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Post by The Sky King on Jan 17, 2012 5:25:36 GMT -5
PRESTIGE 2011 The scene starts off with buzzing static. After a few seconds, the feed quickly cuts back to a recap of that fateful night in November. 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!!!In unison, almost every single member of the crowd leap from their seats and to their feet, going absolutely ballistic and roaring loudly. 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!!!”The camera cuts to static, and then to Oblivion and Xplode's violent match. We see Oblivion spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the floor, walking over to Xplode and wrenching him up, pulling him between his legs. 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 violently.The crowds cheer wildly as Xplode simply falls over, collapsing on top of Oblivion. 1…..2……3!!Walt:: “Here is your winner….XPLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDEEEEEE!!” The camera cuts to static once more before cutting to the scene with Maynard Hetfield, Dave Markinson, Mark Rivera and Sam Sneed, all in the ring at once. 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.” The camera cuts to static a final time before cutting to the ring, with Hetfield sliding in under the bottom rope, scuttling towards Cross and Johnson and getting up to one knee. Johnson looks at Hetfield, 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 gets 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! The camera twists to Rivera who 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! Walt:: “Here is your winner… AND STILL EUW-ASYLUM WORLD CHAMPION!!! TIIIIIIIIITAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!” The camera cuts to static following a shot of TITAN raising the World Championship high above his head. The static fades to black.  |
 "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to the EUW-Asylum, here in 2012! After a month-long break, the EUW-Asylum is ready to begin again! Here we are, on a Monday Night, with Monday Night Vengeance!" Gibson: "Indeed. While we do have absences from certain talent, nevertheless we have new superstars looking to break the mould, and we have old superstars looking to battle it out as they claim their stakes to greatness!" Long: "We even have a rematch from Prestige: It's Lavery and Young, going one-on-one in a no holds barred match in tonights main event!" Gibson: "We'll also be hearing from the champion, TITAN, following his successful defence of the championship at Prestige, and what about Maynard Hetfield? Will he show up? And what will happen to Rivera, Sidney?" Long: "Well, as you can see: Begin Again. Maynard Hetfield has been busy during the course of December with various dealings with the roster and within the company itself, but he has promised to keep the EUW-Asylum afloat for as long as possible. Nevertheless, he promised something big at Prestige, and said he knew what was in that briefcase that Rivera always kept close at hand. I, personally, think it's a sandwich." Gibson:: ".....Why would Hetfield go ballistic over a sandwich?" Long:: "I never said it was an educated guess, alright?!" Gibson: "Nevertheless, it's time to kick off proceedings with two debuts: Michael Snow and Spike Spearow, going one-on-one, and it's up next!" |
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Post by The Sky King on Jan 17, 2012 5:29:15 GMT -5
Singles Match
Standard Rules
Michael Snow vs Spike Spearow The camera cuts to the ramp, focusing on the curtain. "Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites" by Skrillex begins playing over the sound system. All the fans start cheering before dying down a bit before suddenly over the sound system you hear "YES! OH MY GOD!" The bass drop hits on the song and out comes Spike dancing and jumping with the music on every single beat. He quickly begins to make his way down the ramp energetically, slapping the hands of fans. Halfway down the ramp, Spearow turns, grasping the crowd barrier and hopping over it into the crowd, still bouncing to the music as he heads through the front row towards the ringside area. Walt:: "Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds..."THE HUMAN UPBEAT", SPIKE! SPEEEAAARRRROOOOWWWWWWW!!" When he reaches ringside, he pauses, dancing with some of the more energetic fans in the front row who have since jumped to their feet and began dancing in time with the music. After a few seconds, Spearow quickly hi-fives each fan, grasping the barrier and hopping back over before jolting forward and rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. He runs towards the upper-left turnbuckle, hopping onto the second rope while still banging his head. Even as "Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites" is replaced by "As Eyes On Fire (Zed's Dead Remix)" by Blue Foundation begins, Spike Spearow remains bouncing on his feet as he hops down from the turnbuckle, watching the ramp where slow flames burn across a screen covering the entrance. It continues to burn for a few seconds, before it seemingly splits in two, revealing Michael Snow, who steps through the flames, eyes fixed on the ring, his expression stoic and neutral as he makes his way down the ramp, his gaze not faltering once. Walt:: "And his opponent, from Suffolk, England, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds....MICHAEL!! SNOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!" Snow reaches the bottom of the ramp, cracking his knuckles and his neck before rolling in under the bottom rope. Once inside the ring, he pulls himself up, walking towards the centre of the ring where he turns to the crowd, holding up one fist which causes crimson flares to blast out from the turnbuckle with a noisy explosion. Spearow flinches slightly, but remains focused and confident, watching as Snow slowly lowers his fist, turning to Spearow but remaining in the centre of the ring, glaring at him. The referee watches unsurely, but motions to the timekeeper.. DING DING DING!Spearow immediately darts out of his corner, straight towards Snow and leaps up, slamming his feet into Snow’s chest with a dropkick. Snow is caught by surprise and stumbles backwards into his corner, only for Spearow to leap straight up onto his feet and lunge forward, slamming his forearm into the side of Snow’s temple. Spearow quickly follows it up by a kick to Snow’s midsection, keeping him pinned in the corner before he takes a few steps back, measuring up Snow and jolting forward, leaping up and slamming his knee roughly into his jaw with a Shining Wizard before hopping down, side-stepping as Snow groggily stumbles out of the corner. Snow shakes off the cobwebs and turns around, only for Spearow to lash a foot out. Snow catches Spearow’s foot, shaking his head before Spearow leaps up, slamming his right foot into the side of Snow’s skull and sending him collapsing to the mat! Spearow rolls backwards and up onto his feet before standing over Snow, shifting his foot under his torso and rolling him onto his back before leaping up, nailing Snow with a Standing Shooting Star Press! As soon as he connects with the athletic move, Spearow rolls backwards once more, getting up onto his feet and grasping the top rope, motioning for Snow to get up. Snow gets onto his hands and knees, shaking his head before Spearow runs forward with his arm out-stretched. Snow ducks under the clothesline attempt, but Spearow instantly stops. Snow quickly twists around and Spearow backflips, cracking his left foot into the top of Snow’s skull with a Pele Kick! Snow flops backwards to the canvas with a crash, quickly using the momentum to slide out the ring so that Spearow cannot go for the instant pinfall. Snow slams his back against the crowd barrier as he does, sitting up and clutching his head as Spearow grasps the top rope, watching Snow carefully. Snow seems to shake off the move somewhat quickly, pulling himself up to his feet as Spearow nimbly hops onto the top rope, leaping off for a vaulting body press. Snow quickly ducks to the left, falling onto his rear as Spearow slams gut-first onto the crowd barrier, missing the move! Spearow is left half-hanging on the crowd barrier before setting his feet down, stumbling backwards while clutching his abdomen. Snow gets to his feet, walking over to Spearow and placing his foot into Spearow’s abdomen, pressing against the area that had just taken a huge impact. Spearow grasps Snow’s foot, trying to push it away, but Snow slams it forward, his boot hitting Spearow directly in his abdomen and winding him. Spearow stumbles forward, and Snow locks his arm around Spearow’s neck before driving him violently into the safety mats with an Impaler DDT! Spearow flops down to the mat, and Snow quickly gets to his feet, grasping Spearow and pulling him up to his feet, rolling him under the bottom rope before sliding in after him. Spearow crawls forward, but Snow moves around to his side, rushing forward and kicking him roughly under his abdomen, sending him rolling onto his back. Snow quickly moves forward, pulling Spearow up to his feet and turning away from him, looping his right arm around his neck before moving his leg forward, then sweeping it back, falling forward quickly and slamming Spearow’s face roughly into the mat. Gibson:: “Good grief! What a move!” Long:: “And Spearow kisses the mat! Of course, Snow should keep him there if he wants to stop Spearow from getting a lick of offence in.” Gibson:: “Snow certainly has an in-your-face style that he can use to keep Spearow off his feet. We’ll see if it pays off.” Snow gets back up to his feet, pressing his foot against the back of Spearow’s head and pressing down. Spearow’s feet lash out in pain as the referee rushes over, telling Snow to knock it off or risk being disqualified. Snow lifts his foot before delivering a quick stomp to the back of Spearow’s head and moving away, glaring down at Spearow as he watches, waiting for him to get up to his feet. Spearow gets up to his hands and knees, spitting onto the mat and shaking his head free from the