7/10 SNV

[primetime]

The feed begins as we see Mark Rivera seated behind a desk. He has a phone pressed against his ear as he listens intently. Behind him, various “EUW” banners and items are shown shoved hastily into a trash can. Leaning back in his chair, Rivera takes a frustrated deep breath.

Rivera: What? Are you kidding me? I told you, I want no one to head out to that ring from now on unless I give the okay. I run this ship quite a bit different than Kennedy did. This is my show… and I intend on reminder anybody who needs it.

Seated across from him, two of the newest stars in the company relax upon chairs as well. Hughes turns his head and glances in Brandon Young’s direction. They both then turn to focus upon Rivera once more who is now standing up and becoming more and more physically animated.

Rivera: I don’t give a damn who he is! If he makes his way out to that ring, you can consider your ass fired! Do you understand me?

Slamming the phone down now, Rivera looks at Hughes and Young and says nothing. Young decides to comment instead.

Young: Something wrong, Boss?

Rivera: Something wrong? That is an understatement. Let’s just say, possibly the biggest pain in my ass that could ever be possible is heading out to that ring and there isn’t a thing that I could do about it. Or.. Maybe there is…

Rivera turns and heads to the door abruptly. Stopping to grab the door knob, he looks over his shoulder and speaks before he leaves..

Rivera: Oh.. And welcome to my Asylum.

He then leaves the room, leaving Hughes and Young alone. Standing up and leaving as well, Hughes says nothing. Young instead leans back in his chair and begins to laugh..

Young: Great. What the fuck kind of company is this?

Fireworks spew out from the stage area as fans scream in anticipation! A large banner slowly unravels over the stage area that reads “ASYLUM” as the fans suddenly begin to boo loudly. As the camera feeds pans around to show the many fans in attendance, is finally comes to a stop at the ring commentator table. Seated is Rock Gibson with a headset on his head. Next to him is a new person though.

Gibson: Hello and welcome to another exciting week of Sunday Night Vengeance! I am Rock Gibson and tonight, I am honored to introduce my new partner in crime.. “Glorious” Sidney Long! It’s nice to have you by my side tonight! You have some large shoes to fill.

Long: Large shoes! Let me tell you something! I am Sidney Long, the Glorious one! You are looking at a pure professional when it comes to this job and if you do not watch yourself, I may replace you as well.. Just as I have that has been, Xplode!

Gibson: Wow, I hope you have the balls to say that to his face!

Long: Balls? I would say it to Mark Rivera himself if that was how I felt! Rivera is too good of a man though to ever feel that way about.

Gibson: Oh brother. Anyway, we are hot off the heels of an exciting show two weeks ago where the stakes were raised once again! I can hardly… wait… I am getting word that there is an issue backstage!

Long: Good, issues make excitement.. And excitement means SIDNEY LONG!

The feed switches backstage as we see various Asylum employees laid out upon the concrete flooring. The fans mumble amongst themselves as the camera desperately searches for the cause of the attacks. As it rolls through the hallways, we see a few doors kicked open and more security guards unconscious. Then… we see a man in a dark leather jacket heading to the ring, walking up a flight of steps! The crowd begins to cheer immediately as he steps through the curtain… “The Enemy” by Godsmack begins to play!

Gibson: Uh oh! It looks like you will get the chance to back up your words now! Xplode is here! Xplode is here! The Strategic Assassin has entered the building!

Long: Just great! He was fired two weeks ago! Take a hint! What he should be doing is preparing for his match tonight! The rust on that man must be as legendary as his ego!

Stepping into view, Xplode stops and stares out at the fans. He then takes a sip from his “Monster” Energy drink, tossing it into the fans as he heads towards the ring. Camera flashes erupt as the fans cheer him on! Arriving at ringside, Xplode turns and glares as Sidney Long. Long says nothing as the two time World Champion ascends the metal steps and enters the ring. The fans scream like crazy as he is handed a microphone by returning Ring Announcer… John Walt! Staring out at the fans, Xplode chews upon a gob of gum as they continue to worship him with gestures of bows and waving!

Xplode: Alright. Let’s get to business…

The fans scream once more as Xplode paces the ring a minute. He then turns to the camera feed and begins to speak once again.

Xplode: For those who don’t know who I am… I AM XPLOOOOOOOOODE! I am the best that has EVER stepped in this ring and don’t you forget it!

The fans stand up in scream now, drowning out any attempt for him to speak. Staring out in disbelief, Xplode wait’s a moment to give the fans their time to respond and then he begins once more.

Xplode: Tonight, I am going to be stepping in the ring against my brother. The Las Vegas Commission have no chance in hell. The thing is, as I prepared for my match tonight, I couldn’t help but wonder how to jackasses like Mister Luck and Big Dave ever found themselves taken seriously in anything?! Coupled with that manager of theirs, they are like the damn three stooges! I mean, they are funny to watch for sure but who the hell cares about them?! I have no doubt in my mind that my brother can take them by himself but after sitting my ass in that announcer’s booth for as long as I have… I wanted in on the fun.

The fans scream in response!

Xplode: So tonight, we get to have a little fun together. We get to go on a little trip if you will. Call it.. Memory lane. Oh and Sidney Long, enjoy that job. You seem like the type of guy to fit in perfectly with that job.

The feed pans to Sidney Long.

Long: Well.. Thank you! Maybe you aren’t such a bad guy after all!?

The feed switches to the ring yet again.

Xplode: Being a Ring Commentator requires the need to sit on your ass and kiss ample enough ass. I can’t do either of those things. I prefer to actually have a damn life. That being said, I have a little something to share with you all tonight. You see, good old Mark Rivera would die if he knew I was about to say this to you all… so I am going to say it. I was doing a little digging around recently, and I stumbled across a little loophole in regards to just who really owns the EU-

The fans boo instantly as Mark Rivera storms through the entrance and down the ramp way!

Xplode: Well, speak of the devil..

Walking up the metal steps, Rivera enters the ring as the booing continues. Xplode smirks as Rivera begins to speak.

Rivera: Now hold on just a minute. Jaden, we both know what you are about to say and I assure you… it is not true. You know that I have always held the highest level of respect for you. Let’s not argue amongst ourselves. Hell, if you want that commentator job back.. It’s all yours! I will fire Long or Gibson.. You pick! I could even fire them both!

Xplode: Cute… No, Mark. The two of us go way back now don’t we? I always said I would get even with you for putting me in that triple threat match against Daggerson and Sabora. I mean what I say. Which is why, I am not going to tell my little secret right now.

The fans boo as Rivera sighs in relief.

Rivera: Good. I am glad that you came to your senses. Now if you-

Xplode (Interrupting): I will speak the truth.. At Scars and Stripes. You have been a very bad boy. Your balls have grown bigger than your body can haul around. It’s time I cut them off for you and bring a little reality to this shit hole. Enjoy the Asylum bullshit. It ends next month.

The fans cheer once again as Rivera raises a hand in protest.

Rivera: It’s unfortunate that we can not co-exist. Then you leave me no choice.

The fans scream loudly as The Las Vegas Commission runs down the ramp way, sliding into the ring! Roy Viper follows behind them as the three of them surround Xplode! The fans begin to boo now as Rivera smiles.

Rivera: Nobody threatens me, Jaden. Not you.. Not anybody. Things aren’t like they used to be. You don’t run things anymore. I will leave you with a few playmates. I just hope there is enough of you left to actually compete tonight.

Rivera exit’s the ring as Xplode tries desperately to keep his eyes upon the attackers before him. Luck steps forward, feinting as Xplode faces him. Viper grabs him first, only to be shoved away and kicked in the gut! Dave is next to grab Xplode, only to be elbowed in the jaw hard. Luck finally manages to turn the tide as he takes Xplode down to the mat from behind! All three men begin to stomp Xplode hard as he desperately tries to block the attacks!

Gibson: Come on! Someone help him!

Long: Bow down to the awesomeness that is Mark Rivera! I love that man! Take no prisoners, boss!

The stompings continue until the fans begin to scream now! Running down the ramp way, Jack Bull slides into the ring! Immediately he grabs Dave, taking him to the mat with a hard elbow to the face! Roy Viper grabs Bull and attempts a neck breaker, only to be shoved away and clotheslined hard ot the mat! Luck reaches out now, one step ahead, and quickly counters an attack by Bull! He then DDT’s Bull to the mat hard beside Xplode! The fans begin to boo as Luck places a boot upon Bull’s chest in victory! All three men reconvene and begin to stomp Bull now as the carnage continues!

Rivera: Look at that.. Chaos Theory has been reunited.. Only to be put down like the old dogs that they are! There is a lesson to be learned, I assure you.

The fans boo loudly now as the stomping continue. Jack Bull is about to give in when the fans cheer once again! Oblivion emerges from the entrance with a 2 baseball bats in hand! Running pass Rivera, Oblivion slides into the ring as the Las Vegas Commission and Roy Viper spread out! Oblivion tosses a bat at Xplode and another at Jack Bull as all three men wait in the ring! The fans begin to cheer as the three men dare anyone to enter and attack once again! Luck is shown smiling as he backs up to the walkway!

Gibson: Oblivion is here! All hell is breaking loose out here and the show is just starting!

Long: Amazing. Those cheaters deserve to be punished!

Jack Bull climbs the ropes with bat in hand, begging Luck to get back in the ring! Oblivion circles the ring behind him as Xplode points in their direction. Mark Rivera is now shown backing up the ramp way shaking his head… as the feed fades out..

[primetime]

“Divided” by Disturbed begins to blare through the arena speakers as the crowd start to boo, seeing Roy Viper walk out onto the stage, he’s without his entourage for the time being, heading down to the ring alone, ignoring the boos. He rolls under the bottom rope and calls for a microphone as his music dies down.

Gibson: This guy again? He used to be a real fan favourite and now just looking at him makes me want to throttle him for what he did!

Long: What he did? My boy, what this man did was nothing short of a master stroke, he has single handedly saved this company from the ruin that Kirk Kennedy would surely have led it to. Roy Viper is nothing short of a hero, and these fans should treat him like one!

The boos quieten down and Roy begins to speak.

Viper: I’ve come out here alone, because I want to talk to you, the fans, and I want to do it alone, so that you know that I mean every word I’m saying. You see, people keep asking me why I did what I did, and I’m getting sick of it. It’s painfully clear what I did.

I did what was best for Roy Viper.

The crowd start to boo again, some throwing rubbish towards the ring.

Viper: You can boo all that you want, but just look at the results! I’m in a world title match tonight, and I’m finally getting to where I deserve to be. You see, not so long ago, I took the chance to speak to you all after a match with Bane, and I didn’t tell you any lies then and I won’t tell you any lies now. I’m an honest man, just ask Kirk Kennedy!

Gibson: I’m sure Kirk would tell us exactly what kind of a man Roy Viper is-

Long: Quiet down, son, no-one cares what you have to say, and Roy’s far from done!

Viper: I said I was done sitting back and watching other people climb the ladder. I said I was going to start looking out for number one… I was going to make sure that 2011 was MY year… The year of the Viper! You see, that’s when it hit me. Like a chair shot to the head… If I stayed working for Kennedy, I wasn’t going to go anywhere. He had me carrying Jackal’s sorry ass around for months, and he never gave me the recognition I deserved. Mark Rivera saw the spark in me, he knew that I was a great man, capable of great things.

I upheld my end of our bargain, and tonight, Mark is keeping his word with this title match. I said I would make Ireland proud, and I’ve done just that. I have put Dublin City on the map, and I have made sure that my name will be forever remembered in this industry. I am already a part of the history of the Asylum, but more than that, I’m on my way to becoming its future. This year will be just the beginning, and it all begins tonight, so sit back and watch, you’ll see exactly what The Cobra is all about!

