launches to his feet, starting to stomp once more on Diaboliks face before leaping up, driving the point of his knee into Diaboliks face. Diabolik clutches his face in agony as Belleza gets to his feet, turning around and sliding out of the ring, getting on one knee. The referee rushes over quickly, warning Belleza that grabbing another chair and so much as attempting to use it will result in instant disqualification. Instead, Belleza quickly gets to his feet, shaking his head and tightening his mask before running forward, hitting a Knee Drop right onto Diaboliks mouth. Diabolik twitches violently, rolling onto all fours and clutching his mouth. As he does, Belleza hops to his feet, running forward and leaping onto the top rope before twisting off in a corkscrew, nailing a Springboard Corkscrew Senton which drives his entire weight down into Diaboliks back. He rolls him onto his back, hooking his leg once more.

1…2…KICK OUT!

Xplode: Just shoot him, then you can pin him, Belleza!

Gibson: Give him a break, Xplode, he’s doing well in keeping the veteran Diabolik down.

Xplode: I don’t care! I came here to see exciting title matches and to see my brother choke some bitches, not this crap!

Gibson: You really are a bastard, you know that, right?

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

Belleza gets to his feet, his hands on his hips as he looks around at the crowd, looking absolutely frustrated before looking down at Diabolik, slamming his foot down into his face once more before stepping over him, walking towards the upper-left turnbuckle and climbing out onto the apron, nimbly hopping up onto the top rope and squatting down, waiting for Diabolik. After a few moments, Diabolik grasps the mat, pushing himself up and onto his feet, still continuing to rub the final remnants of the Poison Mist from his eyes. He turns around, only for Belleza to leap off, catching him in a Hurracanrana. Belleza attempts to swing his entire weight around to flip Diabolik, but the stronger Diabolik grasps his waist as he slings down, leaping up and nailing Belleza with an unorthadox Piledriver which bends his neck and spikes his head into the mat! Diabolik shoves him away, getting to his feet and sliding out of the ring, reaching under the ring. The referee rolls his eyes, quickly rushing over to make sure Diabolik isn’t getting a weapon. Diabolik pulls out a bottle of water, rolling into the ring and pouring it over his face, finally washing out the Poison Mist. Belleza is still down from the Piledriver, allowing Diabolik to drink some of the water before pouring out onto Bellezas face mockingly. Belleza swipes at his face as the water soaks into mask before Diabolik throws the bottle into the crowd to a mixed reception of mostly cheers.

Gibson: Seems the crowd hates Belleza more, so they’re going with Diabolik for this one!

Xplode: --I mean, come on! People came to see Jack Bull and Scorpion, not this!

Diabolik leans down, grasping Bellezas mask and hauling him up to his feet, pulling him backwards and running forward, rebounding off of the opposite set of ropes before leaping at Belleza, locking an arm around his neck and driving his face into the mat! Diabolik, feeling the momentum swing his way, hops to his feet, grabbing Belleza and swinging an elbow at him, catching him in the jaw and causing him to stumble around, allowing Diabolik to lock an arm around his neck and drive his back into the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep. Diabolik grasps Bellezas left arm and left leg, dragging him under the upper-right turnbuckle before climbing up the turnbuckle, easing himself on the top rope before leaping off, nailing a second Moonsault on Belleza! On the landing, he quickly hooks the leg.

1…2…KICK OUT!

Belleza thrusts a shoulder up, causing Diabolik to release the pin and get to his feet, grabbing Bellezas feet and dragging him into the middle of the ring. Diabolik stands behind him, watching and waiting as Belleza grasps the mat, slowly pushing himself to one knee. Diabolik runs past Belleza, jumping onto the middle rope and vaulting off towards Belleza, who quickly rolls to the left to avoid the incoming Springboard Stunner. Diabolik skids across the mat, using the momentum to quickly get to his feet and climb up the nearest turnbuckle. Belleza turns around, looking at Diabolik who leaps off, catching Belleza with a swift Missile Dropkick! Belleza is hit hard in the chest, sent stumbling backwards before collapsing to the mat, clutching his chest. Diabolik scuttles over, quickly hooking the leg.

1…..2….3-NO! KICK OUT!

Belleza gets a shoulder up at the last possible second, causing Diabolik to slap the mat angrily. He turns to the referee, holding up three fingers and yelling at him that he counted slow. The referee holds up two fingers, assuring Diabolik that Belleza just wasn’t ready to quit yet. Diabolik runs his hand angrily through his hair, stepping over Belleza and climbing onto the nearby turnbuckle once more, getting to the top rope and steadying himself. In a last-gasp burst of momentum, Belleza stumbles to his feet, grasping the nearby top rope and pulling it away, causing Diabolik to slip and land groin-first on the metal rung holding the turnbuckle in place! Belleza walks over to the turnbuckle, grabbing Diabolik and carefully trying to turn him around to face the ring, but Diabolik swings an elbow, catching Belleza in the jaw. Belleza stumbles backwards as Diabolik slowly eases himself up, steadying his feet on the top rope once more, only for Belleza to run forward, hopping on the second rope and spitting a flurry of green mist directly into Diaboliks eyes! Diabolik yells out in agony, clutching his face and rubbing his eyes before Belleza hops down, leaning in and grasping Diabolik, laying his body over his shoulders. Belleza then lets go of Diabolik, nailing the “Amor” (Go 2 Sleep). Diabolik hit’s the knee of Belleza hard as he crumbles to the mat. Belleza covers quickly for the pin!

1..
2.…
THREE!

Skye: Your winner… BELLEEEEEZA!

Belleza hops to the top of the turnbuckle and plays to the fans as his theme song hit’s the speakers once more! As he continues to celebrate, the feed switches to the announcer booth once more.

Gibson: Great match for the rookie here. Big win if I say so myself. We will be back after these messages!

[primetime]

The crowd cheers as we see Dante Holly enter the arena. He has a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder. As the crowd cheers him on, he is suddenly stopped in the hallway by a waiting Mark Rivera which instantly causes boos from the fans. Turning to face Rivera, Dante listens as Rivera speaks..

Rivera: Hello Dante. Tonight is the night.. Isn’t it?

Holly: It is. Evil will find it’s foe.

Rivera: Just do not forget who your true friends are. There will be a change soon and when it happens, you will have to make a choice. With great power comes great..

Holly: Cut the shit.

The crowd cheers as Rivera’s face goes white in shock! Laughter is heard as Dante suddenly breaks character! Moving in close to Rivera, Dante grabs him by the shirt and speaks.

Holly: Tonight, I stand in the ring in front of evil… but not pure evil. That would be you. The man who will stand by my side has always been the hope of this company. You lied to me about him.

Rivera: I wouldn’t do that to you. We are friends you-

Holly: FRIENDS?! Fool me once… shame on me. Fool me twice…

Holly suddenly shoves Rivera against the wall, shattering a framed photo and causing it to fall instantly!

Holly: Shame.. On you. Sometimes to confront such evil one must meet it on it’s own terms. Tonight, I make that sacrifice. All of my focus, my powers… will be aimed at you from this point on. The nubile will prevail. It’s time for you to come to justice…

Walking away, Dante leaves the scene as the fans cheer loudly! Rivera adjusts his shirt and smirks… as the scene fades out..

[primetime]

The EUW cameras find themselves focusing on Mark Rivera, who seems to be taking a break from getting for his main event match tonight. Mr. Rivera is wandering through the hallways with a young female employee on his side.

“You sure you saw him here?” Rivera vehemently and impatiently said.

“Yeah, I…”

Rivera stopped in front of the current EUW Hardkore Champion, Immanuel Taylor, who is making his way to the ring for his match with the Hardkore Belt fastened around his waist.

“Walk with me” Rivera said, not even making eye contact. Immanuel, emotionless and calm, did so. The female employee is no longer in the picture now.

“Enjoying your little title reign?”

“Yes”

“Charming. Now, listen. I got a call from our PR director about your title defense against Jackal. He thought that you, and I quote, did not adequately fit the expected image of a Hardkore Champion. The prick’s worried that this will have some kind of fan backlash or whatever. Do you get the point I’m trying to make here?”

Immanuel did not answer and simply continued listening in silence. Rivera sighed heavily.

“The point I’m trying to make is that swinging a steel chair here and there won’t kill you, especially if its affecting the public perception of the related division. Do you want me to draw you a picture?”

“I don’t do weapons”

“I know you don’t do weapons, Immanuel. And I know that you don’t belong here. And I know for sure that I, or any sane person in charge of this company, will fire you after your first year is over. I know all that, Immanuel, which is why I’m taking minutes out of my schedule to enlighten you on the rudimentary of being a Hardkore Champion. You still want me to draw you a picture?”

Immanuel remained silent, receiving Rivera’s mixture of condescension and information with patience. Rivera let out another sigh and stopped before turning and facing Immanuel.

“Listen, asshole. I don’t have time to hold your hand through this. I already have my own problems to take care of but when I get a call from someone important saying that what you are doing is bad for business then have to get involved and remind you to do your fucking job.”

Immanuel had already begun to turn away and eventually walked away, leaving an irritated Rivera to himself and his affairs.

[primetime]

Hardkore Title Match
Immanuel Taylor (c) vs. Tyreke Bell

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

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

Skye: Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and sixty eight pounds and standing five foot eleven. Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, he is Tyreke Bell!

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 Tyreke Bell in the opposite corner, calmly observing his opponent.

The referee takes care of the preliminary procedures, raising up the title belt for the crowd and both men to see before handing it to the departing Skye. The ring bell immediately goes off, signifying the beginning of the match. Immanuel approaches Tyreke Bell and extends his arms upwards, signifying a lock-up challenge. Tyreke nods and goes to intersect his fingers with Immanuel’s but suddenly nails Immanuel in the jaw with a well-targeted boxer’s punch, bringing Immanuel back-first onto the mat.

Immanuel is able to counter back by kicking Tyreke in his right knee, bringing him to one knee. This buys Immanuel time to leg sweep Bell to the ground and go for a one-legged Boston Crab. Bell counters by viciously kicking Immanuel in the chest with his free leg, managing to get the champ to back off. Bell is able to make it back up on his feet in time to kick the incoming Immanuel in the gut and irish whip him to the ropes. Immanuel bounces off and finds Bell running straight to him, who then proceeds to pull off a Running Powerslam. Bell covers for an early pin.

One..T-immediate kickout by Immanuel Taylor. Tyreke Bell gets back up and backs off, stalking the rising Immanuel. Just as the champion makes it back to his feet, Bell steadies for his offensive maneuver. Suddenly, “Getting away With Murder" by Papa Roach blasts out of the speakers.

Rock Gibson: Uh oh…

Xplode: That’s Jackal isn’t it?

Rock Gibson: Definitely his music. What role do you think Jackal will play in this matchup?

Xplode: He’ll come out with cupcakes and milk and circulate fliers on saving the environment. How the fuck am I supposed to know? You want me to guess the color of his jockstrap too?

Rock Gibson: I did not know that jockstraps come in different colors…

Jackal makes his way out to the entrance stage with a shopping cart full of weapons. Immanuel and Bell are both on their feet and they paused their in-ring action at the tune of Jackal’s entrance music. The man himself pushed his shopping cart to the bottom of the ramp and stopped. He signaled to both Bell and Immanuel to continue as he pulled out a steel chair from the shopping cart, folded it open, and sat down. His music died down and, subsequently, the referee shrugged his shoulders at both competitors.

Immanuel and Church commenced circling around each other in the middle of the ring. Immanuel quickly went for Bell’s waist, swopping behind him and locking his arms around him. Tyreke reversed the hold by quickly turning around and getting Immanuel into a DDT hold. Immanuel pushed Church into the corner, hurting his back, before lunging him downward to the mat and locking in a wristlock. Suddenly, Jackal got up from his steel chair and picked a weapon from the shopping cart full of weapons. It was a bolt cutter. He threw it into the ring, causing a loud thud when it hit the mat.

This loud thud briefly distracted Immanuel, who ended up being more confused by the sudden presence of a weapon. Church took advantage by pressing his weight up and grabbing Immanuel by the back of his hair before locking in a simple but effective headlock. Church is able to get Immanuel back up while keeping the hold locked in before eventually flinging him to the near corner and pulling off a thunderous straight punch to the gut. In the meantime, Jackal has been able to throw in a pair of brass knuckles, a steel chair, and a toaster.

Church went for another straight punch, this time to Immanuel’s jaw, but the champ ducked it and sought to establish distance between the challenger and himself. Bell wasted no time in turning around and lunging forward, nailing an elbow to Immanuel’s jaw and followed it up with another strong punch, this time to the cheek. Immanuel was knocked down to the ground as Church grabbed the near steel chair and began to choke Immanuel with it. The referee, bound by the lack of restrictions of a Hardkore match, could do nothing but watch on.

Church back off and, still armed with the steel chair, awaited the rising Immanuel. As soon as Taylor made it back up to his feet, Bell swung hard. Immanuel ducked and rolled up Tyreke Bell.

One…Tw-Kickout by Bell.

Both men made it back up quickly, Immanuel slightly wobbling. Church went for an uppercut but Immanuel stepped back and then lunged forward and pulled off a quick T-Bone suplex, bridging it for another pinfall. This time Church kicked out quickly. Immanuel followed by going attempting to lock in a crossface, Church reversed it by biting down hard on Immanuel’s left wrist, causing the champion to abandon his submission attempt by reflexive. Tyreke Bell proceeded to grab the thrown-in toaster and used it to clock Immanuel in the head.

Rock Gibson: And Bell nearly took Immanuel’s head off with that…uhm toaster shot.

Xplode: That’s what he gets for trying to apply a submission maneuver in a Hardkore match. Reality.

Rock Gibson: Well, this might have just cost him the match. I think Immanuel’s out cold!

Immanuel is not bleeding but is ostensibly bruised. Bell draped a hand over Immanuel’s chest and the referee went for the pinfall.

One…

Two….

Thr- Kickout by Immanuel! Bell got back up and suddenly made eye contact with Jackal, who proceeded to throw in a wider variety of weaponry: Brass knuckles, Handcuffs, A Kendo Stick, Cable Wires, and a Frying Pan. As Jackal was finishing up, the camera suddenly switched to the crowd where Diabolik was shown making his way through the audience while seeming to carry a metal-like structure over his head,

Xplode: It’s part of the structure of a steel cage. I can tell by the mesh on it. A small steel fence. Something like that

Rock Gibson: You sure?

Xplode: Yep

Rock Gibson: Well, it looks like Diabolik, the former Hardkore champion, is officially getting involved in this match and he’s brought along with him a peculiar choice of a weapon.

Diabolik made it over the audience barrier, throwing the steel fence-like structure in front of him. It was taken out of a steel cage structure and seems to be two conjoined steel mesh walls. Diabolik picked it back up and threw it into the ring, causing Bell to violently step backwards in order to avoid it. The steel fence was laid upon all the other weapons and covered a substantial, but still small, part of the ring. It partially covered the down-trodden champion, who is just getting back up from the brutal toaster shot. Church kicked Immanuel in the head, grabbed the steel fence and laid it above Immanuel before obtaining the very same steel chair he used to previously choke Immanuel. Tyreke Bell then proceeded to slam the chair on the steel fence structure on top of Immanuel, forcing the brunt of the fence and the viciousness of a steel chair shot down on the champion.

Church slammed the chair down on the steel fence again, driving it downward on the downed Immanuel. Bell threw away the chair and picked up the fence and rested it on the ropes. He then noticed the pair of handcuffs and picked them up too. Immanuel made it to the ropes, using them to help himself up. Church hit him in the back with a left jab and dragged him to the steel fence before quickly handcuffing him to it via his left wrist. Church then kneed Immanuel hard in the gut and he slouched downwards but was held up by his handcuffed wrist to the steel fence, lying on the ropes and supporting itself with its weight. Church ran to the opposite ropes, rebounding off them and charging straight towards the steel fence-handcuffed Immanuel.

Rock Gibson: And Tyreke Bell going for his Bodymore Elbow maneuver.

Just as Church leaped forward and went for a Bodymore Elbow, Immanuel managed to flip over to his right. Church collided hard with the steel structure and fell back first to the mat. Immanuel, now on one knee, took the time to recuperate. Outside the ring, Diabolik and Jackal were watching calmly. Bell began making it back up to his feet. Immanuel got up and, since he was handcuffed to the steel fence, grabbed it by putting his fingers through the mesh. He hoisted it upwards and waited for the rising Bell.

Xplode: Is he….is he going to use a weapon?

Rock Gibson: Looks like it.

Just as Bell was slowly but surely rising, Immanuel waited with the steel fence patiently. He suddenly felt a twinge of doubt about using a weapon and noticed the bolt cutter Jackal had thrown in at the beginning of the contest. Immanuel suddenly lunged forward and grabbed it and used it to break off the chain of the handcuffs. Bell fully made back up, recovering from being driven into the unforgiving steel. Immanuel, with a metal handcuff around his left wrist but no longer handcuffed to the fence, drove forward behind Bell and pulled off a Cobra Clutch Bridged Hold, the Perpetual Ferocity! Immanuel pulled it off quickly and Bell ended up landing on the fence. Since it’s bridged with Bell on his shoulders, the referee went for the pinfall.

One….

