6th November Sunday Night Vengeance

[The Sky King]

The cameras in the arena, taping for Sunday Night Vengeance pan across the crowd who are on their feet, cheering wildly for the night that is about to unfold. Several signs reflect the status of the show, including "PRESTIGE IS UPON US", "CROSS FOR NEW WORLD CHAMPION" and "I CAME JUST TO SEE CHUCK JOHNSON". The camera continues panning across the pumped up the crowd, sliding across ringside and viewing the fans with the best seats in the house before cutting to the announce tables where Rock Gibson and Sidney Long are ready to call the matches.

Gibson:: "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to a cold November night, and welcome to the final stop on the road to Prestige! It has been long, hard and brutal, but the most important night in EUW-Asylum memory is almost upon us!"

Long:: "Damn right it is, Rock! AND I'M PUMPED FOR IT! IT'S HERE! IT'S FINALLY HERE!!"

Gibson:: "It certainly is, Long, and tonights main event sees Bane, who has certainly seemed to have placed himself into the Pure Championship picture, take on Roy Viper, who is just weeks away from that huge Triple Threat for the Pure Championship!"

Long:: “And Natalie Burrows and Brandon Young, two superstars who seem to be forging a close alliance, will take on The Seven Sins of Ireland!"

Gibson:: “These two certainly have eachothers backs, and tonight they get some sweet revenge against the Seven Sins for the events that occurred a fortnight ago! Not only that, but Chuck Johnson is battling Brett Cross!"

Long:: “Yes, David and Goliath, to use a cliche, but a cliche which rings true here! Chuck Johnson will be involved in the World Championship match at Prestige as the enforcer, and he seems to be sizing up both men in preperation for that day!"

Gibson: "And don't forget--Hang on."

Gibson presses his headset to his ears before looking up at the camera.

Gibson: "Can we cut to the crew in the back? Something is apparently going down!"

The camera quickly cuts to one of the backstage coridoors where Cross is busy slamming TITAN's head against the white-painted brick wall! Cross pulls TITAN's head, twisting him around and shoving him roughly into the wall before delivering a swift, hard kick into his abdomen, quickly grasping his throat.

Cross:: “Yeh time is up, TITAN. There can only be one king of this federation!"

TITAN:: "..Yeah....ME!"

TITAN slams his head forward, catching Cross with a vicious headbutt to the mouth. Cross grunts in pain, stumbling backwards as TITAN charges forward, hitting him with a stiff Clothesline that sends Cross to the floor with a crash.

TITAN quickly mounts Cross, raining down several heavy fists into the head and face of Cross, doing his best to simply hurt him. Cross frees his right arm, starting to go groggy under the relentless blows, grasping a nearby piece of iron piping used to help erect the stage before bringing it up and slamming it into TITAN's head. TITAN stumbles up to his feet, wobbling slightly before Cross raises it over his head, bringing it down with a rough crash into the top of TITAN's skull! TITAN stumbles once more, falling to one knee, and Cross brings the pipe down again, but TITAN catches it!

Rivera:: “STOP! GODDAMMIT, STOP!!!”

Rivera, flanked by no fewer than fourteen uniformed arena security personnel, rushes down the coridoor as TITAN pushes up to his feet, pulling the iron pipe from Cross's grip and letting out a violent yell, grasping each end of the pipe before bending it! TITAN throws down the warped pipe, running at Cross and tackling him into the wall, raining blows into his abdomen.

Before TITAN can do any more damage, however, the security personnel force themselves between both men, prying TITAN away from Cross and pushing him away. TITAN tries to shove them away, but all fourteen security personnel are now forming a human barrier between Cross and TITAN, slowly forcing TITAN to edge backwards as Rivera looks over their shoulders.

Rivera:: “GET HIM OUT OF HERE, RIGHT NOW!!”

The security personnel march forward, but TITAN simply spits roughly on the ground at their feet, turning around and stomping off into the distance as Cross wipes his bloodied mouth, removing the blood his split lip.

Rivera:: “Cross. Get to the locker room, and stay in there. I am sick of this show becoming a circus. It doesn't help you, and it sure as hell doesn't help me. Go, now.“

Cross looks at Rivera, giving a deep, rumbling laugh from the depths of his chest, calmly walking over to Rivera and giving a patronising ruffle of his hair.

Cross: "I'll give it to yeh, little lad..You have balls. Not brains, but you have balls. But, let me tell you something, lad.....If I see TITAN, I will kill him. I will pop his head like a pimple, and your little weaklings? They won't be able to stop me....at all."

Rivera watches, turning an angry shade of red as Cross calmly turns around, walking towards and past the camera, presumably heading to his Locker Room as Sam Sneed, Rivera's personal assistant, appears in the view of the camera, looking at Rivera.

Sneed: "Is everything alright?"

Rivera: "I'll be glad just to get this damn show over and done with.."

Sneed: "Three more weeks, and Prestige is upon us. After which, we can focus on bringing in more new talent, and making the fed grow bigger and brighter."

Rivera: "...Let's just get tonight done with, shall we? I'm just glad that he hasn't made his presence known.."

Rivera rubs his eyes, letting out a small sigh as the camera cuts to the ring in preperation for the opening match.

[The Sky King]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Doctor Rudkilde vs Caoran Lavery

The arena lights dim to a total blackout as “John the Revelator” begins to play, the first few seconds ringing out across a dark, silent arena. As the song grows louder and the main tune begins, all the arena lights turn on in a fierce, harsh white light, almost blinding those in attendance. As quickly as the turned on, the lights flicker once more and break to a series of icy blue strobe lights flashing across the crowd and runway as Caoran Lavery steps into view, both arms raised and an arrogant smirk on his face. He pauses at the top of the ramp for a moment and sets off towards the ring.

Walt: Weighing two-hundred-and-eighty pounds, from Parts Unknown… CAORAN LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVERY!

The fans are jeering and booing as Caoran passes them by on the ramp, ignoring them entirely as he rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, heading for the opposite corner and climbing it. Caoran folds his arms and smirks, staring into the crowd before throwing his arms back and letting his coat drop to the mat as bright white fireworks launch from the three other turnbuckles. Caoran then steps back onto the mat and stretches out his arms and neck, awaiting Rudkilde. "John the Revelator" fades out, replaced by "Electric Chapel" by Lady Gaga. Doctor Rudkilde walks out onto the stage bouncing to the beat. As soon as the main part of the song come in, Rudkilde smirks at the crowd through his mask. They cheer loudly 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, walking over to the upper-left corner of the ring and twisting around, taking off his vest as he watches Lavery intently. The referee motions to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Lavery immediately rushes out of his corner, thundering towards Rudkilde who takes a few steps forwards, ducking under and avoiding the incoming clothesline and running forward, turning around. Lavery twists around, turning once more to Rudkilde who motions for Lavery to bring it on. Lavery cracks his knuckles roughly, walking towards Rudkilde who moves forward, delivering a quick kick down into Lavery’s right knee. Lavery twitches slightly, and Rudkilde delivers a second, heavier kick, forcing Lavery to stumble more, before Rudkilde executes a third kick, putting enough force behind it to send Lavery down onto one knee. RUdkilde moves forward, locking an arm around Lavery’s neck before spiking him down roughly into the mat with a Spike DDT before rolling him onto his back, getting to his feet, leaping up and hitting a quick elbow drop down into Lavery’s chest.