Roy drops the microphone as the crowd jeer and boo again, as the show cuts to a commercial break…

[primetime]

Gibson: Wow… welcome back. Before the show went on air, the Asylum hosting a few “Dark Matches”. The following is a short wrap up of what went down.. and who made the difference!

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Dark Match #1
Non Televised
Standard Rules
Bane vs. Diabolik

Dark Match 1: Bane vs. Diabolik. The night began with Diabolik taking the early lead, using fast an decisive attacks against Bane. Diabolik showed more confidence than normal as he dug deep into his movelist, performing repeated German Suplexes without missing a beat. Bane fought back whenever he could though, taking Diabolik down at one point with a piledriver that sent the house into a frenzy. A cobra clutch was used by Bane to wear down Diabolik next, only to have Diabolik grab the ropes to break up the hold. Both men quickly get to their feet only to have Bane apply his finisher.. The Scales of Justice! Bane gets the 3 count for the win! (Winner: Bane)

• 
  

Dark Tag Match #2
Non Televised
Standard Rules
Redemption vs. Dogs of War

Dark Match 2: Redemption vs. The Dogs of War. Excitement in the Tag Team division was at an all time high tonight as The Dogs of War and Redemption really let it all out in the ring. Redemption was the first to make an impact as the duo utilized a plethora of tag team maneuvers such as the Slingshot low drop kick! The Dogs of War gave back everything that they took however as Chance Fusion reminded the world as to why he is still a major player in the industry, assault Ethan Bonelo with reckless abandon before Suplexing him literally out of the ring! SuperBitch held up her end of the bargain with a display of power that not only impressed the crowd but those in the locker room as well. Working as a fine oiled machine, Redemption managed to set up for their finisher.. The End of Sorrows! (Winner: Redemption.)

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Dark Match #3
Non Televised
Standard Rules
Ewan Jakeway vs. Drake Johnson

Dark Match 3: Ewan Jakeway vs. Drake Johnson. Jakeway wasted no time to attack as he started off the match with a chain of moves, beginning with the release full nelson suplex and then a fall away slam! Johnson took it all though and came back with his own deadly idea of revenge with a well placed head buster, setting up for the Johnny Knocker after! The fans were really into it, as both man took things to ringside. Metal chairs were scattered at the both of them abused the ring pole! Jakeway, after driving Johnson into the pole numerous times, ended up on top of the commentator’s table before being suplexed off of it to the concrete flooring! It did not take long for the battle to spill back in the ring though as Jakeway would steal the win with his finisher.. New Afterlife. (Winner: Ewan Jakeway)

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Gibson: All three of those matches were highlight reel material!

Long: I will have to agree. The young talent that Rivera has found since his inception as grand ruler have been nothing short of spectacular!

Gibson: Grand ruler? Really?

Long: Well, yes! There is no shame in looking up to a damn good leader. You should try it sometime!

The fans cheer loudly as Rock Gibson turns to look at the viewer.

Gibson: That being said, let’s go to backstage where we await word from Jack Rodgers!

The feed switches backstage now were Jack Rodgers is shown smiling at the camera! Beside him is the Asylum World Champion.. The Scorpion. Adjusting his coat, Rodgers begins to speak.

Rodgers: We are here with the World Champion, Scorpion. Do you have any thoughts on your match tonight, champ? You are facing three of the best in the company that could easily-

Rolling his eyes back behind his head, Scorpion begins to mumble loudly, causing Rodgers to immediately stop talking. Finally, Scorpion shifts his posture and begins to speak..

Scorpion: Tonight.. Sins will be raid in full. Thanks to the one who looks down upon us all, I have found success in defending this relic…

Rodgers: Relic? I don’t understand what you mean.

Scorpion: Do you truly believe that this World Title holds the all powerful heart of this industry? I am only a symbol of something greater, for only through grief may one truly find one’s self. My opponent’s tonight all share one common sin, and I shall play the part of a Arch Angel for them. Jack Bull, we have already shared the ring before, and I have seen the determination inside of your soul. You have already proven that you lack what is necessary to stand before the eyes of the great one and deem yourself worthy. Roy Viper, treachery is your game. This game only holds one inevitable outcome for you. For when one plays with a darkness that they can not truly understand… they risk the result of being swallowed up by it. You are in that situation..

Rodgers: Let’s not forget the former World Champion, TITAN. You both share a bit of history, don’t you?

Scorpion: Share? This monster and I are nothing alike. I walk the path of righteousness while he craves only destruction. I look to be worthy of my master while he lives the path of the sinner. Tonight, I shall expose his inner fears and bring down this man… once and for all. I will not turn over this.. Relic… to any of these men. The chosen one who has been handpicked to take my place has not arrived as of yet…

Scorpion walks away suddenly, leaving Rodgers alone.

Rodgers: Um.. Back to ringside?

[primetime]

Tag Match
Standard Rules
Violent Conduct vs. Body and Soul

Walt: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall. On their way to the ring 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 raise their arms and cheer as they begin their walk down to the ring, slapping hands with some of the fans along the way. TJ enters the ring first and goes to the turnbuckle to play to the crowd whilst Travis does the same from the middle of the ropes.

Walt: And their opponents, 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: Well Sidney, looks like it’s time to call your first match as an Asylum commentator! Looking forwards to it? I know I’m excited, this match is going to be great! I can just tell! It’s-

Long: Good Lord, son, you’re like a small child on crack. Calm down! Honestly, I’m amazed Xplode put up with you for as long as he did!

Gibson: Xplode and I got on very well! It was all just banter, nothing more!

Long: That’s certainly not the way that he tells it…

Blain steps out of the ring, as Travis Gunners does the same, leaving TJ and Eric Anderson to start the match. Anderson and TJ approach each other, shaking hands as the bell is rung and the match begins.

DING! DING! DING!

Anderson quickly looks for some offence, hitting a few rapid chops and catching TJ off guard with the speed of the assault. Anderson follows up with a dropkick, but it only drops TJ to one knee, so he hits a dropkick to the knee instead, sending TJ to the mat. Anderson quickly stomps away on the legs of TJ, but the big man is soon back up to his feet as the two back away from each other. Anderson rushes in with a basement dropkick, but TJ simply jumps forwards to avoid the attack, spinning around and hitting a big clothesline on Anderson, sending him forcefully to the mat.

TJ pulls Anderson up roughly, whipping him to the ropes, catching him on the return and hitting the Impact Bomb (Two-Handed Choke Bomb), planting him firmly on the mat and going for the first cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Anderson gets a shoulder up to break the pin, as John Blain begins clapping, trying to get the crowd onside whilst willing on his partner. Travis turns to face the fans and throws one arm up in the air, getting a small pop as he attempts to get the rest of the crowd on his side.

Gibson: I think it’s great to see both teams entertaining the fans and trying to involve them in the match!

Long: I think it’s a waste of time. These fans are fickle, they’ll cheer now, but one wrong move by either team and they’ll start to boo and jeer. At least the two guys in the ring have enough sense not to play to the crowd.

TJ pulls Anderson up again and whips him to the Body and Soul corner, as he tags in his partner. Travis pulls Anderson out of the corner and lifts him for a spinebuster as TJ rebounds off of the ropes for a clothesline, hitting the “Leaving ‘Em Out To Dry” on Eric Anderson. TJ climbs out of the ring as Travis goes for a pinfall.

One…

Two…

Foot on the ropes!

At the last moment, Anderson gets his foot on the ropes to break the pin, as the crowd cheers and John Blain breathes a sigh of relief. Travis gets up, pulling Anderson up, too, whipping him to the ropes, before charging in with the Gunn Shot (Running Big Boot). Anderson dives to the mat, ducking out of the way of the big boot, before running towards his corner and tagging in John Blain.

Blain climbs through the ropes and into the ring, heading straight for Travis Gunners. Blain hits a flurry of punches to the gut, before hitting a side kick to the gut, doubling Travis over, so Blain grabs him and hits a DDT. Blain rolls Travis over and begins stomping on the small of his back, before pulling him up and whipping him back into the Violent Conduct corner. Blain quickly tags in Eric Anderson and the pair perform a double-team suplex on Travis Gunners, slamming him down hard. Blain exits the ring and Anderson makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Gunners gets a late shoulder up to break the pin. Anderson grabs him by the legs and drags him back to the Violent Conduct corner, where Blain tags himself in. Anderson and Blain then wait for Gunners to get up and as soon as he does, they both fire off a Super Kick at the same time, sending him back to the mat.

Gibson: That’s the “Instant Headache” and I reckon it does exactly what it says on the tin! Great teamwork here from Violent Conduct!

Long: I don’t like them, but I like what they’re doing. It’s the way a tag team should operate!

Anderson climbs out of the ring as Blain makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Interrupted!

TJ breaks up the pinfall with an elbow drop to the back of John Blain to keep the match going. Blain gets up angrily, pointing and shouting at TJ as the referee tells him to leave the ring. Blain pulls Travis up and drags him back to the corner, tagging in Eric Anderson. Blain adjusts himself to be stood behind Travis, holding him by the waist as Anderson runs to the far ropes as the pair look to hit the Lights Out (German Suplex/Clothesline Combination), but Travis throws up a huge boot at the last moment, flooring Eric Anderson. Blain swings at Travis as he staggers forwards, but the referee gets in the way, telling him that he isn’t the legal man.

Travis pulls Anderson up and whips him to the Body and Soul corner instead, following him in with a big shoulder tackle, before tagging TJ. Travis then lifts Anderson up, and the pair connect with the Trouble Tower Bomb (DWI), TJ covering for the pin as Travis exits the ring.

One…

Two…

Interrupted!

At the last moment, John Blain interrupts proceedings with an elbow drop, repaying the favour on TJ from earlier. Blain then kicks Anderson in the ribs as he climbs out of the ring.

Gibson: Did Blain just kick his own partner?

Long: It’s called a wake up call, and frankly, Eric Anderson needed it. He’s looked the weak link in this team since the start of the match today.

Anderson stirs slowly, so TJ pulls him up and whips him to a neutral turnbuckle, his partner still recovering on the apron. TJ hits a few body blows on Anderson, working over the ribs, before pulling him out of the corner and hitting a powerful Irish whip to the far turnbuckle, Anderson running straight into it at fall speed and bouncing off of it. TJ then pulls Anderson up and scores with the TJT (Pump-Handle DDT), making the cover. Gunners and Blain instantly enter into the ring, but Gunners shows a burst of surprising speed, running across the ring and hitting the Gunn Shot (Running Big Boot) on Blain, stopping him interrupting the pinfall.

One…

Two…

Thr-Kickout!

Somehow, Anderson kicks out at the last possible second, generating a wave of cheers from the crowd as both members of Body and Soul look visibly frustrated, as the referee instructs Gunners to leave the ring. TJ pulls Anderson up and grabs him by the throat for the Soulbuster (Choke Lift Spinebuster), but Anderson swings both legs up, catching TJ in the face to escape the move, scrabbling across the ring to make a desperate lunging tag to John Blain.

Blain rushes into the ring now, attacking TJ with all that he has! A few stiff elbow shots sends TJ reeling backward! Gunners rushes in to slow the tempo down but he is suddenly drop kicked by Anderson! Violent Conduct stare at one another.. And nod! Blain scoops up TJ as Anderson runs forward.. The two then perform the Collateral Damage!

Gibson: Awesome!!

Blain then hooks the leg for the pin as Anderson stands guard..

1..
2...
Three!

Walt: Your winners… Violent Conduct!!

