9th October Sunday Night Vengeance

[The Sky King]

The feed to tonights Sunday Night Vengeance pans across the arena as we see the fans waving and screaming in front of the camera. Various signs of various colors are being waved by the Asylums faithful fans, including “CROSS IS OUR KING”, “SHUT UP HETFIELD” and “I CAME TO SEE OBLIVION”. The cheers continue to fill the arena as the feed cuts away from the fans and towards ringside, where Sidney Long and Rock Gibson are sat the announce table, looking at the camera and discussing matters amongst themselves. Gibson shakes his head as Long lets out a loud laugh, slapping Gibsons shoulder.

Gibson:: "Welcome to you fans on a bitter October night, as we present Sunday Night Vengeance! We have a hell of a show for you, a show that promises thrills, twists and, of course, wrestling action from some of the greatest in the business today!"

Long:: "That’s right, Rock! Tonight’s main event sees Roy Viper and the titanic Brett Cross battle it out in, if you don’t mind me using a tired cliché, a battle between David and Goliath! We also have the debut of Doctor Rudkilde, we will see Oblivion and Xplode possible trade blows, and we will see more from Maynard Hetfield!"

Gibson:: "Indeed, but up next is a Triple Threat—Hang on. It's--Oh."

“Ticks and Leeches” by Tool begins to play as the fans storm to their feet, their wild cheers suddenly replaced by a wave of booming jeers as Maynard Hetfield throws the curtain aside, clutching a microphone in his hand as he looks around at the fans. The music stops as suddenly as it starts as Hetfield takes a few steps out onto the stage, his footsteps echoing as he does.

Hetfield:: “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Sunday Night Vengeance. Welcome to the beginning of the end.”

The crowd let loose a flurry of violent jeers as Hetfield gives a small smirk, looking around at them.

Hetfield:: “Last week, my match was interrupted by that fat bastard TITAN digging his grubby mitts into matters where they did not belong. Me and Cross were due to battle to the death, due to battle until one man collapsed with the other mans foot upon his chest. As seems commonplace in this horrible federation, the fight finished when another man interfered. I talk of gladiators, and yet we have wastrel little bastards like TITAN getting involved, like a spineless coward!

So, I couldn’t deliver my message. I couldn’t deliver anything, all because that fool got involved. Poor management in the back has ensured that he will just be able to trot along and get away with it, too! Well, not tonight. I may not be booked, but I can damn well promise you that my wrath will be felt upon this federation. You may hate the message, you may fear hearing it, but you cannot kill the courier who carries it. That message is more dangerous and more vile than any of you could ever imagine. A message that will change the way you look at this federation forever.”

Hetfield begins to pace down the ramp, a ripple of hatred cutting through the air from the crowd.

Hetfield:: “Look at you all. Have you all bothered to look in the mirror? Look into your eyes. The hate I see is incredible. Even though you all hate me, you all despise, you all downplay what meagre achievements I have scraped together, yet every single one of you act with raw emotion towards me. How many of you have felt that when Viper walks down the ramp? How many of you feel it when you see Danny Tenfold? How many of you feel it when you see Cross? I doubt you do. I doubt you feel raw emotion. Most of you probably feel pangs and twitches, but not that raw, pulsing emotion..That emotion that feeds a man like me.

It is feelings like that which make me the best in the business, whether you like it or not. That ability that allows me to get directly under the skin of each and every single last one of you, as well as those peasants in the back! Not only that, but it gives me a dangerous weapon in these predicaments. A very dangerous weapon indeed. One that could quite possibly destroy this company and the morale of each and every single one of you related to this company: My title shot at Prestige.”

Hetfield jogs forward, sliding under the bottom rope on his torso and rolling onto his back, arching his legs and kipping up in a swift feat of athleticism, looking around at the crowd.

Hetfield:: “That title shot, if I win it, will spend the end of the Asylum and EUW. When I win, this company will be united under a single company. How? Simple: I will destroy the one thing that still links both companies together. I will destroy the prestige of the World Championship. I will take it at Prestige, I will take it from under the noses of the two retarded brutes slapfighting for it, and I will destroy it! I will annihilate it! No more Asylum! No more EUW! No more fighting for championships like clowns! We will fight only for glory by name by destroying our opponents! We will take this together! All of us will herald the birth of a new Empire!”

The crowd give an uncertain jeer, although a few of the crowd seem to now be listening. Hetfield gives a small nod.

Hetfield:: “When I take that title, and cast it into the crowd, I will expose its flaws and its weaknesses. Its mortality. I will cast it to you, the people, and you will take it and cast it aside. When you cast aside, we can destroy the images of false idols such as Kirk Kennedy and Mark Rivera, and we will herald a BRAND! NEW! EMPEROOORRRRR!!

“Highway to Hell” by AC/DC interrupts Hetfield, and immediately causes a renewed wave of jeers to boom from the crowd. Hetfield gives a smirking sneer, turning to the ramp and looking up to the stage as Mark Rivera storms out onto the stage, his face reddening in anger as he points at the ring.

Rivera:: ”SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!”

The crowd half-laugh, half-jeer at Rivera as Hetfield gives a small nod.

Hetfield:: “Mark, you look like a beetroot.”

A small ripple of laughter cuts across the crowd.

Rivera:: “Did you honestly THINK for one second that you could say all this about me and just scuttle away into the darkness like a cockroach?”

Hetfield:: “You know damn well, Mark, that I am the only person who will accomplish what you’ve been trying to do all these years. When I get ahold of the World Championship, I will destroy it. I will rebuild it. I will make my own empire upon its ashes! And if that means plunging knives into backs, then so be it! For the good of this once-proud federation!”

Rivera:: “You think i’d ever let a wild dog like you move to the top of the food chain? No, Hetfield, you’re wrong. If my plans are to be executed by a superstar, then my plans require an obedient puppet, and you are, quite simply, not a puppet. You are nothing but a rabid dog. So you know what? All your talk of building an empire and becoming the emperor? Never. Not while I am in this company. Pack your bags: You’re out of here!!”

The fans let loose an indecisive roar mixed with jeers and cheers as Hetfield looks at Rivera, his eyes quivering slightly.

Rivera:: “You are going to be suspended until I decide you are fit enough to return. Until then, you will NOT be headlining Prestige, and you will NOT be gracing that ring!! GET OUT!!”

The jeers begin to grow louder than the cheers as Hetfield stands there, absolutely dumbstruck. However, the fans suddenly begin to silence as Hetfield’s chest begins to quiver violently.

The camera focuses on Hetfield’s face: He’s chuckling. The chuckling soon turns into a fit of hysterical laughter, causing Hetfield to fall on his rear and sit in the middle of the ring, laughing inanely as four security guards walk out from behind Rivera, who now appears disturbed by Hetfield’s laughter. The cackling continues as the security move down the ramp, but as soon as one of the guards climbs onto the apron, the cackling suddenly stops and Hetfield rises to his feet robotically, looking at Rivera.

Hetfield:: “At Prestige, I said I would be the emperor, Rivera. I don’t think you realise what that means…Mister Chief Executive Officer Rivera. I honestly don’t believe you know what you are doing.”

The fans remain uneasily quiet as Hetfield stares at Rivera darkly.

Rivera:: “Get him out of there. RIGHT NOW!!”

Hetfield throws down the microphone and holds up his right hand, rubbing his thumb, index and middle finger together, a crude symbol to indicate a person to hand over money. Rivera seems taken aback by this as Hetfield’s arm drops loosely by his side as he walks over to the security officers, shrugging nonchalantly.

Hetfield:: “Let’s go.”

Hetfield slams onto his back, rolling out of the ring as he is surrounded by the security officers who escort him up the ramp. At the top of the ramp, Rivera steps aside and both Hetfield and Rivera exchange fierce glares. Hetfield sneers slightly, stopping suddenly and barging out of the escort. Hetfield grabs Rivera’s microphone as the security officers grab his arms, pulling him back.

Hetfield:: “SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Hetfield drops the microphone, beginning to laugh inanely once more as the security officers pull him through the curtain and to the backstage. Rivera stops still for a second before looking over at Rock Gibson and Sidney Long who are watching the events unfold, seemingly muted by the strange events that have occurred.

Rivera:: “On with the show, dammit!!”

Rivera rubs his eyes, shaking his head and walking back through the curtain.

Long:: “….Dammit! He was the most entertaining part of the show!”

Gibson:: “Yes, a man ranting and raving about becoming emperor. How interesting. Now, you heard Rivera: It’s on with the show, and our opening bout will see Doctor Rudkilde, taking on James Hart, taking on Stephen Callaway in what should be a great opening bout!”

Long:: “This is bullshit! I demand a refund!”

Gibson:: “Long: You’re being paid by the company for this, you idiot.”

Long:: “…Oh. Well, that James Hart better have his face ripped off for this match to make up for it!”

The scene cuts back to the entrance ramp, where the first superstars are about to emerge. The fans slowly begin to calm down, an aura of confusion cascading over them.

[The Sky King]

Triple Threat Match
Standard Rules
James Hart vs. Doctor Rudkilde vs Stephen Callaway

The camera remains hovered in front of the ramp as "Remedy" by COLD blasts out of the sound system. Stephen Callaway throws the curtain aside, strolling out onto the ramp and making a "V1" taunt with his nose between the first two fingers. He throws his arms down, walking down the ramp singing along with his theme.

Walt:: "From Sacramento, California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty four pounds...STEPHEN! CALLAAWAAAYYYYY!!"

Callaway jogs up the steps and onto the apron, climbing through the ropes and jogging over to the upper-right corner of the turnbuckle, hopping up and repeating the same "V1" prayer taunt before jumping down and turning to face the ramp. "Remedy" is replaced by "Kiss Kiss" by Chris Brown ft. T-Pain as James Hart strolls out from behind the curtain with a bright smile on his face. A small, high-pitched cheer goes up, but is quickly overshadowed by heated jeers. Hart strolls down the ramp, grinning at the crowd.

Walt:: "From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds...JAMES! HAAAARRRTTTT!!"

