Prestige 2011

[The Sky King]

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Rivera’s Voice: “Tonight, history will be made.”

An image of Mark Rivera is shown, a large grin across his face.

Xplode’s Voice: “Tonight, careers will end.”

An image of a determined Xplode is shown, wrapping his wrists in tape before slowly looking up at the camera.

Oblivion’s Voice: “Tonight, Legends will fall.”

An image of Oblivion is shown, standing firmly in the shadows.

Johnson’s Voice: “Tonight, Champions will fall.”

An image of Chuck Johnson is shown, lacing up his boots slowly.

Burrows Voice: “Tonight, names will be written in the annals of time.”

An image of Natalie Burrows is shown, looking at the camera determinedly as she pulls up her elbow pads.

Callaway’s and Lavery’s Voices: “Tonight, superstars will rise above.”

An image of both Stephen Callaway and Caoran Lavery are shown, both men shadow boxing within a darkened locker room.

The image cuts to the scene of an empty arena, panning to the middle of the ring, where TITAN is standing, the World Championship slung over his shoulder. TITANs head snaps to the camera.

TITAN: “Tonight, every superstar looks to gain the one thing they have looked for for the past year.”

The camera cuts to Chuck Johnson, stood against a dark backdrop.

Johnson: “I won’t fail.”

The camera pans to Xplode.

Xplode: “I will write my name deeper into the annals of time.”

The camera pans to Natalie Burrows.

Burrows: “I will rise above everyone else.”

The camera slowly pans to the towering form of Brett Cross, his trenchcoat flowing across his body.

Cross: “Lead me to my throne.”

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"No Leaf Clover" by Metallica blares out over the sound system.The camera quickly cuts to the live feed in the arena, focusing on the stage where a huge logo of the show, Prestige, is hanging high above the entrance way, from which hangs a flowing golden curtain obscuring the entrance way. Golden fireworks from both sides of the stage, bursting down the entire length of the ramp before the ringposts shoot up plumes of white sparks, followed by a shower of golden pyro flowing down from the rafters above, the entire spectacle capped off with a rhythmic burst of twenty golden pyro bursts forming an X in front of the golden curtain which hangs over the entrance way. As the firework display ends, the camera pans over the crowd as gold and white spotlights criss-cross over the rafters and what appears to be a relatively-packed arena with very few seats unfilled. Several signs are being waved in the air by the waiting fans, including “BURROWS – COEUR DE LEON”, “LET’S SEE SOME KING”, “CHUCK JOHNSON FOR PRESIDENT”, “SEND XPLODE TO HELL, OBLIVION” and “LYNCH THEM, LAVERY”.

Following this, the camera cuts upwards, scanning above the 'Prestige' logo at a semi-circle of banners that hangs amongst the rafters, their size making them clearly visible to all the crowd. The banners display portraits of each wrestler on the show, scheduled to battle.

The camera cuts to the announce table, where Rock Gibson and Justin Long, dressed in their finest suits for the occasion, are sitting.

Gibson:: “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the event which every single moment of the past year has been leading to: WELCOME TO PRESTIGE!”

Long:: “What a night this is going to be: Oblivion and Xplode, one more time, doing battle on the greatest stage in wrestling!”

Gibson:: “It’s been a wild ride for both men, and this could make this night excellent, but we also have the World Championship on the line: Brett Cross, Chuck Johnson and TITAN!”

Long:: “Indeed, it was announced earlier in the fortnight that Johnson would be included in the title match, as opposed to being the special enforcer. How does that work? No-one knows, but his victories against either men certainly didn’t hurt, and they certainly don’t hurt his chances tonight!”

Gibson:: “Indeed, Johnson has a brilliant chance of winning here, and what about the Lionheart Title: Natalie Burrows and Danny Tenfold?”

Long:: “Roy Viper suffered an injury earlier in the fortnight, and that sadly caused him to pull out of this event. A shame—“

”Divide” by Disturbed suddenly blasts out over the sound system as Roy Viper is the first person to emerge from behind the golden curtain, wearing a black suit with an emerald tie. Roy adjusts his tie, giving a small smirk as a small roll of jeers erupts from the crowd, before walking down the ramp. Walt goes to stand up, but Long simply shakes his head, stopping Walt from announcing Viper’s arrival. Rather than slide into the ring, Viper turns left, heading around the ringside and ignoring the fans before reaching the announce table, edging around it and sitting in a large leather chair beside Rock Gibson, grasping a headset laid upon the table and slipping it over his head.

Viper:: “Testing. Testing.”

Long:: “It’s on, Roy! Welcome! How are you?”

Viper:: “How am—How am I? I had to pull out of a fucking title match because my left forearm has a hairline fracture. How would you feel?”

Viper rolls up the sleeve of his shirt jacket and sleeve, revealing a tight cast around his forearm. Viper lays his arm on the table, shaking his head in disbelief.

Gibson:: “So, Roy, who do you think could be the Lionheart Champion after tonight?”

Viper:: “Burrows.”

Gibson:: “Why?”

Viper:: “Burrows.”

Gibson:: “……Alright. Brief and to the point.”

Long:: “And, of course, Caoran Lavery will battle Brandon Young. Burrows love interest. Apparently.”

Viper:: “Don’t get me started on that bastard. You’re here to wrestle, not to smooch!”

Long:: “They certainly whooped your ass.”

Viper:: “You say that again and I will pull your teeth out and shove them into your eyesockets.”

Long:: “…Truly a charming man.”

Gibson:: “Looks like it’s the three of us announcing tonight! Let’s not waste any time and get this show started! First, we have Justin King making his in-ring debut—“

Viper:: “And I hate that bastard too!”

Gibson:: “Making a debut at Prestige. A great start, don’t you think?”

Long:: “Could be. We’ll see how he does against Stephen Callaway, who had a rest last show and is back to kick some ass.”

Gibson:: “Let’s get this show on the road!”

The camera quickly cuts to the ramp.

[The Sky King]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Stephen Callaway vs Justin King

Gibson:: “Here we go, our first match of the night.”

Viper:: “Great. I am so excited. Can’t you hear the excitement in my face?”

Long:: “Hey! The scathing sarcasm is my shtick, buddy!”

The lights in the arena dim as thirteen bells echo throughout the arena, one after another with a slight pause between each one. After the fourth bell, the opening to "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begins to play. The cameras begin to pan the titanic arena for Justin, and eventually hit the stage, where a spotlight is shining from the rafters, and yet Justin is nowhere to be found. Seconds later, the cameras resume panning the arena, the crowd suddenly going wild as Justin appears high in the crowd, smirking and standing on top of the concrete stairs leading down between the rows. Justin begins to make his way down the steps, high fiving and fist-bumping the fans as he makes his way down, stopping to hug the occasional fans who seem to have taken warmly to the newcomer. A white spotlight focuses on one of the portraits hung over the stage, highlighting Justin King's portrait.

Walt: From….somewhere in New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds…JUSTIN KING!!!

As he makes his way closer to the ring, he begins to speed up, hopping over the guard rail and sliding under the bottom rope. After laying on his stomach for a second, he springs up to a vertical base and wanders over to the top-left turnbuckle of the ring and climbing up to the second rope and throwing his fists in the air, causing the crowd to cheer even louder before hopping down and turning to face out to the ramp. “Hell’s Bells” stops playing as "Remedy" by COLD blasts out of the sound system. Stephen Callaway throws the golden curtain aside, strolling out onto the ramp and making a "V1" taunt with his nose between the first two fingers. He throws his arms down, walking down the ramp singing along with his theme and bouncing slightly, turning around midway down the ramp and looking up at the “Prestige” sign that hangs above the apron, then raising his head and noticing that a second portrait, a few spaces away from King's, has a royal blue spotlight shining on it, highlighting Stephen Callaway's grinning portait. Callaway points at it before twisting around and continuing down the ramp, nodding and smirking.

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

Callaway jogs up the steps and onto the apron, climbing through the ropes and jogging over to the lower-left corner of the ring, hopping up onto the second rope and repeating the same "V1" prayer taunt before jumping down and turning to face Justin King. The referee quickly motions to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Callaway and King both move out of their corners, moving towards eachother and locking in a forearm tie-up. King and Callaway jostle for power, moving back and forth with King seeming to get the advantage over Callaway, pushing down on him. Callaway releases the hold, moving away quickly before holding up his right hand, nodding up to it and challenging King to a test of strength. King locks his right hand against Callaway’s, before both men lock their left hands together. King pushes forward, jostling for power, but Callaway leans up slightly, pushing down on King. Both men, whom are relatively evenly matched in height and weight, seem to be stuck in a stalemate, with King eventually pushing upwards and shoving Callaway away.

King jolts forward, grabbing Callaway’s right hand and pulling away at it, attempting an Irish Whip. Callaway is sent forward, but he grips King’s arm tightly, moving under it and twisting before lifting his left boot up, placing it under King’s jaw and slamming down violently into the mat, kicking King roughly in the jaw with the Das Boot. King flops backwards onto the mat and Callaway rolls backwards and onto his feet, clapping his hands roughly as he begins to get the adrenaline flowing. Callaway moves over to King, grasping his hair and pulling him up to his feet, running behind him and rebounding off the ropes behind King, sprinting forward and grabbing King’s neck, front-flipping and slamming King’s head into the mat with the Calsifornia Dreaming!

Callaway slides through on the impact, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly climbing back up onto the apron, walking across the apron and towards the upper-left turnbuckle, climbing up the ropes and carefully stabilising himself on the top rope. King slowly rolls onto his back, and Callaway leaps off for a standard elbow drop, but King quickly rolls to the left, sending Callaway crashing into the mat! King rolls to the left a second time, using the momentum to roll onto his feet. King walks over to Callaway, grabbing his left arm and leg and pulling him towards the middle of the ring. King points to the crowd before leaping up swiftly, hitting a front flip and slamming down into King with a 450 Splash!

Gibson:: “Some great athleticism from the newcomer here.”

Long:: “Well, it’s about time he got his foot on the ladder.”

Viper:: “Anyone can do that.”

Gibson:: “So why don’t you?”

King rolls backwards and back onto his feet, jolting forward slightly and cartwheeling before using the momentum to backflip swiftly and hit King and hit a Moonsault, slamming down into Callaway. King goes to hook his leg, but Callaway snaps an elbow up, catching King in his forehead. King stumbles back, landing on his rear and scuttles backwards up to his feet as Callaway rolls onto his stomach.

King takes a few steps backwards, standing in the upper-left turnbuckle and motioning for Callaway to get to his feet, clapping his hands together and urging the crowd to follow his lead. The arena’s air begins to pulse with the sound of rhythmic clapping as King claps his hands, Callaway pushing himself onto his knees before uneasily stumbling to his feet, slowly turning around. With Callaway up, King quickly jolts forward, looking for a Superkick, but Callaway ducks under it and twists around. King quickly slams his leg into the ground, spinning around, but Callaway moves forward, scooping up King. King is lifted, but he pushes himself over Callaway’s back and onto his feet, locking his arms around his waist and forcing him forward to the ropes. Callaway grasps the top rope tightly, locking his arms around it and preventing King from forcing him over the top rope. King keeps his arms locked around Callaway’s waist, but eventually pulls away, leaping up and kicking Callaway in the back with a dropkick, sending him reeling over the top rope.

Callaway keeps such a tight grip on the top rope that he remains clinging onto it, his back facing the ring as his feet dangle precariously over the outside. Callaway looks over his shoulder, and can only watch as King runs forward, leaping onto the second rope and springing off, up and over the top rope and slamming both of his feet down into Callaway’s chest with a rough Mule Kick! The force causes Callaway to release the ropes, crashing to the mats outside as he clutches his chest in pain, King landing on his side and using his natural agility to roll through the impact of his landing, causing him minimal pain. The crowd respond with a quick, but loud, cheer and King twists around, walking over to Callaway and grabbing his hair, pulling him up to his feet and rolling him into the ring.

Gibson:: “That move….wow. Just….wow.”

Long:: “I won’t lie: That made me a little happy.”

Gibson:: “Should we call the press?”

Viper:: “No. It just means Sid is easily impressed.”

Long:: “No, but we better see some more insane shit from King. This is what Prestige is all about, baby! Putting it all on the line knowing that the payoff could be huge!”

Viper:: “No, it’s about dismantling your opponent, end of. You don’t get anywhere by doing flippy shit just for the sake of doing flippy shit. You go out there, you crack your opponent in half, and you throw him down for the three count or submission. End of story.”

King slides into the ring after Callaway, who crawls forward slightly. King runs forward, leaping straight over the length of Callaway’s body and twists around, looking down at Callaway who slowly lifts his head, quickly lunging forward at King’s right leg. King lifts it, standing on his left leg as Callaway slides across the mat, the crowd letting out a small laugh as Callaway raises his head, angrily swinging both of his legs and spinning his body on the mat, slamming both of his legs into the left shin of King with a vicious crack. King cries out in agony, landing facefirst on the mat as Callaway rolls onto his side, onto one knee and up onto his feet, rubbing his chest from earlier.

Callaway walks over to King, grabbing his hair before pulling his head up slightly, placing his right foot on the back of his head before stomping down, slamming King’s head roughly into the mat before pulling him up to his feet. King stumbles slightly, just enough for Callaway to lean down, scooping King up effortlessly and slamming him down with his feet on the mat, his right arm locked around his neck as he slams his entire weight backwards, spiking King into the mat with the Everything Goes. Callaway rolls slightly, covering King and hooking his left leg for the first pinfall of Prestige.

1…..2….KICK OUT!

King manages to kick out relatively comfortably, forcing Callaway to break the pinfall and once more forcing Callaway to get to his feet, dragging King up with him. King lifts his knee, kneeing Callaway in the abdomen, but Callaway grasps King’s hair, slamming his head down into his knee before grabbing his right arm, Irish whipping him towards the ropes. King rushes at the ropes, rebounding off the ropes and hurtling towards Callaway. King leaps up for a front dropkick, but Callaway quickly jumps back, forcing King to fall to his back. Callaway goes to hit an elbow drop, but King rolls to his left and Callaway hits the mat as he hops to his feet. King twists around and backflips, going for a Moonsault, but Callaway quickly rolls to the right, avoiding the moonsault. King rolls forward and onto his feet as Callaway uses his own momentum to get to his feet. Both men twist around, facing eachother as the crowd cheer and applaud at the sheer agility and technical prowess both men are displaying on the great stage.

Both men lunge forward, locking in another forearm tie-up. Callaway manages to shove King backwards, lunging forward and going for a Clothesline. King quickly ducks under the clothesline, running forward and rebounding off the ropes behind Callaway, hurtling towards his back and quickly hitting a front dropkick into the middle of his back. Callaway stumbles forward against the set of ropes in front of him, and King quickly rolls backwards, twisting around and jolting forward, rebounding off the set of ropes behind him again, hurtling towards Callaway. King sprints to the right of Callaway and, when he reaches the ropes, grasps the middle and top rope, swinging his legs up above the top rope and spinning them, kicking Callaway square in the face with the Around The World (Tiger Feint Kick) Callaway stumbles back, clutching his nose as King spins his legs around into the ring, slipping through the ropes and landing straight onto his feet, jolting forward and slamming his foot into Callaway’s jaw with a Superkick! Callaway topples backwards like a felled tree, hitting the mat with a crash as King scrambles over to him, hooking his leg.

1……2……3-KICK OUT!

Out of instinct, Callaway thrusts his shoulder up roughly, breaking the pinfall. King gets to his feet, turning around and walking towards the nearby lower-left turnbuckle of the ring, grasping the top rope and pulling himself up, facing away from the ring. King stabilises himself, looking over his shoulder at Callaway who is barely stirring. King quickly backflips off with a Moonsault, but Callaway rolls to his right. King quickly tucks his legs under him, landing directly on his legs. The force of the landing causes King to roll backwards, running forward quickly and leaping up, hitting a quick flip before slamming his weight down into Callaway’s back with a 450 Splash!

Gibson:: “This kid is nuts! How can a human being have that much energy?!”

Long:: “Well, now we know why the espresso machines are constantly breaking down around here. I bet he has to sprint just to stand still!”

Viper:: “I can go faster.”

Long:: “You going faster than this kid means you’re breaking the sound barrier, Roy.”

Viper:: “There are no limits that can hold me in place, Sid. Learn that.”

