Career vs Career: Stalker (EPW) vs Rocko Daymon (New ERA)
[The camera cuts to the EPW announce team of Dave Thomas, Mike Neely, and “The Show Stealer” Dean Matthews are all seated behind the EPW commentary table.]
DT: Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you've been enjoying the Sin City Showdown thus far! It's been LONG DAY of professional wrestling action, but tonight marks the end of a long and very epic feud between two of the industry's hottest competitors!
DM: The rivalry between Rocko Daymon and Stalker has been waged across SEVERAL federations, spanning over ten years! It began in a last man standing match, and now it will END in a last man standing match!
DT: There's more than just ten years of bad blood up at stake tonight. Both men have agreed to make this a CAREER VERSUS CAREER match!
MN: Whoever loses... WE WIN!! We at Empire Pro, anyway! Stalker's not a part of New ERA, and as I understand it, it's been a while since Rocko's been seen over there.
DM: Regardless of that... Daymon has stated that he's coming in here tonight representing BOTH New ERA of Wrestling and Empire Pro! Here's an interesting fact, guys... Daymon is the ONLY MAN in this industry to have held both the Empire Pro World Championship AND the New ERA World Heavyweight championship.
DT: He is the icon of two prestigious federations being represented here tonight... and this may be the most IMPORTANT match of his career, if not the last one!
DM: Stalker has HOUNDED him mercilessly for the past few years. He assailed his wife. He forced his injury, and his subsequent forfeiture of the EPW World Heavyweight Championship. He forced Fusenshoff into trying to end his career. He set the dERAnged Omega after him, scarring him for life in a sickening barbed wire match.
DT: And yet, through all the adversity Stalker has given him, Rocko Daymon has lived up to his “Undying” namesake... surviving and growing stronger from every experience!
MN: Well, he's had a remarkable fall from grace ever since he up and DROPPED the Empire Pro World Heavyweight Championship... and from what I hear, he LOST the New ERA World Championship in his first match back there... so by all counts, if he can't win this match tonight, he doesn't have much a career anyway.
DM: Rocko Daymon has NEVER lost the Last Man Standing match... a trend that has existed since he first conquered Stalker ten years ago! Tonight, the most insane man in professional wrestling has the opportunity to avenge the demons of his past... if he can kill the man that claims he cannot die!
[CUE UP: “Did My Time” by Korn. The fans BOO unanimously as The Fallen's video package plays on the big screen. Blue lighting illuminates the fog spreading around the entry-way. Tony Fatora announces from within the adjoined ring set-up.]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a CAREER VERSUS CAREER LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!! The winner of this match will be the man who renders his opponent UNABLE TO STAND before a ten count. Introducing first... hailing from Seattle, Washington... the LEADER of the FALLEN...
JASON REEVES... “SSSSSTTTAAAAALLLLKKKKEEEERRRRRR!!!!”
[Appearing alone on the stage is Jason “STALKER” Reeves, clad in black leather duster over a Fallen t-shirt and black denim cut-offs. He SNEERS at the crowd, mockingly posing for them as he makes his way down the ramp to the ring.]
DM: Tens years of this man's alleged “pain” and “suffering” have led him here tonight! That entire time, he's wanted his shot at Rocko Daymon... but has he bit off more than he can chew?
DT: Stalker is a dangerous and psychotic man... and much of that is driven by his sheer hatred for Rocko Daymon! He's tried to ruin the career of his nemesis, but tonight... will he be able to put that final nail in the coffin? Can he beat Rocko Daymon in the match that his opponent has never lost?
[Stalker rolls into the ring and sits in the corner, eyes trained on the stage for the arrival of his opponent. After a few moments, they cut his music.]
[CUE UP: “The Path” by High On Fire. The arena lights go to black, and the capacity crowd CHEERS LOUDLY!! Rocko Daymon's video package begins playing on the screen.]
TF: And his opponent... hailing from Tacoma, Washington... he is the FORMER EPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... AND the FORMER NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...
“THE UNDYING”... RRROOOOOCCCCKKKOOOO DDDDAAAAYYYYMMOOOONNNN!!!
SFX: *BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOOOM!!!*
[The introduction concludes with a display of gold fireworks shooting up from the stage. “The Path” ends into “Fire, Flood, and Plague” as ROCKO DAYMON steps out onto the stage and begins striding down the ramp.]
Crowd: “ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!!”
DT: Daymon is halfway down the ramp, and breaks right into a SPRINT FOR THE RING!!
Crowd: *POP!!*
MN: Whoa, buddy, he ain't messing around!
DM: Daymon slides under the ropes, and Stalker quickly jumps on him with a KNEE!! Stalker, with some HARD closed-fisted punches to the back of Daymon's head, and the former World Champion just SHRUGS IT OFF!
MN: Ring the bell, cause HERE WE GO, baby!
SFX: *DING-DING-DING!*
DT: Rocko's on his feet, and both men are FIERCELY TRADING BLOWS!! Man, they are holding NOTHING back in there!! It's a two-man FLURRY of FISTS, and neither man is backing down!
DM: OOH!! Big right hook thrown from Daymon clocks Stalker right in the temple and shakes him! Rocko with a FEW MORE big right hands, just BURYING those knuckles into Stalker's face! That “injury” in his shoulder must not be as bad as we expected, cause he's landing some HAYMAKERS!!
MN: Look at the VEINS popping out of his neck! That guy is just UNHINGED!!
DT: Rocko is SWINGING AWAY... and HE'S GOT STALKER REELING!! Daymon FURIOUSLY PUMMELS HIM, and now Stalker is BACKED INTO THE ROPES!!
Crowd: *POP!!*
DT: Stalker trying to cover up... OH!! Daymon BLASTS HIM with a KNIFE EDGE CHOP to the CHEST!!
Crowd: “WHOOO!!”
DM: Stalker is STUNNED, and Daymon ANGRILY rips off his SHIRT to expose the chest! There's ANOTHER CHOP!!
SFX: *SMACK!!*
Crowd: “WHOOO!!”
MN: Had some HEAT on that one!
DT: Rocko Daymon is on FIRE in these opening moments... and now with a SHOULDER BLOCK to the mid-section, he just TACKLES Stalker through the ropes, and the brawl falls to the outside!!
DM: Rocko Daymon is just a TEMPEST of RAGE right now!! Wailing away, he YANKS Stalker off the floor by the hair... and sets him up against the apron, mercilessly BLASTING AWAY at that maniac's exposed face!!
DT: Look at that MURDEROUS GLINT in the eye of Rocko Daymon!! It's like he's trying to BLUDGEON STALKER TO DEATH with those wrecking-ball fists!
MN: Uh... should the ref step in and stop this, or something?
DM: Wait... Stalker BLOCKS one -- DRIVES DAYMON face-first into the apron!
DT: Rocko's stunned... and Stalker takes the opportunity to grab him by the NECK, and RUN HIM OVER TO --
SFX: *BAM!!*
MN: WHOA!!
