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Aggression 8 - Huntsville, AL - 5/14/04

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Cameron Cruise impatiently reached for the parting electronic double doors, pressed for time, vowing to keep moving. If he stops he’ll have a moment to consider the phone call that summoned him to the Hilton Hotel: Huntsville’s biggest tourist attraction.
There was talk of getting a Wal-Mart five years ago, but groundbreaking on the recommended site unearthed an old Native American burial ground. Quickly the Huntsville town council voted to block further construction. The remains of dead Indians would fuel conversation for generations. It was also a source of both pride and out rage, Huntsvillians unsure of how they were supposed to feel.

On one hand, many made a yearly trek to Ted Turner Stadium in Atlanta to cheer on the Braves. On the other, strange occurrences at night, reports of pickups driving themselves into the forest to never return had long gone unexplained. Now, they had meaning.

Wal-Mart’s taken the soul of an entire nation, but Huntsville would be the lone voice of reason. The community of poor boys and girls who said, “No thank you, allowing a 24/7 Drug Store was enough.”

The burial ground was the heart of Huntsville until the Hilton was erected, like manna from heaven, offering the uneducated a classy means to earn minimum wage and a leg up on their forefathers who have accused following generations of raping the value behind a good living.

The people over time had trouble relating to rotting remains. While it was cool, the sacred ground said jack about the men and women who skipped house payments to throw up a second Directv dish. What does it mean to live in Huntsville? Who are its sons and daughters?

The joke was their town was only worth driving through, stopping for gas and a quick piss. A true humanitarian is someone who can laugh at himself.

Only worth driving through...

If true, the council approved the Hilton’s construction to have the last laugh. Nobody wants to stop in Huntsville, but a hotel this beautiful can’t be found in the surrounding areas.

Travelers find themselves trapped in Huntsville, albeit in style, like Cruise finds himself now.

Locked in a padded room with Joey Melton, the one man who’s taken almost a sick pleasure in raking Cameron over the coals verbally. He didn’t ask to team with the man, that’s for damn sure. But Melton did? The CSWA’s Mr. Everything requested to take Cammy on as a partner?

The fledging insanity in Cameron’s career has to be a result of global warming. Scientists have predicted gradual change over hundreds of years. Metropolitan cities weren’t being flooded, but Cruise’s personal space certainly was. And, though thousands aren’t senseless dying, isn’t this worse?

He stops in the center of the lobby, as ignorant looking Huntsville teens eye him behind the counter. Cruise nods his head, it’s a nice place no question.

“She's got a way about her”
”I don't know what it is”
”But I know that I can't live without her”

The quiet butchering of a song from the bar reaches Cameron’s ears like a whistle only he and dogs can hear. It’s unbearable. That awful playing of a piano, someone please, before pacemakers start malfunctioning.

“She's got a way of pleasin'”
”I don't know what it is”
”But there doesn't have to be a reason”
”Anyway”

The voice is picking up steam. Cruise power walks to the bar, a migraine building. Whoever is singing, guaranteed has their eyes closed, feeling the lyrics, as if only they shared that moment in time.

“She's got a smile that heals me”
”I don't know why it is”
”But I have to laugh when she reveals me”

Cameron staggers into the bar, and fights the urge to cry. There are lighters in the air, why? Sweet Momma Cass why are people respecting this? If Billy Joel is able to hear the rendition, Cruise hopes he’s not driving.

Is that?

Tell me it’s not...

“She's got a way of talkin'”
”I don't know what it is”
”But it lifts me up when we are walkin'”
”Anywhere”

Joey Melton sits on top of a piano as an elderly woman in a “Tony Stewart” T-shirt and white slacks romances the keys. Melton spots Cruise, nods, and kicks his head back in the air, still singing breathlessly.

“She comes to me when I'm feelin' down”
”Inspires me without a sound”
”She touches me...”

Cameron decisively grabs a fire extinguisher off the wall, steps to the old woman and fires off a round, saving humanity as we know it.

“...and I get turned arou--” Oblivious to much, even Joey Melton has to recognize he’s being rudely interrupted.

“Hey! Cruise, what ar-...”

The patrons file out of the bar. Damn Huntsville curfew. Last call comes so early now.

Cameron apologetically holds his right hand in the air. “Sorry Joey...”

“I should hope so, I was ten seconds away from the big finish.” Melton tosses the mic to the bartender and takes a seat at a small table for two. Cruise, trying to regain his senses, sits opposite Melton.

“Big finish? No man, they weren’t ready for it, believe me.”

“You’re probably right. Leave’em wanting more.”

Cruise grimaces. Melton was buying this. Yikes. Too bad he doesn’t own any swampland in Florida, he could clean Joey out within the hour.

“Melton the show starts in twenty minutes. We were supposed to check in two hours ago, and believe it or not I actually like being early. Spending the afternoon with the boys, and Mercedes. We love the business. It’s why we live in it.”

Melton stares Cameron in the eye. Cruise meant every word, and he knows it. Sincerity’s a new trait to Joey, but he’s learned how to sense it.

“Geez Cruise, what do you...watch the Lifetime Network and read women’s magazines too?”

The answer was yes, but Cruise would never admit it. Not even under the glare of a hot lamp with a taunting glass of water an arm’s length away.

“Come on Melton, let’s roll. Be serious for once.”

“I asked you here, because I am serious. The truth is people aren’t lining up out the door to team with a forty year-old superstar who’s selling dvds of barbed wire matches with midgets on his website.”

Cruise cocked an eyebrow. “I thought those were out of stock..”

“I wish.”

Cameron would either learn much from Melton, or move to the Alaskan Wilderness to find space.

“I’m easily written off now, Cammy. A side-show they say, and the good man upstairs only knows I nearly have a penny to my name. I asked to team with you because I knew you wouldn’t resist.”

“But I have. Not to be a stickler Joey, but I’ve been all but on my hands and knees to get out of this match.”

Joey cupped his face with two hands in anguish. “You and Troy both make heartfelt speeches come off like pulling teeth.”

“Me and Troy?” Cameron backed from the table slightly. “How long has it been Melton?”

“Too long. But don’t worry your safe, I’m not that depraved.” Joey takes a drink from a half-empty beer. “Though, I can’t yet vouch for how good you look when I’m drunk.”

Cruise shoots up from the table. “Allrighty. Hey thanks for the date? Dare I say? But I’m about fifteen minutes from getting fined, so I’ll see you at the arena.”

Melton hops to his feet, a smile on his face.

“That was a joke, Cruise. Listen...” Cameron turned back to Joey, though unsure why. “Thanks man. I’m going to give you all I got.”

Cameron relaxed. Who would turn down an opportunity to team with the legend? “I know.”

The sober one of the two fishes into his pants pocket and pulls out a set of keys, tossing them Melton’s direction.

“You drive. There’s still time for a crash course scouting report of tonight’s match.”

As they walked out of the bar, Cameron’s own words rung in his ear. Turning back to Joey, he stole the keys from his partner.

“Better yet...”

“Good call. I’m going to need a good hour to be able to stand upright with no problems.”



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[Cutto: The parking garage of the Von Braun Civic Center. The cameraman watches as a huge monster truck - an old Ford in a former life - rolls into the arena. It parks across two parking spots. The doors swing open, admitting two massive figures - The Monsta Boyz, Buff Bellows and Fat Farrell. Both wear their typical Hawaiian shirts.]

BUFF: Aight, Fat Man. Ready to roll?

FAT: Aw, hell yeah.

BUFF: Then let's do this.

[Exchanging a high-five, Buff and Fat stroll through the double doors into the arena.]
 

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Re: Aggression 8 - Huntsville, AL - 5/14/06

[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 Christian Sands.

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

CUT TO: Christian Sands taking Beast down into the Sandman's Clutch.

CUT TO: Troy Douglas standing victorious on a turnbuckle.

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

CUT TO: John Doe and Aodhan Lorigan striding down the ramp.

CUT TO: Jonathan Marx throwing Karl Brown over the ropes.

CUT TO: Lindsay Troy dropkicking Christian Sands.

CUT TO: Tyrone Walker locking up with Karl Brown.

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.]





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[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: "Jonathan Marx Kidnapped Guinevere", "HOLY JOEY MELTON SIGHTING!", "BEAST IS A BEAST", "Karl Brown Is So Hot!", "Sexual Harassment Sands, Part 2: Electric Boogaloo", "Poseidon Fears Zeus", "STORMS FEARS DOE", "THE NEWBIES... THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!", and finally, "DOWN WITH EPW! DOWN WITH DEGRADING TREATMENT OF WOMEN!" The last slogan is plastered across a number of signs held by a group of matronly women in the lower bowl. As well, four cloth-covered cylindrical shapes are visible near the entryway, each about ten feet tall.]

[Cut to the broadcast position. As usual, Dave Thomas and Mike Neely occupy the table, each one wearing an EPW polo shirt. Neely is playing with two of the new EPW action figures by Wakks Atlantic - specifically the Beast and Christian Sands action figures.]

DT: Welcome, everybody, to Huntsville, Alabama! Welcome to the eighth edition of Empire Pro Wrestling's Aggression! I'm Dave Thomas, and with me as always is the infantile Mike Neely!

MN: (deep voice) Are you ready to die, Beast? (geeky voice) Please don't hurt me, Christian! I'll do anything! (deep voice) Then give me Lindsay!

DT: What are you-

MN: (ignoring him; picking up the Lindsay Troy action figure and adopting a cheesy girl voice) Oh, Christian! You're so hot! Please, kiss me!

(Thomas reaches over and grabs the Troy and Beast figures.)

MN: (normal voice) Hey! I was playing with those!

DT: Folks, in case you haven't heard, the new line of Empire Pro Wrestling action figures is now in stores! We've got all your favorites! Beast, Christian Sands, Troy Douglas, Lindsay Troy, Karl Brown and more!

MN: Gimme those back!

DT: No. You're grounded.

MN: But, but, but!

DT: No action figures for you, young man.

MN: Awwwwwww!

DT: We've got our largest lineup yet for you tonight, as we'll be bringing you a grand total of EIGHT matches! Later on tonight we'll see the three qualifiers for the World Tag-Team Title match - but first, it's a double debut match!

MN: Another one? Man, we've got new talent up the yin-yang coming in here!

DT: What say we head down to the ring?



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"Big Air" Brian Hale vs. Blu Thundarous

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is a double debut match! It will be scheduled for one fall!

[Cue Up: "Hush" by Tool. The spotlight begins to quiver with the music as the curtains part and out steps Bunnie Hil to a huge ovation from the male population in the arena. Bunnie struts about halfway down the aisle before stopping and turning back to the entrance and pointing, as if on cue white pyro shoots out top of the entrance ramp as Brian Hale steps through the curtain. He jogs in place for a few minutes, rolling his neck from side to side before making his way down to the ring.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first... He hails from Aspen, Colorado... He weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... THISSSSSSSSSS... ISSSSSSSS... BIG AIRRRRR... BRIAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN... HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALE!!!

[Blue mist seeps into the arena, blue strobe lighting flashes around. The Hives 'Main Offender' plays loudly. Blu creeps out mysteriously and crawls (literally) towards the ring. He flips over the top rope to the boos of the crowd. Takes a gulp of a blue alchoholic liquid.]

TONY FATORA: And introducing the opponent... He hails from El Paso... He weighs in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds... He isssssss BLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUU... THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNDAROUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

DT: And there's the bell! You have to think, Mike, that this is going to be an interesting clash of styles, as Blu Thundarous outweighs Brian Hale by sixty pounds!

MN: Why was he crawling down the ramp? And was that blue Kool-Aid he was drinking?

DT: Uhm.

[The nimble Hale circles Thundarous before darting in. Immediately, Blu knees the smaller man in the kidneys, stunning him. Firing off another knee, Blu chops Hale down to a knee and karate-kicks him in the chops, knocking him down.]

DT: Oh! Interesting combination of strikes from Blu Thundarous, employing the knee in an almost Muay Thai fashion!

MN: What about your tie?

DT: No, Muay Thai.

MN: Yeah, your tie.

DT: It's a combat style!

MN: The Art of Neckwear. HI-YAH! FEAR MY BOWTIE!

[As Hale goes down, Blu applies a waistlock with Hale held almost in a horizontal piledriver position. From there, Blu delivers a series of hard knees to the top of Hale's head. Picking Hale up off the canvas, Blu drills him with a rough piledriver. A stunned Hale wobbles to his feet, and Blu launches him across the ring with a judo-style hip toss.]