With Lavery relatively subdued, Rudkilde pulls Lavery to his feet, pushing him away slightly before leaping up and hitting Lavery roughly in the face with a Dropsault. Lavery stumbles backwards from the force of the hit, leaning against the set of ropes near him as Rudkilde rushes forward, leaping up and hitting a second consecutive Dropsault. The force doesn’t send Lavery up and over the top rope, instead the force catches him roughly in the jaw and sends him sliding down the ramps and to the mat. Rudkilde drags Lavery away from the ropes, delivering a quick knee drop down into his face before grabbing his right arm and pulling him to his feet, running forward and rebounding off the ropes behind Lavery, sprinting towards him and leaping up, driving Lavery face-first down into the mat with a Running Bulldog!

As soon as Rudkilde drives Lavery into the mat, he quickly grasps his right arm, locking his legs around it before locking his hands over Lavery’s face, locking in a Crossface! Rudkilde pulls back ruthlessly on the hold, grinding the backs of his hands directly into the face of Lavery, but Lavery doesn’t yell or scream, instead choosing to grasp Rudkilde’s hands and begin the attempt to pry them away. Rudkilde pulls back even harder on the hold, forcing more pressure against the bridge of Lavery’s nose. Lavery, however, remains stoic to the submission hold, instead slamming his palms down into the mat and pushing up slightly, forcing Rudkilde off of the mat slightly. Rudkilde pulls back more on the hold, but Lavery uses the position he is in to roll onto his back, slamming Rudkilde into the mat and breaking the hold before scrambling up to his feet, taking a few steps back. Rudkilde is quick to get to his feet and turns around, only to walk into a thunderous Big Boot from Lavery which plants Rudkilde violently into the mat!

Rudkilde sits up slightly, but Lavery slams a foot down into Rudkilde’s face once more, sending him down into the mat before standing over him and grabbing his throat, pulling him roughly to his feet before locking his arms around his waist, lifting him slightly and slamming him violently into the mat with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex which shakes the ring. Lavery hooks the leg quickly..

1……2…..KICK OUT!

Rudkilde forces his shoulder up, forcing Lavery to get to his feet and effectively break the pinfall attempt, grabbing his head and pulling Rudkilde up with him as he ascends back onto his feet.

Gibson: “Lavery is quite impressive. He is one big, mean son of a bitch, and Rudkilde is going to have a fight on his hands.”

Long: “Rudkilde took it to him earlier, but right now? I think Lavery is in a good position to pulp the poor son of a bitch.”

Gibson: “Indeed. Lavery has over fifty pounds weight advantage on Rudkilde, so this could prove to be trouble for Rudkilde if Lavery hits some of his frankly terrifying power moves.”

Lavery moves behind Rudkilde, elbowing him roughly in the back of his head before grabbing his right arm and looping it under his body, hoisting Rudkilde up into a Pumphandle position. Rudkilde struggles slightly, but Lavery simply lifts him over his left shoulder before slamming him down roughly into the mat with thunderous impact. Lavery quickly slides over Rudkilde, hooking his leg.

1….2….KICK OUT!

Rudkilde thrusts a shoulder up, breaking the hold quickly. Lavery gets to his feet, grabbing Rudkilde by his head and pulling him up to his feet, twisting him around. Rudkilde kicks Lavery in the abdomen, but Lavery responds by headbutting Rudkilde roughly, sending him stumbling backwards. Lavery moves forward, but Rudkilde leaps up, hitting Lavery with a swift dropkick. Lavery recoils slightly, allowing Rudkilde to quickly get to his feet and leap up, hitting him with a quick Dropsault. Lavery stumbles backwards against the set of ropes behind him, rebounding off of them and stumbling forward.

Rudkilde sprints forward, but Lavery leans down, grasping Rudkilde around his waist and lifting him up. Rudkilde quickly grasps Lavery’s shoulders, wrenching himself quickly free from his grip and sliding over his shoulder, landing behind him. Rudkilde grasps the arms of Lavery, pulling them into the air and placing his right leg over Lavery’s left, sweeping him forward and slamming him face-first into the mat with a Front Russian Leg Sweep! Lavery lands with a crash and Rudkilde rolls Lavery onto his back, delivering a swift set of stomps down into the bridge of Lavery’s nose.

Rudkilde takes a few steps back, and Lavery begins to sit up, only for Rudkilde to swing his foot forward, kicking Lavery roughly in the face and sending him backwards into the mat! Rudkilde moves over Lavery, grabbing him by his head and pulling him up to his feet, moving behind him and grasping his head, forcing him over to the nearby set of ropes. Pulling his head down onto the top rope, Rudkilde begins grinding the eyes of Lavery against the top rope before shoving him backwards. Lavery recoils, clutching his eyes, and is unable to see Rudkilde sprint forward, sprinting off of the set of ropes behind Lavery and leaping up, hitting Lavery with a Running Bulldog! Lavery hits the mat with a swift crash, and Rudkilde rolls him onto his back, hooking his leg.

1…..2….KICK OUT!

Lavery manages to thrust his shoulder up, breaking the pinfall. Rudkilde moves over him, slamming an elbow down into the bridge of his nose before slamming a forearm down into his face. Rudkilde quickly gets to his feet, leaping up and slamming his left knee down into Lavery’s face. Rudkilde gets to his feet once more, taking a few steps back and clutching his right wrist, symbolising that he is ready to lock in the Facelift. Lavery slowly sits up, shaking off the blows Rudkilde rained onto him, and gets to his feet, stumbling and turning around. Rudkilde darts forward, but Lavery quickly grabs his hand, lifting him off of the mat before throwing him down roughly into the mat.

Rudkilde hits the mat with a rough crash, scrambling up to his feet and turning around. Lavery moves forward, grabbing the sides of Rudkilde’s head and headbutting him roughly. Rudkilde stumbles back, and Lavery lifts a foot, kicking Rudkilde roughly in the abdomen, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Lavery grasps Rudkilde’s arms, looping them around the top rope before turning around, running forward and rebounding off of the opposite set of ropes before hurtling forward, lifting his foot and hitting Rudkilde with the Lobotomiser (Running Big Boot), sending him violently over the top rope and to the outside, crashing up the ramp!

Long: “Damn! Rudkilde just got knocked the fuck out!”

Gibson: “Rudkilde had the match controlled, but once again Lavery has gained the upper hand. Rudkilde really needs to put Lavery away!”

Lavery climbs through the ropes and out onto the apron, hopping down and walking over to Rudkilde, grabbing him and pulling him up to his feet. Grabbing his right arm, Lavery irish whips Rudkilde behind him, sending him crashing into the ring apron before running forward and slamming his shoulder into Rudkilde’s abdomen, slamming him roughly into the ring apron. Rudkilde cries out in agony, but is interrupted by Lavery leaning down and wrapping his arms around Rudkilde’s waist, lifting him up and charging forward towards the lower-right turnbuckle post, slamming his spine directly into the metal! Rudkilde yells out in pain before Lavery tightens his grip even more, turning around and moving towards the lower-right area of the ringside, charging forward.

Rudkilde struggles violently in Lavery’s grip, quickly slamming his forearms into either side of Lavery’s skull. The headache-inducing punch manages to force Lavery to grind to a halt somewhat, and allows Rudkilde to pull himself free from Lavery’s grip, twisting around and landing over Lavery’s shoulder, directly behind him. Rudkilde runs forward, kicking Lavery in the back of his right leg. Lavery stumbles forward slightly, allowing Rudkilde to run forward and leap up, grabbing Lavery’s head and hitting him with a Running Bulldog, slamming his face down into the crash mats on the outside!

