6/26 SNV

[primetime]

The feed fades in as we see a packed house of fans, all screaming and waving to the camera. Cameras flash, lighting up the area as the camera feed slowly switches to the ring. A large banner is shown hanging over the ring ropes that reads: EUW. Behind the banner, Skye stands with a smile upon her face. Raising the microphone to her lips, she begins to speak as the crowd slowly settles down..

Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen.. Please welcome.. The CEO of the EUW… MARK RIVERA!!!

The crowd explodes into a hail of boos and jeers as fountains of water spout out from the stage area! Stepping through the entrance curtain, Mark Rivera smiles as he stops and folds his arms confidently! Looking over the arena, Rivera then begins to walk down the ramp way as it lights up under his feet! Trash is no being hurled in his direction as Security guards quickly apprehend any fans who get out of hand. Walking up the metal steps, Rivera enters the ring, raising his hands as if he is the most liked man on earth.

Sitting at the announcer’s booth is Rock Gibson and Xplode. Neither man says a word, choosing to watch the festivities in the ring. Accepting a microphone from Skye, Rivera nods in her direction and then turns to the fans as the jeers continue to come in. Taking a low exaggerated bow, Rivera smiles as he begins to speak.

Rivera: Thank you! Thanks for the very warm reception from all of you fine folks! It’s so nice to be here, in front of you all, proclaiming my ultimate victory!! Come on everybody, let’s celebrate and feast like Kings!!

The crowd boos loudly as the arena literally shakes in response from the fan’s wrath!

Rivera: Now, one thing I have always prided myself on is that I am a man of my word. I swore to you all that the EMPIRE would be no more after Retribution. I also stated that the EUW would die along with it. I meant just that. If you all would look around you, you will notice that the banners and icons have all been.. Upgraded. The ASYLUM has been reborn once again. This time, there will be no more failures. I will make sure that everything goes according to my plan. Starting… today. Changes are to be made immediately. Changes that must be made to bring back the integrity of our product! First of all, I would like to address my employees in the back. I realize that we all had to choose a side during the recent war and I hold none of you responsible for it. Which is why I am going to offer everybody a clean slate.. Immediately. I hold no grudges at all. See? I am not such a bad guy after all! Wouldn’t you agree, Xplode? Wait.. Your microphone has been shut off.

Xplode is shown staring at Mark Rivera, his face looking very upset. Rock Gibson taps the microphone in front of him and shakes his head confusingly.

Rivera: Next, I would like to handle a pressing issue. Over the last year, I have watched a travesty in this ring. Wrestling is a sport. There is no room for dancing ladies and smooth legs. I want the attention of the fans on the action in the ring, not eye candy. Skye, tonight is your last night in this company. Out of respect for your contributions, I will allow you this final show to say goodbye. You may collect your final check on the way out the door.

The fans begin to boo loudly now!

Rivera: Next, I would like to announce a match that is a long time coming! I have always been about innovation. So, at Scars and Stripes, the Asylum will host it first Royal Rumble! Everyone but the World Champion will be eligible to compete with the winner receiving a title shot of his choosing.. At Prestige. Speaking of Titles, I would like Brett Cross to come on out. He is the new Pure Champion. Give this man a hand!!

The fans cheer as Brett Cross’s intro begins to play! He bursts through the entrance way and stomps down the ramp, walking up the steps and stepping over the top rope after. Cross eye balls Rivera, not saying a word, as the Pure Title sits around his waist.

Rivera: The MIGHTY CROSS! The MIGHTY PURE CHAMPION! No more..

The fans boo loudly in shock! Cross begins to shout at Rivera.

Rivera: Yes, I am stripping you of the Pure Title. The Pure Title has always been a staple of the EUW. The EUW is no more. Thus, the Pure Title.. is no more. Have no fear though as I fully intend on replacing the belt with an even greater reward!

A man in a sharp suit walks down the ramp way as the fans boo loudly. Stepping up the steps, he enters the ring and hands a briefcase to Rivera.

Rivera: Inside this suitcase is the newly christened… Asylum LionHeart Championship! Brett, it is all yours! Come and receive your just reward!

The fans boo loudly as Cross removes the Pure Title from around his waist.

Rivera: Brett, you are an amazing warrior! Kirk Kennedy never appreciated you… but I do. I am honored to have you as the first Lionheart Champion!

Cross looks at his strap one more time and then drops it to the mat below! He then accepts the new title belt and wraps it around his waist! The fans begin to boo instantly!

Rivera: See? I am not so bad. That brings me to my next champion. Scorpion, head on down here.. Will you?

The fans boo as no response is made. Scorpion walks out of the entrance way with the World Title in tow as he heads to the ring and rolls inside via the bottom rope.

Rivera: Relax, I am not taking your strap. I am just going to.. Upgrade it. In my hand is the Asylum World Championship, tossed aside by it’s former owner.. Chris Sabora. Take it, and bring glory to the brand.. As my world champion.

Scorpion stares at the strap as the fans begin to chant “SA-BOR-A!”. Scorpion then proceeds to take the strap and hand the EUW Title to Mark Rivera. He flips it over his shoulder reluctantly.

Rivera: Good. I love a good show! The rest of the champions will also have their belts upgraded as well.

Rivera: And on the subject of “new beginnings”, there is one man in the back that I would like to speak to. He is less of a man, and more of a rat, really, he is a liar, and a backstabber and a turncoat, and he may well think that this whole sordid business with Kirk Kennedy has distracted me to the point that I would forget about him. That’s not the case though, I’m Mark Rivera, the new boss, and I do not forget people that I owe a debt to. You see, payback is a bitch, and it’s about time she made her presence known… first though, let's restore power to the announcer's booth. I think a point has been made now.

Gibson: Well, we are live I guess. I wonder who Rivera is talking about? Either way, I hope it’s not me, because this will not be good!

Rivera: So let’s meet this little bitch. Jason Ambrose, come on down!

After a few moments, Jason Ambrose walks out onto the stage, dressed casually, but looking anything but. He’s a little flustered as he heads down to the ring, climbing into it.

Rivera: Yes, Jason, you were once a member of the Empire… A member of my glorious Asylum. It may have been Chad’s suggestion to hire you, but I saw the potential in you, under my guidance, you could have been a star. You were one of my earliest recruits, before the world even knew I was pulling the strings and how did you repay me, Jason? You became a little rat for Kirk Kennedy! Feeding him information in the background, about my plans, about what I had in store!

Jace moves to speak, but Rivera cuts him off.

Rivera: You’ll speak when I let you! You’re a regular little Benedict Arnold, aren’t you, Jason? I gave you everything, I made you what you are, and you repay me by turning on me? Fortunately, I caught wind of your actions, and I had Warrior take out the trash. He did it quite enthusiastically, in fact, he even went so far as to dispose of your two-bit whore, too.

Jace swings at Rivera, but Rivera manages to dodge the strike and before anyone knows what has happened, Warrior has leapt over the crowd barrier, into the ring, and hit a devastating RAGE on Jace, flooring him. Rivera smiles and shakes hands with Warrior.

Rivera: And, of course, Warrior showed the world how weak you were at Retribution, when he forced you to submit like a little bitch. However, I want to take this opportunity to make one thing very clear, Jason, backstabbers like you are not welcome in my Asylum, so, Jason Ambrose…

YOU’RE FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRED!

The crowd boo loudly as Warrior pulls Jace up and throws him over the top rope to the outside, but Jace manages to roll the landing and end up on his knees. Holding his gut he stands up and grabs a microphone from one of the stage crew.

Jace: Nice try, Rivera… Just one problem though… You can’t fire me!

Rivera: What did you say? I’m the boss around here, or is your head so far up your own ass that you missed the bit where I won at Retribution? I’m in charge, and if I want to fire someone… Then I can.

ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!

Jace: You can’t fire me, Rivera, because I just happened to have a piece of paper here that says that, for the time being, I have immunity.

Jace smirks as he pulls a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, holding it up and front of his face as Rivera and Warrior look on. The only thing visible on the page is the word “BRAWL” written across the top of it.

Jace: Do you recognize this, Rivera? You should, after all… You signed it. It’s the contract from the “Legacy of the Pure Title” match from BRAWL a few weeks back. You and Kirk co-signed it, declaring that the winner of the over the top rope battle royal got a shot at the Pure Title anywhere, any time. More than that though, there’s a clause that says that as long as I have this contract, I cannot be fired or suspended until I cash in. It’s the same deal that Luck got on his contract.

Warrior looks furious, whilst Rivera is seething, his face turning red with a murderous rage.

Jace: Nice try though, Mark, you almost had me going there.

Rivera: You might be smiling now, Jason, but I’m still the boss here. I may not be able to fire you, but I can still force you out, or maybe have one of my “associates” end your career with a serious injury.

Warrior smirks and cracks his knuckles, shouting at Ambrose about “round two”.

Jace: You can try. I’m not going anywhere!

As the fans begin to cheer, Jace is assaulted from behind by Chance Fusion, followed by Superbitch. They lay him out with a few chair shots and then hold him up, one grabbing each arm as Warrior steps out of the ring, hitting a second RAGE and driving Jace to the solid steel ramp. Rivera stands in the ring and nods approvingly, clapping.

Rivera: Jason, that’s only the beginning. As long as you’re here, I’m going to make your life hell!

Rivera laughs as Warrior and his allies trash talk the fallen Jason Ambrose, kicking him as the scene fades to black…

[primetime]

3 Way Tag Team Match
Standard Rules
Redemption vs. Body and Soul vs. Violent Conduct

Skye: Tonight’s first match will be a triple threat tag team match. First to the ring, making their EUW, sorry, Asylum, debut tonight, weighing in at a combined weight of four-hundred-and-fifty pounds, Ethen Bonelo and Roman Cripate… REEEEEEEEEDEMPTION!

