AGGRESSION 15: Dallas, TX - 12/26/04

[DBrunkGXW]

EPW will experience a new breed of hate through the character Enigma. A man who displays the characteristics of a beast. He is agile, strong, and holds the utmost pride. The people of this fed will come to hate him, envy him, and even fear him.
Enigma made his way down the hallway silently, looking into each of the locker rooms determining the obstacles that he would have to overcome in the future. He finally came upon his locker room. He opened the door, as he touched the door handle he felt coldness, sense of nervousness going through his body.

“Snap out of it.” He said to himself.

After organizing his gear in his locker room he made his way from the locker room and began to walk away. The thoughts of being in the ring again struck over him, he anticipated it greatly. He walked out the door of the arena and hopped into his car. He continued driving.

Time: 8 P.M.

Destination: Hooters

Status: Arrived.

Enigma walked in and sat at the bar ordering a beer. The waitress began to flirt with him.

“I’ve seen you somewhere before” She said to him.

“Probably T.V.” Enigma answered quickly

“Are you an actor?” She said

“Nah, a professional wrestler. Hey babe I am late for a meeting I will have to let you go.” He said to her

“Oh ok, come back again..please” She said to him as he got up and walked away.

Enigma sat in his car and began to think. This federation is for me, this is where I must command and conquer. Will I be fired for what I do to the men in the ring? I create sheer destruction, can they survive it?



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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 to the ramp, where a wreath of pyro explodes around the EmpireTron and several bomblike, smoky explosions ripple about the entry way. The camera zooms in on the screen as the pyro finally peters out, then blurs to roving shots of the roaring crowd as a small banner in the corner briefly appears to proclaim that EPW is broadcast en Espanol. Various signs are visible in the crowd: "LATE? US? NEVER!", "I VOTED FOR DAN RYAN", "John Doe Is A Maniac!", "ENTER SANDMAN", "WHO BE DISSIN' DIS?!", "BIG DADDY ENGLISH", "Cross Rocks", and finally, "BLITZ ARE THE ****Z".]

[CUE UP: "ZERO" by SMASHING PUMPKINS. Pyros screams into the air and the arena erupts in cheers as EPW owner DAN RYAN steps out onto the platform in all black - a trenchcoat, dark shades and black boots.]

DT: It's the owner of Empire Pro!!

MN: Some class to start off the show!!

DM: Mr. Ryan wasn't scheduled to be with us tonight. I wonder what's up....

MN: Whatever he wants as long as he keeps the cash and the beer flowin'....

[Ryan stalks down to the ring, rolls under the bottom rope and calls for a microphone. He makes a slashing gesture with his thumb and the music abruptly cuts off.]

Ryan: Yo TEXAS!!! LEMME HEAR YA!!!!!

[The crowd goes nuts again.]

Ryan: A few weeks ago, there was a bit of a stir caused by one Sebastian Dodd claiming to be the heart and soul of this company.

[Boos.]

Ryan: That was followed up with a reply from Beast defending the honor of the company and in turn, proclaiming himself the one true center which Empire Pro revolves around. And to that I say, that's exactly how it should be.

Marcus Westcott.....Beast.....has been the World Champion since the last day of May this year. As champion, it is the champion's duty to represent this company. Beast has done that as well as he could, but I must ask if he had done all that is necessary to take that step into iconic status that the truly great World Champions take.

I'll answer that question for you.

You don't have what it takes, Marcus.

You don't have what it takes to find yourself in a truly impossible situation and pull out the win at all stops.

You don't have what it takes to be put in a situation so hopeless, that the champagne for your opponent's victory party is on ice backstage and practically begging for it's cork to be popped out, and do whatever it takes to ensure that the fans leave with their jaws agape, their hearts beating out of their chests, and little brown s**tstains in their pants for the way you pulled victory from defeat.

I'll say it again, champ.

[Ryan puts his face right in the camera.]

YOU DON'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES.

[The crowd boos.]

Yeah. Yeah, I said it. Now I know you're not in the building yet so there won't be any big dramatic entrance to break this up. So I'm just gonna lay it out on the line for ya.

This whole goody goody boy scout routine? It's not gonna cut it. Things are changin' around here, Beast. You best start figuring out how to change along with them, or you're gonna get left behind.

Want me to shut up? Want to prove me wrong?

DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO.

[Ryan tosses the mic down as "Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins starts back up and he slides from the ring, heading up the ramp to the stage. The owner tosses one more look back into the crowd, then departs through the curtain.]

 

[DBrunkGXW]

Erik Black vs. Bryan Storms

["Stay in Shadow" by Finger Eleven cues up over the arena as Erik Black comes out to a solid pop.]

TONY FATORA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall......introducing first, from Indianapolis, Indiana and weighing in at two hundred thirty seven pounds!!!....one half of Crimson Calling......ERRRRIIIIKKKKKK BLLLLAAAAAAAAACKKKK!!!!!!

[The music fades out and is replaced by "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC. Bryan Storms steps out onto the stage, his eyes fixed on Black in the ring.]

DT: We're gonna get this one underway as these two respective members of Crimson Calling and Second Coming take things to the singles arena.

DM: Black is an accomplished technician in addition to being one of the finest tag wrestlers in the world. Bryan Storms has a bit of a size advantage, but is similarly talented.

[SFX: Bell rings]

DT: These two men lock up and we're underway. Black takes the advantage and backs Storms into the ropes as the referee looks for a clean break. Black letting go and Storms slaps him right across the face!!!

MN: A fine technical maneuver right there eh, Dean?

DT: Black obviously annoyed by the slap, but stepping back into the ring regardless.

DM: Hey, mind games are just as important sometimes.

DT: Black now ducks under an attempted clothesline and dropkicks Storms down! Storms is back up quickly, and Black attempts a second dropkick, but Storms side-steps to avoid it and Black crashes down to the mat! Storms wastes no time in pulling his opponent back to his feet and executing a swinging neckbreaker! He goes for the pin, but only gets a one-count!

DM: It’s a little early to expect to be able to win this one.

MN: Yeah, but you never know.

DT: Storms transitions over to Black’s leg, driving his knee down onto Black’s and then cranking on it. After a few well-placed kicks, he locks in a single-leg Boston Crab on the former co-tag team champion! Black struggles against the hold, but Storms has it well-applied. Black crawls toward the ropes, but just as he’s about to reach them, Storms drags him back to the middle of the ring. The referee asks Black if he wants to give it up, but Black vehemently says no! Finally, he’s able to get to the ropes and the ref forces Storms to break the hold!

MN: Storms’s going to tear Black’s leg off and beat him with it!

DM: Not if Erik keeps getting to the ropes.

DT: Storms goes right back on the offensive, tearing into Black with a series of knife-edge chops and then taking him down with a Russian Legsweep! Storms runs to the ropes as Black gets to his feet..... Black ducks a big clothesline from Storms and comes back with one of his own......Storms ducks after rebounding from the ropes.....Storms bounds off the ropes a third time and goes for another clothesline, but Black catches him on the fly with an arm drag takedown!! He holds on, locking a strong armbar on Bryan Storms!

DM: What a vicious armbar by Black to Storms!

MN: Come on, Bryan! Get out!

DT: Storms hops to his feet and executes a neat backflip, forcing Black to release the hold; he immediately goes in with another clothesline...... Black reverses into an arm drag. Storms gets up and runs in again, but Black knocks him to the ground with a stiff clothesline.

MN: Powerful clothesline by Black!

DM: He won't last much longer.

DT: Black runs to the ropes and goes for a jumping elbow drop, but Storms rolls aside and Black hits nothing but mat. As Black stumbles to his feet, Storms rushes in and clasps Black about the waist. He heaves once to no avail....Black slips out, twists around behind Storms and cranks him over with a hard German suplex!

DM: Beginning of the end!

DT: Black pulls Storms to the corner! Whip across the ring....Black follows in and a vicious running calf kick against the turnbuckle!! Storms slumping in the corner!! Black pulls him up and sets him up on the top buckle!!

MN: This doesn't look good!

DT: Black climbs up along side....pulls Storms UUUUPPP AND HARD URANAGE FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE RING BELOW!!!

DM: Say goodnight.

DT: Here's the cover!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!! This one's over!!

TF: The winner of the match.....ERRRIIIIIIIIKKKK BLACCCCCKKKK!!!!



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DT: Well Erik Black has certainly made a statement here with a solid victory of Bryan Storms of Second Coming.

DM: Not quite the same satisfaction as if they had gotten the tag team win, but a hell of an ego boost nonetheless.

DT: Next up we have a matchup of two New Era rivals who have somehow managed to avoid each other in Empire Pro so far.

MN: Until now. And I'm looking for the Dragon to start a winning streak right here tonight.



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Karl "The Dragon" Brown vs. Pulsar

TONY FATORA: Th’ following contest is set for one fall.

[The arena lights cut out a few seconds before we CUE UP: ‘Rainmaker’ by Iron Maiden. “The Dragon” steps out onto the stage as the crowd cheers politely. As he makes his way to the ring, Karl high-fives some of the fans, before rolling under the bottom rope. He salutes the fans from the second rope in one of the corners, before jumping down to wait for Pulsar]

TONY FATORA: Weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds, he hails from Nottingham, England.... KKKKAARRRRRRLLL...THE DRAGON...BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNN!!!