King gets up to his feet, grabbing Callaways hair and pulling him up to his feet, forcing him over to the lower-left turnbuckle, quickly delivering a right forearm to the side of Callaway’s temple before leaning down, grasping his legs and forcing him up to sit on the top rope, climbing onto the second rope. Callaway lifts his knees, forcing his legs between his body and King’s before pushing forward, forcing King off of the top rope and to the mat. King stumbles backwards, rushing forward and leaping up for a dropkick. Callaway grabs the legs of King as they raise, throwing him to the right and sending King spiralling violently to the mat, hitting the canvas with a crush. King slowly pushes himself onto his hands and knees, stumbling slightly. King faces away from Callaway, who takes the opportunity to leap off the top rope, catching King’s head in mid-flight and front-flipping over him, driving his face violently into the mat with a Anything Goes from the top rope!

Callaway rolls forward slightly and uneasily onto his knees, pushing himself back up to a vertical base before turning to King and grasping his hair, wrenching him violently to his feet. King quickly delivers a swift knee to Callaway's abdomen, forcing him down to one knee before grabbing his hair and pulling him to his feet, shoving him backwards and jolting forward, aiming a Superkick! Callaway, recognising his own finisher, ducks under the Superkick, twisting around and locking an arm around his left arm around King's left arm, then slipping his right arm under his neck, tightening both arms and locking in the Calsmission!

Gibson:: "CALLAWAY HAS IT! THIS COULD BE IT! THIS COULD BE IT!"

King struggles violently, shaking Callaway as he does, but Callaway forces down roughly on the hold, bringing King down to his knees before laying back, locking his legs around one of King's, tightening the hold as much as he can and pulling back roughly! King begins to choke, fading slightly, but Callaway keeps the hold tightened, pressing into his throat. King refuses to tap, instead slowly shaking his head as Callaway tightens his grip even more. King's head slowly begins to slump to the side, and the referee leans down, grabbing King's free arm, lifting it.

It drops once.

He grabs King's arm again, lifting it.

It drops a second time.

He grabs King's arm for the final time, as Callaway lets out a primal scream, tightening the hold even more. King still refuses to give up, his hand shaking slightly.

It drops a third time!

DING DING DING!

Walt:: "Here is your winner by submission...STEPHEN!! CALLAWAYYYYY!!"

Callaway breaks the hold, rolling King off of his body and getting up to one knee, a grin spreading across his face as he raises his arm. He looks over to the stage, noticing that the spotlight over King's portrait has turned off, revealing Callaway's lone portrait. Callaway nips to his feet, raising his arms ecstatically.

Long:: "Well, he did it! A great way to kick off Prestige here!"

Gibson:: "A great effort from King, who refused to tap and kept hanging on until he was unconscious--"

Viper:: "But Callaway's the winner. Well done. Et cetera."

Callaway walks over to the lower left turnbuckle, nodding his head and making his signature V1 Prayer taunt before pulling his hands away from his face, raising his arms high in the air as the camera cuts away.

[The Sky King]

The camera cuts to the Parking Lot, which Sarah Thompson is currently walking through the depths of, her stilletos clicking off of the tarmac as she walks towards the rows of cars lined up, heading towards an empty place. A roar suddenly fills the Parking Lot as a large black Humvee screeches into view, halting mere feet away from Thompson. Thompson squeals slightly, crunching slightly in hesitation as the Humvee grinds to a halt in the empty place. The door clicks open and the camera focuses as TITAN, clad in a suit with the World Championship slung over his shoulder, steps out, hitting the tarmac with a heavy thud as TITAN slams the door behind, walking forward and initially ignoring Thompson.

As he walks past her, Thompson carefully jogs towards him, trying not to fall over on her heels.

Thompson: “TITAN! TITAN! Can we have a few words?”

TITAN: “Yeah.”

TITAN stops suddenly, snapping his head around and looking at Thompson who totters over to him, raising her microphone. TITAN grasps the microphone, wrenching it from her hand.

TITAN: “Don’t break a nail on my account, dear.”

The crowd jeer as TITAN turns his head, looking at the camera.

TITAN: “Tonight, this World Championship is on the line. They call this place the greatest stage of them all. You know what I think? I don’t give a fuck.”

The crowds jeers grow, becoming more audible in the Parking Lot.

TITAN: “Month after month, I’ve been expected to defend this title against the most weakest and scrawniest opponents ever spewed from a mothers womb, and now at this, our apparent flagship show, I’m expected to defend against Chuck Johnson and Brett Cross. Firstly, why the fuck am I defending against Chuck Johnson? This little shit comes in, throws his weight around, and suddenly he’s competing for my World Championship? Do I look like I should be defending my title against him? Just because he pinned me and Cross in fluke victories, and just because he’s been sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong, he can suddenly throw his hat in?

And Brett Cross. My enemy. Well, that’s what the fans have called him. Enemy? ENEMY?! I’ve had bigger fucking shits than Brett Cross! I’ve seen more dangerous kittens than Brett Cross! On and off for a month, and I cannot..CANNOT wait to shove my fist down his throat and pull out his damn lungs! A warrior? A king? A Viking? Bring it on, fat boy! I’ll tear your heart out and feed it to you! You may call yourself a warrior, but I AM a warrior! I don’t need to throw words around, calling myself brilliant or perfect, I KNOW I AM! Look at this World Championship!”

TITAN tears the World Championship from his shoulder, holding it up and pushing it towards the camera.

TITAN: “This Championship is absolutely everything to this federation, and you know what that makes me? The king. The best. The one true warrior. Not Brett Cross. Do you think I’m ever..EVER going to let that fucking little shit Chuck Johnson take this title from me?! Do you think I’m just going to let him take this, and become a king? NO! It is my job as the World Champion, as the king of this entire goddamn federation, to destroy these weaklings, but it’s not just Johnson. No, no matter how much I despise that scrawny little runt, I cannot overlook Brett Cross…Brett Cross, the one who thinks that he will take this title from me.

There is absolutely no way and no chance in hell that I am going to let that fat sack of shit wear this title around his waist. This title has been worn by legends, it is being worn by a legend, and I refuse to let Cross wear it for so much as one fucking second. That is my duty in being champion..to destroy Cross. To prevent him from ever, EVER holding this gold as his own.

Tonight, on this grand stage of the EUW, my task is simple: I will annihilate Chuck Johnson and Brett Cross…or I will die trying. When all is said and done, and when the dust settles, only one person will be champion…and Sarah? It will be the biggest, baddest motherfucker in this federation..”

TITAN pushes his face towards the camera, sneering.

TITAN: “ME.”

TITAN shoves Thompson’s microphone into her chest, walking past the camera and away from her. Thompson clutches the microphone, watching TITAN storm away as the camera cuts to a quick commercial.

[The Sky King]

The camera quickly cuts to the backstage where Mark Rivera, flanked by Sam Sneed, is heading down a coridoor deep within the arena. Rivera appears to be deep in thought, a stern look crossing his features as he walks heavily across the floor, towards the wooden door which marks where his office is located for tonights show. Sneed is busy jogging, trying to keep alongside him as Rivera seems intent on steaming ahead.

Sneed:: “Mister Rivera, I am really concerned about tonight’s proceedings.”

Rivera:: “Why? I haven’t heard anything.”

Sneed:: “Exactly! The Board has been especially quiet the past few days, and I’m extremely afraid that something might be happening underneath our noses. Sir, they might be planning something major here. Something that could affect both of us, and not in a positive way.”

Rivera:: “The Briefcase has remained in my office in San Francisco under lock and key for the past month. What can they possibly do? I have removed Jaden from threatening me, and he is the only true threat to have exposed himself to me in the last few months. I am untouchable, Sneed, and even if they can do anything to me, I will hit them with so many lawsuits that there wallets will cry. Capiche?”

Sneed:: “GODDAMMIT MARK!!”

Rivera suddenly stops, his Cuban heels scratching the ground roughly as he does. Rivera slowly turns his head, his face beginning to turn an odd shade of bright red. Sneed appears to be breathing heavily, his fists clenched and by his side as he looks at Rivera in disbelief, most likely at his own sudden outburst.

Rivera:: “….Excuse me?”

Sneed:: “You don’t understand, do you?! They are the Board! They have been the maggots in the wound for years now! Every single time a wound has healed, they have burrowed into the flesh and continued to eat away at it! They are persistent, they are conniving, and their silence only suggests that something is happening that will tear us away from this company!”

Rivera:: “Sneed, be quiet.”

Sneed:: “No, Mark, I worked hard to get a job under your wing. I worked hard to get a job in this economy, and I’m not having it risked simply because you are too dense to dive into the rabbit hole and look at the bigger picture. Something is happening, Mark, and I know you know it.”

Rivera:: “Look at me? Do I look like I care? If they want to fight me, then they can grow a pair of balls and bring the fight to me, but you forget, Sam, that the Board has never bothered to fight me face-to-face before. Why would they start now? Let them crawl beneath the surface. Let them scuttle like cockroaches, because me? I’m here to stay, and there is nothing they can do to stop me. Oh, and Sam? I’ll just ignore your outburst….Just this once.”

Rivera continues walking ahead as Sneed lets out a desperate sigh, rubbing his eyes. Rivera wrenches open his office door, sliding in and slamming it shut behind him. Sneed turns around, walking forward a few steps and straight into Shawn Ashen who is standing mere feet away from Sneed, a grin etched across his face.

Ashen:: “Hello Sam.”

Sneed:: “Shawn.”

Ashen:: “We’ve got things to talk about, Sam.”

Sneed:: “Like?”

Ashen:: “I am not the type to disclose such pressing matters in public. Let’s just say that you…are smarter than you look.”

Sneed:: “Oh?”

Ashen:: “Come with me. We have business to discuss.”

Ashen turns around, walking down the coridoor. The confused Sam Sneed watches for a few moments, before hesitantly walking forward to follow Ashen as the camera cuts to ringside.

[The Sky King]

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Caoran Lavery vs Brandon Young

The camera cuts to the entrance ramp as the arena lights dim to a total blackout. “John the Revelator” by Depeche Mode 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, all but obscuring the Prestige sign hanging above the entrance way. As quickly as they were turned on, the lights 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. The portraits that hang from the rafters behind the stage suddenly darken once more, an icy-blue spotlight shining on the stern face of Lavery.

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

The fans jeer and boo venomously 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 upper-left turnbuckle 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, turning around and looking out at the ramp. “John the Revelator” fades, replaced by The Bloodhound Gang's "I Hope You Die". Young bounces onto the stage a few seconds later, wearing an EUW-Asylum Prestige T-shirt as he emerges from behind the golden curtain. Young bounces to the left of the stage, holding his hand over his eyes and scanning the crowd before bouncing over to the right, encouraging the fans to raise the roof before he jogs back to the middle of the stage, throwing his hands up as golden sparks spray down from the Prestige sign over him. Young throws down his hands, turning around and looking above the stage where the portrait of Brandon Young, smirking arrogantly, is now highlighted with a golden spotlight, standing a few positions away from Lavery’s portrait. Young gives a small nod, twisting around and bolting down the ramp.

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

Young slides in under the bottom rope, twisting around and running to the lower-left turnbuckle, hopping onto the second rope and soaking in the cheers before pulling off his shirt, throwing it into the crowd before hopping down and turning around, facing Caoran Lavery and rubbing his wrists in preparation. “I Hope You Die” fades out as the referee looks at both men, motioning to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Lavery simply stands in his corner, almost mocking Young as he cricks his neck from side to side as if to dare Young to make the first move. Young folds his arm, mockingly laying against the turnbuckle and pretending to check his watch before looking up at Lavery, giving a half-hearted shrug. Lavery takes a few steps forward, encouraging Young to explode out of his turnbuckle and hurtle towards Lavery, catching the big man with a swift dropkick to his chest! The crowd roar in surprise as Young quickly scrambles to his feet, leaping up and hitting Lavery with another dropkick, sending him stumbling backwards into his turnbuckle. Young runs forward, leaping up and hitting Lavery with a clothesline to his chest before twisting around, running away a few feet and turning around, running at Lavery for a fourth consecutive time and front-flipping, slamming the entire weight of his body into Lavery! Young lands on his back, but is able to backwards roll away from Lavery who, slightly winded from the unorthadox manuevre, stumbles out of the turnbuckle. Young rushes past Lavery, climbing up the turnbuckle quickly and looking behind him. The moment Lavery begins to turn around, Young flips off, catching Lavery with a top rope wheelbarrow kick, his leg slamming down into Lavery’s skull and sending him into the mat!

Young wastes absolutely no time in once again pressing the offence, as he scrambles up to his feet, delivering a quick stomp down into the bridge of Lavery’s nose before leaping up and hitting a quick knee drop, dropping his knee over Lavery’s face. Lavery twitches slightly, but is barely able to recover before Young turns away from Lavery, backflipping and hitting a standing Moonsault, slamming his entire weight into Lavery before quickly hooking his leg.

1…..2..KICK OUT!

Lavery is able to comfortably thrust his shoulder up, forcing Young to break the pinfall as he gets to his feet, grabbing Lavery’s head and wrenching him up roughly onto his knees. Young takes a few steps back, examining Lavery before rushing forward and going for a Shining Wizard. Lavery ducks down, and Young misses the kick of the Shining Wizard, causing him to spin and land on the mat, rolling quickly away from Lavery as he gets up to a vertical base. Young turns around, sprinting and rebounding off of the ropes behind him before leaping at Lavery in a cross body, which Lavery manages to catch. Lavery keeps a tight grip on Young, who pounds away at Lavery’s back before Lavery lifts him up into the air. Young struggles violently, his legs flailing before somehow managing to pull his lower body free from Lavery’s grip, falling down to the mat and onto his feet, grabbing Lavery’s arm and ducking under it, twisting it and locking in a Hammerlock. Lavery looks behind him at Young, swinging his free right arm behind him. Young breaks the hold, swiftly ducking underneath the incoming arm and jolting behind Lavery once more. Lavery turns, but Young twists around, facing away from Lavery and grasping his head, leaping up for the Stop, Drop and DIE! Lavery, however, is too fresh and agitated from Young’s quick offence, and grasps Young’s arm, pushing him away from him and causing Young to crash forward and down onto the mat.

Lavery walks calmly over to Young, leaning down and grasping his throat before pulling him up to his feet, turning Young to face him before locking his arms around his waist and lifting him up before slamming him roughly into the ground with a quick Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Lavery gets up to his knees, knotting his fingers in Young’s hair as he pulls him to his feet, rushing over to the northern set of ropes opposite the announce table and throwing Young directly over the top rope, sending him crashing to the mats outside with a sickening thud! Young rolls across the mats, his back slamming against the underside of the announce table as Lavery mockingly dusts off his hands.

Gibson:: “Goddamn! Young just got tossed like a rag doll!”

Long:: “That Lavery is one big, scary motherfucker. I heard he enjoys eating kittens, punching babies and starting wars..in that order!”

Viper:: “Whatever, Sid. I like this guy. He gets the job done, simple as that. I wouldn’t mind having him in the Seven Sins, that’s for sure. Lavery is a big man, he’s strong, but most importantly: He punishes his opponents. He doesn’t fuck around—The fuck you looking at?”

Young is up on his knees, his hands on the announce table as he looks at Viper, sneering slightly. Viper gets to his feet, looking down at Young who gives a small grin, something which is quickly wiped off his face when Lavery climbs to the outside, hopping off of the apron and walking over to Young, grabbing the back of his head and slamming it violently into the announce table with a swift crash. Lavery repeats the move, slamming Young’s head into the announce table before pulling him to his feet, shoving him backwards and into the ring apron before running forward, his right foot outstretched. Young quickly ducks down, and Lavery’s foot finds the ropes, his foot catching the middle rope and stretching his leg awkwardly! Lavery grunts in pain, slowly hopping back and managing to free his foot, standing on it and placing pressure on it, shaking off the pain. Young slowly gets to one knee, leaping up and lashing his feet out, hitting Lavery with a low dropkick to his right leg. Lavery collapses to one knee and Young rolls backwards, rushing forward and hitting Lavery with a Shining Wizard!

The referee walks over to the ropes, checking on both superstars as Young rolls backwards, grasping the apron and pulling himself up to his feet. He shoots a sidewards glance at Viper before pulling himself up and rolling into the ring, the tough Lavery slowly sitting up despite being battered by quick and heavy offence. Lavery grunts loudly, grasping the nearby ring steps and pushing himself up to his feet, allowing Young to pull himself to his own feet and catch a small breather as Lavery grasps the middle rope, pulling himself up and onto the apron. Young lunges forward, but Lavery swings a heavy right, just catching Young and sending him stumbling backwards, allowing him to climb into the ring.