“Afterlife” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play as the big screen shows footage of the Orlando skyline before breaking into a montage of Roman Cripate and Ethen Bonelo in action. Bursting out from behind the curtain Roman and Ethen pause at the top for a moment and pan the crowd before trotting down the ramp and slapping a few young fans hands along the way. They reach the bottom of the ramp and sliding into the ring, where Roman and Ethen look around once more at the crowd before popping up to their feet and heading to their corner, ready to go.

Skye: Also making their debut in the Asylum, at a combined weight of five-hundred-and-sixty pounds, Travis Gunners and TJ… BODY AND SOOOOOOOOOOOOOUL!

Travis and TJ head out as “Spaz Out” by Army of the Pharaohs blasts all around the arena. They look around at the fans and begin their walk down to the ring, high fiving the fans along the way. As they get into the ring, TJ goes to the turnbuckle and plays to the crowd as Travis does the same from the middle of the ropes.

Skye: And finally, at a combined weight of four-hundred-and-seventy-six pounds, John Blain and Eric Anderson… VIOLENT COOOOOOOOOOOONDUCT!

The arena lights begin to flash in various shades of blue as “The Wild Boys” by Atrocity begins to play. Anderson and Blain then step out to the top of the ramp, both with one arm raised as the fans cheer their arrival. The two then exchange a nod and rush towards the ring. Blain slides under the bottom rope as Anderson runs up the steps and climbs the turnbuckle, pointing to the fans and cheering. Blain cracks his neck and starts stretching out as Anderson approaches him, the two then fist bump each other and move to their corner, waiting for the match to begin.

Gibson: So, Xplode, it’s the first match of a new era under Mark Rivera. You got any thoughts?

Xplode: None that I’m allowed to share on TV!

Gibson: You’re not excited to see two new teams make their debut?

Xplode: This night will be forever remembered as the first night of Mark Rivera’s New Asylum, anything that happens tonight, good, or bad, will have his fingerprints all over it…

Roman Cripate steps onto the apron as Eric Anderson and TJ follow suit, leaving three men in the ring, so the match can begin.

DING! DING! DING!

TJ, by far the biggest man in the match, confidently steps into the centre of the ring, motioning for the other two men to grapple with him. Roman Cripate shakes his head, but John Blain simply laughs and walks up to the behemoth, completely unconcerned by the fact that he is the shortest man in this match. Blain approaches and holds his arms out for a test of strength, leaving TJ somewhat bewildered, but he steps up to grapple, and instantly takes a dropkick to the face. TJ staggers backwards, but doesn’t fall down, shaking it off and glaring at Blain. Roman Cripate spots a chance and runs at the side ropes, springboarding off of them to deliver a spinning heel kick to the back of the distracted TJ, sending him to the mat. Blain spots his chance and runs in, hitting a baseball slide to the face as TJ tries to get up. Blain begins to stomp on TJ, but TJ rolls away and gets up, grabbing Blain around the throat, hoisting him into the air and planting him hard on the mat.

Gibson: I think TJ calls that the “Impact Bomb”.

Xplode: It’s certainly made an impact on John Blain!

TJ covers for a pin.

One…

Two…

Interrupted!

Roman Cripate keeps the match alive with an elbow drop to the back of TJ’s head. As TJ gets up, Cripate hits a flurry of quick strikes to the abdominal region, before stepping back and hitting a dropsault to the chest. TJ staggers back; tripping over John Blain’s extended leg, falling to the mat. Blain is still down, so Cripate makes the tag to Bonelo who enters the ring. He approaches the rising Blain and hits a knife edge chop, before thrusting forwards with a hard elbow strike, turning Blain around. Bonelo grabs him from behind, hooking both arms and hitting a well-executed Tiger Suplex, bridging for a pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Blain manages to kick out before the three as TJ gets to his feet, sizing up Bonelo. Bonelo looks for a lariat, but TJ catches him and raises him high up, planting him with a big spinebuster. TJ then drags Bonelo to the corner and tags in his protégé, who hops through the ropes keenly. TJ holds Bonelo as Travis runs to the ropes on the far side, bouncing back as TJ lets go and steps aside, allowing Travis to hit the Gunn Shot (Running Big Boot) on Bonelo, sending him to the mat in a crumpled heap. TJ nods and gives Travis a thumbs up as he climbs out of the ring. Travis pulls Bonelo up and lifts him up onto his shoulders, hitting a sitout powerbomb pin.

Gibson: Good teamwork from Body and Soul!

One…

Two…

Interrupted!

John Blain reminds everyone that he’s still in this match by kicking Travis in the back, breaking the pin. Travis shakes it off and turns around, towering over Blain. Travis shakes his head and tries for a big boot, but Blain dives under it, rolling through the far corner and tagging Eric Anderson. Anderson shakes his head, but Blain slaps him across the face and tells him to get in the ring. Anderson glares and steps in, shoving Blain in the chest. Travis approaches, looking a little unsure, so he decides to charge in, looking for a double clothesline. Blain and Anderson grin, dropping to the mat, hitting a double drop toe-hold, sending Travis face-first into the turnbuckle as TJ winces, shaking his head at his partner’s rookie mistake being punished. Blain climbs out of the ring and Anderson makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Travis kicks out, rolling over and shaking off the cobwebs. Anderson steps back, scouting Travis and waiting for him to get up when Ethen Bonelo grabs him from behind, looking for a German suplex. Bonelo tries, but Anderson hooks the leg, preventing it. Bonelo tries again, but Anderson won’t let him. As Bonelo tries a third time, Travis hops up and runs in with another Gunn Shot (Running Big Boot), but Anderson bends forwards, under the boot, as Bonelo takes the full force shot to the face, dropping backwards. Anderson then pulls on Travis’ other leg, sending him crashing to the mat and then flipping forwards into a jack knife pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Travis kicks out to keep the match alive.

Gibson: Travis Gunners just won’t stay down! I guess that’s the power of youth!

Xplode: I’m older than him and more powerful, what do you call that?

Gibson: Arrogance…

Anderson gets up and spots Bonelo rising, grabbing him from behind, but Bonelo hits a few sharp elbows, knocking him back and following up with a stiff lariat. Bonelo then rushes to his corner and tags in the fired up Roman Cripate, who flips over the top rope with a slingshot legdrop on Anderson, hooking the leg to cover.

One…

Two…

Interrupted!

Gunners runs in and stomps on Cripate to break the pin, before tagging TJ in. TJ pulls Cripate up and looks to make the most of his size advantage by hitting the 215 drop. Cripate hits the mat hard, rolling around in pain, but Anderson gets up groggily, so TJ charges him down with a clothesline, but Anderson ducks out of the way and hits a dropkick to the back of TJ, sending him over the top rope and to the floor outside.

Anderson shakes off the cobwebs as Cripate does his best to rise back to his feet. Turning around, Anderson scoops up Cripate and nails the “Silent Night” (Snow Plow). He then covers for the pin!

1..
2...
3..

Skye: Your winner.. Violent Conduct!

Gibson: Great win here from Violent Conduct. I have to hand it to them. I have a feeling that we will be seeing more from them in the future.

Violent Conducts theme begins to play as they celebrate in the ring. The fans cheer them on as the scene fades out..

[primetime]

Gibson: That first match was something else!

Xplode: Sure was.

Gibson: Rivera is looking to make a huge mark for sure. I just have to wonder, have we seen the last of Kirk Kennedy? I mean-

The lights suddenly dim out.

Gibson: What’s this?

“Burrito” by Seether begins to play as the fans instantly start booing, knowing full well who is to come out. The feed switches to the entrance area as we see Barry Jordan stepping out on to the stage. He is dressed in a sharp suit, completed by a New York Yankees baseball cap. The fans really begin to let him have it as fireworks begin to spew out behind Jordan, leading to TITAN being seen next.

Gibson: Uh oh, the monster is here. Fresh off the heels of an amazing match as Retribution, TITAN seems to be in the driver seat these days. The question is, what is next for him? Everyone that he has faced has been put on the shelf. I mean, who would be crazy enough to even risk their careers against that man?

The intro continues to play as TITAN and Jordan head down the ramp way and arrive at ringside. The lights begin to flicker around them as Jordan opens the ropes for the former World Champion. TITAN then stops in the center of the ring, accepting a microphone. The fans slowly calm down to hear what he is about to say..

TITAN: Is that it? IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!!

The fans boo loudly once more! TITAN nods and smiles as he stares back at them with a smug look upon his face.

TITAN: You know, I look at all of you. I look at those washed up announcer’s at ringside at well. YEAH.. EVEN YOU XPLODE!

The fans instantly cheer as Xplode stands up in response. The Strategic Assassin stares down TITAN as TITAN smiles in return.

TITAN: You see? This is what this company has come down to now. All of the true greats are gone, leaving us with whiney, crying, talent less… losers. I mean, let’s take my last opponent for instance. Chuck Johnson, the future of the EUW, stepped in the ring with me at Retribution.

The fans begin to chant “CJ! CJ! CJ! CJ!”

TITAN: Keep on cheering. He won’t hear you. You see, that piece of shit will not be stepping in the ring for a long.. Long time. I broke his ass, just as I broke 415, Sachiele Willows, AJ Valdez and Chris Sabora. The list just keeps growing and growing. How many more people have to end up in the fucking hospital? I mean, I don’t ask for these opponents. I just take what I am given… you know? I say we just cut the shit and make the fight that EVERYBODY knows will happen sooner or later. I want Scorpion.. In that ring.. Next week.. For MY World Title.

The fans begin to boo even louder!

TITAN: Look, say what you want but I am the clear challenger here. I was never beaten for that championship, and 2 weeks ago, I defeated a redneck that Scorpion himself fell to. Do the math! Scorpion, if you got any fucking courage in that long haired pansy head of yours, you will come out here and answer this challenge. Or, I could hunt you down myself and beat you senseless until you see things my way..

The fans begin to boo loudly as low chants of “SCOR-P-ION!” begin to happen. There is no answer however..

Jordan: My client makes fine points. Did you know that no one in this business has had a winning streak like TITAN’s besides the late Chris Sabora? We all know what happened to him. Screw these money in the bank matches and royal rumbles… my client is the true pound for pound champion. NO ONE should recognize that fake title holder until he defends the belt against this warrior of perfection!