DT: ‘The Dragon’ has had mixed form of late here in EPW, but he looks ready for tonight’s match against someone he worked with in NWL, Pulsar.

DM: Don’t forget he was also recently in an invitational tournament, and I’ve heard he did pretty well, coming in third out of a field of twenty five.

MN: That’s crap!! He should’ve done better for the boss.

[CUE UP: ‘Whiskey in the Jar’ by Metallica. Pulsar walks confidently down the ramp, his eyes on the ring as fans reach out to touch his arms. The fans cheer as he stands on the ring steps, keeping Karl in his sights at all times as he steps between the ropes, before turning and saluting the fans and letting the ref check him over before the bell]

TONY FATORA: And his opponent, from Sydney, Australia, and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds... PPPPPPPPPPPUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!

DT: Pulsar’s had a bad run of form as well. Tonight could be his night against one of the men who’s been here from the beginning.

DM: A win here for either man is going to give them a confidence boost. Despite what many may claim a run of form like these two have had recently is going to damage your confidence, and a win tonight is sure to help them get back on the proverbial track.

[SFX: *ding*]

DT: There’s the bell, and Brown and Pulsar lock up collar and elbow. Pulsar managing to push the smaller man back to the corner, but Brown reverses it, pinning Pulsar in as the ref asks for the clean break.

MN: Good show of sportsmanship there by Brown. You know, I’m missing the killer instinct he had against Hiroshi a while back.

DT: You might do but I’m sure some of the guys in the back aren’t. They lock up centre of the ring again, Brown with the quick go behind and take down there, holding Pulsar down now with a side headlock. Pulsar though making it to his feet, with three hard forearm shots to the kidneys there before pushing Brown to the ropes. Pulsar with the shoulder tackle, and he’s running the ropes. Brown with the leapfrog there, but Pulsar catches him on the attempted duck under with a knee drop to the ribs, and he’s now locking in a hammer lock.

DM: Good technique there, pushing the arm up higher than you see a lot of guys. Brown’s showing some signs of the pain involved in that move, which can be considerable if done just right. But he’s managed to roll over slightly, which will block some of the pain and make it easier for... that, a nice swinging kick to the head, dislodging Pulsar there.

DT: ‘The Dragon’ now quickly off the ropes, taking Pulsar down with a flying forearm. He lifts the Man from the Land Down Under up, and a strong snap suplex there takes him right back down. Brown with the float-over cover...kick out at one there from Pulsar. Brown now looking to press the advantage, scoring with a knee to the gut and an arm-drag there into the arm bar, wrenching in on the shoulder.

MN: What’s happened to the Hardcore Downtown Dragon? He’s gone back to being boring.

DM: He may bore you, Mike, but he knows what he’s doing in the ring. He’s wearing down his opponent, and that’s what’s important in the ring. If you’re opponent stays fresh then it’s a lot harder to beat them.

DT: Pulsar makes it over to the ropes, though. The hold’s broken cleanly by Brown, who hits Pulsar in the back of the head with a quick kick. Irish whip off the ropes, and Brown with a drop toe hold, and another float over, into a front face lock, but Pulsar gets his hands in the way to keep the hands from locking.

DM: Smart move, as Pulsar overpowers Brown with an arm wringer on the mat. Pulsar’s got the height and weight advantage, but he’s an accomplished mat wrestler too, and now he’s taking it to the shoulder of Brown with a legdrop on the extended arm. Looks to me like he’s trying to take out that right arm, which is smart since it’s the one Brown uses to execute the Dragon’s Bite.

DT: Pulsar now with a modified armbar, pulling the arm against his own leg with one hand and locking the wrist with the other. Smart wrestling here, as he’s got Brown down with nowhere to go.

MN: Downtown better make a move or he’s gonna drown.

DT: I don’t think they’re in a swimming pool, Mike.

MN: Observant, aren’t you?

DT: I’ll go back to ignoring you I think. Brown trying to get to his feet, tucking his knees in a somewhat foetal position, forcing Pulsar to loosen his grip. Brown makes it to his feet, but Pulsar with an arm wringer, and the whip into the corner now. Pulsar now with the big splash in the corner, holding the head of the Englishman. A hard right hand there, and he wrenches the arm over the top rope.

DM: He’s doing the smart thing and focusing on one point, using the five second rule to great effect as he breaks at four and a half. Another hard right hand, and he lifts Brown to the top rope. Setting up him, and a NICE top rope armdrag down. The cover

TWO

No. Still too early in the match to put the Dragon away. Pulsar picks Brown up, dropping him down with a scoop slam.

DT: If Brown doesn’t launch some offence soon it could be all over, as Pulsar’s had pretty much the lion’s share.

MN: I dunno. Lions, dragons... what’s next, an armadillo?

DT: Pulsar with another knee drop there, and the cover, but only the one count. He picks Brown off the mat again, but Brown scores with a hard right to the gut, followed by a push away and a hard step-in side kick, knocking Pulsar back to the ropes. Pulsar bouncing off the ropes, but Brown takes him over with a back body drop. Brown now starting to gain momentum with an elbow drop there, into the quick cover... nope, only a two count there.

DM: Notice Brown dropped the left elbow there? He’d normally use the right one, but the jarring effect from the impact would’ve caused more damage to his shoulder. Pulsar could use that to his advantage later.

DT: If he gets a chance, as Brown takes him up and down with a back suplex. Both men up now, and it’s Brown with a forearm smash and whip into the corner. Pulsar ducks out of the way as Brown charged in there, looking to set Brown up on the top again... NO!! Brown manages to spring over the top of Pulsar, taking him down with a solid neckbreaker.

...TWO!!

...THRNOO, Pulsar with the kickout there as the referee’s hand was coming down for the three.

MN: Downtown with a nice move there, I must admit. If all technical geek moves were like that I’d be more interested in that style.

DM: Brown continuing to focus on the neck with a swinging neck breaker. Setting himself up on the second rope, and a nice fist drop there to the head of Pulsar. Another cover and another two count.

DT: He’s setting Pulsar up, locking in a waist lock. German suplex?

DM: Nope, as Pulsar lands on his feet, and hits Brown with one of his own. Brown landing hard on the shoulder, as Pulsar shakes the cobwebs. A nice top arm wrist lock there, bending the elbow over. This move stretches the shoulder at the same time as working over the arm, and the position means Pulsar can catch a quick breath and clear his thoughts after the neckbreakers and brief offence from The Dragon. The ref asking Brown if he wants to call it quits, but Brown adamantly refusing to.

DT: Pulsar looking wary there of the legs of Brown, sitting back slightly further than a lot of men do. I suppose that’s something to do with the kick to the head Brown landed earlier from a not all dissimilar position.

DM: Brown though manages a nice counter there, pushing back up and over. Impressive gymnastics there, forcing Pulsar to break the hold before the three count began. Brown now off the ropes, taking Pulsar down with a shoulder tackle there, dropping the knee. He picks him up... Northern Lights Suplex gets a two count. He’s feeling it now, as he sets him up.

MN: Downtown gonna win one, playa.

DT: He’s locked him n the dragonsleeper. Reaching over... no, Pulsar breaks away by landing a well aimed shot to the right shoulder. Pulsar with a quick whip into the corner, following Brown in...Brown with a boot to the face. Pulsar staggers, as Brown pushes him into the corner. Brown stepping up onto the second rope... DIAMOND DUST!!! That flipping facebuster like maneouver out of the corner might seal the win.

One...

TWO...

THRAnd Pulsar gets the shoulder up. Brown now picking him off the canvas, but Pulsar with a kick to the gut. Hooking him up for a suplex... Brown drops out behind... DRAGON’S BITE!!

One...

Two...

THREE!!! Karl Brown wins it!!

[SFX: *dingdingdingding*]

TONY FATORA: Th’ winner of the match by pinfall... KKKKKAAAAAAAARRRRRRRLLLLLL...THE DRAGON... BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNN!!!

DT: A resounding win for the Dragon here tonight, as he seems to be getting some of his old fire back.

DM: I've got big hopes for this kid, Dave Thomas. If he can set his sights on the prize and really get into a winning frame of mind, he'll be huge.

DT: Folks, when we come back we'll have some tag-team action for you, but right now we've got to take a short break!

[Cut to a commercial]

 

[DBrunkGXW]

EPW World Tag-Team Championship
Christian Sands/"The Queen of the Ring" Lindsay Troy (c) vs. Blitz

TONY FATORA: Th' following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall!

[The haunting opening notes of "Dark Machine" by Paul Oakenfold cue up, and 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 for a moment, waiting; at that, Lindsay Troy emerges alongside him. The two nod to each other and start down the ramp, each vaulting into the ring, Sands over all three ropes, Troy sliding under the bottom. They head to their corner and start talking strategy.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and forty pounds... They are the reigning and defending Empire Pro Wrestling Tag-Team Champions of the Worrrld... CHRRRRRRISTIAAAAAN SAAAAAAANDDSSS AND LLLLLLINDSAAAAAY... TROOOOOOOOOOOOYYYY!!!