Gibson: “…And once again, Rudkilde is in control! This match is going back and forth!”

Rudkilde grabs Lavery, hauling him up to his feet before shoving him into the apron, leaning down and lifting his legs, laying him on the apron and rolling him under the bottom rope. Rudkilde slides in under the bottom rope, moving around the front of Rudkilde and pulling him up onto his knees, locking his right arm around his neck and spiking him into the mat with a Spike DDT! Lavery hits the mat with a crash and Rudkilde turns around, walking over to the lower-left turnbuckle and climbing up onto the top rope, turning around and facing the ring, cracking his knuckles and waiting.

Lavery struggles slightly, rolling onto his stomach and slowly getting onto one knee before pushing himself to his feet. Rudkilde dives off the top rope with a Cross Body, but Lavery catches him, twisting around and slamming Rudkilde violently into the mat with a Spinebuster with a thunderous crash! Lavery gets to his feet, stretching his right arm out to his side. Rudkilde stumbles up to his feet, twisting around and walking into Lavery's clutches. Lavery hauls him up high before slamming him down over his knee with The Revelation! Rudkilde hits the mat in a crumpled heap, and Lavery simply places his foot over his chest..

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

"John the Revelator" by Depeche Mode rings out as Lavery looks down at Rudkilde.

Walt: "Here is your winner...CAORAN! LAVERRRYYYYY!!!!"

Lavery shoves his foot off of Rudkilde's chest before leaning down, slamming his right hand over his throat again, lifting him with ease off of the mat before slamming him down into his knee with a second Revelator! Rudkilde hits the mat, his left leg twitching violently. Lavery simply leans down, grabbing Rudkilde's mask and using it to pull him to his feet, twisting him around and locking his right arm over his neck, wrenching back as hard as he can on Rudkilde's head and neck with The Vice Grip! (Standing Dragon Sleeper)

Rudkilde's arms flop lifelessly to his side, but Lavery simply wrenches harder on the hold, the referee pulling at his right arm as the bell rings repeatedly, signalling that the match is over. Lavery refuses to relinquish the hold until he gives one final, violent wrench back before letting go, letting Rudkilde's body flop lifelessly to the mat before raising his arms up high, the crowd remaining relatively silent in awe and shock at the display of merciless power displayed.

Long: "Love it! That's the type of attitude we need!"

Gibson: "Rudkilde has just been dismantled. You have to wonder if he'll get back in the ring again, or if Lavery has simply annihilated him."

Long: "Keep your eyes on this guy, folks: Caoran Lavery!"

Lavery looks down at Rudkilde, giving a nonchalant shrug at the destruction he caused before climbing out of the ring as the feed cuts to commercial.

[The Sky King]

The camera cuts back to the Locker Room, where Bane is busy stretching his arms in preparation for his match later tonight. Bane grabs a steel chair and unfolds it, laying his legs face-down over it before starting to do push-ups. The door to the Locker Room opens as Danny Tenfold sidles in, looking over at Bane with his Lionheart Championship slung over his shoulder.

Tenfold: “Hey, Bane, how are you doing?”

Bane looks up at him, busy doing his push-ups, and simply grunts, nodding at him.

Tenfold: “I just came in to give you some advice for tonight’s match. A Table match is brutal, and you’ll be facing a guy who’ll do anything to win.”

Bane simply grunts again, stopping in mid push-up, his muscles tensed.

Tenfold: “You can’t let Viper get the upper hand on you, nor can you let the thought of the Seven Sins interfering sway you from the task at hand. Much like I’ll be doing at Prestige, you have to keep your eyes on the prize: Beating the living hell out of Viper and shooting up the ranks.”

Bane grunts monotonously, pulling his legs off of the chair and beneath him, getting onto his knees before pushing himself to his feet, leaning under the chair and grabbing some orange Gatorade, taking a quick drink.

Tenfold: “This is it, man: The one match that could elevate you in the eyes of absolutely everyone here. The match that could send you straight to the top: Don’t bother going for anything fancy, don’t bother trying to mess around, just get it done with as soon as possible. The moment you can, put him through a table. Simple as that. Don’t try and put on a show.”

Bane nods, swallowing the drink and replacing the cap before looking at Tenfold.

Bane: “…Do you love the sound of your own voice or something?”

Tenfold looks taken aback by the remark, and by the fans giving a small cheer.

Tenfold: “I was just giving you some advice. No harm meant, Bane. I know that one match can make or break you—“

Bane: “Then here’s some advice for you: Lose the Lionheart Championship at Prestige, or I will cut right through you to get it. You want to give me advice? I know what I have to do. I have to go out there and dismantle Viper, break him apart and then slam what remains of his carcass through a table. I didn’t need, want, or ask for your advice.”

Tenfold: “Bane, I was just trying to help.”

Bane: “Well then, help me by getting the hell out of this locker room and letting me prepare in peace.”

Bane points to the door as Tenfold simply looks at him.

Tenfold: “Just remember, Bane, whether you like me or not: One match can make or break you.”

Bane: “Then you better pray that one match doesn’t involve you, because I will dismantle you, or anyone else for that matter, to get to the top. Get out, now.”

Tenfold pats the centre plate of his Lionheart Championship, turning around and sliding it out of the door before slamming it shut roughly behind him. Bane scowls slightly, but begins to stretch his legs as the camera cuts to ringside.

[The Sky King]

Tag Team Match
Standard Rules
Natalie Burrows and Brandon Young vs The Seven Sins of Ireland

As “Irelands Call” blares from the sound system, the entirety of the Seven Sins of Ireland, led by none other than Roy Viper, walk through the curtain and out onto the stage. The group freezes on the stage before Shamus walks forward, leading the group down the ramp as the crowd jeer.

Walt: “Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome..THE SEVEN SINS OF IRELAAAAAAANNNDDDD!!!”

The Seven Sins suddenly stop at ringside before Peter and Shamus walk forward, sliding in under the bottom rope as the crowd jeers loudly. The rest of the Seven Sins turn, heading up the ramp and through the curtain as Peter and Shamus walk over to the upper-left corner. Shamus climbs out onto the apron as Peter turns to the ring, cricking his neck. “Irelands Call” is replaced by “I Hope You Die” by the Bloodhound Gang. Young bounces out energetically onto the stage. Brandon bounces seemingly in tune with the song from one side of the stage to the other, getting the crowd pumped up before stopping in the middle of the stage, throwing his hands high in the air with his left hand as a shower sparks rain down on him from above. He looks out the crowd, and then runs down the ramp into the ring.

Walt:: “From San Dimas, California..weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds…BRANDON! YOUUUUNGGGG!!!

Young slides in under the bottom rope, twisting around to the lower-left turnbuckle opposite Peter’s and Shamus’s and hops onto the middle rope, soaking up the crowds adoration and motioning for them to make even more noise before pulling off his shirt, throwing it into the crowd and hopping down. “I Hope You Die” is replaced by “Innocence” by Halestorm. The fans cheer as the overhead lights dim and the area right in front of the curtain becomes bathed in blinding light thanks to a couple of overhead spotlights while coral-colored lights illuminate the rest of the arena. Stepping out into the brilliant white light, Natalie Burrows walks to the edge of that blinding spot until she is visible and raises her fists above her head, triggering several white and coral pyros to shoot in front of her in criss-crossing sparks. As the last spark fires off, Burrows walks out from the light, making her way down the ramp as she slaps a few hands.