The fans continue to boo as there still is no response.

Xplode: Warrior of perfection? Damn, things just get more and more corny, don’t they?

Gibson: They do make a fine point though. TITAN does have a clear case for a title shot. Scorpion needs to answer this challenge if he is to finally receive the accolades that a champion deserves. His amazing win at Retribution over Jack Bull aside, Scorpion needs to keep his eyes focused on taking down any challenger.

Jordan: Look, imagine the amount of ratings that this could-

The fans suddenly break into cheers! As the camera switches to the entrance, we see Jack Bull! He does not look pleased at all.

Bull: I am not sure what this is all about. I mean, everybody knows that I was screwed at Retribution. If anyone gets a shot at the World Title.. It’s me. We don’t have to argue over it though. I mean, why don’t we settle this.. Man to walking piece of shit?

The fans cheer as Jack Bull heads down the ramp way and cautiously enters the ring. TITAN does not take his eyes off of him at all as Jack approaches him.

Bull: You may intimidate everyone else around here but not me. I got no problems opening the biggest can of whupass you ever seen on you, especially after what you did to my partner.. Chuck Johnson.

TITAN: I don’t think you understand what you are saying. You see, we all have our places around here, Jack. You are that funny guy who is fun to watch but no one takes too seriously. You are the guy who almost makes it to the top… and then has his ass handed to him by people like me. I fucking LIVE to break off loud mouthed sons of bitches like you! Do you understand me?!! YOU WANT A MATCH AGAINST ME?!

Bull: Come on then.. Bring it.

The fans begin cheering as TITAN and Bull stare one another down. Bull drops his microphone as his biceps begin to flex! TITAN tosses his mic over his shoulder and rips his shirt off, exposing his large chest! The intensity is at maximum!

(??): No no.. this can’t happen..

The feed switches to the entrance where we see Mark Rivera. The fans begin to boo loudly just at the sight of him. Bull and TITAN back off from one another and stare in his direction.

Rivera: There is no way that a match like this can happen without a little hype duty on my behalf! This is a money match right here! I am a fair man though. Really, I am!

The fans continue to boo!

Rivera: The truth of the matter is this. Jack, you had your shot at the title.. And you failed. It’s time for a new person to have his chance at history. As for TITAN, there is no doubt that you deserve a shot as well. The thing is, Mister Luck is the number one contender to the World Title. So, I decided to do things the right way. I approached Luck and he clearly stated that his attention is better focused on that outlaw.. Oblivion. So, that leaves me without a challenger to the World Title. Whatever should I do?

The fans begin to chant “BULL! BULL! BULL!”

Rivera: These fans sure love you, Jack. Then again, they are quite the fickle bunch. So, after thinking on this, I have come up with a decision! In two weeks, we will have a World Title match! It will be a fatal fourway affair! TITAN knows a little about that. We will have the Asylum World Champion, Scorpion… squaring off against Jack Bull, TITAN… and ROY VIPER!!!

Gibson: What?! Wait.. It makes sense now.

Rivera: Now THAT is how you book a main event. Oh yeah, I will be the special referee as well.

The fans begin to boo loudly as Jack And TITAN stare at one another. Cameras begin flashing behind them..

Gibson: Damn. We have a huge main event in two weeks.

Xplode: Jack has the odds stacked against him. I smell a rat..

[primetime]

Fatal Four Way Match
Standard Rules
Stephen Callaway vs. Diabolik vs Ewan Jakeway vs Jackal

As Hysteria hits the speakers, the crowd goes wild and Diabolik steps out onto the ramp. The lights flash red as he walks down towards the ring, ignoring everyone and everything. As he finally reaches the ring, he grins and rolls inside, where he strikes a pose as fireworks go off in each corner.

Skye: The following contest will be a fatal fourway match up, already in the ring is the HardKore veteran, weighing two-hundred-and-forty-seven pounds, from Middlesbrough, England… DIABOLIK!

The lights in the arena become different shades of red, as a red fog rises from the floor, and stage as "Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach echoes throughout the arena. Suddenly, a small hole appears on the stage and Jackal emerges, as if being raised by a small platform. Jackal looks around, before engaging the fans on his way down the ramp and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, in the corner.

Skye: On his way into the ring, weighing two-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds, from the second circle of Hell, he is the “Twisted Clown” …JACKAL!

Once in the ring, Jackal crouches down in the corner, staring intently across the ring, locking eyes with Diabolik and awaiting the other two competitors.

Skye: Your third competitor tonight, weighing two-hundred-and-thirty-four pounds, from Sacramento, California… STEPHEN CALLAWAY!

'Remedy' plays and he steps through the curtain. At the top of the isle he makes a 'V1' prayer taunt with his nose between the first two fingers. He then struts to the ring singing along with his theme. He walks up the steps and through the ropes. He climbs onto the turnbuckle opposite where he came in, climbing to the second turnbuckle he makes the same prayer taunt.

Skye: And finally, making his EUW debut tonight, weighing in at two-hundred-and-thirty-five pounds, from New York… EWAN JAKEWAY!

“New York, New York” by B.o.B hits as Ewan Jakeway walks out through the curtain and stops briefly to hold both hands into the air, pointing straight up to get the fans going. He punches his chest twice and points again before walking down the ramp, occasionally hitting his chest and pointing into the crowd or up to the ceiling until he reaches the bottom of the ramp. Ewan runs up the stairs and goes between the ropes before walking to the opposing corner. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and holds both hands into the air to continue getting the crowd going before he jumps off the turnbuckle and walks around, itching to get this match started.

Gibson: Time for our second match under Mark Rivera's new reign and I'm hoping that these four will still put on a show, they all have something to fight for, after all. Jackal’s making his return after a recent injury, Diabolik will be smarting after his shock loss to Belleza, and the two newcomers will be looking to impress in this match.

Xplode: Well, the reasons you listed and the fact that it’s their job to put on a show. These men are paid wrestlers, after all…

As each man takes a corner, the referee signals for the bell, so that the match can begin.

DING! DING! DING!

Almost surprising everyone, Callaway is the first out of his corner, rushing across the ring and flooring Diabolik with a quick clothesline, Callaway then jumps onto Diabolik, landing a double knee drop to the chest, forcing the air out of his lungs. Jackal shrugs and charges down Jakeway with a running wheel kick, mounting the masked man and beating away on him with a flurry of punches. Meanwhile, Callaway grabs Diabolik’s leg, lifting it up and throwing it into the mat for a knee-breaker, before stomping on it again. Callaway then pulls Diabolik towards the turnbuckle, grabbing the leg once more and taking hold of it, he climbs backwards, up onto the second rope, pointing to the fans before jumping off, landing on his knees and driving Diabolik’s knee firmly into the mat as he yells out in pain from the second rope knee breaker.

Gibson: Looks to me like Stephen Callaway came to fight tonight! He’s really going after Diabolik here with some degree of ruthlessness!

Xplode: He’s new and trying to make his name by picking off one of the EUW old boys. Diabolik is a tough son of a bitch, but if Callaway can beat him down and keep him down, it will do him a lot of favours around here!

Callaway covers for an early pin.

One…

Interrupted!

Jackal breaks the pin with a running leg drop on Callaway. He pulls the Californian up and hits a couple of sharp jabs, following up with a stiff DDT. Jakeway gets to his feet and approaches Jackal and the two tie up. Jackal tries lifting him up for a suplex, but Jakeway kicks his legs, using the momentum to swing back down, landing on his feet and then lifting Jackal, hitting a snap suplex of his own on the counter. Jakeway pulls Jackal up and hits a few stiff chops, whipping him to the opposite side of the ring.

Jackal grabs the ropes to stop himself, turning around to see Jakeway rush in with a lariat, Jackal spots the move and ducks, getting caught instead by a baseball slide that takes him off of his feet. Jakeway gets up to see that Diabolik is still in the Crab and runs across, jumping onto both Callaway and Diabolik’s knees, catching Callaway in the jaw with a stiff enzuigiri, breaking the hold and sending Callaway slumping to the mat.

Jakeway turns around and heads back to Jackal, who is getting back up now, visibly annoyed by Jakeway’s fondness for trickery. Jackal swings for Jakeway, but he ducks the wild swipe, standing face-to-face with Jackal, grabbing him around the waist for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Jackal counters with a quick ear clap, causing Jakeway to let go and hold his ears, seemingly wincing beneath the mask. Jackal follows up with a dropkick to the chest, knocking Jakeway to the mat as Jackal heads for the top rope. Jackal leaps off, flying through the air with a frog splash, getting some impressive height on the move, landing perfectly on Jakeway for a cover.

One…

Two...

Interrupted!

The pin is broken up by an elbow drop from Stephen Callaway, who pulls Jackal up and hits a few quick punches, whipping Jackal to the ropes and then ducking forwards for a back body drop, but Jackal spots it and counters with a running DDT instead. Callaway gets planted and rolls around, holding his head as Jackal turn lays a few more boots into Jakeway. Slowly, Diabolik rises to his feet, he spots the action and decides that he wants to hurt Callaway now, so he walks across the ring, limping slightly, he then drops an elbow on the chest of Callaway, pulling him up and hitting a bulldog, slamming him face-first into the mat.

Diabolik then puts Jackal in a ground side headlock, squeezing his skull between his arms. Jackal has pulled Jakeway up and sent him to the corner, where he is working him over with a few sharp reverse elbows. Jackal steps back, looking for a big elbow, but Jakeway ducks out of it, turning quickly and forcing Jackal into the corner, landing a massive chop to his chest as the arena fills with the expected whoops as Jakeway repeats it. Jakeway then sits Jackal up on the top rope and climbs up, standing in the second rope, reaching behind Jackal to grab his back, hooking an arm and leaping backwards, hitting a super exploder suplex, getting some strong pops from the crowd.

Gibson: The fans seem to be taking to Jakeway early in his EUW career and it’s easy to see why, he’s an impressive wrestler with a lot of skill!