[As the first chords of Rammstein's "Links 2-3-4" blast out, the lights go out, a red and blue lights pulsing on the stage with the shrill rising betweenchords. As the drum joins the guitars, spotlights fall on the entrance way. As the song gets going after fourteen seconds, pyrotechnics fly from the sides of the entrance, and Blitz stands on the stage. When the words start up, there is another pyrotechnic explosion, and the two men walk down to the ring, Jecht and Max stepping over the top rope, standing in the centre of the ring as another explosion, from the posts, cues the lights to come back up, as the music fades, ready for their opponents.]

TONY FATORA: And the challengers, being accompanied by Leonard Johnson... At a combined weight of six hundred and sixty two pounds... They are Jecht and Max... BLLLLLLLLLLITZ!!!

DT: You have to believe that it's put up or shut up time for Jecht and Max here tonight. These two have tried and tried to get their shot but always come up just a bit short. Tonight could very well be their chance to prove themselves.

MN: I can never get over the huge Final Fantasy X fixation these two have.

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

DT: And it looks like it'll be Sands starting with Jecht here tonight. You have to think the champions might be treading carefully given the size and strength advantage Blitz bring to the match.

DM: But that's where technique comes in, Dave Thomas. Both Sands and Troy know their technique and they know how to take on opponents of any shape and size. Blitz might be big and loafy, but the champs have the know-how to balance it out.

DT: Circling, and Jecht coming in for the punch... Sands hooks the arm and armdrags him to the mat quickly. Jecht up, looking for a right hand, but Sands ducks back and points at him with a chuckle.

MN: Ha! Playing possum!

DM: There's the mind games coming into play. Sands is trying to get inside Jecht's head, catch him off guard.

DT: Looks like Jecht's a little annoyed as he approaches Sands again... looking for a test of strength. Sands looks to reciprocate... but jabs Jecht in the eye with his thumb, then boots him down to a knee!

DM: Dirty trick by Sands, but VERY effective.

DT: The former World's Champion now going to work on Jecht, pounding on the top of his head with the big right hands. Jecht fires one back - Sands just knees him right in the teeth! Sands backs into the ropes - rebound, and there's the running knee to the head of Jecht, knocking the big man on his bottom - and Sands continues to the opposite ropes, rebounds, and scores with the rolling neck snap!

MN: Man, that was calculated! Sands is picking Jecht apart like mad!

DM: That's the Sands advantage. The man is a calculating machine. He'll set you up and take you down. There's no wasted motion, there's no needless finagling, he just sets you up and tears into you like a rabid dog.

DT: Sands firmly in control here, dropping the big leg across the neck of Jecht. Now scoops him to his feet and whips him off into the ropes - oh, big clothesline on the rebound, but Jecht's somehow still standing! ...Well, not for long, as Sands grabs him by the hair and pulls him up, dropping him with the vertical suplex!

DM: Beautiful suplex, just beautiful. Textbook. Incredibly crisp.

DT: Again Sands bringing Jecht up off the mat - hooks him up, and there's the big Northern Lights suplex. The bridge - no, Max comes in and breaks up the cover before the referee can get to two!

MN: He should use his Omnislash! That'd do it!

DM: No more Final Fantasy for you, young man!

MN: But I want Mithra!

DM: ...You are SO lame.

DT: Sands comes to his feet quickly - WALKS OVER AND SLUGS MAX IN THE FACE SEVERAL TIMES, KNOCKING HIM OFF THE APRON! Turns around - but Jecht is up and Sands walks RIGHT into a HUGE lariat! Jecht scoops up the former World's Champion... rotates a hundred and eighty degrees... wow, BIG body slam from one half of the challengers, and this crowd is beginning to get behind Blitz!

MN: I never woulda thunk these guys would get cheered.

DT: Jecht now on the attack, whipping Sands into the ropes... takes him down with the big boot! Now jumps onto the rope himself... SAILING THROUGH THE AIR... AND HE SCORES WITH AN ASAI MOONSAULT OF ALL THINGS, AND THIS IS A THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUND MAN!!

MN: Well, I'll be damned!

DM: Holy hot crap!

DT: The cover by Jecht! One - TWO - No, Sands kicks out!

DM: That was a REALLY crisp moonsault by the big man, but it wasn't enough to take Sands out of commission.

DT: Either way, it looks as if Jecht is in control here as he makes the tag over to Max. The two big men hooking up Sands - and there's the double suplex! Max with the cover - One - TWO - Sands kicks out, but Max immediately pulls him up and hits the big DDT! Holding on in a front facelock chokeout for a moment, but Sands manages to break free and turn it into a side headlock - Max rolls through, trying for an armbar, but Sands keeps the headlock cinched in, and it looks like he might be back in control.

DM: That was a mistake by Max, Dave. Max tried to get technical, and getting technical with Christian Sands is like coming to a gunfight with a knife.

DT: Sands with that headlock firmly cinched in... now bringing Max to his feet. Max fighting it... BRINGING SANDS UP FOR THE BACK SUPLEX BUT SANDS SWINGS HIS WEIGHT FORWARD AND CONNECTS WITH THE BULLDOG!! And there's the tag to Lindsay Troy... Sands hooking Max by the arms, and Troy pummeling him in the face and chest with big jabs and kicks!

DM: Great teamwork by Sands and Troy there.

MN: ...In bed.

DM: ...No.

DT: Now Troy taking over controlling the much larger Max... hooks him by the head and scores with the snapmare, then runs the ropes and SLIDES back into him with the low dropkick, catching him in the jaw with her boots! Max hits the mat hard and holds his jaw, only for Troy to nail him with the front flip legdrop! Troy to the ropes - ASAI MOONSAULT connects! The cover - One -

TWO -

Max JUST gets the shoulder up!

DM: That was a relentless assault there by Lindsay Troy.

MN: ...In bed.

DM: No! Wrong!

DT: Another kick to the head there by Troy, and now waiting for Max to get up... Jecht cheering on his partner - but Troy RUNS over and NAILS JECHT IN THE TEETH WITH A ROUNDHOUSE, sending him plummeting off the apron! Max to his feet - Troy comes off the ropes and scores with the spinning headscissors! There's the tag to Sands... HE'S GOING UP TOP... AND COMES DOWN WITH THE FLYING ELBOW ACROSS THE THROAT OF MAX! The cover!

One!

TWO!

NO! Kickout by Max!

DM: Resilient, ain't he?

DT: Sands pulling Max up off the canvas... Whip to the ropes - big huge boot by the champion, and Max is reeling here! Sands moves in - GERMAN suplex! And another! Hooks the arms, and the TIGER SUPLEX just ROCKS Max as Sands holds on for the bridge!

One!

TWO!

THRNO! Max gets out of it!

MN: Man! These guys ain't quittin'!

DM: I think Max and Jecht have fires going under their asses tonight. They know this is their chance to prove they're not screwups.

DT: Up comes Sands now, hooking up Max for another tiger... BOOSTS HIM UP BUT MAX HOOKS HIS ARMS AROUND SANDS AND ROLLS THROUGH FOR A CRADLE!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

NO! Sands kicked out! Both men up - CLOTHESLINE by Max connects, and he LUNGES into his corner and tags Jecht in!

MN: OH SNAP!

DT: Jecht in like a house afire - BIG CLOTHESLINE connects! Sands up - Another clothesline by Jecht, and he boots Troy right off the apron! Now scoops Sands off the mat - CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! JECHT IS ON THE WARPATH AND THESE FANS ARE ON THEIR FEET CHEERING!!!

[CROWD: BLITZ BLITZ BLITZ BLITZ BLITZ]

DM: I never thought I'd see that! These people are going wild! They want to see Sands and Troy go down hard!

DT: Jecht waiting for Sands to come to his feet - BOOSTS HIM UP - POWERBOMB CONNECTS!!! LOOKING FOR A PIN - BUT TROY SPRINGBOARDS IN OFF THE ROPES AND CATCHES THE BIG MAN WITH THE HURRICANRANA OFF THE TOP!!!

MN: Wow! That was SLICK!

DM: The referee's losing control of the match!

DT: Now Max in! LARIAT for Troy, knocking her right out of her boots, and now both members of Blitz are up - but Sands is up too and he DRILLS MAX WITH THE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX, ONLY FOR JECHT TO WHIP HIM INTO THE CORNER AND SLAM HIM! Whips him to the opposite corner! BODY SPLASH! Boosts him up for the JECHT BOMBER - SANDS COUNTERS INTO THE SANDMAN'S CLUTCH BUT HE CAN'T GET JECHT DOWN!!!

DM: Jecht's fighting it off! He won't drop to the canvas!

DT: Troy coming in now! KNEE to the gut of Jecht - But Max grabs her by the hair and slams her down! Punch for Sands! SUPLEX now! Troy up - KICKS JECHT RIGHT IN THE GUT! ALL FOUR COMPETITORS ARE JUST BRAWLING INDISCRIMINATELY AND REFEREE ROSENKRANTZ HAS THROWN OUT THE MATCH!!!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest has been ruled a double disqualification!

DT: This is a damn battle zone! Everyone's brawling - but thank God, here comes EPW Security to break it up. But what a match, guys. I thought Blitz was going to pull it off.

MN: They came closer than I thought!

DT: Folks, we've got to take a break, but when we come back we've got more action in store! Don't touch that dial!

[Cut to a commercial for EPW Aggression 2 on Playstation 2.]

 

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Russian Roulette Tournament Semifinals
Troy Douglas vs. Clapper

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is a semifinal match of the Russian Roulette Tournament!

