AGGRESSION 13: Kansas City, KS - 10/23/04

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[Fade to the backstage dressing room of the Crimson Calling. The athletic pair of Ivan Dalkichev and Erik Black sit in a pair of steel folding chairs while their manager, Nathan Fear, stands before them. Both men are already dressed in their ring attire, with Erik sporting a red short-sleeve silk shirt and Ivan draping his shoulders with a towel.]
NF: I'm not going to accept failure, you two. You will go out there tonight and show these two why we are the RIGHTFUL Tag Team Champions... and they are not. Understood?

[The two of them nod.]

NF: Good. And Erik? Keep your temper in check.

EB: ...well, we'll see what happens, Boss. I ain't takin' any ****, though.

NF: You let me deal with any "****" should it come to the surface, okay? Now no more talking... let's go do our thing.

[Fear turns and makes his exit. Erik and Ivan both come to their feet, the Russian straining slightly to control his weight. He takes a few steps forward, limping on his right leg. Black quickly notices.]

EB: Hey Ivan... are you okay?

[Ivan turns to him, smiling slightly.]

ID: Just a little stiff... from banging your mother other night.

EB: Yeah, **** you, ya vodka pisser! [The two laugh and slap each other on the shoulders as they exit the room.]



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[CUE UP: "Imperial March" - Rage Against the Machine. A video montage plays, featuring smoke-wreathed images of various wrestlers, some of them leaving blurred trails as they move.

CUT TO: Beast nailing the Absolution on Adam Benjamin.

CUT TO: Karl Brown coming off the ropes with a Quebrada.

CUT TO: Christian Sands and Lindsay Troy standing victorious in the ring.

CUT TO: Troy Douglas standing victorious on a turnbuckle.

CUT TO: Adam Benjamin delivering a Shining Wizard to Karl Brown.

CUT TO: Golem cradling his claw, smirking.

CUT TO: Boogie Smallz lighting up a blunt.

CUT TO: Lindsay Troy dropkicking Christian Sands.

CUT TO: JA and Sebastian Dodd locking up in the middle of the ring.

CUT TO: Dan Ryan sitting sedately in a chair, staring into the camera.

CUTTO: With a clash of metal, a logo slams across the screen, its edges flickering.]



[Cut backstage to Dan Ryan's office. A knock is heard on the door.]

Ryan: It's open.

[The door swings open and Boogie Smallz walks in. Ryan looks up from some paperwork and waves him over.]

Boogie: I got this note you wanted to see me.

Ryan: Right. Come on in.

[Smallz comes in and eyes the room, then reluctantly sits.]

Ryan: This situation between you and Zieba is getting pretty interesting, no?

Boogie: [shrugging] He ain't shuttin' me down. I speak the truth and you know it as well as I do.

Ryan: Nevertheless, I need you healthy if you're to continue on with the promotion.

[Smallz starts to speak, but Ryan waves him off.]

Ryan: Let me break it down to you like this. I've been asked why I've allowed the Boogie Smallz/Erik Zieba soap opera to go on in my company and the answer is simple: ratings. Quite honestly, the fans seem to be interested in it and so I have seen no reason to put a stop to it.

Boogie: Not that you could if you wanted to.

Ryan: [smiling] Right. As I was saying....so long as I find it entertaining, and so long as the situation continues to put money in my pocket, I'll allow it to continue. But I see no profit in allowing Gabriel Poe, Kevin Powers and Erik Zieba to beat the hell out of you with no recourse and cause permanent injury to someone under contract to this company. Those sorts of things only happen if I wish it. So as a little present to our former employer Mr. Zieba - and to you as well I'm banning Erik Zieba and Gabriel Poe from the arena tonight.

[Smallz doesn't change expressions but nods.]

Ryan: Take care of your business tonight and the next move in this little game is yours.

[Smallz smirks and stands - Ryan returns the favor and nods, and Smallz leaves the room.]



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DT: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Aggression!!!! Alongside me as always are Mike Neely and Dean Matthews. Very interesting opening to the show as we have learned that Erik Zieba and Gabriel Poe will not be allowed in the building tonight.

MN: Sounds like racism to me.

DT: How is that possibly racism?

MN: Well, it's not nice.

DT: ANYWAY....let's head up to the ring and the one and only Tony Fatora!



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Pulsar vs. Priest

[Pulsar is already in the ring.]

TONY FATORA: The following match up sis scheduled for one fall, presently in the ring...PPPULLLSSSSARRRR! And his opponent....

[Cue UP: “I Am the Bullgod” By Kid rock as Priest comes striding down the ramp]

TONY FATORA: Hailing from Detroit Rock City.....weighing in at 248 pounds .......PPPPRRRRRRIIIIIIEEEEEESSSTTTT!!!!!!!!!

[Priest slides into the ring looking at Pulsar as the bell sounds]

DT: And here we go as Priest and Pulsar are circling each other. Pulsar goes for a clothesline which is ducked by Priest

MN: He’s a quick one, he can duck anything!

DM: Bet you couldn't duck a duck.

MN: Duck you!

DT: Do you always have to yell? And Priest answers back with a few right hands and sends Pulsar into the ropes. Pulsar on the rebound.... Priest ducking....but he ducks too early and Pulsar nails a swinging neckbreaker on Priest followed by a pin 1....2.. kick out.

MN: And we could have had a commercial break if that was a pin...

DM: But it wasn’t....

MN: But it could have been....

DT: Pulsar now picking up Priest and delivers a clubbing shot to the back and suplexes him back down. Priest gets up backing into a corner. Pulsar follows and begins to choke him with his boot and ref begins to count 1...2....3...4.....Pulsar breaks the hold.

MN: SLOW COUNT! That was totally a five...

DM: What’s the difference?

MN: Um....

DM: You have no clue do you?

DT: Pulsar picking up Priest and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle and charges at him....BUT PRIEST MOVES! Pulsar goes flying into the turnbuckle chest first!

MN: Do you always have to scream?

DT: It was called for. Pulsar stumbles back into a flying clothesline by Priest. Pulsar gets to his feet and walks right into a Somoan drop by Priest.

DM: Priest hooks the leg for the pin! 1..2.. Pulsar gets the shoulder up.

MN: And we were about THIS close to having a break.

DM: Has the concept hit you that the fans can not see how close your fingers are?

MN: Well put that damn camera on me!

DM: We sort of like our ratings this high, Neely.

MN: Duck you!

DT: Priest begins to put boots to Pulsar.... Pulsar grabs Priest by the trunks and throws him to the outside.

DM: Cute.

MN: Very.

DT: Pulsar slides out of the ring and makes pursuit of Priest as he leans against the ring barrier. Pulsar clothes lining Priest and sends him back into the ring.

MN: What a shot!

DM: That one...I mean...that HAD to hurt

DT: Priest lying on the canvass, Pulsar delivers a elbow drop into a pin 1..2.. Priest gets his foot on the rope.

MN: That was pure luck.

DT: And Pulsar is arguing with the ref! Priest opening an eye as he rolls up Pulsar...PRIEST GRABBING PULSARS TIGHTS AND NOW PUTTING HIS FEET ON THE SECOND ROPE! 1...2...3!

[SFX: Ring Bell]

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner.....PRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIEEEEESSSSSSTTTT!

DM: Cheap! Cheap!

MN: Now now, Dean. Priest's feet weren't really on the ropes. It was, um, an optical illusion.

DM: Duck you, Neely. Duck you and your little mallard too.

DT: Wow....well, I think we need to take a commercial break...

MN: Finally...

DT: And we will be right back with more EPW Aggression after this break, stay tuned.

[Cut to a commercial for the new Big Meat Loafy Meal.]

 

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The Rockamambinators vs. Golem & X-Ecutioner

TF: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is for one fall....introducing first, already in the ring....here are Ray Rock and Big Johnny Mambo...THE ROCKAMAMBINATORS!!!

[Polite applause turns to a buzz as Golem and X-ecutioner rush the ring and send Tony Fatora running for cover.]

DT: Golem and X-ecutioner wasting no time!! Golem sends Ray Rock over the top with a clothesline!! Johnny Mambo tries to fight off X-ecutioner, but he ducks a right hand!! Golem steps up behind Mambo!! X-ecutioner leaps up....Total Elimination!!!

MN: Holy crap!! They busted out an Eliminators move!!

DT: Golem with the cover!!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!! THIS THING IS OVER!!!

DM: What the hell???

[SFX: Bell rings.]

TF: The winners of this match.....GOLEM & X-ECUTIONER!!!!!!!!!!!!



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DT: What complete and total domination here by Golem and X-ecutioner!!

DM: Those poor bums never stood a chance.

DT: Well, as the ring clears out, it's time for Sebastian Dodd to take on Cross here.

DM: Thank you very much Mr. Roboto.

DT: What's that supposed to mean?

DM: That introduction was robotic.

DT: Hey, I have a hard job here.

MN: So hard that a monkey could do it.

DM: Well, your job is easier than Dave-o's there, so shut your pie hole.



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"Your Hero" Sebastian Dodd vs. Cross

[Cue up: "Stellar" by Incubus]

MN: Ah, my hero! Sebastian Dodd, the Messiah of Empire Pro!

DM: Self-proclaimed Messiah. If he really were that good, he'd have walked out with the Intercontinental strap.

MN: Blasphemy, Matthews! Repent!

DM: Hey, I'm not saying he's not good, but c'mon here.

DT: Well, Dodd's looking like he's got a chip on his shoulder here.

[Cue up "Til I Collapse" by Eminem]

DT: Here comes Cross!

DM: Former A1E World Heavyweight Champion.

MN: Hey, don't you know they're the competition?!

DM: Bah, it's still a world championship.

DT: Cross heads to the ring, Dodd doesn't look like he's impressed at all.

DM: Well, he doesn't have to be impressed, but he has to respect Cross.

DT: Dodd and Cross advance to the middle of the ring and WHOA! What a slap!

MN: The Messiah just slapped the taste out of that blasphemer's mouth.

DM: Well, I guess he doesn't respect Cross either. That could be a mistake.

DT: Cross looks very angry. He's charging at Dodd, and HIP TOSS!

MN: Ah, who's making the mistake now?

DM: Cross just made a mistake there, but if Dodd starts getting cocky, then he's gonna be in for a rude awakening.

DT: A spinning neckbreaker?

MN: Shut up!