DT: Big hip toss there from Blu Thundarous. It's interesting to see this fellow in action. The style of wrestling is so unorthodox, blending various forms of martial arts with wrestling grapples.

MN: Like the Corsage Suplex? Or the Suit Coat Slam?

DT: What?

MN; Hey, as long as we're talking about the My Tie style, why not go for the full Monty?

[Hooking up a recovering Hale, Blu hurls him across the ring with a swift Judo throw. He advances on the smaller man, but Hale battles back with a rain of knife-edged chops. Blu is backed into the ropes, and Hale goes for the Irish whip, but Blu hops up onto the ropes and springs back onto Hale with a moonsault body press that connects. Blu immediately goes for the cover.]

DT: Oh, there's the springboard moonsault, catching Hale off-guard! One - TWO - Hale kicks out!

MN: That guy's like two seventy five pounds, man. And he can fly. Dag.

[Blu drags Hale to his feet by the arm and delivers a couple more knees to the gut. Whipping Hale into the ropes, Blu nearly beheads him with a jumping clothesline. He then scoops up Hale from behind, setting him on his shoulders and falling back to connect with an electric chair drop!]

DT: And there's a big electric chair by Blu Thundarous, who has completely dominated this match!

MN: It's the power of the blue Kool-Aid. It gives him powerz. OHHH YEAHHHH!!!

DT: He doesn't look like a talking punch bowl to me.

MN: Not yet, Dave. Not yet.

[With Hale down, Blu drops a big elbow on him. He then vaults onto the top rope and sails off with a 450 splash, ending in a frog splash position firmly across Hale and drawing a wave of oohs from the crowd!]

MN: WHOA!

DT: What a maneuver! He calls that the Hit By Thunder! The cover!

One!

Two!

THREE! Blu Thundarous wins in a successful debut!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner... BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU... THUUUUUUUUUUUNDAROUSSSSSSSSSS!!!



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DT: A strong debut for the man known as Blu Thundarous, as he dominated Brian Hale right from the opening bell.

MN: I had some doubts about that guy, man, with the crawling and the blue juice and all, but man - he's pretty damn cool. I like him. He's got the Mike Neely Endorsement.

DT: Well, I suppose we all want that.

MN: Basically.

DT: We've got to take a quick break, folks, but don't go away! When we come back, Blitz battles Second Coming for a berth in the tag title playoffs! That's next!

[Cut to a commercial for the new EPW action figures.]
 

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Re: Aggression 8 - Huntsville, AL - 5/14/06

DT: Welcome back, everyone! These next three matches were signed by Dan Ryan as qualifiers for a match at Unleashed, which will decide our new Tag-Team Champions. In this next match, Blitz and Second Coming will face off!
MN: Aren't Blitz those guys named after Final Fantasy 10?

DT: Huh?

MN: You know, Blitzball... Final Fantasy 10 entrance music...

DT: ...You have no life.

MN: I do so! My, uh, cousin plays that game!

DT: Suuuuuuure.

MN: Really! I swear!

DT: Let's just send it down to Tony.



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Tag-Team Qualifier
Blitz vs. Second Coming

TONY FATORA: The following match up is scheduled for one fall and it is a qualifying match for the Triple Threat at Unleashed!!!!

[CUE UP: As the first chords of “Otherworld” blast out, the lights go out, a red and blue lights pulsing on the stage with the shrill rising between chords. As the drum joins the guitars, spotlights fall on the entranceway. Pyrotechnics fly from the sides of the entrance, and Blitz stands on the stage, Leonard in the middle, as the two wrestlers look around. When the words start up, there is another pyrotechnic explosion, and the three men walk down to the ring, Jecht and Max stepping over the top rope, standing in the center of the ring as another explosion, from the posts, cues the lights to come back up, as the music fades, ready for their opponents]

MN: Dag, yo! Any more explosions they will burn this arena down!

DT: Not likely.

MN: I think my hair is on fire!!

DT: If it is, it's from the gears in your head overheating.

TONY FATORA: And their opponents at a combined weight of 470 pounds!

[The Final Countdown" Europe Entrance: 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. The two slide simultaneously under the bottom rope and pose on opposite turnbuckles, taunting the crowd.]

TONY FATORA: SECCCOONNNNNND COMMMMMMING!

[As Second Coming slides in the ring, the lights completely turn off as the EmpireTron shows a black cloud with a red fist rising from the bottom of the screen. the hand holds a lighting bolts as the picture shatters on screen then shows the words “Aodhan Lorigan and John Doe…The Black Thunder”. CUE UP: “Healing to Suffer Again” by Hatebreed as John Doe and Aodhan Lorigan walk down the ring with two chairs.]

DT: Hold on a moment, folks - the Black Thunder are making their way to ringside!

MN: Bah. Here I thought Ayodan was too busy teaching Doe how to tie his shoes.

[John and Aodhan fold out the chairs as the sit in them at ringside.]

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

DT: And Storms wasting no time as he attacks Max! Big clothesline from storms as Max gets up. Storms on hot pursuit - notices Max is up and lays him back down with a nice Dropkick.

MN: My dawg! That's the way to roll!

[Storms picks up Max and lifts up Max, nailing a hard suplex. Storms Irish Whips Max to his corner making a tag to Johansson.]

DT: Johansson and Storms putting the boots to Max in their corner as the referee begins to count. Storms back in his corner as Johansson drags Max the middle of the ring. Johansson locking a Sleeper Hold on Max as the referee making sure he’s not choking him - Look at Doe and Lorigan over there!

[Cameras cut over to Doe and Lorigan as they sit there laughing at Johansson and making faces at him.]

MN: Must've caught a glimpse of themselves in a mirror...

DT: Johansson is letting go of that hold and yelling at Doe and Lorigan! Max making the tag as Johansson is swearing up a storm at Doe and Lorigan! ROLL UP PIN BY MAX!

[1... 2... Kick out by Johansson. Jecht mounts Johansson and starts punching him. The referee is warning Jecht about that closed fist as he gets off Johansson.]

DT: Blind tag by Storms as he charges at Jecht, BUT Jecht HITS A NICE TRIP UP NOW IS LOCKING IN A STF!

[As Jecht holds the STF Johansson rushes in the ring and kicks Jecht, breaking the hold.]

DT: Jecht getting up and pushing the referee out of the way as he locks his arms around Johansson

[Storms lays on his stomach holding his neck after the STF. Jecht tosses Johansson with a big Belly to Belly Suplex, causing Johansson to come down hard across Storms!]

MN: BOO! HISS! ILLEGAL!

DT: OH! Storms sandwitched as Johansson is DROPPED across him! That's a lot of weight landing on the back of Storms! And Jecht with the cover on Storms 1... 2... NO FAINT KICKOUT BY STORMS!

[Jecht lifts up Storms, but the smaller man delivers an elbow to Jecht's gut. As Jecht doubles over, Storms spins and delivers a pair of forearms, then hooks him up and scores with a huge brainbuster DDT!]

DT: What a maneuver by Bryan Storms, DRILLING Jecht with the brainbuster-style DDT - wait a minute, Storms is giving John Doe the finger! And Jecht's recovering!

MN: Why's he even wasting his time on that little ankle-biter?

[Doe and Lorigan pick up their chairs and rush into the ring. Doe goes right past Storms and hits Jecht in the head with the chair! Max rushes in and Aodhan hits him square in the head as well!]

DT: WHAT THE- DOE AND LORGIAN HAVE COST SECOND COMING THE MATCH!!!

FATORA: The winners of the match due to disqualification... BLLLLLITZ!!!!

MN: BULL! BULL! TURN OVER THE RULING!

[As Jecht and Max roll out of the ring, Storms turns around and gets hit in the head with the chair. Johansson slides into the ring and Aodhan just lays him flat out cold with a hard chairshot that leaves Johansson’s headprint it the chair!]

DT: And Lorigan pushing Johansson’s limp body out of the ring as Doe continues to hit Storms with that chair!

MN: CALL THE POLICE! CALL THE SWAT TEAMS! CALL THE HUMANE SOCIETY! THIS IS NOT RIGHT!

[Doe lifts Storms to his feet as he looks at the crowd. Doe drags Storms to a corner and hits him yet again in the head with the chair, and Doe calls Aodhan over to him. Aodhan grabs the chair from Doe’s hands and holds it in front of Storms' face.]

DT: What the hell is going on! Doe is going to the other end of the ring as Aodhan holds that chair dead in front of Storms face!

MN: I'M TELLING YOU, CALL THE COPS!!!

[Doe climbs the turnbuckle and taunts as the crowd starts the cheer. Doe leaps off the turnbuckle, cameras start going off as Doe dropkicks the chair right into the face of Bryan Storms! Blood rushes down the face of Storms as he squirms in the ring. Referees rush down to the ring and slide in dragging Storms body out of the ring and backstage. Security guards follow, restraining both Doe and Aodhan and ushering them out of the ring as the crowd roars!]

DT: GOOD GOD!!! FROM COAST TO COAST - A VAN TERMINATOR BY JOHN DOE TO BRYAN STORMS!!!

CROWD: Doe! Doe! Doe! Doe! Doe!

MT: (crying)

[CUE UP: “Healing to Suffer Again” By Hatebreed, as Doe and Lorigan celebrate in the ring. Doe and Lorigan go backstage]



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DT: The issue between John Doe and Bryan Storms continues to escalate, as Doe has thrown down the gauntlet to the New Icon!

MN: This isn't happening. Wake me up. This is a bad nightmare. Only in a nightmare can an awesome guy like Storms get punked out by a dwarf like Doe.

DT: I assure, you, Mike. You're awake.

MN: I know, and that's what scares me. I hope Storms kicks that little gnome's ass at Unleashed, man. I'm gonna take great pleasure in watching Doe squirm and scream "I Quit".

DT: We'll just have to see. We've got to take a break folks, but when we come back, the Black Thunder will be in action against Golem and X-Ecutioner! Don't go away!

[Cut to a commercial for Maize Midget brand creamed corn.]
 

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Re: Aggression 8 - Huntsville, AL - 5/14/06

[Backstage: The staff entrance at the back of the building opens and stepping into the confines of the Von Braun Civic Center is none other than everyones favorite bastard child of society, Tyrone Walker. Cruising through the people that move from place to place, Walker pays no attention to any of them as he heads somewhere...]
"Walker."

[His eyebrow cocking as he slows to a stop in mid-stride and turns on his heel to come face to chest with the barrel-chested owner of the company, Dan Ryan, the Egobuster, you may have heard of him.]

WALKER: Eh...

[Noticably, Walker tilts his head up to look him eye to eye.]

RYAN: You're late...again."

WALKER Your point?"

RYAN: (glaring hard) Let's back up here for a minute kid..."

[Walker smirks at that remark, but doesn't say anything in retort.]

RYAN: ...you may have gotten away with raising all sorts of hell in the minor leagues, but this is Empire Pro Wrestling, more importantly, it's MY company and whether you like it or not you work for this company and you WILL do as you are told.

[Walker just smirks more an audible 'heh' is heard.]

RYAN: That includes showing up on time and doing your promo work when it's demanded of you. As for tonight, all you need to do is give the audience a good show. Go out there, wow them with your spot monkey flippy flops and Beast will handle the rest. I'm sure even you can manage that much.

[Without another word, Dan Ryan blows right past Walker, leaving him there where he stands. Walker turns to watch Ryan walking away and an evil grin of mischief spreads across his face.]

WALKER: Heh, I'll give you a show...

[Cut back to ringside.]



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DT: I don't understand what Tyrone Walker's problem is. Why exactly is he so disgruntled?

MN: Who cares? He's cool. He's got Jedi powers. Don't mess with him, or he'll blaster-whip you faster than you can say Darth Vader!

DT: More like Han Solo.

MN: Huh?

DT: Darth Vader doesn't carry a blaster. Han Solo does.

MN: I wouldn't know, Burgerman. I'm not a DORK like you. I bet you like Mr. Spock, too.

DT: Shut up! The original Star Trek is a great show.

MN: If you like William Shatner. But... Dave you must... use... the Force. The Prime Di... rective is... that... Mike Neely is cooler than... Dave... Thomas.

DT: There are days when I hate you.

MN: Why how... could you say... such a thing to... me?

DT: Easily. In any case, folks, this next match features two of the hottest teams in Empire Pro Wrestling in a qualifying match, as the Black Thunder-

MN: BOO! HISS!