grogginess. Snow walks forward, looping his right arm around Spearow’s neck and wrenching him to his feet, but Spearow locks his arms around Snow’s waist, throwing him back and slamming him roughly into the canvas with a Northern Lights Suplex! Snow hits the mat with a crash and Spearow quickly arches his back, bridging the move! 1……2…..KICK OUT!Snow lunges up, forcing Spearow to break the pinfall attempt. Spearow quickly gets to his feet and twists around as Snow slowly pulls himself up. Spearow responds with a quick kick to the side of Snow’s left leg, a quick kick to the side of his right leg and a third kick to the back of Snow’s left leg. Snow buckles slightly, and Spearow hits another quick kick to the back of Spearow’s right leg. Snow crumbles to his knees, allowing Spearow to deliver a rough kick to the side of Snow’s head, sending him collapsing to the mat! Keeping a vertical base, Spearow moves slightly before leaping up, hitting another Standing Shooting Star Press, slamming his torso into Snow’s! Spearow rolls backwards, but Snow quickly sits up. Spearow quickly pulls his leg back before slamming it as hard as he can into Snow’s chest, sending him back down to the mat. Spearow moves behind the head of Snow, climbing out onto the apron and turning back around, grasping the top rope as Snow sits up, automatically pulling himself to his feet and turning around. Spearow leaps up onto the top rope, jumping off and hitting a violent roundhouse kick to the side of Snow’s temple! Snow stumbles back before collapsing to the mat once more. Spearow looks up, rolling onto his back before quickly kipping up, eliciting a cheer from the crowd. Snow once again seems to shake off the impact, sitting up as Spearow watches, hands on his hips as Snow pulls himself to his feet, noisily cricking his neck from side to side. Long:: “Goddammit, this man is scary! It’s almost like he feels no pain at all!” Gibson:: “Which isn’t always a plus: If he can’t tell what his limits are, he could very well reach them before the match is over. For all we know, all Spearow has to do is connect with one more high-impact move and Snow will be left flat on the floor with no energy to pull himself up.” Long:: “You could just say ‘Knocked out’, it’s much easier that way.” Spearow lunges his right leg, and Snow catches it. Snow, learning from earlier, ducks under the incoming Enziguri kick from Spearow and Spearows leg moves right over his skull. Spearow nimbly lands on his foot though, his right leg twisted in Snow’s grip. Snow throws the foot down into the mat, locking his left arm around Spearow’s neck and wrenching him backwards, placing his left leg in front of Spearow’s right leg before driving him backwards into the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep! Spearow crashes into the mat and Snow quickly gets to his feet, grasping Spearow by his hair and wrenching him to his feet. Keeping ahold of his hair, Snow swings his leg forward, slamming the side of his knee into Spearow’s gut and causing him to double over, allowing Snow to lock an arm over Spearows neck and drive him into the canvas with an Impaler DDT! Spearow’s neck spikes roughly into the mat as he hits the canvas and Snow rolls him onto his back, pressing his shoulders into the mat. 1…..2….KICK OUT!Spearow quickly lunges a shoulder up with a burst of strength, breaking the pinfall. Snow gets up onto his knees, grasping the legs of Spearow before getting to his feet, moving his legs around his left leg and looping his right leg under it, locking his own legs into position before falling backwards to the mat, locking in the Figure 4 Leg Lock! Spearow cries out in agony, his back arching as Snow leans back on his hands, arching his legs to force more pressure onto the hold. Spearow slaps the mat, flinging his back into the canvas as he tries to wriggle free, only causing Snow to arch his legs more, forcing more pressure into the hold. Spearow looks over his shoulder, noticing the ropes near to him as he begins to wriggle backwards, using his strength to pull Snow across the mat with him. Snow presses his hands harder into the mat, trying to keep a solid grip as he arches his own back and legs, forcing even more pressure into the hold. Spearow yells out in agony, but Snow keeps the move locked in tight. Spearow shifts backwards once more, his hands clawing out behind him in a desperate attempt to reach the bottom rope. Spearow flattens his back into the mat, slamming his hands roughly against the canvas as he wriggles, desperately trying to free himself before sitting up, slamming back down into the canvas once again. Snow keeps the hold tightened, but Spearow stretches out as much as he can, hands clawing towards the bottom rope. Snow shakes his head, but Spearow arches his legs, pulling them towards him as hard as he can. Snow flinches slightly, and it allows Spearow to lunge backwards, grasping the bottom rope with his hands! The referee rushes over, telling Snow to break the hold. Snow releases the hold, getting to his feet. Spearow pulls himself to his feet, but Snow quickly kicks him in the abdomen, causing him to flinch. Snow turns away from Spearow, turning his back to him and locks his right arm around his jaw before sweeping forward, pulling his head over his own shoulder and slamming his face into the mat! Gibson:: “Ouch!” Long:: “Spearow’s gonna need some plastic surgery after this one, bank on it!” Snow rolls Spearow over his shoulder so that he splays out on the canvas back-first, moving around Spearow and grasping his legs. Spearow lunges up, kicking Snow away before hopping onto his feet as Snow stumbles backwards. Spearow twists around, climbing out onto the apron and hops nimbly onto the top rope, springboarding off and swinging his foot violently into the side of Snow's head with a kick that echoes throughout the arena! The crowd cheers wildly as Snow collapses backwards and hits the mat with a crash. Spearow scrambles to his feet, quickly stepping over Snow and walking towards the lower-right turnbuckle, climbing to the second rung and twisting around. Steadying himself, Spearow grasps the top rope behind him, pulling himself up. However, Snow automatically sits up, shaking his head roughly and slowly turning his head, looking up at a shocked Spike Spearow who quickly hops down just as Snow pulls himself to his feet. Spearow lashes his right foot, but this time Snow catches it and immediately throws it down to the mat before kicking Spearow in the gut. Spearow stumbles backwards against the ropes, and Snow charges forward, arm outstretched. Spearow loops his arms around the top ropes and lunges up with both feet, causing Snow to run into Spearow's legs abdomen-first. Snow stumbles back as Spearow climbs out onto the apron, hopping onto the top rope and leaping off. Before he can connect, however, Snow runs forward, slamming his boot violently into Spearow's skull as he sails towards him, sending him sprawling to the mat. Long:: "DAMN! Spearow just damn near had his head kicked off its shoulders!" Snow grasps Spearow by his hair, pulling him roughly to his feet and dragging him backwards, pulling him between his legs and hooking his arms behind his back. Wrenching his arms slightly, Snow lifts Spearow before jumping slightly and sitting down, spiking Spearow's head roughly into the mat with the Headshot! (Double Underhook Piledriver) Snow rolls Spearow to the side, getting to his feet and placing his foot on the chest of Spearow. The referee quickly slides over.. 1.....2.....3!!DING DING DING!Walt:: "Here is your winner...MICHAEL! SNOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!" Snow gives a small nod, removing his foot from Spearow's chest before simply turning around, climbing through the ropes and hopping to the outside. Long:: " BOOM!! Headshot!" Gibson:: "And Michael Snow has certainly made an impact here. The enigmatic Englishman has disposed of Spike Spearow with authority!" Long:: "I like this guy. He's ruthless. See? He knows what he has to do to win. Not only that, but did he even feel pain out there? Spearow kicked his skull like a soccer ball and he still managed to hit him for six!" Gibson:: "Michael Snow may become one of the most dangerous wrestlers in this company one day. If he really can't feel pain, then....well, come on, Sid, how do you beat a guy like that?" Long:: "You don't, simple as that." Gibson:: "A good effort from Spike Spearow, though." The camera pans to Spike Spearow who has now sat up in the ring, clutching his head and slapping the mat in slight frustration as Snow reaches the top of the stage, pausing for a few seconds before walking forward and throwing the curtain aside, walking backstage. Long:: "Yeah, him and his flippy-shit didn't save him though, did it?" Gibson:: "The kid's athletic, Sid. He's got energy and intensity, and he could still go places if he shows up again." Long:: "Maybe. I feel that he never really showed us his true potential against Snow, though." Gibson:: "Maybe not...but anyway, let's head to a commercial break, and we'll be back in just a few!" Long:: "Commercials? DAMN HETFIELD! CAPITALIST PIG HAS SOLD US OUT!" Gibson:: "...Uh, Sid, we've always had commercials. You can sit down." Long:: "..Oh, sorry." |
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Post by The Sky King on Jan 17, 2012 5:32:41 GMT -5