DT: Cross is back up, but Dodd sends him back down with a lariat. Dodd in early control here.

MN: Because Dodd is God. The Messiah.

DM: You know, when God sends a giant ass lightning bolt down and fries you, I will laugh so hard.

MN: Dodd would never do that

[Neely gets static shock.]

MN: YIKES!

DM: See?

DT: Dodd to the canvas with a chinlock, but Cross is powering back up, back to his feet. One elbow to Dodd's ribs, two, three! Cross is free. He grabs Dodd, whips him off the ropes and OH NO! Backfire! Dodd just hit him with a flying cross chop!

MN: Praise Dodd!

[Neely gets another static shock.]

MN: YEOW!

DM: To quote a great dog, "God is pissed."

DT: Cross and Dodd both up, and Dodd right in with the snap suplex. Crisply executed. Dodd now with the boots to Cross, really taking it to the former head of the XWF.

MN: Christ, what is it with you mentioning the competition?

DM: We'll they're not exactly competition if they're not running right now.

DT: Guys, the action?

DM: Oh yeah, WHAT A MOVE BY DODD! WHOO!

MN: Dean-o, it was only a leg drop, although a God-like leg drop.

[Shock]

MN: Dammit, why are Freeman and Ryan so cheap with the electrical work?

DM: I don't think it's them.

DT: Anyway, Dodd with a leg drop and now he's got Cross in a seated sleeper. Wearing down Cross here.

DM: Sound strategy.

DT: Ref raises Cross' hand once and he keeps it up.

DM: Dodd's still got a ways to go before he can zip-pah-dingity-doo win this match.

MN: You're strange.

DM: Not as strange as you pretending to worship 7500X up there.

MN: Blasphemy!

[ZAP]

MN: OUCH!

DT: Heh. anyway, Dodd breaks the hold and SLAMS a double axhandle to the back of Cross' neck. Knee drop, cover!

One!

Two!

....but Cross kicks out with authority!!

Dodd back to the attack with another leg drop. Back up, another knee drop. He's merciless.

DM: Yeah, God usually shows mercy. What say you now?

MN: Nothing, I don't like getting shocked.

DM: Score one for the good guys.

DT: Dodd picks Cross up and GERMAN SUPLEX with a bridge!

One!

Two!

..Cross kicks out again!

DM: Dodd's bringing it. Cross hasn't even gotten out of the gate yet. I have to say, I am impressed with Dodd.

DT: Dodd picks Cross back up and goes for a hip toss! NO! Cross blocks it and LARIAT! HUGE LARIAT!

DM: Wow, now Cross impresses me. We may have a match yet.

DT: Dodd gets up stunned and CROSS WITH A DROPKICK! Bringing it to Dodd, Cross whips him and SPINEBUSTER! Floats into a cover!

One!

Two!

...but Dodd kicks out!!

MN: Divine power stopped it!

[ZAP]

DM: I though you were tired of getting zapped?

MN: Shut up.

DT: Cross up and he's got Dodd, knife edge chop!

CROWD: Wooo!

DT: Another chop!

CROWD: Wooo!

DT: A third chop!

CROWD and DM: Wooo!

MN: Hey, shut up.

DT: Dodd's knocked into the corner. Cross whips him out into the other corner. Dodd stumbles out, Cross to the top!! OH GOD! MISSILE DROPKICK!

DM: BONANZA!

DT: Cross is up and covers!!

One!!

Two!!

..Dodd kicks out!

MN: Good job Go...

[ZAP]

MN: OUCH! I was gonna say guy! Sheesh!

DT: Cross picks up Dodd but Dodd counters! Small package!

One!

Two!

Cross kicks out!

Both men get up, Cross with a jab, but Dodd blocks it. Dodd sends back a knife edge chop!

CROWD: Wooo!

DT: Another chop!

CROWD: Woo!

DT: And another!

CROWD and MN: Woo!

DM: I guess turnabout is fair play.

DT: Dodd back on the offensive, he's got Cross and DDT! Cover!

One!

Two!

..thr.... NO! That was close!

MN: Yes! Dodd! Go!

DM: Staying out of trouble?

MN: Trying to.

DT: Dodd picks Cross up! He's going for the D-O-DDT!

MN: Yes! Yes!

DT: Cross breaks free! Cross breaks free!

MN: NO!

DT: Cross kicks Dodd in the gut and... GOLGOTHA! GOLGOTHA! COVER!!

One!!!!

Two!!

THREE!!!

Tony Fatora: Your winner by pinfall!!!!.......... CROSS!

MN: No way!!

DT: And look!! Cross is over Dodd and sees him still moving...and HE'S NOT DONE!!! CROSS PULLS HIM UP!!! GOLGOTHA AGAIN!!!!!

DM: He's dead!!

MN: He'll be fine. Give him three days.

DT: Oh man....ladies and gentlemen, we'll be right back!!

[Cut to a commercial for Burger Sultan and the new Sultan's Choice Combo.]

 

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Boogie Smallz vs. "Good God" Kevin Powers

TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, with a 60 minute time limit.

[ Cue up: "Black Superman" by Above The Law. The crowd lets out a rousing round of boos as Boogie Smallz struts down the ramp, bong in one hand, blunt in the other. He puffs his blunt and blows smoke rings at a beautiful woman at ringside before climbing into the ring, handing the bong to referee Pat Jones. ]

TONY FATORA: From Brooklyn, New York... Weighing in at one hundred and forty-three kilos... He issss BOOGIEEEEEEEEE... SMAAAAAAALLLLLLLLZZZ!

[ Boogie raises his arms to the crowd, but gets nothing back but more boos. ]

DT: Boogie's looking primed and ready to go.

DM: He must be on the high-quality stuff tonight. No cutting corners.

TONY FATORA: And, his opponent... he is a member of the Dark Carnival...

[ But before any music hits, or before Fatora can get any more words out, Kevin Powers jumps the guard rail and slides into the ring behind powers, before getting to his feet and grabbing Smallz, and firing him through the ropes to the outside! ]

MN: Good God!

DM: Now that's original.

DT: Powers takes the advantage with the sneak attack on Smallz! Boogie hit the guardrail and he's down on the floor! And now Powers is out there after him!

DM: This won't be good for Boogie. He's been attacked early, and Powers could do a lot more damage.

DT: Powers, now stomping away on the back of the head of Boogie, and one thing to note, guys, the bell hasn't rung yet - this is all legal! Powers lifts Smallz up, and DROPS him chest first on top of that guard rail! That could leave you with a cracked sternum!

DM: That would be great for Neely, then we wouldn't have to listen to him talk. He'd be too busy trying to suck in air.

MN: Hardy har har.

DT: Powers pulls Boogie back up to his feet, and fires him at the ring steps, but NO!! Smallz reverses, and he whips Powers into the steps instead! And follows it up with a running knee right to the face! OH MY!

DM: Powers looks like a steam roller just ran over his face!

MN: He'll be picking his nose with a toothpick after that shot!

DT: Smallz pulls Powers to his feet, and presses him high over his head... BODYSLAM to the arena floor!

DM: Even a basic move like that smarts when it's done on concrete with only a tiny mat underneath you!

DT: Now it's Boogie with the stomps! He's sending those big boots into Powers' temple! Now he's got Powers up, and he sends him hard into that steel ring post!

DM: Smallz is showing a wee bit of a mean streak tonight!

MN: You'd be pissed at Powers too if he cost you your shot at the EPW World Heavyweight Championship!

DT: Boogie throws Powers back into the ring, and slides in himself.

[ SFX: Bell rings. ]

DT: And Pat Jones calls for the bell! This match is now officially underway.

MN: Yeah, even though these two have already tried beating the hell out of each other outside the ring.

DT: Now Smallz has Powers back up to his feet, and THERE'S a big time tilt-a-whirl gutbuster! Smallz, with an early pin! ONE! TWO!

MN: And there's a kickout!

DT: Smallz picks Powers up, and sends him hard into the corner turnbuckle! Into the corner now, and Smallz starts laying into Powers with a flurry of right hands, each one of them snapping Powers' head back! The crowd's counting along! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!

MN: Who would have thought these simpletons could even count that high?

DM: Jealous they can go higher than you, Neely?

DT: Powers stumbles out of the corner and falls flat on his face on the canvas! Smallz lifts him back up, and PLANTS him right back down with a HUGE double arm DDT! There's another cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!

DM: Powers is doing a great job trying to stay in this match. He just needs something to help break him out.

DT: Smallz has Powers up again, and there's another whip across the ring into the corner turnbuckle. Smallz charges and drops the shoulder, and POWERS GETS OUT OF THE WAY! SMALLZ JUST SLAMMED HIS SHOULDER INTO THE RING POST!

DM: I think they heard that shot in the last row, Dave.

DT: Smallz stumbles out of the corner, and Powers is right there with a tremendous clothesline!

DM: What a shot!

DT: Smallz goes down hard, and Powers mounts him and begins tossing haymakers into Smallz face! Referee Pat Jones is there to make his count, and Powers breaks at four-and-a-half, and he takes a warning from Jones! Powers shrugs it off, though, and he pulls Boogie to his feet and fires him hard into the corner! He gets that foot up and plants it right under Smallz chin, and starts choking him out!

DM: Great idea from Powers, here, taking the advantage away and making Boogie think more about breathing than wrestling.

MN: It's not like oxygen Smallz gets is any good anyway! This should be no different for him!

DT: Powers breaks again at four-and-a-half! And now he's unloading with the right hands! Powers takes another warning from Pat Jones, and then pulls Smallz out of the corner, and whips him across the ring to the far ropes... BIIIIIIIIIG BOOT right in Smallz' face, and Smallz is down!

MN: I wonder if he has any teeth left!

DT: Powers now, staying on Smallz, dropping a big leg across the throat! And there's a cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!

DT: Now, it's Powers' turn to stay on the offense! He pulls Smallz up, whips him to the ropes, but Smallz reverses, and DAMN NEAR TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH A SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! Powers is flat on his back, and there's Smallz with the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!

DT: Smallz pulls Powers up, and whips him to the ropes... Smallz hits the opposite ropes... FLYING FOREARM!

DM: I think we all know what's coming next, guys!

MN: Another night of near-consciousness for Puff Daddy!

DT: Smallz has Powers in a standing head scissors... he's up... spinning... AND DOOOOWWWWWWNNN with the POWER BONG!! It's all academic from here, guys! ONE! TWO! THREEEE!