DT: - battle the tandem of Golem and X-Ecutioner.

MN: Gyeeeeh!

DT: What?

MN: Those guys are weirdos, and I have to actually root for them, because they're facing John Doe!

DT: Well, I suppose it's the lesser of two evils. Take it away, Fat Tony!



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Tag-Team Qualifier
The Black Thunder vs. Golem & X-Ecutioner

TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, and is a qualifying match for the tag team title three-way at UNLEASHED!!!

[The fans cheer at the mention of the PPV, as “In The Wake of Poseidon” blares through the speakers. Aodhan Lorigan steps through the curtain, standing at the top of the ramp, as pyrotechnics fire all around him. The fans cheer, as “(SiC)” by Slipknot fades up to replace “In The Wake of Poseidon”, and John Doe steps out as blue pyro fires from the side of the stage. Both men walk to the ring calmly, playing to the fans]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty two pounds, the team of Aodhan “Fist of Poseidon” Lorigan and John Doe, THE BLAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKK.......THUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! !

DT: Rather an odd pairing, these two having fought last week in an impressive outing which Lorigan won with some unwanted help from Storms of the Second Coming.

[The arena darkens slightly as the hunched creature known as Golem scrambles to the top of the ramp. He holds his claw close to his chest and looks warily at the crowd. At his entrance, they begin to hail him with garbage. Suddenly, "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails blares, and X-Ecutioner strides from the back room. He and Golem move toward the ring collectively. Golem crawls onto the mat as X-Ecutioner makes his way up the steps, one by one. He hops over the top rope effortlessly, and his huge frame shudders the ring's foundation. Both men stand eyeing the Black Thunder, all four men coming together in a stare down in the middle of the ring]

TONY FATORA: And their opponents, weighing in at a total combined weight of five hundred and twenty-three pounds, the team of GOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLEEEEMMMMMMM and the X-EEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCCCUUUUUTTTTTTTIIIIIOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNERRRRR!!!!!!!!

MN: They picked up a win last week thanks to Doe, but will they be so lucky this time?

[The referee steps between the two teams, forcing them back to their corners. Golem and Lorigan step to the outside, as Doe and X-Ecutioner circle each other whilst the ref calls for the bell to start the match]

DT: And the match is underway, as Doe and X-Ecutioner lock up... and they break again, neither man able to force the other back.

MN: There’s a lot at stake in this match; none of these four men have held gold here in Empire Pro, so not one of them will want to make a mistake.

[They lock up again, this time Doe stepping through, tripping X-Ecutioner and dropping an elbow on the larger man. X-Ecutioner gets up quickly, but Doe catches him square with a dropkick, before running the ropes and taking the big man down again, this time with a flying forearm. Doe grabs the head of X-Ecutioner, trying to twist his neck, but the larger man makes it to his feet, freeing himself with some hard shots to the gut. He whips Doe into the ropes, catching him with a clothesline on the rebound, before picking him up and slamming him down. Doe manages to use his legs to push X-Ecutioner back, and both men rise, coming together in the centre of the ring, standing nose to nose]

DT: Nice offence here from both these two, as their partners look on. Doe now with a knee to the gut, doubling X-Ecutioner over, as he clubs him on the back. Tag is made to Lorigan, who just HAMMERS the big man with a kick to the head.

MN: Wow!! That kick sent him all the way to his own corner. He makes the tag, and it’s Lorigan and Golem now in the ring.

DT: Lorigan’s got to be careful of that claw on Golem.

[Golem comes charging at Lorigan, who connects with a drop toe hold, and a standing arm drag, before ducking a running clothesline attempt from Golem. Incensed, Golem rolls to the outside, where he and X-Ecutioner exchange a few words as he regains his focus. The ref starts the ten count, but only makes it to three, as Golem slides back under the bottom rope. The two men now come together, about to lock up... until Golem hits a swift knee to the gut, followed by a clothesline. As Lorigan gets to his feet, Golem takes him down hard with a snap mare, and then runs the ropes, coming past Lorigan on the rebound, only to perform a small somersault neckbreaker on the return. He floats over for the cover]

DT: One... quick kick out there by Lorigan, as Golem places a knee in the back and starts wrenching back on the arms, as Golem now looks to have regained his composure and is taking it to Lorigan.

MN: So long as Lorigan can avoid that claw, he should be OK. Reminds me of that Jarod Poe guy; you know, the one with the steel talons?

DT: Nasty piece of work, but Golem looks far nastier. Aodhan looks in trouble... nice agility to break the hold there, as he gets to his feet and charges in, but gets taken down hard with that shoulder tackle. Golem off the ropes, over Lorigan... X-Ecutioner with a thunderous blow from behind to Lorigan.

MN: Isn’t that illegal?

DT: The ref’s saying there was a blind tag made. Golem goes to the outside, as X-Ecutioner takes over.

[X-Ecutioner picks the smaller man up, lifting him high into a vertical suplex, and, as if in slow motion, falls back, driving Lorigan down to the mat. Methodically, he lifts Lorigan into a seated position, delivering a swift stomp to the base of his neck. He picks the man from Turkey up onto his shoulder, charging into the corner, driving Lorigan’s spine into the padding as Aodhan screams in pain. X-Ecutioner positions him into a tree of woe, then takes a step back, kicking him in the face. He tags in Golem, before kicking Lorigan once more in the gut]

DT: Nice continuity here from these two, as Golem runs in... NO!! Golem missed the baseball slide and slid right into the ring post as Lorigan somehow finds the strength in his abs to do a vertical sit up out of the way. Golem slowly to his feet...

MN: And Lorigan flies, taking the weird one down with a missile drop kick.

[Aodhan drags Golem over to his corner, stomping away in the corner as he tags in Doe. Doe whips Golem to the ropes, lifting him into the air as Aodhan comes off the opposite ropes with a forearm to Golems face. The ref forces Lorigan to the outside, as Doe waits for Golem to get to his feet. He plants the clawed man with a crisp DDT, and grabbing hold of both of Golems arms. He then places his feet on the felled mans shoulders, sitting back, pulling on his opponents arms as he straightens his legs for added pressure]

DT: Interesting move here from Doe, locking in a submission move I haven’t seen in a while, the double arm stretch.

MN: Doesn’t look all that effective if you ask me.

DT: I take it you never watched wrestling in the seventies?

MN: I was too busy for that, Wendy’s man

DT: Either way, Golem is struggling to find a way out of this....and X-Ecutioner breaks the hold up with a kick to the head of Doe. The refs admonishing him, as Doe goes over and tags in Lorigan.

[Off the tag, Lorigan twists Golem’s arm, driving the elbow into his shoulder. Golem, showing the pain in his expression, backs Lorigan into a neutral corner, forcing the break. As he looks to be backing away, he drives a back elbow into Lorigan, who cringes away, before retaliating with a chop out of the corner. Lorigan and Golem trade lefts and rights, Lorigan finally overcoming his adversary with a discus punch, before tagging Doe back in. Doe moves in, but is met with a single leg take down from Golem. Both men quickly get to their feet, but Golem manages to spear Doe, dragging him over to the X-Ecutioner in the corner. He lays in a couple of hard shoulders in the corner, as the ref orders him to let Doe out of the corner. Golem steps back, arguing with the ref, as X-Ecutioner applies a sleeper from behind the ropes, pulling Doe back. Lorigan, not wanting the other team to get the upper hand, tries to get into the ring, but the ref stops him, as Golem delivers some right hands to the gut of Doe. As the ref turns, X-Ecutioner releases the hold, before tagging himself into the match]

DT: Nice, if illegal, teamwork there from Golem and X-Ecutioner, as they used the ref to their advantage to double team Doe.

MN: X-Ecutioner sends Doe off the ropes now... HUUUUGE powerslam from the biggest man in the match. Man, both teams are pretty even here, it’s gonna be a miracle for one to pick up the W.

[X-Ecutioner, looking to press the advantage, whips Doe into the corner, following him in with a hard clothesline. He lifts the smallest man in the match onto his shoulder, dropping him down with a snake eyes, before whipping him in hard to the opposite corner. Doe bounces sternum first out of the corner, landing almost in the centre of the ring, as X-Ecutioner tags Golem back in, holding Doe up by the hair as Golem slaps him right across the face]

DT: Doe’s in trouble here, as Golem and X-Ecutioner look to move into the three-way at Unleashed with their quick tags. Golem with a jawbreaker, following up now with a clothesline...NO!! Doe ducks underneath it, launching into a flurry of lefts and rights...

MN: And Golem shuts down his flurry just as quick with that knee. See?

DT: See what?

MN: Doe won’t stand a chance at Unleashed the way he’s getting pummelled. My man Storms’ll eat him alive.

DT: I didn’t know you owned Storms.

MN: ... You know what I mean.

DT: With you sometimes it’s hard to tell.

[Golem connects with three hard head butts, before turning Doe around, locking both his arms and DRILLING him with a tiger suplex. Doe drops almost lifelessly to the mat, as Golem makes another tag, sliding to the outside and standing on the apron as X-Ecutioner moves to the top rope. He waits for Doe to stand, launching himself from the top strand]

DT: Looks like a missi-NO!! Doe manages to sidestep the missile drop kick. Doe measuring X-Ecutioner here, charging in with the clothesline. Doe can feel it, as he charges in again, a high knee to the face taking down X-Ecutioner as Golem comes into the ring, and Doe meets him with a dropkick. The ref’s forcing some order here, pushing Golem back to his corner, as Doe now turns around... BIIIIG boot there from X-Ecutioner.

[X-Ecutioner drops onto Doe, but can only get a two count. Annoyed, he picks Doe up, slamming him hard and following down for the cover, and another two count. He goes for another slam, but Doe slips out, finally making the tag to Lorigan, who comes in over the top rope with a vicious flying clothesline. He backs X-Ecutioner into the ropes, whipping him off and catching him on the rebound with a flying clothesline take down]

DT: And Black Thunder are right back in this thing, with Lorigan, fresh from being on the outside so long, really taking it to X-Ecutioner. Right hands here from Lorigan, and a firemans lift... AIRPLANE SPIN!!!!

MN: Golem’s coming in... Nice throw there by Lorigan to club Golem with his own partner!!

[Doe comes back into the ring, attacking Golem with hard punches, backing him into a corner as Lorigan whips X-Ecutioner into the opposing corner. Both Lorigan and Doe look to each other, whipping their respective opponents into the centre of the ring, where they collide at pace. Doe then vaults onto the top rope, flying into Golem with a moonsault, as the ref quickly tries to restore order. Lorigan throws the larger X-Ecutioner into the ropes with a belly to belly suplex, before making the tag to Doe, who returns legally with a somersault knee drop onto the back of X-Ecutioner’s left knee]

DT: Doe now working on the knee, driving his own knee in. He locks in a leg lock, but the ref’s already calling for the break as X-Ecutioner’s already in the ropes. Doe backs off, tagging in Lorigan... Golem comes in and takes down BOTH men with stereo clotheslines!!!

MN: Man, sweet. What tunes you think he’s got on that baby?

DT: Shut up, shut up, shut up!!!

[The ref yells at Golem, who runs back to his corner, dragging his partner part of the way. X-Ecutioner makes the tag, , holding his knee, as Golem charges Lorigan, only to be taken down with a drop toe hold, as Lorigan applies an ankle lock. Golem yells out in pain, struggling to keep from tapping out as Lorigan twists and turns his ankle]

DT: Golem looks in pain from that trip to the ring post earlier, and that mistake could cost his team a shot at the tag team gold at Unleashed... he’s fighting it...

MN: Well, if Doe’s team wins, he’ll have two matches in one night, so it’s not all doom and gloom; Storms can crush him twice the same night!!

DT: Regardless, this match isn’t over... Golem clawing his way to the ropes...HE MAKES IT!!

MN: I hope that was pun unintended. You know only I may make puns on this show.

DT: I’m not going to respond, as the ref gets to four before Lorigan releases the hold. Lorigan tagging in Doe, as they look for a double team here, whipping Golem off the ropes... he ducks the clotheslines, turns Doe... THE CLAW!! That dreaded submission hold in the centre of the ring... No, Aodhan Lorigan breaks the hold before it can be locked in fully. Doe and Lorigan are stomping away on Golem, as X-Ecutioner comes in now, attacking Lorigan from behind. He whips Lorigan to the ropes as Doe stomps away on Golem.