Returning from the commercial break, the camera cuts to the arena, panning across the fans who are relatively quiet, waking up and cheering as they notice the camera panning them. The arena suddenly goes black, a darkness that lingers for a few seconds before the Jumbotron comes to life. Footage that has been treated to look old, faded rolls of the Southern Belle fighting her way back up to her feet after being knocked down-- and the moment that she appears on the screen, the crowd cheers loudly for the fan-favorite that is about to come out. As the blond regains her feet in that video footage, bruised and battered but still willing to fight, her voice rings out over a rising guitar riff."They'll return… but I'll be stronger." The chorus of 'Unbreakable' hits the sound system with a vengeance, the song competing with the cheers that fill the air as Natalie Burrows walks emerges from behind the curtain, a bit of a spring in her step. Thrusting the Lionheart Championship above her head with both hands, The Southern Belle pauses for a moment to soak in the affection of the fans with a smile on her face before she brings the belt back down, placing it on her right shoulder with care. Gibson:: "Just listen to this reaction! Has there ever been a wrestler more adored in this company than the Southern Belle?"Long:: "Adoration isn't everything."Gibson:: "But just listen! These fans absolutely adore her!"Once that's sorted, she makes her way down the ramp, her free hand doing all it can to slap the hands that are being held out to her. Climbing the ring steps, she nods in greeting to the ring announcer before accepting the mic with murmured thanks. Her music cuts as she brings it to her lips, her tone just as warm and sunny as the look in her eyes.Burrows: "Oh, Bless… you guys are too much! Thank you so much!"Natalie pauses for a moment after thanking the people that made attaining her dream possible, soaking up the returned affection from the crowd as she enjoys this moment… a moment that she's been working toward ever since she came to the EUW. Her expression grows contemplative before she continues, although her smile remains firmly in place.Burrows: "There were people that said that I had a bright future ahead of me, but there were twice as many that said that I was too soft, too weak to be anything but a warm body to be chewed up and spit out by this business. Heck, I remember being told that I was doomed for failure just because I refused to stab my mother in the back in the name of getting ahead. To this day, betraying someone is something I have flat-out refused to do… and I swear on her grave that I never will for one simple reason; I don't need to. From day one, I have stuck to my guns and to the belief that good things come to those that work hard for hours, days, months in the name of making their dreams come true. I've never once cheated, instead taking the fair and honest route no matter how much harder those doubters made things. I kept my nose to the grindstone through all the highs and lows, the victories and losses, the friendships and betrayals... and it paid off in the end, wouldn't you agree?"Answered by a new round of cheers, Natalie nods to agree with them before she continues.Burrows: "You see, Mister Tenfold… this is why I've never closed myself off from my emotions in the ring, or even so much as dreamt of not giving these people everything I have each and every time I go down that ramp. How could I? I'd be a darned fool to give up my greatest strength - and it turned out to be that strength that enabled me to dig deep, to get back up to hit Closure before I pinned you for the three-count. And while I'd like to think that I would've been able to dig deep, to find all of the power that I could have ever wished for… there's also no denying that these people give me even more. And even though I've never denied that I wanted to make a legacy for myself, to carve out my niche in the annuls of this business's history, no one ever said that I couldn't want to succeed for them, too. The way I look at it, me becoming champion isn't just for me, or for those that are no longer with me - it's an affirmation for everyone that's still here, fighting to make their dreams come true whether it means working three jobs, or only getting four hours of sleep a night, or facing impossible odds to get out of the neighborhood they grew up in so they'd at least have a chance of making their mark on the world!"Once again, Natalie holds her title high above her head, her voice rising almost to a shout that has the crowd rising in volume right along with her.Burrows: "Let my championship be proof that no matter what those negative people have to say about it, it can be done!"
The Southern Belle takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts anew after allowing her emotions to guide her through that last part. Can she really be blamed for it, having finally reached her goal? Didn't think so. Her belt finds it home on her shoulder before she brings this address to a close.Burrows: "I know that the odds against me are higher than ever, that the road's going to get even rockier from here… but I welcome the challenge with open arms. Anything that's worth having in life isn't just worth working hard for, after all - it's also worth fighting with all of my might to keep. And if any of you gentlemen think, for one single solitary second, that I don't have anything left with which to defend what I rightfully earned?"A bit of a mischievous smirk takes over her smile, the blond knowing full well what some people think of what has become one of her signature speaking quirks… and not caring a lick about it.Burrows: "Then the surprise is gonna be on you… because as far as I'm concerned? So long as I have something to say about it, this title isn't going anywhere. That's the thing about us common folk, the simple people that are the backbone of every community out there - all we know how to do is to fight, be it to survive or to protect what we love… and if there's nothing else in this life that I love and that I live for, it is this business. That's what this championship represents, to me - and soon? That sort of dedication is what it will represent once again… just as it should. Again, thank you all for your support because without you guys? There'd be no dream to have in the first place."
Handing the mic back to the ring announcer with a smile and a nod, Natalie uses both of her hands to blow kisses at the crowd as 'Unbreakable' hits, the Southern Belle quick to get out of the ring in the name of getting a bit more time to interact with the fans as she makes her way up the ramp.Gibson:: "Amazing. Absolutely amazing. That woman is not only a fighting champion, but she's pure class about it too." Long:: "Class never carried people to victories." Gibson:: "You know what does, Sid? Heart does, courage does, the never-say-die spirit does and Burrows has more of those than perhaps anyone else on the roster." Long:: "Well, she has a match tonight, so she better get backstage and focus on that instead of pandering to the crowd!" Gibson:: "This is her moment, Sid. Don't be a bastard about it. No-one can deny, whether they love her or hate her, that she has heart, and that she will take every challenge as it comes." Long:: "We'll keep that in mind when she goes toe-to-toe with Callaway later." Natalie turns around, looking down at the fans once more and giving a small smile before turning back around and heading up the ramp.
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Post by The Sky King on Jan 17, 2012 5:34:13 GMT -5
Rather than cut to commercial break following Burrows empowered promo, the camera instead cuts to ringside, focusing on Rock Gibson and Sidney Long.
Gibson: "As you saw, Prestige is in the books. Many great matches took place but one that stands out for me is the World Championship match. Brett Cross, Chuck Johnson, and TITAN squared off for the whole pie but in the end, the monster of the EUW held on to the strap and reigned supreme."
Long: "Did you have any doubt?"
Gibson: "Well to be honest, yes. Cross and CJ were red hot going into that show. They had a common enemy in the champion. It’s hard to deny his supreme talent now at this point. The question now is.. Who is left for him? Has he destroyed all the opposition?"
Long: "We are about to find out as we await the arrival… of our World Champion.. TITAN!"
The lights dim out as the fans begin to mumble. Explosions rock the stage area now as the fans begin to boo loudly! “Right now” by Korn begins to play as Barry Jordan steps out unto the stage. Garbage is hurled on to the stage now at him as he smiles and raises a microphone to his lips.
Jordan: "All of you twats…"
The fans boo louder!
Jordan: ".. Stand up and respect the man who vanquished them all! Here is the EUW CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!! THE MONSTER OF THE EUW…. TITAN!!!"
As the fans continue to boo, TITAN steps into view, the title belt proudly shining around his waist. He hops a moment and stretches before slowly walking down the ramp way, a smirk upon his face. He then arrives at ringside, glaring at Sidney Long and Rock Gibson..
Gibson: "Damn, he is huge.."
Long: "That man right there.. Is the greatest of all time. Hey TITAN?! This man here shit talked you!!"
Gibson: "Thanks a lot.."
Hopping up to the ring curtain, TITAN steps through the ropes and walks to center ring. He is smiling as the ring is filled with garbage and hate! Satisfied with the response, he then accepts a microphone from a terrified John Walt before turning to the fans..
TITAN: "GO ahead… boo ME!"
The fans boo louder
TITAN: "You all are a fucking joke. What more could you want?! I have defeated, no wait.. Destroyed.. All of your legends. There is NO one out there now that you could say is better than I am. Oblivion?
The fans pop loudly!
TITAN: "Nope.. Retired. His old ass finally gave up the ghost. Sabora?"
Fans pop loudly again!
TITAN: "I broke him. Cross… Johnson… all gone. They all step in the ring with me and learn the hard way that I can NOT be beat. This is MY world championship and it goes no where until I am done with it. That being said, that leaves no one left. Just a bunch of fucking rookies whom I think is a damn joke in itself. So bow to your king. You have no choice now. The EUW… is mine."
The fans boo loudly and get a bit animated now as TITAN smiles and paces the ring.
TITAN: "Go ahead… GET mad. Reality is harsh isn’t it? I feed from your tears. Whoever out there has a set of balls, I challenge you. I need a new victim. Next show, I am going to come out here and stand in this ring. I don’t care who you are or where you are from, if you want a shot at the champ… come get some."
Slamming the microphone down on the mat, TITAN pats the World Title as the fans scream in defiance. The feed fades out as we zoom in on TITAN’s evil gaze..
