23rd October Sunday Night Vengeance

[The Sky King]

The camera crew for Sunday Night Vengeance pan across the almost-full arena as we see the fans waving their signs and screaming in front of the camera, waving their arms desperately in an attempt to be noticed by the cameras. Various signs spotted on the camera’s pan across the arena include “FIRE VIPER”, “BURROWS HAS THE HEART OF A LION”, “THE DOCTOR IS IN” and “LET’S GO OBLIVION”. The cheers continue to fill the arena as the camera pans away from the fans and toringside, where Sidney Long and Rock Gibson are sat the announce table, looking at the camera.

Gibson:: "We’re rolling on the road to Prestige! Tonight we see rivalries heat up, we see superstars rise to the challenge, and we see the face of the federation continue to change! Welcome to Sunday Night Vengeance!”

Long:: "And tonight we see the fallout of Maynard Hetfield being indefinitely suspeneded, as well as three superstars who left our ranks as well!”

Gibson:: "Yeah, it’s a damn shame. Three superstars have decided to take indefinite leaves of absences. A damn shame.”

Long:: “A damn shame!”

Gibson:: “That’s what I said—Hold on, viewers. We have word that a camera crew is following Rivera, and we will be allowed to see the meeting between him and the Board of Directors concerning recent events—“

Long:: “Shut up! Let’s cut to it right now!”

The camera cuts to Mark Rivera, busy adjusting his tie as he heads down a coridoor deep within the bowels of the arena as various Crew members scuttle around, quickly setting up for tonights show. Rivera walks over to a set of wooden double-doors, grasping the bronze handle and pushing it open: Before him stands an ovular wooden table, flanked by five men wearing sharp suits around the entire perimeter. All five men look over at Rivera as soon as the door opens, an aura of tension flooding the room.

Chairman One:: “Take a seat, Rivera.”

Rivera sits down at the table, looking at the five Chairmen who look back at him with an aura of coldness and impatience. The Chairman at the head of the table, directly opposite Rivera, clears his throat.

Rivera:: “Can I help you gentlemen?”

Chairman One:: “We have recently lost three members. James Hart has decided to take an indefinite leave in order to avoid injury, Isamu Suzuki has simply disappeared, and Immanuel Taylor has stepped away for an indefinite period for reasons he has disclosed only to himself. What do you think of this?”

Rivera gives a small, almost nervous, chuckle, tapping his fingers against the wooden table.

Rivera:: “It is nothing. Suzuki, Taylor and Hart were nothing—“

Chairman Two:: “THEY WERE SUPERSTARS IN THIS FEDERATION!!”

The room suddenly falls silent as the second Chairman gives a deep, dark sigh, rubbing his eyes in exasperation.

Chairman Two:: “Rivera, you encouraged us just a fortnight ago to believe in you. We tried. Now we have seen three superstars leave. You say you keep the ratings up, but are you ignorant enough to believe that the ratings will remain up with a nigh-on empty locker room? In fact, will we see an exodus of more talent?”

Rivera:: “Absolutely not! I have a hold on the situation—“

Chairman Three:: “You have reassured us of that very thing time and time again. Right now it is clear that you do not have a tight grip on the situation. While you are busy admonishing talent and forcing them into line, we are seeing other members leave.”

Rivera:: “Gentlemen, I can get this federation back on track. I can begin hiring members. In fact, I have already had a few superstars put pen to paper already.”

Chairman One:: “Really? Then we look forward to actually seeing them in action, and we look forward to seeing how you will deter them from competing beyond one match.”

Rivera:: “PLEASE! Under my reign, not that many people have lef—“

Chairman Two:: “Jack Bull, Jason Ambrose, Chris Sabora, Christian Kane, Diabolik. Just to name a few!”

Rivera:: “Do you gentlemen honestly believe that poses any sort of concerns for me? Of course it doesn’t! I KNOW I can hire new wrestlers, and hiring new wrestlers is exactly what I will do! Just have faith and patience, gentlemen, and I will continue to make the federation grow.”

Chairman Four:: “We don’t have patience, Rivera. Patience has all but run out on our end. Remember: We cannot exist without you, but you cannot exist without us. You are still vulnerable, Rivera, and the moment a suitable candidate appears for the job, we will choose them if we don’t start seeing improvements.”

Rivera:: “You will see them.”

Rivera pushes himself away from the table and up to his feet, turning around and walking out of the double doors, not bothering to wait for the Chairmen to dismiss him. The Chairmen look gravely at Rivera as he shuts the doors behind him, rubbing his eyes and walking left down the coridoor. Sam Sneed, Rivera’s personal assistant, quickly jogs after him, carrying a clipboard and grinning wickedly.

Sneed:: “Sir! Sir! We have already got some new talent preparing for their debuts in a fortnight! We are beginning to grow once again—“

Rivera throws a hand up as he walks, silencing Sneed and stopping in front of his office, slowly turning his head towards his personal assistant and scowling.

Rivera:: “Sam, all I want to do is have a drink. Now, I am beginning to believe that those chairmen are getting above their stations, and I want to know why. I want you to start searching through records, hacking laptops, tapping phones..ANYTHING! Just to let me know what the FUCK is going on!”

Sneed:: “Yes, sir. Right away, sir.”

Rivera sighs, pushing open his door and walking into his office.

Rivera’s and Sneed’s jaws drop in unison as they look around at the remnants of Mark Rivera’s office. The office appears to have been vandalised, albeit roughly, with potted plants strewn across the floor, dirt-clogged footprints trodden into the ruby-red carpet, and papers and drawers from the desk pulled out and flung around the room with wild abandon. Rivera’s eyes narrow as he approaches his desk: On the white wall behind him, spraypainted in large red letters, is the word “Ab Irato”, towering behind Rivera’s leather office chair which has been stabbed and cut repeatedly. Rivera’s nostrils flare angrily as he turns his head to Sneed, his voice almost silent, but quivering with hatred.

Rivera:: “….Get… more security in this fucking building…right now…RIGHT NOW!!!”

Sneed turns around, jogging out of the office as Rivera turns to the letters, running a hand over his face in sheer exasperation, staring coldly at the letters.

Rivera:: “…You son of a bitch…GET OUT OF HERE! GO!!”

Rivera shoves a hand into the lens of the camera which followed him in, forcing the feed to cut towards the ringside area.

[The Sky King]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Doctor Rudkilde vs Stephen Callaway

Gibson:"....Well, that was interesting."

Long: "Ab Irato. Someone get on Google! I don't speak Latin!"

Gibson: "No, we won't. Instead, we'll focus on our first match of the evening. This one should be interesting as a newcomer will grace our programming!"

Long: "That’s right, the Doctor will participate in his second match in the company, coming off of a great victory in his debut last week. He will square off against the always dangerous, Stephen Callaway."

Gibson: "Doctor Rudkilde is a fantastic specimen so to speak. Callaway is a warrior of the ring. Let’s get to the action and see who comes out as winner in this opening match up!"

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

Walt: "The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, hailing out of Karlstad, Sweden… Doctor Rudkilde!!"

The opening riffs of "Electric Chapel" by Lady Gaga start ringing out. Doctor Rudkilde walks out onto the stage bouncing to the beat as the song is about to pick-up. As soon as the lyrics and the main part of the song come in, Rudkilde smirks at the crowd through his mask. They pop as he starts making his way down the ring and nears fans on each side. Some fans reach out to touch part of his face and he smirks as he backs up just a bit. He reaches into his vest and pulls out a white rose and hands it to a beautiful woman in the front row. He turns to the ring, rolling in and throwing his arms out as he soaks up the crowd's reaction.

Walt: "And his opponent.. Hailing from Sacramento, California.. Stephen Callaway!"

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

Gibson: "Look at these two men, they are ready for action. The World is ready for action as well. LET’S DO THIS!!"

The bell rings as Callaway and Rudkilde circle one another. Rudkilde raises an arm causing the fans to cheer loudly as Callaway smirks. The two men lock up. Callaway gains the advantage early, bringing Rudkilde in for a side headlock. Rudkilde counters by sliding out and applying a headlock of his own. Callaway counters as well, sliding out and applying an arm lock. With the fans cheering, Rudkilde pats his shoulder and reverses the hold, sending Callaway to the ropes with an Irish Whip! Rudkilde then drops to the mat as Callaway returns and hops over him, bouncing off the ropes once again. Hoping to his feet, Rudkilde catches Callaway on the next rebound and uses an hip toss to send Callaway to the mat! Rudkilde then tries to grab Callaway but Callaway launches him backward by driving his boots into the Doctor’s face!!

Gibson: "Wow! Amazing match up so far, folks! These two seem equal right down there!"

Long: "Agreed, this may come down to ring experience, something the enigmatic Callaway has in spades!"

Callaway kicks back up to his feet and grabs Rudkilde. He hooks the arm for a suplex only to be stopped.. Than countered as Rudkilde kicks him in the gut and lands a spike DDT! The crowd cheers loudly. Adjusting his face mask, Rudkilde rushes to his feet once more. Grabbing a handful of Callaway’s hair, he drives his knuckles into the back of his skull, wearing down the Irishman. He then hooks arm over and lifts Callaway backward, landing a backdrop! Without missing a beat, Rudkilde twists Callaway up, locking in the crossface! Callaway screams in pain!

Gibson: "Textbook wrestling from the Doctor here. Very nice."

Long: "Callaway needs to turn this around and fast. I wonder if he expected this sort of output out of the rookie?"

Callaway flails his one free arm as Rudkilde pulls back with all of his might. The crowd cheers loudly, hoping Callaway will tap out but it isn’t to be. Using the nearby ropes, Callaway pushes off of them with his feet, amazingly countering and pinning Rudkilde underneath him somehow! The ref begins to count!