With Young reeling backwards, Lavery takes a quick jog forward, raising his right foot and slamming his boot into Young’s face, hitting him with the Lobotomiser (Running Big Boot) and sending him crashing down into the mat. Lavery looks down at Young, shaking his leg slightly from the pain inflicted earlier before leaning down, grasping his hair and pulling him up to his feet, reaching over him and locking his arms over the back of his waist, lifting him up so his back is laid over his shoulder, pressing down violently into Young’s abdomen, locking in a Canadian Backbreaker. Young struggles violently as Lavery presses down violently with the hold, tightening the hold and pressing Young’s back harder into his shoulder. Young flails somewhat, trying to loosen the hold, but Lavery simply jumps down onto his knees, dropping Young’s spine over his shoulder. Young slams off of Lavery’s shoulder, bouncing off and crashing to the mat. Lavery leans to his side, dragging Young towards him and turning, laying over him and hooking his leg.

1……2…..KICK OUT!

Young manages to thrust a shoulder up, forcing Lavery to break the hold. Lavery gets up to one knee, grabbing Young’s head and pulling him up to his feet as he rises to a vertical base. Young slams a foot into Lavery’s abdomen, causing him to flinch somewhat, quickly repeating the kick before turning around, running at the ropes behind him and rebounding off of them, running at Lavery, who raises his left foot and slams it into Young’s head. Young’s head snaps back awkwardly, spiking into the mat as he flops to the canvas, quickly rolling his body out of the ring as Lavery lunges forward onto his knees for the cover. Lavery looks out of the ring at Young, slamming his hands on the mat in frustration.

Gibson:: “Well, Lavery managed to damn near take off Young’s head..but Young rolled out of the ring. Smart move.”

Long:: “Yeah, no quick pinfall for Cuhran..uhh…cooran……….Caran. Cayran. Callam…..Fuck. Help me out, Roy.”

Viper:: “Caoran Lavery. Got a cannon for a right leg.”

Long:: “Gibson, you better watch your back or I’ll petition for Roy to replace you!”

Lavery rolls out of the ring, but Young is already on his hands and knees, shaking his head roughly to try and shake off some of the pain from the massive boot from Lavery. Young crawls forward, but Lavery lunges forward, stomping on the small of Young’s back and sending him down flat to the mats. Lavery leans down, grabbing Young and pulling him to his feet, twisting him around and leaning behind him, once again pulling him up and laying him over his shoulder in a Canadian Backbreaker position. Lavery slowly turns around, looking across at the steel post that holds the lower-right turnbuckle of the ring in position.

Lavery tightens his grip on Young somewhat, but Young is struggling roughly under Lavery’s grip. Lavery hobbles slightly, but breaks into a jog, jogging forward with Young’s head squarely in line with the turnbuckle post. As Lavery approaches it, Young manages to squirm free, his smaller frame allowing him to break free under Lavery’s grip. Young flips as he frees himself from Lavery’s grip, his legs slamming into the small of Lavery’s back before he lands face-first on the mat. The kick provides enough force for Lavery to slam his right shoulder into the steel ringpost, causing him to stumble somewhat and fall to his rear, grunting in pain as he shakes his right arm in pain.

Young slowly rolls onto his back before sitting up, looking over at Lavery who appears to be jabbing his thumb into the joint of his shoulder in a possible attempt to regain some feeling into it. Young gives a taunting wink at Lavery, causing some laughter to ripple across the crowd. Lavery gets to his feet in fury as Young quickly gets up. Lavery rushes at Young, swinging his left arm at him in an attempt at a clothesline. Young ducks under it, spinning on the balls of his feet and rushing Lavery, using his momentum against him by pushing his hands into his upper back and shoving him forward. Both of Lavery’s shins collide with the set of steel ringsteps under the upper-right turnbuckle, causing him to fall over them, clutching his legs in pain. While Lavery refuses to utter a single cry, it is clear that the move did cause him a substantial amount of pain. Young runs his hand through his hair, shaking his head before nimbly darting forward, hopping onto the top of the steel ringsteps in a single bound before front-flipping off, driving his body into Lavery’s with a Senton Splash!

Lavery is seemingly subdued as Young rolls off of him, slowly getting to his feet and looking down at Lavery, grabbing Lavery by his neck and slowly dragging him backwards, carefully rolling him into the ring and sliding in, giving Lavery a large push onto his back. Young quickly hooks Lavery’s leg..

1……2…….3-NO! KICK OUT!

Lavery manages to force the entire weight of his body, effectively breaking up the pinfall. Young slowly gets up to his knees, his hands on his hips in disbelief as the crowd cheer loudly, urging Young on. Young slowly gets to his feet, turning around and walking towards the nearby upper-right corner of the ring, climbing up onto the second rope before pulling himself onto the top rope, slowly turning around and looking down at Lavery before leaping off, corkscrewing in mid-air. As Young drives his feet down with the Disasterpiece, Lavery reaches into his reserves and swiftly rolls to his left, causing Young to crash into the canvas! Young collapses to the mat, clutching his legs in pain.

Lavery slowly pushes himself onto his hands and knees before managing to push himself back up to a vertical base, turning around and looking down at Young, pulling him up to his feet and grabbing his right arm, pulling him backwards with him violently towards the middle of the ring before Irish-whipping him. Young runs forward, rebounding off the ropes and heading straight for Lavery who lunges down, lifting Young, spinning him and slamming him into the mat with a vicious Spinebuster! Lavery gets back up to his feet quickly, placing his hands under Young’s arms and wrenching him roughly to his feet, marching him backwards towards the nearby set of ropes and grabbing his arms, looping them over the top rope and keeping Young in position. Lavery takes a few steps back before running forward, lifting his boot and slamming it into Young’s head with the Lobotomizer! Young is sent backflipping over the ropes while Lavery carefully lifts his right leg, lifting it over the top rope and back into the ring, looking over his shoulder at Young who is now on the outside in a splayed heap.

Long:: “Yeah, he’s dead. Poke him with a stick.”

Viper:: “Lavery’s got him. He needs to roll him in the ring and pin him. This one is his for the taking!”

Lavery slides out of the ring, walking over to Young and grabbing his hair, going to pull him up. Young manages to lock his legs around Lavery’s right leg, slamming his back down into the mats as he hits a small Drop Toe Hold to Lavery, sending him slamming forward, his face smashing off of the announce table! Lavery stumbles backwards, reeling slightly as Young grasps the announce table, pulling himself up and looking at Viper. Viper stands up again, and Young responds by hitting Viper with a quick right!

Long:: “Oh shit!”

Gibson:: “Damn! Viper just got cold-cocked!”

Viper stumbles back, clutching his jaw as Young turns around, grabbing Lavery’s legs, lifting him and rolling him into the ring, sliding in after him. Lavery continues rolling to the left, rolling sideways onto one knee. Young rushes forward, hitting a swift kick to the side of Lavery's skull. Lavery reels slightly as Young wrenches Lavery up to his fight, turning away from him and grasping his neck, leaping up for the Stop, Drop and DIE! Lavery, however, quickly drops down to his knees, forcing his head downwards and causing Young to fall straight down onto his back, hitting the mat with a crash. Lavery takes the opportunity to lock his right arm around Young's neck before wrenching him up to his feet, pulling backwards, locking in the Vice Grip! (Standing Dragon Sleeper)

Young struggles violently, but Lavery pulls back harder on Young's head and neck, locking the hold in tighter. Young struggles, but Lavery bends his knees slightly, forcing more pressure upon Young's neck and back. As Lavery tightens the pressure even more, Young eventually taps!

DING DING DING!

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

Lavery releases the hold and Young falls back to the mat. Lavery raises his right arm into the air as "John the Revelator" begins to play, the spotlight over Young's portrait fading as Lavery is left the winner.

Gibson:: "And a great win for Lavery here, who is looking ever-impressive."

Viper:: "Good..that damn son of a bitch.."

Long:: "Young almost had it..but almost don't count for shit. Still, it's a great job from both men here."

Gibson:: "Brilliant job from Young, but Lavery picks up the win here."

The camera cuts to Lavery, pointing up at his lone portrait, then down at Young before slicing his thumb over his throat, raising his right arm into the air as the camera cuts to the parking lot.

[The Sky King]

When the camera cuts to the Parking Lot, it instantly begins to pan around the interior of the lot, scanning the front-most row of cars reserved for top-ranking officials within the EUW-Asylum, as well as the current championship holders. The camera lingers upon the humvee belonging to TITAN, before focusing across the line, noticing that is full up with various vehicles. A small rumble fills the air, and the camera pans to the right, suddenly blinded by a pair of headlights studded with dirt. The pair of lights roll forward, revealing a white Dodge Ram, the lower sides of its body covered in dust, rumbling forward. The camera watches as the pick-up truck comes to a halt in front of TITAN’s humvee and the door flies open, revealing none other than Chuck Johnson, who hops out of the drivers seat and onto the tarmac, whistling to himself with a oak camouflage-print jacket slung over his shoulder.

Johnson:: “Oi, Vernon, get your ass out here!”

The passenger door clicks open as the sound of feet hitting tarmac fills the air. Vernon, carrying a gym bag in his left hand, strolls around the hood of the Dodge, slapping it lightly.

Vernon:: “Right here, Chuck. You ready?”

Johnson:: “Ready? I was born ready for this! Just a few more hours and Chuck Johnson will be the World Champion!”

Vernon:: “Pretty confident, ain’tcha?”

Johnson:: “C’mon Vernon, I’ve got to deal with fat asshole number one and fat asshole number two. All I’ve got to do is lay a pie on the mat and watch them knock themselves out over it! TITAN’s all bark and no bite, for Gods sake!”

Vernon:: “So..that’s why we’re parked in front of him?”

Johnson:: “Say wha’?”

Johnson walks around in front of the hood. The camera follows him as both Vernon and Johnson look at the Humvee, with the T1T4N vanity plates on the front bumper. Johnson turns to Vernon, reaching towards the gym bag and zipping it open before reaching in and pulling out a can of Budweiser, cracking it open as he turns around and looks at TITAN’s Humvee.

Johnson:: “Well ain’t that somethin’? Guys got such a big mouth that even his own car has to scream out his name.”

Vernon:: “C’mon Chuck, let’s get a six-pack down your throat and some tape on your wrists, and let’s get you that World Championship. HEY! WILLIE! GET OUT HERE!”

The camera turns around, watching as Willie, who was sat between both Chuck and Vernon in the pick-up truck, slides over the seats and hits the tarmac, his large frame sidling over to Chuck’s side as he looks at TITAN’s Humvee.

Willie:: “..Aw, shit, hang on a sec, fellas.”

Willie quickly walks over to the left-hand side of TITAN’s Humvee, and the camera focuses on Chuck and Vernon as Willie begins to urinate on one of TITAN’s tires, letting out a happy sigh.

Vernon:: “Damn, that’ll piss the big guy off!”

Johnson:: “Does it matter, Vern? Have you met a man with a bigger mouth than TITAN? That’s all he has going for him: That giant mouth which he growls small words out of! You think I’m scared of him? Think I’m scared of his little growls an’ shit? Let him get pissed! Let him swear at me! Do you think I care, huh? TITAN is all bark and no bite. I’m going to walk all over him, wipe my boots on his face, and then shove those boots up his ass! And after all that is done, I’ll take his World Championship away from him and hang it on my wall!”

Vernon:: “Don’t forget abou—“

Johnson:: “Cross? Cross? I don’t care about him, either! What’s he got goin’ for him, huh? All he’s done the past few weeks is run at TITAN, tackle him, and letting out the occasional fart as he does! I’ve pried him away from TITAN, and I can tell you that he is nothin’ more than a pussycat! ‘Warrior’ my ass……Willie, you done yet?!”

Willie:: “Yeah. Shouldn’t have those three beers before we left.”

Willie belches, pulling up his zip and walking back over to Johnson who walks forward, emptying some of the beer from his can onto the hood of TITAN’s humvee before draining the rest of it, belching and crumpling the can before throwing it onto the hood of the Humvee, taking his gym bag from Vernon.

Johnson:: “Let’s go win us a title.”

The camera watches as all three men walk towards the Parking Lot doors, the camera cutting back to a backstage coridoor within the arena.

[The Sky King]

Within one of the coridoors backstage, Morgan, Peter and Seamus of the Seven Sins of Ireland are stood in a small huddle.

Morgan:: "Lads, you know the drill: After that match, we storm the ring and beat the shit out of the winner."

Peter:: "Simple as that?"

Morgan:: "It's so simple that a retard like Brandon Young could do it, you got it? While we're out there attacking the winner, Leo and John are going to be outside the locker room, making sure there are absolutely no heroics, alright? It's just us and the winner in that ring. Just because Viper is momentarily on the sidelines, doesn't mean that he can't make an impact."

Seamus:: "As easy as stealing candy from a baby.....Should we steal the Lionheart Title?"

Morgan:: "That.....is a good idea, actually."

Rivera's Voice:: "No, it's not."

Morgan, Peter and Seamus slowly turn around, noticing Mark Rivera stood mere feet away from them, flanked by no fewer than seven black-shirted security officials.

Morgan:: "Yeah? What?!"

Rivera:: "Do you think i'm going to let you idiots spoil yet another show? You have interfered in show after show after show, and I will absolutely not let you ruin Prestige! Security! GET THEIR ASSES OUT OF THIS ARENA!"

The crowd let loose a rare loud cheer in favour of Rivera as the security sidle around Rivera, marching forward and surrounding the three members of the Seven Sins.

Peter:: "Fuck you, Mark!"

Seamus:: "You're going to get yours one day, you piece of shit! You're making a big mistake here!!"

Rivera:: "OUT!! OUT!!"

The security officials forcefully begin marching the Seven Sins back through the coridoor as the camera's quickly cut to ringside.

[The Sky King]

EUW-Asylum Lionheart Championship
Singles Match
Standard Rules
Danny Tenfold (c) vs Natalie Burrows

Viper:: “SERIOUSLY?! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Long:: “Hey, Roy, your Seven Sins just left the building!”

Viper:: “Fuck this company! Fuck Mark Rivera! They weren’t even doing anything!”

Gibson:: “I wouldn’t call plotting to interfere after the match ‘nothing’.”

Viper:: “Fuck you, Rock! How about I slap the snot out of you?!”

Gibson:: “…….Yeah. Anyway, onto our next match ladies and gentlemen, and it will be a phenomenal show…Natalie Burrows takes on Danny Tenfold, and the Lionheart Championship is at stake!”

Viper:: “I’ll take the title off the champion, though. Just you wait. I should be in this fucking match..”

“Innocence” by Halestorm hits the sound system as the lights dim. The area right in front of the curtain is bathed in blinding light thanks to a couple of overhead spotlights while coral-colored lights illuminate the rest of the arena, as well as signalling a coral-coloured spotlight to shine onto the portrait of Natalie Burrows, smiling, hanging above the Prestige stage. Stepping out into that vibrant white light, Natalie Burrows walks forward into the light until she is visible and raises her fists above her head. The movement triggers white and coral pyros to shoot in front of her in criss-crossing sparks, the Southern Belle emerging from the beam of light as the last round fires off. Without wasting any time, Burrows begins making her way down the ramp, slapping some of the hands of the fans who seem to be shaking the arena with their cheers.

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

Burrows runs forward at the bottom of the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring before jolting up onto her feet, walking towards the upper-right corner of the ring, mounting the turnbuckle and raising her fists into the air, the crowd somehow cheering louder. Burrows stands there, bathing in the reaction before lowering her fists, hopping down from the ring and turning to face the middle of the ring. “Innocence” fades from the sound system, replaced by "Sidstyler" by Machinae Supremacy as Danny Tenfold steps out onto the stage to cheers from the fans, his Lionheart Championship around his waist.. He looks around and grins before quickly making his way down the ramp, high-fiving fans on the way. A sky-blue spotlight shines upon Tenfold’s portrait above the stage, directly next to Burrows and forming a contrast between the two clashing colours of coral and blue.

Walt:: “From Longview, Washington, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds…the Lionheart Champion…DANNY!! TENFOOOOLLLLDDDDD!!”

Tenfold jogs forward, sliding under the bottom rope and hopping to his feet, thrusting his right fist into the air as he takes in the cheers before looking over at Burrows, lowering his fist and taking off his belt, handing it to the referee. Tenfold walks towards the lower-left corner of the ring, standing in the turnbuckle as the referee raises the belt high, signalling the prize being fought for in this match before walking over to the ropes nearest to the announce table, handing it to the timekeeper who takes it before ringing the bell.

DING DING DING!

