MN: Hell yeah!

[Cut to the ring. Ominous music begins to play as the steel cage descends from the rafters, dropping down slowly over the ring.]

DT: And here comes that unforgiving steel cage, which means it's time for the match we've been waiting for two and a half months to see!

MN: Oh MAN! Even I want to see this one!

DT: It's the rematch from Black Dawn! Beast challenging Christian Sands for the World Heavyweight Title in a steel cage! But this isn't just about the title anymore, Mike! There's so much at stake here! Pride! Respect! Dignity! These two have been at each other's throats for months, but now it all comes to a head!

MN: You just KNOW there's gonna be blood!

DT: The cage has come down - let's get this show on the road!

[Cue up: "Dark Machine" - Paul Oakenfold. The lights in the arena go out; the GlobalTron lights up with an image of Christian Sands gazing down from a distance, his face illuminated as if by car headlights through a window. After the first fourteen seconds of the song, a red strobelight kicks in. Smoke machines begin blowing a drifting mist horizontally across the ramp as Christian Sands emerges, striding down the ramp with the mist curling about his feet. He pauses at the foot of the ramp to stare up at the steel cage, then shrugs, walking in through the door and holding the title high as the crowd boos thunderously.]

DT: And here comes the World Champion! This is a man who has tormented Beast ever since Black Dawn, but you've got to believe he's intent on retaining the title here tonight!

MN: Well, no DUH! He's the champ!

[The arena lights fade down to darkness, then slowly come back up in deep blue as the sound of chanting monks fill the arena, and the video screens light up with "BEAST" flashing in different styles and colors of text, mixed in with video clips of Beast executing various moves on his opponents. The chanting monks play for about 15 seconds, then fade into Nickelback's "Figure You Out", and as the opening guitar chords hit, a blast of red and white pyro go off around the stage area, then Beast walks through the smoke down the ramp and to the ring, followed closely by Lindsay Troy. Stepping into the cage, Beast stares across at Sands, who stares back.]

DT: This could very well be the night for Beast to shine! He's chased this title ever since his arrival here in Empire Pro Wrestling, and now he has the chance to take it home at the expense of his rival Sands!

MN: As IF he'll win. He brought the raahr last time and STILL lost.

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings. Sands and Beast step into the center of the cage, Tony Fatora and the official standing between them.]

TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen, th' following contest is scheduled for one fall! It will be contested inside this steel cage for the Empire Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Championship of the World! The rules are as follows! Victory can be attained through pinfall or submission, or by escaping the cage by climbing over the edge and touching both feet to the floor outside the cage! The door may not be used for escape and will be bolted shut!

[The portly announcer gestures to Sands, who is staring at Beast intently.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first... He hails from Barrie, Ontario... He weighs in at two hundred and seventy pounds... He is the reigning and defending Empire Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the World... He isssss CHRRRRRRRRISTIAAAAANNNNNNN... SAAAAAAAAAAAAANDSSSSSSSSS!!!

[CROWD: *BOOING LOUDLY*]

TONY FATORA: And the challenger!

[CROWD: "BEAST! BEAST! BEAST! BEAST!"]

TONY FATORA: He hails from Winnipeg, Manitoba! He weighs in at two hundred and ninety pounds! He is accompanied at ringside by the Queen of the Ring, Lindsay Troy! He is the number one contender to the Heavyweight Championship of the World! THISSSS... ISSSSS... BEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSST!!!

[As the crowd roars, Beast stares a hole through Sands, his eyes burning with intensity.]

[Quickly, Fatora turns and slips out of the cage. An official at ringside locks the cage behind him. Inside the cage, senior referee Pat Jones signals for the bell.]

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings!]

DT: And there's the bell! The Georgia Dome is already roaring as we get this match under way!

[Slowly, Sands and Beast step towards each other. For a long moment they simply stare at each other, hatred crackling in the air between then. The crowd eats it up.]

DT: An intense staredown between the champion and the challenger!

MN: You can FEEL the electricity in the air! These two hate each other!

[After a moment, Sands raises a hand to signal for a test of strength. Beast stares at him, then extends his own hand. However, Sands boots him in the gut and begins firing off knife-edged chops, backing Beast into a corner as the crowd boos!]

DT: What a cheap trick! Sands fakes the test of strength and starts the match with a flurry of chops!

MN: Cheap my foot! He outsmarted the big oaf!