Two…

Th- kickout by Tyreke Bell! Immanuel converted the maneuver to a seated cobra clutch hold. Bell’s eyes widened as Immanuel sought to drive his challenger into submission. Both men are still lying on top of the steel fence, which is in of itself on top of an assortment of weapons. Neither Jackal or Diabolik have thrown in any new weaponry. Bell struggled in the hold but, after a period of slowly dozing off, suddenly re-ignited and began rising up, forcing Immanuel, who has an ugly purple bruise on his face from the toaster shot, to rise up with him. Bell then low-blowed Immanuel by stretching his leg to the front before suddenly jerking it backwards and hitting Immanuel hard in the shin area. Immanuel’s hold is finally broken as the sudden pain caused him to release it and stumble backwards. Both men are on top of the steel fence. The crowd cheers loudly! Taylor struggles to his knees once again, displaying the heart of a champion! The crowd cheers as he rises to his feet now, the debris under the metal fence slowly giving away underneath him. He grabs the head of Bell and slowly brings him to his feet as well.

Gibson: This could be it!

Taylor hooks the arm… but his hands are batted away! Out of no where, Bell drills him with a hard right hook to the face followed with his finisher “Rock the Bells”! Taylor crumbles to the fence once again as Bell covers for the pin!

1..
2.…
THREE!

Skye: Your winner.. And NEW EUW Hardkore champion.. Tyreke Bell!

Bell rolls over and lies upon his back as the hardcore title is draped over him. The fans begin to cheer him on as he slowly rises to his feet, completely exhausted.

Gibson: Hell of a comeback there! We have a new hardcore champion!

Xplode: That dude has a future here, watch. I don’t say that too often.

Bell leaves the fence now and hops over the crowd barrier. He raises the title as the fans celebrate wit him! Still lying upon his back, Taylor spits out a wad of blood.

Gibson: This night is hardly halfway through it’s course and already the excitement is huge! We will be right back!

[primetime]

“LET ME GO YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

The scene fades in as we see Mister Luck and Dave Markinson enter a spacious private locker room. The fans boo loudly as the woman known as Annette Ritter is tossed unto a couch, her hands bound behind her back! The door slams shut and is locked securely as Dave turns to look at Luck who I seen closing the outside window.

Dave: Did you see them?

Luck: Yes, I did. It seems that Oblivion’s little biker gang has surrounded the arena. Our little insurance plan should be quite safe in here though. I rented this portion of the arena out myself to ensure that.

Dave: I will admit, this is getting a bit intense for me. Maybe if we cut the woman go-

Luck: What?

Luck strides across the room and glares at Annette. Her make up is smeared down her cheeks now as she spits at Luck in response.

Luck: We will not cut her loose. As a matter of fact, she may need a reminder of what respect means based on how she is acting right now! She still serves a purpose though… a purpose that will be realized tonight.

Luck walks over to Annette now and grabs a handful of her hair.

Luck: Tonight, I reunite you with your family.. At a cost.

Dave: You just said we were not cutting her loose?

Luck: That’s right, my friend. We will be leaving this trash in a certain area of the arena… and letting word get to Oblivion. He will find out her fate in the middle of our match tonight. This should cause him to flee the scene to rescue her like the so called hero that he is… leaving Holly to us.

Dave: Brilliant.

Luck: I know.

Slapping Annette, Luck walks over to the window once more.

Luck: Tell me, Annette, has your experience with us been enjoyable?

Annette: Enjoyable? Enjoyable will be watching my son find you both and rip you guys to shreds. You can only run so long..

Luck: Really. Why is that?

Annette: The devil… always gets his due.

Luck walks towards the front door and looks at Dave.

Luck: You’re right. He does. You will find that out first hand.. Tonight. For now though, let’s have some fun…

[primetime]

“Hey man, wait a minute!”

The scene fades in as we see Warrior walking down the hallway, his wet hair bouncing against his shoulders. He looks driven as his face supports a healthy frown. Behind him, Chance Fusion runs to catch up to him, stopping the former World Champion in his tracks with his trademark grin..

Fusion: I want to wish you luck tonight.

Warrior: I don’t need it.

Fusion: Now THAT is the attitude that I like! I also have even more good news for our camp. I sent Superbitch in to see Rivera. It seems that the old man enjoys a bit of female persuasion if you catch my drift.

Warrior turns around and spits to the side of him.

Warrior: Oh?

Fusion: YUP! You are looking at the next number one contenders for the tag team titles compadre! That’s right! I WILL FLOAT LIKE A BUTTERFLY AND STING WHEN I PEE! All we gotta do is help out 2 other dudes for Rivera tonight and it's all good.

Warrior: As long as you remember to have my damn back tonight. Nothing can go wrong, do you hear me?

Fusion: I get it, man. Damn.. Relax.

Warrior: No, there will be no relaxing. Tonight, I begin my climb back to the top of the rankings in the EUW. I have never left anything to Chance if you catch my drift. Jace has been a good outlet for me to display the extent I will go to for people to remember just who the hell I am! Tonight, we continue to unravel Ambrose’s little world. His defeat will be all encompassing..

Fusion holds a look of confusion upon his face..

Fusion: huh?

Warrior: Just be ready…

Warrior walks away just as Superbitch arrives in the hallway. She notices Warrior’s departure and then turns to Chance who still looks confused.

Superbitch: What is it, Sweetie?

Fusion: Nothing… not a damn thing. Not when you are around anyway. Come on, let's celebrate our future tag titles!!

[primetime]

Singles Match
Submissions Only
Warrior vs. Jace Ambrose

Rock Gibson: And now fans we have a match that has been brewing for weeks, as Jace Ambrose clashes with Warrior in a Submission Match!

Xplode: Ah who the fuck cares about submission wrestling!? I want some damn blood!

Rock Gibson: Xplode! Submissions are the very foundation of this business!

Xplode: And you are the foundation of douchebaggery! What the hell is your point!?

Things begin as "World on Fire" by Firewind bursts through the arena as Warrior steps out onto the ramp, full of anger and energy. He goes to each side of the ramp, taunting the crowd and eliciting even more boos. As he soaks them in, Warrior then bolts down the ramp. He slides into the ring and goes to the ropes, placing one foot on the bottom rope and the other on the middle rope. He flings his arms in the air, creating even more negativity from the crowd which he seems to feed upon. He hops down…but gets cut off when Jace Ambrose jumps the rail from the crowd and spears him to the mat!!

Ambrose pounds away on Warrior with all his might, raining down shot after shot as Warrior tries to scramble away and collect himself! Ambrose won’t stop though and keeps firing away with stiff rights! Warrior takes a stiff shot to the jaw and stumbles back off-balance, so Ambrose comes in with one of his trademark clotheslines! He picks Warrior up now and hooks him into a suplex, making sure to hold him up high for the entire crowd to see. After a few moments, he drops Warrior to mat, connecting with his signature stalling suplex! He continues to stomp away at Warrior now, raining down boots and not even thinking about trying to end it! Warrior tries to roll away, but Ambrose is a man possessed and won’t let up! He grabs Warrior now and looks for something else, but Warrior hauls off and punts him directly in the groin!! Ambrose crumples to the mat in pain as the referee warns Warrior, but Warrior simply flips him off and yells that the match is no DQ!

Rock Gibson: What a wild start to this one! Jace Ambrose is clearly out for revenge against this man!

Xplode: Too bad now he’s out for an icepack to stick to his balls!

Rock Gibson: ………….I could have gone my entire life without that visual Xplode.

Xplode: What the hell are you visualizing for you damn fruitcake!?

Warrior takes over now on Ambrose by nailing repeated elbow drops to the knee, obviously already trying to soften him up for the War Cry! He continues his onslaught to the knee, finally finishing with a big standing splash to knock the wind out of Ambrose! Ambrose rolls away and tries to get to his feet, but Warrior repays him for earlier and hits a big clothesline! Ambrose is hurting, so Warrior immediately cinches in a body vice! He squeezes with all his might, obviously trying to both take the air out of his opponent and hopefully garner the submission! He keeps applying more and more pressure, all while Ambrose valiantly struggles to make it to the ropes! He slowly inches closer and closer, dragging the full body weight of his opponent and…

Makes it to the ropes!

Ambrose grabs the ropes and forces the referee to break the hold, even over Warrior’s protests! Warrior immediately tries to go back to the hold, but Ambrose makes him pay with a stiff elbow to the gut! Warrior doubles over immediately, so Ambrose quickly pops up and spikes him with a quick jumping DDT! Warrior is stunned on the mat, so Ambrose picks him up and hooks him for another DDT, only this time he salutes the crowd and drops straight down, executing his trademark Amazing Impact DDT! Ambrose seems to be targeting the head and neck area of his opponent now, as he quickly picks Warrior back up and does a THIRD DDT! Warrior is down on the mat, so Ambrose cinches in a grounded headlock, trying to chip away at Warrior’s stamina and pain tolerance! Warrior can be seen gritting his teeth in pain, but still manages to roll to the side in an attempt to escape! He completes the roll, but Ambrose manages to hang on to the move! He tries to roll out again, but just can’t shake the grip of Jace Ambrose! Finally, Warrior sees his only sanctuary and tries to reach the ropes! Ambrose immediately lifts his legs and braces in an attempt to stop him, but Warrior keeps trying and…

Makes it to the ropes!

The referee forces Ambrose to break his hold now, showing good consistency from earlier. Ambrose still won’t let up on Warrior though and tries for a Piledriver, only for Warrior to backdrop out of it! Ambrose hits hard, so Warrior gets into position and screams at Ambrose to get up! Ambrose stumbles to his feet now and Warrior charges across the ring, spiking him down to the canvas with the Dichotomy (Running STO)! Ambrose is down, so Warrior quickly picks him up and hits a beautiful pendulum backbreaker! Ambrose grabs his back in pain, so Warrior immediately grabs him and hits a second pendulum backbreaker! Seeing his chance to really inflict some pain, Warrior now lifts Ambrose up onto his shoulders and locks in a Torture Rack, trying to get the submission!

Rock Gibson: Smart move by Warrior here! He knows he is better versed in submission wrestling and is using it to his advantage!

Xplode: Or he could be just kind of, you know, TRYING TO WIN THE DAMN MATCH!

Ambrose SCREAMS in pain from the hold, but keeps shaking his head no when the referee asks about giving up! Warrior applies more torque on the hold now, but Ambrose somehow finds it in him to start firing elbows into the side of Warrior’s head! Eventually, Ambrose hits one solid enough to force Warrior to stumble in pain, allowing Ambrose to slide down his back and break the hold! With Warrior still stunned, Ambrose manages to grab him from behind and take him down with a reverse neckbreaker! Warrior is down, so Ambrose quickly bounces off the ropes and hits a beautiful kneedrop, driving his knee dead into Warrior’s face! Warrior is stunned, so Ambrose keeps up the momentum by lifting Warrior up and planting him into the canvas with a standing spinebuster! He now tries to lock in a cobra clutch, the newest submission move of his repertoire, but Warrior just barely manages to roll away! He looks to use the ropes to pull himself up…but Ambrose charges with a huge flying tackle that sends both men over the top rope and to the floor!

Both men fight to their feet, but it is obvious that the fall has taken quite a bit out of them! Ambrose uses the rail to help himself up, but Warrior manages to make it up first. He charges forward for a body splash, but Ambrose moves at the last minute and Warrior connects flush with the railing! He stumbles back in pain, so Ambrose grabs him and executes a simple bodyslam, planting Warrior on the floor! Warrior grabs his own back in pain, so Ambrose repays him for earlier with a second bodyslam on the floor! He looks for a third one, but Warrior manages a quick uppercut to the chin! Ambrose stumbles back off balance, so Warrior charges forward and plants him with the Rage (Gore), driving him hard to the floor below!! Seeing his chance, Warrior goes and grabs the steel ring steps now, seeking to take full advantage of the rules! He throws them down at his adversary, but Ambrose JUST barely escapes from the steel! Ambrose fights to his feet, but Warrior manages to pick up the steps and raise them over his head, charging forward! However, Ambrose manages to somehow throw a basic dropkick, kicking the steel right back into Warrior’s face and making him fall back with the stairs on top of him!! Ambrose now grabs a chair from nearby and begins pounding the stairs like a railroad spike, driving the steel over and over into Warrior! He finishes with one final massive chair shot and rolls back into the ring, beating his chest and raising his arms in a huge rush of adrenaline!

AMBROSE! AMBROSE! AMBROSE! AMBROSE!

The cheers from the crowd seem to motivate Ambrose now, as he screams at Warrior to get up and fight! Warrior manages to roll into the ring now, but his face has been busted wide open by the steel! Ambrose charges with the chair, but Warrior again uses his wrestling experience advantage by executing a drop toehold. Ambrose falls forward into the turnbuckles, hitting his face on his own chair! He falls back in pain, so Warrior takes advantage with a VICIOUS backdrop suplex, spiking Ambrose directly on his head! Warrior sees his chance now and applies a neck vice, once again looking for the submission!

Rock Gibson: I hate the bastard, but I must admit that Warrior is playing it smart here! He knows that Jace Ambrose is emotional because of the pain Warrior has put him through lately!

Xplode: Eh, so his bitch got plowed. So what? Happens all the time in my house!

Rock Gibson: You are admitting to relationship abuse on national television!?

Xplode: No…I’m admitting to fucking my woman’s brains out you dumb shit!

Warrior continues cranking on the neck vice now, seemingly trying to break the neck of Jace Ambrose! The blood pouring from his face seems to have no effect on him as he continues cranking on the move, trying to force Ambrose to give it up! Ambrose struggles in the hold, but still refuses to give up! Warrior keeps trying to apply more pressure, but manages to throw a desperation backhand, striking Warrior dead in the mouth! Warrior instinctively grabs his face in pain, allowing Ambrose the chance to repay him for earlier with a straight punch dead to the groin! Warrior’s eyes bulge out in pain and he slumps forward, so Ambrose throws another punch and hits dead between the eyes! Warrior goes down so Ambrose fights to his feet, trying to shut out the pain! Seeing his chance, he circles behind Warrior now and manages to apply a sleeper hold! Warrior immediately begins flailing about in an attempt to break the hold, but can’t find a way out! He continues trying to break Ambrose’s grip, but Ambrose is simply gritting his teeth and squeezing for all he is worth! Warrior’s legs begin to get wobbly, his energy obviously draining, so he tries to make it to the ropes! He drags Ambrose forward, reaching for the ropes in order to have the hold broken. He just barely manages to touch his fingertips on the ropes…and then Ambrose pulls him back to the center of the ring! The crowd ERUPTS in cheers as Ambrose continues to apply more pressure, trying to put Warrior down!

GIVE IT UP! GIVE IT UP! GIVE IT UP! GIVE IT UP!

However, Warrior is not content with allowing the fans or Jace Ambrose to get what they want and continues fighting with everything he has! He quickly thinks fast and forces Ambrose backwards into the turnbuckles…but Ambrose manages to hang on! Warrior drops to one knee now, clearly going out! Ambrose keeps the sleeper locked on as tight as he can, hoping that he can finally put his blood rival down for the count! Warrior’s eyes become glassy and he seems to be fading fast, but somehow manages one last desperate lunge forward! This takes Ambrose by surprise, so he isn’t ready and allows Warrior to get the distance he needs. Warrior reaches out now and…

Makes it to the ropes!

The crowd gives a LOUD chorus of boos as Warrior makes it to the sanctuary of the ropes, forcing the referee to call for a break! Ambrose breaks the hold now and steps back, trying to regain his own stamina as Warrior tries to fight to his feet. Warrior makes it up, but quickly gets taken down by another trademark Jace Ambrose clothesline! Warrior is down, so Ambrose decides to take a chance and head to the top rope! He comes off now with an absolutely perfect J-Drop (Flying Elbow Drop), landing the point of the elbow squarely on Warrior’s chest! Ambrose has a clear advantage now as he just stomps away at Warrior, his anger temporarily getting the better of him! He grabs Warrior’s head now and tries to re-apply the sleeper, but Warrior quickly throws his head backwards, headbutting Ambrose right in the nose! Ambrose grabs his face in pain, so Warrior quickly wraps him up and plants him into the canvas with the Colorado Suplex! Sensing his chance to try and build momentum, Warrior maintains his grip and lifts Ambrose back up, hitting another Colorado Suplex! He holds on once again and brings Ambrose back up, hitting a third Colorado Suplex and completing a brutal suplex chain!

He now picks Ambrose back up for another move, but Ambrose manages a desperation counter with a stiff shot to the ribs! Warrior backs up in pain, so Ambrose throws a BRUTAL elbow smash, cracking Warrior dead in the face and forcing him to crumple to the mat below!

Rock Gibson: Good lord! I think Jace Ambrose just knocked Warrior unconscious!

Xplode: But he can’t win the damn match if Warrior can’t submit!

Ambrose steps back now and slumps forward to collect his breath, the brutal match obviously taking a lot out of him. Warrior just manages to stir at this point himself, still out of it from the vicious shot Ambrose just threw at him. Both men fight to get their wind now as Warrior just manages to get back up, but Ambrose charges forward and connects with another of his trademark clotheslines! Seeing his chance now, Ambrose grabs the chair that be brought into the ring earlier! Warrior fights to his feet now, so Ambrose NAILS him with the chair! Warrior just managed to get his hands up a little to block the blow, but still took most of the chair square in the face! Warrior is down, but not out, so Ambrose decides that it is now or never and locks on the cobra clutch! Warrior starts flailing around, largely on instinct, but Ambrose just keeps on applying more pressure! He rides Warrior masterfully and makes sure that he can’t fight to his feet, showing that he has fully mastered the new submission hold! The crowd senses that Ambrose almost has it won and becomes louder than ever before with the same chant that Warrior had to suffer through previously.