DT: RIGHT into the commentary table! Stalker STOMPING AWAY now!! These two men are like RABID PITBULLS!!
DM: Expect these two men to show libERAl use of the no-DQ ruling of the Last Man Standing match-up. Stalker is an ESPECIALLY talented when it comes to using his environment... and here he is now, bringing Daymon off the floor, and leading him right over to the GUARDRAIL -- !!
SFX: *BONK!!*
Crowd: “OOOHHHH!!!”
DT: GOD!! Did you SEE THE WAY Daymon's FACE bounced right off that STEEL BARRICADE?!
MN: Yeah, man... these guys are freakin' NUTS tonight!
DM: Stalker was holding nothing back there... and he's not giving Rocko a SECOND to breath, stripping him up off the floor once again! Stalker hooks him around the face -- RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP --
SFX: *CLANK!!*
DT: OH MAN, RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP INTO THE BARRICADE!! I think Daymon is OUT!!
MN: Well, THAT was quick!
DT: Stalker is back up, and ORDERS the referee to begin the ten count!
DM: It CAN'T be over this quickly!
*ONE!*
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*TWO!*
DT: Daymon shakes out the cobwebs... now he scrambles to his feet, and he's back up before the ref can reach the count of three! Stalker is ALREADY on top of him... NO!! Daymon SHOVES HIM OFF!
DM: Rocko steps forward -- WHOA, MAN!! BIG JUMPING KNEE STRIKE catches Stalker RIGHT IN THE MUSH!! What a COMEBACK for Rocko Daymon!!
Crowd: *POP!!!*
MN: Has Rocko been brushing up on his Muay Thai, or what?!
DT: Stalker rolls to his hands and knees, but Daymon STRADDLES HIS BACK before he can get up!! Daymon POUNDING AWAY with HARD rights and lefts at the exposed head of Stalker!!
DM: Stalker can do little more than cover up right now as Daymon RELENTLESSLY pounds away at his head! Rocko is like a man POSSESSED tonight... and given everything he's put up with this past month, I'm not in the least bit surprised!
DT: This Last Man Standing contest has been nothing short of a high-octane all-out BRAWL so far in these opening minutes, and both men are still fuming with energy! Daymon in control now, yanking Stalker off the floor by the hair and walking him over to the corner!
MN: More specifically, the STEEL STEPS!!
SFX: *BANG!!*
DM: AND DAYMON THROWS STALKER RIGHT INTO THOSE STEEL STEPS AS HARD AS HE CAN!! These guys are going to turn the ringside area into a WARZONE!!
MN: Are these guys even going to make it back in the RING?!
DT: Stalker is lying stunned up against the steps, and now Daymon uses the opportunity to PUT SOME LEGS INTO HIS FACE AND CHEST while he's pressed up against the steel! Stalker's got nowhere to go!!
DM: Stuck between Rocko and a hard place... Daymon going for distance now... he comes CHARGING FORWARD --
DT: STALKER ROLLS ASIDE!!
SFX: *BANG!!!*
Crowd: “OOOOooohhh...”
DT: OH, NO, NOBODY HOME!! Rocko Daymon's shoulder went RECKLESSLY CRASHING right into those steel steps as Stalker despERAtely got out of the way at the last second!
DM: Daymon is writhing on the floor now, clutching that right arm! That mistake could have cost him EVERYTHING if he's agitated that injury!
DT: That could be it right there! The referee is checking to see if Daymon isn't legitimately hurt... but Stalker SHOVES HIM ASIDE!! Stalker STOMPS AWAY at that hurt right arm of Rocko Daymon with CONTEMPT!!
DM: Doesn't look like Stalker wants this match to END any way other than Rocko Daymon lying unconscious on the ground for ten seconds! The question is... what condition is Rocko Daymon in to continue this match?!
MN: Maybe he'll luck out and pass out from the pain...
DT: Stalker seems to notice the arm... now he's taking ahold of it by the wrist! Stalker, DROPS THE KNEE across the bicep! That could NOT have been good for that shoulder!
DM: Stalker sees the Achilles Heel, and naturally, he's jumping all over it! Without that arm, Daymon is without ANY offense!
DT: And he isn't finished YET!! Stalker YANKS Daymon to his feet using that right arm, and gives it a SHARP TWIST!! Daymon drops to his KNEES, and you can just SEE the pain in his face!!
MN: I couldn't make a face like that if you drove a CAR over my foot!
DM: Stalker knows exactly where to go from here! He shoves those steps aside, and now he's bringing Daymon's arm around the steel ringpost!! He pulls back... AND RAMS THAT ARM RIGHT INTO THE POST!!
DT: Daymon sprawls to the floor in AGONY!! Man, if Stalker has his way, then he's going to mangle that arm beyond all recognition!
DM: Rocko Daymon is incapacitated on the floor... and now Stalker approaches the timekeeper! OH JESUS, he just KICKED the poor bastard RIGHT OUT OF HIS CHAIR!!
Crowd: “BOOOOOOO!!!”
MN: Well, hey, he needed the chair!
DT: Daymon is struggling to get to his feet, using the good left arm to grip onto the apron... but Stalker BOOTS him back to the floor before he can even get footing! Stalker isn't even giving him a chance to BREATH! Here he brings Daymon up again, and he's setting that arm around the steel post... oh, no, what's he got in mind with that CHAIR?!
DM: Stalker WINDS UP... and SWINGS AWAY!!
SFX: *CLANK!!*
DT: DAYMON GOT HIS ARM OUT!!
Crowd: *POP!!*
DM: Stalker just CRACKED that chair across the steel post! Man, if Daymon's arm had still been hung up there, that would have been GAME OVER for the former champion!
DT: Rocko's on his feet and on the move, and Stalker SWINGS WILDLY into the air with that steel chair in hot pursuit!! Daymon, DEFTLY backpedaling to keep out of reach... and he rolls back into the ring!
DM: Stalker's in after him, and FINALLY, this match returns to the squared circle! The raging hardcore icon, coming in fast with that CHAIR -- but Daymon GOES LOW, leading that left shoulder right into the abdomen, and THERE'S THE FIREMAN'S CARRY!!
DT: Good move there! Rocko's looking for the side headlock to keep the match on the ground, but Stalker is QUICK to slip away! Stalker, wielding that CHAIR again... NO!! Daymon KICKS the chair out of Stalker's hand! He's doing anything he can to defend himself without agitating that arm of his!
MN: Yeah, but you can tell that he's running thin on ideas right now...
DT: Stalker stepping up with a BIG RIGHT HAND -- NO!! Daymon's RIGHT HAND just SHOT UP and CAUGHT STALKER'S FIST!!
Crowd: *POP!!*
DM: What RESILIENCY!! Daymon, SHAKING HIS HEAD and FIGHTING OFF THE PAIN... and Stalker can only stand in STUNNED DISBELIEF!! All that work on the arm, and Daymon can STILL take whatever he throws at him!
