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EPW/NEW Wrestlestock 2007 - Night Two - 7/17/07

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OOC: The date is kayfabed, as it is a two night event.

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[FADEIN: A grainy black and white scene. It is similar an early 1920’s no-sound film. The camera focuses on a door.

July 16, 2007.

POST-WrestleSTOCK Day ONE.

Giants Stadium, East Rutherford, New Jersey.

CUEUP: Cheesy soundtrack music you’d find in one of those old films without dialogue. The camera focuses in on the nameplate above the door:

“JOEY MELTON”

CUTTO: A corner shot of the hallway. Coming down the hallway is one of the maids, pushing a large laundry cart. She stops at the door and knocks. She then, exaggeratingly, places her ear to the door before turning the handle and pushing the laundry cart in.

CUTTO: Inside the lockerroom. We see steam emanating from the door to the right, presumably the showers where Joey Melton is showering.

“Mr. Melton must be in the shower,” says the maid through subtitles. “I’ll just grab his wrestling attire and return them when they’re nice and clean.”

The cleaning lady waltzes over to a duffle bag on the bench. She reaches high in the air before planting her hand in the bag. She pulls it out and places the ring tights in the laundry cart. She then reaches in again and this time pulls out Melton’s jockstrap. She chuckles to herself before also tossing it on top of the laundry cart.

“Now off to the washing machine!” appears on the bottom of the screen as the scene goes completely white before settling back down to its grainy black and white normalcy.

The maid goes to the far side of the cart and begins pushing it. She gets towards the door.

CUTTO: Closeup of the maid’s face as her expression turns from one of happiness to one of shock and horror!

CUTTO: A full room shot as the laundry pile begins to rumble.

CUTTO: The laundry tumbling to the floor.

CUTTO: The maid covering her eyes.

CUTTO: Beau Michaels popping out from underneath all the clothes, his teeth firmly clenched around the front of the Joey Melton jockstrap. He hops out of the laundry cart, and wipes the sweat from his brow.

CUTTO: The maid taking her hands from her eyes and looking on astonished at Michaels.

CUTTO: Michaels taking the jockstrap from his teeth.

“Mmm salty!” the subtitles ring out.

CUTTO: A shot from the doorway. Beau Michaels turns and begins approaching it. As Michaels gets closer and closer, the view is obstructed until..

CLIP. The film roll ends as we see some of the negatives roll past until the screen turns entirely white.

Fade to……
 

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Not So Tactful

[CUTTO: Backstage, where Sam Baxter is spotted near a door leading out of the arena.]

BAXTER: "I am indeed here once again, at WrestleStock 2007! It seems some of the Superstars from both promotions are coming through these doors, sneaky as they're not far from the locker rooms! I'm just happy to have the chance to catch a word with a few of them, backstage at this joint Pay-Per-View event! Oh wait, here comes one now! Who will it be?"

[The door slides open and in walks Larry Tact, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, wearing a pair of grey suits and slacks with a royal blue dress shirt underneath. He waves off Baxter, who approaches, but the reporter is persistent.]

BAXTER: "Larry Tact! This is a huge event for both promotions! Just a word from you about what this match means to you tonight..."

[Tact pauses and tilts his head, then turns to Baxter.]

TACT: "Anyone watching the television this past week KNOWS what this match is for me. Anybody who's seen me in New ERA of Wrestling since I've returned know what this match means to me, Baxter. It's the same thing every match has meant to me, in the big picture, since I began wrestling in NEW."

BAXTER: "Oooh! The suspense is killing me!"

[Tact looks at him, for a moment speechless. Then he shakes his head, and slaps Sam Baxter on the back, causing the NEW interviewer to lose his balance for a moment, and start wheezing from the impact.]

TACT: "The title, Baxter! It's all about the World Heavyweight Championship. Anyone who isn't in it for the World Title, in the end... they either accept their place in whatever niche they've found themselves in this sport... or they're wasting their time. But let me tell you, Baxter, I don't waste time. I won't sacrifice myself for this sport for nothing. I'm taking some things, and I'll be leaving something, too."

[Regaining his composure, Sam Baxter is right back on top of things.]

BAXTER: "You want to take the title, of course!"

TACT: "No doubt about that. And I won't be waiting until I'm done and on the way out. I'm taking the NEW World Heavyweight Championship, to strap around MY waist once again, and I don't intend on stopping until I have it... TONIGHT."

BAXTER: "What do you mean, though, when you say you'll be leaving something?"

TACT: "That's not just about tonght, Sammy, it's about the future to come, as well. When I leave, I won't be needing any monument. I won't be needing a tribute. I'll have left all I need to be remembered. Because I will leave my legacy... and it will be that of a legend. But for now the legend, and the legacy, continue being written, with tonight. With WrestleStock. With six men, dueling ladders, and two victories to be had. But there's only one victory I'm interested in. It's made of the finest gold, and is the sweetest prize of New ERA you ever will lay your hands upon. And tonight, Sammy, on this grand stage we've been presented with.... that sweetest prize will be mine again.

And do you know what that is?"

[Baxter looks a bit puzzled, trying to think of an answer.]

BAXTER: "I... I'm not sure..... what is it?"

TACT: "It's quite simply.... TACTILIZING!"

[Tact flashes a smile, slaps Sam Baxter on the back again, and walks off.]
 

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Intro - The Queen holds court

A drum beat echoes in the darkness, an unfamiliar but driving beat from a dark screen. Suddenly, faces emerge – a collage of faces all over the screen one by one highlighted as the downbeat hits…

“Triple X” Sean Stevens…

Mr. Entertainment…

JA…

“The Future” Rex Reynolds…

James Irish…

MWG…

Chaos…

Bored of Edukashun…

Nakita Dahaka…

Frankie Scott…

Peter File…

Class Act…

Jason Payne…

Cameron Cruise…

The Proletariat…

HAL…

Beast…

Anarky…

Tina Davis…

Richard Farnswirth & Adam Benjamin, The Highland Park Social Club…

Karl “The Dragon” Brown & Foxx, side by side…

Cat’s Meow…

Karla Starr…

John Doe…

Then suddenly the beat picks up, double time…

Jonathan Marx…Joey Melton…The Phantom Republican…Rocko Daymon…Shawn Hart…”Queen of the Ring” Lindsay Troy…Jean Rabesque…

And finally…on one hard downbeat…a final shot of Dan Ryan, standing with his arms crossed next to Marcus Laroque, who smiles and glances over at Ryan before rubbing his hands together…

The faces on the screen all light up finally and we cut to the logo, baby…




[Wide shot of the crowd as it pans back and forth with only the chants of “WRESTLE-STOCK! WRESTLE-STOCK!” echoing through the arena. Then….we hear the voices of the EPW announce team….]

DT: Welcome everyone to night number two of Wrestlestock 2007!! No, this isn’t the NFW West…..this is EPW and NEW….take two!!

[“Zero” by Smashing Pumpkins blares over the speakers and the crowd erupts to their feet in cheers.]

DT: And it looks likes we’re gonna start things off with a bang!!

[Moments later, former owner Dan Ryan appears on the stage and then, eliciting a second huge ovation…”The Queen of the Ring” Lindsay Troy comes out beside him and stands there, tensed and glaring out into the crowd…but seemingly not looking at anything. Ryan looks over and makes a motion toward the ring and she follows…and they climb in.

Ryan takes a microphone from the ring crew and hands it over to Lindsay, who lifts it to speak as the crowd dies down.]

TROY: Well….I guess two can play the "Reveal Our Marriage Was a Sham" game, Joey.

Congrats. You've swerved me on an angle that pales in comparison to the ones I've done, taken my title to validate your professional existence and did to me what I've done to you. Except I didn't need to play the "twin sibling" card to shock the world and I didn't need to live my entire life as a lie.

Did your dog eat your homework too?

And while we're on the subject, is Teri even your real sister? Or did Miles take the idea of hiring family from you and she's been pretending all along?

DM: That's a question I'd like answered.

MN: Seriously, are we running a laundromat here? Who gave the word to air this much dirty laundry?

DT: Oh PLEASE, Melton's made a CAREER out of airing dirty laundry. The fact he took a brief hiatus from it nearly made the world cave in on itself, I'm sure.

MN: Blah blah blah. He won the title last night, can't we all just move along now?

DM: Considering the absolutely cheap way he won it after Troy held it for over two years no, I don't think we can all just "move along," Neely.

[Troy starts to pace inside the ring. Nay...Troy starts to stalk...]

TROY: You never changed, Joey. I stood handcuffed to the ring and listened to you give that "But I chaaaaaaaaaaaaanged" speech when you never did. You never did. You watched the Food Network on my TV for hours on end and you still f*cking burned your frozen organic waffles on a near-morning basis. You ran off on weekend excursions with the Cruise's and then joked about threesomes and foursomes with Mercedes and the plastic Island bimbos you just happened to meet at the Tiki Bar. You rode my coattails to
the spotlight but still wanted to chase them long after they shut off for the night.

Or maybe that wasn't you. Maybe that was your brother.

If I turned our marriage into a media circus, you're the one reaping the benefits now.

Congrats.

You've lied to me for nearly five years. Your never knowing who your father was because you were the product of your mother's one night stand with a drunken sailor. Your running bookie numbers in Queens. Your marrying Alison with the Long Tail to get a taste of the good life. Paralysis wasn't a taboo subject for you, but maybe that never happened either. Yet you still think you played the good husband? Right. You've been in bed with someone else for longer than you've known me.

We were supposed to be in on the Windham Plan together, except you thought that gave you carte blanche to do whatever the hell you wanted. And let's not mince words, the Windham Plan was your idea to teach the little ****heel a lesson for ripping off your gimmick. And no, I never had to agree, but Windham needed to be on the receiving end of humiliation for once and you and I were partners in crime.

But maybe we weren't.

Maybe it was me and your brother all along.

You've made this into a bigger farce then I could ever hope for. You're a better spin doctor than Dick Cheney. But I'll tell you one thing that I'll make sure you bear witness to, even if I end my career because of it.

I always rise above. And this time, there's not a damn thing that Irishred or Beast can do about it. Rematch clause, kids, whenever I want to take it. At Russian Roulette, Joey, the pay-per-view that I made famous, you're going to have the shortest title reign of your LIFE.

Then you'll know what William Congreve meant when he wrote, "Heaven Hath no rage like a love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned." I'm sure you and Twinny touched upon that in your English Lit classes.

You're going to watch me make it into a ****ing art form.

[The crowd roars its approval and Troy nods in acknowledgement. Ryan raises his own mic up now……

….that is….until we hear the familiar chanting of the monks….leading into “Figure You Out” by Nickelback.]

MN: Well, if it’s a crappy Canadian band, it must be THE crappy Canadian wrestler….

[Sure enough…..another loud crowd pop announces the arrival of the representative of the Irishred regime and former World Champion…..BEAST.]

MN: …Big loafy.

[Beast makes a cutting motion with his hand, the music dies and Beast brings the mic in his other hand to his mouth.]

BEAST: Hold on just a tick there, you two. Did I hear you say rematch clause, Lindsay?? Did you say rematch clause? You know, that’s funny. I recall losing that belt to you under very similarly confusing circumstances, and yet …I wasn’t able to take an immediate rematch. Hmm, I wonder why that was….

OH YEAH…

[Beast juts a finger toward Ryan.]

Because YOU decided to toy with me and drag it out for a year. That’s why.

[Crowd boos]

Now the other thing which….to be fair is the most important issue here…is that Sean Stevens rightfully earned his shot at Russian Roulette by defeating JA last night.

RYAN: This is true….. [Ryan glances back at Troy, who is staring daggers in Beast….Ryan looks at her a moment, then resolutely turns back to Beast] …but I’m not budging on this, Marcus. She’s getting the rematch.

BEAST: Well, if it were only so easy. See, we….Mr. Irishred and myself have to sign off on the main event…and well, we’re not signing off on that.

[boos.]

RYAN: [visibly annoyed – meanwhile Lindsay Troy can hardly contain herself. She wants to hit something….anything.] Okay fine….fine, Marcus. Then how about…a compromise. How about Joey Melton defends the title….against Sean Stevens… [Lindsay shoots Dan a look] ….AND…against Lindsay Troy in a three way dance?

[Troy loosens up a bit (**no jokes**)…and Beast narrows his eyes a bit in thought.]

RYAN: That way….everybody wins.

BEAST: You know what? You’ve got it.

[Loud cheers]

DT: WHOA! What an main event for Russian Roulette!!

DM: That show just got a lot more interesting.

BEAST: But I’ve got one condition….if we agree to sign off on this match….Lindsay…you leave the arena….right NOW.

DT: What?? Why??

BEAST: Joey Melton has the tag team titles to defend, and I don’t want you here to ruin it.

[Ryan begins to speak, but Troy RIPS the mic out of his hands…]

TROY: YOU GOT IT!!

[Ryan, surprised by the veracity of her comments stares at her. Troy slams the mic down and slips out of the ring, stalking up the ramp toward Beast who prepares for an attack. Instead, she stomps past him and through the curtain without a word. Ryan is left staring after her from the ring and Beast looks up at Ryan in the ring, smirks a bit and shrugs.]

DT: What a development! And Lindsay is gone for the night!

[As the participants in the first segment slowly make it back through the curtain, the shot switches to the EPW broadcast table.]
 
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Nakita Dahaka vs. Frankie Scott - plus, Nakita tries to finish the job

DM: I guess getting her hands on Melton and getting her belt back is more important than being here tonight for sure….

DT: Folks….again, welcome to Wrestlestock….we’ve got ourselves a hell of an encore tonight…tons of titles on the line and the big one…the NEW World Heavyweight Championship.

DM: There are a few guys in that match I’m really interested in seeing….a few that work for us currently but also a couple guys I don’t get to see as much of anymore who have become major major stars working for NEW.

[“Killing in the Name of” from Rage Against the Machine echoes throughout the arena. Frankie Scott in full wrestling gear stands with Shawn Hart at the top of the entrance with the house mic.]

“James… Jim…Jimmy. May I call you Jimmy? Irish, that was a nice match with Shawn last night. I figure with that showing, although you didn’t win…. It’ll make you a contender pretty easily. But, you know what? Who really gives a rat’s ass?”

[Scott pauses and looks at Hart who is in street clothes, displaying the EPW TV title proudly over his shoulder, smiling back at him. Mild boos echo through the arena as fans are trying to figure out Scott’s motive.]

“When I was out with the concussion I received from the Dark Evil *****, Nakita Dahaka…. who called me to see if I was ok? Huh? Who called me?”

“Dan Ryan?... No! In fact, where has Dan Ryan been since the day I returned to wrestling?”

“Beast?... No! Mr. Chip On My Shoulder.”

“Anarky?...Irish Red?”

“No and Hell No!”

“There were two people that called me and even asked if I was breathing. One of them I don’t care to divulge. The other is standing to the left of me.”

[Frankie points toward the EPW TV Champion, Shawn Hart.]

“Shawn Hart called me a few days after the numerous chair shots I took from that druid whore. If he didn’t genuinely care that I was breathing or not…..but in fact, kept tabs on me because of his championship that I wanted… at least he inquired. After an hour on the phone I realized that Shawn Hart is not a bad guy.”

[The booing in the arena gets increasingly louder]

“After a few meetings, we realized that we had a lot in common. And we also realized that the state of EPW is going straight to hell. Someone had to step up and be loyal to the cause… to put EPW back where it belongs… to give EPW the respect unlike Ryan and Beast who are doing nothing but petting each other’s egos. Shawn and I are tired of overbearing egomaniacs who should be managing this company from behind the scenes instead of crying over and over again how each side sucks. You have a former World Champion who I give credit for having the title for so long and defending it under her own terms. But, Damn! Lindsay Troy may not make it on her back in the wrestling ring but she certainly finds herself there time and time again everywhere else.”

[Crowd partially boos while another part cheers for Frankie sticking up for himself]

“ Let’s not forget Karl Brown who was heading to a stellar career but now finds himself in a spot where he can’t decide if he wants to make it to first base with Foxx or not. Give me a frickin’ break, Karl. Get out from under the trinket, find your balls and be a man. I am so sick of the so called fan favorites here. The fans have nothing to cheer for.”

[Mixed reaction from the crowd as Shawn and Frankie walk toward the ring, then climb in.]

“Until tonight.. that is! Fans of the wrestling world, you now have someone to cheer for! Ladies and Gentlemen.. Children of all ages. I give to you… the reformation of the greatest wrestling faction ever to grace this business! The EPW World Television Champion… “The Phenom” Shawn Hart and myself… the fans saving grace… “Phenomenal” Frankie Scott! WE… ARE… TEAM PHENOM!!”

[Another mixed reaction from the crowd as showers of green and gold sparks emit from the arena ceiling and TEAM PHENOM poses together for the crowd.]

“Tonight…. Team Phenom begins its return to prominence. Team Phenom defends its fans against insane individuals and teams that try to defile this profession. WHERE does it begin? Right here. Right Now! Nakita Dahaka bring yourself and that little tramp out here so that I can make a mockery out the harbinger of what is all evil!”

[Frankie throws the microphone out of the ring, high fives Hart and turns toward the ring entrance awaiting his opponent as sound is returned to the EPW announce team.]

DT: So, a Team Phenom reformation!

DM: That’s taking an old page out right there…

MN: New and Improved!

DT: New and improved over Dan Ryan, Kevin Powers and Gabriel Poe??

MN: Eh, they were overrated.

DM: Dan was just out here ya know…I don’t think he’s gone yet. He might be listening.

MN: So what?? I’ll say whatever the hell I want!

DM: Even with him standing right behind you?

MN: WHAT?!?

[Neely jerks around quickly to see no one there, but the quick motion sends him tumbling off of his chair to the floor…..at which Dave and Dean laugh….loudly….]

DT: Hoo boy!...

MN: [getting back to his seated position] I hate you both.

[“Gently” by Slipknot starts up and the lights go down. Fog slowly billows from the top of the ramp as a spotlight flickers from above. A video of Nakita Dahaka begins to play, but before the first strains of the song can even be heard, Dahaka is running down the ramp and diving into the ring head first.]

DT: And here comes Dahaka!!

[Dahaka is up quickly laying into Scott. Deliliah is tentatively making her way down the ramp.]

DT: Dahaka in and backing Scott up with those right hands!! Scott up against the ropes and Dahaka now throwing forearm shivers the Frankie Scott’s temple!

DM: The Dark Phenom is on the attack right out of the gate! This thing got personal a long time ago and it will certainly not be one of our more technical matchups tonight.

DT: Dahaka with a hard knife edge chop! Another! Whip across the ring and into the ropes! Scott comes back and Nakita Dahaka just ran through him like a bulldozer!! Scott up to a knee….running knee lift by Dahaka!!

MN: I bet that girl would tear you apart in the bedroom.

DM: Most girls would tear YOU apart BEFORE you got the the bedroom.

MN: That’s not a problem. I’m not above exhibitionism.

DM: I’m glad I haven’t eaten yet….

DT: Dahaka over and laying stomps in to the side of the head of Scott!

[Camera shot of Shawn Hart on the floor yelling at the referee….another of Delilah nervously cheering Nakita on, but looking a bit concerned.]

DT: Dahaka has Frankie Scott up and flings him into the ropes again….hurricanrana!! Dahaka releases….stalking Scott now….DDT!!! Here’s the cover!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO! Frankie Scott just gets the shoulder up!

DM: Frankie Scott is in a world of trouble here! He better get something going soon or this is gonna get really ugly!

DT: Scott struggling to gain his composure and Dahaka is just stalking him, waiting on him to get up…..Dahaka behind and locks in a full nelson….Scott with a low blow!! Dahaka staggers back….. [shot of Dahaka stumbling back, but looking mostly annoyed] ..and comes back in with a devastating clothesline that turns Frankie Scott inside out!!

DM: I think Frankie forgot for a second that he was fighting a woman.

MN: Well, he’s wrestling the she-hulk. It’s understandable.

DT: Here’s another cover!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR-NO!! Just got the shoulder up at the count of two!!

DM: Frankie is gettin’ pummeled in there!

DT: Nakita pulling Frankie up now….and tossing him unceremoniously through the ropes to the outside!!

[Nakita raises her arms and closes her eyes, drawing boos from the crowd. On the outside, Delilah seruptitiously goes over to check on Frankie Scott. Delilah opens her eyes and sees what’s going on and her expression deepens into a scowl. Dahaka goes to the ropes and screams down at Delilah…

“Get away from him!!”]

DT: Delilah Demonik is over showing some compassion for the man that saved her a while back and Nakita Dahaka doesn’t like it ONE BIT.

MN: Of course she’s not happy! Her manager is consorting with the enemy for crying out loud!!

DT: Delilah now….looking up at Nakita….she doesn’t look happy….

[shot of Delilah look up, eyes narrowing….then looking back at Scott and finally moving away…]

DT: Dahaka grabbing the ropes….springboard plancha and she just wipes out Frankie Scott!!!!

[shot of Delilah…wincing. Dahaka pulls Scott up and flings him back into the ring. Dahaka gets in Delilah’s face and says some things to her out of the range of the microphone…then climbs back in.]

DT: Dahaka now back in….

[shot of Shawn Hart…creeping over to Delilah’s side, who’s clearly distraught….

“You gonna let her do that to you?” – is heard on the ringside mic….

..back to the ring…]

DT: Dahaka pulling Frankie back up and he’s basically dead weight right now….

DM: She could probably pin him right now, but she’s taking her sweet time.

DT: Dahaka gets him up around the waist and slings him over her shoulder…..over to the turnbuckle now and she deposits him there in a seated position….

[Shot of the outside….Shawn Hart still talking to Delilah, who’s looking down unresponsive…

DT: …Dahaka climbing up in front of Scott….

[back to the outside…Hart still talking to Delilah….when something suddenly snaps and she pulls away and stalks to the announce booth.]

DM: Yikes….what does she want??

[Delilah shoves Mike Neely to the floor and takes his chair…]

MN: Hey!!!!

DT: Delilah taking Mike Neely’s chair and climbing the apron!!! Dahaka has Scott up and on the top rope….Delilah swings for ….Scott?? NO!! SHE CRACKS NAKITA DAHAKA RIGHT ACROSS ON TOP OF THE HEAD!!!!

[Delilah stands there…in shock….not sure of what just happened, then steps down…stunned.]

DT: Dahaka is out like a light!! She falls backwards to the mat!! Scott trying to get his wits about him!!

[Shot of Shawn Hart on the outside, smiling.]

DT: Scott standing up!! Does he have enough in him to take advantage?!

DM: What an opening for Frankie Scott!!

DT: Scott standing now! FLYING ELBOW FROM THE TOP!!!

DM: Can he get the pin though?!

DT: Scott slowly crawling over!!

DM: Could he actually win this with only ONE OFFENSIVE MOVE?!?

DT: Scott gets the arm across Dahaka!!!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

NO!!!!!

Dahaka kicks out!!!

DM: Boy, that was close….

DT: Scott back up…leaning against the ropes….measuring Dahaka….she’s slow in getting up and there’s blood trickling down her face!!!

DM: That shot by Delilah opened her up!!

DT: Scott in…locks her in….PHENOM DROP!! PHENOM DROP!!!!

DM: Oh my God!!!

DT: Dahaka pops up from the impact and Scott immediately cradles her into a pinning predicament!!!

ONE….

[Some movement from offscreen….where Hart has turned his back to the ring to count along with the fans….and someone rushes past.]

TWO!!!

WHAT’S THIS?!! OH MY GOD!!...THE SERGEANT!!! THE SERGEANT IS BACK!! HE JUST PUSHED SCOTT OVER AND NOW HIS SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!!!!!

Dahaka wins it!!!!

DM: It’s Sarge!! I don’t believe it! He’s back!!

MN: Oh great. Gomer Pyle returns….

DT: Frankie Scott is in shock!! Shawn Hart is in shock!!! Delilah Demonik is in shock!!!

DM: Shades of last night when Scott cost James Irish his TV title match against Shawn Hart!! And look!!!

[Shot of the crowd, where about five rows back we see James Irish sitting next to Erin Flanagan, smiling and eating a hot dog. Erin throws back a soda. The Sergeant turns and looks back at them with a smile and gives a mini-salute.]

DT: James Irish is in the crowd and revenge is sweet!!

[Irish raises the dog up and gives a thumbs up to Sarge, as Scott and Hart spy Irish in the crowd and become furious.]

DT: And now…Shawn Hart and Frankie Scott are livid…and stomping their way back up the ramp to the back….but nonetheless…Nakita Dahaka gets the win!!

[Nakita and Delilah are still in the ring after Frankie and Shawn make it backstage. Nakita rolls outside and grabs the chair she was hit with. Delilah stealthily rolls back into the ring and sits in one corner, staring up the ramp toward where Hart and Scott walked out….until she becomes increasingly aware that Nakita is back in the ring, holding the chair and staring her down for what seems like an hour. Delilah bows her head as Nakita motions for a microphone.]

“Delilah! Do you see my face? This trickle of blood. This is from you. It felt.. oh.. so.. good…..that steel crashing against my forehead. I’m just not sure if you were trying to save me from killing Frankie…. or did you do it to save him because you care for him?”

[Delilah denies the chair shot out of mic range]

“SHUT UP!! You didn’t hit me because you are falling for one Frankie Scott?? Well,,, then prove it to me! Take this chair and go finish the job I started. Scramble what is left of his brains and bring back this chair with his blood on it!! You want to return to my good graces? THEN FINISH THE JOB!”

[Delilah looks at Nakita overwhelmed and stunned.]

“GO ON! Finish the job I started.”

[Nakita slaps Delilah in the face over and over. Delilah’s red face turns to anger, she jumps to her feet and grabs the chair from Nakita looking like she wants to hit Dahaka first.]

