the European Wrestling League presents….
The European Cup – 2024
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
the Uber Arena, Berlin, Germany
[The camera pans across the sold-out Uber Arena in Berlin, Germany, as the crowd buzzes with excitement. The iconic Christmas lights of the arena glisten, reflecting the festive spirit of the evening. The stage is set for an unforgettable night of wrestling action on Christmas Eve. Spotlights focus on the ring, where Sofia Petrova stands, dressed elegantly in a festive yet professional outfit, holding a microphone.]
Sofia Petrova:
“Guten Abend, Berlin! And welcome to the European Cup 2024! Tonight, from the heart of Europe, we bring you an extraordinary one-night tournament where eight of the best wrestlers from across the continent will battle it out to claim the prestigious European Cup trophy!”
[The crowd roars in anticipation as Sofia gestures toward the gleaming trophy displayed on a pedestal by the stage.]
Sofia Petrova:
“The winner of this incredible tournament will not only take home the honor of being crowned European Cup Champion but will also earn a shot at the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship, currently held by the legendary Masafumi Satake! It’s a prize that every competitor here tonight would love to claim!”
[The camera cuts to highlights of the eight competitors, their names flashing across the screen as Sofia introduces them.]
Sofia Petrova:
“Competing tonight, we have eight phenomenal athletes representing the pride of their nations:
- From Spain, the reigning Project: Violence Heavyweight Champion and winner of the European Wrestling League 2024, Adam Garcia!
- From Norway, a former Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Bjorn Asulf!
- From Finland, the 2024 European Wrestling League Runner-Up, Eero Koskinen!
- From Germany, your very own and the current IPWA German Heavyweight Champion, Wolfgang Schneider!
- From France, a former Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Jean Louis Duval!
- From Poland, the determined and dangerous EWL 5th Place finisher, Mateusz Nowark!
- From Scotland, a former sVo Roulette Champion and DW UK Tag Team Champion, Kyle McRae!
- And from Wales, the third-place finisher in the European Wrestling League 2024, Rhys Morgan!”
[The crowd cheers wildly, particularly for hometown favorite Wolfgang Schneider, as Sofia pauses to let the energy rise.]
Sofia Petrova:
“Alongside this incredible tournament, we have a special tag team exhibition match! Berlin, give it up for your IPWA German Tag Team Champions, the hometown heroes, The Ultras! Tonight, they take on the formidable French team from Dynasty Wrestling, The Legion, in a match with huge stakes! The winners will earn a future shot at the IPWA International Tag Team Championships held by the Gutter Gods!”
[The camera cuts to the crowd, who are on their feet, chanting and cheering.]
Sofia Petrova:
“Berlin, the stage is set, the stakes are high, and the action will be unforgettable! This is the European Cup 2024! Let’s get the night started!”
[The crowd erupts into cheers as the lights dim, signalling the start of the night’s first match, as the commentary team for the night, Steve Pringle & Eddie Bates, hype the action.]
Quarterfinal 1
Adam Garcia vs. Rhys Morgan
Backstage
Revenge on my Mind
[The scene opens in a bustling backstage area of the Uber Arena in Berlin. Sofia Petrova stands next to the towering Finnish giant, Eero Koskinen, who looms over her. Dressed in his ring gear with a cold, focused look on his face, Eero adjusts the wrist tape on his massive hands as Sofia begins the interview.]
Sofia Petrova:
“Good evening, Eero. We’re here backstage at the European Cup 2024, and we’ve already seen Adam Garcia secure his spot in the semifinals with a hard-fought win over Rhys Morgan. Up next, you face Mateusz Nowark in your own opening-round match. What’s going through your mind right now?”
[Eero shifts his gaze to Sofia, his voice deep and deliberate, his Finnish accent heavy.]
Eero Koskinen:
“What’s going through my mind? Redemption. In the European Wrestling League, I came so close—so close—to proving I am the best in Europe. But Garcia? He got lucky. Tonight, it’s not just about winning this tournament. It’s about making a statement. I will crush anyone who stands in my way, including Mateusz Nowark.”
