KL: Dis, on the last Aggression it certainly seemed to the viewing audience that you interrupted the Main Event to attack Cross. What's been on the mind of everyone this week is, why?
Dis stands silent, and shakes his head before taking the cap off the Sharpee marker. He scribbles something on one of the index cards and hands it to Lombardo. Kenny looks at the card and then to Dis, who merely motions Kenny to read.
KL: "Two does not make One." What is this supposed to mean? I don't...OH SH(BLEEP)!
Lombardo dives out of the way as Cross enters the scene, weilding a chair and aiming it for Dis's head. Dis moves at the last second, and the chair hits the wall with a CLANG!
C: You SON OF A B(BLEEP)TCH!
Cross swings again, and hits Dis squarely on the back. The masked man falls face-down to the ground, index cards scattering. He reaches for one and quickly writes something before turning over and blocking another chairshot aimed for his head. Dis holds the card up as Cross hatefully stares at him. He motions for Cross to read, and the former A1E champ coldly obliges.
C: "And so there were Two."
Dis nods, and blindly reaches for another card, scribbling something else and holding it up.
C: "Find the security tape to see the One dressed as me, but who is not Me."
Cross flicks the card down at Dis.
C: For your sake, freak, you'd better be right.
Cross limps away from the fallen Dis and the carnage. Dis watches him go, then crawls over to a nearby folding table and uses it to pull himself to his feet. He hobbles off down the hall, and the camera goes elsewhere.
[Cue up “Lose Yourself”]
DT: Guys, did you read into that what I did?
DM: So now there are two Dises running around here? Geez... guy's prolific. So what, we've got Dis and we've got Son of Dis.
DM: They be double-dissin'!
DT: Well, hopefully we'll find out more as the evening goes on. In any case, this match is for a shot at Sebastian Dodd and his Intercontinental Championship. Here comes “Yours Truly” Adam Benjamin.
DM: It’s funny, Benjamin went from fighting for the World Title, and now he’s just fighting for a shot at the Intercontinental Championship. What’s gonna happen if he loses this, top seeding in the Television Title Tournament or whatever the hell Ryan’s got in store for that?
MN: Hey, you shut up about Benjamin. He can beat Big Loafy whenever he wants. He’s just doing his own thing.
DM: No, I think it’s because he got beat by Dis that he’s here.
DT: Well, regardless, he’s got a focus on that Intercontinental Title.
DM: He’s also got a new hobo friend. I’m surprised he’s not here at ringside. Maybe security threw him out thinking he was a regular bum and not one of Benji’s Bum Buddies.
[Cue up “Rainmaker”]
DT: And here comes Karl “The Dragon” Brown.
DM: Fresh off a win last week and a third place finish in that Natural Selection tournament. He’s been a little hot lately.
MN: Bah, who cares about outside tournaments.
DM: Well generally, we here at Empire Pro want to promote when our wrestlers do well in the squared circle.
MN: Well, he should have finished first.
DM: Oh yeah? I’d like to see you enter a tournament of that size in broadcasting and finish first.
MN: I can. I just choose not to.
DT: Alright, Brown and Benjamin are in the ring, these two men have faced off twice before, once in an Empire ring. Benjamin has won both.
DM: Karl Brown’s due though.
MN: Bah, there’s no such thing as due. Only domination counts. And Big Daddy English has dominated Karl Brown.
[SFX: Ring bell]
DT: Alright, the match starts and Benjamin and Brown lock up, collar and elbow tie up. Benjamin with the early advantage, headlock. Brown shoves him off the ropes, rebound and BIG DADDY ENGLISH WITH THE LARIAT.
DM: LARIATO!
MN: Big Daddy English always comes through.
DT: Great opening move for the former Intercontinental Champion. Brown gets up holding his chin and BENJAMIN IS RELENTLESS! Bulldog headlock!
MN: He’s got the heart of a Champion, a heart big enough for him and his new friend, Mr. Biggs!
DM: Oh please, he’s getting off to a good start, but the match has barely begun.
DT: Benjamin is up and he grabs the Dragon. Goes to the rear, stiff back drop... Benji covers...
...one...
...two...
...no! Karl Brown kicks out.
DM: Benji’s coming out with fire. I think he realizes his career is skidding, he needs a jolt quick.
MN: Skidding? Bah, your career’s the one that’s skidding. Big Daddy English is in for a big year in 2005!
DT: And he’s going back to work on Brown, stomp to the chest, and another. Benjamin now sitting Brown up and...
DM: It’s up, it’s gooood!
DT: What a kick to the back of Brown! Benjamin turns him over and has him in a camel clutch!
DM: Good strategy by the limey.
MN: That’s not a nice thing to call him.
DM: It’s about as nice as you calling Beast Big Loafy.
MN: He deserves it though.
DT: Benjamin with the camel clutch. Brown looks like he’s in a bit of pain there.
DM: Well yeah, that move does hurt.
DT: Duh Dean.
DM: Hey they pay you to call the moves, not show personality.
DT: Well, umm... hey! Back to the action in the ring, Benjamin’s broken the hold and is stomping on Brown’s back. He picks the Dragon up, and falling back drop, this time with a bridge....