[Cue up: "South Of Heaven" - Slayer. The crowd boos thunderously as Clapper stalks out onto the ramp, heading for the Russian Roulette wheel.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first... Hailing from the Chicago, Illinois area... He weighs in at two hundred and fifty eight pounds... He isss the man known aasss CLLLLLLAPPERRRRRRRRRR!!!

[Cue up: "Kashmir" - Led Zeppelin. The crowd's reaction is positive but slightly muted as Troy Douglas makes his way to the wheel.]

TONY FATORA: And his opponent... He hails from Greensboro, North Carolina... He weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds... He isssss TRRRROOOOOYYYY... DOOOOOOUGLAAAAAASSSSSS!!!

DT: The response to Troy Douglas seems a bit quieter this evening, guys.

DM: What the hell do you expect, Dave Thomas? This is a guy who's been in a huge rut lately. He swings back and forth. He'll be really hot one month then just die down out of nowhere. It makes it hard to have faith in him.

MN: Megatron needs energon to live!

[Clapper steps forward and takes ahold of the wheel, giving it a hard spin. It turns for a moment before coming to rest on...]

BARBED-WIRE ROPES

DT: OUCH!

DM: ...Okay, this is going to be painful.

MN: I hope they don't draw First Blood, 'cause it'd be the fastest match in history!

[As the ring attendants begin to rig up the barbed-wire ropes, Douglas steps up the wheel. He huffs once and gives it a spin. After a few rotations the wheel halts on...]

SPECIAL REFEREE

DM: When did we put THAT on there?

DT: I have no idea how THAT got on there... but it looks like we'll have a special referee! Douglas and Clapper heading to the ring as Empire Girl Miyoko pulls out a hat...

[The two wrestlers step into the ring. Miyoko steps up to ringside a moment later to confer with Tony Fatora, drawing a slip of paper from the hat.]

TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing our special referee... JOOOOOOOHN... DOOOOOOOOE!!!

DT: WHAT?!?!

[Cue up: "Hypocritical" - Methods of Mayhem. Pushing through the curtains, a wickedly grinning John Doe emerges and prowls down to the ring, clad in a referee-striped trenchcoat with a big 'MAD REF' spraypainted on the back in red.]

DM: This is BAD for Troy Douglas, man! John Doe's more likely to beat his ass than call the match down the middle, especially with the inferno match coming up at Russian Roulette!

MN: I think Doe's graduating from gnome to dwarf. Nice coat.

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

DT: Clapper and Douglas circling as Doe looks on... Clapper forward with the big right hand, which Douglas blocks - punch by Douglas - what the hell, John Doe breaks it up and chastises Douglas for using a closed fist!

DM: He does have a point, Dave Thomas.

MN: Come on! EVERYONE uses a closed fist!

DT: You can tell Douglas isn't happy as he storms past Doe - INTO A HUGE RIGHT HOOK FROM CLAPPER, bringing Douglas to a knee!

DM: ...That was a closed fist and Doe didn't do anything.

DT: Right from the get-go it seems Doe's refereeing may be a little suspect. Clapper with another big right to Douglas... Whips him into the ropes and DOUGLAS' BACK RAKES ACROSS THE BARBED WIRE! DOUGLAS CRIES OUT IN PAIN, BUT CLAPPER SWEEPS HIM INTO A BODY SLAM!

MN: Ow! Megatron got raked!

DM: Look at the little cuts on his back now!

DT: Douglas climbing to his feet, holding his back... elbow smash by Clapper, and there's the big knee lift to the sternum as the big man systematically takes Troy Douglas apart!

DM: Clapper definitely has the advantage in this environment, Dave Thomas. Not only is Clapper MADE for this sort of brutal, hardcore brawling, he's got John Doe's bias on his side. This looks very bad for Troy Douglas.

DT: It does indeed, Dean. Clapper slips Douglas into a front facelock... BRINGS HIM UP FOR A SUPLEX... BUT DROPS HIM GUT-FIRST ON THE TOP ROPE AND TROY DOUGLAS IS SCREAMING IN AGONY!!! MY GOD, WHAT A BRUTAL MOVE BY CLAPPER!!!

DM: He's KILLING him!

MN: Megatron's a bloody mess already! Clapper's not letting up!

DT: Now Clapper pulling Douglas up again... SUPLEX from the rope to the canvas! There's the cover by the big man! Onetwokickout and MY GOD that was a fast count by John Doe!

MN: Oooooh, biased ref action.

DT: Clapper doesn't seem to care as he pulls Douglas up again... There's the Irish whip but Douglas won't budge! Clapper tries again - DOUGLAS PULLS HIM IN AND HITS THE SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE - and there's John Doe telling him not to use a closed fist!

DM: ...It was a clothesline.

MN: Ha! I'm actually loving John Doe here!

DT: Douglas does NOT look happy as he pulls Clapper to his feet... Whips him into the corner and hits the body splash - and Doe's immediately calling for the break! Douglas grudgingly lets Clapper out... then pushes him BACK FIRST INTO THE ROPES, AND NOW CLAPPER'S BLEEDING TOO!!

DM: And wouldn't you know it, Doe's calling for a rope break.

DT: Dammit, this isn't right! Douglas being forced to step back here... Clapper stumbles off the ropes and DOUGLAS WITH THE BIG POWERSLAM! THE COVER... One... ... ... ... ...Kickout by Clapper off the slowest count I have seen in my LIFE!

MN: HAW! The bias is AWESOME! Doe wins an internet!

DM: ...AN internet?

MN: Well, there are many internets! George Bush said so!

DM: You make an excellent point.

DT: This is NOT sitting well with Douglas, and he's yelling at Doe about it - And Doe's threatening to disqualify Douglas for questioning his authority! Dammit, this isn't right!

MN: That's what Douglas gets for questioning the man!

DT: Douglas yelling at Doe some more - CLAPPER WITH THE SCHOOLBOY! ONE....TWO....THREE.......NO DOUGLAS KICKS OUT IN THE NICK OF TIME! Dammit, these counts are too fast!

DM: I think Douglas is screwed here, Dave.

DT: This is NOT right at all! Both men to their feet - Clapper with the big forearm to the face of Douglas... whips him into the corner, catches him on the way out... MY GOD, FLAPJACK ACROSS THE TOP ROPE, AND DOUGLAS' CHEST IS JUST DRIPPING BLOOD!!! STAGGERS BACK - PUNCH TO THE KIDNEY BY CLAPPER, AND DOUGLAS IS ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES! Now... oh God, no!

DM: This is sick!

DT: CLAPPER RESTING DOUGLAS' THROAT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE... GETS ON THE APRON... RUNS AND LEGDROPS DOUGLAS' HEAD, AND DOUGLAS' THROAT DIGS INTO THAT BOTTOM ROPE!!! MY GOD, THIS IS SICK!!! HE COULD'VE CUT DOUGLAS' THROAT WIDE OPEN!!!

MN: WOOOO! Clapper is AWESOME! This guy's crazy brutal!

DM: I don't know how Douglas can beat this guy against these odds.

DT: Douglas is CONVULSING in the ring now - Clapper just YANKS him to his feet and slugs him right in the throat, stunning him! Douglas clutching his throat in agony, but Clapper just kicks him in the side of the head!

DM: I think it's over for Douglas.

DT: You could very well be right, Dean... Clapper now kicking Douglas into the corner and stomping a MUDHOLE in him, and Doe isn't even TRYING to stop it! He's just mocking a few fans in the front row!

MN: I'm LOVING Doe, man! I take back all the gnome cracks! I'm SOLD!

DM: Jeez, man. This is, like, a massacre or something. Someone needs to stop this.

DT: The grin on Clapper's face tells the story as he picks Douglas up by the neck... RAKES HIS BACK ACROSS THE ROPES AND DOUGLAS IS IN A WORLD OF PAIN!!! Now Clapper setting Douglas up for the body slam - WAIT ROLL THROUGH BY DOUGLAS INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE - DOE'S NOT COUNTING!!! HE SAYS DOUGLAS IS GRABBING CLAPPER'S TIGHTS!!!

DM: BULL! Douglas isn't grabbing the tights at ALL!

MN: Now now, Dean. I'd trust Doe's eyesight on this one.

DM: I wouldn't trust Doe any farther than I can throw him.

DT: Douglas getting RIGHT UP IN DOE'S FACE NOW AND JUST SCREAMING AT HIM - DOE SLAPS HIM ACROSS THE FACE!! Douglas does NOT look happy - AND HE TAKES DOE DOWN WITH THE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!! CLAPPER'S UP - CLOTHESLINE BY DOUGLAS!! ANOTHER ONE! BODY SLAM TO CLAPPER, and Clapper's rolling outside to regroup! Douglas eyeing Doe now... FLIPS HIM OVER!!! SHARPSHOOTER!!! SHARPSHOOTER!!! DOUGLAS LOCKS THE SHARPSHOOTER ON THE SPECIAL REFEREE AND DOE IS SCREAMING FOR HIS LIFE!!!

DM: YES!!! KICK HIS ***** ASS, TROY!!! SHOW HIM WHO'S BOSS!!!

MN: DISQUALIFY HIM!!! DQ! DQ! THIS IS ILLEGAL!!!