Hart jogs forward, sliding in under the bottom rope and turning to the lower-right turnbuckle, climbing up and looking down at a section of five or six teenage girls who appear to be in the crowd solely to watch James Hart. Hart gives a small grin, slowly unzipped his hoody and taking it off much to the delight of the screaming girls, but much to the disgust of most others in the crowd. Callaway steps forward, but is stopped by the referee who tells him not to attack Hart. Hart takes off his cap, sunglasses and hoody, throwing them down to a nearby Crew member who catches them before he hops down from the turnbuckle, grabbing the rope and stretching. "Kiss Kiss" is immediately replaced by "Electric Chapel" by Lady GaGa as the fans get to their feet, remaining relatively quiet at this new theme music. Doctor Rudkilde bounces out onto the stage to the beat of the song before stopping at the top of the ramp. As soon as the main body of the song kicks in, he gives a small smirk from behind his transparent mask, walking down the ramp close to the left-hand side of the crowd.

Walt:: "From Karlstad, Sweden, weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds...DOCTOR! CHRISTER! RUDKIIIIILDDDE!!!!"

A few fans reach out to touch the mask of Rudkilde, but he backs up, smirking all the same before reaching the foot of the ramp. He looks over at the teenage girl fanbase of James Hart, instead turning his back to them and walking over to the crowd barrier, reaching into his vest and pulling out a white rose before walking over to a young brunette, handing her the rose. The woman gives a small, embarrassed smile as she takes the rose. Rudkilde turns around, rolling into the ring and throwing out his arms, soaking in the crowds growing cheers towards this new superstar. Rudkilde takes off his vest, throwing it over the top rope where it is caught by a Crew member. Rudkilde makes a point to walk over to the upper-right corner, opposite where James Hart is currently standing. Rudkilde keeps his eyes trained on Hart as Callaway looks at both men, the referee pointing to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Rudkilde immediately charges out of his corner, as does Hart. Hart leaps up instantly, slamming his knee violently into Rudkilde’s face with a Busaiku Knee Kick. Rudkilde slams violently down into the mat as Hart rolls backwards onto his feet as Callaway slides out of the ring, cricking his neck and rubbing his fists as he watches Hart grab both of Rudkilde’s legs, lifting them up and going for a Sharpshooter. Rudkilde quickly lunges out, kicking Hart away before rolling backwards himself and onto his feet. Hart charges Rudkilde, but Rudkilde rushes forward, slamming his knee into Hart’s gut roughly. Hart doubles over, his eyes widening as he lets out a surprised, winded choke. Rudkilde grabs the neck of Hart under his right arm, wrenching it violently before throwing his entire weight backwards, driving the scalp of Hart violently into the mat with a Spike DDT.

Rudkilde rolls Hart onto his back, going for a pin, but the fresh Callaway slides in, delivering a swift kick to the top of Rudkilde’s head as he slides over Hart. Callaway grabs Rudkilde’s right arm, pulling him to his feet before twisting under it, lifting his boot up and into the jaw of Rudkilde. Rudkilde struggles violently, desperately grabbing Callaway’s leg and pushing it away with all his strength. Callaway stumbles back, charging forward and catching Rudkilde in the chest with a huge Clothesline which sends him to the mat. Callaway moves to the side of Rudkilde, placing a foot under his chest and kicking him onto his back before moving towards a nearby set of ropes, grasping the top rope and pushing his feet into Rudkilde’s chest, pushing him out of the ring and to the outside.

Callaway looks down at Hart, who is now on one knee, favouring his head from the vicious Spike DDT Rudkilde unleashed earlier. Callaway runs forward, rebounding off the ropes behind Hart before jolting forward, grabbing Hart’s head and hitting a swift frontflip, slamming Hart’s face into the mat with the Calsifornia Dreaming.

Gibson:: “And Callaway certainly reaping the rewards for scouting his opponents earlier.”

Long:: “This kid could go places. Hopefully further than Hart, anyway.”

Callaway immediately gets up to his feet, twisting around and looking down at Hart, grabbing his neck and pulling him to his feet roughly before scooping him up. Hart struggles violently, landing over Callaway’s shoulder and directly behind him. Hart quickly locks his right arm around the front of Callaway’s neck and head, running forward to the nearby lower-left turnbuckle and leaps up, kicking against the top rope before backflipping and driving Callaway down into the mat with a swift and well-executed Shiranui. He quickly goes for the cover.

1…2….KICK OUT!

Callaway thrusts a shoulder up with relative ease as Hart pushes himself to his feet, taking a few steps back into the middle of the ring and getting to one knee, watching as Callaway pulls himself to his feet using the ropes, turning around and looking at Hart. Before Callaway can move, Rudkilde hops up onto the apron, grabbing Callaway from behind and raking his fingers against his eyes. Callaway screams in agony as the referee runs over, yelling at Rudkilde who lets go, shoving Callaway forward. Hart charges at Rudkilde who swiftly sidesteps. Hart uses his momentum to leap onto the second rope, looking over his shoulder at Callaway who is busy shaking his head in agony before twisting around and leaping off, catching the middle of Callaway’s back with a diving front dropkick which sends Callaway across the ring and to the mat. Rudkilde climbs into the ring, rushing forward as Hart gets to his feet and locks his arm upwards, grabbing the back of his head and sweeping him forward, planting Hart face-first into the mat with a Front Russian Leg Sweep.

Rudkilde rolls Hart onto his back, digging his fingers against Hart’s eyes and nose roughly as Hart lashes out in agony. The referee moves forward again and Rudkilde breaks the hold instantly, getting to his feet. The referee quickly gets into Rudkilde’s face, warning him that he is on the verge of disqualification. Rudkilde raises his arms, glaring at the referee before walking over to Hart and stomping his face roughly, yelling at the referee and asking him if he is allowed to do so. The referee resists the urge to admonish Rudkilde, instead watching as he delivers three rough stomps down onto Hart’s face. Despite this unorthadox, violent treatment of Hart, most of the fans respond with cheers.

Long:: “That pretty-boy face of Hart’s is getting a beating tonight.”

Gibson:: “Rudkilde is certainly impressing here, even if his tactics are somewhat questionable.”

Long:: “Questionable? It’s a wrestling match, not a bake-off! I’m glad we have someone willing to beat someone’s face into a pulp to win! Besides, the crowd love it! They hate Hart! What's not to love?!"

Rudkilde delivers a quick stomp down to Hart’s face, not noticing that Callaway has surfaced behind him. Callaway stalks forward, grabbing Rudkilde’s left arm and left leg before lifting him up high, turning and slamming him into the mat with an Angle Slam. Callaway quickly covers Rudkilde.

1…..2…KICK OUT!

Rudkilde thrusts a shoulder up and Callaway gets to his feet, grabbing the mask of Rudkilde and using it to pull him to his feet roughly. Rudkilde aims a headbutt at Callaway, but Callaway ducks and moves behind Rudkilde. Rudkilde turns around and Callaway quickly scoops him up, slamming him down onto his feet and driving him down into the mat with the Everything Goes (Cold Crush DDT) Rudkilde hits the mat, but before Callaway can go to cover him, Hart lunges up, grabbing Callaway’s right arm and locking it around his neck. Callaway struggles, pushing backwards against Hart before jolting forward, attempting to keep Hart moving so he cannot execute a move. Callaway turns slightly, managing to lift his leg and slam his thigh into Hart’s abdomen. Hart releases the hold on Callaway’s arm, stumbling back slightly as Callaway turns around, scooping up Hart and slamming him onto his feet, swiftly lunging backwards and slamming him down with a second Everything Goes (Cold Crush DDT). Callaway gets back to his feet, looking at Rudkilde who is now pulling himself to his feet.

Callaway moves forward, grabbing Rudkilde’s right arm while locking his other arm around Rudkilde’s neck, effectively locking in a loose Calsmission! Callaway drags Rudkilde back, but the weakened hold allows Rudkilde to struggle, swinging his head back and catching Callaway on the bridge of his nose. Callaway loosens the grip slightly as Rudkilde throws his head back again, slamming it into Callaway’s lip and busting the upper lip right open. Callaway releases the hold and stumbles backwards as Rudkilde turns around. Callaway stumbles forward, allowing Rudkilde to leap up, hitting a swift Dropsault to Callaway’s mouth and sending him slamming backwards to the floor. Hart is up on one knee as Rudkilde gets to his feet, walking over to Callaway. He stops suddenly, turning around and looking at Hart, running towards him. Before he can lift up his right leg, attempting to kick Hart, Hart lunges up, slamming a hand into Rudkilde’s lower jaw and sending him violently into the mat with a ruthless Shotei palm strike! Hart gets to his feet, grabbing Callaway and lifting him to his feet, shoving him backwards before jolting forwards and leaping up, slamming his knee into his mouth! Callaway backflips onto the mat, rolling backwards and onto his knees from the impact.

Hart claps his hands together, feeling the adrenaline surging in preparation for the I Smile. Hart takes a few steps backwards, but Rudkilde is now up to his feet. He quickly grabs Hart’s arms, lifting them high into the air and attempting a Front Russian Leg Sweep, wrenching roughly on Hart’s arms. Hart struggles, bending slightly and pulling with his arms in an attempt to throw Rudkilde over his body. Rudkilde responds by pulling back roughly on Hart’s arms, pulling him back into the position. Hart stomps roughly on Rudkilde’s foot, grinding his sole into the toes of Rudkilde. Rudkilde yelps in pain, releasing the hold as Hart turns around, delivering a swift kick to the abdomen of Rudkilde before turning around, walking right into a Calsikick from Stephen Callaway!

Hart hits the ground roughly as Callaway gets to his feet, grabbing the doubled over Rudkilde. Rudkilde shoves his head into Callaway’s abdomen, pushing him backwards before grabbing his head, leaping up and driving Callaway’s head down into his knees with The Anaesthetic! (Codebreaker) Callaway stumbles backwards, falling to one knee as Rudkilde gets to his feet, grasping his right hand in preparation for the Facelift. Hart is still on the ground, and Rudkilde turns around, grabbing his hair, pulling him up, leaping up and driving his face into his knees with a second Anaesthetic!