[As Lorigan rebounds, X-Ecutioner manages to knock him back into the ropes with a shoulder block, crumbling a little from the damage done minutes ago to his knee. He charges in, taking both himself and Lorigan to the outside with a clothesline, as Doe drags Golem to his feet. He whips him off to the ropes, running to the opposite ropes]

DT: Doe looking for the Amnesia Attack... NO!!! GOLEM DUCKED IT!! Doe turns round... THE CLAW!!! CLAW!! CLAW!!!! That overgrown fingernail tearing at the inside of Does mouth, as Lorigan and X-Ecutioner fight on the outside.

MN: Lorigan whipping into the barricade, as the ref checks on Doe...can you see the blood trickling from the side of his mouth?!?!

DT: Doe’s trying to fight it.... HE TAPS OUT!!! John Doe taps out to The Claw, and Golem and X-Ecutioner qualify for the tag title match at Unleashed!!!!

[SFX: *ding ding ding ding*]

TONY FAROTA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match by submission, GOOOOOOOLLLLLEEEMMMMMMM and X-ECCCCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTIIIIIIIOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!

[The bell rings again, as the ref tries to pull Golem off of Doe. X-Ecutioner comes in, shouting something at Golem, who finally releases the hold, leaving Doe bleeding in the centre of the ring, as Aodhan Lorigan slides in, holding his back, to check on his partner]



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DT: Well, folks, that was one helluva close match, but just like that, Golem manages to pull out the victory with that Claw finisher of his.

MN: Aww, and I wanted to see Doe pummelled twice by Storms in one night.

DT: Regardless of what you wanted to see, Mike, Golem and X-Ecutioner move on to Unleashed to challenge for the tag team titles, and on tonight’s evidence, I’d say they had a good chance of it.

MN: They're freaks, but man - I would NOT want that Claw in MY face. How does he even get away with having that thing?

DT: It's supposedly part of his body.

MN: Yeegh! That's freaky.

DT: We've got to take a quick break, but when we come back, the final tag-team qualifier! Don't touch that dial!

MN: Or I'll get ya!

[Cut to a commercial for L33t-Aid fruit drinks.]
 

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Re: Aggression 8 - Huntsville, AL - 5/14/06

DT: Welcome back to the show, everyone - hold on, what's happening over there?
[Cut to ringside. The women's rights activists have pushed their way into the front few rows and are waving their signs in the air, chanting loudly.]

WOMEN: What do we want! No more degradation of women! When do we want it! Now! What do we want! No more degradation of women! When do we want it! Now!

DT: It seems there's a disturbance in the front row!

MN: That's those women's rights activists, isn't it? They keep showing up here to protest what Sands did to Lindsay Troy a couple shows ago, don't they?

DT: I think so. Folks, if you haven't heard, the Washington Housewives' Organization for Rights and Equality has been protesting outside EPW's head office in Pittsburgh and at many of our events, apparently very upset over the actions of Christian Sands towards Lindsay Troy!

MN: Aw, they all want him too.

DT: Quiet, you. We were all upset over what happened. Lindsay Troy deserves to be treated better than that - but she paid him back for it! I don't understand why they continue to protest!

MN: Because they're desperate to get laid?

DT: (laughing) I thought they were married.

MN: That's pretty scary that anyone would want those old hags-

[Cue up: "Sharp Dressed Man" - ZZ Top. The crowd's attention is drawn towards the ramp. After a moment, a figure in a white silk suit and top hat prances out from behind the curtain. It's "The Show Stealer" Dean Matthews. He poses with his cane held in the air, cuing a thunderous explosion of gold pyro, then makes his way to the ring.]

DT: Wait a minute! That's Dean Matthews! We haven't seen him on EPW television since Tyrone Walker superkicked him several Aggressions ago!

MN: Strong Dean repreSENT, yo!

[As Matthews rolls into the ring, the women's rights activists continue to chant their slogan. Matthews smirks, then grabs a mic from Tony Fatora.]

MATTHEWS: Cut the music.

[The music cuts. The women's chanting continues.]

MATTHEWS: Ladies, ladies, ladies. Listen, ladies. I know you're upset. I know you've got your panties in a bunch over the Lindsay Troy thing. But you know what? Protest outside, would ya please? So we don't have to look at your beehive haircuts, and your mumus, and your grotesque lipstick, and your fat asses.

[The crowd cheers at that. The women's rights activists look outraged.]

MATTHEWS: Seriously! How ignorant can you be?! Are you not even aware that the acronym for your organization spells WHORE?

[One of the women shouts something at Matthews.]

MATTHEWS: Don't flap your mouth at me, missy, or I'll come over there and fill it with a little somethin' hot. Get my drift?

[The crowd laughs raucously at that. The woman blushes, outraged, but can't seem to work up a retort.]

MATTHEWS: Seriously, people. Are you gonna sit here and let these BIG FAT SOCCER MOMS try to run down this fed? We don't even hate women! We love women! We love 'em a lot! That's why I'm out here, actually. I'm here to introduce all of you to the newest members of the Empire Pro family.

[He gestures with his cane to the four blanket-covered columns mounted next to the stage, two on either side.]

MATTHEWS: Alright, Huntsville! Get on your feet... GIVE IT UP FOR... THE SEXY EMPIRE GIIIIIRLS!!!

[Cue up: "Milkshake" - Kelis. The blankets fall away from the columns, revealing four round "cages" made of glowing neon light tubes, shining pink and blue and green. Each cage is mounted on top of a metal pedestal. Inside each cage is a suggestively-clad, ridiculously hot young woman, dancing away. Cut to the WHORE activists, all of whom look furious. Cut back to Matthews, who is strolling up the ramp towards the cages.]

MATTHEWS: Sure, Empire Pro Wrestling is awesome, but our shows have been missing something - T n' A. No, not Total Nonstop Action, 'cause we've got plenty of that. I'M TALKIN' T(bomb)S!!! AND!!! ASS!!!

[HUGE pop from the men in the audience. Matthews grabs onto one of the cages on the left side, hanging from it with one hand on the neon bars and another on the base. Inside the cage is a curvaceous, long-legged, curly-haired blonde woman wearing thigh-high black boots, a pink bikini top, and cutoff jean shorts. She's sucking a lollipop as she dances, blue eyes twinkling mischievously.]

MATTHEWS: Here's the first of our lovely Empire Girls! I KNOW for a fact that every man in this audience wishes they were that lollipop, because right now I'm wishing it too! Whoo mama! Give it up for the lovely Candy!

[The men all pop as Candy licks the lollipop slowly, running the tip of her tongue across it suggestively. Matthews hops down from Candy's cage and jumps onto the base of the second cage, seating himself on it. Inside is a dark-haired vixen, busty, leggy, and with an angelic face. She wears soft white lingerie and stockings, leaving most of her legs completely visible.]

MATTHEWS: Some of you who remember MCW remember this little charmer. Back then she was doing interviews, but to hell with that - we all tuned in to look at her, not to listen! Let's hear it for the beautiful Tiffany!

[Another big pop from the dudes as Tiffany offers a charming little smile, almost blushing. Matthews leans into the cage and pecks her on the cheek before hopping off the cell, strolling across the ramp to climb onto the base of the first cage on the right. Inside is a curvy Japanese girl in a schoolgirl's outfit.]

MATTHEWS: Now I just a-DORE this little girl! She didn't have to kill Bill - he died of a heart attack the minute he saw her dancing! Trust me, guys - she'll slay ya! Gimme a round of applause for the ever-so-cute Miyoko!

[Yet another pop from Huntsville's contigent of horny males. With a big leap, Matthews springs to the last cage, clinging to the glowing bars like a monkey. The girl inside the cage is slim and tan, sporting a mane of wild fire-red hair that falls across her face. She wears a red bikini top and matching booty shorts as well as stiff red boots.]

MATTHEWS: And last but certainly not least is my personal favorite! Trust me, guys, that hair color is all-natural - and believe me, I've checked where it counts! Make some noise for my baby Ruby!

[The men in the audience pop for the gratuitous T&A like Pavlov's dog responding to a ringing bell. Matthews hops down from the cage and moves to the top of the ramp, pointing out at the women's rights activists.]

MATTHEWS: Now how 'bout that, ladies? I told ya! We don't hate women! We love 'em! And if you don't like it, you know where you can stick it! If you really hate EPW that much, change the channel and watch the Home Shopping Network, you dumb broads! Take your kids to a soccer game! But be sure to have 'em home by nine, 'cause they don't wanna miss Aggression. Know why? 'Cause WE BRING THE ENTERTAINMENT!!! We've got something for everyone! Great wrestling! Cool characters! Blood rivalries! And now hot women! Now sit back, relax, loosen your extra-tight WHORE activist sphincters, and ENJOY THE SHOW!

[Cue up: "Sharp Dressed Man" - ZZ Top as Matthews heads to the back, leaving the Empire Girls to dance away.]



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DT: Certainly an interesting announcement from Dean Matthews, as it seems we're welcoming Empire Girls Candy, Tiffany, Ruby, and Miyoko to the family!

MN: Matthews is the MASTER OF AWESOMENESS. Look at these babes! I need new undies!

DT: ... That's sick.

MN: Why? My old ones have a hole in the butt.

DT: I don't want to know.

MN: It's from-

DT: -Folks, it's time for our final tag-team qualifying match, and it's gonna be a doozy!

MN: Is it ever, man!

DT: One team in this match, the Monsta Boyz, have been together for two years and are already four-time tag-team champions, recognized as one of the best tag teams in the world. The other team is more recently established, consisting of Cameron Cruise and a very unlikely ally who's been going strong for over fifteen years now - one of the biggest legends in wrestling history, Joey Melton!

MN: Heeeell yeah! It's been over fifteen years, but this guy's still awesome! I still can't believe it! JOEY F'N MELTON!

DT: I was shocked when I first heard it, too! The relationship between Cruise and Melton is unusual, but it seems as if Melton is here to help Cruise rise to new heights.

MN: But can they do it against the Monsta Boyz?

DT: Let's find out!



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Tag-Team Qualifier
The Monsta Boyz vs. Cameron Cruise & Joey Melton

TONY FATORA: Th' following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall! The winners will advance to the triple-threat tag-team title match at Unleashed!

[As the first 12 seconds of "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie cue up, the arena goes dark and the EmpireTron lights up with an image of the Monsta Boyz, both in heavy shadow, standing against a flickering red backdrop. The crowd, meanwhile, goes bonkers, cheering and screaming wildly. As the heavy riffs cue in, the lights flare into flashing blue and green as Buff Bellows and Fat Farrell stride down the ramp at a moderate pace, stepping over the ropes into the ring. Each man hops onto the apron and mounts a turnbuckle, saluting the fans with flexing and such.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first... They hail from Monsta Country... They weigh in at a grand total of WELL OVER EIGHT HUNDRED pounds... Buff Bellows... Fat Farrell... They arrrre THEEEEEEEEEE MONSTAAAAAAAAAAAA BOOOOOOOOOOOOOYZ!!!

[Cue up: "Headstrong" - Trapt. Cameron Cruise emerges at the head of the ramp with Mercedes Devon in tow, stopping to await his partner.]

TONY FATORA: And their opponents! Introducing first... He hails from Jacksonville, North Carolina... He weighs two hundred and forty-nine pounds... He issss CAMEROOOOOOOOOONNNNNN... CRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUISE!!!

[Cue up: "All The Things She Said" - Tatu. Recognizing the music, the crowd goes completely ape****. They go even more ape**** as Joey Melton emerges at the head of the ramp. One of the Empire Girls - Ruby - leans out of her cage and winks at Melton. He flashes a grin at her. Melton and Cruise strategize momentarily, then stride to the ring, surrounded by the deafening roar of the crowd. Melton stops Cruise, however, and points back to the Empire Girls with a huge grin on his face. Cruise rolls his eyes and turns, looking at the girls briefly before turning to slide into the ring, all business. Melton eyes the girls for a moment longer, then looks towards Cruise, mouthing the words 'She wants me'. However, Cruise is already in the ring. Melton sighs, shrugs, and follows Cruise.]

TONY FATORA: And his partner! He hails from New York, New York! He weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds and is a wrestling legend in his own right! THISSSS... ISSSSS... JOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY... MEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLTOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

DT: Listen to this crowd! The show of respect for the legend Melton is enormous!

MN: Melton ROCKS! It's that simple!

[Buff Bellows and Cameron Cruise start the match. Cruise darts in for a tie-up, but Bellows casually slugs him down with meaty right hands. As Cruise rolls to his feet, Buff boots him in the gut, then wheels him into the ropes with a hard Irish whip, turning him inside-out with a clothesline on the rebound.]