[ Cue up: "Black Superman", and Smallz gets to his feet and celebrates. ]

TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall... BOOOOOOOOGIIEEEEE SMAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLZZ!!

DT: This match was pretty much all Smallz tonight. Powers got some licks in, but Smallz got his payback tonight from last week.

MN: I think the joint kept him from feeling any pain.

DT: Either way, he gave more than he got, and that, my friends, is the name of the game when it comes to professional wrestling.

DM: Um, guys... I think Thomas might actually have a point...

DT: Wha...?

DM: Either I'm seeing ghosts, or Powers isn't done yet...

DT: OH MAN!! Powers just leveled Smallz with a shot to the back of the neck!

MN: Someone's a sore loser!

DT: Smallz is down, and he rolls under the rope to the outside! Powers follows him and nails a huge right hand! Smallz fires back! Powers! Smallz! They're standing toe to toe! Trading shots! They're heading to the ramp! Smallz ducks a swing from Powers and back drops Powers onto the steel ramp!

MN: That'll rearrange your spine!

DT: Smallz pulls Powers to his feet, and a shot to the guts from Powers, followed by a big right hand! Smallz fires back, and once again, the two men are going at it tooth and nail, fighting backward up the ramp!

DM: Looks like these guys aren't done yet!

DT: Back up the ramp they go, still tossing haymakers! Back through the curtain! Folks, we're going to try and catch up with this one but right now we've got tag team action. Take it away, Tony!



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Second Coming vs. The Crimson Calling

TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, with a sixty-minute time limit!

[Cue Up: "The Final Countdown" by Europe. As the opening chords of "The Final Countdown" play, the arena goes black. As the introduction of the song continues, the words "A New Time Has Come" flash on the big screen above the ramp. As the words "The Final Countdown" are heard for the first time, an elaborate display of fireworks and lights signal the entrance of Matt Johansson and Bryan Storms. They walk swiftly past the tables and chair surrounding the ring, before sliding simultaneously under the bottom rope to pose on opposite turnbuckles, taunting the crowd.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy pounds... "The Perfect Ten" Matt Johansson, "The New Icon" Bryan Storms.... your new #1 Contenders to the EEEEEEEEPW WORLD Tag Team Championships... SECOOOOOOOOOOND... COOOOOOOOOOMIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!

DT: Johansson and Storms are coming off a huge win at Wrestleverse I where they defeated Golem and Executioner to become the #1 Contenders to the Tag Titles!

DM: You gotta wonder if they be looking forward to getting their freak on with the Tag Team Champions - namely that hottie Lindsay Troy!

MN: Now that's some tag team action I could really get interested in!

DT: Mike, ewww.

[FADE OUT: "the Final Countdown," which is replaced by "Stay In Shadow" by Finger Eleven.

TONY FATORA: And their opponents! Weighing in at a grand total of SEVEN HUNDRED and seventy-five pounds... and accompanied to the ring by their Manager, Nathan Fear... Erik Black and Ivan Dalkichev... THISSSSSS ISSSSS.... CAAAAAAAA-RIMSON CAAAAALLLLLLLLLLING!!

DT: And the former EPW World Tag Team Champions are in the ring... and my god, is Dalkichev HYYYOOOOOOGE!

DM: Da, Comrade. Is Russian Bear.

MN: Tell me, boys... where does a 500-poun-plus Russian bear sit?

DT: I have a feeling you're going to tell us.

DM: This better be good, Neely.

MN: Anywhere the hell he wants to!!!

DM: Shut up. Please.

DT: Guys, let's get back to the ring, shall we? Crimson Calling is on a mission here in EPW now that they've returned, and a win over Second Coming would surely cement them as challengers to Christian Sands and Lindsay Troy.

DM: With the size of our Communist friend over there, it might be more certain than you think! However, if he gets in the ring, look for Johansson and Storms to use their speed as an advantage, and get in a lot of tag team work to keep him off his feet. He'll be useless there! And if you noticed earlier he was limping, so the big man may have a weakness for Second Coming to exploit!

DT: Alright guys, it looks like Black and Storms are in the ring, and we're going to get underway!

[ SFX: Bell rings. ]

DT: Yes, there's the bell! Black and Storms lock up, and the two men struggle... Black pulls him into a headlock. Go behind, and Black takes control with a hammerlock. Storms is looking for a way out, throwing a couple elbows, but Black dodges them. A couple forearms to the small of the back, and Black DROPS Storms to the canvas with a neck breaker!

DM: Nicely done! Look at the way Storms is curled up holding his neck! That one STUNG!

DT: Leg drop by Black, and he's dragging Storms over to his corner, and there's the tag to the big Russian!

MN: He may be big, but I'm not too fond of him.

DT: What's not to like?

MN: I like my Russians wet. And white. On the rocks. The more cream the better.

DT: Worry about the match, will ya? OH MY!!! HUGE right hand from Ivan, a haywaker if you will, and Storms looks like he's been sent into next week! Storms whipped into the ropes by Ivan, and THERE'S A CLOTHESLINE THAT ALMOST TOOK HIS HEAD OFF!

DM: That was unbelieveable.

DT: Ivan's pressing the attack! Storms needs to make a tag in a big way! Ivan lifts Storms up, and a CRUNCHING Canadian back breaker! WOW!!

DM: The human spine was not meant for that particular configuration, Dave!

MN: Thank you, Captain Obvious!

DT: And there's the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

DT: Ohhh, he kicked out!

MN: And Dalkichev's shaking out that leg! He's making the tag back to Black!

DM: Looks like the impact of that back breaker jarred whatever injury he might have, guys!

DT: And Black shoots right to the top rope - MOONSAULT! Another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

DM: Kickout!

MN: Storms isn't ready to quit yet!

DT: There's Black pulling Storms back up to his feet, and Black fires him into the far ropes. Storms rebounds, and Black drops the head, FACEBUSTER from Storms and both men are down!

DM: This is Storm's chance to make the tag!

MN: Get off your ass, Storms!

DT: YES! Storms tags in "The Perfect 10" Matt Johansson, and he knocks down Black with a forearm! Black up - another forearm from Johansson! Black up a third time, and down he goes again courtesy of a clothesline from The Perfect 10! Now Ivan's in the ring! Kick to the guts and a BIG DDT for the Big Russian! Matt Johansson's on FIRE!!

MN: And it's not because he has the male itch, either!

DM: Outstanding as always, Neely.

DT: Johansson meets Black as he gets back to his feet, and there's an implant DDT for the former Tag Champion! Storms, now heading for the top rope - SENTON SPLASH! And there's the cover!!

ONE!

TWO!

DM: KICKOUT!

DT: Erik Black, reaching down deep, and getting the shoulder up in time! Johansson pulls Black to his feet, and fires him into the ropes. Ivan reaches out and there's the blind tag to Black! Black rebounds, and Johansson lands a perfect standing dropkick!

DM: Nailed Black right in the mush, he did!

MN: But here comes the big Russkie!

DT: And Johansson serves up a dropkick for him! Right in the leg! That injured leg!

MN: And there's your TSN turning point, Thomas!

DM: Just like I said at the top of the match, if Second Coming could work on that leg and take him down, they're in business!

DT: Johansson drops a knee across Ivan's leg, and the big man's roaring in pain! There's another knee! Another! Another! He's tearing Ivan's leg apart with those repeated shots!

DM: *That's* how you work a body part, Thomas!

DT: Now, Johansson grabs Ivan by the ankle and rolls him over onto his stomach, and lifts that leg up and SLAMS it back down into the canvas! He tags in Storms, who leaps up to the top rope and lands a HUGE flying elbow deep into that leg! Johansson, now, grabbing Dalkichev's leg and kneels, resting the big man's ankle across his own, and motions for Storms to go back up top! Storms, flying again, and he ABSOLUTELY CRUSHES Dalkichev's leg!

DM: Dalkichev's in a world of hurt, Dave!

MN:: I've never heard a man that size squeal like that before!

DT: Dalkichev is just a mess on the canvas, guys! He's just curled up on the mat, clutching that leg! Storms, laying into the leg with some stomps! Now he's climbing back up to the top, and he's going to fly again! DIVING HEADBUTT, and there's the cover, hooking the bad leg!

MN: ONE!

MN: TWO!

MN: THRNOO!!! Black broke up the count!

DM: I don't know how good of a decision that was by Erik Black.

DT: What was that, Dean?

DM: Think about it! Ivan's there, obviously in pain, perhaps even a broken leg, and he's not going to give in. He doesn't want to lose the match. Erik Black doesn't want to lose the match! But everytime Black interferes, he's allowing Second Coming to destroy that leg that much more! It's a matter of pride, really, and someone's going to have to swallow it or Ivan's going to get hurt bad!

DT: Insightful as always, Dean!

MN: Did you need to use your crystal ball for that?

DT: Storms lands another elbow drop on Dalkichev's knee, and he tags Johansson back in! Johansson goes to the top rope, as Storms holds the Russian's leg down, and Johansson HITS A CORKSCREW MOONSAULT RIGHT ON THAT LEG!!

MN: He's really screaming now!

DT: Black is going nuts over on the ring apron! He's pleading with his tag team partner to somehow make a tag!!

DM: One thing through all of this is that you have to be impressed with Second Coming's aerial abilities in this match!

DT: I don't anyone is doubting them right now! Look at them go! Johansson, picking Ivan up, making him stand with that injured leg, and Ivan's not even putting it on the mat! OH NO! Johansson nails that injured leg with a big chop block! Ivan goes down hard, and now Storms is dragging the big man towards the corner, but he can't quite do it! Storms comes in, and he helps his partner drag the hulk of the man towards the corner, where Johansson jumps out of the ring and WRAPS THAT LEG RIGHT AROUND THAT STEEL RINGPOST! Ivan's screams are filling the arena!

DM: Holy crap! A second time!

MN: Throw in the towel, boys! Are they stupid, or what?!?

Ivan, instinctively, desperately, rolls away from the corner toward the middle of the ring, and clutches at his leg!

DT: Dalkichev with the survival instincts there! He's trying to protect that leg! But Johansson quickly gets back into the ring and makes the cover!

MN: ONE!!

MN: TWO!!

MN: THREEEEEEENOOOOOOO!! Black broke it up at the absolute last second!