MN: Apparently, all of Rocko's appendages are “UNDYING” as well!
DT: Rocko THROWS Stalker's hand aside... there's the BOOT TO THE GUT... and he FOLLOWS THROUGH WITH THE GUTWRENCH SUPLEX!!
Crowd: *POP!!!*
DM: “The Undying” Rocko Daymon is coming back into this match BIG... he POPS back to his feet as Stalker rises in a spinning STAGGER... and BLASTS that maniac with a KNIFE-EDGE CHOP!!
DT: Stalker, KNOCKED into the ropes, bounces back into a SHARP JAB by Daymon... a SECOND... FOLLOWS IT WITH A DISCUS PUNCH!!
MN: OUCH!!
DT: JESUS HERMIONE CHRIST, he just BURIED THOSE KNUCKLES into Stalker's FACE!! That damn near knocked him out of his SHOES!!
DM: What a HAYMAKER!! Stalker is KNOCKED OUT LIKE A LIGHT!! THIS COULD BE IT!!
*ONE!*
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*TWO!*
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DT: Stalker's eyes are fluttering... he's COMING TO, but he was OUT COLD for a moment there!
*THREE!*
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*FOUR!*
DM: Meanwhile, Rocko Daymon wisely uses this time to rub some feeling back into that right arm. He doesn't want to overwork it too soon in this brawl...
MN: At this point, he should just consider himself LUCKY that he still HAS that arm!
*FIVE!*
DT: Stalker is finally making an effort to get to his feet... meanwhile, looks like Rocko has FOUND THE STEEL CHAIR!!
Crowd: *POP!!*
MN: Oh boy, looks like it's PAYBACK time!
*SIX!!*
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DT: Stalker's almost up now... Daymon looks at his opponent... looks to the chair... and he just THROWS IT TO THE OUTSIDE!!
MN: WHAT?! Why in the HELL would he do that!?
DM: It's just mano e mano, now! Rocko Daymon wants nothing more than his own BARE HANDS to BREAK his nemesis in the ring!
MN: Stupid move if you ask me...
DT: Stalker is BACK TO HIS FEET... but Daymon meets him with a KNEE right to the midsection, right before whipping him to the ropes!
DM: Stalker in motion... comes back with Daymon waiting for the lariat -- BUT HE DUCKED IT!! Stalker keeps moving, and he goes off the ropes again... STIFF SHOULDER BLOCK puts Daymon to the mat!
DT: Back into the ropes goes Stalker... HOPS over the grounded Rocko Daymon as he's in the motion to rise... Stalker off the other set of ropes... here comes Rocko with that RIGHT HAND -- no wait, Stalker REVERSES with an ARM DRAG!!
DM: And he transitions right into an armbar, again working that sensitive right arm! It's surprising to see some actual WRESTLING ability in Stalker for once, as opposed to just random chairshots and DDTs all over the place!
MN: Right, Dean, like an ARMDRAG is really going to do the job in a LAST MAN STANDING match!
DT: Let's remember, there are no rope breaks or disqualifications in the Last Man Standing match-up... and while Stalker may not be able to win by tap out, he's left Rocko no choice but to escape that hold on his OWN POWER, which may prove difficult and costly! And with that questionable shoulder of his... there's no telling WHAT damage can be done in this situation!
DM: Stalker's wrenching away at the wrist of Rocko Daymon, but he doesn't quite have that shoulder cinched in with his legs. Hardcore icon, but hardly a technical aficionado, I suppose! Daymon is able to get to his side... now trying to get some footing, working quickly to escape the hold! Every second Stalker twists away, he does more damage, slowly grinding away at that shoulder socket!
MN: Man, this crap is boring! When are they going to start hitting each other with chairs non-stop for five minutes straight?!
DT: Daymon's BACK on his feet, and now Stalker tries transitioning to a standing position... no, Daymon REVERSES with an arm wringer, flipping him over onto his back! Rocko follows through with the ELBOW into the sternum!
DM: Stalker's clutching his chest in PAIN... and now Rocko's going to the TURNBUCKLE! High-risk maneuver coming up, with Daymon going to the second rope... COMING OFF... AND HE NAILS THE KNEE DROP ACROSS THE FACE OF STALKER!!
DT: “The Undying” Rocko Daymon is PUTTING IT TO his arch-nemesis here tonight in Sin City! Stalker looks to be OUT, and the referee is beginning the ten count once again!
*ONE!*
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*TWO!*
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*THREE!*
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DM: Daymon paces around on his side of the ring like a caged animal... just watching, and WAITING!
*FOUR!*
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*FIVE!*
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DT: ...Stalker is showing SIGNS OF LIFE now! He rolls over onto his hands and knees... probably trying to remember where he is...
MN: I have a feeling he has that problem a lot in life.
*SIX!!*
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DM: This is getting SERIOUS now!
DT: Stalker hears the count, and he's forcing himself to MOVE!
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*SEVEN!!*
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DT: He's UP!!
MN: Oh, but I bet he'll wish he WASN'T here in a moment!
DM: Rocko Daymon advances... but Stalker SLIPS OUT OF THE RING!
Crowd: “BOOOOOO!!”
DT: Daymon has Stalker ON THE RUN!!
DM: These fans may disapprove, but Stalker knows where his strengths are! He's going to bring this fight back into HIS territory, and Rocko Daymon has no choice but to follow!
MN: The classic tragic idiot hero... walking blindly right into his downfall.
DM: Daymon is in quick pursuit to the outside! He isn't going to give Stalker even a SECOND of rest! Here comes Stalker around the corner to get away, but Daymon is GIVING CHASE!! I get the feeling Stalker's LEADING HIM somewhere!
DT: Stalker SKIDDING to a stop at the barricade... spins around... AND HE CATCHES THE CHARGING ROCKO DAYMON with a BACK BODY DROP OVER THE BARRICADE and INTO THE CROWD!! Oh boy, things can get REALLY dangerous here!
MN: Time for security to earn that paycheck!
DM: Daymon pulls himself off of that unforgiving concrete floor as the security officials try to hold the fans back at a safe distance... here's Stalker, perching himself on the GUARDRAIL now -- AND COMES OFF WITH A DIVING LARIAT that catches Rocko right in the throat and sends him back to the floor!
DT: The brawl has now spread into the ringside seats, and there's no telling WHAT might happen among all of those bodies! But what should concern Rocko Daymon the MOST right now is the overwhelming abundance of CHAIRS in Stalker's vicinity!
DM: Stalker picking up a chair NOW as Rocko Daymon rises to his feet, but Rocko's got his BACK TO HIM!! LOOK OUT, ROCKO!!
SFX: *CRACK!!*
Crowd: “OOOOOOHHHH!!*
DT: TOO LATE!! He took ALL OF THAT RIGHT IN THE BACK...