DT: DOE'S REACHING FOR THE ROPES - GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE - AND PULLS HIS BLOODY HAND BACK IN PAIN AS HE GETS A FISTFUL OF BARBED WIRE!!! DOUGLAS IS WRENCHING THAT HOLD IN -

[SFX: *DING*]

DT: OH MY GOD!!! CLAPPER JUST NAILED DOUGLAS IN THE FACE WITH THE TIMEKEEPER'S BELL!!! DOUGLAS IS OUT OF IT, AND CLAPPER COVERS - DOE'S TOO HURT TO MAKE THE COUNT!!!

DM: HAW!!! I LOVE IT!!!

DT: Here comes referee Gardell from the back! Slides in! The count!

ONE!!

TWO!!

...MY GOD, TROY DOUGLAS KICKS OUT!!!

[CROWD: *HUGE POP!!!*]

MN: NO WAY!! HE TOOK A BELL TO THE FACE!!

DM: GOD! Douglas is CRAZY resilient!

DT: A frustrated Clapper pulling Douglas to his feet... DOUGLAS LOCKS HIS ARMS AROUND CLAPPER'S WAIST AND POWERS HIM INTO THE ROPES BACK-FIRST!!! CLAPPER SCREAMS IN PAIN AS THE BARBED-WIRE GOUGES INTO HIS SKIN!!

DM: This is SICK! It's like an all-out war in there!

DT: Now Douglas pushing Clapper into the corner! BOOSTS HIM UP!!! HE'S GOING FOR IT - YES!!! END OF THE ROAD!!! END OF THE ROAD!!! THE COVER!!!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!



NO!!! JOHN DOE JUST ELBOW-DROPPED REFEREE GARDELL!!!

DM: I THOUGHT DOE WAS OUT!!!

DT: DOUGLAS TO HIS FEET - DOE WITH THE LOW BLOW!!! DOUGLAS STAGGERS BACK - CLAPPER SNAPS HIM UP INTO THE BLACK NOOSE WHILE DOE KICKS DOUGLAS IN THE FACE REPEATEDLY!!! DAMMIT, THIS IS WRONG!!!

MN: HA!!! DOUGLAS IS DONE!!!

DM: CHEAP!!! CHEAP!!!

DT: DOUGLAS HAS NO CHOICE - HE'S TAPPING OUT!!! THE BELL'S RINGING BUT CLAPPER AND DOE AREN'T LETTING UP!!!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner, advancing to the finals of the tournament... CLLLLLLLAPPERRRRRRRR!!!!

DT: CLAPPER ADVANCES IN THE TOURNAMENT BUT THESE TWO ARE JUST LAYING INTO TROY DOUGLAS!!!

DM: Here come the troops!

DT: Sure enough security has come pouring out from backstage and finally have managed to get these two off of Troy Douglas!! Look at John Doe.....OHHH....and he just spits in his former mentor's face!!

MN: Hey, it's not Douglas' fault that John Doe hasn't done any better than he has.

DT: My God, this is just... just disgraceful. We've got to take a break. Just revolting.

[Cut to a commercial for Weed Man lawn moders.]

 

[DBrunkGXW]

[Cut backstage to EPW Owner Dan Ryan's office. Paul Freeman is inside, the two men locked in conversation.]
Freeman: ....so with the guarantee of a sellout in Los Angeles and San Diego it should turn out to be a pretty good payday.

Ryan: Good work, Paulie. After this Texas tour finishes up, a little trip to Cali just might be what does the trick.

[A buzzing sound interrupts. Ryan presses a button on his phone.]

Ryan: Yeah....

Secretary: [over telecom] There's someone here to see you sir.

Ryan: Good. Send him in.

[Paul turns to the door as none other than BOOGIE SMALLZ steps into the room, glaring at Freeman, whose jaw drops in shock.]

Freeman: What the hell are you doing here?! I just fi....

Ryan: Settle down, Paulie. Mr. Smallz is here at my request. If there's nothing more we need to discuss, you may go.

Freeman: But I....but....

[Ryan raises his eyebrows at the Commissioner.]

Freeman: [sighing] No, nothing else. I'll be down by the curtain if you need me.

Ryan: Good man.

[Freeman exits the room, his eyes never leaving Smallz.]

Ryan: Now then, Boogie....please sit down.

[Smallz stays where he stands, folding his arms over his chest.]

Ryan: Or stand. Either way, I've heard your complaint and appeal over the firing with the whole drug thing and what not.

Smallz: Uh huh....

Ryan: Sorry, can't let ya wrestle, chief.

[Smallz rolls his eyes and starts for the door.]

Smallz: Good waste of my time....

Ryan: Although...I might have something else for you to do. You are still under contract after all.

Smallz: Man, I ain't cleanin' ish up and all that. I know I'm a black man and all, but I ain't layin' down for no whitey just cuz he happens to own the joint, contract or not.

Ryan: [smiling] Actually, I was thinking of something more along the lines of.....enforcer....

[Boogie's eyebrow pops up and for the first time, he feels comfortable enough to take a seat, twisting it around and seating himself backwards....arms leaning on the back of the chair.]

Smallz: Do continue.....

Ryan: It's quite simple really. I need a job to be done and you need something to do. Interested?

Smallz: [eyes narrowing] Maybe we have something to talk about after all......

[Cut back to the ring, where Tony Fatora stands with mic to his lips.]



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The Cameron Cruise Project vs. Golem & X-Ecutioner

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first

[CUE UP: 'Drowning Pool' by Step Up. Golem and X-Ecutioner step out onto the ramp way to a chorus of boos, Golem in a typical hunch. They walk slowly to the ring, soaking up the jeers. Golem slides under the bottom rope as X-Ecutioner steps over the top rope. They stand near the centre of the ring still soaking up the boos]

TONY FATORA: Weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and twenty three pounds, both hailing from Death Valley... GGGGOOOOOOOLLLLLLLEEMMMMMMM and THE XXXX-EEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTIIIIIIIIOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!

DT: Last time we saw these two they totally dominated Ray Rock and Jonny Mambo. They're looking to do the same tonight but against the CCP it's not going to be easy.

[CUE UP: 'Headstrong' by Trapt. Cameron Cruise and Joey Melton saunter to the ring to a cascade of cheers. Sliding under the bottom rope, they're met quickly by Golem and X-Ecutioner, causing Tony Fatora to scamper outside, narrowly avoiding Melton as he's whipped to the ropes by Golem]

DT: And this match is underway as Golem and X-Ecutioner kick things off with an attack before the bell. Melton is taken down by a hard clothesline there by Golem. Cruise meanwhile trading lefts and rights with the biggest man in the match as the ref tries to get some order in there.

MN: Good luck ref.

DM: Melton's back up...NICE backdrop there by the veteran as Golem rushed in, sending the Clawed man ot the outside. Melton's going outside as we finally get two men on their own to start the match proper.

[SFX: *ding*]

DT: Cruise ducking under the right hand there, hitting a strong neckbreaker there. A quick cover gets him a one count there, but a hard boot keeps X-Ecutioner down. He picks, slamming him back down as Melton fights his way away from Golem, sending him to the guardrail. Melton tagged in, as Cruise drives X-Ecutioner head first into the corner, leaving him free for Melton.

DM: Melton now with an arm wringer on the big man, driving the point of the elbow into the shoulder there. And again, trying to take the arm away from X-Ecutioner. Smart strategy, even if he has trouble at the house shows.

MN: He takes the big man down there with a short arm clothesline, tagging Cruise back in. Cruise now with a dropkick taking X-Ecutioner down, and CCP are in total control here.

DT: Indeed they are Mike

MN: That's why I said it

DT: Cruise now with an Irish Whip off the ropes, and a nice spinebuster there. A cover... two count only, as it's still too early to be putting someone away.

DM: But not too early to make them kick out. Cruise knows his way around the ring and wearing out an opponent without tiring yourself out is a very good strategum.

DT: Quick tags from CCP as Cruise brings Melton back in. Melton plants his knee in the shoulder of X-Ecutioner. Pick up, looks like he's setting him up for a suplex... NICE reversal there by X-Ecutioner, taking Melton over before Melton had him in position. Risky move but it might just pay off as he drives his fist straight down there, cracking the forehead of he who hates Miles.

DM: X-Ecutioner whipping Melton into the corner, where Golem takes a quick shot at him. Tag in and they take turns stomping away on Melton in the corner, driving him down to the mat. Golem now in control, driving his knee into the leg of Melton, looking to take the forty plus year old out of action by making it so he can't walk easily.

MN: Quick action from both these teams as Golem wrenches on the leg with a leg-lock. Melton trying to make it to the ropes. I bet he's not used to being on his back like that.

DT: Melton making it to the ropes, and Golem releases the hold at the count of four. He stomps away on the legend, trying to keep him on the mat.

DM: If you can't get up it's a lot harder to win a match. Golem may look like a freak but he's got a great knowledge of wrestling psycology.

DT: Melton using the ropes now, getting to his feet. Golem takes him down with a headlock... NO, it's a choke hold, as the ref starts counting. Again he releases before the count of five, but the damage is being done with those moves. Nothing the ref can do unless he keeps a hold locked in for the five count.

DM: The ref admonishing Golem there, as Melton struggles to his feet. A tag to X-Ecutioner, and Golem sends Melton into the corner. Whip in from X-Ecutioner.