[With Beast in the corner, Sands chops furiously at him. However, Beast grabs him by the neck and reverses him into the corner. Growling, Beast puts the boots to Sands, then pushes him against the turnbuckle and nails him with a stiff overhand chop that draws a "WOOOOO" from the fans. Sands bucks from the impact and stumbles out of the corner, holding his chest.]

DT: What a huge chop by Beast!

MN: It's like a trip to the woodshed in here!

[Pushing Sands into another corner, Beast delivers a pair of elbow smashes, stunning his opponent. Beast quickly hooks Sands under the arms and wheels him out of the corner with a powerful beel, launching the champion at least twelve feet across the ring!]

DT: OH! Beast beels Sands out of the corner with auTHORity!

MN: Holy monkey! Sands should be earning Air Miles for that flight!

[Holding his back, Sands stumbles to his feet. Beast immediately moves in and clotheslines him. With a yell of "Get up!", Beast waits for Sands to rise, then hits the ropes and rebounds to clock Sands in the face with a running boot! The champion goes down hard, and Beast drops down for a cover.]

DT: There's the cover by the challenger off the boot! Could be it - No, Sands kicks out at two!

MN: Could be it... yeah right! It was a big boot, not an Absolution!

[Roughly, Beast pulls Sands to his feet and whips him into the ropes. The challenger throws a clothesline, but Sands ducks and spins to come up behind Beast. He stuns Beast with a forearm to the kidneys, then takes him to the canvas with a hard neckbreaker!]

DT: Oh, neckbreaker by Sands! Cover - Two - Kickout by the challenger!

MN: Looks like the momentum shifted.

DT: So it seems.

[Not allowing Beast to recover, Sands slugs the bigger man in the face several times. Beast fights to his feet, but Sands connects with a jawbreaker. Stunned, Beast stumbles towards the ropes, only for Sands to grab him in a rear waistlock and heave him up and over with a huge German suplex!]

DT: OH! There's a German suplex by Sands, as he's taken control of this match!

MN: Good!

[Rubbing his neck, Beast comes to his feet, only to meet a boot to the gut from Sands. The champion goes for an Irish whip, but Beast reverses, sending Sands into the corner. Steaming in, Beast clocks Sands with a running clothesline, then whips him across the ring into the other corner. Again Beast steams in, but this time Sands gets a boot up to catch Beast in the face. As Beast stumbles, Sands grabs him and drives him to the mat with a bulldog.]

DT: Bulldogging headlock there by Sands, capitalizing on the blocked charge by Beast.

MN: Just call it a bulldog, Professor!

DT: I said bulldogging headlock. It's the same thing.

MN: BULLDOG!

[Beast shakes himself off and comes to his feet. Sands, however, is already on him. He grabs a handful of Beast's hair, the other hand gripping the big man's trunks; from there, he launches Beast face-first into the cage wall!]

DT: OH! BEAST LAUNCHED INTO THE STEEL!!!

MN: YES!

DT: That cage is a deadly weapon, and Sands realizes that!

MN: And it's ALLLLL LEGAL, BABY!!!

[The impact of steel on face dazes Beast. He reels on the mat for a moment, but not for long; Sands drags him off the mat and goes to slam the big man's face into the cage. Beast gets his arms up and blocks it. Gritting his teeth, Sands tries again to no avail. As Sands makes a third attempt, Beast elbows him in the gut, then grabs him and shoves him into the cage!]

DT: BEAST BLOCKS IT! SANDS EATS STEEL!

MN: NO! STOP THE MATCH!

[Sands reels back from the cage, stunned. Quickly, Beast grabs him and slams his opponent's face into the cage wall repeatedly! Grabbing Sands by the hair, the challenger grates the champion's face across the steel mesh!]

DT: OH! BEAST USING THAT CAGE LIKE A CHEESE GRATER!!!

MN: DQ!!! DQ!!!

DT: There are no DQs! It's all legal!

[After a moment of grating, Beast grabs Sands and launches him into the center of the ring with a rough toss. Sands lands on his back, blood dripping down his forehead.]

DT: And Sands has been gouged right open by that unforgiving steel!

MN: Boo! Hiss!

[Grimly, Beast moves in and slaps a headlock on Sands. From there he begins hammering away at Sands' face, specifically targeting the cut opened up by the cell. After a few punches, Sands braces himself and heaves Beast off the mat, drilling him with a huge back suplex!]