Callaway fights to his feet, breaking the side headlock with a back drop suplex, planting Diabolik hard and following up with a kneebreaker to work the damaged leg. Callaway then pulls Diabolik to the corner and climbs to the second rope, jumping off with a double stomp to the knees. Diabolik shouts out in pain and Callaway rolls him over to pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Jakeway breaks up the pin with an elbow drop, before turning back to Jackal and pulling him up to his feet and whipping him to the ropes, as Diabolik is whipped in the opposite direction by Callaway. Jackal sticks his arm out, and Diabolik does the same, the two hook arms and spin each other around, launching themselves into flying clotheslines, Diabolik flooring Jakeway whilst Jackal sends Callaway over the top rope, to the outside.

Gibson: Was that teamwork from Jackal and Diabolik?

Xplode: Looks like it, but maybe they both tried to clothesline each other and managed to fuck it up?

Diabolik and Jackal stare each other down and then charge, hitting each other with a double clothesline, sending both men to the mat.

Xplode: There you go!

Diabolik struggles to his feet now, looking up just as Jackal nearly takes his head off with a clothesline! Diabolik is sent tumbling over the top rope shortly and to the ringside area. Jackal looks at his dirty work. With a smile, he then turns around right into an incoming Jakeway!! Scooping up Jackal quickly, Jakeway nails the “New Afterlife!” Jackal is out cold as Jakeway covers for the pin!!

1...
2.…
3!

Skye: Your winner.. Ewan Jakeway!

The intro music begins to play as Jakeway rolls over into a seated position. He takes a deep breath before slowly rising to his feet!

Gibson: He pulled that win out of no where, X. Impressive debut by the rookie here.

Xplode: Are we seeing the start of a 3rd generation now? Damn, I am feeling old.

[primetime]

The fans are still reeling from the last match as explosions rocket out of the stage area! “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play as fog is dispersed through each corner of the ring! Knowing exactly who is about to make his entrance, the fans stand up to their feet, a wave of hysteria and bliss, as they cheer proudly for the arrival of their hero!

Gibson: uh oh! He is here!

The sounds of a loud engine are heard as Oblivion arrives aboard a dark motorcycle! The fans scream, shaking the arena to it’s very core, as he pours out of the entrance way and down to the ringside area. He makes a circle around the ring after, stopping in front of the ramp way!

Gibson: OBLIVION IS HERE! OBLIVION IS HERE!!

Xplode: Yeah, he is..

Dismounting his bike, Oblivion stares out at the fans for a moment. He then lets his long leather trench coat slide off of his shoulders and to the floor below! Walking up the metal steps, Oblivion steps through the ropes and enters the ring. He then circles the ring a few times as millions of camera flashes ignite the skies around him! He then stops in front of Skye and accepts the microphone from her, leaning forward to kiss her upon the cheek. He then turns around, a look of determination in his eyes!

Oblivion: Alright, I need quiet for a minute! Business needs to be handled!!

The fans cheer a second longer and then quiet down upon request.

Oblivion: Rivera… get your scrawny ass out here.. NOW!

The fans begin to boo now as the feed switches to the entrance area. Walking out unto the stage, Rivera looks a bit smug. He stares out at the ring as he raises a microphone.

Rivera: Now, Toby. It wouldn’t be wise to attack your new boss.

Oblivion: Get your ass in this ring or I will come down there and drag you here. It’s your choice..

The fans scream in approval as Rivera shrugs. He then looks over his shoulder as a sea of security guards appear behind him! Escorting the new owner, Rivera makes his way to the ring and inside of it. The security team follows close behind, surrounding Rivera to keep him safe. The ring is almost at maximum capacity. Shaking his head in disgust, Oblivion begins to speak once again.

Oblivion: Do you honestly think these chumps can keep my hands off of your throat?! I told you, Rivera.. If you fuck with me.. You will pay. I don’t give a damn if you are the new owner or not. This is my world. Before you go around flashing those mangled teeth of yours.. You need to go through me.

Rivera: Oh, is that so? So me handing out clean slates to people doesn’t make things right with you? Aren’t you the role model for people who used to live a rather.. “Shady” .. Past turned hero?

Oblivion: You’re not fooling no one! We all know what kind of an asshole you are. This company is headed in one direction with you at the helm… down the shitter! I can’t have that. Luckily for you, that is not the reason that I called you out here tonight..

Rivera: You need a favor? Certainly.

Oblivion: Favor? Don’t fool yourself. You WILL do what I am about to ask you or that headshot you took from Kennedy will seem like Disney Land compared to what I will do to you. I want Luck… one on one.. At Scars and Stripes. Make it happen.

Rivera: Why should I do that?

Oblivion: My boy, Dante Holly, paid a price at Retribution. He gave up his career to do the right thing by me! Now, I am going to return the favor and beat the ever living piss out of Luck in return! This shit ends now. No more screwing around, kidnapping, or playing tag! I want that bald headed piece of shit in the ring with me… no DQ!

The fans begin to cheer loudly now as Rivera thinks over the request a moment.

Rivera: Fine. You may have your match. You picked the opponent and place of battle. To be fair, Luck will get to choose the stipulation. I do this because I firmly believe that you are about to get just what you deserve, Toby. You see, I have watched you run around this ring acting like your shit doesn’t stink. You seem to think you live by some unknown code that allows you to do whatever you want around here! Well that couldn’t be further from the truth. Mister Luck has played you like a harp and in my opinion.. Played a game that you used to be the best at.. Mental warfare. Becareful what you ask for, Toby. You are out of your league.

Rivera begins to leave the ring when Oblivion steps forward, causing the security team to stand at alert..

Oblivion: Out of my league?! Make no mistake about it, Rivera. When I am done dismantling Luck… I am coming for you! I put you away once, and I will do it again!

The fans begin cheering loudly as Rivera responds!

Rivera: Is that a threat, Toby?

Oblivion: It’s a promise..

Rivera nods as the security team immediately lunges at Oblivion! Oblivion drops the microphone as the fans begin to boo loudly! He is no where to be seen as he covered by bodies immediately who are punching and kicking him!

Rivera: See? You’re not the Big Dog after all.. I am.

Rivera begins to leave the ring as the fans boo him loudly! The security forces continue to pummel Oblivion as the fans begin to chant..

“TOBY! TOBY! TOBY! TOBY!!”

Looking back, Rivera smiles until one security guard is hurled across the ring! The fan begin to chant even louder now as another guard is sent tumbling away!! Another follows and then another as Oblivion slowly fights back to his feet!! The crowd is full on cheering now as Oblivion grabs one man, chokeslamming him into the mat hard! The remaining guards back up cautiously, hands held out! Oblivion wipes away a trickle of blood and then rushes them, clothes lining the rest of them out of the ring and to ringside!! The fans are screaming like crazy now as Oblivion points in Mark Rivera’s direction, his face the look of pure hatred!

Oblivion then turns around.. Only to be hit with a metal chair by a sliding in Mister Luck!! Luck continues to pummel Oblivion over and over as Rivera watches on, a huge smile now upon his face! Dave Markinson rushes down the ramp way next, Dante Holly’s mask hanging out of his back pocket! Sliding into the ring, the Las Vegas Commission attacks Oblivion without care!

Gibson: Can you believe this?! That damn Luck picks his moments wisely..

Xplode: Not this time..

Slamming his headphones down upon the table, Xplode leaves the announcer’s booth! He rushes to ringside and slides into the ring! Luck and Dave turn to face him as Xplode stares them down! Luck points at Xplode and then to the chair upon the floor as Dave picks it up! The fans cheer loudly now as Dave rushes the Strategic Assassin!

Ducking under the chair, Xplode kicks Dave in the gut and nails “The Drop Zone”! (Pedigree) The fans are at a fever pitch now as Luck slides out of the ring, backing up the ramp towards Rivera after.

Rivera: You are an announcer, Xplode, not a competitor. What you have done tonight could be grounds for termination.

Accepting a microphone, Xplode leans on the ropes as Oblivion is shown slowly rising to his feet.

Xplode: Who in the hell do you think you are talking to? I am Xplode, the Strategic Assassin.. And I do what the hell I want! I can deal with a lot of things around here… but not someone trying to stack the odds against my family!

The fans scream in approval as Rivera smiles..

Rivera: Fine. Then let’s do it your way. Next week.. The Las Vegas Commission will square off… against the Brothers of Prophecy… Xplode and Oblivion!

Gibson: Oh my gawd!! Do you hear this?!! Xplode and Oblivion teaming up in that very ring!!!

The fans are screaming at a fever pitch now as Xplode speaks one last time..

Xplode: You just signed their death warrant..

The feed fades out as we see Oblivion arrive at Xplode’s side. Both brothers glare at the men on the ramp..

[primetime]

The feed switches backstage, where we find Jack Rodgers holding a microphone in his hand. The fans cheer as they see Danny Tenfold stood by his side.

Rodgers: Ladies and gentlemen, at this moment I am joined by former EUW Pure Champion Danny Tenfold, just moments before his match against Belleza.

Jack turns to his guest.

Rodgers: Danny, I hate to bring it up, but how are you feeling just two weeks removed from the night you lost that Pure Championship to Brett Cross?

Danny shrugs.

Tenfold: Disappointed of course, but it's done... there's nothing I can do to change it now. Brett Cross is a man I have a hell of a lot of respect for, and at Retribution I can't deny he was the better man. Was I pinned or submitted? No... but Brett created the moment to win with me out of the picture, and he seized that opportunity. I have no doubt he'll be an excellent Pure Champion.

Rodgers: But the question is: do you intend to regain that title as soon as possible.

Danny smiles at Jack.

Tenfold: That goes without saying. Like I said, I have all the respect in the world for Brett Cross - consider him a friend even - and I believe him to be one of the best wrestlers on the planet right now, so it will be far from easy; but I intend to give it my best shot. To do that I need to build all the momentum I can, which begins by winning my match tonight.

Rodgers: Well good luck, Danny.

Tenfold: Thanks, Jack.