DM: ...and ROCKO JUST SHRUGS IT OFF!! Daymon turns to Stalker, who's already looking to STRIKE AGAIN!!!
SFX: *CRACK!!*
Crowd: “OOOOOHHHHH!!!!”
DT: RIGHT IN THE FACE... and Daymon KEEPS STANDING!!
MN: Jeez, is he the MAN OF STEEL now or something?!
DM: Stalker standing in disbelief, and Daymon is RAGING... Stalker with ANOTHER chairshot -- !!
SFX: *CRACK!!*
DM: And HE FINALLY PUTS DAYMON TO HIS KNEES!! Stalker SWINGING AGAIN!!
SFX: *CRACK!!!*
DT: RIGHT ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! GOOD GOD!!! How much can Rocko Daymon TAKE of this?! Daymon on his hands and knees... STILL trying to rise!!
SFX: *CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!*
DM: And Stalker just UNLOADS ON HIM!!! Man, it's like he's trying to POUND HIM completely into that concrete using that chair!
MN: If Rocko's got any brain cells left, he might as well STAY down at this point!
DT: I'm at a complete loss of words right now! NO human being should go through this kind of punishment... I don't care WHAT he's done!
DM: Daymon is OUT!!
*ONE!*
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*TWO!*
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*THREE!*
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DM: It was smart thinking on the part of Stalker to take this match back to the outside, in his natural territory! He's got all those potential weapons at his expense, and he's perfectly willing and able to pick up anything that isn't nailed down if it can make a nice, sickening THUD against Rocko Daymon's head!
DT: Stalker's still got that chair in hand, looming over the fallen body of Rocko Daymon... and meanwhile, the referee continues to COUNT! Is Daymon GONE?!
*FOUR!*
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*FIVE!!*
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DT: He's showing SIGNS OF LIFE! God, how can ANYBODY come back from that!?
DM: I don't know, but Stalker's got that chair held ready and poised for another strike the moment he gets to his feet!
MN: Oh man... BATTER UP!
*SIX!!*
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DT: Daymon is UP --
SFX: *CRACK!!!*
DT: -- and RIGHT DOWN AGAIN as Stalker PASTES HIM with that steel chair in his hands! Daymon FLAT ON HIS BACK... and the ref starts the count AGAIN!
*ONE!*
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*TWO!*
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*THREE!*
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*FOUR!*
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DT: Looks like Daymon is trying to get to his feet AGAIN... but Stalker hasn't even MOVED from where he's standing!
DM: At this point, every time Rocko gets up, Stalker is going to TAKE HIS HEAD OFF with that chair!
*FIVE!*
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DT: Daymon is UP NOW --
SFX: *CRACK!!*
DT: AND HE BARELY HAD A MOMENT TO LOOK AROUND before Stalker PUT THAT CHAIR TO FACE once again! Rocko DROPS TO THE FLOOR... and the ten count BEGINS AGAIN!
*ONE!*
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*TWO!*
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DT: I'm sure Stalker is perfectly willing to stand there ALL NIGHT and crack Rocko Daymon over the head with that chair until he finally CAN'T get to his feet anymore!
MN: Man, with a name like “The Undying”... that could take ALL NIGHT!
*THREE!*
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*FOUR!*
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DM: Still nothing out of Daymon... but with the way Stalker's been wailing away at his cranium with that steel chair, I’m hardly SURPRISED!
DT: Stalker CROWS with triumph as he holds up the chair... and the ringside fans are letting him HEAR IT!!
Crowd: “BOOOOOOOO!”
*FIVE!!*
DT: Rocko is coming to... but Stalker's got his attention turned AWAY from him right now, instead jawing with some of those ringside fans just a few feet away from the action!
DM: I think somebody called him “GARBAGE WRESTLER”, and he took a bit of offense to that! But hey, when over HALF of your offense is swinging a chair into the other guy... can you really argue with him?!
MN: Somebody get that drunk asshat out of the arena and back into the casino where he can gleefully throw away his hard-earned money...
*SIX!!*
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*SEVEN!!*
DM: Rocko on his hands and knees now... he's gotta HURRY though!
DT: OH MAN!! That rowdy fan just THREW HIS DRINK into Stalker's face! Stalker LUNGES FOR HIM, but there's a WALL of security and other fans blocking the way!
MN: Oh buddy, shouldn't have done that! Now YOU'RE getting a chair to the face!
DT: Fans and security are working together to keep Stalker from ripping that fan's HEAD off! Meanwhile... Rocko Daymon has MADE IT TO HIS FEET, and Stalker DOESN'T SEE HIM!!
DM: He got TOO COCKY!! Stalker, finally turning back to his opponent... SWINGS A WILD CHAIR, but hits nothing but the AIR as Rocko Daymon DUCKS the shot! Stalker spins around again, holding that CHAIR HIGH -- AND HE RUNS STRAIGHT INTO A POWERSLAM -- !!!
SFX: *CRASH!!*
Crowd: *POP!!!*
DT: MY GOD, DAYMON JUST POWERSLAMMED HIM INTO A BUNCH OF EMPTY RINGSIDE CHAIRS!!
MN: You know, people pay GOOD MONEY for those seats, and these guys are RUINING their experience!
DM: Daymon still looks like he's shaking the effects of those repeated CHAIR SHOTS to his head... but something is forcing his body to keep moving, as he now strips the beaten Stalker off the pile of mangled steel chair!
DT: Stalker is in too much agony to defend himself... Daymon with a standing leg head-scissor... LIFTS STALKER UP OVER HIS SHOULDER!! OH MAN, HE'S GOT HIM IN THE CRUCIFIX HOLD!!
DM: What does Rocko Daymon have planned HERE?! Stalker finally realizes what's happening, and he's trying to SQUIRM FREE... but he's TOO LATE!! Rocko Daymon with a CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB -- !!
SFX: *BANG!!*
DT: GOOD GOD ALMIGHT, HE THREW STALKER RIGHT INTO THE GUARDRAIL!! HE COULD HAVE BROKE HIS BACK DOING THAT!!
MN: Forget keeping him down for TEN SECONDS... Rocko Daymon is trying to CRIPPLE that maniac!
DM: Daymon is FROTHING with anger as the referee begins the ten count...
*ONE!*
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*TWO!*
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DT: And DAYMON breaks the count by moving in and bringing Stalker back to his feet on his own! He's TIRED OF WAITING! Rocko tells the security and the brimming crowd of ringside onlookers to move aside... and just RUNS STALKER STRAIGHT INTO A GARBAGE CAN!!
DM: Put a big ol' DENT in the side of that trash barrel! Rocko Daymon is really showing he can scrap with the best of Stalker!
MN: Am I the ONLY one that sees the irony in these two guys wrestling around a TRASH CAN?!