...one...
...two...
...but Brown kicks out again!
MN: Adam Benjamin, showing why he’s the best technical wrestler in Empire Pro today!
DM: Well, that and 99 cents will get you a fresh, delicious cup of coffee at Dunkin’ Donuts.
MN: What the hell... you got that endorsement deal too?
DM: What can I say, Dean-o equals ratings-o!
DT: Back to the match at hand, Benjamin’s got Brown up... roundhouse kick that’s CAUGHT by the Dragon. Benji going for the enziguiri, but the Dragon DUCKS! Karl Brown falling forward, transitioning into the Achilles lock!
DM: Solid technical wrestling by Karl Brown here.
MN: Yeah, but is he good enough to be able to get a cup of coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts like Big Daddy English? HOMEY DON’T THINK SO!
DM: Neels, you’ve gone off the deep end.
DT: Benjamin gets to the ropes and Karl Brown breaks the hold. Both men are up, but Brown right away takes Benjamin down the canvas with a side Russian leg sweep. He covers...
...one...
...two...
...but Benjamin kicks out.
MN: It’s gonna take a lot more to put away Big Daddy English. He’s one bad ass mother...
DT: FAMILY SHOW!
MN: ...trucker!
DT: Brown back up, Benjamin slowly to follow... Benjamin charges in but Brown’s right there waiting for him, swinging neckbreaker! Brown grabs Benji from the canvas and goes behind... BRIDGING DRAGONPLEX!
...one...
...two...
...but Benji kicks out again!
DM: Well, Big Daddy English started strong, but he went and pulled a Vikings on us here.
MN: Hey, hey, hey, the Vikings won their playoff game, chump.
DM: The point stands regardless...
DT: ...don’t look now, but Karl Brown’s ascending the ropes. He’s waiting Benjamin to get to his feet, he does... Brown leaps, flips.. DRAGONRA... NO! Benjamin blocked it into a sitdown powerbomb! Cover...
...one...
...two...
...thr... NO! Brown kicks out!
DM: What a counter!
MN: I told you Benjamin was the mack daddy!
DM: Well he hasn’t won yet!
DT: No he hasn’t but he might now, as he’s signaling for the Benjamin Driver... headscissors, but no! Brown countering with the back body flip! Both men are up, Benjamin with the right, but blocked by Brown! Counter with a jab, another jab, right cross! Benjamin’s down!
MN: Closed fist! Disqualify him!
DM: This coming from the guy who’s singing the praises of an Intercontinental Champion who won with a low blow...
MN: Hey, technically, he won with the D-O-DDT!
DT: Benjamin back up, charging into Brown, but Karl Brown uses his momentum against him... sends him chest first into the turnbuckles! Benjamin stumbles back.. Brown with the dragon sleeper and... DRAGON’S BITE! DRAGON’S BITE! THIS ONE MIGHT BE OVER...
...one...
...two...
...three!!!!
TONY FATORA: Here is your winner, and new number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship... KARL “THE DRAGON” BROWN!
DT: It's been a long time coming, but Karl Brown finally gets that elusive win over Adam Benja HEY WHAT THE HECK?
[The fans boo suddenly as Eric Davis leaps out of the crowd, carrying a large wooden baseball bat in both hands. The former GXW Cruiserweight Champion vaults into the ring - and promptly clobbers Karl Brown in the gut with the bat!]
DT: WHAT THE HELL! ERIC DAVIS IS ATTACKING KARL BROWN FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!!
DM: MY DAWG!!! LAY DOWN THE LAW!!!
DT: DAVIS JUST LAYING INTO BROWN WITH THAT BASEBALL BAT! CHOPPING AND WHACKING AWAY AT HIS RIBS AND UPPER BACK! BROWN IS JUST TWITCHING LIKE CRAZY!
MN: BUT WHY!?
DM: Because Davis is the MAN! WOO! GO DOGG GO! WOOOOOO!
DT: Dammit, this is just wrong! Davis now with the microphone...
Davis: Just when you thought it was safe to be a poser.... Eric Davis comes along to set the record straight! Karl... you're a no talent hack and you've got something that belongs to me.
DT: What the hell is Davis talking about? Karl Brown has never even met Davis before...
MN: I don't know what it is... but I'm sure he's got a point.
Davis: Do you honestly think you've got what it takes to sport that little moniker of yours, Karl? You parade around here calling yourself the Dragon, but who are YOU, little man? Who are you to take the name of the greatest superstar this sport has ever known??? I am the dragon... and I always will be. But I WILL give you a chance, Karl. At the pay per view... you face me in a match.
[Davis takes his boot and kicks at Karl's ribs to get his attention. The downed Brown begins to stir.]
Davis: The WINNER of this match gets to keep the name of "The Dragon". YOU, on the other hand, have to relinquish it. And I don't really care if you accept the challenge, Karl, because just like your mother, it's going down either way. Cowboy up, partner.
[With that, Davis throws the microphone down at Brown and steps through the ropes. He makes his way to the back amidst a sea of boos.]
[Cut to a commercial for Burger Sultan...]