Walt:: “From Durham, North Carolina, weighing in at one hundred and seventy three pounds…NATALIE!! BURROOOOOOWWWWWSSSSSS!!”

Speeding up at the bottom of the ramp, she slides into the ring on her stomach before getting to her feet, turning to the lower-left corner and hopping onto the second rope, once again raising her fists in the air to evoke more cheers. She lingers there for a few moments before hopping down, turning to Young and giving a small smile. Young places a hand on her shoulder, pulling her close and kissing her cheek before whispering a few words into her ear. Burrows nods as “Innocence” fades from the speakers and the referee motions to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Gibson: "So, Peter and Shamus will be the ones representing the Seven Sins here. Maybe the surprise will shock Young and Burrows enough for the Seven Sins to have an advantage."

Long: "Surprise? Seriously? It doesn't matter. I'm sure Young and Burrows will run riot on them!"

Peter confidently swaggers across the ring towards Burrows, mockingly slicking his hair back and twitching his eyebrows. Burrows walks over to him, stopping mere feet away from him as Young watches carefully. Peter laughs loudly, prodding Burrows in the shoulder and pushing her slightly. Burrows simply stands still, telling Peter to repeat the action. Peter prods Burrows in the shoulder again, but Burrows responds with an explosive kick, slamming her foot into the side of Peter’s head and sending him crumbling to the mat as Young whoops loudly!

Peter scuttles backwards, rubbing the side of his temple as he tags in Shamus, who climbs into the ring and quickly locks in a forearm tieup with the smaller Burrows. Burrows stands her ground, but Peter lunges forward, locking his right arm around her neck before hoisting her up with a suplex. Burrows quickly slams her knee down, catching Peter in the top of the head as Young paces on the apron, watching as Natalie slides over Peter’s back, landing on her feet behind him. Natalie quickly kicks Peter in the back of his right leg, causing him to fall to one knee and giving her enough time to twist around, climb onto the apron and grasp the top rope. As soon as Peter gets back to a vertical base, Burrows hops onto the top rope nimbly, leaping off and catching Peter in the back with the Denial! (Springboard Wheel Kick)

Peter hits the mat in a crumpled heap, allowing Burrows to get to her feet and walk over to her corner, holding out her hand. Young grabs it, kissing her palm quickly and the referee signals for the tag.

Long: “What the fuck was that?”

Gibson: “It’s called affection.”

Long: “You mean the thing you’ll never see?”

Young measures Peter, who climbs up onto one knee, lunging forward and shoving Young backwards into his corner, trying to gain some breathing space. Peter slowly gets to his feet, only for Young to leap up and hit him with a swift dropkick which sends Peter stumbling backwards. Young gets to his feet, but Peter rushes forward, slamming his foot into the face of Young with a huge Big Boot! Young slams violently into the mat as Burrows begins to climb into the ring, only for the referee to stop her and for the two to exchange heated words. Young sits up, clutching his jaw as Peter walks over to him, grasping his hair and wrenching him to his feet. Peter wraps his right arm around the head of Young, hauling him up in a suplex before swiftly slamming him down into the mat!

Shamus reaches out, desperately motioning for Peter to tag him in. Peter gets to his feet, walking over to Shamus and tagging him in. Shamus swiftly climbs into the ring, running towards Young and front-flipping, hoping for a Senton Splash, but Young rolls to the left, successfully avoiding the manuevre and sending Shamus crashing to the mat. Young quickly rolls onto his feet, watching as Shamus quickly kips up, charging Young and aiming a clothesline towards him. Young jolts forward, ducking under the clothesline and twisting around. Shamus continues running forward, rebounding off of the opposite set of ropes and hurtling towards Young. Young runs forward again, ducking under a second attempted clothesline and rebounds off the ropes as Shamus does, both men sprinting towards eachother. Young quickly leaps up, hitting Shamus with a vicious dropkick that causes his head to snap back and sending him crumbling to the mat!

Young quickly rolls across the mat, using the momentum to quickly get back to his feet before turning to Shamus and grabbing his hair, pulling him up to his feet and twisting him around, facing him away from the nearest set of ropes. Young runs forward, nimbly springing onto the middle rope before backflipping off, catching Shamus on his descent and spiking his skull into the mat with the Reality Check! As soon as Shamus hits the mat, Young quickly hooks his leg.

1…..2…..

Peter runs in, grabbing Young’s legs and pulling him off of Shamus with ease. Burrows climbs into the ring, but the referee has already subdued Peter and forced him back onto the apron. Young gets to his feet, turning around and looking at Peter, mockingly rubbing his brow and flicking some of the sweat at Peter as the crowd cheer loudly. Peter, enraged, tries to climb in to tackle Young, but the referee subdues him once more as Young walks over to Shamus, pulling him up to his feet and dragging him over to his corner, tagging in Burrows. Burrows climbs in, taking a few steps away from Young and Shamus as Young irish-whips Shamus towards Burrows who lunges down, grasping Shamus, flipping him and slamming him spine-first onto her outstretched knee with The Grief Cycle (Tilt-a-whirl Backbreaker).

Young climbs out of the ring as Burrows grabs Shamus, wrenching him up to his feet as he begins to stumble around, the match clearly beginning to take its toll on him. She leaps up, leg outstretched, and hits him with the Turmoil (Leaping Leg Lariat), sending Shamus crashing to the mat. Burrows rolls backwards before lunging forward, hooking his leg. Peter climbs in, but so does Young as the referee counts the pin.

1…..2…..KICK OUT!

Young rushes forward, dropkicking Peter as he rushes forward to break up the pin, but Shamus somehow manages to will himself on enough to kick out anyway. Peter rolls out of the ring, clutching his jaw as Young quickly rushes over to the ropes and climbing out onto the apron, stretching out his hand. Burrows pulls Shamus to his feet, grasping his hair tightly and wrenching him over to her corner. Young pats Burrows lightly on the back, and the referee signals the tag.

Burrows twists around Shamus, forcing him to face the turnbuckle as Young climbs into the ring, twisting around and running up the rungs. As soon as he reaches the top rope, he corkscrews off and Burrows quickly moves away, allowing Young to hit a rough wheelbarrow kick to Shamus’s head, sending him crumbling to the mat as Burrows climbs back out onto the apron.

Gibson: “Burrows and Young here are working very well as a team. Very well indeed.”

Long: “Compare that to Peter and Shamus, who are acting more like the Two Stooges than the Seven Sins.”

Gibson: “Keep your eye on them. I wouldn’t count them out just yet.”

Young grabs Shamus, pulling him up to his feet. Shamus lunges forward, pushing Young away and managing a quick kick to the back of the right leg of Young. Young flinches slightly, and Shamus manages a second quick kick, sending Young stumbling backwards. Shamus twists around, rushing towards Peter and leaps forward, quickly tagging him in. Peter climbs into the ring, rushing Young who manages to rush forward and nail Peter with a clothesline to his chest. Peter stumbles back slightly towards his corner, and Young turns his back to him, grabbing his neck and leaping up, flipping over Peters back and tucking his knees under his back, slamming him down onto his knees and hitting the Stop, Drop and DIE!

