MN: YES!!! YES!!!

[Beast doesn't seem too surprised. He kicks Sands a few times, then crosses the ring and begins to climb the cage. However, he stops and looks back at the recovering champion. Indecision wracks Beast's face for a moment.]

DT: Beast beginning to climb - wait a minute... he's stopping... I think he doesn't know whether to try to climb out or to continue the fight!

[As Sands comes to one knee, Beast smiles evilly and hops down from the cage.]

DT: HE'S GONNA CONTINUE!!! He almost tried to escape, but I think he wants to prove that he can pin Sands or make him submit!

MN: As IF!

DT: Don't doubt Beast's abilities - He's a tremendous athlete with a big heart!

[Drawing back his fist, Beast pulls Sands to his feet. However, Sands sees an opening and takes it. He jabs his thumb into Beast's eyes. Beast stumbles back hard, and Sands promptly DDTs him.]

DT: OH! Sands goes to the eyes and connects with the big DDT!

MN: Come on, Burgerman. Are you blind? Sands popped him in the NOSE.

DT: I know an eye shot when I see one!

[Holding his head, Beast stumbles off the mat, using the cage to support himself. This proves to be a mistake, as Sands grabs him from behind and smashes the big man's face off the steel. Beast keels backwards, but Sands grabs him in mid-fall and slams him onto his head with a brutal half-nelson suplex!]

DT: What a half-nelson suplex from the World Champion, as he's taken control of this match!

MN: Now Beast's bleeding too!

DT: Both men are busted open inside the cage!

[Sands looks down at Beast through the blood flowing down his face, smirking evilly. He balls his fist and pounds on the cuts in Beast's forehead, splashing blood all over. Beast eventually gets his hands up to block the punches, at which point Sands drops a knee onto Beast's forehead, then applies a grounded dragon sleeper.]

DT: Cage or no cage, Sands is going back to what got him to the dance - his mastery of submissions!

MN: He uses that grounded sleeper a lot, doesn't he?

DT: It's one of his favorite submissions, and right now it's cutting off the flow of blood to Beast's brain, wearing him down!

MN: Beast could pass out!

DT: Or not! Beast fighting to his feet!

[With a loud roar, Beast heaves himself off the mat as the crowd goes berserk. He starts throwing elbows into Sands' ribs. However, the Barrie native slugs Beast in the back of the head, then hooks him up and drops him with his patented cobra clutch bomb!]

DT: WAIT!!! THE SAND BLASTER!!! SANDS HITS THE BLASTER!!! IT COULD BE OVER!!!

ONE!!!

 
TWO!

THREEEEEEEE!!!

...NO!!! SOMEHOW, SOME WAY, BEAST KICKED OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!!!

MN: SLOW COUNT!!! SLOW COUNT!!!

DT: No way! Beast kicked out fair and square!

[A frustrated Sands punches Beast in the mouth, then turns and begins climbing up the side of the cage. Beast begins to slowly recover, but Sands ignores him.]

DT: Sands trying to take the easy way out! He's not going to risk letting Beast pin him!

MN: Easy way out?! Shut up! It's a legitimate way to win!

DT: If he were a real champion he'd get back down there and pin Beast himself!

[As Sands drags himself up onto the cage rim, Beast comes to his feet and grabs Sands by the foot. Sands manages to shake Beast loose, but the big man regains his footing. Looking skyward for a moment, Sands then looks down and dives towards Beast with a flying cross body!]

DT: SANDS WITH A CROSSBODY OFF THE TOP - NO!!! BEAST CATCHES HIM!!! BRINGS HIM OVER!!! FALLAWAY SLAM BY THE CHALLENGER!!!

MN: NO!!! THAT'S WRONG!!!

DT: BEAST WITH THE COVER!!! IT'S OVER!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

...NOOOO!!! SANDS KICKED OUT!!!

MN: Whew! That was TOO close!

DT: Sands is definitely in trouble, as Beast's again in control of the match!