DT: The official's forcing Black back out of the ring! Johansson makes a tag to Storms, who comes in, and ...

MN: HOOO-LEEEE SH-

DT: NEELY! FAMILY SHOW!!

MN: IIIZNIT!!!

DT: STORMS WITH THE INDIAN DEATHLOCK ON IVAN RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!! THERE'S NOWHERE TO GO!! THIS ONE'S GOTTA BE OVER!!

DM: Second Coming has systematically destroyed Ivan Dalkichev's leg!! And now this! WOW!

MN: Tap!! TAP!!!

DT: But Ivan's REFUSING TO TAP!! He's screaming for his life, but the big man will not give up! What a testament to his staying power and his heart! He'd rather have his leg snapped than say I QUIT!

DM: Black has LOST IT over on the apron! He can't reach to make the tag! All he can do is watch and hope his partner makes it! He's pacing like a caged animal! Fear's even over there trying to calm him down!

DT: All the while, Storms has that deathlock CINCHED IN! The Russian's going nowhere, and he falls to the canvas on his back!

MN: ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!

DT: Unbelievable! IVAN JUST WON'T GIVE UP!!

DM: Black's just pulling his hair out over there in his corner! He's got to be scared for his partner's health!

DT: Wait a damnd minute! Where's Black going?!?

Erik Black hops off the ring apron and paces around on the floor a moment before he looks over at the announce table, and sprints over! He shoves Neely off his chair, and takes his chair, folding it up as he goes!

MN: Hey!! You can't take that!! My ass crack was perfect on that chair! You can't do this to me AGAIN!!

DM: Looks like he just did, Superman.

DT: And there goes Black into the ring....

DM: WHAMMMMM!!!

MN: Ding dong, the witch is dead!

DT: Erik Black has just busted Storms WIDE open with that devastating chair shot!

[ SFX: Ring bell rings. ]

DT: And referee Emilio Gomez has tossed this one out!

TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match as a result of disqualification, the team of "The Perfect 10" Matt Johansson, and "The New Icon" Bryan Storms.... SECOND COMING!!!



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DM: Erik Black just lost it! And now Fear's in the ring, trying to help the big Dalkichev out of the ring, as Matt Johansson gets into Black's face for destroying his partner!

DT: The two men are staring each other down... OOOH MY!! A right hand from Johansson into Black's face! Black fires back! Johansson! Black! Holy hell! They're standing toe to toe in the middle of the ring tossing knuckle sandwiches!

MN: Here comes the brigade!

A huge group of officials and EMT's are seen running down the ramp. The EMT's split off to try and assist Ivan, and the officials slide into the ring to try and get Black and Johansson apart!

DT: All hell's broken loose here on Aggression, boys!

MN: It's hit the fan, that's for sure!

DM: The EMT's are all pulling Ivan onto a stretcher, trying to get him out of there!

DT: And the stretcher's just collapsed!! It can't hold the big man!

The EMT's all scramble to help Ivan, under the booming guidance of Nathan Fear, who is trying to save his charge. Back in the ring, A bunch of officials have finally gotten between Black and Johansson, but they're having trouble keeping the two apart!

DT: There's a dozen officials in there, and they can't keep them apart! Black and Johansson are STILL trying to get at each other's throats!

Finally, the officials get the men seperated, and forced back into seperate corners across the ring from each other. Everyone starts to calm down, and Black finally looks over and sees the problems everyone's having with Dalkichev. Black then ducks out of the ring, and heads over to his fallen partner. He shoo's everyone away, and he speaks to Nathan, who nods, and the two men pull and strain, and finally hoist the big man up to his feet, Dalkichev with tears streaming down his face from the pain and anguish from getting his leg destroyed, as Fear and Black assist him up the ramp, fighting his weight as they go.



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DT: What an encounter between Crimson Calling and Second Coming! What's going to happen next? You gotta believe Black is going to want revenge for this attack! We'll let you know more on the condition of Ivan Dalkichev as we find out! And now I'm being told we've got Boogie Smallz and Kevin Powers still going at it backstage!! Do we....yes....yes, I'm told we have a live feed....

[The shot switches to backstage where Boogie Smallz and Kevin Powers are tearing into each other with everything they can get their hands on. Smallz bullrushes Powers into a concrete block wall and Powers fights him off and drives his head into the side of a vending machine, rocking it wildly. A rush of security guards continues to fight for control as several more come into the scene and finally manage to pull the two apart as the feed goes fuzzy and finally black.]

DT: It seems we've finally lost the feed, but my God look at the carnage those two are causing in the backstage area??

MN: Why do I get the feeling that's coming out of our payoff?

DM: Because it so is.

DT: *sigh* Folks, we've got to take a break, but when we come back, it's non-title action! JA! Benjamin! NEXT!

[Cut to a commercial for Pizza Mutt.]

 

[DBrunkGXW]

DT: Folks, next up is a special non-title match as "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin takes on the JA, who cemented his stake to the Intercontinental Title with a pinfall victory over Jonathan Marx at Wrestleverse.
DM: This one should shape up to be a technical masterpiece. It doesn't get much better than these two.



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JA vs. "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin

TF: The following is a non-title contest scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first...

[CUE UP: “Lose Yourself” Eminem]

TF: He stands 6’4” and weighs 240 pounds, from England, he is “YOURS TRULY” ADAAAAAAAAAAAAM BEEEEEEEEENNNNJAAAAAAMINNNNNN!!!!!

His opponent...

[CUE UP: “Eat the Rich” Fozzy}

TF: Hailing from Philadelphia, PA. He stands 6’ tall and weighs in at 215 and 3/8 pounds and is the EPW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION...The Anglo Luchador...JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY AAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!

[SFX: *Dingdingding*]

DT: And this contest between two of Empire Pro’s finest technical masters is underway, boys!

DM: Expect a fast-paced, entertaining match from two men with very similar styles, and don’t expect JA to hold anything back even though his title isn’t on the line.

DT: JA and Benjamin size each other up, and here we go with a lockup!

MN: Duuuuuude, you sounded WAY too excited about that.

DT: Benjamin using his size and leverage advantage, and he snaps the champ down to his knees! JA fights up, and Benji drops him right back down! JA back up, and this time he breaks the lockup! Adam Benjamin clearly has the power advantage in this matchup.

DM: You said that perfectly, Dave. Adam is going to use his size advantage, something he normally doesn’t use, to try and slow down the Anglo Luchador.

DT: Benjamin wants to go back into the lockup, but JA ducks away. Benji goes for it again, but the champ gives him another fakeout! JA is annoying Benjamin with these tactics, and look at the champ, he thinks it’s hilarious! Benjamin charges, and JA hits him with a drop toe hold! What a great trap laid by JA right there!

MN: Damn! BDE is smarter than that! COME ON BENJI!!!

DT: JA pulls Benjamin to his feet. Irish whip, reversal by Adam and a quick knee to the solar plexus of the IC champion.

DM: Ribcage, Dave. Ribcage. The people understand that.

DT: Thanks. JA back up, and the two begin to circle each other. Benji looking to get back into the lockup, and the IC champ ducks behind and gets a quick takedown! Benji fights to his feet, but JA rolls through and brings him down again! Quick pin...

Kickout by Adam Benjamin!

MN: Takedown, two points! Near fall, two points!

DT: Both men back to vertical, it’s been a quick-paced match so far. JA charges, and a quick arm drag by Adam Benjamin, right into a rear chinlock. Benjamin is definitely trying to assert his power in this match, accenting his technical mastery with it.

DM: This move’ll serve to cut off the air supply to JA’s brain and take the wind out of him early on in the match.

MN: Also, it disrupts his nasal cavities because armpit smell is just nasty.

DM: Right, Neelster. Riiiiiiiiiiggghhtttt.

DT: JA trying to conserve energy, not working too hard to break this hold. He’s got a ton of durability and it’s not the spot from him to use a huge burst to break this. He is, however, slowly making it to his feet. Benjamin tries to crank down...snap mare takedown out of nowhere by JA, and now HE’S applying the rear chinlock, but way to close to the ropes, Benjamin is out of it quickly.

DM: That’s technical wrestling, Dave. Counters and takedowns.

DT: JA now getting aggressive. Lockup and the irish whip, misses with a spinning wheel kick! JA gets up and turns right into a HEEEEEEE-UUUUUUUGGGGGEEEE clothesline by Adam Benjamin! Benjamin picks him up...SNAP SUPLEX!!! Quick lateral press from Benjamin...

ONE...

TWO...

EASY KICKOUT!!! JA’s prove it’ll take a lot more than a quick onslaught to take him down! Benji knows that and right back on the attack he goes! Hooks the head...snap suplex...FLOAT OVER by JA! Switch by Benjamin! German Suplex...NO!!! JA backflipped out of it! Benjamin spins around...headscissors takedown!! JA just pulled off a beautiful display of speed and agility.

DM: In the short time he’s been here, JA has proven that his quickness is on par with any major player in the business.

DT: Benjamin is up and stunned, walks right into a JA dropkick! JA off the ropes...knee drop...but Adam rolls out of the way, and JA’s knee just impacted directly with that canvas!! He’s writhing in pain, and Benjamin has the look that he won’t waste ANY time regaining the advantage. Benjamin grabs the knee and SLAMS it back to the canvas! Picks it up, does it again!!! Now off the ropes he goes, and he drops the point of his knee right onto the injured area.

DM: Beautiful psychology, Dave. Focused attack is one of Benji’s strong suits, you’ll see him work on that knee until it gives out.

DT: Adam Benjamin, “Your’s Truly”, now works in a side leg lock, putting pressure directly on JA’s injured knee. You’ve got to think, Dean, that even if JA pulls this match out, Adam Benjamin’s assault on his knee may have a lasting impact on his title reign.

DM: Certainly. The kid has talent, but talent doesn’t always overcome a blown knee. He could be in serious trouble, tonight and in the future.

DT: JA’s knee is in searing pain right now, but this kid has got a ton of resilience, and the IC champ is trying to roll this over. Benjamin cranks back, and JA shoots up off the mat in a spasm of pain!!! Benjamin cranks back again...INSIDE CRADLE BY JA!!!!!

DM: How in hell did he do that?

DT: ONE...

TWO...

NOOOOO!!! Benjamin kicks out, but just an amazing counter by JA! He used Benjamin’s momentum against him to roll through into a cradle when Adam tried to wrench that leg lock tighter. Both men are up, but JA is obviously limping here.