“There you go. You want to hit me too.. don’t you!? Take that anger and find Scott. GO ON DELILAH!! Take care of the problem!”

[Delilah smacks the chair on the canvas and rolls under the ropes. She looks back at Nakita and runs up the ramp as a camera follows her through the curtain and toward the room where Frankie is at.]

[Delilah screams] “FRANKIE SCOTT WHERE ARE YOU!?”

[Inside the dressing room, a doctor and EMTs are attending to Frankie. Dried blood from his forehead is being wiped away and bandaged. Delilah enters the room and screams. She swings away with the steel chair. The doctor and EMTs scurry like roaches after a light is flipped on. Frankie leaps off the bench just as Delilah hits the bench next to him.]

“Why did you do this to me?!”

“Do what you psycho!?!”

“Don’t play stupid! You know!!”

[Frankie races around the dressing room as Delilah chases and swats behind him. Delilah swats toward the camera crew and they race out the door. The dressing room door slams behind them. All you hear is loud noises that sound like wood breaking and metal crashing. Soon after loud screams of terror echo from inside.]

MN: We can’t get a camera in there? What are we paying these people for? I don’t wanna see the door to the dressing room! I wanna see inside!

DT: Well…wait, hold on here comes Nakita….

[Cameras return and follow Nakita from the ring. Backstage reporter Mojo Massey catches up with Dahaka. They walk briskly toward Frankie’s dressing room. Mojo pushes on the door and sticks his head through, then quickly backs away as he closes the door.]

“Holy…uh, Nakita? There’s no one there. The room is empty.”

“Empty!? It can’t be. I heard Frankie’s head bouncing off of a steel chair. Let me in there!”

“Really! There is nothing going on. No one is rolling around on the floor. No one is kissing and no one is certainly naked!!”

“WHAT!??? What are you saying?...NAKED?! DELILAH!!”

[Nakita pushes past Massey and forces the door open. She sees an enthusiastic Delilah and Frankie on top of a few towels on the dressing room floor.]

“Delilah!? …Scott!?...I..I..”

[Enraged over the sight of betrayal, Nakita rushes toward the couple, screaming.]

“DELILAH.. You Whore! I loved you! I trusted you. Whore!...Whore!”

[As Nakita jumps over a bench toward her once loved confidant. Frankie pulls Delilah out of the way. Nakita misses her intended target and lands flush across Frankie.]

“You damaged her! You sent flowers to her!! You were the one! You bastard! I..WILL..KILL..YOU!!”

“Damaged? That was all you, psycho!”

[Nakita grabs Frankie by the head in a furious rage and slams him head first into the bottom of the locker doors. The stitches he had pop open and blood flows from the top of his head.]

“YOU WILL NOT TAKE HER FROM ME! DO YOU HEAR ME!? YOU WILL NOT TAKER HER FROM ME!!!”

[Nakita gets up and tries to lay kicks into Scott’s midsection. Frankie blocks the furried attempts and rolls behind another half of a bench. Delilah grabs a towel from the floor and scurries into the dressing room shower area as the camera catches her bare ass.]

“You wanna play games Frankie? I’ve got a game for you! Let’s play crippled for life!!”

[Nakita thrust kicks the bench in front of Frankie smashing the rest of it to pieces, which gives Frankie enough time to lunge at Nakita. Scott forearms Nakita twice across the face…..all the while still naked from his carnal moment in time with Delilah. Seeing Scott in all his glory, the crowd cheers loudly. It soon turns to boos after computer generated graphics block out his naked man parts.]

[still pounding on Nakita] “You are one serious psychotic *****!! Back…up…off...of …me!!”

[With blood running from the nose of Dahaka, out of nowhere Frankie screams in wild pain. The camera pans down to show that Nakita has grabbed Scott by the scrotum and is pulling as hard as she can. In a total 180 degree turn of power [pun intended] Nakita still holds on to the scrotum and testes of Frankie Scott while pounding fists into his bloody forehead and chin.]

[Delilah peering around the corner, she screams] “NAKITA STOP! Please Stop!!”

[Nakita screams] “You aren’t taking my Delilah!”

[The crowd cheers as Shawn Hart bursts through the door]

“Sweet Mother of all that is holy! A three way!! Count Me In!”

[Hart rips off his t-shirt and tackles Dahaka. Frankie falls to the floor grabbing his baby making area. Referees, arena security and other wrestlers pile into the room to attempt to stop the carnage that has happened. After getting a kicking and screaming Dahaka out of the dressing room by force, Shawn kneels down beside his fallen teammate.]

“This isn’t a side of you that I’ve ever seen before.”

[Frankie rolls over] “Shut Up. Just…get…me…something…to…wear.”

[A dressed Delilah rushes over to Frankie’s side, while Hart hands Frankie a towel and a James Irish t-shirt, which Scott folds to cover himself up…..James Irish’s smiling face directly over his groin. Cameras cut back to the announce table.]

DT: So….where to even begin on that one….??

DM: After a James Irish assisted win for Dahaka and the triumphant return of The Sergeant I thought this match had done enough already…but then…damn. What is is with these couples making out on TV lately? It’s freakin’ Melrose Place around here lately!

DT: Neverthless a win is in the books for Nakita Dahaka and it’s time to send things over to the NEW crew for their first championship match of the night! Take it away, guys!
 

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PRODIGY© Classic Xtreme Championship #1 Contenders Match - Jason Payne vs. Peter File

[CUTTO: Ringside.]

GHEORGHE: “Coming up next we have a P©X division match .. as Jason Payne takes on the one and only, Peter File.”

JIVE: “One can only be thankful that New ERA management decided to separate MWG and Peter File onto two different days here at WrestleSTOCK … I don’t think I’d be able to handle all the ass grabbing on one night.”

JULIUS: “Yea, you’d have to run to the bathroom to ‘relieve’ yourself way too many times, huh?”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne was only a hair away from being in tonight’s main event after stealing Shawn Hart’s invitation to the Dueling Ladders match, but Hart won it back in a match between the two to determine who would actually go on to face Jonathan Marx and the four other men for the New ERA of Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship.”

JULIUS: “Payne has been wowing people now for months across the wrestling world … and it would have been amazing to see him matched up with the likes of Daymon, Larry Tact, Jean Rabesque and the Phantom Republican.”

GHEORGHE: “But tonight Jason Payne will be in the ring with Peter File to see who will become the #1 contender to the PRODIGY© Classic Xtreme Championship … and god only knows what type of match this will be … because we sure don’t!”

JIVE: “As long as the word ‘pole’ doesn’t come within 100 feet of Carl Jacobs’ mouth, I’m happy.”

GHEORGHE: “Let’s go to Carl Jacobs who is standing in the ring!”

[CUTTO: Carl Jacobs, the lineup for the match comes on screen.]

JACOBS: “Ladies and gentlemen.. the following match is scheduled for one fall .. and is a P©X division match! Introducing first…”

[CUEUP: “Sigur 1 [Vaka]” by Sigur Ros. The crowd begins to … moan? Oh.. no .. nevermind, that’s just part of Peter File’s entrance music. Phew. File and Lilly come out from behind the curtain and walk to the ring. File, on his way down, licks a few lucky fans’ faces.]

JACOBS: “Being led to the ring by his manager Lilly … hailing from New Haven, Connecticut… he stands six foot one and weighs 205 pounds …. PETER … FILE!”

JIVE: “Those fans looked like they were about to pass out, Gheorghe.. I’m not sure if that’s due to elation of being licked by File, or if it is from his body odor! I can smell him from here!”

[CUEUP: “Dogs of War” by Pink Floyd. “PAYNE …” appears on one StockTRON … “KILLER” appears on the opposite one. As the music cues up Jason Payne steps through the curtain looking damn ready to go. He storms down the rampway and slides into the ring.]

JACOBS: “And his opponent… hailing from Payneville, Kentucky … he stands six foot six and weighs 275 pounds…. “The Dog of War” …. JASON … PAYNE!”

[Jacobs leaves the ring and the referee pats both men down..]

GHEORGHE: “Carl Jacobs talking to the ref from outside the ring .. I think he just got word about what type of mat….”

[CUEUP: “You Could Be Mine” by Guns n’ Roses as the fans begin to JEER hardcore!]

JULIUS: “Wait a minute! That’s CHAOS’ MUSIC!”

[Chaos steps through the curtains. He is bandaged from his affair the prior night. His arm wrapped in a bandage from the shoulder to the wrist, carries the P©X Championship. Chaos holds a sack over his right shoulder.]

GHEORGHE: “What is the PRODIGY© Classic Xtreme champion doing down here?! Oh my .. he’s getting INTO THE RING!”

[Chaos steps into the ring and grabs the microphone from Carl Jacobs on the outside. He then walks up to Peter File and stares at him, before turning and walking over to Jason Payne and staring at him. Finally he brings the microphone to his mouth.]

CHAOS: “You know I'm sitting backstage letting a fresh dose of tequila and pain killers set in .. when I stare out at the monitor and what do I see …”

[Looks around.. the crowd continues to jeer.]

CHAOS: “Two JERK-OFFS out here vying for a shot at MY championship! Yet I find it funny .. neither one of you seem to be putting much on the line to get the shot.”

[Chaos walks up to Peter File .. who is eyeing Chaos’ biceps..]

CHAOS: “…”

[Jason Payne, already annoyed, steps forward and asks a simple question..]

PAYNE: “And your point is?”

[Chaos shoots his head over to look at Payne.]

CHAOS: “My point is this, I'm the man that put this belt on the map. I've spilled my blood and broken my body in front of these fans night after night. Yet as I look around the ring here, things seem pretty bare. There's no weapons in this ring...”

JULIUS: “He has a point there … let’s see some like piranhas or something out here!”

[Chaos kicks the ring ropes.]

CHAOS: “These ropes are bare! There’s nothing on the outside of the ring .. hell, I don’t even see a steel chair!”

GHEORGHE: “Carl Jacobs was just about to announce the stipulation before he barged down here…”

[Chaos rolls out to the outside and pulls up the ring apron.]

CHAOS: “Jesus .. would you look at that. Not even one table .. or one ladder under here! Hell, I thought that was mandatory at a wrestling show!”

[Jason Payne continues to get annoyed as Chaos rolls back in the ring and points to a hot blonde who is sitting in the first row, just in view of the camera.]

CHAOS: “****, even that chick I gave a facial to in exchange for those seats she’s sitting in right there seems pretty fresh faced right now…”

PAYNE: “And again … your point is?”

[Chaos puts a finger up..]

CHAOS: “Well ONE, it’s don’t interrupt me.. and TWO .. I want you to EARN the shot at my championship.. I want you two to suffer like I do.. to prove that you’re even remotely hardcore enough to get in the ring with me.”

FILE: “OOO!! I’m HARDCORE! I’m HARDCORE! **** that softcore ****! Let’s do it for REALLL.”

[Chaos raises an eyebrow at File who seems to be frothing at the mouth … he turns back to Payne.]

CHAOS: “And above all else … I WANT TO SEE SOME ****ING BLOOD!”

[SFX: CROWD EXPLODES~! Jason Payne stands there looking around as he waits for the crowd to quiet down. They finally do.]

PAYNE: “Well I guess you’re **** out of luck then … because as you said … there’s nothing hardcore around this ring.”

[Payne shoots Chaos a cocky grin.]

CHAOS: “Well..”

[Chaos looks down at the P©X Championship belt.]

CHAOS: “That’s where you’re wrong…”

[Chaos lets a smirk creep across his face as he looks up at Payne.]

CHAOS: “BECAUSE I’M HARDCORE!”

[Chaos drops the P©X Championship and smashes a right hook into Payne’s jaw sending him to the mat. Peter File takes a step towards Chaos, but Chaos turns and knocks his head off w/ a big boot. As both men are lying on the ground Chaos opens the sack he was holding and pours TONS and TONS of thumbtacks all over File, Payne, and the ring!]

GHEORGHE: “OH MY GOD!! LOOK AT THE THUMBTACKS!! THEY’RE EVERYWHERE!”

[SFX: Bell rings!]

JIVE: “I guess this is going to be a Thumbtack… Chaos match! Chaos slid out of the ring, but he’s staying right at ringside!”

JULIUS: “And apparently Chaos can not only decide what stipulations his own matches have .. but he can now dictate the stipulations of other P©X division matches! I love it!”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne getting to his feet .. and he looks around the ring for Chaos … I think his head is about to explode!”

JIVE: “Well the referee carefully walking over to him and telling him to focus on the match… I feel bad for Peter File right now!”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne turns and grabs Peter File as he gets to his feet .. AND RAMS the forearm right into File’s face! Payne with another forearm shot and Peter File falls to the mat!”

JULIUS: “And right on top of a pile of thumbtacks!”

GHEORGHE: “File arches upwards … and the thumbtacks are sticking to his bare back!”

JIVE: “I hear Peter File likes it bareback…”

JULIUS: “You two are a perfect match then.”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne rips File off the mat … AND CLOTHESLINES HIM INTO THE ROPES! File flips over the top rope and to the arena floor!”

JIVE: “And more importantly … right in front of Chaos!”

GHEORGHE: “Chaos picking up Peter File ….. AND HE HOISTS HIM UP OVER HIS HEAD …. AND TOSSES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE BACK INTO THE RING!”

JULIUS: “Chaos is a one man lumberjack match.”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne stomping on the neck of Peter File … and now he places both feet on the back of the head and is STANDING on File as he starts shouting at Chaos!”

JIVE: “Well .. I guess anything would be an improvement at this point for Peter File..”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne finally relenting .. and now he grabs Peter File and brings him to his feet … and sends him into the corner! Jason Payne charges in after him … AND CLOCKS HIM WITH AN ELBOW TO THE FACE! “The Dog of War” grabs Peter File …. AND HIP TOSSES HIM ONTO A PILE OF THUMBTACKS!”

JULIUS: “You know .. if Peter File ever took a shower, and I know that this is fantasy right now, but if he ever did, he’d have to make sure that he didn’t get any water on his back or else it’d sink to his feet and cause him to be waterlogged.”

JIVE: “That makes no sense.”

JULIUS: “Hey … I’ve been sitting next to you for the past two days … give me a break.”

GHEORGHE: “Peter File quickly up to his feet … and he ducks underneath a Payne clothesline .. Jason Payne turns … AND FILE WITH A … NO! Peter File went for a crossbody block … but Payne caught him! Jason Payne… PAYNE IS SETTING FILE UP FOR AN INVERTED PILE….. YES! HE IT’S THE INVERTED PILEDRIVER RIGHT ONTO THE THUMBTACKS!”

[SFX: Crowd pops huge!]

GHEORGHE: “And the fans are on their feet as Peter File has, easily, 100 thumbtacks sticking to the top of his skull!”

JIVE: “That does NOT look good.”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne covers Peter File … ONE ………… TWO ………. KICKOUT by File!”

JULIUS: “He’s a sado-masochist … he wants more Jason Payne.”

GHEORGHE: “Payne sliding off File and getting back to his feet … and he drops the leg across the skull of his opponent! NOW HE DRAGS PETER FILE ACROSS THE RING … AND ACROSS THE HUNDREDS .. HELL THOUSANDS OF THUMBTACKS STREWN EVERYWHERE!”

JIVE: “Look! You can see some of the blood from File’s back being smeared across the ring apron!”

JULIUS: “And look at the smile on Chaos’ face! He’s enjoying this more than Jason Payne is!”

GHEORGHE: “Payne hooking the legs of Peter File … and he catapults him into the top turnbuckle! File holding on …. and PAYNE FROM BEHIND WITH THE CLOTHESLINE! …… AND NOW JASON PAYNE IS PLACING PETER FILE ON THE TOP ROPE!”

JIVE: “Jesus Christ … they’re BOTH going up top!”

GHEORGHE: “Payne with his back to the ring … I think he’s going to hit the ragdoll off the top rope!”

JULIUS: “Payne’s going to crash down on the thumbtacks below no matter what he does!”

GHEORGHE: “No! Payne turns File around to face him … PAYNE GRABS FILE BY THE LEGS ……………..”

[SFX: CROWD EXPLODES!]

GHEORGHE: “OHHHHHH MY LORD!! TOP ROPE SPINEBUSTER!!!! TOP ROPE SPINEBUSTER!!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!”

JIVE: “What a maneuver!”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne down! Peter File down! Both men are covered with thumbtacks!”

JULIUS: “Stick a fork in him .. Peter File is done!”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne slowly moving away from the rope to cover Peter File …. and he does! ONE …………….. TWO ………………… THREE!”

[SFX: CROWD JEERS!!]

GHEORGHE: “NO! CHAOS REACHED THROUGH THE BOTTOM ROPE AND PULLED JASON PAYNE OFF PETER FILE!”

JULIUS: “Why the hell would he do that?!”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne jumps to his feet … and Chaos is wagging his finger “no!” Chaos hasn’t been satisfied enough apparently!”

JIVE: “A common complaint Jason Payne hears … or so I’m told.”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne turns to go back to Pet…. NO!!! JASON PAYNE JUST DOVE THROUGH THE SECOND ROPES …. AND ONTO CHAOS! THE DOG OF WAR IS ATTACKING THE PRODIGY© CLASSIC XTREME CHAMPION!”

JULIUS: “Payne shouldn’t waste his time doing that! He’s got a ****ing match to take care of first!”

JIVE: “Payne is wailing away on Chaos though!”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne grabs the P©X Championship belt …. AND STARTS DRIVING IT INTO THE BANDAGED HEAD OF CHAOS!”

JIVE: “Thank God there are no more brain cells up there to lose!”

GHEORGHE: “Payne finally climbing off Chaos and slides back into the ring… and now he’s going back to Peter File!”

JULIUS: “The only good thing for him is that File is deceased … so he doesn’t have to worry..”

[SFX: CROWD POPS!]

JULIUS: “Nevermind.”

GHEORGHE: “PETER FILE GRABBED A HANDFUL OF THUMBTACKS AND SLAMMED THEM INTO THE FACE OF JASON PAYNE! Payne falls backwards onto his ass … AND THE TACKS ARE STUCK RIGHT IN HIS FACE!”

JIVE: “Payne is tacky … like Julius’ jokes.”

JULIUS: “Look who’s talking.”

GHEORGHE: “File unable to capitalize as he’s already taken way too much damages as it is … Jason Payne sits up .. and he is prying those thumbtacks out from his face .. and his eyes look just about as red as his cheeks!”

JULIUS: “Peter File wanted to get hardcore earlier .. and he definitely is getting it.”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne finally gives up pulling the rest out of his face … AND HE GRABS PETER FILE BY THE HAIR! MY GOD!!!”

[SFX: The crowd is eerily silent!]

GHEORGHE: “JASON PAYNE IS REPEATEDLY SLAMMING THE FACE OF PETER FILE INTO THE MAT …. AND INTO THE THUMBTACKS!”

JIVE: “Lilly is on the outside screeching away … but I don’t think that File is even conscious anymore!”

GHEORGHE: “Payne grabs Peter File … and File looks pretty limp!”

JULIUS: “Poor Peter File … but I’m sure Jive can sympathize, right?”

JIVE: “One of these days, Julius .. when you’re not paying attention … BAM .. you’re going overboard.”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne hooks the body of File … sidewalk slam! The ref down to make the count .. but Payne doesn’t make the cover! Jason Payne … HE IS ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES SHOVELING ALL THE THUMBTACKS INTO A PILE!”

JULIUS: “Oh God… what is he doing?”

JIVE: “He’s on his hands and knees shoveling all the thum…”

JULIUS: “You’re a ****tard.”

JIVE: “Wha…”

JULIUS: “Nevermind…”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne continuing to shovel the thumbtacks into the center of the ring … Chaos is up on his feet and he looks just as puzzled as we do!”

JULIUS: “No .. that’s his normal look.”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne finally satisfied with the humongous pile of thumbtacks that he set up .. and now he is over to Peter File … File looking .. well .. looking dead, really.”

JULIUS: “Looks as lifeless as the unfortunate person who Nick Jive cons into getting into bed with him.”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne now … HE’s PLACING PETER FILE ON THE TOP ROPE!”

JIVE: “Here we go again!”

GHEORGHE: “No … This time … Payne hooking the hands …. AND HE FLINGS HIM OFF THE TOP ROPE AND FILE CRASHES DOWN ON TOP OF THE PILE OF THUMBTACKS!”

[SFX: Crowd pops!]

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne … PAYNE … OH MY!! JASON PAYNE WITH A RUNNING START AND HE JUST SPLASHED PETER FILE!”

JIVE: “That’s 275 pounds coming down on Peter File … who already had about … well, ****loads of tacks sticking in his back from the previous move!”

GHEORGHE: “Payne has been in total control since this match began … he continues to impress!”

JULIUS: “If I were Chaos, I wouldn’t be so cocky on the outside … because Jason Payne looks to be well on his way to challenging him for the P©X Championship at BANNED in the US.”

GHEORGHE: “Jason Payne gets to his feet …”

[SFX: FANS POP HUGE~!]

GHEORGHE: “AND JASON PAYNE IS CALLING AN END TO THIS MATCH! PAYNE … PAYNE LIFTS UP PETER FILE FROM THE MAT…. and … HE POINTS TO CHAOS ON THE OUTSIDE!”

JULIUS: “Telling Chaos to prepare himself, no doubt.”

JIVE: “Chaos is climbing onto the ring apron!”

GHEORGHE: “CHAOS IS ON THE APRON! Jason Payne … he hooks his arms behind the head of Peter File …. AND NOW HE TURNS AROUND SO THAT HE CAN SEE CHAOS ……………… PAYNE KILLER RIGHT ON TOP OF THE REMAINING THUMBTACK PILE!!!! ONE ……………… TWO …………………….. THREE!!!!”

[SFX: Bell rings!]

JACOBS: “The winner of this match … and the #1 contender to the PRODIGY© Classic Xtreme Championship ….. “the Dog of War” …. JASON … PAYNE!”

[Payne gets his hand raised but immediately yanks it down and starts over towards Chaos, who is standing on the ring apron.]

GHEORGHE: “CHAOS … JASON PAYNE …. THEY ARE FACE TO FACE!”

JULIUS: “Well, Chaos has 6 inches on him … so its more like Face to Chin.”

GHEORGHE: “CHAOS JUST STARING DOWN AT THE BLOODIED FACE OF JASON PAYNE ……… AND FINALLY CHAOS HOPS TO THE ARENA FLOOR! Chaos is walking up the rampway .. and he doesn’t look back! Jason Payne the #1 contender to the P©X Championship .. and he’ll be facing that man, Chaos, on the cruise ship at New ERA’s next event … the BANNED in the US pay per view!”

JULIUS: “Hot.”

GHEORGHE: “We’re going to send you over to Dean Matthews, Mike Neely, and Dave Thomas … as Chronic Collizion take on Class Act!”
 

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Making His Mark

[CUTTO: A brightly lit room. The door is open and on the outside stand two guards.]

GUARD1: “This is boring. I don’t know why they have us standing here considering we’re in West Bum****.”

[The second guard laughs and looks back in the room.]

GUARD2: “Yea, you’re telling me. It’s not like there’s even anything in them yet.”

[The camera slowly fades back and sitting on a table in the middle of the room sit two steel briefcases, the light from above shining down on them.]

GUARD1: “I’m going to get some coffee.. you want me to get you some?”

[The second guard looks to his left and then back at the briefcases.]

GUARD2: “You know what, I’m going to come with. You make coffee like a stewardess. [Pauses] Plus, I need a cigarette.”

GUARD1: “Eh .. fine with me. Not like anyone’s going to find us gone for a few minutes. I’m sure Jimmy Hoffa’s probably hiding out in one of these rooms down here.”

[The second guard laughs again, and grabs the door handle shutting it. You can hear them talking as they walk away.]

[A few seconds goes by. In the background we hear a large metal door shut signaling that the two guards have left the hallway. Within moments the door handle turns and the door opens slightly. A man slinks in through the small crack and shuts the door behind him. He turns, revealing the man who was New ERA’s very first World Heavyweight champion .. Larry Tact.]

TACT: “Yes…”

[Tact walks towards the two briefcases and reaches into his pocket. With his free hand he picks one of the briefcases up and examines it.]

[CLICK.]

[Tact’s hand comes out of his pocket, a razor in its grasp. He surveys the bottom of the briefcase before digging the razor in and making cutting a mark on the bottom of it. Satisfied, he closes the razor and places the suitcase back on the table. Tact slowly walks to the door. He turns the handle, opens it and sneaks into the hallway, unnoticed.]
 

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Chronic Collizion!!! - Class Act

DT: Well, we’ve got some tag team action up next between a pair of EPW newcomers, CLASS ACT, and the returning former champions formerly known as the Crimson Calling… now under the incarnation “Chronic Collizion”.

MN: …a collision that’s recurring? I don’t get it.

DM: You wouldn’t, Mike. Just eat your dog biscuit and be quiet.

DT: Wait a minute! I’m getting some breaking news from backstage! It appears as though the upcoming tag team event has been CANCELLED for this evening!

MN: WHAT?!?

DM: What the hell for?

DT: It appears as though Class Act are not in the building!

MN: Not very “classy” if you ask me…

DM: Perhaps there’s more to this story…

DT: We have Kenny Lombardo backstage with the Chronic Collizion with more details! What’s up, Kenny?

[We cut to the backstage area, finding Kenny Lombardo, looking snazzy as always in his camel-hair suit with his hair slicked back, standing backstage in the hall to the entry-way. Standing next to him is a pair of individuals, one small and the other enormous, standing with their backs to the camera.]