[Pulling a limp Sands off the mat, Beast stares intensely at him, then slams his fist into the face of his enemy. Sands falls backwards into the corner, where Beast clotheslines him. As Sands stumbles out into the center of the ring, Beast knees him in the gut, then sets him up for an Absolution!]

DT: ABSOLUTION COMING!!!

[Or not. Sands grabs Beast's legs and pulls them out from under him, flipping the big man over quickly. He then pounces and snaps Beast into the Sandman's Clutch!]

DT: WAIT!!! SANDMAN'S CLUTCH!!! THIS IS THE HOLD THAT DEFEATED BEAST LAST TIME!!!

MN: OHHHH YESSSSS, I LOVE IT!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

DT: YOU CAN SEE THE PAIN IN BEAST'S EYES!!! HE'S FIGHTING TO BREAK THE HOLD!!!

MN: As IF! NOBODY escapes the Clutch!

DT: Beast fighting it! Rocking back and forth in the hold to TRY and shake Sands loose!

MN: With no success at all! MWEEHEEHEE!

DT: Beast's struggling - but his arm's beginning to go limp! The hold's cutting off the blood to his head! I think he's unconscious!

MN: There's the ref!

DT: The official raises Beast's arm - FALLS ONCE!!!

MN: Two more times, baby!

DT: Raising the arm again - TWO!

MN: THIS CLOSE!

DT: One more time - NO!!! BEAST KEEPS THE ARM UP!!! THE ADRENALINE IS FLOWING!!!

[His eyes burning with intensity, Beast surges to his feet with Sands on his shoulder. The big man spins rapidly and launches Sands to the mat with a modified airplane spin, sending the champion caroming into a corner. Beast quickly follows him in and stomps a mudhole in him, working over the cut on Sands' forehead with his foot!]

DT: BEAST IS ON FIRE!!! STOMPING AWAY AT SANDS!!! HE'S NOT RELENTING ONE BIT!!!

MN: BAD BEAST!!! BAD!!!

[Roughly hauling Sands out of the corner, Beast wheels him across the ring, bouncing him off the opposite turnbuckles. As Sands stumbles out backwards, Beast snaps him into an inverted facelock, hitting an inverted swinging neckbreaker!]

DT: TEST OF FAITH!!! BEAST HITS THE TEST OF FAITH!!! COVER!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE - NO!!! SANDS KICKS OUT!!!

MN: YES!!!

DT: WAIT!!! Beast pulling Sands up again - SETTING HIM UP FOR THE ABSOLUTION!!!

[Again, it's not to be. Sands pushes against Beast's legs, backing him into a corner, then drives several shoulders into the bigger man's gut. Grabbing a stunned Beast by the head, Sands drags him out of the corner with a stiff Diamond Cutter!]

DT: DIAMOND CUTTER by Sands! Cover!

One!

TWO!

NO! Beast kicks out!

MN: MAN! Beast IS a beast! What's it gonna take to put him away?!

DT: Wait - SANDS REAPPLIES THE SANDMAN'S CLUTCH, AND HE'S FURIOUS!!!

MN: HE'S CHOKING BEAST OUT!!!

DT: BEAST IS FIGHTING IT!!!

MN: SANDS IS STILL CHOKING HIM THE HELL OUT!!!

DT: BEAST WILL NOT GIVE IN!!! HE ROLLS OVER!!! THE HOLD IS BROKEN AND SANDS IS GOING NUTS!!!

[As Beast breaks the hold, Sands shoots to his feet, screaming in rage. He pounds on the ropes furiously, then jumps on Beast and starts punching insanely at his face, his eyes blazing with frustration. The referee tries to restrain him, but Sands grabs him by the collar and screams at him.]

DT: Christian Sands has gone completely NUTS! He hasn't been able to put Beast down for the count, and it's driving him completely insane!

MN: Well, he wouldn't BE so mad if Beast would just stay down already!

[Pushing the ref out of the way, Sands starts stomping furiously at Beast, backing him into a corner. Unrelenting, Sands continues to stomp at him, then stoops, getting in Beast's face and screaming profanities at him.]

DT: Sands getting in Beast's face - AND BEAST SLAPS HIM ACROSS THE MOUTH!!!