Hart rolls across the mat and out of the ring, clutching his face as Rudkilde turns around. Callaway stumbles up to his feet and Rudkilde lunges forward, wrapping his hand tightly around his upper face with the Facelift! Rudkilde grasps the wrist of his hand, essentially tightening the vicegrip on Callaway's face. Callaway screams in agony, but refuses to give in as the referee rushes over. Rudkilde responds by forcing upon him harder with the hold, pushing Callaway down onto one knee as the hold tightens. Callaway's right arm shakes, and eventually, unable to withstand the pain from the pressure being placed on his forehead, taps out!

DING DING DING!

Walt:: "Here is your winner...DOCTOR!! RUDKIIIILDDDE!!!"

The referee tells Rudkilde to break the hold, but Rudkilde keeps the hold locked for a few seconds longer before throwing Callaway back to the mat, walking over to the edge of the ring. Hart begins to stumble off around the ringside area, clutching his nose which now appears to be busted. Hart shakes his head furiously, storming up the ramp as Rudkilde takes the microphone from Walt, kneeling down next to Callaway.

Rudkilde:: "So ugly. Both of you. So ugly. Maybe now you, James Hart, can look in the mirror at yourself! Maybe now, this crowd, this beautiful crowd, this natural-looking crowd, can actually look at you without feeling the urge to vomit!!"

Hart continues up the ramp, holding his nose and shaking his head, muttering something under his breath as a few EMTs attend to him to help stop the bleeding. Rudkilde lowers his head, looking at Callaway.

Rudkilde:: "As for you, Callaway...Oh Callaway. You could become a...project of mine. A lovely little dedication to the work I do on individuals. You're face will become the tapestry, and my hand will become the brush. Please don't leave, Callaway...for we have work to be done. Your ugliness, your vileness, your hideous face could provide a challenge for me to reconstruct..but a challenge I will take nonetheless.."

"Electric Chapel" by Lady GaGa blares out of the speakers as a few rounds of cheers emit from the crowd. Despite his unorthadox style and view on his opponents, Rudkilde has clearly won over most of the crowd. Rudkilde gets up to his feet, running his hands across his mask and looking at the crowd, giving a small smile and nod as the scene fades out.

[The Sky King]

The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Natalie Burrows, visiting the show on her night off, is busy strolling down a coridoor with a polystyrene cup of coffee in her hand. She turns right as the camera follows her, but is soon blocked off by Peter of the Seven Sins of Ireland. Natalie stops.

Burrows:: "Excuse me."

Peter simply smirks, not moving an inch. Natalie simply turns around, walking back into the main coridoor and turns left, walking up the coridoor but is stopped when Peter's brother Shamus stands in her way. Natalie stops suddenly.

Burrows:: "....Excuse me."

Viper:: "Well, well, well..if it isn't the Southern Belle!"

Roy Viper walks out from behind Shamus with a broad grin on his face, slapping Shamus's shoulder before edging past him, walking up to Burrows who remains calm and neutral as she takes a small sip from her coffee, looking at Viper.

Burrows:: "Can I help you?"

Viper:: "No. I just wanted to scope my opponent at Prestige. You know that we'll be fighting for the Lionheart Championship, don't you?"

Burrows:: "Yes--"

Viper:: "Then you know just how much winning that title would mean to me. Me and my Seven Sins are sick of going by unnoticed by the rest of the locker room, and we think it's time that we started putting the Asylum on notice, and what better way to do that than to win the Lionheart Championship at the biggest damn show on this companies calendar? Unfortunately for you, little miss Burrows, you're standing in my way to the title."

Burrows:: "I'll keep that in mind, Roy, but you seem to forget that i've beaten former champions. I even beat Tenfold last week. I just want you to know that you and your Seven Sins never scared me, they don't scare me, and they never WILL scare me. If I can beat our current Pure Champion, then I can certainly beat you."

Viper:: "Pretty big words for a little woman!"

Burrows:: "If you had any sort of courage within that body of yours, you'd wait until Prestige before you started braying about your talent. You're just another opponent, nothing special. Now, if you excuse me.."

Burrows ducks under the arm of Peter, walking up the coridoor as Viper turns to her, frowning slightly.

Viper:: "Keep an eye on her. Seems like Prestige could turn out to be very interesting.."

Peter:: "Burrows?"

Viper:: "Yeah."

Shamus:: "What about Tenfold?"

Viper:: "Yes, keep an eye on him as well. He's skulking in the shadows somewhere. I know he can feel his grip on the title weakening, and I want to make sure i'm there when he finally lets go.."

Viper looks down the coridoor, frowning slightly before turning around, walking up the coridoor flanked by Peter and Shamus.

[The Sky King]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Skyler Claire w/ Xplode vs. Skye w/ Oblivion

Walt: The following match is scheduled for one fall…

The crowd cheers as they wave their hands frantically before the camera feed. John Walt stands in the ring preparing to begin the match.

Gibson: Now we get to an interesting match up. Skye, the former ring announcer for the Asylum will be stepping in the ring for a little good will match.. Against her counterpart.. Skyler Claire.

Long: No matter how you cut it, this match will be interesting. Two women who have yet to compete in the company will be escorted to the ring by two former World Champions! I smell destruction!

Gibson: We shall see, Sidney. Let’s get to the action..

The feed switches back to the ring where John Walt is shown standing.

Walt: Coming to the ring first, out of Ottawa, Ontario! She is Skyler CLAIRE!!

The arena goes black, the feeble glow of the 'EXIT' signs not even so much as putting a dent in the darkness. A hush overcomes the arena, one that lingers until a feminine voice's murmurs into the silence.

La nuit du chasseur.

'Night of the Hunter' hits the sound system as blue and violet lasers come on, interlacing over one another in vaguely-intended patterns. The glow from the lasers (supplemented by dim spotlights in similar colors) illuminates the stage and the ramp both while leaving the rest of the arena in darkness. Smoke drifts up through vents along the front of the stage as Skyler comes out from behind the curtain, rolling her shoulders a couple of times before making her way to the top of the ramp. Raising a fist in the air, the overhead lights flicker as a rain of blue sparks falls to form a curtain behind her. Once the sparks are spent, she makes her way down the ramp with little fanfare, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope before climbing to her feet and making her way to her corner. The lights come back on as her music fades, the brunette simply watching and waiting for the match to begin.

Walt: -and her manager.. XPLODE!

Walking through the entrance, XPlode looks out at the fans. He is wearing jeans and a black T-Shirt. He waits a moment as "The Enemy" by Godsmack hits it's chorus! Satisfied, he walks down the rampway and stops at ringside, pointing at Skyler Claire.

Xplode stands at ringside, nodding at Skyler as she prepares for the arrival of her opponent.

Walt: Coming to the ring next, out of San Rafael, California… accompanied by Oblivion… (Crowd stands up and cheers!) .. She is SKYE!!!

“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play! The sounds of a motorcycle begins to play as the crowd stands up to their feet! The engine sounds grow even louder now as a figure on a motorcycle drives through the entrance curtain! As the camera zooms in, we see Skye as she removes her helmet, letting her red locks flow over her shoulders! She looks behind her as another bike pulls up along side her! The fans literally hop out of their seats as Oblivion comes to a stop! He looks out at the sea of fans and then the both of them drive down the ramp way and stop at ringside!

Xplode slides out of the ring and looks up at Skyler who seems to be standing there unphased. Skyler hops off of her Suzuki Samurai and heads up the metal steps with Oblivion close behind. Camera flashes litter the backdrop as Oblivion sits on a rope so Skye can enter the ring easier. Once she is in, Oblivion then enters behind her and approaches Skyler Claire. He looks into her eyes as the fans cheer him on!!

Gibson: Wow, listen to this response for Oblivion. Every time this happens with him, I feel like a fan again..

Long: Good. Then you can have your dreams crushed when he hit’s a woman! Look at him! What the hell does he think he is going to do?

Oblivion nor Skyler budges at all. Neither has an expression upon her face. Finally, it is Oblivion who relents as he slowly turns to stare at ringside and eyeball Xplode. He then backs up slowly and exit’s the ring. The bell is run as Skye leans forward, offering Oblivion a kiss on the cheek. Immediately, the match begins as Skyler attacks first, landing a shoulder charge to the back of the unsuspecting Skye!

Not letting up, Sklyer begins to stomp Skye repeatedly with her boot, finally finishing up by holding the rope and leaning in with her knee, choking Skye! The fans begin to boo loudly as the ref gets in the middle of the fight, spreading them apart. Skyler relents a moment, letting Skye cough and slowly get to her feet… only for Skyler to charge once again and drive her knee into the face of Skye, sending the former announcer to the mat once again!

Gibson: Look at the savagery of Skyler Claire! Very impressive.

Skyler then backs up and stares at Oblivion who seems to be staring back. Neither one takes their gaze off one another as Skyler slowly approaches the ropes, grabbing a handful of Skye’s hair. She brings Skyler to her feet and drapes an arm over her neck, only to fall backward and perform a picture perfect suplex upon Skye! Skye lands on her back, arms spread out. She doesn’t even have a moment to feel any pain as Skyler is on her once more, locking in the Encorchment! Skye screams in agony as Skyler applies pressure..

Long: It seems that Skyler is a bit of a submission expert. Interesting. Skye’s good looks won’t save her this time.

Xplode is shown at ringside laughing as he slams his open palms down upon the mat. He then looks at Oblivion and flips him off, only to receive a round of boos from the fans. Oblivion does not respond, instead choosing to attempt to talk to Skye from ringside and offer her support. Skyler sees this and releases Skye, only to stand up and drop a heavy elbow unto the shoulder of Skye! She then hooks the leg…

1..
2.…
Skye drapes one of her legs upon the bottom rope to break up the pin..

Gibson: Great ring awareness there. Skye maybe over matched her for sure.

Frustrated, Skyler rises back up and walks to the other side of the ring, saying something to Xplode. Oblivion speaks to Skye as she nods in return, her hair tousled and thrown about. She rises to her feet and dusts herself off, and then tries to catch Skyler from behind, but she is not quick enough. Claire turns around and performs the Tir Mortel, driving Skye into the mat once again! She covers for the pin..

1...
2...
Oblivion grabs Skyler by the leg and yanks her off of Skye! The fans cheer!