1..
Rudkilde releases the crossface and rolls away!

Holding his arm, Callaway rises to one knee. Rudkilde is on him immediately though, rushing to his side. Callaway reacts fast though, punching Rudkilde in the groin! Rudkilde backs away holding his crotch in agony as the crowd boos loudly now! Shaking off the damage, Callaway rises to his feet and rushes behind Rudkilde, lifting him up and spinning him around before dropping him with the “Always have an angle” slam! The fans boo once again as Callaway sits up, he is smiling confidently. Grabbing another handful of hair, Callaway brings Rudkilde ot his feet only to body slam him down once again. He then drops a hard elbow to Rudkilde’s face mask! Callaway stands up and does it again.. And again, each time sending shock waves around the arena!

Gibson: "Callaway has somehow managed to turn this around. I think he will need to go a different route if he is to put away the Doctor though. That face mask is taking the brunt of the damage!"

Long: "Just take the damn thing off!!!"

Ever the cocky one, Callaway struts around Rudkilde now, playing to the fans. He then grabs Rudkilde by the head and brings him to his feet. Another punch to Rudkilde and then Callaway hooks the arm and raises him into the air, holding a stalling suplex! The fans boo loudly as Callaway displays his strength, walking around the ring a moment. He then brings the Doctor down to the mat hard! Hooking the leg, Callaway attempts a pin!

1..
2..
Rudkilde kicks out!

Callaway looks down at Rudkilde, giving a sneer before grabbing the mask, attempting to wrench the mask violently from his face. Rudkilde struggles against Callaway, quickly shoving his feet up and kicking Callaway in the face, sending him stumbling backwards. Rudkilde pushes himself up to his feet, when suddenly..the lights simply cut out.

The fans turn almost silent.

Suddenly, "John the Revelator" by Depeche Mode begins to play over the sound system, the haunting song almost causing a unified shiver to roll over the fans.

Gibson: "What the hell?"

Long: "Well, this is new!"

The lights suddenly flash into a brilliant white before breaking into a set of blue strobe lights which cover the arena as a towering man strolls from behind the curtain and onto the stage before heading immediately down the ramp as Rudkilde and Callaway watch, looking at eachother, then at the man.

Long: "Uh-oh."

Gibson: "Who the hell is that?"

The man walks towards the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope before pushing himself to his feet, looking at both Callaway and Rudkilde. Callaway quickly charges the man, but the man quickly jogs forward, raising his foot and slamming it into the head of Callaway, causing Callaway to slam backwards into the mat, his head snapping gruesomely off of the canvas before the man turns to Rudkilde. Rudkilde quickly runs forward, but the man responds by lifting his foot, slamming his boot into Rudkilde's face! Rudkilde hits the mat roughly, but the man leans down, grabbing his throat and pulling him straight into the air before slamming him straight down into his knee with a vicious Chokeslam Backbreaker! The referee quickly calls for the bell.

DING DING DING DING DING DING!

Long: "What is that? A double disqualification? That's how the match ends?"

Gibson: "It certainly seems like it! What a shame. Such effort wasted!"

The crowd jeer wildly as the man rolls Rudkilde off of his knee and onto the mat where he remains sprawled on the canvas, his left leg twitching slightly. The man slowly turns his head to the ringside area, walking over to the ropes near the announce tables and extending a hand, which Walt takes as an invitation to hand him the microphone.

Man: "My name is Caoran Lavery, and today is simply the beginning. The beginning of transcendance. The revelations of truth...Rudkilde. Doctor Rudkilde. You may think you are physically perfect, but morally and genetically? You are little more than an earthworm. A maggot pulsing on the rotten flesh of your own existence. A man so content with his own looks and popularity that he didn't even think that attempting to harm me would result in his own pain. A man who believed he could do anything without consequence, simply because these morally-corrupt fans cheer for him."

The crowd jeers loudly as Lavery walks over to the fallen Callaway, looking down at him.

Lavery: "And you, Callaway. You truly imbecilic person. What did you have to prove by trying to rush me? These fans hate your guts, and yet you still feel the need to prove yourself to them, by making a complete fool out of yourself in a desperate attempt at an attack. It's people like you who will begin to suffer now that I am here. No more idiocy. No more corrupt morals. No more wretches believing they are superior to everyone and anyone. It's time that each and every single one of you got put into line and learnt your place. It's time that you all listened to Caoran Levery, because I am going to show you the errors of your ways. I will help you all overcome this ignorance and idiocy engrained into your mess of a gene pool."

Lavery drops the microphone onto Callaway's chest, dropping down onto his back and rolling out of the ring as the crowd jeer venomously. Lavery simply ignores them, turning around and heading up the ramp.

Gibson: "Well..that was...scary."

Long: "Rock? I think I have a new favourite superstar! And it's that man right there, Caoran Lavery!"

Gibson: "Oh, good, maybe he can cure your ignorance."

Lavery turns around, looking at the ring and giving a small smirk before turning back around and heading through the curtain. The camera cuts to the ring where Rudkilde and Callaway are still down, stirring slightly, before cutting to commercial.

[The Sky King]

The scene cuts to the Parking Lot within the arena where several cars are parked and several Crew members are busy talking amongst themselves as they make their way towards the Production Truck which is barely visible in the background, shrouded by various cars. Making his way from between several cars, wearing a pressed black suit with the Lionheart Championship slung over his shoulder, is Danny Tenfold, heading towards the double doors into the arena. As soon as the camera crew catch his face, Sarah Thompson jogs over, her high-heels echoing throughout the cavernous car park. Tenfold stops suddenly as Thompson stands to his left, brushing her hair out of her face as she clutches her microphone.

Thompson:: “Danny Tenfold, where have you been?”

Tenfold:: “I’ve had business to take care of, but it really doesn’t matter. What matters is that I am here to watch the two challengers to my Lionheart Championship do battle, those two being Natalie Burrows and Roy Viper. Two superstars who I will have to bring my A-game for to beat at Prestige.”

Thompson:: “What are your personal opinions on your future opponents?”

Tenfold:: “Viper’s one cold bastard, that’s for sure, but he’s taking his opportunities well and that worries me somewhat. Natalie is a rising star, and she’ll be interested in claiming her stake in the gold so that she can shoot through the ranks. My Lionheart Title is under some serious threat, but I should be able to take them both on.”

Thompson:: “So, why are you here? I didn’t see you on the card.”

Tenfold:: “As I said, I’m here to scout my opponents. Check out what threats they can pose to my title..but at the end of the day, only one person will be the Lionheart Champion, and that person is Danny Tenfold.”

Tenfold kisses the centre plate of his title, edging past Thompson and through the double doors into the arena.

[The Sky King]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Roy Viper vs Natalie Burrows

"Divide" by Disturbed blares out from the loudspeakers as Roy Viper walks out onto the stage. He scans the crowd, sneering before heading down the ramp and towards the ring.

John Walt: "Introducing first, hailing from Dublin, Ireland. weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds and standing at six foot one. He is Roy Viper!"

Roy jogs forward at the bottom of the ramp, sliding in under the bottom rope and hopping up to his feet, twisting around and walking over to the lower-left turnbuckle, climbing up onto the second rope and taking in the crowds venomous jeers, simply giving a cold laugh before grasping the top rope and leaping up, laying across it and waiting for his opponent. "Divide" is replaced by "Innocence" as coral-coloured lighting bathes the arena with a pair of crossed spotlights illuminating the curtain with a brilliant light. After a few moments, Natalie Burrows emerges from behind the curtain, the crowd suddenly letting loose a loud, roaring cheer as she walks into a clearly visible view, raising her fists above her head as white and coral pyros bathe her. Burrows walks out from the pyros, heading down the ramp with a determined look.

Walt: "And his opponent, weighing in at one hundred and seventy three pounds and standing five foot ten. She is Natalie Burrows!"

She jogs down the bottom of the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope, heading towards the lower-right turnbuckle and climbing onto the second rope, raising her fists in the air and looking over her shoulder at Roy Viper. She turns to the crowd, nodding in approval of their adoration of her before hopping down, stretching her legs slightly before walking over to the upper-right corner of the ring opposite Viper, stretching her arms along the way. Roy Viper watches on as the referee motions to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Both competitors approach each other and lock up. Viper twists Natalie’s wrists, bringing them backward with an extra dosage of pain. Natalie fakes distress and, when Viper has bent over sufficiently, she falls back and raises her legs, wrapping them around Viper’s neck thus showing immense flexibility. Natalie has Viper ensnared in a leg scissors maneuver early in the match.

Viper, on his knees, pushes forward and gets Natalie in a pinfall. The referee counts but Natalie pushes her body forward, removing her shoulders from the mat. Viper gets back up on his feet and hoists Natalie up before slamming her down with a powerbomb maneuver. He goes for the pinfall again. The referee goes to count but Natalie kicks out at one. She gets back up and Viper goes for a kick to the head. Natalie ducks and rolls Viper up into a pinfall. The referee counts.

1....KICK OUT!

He elbows Natalie in the head, halting her from getting back up. When Natalie gets back up, shaking the effects of the elbow strike off, Viper is already hungrily waiting. He launches and locks Natalie up in a Full Nelson.

Gibson: "And Viper seems to be going for a mat wrestling-based approach, trying to take out Natalie’s agility."

Long: "He’s got the weight and height advantage here, along with some high-flying on reserve in case he needs any. Should be interesting to see how Natalie will tango with Viper."