With that said, Danny nods before walking away, leaving Jack to wrap things up.

Rodgers: That match is up next - Danny Tenfold versus Belleza! Back to Gibson and Xplode at ringside.

[primetime]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Danny Tenfold vs. Belleza

Xplode: Ok, it’s time for the special Olympics now.

Gibson: Oh come on, X. Our next two competitors are going to blow the roof off of this place!

Xplode: I hope so. Maybe it will land on Rivera’s head too…

Gibson: Next, we have a highflying affair as two men who love to take it to the skies square off! Former Pure Champion, Danny Tenfold will pits his talents against the popular Belleza! On paper, they look evenly matched. This one is anybody’s guess!

Xplode: Both men need to win here too. Tenfold wants back in the Pure Title picture for sure. A loss here would kill that goal. Belleza is coming off a strong win himself. A streak of 2 wins straight is not out of the question, ever for a dude who wears Halloween masks.

Gibson: I believe it is called Lucha Libre, Jaden.

Xplode: What did you just call me?

Gibson: Xplode?

Xplode: That’s right… Gibbon…

The fans cheer as we see Skye in the ring.

Skye: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. First out to the ring.. BELLEZA!!

The lights go down as Belleza's music hits and a violet spotlight shines down him. He makes his way down to the ring in his lavish robe slowly, calmly, not even aknowledging the crowd's boos to him. Once at the ring, he climbs up the steps and on the apron he sheds his robe which falls straight to the ground. He then gets on the ropes, looks around and spits out his poison mist and jumps in the ring while the lights go back to normal.

Gibson: That man has a huge following in Mexico. Some call him the Oblivion of the region!

Belleza hops around in the ring and does a quick backflip, sending the fans into a frenzy.

Skye: Next, coming out to the ring…. DANNY TENFOLD!!

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

Gibson: There he is, the former Pure Champion. Danny carries the heart of the industry for sure. Lets get this started!

Belleza does not wait for the bell as he shoots out of his corner, catching Tenfold off guard! Tenfold is backed up quickly with a series of lefts and rights! Regaining himself quickly, Tenfold grabs Belleza and uses his momentum against him! He then pulls back for a belly to belly suplex! Amazingly, Belleza shoots over his head and pushes off on a nearby turnbuckle, shooting back with a bulldog!!!

Gibson: Holly shit!

Tenfold falls face forward but quickly rushes to his feet! Belleza meets him there though and sends his forearm into his face, then irish whips Tenfold to the ropes across the way! Tenfold bounces off of them and rushes back, shooting into the air with a body splash into a pin!!!

1...
Belleza kicks out!

Tenfold and Belleza race to their feet, leaving Tenfold to get their first! He scoops up Belleza and spins around for a tilt - o -wirl suplex! Belleza hit’s the mat hard holding his masked head! Tenfold then sits up, finally taking a breath and a break from the action!!

Gibson: What a fast paced match already! Both of these men are really letting it fly out here tonight!

Finally regaining himself, Tenfold reaches out to grab Belleza but is caught off guard by a head scissors takedown!! Belleza clamps it on while lying on his side! Tenfold is helpless as he slaps the leg of Belleza, grunting and holding on for dear life!! The fans begin to chant “TENFOLD TENFOLD TENFOLD!” as Tenfold tries to roll forward! Belleza halts any progress though as he leans back and puts further pressure upon Tenfold’s throat!

The fans cheer like crazy, willing Tenfold to his feet as Tenfold begins to go limp. A sign is shown in the background held by a fan that reads “I GOT YOUR POLAROIDS!” as the ref approaches the two of them. He picks up Tenfolds hand and holds it up, letting it fall lifelessly to the mat below..

1...

The ref reaches down once again, grabbing a hand and raising it in to the air! The hand drops as the cheers begin to turn into boos! Looking at the fans around the arena, Belleze arches his back further and grits his teeth..

2.…

The ref bends forward once more, grabbing the hand of Danny Tenfold. He lifts it into the air for the third and final time. The fans boo loudly and the ref lets it go. This time.. Things are different as the hand remains in the air!! With the fans cheer like crazy, Tenfold shimmies his body around towards a nearby rope and drapes his leg upon it! The ref calls for the break up as Belleza finally lets go!

Gibson: Excellent maneuver there! Tenfold just will not give up!

Belleza rolls over to his feet, bringing Tenfold up with him. He starts to bring Tenfold in for the suplex when Tenfold slides his leg in to halt the effort! Belleza tries again but is halted once more as Danny slides a foot in and then head butts Belleza in the masked face! Tenfold then miraculously comes back by yanking the legs out from under Belleza! He then runs to the ropes and hops on to the middle one, shooting off into the air and landing with the body splash! Tenfold hooks the leg for the pin!!

1...
2.…
Belleza kicks out!

Rolling over, Tenfold gets back up and rushes to a nearby turnbuckle! He slowly climbs to the top but Belleza is behind him, shoving him forward and sending Tenfold to the ringside area with a sickening thud! Belleza then climbs the turnbuckle and raises both hands, following it up by shooting into the air with a flying cross body-plex! Somehow, Tenfold has the state of mind to lift his feet up, sending them into the unguarded face of Belleza!! The fans scream as both men lie on their backs at ringside!

Xplode: This is unreal! They seem almost even out there.

Gibson: I agree! This is a special treat folks. Wait, what’s going on?

Belleza is shown at ringside rolling over. He seems to be pulling something out of his tights! Danny Tenfold is on his feet however, approaching Belleza with seat covering his body. Reaching down, he grabs Belleza only to have a powder sprayed into his eyes!! The fans boo as Belleza uses a dirty maneuver to gain the upper hand. Then, unknown to the ref, Belleza punches Tenfold in the face with a set of brass knuckles!! Belleza then shoves the knuckles under the ring and rolls over unto his feet! The fans boo like crazy!

Xplode: Wow… inventive. I am impressed.

Smiling, Belleza rises to his feet and rolls into the ring and then back out again to stop the ring out count. He grabs Tenfold by the head and tights and walks him up the ramp way, stopping to pose for the fans! They boo him like no one’s business as he begins to set up to toss Tenfold off the ramp! Comign out of no where though, Brett Cross bursts out of the entrance, using a big boot to send Belleza to the stage floor and even the score!!!

Gibson: CROSS! CROSS SAVED TENFOLD HERE!

The ref is unable to see Cross’s interference due to his looking for the weapon that Belleza used prior. Unable to find the brass knuckles, the ref rolls into the ring and begins to count once more..

Barely on his feet, Danny Tenfold stumbles toward Belleza, grabbing him by the trunks. He then rolls him into the ring, breaking up the count out! As the fans cheer him on, Tenfold heads to the turnbuckle and slowly ascends it. He raises both hands but does not wait too long as he shoots into the air with the Killswitch Tengage!

Gibson: This could be it!

The fans cheer as Tenfold lands his finisher perfectly! He then hooks the leg for the pin!

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2...
3!

Skye: Your winner… Danny Tenfold!

As the bell sounds, Danny Tenfold stands and the referee raises his hand high as the crowd cheers loudly for this fan favorite, but behind him Belleza has begun to stir. Tenfold waves to his fans and turns to leave, but as he does, Belleza has risen to his feet and before Danny can realize what was going on, Belleza spits a giant cloud of green mist in to Tenfold's eyes! Danny yells and falls on to his back, holding his face, and as he tries to rub the green spit from his eyes, Belleza rushes in and begins to stomp away on the downed Tenfold. The crowd boos loudly at this, jeering the villainous Belleza, but as Tenfold is worked in to a helpless position in the corner, the tune of the crowd changes as help has arrived once again!

Brett Cross slides in to the ring and tears Belleza off of Tenfold by his hair. Then turning him about, Brett whips the much smaller competitor across the ring and on the rebound Cross grips his hands together, smashing him with The Hammer, causing him to flip for one and a half rotations before crumpling to the mat. Belleza hits hard and Cross rushes over to where he landed to quickly force him out of the ring before turning back to his friend Danny Tenfold, who had finally gotten the green mist from his eyes. Cross holds out his hand and helps his friend up to his feet before he raises Tenfold's arm again, cueing "Sidstyler" to blare through the arena.

Gibson: Cross seems to have an interest in Tenfold.. interesting. We will be back after these messages!

[primetime]

The scene fades in as we see Roy Viper. The fans begin booing him instantly. Arriving at his side is Warrior who is smirking.

Warrior: Look at them, running out to do the right thing. You made the right choice when you helped Rivera, man. You grew a set of balls. That’s how legends are made. Trust me.. I know.

Viper: Legend? That was never my goal.

Viper turns to the confused Warrior he slides a hood over his head..

Viper: I am out here to make an impact. For the past year, I have watched the balance of power shift back and forth, all along thinking over my options. Kennedy was a good man, but too naïve to understand what it really takes to make an impact. It wasn’t until seconds before the main event at Retribution that I finally understood what I must do.

Warrior: Like I said.. You made the right choice.

Viper: Do not think for a minute that this makes us allies. I am out for one person.. Myself. It could have been your head that I hit with that chair and it would have made no difference. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a war to win..

Viper walks out of view leaving Warrior chewing on a piece of gum… perplexed.

[primetime]

Triple Threat Match
Standard Rules
Shawn Ashen vs. Jack Bull vs. Tyreke Bell

Gibson: Now we head into a triple threat as we see the freshly crowned hardcore champion square off against Jack Bull and newcomer Shawn Ashen. Bull will be looking to get the ball rolling once more after his loss at Retribution. Bell has that ball currently as he carries a strap that was no doubt, hard to walk away with.

Xplode: You are forgetting Ashen. This man has charisma.

Gibson: He is a snob.

Xplode: Exactly. Charisma..

Gibson: Let’s head to the match!

The fans are screaming loudly as the lights dim out. We see Skye in the ring as she smiles and raises the microphone to her lips.

Skye: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, Shawn Ashen!!

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

Skye: Next, the EUW Hardkore Champion.. Tyeke Bell!