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Post by The Sky King on Jan 17, 2012 5:36:18 GMT -5
Singles Match
Standard Rules
Stephen Callaway vs Natalie Burrows The camera cuts to the ramp, looking up at the stage as "Remedy" by COLD blasts out of the sound system. Stephen Callaway throws the curtain aside, strolling out onto the ramp and making a "V1" taunt with his nose between the first two fingers. He throws his arms down, beginning to stroll down the ramp as he sings along with his theme, nodding slightly as he does/ Walt:: "Introducing first, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty four pounds...STEPHEN! CALLAAWAAAYYYYY!!" Once he reaches ringside, Callaway turns to the left, jogs up the steps and onto the apron, climbing through the ropes and jogging over to the upper-right corner of the turnbuckle, hopping up and repeating the same "V1" prayer taunt before jumping down and turning to face the ramp. "Remedy" fades out, and as do the lights as the arena goes black, lingering for a few seconds before the tron comes to life. Footage that has been treated to look old, faded rolls of the Southern Belle fighting her way back up to her feet after being knocked down-- and the moment that she appears on the screen, the crowd cheers loudly for the fan-favorite that is about to come out. As the blond regains her feet in that video footage, bruised and battered but still willing to fight, her voice rings out over a rising guitar riff. "They'll return… but I'll be stronger." The chorus of 'Unbreakable' hits the sound system with a vengeance, the song only barely competing with the wild cheers that ring throughout the arena as Natalie Burrows walks emerges from behind the curtain, a bit of a spring in her step. Thrusting the Lionheart Championship above her head with both hands, The Southern Belle pauses for a moment to soak in the affection of the fans with a smile on her face before she brings the belt back down, placing it on her right shoulder with care. She begins to make her way down the ramp, slapping as many hands as she can, she speeds up about two-thirds of the way down before running toward the ring, sliding into it feet-first. Walt:: “Introducing his opponent, from Durham, North Carolina, she is the EUW-Asylum Lionheart Champion….NATALIE!! BURROOOOWWWWWSSSSS!!!” Standing up quickly as the fans cheer even louder, Natalie makes her way over to the lower-left turnbuckle as she raises the championship she's worked so hard to attain over her head one more time, basking in the crowd's booming positive reaction to her before she hops down. Carefully handing her championship to a member of Staff at ringside, she grasps the top ropes, stretching slightly as the referee looks over at the timekeeper. Burrows does a quick stretch of her arms before turning around, looking across the ring at Callaway who glares at her, looking over at the Lionheart Championship now in the hands of a member of ringside Staff before looking up at her. DING DING DING!Both Burrows and Callaway dart out of their corners, quickly locking in a forearm tie-up. Both wrestlers jostle for position, with Callaway pushing down against Burrows before jolting to the right, locking his arm around her neck and locking her tightly in a headlock. Callaway tightens the hold, keeping Burrows locked in the headlock as Burrows ducks slightly, trying to wriggle free from the hold. Callaway keeps a tight hold of the headlock, only for Burrows to lift her foot, pressing the sole against the back of the joint of Callaway’s left leg, pushing down on it and causing Callaway’s legs to buckle, forcing him to release the hold. Burrows quickly pushes Callaway forward, but Callaway quickly latches onto the ropes in front of him, stopping himself from rebounding off of them. Burrows charges forward, but Callaway quickly swings an elbow out, catching Burrows in her mouth. Burrow clutches her mouth, stumbling back as Callaway jolts forward, leaning down and scooping her up. Burrows quickly pushes herself over Callaway’s shoulder, landing behind him nimbly on her feet. Callaway twists around, and Burrows quickly kicks him in the back of his left leg. Callaway flinches, stumbling backwards as Burrows unleashes another swift kick which echoes throughout the arena. Callaway stumbles back further, and Burrows jolts forward, letting loose another rough kick to the back of Callaway’s leg. Callaway stumbles backwards, now against the set of ropes behind him, and Burrows leaps up, hitting a dropkick to Callaway who rolls backwards over the ropes, hitting the apron on his knees but quickly latching onto the middle rope, stopping himself from hitting the outside. Burrows quickly moves forward, grabbing Callaway’s hair and pulling him roughly to his feet. Callaway grasps the sides of her head, pulling her head down and pressing her face against the top rope, grinding her eyes against the cable as the crowd jeer loudly. Burrows pulls away, shaking her head free from the pain and rubbing her eyes before stumbling back, allowing Callaway to hit a quick kick to the small of Burrows back. Burrows stumbles forward once more and Callaway climbs into the ring, running forward and front-flipping over her, slamming her face into the mat with the Calsifornia Dreaming! Callaway quickly rolls through the impact, twisting around and rolling Burrows onto her back, pressing her shoulders into the mat. 1…..2….KICK OUT!Burrows quickly thrusts her shoulders up, breaking the pinfall. Callaway gets up onto his knees, pulling himself and Burrows up to a vertical base, quickly scooping her up before slamming her down onto her feet, his right arm locked around his neck before sweeping back and planting her into the canvas with the Anything Goes! (Cold Crush DDT) Callaway rolls over again, hooking her leg. 1…..2…..KICK OUT!Burrows manages to thrust her shoulders up once again, breaking the pinfall. Callaway quickly pulls her up to her feet, and Burrows quickly kicks the side of his right leg, causing him to flinch and recoil backwards. Burrows lunges forward, grasping the right arm of Callaway and irish whipping him off the ropes. As soon as Callaway rebounds off the ropes, Burrows leaps up, slamming her leg into the neck of Callaway and driving him down into the mat with the Turmoil (Leaping Leg Lariat). Both wrestlers crash down into the mat, and Burrows quickly rolls backwards and onto her feet, looking down at Callaway before quickly stomping his chest, pulling him up to his feet. Burrows quickly slams the side of her thigh into Callaway’s abdomen before irish-whipping him off the ropes again. Callaway rebounds, hurtling towards Burrows, but Callaway quickly attempts a clothesline. Burrows jolts forward, ducking under the clothesline as Callaway continues running, rebounding off of the ropes behind Burrows. Burrows twists around, and as soon as Callaway rebounds, grasps him, spinning him before slamming him down onto her out-stretched knee with the Grief Cycle (Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker) Burrows quickly covers Callaway. 1……2…..KICK OUT!Long:: “So…many….quick…pinfalls!” Gibson:: “This is how wrestling should be: Fast and action-packed!” Burrows pulls Callaway up to his feet, but Callaway quickly snaps his forearm, catching Burrows in her jaw and sending her stumbling backwards against the ropes. Callaway leaps up, hitting her with a dropkick and sending her up and over the top rope, collapsing to the outside. Callaway jogs forward, sliding under the bottom rope and pulling Burrows up to her feet, pulling her over to the announce table. Burrows quickly lashes her foot out, kicking Callaway in the abdomen and sending him backwards into the ring apron. Burrows moves forward, but Callaway leans up on his elbows, lunging both feet up and kicking Burrows in her abdomen, pushing her backwards and slamming her back-first into the announce table. Callaway moves forward, grasping Burrows hair and twisting her around before slamming her face against the top of the announce table with a rough crash. Callaway pulls her head up once more before slamming it roughly into the announce table as the referee rushes over to the ropes, admonishing Callaway. Gibson:: “Oh, come on!” Long:: “It ain’t a Scouts meeting, Rock! All is fair in love and war!” Callaway goes to slam Burrows head down once more, but Burrows places her hands on the table, stopping Callaway from doing so. Callaway presses down roughly on her head, but Burrows swings her right arm backwards, catching Callaway in the abdomen. Callaway flinches slightly, and Burrows lifts her left leg, placing it on the top of the announce table and pushing backwards. Using her strength, Burrows manages to push Callaway away, quickly climbing onto the announce table before backflipping off, slamming her right leg into his head with a vicious Pele Kick! Callaway is sent sprawling to the ground! Burrows quickly scrambles to her feet, stumbling to the left and away from the commentators table, her back slamming against the crowd barrier as she watches Callaway carefully. The crowd cheer loudly, several fans even patting her back and reaching over the crowd barrier, whooping loudly. Burrows gives a nod of admiration to her fans before moving forward as Callaway slowly sits up, pulling him up to his feet and rolling him into the ring, quickly climbing onto the apron and grasping the top rope. Callaway crawls forward slightly, using the momentum to eventually reach his feet, but Burrows springs up onto the top rope before leaping off, spinning and hitting the Denial (Spinning Wheel Kick), her feet slamming into Callaway’s back and sending him collapsing forward to the mat. Burrows pulls herself up, stretching her legs slightly before pulling Callaway to his feet once