Xplode flies around the side of the ring and stands face to face with his brother, warning Oblivion not to get involved! Claire stands up and watches the events unfolding at ringside, only to be scooped up by a somehow rejuvenated Skye into a small package!!

1..
Claire kicks out!!

Both women rush to their feet as Claire swings a wild clothesline! Skye ducks underneath and proceeds to slap Skyler Claire hard as the fans cheer loudly! She then grabs Clair by the hair and falls down to the mat, performing a face buster!! Xplode turns around and ringside and begins yelling at Claire to get up as Oblivion glares at him from behind. Skye is on a roll now as she turns over and falls against the turnbuckle, placing her hand up in the air for… the Full Throttle?

Gibson: OH MY GAWD! SKYE IS GOING TO PERFORM THE FULL THROTTLE! That’s Oblivion’s finisher! This could be over if she has the strength to pick her up!!

Skye lifts up Claire high into the air, but Claire grabs the raised right arm of Skye, twisting it and rolling over her shoulders, forcing down on her and causing Skye to collapse to the mat with the Pendu à L'aube (Omoplata) locked in! Claire tightens her legs around the hold, half-kneeling up as she forces an intense pressure upon Skye's right shoulder and arm, pressing her legs harder into the mat. Oblivion slaps the ring apron, urging Skye to break the hold as Xplode whoops on the outside! Claire keeps the hold tightening by the second before Skye finally taps!

DING DING DING!

Walt:: "Here is your winner..SKYLER! CLAAAAAIIIIIIRE!!"

Claire gets to her feet, releasing the hold and looking down at Skye who is favouring her right arm. Claire edges from Skye as the referee walks over, raising her arm as the feed cuts to commercial.

[The Sky King]

The feed cuts back to the ring with the crowd screaming loudly as the combatants remain in the ring. Skye looks exhausted, as Oblivion approaches her and offers her a hand, easily lifting her to her feet. Across the ring, Xplode has entered the ring as well, choosing to leave Skyler be and instead walking to the center of the ring. Xplode smiles brightly as the fans begin to boo loudly..

Gibson: "Oh come on. What could he want now?!"

Long: "He is the strategic Assassin. Only he knows. One thing is for certain.. This feud has gone on for a long time. Now women are getting involved. Someone is going to get hurt for sure."

Gibson: "Hopefully that won’t happen. It is no secret that these two men have a bloodied history between them. This was a long standing feud that was supposed to end long ago with the retirement of Xplode last year. With the fire burning between these two once again.. It can only get worse."

The crowd continues to boo loudly as Xplode laughs at Oblivion and Skye. Oblivion checks on Skye and then approaches Xplode as the two brothers stand face to.. Chest.

Xplode:"Hell of a fight there, right bro? It looks like these two girls can really throw down. Now, let’s quit fooling ourselves. As much as I know you want a shot at my girl next, that won’t happen. I saw you limping your ass out to the ring earlier and frankly, she would hurt you."

The crowd begins booing loudly now as Xplode laughs in the ring. Oblivion rips the microphone out of his hand and leans in closely as the crowd suddenly cheers!

Oblivion: "Quit bullshitting, Jaden. If you want some of me, I am right here. I have plenty of kick ass left in me to take care of the likes of you! Why don’t we stop putting innocent people in the line of fire.. And just settle this. Man.. To Man."

Xplode: "That’s the thing, bro. This was settled long ago, way before you cheated to retire me long ago. I have bided my time and watched you slowly grow old and frail. I swore that I would be the man who put the final nail in the Oblivion coffin and I aim to make that a reality. At Prestige, I am going to do what NO man has ever done.. And retire you. NO more Big Dog.. No more big returns.. Nothing! I have always been the better man between us, and I am going to show the world."

The crowd begins cheering as Oblivion removes his hat and jacket!

Oblivion: "You know, why don’t we give everybody a taste of that match then.. Right now.. Tonight. These two fists of mine are hungry, and you have the flesh that they need!"

Xplode immediately grabs Skyler and places her between the two of them as the crowd cheers. She does not look amused at all..

Oblivion: "Again?! This is the second time that you have used a woman to keep me away from you. Not this time.."

Oblivion then shoves Skyler out of the way and rushes Xplode who is standing at ringside! Xplode runs around the side of the ring as the crowd cheers and slides back in! Skyler rolls out of the ring and grabs a weapon from under the ring… a sledgehammer! As the fans scream loudly, Oblivion slides into the ring just as the hammer is tossed to Xplode! Xplode swings the hammer quickly right into the oncoming Oblivion! Oblivion hit’s the mat hard…

Gibson: "OH MY GAWD!!! SOMEONE STOP THIS!!"

Xplode looks down at his handiwork as Oblivion lies on the mat holding his gut. Xplode then drops the hammer to the side of Oblivion and rolls out of the ring as his theme song begins to play. He backs up the ramp way smiling as Skye runs to Oblivion and checks on him. Oblivion is shown looking up at Xplode, his face red with rage! Skyler and Xplode back up the ramp way.. As the feed fades out..

[The Sky King]

The camera switches over to a cameraman who is inside Rivera’s office. The briefcase is laid upon the desk, clasped shut as Rivera looks at it intensely, his hands lightly stroking the grained leather. A trembling hand lightly grasps the right clasp, but Rivera pulls his hand away, seemingly shaken by the suitcase. He clears his throat, patting the suitcase as a rap is heard on the door.

Rivera:: “Enter.”

Illidan Bane, with his new Hardkore Title slung over his left shoulder, walks into the room, looking at Rivera, then at the briefcase. Rivera instinctively pulls the briefcase closer towards him, illiciting an eyebrow raise from Bane.

Bane:: “Mr. Rivera, is everything alright?”

Rivera:: “Of course it is! Now, what do you want?”

Bane:: “I just wanted to say that I’m glad you finally opened your eyes and gave Taylor an opponent who you knew would beat him. Taylor has been ruining the titles hardcore image, and it’s about time the people got a champion who actually swung a chair as opposed to rolling on the mat for ten minutes.”

Rivera:: “Indeed.”

Bane tilts his head slightly, giving Rivera an awkward look and noticing that Rivera’s eyes continuously flick towards the briefcase.

Bane:: “Mr. Rivera, what’s with that briefcase?”

Rivera:: “Nothing you should be concerned with, Bane.”

Bane:: “But—“

Rivera:: “Mind your damn business!”

Bane looks down at Rivera with a colder gaze now, appearing to believe that the briefcase is now another key to one of Rivera’s schemes to harming the federation. Bane shrugs the title loosely.

Bane:: “Really? Because I’ve heard rumours swirling around the locker room. Rumours that indicate you might just be losing your mind. Rumours involving that damn briefcase. I may be a wrestler, but I was once an officer of the law, and I can tell you that something about that briefcase certainly doesn’t sit right with the part of me still thinking of my old days on the force.”

Rivera:: “How would you like that title stripped off of you?”

Bane gives a small, irritated growl, looking down at his title, then back at Rivera, his lips curling viciously.

Bane:: “Sorry….SIR.”

Rivera:: “Get out. Get out now. You should be more focused with the match coming up, since either Suzuki or Young will be fighting you in two weeks time for that Hardkore Title.”

Bane gives Rivera a cold look before turning around, walking towards the open door.

Rivera:: “Oh, and Bane?”

Bane looks over his shoulder at Rivera, stopping in the doorway.

Bane:: “Yeah?”

Rivera:: “Next time you’re this nosy, you can kiss your job goodbye.”

Bane resists the urge to turn around and launch himself at Rivera, instead slapping the centre plate of his title and walking into the outside coridoor, kicking the door shut behind him as he walks off the Locker Room to watch the upcoming Suzuki/Young match. Rivera looks down at the briefcase, pulling it from his table and placing it under his desk.

[The Sky King]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Isamu Suzuki vs. Brandon Young

Gibson: Our next match should be an interesting one. We are about to witness two men fighting for a shot at Bane’s newly acquired Hardkore Championship. Brandon Young and Isamu Suzuki want their shot at history, and it begins tonight in their young careers.

Long: Indeed, my money is on Young. He has the “it” factor. His showing last week displayed his talents for sure!

Gibson: Don’t count Suzuki though. He is a rookie sensation. This could be his night. Let’s get to ringside as John Walt prepares the start of the match..

The feed cuts to ringside where we see John Walt.

Walt: The following match will determine the number one contender to the Asylum Hardkore Championship! Coming to the ring first, he is Isamu Suzuki!!!

"RISING" hits the speakers, opening with the drums. The lights start flashing around the crowd as the shamisen start playing over the speaker systems, but still no competitor. At twenty seconds, in place of the usual "He" for the song, Isamu's voice echos across the speakers with a "EYAH!" The song continues as normal as Isamu sprints out onto the stage, full of energy. He waits there only a moment before sprinting down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He hops up onto the top rope and lets out a battle cry to get him pumped up for battle before hopping down and stretching for the match.

Gibson: Very talented man right there.

Walt: His opponent for the night… Brandon Young!!

Voice over: "You must die! I alone am best!"

The opening chords of The Bloodhound Gang's "I hope you die" begin to play over the PA as clips of random acts of destruction play over the tron in tune to the frenetic pace of the song. Cars crash into each other, planes fall from the sky, ships sink, bombs explode, riots ensue, and more.

Just before the lyrics kick in and the song changes tempo, Brandon Young bounces out onto the stage. He is wearing whatever random custom t-shirt he feels like that night, and black pants with the same design running down the sides, but with "Y O U N G G U N" written down each side, with the G and N of the "GUN" written above and below the U in YOUNG making a cross shape, in fiery gold font.

As the song keep playing Brandon bounces seemingly in tune with the song from one side of the stage to the other, getting the crowd worked up before stopping in the middle of the stage, throwing his hands high in the air with his left hand as sparks rain down on him from above. He looks out the crowd, and then runs down the ramp into the ring. He hops onto the nearest turnbuckle and soaks in the cheers. Then he jumps down, pulls off his shirt and gets ready for battle.

Young leans against the ropes a moment, stretching out his limbs. Suzuki looks at the ref and await’s the bell, bouncing up and down in place. As the ref signals for the bell, it is Young who is first to attack as he runs across the ring, his arms held into a hammer strike over his head! Suzuki goes low though and drives his knee into Young’s stomach, only to hook an arm and roll over his back, bringing Young into the mat with a sunset flip to a pin!!!