KL: Thanks, guys. We’re still waiting on the scoop on Class Act’s absence. But in the meantime, I have with me a well-reputed duo who hold the distinct honor of being Empire Pro Wrestling’s FIRST Tag Team Champions! They are Erik Black and Ivan Dalkichev… formerly the Crimson Calling, but now known as the Chronic Collizion!

[Coughing, “THE ESCAPE ARTIST” ERIK BLACK turns around to face the camera, greeting it with a ****-eating smile and squinting red eyes.]

KL: Guys, first of all, welcome back to Empire Pro. As I said, you were formerly the Crimson Calling under the guidance of your manager, Nathan Fear… but now it seems as though you guys operate on your own.

EB: Yep.

KL: And not only are you on your own, but it seems as though you’ve dropped the entire Communist angle associated with your team.

EB: Yep.

KL: Along with that, it seems as though the two of you aren’t… uh, shy about your real life personalities being revealed on camera.

EB: Yep.

KL: And, of course, there’s the obvious change in your name… to the Chronic Collision.

EB: No no, it’s COLLIZION!! CHRONIC COLLIZION!!

KL: That’s what I said… “Collision”.

EB: No, ColliZ-Z-Zion! You gotta put the Z in there!

KL: …Collizion?

EB: Naw, you gotta say it louder! COLLIZION!!

KL: I’m not raising my voice.

EB: Aw, come on, Kenny, show some BALLS for once in your life!

KL: Right, whatever… Now, you guys were scheduled to make your big return tonight, but with Class Act being absent, it looks like that time will be for another day. But how does this delay affect your return to the ring as a team?

EB: You bet.

KL: …that wasn’t a yes or no question.

EB: Oh, yeah. Lookin’ good, Kenny. How’s your mom been?

KL: …uh, Erik, we’re live.

EB: Oh. OH! Right, right, well, Kenny, I must say that Ivan and I are shocked—SIMPLY SHOCKED!! Here we are at Wrestleverse, the freaking BIGGENEST PAY PER VIEW of the year, and those COWARDS from Class Act come over with stage fright! I guess they heard of who they were up against in their big debut and decided to stay home to save themselves a beating!

KL: Well, we don’t know yet… but you didn’t answer my question.

EB: I can’t say we’re really SURPRISED, after all, what with Leonardo Johanson and his goons high-tailing it out of here as soon as they saw the SUPERIOR team come back onto the market! You see, ‘Van and I fight the war on the PSYCHOLOGICAL front as well. That’s why we’re as dominant as we are!

KL: What exactly gave you guys the idea to

[Lombardo turns to Ivan Dalkichev, who seems to be sluggishly leaning against the wall he’s turned toward.]

KL: And what’s on your mind, Dalkichev? Were you expecting to go out tonight and find yourself in a real slugfest?

ID: Hm?

[We can hear something trickling. Kenny sniffs the air, and makes a face.]

KL: My God, man, are you PISSING out here in the HALLWAY?!

ID: Meh…

[Ivan zips up his fly and turns to the camera, looking unbelievably sloshed. He looks to Kenny with some disdain.]

ID: Runs like surgical or interrogation tool running down my schlonka

EB: Must’ve been from that hooker you picked up in Detroit.

ID: I vjork her in ass.

KL: Uhm… how do you feel about Class Act’s absence?

[Without warning, Ivan’s massive paw takes ahold of Kenny’s hand holding the microphone and nearly yanks his arm out of the socket as Ivan brings the mic to his face and douses the interviewer in a layer of saliva and mucous as he barks the following words.]

ID: I VJORK HER IN ASS!!!

[Almost as quickly as he moved, Ivan tosses Kenny’s hand aside and slouches against the wall again, seeming to doze off. Erik leans in close to the reporter whispering.]

EB: Just to FYI ya… he’s kind of a public hazard in Idaho, New Mexico, Vermont, and a few of the Canadian territories. It’s best to keep shiny objects and words more than two syllables at least teen feet away from him at all times.

KL: …look, guys, can I just get your thoughts on Class Act’s absence?

EB: Our thoughts?

KL: …right, I’m sure you guys don’t think very much to begin with. Well, any ideas on where Class Act may be?

EB: Hiding under their beds, is my best guess. But can you blame them? I certainly don’t. If I was faced with the news that my partner and I were going up against a LEAN, MEAN KILLING MACHINE and an UNSTOPPABLE JUGGERNAUT, I think I’d run and hide too. Then I’d remind myself, “Oh yeah, my partner and I ARE a lean, mean juggernaut and an unstoppable killing machine! We’d kick those other guys’ ASSES!!”

ID: We VJORK them in ass!

EB: And then when we were done laying waste to them, we’d write up their girlfriends on Myspace, and SPAM THE HELL out of their comment boards, and—

[Erik cuts himself off as a shadow falls over him. The camera pans over revealing DAN RYAN standing stern in his fine Armani suit, looking lifeless behind a black pair of shades and sneering mercilessly. Erik and Ivan exchange a glance and quickly straighten up.]

EB: Well look who it is, ‘Van… Mr. “I-think-you-guys-have-a-bit-too-much-on-your-plate-to-remain-active-with-this-company-for-another-year”!

DR: A dumbass stoner and an ESL drunk? Canceling your contracts was a decision I won’t regret…

EB: Oh, it will be a decision you WILL regret very soon, Mr. Ryan! You’ll RUE the day you left us high and dry! It’s a good thing IRISH RED saw the potential in Empire Pro HALL OF FAMERS making a spectacular return to the ring! I guess you’re here now to GLOAT IN OUR FACES that we have to wait a few more weeks until we grace the ring yet again.

DR: Actually, I came to inform you two morons that I was the one that sent Class Act home tonight.

EB: AHA!! You old brainless FART!! You think you can sabotage the CHRONIC COLLIZION!!? But what power do YOU have?

DR: Well… I guess you’re right in the fact that I have no power. But last I checked, a match in this event requires ALL involved parties to be contracted employees to either NEW or Empire Pro. Last I checked… you guys aren’t working for either.

EB: HAHAHAHA!! “The Ego BLUSTER” is more like it! Of COURSE we’re working for Empire Pro! I even entrusted Ivan to hand in our paperwork!

[Erik suddenly looks unsure of himself. He turns back to his partner.]

EB: You DID remember to turn in our application, right, ‘Van?

ID: OF COURSE!!

[Ivan reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pair of wrinkled, soiled pieces of paper.]

ID: I still have it here in pants!

EB: Ivan… you’ve had our paperwork in your pants this ENTIRE TIME!! Not only are we not on the roster… we came all the way out here for NOTHING!!

[Erik rips the papers out of Ivan’s hand and scowls in Dan Ryan’s face.]

EB: This isn’t over, Ryan! Before this day is out, you will come to FEAR the CHRONIC COLLIZION!!

ID: Formerly the Crimson Calling!

[The two of them angrily brush aside the deposed owner of EPW. Ryan and Lombardo exchange a glance, shrug, and go their separate ways. We cut back to the commentators at ringside.]

DM: Looks like the Chronic Collision really shot themselves in the foot on that one…

MN: Get it right, Dean. It’s the CHRONIC COLLIZION!!

DT: Well whatever the hell they’re calling themselves, they certainly seem EAGER to get back into that ring, even though they’ve inadvertently delayed themselves for a big return on Wrestlestock. I’m sure we’ll see them in action on the next Aggression… but speaking of action, we’re about to hear from Rocko Daymon…who has a shot at the NEW World Title later on tonight…

MN: And who got his ass kicked by his ass last night!

DT: Following that, it’s the #1 contenders match for the NEW World Tag Team Titles!
 

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Truce of the Daymons

[We cut to the locker room area… finding one of the competitors for tonight’s main event, ROCKO DAYMON, seated on a steel chair and overlooking a monitor. Standing right behind him is Caitlyn Daymon. Oddly enough, she’s passionately massaging his shoulders. The two sport matching shiners from their “spat” from yesterday. Seasoned NEW backstage reporter, Sam Baxter, steps into the frame and approaches the husband and wife duo.]

BAXTER: “Guys… I’m standing backstage right now with one of the participants in tonight’s Dueling Ladders main event. The ONLY man in the match to have never won a NEW World Heavyweight Championship for himself… but all that may soon change. Here is ROCKO DAYMON.”

[Rocko waves to the camera, but he doesn’t look up from the monitor.]

BAXTER: “Rocko, are you, uh… feeling in good shape after your, uh… “argument” last night with your wife?”

RDAYMON: “Bah, don’t worry about my condition, Mojo.”

BAXTER: “It’s Sam. We had an interview earlier in the week…”

RDAYMON: “Oh right… anyway, it might have LOOKED like Caitlyn here gave me the beating of my life… but she doesn’t hit as hard as many believe.”

CDAYMON: “You wanna go for round two, smartass?”

RDAYMON: “I wouldn’t want to punish my knuckles any more before the match later tonight…”

[The two exchange a brief glance and smile warmly, indicating there’s no longer any cold blood between them… in spite of their words. Sam looks confusedly between the two of them and continues on.]

BAXTER: “What are you doing to prepare for your challenge tonight, Rocko?”

RDAYMON: “Hm? Oh, just looking over some of my opponents’ last minute comments. Listening to Rabesque incessantly rant about incessantly ranting… Marx brag about his fluke of a “legacy”… Shawn Hart doing whatever the hell he does whenever the camera’s on…”

[Rocko sighs.]

RDAYMON: “I tell you, Sam… I just don’t SEE a champion in any of them.”

CDAYMON: “Oh Christ… here we go again…”

BAXTER: “What do you mean, Rocko?”

RDAYMON: “What I mean is that none of these guys really come up as “champion” material in my eyes… and the strange thing is, they’re ALL former champions themselves. What does that suggest about whoever the NEW World Heavyweight Champion is in general?”

BAXTER: “Uhm… I don’t know?”

RDAYMON: “It means any untalented SHMUCK can work his way into a title match and get lucky enough to win. Hell, guys like HART and MARX are living proof of that. But is that FAIR for the thousands of NEW fans who want to see a TRUE professional wrestler stand at the helm of the federation?”

BAXTER: “Well, naturally… but I’ll reiterate the question I posed at our sit-down interview: What, exactly, makes YOU think you’re any better than any of your opponents? Every one of them has worked his way to carry the NEW World Heavyweight Championship… yet you’re convinced that you’ve STILL got more to show than any of them. But what is there, Rocko? What HAVE you done to prove yourself as the “true” World Heavyweight Champion to speak of?”

CDAYMON: “THANK YOU! Somebody finally gives it to him in layman’s terms!”

[Rocko looks back over his shoulder, throwing her an irritated look.]

RDAYMON: “One of these days, Caitlyn… I’m going to punch you in the stomach so hard your lower intestine will come rocketing out your ass…”

CDAYMON: “Gonna be hard to do that after I cut your throat in your sleep.”

[Rocko turns back to Baxter and snickers.]

RDAYMON: “Would you listen to this sassy thing?”

BAXTER: “Uh, my question—”

[Rocko holds up his hand to cut Sam off. He leans forward and turns off the monitor midway through a promo, and turns directly to the camera.]

RDAYMON: “You know, Sam… I’ve heard a lot of talk lately about how Rocko Daymon is a fool… a braggart… unoriginal… unmotivated… self-centered… you name any sort of criticism, and it’s probably been tacked on to me. But I really don’t care. I collect criticism like any frequent traveler collects stickers on his suitcase that read “Maui” and “France” and “Indiana.”

CDAYMON: “That’s “India”, jack-ass…”

RDAYMON: “Whatever. The thing is, Sam, this sort of criticism isn’t something I’ve only heard in the past week. It’s something I’ve heard for the past year, since I first came to NEW. It’s something I’ve been hearing for the past SEVEN YEARS, since the last time I carried a World Heavyweight Championship.

So people think I trash talk a bunch, and perhaps I could take a little more of it in stride. But think, Sam… was there EVER an instance when I DIDN’T back up my words in the ring? Did anybody ever stop and think that there might be a REASON as to why I appear in front of a camera every week and flap my gums like the arrogant prick I am? Do they think I do it for the hype? To convince myself I can win? Do they think I GET OFF on it?”

No, Sam… it’s because I go into that ring every damn week and BACK UP MY WORDS like a TRUE professional wrestler… and it pisses me off to know end that, even though I hold a WIN over all the losers involved in this match, people STILL have trouble understanding that.”

WHAT ROCK ARE THESE IDIOTS LIVING UNDER?!”

I don’t care WHAT they say about me… because one thing that NONE OF THEM CAN DENY is that I’m a DAMN good professional wrestler. Good enough to beat them? You bet. Good enough to climb one of those ladders tonight and walk out with a briefcase? Damn straight. Good enough to win that title at BANNED? ****in-A-right I am!”

So people want to see more action and less talk? They want to see Rocko actually put his money where his mouth is? Sam, I’ve been waiting to do that since I came to NEW! I HAVE been doing it… on a consistent basis, week after week… but my opponents have their heads up their own asses, they’ve neglected to see it.”

Larry Tact wants to sit there and talk about how focused and motivated he is… about working his way from the bottom of the ladder, all the way into this match. Maybe he’s done all that, but he seems to have forgotten that I’ve done the exact same thing. He’s so absorbed about his own great climb to the top that he’s all but ignored my own. He’s turned a blind eye to my OWN focus and motivation. He thinks I’m putting all my faith in the Phantom Republican and my own self-infatuated bull****… but little does he know the poise and determination I will bring with me into the ring tonight. He will know what it’s like to go face to face with a man vying for the same title, fighting just as hard… if not harder. If he honestly believes I don’t have what it takes, then he’s in for a horrible wake-up call…”

The same goes for my other opponents… and all of NEW, for that matter. People have doubted me since day one. They thought I was full of myself. But week after week, I proved them wrong, and tonight I’ll prove them wrong yet again. Only at the end of it all, when they see me walk out of that ring with either a strap or a contract in my hands, they won’t be able to deny it any longer…”

Don’t get me wrong… there are several great men in this federation, and many of them are probably fit to be the champion. But when you think of how often that title has traded hands, you begin to wonder if being the “champion” is as meaningful as it should be. Can any of the men involved in this match stand up and make a change? Maybe they can, but I remain skeptical. Tact seems to think he can start a new era for New ERA… but unfortunately for him, a more dedicated and more TALENTED man is already working toward a similar goal.”

With the Phantom Republican at my side… and CAITLYN in my corner…”

[Rocko points back over his shoulder to his wife, who flashes the camera a sinister grin.]

RDAYMON: “…I CAN’T be stopped in my path to the top.”

BAXTER: “Well Rocko, I’d wish you luck, but like you said earlier this week, I guess you’re the type who relies more on ability than “luck.”

RDAYMON: “You remember well, Sammy.”

CDAYMON: “Better than you do, anyhow.”

RDAYMON: “Shut it, woman.”

[The two look at each other again with cold stares, then smile and look away. Rocko turns on the monitor again as Caitlyn continues working on his shoulders, and Baxter turns to the camera.]

BAXTER: “Back to you guys.”
 

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NEW Tag Team Title #1 Contenders Match - Saviors of Wrestling vs. Jack 'N Hoff

[CUTTO: The announce table.]

GHEORGHE: “Well…Up next we have the #1 contender match between Jack n’ Hoff and Saviors of Wrestling .. and quite honestly I don’t know what to expect.”

JIVE: “Well with the World Tag Team Championships remaining vacant yesterday when the Inner Circle and Bored of Edukashun battled to a draw .. who knows, the winner of this match just might become the first ever champions!”

JULIUS: “I hope not.”

GHEORGHE: “Well New ERA President Marcus LaRoque has been keeping quiet about the entire situation .. so anything is possible! Adam Benjamin, though, is looking to go 2-for-2 at WrestleSTOCK .. as he and fellow Highland Park Social Club teammate Richard Farnswirth were successful yesterday in defeating Karl Brown and Foxx..”

JULIUS: “All I know is that Jack n’ Hoff are going to come out here, suck all the air from the arena, and kill us all.”

GHEORGHE: “Dean!”

JULIUS: “I’m just saying..

GHEORGHE: “Let’s go to Carl Jacobs for the ring introductions..”

[CUTTO: In the ring. The lineup comes on screen.]

[CUEUP: “The Final Countdown” by Europe. ‘SOW’ comes on the big screens w/ a giant British flag hanging in the middle of the ‘O.’ Adam Benjamin and Chandler Maxwell step from behind the curtains.]

JACOBS: “Ladies and gentlemen, our next match in the evening will be a Tag Team competition to decide the Number One Contenders to the New ERA World Tag Team Championships. Introducing first… weighing in at a combined weight of 481 pounds …. ‘Yours Truly’ ADAM BENJAMIN… ‘First Class’ CHANDLER MAXWELL… the SAVIORS… OF… WRESTLING!!!”

[The duo make their way down the ramp, accompanied mostly with negative reactions from the audience.]

GHEORGHE: “The Saviors of Wrestling are an INCREDIBLY talented team. With the experience of Adam Benjamin and the potential of Chandler Maxwell, they are heavy favorites in the New ERA World Tag Team division.”

JIVE: “Not so fast, Tom. Sure, they might have some chops… but until they beat the very team that beat them at the last RAUCOUS, the INNER CIRCLE, these guys are HARDLY ‘favorites’ in my book.”

JULIUS: “The Saviors of Wrestling are looking to make up for their loss to the Inner Circle last week by becoming the number one contenders through winning this match tonight. But they’ve got some pretty talented opposition…”

[CUEUP: “What’s My Age Again?” by Blink-182. The crowd pops as “JACK n’ HOFF” comes across the big screens.]

JACOBS: “And their opponents… hailing from Honolulu, Hawaii… they weigh in at a combined weight of 456 pounds… THEY ARE… JACK … N’ …. HOFF!”

[To a wave of cheers, Jack and Hoff come out of the entry-way and run down the ramp, slapping the hands of many fans, who then wipe off their palms with some disgust…]

JIVE: “These guys EASILY get the award for ‘Worst Name For A Tag Team In The History Of Professional Wrestling’.”

GHEORGHE: “Unusual name notwithstanding, the fans seem to enjoy their presence in the ring. These guys usher a nice mix of technical and high-flying wrestling to keep their opponents off their feet…”

JULIUS: “They got tripped up in their path to the tag titles by Bored of Edukashun last week, but a win over the Saviors of Wrestling tonight on WrestleSTOCK will keep them in the running for the titles.”

[All four men enter the ring and the referee makes his final checks. After a few moments, he cues the ringing of the bell, and the match begins.]

GHEORGE: “Chandler Maxwell elects to start things off for the Saviors, while Hoff enters the ring on behalf of Jack n’ Hoff.”

JIVE: “I’m thinking about making this team of chick wrestlers… I’ll call them ‘She-Bop!’”

JULIUS: “Classy, Nick.”

GHEORGHE: “Both men circling each other in the ring… and there’s the lock-up! Maxwell sinks in an arm wrench… but Hoff flips over and reverses it, setting Maxwell to the mat! He follows up with a LEGDROP across the shoulder!”

JULIUS: “Hoff brings Chandler Maxwell back to his feet… locks him into a Hammerlock to put the strain on that arm! But Maxwell COUNTERS with a back elbow and rolls Hoff in front of him with a snapmare! Maxwell straps on a Reverse Chinlock!”

GHEORGHE: “We should be seeing some good technical action with this match, what with these competitor’s backgrounds…”

JIVE: “Yeah, it’s too bad the ‘scientific’ way of wrestling isn’t always the most EFFECTIVE way of wrestling!”

JULIUS: “Hoff is forcing himself back onto his feet, and Maxwell switches to a sleeper… but Hoff drops down for a REVERSE JAWBREAKER that knocks Maxwell off!”

JIVE: “See what I mean?”

GHEORGHE: “Hoff goes to his corner and tags in JACK as Maxwell recuperates in the ring… Jack runs in and goes for DROPKICK—but Maxwell BATS HIM OUT OF THE AIR!! He lands a kick to the small of his back for good measure!”

JULIUS: “Maxwell brings Jack back to his feet… hooks him around the face, and PUTS HIM DOWN with a Swinging Neckbreaker! There’s the tag to Adam Benjamin!”

[Sizable crowd reaction as Benjamin hits the ring.]

JIVE: “Sounds like the rednecks who watch Empire Pro have a soft spot for this guy…”

JULIUS: “I wouldn’t go trashing Dan Ryan’s fed if I were you, Nick. Benjamin catches Jack before he can get to his feet and takes him by the arm… there’s the whip to the ropes. Jack returns and Benjamin PRESSES HIM INTO THE AIR—AND DROPS HIM OVER HIS KNEE WITH A BACKBREAKER!!”

GHEORGHE: “Adam Benjamin’s got all the momentum he needs as he brings Jack back to his feet and DRILLS him with a DDT! He rolls over and hooks the leg for a COVER…”

“ONE…”

“TWO…”

“And Jack kicks out!”

JULIUS: “The Saviors of Wrestling are starting to look pretty strong in the ring… but can they keep the momentum going?”

JIVE: “HUH?! What? Sorry, I was sleeping…”

JULIUS: “Shut the hell up and drink your martini, Nick.”

GHEORGHE: “Benjamin back up and brings Jack with him… hooks him in a standing leg-scissor headlock and goes for a POWERBOMB—BUT JACK REVERSES with a HURRICANRANA and hooks the legs for the PIN!”

“ONE…”

“TWO…”

“And Chandler Maxwell breaks it up at the last second! Had a near upset there…”

JULIUS: “The referee tells Maxwell to leave the ring as Benjamin and Jack scramble to their feet. Benjamin goes for a CLOTHESLINE—and Jack DEFTLY ducks and hits the ropes! Benjamin turns around and gets hit with a CROSS-BODY BLOCK!!”

GHEORGHE: “Benjamin stunned on the mat, and Jack hops over the ropes to the apron… and goes for a SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP over the throat of Adam Benjamin!”

JIVE: “Looks like Benji doesn’t know JACK!”

GHEORGHE: “…”

JULIUS: “…”

JIVE: “…oh, screw you guys. That was comedy gold.”

GHEORGHE: “Back to the match… Jack makes the tag to Hoff, who quickly enters the ring and rolls Benjamin over onto his stomach! And now he locks in an STF!!”

JULIUS: “Benjamin’s in a pretty sticky situation now! He’s in the center of the ring, and Hoff has got him far away from his corner!”

JIVE: “With any luck, Benjamin will just TAP and we can move on to the other matches…”

GHEORGHE: “The referee is asking Benjamin if he wants to tap, and Hoff has that hold SUNK IN TIGHT… but Benjamin REFUSES!! And now… wait, it looks like Benjamin is reaching up over Hoff’s head, and now he’s rolling over onto his back! HE’S REVERSING THE STF!!”

JULIUS: “That puts all the pain back onto HOFF, and now he’s releasing the hold and both men are back up… and BENJAMIN gains the advantage with a Japanese Arm Drag that puts Hoff to the mat! Hoff trying to get up… but he gets caught in the face with a dropkick!”

GHEORGHE: “Benjamin makes the tag to Chandler Maxwell, and holds up Hoff’s arm to expose his side, and Maxwell gets in a DEEP sidekick! Benjamin goes to the outside as Maxwell grabs Hoff around the waist and PUTS HIM DOWN with a BACK SUPLEX!!”

JULIUS: “There’s an ELBOW over the sternum to keep him on the mat… and Maxwell tags into Adam Benjamin again! These guys are pumping in and out and in again… great pacing and teamwork on their part.”

JIVE: “Or maybe they just can’t make up their minds. Kinda like me. I can’t decide on who I like less. Probably Jack n’ Hoff, because of the name.”

GHEORGHE: “Benjamin brings Hoff back to his feet and drives him into the corner… and there’s the BIG CHOP across the chest!”

JIVE: “WHOOOOO!!”

JULIUS: “…God, that’s annoying.”

GHEORGHE: “Benjamin takes Hoff by the arm and whips him to the ropes… follows, and drives a KNEE INTO THE ABDOMEN that flips Hoff onto his back! Benjamin delivers an insult to JACK, and that brings him into the ring… the referee is there to stop him, and now it’s Benjamin and Maxwell double-teaming the defenseless HOFF!!”

JIVE: “You SEE?! THAT’S how you win a tag match!”

GHEORGHE: “Maxwell quickly goes back to the apron as the referee turns around to put his focus back on the match… but he doesn’t stay there long as Adam Benjamin tags him in! Benjamin holds Hoff in place by his head and Maxwell’s going up top! Maxwell OFF THE TOP ROPE with a Double-Axe Handle over Hoff’s back!”

JULIUS: “I don’t think Hoff has much left in him… Maxwell hooks him around the face… lifts him up, and PASTES him with a Forward Suplex!”

GHEORGHE: “Maxwell rolls him over and hooks the leg for the cover!”

“ONE!!”

“TWO!!”

“NO!! Hoff kicks out before the three.”

JULIUS: “Hoff has got to make a tag, but the Saviors of Wrestling won’t allow it! Maxwell dumps Hoff into the opposing corner, and there’s the tag again to Adam Benjamin! Benjamin climbs to the second rope… HOPS INTO THE RING WITH A FACEBUSTER ON HOFF out of the corner!”

GHEORGHE: “Benjamin gets Hoff off the mat… hooks him around the face… and PUTS HIM INTO THE AIR WITH A FISHERMAN SUPLEX!! He keeps it locked in for the cover!!”

“ONE!!”

“TWO!!”

“NO!! Jack slipped in for the save that time…”

JIVE: “Don’t underestimate the power of a slippery Jack!”

GHEORGHE: “Benjamin’s up again, and makes the tag to Chandler Maxwell before dumping Hoff over his shoulder with a snapmare! Maxwell hits the ropes… LOW DROPKICK into the face of a sitting Hoff!”