DT: Daymon running in for a KICK... but Stalker QUICKLY grabs the garbage can and uses it as a SHIELD!! Daymon is KNOCKED OFF BALANCE, and that gives Stalker the opportunity to scramble to his feet!
DM: The ever-resourceful Stalker slips out of another jam... but Rocko quickly moves in to intercept him! NO!! Stalker with a LOW running shoulder block... and he just KNOCKED ROCKO BACK INTO A BUNCH OF FANS and SECURITY GUARDS!!
DT: Daymon is tangled up in a mess of bodies, and meanwhile, Stalker tries to make an escape to the upper levels, climbing the guardrail to reach the stairs -- no, HE'S PERCHING HIMSELF ON THE RAIL!!
MN: WHAT THE FUCK?!
DT: STALKER WITH A FRIGGIN' MOONSAULT!! HE JUST LAID OUT DAYMON ALONG WITH HALF A DOZEN FANS AND SECURITY GUARDS!!
DM: DID I JUST SEE THAT?! WAS THAT STALKER THAT JUST PULLED THAT OFF!? Christ on a stick, the ringside seating area has turned into a GODDAMN WARZONE!!
MN: And we are going to have lawsuits out the ASS!! But if we're lucky, we can pin a few on New ERA as well...
DT: Both men are laid out, and what's LEFT of the security detail are plucking the fans off the floor to make sure none of them are seriously hurt! That freaking RECKLESS MANIAC!!
DM: Stalker clearly doesn't give a damn WHO gets hurt! Any man on a decade-long revenge trip clearly can't be THAT rational!
Crowd: “HO-LY-CRAP-DUDE!!” *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* “HO-LY-CRAP-DUDE!!” *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*
DT: God, what a mess there in the ringside seats... meanwhile, both competitors appear to be OUT!! Could THIS BE IT?!
*ONE!!*
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*TWO!!*
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*THREE!!*
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*FOUR!!*
DM: Looks like STALKER is going to make it... slowly plucking himself off his back and biting back the PAIN coursing through every inch of his body!
DT: Daymon, meanwhile... STILL unresponsive!
*FIVE!!!*
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*SIX!!!
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DT: And now DAYMON rolling over... hearing the count, and pushing himself to STAND!!
DM: Having a little trouble, it seems! He put his weight on that right arm and just about COLLAPSED! I think whatever Stalker just did only moments ago may have been the tip of the iceberg for that right arm!
*SEVEN!!!*
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DT: Daymon, using his LEFT arm... groping for the GUARDRAIL now! HURRY UP, Rocko!!
*EIGHT!!!*
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DT: He's GOT THE RAIL...
Crowd: *POP!!*
DM: ...AND HE'S UP!! But the right arm is TOAST! Forget his career... how is he going to survive this MATCH?!
DT: Stalker making a BEELINE for the former champion... and BOTH MEN SPILL OVER THE GUARDRAIL with the RUNNING CLOTHESLINE!! Daymon lands HARD on the injured right arm and HOWLS in agony!!
DM: Oh wow, he looks to be in REAL bad shape...
MN: Gee, ya THINK, Dean?
DT: Daymon is still favoring that arm as he tries to get to his feet... Stalker pulls him up the rest of the way, and rolls him right back into the ring! At least this match is going back in between the ROPES instead of among our ringside FANS!!
DM: Stalker is about to follow, but first, he's going back for the timekeeper's chair that was thrown from the ring earlier! The hardcore strategy he brought with him to this Last Man Standing match hasn't failed yet, and now with his opponent potentially MAIMED, he's going in for the kill!
DT: Rocko Daymon is having trouble getting to his feet with the help of the ropes... and now Stalker reenters his side of the ring with that chair in hand! I don't know how many more times Daymon can take a CHAIR to his face before he starts sustaining some seriously PERMANENT damage!
MN: Too late for that, Dave! The guy already walks around thinking he's INVINCIBLE to everything a man can possibly throw at him! Anybody who acts like that HAS to be suffering from brain damage...
DM: Stalker has that chair set up in the middle of the ring now... we ALL know what's about to happen now!!
DT: Oh, this could be BAD for Rocko Daymon! Daymon is back up, but here comes STALKER!! He pushes him off the ropes...
DM: Daymon runs by the chair on the first pass, but here he comes for the RETURN --
SFX: *CRACK!!*
Crowd: “OOOOHHH...!!”
DT: DROP TOE HOLD INTO THE CHAIR!! THAT BUSTED ROCKO DAYMON'S HEAD WIDE OPEN!!
MN: Have a SEAT, buddy... the HARD way!
DM: Perfect execution on the part of Stalker... hitting that Drop Toe Hold slightly SHORT, causing Daymon's forehead to catch the very LIP on that steel chair!! Daymon is a BLEEDING MESS in the middle of the ring now... and I think he may be OUT OF IT!!
*ONE!!*
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*TWO!!*
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*THREE!!*
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*FOUR!!*
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DM: I think Stalker may have finished things right there! Although we've still got a few more counts to get through...
DT: I've personally seen Daymon come back from much WORSE...
*FIVE!!!*
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*SIX!!!*
DT: Daymon is STIRRING... he's ROLLING OVER now! He could be COMING TO!
DM: But he's only moments away from seeing his CAREER finished if he doesn't make it to his feet SOON!
Crowd: “ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!!”
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*SEVEN!!!*
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DT: Daymon... pushing himself to his HANDS AND KNEES!! Oh wow, his right arm just GAVE OUT there!!
MN: He hardly has the STRENGTH to GET UP at this point! Somebody just put him out of his MISERY already!
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*EIGHT!!!*
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DM: Daymon up to ONE knee now... checking his forehead and seeing the blood! Stalker, meanwhile, has that CHAIR READY for just as Daymon rises!
MN: So either he stands up and gets his HEAD knocked off... or he stays down and willingly GIVES UP on his career! MAN, I love these “damned if you do, damned if you don't” scenarios!
DT: Rocko is ALMOST UP...
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*NINE!!!*
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DT: ...and HE MAKES IT!! Oh man, he was only a COUNT AWAY from being retired!
Crowd: *POP!!!*
DM: No time to rest easy, cause here comes Stalker, SWINGING THE CHAIR -- OH, BUT ROCKO DUCKED IT!!
MN: SWING, battah!!
DT: Stalker SPINS around... and HE GETS STUNG IN THE FAST WITH A LEFT JAB!! There's ANOTHER!! Stalker being MOVED BACK now as Daymon uses that GOOD arm to FIGHT BACK!!
DM: Good move by Rocko! Stalker didn't even SEE IT COMING... and OH MAN, he just BLASTS Stalker with a LEFT-HANDED RUNNING LARIAT that sends him OVER the ropes and into the adjoining ring!
DT: Finally, Daymon separates himself from Stalker and the steel chair still clutched in the madman's hands... even if it's only temporary... but wait a second, Daymon taking NO TIME to rest... he BOOSTS HIMSELF TO THE NEAR TOP ROPE!!