DT: And Golem eats boot as Melton gets his foot up, making a dash to the corner, and tagging in Cruise there. Cruise in over the top rope with a clothesline taking down the big man. He spins round, taking Golem down with a hard right hand there, and there's one for X-Ecutioner. Cruise on fire here, whipping Golem to the corner. He sends X-Ecutioner into him!!! X-Ecutioner staggers back out of the corner, straight into a sidewalk slam there. Golem tries to hold onto the ropes, but Cruise sends him to the outside with a clothesline!! I've NEVER seen Cruise dominate in the ring quite like this, as he's taking out both members of the opposition without much trouble at all! X-Ecutioner to his feet, he finally stops Cruise with a kick to the gut. X-Ecutioner now off the ropes. Cruise ducks under, picking him up on the rebound... SHIPWRECK!!!

DM: That over the shoulder DDT-come-piledriver-come whatever takes X-Ecutioner down. Cruise with the cover...

Two...

THREE!!! It's all over.

[sfx:*dingdingdingding*]

TONY FATORA: The winners of the match.... JOEY MELTON and CCCCAAAAMMMEEEERRRRROOOONNN...CCCCCRRRRRRUUUUUIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSEEEEE!!!

DT: A pretty solid win here tonight for the former champs as they look ahead to possibly another shot at the belts.

DM: If they can get along.

DT: We've got to take a quick break, but we'll be right back for our next match......the Intercontinental Championship!!

[Cut to a commercial for Starving Man's new Big Meat Loafy Meal.]

 

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EPW Intercontinental Championship
"The Anglo Luchador" JA (c) vs. "The Messiah" Sebsastian Dodd

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is scheduled for one fall! It will be contested for the Empire Pro Wrestling IN-tercontinentallll Heavyweight Championship!

[Cue up: "Eat The Rich" - Fozzy to a HUGE crowd pop. Pushing his way through the curtain, JA takes a moment to drink in the roar of the crowd, then adjusts the title around his waist and makes his way to the ring.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... He weighs in at just shy of two hundred and sixteen pounds... He is the reigning and defending IN-tercontinental Champion... JAAAAAAAAAAAY... AAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!

DT: And what a champion JA has been here in EPW since winning the title from "Gentleman" Jonathan Marx, guys. JA has been on such an impressive run here that it's hard to deny his star power.

DM: JA knows what he's doing, Dave Thomas. He's got the charisma to appeal to the crowd and the in-ring savvy to back it up. But I don't know it that's going to be enough against a hellbent Seb Dodd who may not showboat but has technique oozing from every pore.

MN: THE DODDLERRRR!

DM: Hehn?

MN: I said, THE DODDLERRRR!

DM: Oi.

[Cue up: "Stellar" - Incubus. The crowd pops melt into rumbling boos, which Sebastian Dodd ignores completely. Determination flickers in the man's eyes as he stalks down to the ring and stares a hole through JA, who pokes his tongue out and crosses his eyes.]

TONY FATORA: And introducing the challenger! He hails from New York, New York! He weighs in at two hundred and forty five pounds! This is the Messiah... SEBASTIAAAAAAAAAANNNN... DOOOOOOOOOOODD!!

MN: LOOK! IT'S THE DODDLER!! THE DODDLERRRRRR!!

DM: Mike. Ritalin. Now.

DT: You have to believe that Sebastian Dodd has his working boots on tonight. The intensity in his eyes is just unmistakable. He wants that title, and he wants to take JA down.

DM: It won't be easy. JA's an animal in there. Dodd can work the mat like a man, but JA can lick him in the air.

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

DT: And right off the bat there's the lock-up, and you can tell these two men want to have this out but good! Dodd pushing JA towards the corner here - backs him up against the turnbuckle, and the official calls for the break. Dodd gives it to him cle - no he doesn't! The huge right hand to the head of the Intercontinental Champion!

DM: Dodd comes into this match with a big size advantage and a bit of height. He's got the leverage and the weight to make his throws count big, but JA's quicker and can hit the air easier. What JA has to do is keep moving and avoid letting Dodd get ahold of him.

MN: Easier said than done!

DT: Dodd laying in those big rights to JA, and there's the Irish whip by the challenger. Follows JA into the corner - big clothesline to JA! Snapmare now by Dodd, and he capitalizes with the jumping neck snap, leaping over JA!

DM: I've never seen that done from a standing position before! Dodd's an innovator as well as a technical mastermind.

DT: Looks like Dodd's going to attack the neck of JA here. The defending champion to his feet, and there's Dodd to bring him down with the headlock takeover! Big right hands to the side of the neck of JA!

MN: The Doddler's just sluggin' away, man!

DM: Sebastian Dodd's tactics here are brutally effective. He's taking JA down and picking apart that neck. Those right hands are crude but VERY effective.

DT: Dodd pulling JA to his feet by the mask - whips him off into the ropes, JA DUCKS the lariat, but Dodd catches him with the neckbreaker drop on the way back! JA is in real trouble in the opening moments of the match!

DM: What JA needs to do is keep his eyes open and watch for Dodd to make a mistake. You can see the cockiness in Dodd's face. If Dodd lets himself get overconfident, JA could turn the tide.

MN: JA's the moon?

DM: Uh, what?

MN: Well, he's affecting the tides...

DM: Not THOSE tides, dumpface.

MN: Well, be more specific, facedump!

DT: Another Irish whip there by Dodd as JA comes to his feet - the reversal by the champion! Dodd ducks the JA lariat... NO, JA catches him with a neckbreaker instead! Dodd's down, and JA kips to his feet!

DM: And there's the mistake!

MN: Sailor JA turned the tide with his moon power!

DT/DM: MIKE!

MN: Meep.

DT: Up comes Dodd - JA catches him with a dropkick!

[JA: "C'mon, Promo-Bot! C'mon, get up!"]

DT: Dodd up again, darting in - hits the knee lift from JA! Whip by the champion sends Dodd into the corner - BIG body splash by JA, and Dodd's bailing to the floor to regroup!

DM: Dodd wasn't expecting JA to rally this quickly and WHOA LOOK OUT!

DT: OH, AND JA COMES OVER THE TOP WITH THE SOMERSAULT TOPE, TAKING SEBASTIAN DODD DOWN RIGHT BY OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!!

MN: AIR JA!

[CROWD: "JAY-AY! JAY-AY! JAY-AY!"]

DT: And this crowd showing its appreciation for JA's beautiful tope to the outside! Now the reigning Intercontinental Champion hooking the head of Dodd - AND SMASHING THE MESSIAH'S FACE INTO THE RINGPOST!

DM: OW!

MN: NO! The Doddler got his face rearranged!

DT: Dodd staggering back - JA slugs him in the kidneys once, twice, three times! Now rolling Dodd back into the ring... Dodd stumbles to his feet... JA SPRINGBOARDS IN WITH THE MISSILE DROPKICK, TAKING DODD DOWN, AND THIS CROWD LOVES IT!

[CROWD: "JA ROCKS! JA ROCKS! JA ROCKS!"]

MN: Damn! This guy's, like, the dropkick man!

DT: Here's the cover by JA! One - TWO - No, Dodd kicks out!

DM: Dodd's not gonna quit easily, Dave Thomas. He wants that Intercontinental Title, and he'll go through hell or high water to get his hands on it.

DT: JA bringing the challenger to his feet. Whips him into the corner, and there's the monkey flip back into the center of the ring! Dodd reels to his feet again - And JA FEEDS him a sleeper drop! The cover! One -

TWO -

Dodd gets the shoulder up!

MN: The Messiah never dies, Burgerman! He just keeps coming back to life!

DT: JA signaling to the fans - looks like he's going for a dragon suplex here! Pulls Dodd off the mat in a full nelson, but Dodd refuses to go over! Fighting it... DODD HOOKS HIS LEGS AROUND JA'S WAIST AND SOMEHOW ROLLS THROUGH FOR THE VICTORY ROLL!!! ONE - TWO - NO, JA KICKS OUT!

DM: HOLY CRAP! How the HELL did Dodd do that?!

MN: The Doddler's freakin AMAZING! He's my hero!

DT: Both men up again - in comes JA with the clothesline, but Dodd ducks it and spins JA around, and there's the swinging neckbreaker by the challenger! JA staggering to his feet... Dodd hooks the waist and DROPS HIM ON HIS NECK WITH THE GERMAN SUPLEX! The bridge pin! One -

TWO -

JA kicks out!

DM: Again you see the tenacity of Sebastian Dodd. He's like a machine, the way he goes right back to that neck of JA.

MN: And, like, not the Promo-Bot type of machine!

DT: The tide has turned again here, as Sebastian Dodd is firmly in control! Whips JA into the corner, and there's the big elbow smash to the head! Snapmare back into the open ring takes JA down. Dodd to one knee, and there's the necktie hold as Dodd draws JA's arms across his own throat and pulls back hard!

DM: This is a devastating hold by Sebastian Dodd. Not only is he straining JA's neck and shoulders, he's cutting off the flow of blood to JA's head. JA could very well pass out here.

MN: He's fitting JA for new neckwear, brother! Kick his butt, Doddler!

DT: JA straining to get a foot on the ropes here, but Dodd's got him close to the center of the ring!

MN: Just tap, clown! TAAAAAP!

DT: Listen to this crowd!