Both men celebrate in the ring as their intro plays out! Gunners grabs TJ by the ankle and yanks him out quickly! Both men then stare up into the ring and curse at Violent Conduct.. But the damage is done. The feed fades out as we see Body and Soul pointing at the ring and yelling at the top of their lungs.

Long: This isn’t over by a long shot…

[primetime]

The feed fades back in as we see Danny Tenfold warming up inside of a locker room. He performs squats as the crowd cheers upon seeing him. To his side, the locker room door swings open abruptly, revealing the current Lionheart Champion.. Brett Cross! Taken by surprise, Tenfold shoots up to his feet and turns to face Cross..

Tenfold: Brett?

Cross: Aye. Last week, you helped Cross but for nothing. I had it mightily in hand..

Tenfold: It didn’t look like it to me. From where I am standing, we are about even. Not bad for a former EUW Pure Champion like myself!

Cross glances at Tenfold and smirks. He then adjusts his long trench coat and answers with a grunt.

Cross: Nay! You were once a great champion.. But a fallen one at that! Trying to match your worth against me is fool hearty! Your time has passed by, it would be best for you to bow before the mighty Cross!

The crowd begins to boo slightly as Tenfold shakes his head. Placing his hands upon his hips, he answers.

Tenfold: What happened to you, Brett? Where is the man who lived for battle and thirsted for blood!?!

Cross: That man… is no more. I have come to realize that there is no longer any challenge to be had. I have slain the furies and walked through fields of blood, searching for answers… and now they have made themselves known to me.

Tenfold: What are those answers, Brett?

Cross: I am above the mortal man! THE MIGHTY CROSS HAS NO EQUAL! I carry this title belt that was made for me… as a King! I shall no longer waist any of my time on lesser beings. I have come tonight to you to demand you to stay out of my affairs. This is your only warning..

Cross then turns and exit’s the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Tenfold stands silent for a moment, wiping his forehead of sweat. He then shakes his head and returns to his squats as he speaks..

Tenfold: What happened to you, man?..

The feed switches back to the arena..


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 his street clothes, a combination of jeans and a simple shirt that emphasis his muscular upper body. He's also wearing a nice pair of alligator-skin shoes. Bell, with a microphone in his right hand, struts down the walkway and towards the four sided ring with a concentrated look on his face.


Long: Oh, it's so on….


Church rolls into the ring, gets up and stands right in the middle of the ring.

"Cut the music" Church blares and his music indeed does cut after two seconds. Church remains silent for a while, taking in the atmosphere of the arena. The fans are chanting wildly, as they've been accustomed to, and Tyreke takes a deep breath before raising the microphone to his mouth.

"Ya know…back in my childhood days in Baltimore, I had to learn a couple of rules the hard way. And by hard way I mean getting my ass handed to me on a day-to-day basis. Now that kind of upbringing would damage a man, ya hear me? Would make that man…short-tempered. Point I'm trying to deliver here is I don't like games or puzzles. I'm a straightforward man and that's how I spar in the ring. Direct and straightforward"

The crowd is now silent, most knowing that a fight will occur and a few actually engrossed. Church, who seems to be holding down a lot of rage, takes another deep breath before re-focusing on the titantron.

"Now I had a match with a fool who looks like he's from Plan 9 in Outer Space. I had a match with that fool for the Hardkore Title and I kicked his ass in the ring and pinned him for the 1, 2, 3. No bullshit, no cheating. One on one. And of course, that fool being the fool he is had to come out on the last episode and jump me while I wasn't looking and swipe my title like the punk-ass bitch he is!"

Long: Oh! It's so on! Can you imagine Immanuel Taylor in a fistfight?

Rock Gibson: Hmm…well, he does have military experience, Sidney. I wouldn't be surprised if he knows how to pull off a couple of counters when it comes to fist fighting.

Long: Asshole will probably lock in an armbar.

"You know who you are, bitch. The reason I'm taking so long to call you out is because I want to give you time to see me through the backstage monitors and…"

"Tyrant" by Judas Priest calmly plays through the speakers as the ring lights remain in their natural light. Immanuel Taylor eventually comes out in his wrestling gear plus an Everlast sports jacket thus giving him that out-of-the-ring casual look Immanuel is being accompanied by a young male staff member. Immanuel is holding a paper and pen in his right hand and seems to not have the Hardkore title with him. He makes his way to the ring and calmly enters. He stands face-to-face Church but keeps some distance.


"Not so tough when someone is staring you in the face, eh?"

"Do you want your Hardkore Title back?"

"Oh, I will get it back. I'm just trying to decide whether to beat your ass and take it myself or play along with your little charade"

"No charades here" Immanuel is silent but resolute. "If you give me what I want, I guarantee you you'll get your Hardkore Title in ten minutes."

"Oh, this is some kind of negotiations, punk? You wanna act like you've got a pair?"

Immanuel unfolded the paper he had with him and the pen attached to it and handed it over to Church, who

"Quid Pro Quo. If you give me a rematch for the Hardkore Title at Scars and Stripes, I'll give you the title back right now."

"And why should I have to give you anything, asshole? If I recall correctly, I whipped your lame ass for it at Retribution fair and square."

"You did, but I took it from you on the last episode. The thing about being a champion here is that you get a bullseye on your back. You should have seen me coming. But you didn't. And the title is with me. All you have to do is give me the rematch and you'll get it back. No games, no riddles. Quid Pro Quo."

Church kept his gaze locked at Immanuel's eyes. He eventually took the paper and pen and scanned through the paper. Immanuel turned around and Church placed the paper on his back, using it for support, and signed contract three times. Immanuel took back the paper, made sure everything is in order and proceeded to hand it to the staff member he came with. The staff member ran to the backstage area with it, probably to hand it to Rivera thus officiating the match.

"Well?"

"Just a second"

Immanuel kneeled down and took out a small key from his right shoe. He handed it over to Church.

"Locker Number 88 backstage. Title's polished and gleaning."

Church places the key in the pockets of his jeans. Immanuel is already going to leave and Church seems to be contemplating something. He suddenly calls out to Immanuel, who stops. Church gets close to him.

"Ya know, Immanuel, I hope your soul belongs to Jesus….cause your ass belongs to me!"

Church let out a ferocious right punch, hitting Immanuel on his right cheek. Immanuel falls back-first on the mat. Church leaps on him and lets out another ferocious punch before grabbing the bottom rope of the ring ropes and using it to choke Immanuel with. Church shows no restraint as Immanuel struggles to break free. Immanuel eventually extends his arms and grabs Church by his neck. Immanuel takes his two thumbs and shoves them into Church's Adam Apple.

Church lets go of the rope and Immanuel is able to repeatedly knee him in the gut. Church lets go and backs off, being caught by surprise with that Adam's Apple thumb bashing. Immanuel gets up as Church regains his ferocity. He goes for another ferocious boxing punch but Immanuel ducks it and goes to the side. Immanuel then spears Church to the ground and both men go at it, unleashing a barrage of punches to each other.

An army of EUW-Asylum staff members, all armed with batons, come out and slide into the ring. At least five of them begin ferociously clubbing Immanuel and Tyreke to separate them from each other. Both men eventually voluntarily break apart and cover their faces from the swinging batons. The staff members, fifteen in total, pull both men up and keep them apart while escorting them backstage.

[primetime]

Rodgers: Hey, Bane! Leaving so soon?

Rodgers is stood in a corridor backstage with a camera man, as we see Bane walking out of the locker room, dressed in his street clothes and carrying a sports bag.

Bane: Yeah, I’ve taken care of my business for tonight, and it’s time for me to head home and relax.

Rodgers: Well, do you think we can get an interview first? It won’t take too long, I promise!

Bane sighs and drops the bag to the floor.

Bane: Go on then, just don’t waste too much of my time.

Rodgers nods, slightly intimidated as he approaches Bane, the camera man moving into position to get both men in the shot.

Rodgers: First off, Bane, I saw you pick up an impressive win over Diabolik earlier tonight, so, well done on winning that match. It must make you smile to have notched up a win over a veteran like Diabolik, right?

Bane: What, that’s something to be proud of now? It’s an accomplishment?

Rodgers: Well, Diabolik’s a two time hardcore ch-

Bane: Enough of that crap. I’m sick of people talking about that like it means something, it’s all in the past now. Am I proud of beating an old, crippled man? No. If anything, I feel bad about it. Diabolik was a contender, but now he’s past his time.

Rodgers: Those are some strong words. I can’t see Diabolik taking them well!

Bane: If Diabolik doesn’t like it, then he can come to me about it. I’ll gladly beat him down again, but if he’s smart, he’ll keep out of my way. I’ve got bigger plans than just wasting my life being a nobody.

Rodgers: Right, well you’re not the only one that thinks that. It seems like Mark Rivera’s been impressed by your recent form and this new, aggressive attitude. He’s booked you against Brett Cross on the next Vengeance for the Lionheart Title! What are you thoughts on that?

Bane: My thoughts? I think it’s time that I made a name for myself. People see me and they say “Oh, it’s Bane, he used to be a cop”, they talk about what I was, not what I am. After next week, people will be saying “It’s Bane, the NEW Lionheart Champion”!

The fans cheer, it’s clear that Bane’s begun to develop a fan club.

Bane: You hear that, Rodgers? The fans know it’s my turn, I’m fed up of fighting guys like Diabolik that aren’t in my league, it’s time for me to get serious and start fighting the big boys now, and if that means that I start with the biggest, then I say… Bring it on!

The crowd cheer again as Bane turns to face the camera.

Bane: Brett Cross, I’ve got a lot of respect for you and what happens next week is just business, it isn’t anything personal. I’m going to take one of the biggest, strongest men in the EUW and use them to make a name for myself as one of the baddest guys here. I’m only just getting started!

Bane drops the microphone and grabs his bag walking off as the camera feed cuts out…

[primetime]

The Asylum-EUW camera comes into functioning operation backstage at Rivera's office. He is holding a crumpled piece of paper and reading it as the young staff member who was with Immanuel is standing next to him. Another staff member, one of the fifteen-man crew who broke up the fight, is also standing on Rivera's other side.

"So he returned the title? Or is he still holding it hostage?"

"Sir, he gave Mr. Bell a locker key. I saw the title myself in the locker earlier, he showed it to me. I can confirm that Mr. Bell will acquire the title from it."

"And who started the fight?"

"Church punched first, sir" The other staff member says. Rivera lets out a loud sigh and shakes his head. He rubs his eyes before taking a meaningful gulp from his cup of coffee, no milk but with sugar, and then signaling for the staff member on his right to bring in Immanuel and Church.He goes out and a second later both Immanuel and Church are escorted in by the army of staff members.

"Ok, all you get out except four of you. Immanuel, stand over there in the left and Church you can fuck off to the right. The four of you stay in between."

The eleven staff members, plus the young man who delivered the contract, make their way out and shut the door. Rivera stares at Immanuel for a while before staring at Church.


"Like fucking children. I should have TITAN spank you both. Fucking adolescents."

"That punk jumped me and swiped my title! You think I'm just going to let him stroll out of the ring just because he gave it back after blackmailing me with it?"

"You realize that this contract is officially sanctioned, right? The match is on. I hope you didn't sign it just to get him to give you the title back?"

"Oh, I have no problem whooping his ass again."

"Good" Rivera turns to Immanuel. "And you. I already know you're crazy but stealing titles? I tell you you're staying in the Hardkore Division and first thing you do is jump the head of it?"

Immanuel does not answer. He simply stares, in a very calm manner, at Rivera. The owner lets out a scoff before moving backwards and standing in the middle of both men.