DT: Beast working that wound there - NO, Sands with a BIG back suplex to take Beast down!

MN: Good! Now break his neck!

[Sands pauses for a moment to wipe a trickle of blood from his right eye. He grabs Beast and stuns the big man with a knee to the gut, hooking him up and slamming him with a gutwrench suplex. As Beast recovers, Sands smirks, then waistlocks him and throws him into the cage with a belly-to-belly suplex!]

DT: MY GOD!!! BELLY-TO-BELLY INTO THE CAGE, AND BEAST CRASHES AGAINST THE STEEL!!!

MN: YES!!! HE'S DEAD!!!

DT: WHAT A SICK MOVE!!!

[CROWD: "Ho-ly sh*t! Ho-ly sh*t!"]

[Limply, Beast falls from the cage wall. Sands quickly rolls him over and pins him.]

DT: The cover! It's gotta be over!

One!

TWO!

...TWO AND A HALF! Beast kicks out!

MN: Gah! I hate it when he's all resilient!

[Grabbing a handful of Beast's hair, Sands drags him to his feet, then knees him in the gut to stun him. From there Sands hits the ropes and brings Beast down with a rolling neck snap. As a dazed Beast teeters to his feet, Sands grabs him and wheels him into the cage headfirst!]

DT: And Beast gets sent into the cage now!

MN: YES! How's THAT for the Beast's Lair, huh?!

[As Beast falls from the cage wall with a cut opened in his forehead, Sands advances on him, kicking him hard in the ribs to force him to the mat. Sands immediately starts stomping away at the big man's head, working the heel of his boot across Beast's cut, opening it further and smearing blood across the head of the challenger.]

DT: DAMMIT, Sands is taking his boot to Beast's cut-open forehead!

MN: My dawg! That's how to roll!

[Beast edges himself into a corner, but Sands follows and continues to stomp him. After a few more boots the champion crosses the ring, then sprints back towards the corner and drops to the canvas to clock Beast with a huge baseball slide to the jaw!]

DT: OH! Sands turns Beast's lights out with that HUGE sliding dropkick!

MN: He's gonna be feeling THAT when he wakes up!

[Grabbing Beast under the armpits, Sands pulls him up and props him in the corner. From there the champion chops viciously at Beast's chest, drawing boos from the fans.]

DT: Sands going to the chopping block here, trying to wear Beast down bit by bit!

MN: NOBODY chops like Sands, man! Can you HEAR those things?! They're like BULLETS!

[After a few more chops, Sands grabs ahold of Beast's arms and whips him across the ring. Beast hits the opposite corner hard and bounces out backwards. Sands runs the ropes and rushes Beast, but the big man recovers and nearly beheads his rival with a massive boot to the face!]

DT: Sands to the ropes - BEAST DECKS HIM WITH A BOOT!!!

MN: That thing's like a size sixteen! I wouldn't want that in MY face!

DT: When you get booted by a guy like Beast, it's not easy to get up!

[Holding his bloody face, Sands comes to his feet, but Beast clotheslines him down to a big pop. Again Sands pops up, only for Beast to clothesline him a second time. The champion rolls to his feet a third time, and Beast whips him into the ropes, then sweeps him up and LAMBASTES him with a monstrous spinebuster that causes the cage to shake!]

DT: WOW, A HUGE SPINEBUSTER BY BEAST!!! The cover!

One!

TWO!

...NO! Sands kicked out!

MN: Someone check for a hole in the canvas!

[Slowly, Beast pulls a limp Sands off the mat. He forces his rival down into a standing headscissors, hooking one of his arms as the crowd roars!]

DT: WE COULD SEE AN ABSOLUTION HERE!!!

[Or not. Sands suddenly pulls out Beast's legs, taking him to the canvas onto his back. From there, Sands takes ahold of Beast's legs and backs towards a corner, then falls back to catapult Beast into it. However, Beast gets his hands out and grabs the ropes to block it. Sands doesn't notice. He smirkingly turns to attack - and eats a kick to the gut by Beast, who rapidly underhooks Sands' arms and DRILLS him with the Absolution!]

DT: Catapult - wait, blocked - YES!!! ABSOLUTION!!! ABSOLUTION!!! THIS COULD BE OVER!!!

MN: NO!!!

DT: BEAST COVERS!!!

ONE!!!

 
TWO!!

THREE!!!