Young quickly rolls out from under Peter, only for Shamus to hop onto the second rope, leaning over and slapping Young around the back of his head. Young turns around, getting into Shamus’s face. Burrows claps her hands, telling Young to get his head back into the game. Young turns around to face Peter, but Shamus slaps Young around his head again, causing Young to turn around and hit him with a huge right hand, sending Shamus down onto the apron and collapsing to the outside! Young clutches his right fist before pulling Peter up to his feet, kicking the back of his right leg. Peter stumbles back, and Young leaps up, hitting a quick dropkick. Peter stumbles back further, and Young climbs up the turnbuckle of Peter’s turnbuckle, backflipping off with a moonsault and taking Peter down to the mat!

Young quickly rolls backwards through the manuevre, twisting around and diving forward, tagging in Burrows quickly. Burrows climbs through the ropes, rushing forward and waiting for Peter to get to his feet. Peter climbs up onto his knees, getting to one knee as Burrows turns around, rushing towards the ropes and rebounding off of the ropes, running forward for a Shining Wizard. Burrows slams her foot onto the thigh of Peter but stops suddenly, jolting forward with her right leg before slamming it backwards into the back of Peter’s head, hitting the Epiphany! Peter collapses face-first into the mat as Burrows rolls across the mat, hopping up to her feet. Shamus climbs back onto the apron as Burrows rolls Peter onto his back, hooking his leg.

1…..2…..

Shamus climbs through the ropes, diving forward and front-flipping, hitting a Senton Splash and bringing all his weight down onto Burrows. Young swiftly climbs into the ring, running forward and hitting a Front Dropkick to Shamus, sending him stumbling backwards and collapsing through the ropes to the outside! Young twists around, quickly climbing out onto the apron as Burrows grabs Peter by his head, dragging him up to his feet before tagging in Young. Young whispers something into Burrows ear and she nods, taking a few steps away from Young. Young irish whips Peter towards Burrows who hoists him up before slamming him roughly into the mat with the Hitting Bottom! Burrows rolls out of the ring and onto the apron as Young turns to the turnbuckle of his corner, climbing up and onto the top rope before corkscrewing off and driving his entire weight down into the chest of Peter, hitting the Disasterpiece! Young quickly lunges forward, getting the cover.

1……2…..3!

DING DING DING!

Walt:: “Here are your winners…Natalie Burrows! And Brandon Young!!”

Burrows climbs into the ring, quickly hugging Young. Young hugs her back before pulling away, raising her arm high into the air as the fans cheer loudly! Shamus grasps the apron, pulling himself up before shaking his head in despair as Young wraps his arm around Burrows neck, pulling her close once more.

Gibson: “Great teamwork secures the win for Burrows and Young!”

Long: “Peter and Shamus just got schooled. I bet Viper’s going to be beating their asses later.”

However, Young and Burrows celebration is short lived as Morgan, Leo and John rush down the ramp, sliding in under the bottom rope. Morgan tackles Burrows down, but Young drags her off before being thrown into the corner by Leo and John! John pins Young into the turnbuckle as Leo begins choking him roughly! Burrows claws herself to her feet, grabbing Morgan and slamming her head down into her knee with a rough strike! Burrows shoves Morgan away, grabbing Leo around his neck and pulling him away! John lets go of Young, turning to Burrows and pulling her off of Leo, leaping up and hitting her with a dropkick!

The lights suddenly dim down, and John and Leo turn to the entrance ramp, helping Morgan up to her feet. The dimming forms enough of a distraction for Young to twist around, running up the turnbuckle rungs to the top rope and corkscrewing off, hitting a Wheelbarrow Kick to the side of John’s head! John hits the mat as the camera cuts to the crowd, noticing a few of them parting. A few bells ring out across the crowd as John, Leo and Morgan look around, “Hells Bells” by AC/DC beginning to play over the sound system.

Long: “Who the hell is that?”

The camera zooms in on a superstar jogging down the concrete steps in the crowd, towards the crowd barrier and vaulting over it, high-fiving fans along the way before jogging up the steps and climbing into the ring. Leo twists around, ignoring Young and charging at this new superstar who darts forward, catching Leo with a Super Kick which sends him crumbling to the mat! Burrows stumbles up to her feet, looking at Morgan who turns around, walking into Burrows who lifts her up before slamming her roughly into the mat with the Hitting Bottom! Young helps Burrows up to her feet as both of them turn to the new superstar in the ring.

Gibson: “…Is that..Justin King?”

Long: “Another new signing?”

Gibson: “Indeed. Another talent Mark Rivera brought in..but what is he doing helping Young and Burrows?”

Justin King nods at both Young and Burrows before rolling out of the ring, the camera panning on the fallen forms of Leo, John and Morgan as the camera cuts to commercial.

[The Sky King]

The camera quickly cuts to the Parking Lot where Caoran Lavery, carrying a training bag, is quickly walking across the tarmac, his heavy footsteps echoing as he does. His eyes remained permanently transfixed ahead as a cigarette smoulders between his lips, only for him to stop momentarily when he hears the distinctive sound of high-heels echoing around the Parking Lot's interior. Shaking his head, Caoran begins to walk ahead once more, with Sarah Thompson quickly jogging towards his side, clutching a microphone.

Thompson: "Mister Lavery! Mister Lavery! Can I have a few words??"

Lavery remains silent, instead continuing to walk ahead.

Thompson: "Lavery, what is your goal in this company? Will we see more victims like Rudkilde fall before you?"

Lavery grunts quietly, his feet starting to quicken as he edges between a row of parked cars. Thompson follows quickly.

Thompson: "Lavery? Can we please have a word? Please?"

Lavery stops suddenly, reaching between his lips and pulling out the cigarette, blowing out a thick plume of smoke before dropping the cigarette and slamming the sole of his boot onto it, grinding it into the tarmac before turning his head to look at Sarah Thompson.

Lavery: "No."

Thompson simply starts there, flushing in embarassment as Lavery walks further off, the camera quickly cutting to the ring.

[The Sky King]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Brett Cross vs Chuck Johnson

Gibson: "Now for our next match up, we see two hugely popular competitors square in a for sure, match of the year candidate. The number one contender for the World Championship, Brett Cross… squares off against Chuck Johnson. Johnson, coming off a HUGE win against the World Champion, may be making a serious case that he is a title contender for sure."

Long: "Johnson is trash, plain and simple. He doesn’t deserve to share the ring with either Cross or TITAN. He was lucky against TITAN and that is the just of it. Cross, on the other hand, won’t make the same mistakes."

Gibson: "Let’s get to the ring and see for ourselves!"

The feed switches to ringside where we see John Walt with mic in hand.

Walt: "And now for our next match, scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first… Chuck JOHNSON!!!"

The crowd literally explodes in screams as “Hold My Beer” by Trace Adkins begins to play! With the sound literally deafening, the feed pans around the arena as fans lose it! Stepping through the dark curtain now is Chuck Johnson! He does not stop at all, choosing instead to walk on down the ramp way and hear right for ringside. Walking up the metal steps, he enters through the ropes and walks into the ring, stopping only to look at the camera feed. Climbing a nearby turnbuckle, he raises his fists over his head as the crowd chants “HAIL THE ALE!!”

Gibson: "Listen to these fans! They love this redneck! He really has come on strong since his return to the EUW!"

Johnson hops back down to the ring and begins to pace the mat after, his face poised for seriousness.

Walt: "And his opponent.. BRETT CROSS!!"

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

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

Long: "Look at that Viking! He is domination incarnate! We may be seeing the next World Champ- WHAT’S THIS?!!"