Viper intensifies the hold as Natalie struggles to escape. Viper suddenly lets go of the hold and locks his arms around Natalie’s waist before pulling off a German. He pulls her back up again and pulls off another one…..only for Natalie this time to land her feet! She’s still reeling from the damage caused to her head and thus Viper is able to get back up and charge, looking to bring her back down to the mat. Natalie however leaps upward and pulls off a standing hurricanrana, strong and sudden enough to land Viper down on the mat near to ropes and cause him to roll out of the ring.

Viper gets back up on the outside of the ring just as Natalie goes for a baseball kick. Viper moves out of the way and Natalie ends up sliding outside and falling to her knees. She quickly gets back up as Viper approaches her and, once again, goes for a hurricanrana. This time, Viper is able to pin her down and, sticking to his anti-aerial offensive, begins spinning her around before slamming her shoulder-first into the audience barrier. The referee’s count has reached a four. Viper, still holding Natalie upside down, then hoists her up into a powerbomb position.

Just before Viper is able to follow up with anything, Natalie begins vigorously punching him. She then leaps off his shoulder and lands on the other side of the audience barrier. Viper turns around but Natalie quickly grabs him by the ears and falls down, driving Roy’s face into the top of the audience barrier. As Viper shakes off the effect and gets back up, the count is now around 7, Natalie is waiting. As soon as the time is right, she leaps off the audience barrier and pulls off her signature Denial maneuver!

The referee reaches a Nine as Natalie rolls in the ring before rolling back outside. She pulls Viper up by his hair and rolls him back into the ring. Natalie then follows suit and goes for the pinfall.

1.....2.....KICK OUT!

Viper manages to kick out and Natalie pulls herself away from him. Natalie seems ready as she stalks the rising Viper, who seems to have hurt his back. Natalie eyes this weak spot. As soon as Viper is back up, Burrows grasps his right arm, whipping him off the ropes. As soon as Viper rebounds towards her, Burrows summons all her strength, lifting Viper into the air and hitting him with the Grief Cycle! (Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker)

Gibson: "And Natalie has managed to both regain the offensive and target down on a specific body part."

Knowing that Viper’s weakpoint is his back, having weakened it substantially, she knees Viper in the head before picking him up and irish whipping him to the ropes. Burrows looks to finish him with the Hitting Bottom but Viper manages to hold on to the ropes. Natalie rushes forward, but Viper turns around and pulls off a mule kick, hitting Burrows stiffly in the stomach. She doubles over as Viper makes his way on the apron before jumping on the ropes and connecting with a springboard swinging neckbreaker, spiking Burrows down into the mat!He hooks the leg.

1.....2.....KICK OUT!

Burrows manages to thrust a shoulder up, breaking the pinfall. Viper rises to his knees, hands on his hips as he looks over at the referee, shaking his head in disgust as he grabs Burrows hair, pulling her up roughly to her feet and slapping her sharply around the cheek. The fans jeer in absolute disgust, only to cheer wildly when Burrows responds by delivering a sharp, vicious kick to the side of Viper's temple, sending him down to the canvas!

Burrows grabs Viper's head, pulling him up into a doubled-over position before running at the ropes, rebounding off of them before running towards Viper, leaping up for a scissors kick! Viper pulls back and Natalie plants her feet into the mat, twisting around, only for Viper to grab her head and leap up, spinning back and slamming her roughly into the mat with the Venom Injection! Viper hooks her leg!

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

DING DING DING!

Walt: "Here is your winner...ROY! VIPEEERRRR!!!"

The crowd jeer loudly, one fan even throwing an empty drinks cup at Viper, as he gets to his feet and throws his arms up in victory, laughing loudly. The crowd appear to be absolutely disgusted. Viper looks down at Burrows, slowly approaching her and motioning for her to get up.

Gibson: "Oh, come on! Enough's enough!"

Viper grabs Burrows arms, forcing her up to her feet and pulling her forward towards the centres of the ring, spitting out a few venomous words at her. However, before Viper can raise a fist, Burrows responds by delivering a quick kick into Viper's abdomen! Viper reels backwards, only for Brandon Young to sprint down the ramp as fans cheer wildly! Viper turns, looking at Young as he slides under the bottom rope, tackling Viper roughly to the ground and delivering several furious blows down onto his head and chest! Viper holds up his arms, attempting to guard from the blows, but Young appears to be a man possessed as he rains down the blows! Suddenly, Morgan and John of the Seven Sins sprint down the ramp in order to aid Viper! Burrows quickly stands her ground as Morgan and John slide in, grabbing John by the scruff of his neck and kneeing him into the abdomen before delivering a vicious kick to the right side of his temple, sending him to the ground before turning her attention to Morgan, who grabs the hair of Burrows and twists around, throwing her into the lower-right corner.

Suddenly, Danny Tenfold rushes down the ramp and slides into the ring as Young turns his attention to John! Viper scurries away and looks over at Tenfold, quickly rolling out of the ring and running towards the upper-left section crowd barrier, leaping over it and into the crowd! Viper begins to run away, but is quickly pursued by Tenfold as both men run deep into the bowels of the crowd!

Viper quickly shoves himself through a fire exit, leaving John and Morgan who are currently battling with Burrows and Young, and into one of the coridoors of the arena, running down the coridoor and turning left, hurtling down the coridoor to where the Locker Room door is. Outside of it are Peter, Shamus and Leo, standing and waiting. Viper quickly sprints behind them, warning them that Tenfold is approaching. Sure enough, Tenfold turns around the corner, sprinting towards them but stops when he notices Peter, Shamus and Leo, hesitantly looking at them. Leo rushes forward, but Tenfold ducks down, tackling him to the floor! Peter and Shamus rush forward, dragging Tenfold away from Leo and shove him into the nearby wall, pushing him against it and allowing Viper to walk over, delivering a heavy punch into his gut.

Tenfold remains pinned against the wall as Viper delivers several kicks into his abdomen, but the door to the Locker Room suddenly flies open and none other than Illidan Bane, still wearing a suit, walks out, grabbing Leo by the scruff of his neck and pulling him away from Tenfold, throwing him backwards and violently into the wall with a giant crash as the scene quickly cuts to black!

[The Sky King]

The camera cuts back to the backstage coridoor, where the heated brawl is still going on. Bane doubles down, tackling both Peter and Shamus to the floor in one swift tackle before Viper grabs him, pulling him off of both of them and shoving him backwards into the whitewashed wall, throwing a punch forward. Bane ducks under it, and Viper’s fist collides into the wall with a heavy thud, causing him to pull backwards, shaking his hand in pain.

Viper: “FUCK!”

Tenfold, back on his feet, runs forward and delivers a clothesline to Leo, sending him straight to the floor before leaning down and pulling him up to his feet, dragging him down the coridoor. Bane walks over to Viper, grabbing him by his throat and lifting him slightly. Viper lashes a foot out, kicking Bane in the chest and causing him to stumble backwards and into a pile of metal piping used to construct the stage before charging forward, dropkicking him onto the pile of piping and causing it to roll over the floor with a heavy clatter.

As Peter and Shamus get to their feet, they quickly stumble backwards across the floor as Natalie Burrows enters the coridoor, looking flustered from the earlier match. She looks over at Peter and Shamus as Tenfold looks back at Bane, throwing Leo into a vending machine before rushing over to Viper, leaping up and hitting a huge Clothesline which knocks Viper down to the floor. Peter and Shamus look at eachother hesitantly, unable to react, as Burrows rushes forward, leaping up and planting Peter with a huge kick to the right side of his temple which sends him splaying to the floor! Shamus rushes forward, aiming a clothesline at Burrows, but Burrows ducks under it and spins around, watching as Shamus turns around before kicking him in the gut and twisting to the right, leaping up and hitting a Scissors Kick to Shamus and knocking him to the ground! Suddenly, John is shoved roughly into view as Brandon Young appears down the coridoor, rushing forward and dropkicking the stumbling John to the ground. Young rushes over to Burrows, checking that she's alright as Bane, now on his feet, grabs Viper by his head, shoving him backwards into the wall! Morgan begins to run into view, but Burrows leaps up, catching her with a Leg Lariat and planting her violently onto the floor!

Suddenly, a group of eleven security personnel, flanked by Mark Rivera, rush into the coridoor, situating themselves between the brawlers. Two security members quickly tend to Bane, while five others haul up Viper, Peter and Shamus, quickly forcing them backwards down the coridoor away from Bane, Burrows and Tenfold.

Rivera: “You idiots! What are you doing?! I have a show to run, and here you all are messing about, ruining MY show with your damn petty squabbling!!”

Bane: “You saw the match, goddammit! That bastard went to attack Burrows!”

Rivera: “OF COURSE I SAW THE MATCH! Did I say I hadn’t?! I still can’t have you taking matters into your own hands, dammit! I have a show to run, I have a Pay-Per-View to worry about, and here you bastards are, walking around like you’re the law!”

Tenfold: “And what about Viper, eh? Why does he get away with this shit?”

Rivera: “Who said he was? In a fortnight, it is going to be Roy Viper taking on Illidan Bane…in a Tables match.”

The crowd cheer wildly as Viper, rubbing the back of his head, looks on in shock, slowly shaking his head.

Bane: “Seriously??”

Rivera: “Seriously. Maybe a few bumps and bruises going into Prestige will teach both of you a lesson. Now, get them out of here. Right now.”

The security push forward, forcing Viper and the Seven Sins to turn around and walk down the coridoor, away from Bane and Tenfold, Bane rubs his arm, looking over at Tenfold and extending his hand. Tenfold looks over, breathing heavily and takes his hand, giving it a quick shake.

Tenfold: “Do me a favour, Bane?”

Bane: “What?”

Tenfold: “Kick that leprechauns ass.”

Bane gives a small laugh, nodding.