Sofia Petrova:
“Mateusz Nowark is known for his cunning and dirty tactics. Are you concerned about how he might approach this match?”
Eero Koskinen:
[He scoffs.]
“Mateusz Nowark can try all the tricks he wants, but there’s one thing he can’t do—he can’t stop me. I’m stronger. I’m faster. And tonight, he will learn that no amount of scheming can overcome raw, unstoppable power.”
Sofia Petrova:
“Adam Garcia mentioned earlier that he is determined to stay ahead of you and prove why he’s the European Wrestling League Champion. If you both advance tonight, there’s a chance you could meet in the final. Is that something you’re hoping for?”
Eero Koskinen:
[His eyes narrow, and he steps closer to the camera.]
“Hope? No. It’s something I’m counting on. Garcia knows he can’t outrun me forever. He got lucky once, but I’m not the same man he faced in the league. I’ve grown stronger, hungrier. When we meet in the final, I will make him regret ever holding that trophy. I’m not just here to win the European Cup—I’m here to make sure Garcia’s reign ends in humiliation.”
Sofia Petrova:
“Strong words, Eero. But first, you have to get through Mateusz Nowark. Any final thoughts before you step into the ring?”
Eero Koskinen:
[He looks directly into the camera, his tone icy.]
“Nowark, you’re standing in my way. That’s a mistake. Tonight, I send a message to Garcia—and to the world. The European Cup will be mine, and the name Eero Koskinen will be etched in history.”
[With that, Eero walks off, his immense frame cutting an imposing figure as the camera pans back to Sofia.]
Sofia Petrova:
“Eero Koskinen is laser-focused and determined to take home the European Cup. Will he deliver on his promise? His match against Mateusz Nowark is up next!”
[The screen fades to black, building anticipation for the next match.]
Quarterfinal 2
Bjorn Asulf vs. Kyle McRae
Backstage
The Legion Arrive
[The scene opens in the backstage parking lot of the Uber Arena in Berlin, Germany. A sleek black SUV pulls up, and as the doors open, boos from the live crowd in the arena fill the air. Out step the three members of The Legion: Jean Louis Duval, HyperNova, and Royce Lacroix, all dressed in sharp, coordinated outfits that exude arrogance. They are clearly unimpressed by their surroundings, their disdain evident as they glance around the venue.]
Jean Louis Duval:
[Wrinkling his nose and adjusting his scarf.]
“Ah, Berlin. Of course, we get stuck in this dreary place for such an important event. I suppose even the Germans deserve to witness greatness once in their lives.”
[The crowd’s boos grow louder at Duval’s smug tone, but it only seems to amuse him. HyperNova, the athletic high-flyer of the group, flips his hair back and smirks at the noise.]
HyperNova:
“These people don’t even deserve to see us, Jean. But it’s fine—I’ll enjoy the look on their faces when we humiliate their precious Ultras tonight.”
Royce Lacroix:
[Cracking his knuckles, his voice gruff and confident.]
“Humiliate them? No, no, no. I’m here to hurt them. Nothing personal—I just really enjoy beating up Germans.”
[HyperNova and Lacroix chuckle, the sinister camaraderie between them on full display. Jean Louis Duval takes a step forward, turning to address his teammates with a commanding presence.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“Gentlemen, tonight isn’t just about making a statement—it’s about taking what belongs to us. The Legion will dominate this event, from the opening bell to the final second. You two? You’ll destroy the Ultras, earn that IPWA Tag Team Title shot, and remind everyone that France produces the best wrestlers in Europe.”
[He adjusts the lapels of his jacket and looks directly into the camera, his eyes filled with intensity.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“And as for me… tonight, I’ll take my rightful place at the top by winning the European Cup. When I hold that trophy in my hands, I’ll show the world why Jean Louis Duval deserves another shot at Masafumi Satake. The IPWA International Heavyweight Championship is mine to reclaim.”
[HyperNova grins mischievously, leaning against the SUV.]