GIVE IT UP! GIVE IT UP! GIVE IT UP! GIVE IT UP!

However, to his credit, Warrior still will not submit. He keeps flailing, but with both momentum and the crowd fully behind Jace Ambrose, it seems rather bleak. Ambrose keeps up the pressure, not once lightening his grip and draining more and more energy from the man that has caused him so much pain. Warrior keeps fighting…but suddenly manages to use his free hand to grab the chair that Ambrose dropped earlier! Ambrose is too focused on maintaining the hold to see it, so he is blindsided when Warrior throws his free hand back and strikes Ambrose in the face with the chair!!!

Ambrose immediately breaks the holds and grabs at his face, obviously trying to shut out the pain! He stands up, but this proves costly as Warrior grabs the chair with his other hand and swings full force, striking Ambrose dead in the left knee! Ambrose SCREAMS in pain and crumples to the mat immediately, clutching at his knee the entire time! Warrior makes it to his feet now and keeps the chair in his hands, driving it over and over into Ambrose’s injured knee! After several shots, Warrior sees his chance to end it and applies his trademark War Cry (Reverse Indian Deathlock)! Ambrose again SCREAMS in pain and begins flailing his arms wildly, but still shakes his head no! Warrior applies even more torque on the hold now, causing Ambrose to cover his eyes and fight back tears of pain, but again Jace Ambrose will not submit! This sight seemingly enrages Warrior, as he applies even more pressure on the move, literally trying to break Ambrose’s leg! Ambrose screams in agony once again, but STILL refuses to submit to the move!

Rock Gibson: This is crazy! Jace Ambrose has had his knee destroyed, but he just will not give it up!

Xplode: He’s too damn proud Rocky. Trust me, when you compete in that ring your pride is larger than life itself. He won’t give Warrior the satisfaction, no matter what the cost!

Warrior tries to apply even more pressure, but once again Ambrose will not give it up! The crowd begins cheering him on wildly, but it only makes Warrior slam his own back onto the mat to apply more torque on the knee! Ambrose screams again, but now starts valiantly crawling to his right, trying to reach the ropes! Warrior immediately tries to go dead weight to prevent it and applies yet more pressure, but Ambrose will not be deterred! He somehow makes it within the distance and tries to inch forward…but Warrior quickly slams back again and causes Ambrose to shrink back in pain! Ambrose again cries out in pain, but continues to shake his head no to the referee! He somehow uses his arms to push himself back up and lunge forward now and…

MAKES IT TO THE ROPES!!!

The crowd EXPLODES as Ambrose places a hand on the ropes, forcing the referee to break up the hold! However, the damage has clearly been done as now Ambrose can barely stand, let alone apply a submission of his own! Warrior gets to his feet now, wiping the blood out of his face and looking at Ambrose in complete disbelief, seemingly at a loss for how to win! He quickly regains his composure though and grabs Ambrose by the head to pick him up, but Ambrose collapses in pain from the knee! Seeing this opportunity, Warrior quickly knees him right in the head! Ambrose is stunned, so Warrior grabs the bad leg and wraps it over his shoulders, applying the Stretch Muffler! Furthermore, he now slides towards the center of the ring, taking Ambrose away from the ropes!! He applies more torque on the move now, all while Ambrose continues to scream in pain! He keeps applying pressure, but Ambrose will just not give up, which only infuriates Warrior even more!

Warrior: GIVE UP! GIVE UP YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Jace Ambrose: NEVER!!!!!

The crowd again ERUPTS at the sight of Jace Ambrose, who just will not submit! However, the position of the hold has left Ambrose in an awkward position, so he has no defense when Warrior raises his foot and stomps Ambrose directly in the back of the head! Ambrose again screams that he will not give it up as Warrior continues to stomp Ambrose in the unprotected head, seemingly trying to put him out permanently! He continues to stomp away, but Ambrose still screams NO! The brutality continues…but suddenly Ambrose’s girlfriend May is seen running down the ramp!!! She quickly runs to ringside now and screams in the ring towards Ambrose.

May: GIVE UP JASON! IT’S NOT WORTH THIS! PLEASE!!!

Jace Ambrose: NO!!!!!

Warrior’s eyes bulge forward and he shrieks in anger upon hearing this, all as he stomps Ambrose’s head even harder!!! He stomps over and over, all while keeping up the pressure on the Stretch Muffler! He keeps stomping at Ambrose’s head and screaming at him to give up, but Ambrose looks to have finally been knocked unconscious! Upon seeing this, May reaches into her back pocket and throws a small white towel into the ring!!!

Rock Gibson: May threw in the towel! That constitutes a submission! Warrior has won!

Xplode: What a dumb broad!

Rock Gibson: But Jace Ambrose wouldn’t give up! She had to do it or Warrior could have ended his career! Jace Ambrose would not give up!

Xplode: A loss is still a loss Rocky!

The referee sees the towel now and signals for the bell! The crowd LOUDLY boos the decision as the referee walks over to Skye and explains that Warrior has won the match! Warrior immediately releases the hold upon hearing the bell seemingly unaware of what has happened.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, due to his corner throwing in the towel, the referee has ruled that Jace Ambrose cannot continue! Therefore, your winner is…WARRIOR!!!

Warrior raises his arms and screams in victory upon hearing the decision, but does nothing more as he rolls out and heads to the back, his point proven. May immediately crawls into the ring now and checks on Ambrose, who is now completely unconscious. EMTs quickly come from backstage now to attend to Jace Ambrose as the feed cuts to the backstage area…

[primetime]

The feed switches backstage as we see Barry Jordan and TITAN! The crowd begins to boo loudly as TITAN ties up the laces on his boots. Pacing the room before him, Jordan claps his hands slowly. The fans boo as Jordan begins to speak out loud. TITAN continues to prepare for his match, standing up to reveal heavy bruising on his right bicep..

Jordan: Tonight, revenge is ours! We get the honor of destroying a blight upon the EUW, Chuck Johnson! No more needless displays of beer drinking coupled with ample amounts of cursing! No more of his constant griping about anything that displeases him! Tonight, we do the EUW a favor! THE DESTRUCTION OF TRASH…. BY A MOOOOOOOOOONSTER!

TITAN slams his locker door closed and turns to face Jordan. With his arms slights held out from his sides, TITAN leans in and pokes Jordan in the chest.

TITAN: Monster?! Let me tell you something about monsters…

Jordan: Tell me..

TITAN: They are NOTHING compared to what you will see tonight. In that cage, in front of those piece of shit fans, I will show the world just who the dominate force in the company truly is. Tonight, I send a message. Whoever wins that World Title match tonight should go home and lock their doors immediately. You see, I am going to be coming to pick up my strap after I am done with this joke of a man! What you see before you is the TRUE World Champion of the World. Whoever denies that… will be broken into pieces.

Jordan: They don’t believe you, Billy. They think you just yell a lot but never really get the job done.

TITAN: Do they?! IS that what they think?!

TITAN turns and drives his knuckles into the nearby locker door, driving a deep dent into the metal!

TITAN: Let them say that to me face..

[primetime]

Cage Match
TITAN vs. Chuck Johnson

The feed fades back in as we see a lone cage dangling from the ceiling. Camera flashes glare off of the structure as it shakes slightly before slowly lowering down to the ring below. The fans can be heard gasping in amazement as the feed then switches to the announcer booth..

Gibson: What a night so far, X! This next match will transform this night into a more serious tone. We will have a cage match with all of the fixings between one man who has everything to prove.. And a monster to is undefeated in the steel structure. Rumors have spread that Chuck Johnson has grown tired with EUW management, causing the redneck to amp up the efforts in the ring as of late. He has chosen anyone that has stood in his way to make an example out of.. Including his opponent tonight.

Xplode: Actually, it was TITAN who drew first blood, sending CJ into the fucking audio center a few weeks ago. I hate to say it but TITAN looks even more dominating than he had during his brief World Title reign.

Gibson: The new streak of intensity that Johnson has shown will serve him well in this match up as he will need every bit of fire within him to not only win.. But to survive! Let’s get to ringside where Skye waits to begin the match!

The feed switches to the ring as camera flashes emit behind Skye.

Skye: The following match will be held inside of a steel cage. Coming to the ring first, our of Chester, Montana.. CHUCK JOHNSON!

"Whup A Man's Ass" by Trace Adkins begins to play as Chuck Johnson steps out unto the stage. He does not stop or respond to the fans at all, instead choosing to continue down the rampway and towards the ring. He is dressed in blue jean shorts and a 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: There he is, Chuck Johnson.. The angry redneck. He has been all over the EUW roster over the last few months and put together quite the resume. This is the second time that he will face TITAN in the cage, the last being a triple threat match.

Xplode: Yup, he got his ass handed to him then. I just hope he learned his lesson or he will be what the rednecks refer to as.. road kill.

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: Coming to the ring, he is the monster of the 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.

Both men stand in the ring now. CJ is shown leaning in his corner almost casual like while Titan remains in place.. Grinning. Barry Jordan circles TITAN and whispers something in his ear before pointing at CJ and laughing. The referee instructs Jordan to leave the ring shortly after..

Gibson: I have a feeling that this one is about to get ugly. Neither man seems phased by one another here. It will be like two pitbulls attacking one another.

Xplode: Or a monster being unleashed on a complete idiot..

The bell rings as the steel cage is locked into place with an ominous thud! Titan glares at the outside referee and then back to center, just in time to receive a flying elbow by Chuck Johnson! Titan is caught off guard quickly by a surprisingly aggressive Chuck Johnson! Titan flails his arms like he is trying to fly as CJ lays into him with viscous lefts and rights! As Titan is backed into a corner, CJ uses the turnbuckle pads to his advantage, climbing up to the second tier and continuing the assault with packed fists of doom!

Gibson: CJ has taken the fight to Titan tonight, holding nothing back. Smart move if you ask me.

Xplode: You know what happens when you piss off someone bigger than you?

Gibson: No, what?

Xplode: They kick your ass even quicker..

The crowd counts along as CJ punches Titan in the face. Having enough now, Titan grips CJ around the back and runs across the ring with redneck in tow! He then plants CJ into the mat HARD with a running power bomb! CJ lands with arms flat out, his air completely taken out of him. Shaking off the attacks, Titan looks down at CJ and grabs him by the head. He brings CJ up to his feet only to be poked in the eye by a resilient redneck!

The crowd cheers once more as CJ kicks Titan in the stomach and then grabs him by the head! With a twist, he goes for the hangover! Titan is brought down upon his shoulder and then to the mat as Chuck Johnson uses his finishing move already!!

Gibson: THE HANGOVER! THE HANGOVER! CJ JUST NEEDS TO CLIMB THE CAGE AND THIS COULD VERY WELL BE AN UPSET!!

Xplode: Dude.. Calm the fuck down. Don’t act like that retard announcer on that other station…

Titan falls upon his back as Chuck Johnson rises to his feet. He raises both fists as the crowd showers him with affection! Looking to the cage, CJ approaches and begins to climb when he looks over his shoulder only to see Titan starting to move around on the mat. He opts to drop back down to the mat and pursue the attack instead. Grabbing Titan by the head, he brings the monster to his feet and hooks the arm. Moving quickly, he yanks back with a snap suplex upon Titan! CJ doesn’t let up, this time turning over and picking the monster back up.

Once up, CJ Irish Whips Titan to the ropes and lowers his head for the flip! Titan stops just shy of CJ though and boots him in the head! CJ snaps up to attention, flailing his arms this time. Titan then gains a running start and clotheslines the shit out of CJ! CJ flips in the air and lands face first on the mat as the fans shriek in amazement!

Gibson: Ouch.. The power of a Titan at it’s best.

CJ shakes off the cobwebs as Titan approaches him from behind. He picks up the redneck easily and runs with CJ in his palm! He then tosses CJ into the air, HARD, into the steel cage wall!! The wall bends from the impact as CJ tumbles to the ropes and then to the mat below! Titan does not stop there though, grabbing CJ in a choke pick up and repeating the attack to the other side of the cage! The fans shriek in horror as CJ flies through the air like trash, hitting the cage wall and tumbling to the mat below.

CJ is reeling and Titan knows this. The big man straddles CJ begins to lean into him with his full body weight! CJ fights it off as best as possible but Titan seems to have trained very well for this match up! Even with both arms up in a defensive posture, CJ can do nothing as Titan gets shot after shot in with his large fists to CJ’s eye cavities and jaw area! Johnson is almost unable to be seen under Titan’s large frame as the big man envelops him! Finally, CJ’s hand drop lifelessly as Titan begins to take hard shots to the rednecks face, each time snapping CJ’s head back hard and harder!

Realizing now that the winner must climb out of the cage, Titan rises up off of a newly bloodied Chuck Johnson. He glances down at CJ and then to the fans, laughing his ass off. His knuckles are covered in blood as he smears it across his broad chest. The desire for more destruction takes over Titan as he lifts his chin and howls to the sky above! The fans begin to clap and will CJ forward as he somehow… rises again!!?!

Gibson: Chuck Johnson can hardly see out of his eyes at all. His body is a broken mess, and yet he fights to win still! This man is a hero, a warrior of the ring…

Xplode: He is retarded. The smart man knows when to stay down. When you can’t even see your own dick to take a piss it’s game over..

The fans clap in appreciation as CJ rises to his feet, gesturing for Titan to come at him yet again! Shaking his head, Titan does just that, running at CJ and dropping him with a hard clothesline just as he had done earlier. This time, Titan picks up the redneck and slides him into position.. For the Devastator! (Triple Powerbomb) Each time, CJ is driven into the mat harder than before. Titan then backs up.. Only to watch CJ begin to rise yet again?!!

Gibson: Titan may be a monster but CJ has the heart of a man who just will not give up! This man is earning my respect here and the fans around the world as well!

Titan watches in disgust as CJ stumbles to his feet once more! Once again, he points at Titan but this time he then points to his butt hole as the fans laugh. Titan grunts hard and charges CJ, spearing him to the mat violently! The mat shakes hard as Titan fights to lift his head… because CJ has somehow locked in a front chin lock submission hold!!

Gibson: Excellent move here!

Xplode: Um, Rock? It’s a cage match..

Titan struggles to break free as CJ keeps the hold locked on. The fans cheer loudly now as the large frame of the monster slowly turns limp and lifeless.

As the fans cheer loudly, CJ releases the hold. He slowly rises to his feet and kicks the arm of TITAN. It plops down lifelessly. Pointing to the fans, CJ nods and then points to the cage! The fans cheer him on as he approaches the cage and begins to climb up slowly!

Gibson: Johnson is going to do it! He is going to defeat the Monster in the steel cage!

As CJ climbs up the chain link wall, TITAN slowly begins to stir. He turns over and shakes off the cobwebs. Looking up, he notices CJ’s ascension and quickly rises to his feet! CJ tries to climb faster as he reaches the top of the cage! TITAN is behind him, slipping every now and then as he catches up quickly. Timing it perfectly, CJ waits, grabs TITAN by the head… and goes for the Hangover off the top of the cage!

Gibson: OH MY GAWD!!!!

As CJ launches off the wall, TITAN literally catches him in mid air! He then rips CJ’s hands off of his neck and tosses him to the mat below with a sickening thud! As the fans scream in agony, a chant is heard around the arena!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

TITAN drops back down to the mat, stalking CJ as the redneck slowly rises to his feet. TITAN grabs him by the bald head and slowly pulls back his fist. With lightening speed, TITAN drills CJ in the forehead, instantly busting him wide open! TITAN repeats this again.. And again.. Each time snapping CJ’s head back further! Satisfied, TITAN grips CJ with both hands and lifts him into the air, planting him into the mat with a 2 handed choke slam!

Gibson: OUCH!!

As the fans continue to boo, TITAN easily lifts CJ into the air, only to toss him like trash against the steel cage wall! The wall shakes violently as the body collides with it! TITAN then picks him up and does it once more to the other side of the cage, causing the braces to snap off! Looking out at the fans, TITAN raises his casted arm into the air! Blood stains the cast as TITAN bends down and picks up CJ. He hucks him on to his shoulder and spins around.. Nailing the Mass Effect!!! CJ is out cold, as TITAN walks to the cage wall once more… and kicks it down!

TITAN then hops down out of the ring and to the fallen cage wall, ending the match!

Skye: Your winner… TITAN!

TITAN smiles as the crowd screams loudly! Barry Jordan rushes to his side and orders him back into the ring to finish the job!!

Gibson: What is going on here?!!

Xplode: A message is being sent..

TITAN enters the ring once more now as the bell is repeatedly rung. He gestures for a title around his waist and then bends down to pick up a still unconscious Chuck Johnson! Lifting CJ to his feet, TITAN takes him by the arm. Lifting the casted arm into the air.. He brings it down upon Chuck Johnson’s outstretched arm! The fans boo loudly as he repeats this again.. And again! Finally, a third time as CJ is released. Falling to the mat in agony! He is shown holding his arm as medical crews enter the ring! TITAN scares them a bit as he glares in their direction, only to exit the ring to the jeers of the fans! Trash is hurled at him as he walks up the ramp way and leaves sight.

Gibson: Did you see that?

Xplode: I did. TITAN just fucked up Johnson… badly.