DT: What a huge clothesline from Buff Bellows! You have to believe that the size advantage is going to cause Cruise and Melton some problems, as Buff has a hundred-pound weight advantage over both his opponents - and Farrell a two-hundred pound advantage!

MN: Farrell's such a fatty. I bet you've been feeding him Biggie fries.

[As Cruise comes to his feet, Buff runs the ropes and catches the smaller man in the mouth with a big boot, sending him flying across the ring. A tag is made to Fat Farrell, who steps through the ropes and body slams Cruise with authority.]

DT: Big body slam by the four hundred and fifty pounder!

MN: It's a miracle the ring isn't collapsing.

DT: Well, Fat Farrell certainly is a heavyweight in every sense of the word.

[Grabbing Cruise by the arm, Farrell whips him into the ropes and goes for a back body drop on the rebound. However, he telegraphs it, and Cruise scores with a kick to the face of the fat man. As Farrell stumbles, Cruise grabs him by the neck and hits a crisp neckbreaker. Darting to his corner, Cruise makes the tag to Melton.]

DT: And there's the tag, and here comes the legend!

[Farrell wobbles to his feet, and Melton immediately stuns him with a kick to the gut. Dropping to the mat, Melton takes him down with a chop-block to the leg and boosts in, driving a few right hands into the fat man's face. Farrell manages to push Melton off, but as the fat man rolls to one knee, Melton hits the ropes and knocks him down again with a low dropkick to Farrell's head.]

DT: Big dropkick there from Joey Melton, as he's got Fat Farrell reeling here! You can definitely see the experience coming into play, Mike. Melton's the smallest man in the match, but he knows exactly how to keep a big man off-balance.

MN: I want to have his babies.

DT: ...Never speak of that again.

[Pulling Farrell to his feet, Melton catches him across the chest with a stiff knife-edged chop. A few more chops ensue, pushing Farrell into a corner. Chopping a few more times, Melton grabs his opponent's head and barrels out of the corner with a bulldog!]

DT: Textbook bulldog there by the veteran Melton, and there's the cover - One - TWO - Kickout by Farrell!

MN: IT LIVES!

[Undaunted, Melton drags Farrell off the mat and kicks him hard in the gut, following with a second kick just in case the first one didn't penetrate Farrell's ample girth. He sets the fat man up in a front face lock and pulls him into his corner, where he tags Cameron Cruise. The two men set Farrell up and heave him off the canvas with some effort, delivering a double suplex that shakes the canvas!]

DT: Tag to Cruise - OH! DOUBLE SUPLEX TO THE FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUND FAT FARRELL!!!

MN: WHOA MAMA!

DT: There's the cover! One!

TWO!

NO, Farrell JUST kicked out!

MN: Close one.

[Cruise grabs a handful of Farrell's Hawaiian shirt and pulls him to his feet, keeping him off-balance with a few quick punches that back the big man into a corner. He goes for the Irish whip, but Farrell won't budge. Cruise tries again, but Farrell reverses him and sends him into the corner. Grunting, Farrell goes for a charge, only to eat boot as Cruise gets a leg up.]

DT: Shift in the momentum - No, Farrell hits a boot from Cruise!

MN: He's probably tasting Dr. Scholl's right now!

[As Farrell stumbles out of the corner, Cruise hops up onto the second rope and comes off to deliver an axehandle. However, he gets caught by Farrell in a waistlock and hurled across the ring with a huge belly-to-belly suplex!]

DT: Oh, huge overhead belly-to-belly by the biggest man in the match!

MN: AIR CRUISE!

[Farrell waddles to his corner and makes the tag to Buff Bellows. The ridiculously muscular man steps into the ring and slugs Cruise roughly, then picks him up and whips him into the ropes. As Cruise rebounds, Buff catches him, pivots, and drills him with a monster spinebuster!]

DT: What a spinebuster from Buff Bellows! The cover!

One -

TWO -

Kickout by Cruise!

MN: I'm surprised Cruise's spine didn't snap in half!

[Grabbing Cruise by the leg, Buff drags the limp man to his feet and holds him upside-down off the canvas. He then throws on a waistlock and spikes Cruise into the mat with a huge piledriver!]

DT: Piledriver to Cruise! Cover!

One!

TWO!

...NO! Two point nine!

MN: Poor little Cruisey. He's getting completely manhandled.

[Bellows grabs Cruise and pushes him back into Farrell's corner. A tag is made. Buff whips Cruise into a corner and delivers a running body splash. He then whips Cruise across the ring, allowing Farrell to charge and sandwich the smaller man with a running butt splash!]

DT: OOH! Cruise gets FLATTENED by the onrush of the four hundred and sixty-five pounder!

MN: More specifically, his BIG FAT ASS.

DT: That thing's a weapon!

[Stunned, Cruise lies limp in the corner. Farrell pounds on him with hard right hands, forcing Cruise to a sitting position. He then proceeds to stomp a mudhole in Cruise. After a few stomps Farrell backs off and sets himself up, waiting for Cruise to rise. He then charges in for another running butt splash. Cruise sidesteps, and Farrell's butt gets stuck between the bottom two turnbuckles, allowing Cruise to bring him out of the corner with a hard DDT!]

DT: Huge DDT by Cruise! Both he and Farrell are now down!

MN: The momentum is shifting!

DT: Cruise crawling to his corner! Farrell crawling to his!

MN: Listen to this CROWD, man!

DT: These people can feel the electricity as Cruise reaches for Melton's hand! Almost there... Almost there... YES!!! MELTON IS IN!!!

[Tags are made in both corners. The crowd erupts as Melton rushes in and stuns Buff Bellows with a running clothesline, then ducks behind to take the huge man down with a neckbreaker. Farrell tries for the save, but Melton ducks the big boot and hits a superkick to take Farrell out. Bellows again comes to his feet, and Melton DDTs him.]

DT: Joey Melton is a house afire! Neckbreaker for Bellows! Superkick for Farrell! DDT for Bellows!

MN: HE'S ON FIIIIIIIRE!

[As Buff recovers, Melton chops him a few times, then staggers him with a jawbreaker. He tries for the Irish whip, but gets reversed. Rebounding, Melton tries for a Thesz press, but Buff catches him and brings him over with a HUGE powerslam!]

DT: OH! BIG powerslam on Melton! Buff with the cover!

One!

TWO!

CRUISE BREAKS IT UP!

[Indeed, Cruise breaks up the pin with an elbow drop onto Buff. However, Farrell recovers and grabs Cruise by the leg, pulling him off the pile. Cruise spins and cracks Farrell on the side of the head with a hard enziguri, knocking him down!]

DT: HUGE enziguri by Cruise! The official's beginning to lose control of the match!

[Cruise quickly whirls to confront Bellows; however, the big man winds up and clocks Cruise in the face with a huge uppercut!]

DT: BUFFERCUT! Down goes Cruise!

MN: BOOM!

[With a grunt, Buff picks Cruise up and presses him over his head. However, that doesn't last long, as Melton recovers and hits the ropes, taking out Buff's leg with a kick. Bellows goes down hard, with Cruise dropping onto him!]

DT: Cruise in a pinning position - but he's not legal!

MN: Melton and Bellows are!

[Pulling Cruise roughly off of Buff, Farrell reenters the fray. He and Cruise exchange punches before Cruise clotheslines Farrell to the outside, following him out. Meanwhile, Melton and Bellows are recovering inside the ring.]

DT: Cruise and Farrell on the outside, as the legal men are still in the ring!

[Both men come to their feet. Melton shoots in for a takedown, but Buff kicks him in the gut. He slugs Melton a few more times, then stuffs him into a standing headscissors, signaling to the roaring crowd.]

DT: Uh-oh! It could be time for the Bellow Bomb!

[Bellows quickly pulls Melton up onto his shoulders. However, the wily Melton slips out and drops to his feet in front of Bellows, immediately ducking and scoring with a double-leg takedown. He stomps on Bellows' knee a few times, then signals to the crowd and applies his signature maneuver - the figure-four leg lock!]

DT: FIGURE-FOUR!!!

MN: YES!!!

DT: MELTON WITH THE FIGURE-FOUR APPLIED!!! Anyone who knows Melton knows he's a master of this particular hold!

MN: It's so over!

DT: Bellows is fighting it... Trying to turn it over...

MN: Almost there...

DT: WAIT!!! HE'S TAPPING!!! BUFF BELLOWS TAPS OUT!!! IT'S OVER!!! MELTON AND CRUISE WIN IT!!!

MN: YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!

[SFX: *DING*]

TONY FATORA: Here are your winners... Cameron Cruuuuuuise and JOOOOOOEEEEEEEYYYY... MEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLTOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!



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DT: What a match for Cruise and Melton, as they advance to the tag-team title playoffs and become the first team to ever make the Monsta Boyz submit!

MN: My MAN! I knew Melton'd do it!

DT: Melton definitely seems to be in top form. It should be interesting to see how he and Cruise fare at Unleashed against Blitz and the team of Golem and X-Ecutioner.

MN: The Freaks and the Geeks. Heehee.

DT: We've got to go to a commercial, but when we come back, it's Troy Douglas and Adam Benjamin! That's next!

[Cut to a commercial for the Downunder Steakhouse.]
 

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Re: Aggression 8 - Huntsville, AL - 5/14/06

[Cut to the backstage area. A cameraman follows a huge figure walking down the hall. The crowd pops as they recognize Beast. The behemoth makes his way down the corridor and stops in front of a door, knocking.]

???: Come in.

[Beast pushes through the door, closing it behind him. The cameraman zooms in on the plaque on the door.]

[P. FREEMAN]



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[Cut back to the main bowl. The camera roves through the crowd, cutting to a few shots of the Empire Girls dancing before cutting to Thomas and Neely.]

DT: Looks like Beast has some business with our general manager tonight!

MN: He's gonna make him feel the RAAHR, isn't he?

DT: You never know.

MN: Except when you know.

DT: In any case, we've got another match for you tonight, one that was scheduled after a completely unprovoked debut attack! Last week Karl Brown was laid out by the rookie named X, but this week the Dragon looks to gain some revenge!

MN: Who the hell is X, anyway? Isn't he one of the X-Men?

DT: He's actually one of our newest roster members, and he's making his debut against some tall odds in Karl Brown. Let's head to the ring! Tony?



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Karl "The Dragon" Brown vs. X

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest-

[Cue up: "Zero" - Smashing Pumpkins. The crowd pops loudly as Dan Ryan walks out onto the ramp and into the ring, holding a large sack.]

RYAN: Hold on a second here. I've had my eye on both X and Karl Brown all week, and I noticed that Karl Brown's got his heart set on tackling X in any gimmick match I can think up. Well, since you've left it to my imagination, Karl...

[Ryan reaches into the sack and pulls out a length of steel chain.]

RYAN: ...I've decided to give you something interesting. We're gonna have ourselves a little chain match tonight. No disqualifications, no count-outs, falls count anywhere, all weapons are legal. Now let's get this thing started.

[Handing the chain to the official, Ryan heads to the back as the crowd roars!]



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Chain Match, Falls Count Anywhere
Karl "The Dragon" Brown vs. X

DT: Oh dear! It's a chain match!

MN: Yeahhhh! BLOOD!

[The arena is bathed in darkness seconds before "Rainmaker" blares out, causing a cascade of green and white lights to flicker across the arena in time to the music and pyro to explode from the side of the stage. With the first words, Karl steps through the curtains with a steel chair in hand, looking around at the crowd. He high-fives fans either side of the aisle, stopping for autographs along the way, as he walks to the ring. Circles the ring once, then vaults over the top rope, standing on the second rope, arms aloft, saluting the fans on each side of the ring, before waiting in the centre of the ring for his opponent.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first... He hails from Nottingham, England... He weighs in at two hundred and eleven pounds... Thissss issssss KARRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLL... BRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!!!

["X Gonna Give It To You" by DMX blares over the loudspeaker as the lights go down. Time passes, strobe lights light up the entrance way and everyone is looking around for X, but he is no where to be found. After a few more seconds, a commotion seems to be erupting in the crowd. X appears in the crowd carrying his patented black steel chair marked with a white X and wrapped in barbed wire. He stands on a chair or anything he can find in the crowd and while still holding his chair in his right hand, he crosses his arms to make an X. He fights his way through the crowd, hops the barrier, and rolls into the ring. He starts banging on the ropes with the chair and then proceeds to make the same X gesture while standing on the middle of the ropes.]