DM: Stalker's still fumbling to his feet... he rises, just as ROCKO DIVES OFF WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK -- !!
*CRACK!!*
Crowd: *POP!!!*
DT: JESUS, HE DROPKICKED HIM WHILE HE WAS HOLDING UP THE CHAIR!!! Stalker just received a FACEFUL OF HIS OWN WEAPON... and now HE'S BUSTED OPEN!!
MN: What the hell was he trying to do just now?! Use the chair to DEFEND HIMSELF?!
DM: I don't know, but that DARING attack just knocked Stalker UNCONSCIOUS!!
*ONE!!*
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*TWO!!*
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*THREE!!*
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*FOUR!!*
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DT: Daymon finally has the opportunity to rest up, leaning against the ropes... he looks like he's in an UNIMAGINABLE amount of pain right now!
DM: That arm could be dislocated... broken... he could have torn an ACL... we just don't know right now, Dave. But if Stalker keeps coming back for more, he's only going to put himself more at risk!
*FIVE!!*
MN: Speaking of people coming back for more...
DT: Oh boy... Stalker COMING TO now... he's got five more counts!
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*SIX!!!*
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*SEVEN!!!*
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DM: Stalker on his hands and knees, but he looks legitimately stunned and disoriented! Man, that dropkick knocked Stalker into next TUESDAY!
MN: Lucky him! The casino down the block has half-off slot machines on Tuesdays!
*EIGHT!!!*
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DT: Stalker... trying to RISE... but he STUMBLES!!
DM: Oh, this going to be close!
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*NINE!!!*
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DT: Stalker, reaching for the ropes... PUSHING with everything he's got...
...
DM: AND HE MAKES IT!!
MN: Oh, but just barely...
DT: The fans let out a sigh of dismay... but Stalker stays ALIVE in this Last Man Standing match!
DM: Rocko stepping up to continue... but Stalker SEES the left hand coming this time! He counters with a boot to the gut --
DT: EVENFLOW!!! THAT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
MN: OH, SNAP!!
DM: FLOWING DDT FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS!!! That was PURELY OUT OF DESPERATION, but it was EXACTLY what Stalker needed to stop the momentum of Rocko Daymon dead in its tracks!
DT: That could have been IT right there!! Both men lying MOTIONLESS on the mat now...
*ONE!!*
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*TWO!!*
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*THREE!!*
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*FOUR!!*
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DM: With all the blood loss and the excruciating circumstances of this match... I'd be hard pressed to believe if EITHER of these men had the energy to continue!
DT: Stalker showing signs of life... now trying to get to his feet! He'll make it, but still NOTHING out of the former World Champion!
*FIVE!!!*
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*SIX!!!*
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*SEVEN!!!*
DM: Wait a second... Rocko Daymon is showing SIGNS OF LIFE!! My God, he's close enough to the ropes that he can actually MAKE IT!!
DT: Stalker can hardly believe it! Daymon, grasping for the ropes, trying to PULL himself up!
...
Crowd: “ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!!”
*EIGHT!!!*
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MN: No, you idiot, use BOTH arms!!
DM: He can't use the right arm, Neels...
MN: Oh yeah, I forgot...
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*NINE!!!*
DT: Daymon is ALMOST UP!! Can he MAKE IT!?
...
DM: HE DOES!!! ROCKO DAYMON RETURNS FROM AN EVENFLOW!!
MN: You know, strangely... I'm not surprised.
DM: They don't call him “The Undying” for nothing! Stalker is FURIOUS at what he sees, and now he's accusing the ref of counting too slow!
MN: I wouldn't say he was SLOW, but he was definitely being dramatically hesitant!
DT: Stalker is looking to FINISH THIS for once and for all! He's setting that chair FLAT in the center of the ring...
DM: I see where THIS is going, and it doesn't look GOOD for Rocko!! Daymon's on his feet, but he's HARDLY able to defend himself! Stalker takes a handful of his hair and leads him over to the chair now... going for ANOTHER EVENFLOW --
DT: NO!! Stalker GETS LIFTED OFF HIS FEET -- AND DAYMON COUNTERS WITH A ONE-ARMED SPINEBUSTER -- !!!
SFX: *CRACK!!!*
Crowd: *POP!!!*
DT: -- GOOD GRAVY, HE DROPPED HIM RIGHT ON THAT STEEL CHAIR!!! Stalker is WRITHING ON THE MAT IN AGONY!!
DM: That weapon of his came back to haunt him! Daymon with a chance to TURN THIS AROUND now... he's STALKING THE STALKER now by measuring his distance in the corner and preparing to STRIKE!! Stalker getting to his feet and clutching his spine... turning around -- AND DAYMON SPEARS HIM OUT OF HIS SHOES!!!
MN: Speared him clear into the OTHER RING!!
DT: HOLY TORPEDO!! Rocko Daymon fired out of that corner like a HUMAN BALLISTA, and it nearly BROKE STALKER IN HALF!! Stalker is taking a BARRAGE of HARD LEFT HANDS to the face, just busting him open even MORE!!!
DM: Right arm be damned, Daymon is a MAN ON FIRE here tonight!! Bringing Stalker to his feet now... and DUMPS what's left of the bleeding and bruised maniac into the corner! The fans CHEER!! They know THIS IS IT!!!
DT: Rocko is drawing back for distance... Stalker has been pummeled into a DAZE!! Daymon PUMPS THE FIST and CHARGES IN...
DM: ...OOOOH MY, he NAILS the BACK-FIRST SPLASH!!! Stalker was just CRUSHED IN THE CORNER by THE FREIGHT-TRAIN FORCE of that DEVASTATING BODY ATTACK!!
MN: Thoroughly PANCAKED!!!
DT: Stalker falls FLAT to the mat, and Daymon PUMPS UP THE CROWD!!
Crowd: “ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!!”
DT: THIS IS IT!! Daymon PICKING UP the motionless form of Stalker off the mat... goes for the DOUBLE-UNDERHOOKS... and THERE'S THE BRAIN RO -- err, no! Daymon STRAINING to lift the weight of Stalker, but... can't seem to manage it with his ARM the way it is!
DM: That right arm is SHOT, and there's no way he can pull off that facebuster without the use of BOTH arms!!
MN: Man, if he blows it here, he's NEVER going to outlive it! This is like the story of his entire career!
DT: Daymon TRYING AGAIN... NO!! He WINCES IN PAIN and drops Stalker after lifting him only a few INCHES!! I don't think there's enough left in that arm that he can pull it off!
DM: Stalker ESCAPES with the BACK BODY DROP!! Daymon TOOK TO LONG, and now Stalker's SNAPPED BACK INTO THIS!!
DT: Daymon trying to rise, but Stalker RUNS IN WITH THE SOCCER KICK -- OH, SHIT -- ROCKO'S RIGHT ARM JUST SHOT UP AND CAUGHT IT!!!