Tenfold immediately rushes out of his corner, heading straight for Burrows. Burrows quickly jolts to the right and Tenfold raises his right leg, slamming it against the middle rung of the turnbuckle and avoiding a collision. Tenfold twists around, but Burrows quickly kicks him in the back of the right leg. Tenfold reels back into the turnbuckle, and Burrows quickly kicks him in the stomach. Tenfold reels slightly once again and Burrows quickly kicks him in the side, grabbing him by his right arm and dragging him backwards towards the middle of the ring, twisting him and Irish-whipping him. Tenfold rebounds off the ropes and runs at Burrows, who leaps up with her right leg spread, slamming it into Tenfold’s chest and hitting the Turmoil (leaping leg lariat), driving Tenfold roughly into the mat!

Tenfold is left reeling, but Burrows gets to her feet, leaning down and pulling him up to his feet, pushing him backwards over to the ropes nearest the ramp. Burrows pushes him against the ropes, hitting a quick knife-edge chop to Tenfold’s chest. Tenfold flinches violently, covering his chest, but Burrows pulls his arms away and hits a second chop before taking a step to the left, swinging her leg up and kicking Tenfold directly in the chest. Tenfold stumbles forward, clutching his chest which has began to turn a vibrant shade of red, as Burrows climbs out onto the apron, grasping the top rope and leaping up, springing off of the top rope and spinning, slamming her legs into Tenfold’s back and executing a spinning wheel kick to Tenfold’s back, the Denial, which sends Tenfold crashing forward to the mat.

Burrows grabs Tenfold by his hair, pulling him up onto one knee and takes a few steps backwards, jolting forward and going for the Epiphany. As Burrows steps on Tenfold’s leg and swings her leg forward, Tenfold ducks under, but before she can hit the reverse roundhouse, Tenfold pushes his weight downwards, flopping face-first onto the mat and forcing Burrows to quickly jump backwards off of him. Tenfold stumbles up to his feet and Burrows rushes at him, aiming a quick clothesline at Tenfold who ducks under it, twisting around. Burrows stops suddenly, turning around but walks into a quick dropkick from Tenfold! Burrows stumbles backwards slightly into the ropes behind her, leaning against them as Tenfold rushes forward, aiming a clothesline of his own at her. Burrows quickly ducks down as he approaches, grasping his legs and throwing him up to the air. Tenfold grasps the top rope, jumping up and twisting, landing over the top rope and on the apron feet-first.

Burrows turns around, but Tenfold quickly hits with her a snap forearm. Burrows stumbles backwards and Tenfold hops onto the top rope. As he springboards, Burrows dives forward, hitting a front dropkick to the top rope. The rope snaps out from beneath Tenfold’s feet, causing him to stumble and collapse abdomen-first over the top rope! The crowd let out a collective groan as Tenfold groans in agony, clutching his abdomen. Burrows walks past him, turning her back to him and looking over her shoulder before hitting a backflip, driving both of her feet into the back of Tenfold’s skull with an unorthadox moonsault-like kick! Tenfold slumps forward over the rope, collapsing into the ring and giving Burrows enough time to cover his shoulders.

1…..2….

Tenfold’s left leg manages to barely prop up on the bottom rope, more than likely through sheer instinct.

Gibson:: “Tenfold manages to barely save himself after a huge move from Burrows there.”

Long:: “A kick like that could probably knock most people out……I call shenanigans.”

Viper:: “Why? You think Tenfold has a plate in his head?”

Long:: “Damn straight!”

Burrows pulls herself up to her knees, grabbing Tenfolds hair and wrenching him up to his feet, getting up with him. Tenfold quickly lifts a knee, slamming it against her abdomen. Burrows reels slightly, and Tenfold quickly slams his knee into her again, sending her reeling backwards, allowing Tenfold time enough to rush forward and jump up, locking his legs around her neck before twisting his body slightly and pulling her backwards, hitting her with a Hurracanrana which sends Burrows rolling across the mat. Tenfold rolls onto his hands and knees, pushing himself to his feet and walking over to Burrows, placing his hands under her arms and pulling her to her feet, locking his arms around hers and swinging her backwards, hitting her with a vicious Dragon Suplex that spikes her head against the mat.

Tenfold releases the suplex, scrambling to his feet and looking down at Burrows before grabbing her left arm and leg and dragging her towards the upper-right turnbuckle of the ring, placing her parallel to the turnbuckle before turning around, taking a few steps away from Burrows before running forward, hopping over her and using the momentum to jump to the top rope, splitting his legs and backflipping off with a split-legged Moonsault which sends Tenfold crashing into Burrows. As soon as he lands, Tenfold rolls backwards onto his knees, intent to keep the pressure on Burrows. He gets to his feet, grabbing Burrows right arm and pulling her to her feet, dragging her towards the middle of the ring before Irish whipping her off of the ropes. Burrows rebounds off the ropes, heading for Tenfold who grabs her waist, lifting her and twisting her in the air. Burrows quickly grabs Tenfold’s right arm, forcing as much of her weight down as possible. The manuevre works as Burrows lands on the ground, causing Tenfold to flip and crash to the canvas as she hits an arm drag.

Tenfold quickly rolls onto his legs, but Burrows grabs his right arm again, leaping down to the mat and hitting a second arm drag. Tenfold crashes to the mat, but quickly spins and gets to his feet, hitting a quick to behind Burrows right leg. Burrows flinches and Tenfold ducks behind her, locking his arms around her waist, lifting her slightly. Burrows reaches her right arm behind her, grasping his neck and pulling down, hitting a Snapmare that sends Tenfold front-flipping to the mat with a crash. Burrows quickly twists around, facing away from Tenfold and backflipping with a standing Moonsault. Tenfold rolls to his left, and Burrows hits the mat as he gets to his feet. Burrows quickly gets to her feet and Tenfold goes for a dropkick, which Burrows avoids by hitting a quick forward roll, moving behind Tenfold as he hits the mat on his stomach.

Tenfold pushes himself to his feet, and Burrows goes for her own dropkick, but Tenfold rolls to his left, avoiding the impact. Burrows hits the mat and gets up to one knee. Tenfold charges forward, leaping up and hoping for a Shining Wizard, but Burrows dives to her stomach, causing Tenfold to leap over her with his right leg outspread. Tenfold quickly hits the mat on one knee, twisting around and getting to his feet as Burrows does. Burrows twists around, running forward and leaping up with her left leg outspread, hoping for the Lament (Leg Lariat), but Tenfold forward-rolls, ducking under the manoeuvre. Burrows tucks her leg under her, landing on her feet and twisting around, looking at Tenfold who is quickly back on her feet. The crowd cheer wildly at the sheer athletic display both superstars showed and Tenfold claps his hands slightly, both superstars circling eachother slightly.

Gibson:: “Wow, that was…amazing!”

Long:: “They didn’t even hit eachother!”

Gibson:: “It doesn’t need to be violent to admire athletic prowess.”

Viper:: “I think you’ll find that it does.”

Gibson:: “Quiet, you.”

Tenfold and Burrows lunge forward, locking in a forearm tie-up. Burrows nimbly sweeps under Tenfold, going behind him and locking her arms around his waist. Tenfold grasps her hands, breaking the hold and turning around. Burrows quickly kicks Tenfold in his right abdomen. Tenfold stumbles to his right from the kick and Burrows quickly leaps up, hitting a dropkick which sends Tenfold backwards to the mat. Burrows quickly gets to her feet, grabbing Tenfold’s right arm and Irish whipping him. Tenfold rebounds off the ropes, heading straight for Burrows who leans down, lifting him up, spinning him and slamming Tenfold onto her outstretched knee with the Grief Cycle (Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker) Burrows goes for the cover.

1…..2…..KICK OUT!

Tenfold thrusts a shoulder up, and Burrows gets to her knees, dragging Tenfold up to his feet. Tenfold quickly ducks under her, moving behind her and locking her arms in position, throwing her back with a released Dragon Suplex which sends Burrows crashing off the mat, the force causing her to roll under the bottom rope and to the outside at the foot of the announce tables. Tenfold looks outside at her, moving over to the ropes and grasping the top rope, watching as Burrows pushes herself onto her hands and knees before stumbling up to her feet. Tenfold leaps up, vaulting over the top rope and landing on Burrows, taking her down to the mats below as the crowd give a small cheer!

Both superstars remain down for a short period of time, with Tenfold grasping the announce table and pulling himself uneasily to his feet. Viper looks up at him, and Tenfold flips him the middle finger, causing the fans to give a louder cheer! Viper stands up, and Tenfold appears ready to hit him, but quickly turns around, pulling Burrows up to her feet instead and focusing his attention on her, pulling her up by her hair. Viper sits down, looking angry as Tenfold forces Burrows over to the ring, quickly rolling her in before sliding in after her. Burrows looks over her shoulder, slamming her left foot back and catching Tenfold over the bridge of his nose. Tenfold flinches, stopping slightly and giving Burrows enough time to scramble forward and up onto her feet.

Tenfold quickly climbs up to his feet and Burrows turns around, leaping up and hitting a dropkick to Tenfold’s chest. Tenfold takes the brunt of the blow, stumbling back against the ropes as Natalie rushes towards him. Tenfold sidesteps to the right and Natalie grasps the top rope, launching herself up and into a handstand on the rope before falling back down onto her feet, using the momentum to roll herself backwards and nimbly avoid Tenfold’s attempt at a quick elbow. Tenfold quickly looks at Burrows as she gets to her feet, rushing forward and leaping into the air, driving his right leg into the side of her skull with a quick Shining Wizard from nowhere! Burrows collapses to the mat and Tenfold, hitting the mat, rolls to his right, scrambling up to his feet and quickly grabbing Burrows left arm and left leg, dragging her towards the lower-right corner of the ring and setting her under the turnbuckle, climbing out onto the apron and pulling himself up to the top rope.

Tenfold looks down at Burrows, carefully stabilising himself before pointing to the crowd. Carefully adjusting himself, Tenfold flips off, executing a shooting star press before tucking his legs under him. As the Tenfold Engage screams down on Burrows, she quickly rolls to the right with her remaining reserves of strength, causing Tenfold to hit the mat with a violent crash, having no way to cancel the manoeuvre! Tenfold screams out in agony, clutching his lower back and rolling across the mat while Burrows is currently laid on the apron, still weathering her temple from the surprise Shining Wizard dealt to her earlier.

Gibson:: “GODDAMN! Tenfold missed! Tenfold missed! Tenfold missed! Killswitch Tengage missed!”

Long:: “GET A GRIP, MAN!...Great awareness from Burrows, though.”

Viper:: “Pff. Whatever.”

Burrows rolls slightly to the outside, falling onto her knees and taking a quick breather. She shakes her head slightly before pulling herself to her feet, climbing back up onto the apron and taking a vital few seconds to regain her bearings. Tenfold pushes himself into a sitting position, his legs twitching violently from the pain before he manages to pull himself up. As soon as he does, Burrows hops onto the top rope, springing off and twisting in mid-air before slamming her elbow violently into the left side of Tenfold’s jaw with the Acceptance! (Springboard Roaring Elbow) Tenfold collapses backwards onto the mat, and Burrows rolls forward, the crowd cheering wildly, something which appears to be giving the Southern Belle the encouragement and the intensity to finish the fight. Burrows turns to Tenfold, grasping him by his hair and pulling him up to his fight before Irish-whipping him across the ring. As soon as Tenfold rebounds and heads for her, Burrows grasps under Tenfold’s arms, lifting him into the air, but Tenfold quickly tucks his legs up from beneath him, haphazardly locking them around Burrows neck before sweeping backwards, hitting an awkward Hurracanrana which sends Burrows rolling across the mat.

Having managed to avoid her finisher, Tenfold rolls onto his stomach, pushing himself to his feet and hobbling slightly over to her, his lower back still presumably causing him pain. Burrows remains relatively motionless on the floor as Tenfold grasps her hair, pulling her roughly to her feet before forcing her over to the lower-left corner of the ring, leaning under her legs and hoisting her up, forcing her to sit on the top rope. Tenfold climbs onto the second rope, grasping her shoulders as he presumably prepares for a top rope Hurracanrana. Burrows, however, quickly lifts her knees to her chest, pushing Tenfold away. Tenfold stumbles off to the mat, and Burrows slams the sole of her right boot out, catching Tenfold roughly in the chest as she stands up on the top rope.

Tenfold stumbles forward, remaining close enough to the turnbuckle for any attempted move by Burrows to be too high-risk. Burrows, however, places her right foot out, standing on Tenfold’s shoulder, before shifting forward, bringing her left foot forward. Tenfold looks around, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Burrows is now standing up straight with her feet on his shoulders. Tenfold jolts back, and Burrows jumps into the air. Tenfold can only look up as Burrows drives both of her feet down into Tenfold’s chest with what appears to be a highly-unorthadox low-angled dropkick which sends Tenfold rolling backwards, flopping to the mat with a crash as Burrows lands on her back. Burrows stumbles up, quickly launching herself at Tenfold’s body and laying over it, grasping his right leg and hooking it tightly.

1……2……3-NO!! KICK OUT!!

The crowd let out a wild cheer, mostly from the belief that Burrows had won the match, as Tenfold manages to force a shoulder up, breaking the pin. Burrows looks up at the referee, but doesn’t complain, getting straight to her feet and walking over to Tenfold, who quickly locks his leg over hers, rolling her up into a small package!

1……2……KICK OUT!

Burrows struggles wildly, managing to force out of the hold. Tenfold rolls backwards, as does Burrows opposite him, but Tenfold lunges forward, delivering a wild boot into Burrows abdomen. Burrows falls to one knee from the kick, and Tenfold drags her towards the middle of the ring, twisting her to face the left-hand set of ropes before dragging her slightly closer to them, delivering a knee to her abdomen. Natalie doubles over, and Tenfold twists around, rushing forward and climbing out onto the apron. As soon as he hops onto the top rope for a springboard, Natalie rushes forward, grasping the top rope and pulling it towards her. Tenfold collapses, landing abdomen-first over the top rope. The crowd wince in pain as Tenfold remains doubled over the rope, the upper-half of his body in the ring and the lower half dangling out over the apron. Without a moments hesitation, Burrows spins, standing mere inches away from Tenfold before leaping up and driving the entire weight of her left leg down into the back of Tenfold’s skull with the Closure!! (Scissors Kick) Tenfold flops forward back-first onto the mat as Burrows leans down, laying her back over his chest as she hooks his leg with all her strength.

1……2……3!!!

DING DING DING!

In unison, almost every single member of the crowd leap from their seats and to their feet, going absolutely ballistic and roaring so loud that “Innocence” can barely be heard over the sound system.

Walt:: “Here is your winner….AND NEW EUW-ASYLUM LIONHEART CHAMPION!!! NATALIE!! BUUURRRROOOWWWWSSSSSS!!”

Burrows pulls herself to her knees, looking around at the incredible scene as the referee rushes over to the timekeeper, taking the belt and rushing over to Burrows, holding it out for her. Burrows gives a bright smile, taking the belt from the referee and getting to her feet, raising it high above her head.

Long:: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!!....HOLY SHIT!! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!....HOOOOOOOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!”

Gibson:: “What a journey for Natalie Burrows, and it culminates here at the biggest stage of them all! These fans are acting like we’ve just decided our World Champion!”

Long:: “OUR FIRST FEMALE LIONHEART….PURE….FUCK IT, SHE’S A CHAMPION!!!”

Gibson:: “Long, calm down! You’re going into conniptions! This is a brilliant win for Burrows! New Lionheart Champion crowned tonight!”

Viper:: “Ah, fuck this. You know what? Fuck these fans, fuck the viewers at home, and fuck Burrows. I was meant to be in this match, and let me show you the actual result: Viper taking that fucking title.”

Viper slams his headset down, storming up to his feet as Natalie climbs onto the lower-left turnbuckle of the ring, placing both her hands on the straps and raising the title high above her head. On the outside, Viper throws the timekeeper off of her chair, folding it and sliding into the ring. As Viper moves forward, the familiar form of Brandon Young belts down the entrance ramp! Burrows quickly turns her head, hopping down as Brandon Young slides into the ring! Viper looks at Burrows, then at Young, then at Burrows again before lunging forward, swinging the chair at Burrows. Burrows quickly ducks under the blow and twists around. Viper twists his head, quickly ducking under and rolling out of the ring as Young swings at him! Viper rushes around the ring, throwing the chair into the ring. The chair catches Young in his chest, and he stumbles back slightly, but otherwise remains glaring at Viper who backs up the ramp, cursing violently at the top of his lungs.

Viper:: “Fuck you! Fuck you! If my Seven Sins were here, you’d be fucking dead, Young! FUCKING DEAD!”