JULIUS: “Maxwell keeps the pressure going by getting Hoff to his feet… hooks him around the waist… goes for the GERMAN SUPLEX—BUT HOFF LANDS ON HIS FEET!! Hoff hooks Chandler Maxwell’s arms and goes for a FULL-NELSON FACEBUSTER!!”

GHEORGHE: “WHAT A COMEBACK for Jack n’ Hoff! Both men on the ground, slowly crawling to their corners… Jack is leaning over the ropes, hoping to make a tag! And Maxwell slaps the hand of Adam Benjamin! Benjamin hits the ring just as Hoff makes it to JACK and TAGS HIM IN!!”

JULIUS: “HERE WE GO!! Jack pounces to the ropes and NAILS ADAM BENJAMIN with a Missile Dropkick into the ring! He hits the ropes and NAILS CHANDLER MAXWELL with a Jumping Calf Kick as he gets to his feet! Benjamin back up, but Jack runs to him and puts him down with a FLYING CHOP across the chest!”

GHEORGHE: “This is just what Jack n’ Hoff needed to get back into this match! Chandler Maxwell back on his feet, but HOFF DUMPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! Talk about second wind!”

JIVE: “These guys don’t have a second win. They just find some fresh porno material, or something. I think Hoff must’ve caught a glimpse of a flasher out there in the fourth row…”

JULIUS: “Too bad you didn’t see anything, Nick. Then again, I guess that’s not the kind of thing you look for…”

JIVE: “Name a time and place, Dean, and I’ll knock your freakin’ teeth out!”

GHEORGHE: “Back to the match, guys! Jack catches Benjamin before he can get back to his feet… hooks him around the face… hoists him into the AIR—there’s the SLINGSHOT OFF THE ROPES—and FOLLOWS THROUGH WITH A SUPLEX!! Jack rolls over for the COVER!”



“ONE……”




“TWO………”




“THREE—OH NO, Adam Benjamin kicks out after a CLOSE three-count!”

JULIUS: “Looks like Jack is ready to put this one away! He brings Benjamin back to his feet… and DRILLS HIM with a Michinoku Driver! Now he’s going up to the top rope, and Benjamin is laid out in the mat in front of him! High-risk maneuver coming up!”

GHEORGHE: “Adam Benjamin isn’t MOVING! And Jack DIVES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH THE JACK IT… OH NOOO!!! BENJAMIN GOT HIS LEGS UP, and Jack came CRASHING DOWN onto his ribs!!”

JULIUS: “Benjamin was playing possum! And now he’s back up and ready to seal the deal… he peels the wounded Jack off the mat, and hooks his head between his legs…”

GHEORGHE: “AND BENJAMIN NAILS HIM WITH THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!! What a BEAUTIFUL 360 degree piledriver!! Hoff, on the outside, trying to enter the ring to make the save… but Chandler Maxwell takes him by the arm and drags him to the outside again! And Benjamin goes for the cover!”



“ONE……”



“TWO……….”




“THREE!!!”

JACBOS: “Here are your winners, and the NEW Number One Contenders to the New ERA World Tag Team Championships… THE SAVIORS … OF WRESTLING!!!”

JULIUS: “The Saviors of Wrestling have DONE IT!! They are OFFICIALLY the number one contenders for the New ERA World Tag Team Titles!”

JIVE: “Eh, I can take it or leave it. If it’s not the Inner Circle, then it really isn’t worth my attention.”

GHEORGHE: “Jack n’ Hoff put up a hell of a fight, but I think Adam Benjamin’s ring experience really gave the Saviors the edge this time around.”

JIVE: “Well .. Saviors of Wrestling are the #1 Contenders … but … who are they the #1 contenders to? I mean .. we still don’t know what is going on with the World Tag Team Champio…”

[CUEUP: “The Perfect Drug” by NIN. The crowd pops as Marcus LaRoque steps through the curtains, two officials behind him carrying the New ERA of Wrestling World Tag Team Championships.]

GHEORGHE: “Speaking of finding out…”

JULIUS: “He’s not going to give Saviors of Wrestling the belts, is he?!”

GHEORGHE: “He just might, Dean!”

LaROQUE: “Well … congratulations Adam .. Chandler.. you guys are now the #1 Contenders to the World Tag Team Championships…”

[SFX: Mixed crowd reaction.]

LaROQUE: “The only problem is that you don’t have anyone to face ….”

JIVE: “Please say that they forfeit their #1 contendership.”

LaROQUE: “Now I know that you might think that this means that you’ll have to wait until we crown World Tag Team champions before you get your shot.”

[Benjamin and Maxwell lean against the ropes rolling their eyes.]

LaROQUE: “Well that’s not going to happen.”

GHEORGHE: “What does he mean?!”

LaROQUE: “I’ve decided … that at BANNED in the US … in the Harbor of Havana, Cuba … the World Tag Team Championships will be decided …. in a TRIPLE THREAT match between INNER CIRCLE, BORED of EDUKASHUN …. and YOU … Saviors of Wrestling.”

[SFX: MASSIVE CROWD POP!]

GHEORGHE: “A TRIPLE THREAT MATCH TO DECIDE WHO WILL BECOME NEW ERA’s FIRST EVER WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!”

LaROQUE: “But we’re going to make this a little more interesting .. since you know .. we’re going to be on a Cruise Ship in the Havana Harbor for BANNED in the US … I’ve decided that .. well .. we’re going to call this a SURVIVOR match…”

[SFX: Crowd buzzes.]

JULIUS: “What the hell is he talking about?”

LaROQUE: “You see … instead of wrestling on the ship.. we’re going to see if you guys can survive … in the open water.”

[SFX: More buzzing.]

JIVE: “They’re going to wrestle underwater?!”

JULIUS: “You quite possibly are the dumbest individual I have ever met.”

LaROQUE: “Floating on specially made devices … will be a wrestling ring … in the MIDDLE OF THE HARBOR.”

[SFX: EXPLOSION.]

LaROQUE: “And … since this is a SURVIVOR match … the only way to win … is to eliminate, and kick off the “floating island” EACH and EVERYONE of your opponents.”

GHEORGHE: “MY GOD…”

LaROQUE: “The only way to eliminate a team … is to toss both of the teammates OVER the top rope … and INTO the water. Last man standing in the ring representing his team … becomes the FIRST EVER New ERA of Wrestling World Tag Team champions.”

[SFX: Crowd orgasms!]

GHEORGHE: “MY GOD!”

JIVE: “That’s going to be an INTERESTING match to say the least!”

JULIUS: “Why don’t you try saying less then… see if it works.”

GHEORGHE: “The World Tag Team Championships … three teams … floating ring … SURVIVOR Match … at BANNED in the US!”

JULIUS: “Apparently Gheorghe has been drinking the Jesus Juice … let’s go to our counterparts over at Empire Pro for the, quite fittingly enough, EPW World Tag Team Championship match!”
 

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Tre Day - plus EPW World Tag Team Titles - Cameron Cruise Project vs. The Proletariat

DT: Thanks guys and it is indeed time to decide the…..

[FADEIN: Black. CUE: Music. The bass thumps, your ears bump. Hips sway, all night - all day. It's your boy; T - R – E on the T-R-O-N]

DT: Ah hell…

MN: YES!!!

ICE TRE: No QUESTION!

[The melodic notes of new-wave gangster rap signal his highness' arrival. Following closely behind? A large, ominiferous cloud of questionable smoke passes before the camera. Panning down - that's right. He is hyped. He is electric. He is ... not at the arena. The camera pans back to find Tre standing before an EPW backdrop. His posture is awkward, clearly still nursing injuries he tries too desperately to hide. Dressed in NY Giants Blue, Red, and White, Tre smirked as Tre does.]

ICE TRE: You know how we do. 2007. The Empire, doin' it. The New ERA, doin' it. Wrestlestock Style. No quit to this game, son. Goin' WILD in this piece! You know that The Tre would be remiss in his dutifications as EPW's own K'ang of the Streetz if he were to ignore - quite possibly - the greatest stage this promotion has ever known. A cross-promotional cooperative effort the likes of which -- the MAGNIFITUDE of which -- has not yet been seen before in the history of this sport DEMANDS that I, Ice Tre - Mack of the Year; 2001, 2, *AND* 4 - lay it down as only I can. And since I have NOT been cleared by doctor's to compete at Wrestlestock--

[The viewing audience at the arena boo's noticeably, but Tre continues on screen.]

ICE TRE: --I'mma have to lay it down like this.

[He clears his throat. His hat is cocked to the side. His cross gleams a tad too glaringly; the word "bling" doesn't come close. His jersey is pressed, surface lint-free. Our boy looks CRISP.]

ICE TRE: Sean Stevenz. I ain't at Da Stadium tonight. I ain't even in Jersey. I'm doin' my thang back in Cali. Healin' up, son. Yeah. You done me good. You hurt me, but you didn't kill me. And that's what you gon' have to do. Take me out, T. I'm not asking. I'm AXEIN'. I'm BEGGIN'. This ain't a challenge ... it's a DEMAND.

[He spits on the ground, disgusted. Tough. Ish.]

ICE TRE: EPW Russian Roulette be rollin' out round the bend. You and Me. 'Triple X' Sean Stevens and Ice to the GOT'dayum TRE --- Last Man Standing. No excuses. No medics on scene. Just you and me, toe to toe - one on one. One More Time.

[He brushed off a shoulder.]

ICE TRE: I don't care that you walked out last night as the so-called KING OF THE CAGE.

[And the other.]

ICE TRE: I don't care if you've got a World Title Match signed for Roulette by the end of Dub'stock or WHAT! The Tre has got your ass, LAST MAN STANDING. No QUESTION. Russian Roulette is the ULTIMATE GAMBLE, Triple! Put it all on the line. All or NATHAN! No risk, no reward. Insert cliche HERE, yo! Don't even bother ACCEPTIN' what I'm throwin' at you, Stevenz. Foregone conclusion, an' ####. Gon' ahead and consider this #### SIGNED.

[He tossed up a series of rudimentary gang signs. Awww, how cute. ]

ICE TRE: Ain't no fadin' me. I can'tst be faded. Ungh. What.

[The crowd continues to buzz as a chant breaks out…”ICE TRE! ICE TRE! ICE TRE!!”]

DT: [sigh] Let’s just go up to the ring….

[“Break the Silence” by Killswitch Engage hits the PA. The crowd begins to BOO extensively.]

TF: Ladies and gentlemen… our next match for the event will be a tag team contest for the EMPIRE PRO WRESTLING TAG TEAM TITLES!! Introducing first… weighing in at a combined weight of 554 pounds… here are the challengers… THE PRRROOOOLLLEETTAAAAARRRIIAAAATT!!!!

[C.P. Nero and C.E. Augustus hit the stage to a WAVE of boos! Side by side, they make their way down to the ring.]

DT: The Proletariat have finally worked their way into a position to compete for the highly esteemed tag team titles, now that Blitz have taken an indefinite leave of absence from Empire Pro…

MN: Not that it matters. I mean, yeah… this team’s got talent. But this is the legendary CAMERON CRUISE PROJECT we’re talking about.

DM: Let’s just hope Melton showed up this time around…

[As the Proletariat stand ready and waiting in the ring, “Headstrong” by Trapt comes over the PA. The audience gives off a generally mixed but DEAFENING reaction!]

TF: And their opponents… weighing in at a combined weight of 459 pounds… they are the EPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… THEY ARE… THE CAAAAAMMMEERRROOOONNN CRRUUUIIIIISSSSEE PRRROOOOOOOOJJEEEECCTT!!!!!!

[Cameron Cruise comes out onto the stage… followed by Joey Melton. The two of them display their Tag Titles for the audience to see as they come to the ring.]

MN: Ha, I KNEW he’d be here! You owe me fifty bucks, Dean!

DM: …we didn’t bet on anything, Mike.

DT: The Tag Team Champions are without a doubt the most decorated and successful team in Empire Pro history… but is their CURRENT title reign as successful as their last?

MN: Do you have to ask?

DT: I can only wonder after Joey Melton’s absence during their LAST title defense, which resulted in their forfeiting the titles. Of course, they got them back the following week at Aggression… but do they have the chops to be champions once again?

MN: DDDUUUUUUHHH, Thomas! Melton’s here now, so just sit back and enjoy the show!

[Melton and Cruise hit the ring and show off their titles once again. Nero and Augustus have a brief conversation, and after a few moments, Augustus goes to the outside. Cruise turns to Melton to discuss who goes in first, but Melton is already standing on the apron.]

DT: Looks like C.P. Nero is going to start things off for the Proletariat, while Melton appears to elect an unwilling Cameron Cruise to act first on behalf of CCP…

MN: He still needs to rest up.

DM: …he hasn’t done anything in MONTHS! What does he need to rest up on?

MN: His MIND, Dean! You wouldn’t understand what it means to be a GREAT wrestler, since you obviously never WERE one…

DM: Yeah… how about I put YOU in an armbar so tight it will make you scream for your momma, and ask yourself again if I’m not as “great” as you seem to think…

DT: Nero and Cruise come together with a collar and elbow tie-up… Cruise gets the upper hand and slaps a headlock onto Nero… and Nero goes into the ropes and shoves him off! Cruise hits the other set of ropes… and gets put to the mat with a Shoulder Block from C.P. Nero!

DM: Nero keeps the momentum going by going off the ropes… Cruise rolls onto his belly and Nero hops over him on his way to the other side of the ring… Cruise back on his feet and bends over for a back-body drop, but NERO REVERSES IT into a Sunset Flip!

DT: There’s the cover!

One…

Two…

Cameron Cruise kicks out!

DM: The Proletariat is looking good to start things off. It sure looks like they mean business tonight.

MN: Yeah, just wait until Melton hits that ring, and the tides will be turning.

DT: Nero begins to bring Cruise back to his feet, but Cruise catches him off guard with a poke to the eye! Cruise takes him by the arm and wrenches it around, and delivers an ELBOW to the shoulder that puts Nero to his knees!

DM: Cruise gets Nero back to his feet and sets him up for a DDT—but Nero catches him around the waist and hits him with a RELEASED NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!

DT: Cruise back to his feet… and Nero drops him with a Drop Toe Hold! Nero bounces back to his feet and NAILS CRUISE with a Standing Somersault Legdrop!! And there’s the tag to the monstrous C.E. Augustus!

DM: Cruise is in a really bad position now…

MN: Yeah, he is considerably the weaker link.

DT: Augustus meets Cruise as he’s getting to his feet and PUTS HIM DOWN with a Scoop Slam! He drops a KNEE across the sternum for extra effect! And now Augustus gets him to his feet again… takes him by the arm… and there’s the whip to the ropes!!

DM: Cruise returns and DUCKS a Clothesline attempt from Augustus! Cruise hits the other ropes as Augustus spins around, and goes for a CROSS-BODY BLOCK—BUT AUGUSTUS COUNTERS WITH A FALLAWAY SLAM!!

DT: C.E. Augustus goes for the pin!

One…

Two…

And Cruise kicks out!!

DM: Cruise is staying alive, but how much longer can he hold out? He needs to make a tag.

MN: Of course he does. Unless he’s a moron, he should know perfectly well by now the secret to his team’s success…

DT: Augustus brings Cruise back to his feet… sets him up into a Fireman’s Carry—but Cruise hooks his arms and rolls him over for a CRUCIFIX PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Augustus POWERS OUT! He comes back to his feet, but Cruise catches him in the face with a DROPKICK!!

DM: Cruise rolls to his corner and tags in Joey Melton!

MN: HERE we go!

DT: Melton hits the ring and goes after Augustus… but C.E. Augustus comes back with a RUNNING FOREARM to the face that puts Joey Melton to the mat!

MN: WHAAATT?!

DT: Augustus makes the tag to Nero, and now he’s setting Joey Melton onto his shoulders while his tag partner goes to the top rope! Melton is up, and Nero leaps off for the DOOMSDAY DEVICE!!

MN: MY GOD, what the hell is HAPPENING!? Why doesn’t Cameron Cruise do something about this double-teaming?!

DT: Nero hooks the leg for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!! Cameron Cruise runs in and makes the save! There you go, Mike.

MN: It’s about freakin’ time he started doing something useful!

DT: Nero’s up and calling Cruise back into the ring… but that gives Melton the perfect opportunity to slip up behind him and nail him with a BULLDOG!!

DM: Melton took good advantage of that distraction, and now he hooks C.P. Nero into a standard STF!! But Nero fights the hold and scrambles his way to the bottom rope before Melton can keep him pinned down! Melton releases…

DT: But Melton stays in control as he brings C.P. Nero back to his feet and DRILLS HIM WITH A BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX!! He hooks the leg for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

But AUGUSTUS hits the ring and makes the save!

DM: The ref removes Augustus and Melton gets Nero back to his feet… there’s the whip to the ropes! Nero LEAP FROGS over a back-body drop attempt… hits the other set of ropes… and returns with a LEG LARIAT that took Joey Melton right off his feet!

MN: Aw, COME ON!! That idiot Cruise is screwing things up!

DM: ...how is that Cruise’s fault, Mike? He’s just standing there on the apron.

MN: EXACTLY!!

DT: Nero slowly getting to his feet, as well as Melton… Nero tags in Augustus, and Melton slaps the hand of Cameron Cruise! Both men in the ring, and C.E. Augustus catches Cruise by lifting onto his shoulder—but CRUISE SLIPS DOWN BEHIND HIM!!

DM: Cruise goes for a DROPKICK to the back of Augustus’ knees, knocking him down a few inches… he hits the ropes, and NAILS AUGUSTUS with a Flip-Over Stunner!

DT: Cruise is bouncing with energy as he gets to his feet again and waits for Augustus to stand! Augustus up… turns around… and walks STRAIGHT INTO THE REALITY CHECK FROM CAMERON CRUISE!! He goes for the cover!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR—OH NO, C.P. NERO breaks it up with a diving hammerblow over Cruise’s head over the last second!

DM: Nero back up… but Joey Melton comes TEARING OUT OF THE CORNER and nails Nero over the neck with a clothesline that sends the BOTH OF THEM over the ropes and to the outside!

DT: Cruise, meanwhile, gets C.E. Augustus back to his feet, and whips him to the corner. Augustus CONNECTS… and Cruise comes RUNNING IN—but Augustus DIVES out of the way at the last second, and Cruise goes SHOULDER FIRST into the steel ring post!

DM: Augustus looking whipped, but he keeps the momentum going by pulling Cameron Cruise out of the corner… hooks him, and BLASTS HIM WITH A SIDE SLAM in the middle of the ring!

DT: Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Joey Melton takes out C.P. Nero with a BACKBREAKER, and now he’s climbing the apron… but Augustus catches sight of him, and takes him out with a RUNNING ELBOW that knocks him into the barricade!

MN: Dammnit, that was TOTALLY UNCALLED FOR!!

DT: Augustus has Cameron Cruise back onto his feet, and whips him into the ropes… Cruise returns, and gets PUMPED INTO THE AIR with a Gorilla Press Drop! Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, C.P. Nero is getting his revenge on Joey Melton with a RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP AGAINST THE BARRICADE!!

DM: Cruise is in a bad situation now… C.E. Augustus brings him to his feet again and hooks him from behind… PUMP HANDLE SLAM!! Augustus goes for the cover!

DT: This could be IT!!

ONE!!



TWO!!




THREE—OH NO, Cameron Cruise KICKS OUT!!

MN: Phew…

DT: Augustus argues with the ref about the count, who assures him it was only two…

DM: Cruise isn’t looking good. He needs to make a tag and rest up.

DT: Augustus has Cruise back up… he goes for a standing leg-scissor headlock and hooks both arms! But Cruise MUSCLES OUT with a back body drop! And now he’s GOT to a make a tag… but where is JOEY MELON?!

DM: C.P. Nero has him in a BLATANT CHOKEHOLD outside the ring! The Proletariat is keeping the two tag partners separated so they can keep wearing down on the weaker man!

MN: The OBVIOUSLY weaker man! Shouldn’t the ref be doing something about that?

DT: Cruise is back on his feet, but he’s got NO PARTNER to tag in! And he turns around… only to see Augustus spring up from his knees and LEVELS him with a clothesline!!

DM: Augustus brings Cruise back to his feet… hooks him around the waist… and NAILS HIM WITH THE K-14!!!

[Crowd POPS!!]

MN: NOOOOO!!

DT: OH MY GOD, this COULD BE IT!! Melton can’t make the save in his current position, and C.E. Augustus makes the COVER…

ONE!!




TWO!!



THREEEE!!!

WE HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!

TF: The winners of this match… and your NEW Empire Pro Tag Team Champions…

THHEEEEE PRRRRROOOOOOOOLLLEEETTAAAARRRIIIAAAAATT!!

[C.P. Nero rolls back into the ring and celebrates with his victorious tag partner as the referee raises their arms and the timekeeper hands them the EPW Tag Team titles. Outside the ring, Melton, getting to his feet, looks DUMBSTRUCK!]

MN: What a freakin’ ROBBERY!! This match was GARBAGE!!

DT: Quite an upset for the Cameron Cruise Project… although you have to hand it to the Proletariat. They came out, they showed superior tag team skills, and in the end, it paid off pretty well.

[“10001110101” by Clutch hits the PA as the spotlight comes onto the stage. The crowd POPS WILDLY as “THE ESCAPE ARTIST” ERIK BLACK and “THE RAGING RUSSIAN” IVAN DALKICHEV appear from the entry-way, looking back into the ring with skeptical expressions at the new tag team champions. Black raises a mic.]

EB: IVAN, old buddy, old pal… do my eyes deceive me? Or do I see a pair of RIP-OFFS there in the ring holding onto OUR titles!

ID: Look like rip-offs to me!

EB: No kidding… I mean, it’s one thing to RECYCLE a tag team gimmick that’s already been used by the BEST FREAKIN’ TEAM to ever GRACE Empire Pro’s tag division… but come on, you guys don’t even have a REAL RUSSIAN in your ranks!

[The duo throw their heads back in mock woe, much to the crowd’s amusement.]

EB: Well, I guess you guys can stick with it considering ‘Van and I are beyond that whole Commie image… and we have to say, we’re VERY impressed with your victory tonight. Congrats on your first Tag Title reign.

[Erik and Ivan politely applaud, and the crowd follows suit.]

EB: But don’t get comfortable, fellas. You see, we just got back from Irish Red’s office. And we come bringing bad news…

[The two exchange a glance, nod, reach into their back pockets, and pull out two brand spanking new CONTRACTS that they hold high over their heads for everyone to see.]

EB: The former Crimson Calling have officially been SIGNED back to Empire Pro’s active tag team roster!!

[BIG crowd pop!]

ID: This is not direct challenge… but simple warning. Enjoy meaningless win. Go home, drink up! Go back to hotel room and VJORK HOOKERS IN ASS if makes you feel better!

EB: Savor your title reign while you can… cause over the next few weeks, ‘Van and I will be working our way up to your level until the challenge is finally made. When that happens, it will be all over for you. And Empire Pro will see the SECOND reign of it’s greatest tag team EVER: THE CHRONIC COLLIZION!!

ID: Formerly Crimson Calling.

[Both men drop their mics and leave through the entry way as the Proletariat beckons them into the ring, holding their newly won tag team titles high into the air.]

DT: The CHRONIC COLLIZION have called out the new Tag Team champions! It may very well be Communists vs. ex-Communists for the titles in due time!

MN: Don’t bet on it. Those “Cracked-Out Colliders” won’t even get there. Joey Melton will find a new tag partner and reclaim HIS tag team titles all in due time!

DT: We’ll see how these events unfold on the next Aggression… until then, we got more action coming your way on this second night of Wrestlestock as we head over for the NEW Television Championship!!!!
 

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NEW Television Championship - Mr. Entertainment vs. HAL

GHEORGHE: “We are just seconds away from what should be an incredible match as HAL and Mr. Entertainment battle it out..”

JIVE: “It’s a done deal already .. because there’s no way Mr. Entertainment can lose the World Heavyweight Actually Defended, Actually on TV Championship!”

JULIUS: “WHADATT you say?”

GHEORGHE: “Oh for God Sakes, guys .. for my own sanity, let’s just continue to call it the Television Championship for tonight … please?”

JIVE: “Well…”

JULIUS: “Do we have to?”

GHEORGHE: “Yes. Or else I’ll make you guys sit next to each other on the flight back to the Caribbean…”

JIVE / JULIUS: “Ok! Ok!”

GHEORGHE: “The … Television Championship match is up next .. so let’s not waste any time and go straight to Carl Jacobs for the ring introductions!”

[CUTTO: CARL JACOBS in the ring, the crowd voicing they are ready for more action The lineup for the match comes on screen.]

CROWD: "LET'S GO CARL! [*clap* *clap* *clapclapclap*] LET'S GO CARL!"

[SFX: Bell rings.]

JACOBS: "The following match is scheduled for ONE fall ... and is for the NEW ERA OF WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER to the TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!"

[CUTTO: a PANNING shot of the crowd, who stand in anticipation. CUEUP: "It's All About the Pentiums" by Weird Al Yankovic.]

JACOBS: “From Redwood, Washington ... he stands 6'3" and weighs in at 255 pounds! He is the 2006 Dupree Cup Co-Most Valuable Wrestler! This is HAROLD A. LUMBOURGH ... HAL!"

[The crowd gives a MIXED reaction as HAL walks out onto the ramp, a laptop strapped to his body.]

GHEORGHE: "And there is the man Mister Entertainment will need to take down tonight. HAL, one of New ERA’s thriving and quickly emerging youthful competitors. After a pretty strong start as part of New ERA, capped off by his outstanding Dupree Cup performance, HAL has found the second run through to be a little rougher. But he's fought hard and has earned the chance to score a huge win tonight, against a man who has been quite successful in his own right."

[HAL walks down to the ramp, ignoring the fans as he types away at the laptop.]