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: Lastly..

The fans begin to scream in delight as they know who is next.

Skye: Jack Bull!!!

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.

Gibson: Those three men are looking to do some damage tonight. What impresses me more is the look upon Bull’s face. He seems almost like he is in the zone. Bull is all business for sure.

Xplode: Of course. He got that from me.

Gibson: I don’t know about that. More like from your brother Obliv-

Xplode: Don’t start that shit..

The bell rings as all three men stare one another down. Bell glances at both men for a minute and then settles upon Ashen who is nodding in his direction. Suddenly, both men attack Bull at the same time in one unified effort! Bull fights each one off with heavily packed punches! Bull then uses Bell’s momentum against him as he tosses Bell over the top rope and to ringside! Ashen tries to continue the attack but Bull is more than ready, grabbing Ashen and tossing him into a nearby turnbuckle! Bull then spins in a circle and lays a hard punch right into Ashen’s forehead!

Ashen’s head snaps back to the delight of the crowd as he stumbles forward. Bull then grabs him and uses a hard Irish Whip, sending him into the ropes and bouncing back. Bull then kicks Ashen in the gut on the rebound and follows it up with a stiff DDT! Both men go down to the mat as Bull covers for the pin!

1...
Bell stomps them both to break up the pin!

Gibson: Jack Bull is on fire tonight. He seems to be having no trouble taking on odds that are to be honest.. Stacked against him!

Jack Bull catches Bell’s next kick and shoves him away, following it up with a kick up back to his feet! The fans cheer like crazy as Bull ducks under a hard shot by Bell! Bull is not so lucky with the next effort as Bell connects perfectly this time around, sending Bull to the mat hard! Tyreke Bell is on fire as he drops elbow after elbow unto Jack Bull, each time more viciously than the last.

Ashen rises to his feet now and finds Bell. He spins the Hardkore champion around and hooks an arm! The fans cheer loudly as Ashen nails a picture perfect suplex on Bell! Before Bell can react, Ashen rolls over on top of him and starts to use mounted punches! Bell lifts his arms to block each shot as Ashen holds nothing back!

Jack Bull sits up now across the ring, shaking off the cobwebs! He looks over his shoulder at the action and then stands up. Rushing to the ring ropes, he bounces off and uses a baseball slide, catching Ashen in the face! Ashen is sent rolling off of Bell as Bull rises up to one knee. Bell is sitting up now, checking his face for blood with one open hand. He sees Bull and the both of them rush one another, exchanging blows one after the other!!

The crowd really gets into it as both competitors let it all loose! Bull is the first to switch the gameplan now, ducking under a punch and scooping Bell up in the air for a shoulder driver! Bell slides out and lands behind him though, grabbing Bull by the waist! The crowd screams in approval as Bull slides his open hands under Bell’s arms, stopping the effort! The fans will Bull on now as his arms shake under the pressure! Slowly, he begins the process of pulling Bell’s grip off of him, his face contorted in pain!

The amazing sight is broken up as Ashen runs up on them both! He elbows Bell in the jaw, breaking up the hold! Bull reaches out to grab Ashen but finds only air as Ashen ducks and lifts Bull into the air for the helicopter slam! Bull is brought down to the mat hard as Ashen covers for the pin!

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Bull kicks out!

Ashen slams his fist hard into the mat and stands up, only to be kicked in the gut by a waiting Bell! Bell then hooks the arm and performs a perfect fisherman's suplex leading into a pin!!

1..
2.…
Ashen kicks out!

Bell rolls over quickly all business! Standing up, he is surprised to see a hand grab him from underneath! Jack Bull is on him quickly, rolling Bell up in a small package!!

1..
2.….
Bell kicks out!!

The fans cheer loudly at all the competitors in the ring!

Gibson: Wow.. Who would have guessed this? We have three brawlers in that ring doing something out of the normal.. Technical wrestling!

Xplode: That’s what happens when people judge other people.. They get disappointed. All three of those men know how to get it done when pushed to do so.

Gibson: The fans in this arena are loving every minute of it either way. Look at them standing to their feet!

The fans scream loudly as the three men in the ring slowly rise up once again. Ashen is the first to act as he steps towards Bull then suddenly plants his foot! He then elbows Bell in the face, catching the Hardkore champion off guard! Bell stumbles away holding his face in pain! Jack bull rushes Ashen now and the two lock up! Bull uses his powerful upper torso to gain control quickly, bringing Ashen in for the headlock! Clamping it on hard, Bull grits his teeth as Ashen fights to break free!

Bell rushes him from behind though and does the job instead, ripping Bull off of Ashen and spinning him around! Bull acts first out of experience, clothes lining Bell to the mat! Getting back to the task at hand, Bull turns to Ashen only to be scooped up and brought to the mat with the “Ashes of the Wake” Spinning tombstone piledriver! The fans scream as Ashen hooks the leg for the pin!!

Bull struggles mightily, shifting his weight slightly to cause Ashen to release him! Bull then lands on his feet and ducks under a wild clothesline from Ashen, one that connect with Church by pure luck!! Church tumbles to the mat shortly after leaving Ashen stunned for a second too long! Bull hooks an arm over his shoulder and nails the Bullseye on Ashen, driving him into the mat. He then covers for the pin!

1..
2...
3!

Skye: Your winner… Jack Bull!

Jack celebrates in the ring as his intro begins to play. Church glares at Ashen a moment. He then stands back up and exit’s the ring, accepting his hardcore title and backing up the ramp way.. Right into a waiting Immanuel Taylor! Grabbing Church form behind, Taylor hooks in a full nelson and shifts it into a face first face buster! The fans scream in excitement as Church is shown sprawled out, his title belt tumbling down the ramp way! Taylor then picks up the strap and flips it over his shoulder, walking out of view after!

Gibson: Taylor just stole the hardcore title!!

Xplode: Good for him! Now we see what Church does about it.

Jack Bull is shown in the ring watching the happenings. He then shakes his head and laughs as he continues ot celebrate with the fans! The feed fades out..

[primetime]

We fade back in as we see Brett Cross heading toward the ring. The brand new Lionheart championship is slung over his shoulder. As he reaches the doorway, he is suddenly stopped by Danny Tenfold who looks a bit disturbed..

Tenfold: Hey man, I guess I should thank you. I just don’t know what for.

Cross: Aye. The mighty Cross chooses his alliance when he feels it is right. Do not question these choices..

Tenfold: Wait.. What? Look man, I appreciate the help.. I really do. I had that match though, man.

Brett Cross turns to face Danny, towering over him.

Cross: From my eyes, it did not seem so. Chaos had taken over that ring. Consider yourself gifted to have been helped by Cross.. The Lionheart champion.

Cross leaves Danny in the hallway and leaves the camera view. The camera then zooms in on Tenfold as he shakes his head and speaks..

Tenfold: Alright. Then let’s play it your way..

[primetime]

The executive suite in the Madison Square Garden arena of New York City was always rented out to the General Manager or CEO of whichever sports promotion rented the arena’s space. Mark Rivera, baptized as the owner of the newly resurrected Asylum promotion, is seated behind a marble desk with his eyeglasses on and a paper in his right hand. Immanuel Taylor, former Hardkore champion, is standing far away from him staring out at the ring from the GM’s exclusive office window overlooking it. Rivera finishes drinking from his cup of cofffee and eyes Immanuel.

“Do you know why I summoned you here, peasant?”

"No" Immanuel is able to stomach Rivera's petty insults.

”Jesus, what is it with you? Why are you always sad?”

No response from Immanuel, who keeps his trademark stone-cold expression on. Not one wrinkle is present on his face.

“I summoned you here for our post-PPV evaluation routine checkup and here you are all wooden like and distant.” Rivera stops for a second and then lets out a wide smile. “Mhmm….is it because of your title loss at the PPV?”

Rivera lets out a loud laugh as Immanuel shakes his head in mild irritation. He looks around the office. Rivera reaches an end to his laughter. He clears his throat and readjusts his eyeglasses before placing his feet on the desk.

“As if exterminating Kirk Kennedy wasn’t enough, nature just had to keep showering me with gifts. I remember reading the summary of the show, you know those little black sheets they give out, and lo and behold! Immanuel Taylor loses his little precious title.. Tougher than it looks like, eh?

“Are you going to transfer me out of that divison?”

“I still haven’t decided”

“You want me to go and come back later so you can make up your mind?”

“No. You may not” Rivera pulls the paper he was reading closer to him. “Speaking of a transfer out of the Hardkore Division, do you know what this sheet of paper is about? It’s a recommendation from our head bookers to remove you from the Hardkore division. You recall our little conversation before your match where I instructed you to behave like a Hardkore champion? Yes, well the same booker who told me that having you as the champion is a PR disaster has drafted this request to transfer you away from the Hardkore divison. The man even scribbled in an “ASAP”. Your thoughts?”

“I’m just here to wrestle”

“Is that a yes or no?”

“You’re the boss”

“Yes…yes, I am.” Rivera could not pass up the chance to indulge in his endless pride. “I’m the owner. I make the decisions. Now if I were to follow the advice of my trusted minions I’d pull you out the Hardkore division as soon as possible. But I’m not going to do that. Oh no. In fact, Immanuel Taylor, I am officially extending your stay in the Hardkore divison. Your title loss wasn’t the end. It’s only the beginning of your tenure in the Hardkore divison”

No emotion from Immanuel Taylor. He nods.

“You’re not going to ask why?”

“No”

“Well, let me just say that if it doesn’t work out then it’ll at least be funny. You got driven head first into a Kitchen Sink, whacked with a toaster to the head. Who knows, maybe you’ll find yourself drowned in thumbtacks or put through a flaming table next.”

Rivera tucked away the transfer paper and got up to refill his cup of coffee. He signaled to the door.

“You can leave now”

Immanuel made his way outside the office as Rivera went to take care of his caffeine needs. He refills his cup and makes his way back to his desk. Suddenly, his hybrid of a telephone and intercom starts beeping. Rivera presses one of the buttons present on it.