Gibson: WOW!!

1..
Young kicks out!

Both men rush to their feet as the fans chant “SU-ZU-KI!! YOUNG!! SU-ZU-KI.. YOUNG!!”. Young grabs Suzuki first and spins around for the neck breaker, only to flip over Suzuki in a display of agility and land the “Stop, Drop and Die!” The fans cheer as Suzuki tumbles to the mat! Young pursues the attack by running to the ropes and bouncing off of them, only to launch into the air and fall down upon Young with a body splash! The fans are going wild as Young rolls away, a smile upon his face!

Gibson: Young is showing his aerial prowess tonight. The fans are split down the middle with these two men, this is really an interesting contest!

Young rolls over and decides to go for the pin, but there is still life in Suzuki yet! He raises a boot and shoves Young away. He then kicks up to his feet and performs a drop kick on Young, driving Young to the mat to the fans applause! Suzuki rolls over at the same time as Young and the both collide, this time with Suzuki getting the upper hand! He unloads with random kicks and chops, each strike driving Young back to the corner of thing. Suzuki then backs up, rushing Young and performing a leaping calf kick!

Young does not go down but hobbles forward. Suzuki sees this and rushes behind him, hooking both arms and driving Young into the mat with a full nelson slam! Young collides with the mat as Suzuki walks to the turnbuckle and ascends it. He raises both hands and flies into the air, right into a set of knees from Brandon Young!! The crowd cheers as both men roll along the mat in pain, neither one with the advantage.

Gibson: Can you believe this match? They are almost completely even out there.

Long: Well you know, Young may have the slight advantage. He is a former wrestling fan himself, and rumor has it he still considers himself one. The fans will pick up on that and cheer for him accordingly.

Gibson: Suzuki seems to have been brought up the same way. He is a student of the game..

Suzuki rolls over holding his ribs. His face grimaces as he rises to his feet. Young is on him though, as he grips Suzuki and lifts him into the air for a belly to belly suplex! Suzuki manages to counter and land on his feet though, grabbing Young around the head and attempting a DDT! Young counters as well with a strategically placed boot! He then spins Suzuki around into the air and lifts him with a backbreaker! Both men fall to the mat once again, this time with Young having the advantage!

Young rolls over and looks up at the turnbuckle post. The fans begin to scream and offer him support. Nodding, he spits to the side and begins to rise once again only to have his feet swept out from underneath him by Suzuki!! Suzuki then hooks a leg around Young and locks in the Koji Clutch!!! Young swings his hands around in agony as Suzuki lays on the pressure!!

Long: This could be it! This is a devastating submission on Suzuki’s part!

Gibson: Both men have shown tenacity tonight. They want the win here, there is no denying that. Can Young break free? Every second counts out there!

Young pushes up on his arms, attempting to cause some discomfort for Suzuki, but the hold remains tightened! In a last, desperate attempt to break the hold, Young lifts his torso and head slightly, Suzuki keeping the hold locked, before slamming his entire weight down into the mat, effectively sandwiching Suzuki's knee between Young and the mat! Suzuki yells out in agony, breaking the hold and rolling away, clutching his knee. Young stumbles up to his feet, clutching his throat as Suzuki hobbles up. Young lunges forward, twisting around and leaping up, backflipping over Suzuki before tucking his knees in and driving Suzuki down into his knees with the Stop, Drop And Die! Suzuki's back cracks off of Young's knees as he flops down to the mat.

Young, sensing blood, twists around, running over to the nearby lower-left turnbuckle and climbs up nimbly to the top rope, leaping off, corkscrewing in mid air and driving down the weight of his body into Suzuki's chest with a violent double stomp, hitting the Disasterpiece! Young rolls through the move, twisting around and diving on Suzuki, hooking his leg.

1.....2.....3!

DING DING DING!

Walt:: "Here is your winner...BRANDON! YOOOUUUUNNGGGGG!!"

Young gets to his feet, favouring his throat from the earlier Koji clutch as the referee raises his arm! "I Hope You Die" blares from the speakers as Young raises his arms triumphantly, motioning around his waist and motioning that he has a shot at the Hardkore Title in a fortnight!

The camera cuts up to the stage area where Bane emerges from behind the curtain, the Hardkore Title slung over his shoulder. Young gives a confident smirk, climbing onto the middle rope directly parallel to the stage and points to his waist, then to the title on Bane's shoulder. Bane frowns, shaking his head and raising the title high, audibly telling Young that "There isn't a hope in hell you'll win this title."

Young simply waves off Bane, who holds the title higher, before turning around and raising his arms, illiciting loud cheers from the crowd as the scene fades.

[The Sky King]

Long:: "It's been an evetful night so far. We have a new contender for the Hardkore Championship, our Lionheart Title scene is heating up, Maynard Hetfield has sadly gone, and Doctor Rudkilde made his scorching debut. What could possibly be better than this?"

Gibson:: "It'll have to be something phenomenal, that's for sure. And we still have two matches to go!"

"Hold my Beer" by Trace Adkins cuts through the sound system as the fans jump to their feet, giving a wild roar of cheers! The roof is almost blown off by the sound of ecstatic cheers as the curtain is thrown aside and Chuck Johnson emerges from behind the curtain!

Long:: "Well, I won't be forgetting this night any time soon."

Gibson:: "CHUCK JOHNSON IS HERE! The redneck! The good ol' boy from Montana! He is here, and he is back to kick some ass!! Right here, tonight!!"

Long:: "Listen to the fans, they love this guy!"

Dressed in his camouflage jacket and blue jean shorts with his faithful Pitbull 'Justice' on a chained leash, Chuck walks down the ramp, looking around at the fans. Chuck is unable to hide his smile at the crowds sheer adoration for the redneck. He walks to the bottom of the ramp, squatting down and picking up Justice by his legs before setting him on the apron. Chuck carefully rolls into the ring, getting to his feet with Justice still on his leash as he walks over to John Walt, asking for the microphone. Walt nods, handing it to him and rolling out of the ring. Chuck turns to the entrance ramp.

Johnson:: "Immanuel Taylor, you crazy-named son of a bitch, get your ass out here right now! It's time for it to get kicked!"

The fans cheer wildly as Johnson remains glaring intently up the ramp.

Johnson:: "I've been havin' a good ol' time down home in Montana, sitting back and pounding brews with the boys, but one night, I realised something: I realised just how goddamn much I missed being in this ring, kicking ass and takin' names like only Chuck fuckin' Johnson can!! The feel of my knuckles beating into someones teeth, the smell of sweat and blood as it hits the mat, and the sensation of walking through that curtain and being greeted by you fans who just can't get enough of one angry redneck!"

The crowd cheer wildly again as Johnson looks around, nodding at them.

Johnson:: "So I figured it was time to head back into this ring and start tearin' stuff up, making a name for myself. Two weeks ago, I made it known that I was going to be picking up my boots once again, grabbin' Justice and hitting the road to beat down some punks, but tonight is when y'all will see it in action! When i'm done dealin' some Redneck Justice to Taylor, then I'll turn my eyes to Prestige and see what I can do there. You can't keep a good redneck down, and as sure as shit, I will be back kickin' ass and taking names on a regular basis!"

Johnson whoops loudly as the crowd cheer even louder.

Johnson:: "I'm not afraid of anything this company throws at me! Some soldier boy wants to try his hand at this ol' redneck? Try it! Some fat boy Norwegian want to try his hand at me? Bring it! Some wee little leprechaun who thinks he's a snake wants to take s swing? Bring it on! Throw your fists at me, but you better prepare for a beatin', cause as sure as the hog gets its roll in the mud, so will Chuck Johnson get a shot at every single person who dares swing a fist at me will get it shoved up their ass!"

Johnson slams down onto the mat, rolling out of the ring. Justice trots over to the apron, ducking under the bottom rope and hopping down to ringside.

Johnson:: "And who knows? As long as Justice don't shit in my boots, maybe I'll let him rip some asses apart too!"

Chuck ties Justice to the lower-left ringpost amidst a few scattered laughs before hopping onto the apron and climbing into the ring.

Johnson:: "What are we waiting for down here? Santie Claus? Let's get the ass-whoopin' started!"

Chuck takes off his jacket and throws it to the outside. Instead of Judas Priest greeting him, instead it's "Right Now" by Korn as TITAN, wearing a suit with the World Championship slung over his shoulder and a microphone in his hand.

TITAN:: "Cut the music. I SAID CUT THE FUCKING MUSIC!"

The music suddenly cuts out as CJ glares at TITAN.

Johnson:: "What can I do for ya, fat boy?"

TITAN:: "Oh, so many things. For one thing, you could crawl back to that cesspool of a town which vomited you out and die there!"

Johnson:: "One thing I really didn't miss was your anger issues, buddy. Here I thought you were going to go and get a prescription to happy pills or some shit. Look, what are you doing out here? I got better things to do than to flap jaw with you!"

TITAN:: "What I am doing out here is simple for your tiny redneck mind to comprehend. I have come out here to say how much I am fucking sick and tired of little shits like you, walking out to the fucking ring and pretending that you are important!! I have destroyed you before, and I swear that if you come out here with your head up your ass pretending you're all that, I will break your goddamn neck!"

Johnson:: "Heard it all before from you, boy. The same ol' angry 'Grr! I'm TITAN!' stick. You think I care 'bout you? You think I care 'bout your fancy accomplishments? The only thing I care about is Justice, pounding some beers back, kicking some ass and maybe even firing a rifle at a buck or two! I think you have a crush or something on me, cause everywhere I go in this federation, you have to come out and flirt with me!"

A ripple of laughter cuts across the fans.

TITAN:: "SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! I came out here because I want YOU in a match in a fortnight. I want to warm up before Prestige, and who better to do it with than with a pathetic, snivelling brat such as yourself?"

Johnson looks around at the crowd before looking at TITAN.

Johnson:: "Alright, fat boy, you want me? You've got me. Two weeks. But please, don't follow me home. I got better things to do than to check my lawn for seven foot obese lawn gnomes."