MN: DQ!!! DQ!!!

[Stunned by the blow, Sands takes a few steps backwards, holding his jaw. With a little help from the ropes, Beast gets up and wipes blood from his eyes. With an insane yell, Sands lunges at Beast, but meets a kick to the gut. Stuffing his rival into a standing headscissors, Beast hooks Sands' arms and delivers the Absolution!]

DT: YES!!! ABSOLUTION!!! ABSOLUTION CONNECTS!!!

MN: NO!!!

DT: COVER!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREEEEEEEE - NO! SHOULDER UP BY SANDS!!!

MN: YESSS!!!

DT: Wait! Beast pulling Sands up again - ANOTHER ABSOLUTION!!! SANDS GOT DRILLED!!! COVER!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREEEEEE!!!

...NO!!! SANDS KICKED OUT AGAIN!!!

MN: JUST GIVE UP, BEAST!!!

DT: BEAST NOT GIVING UP!!! HE PULLS SANDS UP AGAIN!!! Points to the sky! This crowd is going nuts!

MN: NO!!!

DT: YES!!! A THIRD ABSOLUTION CONNECTS!!! COVER!!!

ONE!!!

 
TWO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!

MN: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

DT: YES!!! YES!!! IT'S OVER!!! BEAST WINS!!! BEAST IS THE NEW HEAVYWEIGHT!!! CHAMPION!!! OF THE WORLD!!!

[The cage door is unlocked, and the timekeeper hands the EPW World Heavyweight Championship into the ring, where referee Pat Jones presents it to Beast. The big man takes the title and cradles it to his face, holding it like a loved one.]

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner... and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW EMPIRE PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAM-PION OF THE WORRRLLLD... BEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSST!!!

DT: The dream has come to fruition! What an incredible night! Beast has done it! He overcame all the odds and FINALLY became World Champion right here tonight in the Georgia Dome!

MN: *crying*

[Confetti rains from the ceiling as the crowd blows the roof off the Georgia dome, thousands upon thousands chanting "BEAST BEAST BEAST" in unison. His face triumphant through the blood running down it, Beast holds the World Title high, letting forth a triumphant roar.]

DT: This place is going crazy! These people wanted to see Beast win the title, and by God they got their wish!

MN: I didn't! *sob*

[Slipping in through the now-open cage door, Lindsay Troy enters the cage, passing a wild-eyed Christian Sands at ringside. Beast and Troy exchange happy looks, then hug each other and exchange a passionate kiss.]

DT: And Beast getting the hero's reward here tonight - a kiss from the fair maiden!

[As Troy and Beast kiss, Sands reaches into the crowd and slides a chair into the cage. Neither Beast or Troy notice it, though it brushes Troy's foot.]

DT: Sands sliding a chair into the ring, but he's making no move to follow - either way, the celebration here in Atlanta is tumultuous! What a night!

[Beast and Troy step into the center of the ring. Holding the title in one hand, Beast raises it high, Troy raising his other hand.]

[And with a sudden motion, Lindsay Troy releases Beast's hand, grabs the chair, and smashes it over his head.]

DT: WHAT THE HELL?!?! LINDSAY TROY JUST DECKED BEAST WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!!

MN: WHAT THE- YES!!! YES!!!

[The look on Beast's face is one of utter shock and betrayal as he crumples to the mat, his moment of glory stolen from him. Smirking, Troy lifts the chair and brings it down onto Beast twice more, then a third time across his arm!]

DT: DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT!!! THAT DAMN JEZEBEL LINDSAY TROY JUST BETRAYED BEAST!!! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!?!

MN: I don't know, but Troy just got TEN TIMES HOTTER!!! NAUGHTY girl!

[After another chairshot to Beast's arm, Troy tosses the chair aside. A sultry smirk on her face, she nudges Beast's head with the toe of her boot, then steps out of the ring, leaving the prone form of the new World's Champion lying with his title.]

[Waiting for her at ringside is a still-bloody Christian Sands. The two exchange long looks... then clasp hands in a slow handshake.]