DM: WHAT THE HELL?! That arm was COMPLETELY LIMP!!!
MN: HALLELUJAH, it's a MIRACLE!!
DT: The TENACITY of ROCKO DAYMON!! Stalker in caught off guard in surprise, and Daymon WHIPS his leg around! Quick one-toed spin by Stalker, who runs right into a boot to the gut, and --
DM: AND DAYMON FOLLOWS WITH THE BRAIN ROCKER!!! HE GOT HIM!!
DT: SOMEHOW, SOME WAY, Rocko Daymon was able to MUSTER UP THE STRENGTH and UNLEASH THE FURY OF THE BRAIN ROCKER!! That must have been UNIMAGINABLY PAINFUL for him to pull off, but that may have very well been the NAIL in the COFFIN for Stalker!
*ONE!!!*
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*TWO!!!*
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*THREE!!!*
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DM: Daymon still has risen off the mat, still holding that right arm of his. Who knows what kind of permanent damage he's sustained at this point! Win or lose this match, I'm not sure if he HAS a career either way at this point!
DT: Signs of life out of Daymon, but nothing yet from Stalker...
*FOUR!!!*
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*FIVE!!!*
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*SIX!!!*
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DT: Daymon finally snapping to and getting up... and Stalker rolling over now! He looks OUT of it!!
DM: Stalker is weakly crawling for the ropes! He doesn't even have the strength to STAND at this point!
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*SEVEN!!!*
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DM: Daymon is to his HANDS AND KNEES... and Stalker's fingers are just BARELY grazing the bottom rope!
DT: Both men's CAREERS are on the line! It is IMPERATIVE that one of them makes it to their feet! Daymon's getting close, but Stalker may not make it!
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*EIGHT!!!*
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DM: Daymon is UP!! He just POPPED TO HIS FEET!!
Crowd: *POP!!*
DT: Hard to believe in spite of all the pain and bloodshed he's gone through in this war, he's STILL standing strong!! Stalker, meanwhile, reaching for the MIDDLE rope...
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*NINE!!!*
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DT: HE LOST HIS GRIP!!
DM: OH WOW!! THIS IS IT!! But Stalker... lunging for the ropes AGAIN in DESPERATION!!!
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*TE --*
MN: JESUS HAIRY-ASSED CHRIST, HE JUST CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD!!!
DT: MY GOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST WITNESSED!! In a final moment of despERAtion, Stalker reached up, grabbed the top rope, and just YANKED himself back to his feet at the VERY LAST SECOND!! Stalker is up, but STUMBLING against the ropes!!
DM: He's STILL out of it!! I think it was merely INSTINCT that told him to reach up and PULL with all the strength he had left! Unbelievable as it may be, Stalker SURVIVES just a bit longer... but now he is at the whim of Rocko Daymon to be finished off!
DT: Daymon looking around the ring now... he looks to the fans, and points to... HE POINTS TO THE NEW ERA COMMENTARY TABLE!!!
Crowd: *POP!!!*
MN: Oh, THANK YOU for choosing their table!! I think New ERA's production crew makes them out of asbestos and fiberglass, come to think of it...
DM: Daymon is looking to send Stalker into the ninth circle of hell with STYLE!!! Daymon bringing Stalker to his feet, and... wait a second, he's leading him over to the TURNBUCKLE?!
DT: What is going on here... wait, Daymon going up top now! He CAN'T be thinking of what I'm THINKING he's THINKING OF!!
MN: I think that he thinks he is! ...wait, WHAT?!
DM: Daymon on the TOP ROPE... looking RIGHT AT THAT UNOCCUPIED COMMENTARY TABLE!! Oh man, the New ERA commentary crew is going to be PISSED when they get back from their coffee break!!
DT: Daymon HOOKS THE ARMS of Stalker... lifting him up for a TOP-ROPE BRAIN ROCKER --
DM: STALKER SLIPS OUT!!
Crowd: “BOOOOOOO!!!”
MN: HUH?!
DT: Oh CHRIST!! Stalker STILL HAS THE RIGHT ARM HOOKED... and he DRAGS DAYMON RIGHT OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! Stalker SETS THE LEGS, and --
DM: HE'S GOT A FUJIWARA ARMBAR LOCKED IN!!! I can't believe what I'm seeing... STALKER'S PULLING OFF A SUBMISSION HOLD!!
Crowd: “BOOOOOOO!!!”
MN: It's a SIGN OF THE APOCALYPSE!!
DT: Stalker's got that hold CINCHED IN around the damaged RIGHT ARM of Daymon, and Rocko is HOWLING in agony and pain!!!
DM: That was the SAME MOVE that forced Rocko to tap out and lose the New ERA of Wrestling's World Heavyweight Championship to Shawn Hart, and by the look of that form... I'd say that Stalker was studying some of Hart's TAPES!!
DT: Unlike that match, there are NO tap outs here tonight! Daymon can only POWER his way out, but clearly, he can't fight off THIS pain! Stalker is TWISTING RELENTLESSLY at his wrist, just GRINDING that shoulder in the socket!!
DM: Daymon is... wait a second, Daymon stops moving... I think... yes, HE'S OUT!! ROCKO DAYMON HAS PASSED OUT FROM THE PAIN!! It was just TOO MUCH FOR HIM!!
DT: God, he was only SECONDS AWAY from finishing of Stalker! Stalker now FINALLY breaking the hold... and the referee BEGINS the count!
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*ONE!!!*
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*TWO!!!*
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*THREE!!!*
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*FOUR!!!*
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Crowd: “ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!!”
DT: The fans are trying to rally behind the ONLY man to ever be World Champions of both Empire Pro and New ERA! But Daymon, showing NO signs of life! Even STALKER is having trouble getting to his feet!
DM: Stalker's taken QUITE the beating in this match... and now with the help of the ropes, tries to pull himself back to his feet...
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*FIVE!!!*
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*SIX!!!*
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DM: Stalker is UP... but STILL no signs of life out of Rocko Daymon!
DT: This COULD BE IT!!
MN: For his sake, he better HOPE that's it!
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*SEVEN!!!*
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MN: ...is he DEAD?!
DM: NO, he's still breathing... but with only three moments away, there's NO WAY he can make it back now!
DT: Come on, Rocko!
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*EIGHT!!!*
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DT: DAYMON'S EYES SNAP OPEN!! He's AWAKE!!
DM: Daymon trying to ROLL OVER and PUSH HIMSELF UP...
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*NINE!!!*
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DT: ...OH NO, HIS RIGHT ARM JUST GAVE OUT!!!
MN: GAME OVER, BUDDY!!!
*TEN!!!*
SFX: *DING! DING! DING!!*
DM: IT'S OVER!!
[CUE UP: “Did My Time”. Victorious, Stalker falls into the ropes with his arms thrown into the air! Daymon lies stunned on the mat, looking lost and absolutely shocked without words.]