Bane: “Don’t worry, I will.”

Tenfold looks over at Burrows and Young, giving them a small nod. Burrows and Young both return the nod.

Burrows: "Cowardice. How sickening."

Young: "That's all Viper is: A coward."

Young looks over at Bane, his opponent for tonight, and gives a small nod. A period of tension crosses over the coridoors inhabitants before Bane simply returns the nod. The scene cuts to commercial as Burrows and Young walk towards the Locker Room and slides into it as Tenfold and Bane watch Viper and his Seven Sins getting escorted away.

[The Sky King]

The fans cheer loudly as the camera feed pans from left to right, showing images of random guests. The lights dim down, and “Right Now” by Korn begins to play! Immediately there is a chorus of boos nd screams as fireworks emit from the stage area!

Gibson: "Well, here comes the Monster! Asylum World Champion, TITAN, seems to have a few things to say tonight."

Long: "Yes, and I think we should listen."

Gibson: "No man has had more success this year than the Monster of the Asylum. This truly was the year of the TITAN. With his impending match against Brett Cross at Prestige one has to ask, who will be left to stop TITAN should Cross fall?"

Stepping through the entrance area, TITAN glares out at the fans. The World Championship is buckled around his waist as he remains in place. Behind him, Barry Jordan stands confidently. As trash is thrown in their direction, they make their way down the ramp way and to ringside where Jordan enters the ring. Still on the ground, TITAN looks back at the announcer’s booth.. And grimaces.

Long: "I don’t think the champ likes you, Rock."

Gibson: "How do you know it isn’t you?"

Entering the ring now, TITAN paces in a circle as Jordan begins to speak..

Jordan: "Ladies and Gentlemen… the WORLD CHAMPION… TITAN!! He is-"

TITAN suddenly snags the microphone out of Jordan’s hand and brings it to his mouth as the fans boo loudly!

TITAN: "I DON’T NEED NO DAMN INTRODUCTION TONIGHT! CROSS… THE TIME IS COMING!!"

The fans boo once more as the camera feed pans the arena. The crowd seems to absolutely despise the World Champion!

TITAN: "You know, Brett.. People may buy into your shit but not me. You try to come across as this big tough man when in truth, you’re nothing more than a little bitch. That Viking act may have got you this far but I have some news for you.. It does nothing to me. You don’t impress me.. And I see no damn challenge in you. I will admit, it was interesting to think over the idea of a triple threat for my title at Prestige when Hetfield was around. Do you remember him, Barry?"

Barry shakes his head with a smile as the fans boo.

TITAN: "You’re right. There is nothing to remember. Prestige’s main event was doomed from the damn start. The bottom line is this. After I knock out Cross, there won’t be a SINGLE solitary person left to stand in my way. I told you all a year ago that it was MY time. After Prestige.. I will have proved it. SO IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY… GET USED TO ME BEING WORLD CHAMPION! IT WON’T END… UNTIL I SAY IT DOES-"

?: "Will you shuddup already?!!!"

The feed pans to the stage once again as the fans cheer loudly!!!

Gibson: "What’s this??!!!"

Standing on the stage area, Chuck Johnson is shown! Microphone in hand, he stares out at TITAN with a smile.

CJ: "Why do you have to yell all the time? You see, that’s the purpose of a microphone. It PROJECTS your voice. I know, it’s complicated stuff but you will have to trust me on that."

The fans are heard laughing and cheering as TITAN replies.

TITAN: "Oh, look at this. The prodigal son returns. What’s wrong? Back for another ass kicking? If I remember right, the last time we saw you, you were running with your tail tucked from that other piece of shit.. Danny Tenfold."

CJ: "Tail tucked? I think you’re exaggerating. It was more of a strategic retreat."

TITAN:"Is that what you call it? The way I see it, it was more like taking your ball.. And leaving. So, what is it tonight, Chuck? You want to walk out here and try to steal my thunder so that people will give a shit about you again?! Is that it? Well, news flash. Things aren’t like they were when you left. I am the standard around here. I make this business roll along. So quit wasting my damn time before I step down there and stomp the shit out of you for good measure.."

CJ begins to walk down the ramp way as the fans begin to cheer.

CJ: "Look, I was never good at words. Why don’t we settle this like men?"

TITAN: "COME ON THEN!!!"

With the fans screaming loudly, CJ slides into the ring and stands face to face with TITAN! The intensity is so thick, you could cut it with a knife!!! After a brief staredown, CJ slowly raises the microphone to his lips..

CJ: "You know, you’re right. I will quit wasting your time. You have a match tonight, big man. Guess who your opponent is."

TITAN: "It doesn’t matter."

CJ: "The hell it doesn’t!! You are looking at him. I am going to do something that everyone in that locker room wants to do. I am going to make you shut the hell up. There ain’t no fear in this redneck… just a raging heart! Let’s see what you got…"

Both men stare each other down as the fans cheer loudly! The camera feed slowly pans back..

Gibson: "YOU HEARD IT HERE!!! Chuck Johnson versus TITAN.. Tonight, and it's coming up next!! This is going to be good!!"

[The Sky King]

The camera cuts to the backstage in the Locker Room, where Mark Rivera is busy pacing left and right, his Cuban heels echoing hauntingly around his surroundings as he remains deep in thought, his hand on his chin. Suddenly, the door clicks open and Shawn Ashen emerges into the view of the camera, clutching the leather briefcase that seems to be causing Rivera some amount of concern. Rivera twists around, looking at Ashen.

Rivera:: “Hello, Shawn. What do you want?”

Ashen:: “I came to check on you. You don’t exactly seem to be operating too well. In fact, one could say that you’re…haunted.”

Rivera:: “…Look around, Shawn: What do you see?”

Shawn scans the room around him, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

Ashen:: “A Locker Room?”

Rivera:: “Do you know what I see? I see money. Dollar signs on the walls for as far as the eye can see. We’ve had three superstars leave. Three. Do you know how much money we’ve lost? Do you know how much in merchandise sales we won’t see? Do you know how much new contracts will cost?!”

Ashen:: “Of course I do.”

Rivera:: “Then you will understand why I am concerned.”

Ashen:: “So you just make a new cash cow. Simple.”

Rivera:: “If only it was so simple! I’ve already signed new superstars to contracts, but do you think it’s easy just making them famous? Do you think it’s easy to make them renowned? Do you think it’s easy to allow them to bring the cash flowing into my fingers? No! All we get are superstars whining about low morale! How am I supposed to create a cash cow from someone who cares about morale?!”

Ashen:: “With great difficulty—“

Rivera:: “EXACTLY! That’s why I’ve signed certain superstars. Superstars who don’t care about morale, emotions or anything like that. Superstars who will become infamous. Superstars who will help this company swim in the money! Superstars who will get the Board off of my back!”

Ashen:: “I hope they are good. You’ll need good superstars to replace men like Immanuel Taylor. In fact, you’ll need revered superstars to replace the level of James Hart’s popularity.”

Rivera:: “Everything has been taken into consideration. My best men have been flown out to negotiate deals with wrestlers around the world. The Asylum will once again rise up from the ashes like a phoenix! We will be great! And I will no longer have to worry about those damn Directors hassling me! You have already seen Caoran Lavery, my new signing, and we will see more men of his caliber in the coming weeks!”

Ashen:: “You won’t have to worry about them hassling you for much longer.”

Rivera looks at Ashen, cocking an eyebrow.

Rivera:: “Do you have a plan?!”

Ashen:: “There is something in the works. Yes, Rivera.”

Ashen gives a small, almost snide, smirk as Rivera continues pacing around the locker room, the camera cutting to ringside with Rock Gibson and Sidney Long.

[The Sky King]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Chuck Johnson vs TITAN

Walt: The following match is scheduled for one fall. The World Championship is not on the line. Coming to the ring first, from Chester, Montana.. Chuck Johnson!

“Hold my Beer” by Trace Adkins begins to play as the fans stand up to their feet! The applause is deafening as the feed switches to the entrance! All at once, a chant of “HAIL THE ALE!” begins to ring out from the fans as Chuck Johnson emerges from the stage!

Gibson: "Listen to these fans! You would think that CJ has been here the whole time! They simply adore him!"

Long: "Fine, now he can go back to whatever run down mobile home that he came from.."

Gibson: "You can’t deny the skill in that man. His win last fortnight against Immanuel Taylor says it all!"

The crowd continues to cheer as CJ reaches ringside. He looks out at the fans and raises his fists up into the air. The fans reply with another round of “HAIL THE ALE”! Climbing into the ring, CJ circles it a few times and points at the entrance as his entrance music slowly winds down. Amped up, CJ yanks off his black shirt and tosses it into the fans..

The lights slowly fade to a dark crimson red.

Long: HERE WE GOOOOOO! THE MONSTER HAS RETURNED!!

The fans begin to boo loudly now, almost as loud as they had cheered for CJ moments earlier. “Right now” by Korn begins to play.

Walt: "And now… the Asylum Champion of the World… Hailing from San Francisco, California.. TITAAAAAANNNN!!"

TITAN steps through the entrance, his face dripping in sweat. The World Championship hangs loosely from his waist as he looks out at the ring before him. Wasting no time, TITAN begins to stomp down to the ring, the fans tossing garbage in his direction!

Gibson: "There he is, the World Champion himself. He is set to face Brett Cross in a few weeks at Prestige. Will he be able to take on the eager Chuck Johnson tonight and still have anything left in the tank for Cross? As far as I can tell… wait.. What’s this?!!"