TITAN throws down his microphone, storming down the ramp in a fit of rage. Justice lunges forward on the end of his chain, snarling angrily. TITAN is stopped suddenly when "Hermods Ride to Hel" by Amon Amarth blasts out from the speakers and Cross walks out onto the stage, clutching a microphone himself.

Cross:: "TITAN. Don't yeh dare lay a finger on him. It's just me and you at Prestige now, and I don't want yeh being injured, nor do I want to have to come down there and shove my boot down your throat!"

Johnson shakes his head, stretching in the ring as TITAN turns around, looking up at Cross.

TITAN:: "...I have what I came for. A match with this little rodent. Now that the wretch is out of our match, we can have a true battle. But Cross, next time you threaten me, just remember...You have a match tonight...You better watch your back."

Cross:: "Or what?"

TITAN:: "Or i'll rip your fucking head off--"

Without bothering to listen, Cross drops the microphone with a thud and turns around, walking through the curtain. TITAN storms up the ramp, throwing the curtain aside and walking into the back as Chuck Johnson shakes his head, lifting his microphone to his mouth once more.

Johnson:: "Taylor....Get your ass out here. Right now."

Johnson walks over to John Walt, who has now climbed back into the ring, and hands him back his microphone.

[The Sky King]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Chuck Johnson vs. Immanuel Taylor

With Chuck Johnson in the ring from earlier, standing in the lower-left corner, "Tyrant" by Judas Priest blasts out from the sound system. The crowd suddenly turns relatively silent as Immanuel Taylor steps onto the stage, head bowed, hood up and he instantly begins to make his way down the rap.

Walt:: "Making his way to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at two hundred and forty one pounds...IMMANUEL! TAYYYYLLORRRRR!!"

Taylor turns his head to Justice at the foot of the ring. Justice gives a small growl at Taylor, but Taylor simply walks over to the steel ring steps below the ringpost to which Justice is tied, taking off his hoody and setting it down at the top of the steps before jogging up and onto the apron, climbing into the ring and twisting around, climbing the same turnbuckle and looking around at the crowd before jumping down and turning to face Chuck Johnson.

The referee looks at both men before motioning to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Johnson and Taylor walk out of their respective corners, heading towards eachother and locking up with a forearm tie-up. Both men jostle for position, but Johnson quickly ducks under Taylor's arm and moves behind him, locking his arms tightly around his waist. Taylor grabs the hands of Johnson, trying to break the hold. Johnson releases, but quickly locks his arms around Taylors neck and head, locking in a Sleeper Hold. Before he can tighten it, Taylor drops to his knees, forcing Johnson to crouch down and allowing Taylor to reach over his back and hit Johnson with a Snapmare, sending him to the mat on his rear and also allowing Taylor to lock in a swift Chin Lock, pulling at Chucks jaw. Chuck's leg twitches in pain slightly and Justice gives a loud, sharp bark. Taylor looks over his shoulder carefully, keeping the hold tightened before looking down at Johnson, pulling harder on his jaw.

The referee walks over, checking on Johnson who remains stoic, albeit held in position. He lifts his arms, locking them around the back of Taylor's neck, but Taylor simply pulls back, breaking Johnson's hold and pulling tighter on his jaw. Johnson slowly pushes himself up, but fails to break the hold. In a fit of desperation, Johnson jumps upwards and slams his head up into the underside of Taylor's nose. Taylor moves back slightly, avoiding most of the blow at the cost of breaking the hold. Johnson twists around, getting to his feet and delivering a huge punch to Taylor's left jaw. Taylor reels slightly as the redneck begins to deliver heavy lefts and rights to Taylor, sending him backwards into the ropes before charging forward and clotheslining him clean over the top rope!

Taylor hits the outside as Johnson looks over the top rope at him. Taylor rolls onto his stomach, getting up onto his feet quickly. As soon as he climbs onto the apron, Johnson charges him, knocking him down to the outside with a swift elbow smash. Taylor reels across the ring area and to the bottom of the ramp, rubbing his jaw as Johnson slides out, rushing at Taylor and hitting him with a hard Clothesline that sends Taylor collapsing to the floor. Johnson immediately grabs Taylor’s right arm, pulling him up to his feet and roughly Irish Whipping him behind him and into the ring apron. As soon as Taylor’s back slams into the apron, Johnson charges him, driving him harder into the apron with a ruthless Spear. Taylor grunts in pain, but Johnson simply grabs the back of his head, twisting him around and rolling him into the ring before sliding in after him.

Taylor gets to his knees, throwing his head back randomly, knowing Johnson must be following behind him. He manages to barely catch Johnson in the lower-right section of his abdomen, but it gives him enough time to get to his feet and turn around. Johnson swings a vicious right at Taylor, who ducks under it, jolts forward and twists around. As soon as Johnson turns, Taylor unleashes a huge jab into Johnson’s left chest, followed by a quick hook into his right torso, and followed by a swift jab into Johnson’s left abdomen. Johnson reels backwards, allowing Taylor to rush forward and drop Johnson to the mat with a swift forearm.

Gibson:: “Good comeback from Taylor here after a slow start.”

Long:: “Imagine how embarrassing it must be for a soldier to lose to a redneck. That’s probably why he’s now actually trying.”

Gibson:: “Leave him alone, Sidney. He’s a damn good wrestler and technically excellent.”

Taylor hauls Johnson up to his feet, moving around to his front and lifting him up in a suplex before driving him down violently with a Brainbuster into the mat. Johnson’s neck and skull snap into the mat, sending him flopping to the canvas. Taylor rolls onto Johnson, hooking his leg..

1…..2…KICK OUT!

Johnson thrusts a shoulder up, causing Taylor to break the cover. Taylor grabs Johnson’s head, dragging him up to his feet and immediately whipping him into the upper-left turnbuckle, which is followed instantly by a spear which slams Johnson further into the turnbuckle. Justice lets out another sharp back, which Taylor simply waves off before driving a knee into Johnson’s abdomen. Johnson lets out a winded choke, falling to one knee. Taylor turns, parallel to Johnson’s side and hooks his right arm with Johnson’s left, pulling him up to his feet and hip-tossing him onto his rear, which is followed swiftly by a sharp kick into Johnson’s spine which echoes throughout the arena, the crowd grimacing as it does. Johnson falls backwards to the mat, but the relentless Taylor drags him to his feet.

Taylor leans down, hooking Johnson’s right leg and lifting him slightly before throwing him over his body with a rough T-Bone Suplex which sends Johnson crashing roughly into the mat. Taylor turns around, walking over to Johnson and grabs his under-arms, pulling him roughly onto his rear before locking his right arm over his head, locking him tightly in a Dragon Sleeper. Johnson lets out a strangled yell as Taylor tightens the hold. The referee rushes over, checking on Johnson who begins flailing his legs, attempting to arch his back. As soon as Johnson manages to arch his back and push his feet up, Taylor gets to his feet, using his free hand to grasp Johnson’s back as he lifts him up before driving him down into the mat with a Reverse Vertical Suplex.

Gibson:: “Great move from Taylor! Nice combo!”

Long:: “Yeah, alright, it was pretty. I’ll give you that.”

Taylor sits up, looking over at the fallen Johnson who pushes his hands into the mat, uneasily pushing himself onto his hands and knees. Taylor shakes his head slightly, getting to his feet and turning around, walking over to Johnson. In a blink of an eye, Johnson lunges forward, wrapping his right arm around Taylor’s body, lifting him and driving him brutally into his knee with a swift Backbreaker that causes the fans to cheer loudly! Johnson scuttles backwards away from Taylor, remaining sitting on his rear and shaking his head for a few seconds, getting himself back into the game.

After a few seconds of deliberation, Johnson gets to his feet, and Taylor sits up. Johnson runs forward, slamming the sole of his foot into Taylor’s chest and causing him to snap backwards into the mat. Johnson stomps on Taylor’s chest roughly, taking a few quick steps back and raising his arms, yelling at the crowd to make some noise! The crowd responding to cheering loudly as Taylor slowly climbs to his feet, turning around and walking right into a Spear from Johnson, sending both men down into the mat! Johnson immediately hooks Taylor’s leg..

1…..2….KICK OUT!

Taylor manages to just about thrust a shoulder up before the referees hand comes down. Johnson storms up to his feet, yelling out loudly and pumping himself up, dragging Taylor up to his feet and leaning down, lifting him up and slamming Taylor back down onto his knee with a Backbreaker. Rather than push Taylor off his knee to the mat, Johnson pushes himself and Taylor back up to a standing base, turning him around and leaning down, lifting him up and planting him with a body slam before quickly turning to the ropes, running and rebounding off them before jumping up and hitting Johnson with a quick elbow drop!

Long:: “The redneck’s feeling it! He knows this match is there to be won!”

Gibson:: “Don’t count Taylor out yet, but Johnson is feeling it!”

Johnson storms up to his feet, stomping repeatedly on Taylor’s chest before dropping an elbow drop down over the middle of his torso before pushing himself up to his feet again, grabbing Taylor’s head, pulling him up into a bent-over position and pulling him between his legs, lifting him up. Taylor barely has time to comprehend a counter before Johnson drives himself down, spiking Taylor’s skull into the mat with a Piledriver! Johnson quickly crawls over Taylor, quickly hooking his leg..

1…..2……3-KICK OUT!

Taylor just manages to thrust a shoulder up before the referee’s hand comes down, pushing himself up and quickly hitting a sharp jab into Johnson’s jaw. Johnson reels backwards, stumbling up onto his feet as Taylor sweeps his foot out, catching Johnson’s ankle and sending him collapsing to the mat. Taylor quickly gets to his feet, watching as Johnson gets up and turns around, walking right into a rough T-Bone Suplex from Taylor which sends Johnson crashing into the mat behind him.

Taylor gets to his feet, grabbing Johnson’s head and pulling him up, turning and whipping him against the ropes. As soon as Johnson rebounds, he hurtles at Taylor, ducking down and hitting him with a spear, quickly moving over him and delivering several heavy rights and lefts raining down into Taylor’s head! Taylor lifts his arms, but Johnson simply keeps pounding away before cupping his hands and slamming a Double Axe Handle down into Taylor’s face! Johnson gets to his feet, taking a few steps back before turning to Taylor, waiting for him to get up.