more, intent on keeping the pressure on him. Burrows grasps his right arm, irish whipping him into the lower left corner of the ring before sprinting forward and leaping up, hitting a shining wizard and slamming her knee into the side of Callaway’s head. Callaway slumps back against the turnbuckle, and Burrows quickly hops off, walking a few steps backwards before sprinting forward and leaping up once more, hitting a second consecutive shining wizard. Burrows hops off almost instantly, jogging backwards as Callaway stumbles forwards out of the corner, allowing Burrows to run forward, leaping up and spinning, hitting a Spinning Wheel Kick to Callaway and sending him collapsing to the canvas with a crash! Burrows nimbly springs to her feet as Callaway rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself up onto his knees. Burrows runs forward, attempting a Shining Wizard, but Callaway ducks under it, spinning around and pulling himself to his feet as Burrows lands on hers and turns around. Callaway quickly kicks her in the abdomen, causing her to double over slightly before grabbing her left arm, looping his head under it and grasping her left leg, lifting and twisting her before slamming her into the canvas with an Angle Slam. Burrows hits the mat with great impact, and Callaway rolls to the right and onto his knees, getting to his feet and walking around Burrows, pulling her into a sitting position, slamming his elbow down into her right shoulder before locking both of his arms swiftly around her neck in a Sleeper Hold! Burrows legs kick slightly, her heels slamming into the canvas in an effort to will herself on to break out of the hold, but Callaway pulls backwards, getting down onto one knee to give him greater leverage for the hold. Burrows heels continue to slam into the canvas, but begin to fade in their intensity. The crowd, sensing Burrows fading, quickly begin to clap loudly in unison with Burrows heels slamming against the mat, the arena echoing with the clapping as Burrows arches her back slightly, pressing her head against Callaway’s chest and loosening some of the pressure around her neck. Callaway responds by pulling himself to his feet, wrenching Burrows up with him before looping his right arm around her neck, locking in a Dragon Sleeper! Burrows feet stomp into the ground once more, her quick offence nulled by Callaway effectively slowing the match down. Burrows keeps stomping her feet, but the consecutive submission holds appear to take their toll as the stomping fades once again. Callaway steps back slightly, getting down onto one knee and forcing Burrows down with him, pressing her upper back against his knee as he wrenches the Dragon Sleeper tighter around her neck. Burrows left foot stomps once. The crowd clap. Burrows foot stomps again. The crowd clap once more. Callaway tightens the hold, and Burrows stamps a third time before swinging her foot up, her flexibility allowing her to sweep it upwards and kick Callaway in the skull! Callaway releases the hold, stumbling backwards and appearing dazed by the sudden kick. Burrows forces herself to a standing position, coughing slightly before turning around and swinging her left foot up, kicking Callaway violently in the side of his skull! Callaway stumbles backwards, following through the middle and top ropes before collapsing to the outside, giving Burrows time to take a few steps back, coughing and allowing her to regain some composure. It’s only a few seconds before Callaway pulls himself back up to his feet, grasping the apron and pulling himself up and onto his feet. Burrows quickly gets to her feet as Callaway climbs up onto the apron. Burrows moves forward, swinging her right foot up, but Callaway ducks under it. Burrows spins, slamming her foot into the mat before turning around once more to face Callaway, who quickly grasps her head and leans backwards, leaping off of the apron and driving her neck and upper chest against the top rope with a stun gun. Burrows stumbles backwards, falling to one knee as Callaway slides into the ring, leaning down and scooping her up. Burrows grasps Callaway’s shoulder, pushing herself up and over Callaway and landing behind his back, grabbing his shoulder, twisting him around and grabbing his right arm, trying to irish whip. Callaway digs his feet into the canvas, stopping Burrows from irish whipping him and twists her arm, ducking under it before lifting his right leg and pressing it against her jaw, falling back and slamming her face into his boot with Das Boot. Long:: “Well, that’s ONE way to get a facelift!” Gibson:: “It’s a back and forth classic here, anyone could win this match!” Long:: “Way to state the obvious, Rock!” Burrows collapses backwards to the mat, and Callaway grasps her legs, locking them together before rolling her onto her stomach, locking in the Calsileaf! (Texas Cloverleaf) Callaway pulls back on her legs, applying more pressure to the hold. Burrows stretches out her arms, quickly pressing up onto her arms as Callaway continues to apply pressure to the hold. Burrows crawls forward on her stomach, clawing herself forward, but Callaway quickly gets to his feet, walking forward and dragging her towards the middle of the ring before squatting down, pulling back rougher on the hold. A determined look etches itself across Burrows face as she reaches her hands out, clawing her hands towards the bottom rope. Callaway pulls back harder on her legs as she inches forward, once again getting to his feet. As he drags her forward, Burrows quickly takes the opportunity of the loosened hold to lean behind her with her right arm, grabbing Callaway’s right ankle and pulling back on it. Callaway trips slightly, falling onto his hands and knees as Burrows crawls forward, grasping the second rope and pulling herself to her feet. Burrows looks over her shoulder, quickly twisting forward and sprinting forward, rebounding off of the ropes in front of her and hurtling towards Callaway, leaping forward for a shining wizard. Callaway ducks under the Shining Wizard, pulling himself to his feet. Burrows lands on her feet, turning around and running forward, only to be met by the Calsikick! (Superkick) Gibson:: " CALSIKICK! CALSIKICK! FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!!" Long:: " COVER HER, KID!! COVER HER!!" In the blink of an eye, Burrows crashes to the mat and Callaway falls to his knees, hooking her leg and pressing her shoulders to the mat. 1…..2….3-KICK OUT!!Burrows manages to thrust her shoulder up, breaking the pinfall! Callaway looks up at the referee in disbelief, holding up three fingers. The referee shakes his head, indicating that it was a two count. Callaway pulls himself up, grasping Natalie’s hair and pulling her to her feet. Natalie quickly unleashes a ruthless kick to the back of Callaway's left leg. Callaway flinches, stumbling backwards before Burrows unleashes a second kick, forcing Callaway down to one knee. Burrows runs forward, leaping forward with a Shining Wizard. However, Burrows swings her right leg over Callaway's head before swiping it back, slamming it into the back of his head and kicking him roughly, hitting the Epiphany! Callaway crumbles to the mat and Burrows rolls, using the momentum to hop to her feet. Watching Callaway carefully, Burrows moves to his side. Long:: "Oh man, she's looking for Closure!" Burrows runs forward as Callaway pushes himself up, leaping up and attempting a Scissors Kick. Callaway pulls away and Burrows turns around as Callaway jolts forward with a Calsikick! Burrows ducks under it, both wrestlers twisting around. Callaway jolts forward again, but Burrows grasps Callaway's arms, hoisting him into the air and slamming him down roughly into the mat with the Hitting Bottom! (Sky High) She crawls over him, hooking his leg! 1.....2.....3!!DING DING DING!Walt:: "Here is your winner...NATALIE!! BURROWWWWSSS!!" Burrows pulls herself to her feet, breathing heavily from the intense match as the referee walks over, raising her arm high into the air to explosive cheers! Gibson:: "Her first match as champion, and she doesn't disappoint! A great victory from a fighting champion!" Long:: "Well, she learns quick: She certainly learnt how to duck under that Superkick." Burrows turns to the crowd, blowing a kiss and giving a wave to the fans who seem intent on blowing the roof off of the arena with their cheers. The ringside Staff hands the belt to the referee, who in turns hands the Lionheart Championship to Burrows who raises it high above her head. Despite it not being a title defence, it's clear she still cherishes her position as a champion. Climbing out of the ropes and onto the apron, Burrows carefully places the championship on her shoulder, turning and walking down the steps before making her way up the ramp. Callaway has since sat up and is watching Burrows, a look of disappointment on his face. Gibson:: "A damn good effort from Callaway, but not good enough." Long:: "He almost had her. ALMOST." Gibson:: "Callaway certainly proved a challenge for Burrows first match as champion, that's for sure." Callaway pulls himself to his feet, watching as Burrows continues to blow kisses to the fans who continue to cheer for her. |
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Post by The Sky King on Jan 17, 2012 5:37:14 GMT -5
The camera cuts from ringside to the backstage, where Rivera and Sneed are walking down a quiet coridoor. Most of the backstage Staff appear to be working in relative silence as both men make their way down the coridoor. While Sneed appears to have broken into a cold sweat, Rivera appears to have some semblance of confidence.
Sneed:: "...Sir, we could be in trouble here."
Rivera:: "How so?"
Sneed:: "Hetfield has leverage against us!"
Rivera:: "It's a lie."