"Ok boys, so you managed to settle the title theft conflict. Church gets his title back and Immanuel gets a rematch. I like that. The only thing I have a problem with is the match stipulation. A normal Hardkore match? Oh no. No. No. No. This here…we've got a big catfight going on here. My financial balance sheet is talking to me, telling me that we've got to make the tango between you and him at Scars and Stripes something big, something..twisted... I got it."

Rivera glares at both men a moment..

"At Scars and Stripes... you two will face one another in a barbed wire match! That should suit things just fine. Now.. get out."

Taylor walks out as if he doesn't care at all, leaving Church in the room. Rivera glances at him and asks "Yes?"

"You obviously underestimate me. At Scars and Stripes.. you will see what I can do.."

[primetime]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Brett Cross vs. Tyreke Church

Gibson: Welcome back to the show! The match is already set to begin!

Long: This one should be good as the Hardkore Champion, Tyreke Church.. squares off against the Lionheart Champion.. Brett Cross.

Gibson: Let's get to the action!

The bell sounds as Cross and Church circle each other, Church bouncing on his feet with his fists held high as Cross tries to work him back into the corner. Church does a good job of managing his position in the ring, feinting one way in order to round the corner and stay off the ropes. He bobs in and fires a few body shots before quickly getting out and avoiding the grasps of the gargantuan Cross. A few more body blows soften up Cross enough that a knee lift doubles him over, enough to allow Cross to connect with a knee lift to the fact that knocks Cross back up and leaves him open for another body shot, Church looking to chop out the Bifrost Brawler.

Cross looks at the puny Baltimore native and smiles at him before abandoning the cat and mouse game, catching Church off guard slightly as he bullies him into the corner. He unleashes a torrent of knife edge chops that Church is unable to parry away. As the chest of Church grows a more navajo hue, Cross grabs him and looks to whip him across the ring before stopping on a dime and pulling him back, throwing him chest first into the turnbuckle in the corner. Church bounces out and Cross grabs him before dropping him with a backdrop suplex and hooking the leg for the cover.

...1
...2

No! Kickout by Church.

Gibson: Tyreke Bell had a little bit of opening but the Pure Champion shut the door in a hurry and took control of this contest.

Cross gets to his feet and pulls Church up before tossing him into the ropes. On the rebound he looks for a big clothesline but the smaller Bell ducks underneath and hits the ropes, coming back with freight train esque momentum. He looks to shock the world by going for a quick Rock the Bells but Cross shows off some agility, looking to once again show Danny Tenfold up and dropping out and talking Cross down with a drop toe hold. Quickly he floats over the body and keeps Church grounded with a front facelock. Church slowly fights against the hold, his supporters willing him up to his feet.

Once he gets there he throws a couple more body shots going right back to the body before connecting with a left hook the kidney of Cross, dropping him down to one knee. Despite the size advantage, Church drops down and looks to pick Cross up, eventually getting him up and taking a few quick steps and then sending him down to the canvas with a running powerslam and then hooking the leg for the cover.

...1
...2

No! This time it's Cross that kicks out.

Gibson: “Solid work there from Tyreke Bell to fight out of that submission hold and then show surprising strength in getting Cross up onto his shoulders to connect with that running powerslam.

Bell gets to his feet and instead of pulling Cross up, waits allowing him to seemingly catch his breath. Cross pulls himself towards the corner and when he tries to get up, Church pounces, throwing a big forearm to the back knocking him down slightly and then beginning to stomp him in the corner, connecting with upwards of ten blows before the referee's count reaches nine and forces him away from the corner as Brett Cross is laid out in the corner.

Church looks to have control of the match and once Cross gets to his feet charges and looks to connect with a leaping clothesline in the corner, not having enough room to Rock the Bells and that ends up hurting him as The God of Midgaard steps out of the way and Church slams face first into the turnbuckle. He stumbles back as Cross takes a moment to collect himself but still ends up on the wrong end up the blow as Brett picks him up and places him over his shoulders before beginning to compress his spine with a devestating torture rack.

Gibson: This could be the end of it for Church. He managed to fend off the technical wrestling of Immanuel Taylor to win the Hardkore title, but here he's got a much bigger foe to conquer.

Smelling victory, Cross looks to put away Church as he ramps up his efforts, nearly bending him in two. Sensing that the end is nigh if he's unable to break free of the hold, Church begins to fight as hard as he can, a plethora of elbows and kicks, anything he can do to break free. He finally manages to loosen the grip of Cross enough to slip out the back door but the hold appears to have done it's job as he's a half second slower than Cross in reacting to the change as the big man charges the ropes on the far side and comes back, connecting with a vicious big boot but Church manages to get his hands up slightly and take part of the blow.

That doesn't help him however as instead of going for the pin, Cross bends over and puts his knee right into the back of Church and pulls him back with a chin lock, going back to work on the back. Church reaches for the ropes and struggling, manages to make it to them as Cross immediately lets go of the hold, showing a modicum of sportsmanship.

Gibson: The strength and size advantage of Brett Cross is really starting to show here in this match.

Cross gets to his feet as the crowd begin to roar, sensing the momentum soundly in the Pure Champions corner. Looking to get back in the fight Church uses the ropes to pull himself up and when he does, quickly fires a blow to knock Cross back. He looks to connect with a second but Cross catches it and then uses his head as a battering ram to further damage Cross, conking him with a ferocious headbutt. Taking a moment to gather himself as well, he pushes Church into the ropes and when he comes back grabs him tight before planting him once more, continuing to focus on the back, with a spine buster. Quickly pulling both legs in, Cross pins Church.

...1
...2
...

No! Bell manages to get his hand on the ropes.

Gibson: So close there for Brett Cross. You've got to think one more blow would give him the match.

Church gets to his feet and staggers right into Cross who looks to connect with The Chariot but in desperation, Church manages to roll through and despite the lack of wrestling acumen, pulls Cross down with an inside cradle.

...1
...2
...

No! At the last possible moment Cross manages to untangle himself from the hold and get his shoulder up from the canvas. Both men get to their feet, sweat dripping down their faces as the tension inside grows.

Gibson: Two champions going at it and listen to this crowd.

No! At the last possible moment Cross manages to untangle himself from the hold and get his shoulder up from the canvas. Both men get to their feet, sweat dripping down their faces as the tension inside grows.

Gibson: Two champions going at it and listen to this crowd.

Church is the first to react, grabbing a handful of Cross’s hair and bringing him in for a headlock. Cross struggles to break free but Church clamps it on tightly! With the crowd cheering, Cross slowly pries the arms apart, only to turn around and duck under a huge right hook from Church! Cross then does the same thing, hitting the mark as Church falls like a sack of sand! Cross then raises an arm to signal for the end..

Gibson: This is it!

Scooping up Church, Cross brings him to his feet and performs The Chariot! The fans scream loudly as Cross covers for the pin..

1..
2...
Three!

Walt: Your winner… the Lionheart Champion.. Brett Cross!

Cross yanks the microphone out of Walt’s hand and turns to face the fans! The arena goes dead silent in shock!

Cross: Aye.. Another body slain at my feet! This one would be a sort of champion? The mighty Cross sees no champion here, but just a would be challenger! I tire of performing easy tests of strengths such as this!

(): Then face me…

The feed switches to the entrance where we see Danny Tenfold!

Tenfold: Now I know the Royal Rumble is coming up.. And we will probably run into one another there. Let’s see if you can take me out before I do the same to you? How is that for a challenge?

Cross stares at Tenfold a moment.

Cross: A challenge such as this is beneath me. I will do it though.. Out of boredom.

The fans cheer as Tenfold smiles. The feed slowly fades out.

[primetime]

The scene opens with Warrior stepping out of a room, slamming the door firmly behind him as the camera moves to reveal that it is the room of none other than Mark Rivera, Asylum owner and general manager. Warrior storms down the corridor, angrily and he bumps into Chance Fusion stepping out of the showers in just a towel.

Fusion: Hey man, how did the meeting with the big boss go?

Warrior: It went as well as any meeting with Mark Rivera ever goes. He’s got all this ridiculous ideas, and none of them get me what I want.

Fusion: Jason Ambrose?

Warrior: Ambrose? That pussy little fucker? No, I’ve got my eyes on bigger and better things, he’s just a little bitch. Did you know that he’s not here tonight because he isn’t “medically cleared” to wrestle? That’s weak, even for him.

Fusion: Haha, yeah, it is! You’d wrestle with bandaged up ribs and stuff, right?

Warrior: No. I wouldn’t let anyone do that sort of a number on me in the first place.

Fusion laughs idiotically, Warrior rolls his eyes.

Warrior: Anyway, I’m heading home. You should put some fucking clothes on.

Fusion: Yeah! I don’t want any… Shrinkage… That’s not awesome.

Warrior shakes his head and heads down the corridor towards his locker room to grab his gear. He enters the room, flicks the light switch, but nothing happens.

Warrior: Is Rivera really this cheap?

Sighing, Warrior steps into the room and pulls his phone out of his pocket, using the light from the screen to scan the room. As he holds it up in front of his face, it illuminates a smile.

Suddenly, the phone drops to the floor as a thump is heard, followed by the sound of furniture being knocked over as a brawl breaks out. Warrior backs out of the ring, shielding his head as Jason Ambrose steps out, swinging a lead pipe and hitting him in the ribs, then again, following up with a DDT onto the concrete floor. Standing over Warrior, Jace kneels down, pulling Warrior’s head up by his hair and getting in his face.

Jace: Is this what you wanted, Warrior? Unlike you, I don’t get other people to do my dirty work, because I do it myself, I feel it adds that… Personal touch… Wouldn’t you agree?

Warrior’s head rocks and Jace slaps him across the face.

Jace: Two can play at this game, and you brought this on yourself, Warrior. You’ve made my life hell for the past few months and now it’s time for you to reap what you sowed! I’ll see you next week, you sorry piece of shit… Unless of course, you’re not cleared to wrestle…

With that, Jace stands up and smirks, stepping over Warrior’s body, heading out of the arena as Warrior writhes on the ground.

[primetime]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Danny Tenfold vs. Immanuel Taylor

"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.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at approximately two hundred and twenty five pounds and standing six foot zero. Hailing from Longview, Washington he is Danny Tenfold!

When Tenfold 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

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.

Announcer: And making his way to the ring, born in Baltimore, Maryland weighing in at 241 pounds and standing six foot six. He is....Immanuel Taylor!

The announcer’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, keeping a watchful eye on Tenfold. Immanuel stands in one of the four corners, opposite to Tenfold's, with his arms on either side of his lean, slim body.

Long: There is a thief in the ring, Gibson

Gibson: Come on Xplode, he returned the belt.

Long: He blackmailed Church for it's return and he's still a thief. Do you know what happens to thieves in Saudi Arabia? They get their hands cut off.

Danny Tenfold and Immanuel Taylor stood face to face in the middle of the ring. There is no hatred. No animosity. Just two men competing against one another. Tenfold extended his hand for a handshake and Immanuel shook it with a strong clasp, indicating mutual recognition and respect. Both men then backed off and the opening bell of the match rung. Immanuel knelt forward and extended his hand, challenging Tenfold to a lockup. Tenfold extends his hand forward, going to accept it, when he suddenly lunges forward and rolls Immanuel up in a small package.

The speed of Tenfold catches even the referee by surprise as he stays standing for a second before snapping out of his lethargy and going to count the pinfall.