[CROWD: "LET'S GO J-A LET'S GO!" *clap clap* LET'S GO J-A LET'S GO!" *clap clap*]

DT: You can see JA feeding off the heat of the crowd! He's fighting to his feet! Elbow to the head of Dodd! And another! And - OOH, Dodd slams him down with the X-factor!

DM: Oof, shut him down!

DT: Now Dodd to the canvas, and there's the surfboard hold! Stretching those arms of JA's at his sides and wrenching that neck and shoulders! JA's in trouble here!

MN: C'mon, JA! Tap out!

DM: The fans just won't calm down!

DT: Again JA trying to feed off the crowd! He's struggling to his feet, but Dodd won't let go! Grappling in the center of the ring - WAIT, JA WITH THE BACKSLIDE!!

ONE -

TWO -

NO! Dodd kicks out!

DM: Close one!

DT: Both men to their feet now! Dodd with the boot to the gut of JA... trying to hook the D-O-DDT, but JA powers him into the corner! Big shoulders to the gut by the champion - and there's the snap suplex out of the corner! Cover!

One!

TWO!

Dodd kicks out!

DM: JA's rallying here, Dave Thomas! This looks bad for Seb Dodd! He's gotta grab the D-O-DDT or something and shut JA down real quick!

DT: JA now, whipping Dodd off into the ropes - the big leg lariat turns Dodd inside out! Up goes JA - MOONSAULT! Could be it! One - TWO - NO, Dodd got the shoulder up!

MN: Close one!

DT: There's the signal from JA... Setting Dodd up for the KARELIN DRIVER... Dodd counters with the clubbing blows! Hooks JA's head... COULD BE IT... D-O-DDT - NO, JA GRABS THE ROPES AND DODD HITS THE GROUND ON HIS BACK, ALL BY HIMSELF!!! BRIDGE ROLLUP BY JA!!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE - NO, TWO AND A HALF, and Dodd rolls to the outside to regroup!

MN: Hey, Dodd's going for the Great Equalizer!

DT: Oh dear - Dodd grabbing a steel chair out of the crowd and sliding back into the ring, right in front of referee Gardell! The official sees the chair and throws it out of the ring -- DAMMIT, DODD BOOTS JA RIGHT IN THE DAMN CROTCH!!!

DM: THE REFEREE DIDN'T SEE IT! HE WAS THROWING OUT THE CHAIR!!

MN: TACTICS!!

DT: Dammit, THIS IS DESPICABLE! Dodd hooks the head! D-O-DDT TO AN ALREADY DEVASTATED JA!! THE COVER!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREEEEE!!! WE HAVE A NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!!

DM: A DAMNED DIRTY HITTING-BELOW-THE-BELT ONE!!!

[The fans show their appreciation by immediately booing Dodd at the top of their lungs even as he's handed the title.]

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEW IN-tercontinental Championnnnnnn... SEBASTIAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN... DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODD!!

MN: I can't believe it!!! Dreams do come true!!!

DM: I think I'm gonna be sick.

DT: Nevertheless we have a new Intercontinental champion!!

DM: It only took him about fifteen shots to get it too.

DT: We've got to take a quick break, but we'll be back with more hot EPW action in just a moment!

[Cut to a commercial for US Presidential Election Battle Royal 2004. Select from all your favorite political warriors! "Long" John Kerry! "The Nuculer Nightmare" George W. Bush! "Greasy" Dick Cheney! "Screamin'" Howard Dean! They're all here on your XBox, armed, dangerous, and ready to fight tooth and nail to take your vote by force! US Presidential Election Battle Royal 2004! Only from Bentendo!]

 

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DT: As we've gone through the night we've already determined one finalist in our tournament to determine the number one contender and we're up to the second semi-final match here tonight between the mysterious Dis and Adam Benjamin.
DM: I'm not sure who this Dis in, but the man's got some serious talent both aerially and technically. I almost wanna see him move to the PPV with the title shot just so I can see what this man is made of.

DT: Take it away Tony!!



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Russian Roulette Tournament Semifinals
"Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin vs. Dis

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is a semifinal matchup for the Russian Roulette Tournament!

[Cue up: "Lose Yourself" - Eminem. The crowd's reaction is mixed as Adam Benjamin walks out onto the ramp, littering the front rows with 'BENJAMIN FOR THE GOLD' flyers.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first... He hails from the United Kingdom... He weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds... ADAAAAAAAMMM... BEEEEEEEN-JAMIIIIINNNN!!!

[Cue up: "Hallowed Be Thy Name" - Iron Maiden. Parting the curtains with one arm, Dis stalks out onto the ramp to the loud mixture of crowd cheers and jeers. He tucks his hands into his pockets.]

TONY FATORA: And his opponent... He hails from Wisdom, Montana... He weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... DIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS!!!

DT: Both competitors standing at the Russian Roulette wheel, and it looks like it's Dis who's going to spin first here tonight! And there he goes! Spinning...

[The wheel spins and screeches to a halt on...]

PUNCHES BANNED

DM: I didn't even know that was ON there.

DT: And there you have it, folks - punches are BANNED in this match, and anyone caught throwing a punch will be disqualified!

MN: What? No punching? Weird!

DT: Benjamin up to the wheel.

[Smirking, Benjamin takes ahold of the wheel and spins it. It whirls and whirls before finally slowing to a stop on...]

TABLE MATCH

MN: DIIIIIIIIS!!! GET THE TABLE!!!

DT: Now THERE'S an EPW first! We've never had a table match before! Both competitors heading down to the ring as we get this contest under way!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

DM: And you can see the stagehands setting up those tables at ringside, Dave Thomas. The first person to put his opponent through a table will advance to the finals.

DT: Dis and Benjamin going for the lock-up... Benjamin with the go-behind, and there's the hammerlock, which Dis counters to an arm-wringer... Benjamin with his own arm-wringer now... Dis flips out of it and clips the leg of Benjamin, looking for a Boston crab, but Benjamin makes the ropes.

MN: Why do they call it a crab, anyway? It doesn't even look like a crab.

DM: ...Yeah it does. Kind of.

MN: Kind of isn't good enough, DEAN!

DT: Benjamin moving back to the center of the ring. Here's the tie-up again, and Benjamin immediately with the headlock takeover. He's got the side headlock cinched in... Dis bridges up and looks to turn it into a BACKSLIDE - Benjamin flips through, and there's the quick snapmare! Looking for the headlock again...

MN: ENOUGH WITH THE HEADLOCK!

DT: -Dis flips Benjamin over his shoulder, now locking in that Fujiwara armbar, but Benjamin fights to his feet. There's the reversal and the hammerlock by Yours Truly. Dis trying to fight out... gains some momentum and drops to his tummy, sending Benjamin to the canvas with him, and now Dis is looking for the anklelock.

DM: The pace of this match might seem boring to a lot of people out there, but to those of us in the know this is a chain-wrestling CLINIC. Just LOOK at the smooth transitions these guys are pulling out. They're taking any opening they can find to try and dig themselves a foothold.

DT: Dis looking for that anklelock - Benjamin rolls through with the drop toehold and is looking for the side headlock again, going to the neck. He's got it... Dis fighting out, though... Dis to his feet, and THERE'S the back suplex to Adam Benjamin!

DM: There. Opening.

MN: Benjamin made a mistake that time!

DT: Dis bringing Benjamin to his feet by the hair... Reels back for a PUNCH BUT STOPS HIMSELF... Instead the knee lift to Benjamin, and the body slam rocks Yours Truly!

DM: Close call there for Dis, Dave Thomas. He would've been disqualified had he thrown that punch.

DT: Looks like Dis is firmly in control of this matchup as he picks Benjamin off the mat... Whips him into the corner and scores with the body splash! Now the big Northern Lights suplex out of the corner! Benjamin is reeling, and Dis is heading to the floor to grab the wood!

MN: It's table time!

DM: Might be a little too early for this...

DT: Here comes Dis with the table now... Sets it up in the corner and goes to pick up Benjamin but BENJAMIN WITH THE JAWBREAKER! Dis is stunned - and Benjamin NAILS him with the big DDT!

DM: See, Dis spent too much time getting that table! Gave Benjamin the break he needed to recover!

DT: Benjamin now, picking up Dis by the mask... Goes to wheel him towards the table but Dis puts the breaks on! Benjamin trying again - reels Dis in, and there's the TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM!

MN: Ooooooooh, spinny.

DT: Benjamin looks to be in the driver's seat now as he drops a knee across the sternum of Dis. Picks the masked man up again... whips off into the ropes and swings behind him, and OH WHAT A HUGE GERMAN SUPLEX! Benjamin holds on - ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX ROCKS DIS! STILL GOT THE ARMS LOCKED - A THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX AND BENJAMIN FINALLY RELEASES!

DM: OUCH! Dis' neck has got to be KILLING him after those BRUTAL Germans!

MN: Benjamin was throwing Nazis!

DM: ...

MN: You SAID brutal Germans!

DM: I hate you.

DT: Benjamin going to the outside now... grabbing a table from the floor. Chucks it back into the ring and it LANDS ON DIS' BACK! OW!

DM: Whoa-ho-ho! That was a BRILLIANT move by Benjamin!

MN: FALLING TABLE! WATCH OUT!

DT: And here comes Yours Truly, picking up the table and beginning to set it up in the center of the ring... he's got it! Sets Dis up... Could see a BODY SLAM THROUGH THE TABLE - NO, Dis floats out behind Benjamin and NAILS him with the inverted DDT!