TONY FATORA: And his opponent, making his Empire Pro Wrestling debut... He weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds and hails from the Bronx, New York... He is the man known as X!!

MN: Karl's so screwed! I thought he was one of those technical dorks!

DT: I wouldn't say that. While Brown is indeed technically sound, he's competed in many gruelling matches, including the even more hardcore Mayhem Mountain inside a three-tiered cage made of steel and barbed-wire!

MN: Yeegh! That's sick.

[The official explains the rules to Brown and X, then attaches the twenty-foot chain to their wrists.]

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

MN: It's BLOOD TIME!

[Hefting his barbed wire chair, X charges at Brown and swings the furniture towards the Englishman's head. Brown immediately ducks to the mat, grabbing the chain and swinging it across X's legs as he avoids the chair. The chain catches across X's calves, tripping him up.]

DT: Oh, Brown immediately using the chain to good effect, taking X down!

MN: Took a tumble, he did!

[X rolls to his feet quickly. Picking up the steel chair he brought with him, Brown moves in and takes a swing at X, who blocks it with his barbed-wire chair. Brown swings again, this time aiming for X's right shoulder. The shot connects, and X drops his chair, holding his shoulder in pain. Brown picks X up and shoves him into a corner, chopping him a few times before bringing him down with a single-arm DDT onto the bad shoulder.]

DT: Brown's singling out X's arm here, perhaps trying to prevent him from swinging a weapon!

MN: Hey Dave, why doesn't X have a real name?

DT: Huh?

MN: He's just X. Is that on his birth certificate?

DT: I wouldn't know.

[Picking up his plain chair again, Brown winds up and waits for X to rise. As X comes to his feet, Brown throws the chair at him. X catches it in both hands, and Brown superkicks it into his face!]

DT: OH! Brown DRIVES that steel right into the face of X! The cover!

One -

TWO -

Kickout by X!

MN: Seriously. What's that guy's name.

DT: I don't know, Mike.

[Pushing the chair aside, Brown hauls X to his feet and chops him a few times. He whips X into the ropes, but X stops himself by grabbing the top rope. He then grips the chain and begins reeling Brown towards him. Brown fights it, but X manages to pull him in and dropkick him.]

DT: Big dropkick there by the man who calls himself X!

MN: He needs a real name. I'm so gonna give him one.

DT: Mike-

MN: Herbert? Humphrey? Hogarth?

[As Brown rolls to his feet, X grabs the chain and wraps a loop of it around Brown's neck. He pulls back on the chain, digging it into Brown's neck like a garrote. Brown struggles against it, gasping for air. He tries to fight out with elbows, but X slugs him and drills him with a back suplex. Brown lands hard on a coil of the chain, holding his back.]

DT: X is trying to choke the life out of Karl Brown - and now a HUGE back suplex!

MN: ...Frank, Tony, Gerald, Hubert...

[Wrapping both hands around the coil of chain still hanging around Brown's neck, X pulls him to his feet and chokes him for a moment longer. He then slams Brown roughly to the canvas with a jerk of the chain. Picking up his barbed-wire chair, X raises it to the crowd, then slams it onto the head of a recovering Brown to fell him!]

DT: MY GOD! That barbed-wire chair just PLASTERED into the head of Karl Brown, and blood is everywhere!

MN: That thing's SICK!

DT: X isn't covering!

MN: And he STILL needs a name!

[Grimly, X hacks at Brown a few more times with the chair. He grabs the Englishman by the chin and talks trash to him, then slams the chair into his body a few more times.]

DT: Hard shots there from X as he continues to wail away with that chair!

MN: But a name... YES! I've got it! WILBUR!

DT: Say what?

MN: I said WIL-L-L-L-L-LBUR-R-R-R-R!!!

[X whips Brown into the corner, and absolutely CLOBBERS him with the chair as Brown bounces out. X goes for another shot, but Brown ducks under, firing back with lefts and rights to stun his opponent. X throws a right in retaliation, but gets a chain-assisted drop toe hold into the corner for his trouble.]

DT: Brown now fighting back, as he lifts X up into a fireman’s carry, making his way quickly to the opposite ropes... HOLY-

MN: WHAT THE HELL?!

[Brown runs to the ropes with the smaller man on his shoulders, leaping as far into the air as he can, barely clearing the top rope. In mid air, Brown rolls forward, landing squarely on X’s chest as the two men hit in a somersault Samoan splash, as the crowd goes crazy! Both men stay down, X from the fall and Brown from having performed the move and striking his knee hard on the ramp way!]

DT: Ladies and gentleman, I don’t know what to call what we’ve just seen... Karl Brown just pulled off an amazing move, and the tide has turned fully in his favor!

MN: I'm SO calling that sh(bomb) the Downtown Dunk!

DT: Brown appears to be hurt! Looks like his knee came down hard on the steel ramp!

[A bloody and dazed Brown slowly pulls himself to his feet, wincing as he holds his knee. After a moment, X gets up as well. Grabbing a large loop of chain, Brown takes a step forward and whips X right in the face with the chain, knocking him to the floor!]

DT: Brown with that CHAIN to the face of X! Down goes the rookie!

MN: Poor Wilbur. Downtown smoked him with that damn chain, man.

[Still clutching the loop of chain like a whip, Downtown applies it liberally to X's back like a whip, causing the other man to thrash in pain. After a few lashes Brown loops the chain around X's right shoulder, setting his foot against X's back and pulling back as hard as he can. X howls in pain, his shoulder injury from earlier suddenly reaggravated.]

DT: Brown with that chain around X's arm! He's trying to wrench that shoulder right out of its socket!

MN: It's official: He's the HARDCORE DRAGON, baby!

[Gritting his teeth, X lunges backwards and smashes Brown in the gut with an elbow. The newcomer slides his arm out of the chain loop and kicks Brown in his bad knee, knocking the Englishman down. X wraps the chain around Brown's upper body and drags him up the ramp, where he grabs Brown's leg and slams the knee into the steel of the ramp!]

DT: OH! X picking apart that knee, and Brown is SCREAMING in pain!

MN: Wilbur knows what he's after!

[Again, X drives Brown's knee into the ramp. He then grabs the chain again and drags Brown up the ramp. Grabbing Brown by the hair and an arm, he hurls him towards the set. Brown hits the set wall headfirst and flips over, his back slamming into the set before his body slumps down, leaving him sprawled on his head!]

DT: And X sends Brown headfirst into the set, as he's in total control here!

MN: He's, like, totally rocking Downtown out!

[A look of satisfaction comes across X's face. He rolls Brown over to free him from the chain, pulling it out to its full length. He then drags Brown towards the ten-foot-high cage occupied by one of the Empire Girls - Tiffany to be specific. He lays the chain across Brown's bloody face and stomps on it a few times, then hops onto the cage and begins scaling it.]

DT: Looks like X is going to the top of the cage!

MN: So that's why Wilbur loosened up the chain. Give himself enough room to climb.

[X doesn't make it. As he nears the roof, Brown kips to his feet to a big crowd pop. He scales the cell quickly and waistlocks X from behind, his legs hooked around the cage and his arms about X's waist. He tries to fall back, but X fights it. Breathing heavily, Brown slugs X in the head. X's grip loosens, and Brown falls back to deliver a German suplex off of the neon cage, sending X flipping to land on his head on the steel ramp! Brown's legs remain hooked around the cell, and thus he remains hanging from the cage, leaving X to lie prone on the ramp!]

DT: MY GOD!!! A GERMAN SUPLEX FROM THE DANCER'S CAGE TO THE RAMP!!!

MN: HOLY SH(BOMB)!!! HE IS THE HARDCORE DRAGON!!!

DT: We've heard of Brown pulling off maneuvers like that before - but actually seeing it is something else! WOW!

MN: It's SO over!

[Flicking Tiffany a weak smile through the blood running down his face, Brown climbs back down the cell and makes his way to the ramp. X is beginning to stir. Brown loops the chain twice around X's neck and shoulder, then sets him up and drills him into the ramp with the Dragon's Bite!]

DT: DRAGON'S BITE!!! CHAIN-AIDED DRAGON'S BITE ONTO THE STEEL!!! BROWN MAKES THE COVER!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREEEEEEEE!!! BROWN WINS IT!!!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

TONY FATORA: Here is your winnerrrr... KARRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLL... BRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWNNNNNNNNN!!!



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DT: What a victory for Karl Brown here tonight, as he settles the score with X in an impressive showing!

MN: Man! That was cool! I've never seen Brown get hardcore like that!

DT: Well, now you have!

MN: Man, he SO should start calling himself the Hardcore Dragon. That'd be utterly awesome, man.

DT: Perhaps. Folks, when we come back, we've got another match for you! Beast! Tyrone Walker! Next!

[Cut to a commercial for Burger Sultan.]
 

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Re: Aggression 8 - Huntsville, AL - 5/14/06

[The EmpireTron lights up, and the crowd cheers as we see Beast standing in GM Paul Freeman's office. It appears as though the conversation is almost over, as the two men are standing and shaking hands.]

Beast: Thanks again for giving me this time.

PF: You're welcome, Beast. I know you have some things you need to work out, and I'm glad to help out in any way I can.

Beast: So what I had in mind is all cool, right? You're not going to get flak from Ryan or anything, are you?

PF: No, I think we're safe on this front. This match, and any subsequent ones like it, should be a good potential ratings grab for Aggression.

Beast: Great. Glad it's all settled.

PF: Now, don't you have a match?

Beast: Yes, I do. Thanks again.

[Beast turns and leaves the office, and the EmpireTron goes to black.]

DT: I wonder what that was all about?

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

MN: I think we're gonna find out, 'cause HERE COMES THE RAAHR!!!

[Once in the ring, Beast salutes the fans by touching his fist to his chest over his heart a couple times before raising his hand in the air, drawing more cheers. Beast then walks over to one side of the ring where he receives a mic.]

Beast: Now... everyone listen up. Especially you, Tyrone Walker. The time for running is over. There's nowhere left to go. There's nowhere left to hide. Sooner or later, you're all going to have to face the alpha male, the apex predator.

You're going to have to face Beast.

[Crowd pop.]

Beast: And now, when you do, it's not going to be anything you've ever dreamed of, or thought you'd ever encounter. When you face me, it's not just going to be any old match. No-sir-ee! When you step into ring with me, it's going to be a Beast's Prey match!

[The crowd pops again!]

MN: Beast's Prey? What kind of crap does Optimus Prime got flowing through those transistors?

Beast: The rules are simple! There are no rules! No DQ! No count out! Weapons? The more the merrier!

[Pop!]

Beast: It's going to be the ultimate test of survival! And my first victim is going to be Mr. Walker! Ty! You can turn tail and hide, but in the end, we must all face the test!

And a final word for our esteemed Champion...

I suggest you watch this match, Sands, and I suggest you watch carefully. What I'm going to do to Walker tonight isn't going to be a fraction of what I'm going to do to you before I take your World Title. Now Walker, get out here and take this ass-kicking like a man!

[Beast tosses the mic aside, and readies for his match.]



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Beast's Prey Match
Beast vs. Tyrone Walker

MN: What is this, Stipulation Night?

TONY FATORA: The following contest is a Beast's Prey match! Already in the ring... BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST!!!

[The lights dim as the voice of Jamie Madrox booms over the PA and the beats kick in beginning Twiztid's "Where It's Goin Down." A single spot light shining down at the entrance way shows Tyrone Walker walking disinterestedly from behind the curtains and to the edge of the entrance way where he stops to scan the building, taking in the entire view for a moment. As the moment passes he turns his attention back to the ring and begins to casually stride to the ring making sure to take his time before he reaches the ringside area. Taking a few quick steps he leaps from the floor to the ring and hurls himself over the top rope and landing on his feet. Taking a few steps into the ring he shuffles over to the farside corner and leans casually into the turnbuckles as he waits.]

TONY FATORA: And his opponent! He hails from Detroit, Michigan! He weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds! He is TYRRRRRRROOOOOOONNNNNNNNNE... WAAAAAAALLLLLKEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

[Immediately, Beast charges across the ring and levels Walker with a spear.]

DT: Beast wasting NO time! HUGE spear right from the get-go!