One…Tw- Immanuel breaks the package and quickly locks in an Arm-Hook Sleeper. Tenfold finds himself entrapped in it as Immanuel pulls back hard, exerting considerable pressure on Tenfold's neck. Danny immediately extends his hand outward in an attempt to grab a hold of the bottom rope a couple of steps away from him. He realizes that they are close to the bottom rope from Immanuel's side and as such manages to raises both his legs upwards before pulling them backwards, pushing Immanuel down and pushing his legs upward and then backward in a clockwork position. He manages to get the tip of his foot on the rope but it slips. He quickly reacts and gets it on again.

Immanuel breaks the hold when the referee instructs him to. Tenfold attempts to put some distance between Immanuel and him but Immanuel quickly lunges forward and locks in a crossface. Tenfold struggles, having put himself too close to Immanuel early on, and attempts to find a way out. Immanuel drags him in the middle of the ring and in the process of doing, Tenfold is able to get up on his knees. He then manages to get up on his feet. Immanuel suddenly breaks the hold a, kneels over and grabs Tenfold's wrists, going for a Kimura Key Lock. Tenfold, now only having his right wrist occupied by Immanuel, is able to jump over the knelt over Immanuel and roll him up in a sunset flip. The referee gets in position.

One…Tw- Immanuel kicks out and rolls away just as Danny does the same. Both men get up at the same time and Immanuel immediately goes for a clothesline but Tenfold bends over backward Matrix-style. Immanuel hits nothing and Tenfold pulls himself back up. Immanuel and Tenfold are now back-to-back and Immanuel turns around just as Danny goes front and then jumps backwards, hitting a picture perfect Pele kick on Immanuel.

Long: Whoa. Now I did not see that coming.

Gibson: And Tenfold able to get himself out of Immanuel's submission barrage.

Tenfold gets back up on his feet as Immanuel makes it his knees. Tenfold pulls off an Enziguiri and goes for the pinfall. One…Tw- Immanuel kicks out. Tenfold immediately backs off and waits for Immanuel to rise. Immanuel does so and Tenfold leaps up on the ropes and goes for a lionsault. Immanuel grabs him in a Pumphandle Slam position and goes to throw him off. Tenfold reverses the throw into a Huricana in mid-air, flinging Immanuel to one of the corners.

Tenfold gets back up as Immanuel seems to be still reeling from the hurricana. Tenfold waits till he gets up and then goes to pull off a Dragon Suplex but Immanuel is able push him backwards all to the opposite corner, driving Tenfold back-first into the corner. Tenfold lets go of the hold but places his arm on the ropes and kicks Immanuel away with his feet. Tenfold then gets up on the top rope and leaps off with a flying clothesline. Immanuel ducks it and locks his arms around Tenfold before pulling off a German Suplex, brutally driving Tenfold neck-first into the top turnbuckle.

The crowd lets out a "Ooooh" as Tenfold falls on his already hit neck and lays there in the corner while Immanuel takes the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief. Having grounded Tenfold, he manages to drag him to the middle of the ring and goes for a pinfall.

One…Two..Kickout by Danny as the crowd cheers. He appears to have been caught hard by that German into the corner and Immanuel decides to exploit this by going for the Pepetual Ferocity, his Cobra Clutch Suplex. Just as he wraps his arms around Tenfold, Danny gets his legs on the ropes and catapults himself backward. Immanuel however is able to keep himself standing.

He goes to pull off the maneuver but Tenfold wraps his legs around Taylor's waist when he was raised upwards. Tenfold seems to be in an outstretched position but Immanuel cannot convert it into a submission hold. He eventually lets go but Tenfold keeps his legs wrapped around Immanuel's waist. Immanuel uses that to slam Tenfold face-first into the mat. Immanuel then locks in a grapevine ankle lock, dragging Tenfold back into the world of submission maneuvers. Tenfold lets out an audible grunt as he extends his arm forward to the incoming bottom rope.

He is able to drag himself a couple of inches forward before Immanuel intensifies the hold. Tenfold begins to feel weakened and seems to stop resisting. He begins fading away and Immanuel intensifies the hold further, looking to take out Tenfold's ankle and slow him down in the ring if he doesn't tap. Tenfold is able to make it close to the ropes and, biting his lip to deal with the pain, lunges forward and grabs the bottom rope. The referee orders Immanuel to break the hold and he obediently does so.

Tenfold shakes off the cobwebs and rises to his feet. Taylor is much too fast though as he is immediately on him, twisting and turning until Tenfold is locked into the Kimura Key-Lock!!

Long: Amazing. Taylor actually uses his brain here. Then again, he is fighting Tenfold.. A man who seems to be feeling sort of lackluster this week..

Gibson: Give the man credit.. That hold is awe inspiring!

Tenfold fights it off as long as he can but it is no use, Taylor has it locked it. The ref signals for the bell as Taylor finally lets go!

Walt: Your winner.. Immanuel Taylor!

Taylor walks around the ring, looking at the fans. He then exit’s the ring and heads out without saying a word. Tenfold is slowly rising, he looks to be in a bit of pain.

Gibson: Taylor made a statement tonight. Very impressive. We will be back after these messages..

[primetime]

The feed switches backstage were we see Jack Rodgers…

Rodgers: Ladies and Gentlemen.. The Asylum Tag Team Champions.. Damaged Goods!

Scott Lawson and Randy White step in to view as the fans are heard cheering! Randy looks around with a smile upon his face as Scott adjusts his posture..

Rodgers: Hello Gentlemen.. How are you feeling tonight?

Lawson: We are fine. You know, we been watching these new teams springing up lately and I have to say, it’s good to see life in this division! Make no mistake about it though, the DG Crew are ready to handle anyone who tries to take these belts from us!

Rodgers: Violent Conduct have been stringing some wins together though. It looks like they may be the next challengers. Any thoughts?

Randy White leans forward to speak..

White: Listen man. It’s all good. We have found our inner Chi here, dude. When the time comes for us to face those boys, then we will do what we do best..

Lawson: That’s right. Violent Conduct wants a piece of us?! Then come get some!! We been at this game for years now, trust me when I say… they ain’t shit.

A woman finds her way into the background a moment, looking around. She is quite striking, carrying a rather innocent flare to her. All three men see her, and turn in her direction. Randy combs his hair quickly and rushes to her side..

White: Hey Miss? Are you lost?

Burrows: I am looking for the locker room. I am Natalie Burrows?

White: Locker Room? Well you could use ours? I mean, Scott and I are done with it seeing as we don’t have a match tonight. Feel free to walk around nude or whatever you like to do… nude?

Lawson nudges Randy now as the fans begin to laugh!

Lawson: What my friend here is trying to say is.. Welcome. Take our locker room.. We don’t need it.

Burrows nods as Lawson respectfully and then glares at White who shrugs with a smile. She then walks out of the picture.

Lawson: Randy.. You really are a douche bag sometimes..

White: A douche bag who is a CHAMPION!!

Both men laugh as the feed fades out..

[primetime]

Tag Team Grudge Match
Standard Rules.
Las Vegas Commission vs. Oblivion and Xplode

Gibson: Now we get to the next match on the card and it is a doozy. The former tag team champions, the Las Vegas Commission, will square off against the reuniting brother’s of prophecy… Xplode and Oblivion! I for one.. Am stoked!

Long: It will be a glorious day tonight for the Asylum brand as two of the most disgusting relics from the EUW are finally.. Put in their place! The Boss could not have planned this better!

Gibson: Are you kidding me? Let’s get to the match before I hit you…

Long: What? I was just saying..

The feed switches to the ring where we see John Walt standing with microphone in hand. The fans are cheering already as the anticipation hit’s a fever pitch..

Walt: Our next match is a tag team grudge affair and is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, out of Las Vegas, Nevada… The Las Vegas Commission!

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

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

Long: Look at those two men in the ring right now. The charisma! The glory! They are without a doubt.. Flawless!

Gibson: Yeah well this crowd doesn’t seem to think so.

The feed switches to John Walt once more.

Walt: And their opponents!

The crowd instantly erupts in cheers, shaking the very foundation of the arena!

Walt: Hailing out of San Rafael, California.. He is Oblivion!!

The lights dim down.

The deep bass sounds of a large engine can be heard as the crowd stands to their feet, automatically knowing who is about to come out next. The camera pans from left to right now, showcasing a select group of fans as they raise their fists and stare at the entrance way..

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

With the fans screaming at a fever pitch, Oblivion drives through the entrance curtain aboard a 2010 Harley Davidson Dyna Glide. Dressed in dark leathers and a red bandanna, Obi glances at the fans in attendance before raising one gloved fist over his head.

With the fans screaming at a fever pitch, Oblivion revs his engine and then let's it all out.. racing down the rampway and towards the ring. Circling the ring once, he shuts down the bike and dismounts. Stepping up the metal steps, Oblivion raises one leg over the top rope and enters the ring, tossing the bandanna into the fans from on top of his head. He begins to shadow box as he backs up into a corner, cracking his neck and awaiting the start of the match.

Gibson: Now that… is an entrance! Wherever he goes, Oblivion accrues a state of hysteria amongst the fans! He has been waging a one man war against the Rivera regime, and the two men that he will face tonight has been his largest problem.

Long: It’s a beautiful thing…

Walt: And his tag team partner…

The fans stand up and scream as the camera feed pans to the entrance area! A thin stream of green sparklers begin to make their way up the entrance wall, forming a large X pattern! “The Enemy” by Godsmack.. Begins to play!

Gibson: UUUUUUUUUUH OOOOOOOH! The Enemy has returned!

Walt: Hailing out of San Francisco, California.. He is the Strategic Assassin.. XPLODE!!

The fans scream as fog machines fill up the stage area! A dark shadow begins to become visible in the tunnel until Xplode is shown stepping into view! With cameras flashing all around him, Xplode walks out to the end of the stage, pointing at the ring with a well taped finger. He then slowly looks around the arena, only to begin walking towards the ring! He then arrives at ringside, stopping to glance over his shoulder at the nearby fans! He then makes his way up the metal steps..

With his intro song in full swing, Xplode slowly steps through the ropes and heads towards a nearby turnbuckle. He then ascends it, raising both arms and forming an X gesture as fireworks spew out the arena roof top! He then hops down and turns to face the referee, chewing on a small piece of gum with complete calmness.

Long: Look at the smug look upon his face! He has no idea as to what pain he is in for!

Gibson: That is not smugness, that is experience. Xplode has seen it all in this business and has left a legacy that will be hard to topple. Judging from the physical shape that he seems to be in, Xplode is back.. And that’s a good thing.

The referee waits as both teams figure out who will start off for their respective corners. The fans begin cheering as Oblivion steps into the ring first, cracking his neck as he enters. Luck and Dave are shown discussing who will enter for their team until Oblivion rushes across the ring and elbows Dave in the jaw, sending him to the ringside area! Oblivion then grabs Luck and yanks him into the ring as the bell is rung!

Gibson: (Laughing) Looks like Luck will lead off for his team!

Stomping Luck with extreme fury, Oblivion holds nothing back as the referee tries to yank him away. Yanking his arm free, Oblivion sends the referee tumbling as he continues to stomp Luck with everything that he has!

Long: Look at that! You call that man a hero?

Gibson: You’re damn right I do! What’s good for the goose is good for the gander!

Stepping back now, Oblivion raises one hand in the air as the fans cheer him on! Luck struggles to get to his feet, completely taken off his game! Turning around, he is grabbed around his neck and lifted into the air! Luck is then planted into the mat with a thunderous choke slam from Oblivion! Luck bounces off the mat hard as he rolls away! Regrouping at ringside, Dave helps Luck regain himself until Oblivion runs across the ring and sails over the top rope, clothes lining the both of them to the hard cement flooring!

Gibson: For a big man, Oblivion’s speed and agility are purely amazing. He has taken the fight to the LVC by his self. He may not even need a partner at all!