Gibson: His arm looked to bend completely backwards!

CJ is placed on a stretcher, his face covered in blood. He is wheeled up the ramp way as fans scream support in his direction.

Gibson: This is just sick! Someone needs to stop that monster….Now..

[primetime]

The crowd begins to go into a frenzy as we see Cole Ritter, Bobby, and Kip standing over former two time World Champion.. Toby “Oblivion” Hunter. Oblivion is shown sliding a neoprene arm brace over his heavily tattooed elbow a she turns to listen to his father.

Cole: Alright, Son. Tonight needs to go off without a hitch. Are your friends ready like they said they would be?

Oblivion: You bet your ass they are. They should be here any minute.

Cole: Good. I miss your Mother. I swear, if they harmed one hair on her pretty red head…

The door suddenly swings open now as all the men turn to face the new guest. The crowd cheers as Dante Holly is shown wearing a brand new costume! He has changed his normal bright red attire for a more darker black, his trademark hood following suit. Cole stares at Dante as do the rest of the men as they listen.

Dante: GREETINGS true believers! It is I… DANTE HOLLY!

Oblivion: Dante, now is not the time.

Dante: Oh, but it is! You see, I promised you that I would hold up my end of the bargain and make peace with you! I have given in to my darker side and tonight, we kick some ass in the name of justice! No more bullshit!

All of the men stare at Dante in shock as Dante continues to rattle on.

Dante: Through my extensive net of information protocols, I have determined Annette’s most probable location!

Cole: WHAT?! WHERE?! YOU KNOW WHERE MY WIFE IS?!

Cole lunges forward, grabbing Dante by the shirt. Oblivion pulls his hands away and drapes an arm over Dante’s shoulders, leading him out of the locker room and into the hallway. Waiting in the hallway are the EUW Tag Team Champions… DAMAGED GOODS! The fans scream in approval!

Oblivion: Dante, I want you to tell these two men everything you know and then meet me in my locker room. They are going to see to finding my mother.

Scott Lawson smiles at his partner Randy White and then chimes in.

Lawson: You bet your ass we will. There ain’t nuthin worse than a no good crook who steals woman!

Dante: Then my information is yours to obtain! Oblivion, I shall see to this and then be at ready to stand by your side!

Oblivion: Good.

Oblivion begins to walk away as do Damaged Goods. Placing his hand upon Oblivion’s shoulder, Dante stops Obi in his tracks as the two are left alone in the hallway.

Oblivion: Yes, Dante?

Dante: I just want to.. Thank you. It has been a life long dream of mine to stand by your side. It was you who first awakened me as a child to the option of being a true hero. I remember viewing you upon my television as you defeated evil at it’s doorstep. You are my idol.. This is a dream come true.

Oblivion: It’s no problem, brother. I haven’t done a lot of good in my life so if I inspired one person to pick up the fight.. Then so be it.

Dante: Not a lot of good in your life?!! Listen to those fans out there and say that again! The DOG POUND CALLS UPON IT’S DARK KNIGHT!!

The fans scream louder than they have all night, chanting “HUNTER! HUNTER! HUNTER!”

Dante: That… is where the true power is. I vow to you tonight, I will not fall until I have helped you succeed in finding your mother. Even if it takes my last breath to do so. I have sworn my life to defend the nubile, tonight, I make good on that vow.

Oblivion nods and slaps Dante upon the shoulder. He then walks back into the locker room leaving Dante alone. He looks proud…

The scene fades out.

[primetime]

Tag Team Match
Oblivion and Dante Holly vs. The LVC

Skye: Ladies and gentleman the following tornado tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada ...

The opening of "Money" begins to play and is met with riotous jeers that drown out Skye's introduction. There appears to be not a single sympathizer in the crowd as it continues on through the harsh techno opening as well as the first verse. As they play, the lights remain on, and the curtain at the top of the stage is thrown aside as Dave walks onto the stage, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, hands clasped over his lap. Beside him walks Zack, walking a white suit with a pink dress shirt and white tie, carrying a clipboard under his right arm. At 0:55, when the guitar and drums play at the chorus, Mr. Luck, wearing a sapphire-blue blazer, white dress shirt and black tie over his tights, walks onto the stage to a chorus of boos and the occasional cheer. He raises his arms, giving a sarcastic, uncaring wave to the fans as all three men head down the ramp. Midway down the ramp, Luck pulls out a handful of dollar bills from his blazer pocket, going to hand a fan them but quickly pulls his hand back, flipping the bird at the fan and waving him aside. A chorus of venomous boos pierces the air as they reach the bottom of the ramp. Luck walks over to the fans barricade, holding out the wad of money, but as a young fan goes to grab it, he quickly pulls it back, shaking his head. Dave follows closely behind Luck as both men walk around the entire length of the ring, ignoring the fans.

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

OBLIVION!!! DANTE!!! OBLIVION!!! DANTE!!!

The deep bass sounds of a large engine cabe heard as the cheers of the crowd continue. The camera pans from left to right now, showcasing a select group of fans as they raise their fists and stare at the entrance way..

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

With the fans screaming at a fever pitch once again drowing out Skye, Oblivion drives through the entrance curtain aboard a 2010 Harley Davidson Dyna Glide. Pulling out behind him on similar bikes is the seemingly the entirety of the Devil's due motor club. Dressed in dark leathers and a red bandanna, Obi glances at the fans in attendance before raising one gloved fist over his head. Outside of normal immediately a spotlight shoots down on top the jumbo screen and standing on top of it is Dante Holly.

Dante: For Annette!!!

With that Oblivion revs his engine and then let's it all out.. racing down the rampway and towards the ring with the entirety of the Devils Due pulling up ranks behind him and soaring overhead 'flying' to the ring is Dante Holly. Circling the ring once, he shuts down the bike and dismounts as the rest of the Devil's due motor club surround the ring leaving the Las Vegas Commission with seemingly no escape.

Stepping up the metal steps, Dante lands next to him on top of the turnbuckle. Oblivion raises one leg over the top rope and enters the ring and foregoing the normal bandanna toss into the crowd and immediately charges after Mr. Luck and Big Dave alongside Dante Holly, taking them to the outside before the bell can even ring. Immediately the entire Devil's Due motor club, along with Dante Holly pound mercilessly at Big Dave and Mr. Luck on the outside as the only thing they can do is cover up for dear life.

Gibson: This is supposed to be a tornado tag match, not the entire biker gang against Mr. Luck and Big Dave.

Xplode: If you want to tell them that go ahead but I'm going to sit here and stay out of this.

Rock slinks back in his seat slightly as the referee looks on helplessly, unable to do anything until the match officially starts. After about thirty seconds Oblivion backs away from the pack and almost as if on cue the rest of the Devil's Due members do as well alongside Dante Holly. Mr. Luck and Dave turn and look at Oblivion as they struggle to their feet. Oblivion stares at them with hatred in his eyes before he raises a hand and finally removes his bandana and tosses it over them into the crowd before charging them and taking both of them over the guardrail. Oblivion follows them as does Dante but this time the Devil's Due stays out, they're orchestrated attack finished and now ready to watch the Big Dog and the Little Dog as it were, take care of business.

Dante grabs hold of Mr. Luck as Oblivion takes on Big Dave, scoring with a vicious hay maker that sends him stumbling back further into the crowd. Dante hits Luck with a powder jab before unleashing rapid body shots that eventually knock Mr. Luck down to one knee. Dante looks to hit him with a quick kick to the side of the head but Luck ducks it and kicks at the back of Dante's leg hooking it before pulling him in and down to the ground. Immediately he starts returning the favor to the super hero, a multitude of fists keeping him off balance and knocking him into the crowd and further away from Oblivion who has maintained control of the match. Like a man on a mission he keeps assaulting Big Dave with no regard for him whatsoever, slamming him into a cement pillar face first, before dragging him up a set of steps off the floor and into the lower bowl of the Arco Arena.

Gibson: I don't know if there's anything that's going to stop Oblivion tonight.

Xplode: A bullet through the skull might do the trick.

Pushing him into the crowd, Oblivion throws Big Dave over top tow rows of seats sending some fans scattering as security tries to maintain order, unprepared for what is occurring. Now on the other side of the arena Mr. Luck has Dante Holly hung up on the guard rail and looks to connect with a roaring big boot and knock him back to ringside. Dante slips off however back into the crowd but Luck reverts back to the high-flying days of yore for a moment and sticks a landing on the edge of the guard rail before leaping back with a flying Nevada Diamond! Dante falls back and as soon as he gets to a knee Luck floors him once more with an enziguri, a sadistic smile on his face.

Luck: You should have minded your own business old friend.

Luck punctuates the statement by slamming his boot into the head of, essentially curb stomping him as he slumps to the floor. Seeing Big Dave still getting proverbially murdered by Oblivion, he takes off away from Dante and begins to head around the ring area towards his team mate. Big Dave has attempted to take the advantage, scoring with a few body blows but Oblivion will not be stopped. He catches one of the punches from Dave and reverses it so that the member of the Las Vegas Commission is up against the edge of one of the luxury boxes. The blood thirsty men cheer on Oblivion as some of the elegantly dressed women look on in horror that's furthered as Big Dave ends up face first in the lap of some grey haired lady as Oblivion leaps into the box.

Picking up Big Dave without a word, Oblivion looks to throw him into the marble counter top but Big Dave stops it, fires a reverse elbow which creates enough space for him to grab a bottle of Seaman's Gin and crack it over the head of Oblivion. Unhumanly almost, he doesn't even seem to move or appear phased, simply staring down Big Dave for a moment before he is cracked a second time, this occurence from a steel chair as Mr. Luck stares at him with fire in his eyes and unleashes a third blow which for the first time drops Oblivion in the match. Immediately both Luck and Big Dave begin to beatdown Oblivion, kicking him and punching him, softening him up until Mr. Luck appears satisfied and orders Big Dave to lift him up. Smiling to himself, Luck grabs a bottle of Absolut, takes a sip, smiles, and then takes a mouthful before spitting it directly into the eyes of Oblivion. The alcohol blinding him for a moment but even more damaging is the disrespect shown for the EUW Hall of Famer.

Mr. Luck gets right in Oblivion's face as he tries to wipe the burning vodka from his eyes.

Mr. Luck: You're nothing but a fake Oblivion and finally, everyone is going to know it. You run with a biker gang so you appear tough but when you're all alone you're useless. You're mommy's going to be so proud of you Toby.

Mr. Luck slaps him in the face.

Mr. Luck: All alone you ...

Dante: He's not alone!!!

With that Dante leaps into the luxury suite, over the same lady. Mr. Luck turns around to look at Dante, a mistake as he leaps foward, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Dante: Falcon! Punch!

Mr. Luck drops like a sack of hammers as Big Dave tosses Oblivion aside and looks to hit Dante with a big boot but the young super hero ducks under it and when Dave turns around to grab him, he meets the same leaping, shouting, madness of Dante Holly. With Luck stirring, Dante grabs him by the head and then big Dave for tossing their two craniums into each other, their minds meeting as Dante looks down and turns his attention to the Big Dig who appears to be getting over the effects of the disrespect from Luck. Turning his back on the Las Vegas Commission is an unwise move though as they get to their feet and go right back on the attack as they Dave grabs Dante and Mr. Luck Oblivion before slamming them into each other face first before tossing them out of the luxury box and tumbling down the stairs towards the floor. Luck and Dave follow them out and as Oblivion and Dante attempt to get up, kick them down again, and again, and again until finally they reach the floor below and have no where else to roll.

Getting live sight of the action once again, the crowd begins to cheer on Oblivion and Dante. Mr. Luck and Big Dave keep the advantage all the way back to ringside as they toss Oblivion and Dante Holly back into the ringside area as the Devil's Due members look on but once again don't interject themselves in the proceedings. Mr. Luck slams Toby face first into the steel ring steps as Big Dave spears Dante Holly into the ring as both men slump down next to each other. Both Luck and Dave mock Oblivion as they raise a right fist into the air before slamming it down right into their faces. Mr. Luck immediately goes over to the announce table in front of Rock Gibson and Xplode and removes the cover before grabbing one of the television monitors. With Oblivion being the first to stir, Big Dave grabs a hold of him and simply shoves him towards Luck who clobbers him with the monitor as Oblivion goes down once more. Immediately they turn their attention to Dante Holly with one problem, the Superhero isn't anywhere to be found. Big Dave and Mr. Luck immediately start looking for him. In a scene reminiscent of Back 2 Roots they begin looking underneath the ring on each side but can't see him. Coming together in front of the announce table, they look to turn their attention back to Oblivion and forget about Dante. Grabbing hold of him causes Dante to appear however behind them on the announce table, having taken refuge behind Xplode and Rock Gibson.

Dante: Unhand him at once evil doer's.

Luck and Big Dave turn around as Dante soars off and hooks Big Dave in his legs before grabbing Mr. Luck in a three quarters face look. He looks to score with a hurricanrana cutter type move but neither Big Dave or Mr. Luck has any inclination of going anywhere. Blocking the move, Dave has Dante caught up and Mr. Luck grabs hold. With both men locking him in place, Dante is unable to escape as they both power him down, sending the announce table into smithereens as the motionless carcass of Dante Holly lies spread eagle on it.

He appears to have bought enough time for Oblivion to recover though as he grabs Big Dave as Luck looks at Holly and tosses him into ring. Following him in the bell rings finally as Oblivion pushes Big Dave into the corner before turning his attention to love attempting to duck into the ring. Faced with the two on one Oblivion charges into Luck before he can get in, knocking him off the apron and then come backs at an angle at Big Dave and connects with a vicious clothesline in the corner. Big Dave stumbles out of the corner and Oblivion grabs him and takes him down with a vicious inverted DDT and hooks the leg.

...1
...2

Big Dave kicks out and Oblivion promptly gets to his feet and pulls up Big Dave before tossing him out of the ring as Mr. Luck comes in and slams him across the back with a forearm. Oblivion turns around and grabs Luck around the throat, looking for a chokeslam but Luck kicks him right into the stomach. It loosens the grip on his throat but when he looks to punch Oblivion, he grabs him and switches him up against the ropes and begins to unleash a flurry of knife edge chops before whipping him across the ring. Luck comes back on the rebound and Oblivion nearly decapitates him with a running clothesline.

Gibson: This is vintage Oblivion here. Despite the two on one advantage the Las Vegas Commission possesses with Dante Holly seemingly knocked out as a result of that vicious double powerbomb he simply will not be stopped.

Xplode: That's why he's a legend, a hall of famer. Quite possibly the second greatest person to ever grace that ring.

Gibson: Behind only yourself?

Xplode: Naturally.

Oblivion hooks the leg of Mr. Luck as the referee makes the count.

...1
...2

Mr. Luck doesn't kick out but Big Dave comes in for the save and knocks breaks up the fall. Immediately he tosses Oblivion into the corner and begins to unleash a set of chops, punches and elbows and is soon joined by Mr. Luck. The two pull Oblivion out of the corner and whip him across the ring. On the rebound The Big Dog looks to connect with a double clothesline but both men duck under it. Coming off the ropes again, Mr. Luck looks to back body drop Oblivion who looks to counter it with a knee lift but that puts him off balance as he takes the running boot from Big Dave, capitalizing on the sacrifice of Mr. Luck. Immediately luck pounces on Oblivion and looks to pound him out on the ground as Big Dave gets in on the action. The fighting isn't pretty but it's effective as Oblivion is steadily softened up. He gets pulled up to his feet and Luck whips him into the ropes. Coming off of them he successfully back body drops him right into Big Dave who sends Oblivion thundering into the canvas with a chokeslam, the Dead Man's Hand working exactly as planned this time. Immediately Mr. Luck goes to pin Oblivion as Big Dave makes certain that no one is going to interject.

...1
...2

Oblivion kicks out as the members of the Devil's Due at ringside still watching nod as one, confident that Toby wouldn't be so easily put away. Dante is still laid out at ringside and it appears as if Oblivion is on his own in this one. Dante having put up a fight earlier but not quite on the level of the dangerous and motivated Las Vegas commission. Big Dave grabs a hold of Oblivion as Mr. Luck rolls to his feet and locks him into a rear chinlock, looking to prevent the blood flow from getting to Oblivion's head. Obi fights against the hold, using the crowds cheers willing him on to get to his feet. He hits a reverse elbow that creates some separation but once again the numbers game works against him as Mr. Luck charges across at him and takes him out with a roundhouse kick to the head and follows it up with an enziguri that flattens him.

Gibson: I don't know how much more of this double team Oblivion is going to be able to take. He needs Dante Holly to get back into this and soon.

Xplode: Ask and ye shall receive.

There's signs of life from Dante Holly as Mr. Luck and Big Dave pay no attention to him.

Dante: To ... my last ... breath.

Mr. Luck has pushed Oblivion up against the ropes as Big Dave assists him, both men looking to put him into position to connect with The Ace. Dante Holly is up to his feet and looking at Oblivion, appearing to be at his last as the constant double teams have taken their toll on him. Pulling himself up onto the apron, Dante Holly looks as Oblivion is up into position as Mr. Luck has scaled the ropes. Big Dave slides underneath into position for the powerbomb as Mr. Luck grabs hold of him in a three quarters front facelock. Knowing it's now or never, despite the pain Dante charges across the ropes, tip toeing across them and hooks onto Mr. Luck with his legs and suspends himself right next to Oblivion, upside down and grabs hold of Big Dave with his arms. As Mr. Luck throws himself back and looks to connect with The Ace, Dante Holly snaps him down as well with his legs. In the massive tangle, it appears as if both teams are hit by the same move, Mr. Luck and Big Dave scoring with the Ace and Dante and Oblivion scoring with an inverted version. All four men lie in a massive heap as a holy shit chant breaks out.