Sneed:: "What? How can you be so sure, for Gods sake?! He could very well--"
Rivera:: "No, there's no way he can touch me, even if he does know what's in the briefcase. Besides, it's a bluff. He knows I know it's a bluff. That briefcase has never left my office and it's been under lock and key. How else would he know?"
Sneed:: "I doubt Hetfield is bluffing, sir."
Rivera:: "He did it just to get a rise out of me. That's what he does."
Sneed:: "Seems like he did a great job of it--"
Rivera twists around, grasping Sneed by his collar and slamming him to the left and into the nearby wall, leaning up into his face and hissing darkly.
Rivera:: "Listen here, Sam. Hetfield, as far as I know, has NOTHING on me. NOTHING. Now, unless someone turned their back on me, that means that my job and my livelihood is safe. I'm sure that you know what happened to the last person who pissed me off, SAM. Remember him? He thought he was better than me too. Thought he could stand in my way on the rise to power."
Sneed gulps, nodding quickly.
Sneed:: "B-But what if he...is telling the truth? What if he knows? He wouldn't just tell you he had an announcement to make if he di--"
Rivera:: "It's intimidation, you foolish little boy! He knows that he cannot remove me from the CEO position without me draining every single last penny from the EUW and killing the federation, so he wants to intimidate me, get me to leave of my own volition. Guess what? He won't. He never will."
Rivera lets go of Sneed, causing him to slide down the wall and onto his rear, looking up as Rivera adjusts his tie, snorting roughly.
Rivera:: "Just like the rest of my competition, Hetfield is just a phase. Nothing more. He will be crushed and removed just like the rest of them."
The camera watches as Rivera continues to walk down the coridoor as the scene cuts to the Parking Lot.
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Post by The Sky King on Jan 17, 2012 5:48:53 GMT -5
Singles Match
No Holds Barred
Caoran Lavery vs Brandon Young The camera cuts to ringside as the arena lights dim to a total blackout as “John the Revelator” begins to play, the first few seconds ringing out across a dark, silent arena. As the song grows louder and the main tune begins, all the arena lights turn on in a fierce, harsh white light, almost blinding those in attendance. As quickly as 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. Walt: Weighing two-hundred-and-eighty pounds, from Parts Unknown… CAORAN LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVERY!The fans are jeering and booing as Caoran passes them by on the ramp, ignoring them entirely as he rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, heading for the opposite corner and climbing it. Caoran folds his arms and smirks, staring into the crowd before throwing his arms back and letting his coat drop to the mat as bright white fireworks launch from the three other turnbuckles. Caoran then steps back onto the mat and stretches out his arms and neck, watching the ramp. The lights start to dim as Olson Johnson's famous line from "Blazing Saddles" plays over the PA "Nevermind that shit, here comes Mongo!"The opening guitar riff on Electric Six's "Clusterfuck!" intermingles with the last word as clips of random acts of destruction play over the tron in tune to the frenetic pace of the song. Cars crash into each other, planes fall from the sky, ships sink, bombs explode, riots ensue, and more as green and gold spot lights strobe in tune with the song. ~In the writings of the druids Lies a recipe for druid fluid Sounds like a most refreshing drink to me~ ~You seem to be accruing More penalties than a Boston Bruin But your card says 'Get Out of Jail For Free'~ As the song keeps going, Brandon Young bounces out onto the stage, bopping his head to the music. He is wearing a sleeveless hooded jacket with a flaming sword piercing through the Nextwave Autobot logo, the hood obscuring his face and the Hardkore Championship around his waist. He dances his way to the left side of the stage, riling up the crowd on that side before doing the same towards the right side. ~You were always such a shoe-in But you didn't pay attention to what you were doing And no one here can do it as good as me~ Walt:: "Introducing next, he stands at five foot and ten inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds! From San Dimas, California... He is the "Young Gun" BRANDON YOUNG! " He moonwalks his way back to the middle of the stage, where he begs the crowd on as the bridge hits, motioning for them to sing it with him as he shouts out the next verse. ~No one here can do it (HOOAH!) No one here can do it (HOOAH!) No one here can do it as good as me To relive my fantasies!~ At "fantasies!" He throws his left arm into the air and pyro explodes all around the sides of him, then as the chorus kicks in he barrels down to the ring, where he slides in and hops on the nearest turnbuckle. He throws his arm up one last time before the music dies out and he pulls off his belt, handing it down to a ringside member of Staff who takes the belt. Young shrugs off the jacket and hops down, staring at Lavery as he watches him carefully. The referee motions to the timekeeper and the bell rings. DING DING DING!Young paces the ring as Lavery stretches his arms. Suddenly, Lavery races out of his corner, rushing towards Young! Young side steps though and let’s Lavery slam into the corner of the ring. Countering with an attack of his own, Young begins to pummel Lavery, literally taking Lavery off of his feet with each strike! Lavery grabs Young but his hands are swatted away, only for him to be Irish Whipped across the ring into the opposite corner now! Long: Nice! Young rushes Lavery for the running clothesline but Lavery raises a foot, using Young’s momentum against him with a big boot! Young stumbles away holding his jaw and shaking off the cobwebs. Lavery then rushes Young and hops into the air, performing a running bulldog! Young is planted face first as Lavery rolls away satisfied. He shakes off his own set of cobwebs before grabbing Young by the head and bringing him up to his feet. Lavery then unleashes a powerful elbow to the jaw of Young, following it up by scooping him into the air and walking across the ring before planting Young into the mat with a running power slam! Gibson: That literally shook the ring! Lavery’s power is off the charts! Rising up to his knees, Lavery looks out at the fans and smiles. He wipes off his mouth with the back of his hand and then rises to his feet once again. Bending over, Lavery grabs Young by the head but is suddenly stunned as Young strikes him with a desperate kick to the face! The fans begin to cheer as Young repeats the kick, this time driving Lavery away! Kicking back up to his feet, Young is on the attack and rejuvenated, rushing Lavery! Lavery turns around but has no response for Young as he twists around, facing away from him and locking his right arm around his neck, leaping up before tucking his knees in behind Lavery, slamming him into his knees and performing the “Stop, Drop and Die!” Lavery hit’s the mat hard as Young slides out from under him and covers Lavery. 1…..2.....KICK OUT!Gibson: “Amazing agility from Young here. The fans seem to be liking him quite a bit! Reminds me of a young Chris Sabora!” Long: “Oh, man.. Don’t say that. We don’t need him hearing this and returning. I hate that guy.” Young is still on the attack, rising back up to his feet. Lavery is rising as well, a testament to his stamina. Young sees this, runs to a turnbuckle corner and launches into the air off of it… nailing a top rope wheelbarrow kick… or he tries to! Lavery literally catches Young in mid air, spinning him to the side and planting Young into the mat with a vicious sidewalk slam!! The crowd reacts with boos as the mat shakes. Lavery drives the heel of his hand into Young’s chin as he covers for the pin.. 1…..KICK OUT!Lavery grabs Young by the hair and begins to repeatedly drive Young’s head into the mat! The fans are booing as the ref tries to break it up, only for Lavery to shove him away. Lavery slowly rises to his feet with Young in tow. Lavery brings Young in, and unleashes a belly to belly suplex! Young hit’s the mat hard. Lavery is quickly on him, not letting up. He picks up Young and irish whips him, sending Young rebounding off of the ropes. As soon as Young rebounds, Lavery grabs him and spins him, hitting him with a Spinning Spinebuster! He then raises a hand, signaling for his finisher… The Vice Grip! Gibson: “This could be it! Lavery is going for it all here! Can Young rebound from Lavery’s powerful onslaught?!” Lavery slowly walks up to Young, grabbing him by the neck and easily bringing him up to his feet, only for Young to wrap him up and fall backwards, spinning him around and locking him up into a small package!!! Gibson: “He could have it here!” Lavery kicks out before the ref can count the pin but Young seems to have rejuvenated himself with the fans support! Lavery rushes to his feet, enraged, only to be met with a hard kick to the gut. Young brings him in and hooks the arm, performing a perfect suplex! Both men roll over and rebound quickly to their feet. Lavery swings a hard clothesline but comes up with air as Young ducks quickly. Young then grabs him from behind to try for the back breaker! Lavery elbows him off of him causing Young to stumble backwards! Lavery goes on the attack as he reaches out, but Young kicks him in the gut and drives him into the mat with a stiff DDT! With Lavery downed, Young quickly rolls out of the ring, leaning under the ring apron and throwing it up, pulling out a steel chair. Young turns to the crowd, giving a bright grin and nodding as he points to the chair as the crowd cheers. Young slides the chair into the ring before sliding in after it, getting to his feet and pulling the chair up. Lavery