Viper turns his head, watching as Burrows walks over to the ropes, looking down at Viper before throwing the title high above her head, causing the crowd to let loose a gigantic roar once more! Viper storms up the ramp as the cameras focus solely on the new Lionheart Champion who walks towards the middle of the ring, holding up her championship high into the air. Young jogs beside her, taking her right arm and looking at her. Burrows laughs slightly, looking at him as he nods, lifting her right hand and kissing the back of her knuckles before raising her hand high into the air! Burrows throws the left arm clutching her title high in the air as the coral spotlight over her portrait flashes slightly as the spotlight on Tenfold’s portrait fades, signalling the transferring of the Championship.

Young leans over, kissing Burrows on the cheek tenderly before motioning to the upper-left turnbuckle, whispering something in her ear, presumably telling her to enjoy the moment as the new Champion. Burrows nods, returning Young’s kiss on the cheek as she walks over to the upper-left corner, standing on the second rope and raising her Lionheart Championship high into the air!

Gibson:: “There she is, Natalie Burrows! Cœur de Lion!”

The camera cuts to the backstage as the crowd roar loudly in approval as Burrows keeps her title held high in the air.

[The Sky King]

The camera cuts to the Parking Lot, where Stephen Callaway, wearing a Prestige t-shirt over his wrestling attire, is busy walking back towards the arena, dusting off his hands. In the background, one can just make out Caoran Lavery, watching the camera with a cigarette smouldering his lips before turning his back to it and moving in front of a concrete support pillar, obscuring himself from view. As Callaway heads back towards the arena, rubbing his hands together, the familiar sounds of stiletto heels fills the air as Sarah Thompson appears near Stephen Callaway.

Thompson:: “Callaway! Callaway!”

Callaway turns his head to her, slowing down slightly.

Callaway:: “Yeah?”

Thompson:: “How do you feel about a huge win against Justin King tonight?”

Callaway:: “Well…’King’ certainly didn’t live up to his name, did he? The only king in that ring was the one named Stephen Callaway, and I did it right here at Prestige. Right here.”

Thompson:: “You must be pleased with winning on the big stage.”

Callaway:: “In this business, everything goes up: Boots up asses, titles up above heads, and soon Stephen Callaway will be going up the mountain towards the title picture. Yeah, winning here at Prestige was brilliant, but do you know what would be even better? Coming back next year with a title around my waist or a title on the line.”

Thompson:: “Where to next for Stephen Callaway? Any concrete plans?”

Callaway:: “I’ll go where I go. You can’t just sit back and let history be wrote, you have to write it yourself, and that’s what I’m going to do. Prestige was just one battle won. What next? Well, we shall see.”

Thompson:: “Finally, who do you predict will come out of the World Championship match as the champion tonight?”

Callaway stops suddenly, looking at Thompson with a small smirk.

Callaway:: “Does the match involve Stephen Callaway?”

Thompson:: “No, bu—“

Callaway:: “Then I couldn’t give a damn.”

Callaway strolls past the camera, leaving Thompson in the Parking Lot.

Thompson:: “Uh..well…Good job!!”

The camera turns, watching as Callaway flicks a small thumbs up over his shoulder before slamming the parking lot doors shut behind him. The camera turns back to Thompson, watching as Caoran Lavery, still wearing his wrestling attire, walks past her, flicking a cigarette butt to the ground.

Thompson:: “Lavery! Lavery! Can we have a—“

Lavery simply walks past her as if she didn’t exist, ignoring her every word. Thompson simply gives a small sigh, suddenly perking up as the sound of an engine fills the lot.

Thompson:: “Uh, is someone late or something?”

Thompson turns around, the camera just barely picking up a set of headlights on the front of a sprawling black limousine as the camera cuts back to ringside.

[The Sky King]

Gibson:: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is…the send-off….perhaps to two of the greatest superstars to ever grace the ring. It has been a violent, intense feud…and it ends here. At Prestige. The biggest stage in professional wrestling today.”

Long:: “These two legends of the ring have battled for years, but these past few months….That rivalry once again boiled to the surface. At Prestige, this ring will be the battleground for two eternal warriors. Perhaps their final battleground.”

Gibson:: “Both men are absolutely legendary, both men are renowned, and both men are scheduled to do battle in what will be a battle for the ages.”

Long:: “This is it, ladies and gentlemen.”

Gibson:: “It has been two of the longest roads in sport today, both men have cast the longest of shadows for the other superstars to follow, and both men will do battle right here. Ladies and gentlemen, let us see just how these two came to do battle at what will be, quite simply, the battle for the ages.”

--

Rivera: The same old, Xplode, I guess. Some people never change.

Xplode leans forward and snags the cigar out of Rivera’s mouth. He then takes a drag and leans back once again..

Xplode: Some people.. Don’t have to.

The scene cuts to the Sunday Night Vengeance that occurred on on the 10th of July, where both Xplode and Oblivion are brawling with the Las Vegas Commission, before cutting to an image of the two brothers on the same night, standing side-by-side as they glare at the Commission.

The camera then cuts to Xplode counting the submission at Scars and Stripes, where Oblivion dismantled Mister Luck.

Narrator:: “Two Brothers. One ring.”

The scene suddenly cuts to the Sunday Night Vengeance on September 4th. Xplode is standing in the middle of the ring, looking darkly at Mark Rivera.

Xplode: I want it to be a retirement match. If I win, neither myself or my opponent ever steps in this damn ring again. You see, since my last match against my brother, I have heard over and over how he beat me. People have come to revere Oblivion like he is some sort of unbeatable legend around here, but that is far from the truth. There is only one man that can put the Big Dog down.. And that man is me. I want Oblivion at Prestige.. With that stipulation. It’s time that I set the damn record straight once and for all and show the world that Oblivion beating me.. Was just a damn fluke.
.[/i]

The camera, now adopting a grainy overlay of the picture, cuts back all the way to March 2008, where Oblivion is shown punching Xplode in the face. The camera then cuts to May 2008, where Xplode and Oblivion are seen trading blows in the midst of a Tag Team match between The Firm and Trent Sickness + Oblivion. Oblivion is seen lifting Xplode and slamming him down with a Spinebuster, as well as hitting him with a Big Boot.

Narrator:: “Like Cain and Abel, Romulus and Remus, Xplode and Oblivion are two legends. Legends who have spilt blood since the beginning.”

The camera cuts to a show during May 2008, the same Tag Match, where Xplode is seen driving Oblivion’s skull into the mat with the Drop Zone. The camera then cuts to July 2008, where we see both brothers hitting eachother with heated blows again, both men engaging in one of their many one-on-one battles in history, a clip which ends with Oblivion slamming Xplode to the mat violently with the “Ride the Lightning”. The scene then cuts to September 2009, with Xplode standing over Oblivion, then commissioner, with blood pouring down his face, looking down at his brother.

Narrator:: “Legends who have worked together, as brothers born in blood and forged in fire.”

The scene cuts July 2008, another tag match with Oblivion and Xplode on the same side, raising eachothers arms into the air after beating Matt Rodriguez and Tom Roberts. This clip fades into an almost carbon-copy of the same scene, with Xplode raising Oblivions hand, both men having aged, at Scars and Stripes, following Oblivions brutal win. In a stark contrast to the dark images shown earlier, both men are seen embracing at Prestige 2008, with Oblivion as World Champion and Xplode as Pure Champion. The scene then cuts to Hourglass Hours 2009, with Oblivion helping Xplode out of the arena, followed by a final cut to Zero Tolerance 2010, with Toby Hunter high-fiving Xplode following a hard-fought victory over the Puzzo Brothers.

Narrator:: “Legends who have tried to kill eachother over the pursuit of glory and power.”

The camera cuts to Back2Roots 2009, with Xplode driving Oblivion’s skull into the mat with the Drop Zone before throwing his arm, clutching the EUW World Championship, high into the air. The camera then cuts to the May 10th 2010 Saturday Night Vengeance, the last time Xplode wrestled before his return, where Toby Hunter has raised the title high above his head. Both brothers, bleeding a scarlet waterfall from their heads, are seen shaking hands uneasily.

Narrator:: “Legends..who will never be forgotten.”

Several clips flash across the screen, with Xplode and Oblivion trading blows, Oblivion driving Xplode into the mat, and both men bleeding as they tear desperately at eachother. Their blood is seen flowing down their chest, dripping rhythmically to the mat. The EUW World Championship is seen, with Toby Hunter as his ordinary persona and as Oblivion raising their World Championships into the air over Xplode. Likewise, several clips are seen with Xplode raising his title into the air.. In stark contrast to this, the final set of clips following this brutal montage is of two legends, two brothers, Jaden and Toby Hunter, exchanging eachother in a heartfelt embrace.

Narrator:: “At Prestige, it will be the battle to end all battles, as brothers collide in a showdown for the ages!!”

The camera’s filter returns to normal as we see Xplode, from a few weeks ago standing triumphant over James Hart, giving a shocked glare at the ramp as Oblivion makes his way slowly down the ramp before standing mere feet away from him in the ring, staring at his brother.

“Endgame” by Rise Against begins to play as the events are replayed between both brothers in recent weeks.

A clip is shown from October 9th’s Tag Team Match, with Xplode and Oblivion on the outside, shooting eachother glares. An old clip of Toby Hunter being hit with the Drop Zone is shown. After that Tag Match, the clip cuts to both men standing in the middle of the ring, standing eachother down.

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

An old clip of Toby Hunter raising the World Championship high into the air is shown, as well as bloodied Oblivion looking down at his fallen brother, raising his right arm, followed by another clip of Oblivion driving Xplode into the canvas with the “Ride the Lightning”

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

A clip of Xplode looking over his shoulder at the ring, shortly after being retired by Toby Hunter, is shown, a desolate look on his face. In sharp contrast, the next clip that shows is of Xplode driving Oblivion’s skull into the mat, followed by hitting him with a steel chair, as well as slamming his faithful brother’s bloodied head into the wall of a steel cage. The clip then cuts to the same night, where Xplode swings a sledgehammer at Oblivion, causing his brother to crumple to the mat.

Several clips flash on the screen: Blood. Chaos. Destruction. A ring torn asunder before duelling legends. Oblivion / Toby Hunter and Xplode, exchanging blows, hitting eachother with thunderous finishers, and both men glaring at eachother, their faces dripping with blood. Both men raising World Championships. Both men high-fiving. Both men hugging. Both men clawing violently at eachother. The legends slamming eachother into the mat.

Oblivion: "The legacy of Xplode shall come to an end as your countdown begins… now."

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

In stark contrast to both of these statements signalling their intent to destroy the other at Prestige, the final clip seen on the tron is of an old photograph of Jaden and Toby Hunter embracing. Two brothers, always at war, yet whom will always be linked together by blood.

[The Sky King]

Xplode vs. Oblivion
Grudge Match

Gibson: “Well our next match has a history behind it almost as long as the company itself. Throughout the annals of EUW history, no two men have clashed as epically as the two hall of fame brothers.. Xplode and Oblivion. It was just two years ago, that Oblivion seemingly ended the long standing rivalry, defeating Xplode in a retirement match. Xplode, always the strategic genius, somehow put together a gameplan though to gain one more shot at Oblivion. Can he be the man to finally take out the Big Dog?”

Long: “Well, that is a tall order. Oblivion had announced his retirement at the last pay per view. He may have made a huge mistake in agreeing to one more match against Xplode, possibly the most dangerous man to ever step in the ring. Oblivion’s pride and ego may have finally proved to be his ultimate weakness tonight because let’s face it.. He is pretty dinged up, Rock.”

Gibson: “He is. Oblivion’s age seems to have caught up with him these days as he has limped his way to victory over the last two matches. Can he do what he has done over the last 8 years and somehow channel a victory? Will the fans make the difference? The dog pound has been there for him through thick and thin on many an occasion. He will need him more than ever tonight.[“

Long: “Either way, this should prove to be a big one. Xplode has taken great care of himself and stayed in shape. He looks like he could step in the ring with just about anyone. Championships, Accolades… none of them seem to matter now. All that Xplode can think about is being the man to finally put away Oblivion.. I am ready for this.”

Gibson: “I am too. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is it. For the last time, Oblivion and Xplode… Two Hall of Famers.. 4 World Titles between them… Let’s do this.”

The feed switches to the ring where John Walt stands. The crowd behind him are already screaming, stomping their feet in unison. Walt tries to speak, but is drowned out by the audience as they continue to cheer!

Long: “Listen to this crowd… they are going crazy!!”

The crowd continues to cheer, pumping their fists as they chant..

“X-PLODE! OBLIV-ION! X-PLODE! OBLIV-ION!”

After a few more minutes, Walt tries to speak once again, this time successfully.

Walt: The following match is scheduled for one fall. The rules are simple. There are no disqualifications and no count outs. Coming to the ring first…

“I Stand Alone” by Godsmack begins to play! The crowd stands up to their feet as the arena lights fade to a crimson red! A fireworks display emits above the entrance, forming a giant X!

Walt: “Coming to the ring. He is known as the Strategic Assassin. He is a two time World Champion, 2008 Grandslam Champion, and EUW Hall of Fame inductee. Please welcome.. XPLODE!!!”

The crowd continues to applaud and scream as a fog machine covers the entrance. Stepping out unto the stage, Xplode looks out at the fans. He looks ripped, sweat dripping down the sides of his forehead. Walking to the ramp, he proceeds down to the ring. Behind him, above the stage, Xplode's portrait of his determined face is highlighted with a red spotlight. His head held high with pride as the fans reach out to touch him. Arriving at ringside, Xplode rolls under the bottom rope and walks to center ring. He raises one hand and points at the arena rooftop.. Letting the camera zoom in on the Prestige ad banner. Looking out at the fans, Xplode smirks as the fans are showing bowing to him in respect. The music continues to play now as Xplode ascends a turnbuckle post, staring out into the sea of fans before him..

Gibson: “There he is, Xplode. That man has done it all in this business.. Well all but one thing. He has yet to defeat his brother. No one can take away what he has achieved in this sport.”

The music slowly dies down now as Xplode hops back down to the mat. He looks out at the fans as the lights return to normal.. And then shut off completely. The crowd is heard absolutely going CRAZY as the sounds of a motorcycle being revved up are heard!

Gibson: “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play. The lights come back now, as Oblivion is shown aboard his motorcycle. He is looking out at the fans as they scream for his arrival! He revs the bike one more time, cause them to go stir crazy, only to crank the throttle and let the bike drive forward towards the ring! A crackle of lightning fills the sky and the fans watch as a portrait directly next to Xplode lights up in a white spotlight: The portrait of Oblivion! He drives around the ring once.. Then twice… then three time.. Each time causing the fans to grow louder and louder! Finally, he comes to a stop and shuts down the bike, dismounting it after..

Walt: “And his opponent, he is a two time World Champion. Please welcome, the Big Dog… OBLIVION!!!”

The fans scream as Oblivion walks up the steps, his gaze never leaving Xplode the whole time. He then enters the ring by stepping over the top rope.

Gibson: “We are looking at possibly the greatest EUW superstar of all time.. Oblivion. No one in the history of the company has ever stirred the world such as he is, and meant so much to the sport. He has a laundry list of big name superstars who he has defeated, and he is respected by all whom he has encountered. Knowing that this will be his final match, it is almost bittersweet.”

Long: “I won’t even down talk this man. He has my respect as well.”

As the music slowly comes to an end, Oblivion and Xplode stare at one another. The fans begin to chant “XPLODE.. OBLIVION… XPLODE… OBLIVION!” as the intensity continues. Finally, the bell is rung and both brothers slowly come to center ring. Xplode is shown looking up into the eyes of his brother, and Oblivion returning the stare, towering over the Strategic Assassin. Xplode nods, and offers a handshake as the fans cheer loudly! Oblivion looks out at the fans and then slowly offers his hand in return. The brothers shake hands in respect..

Gibson: “Look at this. After all that has happened between them, respect is there. You have to admire Xplode for----- what the hell?!!”

Xplode suddenly yanks Oblivion by the hand and clotheslines the big dog to the mat hard as the match begins!! Xplode is like a man possessed, stomping Oblivion hard with everything that he has inside of him. Xplode then falls backward and bounces off the ropes, only to drop a hard elbow unto the face of Oblivion! Grabbing Obi by the hair, Xplode lifts him to his feet, hooks an arm over his shoulder, and falls backward, performing a text book back breaker on the big dog! He then hooks the leg for the pin!

1..Kick out!

Rolling over quickly, Xplode grabs a handful of hair and punches Oblivion in the forehead, and then brings Oblivion to his feet. Xplode performs a hard Irish whip to the ropes, and sends Oblivion skidding off of them and back to where he began, only to receive a spinning power body slam by Xplode! The crowd is going crazy now.