"Yes"

"Mr. Rivera, there is a Mr. Ko..do..umm, I don't know to pronounce his last name, sir."

"Is he European?"

"Umm...I'm not sure. He's at the entrance, sir and..."

"Is his first name Vitali?" Rivera says after a sigh.

"Yes, sir. And...well, he says he has something urgent. According to what he told the security guards, he says he, and I quote, found something that will interest you. Do you want me to let the guards let him in?"

"We're in the middle of a show. I don't have time. Book him a room at the Marriott Marquis and book an appointment for him with me sometime tomorrow at that same hotel. Is that too hard?"

"No, sir"

Rivera already removed his finger of one of the many buttons embedded on his intercom. The camera slowly begins to zoom out before cutting away.

[primetime]

Triple Threat Match
Non Title
Brett Cross vs. Immanuel Taylor vs. Roy Viper

Skye: The following contest is a non-title triple threat match for one fall, first to the ring is the NEW Asylum Lionheart Champion, weighing in at three-hundred-and-thirty-six pounds, he is the God of Midgaard… BRETT CROSS!

The guitar intro of Hermod's Ride to Hel begins to blare out of the PA system, htiting hard as pyros go off over the entrance and Brett Cross with the Lionheart title about his waist makes his way out from underneath a waterfall of golden sparks, not wasting any time. As the drums enter, the audience stomps their feet in unison with the rhythm, shaking the entire arena with their cheers. The theme continues as Cross walks swiftly down the ramp, his face full of motivation, his focus nowhere else but the ring.

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

Gibson: Brett Cross, an imposing force, now with the gold to match! It’ll take some doing to get that belt off of him now!

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

Skye: And making his way to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland weighing in at two-hundred-and-forty-one 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. Immanuel stands in one of the four corners erect with his arms on either side of his lean, slim body.

Skye: And finally, from Dublin Ireland, weighing two-hundred-and-forty-seven pounds, he is the backstabbing bastard… ROY VIPER!

Sara walks down to the ring holding a small rubber mallet. As she enters the ring she waves her right hand to the curtain as “Divide” by Disturbed starts. Roy walks out onto the stage to a chorus of thunderous boos. 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.

Gibson: And Roy Viper now… What do you think, Xplode, is he a more hated man than Mark Rivera?

Xplode: Tough question. He’s definitely shot up the asshole rankings of late, but I’m not sure he’s there just yet.

Roy Heads down the ramp at a leisurely pace. After ignoring the fans and their abuse, Roy runs to the ring and slides in before walking to the corner and mounts the ropes before laying down across the near left corner, smirking at his opponents, particularly Brett Cross.
The referee calls for the bell and the match begins.

DING! DING! DING!

Brett Cross wastes no time and charges down Roy Viper with a vicious clothesline, but Roy ducks under it and rolls out of the ring, waving to Brett Cross from the outside. Brett shakes his head and points at Viper, telling him to get back in the ring, but Roy just shakes his head. Out of nowhere, Immanuel Taylor grabs Cross from behind, summoning great strength and lifting him up and backwards, hitting a powerful German Suplex, Cross hitting the mat hard.

Gibson: Do you think that Immanuel Taylor is… Siding with Roy Viper here?

Xplode: I don’t think he cares. Taylor probably doesn’t even know what’s happened here, he’s just treating this as a match, and he isn’t bothered about punishing Roy for what he did at Retribution. A pin on Cross is as good as a pin on Viper, really.

Taylor waits for Cross to get up and then whips him to a corner, following him in with a shoulder charge. Taylor then begins laying into Cross with a slew of boxing-type shots to the chest. Cross seems to be struggling, but he gives a great roar, rears back and headbutts Taylor, knocking him back and giving the Viking some room. Cross then reaches outs and grabs Taylor with one arm, pulling him in close and sending him to the canvas with half Nelson slam. Cross pulls Taylor up, hitting a few punches and whipping him to the ropes, catching him on the return with a big power slam, covering for the first pin of the match.

One…

Kickout!

Taylor gets a shoulder up as Brett stands, turning to Viper, telling him to fight him like a man, but The Cobra refuses, still stood on the outside with Sara.

Gibson: I’ve said it before, you just can’t trust a snake! Roy Viper proved this last night in front of the world!

Xplode: When did you ever say that? You used to be a Roy Viper fangirl, cheering him on and talking about how much heart he had!

Brett turns back to Taylor and pulls him up, looking for a suplex, but Taylor catches him off-guard with a knife-edge chop to the chest, followed up by a second and third, he then whips the Viking to the far side of the ring, charging in with a spear, planting Cross on the mat. Taylor then pulls Cross up and hits a T-Bone suplex, he covers.

One…

Kickout with authority!

Cross literally throws Taylor off of him, getting back to his feet and charging at Cross with a big clothesline that sends both men to the outside. Roy Viper moves around to get a view as both men lie in a heap on the floor. Viper nods, pulling a black steel chair out from under the ring and running at the pair, blasting Cross in the head with the chair as he sits up. Roy then brings the chair down on the ribs of Cross, then a second time.

Gibson: Do you think it’s the same chair from Retribution?

Xplode: That’s a stupid question. That chair has a Kennedy-sized dent in it, thanks to Roy Viper…

Roy turns the chair, holding it edge down over Cross’ throat, looking to destroy him with one shot. The referee is shouting at Roy not to, but triple threat rules mean that he can’t actually do anything to stop him as it’s all legal. Viper lifts the chair higher, and as he prepares to bring it down, he finds himself lying on his back, the chair beside him. Immanuel Taylor gets up now, having swept the legs of Roy Viper, Taylor looks at the chair and shakes his head, pulling Roy up and rolling him into the ring, following him in. Roy is quickly up and looks for a dropkick on Taylor, but fails to connect, and Taylor grabs him, hitting a brainbuster suplex, driving Roy head-first into the mat as the crowd cheer. Taylor covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Roy kicks out, but looks to be in a bad state, the brainbuster having taken a lot of him. Taylor pulls Roy up hits a hip toss, following up with a kick to the back as Roy yells out in pain from the stiff shot. Taylor then sees that Cross is still down outside of the ring, so whilst Roy is in a seated position, he puts him in the butterfly lock, wrenching the arms. Roy struggles against the hold, as Taylor keeps it locked in tightly, refusing to let Roy escape. Roy arches back, trying to get to a vertical base, but Taylor simply wraps his legs around Roy’s waist and releases the arms, grabbing the head instead, switching to a body scissor sleeper. Roy flails around and manages to roll enough to get some space, hitting an elbow on Taylor, then a second and a third, finally escaping his clutches. Taylor gets up quickly, but Roy is struggling to his feet with the assistance of the ropes.

As Roy is catching his breath, he finds himself trapped, as Brett Cross grabs his feet from the outside, holding him against the ropes. Roy kicks Cross off and turns back around into Immanuel Taylor, who grabs him and hits a big vertical suplex as Cross gets into the ring. Taylor turns to Cross, rather than covering and the two exchange a few punches, Cross’ hitting hard, but Taylor hitting just as hard, thanks to the chair shots to Cross’ ribs. Cross grabs Taylor for an Irish whip, but Taylor reverses it, sending Cross to the ropes. The Viking hits the ropes and rebounds, leaping at Taylor with a clothesline, flooring him. Cross covers him.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Gibson: So close and yet so far for Brett Cross!

Cross pulls Taylor up for a powerbomb, but Taylor grabs Cross’ legs, refusing to be lifted, he then shows great power of his own, by lifting Cross for a back body drop. Cross hits the mat, and Taylor, exhausted by the move, slumps over him for a cover.

One…

Two…

Interrupted!

Roy Viper breaks things up with an elbow drop to keep the match going. Viper pulls Taylor up and whips him to the corner, chasing him in with a running knee strike to the chest. Taylor drops to the floor, so Roy begins stomping the crap out of him as the crowd boos. Roy looks up and smirks, flipping them off, and carrying on. He pulls Taylor up and hits a spike DDT on him, covering for the pin.

One…

Two…

Interrupted!

It’s Brett Cross now that breaks up the pin, grabbing Roy’s leg and dragging him off of Taylor, before hauling him up. Cross throws Viper into the corner now, rushing in with a massive boot, almost taking off Roy’s head. Cross then lays into Roy with a barrage of punches to the gut, finishing up with a huge right hand to the temple, as Roy slumps to the mat in a seated position, so Brett steps back and runs in, hitting a knee strike to the face.

Gibson: Immanuel Taylor may not care, but I think Brett Cross is looking to beat down Roy Viper here to teach him what happens to backstabbers!

Xplode: Is that smart though? Roy’s clearly one of Mark Rivera’s favourites right now, if Cross demolishes him, I’m sure Rivera will then punish Cross too!

Gibson: I don’t think that Brett Cross cares too much about that!

Cross approaches Roy, pulling him up and then taking a thumb to the eye, followed by a knee to the groin. Cross slumps, and Roy slaps him across the cheek before hitting a DDT on the big Viking. Roy shouts for Sara to pass him the mallet, which she does so, albeit a little reluctantly. Viper smirks and smashes it into the ribs of Cross, once, twice, and three times, he drops it and kicks Cross out of the ring, as he lands on the mat with a thud.

Viper turns around to find Taylor back on his feet and the pair tie up, Taylor taking the advantage after a knee to the gut, whipping Roy to the ropes and catching him in the return with a flapjack. Taylor then pulls Roy up, but also gets a thumb to the eye, as Roy shows absolutely no regard for fair play. Roy then grabs Taylor and tries to whip him, but gets no joy, as Taylor reverses it with an Irish whip of his own, hitting a belly-to-belly suplex on The Cobra. Taylor then pulls Roy up for a suplex, bit Roy drops out of it, and as Taylor turns around, The Cobra strikes, jumping into the air and grabbing Taylor’s head, hitting the Venom Injection out of nowhere.

One…

Two…

Three!

Roy stands up, celebrating his win as Sara climbs into the ring slowly.