JIVE: "Was that an introduction or a solicitation of HAL?"

GHEORGHE: "Knock it off."

JULIUS: "You thinking about taking up on the offer, Jive?"

JIVE: "Shut it, you!"

JULIUS: "Don't make me punk you out again."

JIVE: "What?!"

GHEORGHE: "Enough already. HAL has been a fierce competitor, and tonight he'll need every bit for what's awaiting him."

JIVE: "Please, HAL doesn't stand a chance tonight."

JULIUS: "How can you say that? Wait, stupid question. It's you."

[CUEUP: "That's Entertainment!" by The Jam.]

JIVE: "He doesn't stand a chance against the most ENTERTAINING man in NEW ERA!"

[The crowd JEERS with disapproval as Mister Entertainment walks out from backstage, the New ERA Television Championship strapped around his waist. He also has a mic in hand.]

JACOBS: "And from Ashland, Oregon! He stands 6'2" and weighs in at 234 pounds! He is--"

ME: "STOP! STOP! STOP!"

[Jacobs stops mid-line, looking puzzled, as Entertainment approaches the ring, dropping the mic off at the timekeeper's table.]

GHEORGHE: "Uh, fans ... I'm not really sure what's going on ..."

JIVE: "I'll tell you what, Jacobs is RUINING Mister Entertainment's entrance! He's just reading the lines carelessly!"

GHEORGHE: "Carl does a fine job introducing the wrestlers, and this was no exception."

JIVE: "Sure, sure ... a "fine" job is alright for the rest of those schlubs. But this should have been the most entertaining entrance of the night!"

[Entertainment enters the ring and hands some cards to Jacobs, apparently instructing him to read them before ascending a turnbuckle and taunting some fans at ringside.]

JACOBS: "Fans, I now present to you ... the most ENTERTAINING BEING you will ever know! He has entertained MILLIONS, and he may need to begin charging by the word when he speaks. He is the REIGNING NEW ERA OF WRESTLING ON TV CHAMPION ... MISTER ENTERTAINMENT!"

[ME raises his arms in acknowledgement, as the crowd continues to JEER! He gets off the turnbuckle and struts right past HAL, not giving him a second look. HAL starts at him but is stopped by the referee's warning. ME gets up on the opposite turnbuckle, unfastening the Television Championship and holding it up to the crowd, who show him no more favorable a reaction on their side.]

JULIUS: "Mister Entertainment hasn't even noticed his opponent is in the ring yet. Or, he hasn't shown signs of it. He may not realize what he's in for tonight."

JIVE: "It's just our ON TV Champion giving us some pre-match fun! There's no reason Mister Entertainment should rush the inevitable, anyway."

JULIUS: "Yeah, with you on his bandwagon, I don't think HAL can lose!"

JIVE: "Hey!"

GHEORGHE: "I would agree with Dean on this one. Mister Entertainment finally seems ready to meet HAL center ring, and referee Jack Markakis is going over the rules."

JIVE: "Look at Mister Entertainment, making sure HAL knows he's going to make sure this match steals the show, even if it kills him!"

JULIUS: "I don't think those are exactly his words ... but whatever he said HAL seems to have taken exception to."

GHEORGHE: "HAL having some words for the Television Champion, and now Entertainment getting in HALs face with the Television Title."

JULIUS: "One thing's for sure: these two personalities are polar opposites."

JIVE: " Yeah, it's like Phantom Republican and Jean Rabesque in their live Debate."

GHEORGHE: "Oh my! HAL just slapped Mister Entertainment, and grabbed the Television Title! HE TAKES THE TITLE AND WHIPS MISTER ENTERTAINMENT ACROSS THE BACK WITH IT!"

[SFX: Bell rings.]

JIVE: "That was completely ILLEGAL! Disqualify HAL!"

JULIUS: "Actually, the bell hadn't rung until after HAL made his move. As usual, his calculations worked in his favor. And successfully."

GHEORGHE: "Jack Markakis is admonishing HAL and takes the belt away from him, but I think he knows HAL got the better-- HAL with a cover! Markakis drops the belt in the corner and makes the count!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!”

JIVE: "Mister Entertainment won't go like that."

JULIUS: "Let me guess ... not entertaining enough?"

JIVE: "Exactly."

GHEORGHE: "Entertainment is still clutching his back after the belt shot he took from HAL, but he kicked out and this match won't end as shockingly as it began. HAL picks up Entertainment, kicks him in the stomach ... CTRL + ALT + DELETE! NO! Entertainment wriggles out of HALs arms as he brought him up ... Entertainment gets him around the waist from behind ... could he be going for ... no! HAL elbows Entertainment off of him, sending the Television Champion rolling to the mat. I thought he might have been going for That's Entertainment! early on, that rolling bridging German Suplex. But not to be."

JULIUS: "Already we've seen these two trying to hit early and hard. They're both young, though. I don't see this ending early. This isn't Jive trying to--"

GHEORGHE: "I do NOT want to hear the end of that. HAL has stomped Mister Entertainment out of the ring, and follows him outside. He brings a knee into the abdomen of Entertainment, and hoists him onto a shoulder ... and HAL DROPS Entertainment right onto the guard rail!"

JULIUS: "I think the Television Champion may be about ready to hurl."

JIVE: "That wouldn't be so entertaining ..."

JULIUS: "Speak for yourself!"

GHEORGHE: "HAL picks up Mister Entertainment, and another knee to the stomach before heeding the call of Jack Markakis, sending the Champion back into the ring and following. HAL brings knees down into the stomach of Mister Entertainment, and the FORCE of those blows looks painful enough!"

JIVE: "He's trying to drain the show right out of this match. But you can't drive charisma out of the ON TV Champion!"

JULIUS: "Looks like HAL wants to put that to test."

GHEORGHE: "HAL picks up Entertainment and again lifts him onto a shoulder ... before SLAMMING the Champion, back first, into the corner. The Dupree Cup Co-MVW follows up with shoulder thrusts to the abdomen of Entertainment. It looks like HAL has a spot picked out to focus on."

JULIUS: "If HAL wears out the body of Entertainment, the Champ will slow down, and that won't help with his air game. Or, for that matter, rolling through on that finisher of his."

JIVE: "I'm telling you, you can't kill entertainment, or its personification ... Mister Entertainment."

GHEORGHE: "HAL certainly with an advantage right now, as he brings Mister Entertainment out of the corner and hooks him for ... Snap suplex! HAL with another cover ... ONE!


TWO!


Another KICKOUT from Mister Entertainment!"

JULIUS: "These two are similar in height and weight, but HAL showing he puts his strength into every move."

GHEORGHE: "HAL does put a lot of power behind each move, that's for sure. Now he has a sitting Surfboard on Mister Entertainment, planting a knee to the small of the Champion's back. Referee Markakis asking the Television Champion if he wants to quit, but Entertainment shakes him off quickly."

JIVE: "If he thinks that'll do in the ON TV Champion ... who, by the way, is currently the ON PPV Champion ... then he's kidding himself."

JULIUS: "There is something in a match called strategy. This isn't like your sexual failures, Jive ... just one move in the arsenal."

JIVE: "Do you WANT me to hurt you?"

JULIUS: “Hurt me? HA! I'd like to see you try."

GHEORGHE: "That'll have to wait, as Mister Entertainment has gotten to his knees, trying to bring his arms forward from that stretch. He's pulling forward, but in this test of strength HAL comes back and pulls at Entertainment's arms once more. I don't see that being the Champion's way out here ..."

JULIUS: "I'd agree there."

GHEORGHE: "Entertainment asked again by Jack Markakis as HAL leans in to taunt Entertainment ... HEADBUTT from the Champion that connects! HAL leaned in a little too far and Entertainment rattled him! Mister Entertainment with a surge of energy, gets to his feet and forces HAL to one leg ... and HAL releases the hold! Entertainment off the ropes ... and HAL wraps him up in a Sleeper hold ... no! Entertainment breaks free and runs to the ropes ... he runs UP and flips OVER, landing BEHIND HAL and ... SLEEPER DROP! The Champion takes HAL to the mat!"

JULIUS: "Looks like HAL didn't have the Sleeper locked in, and Entertainment took advantage."

JIVE: "See? It didn't take long for the ON PPV Champ to turn the tables!"

JULIUS: "You know that doesn't work since ALL the Champions are on PPV!"

JIVE: "..."

GHEORGHE: "Mister Entertainment and HAL are both to their feet, and they meet center ring for an exchange of blows! Mister Entertainment with a right hand! HAL with one of his own! Entertainment returns fire! But the challenger with a knee to the stomach that bends the Champion over. HAL with a forearm that staggers Entertainment back ... and another! HAL lifts Entertainment up and brings him into a corner, sitting him onto the top turnbuckle."

JULIUS: "Looks like the small momentum killer Mister Entertainment dealt HAL has quickly worn off ..."

JIVE: "But you can't kill entertainment ..."

JULIUS: "Watch and learn. HAL has it all planned out, of course."

GHEORGHE: "HAL up to the second turnbuckle, and another right hand ... Entertainment blocks and stuns HAL with a forearm! He brings HALs head down to a rising knee ... and another forearm to the face sends HAL crashing to the mat! Mister Entertainment stands on the top turnbuckle and ... SHOOTING ENTERTAINMENT! MY LORD WHAT A MOVE!"

JIVE: “HA! I TOLD YOU! YOU CAN'T KILL ENTERTAINMENT!"

JULIUS: "Damn."

GHEORGHE: "Mister Entertainment with that AMAZING aerial maneuver, extending the Shooting Star Press an extra 180 degrees, hitting back-first on HAL!"

JULIUS: "Impressive, I'll give him that. But with the damage HALs dealt his torso, the Champion can't follow with a pin."

JIVE: "That move alone should end the match. HAL loses on lack of having a better move."

GHEORGHE: "HAL has earned his way to this match, and he's done it with sound wrestling. I don't see any problem with that. Mister Entertainment gets to HAL now, and makes a cover! ONE!


TW-- KICKOUT!”

JULIUS: "He didn't get there nearly in time ..."

GHEORGHE: "The Television Champion lays a stinging STOMP to the head of HAL before going to the corner he just flew from. And now Entertainment is climbing that turnbuckle again!"

JULIUS: "Not a wise decision ..."

JIVE: "Please! It's all about the ENTERTAINMENT ... and MISTER Entertainment is delivering!"

GHEORGHE: "This could be a clear momentum shifter if he can hit it ... but HAL is already on all fours as Mister Entertainment reaches the second turnbuckle. He's going to have to hurry here ... Entertainment sees HAL and makes it to the top, but HAL spots the Champion ... TOO LATE! Entertainment with a Missile Dropkick right to the head of HAL! A cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!"

JIVE: "See, Mister Entertainment has everything under control."

JULIUS: "Don't count HAL out just yet."

GHEORGHE: "Well the Television Champion certainly has come to life in this match. He lifts HAL into a sitting position and ... KICKS HAL RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD! WHAT IMPACT! And another pin ...

ONE!

TWO!

THR-- NO! HAL gets a shoulder up!"

JIVE: "He made like Bechkam, and made HALs head look like a soccer ball!"

JULIUS: "I believe Beckham would call it a futbol."

JIVE: "Not in America."

JULIUS: "So? Beckham is British. *****."

JIVE: "Don't call me that!"

JULIUS: "Hey, this is America, right? Freedom of speech. *****."

JIVE: "You little ..."

GHEORGHE: "BACK to the match ... Mister Entertainment lifts HAL up and hits a pair of forearms to the face of HAL ... and now a CHOP ..."

CROWD: “WOO!”

GHEORGHE: "And another! [SFX: WOO!] HAL is against the ropes and the Television Champion lands a STIFF KICK to the thigh of HAL ... and then one to his LEFT ARM! HAL is reeling against the ropes, as those kicks are coming too fast! Entertainment pushes HAL further into the ropes before springing him off with a whip ... HAL rebounds and DUCKS under Entertainment as he goes for a clothesline ... both men off opposite ropes ... and ENTERTAINMENT WITH A FLYING FOREARM! HAL back down!"

JIVE: "Where are those brains getting you now?!"

JULIUS: "Jealous, are we?"

JIVE: "For what? An overabundance of acne and antisocial tendencies?"

JULIUS: "You're just thinking of YOUR boyhood again, there, not HAL."

JIVE: "Screw you!"

GHEORGHE: "Jive's adolescent struggles aside, Mister Entertainment has a head of steam, but now he's taunting HAL! A great match, and he has to go TAINTING it with his EGO ... and now he's getting up on the turnbuckle and yelling at some FANS ..."

JULIUS: "HAL doesn't waste time with what these people think."

JIVE: "No, he doesn't have time for that. He's too busy trying to pick his teeth up from that last forearm."

GHEORGHE: "HAL is slowly getting back up, but looks dazed, and Entertainment takes notice. Again he goes to the top rope ... HAL to his feet but he DOESN'T SEE where Mister Entertainment is, and looks to the OPPOSITE corner! ENTERTAINMENT TAKES OFF AND ... DIAMOND DUST! HE NAILS HAL PERFECTLY!"

JIVE: "HA!"

GHEORGHE: "Mister Entertainment with another BIG move! He's clutching his lower back after landing, but rolls HAL over and makes the pin!


ONE!


TWO!


THREENO! NO! HAL GETS THE SHOULDER UP!"

JULIUS: "Whew!"

JIVE: "It's only a matter of time, and another stunning move, before this is over!"

GHEORGHE: "The challenger certainly seems weakened, especially after that Diamond Dust by the Champion. But Entertainment looks a little surprised after that kickout, as he questions the referee."

JULIUS: "He hasn't fully recovered from the damage dealt to him earlier. The longer this goes, the more his back will stiffen. HAL just needs an opening."

JIVE: "Even all HALs calculations can't kill the reign of entertainment!"

GHEORGHE: "HAL being stalked by the Television Champion now ... he's to one knee, but Entertainment goes for the HEAD with a KICK! HAL BLOCKS with an arm at the last second! I think that was the same arm that got hit earlier, though, because he's in some serious pain."

JIVE: "There's calculation for you. Even if he didn't hit the mark, he STILL hit the mark!"

JULIUS: "That just sounds stupid."

JIVE: "YOU sound stupid!"

JULIUS: "Oh, how clever. I think you just topped that last one."

GHEORGHE: "Entertainment keeps on HAL, applying an armbar after that kick. HAL is struggling in that hold, and Jack Markakis is asking if he wants to quit ... and HAL says NO! Entertainment NAILS HALs arm with the point of his elbow, and HAL cries out in pain! Entertainment wrenches the armbar, but HAL REFUSES to give in!"

JULIUS: "HALs foot is near the ropes. He just needs to slide back a few feet ..."

GHEORGHE: "I don't know if he notices, and it may not matter as he MUSCLES his way up! Fighting through the pain, HAL gets to his knees and Entertainment releases the hold ... only to KICK the thigh of HAL, sending him back down ... then STOMPING THE ARM!"

JIVE: "Nobody said entertainment brought chivalry ..."

JULIUS: "You know that word? I may actually be surprised."

GHEORGHE: "Yeah, that makes two of us."

JIVE: "Shove it. Both of you."

JULIUS: "Ah, that's more like the Nick Jive I know."

GHEORGHE: "Mister Entertainment now, waiting again for HAL to get to his feet. It looks like he has those kicks working for him tonight, and another ready for HAL. The Dupree Cup Co-MVW needs to find a break here ..."

JULIUS: "Yeah, before he finds one of his limbs broken. If his arm isn't already ..."

GHEORGHE: "Entertainment's lined up behind HAL as he gets to his feet. ENTERTAINMENT GOES FOR A SHINING WIZARD! HAL MOVES! Entertainment went one too many times in a row, and HAL had him scouted ... Now HAL grabs Entertainment and lands a HARD SHOT to the head! But Entertainment retaliates with a CHOP!"

CROWD: “WOO!”

GHEORGHE: "Right hand by HAL! Entertainment with a forearm! HAL comes right back ... now with another right hand! HAL is winning this exchange and HOISTS ENTERTAINMENT OFF HIS FEET AND DOWN TO THE MAT! BOTH MEN ARE FIRING AT EACH OTHER! HAL ON TOP! NOW ENTERTAINMENT! AND HAL SHOVES HIM OFF! Entertainment comes back at HAL as he gets up ... KICK by Enetertainment ... but HAL CATCHES his leg! Entertainment spun around and HAL FLIPS HIM OVER WITH A HUGE CLOTHESLINE BEFORE FALLING TO HIS KNEES! BOTH MEN ARE ON THE MAT!"

[SFX: Crowd POPS for the exchange!]

JULIUS: "HAL needs to refocus. He has a chance to take the title right here!"

JIVE: "No! You can't kill entertainment!"

JULIUS: "But you can purge it ... with a little CTRL + ALT + DEL!"

JIVE: "What the hell does that even mean?"

JULIUS: "What?! Don't tell me you've ... HA!"

JIVE: "What?!"

JULIUS: "Oh, that's too good to be true."

JIVE: "WHAT?!"

GHEORGHE: "HAL is back on his feet after a breather, and he brings Entertainment up to his feet. Entertainment breaks out, he was playing possum! Goes for a right hand! HAL DUCKS IT ... and lands another KNEE to the stomach of Entertainment, and DOUBLES OVER THE CHAMPION WITH A SECOND STRAIGHT KNEE! HAL setting Mister Entertainment up ... could this be it?! CTRL + ALT + DEL! NO! HALs ARMS COULDN'T FULLY SUPPORT ENTERTAINMENT AND HE SLIPS OFF THE SHOULDER ... BEHIND HAL ..."

JIVE: "Here it comes!"

GHEORGHE: "HAL GRABBED from behind! ENTERTAINMENT GOES FOR THE ROLL AND THE GERMAN ... NO! HAL WITH A HAND ON THE ROPE THAT STOPS ENTERTAINMENT! ELBOWS to Entertainment's ribs, and he loses his grip as HAL spins behind Entertainment ... full nelson by HAL ... but a MULE KICK BY MISTER ENTERTAINMENT! Jack Markakis didn't see it and HAL CRUMPLES into a corner and rolls out of the ring!"

JULIUS: "BULL****!"

JIVE: "HAHA! See what those brains got HAL? Damaged parts!"

GHEORGHE: "Mister Entertainment caught a HUGE break there, and he quickly goes outside the ring ... he's waiting on HAL to get up but ... NO! NOT THAT'S ENTERTAINMENT ON THE OUTSIDE!"

JULIUS: "HOLD UP! HALs not standing empty-handed! HE'S GOT THE TELEVISION TITLE!"

JIVE: "REFEREE! LOOK!"

GHEORGHE: "It must have dropped out there when Jack Markakis got rid of it at the start of the match! ENTERTAINMENT goes for the rear waistlock ... BUT HAL TURNS AND BLASTS HIM WITH THE TELEVISION TITLE!"

JULIUS: "Paybacks a *****!"

[SFX: Bell rings.]

JULIUS: "What the hell?!"

GHEORGHE: "I think ... I think referee Markakis saw what HAL did! Or did he see the low blow after all? Has HAL or Entertainment been disqualified?"

[Jack Markakis calls over Carl Jacobs and they convene. Jacobs finally nods and takes up his mic.]

JACOBS: "Ladies and gentleman ... I have been told this match has been ended as a result of DISQUALIFICATION!"

[SFX: Crowd BOOS!]

GHEORGHE: "Jack Markakis certainly won't gain himself any new friends with that ruling ..."

JULIUS: "But who won?!"

JACOBS: "Therefore, the WINNER of the match ... as a result of DISQUALIFICATION ... and STILLLLLL NEW ERA TELEVISION CHAMPION ... MISTER … ENTERTAINMENT!"

GHEORGHE: "Mister Entertainment, with that LOW BLOW, sent HAL down to his knees, and out of the ring to his downfall, in the form of the Television Title!"

JULIUS: "The hell he did, Gheorghe! HAL was looking to get back for that low blow, an eye for an eye! That's straight up BULL****!"

JIVE: "I think the referee called things right down the middle. He called it as he saw it. And ENTERTAINMENT CONTINUES TO RULE!"

JULIUS: "He didn't call the low blow!"

JIVE: "He called it like he saw it! And he didn't call the shot with the title HAL gave at the start of the match, either! So HA!"

JULIUS: "You stupid *****! That was before the match even started!

JIVE: "Yeah but ... SO WHAT?! MISTER ENTERTAINMENT RETAINS!"

JULIUS: "You won't be seeing him after the next break. I'm gonna kill him."

GHEORGHE: "Hold on, this doesn't look like it's over yet! HAL was arguing with the referee, but as Mister Entertainment got up HAL attacked him! Both men are brawling with each other up the ramp! Mister Entertainment is bleeding from the head ... but manages a THUMB to the EYE of HAL, and he takes off up the ramp! But HAL shakes it off and is in HOT PURSUIT!"

[CUTTO: Backstage. Mister Entertainment staggers down a hallway, with HAL coming close behind, a steel chair in hand. He THROWS the chair at Mister Entertainment and it barely misses its mark. ME turns a corner and HAL follows, until Entertainment ducks into a room. CUTTO: Inside the green room, where a few wrestlers are having some of the buffet feast set out for the show. We see JA sitting in the corner chowing down and talking to Chaos. On the other side of the room, MWG and Beau Michaels are sitting very close together, sharing a muffin. Everyone stops what they’re doing as they look at Mr. Entertainment panting. MWG and Michaels eye him up and down.]

GHEORGHE: "Mister Entertainment enters the green room, and he's bleeding profusely from the head! He looks around for something ... TOO LATE! HAL BARGES IN AND BOWLS ENTERTAINMENT OVER WITH A SPEAR ... RIGHT ONTO THE BUFFET TABLE!"

[The doors on the opposite side of the green room open and in walks Lindsay Troy to a HUGE pop from the crowd. She takes one look at HAL and Mr. Entertainment brawling on the buffet table, shakes her head, and with a roll of the eyes, turns right back around and walks out.]

JULIUS: "PAY HIS ASS BACK!"

JIVE: "WHERE IS SECURITY! HE CAN'T ... CAN'T DO THIS TO THE ON TV CHAMPION! THE MOST ENTERTAINING--"

JULIUS: "SHUT UP!"

[Jive goes silent.]

GHEORGHE: "HAL is giving Mister Entertainment the FULL COURSE treatment! Mashed potatoes to the face! CHICKEN BONE to the head! And now HAL ... he's got a bottle of TABASCO SAUCE! NO! HE'S POURING THAT HOT SAUCE ONTO THE CUT ON THE HEAD OF THE TELEVISION CHAMPION!"

JIVE: "NOO! This is NOT entertainment!"

JULIUS: "Speak for yourself!"

GHEORGHE: "Mister Entertainment SCREAMS out in pain! And HAL SMASHES the sauce bottle over Entertainment's head! But in desperation, Entertainment manages to nail HAL with a can of WHIP CREAM! Entertainment wipes his bloody, food covered face with his hand and picks up a tray of LOBSTERS ..."

JULIUS: "What a waste! Those are expensive!"

GHEORGHE: "HE SMASHES THE TRAY OF LOBSTERS ONTO HALs HEAD! Mister Entertainment turns and looks around, and grabs a lobster shell cracker from a tray as HAL gets back up! Entertainment ... he just squeezed that cracked onto HALs nose! HAL WRITHES IN PAIN ... BUT DIVES INTO MISTER ENTERTAINMENT AND THE CHAMPION LOSES HIS GRIP ON THE CRACKER! THESE TWO CONTINUE TO BRAWL OVER THE TABLE AND ONTO THE FLOOR!"

JIVE: "SECURITY!"

GHEORGHE: "Here they come!"

[Event Staff and Security finally stream into the green room, breaking apart HAL and ME.]

GHEORGHE: "It looks like these two are finally being separated. But what a match from these two!"

JULIUS: "I would not be surprised to see them tangle again, sooner rather than later, Gheorghe. This certainly doesn't look like it's over."

JIVE: "But for now ... ENTERTAINMENT REIGNS!"

[The doors fly open and New ERA President Marcus LaRoque storms into the room as HAL and Mr. Entertainment are being held back by their respective security people. LaRoque walks right in between them, his face reddened.]

JULIUS: “There’s our trusty leader … and he doesn’t look happy!”

JIVE: “When is he ever happy?”

LaROQUE: “Are you two insane?! Coming back here and making a mess of everything?!”

[They look at him and continue to try to get out of the security’s holds.]

GHEORGHE: “LaRoque obviously mad at the two for taking this to the back…”

LaROQUE: “What a great way to work together … our first joint pay per view and you guys are acting like children!”

JIVE: “Lay the verbal beat down!”

LaROQUE: “You guys want to go at it in the back? You want to make fools of yourselves? FINE. Have fun .. because at BANNED in the US .. you guys can battle all over the cruise ship!”

[SFX: HUGE FAN POP!]

GHEORGHE: “ALL OVER THE CRUISE SHIP?!”

[Entertainment and HAL look at each other, still scowling..]

LaROQUE: “And Entertainment… if you think that you’re silly stipulation is going to save that championship for you .. YOU ARE WRONG. I don’t care if you think that HAL has to win 51% of the electoral vote in the next election to become the WHADA**** champion … if he pins you at BANNED in the US .. you can kiss your championship goodbye!”

[SFX: CROWD EXPLODES!]

LaROQUE: “Now get the hell out of here and stop this nonsense!”

[The security guards drag the two out separate doors. CUTTO: Back to ringside.]

JULIUS: “Jesus .. what crawled up his ass?”

GHEORGHE: “Who cares? It looks like we’re going to have a Television Championship rematch at BANNED in the US … and the falls will count anywhere on the Cruise Ship!”