Gibson: I don't know if I've ever seen anything like that in my life.

Xplode: This hasn't been the prettiest match. It never was going to be but that was impressive.

The crowd cheers loudly now as all the combatants lie in center ring, strewn about like broken soldiers. The fans begin to cheer, and then the volume is raised even further, until now it is a fever pitch as they chant in unison…

“HUNTER! HUNTER! HUNTER! HUNTER!”

Gibson: Listen to these fans, they know that their energy is what will win this battle! They are willing Oblivion to his feet! This amazing magic that we have seen over and over always mystifies me!

The members of the Devil’s Due are shown surrounding the ring now, clapping their hands and joining in on the chants! The crowd is up to their feet…

Oblivion sits up!

Xplode: Unbelievable…

The fans scream in approval as Oblivion turns over and rises to his feet once again! He nods at the fans and raises a hand.. Signaling for the end! Mister Luck rises first, shaking off the cobwebs. He gets up to his feet, unaware of the danger behind him! Slowly, he turns around, only to be kicked in the gut and doubled over! The fans scream as Oblivion lifts Luck into the air and drops him upon his back with The Full Throttle! Oblivion then covers for the pin!

1.…

Dave struggles to his feet, running to break up the pin count! Oblivion is one step ahead of him though, rolling out of the way and causing Dave to stomp his own partner, Mister Luck!!! The fans scream in approval as Oblivion raises his large boot…

Gibson: Oblivion is turning the tide!

Oblivion sends the Big Boot into Dave’s unguarded face! Dave stumbles backwards and turns around, right into Dante Holly!!

Holly: SUPER HYPER FALCON PUNCH!!!

Dante hits his finisher, dropping Dave like a dead weight! Both Oblivion and Dante pin each member of the Las Vegas Commission!

1.…
2.…..
THREE!!!

Gibson: They did it! Holly and Oblivion have done it!!!

Skye: The winner of this match… Dante Holly and Oblivion!!

The fans scream in approval as Oblivion and Holly shake hands! The crowd cheers them on victoriously! Rolling over and realizing what has taken place, Luck slides into the corner of the ring, his face disgusted! He then rolls out to ringside, holding his head and grabbing a microphone..

Luck: SHUT THE DAMN MUSIC!!

The music stops as Oblivion and Holly turn to glare at Luck. Luck is shown sweating and breathing heavily..

Luck: You may have won the battle… but the prize is mine.

Oblivion approaches Skye and takes the microphone out of her hand!

Oblivion: You’re wrong! Annette is now safely back home.. Where she should be!

The fans cheer as the feed switches to Luck who seems… to be laughing?

Luck: I don’t think so. Roll the damn footage!!!!

The feed pans to the videotron where we see a hotel room. The furniture is busted and tossed in random places. The camera pans to the living room portion where see Damaged Goods… knocked out cold!!! The fans boo instantly!! Stepping over Damaged Goods is The Dogs of War! Chance Fusion turns to the camera and smiles. The feed then shuts off! Oblivion is suddenly irate as he hops over the top rope and grabs Luck by the throat!

Oblivion: WHERE IS SHE?! I WILL BREAK YOU IN HALF IF YOU DON’T-

Luck: Calm down, Big Dog. Her usefulness has ended anyway. You will find her in the first aid room, safely locked in the closet. I would hurry though… the air is probably running out.

Oblivion drops Luck and rushes up the ramp way! The Devils’s Due follow in suit, as the army of men leave the ringside area!

Gibson: Luck has lost has mind! He truly has!

Xplode: No, he is playing the game… perfectly. Someone is all alone now with no friends to save him…

Dante Holly turns to look at Luck as Mister Luck painfully rises to his feet..

Luck: Where is your idol now, kid? Did you think that you would be able to interfere in our business and get away with it?

Dante stares at Luck from inside the ring, only to be hit from behind with a metal pipe!! The crowd screams in horror as Dave towers over him, driving the pipe into the back of his head! With each strike, Dante moves less and less until Dave is ordered to stop by Luck. Rolling into the ring, Luck lifts up Dante carefully. He stares into his face… and then removes the now bloodied mask from his head!!

Gibson: NO!!!! HIS IDENTITY IS OUT!!!

Dante remains upon his knees, his face still covered but by his own blood. Luck leans in, and smiles as the fans boo loudly..

Luck: Eye for an eye… partner for a partner. Tell Oblivion, we are even now for what he did to Dave here two weeks ago. He will find his Mother right where I said she was. Unlike him, I am a man of honor! He will learn his place.. One way or another…

Luck then kicks Holly in the face, sending the superhero falling backwards! The fans boo loudly as the LVC turn and exit the ring, a smug look upon their faces. They head up the ramp as a sea of medical workers rush towards the ring, tending to Dante furiously!

Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen.. What has happened here tonight is just wrong. Mister Luck seems to have genuinely gone off his rocker. Dante Holly is hurt badly, to what extent I do not know. No matter where Oblivion turns, people around him are paying the ultimate price. When will Luck and Oblivion finally meet one on one and settle this and how many more people will feel the effects of it all?

Xplode says nothing as Dante Holly is wheeled out of the ring and up the ramp way. The fans chant “HOLLY HOLLY HOLLY!” as he slowly makes it to the entrance… and out of sight. The feed 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. 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]

The crowd screams as Danny Tenfold is shown warming up in his locker room doing squats. The EUW Pure Title is shown hanging from a nearby hook as he turns to race Jack Rodgers who has found his way into the room.

Rodgers: Got a minute, Champ?

The fans scream in approval as Danny takes a deep breath and nods his head. Sweat drips from his forehead.

Rodgers: Tonight, the Pure Title is on the line against not one but two opponents! Are you ready for tonight’s match?

Tenfold: Am I ready?! AM I ready? Ask these fans of I am ready!!

The fans begin to scream in approval!

Tenfold: Tonight, I am going to war, baby! This is my ascension, the moment that the world stands up and takes notice of my talent! Professional wrestling is an unforgiving sport. Only the strong survive long enough to create a legacy. For as long as I can remember, wrestling has been my passion! Right now, I am about to go out there, at Retribution no less, and achieve my childhood dreams! I never would have thought this possible.

Rodgers: There is no doubt that you deserve it.

Tenfold: I deserve it because of the fan’s support. I am just one man, but with them behind I am 10 million strong! I will carry the Pure Title with the honor of those who held it before me and not look back for a minute! This is about the now, the future! Danny Tenfold is going to grab that future.. And make it his!

The fans cheer as Danny snatches the Pure Title. He flings it over his shoulder, pats it, and walks away…

Pure Title Match
Triple Threat
Danny Tenfold (c) vs. Brett Cross vs. Roy Viper

Skye: The following contest is a Triple Threat match, scheduled for one fall and will be for the EUW Pure Championship!

Gibson: I’m excited about this match, Xplode! Are you excited?

Xplode: [Flatly]Yes.

Gibson: How much did they pay you to pretend to care?

Xplode: Not enough.

Gibson: Evidently!

Sara Alexandria walks down to the ring holding a small rubber mallet. As she enters the ring she waves her right hand to the curtain as “Divide” by Disturbed starts. Roy walks out onto the stage, nothing fancy. As he makes it to the ramp he raises his hands like guns pointing to the ring. Roy holds the pose for a few seconds until the first lyric is said, "go." At this point Roy "fires" his guns causing pyro to blast from the ring posts.

Skye: Your first competitor, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at two-hundred-and-forty-seven pounds, ROY “THE COBRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” VIPER!

Roy Heads down the ramp at a leisurely pace. After slapping hands with a few fans, Roy runs to the ring and slides in before walking to the corner and mounts the ropes before lying down across the corner waiting for his opponents.

Roy isn’t waiting for long as the guitar intro of Hermod's Ride to Hel begins to blare out of the PA system, hitting 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.

Skye: From Scandinavia, weighing three-hundred-and-thirty-seven pounds, he is the GOD OF MIDGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD… BRETT CROSS!

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. He turns around, waiting in the corner next to Roy and waiting for the last entrant.

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

Skye: And finally, from Longview, Washington, weighing two-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds, he is the EUW PURE CHAMPION… DANNYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TENFOLD!

He hands the title to the referee who passes it out of the ring as Danny offers his hand to Roy Viper, who shakes it, nodding. Danny then turns to Cross and the two shake hands, Cross smirking slightly as he squeezes down on Danny’s hand, causing the Pure Champion to wince slightly. Satisfied that everything is sorted, the referee calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Gibson: Danny’s got the speed and agility edge by some margin, but Brett dominates on power and sheer brute force. Roy just keeps going and has the best technical knowledge in the ring; all three men are so very different. It’s impossible to predict who will be walking out of here as Pure Champion at the end of the night!

Xplode: Could you be any more of an idiot? People are already watching this match; you don’t need to advertise it! You should be advertising my new line of bedroom products…

Gibson: [chokes]Your what?

Xplode: The new “SeXplode” range of bedroom toys! They’re sure to bring years of marital bliss to their users!

As Gibson shudders at that thought, our three competitors approach each other, a healthy dose of respect being shown by all three men, but there’s no shortage of desire, either, each man’s eyes show a steely determination to win here. Danny makes the first move, launching a quick dropkick into the chest of Brett Cross, but the move does little to faze the giant Viking, he merely stands his ground, almost impervious to the attack. Danny gets up quickly, his eyes narrowing as Cross simply stares him down.

Roy grabs Cross from behind, looking for a German suplex, but he struggles as Cross uses his weight to keep himself on the ground. Seeing the distraction, Danny rushes to the ropes and bounces off of them, hitting a springboard dropkick to Brett Cross, the extra momentum giving the attack more power, causing Brett to sway just enough for Roy Viper to show his strength, lifting the big Viking up into the air and them slamming him down on his shoulders with an impressive textbook German suplex.

Gibson: Who knew that Roy Viper had such strength? It can’t be easy to suplex a guy like Brett Cross!

Xplode: Yes, and he’s an idiot for trying! He’s wasted so much strength so early on in this match, he’s pretty much given up on winning already!

Xplode’s words are quite accurate, Roy is back up, but he is panting slightly, the energy required for such a move on a man the size of Cross has sapped him. Fortunately, the shock of the impact seems to have caught Cross out too, as he lies on the mat, holding his head for a few moments before slowly getting to his feet.

Danny rushes in as Cross gets to one knee, connecting with the Shining Wizard to knock him back down. Roy spots his moment and pounces, grabbing Danny, spinning him around and hitting a spike DDT, before covering for the first pinfall of the match.

One…

Kickout!

Danny kicks out quickly as Roy rolls back to his feet, waiting for Danny to get up. Danny rubs his head as he stands up, Roy approaches and the two lock up in a collar and elbow tie up as Cross rises in the background, an angry look on his face. He stomps towards the two and grabs each man by the back of the head, slamming them together in a meeting of the minds Roy and Danny let go of each other, clutching their own heads simultaneously as Cross hits a big boot to send Danny to the mat as he turns his attentions to Roy Viper, grabbing him and whipping him to the ropes, catching him on the return for a textbook powerslam.

Rather than covering at this early stage, Cross pulls Roy Viper back up, hitting a few knife edge chops and whipping him to the ropes again. Cross bends forwards, looking to catch The Cobra, but Roy has it scouted and puts the brakes on, hitting a sharp kick to the gut of Cross, keeping him doubled over as Roy hits another spike DDT, sending Cross to the mat. Roy gets up quickly, just in time to be grabbed from behind by the Pure Champion as Tenfold hits a dragon suplex, bridging for the pin.

One…

Two-Kickout!

Roy kicks out at the count of two and both men are quickly back up to their feet.

Xplode: It’s going to take more than that to win this match. Are these three even trying?

Gibson: If they weren’t trying, they wouldn’t be going for pin covers! You know that!

Danny and Roy tie up again, Roy whipping Tenfold to the ropes, scoring with an arm drag on the return, Danny rolls through it and gets back up, so Roy hits a second, keeping hold of the arm this time and following through into a cross arm breaker, wrenching hard on Danny’s arms, trying to pull it out of the socket.

Gibson: Look Xplode! Submission holds, your favourite!

Xplode: Didn’t we get enough of these earlier when what’s-his-face fought that other guy that no-one likes?

Roy has a good grip on Danny, refusing to let off, even as Danny uses his free arm to try to break the hold, the Champion struggling to escape. Fortunately, Brett Cross comes to the rescue, hitting a giant stomp on Roy Viper, breaking the hold. Cross then drops a big knee on Roy’s chest, driving the air out of his lungs. Cross turns to see Tenfold getting up and Cross approaches, grabbing him and hoisting him onto his shoulders for a powerbomb. Danny comes to his sense and throws his body backwards, looking for a hurricanrana.

Unfortunately, Cross has other ideas and keeps his grip on Tenfold’s legs, holding him in place, Cross then leans back, hauling Danny back up into position before slamming him down, back-first onto the mat with a powerbomb. Cross keeps his grip and leans forwards for a pin cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Tenfold kicks out in time as Cross steps back, turning to check on Roy Viper, who is lying still on the mat. Danny gets up slowly, unsteady on his feet, so Brett knocks him back to the mat with a big boot, but, quick as a flash, Roy Viper leaps up from behind, grabbing Brett around the neck and dropping him to the mat with a surprise neckbreaker.

Gibson: He was playing possum!

Xplode: It’s called “strategy”, dumbass, and it’s good to fucking see some. Cross won’t go down easily and neither Roy nor Danny can match him for power, so they need to catch him off guard if they want to beat him!

Roy begins laying the boots to Cross, stomping on him, keeping the bigger man down. Danny gets up again and sees this, he climbs to the top rope and signals for Roy to step away, to allow him to hit the Killswitch Tengage (Shooting Star Legdrop). Tenfold plays to the crowd for a moment before leaping off and catching Roy by surprise this time with a missile dropkick, knocking Roy over the top rope and out of the ring.

Danny kips up and turns back to Cross, who is now getting up slowly, so Tenfold runs to the ropes, rebounding for a springboard dropkick, but Cross turns and catches Tenfold in midair, lifting him onto his shoulders. Cross then drops to a kneeling position, slamming Tenfold’s stomach onto his knee, letting go as he flops to the mat, clutching his gut as he rolls around in pain. Cross stands up to cheers from the crowd, pulling Danny up to his feet and hitting a few big chops, drawing whoops from the fans each time as Danny grabs his chest in pain, a red patch quickly forming. Cross then grabs Danny’s arms and forces them into his own armpits, locking them in place and wrapping his own arms around Danny’s to trap him on the spot. A look of malice flashes across Brett’s face as he leans back, roaring as he drives his head forwards, slamming it into Tenfold’s with a big headbutt.

Tenfold shouts out in pain, his legs buckling slightly, but held in place by Cross who delivers a second punishing headbutt, then a third, busting Danny open as a thin trickle of blood appears on the forehead of the Pure Champion.

Xplode: Now we’re getting started! Good old Cross, I can count on him for some violence when the match is getting dull!

Gibson: You can’t fault Brett’s methods here. They’re crude but effective!

Xplode: Just like a joke about your mother, Rocky!

Cross lets go of Danny, who drops to his knees, clutching his forehead, the blood now flowing freely. Cross then pulls him back up, stepping back and looking for the Hammer Mjollnir (Polish Hammer). Brett charges in, but Danny drops to the mat, rolling aside and as he does, Roy Viper hops up onto the apron, swinging his mallet and catching Cross squarely in the jaw, knocking him back down!

Xplode: Before you even speak, Gibbon, remember that there are no disqualifications in a triple threat. If you accuse Roy of cheating, so help me God, I’ll borrow that mallet and beat you with it!

Gibson: Message received loud and clear, X!

Roy climbs into the ring, brandishing the hammer as Danny sees him, keeping his distance as Roy begins swinging for the fences, trying to knock the Pure Champion out with each blow, but failing to connect. Danny backs up and finds himself against the turnbuckle before too long as Roy smirks, knowing that Danny has nowhere to run now. Roy lifts the mallet up, holding it behind his head like a baseball bat, ready to swing. As he brings the mallet around, Danny leans back on the ropes, using them to spring himself up, back-flipping onto the top rope to Roy’s surprise. Before The Cobra can react, Danny leaps off of the top rope, over Roy, grabbing him in midair as Danny falls, hitting a neckbreaker to take him down.

Roy drops the mallet as he hits the mat and Sara quickly grabs it, pulling it to the outside, away from the other competitors, ensuring that it can’t be used against Roy. Danny surveys the ring, Brett Cross is still out from the mallet shot, so he quickly covers Roy, hooking the leg.

One…

Two…

Thr-Kickout!

Roy gets a shoulder up at the last possible moment to kick out. Danny slaps the mat in frustration, convinced he had done enough to pick up the win.

Gibson: Close Danny, but not quite enough!

Xplode: Most people might have stayed down, but Roy Viper is making a career out of being beaten up. He’s somehow developed a superhuman endurance! Not that it stops him from being a human punch bag though…

Danny pulls Roy up with him and hits a snap suplex, climbing to the top rope and diving off with a moonsault, covering again.