TITAN reaches ringside only for Chuck Johnson to slide out of the ring and meet him head on!! The fans cheer as CJ lays into him with heavy forearms to the chest! Stepping back a minute, CJ grabs an arm and Irish Whips TITAN into the nearby turnbuckle! The World Championship falls from his waist as he hits it hard and slumps to the concrete below! Like a man possessed, CJ then walks across the ringside area and picks up a metal chair, folding it nicely and returning to the fallen World Champion!

CJ wait’s a moment for TITAN to rise to his feet, laughing and taunting him all the while. Finally, TITAN is back up, only to turn around and slap the chair out of CJ’s hands!! CJ responds by kicking him in the gut and nailing a DDT after to the applause of the fans! CJ then picks up the championship belt and rolls into the ring! He slings it over his shoulder and climbs a turnbuckle… playing to the fans as they respond with “HAIL THE ALE!!”

Long: "PUT THAT DOWN! YOU’RE NOT THE CHAMPION!"

Gibson: (Laughing) "TITAN is welcome to try and take it from him.."

Shaking off the cobwebs, TITAN rises to his feet and sees CJ on the turnbuckle post. Gritting his teeth in a rage, he slides into the ring just as CJ hops down and meets him at center ring! The bell begins to ring, signaling the start of the match as both men exchange blows furiously! CJ begins to win the war of the punches, causing TITAN to step back a bit. Getting the crowd involved, CJ raises a fist and holds it there, but that turns out to be a fatal mistake. TITAN suddenly springs to life, spearing CJ into the mat.. HARD! CJ does his best to fend off the monster but it is no use as TITAN leans in with all of his massive body weight. Uppercuts are driven into the jaw of CJ as TITAN fights to gain a dominant posture. Finally, TITAN catches CJ hard below the eye, instantly blowing up the eye socket and causing severe bruising!

Gibson: "If TITAN can hold this position, this match is easily over. CJ needs to get free.. And fast."

The crowd begins to chant “C.J! C.J!” as TITAN strikes the redneck a few more times in the ribs, following it up with a hard knee to the same area. Throwing all the rules out the window, CJ strives to break free before it is too late, by driving his 2 fingers into TITAN’s eye!! TITAN screams in horror, as CJ slides out from under him! He then straddles TITAN and begins to pummel the World Champion in the same manner! With the crowd screaming in approval, CJ rolls away and holds his eye a second, regaining himself. TITAN stumbles to his knees and then to his feet, only to be caught by the waiting CJ! CJ grimaces as he flings the World Champion to the side in a half hearted T-Bone suplex!

TITAN lands hard upon his back as CJ rolls back up to his feet! Running to the nearby ropes, CJ leans upon them for support as he catches his breath. He then turns ot continue the offense.. Only to be clotheslined HARD by TITAN! CJ does a flip in the air and lands face first upon the mat!

Long: "YEEEEEES!!!"

Pissed now, TITAN returns and grabs the head of CJ, bringing him up to his feet. He then scoops up the redneck and slams him on his shoulder with authority. TITAN then walks across the ring with CJ in tow, only to drive CJ into the mat with a shoulder press slam! The World Champion has the edge now as he brings CJ up to his feet with him. Scooping him up yet again, TITAN slams CJ into the mad with arms spread out with a vicious choke slam! He then hooks CJ’s leg for the pin..

1..
2...
Kick out!

TITAN sits up, wiping the sweat from his brow. He picks up CJ and slides his head under TITAN’s arm. Quickly, he snaps backward, nailing the snap suplex! TITAN does not let go and brings them to the same position! Another suplex.. And another… leaves CJ back on the mat while TITAN hooks the leg one more time..

1...
2.…
Thr.. Kick Out!

Gibson: Wow, CJ is showing some tenacity here tonight. TITAN has really laid into him but even with all of the damage, Johnson is still in the game. Can the Angry Redneck overcome the odds or will the World Champion show why he is truly the best in the World?

TITAN takes a deep breath now as he brings CJ and himself back to his feet. He grabs CJ’s arm and tries for the Irish Whip only for CJ to plant his foot.. Slide behind him.. And lock in the standing sleeper hold!! The fans cheer loudly now and get into the mat.. But TITAN denies them once again! He easily overpowers CJ, breaking the sleeper hold! TITAN then swings a wild clothesline only for CJ to duck under the arm and somehow lift TITAN into the air.. Landing a huge backbreaker!!! Both men lay upon the mat now as the crowd screams in approval!

Gibson: "He's going to do it! He's going to do it!"

CJ slowly pulls himself up to his feet, stumbling around as TITAN gets to his feet. CJ lunges a foot forward, but TITAN grasps it, throwing it down to the mat before jolting forward and slamming his arm into CJ's chest with a violent Clothesline, sending him down to the mat. TITAN squats down, grabbing CJ and pulling him violently onto his shoulders before standing up, looking for the Mass Effect! CJ quickly starts delivering furious elbows backwards into the side of TITANs head, eventually breaking free and struggling violently, sliding over TITANs shoulder and behind his back. CJ grabs the shoulders of TITAN, spinning him around, kicking him in the gut and nailing him with the Hangover! TITAN stumbles up to his feet, flailing wildly as CJ kicks him again, wrenching his neck and driving him down into his shoulder with a second Hangover which sends the giant sprawling to the canvas! CJ quickly crawls over him..

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

DING DING DING

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

CJ gets to his feet, raising his arms and pumping them wildly in victory as the crowd cheer at the top of their lungs! TITAN is sprawled out on the canvas as CJ pumps his arms victoriously.

Long: "Goddamn. Just...goddamn."

Gibson: "These fans are going to blow the roof off here!"

CJ turns to the ramp as the crowd begin to cheer even louder, as Brett Cross runs down the ramp furiously! Sliding under the bottom rope, Cross dives on TITAN, beginning to rain down furious blows into his face! TITAN can barely defend himself as the giant rains down the blows, but CJ quickly moves over, grabbing the arms of Cross and trying to pull him away. Cross gets to his feet, turning to CJ and asking him what the hell he's doing. CJ responds by telling Cross to calm the fuck down and to settle things in the ring at Prestige. TITAN, however, gets up to one knee, wrapping his arms around the waist of Cross and getting to his feet. Cross twists around and TITAN delivers a swift headbutt as CJ jolts to the side. Cross stumbles backwards as TITAN slams a hand around his throat, lifting Cross barely off of the mat and slamming him down with a Chokeslam which causes the ring to shake violently!

TITAN turns to CJ, who eyes the behemoth cautiously. Before TITAN can move, a squad of security personnel quickly run down to the ring, sliding in and forming a barrier between TITAN and Cross! TITAN, however, pushes them away, grabbing Cross's beard and pulling him up to his feet. Cross quickly delivers a knee into the gut of TITAN, placing both hands around his throat and somehow lifting the giant into the air before hastily slamming him down with a Two-Handed Chokeslam! Cross quickly grabs TITAN, but security once again move forward, trying to pry Cross off of TITAN! Cross pushes himself backwards, the entire weight of his body forcing the security forces backwards and allowing him to grab TITAN and pull him to his feet, forcing him backwards into the upper-left corner.

CJ is now on the outside, watching carefully and allowing the security to attempt to their job as Cross delivers a swift, heavy forearm into the face of TITAN. TITANs head snaps to the side, but TITAN responds by headbutting Cross once again, wrapping his gigantic arms around his sides and hoisting him up, squeezing like a vice! Cross claps his arms around TITAN's head, but TITAN shakes it off as five security members move to either side of TITAN, grabbing his arms and attempting to pull him away, but TITAN refuses to let go, instead slamming Cross down with a ruthless Spinebuster! CJ quickly rolls into the ring, forcing himself between TITAN and Cross and delivers a heavy blow into TITAN's head, sending him stumbling backwards into the turnbuckle and allowing six members of security to drag Cross from the ring and to the outside, forcably marching the groggy Cross up the ramp as CJ rolls out of the ring, following them as the camera cuts to commercial.

[The Sky King]

The camera feed shifts now to a new location. With the sounds of the arena faintly heard in the background, we see Xplode walking through the backstage hallway. He is dressed in a sharp suit and holds a smile. As he approaches an employee, he stops to speak.

Xplode: "Where is Rivera?"

Employee: "I believe in his office? Aren’t you afraid to be walking alone around here?"

Xplode: "AFRAID?! Of what? (Laughing) I have and always will run this place. Be it from the ring to the stock market. No one can touch me."

Employee: "I wasn’t arguing with you, sir. By the way, where is that woman you usually run with?"

Xplode laughs again as he adjusts his jacket.

Xplode: "That bitch became a liability. So I cut my losses. Thanks for nothing, chump.."

Leaving the shocked employee standing, Xplode makes his way down the hallway yet again. As he makes a left into an empty corridor.. The lights suddenly flicker. Xplode stops in his tracks and looks over his shoulder slowly. There is a shadow in the distance of a rather large man..


Xplode: "Is that what you are resorting to now, Big Dog? With that historic career of yours, it has all come down to cheap parlor tricks? Embarrassing.."

Xplode ignores the shadow and continues to walk once again.. Until the lights flicker once more and then completely shut off. After a few brief moments, the lights suddenly.. Come on once again. Xplode is shown standing there, not bothered a bit. He looks down at his feet slowly, and notices something. Staring at the object, Xplode bends over to pick it up. Behind him, the shadow is still shown in the distance..

Standing up again, Xplode seems to hold a framed picture in his hand. The image is of Xplode in his youth, he is being hugged by his older brother, Toby Hunter. Shaking his head, Xplode continues to stare and say nothing.. For a moment.

Xplode: "Yeah.. I got your message. It means nothing to me. My brother died a long time ago."

Xplode then breaks the glass frame in the palm of his hands and lets it drop to the floor after, causing it to further shatter. He then looks up.