DM: This really doesn’t look good, but if I know this kid he’ll give it a go.

DT: JA looks for another collar and elbow, but this time it’s Benjamin dipping behind and clipping JA’s hurt right knee, and Benjamin goes right back on the offensive.

DM: When Benjamin gets on the sustained offensive, he’s damn near impossible to...

MN: *Snores loudly*

DM & DT: NEELY!!!!

MN: H-huh? Where am I? Mommy, I don’t wanna go to school today!

DT: Mike?

MN: Yep?

DT: Match?

MN: You mean this boring piece of...I know, “family show”.

DT: Noooo, I mean WAKE UP, YOU MORON!

MN: Ohhhhhhhh. That. Kay.

DT: Back to the action, and Adam Benjamin’s reapplied that side leg lock. This time, he’s staying flat to the mat and making sure JA won’t pull another one on him. JA is really struggling right here, trying to break this hold somehow.

DM: I don’t know if he can do this a second time, Dave.

MN: ‘Course not, Deano. BIG DADDY ENGLISH RULES!!!!

DT: I’ll agree with your meaning if not your fervor, Mike. Benjamin is letting the pressure of escape do the work on JA, and you can almost hear that knee pop, even over the roar of the crowd. JA is still fighting, and now Benjamin is beginning to turn!

DM: Gotta love the effort. THIS is why he’s the Intercontinental Champion.

DT: Turning, turning, turning, JA REVERSES THE HOLD!!! Benjamin breaks it after a sheer show of guts by JA, and look at the champ just spring back to his feet. The knee may be hurt, but I think he’s found his second wind. JA is hopping around the ring, firing himself up and...ROLLUP BY BENJAMIN!!! Your’s Truly came right behind him with the schoolboy...

ONE...

TWO...

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! JA was caught by surprise right there, but he’s still going, just barely. They square of again, and a quick arm drag by Benjamin. JA rolls through, and he gets a dragon screw! Up again, hip toss from JA! One more time, hip toss from Benjamin...no! JA rolls out of it...GERMAN SUPLEX!!!! Here’s a bridged pin...

ONE...

TWO...

THREEEEEE!!!! NO!!!!! I thought he had him right there!

DM: Tremendous exchange, Dave. These two are giving us everything we expected here tonight. This should keep up.

DT: JA looking to sustain some real offense for the first time now. He grabs the groggy Brit, and irish whips him. Benji off the ropes, leapfrog by a charging JA. They bounce off from opposite directions...TREMENDOUS MOVE BY JA!!!! Dean, just what was that?

DM: Looked like a variety of neckbreaker, Dave, except he came off the ropes with a half-spinning backflip before hitting a horizontal neckbreaker. Just a fabulous piece of offensive innovation.

MN: Hey, why didn’t you ask me?

DM: I know more than you.

MN: Touchè, Matthews, touché.

DT: JA lifts Benjamin from the mat, and now it’s Benjamin who looks off his game. JA hooks the head...SCREWDRIVER!!! A great power move from the Anglo Luchador! Now it’s the champ’s turn to work in the submission holds, and he’s applying a full nelson surfboard!

DM: Once again, great idea. JA loves to use that Karelin Driver, and this will soften up Adam’s neck to make the move even more effective. We see things like this all the time with Karl Brown, and you know this is something JA picked up years ago in the Hart Dungeon.

DT: JA’s surfboarding Benjamin a two feet in the air, putting a ton of pressure on the C1 through C4 vertebrae, this is going to be tough to withstand for a long time. Benjamin rocking back and forth to trying and slip away...AND...HE...DOES!!!!! Tremendous effort from Adam Benjamin, but he’s holding that neck, JA really disrupted him with that hold.

MN: Now we’ve just got a coupla cripples walking around.

DM: Not PC, but generally right, Mike. These guys are both targeting specific parts of the body.

DT: Benjamin and JA each taking a moment to recover, but referee Bryan Weatherby is telling them to get back to action. Here we go, and JA shoots it with a single leg and a leg sweep takedown, reversed straight away by Benjamin into a sitting armbar, broken quickly by JA. Back into the lockup, and Benjamin gets a hold of that knee again. He lifts up, and a kneebreaker by Adam Benjamin! He scoops JA up, DDT!!!! Cradle pin from Adam...

ONE...

TWO...

THRRRRRNOTTHISTIME!!!!!! JA is just able to pop out of the inside cradle at the last moment possible!

DM: Benjamin’s really focused on that knee, and it looks to really be paying off. JA was a step slow on that latest exchange.

DT: JA staggers back up. Benjamin...SUPERKICK CAN’T CONNECT!!! JA...MISSES THE CLOTHESLINE!!! Turns around...HE GOT IT!!!! BENJAMIN HIT THE SHINING WIZARD!!!!

MN: DA WIZARD, BABY!!!

DT: This one could end it...

ONE...

TWO...

THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!! WAIT!!! HOLD IT JUST A SECOND!!!! JA got out of that one too!

DM: What great, great effort by both men here tonight.

DT: Benjamin is really pissed now, and he’s slapping the mat while waiting for JA to rise. JA is up, Benjamin going for it all again...SWING AND A BIG MISS!!!! JA with a boot to the stomach, snap suplex! He rolls through, and there is another! He brings Benjamin up, and whips him into the corner!

MN: This one looks big, he’s setting up for something special here.

DT: JA has Benjamin up on top. Benjamin, with that neck injured by Beast during his courageous Wrestleverse performance, can’t like the prospect of what’s coming here. He hooks the waist, could this be the Karelin Driver from the top...

DM: NO!!!!

DT: Benjamin slipped out, and JA fell to the canvas, nailing that knee on the mat one more time! Benjamin slingshots in, and he drops his right elbow right across the injured knee once again! Benjamin picks him up, and drops him face first on the canvas, then hooks in the STF!!! JA is screaming in agony right now!

DM: Adam’s put so much pressure on JA’s knee during this match, I just don’t think that the IC champ will be able to hold on any longer. This match isn’t for the title, the kid should just cut his losses and move on.

DT: I don’t think JA would agree you on that point, Dean. He’s still fighting as hard as he can to break this hold. He’s separating Benjamin’s hands, but the Brit just locks them back together! Adam Benjamin has established complete control over this contest. JA is still crawling closer, ever closer to the far ropes, but I think they’re just too far away.

MN: Whooooo! Benji is showing us tonight why “Your’s Truly” might be the very best in EPW today. Certainly better than Johnny Anonymous or Big Loafy.

DT: JA showing a ton of heart and guts, fighting to the ropes. He’s inching, inching, and he GETS TO THE ROPES!!!! HOLY GOD I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS!!!

DM: That’s incredible, I didn’t think he had enough left in the tank with what Adam’s done to that right knee in this match. Heart of a champion, indeed.

DT: JA hobbles to his feet, and Benjamin cuts him right back down! He pulls him to his feet, irish whip, and the Shining Wizard!!! He nailed him with it for a second time! Now he’s got the IC champ in the standing headscissors!

DM: Benjidriver coming up right here, this’ll put it away!

DT: He pulls him up...JA slips out! Off the ropes he goes, and JA HITS THE SHINING WIZARD!!! The tables have turned once more! The pin...

ONE...

TWO...

THRRRRRRRRNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! BENJAMIN BARELY ESCAPES THIS TIME!!!! What a great display of fast-paced, nip and tuck action from these two! JA has him up and set for a Karelin Driver...

BENJAMIN ROLLS OUT!!! Boot to the gut of JA...and a FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX!!! The bridge...

ONE...

TWOOOOOOOO....

DENIED AGAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIINNNN!!!!! JA gets up along with Benjamin, the Brit goes for the bodypress...MISSES IT!!! JA hooks the head, Benjamin floats over the suplex attempt! Now he’s got JA set up...

DM: Maybe this time?

MN: END IT BIG DADDY!!!

DT: Benjamin hoists him up...HURRICANRANA!!!!!!! SPECTACULAR MOVE BY JA!!! He hooks the legs...

OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE...

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DM: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!!

DT: Somehow, JA, injured knee and all, scrapped it together with a out of NOWHERE win over Adam Benjamin. This was a great, gutty performance by this Intercontinental Champion.

TF: The winner of the match...JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!

DT: Ladies and gentlemen, back right after these messages!!

[Cut to a commercial for the United States Army. Be an army of one.]

 

[DBrunkGXW]

DT: Ladies and gentlemen it's about time for what may be the most highly anticipated fight of the night.
MN: Smallz and Powers?

DT: No, Mike the OTHER highly anticipated fight of the night, one that hasn't already taken place.

DM: Priest and Pulsar?

DT: NO!! I'm talking about Cameron Cruise versus Christian Sands in a street fight!

MN: Oh, damn! I nearly forgot!

DT: Last week at Wrestleverse, the team of Sands and Troy defeated the Cameron Cruise Project for the Tag Team Titles but now we'll see how Sands and Cruise deal with each other in an environment with no holds barred.

MN: Kick ass let's go there now!



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Kansas City Street Fight
Christian Sands vs. Cameron Cruise

[Cut to an alleyway behind the arena. The exit door swings open and Cameron Cruise steps out into the night air, looking ready to fight while being dressed in plain jeans and a white t-shirt. He's followed by the referee.]

Cruise: Alright where is he?

[A voice suddenly comes from off-camera.]

Sands: Hey, Cammy.

[Cruise looks to his right just as Christian Sands bolts into the frame, blasting his opponent with a heavy punch to the jaw that sends him flying into a nearby brick wall. Sands laughs as he observes the effects of his surprise attack.]

MN: Looks like this match is underway!

DT: Sands seems to have gained an early advantage by catching Cameron Cruise off guard and now he moves in to capitalize on his edge, bringing a groggy Cruise to his feet. And Cameron fights back by charging into Christian, landing punches into the sides!

MN: And Christian Sands throws him back to the ground! The new Tag Team champion is definitely showing his control early in his match

DM: Street fight, Mike normal rules don't apply here.

MN: Whatever.

DT: Cruise is back on his feet, but is quickly PUT DOWN AGAIN by a sidekick from Christian Sands! Christian is just relentless tonight

MN: That or he knows how to manage himself in the streets. Sands must have been raised from the ghettos of Canada, man!

DM: Ontario, Rep-Ruh-SENT!!

DT: Canada has ghettos?