HyperNova:
“And the best part? All we have to do is crush the dreams of a few Germans to do it.”
Royce Lacroix:
[Smirking and looking directly at the camera.]
“Consider it a public service.”
[The three Frenchmen laugh, exuding supreme confidence and disdain for their surroundings. As they walk into the arena, the crowd’s boos crescendo, but The Legion pays no mind, their focus unshaken.]
[The camera lingers on their retreating figures as the scene transitions to the buzzing atmosphere of the Uber Arena, setting the stage for an intense evening of action.]
Quarterfinal 3
Eero Koshiken vs. Mateusz Nowark
Backstage
Hometown Pride
[The scene opens backstage at the Uber Arena, where Sofia Petrova stands poised with her microphone. Next to her is the imposing figure of Wolfgang Schneider, the reigning IPWA German Heavyweight Champion. The hometown crowd roars their approval as Schneider adjusts his title belt draped over his shoulder, his expression steely and determined.]
Sofia Petrova:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the reigning IPWA German Heavyweight Champion, Wolfgang Schneider! Wolfgang, tonight you compete in the European Cup quarterfinals against Jean Louis Duval. Earlier, Duval and his teammates from The Legion made some strong statements, dismissing Germany and vowing to dominate this event. What’s your response to his words?”
[Schneider lets out a small, humorless chuckle, shaking his head as the crowd in the arena boos the mention of Duval.]
Wolfgang Schneider:
[His voice is low and commanding, tinged with disdain.]
“Duval talks a lot, doesn’t he? Always running his mouth about how great he is, how The Legion is going to dominate… blah, blah, blah. But words are cheap, Sofia. Especially when they come from someone who hasn’t earned the respect to back them up.”
[The crowd cheers loudly, sensing Schneider’s intensity. He adjusts the belt on his shoulder, his piercing gaze locked on the camera.]
Wolfgang Schneider:
“Jean Louis Duval thinks he can walk into my country, in front of my people, and disrespect us? He thinks this is just another stop on his way to that trophy? No. Tonight, I’m going to remind him why I am the IPWA German Heavyweight Champion. I’m going to show him that in Germany, actions speak louder than words.”
Sofia Petrova:
[Intrigued.]
“Duval also said he’s determined to win the European Cup to earn a rematch with Masafumi Satake for the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship. How does it feel knowing you could stop him from achieving that goal tonight?”
Wolfgang Schneider:
[Smirking slightly.]
“Stop him? Sofia, I plan to destroy him. Duval can dream about titles and trophies all he wants, but his journey ends here. Right now. I’m going to knock him out of this tournament, and when I’m done, The Legion will realize they messed with the wrong country and the wrong champion.”
[The crowd erupts in cheers as Schneider steps closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a menacing tone.]
Wolfgang Schneider:
“Duval… pack your bags, because tonight, you’re not just losing. You’re getting sent back to France with nothing but the taste of defeat.”
Sofia Petrova:
[Confidently addressing the camera.]
“Strong words from Wolfgang Schneider, who is ready to fight for Germany and take on Jean Louis Duval in the quarterfinals. That match is up next, and you won’t want to miss it!”
[Schneider nods firmly, adjusting his title one last time before walking off-screen, his determination etched in every step. The camera cuts back to the arena, where the crowd chants Schneider’s name, eagerly awaiting the clash.]
Quarterfinal 4
Wolfgang Schneider vs. Jean Louis Duval
Backstage
The Viking has come to Conquer
[The camera cuts to Sofia Petrova backstage at the Uber Arena. The atmosphere is tense as she stands beside the towering and intimidating figure of The Viking, Bjorn Asulf. Clad in a leather vest with Nordic symbols emblazoned on it, Asulf exudes an aura of menace, his arms crossed as he glares down at Sofia. The crowd in the arena erupts into boos at the sight of him on the screen.]
Sofia Petrova:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with one of the most dangerous competitors in the European Cup, the former Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Bjorn Asulf. Bjorn, up next, you face none other than the reigning Project Violence Heavyweight Champion, Adam Garcia, in a quarterfinal match. What are your thoughts heading into this contest?”