Xplode: "You destroyed my life, Toby. It’s my turn to do the same to you."

Stepping forward once again, Xplode continues on… until the wall shatters beside him!!! Xplode is sent to the ground with a barrage of wall particles as Oblivion is suddenly upon him!! Having busted through the wall, Oblivion’s momentum carries him unto his brother as the two of them collide on the hallway floor below!! An Employee hears the noise as rushes to see what the issue is, only to find himself eye to eye with Oblivion himself as he rises up off of Xplode! Backing up with a hand held out, the employee begins to speak as he tries to leave the area..

Employee: "Um, yeah. I was just.. Aw shit…"

As the employee flees in terror, Oblivion turns to face Xplode once again. Xplode struggles a minute, and then stops moving from under Oblivion’s forearm!

Oblivion: "You should have heeded my warning. What you have done is unforgivable. You had no right to take the fight to Skye like you did last week…"

Xplode (Coughing): "Fuck.. That bitch. It’s about.. Me.. And you."

Oblivion: "You’re wrong. For too long I have let you pass due to being my brother. I was able to take the attacks upon myself. Sacrifices must be made after all. You crossed the line though.. Jaden. There is no turning back now. I never destroyed your life. You were always just too stupid to realize what you had. As for my life, you can do nothing to it. I was damned long ago. This will be our final meeting.. Until Prestige. Prepare well, for I will put the nail in your coffin on that day. The legacy of Xplode shall come to an end as your countdown begins… now."

Xplode: "Fuck.. You. Not this time… You will see."

The lights flicker once more and then Xplode finds himself alone on the floor. A group of employees suddenly rush into the hallway and spot Xplode pulling himself out of the rubble! As Xplode dusts himself off, they rush to his side and try to help. There is a huge hole in the hallway wall nearby..

Employee 1: "Are you alright, X?!!"

Xplode: "Quit fussing over me. I am fine. I expected this."

Employee 2: "Do you want us to get security?"

Xplode: "It won’t do no good. He is gone. Prestige can not come soon enough.."

[The Sky King]

The camera cuts to the backstage Locker Room where Brandon Young is sitting on a metal folding chair, already clad in his wrestling attire and rubbing his wrists together, tapping his feet rapidly as a showcase to the amount of adrenaline rolling through his body. The fans give a rumbling cheer which ripples throughout the arena, causing Young to raise his head and give a small smirk.

Long:: “There he is: The challenger for the Hardkore Title. Brandon Young, who has been impressive as of late.”

Gibson:: “Indeed he has. Several impressive victories, a go-getter attitude and a moveset which amazes the fans and the locker room alike, this kid could very well be the future of this company, and that ascent to the top begins right now.”

Long:: “Don’t count out Bane, though. Bane has worked hard to get where he is now, and he simply won’t be going down without a fight.”

Gibson:: “Of course not. He’s the champion for that very reason, and I fully expect that he will take the battle to Young in this no holds barred match-up. But we cannot rule out Young—“

Long:: “Never said we couldn’t.”

Young gets off of the folding chair, stretching his arms and legs slightly, cricking his neck from side to side as he watches the locker room door with great interest, rubbing his wrists and jogging slightly on the spot. Sure enough, a knock echoes off of the door, causing the fans to let loose a loud cheer.

Young:: “Let’s go and kick some ass, then.”

Young claps his hands together, the fans cheering him as he makes his way through the locker room door, the feed cutting to a quick commercial.

[The Sky King]

Singles Match
EUW-Asylum Hardkore Championship
Bane (c) vs Brandon Young

The scene returns to the arena, where the opening chords of The Bloodhound Gang's "I Hope You Die" begin to play over the sound system as the tron displays various images of chaotic and violent scenes. Just before the lyrics start, Young runs out onto the stage, bouncing in tune to the song from one side of the stage to another, absolutely fired up for tonights Championship match before throwing his arms up in the middle of the stage, sparks raining down from above as he makes his way down the ramp quickly.

Walt: "The following match is a Hardkore Rules match, and it is for the EUW-Asylum Hardkore Championship!! Introducing first! From San Dimas, California, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds...BRANDON! YOOUUUUNNNGGGGG!!"

Young slides under the bottom rope, running towards the upper-right turnbuckle and throwing his arms up, urging the crowd to cheer louder. The fans roar loudly as Young nods in approval, hopping off the turnbuckle, taking off his shirt and throwing it into the crowd. "I Hope You Die" is replaced by "Feel Like I Do" by Drowning Pool. Illidan Bane, Hardkore Title around his waist, walks out onto the stage, looking left and right at the crowd who roar loudly once more, giving a small nod before walking down the ramp, patting the centre plate of his title.

Walt: "Introducing the Hardkore Champion, from Florida, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds..ILLIDAN!! BAAAAANNNEEEE!!!"

Bane walks down the ramp, nodding at the cheering fans before climbing onto the apron and over the top rope into the ring, turning around to the lower-left turnbuckle and climbing onto the second rope, raising his arms and clapping his hands in gratitude to the fans before taking off his title and raising it high above his head. Bane climbs off of the turnbuckle, turning around and handing the title over to the referee as "Feel Like I Do" fades out. The referee stands in the middle of the ring, holding the title up high to show the prize being fought for tonight. The referee walks over to the edge of the ring, handing the belt to the timekeeper who takes it before ringing the bell.

DING DING DING!

Bane quickly rushes out of his corner, hurtling towards Young and sandwiching him into the corner with a vicious Clothesline. Young recoils against the turnbuckle, and Bane quickly raises his boot, placing it into the chest of Young and pinning him there for a few seconds before pulling back slightly and kicking Young in the abdomen. Young slides down the turnbuckle into a sitting position, allowing Bane to deliver several heavy stomps down into the chest and lower-face of Young. Bane eventually pulls back, leaning down and grabbing Young by his hair, pulling him up to his feet and lifting him up to sit on the top rope, climbing up onto the second rope.

Young grabs the head of Bane, quickly bringing down a quick few fists into the skull of Bane. Bane shakes it off, delivering a quick elbow to Young who responds by bringing down his elbow into the top of Bane’s skull. Bane recoils backwards and down on the mat, allowing Young to slowly climb up onto his feet, twisting around before leaping off, flipping in mid-air and bringing his right leg down into the top of Bane’s skull! Both men crash down into canvas, and Young quickly crawls over pin, hooking his leg.

1…..2….KICK OUT!

Bane manages to force a shoulder up, breaking the pinfall. Young climbs to his feet, grabbing Bane’s head and pulling him up to his feet, Irish whipping him against the ropes. When Bane rebounds backwards towards Young, Young leaps up and catches him with a fluid dropkick, sending Bane crashing down to the mat. The athletic Young manages to somehow tuck his feet beneath him, landing directly on them as the fans give a small cheer, causing Young to smirk and bow before front-flipping, landing on Bane with a senton splash.

Young rolls forward, under the bottom rope and out of the ring before turning around and throwing the apron up, leaning under and pulling out a steel chair before sliding it into the ring. Bane rolls onto his stomach, getting up onto his hands and knees as Young reaches under the apron again, pulling out a trashcan lid. Young climbs onto the apron, clutching the trashcan lid over his chest with his right arm and using his left to grab the top rope. As soon as Bane gets onto his feet, Young leaps up and onto the top rope, flying off and hitting Bane with a Cross Body made even more damaging by the trashcan lid between their chests. Both men hit the ground with a crash as Young rolls across the canvas, weathering his chest slightly but getting to his feet.

Gibson: “Goddamn, did you see that? Talk about innovation and agility!”

Long: “Why do you ask that? Of course I saw that, you idiot! It’s hard not to with them being right in front of us!”

Young gives Bane a small kick into the side of his chest before pushing him forward with his feet, forcing him under the bottom rope and to the outside. Young slides under the bottom rope to the outside, joining Bane and grabbing his head before forcing him forward to the upper-right corner of the ringside area, slamming his head down onto the steel ring steps with an echoing clatter. Young grabs Bane’s head with both hands, wrenching his head back and bringing it down even harder onto the steel steps. Young grabs Bane’s head for a third time, bringing it down towards the steps, but Bane quickly places his hands on the top of the steps, stopping Young from doing so. Young pushes down roughly on the back of Bane’s head, attempting to wrench it down, but Bane simply flings his head back, weakening Young’s hold, before swinging his right elbow back, catching Young in his abdomen and causing him to reel backwards. Bane squats down, grabbing Young under his chest and legs and lifts him up into a Military Press position before dropping him down, forcing his chest and head to slam roughly into the steps!

Young falls to the ground from the heavy impact, allowing Bane to shake off some of the cobwebs and fatigue gained from the early goings-on in the match. Bane leans down, grabbing Young by the hem of his tights and the scruff of his neck, taking a few steps back before jogging forward, violently throwing Young into the side of the steps with a rough crash. Bane grabs the top set of the steel stairs, throwing it off of the bottom set and grabs Young again, lifting him into the air before planting him down with a Spinebuster onto the top of the steel steps. Young yells out in agony, but Bane quickly pulls him to his feet and rolls him into the ring, sliding in after him. Young rolls onto his back and turns slightly, lashing a foot out and catching Bane square in the mouth, causing him to reel backwards and out of the ring.

With Bane momentarily distracted, Young gets to his feet, twisting around and hobbling forward a few feet before clutching his lower back, stopping and trying to stave off the pain from the high-impact Spinebuster into the steel steps. This gives Bane enough time to slide into the ring, grabbing the steel chair Young had slid in earlier as he does, and walk behind Young. Bane, somewhat hesitantly, looks down at Young, but raises the chair up high and brings it down mercilessly into Young’s mid-back with a violent smack, causing Young to fall to his knees with an agonised yell. Bane pulls the chair back sideways out before swinging it roughly, catching Young for a second time in his back and sending him down face-first onto the canvas. Bane throws the chair over the top rope and to the outside with a clatter, rolling Young onto his back and hooking his leg.