[Rising slowly, Beast stares down at Walker, who's sprawled on the mat in pain. The big man rolls out of the ring and grabs something from ringside. It appears to be the timekeeper's table. Taking the table in one hand and the ring bell in the other, Beast rolls back into the ring. Calmly, he slams the ring bell into the face of a recovered Walker, who goes down as if he'd been shot.]

DT: OH! Beast just rang Walker's bell!

MN: Hah! What a dingaling!

[Setting the table down, Beast pulls Walker to his feet. He picks Walker up, presents him to the crowd momentarily, and body slams him through the table to a big pop.]

DT: Body slam by Beast, right through the table! Cover - One - Two - Three?!?!

MN: Wha'?! It's over already?!

[SFX: ...nothing yet. The timekeeper slides into the ring and grabs his bell. *DING* - Bell rings.]

TONY FATORA: Here is your winnerrrrrrrr... BEEEEEEEEEEEASSSSSSSSSSSST!!!



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DT: I think that has to be the fastest match we've ever seen here in Empire Pro!

MN: Yeah, that's weird. I would've thought Walker'd put up more of a fight.

[As the crowd roars, Beast raises his arms in celebration. However, he is oblivious to what's going on behind him.]

DT: What the-

[From the wreckage of the table, Tyrone Walker rises to his feet, brushing himself off as if nothing had happened. He casually walks over to Beast and brings his foot up, hitting the big man right in the crotch!]

DT: NO! WALKER JUST LOW-BLOWED BEAST FROM BEHIND!!!

MN: HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM!!!

DT: WALKER TURNING BEAST NOW!!! BROKEN ARROW!!! BROKEN ARROW ON BEAST!!! DAMMIT, WALKER JUST LAID OUT THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!!!

[A smile touches Walker's face as he admires his handiwork. He nudges Beast's prone body with the toe of his boot, then turns and rolls out of the ring to stroll casually to the back.]



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DT: What a heinous deed by Tyrone Walker! Not only did he apparently throw the match deliberately, he attacked Beast for absolutely no reason!

MN: What a dick! I just wish the boss'd come out here and humble him a little. With a Humility Bomb.

DT: I concur.



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[Cut to the backstage area, where Walker's attack on Beast is being shown in slow-motion on a television monitor. The shot pans over to show Christian Sands watching the monitor, smiling thinly to himself.]

SANDS: Still a dumb oaf...

[He chuckles...]

SANDS: I guess some things never change.

[After watching the footage for a moment longer, Sands finally turns and walks off camera.]

[Cut to a commercial for EPW's new video game, "Empire Pro Wrestling AGGRESSION", only for Playstation 2.]
 

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Re: Aggression 8 - Huntsville, AL - 5/14/06

DT: Welcome back to the show, everybody. This next match is a rematch from a few weeks ago. Adam Benjamin holds a victory over Troy Douglas thanks to a little bit of cheating, but Douglas looks to gain some revenge here tonight, fresh off a win over Christian Sands!

MN: Ol' Megatron just got lucky! If Beast hadn't brought the RAAHR, Agent Sands would've sent him packing all the way back to the Matrix!

DT: Give Troy Douglas his due. The man's been on a roll lately. I think there could easily be a World Title in his future.

MN: Bleh.

DT: Meanwhile, Adam Benjamin is one show away from his big title defense against Jonathan Marx, and you have to think that's weighing on his mind. Let's head to the ring.



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"Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin vs. Troy Douglas

TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is a non-title match! It is scheduled for one fall!

[Cue up: "Lose Yourself" - Eminem. "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin makes his way slowly to the ring. Adam is wearing two English flag bandana's one that cover his head and the other that covers the lower part of his face revealing only his stone cold eyes. Adam makes his way into the ring and stands firm in his corner waiting for the bell to ring.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first... He hails from the United Kingdom... He weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds... He is the reigning Empire Pro Wrestling IN-tercontinental Championnnn... He issss ADAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM... BEEEEEEEEEEN-JAMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN!!!

[Cue up: "Kashmir" - Led Zeppelin. The crowd erupts as Troy Douglas walks down the ramp, his gaze focused on Benjamin.]

TONY FATORA: And the opponent! He hails from Greensboro, North Carolina! He weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds! Thissssss isssss TRRRRRROOOOOOOOY... DOOOOOOOOUGLAAAAAAASSSSSSSS!!!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

DT: And were under way - OH!

[Immediately, Douglas shoots across the mat and tackles Adam Benjamin to the canvas, catching the Intercontinental Champion by surprise. Benjamin grabs Douglas by the head and forces him to the canvas instictively, trying for a headlock, but Douglas rolls through and grabs a tight armbar. Fighting to his feet, Benjamin flips out of it, but Douglas calmly clotheslines him.]

DT: Douglas off to a hot start here, taking Benjamin down with that big clothesline!

MN: MEGATRON, TERRORIIIIIZE!!! DESTROY THE MAXIMALS!!!

DT: ...Never. Do. That. Again.

[Benjamin quickly regains his footing. Douglas moves in and delivers a few chops, evoking woooooos from the crowd as he forces Benjamin into the corner. To the delight of the fans, Douglas chops away some more. However, Benjamin rakes Douglas' eyes roughly, reversing him into the corner and opening fire with his own hard chops.]

DT: It's like a trip to the woodshed out there! Chops all around!

MN: Big Daddy English is PISSED! He's just choppin' like a maniac!

[After a few more chops, Benjamin slugs Douglas in the face, then drives a few shoulders into the bigger man's gut. He hooks Douglas by the head and snapmares him out of the corner, kicking him in the back of the head. The impact causes Douglas to keel forward, landing on his face.]

DT: Big kick there by Adam Benjamin, as Troy Douglas looks dazed!

MN: If Big Daddy English kicked ME in the head I'd be pretty dazed, too.

[Grabbing Douglas by the hair, Benjamin pulls him to his feet and sets him up in a standing headscissors. He brings Douglas up and over with a crisp snap suplex, taking the wind out of him. As Douglas recovers his breath, Benjamin drags him off the mat and whips him into the ropes, scoring with a running neckbreaker on the way back.]

DT: Douglas off the ropes, right into a neckbreaker by Yours Truly! Benjamin covers! One - TWO - Douglas with the shoulder up!

MN: Neckbusta! Woo!

DT: I thought that joke was played out.

MN: Never.

[Holding the back of his head, Douglas stumbles to his feet. Benjamin promptly sweeps him back to the mat with a driven DDT. The impact of the move spikes Douglas' head into the mat, causing him to actually stand on his head for a moment with his legs twitching in the air. Finally he slumps down, hitting the mat on his face.]

MN: Ouch!

DT: Picture-perfect DDT by Benjamin DRILLS Douglas into the mat!

[Benjamin smiles faintly as he surveys his handiwork. He waits as Douglas comes to his feet, using the turnbuckles to pull himself up. As Douglas stands, Benjamin charges into the corner, but Douglas sidesteps. Benjamin hits the turnbuckles face-first and bounces out of the corner, and Douglas sweeps him off his feet and DRILLS him with a stiff spinebuster!]

DT: Benjamin into the corner - OH! HUGE spinebuster by Douglas!

MN: The Energon is starting to flow!

[As Benjamin wobbles to his feet, Douglas whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a hard belly-to-belly suplex. Holding his back, Benjamin again stands. Douglas moves in and delivers a few stiff karate strikes, then whips him to the ropes again and brings him up and over with a powerslam, holding on for the pin!]

DT: Powerslam by Douglas! The cover!

One -

TWO -

Benjamin kicks out!

[Douglas resumes his rally immediately. He drops a pair of elbows on Benjamin and covers him again.]

DT: Another cover by Douglas!

One -

TWO -

Kickout by Benjamin, but Douglas again covers!

One -

Kickout! Another cover!

One - Kickout!

MN: What's with all the covers?

DT: Seems Douglas is trying to wear out Benjamin, as all these kickouts take energy!

[Grabbing Benjamin in a waistlock, Douglas heaves him off the canvas and drops him with a big german suplex. Benjamin pops to his feet, staggering around the ring in a daze. This allows Douglas to kill him dead with a huge lariat.]

DT: BIG lariat there by Douglas!

MN: YEEEE-HAWWWW! He's ropin' them cows with that there lariat! Megatron: Metal Cowboy!

DT: Douglas covering!

One -

TWO -

Benjamin with the kickout!

[Pausing for a moment, Douglas ponders his next move. He then picks Benjamin up and lifts him for a vertical suplex. Benjamin floats through and comes up behind Douglas to roll him up.]

DT: Wait! Rollup by Adam Benjamin!

One!

TWO!

Oh, Douglas kicks out of it!

MN: Benjamin popped that out of nowhere!

[Both men come to their feet. Douglas shoots towards Benjamin and throws a clothesline, but Benjamin ducks it and swings himself up into a crucifix, dropping to bring Douglas down into a pinning position!]

DT: CRUCIFIX pin by Benjamin!

One!

TWO!

Douglas fights out of it!

[Again, both men get up. Douglas fires off a kick to the gut and stuns Benjamin. He tries for a powerbomb, but Benjamin rolls through with a sunset flip. Douglas rolls all the way through, but Benjamin shoots forward to clip Douglas' legs. He boosts over Douglas and applies a rear chinlock.]

DT: Benjamin with the chinlock applied on Troy Douglas, trying to wear him down!

MN: ...Chinbusta?

DT: Not really. This hold is cutting off the circulation to Douglas' head, making it that much harder for him to function.

MN: Good old Big Daddy English. He knows his stuff, yo.

DT: Douglas trying to fight out of the hold - trying to make it to his feet!

MN: Benji ain't lettin' him, man!

DT: Benjamin keeping Douglas firmly on the mat! Douglas' arms are in the air, but they're starting to drop!

MN: Down they go!

DT: Douglas is looking limp here!

MN: Limp as a noodle!

DT: Here's referee Pat Jones to check on Douglas! Raises the arm once - Drops!

MN: I think Megatron's out of Energon!

DT: Raises the arm again - Drops twice!

MN: One more and it's over!

DT: Raises the arm again - NO! DOUGLAS KEEPS IT UP!!!

MN: HE'S ALIIIIIIIVE!!!

[Douglas' eyes fly open as the adrenaline begins to flow. He fights his way to his feet and elbows out of the hold, leaving Benjamin stunned. Running the ropes, Douglas comes back with a big clothesline that rocks Yours Truly. As Benjamin comes to his feet with the aid of the ropes, Douglas charges him and delivers another clothesline, sending himself and Benjamin over the ropes to the outside, where they land in a heap!]

DT: This match is spilling to the outside!

MN: BRAWL! BRAWL! BRAWL! BRAWL!

[Both men come to their feet. Benjamin chops Douglas, but gets slugged to his hands and knees for his troubles. With a huff, Douglas picks Benjamin up and drops him ribs-first across the railing!]

DT: OH! Douglas making use of the terrain to pick apart Benjamin here!

MN: I wouldn't wanna hit THAT thing!

[In the ring, referee Pat Jones is beginning his count. As he reaches four, Douglas grabs Benjamin and drops him on the railing a second time. He then goes to whip Benjamin into the ring steps. Benjamin quickly reverses, however, and Douglas is sent back-first into the steel stairs, flipping over them to land in a heap near the announce table! Holding his ribs, Benjamin falls to the floor in pain as well.]

DT: OH! DOUGLAS TASTES STEEL!

MN: But Big Daddy English is down too!

DT: You're right! If neither of these men can get up before the count of ten, they'll be counted out!

[Douglas is the first to his feet, using the railing to pull himself up]

JONES: Eight!... Nine!...

[Hearing the count, Douglas lunges for the ring.]

JONES: ...TEN!

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings.]

DT: Oh! Benjamin and Douglas both got counted out!

TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen, by virtue of a double count-out, this match has been ruled... A DRAW!!!



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DT: What a disappointing ending to a great match, as it looked like Benjamin and Douglas could've gone for a lot longer than it did.

MN: Man, count-outs suck. I want a rematch.

DT: As do I, Mike. Either way, this was nonetheless a great match, and both men really showed themselves to be athletes of the highest caliber.

MN: Even Megatron.

DT: We've got to take one more break, but when we come back, it's the main event! Don't you DARE touch that dial!

[Cut to a commercial for the International House of Strudel.]
 

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Re: Aggression 8 - Huntsville, AL - 5/14/06

DT: And that's it for commercial breaks - welcome back! You know what time it is, Mike?
MN: MAIN EVENT TIME! WOO!

DT: We're just days removed from Unleashed, where Jonathan Marx will challenge for the Intercontinental Title and Christian Sands will defend his World Title. Tonight, they collide in what is sure to be a technical wrestling extravaganza!