[Bjorn lets out a deep, guttural laugh, shaking his head as if the question amuses him. The crowd’s boos grow louder.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“Thoughts, Sofia? Let me tell you my thoughts. Adam Garcia… the so-called Mad Bull. The golden boy of Project Violence. Everywhere he goes, people cheer his name like he’s some kind of hero. But heroes? Heroes are overrated. They’re weak. They crumble when the real pressure starts.”
[Asulf leans in slightly, his piercing eyes narrowing.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“Garcia is no different. Sure, he’s strong. Sure, he’s got that shiny title around his waist. But tonight, none of that matters. Tonight, he steps into the ring with The Viking. A man who doesn’t care about the cheers, the glory, or the adoration of the masses. All I care about is destruction. And Garcia? He’s just another victim waiting to be crushed under my boot.”
Sofia Petrova:
[Determined to push back against Asulf’s arrogance.]
“Adam Garcia has proven time and time again that he can handle the toughest competition. He’s the European Wrestling League winner and the reigning Project Violence Heavyweight Champion. Surely you must recognize the challenge he presents?”
[Bjorn scoffs, rolling his eyes.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“Challenge? Sofia, the only challenge tonight is how much punishment I can dish out before Garcia finally breaks. He may have his shiny accolades and his little fans cheering for him, but none of that matters when you’re staring into the eyes of a man who’s been to war, who’s dominated on every battlefield he’s stepped onto. Garcia may be a bull, but tonight, I’m the hunter. And you know what happens to bulls in the wild? They get slaughtered.”
[The crowd’s boos intensify as Asulf smirks arrogantly, clearly enjoying the reaction.]
Sofia Petrova:
[Standing firm.]
“Bjorn, if you do manage to defeat Adam Garcia tonight, you’ll take one step closer to the European Cup trophy and a shot at the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship. Is that your ultimate goal?”
Bjorn Asulf:
[Grinning darkly.]
“My goal is simple, Sofia. Dominate. Destroy. And when I stand over Garcia’s broken body tonight, that trophy will be as good as mine. And Satake? He can polish that belt of his all he wants because the Viking is coming for it next.”
[Asulf glares into the camera, pointing menacingly as the crowd continues to jeer.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“Garcia, you’ve had your time in the spotlight. Now, it’s my time. Prepare yourself… because the Viking doesn’t just conquer. He annihilates.”
Sofia Petrova:
[Turning to the camera, composed despite Asulf’s intensity.]
“Strong words from Bjorn Asulf, who is ready to face Adam Garcia in what promises to be a brutal quarterfinal match. That match is next, and you won’t want to miss it!”
[Asulf storms off, his imposing figure disappearing down the hallway as Sofia watches him leave. The camera transitions back to the arena, where the crowd chants in anticipation of the upcoming showdown.]
Semifinal 1
Adam Garcia vs. Bjorn Asulf
Backstage
Respect
[The camera cuts to a quiet corridor backstage at the Uber Arena. Eero Koskinen, the towering Finnish giant, is preparing for his upcoming semi-final match against Jean Louis Duval. He stands with a focused demeanor, performing slow, deliberate stretches to loosen his massive frame. The soft hum of activity in the background creates a sense of anticipation. The crowd buzzes faintly in the arena as they see the fan-favorite Eero on the screen.]
[Suddenly, Adam Garcia, still slightly winded but victorious after his grueling quarterfinal match against Bjorn Asulf, walks into view. The Mad Bull is clad in his ring gear, his sweat-soaked hair pushed back, and a determined expression still etched on his face. The two men notice each other immediately.]
[For a moment, the air is filled with an unspoken tension. These two competitors were the last men standing in the European Wrestling League, battling to the very end for the top spot. Despite their competitive history, there’s a mutual respect between them.]
[Garcia pauses, adjusting the Project Violence Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder. He nods toward Koskinen, acknowledging the Finnish giant’s strength and determination.]