1…..2….KICK OUT!

Young somehow manages to force a shoulder up, causing Bane to break the hold and look over at the referee. The referee holds up two fingers, but Bane simply nods before getting to his feet, pulling Young up as well. Bane drags him over to the set of ropes closest to the announce tables, but Young quickly swings a few fists forward, catching Bane in his gut and causing him to stop momentarily, giving Young enough time to quickly fall onto both knees, punching Bane in the abdomen roughly. Bane is winded by the strike, and it gives Young enough time to get up onto his feet, leaping up and hitting Bane with a dropkick that hits him squarely in the jaw, sending him rolling between the middle and top rope and to the outside with a crash!

Gibson: “Young just planted Bane there! Great athleticism!”

Long: “Yeah, great, except now he’s just strained his back doing that, and he’s going to have to rest it instead of going in for the kill.”

Gibson: “But that move gives him the time to rest. Bane is out here on the outside, and it gives Young time to recover!”

Long: “…Oh, shit, he is out here with us.”

Long shuffles away from Gibson somewhat, forcing his seat backwards from the announce table as Bane crawls over to it, grasping its top and pulling himself up to his feet. Young is laying on his back, eyes open and still conscious as he tries to stop the pain flowing through his body. Eventually, Young sits up, his left leg twitching slightly, but he seems to have recovered enough to make another move. Twisting around, Young jogs towards the opposite set of ropes, rebounding off of them and breaking out into a sprint, diving over the top rope and onto Bane with a Suicide Dive, sending both men down to the ground!

Long: “Dammit! See?! SEE?! I’m getting the hell out of here!”

Gibson: “Sit down, you big baby!”

Young grasps the announce table, pulling himself up and delivering a few swift stomps down into the chest of the fallen Bane before leaning down, grabbing his neck and pulling him to his feet, twisting him around and slamming his head down into the announce table, causing Gibson and Long to push their chairs away. Young slams down Bane’s head again with a vicious echo before pushing him away, grabbing the top of the table that guards the monitors and pulls it away, throwing it on top of Bane with a rough clatter before grabbing the monitors and pulling them out, throwing them down to the floor.

Young turns around, pulling the cover off of Bane, but Bane lunges up, tackling Young and sending him forward into the table. Young yells out in agony as his back slams into the edge of the table before Bane lifts him up into a suplex, turning around with his back parallel to the announce table.

Long: “Hey! HEY! This is some expensive equipment here! Don’t you—DON’T YOU FUCKING DA—“

Bane falls backwards, suplexing Young directly onto the table with a vicious crash. Young convulses in agony as his back hits the table top, but the table simply doesn’t break. Long and Gibson get to their feet, moving away as Bane turns around, looking at Young who is splayed across the table. Bane grabs Young, rolling him onto his stomach and pulling him slightly over the edge of the table before squatting down and wrapping an arm around his neck, lifting him up into a suplex. Young struggles violently, managing to pull himself back down feet-first onto the announce table. Young grabs Bane’s head, leaping up and driving his skull violently into the table with a Fameasser.

Bane remains doubled over the table, clutching his skull as Young shifts onto his knees, grabbing the head of Bane and pulling him forward and onto the table, rolling him onto his back. Young climbs off the table, jogging towards the ring and sliding in before climbing up onto the upper-left turnbuckle, looking down at Bane who is sprawled out on the announcers table.

Gibson: “Hey, Long? We might want to move.”

Young motions to the crowd, giving a small smirk before turning around and backflipping off the top rope, hitting Bane with a giant moonsault that causes the table to cave in and collapse as the weight of both men bear down upon it! Long and Gibson are left standing several feet away as both men remained sprawled out on the carnage, not moving an inch. The referee rolls out of the ring quickly, checking to ensure both men can continue with the match-up.

Long: “I am so going to demand a better health plan--”

Gibson: “..What a move. Just…wow. What a move. We could very well be seeing our next Hardkore Champion in Brandon Young!”

Long: “—It’s the least they owe me, dammit!”

Young and Bane remain on the outside, with only Young seeming to stir. Bane is still sprawled beneath him, seemingly out of it. Clutching his gut, Young inches away from Bane and off of the carnage, rolling across the outside and next to the apron, favouring his abdomen. Bane’s head rolls from side to side, but he appears to be out of it as Young grabs the ring apron, attempting to pull himself up to a sitting position.

After a few moments, Young manages to pull himself up onto his rear, and finally to a vertical base, his legs shaking somewhat before he slides into the ring, pushing himself to his feet. Bane has since rolled onto his stomach and onto all fours, remaining downed from the earlier Moonsault as Young watches Bane, taking the opportunity to rest. Bane manages to push himself to his feet, but he stumbles backwards and against the ring apron, holding onto it to stop himself from falling over. Young walks over to the ropes as Bane turns around, grasping the middle rope and pulling himself into a kneeling position onto the apron. Young grabs the head of Bane, but Bane shoves him away, quickly climbing off of the apron and throwing it up instead, leaning into it and pulling out a table, getting up and sliding it into the ring.

Bane pulls out a metre-long steel pipe, rolling it into the ring before sliding in. Young quickly rushes over, delivering several blows down onto Bane, but Bane shoves him away. Young rushes forward, but Bane quickly kicks him in the gut before grabbing his head and driving him down into the folded table on the ground with a Spike DDT with a sickening crash! Bane rolls him off of the table, getting to his feet and grabbing the table, unfolding the legs from the body and setting it up near the upper-left turnbuckle, turning to Young and grabbing his head, lifting him up. Young quickly grabs the steel pipe, placing it between the legs of Bane and quickly shoving it upwards, hitting Bane in the groin. Young rolls away as Bane collapses to his knees, wincing in agony before Young clambers up to his feet, clutching the pipe like a bat and swinging it wildly, hitting Bane in his left arm with a heavy strike. Bane collapses onto his side and Young quickly raises the pipe above his head, bringing it down and hitting Bane with a heavy strike to his chest before throwing it over the top rope with a clatter.

Young looks over at the steel chair Bane used on him earlier, and drags Bane towards the center of the ring, placing the steel chair close to his head before pulling him up to his feet and twisting him around. Young runs forward towards the right-hand set of ropes and hops onto the top rope, backflipping off. As he backflips, he catches Bane’s head, quickly swinging through onto his back and driving Bane’s skull down right into the top of the chair with the Reality Check!

Gibson: “Reality Check! Bane’s in trouble here!”

Long: “Pin him, you idiot! He’s put him through a table, clobbered him with a pipe, drove his head into a chair…He’s not getting up!”

Young rolls through the impact as Bane flops onto his back, splayed out on the canvas. Young quickly crawls over, laying over Bane and hooking his leg.

1…..2…..3-KICK OUT!

Just as the referee’s hand comes down, Bane forces his shoulder up and kicks out. Young slowly looks up at the referee, shaking his head and cursing loudly before getting to his feet, dragging Bane up with him. Bane pushes him away, charging at him, but Young drops down, grabbing Bane’s leg with his own and hitting a Drop Toe Hold, causing Bane to slam face-first onto the erected table. Young looks at Bane’s back and gives a small grin, sprinting forward and leapfrogging over Bane’s back and the table, using the momentum to hop onto the top rope and leap off towards the now-standing Bane, twisting in mid-air and hitting Bane with a huge kick! Young barely misses the table as he kicks Bane, sending both men to the canvas. With the adrenaline rushing through him, Young grabs Bane’s head, pulling him up once again and rolling him onto the table, pointing to the top rope as the fans roar in approval!

Young edges around the table, climbing onto the second rope then onto the top rope, motioning to the crowd and clapping his hands! Young takes too long to posture, however, as Bane rolls off of the table, grabbing Young by his waist and twisting around, moving between Young and the turnbuckle and prying him from the top rope in a Powerbomb! Young struggles, but can’t stop the giant Bane from powerbombing Young through the table with a sickening crunch!

Gibson: “OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!”

Long: “ALMOST Hardkore Champion.”

Bane falls onto Young, hooking his leg desperately.

1…..2…..3-KICK OUT!

Long: “WHAT?!”

Young lunges up with all his strength, breaking the pinfall as the fans roar loudly. Bane looks up at the referee with his head in his hands, slapping the mat in frustration before rolling out of the ring, throwing the apron up and pulling out a second steel chair, sliding it into the ring and sliding in after it. Bane unfolds it, setting it up in the middle of the ring before grabbing the second chair used earlier in the match, unfolding it and placing it next to the other steel chair, the seats parallel to eachother.

Bane walks over to Young, grabbing his head and pulling him up before lifting him onto his shoulders, walking over to the steel chairs and standing in front of them, adjusting himself slightly and carefully looking down at the seats, hoping to win the match with the Scales of Justice! Young struggles violently, struggling so hard that he manages to slide over Bane’s back, twisting around. Bane turns around and Young quickly leaps up, hitting a dropkick that sends Bane backwards before tripping over the steel chairs. Young grabs one of the chairs, folding it and placing it over Bane’s chest, dragging him towards the lower-left turnbuckle. Young stomps on Bane’s chest, stepping over him and climbing onto the second rope before pulling himself up to the top rope. Without a thought of stabilising himself, Young leaps off, corkscrewing in mid-air before driving his feet down into the steel chair over Bane’s chest with the Disasterpiece! Young quickly pushes the chair away and covers Bane!