slowly raises to one knee and Young looks over his shoulder, jogging backwards and rebounding off the ropes, running forwards before throwing the chair roughly into Lavery’s face and leaping forward, dropkicking the chair violently into Lavery’s face with a swift crash! Lavery collapses backwards with a crash as Young clambers up to his feet, walking over to Lavery and grasping his hair, pulling him up to his feet. Once Lavery has been pulled to his face, Young shoves him back slightly, running past him and up to the top rung of the lower-right turnbuckle. Lavery twists around and Young leaps off, twisting in mid-air and slamming his right leg down into the skull of Lavery, dropping him violently to the mat! Young uses the momentum to spring to his feet, whooping loudly and pumping his fist in the air and eliciting a wild cheer from the crowd! Lavery rolls onto his stomach, pushing himself up to his hands and knees as Young turns around, grasping Lavery’s head. Lavery quickly pulls himself onto his knees, punching Young roughly in the abdomen. Young stumbles backwards and Lavery pulls himself to his feet, pulling up with him the steel chair that Young utilised on him, looking down at it. Young turns around to face Lavery, only for Lavery to bring the chair down with a violent swing, sending it crashing down onto Young’s skull with a downright dangerous impact! Young crumbles backwards, hitting the mat as Lavery raises the chair, revealing a noticeable dent in the seat of the chair from where Young was hit! Long:: “That right there? That’s a concussion.” Gibson:: “Concussion? That’s brain damage!” Lavery drops the chair to the mat, walking over to Young and grasping him by his neck, pulling him roughly to his feet and wrapping his arms around his waist before lifting him up and turning, slamming him roughly to the canvas with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Lavery quickly rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, hitting the outside and leaning under the apron, reaching under and pulling out a trashcan. Lavery throws the trashcan up and over the top rope and into the ring before leaning under the ring once more, pulling out a long steel pipe and giving a small nod, throwing it over the top rope and into the ring. Lavery slides in as Young gets up to his knees, only for Lavery to grasp him by his throat and drag him roughly to his feet, grasping the trashcan with his other hand and placing it over Young’s head. Young stumbles slightly, but Lavery clasps his hand on Young’s shoulder, throwing a vicious punch into the trashcan, causing it to cave in, the punch reaching through to Young’s face! Young stumbles backwards against the ropes, the trashcan still over his head as Lavery takes a few steps back, sprinting forward and lifting his right foot, hitting Young with the Lobotomizer (Running Big Boot) and sending him up and over the top rope! Young hits the outside with a vicious crash, the trash can crumpled over his head as Lavery climbs out of the ring after Young who remains relatively motionless on the outside. Lavery grasps the trashcan, tearing it from Young’s head and grasping him by his throat, pulling him up to his feet and shoving him backwards into the crowd barrier before running forward, clotheslining him straight over the crowd barrier! Young backflips over the barrier and into the crowd as several fans crowd around Young. Lavery turns around, getting on one knee and throwing up the apron, pulling out a table and sliding it into the ring under the bottom rope. Lavery turns around as Young hops onto the crowd barrier, leaping off and spinning, hitting Lavery with a flying spinning wheel kick, sending Lavery collapsing to the ground! Young rolls across the ground, grasping the apron and pulling himself up onto the apron, climbing into the ring before twisting around, grasping the top rope. Lavery pulls himself to his feet, shaking off the impact. Young takes a few steps back before running forward, diving through the middle rope and onto Lavery as the crowd cheer wildly! Both men collapse to the floor following the huge impact, leaving them laid out on the outside! Gibson:: “And Young using his own body as a weapon. This kid is fearless!” Long:: “Or stupid.” Young pulls himself to his feet using the crowd barrier, stumbling around before rolling into the ring. Lavery himself slowly pulls himself using the ring apron, remaining on one knee. Young twists around, leaning over the top rope and grasping Lavery’s hair, pulling him up, but Lavery swiftly reaches under the apron, pulling out a Singapore Cane and leaning up, smacking it against Young’s head with a noisy thwack! Young lets go of Lavery, stumbling backwards as Lavery climbs onto the ring apron. Young stumbles, turning around and towards Lavery who leans over the ropes, smacking the Singapore Cane over Young’s head once more! Lavery throws the cane down to the outside, climbing into the ring and leaning down, grasping the steel pipe he had previously thrown into the ring. Grasping the pipe like a bat, Lavery swings it, smacking it into the side of Young’s skull! Young collapses backwards, crumpled in a heap on the canvas! Lavery grasps the legs of the table he had slid in earlier, pulling them out before carefully setting the table up underneath the lower-right turnbuckle, turning to Young who is only barely stirring on the canvas, a welt welling on the side of his head. Lavery leans down, grasping Young by his throat and pulling him to his feet before rolling Young onto the table, but Young struggles violently, leaning over and slamming his forearm into the skull. Lavery recoils slightly and Young sweeps his feet around, hopping off of the table. Lavery rushes forward, but Young dives to the mat, his feet locking around Lavery’s and hitting a drop toe hold, causing Lavery’s face to slam against the top of the table! Young quickly pulls himself to his feet, grabbing Lavery’s head and slamming it off of the top of the table. Lavery stumbles backwards, and Young quickly shoves the table away, running over to Lavery and quickly hitting him with a snap jab to his jaw, causing Lavery to stumble and turn away from Young. Young turns around, running forward and leaps onto the second rope, diving onto it and backflipping off of the ropes, hurtling towards Lavery and grasping his neck on the way down, spiking his skull into the mat with an amazing DDT! Young rolls backwards through the DDT and up onto his feet, walking over to the downed Lavery and grasping his head, pulling him up to his feet and rolling him onto the table, delivering a quick jab to the side of Lavery’s head. Young carefully drags the table uneasily to the right, positioning it an angle under the turnbuckle. Young moves around the table, climbing up onto the second rope before pulling himself to the top rope, looking over his shoulder at Lavery before looking at the crowd, nodding and flipping off of the top rope, corkscrewing in mid-air and driving both of his feet down into Lavery’s chest with the Disasterpiece! (Corkscrew Double Foot Stomp) The table splinters underneath their weight, causing both men to collapse to the floor! The crowd cheer wildly as Young rolls onto his stomach, uneasily lunging forward and covering Lavery. 1…..2…..3!!DING DING DING!Walt:: “Here is your winner…BRANDON!! YOOOUUUNNNGGGG!!!” Young pulls himself to his feet, raising his arms triumphantly in the air as “Clusterfuck!” by Electric Six blares out. Lavery remains motionless in the wreckage as Young looks down at him, laughing quietly before throwing his arms into the air, the crowd responding with a huge cheer. Gibson:: “Holy shit, Young just took out Caoran Lavery!” Long:: “What a match..LOVED IT! Nice and brutal!” Lavery spits up a glob of blood, clutching his chest as the referee checks up on him. Young looks down at Lavery once again, thrusting his arms into the air in victory a second time. The ringside member of Staff hands the belt to the referee, who takes it and hands it to Young who holds it in both hands, raising it high above the air. Young takes a few steps to the right, standing just in front of Lavery’s body in the table and raises the title higher, grinning brightly/ Gibson:: “Lavery doesn’t look too good..” Long:: “Oh no. How sad. Never mind.” Gibson:: “Either way, Burrows and Young came out on top tonight, which is great news for the young couple!” Long:: “Pff. The real story is Lavery’s mangled body!” Gibson:: “…Oookay.” Young slams his back to the mat, rolling under the bottom rope and making his way up the ramp with his title raised above his head. 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Post by The Sky King on Jan 17, 2012 5:49:26 GMT -5
The camera cuts once more to the ringside. “Power” by Kanye West as a small cheer rolls over the crowd, a few even standing up. Without wasting time for frivolities or teases, the curtain is thrown to one side as Maynard Hetfield, flanked by Dave Markinson, emerge, walking down the ramp. Hetfield adjusts a microphone clipped to the collar of his dress shirt as he does, clearing his throat. The theme song continues playing as both men reach the bottom of the ramp, and Hetfield takes the opportunity to thrust his right arm straight out, palm extended and face down in a Roman salute before giving a loud laugh and turning left, walking towards and up the steps before climbing into the middle of the ring, clapping his hands together. Dave Markinson grasps the second rope, pulling himself up and climbing into the ring, clasping his hands over his hips as he watches Hetfield carefully.
Hetfield:: “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is I, Maynard Hetfield! The new Chairman!”
A cheer, louder than the one that greeted Hetfield, erupts from the crowd. Hetfield gives a polite nod to the fans, some of whom seem to be leaving for their journeys home.