Not waiting for the bell, Chuck Johnson explodes out of his corner as the fans rally behind him! Unleash a hail of left and right elbows to the chest of Cross, CJ backs him up into a corner before stepping back and swinging a large haymaker! Cross stumbles out of the corner, somehow still on his feet! CJ then leans against the ropes and uses them for momentum, nailing a huge power clothesline that takes the Viking right off his feet!

Gibson: "Look at this!!"

The crowd are screaming loudly still as CJ stomps Cross with a flurry of hard kicks and knees! Not letting up, CJ grabs a handful of hair and brings Cross to his feet, as the bell is rung to begin the match. Pointing across the ring, CJ runs with Cross’s hair still in his grasp, jumping into the air and performing a picture perfect bulldog! CJ then sits up and rolls Cross over for the pin..

1..
Cross kicks out easily!

Rolling over Cross slowly gets to his feet as CJ lays into him! Grabbing Cross around the neck, CJ brings him in for the DDT, only to be shoved away! Cross swings a large clothesline, but CJ ducks underneath it! He then kicks Cross in the gut and attempts the “Hangover”!!! Cross counters through by shoving him away and nailing the big boot!! CJ goes down hard, sitting up after and holding his jaw.

Gibson: "Wow, Cross escaped a sure fire end there. Can he turn this around?"

Cross: "You bet he can! Cross is a man on a mission! CJ, well, is trash.."

Cross grabs CJ, lifting to his feet easily. With one arm, he scoops up CJ and spins around with a hard body slam! The crowd lets out a collective sigh as Cross stands up and drops a hard elbow unto the shoulder of Johnson! Cross does not stop though, as he performs the elbow drop two more times until he is fully satisfied with the results. Grabbing CJ by the bald head, Cross brings the now groggy redneck to his feet. He then grabs CJ by the throat and lifts him into the air, bringing him down into the mat with a stiff choke slam! CJ bounces on the mat hard as Cross places a boot on his chest for the pin..

1..
2.…
CJ kicks out!

Gibson: "That was very confident pin on the part of Cross. It looks like he is focused elsewhere. Do you think TITAN is becoming a distraction for the Viking?"

Long: "Quite possibly. He knows better than to take it easy on Johnson. Come on, Cross! DESTROY HIM!!"

Cross grabs CJ and brings him to his feet once more. Johnson is then picked up into a bear hug where Cross applies the pain intensely. CJ’s arms immediately go limp, as Cross leans in hard upon him. The ref walks over and raises CJ’s arm but it falls limply back down again..

1...

The ref looks out at the fans now and raises the arm once again. The arm is about to drop when suddenly is stops in mid air! The fans begin to scream in approval but Cross silences them! He picks up CJ before momentum is started, slamming him into the mat with a spine buster! Cross then leans forward and tries to choke CJ, causing CJ’s face to become flushed and red! The fans begin to cry for mercy when the ref approaches and grabs Cross’s arm! Once Cross lets go, he looks at the ref… only for CJ to regroup and drive his fist into Cross’s eye socket!! Cross rolls away holding his eye but shakes it off quickly! He turns to face CJ but receives a boot to the face! Then another from CJ… and another!! Cross rolls away finally.

Stumbling to his feet, CJ leans against the ropes and nods his head at the fans! He looks at Cross who is rising as well, seemingly shrugging off all the damage he has received. Shaking his head in frustration, CJ rushes Cross but is grabbed by the throat, halting all progress! CJ kicks Cross in the gut, but it has no impact! CJ does it again, this time breaking free of Cross’s grasp! He scoops up Cross in a display of strength and spins him around, nailing a piledriver!! The fans shout “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Gibson: "Wow.. CJ just piledrived Cross?!! He is unreal!!"

CJ rolls Cross onto his stomach, grasping his right leg and locking it in position before leaning forward and wrenching his neck, locking in the Redneck Justice! (STF) Cross struggles violently, but CJ wrenches the hold back! Cross slithers across on his stomach, trying to reach the ropes, but CJ pulls down harder on the hold, tightening it roughly!

Cross stretches out his right arm, trying desperately to reach the bottom rope. CJ keeps the hold tightened, pulling back harder on Cross's neck..Cross's hand eventually slaps the mat, signalling him tapping out!

DING DING DING!

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

CJ breaks the hold, rolling off of Cross and getting up onto one knee, looking down at Cross and laughing loudly as "Hold My Beer" by Trace Adkins begins to play over the sound system, the fans cheering wildly. CJ looks down at Cross, slapping the mat once, twice and thrice, signalling him counting a pinfall, something he will be doing at Prestige in three weeks!

Gibson: "Damn impressive. Damn impressive."

Long: "So he got lucky..big deal!"

CJ laughs loudly, rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp, raising his arms as the fans cheer wildly. Cross slowly sits up, rubbing the back of his head in pain as he comes to, watching CJ turn to the ring once more and falling onto one knee, slapping the ramp three times again. Cross glares at CJ, spitting an angry glob of blood onto the floor as the camera cuts to commercial.

[The Sky King]

The scene cuts from commerical to the backstage, focusing on Brett Cross who is currently storming through the backstage coridoors, ripping violently at his hair as he breaths ferally. Cross grabs a nearby Crew member, pulling him close.

Cross: “HAVE YEH SEEN THAT LITTLE BASTARD JOHNSON, LAD?!?!?”

Crew Member: “L-Last I saw him, h-he was heading t-to the p-parking lot!”

Cross growls violently, shoving the crew member away before jogging straight ahead, his feet thundering on the floor as he barrels into the twin metal fire escape doors, shoving them open and surfacing in the parking lot, looking around its cavernous depths.

Cross: “CHUCK?!?!? CHUCK JOHNSON?!?!? WHERE ARE YEH, YEH SON OF A BITCH?!?!”

TITAN: "You want a fight? I'll give you one, you little fuck!!"

From out of nowhere, TITAN rushes forward from behind, tackling him straight down onto the tarmac before raining several blows down on the back of his head! Both men tussle violently for a second before Cross swings his head back, catching TITAN directly in the nose. TITAN grunts violently in agony, stumbling off of Cross and allowing Cross to get to his feet. Cross twists around, leaning down and scooping up TITAN before walking him over to one of the dumpsters near the door, slamming him down roughly on the lid. TITAN rolls off of the lid and onto his hands and knees before Cross grabs him once more, pulling him to his feet.

Cross aims a heavy haymaker at TITAN, but TITAN ducks and Cross misses. TITAN lunges up, catching Cross with a quick jab to his left jaw. Cross reels backwards, twisting around as TITAN reaches inside his leather jacket, pulling out a lead pipe and hitting Cross in the back of the head with a thunderous swing! Cross collapses forward onto the tarmac!

TITAN: “TIIIIIIIIIIIIIMBEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!”

TITAN looks down at the fallen Cross, laughing cruelly as he places a foot on his back, raising his right hand in the air as the crowd fills with jeers. TITAN looks down at Cross, spitting on the ground near him. However, TITANs celebration is short-lived when, from nowhere, a six pack of beer comes flying towards him, slamming violently into the side of his head. The sheer weight of it causes TITAN to collapse to the left and onto the floor, a welt bulging in the side of his temple as the six-pack hits the floor with a clatter. The crowd suddenly burst into cheers when Chuck Johnson sprints onto screen, grabbing TITAN and beginning to rain down lefts and rights into his temple. TITAN raises his arms, attempting to guard against the sudden blows, but CJ simply grasps the lead pipe TITAN had held which was rolling across the floor before bringing it up and slamming it down into his face! TITAN shudders violently, left dazed from the shot as CJ gets to his feet, looking down at TITAN and giving a small smirk.