The fans are eating it up with glee as Oblivion grabs Luck by the head, driving his knuckles into the forehead of Luck! He pulls back again, but has his arm caught by Dave! With a hard Irish Whip, Dave yanks Oblivion off of Luck and sends him to the ring curtain! Dave rushes Oblivion next and nails a big boot to the former 2 time world champion! Turning the tide, Dave grabs a handful of Oblivion’s hair and rolls him back into the ring. He then pats Luck back to alertness and rolls him in as well!

Tagging himself in now, Dave stalks Oblivion. Sitting up, Oblivion begins to rise once more but finds this impossible as Dave kicks him in the center of the spine! Dave repeats this again and again, each time a grin forming larger upon his face! Luck is now rebounding, as he is shown rolling something on the mat towards Dave! He then flops down upon the referee, using the official to support himself!

Gibson: What did he just give to Dave?

Long: Moral support. That is what the foundation of team work truly is!

Reaching down quickly, Dave picks up what looks to be a miniature spray can of some sort. Oblivion turns to face him only to be sprayed directly in the face! The fans begin booing loudly as Oblivion holds his eyes through dark gloves fingers! Luck, seeing this, lets go of the referee and exit’s the ring! Across the ring, Xplode rushes to enter the ring but is stopped by the referee!! Xplode is then forced to exit the ring as Oblivion wobbles forward, his eyes dripping with some sort of green fluid!

Gaining a running start, Dave bulldogs Oblivion to the mat as the fans boo even louder! Dave then bends down and turns the Big Dog over, only to slap him disrespectfully in the face! He then grabs the tattooed arm of Oblivion and drags him to the corner of the ring, tagging in Mister Luck with a smile!

Gibson: You got to be kidding me! Once again, the LVC have resorted to blatant cheating!

Long: It’s only cheating if you get caught!

With both hands raised, Luck taunts the crowd! He then bends over, picking Oblivion up by the hair. Sliding Oblivion’s head between his legs, Luck laughs as he signals… for The Full Throttle!!

Gibson: WHAT?! Luck is using Oblivion’s finisher, adding insult to injury! COME ON REF!

Luck begins to pull on Oblivion, only to switch up his posture. Dave enters the ring, and the both work together, nailing the “Dead Man’s Hand”! Luck then covers for the pin!

1..
2...
Kick out!

Raising a hand, Luck signals for the end. Dave shoves the referee out of the way and brings Oblivion to his feet. Lifting up Oblivion, Dave holds him in a power bomb position as Luck ascends the turnbuckle! Luck signals to the fans as he prepares for the teams super finisher.. “The Ace”!!

Long: Here we go, the end of Oblivion! It was really a matter of time until… what?!!

The fans begin cheering as Xplode runs across the ring! He flies into the air with a forearm, sending Dave into Luck, causing Luck to tumble off the top rope and down to ringside! Dave releases Oblivion and turns to Xplode who standing there staring at him! The fans begin screaming as both men suddenly erupt in a huge fist fight! Dave pulls back with a haymaker, finding nothing but air as Xplode ducks under the punch! Xplode then grabs him by the head and uses a DDT, bringing Dave to the mat head first!

Helping Oblivion to his feet, Xplode suddenly lets go of his brother, allowing an oncoming Dave Markinson to miss with a hard big boot! With the fans in full swing, Xplode grabs Dave, Irish Whipping him to the ropes hard. As Dave returns, Xplode lifts him up easily, planting Dave into the mat with a stiff spine buster! The fans cheer as Xplode stands up and holds out his arms in a loud war cry!!!

Gibson: Xplode’s greatest strength has always been his ring sense. It’s nice seeing him back in action once again! It’s almost as if he never left!

The referee tries to usher Xplode back out of the as Oblivion wipes the remnants of the spray out of his eyes. Luck is once again at ringside, slamming his open palm against the turnbuckle for the tag. Oblivion spots Luck, and then points in Xplode’s direction as the fans lose it! He then walks towards his corner as Dave scrambles to his! Dave tags in Mister Luck just as Xplode is now legally tagged in!

Gibson: Here we go!

Luck and Xplode rush at one another, exchanging blows upon meeting! Luck grabs Xplode, and Xplode twists around, falling to the mat with a neck breaker! Luck is momentarily stunned as Xplode rolls over to his side and back to his feet! Checking his knee pads, Xplode stalks Luck! Luck sits up and slowly gets back to his feet, only to be scooped up and flung backwards with an inverted backbreaker!! The fans scream loudly now as Xplode is on fire!!

Scrambling to his feet, Xplode runs to a corner of the ring, elbowing Dave in the jaw in the process! He then rushes back and drops a hard elbow unto Mister Luck! With the fans begging for more like ravenous animals, Xplode stands up and signals.. For the Drop Zone!

Gibson: This could be it! Xplode is setting up for the Drop Zone!

Grabbing the head of Luck, Xplode brings him in to position! Dave rushes into the ring yet again sending a hard forearm into Xplode, breaking up the finisher attempt. Oblivion rushes into the ring now, entering the fray! The referee desperately tries to break up the carnage, only to be tossed to the mat hard by Mister Luck! The ref then rushes to Xplode, grabbing him by the arm to break it up once again! Xplode yanks his arm away and rolls him to the mat even harder this time!! As the four competitors continue to unload on one another, the ref turns over and signals for the bell!

Walt: Ladies and gentlemen.. This match has been ended by double disqualification.

The fans begin boo loudly as Mark Rivera shows up on the stage. The booing is even louder as the fans spot him. Rivera begins to speak.

Rivera: This is unacceptable. I gave you all the match that you requested and this is the thanks that I get? The four of you have really put me in a bind. I am removing the four of you from the Royal Rumble match up at Scars and Stripes. Instead, it will be Mister Luck with Dave Markinson in his corner against Oblivion… with Xplode in his corner. I want this settled.

The fans begin cheering as the camera pans to the men inside the ring. Xplode is shown shit talking Dave and Luck as Oblivion points in Luck's direction!

Long: Good. Luck will finally have the chance to destroy that thug once and for all.

Gibson: We shall see… we shall see..

[primetime]

Rodgers: Ladies and Gentlemen.. Please welcome.. Jack Bull!

The fans are heard cheering as Jack Rodgers waits backstage. Walking into view, Jack Bull adjusts his jacket as he nod sin Rodgers’s direction.

Rodgers: Jack, tonight the night! You get another shot at the World Title! Any thoughts as you get ready for war?

The fans cheer loudly as Jack listens a moment.

Bull: Sure thing, I have a thought or two. I think for one.. You stink. What are you wearing, girlie perfume?!

The fans laugh as Rodgers begins to smell himself. He then shakes his head negatively..

Bull: Shut up. Don’t say it. I don’t wanna know. Look, tonight I am about to go to battle against three of the most overrated men in the history of televised sports! From long haired Guns and Roses reject.. Scorpion.. To the walking Grape Ape.. TITAN… it’s a big joke! If that is what I have to go through to win a strap that should have been mine long ago.. Then so be it.

Rodgers: Let’s not forget about Roy Viper?

Bull: Roy who? Oooooh, the kid who kissed ample enough ass to get in the main event deal. Yeah, I won’t forget about him..

The fans laugh as Jack pretends to fall asleep.

Rodgers: Jack?

Bull: LISTEN! (Startles Rodgers.) Tonight, all hell will break loose without a doubt! Sure, it will be tough but my focus is on Scorpion first and foremost. I have been training with the absolute best in the business to put that jackass down. He got away from me last time, but not again. I personally guaran-damn-tee you that Scorpion will NOT walk out with the World Title! That’s a fact!

The fans cheer as Jack Bull heads to the ring. The feed fades out as Rodgers smiles.

[primetime]

Main Event
Asylum World Championship
Fatal Fourway
Special Referee: Mark Rivera
Scorpion vs. Jack Bull vs. Roy Viper vs. TITAN

Long: Now, it is time for the Asylum World Championship to be defended. The dangerous, diabolical and downright excellent Scorpion defends against the equally brilliant and tactical Roy Viper, the monstrous Titan, and…..Jack Bull.

Gibson: Nice to see you downplaying Bulls role in this match. Bull came up short at Retribution, and my money will be on him doing his damnedest to win the title!

Long: Sorry, but with Viper and Scorpion in the ring? Bull won’t have a chance in hell.

Gibson: Let’s see if your words hold weight, then.

The lights dim down to a blood red hue. Immediately, the fans stand up to their feet and boo as camera flashes sprinkle the arena. “Another Way to Die” by Disturbed begins to play as smoke machines release their contents upon the stage. The stage lights emit a strobe as Barry Jordan strolls out confidently onto the stage as the fans jeer as loud as they possibly can. Jordan simply grins, motioning to the stage area.

Walt: Coming to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds.. he is the monster of the Asylum.. TIIIITAAAAAAANNNN!!!

Trash begins to rain down from the rafters as TITAN steps out into view. He bounces in place as the fog surrounds his legs and feet. Looking down at the stage, he bounces a bit more until he suddenly jumps in to the air, an explosion rocks the arena behind him as he lands! With Barry Jordan beside him, TITAN makes his way down the ramp way now as the fans scream at him. He arrives as the ringside area only to look over his shoulder. The camera zooms in on his face as he grimaces. He then proceeds to hop to the ringside area and easily hops over the top rope after. The fans continue to respond as TITAN heads to the center of the stage, only to raise both fists in the air over his head. Behind him, camera flashes litter the background. The lights then brighten to normal as he heads to his corner, pumping his arms and warming himself up. "Another Way to Die" is replaced instantly by "Spitfire" by the Prodigy! The crowds jeers immediately turn into roaring cheers as Jack strolls out from behind the corner, signalling for the fans to raise the roof! He looks down at the ring at the waiting TITAN and cricks his neck, signalling at his waist for his intentions to grab the belt as he begins to storm down the ramp.

Walt: Residing in Bakersfield, California, weighing in at two hundred and forty one pounds..JACK! BUULLLLL!!

Jack slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, walking over to the lower-left turnbuckle and throwing up the "Hook'em Horns" to adoring crowd before hopping down and walking across the ring to the lower-right corner, squatting down and carefully watching TITAN in the opposite corner who simply gives a sadistic grin. The music fades as "Divide" by Disturbed blasts over the PA System, causing a renewed hatred to erupt from the stands as Sara strolls out from behind the curtain, signalling to the stage before Roy Viper walks out from behind the curtain, holding his hands out in the shape of guns. After a few seconds, he 'fires' the guns, causing pyro to erupt from the turnbuckles as he begins to make his way down the ramp.

Walt: From Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds...ROY! VIIPEEERRRRR!!

Viper runs forward as Sara strolls around the outside of the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and walking across the ring towards the upper-left turnbuckle, hopping up and laying across it, watching Bull carefully as his attention switches from TITAN to the traitorous Viper. "Divide" cuts out, along with the arena lights as
"The Other Side" by Sirenia begins to play over the speakers. Two spotlights shine on a portion to the left of the stage where The Scorpion slowly raises from, knelt in prayer with the World Championship glinting around his waist. As soon as he has reached the top of his stage, Scorpion slowly opens his eyes and stands up, calmly walking down to the ring without paying attention to the vicious jeers.

Walt: Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, the Asylum World Champion....THE SCORPIIIIOOOONNNN!!!

Scorpion walks up the steel steps behind Bulls corner, ignoring Bulls presence and walking across the apron before climbing into the ring, walking into the lower-right corner and kneeling once more, saying another quick prayer under his breath before getting to his feet and throwing his trenchcoat to the outside, turning around to face into the ring.