Taylor, still dazed from the onslaught Johnson delivered, slowly gets to his feet. Johnson goes to kick him in the gut, but Taylor catches his foot! Johnson stands there, and Taylor throws his foot down, lunging forward and locking an arm over his head before lifting him for a suplex. Johnson's feet flail in the air as he pushes all his weight down, allowing him to fall back onto his feet and shove Taylor back. Taylor moves forward, but Johnson kicks Taylor in the gut, causing him to double over as Johnson turns, grabbing Taylor's head and jumping down, nailing the Hangover! (Stunner) Taylor flops back to the mat as the crowd cheer wildly for Johnson to cover him, which he hastily does.

1.....2.....3!!

DING DING DING!

Walt:: "Here is your winner...CHUCK! JOHNSOOOOOONNNN!!!"

The crowd cheer wildly as "Hold My Beer" blares out from the speakers. Johnson stumbles up to his feet, allowing the referee to raise his arm in victory!

Gibson:: "And what a way to return!"

Long:: "Well, i'll give him that: He knows how to come back in style."

Gibson:: "And with TITAN in a fortnight, you have to wonder if Chuck may just see gold during this tenure with the company?"

Long:: "Alright, he beat Taylor, let's not get too hasty. Although with Prestige arriving, pretty much anything can happen!"

Taylor rolls out of the ring, his hands on his hips as he gives a small, content sigh, turning around and walking over to the lower-right area of the crowd barricade, climbing over it and beginning to walk through the crowd with his head bowed. Johnson raises his arms in victory, causing the crowd to cheer as Taylor's exit through the crowd is left relatively unnoticed.

Gibson:: "Where's Taylor going?"

Long:: "Maybe he has some soul-searching to do."

Taylor stops, turning around and looking at Chuck Johnson who is now rolling out of the ring with a broad grin on his face, soaking up the cheers. The camera focuses on him a final time as he gives a few polite claps before turning around, bowing his head and walking deep into the bowels of the arena before panning to Chuck Johnson with Justice on a leash in one hand and his jacket in the other. He lets loose a bellowing "HAIL THE ALE!" which is repeated in unison by the crowd as the scene fades out.

[The Sky King]

The camera cuts to Mark Rivera, adjusting his tie and giving a deep sigh as he approaches a wooden door in the arena labelled “Conference Room” upon a bronze plaque on the front of the door. Rivera pushes the door open, revealing a room of four men around a circular wooden table: Three of the men, wearing various pressed suits, are facing into the table, while the fourth, sitting at the head of the table, has his back turned to the table, hiding his appearance. Rivera clears his throat as the men look at him.

Rivera:: “Gentlemen. How can I help the Board?”

Chairman 1:: “Rivera, we have a problem.”

Rivera:: “Yes?”

Chairman 1:: “You can’t just go around throwing your weight around. Firing Maynard Hetfield, while undoubtedly satisfying for you and the fans, still provides a multitude of problems. The fans expected a hectic, chaotic, unforgettable main event at Prestige: You have ruined that. Not just Hetfield’s firing, but with men like Jack Bull, Jason Ambrose and others handing in their intent to leave, you are risking a federation we have spent years building.”

Rivera:: “Necessary cuts. I want to sort the wheat from the chaff, and the men who have been thrown aside were nothing more than the weakest, rotting chaff in the field—“

Chairman 2:: “You cannot just treat the roster as if they are toys, Rivera!!”

Rivera:: “Why? They are under contract for the Asylum. For me. Not for the EUW, not for you gentlemen.”

Chairman 2:: “You are being unnecessarily hasty with these decisions. You may be the CEO of the Asylum, but you must remember that we are still the Board of Directors of EUW. Without us, you are nothing—“

Rivera: “And without me, you are nothing. You men don’t even have a CEO for the EUW! If I go, you go down with me without a hope in hell of surviving!”

Chairman 2:: “Rivera, might I remind you that your position is a hotly contended one? The moment our shareholders decide that it’s time to either appoint a new CEO or a Chairman of the Board is the moment that you will be gotten rid of in any way that we can. We have already witnessed popular superstars being fired, and word is that morale is weak in the Locker Room, and we may even see an impact in our usually-high ratings. If you do not fix these issues, then steps will be taken to ensure that the EUW and the Asylum merge once again, and that you are crushed between the gears. We do not know how, but rest assured that we will find a way, as much as we would be hesitant to.”

Rivera:: “You cannot get rid of me. I am the CEO of the Asylum! I am the one who controls the television show, the merchandise and the superstars! I am the one bringing in money, and I am the one who controls effectively the entirety of the EUW! You cannot dismiss me without me taking you all down with me!”

Chairman 3:: “Rivera, I suggest you begin to watch your back. Your attitude could get you into serious trouble—“

Rivera:: “Please! Enough of this nonsense! I have a show to run, gentlemen, so if you excuse me..”

Rivera turns around, storming out of the door and slamming it behind him as the Board of Directors watch him intently.

Chairman 1:: “If we do not see a change, gentlemen, we will have to use drastic measures to remove Rivera from power.”

Chairman 2:: “We need to appoint a CEO before we can, or else the EUW will collapse before our eyes! We cannot simply kill the Asylum, we need to merge them both!”

Chairman 1:: “That…..has been taken into account. We are living in tumultuous times in regards to this company, and we are facing a man who is adept in a war over a company..but that does not mean we are unarmed. Isn’t that right, Shawn?”

The turned chair swivels around, revealing the face of Shawn Ashen. Ashen gives a small smile, clasping his hands together and placing them on the table.

Ashen:: “But of course, gentlemen.”

[The Sky King]

Main Event
Standard Rules
Roy Viper vs. Brett Cross

Gibson:: “Time for our Main Event! It WAS due to be Maynard Hetfield taking on Brett Cross. But, well, we saw earlier tonight Hetfield’s dismissal. Tonight, we will see Roy Viper go against the giant.”

Long:: “Who cares? Let’s just see someone get hurt!”

“Divide” by Disturbed blasts out of the speaker as Roy Viper emerges from behind the curtain. Behind him file out three members of the Seven Sins: Morgan, Peter and Shamus. Viper looks back at them, giving a small nod and walking backwards, lining up with them and saying a few words before they nod in unison, heading down the ramp with Viper moving forward in front of them to show the crowd who the boss is.

Walt:: “It is now time..for our MAIN EVENT!! Introducing first! From Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds, accompanied by Peter, Shamus and Morgan…ROY! THE COBRA! VIIIIIIPEEEEERRRRR!!”

Viper rushes forward, sliding in under the bottom rope as Morgan, Peter and Shamus gather in the lower-left corner of the ringside area, congregating amongst themselves. Viper turns to the lower-left turnbuckle, climbing onto the second rung and taking in the crowds heated jeers as he looks around. As soon as Viper hops down, the referee approaches him, asking him to stand still as he kneels down, patting him down for weapons while simultaneously warning him the match is not operating under no disqualification. Viper yawns, rolling his eyes as he holds his legs out, allowing the referee to search him. “Divide” fades out, and is replaced by “Hermods Ride to Hel” by Amon Amarth. The crowd let loose a loud cheer as Cross emerges from behind a shower of golden pyro, walking onto the stage and stomping down the ramp, his eyes fixated firmly on Roy Viper.

Walt:: “His opponent, standing in at six feet and ten inches, weighing in at three hundred and thirty six pounds..BRETT! CRROOOOSSSSS!!”

Cross walks over to the steps behind the lower-left turnbuckle, forcing the three members of the Seven Sins to retreat somewhat and causing Viper to rush over to the opposite corner. Cross walks up the steps, onto the apron and climbs in over the top rope, throwing out his arms and walking into the middle of the ring, soaking up the cheers from his fanbase. Cross grabs the model of the Hammer Mjolnir around his neck, taking it off and kissing it before turning around, draping it over the turnbuckle post of the lower-left turnbuckle. He slides out of his furred trenchcoat, tossing it over the top rope to a Crew member before turning around, stretching his arms and cricking his neck.

The referee, not wasting any time, motions for the timekeeper to ring the bell.

DING DING DING!

Cross looks over his shoulder at Shamus, Peter and Morgan on the outside before turning his eyes to Roy, wrinkling his nose irritably and beginning to walk out of the corner. Viper swiftly rushes out, delivering a thunderous clothesline into the chest of Cross. Cross stumbles back slightly, but remains firm-footed. Viper responds by delivering two swift kicks into the back of Cross’s right leg before jumping up and hitting a Dropkick into Cross’s chest. Cross stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle and Viper nimbly hops to his feet, rushing Cross again. Cross responds by simply walking out a few steps and lifting his foot, causing Viper to slam face-first into the thick sole and send him collapsing to the mat. Viper’s posse let out a collective groan as Cross lifts his foot up, bringing it down into Viper’s chest. Viper lets out a surprised, winded choke as Cross leans down, hauling Viper up to his feet.

Cross lifts up Viper into a Vertical Suplex, simply standing there and allowing Viper to hang there for a few seconds before falling backwards, dropping Viper hard into the mat. Viper’s back arches in pain, but Cross gets to his feet and slams his left foot down into Viper’s abdomen, causing him to collapse back down into the mat. Cross turns slightly, jogging towards the ropes and rebounding off of them before leaping up and driving his knee down into Viper’s face with a rough Knee Drop. Viper cries out in pain, clutching his nose before Cross pulls him to his feet, delivering a rough headbutt to Viper. Viper stumbles backwards into the lower left turnbuckle, and Cross charges him, delivering a brutal Clothesline to Viper who is sandwiched between the thick arm of Cross and the turnbuckle.

Cross takes a few steps backwards as Viper remains in the turnbuckle, dazed. Cross takes a few more steps back, charging again and lifting his foot. Viper, seemingly out of instinct, ducks to his knees and throws himself to the right, managing to avoid Cross whose foot slams against the top turnbuckle. Cross pushes himself away as Viper gets to his feet, rushing him with a Clothesline. Viper jumps down onto his rear, pulling down the top rope and using Cross’s momentum against him, sending him up and over the top rope, tumbling to the outside! Viper slowly pulls himself to his feet, stepping backwards and rubbing his nose before turning to the referee, yelling at him that Cross was breaking the rules by headbutting him. The referee turns to Viper, shaking his head and telling him to calm down. With the referees back turned, Peter and Shamus rush over to Cross, delivering several stomps to his back which causes the fans to jeer loudly. Peter grabs the hair of Cross, pulling him up to his feet in a doubled-over position and pushing him between the legs of Shamus. With the help of his brother holding the legs of Cross, Peter lifts Cross before driving him down into the ground with a swift Piledriver!