JIVE: “You mean the WHADATT Championship…”

GHEORGHE: "Oh shut up with that! We still got more thrilling action from WrestleSTOCK ‘07 to come, fans! So let’s shoot you over to our EPW counterparts!"
 

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Beau-tylicious

[CUEUP: “Satisfaction” by Benny Benassi and the Biz. The lights in the arena go out and are replaced by flashing disco lights.]

DT: Oh dear God no……

[The StockTRONs light up every few seconds with a new image of Beau Michaels’ action in Empire Pro. There’s scenes with Michaels feeling up Beast .. grabbing onto the crotch of Troy Douglas keeping him from falling out the cage .. and finally molesting JA.]

VOICE: “It wouldn’t be a GAY-per-view without the Fabulous One, himself..”

[FLAAAAAAAAAAASH!

The arena lights, hell all the lights anywhere, go on at high beams blinding the camera shot.]

VOICE: “And it’s your lucky day.. because WrestleSTOCK … just got .. BEAU-tylicious!”

[CUEUP: “Bootylicious” by Destiny’s Child as the lights go down and the beats thump throughout the arena. Rainbow fireworks fire up from the sides of the rampway as a spotlight shines on the curtain.]

DT: My eyes!! Something’s burning me eyes!!

[The curtains part .. and coming out from behind are three shirtless young men. The sweat drips down their chests and they have straps in their mouths. The walk out and …

*SNAP* *SNAP*

The young men pretend to arch their backs as a chariot is revealed to be pulled by them. The chariot comes from behind the curtain holding Beau Michaels, dressed up as a Roman soldier… except … he’s not wearing a helmet..]

MN: Ah!! Now it’s got me!! AHH!!!

DM: Dear God he’s wearing that same jockstrap he stole from Joey Melton’s laundry last night!!

DT: Needles!! Needles in my eyes!!

[The young men draw the chariot down to the ring. When they get to the ring, the three men get on their knees and Beau Michaels hops off the chariot and uses each young man as a stepping stone to the ring. He enters the ring to the jeers of the crowd.]

DM: It’s got me too!!...Must…..fight…..the pain…..

[Michaels then goes to the center of the ring and reaches down the front of his get up and fondles himself for a few seconds. After a few seconds he remembers why he stuck his hand down his pants, and pulls out a microphone. Michaels then turns the jockstrap from in front of his mouth to the back of his head.]

MICHAELS: “The history that has been made tonight is … [looks down and smiles] ENORMOUS…”

[Michaels looks back up and winks.]

MICHAELS : “To think .. that just moments ago .. I showered in the same shower where Jason Sehorn busted nut after nut..”

[Michaels bites his bottom lip and shudders a little. The crowd, who had originally popped at the mention of Sehorn, now jeer.]

MICHAELS: “Mmmm… the best cornerback in Giants history … although … I prefer when he was the wide receiver…”

[SFX: Crowd JEERS!]

MICHAELS: “But alas … I’m not here to talk about my past pieces of ass… no ...”

[Michaels licks his lips.]

MICHAELS: “I’m here to talk about my FUTURE pieces of ass….. ohhhh yeaaaa…”

[SFX: Crowd jeers. Michaels reaches up and slowly drags the jockstrap over the top of his head .. and pauses as he brings it down the front of his face .. and inhales as its over his nose.]

MICHAELS: “And I must admit .. I was probably more excited last night than anyone in the arena when Joey Melton won the Empire Pro World Heavyweight Championship…”

[SFX: MASSIVE JEERS]

MICHAELS: “Because not only do I … appreciate men in power …”

[Michaels slowly rubs the jockstrap down his chest …]

MICHAELS: “But … then it was every Beau Michaels fantasy COME .. true… JOEY MELTON PART DEUX!”

[SFX: Crowd continues to erupt in Jeers! Michaels slowly moves the jockstrap to his waist.]

MICHAELS: “Two Meltons … perfect replicas … I must tell you … I haven’t been this excited since starring in “Double the Pleasure” with the Carlson Twins…”

[SFX: Fans groan.]

MICHAELS: “Mmmm.. just thinking about doing the wheelbarrow position with two Joey Meltons … makes me wetter than Lindsay Troy when she walked in on Dan Ryan jerking it to Tina Turner..”

[Michaels pauses .. and then purses his lips as he sticks the jockstrap down the front of his pants.]

MICHAELS: “Actually… that doesn’t sound like such a bad thing to walk in on … but alas, been there .. done that … but Joey Melton … Meltons .. he’ll get his shot to see how well he can handle this jelly..”

[Michaels pats his ass.]

MICHAELS: “And until that day … I’m going to keep this souvenir … I’m going to sleep with it by my side … keep it in a special, special place .. until Joseph himself can take its spot.”

[Michaels inhales and then shudders in pleasure.]

MICHAELS: “But tonight .. tonight I’ve got a taste for something a little bit … different. I’ve decided … that in order to prepare myself for the deliciousness that is Joey Melton … I should make sure that I am in tip-top condition .. make sure that I haven’t lost any .. stamina after that crushing blow that JA gave me..”

[The young chicken, who had come into the ring only moments before, says something in Michaels’ ear.]

MICHAELS: “Well.. I take that back .. the blow he gave me was actually quite good .. sans the overusage of teeth.”

[The chicken nods approvingly.]

MICHAELS: “But I digress … I am here … at WrestleSTOCK … to issue a challenge for Russian Roulette.. a very, very special challenge because this man has been on my mind for quite some time…”

DT: Oh man…someone’s about to be in loads of trouble!!

MN: You just said…..!!

DT: I know, I know….dammit.

MICHAELS: “Me and him have something in common … you know … we both CRAVE for Dan Ryan’s affections …”

[SFX: Crowd jeers!]

MICHAELS: “And … when he talked about how some had called him Dan Ryan’s Rottweiler…”

[SFX: FANS POP HUGE!!!]

DT: Oh no…

DM: I know who it is now…this is NOT gonna be pretty…..

MICHAELS: “I only had one thing on my mind …. being on my hands and knees ... being his *****.”

[Michaels looks around the arena … and then sticks his finger in his mouth, before slowly working it out and licking the tip.]

MICHAELS: “That’s why … at Russian Roulette… I challenge ANARKY …”

DM: And there it is…..

MICHAELS: “Won’t you help me out, Anarky? Won’t you get me ready for Joey? I’ll even give you a new moniker, baby… You don’t have to worry about being called Dan Ryan’s lap dog anymore …. BECAUSE YOU CAN BE MY FLUFFER!”

[SFX: Crowd jeers!!]

MICHAELS: “So … man up to it … or else I’m going to come get your ass myself…”

[Michaels starts walking to the ring ropes but stops short and brings the microphone to his lips one last time.]

MICHAELS: “And when I want a piece of ass… I GET THAT PIECE OF ASS …. just ask your boss.”

[Michaels laughs as he tosses the microphone back into the ring. CUEUP: “Satisfaction” by Benny Benassi and the Biz as Michaels, still in full Roman regalia, steps onto the chariot. The young men take their positions and then start pulling Michaels up the rampway and out of the shot.]
 

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Street Fight - Anarky vs. Beast

DM: Well, these Beau Michaels appearances never cease to amaze.

MN: My eyes are turning back to normal!! Is he gone?!?

DM: God, you’re an idiot.

DT: Folks, I've got to warn all those out there, this next match is bound to be brutal and bloody. If you've got any young ones watching at home, now might be the time to have them leave the room.

MN: Stop being so damned serious! This is *wrestling*, for crying out loud!

DT: Ok, then YOU go outside and let Anarky and Beast throw you around the street!

MN: No way! That's way too violent!

DT: Thanks for making my point for me! Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a Street Fight! Nothing fancy - no introductions, no burning pyro, no loud music - just two guys so incensed that they want to beat the HELL out of each other! Dean, what do you think about this match between Beast and Anarky?

DM: I don't know, Dave, this could really go either way. Beast is known for his ability to mix it up in volatile matches, as he's shown here in the cage against Christian Sands when he first won the EPW World Heavyweight Championship, and again against Dan Ryan in their own brawl, but you have to remember that Anarky, while being smaller than Beast, is well versed in using his environment to his advantage and bring that SPECIAL kind of pain that only he can come up with! I'm only going to predict a lot of pain, and a lot of blood in this one!

DT: Fair enough, Dean! This match is a No Disqualification match, and can end in pinfall, submission, or knock out! We know that Beast is outside right now on the street outside the arena, and we'll have the feed for you here inside the arena on the EmpireTron so the fans can follow along and we can call the match! Hold on to your hats, folks!

The EmpireTron lights up, and we get a view outside the arena. An Empire Pro official stands at the ready, as does Beast, dressed only in jeans and EPW t-shirt, his hands inside leather gloves with the fingers ripped off. A throng of fans has encircled the area, trying to get a piece of the action, but EPW security has them at bay! Anarky appears around the corner, dressed almost alike, and the two men spot each each other.

MN: Uh-oh! They're locked in! There goes Anarky!

DT: There goes Beast!

Both men take off in a sprint at each other, and meet witih a HUGE lock up that looks like a couple of rams butting heads! The two men battle on the sidewalk, before Beast takes control using his size and power, lifting Anarky off his feet and SLAMMING him up against the side of the arena!

DT: Beast has got Anarky PINNED up against the wall... and now he PLANTS Anarky into the concrete sidewalk! This isn't a wrestling ring, folks! Beast just slammed Anarky into pure concrete!

Anarky rolls on the concrete in pain, while Beast heads over to a nearby bus stop, and pulls the garbage container from it's spot, and heads back to Anarky, presses it over his head...

DT: That's a solid metal garbage container! Beast is going to CRUSH Anarky with it!!! Beast THROWS the garbage container, and Anarky ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!

The garbage container takes a chunk out of the concrete, and Anarky rolls to his hands and knees to safety. Beast follows and drives a football-style kick into Anarky's ribs! Anarky lets out a howl of pain and rolls onto his back, where Beast begins stomping away at Anarky's ribs!

DT: The former World Heavyweight Champion is just TAKING it to Anarky early on in this match, guys! Well, it's really not a match, but a fight!

MN: Aww, come on, stop that Big Loafy! He's blatantly choking Anarky right here!

DM: Um, Neels... it's "NO DQ"?

MN: It should be illegal for Loafy! Come on, he's got both hands wrapped around his throat!

DM: If Anarky was in control, you'd be giggling like a school girl!

MN: So?

DT: Back to the action... Beast still has Anarky trapped down on the sidewalk, but Anarky is slowly trying to free himself! He fires a couple right hands into the side of Beast's head, then goes to his ribs... oh, Beast dropped an arm down to try and block those shots, and Anarky took advantage and pushed Beast off of him! Anarky gets to his feet, coughing from the choke, and staggering away, trying to put some distance between he and Beast! But here comes Beast! He grabs Anarky by the back of the head and drives it into a light post! Anarky's head just bounced off that post with a sick thud! A second time into the light post!

DM: I think Anarky's bleeding already, guys!

DT: Certainly not a gusher, but Anarky's down, and there IS blood slowly running down the side of Anarky's face!

MN: What the hell does Loafy think he's doing?

DM: Looks like he's searching through a dumpster, to me.

MN: You mean tidying his living room, right?

DT: I would say he's looking for a weapon! And he's got one! Some kind of metal bar! And here he comes after Anarky, looking like he wants to cave his head in! Beast takes a swing...

CLANK!

DT: And Anarky ducked! Beast dropped the metal bar, his hand shaking from the impact! Anarky's got the metal bar!

WHACK!

Crowd: OHHH!!

MN: YES!

DT: Anarky just drove that metal bar into the side of Beast's knee!

Beast: ARRRGH!! HOLY ****!!

MN: Loafy's down! He's clutching that right knee in obvious pain!

Nearby, a black Lexus pulls up near the curb and parks as Anarky starts stomping away at Beast's knee, eliciting howls of pain from the former Champion. Anarky then grabs Beast's leg, and drags him back over to the dumpster, where Anarky DRIVES Beast's leg into the side of the dumpster!

WHAM!

DT: And a SECOND time, Anarky smashes Beast's leg into that dumpster!!

MN: Break it!! Break the damned thing clean off!

DT: And here goes Anarky up on TOP of the dumpster... SENTON ONTO BEAST'S LEG!!!

Beast rolls away screaming in pain, and Anarky needs a few moments to recover.

DM: That's exactly what we talked about at the top of the match, guys! Anarky will do pretty much anything, including sacrificing his own body if it means he's getting a chance to injure his opponent!

DT: And it's no secret that both these guys want to injure each other, Dean! Beast and Dan Ryan have had a long history of opposing each other here in EPW. Beast joined forces with Irishred to assist Red in his corporate challenge against Ryan, and has been Red's right-hand man since he helped Red win control of EPW! But Dan Ryan had his own ace up his sleeve in case he lost, and that ace was Anarky! Anarky has been Ryan's "Co-Chairman" along with Irishred, and it's really like Ryan has never lost control! Naturally, in these settings with Beast and Anarky being the two right hand men, they've gravitated towards each other, and all hell has broken loose!

MN: And maybe Anarky will finally retire the Big Furball!

DT: Looks like he's trying to, Neels! Anarky's got a hold of Beast's leg, and he's trying to do more damage to it, but Beast is kicking out in desperation! Anarky can't get a good grip on him! Anarky stalks around Beast, who is sliding around on his back on the concrete, using his left leg to keep Anarky at bay! Anarky tries to shoot in and grab Beast's leg, but Beast catches Anarky with a boot to the mouth!

Anarky staggers backwards, his hand clutching at his mouth, and Beast awkwardly gets to his feet, but almost falls over again due to the pain in his leg! Beast grabs at his knee, stifling his yells of pain, and tries to shake his leg out and work it over.

DT: And here comes Anarky, charging at Beast, looking to wipe out the former Champion... BUT OHHHHHH!!! SPINEBUSTER BY BEAST RIGHT ON THE CONCRETE!!

Crowd: POP!

And Beast falls right back down to the sidewalk, clutching his leg!

DM: You'd think that Beast is pretty much defenseless here, but he pulled that one out! However, now I think it's just a matter of time before Anarky finally injures Beast until he can't take it any more! I just don't know how much Beast can fight back!

DT: Beast is one of those guys what will go until he's no longer able to, but I think I have to agree with you, Dean! Having that leg injured that much will pretty much take any of Beast's power moves away from him. He's going to have to come up with something big and dirty to end this match! But now, he's satisified with just crawling on top of Anarky, and driving right hands down into his face! There's another huge right hand! A third! A fourth! Beast is PUMMELING Anarky here! Here comes another - but ANARKY JUST DODGED AND BEAST PUNCHED NOTHING BUT CONCRETE! Anarky pushes Beast off of him, and both men fight to get to their feet! Beast tries to come in with a big boot, but Anarky catches his leg! DRAGON LEG SCREW on that injured knee of Beast, and you can hear that knee tearing from here!

Beast rolls to a stop in front of the parked Lexus in a great deal of pain, clutching at his knee.

MN: Whoever's driving that car might want to think of moving it. Knowing these two, I can see it being used as a weapon!

DT: No doubt! Beast is slowly trying to get to his feet. And look at Anarky! He's just stalking Beast! He could probably put him away at any time, but he really wants to maim the man! Beast is up, and here comes Anarky... BACK BODY DROP BY BEAST AND ANARKY SPILLED ALL OVER THE HOOD OF THAT LEXUS!

Beast falls to his hands and knees, before finally using the car to help himself up and work his way around to the back of the car.

MN: Good thing for tinted windows! We can't see what the driver's reaction is! Bad timing if he's just here to pick someone up!

DT: And Beast rolls over onto the back of the car, getting onto his hands and knees on the trunk! Here he comes over the roof of the car... FLYING ELBOW DROP - or as much as he can fly, anyway - right into the HEART of Anarky!

MN: There's dents all over the trunk and roof of the car! The hood is crushed!

DT: Beat fights to get to his knees, and he pulls Anarky up after him... Beast pulls Anarky's head down.... HYOOOGE KNEE LIFT to the face and Anarky is sent flying backward off the car to the street below as Beast crumples back onto the hood of the car!

DM: That'll rearrange your face!

The door to the black Lexus opens up...

MN: Looks like our driver has finally had enough of these two guys fighting on his vehicle!

DT: IT'S DAN RYAN!! OH NO!! IT'S DAN RYAN!!

MN:: WOOHOO!

DM: This can't be good for Beast.

Ryan gets out of the car and calmly shuts the door, before walking up to where the front tire is. Beast notices him and freezes!

MN: Aw man! Did you see the look on Loafy's face! That was the moment you realize you're in a WHOLE lot of trouble!

Beast kicks out at Ryan with his good leg, but Ryan catches it, and pulls Beast closer, before driving an elbow into Beast's bad knee! Beast howls out in pain as Ryan drags him off the car and unceremoniously dumps Beast on the concrete, before once again pulling Beast up to his feet and grabbing him by his hair and jeans...

CRASH!

DT: DAN RYAN JUST DROVE BEAST'S THROUGH THE DRIVER'S SIDE WINDOW!!

Ryan just dumps Beast back onto the ground, and leans on the car, folding his arms, and enjoying the view!

DM: And Beast is just BUSTED. UP. right here! He's bleeding profusely!

DT: It's not looking good! And this match is No Disqualification! Anarky and Dan Ryan can team up on Beast all night if they want to! Anarky is up on his feet! He's coming back for Beast, and he and Ryan just nod and smile at each other as Anarky passes him! Ryan non-chalantly points at the back of the car, and hits a button on the car remote - the trunk's open! Is Anarky and Ryan going to throw Beast in the trunk?

MN: Do you really think Ryan would want blood all over the inside of his Lexus?

DM: He cared enought to use Beast's face to smash his window!

MN: Good point!

Anarky heads to the trunk and reaches in... closes the trunk, and comes back winding a chain around his right fist!

MN: Uh-oh... now, he's just going to TOY with him!

DT: Here comes Anarky... he calmy steps over Beast, and drives that chained right hand right into Beast's forehead! There's a second shot! Anarky's just MEASURING Beast! There's a third shot! A fourth! MY GOD, THIS IS JUST A BEAT DOWN! Anarky gets off Beast, pulls him to his feet, and THROWS him across the trunk to the sidewalk!

Beast isn't even yelling in pain anymore. He's just a crumpled mess on the sidewalk! Anarky pauses to talk strategy to Ryan, then heads back around the car to Beast, pulls him to shaky legs, and nails him with a few right hands.

MN: Fall, damn you! FALL!!

DM: Beast is like Rocky taking a beating from Ivan Drago! He just won't go down!

DT: He's taking all kinds of punishment... looking pretty wobbly now, and Anarky backs up several paces... He's just going to run Beast over! Here he comes.... WAIT!! BOOT TO THE FACE by Beast! Beast grabs Anarky... DESPERATION RELEASE GERMAN..... RIGHT THROUGH THE STORE FRONT WINDOW!!!

Crowd: HO-LY ****!!! HO-LY ****!!!

MN: HOW THE HELL DID HE *DO* THAT?!?

DT: That was nothing but pure survival instinct, Neely! It has to be!

Ryan rushes into the store to check on Anarky, who is stirring, and he gets to his knees, REFUSING any help from Dan Ryan! Anarky finally gets back up after several moments, face POURING with blood!

DM: Now BOTH men are busted WIDE open! There's enough blood flowing here to bring a few people back from the dead!

MN: Guys! Look at Anarky! He's SMILING! He's ENJOYING this! He loves being thrown through plate glass windows!

DM: And he's coming after Beast! Beast is down on the sidewalk! He's pretty much done! His knee can't support many more moves like that!

DT: Anarky walks through the wreckage and back out to the sidewalk, grabbing Beast and hauling him to his feet! Anarky SHOVES him hard against that Lexus that Ryan brought here earlier! There's a knee to the head! He DRIVES Beast's head back into the car! And now he's got Beast back up to his feet... he's rolling Beast onto the trunk of the car and climbing up after him. Now, he rolls Beast up to the roof. What the hell is he doing? He pulls Beast to his feet...

MN: JESUS CHRIST!!!

Crowd: HO-LY ****!!! HO-LY ****!!!

DT: OH NO!! OH NO!!! CHAOS BREAKER FROM THE ROOF OF THE CAR TO THE STREET BELOW!! BEAST HAS BEEN DESTROYED!!

MN: YYYYYESSSSS!!!!

DM: Anarky SACRIFICED himself for that one, folks! He landed hard!! But, he's getting back up!

DT: Oh, this is just wrong! NONCHALANTLY placing the boot on Beast's chest, and here's the official's count!

1...

2...

3!!!!

DT: This one's over! It's all over! Anarky has utterly decimated Beast here at Wrestlestock!! I can't believe it!!

MN: I think I'm going to cry! Or cream myself! I don't know which!

DT: What a street fight! But it's time for the main event! Let's go back inside!
 

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Just Checking Up

[CUTTO: Inside Marcus LaRoque’s office. In one hand he is holding the New ERA of Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship.. in the other, a paper document. He places each on in its own steel briefcase, which have been carried up to his office from their not-so-protected area earlier.]

LaROQUE: “Done is done. In a few minute…”

[LaRoque stops as he hears commotion outside his office door. The door quickly flies open and walking into the room, with two staffers hugging an arm, is Larry Tact.]

LaROQUE: “What the hell?”

[The female staffer lets go and stands at attention. Her hair is in her face so she quickly moves it to the side.]

STAFFER: “I tried to get him to stop, but he insisted on making sure that everything was in order himself.”

[LaRoque slowly moves his eyes from the disheveled staffer to Larry Tact, who stands there with a grin on his face.]

LaROQUE: “Are you mad? You can’t be in here!”

[Tact takes a few steps forward, the scrawny male staffer still hooked to his arm. Tact stops, shakes the staffer off, and continues on his way to LaRoque .. and the briefcases.]

TACT: “I wanted to make sure that everything was in order myself.”

LaROQUE: “So I was just told.”

[Tact looks down at the briefcases.]

LaROQUE: “But you need to be out .. you should be heading to the gateway to make your entrance.”

TACT: “No. After all the **** that New ERA management has put me through I want to make SURE that what they say is going to be in these briefcases is ACTUALLY there.”

[Tact grabs the piece of paper.]

TACT: “This is the contract for the World Heavyweight Championship shot at BANNED in the US?”

[LaRoque nods, becoming impatient.]

LaROQUE: “It is.”

[Tact places it back in the briefcase.]

TACT: “Good. And I see the World Heavyweight Championship is already here … fantastic. I can rest easy now.”

[Tact looks down.]

TACT: “You’ve dropped your pen.”

[Tact bends down and reaches for the floor.]

LaROQUE: “I didn’t even know I had a pen with me … I’m losing my ******* mind.”

[Tact stops on his way up and looks at the bottom of the briefcases. He spots his mark and smirks.]

TACT: “It’s ok.”

[Tact hands the pen to LaRoque.]

LaROQUE: “Thanks.”

[He looks at it.]

LaROQUE: “.. I’m not even staying at the Marriott.. I haven’t even been there…”

[Tact turns and heads towards the door. Without even looking back he responds.]

TACT: “You can stop by my room tonight then and join in the celebration when I win the World Heavyweight Championship….”

[Tact exits the room, and LaRoque watches him leave before shutting the briefcases. He tosses the pen to the female staffer and reaches for the phone.]

LaROQUE: “You can have them come get the briefcases, we’re all set here.”
 

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NEW World Title- Tact vs. Rabesque vs. Marx vs. Hart vs. Daymon vs. Phant. Republican

[FADEIN: Larry Tact.]

VOICE/OVER: “The first…”

[CUTTO: Jonathan Marx]

V/O: “The last…”

[CUTTO: Jean Rabesque, slowly replaced by The Phantom Republican who is then replaced by Shawn Hart.]

V/O: “The past…”

[CUTTO: Daymon, standing alone, arms folded, a smirk on his face.]

V/O: “The future…”

[CUTTO: A darkened room. Six ladders are illuminated by a single light hanging in the center of the ring. They are positioned in a hexagon around a table where two briefcases sit on a table.]

V/O: “The stakes are high…”

[CUTTO: An overhead shot of the briefcases .. in one shines the World Heavyweight Championship. In the other, a contract.]

V/O: “The rewards are even higher…”

[CUTTO: Ringside, present time. The sound is still silent as we see a huge platform being erected over the ring by a hundred or so workers. They lock everything in place while the voice over continues.]

V/O: “Prepare yourselves…”

[CUTTO: The referee hooking the two briefcases, which were walked down to ring by Marcus LaRoque, to hooks. He then gives the signal and they briefcases are slowly lifted in the air.]

V/O: “For the ride …”

[CUTTO: The workers coming down the side ladders .. the six ladders to be used in the match are positioned around the ring. The referee checks everything out and gives the thumbs up.]

V/O: “Of your lives.”

[FADEOUT]

GHEORGHE [V/O]: “AND WE ARE READY FOR THE MAIN EVENT!”

[WHAM! BAM! THANK YOU MA’AM! … FIREWORKS GALORE! CUTTO: Ringside with Tom Gheorghe, Nick Jive, and Dean Julius.]

GHEORGHE: “Look at this! Six ladders! The platform is set up … and the briefcases are already hanging from the top!”

JULIUS: “This is something I haven’t seen before in my life … and with the level of talent in this match, sans Jean Rabesque of course, this is going to be one of those defining matches in New ERA’s history.”

JIVE: “There are FIVE World Heavyweight champions in this match .. along with Daymon, who many are claiming is only a short hop, skip and jump away from the Championship in his own right … this is the biggest match I have ever seen.”

GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact, New ERA’s first World Heavyweight champion, dropped the title at DESTRUCITY to Jean Rabesque … Rabesque held onto the World Heavyweight Championship for over a year before dropping it to the Phantom Republican.. Jonathan Marx won the World Heavyweight Championship in an unusual fashion … not even pinning GOP in a tornado tag match … then Shawn Hart, after winning the BattleBRAWL rumble, used his shot in an impromptu match the next night on RAUCOUS and defeated Marx… Marx won the Championship back the next show in an FAO Schwartz match … and that leads us up to tonight … Marx has defended the title valiantly … but one has to wonder if tonight is the night when too much is finally too much.”

JULIUS: “Shut the hell up, Gheorghe .. let’s get this spectacle going!”

[CUTTO: In the ring with Carl Jacobs as the lineup flashes on screen.]

JACOBS: “Ladies and gentlemen …”

[SFX: HUGE POP]

JACOBS: “The following match is New ERA’s MAIN EVENT … and is a DUELING LADDERS match for the New ERA of Wrestling WORLD … HEAVYWEIGHT … CHAMPIONSHIP!”

[SFX: EXPLOSION!]

JACOBS: “Introducing first …. from MONTREAL, QUEBEC, CANADA…”

[CUEUP: “Shapes of Things” by Jeff Healy Band … the crowd GOES INSAAAANE as “NO GIMMICKS NEEDED” flashes across the StockTRON.]

JACOBS: “He is a former New ERA of Wrestling World Heavyweight champion .. a former New ERA of Wrestling Television champion … he is the one … the only … JEAN … RABESQUE!”

[The crowd gives another HUGE pop as Rabesque steps through the curtain and begins his trek to the ring.]

GHEORGHE: “Jean Rabesque clearly the crowd favorite amongst the people here in Giants Stadium .. and he made his comeback at BattleBRAWL 2 when he attacked Phantom Republican from behind .. and curiously enough .. hasn’t said a single WORD since coming back!”

JIVE: “And you’re complaining?”

[CUEUP: “Imperial March” by John Williams, littered w/ the voices of GOP stalwarts. The crowd erupts in JEERS.]

JACOBS: “Introducing next … from Conservative Middle America … he is a former New ERA of Wrestling World Heavyweight champion …. THE PHANTOM …. REPUBLICAN!”

[Crowd continues to jeer GOP’s head off as he walks down the rampway .. never taking his eyes of Jean Rabesque.]

JIVE: “Where’s Jeffords?”

GHEORGHE: “No one else is allowed at ringside tonight, Nick .. part of the stipulatio…”

[CUEUP: “Karma Slave” by Splashdown.. the crowd CONTINUES to jeer as loud as they have..]

GHEORGHE: “Stipulation made by that man right there!”

JACOBS: “Introducing … from Manhattan, New York .. he is New ERA of Wrestling’s INAUGURAL World Heavyweight champion …… LARRY ….. TACT!”

[Tact walks down the rampway with a sly smile on his face .. he rolls in and glances over at GOP and Rabesque before shaking his head.]

GHEORGHE: “Tact is responsible for tonight’s match .. as he handpicked every competitor .. well .. almost .. Marcus LaRoque added Jean Rabesque … as well as made this a Dueling Ladders match …”

[CUEUP: “Nobody Does It Better” by Carly Simon. The fans EXPLOOOODE as Shawn Hart comes running down the rampway.]

JACOBS: “Introducing next .. he hails from Orlando, Florida ….. and is a former New ERA of Wrestling World Heavyweight champion and BattleBRAWL Cup winner … SHAWN … JESSICA .. HART …. PEE AYCH DEEEEE!”

JULIUS: “Besides Jean Rabesque, here comes the fruitiest man in all of New ERA..”

GHEORGHE: “Hart outlasted the entire competition … INCLUDING Daymon … to win the BattleBRAWL rumble … even though he entered numero UNO.”

[CUEUP: “Stones from the Sky” by Neurosis. The crowd somewhat pops due to the man’s relationship with his wife that was broadcast the day earlier … but mostly jeers.]

JACOBS: “Introducing next… hailing from—”

VOICE: “Shut your trap, Jacobs. Leave this to a PROFESSIONAL…”

[A female figure appears on stage speaking into a microphone as this voice cuts off the ring announcer. The fans react with surprise as the spotlight falls upon her.]

GHEORGHE: “CAITLYN DAYMON?! What’s SHE doing out here?”

JULIUS: “I have no idea… but hey, an extra set of juggs is always welcome at ringside!”

[The lights in the arena dim as the quiet intro to the song plays. Caitlyn points out into the audience as she continues to speak.]

CDAYMON: “It was about a year and a half ago, in Boston, Massachusetts, when YOU, the NEW fans witnessed the debut of the man who would inevitably stand as this federation’s GREATEST World Heavyweight Champion. And the time has finally come for your every expectation to be fulfilled…”

[Caitlyn stands to the side and holds her arm out to the entrance. Red lights begin to fade in over the entry-way.]

CDAYMON: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… hailing from THE CITY OF DESTINY, Tacoma, Washington… and weighing in at 243 pounds of pure, relentless flesh and bone…

The Legend…

The Myth…

THE MAN…

ROCKO ….. DAYMON!!!!”

[A pyro PEALS high overhead the stage, heralding the entrance of Rocko Daymon who steps out onto the stage as the heavy part of the song kicks in. The fan reaction that fills the entire Giants Stadium is that of TURMOIL—a chaotic blend of absolute spite clashing with the die-hard support of those that know a TRUE professional wrestler when they see one. Rocko looks into the swarm that surrounds him for many moments with his fist raised into the air. Then, with a smile, wink, and nod to his wife, the two Daymons make their way to the ring like professional wrestling royalty.]

GHEORGHE: “Daymon has really changed since BattleBRAWL 2 … although he scored some impressive victories from then to now … he did not ONCE get the victory by pinfall .. saying that he wasn’t going to do so until he won the New ERA of Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship … and now he is just one match away from achieving that goal…”

[SFX: CHOP!

CHOP!

CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!]

JIVE: “What the HELL?”

[From the open sky a helicopter hovers over an open platform in the upper corner of the arena.]

GHEORGHE: “What is this?”

[The stairs pop out and hopping out of the plane, wearing a Frank A Gotch get up … including suit, top hat, coat and coattails, is Jonathan Marx. He uses his cane to steady himself.]

GHEORGHE: “THAT’s JONATHAN MARX!”

JULIUS: “He’s apparently lost his ******* mind.”

[SFX: The fans POP HUUUUUGE as Marx walks over to the corner of the platform to a line. He hooks something from his pants …”

GHEORGHE: “What is he doing?”

[CUEUP: “Fly Me To the Moon” by Frank Sinatra. The camera CUTS to a shot diagonally up to the corner where Marx is … Marx lets go and begins to ZIPLINE down from the top of the arena to the ring … behind him the moon shines brightly in the night sky.]

GHEORGHE: “MY GOD HE IS ZIPLINING FROM THE TOP OF GIANTS STADIUM TO THE RING!”

JACOBS: “Finally … introducing from Princeton, New Jersey … he is the CURRENT New ERA of Wrestling World Heavyweight champion …. “Gentleman” … JONATHAN … MARX!”

[SFX: The crowd explodes as Marx hits the ring and undoes the zipline.]

JIVE: “I think everything has finally gotten to Marx… he’s lost his marbles.”

[SFX: Bell rings!]

GHEORGHE: “THE BELL RINGS! WE’RE UNDERWAY!”

JULIUS: “I don’t think anyone knows what to do with Marx dressed up as if he was in the circus..”

GHEORGHE: “Marx tosses his cane to the referee … and now he takes off his top hat …”

JIVE: “WITH SOME HELP FROM JEAN RABESQUE!”

GHEORGHE: “Rabesque attacking the World Heavyweight champion from behind and clobbering him with an elbow! AND NOW HART ATTACKS MARX FROM THE FRONT!”

JULIUS: “This is the type of double teaming that Jive thrives on… one in the front and one in the back.”

GHEORGHE: “Jean Rabesque holding Marx in position while Shawn Hart wails away on him with lefts … and DAYMON FROM BEHIND HART! Daymon has Hart locked … and brings him down with a german suplex! Daymon gets back to his feet … AND GETS CLOBBERED BY TACT WITH A CLOTHESLINE!”

JIVE: “GOP is hanging back and letting everyone else get the hell kicked out of them.. smart … but of course, what else do you expect?”

JULIUS: “The World Heavyweight champion with a mule kick to the Canadian jewels of Rabesque, and he’s free.”

GHEORGHE: “Marx grabs Rabesque’s head … and he hits the stunner! Rabesque on the mat holding his neck … and Marx readies himself and starts driving the boots into Rabesque’s side! Meanwhile Tact has Daymon up .. and he whips him into the corner! Tact follows in afterwar… NO! GOP WITH A DROP TOE HOLD DOWNS TACT!”

JIVE: “INCOMING.”

GHEORGHE: “And Daymon ran up the turnbuckle pads … and flew off nailing Tact with a moonsault!”

JIVE: “What a maneuver!”

GHEORGHE: “Shawn Hart spins Marx around … BOOT TO GUT …. and Hart with a PILEDRIVER sending the World Heavyweight champion’s head crashing into the mat!”

JIVE: “No love lost between those two, that’s for sure.”

GHEORGHE: “GOP and Daymon now taking turns stomping on Larry Tact … and now GOP brings Tact to his feet … he locks on a Full Nelson …………. Daymon steps backwards … AND COMES FORWARD WIT HTHE SUPERKICK!”

JULIUS: “But he hits nothing!”

GHEORGHE: “Shawn Hart from behind GOP … and he sent both GOP and Tact to the mat in a heap with his OWN superkick … and Daymon just went right over their heads and stumbled forward a bit … RIGHT INTO A SHAWN HART BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!”

[SFX: Fans chanting “HART! HART!”]

GHEORGHE: “The fans have three choices it seems .. Shawn Hart .. Jean Rabesque .. and surprisingly, Jonathan Marx .. he IS the only participant actually from New Jersey.”

JULIUS: “Who gives a rat’s ass .. the fact of the matter is that Larry Tact OWNS this match .. and will own the World Heavyweight Championship when it’s said and done.”

GHEORGHE: “Jean Rabesque getting to his feet .. and he looks over as Daymon is getting up from the belly to belly by Hart… Rabesque quickly grabs Daymon … and hits a butterfly suplex! Daymon went down, up and down again!”

JIVE: “I thought you said that no one was supposed to be at ringside…”

GHEORGHE: “Caitlyn Daymon isn’t supposed to be out here, Nick .. those were the rules I thought everyone had agreed to follow.”

JULIUS: “Larry Tact is up! … so is Jonathan Marx!”

JIVE: “And GOP!”

GHEORGHE: “GOP has his sights set on Jonathan Marx it seems … AND HE AND MARX ARE TRADING BLOWS! Both men going at it furiously!”

JIVE: “Larry Tact … he’s walking up behind Rabesque!”

JULIUS: “Rabesque is the one who ended King Larry’s first reign as New ERA World Heavyweight champion .. and I bet you a million bucks Tact is going to keep that in the back of his head this entire match.”

GHEORGHE: “GOP getting the upperhand over the World Heavyweight champion .. and he’s backing him into the corner ….”

[SFX: HUUUUUGE CROWD POP!]

GHEORGHE: “AND JEAN RABESQUE JUST TURNED AROUND AND BUMPED RIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF LARRY TACT!”

[Tact mouthing off to Jean Rabesque .. who stands there, a sneer coming across his face.]

GHEORGHE: “Tact now pointing the finger in the chest of Jean Rabesque …”

[SFX: CROWD EXPLODEEEES!]

GHEORGHE: “AND RABESQUE WITH AN UPPERCUT SENDS TACT FLYING TO THE MAT!”

JIVE: “But he’s back up! TACT SPEARED RABESQUE!!”

GHEORGHE: “Tact on top of Rabesque and he wails away on the French Canadian … AND GOP CLIMBING THE SECOND ROPES … He is pounding away in his own right on Jonathan Marx!”

[SFX: Crowd counts with the punches!]

JULIUS: “I didn’t know that Jersey kids could count! Dreams DO come true!”

GHEORGHE: “Daymon is back on his feet .. and he gets up and is face to face with HART! Shawn Hart waves at Daymon …. AND HART WITH A BOO.. NO! Daymon catches Hart’s boot …. BUT HART WITH AN ENZIGURI SENDS DAYMON FLIPPING 180 degrees!”

JIVE: “Hart’s a punk.”

GHEORGHE: “GOP hopping off Marx .. and Marx takes about three steps out and flo.. GOP catches him! GOP hooks the arms … AND HITS THE DOUBLE ARM DDT! Marx was about to flop to the mat, but The Phantom Republican took advantage of the situation and nailed that devastated double arm DDT!”

JULIUS: “People may think that Marx is one of the finest technical wrestlers in the world today .. but The Phantom Republican is one of the SMARTEST wrestlers in the world today … and I’d take smarts over technique any day!”

JIVE: “Someone really took their Halloween costumes to heart when they dressed up as the Scarecrow every year, huh?”

JULIUS: “HE WAS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER!!”

GHEORGHE: “GOP seeing Hart with the advantage over Daymon .. and he grabs Hart by the arm …. SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! Hart is down! Marx is down!”

JULIUS: “And now GOP sees Tact vulnerable …”

GHEORGHE: “Phantom Republican … goes to the outside! GOP is walking around the ring .. AND HE SLIDES IN BEHIND TACT!”

JIVE: “Smarts.”

GHEORGHE: “Tact totally unaware as he is choking Jean Rabesque … AND GOP CLIMBING THE TOP ROPE!! GOP IS PERCHED ATOP THE TURNBUCKLE …………”

[SFX: JEERS!]

GHEORGHE: “AND HE HITS THE MISSILE DROPKICK!!!! MY LORD RIGHT IN THE BACK OF TACT’s SKULL!!!”

JIVE: “Now THAT’s a dropkick!”

GHEORGHE: “Daymon is back on his feet .. and he grabs Shawn Hart … and tosses him over the top rope to the arena floor!”

JULIUS: “Now if only he was able to do that at BattleBRAWL 2 .. he wouldn’t be in this position!”

GHEORGHE: “Marx from behind … AND HE LOW BLOWS DAYMON! Daymon doubled over as Marx gets to his feet … Marx hooking the leg … Russian legsweep! Jonathan Marx against the ropes … and drops the knee onto the face of Daymon! The World Heavyweight champion now turns his attention to Jean Rabesque … AND NAILS THE DROPKICK SENDING RABESQUE OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE ARENA FLOOR!”

JIVE: “If only this were a battle royal … can we change the stipulations retroactively?”

GHEORGHE: “No.”

JIVE: “Dammit.”

GHEORGHE: “CAITLYN DAYMON ON THE OUTSIDE AND SHE IS DRIVING BOOTS INTO THE HEAD OF RABESQUE!! Someone get her away from ringside!”

JULIUS: “She’s just trying to help him get to his feet… You’ve seen how her and Daymon go at it .. call it tough love!”

GHEORGHE: “Shawn Hart getting up on the arena floor …. BUT CAITLYN DAYMON WITH A REVERSE CRESCENT KICK DROPS HIM BACK DOWN! We need some officials down here stat to remove her from ringside!”

JIVE: “Nooo!”

GHEORGHE: “Jonathan Marx grabs Larry Tact … and now he picks up GOP … and he knocks their heads together! Tact stumbles … and Marx with a swinging neckbreaker takes him down! Marx back up as he goes over to GOP … Marx with a second swinging neckbrea… NO! GOP spun through it! Marx caught offguard … AND GOP LOCKS ON THE TERROR ALERT ORANGE!!! GOP has the katahajime locked on in the middle of the ring … and no one is up to stop him!”

JULIUS: “Marx is going to be out of this match in only a few seconds! His reign is officially coming to an end if GOP can put him out!”

GHEORGHE: “DAYMON IS UP! He turns .. and sees GOP with the Terror Alert Orange on Marx … and now Tact is getting up! Tact sees GOP … BUT DAYMON WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK SENDS TACT DOWN!”

JIVE: “Daymon staying true to that bond that he and GOP forged leading up to tonight .. and allowing GOP to keep the hold on Marx just a bit longer…”

JULIUS: “I think Marx is out! I think he’s done passed the **** out!”

GHEORGHE: “Rabesque is back in the ring!! Jean Rabesque charges from behind … BUT DAYMON DUCKS! Rabesque runs smack dab into the corner … AND DAYMON FOLLOWS HIM IN … PHANTOM TRAIN!”

JIVE: “Daymon has eyes in the back of his head … on the side of his head … he’s got a ring awareness that rivals God Manson himself!”

GHEORGHE: “GOP … GOP releases the hold!! The World Heavyweight champion has been knocked unconscious!!!”

JULIUS: “GOP has done it! Now all he has to do is get a ladder and get one of the briefcases!! There’s no one around to stop him! Daymon sure as hell won’t!”

GHEORGHE: “Daymon over to GOP .. and now Daymon reaches down and grabs Marx!”

JIVE: “No!! Leave him there!!”

GHEORGHE: “Daymon runs with Marx………”

[SFX: *CLASHHH* LOUD JEERS!]

GHEORGHE: “MY GOD!!! DAYMON FLUNG MARX OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE ARENA FLOOR …. AND MARX CRASHED RIGHT INTO ONE OF THE LADDERS BY RINGSIDE!”

JULIUS: “Hell .. if he wasn’t out before … he sure is now!”

JIVE: “Shawn Hart is back up!”

GHEORGHE: “Hart is back on his feet after Caitlyn Daymon was distracted by Air Marx … AND HART SPINS CAITLYN AROUND ……”

[SFX: HUGE FAN POP!]

GHEORGHE: “EL CODO EXPLOSIVO ON CAITLYN DAYMON!!”

JIVE: “The ***** went down! And she went down hard!”

GHEORGHE: “Hart slides into the ring …”

[SFX: POP!]

GHEORGHE: “HART WITH A CROSSBODY BODY BLOCK AND TAKES OUT BOTH DAYMON AND GOP!!”

[SFX: Hardcore Jeers!]

JULIUS: “Tact’s back!”

GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact caught Hart as he was getting to his feet and planted him with a Kickswing DDT! Larry Tact now grabbing Daymon … he places him on the shoulder … and NAILS the running powerslam! GOP is back up and he makes for the ropes! BUT TACT CATCHES HIM!! Larry Tact pulls GOP back into the ring by the back of his mask… Tact spins him around …. T-BONE SUPLEX!!!!”

JIVE: “Tact’s just doing some housekeeping in there…”

GHEORGHE: “FINALLY!”

JIVE: “I’m glad we agree that the ring needed some order..”

GHEORGHE: “No, numbskull! New ERA officials are coming down to ringside … and they’re taking Caitlyn Daymon to the back!”

[CUTTO: Caitlyn Daymon being escorted up the rampway, holding her head. She tries to pull away, but the officials have a tight grip.]

GHEORGHE: “Maybe now things will be more fair!”

JULIUS: “As long as Rabesque doesn’t grab a mic and bore everyone into submission, you mean…”

GHEORGHE: “Exactly… NO! That’s not what I meant!”

JULIUS: “Ha, ha!”

GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact grabbing Phanto…”

[SFX: *SMASH* CROWD EXPLODES!]

GHEORGHE: “JEAN RABESQUE OUT OF NOWHERE …. AND HE JUST DROVE A LADDER INTO THE FACE OF LARRY TACT!”

JIVE: “Where the hell did he get that?”

GHEORGHE: “Tact not paying attention and Rabesque went to the outside and grabbed a ladder… and drilled it into Tact’s face as he turned! Rabesque now … HE IS SETTING UP THE LADDER!”

[SFX: Fans buzz!]

JULIUS: “If Rabesque regains the World Heavyweight Championship … I’m going to retire!”

JIVE: “LET’s GO JEAN!!”

GHEORGHE: “Jean Rabesque .. he locks the ladder in place … and now he is starting to climb! Jean Rabesque placing one foot after another … AND HE’s HALFWAY THERE!”

[SFX: HUGE POP!]

GHEORGHE: “BUT SHAWN HART LEAPS IN THE AIR! Hart grabs Rabesque’s tights from behind!”

JIVE: “Hart is trying to molest Jean Rabesque! Can’t he at least wait til after the match when they’re in the showers?”

GHEORGHE: “Hart … Hart with one swift pull and Rabesque goes crashing to the mat! …. AND NOW HART RACING UP THE LADDER!”

JULIUS: “But Rabesque is going to return the favor! Jean Rabesque has a hold of Shawn Hart’s leg.”

GHEORGHE: “Rabesque with a strong grip on Hart’s leg … and Shawn Hart trying to kick Rabesque off ….”

JIVE: “The World Heavyweight champion is in the ring … and he has a ladder of his own!”

GHEORGHE: “Hart still trying to kick Rabesque off … AND MARX IS SETTING UP HIS LADDER!”

JULIUS: “Smart move to be sure .. let Rabesque and Hart fight it out and use that time to get up there and get a briefcase.”

GHEORGHE: “Not so fast! Daymon is back up .. and he grabs Jonathan Marx from behind! DAYMON SMASHES THE HEAD OF MARX INTO THE SET UP LADDER ….”

[SFX: Fans pop!]

GHEORGHE: “And the ladder goes tipping over …”

[SFX: Fans buzzing… then pop again!]

GHEORGHE: “AND CRASHES RIGHT INTO HART’s LADDER …. AND HART GOES DOWN….”

JIVE: “That’s gotta hurt!”

GHEORGHE: “Hart propelled right into the ring ropes … and he ends up straddling the top rope!”

JULIUS: “No.. straddling would be him on the ropes … he just got nutshotted!”

GHEORGHE: “Hart falls to the mat … and he’s holding his lower regions! Jean Rabesque looks over at Hart … and then bends down to grab the ladder to set it up! BUT PHANTOM REPBULICAN OUT OF NOWHERE BULLDOGS RABESQUE RIGHT ON TOP OF THE LADDER!”

JIVE: “And the fans showing their appreciation!”

GHEORGHE: “They’re boo’ing him, Nick!”

JIVE: “…. and?”

GHEORGHE: “Phantom Republican gets to his feet … and he sees Larry Tact getting back up. GOP grabs the arm of Tact … and whips him across the ring! Tact …. Tact crashes into the World Heavyweight champion and both men go down!”

JIVE: “Daymon was almost taken out as well, but he managed to step out of the way in the nick of time.”

GHEORGHE: “GOP walks over to Daymon .. and now both men picking up Larry Tact. They each hook an arm of Tact … AND TAKE TACT UP AND OVER HITTING THE DOUBLE SUPLEX….. RIGHT ONTO THE LADDER!”

JULIUS: “The thing that’s getting me most excited right now … is that there are only TWO ladders in the ring … I mean, there’s still FOUR more on the outside!”

GHEORGHE: “GOP and Daymon now grab Jonathan Marx …. and GOP sends Marx into the corner! GOP charges in after him and NAILS the DEFICIT RUNNER!”

JIVE: “Daymon’s got the other ladder … and he follows in after GOP!”

GHEORGHE: “AND DAYMON DRILLS THE LADDER INTO THE LOWER BACK OF MARX AT FULL SPEED!”

JIVE: “GOP and Daymon working as a mighty fine team .. but you know that alliance is going to come screeching to a halt should they both end up with a briefcase at the end of the day!”

GHEORGHE: “Shawn Hart has rolled to the outside .. and he’s taking a ladder into the ring! This will make the ladder count at three in the ring!”

JULIUS: “GOP and Daymon don’t notice yet … they’re alternating shots on the World Heavyweight champion!”

GHEORGHE: “Hart rolls into the ring … and HE CHARGES AT THE THREE…. BUT JEAN RABESQUE REACHES OUT AND GRABS HIS FOOT!! MY GOD HART JUST TRIPPED AND FELL ON THE LADDER HE WAS CARRYING!”

JIVE: “Daymon looked back .. but he didn’t see anyone up … so he’s gone back to attacking Jonathan Marx!”

[SFX: Crowd explodes in cheers!]

GHEORGHE: “Rabesque is back on his feet! Jean Rabesque, the only person in New ERA to hold both the Television and World Heavyweight Championships, has the ladder … AND HE CHARGES AT DAYMON, GOP and MARX … AND NAILS THEM!!”

JULIUS: “Daymon and GOP were just sent through the ropes!”

GHEORGHE: “Both men fall to the arena floor .. and now Jean Rabesque … Rabesque is setting up the ladder!”

JIVE: “The idiot is setting it up too far away!”

GHEORGHE: “I don’t think he’s going after the briefcases, Nick! Rabesque turns his attention to the World Heavyweight champion … and Rabesque just placed Marx on the top turnbuckle!”

JIVE: “What the hell is he doing? He should forget about Marx and grab one of the briefcases while he has the chance!”

GHEORGHE: “AND NOW RABESQUE IS GOING UP TOP WITH MARX!”

JULIUS: “He’s going to superplex him right into the set up ladder!”

GHEORGHE: “Rabesque has Marx hooked…. BUT LARRY TACT IS UP!! TACT RUNS OVER TO THE CORNER!”

JIVE: “It’s too late!! Rabesque has already got Marx upppp…”

[SFX: *CRASH* Crowd pops … and then begins to jeer!]

GHEORGHE: “RABESQUE WITH THE SUPERPLEX SENDS MARX INTO THE LADDER ….. BUT TACT …. TACT CAUGHT RABESQUE IN MID AIR!”

JULIUS: “Tact has Rabesque above his head …. and he just slammed him down with the sitdown powerbomb! The man’s a monster!”

GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact ran over just as Rabesque was superplexing Marx through the ladder … and he caught Rabesque on the way down .. and used the momentum for the sitdown powerbomb!”

JIVE: “Now Tact is setting up the ladder!”

GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact is setting up the ladder in the middle of the ring … AND HE BEGINS TO CLIMB! Larry Tact looking up at the briefcases … and .. he’s .. examining them?!”