Gibson: “Xplode is all over him here! Oblivion looks completely taken off his game!”

Long: “Impressive.”

Xplode reacts quickly now, grabbing Oblivion by the wrist and bending it backward, performing a wrist lock submission! Oblivion pounds the mat with his free hand in pain, and then punches Xplode cause the hold to be broken up! Oblivion is pissed now, spinning around and rushing to his feet, only to be kneed in the groin by Xplode! The crowd now begins to boo as Xplode is shown smiling and looking out at the fans who relentlessly jeer him. Xplode simply shrugs, looking down at Oblivion.

Xplode now grabs Oblivion by the head once again and brings him to his feet. He brings Oblivion in for the DDT.. But Oblivion shoves off! Oblivion then grabs Xplode as the fans erupt and goes for the Irish Whip! He slings Xplode sending him to the ropes. Xplode bounces off and returns, spearing Oblivion into the mat!! Oblivion is completely drilled into the ground, as Xplode rolls away into a sitting position with a smile. The crowd goes silent as Oblivion is shown laid out with arms extended. Xplode hooks the leg for the pin..

1...Kick out!

Gibson: “Oblivion has taken a beating tonight. We have seen literally no offensive out of him and yet, he wont give up. How long can he hold out though?”

Slowly rising to his feet, Xplode approaches the ropes and gathers himself. Oblivion slowly sits up as well, one hand on his ribs. He turns over unto his knees and looks up at Xplode who is glaring back at him. Oblivion plants a foot to rise again but suddenly falls face first to the mat!!

Gibson: “Oblivion is hurt?! Something is wrong out there! Stop this match!!”

Oblivion begins to rise yet again, his arms shaking violently. He then collapses face first just as before. Xplode is shown smiling and removing his long hair from his face. He walks over to Oblivion and offers a helping hand. The crown is no booing as Oblivion looks up at him, his face swollen and exhausted. Xplode smiles… and then kicks Oblivion right in the face! Oblivion rolls over on his back as Xplode looks out at the fans. He then bends down and brings Oblivion to his feet, only to spin him around and perform a stiff piledriver! Xplode covers for the pin as the fans cheer loudly..

1…..2......Xplode gets up!!

Gibson: “What the hell? Xplode had it here!”

Long: “Yes, he did. This could be a huge mistake. You have to stay on Oblivion and keep the crowd out of the game. It’s the only way to defeat the big dog.”

Xplode helps Oblivion to his feet. Pushing Oblivion’s head down in to position, Xplode sets up… for the Drop Zone! Oblivion’s legs buckle though and fall to the mat.. But Xplode lifts him back into place! As the fans collectively hold their breath, Xplode unleashes his finisher as Oblivion’s head smashes into the mat! He turns him over and covers for the pin..

1......2......Oblivion raises a shoulder!!! The fans absolutely lose it!!

Rolling away, Xplode looks pissed. He exit’s the ring and lifts the ring apron, pulling out a sledgehammer!

Long: “His trusty weapon of choice has no entered the picture! Xplode has given everything he has to put down his brother and yet, Oblivion defies the odds and stays alive. Will this be the deal breaker?!!”

Xplode rolls into the ring and holds the hammer over his head. Oblivion is shown slowly rolling over. The crowd cheers loudly, warning Oblivion of the danger! Xplode walks over to Oblivion.. Hammer raised… only for Oblivion to kick out and nail Xplode in the gut! The crowd starts cheering as Oblivion kicks again.. And again, causing Xplode to drop the hammer! Oblivion stumbles to his feet and lands on the ropes. Xplode shakes off the cobwebs and rushes to spear Oblivion, only for Oblivion to use the momentum and sling Xplode over his shoulder and over the top rope!

Gibson: “Look at this!!”

Xplode lands on the ring curtain though, somehow able to think fast enough. Oblivion senses this though and swings a wild forearm, clothes lining the hell out of Xplode and sending his brother to ringside! Now on the offense, Oblivion takes a deep breath and exit’s the ring. He approaches Xplode and grabs him by the hair. One punch.. Then two.. Hits Xplode in the forehead. Oblivion then Irish whips him hard into the turnbuckle post!!!

The crowd is animated as Oblivion looks out at them. He then picks up Xplode and Slaps him. Xplode responds by Irish whipping Oblivion into the crowd barrier as the fans reach out and pat him on the shoulders! Xplode rushes Oblivion for the big boot, only for Oblivion to dive out of the way! Xplode’s leg goes over the crowd barrier as he somehow ends up sitting on it, his groin in pain! Oblivion rushes Xplode and blasts him with his shoulder, sending Xplode into the crowd as they cheer and scream!

Looking out at the fans, Oblivion steps over the barrier and approaches Xplode as security parts the fans out of the way. Oblivion grabs Xplode by the hair and brings him to his feet, walking the former champion to a nearby arena structure beam. Oblivion then Irish Whips Xplode into the beam and then catches Xplode with a big boot to the face! Xplode hit’s the concrete hard.

Gibson: “These two brothers are trying to kill one another here!!”

Grabbing Xplode by the hair, Oblivion is once again stopped as Xplode gouges him in the eyes! Then, a hard DDT sends Oblivion into the concrete as Xplode rolls away and climbs up the beam to a wooden plank high above. He then leans against a metal guard rail to catch his breath. The fans slap at Oblivion and will him to his feet as the Big Dog notices Xplode. A thin stream of blood is shown dripping down the side of Oblivion’s forehead from the DDT impact. Shaking it off, Oblivion begins to climb the beam in hopes of catching Xplode!

Long: “That thing can’t support them both! DON’T DO IT!!”

Stepping over the guard rail, Oblivion meets Xplode as the structure begins to shake. The camera man nearby leaps off of the plank to avoid any damage as both brothers collide once again! Xplode punches Oblivion and Oblivion returns fire in kind! Xplode elbows Oblivion hard and then head butts the big dog! Oblivion shakes it off and grabs Xplode by the throat!! He lifts Xplode into the air and holds him there as Xplode kicks his feet violently!!! The wooden plank below them begins to shake.. and splinter.

Gibson: “NO!! NOOOOOO!”

Oblivion then nods and slams Xplode into the wooden plank with a choke slam! The structure shakes.. And then breaks apart!!!! Wood, metal, and flesh fall to the concrete below as both men crumble upon one another! The camera zooms in on a huge pile of debris as Oblivion is shown sprawled out next to Xplode, breathing heavily. Xplode is not moving either..

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Gibson: “Can you believe this?! Are they alive? Someone check on those men!!”

EMT’s rush to the two men and check on them both. Finally, it is Xplode somehow who is shown moving first! He shoves an EMT away, his forehead covered in his own blood! It drips down the bridge of his nose as he stumbles out from under the wood! He rolls down the ramp way and lands on his knees as the fans cheer! Looking up, he slowly gets to his feet and stumbles to the ring apron, rolling into the ring after. He is shown holding his head as he rests on his knees.

Oblivion stirs now, slowly getting up to his feet. The camera zooms in as we see the side of Oblivion’s body bleeding heavily. There seems to be a wooden shard driven deep into his ribs! With both hands, he rips it out of himself and tosses the bloodied dagger aside! He then points at Xplode and stumbles forward to the ring as well..

Gibson:: "WILL SOMEONE STOP THIS?!!!"

Long: "I can’t believe what I am seeing here.."

Falling forward to the ring apron, Oblivion slowly pulls himself into the ring. A trail of blood is shown where he once laid forward. Rising to one knee, he reaches for Xplode… only to be hit with the handle of the sledgehammer against his forehead!!! Xplode somehow hid the hammer under him until the right moment!! Oblivion flies backward from the impact, as Xplode tosses the hammer aside! He crawls across the mat.. And droops an arm over the heaving chest of Oblivion….

1...
2.…..
Oblivion drops his leg unto the bottom rope to break the pin!!!

Gibson: “WOW!!!”

Long:: "Both of these men are just plain killing eachother out here!"

Xplode slowly raises his head before looking down at Oblivion, pushing himself up to his feet and stumbling uneasily and looking down at his brother. Xplode stumbles backwards, falling to one knee and spitting out a small stream of blood as Oblivion pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, before managing to somehow thrust himself to his feet, his legs shaking in agony! Xplode slowly shakes his head, looking his brother in the eyes, but Oblivion stumbles forward, slapping his right hand over Xplode’s throat and looking his brother square in the eye. Xplode chokes slightly, slamming his fist against Oblivion’s forearm, but Oblivion hoists Xplode into the air before slamming him violently into the mat with a thunderous crash!

Oblivion stumbles back, falling to one knee as he clutches his side, clutching the wound there. He looks over at Xplode, whose forehead is leaking blood into a small pool on the mat before rolling out of the ring, collapsing onto one knee and throwing the ring apron up, leaning under it and pulling out a table. Oblivion looks at it, then at Xplode, the slightest bit of hesitation crossing his features before he slides it into the ring, reaching under the apron and now pulling out a small canvas bag. Oblivion slides into the ring, grasping the legs of the table and pulling them out before propping the table up in the middle of the ring, pulling up the bag…and spreading thumbtacks over the wood.

Gibson:: “…My God..both of these men are just going to murder eachother..”

Oblivion spits out a mouthful of blood onto the floor, walking over to Xplode and wrenching him up, pulling him between his legs. Oblivion doesn’t notice that Xplode now has the sledgehammer in his hand. Oblivion hoists Xplode into the air, turning around to face the table, but Xplode drives the head of the sledgehammer down, cracking it into Oblivion’s skull! Oblivion falls backwards with Xplode landing on him. Xplode throws the sledgehammer straight out of the ring before falling to one knee, looking down at his brother. Xplode presses his forehead against Oblivion’s in a show of respect, closing his eyes before opening them again, getting to his feet and dragging Oblivion up with him, rolling him stomach-first onto the wooden table and climbing up with him.

Xplode drags his brother up, crossing both arms behind his back and looking at the crowd. He gives a small nod before leaping off, slamming Oblivion’s head through the table and thumbtacks with the Drop Zone, causing the table to shatter into several wooden pieces!!!! The crowds cheer wildly as Xplode simply falls over, collapsing on top of Oblivion.

1…..2……3!!

DING DING DING!

Walt:: “Here is your winner….XPLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDEEEEEE!!”

Both men remain absolutely motionless in the middle of the ring as the fans cheer at the top of their lungs. The spotlight highlighting Oblivion's portrait fades, leaving Xplode's the lone lit portrait, signifying him as the winner of this violent battle, and one of the two last true warriors inside the ring at the moment. Inside the ring, life seems to remain absolutely still, until..Xplode stirs.

Xplode slowly pushes himself to his feet, his legs trembling. The referee rushes over, checking up on him and raises his right arm, but Xplode pulls his arm away from the referee, his gaze remaining fixed on Oblivion. Xplode stumbles back slightly away from his brother as Oblivion, somehow summoning the final remnants of strength in his battered body, pushes himself to his feet. Oblivion is holding his side, blood literally pouring down the side of his pants and ribs. He stumbles forward and grabs the near ring rope to brace himself. Across from him, Xplode is shown wiping the blood off of his forehead. He looks out at the fans and then to Oblivion, as the fans begins to suddenly cheer even louder for both men.

Crowd: THANK YOU… THANK YOU…. THANK YOU… THANK YOU!!

Gibson:”Listen to this…The fans appreciate not just what these two men have done here tonight.. But what they have done over the course of their careers! This is simply amazing!”

Long: “It is, this is what it is all about. Prestige, the biggest show in the world.. and ultimate respect.”

Xplode slowly rises to his feet and approaches Oblivion after. He looks down at his fallen brother. Oblivion seems frail and worn out as his legs shake, unable to lift him any longer. Xplode looks out at the fans.. And then to his brother…

Gibson: “What’s going to happen here?!”

Xplode suddenly grabs Oblivion and brings him to his feet! He then hugs his brother, as his brother slowly… hugs him back. The fans begin to scream loudly as they chant:

“THANK YOU!! THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU!!”

Gibson: “The brothers of prophecy have finally ended their blood feud! This is incredible! Thank you so much Xplode! Thank you Oblivion! You will be missed!!”

Xplode and Oblivion continue to embrace, and then Xplode releases him and helps Oblivion across the ring and to ringside. Oblivion can barely make it as he limps heavily, holding his rib cage. EMT’s rush to him and apply medical care to his gaping wound as Xplode helps brace his brother. The crowd is still cheering loudly as Oblivion and Xplode slowly make their way up the ramp way. Once at the entrance, Oblivion raises one bloodied fist over his shoulder in respect to the fans as they cheer along! He is then escorted out of view. Xplode stops at the entrance and looks over his shoulder. The fans cheer loudly for him as he nods in their direction. Then, he turns… and exits through the entrance. The camera cuts to a small commercial.

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OOC NOTE: ((Y’know what? Fuck it. This is something I want to do.

Oblivion? Xplode? Thank you. Thank you for absolutely everything. In leaving us with such a powerful showing between both of you, you have ensured that neither of you will ever be forgotten for as long as the EUW remains open, and for as long as one member of the EUW remains walking this Earth. Both of you have not only touched this federation, but you have touched the hearts of every single person affiliated to the EUW. From running the fed, to helping to run the fed, to competing for the fed, both of you have done your absolute damnedest for us. Even if we were to work until the end of time, our debt to both of you..MY debt to both of you could never be repaid.

Thank you, Jaden. Thank you, Obi. We will never, ever forget either of your characters, and will never forget either of you.))

[The Sky King]

The camera cuts to the entrance ramp as Mark Rivera emerges from behind the golden curtain, flanked by Sam Sneed who appears to be absolutely sullen. Rivera has a large grin etched over his face as he makes his way down the ramp, clutching a microphone in his hand. The crowd greet him with jeers as he turns left, walking up the ring steps and through the ropes into the ring. Sam Sneed follows him, walking behind him and bowing his head slightly.

Rivera:: “Ladies and Gentlemen, how has the show been?”

The crowd jeer loudly, but Rivera simply smirks, waving it off.

Rivera:: “yes, yes..Boo me, you ingrates! Boo me! This show is my creation! Prestige is all mine, the matches? All my creation! The set? Envisioned in my own mind! The EUW-Asylum is underneath my fist, and as you can see, it shows! When I get the ratings, you will all see that I am the best thing ever to happen to this company….and then, I will begin creating a new slate.

I will cast aside the shackles of EUW, and allow the Asylum to rise up, feeding on the ashes of the EUW, and become the greatest federation on the face of this planet! History will continue being made! Xplode and Oblivion? We will build more legends! Make more feuds which will shake the entire foundation of the federation! Burrows and Tenfold? We will have more championship matches that are legendary, unmissable, groundbreaking! We will bring in more new talent on the par of Justin King and Caoran Lavery, and our ranks will swell as we become simply..the greatest. Once we shed the EUW, THEN we will become the best federation, and every single one of you will witne—“

Long:: “Who the hell is that?!”

Gibson:: “Be quiet!”

The man looks at Rivera solemnly before lifting the microphone to his mouth.

Man:: “My name is Joseph Arkwright. I am one of the members of what used to be the leading Board of Directors of the EUW segment of this company.”

The crowd lets out an indecisive cheer, confused by what is ensuing. Both Long and Gibson exchange looks at Arkwrights use of the words ‘used to’.

Rivera:: “Well, it is a glorious day! One of the Board has finally summed up the balls to come and confront me face-to-face! So, tell me, what can I do for you?!”

Arkwright:: “Rivera, I want you to know that the Board of Directors are no longer the force that own the EUW.”

Rivera:: “….Wait, what?”

A small rumble rolls across the crowd as small jeers go up.

Arkwright:: “You heard me: The Board of Directors no longer outright own the EUW portion of the EUW-Asylum brand that currently controls this wrestling program.”

A small grin cuts across Rivera’s face. Sneed looks crestfallen, and somewhat nervous as he looks edgily at Rivera. Rumbles of jeers and boos roll through the crowd as Rivera drops his arm down, looking at Sneed with a complete shit-eating grin that lets him and the crowd know that Mark Rivera has effectively won the battle. Without an opposing force in the EUW sector of the brand, Rivera could effectively own both brands, helming the entire product and the financial riches it provides. Sneed quickly moves to Rivera, whispering something in his ear. Rivera’s grin doesn’t fade, but he does look up, quickly lifting his microphone.

Rivera:: “My assistant brought up a good point: You’re choosing your words carefully, aren’t you? So tell me, is the Board still in a position of power?”

Arkwright:: “Yes.”