One…

Two…

Foot on the ropes!

The referee spots Roy’s foot on the rope and stops the count as Danny shakes his head in frustration, unable to believe it. He spots Sara outside the ring, she smiles and winks at Danny and the penny drops. He shouts at Sara and then pulls Roy up, dragging him to the centre of the ring. As Danny pulls Roy up, a large shadow looms overhead and he turns around, staring into the chest of the Bifrost Brawler.

Cross roars and swats Danny aside, grabbing the dazed Roy Viper, keen on revenge for the mallet shot earlier. Cross grabs Roy around the throat with both hands, lifting him high off of the ground, choking him as his legs flail and kick out wildly. Cross then slams Roy hard to the mat with a double-handed chokeslam that shakes the ring. Cross then turns his attention to Tenfold who backs away, but Cross rushes in with a burst of speed, looking for a shoulder charge that Tenfold manages to sidestep just in time.

Tenfold hits a dropkick to Cross, pushing him against the ropes and as Brett bounces back, Danny jumps up, grabbing the Viking’s head, falling backwards into a sitout rear mat slam, driving Cross to the floor. Danny spots his moment and quickly climbs up to the top rope, signalling for the Killswitch Tengage (Shooting Star Legdrop) as he steadies himself. Tenfold leaps through the air and hits the move perfectly on Brett Cross, rolling over to cover him for the pin.

One…

Two…

Foot on the ropes!

The referee sees Cross’ foot on the ropes and stops counting, much to Danny’s chagrin. He turns around to look for Sara, but she’s stood on the far side and shrugs as Danny shakes his head, annoyed.

Gibson: Fantastic ring awareness from Cross there!

Xplode: Because it takes so much skill to lift your leg up. Let’s just crown him Ultimate Champion of All Time and be done with it now…

Gibson: Wow, X, that’s really sarcastic, even for you…

Xplode: You know me, Rocko, I’m all about pushing boundaries and setting new highs!

Gibson: Or lows, as the case may be…

Danny is thinking about heading to the top rope again as he spots Roy getting up, so he heads across to The Cobra instead. Danny pulls Roy up and hits a few quick strikes, whipping him to the corner. Roy collapses into the corner, his back resting against the ring post as Danny approaches and lifts him up onto the top rope. Tenfold climbs up, looking for a superplex, but Roy starts to fight back, firing off rights and lefts, managing to force Danny to let go of him, and then dazing him with a few shots to the head, knocking Danny from the top rope. Roy then steadies himself, launching off with a perfect moonsault.

A perfect moonsault that gets nothing but knees as Tenfold brings his up to counter. Roy rolls around, clutching his chest, as Danny takes a few moments on the mat to compose himself. Spotting his chance, Danny gets up, shaking off the cobwebs and heading to the corner, climbing up and calling for the Killswitch Tengage (Shooting Star Legdrop) once again. As he points to Roy, Sara hops up onto the apron, grabbing the top rope and pulling it, causing Danny to lose his footing and drop crotch first onto the turnbuckle as every man in the arena winces in sympathy. The referee approaches Sara and tells her to stop, although she hasn’t done anything illegal.

Sara climbs down from the apron and starts willing on Roy as the crowd begin cheering, Tenfold slowly getting back to his feet on the top rope. Roy Viper picks his spot and kips up, running to side ropes near Tenfold and bouncing off, catching Danny’s head in mid-flight for a Venom Injection (Modified RKO) from the top rope, driving the Pure Champion straight to the mat as the audience cheer wildly.

Roy hooks the leg for the cover as Danny lies lifeless in the ring.

One…

Two…

Boot to the head!

As the referee is about to bring his hand down for the three count, Brett Cross brings his massive boot down on Roy instead, breaking up the pin and keeping the match alive. Cross pulls Roy up and hits a gutwrench suplex, almost throwing him the length of the ring, before running across for an elbow drop. Cross gets up and stomps on Roy Viper for a few moments, before pulling him up and scoring with a big Full Nelson Slam, covering for a pin.

One…

Two…

Foot on the ropes!

Once again, the pin attempt is too near to the ropes, and once again, Sara Alexandria grabs Roy’s foot, dragging it onto the ropes, and, once again, the referee doesn’t see the cheating and stops the pin. Cross gets up angrily, having seen Sara’s actions and shouts at her, she just laughs and flips him the bird. Cross pulls Roy Viper up and whips him to the ropes, looking for a big clothesline, but Roy ducks under it and rebounds off of the far set of ropes, hitting a basement dropkick, forcing Cross down to one knee. Roy draws on energy from somewhere deep inside and hits a few punches, following up with a dropkick to the face, sending Brett to the mat.

Roy pulls Cross up and signals for a Venom Injection (Modified RKO) on the Viking, but Brett catches him, reversing the move into The Chariot!!!

Gibson: CROSS NAILED HIS FINISHER!!!

Cross drops down upon Roy for the pin! Danny is barely moving now as the count starts!!

1...
2....

Danny turns over and sees the action in the ring! The ref slams his hand down before he can react!

THREE!

Skye: Your winner.. and NEW EUW PURE CHAMPION... BRETT CROSS!

The fans stand up and cheer as Brett Cross is awarded the title! Cross raises it high for all to see! Danny Tenfold slowly stumbles to his feet and approaches Cross. He raises Cross's arm in victory! Across the ring, Roy Viper nods as he rolls out, heading up the ramp! The camera focuses on Tenfold and Cross as both men play to the fans.. the cheers are deafening!

Gibson: We have a new champion folks! Amazing! We will be right back.. after these messages.

[primetime]

The scene fades in as we see an empty gym. The room is empty and the lights are shut off save for one lone lamp that hangs above a broken down wrestling ring. In the distance, the sounds of a packed house of fans cheer as the camera slowly focuses closer and closer to the ring. A man’s voice is now heard over the crowd..

Narrator: Unleashed… that was the name of the game. A champion so proud, so dominant, broken by a monster. Left… shattered.

The ring inches ever closer as we hear a wrestling match being played out in the background. The sounds of a body being slammed against a mat are made out as a referee calls for a bell. As the feed zooms in to the ring, we see the EUW World Championship sitting alone, lying in the center of the mat.

Narrator: Now, all bets are off. He returns to his home for one final journey. Sins will not be forgiven and monsters will… be destroyed. In 2 months, the EUW will air Scars and Stripes. Once again, wars will be fought and history will be made…

The camera suddenly backs up…. Showing former 2 time World Champion, Chris Sabora! The fans scream as he stares into the camera. With dark eyes and a newly grown beard, he picks up the World Title and stares at it a moment… only to let it fall to his feet.

Sabora: ..and a Machine... will return. Get ready..

[primetime]

Gibson: “And now we go backstage to join Sarah Thompson!”

Xplode: “Hmm, boobies…”

(We cut backstage and find Sarah Thompson filling the screen in front of a large ‘Retribution’ logo.)

Sarah: “Thanks guys. Yes I’m here backstage and with me is the number one contender to the EUW World Heavyweight Title, Jack Bull!”

(The fans raise the roof as the camera zooms out a bit and pans slightly to the right to bring Jack Bull into the shot as well. Jack is already geared up ready for his match, stepping back forth in a slightly agitated manner.)

Sarah: “Now Jack, tonight, in the first part of a double main event for Retribution we will see you go one on one with The Scorpion for the EUW World title! And I was just wondering, as this is your first real shot at the World title, are you nervous at all?”

(Bull looks at her a little surprised.)

Bull: “Nervous? Nervous? Who the hell are you talking to? Maybe that guy over there, the guy with the headset on. Maybe he’s nervous because if he presses the wrong button he might get fired. Or maybe that guy holding the boom mic, thinking that he’ll get pink slipped if he drops it on someone’s head,”

“But me? No. No Sarah I’m not nervous. I don’t have time to be nervous. This is the one match that I have been waiting for ever since I walked through the door of the EUW and signed on with that douche bag Warrior,”

“This is the one match that my entire career has been pointed to. To head out there, in front of all of those fans, in front of 17,000 screaming fans in the Power Balance Pavilion, Sacramento…”

(The name drop does the trick as usual, pulling out the cheap pop)

“… To head out there and put on the greatest title match that the EUW has ever seen. To head out there and whoop The Scorpions ass for all to see!”

(Again the fans bite on the easy pop)

“And finally, when all is said and done, to claim that title. To take that gold from around The Scorpions waist, raise it above my head and be declared the new EUW World Heavyweight Champion!”

(The noise level begins rising again, reaching a deafening crescendo before starting to drop back down. Bull lets it simmer a little before continuing.)

“So no Sarah. No, I’m not nervous. I am nothing tonight except absolutely focused. I am nothing tonight except absolutely determined. I am nothing tonight… except absolutely ready to whoop The Scorpions butt!”

(The crowd reacts with another big cheer)

Sarah: “Alright. I mean, I was just wondering because The Scorpion has become pretty famous here in the EUW now for his resistance to pain. I mean, he once set his arm on fire just to try and get inside your head. He’s been through a lot of tough matches and he’s taken some real poundings, but he just keeps coming back every time!”

Bull: “I bet you know a lot about real poundings huh?”

(Bull grins as the audience begin to cheer loudly and wolf whistle in equal measure, though Thompson seems a little blank).

Bull: “Poundings? No? Ok, never mind. The fact of the matter is this Sarah. You’re damn right, The Scorpion has taken some real beatings here in the EUW. You’re damn right that he has set his arm on fire before just to make a point. And you are damn right that he just keeps getting up and keeps coming back for more. He is one tough son of a bitch,”

“But you’re mistaken if you think that I haven’t been through the wars too. You’re mistaken if you think that I haven’t suffered my share of pain too. You’re mistaken if you think I haven’t been beat up, beat down, smashed around, hit with chairs, fallen off ladders, had my ankle busted with metal cylinders, thrown into a steel cage and all kinds of other stuff,”

“See I agree with you Sarah. I agree that The Scorpion is one tough ass dude. But the thing is, Jack Bull is tougher,”

(The fans begin to raise another cheer, which Jack waits for and allows to die off naturally)

“I have competed in just about every damn type of match this company has ever put on. I have fought against the very best there is, from Xplode, to Chris Sabora, to Lincoln Daggerson, to the big dog Oblivion himself!”

(The fans again shatter the air with a deafening roar at the name drop of Oblivion)

“I have taken beating after beating after beating in that ring and yet I keep getting up, keep coming back for more. I keep fighting, keep whoopin’ ass!”

(Another big cheer from the fans)

“And tonight will be no different. Every time the Scorpion knocks me down, I will get right back up in his face! Every time the Scorpion thinks he’s on top, I’m gonna reach down deep inside and come back swinging! Every time he thinks he’s on the verge of winning and retaining that title, I’m gonna come back stronger, harder, faster, longer and I’m gonna whoop that mans ass until they drag me off him!”

(A massive cheer goes up from the fans!)

“And that’s a fact! Assholes,”

(The fans go into a frenzy as Bull finishes in customary fashion and walks out of shot)

Sarah: “Back to Rock and… wait! I just realised what you meant by poundings! JAAAAACK!”

Main Event 2
EUW World Championship
(Special Surprise Guest Referee)
Jack Bull vs. Scorpion (c)





Gibson: Well, Xplode, it’s time for our first main event of the night! The Scorpion defends his title for the first time since winning it against the fan favourite, Jack Bull! What do you make of this match that’s sure to be a classic?

Xplode: Well, the way I see it, Jack Bull has beaten this freak twice before, without my help. Now that he’s been coached by a living Legend, ME, well… Scorpion doesn’t stand a chance!

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

Skye: The following match will be for one fall and it is for the EUW World Championship! Already in the ring is the challenger, hailing from Bakersfield, California, and weighing two-hundred-and-forty-one pounds… JACK BULL!

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

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

Skye: And his opponent, the EUW Champion, from parts unknown, weighing two-hundred-and-forty pounds, THEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SCORPION!

The Scorpion removes his title belt, staring into the gold, his reflection staring back as he places it in the corner of the ring. Before he can turn around, Jack Bull has rushed in and is clobbering the Scorpion from behind with rapid fists. The referee tries to break it up, but not until after Jack has unloaded on the Scorpion, forcing him down to the mat with brutal punch after brutal punch, a familiar strategy from Jack Bull, but now with more venom than seen before. As Bull retreats back to the corner, the referee calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

The Scorpion gets to his feet, glaring intently at Bull as the two men approach each other, the cheers of the crowd almost deafening. Jack clenches his fists as the Scorpion cricks his neck from side to side, the two standing face-to-face, ready to begin. Bull takes the initiative, throwing off a right hand, but the Scorpion leans back, avoiding it, swinging his left leg up high for a martial arts kick that Bull steps back to avoid. The two then step up once more, and Bull goes for another punch, but the Scorpion catches it in one hand, but Bull only smirks, surprising the Scorpion with this response.

Gibson: Why is Jack smiling?

Jack then quickly reaches up, grabbing the Scorpion’s other arm, forcing him into a collar and elbow tie up, then promptly following up with an Irish whip, catching the Scorpion on the return and hitting a big Samoan drop. He jumps straight up, one fist in the air, cheering as the audience follows suit.

Xplode: Do you see it, Gibbon? I have done the impossible and taught Jack Bull how to wrestle!

Gibson: With all due respect, X, one Samoan drop is hardly the mark of a true wrestler!

Xplode: Did you miss that collar and elbow tie up? Do you have any idea how long it took to teach Jack to do that?

Bull then pulls the Scorpion up and fires off a few right hands to daze him, whipping the champion towards the ropes and then dragging him back in for a short arm clothesline. Bull then drops an elbow on the Scorpion, jumping straight back up as the crowd cheers him on. Bull raising his arm for the “Hook ‘em Horns” sign, getting a huge pop from the crowd as he parades the ring, stopping in front of the Scorpion who is lying on the mat. Bull kicks him in the ribs and then stomps on his chest, landing several more kicks and stomps as the Scorpion rolls away and gets up, charging at Bull, only to be launched into the air with a back body drop, the Scorpion landing hard on his back as Bull pulls him up, whipping him to the ropes and catching him on the return with a powerslam.

Gibson: Jack Bull looks really fired up here tonight! You can tell he wants to win that title!

Xplode: He wants to win the title AND beat the holy hell out of the Scorpion. Of course he’s fired up!

Bull grabs the Scorpion by his hair and pulls him up, holding him by the hair and throwing a few rights into his face, before shouting at him and letting go of his hair, hitting a strong uppercut, causing the Scorpion to drop to his knees as Bull stands tall and proud. Bull grabs the Scorpion by his hair again and pulls him back up, holding him in place with his left hand as Bull holds his right fist in front of his face and kisses the knuckle, causing a huge pop from the crowd.

Bull pulls his right hand back, looking for a knock-out punch as the Scorpion is lifeless, barely able to stand. Bull’s muscles tighten and contract as he begins to bring his right fist forwards, driving it squarely into the face of the Scorpion as he lets go of his hair, the Scorpion dropping to the mat in a heap as Bull stands over his fallen body.

The crowd cheers wildly as a slow motion replay of the punch is shown on the Jumbotron, the sheer brutality of the shot being amplified in the replay. Bull even pauses for a moment, watching his handiwork on the big screen. He then drops to the mat and covers the Scorpion for the pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

The Scorpion kicks out after the two count, his eyes flickering as he seems to regain his sense, having had it beaten out of him previously by Bull. Bull pulls the Scorpion back up and sends him to the ropes, looking for a lariat, but the Scorpion ducks under it, and rebounds from the far set of ropes with a Yakuza kick that floors Bull. The Scorpion instantly jumps onto Jack’s fallen body, choking him with his bare hands.

The crowd jeer and boo, venting their anger in the only way they can as the referee tells the Scorpion to stop, that this isn’t a legal hold. He then begins to count and the Scorpion lets go as Bull wheezes, the choke clearly having taken it out of him. The Scorpion then stands up and heads for the near turnbuckle, unfastening the padding on the top to expose the steel below as Bull begins to get up. The Scorpion then returns to Bull, who is on all fours, so the Scorpion kicks him in the gut and then drives an elbow into Bull’s back, sending him to the mat. The Scorpion then pulls Bull up and whips him chest-first into the exposed steel.

Jack Bull collides with the steel and turns back around, clutching his chest in pain as the Scorpion grabs Bull and hits a suplex on him, slamming him down with authority. The Scorpion stands up, a sadistic smirk on his face as he brushes his long hair back, he grabs Bull and drags him towards a corner, laying him prostate on the floor and then climbing up onto the second rope. The Scorpion jumps off, stomping onto Bull’s chest, aiming for the red mark left by the turnbuckle and connecting, causing Bull to call out in pain as he writhes on the mat.

The Scorpion then drops an elbow on the chest of Jack Bull, rolling him onto his stomach, before a jumping double knee drop to the back. The Scorpion then grabs Bull’s head with one arm and his legs with the other, rolling backwards, holding Bull into the air and wrenching him in a bow and arrow hold.

Gibson: Bull really needs to do something here! The Scorpion withstood Bull’s onslaught and then came back to take control!

Xplode: Give him time, Rocko! Bull isn’t a quitter, he just needs to get his head together and beat the crap out of this freak!

The Scorpion has a wicked smile on his face, enjoying each moment of pain that he is inflicting on Jack Bull, who is trapped in this bow and arrow hold, struggling to escape. The Scorpion then leans back, pushing his knees up to further stretch Bull, working over the back and body sections with this hold. The referee consults Bull, but he refuses to tap, and when the referee asks him a second time, Bull shakes his head, telling the referee to go to Hell. The crowd catch wind of this and begin cheering on their brawling hero.