Walt: And now, please welcome the special referee of this match...the CEO of the Asylum..MARK! RIIVERAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Walt can barely be heard over the violent jeers as Rivera, grinning brightly, strolls out onto the stage wearing a referee uniform, waving mockingly to the crowd, some of who take the opportunity to attempt pelting Rivera with trash. Rivera simply jogs down the ramp, sliding into the ring and jogging into the middle, almost instantly pointing to the timekeeper and forcing the match to begin very quickly.


DING DING DING!

Scorpion and Viper exchange quick glances, knowing that either man is going to take the opportunity when it arises in the match. Both men turn their heads to Bull, then to Titan. Titan, upon seeing this, bursts out laughing and walks calmly forward to Viper, who rushes out and tries to deliver a Clothesline. Titan simply stands firm, shaking his head and telling Viper to try again! Viper runs forward, but Titan leans down, lifting Viper without any problems into a Gorilla Press position, before slamming him down violently into the mat. With Titan preoccupied, Bull takes the chance to rush Titan, delivering a swift forearm into the back of Titans head. Titan turns around, but Bull begins to rain several quick right hands into Titans jaw! Titan stumbles back slightly under the rain of heavy blows Bull is throwing, but he quickly grabs Bulls right hand. Bull responds by beginning to throw a few punches with his left fist. Titan grabs Bulls left fist, lunging forward and headbutting him roughly in the chin. Bull stumbles back, retorting by running forward and slamming his head into Titans mouth with a headbutt of his own!

Titan stumbles back against the ropes, something which forces Viper to momentarily roll out. Scorpion slowly walks towards Bulls back, glaring at him without emotion as Bull leans down, grabbing Titans thick right leg and trying to lift him up and over the ropes. Titan drives the point of his elbow into the top of Bulls skull, causing him to stumble back into Scorpion, who lifts him up and slams him violently backwards into the mat with the Lament of Innocence (Angle Slam) Scorpion kicks Bull roughly in the stomach as he gets to his feet, rushing Titan and going for a Yakuza Kick. Titan ducks, but the ring-smart Scorpion stops suddenly, knowing Titan would attempt the reversal, and simply swings his foot up into Titans mouth, busting his upper lip open like a ripe tomato! Titan leans up and, before Scorpion can move in for the kill, grabs Scorpions throat!

The crowd watch on the edge of their seats as Titan stares into Scorpions eyes, breathing ferally before Viper hops onto the apron, nimbly climbing onto the second rope and grasping Titans free arm. Titan has zero time to react before Viper hops up, locking his legs around Titans throat and locking in a Triangle Hold! Rivera watches as Viper does so, simply checking his watch instead of counting for a disqualification. Titans grip loosens on Scorpion as Viper tightens his legs around Titans neck, screaming loudly at Titan to tap. Titan shakes angrily, leaning up slightly and yelling out for Rivera to start a count. Rivera simply dusts off the legs of his referee uniform nonchalantly, ignoring Titan.

Long: The Viper has its pray trapped and he’s squeezing the life out of it like the deadly anaconda! Titan has nowhere to go now!

Gibson: This is bullshit! Riveras doing nothing! I hate Titan as much as everyone else here, but Rivera should be doing something!

Scorpion looks down at Bull, but then snaps his head up at Titan whose eyes are beginning to droop as Vipers hold tightens even more. Scorpion rushes forward, nailing Titan with a Yakuza Kick with enough force to send Titan up and over the top rope with Viper beneath him, crushing Viper between safety mat and Titan! Scorpion turns to Rivera, then down to Bull before grabbing his neck, dragging him roughly to his feet and between his legs, locking his arms around his back before lifting him up and planting his skull into the mat with a swift Tiger Driver, rolling him onto his back and covering him. Rivera kneels down..

1..2—KICK OUT!

Despite the quick count, Bull somehow manages to thrust a shoulder up. Rivera looks at Scorpion, who stands up, grabbing Bull by his throat and pulling him up once more, leaning down and thrusting his shoulder into Bulls stomach, forcing him forward into the lower-left turnbuckle and keeping his shoulder pressed into his stomach. Bull brings down a quick Axe Handle on Scorpions upper shoulders, but Scorpion responds by pulling back and slamming his shoulder into Bulls abdomen. He pulls back, slamming his shoulder into Bulls abdomen once more. Scorpion pulls back a third time, but quickly leans up, slamming the back of his elbow into Bulls jaw. Bull remains stuck in the corner as Scorpion leans a foot up, pressing it into Bulls throat. Rivera, once again, simply checks his watch, tapping it before watching Scorpion choke Bull. Bull, enraged, grabs Scorpions foot, angrily pulling it away from his throat before pushing him forward and onto his back as the crowd explodes into cheers! Bull runs forward, mounting Scorpion and knots his left hand in Scorpions hair, getting a ruthlessly-tight grip and beginning to deliver several heavy-handed blows into Scorpions temple! Rivera rushes forward, beginning to count for disqualification!

Bull lets go almost immediately, standing up and getting into Riveras face, yelling at him to officiate properly. As Rivera and Bull exchange heated words, Titan is back up on the outside. He grabs Viper by his throat, pulling him to his feet effortlessly. He locks in a Bearhug, running forward with Viper and slams his back roughly into the nearby turnbuckle post! Viper yells out in pain, but Titan simply turns around without losing momentum, running forward and driving Vipers back into the upper-right turnbuckle post! Viper yells out once more, but Titan simply stands back, spinebustering Viper onto the set of steel steps! Viper is laid out across them as Titan slides into the ring. Bull quickly breaks his attention away from Rivera, turning to the monstrous Titan who simply pushes him to one side, getting into Riveras face and warning him to officiate properly. Bull pushes Titan away as he speaks, and Titan turns around, shoving Bull away.

Bull runs forward, jumping slightly and slamming his forearm into the side of Titans jaw. Titan stumbles back slightly, and Bull places an arm around Titans chest, looking for the BullsEye, but Titan quickly grasps a hand around Bulls throat, lifting him slightly! Before Titan can finish the Chokeslam, Bull struggles violently, leaning over Titans shoulder and locking an arm around his neck, dragging him downwards as he lands back on his feet before swinging his foot forward, nailing a Snap DDT which spikes Titans head into the mat!

Gibson: Beautiful move from Bull! Great ring awareness to reverse the Chokeslam, too!

Long: One good move doesn’t make him win the match. He’s been the pray for Scorpion for a while.

Gibson: Shut up, he just spiked Titan down into the mat! Titan! A guy who could eat entire trees and spit out toothpicks!

Bull rolls Titan on his back, slowly covering him. Rivera uneasily kneels beside him.

1………………………………..KICK OUT!

Titan thrusts a shoulder up, and Bull kneels up with his hands on his hips, staring at Rivera in disbelief as he simply stands up, favouring his shoulder and pointing at it, feigning an injury as the reason for the slow count. Bull shakes his head, getting to his feet, but Scorpion quickly rushes forward, locking in a roll-up!

1.2.3—KICK OUT!!

Bull manages to power out of the quick count, getting to his feet and turning around. Scorpion swiftly darts up onto his feet. Bull runs forward for a Lariat, but Scorpion ducks under it, spinning around on the balls of his feet and locking Bulls arms in position. Bull struggles wildly, pushing backwards and forcing Scorpion to step backwards slightly towards the ropes, but Scorpion manages to twist to the left, nailing a quick Dragon Suplex! Scorpion twists them both around, pulling Bull to his feet once more before hitting a second Dragon Suplex! Scorpion twists them around again, looking over his shoulder at the middle of the ring and driving Bull back a third time..twisting him around and hauling both men to their feet once more! Viper slowly slides in, favouring his back as he does and remains laid on his stomach, watching as Scorpion pays no attention to him, instead hitting Bull with a fourth Dragon Suplex, and once again twisting both men around and dragging them to their feet. Viper senses his opportunity, darting forward and locking his arms around Scorpions waist. With Scorpion still holding onto Bull, Viper slams his feet into the ground, managing to summon the strength to German Suplex Scorpion, which in term hits Bull with an elevated Dragon Suplex which causes the ring to shake violently as the gigantic move hits! Viper quickly covers Scorpion!

1.2.3—KICK OUT!

Scorpion quickly kicks out, and Viper glances at Rivera who made the fast count, shrugging. Titan is now back on his feet, turning to face Viper who leaps up, nailing the giant with a Dropkick which sends him stumbling back into the lower-left corner. Viper runs forward, hitting a Running Dropkick which sandwiches Titan even further in the corner. With Titan somewhat subdued, Viper grabs him, dragging him out of the corner slightly before running towards the ropes and hopping onto the middle rope, springboarding off and twisting around, catching Titans neck and slamming him into the ground with an amazing Springboard Swinging Neckbreaker! He goes for the cover..

1.2—

Scorpion crawls over, grabbing both of Vipers legs and dragging him off of Titan. Viper scrambles to his feet, looking at Scorpion who slowly rises to his feet, shaking his head. Rivera steps between the two, telling them not to turn on eachother, but Viper instead shoves Scorpion away! Scorpion lunges forward, but Rivera manages to stand firmly between them both, keeping them from trading blows. Before Rivera can react, Bull lunges up, rolling up Scorpion for the cover! Viper simply folds his arms, watching as Rivera hesitantly falls to his knees.

1………KICK OUT!

Scorpion roughly kicks out of the roll-up, but Bull is ready this time: As soon as Scorpion stands up and twists around, Bull delivers a rough kick to Scorpions abdomen, grasping his neck and driving him into the mat with a swift DDT. Viper runs over, but Bull lunges forward, slamming his fist into Vipers gut and causing him to double over. Bull grabs Vipers shoulder, turning him around and Irish whipping him before dragging him towards him, lifting Viper onto his shoulders and using the momentum to execute a fluid Samoan Drop! Titan slowly slides out of the ring, taking the chance to catch his breath as Bull steps back, watching both Viper and Scorpion carefully. Rivera watches hesitantly as Viper stumbles to his feet, turning around and into Bull who wraps an arm over his chest, lifting him up and slamming him into the mat with a BullsEye as Scorpion quickly rolls out of the ring! Bull covers Viper, hooking the leg!

1…………………………………………………………………..2………………………………

Rivera stops counting suddenly, clutching his wrist and feigning an injury, shaking it roughly and pointing to it. Bull furiously stands up, walking over to Rivera and grabbing him by his collar, shaking him slightly and telling him that he’ll kick his ass if he doesn’t start refereeing properly.

Long: Bull has absolutely no right to tell Rivera how to officiate!

Gibson: Are you—Are you serious?! Bull was the goddamn champion right there, but Rivera just didn’t count the pin! That was the slowest damn count I’ve seen! Bull should have won this!

Long: I don’t hear the bell ringing, Rock, so the match ISN’T over!

Bull turns around, walking over to Viper and grasping his hair, pulling him roughly to his feet as Scorpion slides a steel chair into the ring. Rivera quickly shimmies around Bull and Viper, standing in front of the chair to try and keep it hidden from view as Bull places his arm over Vipers chest once more. Viper quickly reacts, slamming his knee into Bulls abdomen and causing him to collapse to one knee. Thinking quickly, Viper jolts into action, moving behind Bull and grabbing his right foot, dragging him into the middle of the ring and kneeling down, locking in an Ankle Lock! Bull begins to scream in agony, desperately clawing forward towards the set of ropes! Scorpion slides into the ring, grasping the chair and moving backwards, simply watching Viper as he begins to violently torque the ankle, causing Bull to scream louder. In a fit of adrenaline, Bull digs his fingers into the mat, powerfully dragging himself forward and lunging at the bottom rope, wrapping his arms around it! Rivera, however, simply walks over to the bottom rope, moving his left leg outwards and nudging the rope out of Bulls grasp and further away!