Adam Garcia:
[Earnestly.]
“Eero.”
[Eero straightens up from his stretch, towering over Garcia but matching his intensity. He gives a small, respectful nod in return.]
Eero Koskinen:
[Calmly, with his deep Finnish accent.]
“Adam.”
[The two competitors hold each other’s gaze for a beat longer, the history of their rivalry and the mutual understanding of what it takes to reach this level evident. The crowd cheers in the arena at this rare moment of sportsmanship.]
Adam Garcia:
[Breaking the silence, with a faint smirk.]
“Good luck out there, big man. Duval’s no joke, but I know you’ve got what it takes to shut him up.”
[Eero smirks faintly, his usually stoic face showing a flicker of gratitude.]
Eero Koskinen:
“Thank you. You too, Garcia. You’ve already made it past the first step… but I hope to see you in the finals.”
[Garcia chuckles, adjusting the belt on his shoulder.]
Adam Garcia:
“If it’s you, Eero, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Let’s give them a show they’ll never forget.”
[Eero nods again, his focus unwavering.]
Eero Koskinen:
“We’ll see if fate allows it. But for now, I have a Frenchman to crush.”
[The crowd roars at Eero’s determination. Garcia pats the big man on the arm as he walks past, leaving Eero to finish his preparation. The camera lingers on Eero for a moment as he resumes his stretches, the Finnish giant looking more determined than ever.]
[The screen transitions to the arena, where the announcers hype up the next match: Eero Koskinen versus Jean Louis Duval in the semi-finals of the European Cup.]
Semifinal 2
Eero Koshiken vs. Jean Louis Duval
Backstage
The Fire
[The camera cuts to the parking lot of the Uber Arena. Bjorn Asulf, the towering and intimidating Viking from Norway, is seen storming toward the exit. His body language screams frustration after his earlier loss in the tournament to Adam Garcia. Dressed in his leather jacket, with his gym bag slung over one shoulder, Asulf glares at anyone who dares cross his path. The crowd in the arena boos as they watch his anger unfold.]
[As Asulf approaches his car, a familiar voice stops him in his tracks. Enter Matt Anarchy, the charismatic and cunning General Manager of Dynasty Wrestling. Clad in his signature black suit and sunglasses, with his ever-present smirk, Anarchy steps into view. The fans buzz at the unexpected appearance.]
Matt Anarchy:
[Calm, measured, and oozing confidence.]
“Bjorn, Bjorn, Bjorn… leaving so soon? That’s not the Viking way, is it?”
[Asulf turns sharply, his eyes narrowing at Anarchy. His frustration is palpable.]
Bjorn Asulf:
[Gruffly.]
“What do you want, Anarchy? If you came here to lecture me, save it. I’m not in the mood.”
[Anarchy chuckles, adjusting his sunglasses and stepping closer, unfazed by Asulf’s intensity.]
Matt Anarchy:
“Lecture you? No, no, my dear Bjorn. I came here to motivate you. To remind you of who you are. Look, what happened out there tonight wasn’t luck or skill—it was a fluke. Adam Garcia’s a great champion, but he caught you off guard, that’s all. You’re still a force to be reckoned with, and you know it.”
[Asulf drops his bag to the ground, his fists clenching as he steps toward Anarchy. The size difference is noticeable, but Anarchy holds his ground.]
Bjorn Asulf:
[Angrily.]
“I said I don’t want to hear it! You think your words mean anything to me right now? I came here to win the European Cup, to prove I’m the best in Europe, and now I’m leaving with nothing!”
[Anarchy raises his hands defensively, his smirk never fading.]
Matt Anarchy:
“Easy there, big guy. I’m not here to argue. I’m here because I see the bigger picture, even if you don’t. You’re Bjorn Asulf, the Viking. One loss doesn’t define you. But walking away from this with your tail between your legs? That might.”
[The crowd murmurs at the tension as Asulf glares at Anarchy. For a moment, it seems like he might take a swing at the GM, but he restrains himself, taking a deep breath.]