Let’s Go Bull! Let’s Go Bull! Let’s Go Bull!

Bull, hearing the crowd, seems to be filled with a new energy and determination, he begins to rock a little, then a little more, and eventually, Jack manages to roll himself and the Scorpion just enough that his momentum loosens the Scorpion’s grip, giving Jack the chance to break out of the hold. Unfortunately, Jack is lying on the mat, weak from the exertion required to break the hold, whilst the Scorpion just gets back up. He stares down at Bull’s limp body, plotting a million painful tortures, before finding one he likes and setting about extracting it.

Bull is slowly getting up as the Scorpion approaches, grabbing Bull, but Jack fights back with a few quick right hands to the stomach as the crowd wills him on. Bull forces himself up to a standing position, still laying into the Scorpion with punches, but just as Bull is building up a head of steam, the Scorpion cuts it short with a vicious strike to the throat that leaves Bull gasping for air as the referee shouts at the Scorpion, telling him that he’s on his final warning and if he keeps it up, he’ll be disqualified. The Scorpion glares at the referee and approaches him as he backs up into the corner, suddenly concerned for his own safety.

Seeing his chance, Jack Bull gets up and charges across the ring, hitting the Scorpion from behind with a lariat, forcing him into the referee, who is slammed against the exposed steel of the turnbuckle and drops like a bag of hammers.

Gibson: And the referee is down! Referee Arn Bradley looks like he’s out of it after being shoved into that unforgiving turnbuckle!

Xplode: The EUW really needs to get sturdier referees, these guys are too weak!

Gibson: Oh, are you offering your services as a referee again, Xplode?

Xplode: What, and leave you to ruin the match with sub-par commentary? Not a chance!

Bull and the Scorpion get up, and Bull throws a punch, but the Scorpion blocks it with his forearm, instead opting to rake Bull’s eyes with his free hand. Bull shouts in pain, holding his face as the Scorpion grabs him for a snap suplex. Scorpion then pulls Bull up and whips him to the ropes, looking for a Yakuza kick, but Bull ducks under it, rebounding off of the far set of ropes and hitting a lariat on the Scorpion, sending both men over the top rope and to the outside.

Bull and the Scorpion get up at the same time and begin brawling on the outside of the ring, both men jockeying for control. Bull catches the Scorpion in the jaw with a strong right hand before grabbing him by the arm and whipping him straight into the steel steps at ring side. The Scorpion collides head on with the steps, dislodging them as he crashes to the floor, busted wide open. Bull pulls the Scorpion up and hits a few right hands, whipping him away from the ring, towards the far wall. The Scorpion stops running, but Bull clatters into him from behind with a lariat, taking him down.

Bull pulls the Scorpion up and marches him towards the announcers’ table as Xplode and Gibson get up, stepping away cautiously, Xplode patting Jack on the back as he does.

Xplode: Good going, Jack, don’t fuck it up now!

Bull nods and slams the Scorpion’s head onto the top of the table, causing him to bleed more as Jack lets him drop to the floor. Bull then pulls off the cover and the two TV monitors as Xplode stands by, watching proudly. Jack then grabs the Scorpion and rolls him onto the table, before climbing up to join him too.

Bull pulls the Scorpion up, grabbing his shoulder, ready for a Bullseye (Rock Bottom) through the table, but his hold is broken by a sharp elbow from the Scorpion, followed by a second and then a third, the Scorpion then pushing Bull back and hitting a martial arts kick to the chin, causing Bull to fall backwards off of the table onto the floor outside as Xplode looks on, somewhat exasperated. The Scorpion gets down and grabs Bull, whipping him into the ring post and then into the guard rail, Bull ramming back-first into it, yelling out as he hits the barricade.

The Scorpion rushes at Bull with a strike, but Bull ducks down, hitting a back body drop and throwing the Scorpion over the barricade. The Scorpion lands hard on the concrete as the fans back away from him, leaving space for the pair to wrestle. Bull climbs over the barrier and into the crowd too, spotting a kid in a Jack Bull shirt and giving him a high five, before pulling the Scorpion up and hitting a few hard shots, looking for a big haymaker, but the Scorpion dodges it and then grabs Bull, the two tying up as the move away from the ring, through the crowd.

Gibson: Well, I thought our table was done for then! Glad to see it’s still intact!

Xplode: I’m a little disappointed to be honest… But it is good to see that the referee is still down!

Gibson: Yeah, luckily! If he was conscious, both competitors would have been disqualified for a ring out!

The referee is still lifeless in the ring, showing no signs of getting up as Bull and the Scorpion push and shove each other through the crowd. They reach an opening at the bottom of a set of stairs, where there are no seats and a space. Bull hits a few punches and forces the Scorpion into position for a DDT, but the Scorpion pulls both of Bull’s legs out from under him, dropping Bull onto his back. The Scorpion then stomps on Bull’s chest a few times, before grabbing a steel chair from the crowd, holding it and stalking Bull, waiting for him to get up. Bull gets up and is immediately sent back down with a brutal chair shot that draws blood as the Scorpion smiles sadistically, his own face still a crimson mass of blood.

The Scorpion hits Jack with the chair again, before pulling him up and dragging him towards the stairs, suplexing him onto them, as Bull almost screams in pain. The Scorpion grins, enjoying this, he pulls Bull up and whips him towards a scaffold, but Bull reverses it and sends the Scorpion face-first into an erect pole. The Scorpion drops to the floor as Bull falls to one knee, clutching his body, clearly exhausted, as the fans cheer him on.

He gets up and pulls the Scorpion up, slamming his face into the scaffold once more and then turning him around to hit a DDT onto the concrete. Bull stands up, still tired as the fans cheer him on. One fan, nearer than most slaps Bull on the back and tells him to go and lay an ass whooping on the Scorpion, which prompts a smile from Bull, who takes the fan’s drink, downs it and then returns the empty cup, going back after the Scorpion.

Gibson: There you have it, folks! Jack Bull: Man of the people!

Xplode: I can’t recall any of the fans ever giving me a beer...

Bull grabs the Scorpion and pulls him up, hitting a few right hands and then a scoop slam, following up with an elbow drop. The referee is finally starting to rise in the ring and as he gets up, he looks around in confusion, wondering what happened to the match. Bull stomps on the Scorpion’s legs and delivers a kneebreaker onto the concrete floor, causing the Scorpion to yell out in pain. The referee hears this and sees the pair brawling in the crowd, so he begins the count.

One!

Bull hits a second kneebreaker to the same leg and then a few more stomps, following up with a jumping elbow drop to the back.

Two!

Hearing the count, Bull turns to the ring to see that the referee is back up. He shakes his head, annoyed and pulls the Scorpion up by his hair, shouting abuse at him and dragging him back to the ring.

Three!

As they move through the crowd again, the Scorpion fights back, but Bull cuts it short with a violent elbow to the jaw, dropping the Scorpion to the mat.

Four!

Bull pulls the Scorpion up again and whips him into the crowd barrier, the Scorpion hits hard, folding over the barrier.

Five!

Bull approaches the Scorpion and tries to force him over the barrier, but the Scorpion has other ideas and hits a few chops to push Bull away.

Six!

He then grabs Bull underneath each arm, hoisting him high into the air with a belly-to-belly suplex that throws Jack clear over the crowd barrier and onto the mats at ringside.

Seven!

The Scorpion then climbs up onto the barrier and jumps off, once again stomping down hard onto Bull’s chest.

Eight!

The Scorpion then pulls Bull up and slams him headfirst into the ring post, before rolling him into the ring.

Nine!

At the count of nine, the Scorpion rolls into the ring himself.

Gibson: Why would he do that? If the Scorpion had kept the match outside the ring, then he would have retained the title. By continuing the match, he’s given Bull a chance to win!

Xplode: I think it’s clear that the Scorpion doesn’t care about the title. He wants to beat Jack Bull, and he wants to do it properly, in the ring, with a referee to call it!

The Scorpion pulls Jack up and hits a series of knife edge chops, following up with a Fisherman suplex, bridging for the cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

From somewhere deep inside, Bull finds the energy to kick out of the bridging pin, much to the annoyance of the Scorpion. The Scorpion shouts at the referee, but is simply told that it was just a two count. Enraged, the Scorpion swings out and kicks the referee square in the jaw, flooring him before turning back to Jack Bull.

Gibson: What the hell? That’s a disqualification, surely?

Xplode: You idiot! Who’s going to disqualify the Scorpion if the referee is unconscious?

The Scorpion kicks Bull in the ribs and then pulls Jack up and whips him to the corner, following in with a running elbow strike. He then hoists Bull up, sitting him on the top rope, as Jack sways, dazed and groggy.

Scorpion: You should have stayed down!

Scorpion then climbs up onto the second rope with Bull, putting him in position for The Revelation (Top Rope Diamond Cutter) as the crowd boo and jeer. Scorpion then steps up to the top rope and steadies himself, but before he can hit the Revelation, Jack Bull counters with a flurry of rights and then grabs the Scorpion, diving from the top rope with him in tow for a super Bullseye (Rock Bottom).

The crowd erupts as Bull moves to cover the Scorpion.

One!

Two!

Three!

Unfortunately, the counting of both Bull and the crowd don’t count, because the referee is down. Bull sits up, frustrated and heads across to the referee, slapping him a few times and then pulling him up, telling him to pay more attention, as Jack returns to the Scorpion and covers him a second time.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

The Scorpion kicks out at before the final count, as much to Jack’s shock as anyone else’s, he turns to the groggy referee and shouts at him, but the referee tells him that it wasn’t a three and so the match is still going.

Frustrated, Bull pulls the Scorpion up and whips him to the ropes, but as Bull moves into position for a spinebuster, the Scorpion puts the brakes on and hits a kick to the gut, following up with a gutwrench suplex, collapsing to the mat alongside Jack, physically exhausted too.

Gibson: What a match it’s been so far! You can see the toll it has taken on both men!

Xplode: Match? This has been a war, Gibson, and it’s not over yet!

Both men struggle to their feet, and tie up once more, Bull looking for an Irish whip, but the Scorpion calls it and counters with a whip of his own, which Bull then counters, pulling the Scorpion in close and grabbing his shoulder for a Bullseye (Rock Bottom)! The Scorpion struggles against it though, and grabs Jack’s arm, hitting a knee to the gut, and then grabbing Jack instead, hitting a Bullseye (Rock Bottom) on Jack Bull!

Gibson: Holy shit! Did you see that, X? The Scorpion hit Jack with his own finisher! I can’t believe it ends like this!

Xplode: It can’t end like this. Bull! If you can hear me, get the fuck up!

The Scorpion slowly gets up, but drops back down to his knees, wearily, he drags himself on top of Jack Bull for the pin cover.

One…

Two…

Two-and-a-half…

Thr-No! Kickout!

The arena explodes as Jack Bull kicks out at the very last possible second!

Xplode: Aw yeah! Get him Jack, fuck that sick freak up!

Jack Bull is still lying on the mat, as the Scorpion covers him again, hooking the leg this time.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Jack kicks out even sooner this time, the fans rallying behind their hero.

Let’s Go Jack! Let’s Go Jack! Let’s Go Jack!

Exasperated, the Scorpion sits up, shaking his head as Jack rolls over and gets to his feet, struggling, the physical toll of this match clear. He gets to his feet though, as the Scorpion does the same, both men staring each other down as the arena is in a state of frenzy.

Jack throws a punch and catches the Scorpion in the jaw, he’s too tired now to dodge effectively, but Jack’s fists are lacking the power they had earlier on, too. Jack then throws a second, causing the Scorpion to drop to his knees, as Jack approaches him, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up. Jack hits a few more punches as the referee tells him that closed fists aren’t legal and Jack nods, electing to go for a lariat instead. He pulls the Scorpion up again for a whip to the ropes, catching him with a big spinebuster, and following up with the Raging Bull (Sharpshooter)!

Gibson: Jack’s got it locked in! Will Scorpion fight out of this?

Scorpion writhes on the mat, struggling, and screaming out in pain. As Jack is shouting at him to submit, the Scorpion goes quiet, until we see that his eyes are closed, his mouth is whispering and his hands are clasped together in prayer.

Xplode: Is… Is he praying?

The Scorpion’s face turns a dark red as the veins on his forehead bulge, his arms shaking now, every muscle in his body seemingly bulging. He unclasps his hands and slams them down onto the mat, forcing his body up and twisting, managing to throw Bull off of him with sheer power as Bull rolls away, back to a vertical base. The Scorpion stands up, his head bowed, long dark strands of hair obscuring his face as Bull charges him down with a lariat, but the Scorpion ducks under it and grabs Bull from behind, lifting him onto his shoulders and nailing The Eliminator (Psycho Driver). The Scorpion then stands over Bull, his entire body still shaking, his head still bowed as he pulls Jack up, letting go, Bull barely able to stand under his own strength, the Scorpion then grabs him and hits a second Eliminator (Psycho Driver), before covering.

One…

Two…

Xplode: Come on Jack!

Gibson: No! It can’t end like this!

…THREE!

The arena fills with a chorus of boos so loud that the very building itself seems to be shaking as the Scorpion rolls back off of Bull, breathing out heavily, slumping to lie on the mat, unable to stand any more. His body finally stopping shaking as the referee checks on him, and then on Bull as the belt is passed back across.

Skye: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and still EUW World Champion… THE SCORPION!

The Scorpion gets up, staggering to the ropes for support as the referee hands him the title. The Scorpion looks into the gold of the belt, the slightest hint of a smile spreading across his face as Bull remains lifeless on the mat. The fans boo loudly as Scorpion flips the title over his shoulder and rolls out of the ring!

Gibson: I can't believe it.. Scorpion won.

Xplode: Neither can I.

Scorpion walks up the rampway, only to be stopped by Jack Bull's voice once more!! Turning around, he sees Bull who is still on the mat, microphone in hand!!

Bull: Hey jackass! This isn't over yet. Enjoy that win.. because it's only a matter of time until it's my hand getting raised. THAT'S A FACT!

The fans cheer as Scorpion shakes his head and walks away.

Gibson: This is far from over! We will be back.. after these messages!

[primetime]

Ambulance workers are shown wheeling Dante Holly into the back of a red and white van. Kirk Kennedy is the first to arrive as he approaches the medical crews and speaks to them, nodding every so often. As the two back doors are swung open, the fans cheer now as we see Oblivion! He rushes through the crowd, shoving Kirk Kennedy himself aside and reaching Dante Holly. Both men stare at one another a moment, Holly’s eyes swollen over. Oblivion then takes Holly’s hand and the both share a moment as Holly begins to speak..

Holly: We… we did it, Biggest of Dogs…

Oblivion: I am sorry, friend. This shouldn’t be happening.

Holly: Sacrifices… must be made.. For the nubile. Is Annette… is..-

Oblivion: She was where Luck said she would be. You saved the day, Dante..

Holly: Good. Very goo……

Dante Holly passes out as medical crews pull his and Oblivion’s hands apart. Holly is then rolled into the van and the doors are shut closed immediately after. Oblivion looks over at his shoulder and yells to a group of leather clad bikers that stand close by.

Oblivion: RIDE WITH THEM! MAKE SURE NOTHING HAPPENS, YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!!

They nod in fear and head towards their bikes, as the sirens wail and the vans pull away. Kirk Kennedy approaches Oblivion, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Suddenly, Oblivion lashes out, slapping Kennedy’s hand away and getting right in his face!!

Oblivion: All of this, ALL OF IT!! This is because you were too much of a chicken shit to get the damn job done the fucking first time!

Kirk: Toby, it wasn’t like-

Oblivion: SHUT UP!

The fans cheer as Oblivion’s eyes begin to glow… red? Everything goes pitch quiet, including Kirk Kennedy, as Oblivion speaks once more. His voice is hoarse… and aggressive..

Oblivion: You better get the damn job done tonight because if you don’t, I will. Do you understand me?

Kirk: What are you going to do?

Oblivion: I am going to do what I was born to do… raise hell.

Oblivion shoves Kirk Kennedy out of the way, nearly sending him to the floor! Kirk Kennedy watches as the large man leaves the area. A lone medical worker approaches Kirk and looks upon him.

Medical Worker: You alright, Mister Kennedy?

Kirk: Yeah. He is right. This is all my fault. Mark Rivera needs to be put away… NOW!

The fans cheer as Kirk Kennedy heads towards the ring..

Main Event
Kennedy vs. Rivera

Gibson: We are now at the main event of the evening. This match really is huge. The fate of the company that we refer to as Extreme United Wrestling hangs in the balance as Kirk Kennedy squares off against possibly the most vile man in professional wrestling history.. Mark Rivera. It was just over a year ago that Kirk Kennedy took over the reigns of the company. At that time, the EUW was considered a dead fed. Kennedy managed to pull the place out of the ashes and return things to their former glory… or perhaps even higher than that.

Xplode: I hate to say this but you’re wrong. People tune in for drama and other types of bullshit. Sadness sells. The return of Mark Rivera, like it or not, caused the ratings to skyrocket. That little fuck is good at one thing and that is getting noticed.