MN: Ooh! That had to sting!

DT: Both men coming slowly to their feet... BENJAMIN LOOKING FOR A PUNCH BUT STOPS HIMSELF - BUT DIS CAPITALIZES AND SCORES WITH THE JUMPING DDT!

DM: OW! Benjamin almost forgot, and the hesitation cost him big!

DT: Now the momentum shifts back to Dis! The masked man bringing Benjamin to his feet! Whips him into an empty corner - Benjamin stumbles out and gets NAILED with the belly-to-belly! Benjamin up again - POWERSLAM by Dis, narrowly missing the table!

MN: Came within INCHES!

DM: That could've been over right there, Dave.

DT: And Dis bringing Benjamin to his feet again... Setting him up for a POWERBOMB... BRINGS HIM UP... GOING TO PUT HIM THROUGH THE TABLE... BENJAMIN FLOATS THROUGH AND LANDS ON HIS FEET, BUT DIS JUST DDTS HIM TO THE CANVAS!

DM: Ooh! That was VERY close to being over, but Benjamin countered and forced Dis to drill him in the other direction!

DT: Again Dis pulls Benjamin off the canvas... Whips him off into the ropes, but Benjamin DUCKS the leg lariat! Benjamin on the rebound - HEADSCISSORS BY DIS TAKES BENJAMIN TO THE MAT!

MN: Oooooh! Nice!

DM: Benjamin's in REAL trouble!

DT: Dis eyeing that table now... Calling for a FLAPJACK! Whips Benjamin off into the ropes again - Looks to catch him - OHMYGODBENJAMIN PULLS THE SHINING WIZARD OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

DM: DIS TELEGRAPHED IT! HE SCREWED HIMSELF!!!

MN: IT'S SO DONE!!!

DT: Dis is LIMP here! Benjamin setting Dis up in the headscissors - Calling for the POWERBOMB! TRYING TO PULL DIS UP BUT DIS WON'T BUDGE!

DM: He's trying! He's... GETTING IT!

DT: BENJAMIN GETS DIS UP - DIS FLOATS OVER AND LANDS BEHIND BENJAMIN, BUT BENJAMIN CATCHES HIM WITH THE KNEE TO THE GUT! WHIP INTO THE ROPES BY BENJAMIN! LOOKING FOR THE POWERSLAAAMMM - DIS SNEAKS BEHIND HIM - WAISTLOCK - GERMAN SUPLEX BY DIS - AND BENJAMIN CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE HEADFIRST OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

DM: That came out of NOWHERE!

MN: WHOA!

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner, advancing to the finals of the tournament... DIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!

DM: Mystery Man does it again!!

DT: You may get your wish, Dean as Dis takes care of former Intercontinental Champion Adam Benjamin, but he'll have to get past Clapper first.

DM: Clapper is absolutely tough as nails. It's gonna be an interesting clash of styles next week in San Antonio.

DT: We've got to take one last break, but when we come back - Cross! Beast! One on one! NEXT!

[Cut to a commercial for Dingle Berry Muffins.]

 

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MAIN EVENT
Beast vs. Cross

[The lights dim as "Til I Collapse" by Eminem blares over the arena. The fans along the aisle stand and turn their attention to the stage as Cross steps out and makes his way to the ring. Cross climbs in over the ropes.]

[The music fades out and the sound of monks chanting comes over the speakers.]

DT: That can mean only one thing!!!

["Figure You Out" by Nickelback kicks in as Beast, wearing the EPW World Title around his waist steps out and drives his arms into the air to a thunderous crowd reaction. Beast makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with a few fans along the way and climbs into the ring. Beast removes the title and hands it to the referee.]

[SFX: Bell Rings.]

DT: And we're underway!!

DM: A lot of those who follow A1 Wrestling have been looking forward to this matchup ever since Cross signed a contract here. Cross was able to hold their World Title for the better part of a year while our own Beast was never able to get over that hump.

DT: Beast and Cross circling each other. There's the tie-up into the side headlock by the champ. Cross powers out- Beast dives to the mat, executing a baseball slide through Steele's legs and popping up behind him. Cross turns quickly, but gets DDTed for his trouble!

MN: Cheap! Cheap!

DT: Cross staggers to one knee, and Beast whips him to the ropes, but the A1E Champ ducks Beast's clothesline, rebounding off the opposite ropes. This time, Beast jumps over Cross, avoiding a big shoulder block; however, Cross rebounds again and floors the champ with a flying lariat!

MN: Cross is gonna kill big loafy. I just know it!

DT: Beast gets to his feet, but Cross clotheslines him down. Again Beast rises, and Cross bounds off the ropes for another clothesline, but Beast hurtles forward and spears the big man viciously! He hooks Cross' leg, but only gets a 2 count!

DM: Beast pulled that spear out of his ass right there!!

MN: Bet it's not the only thing he's pulled out of his ass lately....

DT: Beast pulling Cross to his feet.....twisting the arm around an short arm clotheline!!

DM: Shades of Jake Roberts.

DT: Beast now to the ground attack as he latches onto the right arm of Cross and locks him into a modified Fujiwara armbar.

DM: Not a true fujiwara armbar however.

MN: How the hell do you know?

DM: By the fact that Cross' arm is still in his socket.

DT: Beast pulling back hard and Cross screaming out in agony, but refusing to give up!!

DM: This is still wearing down that arm, and Cross will need to figure a way out of this pretty soon if he doesn't want to be taken past the point of being able to use that arm.

DT: Cross slowly scooting across the ring - now Beast let's go.....leaps up and drops a leg across the bicep of Cross!! Cross writhing in pain here!!

[The crowd begins to stir as EPW owner Dan Ryan appears on the ramp and begins to walk to the ring. Beast catches a glimpse of him but goes right back to work on Cross as the owner approaches ringside and crosses his arms across his chest.]

DT: Well, our ever-present owner is present once more. Beast draping Cross across that bottom rope and drops a leg across his neck.

MN: Is Ryan clapping?

DM: I believe he is.

DT: Ryan apparently liking what he's seeing here as Beast drops another leg across the neck!

[Ryan waves his hands in the direction of Cross directing Beast to continue. Beast glares at the owner and narrows his eyes before going back to Cross.]

DT: Beast back over to Cross....INSIDE CRADLE BY CROSS!!! ONE.....TWO!!!NO!!! BEAST JUST GETS OUT!!

DM: That would've been embarrassing.

DT: Beast back up quickly and nails Cross in the jaw with a right hand!! Cross staggers back but returns fire with a right of his own!! Right from Beast!! Right from Cross!!! Right from Cross!! Cross shoves Beast back into the ropes!! Beast comes back....TILT-A-WHIRL BACK BREAKER FROM CROSS!!!

MN: Holy crap!

DT: Cross struggling to his feet! Beast slowly coming to his feet! Kick to the midsection by Cross!!! Standing headscissors!!!!

DM: No way he hits this here!!

DT: Cross trying to pull Beast up for the Golgotha!!! He's got him up and --- WAIT!! WHO'S THIS!!! SOMEONE JUST SLID INTO THE RING!! IT'S DIS!!! DIS TACKLES CROSS AT THE KNEE!!!

MN: What the???

DT: Beast falls from six and a half feet up and falls to the side!! DIS NOW PUMMELING CROSS!!! WHAT THE HELL IS DIS DOING ATTACKING CROSS LIKE THIS?!

DM: Hmm...something off here. Dis looks a little....I dunno...different than usual.....

DT: DIS IS DRAGGING CROSS TO THE CORNER AND GOING OUTSIDE!! HE TAKES BOTH LEGS AND WISHBONES HIM AROUND THE CORNER POST!! DIS CLIMBING UP AND --- FIGURE FOUR AROUND THE POST!!!

DM: This is gonna cause some serious damage!!!

DT: Dis letting go and taking off up the ramp!! What the hell is going on here?!?!

MN: Beast is about to get an easy victory, that's what!!!

DT: Dan Ryan is frantically motioning Beast to take advantage of this situation!!

DM: Beast is just now coming to his senses!

DT: Ryan yelling at Beast!! Beast is going over to Cross and....and he's helping him up!!

MN: Oh my God, you've got to be kidding me. He's not gonna pin him??

DT: Ryan's losing his mind on the outside and Beast yells at the owner to shut up!!!

MN: Deck him, boss!!

DM: Beast is getting a little too brave in there.

DT: Ryan now throwing his hands up and heading back up the ramp. Beast now waving someone in to help Cross get out of the ring and I guess this match is over! The referee is going over to Tony Fatora.....

TONY FATORA (from outside): Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of Cross being unable to continue this match has been declared a NO CONTEST!!!!!

[Boos]

DT: Well, as Beast helps Cross back up the ramp we remind you all that next week we return to you with the final Aggression before our big Pay Per View as we take on San Antonio, TX!!!! We'll see you all next week!!!



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[CUT TO: Backstage where we see Cross being helped by medical staff. In the distance we see Dis, carrying a bag over his shoulder ducking out through the rear entrance. Cross grunts as the door to his dressing room is swung open by an EMT. They disappear into the room, as in the distance....down the hall someone else is seen exiting their dressing room.]

[Dis.]

[Fade to copyright information.]