TF: Ladies and gentlemen... the WINNER of this match... and LAST MAN STANDING... ST --
[Without warning, Tony Fatora is cut off. Stalker, having sprung to the outside, discourteously RIPS the mic out of his hand.]
Stalker: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
Crowd: “BOOOOOOO!!!!”
DM: I guess we're going to get words from the winner...
DT: Oh, geez...
[Snarling, Stalker rolls back into the ring and gets to his feet.]
Stalker: LISTEN UP, you ungrateful bastards, and LISTEN WELL!!
[His eyes are WILD as he glares into the audience.]
Stalker: All my LIFE, you misERAble pieces of shit have LOOKED DOWN ON ME... SPAT ON ME... called me WORTHLESS... called me GARBAGE... called me a FREAK or a PSYCHO!! And yet all I've EVER BEEN is a reflection of your all the dirty sins and vices you like to do but never talk about!
Crowd: “PLEASE-SHUT-UP!! PLEASE-SHUT-UP!! PLEASE-SHUT-UP!!”
Stalker: You all thought I was CRAZY... but as it turns out... I'M THE ONLY ONE IN THIS FUCKING ASYLUM THAT'S SANE!! I came out here tonight and did what NOBODY ELSE in this industry COULD do!!
[He points back to the corner where the ref and medical staff are still tending to the injuries of Rocko Daymon.]
Stalker: I KILLED the very man that claimed he COULDN'T DIE!!
DT: Would somebody cut this maniac's mic already?!
Stalker: TONIGHT... I did the very thing I promised I would do! I ENDED ROCKO DAYMON'S CAREER!!
Crowd: “BOOOOOOOO!!!”
Stalker: TONIGHT... it doesn't matter if you came to support Empire Pro or New ERA!! Wherever you hang your hat, TONIGHT is your last chance to gain a glimpse of professional wrestling's BIGGEST FARCE!!! TONIGHT will forever bear the memory of MY CONQUEST!! TONIGHT -- !!
[He is abruptly cut off and spun around by... ROCKO DAYMON.]
DM: FINALLY!!
DT: Daymon POPS HIM IN THE MOUTH WITH A BIG RIGHT HAND!!!
Crowd: *POP!!!*
MN: Hey, I know he was knocked out, but did anybody let him know the BELL RANG?!
DM: Rocko Daymon is giving Stalker a PARTING MEMORY!! Stalker is backed into the corner, and Daymon RELENTLESSLY POUNDS AWAY AT HIS FACE!!!
DT: The combined EPW and NEW officiating teams tries to pry him, but he SHAKES THEM AWAY and continues to PUMMEL STALKER INTO THE MAT!! Now he's STOMPING FURIOUSLY AWAY AT HIS FACE!!! Daymon is trying to STOMP THE LIFE OUT OF STALKER!!
MN: Man, what a sore loser... I mean, yeah, Stalker was kind of trashing him there, but that's what you GET when you lose!
DT: Daymon FINALLY backs off and stomps away from the broken remains of Stalker, leaving the medical staff to tend to HIM now! You can call it cathartic, or --
DM: Wait a sec, he's COMING BACK FOR MORE!! Daymon SHOVES the medics aside and brings Stalker with him UP THE TURNBUCKLE NOW!!!
SFX: *DING-DING-DING-DING!!!*
Crowd: “ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!!”
DT: I guess Rocko Daymon is NOT LEAVING THIS ARENA until he puts Stalker through a TABLE!!
DM: Well, if he's leaving behind his career, he might as well leave behind a CORPSE as well!
MN: Come on, he doesn't have the power left in that right arm to do ANYTHING at this point. Bet you five bucks he blows it.
DT: Daymon hooking the arms... LIFTING STALKER UP OVER HIS SHOULDERS...
DM: Five bucks, Neels.
MN: I hate Vegas...
DT: Daymon with STALKER SUPPORTED OVER HIS SHOULDER... comes LUNGING OFF THE TOP ROPE...
SFX: *CCCRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!*
Crowd: *POP!!!*
DT: HE JUST PUT STALKER THROUGH THE NEW ERA TABLE WITH A BRAIN ROCKER FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! STALKER HAS JUST BEEN DESTROYED!!!
[The combined officiating team quickly hurries over to the site of the crash and pulls pieces of the table away to reveal both men laid out amid the wreckage. Daymon looks slightly stunned, but quickly shakes it off and JUMPS back to his feet to draw a POP from the crowd!]
MN: I think Rocko Daymon has gone the way of Stalker, cause he is just freaking CRAZY!! Somebody call the PADDY WAGON and get this nut out of here!
Crowd: “ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!! ROCK-O!!”
DM: I believe the medical officials are calling in a stretcher for Stalker. It might be... oh, you've gotta be kidding me...
MN: HUH?!
DT: Here comes ROCKO AGAIN!! Rocko PUSHING THE MEDICS ASIDE and bring STALKER OFF THE FLOOR!!!
MN: No... NO!! NOT OVER HERE!! COME ON, you just PUT HIM THROUGH A TABLE!!
DM: Rocko DUMPS Stalker right on TOP OF THE TABLE!! Guys, I think it would be a good idea to clear out!!
DT: I'm with you there, Dean-O!
[Dave and Dean simultaneously drop their headsets and run clear. Neely lingers, coming to his feet and continuing to plead. Daymon hops onto the commentary table and lifts Stalker up into a standing head-scissor, pumping his FIST to the fans again!]
MN: Oh, FUCK this!!
[Neely drops his headset and jumps out of the way. Daymon hooks the arms... lifts Stalker up... and DESTROYS THE EPW COMMENTARY TABLE by putting Stalker through it with and over-the-shoulder version of the BRAIN ROCKER!! The fans POP TREMENDOUSLY as Daymon rises to his feet and pumps both arms into the air.]
[Before leaving the unmoving body of Stalker to the medic staff, Rocko visibly SPITS ON HIM and walks over to the ring to retrieve the mic dropped earlier.]
Daymon: Ladies and gentlemen... announcing the WINNER of this match...
[He gestures over to Stalker as he is being lifted onto a stretcher. The camera zooms in on his face to show that he IS conscious, though groaning and in a phenomenal amount of pain.
Daymon: ...Stalker...
Crowd: “BOOOOOO!!!”
[Stalker is led back up the ramp strapped to the stretcher. Daymon raises the mic again.]
Daymon: And now... announcing the LAST MAN STANDING...
[His free arm -- ironically, his RIGHT arm -- pumps up into the air.]
Daymon: “THE UNDYING”... ROCKO DAYMON!!!
[The fans POP TREMENDOUSLY! Both members of EPW and NEW's ring crews move in to move the rest of the destroyed tables and replace them with new ones. Daymon makes his way up the ramp to the back, stopping for a final time to grace the fans a last image of him on the stage with his right arm held high in the air, then exits through the curtain.]