Bjorn Asulf:
[Coldly.]
“You talk too much, Anarchy. Maybe that’s why you’re a suit now, and not in the ring where real men settle things.”
[The crowd gasps at the cutting remark. Anarchy, to his credit, doesn’t flinch, his smirk now replaced with a more serious expression.]
Matt Anarchy:
“Careful, Bjorn. I’m not the one who needs to prove himself. You are. If you ever decide to channel that anger into something constructive, you know where to find me.”
[Asulf grabs his bag off the ground and slings it over his shoulder, not bothering to reply. He walks past Anarchy toward his car, leaving the GM standing there with a mix of amusement and intrigue.]
[The camera lingers on Anarchy as he watches Asulf drive away, his smirk slowly returning.]
Matt Anarchy:
[To himself, softly.]
“That anger… that fire… it’s going to burn someone alive. And I’ll be right there to watch.”
[The scene fades to black as the commentary team speculates on what this interaction might mean for Bjorn Asulf’s future.]
IPWA International Tag Team Championship #1 Contenders Match
The Ultras vs. Legion
Ringside
European Cup
[The camera pans to the stage as a spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp. The unmistakable theme music of Jon Page, owner of the Sanctioned Violence Network, plays throughout the Uber Arena. The crowd offers a mixed reaction, acknowledging the man behind some of the biggest wrestling promotions in the world, including sVo, DW, P:V, RSPW, LdCE, and the European Wrestling League. Dressed sharply in a tailored suit, Jon Page steps out, carrying the gleaming European Cup trophy.]
[The trophy, a beautifully crafted silver cup adorned with the flags of European nations, glistens under the arena lights. Page makes his way down the ramp, nodding to fans as he walks to the ring, his presence commanding attention.]
[In the ring, Sofia Petrova waits with a microphone, a warm smile on her face. A second spotlight shines on her as the crowd buzzes with anticipation. Page climbs the steel steps and enters the ring, placing the trophy on a pedestal near the corner. He shakes Sofia’s hand as she begins the segment.]
Sofia Petrova:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the owner of the Sanctioned Violence Network and the visionary behind the European Wrestling League, Mr. Jon Page!”
[The crowd reacts with polite applause and a smattering of cheers and boos. Page adjusts his tie and takes the microphone from Sofia, smiling politely.]
Jon Page:
“Thank you, Sofia. And thank you, Berlin, for being such a fantastic host tonight!”
[The crowd cheers loudly for their hometown acknowledgment, showing their appreciation for the event.]
Jon Page:
“Tonight, we’ve witnessed some of the greatest talents in European wrestling step into this ring to compete for one of the most prestigious prizes in the sport: the European Cup. Eight competitors started the night, each one representing not just themselves, but their countries, their fans, and their legacies. And now, we are down to the final two.”
[The crowd cheers as Page gestures toward the trophy, the camera focusing on its intricate details.]
Jon Page:
“This trophy isn’t just a symbol of excellence; it represents the heart, grit, and determination of every athlete who steps into the ring. Tonight, either Adam Garcia of Spain or Jean Louis Duval of France will claim this trophy and earn their shot at the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship.”
[Sofia nods and raises her microphone to speak.]
Sofia Petrova:
“Mr. Page, before we head into the main event, do you have any final words for the two men about to compete?”
Jon Page:
[Turning to face the camera, his tone becomes serious.]
“Absolutely, Sofia. To Adam Garcia and Jean Louis Duval: You’ve both earned your spots in this final through sheer determination and incredible performances. Now, the world is watching. Leave it all in the ring, fight with honor, and may the best man win… in a fair fight.”
[The crowd roars in approval at the sentiment, with chants for both competitors breaking out. Page places the microphone down, steps to the ropes, and gestures toward the trophy before exiting the ring.]
[The camera follows Page as he takes a seat at ringside, ensuring the presentation of the European Cup is front and center. Sofia remains in the ring as the announcers hype the upcoming main event: Adam Garcia versus Jean Louis Duval for the European Cup trophy and a shot at the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship!]