Skye: And your winner… Roy Viper…

The boos are almost deafening as Roy continues to celebrate, Cross getting to his feet outside of the ring and shouting at Roy, telling him that he’s not done yet.

Xplode: I hate to say it, but that’s an impressive win for Roy Viper. Maybe this whole deal with Rivera has got him fired up, he seems a different man, much more vicious, with no regard for the rules…

The fans boo loudly as Viper is shown glancing in Cross’s direction. Cross is shown slowly rising to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs. As the crowd continues to boo loudly, Viper walks over to the side of the ring, rolling under the bottom rope to ringside. He then picks up the newly christened Lionheart championship and glances in Cross’s direction..

Gibson: No.. not again. Someone stop that mad man!!

Viper looks at the back of Cross’s unsuspecting head, raising the title belt into place! Suddenly, the crowd explodes into cheers as Danny Tenfold rushes down the ramp way! In a showing of pure skill, Danny literally leaps into the air, landing on the metal steps! He then lunges off of the steps and drop kicks Viper in the chest, sending the man to the mat! The fans scream for Danny as Cross finally realizes what is going on!

Gibson: Look at this! Now Tenfold is saving Cross?!!

Xplode: Wow… this is getting very interesting. It’s like a game of.. Who is better than who?

Cross stares at Tenfold a moment and then to Viper’s fallen form. He then picks up his title belt and heads up the ramp way. Tenfold watches with a smile as the scene fades out..

[primetime]

The next segment opens up as we see Mark Rivera on the phone in his office. Mister Luck enters through a nearby door as Rivera places the receiver on the cradle. Finding a seat in anice leather chair, Rivera shakes Luck’s hand as Luck finds a seat as well.

Luck: Well, that could have gone better.

Rivera: Yes, it could have.

Luck: I didn’t see Xplode getting involved at all. What the hell is with you making that match anyway?

Rivera grins as he clasps his hands together.

Rivera: First of all, we are here for ratings. Ratings get us paid handsomely like we are. The thought of Xplode stepping back in the ring never occurred to me but lets face it.. He is ratings in an extreme sense. We really hit a homerun by getting him back in the ring.

Luck: Um, ok. What about Dave and I though? Ever thought about us in all of that grand scheme of yours? This is Xplode and fucking Oblivion we are talking about! One of them is difficult enough to handle.

Rivera: Are you saying that my confidence in you has been misplaced? I have thought about you and Dave but I still see nothing to worry over. You both are the future of this industry. You get to prove it now, not just by beating the hell out of Oblivion.. But by facing Xplode as well. Imagine the fame that this will reward the both of you! Couple that with that title shot you have and it’s safe ot say that you may just be the greatest champion of all time!! This is a good thing for you..

Luck remains silent a moment before answering.

Luck: Alright. You are right. We got this. We will destroy the Hunter brothers and pave our way to victory!

Rivera: At a boy! Now please, I need a moment to make a phonecall..

Nodding, Luck leaves the room, excited about what was just spoken about. Rivera waits for the door to shut and then begins to dial a number on his cell phone..

Rivera: Yes, everything is as it should be. Finally, Toby Hunter will feel my wrath… what?… He will lose, trust me… if he doesn’t, there is always plan B. I know YOU can handle him if they don’t. I am a man of my word.

[primetime]

Main Event
EUW Tag Team Title Match
Damaged Goods vs. Dogs of War

Gibson: Welcome back to the action as we prepare for the main event of the evening. Tonight, the tag team champions, Damaged Goods, square off against the challenger’s.. The Dogs of War. Tonight, we are in for a doozy. The last time we saw the tag champs, they were face down after a brutal attack at the hands of Dogs of War

Xplode: For sure. There will be some payback in order after this.

Gibson: Let’s get to ringside where Mark Rivera waits with microphone in hand!

The feed switches to the ring.

Skye: The following match will be for the EUW Tag Team Championships. Coming to the ring first, the challengers. The Dogs of War!

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

Skye: Next, their opponents.. The Tag Team Champions… Damaged Goods!

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

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

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

Gibson: All four men prepare for battle. Is it me or is the tension in that ring unbelievable?

Xplode: Of course, The Dogs of War really did a number on the DG Crew. Bad Blood is already brewing in there.

Randy White offers to lead off for his team while Superbitch does the same. Both of them approach one another as the bell is rung. The fans are cheering loudly in anticipation of the match. As the two competitors lock up, the fans scream louder. Superbitch reacts faster, kicking White in the gut! She then runs to the ropes, bounces off, and comes back only to bulldog White to the mat below! White struggles to get back up, only to have an elbow dropped on to his head! Superbitch then points at Chance Fusion.

Fusion hops over the top rope and slaps hands with Superbitch. They both step back and wait as White slowly rises to his feet. Simultaneously, they super kick White right in the chops, driving him back down to the mat! Fusion quickly covers for the pin!

1...
White kicks out!

Gibson: Great team work off the bat by the Dogs of War here. Impressive stuff.

Rolling over quickly, Fusion grabs White by his long hair and drags him into the corner. Fusion then tags in Superbitch as she ascends the top turnbuckle! Fusion holds the arm of White out as Superbitch comes down upon it with a elbow! White falls to the mat now holding his arm, he is in agony! Before Fusion can react and leave the ring though, Scott Lawson is in the ring unleashing a hellish spear form behind! The fans scream in approval as the referee ushers him back out of the ring!

Upon his knees now, White can do nothing as Superbitch holds his chin and then slugs him hard! The crowd boos loudly as Superbitch tries it again, only to have her legs yanked out from under her in a last ditch move by White!! The fans scream as White kicks up to his feet and shakes off the cobwebs! He turns as Superbitch rushes him, lifting her up and laying her out with a spine buster! White then runs to the ring, bounces off, rolls unto the mat, and then springs into the air with a flying body splash!!

Gibson: WOW! Impressive!

With the fans now behind him and his adrenaline taking over, White runs to a nearby turnbuckle and leap frogs to the top with extreme agility! He raises both hands… only to have his legs yanked out from underneath him by Chance Fusion from ringside! White lands upon his crotch, only to be grabbed by a once again aware Superbitch! She holds his head and uses the buckle to nail a super DDT! She covers for the pin yet again!

1...
2.….
Lawson rushes into the ring and stomps them to break up the pin!

Superbitch tries to regain her posture but is repeatedly stomped by Lawson instead! Chance Fusion hops into the ring, only for Lawson to turn in his direction and spear him to the mat once more! Lawson then stands up with arms stretched out, howling to the heavens! Fusion is on the mat holding his ribs and across the ring, Superbitch is holding her head.

Xplode: Lawson is a damn savage out there. Nice to see a new guy picking up steam here.

Gibson: It is, the Damaged Goods Crew are an impressive team to say the least.

Randy White slowly rises to his feet as Lawson exit’s the ring once more. White then stumbles forward towards his corner. Superbitch sees this and rises to her feet, rushing up behind White and grabbing him from behind! She pulls back and plants White into the mat with a German Suplex! She then rises up once again, picking up White with her! She drives his head in between her knees…

Xplode: That’s hawt. It is always nice to watch a burley bitch act like a dude.

Gibson: I think she is pretty.. In her own way.

Superbitch hoists White into the air into the powerbomb position! Somehow, White manages to gather himself, grabbing her head on the way down and bringing her face first into the mat with a face buster! The fans scream loudly as she hit’s the mat hard! White then scrambles on hands and knees to tag in Scott Lawson!

Lawson is in the ring now as the fans scream loudly! He is a man possessed as he meets Fusion in the center of the ring! He easily scoops up the former pure champion, hucking Fusion up on his shoulders. Lawson walks across the ring a moment with Fusion in tow, only to bring him down to the mat with a huge gorilla press slam! Superbitch is back on her feet now, moving about groggily! Lawson approaches her from behind, grabbing her by the back of her long hair and planting her into the nearby turnbuckle face first! Superbitch stumbles backwards, right into a drop kick by Randy White from off the nearby turnbuckle!!

Gibson: Look at them go!!

The fans are cheer loudly now as Lawson scoops up Superbitch, holding her in the back breaker position! On que, White bounces off the ring ropes and grabs her into the diamond cutter position! The both of them bring Superbitch down to the mat with some amazing team work!

Gibson: INFUSION! Damaged Goods just used the Infusion! This could be it!

Heading back to his corner of the ring, White leaves the scene. Lawson turns around and is suddenly hit with a hard clothesline from Fusion! Lawson is stunned but does not go down! Fusion runs to the ropes once more and uses the momentum to try yet again! Lawson stumbles back further but still does not go down! Fusion, now heated, rushes to the ropes and bounces off a third time! Lawson is ready though but finds nothing as Fusion slides between his legs and then rises back up, grabbing Lawson by the head and planting him to the mat with the inverted DDT!!

Fusion rolls over feeling good about himself now. He looks down upon Lawson with a smile, turning around right into a flying Randy White! Launching off the top turnbuckle, Randy lands on top of Fusion in a seated position! He then twists and brings Fusion to the mat with a super hurricana-rama! The fans cheer loudly now as White stands back up and points to the ropes! He runs to the ropes after, rolling forward and then springing to his feet! He then launches off the bottom rope and lands with a body splash upon Fusion!

Gibson: Amazing!!!

Lawson, now back on his feet, walks over to Fusion and picks him back up to his feet! He holds him in the air around his waist as White uses the ropes once more, launching into the air on the return and nailing The Core! (Dudley Death Drop)Fusion lands face first as Lawson covers for the pin! Superbitch tries desperately to break up the pin but is drop kicked to the mat by Randy White in the clutch!!

1..
2..
3!!

Skye: Your winners and still the Asylum Tag Team Champions.. Damaged Goods!

The crowd cheers as Damaged Good celebrates in the ring!

Gibson: Amazing match here in the main event from these two men! Can anyone touch these champions?

Xplode: With the tag scene heating up, I am sure we will find out soon enough.

Gibson: I am Rock Gibson, and this is Xplode. We will see you in 2 weeks for another episode of SNV!