Hearing the louder jeers, the referee quickly turns around as Peter and Shamus quickly get to their feet and rush over to Viper’s corner. The referee walks over, warning them not to get involved or else Viper will get disqualified. Viper slides out the ring, grabbing the hair of the now-dazed Cross and pulling him to his feet before rolling him into the ring. Viper hops onto the apron, grabbing the top rope and watching Cross as he stirs, rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up to one knee. As soon as Cross reaches a vertical base, Viper hops onto the top rope, leaping off and catching Cross with a Springboard Swinging Neckbreaker which snaps Cross violently into the mat. Viper quickly hooks the behemoths leg..

1.....2….KICK OUT!

Cross manages to thrust a shoulder up, causing Viper to quickly hop up and deliver a swift knee down into the giants forehead. Cross grunts slightly in pain, and Viper grabs his beard, forcing him up and shoving him forcefully into the lower-left turnbuckle, pressing the point of his elbow into Cross’s mouth. The referee rushes over, beginning the count

1…2…3…4..

Viper releases the hold, raising his arms and taking a few steps backwards as Cross shakes his head, rubbing his lips as Viper’s right fist snaps forward, catching Cross with a vicious cheap shot that even surprises the behemoth. The fans let loose a chorus of jeers as Viper gives a cruel laugh, stepping backwards with his hands raised. The referee turns to Viper, jabbing a finger at him and admonishing him loudly. However, this only allows Morgan of the Seven Sins to hop onto the apron, locking her hands around the thick throat of Cross and strangling him roughly. Cross lets out a surprised choke, struggling slightly as Morgan lets go, hopping down from the apron as Viper charges forward, shoving his shoulder into the abdomen of Cross.

Viper takes a few steps backwards as Cross stumbles out of the turnbuckle. Viper edges around him, running forward and up the rungs of the turnbuckle to the top rope. Viper looks behind him as Cross, coming to, turns around. Adjusting himself, Viper backflips, hitting Cross and locking an arm around his neck, driving him violently into the mat with the Snake Bite!

Gibson:: “Viper is really taking it to the giant tonight!”

Long:: “Looks like he has a death wish, I guess.”

Viper gets to his feet, looking down at Cross and kicking him onto his stomach, walking over to his right leg and grabbing it, locking in an Ankle Lock. However, the larger Cross, feeling Viper about to attempt a submission, swiftly rolls onto his back and lashes out with his left leg, catching Viper in the abdomen and sending him flying backwards and crashing down to the mat. Cross gets to his feet, and Peter hops onto the apron, slapping his back roughly. Cross turns around, slapping a hand around Peter’s throat. The crowd cheer wildly as Peter chokes violently, punching Cross’s arm in a feeble attempt to break free. The referee rushes over, telling Cross to let go. Cross looks at the referee before letting go and turning around, allowing the referee to get into Peter’s face and warn him about being ejected if he interferes one more time. Cross turns around, walking over to Viper who is on his knees. Viper lunges forward, slamming his fist upwards and hitting Cross with a vicious low blow!

Cross stumbles backwards, falling to his knees and letting out a surprised, pained choke. Viper quickly gets to his feet, leaping up and hitting a dropkick, swiftly hitting Cross in his skull and sending the giant backwards to the mat. Viper rises to his feet with an arrogant smile crossing his face as jeers rain down from the crowd. Viper twists around and runs forward to the upper-right turnbuckle close to both men, hopping onto the second rung and climbing to the top before leaping off and nailing Cross with a swift Moonsault. As soon as he lands, he hooks the leg of Cross. The referee, busy warning the three members of the Seven Sins on the outside, looks over his shoulder, sliding over and counting the pin.

1…..2-KICK OUT!

Cross manages to get a shoulder up. Viper storms to his feet, shoving the referee and yelling at him to keep focused on the match and not on his partners on the outside. Viper turns around, grabbing the hair of Cross and twists him into a bent-over position, wrapping his right arm over his neck. Cross locks his arms around Viper’s waist, however, and lifts him into the air, moving him slightly and locking him in a Bearhug! Viper screams in agony as the thick, trunk-like arms of Cross begin to squeeze his torso tightly.

Gibson:: “And just listen to that! Viper must be in sheer agony right now!”

Long:: “I don’t even want to imagine what that must feel like!”

Cross squeezes Viper harder, tightening his hold. Viper lunges forward, butting his head against Cross’s. Cross stumbles slightly, but the grip remains tight. Viper parts his arms, slamming them against both sides of Cross’s head. Cross stumbles more, but the grip remains firmly in place, causing the referee to rush over and check on Viper whose strength is beginning to fade somewhat. Peter, Shamus and Morgan quickly congregate on the outside, watching as Viper delivers another, weaker headbutt to Cross. Suddenly, without warning, Cross shifts his arms, locking them around Viper’s back and lifting him into the air before slamming him down with a violent Gutwrench Powerbomb!

Viper crashes into the mat, flopping lifelessly. Shamus and Morgan hop onto the apron, whistling at the referee while Peter ducks down, crawling under the ring apron. The referee turns his head, looking over at Morgan and Shamus and rushes over. Cross storms up to his feet, not noticing Peter has surfaced on the other side of the ring, clutching a lead pipe. Peter twists around, climbing onto the apron and grasping the top rope. Peter jumps up, landing on the top rope and springboards off, catching Cross violently in the back of the head with a sickening swing that crunches into the skull of Cross!

Hearing the crash, Peter quickly rolls the lead pipe out of the ring and rolls out himself to the outside. The referee calls for the Seven Sins to be ejected!

Gibson:: “FINALLY!”

Morgan, Peter and Shamus look over at the referee, with Peter hopping onto the apron and arguing with the referee. A dazed Viper slowly pulls himself over to the fallen Cross, rolling him onto his back and laying over him. Peter hops down, waving off the referee and joining Shamus and Morgan as they make their way up the ramp. The referee turns, noticing Viper has made the cover and slides over.

1…..2…..3-KICK OUT!

With his last reserves of strength, Cross thrusts a shoulder up, breaking the pin. Viper forces himself up to his knees with his hands on his hips, looking around desperately and shaking his head, getting to his feet.He looks down at Cross, taking a few steps back and watches as the giant pushes himself up onto his hands and knees. Viper rushes over, locking an arm around his neck and flings himself backwards, driving the skull of Cross into the ground with a Spike DDT! He rolls him onto his back, going for a quick consecutive cover..

1…..2…..KICK OUT!

Cross, once again, manages to just thrust his shoulder up. Viper steps over him, running forward and hopping up onto the top rope of the upper-right turnbuckle, looking back at Cross and steadying himself. The behemoth once again gets onto his hands and knees, letting out a bellowing cough and spitting out a mouthful of blood before pushing himself to his hands and knees.

Viper backflips off, hoping to hit the Venom Injection…but with his final reserves of strength, Cross shoves himself up, and as soon as Viper nears him, cups his hands together and swings forth with a gigantic Hammer Mjollnir!! (Polish Hammer) Cross’s hands connect with the jaw of Viper, causing him to do a secondary backflip in mid-air and crash down onto the canvas, the sheer force of the move almost turning him inside out. Cross slides over, desperately hooking the leg..

1…..2…..3!!

DING DING DING

Walt:: “Here is your winner..BRETT! CROOOOSSSSSSSS!!!”

Cross remains motionless on top of Viper, the referee checking up on both men who are breathing heavily, having gave it their all.

Gibson:: “….Wow.”

Long:: “Viper took Cross to the limit, here. There’s no shame in that.”

Gibson:: “With the last reserves of strength left in that tank of his, Cross managed to somehow..SOMEHOW unleash that devastating move, and Viper…Good God, can we see that again?”

The replay shows of Viper going for the Venom Injection, the feed slowing down as it watches Cross barely lunge up with cupped hands, smashing with brutal force into the incoming jaw of Viper, the force causing him to do an extra rotation and crash lifelessly to the mat.

Cross is now up onto his knees, breathing heavily, but he raises his hands in victory, letting loose a triumphant, bellowing war cry which shakes the rafters.

What Cross doesn’t notice, as the crowd jeer venomously, is TITAN rushing down the ramp towards the tired behemoth. TITAN slides under the bottom rope, stomping his foot roughly into the canvas in order to awaken the behemoth. Cross gets to his feet and turns around, right into a shot from the World Championship by TITAN! Cross hits the mat, splayed out from the vicious shot! TITAN throws down the World Championship, grabbing Viper and rushing him over to the ropes, throwing him clean over the top rope before turning to Cross, grabbing him by his beard and pulling him forcefully to his feet.

The fans stand, watching as TITAN squats down, lifting the entire weight of Cross onto his shoulders! Despite his legs shaking and buckling somewhat, TITAN spins the gigantic Viking, planting him violently into the mat with the Mass Effect! The ring shakes violently as Cross crashes into the mat, the force sending him rolling onto his back. TITAN leans over, grabbing his World Championship and grabs the hair of the now nigh-unconscious Brett Cross, pulling up his head and thrusting his face forcefully into the center plate of the World Championship.

TITAN:: “DO YOU SEE THIS, YOU SON OF A BITCH?!?!? DO YOU SEE THIS?!?!? DO YOU?!?!? THIS IS AS CLOSE AS YOU WILL COME TO TOUCHING THIS TITLE AS LONG AS I AM IN THIS COMPANY!!!..YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME!!! NOTHING!! I AM GOING TO FUCKING CRUSH YOU AT PRESTIGE!!”

The crowd let loose a wave of venomous, hated jeers as TITAN slams Cross’s head down into the mat, getting to his feet and raising the World Championship high in the air in his right hand. The scene fades out as TITAN places his foot on the chest of Cross, giving a sadistic, gleaming grin into the camera..