Gibson: I can see that. Rivera was not always the number one enemy of the fed though at the start of things. It was Chad Kennedy, Kirk Kennedy’s own son, that made the initial push as he created The Empire! Their emergence as the top brand in the world was instant, as the EUW found itself waging a war from within! It was at the fed wide battle royal where the Empire finally made it’s move. Their squad vanquished the EUW and the dominant brand became theirs. On that night, EUW fans across the globe wept.

Xplode: Never count out a wounded animal. They only become more lethal. Kennedy proved that shortly after.

Gibson: He did. Kennedy would find out who attacked his son, Chad Kennedy. By that time, it was revealed that Mark Rivera was the man behind the scenes pulling the strings. The EUW was no longer under a civil war but a hostile takeover! Things became very personal from then on as both owners tossed aside the games and went right at each other. It was only a matter of time until this battle was declared. A locker room full of stars will be watching this event eagerly, many feeling used by Rivera and his evil schemes. No one was safe from his reign of terror, from Danny Tenfold to Roy Viper.. He left no stone unturned. Can this be the night that it all comes to an end? Or will we finally be witnessing the ascension of Mark Rivera, a man once categorized as Evil incarnate. I am watching eagerly. The world is watching with intensity. Let’s put an end to this story once and for all and finally become the company that the EUW was destined to be!

Xplode: I am with you there, Rock. I, for one, can’t stand this shit any longer. I mean, I have done some pretty seedy shit during my career but this man even blows my mind. I hope Kirk Kennedy beats the shit out of him so badly that Rivera never walks again. This game needs to end..

The feed switches to the ring now as we see Skye dressed in a shiny gown. The fans cheer loudly as she smile and adjusts her red hair. Raising the microphone, she begins to speak..

Skye: And now… the main event. I want to say one thing before I begin. This match means as much to us EUW employees as it does to you people around the world. Thank you for standing by the EUW brand. Tonight, a war comes to an end. On that note, coming to the ring first. He is the owner of the EMPIRE BRAND!

The fans begin to boo loudly!! Trash is hurled unto the stage area! Smoke billows from fog machines placed around the stage area.

Skye: Please welcome… for the last time… Mark “The Genius” Rivera!

The fans boo as “Open Arms” by Journey begins to play. Stepping out through the fog is Mark Rivera! He is dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white tank top. The fans shout obscenities in his direction as he replies with a simple smile in return. Walking down the ramp way and towards the ring, fans lunge out to grab him only to have security guards hold them back. Stepping up the metal steps, Rivera enters the ring and spins in circles with arms held out. Fireworks explode above him from the arena rooftops as he comes to a stop and starts to unleash martial art styled kicks and chops!

Gibson: Rivera is in hostile territory out there! Judging from those moves, Rivera seems to have a bit of fighting experience under his belt! I hope Kennedy knows what he is getting into!

Throwing a few more punches, Rivera finally stops and bows to each corner of the arena. The fans respond disrespectfully, screaming at him once more. Skye steps to the center of the ring now, microphone raised once more..

Skye: And now, representing the EUW!

The fans scream loudly and stand up to their feet! The arena lights aim towards the entrance as a large EUW logo appears on the titantron!

Skye: Please welcome, KIRK KENNEDY!!!

The feed switches to backstage now. Walking through the locker room doorway, Kirk Kennedy hops in place. He is wearing a black and white tracksuit with EUW logos emblazoned all over it! He bends down and hugs his waiting son who sits in a wheelchair and then shakes the hands of various employees that wait in the hallway. Brett Cross is seen at the end of the line, as he nods in Kennedy’s direction and shakes his hand. Kennedy makes his way towards the entrance only to find himself face to face with Oblivion! Both men stare at one another until Oblivion stands aside and pounds his chest in a gesture of respect!

Walking up the wooden steps, Kirk Kennedy steps out into view! The fans scream as he runs down the ramp way and slides into the ring! Bouncing about in place, Kennedy glares at Mark Rivera who only responds with that trademark grin of his! Skye begins to speak again as both men remain in place..

Skye: This match will be a streetfight affair! May the best brand win..

Skye exit’s the ring and looks over her shoulder at Kirk Kennedy. Kennedy smiles in return.

Gibson: This is it. You can cut the tension here with a knife! EUW vs. Empire! Kennedy vs. Rivera! LET’S DO THIS!!

The bell is rung. Rivera glares at Kennedy and Kennedy responds with the middle finger! They approach one another. Rivera, trying to be proper, offers a handshake in good will. Kennedy looks at the hand and then to the fans who scream for blood! Finally, Kennedy punches Rivera as the match begins!!

Exploding in a flurry of fists, Kennedy backs Rivera up into a corner. He then drives his elbow into the jaw of Rivera only to back up and do it again! Rivera literally is launched into the air and then dropped on his ass from the impact! As the fans cheer loudly, Kennedy backs up and paces the ring. As Rivera shakes off the cobwebs and uses the ropes to rise once again, Kennedy charges him and drives his knee into the jaw of Rivera once again! Rivera falls backward into the turnbuckle and then is sent face first to the mat below! Kennedy then climbs up to the second pad of the ring and drops off, landing down on Rivera’s spine!!

Gibson: The Boss is on fire!!

Kennedy rolls Rivera over and hooks the leg quickly for the pin!!

1...

Rivera kicks out but Kennedy holds on. This time he hooks the head and the legs and attempts a pin once again!!

1...
Kick out!

Kirk rolls away frustrated! Grabbing Rivera by the head, Kennedy brings him back to his feet and then hooks an arm, flipping backwards for a snap suplex! Rivera crashes into the mat hard! Rivera then rolls over, stands up, and drops an elbow on to the chest of Rivera! He then covers for the pin yet again!

1..
Kick out!

Gibson: Kennedy is trying to end this quickly and I do not blame him one bit. Rivera has to have something planned for this match. The truth is that it seems that Kennedy seems to be outclassing Rivera here, unleashing a slew of wrestling maneuvers in unexpected fashion. The boss has come to play tonight!

Grabbing Rivera by the head, Kennedy prepares to use a DDT when suddenly Rivera drives him backwards, sending him into the unforgiving turnbuckle! Kennedy holds on to Rivera until Rivera repeats the strike once again! Rivera then backs up. Kennedy lunges forward but is kicked in the jaw with an amazing roundhouse kick from Mark Rivera!!

Xplode: Holy shit! What the hell was that?!

Rivera begins to bounce in place, kicking random spots on Kennedy’s torso with precision. Rivera then hops back, only to baseball slide into Kennedy’s head! This sends Kennedy out of the ring and to the ringside floor! Rivera raises his hands in victory as the fans boo like crazy! Dropping to the mat and then rolling out to ringside, Rivera grabs Kennedy by the arm and Irish Whips him into the metal steps!! Rivera smiles as he grabs the EUW once more, bulldogging him into the cement floor!

As fans pelt Rivera with trash, Rivera lifts the ring apron. He searches for a moment, only to pull out a trash can filled with various objects! Tossing the can into the ring, the can releases the contents! Rivera then reaches into the ring and obtains what looks to be a metal chain! Kirk Kennedy sees this somehow and ducks just as Rivera takes a swing at his face! Kirk spears Rivera into the side of the ring, only to have Rivera wrap the chain around his neck and pull back hard!! Kirk Kennedy’s face becomes a dark shade of red as he fights off the tension!

Gibson: Both of these men are literally out to kill one another! Rivera seems to have a metal chain wrapped around Kennedy’s neck here! He wants to choke out the owner of the EUW and end this once and for all! Come on Kirk! Don’t give up!

Still pinned against the ring, Rivera grips the chain tightly as he clamps down on Kennedy’s neck! Kennedy manages to spin around despite the chain upon him. Reaching down frantically, Kennedy searches for a miracle and finds one in the shape of a trash can lid! With both hands, he brings the lid up and over his head, smashing it against the face of Mark Rivera!! Rivera holds on to the chain though, not wanting to let go for nothing! Kennedy begins to get weak now as his legs begin to shake. He brings the lid up again and again, blasting into the face of Mark Rivera! Finally, Rivera lets go tumbling to the side of the flooring! Kennedy follows suit, dropping to both knees and then to a lying position as he slowly removes the chain from around his neck!

Gibson: That was close.

Xplode: Yes it was. I have a bad feeling about this..

Both men stay on the ringside floor for a brief time. Finally, it is Kirk Kennedy who rises first. He stumbles to his feet, a great deal of bruising upon his neck tissue. Breathing hard, he grabs a hold of Rivera who is still down. He slowly brings Rivera to his feet, only to be punches in the face with a fist enclosed with another metal chain! Kennedy goes out like a light as he tumbles backward! A gash is seen on his forehead, blood flowing freely down the side of his face! Rivera slowly rises, his face smiling evilly, the right side of his mouth bloodied and bruised!

Grabbing Kennedy, Rivera rolls Kennedy into the ring and follows suit. Rivera begins to get up but stumbles forward, still feeling the effects of the trash can lid. Rivera then rises and grabs a metal chair! He slides it under the arm of Kirk Kennedy. Searching through the debris once more, Rivera pulls out a red sledgehammer!

Gibson: NO!! SOMEONE STOP THIS!

Xplode: That’s a page out of my book…

Walking over to Kennedy’s side, Rivera raises the hammer high into the air for all the fans to see! They boo him loudly as he taunts them. Slowly, he looks down at the fallen body of Kirk Kennedy and begins to bring the hammer down! Somehow, Kennedy manages to lift his fist and drive it into the crotch of Rivera, breaking up the strike! Rivera drops the hammer harmlessly to his side and doubles over, holding himself in agony. Kennedy turns over and donkey kicks Rivera in the shoulder blade, driving him backwards!

Rising to his feet, Kirk wipes away the blood from his face. He grabs Rivera and Irish Whips the Empire owner into the turnbuckle HARD, causing Rivera to bounce out of the corner and stumble backwards… right into a school boy pin!!

1...
2.…
Rivera kicks out!

The fans cheer loudly now as Kirk Kennedy sits up. He is exhausted as he breathes hard. The bleeding has become quite intense as it fills his eye cavity, making it harder to see. Slamming his hand down upon the mat, Kennedy rises to his feet. He grabs a hold of Rivera and brings him into the power bomb position!

Gibson: KENNEDY IS GOING TO DO IT!

Xplode: Powerbomb? Really? Well, Rivera probably weighs all of 13 pounds.. Soaking wet.

Lifting Rivera into a seated position, Kennedy looks up. Rivera somehow manages to grab the sledgehammer on the way up, bringing it down on Kennedy between the eyes! Kennedy releases Rivera and the both of them tumble to the mat! As the fans scream in negativity, Rivera is shown slowly crawling across the ring. He plops down upon the chest of Kirk Kennedy for the pin…

1..
2.…
TH- ARM IS RAISED!

Rivera looks up, irate, as he sees the arm of Kirk Kennedy raised into the air! The fans are really involved now as they begin to chant-

“KENNEDY! KENNEDY! KENNEDY!”

Gibson: Kirk Kennedy won’t give up! The world is on his shoulder and he knows this, willingly making the sacrifice as needed to destroy Rivera once and for all! Can he do it!?! Can he hold on just a little longer and put an end to the tyranny that has gone on for far too long!

Xplode: No one can handle that amount of pain forever. He needs to recover NOW.

Sitting up, Rivera stands up on his two feet. He stumbles across the ring and plops down in the opposite corner! He is exhausted now with nothing left in the tank. Kennedy can not take advantage of this though as he is not moving at all either! The fans cheer as we finally see Kirk roll over on to his side! Blood pours from the gash on his head as he fights to rise once again! His arms shake and his chest muscles pulse. Like a hero, he manages to rise to his feet to the delight of the fans! Rivera fights to his feet as well, grabbing the ropes and slingshot ting himself in Kennedy’s direction! In one valiant effort, Kennedy uses Rivera’s momentum against himself as he scoops up Rivera and spins around with a hellacious power slam! The fans cheer loudly as Kennedy plants a hand down upon Rivera’s chest… and rises to his feet!

Taking a deep breath and spitting blood out of his mouth, Kennedy grabs the legs of Rivera and begins to drag him across the ring. He then props Rivera up in the corner, draping Rivera’s arms over the ropes respectively. The fans scream for revenge as Kennedy walks across the ring now with a slight limp, grabbing a metal trash can. He returns to Rivera and places the trash can upon his face and chest!

Gibson: Is Kennedy going to do what I think he is?!

Xplode: I fucking hope so! KICK HIS ASS! PUT HIS ASS OUT!

The fans scream as Kirk Stumbles across the ring and stops in the corner of the ring. He begins to climb the turnbuckle, slipping once. He finally reaches the top and tries to steady himself! The fans rise to their feet and scream!

Gibson: DO IT! DO IT! COAST TO COAST!!

Rivera is helpless as Kennedy shoots into the air! He raises his feet and drives them into the trash can! The can smashes up against Mark Rivera’s face in a sickening thud as the fans scream holy terror! Kennedy rolls over unto his back as the fans begin to chant..

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Gibson: I can’t believe what I just seen here. Kirk Kennedy took to the air, using the coast to coast to put Rivera away! Now he needs to pin that man before it is too late! Come on Kirk, win this for all of us! For all the past year, the pain and agony, the deception.. Your son!!

Kirk Kennedy begins to rise up once more but falls face first after. Blood is covering his entire face now, forming a pool of blood on the side of his head. Across the ring, Rivera is out cold, draped over the turnbuckle. His right eye is busted wide open, bleeding down his cheek. As the fans scream in delight, Roy Viper is shown walking through the stage area! He stomps down the ramp way, a dark hood draped over his head!

Gibson: ROY VIPER! VIPER IS HERE! Place the boss on Rivera and let’s end this mess!

Viper rolls into the ring and stares at both of the men. There is blood and debris everywhere! Walking over to Kennedy, Roy helps the EUW owner to his feet. He slaps Kennedy on the face softly a few times to wake him up. Kennedy shakes off the cobwebs and smiles at Viper realizing the opportunity! Viper points at Rivera and then walks over to the evil owner, grabbing him by the arms and standing him up. He orders Kennedy to hold Rivera so he can grab a nearby metal chair!

Kennedy, completely spent, agrees and holds Rivera in a full nelson hold. Roy then grabs the chair from off the mat and wipes the blood droplets off of it. The fans cheer as he positions the chair under Rivera’s chin! Pulling the chair back, Roy brings it down hard…

Right unto the head of Kirk Kennedy!!!

Gibson: WHAT??!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!

Xplode: How in the fuck did I not see this coming?!

Kennedy stumbles back and bounces off the ring ropes, right into another chair shot from Roy Viper!! Kennedy drops down to his knees, his head bobbing backwards as blood drips down his chin! Mark Rivera begins to wake up a bit as he sees the carnage. A huge smile forms on the face of Mark Rivera as he glances at Roy Viper. Viper then offers the chair to Mark Rivera who accepts it gladly. Walking over to face Kennedy, Mark stops right in front of him as the fans pelt the ring with trash!

Gibson: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Rivera picks the chair up and brings it down upon the head of Kirk Kennedy! Kennedy flops backwards unto the mat after. Rivera then goes into a battle fury as he repeatedly brings the chair down again and again upon the shoulders and chest of the EUW owner! Finally, he tosses the chair aside and covers for the pin. The ref is hesitant to count but Roy Viper grabs him by the shirt and flings him to the ring mat!

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THREE!

Gibson: I can’t believe this…

Xplode: Unemployment line.. Here YOU come.

Rivera sits up at the fans boo loudly! Roy Viper helps him to his feet and the two share a handshake! The arena is in complete disarray as Rivera’s theme song hit’s the speakers!

Skye: Your winner… MARK RIVERA!!

Gibson: I can’t believe this! The EUW has lost! The end of the EUW has come and now there is nothing we can do to stop this! Mark Rivera has found a way once again to control the company except this time, there is no stopping him! WHY?! WHY?! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?!!

Mark Rivera raises his hands as confetti rains down upon him. To his side, Roy Viper watches on, leaning casually in the corner of the ring. Rivera then accepts a microphone as the fans slowly begin to grow quiet. The world pauses as we wait for the first words… from the new owner of the company. Panting, Rivera wipes the blood out of his eye and slurs his speech thanks to the swollen lip.

Rivera: The.. EUW… is dead. I promised you the end of our current state, didn’t I? The EMPIRE will die along side… the EUW.. As well. It was always a front for something larger… something grander. Today is the rebirth of a name that rings synonymously with excellence. The era… of the ASYLUM… has begun once again….

The fans boo loudly as Rivera pauses a second to catch his breath. Glancing down at the fallen form of Kirk Kennedy, he smiles. On the stage, the entire EUW Roster walks out into view, staring out at the ring. Each one of their faces is solemn. Glancing at them, Rivera turns and hobbles in their direction, falling against the ropes. He grits his lips, displaying bloodied teeth. With a growl.. He speaks one last time..

Rivera: …. MY Asylum.

[primetime]

-I wanted to take this time to thank everyone who was involved with this EUW-EMPIRE storyline. It truly has been a pleasure to learn and grow as an owner. The EUW has been a part of me since day 1 of my efedding hobby, and nothing makes me happier to be a part of it’s continued growth. This storyline has brought the company back to greatness once more, and everyone deserves a pat on the back for it. I want to thank my staff, for without them none of it would have been possible. Thank you to the superstars of the fed who supported me. Lastly, thank you to the UWL, SWA, and KoP for their well wishes. We finally made it guys. Now, it’s on to a new era for the company complete with new beginnings!

Jaden!