MN: I don't even know who to root for! Sands is cool, but so is Marxie - except Marxie's been acting weird with his whole King Arthur spiel.

DT: I wouldn't say weird. He's just showing he has a heart - unlike our World Champion.

MN: Hey, Sands has a heart! It's just a black one.

DT: Let's head to the ring and see if Marx can make good on his promise to soften Sands up for Beast. Take it away, Fat Tony!



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Christian Sands vs. "Gentleman" Jonathan Marx

TONY FATORA: The following contest is a non-title match! It will be scheduled for one fall!

[The haunting strains 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. The crowd boos thunderously, recognizing the music and the villain it's associated with. 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 vaults into the ring over the top rope and stretches his arms briefly before boosting himself up to a turnbuckle, seating himself there facing inward to await his opponent.]

TONY FATORA: Introducing first... He hails from Barrie, Ontario... He weighs in at two hundred and seventy pounds and is the reigning Empire Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Cham-pion of the World... Thissss isssssss CHRRRRRRRRISTIAAAAAAANNNN... SAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDSSSSSSSSS!!!

[Cue up: "Only Happen When It Rains" - Garbage. Surprisingly, the crowd roars in approval as Jonathan Marx stalks down the ramp, his eyes locked on the ring.]

TONY FATORA: And his opponent! He hails from Princeton, New Jersey! He weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds and was the 2003 FWI Magazine Rookie of the Year! He isssssss JONATHAAAAAAAAAAAN... MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARX!!!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

DT: Listen to this crowd cheering Jonathan Marx! We're not used to this sort of ovation!

MN: They're idiots! They're cheering the lesser of two awesomes.

[Sands and Marx circle each other slowly for a moment. They lock up. Sands snaps on a tight headlock, then circles behind Marx to apply a hammerlock. Marx immediately snapmares the bigger man, but Sands swings his legs up and wraps them around Marx's body, scissoring him down to the canvas. Sands applies an armbar, but Marx rolls over to break it. The Princeton native grabs Sands' legs and tries for a Boston crab, but Sands uses his leg strength to shake Marx off.]

DT: What a display of chain wrestling from these two! Both Sands and Marx are accomplished athletes, wrestling a very Greco-Roman style with a lot of mixed martial arts overtones.

MN: Greco-Roman? What is this, history class?

[Coming to his feet, Sands shoots in and clips out Marx's legs, leaning forward to apply a shoulderlock. Marx rolls through and gets an armbar, trying for a crossface, but Sands grabs Marx's leg and rolls through again, ending up on his feet with an anklelock half-applied. Marx uses his free leg to trip Sands, boosting over him to apply a side headlock. Sands' power comes into play as he rises with a back suplex, but Marx flips out and lands behind him.]

DT: Back suplex attempt - No, Marx rolls through it!

[Immediately, Marx waistlocks Sands and takes him down with a hard German suplex. He shoots in and tries to apply a bow-and-arrow hold, but Sands grabs his head and drags him to the mat, slapping on an inverted dragon sleeper. Marx rolls out of it and applies a half nelson, which Sands powers out of quickly. The two come to their feet. Marx throws a dropkick, but Sands swats him down.]

DT: Sands' power and weight advantage is beginning to come into play, as he blocks the dropkick there!

MN: Not even the Emperor can win against an Agent.

[Pushing himself to his feet, Marx prepares to attack again. Sands beats him to the punch, charging in to deck Marx with a running knee lift. He picks up Marx bodily and throws him into a corner, chopping him several times. The chops resonate through the arena. As Marx thrashes in pain from the impact of the chops, Sands grabs him and belly-to-belly suplexes him out of the corner.]

DT: Huge belly-to-belly there by the champion, as he's taken control of this match.

MN: Poor Marxie. I bet he wishes he took the blue pill now.

DT: Enough Matrix analogies!

[With a thin smirk, Sands advances on a rising Marx. He delivers another chop, which drops Marx to a knee. From there Sands grabs Marx's arm and whips him into the ropes, spearing him on the rebound.]

DT: Spear by Sands! The cover -

One -

TWO -

Kickout by Marx!

MN: Man, if Sands ever leaves wrestling he could work as a linebacker with a spear like that!

[Holding his ribs, Marx reels on the canvas. Sands pulls him up and applies a front face lock, signaling for a vertical suplex. However, Marx rolls him up in a cradle pin.]

DT: WAIT, CRADLE BY MARX!

One!

TWO!

Kickout by Sands!

MN: Yike! That was quick!

[Both men roll to their feet. Promptly, Sands stuns Marx with a kick to the gut, then hooks him up and delivers the vertical suplex he was looking for a moment ago. As Marx recovers, Sands grabs him and lambastes him with a MONSTER spinebuster.]

DT: What a spinebuster by Sands!

MN: THE MAIN EVENT SPINEBUSTER!!! GRAWHAHAHA!!!

DT: What are you, an internet reporter?

MN: No. I actually get laid once in awhile.

DT: (laughing)

[Smirking, Sands grabs Marx by the hair, waiting for the smaller man to regain his footing. However, Marx opts instead to take Sands down with a double-leg clip. He immediately steps over and applies a Boston crab!]

DT: OH! BOSTON CRAB APPLIED BY MARX!!!

MN: Where'd THAT come from?!

DT: He's got the hold locked in, and Sands is in big trouble!

MN: He's trying to make it to the ropes!

DT: Sands gets ahold of the bottom rope! Marx breaks the hold!

[Or not. Releasing the crab, Marx grabs Sands by the ankle and drags him into the center of the ring, applying an anklelock.]

DT: Now the ANKLELOCK applied by the Gentleman!

MN: He's not letting up! He's like an animal!

DT: Marx said he'd put Sands through pain, and right now he's making good at that promise! Sands is SCREAMING in pain right now!

MN: Bad Marxie! BAD!

DT: Wait, Sands trying to fight out-

[Sands quickly rolls through the anklelock, causing Marx to lose his grip. Diving in, Sands immediately applies a Dragon sleeper to Marx, dropping him to the mat and applying a body scissors to enhance the move.]

DT: Full-body dragon sleeper by Sands, as he's regaining the momentum!

MN: Woot! Choke him out!

DT: Both of these men are submission experts, and as such they know exactly how to wear down parts of the body with holds! Right now this hold is putting strain on Marx's neck and cutting off the blood flow to his head!

MN: Marx is SO done.

DT: Marx trying to fight it... Grasping for the leg!

[With his free hand, Marx claws at one of Sands' legs. He gets ahold of it and wrenches it free, rolling over to shake Sands loose and reapply the anklelock!]

DT: Anklelock reapplied! Marx in control again!

MN: Gah! They keep trading the momentum!

[Sands, however, isn't about to be fooled twice. He rolls over and monkey-flips his way out of the anklelock. Both men come to their feet. Sands throws a clothesline, but Marx ducks and scoops Sands to the mat with a backslide. However, the champion rolls through and comes to his feet, kicking a recovering Marx in the gut. He then hurls the smaller man across the ring with a butterfly suplex!]

DT: Oh! Huge double underhook suplex by the champion!

MN: He just launched the Emperor into orbit!

[Holding his neck, Marx slowly pulls himself to a sitting position. That doesn't last long, as Sands hits the ropes behind him and rebounds with a rolling neck snap, taking Marx to the mat again. As Marx drops, Sands winces and adjusts his right kneepad.]

DT: Rolling neck snap by the champion, but I think the anklelocks applied by Marx are starting to affect him!

MN: Naaaaaah. He's just, uh, adjusting that pad to look cool.

DT: If you say so.

[Marx stumbles to his feet, his footing unsteady. Moving in, Sands slips in behind him and applies a half nelson, taking Marx over in a big suplex to drop him on his neck. From there, Sands sets his legs around Marx's neck and applies a grounded triangle choke!]

DT: TRIANGLE HOLD by Sands!

MN: Now THERE'S your mixed martial arts!

DT: Indeed, this is a mixed martial arts-style submission designed to cut off circulation to the head! Marx is in trouble!

MN: Sands is just wearing him down!

[Gritting his teeth, Marx pushes his body towards the edge of the ring, setting one foot on the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break, and Sands gives it to him. He pulls Marx up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry position and goes to boost him off for his trademark over-the-knee neckbreaker, but Marx lands in a Matrix-esque bent-back position, his feet firmly on the canvas. Straightening, Marx delivers a back elbow to Sands' face, then takes him down with a hiptoss, shooting in to apply a leg lock!]

DT: Leg lock applied by Marx, as he's going right back to Sands' knee!

MN: Say what you will about Marxie, but he knows what he's doin'!

DT: Sands is trying to fight to the ropes, but he's right in the center of the ring! Every second he's in this hold does more damage to his leg!

MN: He's almost there!

DT: Got it!

[Reaching out, Sands grabs onto the bottom rope. Marx reluctantly breaks the hold, but makes up for it by dropping a knee across Sands' leg. He pulls Sands back into the center of the ring and kneedrops the leg again, then signals to the crowd before applying an intense STF!]

DT: MARXISM!!! MARXISM!!! THE MARXISM APPLIED TO THE CHAMPION!!!

MN: NO!!!

DT: SANDS IS SCREAMING IN PAIN HERE!!! IT COULD BE OVER!!!

MN: He's fighting it!

DT: Marx wrenching in the hold! He's not letting go!

MN: C'mon! Get out of it!

[Sands manages to resist the hold for a moment. Finally he rolls through it, breaking it up. As he comes out on top of Marx, he hooks in the cobra clutch crossface!]

DT: SANDMAN'S CLUTCH!!! THAT DEADLY SUBMISSION LOCKED IN!!!

MN: MARX IS SO DONE!!! LISTEN TO HIM SCREAM!!!

DT: This could be all over here!

MN: Of COURSE it is! This hold beat Beast - and Beast's got the RAAHR!

DT: Marx is trying to fight to the ropes!

MN: He'll never make it!

DT: Almost there - OH!

[Just as Marx grabs for the rope, Sands releases the hold just long enough to boost over Marx, trapping the reaching arm between his legs and reapplying the Clutch to the neck and the other arm!]

DT: CLUTCH REAPPLIED! MARX IS TRAPPED!!!

MN: He's all the way across the ring! He's gotta crawl a good twenty feet to get to the ropes!

DT: He's fighting-

[After a moment of struggling, Marx manages to roll through the Clutch. He jockeys for position and reapplies the Marxism!]

DT: MARXISM REAPPLIED!!! WHAT A REVERSAL BY JONATHAN MARX!!!

MN: WHAAAAAT!!! NO WAY!!!!

DT: SANDS' HAND IS COMING UP!!! HE'S GOING TO TAP OUT!!!

MN: NO!!!

DT: ...NO!!! HE'S BITING HIS OWN HAND TO KEEP FROM TAPPING OUT!!!

MN: YES!!!

DT: SANDS IS TRYING TO FIGHT TO THE ROPES!!!

MN: He's fighting it!

DT: The champion's fighting, but Marx has him locked up good and tight!

[Sands lets out a loud yell as he rolls through the hold again, applying the Sandman's Clutch to Marx!]

DT: WAIT!!!! SANDMAN'S CLUTCH AGAIN!!!

MN: CRIKEY!!! IT'S REVERSAL CITY!!!

DT: MARX IS IN A WORLD OF PAIN, AND HE'S RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!

MN: His hand's coming up!

DT: Is he going to tap?!

MN: No! He's not tapping!

DT: Marx trying to push himself out of the hold!

MN: He's trying to fight it -

DT: HE'S TAPPING!!! HE'S TAPPING!!! MARX TAPS OUT TO THE SANDMAN'S CLUTCH!!!

[SFX: *DING* - Bell rings.]

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner... CHRRRRRRRRRISTIAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN... SAAAAAAAAAANDSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!



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DT: What a close match for Jonathan Marx, as he was inches away from making the World's Champion tap out - but in the end, Sands secures the victory with the Sandman's Clutch!

MN: That was close! I thought Marx had him!

DT: So did I. Regardless of the result, Marx put forth a great showing and has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of as far as I'm concerned.

MN: But the question is - can Sands make Beast tap out at Unleashed?

DT: That question and more will be answered in Atlanta, when Unleashed airs LIVE on Pay-Per-View from the Georgia Dome! And with that, we're out of time! This has been Aggression! Goodnight, everybody!

[Fade to credits, then to black.]
 

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