DM: Of course, man!

MN: Back to the match, Sands getting a dazed Cameron Cruise back to his feet TOSSES him back into the wall! And Sands comes down on him, laying into his sides and face with a barrage of punches!

DM: That's what I call a Grade-A pizzowning!

[Silence from the commentary feed.]

DM: what?

DT: What the hell did you just say?

MN: Yeah, what the hell is a 'pizzowning', Dean?

DM: You know its like, an owning, with a 'pz' sound in front of it?

DT: whatever, Dean. No more Canadian ghettos, and no more 'pizzowning', please. But back to the match, Sands, continuing to manhandle Cameron Cruise and now he has Cameron by the back of the head OH!! Slings him headfirst across the alley, and Cruise hits the asphalt after kissing the brick wall!

MN: God, that was sick but Christian Sands isn't finished yet. He's getting Cruise back onto his feet, and it looks like that last move has cut open Cameron's brow.

DT: Indeed it has. Blood has been shed, and we've only gone through the opening moments. Christian Sands now has Cameron Cruise by the back of the neck, and is leading him down the alley

DM: and right into a set of garbage cans! Cameron Cruise gets buried into the aluminum!

MN: That had to hurt

DT: Cruise slowly getting back to his feet, and Christian Sands breaks into a run Cameron Cruise back up, and GETS PUT DOWN AGAIN by a running dropkick, courtesy of the new Tag Team champion!

MN: What is going on with Cameron Cruise tonight? I expected a lot more from him in this match

DM: I as well, Mike but as it is, Christian Sands is in full control of this match, and it doesn't look like his grip will ease any time soon, unless Cameron Cruise can do something.

DT: Sands has Cruise up again locks him into a standing leg-scissor headlock immediately countered into a back body drop! Cruise DUMPS HIM onto a smashed trash can!

MN: Looks like Cruise is trying to do just that, Dean.

DM: Cruise now has an opportunity to turn this match around Sands on his knees as Cameron gets him to his ...NO!! Sands with a low-blow!!

MN: Aw, now that was just ABYSMAL!!

DT: Cruise had an opportunity, and lost it. Sands trying to regain control sets a stunned Cameron Cruise over his shoulders, and ...OH!! DROPS HIM INTO A NECKBREAKER over the knee!!

MN: Good night, Polly!

DM: Sands hooks the leg for a cover One Two NO!! Cameron Cruise kicks out.

DT: It's still too early to get an easy win over Cameron Cruise.

MN: I get the feeling Sands has hardly scratched the surface, either. He has Cruise back on his feet now takes him by the arm HARD WHIP into the brick wall! And wait, he continues to hold on!

DM: WHIPS HIM into the other wall! AND BACK for a third time!! Cameron Cruise is getting slung around like a sack of crap!

MN: That IS kind of all he's amounted to thus far in this match

DT: Sands takes him around the waist OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX on the concrete!!

DM: Christian Sands is decimating him, piece by piece! I don't know how much longer Cameron Cruise can go on like this without getting somewhere!

MN: Meanwhile, this match has been moving down the alley, and now they're nearly at the mouth where the alley opens into the street in front of the arena.

DT: Oh boy Sands brings a weary Cruise to his feet, and now he's leading him out onto the street! Sands scoops him up and SLAMS HIM to the sidewalk!

MN: Not technically a sidewalk slam, I guess you would say

DT: Christian is giving Cameron the boots now and it looks like this brawling is beginning to draw a crowd of spectators!

DM: Damn Kansans

MN: We're in Missouri, Dean.

DM: Well, whatever. I hope they don't interfere with this match.

DT: The crowd keeps its distance as Christian Sands continues to lay on the punishment. Now he grabs Cruise by the back of his shirt and yanks him onto his feet THROWS HIM into the street while ripping his shirt off!

MN: Not like the blood hadn't ruined it. Quite a crowd is gathering, by the way

DM: Security is on the scene as the two men continue fighting Cruise now on his hands and feet, crawling. Sands steps up to him grabs him around the waist, and OH.....HOISTS HIM INTO A GUTWRENCH BACKBREAKER!!

DT: WOW!! Incredible improvisation!

DM: Sands makes the cover!!

DT: One! Two!! Th.....NO!! Cameron Cruise kicks out!!

MN: Though it's doubtful he'll have longer to go, at this rate.

DT: Sands bringing Cameron Cruise to his feet again stands him up, and goes for a clothesline....DUCKED by Cruise!! Cameron with a book to the gut

DM: Follows through with a NICE VERTICLE SUPLEX onto the concrete!!

MN: He's certainly looking to gain an advantage, but would it be too little too late at this point?

DM: Sands and Cruise up at the same time Sands going in for a shot to the face, but Cameron Cruise quickly ducks and bulls him backwards!

MN: Where are they going?

DT: Looks like this fight is heading into the parking garage now as security keeps the crowd at bay Cruise finally tackles Christian Sands to the ground and goes into him with a series of punches!!

DM: It's good to see that Cameron is finally putting up a fight and now it looks like he's left Christian Sands with a bloodied nose!

DT: Cruise pulls him up to his feet takes him by the arm, and whips him.....REVERSED BY SANDS!!

*CRACK!*

DT: OH MY GOD, Christian Sands just whipped him through the wooden security bar!

MN: Man he had to have broken a few ribs on that, or something! Those things are reinforced to keep CARS from entering and exiting.....imagine how it must have felt for Cameron Cruise!

DM: Sands takes a moment to check his bleeding nose, and now he's going back to continue the attack on Cameron Cruise. Sands has him on his feet again and now he's leading him by the hair, to a parked BMW!

MN: Wait that's MY car!

DT: Uh oh!

*WHUMP!*

DT: AND SANDS bounces Cruise's head off the hood!

MN: DAMMNIT!! Do you know how much that's going to cost me to fix that dent?

DM: HAHAHAHAHA!!! Tough break, Mike!

MN: Up yours, Matthews

DT: Back to the match, Sands brings Cameron Cruise up again takes him back a distance, and grabs him by the arm uses the momentum to whip Cruise into the grill of the car!

DM: AND CRUISE, OUT OF NOWHERE, MOONSAULTS OFF OF THE HOOK OF MIKE'S CAR!! SANDS IS PASTED ON THE CONCRETE!!

MN: DAMN!!

DM: Heh heh heh

DT: Looks like your car is taking as much of a beating as these two are dishing out on each other but what bout that counterattack by Cameron Cruise! UNBELIEVABLE back flip off the hood of the car!

MN: Yeah, and instead of one dent, I have two!

DM: Sucks to be you, Mike!

DT: Cameron Cruise has had a lot of energy surfacing the past few minutes and in spite of being throwing through a wooden beam and having his head slammed into Mike's car, he's still fighting strong, and now he's looking to have control of this match

MN: Those bastards Cruise bringing Christian Sands off the ground and hoisting him onto his shoulder and Sands is fighting to break free!!

DT: Sands slides down Cameron Cruise's back grabs him around the waist.....BIG GERMAN SUPLEX!!!

DM: AND CRUISE LANDS ON HIS FEET!! He hooks Sands from behind......BIG REVERSE DDT!!

DT: MY GOD!! The head of Christian Sands just got BURIED into that concrete surface!!

MN: Cruise slowly rolls over for the pin.

DT: There's one TWO

DM: NAW!! Christian Sands kicks out

DT: I really have to say, watching this match early on, I was doubtful about how Cruise would handle himself in this match, but he looks to be putting up a decent fight now.

MN: That all depends on how long he can handle Christian Sands. Cruise took quite a beating early on, and if Sands gains control again that may be all she wrote.

DT: I would agree with you there, Mike. The match hasn't gone on for long, but in this environment under these stipulations a street fight can easily wear a man out in a short amount of time.

DM: Cruise is in control and now he's getting Christian Sands back on his feet. And now he's leading him too oh no

MN: Oh YEAH!!

DM: That's MY car!!

DT: Cruise takes Christian Sands to Dean's Nissan 350Z scoops him up, and OH MY GOD, DRIVES HIM HEAD-FIRST INTO THE ROOF OF THE CAR!!

DM: *******IT, NOOOO!!

MN: HAHAHAHAHAA!!

DM: SHUT THE HELL UP, MIKE!!

DT: Relax, you two! We have a match to call!

DM: But that's my CAR!!

MN: Tough break, Dean!! Cruise now climbs on top of the car to continue his assault on Christian Sands! Cruise brings Sands to his feet sets him into a standing headscissor!

DT: Going for a POWER........WAIT!! Sands holds on and turns it into a SPINEBUSTER!!

*CRASH!!*

DM: F**K!!!

DT: OH MY GOD!! SANDS WITH A SPINEBUSTER, SO POWERFUL IT BLOWS THE WINDOWS OUT OF DEAN'S CAR!!

MN: HAHAHAHA!! That's great!!

DM: Shut the hell up, Mike! This is a tragedy!

MN: I can't help it this is freaking hilarious!

DT: Just like that, Christian Sands has turned this match around. Now let's see how far he can carry it before Cameron Cruise comes back!

MN: Sands bringing a groggy Cameron Cruise to his feet grabs him by the neck

DM: Oh God

DT: Oh no!! Christian Sands with a CHOKESLAM FROM THE TOP OF THE CAR!!

MN: GOOD GAWD!! CRUISE WAS JUST PLANTED INTO THE CONCRETE!!

DT: How the hell is he going to wake up from THAT?!

DM: well, at least they didn't do anything more to my car. But Jesus Christ, how am I going to hear my radio with the sound of wind blowing all around me?

DT: Prioritize, Dean! We have a match to call!

MN: Sands hops off Dean's destroyed Nissan and comes to the fallen Cameron Cruise he's looking to end this right here and now!

DT: Cruise hooks the leg for a cover

ONE!

TWO!!

THR.....OH NO!! Cameron Cruise just BARELY kicked out!!

MN: I don't know HOW, though especially after being driven into CONCRETE from that height!

DT: Neither of these men is willing to give up yet, and Christian Sands looks to be going for the kill!

DM: Sands pries a weary Cameron Cruise off of the concrete ground of the parking lot. How can he still be standing?

DT: Sands takes him from behind puts him into a COBRA CLUTCH.....OH MY GOD, SAND BLASTER!!!!!!

MN: DENIED!! Cruise breaks away before Sands could finish him!