CJ: “Just a few more weeks, fat man. Just a few more weeks.”

CJ leans down, grabbing the World Championship from around TITANs waist and looks down at it before throwing it onto TITANs fallen body as the scene cuts to the ringside.

[The Sky King]

Main Event
Tables Match
Roy Viper vs Bane

Long: “Okay, it’s main event time! Give us the rundown, Rock.”

Gibson: “For tonight’s main event, we’ve got Bane squaring off against Roy Viper in a Tables match. At last week’s show, Viper scored a victory against Natalie Burrows while Bane lost the Hardkore title in a well-fought match against Brandon Young. Bane could recoup well by scoring a victory over Roy Viper.

Long: “And what better way to do so then to drive your opponent through the table!”

John Walt: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following tables match-up is going to be your main event for the evening! The stipulation of the match, as its title suggests, involves the mandatory usage of tables to achieve victory. The first competitor to place his opponent through the table with intention will be victorious.”

“Divide” by Disturbed begins playing over the sound system as Roy Viper makes his way onto the stage, greeted by jeers. Viper is alone due to the other Seven Sins recuperating from the strain of heavy involvement in tonights proceedings. Viper calmly walks down the ramp, waving off the jeers from the crowd.

Walt: “Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds and standing six foot one. Hailing from Dublin, Ireland, he is Roy “The Cobra” Viper!”

Viper slides in under the bottom rope, walking towards the middle of the ring and raising his arms, taking in the crowds negative emotion. Viper looks outside at the various tables which have been laid against the crowd barrier, giving a small smirk as well as noting the four tables which have been placed against each corner of the turnbuckle before "Feel Like I Do" by Drowning Pool hits the sound system. Illidan Bane makes his way out to the ramp way, accompanied by cheers. He gives a small nod, walking down the ramp towards the ring.

Walt: “From Florida, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds…ILLIDAN!! BAAAAAAAAANE!!!

Bane walks around the ringside, sliding into the ring and staring at Viper, walking over to the upper-right corner of the ring as the fans cheer. The referee motions to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Both men stare at each other. Viper suddenly turns around and heads to one of the corners. He picks up the wooden table and unfolds it, placing it in a manner where its underside faces the turnbuckle. Viper walks around the ring doing the same for the other three tables. He then returns to his original position, facing Bane, and instructs his opponent to choose one of the tables.

Gibson: “I don’t get it.”

Long: “Viper’s taunting Bane by having him pick one of the tables, presumably so Viper can put Bane through it for the victory here.”

Bane smirks, understanding Viper’s intention and at the same being irritated by his cockiness. He goes to point to one of the corners with one hand but then suddenly clocks Viper in the chin with the other. Bane then grabs Viper by his throat and pushes him towards one of the corners. Bane pins Viper on the table while choking him and then places his feet on the table, putting Viper back-first on the table. Roy retaliates by poking Bane in the eyes. Viper then gets up and, while on the table, leaps off looking to pull off a swinging neckbreaker. Bane pushes Viper off. Roy lands on his feet. Both men charge at each other, going for clotheslines. Viper ducks. Both run across opposite sides of the ring. Bane rebounds off the ropes, Viper goes to do the same but instead holds himself on the ropes. He then quickly grabs the nearest table and throws it towards the charging Bane.

Bane moves out of the way but the distraction gives Viper more than enough time to charge and nail Bane with a running Yakuza kick. Viper knees Bane in the head when he’s down before grabbing the unfolded table, folding it and driving it down onto Bane’s head when he’s getting back up. Bane now lies face-first on the mat as Viper drives the table once again onto Bane, hitting him in his upper back. Viper then places the folded table into the corner, its original position, and proceeds to another corner, dragging the unfolded table into the middle of the ring. Viper then goes to pick up Bane but Bane wraps his arms around Viper’s waist and hoists him up before quickly slamming him onto the table with a spinebuster!

Gibson: “Hold on a second here!”

Long: “Nope. Close, but no cigar.”

The table does not break but it worryingly shakes, indicating the amount of pressure placed on it has probably weakened it. Bane punches Viper in the face and goes to pull off another spinebuster. Viper, however, reverses it into a DDT, slamming Bane’s head into the mat next to the table. The impact causes the table to fall on one of its sides. Viper gets back up slowly and takes notice of the table which Bane might have put him through had the spinebuster been pulled off with more strength.

Viper pulls Bane up to his feet, slamming his head off of the raised side of the table, causing it to collapse to the mat fully. Viper pulls Bane away, driving him down into the mat with a swift Spike DDT. Bane crumbles lifelessly to the mat, and Viper turns around, looking at one of the other three tables set against the corners. Viper turns around, pulling Bane up to his feet once more and dragging him towards the lower-left corner, grasping his head tightly. Before Viper can slam Bane’s head into the table, Bane lunges a leg out, pressing it against the middle rope and stopping Viper from slamming his head against the table. Bane swings an elbow back, catching Viper in the abdomen before taking a few steps back, grabbing Viper’s head and slamming it against the table with a giant crash! The force was so hard that the table appears to have indented somewhat, yet hasn’t broken. Bane grabs Viper’s head again, ready for the kill, but Viper wraps his arm around Bane’s head, leaping into the air before spinning in mid air to face the mat, driving Bane into the mat with the Venom Injection!!

Gibson: “Oh goddamn, Viper just hit his finisher!”

Long: “DON’T JUST LAY THERE! PUT HIM THROUGH A TABLE!!”

Viper pulls himself to his feet, looking down at the fallen Bane and smirking before grabbing the table his head was slammed into and pulling it out of the corner, sliding it under the bottom rope and out to the ringside area. Viper slides out with it, turning it upside down, pulling out its legs and standing it up, patting the top of it. Viper leans into the ring, grabbing Bane’s left arm and leg and pulling him out of the ring, slamming his head off of the tables top. Bane stumbles groggily, but Viper simply rolls him onto the table, quickly rolling under the bottom rope and into the ring.

Viper looks over at Bane, quickly climbing to the top rope and turning so his back faces Bane. The crowd raise from their seats, watching as Viper carefully measures himself and steadies himself before backflipping off, sailing through the air. Bane quickly rolls off the table, and Viper, as he descends, quickly tucks his legs underneath him. Viper lands on his feet directly next to the table, but the force causes his face to slam off the table, sending him stumbling backwards and against the crowd barrier, leaning against it and shaking his head to relieve some of the cobwebs instilled by the rough landing.

Bane grasps the table, clawing himself up to his feet and getting to a vertical base, stumbling over to Viper and kicking the table aside, grasping his head and dragging him towards the ring apron, forcibly rolling him into the ring before sliding in after him, grabbing Viper’s head and pulling him to his feet before irish-whipping him. Viper is sent forwards, rebounding off the ropes and towards Bane who leans down, lifting him up before planting him powerfully into the mat with a rough Spinebuster. Viper hits the mat with a crash, and Bane gets up to his feet, walking over to the lower-left corner of the ring and pulling out one of the tables, throwing it onto its face so that the underside of the table is facing upwards. Bane grabs Viper, linking his left arm around his waist and hoisting him into the air before slamming him onto the exposed metal legs with a Sidewalk Slam. Viper arches his back in pain as Bane kicks him away from the table.