Hetfield:: “After witnessing the matches we’ve had, I understand that many of you wish to end the night right here and now, and dream of becoming superstars yourselves. However, there is one thing I want to do tonight, one piece of business left to make, one piece of dead skin left to snip from this healthy body……Mark Rivera. Get out here.”
Without any theme music, Mark Rivera, adjusting a microphone on his own collar and flanked by Sam Sneed who appears to timidly hiding behind Rivera, walk down the ramp. Rivera’s face is reddening with anger as he points up the ramp angrily at Hetfield.
Rivera:: “Listen here, you son of a bitch! I told you that I refuse to leave, especially not on the orders of a parasite such as yourself! You think that coming in here and throwing money around will make you the emperor? Do you think it will give you control of the company? No, you imbecile! You control the shell, I control the company! YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME, AND YOU WILL NOT GET RID OF ME!!”
Rivera grasps the second rope, climbing onto the apron and climbing intothe ring. Sneed climbs onto the apron, climbing in behind Rivera.
Hetfield:: “Remember what I said at Prestige, Mark. That briefcase. I know what’s in it. I know why you felt you had to keep it until Xplode had fought with Oblivion. You were afraid of what Xplode held. What that briefcase held. You were always a meticulous man, after all.”
Rivera:: “That briefcase…”
Rivera gives a small chuckle, which subsides into a full-blown laugh. Hetfield frowns slightly, looking at Dave before looking back at Rivera who stops laughing, giving a small sigh.
Rivera:: “You stupid little boy..I destroyed that briefcase the night following Prestige. It and it’s papers thrown into a fire.”
Hetfield:: “But—“
Rivera:: “Yes. Why? Did you think you had it?”
Hetfield:: “I—“
Hetfield lowers his head, rubbing his mouth as Rivera gives a shrill laugh, clapping his hands together.
Rivera:: “I am not a fool, you foolish child! The briefcase that remained in my office following Prestige was a decoy! Not a paper in it! I knew that you would have someone try and steal it from my office..which is why I burnt it to nought but ash!!”
Hetfield takes a few steps back, rubbing his eyes in frustration as Rivera adjusts his tie, turning to Sneed.
Rivera:: “Sam. I told you, didn’t I? Come. We have a show to plan.”
Hetfield slowly raises his head, a creepy grin spread across his face. Rivera turns his head, flinching backwards as he notices the eerie grin.
Hetfield:: "Y'see Mark, you always had one weakness: Under you, there were always superstars looking to break out from under the shroud. Superstars whom you quietly nudged to the side. One such superstar tipped me off to your briefcase, told me that you were taking a rather...keen interest in it. Do you honestly think Prestige was when I would try and take it? No, I would try it the first time you took your eyes off of it."
Rivera:: "YOU'RE BLUFFING!!"
Hetfield:: "...Roy, get out here."
Without theme music either, Roy Viper, a microphone clipped to the collar of his leather jacket, makes his way down the ramp, clutching a black leather briefcase. Viper breaks into a jog halfway down the ramp, reaching the ring quickly and sliding the briefcase in under the bottom rope before sliding in after it.
Gibson:: "What the hell is Roy Viper doing here?!"
Viper pulls himself to his feet and hands the briefcase over to Hetfield, giving a sideways smirk at Rivera who looks over at Hetfield, shocked and slowly shaking his head.
Hetfield:: "Ashen was the one who handed me a scrap of paper. A very interesting scrap of paper. It detailed that you had acquired security tapes in May 2010 for your personal files. Nevertheless, the tapes disappeared. Ashen was interested, especially considering that Ellis’s… ‘accident’ occurred around that time. When it became clear that you were never going to leave, at least not on your own terms, I had to hire help. After all, I wasn’t allowed anywhere near the show, was I? Your security would be sure to stop me…which is why I hired someone whose services were always open for mercenary work, so to say. Enter Roy Viper.”
Viper:: “Y’see, while my TITAN and Cross brawled in October last year, I took the opportunity to sneak into your office, being paid a pretty penny for my services. All I had to do was take the papers, releasing them with blank pieces of paper, and then bring them to Hetfield. Simple, really.”
Rivera:: “…No, you’re bluffing. That suitcase was burned. The documents are ashes now. We have nothing else to discuss.”
Despite noticeably beginning to run with sweat, Rivera remains defiant. Viper hands the briefcase to Hetfield, who holds out the briefcase in both hands and Roy flips the catches, opening the briefcase as Rivera quickly rolls out under the ring.
Hetfield:: “Stop right there, you piece of shit. Roy, do the honors.”
Viper:: "Papers detailing how, in the event of Vincent Ellis's death, the position of CEO was handed over to you. Papers detailing one Mark Rivera acquiring surveillance tapes and even papers which detail Rivera swapping cash with a few people, presumably to keep them quiet. And, of course, the confession of Ellis himself shortly before his body could no longer sustain itself under the injuries it had suffered."
Rivera starts to jog up the ramp, but is quickly stopped as several police officers walk out onto the stage, hands clasped over their lap. Rivera takes a few steps back as Hetfield turns to the ramp.
Hetfield:: "Everyone always knew you had pushed Ellis through that window, causing his eventual demise, but no-one had proof...until now. That briefcase contains the documents we need. Sucks for you that the year and a day rule is no longer in effect, huh? Not only that, but you knew you would benefit from Ellis's removal from the position of power and his eventual death. That's pre-meditation, and that is...first degree murder."
The crowd fall into a stunned silence, as does Rivera. Sam Sneed remains motionless in the ring as two of the police officers march down the rap, grasping Rivera's arms and wrenching them behind his back, snapping a pair of steel handcuffs over his wrists.
Viper:: "Oh, and Mark? You won't be getting out from this one."
Rivera:: "YOU SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!! YOU BACKSTABBING BASTARD!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!"
Hetfield:: "....Not exactly the best thing to say, considering the charges you're looking at. You'll be looking at a long trial at first, but we all know the inevitable result. This is it, Mark. You're not coming back. There will be no return from the brink, no returning as an underling: You are going to rot in a cell for the rest of your life."
The officers twist Rivera around, forcably marching him up the ramp and up onto the stage.
Hetfield:: "Take one last look, Mark! Bon voyage!"
The police officers remove the microphone from Rivera's collar, marching him through the curtain, out of the crowds sight as the other police officers follow. Rivera's enraged ranting is still audible as he is marched through the backstage coridoors. Hetfield turns to Viper, giving a small nod and reaching into his pocket, pulling out a slip of paper that appears to be a cheque. Viper takes the slip of paper and almost instantly turns around, walking forward and climbing through the ropes, hopping to the outside and walking up the ramp. Hetfield slams the briefcase shut, snapping the latches and handing it to Dave who takes the briefcase, climbing out of the ring and hopping to the outside, quickly jogging up the ramp.
Hetfield:: “……Ladies and Gentlemen, the Asylum is no more. Enough of this fucking bullshit. Enough of ‘EUW-Asylum’. No more. No more childish games. No more changing of names. No more fooling around playing hot potato with general managers. In a fortnight, I will have a person chosen from the job. I will introduce that person at the beginning of the show. From that moment on, only one entity lives in this ring as it should: THE EUW!!!!”
A huge, sudden cheer goes up from the crowd, but even it doesn’t last long as it slowly succumbs to a quietness, reflecting on the events that have just happened. Noticing this, Hetfield adjusts the microphone on his collar, clearing his throat as he turns to Sam Sneed.
Hetfield:: "Oh, you're still here? Well, lucky for you, you get to keep your job as assistant to the general manager."
Sneed:: "Who?!"
Hetfield gives a small smirk, turning to the ropes and climbing out onto the apron, hopping down to the outside.
Hetfield:: "You'll find out in two weeks, Sam. I came out for only one reason tonight: To witness the downfall of Mark Rivera. Nothing more."
The crowd still sit in stunned silence, a few cheers ringing out as Hetfield begins to walk up the ramp, a smile seemingly permanently etched across his face.
Gibson:: "....What a night."
Long:: "...What in the name of God and all that is holy did we just see?"
Gibson:: "Mark Rivera has been arrested for the murder of Vincent Ellis. That's it. That's all, but.....My God.."
Long:: "Who'd have thought that the little parasitic weasel had it in him to flat-out murder someone?!"
Gibson:: “…Well, we’ll see you in a fortnight, folks?”
Long:: “Who’s our new CEO and General Manager? HETFIELD! WE DEMAND ANSWERS!”
Hetfield stops halfway up the ramp, looking over his shoulder with a bright grin before continuing up the ramp, clapping his hands together. The camera pans to Sam Sneed standing in the ring, appearing to be absolutely shellshocked as the “EUW” logo appears in the bottom-left corner of the screen before the screen fades to black.
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