The crowd seem to lighten up somewhat, a few cheers mixed in with the scattering cheers. Rivera’s grin fades slightly, knowing that mopping up the entire EUW-Asylum brand is still a job that needs work. Rivera looks at Sneed, who slowly shakes his head. Rivera simply ignores him, turning back to Arkwright.

Rivera:: “Alright, you fucking patsy, cut the droning and let’s get down to actual business, shall we?! You say you’re not in control, but you’re in a position of power? What the hell are you talking about?”

Arkwright:: “Rivera, within the past twenty-four hours, a wealthy investor has recently completed a takeover of the remnants of the EUW brand. The stockholders unanimously agreed that, while we should step down in running the entirety of the brand, we should remain in a position of power, acting as an actual Board of Directors and not as several Chairmen of the Board. It is the belief of our stockholders that mistakes were made on our behalf, and that…too many cooks spoiled the broth. Therefore, that one investor will now act as Chairman of the Board under our guidance. The stockholders, as well as the Board itself, agreed that the decision would be best, and that it would help the EUW thrive once more.”

A small cheer shoots up from the crowd as Rivera’s face falls.

Rivera:: “Hold on, hold on..The EUW is DEAD. D-E-A-D, DEAD. Dead as a goddamn doorknob. As long as I remain as the CEO of the company, then you cannot revive the EUW brand, and you cannot remove me from power, or else I am going to sue your asses back to the Stone Age! You think your board is so smart, just allowing a takeover to occur under my nose? Well, I have news for you, Joe, and that is that Mark Rivera is staying right here!”

A huge jeer erupts from the crowd, which Rivera simply waves aside. Arkwright sighs, slipping a hand onto his trouser pocket as he takes a few steps to the left.

Arkwright:: “Yes, Rivera..You are right. If we fire you, you can take the Asylum brand, the funding, and you can sue us, thus causing the EUW to collapse under the financial strain. Without you, we are essentially nothing…..That’s why we needed a leader who was ruthless. We needed a helmsman who, if you do leave, could transfer and mix power with ease. We needed someone who could bear the financial brunt of the—“

Arkwright suddenly stops, looking to his right at the golden curtain which is thrown aside. The remaining five ex-Chairmen who now form the Board of Directors emerge from behind the curtain with their hands clasped over their laps. Rivera simply laughs, looking at Sneed, then back at the Board who are stood in a semi-circle in front of the curtain. Arkwright hands the microphone to the Director to his right, who hands it to his right, to a Director standing at the top of the ramp.

Director:: “Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Thomas Harvey. It is time that we began to expose the deepest gears of our company to you, at least. I know that this entire event is confusing, perhaps even unnecessary in the eyes many of you, but rest assured that what has occurred in the last twenty-four hours is of utmost importance. Rivera has helmed most of the ownership of the company, running everything from the books to the hiring of talent. While we do hold some degree of ownership, we are effectively powerless without a figurehead or a CEO, the role which Rivera holds. If we depose of Rivera, as we so want to….The EUW would die. Simple as that.”

Rivera nods triumphantly as the crowd jeer loudly.

Rivera:: “Shut up! I am smart! I disposed of every single figurehead that these bastards threw at me, from Kennedy to Ellis, and took the prime position of power for myself! All they can do is sit and watch as the Asylum grows, leeching off of the dying EUW brand, and soon, your entire brand will collapse to the fucking ground, name and all, and from it’s ashes…THE ASYLUM WILL LIVE WITHOUT A CRUTCH!!”

A huge jeer erupts from the crowd.

Harvey:: “That may be true Rivera, and you may hold a position from which we cannot remove you, which is why—“

Rivera:: “Oh, I forgot, this mysterious figurehead! Well, you know what? FUCK HIM OR HER! Do you think I care? I am remaining right here, so bring in this new person! Conduct all the half-brained schemes you want, because I am not moving from this place, and that is final.”

Harvey:: “Rivera, I assure you that the EUW will soon—“

”Power” by Kanye West feat. Dwele begins to pulse throughout the arena, the song pouring from the sound system as the Board of Directors look behind them. Thomas Harvey takes a few steps to the right, away from the ramp. Twenty five seconds, the backing beat of the song fades.

’No one man should have all that power.’

As that one lyric pours over the crowd, the golden curtain is suddenly shoved aside as the figurehead walks through the curtain.

The crowd explodes into cheers. Sam Sneed takes a few steps back, turning slightly away from Rivera who appears to be turning an odd shade of mauve, his face displaying utmost shock as none other than Maynard Hetfield walks into view, hands raised triumphantly into the air as he bathes in the cheers. Hetfield lowers his hands, adjusting his red silk tie, straightening his white collar and dusting off his navy suit jacket, taking his time to revel in the crowds abnormally positive reaction, who seem to be simply glad to have someone to shut Rivera up at least. Hetfield holds out his right hand, and Harvey quickly hands him the microphone. Hetfield looks over his shoulder, twitching his head forward to motion at someone. “Big” Dave Markinson, wearing a large suit, the midriff of which seems to padded out by supports for his injured back, follows Hetfield as he begins to make his way down the ramp, nodding at the crowds reaction.

Rivera snaps his head to the right, looking angrily at Sneed and stomping over to him, yelling unintelligibly in his face. Sneed repeatedly shakes his head, trying to explain something as Hetfield takes a quick jog forward, hopping onto the ring apron on one knee and pushing himself up, climbing through the ring ropes and into the ring, still clutching the microphone. Markinson slowly walks up the steel ring steps, moving slowly as he climbs carefully the ropes, standing behind Hetfield who is now in the lower-left corner of the ring, looking opposite him at Rivera. Rivera quickly turns his head, looking at Hetfield who gives a small grin and a mocking wave as “Power” fades from the sound system.

Hetfield:: “Hi Mark! Remember me?”

Rivera spits out something venomous as the crowd cheer loudly. Hetfield slowly shakes his head.

Hetfield:: “You decided to revoke my World Title shot, that shot I worked my ass for. You decided to shunt me off the roster, knowing that I wanted to use Prestige to claim my spot as emperor. Guess what, Rivera? I KEPT MY FUCKING PROMISE!”

Rivera looks around angrily as Hetfield laughs loudly, Sneed remaining in the corner behind Rivera.

Rivera:: “Are you that fucking deluded?! YOU ARE NOTHING! NOTHING BUT A FALSE SYMBOL FOR THESE MORONS! A FALSE IDOL! YOU ARE NO MORE AN EMPEROR THAN I AM THE KING OF TIBET!!”

Hetfield:: “Ah, but Rivera, you’re wrong: See, I already have a CEO lined up for the job—No, it’s not me.”

The crowds cheers, which started mid-sentence, die down somewhat, but remain shaking the arena.

Hetfield:: “No. I don’t think it would be fair to act as both Chairman and take the CEOs job for myself, would it? I want to keep my finger on the button, but I don’t want to make people vomit by overexposing myself to them. Of course, there is one obstacle in the way of us: You.”

Rivera:: “And you will never get rid of me! The Asylum will live fore—“

Hetfield:: “For as long as I fucking let it, and it’s too bad that you are shit out of luck, my thick-skulled friend, because I am going to make the EUW grow by doing something so simple: By letting it swallow the Asylum brand. You seem to forget, Mark, that your existence still depends on the existence of the EUW, and we still control half of the company. Our name is on absolutely everything: Merchandise, the belts, the superstars contracts, hell, even the company’s headquarters are half in our name. All you do, Rivera, is control the show and how it is ran. The hub of power, sure, but it’s not something that cannot be wrestled from your grip.”

Rivera:: “You want the contracts? You want this show and company to become the EUW once again? Then fine, but I’ll see your ass in court—“

Hetfield:: “Try me, Mark. I have an ex-wife. I’ve been through divorce proceedings. I feel no pain on that front. But, I’d rather not piss around with a lawsuit, so…..you’re right. You get to keep your position as the helmsman of the Asylum and the CEO of this grand old wrestling venture.”

Rivera:: “Good, now get the hell out—“

Hetfield:: “No, I own this ring, you idiot. I paid damn good money for it. Me and my father talked about it, looked over the company, and went about contacting stockholders, who were absolutely pissed with you completely and utterly tearing apart the roster, making people leave, and even leaving the urinals without those little urinal cakes the fans love to piss on. Turns out, you’re about as popular as a mongoose in a cobra’s den, so needless to say, all me and my father had to was cough up the cash to buy the company, and it was absolutely easy. I may hate the man, but it was a mutual agreement: He gets more money in his pocket in a global powerhouse of a company, and I get to sit at the top of the food chain and take the mother of all pisses on anyone and everyone who pissed me off. So, Rivera. Hello.”

Rivera:: “Sorry, little boy, but you don’t have shit on me. I’ll see you in court, since that’s what you want.”

Rivera drops his microphone, climbing out of the ring. Dave walks forward, but Hetfield stops him, walking into the middle of the ring and turning to look at Rivera who hops to the outside, walking up the ramp slowly.

Hetfield:: “I don’t want to fire you, Mark……I don’t NEED to.”

Rivera stops, frozen for a few seconds, before shaking his head and continuing up the ramp.

Hetfield:: “Cause I know something you know!”

Rivera stops again, looking confused and irritated, shaking his head and continuing up the ramp again. Hetfield giggles slightly.

Hetfield:: “I KNOW WHAT’S IN THE BRIE-IE-IEFCASE!!”

The fans appear confused, but Rivera stops suddenly, twisting around roughly and looking at Hetfield with a half-furious, half-frightened expression. Hetfield bounces giddily, but Sneed quickly shakes his head. Rivera gulps, wiping his brow and turning around, walking up the ramp. Dave Markinson slowly turns to Sam Sneed, walking over to him and towering over him, looking down at him. Sneed slowly looks up, gulping quietly.

Hetfield:: “The time is coming, Rivera! This federation isn’t big enough for the both of us!”

Dave grabs Sneed by the collar, pulling him forward. Hetfield turns around, making a swift hand motion as Dave lets go of Sneed, who jolts forward and slams to the canvas, rolling quickly out of the ring under the bottom rope and bolting up the ramp, even out-running Mark Rivera and heading out through the curtain. Hetfield turns to Dave, saying something in hushed tones before turning to the crowd and throwing his arms up, causing the crowd to cheer loudly once more.

Hetfield:: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the next era in this company has begun.”

Hetfield drops the microphone as “Power” by Kanye West feat. Dwele begins to play over the sound system once more. Hetfield pats Dave’s chest, turning to look up the ramp and giving a small clap, forcing the Board of Directors to turn around and exit through the curtain. The camera quickly pans to Hetfield, who adjusts his tie once more, now with a more serious expression on his face as the camera cuts to commercial.

[The Sky King]

Main Event
EUW-Asylum World Championship
No Holds Barred
TITAN (c) vs Brett Cross vs Chuck Johnson

The camera returns, snapping towards the ring where John Walt is standing, ready to announce the Main Event that everyone has been waiting for

Walt: “The following match is scheduled for one fall, it will be for the EUW-Asylum World Championship! Coming to the ring first, he is the King of the Asylum… BRETT CROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The guitar intro of "Hermod's Ride to Hel" by Amon Amarth begins to blare out of the PA system, hitting 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. The portrait of Cross hanging above the stage, notable one of the three portraits taller than the others, is highlighted by a vivid blue spotlight.

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, turning to the ramp.

Gibson: “These fans are really into Cross here. This is a man who has been in this spot a few times in the past, and has come up short. He is hell bent on making it count this time. The next man he will share the ring with will challenge him though.”

Long: “Agreed. Cross is an enigma. This could be his night.”

Walt: “And coming to the ring next.”

The fans begin to scream and cheer instantly, standing up to their feet!!!!

Walt:”He is… the Angry Redneck… CHUCK JOHNSON!!!!!”

"Whup A Man's Ass" by Trace Adkins begins to play as Chuck Johnson steps out unto the stage. He does not stop or respond to the fans at all, instead choosing to continue down the rampway and towards the ring. He is dressed in blue jean shorts and a oak-print camoflage hunting jacket. Notably, CJ is alone, his two managers opting to presumably support him from the backstage. To the left of Cross’s portrait above the stage, a second is lit up, revealing the evil smirk of Chuck Johnson in a khaki green spotlight. Upon arriving at ringside, CJ rolls into the ring the bottom rope, he raises both hands above his head quickly, and then leans against the ropes a few times against his back. With a nod, he signals that he is ready for the match to begin, looking over at Cross who sneers at him. The fans, however, are cheering wildly.

Gibson: “OH WOW! LISTEN TO THESE FANS!! CJ has gained a following here not seen since Oblivion! The world is behind Chuck tonight. He will have to perform the impossible here. Who would have thought that CJ would go from the unemployment line a year ago.. To the main even of Prestige. Can he do it? Can he cement his place in history?!”

Long: “CJ has already done the impossible. Over the last few weeks, he has defeated not just Cross but TITAN as well to get him a place in this match. I have to ask though, how much is left in the tank?”

CJ and Cross stare at one another in the ring as the two pace back and forth. The fans are screaming loudly. The lights dim down to a blood red hue. Immediately, the fans stand up to their feet and boo as camera flashes sprinkle the arena. “Right Now” by Korn begins to play as smoke machines release their contents upon the stage. The stage lights emit a strobe as the camera quickly cuts to John Walt.

Walt: “Coming to the ring, he is the EUW-Asylum Champion of the World!.. TITAN!“

The fans really respond now as trash is thrown at the stage area! Stepping out into view, TITAN is seen. The EUW-Asylum Championship is shown buckled around his waist. He bounces in place as the fog surrounds his legs and feet. Looking down at the stage, he bounces a bit more until he suddenly jumps in to the air, a violent, golden pyrotechnic explosion rocks the arena behind him as he lands! TITAN makes his way down the ramp way now as the fans scream at him, a scarlet red spotlight shining on TITAN’s portrait hanging above the stage. He arrives as the ringside area only to look over his shoulder. The camera zooms in on his face as he grimaces. He then proceeds to hop to the ringside area, climbing up onto the apron, grasping the top rope and easily hopping overit. The fans continue to respond as TITAN heads to the center of the stage, only to raise the Championship in the air over his head. Behind him, camera flashes litter the background. The lights then brighten to normal as he heads to his upper-left corner, ready now to begin the match.

Gibson: “TITAN is the most hated world in the ring right now. He does what he wished, when he wishes. His mouth runs rampant often, and he has retired quite a laundry list of names. Yet, he backs up everything that he says and has become one of the most dominating men in EUW history. A win here today could cement him on the list of the all time greats and the scary part is.. I don’t see anyone else who could stop him should he win here tonight.”

Long: “I have always said that TITAN is scary out there. I have never seen a dominating man on his level. TITAN needs to send a message here tonight.. And I think he will.”

Gibson: “ Let’s not forget his opponents though. This is Cross’s dream to be in this spot. Johnson has shown the ability to defy the odds as well. This is anyone’s game..”

All three men wait for the bell to start the match. Cross is confidently leaning in his corner while Johnson is shown pointing to the fans and clapping his hands, getting the fans cheering. Across from them both, TITAN removes the World Title from his waist and looking at both Johnson and Cross. He licks his lips and grits his teeth as he bounces in place.

DING DING DING!

TITAN launches out of the corner like a man possessed! He lunges at Cross and grabs him hard! CJ meets them both at center ring and kicks TITAN in the knee, causing TITAN to release Cross! TITAN responds by elbowing Johnson hard in the jaw and flooring the redneck! Cross brings TITAN in for a hard headlock, but TITAN shoves him away.. Only to unleash a big boot into the face of the Viking and send him to the mat hard! Before TITAN can even respond, Johnson gets to his feet, slamming a right fist into TITAN’s temple! TITAN reels back slightly as Johnson begins to unleash several vicious rights into TITAN’s temple before giving him the bird and hitting a swift left into the side of his jaw. TITAN is left reeling back into the left-hand set of ropes now as Johnson rushes at him, aiming for a clothesline. TITAN quickly raises his foot, and Johnson takes the brunt of it into his mouth. Johnson stumbles back and TITAN walks out, but Johnson doubles down, charging the behemoth and tackling him to the ground with a Spear!

Johnson quickly gets to his feet, grasping TITAN’s thick neck and pulling him up to his feet. Cross is back up now, and he walks over to TITAN, delivering a thunderous boot into his abdomen and causing him to double over. Cross headbutts TITAN, and Johnson hits a swift left hand punch to TITAN. Cross repeats the headbutt, and Johnson repeats the punch, followed by Cross lifting his boot and slamming it into TITAN’s head, causing the giant to collapse to the mat in a crumpled heap.