Bull begins to pound the mat with a balled fist, his expression changing from agonised into a determined fury. The crowd begin to clap in unison to Bull pounding the mat as Viper keeps the lock locked on. Bull grasps the bottom rope once more, locking both arms around it, but before Rivera can move it away, Bull sweeps and rolls to the right, causing Viper to roll across the ring and into the southern set of ropes! Scorpion quickly runs forward, but Bull gets on one knee, slamming his fist into Scorpions stomach! Scorpion doubles over slightly and Bull leans up, attempting to wrestle the chair from Scorpions grip! Rivera rushes over, grasping the chair and tries to wrestle it in favour of Scorpion, but none of the men are ready or aware as Titan slides into the ring, exploding into a sprint and tackling Bull violently, causing a domino effect which sends Rivera and Scorpion down to the mat! Titan jumps to his feet, grabbing Bull by the back of his neck and pulling him backwards, throwing him to the mat before mounting Scorpion, grasping the side of his head and beginning to deliver several forearm blows into Scorpions temple. Scorpion raises his arms, trying to deflect the blows, but this simply causes Titan to clench his fist, bringing it down into various points on Scorpions face.

Scorpion slowly shifts his knees up and under Titan, who continues to deliver the heavy blows as Scorpions eyes dull slightly, starting to indicate he is losing consciousness and awareness somewhat. Before Titan can continue the damage, Scorpion pulls his knees back fully, pushing them upwards into Titans abdomen and forcing Titan up slightly. Titan attempts a punch, but it’s easy to see for Scorpion who quickly moves his head, causing Titan to punch the mat, allowing Scorpion to lean up and deliver a quick, open slap to Titans ear. Titan stumbles back, clutching his ear slightly and allowing Scorpion to roll backwards and onto his feet, lunging forward and locking Titan in position before lifting him up, spinning around and driving him skull-first into the mat with the Eternus Moestitia! (Spinning Brainbuster) Before Scorpion can go for a cover, Bull gets back to his feet, rushing over and nailing him with a quick Running Lariat! Bull turns around to face Viper, who is now clutching the chair slid in by Scorpion. Viper swings it, but Bull swiftly dodges to the right, allowing the steel to slam into the mat. Viper turns around, walking into a quick right hook followed by a big left jab from Bull! The crowd roar in delight as Bull begins to deliver a series of quick jabs with both hands, hitting Viper in the face and chest!

Gibson: And Bull just unloading on Viper now! He could damn well knock him out!

Long: No fair! Referee! Closed fists are surely grounds for disqualification!

Viper can barely defend himself as Bull hits a swift left jab which knocks Viper backwards to the mat. Bull advances, but stops suddenly, twisting right as Scorpion, wielding the chair himself, swings it towards Bulls head. Bull ducks under it, grasping Scorpions tights and using his momentum to push him further, sending him into Rivera who is sent stumbling to the ropes! Scorpion turns around, but Bull swiftly kicks him in the stomach before grasping both of his arms, moving them downwards forcibly so the steel chair is over his face before pulling his right fist back and delivering a thunderous punch which causes the steel to smash into Scorpions face with a devastating wallop! Scorpion stumbles around, dropping the chair before turning around, walking into Bull who sets up the BullsEye!

Before Bull can lift Scorpion. Viper moves forward, locking his arms around Bulls waist and dragging him backwards, turning him and hoping to execute a German Suplex. Scorpion grasps the top rope, shaking his head and looking up, hope to regain his wits as Titan, who has pulled himself up into the upper-right corner, watches on, waiting for the moment to strike. Bull delivers a swift elbow to Viper, turning to face him..

Before Bull can lift Scorpion. Viper moves forward, locking his arms around Bulls waist and dragging him backwards, turning him and hoping to execute a German Suplex. Scorpion grasps the top rope, shaking his head and looking up, hope to regain his wits as Titan, who has pulled himself up into the upper-right corner, watches on, waiting for the moment to strike. Bull delivers a swift elbow to Viper, turning to face him. Viper stumbles backward, his arms flailing behind him. Jack Bull backs up now, setting up for something big!

Bull then rushes forward, his eyes upon the prize! Before he can reach Viper though, Scorpion uses the bottom rope of the ring to launch himself into the air and unto Bull with a super bulldog!! Bull doesn’t feel a thing though, his adrenaline flowing! The crowd is behind him chanting “BULL! BULL!” as he quickly kicks up to his feet! Scorpion does the same thing as the crowd cheers with excitement! Both men stare at one another a moment until they finally unleash upon one another! Scorpion launches a volley of precise chops while Bull unloads with heavy fists! They continue to exchange blows until Bull gains the upper hand, ducking under a chop and grabbing Scorpion! Bull then Irish Whips Scorpion to the ropes and posts up… only to shoulder charge the World Champion!

The crowd is really into it now as Bull picks himself up and adjusts his knee pads. He turns around.. Right into TITAN!

Gibson: BULL WATCH OUT!!!

Before Bull can react, TITAN grabs him by the neck and hoists him into the air! Lifting Bull into a seated position.. TITAN drops him with a power bomb again.. And again .. And again.. For the devastator! Bull lands on his back with arms out! Scorpion, now back on his feet, grabs TITAN by the arm but is elbowed in the jaw in response! TITAN then turns around and spears Scorpion to the mat hard!!

Long: Text book… impressive!

TITAN stands back up now with the crowd booing like crazy! He slowly looks across the ring and sees Viper who is finally rising to his feet. Walking up behind him, he hoists him into the air nails the Mass Effect! (F-5) The crowd screams as TITAN covers for the pin..

1.…
Scorpion shakes off the cobwebs.
2.…..
Scrambling, Scorpion crawls towards TITAN… only to be grabbed by Bull!! Bull is shown smiling as he holds on to the leg of Scorpion, not letting him break up the pin!!

THREE!!!

Walt: Winner.. And NEW Asylum World Champion.. TITAN!!

The fans begin to boo loudly as TITAN rises up off of Viper. He glances over in Mark Rivera’s direction as Rivera leans against the ropes with a smirk upon his face! Nodding, Rivera then walks over to an official to rip the title belt out of his hands… he then walks over to TITAN and stares at him. Trash is being hurled into the ring as the World Title is handed to TITAN..

Gibson: TITAN has done it. He has become the World Champion for the second time in his career..

Long: Hail the new champion! I for one never had a doubt in him at all! He is a perfect specimen!

Gibson: Wait.. Something is going on at ringside!

The camera pans back to the ring where we see…. Scorpion and Jack Bull still going at it! Both men are unloading on one another until Jack Bull clotheslines Scorpion over the guard rail! Raising a fist, Jack us suddenly grabbed by Scorpion who drags him over the rail as well! With the fans screaming and surrounding them, Jack Bull and Scorpion hold nothing back as the two literally try to kill one another!! Scorpion finally breaks away, Irish Whipping Jack Bull against the guard rail! He is going crazy with anger!! Jack Bull remains in place as Scorpion charges him, only to slam into steel as Bull moves at the last second!!! With the crowd getting larger, both men continue to go at it until they reach the corner of the stage… and disappear from view.

In the ring, Mark Rivera, Barry Jordan and the new World Champion, TITAN are shown laughing. TITAN hoists the title belt unto his large shoulder and then accepts a microphone from Walt as Rivera begins to clap with pride. A few paper cups and other articles hit TITAN in the chest as he turns to face the fans..

TITAN: I told you all… it was only a matter of time. ALL OF YOU.. And everyone in the back… have no choice but to accept the damn facts. I AM THE STANDARD for excellence around here. I have beaten EVERYONE in this company. EVERYONE! No one in this world can stand up to me. It’s almost pointless to even be in this shitty company.

The fans begin to boo loudly now.. Shaking the arena around them. The inside of the ring is now almost completely covered in trash.

TITAN: That being said. I am bored. So, I am putting out an open challenge to anyone in the back. Hell, I challenge anyone in this fucking building!! I will put my World Title on the line against whoever has the balls to step up to me! Remember… there is one drawback. That drawback… is that you’re facing me..

The fans begin to scream now as the feed cuts to ringside.

Gibson: Do you hear this? TITAN challenged anyone?!! That’s a scary thing to do!

Long: He is the best. It’s easy to… wait.. Who is this?!!

The lights dim down as the fans begin to cheer loudly! Lights begin to strobe now as TITAN is shown leaning against the ropes, laughing.

TITAN: Ooooooh pretty lights. Just get your ass out here! Who is this? Cross? Bane? Or maybe.. Oblivion?!

A lone figure walks through the entrance now, his face covered by a large hoodie. The person stops just short of the ramp way, staring back at the ring with his face still hidden in the shadows..

Gibson: Who is this person that is standing up the World Champion? This is amazing!

Long: The nerve of this man trying to steal the new champion’s thunder! This is TITAN’s night! Go back where you came from and respect the situation!!

The figure remains on the stage area saying nothing. Mark Rivera accepts a microphone and begins to speak, frustrated..

Rivera: Just who in the hell do you think you are?! Huh?! You don’t come out to my ring and interrupt what is a perfectly good celebration!

The figure slowly begins to walk towards the ring now as the fans scream like crazy! He reaches ringside now, glancing up at the men inside. Cautiously, the man slides under the bottom rope, standing up to stare at the three men in the ring now. With the fans screaming louder than ever, the man slowly removes his hoodie…. Revealing his face!

Gibson: IT’S CHRIS SABORA!!! SABORA IS BACK! SABORA IS BACK!! THE MACHINE HAS RETURNED!! OH MY GAAAAAAAWD HE HAS RETURNED!!!

Letting the hoodie slide off of his large frame, Sabora reaches down and reveals what looks to be a heavy knee brace…

Rivera: Chris, now you know that you should not be here. The Doctors informed me of your condition. That knee can’t support your own weight let alone allow you to compete. So, I suggest..

Sabora reaches down and unbuckles the brace… tossing it on the mat before Rivera as the fans scream!! TITAN is shown fuming as Barry Jordan tries to calm him down.

TITAN: TO HELL WITH THIS!!! I PUT YOU DOWN BEFORE… I WILL DO IT AGAIN!!

TITAN suddenly flings the World Title to the floor, choosing to charge Sabora with the spear!! Sabora sidesteps quickly, causing TITAN to miss! TITAN rebounds and turns around.. Right into the Maximum Overdrive!!!!

Gibson: SABORA DROPPED THE CHAMP!! THE MAXIMUM OVERDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!

Kicking back up to his feet now, Sabora turns to face the remaining two men in the ring as they slide out and run up the ramp way, leaving TITAN on dream street! With the fans screaming like crazy, Sabora glances out at them and then to TITAN. He then walks over to the center of the ring and picks up the World Championship! He stares at it awhile as camera flashes go off behind him! Finally, he walks over to TITAN’s fallen form and lets it simply drop on top of his heaving chest! Sabora then looks out at the fans as “The Sounds of Madness” by Shinedown begins to play!!

Gibson: Well it looks like TITAN got his answer and then some!

Long: This is preposterous! That man is in no shape to compete, you heard the boss!

Gibson: What I heard and what I saw are two different things! Well, that sums it up folks! Another exciting episode of SNV in the books. I am Rock Gibson..

Long: And I am Glorious Sidney Long..

Gibson: Good night..

The feed switches back to the ring where we see Chris Sabora standing on a turnbuckle. He stares out at the fans and then to TITAN who still is out cold. The feed… fades out.