1…..2…..3!!!

DING DING DING!

Walt: “Here is your winner…AND NEW HARDKORE CHAMPION! BRANDON! YOOUUUUUUNNNGGGGGG!!!”

Young remains laid over Bane as the referee grabs the Hardkore Title, walking over to Young and grabbing his right arm. Young pushes himself onto his knees, grabbing the title from the referee and raising it into the air as the referee raises his arm into the air as the fans cheer wildly. Young pushes himself to his feet, grabbing the title and raising it higher into the air.

Gibson: “New Hardkore Champion! New Hardkore Champion! Brandon Young is our new Hardkore Champion!”

Long: “Seriously?! Goddamn! I thought Bane had that insect crushed!”

Young climbs the turnbuckle, raising the title high above his head as Bane slowly sits up, shaking his head and rubbing his chest in pain. Young hops down from the turnbuckle, looking over at Bane. Young slowly walks over, extending a hand down to Bane who looks up at him, taking his hand. Young pulls Bane to his feet, shaking his hand as the fans get to their feet, applauding the spectacle they had just witnessed, as well as applauding the hard-fought effort from Illidan Bane.

Bane takes Young’s right arm, raising his arm in respect as Young holds the title up high. Bane lets go of Young’s arm, and both men shake hands again. Bane points to the title, then at his waist to show he will still hunt for the title, and Young shrugs, holding the title high. However, the celebrations are interrupted as Viper, flanked by Peter and Shamus, charges down to the ring!

Gibson: “Oh, come on! Both men have just fought hard! What the hell is he doing?!”

Viper, Peter and Shamus slide into the ring, but Young quickly jolts forward, slamming the title into the face of Shamus! Peter and Viper tackle Bane down, delivering several blows into his face! Young quickly turns to Peter, grabbing him and pulling him off of Viper, but Peter punches Young in the temple, sending him stumbling backwards. Peter turns to Bane, but doesn't notice Natalie Burrows now sprinting down to the ring! Peter twists around and barely notices her until she hops onto the apron, springboarding onto the top rope and leaping off with a Leg Lariat, catching Peter and slamming him down into the ground!

Viper quickly gets to his feet, grabbing Bane's and pulling him to his feet, twisting around and leaping up, looking for the Venom Injection, but as soon as Viper twists in mid air, Bane grabs his body, pulling him down onto his shoulder and turning him back-first onto his shoulder before slamming him violently into the mat with the Scales of Justice! Burrows gets to her feet, grabbing Shamus and dragging him into the middle of the ring, kicking his abdomen. Peter groggily stumbles to his feet and turns to Bane, pulling a steel chain out from his pocket and wraps it around Bane’s neck, attempting to strangle Bane! Young quickly moves forward, locking his arms around Peter’s neck as Bane grabs the chain, pulling it away from his throat and grasping the middle of the chain tightly, letting out a primal scream before snapping the chain in half!

Long: “Holy shit! This guy really does have some strength!”

Gibson: "Look at Burrows! Looks like Shamus is about to see some Closure!"

Burrows runs off the ropes and towards the doubled-over Shamus, leaping up and catching him with a Scissors Kick, the Closure! Shamus is planted violently into the mat as Young pulls Peter backwards and Bane turns around. Young shoves Peter forward and Bane lifts a foot, kicking Peter right in the forehead and sending him down to the mat. Young grabs Peter, pulling him to his feet and throws him over the top rope and to the outside as Burrows grabs Shamus and also throws him over the top rope! Viper and the Seven Sins quickly reel backwards up the ramp in shock, watching as Bane points to Viper, swiping a hand across his throat as the fans cheer wildly!

Gibson: “In a fortnight, the card is going to be absolutely intense! Bane vs Roy Viper in a Tables match!”

Long: “And he’s just lost the title. You can bet that he’s going to be pissed!”

Gibson: “This has been Sunday Night Vengeance..Goodnight everybody! And congratulations to our new Hardkore Champion!”

The scene cuts to black, the final shot being Brandon Young raising his Hardkore Championship high into the air, with Burrows raising his arm, as Bane stands in the ring, hands on hips, glaring at Viper who swipes a thumb across his throat in warning to Bane.

[The Sky King]

Instead of cutting to the end of the show commercials, the camera hastily cuts to the Parking Lot, focusing on the metal double doors that lead out of them and into the arena. A loud commotion of banging, yelling and cursing is heard on the other side. The doors suddenly seem to shudder and buckle, only to open up with a violent force as Brett Cross tackles TITAN through the doors!

Both brutes collapse to the concrete as Cross begins to pummel TITAN, raining several blows down upon his head as ten black-shirted security members rush out, grabbing the arms of Cross and pulling him back. Cross, however, simply pushes them away, launching himself at TITAN and raining down heavy blows into his head and face! TITAN holds his arms up, trying to defend against the onslaught, but Cross continues pummelling him as the security grab his arms for a second time, pulling him back. TITAN gets up to his feet, his upper lip discoloured and swollen as he grabs Cross by his hair, dragging him backwards and throwing him down stomach-first onto the concrete, squatting over him and pulling his head up before swinging his forearms up into his face! Mark Rivera rushes out from the double doors, watching the carnage.

Rivera:: “WHAT AM I PAYING YOU IDIOTS FOR?! STOP THEM!! STOP THEM!!”

The security members grab TITANs shoulders, but TITAN shrugs them off, getting away from Cross and turning around, shoving them and causing the huddle of security members to collapse backwards before turning his attention to Cross! TITAN grabs the hair of Cross, pulling him up to his feet and beginning to forcibly walk him across the length of the parking lot towards a towering jet-black trailer used to house the production team for the EUW-Asylum. TITAN breaks into a jog, still clutching Cross’s head, before slamming it into the side of the trailer with a violent crash! Cross falls backwards as Rivera and the security rush over.

Rivera:: “STOP! STOP, YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

The security members stand between Cross and TITAN, but this enrages the beast who simply charges at them, knocking them all down and onto Cross using only his body. TITAN shoves away a few security members, leaning down and grabbing Cross who lunges upwards, punching TITAN in the jaw and sending him backwards into the Production Team trailer. Cross rushes forward, slamming his fist into TITANs face and sandwiching his head between knuckle and metal! TITAN slides down the trailer as Cross begins to stomp violently into TITANs body, ignoring Rivera’s cries.

Rivera turns to the double doors, jogging over and reaching into his pocket, pulling out what appears to be a silver whistle, blowing into it and letting out a shrill whistle. Out of instinct, the superstars of the Asylum-EUW file out into the Parking Lot, watching as TITAN lunges up, headbutting Cross in the stomach and lunging up, shoving him backwards and doubling over, tackling him forwards and into the bonnet of a silver Ford Focus.

Rivera:: “Stop those idiots right now!”

The superstars of the EUW-Asylum look hesitantly at Rivera as TITAN pins Cross to the bonnet with his hands clasped firmly around his throat, but jog over to break up the violent brawl. Danny Tenfold, Bane and Brandon Young grab the shoulders of TITAN, forcing him backwards and away from Cross, but TITAN twists around, pushing them away! Cross gets up to a vertical base as TITAN turns around, locking his arm around his neck and lifting him in a Suplex before dropping him into the bonnet of the Ford, the sheer size of TITAN causing the car to buckle and leave a gigantic dent in the bonnet. Chuck Johnson runs forward, leaping up and onto Cross’s back, locking his arms around Cross’s neck! Cross begins to flail, but this allows Natalie Burrows, Brandon Young, Stephen Callaway and Doctor Rudkilde to get between TITAN and Cross as Chuck drags Cross backwards enough for him to begin collapsing. Chuck quickly sets his feet down on the floor, his arms still around Cross’s neck as he sets him down into a sitting position, keeping the sleeper hold loosely locked in. With Cross subdued and with TITAN knocked out but kept a wary eye on by Burrows, Young, Callaway and Rudkilde, Rivera jogs over.

Rivera:: “You idiots! Stop this! Stop this right now! I want a main event at Prestige, and I want it to be memorable! I don’t want it to be a fucking violent brawl that ends up being more characteristic of a backyard wrestling federation than of a top wrestling federation!”

Cross pulls himself free from Johnson’s grip, charging towards TITAN. Johnson leaps up again, locking his arms around the giants neck and forcing him backwards.

Rivera:: “You want to kill TITAN? Then you will do it in my ring and under my rules! I am not going to let you two fight in a garbage match…but I’m not going to let this be tame either. You want to kill eachother, then it’s fine by me! At Prestige, it will be Brett Cross taking on TITAN in a No Disqualification, anything goes match-up…with Chuck Johnson as the Special Guest Enforcer!!!”

The remnants of the crowd who chose to stay as the feed switched cheer loudly enough to be heard. Johnson looks shocked at first, but quickly nods, keeping the increasingly-agitated Cross held back. Suddenly, Callaway and Rudkilde are shoved aside as TITAN rushes Cross, tackling him to the ground! Johnson barely manages to sidestep away as TITAN forces Cross to the ground, straddling him and delivering several heavy blows down into his skull, grabbing his ears and repeatedly slamming his head down into the concrete! Cross quickly lunges up, headbutting TITAN before forcing himself up to a vertical base, yelling loudly and charging TITAN. Burrows and Young quickly sidestep as Cross charges TITAN directly onto the Ford and with such force that it sends both men onto the bonnet and crashing into the windshield! With TITAN almost through the windshield, Cross leans up, continuing to punch violently at TITANs head as the scene cuts to black, the last shot it picks up being Cross punching the back of TITAN’s bloodied head as Johnson crawls onto the bonnet, locking his arms around Cross’s neck for a third time and pulling him away from TITAN..