DT: Cruise returns to take Sands down.....NO!! Christian Sands with a powerful clothesline that puts Cruise to the ground again!

MN: Sands is kicking ass, yet again.

DM: Cruise trying to get up and can't! Sands helps him up and takes him by the head runs him down the parking garage, and BULLDOGS HIM into the concrete again!

MN: Damn how can anybody bear that kind of punishment?

DT: Sands maintaining control rolling Cameron Cruise over again for a cover!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! Cruise still kicks out

DM: He's not quite spent yet!

MN: Sands is getting frustrated! He wants this to be over!! Now he gets Cameron Cruise to his feet again and Cruise collapses to the ground!

DT: He doesn't even have the strength to stand!

MN: Sands brings Cruise to his feet again, and pushes him against the wall. Christian steps back OH MY GOD!! KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST, and Cruise goes down

DM: But Christian Sands isn't done yet! He brings Cruise up again against the wall A SECOND KNIFE EDGE CHOP!!

MN: JESUS CHRIST, that hurts just looking at it!

DT: Sands catches Cruise before he can fall again, and lifts him onto his shoulder looks like he's taking him to the streets again!

MN: Nah, he's taking him to SCHOOL!

DT: Sands back outside on the Kansas City streets DUMPS Cameron Cruise on the sidewalk, and here comes the crowd of spectators again!

DM: At least security is getting paid to do SOMETHING right

DT: Cruise is finally showing signs of movement as he tries to get to his knees, but Christian Sands lays the boots into him! This match is becoming more and more brutal by the minute!

MN: Sands has Cruise back on his feet takes him by the arm and the hair, and SLAMS him into the wall of the arena! Meanwhile, this fight is getting quite a good response from the fans that have 'front row seats', so to speak.

DM: Bah, they're all ticket scalpers, Mike. They're the scourge of the professional wrestling industry! I hope they get run over by a bus!

DT: Sands sizes up a weary Cameron Cruise, and LAYS INTO him with a heavy right! Cruise remains on his feet

DM: and comes back with a lamblasting left of his own into Sands' face!

MN: He didn't see THAT one coming! Sands returns with a left of his own!

DM: But Cruise refuses to go down!! And it's Cruise again back to Sands Cruise with a POWERFUL uppercut Sands with a chop across the chest

DT: And Cameron Cruise takes Sands to the sidewalk, and the two are beating the living hell out of each other with their fists!!

MN: Old-school brawl fest! I love it!

DT: Sands rolls over and puts Cruise on the receiving end as both men continue to beat each other bloody! And now it's Sands, using his forearm across his opponent's neck to cut off his air supply!

MN: He's choking the life out of him!

DT: Cruise struggling for air my God, he's going to kill him!

DM: NO!! Cruise with a KNEE TO THE GROIN out of nowhere!!

MN: OH GOD, that had to hurt

DT: Cameron Cruise knocks Christian Sands aside as he tends to his, uhm ...manhood. Cruise gasping for air as he struggles to his feet, and Sands wearing an expression of absolutely pain

MN: Wait a second, they're moving toward a busy road!

DT: Oh no! This could get dangerous! Cruise doesn't appear to know where he's going, as he's too busy trying to clear his head after nearly BLACKING OUT from a loss of oxygen! Sands is back on his feet, and now he sees him!

DM: Sands charging Cruise from behind Cameron turns around, and TRIPS CHRISTIAN SANDS INTO THE ROAD!!

*HOOOOOONK!!*

*BAM!!*

MN: OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!

DT: CHRISTIAN SANDS WAS HIT BY A CAR!!

DM: SANDS ROLLED OVER THE TOP OF THE CAR LIKE A RAG DOLL!! GOOD GOD, IS HE STILL ALIVE?!

DT: The driver is out of the car, and he can hardly believe it what the hell JUST HAPPENED here?! Somebody call an ambulance!

MN: But the match isn't over!!

DT: Christian Sands JUST GOT HIT BY A CAR, damn you!!

DM: Wait, Cameron Cruise is stumbling over to where Christian Sands now lies motionless in the street and collapses on top of him!!

DT: THERE'S A COVER, AND HERE COMES THE REFEREE!!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!



THREEEEEE!!!

DM: CAMERON CRUISE WINS!! My God, I can't believe it!! WHAT A BRUTAL MATCH!! After all the fight-fighting and brawling these two have gone through, one stands thanks to his opponent getting run over by a motorized vehicle, of course!

MN: What a lucky frickin' break for Cruise, man!

DT: Here come the EMTs

[Cruise crawls away as an EMT comes to him to check him for injuries, and to close the wound in his forehead. The remainder, meanwhile, run into the street to tend to Christian Sands, who is beginning to stir.]

DM: Well, he's not dead!

[Security helps out by controlling the traffic flow. The EMTs put an oxygen mask over Christian Sands' face, and it's apparent that he has come back to consciousness. With an expression of pain, he manages to sit up.]

DT: It looks like Christian Sands will be alright after all.

MN: Thank God I nearly had a heart attack there.

DM: My God, Sands is somehow getting to his FEET with the help of the EMTs! How is he STANDING!!

[Cameron Cruise, meanwhile, is led away while Christian Sands leans his weight over two other men. A third checks out his nose.]



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[Cut backstage where Troy Douglas is jogging in place lightly at the curtain entrance to the main stage waiting for his match to begin. A stagehand runs up gets his attention.]

SH: Sir!! Mr. Douglas, sir!!

[Douglas raises an eyebrow questioningly and looks in his direction.]

TD: Yeah?

SH: Sir, Mr. Ryan wants to see you in his office before the match. He said it was urgent.

TD: Really....this should be interesting.

[Cut to a commercial for CastLOL GB2/X/ motor oil...]

 

[DBrunkGXW]

MAIN EVENT
EPW World Heavyweight Championship
Beast (c) vs. Troy Douglas

[Cut to the ring where Tony Fatora stands tall.]

TONY FATORA: The following contest is set for one fall, with no time limit, and it is for the Empire Pro Wrestling WOOOORRRRRRLLLLLDDDDD.... HEAVYWEIGHT... CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!

[The crowd go crazy at the announcement. CUE UP: “Kashmir” by Led Zeppelin. The music plays, but Douglas doesn't appear.]

DT: That's the challenger's music, but where's out challenger??

MN: Hey, important meeting with the boss.

[The music continues to play as Fatora motions to someone at ringside trying to find out what's going on. After a few moments, the EmpireTron flickers to life and a collective gasp goes across the crowd. On the screen is the tangled remains of an office. As the picture pans down, we see Troy Douglas lying prone on the floor writhing in pain. Dan Ryan comes from around the desk with a casual expression on his face and tosses a baseball bat the the side. He comes over to Douglas and violently drives the toe of his boot into Douglas' ribs.]

Ryan: "Good luck tonight, Troy...."

[The screen flickers back to black.]

DT: MY GOD!! THE OWNER HAS TAKEN OUT TROY DOUGLAS!!!

DM: I guess Dan-o wasn't impressed with that lawsuit!

MN: Can he do that??

DT: I think he just did!!

[A few more moment pass by as the music dies down and the ring crew scrambles around trying to figure out what to do next. A confused buzz in the crowd is suddenly replaced by an eruption of cheers as Troy Douglas, fatigued, walks from behind the curtain clutching his ribs, trying his best not to show any pain. He walks with purpose to the ring, the crowd willing him on as he steps through the ropes. He stands simply in the corner, his eyes steely except for momentary wincing]

DT: Troy’s had a hard road to get here, and it was made even harder tonight by that vicious attack by Dan Ryan. To be honest I don’t know if he has it in him to go all the way against a man the calibre of Beast.

DM: Those ribs are still hurting him, and he’s going to find breathing difficult. A near impossible task got made a lot harder you’re right.

[“Kashmir” fades into the monks chanting which always precedes “Figure You Out” by Nickelback. The crowd are still cheering as Beast walks through the curtain with the title belt over his shoulder, a lone spotlight falling on him, following the champion to the ring. He stands in the centre of the ring, lifting the belt high over head, mouthing off at Douglas, as the ref takes the belt from him, checking him for foreign objects]

TONY FATORA: The rules of this match are as follows. The title can only change hands on a pinfall or submission, with one fall deciding the outcome. In the corner to my left is the challenger, a man who cemented his right to be here by defeating Karl “The Dragon” Brown at Unleashed! He weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds, and stands in at six feet and five inches tall. Hailing from Greensboro, North Carolina, he is the number one contender to the world title... this... is... TRRRRROOOOOOOOYYYYY...... DOOOOOOOUGLAAAAAAAASSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

DT: The fans seem really into Douglas here. Just listen to those cheers.

MN: Loafy better be careful, or Megatron’ll go all tanky on him.

DT: Megatron was a gun, the first series was much better.

MN: Huh?

TONY FATORA: And in the corner to my right is a man who has reigned as champion since defeating Christian Sands inside a steel cage at Unleashed. He weighs in at two hundred and eighty seven pounds, standing in at an impressive six feet six inches, he hails from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... he is the reigning world heavyweight champion.... BEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSST!!!!!!

DT: The referee calling both men over as Tony leaves the ring, and it’s go time. They circle each other, looking for an opening. The crowd are going nuts here as they lock up, pushing hard against each other, looking for the advantage. Beast slowly pushing Troy back to the corner... the ref calling for the clean break, and he gets it.

DM: That attack earlier on Douglas is going to play a huge part here. Beast’s a top class competitor and Troy would’ve liked to have been at full strength going up against him. Now, though, he’s got another barrier in front of him, his own tiredness and pain from Dan Ryan.

DT: Beast and Troy step back to the centre of the ring, locking up again. This time Troy quickly switches it to a wrist lock, but Beast quickly reverses into a hammerlock... LIFTING Troy off the mat to put more pressure on.

DM: Nice move there, wrenching on the shoulder and wrist at the same time. Pushing him away into the slam like that is another good strategy, as Douglas’ own weight comes down on the arm in a move similar to one the great Arn Anderson used to use.

MN: Damn, Megatron in trouble.

DT: Indeed. He’s holding his shoulder now as he gets to his feet but Beast doesn’t give him time to think, charging in with the clothesline there. Beast picking Douglas up... HUGE slam there as he drops the knee onto the injured ribs of Douglas. Beast lifting Douglas up again, whipping him into the ropes... shoulder tackle on the rebound, followed up with a big elbow drop, again on the ribs. Beast focusing his attacks here.