[The screen cuts to a split-shot of Garcia and Duval preparing backstage as the anticipation builds.]
European Cup Final
Adam Garcia vs. Jean Louis Duval
Ringside
Tainted
[The bell rings, signaling the shocking conclusion of the European Cup Final. Jean Louis Duval raises his arms in victory, a sly grin spread across his face as boos rain down from the furious Berlin crowd. Outside the ring, Adam Garcia sits slumped against the barricade, blood dripping from a gash on his forehead and bruises covering his body. The camera pans to the entrance ramp, where ‘Iron Heart’ Caleb Knox stands, arms crossed and smirking, satisfied with his handiwork.]
[Jon Page enters the ring, carrying the prestigious European Cup trophy. The crowd’s reaction grows louder as he steps through the ropes, trying to drown out Duval’s arrogant celebrations.]
Steve Pringle:
“I can’t believe what we’ve just witnessed! Jean Louis Duval has won the European Cup, but not without controversy! Caleb Knox has struck a massive blow to Adam Garcia, costing him not just the tournament but his chance at glory!”
Eddie Bates:
“And look at Duval—he’s reveling in it! What a disgraceful way to end such a prestigious event!”
[Duval struts around the ring, mocking the booing fans and pointing at Garcia on the outside. Jon Page places the trophy on a pedestal in the center of the ring and approaches Duval, his expression stern. The Frenchman pulls Page in for an overly enthusiastic handshake, smirking as the boos intensify.]
Jon Page:
[Into the microphone, attempting to bring order to the chaos.]
“Jean Louis Duval, congratulations. You have earned the right to call yourself the winner of the inaugural European Cup.”
[The crowd erupts in deafening boos, drowning out Page’s words. Duval snatches the microphone from him, his arrogance on full display.]
Jean Louis Duval:
[Mocking the crowd in a heavy French accent.]
“Silence, you ignorant fools! Tonight, I did exactly what I said I would do. I proved that I am the greatest wrestler in Europe! Adam Garcia, your blood stains this arena as a reminder of your failure!”
[The camera cuts to Garcia, who looks up at the ring with a furious glare, clutching his ribs as he tries to pull himself up using the barricade.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“And as for you, Caleb Knox…”
[Duval points to the entrance ramp where Knox stands, smirking and nodding in acknowledgment.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“Merci beaucoup, my friend. You may have your reasons for what you did, but tonight, your actions have paved the way for my destiny! And now, Masafumi Satake, polish that IPWA International Heavyweight Championship because Jean Louis Duval is coming for it!”
[Duval hoists the European Cup trophy above his head as the crowd’s boos grow even louder. Confetti falls from the ceiling, but the moment feels tainted by the controversial finish.]
[Caleb Knox takes a step forward on the ramp, locking eyes with Garcia, who is now on his feet, bloodied but defiant. Knox smirks and gestures toward the ring as if to say, “This is just the beginning.”]
Sofia Petrova:
[Stepping cautiously into the ring with a microphone, trying to salvage the moment.]
“Jean Louis Duval, tonight you’ve made history. But given the circumstances, how do you respond to those who will say you didn’t win this tournament fairly?”
[Duval glares at Sofia, his arrogance unshaken.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“Fair? Fair?! Sofia, history does not remember how it was made—only who made it. And tonight, that man is Jean Louis Duval!”
[He holds the trophy aloft once more, basking in the hatred of the crowd. Knox retreats backstage, leaving Garcia staring daggers at Duval from ringside. The camera lingers on Garcia’s bloodied, determined face as he points at Duval, silently vowing revenge.]
Steve Pringle:
“Jean Louis Duval may be celebrating now, but you can bet Adam Garcia won’t let this stand. And what about Caleb Knox’s role in all of this?!”
Eddie Bates:
“The European Cup may have found its first winner, but the fallout from tonight will be felt across the entire wrestling world!”
[The show closes with Duval standing tall in the ring, the European Cup raised high above his head, as Garcia looks on from ringside, plotting his next move.]
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