JULIUS: “He’s about 2/3rds of the way of being within reach .. but Tact is looking up at the briefcases … I guess he’s deciding which one to pick!”

GHEORGHE: “BUT DAYMON CHARGES INTO THE RING!! Daymon grabs Tact’s leg … AND TACT KICKS HIM AWAY! Larry Tact climbing up the rest of the ladder … AND HE’s WITHIN REACH!! Larry Tact reaching up for the briefcases …”

[SFX: HUGE POP!]

GHEORGHE: “SHAWN HART POPS UP FROM IN BETWEEN THE LADDER AND NAILS TACT IN THE BALLS! LARRY TACT HAS JUST FALLEN FROM THE LADDER AND ONTO DAYMON!”

JULIUS: “Well, Tact made the mistake of setting the ladder up right over Shawn Hart … and I guess you could say he paid for it.”

GHEORGHE: “Phantom Republican back in the ring .. and he charges with the clothesline attempt! Hart ducks! GOP against the ropes …. AND COMES FLYING BACK WITH THE FLYING FOREARM THAT TAKES HART DOWN!”

JIVE: “Phantom Republican can taste the World Heavyweight gold .. and he’s not going to let some punk like Shawn Hart interfere with that.”

GHEORGHE: “GOP grabs Hart off the mat .. and he hooks the arm between the legs … and nails the pumphandle slam! AND GOP CLIMBING THE LADDER!”

JULIUS: “Tact’s up .. and he’s climbing on the opposite side of the ladder!”

GHEORGHE: “GOP sees Tact making his way up the opposite side and he kicks it into high gear! GOP is nearing the briefcases!”

JIVE: “But Tact is catching up!”

GHEORGHE: “GOP reaching up for the briefcases … AND HE’s GOT HIS FINGERS ON THE BOTTOM OF ONE!”

[SFX: FANS POP!]

GHEORGHE: “BUT TACT IS UP THERE NOW!! TACT WITH A SHOT TO THE GUT OF GOP!”

JIVE: “The World Heavyweight champion is getting to his feet!”

GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact and the Phantom Republican are trading blow after blow … and both are only feet away from the two briefcases that are hanging above them …. AND NOW JONATHAN MARX IS SETTING UP THE SECOND LADDER… RIGHT NEXT TO GOP and TACT!”

JULIUS: “The World Heavyweight champion is going to let them go at it while he sneaks up right next to them and reclaims his belt.”

GHEORGHE: “Marx has the ladder upright … and he’s beginning to climb!”

JIVE: “GOP and Tact don’t even realize Marx is going up the ladder! They’re too bu… DAYMON!”

GHEORGHE: “DAYMON IS CLIMBING UP MARX’s LADDER!”

JULIUS: “GOP and Tact are STILL trading blows!! Jonathan Marx is right next to GOP … but GOP is too focused on Tact!”

GHEORGHE: “AND DAYMON IS UP WITH MARX …. AND NOW THEY TRADE BLOWS BACK AND FORTH!! Four men are on the ladders …. and only feet away from the briefcases!”

JULIUS: “I don’t ****ing believe this…”

GHEORGHE: “SHAWN HART IS GETTING THE THIRD LADDER … AND HE IS SETTING IT UP BEHIND MARX AND GOP!”

JIVE: “Daymon and Marx are fighting it out on the top of the ladder … GOP and Tact are exchanging blows on the top of the ladder … and now Shawn Hart is climbing up to get the briefc…”

[SFX: FANS EXPLODE ALL OVER THE ARENA.]

GHEORGHE: “JEAN RABESQUE IS NOW SLOWLY CLIMBING UP THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF HART’s LADDER … BY GOD ALL SIX MEN ARE GOING TO BE ON THE TOP OF THEIR LADDERS!”

JIVE: “Hart … Hart is the furthest one up his ladder… but he’s too far away to reach up and grab a briefcase… he’s going to have to jump to get it!”

GHEORGHE: “BUT RABESQUE JUST CAUGHT UP!! Rabesque with some shots to the gut of Hart!”

JULIUS: “And TACT sees Hart and Rabesque!”

JIVE: “As does Daymon … and Tact notices Daymon .. and Marx!”

GHEORGHE: “LARRY TACT IS REACHING UP FOR THE BRIEFCASE!”

JIVE: “But GOP keeps stopping him before he can hit it! Now Shawn Hart … Hart STRADDLING his and GOP’s ladder … and he’s trying to reach over and grab the br….”

[SFX: ORGASMMMMMM!]

GHEORGHE: “NO! NO! NOOO!”

[The crowd watches in awe as Hart’s ladder begins to tip over due to the weight imbalance…]

GHEORGHE: “HART .. RABESQUE ….. THEIR LADDER JUST TIPPED OVER …….. AND THEY GO CRASHING INTO THE LADDERS HOLDING THE OTHER FOUR MEN!”

JIVE: “Everyone is down! Everyone is down!”

[All three ladders go crashing to the mat as bodies go BUMP in the night.]

GHEORGHE: “I can’t believe it! All six men are down on the mat! No one is moving! The briefcases remain untouched!”

JULIUS: “Whoever recovers first … if they’re able to get a ladder up … has a GREAT chance of walking out of here with one of the briefcases.”

GHEORGHE: “The fans are on their feet! They are waiting to see who will be the first one to rise!”

JIVE: “This match has been total warfare since the beginning … and now that all six men are feeling the effects… right now it will come down to who has the most stamina!”

GHEORGHE: “Each and every one of the competitors in this ring DESERVES to be there … I have never in my life seen such intensity.”

JULIUS: “You have to hand it to Jonathan Marx … the World Heavyweight champion is in the ring with five other men who are at the top of their games … and he is in the thick of things!”

GHEORGHE: “Marx has really been a fanta…”

[SFX: CROWD ERUPTS!]

GHEORGHE: “RABESQUE!! RABESQUE IS USING THE ROPES!”

[SFX: CROWD ERUPTS A SECOND TIME!]

GHEORGHE: “MARX! Marx on the opposite side of the ring ALSO getting to his feet….”

JIVE: “Marx and Rabesque are both on their feet now … and they’re both grabbing ladders!”

[SFX: The crowd jeers.]

JULIUS: “GOP is getting to his feet in the middle of the ring!”

GHEORGHE: “GOP slowly getting to his feet … and … No … No… Marx and Rabesque … they’re both grabbing onto the ladders …. THEY’RE GOING TO CRUSH THE PHANTOM REPUBLICAN!”

JULIUS: “GOP is standing right in the middle of the two of them .. and they’re both pointing the front of the ladders right at him!”

GHEORGHE: “MARX STARTS TO CHARGE … RABESQUE CHARGES ….”

[SFX: *CLANG* CROWD JEERS!]

GHEORGHE: “DAYMON OUT OF NOWHERE SPEARS GOP OUT OF THE WAY!!! MARX AND RABESQUE NAIL EACH OTHER’s LADDERS!”

JIVE: “And the shock just sent Rabesque to the mat!”

GHEORGHE: “Marx drops his ladder and now is holding his hands in pain …..”

[SFX: HUGE POP!]

GHEORGHE: “EL CODO EXPLOSIVO!!! HART WITH THE SUPERKICK ON JONATHAN MARX AND MARX GOES FLYING TO THE OUTSIDE!”

JULIUS: “Marx landing right at the feet of one of the unused ladders on the outside .. and I think he’s out!”

GHEORGHE: “TACT UP! Larry Tact grabs Shawn Hart …. HUUUUGE BELLY … NO! Hart blocks!”

[SFX: *CLASH*]

GHEORGHE: “AND DAYMON SMASHES THE LADDER IN THE SMALL OF LARRY TACT’s BACK!”

JIVE: “Tact goes down .. but Rabesque is back up! Rabesque charges at Hart!”

GHEORGHE: “Hart turns … AND DUCKS the clothesline …. AND RABESQUE RUNS RIGHT INTO DAYMON …… AND DAYMON NAILS THE SPINEBUSTER!”

JULIUS: “Jean Rabesque laid out in the ring .. Tact laid out .. GOP still down from the Daymon spear .. which is probably much better than what was going to happen to him had Daymon not saved him.”

JIVE: “Marx is out on the outside..”

GHEORGHE: “And Daymon … Daymon is setting up the ladder …. IN THE CORNER!”

[SFX: CROWD POPS HUGE!]

GHEORGHE: “Now Shawn Hart. … HART ALSO SETTING UP A LADDER IN THE CORNER!”

JIVE: “They’re in opposite corners… and Rabesque is in the middle …”

GHEORGHE: “Both men are climbing the turnbuckle pads …. AND NOW THEY’RE CLIMBING TO THE VERY TOP OF THEIR LADDERS!”

[SFX: Crowd begins to cheer hysterically as Daymon stands on his ladder. Hart turns around to face the crowd and raises his arms in the air causing them to cheer even harder!]

GHEORGHE: “Daymon … DAYMON FLIES OFF THE VERY TOP OF THE LADDER …… FROG SPLASH ……………… RABESQUE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND DAYMON HITS THE MAT!”

JULIUS: “Here comes HART!”

GHEORGHE: “SHAWN HART WITH THE MOONSAULT OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER ….. AND HE NAILS RABESQUE!”

JIVE: “Jesus Christ!! Shawn Hart hitting Rabesque with the moonsault off the top after Daymon missed the Frog Splash! Everyone’s down again!”

GHEORGHE: “Rabesque down … Rabesque is down and he doesn’t look like he’s moving! LARRY TACT IS UP! TACT IS ON HIS FEET!”

[SFX: Crowd jeers hardcore! They then pop their little heads off!]

GHEORGHE: “HART IS GETTING UP!!”

JIVE: “Tact has Daymon!”

GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact grabs Daymon …. and he sends him into the ropes!”

[SFX: HUGE JEERS!]

GHEORGHE: “DAYMON RUNS INTO HART … AND HART GOES THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE!!!”

JULIUS: “That doesn’t stop Tact, though! Tact just ran up behind Daymon … and he applies the sleeper!!”

GHEORGHE: “TACT HAS THE SLEEPER LOCKED ON DAYMON … and no one else is up to stop him!”

JIVE: “GOP get up! Get up, dammit!”

[SFX: HUUUUUUUUUGE CROWD POP!]

GHEORGHE: “WAIT A MINUTE! MARX … MARX’s HAND JUST GRIPPED ONTO THE APRON! HE’s GETTING UP!”

JIVE: “HART! Hart’s getting up!”

GHEORGHE: “Jonathan Marx and Shawn Hart are both up … AND THEY’RE BOTH GETTING LADDERS!”

JULIUS: “Well .. it’s not like there aren’t enough ladders in the ring already…”

GHEORGHE: “Hart on one side of the ring getting the ladder … the World Heavyweight champion on the other side … and Daymon stuck in the sleeper hold of Larry Tact …”

[SFX: JEERS!]

GHEORGHE: “PHANTOM REPUBLICAN FROM BEHIND!! GOP GRABS TACT’s HEAD …. NECKBREAKER!”

JULIUS: “Tact wasn’t paying attention .. he saw Rabesque still on the mat .. but GOP was behind him .. and when he got up Tact was wide open!”

GHEORGHE: “GOP making sure that Daymon is awake as he slaps some sense into him …”

[SFX: CROWD JEERS HARDCORE!]

GHEORGHE: “AND NOW GOP AND DAYMON ARE SETTING UP ONE OF THE LADDERS IN THE RING!!! THEY GOT IT SET UP!”

JULIUS: “Working together has its privileges! Now once they get up there and get their briefcases, it comes down to fate!”

GHEORGHE: “Rabesque is on the mat… Tact is on the mat … and Hart and Marx are too busy trying to get their ladders folded … AND GOP AND DAYMON ARE CLIMBING THE LADDER!! My GOD they are going to win this thing!”

JIVE: “Hart just rolled into the ring .. but he’s too busy trying to get his ladder in .. I don’t even think he notices GOP and Daymon halfway up the ladder in the middle of the ring!”

GHEORGHE: “BUT MARX DOES! MARX rolls in and DESPERATELY trying to yank his ladder in the ring …. GOP AND DAYMON ARE NEAR THE TOP!! THE BRIEFCASES ARE WITHIN REACH!”

JULIUS: “The fans are on their feet … I can’t even hear you!”

GHEORGHE: “GOP and Daymon take on last rung … AND THEY REACH UP FOR THE BRIEFCASES!!!”

[SFX: Crowd POPS HUGEEEE!]

JIVE: “WHAT?!”

GHEORGHE: “The briefcases!! They … they … THEY JUST RAISED EVEN FURTHER UP!”

JULIUS: “No! That can’t be!”

GHEORGHE: “JONATHAN MARX IS SETTING UP HIS LADDER NEXT TO GOP and DAYMON!”

JIVE: “So is Shawn Hart!! We have THREE ladders side by side by side!”

GHEORGHE: “GOP and DAYMON climb one more rung …. and they reach for the belts!! THEY GOT ‘EM!!”

[SFX: CROWD JEERS … THEN EXPLODES!]

GHEORGHE: “NO!!! THE BRIEFCASES RAISED EVEN HIGHER!”

[CUTTO: An aerial shot of the platform. We see a figure crouching behind a box pulling on the wires… the camera slowly fades in..]

GHEORGHE: “WHO IS THAT!! He’s not supposed to be there!”

JIVE: “More importantly …. JONATHAN MARX AND SHAWN HART ARE UP AT THE TOP RUNGS OF THEIR LADDERS!”

GHEORGHE: “Tact still on the mat … Rabesque …. RABESQUE IS STARTING TO STIR!”

JULIUS: “I’d hardly call moving a finger ‘starting to stir..’”

GHEORGHE: “That figure on the top of the platfo…”

[CUTTO: The camera catches a glimpse of the figure’s face as he looks up at the camera…]

GHEORGHE: “BRANDON JACOBS!! BRANDON JACOBS HAS BEEN HIDING ON THE PLATFORM ALL ALONG!”

JIVE: “But how!”

JULIUS: “He’s a genius! He is wearing one of the outfits that the construction workers were wearing who put up the platform!”

GHEORGHE: “MARX! HART! DAYMON! GOP! All four men on the top of their ladders reaching for the belts!!!”

[SFX: HUUUGE POP … turns into HUGE JEERS!]

GHEORGHE: “MY GOD SOMEONE GET HER OUT OF HERE!”

[CUTTO: Caitlyn Daymon charging down the rampway, tossing two officials off her side! She runs and jumps on the side of the platform, using the ladders on the side and quickly climb!]

JIVE: “She’s going up to get Brandon Jacobs!”

GHEORGHE: “Daymon like a madwoman as she climbs up the side ladders… AND JACOBS SEES HER COMING!”

[SFX: POP]

GHEORGHE: “TACT JUST KIPPED UP!! LARRY TACT…. TACT CLIMBS UP ON GOP’s SIDE OF THE LADDER…”

[SFX: HUUUUUUUGE POP!]

GHEORGHE: “RABESQUE IS UP!!”

JIVE: “Rabesque is right behind Tact!”

GHEORGHE: “RABESQUE HAS A HOLD OF TACT’s LEG!!”

JIVE: “No! Get off of him!”

GHEORGHE: “Meanwhile … CAITLYN DAYMON HAS REACHED THE TOP OF THE PLATFORM! She’s trying to navigate over to Brandon Jacobs who is holding the two briefcases for ransom!”

[SFX: CROWD ERUPTS IN JEERS~~~!!!]

GHEORGHE: “NO NO NO!! LARRY TACT JUST YANKED THE PHANTOM REPUBLICAN …… AND GOP FLIES OFF THE LADDER AND CRASHES INTO JEAN RABESQUE ON THE MAT!”

JULIUS: “The momentum just took them both out of the ring!! They’re on the arena floor! And Tact is going up GOP’s side of the ladder!”

GHEORGHE: “Shawn Hart … HART TRADING BLOWS WITH DAYMON …. and Marx … Marx … What the hell is he doing?!”

[CUTTO: Jonathan Marx reaching into his tights and pulling out … a pair of 3-d glasses?! Marx gives the thumbs up to Brandon Jacobs…. SFX: CROWD ORGASMS!]

GHEORGHE: “WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS?~!?!?”

[The camera catches a falling object…. A THIRD BRIEFCASE!]

GHEORGHE: “JACOBS … JACOBS DROPPED A THIRD BRIEFCASE! AND MARX IS REACHING FOR IT!”

[CUTTO: Daymon planting his boot squarely on the side of Hart’s ladder…]

JULIUS: “Timmmmberrr!”

GHEORGHE: “Daymon with the boot … and Hart’s ladder…. HART’s LADDER IS TUMBLING OVE… OH ****!”

[SFX: *CRASH*SNAP*BOOM*]

JIVE: [sounding far away] “You crazy ****er! You tried to kill me!”

[CUTTO: Shawn Hart’s ladder resting on the top rope … on the outside lie Shawn Hart … in the middle of a pile of wood and metal … where the New ERA announce table once stood. Hart is covered in the apron. SFX: Headset going back on.]

GHEORGHE: “MY GOD!! SHAWN HART JUST FELL FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE….”

[SFX: HUGE POP!]

JULIUS: “Caitlyn Daymon grabbed Brandon Jacobs!! She’s got him!”

GHEORGHE: “TACT IS ON THE TOP!! TACT AND DAYMON FIGHTING AS THEY REACH UP FOR THE BRIEFCASES … MARX REACHING FOR ONE AS WELL!!!”

[SFX: Collective GASP!]

JULIUS: “WOAH!”

GHEORGHE: “CAITLYN DAYMON JUST TOSSED BRANDON JACOBS OVER THE SIDE OF THE PLATFORM!!!”

[The crowd continues to gasp as Brandon Jacobs hangs, luckily to be sure, from the platform … a cable wrapped around his leg that is preventing him from falling to mat!]

GHEORGHE: “Jacobs is hanging from the platform!! Caitlyn Daymon … DAYMON JUST YANKED ON THE CABLE … AND JACOBS GOES FLYING INTO THE BRIEFCASES!”

[CUTTO: Jacobs swinging back and forth, helpless.. Daymon, Tact and Marx duck each time he flies by … Jacobs is yelling for help. Meanwhile, the three briefcases have become intertwined …]

GHEORGHE: “The briefcases are spinning around in circles… Marx can’t seem to tell which one he wants … and Tact was looking at the bottom of the two he was going after… but now HE can’t tell!!”

JIVE: “GOP IS UP!! GOP IS UP!”

GHEORGHE: “GOP CLIMBING UP BEHIND TACT … HE IS GRABBING FOR TACT’s LEG!!”

[SFX: HUGEEE CROWD POP FOLLOWED BY JEERS!]

GHEORGHE: “MARX HAS GOT A BRIEFCASE!!”

JIVE: “TACT HAS GOT HIS HANDS ON ONE, TOO!”

GHEORGHE: “GOP yanking Tact’s foot out from underneath him ……..”

[SFX: CROWD POPPING HUGE!]

GHEORGHE: “WATCH OUT!”

[GOP’s momentum causes the ladder to go on two legs …. and then tipping over right into Jonathan Marx’s ladder!]

GHEORGHE: “MY GOD ALL FOUR MEN ARE DOWN AND OUT!”

[CUTTO: The rings hanging high above the ring …. empty.]

GHEORGHE: “WAIT A MINUTE!! THERE ARE NO BRIEFCASES UP THERE!! BY GOD!! BY GOD WE HAVE WINNERS!”

[SFX: Bell rings! The crowd buzzes as they have no clue what to expect!]

JIVE: “Wait .. DAYMON HAS A BRIEFCASE!”

[SFX: Crowd JEERS as Daymon hoists the briefcase above his head!]

JIVE: “AND TACT!! TACT GOT ONE!”

[SFX: HUGE JEERS as Tact pulls his towards him.]

JIVE: “….. and … so doesn’t Marx?!”

[SFX: POP!]

GHEORGHE: “I don’t know what the hell is going on! Brandon Jacobs dropped that third briefcase down when Marx was up there … but I have no clue which one it is considering they ended up getting all mixed together after Caitlyn Daymon tossed Jacobs over the platform!”

JULIUS: “Jean Rabesque is getting up on the outside .. and he sees the carnage … and obviously is not happy!”

JIVE: “At least he’s on his feet … which is more than I can say for the man whose lying at ours right now!”

GHEORGHE: “Ladies and gentlemen.. I have no clue what to say … we have three men in the ring, Larry Tact, Daymon and World Heavyweight champion Jonathan Marx .. and all THREE have briefcases… there should only be TWO in there right now .. one holding the World Heavyweight Championship and one holding the Contract for the World Heavyweight Championship shot at BANNED in the US!”

JIVE: “Well we’ll find out when one of those briefcases is empty who the World Heavyweight champion is!”

GHEORGHE: “The referee now clearing Phantom Republican out of the ring … and he is staring daggers into Daymon!”

JIVE: “They were supposed to work together .. but Daymon didn’t do anything to stop Tact from pulling GOP off the ladder!”

GHEORGHE: “The referee now motioning to all three men to come to him .. and now he’s talking with them!”

JULIUS: “What I wouldn’t give to be in that ref’s head right now..”

[SFX: HUUUUGE POP FROM THE CROWD!]

GHEORGHE: “AND THE REFEREE HAS JUST MOTIONED FOR THE THREE TO OPEN THE BRIEFCASES!”

JIVE: “This is it!! The moment we’ve been waiting for!”

JACOBS: “Ladies and gentlemen… at the count of THREE .. Jonathan Marx … Daymon .. [pauses] and Larry Tact will open their briefcases. The man whose briefcase contains the CONTRACT will receive the World Heavyweight Championship shot at BANNED in the US. The man whose briefcase contains the World Heavyweight Championship .. will be New ERA of Wrestling’s WORLD … HEAVYWEIGHT … CHAMPION!”

[SFX: HUGE POP!]

JACOBS: “ONE.”

[SFX: POP!]

JACOBS: “TWO!”

[SFX: POP!]

GHEORGHE: “Here we go!”

JACOBS / CROWD: “THREE!!!!”

[*POP*POP*POP* The three briefcases pop open. The referee looks down with the three men to peer at their contents.]

JIVE: “I think we know whose **** out of luck!”

[CUTTO: Larry Tact who scowls and tosses his briefcase to the ground. When it hits the ground, a paper contract comes out!]

GHEORGHE: “Maybe not!”

[The referee picks up the paper contract and looks it over. He then nods at Carl Jacobs. The other two men look down at their briefcases and then at each others..]

JACOBS: “The man who will receive the World Heavyweight Championship shot at BANNED in the US …… LARRY …….. TACT!!!”

[Tact kicks the briefcase across the ring and then begins to leave. He looks over before he does and stops in his tracks.]

JIVE: “What is going on?”

[The referee stops short … and then looks up at both men. Marx reaches into his briefcase as does Daymon…]

GHEORGHE: “WHAT THE………..”

[SFX: FANS POP HUGE!!]

[Daymon … AND Jonathan Marx … BOTH pull out New ERA of Wrestling World Heavyweight Championships!]

GHEORGHE: “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?! THEY BOTH HAVE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP BELTS!”

JULIUS: “I can’t believe what I am seeing!”

JIVE: “Neither can the referee … OR Larry Tact!”

[The referee demands to see the Championships from Daymon and Marx. He takes them over to the corner and lays them on the turnbuckle before closely inspecting them.]

GHEORGHE: “Brandon Jacobs! Jacobs must have placed a decoy belt!”

JIVE: “No wonder why Marx was so adamant about getting a particular briefcase! He knew which one had a belt in it!”

GHEORGHE: “I can’t believe what I’m seeing … TWO World Heavyweight Championship belts… and thanks to Caitlyn Daymon causing Brandon Jacobs to fly into the three briefcases .. I have NO clue which one is which now!”

JIVE: “So what happens now?!?”

[The referee grabs the belts and gives them back to Daymon and Marx… he then talks to Carl Jacobs.]

[SFX: Yelling. Brandon Jacobs is waving his arms frantically as he continues to hang from the platform upside down!]

GHEORGHE: “The referee motions to the back … and I think he’s made a decision!]

[CUTTO: Officials come running down the rampway and start their way up the side ladders to retrieve Brandon Jacobs.]

JIVE: “Carl Jacobs is ready… I think we’re going to find out who the REAL winner is!”

JACOBS: “Ladies … and gentlemen … after consulting with the referee … I give you the man who will be going into BANNED in the US against Larry Tact…..and …… STIIIIILLLLLLLLLL NEW ERA OF WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION …. “GENTLEMAN” JONATHAN … MARX!”

[SFX: HUUUUUGE PoP!]

GHEORGHE: “OH MY GOD!! MARX RETAINS!! MARX RETAINS!!”

JIVE: “He continues to defy all odds!”

JULIUS: “The referee is a communi…”

JACOBS: “AND ….. NNNNNNNNNEWWWWWWWWWWWWW NEW ERA OF WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION …… DAYMON!!!!!”

[SFX: Crowd goes dead quiet!]

GHEORGHE: “Wha… wha.. WHAT?!”

JIVE: “….”

JULIUS: “….”

GHEORGHE: “Did he just say … and NEW World Heavyweight champion??!?!”

JIVE: “He did…..”

GHEORGHE: “What does this mean!? Ladies and gentleman…. we’ve got … TWO World Heavyweight champions?!?!”

JULIUS: “And no more time!”

GHEORGHE: “Marx … and Daymon!?! What does this mean for BANNED in the US?! Who defends the Champio… WE ARE OUT OF TIME….. Thank you everyone for joining us here at WrestleSTOCK Day 2 … for our counterparts in EPW … I am Tom Gheorghe… with Dean Julius and Nick Jive ….”

[Fade to copyrights…]
 

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