Gibson: “Look at this! CJ and Cross are somewhat working together?”

Long: “I think that is a smart thing to do. TITAN is that damn strong..”

However, Cross turns to Johnson, grasping him by his neck and hoisting him up high into the air! Johnson quickly cups his hands together, swinging them downwards and cracking them into the top of Cross’s skull with a double axe handle. Cross reels slightly, and Johnson lashes his left foot out, kicking the mastodon in the chest. Cross lets go of Johnson, allowing the redneck to move behind Cross and leap up, locking both arms around Cross’s head and neck, dragging him down slightly and locking in a Sleeper Hold. Cross struggles violently, swinging an elbow back and catching Johnson in the abdomen. Johnson releases the hold, reeling backwards as Cross turns around. Johnson charges forward, slamming his shoulder into the abdomen of Cross who simply shakes his head. Johnson responds by booting Cross in the abdomen. Cross doubles over, and Johnson pulls his head between his legs.

Johnson goes to lift Cross up, but TITAN is back up onto his feet. TITAN quickly walks over to Johnson, slapping a hand around his throat and pushing him forward, forcing him to release Cross. Johnson slams a fist down into TITAN’s forearm, but TITAN simply lifts him into the air before slamming him down brutally into the mat with a huge Chokeslam! TITAN then turns to Cross, who is one knee, before delivering a swift kick to the side of his head, sending him crumpling to the mat.

TITAN looks down at his two fallen opponents as the crowd boos loudly. He then grabs Cross by the hair and brings him to his feet. He scoops up Cross easily and plants him with a stiff body slam! Johnson stumbles to his feet as well only to be gripped by the neck by TITAN! TITAN picks up Johnson by the neck and then hoists him with two hands over his head! TITAN lifts Johnson and lowers him slightly, mimicking lifting a barbell over his head and grinning evilly before throwing Johnson down, slamming him hard into the mat with a gorilla press slam!! In full control, TITAN stomps Johnson hard as the fans continue to jeer loudly!

TITAN turns to face Cross and helps him to his feet. He then smiles at Cross and Irish Whips him hard to the corner of the ring! Cross hit’s the turnbuckle hard, causing the Viking to have his feet lift off the mat! TITAN then charges Cross only to be kicked with a Big Boot from Cross now!! TITAN stumbles forward with a hand pressed against his cheek as Cross walks towards him and locks in a full nelson! TITAN struggles a moment, flailing his arms slightly until Cross lifts TITAN off the mat and plants him down hard with a full nelson slam!!!

Long: “Nice!”

Cross looks down at TITAN until he is grabbed by his hair and swung around by Johnson! Johnson begins to unleash a rain of huge right-hand punches into the face and jaw of Cross, backing the Viking up slowly. Cross shoves Johnson away, swinging a wild forearm at Johnson, one he ducks under easily! Johnson then kicks Cross in the gut and tries for the Hangover!! Cross regroups quickly though and shoves him away. Johnson turns around, but Cross quickly doubles over before spearing Johnson into the mat hard with a thunderous crash! Cross steps back up to his feet and turns around, just in time to side step TITAN! TITAN comes up empty as Cross steps aside and then grabs him around the waist! Cross lifts him into the air after but drops TITAN after TITAN elbows him hard to the jaw!

TITAN takes advantage of the mishap by bringing Cross in for the DDT and falling backward! Both men hit the mat hard causing the very ring to shake! TITAN rolls onto his stomach to get up to his feet but is hit in the face with a baseball slide by Chuck Johnson!! The crowd begins to cheer loudly!! Johnson then rushes to Cross and begins to stomp him a few times before pulling him up to his feet by his hair. Cross is ever so slightly beginning to reel now, allowing Johnson to pull him between his legs. Johnson can only lift him slightly, but he still manages to drive the skull of Cross into the mat with a Piledriver! Johnson rolls Cross onto his back before hooking the leg for the pin..

1…..2…..Cross kicks out!!

Johnson rises up off of Cross..only to be hoisted right off his feet by an angered world champion!!! TITAN raises him high into the air and brings Johnson down hard unto his broad shoulder!! TITAN then runs across the ring and drives CJ hard into the mat with a thunderous Powerslam as Johnson lands with his arms outstretched, splayed out on the mat following the devastating show of power! TITAN sits up on his knees and then tries to smother Johnson with a forearm against his neck, driving hard fists into Johnson’s face while leaning in with all of his body weight! Johnson fights it off as best as possible but takes a few shots to the face, causing his cheek bone to swell up!

TITAN continues to lean on Johnson as Cross stirs from across the ring. He sees the battle taking place and rises to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs. TITAN pulls back for a huge haymaker on Johnson, only to have his arm grabbed by Cross!!! The crowd cheers loudly as Cross yanks TITAN off of Johnson who remains downed and the two giants stand face to face! TITAN is shown talking shit to Cross as Cross grits his teeth! Finally…

Johnson summons his last reserves of strength, forcing himself to his feet and giving a shrill whistle at the top of his lungs. TITAN and Cross turn to him, and Johnson lunges forward, slamming both of his arms into their chests and drops them both with a double clothesline!! All three men fall to the mat below!!!!

Gibson: “What a damn good match here! All three men are taking it to one another!”

Long: “TITAN has definitely made his presence felt here, but Cross seems to have shrugged off the most of it. It’s CJ that worries me at this point judging from the damage on his face.”

Gibson: “This is what it is all about… Prestige.. The main event… the World Title on the line.”

The crowd cheers “CJ! CJ! CJ! CJ!!” as all three men stir on the mat below. The ref is shown watching uneasily as it is Johnson who raises his head first! The fans cheer as we see that Johnson’s right eye has now swollen over from the thunderous blows dealt to him by TITAN earlier in the match. He grips the bottom rope and pulls himself to his feet. Slowly he rises, his muscles stretching and not giving up. Finally fully upright again, he leans against the ropes as Cross is rising now next to TITAN. Johnson shakes his head in frustration as he approaches Cross.

Johnson lays into Cross with a hard elbow to the forehead. Johnson then does the same to TITAN! Johnson to Cross… then to TITAN again!!! Finally, Johnson nails Cross and sends him to the mat below! TITAN is getting up until Johnson tackles the World Champion to the mat. He then straddles TITAN reminiscent of what TITAN had done to him earlier!! With the fans cheering, Johnson begins to pummel TITAN until finally a hard elbow hits TITAN right below the left eye socket!! TITAN’s head snaps back sickenly as he suddenly goes limp! Now fully amped up, Johnson rises up off of TITAN with hands raised in victory! The crowd cheers loudly!

Long: “What the hell are you doing, you idiot!?! PIN HIM!!! QUIT WASTING TIME!!”

Cross is back on his feet now but Johnson meets him instantly. Johnson unleashes a hellish right and then goes for a body slam, only to be shoved away. Cross then grabs Johnson and applies a bear hug! Johnson flails his arms in agony! The fans begin screaming, pushing Johnson not to give up as Cross holds on to the hold! Johnson’s arms suddenly go limp, his head lolling slightly as the vice-like grip on his body slowly tightens with brute strength.

Gibson: “This could be it! Brett Cross could be the next champion of the world! All of the hard work, the patience, the stamina.. All in the name of this one moment!!!”

Cross leans into Johnson as the redneck remains motionless in his arms. As the ref raises an arm to check on Johnson’s welfare, TITAN suddenly explodes out of no where and grasps Cross’s hair, banging Johnson’s and Cross’s heads together!! Cross releases Johnson and lets him drop lifelessly to the mat below as he turns to face TITAN with one hand on his face! TITAN’s face is pretty damaged as he kicks Cross in the gut and then lifts him into the air in a seated position!! With the strength of a titan, TITAN slams Cross into the mat with a power bomb.. And then another… and finally… another!!!!

Gibson: “The Devastator!!!! TITAN NAILED THE DEVASTATOR ON CROSS!!!”

Cross lands on his back, out cold. TITAN then raises a closed fist and signals for his finisher.. The Mass Effect! Across the ring, Chuck Johnson slowly rolls over on his side, shaking off the cobwebs! TITAN waits, looking down at Cross and slowly stalking his prey. Before Cross can rise, however, Johnson is back on his feet and he walks over to TITAN, tapping him on the shoulder. TITAN, slightly underwhelmed, turns around, only to met by a thunderous headbutt from Johnson! TITAN stumbles back, clutching his lower lip in agony as it begins to flow with blood as Johnson begins unleashing several right hands into TITAN. TITAN stumbles backwards against the ropes behind him and Johnson takes a few steps backwards before charging TITAN, arm outstretched, and clotheslines him straight over the top rope, sending the mastodon tumbling to the outside!

Johnson turns to Cross, who is now rising to his feet. Seeing his opportunity, Johnson lashes out, kicking Cross in the abdomen before twisting away from him, driving his head down into his shoulder with the Hangover! The crowd goes absolutely wild as Cross stumbles to his feet, reeling violently..only for Johnson to grab Cross’s head, lunge down and hit a second Hangover! Cross collapses backwards, splayed onto the mat as Johnson crawls over, desperately pinning Cross.

1…..2…..

TITAN quickly slides in, grasping Johnson’s left foot and dragging him off of Cross. Johnson slaps the mat in sheer frustration, having had his opportunity to become World Champion torn from him. Johnson gets to his feet and turns around as TITAN gets to his feet. Johnson lunges out to kick TITAN in the abdomen, but TITAN catches his leg, throwing it down to the mat before lunging forward, steamrolling Johnson with a thunderous Clothesline! Johnson hits the mat with a crash as TITAN turns to Cross, grasping the giant by his hair and hauling him to his feet, but Cross responds by flinging his head forward, headbutting TITAN’s mouth! TITAN’s lip splits open further now as it begins to visibly swell, weeping blood. TITAN hits a quick right to Cross, but Cross responds by slapping both of his hands over TITAN’s throat, lifting the giant into the air before slamming him down to the canvas with a thunderous crash!

Cross angrily turns to Johnson, looking down at him before leaning down and grasping him by his throat, leaning down and lifting him into a military press position before turning to face the announce table. Cross takes a few steps back before quickly moving forward.

Gibson: “…Oh…my…God.”

Long:: “RUN, YOU IDIOT!!”

Gibson:: “I hate gravity!!”

Cross throws Johnson over the top rope as Gibson and Long quickly grasp their headsets cables, pulling them with them as both men scramble to the left, pushing over their chairs as Johnson slams violently into the top of the announce table with a sickening crunch! The crowd wince in vicarious agony as Johnson is left splayed on the announce table, shortly before he rolls to the right, rolling off of the announce table and hitting the mats on the outside with a soft thud.

Cross now turns to TITAN, leaning down and pulling him up to his feet. TITAN responds by quickly hitting Cross with a hook to his left kidney, followed by a swift kick to the back of his right leg. Cross reels enough for TITAN to lock his arms around Cross, lifting him slightly and turning him towards the middle of the ring before lunging forward, slamming the beast into the mat with a thunderous Spinebuster which causes the ring to shake!

TITAN leans down, grasping Cross’s hair and leaning down, lifting him onto his shoulders for the Mass Effect! Cross’s sheer size causes problems for TITAN, who stumbles slightly, but ends up half-squatting, keeping a tight grip on Cross who now begins to struggle. Before TITAN can even begin to execute the move, Cross delivers an elbow backwards into the side of TITANs head, forcing him to release the hold. Cross slides over TITAN’s back and TITAN twists around, only for Cross to belt him with a thunderous Polish Hammer! The Hammer Mjolnir! TITAN crumbles to the mat and Cross falls to his knees, hooking TITAN’s leg.

1……2…….3-

Before the hand comes down, Johnson slides in, barely managing to pull Cross off of TITAN enough for TITAN to thrust a shoulder up! Johnson gets up to his feet as Cross storms up, absolutely livid! Cross charges Johnson with a clothesline, but Johnson ducks, twisting around and moving towards the middle of the ring. Cross yells out angrily, charging forward with his boot raised. Johnson quickly ducks under the boot, but Cross ends up booting the referee square in the head! With enough force to knock a battleship itself unconscious, the referee tumbles violently across the mat and to the outside. Johnson turns around, kicking Cross in the abdomen before grasping his neck and driving him down into his shoulder with the Hangover! Cross stumbles back, rebounding off the ropes close behind him and stumbling forward, allowing Johnson to dive to the mat, bringing Cross down with a drop toe hold before stepping over Cross’s leg with both of his, locking it in position before locking his right arm around Cross’s neck, locking in the Redneck Justice!! (STF) Cross seems just about ready to tap, TITAN is out from earlier, but the referee is outside and unconscious!!

Suddenly, at the top of the ramp, Maynard Hetfield emerges from behind the golden curtain, motioning violently towards the backstage area. Mark Rivera walks out hesitantly, holding a referee’s shirt in his hands and looking at Hetfield, who points at the ring and tells him to move as Johnson tightens the hold, Cross pushing up on his hands but failing to remove Johnson from his body! Rivera looks at the ring hesitantly, but Hetfield simply wrenches the shirt from Rivera, tearing off his suit jacket, tie and shirt and donning the referee shirt, pulling it over his body before running down to the ring!

Long:: “Oh, that ass can barely go five seconds without putting himself in the spotlight!”

Gibson:: “What the fuck was Rivera doing messing around up there?!”

Long:: “Oh, jeez, let me think: TITAN is his special hand-picked champion. Could that POSSIBLY have anything to do with it, Sherlock?!”

Hetfield slides in under the bottom rope, scuttling towards Cross and Johnson and getting up to one knee. Johnson looks at Hetfield, whom he effectively replaced, but tightens the hold even harder as Cross’s right hand hovers over the mat. Hetfield asks Cross if he wants to give up. Cross shakes his head violently, pushing up onto his arms. However, TITAN is now back up onto his feet and he walks over to Johnson, grasping him by his back and wrenching him off of Cross who falls flat onto the canvas! Johnson turns to TITAN who quickly knees him in the abdomen before twisting him around and throwing him over the top rope, turning to Cross! Rivera screams from the top of the ramp for TITAN to finish the match!

TITAN walks over to Cross, grasping his hair and pulling him to his feet before leaning down and laying him over his shoulders. The weakened Cross doesn’t struggle, and TITAN spins out, driving the skull of Cross into the mat with the Mass Effect!!! Cross thunders into the mat with a violent crash as TITAN rolls Cross onto his back, hooking his leg! Hetfield gets down to one knee. Johnson scrambles up, pulling himself to his feet and sliding in.

1……2……3!

DING DING DING!

Walt:: “Here is your winner…AND STILL EUW-ASYLUM WORLD CHAMPION!!! TIIIIIIIIITAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!”

Johnson just grasped TITAN’s leg as Hetfield counted the pin. TITAN storms up to his feet, raising his fists to the sky and bellowing loudly as Hetfield walks over to the ropes near the announce tables, taking the title belt from the timekeeper before walking over to TITAN. TITAN looks down at Hetfield, sneering at him as Hetfield hands him the title. Both men appear to exchange brief words, with TITAN snarling at Hetfield, but Hetfield simply shrugs, handing him the World Championship. TITAN snatches the Championship before placing it in his left hand, raising it high into the air! Hetfield raises the right arm of TITAN as scarlet confetti begins to rain from the rafters!

Gibson:: “Looks like it’s raining blood.”

Long:: “Ever since TITAN’s been here? It has been.”

Gibson:: “…Well, congratulations to TITAN! Still World Champion, but…damn, I feel sorry for Chuck Johnson here. Close, yet no cigar.”

Rivera rushes down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. Hetfield takes a few steps away, squatting down and checking Cross as Rivera stands beside TITAN, raising his right arm up high into the air! TITAN grins before pulling his arm away, looking up at the confetti and letting out a cold, cruel laugh before jogging over to the upper-left turnbuckle and hopping to the second rope, climbing up and raising the World Championship high above his head as six bursts of red pyro blast out from the other three turnbuckles!

Vernon and Willie, Chuck’s managers who remained in the back, quickly make their way down to ringside to Chuck’s side. Chuck rolls out of the ring with his hands on his hips, looking absolutely dejected, but Vernon pats Chuck on the back, re-assuring him that he fought well and that he can fight for the title again. Hetfield leans down, wrapping Cross’s right arm over his back and helping him up slightly. Cross shoves Hetfield away, stumbling against the ropes as the confetti continues to rain down.

The camera finally focuses solely on TITAN, standing high above the other occupants of the ring and the surrounding area as he climbs directly onto the top rope, raising the title as high as he can and letting out a primal war cry as the camera fades to black, still showing the reigning World Champion standing on top of the world.