DM: Even injured like this Douglas isn’t going to be a pushover, and Beast knows this. He’s going to focus on where Troy’s suffering, and if you can hinder a man’s breathing it makes them so much easier to beat.

DT: Beast dropping another elbow down, as he lifts Douglas up again. He hooks him up and brings him back down with a powerful vertical suplex. Douglas bounced off the mat there, clutching his back as Beast calmly drops the knee to the ribs. He takes the arm he was working on earlier, leaving his knee in the ribs of the challenger as he pulls back in an arm bar.

DM: Ordinarily this move just focuses on the shoulder, but the way Beast’s pressing his weight down onto the ribcage means Douglas is having to deal with the pain in his ribs and not being able to breath fully.

MN: Come on, Megatron, you can’t let Loafy beat you this easy.

DT: Douglas trying to fight back here in the early going but Beast’s got that armbar locked in. Douglas trying to get to his feet, using his free arm to try and push the knee of Beast away from his ribs. He manages it, and Beast cranks back on the arm, as Douglas rolls through, pulling his arm free. Douglas up, charging in... BIG knee to the face there, as Douglas takes Beast down. Douglas waits on Beast, and connects with a hard forearm to the face, setting him up... swinging neckbreaker there takes the champ down. Douglas with a fist drop, as he sets himself up on the second rope.

DM: Douglas looking to hit the big moves early. The longer this match goes on the more it’s in Beast’s favour.

DT: Douglas leaps... HARD powerslam reversal there, as Douglas went for it too early there. Beast picking the challenger up now like a child.

MN: A two hundred sixty pound child?

DT: You know what I mean. Beast now with Douglas on his feet, as he whips him into the corner. Following in... tackle straight into the ribs there. Beast ramming that massive shoulder of his into the ribs of the challenger, and if Dan Ryan’s attack didn’t break Douglas’ ribs earlier tonight then this onslaught will do. Beast now lifting Douglas to the tope rope, following him up... SUPERPLEX from the top rope!!

DM: Beast is going after the weakest point on his opponent, which is precisely what you’d expect of a champion.

DT: Beast with the first cover of this match...

TWO...

No, as Douglas manages to get his shoulder up at two and a half. Beast now applying a straight jacket on Douglas, pulling back on both arms across Douglas’ throat as he puts his own knee square into the back. Beast wrenching back as Pat Jones the senior referee asks Troy if he wants to call it quits.

MN: Megatron’s gonna need the Constructicons, yo.

DM: OK, I used to think it’d be fun working with him, but he’s really annoying isn’t he?

DT: Yes. Very. Beast now wrenching back even more, as Douglas tries something... bridging back... THE COVER!!

TWO!!

THRNOOO!! Douglas ALMOST springs a surprise there with an innovative counter to the straightjacket, rolling back for the pin and forcing Beast to break the hold. Beast is up first, and he takes Douglas down with a hard clothesline. Quick cover... kickout by Douglas before two.

DM: Beast going for another cover, no fall. Big slam and another cover. Two... kickout. He’s trying to wear Douglas down by making him kick out in quick succession. Now Beast locking in a sleeper on the mat, leaning his weight onto Douglas, but Troy manages to roll through for another cover!!

DT: TWO!! And a powerful kickout by Beast. Douglas raking the champs eyes as he gets up to slow the bigger man down, as he runs the ropes... nice flying forearm taking the champ down. Douglas looking to mount some offence here, connecting with some stiff chops, as he hooks Beast up... DOWN with the German suplex there. Douglas on fire here, as he looks to hook Beast again... NORTHERNNOOOO... Beast blocking the Northern Lights there with a clubbing blow to the back. Beast now picking up the challenger, lifting him up into a military press.

MN: And Loafy’s showing off!! What a show-off, pressing Megatron like that.

DM: Interesting to see what he’s going to do here, there’s a lot of different possibilities.

DT: OUCH!!!

DM: Like that one. Nice switch into a back breaker there, dropping Troy and catching him before driving him rib first onto the bent knee. That can certainly crack a few ribs, if Dan’s pounding didn’t powder them earlier.

DT: Douglas howling in pain as Beast stretches him over the knee now. Douglas has had a hard time here, barely able to land a blow. Pat Jones checking to see if Douglas wants to give it up, but Beast instead lifts him off the knee. Carrying Douglas round, he DRIVES him into the corner. Tree of woe here, as Beast puts the boots to the prone challenger. Jones gets to four before the champ backs away, as the ref now tries to free Douglas.

DM: It’s hard on Douglas, sure, but he did anger Ryan with that legal threat. And now he’s paying the price.

DT: Beast moving in with Douglas slumped on the mat. He picks the smaller man up and tosses him across the ring with a hip toss. He follows in with a cover, pressing his arm across Douglas’ face.

One...

TWO...

THRENOOO, Douglas JUST getting the shoulder up there. Beast now applying a sleeper hold on the mat, locking it in close to the canvas to stop Douglas rolling him into a pin, using his weight to secure the hold. Jones checking it’s not a choke hold, as the crowd start cheering Douglas on.

MN: Megatron’s run out of energon, he has to have done.

DM: Can I hit him?

DT: Sure.

MN: OW!!

DT: Thanks. Douglas trying to fight the hold, grabbing the champ by the hair, but the ref’s calling for a break whenever he does that. He’s going... going...

DM: Gone, as the ref starts to lift the arm. Pat Jones holding it there, as Beast keeps the pressure applied, cutting the blood supply to the brain. The arm drops once.

DT: Jones signals to the timekeeper, lifting the arm again... it drops. If it drops again, it’s all over. Jones lifting the arm... holding it there...

MN: It’s over for the Decepticons.

DT: The arm falls BUT DOESN’T STAY DOWN!!! Troy Douglas, fighting the pain in his ribs, lifts his arm up again, keeping himself in this match. The crowd trying to will Douglas back into this thing, as he starts to stir on the mat, relieving some of the pressure. Douglas slowly getting to his feet... SUPLEX out of the hold there, as both men are on the mat. Beast getting quickly to his feet, but he’s met with a hard shot to the gut by the challenger. Douglas trying to rally himself, a hard forearm smash rocking the champ. Douglas to his feet now, as the fans are going wild. Douglas staggering Beast with hard lefts and rights, and he FINALLY takes the big man down with a tornado punch!! Climbing the ropes, Douglas standing... CROSS BODY BLOCK by the challenger.

TWO...

NO!!! Beast kicks out, as Douglas quickly runs the ropes... SPINEBUSTER SLAM!!!

DM: That’s going to have knocked the air right out of Douglas there. Beast’s been in virtually total control of this match, but it’s not for lack of effort on Troy’s part. Beast’s been targeting those ribs like his career depends on it.

DT: Beast now picks the challenger up off the mat, locking in a strong bearhug. He’s slowing the match right down, wearing into those ribs. Pat Jones asking Troy if he wants to... HOLY COW!!!

DM: Wow!! Nice belly to belly suplex out of the bearhug there by the champ, drilling the challenger down hard on his head and neck. Douglas looks out of it now, it’s only a matter of time now.

MN: Sick... VERY sick...

DT: Beast now with a cover... this is surely academic?

Two...

NOOONOONNOONOO!!! DOUGLAS KICKS OUT JUST BEFORE THE THREE!!!

DM: Beast can’t believe it, he’s been hammering the poor guy without stop and he still can’t put him away!!

DT: Beast now picks the smaller man up. Kick to the gut and... ABSOLUTION!!! This has GOT to be it. Please, Troy, stay down.

One...

TWO....

THREE... BEAST WINS IT!!!!

[SFX: *dingdingdingding*]

TONY FATORA: The winner of the match, and STIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL World Heavyweight Champion.... BEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSST!!!!!!!!!



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DT: Thank God. I don't think Troy Douglas has anymore fight left in him.

[Beast is handed his belt in the ring and holds it up to deafening cheers. Suddenly they turn their attention to the ramp where Dan Ryan steps out and walks down to the ring stoically. Ryan climbs in and motions for a microphone as Beast narrows his eyes, but holds his ground.]

DR: Nice match. Oh yeah, real nice match. This is the match I missed out on at the pay-per-view when I put someone else in your spot eh, Troy?? I can't believe I passed up a technical masterpiece like this for Boogie and Adam Benjamin.

Oh, but I have to admit it Troy....

[Ryan stands right over Douglas and shouts down at him.]

YOU SURE GOT ONE OVER ON ME!!

I mean, congratu-f**king-lations, Troy Douglas!! WHOO HOO!! You outsmarted the great Dan Ryan and wormed your ass into the World Title shot you earned. What the hell can I say??

OH WAIT!!

I know what I can say. I can say that you're a f**king amateur who's gonna have a do a whole hell of a lot better than that if you think for one *******ed second that you have near what it takes to go toe to toe with me.

I can also say that you and your attorneys, while sticking closely to the letter of the original contract may have earned you your shot - but failed to address the possibility that I just may not like it and may choose to beat the living dogs**t out of you before you even step into the ring.

In case you're not following, let me make things perfectly clear.

THIS IS MY COMPANY!!

You may have had your fun pushing Paul Freeman around, but it's a new world you're living in now, punk. I've lived up to my contractual obligations and given you your shot, and you blew it. Now I think it's high time I take out the trash.

[Ryan viciously drags Douglas up by his hair, drives his head into a standing headscissors and lifts him up. With a yell, the owner runs to the ropes and drives Douglas all the way to the outside with a Humility Bomb.]

DT: I can't believe this!! Leave him alone!!!

MN: That's your boss, Thomas!! Show some respect!!

DT: Dammit, I don't care!! Troy Douglas has had enough!! A brutal match with Beast and now this!!!

DM: I'm not so sure Beast likes it either....check him out....

[Beast, having watched the scene from against the ropes goes over to Troy Douglas and gets in between him and Ryan. Ryan cocks his head to the side and mouths the words 'You got a problem with this, Marcus?'. Beast stands up tall and gets in Ryan's face. The two stare each other down as the crowd goes nuts. A 'BEAST! BEAST! BEAST!' chant breaks out. Beast sneers at Ryan for a moment, then inexplicably steps back, ducks through the middle rope to the floor and starts back up the ramp without looking back. Ryan looks down at Douglas and smiles, then back toward Beast - smirking - as we FADE TO COPYRIGHT.]