Bane begins pulling out the legs from the table, but Viper quickly sits up, causing Bane to walk over and grab him by his hair, pulling him up to his feet before draping him over his left shoulder, looking to hit the Scales of Justice! Viper struggles violently, managing to land on his feet behind Bane’s back and twists around, grasping his waist before throwing him behind him with a German Suplex! Keeping ahold of Bane’s waist, Viper forces him around before dragging him up to his feet, hitting a second consecutive German Suplex! Bane seems to be out of it as Viper twists him around again, pulling him up to his feet and hitting a third consecutive German Suplex, releasing the hold as he does.

Viper now slides out of the ring, throwing the ring apron and leaning under it, pulling out a kendo stick and hoping to weaken Bane before he moves in for the kill. Viper slides in, spinning the kendo stick in his hands as Bane remains relatively motionless. Viper walks over to Bane calmly, slamming the kendo stick down into his face! Bane twitches in agony, clutching his face and sitting up, allowing Viper to swing the stick into the side of his head with a loud smack! Bane collapses to the mat, and Viper drops the stick, grabbing Bane and pulling him up to his feet, looking up at the tables legs which remain precariously stuck in the air. Viper drags Bane, placing him in the middle of the table, standing between the two sets of legs. Viper hops up onto the lower left turnbuckle, looking behind at him at Bane who appears to be dazed before leaping off with a Moonsault! Bane quickly catches Viper, who pounds desperately at Banes abdomen, only for him to turn around and slam Viper back-first down onto the legs of the table! Viper twitches violently, clutching his back in agony as the legs of the table are left warped from the impact!

Long: “Goddamn! Bane damn near snapped Viper’s spine!”

Gibson: “He wants to fight for it. Imagine if he wins this match: He’d be seen as moving up into the Pure Championship division! He simply cannot let this opportunity slip!”

Bane kicks the table out of the ring and towards the ringside, rolling out of the ring and heading over to the table Viper had tried to moonsault him through. He quickly sets its legs down, sliding it into the ring and sliding in after it, quickly pulling out its legs and setting it up under the lower left turnbuckle. Bane grabs Viper, but Viper grabs him and twists him around, shoving him into the turnbuckle. Viper headbutts Bane roughly, leaning under him and grasping his legs, lifting him and sitting him on the top rope, climbing onto the second rope.

Viper punches Bane repeatedly in his abdomen, both men shaking as Viper leans up, wrapping his right arm around Bane’s neck for a superplex, trying to lift him. Bane remains firmly on the turnbuckle, headbutting Viper lightly and trying to push him, but Viper locks his legs around the ropes, elbowing Bane a few more times. Viper looks behind him, climbing up onto the top rope and grasping Bane’s neck and lifting him slightly. Bane quickly shifts his weight forward, though, sending both men collapsing off of the top rope and both through the table!

DING DING DING!

The crowd remains relatively silent, shrouded by confusion as both Viper and Bane are laid out amongst wooden and metal splinters. The commentators can simply watch as the referee checks both men before walking over to the ropes, motioning to John Walt. Walt walks over, having a short conversation with the referee before raising the microphone to his mouth.

Walt:: “The referee has ruled this match…a tie.”

The crowd begin to boo loudly, realising that the much-anticipated main event has ended in a tie. Bane and Viper stir slightly.

Long: “……..A tie.”

Gibson: “Both men gave it all, and what a fin—“

Long: “What a finish? WHAT A FINISH?! It’s a tie! Screw this!”

Long slams his headset down, getting up from his seat and making his way around the ringside, as the show is officially over. However, Morgan, Leo and John quickly rush down the ramp, sliding in under the bottom rope and pulling Viper from the wreckage. Viper stumbles up to his feet, clutching his back and looking down at Bane, turning around and talking to Morgan in confusion. Morgan reassures him that the match ended in a tie, and Viper turns furiously to Bane, swiping a hand across his throat.

Gibson: “This doesn’t look good.”

Peter and Leo pull Bane up to his feet as Viper grabs the second table leant against the turnbuckle, quickly pulling out its legs and setting it down in the middle of the ring. Leo and Peter hold up Bane, both of them slamming his head down into the table before twisting him around, holding him with his back to the table. Viper moves around with his back to Bane, grabbing his head before leaping up and twisting in mid-air, driving him through the table with a crash with the Venom Injection! The crowd jeer loudly as Viper gets up onto his knees, looking down at Bane with his hands on his hips and shaking his head.

Gibson: “Well, a message has been sent tonight to the Lionheart Champion, Danny Tenfold! We are just three weeks away from Prestige, when Roy Viper will challenge Natalie Burrows and Danny Tenfold, looking to secure the Lionheart Championship! Goodnight, Ladies and Gentlemen, and we will see you at Prestige!”

Viper gets to his feet, his arms being raised by Peter and Leo as the camera cuts to black.

[The Sky King]

The scene cuts to a conference room within the arena, where the five Board of Directors are sitting around an ovular table, each one of them with a notepad in front of them. A deep aura of tension fills the room as the Board exchange glances, before one of them clears their throat.

Chairman One:: "As you all know, earlier today we received a substantial bid for the company. A substantial amount of money has been placed on the table before us, in offer for a takeover. I have been assured by the party concerned that we would keep our jobs to a degree, but that we would no longer be acting as Chairmen, instead as Directors. The takeover would install one leading Chairman."

Chairman Two:: "So, what about Mark Rivera? Would he be keeping his job?"

Chairman One:: "It seems to be highly doubtful at this point."

Chairman Three:: "So, we will be getting rid of Rivera? He does appear to be a liability at this point."

Chairman One:: "The shareholders are agreeing to the takeover simply because they are absolutely sick of Rivera. Without Rivera, we have no CEO, but we have been reassured that this new Chairman does, in fact, have a person in mind for that position, thus meaning we can get rid of Rivera without much difficulty."

Chairman Two:: "Well, how do we get rid of him? I really don't think that the new Chairman will want to suffer a heavy lawsuit. Rivera probably would not leave quietly if someone simply gave him his marching orders."

Chairman Four:: "Surely the will and wish of the shareholders is enough? Let's just get rid of him and get him out of this federation! I am sick and tired of seeing wrestlers arrive and leave just a few weeks later! We've had talent stay barely long enough to get their own peg in the locker room! We need someone with a firm hand! We need someone who can bring in the talent! We need someone who isn't a bitter, bitter disappointment!"

Chairman One:: "The consortium in charge of the takeover assure me that a new CEO will be appointed, and that this CEO is trusted enough to reverse our fortunes somewhat. Everything is on track, and all we need is to get rid of Rivera once and for all."

A chair at the head of the table, which had been turned away from the Chairmen, suddenly spins around, revealing Shawn Ashen clutching a folded slip of paper close to his chest. He places the paper on the table, sliding it into the middle of the table, looking around at the board.

Ashen:: "It's time, gentlemen. Prestige is approaching, and Rivera cannot last any longer than that. Over the next three weeks, I hope that you will all help this takeover run as smoothly as possible."

Chairman Two:: "And what do you get from Rivera's departure, Shawn?"

Ashen:: "Simple: A company that people have faith to put their money into. A company that can start putting money into my pocket, as opposed to being one large financial burden. That is what I stand to gain. That is what I am aiming for, and that is what I believe can happen."

Chairman One:: "Shall we notify the shareholders of our decision?"

Ashen:: "Yes. It is time that we started upon a new slate, gentlemen."

The Board look at eachother, giving small nods of confirmation as the camera cuts out.